#large open spaces make me feel like I’m a rabbit about to be pounced on and gored

[ropes3amthoughts]

Dawg I had some creepy ass dream where me and like fifteen other people were locked in a bunker and suddenly the power shut off and everybody was panicking because it was pitch black but then the emergency power kicked in and me and this other guy received instructions to get the power back on for good and so we were navigating these dimly lit tight hallways and there were these creepy human sized dolls that had shown up during the power outage??? And we just like had to kill them??? They didn’t move or anything they were just standing still and when ever you stabbed them stuffing came out and the doll would fall over and you could pass and get closer to the emergency power but then when I got to the last doll and stabbed it blood started oozing all over my hands and then it turned its eyes to look at me and it was alive what the fuck. Like it was creepy as shit dude that dream was so fucking creepy like the power going out and it was all dark and then the tight winding hallways and when me and the other guy saw the first doll thinking there was someone else out there who shouldn’t be there and then when I had gotten in the habit of easily getting rid of the dolls and then instead of stuffing there’s blood like what dude I feel like lowkey shaken up like geez ok brain yeah you creeped me out good job why did you do that

[bestiesenpai]

ashnikko demidevil inspired blurbs

I just took lines from ashnikkos demidevil album and made little blurbs with whatever gave me inspo :) femme reader sometimes gender neutral in some spots, everyone is 18+

Content warnings: yandere-ness, stalking, mentions of heat(but not a/b/o), dubcon, master title(?), light angst? But it’s well deserved, blood

I don’t need a man I need a puppy, allergic to you every time you touch me -

Babysitting your friend's new puppy hybrid wasn’t a task you’d originally wanted. She had gotten him fairly recently, only to jet away to an impromptu vacation, leaving you the sole caretaker of the very large hybrid.

The only problem was you were allergic to dogs. Nothing terrible, but if he stayed around you too long, you’d start to get hives. And he understood that, politely keeping his distance as he roamed around your home.

“Getou, I’m home!” You announced after a long day of work, throwing open the front door only to be assaulted by a harsh musk in the air.

“Master!” Within moments of you kicking the door closed you were pounced on by the giant puppy that had been staying with you for a while. Your back hit the door hard but that wasn’t what you were focused on.

“G-Getou! What’re you doing?!” Your face was aflame not only from embarrassment but from the strong waves of heat rolling off his body. Getou had slid to his knees on the floor and shamelessly shoved his face into the crotch of your pants, his nose bumping right at your slit through your clothes.

“Master please...help…” He whined pitifully, rutting his hips against your leg. It was almost comical, the way he was hunched over you trying desperately to get stimulation to his leaking cock dangling between his legs.

Muddling through the murky memories of what your friend had told you about Getou, it took a few minutes to remember that she had mentioned something about him possibly going into heat.

“Are you…” It only took a glance down at his sweaty body covered only in a t-shirt to affirm that he was indeed in heat. He whined again, nearly sobbing as the harsh material of your bottoms rubbed against his sensitive cock. “What do I need to do?” The question made Getou’s head fly up, and the usual smirk on his face was gone, replaced with glassy eyes and quivering lips.

“I-I know you don’t like dogs but- but could you please just touch me?” Rubbing his face against your hip, Getou looked at you again. His hair and the fur on his ears was frizzy no doubt from sweat and his lips looked like he’d been biting them.

“Scoot back, puppy.” Placing a hand on his forehead, you gently pushed him back. The heat on Getou’s face was scalding, washing over him in a bright blush. Begrudgingly letting you go, Getou sat back on his knees, shoulders hunched but still managing to take up a good amount of space.

“Please help.” Balling up the edges of his shirt, Getou tucked the fabric under his chin and presented himself to you. His skin had a pale red flush, chest heaving and abs tight from trying to contain himself. Your eyes were drawn to his cock, leaking a generous amount of precum down the thick shaft.

“Puppy.” You said the word softly, and a warmth settled between your legs at seeing him look at you from under his lashes. The intense pheromones in the air were triggering your allergies and there was only one surefire way of getting rid of them.

“Master!” Getou choked out as another gush of precum rolled down his cock and his tail thumped against the ground as he writhed a little in agony. “Hurry, please!”

“Let’s go to the bedroom, puppy, it’ll be easier to help you there.” You’d thought about taking him to the couch, but the bed would be more comfortable in the long run.

And you didn’t need to utter the phrase twice. Getou leaped from the ground, his long tail swishing excitedly as he grabbed your wrist and ran to the bedroom. Pushing you onto the bed, he stripped himself in an instant.

“I-I’ll try not to be too rough, master.” He mumbled, climbing over you just as you’d started shrugging off your jacket. Nearly crushed by his entire body weight, Getou made sure to slide his cock right against your clothed cunt, rutting hard against you as soon as he could. “Unless you want it like that.”

I don’t need a man I need a rabbit, I need a new toy just to cleanse my palate -

Get a bunny hybrid, they said. It’ll be fun, they insisted. Bunnies are so cute and nice, they repeated over and over. Well yours surely wasn’t.

“Gojo! Get over here!” You were at your boiling point. All day Gojo had been causing mischief, leaving food out, popping out from behind corners and furniture and scaring you, pulling on your hair and clothes, asking never ending questions.

“Yes?” The lanky bunny hybrid with long white ears waltzed into the kitchen, not wearing his trademark dark glasses and leaving his bright blue eyes on display.

“What the fuck is this?” Glaring harshly at him, you pointed to the floury mess smeared on the kitchen counters and wall. It looked like he’d attempted to make some kind of dough but had given up halfway.

“Wasn’t me.” Gojo shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Then who could it be, because it wasn’t me and we’re the only ones here.” Crossing your arms tightly over your chest, you glowered at his careless expression and slouched body. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here presented with the mess he’d undoubtedly made.

“Dunno.” He shrugged again, scratching behind his ear and avoiding eye contact with you.

“Gojo, clean it up.” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you took a deep breath.

“I didn’t do it!” Stamping his feet, Gojo shook his head and his ears flopped side to side.

“I’m not playing these games anymore! Just do what I ask for once!” It was a constant back and forth with the two of you, and while you had plenty of sweet moments to outweigh the bad, sometimes it wasn’t enough.

“(Y/N), c’mon!” Gojo whined and threw his head back. Staring at each other for a few minutes, your blood pressure only rose the longer he remained immobile.

“One.” You drew the word out, and Gojo’s head snapped to attention. Waiting a breath, he didn’t move any further.

“Two.” Saying it even slower this time, you could just barely see the twitch of his little puffball tail.

“Th-”

“Alright, I’ll clean it up!” Shooting over to the counter, Gojo huffed and puffed. “Even though it totally wasn’t me.”

“Whatever, the kitchen better be sparkling before I go to sleep.” Leaving the mess behind, you avoided Gojo for the rest of the day and didn’t see him as you got ready for bed. Checking the kitchen one last time, it was indeed back in pristine condition.

Going to sleep without saying goodnight to the pouty bunny you’d seen sulking in his room, you went to sleep alone. More often than not Gojo would sleep in bed with you, but whenever the two of you were snippy with each other he would sleep alone.

A hot, wet tongue between your legs roused you from sleep. You were absolutely sweating beneath the blankets that were drawn up to your chin and there was a Gojo sized lump underneath them.

“G-gojo…” Breathing deeply to try and push the sleepy fog from your mind, his name ended in a high whine as his tongue flicked against your clit. Wrapping his lips around it, Gojo sucked on the bud, keeping your legs spread out across his shoulders.

He got you to cum fairly quickly, having aroused you enough in sleep that when you awoke you were already on the brink. Squeezing his head between your thighs as you came on his tongue, you shuddered at the deep groan he let out.

“Ya know (Y/N),” He started, voice muffled by the blankets before he threw them off and sat up, “I’ve been thinkin’.” Settling between your legs, Gojo kept your ankles on his shoulders as he leaned over.

“Ab-about what?” Your mind was dizzy with pleasure, eyes only just able to focus on Gojo’s face above you. Even though this was the first time you two were doing something like this it still felt natural. Something you’d have to talk about in the morning, but natural nonetheless.

“You’re always so fucking snippy all the time-”

“Hey!”

“I wasn’t finished! You’re snippy all the time and you always get on my back for the stupidest shit.” He giggled at the glare you gave him, a light blush spreading across his cheeks. “But I’ve found the perfect solution to that!”

There wasn’t a chance to question him on what he meant. Gojo lined up his cock and pushed into your cunt, easily sliding in and bottoming out in one go. You hadn’t gotten a chance to look at it properly, but you knew it was easily the biggest you’d ever had.

“This is your solution?” You half panted, wrapping your arms around Gojo’s shoulders and whimpering as the tip of his cock hit your cervix.

“Yeah.” He was breathless as well, biting his lip as he slowly pulled out and lightly slapped his hips against yours. “I figure what better way to change your attitude than to fuck it out of you.” Grabbing onto your ankles, Gojo leaned nearly chest to chest with you.

His forehead brushed against yours, his snowy white hair tickling you. He did a few experimental half thrusts, getting the feel for the angle he was in and making any minor adjustments.

“And luckily for you, (Y/N), I’m a rabbit.” Immediately, Gojo picked up the pace of his hips, jackhammering into you at an insane speed and quite possibly bruising your hips in the process.

“Gojo!” Your voice caught in your throat at the sudden change, your body being folded in half and crushed into the mattress.

Gojo smirked at your shocked expression, dropping one hand to rub your clit. You let out a sharp cry, jolts of pleasure shooting up your spine. Your walls clamped down on him in an instant, making the drag of his cock just a fraction slower.

“I can go all night if I have to.”

Make your man call me daddy -

Was Itadori a little nervous? That went without saying, yes, he was very nervous. This was the first time he’d worn lingerie in public, hidden under his clothes but with the possibility of someone seeing if he bent over the wrong way.

He kept tugging down his hoodie and pulling up his pants, making sure no one saw the lacy thong he’d put on. He had on a bra as well, a lacy little number that was truly just a few tiny pieces of fabric sewn together.

Not to mention the prostate massager currently buried snugly in his ass, vibrating at random with varying intensities. Itadori almost regretted purchasing it as another powerful vibration went through him and nearly made him fall over in the street. But he didn’t want to let you down, so he endured the torture.

“I’m back.” Practically crawling through the threshold of the door, Itadori was nearly in tears at being back in the safety of your shared apartment. He had barely managed to complete all the tasks you’d given him, the little white plastic bag in his fingers crumpled to death with how strong his grip was.

“In here.” You called out from the bedroom and Itadori followed the sound until he got to you. Lounging at the foot of the bed, you looked nearly innocent with your legs crossed and foot swinging daintily.

Itadori didn’t speak as he entered the room, hovering by the doorway for a moment before fully entering and standing in front of you, head down and looking at your sock clad feet.

“How was it, baby?” Your question made him flinch and a hot burning washed over his face.

“I- it was- something.” He sighed, glancing up to see your quizzical expression for a fleeting moment.

“Did you keep it on like I told you to?”

“Of course!” Itadori nodded immediately, already grasping the hem of his hoodie and pulling it off to reveal the bra underneath, the fabric stretched tight against the barrel of his chest.

“Look at your nipples, they’re so cute.” You cooed, reaching up to press your finger onto one. It was perfectly perky, pebbled from the stimulation of rubbing against lace. Itadori shivered and leaned into your touch, biting his lip to stem any too loud moans.

Taking your hand away, your eyes flicked down to his pants and he quickly removed those as well.

“Oh baby, you shoulda told me you came! You made such a big mess!” It wasn’t surprising in the slightest to see the absolute mess of sticky cum smeared across Itadori’s cock, the thong he had on and his thighs.

“Sorry, I just didn’t want the fun to end.” He pouted, fully kicking off his pants and tossing them to the side with his hoodie.

“I bet the toy felt real nice, huh?” Sparing him a lecture, you reached out and swiped your finger through the cum coating the tip of Itadoris cock. He jolted at the contact, letting out a high whine and pressing his thighs together.

“Y-yeah, it did.” He managed to answer, somehow staying steady on his feet through the near overstimulation he was in. Gathering a bit of cum on your fingers, you presented it to him and Itadori obediently bent down, taking them in his mouth and sucking them clean.

“Good boy.” You grinned, running your free hand through his hair and letting him nuzzle into you. “Go pick out which toy you want next, you deserve a reward.” Freeing your fingers, Itadori bolted to the dresser drawer where you kept the toys.

“I choose this one.” In his hands was his favorite toy, a strap-on you’d bought together at a local sex shop.

“Alright, lay on the bed.” Taking the toy from him, you watched him lay down just like you’d taught him: face down in the pillows with his ass presented high in the air. Running a hand over his ass, you smiled down at him. “You’re being such a good boy today, baby.”

“Thank you.” Itadori replied, mouth muffled by the pillows as he tried to make eye contact with you. Quirking your head to the side, you gave him a silent look and he flushed, ears tinging a deep rouge. Licking his lips, Itadori looked away for a moment before shuffling a bit to make better eye contact with you. “Thank you, daddy.”

You don’t ever cross my mind, what’s a sheep to a tiger? -

It was laughable that he thought he was being so secretive, like you couldn’t tell you were being stalked when all you could feel were his eyes watching you at all times.

You’d already changed the locks after you caught him following you home.

Your curtains were always drawn closed, but that didn’t stop him from lurking outside, his shadow a constant presence outside your bedroom and bathroom windows.

You couldn’t even count the amount of unknown phone numbers you’d had to block in the past month alone along with deleting voicemails that only had slightly shaky breathing on the other side.

As far as stalkers went, Okkotsu Yuta wasn’t that great. You’d only briefly met him once at a meeting with other sorcerers and he had appeared weak and spineless before you, barely able to make eye contact despite his vast power.

“Fuck, you again?” You groan, seeing Yuta waiting by your door as you waltzed back from a run to the convenience store.

“H-hello.” His voice is just as meek as ever. You’ve seen him be confident and assured before when he didn’t know you were in the room, but as soon as he saw you it was like he became a totally different person and lost even the will to speak.

“Get a fucking job.” Not in the mood to entertain him, you slid closer to your front door. You weren’t scared about possibly having to get physical with him, you could surely hold your own against a grown man who actively stepped back as you got closer.

Worrying his lip and wringing his hands together, Yutas eyes darted everywhere, from the small plastic bag in your hand to your outfit and finally settling atop your head. His breathing was loud and unsteady and there was a light blush coating his cheeks.

“Are you just going to keep standing there like a loser?” Glaring at him, you sneered as his blush got deeper and there was a subtle squeeze in his thighs. “What do you even want? Gonna try to give me more flowers?”

“No.” Yuta answered immediately, the bitter memory of you stomping on the bouquet he bought you fresh in his mind.

“Then what? What does a little sheep like you want?” Crossing your arms, you tapped your foot impatiently.

“I-I just-” Blinking rapidly, there were a million thoughts going through Yutas head. He couldn’t find the words and his mouth was running dry. He nearly collapsed seeing you sigh and shake your head, about to fish out your keys and walk right past him. “W-wait!”

“What?”

“Do you- I just have to know, (Y/N), do you ever think about me like how I think about you?” Yuta looked so hopeful it was morphing into sick desperation in his features. His brows were knitted together so tightly that you knew there’d be lingering wrinkles there.

“Okkotsu.” Saying his name firmly and squaring your shoulders, you stared right into his eyes with a fierce look on your face. This was the first time you were ever making eye contact and to say it made you sick to your stomach was an understatement.

“Yes?” He whispered, licking his lips nervously.

“I have never thought about you in that way.” His smile fell as you spoke, and you could see his heart break behind his eyes. “In fact, any time I think of you I get sick. You disgust me.”

“Darling-”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t call me that.” You snapped, pushing him back as he tried to reach out and touch you. “Get the hell away from me and leave me alone, you’re pathetic and gross.”

“I love you! I love you so much, please!” Falling to his knees, Yuta reached his hands out to you, hoping you’d take them and soothe his soul from the pain you’d just inflicted.

“I’d rather be swallowed by a curse than have you as a lover.” The scornful look you sent Yuta made him physically wither away, flinching at the red hot anger brewing just beneath the surface. “Besides, I’m pretty sure people in love don’t stalk each other.”

“Darling...please…” There were tears dripping down his face that just made him look worse. Scoffing one last time at him, you shoved your key into the lock and swung open your front door.

“Okkotsu, if I ever see you in this neighborhood again, I’ll kill you myself. Rika be damned.” With those parting words, you slammed the door closed and locked it swiftly, immediately heading to the cabinet where you kept your alcohol. You surely needed a drink or three after dealing with the headache that was Okkotsu Yuta.

Just as you took the first sip, a ding sounded on your phone, an indication of a text.

“Oh brother.” Rolling your eyes, you already knew who it was from.

(Unknown number): I’ll never give up on you, I’ll love you until the very end

Blocked, deleted. Time for another drink.

I’m crazy but you like that -

Breaking up with your boyfriend was the right thing to do. Breaking up with your boyfriend was the right thing to do. Breaking up with your boyfriend was the right thing to do.

But why did it feel like the worst decision you’d ever made?

He was brash, controlling over every part of your life, demanding your undivided attention at all times. He claimed he only wanted what was best for you, but the final straw in your relationship came when you caught him installing a hidden camera in your bedroom. He was far too casual when he said the last one had broken.

So you had no choice but to break it off. Sukuna had taken it well at the time, calmly and silently grabbing the things he had over at your place and leaving with only a curt goodbye. And since then, you hadn’t seen him.

Emphasis being on seen.

His presence was still very much felt in your life. There was mail addressed to him showing up at your place. You’d get random unknown numbers calling you throughout the week, sometimes with voices you didn’t recognize trying to ask you questions and other times it was silent on the other line until whoever called hung up.

But all the strange occurrences were beginning to add up and it was starting to feel like Sukuna had never left in the first place. All the times you came home to a tidy front entryway when you knew you’d left in shambles before heading to work. The way your shower products seemed to diminish quicker even though you hadn’t changed your routine. And sometimes, you woke up in the middle of the night to a shadow just outside your window, darting away just before you could properly get up.

Changing the locks on your front door and adding locks on all the windows you could had given you much needed peace of mind. The strange things inside your house had stopped. There wasn’t anything you needed to purposefully ignore now. You could sit up a little straighter, breathe a little easier.

Waking up in the middle of the night to go pee, your mind was far away from reality. Thoughts of Sukuna were the last things on your mind, clouded with sleep and just ready to melt under the covers again.

Returning to your bedroom, however, you noticed a figure sitting on the bed that wasn’t there before. It didn’t take a genius to figure out it was Sukuna. Floundering back against the wall, a scream caught in your throat.

“The bed’s getting cold, angel. Come lie back down.” Sukuna said, a deranged smile on his face. His eyes were wide, drinking in your shaking form wildly.

“W-what’re you doing here?” You whispered, clutching the doorframe as you stumbled to it.

“I had to see my baby, I’ve been missing you.” Breathing hard through his nose, Sukuna patted the bed. “Come here, lemme look at you. It’s been a while since we’ve been face to face.”

“N...no. No!” Shaking your head, your own pupils were blown wide in fear. You watched every miniscule movement Sukuna made, from his breathing to how his fingers twitched. “Get out of here before I call the cops!”

“Aw, call the cops? But, how will you do that? Your phone is broken.”

“What?” Following Sukunas pointing finger, you gasped when you saw your phone smashed to bits on the floor by his feet.

“Now c’mere.” Patting the bed a little harder, Sukuna’s smile wavered. “You know I don’t like asking twice.”

“Sukuna please- please just leave.” There were hot tears burning your lash line, begging to be blinked away, but you refused to close your eyes. The smile on Sukuna’s face fell and rose again rapidly as whatever thoughts he had swirled in his head.

“(Y/N), I don’t think you understand.” Laughing under his breath, Sukuna stood up and stalked over to you.

“Don’t touch me!” You finally screamed but it was too late to try and fight him off. Sukuna grabbed your upper arm tightly and dragged you away from the door and to the bed. “Let me go, Sukuna! You’re crazy!”

“Crazy? Ha!” He barked, flopping back onto the bed and forcing you to straddle his lap. Slapping a hand onto your ass, Sukuna grabbed your jaw and tilted your face toward him. “If being in love with you makes me crazy, then so be it.” Staring at your face, Sukuna had a softer smile now. It was still unsettling, especially close up, and the way his eyes barely blinked had you on edge. “But don’t pretend you don’t like it at least a little bit.”

Wanna see me switch, get psycho like they say I am-

Your new boyfriend Nanami said he was just a salaryman, and why wouldn’t you believe him? He wore freshly pressed business suits everyday, sometimes carried around a briefcase, had the usual 9 to 5 schedule and always grumbled if he ever had to work overtime. Occasionally he met you for lunch and there he’d demand to talk about anything other than the work he did.

He never gave you the impression that he was anything but that, anything other than what he said he was. Whenever the two of you went out on dates, he was either getting off work or wore long sleeves.

This was the first time you were going to go over to his place for a date. Your relationship was starting to progress more romantically and while he’d seen the outside of your home after dropping you off from a date, this was the first time either of you would be in such a closed intimate setting.

His apartment was in a much more luxurious building than you’d first imagined. There was a doorman that had let you in, someone waiting at the front desk and even the elevator was luxurious with rich dark wood.

“Nanami, I’m here!” You called as you approached the door. Raising your fist to knock, you were surprised to see it cracked open, and there were loud noises just inside. Taking a moment to see if anyone had noticed your announcement, you took a chance and pushed open the door.

The entryway was beautifully decorated with Nanami’s shoes lined up neatly by the door. Just looking at the hallway, you could tell he had hired someone to decorate for him.

“Nanami?” You called again, hovering by the door. Whatever sound was in the other room paused for a moment, only to resume again in a more fervent way. “H-hello?” Sneaking down the hall, you came to the entryway to the lounge room and nearly collapsed.

The bloody, unconscious body was what you noticed first, followed by the blood stains speckled about the hardwood floor and reaching the walls. You saw Nanami second, standing over the body in what was once a plain white t-shirt now stained crimson. Third were the tattoos crawling up his arms, rich blacks and reds embedded into his flesh.

“You’re here early. How’d you get in?” Nanami asked in his usual monotone voice, only slightly breathless as he looked you over. He seemed unfazed by your sudden appearance, happy even, a small smile ticking up on the side of his mouth.

“The- the door was open.” You didn’t know where to look. You couldn’t possibly look Nanami in the eye, not with the way he looked so calm while standing over a body you were pretty sure was going cold. There was dark blood on his hands, nearly mixing in with his tattoos.

“Silly me, must not have pushed it closed all the way.” Chuckling to himself, Nanami straightened up and stepped over the body, taking a few steps over to you only to stop when he saw you scurry back. “(Y/N), don’t act like that.” He sighed like he was talking to a child.

“Tell me what’s going on.” You said, voice shaking more than you would have liked.

“Just doing a bit of overtime, that’s it.” Nanami shrugged indifferently, taking another step toward you.

“I thought you said you were a salaryman. What kind of overtime is this?” As he took more steps toward you, you stepped back until you hit the wall.

“I am a salaryman.”

“For the yakuza or something?!” It was a shot in the dark, really. You had no reason to believe he was in a gang other than the familiar tattoos that you’d seen on the news and the blood everywhere.

“As a matter of fact, yes.” He confirmed it with a straight face and you could tell he wasn’t lying. Nanami wasn’t one to lie or pull punches. Lifting up his hand, Nanami almost cupped your cheek but stopped short when he remembered the blood on his hands. “Let me go clean up, and we can talk about this more.”

As soon as he turned around, you fumbled to get your phone out of your pocket. There was no way you would be staying in this place any longer with him. Not only were you pretty sure he just killed someone, you had no idea what he could do to you.

“You wouldn’t be trying to call anyone, would you?” Nanami asked, turning on his heels by the body. Dropping your phone to the ground as soon as you were caught, you cursed under your breath as he faced you squarely.

“I like you a lot, (Y/N). Don’t mess this up. I’d hate to show you how deranged I can truly be.” The ghost of a smile graced his face and Nanami walked back over to you and grabbed your phone, immediately coating it in sticky blood. “Go wait in the den down the hall, I’ll be by in a moment.”

Slowly dragging your feet to the room in question, you waiting just inside for Nanami to arrive. The den was cozy, a plush warm toned loveseat facing a stone fireplace and a TV. This room, like the others, was undoubtedly decorated by a professional.

“Sorry to make you wait.” Nanami’s voice made you jump as he entered, walking past you and into the room. Sitting down on the loveseat in a fresh shirt and pants and clean skin, Nanami let out a pleased hum.

“Nanami…” Worrying your lip, you didn’t know what to do. You knew you should leave, but there wasn’t a chance in hell that your weak knees would make any sort of movement akin to an escape.

“Don’t be shy, (Y/N).” Spreading his legs, Nanami pat his thigh invitingly. “Come sit on my lap, a pretty little kitty like you deserves the best seat in the house.”

[nitrochiralfan]

The Day is Dawning [Tokiakari]

All credit to the transualtion of the novel chapter belongs to memera and their hard work don’t repost without crediting them.

That day it had rained since morning. That’s why for the entire day, the sky had been so dark you could not tell if it was noon or night. Right now the time was 2am. Akira breathed out a sigh as he gazed out the window. Occasionally, a straight line of light from the east flashed through the rain.

Isn’t he kind of late?

As Motomi worked as a journalist, it wasn’t surprising that he often came home after midnight, but today’s case was supposed to be a simple one.

Akira’s eyes darted over and over to the clock hanging on the wall.

So slow.

In this room lighted by only a small lamp, Akira had lost count of how many times he had sighed as he looked at the empty road outside through his own reflection on the window. They had moved here for only a month, but it wouldn’t be long before they moved again.

What’s the next case? Your work seems to be going smoothly.

At first Akira had simply been cluelessly following along, but he had quickly become a proper assistant. It had been years since the happenings in Toshima. It wasn’t always peaceful, but their life had never had any serious problems.

Travelling around with Motomi had been quite exciting and fun.At one point he even thought he could do this forever.However, sometimes the little flickers of doubt would cross his mind.

There’s no such thing as forever. Surely someday, something bad would happen.

Usually Akira could erase those thoughts quickly, but today, he couldn’t even push them away. The thoughts were quickly piling up instead.

I hate this feeling, but what if something bad had really happened?

Unable to suppress the bad feelings, Akira clenched his teeth as he stood in the dark watching the rain fall outside.

It was then that it happened. A faint sound came from the front door. Was it the sound of footsteps? It seemed too uneven and irregular for that. Just as Akira was cautiously approaching the door, an unnatural sound thumped against the door.

“….!”

Akira tensed up. He pinned his eyes at the door instinctively. The door stood in the dimly lit hall way, as the sound of someone shaking the door repeatedly could be heard.

Is it a robber or a thug?

Akira held his breath and watched silently as the door unlocked and slowly opened. Akira concentrated hard, his body ready to pounce.

The silhouette that the dim lights were showing was——

Akira breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that face.

It was Motomi.

Was that unsteady gait because he’s drunk?

Motomi’s brows were furrowed as he tried to call out Akira’s name.

Motomi did not seem to enter the room. His posture was unnatural, and he leaned heavily against the door. A droplet dripped down from his right side. At first Akira had thought it was a raindrop, but as soon as the light in the room hit Motomi, Akira knew he was wrong.

——It was blood.

“Old man…!?”

“Akira… sorry but… could you lend me a hand?”

Motomi’s voice was slow and unconcerned, a tone completely opposite to the severity of the situation. Akira immediately went up and put Motomi’s outstretched arm around his shoulder. The dark orange shirt he wore under his coat had a huge black stain on it. Just that alone drew Akira’s attention to the blood.

Motomi leaned against Akira and they moved slowly, his face frowning and his one eye squeezed shut in pain. Motomi gave a bitter laugh.

“Ow…ouch ouch. They really did me in this time.”

“What in the world happened?”

“Mm, well, you know…”

The talk can wait. Right now the important thing was to tend to these wounds. Carefully supporting this body so much bigger than his, Akira led Motomi to the bedroom.

“Man, I’m beat.”

Motomi breathed out a large puff of smoke from the cigarette he had taken a deep puff from, and fell onto the bed he was leaning on. Akira took out some bandages from the first aid kit and sighed as he closed the lid. They had prepared this kit in case of any injuries on their travels.

