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some-pers0n · 6 months ago

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Hey guys I rewrote that Battlewinner death scene lol. This time I decided to make Mastermind a weeee bit of a silly guy as well as make her death a bit..y'know.. No real TW or anything other than death and Bad Parenting

The ground quivered beneath Starflight's talons as he raced down the corridors, Glory, Princess Greatness, and Fatespeaker in tow. He had been in a cave his whole life, but never had one felt as alive as right now. The rocks felt hot to the touch. The walls rumbled. The distant sound of lava moving was all he could hear. It was as though a slumbering beast was being pulled from its sleep, waking to the sight of a colony of ants nestled into it. It wants them out.

"Question," he began, "how long until the volcano erupts?"

"Erupts?" Greatness echoed. "Not for another two years. Mastermind took some calculations and predicted that the next one would be soon, but not right now. What you're feeling is just...abnormal activity. The volcano does that."

"Really? I've lived here my whole life and I've never felt something this strong," Fatespeaker said.

"We'll worry about whatever the volcano is doing later," Glory snapped. "Right now, we have a mad queen to talk to."

"I- I don't get it." Starflight slowed his pace. "Don't you have oracles? Prophets? Why did Mastermind have to guess? Wouldn't a future be more accurate? Not to doubt my father's research but..." His words trailed off. "Why? What's going on?"

Greatness turned away, staring straight ahead. "We're almost there. I can hear Mastermind."

Starflight's ears perked up. Amongst the bellows of the volcano, he could make out the faint mumblings of a scientist. They turned the sharp bend and entered into the queen's chamber.

It was a large, spacious cave, with a lake of lava in the center. Stalactites hung from the tall ceiling, embedded with a rich, deep shade of red. A deck of metal and steel was built, leaving way for Mastermind to stand upon.

But that wasn't what caught Starflight's attention the most. A cauldron of iron stood above them, with Battlewinner poking her head out of the top. Lava dripped off her as she stared them down. Next to her was Mastermind, absent-mindedly babbling and talking to her. The armour rack that he saw in his lab was with him, with all but the headpiece missing.

"– which, need I remind you, makes this completely safe. You can sort of walk, but ultimately your presence is more about your imposing lava-filled...armour– where are you looking– OH!" His eyes followed her gaze, widening as she saw the group. "Ah, hello! Starflight, my beloved protégé! I'm pleased to see that you've come to your senses and decided to turn over this band of revolutionaries. Shame to see it happen, really."

"No, dad, uhh–"

"Fools..." Battlewinner hissed. "All of you..."

"Mh-hm." Mastermind nodded his head.

"You too, scientist... If only your pride did not blind you to the truth..."

"Blind me?!" he snapped back. "Pardon me? I may be hard of sight, but I assure you that I am no fool, right Starflight? Utter brilliant genius. Oh, I'll be so proud to see you grow up. Perhaps you'll too come around to understanding your father's achievements."

Starflight winced. It was hard to hear a dragon talk like that.

"Your son is not here to help you, Mastermind," Battlewinner snarled. "He is here to stop us. All of them... They--" Ice frothed up in her throat, cutting off the words. The shards of frost melted as she took a mouthful of lava.

"What? No! Starflight would never betray us. He is a NightWing. He serves his queen, right?"

Starflight glanced at his talons. He couldn't dare to look him in the eye.

"Mother–" Greatness began, but was cut off by a sharp growl.

"Queen Battlewinner."

"– Queen Battlewinner," she continued, "I'm sorry but we must call off the attack. The RainWings are too powerful and our tribe is too weak to take them on. We cannot afford to lose any more of–"

"We will not surrender to these dragons." Battlewinner's voice boomed. Smoke coiled from her nostrils. The light of the frost in her mouth reflected in her eyes. "We are NightWings. We do not bow to any other dragon..."

Glory clicked her tongue. "Well, that's annoying. I was hoping we wouldn't have to do this the harder way." She walked forward. "Battlewinner, I come to propose an offer: you call off your invasion and, in return, I set up trading between the NightWings and RainWings. Your dragons are starving, diseased, and dying. You should be ashamed of how you've let them rot like this. I am only offering you this as I cannot let dragonets die, even after all you've done to my tribe."

She kept going. "You will also step out of this war. I am aware of how you and Mastermind have been trying to tip the scales. Leave my troop, the Dragonets of Destiny, alone. You will also step down as ruler. I see you as personally unfit to rule. You are a tyrant. You allow your dragons to suffer. Greatness is..." Glory squinted at her. "Marginally better."

"Thank you." Greatness dipped her head to her.

"If you do not comply, I will destroy the tunnels. I will not hesitate to kill any NightWing that dares enter my kingdom. I already plan on informing the other queens of your conspiracies. If you want your tribe to ever lay a claw on Pyrrhia again, take my offer. Relinquish control. Perhaps, in some years' time, you can find your way off of this island and rejoin the continent."

Silence. The rumbling of the volcano was all that remained. The caverns shook as the white noise surrounding them grew in intensity. Battlewinner's gaze remained fixated on Queen Glory. They both remained locked in this silent war.

"Bold words for a RainWing dragonet..." she said, amused. "Step aside before I drag you into the lava myself."

"No." Glory repeated. "You will comply with this offer or let your tribe die."

"You can't be serious," Mastermind spoke, half laughing. "You're just making a joke. You cannot expect something like that to work out. You? You're a dragonet! You're overly emotional. Not thinking things logically."

"Overly emotional?!" Glory snapped. "You're the ones who have been kidnapping the RainWings! Innocent dragons who were holed up in your dungeon!" Red splotches faintly appeared along her neck and frill. "If I had my way, you would be dead as you stand."

He snorted. "Ha! You truly don't understand science. Ethics and morality are mere roadblocks. Others of a more intellectual nature would understand." He shot Starflight a look. "Besides, we need the rainforest more than anyone else. As you said, it is a lush and thriving environment. What has your tribe done with it? From what I've seen, nothing! It's asinine to watch you flaunt your fruit and your peaceful lives while the NightWings have suffered for two thousand years!"

"So? Why should you have it? All you've done is lie and hurt my tribe, you murderous snake!" She spat. "We lived there! We have lived there for thousands of years! You do not deserve to wipe us out just because you feel it's necessary."

He adjusted his spectacles. "Starflight, son, you can't honestly expect this to work. You're reasonable. Come now, try and tell this RainWing some common sense. Do you honestly believe that the NightWings would accept it?"

"No, I don't." He shook his head. "Battlewinner would never agree to that."

"Precisely!" Mastermind beamed.

"So..." Starflight tapped his talons anxiously. "We can compromise? Maybe?"

"WHAT!?" Mastermind and Glory called out in unison.

"I know, I know!" He winced, waving his talons to try and calm them. "I was thinking that, because the Rainforest Kingdom has plenty of space and the NightWings are so few in numbers, we could donate a sizable amount of land to them. Have them build their own village." He turned to Battlewinner. "But, only if they accept Queen Glory as their ruler."

"Starflight, that is the worst idea I've ever heard from you--" Glory began, but was interrupted by the animalistic roar from behind.

"NO!" Queen Battlewinner screeched. She jerked around in her cauldron, spilling lava. "Never! Only I rule the NightWings!"

"Please, listen!" Starflight called out, matching her voice. "The NightWings cannot survive here anymore. Even if we set up trades, they cannot live. If we allow them to exist peacefully in the Rainforest Kingdom, we can leave the volcano behind. No more disease. No more hunger. Nothing."

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea," Princess Greatness said.

"You are a terrible heir..." Battlewinner hissed.

She paused. "I know. I never was a good queen. Queen Glory is more fit to rule than you and I both."

"Sure, yeah, but really? You want me to rule over two tribes?" Glory shook her head. "I can't do that, especially not with the tribe that has been torturing my own dragons." She glared at Mastermind.

"I think it's a bit much to call it torture," he interjected. "I only tested on them for years. Some died, sure, but they were just the weaker ones." He shrugged. "Should've been better."

"I hope that, even if you survive, your body is feasted upon by snakes and ants."

"Anywho," Mastermind continued, ignoring her threat, "I still fail to see what would happen to our queen. She has her armour."

"She won't make it," Greatness said. "She knows this. Your armour is nothing more than to prolong her life in time to see the trees. She will die either way."

He scoffed. "Preposterous! My design is flawless!"

She squinted. "I'm not too sure about that..." She shook her head. "She knows she'll die here. Buried under the rubble. It is the only option."

Battlewinner raised her claws, slamming down on the edge of the cauldron. "You will NOT speak for me!" she screeched. "It is MY kingdom! I will not allow for this!" And with that, she began to lift herself out of the vat.

"Mother, no! Please!" Greatness called out.

"Your majesty, control yourself! Your armour is not fully prepared."

Battlewinner did not listen. Her body slipped over the edge, spewing lava in all directions. Starflight jumped back as a large chunk almost hit him directly. He looked on, seeing Battlewinner's full body for the first time.

As the magma dripped off, it revealed her heavily scarred and discoloured body. Her scales were charcoal black, with burn and scratch marks dotted everywhere. Her wings were damaged, with the membrane showing a hint of blue. She was massive, but couldn't hold her own weight. The armour on her held the lava briefly, but it spilled out the instant she collapsed onto the ground.

She dug her claws into the ground, dragging herself towards Glory. Wordless threats spewed her way, little more than menacing grumbles. Yet, as she did so, she began to slow.

Then, the frost appeared.

Starting from her chest, a vibrant pale light emitted. It was inside her, in her veins. Ice formed, rapidly covering her body. Starflight heard her scales snapping and breaking as the ice pushed their way out. He could only watch in horror as her movements slowed.

Her eyes were wide, a mixture of malice, hysteria, and an utter refusal to die. A futile effort. The ice travelled up her next, encasing her entirely in it. In her final moments, she looked to Princess Greatness. Her expression was incomprehensible to Starflight, but to Greatness...

He turned to her. There was a sadness in her that he could feel even from there. Her breath was heavy and staggered. Her eyes were blinking, just barely holding back tears.

"Queen Battlewinner!" Mastermind lunged to her side. "No, no, no! You can't be! It was all perfect! Everything about my armour should've protected you! How could this be!? My calculations were perfect." His talons grazed the frost formations. "...it is fascinating to see the effects of the frostbreath in action, however. Mesmerizing."

As his eyes glazed over her, he caught a glimpse of the dragonets. "Oh, yes, you!" His snout scrunched. "In my scientific opinion, that was a STUPID IDEA!! Idiots! All of you! You've doomed our tribe!" He stood, glaring at Starflight. "I'm ashamed to see you do this, son."

A lump formed in his throat. Rejection from the dragon who understood him the most.

And, yet...he didn't care.

"So?" The word leaped from his mouth.

Mastermind blinked, squinting in disbelief. "So?" he barked back.

"So what? You're a terrible dragon! You tested on the RainWings! You never even cared about me! You just wanted to see a successor who would listen to you ramble." Built-up emotions spilled out of him all at once. "I'm ashamed for you to be my father!"

Mastermind opened his mouth, perhaps to make a snarky comeback, but a loud crack! interrupted them. It shook the whole cave. The lava boiled with more intensity. Starflight's stomach was tied into knots as the realization dawned on him.

The volcano was erupting. If they did not leave now, they would be reduced to nothing more than charred corpses buried under rubble.

#sp-writing #wof #wings of fire #battlewinner wof #mastermind wof #greatness wof #starflight wof #wof fanfic #wings of fire fanfic

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bridgetoesoteria · 10 months ago

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🥰Timeless Love Reading 💟💗

Heyy back with anotha one! ➡Poll correlates with the piles⬅

Hope it resonates :)

Collective: For everyone I am getting the message that its time to break out of limiting beliefs. It may be time to face some fears or other things you have been avoiding.

I'm using a deck that I very rarely reach for these days. It was my first deck and I loved it! But it reminds me of someone who ended up really hurting me so I avoid it. But today I felt drawn to it for this reading and realized I didn't want to let them taint my life any longer.

I feel that everyone is being called to do that in someway. Take back your power in love and start controlling the narrative more.

Using Sun and Moon Tarot + The Afro Goddess Clear Vision Duo

Pile 1: Summer

4 Card Spread: The Lovers, 3 of Cups, Queen of Wands, and Princess of Pentacles. Bottom of the deck is Ace of Swords.

I'm getting a pretty bright and cheery energy. So either this is where you are or where you are headed. Yay! Love to see it 🥳 I'm bumping some Amy Winehouse right now. It always makes me feel so sultry. That's kinda the same energy I am getting from your reading.

