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Fantasy Arranged Marriage with a Enemy King
"We're not supposed to see each other before the wedding."
Cade didn't have to turn to know King Lucan had entered the room - he would have recognised the feel of his power anywhere. His breath fogged the window as the air edged immediately icy, blocking his view of the city gates.
"Prince Cadewynn," Lucan merely greeted. His voice was warm, honeyed velvet against the temperature drop. "You clean up well."
Cade's jaw clenched. "I'm sure that shocks you."
"Not at all," Lucan said.
Cade felt the king move closer and then he had to turn, because it wasn't in him to keep his back to the enemy. Even if that enemy was soon, disgustingly enough, to be his husband. The smallest hint of a smirk curled the corners of Lucan's cruel and handsome mouth. It made Cade want to bite him.
"This is bad luck," he said instead. "I think we have enough bad luck already being stuck with each other, without you adding to it, don't you?"
Lucan laughed softly. He stopped in front of Cade, looking up at him. He reached out and Cade recoiled back, before he could touch, hitting the cool stone behind him. Lucan raised an eyebrow.
"We're not married yet," Cade said, "so keep your cursed hands to yourself."
"Your tie is crooked. I can help."
"I thought I cleaned up well."
"It doesn't take much work to polish a gem, admittedly. You are inclined to shine."
"It also takes surprisingly little to rip a man's tongue and fingers off."
The words simply made Lucan laugh again; but then, Cade supposed, Lucan found most people laughable. The cold could kill a man so easily. His head tilted, his expression oh so indulgent as he considered the long line of tension Cade's body had suddenly become.
"So when we are married, I can touch you?" Lucan's voice was teasing. "Good to know."
Cade bristled.
"I suppose if you're feeling brave, I can't stop you."
"No," Lucan said. "You can't. Glad we agree."
Cade's eyes flashed, a snarl catching in his throat. His hands curled into fists. "You are not supposed to be here."
"My palace. I can be where I like."
"Tradition-"
"-Your tradition," Lucan said. "Are we calling it a tradition? I would consider it more of an adorable little backwater superstition, really. The idea that us seeing each other is enough to dictate our marriage is savage. Honestly."
Cade didn't think he'd ever wanted to hit anyone quite so badly in his life, and he'd decked his fair share of people. He placed his hands on the window sill behind him to ward off the temptation, nails digging in, drawing in a few steadying breaths.
He half expected Lucan to labour the point by reaching out again to fix his stupid, impractical tie, but the ice king merely softened his smirk to a sunny smile. Cade preferred the smirk, horrible and triumphant as it was. At least it was honest.
He said nothing. Maybe if he said nothing, King Lucan would simply get bored and leave. That could be a tolerable marriage; one spent in separate rooms, entirely bored with each other.
Lucan did not look bored. His gaze was far too appreciative, too propriety, as it assessed Cade's body like a battlefield map.
Despite the thick furs Cade had been given since arriving to Lucan's kingdom, he felt abruptly naked. He straightened his spine, glad for his solid foot of height advantage. Lucan didn't so much as blink at his looming. Bastard.
"No," Lucan mused, idle. "It doesn't shock me that my colours suit you. You are mine, after all. Or you will be soon enough. And I've got a proven track record of taking savage things and perfecting them, haven't I? You-"
Cade hit him.
Or, well, Cade went to hit him.
In an instant, Lucan's eyes turned an eerie blue, and ice ripped all of the way up from Cade's fingers to his shoulders, freezing him in place an inch from Lucan's nose. It was bitterly, painfully, cold. He could have launched another attack but common sense caught up with him a moment later - fear to douse the heat of his fury.
Lucan sighed. "Such a solider boy, aren't you? You just can't help it. It's weirdly hot." Lucan's gaze roamed over him again, as if those words in his mouth weren't just weird. "Maybe save the passion for the bedroom though."
"Go screw yourself on an icepick, you supercilious-"
"-I suppose I should tell your parents and your kingdom that the deal is off and the fight is on."
Cade stopped talking. He squeezed his eyes shut. Bile burned up his throat.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have tried to hit you."
That time, he felt Lucan's fingers - cold, so cold - brush his throat. Cade's eyes snapped open, heart hammering like a war drum as Lucan fixed his tie with a few neat gestures.
His arm was starting to go numb. He could imagine his fingers turning black, like he'd seen on some of the men, doomed to never ever be able to pick up a sword again. Maybe to not have a hand at all if the frostbite got bad enough.
"Lucan," he hissed. His stomach twisted.
Lucan chucked him amicably beneath the chin.
"Tell me to screw myself on you later," he said. "Tell me that's everything you want."
Cade's face burned, despite the fact that he could feel his teeth beginning to chatter.
"You don't want this fight either," he said. "If you did, you would never have agreed-"
"Cadewynn."
The honey was gone from Lucan's voice in an instant. All that was left was the cold; the monster that Cade had faced across countless fields already, as if it mattered how brilliant a warrior he was against something like him.
Cade dropped his glare.
"No," Lucan said.
Cade looked up, drawing in a shuddering breath. His free hand flexed. He felt the ice creep a little further over his skin, like a palm down his back. The parody of a lover's caress.
"You can go screw yourself on me later," Cade said, voice hoarse. "Wedding night and all."
He thought, for a moment, that Lucan would push more. He could, after all. Maybe he'd tell them that the marriage would stay, but actually he wanted the heir, not the spare. Cade couldn't allow that. How could he have been so stupid? He'd been trying to work on his temper, but Lucan was just so-
Lucan smiled again. The ice melted like spring. Cade yanked his hand back to his chest with a gasp, cradling it to the scant remainder of his body heat. He was distantly aware that he was shaking. Pathetic. Warriors didn't shake, not even in the face of monsters.
"You've gone and got the arm of your attire all wet," Lucan said. "I'll have someone come by and fix that so you don't embarrass yourself. More, I mean."
Despite himself, despite everything, Cade glared again. Unfortunately it only seemed to please the king.
Lucan dipped his head, oh so polite and oh so proper, and took Cade's hand in his to press a kiss to his knuckles.
Cade didn't flinch. He forced himself not to flinch.
"See you down there," Lucan said. "Don't be late."
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Tigers Prey
Warnings/kinda: degrading, harddomhongjoong, mentions of blood, names {whore, cumsleeve, cumtoy}
MINORS DNI.
Summary: y/n is known for being a trickster within their sector and ran into general Hongjoong, who started to get curious of them and ending up cornered him into a deal, but of course, it wouldn’t;t be this long if y/n won.
Word count: 11.7k words
This one is a very long one and I feel like i have missed a lot of things when it comes to warnings or tags and if so please to tell me and I will dit it and make sure everything is up to date. I wanted to make this long because I enjoy writing long and descriptive pieces of writing but I do get too off tracked and end up writing more then needed and feeling like I either started to rush or I was writing to much of a scene that I felt the need to hurry and get to the other scene before it was just more then needed to be or just less. But overall I hope you guys do enjoy it and want to read more while I try to figure out how to work tumblr and make my account fitting to my linking and reflective of my writing!
Who doesn’t love a little good menace in their sector every now and then hm? Someone who can make you laugh and feel slightly better about all of the situations that are happening around the place you have to call home, right? Well, welcome to sector 8, one of the furthest sectors from the dune empire. Where the most ruthless were known to be created here and if they ever got out of those crimson red walls it was over for everyone who was in their line of sight. During the day, it was said that the emperor would send out some generals to look over the sectors. Mainly just to come back with a daily report and see if anyone needed to be in prisoned for their actions or harsh statements against the royal house. Something not a lot of people would walk away without having a scar to tell the story, if they ever got t walk away at all. But since no one truly seems to mess with sector 8, their left alone to do as they pleased, slightly having a lot more fun than the others simply due to the fact that it takes a long time to get down here. Having to walk through the quiet yet busy streets of the first 3 sectors, then walking through sector five where all of the clothings are made by hand per request, it’s always so busy there no matter what time you go. Sector 6 is more so if hunting per says, where the spears and arrows are made, sometimes the Royal guards will come down there to get their own weapons made and crafted.
“Your getting old their old man! Come on we’re not even halfway through the sector yet!” His voice cheered as he ran with a small bag of treats. It was just some corn that he would hold over a fire in order to make popcorn at home. But that was it, something that only costed around 2 coins, 2 for a small bag and 4 for a large bag. The vendor was an old-time friend of y/n’s someone they could always joke with, and people would know it by now and never saw a problem with it. So why would anyone go out of their way in order to make it worse? “And you’re jumping around in order to move somewhere else!” The man yelled back in a Happy yet playfully annoyed the while watching y/n jump around on the dirt.
His smile was enough to make even the most stubborn of me and women smile and feel joyful. To lose that would be like losing the sun after so long of enjoying its warmth. But today was no regular day, there was no warning for it either so no one could prepare for this. But there was a. Dangerous jingle slowly getting closer to the sector, one that brought fear and made many people hold their heads down. And when the post watchers saw the man in the blood red kimono, they knew what they had to do in order to keep everyone safe. One of the smaller watchers had run to a bell, listening to the music be loud as people were banging on the drums and rang the bell, looking like it was part of the music before it was all slowly coming to a stop. Leaving the lively and busy streets to be quiet and with people holding their heads down and the large wooden gates slowly moved opened.
Showing the man with a scar over his left eye that had a whole story behind it. The tiger general, a man who looked short enough to be so king and cheerful, someone who would lend you a hand if you asked for it. Was someone who could cut you in two before you could ever begin to beg for help. His hair was was long silky black, it almost moved like water with each step he took. Being held high in a ponytail yet it still reached to his lower waist. His clothes were always clean without a speck of dust of them. Sewed to fight his body in a way that looked so tight, yet he was able to move with such ease and grace it didn’t look like a tiger but a swan. He didn’t have much of anything on him but his sword. They saw there was enough blood from his battles to make his own sword, making it the first sword made out of blood.
The sound of the bell had reached everywhere, making y/n’s smile fade before hiding with the corn vendor, yeosang. The two were around the same age. With yeosang only being a couple years older than y/n, but also more protective of him. Yeosang knew how scary the general could be and never wanted y/n to meet that fate. The vendor was towards the edge where the forest laid bare and untouched by many people. The wooden vendor looking beaten and old, but it did the job it needed to do and that was enough for yeosang. He made sure Y/N was hiding in a spot close to under it since he didn’t have a back side. There were a little hole people could hide if they weren’t supposed to be out. A spot yeosang dug up first before ever making his little vendor. “Yeosang…why- “y/n started, wanting to pout and whine before looking at the shush tester on yeosang face before letting the old rug cover up the hole underneath his feet. Everyone could hear the sound of his men behind him. The sound of the armor clanging together was enough to make everyone return back to their jobs lookin scared and worried.
“Now now why is everyone so tense? I was just hearing that amazing music and joy from back there.” The general started, showing a twisted little grin while looking at each vendor, seeing how everyone was more tensed. Shoulders were raised and they were more focused on their jobs then before. After all some had to skin the fish, some had to take out the bones, some had to peel the corn and peas, cleaning the shows and making the instruments to create such beautiful music that rang loud. But not loud enough for the royal court to hear from their home. People always used to say that the most innocent and colors are the most dangerous and poisonous to be around. One touch and smell and you’ll be dead before you can even realize it.
“Now now proud people of Dune, I won’t bite you... without a reason.” He stated, watching how some kids were staring at him, but their mothers and fathers were trying to hide them without looking fearful, some kids were still playing with a ball made out of bamboo in order to entertain themselves. “I’m just here for my daily check up, come now.” Watching his guards check the vendors, even the corn one but found nothing, just like always, right? Y/N was there, listening to his endless taunts that always had some remains of fear control with each step he took. Making a crunching sound that sounded like the bones he broke and grinned. “Sir, there is nothing strange here.” One of the guards' states, listening to the general do. A taunting clap, it was slow, yet hard and powerful. “Good for them, maybe they can get some of the leftovers too from the palace. Oh, they would love that now, wouldn’t they? He taunted, knowing that he would give them almost next to nothing. Not to be rude, but just to see who would take it in the most brutal way possible. Who was willing to kill for their next meal?
“Anyways, let’s get going, we still have people to check on, don’t we boys?” Laughing at the end of his sentence, he turned on his black heels before marching his way back home. Yeosang looked down and slowly helped y/n get out of the hole, dusting them off but still trying to keep them hidden. But the general could smell someone new here, someone who didn’t have that scent of fear but knew causing a scene was not his style, at least not in the denser sectors. But of course, what’s the fun in confronting them when everyone can see you, hear and even feel you? He has to do this in his own way, hiding his face so no one can see him and try to give up covers. But for now, he needed to head back, the tiger general simply walking back home. He preferred it more then getting on his horse and letting everyone just see him.