The hospital was closed at this hour of night, but thankfully his injuries were not too serious.

Rest for now, we can go see a doctor tomorrow.

Motomi’s right torso had been slashed with a knife.

Akira had since wrapped it in bandages cleanly. Motomi had been bleeding so bad before the bandages, yet now after it was so nicely wrapped up in white, it almost looked like there hadn’t been a wound at all. But one look at the blood-soaked towel used to clean the wounds, and you would know that wasn’t true.

“So?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t ‘huh’ me.”

Akira glared at Motomi, who was lying on the bed acting like there wasn’t a problem. Even without using words, it was obvious Akira had a billion questions he was demanding answers to. Akira haphazardly left the first aid kit on the side table and sat down lightly on the bed.

“Mmm? Well yeah…” Motomi scratched his nose with the hand holding his cigarette and replied lazily, “Maybe it was just a random attacker or somethin’. I dunno.”

——Something must’ve definitely happened, Akira thought.

If Motomi was brushing it off like that, it must’ve been something he found hard to talk about. But that was also why the silence that Akira returned was filled with serious anger. He wasn’t mad that Motomi was pretending to make light of the situation, he was mad that it was something so bad that would make Motomi clamp up in silence. Motomi peaked at Akira, saw his glare, and quickly looked away.

Silence.

Akira held his glare steady, never looking away. The smoke from Motomi’s cigarette filled the space between them.

Motomi emptied his cigarette ashes into an empty can on the side table. Even a movement as light as this, sounded extremely loud in their silence. It was a brief minute, but it felt like an endless moment of tension and nerves.

“Geez, I just don’t know what to do with you.”

Motomi let out a laugh of defeat as he put out his cigarette on the brim of the empty can. His brows were furrowed as he tried to get up.

“Does it hurt?”

“…Sort of. But I’m fine.”

Motomi supported himself up with an elbow on the edge of the bed, and leaned against the wall. He looked straight into Akira’s eyes. “Well, the situation was like this. I was attacked suddenly. There was a back alley, away from the main road. It was dark and narrow. They hit me from the back when I was passing through.”

“Did you see their face?”

“It was too dark and too sudden. I didn’t. …But well my guess is…”

Motomi stopped there, rubbing his chin like he was thinking of something.

“Your guess is…?”

“Nah, it just feels like it was a face I had seen before somewhere. …My guess is it’s someone from Rabbit, maybe.”

“Rabbit…”

——The pharmaceutical company, Rabbit. A big-named company that everyone knew. In reality, it was a coverup for the research institute ENED, that was the cause of all the tragedies in Toshima.

“But why would they do that to you, old man?”

“Well, I can think of a million reasons why. After all, I am a journalist of the truth, ya know?”

Saying that, Motomi shrugged his shoulders in a joking way.

I want to bring to light the truths that were twisted or silenced —— That motto of his was what led Motomi to do this line of work even to this day. Of course, he had also tried to reveal as much as he could about what had happened in Toshima, even though that had put his life at risk. It was also the reason why they never stayed put in one place too long. But because they had never actually gotten seriously injured before, Akira had grown complacent and ignored all the occasional little worries that would appear in his head.

If only we could just keep on living like this peacefully and carefree, he had thought.

But of course…

“Well, this could also be considered a scoop! ‘Employee of a seemingly-good company, attacks a civilian!’ or something like that.”

“Is it really the time to be joking?”

“Mm?”

The words that escaped Akira’s lips sounded calm, but inside he was mad at how Motomi always acted like everything was a joke and nothing was serious to him. Like his wound just now. Even though it wasn’t a deep injury, he had lost a lot of blood.

So much blood.

…Blood…

“…Hey. Akira?”

The sight of Motomi’s bandages was wavering in Akira’s vision.

Motomi was frowning as he peaked at Akira’s face.

Under all that white bandage, was all red. The white hides the red; the color of emptiness. Suddenly, Akira’s anger evaporated and he felt absolutely nothing. He felt separated from his vision and from his consciousness, as if he had gone into someone else’s body. An image appeared, overlapping with what his eyes were actually seeing before him. A world covered in red. A reality that felt so far away. The scene that was flashing before his eyes was not that of the room he was in.

It was dark, and dirty; a scene of Toshima.

“Oi! What’s wrong?!”

Motomi’s voice was far, far away. Akira felt like his consciousness was being swallowed up. A nausea started to bubble up in him. It felt intolerable.

“Akira? Akira!”

When Akira’s eyes opened, the first thing he saw was the beige ceiling, dimly lit by the room lamp.

—— This isn’t Toshima.

When Akira realized this, he slowly let out the breath he had been holding.

Akira had covered his eyes with an arm. When he blocked his sight this way, he could feel his heartbeat was pounding faster than usual. On that same arm, Akira felt something dry and warm touch him.

“…Are you alright?”

When Akira uncovered his eyes, he was looking right into Motomi’s gentle eyes above him.

“…Old man, what about your wound?”

“Idiot. Worry about yourself right now, not me.”

Even though Motomi’s words sounded surprised, it was dipped with concern. Motomi lifted the hand he was holding Akira’s arm with, and touched his forehead.

“You don’t seem to have a fever. How are you feeling?”

“I’m ok.”

“Do you want to eat something?”

“No.”

“But let me guess, you haven’t eaten a thing since morning right? The contents of the fridge and the food stocked up haven’t changed since I left.” Motomi looked so brusque, yet because of his work he had a surprising eye for detail.

Weirdly touched by this thought, Akira shook his head.

Although Akira had always been this way, always having little to no appetite, it was especially so when he was left alone. He just simply did not feel like eating when he was alone, and he often went the whole day without food.

Although he was usually alright without food, today he just felt rather out of it. He was starting to feel like he might have a fever.

“Even if it’s just a bite, you have to eat something. Hang on.”

This time Motomi really sounded teasing. He got up as if to go to the kitchen, but he suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned around, looking surprised.

Confused, Akira followed Motomi’s eyes right down to…

Akira quickly let go of his hand.

Instinctively, he had grabbed Motomi’s shirt. Maybe it was the fever frying his brain, but he himself had not realized what he had done.

——He’s going to tease me…

Although Akira had braced himself, Motomi said nothing, but instead cracked a small smile. He lowered his big hand and patted Akira’s head.

“What’s wrong? Are you worried?”

“…….”

“Well we did have a smooth trip so far.”

Even though Akira did not say a word, Motomi probably knew what he was thinking. Motomi sat back down on the bed. The bed springs bounced lightly. Because he was wearing a shirt, the badges on his torso were not visible.

“Well, anyway, I kinda figured something like that would happen one day. …But really, relax! It’s nothing for you worry about at all!”

His rugged fingertips brushed against Akira’s cheek.

“I said I would bring you with me, even to my grave, right? A man never goes back on his words. Anyway you’re the dangerous one.”

“What the heck does that mean?”

“It means I can’t leave you alone. You’re always so freaking stubborn, yet also surprisingly frail.”

Akira opened his mouth to argue, but he could not find the words, so he averted his eyes instead. He could not disagree. After all, he had just passed out for no reason.

“I won’t die that easily even if I’m killed.” Motomi laughed.

Akira glared at him. “Stop that.”

“Hm?”

“Don’t talk about dying and stuff.”

Motomi might have been trying to be funny, but Akira thought it was extremely unpleasant. It was not something Akira thought one should be joking about. Motomi looked surprised for one second, then he quickly resumed his smile.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Two thick arms slid around Akira, and carefully pulled him into a huge hug.

Akira instinctively wanted to struggle against it, but his body went limp as it was engulfed in Motomi’s.

I almost forgot he was injured. Better not struggle.

But even if Motomi had not been injured, Akira somehow guessed that he would probably not have struggled either. Akira rested his chin on the strong shoulders before him. Usually at this point, Motomi would be teasing Akira, but instead of doing that, he was quietly and gently patting Akira’s back.

“Ok, how about this. I won’t die. You won’t die either. Until the day you tell us to go and die, we will keep living on for a hundred, no, a thousand years. Yeah?”

“I don’t want to live for that long.”

“Haha, I see.”

Akira could feel Motomi’s warmth from the arm he was resting his cheek on. He was wrapped in Motomi’s smell.

To be honest, Akira was surprised at himself. Despite that bad memory that had flooded his head just as he was about to pass out, Akira suddenly felt like everything was ok now. He felt like he could “exist together” with this memory. But it was just too vivid to think that way. Without losing its color, the pain would slowly but gradually overflow.

But was that alright? Akira thought. No, more like, it is alright. These wounds embedded deeply in him from all that he had lost, Akira had decided to accept and live with them from the day he left Toshima.

And thus, this pain and this fear, they were necessary. He must never forget them. They were the undeniable proof that right now, he was breathing and living.

And right now, he had someone who could share his pain and support him. Just this alone filled Akira with joy.

If Motomi said he was ok, then Akira wanted to accept that and wanted to believe in him.

Akira found it funny and a little strange that he was now able to to think this way. The large hand that was patting Akira’s back, moved up to caress his cheek. The distance between them shortened.

Akira waited for Motomi’s gentle eyes to close, then he too, did the same.

“…nn…”

They touched. Their lips met again and again. Slowly Akira got used to the prodding tongue that carefully pushed into his mouth. Motomi’s rugged fingers treated Akira like he was glass, occasionally a bit rough, but always gentle. These fingers ran through Akira’s hair, clasping. The occasional wet sounds made Akira feel embarrassed, but their intertwining, fluttering tongues quickly made that embarrassment disappear.

“…I can’t get enough of you, seriously.”

The words that Motomi had blurted out in the heat of their kiss lit a fire in the pits of Akira’s belly.

He’s always like that. He always says things that he knew would embarrass Akira. And worse, he always knew the worst time to do it.

“…That’s enough.”

Akira had pushed his arms out, trying to get away, but even his entire resistance was swallowed up in an embrace.

“Let go.”

“Sure, sure.”

“I’m telling you to let go.”

“Well that’s going to be a problem. ‘Cause I’m mad…”

“…Mad about what?”

“This old man. Is mad. About you.”

“…….”

Clearly Akira’s words were not getting into Motomi’s head. He was starting to feel super annoyed, and he let out a loud sigh. As if to scoop up all of Akira’s sighs, Motomi broke into a small smile as he pressed their lips together again.

As Akira slowly gave in, he thought, I don’t exactly hate this.

When did I start to feel comfortable with this feeling of excitement?

When did I start to feel relief whenever Motomi’s hands touched me?

This is how two people shared their feelings and accepted one another.

Since when did I start to realize this?

After a long kiss, Akira felt the springs of the bed on his back. He took in a deep breath.

———

“You know, I’ve always thought this.”

“Thought what?”

“That your cooking is really bad, you know….?”

“……”

Akira pouted and muttered unhappily to himself.

“Well fine, then don’t eat it.” Akira said, as he slammed the table with one hand and stood up.

Who was it that said they were busy so they wanted me to cook?

When they had just come back from the hospital, a work call had come in. Akira had tried to tell Motomi he should rest instead, but it was a major client so Motomi could not refuse. Akira narrowed his eyes at the gentle sunshine coming in from the window. The sky was so clear today that the dark rain from yesterday felt like a lie. Ever since he started living with Motomi, he had tried to do housework. Maybe it was because Akira never had a homely lifestyle before, but no matter how he tried he just could not get better at it.

Especially when it came to food.

Akira had always felt he was ok even if he didn’t eat. Needless to say, he did not care about the taste either.

Motomi raised a brow and seemed to want to say something but he couldn’t decide how to put it.

“Well I mean……, the person who marries you is gonna suffer.”

“Not really. It’s not confirmed that I’ll be the one doing the cooking.”

“Hey you never know. Housework and child raising is too hard for only one party. It’s important to share the workload, you know?”

After swallowing the ‘thing’ on his spoon, Motomi made a weird face. He then pressed his index finger to his wrinkled brow in a deliberate manner. It got on Akira’s nerves the way Motomi was talking him to like he was arguing with a child.

“In the first place, who would I even marry?”

“Hmm, who knows?”

“……”

Hearing that answer, Akira grew increasingly irritated.

When he said they would be together to the grave, didn’t he mean they’d be together till death do us part? Wasn’t it Motomi who said that?

But despite that, it’s not like Akira had ever gave any thought about their relationship or anything like that. It’s not like Akira had ever expected ‘Forever’ or other words like that. He just thought he wanted them to be together, for as long as possible. That was all. However, hearing such words and their vague meaning wasn’t pleasant at all.

Was it ok for the two of them to be together? Or was it actually not ok, but they just kind of ended up together? Such thoughts started to flood Akira’s head. Leaning with one elbow on the table, Motomi looked up at Akira, grinning.

“Ohh what a poor thing! I feel so sorry for the poor person who has to marry you.”

Listening to what was Motomi’s obvious teasing, Akira’s irritation turned into anger.

I was an idiot to think about our relationship so seriously!

“Old man.”

“Hm?”

“Are you done?”

“With what?”

“…Are you DONE—“

With a swoop, Motomi had suddenly stood up and slipped his arm under Akira’s thigh and arm. Akira was so shocked he forgot what he was about to say, letting his guard down. In a scoop, Motomi picked Akira right up.

“……oof, you’re really heavy.”

“Yeah no shit. PUT ME DOWN!”

Motomi grimaced and gave a bitter laugh.

He was injured just yesterday. It wouldn’t be a surprise if doing this was painful. “Ow ow ow. Don’t struggle, it makes my wound hurt more. Well anyway, don’t you think there’s at least one of these poor sobs in the world who would? Huh Akira?”

“…What?”

“I mean if it was me I’d even cook delicious food.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Akira was so busy trying to figure out how to get down that he was not really getting what Motomi was talking about. In fact, Motomi’s words were going in his right ear and exiting right out the left.

Motomi happily squinted at Akira struggling in his arms and the corners of his mouth raised  into a grin.

“In fact, how about we get married right now?”

“!?”

The words were so shocking that it snapped Akira right back into attention. He stared at Motomi’s face.

What the heck was this old man talking about?

…Was my cooking that bad that it had made him go strange?

While these thoughts were racing through Akira’s mind, Motomi’s grin got wider and wider. Akira suddenly got really mad, and ignoring Motomi’s injuries he struggled wildly to get out of Motomi’s grip.

Motomi watched Akira’s reaction but continue going on about how painful his wound was, as he quietly adjusted his balance and tightened his grip so that Akira could not get away.

“Idiot! Let go!”

“Hahaha!”

Motomi’s joyful laughter reverberated from the rampaging Akira under his chin, all the way out the open window, into the bright blue sky.

END

First Publication: Cool-B 2005 vol. 3 / 2005 August 4th

——

The Day is Dawning Explanation

This was a short story published in Cool-B. The theme was Motomi and Akira.

I was trying to write that Akira, who was completely indifferent to the warmth and connection to other people, gradually beginning to realize that it was ‘good thing” after being near Motomi. And once he slowly began to accept it, he would start to try approaching people on his own accord. Akira would also start to worry about how vague the future is, and I think this shows a change in how he thinks now.

I also did not plan for Motomi to say “Let’s get married” at all, but somehow Motomi just ended up saying it (LOL). When it comes to Motomi, he seems to write himself often, just like his “Bring you with me to the grave” words.

I chose this title (Tokiakari) after seeing the dictionary explanation: “As dawn breaks, the eastern sky becomes slightly brighter, or, when it’s raining, the clouds occasionally part, and the sky become brighter”.

—Fuchii Kabura

[randombtsprincessa]

Babesitter

All Rights Reserved. 

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (2nd POV)

Words: 8.4k

Genre: Smut

Summary: The man babysitting your brother might just be the best homecoming present ever...

Warning: Ditzy Parents, Jungkook being cute with kids, Mentions of a sex toy, Borderline Sexting, Kitchen Blowjobs, first time Deep throating, Commando parties,  playing under the dinner table, Oral and fingering, Graphic smut scene, Protected Sex, Dom! Kook

A/N: Happy Birthday, Jungkook, you rabbit that I grudgingly love.

The smooth purr of the car stopped abruptly with your father cutting off the engine, turning to grin at you in the shotgun seat.

“Welcome home, darling. Excited?”

You couldn’t help but grin back at the man. It had been months since you’d seen him last, too busy with graduating your outrageously expensive university to be able to come home for visits. The edges of your old man’s hair were losing their sheen, turning with age yet he was as always beaming and bright.

Time had been very lenient with your father; his looks and his business.

“Yes dad,” you said, enthusiasm pooling into your voice.

You may be an adult now, but you knew your father still saw you as his first-born toddler.

“That’s good, um…” he paused, looking blankly behind him at the suitcases mounted in the backseat, seemingly calculating the number of them with the addition of boxes in the trunk lot.

“Why don’t we go inside first, see your mother, then we can figure out what to do with your luggage?”

You nodded, sliding out of the car after your father as he locked the car, opening the side door of the garage to let you both in.

 Heading in, your mother was already waiting for you in the kitchen hallway, an anticipatory smile on her face, breaking out into a squeal at the sight of you.

“Y/N,” she simpered, soft hands cupping your face to pull you in for a hug, your own arms returning the affection automatically.

If your dad was handsome, your mother was beautiful. You knew it must have something to do with them marrying at a very young age, but your parents were in love and you supposed that was enough for them both.

They were the reason why men and sometimes, even women, turned heads to look at you, cooing over your looks but you were nothing if not wary of those compliments.

No, you were going to be mindful and with a head, you’d decided.

No matter that your beauty had gotten you out of several tight holes before.

“Where’s Y/B/N?” You asked, looking up the staircase, wondering if you were going to be accosted with too much laughter and thundering footsteps any second.

“He’s out with his babysitter. We thought we should let you settle in a bit before he pounces on you. He’s missed you.” Your mother patted your face, eyes soon moving away from you towards the living room.

“I’ll get your luggage.” Your dad said, leaving and very soon your mother was gone too, manicured fingers dialing numbers that would occupy her for as long as she wanted.

Well, at least it was a nice homecoming.

You soon ascended the stairs, treading the familiar path to your bedroom, for now a little sparse as you had more or less moved out for university. You critically eyed the stripped bed; you would be placing out the new blue butterfly bed clothes you’d bought last month; that would feel heavenly.

Below, the bustle of your father getting some mover to come over on the phone with your mother chirping in the background was abruptly cut off with a loud crow of laughter and you lightened immediately. A smile tugged at your lips as you closed the door to your room, taking the stairs back down to go meet your younger brother.

Your mother had her front to you in the entrance hall, speaking to a tall, broad backed man who hunched slightly, his hands within reach of the small bundle of excitement gripping onto his long fingers.

You wondered if it was a mover before shaking away the thought. No, your father would deal with that and your brother wouldn’t be so clingy to him.

Even as your rounded the corner to the living room, your brother turned his big, wide eyes to the new arrival, comically screeching when he saw it was you.

“Y/Nie!” He screamed loudly, making your mother and the man jump as you bent down to accept the bouncing boy in your arms.

“Y/B/N, you’ve grown taller.” You smiled large, affection pouring out of your pores as the boy smiled toothily.

“I did, I am a whole 2 feet and…” he trailed off, eyes dropping slightly as he thought of the exact number before giving up, kicking his legs in disappointment before sparking up again.

“Y/N, this is Jungkook! He’s your friend and now he’s my friend too! He babysits me! I like him.” He reached out a stubby small finger to point and you followed it to look at the man, who was beaming in your direction.

You squinted at him, the big front teeth that poked into his lips flaring remembrance of a similar smile, of childhood sand pit meets, of shared lunchboxes before the inevitable parting of ways in high school.

“Jungkook…wait, Jeon Jungkook?”                                                                        

Your brother was the one who answer, a keening ‘yes’ echoing around you even before the man could open his mouth.

“Yes, Y/N, he’s grown now, isn’t he?” Your mother gushed from behind him. “I was surprised when Y/B/N recognized him, but then we’re friends with his family and Jungkook has been such a help.”

Of course Y/B/N recognized him. The Jeon family was a close friend of your father’s family and you’d been more or less the only kids who saw each other in any form of regularity.

You didn’t remember if you’d ever been genuinely fond of the boy himself and vice versa but he was still your first kindergarten and school friend and he’d been more than enough nice to you.

“Oh now, Mrs. Y/L/N, I haven’t grown that much.” Jungkook scratched his cheek, your mother waving a hand.

“Nonsense, if you were cute then, you’re handsome now. Y/N would agree, wouldn’t you?” Your mother and Jungkook both turned to you and you froze before stammering.

“Uh…yeah, he’s cool.” You coughed.

Jungkook watched you for a second before grinning again. “You’re one to talk, Y/N. You used to be a small brat hanging about the trees with me and now look at you. You’re beautiful.”

You blinked. Did he just indirectly insult you when you’d offered him a compliment? What in the world…

Your brother suddenly stretched himself away from you. “Mom, look at what Jungkook Hyung bought me.” He rushed forward to grab your mother’s hand, dragging her away as they left you and Jungkook alone.

There was a considerable silence as you kept your eye pointed towards the coffee table.

“So…hi,” Jungkook pulled your attention to him.

“Hi,” you replied simply.

Jungkook puffed out his cheeks a little, the light catching onto a small indented scar. You remembered that scar; it had been during middle school, a small mishap in the computer room. Jungkook’s prowess in beating people up had spiked when he’d walked out of the altercation with only that scar.

“So, how was that university of yours?” he asked.

“It was fine. Overpriced as hell, but it was worth it; they actually used the money for what they said they would instead of it going up in flames.” You joked.

“Must’ve been fun, living alone for a bit,” he prompted.

You shrugged. “I missed my family but you know how it is.”

Jungkook nodded. “My mom wouldn’t let me go out of the state. I finished in the city college. The money does go up in flames here.”

There was another pause before he snapped his fingers as if remembering something.

“So, your mom said you had stuff to unpack. You need help with that?”

You swung back a little. “Oh, you don’t need to do that. Thanks though,”                            

Jungkook shook his head. “I want to help. We can catch up a bit and your dad won’t need to call someone who’ll take ages to do stuff. I mean, how much could it be?”

You bit into your lip, your eyes roving over his sincere posture. He was right. It wasn’t much and movers would only create more hassle.

You settled into a soft smile.

“Alright, I’ll take you up on that.”

Jungkook responded with his own grin, familiar bunny teeth poking out. “I’ll be here bright and early tomorrow.” He nodded at you just as your brother and mom came back, his attention diverting to them.

Jungkook arrived the next day, just as bright and early as he’d promised, leaving you to gape at him a little in his black t-shirt and sweats.

“I’m all ready, captain! Lead the way,” he mocked you a salute as you absent-mindedly waved him inside, guiding him up to your bedroom.

“I wasn’t expecting you to actually show up.” You admitted before opening the door, in your own way apologizing for being clumsy with details.

Jungkook smiled kindly at you, entering your space while casting an inquisitive look around. “It’s fine. Moving is harrying, I know. Man, I haven’t been up here since we were, what, 13, I think.” He slid his hands into his pockets then turned to you.

You rubbed your palms, wondering if your family was bound to come back from their morning workout soon. You hoped not. Your mother had a tendency to hover. She would also wake Y/B/N up.

“Ok, so I already did my clothes and most accessories. I just need help with the furniture covers and old stuff that I’m going to need to sort out and give away.” You pointed to the last three boxes stacked in front of your closet and he nodded, moving to pick them up and placing them on the bed and the other on the desk.

For the next few minutes, both of you busied yourselves with emptying the boxes, Jungkook sorting out a few things and asking your opinion whether you still wanted them or not.

“So, Jungkook, how did you become my brother’s babysitter?” You asked casually as you tossed a photo into the disposal box.

“I met Y/B/N at the store. He’d run off from your mother.” He said, matter-of-factly, making you let out the tiniest snort. “I don’t even know how but he recognized me. I brought him back here but Y/B/N wouldn’t let go so your mom and I had to improvise that I would come back the next day. Well, I wasn’t planning to…but I showed up anyway, for friendship’s sake and well…now here I am,”

“I’m sorry you had to be roped in like that.” You laughed.

“Nah, it’s good. Your parents actually pay me good money for the kid and he’s not all too bad. Kind of reminds me of you, if I’m being honest. Only now, I’m better equipped to handle that kind of behavior. It’s good fun after college.”

“How was your college experience?”

“Okay-ish…I mean, I didn’t go to a fancy ass place but it was a decent exposure. If I need something done at least I can do it myself. How about yourself? Any good stories to tell…?”

You paused, peering up at him suspiciously. “Are you asking me about my love life Jungkook?”

For his part, he looked sheepish, grinning pleasantly as he threw you a wink over his shoulder. “I wasn’t specifically aiming, but now that you mention it…”

“Whoa! Hold it, there…how did we go from unpacking to that?���

“You started it, Y/N.”

You had to let out a smile at the childish remark before reigning it in. “Well, I’m sorry to say but I think my sex life is definitely as exciting as yours probably is.”

Jungkook looked at you, an eyebrow rising to his frumpy hairline. “What makes you think so?” he looked back as he asked the question, softly trailing away before he broke out into a chortle, seemingly amused. “Actually, I think I do ok, compared to you.”

You frowned, turning around completely with your hands on your hips, “What does that mean?”

Warm brown eyes met yours, holding eye contact as Jungkook slowly reached into his box, lifting something that colored your cheeks in mortification. Jungkook continued eyeing you in awkward humor as he tapped the still packaged small blue vibe, complete with its warranty attached to it.

“I’m done with my pile. I was just wondering where you want me to put this.”

“Oh my god,” you gripped the edge of your desk, “put it away!” you ignored the subtle inflection on the word put, trying not to let the handsome curve of his lips embarrass you.

“Gladly, do you have an underwear drawer it needs to go into?” He, of course, spared no subtlety on his words.

You snarled, marching up to him and grabbing the damned package, tossing it to the floor. “I think we’re done here.”

Jungkook’s smirk vanished, as he raised his hands up to surrender and slowly moved to exit your room, propelled every few meters by your shoves.

“Thank you for all your help.” You said curtly, the innocence dripping from his doe eyes blinking up at you thawing you mildly.

“Sure…do you mind if I ask you something?” He laid a hand on the banister.

“Uh…go ahead,”

“Why haven’t you opened the thing? Was it an accidental drunk buy you forgot, or a prank from a friend or something?”

You recoiled slightly. “Why are you asking me about that?”

“I’m curious.”

“Well, it’s just…it was an impulse from when I was still with my ex. We broke up before Valentine’s so it just stayed where it was.” You mumbled, your ears heating at the look Jungkook gave you.

“That’s pitiful for a guy. He definitely didn’t treat you right if you needed to buy that.” He sympathized.

You waited to see if he was going to add on a taunt at the end but he continued to stare at you. “Well, I’m sure I do well on my own, thanks for the concern.”

“Anytime,” Jungkook seemed to understand your dismissal, opening the front door before pausing; the low light of the pale sun hitting his face and exemplifying his cheekbones as he gave you one last cheeky grin.

“I could do much better though. You wouldn’t need a vibrator at all.”

You blinked too fast, trying to process what he’d said as Jungkook winked again, none of the innocence from before visible as he finally pulled the door shut after him, leaving you to gape at the hardwood.

It was two days later that your parents decided to take your brother for an exclusive aquarium trip, with you staying behind out of simple boredom as you switched through the movie selection on your Netflix.

Your family being absent meant you hadn’t heard from Jungkook since the day he had wildly changed your notions of him being an innocent, oversized bunny. No, the quick smirks, eyebrow quirking and all that cheesy wording had managed to find an irritating place into you…specifically your unmentionables.

You grunted as you pushed the laptop away. You weren’t usually the type to get hot and bothered over looks, a connection sought which was why all your exes were just that – exes. Yet, you couldn’t deny the sticky feeling in your thighs, rubbing them over the satin silk of your bed sheets providing zero relief.

A small ‘bing’ lit your dark room as your phone screen lit up, a text notification from an unknown number distracting you as you swiped to open it, immediately dreading the words on them.

[10:34 PM] Unknown: I can’t stop thinking about that little thing I found in the box.

You knew; you knew it was him but you put your thumbs to the keyboard and typed.

[10:34 PM] You: Who’s this?

You trapped the edge of your nail between your teeth, watching the ticks turn blue before bubbles appeared on his side.

[10:35 PM] Unknown: Who else did you have fishing things out of your luggage?