I think you will be going out and having a great time. You will be re-discovering your sexuality. You will truly be "feeling yourself" (no pun intended!). Some of you could be getting frisky and I see the possibility of children, so take precautions if you are not ready for kids. But for others, if that is what you are hoping for this is a good sign. Some of you may be looking to expand your families.

For others, I think you will have a suitor that comes forward and makes you forget about the past. It looks healthy and honest. (This doesn't mean trust blindly. Always maintain your boundaries and trust your intuition!). Its possible they could make a proposal like asking you on a date, asking to make it official, or something else. Seems like there is romance and mutual love ahead ♥

TL;DR: You will definitely be feeling yourself, if you aren't already. Rightfully, so! What's wrong with confidence. You might be feeling a little hot in the pants *wink wink* so take precautions if you are not looking to get pregnant. You might meet someone that is a good match. Still make sure to trust your intuition and maintain proper boundaries. These are important ingredients for any healthy relationship.

Oracle: Sensei + Passion

Hopefully, you can see the images. Look over the messages and take what resonates with you. You will know its for you by the way it makes you feel.

Yeah... I know what I'm talking about when I said I saw some spicy energy in your reading. Luckies! I am also getting a bit of a marriage vibe.

Pile 2: Autumn/Fall

4 Card Spread: King of Cups, 6 of Wands, Ace of Cups, and 2 of Pentacles. Bottom of the deck is The Emperor.

Jamming to Miss Independent by Kelly Clarkson. Go listen! It may have messages or a vibe you resonate with! Omg and now Brokenhearted by Karmin is playing. I remember when I thought this was Cher Lloyd lol... anywayy..

I am getting such good energy for this pile! I love it. You could be romantics at heart. I am getting a free spirited energy. You don't let heartbreak keep you down and jaded. You always find a way to come back out on top and open your heart again. That is seriously impressive! Its not easy or common to be that resilient! (In case you're wondering, my phone is now playing Drama Queen (That Girl) by Lindsay Lohan). Go you! 😊🙌 If you aren't here right now, this is a sign that you can get there! Manifest it!

I do see someone coming in. They give me kind of goofy energy but well-meaning. They might have more serious intentions than you think or they could have a serious side. I do feel like the ball will be in your court in some way. So just know everything can go the way you want it to. I think this can apply to love overall. You're in a very attractive energy.

If you are going through a heartbreak, you will get over it. I don't mean that in a dismissive way. It just feels like you will start to snap out of it almost. The pain may linger but you will find ways and people to distract yourself.

Some of you are wondering if you should reconcile with a certain person. I see them thinking the same thing. You both feel the same way but probably don't show it. This is probably more of a communication problem and difference in love languages. If you do decide to get back together, try to get to know each other in a more light hearted way. Focus on the moment for now, instead of the bigger picture. Maybe get one of those "couple's questions" type of decks from Amazon.

Some of you may be trying for a baby and I see positive signs here. Make sure to really tune into your empress energy. Know that you have abundance interwoven in your energy and DNA.

TL;DR: Some of you may be experiencing some friction with a partner or may be newly single. You will feel like going out and doing you. I see that you and this other person may struggle with communication and understanding each other. Take some time apart to cool off. Don't make any impulsive decisions you will regret later. If you choose to reconcile, focus on getting know each other for who you truly are. Maybe do this in a light hearted way with some couple's quizzes/games.

Oracle: The One of Wonders + Oil and Water

I'm definitely getting some kind of love-hate vibe. Someone you can't live with but you also can't seem to live without. I knew I was getting an LGBT vibe when I started this reading. I think some of you in this pile could belong to the community. Whether you are single, or going through a break with you partner, I see you dusting off the "freakum" dress and wildin out. Maybe you feel like you deserve this. You've earned the right to have some carefree nights.

Hey, I'm not going to stop you. If you like it, I love it! Go ahead and get it out of your system. Just be safe my dearies. Remember you might end up having a veryy honest discussion with a partner/love interest so don't do anything you might not want to share.

Pile 3: Spring

Off the Bat: Before I even began shuffling I was getting a kind of scorned feeling. Some of you may be thirsty for some kind of revenge. That's kind of funny because I have been wanting to do a "Get Your Lick Back" reading 🤣🤣 But I didn't know if that was too messy for the first week of 2024.

4 Card Spread: Queen of Swords, The Chariot, The Magician, and The Devil. Bottom of the deck is 6 of Cups.

I think you will be taking more charge in your love life. Its like you have a fire under you that's driving this energy. You could be experiencing some kind of heartbreak or toxic cycle.

You will probably be hearing from this person or reaching out to them yourself. It will be up to you what you want to do with this situation. You could take them back and have passion but its likely that you will realize you have outgrown this situation. I think you have learned a lot about this person and you are ready to put up better boundaries.

Some of you could be leaving this person. You may not trust that they are going to maintain whatever change they are showing you. If you do know this person to be toxic and hurtful, you are making the right choice.

Regardless of your specific situation, I do think with the Chariot and Magician in the middle of your reading, you have the power to manifest whatever you need. Harness whatever surge of passion or energy you get and use it to go after what you want. Some of you will manifest communication after a fight or about a fight or betrayal.

For others I see your relationship improving. I think more effort will be put in to try and protect your foundation. It feels a bit scattered for some reason. I think your intentions are in the right place. Perhaps you would benefit from couple's counseling or something similar.

TL;DR: You will have the choice to end a toxic relationship or cycle. Some of you may find that you have outgrown a person or situation. You could manifest communication from someone that reveals some kind of truth. For others, there is a commitment to protecting what you have built with each other. If you fall into that group, consider couple's therapy! Ball is in your court no matter where you fall.

Oracle: Oil and Water + The Librarian

Read over the information for each card. I think the messages meant for you will jump out at you.

Lift Me Up by Rihanna and Demons by Imagine Dragons may have some messages you resonate with. Also check what the year of the dragon may mean for you

Pile 4: Winter

Off the Bat: I am getting a lot of air energy! I also turned off all my music and stopped sipping. Some of you could be moving into a pretty serious energy. You have priorities and don't want to waste energy on nonsense.

4 Card Spread: Page of Swords, King of Swords, 10 of Swords, and King of Wands. Bottom of deck is 10 of Cups.

Some of you could be dealing with a break up. If it hasn't gotten to that point, there may be a lot of cold energy between you and your partner or love interest. Perhaps they want to act single and keep you a secret and you just aren't cool with that? Or perhaps they have a secret of their own. I am picking up on some kind of immature and selfish behavior. I almost want to call it ridiculous. So maybe that is how you feel. Others of them may be burying themselves in work to get over some kind of pain. Whatever the case, you are not feeling emotionally fulfilled.

You feel comfortable putting a pin in things. Even though you may feel quite compatible with this person in a lot of ways, there is something missing. I feel like there may be lack of emotional availability from both sides but it could feel like they don't see you at all.

You may find yourself walking away with a heavy heart. I am seeing you represented by some very powerful cards! The Queen of Wands and High Priestess! This person may not have acknowledged your worth but that does not mean it isn't there. You have a lot of inner strength and power. Your mind and intuition are sharp. If you know you can do better, go out there and manifest it!

TL;DR: You may be kicking an unfulfilling person or situation to the side. If you are not being recognized and cherished by your partner, I think you already feel that it is time to go. You definitely have the energy to attract what you deserve. No more settling. You are walking away to get your mind right.

Oracle: Parted Paths + The Dependent

I hope you can see that. Please take read over the messages from each card and take what resonates.

Thank you everyone for stopping by. I hope it resonates. I've never done pick a card style readings before.

#tarotcommunity #tarot #tarot reading #pick a card #intuitive readings #love reading #pick a card reading #pick a pile #relationship reading #oracle cards

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humblefryingpan · 3 months ago

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Part 3 of my DC/Danganronpa crossover!

(Part 1 , Last , Next , Masterlist)

If this is the first one you've seen - I'm making a crossover of DC comics and Danganronpa by assigning the characters a vigilante that I think suits them

The Teen Titans/Outlaws using sdr2 characters

Robin - Hajime Hinata

I'm using the second robin instead of the first because Hajime fits better with these characters! I explained Hajime being Jason in part 1 if you missed that

Starfire - Chiaki Nanami

- mostly just seen as a love interest to one of the robins/protags

- not great at social ques

- I kinda needed her to be star because the other outlaws in this are Nagito and Hajime so no one else would've felt right

Raven - Sonia Nevermind

- A (occasionally evil) princess being the daughter of an overlord felt right to me

- Both occult fans

- Dating an extreme animal lover

Beast Boy - Gundham Tanaka

- Animal Boy

- This is the only thing that feels right for either of them

- Dating occult-y princess

- Often speaks in a way used for comic relief

Cyborg - Kazuichi Souda

- mechanics, very skilled with robotics

- often shipped with animal boy (at least in ttg and the og tt cartoon)

Arsenal - Nagito Komaeda

Not really a teen titan (usually) but I didn't see the point in making another part for the outlaws bc they're all here already

- Mildly explosive at times (Nagito with the bomb and unless I'm misremembering Roy also had explosive arrows?)

- Pretty okay with murder, surprising his friends

- I'm not sure how to explain this one but it feels so right to me

Edit: Kid Flash - ?

So he's Robin 1's best friend but does makoto really have one? Kyoko's already Oracle and Byakuya rlly doesn't fit KF

Aoi is a really fast swimmer and her and KF are pretty upbeat characters so maybe her? Lmk what you think because I have no idea

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acourtofidiots · 2 years ago

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since I forgot Barbara last night, here’s what I would think Barbara would do when you touch yourself without permission

cw: smut, sex toys, dom/sub dynamics, semi-public sex, voyerism, exhibitionism

Babs would definitely make you wear a pair of vibrating panties while you’re out and about with other Batfam member or another trusted friend (like Kon, Kory, Roy, etc., but let’s go with Kon for this scenario)

You would whine insistently when she hands you the panties and instructs you to keep them on but one firm look your way has you pouting but pulling the panties on under your dress.

For the first hour, it’s not so bad. The vibrations are kept on low and you could easily tune them out while you’re at the club and grinding up on Kon.

But when a stranger starts being overly flirty with you, you could feel the vibrations kick up a notch and it took all your willpower to stammer out an apology and stumble out of the club, with the Kryptonian in tow.

Kon pushes you up against an alley a few blocks away, smashing his lips onto yours and grinding his hips into yours. You moan as you could feel your wetness soak your panties and drip onto his jeans, and your whining intensifies as Kon moves from your lips to nibble at your neck.

“I know princess,” he hushes you, arms firmly keeping you planted against the wall. “I know what that slutty cunt of yours needs. But Oracle gave me strict instructions to not get you off. But she didn’t say I can have my own fun with you.”

Which lead you to having your legs wrapped around his waist, nails digging into the supple leather of his jacket as he thrusts his thick length into you.

“Kon, p-please,” you whimper, overwhelmed by how well he was hitting your g-spot.

He grins at you, mouth opening to respond, but was cut to the chase.

“Aw, what do we have here?” You both turn to see Tim at the entrance of the alleyway, and you flash puppy dog eyes at the vigilante.

“T-tim, please, please let me cum,” you beg as he steps towards you, the whites of his domino mask hiding the mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

“As much as I want to help you, Barbara gave us explicit instructions not to give into you, no matter how hard you beg.” His gaze lingers on your chest, on how your tits were bouncing within the confines of your dress.

You're gave a frustrated growl in return, looking up at the wall behind the two men to see a camera pointed directly at you. No doubt it was Barbara who was behind that lens. So you decided to take advantage of it.

“Please, miss,” you whine, biting your lip and flashing a sultry look at the camera. “Please let me cum. I-I’m sorry for disappointing you. I-shit I promise I’ll be a good girl.” You could feel your walls start to clench around Konner’s cock inside you, teetering on the edge of bliss.

Tim hums before tracing a hand down below to rub slow circles over your throbbing bud. “Babs said..she thinks that you can come, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to be done when you get back to her place.”

And with that, you explode, waves of pleasure overwhelming you. The two men before you help you through it, never ceasing their moments until Kon’s thrusts become sloppy as his own orgasm courses through him.

They pull back and help you regain your balance on your feet before turning you to face the fall and bend you in half before gripping your ass cheeks and pulling them apart, undoubtedly showing off your abused pussy to Barbara. You could feel the cocktail of your releases trail down your thigh, and all you wanted was for Barbara to clean it up, to lick you clean until you’re cumming once again on her tongue.