Plus, it helps him learn about people, he can read them better this way and even now. With those trying to hurry and get out of his way so his path is clear, he can see those with fear, lust and even excitement in their eyes. Something he grew used to after so long of being here with everyone, and having to learn about people in order to find out who’s who and what could they have possibly done in order to get on his radar in a bad way. “Yunho, when we get home, take me to San unless something happened to where the emperor needs me, alright?” looking over his shoulder with his head tilted back, looking up at the taller male.
Yunho was a man of few words when out in public, his posture was straight and stern with eyes that had no life in them. No color, no emotions in them whatsoever. His hair was kept long per the general's orders. It was kept in a long ponytail as well, the hair was always frizzy whenever he went out, some say it acts like a cat's fur or when all of the hairs stand up on your body and point to a direction. His lips were almost always in a line whenever he was out f the walls of his only home. His clothes were sewed by hand with a color as bright as the sun, with different colors like red, and a difficult orange color to get ahold of when the sheep were cold or there wasn’t enough to feed them. His sword was always kept within its obi sash. With a bright yellow tie on the handle of it. He was one of the very first that the general took in under his own rule when he was invading another kingdom years ago.
But returning back to y/n, they were sitting on the vendor table, flipping a golden coin while kicking their dirt covered feet. Watching yeosang close for the night. It was clear he was on edge, yet y/n was more so carefree, after all the generals didn’t see them so why should they be worried about him? “You’re getting yourself tensed up, it’s gonna give you away you know?” y/N started, trying to lighten the mood as they always try to do but it was clear that yeosang was more worried this Time. The guards were looking around so closely and intense that it was enough to shake him. If it was any other day he would be just fine, trying to joke around and see who can smile and just feel more relaxed as the sun started to set. “Y/N… he had Yunho with him, that alone is enough to make people want to bow to their knees and hope they don’t get dragged away for public humiliation.” Yeosang stated, letting out a stressful sigh, knowing y/n just wanted to make things better, less tense filled and more relaxed before anyone went to sleep. But it just wasn’t working.
“I know you mean well, I truly know that you do, and it makes me happy to see.” He started, looking over to his friend who had a bittersweet expression on their face, it was hard to remained positive when the threat was constantly looking at you in the eyes. With nothing more then blood lust in them in a way that would make anyone shake if they could, not even just shake but tremble even. Setting the copper coin on the table, y/n had jumped down since yeosang had blew out of the candle, it was one of the last ones on the street that was still lit. They still had to walk down the furthest side, the upper parts of the electors were for the shops and materials for those to see and to buy. The very back was where the living sections were. It was hard to be there when everyone was almost just stacked on top of each other, all squished in the three houses it took since there wasn’t enough wood t make more. Sure, they were surrounded by the forest, but if anyone were to cut from it without a Royal order, they were killed.
y/n would walk yeosang over to his bed since they were further apart, everyone had assigned beds and spaces and to switch or move without permission resulted in a slap on the back. “Get some rest and please, if you sneak out don’t you date go to far out understand? I keep hearing someone walk when I try hard enough and-“ “Yeosang you’re stressing yourself out and then you won’t be able to sleep an then you’ll be cranky in the morning before you get to close. I’ll be alright.” Yeosang could only look at his friend, something felt wrong, too wrong for him t comfortably be able to sit down and rest the way he needs to before the morning comes. Holding his blankets he watched y/n skip to the robe, since everyone was still resting or trying to fall asleep. But y/n is a night owl, why fall asleep this soon when there’s still time to kill?
Walking passed the last sector house, there stood nothing in their way. It wasn’t like they would go dar, they were simply just there, enjoying the cold and crispy air around them before taking another crunchy step forward into the think grass. The moon was covered by the clouds, yet it always made for one of the more exciting nights. Walking passed some of the taller trees, y/n was simply walking down the stone made path they made simply by leaving stone rocks so they could make their way back to the pot before it was too late, after all everyone needs to have their own little rest now, don’t they? It wouldn’t be any fun if he was just as tired as everyone else now, would it? There wasn’t much to swing from sadly and since it was dark there was no telling if anything or anyone was in the trees just watching them or if there were any traps still set by the guards. But that’s part of the thrill, isn’t it? Not knowing who or what’s out here and if anything could kill you or injure you in a way that it would take a while for anyone to see or hear you? Let alone find you. “Hm… I could’ve sworn the lake was as lot closer, why does it feel so far away now?”
Looking around and trying to listen the sounds of little water ripples, there was nothing close that could make any sound. There was only silence, too quiet. Yet there was just a pair of eyes that burned like a predator watching their prey in the dark night. Watching how helpless they look, knowing that there’s something, just someone there watching them and their every move yet trying to find their predator was the hard part. Because where are they? Are they on the ground with them? In the trees watching them like a bird would. Maybe if y/n didn’t move then no one would be able to find them, right? After all, if you stay still, they’ll hav do to look for something else if you can hide good enough, right?
This was making the person smirk watching y/n look around, it was like the moon was out and this person could see every move y/n was making. How their shirt hair was moving around in a slightly frantic manner, their eyes darting around while they simply just stood there in their torn up and dirt covered clothes. It wasn’t that far, but y/n had to get back, and so they started to walk before it turned into a jog. There was someone moving after them, making quick running sounds to sound like a tiger chasing their prey finally after waiting for what felt like hours. But just before Y/N could make it, seeing yeosang holding up a candle to try and bring them over, yeosang’s eyes filled with horror after seeing who was behind y/n/ But he couldn’t scream. Because just as y/n was tackled to the hard ground, his mouth being covered by a cloth and his body being held and squished by someone else. Someone had covered yeosang’s mouth, letting the candle fall onto the ground before they stomped on the ground. The only sounds were their muffled struggles and muffled cries as the two struggled to get free from their captors. Who could they be? Who could be here this late just waiting for something horrible to happen? For the time to strike and take them away.
Y/N was lifted up over a shoulder, his legs were tired and so were his arms, but yeosang was freer. “Try to fight and your friend will get hurt too, understand?” The guard said in yeosang’s ear, feeling the wet tears fall on his hand before yeosang quickly nodded his head, being dragged along the sides of the crimson red walls. Yeosang was panicking, he couldn’t see but this man sounded cold and serious and whoever had y/n was more ahead while he could see his body thrashing around. It was a sight he never wanted to see in his life. But why was he taken? Why wasn’t he just threatened to keep his mouth shut or he would be killed in front of y/n as a punishment for them to understand.
“Please…Please what is-“ “You wait. To speak.” The guard said, making his grip tighter around yeosang before they were walking through more sectors. People were asleep and even then, those who were awake were keeping their eyes closed. Yeosang could only whimper in the painful way, feeling his side while his lungs gasp for air. But y/n is stubborn and refuses to go without a fight, this isn’t the first time they’ve been tied up, but they can get out. It just takes time and trying to not alter the man, it could only be one, but y/n is willing to take chances, after all why give up so early and easily when there’s so much more fun to have? By the time had reached sector 4, y/n had managed to break free before jumping on the sides to jump on the wall, getting on top before looking down with adrenaline and fear in hi eyes. He looked down to see the general, with a burning passion in his eyes that would make even the scariest kids sit down and never look him in the eyes again.
The look was screaming murder, but his grin was showing interest. But he also saw yeosang under the circle shaped lantern. He was scared but he was also being dragged by a guard. Someone who was more buff then the actual general himself. His eyes were filled with tears while his body was shaking. The guard had very short hair, he was new and was able to keep his hair as short or long as he wanted to until he’s been with the general for a year, then he would have to keep it long and learn to fight with it. The guard's eyes were filled with something unlike the others. He was trying to make his eyes stone cold like the others he’s around, but it wasn’t guilt in his eyes either. His clothes were black, they had to be the training clothes that most of them had to wear. But it wasn’t the time to be staring. Yeosang was trying to shake his head, telling y/n not to do this, it’ll only make things worse for the two of them and that’s something he didn’t want for him. “Take your choice home, I get to have some fun it seems. If tell the emperor I’m playing with my prey.” He said, watching the guard not before having to throw yeosang over his shoulder before walking back.
Yeosang wanted to scream, telling y/n to stop but the grip only made him gasp for air in pain before y/n started to run along the walls. Listening to the sounds of the general getting faster and faster, but so was he. If he kept going, he would be caught in no time, having to struggling more against someone who would make it harder to move and harder to do anything in that way. So just before the arms wrapped around y/n, he had jumped down into the water. The running was fast, but it was also said to do so, by the time the general had climbed up on the wall he was already running. It was tiring but the adrenaline was pushing them through. Staying in the water and trying to hide the water bubbles, it was too dark in the night to see anyone or anything, but they needed to go. “Smart move to be under the water. I can’t see you since this water is still murky.” The general teased, walking around some before jumping down t the shallow end, slowly moving his shoes while listening and looking around.
“But someone as such as you aren’t ready for water like this. It burns your eyes awhile your lungs just…scream for air. Yet if you come up too fast for air the water will give it away before your gasp for air. You’re at a loss here, little cub.” He taunted, letting himself have a nice chuckle before walking around more, almost disappearing while walking in the water, not even making a sound. y/n’s eyes were burning, they were floating but couldn’t come out for water, not without giving up, but they were close. Feeling the dirt get closer before slowly crawling out. There weren’t any sounds coming from the water, not a drop, not a little trickle before taking off in the woods. He had to leave yeosang even If he never wanted to. But there was not getting caught today, not now and not ever. Running through the woods, yet then finally hearing the faint sounds of someone running after them. It was almost in a taunting type of way, chasing directions ever so slightly in a way that was to throw y/n off before they were tripped over a rock.
Rolling down the hill before hitting a tree, letting out a painful cry of pain before slowly opening his eyes only to see the general standing above them, not even out of breath or tired to say the slightest. If anything, all he did was a simple head tilt before crossing his arms. “I enjoy these types of people. You know how to make it fun, you almost got away from me, twice.” HE started, watching y/n try to move away, but where could they go? “Tell you what, little cub, since it’s clear you’ll just keep trying to run and get away from this, why not make a deal with me, hm?” He started, leaning down closely but not so far as to where they would tip over the edge and fall over to join them, but even then, the general is a gentleman, he sticks to his word. “Why in the hell would I trust you! You took away yeosang who literally has never done anything wrong in his own life!” y/n yelled, watching the man let out a little chuckle that sounded like a man who’s lost his own mind only to have rebuild it again.
“Well, yeosang was wanted by someone for a while but he won’t be hurt, not by hand that is. Now back to you, stalling will just make me change my mind ruin you in ways n one would live through.” He stated, softly titling his head to the side some before holding up one hand. “If you could make it back to the sector within 2 days, it would’ve been three if you waited. Then you will be let off and able to visit yeosang as you please. But if I catch you before then, you have to come with me with no fights. You’ll be my bride.” He finished, he could see the horror written all over his face, either one sounds horrible, but what would be the point if y/n was caught? Being stuck in a room like a dog waiting for someone to come and feed them water? “If I win, I get to see yeosang and the sector gets treated better!” “Say that and I’ll make it one more day when the sun rises. Do we have a deal?”
It took a while before y/n could respond, it was obvious anything but a yes or a no would lead to less time, soon y/n wouldn’t have much of a choice in the matter. “One…Two…” hearing that countdown made y/n start to run, stumbling some while getting further away, only taking a left turn to hopefully throw him off, after all he still needed to get somewhere safe to rest. He only has about one day, but even then, so much can happen during that time. And that’s something the general was hoping for. After all who doesn’t enjoy a good game of cat and mouse. Running as fast as they could for a a while it was clear how far they were from home. The woods were denser, yet it was still quiet, but the sun was rising. There’s no way it could already be daytime this quick right? It was just dark, and everyone was resting!
But the day was hard, it was like every move was the last before getting caught by the general. From walking further to the trees to trying quiet, slowly moving around to find some water. Y/N was out of breath and tired, you could see some scars from falls and some bruises from the falls and crumbles, with the hopes that the general didn’t find him. But he still had to make it home, make it before anyone else could find him and take him a way. He knew the way, he just needed to turn around and make a run for it. That’s all he needed to do, and he was free from this mans twisted game. So, there he was, trying the withering piece of cloth around his waist before running through t he tall grass. Knowing he was close to home, he had to be right? He didn’t go that far like he thought he did.
His feet were burning from bleeding and all the rocks and sticks that poked him, his lungs were burning, and his stomach was growling so loud it felt like he was giving himself away it the man who was never too far but also never too close. The sky was still bright like it was just early morning, it felt like forever when not being home, not messing around with everyone and not even being with his best friend, it all was coming to and end and hopefully y/n was winning. But they couldn’t make too much noise when running, but one thing they weren’t used to, was the weight if everything crashing on them. “No…No please… I’m almost there…”
Y/N gasped, seeing everything get blurry and dizzy but he could see the sector. Where the guards were waiting and so was yeosang, who looked fearful yet almost broken. He was shaking as he saw his friend trying to emerge from the forest, but they were losing. “No…. Y/N YOUR THERE! BEHIND YOU!” He cried out before feeling the hand on his shoulders squeeze them harshly. Ignoring the people watching them since no one was allowed to help him get free, he had to get there before the general did. But he failed, and the last thing he saw was yeosang fall to his knees in pain before everything around him went dark. His body hitting the itchy grass while his feet were covered in more blood while everyone was watching. Hopping Y/N would get up and give out one last push, but there he was.
