#making the baricade

[spinosacha]

Les Miserables adventure video game. Is this anything.

[velvetydream]

꒰ : ☕️ [ Mercilessly ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : You're normally one who enjoys slow and romantic sex, but something deep inside changed after seeing Yunho at Coachella and on tour.

Pairing : Dom! Yunho x Fem! Sub! Reader

Word count : 2.5K Words

Genre : Smut with soft aftercare

Smut Content ➵ Size Kink (Reader is smaller than Yunho), Degradation, Dumbification, Sex Toys, Orgasm Denial, Coming multiple times, Oral (F receiving), Raw Sex (Wrap it up people), Manhandling

a/n : Yunho has me in a chokehold and istg I'll cry so hard when seeing all these hot ass man next year at baricade.

Disclaimer : This is purely fiction and in no way supposed to dispict how Yunho is in real life. Please skip and block if you don't like it.

Yunho was a sweet lover; he was always attentive to your every need. Cooking nice food, giving you a massage after a long day, cuddling you while playing games. In the sheets he was a sweet and loving man, taking care of you with soft touches and featherlight kisses. Despite loving this romantic sex, something recently switched inside of you.

Watching him at Coachella, at the tour, and all those ungodly fan cams and pictures Atiny posted over the last few weeks had you shaking. Not being able to pinpoint exactly what is bothering you, the sex was good, no question, but it left you unsatisfied, not that you didn't reach your peak, no you always did with Yunho, yet deep down, something was missing.

A sigh leaves your lips as your brain moves around ideas of what could be bothering you, not noticing Wooyoung watching you and taking a seat beside you. "What's wrong?" A little surprised, you look up; you hadn't even noticed him sit down beside you; so much in your own head right now. "O-Oh nothing! I'm fine!" It wasn't a good idea to tell Wooyoung about this; he ran his mouth too quickly by accident, but then he was the most open and helpful person for this topic out of the boys. "Oh, come on, you've been looking like a kicked puppy for days and now have been sighing for half an hour." Eyes wide, you look at Wooyoung; was it so obvious?

"Okay fine.." Taking a good look around, you two were the only ones in the dorm right now; some of the others went to shower while your boyfriend and Mingi went to get the food for tonight. "I don't know how to explain, like.. Yunho is an amazing boyfriend, he is attentive, sweet and always takes care of me.. in every aspect if you know what I mean, he is romantic and careful with me and.. since a few weeks I just feel.. unsatisfied? No.. that's the wrong wording something is missing? I don't know.." Your head falls into your hands as you try to speak the words swimming through your mind for days. "Sounds to me like you want to get pounded mercilessly." Choking on air, your head shoots up as you look at Wooyoung terrified. Why did he always have a way of speaking his mind without a second thought? "No, seriously, of course, romantic sex is nice, but a rough man that makes you forget your own name is something else. Try it; maybe it is the thing bothering you; if not, we can try and think of something else!" Wooyoung's talking about this as if that's a duo mission of you both now.

At that moment, Mingi and Yunho stepped through the door with bags of food in their hands. Wooyoung jumps up to take something while calling everyone to come eat; the others from the dorms downstairs just arrive a few minutes later. "Hope it was okay with Wooyoung; I know he can be a handful." Yunho presses a soft kiss to your temple, which makes you blush and nod. Wooyoungs words invading your mind now. Suddenly, you noticed every little filthy detail about Yunho. The way he towers over you, the way his long fingers wrap around his chopsticks, how his thick lips love, the way his pants strain against his thighs so deliciously. Shaking your head, you take a big gulp of your cold drink before shoving noodles into your mouth. Snickering made you look to your left, seeing Wooyoung smirk at you with a raised eyebrow, that fucker.

The evening continued with everyone deciding on playing a few games; Yunho sat beside you as he played Mario Kart against San, Seonghwa, and Jongho, screaming insults at them, which surprisingly made you clench your thighs under the blanket. Watching the way his fingers hit the buttons on the controller, your mind wandering off to filthy places yet again. Looking up to see Yunho bite his lip as he watches the TV intently while hitting the buttons on the controller.

"We should probably head down now, I'm getting tired." Yunho announces to the group making some whine in protest. Taking your hand, Yunho and you bid your goodbyes as he leads you out of the door and to the elevator to head down to his and Yeosangs dorm. "Hope you enjoyed the evening, my love." His hand was resting on the lower of your back now, drawing patterns with his long fingers. "Oh yes! It was fun watching you guys play, I also had a nice chat with Seonghwa and Hongjoong." Being led outside the elevator now and to the door of their dorm. "Really? I'm glad you enjoyed the evening.." He continued talking as he opened the door, letting you in first before following, quickly grabbing your waist to pull you against his chest after the door closed. "..You seemed to especially enjoy watching me, don't think I didn't see you rubbing your legs~" He whispers into your ear, placing a soft kiss against the shell.

"Are you in the mood? Wanna take this to the bedroom?" His touch was again soft, featherlight as if you'd break any second. "Please.." You whisper as you turn around throwing your arms around his neck as Yunho picks you off of the ground, moving you two to his room and locking the door. "You're so cute when you're needy baby.." His lips are attached to your neck already as he lowers you down onto your back, the softness of the bed engulfing you. "Also the dress you wore today is so pretty." Lips and kisses travel up your jaw till he meets your lips, capturing yours in a soft kiss. His hands run softly over your sides and up your thighs, pushing the hem of your dress higher and higher.

Those long sinful fingers soon meet your clothed cunt, as he starts to tease with light touches, watching your face contort in pleasure and small gasps leaving your lips. Yet it wasn't enough, it was too soft, and something was missing, yet you let him do his thing for now, maybe Wooyoung and your brain are wrong, maybe it was just the fact you weren't home the last few times, having sex in a hotel room is something else, it's weird. But as Yunho continued, slipping his fingers into your underwear, swiping his digit over your clit and down to your entrance, before entering and softly pumping it in and out. Moans leave your lips as your hands claw onto his upper arms, but you're still not satisfied; it wasn't enough; the touch was too soft, and it felt too light. "Yuyu.." You gasp out, his eyes meeting your hazed ones.

"I need more.." You whine, hands holding onto his arms tightly, his finger still inside you. "Do you want more fingers?" He asks now, not quite understanding what you're trying to tell him. Shaking your head embarrassed, your cheeky burn a bright hot red. "Do you want my dick?" He asks making you giggle slightly at the vulgar word leaving his mouth. "Yes but.. no.. I.. please fuck me so hard I forget my name, rough Yuyu please, I need you, use me.." You whine, your walls clenching around his fingers while you tell him what you need, a new wave of slickness covering his fingers. "That I didn't expect.. Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you.." Yunho looks at you worried, but you nod your head immediately. You were more than sure. "Please, Yunho, I need you." And suddenly something switched in Yunho.

Tearing down your underwear, he angles his hand differently before shoving two fingers into you, thrusting them in and out mercilessly, while his head leans down to bite your thigh and suck your clit. Moaning your head is thrown back into the soft pillow that smells like Yunho. Everything smells like him, his whole scent and being surrounding you. "F-Fuck Yunho.." Your thighs were trembling, already close to stumbling over the edge from how intense his fingers were, but before you could come, Yunho pulled his fingers away. "Strip." He orders you, making the wetness between your legs intensify; following his order, you strip out of your dress and bra before he pulls you onto his lap, Yunho still fully clothed.

His fingers soon found your hole again and pounded into it; this time, he added another one, the burn just the right mixture of pain and pleasure. Your head was thrown back as Yunho attaches his mouth to your mounds, licking and sucking the stiff nipples. "F-Fuck..!" Your moans were getting louder, and your hole clenched around his fingers, just to get the orgasm ripped away from you again, whining loudly. "Shut up, you wanted to get pounded roughly, make you forget your own name like a cock drunk little slut, like you're only made for my cock as a toy, the perfect hole to satisfy me." Yunho throws your body onto the bed, before turning you around and pulling your ass up. Before you could ask what he was doing, you could hear a familiar buzz coming from behind you, your whole body jerks as you feel the vibrator being placed against your clit, before it moved to your whole and is pushed in, yet it's your favorite one with two spots so your clit and g spot is being stimulated. "Better keep that in and not come until I'm ready."

You could hear him slowly open his belt which soon hit the ground before he moved to his other clothes, he was taking his painfully sweet time, while your body was being pleasured in two spots soon to make you see stars, biting down on your lip, you hoped Yunho would soon be finished and take the vibrator out before you come. And just as you were close to the edge again, he took it out and turned it off. "Good girl you listened so well~" His hand softly rubs over your back in a praising way. "Now you get what a slut deserves. You'll come so many times on my cock till you can only say my name, till the only thought in that dumb little head of yours is my cock pounding this tight little pussy." Grabbing your ass with one hand, he aligns himself and pushes in slowly, letting out a low groan. Moaning loudly as you arch your back, Yunho feels so deep inside of you. Instead of letting you adjust and start slowly, he grabs your hips with both hands and starts thrusting forcefully while pulling your ass against him in sync. This was what you wanted.

Moans leave your lips as your hands grab onto the sheets nothing else close to grab onto. "Look at that tiny cunt taking my cook so well; you're such a good cocksleeve for me, baby." Yunhos low groans pushed you closer to the edge; of course, he felt how close you were to coming. "Come slut, we're far from over." He groans as he snaps his hips against yours harder as you come on his cock, your walls pulsing around him, but he doesn't stop. Instead, his pace gets quicker and harder, your whole body shaking from the thrusts, and soon another orgasm is building up; this time, Yunho comes along with you. Pulling out for a second, you thought he was finished, but he turned you onto your back before entering your cunt again, making your back arch and tears swell in your eyes.

"Aw baby, no need to cry, I'll just make your wish come true." He whispers into your ear before snapping his hips against yours, his dick moving deep inside of your cunt; your head is thrown back as Yunho is back to attach his mouth to your mounds. He seems to be enjoying this just as much. Thrusting into you ruthlessly, his hips not slowing down once, that must be all the stamina from practice; that man could go for hours without a problem. "Y-Yunho.." Mouth slack as your eyes stare at the ceiling; another high is approaching; your body is already so sensitive from coming two times, already feeling your high; he moves his hand down your body and circles your clit quickly, and your eyes are blown wide from that as your orgasm washes over you that instant. Clutching onto his shoulders now, panting as you're coming down again, but Yunho still wasn't finished.

His big hands quickly grab your knees as he pushes your legs up, sliding into your cunt even deeper than before. "F-Fuck! To deep! Oh, holy shit.." Tears were now streaming down your face from the immense pleasure your body was feeling. "You're doing so great; you're so close to being finished." Yunho encourages you. Of course,, you knew the safeword for any case, but you wanted this so badly, so you nod at him. It takes him a second before pounding into you again, his strong hands holding your legs up into a mating press as he hammers his dick into your cunt. You were so close to seeing stars now from this position; he was so deep, sure he almost reached your cervix; his thrusts weren't letting up but rather getting even more intense. "You're doing so great, come on one more, baby~" His voice was low in your ears as his hips only grew in pace, making your eyes roll to the back; this was heaven. Quickly your last high was approaching, and with another thrust, he spilled in you as your fourth orgasm washed over you, your whole body trembling from overstimulation as his lips softly met yours in a kiss.

"Look at you, love, you did so well~" He slowly lets go of your legs before pulling out, mewling at the empty feeling now. "So pretty~" Kissing the tear streaks softly and rubbing them away with his fingers, your head was in the clouds, feeling his cum flow out of your used hole, eyes staring half-lidded at the ceiling. "Let's wash up." Picking you up softly, Yunho carries your bridal style to the bathroom, sitting you down on the toilette to pee before helping you clean up and putting on some fresh underwear and a shirt of his own. "Was it okay? Not too much?" Your mind was slowly calming down again, looking at him with starry eyes full of love. "It was perfect." Hugging his neck as he carries you back to the room, quickly changing the sheets before cuddling close to you on the bed.

"Why didn't you say anything earlier? If you didn't like it how we normally did it." His head looks down at you laying on his chest. Shaking your head in denial now. "I love the way you usually make love to me, but since Coachella and watching you at the tour, I just felt a bigger need; that doesn't mean I didn't like the other times." Smiling up at him, as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. "Glad to hear that; let's sleep now; you must be tired.. and probably not able to walk tomorrow." He giggles as you softly slap his naked chest, shaking your head before lying down again. Arms around each other, as you're lulled to sleep by his calm heartbeat. You definitely have to thank Wooyoung for his input.

[fangdokja]

Hiya! Is it okay to ask who your favorite OC is so far? I'm just so curious, that's all! God Bless ^^!!!

