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star-writes-fanfiction · 4 months ago

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:: i n n o c e n c e :: ʚїɞ :: n e w t ::

concept: y/n has just arrived in the glade and has virtually no knowledge about s3x or s3xual things, and newt feels the need to *teach* her

warnings: smut [oral, penetration, finger fucking, only semi-consesual ], swearing, alcohol consumption

other: your nickname is bunny, it explains why but just go with it.

🔞*MINORS DNI*🔞

:: newt's pov ::

We were all gathered at the monthly bonfire to celebrate our newest arrival, just one month after that of Y/n. I sat myself down next to Minho, a bottle of Gally's moonshine in my hand, fully intending to get ridiculously drunk.

The night was going great. Thomas had already held three philosophical debates with Zart about, well, everything, Minho had been dared to run around the Glade with no pants on yelling "FREEDOM FOR THE SCROTUM!"... which I wish I could say was a fever dream, and we'd danced around to music from the little radio the Creators sent up.

Eventually though, everyone had to sit down because we'd had at least three moonshine-induced casualties. We instead played a more 'gentle' game of just asking people deep questions, and if they didn't answer, they'd drink (funny that we were answering our drinking problems with more drinking, but anyways).

I got asked first by Jack from the gardens. "So, Mr. Second-in-Command, what's your type?" I wasn't quite sure. I mean, there weren't exactly many girls in the glade, only five, so I hadn't had much to assist me in figuring it out (unless I liked guys, but that's a whole different story). However, I could easily spot what traits were bad in a girl from what I'd seen so far.

"Gotta be funny," I started, looking over to Minho for approval - at this point we were basically married, and all the Gladers are our children. Everything we do the other parent must approve. "...and kind. I guess attractive, but I wouldn't know much about that. So maybe... y/h/c hair, and nice eyes." The other Gladers gave small nods of agreement.

"Alright, Newt. Your turn. You ask someone a question."

I looked around me, my sight landing on Thomas, cheeks flushed from all he'd been drinking. "Tommy. What's your favourite..." I tried to think of something that wouldn't get me demoted by Alby and ruin my reputation. "...what's your favourite... thing about Bunny?"

He blushed slightly, clearly wanting to be polite to the girl sitting only a few metres away. "She's nice, from what I've seen. Nice eyes." Despite his saying, he averted eye contact.

"Fair," I replied. This went on until Minho's turn. I love the guy, but he clearly does NOT know how to respect a Greenie or he probably wouldn't have chosen to ask Bunny a question, let alone the one that he did.

"Hey, bunny, what's your favourite sex position?

:: ʚїɞ ::

:: your pov ::

"Hey, bunny, what's your favourite sex position?

Sex position? What the fuck shuck is that? I vaguely remembered learning about sex, but never that there were positions. It was just... sex. And to my knowledge, I'd never even had sex before.

"I don't know, the normal one," I replied, trying to asnwer as nonchalantly as possible. Even though I was sure they wouldn't necessarily judge me, it's likely that they'd make fun of me for it as long as I lived. A few boys laughed.

"The normal one, and which is that?" Minho asked, probing me sassily. "The one where..." I froze, trying to think quickly. "I don't know, I've never had sex, okay?" As I suspected, most of the boys chuckled, but luckily didn't make fun of me. As they were laughing, I caught someone's eyes across the room. Newt.

I couldn't quite his expression. Anger? Concentration? Wanting?

I hadn't been in the Glade long enough to read and comprehend his facial expressions, and definitely wasn't close enough to him to understand what they meant. I was confused, so I decided to leave and head to my hammock to hit the sack.

:: ʚїɞ ::

:: newt's pov ::

When I gave Y/n the nickname 'Bunny', it was because she looked innocent. The way her y/h/c hair fell around her sweet, round face, and the way her eyes glistened when she looked up from the Box. It was the first thing I thought of, just as how beautiful she was was the first thing I saw when I pulled her out of that cage.

But I didn't know then that she was a different kind of innocent too...

I watched as she departed the gathering, headed to the hammocks. I found the urge to follow her growing inside of me (and in my pants), but I knew I needed to let her sleep.

However, there is such a thing as lying, so I decided to get up anyway. "Hey, Minho," I said, looking in his direction. "I'm gonna go check on Bunny, and then head to bed, alright?" He nodded absent-mindedly.

As I walked to the hammocks, I started hearing sounds, but I brushed it off, thinking it was the wind. But as I started to get closer to where Y/n was 'sleeping', they grew louder and more frequent. It sounded like... moaning?

I couldn't hold back my curiosity any longer.

I quietly crept over to the hammocks to see Y/n splayed across hers, hands between her thighs, ducking in and out of herself. Fuck, that's hot, I thought as I knelt down beside her.

"Hey," I muttered, smirking as she recoiled in surprise.

"Oh my stars, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were there." She said, pulling her hand out of her pants. This was my shot.

"It's alright, Love. Let me help," I said, placing my hand over hers before reinserting it inside her. I set the pace, moving quickly. She let out little whimpers as I continued, our four fingers combined making her arrival come faster.

"Fuck, Newt~" she cursed, throwing her head back. I sped up in response, my movements faster and jerkier until I felt her clench around my fingers.

Her breath hitched as she came, wetting her canvas hammock.

"Mmm, great job, Love," I said, whispering softly in her ear, watching as her face flushed with embarrassment. "Thank you."

:: ʚїɞ ::

:: your pov ::

I yelped in surprise and anticipation as he lifted me up from my hammock, and took me to his room. He laid me gently on the sheets, closing and locking the door as he unbuckled his belt.

"Is this okay, Bunny?" He asked, now pulling off his shirt and walking over to the bed. I nodded intently, my eyes skimming over his toned chest. I blushed as he pulled his boxers down every thought in my mind being replaced by the idea of him inside me.

Before long, he laid in front of me, and hooked his thumbs in the waist of my pants, pulling them down. I lifted myself up to help him.

He held himself atop me as he began to leave ghost-like kisses across my neck, nipping softly and sucking on my sweet spot. "Fuck, that feels so good," I muttered, leaning my neck to the side to allow him more access. His hands grasped the hem of my shirt, signalling for me to take it off.

With my bra exposed, he kissed the tops of my breasts too, moving slowly down my stomach. I was getting desperate. "Newt, hurry," I managed to sputter, as he narrowly avoided the place I needed him most, and instead kissed down my thighs. "With time, Love," he simply replied, fingers latching on to the band of my panties. "May I take these off?" I nodded - even when drunk, and clearly aroused, Newt was always a gentleman.

I felt myself grow wet as my core was exposed to the cold air, whimpering from all these new sensations. I felt his tongue press against me, his fingers entering my heat once again. "Newt, shit, fuck~" I cursed as he ate me out, sucking on my clit.