“Fuck,” says Tim, as he circles a finger around your hole, and you twitch in their hold. “Such a pretty sight.”

Kon hums in agreement. “She sure is. You guys are so lucky to have her.” He pauses as he helps you stand up once more. “Now, let’s go. You know how Oracle doesn’t like tardiness.”

#barbara gordon #barbara gordon smut #tim drake #kon-el #kon-el smut #conner kent #conner kent smut #konner kent #konner kent smut #tim drake smut #unholy verse #julia.writes

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marenwithanm · 2 years ago

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Well, if you're giving me the chance @telemna-hyelle , I might as well spice it up this time with some ✨memes✨

(ask game is based on @bllaaaaarrgh 's post about each lu link's competency level based on their ability to play their games)

For this I will tag @literallink :) ♥️

Sky: does not have the hand-eye coordination or spacial reasoning for any of this he's stuck in an area you're not supposed to get stuck in bc he forgot he can look up. Someone help him lol

Wild: very good with fights and shrines, and he enjoys them, but with literally everything else he gets choice paralysis and gives up.

Twilight: so... The portal kind of left him behind. Yeah he's still in ordon village. He's not complaining cuz he likes it there, but whoopsie lol (in fact I have not gotten past the opening to twilight princess)

Warrior: (haven't actually played og Hyrule warriors, but the gameplay is practically identical to age of calamity so we're going with that.) Warriors is just utterly flawless in combat. He can pull of combos, kill all enemies quickly, you name it. He says this is all fair and square, but it's really just universal favoritism (hw's combat is way easier than traditional Zelda games')

Wind: poor guy has even less coordination than sky. At least sky can jump gaps without veering to the side out of nowhere and missing entirely. He's alright at fighting, but it's pretty clear he's just flailing around and hoping it hits something (spam pressing b)

Time: my guy simply cannot swim. He just can't, it doesn't work out for him. Otherwise he's chilling. Give him a sword and a shield and he's practically untouchable

Legend: dies nearly as often as Hyrule, but doesn't have convenient restore point abilities like Hyrule so it sucks a little bit more. Not only that, but poor guy is constantly lost at all times, he's got no idea where he is or how to solve this puzzle girl help (admittedly, I'm pretty good with oracle games and albw, but I'm horrendous at alttp and triforce heros so I went with the funnier option)

Four: he is so incredibly slow. He has to think so so hard about each move he makes because (Maren played minish cap on an emulator on her phone and the buttons are all touchscreen and therefore so easy to press the wrong one) the colors are constantly wrestling for control in the middle of battle. He's pushing through it, his 3 bottles of lon lon milk help, but it's a struggle to move beyond glacier speeds.

(cw: depiction of injury)

Hyrule: has died during every single battle, BUT he just reloads his restore point and everything is fiiine. Just tanks hits while doing as much damage as possible until he wins. On the plus side, he's pretty efficient with conserving magic

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atwas-meme-ing · 2 years ago

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BOTW's Confusing Timeline

First off, please take everything I'm about to say with a grain of salt. BOTW is the only Zelda game I've ever beaten, and I only just beat it a couple of days ago, with a 38.something% completion. (And even at that, I don't think I could have gotten the true ending. Zelda asked if Link remembered her, and I doubt he did, because I was still missing 3 memories). A large majority of my understanding of the history of Hyrule comes from the Zelda Encyclopedia, Hyrule Historia, and stuff online. I could have everything wrong.

I've been trying to figure out which timeline BOTW probably fits into the best, and I'm pretty sure it must be the Triumphant Child Link timeline. Here's why:

Bokos

First, there's the existence of bokoblins. I did a quick google search, and bokos appear in the following games:

Skyward Sword takes place before anything else. According to Hyrule Historia, both Wind Waker and Twilight Princess take place in the Triumphant Hero timeline. Bokos, then, do not appear in the Defeated Hero timeline. So BOTW and TOTK must not be in the Defeated Hero timeline.

So, as sad as it makes me to say it, I don't believe we will see Lorule appear in TOTK. (So don't ask me how Ravio's hood ended up in BOTW. I suppose Ravio must have existed in this timeline, as well, just in a different capacity than how he appears in LBW.) I wish we could- the Dark World would be just so. darned. AWESOME! in an open-world adventure. But I doubt it will happen.

2. Witches

Another point against the idea that BOTW could have been in the Defeated Hero timeline is the absence of witches. To my knowledge, witches appear mostly in the Defeated Hero timeline (Maple in the Oracle games, Irene in LBW, the old crones that fix up potions in LTTP and Link's Awakening). Now, I know Koume and Kotake appear in Majora, but while I haven't finished Majora, I feel like it should be considered an outlier, since it takes place in Termina instead of Hyrule (and besides, it's the same twin witches from OOT).

If there are witches in other timelines, I either haven't found them or don't remember them.

3. Ritos

The Ritos are descendants of the Zora, and Zoras don't exist after Wind Waker. (Also, Ritos don't appear in the Defeated Hero timeline.) It doesn't make much sense, then, for BOTW to take place after Wind Waker, because how did the Zora just magically reappear after they'd gone extinct?

BUT, I see no reason why the Zora and the Rito couldn't coexist in BOTW if it follows Twilight Princess. Just because the flooding of Hyrule spurred the Zora to evolve into the Rito in Wind Waker, that doesn't mean that the Rito couldn't have spontaneously arisen as their own culture in the Child Link timeline. All that would have had to happen would be for a few Ritos to be born all at about the same time (possibly due to a freak genetic mutation in the Zora gene pool a few centuries ago?), decide that they just didn't fit into the Zora's water world, and split off to form their own nation.

There really isn't any reason they can't coexist.

4. Koholit Island

This island drove me crazy for the longest time. How can Koholit be real in BOTW when it was nothing but the Wind Fish's dream?

I have 2 theories for this:

Theory 1: The Wind Fish was given time to awaken and bring the island that it dreamed about to life in the real world.

Theory 2: Someone else, not a Link, landed in the Wind Fish's dream and, after awakening, landed on a very remote, difficult-to-reach island and decided to name it Koholit after the island in the dream. (This same person probably also traveled inland and named Goponga Swamp.)

In either case, it's still unlikely that BOTW takes place in the Defeated Hero timeline.

5. Tears of the Kingdom/Twilight Princess

Twilight Princess is probably the one that I know the least about. I've only played just a very little of it. But my understanding is that Ganondorf was executed, and now in TOTK he's being resurrected. Further, people keep talking about a connection between the Zonai and the Twili, which come from TP, as I understand.

Also, most of the special armor in BOTW comes from Twilight Princess or Ocarina of Time, with the exceptions of the Lobster Shirt (Wind Waker) and Ravio's Hood (Link Between Worlds) (there may be other armor that I don't know about). As I said before, Ravio could have existed in this timeline, just in a different capacity. The same could be said for the people of Outset Island, even though Outset Island doesn't appear to exist in BOTW, at least not under that name.

6. The Big Reason Why BOTW Could Actually Be in the Adult Link Timeline

Simply put, it's because the Hero of Time is frequently mentioned in BOTW. And if this game does take place in the Child Link timeline, how would anyone know about the Hero of Time? The whole point of the Child Link timeline is that Link erased the events that happened in OOT, isn't it?

Well, I actually do have a tentative theory about that, too...

7. A Connection Between the Timelines?

Somehow or other, BOTW is a reconvergence of the 3 timelines. Or at least of the Triumphant Child and Adult Link timelines.

Most of the armor and items are references to either OOT or TP. But they mention the Hero of Time. And there's the Lobster Island shirt. And the Ritos. And the Koroks (whoops! almost forgot them!), who also only appeared in Wind Waker, and there is really no reason for the Kokiri to have turned into the Koroks in the Child Link timeline. And there's Koholit Island and Ravio's Hood, which both come from the Defeated Hero timeline, which, as I've said over and over, isn't likely to be BOTW's timeline.

In other words, BOTW covers every timeline. Especially if you look at the DLC.

Flip over to the Tears of the Kingdom trailers (at the time I'm writing this, TOTK is less than 2 weeks away), and it is filled with references to Wind Waker. There's a boat that looks very much like the King of Red Lions, the inside of Hyrule Castle looks exactly as it does in Wind Waker, and there's some kind of a dragon in a tornado. Meanwhile, people who know more about Twilight Princess than I do have noticed lots of TP references.

So. Is TOTK going to converge the Wind Waker and Twilight Princess timelines? Were the EX treasure chests, with their references to the Heroes of Time, of Wind, and of Twilight, a hint or a foreshadowing of this upcoming convergence?

I guess we'll find out in a couple of weeks, huh?

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baronetcoins · 1 year ago

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what does the spotify oracle tell us about 28 or 76?

[send me a number 1-100 and i will try to write a short drabble based off whatever song that corresponds to in my spotify wrapped]

76: Jubilee Line by Wilbur Soot

I hate to see you leaving Fate worse than dying Your city gave me asthma So that's why I'm fucking leaving

The treaty ink was well and properly dried, carefully folded away in the archives of state. Montjoy had carried it there himself—the last man trusted by both sides. He pulled his tabbard off and folded it neatly on his bed. He'd leave it behind to give his successor something to wear until they could find their own. His fingers traced the embroidered lilies. Would the man that followed him quarter them with the lions?

"Are you going somewhere?" Henry spoke from the door of the room.

"Your majesty." He inclined his head, but did not turn around. Henry stalked forward.

"You've tendered your resignation."

"Yes." Their bodies were close together—his was a small room, and Henry had a way of making himself known. Unbidden his mind summoned an image of how he'd been standing with the princess—her hand in his, their lips almost touching. He stiffened.

"What will you do? Montjoy, King-of-Arms, turned what?" Henry's voice was carefully measured, his hand hovering somewhere near Montjoy's.

"Buy a farm, maybe. Become one of those vintners we have been missing for so long."

"Montjoy—"

"Please." When Henry reached for his hand, he caught it. "I've served the crown for most of my life. Perhaps most of yours. I cannot bear to watch."

"I have no malice against your throne."

"Not that. You. I don't think I could bear to watch your life from away. I thought I would see you die on that field." He squeezed Henry's hand. "I thought that would be the end of it, and I would have nothing but the story of a good king. I'm tired."

"You wouldn't have to be away. I could find a home for you in my court."

He shook his head faintly. "I can't."

"Then offer me this before you go?" Henry reached for his chin, standing up on his toes. He kissed Montjoy once, pressing their foreheads together, and then letting him step past. Montjoy picked up his borrowed hood and slid it over his head.

"Thanks to your majesty." He turned as he grabbed his pack from the door.

"Go in peace, gentle herald."

#ask the baronet #my writing #spotify wrapped ask game #henry v 1989 #it's been too long I think readers of my writing should live in fear of my angst again #hit me with more of these! it's fun!#... perhaps a bit more than a drabble. this one got away from me. and may even make it to ao3 later

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littlesparklight · 2 years ago

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Because I'm incapable of seeing something that's shitty about Perseus without adding to my might-one-day-be Perseus fic, have some Polydektes;

Polydektes eyed his scribe, leaning forward and practically stabbing his hand towards the unfolded wax tablet in the man's hand.

"Well? What does it say?" He'd waited long enough for some upper hand, some way to proceed that didn't mean he'd have to do something so gauche as break into his brother's house with an armed contingent to escort his 'guest' out for her nuptials.

Guest, hah! Guesting anyone for nearly two decades by now would pale belief even among the most generous of hosts, and yet that was what his brother insisted the lovely Danae was, and what she insisted she was, nothing more, nothing less. And to be true, he did believe his brother hadn't made a concubine of the woman, despite that she was no less beautiful now than when she'd arrived on their island sixteen years ago. The woman was flawless, like a goddess among her mortal brethren, a single flower in an otherwise empty field of plain grass. She claimed she had a father who was alive and must be consulted before she married, yet refused to name him. Claimed she was a princess, and wouldn't willingly be made anyone's concubine, that it was an insult beyond life, and yet, again, she refused to name her supposed king - 'as long as my honourable and generous host is willing to keep me in his house'.

And his brother, his stupid, ridiculous, exhausting brother, had of course never wavered in his hospitality. His wife Clymene had, too, been frustratingly impeccable, apparently impervious to jealousy as well as bribery.

