#my influence has allowed him inside. i am a god and he is inside now

[t-0ne25]

[B] — THE PARK

There’s nothing in this world a quiet walk in the sun can solve, right? At least that’s what your brain always manages to make you believe when sunbeams collide with your skin on the first day of spring, warning you up from outside as if they’re some magical elixir. But it’s just mother nature providing you vitamins and serotonin for free, while helping you clear your head.

The birds are chirping, beautiful flowers are taking over the field, enlightening your view in all the colours the rainbow can offer. You take a deep breath, allowing your whole body to relax just how it deserves. Cool. Your anxious thoughts are basically gone. There’s no need to worry.

When you pass one of the cafés near, you head to the counter and purchase one of your favourite iced drinks. They finally changed the menu to the one specifically made for spring, which eases your heart and mind further.

Everything is perfect. Problems? You’ve never heard of them.

Until you sit down on one of the wooden and dark green coloured benches back in the park again—getting a great panorama view of the pond and the ducks playing and swimming inside.

At first, you don’t notice him. He’s just as shy and anxious as you tend to be, especially whenever he’s with you. Well, usually he plays it cool, pretending to be confident and you believe him. The teasing tells it all. But deep down he knows he’d basically faint if you ever made a move on him.

“Hey.”

Oh, no. Problem number two that you were trying to escape found you. Dammit.

“Hey, Ji. You’re here too?”

No, I’m one of the ducks and turned into an illusion of Han Jisung, he thinks but doesn’t speak out loud. Minho and his sarcasm aren’t a good influence on him as it seems.

“Yeah… I’ve been trying to clear my mind and all.” His gaze is fixated on the ground, as he looks down at his shoes. His hands and fingers are fidgeting, showing how nervous he is.

“Are you okay, Jisung?”

His eyes shoot up towards you, “Yeah! I’m fine. I’m fine.”

It’s hard seeing him like this. You wonder what’s going on and if it possibly has something to do with you. Until you push that idea aside. This isn’t about you. Jisung seems to be plagued by some thoughts and you’re his friend, always ready to help and listen.

“Do you wanna talk? Tell me what’s going on?”

He awkwardly chuckles, “I’m… not sure.”

You tilt your head, stepping a few steps towards him. Jisung’s heartbeat quickens and he prays you don’t notice.

“Come on, you can tell me everything,” you reassure him.

He blinks a few times. “Even if it involves my guilty conscience and you?”

Could he perhaps mean…?

No, there’s no way. Sure, with all the teasing he’s brought to daylight whenever you’ve been in a room with him one could think he does actually like you more than a friend. Hell, Han Jisung flirts with you as if he’s trying to win an Olympic gold medal. The fact you’re still not considering the chance that he has some type of crush on you is almost ridiculous.

“Yeah, even then,” you say. “What is it?”

Now you’re the one whose heart is bursting out of their chest, impatiently awaiting and answer.

“I will tell you… but perhaps, not here? Like in public and all?”

“We can go to my place. It’s not that far from here,” you suggest.

Twenty minutes later, you find yourself inside your apartment since it’s closer to the park where your paths accidentally crossed. You offer Jisung a glass of water and fill one for yourself too before the two of you plop down on your sofa. He’s never been here before and it shows—like a child, his eyes are roaming all over the walls and furniture inside your living room, truly amazed of how much of a copy of yourself this flat is. It reflects you like a mirror.

But your friend gets dragged out of his focused state, when you speak, “So, whenever you’re ready, yeah?”

He gulps, nervousness striking all over his pretty face.

“I know I shouldn’t feel this way and I am sure this won’t even surprise you… but I like you. More than a friend. And, God, you’re so fucking attractive but also freaking adorable, it messes with my head.”

“Ji–“

“Wait, I’m not done yet,” he interrupts you back. “I know I shouldn’t feel that way, after all Minho and you–“

“We aren’t… dating. If that’s what you think,” you tell him.

For a moment Jisung can see sparkles of hope running in front of his eyes, ready to be caught. Until they vanish away, bringing him back to reality.

“But you like him,” he speaks through gritted teeth.

“I do,” you admit.

His head is hanging low now and so are his shoulders which he shrugs. Jisung’s speaks in a soft voice when he begins again, “I knew it. Well, it was nice–“

“But I like you too, more than a friend, Han Jisung,” you tell him with a wide grin.

He nods, a bright laughter slipping past his lips, “The usage of the government name makes it feel so serious.”

“Because I am,” you emphasise. “I am serious. I’m sorry for all this mess.”

He takes a step towards you, reaching for your hands and suddenly all the anxiety disappears. “No. Don’t apologise. There's no mess if we don’t create one.”

You’ve never expected someone like Jisung who makes jokes throughout the whole day would be so mature about this. You’ve absolutely misjudged him on that matter.

“What do you mean?”

You still want to make sure you’re on the same page and he’s not just saying that as a joke again.

“We can discuss things later with Minho,” he explains. “But can I be selfish for once and kiss you?”

The smile on your face is hard to miss, “What are you waiting for, hm?”

He grins, right before he smashes his lips into yours. And it feels like you’ve just cheated your way into heaven. This is perfect. More than perfect. His mouth feels so smooth against your own, as his tongue carefully asks for entrance when he lets the tip graze over your lower lip. You grant him just that, inviting it in, as a mischievous grin makes it up to your face. He’s so shy, so different from all the teasing it’s adorable.

Soon, you wrap your arms around his neck, before your kisses go on a little journey, hovering over his cheek, his jawline, down to his neck. Jisung lets you do the work, melting under your touch and basically turning into a puddle. His head is thrown back, his hands are gripping your waist.

“If we don’t stop very soon,” he starts then, speaking in between small whimpers, “I don’t think I will be able to hold back, baby.”

You chuckle, “That’s my plan, Ji.”

He lets go of you for a second, his eyes finding your own. “What about Minho?”

“Let’s be selfish for a bit. We will talk to him later, yeah?”

Jisung nods, before his mouth crashes into yours again. You feel hypnosis taking over you, when you guide him towards your bedroom. He kicks the door open with his foot, before you drag him further towards the mattress. A little push is enough to make him land on the bed, so you can crawl on top of him. Usually, in any conversation, Jisung is the one to lead, so you’ve been dying to know if he’d be the same in the bedroom. So far it seems to be quite the opposite and you don’t mind at all.

A second later, your friend feels you on top of him, straddling his lap before your arms seize around his shoulders. Your lips are attached to his neck again, drawing the prettiest pattern he’s ever witnessed that will leave a fond memory of today for everyone to see. You guide them further, while you help him out of his shirt, before they travel more.

You’re scooting down, leaving his thighs and forcing a small whine to spill from Jisung’s lips but he doesn’t complain. Not when you’re already making your way further south, hastily fumbling with his belt before you slide down his jeans. His hardened cock is straining against the material of his boxers, begging to be let free. But to tease him a bit more—he deserves it after all—you start slowly palming him through the fabric, applying only a bit of pressure to drive him even crazier.

“Tell me what you like, Jisung,” you tell him in the softest voice his ears have ever witnessed.

“Anything… just touch me, please.”

You decide to free him from the torture, pulling down his boxers just to realise he’s completely naked now whereas you’re still fully dressed. You make quick work when your hand wraps around his throbbing length. He’s thick, promising to fill you nicely but this has to wait for now. You start pumping him, listening to the sweet little whimpers he lets out as if they’ve just become your favourite melody.

“I wanna make you feel good,” you confess, before you slide down. Jisung parts his legs and you settle right between them, getting into a comfortable position. You’re on your knees for him, your mouth dangerously close to his dick. Then he feels saliva drip onto his tip, before you smear the liquid over his shaft.

“I’ve thought about this moment so many times, fuck–“

His words get cut off, when he feels your warm and wet mouth around him. His brain basically shuts off at this point, as he watches your head move up and down, taking in as much as you can fit. Slurping sounds are echoing through your bedroom, while you start drooling all over his length. The fact you’re moaning while doing all the work doesn’t make things any easier for him—Jisung said goodbye to the last hopeless piece of his sanity a while ago.

You let his dick slip out of your mouth for a moment, just to whisper, “You’re such a good boy, Sungie. You’re so good for me.” He almost cums when he listens to those words but is able to cold back. Just for you to take him into your mouth again, nearly triggering your gag reflex. Your friend feels himself getting closer and closer, knowing he’s practically tasting that sweet relief, but then–

You pull away. And give him the most teasing grin he’s ever seen.

“Fuck, why’d you stop?”

“I’d prefer it, if you came inside of me,” you confess, cocking your head.

Jisung—despite the fact that he’s absolutely down for it—panics in an instant, “I– I don’t have a condom with me, Y/N. I didn’t exactly expect this to happen when I went out to the park for a nice walk and–“

“I’m on the pill. I’m fine without one if you are,” you reassure him.

“Jesus Christ, is it my birthday already? I thought it’s March,” he says, hyperventilating, while he looks at his wrist although he isn’t even wearing a watch that would tell him today's date.

You snicker, “Stop joking around, baby, and fuck me already.”

And for some reason, you can’t even explain it yourself, something shifts in his mood. Something quite dangerous, if you will.

“Ask nicely, angel,” he teases. Of course, he’s back with the teasing. He wouldn’t be Han Jisung after all.

You give him a faux pout, “Would you please fuck me, Jisung, and make me cum on your cock?”

“You’re truly an angel because you can’t be real,” he whispers, before his hands find your waist and he turns your around.

“You sure you don’t want me to… prepare you first?”

His fingers are wandering under your skirt, while you spread your legs for him. Jisung lets his hand wander further, until he’s grazing over your wet underwear.

“No… Please don’t make me wait any longer.”

He nods, before he slides the ruined fabric aside, playing with your clit a little while two of his fingers are circling around your entrance.

Jisung scoots closer and aligns his cock with your hole. He dips the tip inside and when you give him a small nod, he adds some more of his length, taking his time to allow you to get used to the feeling.

He is definitely more on the girthier side, stretching you deliciously open and you wonder what life would have been like if you had allowed him to do all this with your body yesterday.

Or, perhaps, even way before that. Because you can’t deny—as pathetic as it sounds—that some of his flirtatious comments have made you a little wet in the past, especially when you were back home, on a lonely night, your fingers passing your underwear while you touched yourself, thinking of the man who’s currently spreading you open with his length.

“This feels so good, you’re so good at this,” you praise him, arching your back.

“Hmm, who would have thought that you could be a good girl too, huh?”

“Only for you, Jisung,” you admit in between moans, letting your friend rail you into oblivion. The feeling drives you crazy, how he fills and pleases you, especially when two of his fingers reach around you and start rubbing your clit again.

“Well, I sure hope so. You’re such a good slut for me,” he groans through gritted teeth. 

You nearly see stars when you listen to those degrading yet praising words, “Make me cum, Ji.”

“Oh, I absolutely will.” He chuckles, driving you closer to the edge of snapping. “Come on, let go, angel, I’ve got you.”

And you follow suit. You clench around him, as your legs begin to shake and your vision gets filled with sparkles. The sensation takes over you, your whole body and soul while Jisung guides you through it. With how much your walls are tightening around him, his own relief gets triggered too and hot seeds shoot into your cunt, filling you to the brim.

Jisung glides his now softening cock out of you, watching the mixture of cum trickle down your thighs.

“So, how about we take a quick shower and head back to my place? We can discuss everything with Minho there, if you like,” he suggests.

“Sounds good.”

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Saturday Afternoon Session

Conducting Gary E Stevenson

All Glory, Laud, and Honor

David A. Bednar

Be Still and Know that I Am God

Inner Spiritual Stillness of the Soul

Be Still = focusing on the Savior

Truth faith is focused in and on our Lord Jesus Christ

Spiritual stillness = the opposite of inner turmoil

A proper foundation ensures that the structure will remain sturdy and stable over time – requiring an attachment to bedrock.

We build the foundation – the Savior is the rock upon which we build

Faith is built upon the Savior

Sacred time and holy places are the same – focus your time and attention on God and His heavenly Plan

Sometimes being still means on the inside not the outside

Jesus is not the foundation He is the Rock upon which we build.

We may be perplexed by our trials and circumstances, but we will never be in despair.

The gospel doesn’t keep you from trials, but allows you to deal with them with the help of the Lord

Massimo De Feo

My physical sight is not good – what about my spiritual vision? Do I need any treatment there.

Can you see Christ spiritually, not physically? Or are you like the pharaseees?

We keep a clear spiritual vision when we focus on Jesus Christ and stay true to what we know to be true.

What we know to be true: Love God and love your neighbor as yourself. Don’t listen to the voices in the world that say that loving everyone isn’t reasonable/necessary/possible.

Declare your testimony in its entirety; don’t let anyone silence you

We keep a clear spiritual vision when we hear the voice of the Lord and allow Him to guide us.

Keeping a clear spiritual vision is about focusing my sight always on Jesus Christ

Jesus Christ is the answer for everyone

God Loved Us So He Sent His Son

Brent H Nielson

Witnesses of Christ

There has never been a better time to be a member of the church than today

335 operating and announced temples!!!

You should leave the bubble

The truth of God will go forth everywhere

You and I are witnesses

Gathering israel has both missionary work and family history work

We are armed with righteousness and with the power of God in great glory

Jose L Alonso

Where do you find peace?

If we put the Savior at the center of our lives, we can find peace

Feeding 5000 men – plus women and children (Matt 14:21). Jesus gave thanks to his father, he was grateful rather than complaining that was all they had. 

Solutions to our trials often don’t come from ourselves – but in God

“Imagine how much love he has for us if Christ was looking for peace and solitude, and he welcomed everyone to heal and help them”

When we encounter challenges, turn beyond them to Christ, and trust in his help

Even when looking for peace and solitude, Christ focused outside of Himself and welcomed everyone to heal and help them!

Adopting a Christ-centered perspective helps us turn trials into victories

Christ is a Healer, and we are ever-present in His mind and heart

Praise to the Lord the Almighty

Gerritt W Gong

194 years since the restoration of the gospel!

Things will work together for our good

Sometimes we just need to have someone there when we’re upset – and that someone can always be God

Trusting the Lord can include trusting Him with our suffering and anger and misery

When we work together for good, we minister as Jesus Christ would

Spiritual First Responders

Going from neighbors who bring cookies to trusted friends

What happened there and then can bless us here and now

Michael T. Nelson

We can be trustworthy, beloved leaders of youth like Helaman and the stripling warriors: build relationships with them, council them, support them

Parents have a primary responsibility for teaching their children

No one serves in the church alone

Heavenly Father wants us to reach out to others, including the youth

Help them learn who they really are through how you feel about them

Follow promptings, even though we’re not perfect, to build relationships of love and trust

No program can replace the influence of loving, covenant keeping adults

How Great the Wisdom and the Love

Quinten L Cook

My focus should be on the Savior and on the Saviors Atonement

We are all children of a loving Heavenly Father

The Savior is the Keeper of the Gate

And He is the one who also pleads in our behalf

Being one with Christ = loving and building community

Requirements for baptism are uniquely simple – repenting before God

D&C 25 basic doctrine of the restored Church

All are invited to partake of the Lords Goodness and all are alike unto God

None are forbidden

All accountable persons are required to atone for their sins

All have a choice – all have agency

Essential to the plan of salvation

All are able to use their agency and ACT

Exercise our moral agency to choose Christ and keep His commandments

2 Nephi 26:33

Both poor and rich have the same spiritual requirements

Many things occur of which we have little to no control

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.” - Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Without agency we could not learn, progress, or choose immortal life

We Will Sing of Zion

[godsofhumanity]

Athena: I am wise beyond my years, and never once punished someone unjustly.

Medusa: B*TCH, WHAT?!

Athena: ... I may have accidentally punished one person unjustly.

hee hee u didn't ask for this, but this feels like a relevant time for me to post my idea of the medusa myth.

so, i know people hate Ovid, but i like his version of events, and i do like the idea that Medusa and her sisters were mortals...

this may be influenced by external reading that i have now forgotten, but i have this idea that Medusa and her sisters were priestesses (? idk if that's the right term) but they served Athena in her temple, and so, wherever Medusa lived, there would have been an Athenian temple right there.

now, as your usual greek myth goes, i do think Medusa must have been very beautiful, and i think she unwittingly attracts the attention of Poseidon.

but i don't think Medusa ever intends to have some affair with an immortal god; she's just a mortal girl... so when Poseidon first appears to her, he appears like a beautiful, pure white stallion in the fields, or maybe on a beach.

and Medusa, innocent at heart, sees the horse and is just delighted by the sight of this handsome creature. she's surprised at how well kept the wild stallion is and how friendly it is. and then the horse kneels and it allows her to climb on its back.. and Medusa rides for a long time in the wind.. and it's fun. i mean, cmon on, horse riding is fun!

but then it starts to rain.. a little at first, and then a lot. it's heavy. and the stallion immediately gallops into the closest shelter available.

Medusa is so lost in her own world, so marvelled by the "humanity" of this horse that it saw the rain and carried her to shelter that she doesn't realise where the horse has carried her; just outside Athena's temple.

after some time, when Medusa has built this sense of trust and companionship with this horse, she puts her arms around its neck and suddenly she feels arms like that of a man returning her embrace.. the horse's fur now feels like skin and fabric that wasn't there before...

when she looks up, it's Poseidon in a mortal form, and she's absolutely flabbergasted at where this man came from... then she learns that it is Poseidon and what he's here for, and at first she's frightened; she looks around and realises that she's in Athena's temple-- she cannot be here with a man. but then Poseidon charms her and convinces her how blessed she is to have earned the affections of an immortal god- this, of course, isn't a novel concept.

Medusa is manipulated by Poseidon into laying with him inside Athena's temple. At first she refuses because she knows it would be wrong.. but Poseidon convinces her it will be alright; after all, he's a god too- and then Medusa thinks, "well, if he's the one who led me here, i couldn't get into trouble for obeying a god" and so the deed is done.

and Athena, naturally, gets enraged when she sees the sacrilege being committed in her own temple by her own mortal servant and immediately, in a flash of thunder, appears. Poseidon bolts from the scene and only Medusa is left to face the wrathful goddess.

when Athena questions her, Medusa attempts to explain herself; how could she, a mere mortal, refuse a god like Poseidon? he would have killed her and had his way with her no matter what she did...

i like the idea of a rigid Athena. i don't think Athena is too sympathetic to Medusa... i can imagine Athena saying, "it would have been better if you died than lived and desecrated my temple"... i know that's extremely cold, but Athena, to me, does have a cold character. and i do think she is unforgiving.. not totally unforgiving, but she has super high standards and she doesn't really make compromises for mortals.

however, when Athena sees the despair of Medusa, i like the idea of her softening her tone and then saying something like, "if you had only called my name, would i not have helped my servant?" i don't think it ever crosses Medusa's mind to ask for Athena to defend her because Poseidon makes Medusa believe that she's "blessed" and that this is the will of the gods so Medusa hasn't done anything wrong..

now, i think Athena gives Medusa a double-edged sword-- her transformation is meant to be simultaneously a gift and a curse.. Medusa's beauty is what attracted the trouble that made her sin, so Athena decides to take away Medusa's beauty by transfiguring her into something so hideous and monstrous that no one will look in her direction.. but, at the same time, the transformation also ensures that no man, mortal or immortal alike, will ever touch Medusa again because they'll turn to stone before they ever get anywhere.

in this way, i like the idea that Athena grants Medusa protection. she'll be alone and monstrous- that's her punishment. but she'll also be safe and possess the ability to protect herself in a way she couldn't before- that's her blessing.

i don't believe Medusa ever perceives Athena's curse to be a gift, but i think that Athena means it as gift. it's one of those cryptic messages from the divine to the mortal that never really gets understood.

many years later, i like the idea that Athena sends Perseus to slay Medusa to free her from her curse; therefore, Perseus' slaying of Medusa is meant as a mercy from Athena. but anyways, that's another myth on its own.

now, you might ask, "why did Poseidon do it in the first place?" idk. i've heard a version where Poseidon does it to get back at Athena after she wins patronage over Athens.. this would make sense to me. or maybe it really was just that Poseidon had the hots for Medusa. i like the idea that it was some combination of both.