It didn't take long for me to fall off the edge, his calloused thumbs rubbing circles on my hips as he helped me ride out my high.

Soon it was time for the real thing.

"You ready, Love?" He asked, positioning himself at my entrance.

"Mm-hmm," I replied, just eager to finally feel him, even after my two orgasms.

He slipped in slowly, allowing me to adjust to him. "Fuckkk," I whispered, head thrown back in ecstasy. After a few seconds of stillness, I longed for speed. "Move," I said quietly, gripping the sheets. As if something clicked in his head, Newt began to thrust, methodically and mechanically.

It wasn't long before his dexterous hand found it's way between us and began to circle my clit. The added stimulation filled me with fireworks of pleasure.

He let out little grunts with each movement, me adding to the sound with my high-pitched moans.

Before long, I felt his cock twitch inside me before he came. Although, he rather politely continued his motions until I too came with him.

I felt him pull out of me, leaving what felt like a gaping absence, before he layed down beside me, cradling my naked body.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this, Love," he mumbled in my ear.

Yeah. Best sex-ed lesson ever.

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#newt #newt fanfic #newt smut #the maze runner #smut #fanfiction #fanfic #minho #thomas #mazerunner #maze runner smut #tmr #tmr fanfic #tmr smut #a5 #the glue

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mssorceressupreme · 8 months ago

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Hi! I absolutely adore your writing (also going through a maze runner hyper fixation🤭).

Would you be able to do a fic where reader was thought to have died when they originally escaped the maze but reader got out with Gally. Then Minho and reader reunite when they see Gally again (if this makes any sense).

Thank you!! 🫶🏻

hiii aw thank you love that means a lot 💓�� omg yesss this is such a lovely prompt!! I love reunions lol especially when one s/o was thought to be dead 😝

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Into Your Arms

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Summary: the gladers thought you were dead (you were shot instead of chuck), but what happens when you’re reunited at last. Your bond with Minho proves unbreakable as you face the future together.

Warnings: mild violence, mentions of bullet scars

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You sat in the dimly lit room of your shared safe house in the Last City, your fingers tracing an old scar on your stomach.

It was a constant reminder of the day you had narrowly escaped death, a brutal memento left by a bullet from Gally, who wasn’t in the best state of mind a year back.

The pain of that moment, both physical and emotional, had nearly broken you. Yet, here you were, alive and determined, haunted by thoughts of your friends from the glade. Every night, you wondered if they had survived, if they were out there somewhere, fighting the same fight. If Minho was doing alright.

The last memory you had of your boyfriend was him shedding tears as he cradled you in his arms, before you passed out from the loss of blood. That was when they presumed you were dead. Everything after that was a blur, well, until Lawrence and his crew rescued you and Gally.

A knock on the door broke your reverie. Gally stepped in, his expression serious but tinged with something else—hope. “We spotted something, or rather, some people, and we’re bringing them in soon. You might want to be there when we arrive back.” What did he mean by that?

Though Gally was the person who gave you that scar, you forgave him for it. The both of you looked past that and decided to start fresh when Lawrence brought the two of you to his army. Gally even became a brother figure to you, constantly on the lookout to keep you safe.

Moments later, they returned.

Your heart pounded as you waited for their vans to reveal the mystery guests inside.

No shucking way.

The sight that greeted you made you gasp. As soon as the doors slid open, familiar faces emerged. Your gladers. Thomas, Newt, Frypan—they were all here. Relief and joy surged through you, but a sharp pang of anxiety struck you when you didn’t see Minho.

You stood there blending in with the crowd, not knowing what to say or do.

“Hey Greenie.” Gally greeted Thomas, to which he replied by striking Gally’s jaw. Gasps were heard and our soldiers cocked their guns, aiming at Thomas.

“Woah woah woah—stop, stop!” Newt rushed to the front, preventing Thomas from striking Gally once more.

“He killed Y/N…” Thomas spat, “do you have any idea what that did to Minho!”

“I know, I remember. I was there…but I also remember that he was stung and out of his mind.” Newt defended Gally, hoping to calm Thomas down before a fight escalated.

“I’m actually right here...” You said aloud, pushing past the crowd and making your way to the front. You slowly helped Gally up and stood face-to-face with your fellow gladers.

“Y/N??” They gasped in unison. Thomas and Newt rushed to hug you, Fry followed not long after.

“It’s so good to see you again.” Thomas softly said, squeezing you, “He would be elated to know.” You immediately knew who he was referring to. But where was he?

“H-how?! How is this possible? We watched you die. Both of you.” Newt questioned, glancing from Gally to you.

“No, you left us to die.” Gally retorted, “We were lucky Lawrence found us when he did, if not Y/N wouldn’t have made it.”

“What’re you guys doing here anyway?” You inquired, “and where’s—” Before you even finished your question, Newt read your mind.

“Minho. WCKD has him here, we’re looking for a way in.”

Your heart sank, he was here the whole time and you didn’t know?! “Let’s get him then! Gally?”

Gally nodded, “I can help with that. Follow me.”

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The hours that followed were a blur of planning and preparation. You donned WCKD soldier suits, your faces hidden behind masks. Each step you guys took inside the compound was a step closer to Minho, but also a step deeper into danger.

The tension was thick enough to cut through it with a knife, every sound amplified, every shadow a potential threat.

As you fought your way through the facility, the adrenaline was mixed with fear. You were fighting to save someone you thought you’d lost forever.

“We’ll wait here.” Gally and you waited outside a tall modern building, WCKD’s headquarters, squatting behind a large pillar.

“Are you sure they’re doing alright inside? Shouldn’t we go in to help them?” I demanded, “I need to know that Minho and the others are safe.”

“Trust me, they’ll find a way out of that building.” As though Gally had predicted the future, a glass window on one of the higher floors smashed, and out jumped three figures.

“That’s our cue!” Gally hastened, both of you got in position and followed the other “WCKD soldiers” as they approached the trio.

“Freeze! Put your hands in the air!” One of them commanded pointing guns at your boys, “Uh uh uh!” He continued, when Thomas reached for the gun in his leg strap.

Gally and you acted quickly, shooting them, one by one the soldiers passed out.

The trio stood there dumbfounded, and finally sighed with relief when Gally revealed his mask first.

“Gally?” Minho’s jaw dropped.

“Minho.”

You followed, revealing yourself next.

Minho froze, eyeing you up and down. He shook his head, tears welled up in his eyes, “Y/N?….”

You nodded, wasting no time running up to him and embracing him. “Minho!” You breathed, your eyes filling with tears, body trembling with relief and emotion.

He held you tightly, his breath ragged in your ear, “You’re alive…?!?” He whispered, disbelief and relief mingling in his voice, “All this time…baby, I thought you were dead.“

You pulled back slightly, tears streaming down your face, and punched him playfully on the shoulder, “You were here all this time, and I didn’t know?”