((also unrelated:was I hallucinating or did you have Ichiya from variable baricade as a header before??? He's one of my fave otome guys, I genuinely love his pathetic meow meow vibes, especially that crying CG—))

— Lear

WARNING: Prepare for unstructured (OOC?) Fang Dokja rambling. Because I'm exposing myself in excitement again nuuuu. ALSO SPOILERS. Basically rare times of me posting being weird.

Yandere! Russian! Mafia Boss. No questions. That man can choke and kill me and I'd let him. Joke. My husband would kill me whahahahaha.

Above all, my husband is ALWAYS my favorite of course. Always will be, and nobody can compare. Technically in "Her Hell, His Heaven." I'm writing it with my husband and I in mind, so my favorite is obviously that. But for existing Yandere! OC's?

Anyways, I would say there are two ways to answer this. As a READER, my top 3 are:

♡ Main Story. 🔞"I trusted you, wife, and now I'll teach you what betrayal feels like."

#1: Yandere! Russian! Mafia Boss - Daddy Dom who can and will kill you. Yes. Please choke and desecrate me Daddy. Yes.

Also there's good reason why I made the banner one of my favorite manga story + art style of all time = Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan No Kokuhaku. I don't simp for Hiroki Dan but he's both relatable and incredibly funny to me. Also plot is plotting. Fav arc and punishment was the woman gang rape + assault + date drugging arc. Second arc. Graphic and realistic, also the punishments are always satisfying. One of the manga I reread regularly until today.

Yes, I love unhinged + unapologetic + black flags + sadistic men who will hurt and kill you. Yummmyyyy. Why? Reminds me of my husband. Don't ask. *sweats*

Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse! Survivor

♡ Sub Story. In the world of the dead, he was the only thing keeping you alive—and tearing you apart.

Headcanons 1 : Flesh and Fetish (General)

In a world where only the strongest survive, he’s the monster you can't escape.

#2: Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse! Survivor

I love morally grey men who love to make people suffer. Yes, even if it's with the one he loves. I'm weird I know. Hm... I do like the worldbuilding since I've always loved zombie apocalypse stories and worlds. But, he's ayt.

Yandere! Marine Corps & Good Girl

Oneshots

He crushed a man’s skull beneath his boot and turned to you with a smile.

"You’ll never escape me—not when I’m the only one keeping you alive."

#3: Yandere! Marine Corps

Basically me picking what reminds me of my husband. Don't really have anything that reminds me solely of him tbh.

For numbers 2-3, I can't pick anything else tbh. A lot of the characters I write can have my husband's qualities, but I never write my husband so... I can only find certain parts I can see; but a lot of times, I don't write my husband because that's weird haha.

As a WRITER (OK THIS HAS MORE ANALYSIS). Meaning it's about the way I constructed these characters especially, their behavior as yanderes + psychological horror-thriller content:

Yandere! Author

Headcanons 1 : Fate’s Final Draft (General)

He’s the hero in his own story… and you’re his latest toy.

🔞"You like happy endings? Too bad. I don’t write those."

#1: Yandere! Author - Not to be weird and all, but I based him off on both Scar from Wuthering Waves and myself.

For me, I wrote it because I genuinely like making characters suffer. Yes, I admit it. No one is safe. It's why I love writing grimdark stories. To me, in all honesty? Happiness is not relatable to me, especially fluff and slice-of-life (but I can read and enjoy it). It's suffering and hardships that I relate to most. So, I wrote a character that I based off my writing style in essence.

Haven't fully captured personality, but attempted and inspired by Scar.

Now for the Scar part: Personality wise we're nothing alike. But I love Scar's personality and eccentric actions + theatrics, ever since I saw him. Like seriously. He's chaotic, unapologetic and honestly I love moral dilemmas. ALSO HIS FACE IS SO EXPRESSIVE, he's theatrical. I love it.

The story he gave when talking to Rover, well, I really loved it. Relatable and psychological. YES. I AM HARDCORE SCAR MAIN. WHERE IS HIS BANNER FUDGE. Like there's this new pirate blue haired guy that gives ENTP vibes. WHERE IS SCAR. WHERE IS HIS BANNER COMING. WUWAAAAAA.

Am I a simp? Fudge no. I don't simp for him. But I relate hardcore to him. He's one of my top tier I-relate-to-so-much characters. Yeah, I wouldn't say I'm like him personality wise. Definitely not. But morally wise? Like I just love it. I really liked the storyline of WuWa, not sure how it's going but FREAKING SO MANY RELATABLE MALE CHARACTERS.

I don't simp for any WuWa males. But.... I relate: Jiyan, Geshu Lin, Scar, Xiangli Yao, Rover. YES I RELATE TO ALL OF THEM. FREAKING I FOUND JIYAN'S STORY SO SAD AND RELATABLE LIKE WWATTTT. Xiangli Yao's story is also sad but for me JIYAN STORY TOP TIER. ALSO YES, I REALLY LOVE THE DYSTOPIAN VIBES OF WUWA.

I LITERALLY READ ACTUAL LORE LIKE THE NOTEBOOKS YOU FIND????? or papers and shiz? I READ. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. OF IT. YES. EVEN THE SIDE QUESTS AND EVENTS. I don't do that when gaming. So you can tell I really loved the story of WuWa. For others, it's crap. But for me, I hardcore related to it and I enjoyed it.

Me to myself: tryard.

Me: Shut up.

Me: SHIZ. you're making me want to get back into WuWa. *cries in no Scar banner* Though I do love the pirate vibes.

Hopefully story hasn't gone downhill.... anyways.

Yandere! Russian! Mafia Boss

Headcanons 1 : The Bride of Blood (General)

To him, you're perfect. To you, he's just a mission.

🔞"I don't need your love, I need your submission."

#2: Yandere! Russian! Mafia Boss - Up next, torture simulator.

I made Yandere! Russian! Mafia Boss + Yandere! Spanish! Pirate Captain + Yandere! Alpha! Hybrid Wolf around the same time. When making each story, I basically thought....

"How much can I make the protagonist suffer?"

Literally my thoughts. How far can I take this? It's also one of the reasons why making the sequels are a challenge. I am making all of the sequels, since a lot of people requested. But, it's a challenge because I wrote every one of these stories as original standalones. I was literally like ".... wait. You want more???"

But I welcomed the challenge. Difficult but still doable.

Anyways, I enjoyed writing his most because his torture scenes are peak quality among all my works so far. I think that's the main reason why. Personality wise? He's still emotional to me. Not like my husband. BRUH, sorry, my husband is like really....really, REALLY, like uhhh, I don't know, but Yandere! Russian! Mafia Boss is still emotional in general.

When I mean emotional, I don't mean he's stupid or reckless. He's still methodical and loyal even, but he's also driven by a need to prove something and to claim control again.

But, I wouldn't say I like him emotionally, more of the way I made the torture. Yes. Simply. That's it. ahhahahaa

Now for third, I don't really have an all-time favorite, but one I do remember off the bat that impacted me was because of how I wrote and ended the story:

Yandere! Stepfather & Stepdaughter

Novella 1 : Paternal Privilege

He’s your family, but he doesn’t act like it.

🔞Pleasure in every strike, pain in every kiss.

🔞In the end, love is both their salvation and their damnation.

🔞His love is suffocating, but she’s forgotten how to breathe without it.

🔞Love shouldn’t feel like drowning, but he’s the only one who can save her.

She fell, but not by accident. He made sure of it.

#3: Yandere! Stepfather - For this, sure, Daddy's hot. But, it's not just that. What I enjoyed when writing this story was the plot itself. Especially the ENDING.

What I was thinking of when making this is basically, "Let's distract the Readers with so much sex that they don't notice what's happening underneath. Use sex and erotica as the red herring!"

And it worked pretty well actually hahahaha, based on a lot of comments thus far.

Hm, yeah, not really much right now, but what I enjoyed for this is mostly plot, not fully the characters all the way. I prefer ones with extreme or actual gore and horror. This series was more on the subtle manipulative side, even with the sex.

...

Yes. I still have a type. wahahhaahha

ADDITIONAL INFO + Yandere Male Recommendations (AND SPOILERS FOR THE GAME):

YES, I played Variable Barricade a long time ago and I enjoyed it a lot. Actually, the picture was not Ichiya, it was the bad ending with the twin. I came for the pink-haired guy, Taiga. Reminded me most of my husband's infuriating demeanor with me before we officially dated and stuff. Literally. INFURIATING.

And what happened? Played the routes, both Taiga and Ichiya's. Found myself seeing the twin and doing the bad ending last. I was like "Shiz this guy's the one most like my husband ahhhhhhh". Not yandere, just a jerk, tbh, but it's more of the, ....uhhh. IDK It's hard to explain! But LITERALLY I FOUND MYSELF RELATING CRAZY TO THE BAD ENDING MOST THAN ANYTHING. CRAZYYY ahhhh

That smirk does things to me. LOLLLLL AHHAHAHAH

This was my banner image before, since when I see it, reminds of my husband and I. GAH, I relate more to bad endings than good ones sometimes tbh (or maybe all the time.... does that say something about myself? Yes it does, haha).

Also this is the scene Anon was talking about. If you like crying yanderes, here. For you all who love your pathetic crying men:

ALSO PEOPLE SAID THERE IS NO YANDERE IN THIS GAME.

ICHIYA IS YANDERE. He's an ENFJ YANDERE that is the "If you can't be with me, then let's die together." kind of vibes. It's been a while, can't remember, but yeah.

WDYM THERE IS NO YANDERE. I was shocked because I was just chillin' then I found that ending scene. So guys, yandere reccs for youuu alll. And this is a good game in general, liked it.

ALSO I LOVE THE SONG. Still listen to it. Just listened to it actually.

ALSO THE ART IS AMAZING. JUST LOOK AT IT. The mini endings were oddly satisfying. IDK I related to it a lot, not for the characters, but it just reminded me a bit of how my own personal love story went. Definitely not as dark, but still. My all-time favorite otome. LEGIT.

Other notes, I found the MC relatable at that time, and also the friends. I usually get annoyed with females. Not being sexist. But it's more of a lot of bland breads around. It's also why I always make sure the female OC's I release have substance in them, like all my characters.

Ok, I'm sorry if I'm wrong but will I refer it to you as "Lear" then? I don't know why I thought of Lurker, but yeah. If I'm mistaken, feel free to inform me or to ask for a name change, no worries. Thank you so much for asking me this, and being comfortable enough to ask :))

Anyways, I'll note down your name then as my first named Anon ever, "Lear." Thank you! God bless too :)) Literally exposed my excited self, but oh well.

Also I'm a naturally curious person, no worries, Lear. For Readers, don't be afraid to ask or something, as long you obey the RULES, like the usual proper human respect and decorum, then all is chill.

[tomssexdoll]

hii can i request where the reader is dating either bill or tom ( they are also part of the band ) and they are signing autographs and a whole bunch of guys just start hitting on the reader and begging for her autograph and either bill or tom get jealous and shows the reader who they belong to 😏😏.

yess sounds so good! ty for the req love <3

Jealous jealous boy

PAIRINGS: Bill 2014 x Female reader CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT SYPNOSIS: Bill and Y/N have been dating for a year, she's in the band Tokio Hotel with him too and one day they are outside of one of their finished concerts signing autographs. A lot of the people there are girls but when you get to the end of the line suddenly a bunch of guys show up, begging her and her only for autographs, throwing gifts at her and saying provocative things. Bill gets super jealous and when they get home he shows her who she belongs to hehefbher A/N: this photo made me squirt!!! WARNINGS: dom!bill, reader!sub, rough fingering, eating out, sucking d, some degrading and praising

It was 2am, we had just finished one of our concerts and outside a swarm of fans were waiting. I looked outside and groaned, trying to prepare myself for all the flashing and screaming fans, don't get me wrong I loved our fans but oh my god I was so tired.

I took a deep breath in and held Bills hand, going over to the fans behind the baricades, basically trying to climb over. I smiled and greeted everyone, signing arms, papers, albums, cds, chests, etc.

I accepted some gifts, hugged some fans and said hello to their camera. A lot of Tom's fans were BRUTAL, they threw bras at him, used underwear and even wedding rings, I chuckled and moved along the line.

Eventually we got to the end of the line and I noticed it wasn't a bunch of sweaty teenage girls, but a group of men and teenage boys. I sighed and prepared for the worst, they were all screaming my name and begged for my autograph only, the others backed away as I signed so many cds, albums and hairy chests. They were screaming how sexy I was and how they wished I was in their bed, it disgusted me but I didn't make a scene.

Some threw gifts at me, some handed them to me. A lot of the gifts were teddy bears, chocolate, used underwear and perfumes. I collected a total of 20 gift bags, waving to everyone and smiling.

I turned around and saw Bill, he was angry, really angry. So angry that his face was bright red, he could've had steam coming out of his ears, a vein was showing on his forehead, I knew I was in deep trouble.

I sighed and prayed to god that I would be able to walk tomorrow.