Now, none of that would matter any longer. Nearly three weeks ago, at the Festival of New Wine, he'd managed to approach his brother, Clymene, and the lovely Danae with her son without immediately being spotted, and overheard a most useful snatch of information. A clue to who Danae's father might be, as she'd spoken, with a quiet, aching sort of nostalgia that only made her lovelier and made him want to keep her so distracted in his bed her loveliness wouldn't yet be married by it, that she missed how Argos looked at this time of year. He'd been spotted moments later, pretending to no knowledge of what he'd overheard, but had sent a letter to the king of Argos only a couple days later.

If Danae was indeed the daughter of a king, and it was Argos she came from, unless she'd been married to the king of Argos but in that case he'd surely be directed to however her father was, he would now have what he needed to make Danae marry him. He was sure of it. The scribe cleared his throat, swallowing heavily as his gaze flicked between the tablet and Polydektes, finally bobbing his head.

"'My scepter bearing brother of Seriphos, greetings. Danae is indeed my daughter, born of my wife Eurydike and I, son of Abas. You have my permission to marry my daughter, taking your joy of her. The only bride price I would demand is that if she came to your island with a boy, who would have been about three years of age at the time, you have him killed, and kill any further sons you have by your new wife. The only reason I consigned my daughter to the elements to arrive at your island was due to an oracle, and I'm not about to risk it being fulfilled after it's finally being averted, by your gracious hand.' That's the end of the message, my lord."

Polydektes smiled, smacking the butt of the sceptre into the floor, ignoring his scribe and his pale-faced tension. The man was weak of stomach, but loyal.

Kill the boy?

Something he'd already been planning to do, though since Perseus had showed himself to be stronger than regular men when he'd been no more than twelve, the seemingly easy task had been decidedly more complicated since then. Being that strong, he was surely the son of a god - something which his grandfather had notably not mentioned. Perhaps Akrisios thought he would be weak enough to not dare such a deed, if he told the truth?

It couldn't be done simply, by mortals hands, even if they attempted to overwhelm the boy, definitely even stronger now just shy of twenty than he'd been at twelve, but there were other ways. Ways which would ensure the boy's father, if he was indeed a god, would have no reason to come after him, for it wasn't he who would have killed Perseus. And perhaps Perseus was just strong for no reason of divine ancestry, his grandfather putting child and mother in the chest that'd brought them to Serifos not for fear of the potentially divine father, but having enough conscience to not wish to kill kin directly.

It didn't matter. Whether Perseus' strength came from a divine father or merely blessed luck of human excellence, he'd take no chance. He'd simply find a way to trick the boy into some deed or another that'd be sure to kill him, and since he needed to plan for a wedding no matter what, he knew exactly how to go about it.

And if the old king of Argos thought he'd kill any sons he might get from the lovely Danae, he was gravely mistaken, whatever that oracle was. But then, what Akrisios wasn't told and wouldn't find out - until it was too late, if at all - wouldn't hurt him. Chuckling, Polydektes dismissed his scribe. Finally, this would be put to an end. Sixteen years after Danae's arrival, ten years of fruitless courting.

He'd show her what the place of a woman was, and she would come to enjoy it, for the life he could give her was no mean one. And she'd have new children, in time, to make up for the loss of her first one, ill-begotten as Perseus surely had been, no matter his father.

#greek mythology #polydectes #perseus #danae #those last two by mention only #lightart

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cats-inthe-cradle · 1 year ago

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LoZ is pulling me back in

I'm making my own Links meet au. There's gonna be 13 of them. Why do I do this to myself someone pls send help.

BotW/TotK Link is probably gonna be the oldest. Has to take care of all these traumatized 17-year-olds whilst dealing with his own trauma yay

Anyways list of the Links I'm doing under the cut:

First - based of the first hero, very much inspired by @/ovegakart 's First Link

Skyward Sword Link

Minish Cap & Four Swords I might combine into one and/or just ignore one of those games entirely, idk yet

Ocarina of Time + Majora's Mask Link

ALttP + Link's Awakening

Oracle of Seasons + Ages

ALBW + Tri Force Heroes

LoZ + AoL

Twilight Princess

Hyrule Warriors

Wind Waker + Phantom Hourglass

Spirit Tracks

BotW +TotK

Anndd yeah that's about it. I was originally gonna do less but...yeah idk I guess I just like torturing myself. I was originally gonna combine ALttP, LA, and the Oracle games all as one Link, but then I thought it'd be fun to have Oracle be his own individual Link who's only adventures involve him getting teleported to a strange land with no warning, meanwhile the previous Link is currently missing (re: experiencing Koholint). So ALttP/LA and Oracle Link are gonna end up existing at the same time (listen if we can have two Zeldas at once we can have two Links at once). Anyways, might tweak the list above more as I go, we shall see.

Time to go research a bunch of Zelda games :'D

#loz #loz link #links meet au #im...not gonna tag for all those games shfhsj #cradle stuff #cradle talks #cradle aus #feel free to ask about this ig #:P

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sunnie-angel · 1 month ago

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everybody say thank you to for feeding us so well, and it’s only the first day of kinktober! honey i am climbing through your window and shaking you by the shoulders because this was soooo yummy. jason trying to be a good boyfriend and not let it get too far only to have things immediately escalate. him trying to be conscientious but also really into fucking you raw? this was a three course meal

He's eager to beat you home, ready to make you dinner and heavily intent on wining and dining you after a long weekend of missing each other.

he just wants to be a good boyfriend soooo bad

Later, he'll be ashamed that the first thing that comes to mind is, not another fucking postponement.

jason feeling guilty about things he really doesn't have to, but it's really cute that it's about worrying about your date night

"You tell Ivy if anything happens to my girl, I'll make sure she's next."

one word: hot

This string that twines him to you isn't new. It wears signs of age, shows the years in the way his fingers reach for yours in the early moments of his day, the turn of your eyes to his in any room.

i'm a real sucker for invisible string stories and i love how it's not shiny and new but rather something familiar and comforting

A veritable sword over his crown, this almost seems expected.

i just love the imagery

He'll have to ask Oracle later if second-hand exposure to the toxin is supposed to have an effect on him.

baby i'm pretty sure that's just your reaction to reader but go ahead and blame it on the toxin lol

You've quietened down some since he'd gotten his fingers in your mouth, but the heat seems to have returned with a vengeance when you begin to fuss in his lap again.

brain melting out of my ears

"No, don't take it off,"

squirming in my seat

When you come once more, it shatters and he's aware of the stain that's bled into the dark denim on his thigh, a stickiness that's smeared between your thighs.

jason's not even the one that's coming and he's the one that's getting all hazy

"I'll, um," he rasps out, throat dry, "I'll pull out."

sure jan

"Wake me when 's ready," is your answer, tone somehow managing a prissiness unexpected of someone who'd just been fucked to within an inch of their life, and he drops his head back into the pillows, incredulous.

oh pillow princess behaviour for sure 😚 but after that reader deserves a little nap

ᯓ★ ONE. OCTOBER 1 | FUCK OR DIE

GOT ME CALLING OUT FOR HELP (S-O-S) [3.8k]

in retrospect, it was only a matter of time before you got hit. you should consider yourself lucky — there are worse fates than being fucked like your life depends on it (it’s gotham. of course it does) or: you get hit and jason deals with the fallout

content warnings. f!reader, dubious consent due to intoxication, chemical aphrodisiac, established relationship, dry humping, fingering, penetrative sex, begging, unprotected sex, creampie, prevention of pulling out.

ⓘ minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact, you will be blocked!

It goes like this:

On a monday evening, Pamela fucking Isley decides to take her quarrel with Gotham's newest weapons company – God, could they fucking give it a break? B had only busted the last one a few weeks ago before they'd brought the city down on everyone – to new heights.

Jason's sitting in traffic with a bag of groceries slung around the handle of his bike when he gets the call. He's eager to beat you home, ready to make you dinner and heavily intent on wining and dining you after a long weekend of missing each other.

His fingers tap against his thighs impatiently, impatience sitting beneath his skin like an itch. Spikes of activity during the week had meant his plans for Friday night – dinner and a deserved night off – had been pushed to the backburner. He'd returned home in the early stillness of dawn, unable to get more than a couple of hours with you before your phone had rung, a friend's emergency pulling you out of bed with an apologetic grimace and a promise to reschedule your date night.

The headset in his ear notifies him of an incoming call, the syllables of your name dulled by the clinical, robotic voice of his phone's intelligence system. His mouth curves up into a smile beneath his helmet.

"Hi, baby," he answers immediately. "I'm on my way home, you need anything? I just left the store but I can go back–"

You cut him off in a tight voice. Later, he'll be ashamed that the first thing that comes to mind is, not another fucking postponement. Now, his brows furrow at your tone, stomach dipping uncertainly when it becomes clear that this is something more serious.

Your voice wobbles, high-pitched and tearful. At the same time, the dash on his bike begins to flash in rapid succession, the paging system he'd installed for the bats to communicate with him glaring back at him, blood red.

ORACLE: CHEMICAL LEAK DOWNTOWN. BATS + R.ROBIN EN ROUTE. ALL UNITS STANDBY.

His dread plummets and for a moment his throat closes over. You're speaking to him but he struggles to make it out through the ringing in his ears.

"Jason, I'm – I'm home but I don't – I don't know what to do."

He bites back a curse and tries to swallow the lump in his throat, grappling for words of comfort.

"It's okay," he soothes, straining to keep his voice level. "Listen, sweetheart, can you go lock the door for me? I'm – shit – I'll be home soon, alright? It'll be okay. We'll fix it."

He doesn't give himself time to linger on the call after you confirm you've locked it, barking out a command to dial Oracle that his system fails to pick up twice, only registering after he steadies himself.

She picks up on the third ring. It irritates him how unfazed she sounds when he explains the situation to her. He hears the click of her keyboard in the background, the hum of her monitors. Each passing second as she patches through to Nightwing is agony and the slow crawl of traffic does little to help.

His leg has begun to jostle the bike with the weight of its shaking when she returns to their call.

"You're not going to like this," she says and he feels the bile rising in his throat.

"What." He grits it out through his teeth, unable to manage much more than that. He hears Oracle sigh.

"Looks like an aphrodisiac," she says clinically. "Her plan was to get them caught compromised enough to lose credit publicly."

"Oracle." She hears his growl for what it is – Tell me whether or not it's over.

"It's non-lethal," she affirms and he sighs harshly. The tightness in his chest loosens ever so slightly as she talks. "Ivy let it off near city hall because most of the shareholders were scheduled to hold a meeting – that's where your girl works, right? Alf's working on an antidote but she should be relatively fine until it's ready. Just – keep an eye on her."

Tim joins the line then and Jason startles at the sound of his voice in his ear.

"I don't know what the fuck she wanted to achieve," the boy grumbles. He's a little out of breath and in any other situation, Jason would have something to say about that. Tonight, he's not in the mood for jokes.

"Red," he barks out. The kid makes a distracted noise, and he can hear the sounds of a scuffle on the other end. "You tell Ivy if anything happens to my girl, I'll make sure she's next."

He doesn't wait to hear what's sure to be a non-committal answer at best, kicking off and veering between the lined up vehicles. There's an outroar from the drivers around him, laying on their car horns. Someone pokes their head out of their window to scream at him.

He hears none of it, the blood rushing in his ears keeping him single-minded.

This string that twines him to you isn't new. It wears signs of age, shows the years in the way his fingers reach for yours in the early moments of his day, the turn of your eyes to his in any room. He's seen a few summers with you at his side but the fear –

Blood, coagulating, the cold brush of death, splintered wood beneath nails and a haunting smile

– the fear never stagnates.

A bitter, resigned shard of him breathes out as he speeds through the streets. A veritable sword over his crown, this almost seems expected. Loathing colours the skyline and he, the fool, to think he could hold this one, precious, beloved thing unscathed.

He forgoes the groceries in his haste, leaving the bags in his haste to throw himself up the stairs and out of the parking garage. Pulse thundering in his ears, sweat coating his palms, he scrabbles with the key to your shared apartment.

The door flies open and a hand is grabbing him by the front of his shirt before he can slot it through the lock.

You, wild-eyed and frantic, pull him inside with a bitten off sob.

"Shh, shh, I'm here, come here."

He kicks the door shut, reaching behind him to flip the locks with one hand. The other curls you protectively to his chest, fingers splaying over your back. The sight of you calms him considerably and he chokes out a stuttered breath, the lump in his throat dissolving to give way for a flood of relief.