Touché…

[10:35 PM] You: How did you get my number?

You hastily saved his number as he replied.

[10:35 PM] Jungkook: I have my sources…so, what did you do with it?

[10:36 PM] You: I threw it out.

[10:36 PM] Jungkook: Liar…it’s still in your room. Maybe in that underwear drawer I asked about…or were you using it already?

You rolled your eyes, trying not to glance at the package that nestled in the folds of your squashy chair. You’d have felt guilty, however the way Jungkook put it he was enjoying the tease.

[10:37 PM] You: You wish Jungkook.

It took a minute for him to reply, as if he was thinking through what he was going to say to you.

[10:38 PM] Jungkook: I do actually...

If you were a better person, you’d have dropped the conversation right there. You’d tell him that it was inappropriate for you to be doing this with him, that whatever attraction you’d garnered for him after seeing him after a long time was just nothing that needed to be acted upon. You’d probably forget and try to move on.

However, you were none of these things. No, you weren’t going to deny yourself the smirk that was brought to your lips, the satisfaction that he was the one to reach out first, clearly interested and all too willing.

Another pop-up message brought your attention back to the text.

[10:39 PM] Jungkook: Hope I didn’t offend you…honestly I’m a little jealous of it even if you say you didn’t use it.

[10:39 PM] You: Is that so?

[10:40 PM] Jungkook: I meant it when I said I could do so much better. You wouldn’t need that vibe at all, I promise.

[10:40 PM] Jungkook: That’s all about you talking, though, isn’t it? Why should I believe you?

You leant back on your comfortable pillows, trying not to let your fingers drift over your body as you waited for a reply. Seconds passed as the ticks remained blue…turning to a whole minute, then two…worrying you that maybe you had taken the tease too far, offended him in turn. After all, a guy never liked having his so called sexual prowess questioned.

You had just about given up on getting a reply when a sudden bing rang again.

[10:44 PM] Jungkook: Don’t believe me now, I wouldn’t blame you…but I don’t want you questioning me again once I’ve made you come enough times that you forget your name. It’s just a matter of when. Have sweet dreams tonight.

You opened your mouth, a loud ‘huh’ escaping you involuntarily. This just seemed like the kind of text a boy would send before hightailing it out of your way. You rolled your eyes hard at the corny ‘make you forget your name’ line even though it made your stomach clench, imagining his face hovering over you, the long fingers that had expertly moved in your things, moving in a very different way…all for you.

“Damn it,” you whispered, your fingers dropping the phone on your nightstand as you began to wiggle out of your pajama shorts, seeking a much needed relief from the heavy feeling in your thighs.

The text conversation had all but left your mind, leaving a haze of delight on your mind for the next few days as you strolled through the mall near your home.

Jungkook had come over for your brother a few times but had never let his gaze settle on you for longer than necessary. You didn’t know if it was to rile you up or because he didn’t want your mother and brother to feel suspicious of the changed dynamic between two childhood friends.

All you knew was that the retail therapy you were currently engaging in was definitely not due to the test he was putting you through. Nope, not at all…

Loud boisterous laughter echoed around you from school kids enjoying a break, teen girls walking around buried in the latest gossip or some who were out with their parents, seeming mellower. All familiar sights; calming and serene as you stopped in front of a store, looking critically at the black cut dress on the mannequin.

Now that was something you could wear…

You glanced at your purse, feeling your card burning as it pleaded to be put to use but you’d come with no intentions of buying…

You glanced at the dress again.

“Y/N, wow, hey,”

You turned on your spot, seeing three boys approach you, the tallest of the trio to have addressed you. You looked over them in confusion before stopping, eyes twitching barely as you caught Jeon Jungkook, reaching you last, hands in his pockets again but no hint of his innocent doe eyes anywhere.

No, his eyes were hooded, peering at you with his head tilted back just slightly, as if you were an antique he was evaluating.

You looked away quickly, turning your attention to the tall boy who’d called at you, your mind sifting through memories.

“Taehyung,” you smiled, looking beside him, “and Jimin; wow you guys grew up too.”

The man gave you a wide grin, looking at Jimin. “I wouldn’t say that about this one; you didn’t hang with us in high school but trust me, he hasn’t grown an inch since the 11th grade.”

Seeing Jimin’s smile falter before he scowled and smacked Taehyung’s shoulder made you laugh, not looking at Jungkook when he didn’t even greet you. “Yah, I’m not that short, you asshole.”

“Whatever you say, short stack,” Taehyung turned to you. “Are you back here for good then?”

You nodded. “Yep, well settled and everything.”

“That’s good; we finished our degrees a while ago so we’re already working. Tae here is the receptionist at the art gallery and I’m the assistant dance teacher at the studio. You should stop by someday.” Jimin offered.

“Oh my god, that’s amazing you guys, you really did great.” You batted your lashes just so.

Were you flirting? Not exactly, but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t be just extra nice to people you’d known a long time ago. Unless of course you were trying to show Jungkook that you could help yourself just as easily.

You glanced one last time at Jungkook, seeing his eyes on you for the whole time, unblinking and hard.

“Well guys, I’ve got to run, but I will definitely call on you.” You returned their waves as you gracefully slid between them, finally pulling the big gun.

“Oh and Jimin, don’t worry, I’m sure you grew up big.” You winked, taking pleasure when Jimin went bright red and Taehyung actually choked. You didn’t glance at Jungkook as you turned and strutted away.

Check and mate, sucker.

It was when you were in the car, of course that Jungkook made his own move. The call was accepted hesitantly, wondering what he had to say.

“I hope you had fun, beautiful, laying it on so thick for my buddies.”

You raised your eyebrows. “What, now you’re jealous of your friends too? You know, you should really do something about that.”

“Oh I will, don’t you worry. I made a promise, after all. Stay home tonight.”

Jungkook hung up abruptly, leaving you staring to the front in dawning apprehension.

You didn’t know how you’d end up like this, you really didn’t.

You’d followed Jungkook’s instruction, staying in; it wasn’t like you really had somewhere pressing to be. Your father and mother were at home, your brother was home and then Jungkook had been at home too, watching the Toy Story series with your brother while holding a conversation with your parents about sports and his hobbies simultaneously.

You’d sat on the farthest armchair, your legs folded underneath you as you’d stared at Jungkook from your periphery. He had entered the room, taking his place next to your brother without much attention given to you aside from a too cheerful ‘hey Y/N’, deeply interested in whatever your mother was saying.

You felt pathetic, eyeing him in hopes that he would, you don’t know, would do something, anything, give some sort of indication that the game he was playing with you was going to be continued to something tonight.

Finally, you’d huffed, getting to your feet to go to the kitchen, your back turned to the entrance to quench your thirst when you’d felt fingers slinking up your free arm, head whipping about to catch Jungkook leaning to your ear.

“Frustrated, are we?”

“No, why?” you’d replied too quickly, his chuckle vibrating against the thrum of your own pulse. He turned you gently, your eyes meeting his. He dipped his head a little.

“You can say it, Y/N. I don’t mind. I wouldn’t lie and tell you that I haven’t been hard ever since I walked in to see you in these shorts. Really bold, wearing those when you knew I’d be here.”

You couldn’t help it. Your eyes flew to the crotch of his jeans, making him snort.

“God, you’re so eager.” He pushed himself against you, knee knocking against your own to get it out of his way as he let you feel his own eagerness. Sure enough, he was sporting a semi that was only hardening against your hot pink shorts.

“What should we do about that, hmm?”

You only stared over his shoulder, praying that no one would walk in to see you pressed up against the sink, Jungkook completely wedged between your legs as he whispered filth in your ear. Your fingers tightened against the edge of the counter.

“Come here.” he said suddenly, pulling you to the island, eyes moving to the kitchen entrance as well as he pushed you down to your knees, out of the sight of anyone who would come in.

“What are you doing?” You hissed up at him, watching his finger drift to his zipper as he tugged it down.

“Letting you take care of my problem. Isn’t that what you wanted?” he smirked down at you, one eyebrow raised in challenge as he waited, to see if you would refute and back out.

The hell you would…

“Oh right, of course, someone like you would need your dick sucked to feel validated.”

You enjoyed the split second in which his eyes narrowed, lips turning down in annoyance before your hands were moving, slipping to his belt buckle and undoing it, the ends falling away to let you open the button, your mouth dropping open.

Jungkook had gone commando.

“I see you like sucking dick to make a man feel validated as well.” Jungkook retorted, his voice clipped but you could feel the proud smirk aimed at you when his dick, now good and hard fell out almost immediately when you spread his jeans a bit.

He placed his palms on the island, his tall frame hunkering so that his shaft lined up with your lips.

“Only you,” you whispered before pressing a soft kiss to the head, the length bobbing a little as it twitched in reaction.

“I don’t know about you, beautiful but we’ve got to hurry this up. Your family is still out there.” He breathed eyes now wide as he watched you while his ears stayed outside.

You hummed in reply; your eyes on him as you opened your mouth slowly, placing him on your tongue. It tasted salty and while the head itself stretched the seal of your mouth, you knew it was only because of lack of practice. You trusted Jungkook to be careful.

You close your eyes when the contact became too much, the weight of Jungkook’s gaze only beating that of his cock that now lay snug in the crevice of your mouth.

“Fuck, baby, you haven’t used your mouth much, have you?” he asked finally.

You pop him out immediately, turning a scowl up at him but he chuckled reassuringly. “I’m not being an ass. I’m just grateful you’re letting me do this.”

“I’m not letting you do anything. I’m doing this because I want to do this.” You said. You diverted attention to his length in your hand, stroking up from the base, feeling his veins come to bulge before a translucent drip appeared at the tip.

“Fuck then, that’s just hotter.” He let out a low groan when you suck him in again, letting him in as much as you could before the passage of your throat constricted.

“Ah fuck,” he hissed, one hand rubbing at his thigh before landing on your head. “I really want to let you do this on your own but we don’t have much time, Y/N.” He warned again.

You glanced around the corner before up at him. “Then you do it.”

Jungkook’s eyes flew open, wide at you. “Say what?”

You smirked, encasing his wrist to shift his hand in your hair, curling his fingers to grasp a bunch. “You do it.”

Jungkook waited a full second, eyes studying your expression before returning a wicked smirk of his own. “Jesus, you’re nasty.”

His hold tightened in your hair, your mouth pushed open roughly as he shoved himself in your mouth again, stopping when he felt you clamp on him.

“Can I deep throat you? Would you be ok with that?” he asked. His voice had gone low, husky and barely choked.

You whimpered around him, knowing it would be rough for a while but nodding anyway.

“I’ll be gentle, just hit my leg if it gets too much.” He promised, giving you a chance to prepare as he pulled out completely.

You took in a deep breath, before loosening your jaw and letting your mouth open. Jungkook, as promised, went slow, pushing in till your limit, eyes fixed on your face as he maintained eye contact, all the while pressing forward, past the set of your teeth, your uvula and then slipping into the cavern of your throat.

You choked, making him pull out immediately as you pumped him, the saliva coating him making it easier as he grunted. “Good, you’re doing so well, Y/N. Again…?” he questioned and you almost cried at how considerate he was being.

After a second try, both of you deemed that it was ok for him to start ferociously pumping himself into your mouth. Low grunts filled the space between you as he hunched over you, hand alternating between clutching your hair to stroking it as he praised you in his broken, melodious voice.

“Fucking hell, you feel so good…”

“I can’t wait to feel your pussy.”

“I’m going to make you cum so good on my tongue for this.”

“You nasty girl, you get off on this, don’t you? Any chance that someone will come in to see a sweet girl getting mouth fucked in the kitchen.”

It was this last statement that made you swallow, and Jungkook finally threw his head back, grunts letting way to a soft whine as he finally came, flooding your throat with his come. He muttered a few words that went unnoticed by you as he pulled away almost immediately, letting you settle back.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I should’ve warned you.”

You shook your head to show him it was fine as you felt the semen that hadn’t seeped down your throat already pool into your mouth. You stood up on shaky legs, turning on the sink faucet to rinse your mouth and flush out…fluids.

“Hyung!” Jungkook and you both jumped, turning to see a glum looking Y/B/N frowning at Jungkook.

“I’ve been waiting for you for the last fifteen minutes! The movie is nearly ending. Come on!” he crooned with all the tenacity of a child. You were very sure it was longer than fifteen minutes, but you would be loathing confirming it.

“Oh yeah, sorry, we got to talking and didn’t realize. I’m coming!” His voice, previously deep and dripping with lust had gone high, one that he used on your brother only. He went to scoop up the boy, tickling his side as they disappeared from the kitchen, the only remainder of your depravity being the scorching look Jungkook tossed you before turning the corner.

“Mrs. Jeon invited you over for dinner tonight!” Your mother gushed.

You choked on the apple you were slowly chewing, your eyes flying up from the KKT chat to your mother, her hair curled freshly. “I met up with her at our salon and she told me to pass on the news! Isn’t she sweet?”

Or, this is Jungkook’s newest game…

You nodded, not answering as you switched chats to Jungkook’s, foregoing the previous sexy ones and sending new one.

[11:23 AM] You: Dinner at your house…? Ring any bells…?

You watched your mother flutter about in the kitchen a little, opening and closing cabinets before settling on cereals for snacks as Jungkook replied.

[11:26 AM] Jungkook: Uh…yeah, she’s told your mom, didn’t she? She’s been nagging me to put on my best impression forward. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I’d already done it.

You snorted. You had to agree he’d placed some very good impressions forward.

[11:27 AM] You: So, what do we do?

[11:28 AM] Jungkook: You get all dolled up for me and ready by 8, I’m going to give you a ride to my place and then back ;)

[11:28 AM] You: Classy, Jeon

[11:30 AM] Jungkook: Calm down beautiful, it’s just a dinner. I’ll see you at 8.

Sighing at the impromptu sweetness from him, you got to your feet, tossing the apple core into the trash. “I’m going to prepare for this dinner party.” You told your mother, dropping a kiss to her head when she started about taking you to her salon.

It was as you climbed up to your room that the idea struck you like a bolt. You smiled slowly, deviously.

Jungkook wouldn’t know what hit him.

You were certainly right about Jungkook being thunderstruck when he picked you up. Looking just a notch more dressed up in a tight black shirt and jacket, hands in pockets he chewed the inside of his cheek when you opened the door, leaning against the doorjamb – not being sexy.

Jungkook turned to look at you with an expectant grin before his eyes drooped and jaw slackened as his eyes drifted down your body almost inappropriately.

“Fuck,” you heard his whisper as you called to let your parents know you were leaving and to have fun.

“Your parents are going to be gone again?” He asked, looking deliberately at your face.

You took his proffered hand, swinging it between yourselves as he led you to his car in the driveway. “You know how they are; they have the same interests as Y/B/N. It’s the planetarium tonight. My dad paid to book it for mom and him for the whole night.”

Jungkook looked deep in thought as both of you slid in and he began driving back to his place, his eyes fixed straight ahead until he covered the short distance between your houses.

“So, what have you told your parents?” you asked, running a palm down the skirt of the black dress you’d decided to buy at the mall after all.

“Not much,” he smirked as he knocked on his door.”Your mother spoke enough.”

You’d only managed to let out a reassigned groan as the door opened, revealing a familiar but now older Mrs. Jeon.

“Y/N! Come in, come in, ah, this is so lovely.” She wrapped a delicate armed hug around you as his father made an entrance too, standing beside Jungkook.

You tried to not to let your pained grin show through, catching Jungkook hiding a smile behind his hand as his mother ushered you to the dinner table.

“Supper’s all ready, dear. Here, sit next to Jungkook.” She dumped you on the chair beside Jungkook as both parents took the ends of the table, a server, looking hired for this very purpose began announcing the dishes as he piled them on.

“You said it’s ‘just a dinner’.” You hissed to Jungkook.

“Ah, what can I say? My mother is worse compared to yours. Just go with it. You’ll enjoy this dinner, I promise.” He said, keeping his voice low as he sipped from his water goblet.

You shot him a suspicious look at his promise but it wasn’t until main course that you found out what he was talking about.

The server, his name was Clark as you asked kindly, was plating the delicate pasta when Jungkook barely nudged your knee.

You glanced at him, shifting in your seat to give him more space before he nudged you again, a little harder.

You looked at him, picking up your fork again to see him facing his father, nodding as he muttered about the recent scandal of coaches.

You turned to your food, smiling demurely at Mrs. Jeon talking about how men never changed when a large, warm palm encased your knee, jerking it to the right.

Your fingers stilled, body stiffening as you felt Jungkook’s thumb stroke soothing circles inside your leg. You settled your body back, nearly slumping into the chair, allowing Jungkook more ground as he paused in his conversation with his father to give you a look, hints of amusement glinting deep in his eyes.

He was going to keep his promise and make you enjoy tonight. Who were you to stand in his way?

Straightening, you placed your free hand on his, inching it further up under the skirt as you squirmed, trying to let the dress slink up without anyone noticing.

Jungkook seemed satisfied, helping you by hooking his pinky into the seam of the hem, edging it up till the tip of his fingers brushed your pelvic join, the bare skin where he should’ve felt fabric catching his attention.

He stopped, you noticed him taking a deep breath before turning to his mother, answering her about her latest shopping endeavors, fingers left vague near where you wanted him.

You rolled your eyes, taking the initiative even as you arched just so, pressing your heat against his hand insistently. Jungkook’s eyes shot to yours, narrowing in warning, moving his hand out of your skirt as his palm moved to cup your mound over the slick material of the dress, squeezing deliciously.

He let his thumb brush over the seam of your slit once before he was pulling away completely, bringing that particular thumb up to brush against his lips, expressionless as he emptied his glass.

“Are you done, Y/N? I should really take you home.” The last statement was aimed at his mother.

“Yes, yes of course, do give your parents my best, Y/N. I will see you again very soon, this time with your parents.” Mrs. Jeon waved a hand for Clark to collect your and Jungkook’s plate as she stood up.

“Get back to dinner, mom. I’m driving her back.” Jungkook said, leaving no room for arguments as his hand, that damn hand cupped your elbow, guiding you out of his house and back to the car, shoving you into the passenger seat and climbing into the driver’s.

“What’s your problem? I wanted to take another serving of the pasta.” You grumbled as he stopped abruptly, a little ahead of the road turning to you.

“Show me,” it was a command.

“Show you what?”

“Beautiful, not right now; I want you to show me what you plan to get out of tonight’s game.”

You stared at him for a second, feeling his eyes turn pointedly to the way your skirt had ridden up your thighs. You let your finger hesitantly lower to the hem, raising it barely to give him a peek at what he wanted.

“That’ll do.” He softly whispered, revving the engine again as he turned to your street, slipping into the empty driveway.

“Would you like to come in?” you asked, trying to play coy but giving up pretenses midway when you see him unlatching his seatbelt, eyes already on you.

“Duh,” he laughed, exiting the car after you.

“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m glad your parents are going to be out.” He muttered, standing too close to you as you unlocked the door with the spare key, switching on the porch lights.

“Why is that?” you murmured absently.

Jungkook pushed you against the front door, grinning confidently. “Because you’re going to be loud tonight, I’d rather the kid not hear that.”

You snickered, feeling his hands delve into the coat he’s placed over your shoulder, crumpling and throwing it on the couch.

“Is this the part where you make me come so many times that I, what did you say, oh right, ‘forget my own name’?” you teased.

Jungkook walked you further into the house, his fingers undoing cufflinks at his wrist as he eyed you lazily.

“Yes,” he gripped the back of your neck, “We made a deal that you wouldn’t be questioning me after that.”

“Yeah whatever,” you grabbed the lapel of his shirt, fisting it as you pulled him down to you, lips meeting in a fiery kiss that burned hotter at pent up tension exploding around you and Jungkook.

You never actually managed to reach your bedroom, Jungkook deeming it proper to push you up and over the armrest of your favorite couch. Your back arched uncomfortable as you maneuvered yourself while he undid his shirt completely and let it flutter to the floor.

“It’s a very pretty dress. You were eyeing this at the store that day, weren’t you?” he asked, running soft fingers up your legs, hooking under your knees.

“You saw?” Surprise made you prop yourself to stare at him.

“I saw you since the moment you entered the store, Y/N. Tae and Jimin noticed you later and I had to follow.”

“Wow, stalker much?”

“Stalker who is going to be doing this,”

Jungkook pulled your legs up, sliding to the floor fluidly. Latching them over his shoulders, he yanked you towards him by the waist, all the while eyes boring into you defiantly.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked.

What were you going to do, say yes?

“No.”

“Good,”

Jungkook turned his eyes lower, finally focusing on the skin you had deliberately left uncovered for him to explore.

“This dress you’re wearing is so pretty, I don’t want to rip it.” He said. You hummed appreciatively, raising your legs together so he could push off the tight skirt and away before returning their position on his shoulders.

Jungkook pressed his fingers to your core, spreading the lips apart a little so he could flourish his tongue across the swell of your nub, a pause left at the edges to dig in the pink muscle.

You sighed, relaxing in his ministration as he slaved away, increasing and decreasing the pressure he used, the harder strokes he applied to your clit and entrance, jolting your fingers and torso till you were clutching at his hair, trying to press him closer.

“I promised you’d be coming on my tongue and fingers for the kitchen, didn’t I?”

You didn’t have to glance his way to know he was peering up at you with his smug lips glistening and curved. “Well, then get to it,” You encouraged.

The man took it as a challenge, delving back into you with a growl that vibrated through your folds, sparking delectable heat in the depths of your abdomen. A definite warning that he would get what he wanted from your body soon.

Jungkook seemed to be able to tell you were close too, migrating to gently place distracting kitten licks to your now hardened clit, middle finger easing in till it was buried to his knuckles into you.

You grunted, jerking into a ball, your knee slipping off as he clicked his tongue, repositioning your leg, holding it tightly in his free hand as he increased the force of his suckles.

The single finger turned to two, then three curling cleverly into your walls as they sought and found the sweet spot within your writhing body.

The come hither motions of his fingers made you convulse, earning a low groan of approval from Jungkook as he detached his lips from your folds, standing with his fingers lodged deep in you. He maintained lazy motions, stretching out your small orgasm.

“Fuck, beautiful, you good?” Jungkook pulled you upward gently, hands moving to your back, rubbing out any knots that may have formed.

“Yeah, I’m good. I’m good.” You reassured before tapping his chin, running your thumb to wipe away the remnants of your arousal from his lips.

“I still remember my name, you know.”

“Not a problem, I’m not done with you yet.”

Jungkook spun you, fingers unclasping the hook and pulling the zipper down till the dress hung loosely around your frame. He bunched the material in his fists, slowly but firmly pushing the stretchy fabric down till it pooled at your ankles before being shoved away somewhere. Splaying large hands across your shoulder, he was pushing you right back over the armrest again, this time on your front.

The plush fabric of the sofa brushed cold against your nipples, hardening them further as you ground your chest into the material, looking for friction. Shame was long forgotten as Jungkook realized what you were doing, bending till his mouth was at your ear.

“Does that feel good? Do you want me to make you come like this, using one of the cushions to grind against your pretty clit? Or do you want my cock in you, pumping till you can’t stand?”

You whimpered, reaching back for his hand. He gave it willingly, letting you guide it so you could press it blatantly to your throbbing mound. You felt him fumbling a bit, getting out of the rest of his clothes and put on the condom.

“Your cock, please,”

“Good girl,” He removed his hand, letting it rest on your ass first, curving with your flesh, kneading it gently before settling on your hips as with the other he ran the head over your tight seam, pushing forward till the tip nestled just inside you, your wall contracting to pull him in further.

“Fuck, beautiful, I can feel you trying to suck me in. Are you being greedy?”

You turned your head to look at him in annoyance. “You really want to play games right now?” you snarled.

Jungkook laughed, deep and freely as he plunged forward, your sentence stuttering out as you felt him settle so deep in you, you could feel him.

You were full of him.

“Oh my - fuck,” You whined in surprise, Jungkook brushing away hair so he could whisper again. “I was being gentle, Y/N.”

“Don’t be; please, Jungkook, don’t be gentle.” You answered, tilting your head to allow him to trail open mouthed hot kisses, sucking into the curve of your shoulder.

“As you wish,”

Jungkook braced himself on his forearms on either side of you, mouth landing on your back as he increased his pace and the strength of his thrusts. His cock, girth and length hit the deepest spots in you, stretching you out in ways your exes had never even managed.

The vibrator fell away from your conscience. You were so tossing it out after tonight.

Jungkook grunted behind you, his thighs, toned and tight pressed against the curve of your ass. Raising himself with one hand, he gripped onto your wrist, pulling it up and around your head, pushing you back against his chest as he cupped a full breast, tweaking at a nipple.

“Fuck I want them in my mouth.” He hissed, slowing and stopping abruptly as he pulled out, leaving you to take in huge gulps of breaths.

Jungkook moved so fast he might as well have been a blur. He moved the discarded clothes to cover the sofa and sat on them, the hand holding your wrist guiding you to sit on top of him.

Both of you hissed as he went deeper into you before stilling. Jungkook pressed his forehead against yours, eye closing and throat bobbing as he swallowed.

“I want to make you cum.” You whispered bravely, making his eyes fly open as he gaped up at you.

“Go ahead.” He grinned, letting his hands rest comfortably at your waist as you braced yours on his shoulder, raising yourself up and then down, the sofa letting out a puff sound that made you both chuckle lazily.

You close your eyes, tossing your head back as you tried to set the same pace he had, feeling his length brush over your spot over and over in this position, your warmth convulsing as the signs of another impending orgasm brewed on your horizon.

Jungkook hissed. “Fuck, baby, just like that,” he glanced down, thumb slicking in his mouth as he rubbed it over you clit, stimulating you further, as you rode him hard. His hands kneaded your tits, swollen lips trapping a peak in to his mouth, suckling while his head nuzzled against the soft flesh.

You could feel his satisfied smile like this as you tightened further.

Jungkook finally pulled away with a wet pop, his pants increasing as he cupped your face. “I’m going to cum baby. Where do you want it?”

You whined in heat, mind running hazily as you brought his hands down to your chest. “Here, here, come here,” you breathed loudly.

Jungkook cursed, standing suddenly with you like you weighed nothing before turning around to dump you unceremoniously on the sofa, parting your legs till he was pounding inside again, hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead while the heel of his palm dug in your clit. His hips were angled perfectly, battering against your sweet spot until you were screaming, screaming his name, any nonsense that flooded your brain.

You never registered Jungkook pulling away with a furious growl, his large palm jerking over his member roughly until he was releasing all over you, some of his seed landing where you’d wanted him and the other going god knows where.

Oh god…

Jungkook let out a slow exhale, hands landing on the backrest as he leant his weight on it. “Clean up duty,” he muttered pathetically as you lay sprawled out, well sated and oxytocin high.

“It can wait, we have the whole night.” You soothed. Jungkook eyed you fondly as your hand ran warmly over his sweat slick chest.

“At least let me clean you up.” He fetched his boxers while disposing of the rubber - hopefully hiding it well, and running it over your thighs, even swiping at the flyaway strands on his release. “So, I kind of know we did this backwards, but how about I take you out sometime?”

You laughed. “It’s my turn to be babysitted huh?”

Jungkook shrugged, grinning as he held out his hands, helping you stand so you could move to your bedroom.

“So, I still remember my name.”

Jungkook only rolled his eyes, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Maybe we can christen the vibe this time.”

Damn.

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What if Millicent wasn't a small cat but something tiger-sized and Pryde poked her with his stick one time too many?

The Deaths of Allegiant General Pryde, Part 6: Dinner

(kylux, preslash. content note: graphic descriptions of an animal mauling and eating a person)

“I understand you have a...pet,” said Allegiant General Enric Pryde, slapping his swagger stick into his palm.

General Armitage Hux’s office on the Steadfast was not large—nothing like his war room and engineering facilities on the Finalizer had been—but it had a desk and a chair and a door, and at this point that was all he could hope for. It did have its merits: Pryde had had to use the call box before entering, and he also had to stand while Armitage remained comfortable in his seat.

Armitage managed not to twitch at the sound of Pryde’s crop striking the leather of his glove. It was an obvious intimidation tactic, and Armitage was not intimidated by sanctimonious peons like Pryde. “Yes,” he said. “It’s my prerogative as ranking general.” He watched Pryde’s face, daring him to claim that his rank was higher. This issue had not yet come to a head, and Armitage was, quite frankly, tired of the chain of command being unclear.