Walking behind y/n wit his hands behind his back yet that same large grin on his face while swaying side to side in a teasing way. “Oh, so close yet so far, it’s hard to run when your feet are bleeding oh that’s not good for your friend now is it, yeosang kang. Or should we change it to Choi?” The general taunted, picking up y/n like they weighed nothing and kept walking closer to the guards, all of them being men he has trained himself, all six of them. He was humming while rubbing y/n’s back in a slow manner, almost like he was waiting to dig his claws into it and tear into some of the flesh just to leave the perfect kind of marking. “After a deal is a deal and when they wake. They will be in my chambers, and I will be there to watch him. You, however, have your studies to attend to, Choi.” The general let out a twisted little chuckle once again before walking through the old village. Watching people hang their heads down with their hairs hiding their faces.
They lost two people today, one of them being someone who caused them laughter and someone who was either shy or sassy, sometimes even both. The youngest guard was holding yeosang’s hand and making them walk besides him. No one could look, but only in that sector. Once they made it passed the others of course people were staring, after all they started to think he had caught two criminals, and they were being taken a way from their sentencing. Which would be the case if the general wasn’t so interested. “Please… his feet are turning blue...” Yeosang whispered as they made it to the second sector. “Jong-ho did the little kang say something” The general asked, titling his head over while walking up the stairs leading to the crimson red doors. Jong-ho, the youngest general had looked over to yeosang, watching the older man trying to keep his shoulders high but it was hard when the stare was so…empty yet dark. Maybe it was only an act around the others, right?
“I’m not sure, did you?” he asked, looking down to the older male. “The more we stand here the more he’ll bleed, now we can’t have that now, can we?” The general was enjoying his taunts, seeing the look of fear, confusion and anger written all over yeosang’s face before walking up the stairs, allowing some of the blood to trickle down to the stairs before reaching the tall red doors. There were so many gold dots on the doors in order to make every animal that each of the 7 generals presented with the dragon above them, symbolizing the emperor. Watching the doors slowly open, the general walked inside before looking in the red eyes of the emperor. The emperor of the lakes, and the blood that runs in them. Seonghwa Park. He stood there close to the entrance, the sun slightly lighting up his honey tanned skin along with his long purple hair that seemed to only get longer as the years went. They saw so much blood was spilled on his eyes during all of the fights. His clothes were always the best, of course. A rare blue made from the closest sector, with white clothes and his favorite light blue robe to make him stand out.
“I see you’ve finally returned, Hongjoong. Nurse, attend to the…” “Bride or cup, emperor park.” Hongjoong, the general answered while letting the silent nurse slowly take the man and quickly walk over to the emergency med tent. Leaving the men to their own conversation while yeosang kept his head down, after all without permission. He wasn’t allowed to look at the powerful man in front of him, he could only listen to his chilling, yet soothing voice speak through the walls around them. “Clearly their a bride. You never play with your pretty this badly unless you want them alive under your terror.” The emperor said, watching Hongjoong walk closer to him till they were walking side by side with jong-ho tailing along, waiting for his dismissal. “Why of course, someone the people are willing to hide from me? How could I grow curious of a feisty cub who thought running form me was the smart answer?” he questioned, watching the older man smirk in approval.
“I taught you well it seems, now what about little jog-ho? You let him keep a prize?” “Oh, you know, he grew curious to know who was hiding them and had a feeling the little corn stand was a little more…loose then the others and decided to ask me a question. If he was right about the stand, he could keep the owner, and if he was wrong, I was free to punish him. Good thing he was right, hm?” Jong-ho could only nod his head in agreement, something yeosang never knew about. He was a target from the start of it all whenever they had their last visit, which was around months ago, and even when he thought he was being careful he was wrong. Maybe it’s true that none of them are human or yeosang wasn’t as smart as he thought he was. Yeosang could only look over before they stopped walking, they were inside the locked doors of the red palace, or blood palace as most call it out of the ears of those inside.
The infamous red color was everywhere, with each hall being dedicated to each member, with the largest being only for the emperor, of course. Leading to his main house where his living quarters where along with any concubine he picked. Both male and females, no one was safe from his eyes once he picked you. Hongjoong was next to his, somewhat, the tiger was painted above the hallway with eyes brighter than his own. “Jong-ho, you’re dismissed. Hongjoong, the boy has been taken to your room, you’re lucky they aren’t sick.” Hongjoong gave a deep bow before walking down the dark hallway, enjoying his to be dark and barely lit before entering his room. It was a grand room for anyone to be able to enter with his rather large circular bed in the middle.
The sheets were as white as snow, opposite of how he is rather with red covers and pillow covers to match it. After all, like this he could hear everything from every corner that there was around him. It was easier this way sine it also never messed with the wooden floors he had. To the right was a door to his bathroom that was slightly opened, he had given his maids permission to clean him, well the butlers rather. He never let the girls see what was his to see under all of those clothes. After all, why would they? His bathroom was almost as large as his own room. With a matching ceiling and floor to his own room. The tub was sunken into the floor with buckets there to let out all of the water and simply use it for the plants within the garden, after all water can never truly be wasted if someone is careful enough. There mirror was slightly large in frame, but it was there, along with wooden carved cabinets with the freshest towels for cleaning and for drying. In the hot filled water was y/n, still asleep but getting cleaned in ways he never was before.
His hair was even cleaned and picked of anything that was still left in there, like bugs, dirt, any lice if possible. He was getting scrubbed so hard anyone would find it uncomfortable, but it needed to be done, the water itself was so dirty but there was progress being made. Even his teeth were being brushed yet he was still asleep, it was estimated h would be asleep for a couple of hours, enough for everyone to get things done without a fight and having to witness the brutality of the general, something no one liked to have dealt with anymore. “We’ve cleaned him as best as we could general, this will help with his recovery.” One of the butlers said, looking over to the general's feet while scrubbing y/n back still, hearing his slow claps of approval which made everyone slow down. “Wrap him in a towel and let me dry and dress him. Afterwards someone will take his measurements and make the clothes for him, along with the dress, he will be wedded to me within this week or the next, whenever the dress is done and the flowers are ready, understood?” He said titling his head to the side and watching everyone nod while doing their request fast and the way he liked.
Soon y/n was back in his arms, still limp like a rag doll, but they were alone once more with no one to hear them, or really no one to stop them. Hongjoong was gentle with the drying part, caressing every body part and making sure it was all dry before getting them dressed in a rather large shirt, it was all he had. Letting the male rest on the round bed while he simply stared at him. To think someone like this had caught his eye after so long of not being interested in anyone, no matter who tried wit their own creative way no one was able to. Yet here he is, looking over his prey like it was too perfect to eat, but not perfect enough to spare the torture.
“So... I had lost the bet then, haven’t I?” Y/N asked one of the maids, watching them take the measurements as needed before slowly nodding her head. It was all she could say, after all what could she do? Hongjoong had ears and was on the move, listening to every word somehow being spilled among people in ways some would say is the world of a demon. “He brought you here 2 days ago to be exact.” “Two days ago? I was out that’s long?” “Your body was extremely weak due to all of the sudden movements and possible high nerves and tension. You never had the time to rest and calm down the way you needed to, when you passed out it was the only way your body was able to recover from the stress and fear of it all. Now, what color would you like the dress?” She held up a wooden board with the strings attached to it all stretched out, not giving y/n much time to recover from the shock of it all.
It was clear she had to hurry, not because she was scared but because she knew that the general would send her out if she wasn’t fast enough to get the information she needed. She had all the measurements, all the numbers needed and now she just needed the color. Which wasn’t much there could be made with the little amount of time. “Does it truly matter what color it is? Won’t he just make it a different one?” “He said this is among the few things you have control over sir. The ones on here are the ones we have enough to make the dress with.” There was blue, red, gold and purple, white was used too much for some weddings if possible and Hongjoong wasn’t going to allow such a basic color, he needed something bold, something fierce and show to show his own marking without even tainting the actual body. “Then I guess… purple will do.” y/N answered, trying to swallow the pride in his own throat while standing tall.
He lost the bet fair and square and even then, this is the home of the emperor, running away would end in death before anything could get out of those walls alive, even with a limb attached correctly still. The maid simply bowed before holding her items and leaving the room, allowing y/n to look around at the place. The windows were always uncovered to show the sky and the moon when it rose, along with the best view of the garden, well one of the best views of the garden. There was a wooden stand with Hongjoong armor on it with one of his many swords attached to it. The closet was small since he never wore much, but he had one made for y/n to be another large extension since he had an extra room, he never saw the purpose of.
“Ah, I see you’ve accepted the deal terms and didn’t put a fight. Good, good, little Choi was so worried about you. It almost made me pity you.” Hearing that voice was like a low roar brushing against someone’s ear before realizing who it was. The two met eyes and it was like a wave of dread washed over the room with y/n trying to remain unafraid, something that would only unfold in ways he never knew were possible. “A deal is a deal and I lost fair and square, what could I have done to make a difference?” “Steal a pair of shoes.” He added, walking into the room and allowing the doors to close with a loud bang as always. Watching y/n try so hard to be brave in front of him, like it will make a difference in it all. “I don’t steal from other sectors. I would’ve been taken much too early.” “And we would’ve had this part over with, don’t you think?”
His smirk was annoying, taunting at the most with a pleasure for this, he could see the anger trying to boil out, the rage of a cub trying to take on the bigger tiger to make a stand, but the cub knew better then to do so. It would mean death without fail. Hongjoong had walked closer, talking long strides over while watching y/n’s shoulders only get tenser and tender with each passing step. Till he was at their level, trying not to flinch as the general pushed some of the hair away from their eyes to be able to stare more directly into y/n’s eyes. “You have a sharp t tongue, something that can be toned to make people listen. But you don’t know when to let the venom sink in, you get too heated and tense, it’s almost like teasing a predator with their food. You give in too easily.” Hongjoong said, in a tone that was almost caring and gentle, something no one hears in public.
“But, as my partner, you’ll be able to learn when to let the drops of poison fall into the preys hands and watch them fight to survive. After all, you hav to learn how to survive me. And that’s never easy. Don’t you agree?” His eyes showed interest for once, but it was twisted, his hand was slowly wrapping around y/n’s neck and squeezing it, not enough to choke him but enough to make him gasp for air while still having a smaller airway to it. “I’ll break you so perfectly no one can put you back together, not even Choi can. You’re mine to ruin, mine to paint and mine to do as I please till, I know you’re ready. You’ll learn just like your friend will have to.”
“You’re insane general. You’re so twisted you think this will make me break? I will never.” Y/N spat back, trying to seem like he had some kind of control of the situation, but it was working, it will never work against someone like this. “Oh, but you already have my dear, you’re trying to get the high ground from me, trying to dig those baby fangs into my neck and let out venom but it’s nothing more then a tingle, a little feeling that fades away. Let me teach you.” He mentioned in a tone that no one could ever be certain was genuine, like eh would actually teach him how to be like him. Like yn would ever allow themselves to ever sink down to their level in such a way. “Now that your awake and well, we can finally start to plan things, who knows maybe even little yeosang can finally see you after having to wait so long to make sure you’re safe and sound, somewhat.”
“Y/N…” slowly turning around the two finally met after what felt like a week durning this time. Y/N was standing outside of the red gates, the look in their eyes was a mixture of dim bravery yet defeat at the same time. Wearing a simply red dressed stitched with gold jewels and bells that rang with each movement, the dress was made to fit and hug yeosang’s every curse and highlight every part that was visible for the public eyes to see, even yeosang’s birthmark under his right eye was shown for those to see but not to touch with their own hands. He was the only person allowed to visit y/n before the start of the wedding. This was the first time the two of them were meeting after so long of not ever being able to see each other due the situation. Y/N’s tired eyes reached yeosang’s own tired eyes. The bags were slightly hidden due to the blush and makeup from everywhere else. The dress was the color they requested, knitted by hand with purple with golden beads sewed into it, the front and back parts had traces of tiger claws in the designs with the gold shoulder pieces.
“We can run ourselves out of this situation, can we yeosang.” Y/N asked, seeing the look on his face answer the whole question without having to say a single word. “Y/N… of course we can’t. This isn’t out territory anymore. This is something not even I can help hide you from.” With hints of soft crackles in his voice, yeosang could only give you an air hug, since touching would mess with the dress and the jewels, and there is almost no time to fix them the way it needed to be fixed. “I have permission to walk and give you away, since we don’t have parents. But, it’s time to go. I hear the drums.” Yeosang stated, watching y/m slowly stand up straight and take a deep breath while facing the doors, watching them slowly open to revel a handful of people, the entire open yard was filled with people. Each section had a few people from every sector to witness this, and those from their sector were closer to the stairs, watching the two of them slowly walk closer and closer to the stairs.