Minho’s eyes were wide with emotion, his voice cracking. “I thought I lost you forever when you got shot in the glade…by him,” He glared at Gally but couldn’t find a reason to be angry now that you were alive, “I mourned you every day.”

Your heart broke at the raw pain in his voice. You reached up, cupping his face in your hands. “I’m here now, Minho. I’m here.”

He hugged you again, tighter this time, as if afraid you might disappear. “Gally took me under his wing,” you explained softly, feeling Minho tense at the mention of Gally.

Minho’s eyes flickered over to Gally, anger flaring briefly, “You shot her,” he said, his voice hard.

Gally raised his hands defensively, “I was stung and truly didn’t mean to—”

“Thank you.” Minho’s responsed baffled Gally, he was sincere, “Thank you for taking care of her.” Once Minho saw that you were safe and well, forgiving Gally was easier.

Minho’s anger dissipated as quickly as it had flared. He sighed, his shoulders relaxing, “I’m just glad you’re okay.” He said, looking back at you, “that’s all that matters now.”

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Timeskip to Safe Haven (and Newt survives cause I want him too 😩):

After the festivities of celebrating your first day at the safe haven, Minho guided you to a quiet corner, his eyes never leaving you while the others continued socialising.

“Let me see your wound,” he said gently.

You lifted your shirt slightly, revealing an old scar. Minho’s fingers traced the mark, his eyes filled with sorrow. “I never should’ve left you at the glade,” he whispered, “I should’ve protected you then.”

“You couldn’t have known,” you replied, placing your hand over his, “none of us could have known what would happen.”

He looked up at you, his eyes wet with unshed tears, “When I thought I lost you, I didn’t know how to go on.”

“You don’t have to anymore,” you gently replied, “We’re together now. We’ll face whatever comes next, together.”

He pulled you into his arms, and you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. For the first time in what felt like eternity, you felt a sense of peace. The nightmares of your separation were over, and you had been given a second chance.

As the night wore on, you talked with Minho, your words a balm for your wounded souls. The two of you shared everything—what you had endured, the fears you faced, and the hope that had kept you going. Each word, each touch, strengthened the bond between you.

The sun began to disappear into the horizon of the sea tinting the sky a beautiful shade of orange, purple and pink.

That was when Minho finally spoke the words you had longed to hear. “I love you,” he said, voice raw with emotion. “I never stopped.”

“I love you too,” you replied, your heart swelling with joy. “I always have.”

You held each other close, the horrors of the past fading in the light of your reunion. You had found each other again, and together, you were ready to face whatever the future held.

#imagine #dylan o'brien #ki hong lee #maze runner #minho maze runner x reader #minho tmr x reader #the maze runner #thomas brodie sangster #tmr newt #thomas tmr #minho x reader #tmr imagines #maze runner x reader #maze runner fanfiction #minho tmr #minho #minho maze runner

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enterdivinity · 1 year ago

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sharing is caring

summary: your beautiful boyfriend, izuku midoriya, let his friends share you

cw: gangbang, filming, nsfw(minors dni), cowgirl, doggystyle, name-calling(dirty girl(implied), atta girl, slut)

a/n: listen to frank ocean while writing smut!!! it works!! based off of @dcsiremc's post

The only thing that anyone could hear from miles away were moans and groans in Izuku Midoriya’s dorm room. He convinced his friends, specifically Bakugou, to come over and share his girlfriend, aka, you. People know the saying, sharing is caring, right? He took it to another level. A whole new level.

You were face down, ass up on his bed, gripping onto his bedsheets. Izuku was taking you from behind, and Shoto and Denki were shoving and pumping their rock-hard cocks on your face. Smearing that pre-cum as you tried to take licks, key word: tried. You were moaning your ass off as your boyfriend kneaded your ass cheeks with his calloused hands. That’s why you tried to lick it all. He was thrusting into you like you were the last person on earth, his balls were slapping against your clit repeatedly. Eijirou and Katsuki were next to each other, jerking off and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He kept on plunging his dick into your spongy walls, not even caring that he was close. “‘Zuku-! Please!” You whined as his thrust became more sporadic.

“Please what? Use your words baby…”

“M-more!”

More? You wanted more? Well, he was a good boyfriend and spoiled you rotten. His dick was bullying and poking at your cervix as his grip on your hips became tighter. He completely stopped thrusting into your cunt and his cum painted your insides white. He slowly pulled out and took many deep breaths, turning his head to Katsuki. Izuku snapped back into reality as blush sped up onto his face. He got off of you, looking so flustered and embarrassed. He even covered his face! How cute.

“Ka-Kacchan! Don’t film,” the greenie whimpered as he got off of you, “join…”

“Nah.” He rolled his eyes and tutted. Katsuki did want to join in the fun, but he wanted to later on. He wasn’t much of a sharer, so he wanted to go last. Saving the best for last as people say. His phone was out, and so was his dick. He was slowly moving it up and down with his hand, while quiet and deep groans escaped his lips. However, this was someone’s girlfriend that he was jerking off too. This was morally wrong, but boy was it hot.

Shoto bent down to be eye-level with you, grabbing your face by the chin. You bit your bottom lip, trying not to make even more noise than there was before. He mumbled something along the lines of “open up and say ahh.” You pried your mouth open, tongue out and all that jazz. The two-toned haired boy put his index and middle finger in your mouth, making you suck them as you panted. Denki jerked himself off even more, grabbing your hair with his free hand. You looked up to see him, he was definitely close. He leaned his head back and let out a guttural moan. That was a clear sign, if it weren’t for the cum that spewed on your face and mouth, it was a sign. The two backed away from you, looking at Eijirou, and ushered him to play his part.

“Bakubro, ya think I should stuff that cum in her? Todoroki and Kaminari want me to.”

“Do what you want, shitty hair.” Katsuki flipped his phone around so it would be horizontal. The redhead shrugged and got off his chair, his hung cock swinging from side to side as he walked over to you. If you thought that your boyfriend had a big dick, this one was monstrous. Absolutely humongous. He sat down on the bed and laid down on his back.

“Gonna let you ride me, okay baby?” You nodded, and Eijirou picked you up and you sunk down on his beer-can dick. While his hands were on your hips, you clenched your teeth and rolled your eyes back. How could someone have something this huge? It was like something from porn, but fully real.

“Atta girl, nice and slow…”

You moved your hips slowly, bouncing up and down on him. He rested his head over his neck, he wanted you to do all the work. The redhead was a nice boy after all, so selfless and kind. Well, not as selfless as Izuku, he was the definition of a gentleman. You pressed your hands on his shirtless and very muscular body. Probably even more muscular than your own boyfriend. Well, the greenie got it because of pure determination, so it canceled out. You turned your head to see him smiling at you. He was smiling, your boyfriend was smiling at the fact that you were in someone else’s control. Damn.