You're burning in his arms, the thin undershirt you've got on soaked through with sweat, face glowing with perspiration. Eyebrows knitted, you cling to him tighter and he finds himself making noises of comfort.

"Jason, I –"

"Shh. I know, honey, I know," he murmurs, pressing his forehead against yours. Your eyes are tearful, salt spilling over lashes and rolling down your cheeks. "Come on, let's get you to lie down."

"No," you whine, pitching miserably as he shuffles the both of you towards your bedroom, face creasing with every movement. "Hurts."

"I know," he whispers, hating the way his voice cracks. His eyes burn painfully. "'ll get you a towel, alright?"

You're deposited on the bed and he makes a turn for the bathroom, wetting a cloth. When he enters the bedroom again you've pushed yourself up, kneeling on the bed. You've shed the pants you'd worn earlier, left now in only and undershirt and your underwear. His name falls from your lips pitifully and he steps forward, lips turning down into a commiserating frown.

You shy away from the cloth when he presses it against your forehead, letting out a hiss as it makes contact with your burning skin. He brings a hand to the nape of your neck and you seem to like that much better, sighing under his touch. Jason takes advantage of this to keep you in place, mopping the sweat off your face and neck, trying his best not to give into your dissatisfied squirming.

"I know, I'm an asshole," he mutters, when you cry out his name, displeasure making itself clear on your face. "Get better so you can yell at me for it, alright?"

"Don't wanna – yell at you," you mumble, wetting your lips as they part.

He clocks the dilation of your pupils a little too late and shakes his head adamantly, trying to draw back but you've got a hold of his shirt, pulling him forward. He catches himself with a hand agains the headboard, a knee pressing into the mattress beneath him.

You stare up at him, mouth turning down into a pained grimace.

"C'mon honey," he mutters, pleading, feeling his face flood with warmth. "Don't do this to me. Be good, you'll be alright, okay? Any minute they're gonna call and tell me Alf's got an antidote ready – shit, maybe we should just drive you there now -"

"No," you sob, face crumpling under the weight of your tears again, pushing up on your knees to fling your arms around his shoulders. The effort of the movement makes you stutter out a gasp and he's forced to band an arm around your waist to steady the both of you.

Your tears wet the skin of his neck, your body pressed flush against his. He becomes aware, regrettably, of the skin beneath his fingers, your undershirt having ridden up to expose the softness of your lower back.

"Please," you hiccup into his shoulder. "Please, Jason – Please."

He'll have to ask Oracle later if second-hand exposure to the toxin is supposed to have an effect on him. At the touch of your chest to his, he feels himself warm all over, mouth drying when you begin to keen, arching up into his touch in an effort to get him to do something.

"Fuck," he curses. "Fuck. Alright, just – come here."

He kicks his shoes off, the sneakers clattering against the floor, and crawls onto the bed properly. Sat up against the headboard, he meets your baleful gaze with a raised brow and reaches for you.

Jason shakes his head when you go to straddle his lap, maneuvering you against his chest until your back rests against it. You let out a whimper, displeased, but he shakes his head.

"This is all you're getting, alright? Just – it'll tide you over until they call."

He spreads your legs until they hang over his own, your thighs bracketing his and leaving you open. His blood thunders in his ears, hand trembling as he reaches it up to your mouth, fingers prodding at the soft plush of your lips.

Your tongue laves at his digits, a muffled moan trapped in the recesses of your throat. One of your hands curls around his wrist, the other perching against his thigh, nails curling against the fabric of his jeans. He can feel you shift against him, hips canting ever so slightly over his own.

Awful, wretched, lecherous, he stiffens under the movement, jeans tightening. His free hand wraps around you hip with the intent of pinning you in place and stopping you. Somehow, he finds himself guiding you back and forth instead.

You tip your head back against his shoulder, baring the soft line of your throat as you drool around his fingers. He can feel the wetness pooling around his knuckles, the softness of your ass against him, separated only by a few layers. If he cranes his neck, he'll probably find your panties sticky with your need. The thought alone makes his eyes flutter.

The room is blanketed in muffled whimpers, the whispers of rustling sheets and his shaky breaths. You've quietened down some since he'd gotten his fingers in your mouth, but the heat seems to have returned with a vengeance when you begin to fuss in his lap again. Your fingers dig into his thigh and you whine, tugging at his wrist in an effort to push his hand where you need it most.

He hushes you with a squeeze to your hip and tips your face to meet his. Bleary eyed, silvery tracks smattered across your cheeks, you're struggling to hold on. He lowers his mouth to yours, a chaste kiss that deepens when you part your lips to lick into his mouth.

"Jason, come on."

"No, don't take it off," he whispers when your hands make to tug your underwear off. You whine and he hushes you again, "Shh, I'm going to take care of you, be patient for me, alright?"

He slips his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and watches you shudder at the first swipe. Similarly affected, he feels himself twitch when his fingers make contact with the soft slickness of your flesh, gliding against silken folds.

"Oh," you sigh, sagging slightly into him.

"There you go." He presses a kiss to your sweaty temple, trying to pretend this is just another night together and he's being a loving boyfriend, that you're not delirious with want just because of the toxin running through your bloodstream. "That's my girl."

He presses gentle circles against you, closing his eyes and ghosting his mouth over the curve of your shoulder. The smell of sex is thick in the air, that heady musk and sweat that he could drown in. Your breaths come in pants now as he works you open gently, thumb rolling over your centre.

"Just like that," he rumbles, straining to keep his head on straight. It's difficult, when you arch against him, his name spilling from your lips in adoration coloured mewls. Your arm raises, curling behind you to embrace his neck.

It doesn't take you very long to come, pent up and sensitive – he discovers this when his hand grazes over your chest to stroke your face and you keen so loud he fears he'll come in his pants at the sound, your mouth, bitten raw, dropping open as you moan. A few strokes against your centre and you come apart in his arms, hard. The tremors wrack your body long after the fact, your core pulsing around his fingers.

He, ever the fool, expects this to sate your hunger.

Whatever Ivy's put in her newest concoction is potent. You gather your breath quick enough and it becomes apparent that just the one isn't nearly enough. He's pushed back against the headboard, stunned into silence as you clamber onto his thigh, pawing at him like you can't get close enough.

You struggle with the fabric of his shirt before giving up and any questions he has sputter off into silence when you begin to rock back and forth on him. The denim of his jeans is unforgiving against the thin, sodden material of your underwear, providing a harsh friction that you lose yourself to. He watches, his heart racing, you taking your pleasure for yourself.

It isn't as though you've never done this in front of him – he remembers, blurry, the aftermath of a dinner date that had seen you riding his thigh on the couch, still in your dress.

But this… This feels different.

There's an urgency to this, a franticness running beneath your skin that pushes your hips down harder, more unforgiving. Your face screws up, salt misting your cheeks and neck.

For a moment, Jason almost feels as though he's the one that's been hit. You take on a blurry quality, smudged around the edges like wet paint, wanton, hazy. A gauzy film over his eyes, he blinks, and blinks.

When you come once more, it shatters and he's aware of the stain that's bled into the dark denim on his thigh, a stickiness that's smeared between your thighs. Your panties are ruined and he gulps when he drags his gaze up from between your legs to your face.

Quiet, hungry, you're already staring at him. Your chest heaves with exertion but you remain still otherwise, lips parting in invitation, eyes half-lidded.

"Baby–"

"You said you'd take care of me," you intone beseeching, voice affecting a trembling, delicate quality.

Fuck.

He's never been good at denying you much. Already, he feels the urge to take you into his arms and promise to make it better, but he forces his hand to stay, curling his fingers in the bedsheets.

You crawl forward, until your lips are ghosting over his, eyes swallowing his field of vision until all he can see are the stars in your irises. He feels the

"Jason, please, it still hurts," you whimper quietly, a wounded noise that carves him from the inside out, guilt and shame poisoning his every nerve. He's at war with himself, wanting to ease your pain – he feels responsible for it, in a way – and hesitating similarly. Is this right? Is it okay?

Before he can come up with an answer, you press your mouth to his.

The last of his inhibitions crumbles completely under the plush of your mouth.

He rolls the both of you over, relishing in the gasp you let out, the sight of you splayed against the mattress. He's quick to divest himself of his clothes, tugging his shirt off recklessly, not minding the sound of ripping fabric he vaguely registers hearing. The jeans go next, and his underwear in one, flung to some corner of the bedroom.

Your spit slick mouth curves up into a delighted, drunken smile when he crawls over you, body eclipsing yours with every intent of ravishing you.

Jason holds himself up with one hand, the other reaching to the bedside table and rummaging in the drawer for the box he keeps there. Only, he comes up short and dread dawns over him in a cold wave when he remembers –

He'd used the last of the condoms a few nights ago. It hadn't mattered in the last couple of days, the weekend too busy for the both of you to do much else but curl up next to each other, too exhausted to consider working up a sweat.

"Fuck," he whispers, shaking. "Fuck, baby, there aren't, um…"

Your eyes fill with tears at the unfinished sentence, a hiccuped sob stuttering out of your chest.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he tries to soothe you, a hand smoothing down your face. "I'll just – I'll run to the store, I'll be back before you know it."

"No, please, just–" Watery eyed and upset, you tug him closer as though fearing he'll take off. "I don't care, I don't, I just – I need you, Jason. Please."

He stares at you, heart thundering in his ears. "Fuck you without –"

"Need you now," you whimper, lips tugging down pitifully into a pout that cuts through his chest.

It isn't as though this is his first time fucking you raw –

Tipsy laughter, hushed whispers of it's fine, just once, we'll get the morning after pill.

– but still. This is different, another ballpark entirely.

You stare up at him, desperation in every crease and curve of your face, pleading with him. Too far gone to care, you beg him.

"I'll, um," he rasps out, throat dry, "I'll pull out."

You make some sort of noise that sounds like a vague affirmation, tugging him closer hastily. Poor, pretty girl. His chest aches at the sight of you, needy, looking to him to fix it.

"I'll fix it," he finds himself muttering, lining himself up with your entrance. You've similarly taken to murmuring under your breath, hands carding through his hair, devotion in your every touch.

"Need you so bad, please, please, baby."

The slick that smears against his head, the soft warmth of you, nearly makes his eyes roll back into his head. A drawn out whimper spills from your lips at the press of his hips, the first inches of him pushing into your tight heat.

You sink into the mattress as he notches himself further inside, mouth opening. You paint an obscene picture, your lips bitten raw, naked chest arched. He lowers his head to mouth at your nipples, teeth teasing at the sensitive points. You're warm, so warm beneath him – around him.

He's given only a moment to breathe before you push your hips up, impatient. Fucking yourself against him, your fingers dig into the muscle of his back for leverage, tucking him close enough to you that he brushes against your neck and tastes the salt on your skin.

Jason sets a harried pace, bucking forward against you. You begin to cry out again, every resounding slap of his skin against yours drawing out a moan that curls tight around him and presses down on his stomach. You exchange panted breaths between open mouthed kisses, tongues and teeth clashing messily, muffled pleas that beg for more, more, more.

Filthy, debauched, it doesn't take very long for you to approach your peak. Jason, lost in the wetness of your cunt, feels his own building and knows this is a dangerous game he's playing, toeing the line of recklessness.

"Close," he pants, feeling the tell-tale fluttering of you around him, your orgasm imminent. If he can just hold out until he's gotten you there –

Your legs wrap around him, hold so tight he's not able to do much more than rock against you in desperate, quick rolls of his hips.

"Inside," you warble. Your hands come to cradle his head, coaxing him down to kiss you, licking up into his mouth sweetly, teeth catching on his bottom lip. "Mmh, please, baby? Please? I – Jason – want it so bad, need you inside."

"Oh fuck," he gasps, voice hitching, breath stuttering. His face creases, overcome, and you grin, dazed, drunken, pulling him into another sloppy kiss. What's he to do?

You scream into his mouth at the same time that Jason comes. His vision whitens at the sensation of your pulsing heat, the unforgiving tightening that demands his orgasm. His fingers dig into the soft flesh at your hips, burying himself to the hilt and surrendering to your claim.

Warm and wet around him, the evidence of his debauchery coats the inside of your thighs and clings to the base of him. He's light-headed, a little winded, and it takes him a moment to gather his sensibilities. When he looks down, he finds you a boneless puddle beneath him, eyelids fluttering tiredly.

He should pull out. He knows he ought to – but he's broken so many rules, what's another? Jason gathers you in his arms and rolls over gently, tucking you against his chest, a hand skimming up and down the length of your spine comfortingly.