[leomonae]

Right, so, since this ship is apparently just going to be a permanent, inescapable symbiote settling itself down inside my brain regardless of my feelings on the matter, I am just surrendering to inevitability and writing some of the post-game adventures and relationship negotiations of Astarion and my...

... illithid Tav.

It's fascinating, really, to contemplate how the ceremorphosis would affect Tav's personality and behaviour (not to mention their relationship with their god, as one who was/is a cleric, and what said god might think of all this and decide to do about their divine magic he grants), particularly when your Tav is someone whose base personality is very much at odds with a lot of what are widely considered to be racial traits, or at least predispositions, for illithid. And I get that a big part of what Larian was going for in the game was a critique of the idea that invariably evil races would exist at all, rather than people with choices and varying levels of temptation to do evil, who are shaped and influenced by their surrounding societies; a fair bit of BG3 was iterations upon the nature vs nurture debate, typically coming down fairly firmly on the side of nurture, really.

(There's also the explanation I 100% made up and am now going with, that Orpheus's extended protection allowed Tav's brain the time and the opportunity to form new connections and pathways, grow around and slowly influence the parasite right back, acting to sort of imprint a measure of their personality onto it so that by the time it finally took over and changed them, the change was rather less extreme than it otherwise might have been.)

But at the same time, this can't just be a choice without any teeth behind it; if Tav doesn't lose anything, their sacrifice becomes meaningless and the story itself... well, boring, really. Lose anything besides their soul, that is, which is now floating aimlessly around the Astral Sea or whatever (just waiting to be stuffed back into a recreated human Tav body by a Wish spell, thus leading to an incredibly confusing and angst-filled two Tavs situation down the line, but I digress).

Which means that I am now getting to have so much fun coming up with various ways a goody-two-shoes Tav who just lost a bunch of empathy and picked up a helping of sadism would express these traits, bearing in mind the fact that their vampire maybe-boyfriend is already rather freaked out and skittish regarding the entire situation, has a rather unpleasant history of controlling people in his life hurting him for fun, and is going to be having to deal with the constant looming background wariness of Tav someday deciding to turn him into their literal thrall, which he also gets to frequently be reminded of thanks to all the people on the outskirts of their lives who assume he most likely already is. All things of which Tav is fully aware, and carefully balancing because at core they really do want him to not just stick around, but to be doing so entirely willingly. And for him to be happy, more generally. They just also want to... play with him a little, too.

(As a sidenote, some of the D&D lore regarding how illithid relate to and view their thralls is quite interesting!)

I haven't gotten to explore a scenario this promising and constantly on the verge of total disaster (but with so so much capacity for trust and caring to win out over everything stacked against them, which of course it will because I'm a sucker for a good happy ending the characters had to work their asses off for) in years, it's beautiful. Tav just got an entire royal court full of githyanki going around referring to Astarion as their heart by answering with that when Orpheus asked what he was to them for title/identification purposes (i.e., Tav's companion, consort, etc etc), and the sheer embarrassment of being called that fifty times a day by glaring, disgruntled gith is absolutely killing him.

[beautifulsnake2162020]

Higher Intervention: Aemond x FemReader (House of the Dragon x Sandman fanfic) Part 9

Disclaimer: This is a fanwork to show appreciation for the intellectual properties used. I also haven’t read Fire and Blood and most if not all that I know is from the TV show.

Gif by merlinaddams

Premise: Alys Velaryon, older twin sister of Jace Velaryon is the only member among Rhaenyra’s children whom Aemond cannot completely hate. As their love story progresses, a newer and larger threat complicates things and reveals discoveries that neither the greens or the blacks had ever imagined.

AN: This is one of the chapters that I was looking forward to writing (because everything is starting to come together and revelations are going to be made). Like the last scene from Part 8 plenty scenes from this was the reason I was inspired to write this story.

If you wish to read the previous parts (which I recommend you do if you haven’t read them yet):

Part 1 / Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

Taglist (comment down below if you want to be included): @winxschester @memento-mora @mxrgodsstuff @thepowerstoner

Also tagging:

@lady-phasma @aemonds-war-crime @adderess @princeaemonds because some of their ideas of Aemond have undoubtedly influenced my work.

"You haven't done anything. You are not obligated to force yourself to feel anything for them." Aemond tells you as you carry a basket with all three sleeping dragons inside it laying on top of a few layers of napkins. There was no denying that as they still sleep waiting to be awakened by you that though their creation was not ideal, they were innocent and adorable.

"Why - why must this happen to us? Am I not allowed to be happy for once?"

"Don't - don't do this to yourself raqiarzy. I'm not losing you again. You heard the Storm God last night, Balerion is the only God who has survived the Doom of Valyria. That means even he can be destroyed."

You both enter the private dining hall, the same place where long ago the King made his attempt at trying to make peace with both sides of a divided family. The same night that Larys Strong drugged you and somehow placed you Criston Cole's bed.

Sensing your anxiety, Aemond puts a hand in the small of your back. Rubbing that spot until you had calmed down a bit as you relaxed your grip a little bit on the handle of the basket.

"Ready?" You nod, and he opens the door going in. The layout was generally the same with some tables added in. Corlys, Rhaenys, and Daeron now joined you, as well as some Hightower relatives that you had yet to be familiar with.

This time instead of Aegon it was your beloved Aemond sitting to your left as you sit across the King and Jace sits to your right with Baela to his own right.

However this wasn't a dinner gathering. You all had dinner before coming here.

This was a discussion on what happened last night and what to do about it.

First you explained your first discovery of your powers and abilities. But because it would have been more dangerous to admit it to anyone you tried to find the solution on your own and that in Dragonstone you found a prayer book to Balerion. How you have been praying to him ever since you were 16 and how it seemed your prayers just remained unanswered.

"When I first arrived here and once I've settled in I rushed to the library to see if there was anything that could help me control my powers over fire. It was getting frightening for me because of how unpredictable my control over it was. It was why I always went around with a napkin in my pocket because I don't know if the next time I sneezed sparks - which I guess was lightning now - would fly out and may injure someone. And as I found out about the God of the Heavens based on what literature we have on Saathi culture, that was when Ser Ion - Balerion...first introduced himself to me in his form. You all know how I was introduced to Ser Arari - I mean the Storm God...and Ser Kormy...the Red God."

"Have you prayed to the Red God?"

"Only a few prayers my Queen. But I thought they just went unanswered just like my prayers to Balerion. I didn't know who else to turn to and all of you were busy plotting against each other. Possessing dragons to be used against each other was dangerous enough, what more someone who has abilities over controlling the energy in blood, but who lacks control over her fire and lightning abilities?"

"Then why did you confide these things to my nephew and not to us?"

"She confided in me after I promised not to reveal it to anyone. And had we continued fighting I have no plans on her getting involved since it is because of her gifts that my father is still with us now."

"Alys...did you know of their feelings for you?"

"Only Ser Kor-the Red God's admiration for me. He has had that since we first met but I didn't return them and I turned him down as gently as I could. For the other two, Ser Arari just nodded when I rejected him and silently turned around despite me saying that we could still be friends. And Ser Ion ... Balerion was really upset but I tried to explain that he's an important friend by being one of my confidants here in court. I - I don't know what else to tell them mother."

"And now the realm is at risk once again. All three of them have offered to make you a Goddess."

"With all due respect Lord Hightower, I don't desire any of them. I don't even desire being a Goddess. What scares me is the power they have over things that can hurt us and this realm."

"In hindsight perhaps had we noticed earlier perhaps we could have been of more help to you. I'm sorry for this granddaughter and son."

"But let me ask - just so we're clear. Who would you choose if you didn't have anything to fear?"

Everyone anticipates the answer.

"I would still choose Aemond my Queen. It had always been Aemond. "

The Queen sighs in relief.

"Are you satisfied mother?"

"I am."

"Now." Daemon begins as he stares at the basket.

"What do we do about your nameday dragons from your suitors?"

"Father they're just babies! I haven't given them the command to wake up and start living." You couldn't help but put an arm around the basket to bring it closer to you. Almost like a mother putting a hand on her womb.

"I agree, Daemon they are harmless."

"For now."

"It seems your Step-father has not observed that your three new dragons are literally made for you."

"And it seems the hand here has not observed that these are not just ordinary dragons that has been given to my daughter."

"Otto, Daemon, please!" The King says as he ends the on going infighting between the hand.

"Am I to understand Alys, that they remain asleep and has only been sleeping?" Lord Corlys asks finally joining in the discussion.

"Yes, it seems that way grandfather. It seems they don't need food or anything more, and they don't appear to be growing. But it's just been one day so far."

"What are you getting at Corlys?"

"Your grace I believe that as long as they remain asleep, her nameday dragons are harmless. There are more pressing concerns that we should prepare for like the Storm God's ice dragons. An entire species of dragons that no dragonrider here has any experience with." An ominous tension arrives in the room. He had a point, while all dragonriders here have experience with fire breathing dragons, last night was the first confirmation that ice dragons were real and allegedly could be giant.

After all one of your baby dragons was an ice dragon. Unlike ordinary snow or ice, this divine ice did not melt away.

"We'll need to begin gathering everything we can about Ice dragons."

"We'll also have to choose carefully whom we get such information from." Princess Rhaenys added.

"What has the Storm God shared with you Alys?" She asks, or rather she orders you to say it but it was veiled through a question.

"The Saathi and Loreth have mages that specialize in lightning and ice magic. He hasn't told me about the ice dragons but he has shared that it is because of these mages that the Saathi were able to thrive in such harsh environments without much access to animals that provide fur, unlike the wildlings beyond the wall or our Northmen here."

"Speaking of Northmen I propose we also invite Lord Cregan Stark in this discussion." Jace says, speaking for the first time that night.

"Your drinking buddy?" Aegon asks in disbelief.

"He's the leader of the house which leads the North. If anyone knows how to deal with harsh winter environments, it's going to be him. If we get him involved, plenty of the northern houses will follow."

"We will also need to start recruiting magic users as well." Rhaena joins in.

"Especially the ones who have experience dealing with each of her Divine suitors."

"Tsch and you think mere mortal mages could protect us from their wrath once Alys rejects them?" Daemon brings up a good point. That was also one of your fears, the repurcussions to either the realm or to everyone else. If it was just you then you believe you could endure it. But knowing the stories involving the wrath of Gods...

"It's better than nothing father."

"Have you not heard the Storm God's offer to your sister last night? He offered her the sky. How are we going to hide anything from there?"

Sky.

"Do you see the sky?" You hear a familiar voice say in your mind as everyone else begins discussing and arguing.

Your instincts were trying to tell you something.

"Alys?" You hear Aemond call back to you.

"Alys? Are you still with us?" Your mother asks gently but firmly.

"I - I think I need to see something in the window for awhile. I don't know why my instincts are telling me this. Excuse me." You hear them continue their discussion while feeling Aemond's gaze on you. You turn and nod to him, and after your assurance he joins back in the discussion.

Once you reach the window and gaze at the dark star filled sky you take a breath.

Focus.

Allow the memory to flow through you.

Soon it didn't take long.

Like where you were now, you were gazing at the dark star filled sky.

"Do you see the sky?"

"Yes daddy it's so beautiful!" You were a little girl and you felt him carry you with ease in his arm.

"Would you like to add more stars?"

"Yes daddy! Oh and can you make them into an elephant? Or or a dog?" You hear him chuckle as warmth and familiarity now flood your heart and being.

"There is already a dog and elephant Jessamy."

"Huh? But I couldn't see it!"

"Here, imagine the dots being connected." He uses his pointer finger from his free hand to draw imaginary lines connecting the stars to each other.

"Hmm I'm trying."

"Oh beloved just make a clearer picture." You hear her now very familiar voice.

"Mommy! Mommy can you sing the star song again?" You feel yourself ask as his arms carry you back to a very familiar woman.

"Twinkle twinkle little-"

"No mommy. The other one." She laughs a very familiar laugh as she joins you two gazing out the window. As he brings out a black pouch in your periphery.

🎵"Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And everything you do Yeah, they were all yellow"🎵

She puts you on her lap as she makes you face him and the window showing the night sky.

🎵"I came along I wrote a song for you And all the things you do And it was called Yellow"🎵

🎵"So then I took my turn Oh, what a thing to have done And it was all yellow"🎵

You remember watching him in amazement as he turns the sand into stardust.

🎵"Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And you know, you know I love you so You know I love you so"🎵

🎵"I swam across I jumped across for you Oh, what a thing to do 'Cause you were all yellow"🎵

🎵"I drew a line I drew a line for you Oh, what a thing to do And it was all yellow"🎵

Like the artist he was he begins painting a clearer picture in the star filled sky. In your waking life you were taught that it's the Universe who made the stars. But here in the Dreaming, anything was possible.

🎵"And your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And you know, for you, I'd bleed myself dry For you, I'd bleed myself dry"🎵

You could see it now. The Elephant and the dog made up of stars in the sky.

🎵"It's true Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine"🎵

In the Waking world, the stars didn't move as fast. But here in the dreaming your father was able to make them move. And make the Elephant and the dog play together like in your favorite cartoons.

🎵"Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And all the things that you do"🎵

"Do you see them now Jessamy?" He asks you with a happy expression on his face. It's in one of these moments that you could also see the stars in eyes.

"Yes daddy. I love you so much!"

"Don't you love me too?"

"Yes mommy, I love you just as much as I love daddy. I'm half of both of you!"

You feel the memory end as you hear their laughter fade away.

And you feel yourself cry.

They were watching and guiding you all this time.

You were never alone. All you had to do was to dream.

No, you need to hold back your tears, you can't let your mortal family and your beloved be worried again.

"Your grace, the Holy women have arrived."

"Send them in."

You hear their footsteps as you finally remember your name.

You take your time to compose yourself. Making sure that the tears you've shed did not leave any stains and that your heart calmed down.

"There are a few questions we would like to ask you three."

It was then that you turned towards them.

Now you know why they seemed so familiar.

"The Three who are one."

Everyone turns to you puzzled.

Everyone except the Holy women.

"You just remembered who you are haven't you?" Reyna - the mother figure inquires with a knowing look.

"Alys, what is she talking about?" The King asks.

"We will let her explain before we answer any questions." Agnes - the crone says with authority. No one dared question her order. You go back and stand in between your family and the Holy women.

"This is going to sound crazy."

"Alys, three Gods proposed to you yesterday. How can it get any crazier than that." Aegon says as he takes another drink of his wine.

Aemond gives a brief glare at him then he goes to you.

"Whatever it is I'll be here."

"We are dealing with very unusual circumstances and we will need to know as much as we can." Corlys says as encouragingly as he could while also leaving no room for evading it.

And so right then and there you tell them about your dreams. Your dreams and your memories that have been returning back to you ever since your powers came to you.

"So what you're saying is you're a Goddess?" Luce asks as he struggles to comprehend what you are.

"She's more than that. She is an Endless. The personification of the forces of nature." Kara - the maiden clarifies.

"Gods and Goddesses are a mortal concept. They need beliefs to stay alive, your sister doesn't need anyone to worship her."

"After all she is the very life force of the Universe." The mother adds.

"Reborn in this lifetime in a mortal shell." The crone quickly says as the three of them now turn to you.

"Just to be sure"

"Do you"

"Remember your name?"

You nod before straightening your back.

"Vitality, Vitality of the Endless."

Suddenly the entire place changed. That's not the unusual part for you. By now you were more used to it than when you began.

What was unusual was all of your family to also join you.

"What is this? Where have you taken us?"

"Don't panic."

"This is her memory."

"One that you should all witness."

And there you were in all your Endless glory.

Pure energy, and yet very much human.

Or at least human like.

You were standing on front of Balerion, and behind him was one of his blood experiments.

The very reason why you are here.

"Don't bother hiding it from me Balerion. I already saw it. And long before then I had already sensed it." He smirks as he turns to face you.

"You are not going to do anything to me."

"You have used the very gift I gave you to violate my own laws!" He doesn't bother looking guilty.

"Why is it that when a mortal does it, it's called an experiment. But when I do it you're treating it as if I'm breaking the very laws of nature."

"Because you are. There is a reason why the dead must remain dead. The vitality in them has begun it's cycle of returning to the environment. By doing this you are breaking that flow and cycle."

"Then why is it that in your home dimension - as you call it - there is a being named Jesus Christ whose main appeal is that he has resurrected after being dead for three days!"

"Jesus Christ had Divine vitality before he died. That's why he didn't break the laws of vitality when he came back to life. I've told you before Balerion that if you want to deal with resurrection you can only do so by giving Divine vitality either long before a mortal dies or on the brink of their death. You can no longer give life to what are now bones of various creatures that are mixed together no matter how much blood and fire you use."

"Then what are you going to do? I'm not like all your other offenders. I am a God, and if you want to punish me you will have to punish my followers and worshippers too."

"That's not necessarily the case and you know it. I shall take back the gift of fire and energy that I have given you long before -"

"Glaesēt! Wait" Queen Meraxes puts herself on front of you. In your periphery you could see how your family becomes curious as to who she is.

"Meraxes, please move. Your son has broken my laws, I came as quickly as I could when Syrax called me through her sigil of the crossroads."

"Glaesēt please spare him. Let me take care of it. He shall be punished under Valyrian customs, please - please don't punish him under the laws of the Endless." You feel your heart breaking as you watch this from retrospect.

She was one of your best friends.

And she was doing her job - protecting her family.

"Please Glaesēt, for the sake of our love and friendship, spare him. Vhagar will personally make sure that he suffers the consequences of breaking your laws. Please - please don't destroy my son." You feel the tears that you tried to hold back. You remember this part a little too well.

"There will be consequences whether it is by my hand or not. At least if he were punished by my hand it would only be him who shall suffer."

"Glaesēt, please, he is the first immortal who has broken your laws. We Gods have to hold ourselves to a higher standard. If someone needs to be punished then punish me! His own mother! Punish me for allowing this to happen." You shake your head at her as you retort.

"You didn't know this was happening Meraxes, I won't let you suffer the consequences of his actions."

"Glaesēt, please let him suffer according to the hands of Destiny, your own grandfather."

You take a moment of consideration.

Looking back now you really shouldn't have hesitated.

"Please don't kill him Glaesēt. I will more than allow Destiny's design to be the one to punish him for his blood experiments."

"And what if Destiny puts me in that position? Will you stop me then from punishing him like how you are doing now?"

"If Destiny's design will put you in such position, then I shall not interfere."

And with a flash you all are back in the dining room.

All except the Holy women.

The three who are one.

Fortunately everyone decided to retire. Probably to digest what was discussed and revealed.

That night you were too exhausted to actively dream. But you also once again give and respond the mysterious cries for help that has been calling you. Now that you had remember most of who you are, you realize that these cries for help had been asking for your help by needing any life force you can give. This happened almost daily and it actually helped prevent you from being overpowered.

Which was why you awaken in shock and surprise as your handmaidens were pressing themselves in the corners of the room.

"Vereena? Kayla? What's going on?"

"We don't know my lady!" Vereena says as she embraces the basket where your sleeping dragons lay. She tries calming herself by focusing on the sleeping dragons. You couldn't blame her, they were adorable as they were just sleeping. And even the most reluctant person might be tempted to pet them.

"We were just preparing to help you dress when we heard noises coming from your dragon eggs boxes!"

You slowly go to the boxes where there were indeed noises. As you go closer you began to hear what seems like...children talking?

"It's still so dark!"

"OUCH! You're stepping on my tail!"

"Oh sorry!"

"Maybe I should just go back to sleep."

"Let me climb on your back, maybe I can open this thing."

"It's still too high. SOMEONE HELP!"

Deciding to take a chance you open the boxes and are met with the surprise of your life.

Six new baby dragons.

Who can talk.

They were all smaller than the average dragon hatchling.

But they can talk.

First in the box of four dragon eggs that Aemond had leant you long ago. Or maybe he had secretly intended of actually making them actual engagement gifts for you.

One dragon had a short neck compared to the proportion of its torso. It was white in an almost translucent way with black speckles all over.

Then there was a dragon in vibrant kastra colors with a notably long tail. It's scale's shifting color depending on the angle you see it. From blue to green then back to blue. It had white spikes on its dorsal area.

Beside it was a red dragon also with spikes not just on its dorsal area but also on its head just behind what would be the ear area. This time the spikes were black and on its sides and on the outline on its black wings was gold. Speaking of wings this dragon seemed to have the largest wings out of everyone in its box.