As we got into the car I felt the tension, Bills hand on my thigh, gripping so tightly I could feel the circulation cut in my leg. He leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear, "when we get to the hotel, be fucking prepared, i'll show you who you belong to" I whimpered softly at his threat and nodded softly. Worry washed over me, was my pussy gonna fall off because with his anger it seemed like it was going to.

Getting closer to the hotel only made me more nervous, my heart beating fast and my hands getting sweaty, Bill started to kiss my neck roughly, biting softly.

"Not now.." I pulled away, muttering to him, he grunted and sat back, his chest heaving up and down. As we got to the hotel we all went into Gustavs room, we all unpacked our gifts, I laughed at all the cards and gifts. I opened the last 5 and gagged as I saw used condoms and love letters.

Bill grabbed them and threw them across the room, grabbing my wrist and dragging me into our room we shared together, throwing me onto the bed roughly.

The guys looked at each other, worried and confused.

"Bill, what the fuck?" I yelled, he grabbed me roughly "you are mine" growling lowly, he ripped my clothes off, like literally. I was stunned, my eyes wide with shock. He has completely changed, Bill was jealous of course but i have NEVER seen him this jealous, it kind of scared me.

"Bill..calm down.." I whispered softly, his eyes darted to mine, flashes of rage in them. "Shut up.." he snarled, pulling my hips close to his and ripping my panties off. He leaned down and laugh my lips in a rough and urgent kiss, I kissed him back, not being able to keep up with him.

"Mine..all mine.." he grunted, pulling his pants down. His cock pulsating in his boxers, a slight hint of pre cum on the front of it as it practically begged to be released from its confines.

I whined as he pulled it out, it stood perfectly, so red and wet. It's like his cock was angry too. "Get on your fucking knees" he demanded, I instantly obeyed and got down onto my knees, grabbing his cock with one hand and opening my mouth, getting ready to suck it.

He stopped me and grabbed my chin to look up at him, "don't" he muttered, I felt his hand snake around the sides of my head, grabbing my hair and shoving his cock deep in my throat.

I choked and gagged as it reached the end, hitting the back of my throat cruely. "Fucking take it all" he groaned, thrusting his cock in and out at a rough pace. Tears fell down my cheeks as he fucked my mouth, saliva building up around my mouth.

"Mmmh!" I whimpered, his pace quickening "too..much..!" I muttered on his cock, he grunted and slammed himself into me harder "i don't care! take it, fuck!"

I felt the tension building in him, he grunted, squelching sounds coming from my mouth as his cock pushed the saliva in and out constantly. With one last thrust he shot his thick seed into my mouth, ropes of cum coating my throat, he held my head as his high faltered out, slowly pulling out. A long string of cum and saliva following from my mouth.

"Swallow, now" he tapped my chin, I nodded and swallowed, opening my mouth and showing him my tongue, he chuckled and picked me up, throwing me back onto the bed.

I watched as he stood over me, his hands caressing my cheeks softly. "Such a good girl, taking my cock so well, how about you take my fingers too, hm?" he tilted his head, I sighed and nodded, crawling back onto the bed and shakily spreading my legs.

He groaned at the sight of my wet pussy, dripping and ready for him. He dipped 2 fingers into my wetness, my soaking cunt wrapping around his fingers as he slid in. I moaned softly "Bill..fuck.." closing my eyes tightly as he curled his fingers against my sweet spot.

"Mm, good isn't it, how about I add another finger baby?" he smirked, my eyes shot open and I whimpered "but.." before I could stall him he snuck a third finger in, roughly fingering my hole.

I cried out as my pussy adjusted to the amount of fingers I had in my pussy, yeah his cock was the same size but fuck this hurt way more. He kissed my thighs softly, trying to distract me from the pain as his pace got harsher.

"Take it baby..cmon.." he stretched me out, the pain weirdly pleasuring. I groaned and held onto his shoulder, gripping them tightly, nail marks forming.

I felt a knot forming in my stomach, trailing down to my heat. My clit throbbed, desperate for attention. Bill noticed my aching clit and latched his lips onto them, sucking roughly, licking the sensitive bud.

I moaned loudly, gripping his hair roughly as his tongue flicked my clit harshly, intense pleasure waves circling throughout my body. "G'nna cum! Fuck!" he smirked and licked faster, slobbering all over my clit. "Such a shame I couldn't fill your pussy with my cum.." he muttered against my pussy.

My pussy tightly clenched around his fingers as my orgasm quickly approached, threatening to come at any moment. "Cum for me baby..all over my fingers.." he grunted lowly, his dark eyes looking up at mine, I nodded and moaned loudly as my orgasm crashed down, coating my juices all over his fingers.

He pulled out softly, licking up all the cum from my pussy first, not wasting a single drop, then moving to his fingers, sucking all the cum off. He stood up and pulled me up, pushing his fingers to my mouth, I opened as he stuck his fingers down my throat, sucking on them graciously, grimacing slightly as I tasted myself on his fingers.

He layed down in the bed and grabbed me, dragging me over to him and wrapping his arms around my small frame, kissing the top of my head. "Such a good girl for me.." he muttered, I smiled at his praise and eventually drifted off to sleep, tired from every event that took place today.

[faithinlouisfuture]

omg he sing to little louie in the baricade. he give hug too 💕💕💕

https://twitter.com/LOUIESTREAM/status/1789820066084626564/mediaViewer?currentTweet=1789820066084626564&currentTweetUser=LOUIESTREAM

i sawwwwww!!! im hearing that the fan is vision impaired and had a sign that said that his voice changed their life 🥹 earlier when he was squatting on stage, he was also saying to someone (in actions) that he’d hug them… i feel like he made the conscious effort to go to them and make this happen!!! i’m so happy for them 🥹🫶🏽

[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 45]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.2K

Warning(s): Emotions are high, everyone is kind of on edge, Mingi is guilty

"I need a medic!" Seonghwa ran out. That made Mingi shift his focus immediately, going from stewing anger to worry. He knew that Seonghwa was the only one left in the room with you. If the oldest was shouting for a medic, means you needed a medic.

"Did hyung say medic? I need to see her." Mingi said. But Yunho blocked the exit to the bathroom where they and the captain were now baricaded in.

"Mingi, calm down. Do you want Indigo to see you like this? Get a hold of yourself." Hongjoong asked.

"Captain's right, Mingi ah. Let them get her the help she needs. You're in no condition to help her now." Yunho frowned in agreement.

"He hurt her. We were all right outside, I was there. I was supposed to protect her. I let her get hurt." Mingi's bottom lip quivered as he frowned, sitting on the ground.

"Indigo getting hurt isn't your fault." Hongjoong squeezed his shoulder.

"Stay here with him. I'll go check on the situation and do some damage control." He said to Yunho, who nodded. Mingi opened his mouth to protest but the look Hongjoong shot him told him it was best if he kept quiet now. Yunho stepped aside to let Hongjoong out before meeting the eyes of his distraught best friend.

Meanwhile, Seonghwa laid you in his lap while the medic checked you. He was freaking out, trying to hold his panic in and to remain calm.

"She blacked out from the stress and anxiety. I could wake her up with smelling salts but after this event, it's best to let her take a break." The medic advised.

"I'd rather do that." Seonghwa said, slipping the mask back over your face carefully once the medic finished examining you.

"How's she?" Hongjoong came in with a frown.

"Let's take her back to the hotel to rest. She shouldn't stay here." Seonghwa looked up at the captain. Hongjoong nodded in agreement, leaving to get their manager and Eden.

"After discussing, we'll not continue with filming for today. Seyoon will be sent back to Korea and we'll contact the authorities." The manager informed.

"We'll finish filming tomorrow then fly back right after. Let's all go back to the hotel now. When we get back, we will have a call with the team in Korea to discuss what to do going forward." The other manager continued.

"I'll carry her. You two round up the others." One of the stronger managers said. Seonghwa and Hongjoong were reluctant but they trusted their managers to be careful.

"Hyung, we really are pressing charges right?" Seonghwa asked.

"Of course. No one will get away with hurting one of our own. Our team will make sure she's protected." Eden frowned.

"Let's go." Hongjoong got the other boys. They all walked behind their manager who was carrying you. Mingi's heart clenched as he watched you.

You were just being carried with no say or protest since you were still unconscious. He should be the one carrying you, holding you and comforting you, just the two of you alone.

"We'll ride with her." Sohee and Jihyun stepped up to ride with you in the staff van. Mingi wanted to scream, he should be riding with you.

"Thanks." San smiled to them before ushering Mingi to go into their own van. Mingi sat in his seat, not wanting to cause anymore drama or trouble for Hongjoong. Sure, he knew he shouldn't have punched the guy but that piece of trash deserved it. Not just because you're his girlfriend but his entire character.

"Everyone go to their rooms. Seonghwa and I will be with the managers, contacting the team in Korea." Hongjoong said the moment they arrived.

"But-"

"Yunho, stay with Mingi and make sure he stays in his room. San, you should stay with Indigo in her room." He continued, cutting Mingi off.

"Let us know when she wakes up." Seonghwa added. San nodded his head obediently.

"I'll call everyone to meet when we're done to update all of you." Hongjoong said. Everyone split ways. Mingi watched as the manager carried you into your room and San following behind him.

"Mingi..." Yunho urged Mingi to go into his room but the latter just stood in front of the door, not moving.

"Goddamn it. I should be able to see if my girlfriend is okay after an incident like that happens. I need to see for myself that she's okay and that bastard didn't hurt her. I should be the one she sees when she wakes up." Mingi clenched his fists angrily.

"She'll be fine with San. You'll be the first to know when she wakes up, alright? Then you can see her when she wakes up." Yunho put his hands on Mingi's shoulders.

"San, please take care of her." Mingi begged.

"You know I will." San assured with a soft smile before closing the door. With a shaky sigh, Mingi let Yunho nudge him into the room.

You woke up gasping for air, your hands shooting to your face to feel for your mask but your fingertips were met with the surface of your cheeks. But you weren't at the shoot.

"Indigo! You're awake." San was by your side in an instant. You looked at him, fear lacing your eyes.

"It's okay, you're safe. Everything's okay."

"M-My mask." You croaked out.

"Seonghwa hyung put it on you when we got everyone to leave the room. I only removed it when it was just you and me left here. I was afraid it would disturb your rest." He squeezed your hand reassuringly. He reached for the water bottle on your nightstand and uncapped it for you to take a sip.

"Mingi? Where's Mingi? Is he okay?" Your eyes widened. Was Mingi going to get in trouble for what he did to Seyoon?

"I already texted him and the others. He should be-" San was interrupted by the door slamming open. Mingi only took a few rushed strides to get to you.

"Baby." He hugged you tightly.

"Mings..." You cried into his shoulder. He rubbed your back, hushing you softly.

"It's okay. It's okay. I got you, I'm so sorry, baby." He buried his face against the side of your face, pressing comforting kisses to your temple. Your hands clutched the back of his shirt.

"We'll let the others know you're awake." San could easily text them but he and Yunho wanted to let you and Mingi have some time on your own. The moment the two of them left the room, Mingi carried you onto his lap to hold you.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I can't believe I let that happen." He repeated, closing his eyes.

"No, don't apologise. I don't know why I reacted like that..."

"What do you mean?" Mingi pulled away with a frown. He reached out to wipe the stray tears from your cheeks, tucking your hair away from your face.

"It's something so small but I over reacted. I just felt this fear wash over me." You frowned.

"Baby, that's completely normal. You thought he was going to hurt you and you were alone." He hugged you again.

"I don't want you to get in trouble because you punched him." You whispered. Mingi's chest hurt at the fact that you were more worried about him getting in trouble than you were about yourself.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. That guy got it coming, I'll punch him again if I could. No one gets away with hurting you, not under my watch." Mingi said seriously, stroking your hair. You closed your eyes, right now all you wanted to do was savour Mingi's warmth and security. Until someone cleared their throat.

"Sorry to interrupt, we need to talk." Hongjoong stood there. Mingi nodded but didn't move from his position until you gently tapped for him to let you go.

"Joong, Hwa..." You called. The two went over to hug you, their security was different from Mingi's.

"You scared me." Seonghwa said softly.

"I'm glad you're safe, Indi. I'm sorry that this happened under our watch. Luckily we got there in time." Hongjoong sighed into the top of your head.

"It's none of your faults. You didn't know, you were there to film and do a job." You denied.

"What did management say?" Mingi asked, reminding them of why they came in. One by one, the other members filled the room. But they all came to check on you before finding spaces to sit.

"So for Indi and those that don't know, Seyoon was sent on the next flight back to Korea. The company and authorities will deal with him then. That means we are pressing charges against him, we will all be giving our statements when we go home." Hongjoong informed.

"As for Mingi, we said your actions were all in self defense. Since Seyoon did grab Indigo physically." Seonghwa continued.