"Fuck," he whispers out into the air, and you murmur atop him. He glances down, meeting your bleary eyes. "Y'just had to go and get caught in that crossfire, huh?"

"N'my fault," you grumble, pressing your face back into his chest.

"Gonna give me a heart attack," he grumbles, dropping a kiss to your crown. Then, with a look over at the bedside table, he jostles you a bit. "Hey. Don't fall asleep. We still have to get you the antidote."

This girl would be the death of him.

first kinktober 2024 fic let's go!! i genuinely didn't think i was going to be able to commit to kinktober this year (i'm still nervous about whether i'll be able to) because finals are literally just around the corner and i'm stressing. but hopefully you enjoyed the first installment to this year's kinktober and the coming ones don't disappoint, either!

#jason todd x reader #fic rec #jasonsmirrorball's kinktober 2024 #nsft

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timbrrwolfe · 2 years ago

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Just a little mainline Zelda game tier list. Figured I'd make it now for posterity as I intend to (eventually, at some point) play through more of the series, and I wanted to have a record of where stuff stood in my mind before playing. TL;DR I have a bias for both 2D zeldas and newer games in general. Longer explanations under the cut for anybody who wants to read my ramblings

The Oracles games are my favorites, with Ages being one of the first games I ever beat, especially without cheating (though I did use a game guide. Miss those things, honestly. Online walkthroughs just aren't the same). Breath of the Wild does a lot of things right but there are some things that very much annoy me (weapon degradation being the main issue that some of the other issues kind of have their roots in), but overall it's a pretty good time. Ignore that I'm technically about halfway through it and still want to finish it before Tears of the Kingdom comes out even though I don't expect to get that right away (because money). Link to the Past is the only other one I've actually played at length, and despite never finishing it, it was a pretty good time. I don't know if it's a good or bad thing that I played the GBA port. Just not quite as good as the others, though it's been a few years since I played it so maybe I'll replay it before I redo the tier list. TotK does look interesting, and while it still keeps the weapon degradation it's got some stuff to mitigate that (hopefully), so I'm definitely interested in getting it. Link Between Worlds is very much on my radar but that's gonna require me to pick up (ideally) a New 3DS/XL(LL) since my own 3DS XL broke years back and I missed it at the time. Minish Cap has been on my list for a while, and I even played a little bit of it but got distracted and haven't gone back to it. Still, I expect if I give it a proper chance I'll enjoy it, and I intend to do that some point soon. Link to the Past I also wanna get to, though I'm not sure which version I'll do. Maybe I'll get the Switch version and play through the OG first to see how it compares.

Windwaker honestly probably should be in the middle haven't played tier, on further reflection. I haven't played it but honestly I've seen a lot of it played so I don't think it would hold my attention to play through it myself. Also it seems like a refinement of OoT and MM which is both good and bad. Twilight Princess through Spirit Tracks I don't know a ton about but what I've seen of gameplay or heard about them haven't really appealed much to me. The Four Swords Adventures games I basically know nothing about, and Triforce Quest I know even less about.

It's a bit disingenuous to say I haven't played some of the games in the final tier, but I definitely haven't put much time into them. I gave OoT something like 20 minutes years after it's initial release but I think I missed the boat on how stunning it was to have huge 3D environments after years of smaller 2D games. So without that aspect of spectacle the gameplay didn't grab me much in the short time I spent with it. Maybe if I had played it alongside, for instance, Banjo Tooie, I'd feel differently about it (since I enjoy Banjo Tooie a lot despite being similar games outside of the tones and details) Majora's Mask is basically just more of Ocarina of Time, with a more sinister atmosphere. So, similar issues, with the added obstacle for me in that it's a game with a countdown, which give me hives. I've also seen at least parts of these games played so it's not like I have 0 idea what they're like. Having said that I'm not completely closed off to the idea of playing certain versions of the games. (Unofficial PC port of OoT, 3DS remakes of both) Zelda 2 I gave about 10 minutes, had no idea what i was supposed to be doing, and never went back to it. The OG is a similar story. Plus, as I said, I am very biased against older games in general. I don't play games to overcome difficulty (if it's fun I'll push through a challenge until I beat it but a lot of older games are hard without being fun. So.)

Just my personal thoughts on the series. I like certain kinds of things and not other things.

#Timbrr plays games #Timbrr plays LoZ #not sure how much use that tag'll get but #Timbrr rambles #Timbrr does tier lists

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purpledemoncosplay · 4 years ago

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All dressed up for the wedding...forever...

Photos by B.M. Gohra Photography/ardeleesi

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, FFXV

Katsucon 2018

#lunafreya cosplay #lunafreya nox fleuret #lunafreya #lunafreya nox fleuret cosplay #ffxv cosplay #ffxv #I'd like to wear wedding Luna again someday #Brooke's work is so magical I feel amazing about all the photos from this shoot #makes me miss my oracle princess

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thinking-about-writing-mm · 2 years ago

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Chapter 10

Title: Those Evil Ways

Pairing: OT7 x Y/N (female reader)

Genre: supernatural au, slow-burn, medical, fluff, angst, smut, war

Word count: ~6 900

Characters: (Demons!BTS) Namjoon/Corson, Jin/Agares, Yoongi/Baal, Hoseok/Alastor, Jimin/Aamon, Jungkook/Mammon, Taehyung/Gaap, human reader (with special abilities later in the story)

Warnings: more development (we're getting to the culmination finally), making out, straddling, some grinding, fluff, a short mention of war planning (like just a few sentences), angst here and there, confusion everywhere for everyone because things are starting to finally make some sense – if I have missed something please send a pigeon 😅❤️

Summary: Y/N is a third-year medical student going through life like others do. On one unfortunate night she gets in unexpected contact with otherworldly beings who drag her into their world of violence, war and fight for power.

Author's notes: TAGLIST OPEN. It's me yet again coming to you with a new chapter. :) This time I managed to post it faster because I got inspired. It was a long time since I've included some spice to my writing but this time I have a little surprise for you ^^

A huge "thank you" to @princess-sunshyn for becoming the first person on my taglist and for all the feedback and kind words ❤️

Please, enjoy! <3

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Languages were never a problem to Y/N - first it was French, then Italian, later on Japanese and in the end - Latin in the Medical university. The best in her opinion was how once you knew enough it all started to connect and make sense. Latin was the mother of all languages basically so everything came together, the logic in words, the spelling, the pronunciation.

But this…?

This language here made no damn sense. No matter how hard Y/N tried to remember it slipped every time. A new technique had to be found. All the crooked lines and circles didn’t help much and then it came to her - pictures! For example - the rune for a “flying bird” was like a Y but the two upper lines were bent upwards and there was a small dot in the middle; the rune for a “soul” was a perfect circle with a thick dot in the center and so on.

Taking notes like a good student the young woman was slowly learning. The Ace made fun of her in the beginning but then saw the point in this and accepted it.

“It’s easy for you. All of you people grew up with his language” she said with a sulky expression. “Cut me some slack.”

“You have a point here…” the oracle agreed dryly.

A few more days went by and Y/N was becoming more and more used to writing the runes. The Ace was updating Trophonius on a regular basis on the progress and what they were doing and in the end Y/N decided to do the same.

Knocking on Yoongi’s room she felt more nervous than before, maybe because he was becoming more distant due to her lack of free time.

“Yes?” His raspy deep voice came from the other side of the door.

“It’s me.”

“Come on in then.”

She saw the demon sitting in an armchair next to the window with eyes tightly closed. Quietly Y/N approached him, stepping ever so slowly on the floorboards, almost not breathing. When the girl got closer Baal whipped his head in her direction, his pupils were slits, snake-like. “What is it?”

“Straight to the point I see” she smirked.

“I don’t want to waste your time. Why are you here? Do you need something from me?”

Irritation began bubbling inside Y/N but given her training, she managed to successfully suppress it.

“Oh!” The demon gasped in surprise. “I felt that! You’re doing good!”

He changed his attitude in a split second which made the young woman smile again. Yoongi for once appeared more excited than ever before and she enjoyed it. It was such a nice and warm feeling - to be supported.

“That’s why I came…” she began saying reluctantly “if you want to listen.”

He rose in his seat beckoning her to continue with a hand gesture.

The two talked for a very long time. Becoming closer to someone who was once an inseparable part of your life is precious. Of course, rifts appear sometimes, alienation too and that goes for the otherworldly beings too. Estrangement hurts like a motherfucker no doubt but there is no sweeter feeling than getting back with the loveable asshat, because he’s your lovable asshat.

“And I know how to write many words now!” Y/N exclaimed like a little girl, her eyes shining beautifully.

Yoongi’s features became softer while watching the young woman shine with pride while talking to him. “Show me” he urged getting up to find pen and paper.

She demonstrated the newly acquired knowledge and skills. The demon had bent over her looking more at the concentrated face and cute gestures than at the writings. Such a cute one…

“And this one” the young woman was drawing(?) a circle with a square inside “means human.”

“Correct” Baal purred.

“Do you know how I remembered it?” When she turned the demon’s face was a few inches away from hers which took Y/N by surprise and she stuttered. “Uh…”

Sliding his eyes to her lips Yoongi’s demeanor became more enticing “Tell me, Y/N.”

“Uh… d-do you know Leonardo DaVinci? H-he…” it was becoming harder to keep a straight and clear mind. Gulping she tried desperately to continue. “He made a drawing called “The Vetruvian Man”. Depending on the posture of his body the man can fit either in a square or a circle.”

“Such a smart girl.” It was a sticky-sweet feeling - she was so adorable when flustered and Baal couldn’t get enough of it. The demon reached out and touched Y/N’s lower lip. “Why is it trembling?” He teased putting her in a position of a little girl, rendering the young woman speechless. Her breath hitched and became ragged. “Your eyes are getting so wide… calm down.”

The mint-haired demon placed a hand over Y/N’s heart feeling the elevated pulse. “Calm down” he softly repeated. She moved closer, her eyelids lowering seductively. Completely unintentionally of course… Baal’s pupils dilated while looking at this lovely creature sitting in front of him.

That’s gonna be a huge mistake. Which is going to hurt like a motherfucker. A voice in Baal’s head warned. I know…

Their lips met feverously. Throwing the pen aside Y/N straddled the demon. She was hungry for his affection way more than before. It was so long since they last had any kind of physical contact. Sheepishly the girl’s hand reached up to feel Yoongi’s soft strands of hair. Encouragingly his hand overlapped Y/N’s and squeezed it. “Give in…” he whispered between the kisses. The room felt cramped and small, their breaths becoming louder and louder. Teasingly she rolled her hips in Baal’s lap which made him hiss and the demon threw his head back. “Y/N…”

It was so easy to lose yourself in her touch, the sensation of the girl’s soft body pressing into his and the flowery smell of her skin. So enticing and addictive.

Yoongi was the one supposed to lead to sin and temptation but now he was the one under influence. The simple fact was the demon didn’t mind being the tempted one as long as it was Y/N who was leading him.

But then Baal’s mind snapped back then and he felt incredible guilt for giving in so easily. “Y/N. Hey…” Taking the girl in his arms, holding Y/N close, he caressed her back soothingly. “Focus, come on… I’m sorry for this.” Oh. The guilt…

Feeling ashamed she returned to her initial spot and took the pen again. Cue the awkward silence…?

“The Vetruvian Man?”

“Ah yes…” it was going to be like that for a while.

The next day Trophonius informed Y/N that the time to test her mind-bending abilities has come.

“How?”

“You’ll see.”

The Oracle led her to a small marble-coated room. There was a table in the middle with three silver plates covered with lids. “The Ace will join us soon too. Here’s how it’s going to go - you will see what’s under each lid - it’s food by the way - and then cover them again. When he comes the point is to make him choose what you’ve chosen before that.” Sounded simple enough.

“But how?”

“That’s for you to find out.” He then gave the woman a few minutes to see what had been prepared. The first one was filled with strawberries, the second had a cake and the last one was some kind of pastry.

He invited the Ace but Y/N looked at her tutor worriedly. “Is he going to be fine?” Trophonius smirked, “he had seen worse.”

At first the girl just stood there looking at the oracle unblinking. How the fuck is this going to happen? Thinking she began cleaning the imaginary spiderwebs from her brain. Come on… Forcing the picture of the first plate to come forward Y/N forgot about everything else.

"Look at him while you do it, it will be easier" the Leader chimed in with a "pro-tip".