Eijirou held onto your hips as you felt them give out, he was so kind to you. Has he wanted to do this to you ever since he met you? Well, now he could. He helped you ride his cock, making the pace a smidge faster after each and every bounce. You looked back at him, beads of sweat were dripping down your forehead. It was definitely a workout. He started to thrust into your pussy. At first it was slow, but then it gradually got fast and faster. Becoming more effortless and graceful. It was a complete contrast to the redhead’s usual behavior. You could tell that he was getting closer to his climax, it was evident.

Katsuki got up from his chair, but kept filming. He changed the camera angle so it would be vertical. His dick poked at your shaky hands. It seemed like he wanted you to pump it, so you did. It was periodical, but it got the blondie going. The other three were praising you, it almost felt like taunts. Bittersweet taunts, such an oxymoron. They were calling you names like “dirty girl” and “slut.” It didn’t feel mean at all though, it felt nice.

“Shiiit, didn’t know Deku’s girl was such a slut.” He murmured under his breath, he didn’t want you to hear his absolutely arousing noises. Katsuki could definitely be a porn star if it weren’t for his quirk and extremely inflated ego.

Eijirou heard him, chuckling a little bit. He completely stopped laughing and thrusted his dick fully in your hole. A loud moan was let out of his mouth, so loud that you thought he was in pain. Nah, it was all pleasure. He came inside of you, letting his and Izuku’s cum mix together like some sensual solution. He lifted you off of his cock, having you lie down on the bed. The greenie walked to you, as he wiped the bead of sweat off of your forehead.

“You took it so well,” he kissed your forehead, “now lemme take care of you.”

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#bnha smut #bakugou katsuki #eijiro kirishima #mha smut #izuku midoriya #denki kaminari #shoto todoroki #midoriya smut #denki smut #shoto smut #bakugou smut #katiewatie

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youreourdoublestars · 18 hours ago

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"Lumi-"

'What is it?"

"What are you doing?"

"Holding-a pistol."

"MAMMA MIA LUMI! THAT'S NOT HOW YOU HOLD A PISTOL!"

"What do you mean?"

"This is how you hold-a pistol! Mario! Come look at Lumi!"

#.。o○☆ lumi #greenie ☆○o。.#i hope they made lots of spaghetti! | crack #DBDJDJDJD open to mario only for funnies fjfhfjf #press a for two player | ic

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ace-shenanigans · 2 months ago

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Imagine Xiu Ya singing 'The monster underneath your bed" by Madam Macabre to the ducklings

Or any other songs and lullabies like that tbh

I love the idea and cannot stop thinking about it now-

- O

Hadnt heard it before and honestly it gave me more wwx vibes, but i can make almost any song work in any way lmao

Originally i was gonna suggest Xin Mo singin it to the littles cuz coaxing someone into calmness is just gentle manipulation, but Greenie suggested a parallel between xiu ya w/ zheng yang and xin mo w/ binghe

#svsss #svsss au #sword spirit au #asks #o anon

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bri-the-fando-meister · 2 years ago

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You're Safe With Me

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Minho x reader female

Summary: Minho is out on a daily run to map the maze and he finds a girl trapped in the maze, on her own, with no sign of how she got there. Minho takes her back to the glade, and looks after her for her first night.

Word count: 1950

Read time : 13 minutes

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Cool rock on your face, littered with debris. Nice and relaxing coolness, want to sleep. Dust filling air, hard to breathe, want to cough, dry throat, can't cough. Constant thump, distant and mesmerizing. Loud breathing, mine or someone else's?

"I want sleep, but where am I?" you croak, burning your throat as you speak. You opened your eyes.

Walls, tall and ancient , ivy covered walls, three walls surrounding you, one long corridor. Trapped, your chest felt tight and you found it hard to breathe.

You got up and walked toward the end of the corridor and saw two exits, you took a step back, hide.

The thumps got louder, closer and closer. And heavy breathing followed it. Someone was there. Who. Maybe it's a person.

I should check. But I am scared. I should check. My chest is tight again.

Dizzy, spinning walls, the dirt is flying. Must. Check. Now. Sit down before I fall. Yell out, now sitting, I am safe.

"Help me! Where am I?" you croaked half yelling.

"Who are you, where are you? How did you get in here? I am going to find you." a voice replied.

"O-ok"

"just stay where you are." it ordered

You were sitting too close to the entryway of your corridor. So that's when he saw you and you saw him, he kind of, almost, maybe ran into you.

He lowered his body to match your height and reached one of his arms to you and placed his hand on your shoulder, you flinched.

"Hey, it's okay. You're okay. You are safe now. Let's get you out of here and get you some food and water." the boy spoke gently "You are safe with me."

He hooked his arm over your shoulders and using his free hand, he held onto your hands.

"It's okay, you are safe, I promise"

"I get that I am safe but, but are there more of you? Like, more people?"

"Yeah, there are more people, they are all great people."

"Okay then, keep them away from me. By the way, what is your name?"

"My name? Minho. I am Minho"

"Okay Minho, I don't want to meet your friends."

You stopped walking, you understood he was taking you to them.

"I know that you are scared, but please, you need to keep moving. How about you, what is your name?"

"Y/n"

After an hour of walking and being dragged, you had arrived to a point where there was a break in the walls, leading out to a grassy square, filled with boys running about, working.

You hid around a corner, "No, I am not going." It didn't faze Minho as he walked into the grassy place and yelled.

"Alby! I am back!" a boy came running to Minho

"Newt, where's Alby? I need to show him something"

"Sorry Minho, he can't come, he is dealing with something important at the moment."

"Okay then Newt, if you say so. You are going to want to see this."

Minho began leading the boy assumably called Newt to your location, you told him you didn't want to meet anyone else.

"Minho, NO, I told you I didn't want to meet your stupid friends"

"Minho, who the shuck said that?"

"Ahhh, does Alby's important business have something to do with no greenie being in the box when it came up?" you poked your head around the corner to listen in.

"Yeah....."

"Well, Newt. I found our greenie in the middle of the maze." He gestured foy you to come to him.

"Come on darling, it's okay. This is Newt, he is really nice. Remember, I promised that you would be safe with me." Newt waved.

You began to slowly walk to the two boys, when you got there you grabbed Minho's arm and hugged it closely for comfort, he looked down at you and swilled a warm smile.

"Minho, I want you to come back with me, I feel safe in there, come back with me." you began to tug his arm, but his tall muscular build made it impossible to move him. After giving up you just walked back into the walls, Minho followed. Newt yelled to him. "Minho, you have like, 30 seconds to get out."

"Look, you need to get out of here, it isn't safe in here, you could die on your own."