Last but not the least from this box was a black dragon with silver patterns in various spots on its body. Compared to its siblings it was the largest in the group of little ones. Another notable thing was that its tail was whiplike.

Next in the box containing the dragon egg that you were given and that you had kept. Was a hatchling whose colors were white and gold with red spikes and horns on its head. Notably the horns were small - or maybe small for now - and it was almost arranged like a tiny crown on its head.

And finally from Rhaena's box was a golden dragon with a light violet underbelly. It was smaller than all the others. Almost delicately snakelike.

"Hello?"

"Oh it's the voice!"

"The one that helped us?"

"Yes, she's the one who helped us hatch."

"Muña!"

"Mama!"

"Mommy!"

"Oh wait a moment dears. Kayla can you please find another basket?"

"Yes my lady." She says as she rushes out in a hurry. Vereena has settled on the farthest part of the couch still craddling the basket containing the three sleeping dragons.

"Now, who told you that I was your mother?"

"The person with a hood and the book." Replied the black and silver little dragon.

"And then when we began going into a very nice place, there's a lady with wavy black hair that says you are our mama because you gave us energy and strength to hatch!" Says the white and gold dragon from your dragon egg.

So your mother and grandfather Destiny were the ones who told them. You don't understand the logic now, but given recent events you knew better than to question it.

"Oh Issa! They said that we were mōrqitta and our souls came from you." Says the Red dragon with black wings with gold highlights.

"I see."

"My lady, here's the basket. And his Highness is just outside your door with your parents, and the Queen." Kayla says as she gives you the larger basket.

"Wait what are they doing outside?"

"Um, they might have heard Vereena and I shriek earlier and might have thought that you were in danger."

"We're sorry my lady."

"It's fine girls. Prepare my dress for the day. Byki zaldrīzoti, I'll be putting you inside this basket and we'll be having some visitors once I'm ready to meet them alright?"

"Issa!" "Issa muña!"

You then gather your new dragon children and very gently place them inside. You were thankful that you didn't have an attire that required formality with more layers and you could be decent with just a few.

"Alys? Alys are you fine?" Your mother asks knocking on the door.

"We heard your ladies shriek earlier."

"I'm decent now mother. You may come in, we just had a surprise this morning."

They come inside and as expected were puzzled and shocked by seeing six very awake and very new dragons.

"Before you say anything, I am just as startled as all of you. And the three sleeping dragons are over here." You say as Vereena shows them the three sleeping dragons on the basket she has been holding.

"They hatched?"

"Issa and it took SO long." The translucent white dragon with black speckling says.

You were mildly amused by their expressions when they hear this.

"You can talk little one?" Your mother asks as she goes closer.

"Issa, why does everyone keep asking that?"

"Maybe it's because you bit my tail!"

"I thought it was an egg shell!"

"Zaldrizoti." You say with a firm tone, trying to imitate either of your mothers whenever you and your siblings would be squabbling.

Fortunately that did the trick as the white and black dragon and the kastra dragon settled down.

"Vaoreznuni muña." "Sorry mama"

"Mama?" Aemond asks you with an amused expression. You couldn't help but roll your eyes a little bit.

"I have no idea how I did it. But somehow ever since I awoke from my fiery rest I've been hearing some voices calling for help and since I had plenty of excess energy, I sent it to them almost everyday. And today they hatched."

"The hooded man with the book said that you were feeding us vitality. I don't know what that is but it felt really good." The tiny gold and delicate dragon said as she looks at the Queen in curiosity.

"What's that on your head?" The gold dragon asks her.

"Oh this?" The Queen asks as she points to the crown she was wearing.

"Are those your horns?"

Oh no.

Of all the people that had to be asked, it was the Queen and your future mother-in-law.

And of course your father was chuckling.

"You know, I'm beginning to like my dragon grandchildren."

"I'm so sorry your grace -"

"It's fine Alys, they are just children. It's not horns, it's called a crown."

"My lady the morning meal is ready. Your Grace, your Highness, Princess, Prince."

"Thank you Kayla."

"Alys I'll carry the basket with my talkative grandchildren. Why don't you carry the one with the ones still sleeping."

"Take care of them mother."

"What's talkative?"

You let them go ahead while you and Aemond take your time. You carried the basket with the divinely sleeping dragons gently rocking them.

"How are you my love? Now that you know my otherworldly nature. And that's only a day after I find out that three Gods want to marry me."

"If you think that's supposed to scare me, then it's failing. And learning of your other nature - at first I thought I would be overwhelmed, but I'm not. It explains why you've had the foresight to know that our infighting would lead to nowhere."

"Given how my current abilities are only a fraction of my actual power without my mortal shell, I'm quite relieved at how unphased you are." He leads you down a dark corner where you two share a deep kiss.

"I'm not going to lie." He says as he begins kissing the side of your lips giving you a moment to breathe.

"I'm looking forward to making love with someone who is practically a powerful immortal."

"You were about to say Goddess weren't you?" You tease as you pull him back for one last deep kiss. Teasing him even more as you decide to suck the tip of his tongue with yours.

"Mmm, careful now the children are sleeping." He says before sucking on your bottom lip.

"I just wanted to show my affection. Sadly you can't visit me now that I have curious little ones in my room."

"We don't have to do anything scandalous. If I visit and exchange a few kisses here and there while bonding with my future children, they might as well get used to it."

He leads you back in the public path.

"Something still doesn't make sense to me. Why do they think offering me immortality would make me choose them? I return back to my Endless self at the moment I die. Why offer me something that I already have?"

"They must not know. They believe that you are just a mortal with extraordinary power."

"Assuming that they don't know - why go after me? There are plenty of other mortals who also have powers. What about me that would make a God desire-"

Then your eyes light up.

Oh of course.

"Realized something?"

"Let's just say you and the rest of my family might be seeing more of my Endless family a little sooner than you might expect. I think I know who is behind this."

"How soon?"

"Possibly tonight - or however soon I can put the little ones to sleep. I don't want them anywhere near in case something should happen."

"Why not put Vereena and Kayla in charge? They're your handmaidens and I think the byki zaldrizoti would work their charm on them, they love children."

"Hmm true."

Later that night, after putting Vereena and Kayla in charge of taking care of all baby dragons - both talking and sleeping - all of you, except the King who had to rest, head to the courtyard. You initially wanted to do it on your own but they all insisted. Aemond you could understand, but your siblings, Daeron and Aegon? That was a surprise.

You return to the very place that you used to train with your divine suitors in both fire and lightning. It's hard to believe that now those are just memories.

"I don't know what will happen but just be ready for possible combat."

"What are you going to do?" You light up a fire that had sparks of lightning flowing through it in your hand.

"I'll be talking to a relative of mine your Grace. Someone whom I suspect has been behind this all along."

You turn around them and clear your mind.

Using the energy from your source you wave your hand from left to right then right to left slightly below it.

And your gallery emerges from the energy you used to summon it. One set of picture frames containing various floating sigils of your parents and the first generation of the Endless was on top. The other set slightly below held the sigils of your four siblings.

"Wha-what is -?"

"These are the sigils of all the members of the Endless. Except for mine since this is my gallery." You turn to them to give one final reminder.

"When in doubt please follow my lead alright?" After confirming that they've all understood. Lingering longer with Aemond to tell him without words that if anything should happen he's in charge. His expression confirms this and you now begin the part you've been dreading.

One final breath before you reach for the heart shaped sigil.

"Desire, it is I your niece, Vitality. I stand in my gallery as I hold your sigil. I have a few questions for you."

A large fire grows covering the space of the picture frame.

And then Desire's smirking face appears through the flames.

"My oh my how are you my dear sweet niece? Considering that you're calling me this way, it could only mean you got your memories back. Congratulations are in order."

"Thank you - but that is not why I'm calling you."

"Then allow me to open up a portal so that we can talk here in my chambers."

"No, I learned my lesson last time I went there unprepared."

"Then I shall go where you are."

"That's not ne-"

"Now." They speak behind you startling you. Here was the personification of Desire, attractive to all by their very nature. The fact that they were here in the same space with you and your family made this situation more dangerous.

"Well well look at my handy work. Not too much, not too little, just the perfect midpoint to make plenty...desire over you."

"So you did this to me?"

"Oh don't worry you were already beautiful. With Life incarnate as your mother I'm not surprised. I just made sure that you were irresistable to your three divine suitors." You were uneasy, Desire was not normally this forthcoming.

"Why?" At this, they chuckled sinisterly.

"Why? It's simple really. They thought they were immune to my powers. My powers of passion and urges, and impulses. Hahaha and they thought that they would never fall for a mortal. And now thanks to you, my point to them is about to be made."

"About to? They have all proposed to me when I have already told them that I don't desire any of them."

"Exactly." Their chuckle becoming more and more sinister.

"They all thought they were immune, and they are now about to be rejected by the very person they all want."

"And then I come in." You turn around to see a large woman placing a hook on her cheek.

"Despair."

"I'm excited to see you reject them Vitality. And my powers shall come over them and their followers, wanting to tear you apart for making their Gods serve you and not them."

"You - you two. You have made me both Helen and Paris! No matter what choice I make there's war?! When I've already done Destiny's task of preventing the infighting from escalating?!"

"Oh but sweet niece, you have already made your choice haven't you." Desire turns you to face Aemond who was quietly analyzing the situation.

"I can feel his urge to protect you from me, even though he could never harm me. And your feelings for each other match up so well. It would be a shame if I were to make any changes."

"Enough Desire." You hear a voice that you'd never thought you would hear.

"Why if it isn't Life, my big brother Dream's beautiful anomaly. Have you finally tired of my brother?" Your other mother, Life incarnate emerges from the shadows in all her Endless glory.

"Despair, release them from your existential and paralyzing dread. Desire, release my daughter. You both got what you wanted now go."

"But I still want more."

"You'll get more in the war."

"And what if I want it now."

"Then you will also have to deal with me." You hear the Sandman - your father's voice surround the courtyard. His normally enticing dreamlike voice now held the danger of one of his nightmares.

"Scared to show yourself brother?"

"No."

And then a gust of sand covered the room. But your eyes were strangely - or not so strangely- covered from the worst of it.

You find yourself transported back into the bedroom. All your dragons were asleep and your handmaidens have already left.

You feel drowsy, but you weren't afraid anymore.

After all your father just saved you.

You allow yourself to be brought into sleep.

Strange.

This felt like a memory.

But it wasn't yours.

You were in a dark and firey place.

Your father enters the room and the large imposing winged figure turns to him and shows of control over the central fire.

"Hello Dream."

"Greetings to you Lucifer Morningstar. And to you Mazikeen of the Lilim."

A figure revealing it's half-faced deformity turns to him.

"Greetings Dream Lord."

Now you know which memory of his is this.

He had just freed himself from imprisonment and went on a journey to recover his three items of authority that was stolen from him. This was why he descended to Hell. He had recovered his pouch of sand, and is now going to recover his helm. He had to engage in a duel with Lucifer Morningstar.

"As the challenged, I set the meter and take the first move." Lucifer says now dressed for battle.

"Very well." Your father says with confidence. Similarly dressed for the duel.

"Make your move." While you have heard of him tell this story to you and your siblings, you couldn't help but get excited to see how it went.

"I am...a dire wolf. Prey - stalking, lethal prowler." Lucifer says at ease.

Momentarily the image of a dire wolf emerging from the darkness was shown in your mind.

"I am a hunter. Horse - mounted, wolf - stabbing."

An image of a hunter using his arrow shooting at the wolf.

Then showing Lucifer being stabbed on the chest.

Your father waits, preparing himself as Lucifer straightens back up. Face filled with contempt.

"I am a serpent. Horse-biting, poisoned toothed."

You were now less interested in the images that momentarily popped up showing the action. You were now more concerned as your father showed signs of being visibly poisoned.

"I am a bird of prey. Snake - devouring, talons - ripping."

And on Lucifer's cheek now lay talon scratchmarks across their cheek.

"I am a butcher bacterium. Warm-life destroying."

Your father falls down as his flesh was being devoured by bacteria. You wish you could help him but then you recalled that this was a memory.

"I am a world. Space - floating, life - nurturing."

"I am a nova. All - exploding, planet cremating."

Your father was burned. You were scared for him and wonder how he could return and fight back."

"I am a universe. All things encompassing, all life embracing."

Similar to one of your own memories of the Universe the image shown into your mind gave you a sense of wonder at the universe existing at all.

"I am anti-life. The beast of judgment the dark at the end of everything."

You were submerged in darkness as you suddenly feel overwhelmed with the sensations you were experiencing. You feel paralyzed in place.

"What will you be then, Dream Lord?"

A raven goes by your father's side. Matthew, one of your old baby - sitters in your lifetime as Jessamy Rizmon. He was helping and encouraging him as Lucifer taunts him.

"What can survive the anti - life?"

Your father looks at Lucifer and a realization comes to him after Matthew's encouragement.

"I am..." He stands up and looks at Lucifer.

"Hope." The room brightens and he returns to his normal self.

"Hope?" Lucifer repeats in dread.

"Well, Lightbringer? It's your move. What is it that kills hope?"

Lucifer relents and orders that your father's helm be returned to him. To get back at him Lucifer taunts him one last time.

"What power have dreams have in Hell?"

Your father smirks.

"...But to say that dreams have no power in Hell? Tell me Lucifer Morningstar, what power would Hell have if those who were imprisoned were not able to dream of Heaven?"

And then you awaken.

And you discover that it was a shared dream.

"After we were covered in sand I found myself back in my chambers." Aemond tells you as he escorts you to the dining room.

"The Dream Lord in my dreams duelling a being called Lucifer Morningstar in Hell. He's your father, isn't he."

"Yes, he is. I'm surprised that this was a shared dream, he normally doesn't do this."

Apparently he did this to everyone with whom he covered with sand to protect them against Desire and Despair. Despair was getting sneakier with her powers. She avoided touching you so you didn't notice that nearly everyone was gripped in despair. You only noticed when your Immortal mother ordered her to stop.

"Well, that solves the mystery of Priestess Kara's words." Your mother, the Princess Rhaenyra, says over the morning meal.

"It actually explains a lot of things." The Queen says as she breaks her bread and helps the King with his meal.

"Alys, you have a very powerful father! Now I want to meet him."

"Then after this meal you can go back to sleep Daeron. That's practically his domain."

"If you want I could tell that to Morpheus directly." Everyone pauses as they hear a voice. Seemingly from nowhere until a raven flies directly on front of you.

"Good morning Matthew."

"Good morning Vitality. Or do you want me to call you Alys? I just figured since you know, you now remember maybe it would be okay to finally call you that."

"It's fine, but maybe save 'Vitality' for when we are in private."

"A talking bird? It's real?" Jace asks trying to wake himself up.

"Technically I'm a dream. And my pronouns are he - him."

"You don't need to say that here Matthew."

"I just wanted to be sure. Oh hey you must be Aemond, Vitality's boyfriend right?"

You wanted to die of embarassment right then and there. Aemond turns to you amused and teasing.

"Boyfriend?"

"It's a term from a very long time from now. Matthew please use era appropriate terms. Aemond and I are already engaged now."

"Oh my bad. Let me try again. You must be Vitality's lover."

You face becomes hot as you could hear your beloved smirking as he chuckle.

"Yes, that would be me."

"On second thought Matthew, go ahead and just use boyfriend. Wait - why are you here?"

"Oh yeah yeah, your parents told me, to tell you to stop delaying the inevitable and tell your God suitors that you don't want any of them. They can't threaten or make themselves known to them until you do. Strike while the iron is hot so that they may finally be more present during the war preparations. Take advantage of them not really knowing you. That's all, now I'm going to go on my smoke break."

"Thank you Matthew. And smoking is bad for your health!"

"I was just joking! I'm not going to smoke, I'm going to vape." He says as he flies off.

"Do I want to know?" Aemond asks teasingly.

"You're better off not knowing."

But they were right, the sooner you could end this the better.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is one of my shorter chapters but I hope it was still good for all of you.

1.) Yellow is made by coldplay and the cover that I was thinking off while writing was by Kinna Grannis;

2.) The baby dragons were fun to write. Expect them to slowly make more appearances (and to finally have names);

3.) The Sandman characters are finally making their proper appearances (I have been waiting for them for awhile now);

4.) As a preview for next chapter - imagine the Driftmark scene wherein alliances become divided. Do you have that in your mind? Yes? Okay now imagine this time instead of the Targaryens, its more of a Godly, and Endless version (I think it's obvious who Desire, Despair, and Dream and my OC Life Incarnate, would choose.)

[eileensmelancholy]

i want to believe in something.

i want to believe in something like the christians do. i want to be faithful to something, trust it won't disappoint or hurt me.

i want to trust and believe in something so greatly that just the sound of words move me. not acts or demonstrations, just words. i want the vibrations of reading scriptures and verses to sound ever so sweetly to my ears.

people who believe and worship a God seem to have this designated sense of purpose like they know exactly why they're here and what they need to do. everything is already preplanned for them. i want to feel this sense of security. i want to feel like i know everything is going to be okay, that this beautiful Spirit has everything taken care of. they will take care of you.

i want to be taken care of. i want to feel like i know everything will work itself out because i pray.

my grandmother used to read me bible stories as a child and even then, i never felt secure. i always sat and pondered, wondering who came up with this. who was the author of this book, of these rules? like c'mon! this dude is trying to tell me how to live my life and i can't even see him? please, even then as a child i knew these stories were bullshit. now don't get me wrong, i longed for the comfort of these stories, but it never found me. i saw how this book, this extremely important piece of everyone around me, affected my family and friends at church. i saw how touching and moving it was for them. i saw the influence this person, this God had on them. they were caught in a chokehold.

it was easter sunday and i was 9 years-old. everyone was getting ready, but i sat on the couch waiting for the "get in the car." there was a documentary on the cable, obviously neither my dad or stepmom knew it was on because there's no way in hell they would've let me continue to watch it. it was this man, talking, and the background was of a tomb and obvious signs of the dry desert. they were explaining how Jesus was dead, despite people arguing and shouting he's not dead! it even showed them carrying out "Jesus' body" from inside the tomb. i now know this documentary was most likely a hoax and is not true. or at least the body was fake. 9 year-old me, however, felt relieved. relieved that i was not the only one who didn't get it, didn't believe. i hate saying i don't believe, but i would be lying to myself and everyone else.

we went to church that day and i could not stop talking about it. i didn't realize it then, but i was challenging everyone on their faith. i was asking them the hardest questions about how it's not possible to die and come back to life, how i watched them pull his body out of the tomb this morning. i even had the guts and went as far as to write it on the chalkboard during sunday school. they kicked me out. the teacher told me i couldn't write that and i wouldn't be allowed back in class if i wrote another cruel or insensitive comment again. i vividly remember her saying to me "one day, you'll find God."

i was 9 years-old. i turned 21 on the 10th of september. it has been 12 years since my sunday school teacher said that to me and guess what, i still haven't found God!

i haven't found God in a man, certainly not in a woman either if i haven't found God in a man. i'm bound to greater chances in finding God in a woman. i haven't found God in the most beautiful places, where the trees dance elaborate dances with the wind singing and orchestrating them. not even as i watch the most ethereal waves hug the sand covered ground, their love so passionate they demand to be touched. i haven't found God in even the happiest, most stable moments of my life.

i can't see Him. i'm blind to his presence, but everyone else doesn't seem to be so what the fuck am i missing? what is everyone else seeing that i can't? my family, so awe-struck in love with God and his scriptures. my environment, filled with awe-stricken humans who are madly in love with God.

what does everyone know that i don't? what can everyone feel that i can't feel? why am i amongst the blind? i don't really care about the man, and i can't even bring myself to want to believe, so why do i long for this so badly? why do i long for comfort that is not promised, that is made up?

we stopped going to church shortly after that easter sunday. not because of my strong opinions, we just stopped. did my dad stop believing? did my family stop believing? this made my suspicions solidify. God wasn't there.

i am a Godless woman living amongst God drunken people.