Where jong-ho was waiting to walk the pair of them up further. The outfit Jongho wore was still black from the last time the two of them met. Since he still had to earn his own claws before getting his own suit of his choice. But he had his sword in its oba sha, tied with the golden thread before standing to the side, he had to walk behind the pair before he was allowed to do anything else for that manner. Each step was like a cracking echo within the silence that could never be drowned out no matter how many screams were heard trying to cover it. The only other sound was the drums and calls of a singer. Hongjoong had a grin no one could wipe of his face. Wearing a mixture of blue and red to match, showing the swirls of the colors that were chosen.
“Brave and prideful like a swan, yet as colorful as a poisonous creature, it’s beautiful.” With his infamous head tilt, he was enjoying this, letting his touch burn like fire while standing before those who can’t do anything about it knowing it would lead to their deaths within the hour, not even within the hour but within the seconds, no hesitation. Just a swift and quick execution for everyone to see. The vows were simply, after all, all they had to do was repeat after the emperor before it was time for the celebration between the two of them with a promise of yeosang and jongho maybe being the next ones to be wed, after a longer time period of course. Allowing the pair to be newlyweds just for a while longer and allow everyone to witness the transformation of someone they wanted to protect slowly turn into someone who grew claws and developed a taste for venom.
The celebration was grand with some trying to enjoy it, dancing to the music and quietly enjoying the food around them enough to try it forget why this was even happening within the first place. Yeosang and y/n were able to sneak away, not outside but just a place for themselves and not feeling the dead eyes of the ones who caught them in the first place. “You know, for a bastard that enjoys taunting he knows some good food choices for this.” Y/N mentioned while try eat the chicken, yeosang wanting to smack them but knew it was not the place to do so. Can’t have any watchful eyes trying to ruin their fun already. “What- you love chicken try it. I’m surprised you’re not trying to steal my piece of chicken just yet.” Yeosang could only roll his eyes before trying to take a bite. Letting the soft crunch ring in his mouth before giving y/n a light smack on the back, letting the two of them chuckle like before whenever they were teases to each other.
“I hate that you’re right and that you know I like chicken this much. You still owe me a piece of yours I hope you know that.” “Hey, you waited to late it’s almost gone!” “And I’m older than you let me have a piece!” The two kept trying not to laugh so much, this was one of the only ways they could still hav fun with each other and not feel like one of the others is slowly going insane without the other. It was hard to hide given their attire but if they could get the chance then why waste it? They needed up sharing some of the food with each other. Hanging over whatever piece of chicken had ripped off the bone and gave it to each other. “Gonna tell me if mister bear cub is vicious as he’s trying to live up to?” Curiously was getting the better of him. After all, everywhere he went, yeosang was following after and almost looked ashamed of it,
But it was like a secret, watching yeosang look around to see If either of them was around or looking for the two of them before speaking in a low voice. “You wouldn’t believe me when I tell you he doesn’t even allow himself to sleep in the same bed as me, let alone actually facing me whenever the maids get me dressed, he never looks if I don’t say anything. He still doesn’t!” it was like watching a pair of friends gossip and giggle about a crush that one of them have on someone. But of course, since yeosang doesn’t know what is true or what is an act is going to be fearful of what could happen within the walls between the two but of course this was still leaving y/n to be alone with someone who could tear them in two without any recourse whatsoever and still enjoy the screams of mercy and for help around him.
“Mister Choi and Mister Kim, the generals are waiting for you, it’s time to go.” One of the guards said, one that neither of them had much of a pleasure to meet, Choi San. Some believe that he was the older brother of jongho before learning that the two are actually from different families and different sectors. San being form sector 6, and jongho being from 5. Both with very different experiences when it came to certain things around them, but it was still fun to mess with people in public sometimes. SAN’s choice of clothes was different form most, he was known for wearing nothing more then a long black coat, showing off the ink markings he had written all over his body, not entirely but still enough to show. His chin was sharp, some say it was sharp enough to break a sword before it could kill him and that twisted look of pleasure in his dark brown eyes were strong enough for everyone to see and enjoy better then most.
“And who are you, exactly?” It slipped out of yn’s mouth, raising an eyebrow simply out of habit, watching a smirk appear on san’s face before standing up strength. “General of the west Choi San, some say I’m the shadow general. Now we can’t keep the bride and jongho waiting now, can we? You still have a duty to fulfill tonight, and he doesn’t like to wait much longer for it.” He answered, enjoying the realization hitting their faces at once leaning who they were talking to. Yeosang looking more embarrassed and looking away while standing up while San shook his head. “Now now don’t be embarrassed you two haven’t met me before. I was out of the walls and sending a message to one of the uprising empires, making sure they know who not to mess with, don’t you agree?” He still ha the smirk on his face before walking the two over to their respected partners. San didn’t have anyone to be with before bowing at the two of them and leaving, going to enjoy more drinks.
“How do you always manage to get the attention from those in stronger power when you’re being sassy?” Yeosang whispered, trying not to laugh when seeing y/n’’s face, the look of his lips and the look in his eyes, making yeosang look away while trying to make sure that nothing else was going to happen here. But it was safe for now. After all the two of them had made it to their parents and were able to stand there, feeling somewhat less tense since everyone was still here, giving a false sense of sec I try. “Now what has you grinning so much San? Already having fun with your drinks of choice?” Hongjoong asked, crossing his arms while San hummed, walking over to grab another drink of juice while shrugging his shoulders, making yn start to make another face while yeosang was trying to pinch their back. It was like two classmates looking at each other and trying not to laugh at something when the teacher is being serious about something.
“Just enjoying the night, after all we all know how the tonight will end with you two and to be quite fair, captain. I rather not be hearing that when trying to rest, we all I know it’s going to be a long while before any of us a can get some rest. Well, of course the emperor will be able to rest like nothing is happening, but the others aren’t a s lucky.” Hongjoong gaze slowly turned over to y/m who was trying to remain serious and not giving up. But their face was slowly turning into something when hearing how the night will go. It was the realization back to the real world and the current time. Once those two get into that room and their clothes are off there will be no resting for a while, only the sounds of the two newlyweds. “Goodnight captain, mister Kim.” San had given each of them their respected bows before Hongjoong slowly held y/n’s waist, guiding them back up the stairs to their own shared hallway that was soon to be changed to symbolize the two of them, and no longer just one being the general.
“You seemed to have enjoyed your time with yeosang, we couldn’t find you two for a while, I thought you tried to run again, dishonoring the deal now, were you?” It was a taunt, but also and honest question. After all the two of them were supposed to enjoy a dance before spilling, but as soon as Hongjoong let him go, y/n was nowhere to be seen. It wasn’t until he sent San to go and find the two that they were able to find them. Seeing them smiling and trying to hide more facial expressions with their friend yeosang but other then that, there was nothing that the two of them were doing. “I am a lot of things, but I can honor a deal. Besides, all we did was sit together and talk.” “What about, hm?” Opening the door, Hongjoong walked them walk in and instantly be surrounded by the butlers who helped y/n get dressed slowly start to undress his bride in front of him. Slowly starting with the jewels and hairpins before just slowly going down to the ears, the neck, the wrist, the waist and the ankles. Before very carefully and slowly raking off the dress. It was weird to y/n. He wasn’t allowed to wear a suit which is something he was used to and even envisioned for his own special day. But it was today where he was in a dress instead, something he was able to pull off better than he ever thought he could.
“Why does it matter to you? Need something to tear into my before you make me unable to leave this room?” Y/N was trying to be his old self while the dress was slowly being removed to revel what was under, which was just a loose white shirt with white jeans. It was a lot to have under something so delicately made but it also needed to be taken care of. It seemed those couple of days leading up to know was wearing off on them, or y/n was prepared for what was about to come, Turing over to see that Hongjoong was getting undress while the others were closing the windows. Locking them tight before leaving with the clothes, simply leaving them by themselves before the door was locked for the outside. All it took was that slight head tilt from the general, showing his sharp teeth with a wicked grin.
“Now now where’s that mouth now? You were so busy being sassy that you forgot your place? You’re my fucking cumsleeve from now on and I will fuck and fill every hole you have.” Hongjoong groaned out, keeping one of his hands tight on y/n hair while bucking his hips with no mercy. Looking down and seeing the tears building up in the males' eyes while he struggled to breathe. Gagging with each movement with sloppy sounds being muffled Because of the length that was inside of his mouth. Hongjoong was not small, despite his height and he wasn’t thin either. He was long, and he was thick. All he could listen to be the gags and muffled cries of the male below him before deciding it was time to yank the male's hair back. Listening to the gasp for airs from the male, the coughing and the cries along with the spit coming down their Jaw. His body was bare with no clothes whatsoever, they were thrown close to the door and would be left there. His shoulders and neck were almost covered in purple and red marks with some teeth marks here and there scattered across their shaking body.
Their eyes were getting red and filled with tears, were they tears of pain? Tears of pleasure? No one would know, because Hongjoong had pushed his dick right back inside of y/n’s sore and swollen mouth. He was redder than a cherry, at least his length was, his face was dripping with sweat, not a lot but it was getting there. His eyes were filled with lust and hunger and the smirk on his face was filled with pleasure. But of course, he wasn’t going to end the night here, no he wasn’t even letting himself release the way he wanted to. “Use your fucking hands you. I want to hear you gasping for hair while trying to breathe.” Yanking them back off and watching them get to work. Y/n used both their hands and was quick to jerk off Hongjoong, watching the burning red tip twitch while their face was covered in tears while they were panting simply trying to breathe before their eyes were closed, feeling the white strings jump t their face and hearing the loud groans.
“Please…Fuck…Please.” Y/N whispered not caring if Hongjoong could before just sucking on the tip of it, jerking off the rest with their eyes closed and broken moans while feeling Hongjoongs hands run through their hair before pulling them back on his lap. Watching them gasp and look down before leaning their head up t let Hongjoong suck on their neck, leaving more purple hickey’s. His hands were being rough while squeezing whatever he could grab while listening to the moans coming from above. It was like watching the yarn come undone from someone using it to sew something.
Y/N’s hops were moving on his own above the tip, pulling his neck away and looking down at the man. His eyes being filled with pleasure and want, meeting Hongjoong’s eyes filled with hunger and desire. “Oh? You want to be used little fucktoy? Is that all you can think of now is my dick inside of there with no prep? No nothing but my dick going inside of your tight fucking hole?” Hongjoong started, watching y/n quickly move their head but knew that he needed permission, and if he rushed he wasn’t getting it. “Then beg for it. Let me hear you crumble for it and you’ll be used the way you it.” It was the last push he wanted to give, something to hear y/n say before he was going to fully make them not only be a dangerous person but also someone who crumbles under his touch whenever they want, and wherever he wanted to have it.
“Sir please…please use this fucktoy that you clearly wanted so bad that you were willing to chase for. Fuck I’m so empty I just want to fill it- oh fuck sir!” Y/n cried, shaking more whilst being thrown on the bed, their head being forced down into the sweat covered sheets, his hips were being held up in the air before he felt the pain of something going inside of their ass. The look in their eyes, it was like watching their eyes go cross eyed while their knuckles were turning white while their head was being forced up by the man behind him, listening to the sound of their hips slapping against each other while hongjoongs groans were as loud as y/n’s moans pleads. “Gods if I could you pregnant I’d have so many children the others would have to prey me off of you and even then I will fill you up till I’m done. Understand me?” Hongjoong said, feeling his release come but his hips never stopped, even when he watched y/n’s body was crumbling and shaking more, trembling so much and yet the liquid was being spilled onto the sheets and close to the floor.
It was a beautiful sight that no one could ever see, capture of even mention and it made Hongjoong simply give a sloppy kiss to him. Their tongues were being entangled into each other with drool coming down their chins with the sweat being stuck to each other, letting the slapping sounds get louder, letting the thrust get faster and harder. Leaving y/n’s bum only to get redder and redder before the pair ended up coming undone once against. Both of their body’s shaking against each other before Hongjoong leaned up straight and watched some of the juices slowly pour out before he slowly pulled out, watching the rest slowly come out while y/n was twitching. His eyes were closed yet his tired and shaking hands was slowly keeping his ass apart.
“You got filled twice and you still want this dick?” Hongjoong answered, panting but pushing himself back inside before hearing the weak sound of a broken moan, pulling out and flipping y/n on their wet back before going back inside. Holding their legs by their thighs before folding them up to their shoulders. Making sure y/n was watching Hongjoong fucking them, watching their dick go inside and out with the wet sounds and some of the juices still going around while y/n was holding his ankles. Looking from the show before to the look in hongjoongs eyes, both of their eyes were filled wit lust and want before another wet and messy kiss was being taken place. It was driving them crazy before the two had released once again, but both of their bodies were tired, drained and not being able to even move. Y.N’s body had completely fallen against the bed while Hongjoong fell on top of him. The two of them were panting, covered in sweat and cum and wanting to rest. They can shower and clean up in the morning, but Hongjoong was still inside and ended up falling asleep just the way he was. After all, why would he leave this?