"No one suspects the any relationship between the two of you because we said any one of us would have done the same. Eden corroborates our close friendship." Hongjoong explained.

"But just in case, Mingi will be on home leave for two weeks." The captain said.

"Why?" You asked.

"Some staff members could start rumours and we want to ensure things are handled and settled before Mingi can be seen again." Seonghwa replied.

"CEO Kim said that we'll have staff and everyone there sign NDAs but this is a precaution. Indi, CEO Kim said we'll give you any assistance that you need so don't worry, okay?" Hongjoong looked at you, squeezing your shoulder. You wondered if CEO Kim was doing this to make you stay at the company.

"So what's the plan? We go home tomorrow?" Yunho asked.

"No. We'll finish filming tomorrow in the day then leave bright and early the following day. It'll be a tight schedule but let's just get it done and over with." Hongjoong said.

"Yes, captain."

"We don't have anything scheduled so let's all rest, have dinner then film tomorrow." Seonghwa looked at everyone.

"Clear out." Everyone moved to leave. Wooyoung pulled you into a tight hug and kissed your cheek lovingly before leaving the room. Only Mingi, Hongjoong and Seonghwa stayed with you.

"There is a recommendation for you to go home tomorrow morning as per the original plan. You don't have to but the sooner you give your statement to the cops, the better." Hongjoong said. Mingi wanted to protest but Seonghwa stopped him.

"It's her decision to make, Mingi ah." He advised. Mingi pursed his lips but nodded his head.

"If it is recommended for me to go home first then I'll do that." You said, casting Mingi a worried look. But he nodded his head, respecting your decision.

"It is but if you want us to be there and accompany you... it's just one more day. Whatever you want to do." Hongjoong told you.

"When's Eden going back?"

"He's going back tomorrow so if you want to, at least you won't be alone." He informed. Of course you wanted Mingi and the others with you but it felt like you've caused enough trouble.

"I'll go back tomorrow." You replied softly. Mingi tucked you under his arm, squeezing you lightly.

"We'll let the team know to arrange that. For now, just get some rest. You've had a long day. If you need any of us, we're all here for you." Seonghwa said, patting your thigh. He and Hongjoong stood up to leave the room when you called out of them. They both turned around to look at you questioningly.

"I'm sorry. I ruined everything." You chewed on your bottom lip.

"Silly girl, what are you saying? You didn't ruin anything." Hongjoong frowned, shaking his head. Seonghwa nodded in agreement, coming back and grasping your chin to tilt your head up.

"Why are you suddenly speaking such nonsense, hmm?" Seonghwa looked at you.

"If only I wasn't there, all this wouldn't have happened. Mingi wouldn't be in trouble, you guys wouldn't have delayed filming..."

"Baby, this isn't your fault, not in the slightest. I'm not in trouble, okay? And like I said, my only regret is not punching the guy harder." Mingi said to you.

"As much as I'm supposed to be disagreeing with Mingi as the captain, I honestly agree with him. I would have punched him too if I could." Hongjoong sent you a soft smile. Mingi sent the captain a touched look, grateful for the captain's support.

"Wait, the film- the camera-" You stuttered, remembering that Seyoon did get footage of you without a mask.

"Don't worry. It's been deleted and we made sure that no copies were made." Seonghwa smiled softly.

"More like Wooyoung destroyed the camera before he had the chance to do anything with the footage." Hongjoong rolled his eyes. Seonghwa sighed, shaking his head.

"He what?" Your eyes widened.

"Ripped it out of the guy's hands and threw it on the ground." Your eyes grew even wider if that was possible, jaw slack in disbelief.

"It's fine, the SD card wasn't damaged, we'll be handing it to the police. Wooyoung just got scolded but he'll be fine." Seonghwa promised you.

"You should rest. We'll see you two at dinner or let us know if you want us to get you some take away from downstairs." Hongjoong patted your head before he left with Seonghwa.

The moment the door close, you threw yourself at Mingi, burying your face in his chest. You wanted to say you were surprised by Wooyoung's actions but you weren't. You were touched, knowing how protective all the boys were of you but you didn't want them to do reckless things that would land them in trouble.

"Baby." Mingi pressed repeated kisses to the top of your head, holding you tight against him.

"When I saw him holding you like that, seeing the fear in your eyes, I just lost it. I wanted to hurt him for hurting you, I wanted to hurt myself for letting him hurt you." He whispered.

"Mings... No..." You looked up at him, seeing the tears spill down his cheeks.

"Then I saw you there, I couldn't even comfort you. I felt even guiltier, knowing I should have controlled my emotions." He cried.

"No, it was for the best and for everyone's safety, just in case he retaliated. Yunho removed you from a potentially dangerous situation." You cupped his cheek.

"He didn't let me go to you. When I heard Seonghwa calling for a medic, I nearly lost it again." He sobbed.

"I'm sorry, Mings."

"Don't say sorry, baby. You did nothing wrong. I failed to protect you and even then, I only prioritised my feelings. I couldn't be there when you needed me." He covered his eyes with his hand, turning away from you slightly.

"Seeing my manager carry your unconscious body out of the room and to the van. I should be the one to do that, I should be the one to hold you and comfort you."

"It's not your fault either, Mingi." You sat up, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Damn it! I should have been the one here when you woke up!" He yelled but it was muffled into your shoulder.

You held Mingi as he poured out all his emotions. His hands squeezed your hips, feeling all the guilt, anger and frustration from the entire day. Your heart broke hearing his broken sobs.

"I'm okay, Mings. We'll be okay, hmm?" You pulled away to look at him. He cupped your cheeks, pressing his lips against yours.

You and Mingi slept after that, all exhausted from crying and going through the events of the day. His arms circled your waist, holding you tight with his head against your chest. Your own arms draped over his shoulders, your legs tangled with each other. The two of you just needed to be with each other now.

"Mings? It's late... Shall we get the others to bring up dinner for us?" You asked, still half asleep yourself. Mingi murmured something you couldn't hear but you did feel him nod.

"I'll text Seonghwa." You momentarily detached yourself to get your phone off the night stand.

'Hi Hwa, do you mind getting me and Mingi some dinner? Just pick anything, we're not fussed. - Indigo'

'Of course. I'll ring the doorbell later. - Hwa'

Before Seonghwa came up, Mingi reluctantly let you go to shower. Then he took a shower. You were sitting at your desk, looking at work when Seonghwa rang the doorbell.

"I refuse to believe they just let you take a cart up here." You chuckled as Seonghwa pushed the dinner cart into the room.

"I just borrowed it. No way was I carrying everything on my own and I wasn't going to risk the others dropping the plates when they're so clumsy." Seonghwa sighed. You giggled, still grateful that Seonghwa did this for you and Mingi.

"Hey, Indigo." Seonghwa held your hand. You looked up at him in confusion. He gently tugged you to him to hug you, making you blink in surprise.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He whispered.

"I am, Hwa. Don't worry. I was just suddenly freaked out. I'm sorry that I scared you." You said.

"Mmm, don't apologise. And I understand, it's normal to freak out in such a situation. I'm just glad you were unharmed." He patted your back. You nodded, arms wrapping around his small waist.

"Enjoy your meal." He pulled away.

"Thanks." You smiled softly. Seonghwa stepped closer, placing a kiss to your forehead before leaving the room. Just as the door closed, Mingi came out.

"Someone came?" He blinked.

"Seonghwa dropped off our dinner." You explained. Mingi nodded, shuffling over to you and hugging you. His tall frame leaned over you. He smelled good, fresh from the shower. Mingi chuckled and kissed your cheek before sitting on the edge of the bed with you in his lap and pulling the cart over

"They let him take a whole serving cart up?" He asked in confusion, his chin resting on your shoulder, arms draped over your lap.

"I'm pretty sure he stole it when they weren't looking." You rolled your eyes. Mingi laughed, shaking his head. You moved to sit beside him instead as you both dug in.

"Tomorrow, we'll be at the film site before you leave for the airport." Mingi said, one hand on your thigh while the other held the fork he was using.

"I'll text you when I leave and update you." You promised.

"Please do. If you need me, you can call me any time, alright? Don't worry about interrupting me or bothering me." He turned to you.

"Okay. I'm not sure what's going to happen. I hope no one else hears about what happened..." You sighed.

"They all signed NDAs. But take a few days off, hmm? You deserve a short break." His thumb rubbed the skin of your thigh. You hummed, not really agreeing to take a break. Coming here with Ateez was meant to be your break.

"Maybe I'll work from home." You shrugged.

"Alright but at least take 1 day to rest?" He raised an eyebrow. You sighed but nodded, pinky promising him.

~

Series Masterlist

[brandogenius]

idk why but it seems so funny 😭 younger artist au but maybe some of the members of munagenius (idk lets say jo and julien) bringing ya to one of their favourite shows and just the vibes ??? idk why but the thought of jo,julien and ya camping out for baricade and fans queuing / campaign out too just vibing with the three of them. making bracelets and singing songs.

pov: you’re a munagenius fan and you open tiktok to see someone’s video but it’s them making friendship bracelets with ya, julien baker and jo maskin like a side quest 😭

idk i like the idea of like them (celebrities) just acting like fans and doing normal things and camping out for barricade just like people do to their shows 😭😭 i want to and WILL be adding this into a fic (brownie points if it was jo who bought the tickets with jb so they surprised reader together)

it reminds me when i queued up 12+ hours for a concert last year to get third row behind baricade and then get surprised by meeting the guitarist of said band in the airport on my way home 😭😭😭

reader having that experience and meeting their fav member like OH MY GOD

🥹🥹🥹🥹

[manchesterau]

obviously no hate to you but this fandom in general talks so much about louis setting boundaries clearly w fans regarding stuff about baricade and other things but when he actually very verbally and very clearly says things (like the tweet you’re talking about + the 2-3 abt Freddie) people call it rude 💀💀 make it make sense

the thing is he didnt HAVE to answer that question, he could have ignored it but he chose not to. i know he got thousands of questions and yet he didnt answer every single one, he CHOSE to answer that question and be a dickhead when he could have just moved on / ignored it

[vampyrfagg]

u guys making up stuff abt baricade brigade is soooo funny guys i promise they go to the toilet

[forensicated]

Smiffina Episodes - Episode 268

We start where the last episode left off - but suddenly now there's lots of people around for Smithy to yell at to get back in the flats and out the line of fire whilst he checks both Kirkby and Gabriel.

Spotting the sniper running from the roof, Smithy takes the chance to run towards the building to try catch him, running up the fire escape. Unfortunately he doesn't get chance to as by the time he gets there the sniper has potentially disappeared inside the building and baricaded the only way Smithy could get inside from the roof.

Gabriel is now back on his feet, wanting to get to Smithy to 'help' him search but Adam appears and orders him to the hospital before he can. At the station, Andrea rings Bruce to tell him about the shooting, interupted by Jack and Neil appearing before she can continue. Kirkby has been shot in the lower back and is critical. If he survives, he may never walk again.

Rowan and Adam join Smithy on the roof and discuss the shot and the sniper. Smithy finds a boot print near the door that leads to inside the building. "... It ain't mine."

Gabriel tries to discharge himself but Jack refuses to let him,. telling him he could have been the target and he has to stay overnight - with an armed officer as guard.

Andrea asks Smithy if he's cross with her because he told Gabriel about him being the one to report the accusation to MIT. Smithy says he's bigger things to worry about - like the sniper, and feeling guilty for 'letting' the sniper get away.

Gabriel speaks to Kirkby before he left, reassured he saw nothing. Morell arrives just in time and asks why Gabriel shouted for them to get down before the shot. Gabriel plays dumb, he doesn't know why he did it... perhaps something caught his eye, perhaps it was birds flying. He refuses to answer. Morell tells him that he's likely the intended target given Kerry's murder. He gives his armed officer the slip and leaves the hospital.

Uniform are having to wear body armour and go around with SO/CO19 officers. CID aren't - it's because it appears they're targeting uniform... but given Kerry wasn't wearing her uniform at the time, surely CID should be supported too if they're working on the idea that it's the police who are the targets?

Sheelagh and Leela are directed by neighbours to a man who they say 'is as shady as you like, involved in all sorts on the estate and has a gun'. They go to speak to him... with Sheelagh initially more interested at accusing Leela of stabbing her (Sheelagh's) friend at Barton St in the back than speaking to the suspect. For a woman who used to be Sgt until a few weeks ago, Sheelagh is laughably clueless at people management.

The man tells Sheelagh and Leela that they dislike him and call him a nonce and put faeces through his letter box. He admits he uses a water pistol to scare children off but doesn't have a gun.