But Pryde ignored the comment, likely because he didn’t want to risk losing the authority he’d so recently gained when Supreme Leader Kylo Ren chose to make Pryde’s flagship his own. What he did say was, “It’s highly irregular. And as this is my ship, I have the right to assess the way this creature is being housed. Every centimetre counts on a starship, General—”

“Millicent lives in my chambers, General,” Armitage put in, a bit crossly. “And I pay for her food out of my own stipend. She will have no impact on the operation of the Steadfast, just as she never interfered with the operation of the Finalizer.”

Pryde raised an eyebrow. “If that’s true, then you shouldn’t mind a brief inspection of your quarters? To validate what you’ve said.”

Armitage had a feeling he’d been outmaneuvered, but he wasn’t sure how. Pryde had the right to enter any area on the Steadfast, including all officers’ chambers. Well, excepting Ren’s, of course, and the rooms Ren kept for his Knights.

Wait. Had Ren also made Armitage’s chambers off limits to Pryde?

A smile twitched its way across Armitage’s face. “You’re more than welcome to come meet Millicent, General,” he said graciously. “I’m sure she’d enjoy the company.”

“I’ll send an audit team,” Pryde sniffed. He tucked his swagger stick beneath his left arm the way he did when he was about to walk away dismissively, and oh, so that’s what he was after. Pryde wanted to spy on Armitage. His ‘audit team’ would almost certainly consist of intelligence officers who would bring with them any number of tiny, easily hidden surveillance devices.

“I’m sorry, General,” Armitage said, “but I can’t allow that. Millicent loves people, but she can be distressed by groups. One person is all I’m willing to subject her to.”

“Yet you claim the creature won’t interfere with the operation of this ship.”

Armitage smiled again. “One person is sufficient to perform an audit. As I said, you are more than welcome to come yourself.”

Pryde always looked like he was glowering, but his face looked especially severe now. “Fine,” he said.

“Of course, I must also be present,” Armitage added. “She won’t take kindly to a stranger I haven’t introduced her to.”

“Fine,” Pryde said again. If he was feeling anything beyond slightly inconvenienced, he was hiding it exceptionally well. “We’ll go now.”

~

Armitage heard a muffled thump and the clack of Millie’s claws on the durasteel floor as soon as the hatch cycled open. “Come, darling!” he called, though she was almost certainly already on her way. “We have a visitor!”

Millicent emerged from the bedroom at a gallop, a giant blur of orange and black and white, barreling up to Armitage and bounding up on her hind legs to throw her front paws onto his shoulders. He staggered a bit under her weight and laughed as her enormous tongue lapped over his neck and face. “There’s a good girl,” he praised her, putting his arms as far around her as he could get them, stroking down her back, and burying his face in the wonderfully soft fur behind her ear. “Hello. Hello. Did you miss me?”

As usual, the greeting was over in a matter of seconds; Millie pushed off him and dropped back to the floor and circled toward where Pryde was standing. Her hackles weren’t raised, not really, but she was curious, cautious. The muscles in her legs and back were visibly tensed for a pounce, and her tail was flicking slowly back and forth behind her in preparation to counterbalance. She was absolutely magnificent, the perfect hunter, and Armitage indulged in watching her for a moment before turning his attention to Pryde.

The allegiant general stood stock-still by the door, arms straight at his sides. The only parts of him that moved were his eyes as they followed Millie’s prowl back and forth between him and the main living space. “General?” Armitage prompted.

“It’s rather...large,” Pryde said. For once, his voice wasn’t strong and certain. He seemed to remember how to move, pulling his swagger stick out from under his arm and brandishing it in front of him like a knife.

“Yes, she is,” Armitage agreed.

“I expected something...smaller. Where is its cage?”

Armitage blinked, affronted. “I would never put my Millie in a cage. She needs room to move about. It’s in her blood.”

“It’s tame, though?”

“Of course. I trained her myself. It can be difficult with this species, but only if one is not fully committed to the task.”

“Ah,” Pryde said, shifting back a half step as Millie twitched her whiskers at him. “I suppose you are the son of a nerf-herder.”

“Nerfs are docile plant-eaters!” Even someone as witless as Pryde should be able to appreciate how special Millie was, how unique. “Millie is a carnivore. A predator. It’s completely different.” Armitage wrinkled his nose and added, “Also, Millie doesn’t stink.”

Millie, sensing Armitage’s distress, began to growl low in the back of her throat. Pryde took a full step back.

“No, no, it’s all right, Millie,” Armitage told her. “To me.” Millicent loped to Armitage’s side. “Sit,” Armitage said, and Millie lowered her haunches to the floor in her elegant, feline version of parade rest. “Good girl.”

“She does seem to be well trained,” Pryde said, sounding half relieved and half disappointed. “And her presence in your quarters does not affect the operation of the ship. I shall not press the matter.”

“I appreciate your understanding, General,” Armitage said. At this point, Pryde just seemed eager to leave. He’d had no opportunity to plant any bugs; he hadn’t even moved from the doorway. Armitage, with Millicent’s help, had successfully foiled his plot. “Shall we return to the bridge?”

~

Life-partner did not like the grouchy man he brought home today. Millicent knew that for certain. And Grouchy didn’t seem to like life-partner, either, which meant Grouchy was a threat. They were tolerating each other, though, and that meant Millicent would tolerate Grouchy too...so long as Grouchy didn’t cause any problems.

Some time had passed since then. She had batted her toys around for a while and now she was lying at the foot of their bed. She had just started meticulously grooming herself when she heard the front door cycle open again. It was early for life-partner to return, but he had returned at a strange time already today, so Millie did not worry right away. However, the heavy footfalls she heard next did not belong to life-partner, nor did the scent that shortly came wafting in. Millie leapt off the bed and trotted out to the playroom, lips already curling back in warning.

It was Grouchy. Life-partner was not with him.

Millie bared all her teeth and told Grouchy unequivocally to get out of their home. Her loud, rumbling growl seemed to terrify Grouchy; he froze in place like an ash-rabbit instead of doing what she’d told him. Something he was holding in his left hand fell to the floor with a small clatter.

Millie stepped forward, attempting to startle him, to herd him to the door. Grouchy waved the stick he was carrying in his right hand at her. She paused, cocking her head to the side as she evaluated the weapon. It did not seem to pose any significant threat. “Back,” Grouchy said. “Back, you ugly beast.”

Millie recognized the words. ‘Back,’ of course, was a command. Life-partner used ‘ugly’ whenever he was talking about Dark One, and he loved Dark One almost as much as he loved Millicent, so it must be a compliment. ‘Beast,’ however, was an unpleasant word she had heard as a cub, back before life-partner had chosen her. It meant disrespect.

Millie did not obey the commands of those who did not respect her.

She continued her slow, steady advance. Grouchy let out a high-pitched sound and waved his stick right in her face. This time it actually brushed her whiskers. Millie snapped at it in warning, letting her sharp teeth clack together noisily. “Sit!” Grouchy yelled. “Lie down! Get back! Get away!”

She let out her own yell, again commanding him to leave her home. The roar was so load it rattled the drinking glass life-partner had left on the caf table. Surely that would be enough to get Grouchy to go.

But it wasn’t. Grouchy crouched down, reaching with his free hand for the small item he’d dropped. At the same time, he stopped waving the stick and started thrusting it toward her. This form of attack seemed more dangerous; he might strike her in the eye. One thrust poked her hard in the cheek; she howled, more from surprise than pain, and then she snapped her jaws closed around Grouchy’s wrist to keep him from poking her again.

She’d been polite long enough.

Grouchy screeched and jerked backward, trying and failing to free himself from Millie’s powerful hold, and dropped both the stick and the other thing. Millicent sank her teeth deep into his flesh to secure her grip.

Then she tasted blood.

Life-partner took good care of Millie, providing food and water and a bed and toys and a place to play. But it had been a long time since Millie had hunted prey. A long time since she’d enjoyed the meat of a fresh kill.

She considered. Would life-partner be troubled if she had Grouchy for dinner? Surely his unwelcome intrusion into their home and his refusal to leave broke any sort of truce the two of them had. There might be some other reason life-partner wouldn’t want Millie to eat Grouchy, but now his blood was trickling tantalizingly down her throat and she wanted more.

She deserved this, Millie decided. She had been very good for life-partner, and life-partner loved her. This was her treat.

That settled, she bit Grouchy’s hand off.

Her teeth crunched delightfully straight through the bones and tendons of Grouchy’s arm, and she chomped and smacked her lips and tossed her head until she got the whole hand into her mouth. Millie ground the meat and bones down to delicious pieces between her teeth and swallowed it all triumphantly.

Grouchy was screaming, clutching at his bloody arm, and that only made Millicent want more. She stalked toward him, licking her chops. Should she eat him piece by piece, saving the most savory bits for last? Should she go straight for the delectable organs she knew she’d find within his torso? She could crack him open easily just by leaping on top of him to break his sternum, tearing into his flesh with her claws, ripping out his ribs with her teeth—

He staggered backward until he hit the wall, and then he was scrabbling against it desperately, still screaming. His wounded cries were so sweet and enticing; how could she resist? Millicent lunged and struck him heavily with one paw, sending him flying to the floor faster than he could fall. One of his legs was left sticking out at an odd angle; she stepped on it and felt it break in two beneath her paw.

Now he was sobbing, trying and failing to crawl away. She almost wished they were in an open plain where she could really chase him, follow his wails and hunt him properly, but she had a feeling he wouldn’t have put up much of a fight no matter where he was.

Anyway, in an open plain she might have had to share. Here, this meal was all hers.

He kicked his good leg at her, so Millicent got her mouth around his ankle and gave it a good chomp. It was slightly harder to separate his foot from his body because of the covering over it, but after a few moments of worrying at it, she finally ripped it free. Millicent kept an eye on her prey as she set about tearing open the foot covering to get at the meat. Human feet weren’t especially delicious, but the bones provided a satisfying crunch, and she wanted to enjoy that before moving on to something meatier like the leg.

All Grouchy was doing was whimpering and crying and dragging himself along the ground as best he could without the full use of three limbs. It was slow going. He seemed to be trying to get to the door, but there was no way he’d be able to open it without standing on his hind legs, and Millicent didn’t think he would be able to do that. She took her time, gnawing and slurping at the foot until finally she finished it with a single definitive crunch.

Grouchy had almost made it to the door by the time she was done. It wouldn’t do for life-partner to stumble over him when he got home. Millicent trotted over and grabbed the back of Grouchy’s neck in her jaws and flung him bodily back toward the center of the room. Necks were vulnerable, especially human necks, and Millicent thought she might have broken Grouchy’s; at least that meant he’d hold still while she finished her feast.

It was time to eat his heart, Millicent decided. She’d denied herself long enough. Eagerly, Millie bounded over to Grouchy’s collapsed form, batted him over onto his back with her paw, and cracked open his chest just like she’d planned.

~

“Where is Allegiant General Pryde?”

Usually Pryde was at Kylo’s side whenever Kylo was outside his chambers. Kylo vacillated between finding it convenient and irritating; having an old Imperial constantly hanging around wasn’t really the same as keeping Hux close. Right now, though, the allegiant general was nowhere to be found, and Kylo had some orders to give him.

“General Hux?” Kylo asked, because Hux was the type to know where everyone was at all times.

“I’m afraid I don’t know, sir,” Hux said. A cursory scan of his mind showed he was telling the truth. Surprising. “I haven’t seen him since the middle of cresh shift. He said he had business and left the bridge.”

Kylo felt himself scowling and wished he hadn’t destroyed his mask.

“Can...I help with something, sir?” Hux added.

“Yes,” Kylo said, because he could give orders through Hux just as well as through Pryde. Actually, the allegiant general being absent was a good opportunity. Kylo didn’t feel like he could talk to Hux when Pryde was around. This was ridiculous, of course; he was Supreme Leader and could talk to anybody whenever he wanted. But still, it always felt...awkward. “Your chambers,” Kylo decided, in case Pryde suddenly decided to appear. “Now.”

As they set off together, Hux actually walked abreast of Kylo instead of trailing behind him. It was, Kylo thought, the first time he’d done that in a year. It reminded Kylo of how things had been on the Finalizer, before.

“How is Millicent?” Kylo asked, realizing he hadn’t thought about Hux’s pet in months. He wasn’t even sure she had survived Batuu.

“She’s fine, Supreme Leader,” Hux said. “Healthy and happy.”

It would be nice to see her again. She had always been friendly with Kylo, letting him pet her and scratch below her jowls. She had a deep, throaty purr that was strangely soothing.

He felt a sudden spike of anxiety that things might be different now, that Millicent might not like Kylo anymore. The thought of her rebuffing him was unpleasant. But there was no reason for Millicent to dislike him, was there? Things had—changed, shifted, with Hux, but surely that wouldn’t affect—

Kylo swallowed and pushed those worries down. It didn’t matter if an animal didn’t like him, did it? He was the Supreme Leader. He didn’t need anyone to like him. Not Millicent, not Hux, not anyone.

“Here we are,” Hux said, breaking into Kylo’s maudlin thoughts. Hux activated the airlock hatch to his chambers and started to enter. “Can I offer you a—” Then he broke off, stopping in the doorway, his mouth hanging open for a beat. “Ah. Supreme Leader. Perhaps a different venue—?”

“No,” Kylo said. “We’re already here. I don’t care if you haven’t dusted, or whatever.” He shouldered past Hux.

Then he stopped too. The floor was covered in dried blood, tattered pieces of fabric and leather, and bits of what looked like bone. Millicent lay curled up by the sofa. She looked very pleased with herself; her long tail curled slowly back and forth as she raised her head to look at Kylo. There was blood all around her mouth and all over her paws.

Her stomach was distended.

The smell of blood always gave Kylo something of a rush. It excited him. It was a scent of battle. He licked his lips as he stepped further into Hux’s chambers, scanning the room for evidence of what exactly had happened. It seemed clear enough, though. “Millie,” he said, “did you eat someone?”

Millie licked her own chops in response, as if to say yes.

Hux spoke up then, a nervous thread in his voice. “Supreme Leader, I’m utterly horrified. I’ve no idea how this happened. No one should have been in my chambers. I’m sure she was simply defending herself—”

Kylo raised a hand to shut him up. “It’s fine,” he said. “If Millie did eat someone, they probably deserved it.” He crossed the room to Millicent and buried his hands in her fur. “I missed you,” he crooned to her. To his delight, she rolled onto her back, inviting him to rub her tummy.

“You won’t...punish her?” Hux asked. “No matter who it was?”

“No,” Kylo said shrugging. “Why would I do that? I won’t punish you, either.”

“In that case...” Hux stepped further into the room, stooped over, picked something up, and brought it to Kylo. Kylo glanced up, then did a double take. It was that stick Pryde was always carrying around.

“Oh,” Kylo said with a laugh of realization. “So that’s where he was.”

Hux’s face took on a look of triumph. It was subtle enough that most people probably wouldn’t notice it, but Kylo did. It helped that he could also feel the man’s satisfaction rolling out from him like waves in the Force.

“You didn’t like him,” Kylo said. When Hux didn’t answer right away, Kylo added, “I know you didn’t plan this.”

At that, Hux let out a small laugh of surprise. "No, Supreme Leader. I didn’t like him.”

“I didn’t really like him either,” Kylo said. “But he always did what I ordered, so there wasn’t a good reason to kill him.” Kylo shrugged.

“It seems he intended to spy on me,” Hux added, holding up another item that appeared to be a small transmitter.

Kylo scoffed. “Was he so inept that he didn’t think he could serve me without trying to copy my most brilliant general? Fool.” Kylo turned back to Millicent and resumed stroking her fat belly. “You ate well, didn’t you? Guess you don’t need your regular dinner, do you?” Millicent nudged her face against Kylo’s ankle and started purring, and Kylo felt both gratified and content, like everything was the way it was supposed to be.

After a moment, Hux moved around the caf table and sat down on the couch, leaning over to join Kylo in petting Millicent. “Good girl,” Kylo heard him say softly.

~

Millie didn’t know why life-partner hadn’t taken Dark One as his mate yet. Humans had many strange and inconvenient customs; perhaps a long courtship was one of them. But it was nice to see Dark One again. There was something different about him, something different about the way he and life-partner were behaving around each other...but life-partner still smiled when he thought Dark One wasn’t looking, and Dark One still stared at life-partner like he wanted to mate immediately. It was only a matter of time.

Maybe, Millicent thought as Dark One settled onto the sofa next to life-partner and she climbed up to sprawl across both their laps, it would happen tonight.

~

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🐾Won’t Leave You: Chapter 12 (The Lightning & the Flame)🐾

A/N: This is the last chapter of this series! Thank you for reading it all the way through, I applaud you if you’ve stuck with it this far 😂anyway, I’m sorry if this series has not been on par with my other work, this was my first work ever and I haven’t edited it in ages 😂Regardless, it was fun to write and I am grateful for you guys for reading it!

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Ochako stared up at the plain, unassuming door that she knew belonged to Izuku Midoriya. Her heart was racing and her palms were sweaty but she was excited. She wanted to stay with him this weekend as they used to, hanging out and making snacks while binging a show like Criminal Minds or Sherlock Holmes, trying to guess what happens by using crazy theories to come up with the most outrageous solutions. This time, she could feel it, was different but she wanted to make this trip with him feel as normal as possible. Taking a deep breath to boost her resolve and wiping her hands on her pants, Ochako stepped up to the door and knocked. It only took a few moments before a beaming Izuku stood in the doorway, his hair even messier than usual and his eyes bright with excitement.

“You’re here!” Izuku exclaimed, moving to the side and motioning with his hand toward the inside of his home. Ochako smiled back at him, her nervousness forgotten and strode past him and into the house. She looked around as she stepped into a narrow hallway that opened up towards the back into what she assumed was the kitchen area. The floors were made up of smooth wooden planks that ran the length of the house in neat vertical lines while the walls simply complimented the space with a cream paint color. She peered down the hallway and immediately spotted Izuku’s room which was labeled with a large sign in the shape of All Might’s hair followed by a door that she assumed was the bathroom. Izuku walked up beside her and leaned down with his hand extended.

“Would you like me to take your things?”

Ochako smiled down at him and took a step back, bowing lavishly.

“I thank you, my lord, for this outstanding service.”

Izuku bowed back without hesitating, a smile teasing the corner of his lips.

“Anything for the queen.”

He then scooped up her bag and jacket before trotting off down an extension of the hall to drop it off in her room. He came back a moment later, finding Ochako in the living room.

“It isn’t much, but it's home,” Izuku said with a satisfied nod.

“It’s perfect,” Ochako said, spinning in a slow circle around the living room before plopping down on the couch. She sighed and ran her fingers over the soft couch cushions, relaxing fully into the comfortable seat.

“So, what should we do now?” Ochako asked, glancing at Izuku who was watching her with a bright smile.

“Let me think…”

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Their clothes lay scattered all over the floor. The room was dimly lit and the curtains were drawn, the nearby streetlights casting weak golden rays into the dark room. The blankets were rumpled and the pair were comfortably snuggled up to one another.

“Wow, that was fantastic.”

“I know right? That was really fun!”

“I’m glad you liked it, I was a little worried you’d be disappointed in me.”

“Izuku...” Ochako turned to her friend and raised her eyebrow. “I would never be disappointed in you just because you choose a bad movie. I’m happy just to hang out with you! But this movie was not a disappointment at all, I can’t believe I’ve never seen that!”

Izuku smiled and winked at her.

“Good I’m glad you liked it, Ochako.”

Izuku yawned and stretched his arms above his head, groaning as his joints popped.

“I’m exhausted though, think it’s time for bed?”

Ochako nodded. She was a little worried about tonight especially since she was sleeping in a new place but she had faith that she could be comforted by Izuku’s presence alone, even if they were in different bedrooms.

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired too,” Ochako stood up, stretching her arms as well, her pajama shirt riding up to reveal a little bit of her waist, before rolling her shoulders and bending down to help Izuku up. Izuku took her hand and pulled himself up, stumbling back a little and brushed off his pants.

“Alright so, we do not have a guest bedroom and my mom’s bed isn’t the most comfortable so you can stay in my room if you want. Don’t worry, I’ve cleared out most of the All Might memorabilia for you so it shouldn’t be too overwhelming.” Izuku rubbed the back of his head and glanced at the floor again, his cheeks gaining more of their ever-present red hue.

“Thanks, Deku, but you really don’t have to give up your space for me, I am fine sleeping in an uncomfortable bed, it can’t be that bad can it?”

“No, I insist. You are not causing any trouble by being in my room. I’ve already put your stuff in there anyway.”

Ochako shook her head but smiled at him.

“Thanks, Deku.” They stared at each other for a moment until Ochako broke the silence, blushing. “Alright, well I better go get ready.”

Izuku nodded and gave her a small wave.

“Goodnight!”

“Goodnight.”

The pair parted ways as Ochako headed into Izuku’s room for the night. When she walked in, she was amazed at how much he had removed for her but the wall paint color, bedsheets, and wall art still screamed Izuku’s name with the bright All Might theme. Even dumbed down, it was still kind of an attack on the senses but it was so him. She quickly got used to it and grew more comfortable in the space. She went to bed that night feeling a little less disturbed than usual.

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The scream tore Ochako from her sleep so abruptly that she hit the back of her head on the headboard behind her when she sat up, jolting into a sitting position like a spooked rabbit. She had not been in a deep sleep but she had been in a deeper sleep than in the past few weeks so being shocked into a waking state like this left her disoriented and frightened. Ochako shot out of bed and nearly blasted through the door, racing to the kitchen where she found a large kitchen knife in a knife block on the counter. She whipped around and bolted to Inko Midoriya’s room, knife raised over her head. She shoved open the door and stumbled into the room in her haste to get through the doorway. Her head whipped from side to side, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of danger. Her eyes finally made their way to the bed where she saw Izuku. The green-haired boy was flailing around, his arms raised into the air like a cat when it falls off of a railing and his legs had long ago kicked the blanket to the floor. His breathing was panicked and his mouth was open in a frozen ‘O’ shape. It would have seemed almost comical had it not been for the fear coursing through Ochako’s veins. Ochako slowly began to approach him when he screamed again. The sound sent an ice-cold shower down her spine but this time she actually heard the word that was interlaced with that scream.

“OCHAKO!!!!”

Ochako abandoned all precautions and raced to his side. He screamed her name again as she reached him, unaware that she was right beside him. She could see the sweat beading on his face, the color drained from him like a blank canvas. She tried calling out his name first but when he did not answer she climbed onto the bed near his feet and climbed on top of him. Grabbing his shoulders, she shook him as hard as she could, her own breathing moving so fast that it burned her throat. His skin burned beneath her hands, she could even feel the heat rising from his shirtless chest, his body was feverish. It only took a few seconds before his eyes fluttered open, those bright green eyes full of worry and blinding white fear. She barely had time to release him and move back a little bit before he pounced on her. Ochako squeaked in surprise as his arms wrapped themselves around her body and pulled her as close to him as possible. Ochako felt the knife that had still been latched in her hand drop to the floor with a dull thud. Izuku buried his face in her neck and one of his hands found their way to the back of her head, grasping her hair and rocking her back and forth. Ochako just sat there stunned as Izuku rocked her, sobbing into her hair. After a short while, Izuku sat back, his hands placed on her shoulders so that he could just look at her. His eyes roved all over her face, the intense worry and love in them making Ochako squirm.

“Deku, are you-”

She couldn’t even finish her sentence as he leaned in and kissed her. His lips were sweet and soft but contained an intenseness that took Ochako’s breath away. They fit on hers like the perfect puzzle piece and even though she was surprised beyond belief, she allowed all other thoughts to melt away and let her instincts take over. Ochako closed her eyes and savored the taste of him on her mouth. Suddenly, his warmth was gone and she had to put in real effort to avoid letting out a disappointed sigh. She opened her eyes and saw that Izuku was still holding her shoulders but he was avoiding looking at her face now. He was shaking and his skin was still heated above normal but even in the darkness, she could tell that the color had come back into his face.

“I-I-I I’m s-so s-sorry O-Ochako. I don’t know what came over me, I just had this horrible dream but it wasn’t real and I was just so relieved that I-”

Now it was his turn to be cut off mid-sentence as Ochako leaned in and kissed him back with the same passion as before but more ferocity. Izuku fell back onto his elbows as he released her shoulders and allowed himself to be overtaken by her kiss. They both closed their eyes as Ochako leaned into her actions. After a few moments, Izuku decided to take charge again and leaned forward, pushing Ochako back a little bit so that she was sitting on Izuku’s knees. Ochako sat back a little and uncrossed her legs to wrap them around Izuku’s waist, pressing her chest against his. Taking into account this new development, ignoring all doubts, Izuku tentatively inched his tongue out of his mouth and touched Ochako’s lips in a hesitant question. Her answer was clear as day when she opened her mouth without hesitation, allowing him in. Their tongues were clumsy and hesitant at first but as the pair grew more lustful, they developed a rhythm that evolved into an elaborate dance. One of Izuku’s hands held her steady at the back of her head while the other found the way to Ochako’s hip, his thumb tracing little loops on the skin that had revealed itself at the base of her thin nightshirt. Ochako was on fire, her skin burning with passion and her veins alight with her own self-kindled flame. Izuku felt like lightning, the electricity generated from their passion causing every hair to stand up on his body as it raced through his bones and down to his very core. He felt like he could run forever at the speed of light, his body felt light and airy as if he were floating on fluffy clouds in the sky. Following his heart, Izuku decided to intensify the feeling of heat and electricity between them by activating One for All. Green streaks of lightning skittered across his skin, lighting it so that a dim green glow was cast around the room. He did not use the power behind One for All, he just created a little static between him and Ochako. Izuku’s electricity, both from his quirk and the kiss, kindled Ochako’s flame into a roaring inferno, scorching her inside and out. To others, the kiss may have seemed like something simple, innocent, sweet, but to this pair of young heroes, the kiss was everything they were and who they wanted to be. The kiss flushed out their fears as they poured themselves into every movement and every stroke of their tongues. It represented their frustrations and their longing and their comfort around each other. It displayed their relief to finally find peace. Izuku and Ochako simultaneously rose up on their knees, their bodies pressed against one another and their limbs tangled together as each person tried to hold their partner as close to themselves as possible, afraid to let go. The moment passed after both an eternity and a third of a second, both heroes in training craving more but also a little overwhelmed. The pair broke apart and sat in silence, their heavy breathing being the only sound that filled the room. They waited, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before darting away to look at the blankets or the floor. Ochako suddenly cleared her throat.

“Well, that was... interesting.”

“Was it a bad kind of interesting?”

“No! It was… it was…” Ochako cleared her throat again.

“Incredible.”

Izuku smiled in the darkness and moved a little closer to her.

“I am really sorry about all of this, I didn’t even ask you, and I just kind of jumped on you when all you were trying to do was help me out of a scary situation. I know you just told me you liked it but, I hope I didn’t make you too uncomfortable with all of this. Was I moving too fast?”

Ochako shook her head.

“I have wanted to truly kiss you ever since you kissed me for the first time back in the hospital. We’ve both just been really busy and a lot of traumatic things happened all at once. I have been such a mess for the past few weeks that I didn’t think you’d be comfortable being with someone who is basically the walking dead during the day time with how little sleep I get at night,” she said.

Izuku swallowed loudly and moved even closer to Ochako.

“I, uh, had a dream about that night with the villain, where you almost didn’t make it. I had a dream where I did lose you, where I couldn’t do anything and even though I could feel how close you were to coming back to me, you were just out of reach. This dream scared me so badly, it is the dream I’ve been having consistently for the past few weeks, that when you shook me awake and I saw that you were alive and well, I just had to hold you close to me. I had to prove to myself that this part, you being here and healthy, was not part of the dream.”

Izuku was now close enough to look Ochako in the eyes despite the darkness of the very early morning.

“Once I was one hundred percent sure that your heartbeat was not my imagination, I realized at that moment that I could not let another moment pass where I let my doubts control me, that I could not let another moment pass by where I hesitated and missed the chance to do something with you that I almost lost entirely. You may be alive now but for those few minutes, you were gone and it was for those few minutes that my brain went through not only every moment we’ve ever had together but also all of the things in the future that I was sure would never happen.”