[honeyhotteoks]

Hello! This is a bit of a late response considering I read the 3 new chapters on the day you released them but I’ve been super busy and wanted to fully compliment them rather than respond in a rushed manner. I was actually on a college residential trip in Germany but dropped everything to read the new chapters, I was so excited and it did not disappoint! So here comes my stupidly long list of thoughts that no one asked for but I’m giving to you anyway because I am hyper fixated on this fanfic-

As a Hwa bias, chapter 10 was cruel, but in the best way possible. The way their alpha x alpha relationship is similar to that of wlw or mlm one in real life is so painful but such a smart metaphor. My situation is in fact very similar to his, being queer but financially dependant on my parents, so this definitely hit home. I hope the best for our Sanhwa but I love the subtle representation this dynamic is providing for us. The fact that neither of them let Wooyoung in on it because they want to protect him from the truth, are you trying to break my heart?! I can’t wait to see what you’ve got in store for them in future chapters. Mingi admitting fault is my favourite thing ever. I hate the trope of the main love interest being as close to perfection as one can be, Yungi having flaws humanises them so much and adds a whole lot of depth to their characters, making the story itself so much more interesting. But I’m also so happy that we are back into Yungi x Y/n fluffy era.

Chapter 11 was the prefect breath of air between 2 very angsty chapters. I literally love Wooyoungs character so much and getting to see him happy made me feel all giddy inside. Also love that Yeosang and Jongho are more included in this chapter. I hope we get to see Woosangs relationship develop more in future, they're such as cool side couple and deserve the best. The way Minseoks character slowly became more prevalent created great foreshadowing to the threat he would become, it’s paced so well and is such an enjoyable sense of anticipation.

And chapter 12. Oh chapter 12. Alike to chapter 10, I like the way that it represents trauma while being in a fictional and fantasy context. It gives the opportunity of being able to empathise with such an experience as it acts for a metaphor of traumatising experiences many of us have have in real life without directly describing it. And my god is it described well. I feel so much rage towards this fictional character, its not even funny. Once again Wooyo and Y/ns omega friendship that non of the others will ever be able to understand is so heart-warming and the way that Yungi and Woosanhwa put their differences aside when the person they love most was in danger. But also…wdym Hwa was sat with his head in his bloody hands?! I need to know! I didn’t even stop to think about the guys perspective because I was so invested in how Y/n perceived it but that teaser you dropped has made me so hungry for it. It’ll add weight to this climatic portion of the plot and so much depth to characters as were able to see how such an awful situation will influence their rational.

Once again Chai you have blown me away and allowed me to enjoy reading in a way I never believed I could. I’ll continue rereading these amazing chapters until the next update. Much love,

- 👻 anon

oh my goodness thank you SO much for this comment. i've read it a couple of times now, and i just really appreciate that chapter ten resonated with you. it took a while to figure out that dynamic with san and hwa, but i'm really happy with how it came together.

i hope you also enjoy the chapter 12 from the boys perspective release.... your comment on seonghwa's bloodied hands..... all is revealed and i really hope you enjoy that too!!

thank you as always!

[fankid-central]

AUgust Day 2: Immortals

Written for the AU-gust Challenge by @augustwritingchallenge! Prompts here

An Employer takes a decision. It has unforeseen consequences.

"...So that's what you think."

The Maker stared at the creature in front of them. The Employer stared back.

"I see."

"...So will you help me?" The Employer sounded determined.

"You must understand that, if I do, you will have to pay a great price."

"I know. I am ready for it."

"You will have to take a different form."

"Yes. It is another reason why I'm asking for your help." He sighed, and added: "You created them. Make me like them."

"I will. But, you must understand, you cannot die. If you do... or if for, whatever reason, you were at risk of it..."

The Employer raised an non existent eyebrow.

"I cannot change your true nature. It will still exist, deep inside you. It won't be perceived by them, do not worry. But, given the circumstances explained, it can be exposed."

"I see. I will be careful."

"...This is a great change. And it may change you in ways that you are not expecting."

"...It is what it is."

"You are committed to it."

The Employer sighed again.

"You have seen, too, the way the Auditor has been behaving. I cannot allow that to continue. And..." He inhaled. "He won't listen. No matter what I say or do. And no one else is worried. They don't see it. They don't... understand." He sounded tired. "It's because of him. For his influence. For what he thinks. But he's intent of blaming that mortal."

"I am aware of that."

"And you are aware, too, of what his obsession will bring."

"Unfortunately."

The Employer shook his head.

"None of us can stop the coming of the madness up ahead. But it will not last forever, either. Or, at least, I hope I can bring an end to it with time. And..." He exhaled. "I cannot do it. Not... in this form."

"But you can as a mortal?"

"Yes. Or... at least help in some way."

"...I understand."

The Maker looked at the Employer, feeling sad for him. The path up ahead of him would be difficult. And... he would lose everything he'd know so far. But... he was right, too. And, like the god he was, he loved Nevada, the place he had taken care of for so long.

The Maker knew it was time.

"I will help."

The Employer nodded.

"I am ready."

And so, Ghoul was no more god.

============

"...That was interesting decision that you took."

Doc felt the definitely judgmental gaze of The Maker.

"What other option there was? He's the only one that can stop the Auditor and his acolytes."

"And that was the only reason for his revival?"

Doc was now judging the Maker back.

"What are you implying?"

"I am saying that becoming a mortal has changed you a great deal. As you were expecting, of course."

"Correct. But I do retain my intelligence and judgment, I believe."

"I agree. I am simply trying to understand your motivations."

"And I already told you what they were. I do not see why I must be interrogated further."

"..."

The Maker and Doc stared at each other.

"...I see." The God finally said.

Doc relaxed.

"I will simply add, I did not mean to imply your judgment had been clouded."

Doc raised an eyebrow.

"Then what were you saying?"

"I was just... curious about your... relationship with that individual."

"Ah."

Doc felt grateful for his mask hiding his now blushing face.

"Well. Ahem. That's private matters."

"I see."

"...I can tell you that I am more attached to him than other mortals, yes."

"...I see. Good for you."

This was a conversation that Doc definitely did not want to be having.

"...Anyway. I have more work to do. If you excuse me."

Doc left the strange, floating place, waving his goodbyes to an recently arrived Gambler.

"...Hm."

"Is something of your concern, Maker?" The Gambler said.

"Not of "concern", exactly. But I am curious of the effects of mortality on gods."

"As frequently, I do not know what you're talking about."

"Ah. Nothing is wrong, not immediately, at least."

"...That doesn't sound reassuring. Or does. I don't know."

"Let's say there might be something I will have to consider."

"Something I will, do, or have been concerned about?"

"...Correct."

"Understood."

And with that, they both nodded at each other, contemplating.

=========

"Why didn't you tell me!?"

Doc stared furiously at The Maker. They stared back, unmoving.

"You knew it. I know that you did. But you didn't tell me. Why?"

"Is that truly the only thing you want to know?"

"Of course not!" Doc moved around, angrily waving his hands. "This changes everything, and you know it!"

"Does it?"

"Of course it does!" Doc shouted, trembling in anger. "You know in how much danger they are almost daily! All this time, and they- I- could have been exposed! We're lucky it happened when the cameras had been burned! If not, the Auditor would've been trying to kill me already!"

"I think you are misjudging things."

"AM I!?"

"Please." The Maker out their hands in front of them. "This yelling is unnecessary."

"IT'S NOT! MY KIDS- MY LITTLE CHILDREN- THEY'RE EMPLOYERS!" Doc screamed the last word at the top of his lungs. The Maker felt thankful this place was securely hidden away from the Machine, as the once god yell felt strong enough to be heard from all Nevada.

"And I don't even know how! They're not even- I'm not- I'm not even their biological father! How is this even possible? How- Why-"

The Maker raised a hand. Doc looked at them furious.

"...I understand this upset you."

"You think!?"

"But I do not- I did not- Meant any harm by not telling you of this."

"You might have not." He scoffed. "But you still did."

"I know. I apologize."

"It's not enough. My kids- What am I even supposed to do now?" He passed a hand through his hair. "Not even Sam will understand why they cannot risk anything from now on, and JD-" He let a bitter laugh. "...There has never been a way to stop them. How am I supposed to-" Tears started coming out of his eyes. "I don't know what to do. I don't- I don't know anymore."

"...I'm sorry." The Maker looked genuinely remorseful. "I did not think it would affect you like this. But it did. And so- I am sorry."

"That-That doesn't-"

"Fix it. I know."

Doc passed a hand through his face.

"...I just... What am I supposed to do now?"

"...While that's an important conversation to have, is that truly the first one you want to have?"

"...No. I guess not."

"Alright."

Doc inhaled and exhaled a few times.

"How... did it happen?"

"I am not quite sure myself. I can only approximate an idea."

"Which is?"

"As you know, your nature is unchanged. And so, so is the connection that you forge with individuals."

"...The bond. The bond that connects us all. You are saying that, because my part of the bond is still godly..."

"So it became the one from those you consider your descendants, yes. It altered their nature as well."

"..."

Doc closed his eyes. He had suspected it, but... Getting the confirmation from them that he had changed his kids was almost too much.

"...What is your next question."

Doc sighed.

"Why... didn't you tell me?"

"I... could not be sure."

Doc stared at him, skeptical.

"I know what you think. But what you did was unprecedented. There was no telling of how it would affect them."

"But you knew it could change them."

"...Yes. Once again, I apologize for not sharing that. I... believed it better for you not to be worried of could-bes."

"That's not a decision for you to make."

The Maker shook their head.

"You are forgetting that, for the nature of what am I and what I know, I cannot share it all with you. As you cannot, or could not, share you own knowledge with mortals. They are not equipped to understand it."

"..."

Doc knew they were right. It... felt strange, to him, to remember his past, and to realize once more how much mortality and the life he built for himself had changed him.

"...You're right. But...I would like to know things that can affect my family. At least... that."

"I can tell you that much, yes."

"...Thank you."

"So. What is your next inquiry?"

Doc thought about it.

"...How is this going to affect them, going forward?"

"You all managed to figure out a way to transform them back to their grunt forms, yes?"

"Yes. But..." Doc gestured tired. "...How are they going to grow up? How..." He shook his head. "Us Employers are created by The Machine as we are. We came to this world equipped with the knowledge to do what we were made for. There has never been... anything like my kids."

"That is correct. And... I'm afraid that your knowledge of this particular subject is, truth be told, greater than mine."

Doc stared.

"So you don't know what will happen to them?"

"As far as I can see, their growth should not be impacted. Their bodies are normal."

"I know that, too. I already did a check up on them, when they transformed back."

"...Yes. And I am afraid that is the only thing I know."

Doc sighed.

"So we're in the dark, then."

"I'm afraid so."

Doc passed a hand through his hair.

"...Alright. For the sake of the next question, let's assume we are correct in thinking that they will grown normally."

"Alright."

"...What do... we do now? If they're exposed, we will face severe consequences."

"I'm afraid so."

"So... what? What am I... we... supposed to do now?"

"...You said that you could not convince them to be more careful."

Doc snorted.

"You had a hand in their creation. You know as well as I do there's nothing I can do or say to make them stop into getting into trouble. Sam has more sense, but they want to kept their little sibling safe, and they're also just a kid. And JD..." He rolled his eyes. "I think even Hank might be less ready to jump into action than them." He shrugged. "I can explain a bit to them, the dangers posed by their exposure. I know Sam is more interested into learning about this all. But... I do not believe it will actually do much."

"...I see."

They both stayed silent for a moment.

"...So. What now?"

"...I am afraid I do not know either."

Doc stared.

"You seriously have no idea?"

"You know as well as I do that here, in the madness, things are not as they were once."

"I'm aware."

"Improbable things are a daily occurrence now. And... I do not know anymore what will happen to anyone. Not even I."

"..."

Doc inhaled and exhaled once more. Then, he took a decision.

"So we do what we've been doing so far. We keep working, Hank keeps training them... And we prepare for the possibility of a reveal."

"...Yes. That is, I suppose, the only true option."

Doc nodded.

"Will you be ready, then? If you have to face them, again?"

Doc closed his eyes for a moment, but then nodded again.

"Yes. Things have changed, for me. ...I changed, too. I am not the same I was back then. And if I have to face the Auditor again as how I was... Then, this time, I know I won't be alone."

The Maker seemed pleased.

"Good. Then I will be ready, too, for what the Machine will do when it finds out I changed its creation."

Doc smiled.

"It's not gonna be happy."

The Maker smiled back.

"Not at all. But we will be prepared."

"That's a promise."

[vinceleemiller]

Great Battles Won in Silence | 1 Samuel 26:9-11

Will you take the silent advantage or do what is right?

Welcome to the Daily Devo. I am Vince Miller.

This week, Saul is on the hunt for David, determined to capture and kill him. David hears he is camped on the hill beyond him, so he and Abishai go on a reconisence mission. They sneak into the center of camp, where Saul and his commander are dead asleep, and Abishai suggests pinning Saul to the ground with his spear. Then here is how David responds in verses 9-11:

But David said to Abishai, “Do not destroy him, for who can put out his hand against the Lord's anointed and be guiltless?” And David said, “As the Lord lives, the Lord will strike him, or his day will come to die, or he will go down into battle and perish. The Lord forbid that I should put out my hand against the Lord's anointed. But take now the spear that is at his head and the jar of water, and let us go.” — 1 Samuel 26:9-11

How do you respond when faced with an opportunity that would give you a silent advantage? Are you spiritually centered or privately selfish?

At this point, we know David is tired of Saul's games. It has been years of going around in circles with this man. God has presently given him the upper hand by allowing him to sneak into the center of camp. He is standing at the head of the Commander and the King. He could easily take matters into his own hands and selfishly take advantage. Even Abishai sees the advantage. This is like that moment when you are in line at the grocery store, and the cashier hands you too much money in return. Do you choose to be silently selfish and take the advantage, or do you do what is spiritually right and righteous?

Yet David's situation is not simply a matter of incorrect counting by a counter cashier. The man sleeping on the ground before him has acted unfairly and unrighteously for years. Saul has broken promises, divided him from his friends, taken his wife, driven his family into exile, and tried to kill him numerous times. Still, David stands over him and makes a just judgment even when persuaded and presented with the opportunity.

David fought many battles. However, it is these battles that capture my attention most in his story. David fights valiantly with the enemy that lies within his own heart—the silent and persuasive battle with his own selfishness.

How are you fighting these battles today? When given the opportunity for an unfair advantage do you take it?

Financial Gain: Benefiting from overpayments or errors.

Workplace Politics: Taking credit for others's work or insider information.

Relationships: Exploiting trust or vulnerabilities.

Competitions: Cheating to gain a win.

Academics: Using unauthorized help or copying.

Reputation: Exaggerating achievements.

Business: Cutting ethical corners or withholding information.

Leadership: Using authority for personal benefit.

Job Searching: Misrepresenting qualifications.

Social Influence: Slandering to gain a status.

Legal Loopholes: Avoiding consequences through technicalities.

Consider this list and examine your response when opportunities arise to gain these silent advantages. Remember some of the greatest battles you will ever fight are fought in silence with the sin and selfishness that lie within your own heart. Isn’t it time to fight the silent battles and let God claim the victory?

#IntegrityInAction, #UnseenBattles, #GodGetsTheGlory

Ask This:

When faced with silent opportunities for personal gain, do you pause to consider what choice honors God most?

How do you respond when integrity challenges you to act righteously, even if no one else will ever know?

Do This:

Fight the battle with yourself!

Pray This:

Lord, help me to choose integrity over personal gain, even when no one is watching. Strengthen my heart to fight the silent battles that honor You alone. Amen.

Play This:

Great Are You, Lord.

Check out this episode!

[catdemontraphouse]

Bill cipher discord server mutual I am so sorry u are going to regret allowing me to participate😔😔 I’m not rly any good at writing prose lol

I have a fic in progress, it’s called “Nightmare Realm Blunt Rotation.” Yeah. It’s your classic “nobody could fix Bill so they pawn him off on Mabel” but it’s a contemporary tale set 12 years after the original show. None of the chapters are done yet lol so I just picked out random shit from some of them to share😖

Bits from the chapter where Mabel, after having been handed custody of Bill during a heated negotiations session with the Axolotl, has now recruited him to host live sales for the Mystery Shack gift shop and he eats rocks on Instagram for views

Stan’s jaw dropped, and he couldn’t maintain his inside voice anymore. “What the fuck? Mabel!”

“Just ignore it. This is my life now.”

Stan scowled at her blasé response. “You’re just letting him do whatever he wants now?! Mabel, he’s gonna use that setup to recruit freaks for his cult!”

“No, no. It’s chill. I’ve got him doing live sales on Instagram.”

As if on cue, the devil put away his cosmetics and pressed a few buttons on the phone, resuming his work. “Ok, I’m back. Remember buy two get one half off on the spheres….no, no we don’t offer that.” There was another pause as he furrowed his brow at the comments. “Honestly, Catharine Bianchi, I’m going to send a puma to tear your flesh. How many times do I gotta repeat myself? I don’t care if your an influencer, this is a business.” Another pause, this time the beast brought a gloved hand to his face in frustration. “Your entire life is a joke and you’ll never find love! Ok banned. Sorry my beautiful people.” He picked up a pyrite sphere from the table. “Very fine mineral specimen here, it’s 35. Who’s takin it?… Marlene you still here?”

Upon witnessing this spectacle, Stan made Mabel an offer. “Want me to punch him to death again?”

“No, that’s ok.”

Bits from the chapter where The Pines find out Bill has a keen sense of smell and Stan wants to use it to make money by selling shitty non FDA approved perfumes (spoilers everyone gets a rash from it, total disaster idk maybe someone will drink it and die):

“I could tell it’s him because of the smell.”

Mabel looked perplexed and slightly disgusted, so he felt the need to explain.

“See, because my kind can’t typically see so good, we’re usually blessed with a keen sense of smell to help make up for it.”

“Ohhh! Is your sense of smell like a dog, then?”

“No, maybe like… a dog with nose blindness. I can’t smell as good as most Euclideans, but I can at least smell better than a human. Y’know, it’s one of my fun genetic defects.”

“Sooo, what do I smell like?” Mabel asked eagerly.

“Ah. Kid, you’re not gonna like it.”

“I smell bad?!”

“No, not bad. It’s a nice smell. Makes me feel welcome.” He frowned. “Ya smell like human B.O. and fruit.”

“What?!” Mabel cried, as she started frantically sniffing herself. “Dude I just bathed!”

“No, no, no. All humans have some smelly human smell. That’s like, you’re base smell. As a species. It’s not just you. It’s the undertones that are unique.”

“Oh thank god!”

“And then also whatever stuff you come into contact with affects that smell too. And other flesh monsters have different smelly smells, like deer smell isn’t the same as human smell, ya know?”

“I see. You really are like a dog!!” She patted his head affectionately.

“Ugh. Not quite but… sure fine, whatever.”

“So what does Ford smell like?” Mabel questioned enthusiastically.

“He smells like comfort. Well I mean, he smells like human B.O. and books mostly, but it’s a comforting smell.”

“Aw, that’s cute!”

“Sniffing is a form of greeting in my homeworld’s culture but it can also be a sign of affection.”

“You’re so dog-coded it’s crazy!”

Bill scowled. “I’m not a dog.”

“Yes you areee~!” Mabel cooed. “So what does Grunkle Stan smell like?”

“Horrible. Like loser.”

“Ok but like give me the notes. Pretend Grunkle Stan is a perfume.”

“Oh, honey, nobody would buy that.”

“Ok, ok I’m writing this down! ‘Stan… smell!’ Ok!” She looked up at Bill expectantly.

“Just put ‘ass’ in giant bubble letters,”

“Oh, come on! He’s gotta be more complex than that!”

——————-

Bill was sat on the sofa, nursing an unplugged candle warmer, when Stanley barged in.

“Hey, jackass, I have a business proposal for you-“ He paused, a look of disgust washing across his face. “Is that a candle?!”

Bill took another sip from the large container and nodded, smiling. “It’s pretty alright. Piña colada.”

“Huh. I do like piña coladas.” Stan grunted.

“So what’s the deal Stanley? Whaddoya want?”

“I was thinkin, after you sniffed all us the other night, you ought to put that snoz to good use!” Stan pulled a little paper perfume sample from his pocket and shoved it in Bill’s unimpressed face.

“You want me to help you pick a fragrance to conceal your stench?”