"Minho, Get out now!" Newt yelled

"I am sorry, but you have to move"

"10-9" Minho picked you up and began to run "8-7-6-5" a few meters left to the grass "4-3" A giant gust of wind "2" you fell out of Minho's arms and landed on the grass "1" BANG!

"You still want to be in there now? You could have died for shuck sake. What were you thinking?" Newt was yelling at you. You began to cry, you didn't like yelling.

Yelling hurt, you couldn't quite connect the dots but, you remembered when you were yelled at, you would get hit.

You cowered, bracing for impact through heavy sobs. "Please don't hit me. Please don't. Don't hit me. Don't yell. What did I do wrong. I am sorry. Just hit me."

You cried so hard and found it hard to breathe, "Just hit me already, I am used to it. Sorry for being a burden."

When you didn't get hit you decided to see what was happening, so you turned your head. When you turned around you saw Minho having a go at Newt because of what he did. Newt pointed at you and spoke to Minho "You might want to talk to her, calm her down"

"Hey, hey. It's okay" he sat down on the grass with you, you were curled up in a loose ball so he wrapped himself around you. Giving you a warm hug.

"Do you want me to just be here, or do you want me to comfort you?"

"Both." you said, in broken sobs "I don't think that I like Newt."

"I get that you might not like him but, he was yelling out of concern, you could have died today, and he was very worried about you."

"I know, I, I just remember that whenever I got yelled at, I would be hit until I couldn't feel it anymore. Yelling hurts, I don't like it"

"He is sorry, I already talked to him, he didn't know that that triggered you."

"Okay, it was just a bit scary."

"I know, it's okay now. I promise, you are safe. Also, meet Alby, he is our leader."

"Hey there greenie, I see you have already made close friends with my best man."

"How long have you been watching?"

"I have been standing there since I heard you bawling your eyes out. Sorry about Newt, he was just really worried about you, he always is worried about the green-beans. By the way, what's your name?"

"Y/n, that's my name."

"Well then Y/n, we are going to need to find you some sleeping arrangements, it is already dark."

"Okay, where can I sleep?"

"We have some huts, some of the guys already sleep in them, the most important ones at least. Lucky Minho has one. And we have some hammocks outside the homestead. Your choice."

"Minho, can I sleep in your hut? I can take the floor if you want."

"Uhh, sure. If you really want to, I will take the floor though."

"Well, Y/n, now you have sleeping arrangements you'd be best to go have a sleep, you have had a rough day. We will need to talk in the morning so we can set a few boundaries."

Minho helped pull you up off of the ground.

"Let's go, I will show you my hut." he smiled so warmly that you couldn't help but calm down a bit.

He hooked his arm around your waist and walked you away to his hut.

"Here we are Y/n, this is my hut, just let me unlock it" he fumbled around his pocket for his keys and finally fished them out. when he unlocked it you got a strong smell of woodiness and a bit of boy funk, but it was quite comforting.

The room was about three meters by three meters, not too big but big enough to have his bed and chair in there.

He pushed the chair into the corner and placed a sleeping bag on the floor. He made the bed and pulled all the sheets back into place and put the pillow back on the bed. It wasn't much but it was his hut, it had bits of paper strewn everywhere and had notes scrawled on them.

He pointed to the bed "Sleep, you need it"

"But, what about you, you don't need to sleep on the floor."

"I can sleep in the sleeping bag, I say you sleep on the bed, so do it."

You got into his bed and curled up under his covers. The smell of them were so comforting. You couldn't sleep though, you felt too vulnerable, you could be hit while you were asleep, nightmares could come.

After what felt like hours of tossing and turning you finally gave up trying to sleep, you were too scared.

"Minho, are you still awake"

"Yeah, what's up Y/n? To busy wanting to talk to me than sleep hey?" Minho was half-asleep, he spoke groggily, he sounded like he was drunk.

"I can't sleep, I am too scared, I don't want to be here."

Minho got up and sat on the end of the bed.

"Look, you need to go to sleep, it isn't healthy being awake for too long. What can I do to help you sleep?"

"I don't know, I don't feel safe, what if Newt comes and yells again, and hits me this time?" You sat up. "I don't want to be alone."

"You aren't alone Y/n, how about I sit next to you until you fall asleep. Do you think that would help?"

"O-ok. Thanks"

"Would you mind scooching over though, so I can sit next to you."

"Yeah, sure." you shuffled over so that you were a bit closer to the wall.

Minho stood up and walked towards your end of the bed and sat down, well actually, more like he fell. "Sorry Y/n, just tripped on my shucking rubbish"

He pulled the covers off of you and shifted his body down so that he was lay next to you. Then he pulled the covers back onto both of you.

"Thanks Minho, I, I just don't feel safe here, or anywhere. It's like I am missing something."

Minho began to fiddle with your hair.

"You know Y/n, I think that you are overreacting. And you also need a hug"

Minho forced his arm under your back and pulled you into his warm chest, embracing you, comforting you. "Remember, I told you that you are safe with me"

"Minho, thankyou, thanks for making me feel safe, making me feel like I am worth it."

"Anytime Y/n, but maybe next time, do what you're told, you could have died today, if it weren't for Newt, I wouldn't have gotten you out in time."

"He's still scary though" you mumbled, groggily.

The warmth of Minho's chest was comforting, soothing and relaxing. You were in just the right spot to listen to his heartbeat, it was almost as mesmerizing as his footsteps when he was running.

"Y/n, I understand that, but I will keep you safe, I will protect you. so go to sleep now, I will too, I am already too comfy to go back to my sleeping bag."

You chuckled.

"Okay Minho, goodnight" then you were out like a light.

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valenli · 2 years ago

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Headcanons for some of my favourite men in franchises (Games)

As I said I made more, and i need more ideas from games. However here are a few

Jacob Frye (ACS)

Jacob loves being sarcastic. He often teases his S/O lady with his funny remarks, though he does his best to time them right

Jacob goes drinking with his S/O in order to have fun, and fight off any templar crooks who may try harming her

Even when he's older, his charismatic nature doesn't hide from his S/O. He let's her know by telling her jokes quietly or with letters filled with jokes

He boasts about his S/O to Evie though he used to tease her about 'Greenie'. However he does seem very compassionate about his S/O

Jin Sakai (GOT)

Jin is pretty protective of his S/O. He let's her know this by holding her wrist in dangerous places or by holding his blade handle

Jin enjoys visiting hot springs with his S/O. Often to recover after his many battles with the Mongols and to get through his worries

Jin brings S/O with him to shrines they visit. Petting foxes is a must on their travels when passing through nature

Jin limits himself when drinking to make sure he's always sharp, but he let's S/O drink comfortably, even joking with her

Ignis Scientia (FFXV)

Ignis often makes S/O her favourite dishes in order to avoid having to go to expensive places, also because S/O prefers his cooking

Ignis takes S/O around Altissia when possible, showing her the nicest areas and buys her small gifts with significant gifts

Health is important to Ignis. He makes sure his S/O is maintaining her health and staying clean

Even after losing his vision, he often let's his S/O know that it doesn't stop him from his old hobbies and he still does his best

Joseph Seed (FC5)

Joseph often does bible studies with his S/O. They share their favourite verses together or discuss meanings

Joseph talks about his S/O to the followers, but mainly to his siblings. It's clear he loves her as he describes her in great measures

After the collapse, he'd probably live with his S/O. Enjoying the beauty of the Eden tree or the water from the waterfall

Joseph and his S/O would help the village against the highwayman as they'd have experience through the years against the foes

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pessimisticpigeonsworld · 1 year ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/rise-my-angel/740720343328686080/the-new-hotd-trailer-has-reminded-me-how-badly?source=share.