Gabriel charges round to the 'friend' who has been working in allegience with him, furious that he dare do a job off his own back without Gabriel setting it up in advance. "You only shoot the people I tell you to!" The sniper admits he had to leave his van behind because Smithy run after him and 'messed everything up'. He's leaving because if they find the van and look into it, it's a link back to him. He tells Gabriel he shot Kirkby because Gabriel was arresting him and he so he thought he was scum. Gabriel asks why he started branching out alone and the sniper tells him he wanted to teach Gabriel a lesson. He tells him he messed up when he shot Kerry using his gun and his bullets and it would be him with his head in the noose if they found him. He's fed up of Gabriel calling the shots and wants to be the one making the decisions. He knows the truth about Gabriel being David Kent and pretending to be his brother - he's dangerous... not least when he holds Gabriel at gunpoint. Gabriel uses manipulation to talk him round and tells him that he'll go to the station and find out what they know - and make sure it doesn't come back on the sniper.

Gabriel meets Rowan at the scene of the sniper assault and questions her about the van that they're looking at. He asks if there's any leads. Rowan makes it back to the station before Gabriel and tells Smithy about her meeting with him. Both are suspicious about what Gabriel is up to. Gabriel returns to the sniper and tells him they've got a witness, a bootprint and are looking into the van after finding where he shot from. The sniper tells him to sort it out - if he goes down he'll take Gabriel down with him.

Smithy questions Gabriel once he finally arrives, on why he's hours later than he said he'd be. He questions if he's suffering delayed shock and tries to send him home. He tells him he knows what it's like to be shot at and that it shakes you up. Gabriel spaces out for a moment and mentions Kerry's death - Smithy questions it and Gabriel quickly covers saying he meant Kirkby and got confused. Smithy's even more suspicious, trying to work through what it means.

Gabriel thinks he's covered his back for the mean time, though that theory is blown out of the water when he walks into a room to find Suzie and Ken watching CCTV footage of the sniper hiring a van - right as the sniper turns to give a full view of his face on the screen.

[fangirlstorycreator]

The Legend Of The Lost Princess ♡ Chapter 20

All 3 of you ran in the direction of the screaming and loud noises, your company was in danger and you had to help them! As you, Tal and Cael reached the bottom of the stair case, Logan, Blackwall and Jareth were running down from the top. "We need to go! Run!" Jareth screamed as he flew past you, it's then that you see the creature at the top of the stairs, its an enormous grey wolf, with sharp teeth and a cruel snarl and growl. It was enormous and grey, it looked twice the size of 3 men, you were terrified!

It jumped down the stairs at you all, and tried to bite you, you couldn't get your spear out in time, but luckily Taligaro had his at the ready and blocked the wolfs teeth from biting you, instead biting into his sword. "Back away you evil beast!" Taligaro shouted at it, standing inbetween you and the wolf. All the other guys could see how brave Taligaro was being and they couldn't just run away. Blackwall was there first with his weapon armed and standing beside Taligaro, followed by Cael and his arrow, and Logan with his weapon too. Jareth took a moment to think about it, but despite his fear, he stood with you all against this wolf. Now all of you had your weapons ready and were baricading this wolf inbetween all of you, who were now circling this monstrous beast. It made a swing for Tal, but he deflected it, then it swung its enormous claws at Blackwall, but he screamed back at it, showing no fear. You see the guys closing in and getting nearer to killing it, when strangely your brain starts to think, you think about the story about the ring. And how anyone who wears it will be killed by this wolf, but why? The wolf is connected to this ring, maybe if the ring is destroyed, it can take care of the wolf? "Jareth! Where's the ring?!" "What?!" "Where is the god damn ring?!" "I-I dropped it upstairs!" "Alright, you guys keep it down hear, I'm going to get the ring!" You run up the stairs and head towards the room where the ring was, and the guys try to keep the wolf back enough with their weapons pointed at it, that doesn't stop it trying to jump at them or bite. "Damn it this thing is terrifying!" "Just keep it at a distance Jareth! Y/N has some kind of idea that connects the ring, we have to trust her thought process!" Said Taligaro.

Once you reach the room upstairs, your out of breath and scanning the entire room in your panicked state, hoping you would find the ring. "Yes!" You cry out as you find it on a bloodied finger on the floor, you grab it and pull the finger out, much to your disgust. You look at it closely as you try to run back to the company, and you can see something in it, something moving. It looks almost like someone's eyes, looking pleadingly though the ring up to you. Whoever was looking back at you, they looked trapped! And it was something that you knew would take care of the wolf, maybe even free the person who you thought was inside!

Your running back through the upstairs when you hear a loud cry of pain. "Aaarrgghh!" "TAL!!" That was Taligaro's voice! You raced down to the staircase as you see Taligaro holding his arm as he is shaking, sat against the wall in blood, the others desperately fighting this wolf and trying to keep it from killing them. You quickly think of a way to try and distract it, but how? Well? It was so similar to a dog? "Hey! (Whistles!)" You immediately get its attention as you hold your blade above the ring that you placed on the floor. "Say goodbye to your precious ring!" And with that, you slam your blade into the ring, smashing it into tiny little shards as a large and loud sounding cloud of dark magic escapes it, and swirls all around the room. Engulfing the wolf in darkness as the last thing you hear from it is a howl, everyone in the room desperately clings to something as the magic moves through and makes everything feel scary and dark, the magic slowly gets smaller, still whipping around the wolf, all you could think about was getting back to Taligaro, but you couldn't until the magic had gone. And within the next few moments, the wolf collapsed and it looked as if the whole area covering it had turned completely black, like a dark sheet had covered it. You and the others were able to stand up now, and you ran down the stairs straight to Taligaro as Jareth and Blackwall approach the dark mass. "Tal! By the gods what happened?!" "It just-" He says through gritted teeth, trying to hold back the pain. "It got me with one of its claws-hhsssss! F#ck I can't move my arm, it hurts so much"

"Just sit still for me ok Tal? Logan! I need your help please!" Logan is beside you within an instant. "I've already taken out some bandages Y/N, hear, I'll keep pressure on the cut while you dress the wound" "Thank you" Logan and you help Taligaro as Cael brings over a canister of water, to wash away some of the blood. Blackwall and Jareth look at this mass as is slowly dies away "So this wolf was powered by magic?" "It must have been. When you picked up the ring, it must have triggered it or something" "Are you saying it's my fault Blackwall?" "Arent most things your fault?" "Hey!" Suddenly, the black mass whips up a little and changes its colour to white, slowly dissipating away, and revealing something else, instead of a wolf. "Hhhsssss! Ouch!" "I'm sorry Tal, its nearly done ok?.....and there, your all patched up now, it may hurt for a while, but once we find a safe place to camp, I'll find you some milk of the poppy ok?" "Th...thank you Y/N, and you Logan" "Don't mention it man" The conversation is interrupted by Jareth shouting over to you. "Hey guys! You need to come and see this" "Why? Is the wolf dead?" Asked Logan "Uhhh, not quite...." You and Logan help Taligaro to his feet and help him walk over to where Blackwall and Jareth were, and you were completely stunned at what you saw before you. On the floor where the wolf should be, was a naked and passed out young woman. She couldn't have been more than maybe 26? 27? She had long ashen hair and was curled up in a little ball on the floor. Did you break some curse when you destroyed the ring? Was she the wolf the whole time? "You guys wait her a moment, I'm going to grab some of my spare clothes off Maximus" You run outside to Maximus as the other men just stare in fascination at what had happened. "Have you ever known something like this to happen Taligaro?" "Never Blackwall, I've never seen this kind of black magic before" Cael then said "The poor thing must have been trapped as a wolf for years"

Jareth nods in agreement "Yeh your right.....she is kind of hot though-" "JARETH!" "What?! I was just being honest Blackwall!" "Try to be quiet instead" You run back into the building and kneel beside this woman. "Would you guys mind turning around? I need to dress her and see if she's hurt at all" They all awkwardly cough and turn around to give her some privacy. Your careful as you dress her and check to see if she has any cuts or bruising, but there's nothing, she just looks utterly drained. Now that she was dressed, they turned back around and you try to pick her up. "What are you doing Y/N?! She is a wolf!" "Obviously she's not a wolf anymore Jareth! And we can't leave her hear on her own. If we make a camp somewhere, we can keep an eye on Taligaro and help her wake up, she may not know what happened to her, she needs help" "Hey Y/N, hear, let me take her" Blackwall says kneeling down to you, you nod your head in agreement as he carefully picked her up and holds her in his arms, almost like holding a bride. You all make your way outside to the horses, and as Blackwall saddles himself with her, the others do the same as you talk to Tal. "Hey, are you ok? Is this still hurting you?" "I'll be alright Y/N, don't you worry" "That's easier said than done Tal, when I saw you back there, I was frightened for you. I hated seeing you hurt, you still are" "I've sustained worse injuries Y/N, trust me" But that doesn't change the worry that instills in you, and Taligaro can see this. He gives you a sympathetic smile and rests his good hand on your shoulder. "I promise...I'm ok...Now come on, we need to find somewhere to camp, it will be getting dark soon" And with that, you and everyone else are on your horses and making your way through the rest of the forest. It took another hour until you all reached a hill in the forest, where you were able to see far beyond the trees and darkness.

In the distance, it looked like it would be another 10 miles until you reached the next stop of your journey....the lake of mists.... "Its getting dark, we should camp up hear" "I agree Y/N, let's get going guys" Cael replies to you. Everyone started getting off their horses to sort out their camping gear, including Blackwall, who is still holding the young woman as he climbs down. Jareth decided to walk over to Blackwall and have a little chat with him. "Hey man!" "What?" "I was just wondering man, she's uhh, still out of it right? And you must be tired from carrying her all afternoon, why don't I take her for a while for you? It will give you a rest" He says with a cheeky smile. Blackwall gave him a death stare, it made Jareth feel uneasy as he started walking back away from him. "Hey man, I was just trying to be helpful...I'll uhh...I'll be over hear, putting up my tent" And with that, he left Blackwall alone. Blackwall kicked his bed roll out along the floor and gently laid the young woman down on it, as you walked over to him. "How is she doing?" "She's still completely out of it, but hopefully she may come around when we start cooking something" "Your right, hey so what was the deal with Jareth? Was he trying to wind you up again? I think he just lives to annoy people" "No, he offered to take over and watch her, but I wouldn't let him" "Why not? Don't you trust him?" "To look after her? Yes. But I dont trust that I just know in my mind, that he might try to wake her up and ask her all these questions about what happend to ber before she's ready. Plus, he said she was hot when he saw her, something tells me that he would try to flirt with her. When she wakes up, she needs support, not some idiot trying it on with her" "I do agree with you on that, your doing a great job with her, I'm going to help Tal put up his tent if you need me"

"Alright, thanks....wait, Y/N" "Yeh?" "I wanted to talk to you about something" "What's up?" "I just had a thought about this woman, I feel that it might be better if your the one to talk to her when she wakes up" "Why's that?" "Whatever she's been through, waking up in a group of random men must add to the confusion and may even scare her. I just thought if she sees another woman, it may help ease her into it" "You make a good point Blackwall, alright, you just let me know when she starts to stir" "Thanks" After talking to him, you walk past all the guys until you reach Tal, who is struggling to get his things off his horse. "Hear, let me help you Tal" You tell him as you take his bed roll out of his hands, he looked like he was struggling. "That's not necessary Y/N, honestly" "Yeh? Tell that to the look of pain on your face just simply trying to get your bed roll down. Your hurt remember? You need to take it easy" You take his tent out and start pitching it up while he stands beside you. "I've got to say, it's nice having someone help me out. Usually I'm the one doing that as the general, but it's nice that your helping...thank you Y/N" "Your welcome Tal, I can understand that you have a lot of responsibility with your role as general. I personaly don't think I could deal with that job" "Says the woman who slayed a basalisk" "Are you going to keep bringing that up?" "I will until you feel proud about it" You both smile and share a chuckle, as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Are you sure I can't help you with my tent? Maybe I could-" "Tal, you'd better sit down and take it easy, or I'll have to sit you down myself" ".......you say that, but I wouldn't mind if you did...." And just like that, you feel the warmth of a blush spread over your cheeks, you turn away to hide it, but Taligaro knew what he did. You make yourself busy as you continue making his tent, and a few minutes later, it's all done. "Hear we go, why don't you get comfortable in your tent while I see who wants to go with me to find something to cook for dinner"