“No! I think we ought to get into the fragrance business together! Think about it, they sell this crap at the counter in the mall for hundreds of dollars! Hundreds!” Stan declared, having flashbacks to all the times he got jumped by the old ladies at the department store telling him there was a sale on cologne. Did he really smell that bad?

“Haw? I don’t really get excited about money like you do, Stanley. What’s in it for me? I’ve already got a steady gig going with Starburst.” The gig being half his paycheck was cheese, might I remind you.

“Uh… Ford could model for our ads! Yeah.”

Bill squinted his unnatural human eyes in suspicion and took another glug of melted candle. “Sorry pal, you’ll have to try harder than that.”

[veritable-trash]

The He-Man Chronicles

hahahahahahahah i'm staring at this gif very very normally thank you

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Words: 7.9K(hah i love him your honor)

Prompt this be a request babayyyyy:

[ GRADUAL ]  for receiver to slowly undress sender,  caressing and kissing every part of them they expose. 

[ APPROACH ]  our muses haven’t been intimate yet and receiver finally broaches the subject to sender.

Warning: 18+ it's smut, PiV, fingering, oral F and M receiving, Eddie talks a lot(yes that is a warning), drug use so like can be seen as under the influence non-con if you squint, let me know if i missed anything i am still new at this whole thing heh :)))

A/N: OK YALL THIS IS DIRECTLY FROM MY REQUESTS, a most beautiful anonymous individual dropped this off as a gift to me and my brain went WILD. I am very sorry to anon if this isn't the character you had in mind since it is my first time writing for him, but I just got like mad inspired so if you want me to write this prompt with a different character or if you didn't like my interpretation you go ahead and tell me and i will very much get on fixing that just please allow me this one sin 😌 it's been a minute since i've been this obsessed with an individual and eddie has just got me wrapped around his little fingers now doesn't he!!! me and eddie have kinda similar hair and both love weed and i think that's hot and i really wanted to get this done before the new episodes drop because i am TERRIFIED of what is to become of my baby. ya literally freaking out, obsessed, want to die, love him so so so so so so so much who am i. again giving this anon the biggest hugs and most aggressive forehead kisses literally ever because they gave me the inspiration to do this and be slutty and emotional on the MAIN! i LOVE them for allowing me this! so please enjoy send me all your eddie disgusting beautiful delicious thoughts and good luck to all my eddie girlies, tonight we ride 🤠

ok apologies i know this is already way too fucking long kill me with a butter knife but i have to point to @chaseadrian and @inklore who are doing GODS WORK with their eddie writing please i beg go read, it is so good ok sorry i'll shut up please enjoy!

also minimally edited i had to stop looking at it so forgive me please 🫠

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It always started like this.

Eddie brought the weed, you rolled the joints, and then cartoons for hours.

You and him were so simple, like a river flowing to sea, a course already predetermined and known that it was hard picturing life without him sometimes. 

You’d been rolling together side by side since 6th grade english where the two of you made your teacher cry and then spent all of detention, heads together, trying to come up with the greatest revenge plot of all time. She’d been a menace and you and Eddie had had enough of it. But the revenge never came to be and that didn’t really end up mattering. You’d found your best friend.

He was the confidant you’d always wanted. The person who never shied away from any conversation. Eddie wanted to talk and he wanted to listen and he just wanted to know every fucking thing about you. His eyes read you inside and out like a creased and worn out paperback, soft from how often those eyes have traversed those pages. You were soft on him.

Long story short, that was how vengeful 6th graders turned blood bonded confidants turned into the drug dealing freaks of Hawkins High. 

Somewhere along the way you both realized weed made shit a hell of a lot more fun, and a little extra pocket money never hurt. Like everything else between you two it had become your thing. You and Eddie had spent hours one fateful summer perfecting your joint rolling skills, or as Eddie would call it “doobie time” and the rest was history.

You’d never minded being labeled the freaks, never minded that the jocks were incessant about their hatred of you two, Hellfire, honestly anyone that wasn’t like them. Because Eddie was always right at your side ready to knock em down a few pegs and then erase any hurt with his goofy smile that made everything feel just a bit lighter.

Even though you didn’t get DnD and refused to play, he’d always made sure you felt some level of included. He’d nicknamed you Fae because you reminded him of some faerie princess he’d written into a campaign they’d been doing at the time and even gave you an honorary Hellfire t-shirt. The shirt had smelled like him and it had made you swoon but you refused to read into it any of the sweet gestures and delicious smelling shirts. That was just how Eddie was.

Eddie was your rock and you were his safe place to land and in so many ways it was hard for either of you to spend too much time apart. And so you had made a promise early in your friendship that Friday nights were claimed for the two of you. A ritual of sorts to let go of the bullshit of the week and just be. You and Eddie and joints and He-Man. 

“Honestly speaking, He-Man is my ideal man. I mean the bob, the bangs, the voice? It’s just a package deal that cannot be ignored.”

Eddie snorted beside you, his lips turning up as his heavy lidded eyes scan your face. He’d been doing that a lot lately. Just looking at you. 

His lips are wrapped around joint number 3? 4? And it’s hard not to zero in on his mouth, the softness and fullness of his lips sinking your mind somewhere warm and molten. You aren’t even sure what time it is anymore and your eyes are half open at best, but somehow the fog clouding the space behind your eyes clears just enough for Eddie to be the only thing visible. Your only real focus. 

“Honestly speaking Fae, no one asked if you thought He-Man was the ideal man, but the fact that you just willingly gave up that information is something more pertinent for us to discuss. Please tell me, what is it about the most powerful man in the universe that truly speaks to you?”

“Oh shut up. You’re all jokes and honestly most of them are awful, sorry to break the news.”

You shove at his shoulder and ever the drama queen, he falls back, sprawling out on the carpet, hands clutching at his heart. His curls fan out around him, twisting and curving, framing his head like a halo, and there’s that edge to his eyes, a sort of golden fire that has been coming to the surface more and more when you’re together. It’s a sharpness of something secret that you can’t seem to place.  

“Ah! You wound me! Sticks and stones and words all hurt me the same you know.”

“Eddie I swear to god you are a fucking nutcase sometimes.”

Your mind is swimming in the liquid brown of his eyes as he pears up at you from the floor. His laugh caresses your ears as smoke curls from his lips and he blinds you. He looks so soft, every part of him, his eyes, his hair, his t-shirt, seem gilded in a warm honey glow you’re fairly certain is due to the drugs curling around your synapses. But even if it is the weed, you’re still fairly certain curling up into his side would feel like drowning in warm, cottony sheets fresh out the dryer. It has your head spinning and hazy with feelings you haven’t yet defined in your head. Probably still too afraid to figure it out, but holy shit is he beautiful.

“Wait what did you say?” 

Oh fuck. Did you seriously just fucking say that out loud? 

Shit. This is exactly why you stick to two joints, max. As soon as you went past that your tongue gets heavy with all the words you’re always too anxious to say and proceeds to catapult every whim that flits across your brain out into the world for anyone and everyone to hear. 

And today, delightfully, it got to be Eddie.

“I was just- I just- Well what do you think I said?”

“Well this is a tough one, you know with you sitting so far away from me and all, but I believe I heard you say something about me being beautiful? Possibly? Maybe?”

He props himself up on his elbows and scoots closer to you eyes brimming with question and hope? It’s hard to tell with the smoke filling the air, your lungs, your brain, but you almost feel like of everything, hope is the clearest. His tongue peaks out to wet his bottom lip, his teeth just catching onto the pillowy flesh there, and you have to focus on intaking breath or you’re fairly certain you’d forget to breath all together with how he’s looking at you.

“Uh well yes I-uh ya I mean come on of course you’re beautiful I mean you have to know that! The cheerleaders that buy weed from us pretend that you’re a gross freak but I heard Kristina in calc talking about how she thinks you’ve got a lot going on down stairs and how she’d really really like to find out. You know, everyone loves a bad boy.”

“Do you?”

“Wait wha- what?”

“Do you like a bad boy?”

That gives you pause. He’s completely ignored the fact that Kristina Taylor wants to see his dick and that just didn’t really track in your brain. She was probably the hottest girl at Hawkins and all the guys in Hellfire wax very poetically, at length, about how nice her tits are on at least a daily basis. Except Eddie, but you’d chalked that up to his assumed “manners”, and that he was just being respectful and hiding his lust. 

And to make matters even more confusing his eyes are shifting, darkening to more of a chestnut brown with shades of need that you have a sneaking suspicion have zero to do with Kristina. Because he’s looking directly at you again, like he has been doing quite a lot these past few weeks, and it’s making you sweat. 

You can feel your pulse in your fingertips as they press harder into the ground as if you’re trying to steady yourself from this giant shift happening between you and Eddie in his bedroom.

With He-Man on in the background. 

It was all very discombobulating. 

“I mean well ya I guess so, but don’t flatter yourself E. I’ve seen you shoot milk out your nose honestly too many times to count and that concerns me. Who knows, it could be a health condition! Maybe you have the weirdest milk related illness of all time, really gonna beat all those losers who’re lactose intolerant. They’ve got nothing on you.”

Eddie stays quiet even as his lips twitch up again into a soft grin. If there’s one thing Eddie is a pro at it’s seeing straight through your bullshit diversions.

But he doesn’t call you out on it this time. He just pushes himself the rest of the way up scooting himself closer to where you’re sprawled out against the side of his bed. There’s a precision to his movements tinged with caution as if he’s afraid to spook you.

It’s then you realize how your shoulders have hitched up and your fingers are curled into the carpet. Knuckles white and bones groaning, you must look like a corned animal. 

He finally bridges the gap between you, his hand coming up, the joint still burning between his fingertips, smoke curling and twining around itself up towards the ceiling. Your fingers brush at the exchange and you see his chest twitch with a stuttered breath at the same time you hear your own catch. It feels fizzy and light as it skitters up your arm over your shoulder and down your spine. You have to restrain the shiver. 

Eddie looks no less affected. 

Your lips wrap around the filter of the joint and you inhale deep, needing something to distract from the headiness filling the air threatening to pull you under. It fails almost instantly. 

The smoke floating from between your lips seems to only pull Eddie in closer, his eyes dropping down to watch the smoke curl from between your lips up into your nose. His lips part and you can see how his chest expands on the inhale, as if he’s trying to suck the smoke swirling out of your lungs straight into his. 

You quickly inhale another puff and then pass it back to him, avoiding his touch at all costs and averting your eyes from his gaze that feels like its stripping you bare. Eddie’s rings glint in the low light of his bedroom as he taps the ash off the joint and stubs it out into the ashtray. His head turns back to look at you and he slowly slides himself to sit in front of your crossed legs, his frame now blocking out He-Man, the only distraction you had left. 

“Hey. Hey Fae what’s going on up there? I know this weeds strong but you’re leaving me. Where ya going?”

There’s a sort of stillness wrapping itself around your ankles and crawling up your calves. You can see it in his eyes, he wants you to ask, ask what this tension, this thickness filling the air is all about. And he wants to tell you, desperately, wants to break the dam and let everything spill out all over the floor so it’s finally not suffocating you both.  

If only you'd ask.

So you decide you will.

“E what’s going on here? I can’t with you looking at me like that. And don’t even ask me what that means because if I knew then I would tell you but I have no fucking clue and everything feels so confusing and fuck you weren’t kidding this weed is really, really strong.”

The words are tumbling, skittering, bursting from between your lips and it takes everything you have to suck in a breath and stop the word vomit from steering into territory that was much too scary to verbalize. Though it feels like it’s already sprinting in that direction, like a runaway train that has no chance of stopping, the only thing left to do is get ready for the carnage.   

You peak up at him from beneath your lashes and his eyes are open with an aching vulnerability as if he’s letting you look into his soul. As if he really, really wants you too dive into his eyes and see it all. 

His hand wraps around your ankle and the sear of his warm skin interwoven with the biting chill of his silver rings shoots up your leg and settles in your core, hot and torrid. You can barely breath, trying fruitlessly to hide your gasps for breath from Eddie’s ever watchful eyes.

The two of you haven’t been able to break eye contact and the temperature of the room starts to climb quickly like a kettle about to boil over. He drags your foot into his lap, his other hand curling around the juncture of your knee, squeezing just so and your sharp intake of breath sounds like a bomb in the hush of the room. His eyes flicker down to your mouth and they darken to a shade that has your stomach twisting itself into knots. 

God this is too much, he still hasn’t spoken and you think you might start melting into the carpet if he doesn’t do something fast. What that something is you’re not totally sure but you’d love to find out, and soon. 

“Fae, I ca- I’m about to say something really stupid but here goes nothing. I can’t keep pretending that I don’t want you. I just- Fuck do I want you and you’re my best friend but also the person I think about when my hand is wrapped around my dick, which sorry that's way too much information but honestly it’s just really hard to think around you sometimes when I want you in every way humanly possible and it feels like you’re always just out of reach.”

“But you also have to know, have to believe me when I say if you don’t feel the same, I will never bring this up again. Ever again. But I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. Not when you’re looking at me like that, and I can see how you’re out of breath just like me and it feels like you might be losing it just as bad.” 

Your vision seems to glaze over and then flicker back as he talks, the gravel and need in his tone setting off all of your synapses and sends you flying into a deep-rooted, aching lust. The feelings and want that have been simmering under layers and layers of fear and dismissal, now breaking through the cracks and fissures Eddie’s proclamations have unleashed upon all your safeguards. You feel like a volcano about to explode, like you’re this close from ripping yourself apart with everything building and building and building within you.  

He falls into you like his words are propelling him forward, the momentum shoving you both into a new chapter. His chest pushes up against the front of your leg, his chin hovering just above your knee, and you can feel his chest rising and falling through his soft cotton t-shirt, the heat of him seeping into your bare skin. His eyes are flitting across your features, eyes, nose, lips, chin, cheeks, and your face heats with his focus and attention. 

He’s so close you can almost count his eyelashes, see the the lines in his lips where they’ve gotten slightly chapped. One of his crossed legs stretches open to rest against yours, and now you’re caged in on both sides, his hand still gripping your knee, squeezing every so often so you don’t forget that he’s there.  

You feel like you might just lunge at him at any moment, like a rubber band stretched till it’s breaking point. One more word from him and you might just throw yourself off the cliff edge, you’re not totally sure if you’d even want to stop yourself. 

“I- well I guess I might be feeling the same way, and honestly speaking, I’ve been thinking about you too. Or whatever.”

The spell finally breaks and your eyes drop instantly to the hand wrapped around your knee, his eyes finally getting the better of you. You’d just said so much, it all feels too much, and yet you don’t want to stop, because for some reason it seems like everything might turn out the way your heart really, truly wants it to. 

But you’re absolutely fucking terrified nonetheless. 

Eddie stays silent, but he moves almost instantly, the hand around your ankle gliding up your calf before sliding around your neck, into your hair, and his thumb catches under your chin, lifting till you’re forced to look at him. 

It’s like sparklers are going off in your belly, chest, head, cunt. He’s looking at you as if he wants to inhale you like the smoke that’s been rolling around between you two all night. You feel consumed by him and this moment and the smirk crossed with a timid smile laced across his lips makes your heart squeeze with a want that’s starting to twist into something almost feral.  

“You know what I think is really crazy? The fact that you know I like you, and I know you like me, and even though all I can think about sometimes is kissing you, I still haven’t kissed you yet. That just seems like a real shame if you ask me.”

His voice has dropped into a gravelly rumble, though still lilting in the way that Eddie is always joking, always light. Always your Eddie. His eyes are one and the same, a darkening brown, yet twinkling with an excitement and want that sends goosebumps skittering across your flesh. 

He’s leaning in closer now, and his hand shifts, thumb stroking at your cheek as his fingers press into the skin behind your ear and further into your hair. You instinctively lean into his hand, skull pushing back against his fingers, wanting him to card them deeper into your hair and pull.

“E, please kiss me.”

“Dang, if you just gave me a second I was abou-“

Your lips touch down on his, cupping the plush of his lower lip, muffling the words leaving his tongue. You both freeze for a breath, until Eddie groans from somewhere deep in his chest and everything gets set ablaze.

His fingers card into your hair, pressing into your scalp, as his hand wraps around your knee and tugs your leg out to wrap around his hip. His body crowds into you, and your other leg naturally unfolds, winding around him till you have to shift up and into his lap.  

It all happens in what feels like a heart beat and now you’re sitting nose to nose with the boy of possibly your dreams, and he’s looking at you with such softness and such reverence that it leaves you spinning. 

Emotions are painted across his features and especially his eyes that are peering into yours, trying to read every one of your thoughts. And you want him to. You want him to see the yearning, the lust, the need. You would be willing to strip yourself bare for him and he for you. 

His hands squeeze at your waist, pinky fingers hooking under the seam of your shirt to press into your bare skin, and the touch swirls around your body, spreading through you until your hips can’t help but roll into his and—

Your eyes lock and you can feel him. Pressing up against the zipper of his jeans, into the cradle of your thighs, and even through the two layers of denim, you can fell him. It sends your thoughts tumbling down, down, down to the molten center of you that’s been burning and churning since you two light up that first joint. 

Eddie sucks in a breath, lips pressed shut, and a light whine cracks in the back of his throat as if it’s been torn out of him. His nose bumps into yours, his eyelashes fluttering against your cheek as his lips move to your jaw, down to your neck. 

A keen rises to the tip of your tongue as he licks at your pulse, thick and hot, teeth nipping softly in its wake. His hands are slowly starting to guide your hips, rocking you forward and back over the zipper of his jeans. Every pass over your clit leaves you whimpering out into the humid air and your fingers tangle in his hair, trying fruitlessly to ground yourself in the silky strands. 

His breath puffs out against your throat as he bumps his forehead into your jaw affectionately, and you can feel the press of his teeth as he smiles into your throat. 

“Fae, baby, I wa-want to see all of you, is that ok? Let me undress you, I want to make you feel so good. Please.”

He’s begging you, tone needy and gruff, as he nuzzles into your neck like some love sick puppy and you can’t feel, think, smell, taste, hear anything but him.  

“God, yes, please, please yes.”

Your lips latch onto each others again, a burning intensity singeing the edges of every torrid press of lips. The damn has finally broken and you’re both frantic to feel. An all consuming ache to be skin to skin, devouring you both.  

His hands slide around your thighs, settling down to cup your ass as he shifts up onto his knees, lifting you those final few inches to sit you up on his bed. The shift in angle leaves him gazing up at you if only for a breath, his eyes welling with reverence, as if praying before an altar. You can feel how hot you are between your legs and you wonder if he can feel it too. Feel how you’re burning up for him from the inside out. 

His lips draw back a breath, dancing over yours, just brushing past, only to pull away every time you desperately try to fall into him. A dizziness is filling your head, leaving you dazed, eyes glazing over with how he’s leaving you on a razors edge. Touching you, but not quite, every pass just shy of the touch you’re truly aching for. 

“Baby lift your arms for me ok? Let me see you.”

He ducks his head down as his fingers catch on the hem of your shirt, slowly dragging the fabric up the skin of your sides, yours ribs, fingers pressing in every so often, as though memorizing the flesh. His mouth follows shortly behind, imprinting the shape of his kisses onto the skin next to your belly button, over your ribs, onto your sternum, between your collarbones, your neck, and finally returning to your lips, your shirt disappearing somewhere far behind him though you seriously couldn’t care less. 

You stay there, tongues tangling and swirling around each other, a small moment of slowness breaking through the chaos. Your nails catch against the back of his shirt and he helps you pull it off of him, every movement syrupy and soft. It’s like you’re drowning in this little blink of time. 

His bare skin is a furnace under your touch, seeping warmth into your chest and heart, heating you slowly until all of a sudden you’re burning up for more. You whine onto his tongue as your fingers twist a little tighter into his hair, showing him you need more because you’ve definitely lost the ability to speak, words now a foreign concept.  

“Fuck, you need more ya? Is that what you want Fae? You want more?”

All you can manage is a few mhms as his lips suck hard at your throat, stinging, surely leaving a mark. But you want him to mark you, dripping at the thought of waking up tomorrow to small purple kisses littering your skin.