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The woods were quiet, nothing else was being heard and it was quiet anyone would’ve thought someone, or something had died, and this was the way of the forest to mourn the death of it. “You’re going well dear, but you need to keep your eyes dim, the more you have emotion in them, which gives you away.” Hongjoong answered, leaning against he trees while cutting an ample before hearing the sounds f the bushes rustling before looking back to see a bunny. Confused, but then looking up to see y/n kneeling down with a smile on his face. His clothes were black now, but they were still baggy, but it was comfortable and able to be silent better within the area. His hair was long to his waist, and it was still blacker than the night sky. Watching Hongjoong give a proud yet small smirk on his face before taking a bite of the apple, putting away his dagger before keeping his arms out. Watching y/n fall down into their arms and wrapping his leg around hongjoongs waist.
“I did it! I get to choose tonight’s feast, don’t I?” They asked, watching Hongjoong grieve a playful thinking look while carrying them back the walls. “Yes dear, you do. And no, it can’t be chicken just so you and yeosang can fight over the biggest piece.” Hongjoong added, watching y’n’s smile turn somewhat dark but still happy even. “Oh, don’t worried, it won’t only be fried chicken.” “Y/N Kim, I will fuck you against one of the tresses.” “Oh, that’s a treat!” Hongjoong only rolled his eyes before looking around, they were still far from the palace before giving y/n that look. Watching their eyes lit up before getting down and turning around, holding not a tree, their clothes were always made with a little cut in the back for Hongjoong to use whenever he saw fit. Hongjoong got closer and untied his ribbon some so his pants were slightly hanging down but enough for his length to pop out before pushing in from behind.
Watching Y/N’s eyes flutter close with a quiet moan leaving their mouth while listening to the soft sounds of their hips slapping, but it was also muffled because of the clothes. “Gods you're such a whore for my dick even out in the woods.” “You made me into the best cumsleeves you ever met now, didn’t you? Ooh, sir please just right there.” Biting their lip with their eyes still closed while Hongjoong smirked with a lip bite. The two of them were known for their sex drive, the two of them would even have little quickies like this before meetings and not caring if others heard or knew about it. “Fill me up the way you like!” The cried out a little louder before letting out a pleased sigh coming from the both of them. Feeling the cum slip inside and even trickling down y/n’s thighs before the two stood up. Smiling before enjoying a heated kiss, with only tongues being used while still trying to figure out what to eat.
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ART THREAD
I have had the very great pleasure of commissioning some beautiful art to celebrate the release of my new novel Nine-Tenths. I'm going to share them all in this thread (and hopefully add to it if I'm lucky enough to be graced with more) so you can appreciate the talent of these incredible artists.
by Christopher Winkelaar
Nine-Tenths is set in a world where all the nobility in Europe are homo draconis - shape-shifting dragons who have the ability to take human form. Every culture in the world have dragons living among the humans, but the European and Asian nations are the only ones where dragons were historically elevated to the roles of monarchs, nobles, and emperors.
In a world where the American Colonies rejected British rule, this meant they were also rejecting draconic protection--and so while they won their Independence in 1793, they were soundly trounced in the War of 1812, losing all of New England, including New York State, to the British. They were absorbed into the Canadas, except for New York City, which was reclaimed by the Dutch and re-renamed New Amsterdam.
The Canadian colonies expanded west, as they historically did in our world, through a series of broken treaties with the Indigenous peoples of the continent, and the reprehensible colonialist practices which put the settlers in power today. It also means they were able to expand further south, without the Americans to bump up against.
This also meant that the Americans were unable to expand as far south and west as in our world, coming up against Indigenous dragon-protected lands, such as the Oniagara, or Aztec and Incan empires, which grew further north after Spanish contact, and flourished.
Unlike in the current version of Canada, the land was legislatively divided into much smaller provinces than currently exist, each overseen by a hereditary draconic Lieutenant Governor, who report to the draconic Governor of the Canadas, who in turn reports to the House of Lords in England (also dragons). Each province is divided into Duchies, Earldoms, and Marquessates, presided over by a noble dragon family.
As dragons are long-lived, the current Queen of England is Elizabeth (the first one). As she has not yet passed, the Kingdom of Scotland as yet remains separate from England. Ireland too is independent, the Irish dragons having beaten back the English ones. However, Wales remains a satellite colony of England, as the betrayal which brought about it's subjugation and the trickery around the hereditary title "Prince of Wales" still occurred. (This an important plot point).
by @seancefemme
This is the first piece of art I commissioned for the novel, and you'll note it's now become the cover art!
Meet the heroes of our tale: barista and disaster bi Colin Levesque, stuck in the middle of his quarter-life crisis and crushing on his cafe regular, Welsh dragon Dav, the Marquis of Niagara (though of course, Colin doesn't know he's the Marquis, and thinks Dav is just some minor noble with nothing better to do all day than hang out and read).
by @ibrithir-was-here
Colin works at Beanevolence, an indie cafe in downtown St. Catharine's, in the province of Upper Canada (Southern Ontario in our world). It's owned by his bestie Hadi, and he was only supposed to be a barista until he'd graduated. But now he has his Sustainable Tourism degree, and no clue what to do next. He feels completely stuck. Luckily he has Dav to distract him.
Except that one day Dav distracts him too well, which results in a kitchen fire. As an apology for the inferno, and to help the cafe get back on it's feet while the repairs are under way, Dav volunteers as the new bean roaster, creating incredible and (and ultimately social-media viral) coffee roasts with his fire-breath.
by @ibrithir-was-here
Colin and Dav start a flirtation at work.
Which leads to...
by @teejaystumbles
Luxurious dates and late-night smoochies.
by @pinkpiggy93
Which also goes a little bit viral. See, it turns out that the Marquis of Niagara usually keeps a low profile, and his sudden romance with a human has the gossip rags and tabloids all in a tizzy.
But more than that, it puts Dav under the scrutiny of Francis Simcoe. He's the Lieutenant Governor of Upper Canada, a dragon with a hate-on for Dav, and the perfect ammunition to ruin his happiness.
Because, you see, it's against dragonic rules for dragons to be seen to be laboring in service of humans... and Dav's new gig at Beanevolence is about to--forgive the pun--land him in hot water.
➡️ Read Nine-Tenths Here ⬅️
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🚬 — mdni. hello there! 21+f here looking for mxm roleplays. i'm really in the mood to create a story revolving around the mentor/protegee dynamic (but make it worse). you know the song this charming man by the smiths? sort of that vibe.
in general, i'd like to write an older character who takes yours in under the guise of kindness and benevolence when, in reality, there's something he's angling for. whether it's using your character for some hidden goal, sick pleasure, heck, maybe even vengeance? we'll sort it out later. the point is their relationship is built on deceit and lies and your character is too smitten by mine to realize it (at least, for a good while).
i'm a big sucker for fantasy so i would love it if we could fit this in that genre (a newly crowned & young king being 'helped' by the late monarch's advisor? an apprentice studying under a seasoned mage? commoner gets 'adopted' into a noble's household as his heir?). i'm of course open to more brainstorming and darker themes such as incest (no immediate family, though). if you prefer modern plots, we could easily fit this into a mafia/crime thing in there too.
to make things clearer, i'm not looking for 🍪 (i would prefer if your character is 20+). our characters will certainly have an age gap, though. regarding personality, i'm open to anything as long as you bring me a muse that's complex and whose bedroom role isn't their main trait. i would love to add nsfw to this, but it's a big turn-off if it feels boxed in! let's get creative, guys.
despite this humongous ad, i'm actually a very chill person and i enjoy writing anywhere from 3 to 8 paragraphs. replies can come daily or every two to three days; it depends on my schedule and mood. i also love to bond over our threads ooc, making playlists and whatnot! if this sounds nice to you, interact and i'll contact you!
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Fandomless rp. I'm 18, looking for 18+
Fxf, mxm, or fxm, trans are welcomed. I don't care how long it takes for you to reply
- i would love a plot with smut and Master/slave relationship as big part of it. I play dom or master. With a bit of sadomasochism.
-i like to write long replies, with multiple paragraphs.
- I'm good with omegaverse and mpreg.
-Fantasy, Medieval (not historically accurate), enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, dystopia, half people half animals, yanderes, slice of life, zombie apocalypse
- I'm not okay with war themes and gore
Like if interested
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Hey all! I’m still desperately searching for some Gallavich rps 😭 I miss them so much and I neeeed my Gallavich fix 🥲 I play as Mickey, so I’m looking for someone to play as Ian. I am literally open to every type of plot you can think of. Canon, historical, sci-fi, supernatural, omegaverse, literally anything!
I would also potentially be open to a oc x cc rp with me playing Mickey against someone’s male oc, as long as the world building was still similar to the show Shameless.
My only limit or boundary I guess is that in nsfw I can only play as the bottom. I’ve tried playing a top and it’s just not for me 😭 but aside from that I’m super flexible and open to anything!
I’m pretty active and I usually respond multiple times a day, and my reply length can vary depending on the point in the story. I also mirror my partner’s length usually.
If you’re interested in plotting with me, send me a message and we can chat! Also, I only rp on discord 💜
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Out in the Cold (Part Seven)
M Orc x M Troll (Hulder) Reader
PREVIOUS || STORY TAG ||
Wordcount: 3909
Content Warnings: Sick Reader, Discussion of Abuse
I think we could all use some fluff after this week. Conveniently, that’s exactly where this chapter was already going!
You’ve made it through the night without freezing solid, somehow.
Warm thoughts alone just aren’t cutting it anymore.
You want your lovingly crafted winter cloak. You want the nest of furs piled high on your slept-in bed.
Most of all, you want your lover.
But as you remind yourself, sullenly tracing over the details carved into the face of metal fibula in your fingers in thought, all of those things have been forsaken now.
…And you can't help but feel like you've made a horrible mistake.
But it's too late to turn back. He wouldn't take you back now…
Would he…?
No, you force yourself to stop thinking about it. No use in giving yourself false hope.
What's done is done.
The last paltry flame of your campfire burns out. Looks like it's time to move, even if light is just barely breaking the horizon.
You sneeze, feeling pitiful; chilled to your very core.
LAST SUMMER
The weather is perfect for outside work today. It’s sunny, but mild, with an occasional gust of breeze. The last of summer is still holding out, but the autumn crisp is starting to creep in at the edges.
Because you are still essentially a floater when it comes to work assignments, you’ve been doing some of the care tasks of the communal flock of alpigs for the last week, since the normal shepherd is on bedrest. Which, while not ideal for them, is great for you, because you absolutely love these cute little guys. They’re dangerously smart, with sturdy, rotund bodies, and wooly fur covers their bodies and hangs down in a curtain over their eyes, only their wide snouts and a set of tusks each poke out from each of their heavy fringes.
They seem to like you as well, but you have a sneaking suspicion it's because they can use their body mass to bully extra food from you when you’re feeding them, since you're so much smaller than their usual keepers.
You sneeze dramatically into the elbow of your tunic, blinded by the summer sunlight.
Maybe you’re allergic to something flowering right now?
You thought at first you might have an allergy to alpig dander, but Torg informed you their fur is naturally hypo-allergenic, so they most likely aren’t the culprit.
He also told you to go to Shaman and he’d take over your tasks for today. But he’s just being his usual worrywart self- The last thing you want to do is visibly start slacking so soon after moving into the Chieftain’s household. It's a bad look, and you've put in enough work becoming the settlement's beloved oddity that you don't want to lose it now.
And you don’t even feel bad- so why make a big deal out of a sneeze or two?
You’ve finished milking, now you set about feeding them. They only almost knock you over once, even!
But, you still have to muck out the pen… then give them some love and brush out their coats. It's apparently almost time for the last shear of the summer, so you want to make sure to do a good job of maintaining their fuzz. Today is tusk cleaning day, too… better pick up the pace if you want to finish before sundown.
You head over to grab the pitchfork, but you don't even make it inside the building.
Suddenly, you feel rather dizzy, the colors of the pen around you smearing into a beige soupy mess. You manage to catch yourself and sit on a bale of hay instead of falling over, but just barely.
Just need to��� sit down for a minute…
You collapse back against the bales of hay, suddenly completely overcome with fatigue.
Why am I… so tired? We didn't even do anything very strenuous last night…
You think to yourself in a lightheaded haze, absentmindedly petting the fluffy back of the alpig that’s hopped up on the bale and made itself comfortable at your side.
Too bright…
You squint, raising a gloved hand to shield your curiously over-sensitive eyes from the caustic brightness of midday sun.
And when’d it… get so hot…?
Your world goes black after that, your next blurred memories consisting of being lifted from your straw nest and carried somewhere with a softer light and more varied swirling colors.