"Are you sure I can't help?" "Tal..." "Alright alright I get it. I'll do as I'm told, but only because its you" "Thank you, it was awful seeing you in pain, the last thing i want to see is you getting worse" "Mmhhmm..." He looks a little down, and you see that. "What's wrong?" "It's nothing" "I know that's not true. Tal, you can trust me. What's wrong?" "It's just that...I'm not used to this" "Used to what?" "Being cared for...having someone focus their attention on me and my problems. I'm just not used to having someone think about my needs" "Well, when I'm around, that's something new your going to have to get used to" He looks at you in a wonderful way, smiling so nicely that you see all his beautiful white sparkling teeth, that kind of smile made your heart warm. "I still remember seeing you for the first time when you approached my camp you know, I never knew I was about to be so lucky" "Lucky? I walked into your camp and managed to fight you blindfolded! You consider that lucky?" "No I don't consider that part lucky....you were the lucky part" "That's...very sweet Tal...thank you" You both shared another smile before it was interrupted by Jareth shouting to you both. "Hey guys! I'm starving over hear, have we decided who's hunting yet?" You huff and give Tal an annoyed look. "Looks like someones impatient, I'll see you in a while" "Alright Y/N...be careful" "Don't worry, I will"

"Finaly! Now have you decided who's going to hunt for some food Y/N?" "Well, my thoughts wait-wait a moment-why am I the one that's deciding?" Blackwall walks over to you both. "Its because we all trust your choice and judgement after what happened in the abandoned house today. Plus, Jared hear barley has any brain cells to rub together in that noggin of his" "Hey! And its JARETH! I've told you so many times!" Blackwall just smirks and gives him a side eye. "Alright you two. Ok, let's have a think about this...Blackwall, you said you wanted me to be there first one to talk to the woman when she woke up, and I'm the one with the most medical experience, so it makes sence for me to keep an eye on Tal and her if she starts to stir" "I like your thinking, your right you should stay hear" "Hey hey! Why can't I stay hear with her and Taligaro?" "Because I don't trust you to not try it on with her the minute she wakes up!" "Seriously Blackwall!...I mean she is cute but-thats not the point-" "Both of you stop! Alright, I'll stay hear, and if I remember correctly, it was Logan and Cael who hunted last time while you collected fire wood. So let's just switch it up, you guys hunt while Cael and Logan get the wood, sound fair to you?" Blackwall nods his head in agreement, and Jareth just kicks the dirt around on the floor "I guess so" "Good, I'll just go and tell the otners what the plan is, and I'll let you two find something for dinner. Oh and Blackwall! I don't want to see Jareth over your shoulder and you saying you accidentally hunted him ok?" You say in a slightly sarcastic and jokey way. "I'm not sure I can keep that promise Y/N" He smirks while you chuckle and walk away, Blackwall picks up his weapon and Jareth follows behind. "You can keep that promise right buddy? It was only a joke right?.....right?...Blackwall?!"

As they walk deeper into the woods, you approach Cael and Logan. "Hey guys, would you two be alright to collect some firewood please? Blackwall and Jareth are taking care of the dinner" "Yeh no problem, let's just hope Blackwall doesn't bring Jareth back as the dinner" "I've already warned him not to do that" You all share a little laugh before Logan says "Are you staying hear with Taligaro?" "Yeh, I think I should keep an eye on him" "I think so too, men like him won't stop doing things unless their told too. Especially by a woman, I don't know what it is? But woman have this super power over certain men" Cael smirks and chuckles "I think there's two powers they have Logan, their called boobs" "Cael!" "What? Any straight man can't resist!" They both bicker over that comment, but it just makes you laugh. "Shouldn't you both be getting some fire wood?" "Oh yeh! I think I saw some wood back behind the big trees over there, you coming Logan?" "I'll be right there Cael" Cael starts walking away and Logan quickly says something quietly to you. "Cael may be right about the boobs thing, but that's not the two things making Taligaro do as he's told with you" "Oh really? And what two things would that be?" "Your eyes Y/N...throughout this whole journey, not once has he been able to keep his eyes off yours...I'm just saying. I'll see you later" "Yeh...see you later Logan" Was he right? Was Taligaro really not able to stop looking at your eyes? There were times you remember looking deeply into his while he did the same to you, but was Logan right?" You shake off the thought and start getting some pots and pans out for when they came back with something too eat, meanwhile, Blackwall and Jareth had walked into an area where there was an animal trail.

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Prompt is courtesy of @writing-prompt-s:

"You are a werewolf and everyone in the village knows. When its nearing the full moon they all help you baricade yourself in your home since you are the only wheat farmer in town. Everything was fine until some self righteous lord takes over and demands not only your land but your home as well."

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"Allen killed his first deer yesterday - he wants you to have it."

I look up from my tea, surprised. "I hadn't realized he was old enough to go hunting yet. How big are we talking?"

"Oh, nothing much. It's just a full-grown buck, weighing shy of 270 pounds with an 8-point rack."

"270!" I sputter, tea almost coming out of my nose. The bastard timed that bit of information too well. "Paulie, I can't accept that. Winter is coming. His family will - "

"His family has already agreed to give it to you." Paulie - or 'Little Paul' as he's called by the folks in the village - interrupts what's gearing up to be a fully reasoned argument as to why I cannot accept such a fine offering. "Mary considers it a good omen that he got it right before the moon."

I look down towards my tea again. I'm not one to believe in omens, but even I find the timing of a 12 year old killing a full-grown buck on his first hunting trip now of all times to be suspicious. Allen's family has been very kind to me since I came out about my 'Moonly Issues', and I would be a fool to turn away such a thoughtful gift. Mary would probably tan my hide and put it in the entryway of their home as a warning to others about accepting the kindness of your neighbors.

However, I've never been one to give in easily. "Tell them I'll pay them the full value after the moon."

Paulie's blue eyes dance with restrained laughter. "You're welcome to tell them that yourself. I'd rather avoid the lecture."

He takes a long sip of his warmed cider, his preferred drink during autumn. This year, the season seems to be rushing towards winter faster than anyone wants. Being this close to the Full Moon makes me more susceptible to the cold, so I've wrapped my hands around my own tea and desperately wish to bury myself in about four thick blankets.

"Cold?" Paulie asks, a look of understanding crosses his face as I reluctantly nod. "This weather is miserable. I'll get with the twins to make sure you have extra blankets when you wake up tomorrow."

I sigh. The twins will probably make sure I have every blanket in town if they have their way. "Please try to temper their enthusiasm. You know how they get."

"I know. Cara and I will supply the blankets. That should ensure you only have to deal with a small mound of covers rather than an avalanche."

I laugh. "Thanks, Paulie. What would I do without you?"

"Mmm... you'd survive. We're just happy to look after you. Mark is just glad you're making use of the old property. He's willing to sell it to you for a fair price."

I shake my head. "I have no need for two properties. My little homestead is just fine. It's just a little..."

Paulie scratches his scruffy beard while he hums in understanding. "You know how Tall John installed those new iron-bound wooden doors to both your home and this house? All the reading he and Jacob have done says that should be enough to keep you locked in during the change, but I respect your desire to keep a healthy distance from the town."

"It's not that I don't appreciate their research," I say while looking around the sparsly furnished room. I don't need much this time of the month and had been forced to spend more time than I thought I would arguing with Mark that, no, I didn't need a better bed. I'd probably just destroy it. "It's just that I don't want to risk anyone. You've all been very kind."

"Of course we are!" He grins. "If it wasn't for you, Suzi might not have made it through last winter. Plus, the grain you stored away kept the whole village fed when the meat ran out. We're just returning the favor."

I look down to hide my blush. I had only been doing what was right. There was no reason to hoard all that extra grain when it would feed the village. As for Suzi - Paulie's youngest - she had been ill off and on all winter, and it seemed that fresh meat helped. It hadn't been that much of a hardship to get as far from civilization as possible during the Full and hunt.

Taking care of the Pack is instinct for the Wolf, after all.

"It was nothing, Paulie." I say. "I was happy to help."

"And we're happy to look after you." Paulie replies. "Now, do you need anything before I go and tell Allen the good news?"

I think about it a moment. The town always makes sure that there is plenty of tea to drink and books for me to read while I wait for moonrise. I prefer to lock myself away the whole day of the Full Moon - not because I'm dangerous the whole day, but because I'm always so blasted cold even during the height of summer and it makes my joints ache something fierce.

Others with my affliction say it's different for everyone - some are more sensitive to the chilled pull of the moon than others. Many say it's a sign of strength, with the more spiritual saying that the moon blesses her chosen to sense her power even during the day so that they can pull on it if the need arises.

I just find it to be entirely uncomfortable. So, I hide away in the cabin, downing cups of near scalding tea while wrapped in the warmest sweater I own in an attempt to stave off the chill.

"Another blanket if you don't mind. Oh, and if you can ask Big Paul to place something heavy in front of the door after you're done bringing things over, that would be great."

Paulie doesn't roll his eyes, but I can tell he's considering it as he stands. I have always found it ironic that the town calls Paulie 'Little Paul' despite being 6 feet tall and 250-odd pounds. Then again, 'Big Paul' is 5 inches taller and at least 50 pounds heavier.

"Don't I always? I already planned on speaking with Paul anyway. I'll need his help to bring the buck over. Sucker is heavy."

"You do know they invented this new device. I've heard it's called a wagon. Means you don't have to drag the beast all the way here." I tease.

"I'm familiar." He drawls, standing in the doorway. "However, would you like to bring that beast in here yourself?"

"No, thank you!" I rush to say. No way would I be able to bring that inside. Plus, that would mean going outside where it is cold.

"Then hush. I'll be back in a while."

. . . . . . . .

"Oh dear. Why do you always insist on sleeping on the floor? I have it on good authority that even dogs enjoy sleeping on the bed."

I roll over and open my eyes, squinting them in the light. I feel vaguely hungover and my body aches some. The change last night must not have been as awful as it could have been. I've had better ones, but on average, this one wasn't terrible. Lonely, but not painful.

"Bed is awkward when you're 7 feet of gangly Wolf limbs." I reply to the voice. "Floor is easier."

"Hmph. Sure it is! Maybe we'll just have to make you a bigger bed then!"

"Ugh, no." I roll over to face the voice, almost rolling into a pool of blood. I almost panic for a second - did someone get in? - when I remember the deer. That would explain the mess and why I only feel like I drank too much last night rather than like I'm recovering from a terrible illness.

"No? Don't tell me this is some sort of 'Punishment' thing! Just because some idiots think that your illness is some sort of 'Divine Retribution' for whatever sin your ancestors committed doesn't mean you don't deserve to be comfortable." Eva - one half of the brown eyed, brown haired Harrison twins - is looking down at me with a look of mild disappointment.

"No. It's practical." I say, sitting up. At some point, one of them must have put 3 blankets over me. I'm thankful and wrap myself in one. Not that there is any shame in my naked form, and the twins would scold me if I even considered it, but it takes a couple hours for the moon's chill to recede. "I'll just tear at a mattress with my claws trying to get comfortable."

"Hmm..." she squints at me. She doesn't buy it, but isn't going to argue with the only Werewolf she knows over the matter. Especially when there are more important issues. "Are you hungry?"

"I could eat."

"Hah! You sure? You certainly gorged yourself last night!" Eva gestures to the bloodied mass on the floor next to me.

I shrug self-consciously. The Wolf is always such a messy eater. "Transformation takes a lot out of you."

"Well, Lacey will get something fried up for you. Won't you, Lace?" Eva looks over to the small kitchenette in the corner where her twin is standing by the stove, eyebrow arched in challenge.

Lacey doesn't rise to the bait, which is odd. If there is anything that the twins enjoy more than hovering over me after the full moon, it's arguing with each other. They will argue over anything and everything. They find it to be good fun - everyone else just finds it bewildering.

Eva is also disconcerted by the lack. "Lacey! Won't you start breakfast for our dear doggy pal here? I'd do it, but I'm cleaning up deer viscera."

"What? Oh, sure! What sounds good, dear?" Lacey seems to be trying to shake off whatever is distracting her with limited success, considering she - with her well-known sensitive disposition - doesn't even acknowledge the mention of deer guts on the floor.

"Now I know something is wrong. What's gotten into you?" Eva almost sounds concerned rather than irritated, but only just.

"Oh, it's that notice on the community board. The one about the Lord."

"What notice?" I ask, gathering my blanket around me while standing up and making my way to the little table. The aches are easing - I'll have to come up with something nice to give to Allen if he won't accept payment for the buck.

"The one they put up today about how our village is being given to some Lord or another." Eva says, tone unimpressed and hands covered in gore. "All that means is our taxes fill a different coffer is all."

"That's not what Marcie is saying! She's heard of this Lord Ransom. Apparently, he was given ownership over another village and he either bought out the villagers' homes or harrassed them into leaving."

"Lace, I know you like the girl, but where would Marcie have heard anything about a Lord? She barely leaves her house!" Eva exclaims in disbelief, hands flying up.

I flinch back as some blood lands on my face. I'm sure my face is already a bloody mess, but I don't desire to make it any worse.

"Watch it, you fool! You're getting blood everywhere!" Lacey scowls, coming over with a wet towel to wipe my face. "And if you must know - she heard it from her cousin. She does write to her extended family fairly often. Just because you never mastered the proper social graces doesn't mean the rest of us didn't."