You grind your hips against his chest, seeking some sort of friction before you self combust. You’re gasping against his neck as he continues his assault on yours. The heat licking up your spine is driving you almost to madness, the pulse between your thighs incessant and all consuming an almost roar in your ears. You think he might be saying something, whispering it against your skin but your brain is too focused on everything else you can’t be sure. It’s like you’ve decided to ignore everything other than the need to feel him stretching you open, pressing you down onto his bed and letting you feel every inch of him. 

Eddie’s whines coats your lips and you finally notice that he’s moving too, hips grinding into the side of his bed trying desperately to find some kind of relief. Your nails claw at his back as you try and get him even closer, the steady rock of his body into yours lighting you up like a pyre.  

Your lips can barely touch, pants and gasps and moans breaking the contact with every breath, the slow roll of both of your hips pushing you both higher and higher towards something blisteringly white-hot. 

His fingers latch onto the button of your jean shorts, popping it open and pulling down the zipper, hands spreading out to wrap around your hips pawing at the fabric, trying desperately to rid you of the offending material. His lips settle against the valley between your tits and press, pushing you back till you’re sprawled out on the bed under him. You lift your hips and you both are finally able to wrestle the denim down your legs and off into the ether that is the rest of Eddie’s bedroom. 

You could be in Mordor right now and you would have no fucking clue.  

“You are so fucking beautiful, you know that? Like holy shit, are you beautiful.”

Eddie’s lips press into the swell of each of your tits, licking at the edge of your bra playfully.

“May I?” 

“You may.”

It shatters you in the best way that even though you both are about to fuck like there is no tomorrow, are finally going to act on feelings that have been growing for years, you’re still just two idiots. The grins and giggles you share so tender and yet so depraved. 

Your bra follows the exact same path as your shirt and pants, the ether consuming it or maybe it’s burning in Mount Doom. 

Eddie’s hands cup your breasts, thumbs just barely brushing over your nipples, and your stomach jolts. He settles your quivering muscles with a kiss just below your ribs and then he sucks your breasts into his mouth.

The heat of his wet tongue barrels through you, hips canting up against him, a groan crackling and breaking out of your chest. The blunt edges of his teeth dig into your flesh and you are definitely about to loose your mind. No doubt about it because he is driving you up the wall with every stroke of his tongue. 

“Eddie, fuck how does this feel so good? How are you so good at this? You have so much explaining to- fu-uck.”

Another drag of his teeth over your other nipple has you shutting up instantly. You don’t care how many people he’s fucked, who they are, where they are, fuck em because Eddie’s currently shredding you apart and it’s tortured bliss. 

His laugh is muffled as he sucks another mark onto your flesh, and the vibration of it ripples over your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake. He continues his assault, switching between tongue, lips and teeth, never letting you settle on one sensation for too long. Your cunt clenches around nothing, heightening your need to have him filling you, zeroing your brain in on the need to feel his cock in your hands, in your mouth, in your cunt. 

Your hands drop from the death grip you’ve had on his hair, and Eddie has the audacity to whine, sinking his teeth in just a tad bit harder in protest, but you can’t not feel him. You think you might die if you don’t wrap your hands around his cock this very instant.  

Eddie’s grunt of surprise is quickly followed by a long deep groan as your hands finally snake their way down to palm at his length through his jeans. His hips stutter as he rocks into your palm, finally letting you feel what will soon be splitting you in half. The flip in control is thrilling, and you squeeze him just a bit harder, drinking up the noises pouring from his lips. 

Your teeth drag down his throat in time with you undoing his jeans, and Eddie is frantic as he stands on shaky legs to kick them off, sending them once again into the volcano. 

He’s mesmerizing, hair falling around his face as he looks down at you, eyes a dark mahogany with how worked up he is for you, a shy smile gracing his beautiful features, but it’s hard to focus on anything other than the tent in his boxers and the spot of wetness darkening the navy cotton. He almost looks bashful but then he sees your tongue wet your bottom lip and how your hooded eyes are drinking in the sight of him and the nervousness dissipates. 

“Fae, you know you could take a picture, I heard it lasts longer.”

Your eyes snap up to his and he’s clearly joking but there’s a slight crease between his brow and you can tell he’s about two seconds away from snapping, nearly panting above you. 

“Eddie, if you wanted me to suck your dick all you had to do was ask.”

He groans, fingers and rings tangling into your hair as he angles your head up to look at him. His thumb presses into your bottom lip, forcing them to part and your tongue brushes against his skin. He stares straight into your eyes as your hands wrap around the waistband of his boxers and pull down, your eyes dropping to watch as he finally gets laid bare before you. 

You whine, it just can’t be helped because his cock is fucking fantastic. Never did you think you’d ever describe a mans cock as fantastic but here you were doing exactly that. He’s thick but not overwhelmingly so, just a little past the point of comfort, enough that you know you’ll feel him tomorrow and ache for him all over again. 

A bead of precum leaks from the tip and without a thought you lean down and lick it into your mouth. Eddie’s whole body twitches, rings biting into your scalp as he tries to keep his eyes open to watch you taste him for the first time.

He tastes fucking divine.

“Fuck, Fae you can’t just say shit like that jesus fucking christ you’re driving me insane.”

Whoops, guess the weed is still in effect leaving you loose lipped, or maybe it was just his cock. Honestly it could be either or. 

You don’t merit his words with a response, instead sliding down to the floor between his legs and licking up the underside of him, hand wrapping around the base. His hand falls to the mattress behind you, his strength giving out at feeling your lips wrapped snug around him and his cock jolts deeper into your throat causing you to gag and sputter. 

He pulls out quickly, apologies rushing out of him but you stop him as quickly as he pulls out, sucking him back between your lips and even deeper this time, letting him feel your throat struggle with the length of him. 

Curses punch out of his lungs as you work him over, drool pooling on your tongue as you take him into your mouth over and over and over again. You don’t know how long you’re down there for but it’s nowhere near long enough before he’s hooking his hands under your arms and throwing you back onto the bed. 

“Jesus, if you thought I had some fucking explaining to do I am going to need some answer real quick about where the fuck you learned how to do that. But god just look at you, so fucking pretty and all for me.”

The combination of his words and watching him drop to his knees between your spread thighs leaves you somehow nervous, your hands coming up to cover your eyes from his blistering stare. His eyes feel like they’re burning you, torching your skin with unbridled need.

You peak out at him from between your fingers and find him smiling at you, head leaning against the inside of your knee, his hair tickling your skin. It’s almost too intimate, the change between depravity and sweetness jarring and heart warming. You’re shy yet sure, even in these moments of such deep vulnerability where it feels like your heart is just out in the open for him to take or destroy, because you know he’s in the same boat, on the same page, heart live and beating on the table right next to yours. 

You watch each other for a second, some level of safety found in only seeing one another through the slits between your shaky fingers. Still enough hidden away to make it feel safe. His eyes dance with that same vibrancy that Eddie always has simmering just under the surface, but it feels so much better now that it’s pointed at you.

That you are the one making Eddie glow like this. 

A rumbling groan shakes itself out of Eddie as his eyes flutter down and land on your panties and the damp spot growing where they cover your entrance. You can feel how sopping wet you are, have been, and Eddie leans forward eyes zeroing in, his hands slowly tracking up your thighs. His mouth traces its way up your skin, incisors snagging every so often, until his mouth is just inches from your core. He presses his fingers into the meat of your thighs and pushes you open, exposing your clothed cunt to the cold air and his hot mouth.

You can feel it, your wetness catching the puffs of air escaping from between his lips. You can see your thighs twitching with the lightness of the sensation and Eddies eyes darken, flicking up to catch you drinking in his every movement, every change of expression. 

He’s intoxicating to you. 

His tongue flicks out and traces you through the fabric, the touch muted yet somehow all consuming. Your hips jolt, hard, and Eddie barely avoids getting his jaw knocked. He preens a bit at seeing how worked up he’s gotten you, but graciously doesn’t leave you needy for long.

He dips back, his hands dragging your panties down your legs, finally laying you bare, and his breaths fan across your pussy, ghosting over the newly exposed skin. You swear you almost cum right there. 

Your eyes lock again and he finally licks into you. Deep and hot and so wet, it sounds almost too vulgar, an d yet shivers race up and down your spin sending your back arching up to the ceiling. He dives into you and holy fuck is it the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. 

His arms lock across your hips to keep you under him and then he eats your pussy with abandon. He’s humming and groaning into your fluttering cunt and ever vibration from his tongue makes you see stars and feel like fireworks are bursting under your skin. You can feel your orgasm building itself up brick by molten brick in the pit of your stomach and it’s hard to hold still, to keep quiet when you feel as though you might explode into a million tiny little pieces. 

You sound pathetic, moans breathy and more so just pitiful gasps for air. His tongue pushes at your entrance, and you keen as your thighs flex around his ears. There are only stars behind your lids and you grapple at his curls to try and keep yourself grounded in some reality as you careen out into god knows fucking where.

The mix of licking and sucking and flicking and swirling has you dizzy and so undone that you almost don’t notice his finger pressing into you until the stretch and the iciness of his rings sucks the breath out of your lungs. You double over, shuddering and gushing at the push and stretch and million and one sensations hurtling across all of your senses, groaning out Eddie’s name desperately. 

“Oh fuck, yes, does that feel good? Fuck your pussy feels so good, so tight fuck, can I fuck you, please god can I-?”

“Jesus yes god yes, Eddie, please, please, please.”

The two of you are falling apart, tumbling head first into something earth shattering. Your eyes can barely stay open to watch him, eyes rolling back with every deep press of his fingers. 

He pumps his finger in deep, thumb catching to circle at your clit and you roll your hips up into his palm, shivering and stuttering with every movement. He’s towering over you, mouth parted, awe scrawled across his face as his tongue darts out every so often to skate over his lips, as though he can still taste you there as he watches himself finger fuck you. 

You whine far too loud when he pulls his finger out of you, your eyes snapping open, lips ready to beg him to fill you again, but his groan cuts you off and you watch, shell-shocked, as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, licking you off of his skin as his eyes roll back, your name a garbled whisper around his digits. Your hips grind against air, now absolutely unhinged with how much you’re aching for him. 

His fingers leave his mouth with a soft pop, and he stares you down as he drops his hand to push two fingers inside you, curling and pressing up into the soft heart of you. Every press hurtling a whine out of your lungs and you can feel how he’s working your over, building you up to some great peak you can’t see quite yet in the fog of lust. 

He keeps pushing and pushing and pushing till all of sudden the fog clears as though it’s been burned away by some ball of flame and you’re launched off the edge, a moment of hang time and confusion lasting for just a blink before you’re shaking and moaning and cursing up to the heavens. Your orgasm rams through you, blowing everything to dust and ash and Eddie has to practically wrestle you down onto the bed with how hard you buck in his hold. 

Your hips are stuttering on his fingers as he works you through wave after wave. You can’t seem to decide if it’s too much or not enough, hips jumping at every pass over your sensitive clit yet still coming back for just one more lick of pained-laced paradise. Your chest is heaving with exertion and you can feel Eddie’s lips pressing into the soft skin of your stomach, a whisper of your name pulling your eyes back down to his. 

His fingers twist around yours pulling your hand up to his lips for a soft, wet kiss. You drag both of your hands up to your mouth kissing over the spot he just touched and you can taste yourself on your skin. Your thighs are still shaking under his forearms but your heart rate final starts to slow as you gaze into his pretty eyes, your lips lifting into the softest of smiles.  

"You’re going soft on me Fae. Who would have guessed you’d get all love-sick puppy dog eyes on me, very out of character for my High Fae Princess of the Seven Realms.”

“Eddie you little piece of shit, I swear to god!"

You start to sit up, trying to pull your hand away to properly shove at him but Eddie’s quick and your body is still in post-orgasm haze. He snatches up your wrists and pins them above your head, crawling up tills his eyes line up with yours and you can’t ignore the Cheshire Cat grin plastered across his face. He’s acting like he’s somehow trapped you with his “wit” and “brute strength”, but you both know you didn’t really put up that much of a fight.

His eyes soften, milk chocolate swirls hypnotizing you, as he peers down at you like some precious memento. 

“So we’re doing this ya? I-I mean not just like the sex part, though that’s been fucking rad, but you know everything else?”

“E are you asking me to be your girlfriend right now? As we lie here, naked, you decide this is the perfect moment? You’ve really got some sense of timing there, I’ll give you that.”

Eddie scowls at you, his face flushing the most adorable shade of pink and you’re quick to put him out of his misery, stretching up to close those final few inches between your lips. The kiss is soft, adoration passed between your lips as you show him your answer. 

“Of course we’re doing this Eddie, I don’t think I could imagine life without you most days.”

His hand reaches over to his bedside table, lips moving to devour yours as he rummages through the drawer in search of a condom. You watch as he rips open the foil with his teeth and sheaths himself, and it’s almost embarrassing how fucking hot it all is. Your nails claw into his shoulders, even that little bit of space too much for you to bear.

He rocks into the bowl of your hips, the head of his cock passing over your clit leaving you both shivering into each other until he finally catches against your aching entrance and presses just the tip of him in, a whoosh of air leaving both of your lungs as you feel the heat of each other for the first time. 

“Baby I gotta be honest, I’m not gonna last I’m not even inside of you yet and I think I’m losing my fucking mind so I’m going to apologize in advance for busting way way way too quick. Please just, you know, take it as a compliment because you are hot as fuck.”

He’s rambling against your lips as he saws back and forth pressing just a tad deeper with every thrust. If your head wasn’t absolutely empty aside from the need to feel his cock splitting you, you would maybe even blush with how sweet the entirety of this situation is, but right now you need Eddie more than the air in your lungs.

“Jesus Eddie I don’t fucking care, I’m fucking losing my mind, please just fuck m-“

You choke out a garbled moan as he slides all the way into you, hips nestling together, his stomach brushing over yours. His jaw drops open and his lower teeth catch under your jaw as he gasps against your skin, choking out the filthiest whine you’ve ever heard. Your cunt spasms around him and the whine sharpens into a keen. 

He pulls back until just the head of him is still inside of you and his eyes drop to watch as he pushes back in, his arms almost buckling at the sight. Your foreheads press together as you watch him saw in and out, cock glinting in the smoky light of the room with how fucking wet you are. 

It all starts to build so quickly, the heat of his cock triggering something deep in your chest and your core. You can see the freight train in the distance and know there’s no way to stop it, just have to hope you can prepare yourself for impact.

He’s panting into your neck, whispering your name, how good you feel, whispering words your brain barely has the capacity to hear with how good he’s making you feel. His hips are already faltering with every push inside of you, cock already so sensitive from all of the building to this moment. Your body also can’t decide whether you’re too overworked, or if you need more friction to finish you. 

The latter seems to win out.

Even in his supposed stupor, Eddie somehow still puts you first. His hand finds its way back between your legs, and his thumb settles to press firm circles over your clit. Your legs start to shake even as your arms lock up around Eddie’s neck, too many sensations taking over and your body needing to cling to something for dear life. 

His lips find their way under your ear and as he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive skin you cum. 

Your body caves in on itself, muscles locking up around him from the pleasures he’s choking you with. You have no sense of time or sound or sight, no clue what sounds you might be making, what you must look like, everything burning away until all that’s left is wave after wave of shivering pleasure. 

“Holy fuck.”

That you do hear, Eddie’s lips still right below your ear, his teeth sinking in with the force of your orgasm. Your pussy clamps around him and he can barely move, can only feel your heartbeat against his cock. It’s like a sirens call to him and he’s fucking gone. The softness of your body and the tightness of your cunt breaking his last shreds of control. 

He follows right behind you, trembling hips rocking unsteadily into yours till it becomes just a bit too much. Your contractions of your cunt draining him till his visions sparkles with white dots of light. 

The bed bounces as he drops partially on you and partially on the bed, trying to not squish you while still remaining as close as physically possible. His nose skims along your throat and you sigh, deep and loud, making sure he can hear you, can hear how happy you are.

“Mmmm that good, huh?”

“You know, I don’t think it was too bad.”

His hand squeezes at your waist and you’re reminded for probably the thousandth time that night how fucking pretty he is. How you can practically taste the sweetness of his heart in the air. He’s looking at you like you’ve always dreamed someone would, and it’s only made better by the fact you never thought it would be Eddie. 

Never dreamed that you would get to have this. 

He tips his head up and his lips brush against your jaw, his tongue lazily licking at your damp skin. Your whole body hums. He presses another kiss into your lips and it tastes of a thank you. It seems you’re both a little bit in awe of your luck these days. 

You share giddy smiles, eyes still droopy, though this time from the sex and not the weed. The feeling settling inside the four chambers of your heart is something you could really get used to, and you hope beyond hope that it’ll become as familiar as the curl of Eddie’s hair. 

You’re pretty sure it will. 

once again i love him, my new fixation god help me, feedback is always so lovely and so appreciated :)))))

[noteguk]

hickeys | jjk | m | drabble

[ ! ] this is a “bad influence” drabble

— summary; Jungkook gets a bit jealous. Not that he’d ever admit it. 

— contents and warnings; pwp, smut, the endless adventures of badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits, jealousy/possessiveness!!, kind of angry sex (it’s one-sided, jk is going through a Moment), unprotected sex, marking (hickeys, mentions of bruises), dirty talk, overstimulation, creampie, mentions of oral (f rec) and of cum eating, jk has a big dick, the oc being clueless but overall having a good time 

— words; 2,2k 

— author’s note; this was supposed to be shorter but, well, that’s the story of my life. A few people asked for a bit of jealous!jk so here I am to deliver it 😌 Inspired by this ask I got. 

~ 

Jungkook hated the wintertime. He hated the fact that you no longer used skirts because of the cold weather, hated that you had to go away for a few weeks because of winter break and, above all, hated those stupid turtlenecks you wore. 

Not because you didn’t look good in them — in fact, he had grown to appreciate them over the weeks, the way they made your breasts pop out and how your body felt so comfortable and warm against his — but because it became extremely easy for you to cover up the hickeys he gave you. Which completely missed the point of even having hickeys in the first place. 

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” You asked him, fingers pulling slightly on the messy strings of his dark hair. Jungkook was hovering above you in bed, his mouth glued to the skin of your neck, sucking on the flesh. He simply moaned in response, hoping that the roll of his hips against yours would make you shut up. Which obviously didn’t happen. “You better not be doing it.” 

Jungkook pulled away from your skin with a pop!, watching the blossoming red that appeared close to your jaw. It would be hard to cover up that one. “And what if I am?” He smirked, placing a kiss against your lips. His cock was deep inside you, and it was incredibly difficult to argue with him when he was fucking you so well. Not that it would stop you from trying. “What are you going to do about it?” 

You playfully hit him on the shoulder, the frown on your face only making him smile wider. “You’re such a jerk, I’m going to spend all the concealer I have left with this one,” you complained, and Jungkook hummed and leaned back towards your neck, resuming his devilish ministrations. Only one hickey wouldn’t be enough, Jungkook realized, he wanted you to go out to buy more makeup for that. “What’s the deal with you today?” You tried again.

Jungkook’s irritated groan vibrated throughout your skin, his hands tightening around your hips as a flame of anger sparked inside his chest. His deal was that you had cancelled on him at least three times last week to go out with some stupid guy named Jimin from your Wednesday afternoon class. He knew that he shouldn’t care about it — you two were obviously not exclusive, barely even a thing, and you didn’t seem to give a single fuck when he told you about one of the girls that he was going out with. And yet there he was: pissed off out of his mind because someone else might have interest in you, fucking you hard into the mattress because he wanted you to remember that no one could be as good as he was. 

There was also a second layer of indignation when it came to that subject: Jungkook was frustrated with himself because he was balls deep inside your pussy and he couldn’t even focus on it without thinking about your stupid date. It was the fourth week of the semester, he hadn’t seen you for the entirety of winter break, and it was the first time that he was fucking you in your bed (since your roommate was out in some idiotic spiritual retreat). He could actually have you for as long as he wanted, as loud as he wanted, not a single worry about being interrupted. And how was he using that time? Being jealous of a guy he barely even knew, just because he took you out for coffee or whatever. 

It really wasn’t his best moment.  

“Jungkook, that’s so good,” you cried out, sucking him out of his thoughts. Jungkook grunted at the desperate tone of your voice, his name sounding so perfect coming from your mouth, and he just wanted to hear more of it. His cock was slipping in and out of you with ease, your wetness dripping down his length, and he forced himself to pay attention to you for the rest of the night. “I’m getting close.” 