Izuku was glad for the darkness as he blushed a deep red that could only be rivaled by red hot lava.

“Things like hanging out with you, kissing you, going out on dates with you, possibly g-getting m-married someday,” Izuku gulped. “H-having ch-ch-children with you, rising through the hero ranks with you by my side. It is because of this sharp realization, that hit me harder than a bus, that I gained the courage to kiss you. I could not let another moment go by without letting you know how I feel and at that moment, I don’t think words would have done the trick.”

Ochako turned her body to fully face Izuku and raised her hand to cup his cheek. Izuku hesitated but soon did the same.

“Izuku, do not apologize for anything tonight. We have both been through a rough time these past few weeks and although that would not normally be a proper excuse for a surprise kiss on a girl, I believe that our relationship goes beyond that. We had connections way before this villain turned up, the traumatic event just gave us the courage to act on our buried emotions. I am so grateful to have you in my life, you have always given me the strength to fight. Hell! You are the reason I was able to hold up against that villain for so long! I just kept thinking about you, how you would think in that kind of a situation, how you would solve my kind of problem. But I also pictured your dazzling smile and your kind face along with the encouraging words that you always give me that mean so much to me despite probably being small and insignificant to you. Living through that torture would have been a lot more difficult without you.”

Even in the darkness, Ochako could tell that Izuku was crying. Dropping his hands from her cheek, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a sweet but firm embrace. He was still shaking from earlier but it had been reduced to almost nothing and his breathing was a lot more steady.

“Ochako, you are the strongest person I know. I could not have gone through half of the stuff you did without caving or giving up. You are a flame that never burns out, holding your torch up high no matter how strong the blizzard around you gets. I could never do something like that. Although I am honored, I did not help you survive, you helped yourself by remaining true to who you are. You are the brightest flame in my life and I will fight to protect you from those howling winds for the rest of my life.”

Now it was Ochako’s turn to blush. She buried her face into his chest, his skin warm to the touch and his breathing a soothing rhythm that calmed her fluttering heartbeat.

“I love you Izuku.”

Izuku’s breath caught and Ochako felt her mind cringe, fearing the worst.

“I love you too, Ochako. I always have and I always will.”

The pair released each other and looked at each other for a few seconds longer before Izuku crawled back to the back of the bed. Ochako continued to sit at the foot of the bed as Izuku leaned over and unplugged his phone, turning on the screen to view the time.

“Well, it is 4:00 am right now, it’s time to go back to sleep, don’t you think?”

“Together?”

“Of course,” Izuku said, patting the space beside him. Ochako slowly crawled up to the spot where Izuku had motioned to and curled up there, bringing the blanket up to her chin. Izuku rolled over and curled his body around hers, his hand snaking over the bed until he found hers. He pawed at her hand once in a silent question and Ochako opened her hand. Their palms connected and she wrapped her fingers around his, happy to finally indulge in her feelings for the green-haired cinnamon roll. Her eyelids started to droop and exhaustion began to set in. In no time the two teens were fast asleep, small smiles teasing at the corner of their lips as they allowed all of their worries to melt away into the night.

[anathtsurugi]

A Rose Upon a Thorn (Chapter 1) - A Kalluzeb Fic

So...remember that fairytale I keep threatening y’all with? It’s not quite finished yet, but I did finally start posting it. Go on and have a bite. ;D

Word count: 10,183

Chapters: 1/7

Rating: E

Relationship(s): Garazeb Orrelios/Alexsandr Kallus (Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Rex/Ahsoka Tano, Chirrut Imwe/Baze Malbus, Past Thrawn/Eli Vanto)

Summary:

"Wait! Take me instead."

"You? You do not know what it is you offer me, human. It is more than merely taking the boy's place. You are not enough. You will have to become what I require. You will give all that you are, lose everything that you love. That is what it means to offer yourself in his stead."

"But...if I did...you would let him go free?"

"Yes."

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Seven years ago, Alexsandr Kallus vanished without a trace. When he returns as something distinctly less human, the half-Fey prince, Garazeb Orrelios, will have to discover exactly what it is that's become of his long lost lover. Failure may well mean the end of both the human and the faerie realms.

Excerpt:

Zeb's groan as Alex took one of his ears in his mouth was almost embarrassingly loud. Who knew those ears were so sensitive?

"Mm...you like that?" Alex moaned around the mouthful of sensitive flesh.

"Hngh...Gods," was all he could manage with the sensation coursing through his body. As Alex ran his tongue along the slender, pointed tip of his ear, he half felt like the bones in his body had simply melted away, leaving him to languish in a pool of pure feeling. He could honestly drown in this pool that was his friend...his Alex...

The human groaned just as loudly when Zeb's fingers dug a little more insistently into his hips, his body writhing with need against the tree where the half-Fey held him pinned.

"We can still hear you, you know?" Kanan's teasing voice called to them from somewhere in the direction of the camp.

Zeb growled in annoyance. "So go find yourself another camp!" he called back, only half-teasing. "Pretty sure you 'n Hera have been pushin' for this."

"You know, I'm fairly confident you'll be able to hear us no matter how far we go," Alex joined in. Even in the dim glow of the moonlight, Zeb could see how his pale face flushed at his own words. But when he noticed Zeb looking down at him, his awkward smile became something a little more inviting. "What would you say to a little hide and seek, my liege?"

"I'd say you won't get very far," Zeb pointed out as he ran his fingers through Alex's hair. Then he pressed his nose against the pulse point in the human's neck, breathing deeply of the scent of him. Gods, how that scent drove him wild. "Nowhere you can go I can't catch that scent."

"I'm actually counting on it," Alex said, his expression that odd mix of embarrassment, invitation, and desire. He inhaled a trembling breath of his own before pulling Zeb down into a deep kiss. But the half-Fey barely had a chance to enjoy that taste he'd dreamed of for so long before Alex was slipping out of his grasp, whispering, "Come find me, Zeb," before vanishing into the night.

Zeb could hardly allow himself to give Alex the courtesy of a head start before setting off into the darkness. Nothing but his oldest friend's tantalizing essence to guide him through the trees.

He followed that heady scent through the trees like a hound after a rabbit, eager to claim his prize, to bury his own scent deep inside Alex's...to take yielding flesh in his mouth...to lose himself so deeply within this man he loved he might never find his way back again...

Zeb pursued the scent of his lover for what felt like miles through the forest, his senses so focused on Alex he hardly noticed true time or distance. By the time the human's trail came to an end, he had the very distinct feeling that something had been awakened inside of him.

The scent came to a stop in a clearing of oak and yew trees. Zeb didn't notice much else about the space until he started to notice the scent that was mixing in with Alex's.

It was the scent of roses.

Growing upon vines and in spreads like carpets all about the grove were roses. Some white and some pink and some peach, but for the most part, they were red. The color of the blossoms was made all the deeper by the pale, dappled moonlight shining down through the yew branches.

Briefly confused by the strong mingling of scents, Zeb shook his head in an effort to clear it; he only just caught the flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye. Moving swiftly and silently after it, he began to circle the tree where he'd seen the brief motion. It was only the practiced, light footsteps of his companion that gave him away to the half-Fey's more-than-human hearing. Making an exaggerated circle around the tree, he spun around just in time to see Alex attempting to sneak up on him.

Zeb play-growled as he pounced his friend, drawing a surprised but delighted cry from him. Alex drew several excited, shuddering breaths as the half-Fey pinned him against the oak tree. Lowering his head to meet the human in another searing kiss, hands scrabbling to pull his shirt open, he didn't really become aware of their positions until he heard the sound of ripping fabric. Only he was surprised to discover when he looked that it wasn't he who had done the tearing, as he'd expected, but Alex, just as desperate to divest him of his clothing.

For a single, protracted moment, the two of them looked down, at the places where their hands gripped each other, both eager and frightened to continue – on the verge of something they had both longed for for so many years...of a change so profound it defied comprehension. Then, as if on cue, they looked back up at each other. Zeb reached a hand up to cup Alex's cheek in his palm.

"Do you know how long I've loved you?" he found himself asking as he ran a thumb along that cheek, mesmerized by the contrast of his own dark skin against the human's pale flesh.

Alex smiled up at him, amber eyes now bright with the sudden threat of tears. Leaning into the touch, somehow tender amidst the ferocity of their desire, he lifted his own hand up to lay it over top of Zeb's. "I don't, but I imagine it's nearly as long as I have loved you...my prince," he said softly. It wasn't a title Zeb really had; as the son of a lesser prince, he wasn't likely to ever gain an actual title, but it was something Alex had always called him, more from affection than anything else. "Perhaps I didn't have a name for it as a child, but I have loved you always...from the first moment you didn't turn from me...when you learned who my father was," he said, turning his head to the side to press a loving kiss to Zeb's palm.

The kiss was a little thing, but somehow so much more intimate than ripping each other's clothes off. Zeb sighed in pleasure, continuing to stroke his lover's face. "About the same...oh...when you didn't run screamin' after seein' me put my fist through a wall." He groaned a little louder when Alex trailed his kisses onto his fingers, kissing every inch of skin he possibly could, from wrist to knuckle to tip. Once he'd kissed every bit of Zeb's hand, he moved on to a somewhat more lewd action, sucking intently on his large fingers. The half-Fey couldn't help his gasp when his lover released the last finger with a particularly filthy pop.

Chapter 1: First Night

[soulangel]

Fox in the House- Chapter 3

Summary: Rosy is trying to understand the house full of guys. Just like they’re trying to understand her. Yet as much as she wants to trust the people she now lives with, it’s still proving a challenge especially when they’re so touchy feely with her.

Group: Oneus x hybrid!character

Genre: fluff, domestic life, mild angst from the hybrid

Warnings: Just some mild angst thrown in and hints towards her past

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         The next morning when she woke up, Rosy-ugh how she disliked that name-immediately noticed another set of clothing resting on the back of her door. “You can either wear this, or what is in your drawers today. Good morning by the way!” The note read.

    She scowled and ripped the clothes off the hangar, changing into them quickly. She opened her mouth to scent the clothing and could smell the same, familiar smell of Ravn on them like yesterday. She tilted her head and wondered to herself why it was only his clothes she was wearing, but didn’t delve too far into it before opening her door and stepping out toward the living room. “Good morning Princess!” Keonhee shouted from across the room, grinning wide at her when she just glared daggers at him.

    Hwanwoong hopped over to her with the energy of a 5 year old and handed her a cup of coffee before kissing her cheek in greeting. She immediately backed away from him and bared her teeth, hissing softly as her tail frizzed up and her ears flattened to the top of her head. “What was that.” She growled lowly, glancing around the room to see the rest of the group watching her in concern.

    Hwanwoong just tilted his head and pouted. “I was just greeting you good morning….should I not do that?” He questioned gently, taking a step back so she didn’t feel cornered and start panicking.

    Her tail swayed side to side in warning as she felt her pupils dilate and shrink quickly to match her sudden quick breathing. She was fighting the inner battle of fleeing into her room, pouncing on him, and having a panic attack all at once. She didn’t get very far when Hwanwoong was suddenly in her field of vision, crouched in front of her. Wait, when did she fall to the ground? Why were her eyes closed? Was this what panic felt like?

    She could see his mouth moving but didn’t know what he was saying in the moment. She furrowed her brows in confusion and tried her best to read his lips, seeing him form the same mouth shapes over and over again. “-okay? Rosy! Are you okay?” She finally heard him ask loudly.

    At coming back to her senses she cringed away from his loud voice and flattened her ears to her head, resting her arms over the top of them so her opposite hands were on each temple to hold down her ears. Her tail curled around her waist as her teeth were bared slightly at him. “P-Please don’t speak so loud.” She managed to get out through ground teeth, giving the smallest of pouts as she tried her hardest to keep her headache at bay.

    Before she knew it, the rest of the group sat down on the couch or floor around her and quietly started singing to her, hoping to calm her down. She could feel the tip of her tail batting against her thigh and gave the tiniest of smiles, slowly removing her arms from her head and allowing her ears to perk back up to listen better. By the end of the song she was gently swaying back and forth to the imaginary beat the guys created so they each could stay on the same beat. Her eyes fluttered shut as she focused on their voices, her ruffled appearance changing to a more happy, content fox.

    Xion scooted that much closer to her as her eyes opened once they finished, and held his hand out to her like he did the day before with the same smile on his face. “Good morning Noona.” He said softly, waiting patiently for her to either take his hand or ignore him. 

    She stared at the hand for a moment before she looked back up at his face, taking his hand in hers and shaking it slightly. “G-Good morning..” She mumbled just as softly, eyes flicking around to the rest of the group around her.

    They quickly moved away from her to allow her some space to wake up on her own and brighten herself up mentally, leaving her alone with Xion who was smiling happily at the fact she touched him this time. “Want some breakfast? I’m sure we can find something for you….what would you like to eat? What are your  preferences? Do you like fish or something? Is your tastebuds similar to that of a fox or do you have human taste buds?” He started listing off, unable to stop himself from asking all the questions at once without a break in between.

    She stared at him for a moment, Ravn going so far as to start picking him up off the ground before she held out a hand and motioned for him to stay in place. Ravn waited for a moment or two, wondering if he’d need to help her or his maknae at any point before walking away to sit at the table and watch. Rosy on the other hand, smiled the tiniest amount and sighed quietly. “I’m okay right now with coffee, I’m not feeling too hungry. My preferences for eating are normally any sort of meats and berries. I don’t mind fish but I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite kind of food. The taste buds I have I would assume are human? I mean I am human...sort of….” She tried explaining before scrunching her nose at the end, her ears twitching to her thoughts running rampant in her head.

    The maknae smiled at her and nodded his head. “I’ll see if we have something to cook for you! Maybe some…..rabbit pancakes?” He asked, getting an immediate stare from the fox-hybrid.

    She jumped up from the floor and all but ran into the kitchen with Xion chasing after her, the two almost bumping into Hwanwoong who was stepping out with his own pancakes in hand. “Whoa!” He shouted as Rosy managed to stop Xion in his tracks and push his head down so the pancake plate slid over their heads while Hwanwoong twisted away from them.

    A pure white flash danced along the bottom of the plate, balancing it perfectly so nothing fell off until Hwanwoong was able to stand back up straight and hold the plate close to him. As he was able to see the white disappearing, he glanced over to Rosy, her eyes changing from a silver-white back to her golden-yellow. “Wh-What just happened?” He asked softly, watching her in concern as she stood to her full height and gently picked Xion up from his crouched position.

    She quickly checked him over in concern before looking over at Hwanwoong who was just gawking at the sudden turn of events. “Are you both okay? Are you hurt? Oh gosh I am so sorry that happened.” She gushed, patting down their clothes in a fuss.

    Keonhee on the other hand, narrowed his eyes a little in confusion at what he just saw. “Was that magic?” He asked her when she was sated in making sure the maknaes were alright.

    She froze and stared at Keonhee in a panic, wondering how she was going to get out of this situation before Leedo stepped up to her with a frown on his face, lifting his hand out to see if she’d run away from his touch. Her eyes widened and she backed away from him. “W-Wait, please don’t.” She mumbled, continuing to step backwards until she hit the wall.

    Leedo stopped in front of her and sighed softly, frown still in place. “Was that magic that you did?” He asked her softly, trying not to freak her out yet still pushing to get answers from her.

    She nodded her head with her own frown on her face, wondering why it was such a big deal to them. “Didn’t you know? Most hybrids have some sort of magic they’re adept at using. Foxes are adept in wind and illusionary magic.” She explained a little, making sure she was loud enough for the group in the living room to hear.

    Leedo tilted his head in thought as he stepped further away from her and followed her back into the living room where she sat on the couch and beckoned everyone closer to her. Just as everyone was getting comfortable, Xion rushed out of the kitchen with a magical masterpiece of his own, setting it in the fox’s lap before sitting on the floor directly in front of her. “In thanks for saving me from a huge headache.” He said simply at the weird look he received from her.

    So, off into the tale she went, explaining to everyone the magical capabilities of all the hybrids she’s met over the years and answering the boys questions as they seemed to spout one after another, never ending their thirst for understanding what she really was and how she lived the way she has for so long. “Wait, so you’re saying everyone has specific magic which matches the animal half of their biology? That is so cool!” Seoho shouted out with the largest grin on his face ever seen.

    She smiled a little at the compliments the boys were giving her and grabbed a few strands of hair, hiding behind them in embarrassment as her tail flicked about excitedly, earning the boys’ attention once again. “Can I touch your tail?” Hwanwoong asked, going to touch it already.

    She jumped away from him, tucking her tail against her stomach and holding onto it, glaring at him with a small growl. “Please don’t touch me. I hate being touched.” She hissed out, eyes flashing a brighter shade of yellow than before.

    The group frowned and watched her flip over the back of the couch and land in a crouch, before standing up and stalking her way to her room. “I just...I need some time.” She sighed finally, stopping in front of her door for a moment and glancing back to the guys.

    They just frowned as she stepped into the room. She took a large breath to calm herself and leaned back against the door, her head resting on it along with her back. All she could think about were flashbacks of a time long before she was stuck in the shelter.

          xXx

    While she was locked away in her room, Hwanwoong looked to the guys with a frown on his face, mirroring the looks everyone else had. “It’s only been a day. She’s already hissed at us multiple times, and she’s still very quiet, she hardly talks unless we practically force it out of her. What are we going to do?” Leedo asked in concern, frowning more while he crossed his arms over his chest in thought.

    Ravn snapped his fingers and grinned. “There was a hybrid she was talking to before she left the adoption center, right Hwanwoong? What if we find someone we know to adopt them as well? Gunhak, your girlfriend was planning on looking into a hybrid adoption right? What kind of animal does she want?” He asked the rapper, getting a nod from the guy soon after.

    Leedo thought about it for a second. “I think she was looking into a bird or something? I can’t remember. I’ll ask her if she’s still looking. Maybe that friend is just what Rosy needs to feel better around us.” He thought out loud, gaining nods from the rest of the group.

    Keonhee had walked up to Rosy’s door and gently knocked on it a couple times. “Rosy, I know you probably don’t want to see any of us right now, but I just wanted you to know that we’re still here for you. I hope you know that. Please don’t be too mad at us. We’re just so curious about you and what you know, and all we want is to get to know you and be close to you like a family.” He told her through the door, resting his hand on it with a small pout since he knew she wouldn’t answer him no matter what he said.

    Xion stopped at the door beside Keonhee and also rested a hand on the door, frowning at the thought of Rosy being in the room by herself possibly crying or just sulking in a corner. “Noona, please don’t shut us out. We want to help you. And you must want to be with us if you’re still as tolerant as you are now….I trust you.” He mumbled against the door, waiting a few seconds longer to see if that would get earn him any movement on the other side of the door.

    The two in the hallway looked at each other with mirrored saddened expression and started walking away towards the living room where the rest of the group was waiting, just hanging around in boredom with nothing better to do for once. But just as they were about to sit down with everyone, a door quietly opened and a red blob slowly made its way toward them all, its head hung law. Rosy awkwardly and quietly stopped in front of them and grabbed her arm with her opposite hand, ears flattened to her head and tail dropped all the way down to the floor. “I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting…..this is all just so new to me….I don’t know what to do, how to be. I’m afraid-I….nevermind. I’m just sorry, really.” She practically whimpered, refusing to look at any of them in her shame.

    It was Seoho to walk up to her with a kind smile on his face. “So…..are you ready to go shopping or what?” He asked her simply, ignoring the surprised look on her face and keeping the grin on his for her.

    She continued staring at him in surprise for a few more seconds before feeling her face breaking out in a tiny smile as well. “Y-You still are alright with me being here? A-And you are okay with me going shopping with you?” She asked, feeling her ears perk up quickly and her tail swish in happiness behind her.

    The smiles on everyone’s faces made her heart swell for the first time in quite a while as she stared at each one of them. “Let’s get you some new clothes.” Ravn said softly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

    For the first time since she’d been with the group, she leaned into the touch and smiled a little, her tail subconsciously wrapping around Ravn’s leg in her own way of showing affection. Maybe she could change if she stuck around them longer. Maybe she could finally be happy.

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Taglist: @kimgeonhak​

[jinmukangwrites]

Lose

"If requests are still open for LinkedU fanfics I'd love to read smth like this: The links adventuring and all and suddenly Twilight turning into a wolf without knowing why and transforms back being in terrible (like TERRIBLE pain) and its all because the twilight realm reopens and monsters are there for a fight. And if you could include Midna that would be AMAZING ... Thanks" @awesomeunicat

(also in answer to LU discord's prompt: Taken/Loss)

-o-o-o-o-

The group walks along the forest path in a companionable silence. They had changed worlds again and none of them knew where they were. The trees are large and full of green leaves and the sounds of the animals chatter around them. Not much help with distinguishing a location when every Hyrule had these traits.

Twilight yawns and looks around him, trying to spot some kind of landmark or anything that could clue in the group as to where they are. Yet there is nothing; only the endless expanse of forest.

The small path below them suddenly narrows and turns off in a seemingly random direction. They must be following an animal path, one trodden down by rabbits or deer over a long period of time. They'll never find civilization this way.

"We'll have to make camp soon," Times says, his voice cuts through the silence. Twilight looks up to the sky and sees that the sun is indeed beginning to sink through the leaves of the trees, casting dark shadows over the forest ground.

If they knew what Hyrule they were in, they would be able to probably travel further, yet because they don't know, there is no telling what kind of creatures are lurking behind the corner, waiting for the cover of dark to pounce.

The group answers Time with various grunts of acknowledgement and continue onwards until they stumble upon a clearing in the trees that's wide enough to set up their bed rolls and a fire.

Wild sits in front of the campfire, cutting up rabbit meat, as Time sits down with Legend, Hyrule, and Sky to look at each other's maps, pointing out different areas, theorizing where they could be. Twilight sighs and is about to join then before the world pulses.

Twilight stumbles and something horrible tears at his very bones, bringing out a strangled gasp of pain through his throat.

"Twilight?!" Wind calls, but it's echoing and far away.

Twilights whole body radiates with a stinging agony, one that he hasn't felt in a very long time. Fear claws its way through his chest and latches onto his heart as another pulse of sheer pain streams throughout his entire being. He feels himself falling but he can also feel his bones and muscles shifting unnaturally. Through his blurry gaze, he catches a very familiar design on the back of his hand glowing golden.

Strong hands wrap around his shoulders, attempting to steady him or something alike. The dark blue of Warrior's scarf envelopes his vision and then blurs with the darkness creeping in at the corners of his eyes. He feels his fingers snap and his jaw shatter, shaping and morphing into something else. Something not human.

It's not supposed to be painful, he thinks, and Twilight wants to scream that as Warrior lowers him gently to the ground. He hears worried voices as he loses feeling in his thumbs, shocked gasps as tufts of dark grey fur sprouts from his skin, but he's in too much pain, too busy writhing as his body is shifting against his will, to try and search through the pain clouding his mind to understand what they're saying or trying to do.

Another pulse of fire vibrates his very bones and he howls.

k….

Everything goes so silent as his body shakes from it's attack of pain. It's taking all his strength to keep his eyes half lidded as hands gently grab through his fur, attempting to shake his canine shoulders and check if he's okay. He smells Wild. He smells fear.

ink…

His ear flicks at the voice trying to speak to him. It's different than the other panicked voices above him, this one seems to be directly speaking to him from inside his very skull.

Link…

His eyes close, a wine leaving his throat as well as any feeling or any sense of reality. Black fog coveres his vision and ice seems to replace his blood as his whole body goes numb with the coming unconsciousness.

Link… answer… it's… me….

His lungs let out a puff of air as sleep takes him with a wash of calm. He must be hallucinating, yet it was still nice to hear her voice.

Black takes him as he thinks of her name.

-o-o-o-o-

"Link."

He blinks and looks up to the blackness above him. For a second, he thinks his eyes are still closed until he brings his hands up to his face. He rubs his eyes and groans as he forces himself up so he's sitting.

"How many times do I have to call your name, idiot?"

He startles and jumps to his feet. All around him is black, the space surrounding and the ground beneath almost seems like it just doesn't exist. However, he can see himself just fine as he grabs the sword on his back and brings it out, searching for whatever had called out to him.

Something shifts in the darkness and it approaches him slowly yet elegantly. It's dark like the space around him, and tall like a giant. "Where am I?" He demands, stepping backwards as the figure continues to approach.

Something catches his eyes, something orange like a sunset and red like pure determination. His breaths leaves his lungs. "W-who are you?"

"You're such an idiot," Midna says, smiling as she finally comes into view.

Link drops his sword and stumbles back like he had been stabbed. It certainly feels like it. The sight of her, standing tall, in front of him hurts like someone dug a dagger straight through his heart.

"A dream," he whispers.

She steps closer and he wants to back away, but he can't, his feet are stuck in place. He can't do anything but stare with wide eyes at her as she shakes her head and reaches up to caress his jaw. The touch vibrates through his entire body, tingling down his spine and numbing his toes.

"You're not here," he says, because she can't be. She shattered the mirror and left. There is no way for her to be standing in front of him.

She smirks at him and lowers her hand. "I'm here, but… not for long."

Before Link can say anything her face falls and she steps back. "The Twilight," she says, "something has happened. A monster, it came and… and used evil magic to break the barriers again."

"A monster?" Link finds himself asking even though it has to be a dream.

She looks at him in the eyes. "It was you… or it looked like you."

His blood goes cold and a chill shivers up his spine.

"But... It was black with glowing eyes full of malice. It attacked my tribe, my people, it turned them into dark creatures. With a simple spell, it tore open the barrier."

Memories come flying back at him of his forced transformation and he almost loses his balance completely as he realizes what has happened. Midna continues on, studying him with her ever sharp eyes.

"The Twilight is reopened," she says, confirming his biggest dream and his worst fears.

The darkness around him begins to brighten to gray and Midna fades with it. Panic flares inside his chest because this is too early, she can't go yet, what is he supposed to do?!

"You're so stupid," she says, smirking at what must be his scared face, "I'll find you. Until then, you have people you need to protect, Hero of Twilight."

The world flashes white.

-o-o-o-o-

His eyes open to the sound of battle. There's the running of feet and the gluttal growls of dark monsters he hasn't encountered for such a long time. There is yelling and clashing of swords but there is also… panic.

He pushes himself up to his paws and shakes his head, fighting off waves dizziness. It's night, made so much more impossibly darker by the other world leaking into his own. He's alone, he notices with a start. He turns his head around, breathing deeply and searching with sharp animal eyes for any signs of his friends. His ears twitching and his nose is flaring with his deep breaths of air.

There's noises all around him, he can't tell which direction to go, but thankfully a scent stands out to him.

It's dirty, yet full of life. It smells like like fresh air and stormy weather mixed in with the smell of grass and wildflowers.

He sprints off in the direction.

Leaves and bushes whack at his flank as he runs, but his thick fur and skin keep him protected as he pushes himself harder. He can hear heavy breathing, panicked breaths coming out in short bursts. The smell of blood mixes with Wild's scent.

He bursts through the trees and snarls at the black creature that's crawling forward. Wild in in front of it, holding a sword in front of him with one hand while the other lays limp at his side, dripping blood from his fingertips. He's breathing hard and his eyes are wide as he snaps his neck towards Twilight. Red is running down the side of his face.

The monster screeches and Wild flinches, Twilight growls and runs towards the creature with an animalistic fury before it could attack. He jumps on its body and buries his teeth deep in it's throat. He can feel it's high pitched scream run past his teeth but he digs further until it still and falls down to the ground: dead.

Growling, he unlocks his jaw and backs up and spits black ooze from his mouth. He memorizes the scent, the scent he had long past forgotten, and then turns back towards Wild who is tying a strip of cloth from his garments around a gruesome gash in his arm.

Twilight steps up towards him and he tries to return to his human form, but just like so long ago he's stuck in the wolf form until he leaves the Twilight. Instead, he nudges his head against Wild's leg. Wild looks down at him.

"Can't fight them," he says, breathing hard. His hand goes down and combs through Twilight's muzzle, seeking comfort. "Goes right through."

Twilight understands instantly. Beings of the Light cannot interact with the Twili, but the Twili can definitely interact with them.

His heart beats fearfully at the thought of the others all facing the same creatures, not able to make a scratch but vulnerable to take damage. Not even Time would last long.