Eva rolls her eyes but does keep the gestures to a minimum. "And this supposed 'cousin' of hers knows this Lord Ransom?"

"I'm given to understand that he knows him well enough, even if they're not exactly bosom buddies."

"Hmm..." Eva hums, then uncharacteristically changes the subject while turning to face me. "Would you mind if I took some of this antler? My boy has gotten it in his head that he'd like to take up carving and has been asking for antlers. Don't know how long his interest will last, but I figure 'why not?'"

"Take the whole carcass, or what's left of it. I have no need of it. Just ask him to let me know if he makes something he's proud of and wants to sell. I'd like to get a chance to look at it first." There - that takes care of both dealing with the deer and gives me the opportunity to get my debt to Allen's family cleared if they won't accept my money.

"Delightful. I'll be sure to ask. Thank you."

I just nod and look over at Lacey for a moment while Eva begins to clean and wrap up the deer. She's looking distracted again while frying up the bacon.

I clear my throat. It's going to be a bit sore from the howling for a day or two. "You know, Eva is probably right about that Lord Ransom, but I've got some contacts myself within the Werewolf community. I'll send out some letters over the next couple of days. What did the notice say? Anything about a meeting?"

"Yes, there's to be a meeting with both the Tax Collector and the Lord in two weeks at the tavern. All adults are encouraged to attend." Lacey looks over her shoulder. "And thank you, dear. I appreciate you looking into it."

"Well, now that those issues are being looked into and your worries are settled," Eva wanders over after washing up outside. The carcass was wrapped up and placed in their wagon presumably. "Maybe you can focus on breakfast. The bacon is about to burn."

"Oh, bother!"

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"This is highway robbery! We can't afford those taxes! We're barely making enough to cover the current rate as is!"

"I don't like it either, Mark, but what can we do?" Paulie yells over the angry din of the tavern. "The new Lord has the right to set the tax rate. We'll just have to adjust!"

"Adjust!" Mark yells, grey mustache quivering. "You can't drain blood from a stone! There's no adjusting to such!"

I wince at the volume, thankful that the moon is dark in the sky. Closer to the Full, I'd be practically whimpering under the table. I cannot say I disagree with the man, however. It is an unfair amount, especially for a town that is constantly walking far too close to famine each winter.

I look around the table. The whole tavern is full, but seated with me are those who help me the most often during the moon. There's Paulie, local busybody/my friend; Cara, Paulie's wife and the schoolteacher with intense green eyes; Mark, the village blacksmith and carpenter; Jacob, Mark's eldest son and the villages pharmacist; Mary and Charles, Allen's parents and owners of the only other farm in town outside of my own; and the twins Eva and Lacey who, when they're not caring for a tired Werewolf post moon, run the tavern and small inn.

"Maybe we can discuss it further with him. He said that he'd be in town the next couple of weeks." Mary says while brushing her blonde hair out of her face. "If we can get the figures together, maybe we can help him see. He's not familiar with the area - he admitted to that much. He might not realize that we simply can't afford what he's asking for. "

"No, I know the type." Charles massages his knuckles while he speaks. The chill of autumn is hard on his arthritis, or maybe he's imagining punching that swarmy Tax Collector on the nose. I certainly am. "He 'earned' his money on the backs of the people. He'll break us first before he'll compromise."

"Well, it doesn't hurt to try, right?" Eva points out, her expression sour, but not just because of the topic. The person to deliver the Lord Ransom's 'most generous and gracious tax plan' was the Tax Collector, otherwise known as her ex... something or other. No one has ever really said for certain, except to say that their falling out was more like a nasty explosion that rocked the town. "He just wants money - maybe he'll take installments instead of one lump sum at the end of the year."

"I'm not sure we could even afford that," Lacey looks over at me, eyebrows knitted in concern. "What did your contacts say?"

The table goes quiet, and everyone looks towards me. They have all been curious about my network of Werewolf contacts. I tried to explain that we were all just people who happened to have a pretty major, life-altering condition in common - one that is fairly demonized and greatly misunderstood by a good majority of the population. It makes sense to have a network, even if to only be sure we didn't settle in an area where people would kill us. It isn't anything different than keeping up with some extended family.

Considering how focused everyone at the table is on me, I don't believe it sunk in.

"He's rich, powerful, and well connected. The rumors Marcie's cousin heard are true - he has been buying up towns and villages. Most of my better connected friends are confused as to why - it makes more sense to keep the village intact and collect taxes. What they do know is that all the places he bought out were old mining towns. Some still are in operation, but most haven't been used in years."

"So he's after the mines, then." Jacob speaks up for the first time that night, swirling his drink in his glass. "At least we know that much."

"What mines?"

"There's nothing in those mines. They were stripped ages ago."

I look over to Paulie, who had spoken when I did. I raise an eyebrow.

"The silver mines. They lay just outside the village. Been blocked off for years once they were stripped of anything of value at the time. They closed when I was a kid." Paulie nods at me, then gives me a quelling look when I notice the play on words.

Not the whole story, then - something to discuss later.

"Regardless of his reasons, the tax issue must be addressed." Mark presses.

We all agree on that much.

. . . . . . . . .

"I kept my peace, but I want to know what you mean by 'at the time.'"

Paulie looks over to Jacob. "You're the one who brought it to my attention. You explain it."

Jacob never looks comfortable. Tonight, sitting at my table, he looks less so. He's accepting of my furry problem, but he's heard too many horror stories to ever be completely at ease in my home.

It's just the three of us. Paulie wouldn't say why, but I knew he wanted to keep this quiet, so I invited him for late night tea. The village is used to us meeting up that no one will think too much about Paulie inviting his pal Jacob along.

Jacob clears his throat. "You're not the only one who has been exchanging letters with others outside of town. I've got an uncle up north who is really into new science innovations, and he's been all excited about a new mineral that has been discovered that has some rather explosive properties if bonded with other elements. Apparently, kingdoms are clamoring for it to continue their wars and are willing to pay handsomely for it."

"Let me guess: this miracle mineral is found in silver mines."

"It appears so. The problem is that if you want this mineral for its explosive properties, it has to be processed a certain way almost immediately after being removed from the earth, or else it's just a pretty, if useless, rock."

"That's why he's scooping up the land around the mines. He needs the space." Paulie muses.

Jacob nods. "He would need both a place to store the mineral before and after the processing as well as space for treatment."

"Okay, now that we've answered that, here's the real question: Why?" I look at them both.

"Why what?"Jacob asks.

"Why the pretense? Why pretend he's interested in the village's taxes when what he really wants is the land itself?"

Paulie, as always, follows my thinking. "Because the King doesn't know. The King gave him the right to collect taxation, not to kick the townsfolk out of their homes and reopen the mines. What do you want to bet he isn't giving the King his fair percentage?"

"I'm not taking that bet." I reply with a grin.

"Nor I, but this is all merely speculation. We don't have proof of such things." Jacob cuts in. "What are we going to tell everyone else?"

I think about it. Jacob is right. We have no proof of wrongdoing, just buckets of speculation. "Regaredless of his reasons, there's only one clear path: We must not sell him our homes."

"With these taxation rates, many won't have a choice but to move," Paulie looks to be thinking it over. "But if those who are better off help out the others..."

"Then the bastard will get his money and won't have a choice but to leave us alone." Jacob says triumphantly. Then his expression turns sober. "That only leaves the rumors of his harassment campaign. He might not go away quietly."

"We'll handle when it comes up." I say, and if my smile is a little sharp, you can always blame the Wolf.

. . . . . . . .

"I hate that man! I hate him and his stupid cane! Jules didn't deserve that!"

I look over to Allen, but I can't bring myself to chastise him. I also hate the Lord Ransom. A week out from the Full and each night I get steadily colder and the Wolf inside begins to bay for blood. This would be manageable - I've been doing it for years - if it wasn't for that damned man.

The offers started last week when no one packed up immediately to avoid his high taxes. The gossip chain (the Marcie-Lacey-Eva-Mary-Cara-Paulie version anyway) spoke of the high amounts of money being offered. A couple of families had taken the deal, and no one could begrudge them that, but most of the town held firm.

This is our home, and we aren't going to be bought out.

This week, the harassment campaign began. Big men, saying they spoke on behalf of the 'Good Lord Ransom', went to random homes and offered larger sums of money. If those families refused the offer, then they were threatened. A few of them had rocks thrown in their windows.

Eva's home had gotten a visit, and she blistered the goons ears for the attempt. Who did they think they were threatening her? What would their mothers say?

They didn't take kindly to the scolding. In retaliation, that night, they threw a burning bottle of liquid through her son's window while he slept. He will survive, but the flames weren't kind.

The house, however, is lost.

"I know. I'm worried about Jules, too." I say. We're sitting on my porch while Mary and Charlie get Eva settled at her sister's place. Eva is furious and out for blood. The two of them are the only ones capable of restraining her - everyone else wants to help her or hide the body.

I can't say I blame them, either.

Maybe I'll let Eva get her pound of flesh and put what's left of him in the pig pen. Saves time on hiding the body, not that I think anyone would look that hard for it based on his reputation.

"I hate that man! Mom says he's greedy and is gonna get what's coming to him. Do you think so?" Allen looks up at me from his angry brooding. He's clutching his fists in his lap tight enough to see the whites of his knuckles.

I look down at him. "Men like that always get their due."

. . . . . . . . .

"Nice farm you have here."

I look up from my work. Harvesting the last of the wheat and preparing the grounds for the frosts to come must have been consuming my attention. Normally, 3 days out, I'm hyper aware of my surroundings. I should've heard him approach a hundred feet or so ago.

The Lord Ransom is not a handsome man despite the quality attire he wears. Prematurely balding with beady brown eyes hiding behind thick spectacles, I imagine there are few hearts that flutter at the mention of him if either his title or money aren't mentioned in the same sentence. He carries himself like he knows he deserves better than being in a place where his new leather shoes might get mud on them, but he is willing to suffer the indignities to suffer us.

Or maybe I'm too close to the Full and his very presence is irritating me, but I know how to play nice when the situation calls for it.

"Good afternoon, my Lord. It's not much, but it's home."

His resulting laugh is high and boisterous - and very false. "And what a fine home it is! I was actually hoping to talk to you about it."

Ah. I'd been wondering what was taking him so long. Everyone else in town had gotten offers and threats over the past couple of weeks. I had wondered if my 'Moon Problem' had been shared with him and he was avoiding me. Ideal, considering I can't stand the fool, but it would be so very annoying if he hired someone to 'take care' of me.

There's no reason to play dumb. "I hear you're buying up land."

"I am, but if I was only interested in that, I would've sent one of my associates to talk with you." Somehow, his smile is more false than his laugh.

"I've heard you've spoken to everyone in town yourself before outsourcing the... negotiations to your associates. Is there a reason you would not offer me the same courtesy?"

"Not at all!" He proclaims loudly. He certainly likes the sound of his own voice. "I'm just a busy man and grow weary of the slog of negotiating."

If this man is weary of anything, it's probably being denied what he wants. I know the type well enough.

"You are asking a lot of these people. Some of these homes have been in their family for generations. That kind of thing is priceless." I reply lightly, leaning on skills I haven't needed in years and slipping into that old, highborn accent.

He was not the only one taught by a Governess, after all.

He may be unattractive, but he's not a fool. He catches on quickly. "You are not from around these parts, are you?"

"No. I was raised somewhere more like those places you prefer to be - with their high vaulted ceilings, crystal goblets, and gentle manners. I wanted something different, and I found it here."

It's almost too easy to slip into that role of misplaced noble. Just a person of gentle birth who wanted to step away for a while - rough it with the common folk - but with the right offer, they would be willing to be swept back into that glittering world.

Not that I want to go back, of course, but this man only respects those of his own rank and, by rights, I'm that and more. A common person won't get through to him, but someone from his world? He might give them their due consideration.

The Lord Ransom assesses me. I know he's unmarried, and I know that there are circles closed to him because of that. I can see the calculations going on in his head and the plans that he discards based on this development.

"You own this farm outright? No debt to the town?"

"The property is mine, yes."

He laughs, incredulous. This laugh is genuine, at least. "I suppose that you work the land yourself then? No hired hands to help?"

I look at him blandly, as I had been raised to do. "I believe that would defeat the purpose."

"And what purpose would that be?" He leans in, expression curious. I imagine he couldn't ever imagine himself willingly working in the dirt for all the gold in the King's vault.

"To make something of my own. To watch it grow from seed, to plant, to grain, and into bread from my own effort. To toil and reap the rewards from what I've sewn."

"Yes," He muses, "I can see that."

A moment of silence. I can see him come to a conclusion.

"You'll do." He says almost too softly to hear, but I'm no longer distracted by grain and soil.

"I'm sorry, my Lord?"