1. Jaehaera was not raped...

2. Rhaenyra was having a breakdown on Dragonstone after learning about Luke's death when she received Daemon's letter stating that he would avenge Luke (the letter doesn't even explain how he would avenge Luke). How is that her fault?

3. Aegon is also a rapist in the books, it's not an invention by the writers.

"Who are you?" [Helaena] demanded of the two. "Debt collectors," said Cheese. "An eye for an eye, a son for a son. We only want the one, t' square things. Won't hurt the rest o' you fine folks, not one lil' hair. Which one to you want t' lose Your Grace?" Cheese warned the queen to make a choice soon, before Blood grew bored and raped her little girl. Strange to say, the ratcatcher and the butcher were true to their word. They did no further harm to Queen Helaena and her surviving children. (Fire and Blood: The Dying of the Dragons - A Son for a Son)

You're right anon, Jaehaera was never raped, it was only threatened to hurry Helaena along. I don't understand why TG stans want to add to this event so badly, it's already horrific. It's actions like that which show how GRRM is once again choosing to have morally gray protagonists. TB is in the right about the Dance and who they're supporting, but that doesn't mean their heroes or even morally good in their actions.

It's interesting how op decided to complain that Aegon might be portrayed as incompetent. Aegon was incompetent in the book, so incompetent he was murdered by his own supporters. He's remembered as being one of the most useless kings of Westeros. Saying they're going to dumb him down to make Rhaenyra look better shows how op has never read the book, or even Aegon's wiki lmao.

Further proving my point is the stupidly blind argument of how Aegon "isn't a rapist in the book". The delusion of the TG stans is neverending.

I think the most incredible take in this post is how apparently, in the eyes of op, Criston isn't an incel in season one?? Did we watch the same show? Criston makes the immediate turn to hating Rhaenyra and literally killing people associated with her family after she rejects him. He makes hating her his entire personality for the whole ass show once she refuses to run away with him. He thinks he's entitled to Rhaenyra's entire life and body just because she slept with him once. He's the definition of an incel, go cry about it greenies.

B&C was done without Rhaenyra's knowledge or approval, as you said. Daemon acted on his own (he is a true gray character). She was separated from Daemon when he made his choice, so she had even less control over what he did. Added to that is how Rhaenyra was busy with other fronts of the war and negotiating, how can she be expected to micromanage her husband?

Now, while the original post was written I think before Condal started teasing the whole "people will want to switch sides", the reblog definitely wasn't. Condal has revealed that he plans to make the audience sympathize with the greens more this season. Which is why it makes no sense why the poster who reblogged believes they will make the greens appear worse. They're already making excuses for Aegon raping serving girls, trying to make Alicent be completely innocent of her team's actions, and making Aemond "accidentally" kill Luke.

The show is already so obviously TG, they even aged up Rhaenyra and aged down Alicent to control who the audience sympathizes with. TG stans are just bitter that even the intense white washing can't cover up how in the wrong TG is.

Alicent is totally at least partially to blame for B&C. In the book, she was the head of the green faction and constantly plotted to usurp Rhaenyra, thus causing the war. In both the show and the book, Alicent raised her children to view their nephews as subhuman. She instilled the hatred of them into Aemond long before the Driftmark incident. She's the one who constantly affirmed to them that Aegon is the rightful heir and Rhaenyra is a murderous whore. Alicent bears the blame for what happened to her family just as much as Aegon, Otto, and Aemond.

#anti team green stans #anti team green #anti alicent hightower #anti aegon ii targaryen #team black #house of the dragon #anti ryan condal #rhaenyra targaryen #asoiaf #anti criston cole #daemon targeryan #blood and cheese

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The Cold Years-Chapter 1 (for real this time)

“After Action Report: Sustained major casualties attempting to delay the Kurchan and Silen advance. At 0523 hours, the 79th Penal Battalion was shelled by enemy artillery with rounds complete at 0626 hours. Straight-leg infantry began to assault the position, enemy forces estimated at seven companies worth. Friendly casualty count: 47 KIA, 149 wounded. Resupply request issued. Previous request for mechanized reinforcements denied. Previous request for armored reinforcements denied.”

Onyx leaned on a tree after reading the report, rubbing his chin as it continued. Another night he hadn’t slept, another night he spent on the battlements, another night of firing at what he hoped was just shadows. But shadows don’t fall and scream for a medic, scream for pain, scream for their mothers. He folded the report and placed it in his pocket, resuming his walk along the lines.

“What a nightmare. It’d be nice if we had some bullets, but all we get is a bunch of greenies with half a brain between thirty men.” he said, shaking his head. He approached the new soldiers meant to fill his ranks after the last battle. 50 new soldiers, untrained, uncooperative, and ultimately unprepared for the coming times. Onyx inspected the new company, looking them up and down, taking a mental checklist of their imperfections, their postures, even the way they breathed. Most of them aren’t even properly at the position of attention, standing stiff like a board or way too relaxed.

Walking up the line, he has to look down to see one of the replacements. It’s a teenage boy, his uniform loosely fitting his body and his weapon not present. His posture is significantly too tense, his legs locked up tight. The markings and patches denoting his job were missing, and his cap sat crooked on his head. Chiefly, he lacked the most basic of necessities for warfare; a firearm.

“You, child.” He snaps to the kid, his eyes fixed on where a gun would be. “You don’t have a rifle. Why?”

The conscript stammers out a response. “T-they didn’t g-give me one at the d-depot…”

The taller, demon-blooded captain steps closer to the boy, his breath condensing in the air.

“Finish that sentence. ‘They didn’t give me one at the depot’ what?” Onyx’s eyes bore straight into the soul of the poor kid.

“S-sir.”

“What’s your specialty? Besides being a rifleman.”

The young lad shakes a bit. “I-I can’t remember, something to do with letters o-or something…O-Oh, courier!”

What a nightmare indeed.