He lifts his snout into the air and sucks in a deep lungful. He can instantly tell there are four other creatures of Twilight hiding around. The world around him goes dark as black smoking trails seem to appear out of thin air, heading out in multiple, random directions.

He nods his head at Wild and begins to pad forward. Wild follows. Twilight keeps his eyes on the black smoke and begins to speed up when noises of battle hits his sensitive ears. He breaks into a sprint with Wild expertly chasing behind him, like he's chased after a wolf before.

He crashes through the undergrowth and comes across Four and Sky attempting to fight their own monster. Sky swings the Master Sword, but even that does nothing more but pass right through the monster. Before Sky could back away, the creature swings out it's clawed arm and scratches Sky right across his chest. Twilight howls in anger and kicks his hind legs back, snarling as his jaws locks around the jugular of the creature.

An evil may have reopened the Twilight, released a chaos upon the world, but there is no way he will let it win. He's not going to let it take his family, his world, away from him.

Not again.

He won't lose.

[kichimiangra]

Me and an A.I. Wrote an episode of D&D ‘83. Enjoy.

Written mostly by the A.I., Barely edited by me. I call this story “I should have babysat the A.I. Better because Hank turns into a furry, and the AI can’t remember DM was supposed to be a good guy and Eric was nowhere near what was happening here and also died????”

You are Hank the Ranger. You are a normal teen who upon riding a dungeons and dragons rollercoaster found yourself transported to the fantasy realm called "The Realm" alongside your friends Eric, Diana, Sheila, Bobby, and Presto. With the Dungeon Master as your guide through the Realm, you try to get you and your friends home, while trying to defeat the evil villain sorcerer Venger.

As you travel through the Realm, you meet many strange characters such as elves, dwarves, gnomes, halflings and even some humans. Some of these people seem friendly and others not so much. It seems that in this world, humans are not the same anywhere.

Can you survive in this harsh yet fascinating land?

Can you and your friends get back home?

Or will you perish here?

Only one way to find out...

Welcome to the Realm!

The adventure begins as you and the rest of dungeon Master's disciples traverse across yet another one of The Realms vast open plains. Your group makes camp for the night in one of many fields that dot the landscape. As you are finishing up your meal, you suddenly hear a scream from across the camp. It is your friend and fellow disciple, Eric. You push through the crowd and see that it is indeed Eric. He is on the verge of tears and very frantic. "We've got trouble." He cries, "I think there's someone watching us! I felt a weird presence in my mind just now!"

"That's what happens when you have vacant space between your ears Eric!" Bobby teases.

"No it wasn't!" He's serious this time, "I swear to god, I'm not kidding! I felt something... Demonic."

"Demonic?" You question, "Do you mean a demon?"

"I don't know! I mean... I think it's a demon, but it could also be a devil! I don't know! But I'm not gonna take a chance with my mind! I'm getting out of here!"

"Wait up!" You shout, "We're coming with you!”

"You can't run from your mind Eric!" Sheila, Bobby's older sister, states.

You and the rest of the group follow Eric into the trees, where he stops suddenly. "What's wrong?" You ask.

"I... I think I need to get off my head." Eric says. You and the rest of the group are silent for a moment. You do not know what to say. After a few moments, you notice that Eric is shaking and has his eyes closed. "W-we need to go!" He suddenly screams, "Come on!" Without another word, Eric runs off into the woods.

You and the rest of the group are unsure of what to do, but before you can ponder this, you are also on the move. Your gut tells you that something is seriously wrong with Eric. You break into a run and start to follow him, but stop suddenly when you notice that your arms and legs feel extremely heavy. You are incapable of running with your new found mass. You are also unable to move at all in fact. You watch as your group runs on ahead, but you are unable to move in any direction. You are stuck in place.

You feel a presence enter your mind. You quickly attempt to block it out, but it is overwhelming and impossible to stop. You see nothing, but you hear voices. Malevolent voices that are telling you that you killed them, and now you will suffer the same fate. An eternity of pain and torture. The voices are all you will experience. You begin to weep.

Just then, a small dwarf of a man wearing red robes exits from the nearby bushes. It's you're guide: Dungeon Master! Maybe he know what's going on and what these voices that have effected you and Eric and possibly the whole group are? He walks towards you and stares blankly at your confused expression. He then looks up at the sky and scratches his head.

"I am so sorry this happened to you! It is utterly my fault as a dungeon master! I should have prepared you better! Please, take this as your reward for reaching the next realm. May it help you get over this unfortunate event. I'm sure you'll be able to handle the rest of the adventure. I've seen it!" With those words, he kneels down and offers you a small bottle of some dark purple liquid. "

"What is this?" You ask Dungeon Master. The little man answers you, but as usual he only speaks in riddles.

"This is the lifeblood of many creatures you will face in the next realm. It will increase your abilities greatly, and give you a chance to handle what is to come. Swallow it."

"What will it do?” You begin to question Dungeon Master about what is effecting your party, but once again he only speaks in riddles, instructing you to drink the dark purple liquid.

"I advise you not to question what the bottle does. You are quite curious after all. Just drink it."

Sensing you won't get anything further, you do just that. The taste is horrible. It tastes like poison. Eric must've put something in it, because without him saying anything else, you would've never known that you drank something so deadly. You feel an unnatural power rush through your body. You feel like your entire body has been injected with energy. Your body begins to feel lighter, and you can move much faster. You now have the upper hand in your fight with Eric. You try to open your eyes, but find that they are heavy. You decide to lay down and rest them.

When you wake up, you find that you have evolved into a different creature. You have sharp claws and retractable horns. You feel different. You feel stronger. More powerful. The powers that were taken from you when you drank the potion have come back. You can't help but smile when you realize what it is. A beast. You are a BEAST.

"I knew you would see it my way." Dungeon Master says. The Dungeon Master begins to cackle evilly, which begins to bother you. This isn't like the Dungeon Master you know! As he continues to laugh his voice deepens as he grows larger and larger, black wings forming behind him and a large horn on his head. It wasn't Dungeon Master at all! It was Venger in disguise! You should've known as soon as he wouldn't tell you what the bottle did! You begin to shake with anger. How could you be so stupid? You feel like you are going to lose it.

You need to calm down, and think this through. You take a deep breath and close your eyes. You try to focus on your anger, feeling it grow in your body. You can feel it coursing through your veins, and through your body. Your body feels light, and ready to explode. You can feel the fur slowly growing as you grow in height, your teeth sharpening, your claws growing. Your body is ready to burst with power. You open your eyes, and you are now on all fours, covered in hair, your teeth and claws as a lion ready to strike.

You let out a roar, louder than any lion before, as you leap forward, POUNDS! The hit lands true, cracking Eric in the jaw and knocking him into the wall. You quickly pounce, crunching down on his neck as you attempt to pull the pieces off and devour them. You hear the old man's laughing before you realize what you are doing. You look down at your now lion form, snarling.

"Oh, I see the transformation worked. I'm impressed. You must've eaten that frog just moments before you came in here. Well, no matter, he is but a sack of meat. Come now my dear beast, let us eat. I have a cave with lots of meat there. We can feast. After I'm done feeding you, I have a quest for you. A sacrifice I need you to make. You will enjoy this I assure you. And afterwards, you may return to being your normal self. You will still have the powers of course. Well, beast? Do you accept my sacrifice? Go now, run to the forest and find me a rabbit or something. Take your time. I want you to get a whole one for me. No accept the sacrifice and no transformation back until the sacrifice is given. I must say, you're the first person I've done this for in such a long time. I'm sure you will do it well. no choice but to accept the sacrifice or wait around for the cave to return to normal.”

You prowl outside, quickly spotting a fleeing hare and pouncing on it, holding it down and cutting its throat with your claws. You tear into it, eating as much as you can as quickly as you can, until nothing is left. You retch afterwards, but feel fine. Happy even. The powers of the beast are still with you. You spend a short time licking your lips and washing off the blood that's stains them before returning to the cave to find it empty. You find a note lying where the Dungeon Master used to be, although it's very hard to read due to the smeared writing.

‘I have fed off the bestial energy from your kills for now.’

[bewaretheundead91]

The Devil’s Son Part 2

A/N Again this is hot garbage, but it’s fun hot garbage to write. I hope someone enjoys reading this. I’m changing up the “tenses” because this is a mess. So hopefully the next part will flow better. I’m just too tired to fix the “tenses” right now. 

Michael X OC (vague description for self insert). Will be tagging this a Michael Langdon X Reader 

this might also turn into a Michael X Y/N, I’m just not 100 percent the biggest fan of writing (Y/N) in fics anymore.

(Edited 10/27/19)

I will being making a playlist.

The Devil’s Son Part 2: Tomato and Basil 

Michael stands with his arms crossed, staring at the fire blazing in his bed chamber. He was watching the organic shapes of the flames and starts to mentally drift. He remembers a time during his short growth period when the dreams about Leo were occurring. He remembers the first dreams that occurred. That day he began to develop the urge to skin rabbits alive, to feel the warm blood coat his hands. He remembers when he would hang them around the house to show off as gifts to his grandmother. He remembers straying off the property of his home and wandering out into the woods, he would wish for rabbits and they would hop over toward him. He remembers pouncing on them they would not move. He also remembers the blood  splatters, painting the grass red. 

That night he was scolded by his grandmother, she had shouted at him and told him what he had done was incorrect. His gifts were not seen as gifts. His grandmother sent him to his room and he fell asleep. She was asleep, lying in the grass with a warm breeze gently moving her hair. He could smell spring flowers and freshly cut grass. She opened her eyes and he felt connected to her some how. His anger slowly dissipated. The next morning he had waken up aged a decade older.

Knocks at the wooden door of his room clears his head and breaks his stare from the dancing fire. He quickly adjusts his blazer, smoothing out the arms and then takes a deep breath. The knocks come again and he groans annoyed.

“You may enter,” He says calmly. He finds his seat in front of his computer and sits down. Once the guest enters the room he shuts the screen. Before him, was an older woman who wore a black frock with a long pentagram necklace around her neck. “How can I help you this evening?”

“The girl’s meal is prepared,” The older woman informs sternly. “When would you like us to serve her?”

“I will bring it to her,” Michael says crossing his legs. He shifts his body to where his head was leaning comfortably against his left hand. A warm smile brushes his lips. “Do not trouble yourself with such a mundane task. We will be leaving for outpost 3 soon and must be prepared for the journey. You have plenty to do.”

“But sir,” The woman begins. Her face contours into a frown. “You have more important matters that need to be dealt with than serving soup to an…an…angel. Lowest and the foulest of the creatures. Satan spits on such a child.”

“Is serving soup beneath me?” He asks, his voice going high in pitch sounding condescending. His back goes straight and he purses his lips. “Can I not do such a small task? Is it not important for the girl to eat and to survive until I do what I want with her?”

“Yes, sir,” The woman nods. “I was just saying, I can do it. Or if not me the others can. You already have enough to do.”

“No one is to enter that room, but me,” He stands up and walks over to the woman. His face flashes white and eyes turn black. He towers over her. “Am I making myself clear? I do not trust anyone to enter that room, but myself unless I give them permission.”

“Yes sir. I did not mean to make offense.”

“And isn’t it offensive to assume that I am offended?” He asks. The flames in his fireplace grow tall and restless. 

“Yes, sir.” She nods.

“Now take me to this meal that you’ve prepared for my guest so I can inspect it and deliver it. The poor, vile, creature has not eaten in quite a while.”

The woman nods and opens the door, she steps out into the dimly lit hallway and Michael follows behind. The kitchen staff steps aside and forms a line when Michael enters the open space. He walks past each of the five members inspecting them. Quickly he turns his gaze to the kitchen counter.

On the counter was a tray, in the center was a bowl of soup and chunk of freshly made bread. The horrible idea of feeding the girl just enough to keep her alive, but not enough to gain all of her strength back puts a smirk on his face. Michael likes her sluggish. Soup will do fine.

“Is it sufficient?” A man asks, popping out of line.

“It will do.” Michael’s fingers grasp the tray and he walks out of the kitchen.

The walk to Leo’s room was a long one, passing empty dark hallways and rooms. It was also a quite walk. Her room was in the farthest wing in the basement that say beneath the large modern mansion above. Michael and his cooperative partners would have had the rooms, but many of the wealthy people did not survive the blast let along cooperate with the agreement.

Michael grasps the handle of the door and opens it. The fire had gone out and the room was pitch black and cold. He smiles, the darkness was inviting to him. He snaps his fingers and a fire appears instantly coating the room with an orange glow. He glances at the bed where Leo was last seen. It was empty and the sheets were in a clump on the floor. He enters the room cautiously looking around the shadowy crevices of the space. 

“I have brought you something to eat,” His voice purrs against the cackling of the flames. His voice was soothing, something in contrast with how he speaks to his satan worshipping staff. “You have not eaten in days, angel.”

Fabric rustles softly and a smile form on his lips.

“I do not trust you,” She says from the left of him. Her words have more strength in them. Michael slowly turns his head and smiles wickedly toward his guest. She locks eyes with him, but his gaze trails to the blanket around her shoulders, the blanket from her bed. She was cold. The blanket makes Leo appear to look intimate, with her wild hair. Michael takes a breath. “Poison? A potion? Shards of glass? Spiders? Rusty nails?”

Michael walks over towards a small table that sat to the left of the bed. He places the tray down and picks the spoon up. Before placing it to his lips he blows on the liquid. He slurps the liquid down.

“I believe it’s tomato and basil,” He says amusingly, tilting his head. His smile beams across his face. His face appears childlike for a brief second. “It’s quite delicious.”

“You could be immune to your own tricks, devil.” Leo says.

she takes a few steps backwards. The fire flickers again illuminating her figure. Her wings were still gone beneath the blanket. Perhaps the blanket was armer to her.

“You are quite right,” He says sitting down in a chair. “But I would not poison a guest that I have plans for. This soup could warm you up, better than that down comforter. There are other ways to warm the skin and body.”

Leo’s eyes furrow and narrow.

“My arms could warm you right up? Or perhaps I could catch you on fire?” He cackles exposing his teeth. “Or the lesser dangerous approach, a hot bath?”

“You’re disgusting,” Leo hisses. “Your arms might burn the flesh from my bones.”

“I’ve been called worse, but I am the anti christ,” He opens his arms in gesture. “Would you like to try and see?”

“These plans, do you plan on eating me?” Leo asks. Michael begins to chuckles.

“That’s gross,” He says appearing childlike again. He appears less dangerous. “Can you imagine me picking the feathers from my teeth.”

“Then do you plan on drinking my blood?” Leo asks curious. 

“Do you want me to?” He asks, his eyes light up and widen as he places the spoon back into the bowl. “It would make for an interesting evening.”

“Then it is evening?” Leo asks. “I have no way of knowing what time it is or what day it is.”

“So you do want me to drink from you?” Michael flashes a toothy grin. 

“I don’t want you to do anything.” She says swallowing.

“Come eat,” He says pushing the tray closer toward the direction Leo was. Her stomach begins to growl. “I might tell you the day, the time, and the date.”

“Okay,” Leo says walking over, her eyes cut to the side.

Michael rest his head on his hand and watches as she makes her way. She approaches the table and grabs the spoon. Taking some of the liquid in the silverware she brings it up toward her mouth. It did smell of tomato. As she was about to slurp up the liquid she flings the spoon at Michael hitting him right in the forehead, he jumps. She tosses the bowl in his direction. The liquid splashes onto his trousers and blazer. She makes a run for the door. Michael mumbles a few words and Leo grasps the door knob. It burns her palms and she instantly lets it go shrieking.

“I guess you can starve,” Michael stands up from his seat. “I was trying to be nice.”

Leo grabs a fist full of the material of her dress and tries the doorknob again. It rips at her skin.

“It will always burn your palms.” Michael says behind her. 

“Let me out of here!” Leo says turning around. Michael was covered in the hot liquid, that looks of blood. “Please let me out of here.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” He says. He snaps his fingers and the soup is gone from his clothes and face. He looks clean. The bowl floats back to the tray and something is making a boiling sound. The room fills with the scent of tomatoes and basil. With a cling of a spoon against the porcelain dish, the bubbling sound ceases. “You are going to eat your meal and behave yourself.”

“No! You can’t tell me what to do, I will find a way out and when my strength is back I swear the first thing I do to do you is rip your long, blond hair from your head,” Leo shouts tears in her eyes. “You cannot keep me here and your plan will never work. I know you will fail. I know you will never win.”

“Is that so?” Michael approaches Leo and shoots out his hand and grabs the girl by the throat. Gentle at first he thumbs her delicate skin. His skin was hot, but again soothing on her feverishly cold neck. He takes several steps forward until her back was against the very door she was trying to escape out of. His fingers tighten and he takes another step forward. His face closes in toward Leo’s. “I’m already winning, I have kept in my house the one thing meant to harm me, to end me. I have her neck against my very palm. If I so desired, you would be dead.”

“I don’t believe you. You couldn’t kill me.” Leo shouts struggling poorly against his strength. 

“You don’t have to believe anything,” He says trailing his free hand down Leo’s arm, down to her wrist. He grabs her wrist and slams it against the door. The light of the fire exposes the damage the hot doorknob left on Leo’s palm. He lifts a lip in reaction. “Shouldn’t that heal on it’s own? Shouldn’t your strength be back by now Angel? Shouldn’t your knees not be weak around me?”

Michael’s grasp around Leo’s neck loosens and she turns her head scared of what he might do. Michael closes in on her palm. He blows cool air against the wound soothing it. Then presses his lips against the broken skin. Daringly he darts his tongue out and tastes the girl’s blood. His eyes go black.

“You’re not just an angel,” He says releasing his hand from Leo’s neck. She collapses to the ground. “You’re something else. Something is off about you.”

Michael watches as Leo stares down at her healing palm. She shakes her head and trails a finger down her palm.

“It’s all magic,” She says eye streaming down her face. “Why did you heal me?”

“You’re already a miserable creature,” Michael says eyes reverting back to normal. He extends a hand out in front of the confused girl. “Not all evil being are truly evil. Even the Satanists wanted to help those who were lost.”

“I’m not lost, I know my purpose.” Leo looks up at the hand in front of her view. Long slender fingers with well manicured nails.

“Take my hand angel,” He says, his eyes fall sympathetically and then cut to the side playfully. “I will not attempt to bite you tonight.”

“Then you will tell me what day it is?” She asks quietly looking up.

“If that is what you desire,” he says. “Anything else?”

Leo slowly slips her hand into his. He instantly trails the his thumb across the back of her hand then yanks her off the ground fluidly. His skin was smooth against the girl’s. He leads her to the table his hand still clasping her’s. 

Leo sits in a chair at the table and Michael releases her hand. She picks the spoon up and tastes the soup expecting Michael to leave. Michael sits at the table watching as she eats.

“How is it?” He asks.

“If you tell me the day, I’ll let you know.”

“It’s a Tuesday,” He leans back in his seat. “And it’s 9pm.”

“Have I slept that long?” Leo asked feeling confused.

“The spell I cast on you made you sleep, you needed to rest. The stress alone was enough. You don’t remember me ripping your wings off, but your body still feels the stress.”

“You didn’t rip my wings off.” Leo says pulling a chunk of bread out and stuffing it in her mouth. “They are gone, but don’t feel gone. And the stress is from being held captive against my will.”

“Hmmm.” His voice purred.

“I woke up and for a split second I could feel them.” Leo says. “I could.”

[zoocross0vers]

Animal Kingdom...Hearts Chapter 1: A Second Chance

Hey guys! As promised, here’s the first chapter of my Kingdom Hearts/Zootopia crossover in honor of the US release of Kingdom Hearts 3 (which is today! Yay! :D)

 If you guys prefer to check out the chapter at my FF.net account then here’s the link:  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13190275/2/Animal-Kingdom-Hearts

I’m so happy to see you guys really enjoyed the prologue, so here’s to hoping you guys enjoy the first chapter too! :)

Enjoy! :D

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Chapter 1: A Second Chance

“Welcome one and all! It’s truly a beautiful day for a parade here in our gorgeous city of Zootopia! As you can see right behind me, everything’s still getting set up for the parade to start as we celebrate the very first anniversary since our city was saved from falling to its knees to the Night Howler epidemic caused by former Mayor of Zootopia, Dawn Bellwether.”

Pulling away from the TV, a prison recreation room is revealed. Said former mayor, sits in a chair watching the news, her arms crossed angrily at the mention of her name by the bright and chipper, wolf reporter.

The wolf continues to report from a sky box giving a bird’s eye view of the street covered with parked parade floats, “Yesiree! Just by the looks of those floats. It’s a guarantee we’re gonna have one beautiful and memorable parade for this momentous occasion. Fabienne, Pete, back to you!”

Back at the ZNN studio, news anchors, Fabienne Growly, a snow leopard, and Peter Moosebridge, a moose, continue the report, “Thank you Roscoe,” responds the snow leopard.

Peter Moosebridge nods, “For those of you just tuning in. Exactly one year ago, pop sensation, Gazelle, played a packed concert at the Animalia Stadium not too long after Dawn Bellwether was discovered to be guilty of the Night Howler epidemic. Gazelle, alongside the newly reinstated mayor, Mayor Lionheart, considered the reestablished unity between prey and predators a thing to celebrate. Considering the pop star’s outspoken activism during the epidemic, it only seemed fitting that the mayor declare this day, Zoonity. A day to push aside the divide that was created by the Night Howler scare and to celebrate our differences by bringing together all mammals regardless of species or classification.”

“That’s right,” Fabienne adds, “As such, the pop star is scheduled to ride on the final float of the Zoonity Day parade alongside the two officers responsible for solving the Night Howler case, Zootopia’s own heroes in blue, Officers Judith Hopps and Nicholas Wilde.”

Bellwether growls and slams a hard fist on the table next to her.

Things only get worse for the sheep when they cut to a press conference segment showing said bunny and fox, clad in their police uniforms. The surrounding press flash their cameras like mad and push forward their microphones trying to get their questions in and answers from the two officers, “Officers! Officers! How does it feel knowing you’ll be riding alongside Gazelle in the parade?”

Nick answers the reporter with his trademark, confident half-lidded gaze, “Are we honored to be riding in the same float as pop sensation, Gazelle in the parade? Yes, yes we are.”

Judy hums happily at Nick’s answer, “Absolutely. We also couldn’t be happier knowing that we were able to help in bringing this city just a little bit closer together. And rest assured that Officer Wilde and I, along with the rest of the ZPD, will always be here to try to make the world a better place. For all mammals.”

Bellwether scrunches her face in vile, fury. She trembles in anger at the rabbit’s words.

On screen, a frenzy of camera flashes sweep the two officers as the reporters try to barrage them with more questions,

“Officer Hopps over here!”

“Officer Wilde!”

“Officers! Officers!”

The image cuts back to the news anchors, “Truly inspirational words,” says Fabienne.

“From two truly inspirational mammals,” adds Peter.

Fabienne nods in agreement, “Please stay tuned as we bring you more coverage on today’s para--”

CRASH!! The TV screen shatters as a chair suddenly flies towards it and breaks it! Bellwether huffs in anger trying to catch her breath after tossing her chair to the TV. The other prisoners eye her in confusion.

“WHO THREW THAT?!” yells C.O. Swinton, a blonde haired female pig correctional officer.

All fingers immediately point to Bellwether.

The pig huffs out a frustrated sigh as if saying, ‘why am I not surprised?’ She walks over to Bellwether with her hoofs at her hips. “Dawn Bellwether, I should’ve known. Alright, come on. It’s back to solitary for you,” C.O. Swinton grabs Bellwether by the arm. The sheep yanks her arm away.

“It wasn’t me! It was...it was Big Baddy!” Bellwether points to a large she-wolf.

“What’d you say, lambchop?” The she-wolf gets up from her seat and menacingly rolls up the sleeves of her prison jumpsuit, ready to pounce on Bellwether.

Bellwether cowers and sinks under her wool at the wolf’s size, “Nothing! Nothing.”

C.O. Swinton motions her hoof to Big Baddy to go away, “Alright, get back to your seat Big Baddy. As for you Bellwether, I wouldn’t put it past you tossing a chair to the TV. Especially with that parade going on. You’re going to solitary, whether you like it or not.” The pig drags Bellwether away by the arm.

...

The large, heavy door of Bellwether’s lonely cell slams shut. C.O. Swinton locks the door and walks away, leaving the sheep alone.

Once Bellwether is sure the pig is gone, she kicks her bed and stomps around her cell, grumbling under her breath, “Stupid bunny. Stupid fox. If they hadn’t discovered my plan, they wouldn’t be talking so high and mighty,” Bellwether elevates her voice to a higher pitch to mock Judy, “‘We’ll make the world a better place for all mammals.’ Puh!” she scoffs, “If only I weren’t locked up in here, I’d show them a better world worth living in. One free of all predators and stupid idealistic bunnies.”

Bellwether flails her arms back and falls back on the bed. A melancholy expression overcomes her face. She lets out a defeated sigh, “Who am I kidding though? Truth is, they’re out there, and I’m locked up in here. That’s all there is to it. I’m never going to see that perfect world.” Bellwether properly rests on the bed and curls up into a fetal position, facing the wall. She closes her sad eyes, hoping for sleep to eventually take her away from her misery for the rest of the day.

As Bellwether lay there, not a second later, did her cell’s light suddenly start flickering like mad, forcing the sheep’s eyes to immediately pop open. The curious sheep looks up to the wildly flickering bulb. She covers her vision with an arm as the flickering starts to burn her eyes, “Stupid pig. Can’t even put me in a good room with proper lighting.” She gets off her bed and walks toward the door. She knocks and tries to yell past the thick door, “Hello? C.O. Swinton! My cell’s light bulb is on the fritz!” The bulb suddenly shuts off entirely as she says that, “Great. Hello?! Can anybody hear me?!”

“I can.”

GASP! Bellwether suddenly gasps and turns around to face her dark cell, “Who said that?” The sheep asks with blind eyes in the pitch black darkness.

“I did.”

Bellwether turns, frantically, as she tries to pinpoint the source of the mysterious voice, “Wh-Who? Who are you?! Where are you?!”

“I’m right here.”

Bellwether turns to her right, to face where her cell’s toilet is at. The sheep still can’t see anything, but is certain that is where the voice is coming from, “Wh-Who are you? How did you get in my cell?!”

“Calm yourself, little sheep. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“C.O. Swinton, didn’t say anything about sharing a room. This is solitary confinement after all,” the sheep crosses her arms, irritated and annoyed. “So what? Are you a mouse or something that I didn’t see you at first?”

“I’m not a prisoner, and I’m certainly not a mouse.”

Bellwether cocks an eyebrow in confusion, “Who are you then? What are you? What are you doing here?!”

A small chuckle surfaces from the mysterious voice. The dark figure produces an eerie green and yellowish light to visually reveal herself to the sheep. She’s clad in a long black and purple dress that reaches to the floor and goes up past her head, forming long, pointy, devil like horns. She wields a large golden staff with a round golden gem on top. The mysterious woman eyes the sheep with her frightening yellow eyes. She smiles deviously at the little sheep.

Bellwether takes a step back. Her eyes look like they’re about to bulge right out of their sockets at the sight of this strange, never before seen creature! Her jaw slacks, she’s speechless and terrified.

“My name...is Maleficent. And I am going to help you make your dream come true.”

Bellwether just continues staring. She can’t utter a word. She stammers at first, but finally manages to say something, “G-G-GUARDS! GUARDS!!!” The sheep desperately knocks on the thick door. Hoping to reach someone’s attention, “GUARDS HELP!! THERE’S A STRANGE CREATURE IN MY CELL! C.O. SWINTON!”

“They can’t hear you.”

Bellwether quickly turns to face the mystery woman, her arms and back pressed hard against the cell door, “W-What? What do you mean they can’t hear me?”

“Precisely that, they can’t hear you while I’m here.”

“W-What are you?” Bellwether asks near breathless, terrified by the creature’s strange appearance.

“Technically, I’m a fairy. But I suppose, my physical appearance resembles that of a human.”

“A human?” asks Bellwether, confused and terrified.

“A species of hairless mammal that doesn’t exist in your world to put it simple,” replies Maleficent.

“My world?” Bellwether asks, still keeping as far away as possible from the mysterious, never before seen creature.

Maleficent chuckles amused at the sheep’s ignorance, “Yes, my dear little sheep. You see, there are many other worlds out there. Not in the sense of space travel, but consider it traveling between different dimensions or universes. Yours is but a small fish, in a vast ocean of worlds full of different creatures, such as myself.”