Your whole body aches, every muscle fiber crying out in complaint like you’ve just pulled a full day of physical activity, despite you being at rest. Your head throbs dully, your throat is raw and scratchy and your eyes are just so hot - burning in their sockets like two smoldering coals.
And it’s not just your eyes- You’re burning up all over. Even though you’ve been stripped down to smallclothes and covered in minimal bedding, you're still soaking them through with clammy sweat.
Strangely, the ceiling you’re looking up at looks nothing like where you’d expect to wake up, and instead the vaulted ceiling of a noble’s home.
You’re back in your childhood bedroom at the jarl’s castle, somehow. You’re overcome with instant, deep seated dread.
Someone is sitting at your bedside, but you can’t make out any of their features from the distorted shape.
“Mother?” You question piteously, unable to think straight through the heat of your fever.
The dark blur of color at your bedside speaks to you, but their voice is warped to your ears, the words indistinguishable, sound both a low rumble and a high pitched ringing.
You choke out a sob, gripping their forearm. You know words are coming out of your mouth, that you’re arguing desperately over something that feels so important at the moment, but they might as well be a foreign language to your own ears.
You’re barely sure what is real and not, memories of your past bleeding into your current senses. Time melts together like the blurs of color in your vision and the distorted ringing in your ears. Eventually you give up on communicating and fall back into fitful sleep, but you have no clue how long it takes.
The next time you open your eyes and manage to keep them open for longer than a few moments, you see the correct wooden beams on the ceiling of Torg’s - and you suppose yours as well, now- bedroom.
“H-Huh-?” You sit up, the damp rag slipping down from your forehead from the sudden movement. You slump back again immediately, reigned in by the sense of exhaustion hitting you in return.
Torg reaches out, collecting the rag to douse it again. He’s pulled up his behemoth of a well-worn armchair to your bedside.
“Torg?” You rasp his name through your hoarse, pained throat, more of a greeting than a question, comforted by the mere sight of him.
“I’m here.” He smiles, but looks tired; his hair messily gathered up and his shirt heavily crinkled. The beginning of faintly purple bags are starting to form under his eyes, the kind he gets when he’s been working too hard with too little sleep.
He pours you a glass of water from the nearby pitcher. You drain it immediately, then half of a second one before your throat is damp enough to speak again.
“...What happened?” The last thing you clearly remember was dozing off in the alpig pen. You know time has passed since then; judging from the evening vermillion visible out of the window, you’ve lost at least most of the day.
“Tusk flu. But don’t worry, Shaman said you’ll be fine."
"I don’t feel fine." You croak weakly, then pout when Torg chuckles at your plight. “Everything hurts.”
“I told you to go get checked out.” His grizzled voice gently chides you with a weary sigh. Even getting scolded, the sound of his voice is music to your ears. Torg reaches out, feeling for your temperature on your cheek and forehead with his hand. “The fact that you have the strength to complain now means you’re already doing better, anyway.”
“Mmmh.” Your eyes flutter closed at the welcome feel of his comparatively cool skin on yours. You don’t have it in you to plead your case- mostly because you know he’s right.
“Good. Much cooler than before.” You can hear the relief in his voice as he judges your temperature. He smiles down at you warmly, and pulls one of the fur blankets back up over you, now that you’re slightly colder. “Your fever must’ve finally broken.”
“Hmmm… Before?”
“Yeah. You’ve been in and out since yesterday morning.”
“That long?!” You wheeze, turning your head and feebly covering your mouth as if it would help at this point. No wonder he looks tired, if he’s been caring for you for that long. ”But won’t you get sick too?”
“I won’t. I already had it as a child.” He leans in and gives you a quick peck on the lips as if to prove his point. “Apparently it's only this bad when you get it for the first time as an adult- at least according to Shaman. And I doubt you had been exposed to it, wherever you came from."
“The alpigs-” You say forlornly, remembering your failed task.
“Relax.” He laughs, shaking his head. “It’s all taken care of already.”
A sigh escapes your tired lungs as his hand gently strokes through your hair and comes to rub at one of your soft ears. You sink down into the blanket, eyes closed in pleasure, and smoosh your face into the touch. You have to forcefully keep yourself from purring.
“This reminds me of when you first came here.” He laughs fondly. “Should I get used to finding you passed out?”
“Mmm…” You pout and whine, but still enjoy the feeling of his affection too much to swat his hand away in indignance. “Give me some credit! It’s only happened twice…”
“And twice is much more than never.” The deep rumble of laughter that comes from Torg’s chest almost makes the teasing worth it. …Almost. “When I came to make sure you went to Shaman’s and found you laid out on that hale bale instead, I thought you were just taking a catnap in the sun.”
“I would never do that.” You lie, blissfully.
“Hah, right… I’m glad you’re back to yourself.” Torg says quietly, his eyebrows beginning to furrow in a deep, furtive slant. “...You were saying some strange things while you were burning up.”
“Mmn-?” One eye finally pops open, staring up at him quizzically.
Cold fear grips you.
Oh no.
Did you blow your cover while you were out of your mind?
“You called me ‘Mother’, for one thing.”
“Oh, pfft-” You snort, breaking into laughter. Then you take his large hand and press a kiss to the back of it. “Don’t worry. You don’t look very motherly, I promise. Especially not like mine.”
“Heh. I feel like one after the last day or so.” His amused smile falls a bit at the seriousness of his next words. “Most of what you said was nonsense, but some of it was… Well…”
"Scandalous?” You try to laugh it off with a cock of your eyebrow. “Or just embarrassing?”
“...Concerning. Like you were being made to do something you didn't want to do."
“Oh. Well, my life up until I came here has mostly been doing things I didn’t particularly want to do.” You shrug, nonchalant.
"I don't want to pry into what those things were, if you don't want to tell me. Though, I admit I am curious." He scruffs his beard with his hand in thought.
"It's… Nothing all that interesting." You fiddle with the edge of the blanket. “Nothing worth talking about, really. Nothing good.”
"Right." He says, noting your discomfort and seeming to back off of the idea. "I just want you to know that you can tell me anything."
You have to admit, that is a tempting prospect.
You could tell him. You could just… tell him everything. You’ve essentially been given an invitation on a silver platter.
You have to wonder what would happen if you did. You assume you would be kicked out- or worse. But… maybe you wouldn’t? Maybe he could help you get out the mess you’ve made for yourself…
Then, you snap back to your senses.
…No, that’s nonsense, you decide. Nothing could ever be that easy. Not for you.
The fever must’ve gotten to you for a moment.
You have to stop yourself from laughing incredulously. It's a lovely sentiment, but you have a feeling it just doesn't extend to deceiving him with the intent to steal from him for all this time.
But you should tell him something… Otherwise the fact he doesn't know something will keep nagging at him. You know him well enough by now that you know that to be the case.
"Oh, you know how it is... Classic sob story, really." You say flippantly with a wave of your hand. "My mother never really wanted me and it showed."
You decide on information that is not inherently false, but won't have any bearing on keeping up your deception.
"Ah. What makes you think that?"
"Well, the general disinterest for my wellbeing from a young age was probably the biggest sign. After my father left, she lucked into getting remarried to the jarl of our village, somehow... It became pretty clear that I was only a nuisance to her after that. Getting in the way of the life she deserved, I suppose. Because after that, he always came first."
"Hmm." He leans back in his seat, closing his eyes. "He was no better than her, I take it?"
"No. He was a slimy weasel of a man. Heartless and miserly. He had to control everything down to the smallest detail.... Enjoyed tormenting people below him. He's the reason I ran away when I did."
"Ran away?"
"I left home when I was 14."
That was more than a decade ago now. Time flies when you're struggling to stay alive every single day…
"That's so young." Torg can't hide the look of deep concern on his face, no doubt thinking of any of the tween-aged orclings around the settlement he's responsible for having to endure the same strife.
"Being on the street seemed like the better option."
"I’m sorry. It must've been unbearable, then."
"It was a culmination of a lot of things, really. The day before I left, he caught me in the pantry sneaking food after I was sent to my room without dinner, and he cornered me and wouldn't let me by until I guessed what he wanted as 'toll’- You know, because I’m a troll. He thought he was so funny. I may have been young but even by then I knew that wasn’t going to lead to anything good. I was lucky a servant showed up when they did and he had to pretend to be normal."
"Your mother did nothing?" It's subtle, but you see Torg's jaw clench in rhythm like it does when he tries to keep his temper in check.
"I knew she wouldn't listen, but I told her anyway. She told me I was making things up for attention- that I was ruining things for her like I always do, and if I hated her husband and his hospitality so much, that I could leave. So, I left and never looked back. I wasn’t going to stay where I wasn’t wanted." You shrug, putting a mirthless smile on and deciding to hand-wave the rest of the details between then and now, so as to not rouse suspicion. “As you can imagine, it was a lot of doing unpleasant things after that, to not starve. Not many lucrative jobs for underage runaways.”
Living in the settlement has been the most security you’ve ever had, especially in terms of reliable access to regular meals. A hot, communal evening meal every night is something that you could have only dreamed about, before. That’s not even to mention the quality of the food… You’ve definitely added a couple pounds since you’ve been here, just from never having to skip a meal, as was a norm for you before now - even after joining a thieves’ guild.
"You shouldn’t have had to endure any of that." Torg gives you another soft stroke on the cheek, his hand trailing down your neck to squeeze your shoulder for emphasis. "I'll make sure nothing like it happens to you again."
You hum in approval, your heartbeat picking up in your chest from the intimacy and the fondness of the statement. For being such a large, gruff and intimidating man, he sure is tender with you.
“Are you hungry? ” Torg seems to remember something, getting to his feet. “Dinner should be ready soon, but if you’re feeling peckish, there should be more than enough in here to tide you over.”
Torg moves a brightly colored basket to the nightstand within your reach. It’s stuffed dangerously to the brim with seasonal fruit, jars of preserves and honey, and other treats. There’s a piece of thick paper stuck into the middle of it.
You take the card, and unsurprisingly, can’t read the text, because you still haven’t picked up Orcish script. There’s a large phrase at the top, with the rest of the paper filled with several smaller pieces of script scrawled in different handwritings. There is also a large, crudely drawn cat smack dab in the middle.
“You’re quite popular around here, you know. Looks like you’ve been fully adopted.” You can hear the approval in his voice. “The knuckleheads dropped it off this morning when they came to check on you, but you were still out of it at the time.”
“...Cute…” You can’t keep the silly grin from your face, looking at the wonky face on the cat.
“The big part says ‘Get well soon’.” Torg points to the text with a large index finger, chuckling at your look of intense focus.
“I know, I figured that out, context clues…” You mutter, ears laying flat black and flicking in annoyance. The sight just makes him chuckle harder.
Torg returns to the stove, but you keep looking at the card, pouring over all the signatures even if you can’t actually read them.
Emotion pricks at the back of your eyes, and your throat tightens the longer you look at the paper. For just a moment, you had forgotten you’ll have to actually leave eventually, when you take your quarry back to the guild.
But no one at the guild has ever given a fraction of concern as the orcs here have. There was no care given when you were sick or injured, just considered dead weight. Even if you could call some of your ties with your fellow thieves friendly, it’s laughable to think any of them would do anything for you that didn’t have some sort of mutual benefit for them. There were certainly never any gift baskets or ‘get well soon’ cards.
The thought of leaving now fills you with a horrible, crushing sense of loss.
Your body wants to cry, but you’re not about to let it, and struggle to force the feeling down and keep it buried.
You weren’t supposed to get attached. And here you are, having done exactly that. You’ve been a fool, and now leaving is going to be that much more painful…
No one to blame but yourself, you suppose…
Finally, you select a beautifully colored honey-pear from the basket, hoping that eating something will make it easier to quell your emotions.
You chew in maudlin silence, trying to think as little as possible, until his voice finally breaks the silence again.
"You know… I left home on less than amicable terms too.” Torg says from the kitchen area.
He keeps his back to you as he works, and his posture is the smallest bit tense, like he has to goad himself to even speak about this matter in the first place. You study his broad back muscles moving underneath his light linen shirt.
"Ah. Are you a runaway too?" You speak through pauses of nibbling on the piece of fruit. It’s juicy and perfectly ripe, the viscous nectar soothing your irritated throat.
"No, I was exiled from my birth tribe." He sighs, shaking his head in scorn. “Though, I was of age already, so it wasn’t quite as hard for me to get by on my own as it sounds like it was for you."
“You- exiled?!” You nearly spew chunks of fruit across the bed in your hoarse outburst. “But you’re so… orderly!”
“Everyone has a breaking point.” He says grimly.
“True enough… What happened?”
“Fistfight with my father.” Torg says in the most matter of fact manner possible as he stirs whatever he’s cooking.
“Did you win?” Maybe not the most emotionally intelligent of follow up questions, but it’s the first one to pop into your head.