“…Tch.” Onyx shakes his head and mumbles. “I don’t need a courier,” he thought. “They either get shot, captured, or get lost.” He moves along, analyzing and mentally noting. After ten minutes of this inspection, one of them pipes up, groaning.

“Can we move on already? I’m tired of being stared at by some muka son of a bitch.”

The “muka” in question stopped in his tracks, the silence that followed deafening. He turned so slowly you could almost hear his muscles moving. He puts one foot firmly in front of the other, time after time, until he’s face-to-face with the disheveled cretin who blurted out while he was supposed to be deathly silent.

“What’s that, private…?” Onyx glares deep into his eyes, deep into the recesses of his spirit.

“Bruckles, it’s Zhovda Bruckles, now get off my dick before I-”

Before the unruly man could get another word off, he’s slapped across the face.

“Watch your goddamn mouth, do you understand?” Onyx delivers another slap, backhanding him with enough force to knock him to the ground. “I own your ass! While you are under my command, you do not mouth off, you do not burst out, and you do not talk shit!” His face red as a beet. “Get the fuck up, you slimy damned worm, and get back in formation before I strangle the fucking life out of you and toss your crumpled body in a ditch!” The rougher stands up and straight, two massive hand prints across his face and a deep cut in his ego.

The captain, finally calming down from his disciplining, makes his way to the front of the formation. “…Fall out, go find the housing officer, 2nd Lt. Makav, and she’ll assign you your quarters. Don’t expect luxury.”

With some haste, the platoon of criminals, free thinkers, and undesirables dissolved into a loose gaggle, disappearing into the battalion and fitting in just right. But Onyx puts a hand on the young boy’s shoulder.

“You.”

The kid freezes in place, the color draining from his face. He doesn’t know whether to look at his commanding officer or to keep staring at the ground.

“Y-Yes, s-s-sir?” he squeaked.

“You haven’t got a gun. This is a problem. Come with me.” Onyx lets go, motioning the young man to follow him. The young man scurries along quickly, looking anywhere but the eyes of this man. Is this how he dies? Shot within ten minutes of arrival by his captain for being unprepared by the supply staff?

They stop at a tent with a table deployed in front of it, a man sitting behind said table, and a few palettes of empty boxes.

“Quartermaster, I need a rifle. ‘Courier model.’ Ammo, too.”

The gray haired older man looks at Onyx, puts down a clipboard and pen, fetches a gun and tosses it to him. “I’ve got two cartons and the magazine already in it, Captain Maxim, no more. Just about 98% of the 188th’s supply train has been diverted to a priority mission: hauling artillery shells for the 41st Infantry DIVARTY.” The rather old man slides the two cartons over to him.

He picks up the cartons, annoyance slowly filling his face. “What, all of that for artillery? How do we not have any more carbine rounds?” He looks around the stockpile and around the supply area. “Almost all of our guns use the same ammo type, and the courier model uses an ammo type that we haven’t used in a bit since we have a distinct lack of couriers.”

The quartermaster, chuckling, continues. “Well, because we haven’t found a use for the rounds, we’ve sent them down to other units.”

“…What about the other 2% of supply trucks?”

“They’ve been busy, supplying units that’ve been capturing Nook positions all along the southern side of Porlakas, post shelling of course.” He takes a deep breath before adding “…And it seems Silen partisans are ambushing what few trucks try to come our way.”

Press-checking the carbine, Onyx hands-no, rather shoves the gun into the hands of the teenage soldier. “What about aerial resupply?”

The old man shakes his head. “League airpower has the airspace contested, so they’re not flying rotary until dominance in the sky is achieved.”

“When are we getting another supply run?”

The quartermaster shrugs, responding “If we’re lucky, within the next week. If not…Well, you’re great at making do with what you got, Maxim.” Onyx turns around and trots off, seemingly miffed.

“W-Why is he like that? Are a-all commanders like him?” the conscript’s words wobbling out.

The old man, beginning to take an inventory of what’s left, chimes in saying “That boy’s got a bad hand. Or man, I suppose.”

The boy shakes his head. “No, he can’t have a bad hand, h-he…well, he ‘disciplined’ someone earlier with it.” He anxiously fidgets in place.

The quartermaster chuckles. “Not a bad injured hand, but he’s had a tough life, s’what I mean. Can’t blame him.” He shakes his head and looks at the kid. “By the way…” He narrowed his eyes and lifted the boy’s cap, revealing golden strands and small nubs on the sides of his forehead. Before the old man could make a remark, the captain yells from afar to get moving. He covers his head before catching up, struggling to hold the unfamiliar tool he’s been given.

They walk through the woods, with the kid straggling slightly behind out of respect for Onyx’s authority and fear of what may happen should he cross him. He’d never seen someone who commands such a terrifying and intimidating presence.

“What’s your birthplace?”

The conscript mumbles out, “C-C-Chernoy, sir. I-It’s the original home of the d-demonfolk. H-Have you been?”

Oh, he had. “Yes, I have. I was there for a good few years as part of the counter-insurgency.” He looks at the ground, then up at the sky. “My first deployment. Ruinous, that’s what I remember of it. It’s been over a decade since then, it’s probably unrecognizable to me now.”

Onyx takes a deep breath, the cold nipping at the exposed skin on his face. “What’s your name, boy?”

Fiddling with his gun, the young man’s breath hitches. “I-I don’t know, sir. M-My family was taken from me shortly a-after…”

“After what?” He contemplates before continuing. “T-They joined Alebester Curran and the Infernal Meikras Liberation Front…”

Onyx blinks a few times. “The IMLF, right.” The young boy’s words get caught up in his throat.

“C-Curran had moved everyone who was left into the Autonod’s capital building…”

“Mm. The Governor’s Palace.”

The boy nods. “Yeah, the palace. W-When the army finally broke through, they captured us…T-They separated my mother, father, and sister before shipping me off…first they sent me to a prisoner camp, once I-I turned 16, they shipped me here…” The taller man nods, ushering him to continue. A single tear drips down the boy’s face. “I-I never got t-the chance to say g-goodbye…”

Onyx doesn’t flinch, it’s a story he’s all too familiar with. However, this one presented him with a unique twist; this boy was known just as a number or a prisoner or even just an occupation within the system.

“Beryl.”

The boy stops and looks up at his CO, a confused look dawning on his face. “W-What, sir?”

Onyx continues without skipping a beat, “Your name is Beryl. You are old enough for a name.” His cool facade thawed just enough to allow the corner of his mouth to curve slightly and to wipe the tear. “It’s in line with demonic naming customs. I imagine you’re not a beastkin, given that you’re not hairy. Hell, you can’t even grow a beard at your age.” Onyx feels his chin. “Well, neither can I. I suppose demons can’t grow body or facial hair.”