“Yeah?” Jungkook groaned and pressed his forehead against yours — he could tell that already from the way you were tightening so perfectly around him, hugging his cock like you were meant to take it. “You like when I fuck your pussy like this, baby?” 

“Y-Yeah, I love it.” You closed your eyes, back arching off the bed as he continued to drill his fat cock in and out of you. No matter how many times he gave it to you, you couldn’t get used to the incredible pressure of his girth against your walls, filling you up so perfectly. “Feels so good…” 

“Is this all for me baby?” Jungkook finished his sentence with a particularly hard slam of his hips against yours — you didn’t even need to ask him to fuck you rougher, he already knew that was what you wanted. His eyes were a deep dark storm, glued to your parted lips as you moaned out for him, your perfect little cunt pulsating around him. Jungkook could only think about how wonderful you felt, how he couldn’t find someone better even if he tried. “Is this pussy mine? Was it made for me?”

Jungkook was fucking you so well that you could not help but nod, a pathetic whimper tearing itself from your throat as your hands fumbled to hold onto the nape of his neck. Your nails scratched his skin, the sensation making him groan. 

“Yeah, it’s yours.” You said it because you knew that it was all pretend, all his weird possessiveness that he only showed when he was hitting that deep inside you. Jungkook also knew that it was bullshit — but he allowed himself to dive into that fantasy as he felt himself throb inside you. “Fuck, Jungkook, I’m really close.” 

But he didn’t relent. Jungkook shoved his head on the curve of your neck, grunting as he quickened his pace in and out of you. He could feel your thighs trembling, your pussy fluttering around him, and yet it didn’t feel like it was enough. “Say it again,” he roared, hands digging to the flesh of your hips. It would leave a mark, both of you were aware of that, and yet there was a shared sense of wonder when you saw the purple bruises that he would leave behind. “Say that it’s mine.” 

“This pussy is yours, Jungkook,” you whined, head pressed hard against the soft pillows. At that point, you’d say and do anything he asked you to. “O-Only yours.” 

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice hoarse and deep as sin. Jungkook was drilling into you like a madman, hoping that the ache between your legs would be enough to remind you of him, of what he could do to you. He wanted you to keep that in the back of your head next time you had to pick between him and some other dude who wouldn’t know how to treat you. “All mine, this is all mine. Made for me.” 

He quickly got lost in his own praises, mind whitening out at the pleasure that monopolized his body. When you came around him, just as perfectly as you had many times before, Jungkook felt a wave of pride washing over him. It pierced its sharp teeth in his flesh, sucked him out of his worries — suddenly he didn’t give a shit about Jimin from your Wednesday class, because he knew that no amount of stupid coffee dates would ever equate to the way he had you. It was just a matter of time before you realized that as well. 

He felt you shivering beneath him, the way you always did when your pleasure was starting to become a bit too much. Jungkook leaned back so he could see your face, that blushy mess that got him sinking deeper inside you, the thin veil of tears that swam over your unfocused eyes. He would bet real money that Jimin from Wednesday class wouldn’t get you like that in a million years. Not that he was jealous or anything. It was just a fact. 

“J-Jungkook, that’s too much,” you whined. 

And he knew that it was, but he also wanted you to feel it all, and wanted you to cum around him as many times as you could. After all, you finally had some alone time, so he was definitely going to make good use of it. 

“Take it for me, baby,” he asked breathlessly, the rising pitch of his voice signaling that he was close too. Jungkook could feel his own orgasm growing closer, building up at the base of his spine and tugging at his balls, threatening to overflow. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” 

You bit your lip, fighting against a sob as he continued his frantic movements. You wanted to be good for him, wanted to fight through that sensitivity for him. But sometimes it was hard to focus, and the space between the pain and the pleasure could be a bit too long sometimes. “A-Are you close?” You asked. 

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter,” he spat. Jungkook’s eyes zeroed in on your own, watching as a coat of desperation painted your features. “What’s the matter, baby? You don’t wanna get eaten out after I’m done here?” 

“God, Jungkook,” you said. If you weren’t so lost in the afterglow of your orgasm, you’d probably argue with him further, perhaps try and ask for the millionth time what had possessed him. But you seriously couldn’t be bothered with any more arguments and your brain wasn’t fully functional yet, so you settled for a quick and objective, “Are you trying to kill me?” 

Jungkook chuckled, lowering himself so he could place a kiss against your lips. “I'm trying to make you feel good. Let me eat my cum out of you, baby,” he teased, feeling as your walls pulsated around him at the idea. The fact that he hadn’t cum yet was a miracle on its own, because he had been about to tip over for a while now. “Unless you want to keep it inside you.” 

The interesting part was that Jungkook didn’t fully understand his second option until it had spilled from his lips. Now that it had been spoken out loud, manifested into the universe if you will, it made his cock throb with the mental imagery of you walking around stuffed with his cum, making other guys think they had a chance when you were already his. He’d seriously have to try that sometime. 

Before he could stop himself, his hooded eyes centralized on the hickeys he had embellished your neck with, and his marking was enough to make him spill himself inside you, painting your walls with waves of his warm cum. Jungkook called out what sounded like a broken version of your name, throwing his head back and listening to the wonderful whimpers you were producing for him. Just for him. 

At that point, both of you were considering buying your roommate something as a way to thank her for her wonderful idea of a spiritual retreat. 

Jungkook breathed out hard and removed his cock from your pussy, watching as the white liquid dripped between your glistening folds, accumulating on the sheets. If you weren’t so exhausted, you’d probably have yelled at him for ruining your mattress. 

“Have you made up your mind?” He asked, flickering his gaze up at you. You were such a pretty mess, and he lived for the fact that it was all because of him. “Wanna keep it in or want me to eat it out?” 

Honestly, he realized there was no wrong choice and, yet, he wanted to know what you would pick. 

You bit your lip and, after a moment of hesitation, you answered. “Eat it out,” you said. 

Jungkook smirked, lowering his head between your legs. “Good girl.” 

~ 

Jungkook saw you wearing a scarf the next day and he wanted to smack himself across the face for not considering that possibility. It hid all his efforts to mark you, didn’t make you nervous talking to other people. He could see from the faint coat of sweat on your face that you were feeling hot, but he also saw you smirking at him enough times to know that you were planning to endure that for as long as necessary. He was stupid to believe he’d actually get what he wanted for once: it had been too easy. 

He really fucking hated the wintertime. 

~ 

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[iceprincessviviane]

Eyes in the darkness

Paring: Yandere!C!Technoblade x BookwormEnchanter!Female!Reader

Type: Romantic (Technoblade is yandere). Trilogy - part one. Next part.

Warnings: swearing, possessivness, yandere, angst, injury, sugestive content, threats, blood, silly jokes created by me.

Summary: Technoblade was watching Y/N for some time, trying to stay in the shadows. Unfortunately voices and thoughts won against the logic and he want her now on his side forever.

Author's note: Inspiration from a lot of things, but especially: Hades and Persephone, Beauty and the Beast. This used to be oneshot, but I changed my mind, ut will be trilogy. English isn't my first language, so sorry for any mistakes.

Words in red colour are Technoblade's voices.

Words in blue colour are Y/N thoughts.

Y/N didn’t know when was the last time she ran for her life. Probably during one of the pillagers attack on the village or maybe in the Nether. But none of them was that type. Now she was being chased by something way much more dangerous than besties. At the moment, she’s being followed by the Blood God himself. Despite the aching and pain of her muscles and her throat feeling dry from gasping for air, Y/N was still asking herself how did on earth this happen?

~*~

Y/N always loved books and reading, she came to Smp two weeks after Foolish arrival. Actually her friendship with him leaded her here. They exchanged the letters and she was interested in staying somewhere for a while. After some time, she decided to come. Her divine friend already started to build his summer home and had few buildings done. She stayed there for few couple of days, they decided to build something for herself. She already have met most of Smp members including Dream Team, Bench Trio and rest, but owning home, place for stay was good idea. Sometimes Y/N liked to be alone. Eret allowed her to build something behind his castle, it was always nice to have someone close.

It took time before she ended house, it was cozy one with big field in front, farms, cellars and most important - library with enchanting place. It was huge, biggest part of the house with plenty of regals and reading spots. Y/N loved to spend there time and collectin more books or texts. Foolish had a lot of ancient scrolls or manuscripts and liked to share them with her. They could spend hours discussing about their favourite ones.

Books caused that Y/N met Phil, because he was the second person on the Smp, which had great collection from centauries. Shark god took her at trip to Tundra. Y/N was excited to meet such person and nervous too. Happily, everything went all right, Technoblade wasn't that time in home, so they had chilling conversation. Winged man was very curious about her skills and enchants. Of course during his travells and lifespan he met enchanters, but didn't paid much attention to them. Now, he could meet one in chill ocassion. Their three had a lot of talking, giggling and being wholesome. Phil promised to borrow more interesting books and Y/N said, that she can give some enchantments.

When Technoblade came back he immediately felt, that Foolish was there with... someone else... someone new. It smelled like pine and old paper, very nice. Phil told him about visitors and Y/N, he ignored it a little bit, but voices... voices liked this smell a lot.

'So strange.' 'Which woman can smell like that?' 'Where is she living?'

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Y/N was peaceful person with no intention to harm anybody, staying in her place. She stayed in positive relations with almost everyone, providing needed enchantments and helping caused, that a lot of members were friendly to her. Y/N liked to hanging out with Bench Trio, although they were sometimes so chaotic. Usually she went mining with Ranboo, when it was needed, cutting trees with Tommy for his buildings and staying in Snowchester with Tubbo. That is why she came with almost everyone, when Tommy and Tubbo were in Dream bunkier fighting with him. Discs were just items, but... Dream's obsession, it was dangerous and teenagers were her friends. After that a lot of things changed. Putting him into Pandora's Vault was meant to protect them, but she was getting cold shivers each time she looked at black walls of prison. Knowing that everyone could be locked there...

After Egg's influence grew stronger she tried to find some infromations about it and how could ghe possible defeat it, but that took time. Foolish and Phil were so helpful handing their ancient texts, to make research. Suddenly with crimson vines everywhere, Smp became less safer, at least she felt it that way. More members were busy with their business and stuff, they finally could do them, when Dream was locked. For example Foolish agreed to build big mansion for Tubbo and Ranboo, which got platonical marriage and Tommy started his hotel. Meeting Michael was so wholesome and funny, little zombie piglin started to like her and at each visit she read him fairy tales and stories.

Y/N decided to not think about bad sides of Smp, just being busy and tried to help, if someone needed it. Before Doomsday wandering around could be dangerous, especially for La'Manburg citizens, because Dream and Technoblade were unpleasant for them. Now she enjoyed visiting almost everyone everywhere. After a few visits, she could tell that something was wrong, Y/N couldn't tell what, but it was almost like being watched, blaming Egg and vines was her answer for that, but actually why? Why did it do that? She would never joined their side. Never ever. Sometimes she spotted the Phil's corws, but that wasn't a s surprise, birds were telling him a lot of informations around the Smp. Easy way to know almost everything.

}*{

Y/N was heading to her house, stepping at Prime Path. In opposite direction she spotted Quackity, slowly walking by from prison direction, which was surprise. She smiled softly to him and he smiled back.

"What's up?" Big Q asked when got closer to her.

"It's good I am coming back home, need to eat and get some nap, and you?"

"I... ended some buisness." His face stiffened and his look became more serious.

Y/N nodded little unsure about his changed emotions. Suddenly she spotted that his sleeve is covered in fresh blood.

"Are you hurt?" She asked worried.

Quckity looked at his shirt as surprised as she and frowned, he checked axe which hanged down from his belt.

"I guess so then, but I don't know where did that come from."

"Let me take care of this." Y/N suggested with warm smile. "My home is closer than Las Nevadas."

After a few moments he nodded in agreement. They together headed to her place. Weather started to become stormy, dark cloud covered the sun, threating to start raining.

Then went inside, but when she was closing door, feeling of being watched hit her with dubled strength. House was in the spine forest, but fenced and had a gate. In filed were some farms, trees and small garden, but everything seemed to look normal. Big Q sat on the couch in living room and Y/N brought bandages, water in bowl and even healing potion. He rose sleeve, wound wasn't long, but deep, something cut his arm, probably weapon.

"It doesn't look good, but you will be okay." She said after looking at cut.

"Good." He sighed with relief.

"What did make it? Do you have an idea?"

Big Q looked dead in her eyes and remained silence. Of course he knew what, but he didn't even noticed the wound before leaving the prison. Well, someone will pay for this.

"Maybe working at Las Nevadas, you know... I am still building there." He spoke after a while.

"Oh... ye you have right, but be careful next time." Y/N suggested and started to work on cut carefuly. Starting on cleaning, then gently bandaged it.

"Thank you." Big Q said after seeing the results.

"No problem, just don't walk around with untreated wound." Y/N giggled softly.

He stood up and moved his eyes on windows. Black clouds didn't go away, even became worse.

"I will go now, weather is getting worse, I want to be in home before storm." Big Q said with soft smile.

"Of course, see you next time."

After he left, big storm came, darkness fell upon the Smp, rain and wind were too strong, for coming outside. Y/N decieded to take a chance and nap. She baked some cookies and sit down on a couch with another book, which Phil borrowed her. Only the torches gave light, sometimes thunderbolt stroke and filled room with unatural blue light. Drops hit hardly, making loud sounds, but Y/N was too much into a book. Two hours has passed and slowly night was coming. She moved eyes to meet clock, yep that was supper time, put the book away and up, Gods thr storm didn't let go. Y/N watched for a while outside, then go to kitched. She grabbed blanket and wrapped it around her posture, damn there were cold.

Again feeling of being watched kicked in. She was alone at home, that was sure thing. Outside was deep dark and behind the windows was the wall of the water. Y/N bite her lip and shook head, it was just her imagination, a feeling which stayed for no reason after putting Dream into Pandora's Vault. She took an kettle and suddenly was seeing something in the corner of the eye, something red and unusual in the spine forest. Her figure frozen when she moved back eyes. Deep in the dark, around sprouce trees in the line of forest, Y/N spotted pair of shinning, red eyes, high above the ground. They were locked at her figure.

'This has to be spider... or something else...'

Right after this thought, ceature turned back and disappeard in the darkness, cold shiver went down at Y/N spine. What was that? And why it was here? At least she was safe in home...

}*{

'More.' 'Training is boring, let's find someone to fight.' 'We demand blood.'

Technoblade sighed and stopped, voices today were very, very loud. That was why he decided to train, but during it, they became even worse. He hid sword and walked into home. Phil wasn't here today, he had to do something, but didn't bother to tell him what it was. Blade went back to home by his old path through the forest. His training place was near the cottage, but still hidden from common people. All members of Syndicate knew where it was. First of all he need to take shower. When cold water touched his skin, he felt like even his bloodlust became less, quiet hiss left his lips. He earned some chafings this week. Next, he changed his clothes to common and made a cup of tea, then sit in the kitchen. Immediately his thoughts went to Y/N.

Somehow voices were acting diffrent around her and he even found himself acting that way. They were focused around Y/N and he was more calm, like just her pressence was comforting him. Technoblade remembered their first meeting, it was common day, when someone knocked on the door. He opened it and rose his eyebrows in surprise, outside was standing fragile woman, without any armor and only with trident on her back. They shared awkward eye contact, when suddenly she introduced herself as Y/N. Of course he saw her couple of times, but it wasn't officialy. Y/N has known who was he for sure, she swallowed hard and looked down with shyness. Phil yelled across the room, that she could come in. Ah yes... she loved to read books and his old friend was borrowing her them a lot. Technoblade again felt the spine and old papers smell, for him, it could stay here forever. After short visit, Y/N took books, gave back book of enchantment and left.

Techno's curiosity has increased, when he heard about her more. She was peaceful, friendly soul, completly opposite of him, maybe that was, why he felt so... diffrent around her and voices too. Piglin hybrid enjoyed watching her from the distance, in the shadows, but lately... lately it wasn't enough. Now he wanted to breathe at Y/N scent, holding her close and pressed soft kisses at forehead. He was under voices pressure so long and now his salvation was so close. But what would he make it? As longer he has thought of that, a diffrent ideas came to his head. She was delicate creature, he had to get plan at all. Techno knew almost everything about her: hobbies, traditions, friends and fighting skills. Phil told him a lot about enchanters, they could make enchanting books after years of studying and had magic talent sometimes. As they knew, Y/N could enchant books at any spell, so she had to studied a lot. Technoblade sighed and grabbed his cloak, time to keep an eye on few things.

'Let's not go quietly!' 'Let's go quiet as grave...' 'Blood for the Blood God!'

}*{

That was busy week, Y/N could only one time saw Foolish and Phil, but whole Smp seemed a little bit diffrent... luckily she was able to go on mining trip with Ranboo and Eret visited her with a couple of books, which were about Smp. Now was afternoon and sun slowly started to set, she was heading to her house, where waited for her snow fox, which she found in Snowchester. Cute, little ball of fur stole Y/N heart immediately. When she finally stepped inside, Snowflake - that how she named it, ran into her squeaking high.

"What happend my little one?" She knelt down and pet it's head.

Fox looked at her with big brown eyes and squeaked once more, then jump into her arms.

"Oh oh oh... are you afraid of something?" Y/N hugged Snowflake and looked around. Everything in home seemed normal, door was closed, in a field same, animals were quite nervous, but everything was good. She frowned and stepped inside, then put fox into basket with small blanket.

"I will bring you some berries, you will like it for sure." Y/N smiled gently.

Unfortunately, she didn't have any at this moment in home, Snowflake was there only for three days, so she couldn't make berries farm so fast, because she had to set up a space. Luckily, she lived around coniferous forest, so didn't even hesiatate, Y/N just grabbed backpack and went outside. Sun was lower in the sky, but still it was warm and brightly. Birds were humming quietly and around was quite quiet. Berries bush weren't so far, she founed some, but in order to make supplies, decided to find more, then plant them around the house. It would spared the time and work.

"Y/N." She heard deep, lazy voice and immediately turned at it's direction.

The Blade was standing under big sprouce tree with satisfied grinn on his lips. Eyes locked on Y/N figure, which completly froze at the sight of him. She have never been with him alone, in tundra always Phil or Ranboo were around, now it felt... strange and risky, she still remembered what happend to La'Manburg citizens.

"Technoblade." Y/N spoke softly, being careful to not crack her voice, despite building feeling of fear. She noticed, that piglin hybrid under his royal, crimson cloak was wearing armor, probably not his best one, but still enough to win fight. Part of hair made into bun, rest were freely in his back and shoulders. From his belt was hanging netherite sword and netherite axe was sticking out from behind. She spotted, that his weapons were a little covered in blood, same as his sleeves and parts of shirt. He was killing monsters right? Or just hunting? Uncomfortable, awkward silence reminded between them, only forest noises distrubed it from time to time.

Voices were too loud today, too agressive, too greedy, killing monsters and pillagers wasn't enough, Quackity has already tasted his steel, well he deserved that after showing up in Y/N home. He had so much fun with him, but after that he needed some rest, comfort and calm. That is why without even thinking too much Technoblade went straight to Y/N house. He hoped, that everything will change, that he finally will has some break from voices, violence and killing. Of course he liked his way to be... but yes sometimes, you have to make a nap.

"Are you wounded?" Y/N asked quietly breaking the silence. After all, if he needed help, she would help him, without hesitation.

Technoblade's grinn became more sinister, he put hand on sword hilt and slowly tilted his head on right side.

"This isn't my blood." He said without caring at all.

"Oh, that's good then..." Y/N whispered, but he could hear that.

Piglin hybrid studied her posture, she had only trident at her back, backpack in left hand, no armor, no more weapons. Poor little girl, that's not how you are going outside your home, she was literally unarmed in his eyes.

"So... what are you doing here? Alone? In the forest?" Technoblade asked and moved closer to her.

The way he spoke these words, made Y/N shiver inside, outside, she grabbed her backpack harder. Surely there was nothing to worry about, she has never done something wrong to him or Philza, she wasn't dangerous or wanted to has any power. Techno is probably just passing by. Suddenly he was so close, now she could for real see the height diffrence, for the gods sake, her head reached around his breastbone. Y/N looked up only to meet piglin hybrid's burning gaze.