“Hah- I knocked him flat. Broke his nose in front of the whole tribe.” There is a hint of pyrrhic pride in his voice, even with his back to you. “I may be an orc, but I take after my mother in a lot of ways. I was already bigger than him at that age, and tired of his bullshit. He didn’t expect me to finally stand up for myself.”
“Oh, he sounds lovely.”
“Nicest man I’ve ever met.” Torg quips mirthlessly. “An absolute joy to be around.”
“This all sounds like a personal matter, though? That’s exile-able?”
“My father also happened to be Chieftain... He lost a lot of respect for it, I’m sure. Losing a test of might, then throwing out the winner because you’re bitter? And his own son at that? Dishonorable.”
“Oh wow.” You chuckle and cover your mouth with your hand, and can’t help but feel a strange surge of fondness for him. “Sorry, I’m not laughing at you- That’s just so unlike you! I don’t think of you as a violent person at all...”
“Good.” He returns from the kitchen with a full tray and a grin. “I prefer it that way. ...Here.”
He hands you one of the steaming bowls off of the tray, keeping the other for himself as he takes a seat next to you.
“Hmm?” You reach out to take it, the rising steam already making your face feel better. “What is it?”
“Summer Root Stew.” His voice barely hides his amusement. “Though, it might not be seasoned how you like…”
You groan. You’ll never live it down.
Your comically overblown grimace quickly is replaced with a melancholic smile as you eat in comfortable silence.
“Something on your mind?” Torg asks after a while of you zoning out and picking at your stew.
You shouldn’t verbalize what you’re thinking about, but you can’t help it. He can see right through you when you lie about something like this, anyway.
“I’ve… never really had a place where I felt like I could stay. I always had to leave, for some reason or another. Usually not by choice...” You sniffle thoughtfully, fiddling with your spoon, hoping in some way to cushion the blow of what’s bound to happen someday soon. “I suppose part of me feels like it’s only a matter of time until I’ll have to leave here too...”
“You can stay here.” He says your name for effect, firm but gentle.
And you wish so badly that you could believe him.
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Hello! This is a post looking for long term rp partners!
I’m 25 and I’m looking for someone (18+) to start some fandom rps with me, specifically based around the ship Gallavich (Ian and Mickey) from Shameless.
I would like to play as Mickey so I’m looking for someone to play as Ian. I’m happy to do either au or canon plots, although I do have a soft spot for AU’s or canon divergence plots. I am super open to all plot types from canon to fantasy to historical to sci-fi. Literally anything! I specifically enjoy writing stories based in the omegaverse, fantasy/supernatural plots (vampires and werewolves etc), family centred stories (specifically mpreg) mafia/criminal underworld settings, and darker plots, but I’m really open to anything and everything. I have no triggers.
Also nsfw scenes are totally okay, but I would prefer to play as the bottom character (I know, sorry!)
I am pretty active, and will respond multiple times a day (if I can’t I will let you know) and I usually write 1-3 paragraphs, although they can be much longer depending on my mood and the point of the story we’re at. I don’t really have the mental energy to keep up with novella style length responses, but I can try and adjust writing length if needed.
I tend to get super excited and engaged in plots, so I’d like to find partners that are maybe similar! I also love to chat ooc all about Gallavich and such.
If you’re interested in writing with me message me or like this post! 🥹💜
Oh also, I only rp on discord! And please only interact with this if you’re interested in rping 💗
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Bodyguard trope….bodyguard trope, save me….
I want to go feral over two ocs, one of whom is sworn to protect the other’s life. Slowburn, pining, angst, whump, fluffy moments in between—let‘s do our worst to make these two characters who CANNOT be together fall for each other so, so hard.
I’m particularly looking to write this in some sort of fantasy setting, with castles and magic and knights and the like. I’d love to play the royal prince being guarded, but if there’s one thing I love it’s the reversal of the bodyguard trope where the protected becomes the protector (so don’t think my character will be completely defenseless/unwilling to defend yours!!)
I’m 25, nonbinary, and preferably looking to write either mxm or mxnb. Trans/enby/gender-fluid ocs are accepted and adored !! I just ask that you be at least 21, as I tend to be more comfortable writing with people closer to my own age. I rp exclusively on discord, and write in third person past tense.
Feel free to give a like if this interests you, and I’ll reach out!!
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A Drink Before Battle ~ Intro
Genres: Fantasy, Romance, LGBTQ+, BL, Yaoi, Drama
Age rating: 18+ (violence, strong language, sexual content)
Status: Main story complete (70,000 words/ 47 chapters), One extra chapter (more coming someday)
Availability: Free to read on Scribblehub, Wattpad, AO3, Inkitt, and Ritoria
Story Tag: #adbb avp
Summary:
General Sevei is of the firm opinion that Nobles are shady and Alchemists even shadier. Noble Alchemists are the absolute worst. He is not looking forward to partnering with one to guard the border. Upon their introduction, though, it would seem they have already met... under very intimate circumstances.
Oh...,****
Set in the same world as Salvage, but we're going back in time for some Medieval sword and sorcery!
This wholesome, happy-endings-all-around, smutty queer fantasy romance features an M/M main couple along with a host of supporting characters bringing some trans rep, some pan rep, some sex worker positivity, and even a straight ally who tries his darndest, bless his little puppy heart.
Plenty of fluff, plenty of sexy times, a few funny bits, and our gang do all make it through the Horrors - but there is a war on, so there's also plenty of angst and a bit of bloody violence along the way.
More details below!
MC: General Zarayan Sevei, 31, brown hair, brown eyes, regular guy
ML: General Yeresym Urskatha, 28, platinum blonde, green eyes, Alchemist (magic user)
Couple Dynamics: Enthusiastic MC x reluctant ML, normal x paranormal, sunshine x grumpy, outgoing x reserved (dog/cat), experienced x inexperienced, vers couple
POV: MC only, 3rd person past
Setting: Fantasy World, Medieval, Military camp
Magic system ~ Qi-type innate spiritual energy (called Ethereal Energy in story). Can be wielded physically, harnessed to fuel technologies, or (more rarely) combined with ritual practices for more esoteric applications.
Themes: individual vs. self, individual vs. society, LGBTQ+ themes, identity, self image, love, sexuality, friendship, loyalty, courage, cooperation, guilt, mental health, empowerment, sex worker positivity, social class/privilege, change vs. tradition, violence, war, prejudice
Tropes: western fantasy influenced by xianxia danmei, enemies (antagonists) to lovers, secret identities, mistaken assumptions, forced proximity, workplace romance, brothel scenes, outdoor bathing, magical sex, opposites attract, side couples, (almost) everyone is queer, found family, band of misfits, fluff, comedic undertone, humor as a coping mechanism, danger/rescue, hurt/comfort, traumatic past, toxic family, angst w/HE, avenging dead loved ones, damsel in distress, magic battles, overpowered villain, aristocracy/nobility, handsome prince
Vibes/Mood: plot with smut, varies from fluffy and comedic to sexy to dark and angsty, but with a happy ending
Content Warnings: Genre typical violence, explicit sexual content, homophobic society, internalized homophobia, internalized transphobia (supporting character), war veteran ptsd, slavery (supporting character – no mistreatment of this character is depicted and sentiments are anti-slavery).
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Discord writers call!
After a lengthy break from writing, I'm trying to get back into things!
If you're the type to enjoy writing dark fantasy, cult themes and mafia / organised crime aesthetics, drop me a message or like the post and I'll reach out to you!
I'm primarily on my phone so I'm short concise replies that keep the story moving for now. Around 1 easy para max.
I don't use - nor will I use - faceclaims. This seems like a big deal for many but my OC's are fictional and no RL person works for me. I'll be as descriptive as I can be when writing them though.
All I ask is that you are 21+ , I don't write with anyone under that as I like to do darker themes and NSFW storylines.
I like to double up or create a mumu rather than one thread to keep OC's even be it MxM, FxF & MxF. The sky is the limit.
I don't particularly have any rules. Don't make things weird and it should be cool, y'know?
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We've officially hit the halfway mark of NINE-TENTHS!
It's still serializing on Wattpad, and if you've been waiting for a good chunk of it to post before sitting down to enjoy the book, now is the time.
Read the Book Here.
As a reminder, it's totally free (you just have to sign up for an account), and two chapters drop per week (Weds & Sat)
About the Book
Twenty-four is one year too young for a quarter-life crisis, but hey, Colin's always been an overachiever. He's got a degree in Sustainable Tourism, which he's wasting as a barista, an annoying anxiety disorder, and no freaking idea what to do with his life. The only thing going his way is the cute coffee shop regular, a homo draconis named Dav (who, in his humanshape, is a total hottie.)
Still, it'd be easier if Dav didn't have a habit of accidentally setting things on fire when he's startled. Like the café kitchen.
When Dav breaks draconic taboo and volunteers as a replacement bean-roaster to apologize for the inferno meet-ugly, sparks really fly. Everything's finally happening for Colin, until he learns that hooking up with Dav means that under dragon law, Colin is absorbed into Dav's hoard.
Possession may be nine-tenths of the law, but becoming his boyfriend's property does not make this whole identity crisis thing easier. Especially now that Colin must navigate politics, paparazzi, and legal questions about his personhood. Colin's still angling for his Happily Ever After, but the growing scrutiny on his relationship with Dav threatens their budding romance. And if he's not careful, Colin's fight for agency may just destroy symbiotic human/dragon relationships worldwide.
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A sassy, queer, alternate universe romance from Publishers Weekly's Best Books of 2011 author J.M. Frey, Nine-Tenths meets in the middle between "Red, White & Royal Blue" and the "Temeraire" series.
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Hey! 18+ F here, looking for someone to rp with!
I‘ve been dying to rp again lately and I’m so down to create a new world and new oc‘s!
I‘ve been in the rp community for quite some time and have quite a lot of experience as well. I tend to write 3-5 paragraphs, depending on the tempo of plot and how inspired I am :)
So, let’s get to the most important part. I‘m a sucker for fantasy and mxm plots. A/b/o? Great! Vampires? Even better!! Anything kinda dark and serious catches my eye pretty quickly!
I do not care if I were to play the top or the bottom, as long as it doesn’t get boring I’m down for anything! I‘m also a pretty active person, so I reply pretty quickly, if you don’t, that’s okay!! Every two to three days is also fine for me, if it takes longer, please let me know :)
Like this post if you are down or interested in anything written above, and we can get started!!
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𝐼𝑇'𝑆 𝐵𝐸𝐸𝑁 𝐴 𝐿𝑂𝑁𝐺𝑇𝐼𝑀𝐸…
𝑀𝑌 𝑃𝑅𝐸𝐶𝐼𝑂𝑈𝑆 𝑀𝑈𝑆𝐸… 𝐼'𝑉𝐸 𝑀𝐼𝑆𝑆𝐸𝐷 𝑌𝑂𝑈 🗡
𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒: 𝑀𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑃𝐴𝑋𝑇𝑂𝑁 / 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 𝟐𝟓+ / 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: 𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐈𝐌
« 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 » 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 / 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐌𝐒
¶ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒—𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅-𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌 (-𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃-). 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ☠ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐍… 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐌 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐏, 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇…
➸ 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒:
-𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆-
𝟏. 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓—𝐁𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃, 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘, 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋
𝟐. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋—𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃
𝟑. 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒, 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄, 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐍
𝟒. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘. 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋
𝟓. 𝐈'𝐌 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌-𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋. 𝐌𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐒—𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐈-𝐅𝐈 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋—𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋
𝟏𝟖+ 𝑲/𝑰/𝑵/𝑲/𝑺 ➤ 𝑎 / 𝑏 / 𝑜 , 𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑦, 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒, 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑎𝑔𝑒-𝑔𝑎𝑝𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑙, 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔, ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑔𝑒, 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑦, 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 “𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒” 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑠ℎ, 𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑑𝑠𝑚, 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑠, 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙, 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑎𝑠𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑥𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 + 𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔, 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑠, 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠, 𝑐𝑢𝑚 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑐𝑢𝑚 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑒, 𝑐𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 / 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒 / 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑, 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛, 𝑑𝑢𝑏𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠-𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 ( 𝑑𝑢𝑏-𝑐𝑜𝑛 ) + 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑛-𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑠𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑎𝑙, 𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑠𝑚 𝑑���𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑚, 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒-𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒-𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑡-𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑔𝑎𝑔𝑠, 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑔, 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑝 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑤𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔, ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠, 𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑠, ℎ𝑦𝑝𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑚, 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙, 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑡 ( 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙, 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 ), 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦, 𝑘𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑, ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 + 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑔𝑢𝑛 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑠, 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ( 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙, 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑜, 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑑 ), 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 ( 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑠, 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑖𝑑𝑠, 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠.𝑒𝑡𝑐.𝑒𝑡𝑐 ), 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙, 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟-𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ( 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑠 ), 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑛, 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑦𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦, 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠 ( 𝑏𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑥 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑒, 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑥 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟.𝑒𝑡𝑐 ), 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑠, 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑚, 𝑠𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑠𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑛𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎, 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑡, 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑜, 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡𝑜𝑦𝑠, 𝑡𝑜𝑦 𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠, 𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑜, 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑠, 𝑣𝑖𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟, 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑡𝑜𝑦 𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑙 + 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑣𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑚, 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠, 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑠, 𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔
𝐗 𝑳/𝑰/𝑴/𝑰/𝑻/𝑺 ➤ 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑠, 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒
➤ 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐆 -𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐃𝐃-
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Searching for 1x1 Discord RP
I am 25+ searching for a mature novella partner 25+ for a 1x1 Discord RP
I primarily role-play older male characters between the ages of 34+ upwards to 76+ however I am capable of role-playing female characters, but I rarely do that unless it is upon request, or I feel the plot calls for it. I'm searching for someone that enjoys plotting and brainstorming ideas together and is capable of communication and putting in some effort into ideas. I'm frequently online and tend to response to post almost immediately unless I'm sleeping or away from keyboard.