"I originally came here to offer to buy your land. However, in the place of what I thought was a young widow, I find a Lady of gentle birth toiling in the dirt. A soul who understands the value of hard work, dedication, and sacrifice! I have been long put off by the vapid nature of the common High-born and therefore put off marriage. I had even accepted that I might never be married - that it wasn't my role in this life."

He steps forward, a fevered gleam in his eyes. I can almost see his grand scheme play out in them.

"Then, I meet you. Now, I see that I was looking for a proper union in all the wrong places! I needed a bride who was forged from hardship and unafraid of doing what needed to be done."

He bows deeply before me.

"Allow me to court you, my Lady."

I stare at him and blink. That's... interesting. I hope my expression is still coming across as bland curiosity and not sickened shock. "This is very sudden, my Lord. You don't know me or anything about - "

"That's because I don't need to! I already know you're the one I've been waiting for!" He moves forward and grabs my hands. I keep from pulling back in revulsion. "I don't care about your past or where you're from. I want you! I'd marry you right here... right now! However, you are rightfully cautious. I'm willing to wait."

"I... don't know what to say."

"How about I give you time to think about it. I know I have had my own worldview changed. Just say you're willing to consider it?"

I look at him, and then I see it. The way forward.

The solution.

I breathe in and resign myself to the inevitable. "Dinner."

"What?"

"In 3 days. Dinner. I have another property north of here. Quiet and secluded. If you're seen here again, there will be unwelcome rumors, things neither of us can afford. However, few know that I own that property. If you were to stop by in the evening..."

"No one would suspect. Beautiful and brilliant, my Lady." He puts him lips to the back of my hand and looks up, a knowing look in his eyes.

If only he knew.

. . . . . . . . .

"I thought you gave up all these jewels and dresses and things."

"I thought I did, too." I look in the mirror back at Cara's worried expression. She's pulling my hair back in the classic braided style down my back. Nothing as fancy as I would've worn to Court, but nicer than I've worn in ages. Thankfully, the gown fits well, its color bringing out the full intensity of my eyes.

Or maybe it's just that moonrise is mere hours away.

"I know you're cold, but I found this velvet shawl in my things. It'll keep you warmer." Cara says as she wraps the shawl around my shoulders with a small smile. The black velvet adds a certain dignity to the outfit.

I try to smile back, but it stalls out halfway. "I..."

She nods in sympathy and understanding. "No one wants this for you. We can come up with another way. We can - "

"No," I cut in, speaking around the lump in my throat. "I... I'll be okay. It's just..."

Cara doesn't say anything. She just leans in and gives me a hug as I cry and shiver into the warmth.

I said I would take care of the problem and I will.

The Wolf protects the Pack.

But like this?

I didn't want this. I was running from this, but here I am, despite everything.

After too short of a moment, I lean forward and dry my eyes. "You have to go. He'll be here soon."

Cara looks around the cabin. It's been made up nicer than I prefer, with fine silver utensils and linen on the table. The bed, which I'm spending most of my time trying not to look at, has been fitted with the nice silk sheets I had packed up when I left home. It had been something to remind me of where I came from, and then I had hid it away because it reminded me of what I'd left behind.

"It looks like a proper Lady's home now. I'm sure he'll appreciate the effort." Cara looks at me and grins. The smile dims when she looks closer at my expression. "You don't have to do this."

"You should go, Cara." I say, my smile - as strained as it is - hopefully taking the sting out of the words. "Tell Paulie I said not to forget his promise."

Her smile is small, and her eyes are sad. "I will, but he won't. He has never once forgotten his promises to you."

. . . . . . . . .

"Simply ravishing, my dear."

"Do come in, my Lord Ransom. Welcome to my home." I curtsey before him exactly the way I was taught. Some things really are ingrained.

He takes my hand in his. I can hear his pulse beginning to quicken as he takes in the low neckline of my gown. "Van, please. I thought you were beautiful out in the field, but in here, you are radiant. These common folk don't know what beauty has been gracing them."

"Thank you, my L - Van. You are too kind." I murmur, looking down demurely. I focus on breathing through my mouth. Breathe in, hold for 4, and breathe out.

"I must say, my Lady, despite how quaint this cabin is, you do manage to bring some class to it." He says as he looks around the room. "Do you stay here often?"

I look up to see he's practically staring at the bed. I don't need to meet his gaze to know that he's thinking about my low-cut gown and how he wants this night to end.

"Not often. I was gifted this cabin by an Aunt. I try to keep my birth a secret from the town."

"Yes." He looks at me and winks. "You like to rough it with the riff-raff."

I focus on my breathing. "They are good folk."

"I'm sure they are, but you have to admit they're rather dull."

"They have their charm." I say with a little smile. I can see the mocking laughter in his eyes. "Would you like to eat? Maybe tell me more about why you're buying up the town?"

Asking a Lord to talk about himself and his plans will usually save one from any discomfort when it comes to smalltalk. The Lord Ransom is no different.

"What do you know of mining, my dear?" He asks as he sits down at the table, putting a napkin in his lap.

I make my way to the wine bottle first before sitting. A Lady always offers to pour their guests' drink first. "Wine, my Lord? And not much, I'm afraid. I know that metal comes from the ground, and it is backbreaking work, but that's all."

"Yes, please. And please, do call me Van. It sounds lovely when you say it." He pauses while I pour, focused intently on me. His eyes meet mine, and I can see the desire in them. I finish pouring both our glasses and hold his gaze while I sit across from him, pulling my shawl tighter around me. I try to keep my breathing even.

"Well, you know the basics, then. However, what you may not be aware of is that certain metals tend to be grouped up underground with other minerals. It turns out a particular mineral that has high value in warfare forms near silver. Now, most silver mines around here were stripped of their fine metals years ago, but with the discovery of this material, these mines can be reopened and lost jobs restored!"

I take a sip of the fine wine. It's not what I want. I focus on my words. "That's fascinating, but I'm confused as to why you can't just open the mine without buying out the villages? They formed around the mines, right?"

"You know your history, my dear! Yes, the villages and towns sprung up around the mines as the miners and their families needed places to stay nearby, but silver doesn't need any special processing when it's mined, so the miner's homes could be closer. However, this mineral does need special treatment. I need the land around the mine as well for such things."

"Ah, I see. Do you plan on founding a new town then? Outside the blocked off area, I mean?"

"I do. I don't know how far the mines go, so I don't know where the bounds will be, but eventually, there will be. After all, the workers need a place to sleep!"

"Surely forcing others to leave their homes is rather crass, isn't it?" I focus on my plate, taking extra time to cut my chicken into smaller pieces. Ones small enough for a Lady.

"Yes, some might think that, but much is sacrificed for progress! What's one home, or even a dozen, in the face of that?"

"And money, of course."

"Of course, my Lady." He says with a wink. "No one said you couldn't make money from progress - you just can't stop it!"

The conversation dies for a moment. The only sounds that fill the cabin are the clank and scrape of silver on porcelain - the only sounds I allow myself to notice, anyway. I focus on the chicken - dry. Then the vegetables - I force them down. I take gulps of wine that are borderline unladylike - the taste is wrong and the alcohol does little to warm me.

"I was thinking we should discuss our future." The Lord breaks the silence, placing his utensils down. It appears he had no trouble eating.

"Our Courtship, you mean?"

He nods. "And beyond."

I let out a pained laugh that I hope he reads as simply incredulous. "Beyond? Awfully presumptuous of you, my Lord."

"Van, my dear, and is it?" He looks at me, raising an eyebrow and speaking slowly as if to a child. "You invited me into your home without a chaperone for dinner, skipping several steps of the process. A home you specifically invited me to because no one was around to question your honor. You have been playing coy, and I do enjoy that in a woman, but let's not lie to ourselves."

His gaze burns as he looks at me.

"You know how this night ends."

I look out the window to see the sky darkening, the first stars starting to peek through the twilight. There is a heavy thunk from the door that startles the Lord into looking away as his head swivels towards the source of the noise.

I shudder from the sudden chill I feel all the way down into my bones.

It's time. I take a deep breath in.

The Lord turns back towards me, his eyes widening in horror as I feel the Moon's pull. He smells of our dinner, sweat, and no small amount of fear.

Good.

I feel my bones break and shift, my body elongating, and nails turning into claws. The gown tears from my body as I stand, the shawl dropping from my shoulders. The pain is intense, but my eyes never leave his as he backs away and then tries to get through the door before sliding down it.

It's locked and blocked until morning - a promise Paulie always keeps.

I didn't want this. I ran from this. Here I am.

"Yes, Van," the words pull from me in a growl as I get on all fours and stalk towards him. "I imagine we both know how this night ends."

[self-made-cages]

Just had the strangest dream where Taylor did a surprise/pop-up eras show (full stage) in a stadium that was attached to a Costco that was attached to a Kalahari water park (the costco was important, the kalahari was not), and she played 3 surprise songs (Sweet Tea and God’s Graces, something new off speak now that had a music video with a gay hufflepuff/slytherin couple having a forbidden romance, and something else new that was like zooming in/out of Polly Pocket houses), and then they did a special thing for a couple of make-a-wish kids on stage with those floating reed lanterns from the wedding scene in crazy rich Asians, and I had a spot on the baricade at the front of the b-stage and we made eye contact a bunch and she mouthed something happy about me knowing all the words to STAGG (even tho I fumbled the verses a bit). And then my mom called me away because she ran into an old friend in the costco who wanted to say hi to me by the potatoes, and the friend’s son was saving my spot on the barricade so it was fine and I could go back, and then I woke up.

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Charade Maniacs - Mamoru Chigasaki & Ryoichi Futami Review

(Spoilers Included)

Mamoru Chigasaki

This was my first route, his demeaner made him seem so sweet and cuddly I wanted to be close to him. From the soft way he spoke to his kindness in his actions he seemed like the best boy to have a real cinnamon roll character. First off the voice actor was amazing there was so much passion and pain even in his words and actions. He was a sweetheart but he had so much pain in his story. I mean I'm glad it ended good but the fact that he spent most of his route putting himself down like he deserved nothing. It was very angsty most of his route which is probably why it could never be my favorite. Every pain he went through was enough to make me tear up at times knowing what its like not to fit in somewhere

I think his story is about someone who doesn't know their own value and it takes someone else to show them how to see through their eyes. He was depressed and its funny cause I didn't even see him being one of the people you had to watch out for him being the sponsor. It surprised me cause here he was giving teddy bears and being a total bean in the common route but it took such a huge turn by his own route. I thought based on how he acted in the beginning he was alot like Shion in Variable Baricade. You know soft spoken and sweet and caring who wants to always make you happy and you can go to when you need someone to talk to. However by the time I got out of the common route all that mindset changed. He is still a cutie and I loved when he realized he was in love he was willing to give it all up even die for Sena. I loved his happy ending when he goes back to her world and gets a job and looks so handsome in his suit. I feel like his in the end is very forgettable

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Ryoichi Futami

Ok so I love the best friend tropes probably just as much as the big brother types. So to me he is both even though he is supposed to be the big brother type. Not gonna lie I was hoping for more from him through out his story instead was boring and felt no different than the regular route until the last chapter then it actually got good. Some points he seemed cold and distant even though before this time frame he was sweet and caring. It seemed like a Dr Jekyll/Mr. Hyde situation. At some points he even seemed a bit mad. At first I thought when you find out he was going to turn into a yandere but instead how he talks to you, he knew the path he chose but wanted better for you even though he still wanted you.

So a bit of dominance showed in some of the things he did and said but maybe its cause he is like the older dominant brother, who likes to kiss you lots. Sorry couldn't resist I swear its not creepy....its just anime. Even with that though his story was a struggle for me, ,to slow, and I have dozed off playing his more that I like to remember and wasn't just me that felt that. One of the lines irritated me cause it made Sena seem like she was this dumb girl in love. Even when she found out he was the sponsor her words became more annoying. Like I get it if you love someone you love them completely but they way she made it sounds was that it was ok to be loyal to someone who wasn't loyal to you. Even though I wanted to like him loyalty is big to me and he did lie to her, he pushed her away, he even at one point wanted to corrupt her. To me this is someone I wouldn't want to be with.

Then when he broke out in this evil laugh I was like nope don't even care about this at that point, dude was lost to me almost like he had split personalities. Then as the romance unfolded I found myself still longing this to be a cute love story then he says the moon is beautiful. I didn't get it at first so I looked it up and the term is actually "the moon is beautiful, isn't it?" in Japanese its a way to say I love you but in a indirect way so it doesn't come off rude or maybe you just can't say I like you or love you yet. I fell in love with this being added I had no clue and now I will hold that to my heart. However the way his love story ended was pretty stupid like no one ever left it was like they gave up and she stayed there to make him better it was just too confusing as you can see I flip flopped with it but definitely forgettable.