He touches a lock of hair poking out from the bottom of the boy’s cap.

“Also, you suck at trying to hide your features.” He begins to trot off again, saying “Just wear it out with pride. Or don’t. It won’t matter. I will train you to be useful, and you train better if you’re not worrying about your hat coming off.” He looks over his shoulder as the boy looks at the captain with bewilderment. The newly christened Beryl stood there, confused and shocked at what had just unfolded. This is the first instance of kindness he’s been shown in years.

“Are you aware of the nature of your assignment, Beryl? The job of ‘courier?’”

He stands there, in a mix of joy and nerves. “N-No, Captain Maxim. I-I was just assigned the job on lottery.”

“It’s one of the most dangerous jobs for the normal combat units, even more so for the penal units like ours. My last courier accidentally waltzed into enemy lines, we only got a third of his body back.” He stares into the forest for a minute. “Couriers are a prime target for the enemy, second only to commanders. You will be receiving and distributing written orders, dispersing pamphlets in places, and be reporting directly to me outside of combat, think like an assistant or secretary.” He takes a deep breath. “You’ll also occasionally be given saboteur objectives as well, playing into the whole PSYOPS deal. Here, on this front, you’ll be infiltrating Kurchan and Silen positions. Always bring a grenade with you when you go out because…” Onyx looks down at his feet and kicks a stone. “…They will torture you to death. Slowly, painfully. If you’re ever captured, a quick suicide is not cowardice, it’s the better option.”

Beryl nods, listening intently. He knew that he was going to be in grave danger, anyone in a penal unit would be. The position of “courier” is usually quite the title, should one live to see retirement. However, much like Onyx had said, the aspect of infiltration and close-in psychological warfare is something that gets deep under the skin and into the minds of the enemy. How could it not? Someone sneaking up into your camp, all past the sentries on duty and people watching for infiltrators miss it and now things are blowing up and enemy pamphlets are everywhere? That’s truly frightening.

“Oi, stop standing around and report to the housing officer, Makav. Rations are at 1730, don’t be late and get the old tins of stuff.” Onyx reaches into his coat and retrieves a flask, taking a long swig before putting it back in his coat pocket. “If you’re late, you get a can of rotting tinned meat, used-to-be vegetables in water, and a rock posing as bread.”

“Y-Yes, sir!” Beryl scampers away, a nervous yet content smile across his face.

“Heh, that’s never happened.” He takes a deep breath. “Normally, they run in fear with a look of terror scrawled across their faces.” He takes a look around. People huddle together around fires, light up cigarettes and inhale the fumes, bury themselves in whatever layers they can scrounge to cover up, all for the sake of warmth.

“Gods be damned, I’m freezing.” Onyx puts his hands under his arms. He approaches a few soldiers sitting on logs around a burning oil drum. “Move over, share the fire.” The soldiers scoot over just enough to let their CO in.

“Shit, you need to heat yourself up? Damn, it really is gonna be a rough night.”

“Shut up, Fuzzy. You got fur on ya damn legs and chest, the rest of us have hair on our heads and nothing more!”

Onyx puts his head down and closes his eyes.

“Corporal Meklavic, just because I’m a demon doesn’t mean I don’t get cold.” He takes a deep breath, the warm air enters his nostrils. “And Staff Sergeant Schauber, you’ve had to loot a few enemy coats to wrap around your breasts to keep warm and to stop yourself from getting frostbite.”

He leans back, finally opening his eyes. “Neither of you have any points, so just shut up and let me get some heat in peace. This fucking brigade’s gonna be the death of me.” He takes the flask out and takes a drink, but the alcohol in his flask has turned into a slush. “Damn it.” He stands up and starts walking towards his rack, passing by the mess tent to get his share of rations for the night.

Getting in line, he waits as the other soldiers waddle up to the serving table, get their slop, and waddle away. Five minutes pass, then five more. Finally it’s his turn. One hand in the pocket, he holds out his mess tin. The cooks ladle in his serving of boiled vegetables in water and hands him a slice of stale bread. He stares at the sad, sad excuse for soup and the hard piece of bread before sitting down in his tent and beginning to eat. He picks up his spoon and dips it into the broth, bringing the clear liquid to his lips.

“…Bland.” He taps the bread on his desk, clacking like a wooden stick. He rolls his eyes, dipping the bread into the soup.

After he finishes eating, he takes the mess kit and puts it aside. He picks up his guitar, tuning it and testing with a few plucks.

“No, that’s not right.” He twists the knobs and plucks once again. “There, that’s fine.” He begins to strum and play a melody from demon culture, singing along in infernal as he goes.

“May she live, may she prosper, long live Alepul; May we live, may we prosper, long live the Meikras-”

“With our blood, the flowers bloom, the Pailan blooms red!”

Onyx stops for a second, standing up and poking his head out from his tent. It’s the first time someone has responded to his singing since he began his time in the army, let alone in the native demon tongue.

“And so long as we live, Alepul is not lost, and we will rejoin the nation!” There, right across from the CO’s tent, Beryl is singing along to the song as he sets up his domicile for the time being.

“Hey.”

“O-Oh, C-Captain, sir! I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend!” Beryl drops the shovel and holds his hands up, slightly cowering. “I didn’t realize y-you could speak infernal! I-I mean, it’s k-kinda nice…your singing, I mean, s-sir.”” He wipes his brow and looks down at his feet, picking up the spade. “I-I never met someone else who spoke the language, e-especially considering that it’s illegal…”

“It’s my brigade, I do as I please.” Onyx leaves the tent, the flaps draping over his shoulders before falling away. “My mother taught me growing up. Then I did time in the camps with other demonkin, letting me become proficient, and time in the trenches lent me time to learn to play and to sing in our mother tongue.” Onyx steps forward, holding the instrument in his left hand by the neck. “I imagine, given what you’ve told me, you grew up speaking mostly Meirak, but the humans made you give it up.”

“Y-Yeah…I-I mean, yes s-sir.”

“…That’s the nature of the demonfolk-us Meikras-in this land. The humans invaded our lands, stole it from us, and forced us to pay in slavery and extermination of our people and culture for resisting.” He shakes his head. “You know the stories, yes?”

“No, s-sir. I can’t r-remember.”

“I’ll tell you. See, we tend to pass our history through song.” He takes out the flask and drinks. “I will do as my mother did for me, and I will elucidate on the nature of the Meikras. Find me something to sit on, I’m not sitting on snow.”

Beryl’s young, hopeful face lights up as he goes to find something for his commanding officer to sit down on. He returns with an empty rifle box, almost yelling. “H-Here, sir! I-It’s not much, but it’s something!”

“I will tell you the story of our creation, one of the most important histories of the Meikras.” Onyx puts himself down on the box and begins to strum.

Singing long into the night, a bond would form.

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