I'm adaptable and my interest are wide when it comes to genres and various fandoms. But I primarily want to delve into more original stories and my likes and dislikes vary depending on the genre of the story we are plotting.
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Sacrifice
Pairing: Hongjoong X Yeosang
Genre: Fantasy, Angst
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Death, use of guns, supernatural violence, extremely inaccurate vampires, bad worldbuilding
Word Count: 2,664
Summary: Hongjoong thought he'd spend his time in the military facing the barrel of a gun, not sharp teeth.
[a/n]: Written for the @pirateeznet Secret Admirer Event (I'm only technically a day late!). I got @potatomountain and I want to express my sincerest apologies to you, love, for my inconsistent contact, my inability to engage with you a ton for this event and whatever this fic is. I've never written fantasy before but I really wanted to try for you. If you like this I'd love to write you a sequel to compensate. Fingers crossed you have a fun time. Happy (belated) Valentines!
Border guard was not the role Hongjoong had thought he’d land up in when he signed up for the army but it had been his good skills and bad luck that had gotten him there. He’d always had good aim growing up and his father, a military man himself, had wanted him to continue his legacy so it was only natural for him to take an interest in the armed forces.
He was the best shot in his squadron and soon was promoted to a sniper. Just as they were about to be deployed abroad for a routine tour, chaos broke out at the border and their team was chosen to be sent in as reinforcements. That meant Hongjoong spent most of his time in a guard tower, his rifle aimed at a wired fence and forested terrain that separated his own nation from their neighbours.
His superiors hadn’t told them much about what exactly was going on, the news channels not offering any more information than they already knew. A few soldiers had been found dead near the border while out on their night duty. The bordering nation had good relations with Hongjoong’s own so the attacks made no sense. The neighbouring army had taken no responsibility for the action, pinning it on non-state actors.
Tension was high at the historically peaceful site and it had put the two allied nations at odds with each other. Hongjoong should have cared about it all, but he just resented the fact that the time he could have been spending abroad was wasted away in isolation. The person nearest to him was a guard tower over, who he could only talk to through a walkie-talkie and even that was restricted given the high alert status they were in.
And so days turned into weeks, every evening he’d swap in for his squadron mate for his shift, sitting alone for hours with a small pack of rations till mid morning, when he’d get to retire to his tent for some sleep.
There was no movement once the reinforcements came, so they thought that either the enemy had been scared away or was waiting. An offensive operation was being discussed with the armed forces of the neighbouring nation to try to root out the people behind the attacks. Hongjoong continued to not care, and wished for the crisis to come to some sort of end so that he could be doing anything else but this.
It all changed one night, though. About a month into their mission, Hongjoong had been trying to pick something to eat when he heard the fence rattle. He quickly sat up, using his binoculars to figure out where the sound was coming from, but everything had fallen silent once again.
He tried to look for the guards that were out on patrol and saw one of them fallen on the ground and the other seemingly floating in the air. Throwing his binoculars down, Hongjoong aimed his rifle at the man, the scope focusing on the soldier whose feet were off the ground, head tilted to one side and no one around him.
Hongjoong tried to think of something to do. His instinct was to signal to the guard in the other post but he didn’t have the time, so he imagined what a man would look like if he were holding the soldier up and took his shot. Immediately the man fell to the ground and the fence rattled, then there was silence.
Scrambling for his walkie-talkie, he called to the other guard but there was no response from him. He couldn’t just sit there, so he rushed down from his post, looking for someone to report to, but everyone had fallen into a deep slumber that he couldn’t wake them up from. The camp looked dead except for him.
Reaching for the handgun on his side, Hongjoong slowly made his way to the fence. The first soldier he saw seemed untouched, but clearly dead. His body lay limp with no pulse or breath. He crawled his way over to the other guard, whose limbs were twisted from the fall. His head lay turned to one side, neck covered in blood pouring out of two big punctures in the skin.
He was so shocked by the sight that he barely had the time to react to the sound of the fence rattling again, and everything went black.
When he came to his senses, he found himself sitting in a seemingly endless room. The decor looked nothing like what was local to either his nation or the one neighbouring it, as if he’d been teleported halfway across the world. Large windows decorated the room but they painted pitch black, the only light coming from large crystal chandeliers that nursed candles that shed flickering light onto impeccably polished marble floors.
Hongjoong’s head hurt and he could barely move, his hands and feet bound to the chair he was seated on. He was still in his fatigues, seemingly unharmed. “You’re awake?” A deep voice called out from behind him. He jerked in his chair as he tried to turn behind to see who it was but the high backed chair meant he had a limited range of view.
Footsteps echoed through the space as the person crept up to him, growing louder as they grew closer. And then he saw him, and Hongjoong felt his breath stop.
The man in front of him was almost paper white with how pale his skin was. He was dressed in the most extravagant suit Hongjoong had ever seen, covered in gems that glittered with every movement. He looked like royalty, with a face to match. Sharp eyes paired with soft lips and the gentlest of smiles.
“I’m Yeosang,” he said, and that’s when Hongjoong noticed the two sharp canines in the man’s mouth. He racked his brain for an explanation. This had to be a joke. Maybe he had fallen asleep at his post and he was dreaming.
But the ice cold touch of the man’s hands on his skin couldn’t have been a dream, that much Hongjoong knew. “What’s your name?”
“Hongjoong,” he managed while flexing his ankles carefully, trying to find a way to escape his binds.
“You saw me there, didn’t you?”
“Not really,” he said, confused.
“What do you mean?”
“I heard the fence rattle and I saw one of our men floating above the ground so I tried to shoot whatever was behind it. But I saw nothing there.”
“Interesting,” the man muttered. “You should have been asleep. Why weren’t you?”
“How would I know? And who are you? Where am I?”
“Oh, naive humans. You’re endlessly fascinated by us but you don’t know who we are?”
“That’s not possible.”
“But it is.” The man clapped his hands and a man walked into the room, smiling at Hongjoong before standing still and tilting his head. The man in the suit stood behind him, shot Hongjoong a wink and sunk his teeth into the man’s neck.
Hongjoong didn’t know if he felt horrified or fascinated at the sight, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of it. For minutes the three of them stood there quietly as blood pooled around the man’s teeth and his eyes glowed.
Finally, the pulled his teeth out and wiped them clean with his tongue. The man who came in gave a little bow and walked away the way he’d come in.
“I’m Prince Yeosang. I rule a world very different from your own.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Don’t worry your little head about it,” he said. Hongjoong should have felt patronised but the tone was so polite he couldn’t feel angry at all.
“What we need to figure out is what to do with you.”
“Do I have to ask or will you just explain it anyways?”
“Oh shush. Your world and mine live in the same place, and the same time, just one can’t see the other. We didn’t even know the other existed for millennia but a few centuries ago, my kind figured out how to get to yours. It didn’t go well. We became addicted to feeding on you and it threatened to destroy the barriers between our worlds, and with it, your entire kind. There were a lot of fights amongst us on what we should do, and the side that wished for a peaceful coexistence won, but we had changed too much in that time.
We needed your kind to survive, so in a way we’d found our own destruction in finding you. So we started picking up a person here or there, just enough to sustain us. We kept them here, so that we wouldn’t have to keep going there. But that wasn’t enough. We realised that your kind wasn’t enough to keep us alive, but that each of us needed a specific one, one that had been changed by us all that time ago, the way you had changed us.”
“And what if you didn’t find that person?”
“We’d keep feeding on others, but we’d need more and more, and eventually it wouldn’t be enough and we’d fade. But if we found the right one, they’d change us as much as we changed them so we’d both stay alive as long as we were together.”
“So you were out there looking for your one?”
“Pretty much. I’ve looked far and wide and I’m fading fast. If I don’t find someone, then this world will go without an heir, and that could destroy the peace that’s held my world from ravaging yours.”
“Okay, so you need to find your blood soulmate or whatever. But what does that have to do with me?”
“Finding the one isn’t easy for us. There are billions of your kind out there. The only way to find out is by marking someone. If they’re the one, they’ll live.”
“So you go around killing people till you find this one?”
“No, not like that. We can catch a sense of them, but we can’t know exactly who it is. So it sometimes takes a few casualties. Fortunately your kind kills enough of your own that you hardly notice it.
Anyways, there’s a legend, that for sometimes, the connection between one of your kind and one of my kind is so close, that the barrier between starts to falter. My power can knock your people out because you have no immunity to it.”
“But I was awake,” Hongjoong mumbled. “Wait, so am I your blood soulmate?”
“If the legend is right, then you are.”
“What do you mean if it’s right?”
Yeosang shrugged. “It’s only happened a handful of times.”
“And?”
“They’re all gone because of unrelated reasons.”
“Unrelated reasons?”
“That’s not the concern here. If you’re my one, you can save your realm and my own.”
“And if I’m not, I die.”
“I’m sorry, I know it’s a lot. But what other choice do I have?”
“If I agree to this, and I am your blood soulmate, then will I have to stay here for the rest of eternity?”
“You don’t have to, we just keep you here for your own safety. You can go back, I can come visit you for feeding when I need it, if you’d like. Our bond doesn’t have to be anything more than that.”
“Okay…” Hongjoong trailed off. He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to call the man in front of him a lunatic and run off, but somewhere deep down he knew he wasn’t lying. That this was the truth and he had to decide what to do.
At the end of the day, Hongjoong was a military man, and if there’s one thing he’d accepted when he’d joined the army, was that there would come a time when he’d have to lay his life down for his people. He never actually thought that day would come, but it had, and he wasn’t going to hesitate.
“You can do it.” Hongjoong said.
“What?” Yeosang asked, surprised.
“You can mark me. I can’t allow my people to get hurt.”
“You’re a very brave man, Hongjoong.”
“Or foolish, the line between the two is quite thin. Now can you please untie me?”
“Oh of course, my apologies.” Yeosang waved a hand and the restraints around Hongjoong fell on their own. He looked at them with wonder for a moment. He knew he was in for something weird but it was still odd to actually see it.
“How do we do this?”
“You just tilt your head to the side, I’ll do the rest.”
Hongjoong stood up and stretched a bit, trying to get some feeling back into his limbs. Looking Yeosang properly in the eye felt odd. Just moments before he’d towered over him, but now he felt like just a guy, a really pretty one at that. He’s about to either kill you or make you immortal, Hongjoong thought as he turned around to face away from Yeosang.
“Try to relax, this might hurt.”
“I might not last long enough to feel it,” Hongjoong couldn’t help but quip.
“Quiet, you’ll be alright.” He waited for the pain, but it never came. “I can’t do it.”
“What do you mean?”
Yeosang stepped away, looking away. “I don’t know. No one’s ever willingly offered themselves to me before, knowing that it could take their life. Every time I’ve done it, it’s been against your kind’s will, and I let myself believe it was for a good reason. But now I don’t know if I can think of it like that.”
Hongjoong was taken aback, “But it’s for both of our safety, isn’t it?”
“Part of it, yes, but I can’t lie and say that I didn’t do it selfishly even once. I don’t want to fade, not for my kind, but for myself.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that, all of us want to live.”
“But you don’t.”
“Oh I do, but sometimes you have to accept that there’s more important things than that,” Hongjoong said. A part of him was sad that they’d met under such circumstances. There was a part of him that wanted to know Yeosang better, maybe find what’s hidden inside him.
“Your kind is fascinating.”
“We’re just human. Now get it on with, hopefully it’ll save more than the both of us.”
Cold fingers grazed his neck gently as his head was pushed to the side so that his cheek touched his shoulder. Soft lips brushed against his neck and Hongjoong felt a shiver run down his spine. A sharp pinch made him flinch but then it was all gone. He felt himself relax, his limbs go loose, and his fear drain away. He didn’t know how long he felt like that before he blacked out again.
When he woke up, he was back in his post, curled on the floor with his rations next to him and his rifle aimed out as usual. Hongjoong sat up quickly, checking his surroundings. Everything seemed to be fine. Maybe he did just fall asleep the night before and dreamt it all.
But he remembered firing his rifle. He looked at the bolt of the gun and placed his hand on the lever, taking a deep breath as he pulled it back.
An empty shell clattered on the floor.
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