The student's mind was running laps, creating image after image of the plate, shining, looking more polished than the other two, appearing more tempting, then the smell of strawberries was added to the "mix". It felt like an elastic band was tightening in her head, and every fiber of Y/N's being was stretching it more and more. Come on.

"I feel you trying to lead me but nothing is clear yet. Try harder, don't stress" the Ace encouraged. The guy had a huge amount of patience.

"There's this weird sensation that if I push it something is going to break," she said in confusion rubbing her temples. "My head is starting to ache too…"

"Come on, Y/N. Break it. That's your human part trying to fight the other parts of you. Like a protective barrier." Trophonius moved closer and took Y/N's hand. "Use my energy if you need and once you figure out how to do it alone I will wait and watch."

Squeezing the man's hand she forced the thoughts to flow in the same straight direction. Staring into Ace's eyes the elastic became tense again. The first plate is the best one of all. The strawberries smell so nice and are ripe. Take it… TAKE IT. Choose the first one…

Come on! Then it was like a bucket of cold water splashed her in the face. The feeling was that of relief and shock.

The Ace blinked a few times and shook his head as if to get something out. He squinted his eyes and pointed at the table. "The first one with the strawberries."

Y/N gasped, breaking out of the daze. It happened!

"It worked!" She shouted running to open the plate and present it to her tutor. The Leader seemed mildly impressed but the girl was extremely proud and busy hyping herself for the achievement. "Whoa! I can't believe it…"

"Breakf…" the world slowly faded and she lost consciousness. Everything became dark…

Y/N was back in her world in the dissection halls. You could smell the formaldehyde everywhere in the whole building. Judging by the feeling it was the first year of university. Felix was manning the scalpel bravely.

“I have never thought that I’m going to be doing this” Monica was complaining while putting her gloves on.

“It’s very interesting, come on. Y/N, you too” the blond boy called for them. “Y/N?”

She felt so faint by the smell and the gray tiles plastered all over the hall. The sight of the corpse was not the problem but the chemicals. Fuck… the student’s body felt too light.

“I don’t like the smell. Damn it…” she rasped while placing the protective mask over her face.

“Y/N?” Felix’ voice had traces of panic. “Hey!”

“Y/N!”

“Wake up! Y/N!” The voices slowly became clearer. When she opened her eyes the surroundings had changed. It was not the marble room anymore but her bedroom. The Ace had bent over the girl’s weak figure. “Oh thank the Heavens!”

The effort to get up was too much to handle and she dropped back down. “Ease up,” the Oracle said from further away.

“This is too much for her” Yoongi was here. A… a sound for sore ears? If you could say that…

“My demon…” Y/N rasped still floating in and out of consciousness. The room became quiet and the two oracles stepped back leaving space for Baal to come forward. He slowly approached and placed his hand over the girl’s forehead.

“You did good but take it slow now” trying to keep her awake he tried channeling some of his energy to pass through her.

“Don't,” Trophonius warned. Yoongi looked questioningly at him. The Leader provided immediately given the situation. “Her Spark will get tainted. You are tainted.”

The demon’s expression turned grim. He knew that his existence was a blasphemy to the oracles and all other creatures of the light. Every other demon was the same as him and up until now it had never stricken him quite like now.

“Yoongi” Y/N called for him and ripped Baal out of his poisonous thoughts.

“You’re worrying too much. With time this will pass and she won’t faint.” The Leader began talking once more. “It was the first time Y/N did it and it was a complete success.”

The young woman smiled widely. “Did you hear that?” It was so sweet, this feeling of accomplishment. She began falling asleep again. Trophonius urged the other two to leave but Yoongi stood planted in his spot.

“I’m not going anywhere.” His cold demeanor showed the Oracle that he didn’t have the slightest intention of leaving Y/N’s side anytime soon.

“Suit yourself” Trophonius spat out and left.

Jin had placed his hands on the table in the trophy room while looking at the new plans for the placement, distribution and movement of the men in the legions. The training was going to be tough. The troops had to learn a new formation in a very short time but he was confident they could do it.

There was something so weird about the situation he was in now - Agares strived for recognition, not revenge or something else anymore. Yes, he definitely still held grudges against the Kings but now things felt different. The Master was going to prove that he was capable of taking down whoever stood in his way and give the rest a reason to congratulate him just like before…

“Master” a quiet voice called for the demon from the other side of the door. A knock followed and Agares rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“What?!” he roared slamming his hands over the plans.

Lucrious entered sheepishly, keeping his head low. “The Kings… they sent for you.”

“Fuck!” Agares shouted and turned to face the messenger. “What for exactly?”

“I don’t know. The message was pretty cryptic.”

Gesturing towards the valet to gather the plans and store them away, Jin grabbed the black coat hanging on the chair nearby and exited the room. Time for some unpleasantness.

…

“Why am I here again?” Agares asked Namjoon who seemed to be in a good mood for a change. Smiling sideways the King of the West had this peculiar look of satisfaction plastered on his face.

“A little bird told me you’re preparing for the war. How is that going?” There was a hint of mockery in the King’s voice.

“I am and as a matter of fact you interrupted me.”

Hoseok laughed while crossing his long slim legs. What was so funny? “Do you know something we don’t by any chance?” They were searching for something in Agares’ mind he could feel it, the four of them pocking around in the Master’s mind. He had taken the necessary precautions beforehand, carefully clearing his mind and thinking about trivial things the moment he entered the palace.

“No I don’t and even if I did… well you know I would never tell you.” The venom laced in Jin’s tone was so frightening but the Kings didn’t even pay attention to this behavior.

Corson became all serious and stood up drawing Agares’ attention to him. The features of the King’s face had changed already - his pointy chin was protruding, the high cheekbones became more defined and Noir’s beautiful eyes were now hooded and dark. “Let me remind you that we’re playing on the same side here. You’re royalty too but we” he gestured towards the four Kings “...we are the main power here. The General wants to know what are your intentions, it’s not a war led by you, it’s a matter concerning the whole Doordale.”

Taehyung stood by Jungkook’s side unmoving and quiet. Then Gaap’s voice filled the hall. “Keep in mind your manpower is not nearly enough to take the Queen’s army. The therianthropes count on their number, while we…”

Jin cut him mid-sentence “We rely on the quality. I know that.”

“Exactly. Sharing the new plans you’ve developed is going to benefit the outcome.” The General continued in a flat tone. Agares frowned.

“How exactly do you know about all of this? It seems fishy.”

Hoseok laughed once more. “We have our ways but it would be best for all of us if you just give the information we need.”

Overtaken by frustration and anger the Master threw his hands in the air. Feeling powerless the demon began transforming, the horns slowly beginning to stick out.

“We… we found out… about” trying to keep his composure Jin began breathing slowly. “There were spies in my legions.”

“No wonder,” Jimin said while leaning on his hand. His silver heels hit the floor once. “While you were playing around with this pretty princess you’ve found - Y/N - the things in your legions were slowly falling apart. Am I wrong?” That was Aamon’s way of hitting the spot in someone, finding the weak points. At that Jin exhaled loudly turning to the King.

“All of this happened before she came here” Agares tried to find a way out of this conversation but without success.

Jimin smirked and ran a hand through his silver locks. “That’s even worse.”

Namjoon cleared his throat. “With that being said, care to share with the group?” Feeling defeated Agares began telling the Kings and the General what he knew and how he had dealt with the issue and finally - the follow-up plans. The atmosphere became lighter and everyone visibly eased up, forgetting the hostility for a while.

“How are the things in the Academy?” Jungkook asked lifting his head up to look at Taehyung.

“We have new people who seem pretty promising, I guarantee.” Given the training programs and the experience the General had everyone took his word at face worth. Gaap was a proud commander and stood by his word.

Long ago before all turned to shit Jungkook was his closest companion along with Jimin. After the nasty ordeals, the three of them maintained a neutral relationship but from time to time their old friendship shined through the dark clouds.

“Very well” Namjoon intervened putting an end to the meeting. “Keep in mind Jin, we’re the Deadly Sins, we have our duties. We’re one all seven of us” the King meant it well but to Agares it sounded like belittling.

Jin’s voice tore the air in the hall. “I’m Wrath! I know what I have to do and how to do it!” His roar could shake the ground. “Keep in mind I do all of this for the sake of the outcome of this upcoming war. You… all of you will see me. I promise you that!” The other five demons standing in front of him felt the pain and bitterness in the Master’s voice. He wanted to give Hell to the enemies and Jin was ready to do so. “The Queen will feel my wrath and hatred for all she had done, mark my word.” There was nothing more heartbreaking than seeing him so enraged and torn up. Y/N’s face appeared in Jin’s mind like an oasis in a dry desert. Feeling the demons standing before him in his head his features turned colder.

“Keep away from Y/N. Don’t try to tangle her in our petty intrigues.” He warned while walking out.

Once the guards closed the double doors Aamon whipped his head around, frowning at the King of the North. “Isn’t he doing exactly that?”

At that Jungkook just nodded trying to refrain from saying anything. He very clearly remembered the conversation he had with Taehyung some days ago and was trying to follow the advice of the General. Mammon still had random thoughts about her especially now when Christopher was after her and Yoongi.

The demon, in his own way, had regrets about neglecting the young woman during the feast. It was natural for him to enjoy the celebrations and live to the fullest, why couldn’t she do it too? There was also the fact that he couldn’t just leave the important guests unattended for long, it could hinder the image of the King. But you said Y/N’s important to you? Why couldn’t you take care of the girl? You want her right? Thoughts plagued Mammon’s mind, the two sides of him were fighting a war since the day she left his residence. Why couldn’t this woman accept her true nature and become mine? I can give her everything and more if she came to terms with what was dormant inside of her.

Jungkook tried to excuse himself and return to the northern wing but Hoseok stopped him.

“Hey, Jungkookie! Wanna play a round of cards?”

The man turned around intrigued “Which game?”

“Go-stop” Alastor smiled and stood up.

“I want to play too” the General came forward too and Jimin expressed his desire to play as well even though by his words he was not really good at it. Namjoon exhaled loudly, the demon’s posture slowly getting relaxed. Everyone turned to look at him.

“I will join you too, to keep track of the score. We still have time till the meeting in the afternoon.”

A new week began at the same pace as before - Y/N would wake up at eight, have breakfast and processed to the training grounds to meet the Ace or the spiritual tutor. Her Spark was growing stronger and the demonic part of her was barely discernible. The fainting spells disappeared completely at some point. Of course, the powers were still not developed enough and from time to time she had to take a timeout when the girl’s head was becoming light from the exhaustion.

The weird scary nightmares stopped bothering the young woman too and the Leader gave it to the fact that darkness inside her soul was now suppressed by the light. Yoongi still knew nothing of Y/N’s origin and she felt better keeping it that way for the time being. Who knows, at some point it might even become unnecessary to mention that she is a half-blood once the Spark takes full control of her body and soul.

In the land of the oracles, all of the passages and portals were regularly checked for intruders or someone unfamiliar. Maintaining order here was first a priority unlike in Doordale. The Wishing Well was used by so many unknown creatures roaming around and no one cared one bit.

Until…

“Don’t tell me you’ve let someone in!” Trophonius stormed into Yoongi’s room, shouting furiously.

“Excuse me?” The demon turned around, one brow raised in disbelief. “How am I supposed to do that? We crossed the border with a special charm you had given to Agares.”

The Leader grabbed the handle of the dagger hanging on his belt. “Lying piece of shit! You’re a demon!” Baal was at a complete loss, he didn’t know what was the cause of this behavior and apparently, there was no way to find out since the Oracle had gone completely mad with fury.

“That doesn’t mean shit” Yoongi sifted through his teeth. “I’ve come here for one purpose only - so Y/N can learn more about herself and the abilities in her possession, nothing more nothing less. Have I not followed all of your ridiculous rules and laws up until now?” He asked, leaning against the back of the armchair. The mint-haired demon couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that someone could even enter this land unnoticed. There existed two options - the creature being extremely skilled or the intruder had help from the inside.

Seething with anger the Leader sent one final look of disgust towards Baal and said “I will get to the bottom of it and if you had something to do with it, not even a hundred gods can save you.”

Sure of his innocence Yoongi smirked “Then I’m perfectly safe.” The cockiness didn’t sit right with Trophonius but before having the chance to answer Y/N came running inside.

“I saw something in the woods!” She looked so frightened and her whole body was covered in a cold sweat. Hearing those words everyone in the room got on high alert.