The frightened sheep shakes her head in disbelief. She clasps hard at her face, “No, no. I must be dreaming. Yes! That's it! I-I fell asleep and this is all one big bad, really, really weird dream!”

“You are not dreaming. I assure you this is all too real, Dawn Bellwether.”

Bellwether gasps, “H-How do you know my name?”

Maleficent chuckles, “Let’s just say, a little bird told me.”

“Bird?” Bellwether asks, not at all familiar with the word.

Maleficent shakes her head, “Never mind. My point is, I know much about you,” Maleficent strolls casually around the room, “I know you tried to divide your city by infecting predators with the Night Howlers, hoping that the growing fear for them would lead to their immediate exile and eventual extermination from both Zootopia and the entire world. But! You were stopped by a meddlesome rabbit officer and her fox companion. Isn’t that right?”

Bellwether growls and crosses her arms angrily, “Don’t remind me.”

Maleficent smirks, admiring the sheep’s anger, “What would you say if I could give you a second chance at revenge?”

Bellwether’s eyes widen at the evil fairy’s words. She looks to Maleficent with a fascinated, yet questionable brow. She scoffs, “Yeah, I wish. But look around you. I’m stuck in this cell until my prison sentence is up. Which fyi, won’t be until a very, very long time from now.”

Maleficent scoffs, “My dear ignorant little sheep. Do you really think I can be limited by mere walls? How do you think I came into your cell in the first place? I certainly didn’t use the front door, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Bellwether eyes her, curious, “Then, how did you get in here?”

“In due time my dear. But onto the real question at hand. Are you willing to receive my help? Or not?” Maleficent takes a step toward the sheep. Bellwether takes a step back.

“That depends. Why do you want to help me? What do you gain out of my being able to take revenge?”

“Excellent questions. I see you’re no fool,” says Maleficent, impressed. “There is no need for you to worry. I want nothing from you…except, your full and absolute loyalty to my cause. And in exchange, I will grant you your revenge. So in a sense, consider me your fairy godmother here to make your dream world a reality.”

Bellwether takes a curious step forward, her fear for the creature slowly subsiding. “My dream world?”

“Yes. You dream of a world without predators. A perfect world accommodated to your liking, do you not?”

“Well...” Bellwether smirks devilishly, picturing the world in her mind.

Maleficent smiles at the sheep’s expression, “You have dark ambitions Bellwether, which is precisely how I managed to find you. You see, I chase after dark hearts much like yours, so that the wielders of those dark hearts can aid me in hunting down what I ultimately seek.”

“Which would be?”

“Pure hearts.”

“Huh?” Bellwether raises a completely puzzled brow.

Maleficent waves a hand over her staff, causing the orb to glow. An image forms inside the orb -- it’s Nick and Judy, talking playfully at a buffet table out in the streets of Zootopia, “These are the fox and rabbit that ruined your plans are they not?”

Bellwether growls and grumbles, “Yes.”

Maleficent looks to the projection, “These two have very strong hearts. Some of the purest I’ve ever encountered.”

Bellwether scoffs, “Yeah right. You’re really trying to tell me that a fox has a pure heart? Don’t make me laugh.”

“Believe what you will little sheep. But know that his heart is strong and it appears to be at its strongest when near this rabbit girl. He seems to care a great deal for her.” Bellwether raises a suspicious brow at that last statement. She turns her attention toward the orb, closely observing Nick as he playfully takes Judy’s carrot pen and she attempts to reach for it. Judy giggles as Nick smiles -- playfully yet warmly at his bunny partner. Bellwether’s eyes widen, going back and forth between the two as realization hits her.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! You're not trying to tell me that, that fox actually has feelings for Judy?!”

“Perhaps, perhaps not. Though it certainly does appear to be the case, does it not?” responds Maleficent, “They are very close to one another’s hearts so it wouldn’t be the strangest thing to surmise from his behavior.”

“Not the strangest thing?!” Bellwether bleats in disgust, “That’s the most disgusting thing I could ever imagine! A predator in love with a prey?! Yuck! You know, I knew that fox was no good the moment I saw him! Though, what am I saying? Of course he’s no good, he’s a fox! If Judy were smart she’d break his heart fast before he no doubt one day tries to eat her--” Bellwether suddenly stops, only to chuckle at the thought, “But then again, him ripping her guts out might actually be pretty entertaining to watch.”

“Yes. Though by the look of things, it is possible that she may feel the same way towards him.” The image focuses on Judy. She holds her pen back in her paw, while simultaneously tugging playfully at Nick’s tie. He appears to give her a heartfelt apology, complete with puppy dog eyes and a trembling lip. The goofy sight causes Judy to roll her eyes and giggle.

“Oh, how happy I am to know it’s mutual,” a snarky Bellwether responds sarcastically. “What exactly do their feelings for each other have to do with me or these pure hearts you seek?”

“Everything,” Maleficent replies simply. She turns the image within the orb to focus on the parade floats. “There is a parade taking place to celebrate the unity they helped create by stopping you, correct?”

“Yeah, so?”

Maleficent changes the projection once again to display an image of a large white door with a large keyhole by the knob. Surrounding the door is pitch black darkness, while light glows around the edges of it, “Your world, along with the many other worlds I’ve told you about, all have one thing in common: Light and Darkness. When you governed as mayor, your world was leaning towards the darkness. For you see, influences can serve as a strong weapon in determining which side a world leans toward. Your dark heart influenced and darkened the hearts of others, including your much hated bunny and fox.” The projection shows Nick arguing with Judy during the Night Howler press conference, “However, once these two united again they defeated you...” The image transitions to them outsmarting Bellwether at the museum, “The day they overthrew you from power, your world regained a balance between light and dark. But now, with this whole ‘Zoonity Day’ parade, your world has begun leaning toward the light. Something, I can't have. For if you must know one thing about me…” Maleficent forms a green heart and a black dragon in her hand as she speaks,  “...it's that I rule the darkness! I feed off of it when it overtakes the hearts of others!” Maleficent has the dragon dive into the heart and swallow it whole. The dragon perishes into her palm as she balls it into a fist.

Bellwether flinches at the visual interpretation and gulps.

Maleficent continues with her explanation, “That is were these two come in.” Maleficent changes the projection on her staff back to Nick and Judy, “As I said, influences can be a strong weapon in determining a world’s fate. If it hadn't been for these two, your world may have already been consumed by the darkness. The light that has now begun overwhelming your world is all thanks to them. They are Zootopia’s heroes and because of that, many mammals admire them. They believe in them. They follow their example of unity between prey and predator.”

Bellwether scoffs, crossing her arms, “Puh. They’re not that great. I would have brought them all a better world.”

“True. Which is precisely where you come in.”

Bellwether uncrosses her arms and gives Maleficent her full attention.

“Join me Bellwether,” an aura of green flames engulfs Maleficent, “Join me and I shall grant you power over the darkness! So that you may use its power to once again fill the hearts of this world’s inhabitants with fear and hatred!” Bellwether watches Maleficent in awe as the fire around the sorceress moves from her to the small sheep. Bellwether keeps a cautious eye on the fire as it swirls around her, engulfing her and giving her a taste of the power that comes with the darkness. “In exchange for this power...you will bring me all of their hearts. Every single last one. From the tiniest mouse to the largest elephant. But most importantly…” Maleficent forges an image in the fire. An image of Nick and Judy and their hearts floating away from each of their bodies. “You will bring me the hearts of these two! They are the key to accomplishing my mission! And once you’ve brought me theirs and everyone else’s hearts…” Maleficent projects a new image in the flames -- in it, Bellwether sits upon a throne, meanwhile an army of heartless mammals of all shapes and sizes bow before her. “I will give you whatever is left of this world for you and you alone to rule as you wish!”

Bellwether’s eyes widen, unable to remove her eyes from that last image. She then looks down at the fire engulfing her hooves, really taking in the feel of the darkness’ power.

“So,” Maleficent extinguishes the fire surrounding them, “What say you Bellwether?”

A dark smirk creeps over the corner of Bellwether’s lips, “I’ll do it.”

“Excellent,” Maleficent smiles as she creates a corridor of darkness, “Let us be off then, shall we?”

Bellwether eyes the portal, amazed -- her jaw slightly ajar.

Maleficent notices the sheep’s expression, “Oh, yes. I almost forgot. To answer your previous question, this is how I entered your cell. Don’t let it surprise you too much. Very soon, you’ll be able to create your own corridors of darkness as well.”

Bellwether smirks eagerly, “I look forward to that, Maleficent.”

Maleficent nods, “Now come my dear Bellwether. We have much planning to do.” Bellwether follows Maleficent into the corridor and the dark portal closes behind them. Maleficent’s plan...has been set into motion.

…

A/N:

Well it seems Maleficent has a new ally. Let’s just hope Zootopia isn’t weak enough to fall to the darkness when we get back to this story.

As I mentioned in the previous chapter, I’m sorry to say that this will be the last chapter for now. I hope to come back to this fic soon, but it might be a couple months or so until I return to it. Hopefully Kingdom Hearts 3 will be amazing enough to hold us up until this fic returns from hiatus. Thanks for reading and take care! :D

[barpurplewrites]

Lack of Reflection

Tonight House of Horror offers that classic creepy monster; the Vampire. And for this vampire there are definitely things that go bump in the night.

-x-x-x-x-

Belle was exhausted.

"At least the rent is covered and with tips I can eat."

Is was small comfort at two in the morning as she headed to her car, the grimy neons of the Rabbit Hole flickering off behind her. She hated working at the local dive bar, but it was the only job she'd been able to get. That wasn’t entirely true, she could have worked for her Dad.

She shuddered at the thought of being stuck in the flower shop with him from nine to five every day. He’d been bad enough with the passive aggressive digs at her choices when she was a teenager, but since she came back from college he’d given up on any pretence of subtly and was now blunt in his disapproval. He was also convinced that ‘a nice man’ would look after her and prevent any more ‘silliness’. No matter how many articles and leaflets she left lying around in his kitchen, he still held the opinion that mental health problems could be cured by the right man in her life.

At least she only saw Dad a few times a week now. She loved him, but one more demand that she settle down and she'd stuff him into that awful giant vase he used for the Valentine’s display. She grinned to herself as she crossed the car park; Dad’s large frame crammed into the horrible red glass vase might be a better Halloween display.

Her little blue car was starting to look a bit battered, but the engine was sound thanks to Billy. She'd helped him study for his GED so he looked after her car on the cheap. He was a star, but he still couldn’t get the heater to work all the time. He was convinced that a gremlin had taken up residence.

Even though she was the only car in the parking lot she checked her mirrors before she reversed out of the space. The bump and thump came as a hell of a shock. Belle jumped out of the car but left the engine running. She paused half way out and grabbed the flashlight from the glove box, more as an impromptu weapon than for the light it would provide.

Edging around the back of the car she braced herself to the fender hanging off, or worse an injured animal. The sight of a man groaning on the ground by her back bumper was not what she had been expecting.

“Where the hell did you come from?”

The man rolled over and groaned; “Scotland.”

“What?”

“What what?”

They stared at each other, both desperately trying to work out what the hell the other was talking about. The man shakily sat himself up and hissed. Belle blamed the poor light for the strange way his teeth glinted. He was grimacing in pain and rubbing at his hip. She was going to have to be the one to start making sense

“I checked my mirrors there was nothing behind me. How did I hit you?”

“Oh right. Mirrors don’t work for me.”

Belle waited sure that he was going to make some joke about his looks or dark clothes. Nothing. He just kept looking at her like she was supposed to understand. Belle sighed and offered him a hand; “Come on, I should take you to the hospital, get that bump on your head looked at.”

He took her hand and she had to stop herself wincing at how cold he was. It took a good tug to get him on to his feet. He wobbled a bit and slumped against the back of her car.

“I didn’t bump my head.”

Belle didn’t believe that for a hot second. Anyone who could claim that mirrors didn’t work for them must have a concussion. It wasn’t like a mirror could breakdown or need a software update.

“Yeah well, still best to get you checked out.”

He tilted his head to one side and looked directly at her. The lights in the carpark must be on the fritz because the gold flecks in his brown eyes looked like they were swirling.

“You’d let a strange man in your car with you?”

Belle blinked and stepped back. What the hell had she been thinking? She’d never seen this man before, he’d appeared out of nowhere and now she was offering to drive him to the hospital. He could be a killer. She shivered at that thought.

The man leaned forward and whispered; “Might be best if you just went home.”

Belle was in two minds. She’d just knocked this man over with her car, at the very least she should call an ambulance or the Sheriff. On the other hand, she had a sudden intense desire to get home as quickly as possible.

“Yeah. I should go home.”

Rum watched as she got into her car. At least his powers of suggestion hadn’t been affected by getting knocked over. He limped out of the way as she reversed the car, he didn’t think he could cope with getting hit twice tonight. Tales of vampire super strength and resistance to injury were greatly overstated in fiction. He’d just been hit by a car and it hurt. True he’d recover a damn sight faster than a human, but right now he was still feeling to shaky to move at more than a slow stagger.

She gave him a curious look as she drove past him. Please let his suggestion work. Had he told her to forget him? Damn he didn’t think he had. It looked like she worked in the bar, he could always come back in a few days and make sure she’d never remember him. He stayed perfectly still until she reached the entrance to the car park. The brake lights of her car came on, she must be checking the road was clear.

Rum groaned when he saw her hair flick as she twisted in her seat and peered out of the rear window. Okay, this wasn’t good. She turned back and checked her mirrors again. Rum crossed his fingers that she’d decided she was tired and seeing things.  He groaned again as the engine revved and the car began speeding back towards him. He clenched his teeth. This was going to hurt like hell.

Belle’s head bounced off the head rest as she collided with the man. She hissed at the taste of blood in her mouth. Her dad was always telling she she’d bite through her lip if she persisted in nibbling it, for once he was right about something. Thankfully he wasn’t here to be smug about it.

Oh gods. She'd run the man over again and this one was no little bump. She gripped the steering wheel and tried to calm her breathing. She couldn’t remember a single one of the breathing exercises that Dr Hopper had taught her. Her ragged gasps were loud in the small car. Had she really seen a man who didn't have a reflection? Vampire. No that was ridiculous. Vampires were not real. She was over tired and seeing things again. She ground the heels of her hands into her eyes. If she was hallucinating again this was the worst episode she'd had in a long time. He'd felt solid and sounded real.

She jumped as something knocked on the back bumper.

"Hello? Erm, would you mind pulling forward. Please?"

There was a Scottish lilt to the voice. He'd said he was from Scotland. Moving as if she was trapped inside a jelly she slowly went through the motions of easing the car forward. Without thinking about it she wrapped her fingers around the flash light she'd tossed on the passenger seat and opened the door.

Rum bit out a couple of swear words as the car rolled off his leg. He'd expected to be flung backwards, but somehow, he'd ended up under the back wheel. This was going down as one of the shittiest nights in his immortal life. Hit by the same car twice in the space of ten minutes. Was this worse than the night he'd drunk from that opium eater and tried to fly from the top of a four-storey building? Yes, definitely. That landing had hurt but he’d been so high he'd giggled as he twisted his knees back the right way.

Oh great, his maniac driver was getting out of the car. He didn't have the strength left to suggest that she please fuck off and leave him alone.

The light prod of her toe to his ribs didn't improve his mood. He felt rather put out by the yelp she gave, he was the one lying on the floor in agony, why was she screaming?

"Fuck! You are real! Shit! I am so sorry. Okay this time I am taking you to hospital."

Rum tried to sit up an instantly regretted it; "No hospital. I just need..." -How the hell was he supposed to say he just needed to get back to the graveyard? - "... just need to go home."

It was true, but she wasn't going to believe where he lived. Maybe he could roll out of the car as they passed by the gates? The very thought of hitting the asphalt at speed made him moan.

She'd crouched down and brushed the hair out of his face. The blood heat of her hands on his cool skin made his fangs throb.

"I'm sorry I thought you were an hallucination."

Rum snorted; "Did vampire not cross your mind?"

"Well yeah, but that’s mad."

Rum was in too much pain to care about keeping his nature hidden. He pulled his lips back in rictus grin and let his fangs drop. His fangs were impressive, a bit flashy thanks to some twisted sense of humour of his changing.

Belle’s mouth dropped in shock at the sight of the needle-sharp gold fangs that filled the man's mouth.

"You're a vampire."

All Rum could focus on was the sweet red blood in her mouth. It looked like she’d cut her lip. That smear of crimson was so inviting, so tempting, and looked downright delicious. He raised his hand to cup her face, she flinched, but didn’t pull back. A quick swipe of his thumb over her lip and his had his prize. He lapped at his thumb and sighed happily as the taste of iron and salt bloomed across his tongue.

Belle scooted away. Watching him suck her blood from his thumb hammered home the fact he was a real vampire. This was a really fucking weird night. He was staring at her lips and for a heartbeat she thought he was going to pounce her. He dropped his gaze and gave an embarrassed cough.

“I, erm, I don’t suppose I could take you up on that lift, maybe, if you wouldn’t mind?”

Belle gave him a good hard look. She knew fake shy and bumbling, plenty of the men who frequented the Rabbit Hole employed it as a flirting tactic.  For many of them it was a very thin mask that attempted to conceal what complete and utter jerks they were. She wasn’t getting any alarm bells from the vampire.

“What’s your name?”

He looked up at her, not the least bit of surprise on his features; “Robert Fitzglen, I go by Rum.”

“Belle French. Come on let’s get you up.”

Getting him upright wasn’t as difficult as Belle had thought it might be. He was heavily favouring his right leg, and he’d winced as she wrapped an arm around his ribs, but for a bloke who’d been hit by a car twice tonight he was in good shape. She got him settled into the passenger seat and then hopped into the car.

“Okay, so hospital?”

“No, no, please no. Draws far too many questions. The graveyard please.”

“Seriously?”

He chuckled; “Yeah I know, it’s a cliché, but I don’t sleep in a grave or a crypt. There’s a cabin for the groundskeeper.”

“And they don’t mind you using it?”

“Not at all, since I am the groundskeeper,” – he waved away her obvious question, - “long story.”

Her bar-tender senses told her that was a ‘I don’t want to talk about it’, but it felt like a not-right-now, rather than a never-at-all. The idea that she might see Rum again after tonight made her smile as she started the car.

Rum could feel that Belle had a million questions, but she let him be. Damn good thing to because he was feeling woozy and was almost sure talking would make him throw up.

“We’re here. I can’t get any closer because the gates are locked.”

He started at Belle’s voice and blinked at the shape of the graveyard gates through the windshield.

“I can manage from here. Thank you, Belle.”

He turned to look at her and found her worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Is this where you work some vampire mojo on me, so I forget all about you?”

It should be, but he didn’t want to. He didn’t know where this reluctance was coming from, but it was there pushing an invite to come and visit him one night onto the tip of his tongue. He swallowed that mad impulse and instead said; “Don’t have to, unless you’re going to go telling all and sundry that you ran over a vampire. Twice.”

She shook her head; “Nah, I think I’ll be keeping this to myself. Got to think about what this would do to my insurance premiums.”

Rum huffed a laugh; “Very sensible. Insurance companies are worse blood suckers than me.”

She smiled at his pathetic joke, and then smothered a yawn with her hand. It was very late for her. Rum opened the car down and stepped out. Once the door was closed again Belle wound the window down, so he ducked his head and said; “Good night Belle. Drive home safe and sleep well.”

“See you around Rum.”

As the little blue car drive away Rum wondered if it was her Australian accent that had made her last words sound like a question, or if she had been asking would they meet again. He licked his lips and caught the last faint taste of her blood. A sudden and rare certainty struck him; he would be seeing Belle French again and it would be sooner rather than later.

[avidfanficwriter]

Nineteen (Part 2)

Chris Pine X OFC.

Summary: He’s had a taste and needs more. 

Rating: M. Naughty, naughty. 

Part 1. 

Tags: @blossombarnes @mitaputri0412

She’s young, so fucking young. 

Yet she’s here, in his fucking bed sound asleep after yet another round of sex. The silk sheet doing little to hide her body from him, every curve is outlined perfectly like the sheet was made for her. She’s a thing of beauty, a portrait that was given as a gift to him. It takes every bone in his body to pull his eyes from her. 

He’d began to crave the way she touched him even worse the way her lips felt against his skin. He’s covered in scratches, the marks from her bright red fingernails that she dragged down his back and shoulders. They should hurt but he’s proud of them, wearing them like one wears battle scars. 

Chris is a mess, a mix of sex and sweat.... and she’s the cause of it. 

He doesn’t know if this is lust or love, or if there even is a difference. He hopes it's not loving, he can’t handle the shame it would bring to fall in love with a younger woman or the overwhelming embarrassment he’d feel if she’d left him for another man. It’s lust, it must be. An overwhelming drive of sexual pleasure that holds a spot captive in his brain. 

He watches her sleep, her lips are swollen, her bottom lip that just a mere hour ago, he had between his teeth while he drove himself into her. Her chest still raw from his growing beard when he’d kissed his way down her chest. 

He can see the youth in her face, the fresh face with doe eyes. An innocence in her eyes, she’s inexperienced, young and everything in this world is new to her. He’s taken advantage of her or maybe it’s the opposite. He’s scared of this or her.

 She’s a child. A baby. Someone’s baby. Less than five years ago, she was graduating middle school. 

He feels dirty and on some level like he’s broken a law. Like any minute, the police will burst through his door and handcuff him. He turns away, staring at the ceiling as he breathes out deeply. A shower, he needs to clean himself, be rid of her. 

His shower is long and the bathroom fills with steam immediately. His shower is calming for the first ten minutes and suddenly the ache is back. His need for her, he did so much the first time to prevent this, to stay away. He pleasured himself to the thought of her to dull the need but now... now that’s he had her, there is no amount of self-given pleasure that can satisfy him. It’s her and her alone. 

When he’s done, his body is tense and he can barely manage to stand. His need for her is only growing stronger as the seconds pass. When he steps back into the room he has to fight the impulse to pounce, she’s still in his bed, naked. He opens his dresser quietly and manages to get dressed. 

He’s buttoning his shirt when he feels her small hands wrap around his torso, playing dangerously close to the waistband of his jeans. “Clara...” He moans, closing his eyes. 

“Yes?” She asks innocently. 

“Stop.” Chris groans, his body is betraying him and his mind is starting to convince him too. “Clara, please.” She loosens her grip, slowly walking in front of him, a large smile on her face and her hands rest firmly on his chest. She’s still naked, her body proudly on display for him. 

“What’s wrong?” She asks, glancing up at him. 

“We can’t keep doing this,” he says to her. He’s shaking with need, his voice was low almost a whisper like the words were causing physical pain to release. “I could be your father.” 

She’d look up at him with those ridiculous hazel eyes and a devilish smile on her lips. “Maybe I need a daddy.” She whispers pulling him into a kiss. 

“Don’t say that.” he groans into the kiss.

It only edged her on further, her hands sliding down his clothed chest. She catches his belt buckle which could easily be an accident but it’s not. Not when she’s around, nothing she does is an accident. She tugs at it, making his hips roughly pull into hers and he groans. “Being my daddy wouldn’t be so bad...” She says as she plants small kisses on his cheek. She edging him on, teasing him. Like he’s a rabbit chasing a carrot that’s just out of reach but it’s so close. “Maybe... that’s all I need is a daddy to keep me in check... So i don’t wind up in some man's bed.” She knows what she’s doing to him and she loves it. He’s wrapped between her two fingers. 

He grabs her arms, trying to break free but the second her hand falls to his growing bulge, he lowers his head, staring deep into her eyes. His brain slowly starting to shut off and his lips hover just next to hers.  It’s teasing, having her just within arms reach, he could lean forward and close the space, make her his once again. 

“Please...” She whimpers. 

He wants to kiss her, he’s practically begging to kiss her. Her lips are beautiful, so close and all he can think of is kissing her. He breathes in deeply. Chris knows at this point, he’s goner, there’s nothing else he can do to prevent himself from giving in. She moves her hand, stroking him through his jeans and he groans, resting his forehead on hers. 

“I need you.” She whispers, her eyes locked on his. “I know you need me. I’m all wet and begging with need.” She moans, quickening her movements. His breathing deepens and his eyes close. “Do you need me as bad as I need you?” 

He answers the question the only way he knows how his hands roughly grabbing her upper arms and pulling her into him. He kisses her with need and hunger. Finally giving in to the lust. “Damn you,” he whispers into the kiss, it’s invasive, wild; like he’s fucking her with his mouth. He can barely make out he small moans that she release over the sound of his heartbeat. He can’t even begin to understand why he tried to hold back, why he was so hell-bent on not having her again. Slowly, she pulls away and he growls in anger; he starts to object groaning with anger as to why she left when she drops to her knees. 

He stops breathing right there, the sight of her down on her knees, her mouth hanging open as she pulls his zipper down. Her eyes don’t leave his, even when she finally releases him from his cotton prison. Shes being slow, agonizingly slow, she takes him in, causing him to gasp. Suddenly being slow is the least of her concern, she’s working him fast and with excellent skill. 

She’s moaning, her tongue swirling around him as she nearly releases him. It’s a never-ending circus ride with her. When he finally looks down, he can see it in her eyes, the sweet innocent look that is begging for more. His legs are shaking and the familiar pooling his lower stomach is rising, he grabs a chunk of her hair pulling her to her feet and kissing her once again. 

Chris doesn't care anymore, he doesn’t care about her age, or the guilt or whatever other problem his mind will eventually think of, right now he’s tossing her onto the bed and forcing his jeans further down his toned hips. He’s hovering over her in seconds, he’s so hard it’s painful. 

“Tell me how bad you want it.” He whispers, letting his lips ghost over her neck. Her back arches in response. 

“I need you so bad.” She whimpers. 

“How bad do you want me to fuck you?” He groans, grinding against her. 

“Chris!” She whines, trying desperately to have him. 

“That’s what i wanted to hear.” He grunts, plunging into her with intensity. He could scream and by the looks of her face, she could too. Her eyes are rolled back and her mouth is left ajar, she’s shaking, desperate to keep the friction between them. He’s prideful at this very moment, she’s falling apart beneath him on the brink of an orgasm; losing control of her body because of him. The look in her eyes is desperate and wild as she gets closer, her hands clawing at his shoulders and her moans growing louder. When she finally comes, he swears he’s the one to see stars. The sight of a beautiful woman screaming, her legs shaking and her arms tightly wrapped around him is jaw-dropping, picture worthy even. 

He can’t believe he’s lasted this long but he’s losing control, his thrusts start to get sloppy but it’s her that makes him finally cum. Her plump lips forming a perfect ‘O’ as her eyes flutter closed, she’s pushing at his hips trying to convey she’s had enough; that she can’t anymore but it doesn’t work, he’s too far gone to care. He ignores her plea, finding the last of his strength to pull her hands away and force them into the mattress. He drives deep into her one last shouting as he cums. 

They’re covered in a layer of sweat, his body weak and on fire. She’s beautiful, her lower lip is between her teeth as she comes down from her high. All Chris can do is stare at her. He knows he’s in trouble, deep trouble and this has nothing to do with her age, it’s her. She’s trouble and he’s caught in her web with no way to escape and no plan to. 

She smirks, pulling her lower lip between her teeth as she runs her hand along his face, it’s soft and he can’t help but close his eyes at the feeling. His arms are shaking, struggling to contain his weight, he’s spent; desperate for sleep. Gently, he feels her lips touching his, he kisses her as softly as he can trying to not stir the beast inside of him. They part and he moves, laying on his back with her curling up next to him, she rests an arm across his chest and he caresses her hair. 

“I have to go soon.” 

“Where?” He asks in a soft whisper

“Work.” 

“Back to playing a stripper,” he says almost annoyed. 

“Yeah.” He feels her move, tossing her leg over his hip and straddling him. Her hair falls flatly against her chest, just barely hiding her bare breasts as she whispers, slowly leaning forward. “Maybe when I’m finished, I’ll come and perform for you.” 

He groans and lets out a small moan, running his hands up her sides, watching as she teasingly comes down for one last kiss. 

She’s made him weak, in every sense. He’s a pawn and he doesn’t even know how he got here. How she did this. Or how he let it happen. She can use him for sex whenever she wanted and he’d happily go along. Just as long as it meant, he could feel her. 