“Be specific, what did you see?” The Leader came closer to the girl grabbing her shoulders and Y/N’s distress flowed through the man at the same moment.

Shaking uncontrollably she couldn’t center herself. The peaceful time here was over and there was no denying it. This place was supposed to be safe and well protected. What was happening? Yoongi tried getting closer but Trophonius stopped him pushing the demon back. “Don’t come closer, she’s dangerous. Y/N listen to me, calm down, tell me - what did you see?”

Baal felt helpless and useless, what could he do for her now? The desire to hold the girl tight and stroke Y/N’s hair was painful now. “Let me hold her” he tried to plead with the Oracle but he didn’t pay any attention to a word the demon said. The other man was concerned only about this not turning bloody in some way - either this creature could bring disaster whatever it was or Y/N could lash out and lose control of the Spark while in a fight-or-flight situation. And none of the reasons looked good.

“Come on, focus” Trophonius stared into the woman’s eyes trying to reach her and get her out of this trance-like state. The girl’s consciousness appeared to be completely scattered, each part of rationality gone while only the primal instincts had stayed.

It took some time and a huge amount of effort but finally Y/N had managed to center herself and explain what was the this she had seen in the woods.

“It was not a “thing”. It was a person I’m sure of that.”

“What’s so perplexing about seeing a guy in the woods?” The Ace asked and from his point of view, she was just being paranoid and irrational.

“But…! You don’t understand!” The tricky part was explaining what exactly happened and the way it appeared to her because it was not an ordinary encounter like Oh yeah, there’s a person walking or standing there. Whatever. Because there were many people, oracles, roaming around. “Listen… at first I was just looking for a place to sit and study some runes outside. At first, nothing was out of the ordinary, some people were walking around doing their thing and then I felt it. It was like a… a stream of cold air and I saw a translucent figure lurking in the woods. No!” She stopped and clapped her hands in frustration. “No! This creature was not even in the forested space but in the opening. And the whole thing looked just unreal but after that…” her eyes stopped on Yoongi looking for some support and he provided, nodding encouragingly for her to continue. He had complete trust in the words Y/N spoke and didn’t doubt any of it for a second.

“If he was translucent how did you even see the man?” The Ace continued questioning the happening. Baal rolled his eyes, so much time spent on training her and still, the guy questioned the girl’s abilities even though he had seen what they could do.

“She is a Spark, her perception is not one of a human” Trophonius stopped the tutor from continuing. “Y/N, please continue.”

“When I got closer it felt like this creature turned into liquid… like” the woman was trying her best to find a logical way to explain but was at loss for words. “You know, at some point, it felt like if I had tried to use my power he could actually revert to his normal form.”

The Leader leaned forward “Why didn’t you do it?”

“I got too scared” she confessed.

“Understandable” the Oracle nodded.

At that point, Yoongi had heard enough to know what was going on. Rising from his seat he came forward with a stern look in his eyes. “This someone from Doordale or the Queen’s land.” Trophonius tilted his head, completely lost now.

“What do you mean? Why would someone from your land come here?”

“Reasons of state” the mint-haired demon shrugged, too tired to explain all the things that had happened the previous weeks. “And judging by the timing and the place he was seen my best bet is that the guy had some help from your people” Yoongi concluded. Those last words enraged the Leader.

“My people are not traitors!” his gruff voice tore the air and Y/N unintentionally stepped back. “Mind your tongue demon!”

Baal approached Y/N and placed his right hand on the girl’s waist. “It’s connected to her. Someone has found out that I got her here and they’re coming.”

Slamming his hands over the hand rests Trophonius stood up and stomping his feet furiously he got in Yoongi’s face. “I told you” the Oracle hissed “you bring only disaster and blood with you. And this girl here” he pointed one slim finger at Y/N “she’s not to blame for any of it! It’s all you, your Master and your nation! You know who is going to be collateral - her! And it’s on you, demon! There’s no one else to blame for this girl’s misfortune.”

Baal’s jaw clenched and Y/N could swear she had never seen the man look more dangerous than now. Half of his face slowly turned to crystal and the demon bared his teeth, growling coming from the center of his chest. “We came here so I can prevent her death. It’s bound to happen one way or another, there’s a prophecy. Agares found it recently.”

Y/N turned her head around to look at him. What the hell? Feeling the young woman’s eyes on him he nodded “Yes. In her world or ours she will die by an unknown hand. Jin had his reasons to insist for her to come here but I had mine too. I can’t lose her and surprisingly for you” spitting the words in the Oracle’s face Yoongi got even closer to the other man “we have sentiments towards some chosen individuals.”

Destructive guilt consumed Y/N. Her whole perception of things appeared to be wrong and the root of everything was her being here. The desire to run away and hide like a child was unbearable but that will bring nothing, it was completely pointless. With her head lowered she remembered the Hippocratic vow, was she doing the exact opposite now? Doing harm? “I’m so sorry” the woman whispered. Everyone turned to her “I didn’t mean to cause distress or whatever else. We should leave” looking up at Yoongi, her eyes were filled with tears.

“This is the safest place for you now,” Trophonius said coldly. He didn’t like the situation one bit but in order to prevent from losing the Spark that could bring light to the world and stop wars from happening, the Oracle couldn’t risk her dying.

Baal’s world was slowly shattering into million pieces looking at this worried sad face. He wanted to wrap the girl in a hug and embed her in his body so she could be protected. The demon was ready to fight hoards of monsters to keep Y/N alive. “We’re staying.” He said firmly. “We keep this on the low, for now I won’t inform Jin or the Kings. Depending on what’s going on we will proceed.”

The Oracle nodded in agreement, which was a rare occurrence by itself.

…

While walking to the capital Christopher was trying to put everything in order in his mind so he could give the most accurate representation of the things that had transpired since he entered the Oracles' land. Thanks to his mind power he never doubted himself and with this confidence everyone was saying his name with respect.

Jungkook was going to get so angry once he knew that the Queen had made her first move. Maybe the spy or someone else was going to become a buffer which gets the first wave of the King’s anger. Dark days were ahead.

Entering the palace he said to the valet he had an appointment and Mammon let him in immediately.

Bowing deeply he cut straight to the chase. “My King, I have some bad news.”

Jungkook was in his study, in the middle of signing new documents delivered to him by the Ministry. It was such a pain in the ass that he was happy to get rid of it for a while. Namjoon was supposed to bring some new law projects for the King of the North to look over and give his opinion but it could wait if this meeting was longer than expected. Pushing the bulk of papers aside he directed his attention to the spy.

“Is she okay?” was the first thing Mammon asked. Asmodeus was not sure how to respond to that.

“I don’t really know as of now, but the last I saw the woman she was… whole.”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed. What was that supposed to mean? The whole demeanor of the spy was somewhat questionable. In order for him to speed up things and not waste time, Chan urged the King to just look in his mind. Opening up the spy waited to feel the other demon’s presence which happened almost immediately. He seemed anxious and rigid. Did she mean so much to him? The spy didn’t have an answer to this question but given the attitude and behavioral pattern, it was kind of obvious now.

The scenes that played in Asmodeus’ mind caught the King by surprise but now things began making so much sense. Jungkook saw Y/N and Yoongi passing the border to the Land of the Oracles, her studying the runic language in the gazebo built on the edge of the cliffs, the Ace teaching the girl how to use the persuasion on the animals in the forest, then he saw her through the window of Yoongi’s room showing off her knowledge in the newly learned language. Another thing that shocked the King was how close the spy of the King was sitting to her in the woods and then the crisis - Y/N seeing the creature which to a naked untrained eye was just air but she saw him, standing there and watching her. Then the young woman ran in panic. Here the memories ended.

“I guess she went to tell Baal and the Leader of the oracles. I didn’t wait to see because my decision was to come straight here. I saw him.”

“You were not discovered I presume?” Mammon asked, his eyes piercing. Asmodeus was right, he was going to become furious now, it was just a matter of time before things went down. Shaking his head “no” the King exhaled, at least one thing was in order.

“My inside man helped me,” Chan reassured him.

“Good.”

Y/N was a Spark. It all made sense now, why Jin brought her here, the way Baal and Agares tried to protect her at all costs. Wrath was trying to win the war at all costs and who knows what more he had prepared. If Y/N’s powers were put to use in his favor the demon was going to be able to dethrone the four of them and take over. Those poisonous thoughts began eating away at Junkook’s mind. What was coming for them, he didn’t know. Now his main concern was to find a way to keep Y/N alive, prevent the therianthropes from entering the Oracle’s land and start mobilizing the legions.

“Fuck” he cursed balling his hands in fists and closing his eyes. What was the best course of action? Going to Jin to warn him and tell the demon about the doubts the King had or converse with the other three Kings and take a unanimous decision on what to do next? There was no way that Mammon could tell them straight, given the deal he made with Y/N long ago. The King of the North couldn’t risk losing his voice so he decided. “You will come with me and speak for me since I’m bound not to do so. I can’t tell the others about Y/N but you can.”

“Yes, my King.” The spy bowed, waiting for Jungkook to lead him to where they were supposed to go next.

“Thank you for the work you’ve done.” Opening the upper drawer of his desk Mammon gave Asmodeus another pouch full of golden coins.

The definition of “disaster” is the following:

an event that results in great harm, damage, or death, or serious difficulty.

Exactly what was happening right now. All the people included in this mess were running around trying to figure out how to deal with the oncoming catastrophe. Everything was even worse now because some knew one thing, while the others - something completely different. The main goal now was to get the facts straight, which was the hardest of all that was to come. Keep in mind that the past affected everyone taking part in this, the Kings keeping away from dealing with Yoongi and Jin, the latter holding grudges against the four, Y/N being completely in the dark, trying desperately to stay afloat among all the secrets and threats coming from every side and combined with all that was the anger that she was taken away from her world and thrown in the middle of this chaos.

A disaster at its finest.

The solvation to the problems was a nice long-due chat between all of them. It was time for everyone to lay their cards down on the table and own up to their faults and mistakes.

The Kings were reasonable demons, each one had their quirks but when the situation required it they could deal with it accordingly. It was true also that their sins were countless but under all that rationality existed and now was a good time to show it.

Jungkook was hoping for it.

Entering Corson’s wing of the palace with the spy on his heels he looked so glum. The guards saluted the King of the North and the people of the staff made way for him. There was this specific expression on Mammon’s face when something was bothering him or he was angry - the demon’s sharp jaw was usually clenched and his eyes were becoming hooded and unblinking. He looked like a statue at times like this, stiff and quiet, buried in his own thoughts just like now.

Now was a time when no one dared stand in King Mammon’s way and question his appearance. He was dressed in all black as per usual and his face and ears were decorated prettily with all kinds of jewelry - beauty incarnate. While walking he was going through the things he had planned to say to Namjoon over and over again. Then once he had informed him they had to call a meeting in secret with Jimin and Hoseok and later summon Jin and get everything straight. In order to do things the right way the demons had to consult with Taehyung, who Jungkook could bet his ass, that was in on it too since he seemed to be familiar with Y/N at the night of the feast.

Reaching the door to Noir’s he went straight in. The man was going over a log book of sorts in which the Kings were usually writing the duties performed during each day. Corson raised a brow in confusion as to who dared to enter without knocking but the moment he saw Mammon he visibly relaxed. Then Asmodeus appeared and this again soured Namjoon’s mood.

Pursing his full lips the King of the West stood up “What’s the meaning of this?” There it goes, his cute dimples got deeper and turned into lines that defined the demon’s high cheekbones. Christopher didn’t even flinch, he just straightened up waiting for the questions to come his way. Namjoon fixed the long black cloak that hung on his shoulder.

“I came because there’s something you should know and it concerns all of us, maybe even the whole Doordale.” Jungkook explained with a straight face, his mouth moving in a weird animated way. His frustration caught Corson’s eye.

“I’m guessing there’s something to do with your pretty princess” he placed a hand over his chin. Noir’s gaze was slowly shifting from Mammon to the spy waiting for some kind of explanation.

“That’s true.” Those words were so hard to say. The King of the North didn’t want to admit it but he had taken an interest in the girl who had a main role in this charade. Namjoon saw his friend’s memory of Y/N and him kissing in the room where he was usually painting. “She’s part of it but not by choice, I suspect that Agares orchestrated everything.”

Gesturing towards Chan to come forward, Mammon’s determination grew more and more. It was now or never. The demon said finally “We need to call the others and Asmodeus will tell you everything that we’ve found out up until now.”

Chapter 9 / Chapter 11

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