‘She’s nineteen.’ His mind repeats, louder and louder as the kiss deepens. It continues to repeat when he feels her tongue swipe against his. ‘Nineteen.’ his mind tries to fight but it’s a lost battle. He doesn’t even remember why he was repeating nineteen, all he can think about now is kissing her. 

[jess-the-vampire]

Tom Vs The Forces Of Evil (Au), Chapter 6

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"Tom, are you sure about this?" Marco said, watching Tom straighten his tie in front of his huge mirror. "Of course i'm sure...I can totally do this.." "But she's a demon, Tom..." He turned to his friend, "And what's wrong with that?" 'Well, it's just....It's..She.." Marco couldn't seem to find the right words to answer Tom's question. "Demons aren't monster's, Marco." Tom adjusted his jacket, and started to smooth his hair to stand up, "They're powerful creatures, but they're not really evil....don't focus so much on their appearances Marco...". Marco crossed his arms and Tom laughed, " Star's cool, I promise you....but don't attempt to fight her though, it's almost impossible to win against a demon in a match..." Tom looked over himself, "Can you bring Marshmallow over here for me?" Marco raised an eyebrow, "Why do you need your rabbit?" "Because he's coming with us to see Star...." Tom said happily, "She's going to love him, don't you think?" Marco carefully took the pink rabbit out of it's cage and handed him off to Tom, Tom scratched the bunny behind the ears happily. Marco smiled and pet the bunny's soft head, "Yeah, i guess it's hard not to love this little guy..."

"I want Star to see I've changed..." Tom explained, "I think she'll be impressed when she finds out how anger free I've been lately..." He opened his jacket, that hid a bright red button underneath. In big white text it said "53 days anger free", Tom was happy that he beat the record he destroyed during that mewni incident, now maybe he could fully let that incident die. "Tom, the last time you talked....." Marco started. "She called me on accident and didn't want to talk to me, I know...." Tom answered, "But that was four weeks ago, I've gotten my mewberty wings now, i'm completely mature.....". Four weeks since she called, over 8 since his last incident, that should be enough time to ask her out right? Marco rolled his eyes, "Tom, you know she might say no right?" Tom grinned, "It's worth a shot.....i put this off for way too long, if i don't ask her now...there's no way i'll see the ball tonight.." Marco's eyebrows raised, "Wait what??!! It's tonight and you're asking her now!?" Tom smiled sheepishly, "Yeah.....I know it's close but I've been so busy hanging out with you..". He trailed off, biting his lip, "...that I lost track of time.....". He wasn't lying, Marco had been keeping him company so much these days that he'd forgotten about the dance for weeks, well that, or they were a distraction to put off the awkwardness of asking out his demon ex. Tom suspected after the anger incident, and the mewberty incident, Marco was just trying to be protective over him and try and keep him as happy as possible. Part of him wanted to tell Marco that he didn't want to be pitied, but the attention he received from him was wonderful, he'd never had a relationship like this with anyone. Ponyhead usually ignored his feelings, his parents didn't spend time with him, his kingdom rarely had faith in him. Marco was feeding him so much care and comfort it was refreshing. Tom knew Marco only did so much because he cared. But, it was time for Tom to handle some things himself. He wasn't a baby anymore. Marco face palmed, making Tom laugh. "It's ok Marco, if she says no......" He trailed off, not wanting to think about it. Marco put a comforting hand on his shoulder, attempting to smile, "Annual Movie night?" "Yeah.." the prince said, making an equally forced smile. Holding his rabbit under an arm, Tom grabbed his dimensional scissors and opened a portal to what Marco could only assume was the underworld. Tom went in first and Marco followed after. The wave of heat hit him instantly, making Marco sweat already, they were outside of the Castle and Marco stared in wonder and in fear at how large and intimidating it was. Dark, on a lava waterfall, dark towers perking out front he sides, a faint red moon on the top. Marco walked a little closer to Tom as the demon guards let the Prince and his friend in. "We're allied with the lucitors.." Tom explained, "So we get in much easier...." Tom walked along the halls happily, humming Love Sentence while Marco's eyes scanned the scene for any signs of danger. Demons rushed around, carrying ribbons, food, and things that made Marco very nauseous thinking about. They were preparing for the ball, and Marco started to wonder why Tom would want to go to something this.....different. Tom eventually lead them to the ballroom, "Star is in control of this entire event, she's gotta be here to help plan everything..." "Oh....yay...", Marco said with fake enthusiasm. "No, it looks stupid over there...", came a growl from the center of the room, and upon getting closer Marco saw it came from a girl. Although the closer he got he noticed her skin was a much more inhuman red, she had dark pink markings under her eyes reminiscent of hearts, she had wild blonde hair, small red horns peeking out from the top of her head, what seems to be bat like wings, something resembling a tail was coming out of her dress, and her eyes were blue with a hint of red. She wore a ripped up dress, leggings, and dragon boots that seemed to almost be alive. This had to be Star. and judging by Tom's nervousness and grin, he knew that as well. Tom checked on his hair, suit, and rabbit before approaching the girl and tapping her shoulder to get her attention. She whipped around, almost startled, until she saw who it was. "Oh....you...", She put on her best scowl, while Tom continued to smile under her gaze. "Hey Star..", the prince tried to remain eye contact with the demon as best he could, trying not to look intimidated by her. Marco, on the other hand, was doing the complete opposite. Intimidated, and ready if he needed to pull some karate moves at any sign of trouble, he knew he was supposed to trust Tom's word that Star was alright, but the way she was looking at Tom made Marco keep his guard up. She crossed her arms, continuing to scowl at the prince, "What are you doing here?" Tom took his wand out of his jacket pocket, and magically produced a bouquet of roses, which he handed to the demoness along with a smile. Marco, although still on guard in case of an attack, rolled his eyes at the silly romantic gesture. "Star Lucitor...." Tom said, trying his hardest to be flirty despite his nervousness, "I'm here to ask you to the Blood Moon Ball..." Marco wanted to laugh, Tom was giving her puppy dog eyes and smiling so bizarrely sweet at her. But Star's anger turned into confusion, and Marco decided maybe this wasn't a good time to drawn attention to himself. "You're inviting yourself....to my ball?", She said, "Tom, did you forget already? We. broke. up....period." "Well, I was thinking.." He started, "We could go together.....and try again?" Marshmallow wiggled under Tom's arm and he pulled him up to present to the demon girl, " I've been working on my anger, I have this adorable bunny...he helps me out a lot with my issues, my friend Marco over here took me in...and he's helping me relax and calm down..." Marco froze when the demon eyed him up and down, he felt like she'd pounce on him. "...Oh, and check this out.." Tom said happily, revealing his red button within his jacket, "I'm 53 days anger free, i'm not blowing up like i used to anymore..." He looked so proud of himself, and Star seemed to reconsider a little bit. She reached a clawed hand out and pet the rabbit's soft head, "53 huh?" "Yep.." "Tom, why do you want to go to my ball this badly....?" She asked, "You know i hate traditions....and this princess stuff is kinda lame..." "I love your world..." Tom said happily, "And besides, wouldn't it be a lot more fun with company?" Marco watched the two of them talk, trying to figure out why they'd date, or even why they broke up in the first place. Tom always told him it was his fault, that his anger and his issues ruined their relationship, but watching them now Marco noticed Star's attitude seemed to be making cracks in Tom's shell. He was trying so hard to not feel awful, Marco just wanted to reach out and hug him. "Yeah, but I can invite my friends...." Star said, shrugging. Tom kept his fake smile on, "Well, I think we could have fun again, like the old days...i'm not the same guy you knew, and I think things could be different now..." Star thought for a moment, and called for a servant, it handed her a tiny bell and hammer, which she then passed onto Tom. "I'm not calling you my date but, I guess if you really want to you can come just to see the place for yourself. It's probably not going to be alot of fun, but since my parents aren't here to stop me from doing what I want tonight....I guess having you there won't hurt...", She looked reluctant to proceed with this, but Tom's smile made her grin just a bit. "Thank you Star..." Tom said, "I hope I see you there..." Marco pulled on Tom's arm, trying to lead him away so they could leave as another demon looked at them evilly. "Come on Tom, we better go..." He said, gritting his teeth. Tom lovingly waved at Star and Marco made sure they had everything before he pulled Tom away from the ballroom. Star shook her head and turned back to her eager servants, "No, guys MORE glitter!!" - By the time Marco got Tom back home, Tom was already preparing for his "date" tonight. Rushing to his closet (Only after putting his rabbit down), and trying to find the best suit he could, hoping he could find one that would match Star. Marco wanted to tell him he had plenty of time before the ball and there was no reason to start right now, but then again he knew Tom always put a lot of effort into how he looked most of the time anyway. This was a date with an ex-girlfriend, it's not weird he'd be giving himself enough prep time to look great. Marco left to give Tom some space and watched Tv downstairs, holding Marshmallow and petting his soft head. "Tonight was going to be our weekly movie night..." He sighed to the rabbit, "But Tom really wants to do this and I guess we can always do it tomorrow...". He looked at the pink bunny perched on his legs and resumed talking, "I mean, Star clearly doesn't want him back, why does Tom even want her back so badly...he doesn't need her to feel complete". Marco rubbed his scalp, "She just seems so cold....to him, and yet he's leaving me for her....the girl who dumped him and who could hurt him.." Images of Star humiliating Tom at the ball started to pop into Marco's mind, and it only made him more concerned for the boy above him trying on blazers. Tom was sensitive, he was emotional and he was getting better at handling those emotions: But Tom was still an emotional guy. He'd cry while watching sad scenes in movies (Which he denied), he was visibly upset when being bullied, and it clearly took everything in his power to not break down at Star's words of rejection. Marco didn't want to make any accusations about their relationship, but something about Star seemed.....off to him. He didn't want to admit to himself that he was taking Tom's side in something he didn't understand just because of them being friends. But the sounds of the Tv were drowned out by his inner thoughts about Tom going to this party, being rejected by his ex, and Tom blowing up or breaking down in sadness. This couldn't end well, there was no way. Marco turned off the Tv, maybe he could talk Tom out of it? There had to be something he could do to keep Tom from getting hurt. Marco did everything in his power to tell himself he was doing this for Tom's own good, and that this wasn't selfish of him. Tom would be heartbroken if he didn't go, but he'd also be heartbroken if we went anyway, maybe? Right? Marco held Marshmallow closely, and knocked on Tom's door. This wasn't going to be fun, but he had to say something to his friend. "Come in!!" He heard Tom call out. "Tom, we need to tal-" Marco opened the door, and started to head inside but paused at the sight of Tom brushing off his suit. Tom looked up and saw Marco staring and grew a bit red, which he shook off with a laugh and a shrug. "Heh, what do you think? Too much?" Tom looked like a whole new person, Marco'd never seen him look so....princely before. He was wearing a white tailcoat with gold buttons, along with white pants and black boots, a dark red vest with gold buttons underneath his tailcoat, a white shirt underneath that, a salmon pink ascot that matched his hair, and a red bow tie that matched his eyes perfectly. "Wow...." Marco said, lips forming a smile, "You look just....wow...." Tom relaxed, "I'm taking that as a good thing? I've been trying on nice clothes for awhile....I wasn't sure about this one but..if you really like it..." "You don't have to wear it if you don't want to..." Marco trailed off, blushing. "I trust your judgement", Tom grinned, "Now I just need to work on make-up and hair and I should be ready..." Marco snapped out of looking at Tom and walked up to him, holding the pink rabbit close, "Tom, I-I uh....I want to talk to you..." Tom took his rabbit out of Marco's hands and put him back in his cage, "Sure, what's going on?" Tom took a seat on his bed and Marco sat down next to him, "Look it's- We...I-Are you sure...about this? About the ball? And Star?" Tom looked as if Marco asked him the most ridiculous question ever. "Of course i'm sure Marco, I've been wanting to go to this for years, and if everything goes well, maybe me and Star can get back together again..", He smiled at the thought, but Marco still didn't seem comfortable with his answer. "Look..." Tom started, "I know it's sudden, and Star's a bit cold right now...but it'll be fine...i can keep myself calm, you don't need to keep an eye on me so much..or be so protective of me...." Marco sighed, "I'm just worried about you.....I don't trust Star.." Tom pat his head, "You'll get used to her, I promise you....but..." "But?" "If it makes you feel any better, maybe you can come with me?" He suggested, "I mean, humans aren't typically allowed there but I can have you as my partner and i'm sure they won't mind.." "Are you sure? I-I don't wanna be a burden on your night-" "You're not a burden Marco..." Tom reassured, " If you really want to, you can come...just.....don't do anything unless I need you ok? I can handle Star all by myself.." Marco felt the back of his neck, "Well-" "Marco, promise me you won't interfere unless I need you..." Tom said very sternly, as if Marco was being a troublesome child. He held out his hand for Marco to shake, "I want to know I can trust you to let me handle things by myself...." Marco stared at the hand as if it was a foreign object to him, unsure whether to take it or not. But nervously, he took Tom's hand and shook it. "Ok...." He promised, "I'll be there to support you and help you.....but..I'll back off from Star unless you need me..." Tom smiled and pulled the human into a tight hug, "Thanks Marco....and hey!! You coming sounds kinda nice, you might like it there!! I could talk to you about demon culture and stuff!!". Marco hugged him back, hoping tonight he could keep his promise. "Yeah, sounds fun.." - Tom went into the bathroom and prepared his hair and make-up, only a few hours left to go before the Ball began. As he got ready, Marco sorted through his wardrobe for anything he could possibly wear, but nothing felt really suitable for a demon ball. After wrecking his closest, he went to his parent's room for anything his dad could loan him for the night. An old box caught his eyes and he opened it. It had to be pretty old, his dad probably had this since his high school days, he kept alot of personal things like that. Marco reached inside and pulled out a skull mask. A smile perked his face. "Perfect." - "Tom?" Marco knocked on the bathroom door, "I'm ready when you are..." Tom opened the door immediately, hair perfectly gelled and eyeliner finished. "Yeah, I'm-" He paused to look Marco up and down, "Woah Diaz..." Marco crossed his arms, wearing a white buttoned shirt, a red tie, a black jacket with gold tassels, dark pants, dress shoes, a skull mask, and a large red sombrero. Although he wouldn't admit it, he felt a bit silly dressed like this, but Tom didn't seem to mind at all. "It was my dad's...." Marco started. "Well, I like it...." Tom said, "C'mon...we better get going, i don't wanna be late for Star..." Tom grabbed onto Marco's hand and headed into his room, opening a door to his balcony. He pulled out the bell and hammer Star had given him, "So remember, be careful, don't eat anything with a face, don't play with fire and-" "And don't worry about Star too much.." Marco finished, sighing, "I hope you know what you're doing Tom...." Tom hit the bell, making a surprisingly loud chime, a wall of fire rose up revealing a large demon holding a carriage, making Marco have slight-second thoughts. Tom asked for the bottom floor and as they stepped inside the carriage together, Tom gave Marco a calming grin. "Marco, I'll be fine....." ,He reassured as the doors closed behind them, " You worry too much.." - Marco was starting to feel hot again, the familiar stench of ash and death overflowed his sense of smell, they must've finally arrived to their destination Tom happily excited the carriage when the doors opened, holding his hand out for Marco to join him, Marco smirked and let Tom pull him out of the carriage. Demons of many forms and species were already heading inside that familiar ballroom from this morning, only it looked to be much more elaborate then before. "Star went all out..." Tom admired, "All the traditional demon decor, but with her cute and bright touch all over...it's nice..." Well, at least he thought so. Marco on the other hand, didn't see anything cute about the glittery heads with bows on the walls, or the blood on the walls, or demons playing a game that seemed to melt flesh. Tom's tolerance of this much violence was admirable, he cried at soap operas, and yet this much violence didn't seem to bother him. Tom then started to talk about the ball, as they searched for his ex within the crowds, talking about it's traditions and something about souls and the moon that Marco ignored because he was way too focused on "Not Dying". Tom had his wand with him in case of any issues, and Marco was great at self-defense, but the human didn't know a lot about demons and if Tom and him were separated within this crowd he wasn't sure he'd make it out alive. Then he felt Tom tug him harshly and he started to run through the crowds, seeing a familiar tail with a star at the end slinking through the crowds. "STAR!!" He exclaimed, making the tail stop, and the girl it was attached to turn around to look at the prince. Star had her hair up in a bun, she wore a ripped pink dress covered in white bows and hearts with one shoulder bare, she had matching leggings and gloves, and matching pink and white boots. She didn't look that excited to see Tom, but Marco's presence made an eyebrow go up. Tom noticed and pulled Marco forward, "He's here as my guest, I hope you don't mind...h-he really wanted to enjoy your ball with me.." Star looked between the two boys, a smirk on her lips. "Awww Tom, I thought I was your date tonight?!! But you know what? I like this better..." She said, slightly laughing and making both boys turn bright red. Marco was glad his mask hid his own blush, but Tom's was very noticeable along with his stutter as he tried to ignore what Star just said. "Y-You...He's not....W-we're not like..." Tom crossed his arms, embarrassed, and avoiding Star's gaze. "Relax I'm only teasing..." Star muttered through giggled, before eyeing Marco, "I'm not lying though, feel free to take him off my hands......" Tom didn't seem too amused by Star's jokes about getting rid of him, and Marco could see him starting to lose a bit of his grip. But Tom took a deep breath and seemed to regain himself before attempting a small smile at the princess. "So uh....you look lovely Star..." Star looked at him oddly,"Uh...thanks?" Watching these two was utterly painful for Marco, Tom's attempts to flirt with his ex, and Star's clear uninterest towards him. Marco felt very uncomfortable standing here, but going anywhere else made him feel unsafe. Star looked around for an excuse to leave and saw the snack table, "I'm gonna get some grub....cya later i guess...?" She went into the crowd and Tom started to follow when Marco grabbed his arm, "Tom....you can't keep pushing this....." Tom looked at him sadly. "Marco, I-It's Star......let me go...I-I'll-" "Tom....." Tom sighed. "I know....I just...I don't wanna give up on her..." "I know..." Tom relaxed a bit, "Just...give me some more time with her ok? If..Things don't work right....." Marco lifted his mask to give him a comforting smile, "Movie night?" Tom returned the smile. "Are you gonna be ok on your own for a bit?", He asked Marco, staring him straight in the eyes. "I guess..." Marco answered, "I'll call you if I need help ok?" "Good.." Tom pulled in for a quick hug before straightening his clothes, "Alright, I'll be right back....don't have too much fun without me dork..." He grinned and ran after the princess, who was excitability giggling and talking to some of her friends. She seemed pretty bubbly and excitable when she wasn't talking to Tom as Marco observed, guess he couldn't blame someone like Tom for wanting someone so positive and upbeat all the time. He silently wondered what exactly happened between them as he moved through the crowd. Some demons were dancing, others were participating in dangerous activities, and some were eating. He saw demons covered in blood, demons wearing spiders, demons showing off their powers.... They really didn't pay Marco any mind overall. Marco looked around, part of him wished Tom was still next to him so he could explain a lot of these strange demon customs, he noticed a huge focus especially on red and a crescent red moon. This must have been the moon Tom had been talking about earlier? He looked at it in wonder for a little bit, when he heard the sounds of a microphone go off from the far end of the ballroom and started to make way to the front. A large red demon was testing the mic out, and every single living thing looked at him intently. "Welcome to our annual Blood Moon Ball!!!" He started, "As you know, every 667 years the blood moo-" "Hey Star wait up-", Marco heard whispers among the crowd and caught sight of pink hair. He followed, Tom was out of breath and caught up to Star, who still looked annoyed to see him. Tom blushed, "The dance is about to start....you wanna be my par-" "No." She said. Some demons shushed them, trying to listen to the speech. "-The light will select one lucky couple to be together for eternity within it's ruby brotem..." The ceiling opened up, revealing another moon symbol in the sky. "Let the dance commence!" Demons started to get into pairs, music started, and Marco tried to make his way over to Tom. "C'mon Star...." Tom pleaded, "It'll be fun..." "Tom...I invited you as a friend, I invited you..because I know you wanted to witness this Ball for yourself....but No means No..", Star gave him a look, "My parents think i'm reckless, they hired a life coach for me so i can stop causing so much trouble with my magic!!" Tom winced a bit. "This is the one night they're gone so I can have fun and I don't need my Ex following me around so much!!" She growled, "Tom, it's over....stop trying to change that..". She used her wings and flapped away from the moping boy on the dance floor. Marco, deciding they should just leave, finally got to Tom and grabbed his hand. Tom turned around to see who it was, and that was when he saw nothing but red. Both boys, in shock, looked up to see a red light looking back at both of them. Demons stared all around, moving out of the way and off the dance floor. Tom needed a sec to process everything, "M-Marco?" "Y-yeah?" "We...We're...." He said awkwardly, "We have to dance Marco..." "What?" "Take my shoulder, now...", He moved his free hand to Marco's waist. Marco awkwardly put his free hand on Tom's shoulder as Tom started to waltz with him. Marco feel uncomfortable as many, many eyes watched him dance with the prince. He tried to avoid his gaze to look at Tom, but that only made his stomach drop even more. Tom looked just as awkward about dancing as he did, but he put on a fake smile and tried to lighten the bizarre situation. Marco attempted to smile back, and then Tom spun him around and Marco actually managed a bit of a laugh. Suddenly he felt less scared and embarrassed as they both danced in the Moon's light, laughing and smiling at each other. Marco had no idea how long it went but Tom dipped him, and suddenly the light started to descend above them, and the redness vanished from the room. Marco was pulled back up and the boys stared at each other, Marco wasn't sure what that all was, but by the look on Tom's face he had some idea and he didn't look ready to spill it. Demons whispered around them, looking at the duo and sizing them up, before a familiar cheery demon made it's way over to the boys. "Ok guys!!", Star, "Looks like our celebration has ended!! Our gracious moon has chosen it's candidates and it is fulfilled!! Thanks you all for coming, enjoy the rest of your night!!" The demons slowly stopped looking at Tom and Marco and went to talk, eat, and dance....as if the important dance didn't happen just a bit ago. Star turned to Tom and Marco, looking between the both of them with interest. But if she had anything to say about what happened, she was intentionally ignoring it. "Well, at least this party wasn't a total waste....looks like people liked it...i hope..." She said, "So you guys gonna stay or-?" "No..." Tom finished before Marco could answer, "I think it's about time we head home...." "Ok.." She said, giving Tom one last look and heading off to talk to some others. Tom grabbed Marco's hand, dragging him to the exit. "C'mon....let's get out of here..." - "Tom?" Tom stepped off the carriage and thanked the demon who carried it as he descended back to the underworld. Tom had been silent the entire trip, and it was making Marco worry more and more. Tom had his back to Marco now, so Marco couldn't even see his face to tell what he might be thinking about. He couldn't tell if Tom was happy, angry, sad......he wanted so desperately to say anything to him, to apologize, to laugh it all off.. But nothing came out. He just waited, for Tom to do...something. Anything He took off his hat and mask, tears staring to fall down his face for no reason. "T-Tom...I...", he started. "Marco...", Tom mumbled, turning around, his face was one that mixed of sadness, anger, and confusion. Tom was looking at Marco very strangely, like he was a whole different person. He ran his fingers through his messy hair and looked at the floor. "Tom...I'm sorry, I-" "No, Marco..it's not your fault.." Tom said immediately, " Y-You didn't do anything wrong...you listened to me, respected my wishes.....you let me handle this myself and...and....". He took a few breaths, "I broke down.....I was upset, and you were just trying to comfort me when you saw me so upset...this isn't your fault....". "Tom..I-" "I can't be angry at you seeing me cry and wanting to comfort me...", He wiped the side of his face, "Don't apologize...you....you didn't do anything wrong.." He managed a small smile through his tears, "Thank you for trusting me, and being a good friend....I should've listened to you..stayed here with you. If I hadn't gone....Maybe....maybe it'd be much easier for me...to....y'know..." "Move on?" Tom's lack of an answer was enough of a yes for Marco. He walked up to Tom and wrapped his arms around him, "There are some things you can't change Tom.....and it's ok, maybe Star just isn't the girl for you.....". Tom looked up at the blood moon, still shining in the sky. "Maybe..." "I'm sorry about your night, I know you were looking forward to it.." Tom and Marco separated and Tom managed a smile. "It wasn't awful, I mean....It would've been a lot worse if you weren't there..." "You're glad I came?"  Marco asked oddly, "I mean I just felt like a pest.....coming there to invade on your date.." "You weren't a pest Marco....you....I should've listened to you since the beginning.." Marco shook his head, "No Tom, you've been wanting this dance forever, and I shouldn't have been trying to deny that from you...you can make your own choices... ". He put his hand up to stop Tom from talking, "Tom...I've....I  haven't been a great friend to you...although I try to leave you be....I can't help but...want to do something...". He sat down, "I worry, about everything....worried you'll get angry, get hurt, that something bad will happen and I won't be there to have your back.....and although It makes me feel better to help you, It also makes me feel like.....like i don't trust you to grow without me...." "A-and I know I let you handle Star on your own....." He continued, "But going to the dance by yourself, mewberty, all the times when I was worried your anger was going to go out of hand and I stepped In without knowing if you'd take care of it yourself..." Tom sat down in front of him, "I get it...." Tom bit his lip and smiled at his friend, "I'm not mad y'know? About you worrying?" "I know, but it makes me feel lik-" "My parents?" Tom finished, Marco nodded. "You're nothing like them Marco.....my parents might not have faith in me to succeed....but....they don't worry much about how I feel..." He put a hand on his shoulder, forcing Marco to look up at him. "You know me....and you know that i'm....not always ok when it comes to my emotions and junk. I've never had someone....care so much about my well-being and how i feel....and i know it might make you feel like you don't trust me to do things on my own, but don't feel guilty about wanting to help..." Tom felt the back of his neck nervously, "Sometimes, yeah...I want to do things for myself, I don't need someone to watch me all the time. But....if something doesn't feel right, just let me know, and if I ever lose myself....I want my best friend by my side..." He picked up Marco's hat and placed tit upon his own head. "We'll work through this, find a balance...." Marco made a small laugh, "Ok...." They both paused for a bit, not sure what to say next to each other, bringing up Star probably wouldn't be a great idea.....so that was out of bounds, but then Marco's mind flashed back to them dancing in a red glow and he felt himself turn a bit red. "You dance really well..." Tom whispered, getting Marco's attention, " i didn't know..." "Well for a prince you dance like you have two left feet...." Marco croaked out in an attempt to make a joke and hide his blush. They stood up, both laughing softly. "That moon....the red.....so weird...." Marco shrugged, "I mean, that was uh....I don't know what all that was..." Tom stopped smiling, instead now lost in thought and looking a bit nervous. "Yeah it was odd....but....don't worry about it.." "Tom? Do you know what the moon was?" Tom didn't answer, face turned away from Marco and rather focusing more on the human's shoulder. "It's been a long day, I wanna get out of this suit...into some pjs....we can still do that movie night if you want?", He mumbled, clearly trying to change the topic. Marco wanted to push for more, but instead he respected Tom's wishes for now, there had been enough drama today. "Yeah, that...that sounds like fun..." They both headed inside, it had been a long day anyway. And as they both laid there, on the couch, in their pjs and watching side by side while making snide comments and once in awhile glancing at each other, the Moon thing was dropped, and so was Star. It was almost like tonight never happened at all. But the dance was still fresh in Marco's mind, and it wasn't leaving anytime soon. How Tom looked, how he smiled and laughed, how ungraceful most of their dance was.... Tom had been here for a few months now, they were close, they hung out all the time, but Marco never though of Tom in this kind of way before. Star made fun, called him Tom's date, but she wasn't being serious and Tom sure didn't seem ok with it. Marco was so lost in thought and confused he almost paid no attention to the movies they were watching. When it was past midnight, Tom thanked him before they parted ways to their rooms. Marco wasn't sure if he was thanking him for distracting him, for being supportive of him, for changing the topic, something else, or all of the above but Tom went to bed that night with a smile and that was good enough for Marco. Marco fell face first on the mattress, sinking into the covers and very drowsy. And as images of Tom, in his suit, laughing as he twirled Marco around in a red glow popped into his mind, Marco closed his eyes and hoped that by tomorrow they would be forgotten. There were some things that were better left not getting involved in.