"I... I was collecting berries for my snow fox. Something scared her, so I thought that she will calm down after getting some and I ran out of them..." she suttered and swallow hard.

"How sweet." Technoblade commented and his smile widened.

"So... you are just passing by?"

"Not really."

Sudden grip on her chin caught Y/N off guard. Technoblade forced her to look straight into his eyes. His face stiffened a little bit, she hissed quietly, when claws touched harder gentle skin. Then she realised... Blade's eyes were red and she heard, that it could glow in darkness. Her skin became pale and pupils widened. It was him, that time during a storm, he was watching her...

"What are you doing?" Y/N asked quietly, without any clue, what was going on.

'She is so innocent.' 'We love her scent.' 'Let her know.'

"I have something to tell you." He leaned and immediately her scent hit him harder, resisting to take deep breath wasn't that easy.

"What excatly?"

"I was watching you for a while Y/N. Belive me or not I found that interesting, because your pressence is calming for me, I can fall asleep while listening your voice and push away my violence behaviour, when you are around." He stroked her cheek by his thumb and smiled haughty. "I am always getting , what I want and I want that so badly, you can't even imagine."

Y/N shook head and made few steps back, leaving his grip, couldn't belive what she just heard. That's impossible.

"I don't know what to say... I can admit, that I had strange feeling of being watching but... I blamed the Egg..." She looked deep into his eyes, trying to put everything together. "What do you mean, you are always getting, what are you want? How am I suppose to understand that?"

"Listen sweetheart, we can do this in two diffrent ways: good or bad. If you choose first one, fine politely you will go with me. Second way? Well I can be very convincing, when I want to." Technoblade frowned.

None of this options was good for her. Y/N sighed and her shoulders dropped. She couldn't do anything literally...

"Come on princess. I can take care of you, I promise, you will be happy." He gave her his hand, but gripped sword hilt harder.

Y/N always avoided the conflicts and argues, never has started any, that was easier and better way to live. She could take care of her interests, powers anf friends by being supportive or neutral. Technoblade's behaviour made her shiver and feel sick, there was no guarantee that he will keep his words, even if it were sweet and promising. Y/N knew that fighting him was pointlees, he were ten thousand better than her, she didn't even have armor or second weapon. But surrender just like that? Without any resistance? She always was determinated, miss 'you can always find a way, solution'. Not a chance.

"I think I have better option, which lay in the middle." Y/N smiled gently.

"Well, tell me then." Technoblade rose his eyebrows with curiosity.

With one smooth move, she put backpack on and immediately started to run. The Blade's pupils widened, he burst out laughing.

"It will be funny."

She has known, that she needed to lose him in forest. Going to home wouldn't help, because door or gate couldn't stop Blood God. Lost him and then ran away from Smp, at least her current living location. Y/N realized that she couldn't even ask for help anyone. Probably Technoblade would come after her friends, helpers, so that was it. Y/N versus The Blade, she was on her own.

'How did she dare to run away from us?!' 'Chase her, catch her.' 'Faster, faster, faster!'

It seemed like running away from Tommy for fun, came in handy and long trips with Ranboo caused her to move fast through forest. Y/N nimbly jumped over obstacles and avoid rocks or roots. Her pace wasn't the fastes, but she could hold it for pretty long time. She wasn't thinking a lot, just tried to run away as far as she could.

'Don't look back, don't look back, it will make you slower.'

Hiding could be good idea, but not now. As long as he was close, she couldn't stop at all. Breaking through the forest was only hearing noise, soon, she heard her heavy breathing. Heading to unknown direction wasn't so wisely, but Y/N had no choice. After a few minutes, she stopped to catch breath. Around was sudden so quiet, cold shiver went down at her spine. Too quiet.

"Already tired?" Technoblade's voice surprised her from left side.

She turned head, just to see him leaning against the tree. In his right hand he held sword, didn't even look like he was running.

"You can't outrun me little one. A lot of people tried, now they are dead." He aimed sword at her. "We can end this farce here. I am not mad, honestly, you made me smile a little bit."

"You will have to catch me, if you want me going with you." Y/N said and then continue to run away.

"Oh I will princess, that's what predator does to the prey."

Y/N started to feel really tired, muscles aching, throat dry from gasping for air, hair dispelled and cheeks red. She ran for a while, but now had to stop. Technoblade immediately appeared in her field of vision. He was walking carefuly, but still looked intimidating.

"Don't come closer!" She released a cry.

Piglin hybrid stopped about eight meters away. He leaned sword against the ground and looked at her with curious gaze.

'Here she is, our reward.' 'Let's finally take her with us.' 'We like that sound.'

"I think, I just caught you." A little grinn appeared on his lips.

She looked straight into his eyes. Her gaze full of fear met a calm and determination. Y/N didn't even want to think what would happend, if he fulfilled his desires. Gods sake, she was free human being, none could take her freedom, she didn't ask for this. In an act of desperation, with the last of her strength, she used her powers. Feeling of warm through fingers and energy drained from her veins, but then burning light. In Technoblade's towards direction flew literally fireball, but he was too skilled for this. He made a dodge and looked at Y/N with mix of proud and shock. She dropped to her knees, struggling to stay conscious, despite the pain at her whole body and tired mind and unclear vision. Technoblade immediately was with her, he knelt down and support her, by putting arm around her waist. Y/N leaned back against his chest, fatigue prevailed over reason.

"Enough for today princess. You run out, if you will keep resisting." He whispered calmly.

"Please, please... please I don't want this, I want to go home." Her voice was cracking, tears strimming down at her cheeks.

"Hush darling, everything will be all right."

Technoblade's body radiated warm, his tone suddenly was so calming and sleepy. She wanted to close eyes so badly, but still fear was too big.

"You are safe, nothing can hurt you I promise."

After this words Y/N gave up and lost consciousness. Sun went down and shadows became longer and darker.

}*{

Phil careful closed the doors, then walked quietly down. Technoblade sat in kitchen with cup of hot tea, he immediately looked at his old friend, his eyes were worrying.

"Y/N is good, she lost consciousness, because was too tired. You said that, she used her powers."

"It was literally fireball, but I dodge that easy."

"Well, now we know about her powers at least... interesting, what you are going to do, when she wake up?" Phil asked and sat in opposite site.

"I know, that you are not glad about this, but I will figure this out. She won't cause any troubles." Techno's voice became deeper.

Winged man sighed and looked at his friend. He knew what he was going through, when voices became louder and demanded blood, each moment of silence or when they were quiet, Technoblade cherished and tried to make it worth. Phil couldn't be angry or mad for his friend about that deed, but... he was torn.

"Come on spit it out. I can see that you want to tell something important." Piglin hybrid said slowly.

"We were through a lot of shit, we know each other for almost ages and we blew up the nation for gods sake, kidnapping isn't the worst thing you have done, but..." Phil started and looked at Techno. "I wish you best and everything good, but I don't know how will I act around. Y/N has come to me for books, we were talking about stuff, I gave her cookies and tea. How will I explain, that I am supporting your decision? And I am always on your side." Phil said aloud his worries.

"I will give her time to get used to. After certain amount of time Y/N will understand." The Blade was lost in his thoughts.

He was so greatful of his friend statement, but still a little bit unsure. This case shloudn't affect on their relationship or Phil's life. Honestly Technoblade belived that his pressence will comfort Y/N at least, as he said they were close and enjoyed each other company.

"Someone will notice her disappering. What then? And Ranboo is visiting us a lot." Phil sighed a little.

"I've got this, trust me."

"I trust you with my own life." Winged man nodded.

}*{

Sunlight kissed her skin gently, when it showed up on window. Y/N felt softness under herself and on her back. Quiet sigh left her lips, when she opened eyes. In the room was very bright, but for sure it wasn't her room. Immediately cold shiver went down at her spine. Still weak, she tried to lift herself, because she was lying on stomach. Bed was big, with good beddings and pillows.

"Don't move, you are still weak." Technoblade's voice was soft, but loud.

Y/N bite her lip and then lifted head. He was standing near the bed and observing curiously, looking completly diffrent. White, linen shirt and high waisted, leather trousers, hair braided tighly. In this version he was... more open and accessible, not so scary.

"Where am I?" She asked slowly and rolled at her back with quiet hiss. Muscles still hurt and throat was dry.

"In my house, in tundra safe and..." He cut off, while noticed that Y/N is trying to get up. "What did I say?" He stepped closer and sat on bed.

She sat unsure on mattress, just to met Technoblade here, he gripped again her chin, as in the forest and forced her to look at him. This time it was more gently.

"Darling please..."

"You can't take my freedom!"

His eyes darkened immediately and Y/N regreted her words. She swallowed hard, when Blade looked deep into her eyes.

"Of course I can and I will, if you don't behave good. If you didn't notice, you aren't chained or tied, but pretty comfy in my bed." He said slowly with threat in his voice. "Think about it."

Technoblade released her and got up. She looked down thinking about situation, yes he didn't tied her, but still it wasn't good case. Y/N just wanted to be free, do stuff which she want and meet friends. Maybe Smp wasn't perfect, but still now it was her home, there were a lot of wars or argues, but she still had house and persons which she cared about and this was mutual, now everything was unsure.

"I am just afraid... " Y/N whispered quietly.

"As I said earlier you are safe here, you are safe with me. Nothing can hurt you." Techno grabbed bowl with soup and came back. "Here, eat, you need to recover."

"Thanks." She smiled weakly to him, took bowl and started to eat slowly.

'Good girl.' 'She will behave for sure.' 'We can teach her a lesson.'

Y/N was napping for the rest of the day, Technoblade gave her one of their books, so she wasn't bored. Probably tomorrow or next day she will stand up.

The sound of closing doors, caused her to closed book and put it away. Piglin smiled gently and took off his shirt suddenly. Y/N eyes became big.

"Wait wait wait..."

"Calm down princess, I am just going to sleep, nothing else." Technoblade smirked for her panic.

"So... where shloud I move?" Y/N asked looking around the room.

"Nowhere. You are staying here with me."

Immediately her cheeks went slighty red. She looked at him curiously. His pink skin seemed gentle from the distance, a lot of scars marked his chest and arms. Some of them little, some of them large, the biggest one was through both sides of chest. Technoblade released his hair and came closer. Y/N moved to make him some space. He laid down, she followed his steps but remain distance.

"Goodnight." She said and turned back from him.

"Goodnight sweetheart."

He blow up torches near the bed and silence fell upon them. Not even a five minutes passed, when Y/N felt sudden grip on her waist. She froze, Technoblade hugged her and pressed kiss on her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Quiet whisper left her lips.

"Snuggling and cuddling." He whispered softly.

Y/N couldn't help, she giggled quietly. Techno took this as premission, her back touched his chest and second hand slowly stroked her hair.

[koukouture]

A construct’s finale

When your beloved construct gets corrupted by the punishing virus, you aren’t quite sure who’s supposed to make it out alive

Note: God has allowed me to exist for another day and I am going to make it everyone's problem. Also I did one of these for Chrome here 

Characters: Kamui, Lee, and Watanabe (will do more eventually when I actually have ideas for them lol) 

Warnings: Gore, death, angst, have fun lmao

Tagging: @husbando-collector-sanctuary because I said I’d do this. Watch your babies suffer

Kamui

You should have known something was wrong when Kamui was too quiet while you two were scouting an empty building. He didn’t chat with you like he usually did, he only held your hand and looked around. 

It shouldn’t have taken this long for you to realize that Kamui has been corrupted. Because now he has you in a choke hold while tears stream down his face and his eyes flicker between red and his usual purple. 

“K-kamui” you choke, reaching for him. 

Your hand comes in contact with his cheek and he suddenly drops you. He stumbles back, screaming in pain, no doubt from the Punishing virus. 

“Don’t come any closer” he commands, moving further away from you. You don’t care or you tuned him out because you step closer. “I said don’t!” he yells before coughing. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you ask, inching closer. 

“I wanted to be with you, commandant. B-but I hurt you. I’m supposed to protect you but I-” 

“Hey, hey. It’ll be ok. I’m fine” you reach for him again, but he flinches and backs away. 

“Commandant, don’t- please don’t” he says quietly. 

You stop, clenching your fists while the blonde cries and fishes a small knife from inside his jacket. You don’t have time to react before he plunges is into his chest. 

“Kamui!” you shout, running towards him, he doesn’t back away this time as you try to stop him. He only takes a deep breath and jams it into his chest, screaming as he pries the metal open. 

“C-commandant, remember when on my birthday you said you’d grant me a wish, but I never ended up asking you for anything?” 

He coughed again before looking into your eyes “I want to ask you for one last thing, commandant” 

Kamui holds you hand, it would have been sweet but he gently puts the knife in your hand, closing your fist around it. His vitals fluids coat your hands, but you can’t bring yourself to do anything about it as you shake uncontrollably. 

“I’m sorry. But I’m not strong enough to do it by myself” 

“No!” you shout “I’m not doing this, Kamui. Please I’ll let you go, I won’t say anything about it, just don’t do this” 

He gives you a warm smile before he reaches up and strokes your face “It’s gonna be ok, commandant. You have Lee and the others, you won’t be alone” 

“There has to be another way” 

The construct levels your shaky hands with his core smiling at you “I don’t want to hurt anyone else, so please do this for me, commandant” 

“You won’t. I know you won’t Kamui” you sob “Please Kamui, I love you” 

Kamui seems shocked for a moment before smiling “I love you too, commandant” 

You’re shaking hard as he guides you hand closer to his pulsing core. 

“It’ll be ok” 

You close your eyes and take a shaky breath, and when you open them his core is dim. His eyes are closed and a smile rests on his lips. 

The knife clatters to the floor as you hold your face in your hands, crying your heart out until the rest of Gray Raven finds you... and Kamui’s lifeless frame. 

Watanabe

This was inevitable, the old construct thinks. He removed his inver device and left with only a weak filter on his frame. Watanabe should have known that sooner or later he would get corrupted. He would have accepted it if it were to come for that, he would have accepted it a year ago. But now you’re here, and now you’re watching him loose himself. 

“Stand back, commandant” he growls, clutching his chest. He doesn’t have a heart, he is no human, but he can feel the Punishing virus spread through his systems, racing to his core. It hurts, it feels like having lava replace his vital fluids. But he can’t give into it. Not when you’re here. 

You don’t listen. You never listen to him. Sometimes he finds it funny and even cute, most times it irritates him. This time, you’re putting your life in danger, so he can say he’s fairly pissed. 

You’re both standing in some old ruins, Watanabe’s already cleared it of corrupted and figured that maybe since you two were alone he’d tell you how he’s been feeling lately. Why he’s been avoided you for a while now. But alas, it turns out he’s been corrupted. 

“I said to stay back! Listen to me for once in your damn life” 

“You don’t get to talk to me like that, soldier” you say sharply, but he can hear your voice tremble ever so slightly as you step closer until you’re close enough for him to kill. 

Wait, kill?

He doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he can feel himself pull out his blades out one moment, and the next when he snaps out of his trance, he sees that you’ve collapsed. 

“No, no, no, no, no” he mutters, kneeling down “I told you, I fucking told you to stay away. Why can’t you listen?”

“Asshole” you choke “Because I fucking love you that’s why. I know why you’ve been avoiding me and I get it but, that was kind of a dick move” 

“Shut up” he says, wiping tears from his eyes as he tears up his coat and wraps it around your gut, cringing when he sees how much blood you’ve already lost. He puts the remains on your shoulders before standing up. 

“Watanabe?” 

“Watanabe to Forsaken, the commandant is injured, they’re in the ruins south of the base. Don’t bother looking for me, I won’t be there. That’s an order” he says into his comm piece before taking it out and crushing it. 

“No, you’re not leaving me” you yell “Watanabe you fucking ass, we can find a way, we-” 

He kneels down and captures your lips in his. It’s a custom the humans of the Forsaken told him about, kissing, a romantic gesture among humans. 

“I’m sorry, commandant. But there’s no room for us right now, not ever actually” 

You yell at him to come back, but he’s already gone. He takes one last look at the ruins and feels the buzzing on his lips before running further and further away. Never to return and never to know if you were safe.

Lee

How did it come to this? He was so careful, he made so many promises, he trained so hard. But here he was, mangled and missing his arm with the punishing virus slowly clouding his mind. While you leaned against the wall on the other side of the ruins full of dead corrupted. 

He winced when he felt the virus progress further in his system. Fuck, he’d have to do something about that. But first...

“Commandant, are you alright?” he asked, breathing heavily. 

You didn’t say anything but you seemed alright. A minor scratch on you cheek, but you’re fine. Not in any sort of danger. Perhaps you weren’t very mentally sound though, you had just witnessed Lee get his arms torn off and watched him destroy twenty or so corrupted. You were bound to be a bit shaken, but you’d be alright. 

“Lee...” 

“I have some bad news, commandant” he said slowly “I’ve been corrupted. And I fear I don’t have much time left” 

Oh what he would give to relive yesterday again. When he accidentally spilled his guts to you after you got hurt during a retrieval mission. You had only laughed and told him to take you to dinner if he were to say that to you. 

“We’ll fix it. We always do” you say, carefully making your way through the ruins and frames of dead corrupted. 

He doubles over when he feels compelled to take out his guns. When he feels like he wants to hurt you. He’d never hurt you. He couldn’t hurt commandant. Ever. 

“N-not this time” he says shakily. It’s progressing fast, he didn’t have a filter or any defences to protect against it. 

You’re just a few feet away, and he suddenly pulls his gun out. He wants to cry when he sees you freeze up with the most terrified expression on your face. And he does, small steady streams of tears make their way down his face as the gun shakes in his hand. He has to stop himself. He has to stop before he hurts you. 

Lee brings the gun to his head, his breaths laboured as he fights the punishing virus’ influence. 

“Lee, what are you doing?” 

He cracks a rare smile at you, well, one of the few smiles you actually catch. He’s fairly sure you didn’t notice all of the times he’s smiled around you. 

“I like you a lot commandant. Take that as you will” he says, before he hears the gun go off. Next thing he knows there’s nothing but ringing. He doesn’t get to see you scream and cry over his frame, your tears mixing with the blue vital fluid that flows out of his head. 

“I’d never leave you commandant. I promise” 

That’s the first and last promise he will ever break. 

[sundaysundaes]

Drunk Antics

Mark Lee X Reader, ft. Johnny | Smut, Fluff | 5.8k | College AU

Summary: After being caught having sex with your previously virgin boyfriend, you thought Mark and your brother Johnny would never get along. That is until your boy comes back to your room in the drunkest state he’s ever been after a short trip to the bar with his Johnny-hyung, asking you to try new tricks he’s learned from the Master of Sex.

Sort of a continuation from Our First Time but can be read separately.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, drunk unprotected sex. For the sake of the very little plot there is, Mark is intoxicated in this fic so his consent may be unclear. Please don’t read this fic if this makes you feel uncomfortable. I also don’t approve nor allow taking advantage of your romantic partner while they are under the influence of alcohol.

“You forgot that you borrowed his AirPods?!” Your boyfriend is shrieking in whispers, doe eyes shaking in fear and horror as he kneels on your bed, trying to shamelessly hog every inch of your blanket to cover his body.

Mark is so drowning in panic that he doesn’t even notice that you, in fact, are still naked. “I was going to use them before to work on my assignment,” you try to reason, “but then you came so I kind of forgot about them.”

“Kind of?!” He screeches. “I agreed to have sex with you because I thought you were sure that he had his AirPods on!”

You stare at him flatly. “You’re making me feel like I just took advantage of you.”

“I am feeling like you just took advantage of me!”

“You just lost your virginity, I think you have to thank me instead.”

“Babe,” Mark grabs both of your shoulders, staring with wide eyes as if there’s a ghost lurking behind your back but he’s trying his best to calm you down (though he’s pretty much shitting his own pants). “You should’ve remembered that you took his AirPods. He heard us.”

“Mark,” you imitate his tone mockingly, taking a hold of his shoulders in the same manner. “It would’ve been super weird if I thought about my brother when I have my hot boyfriend rubbing his dick against my ass.”

Distracted, a sheepish smile forms on his face. “You think I’m hot?” But he shakes himself awake on the next second, going back to yanking out his hair with both hands. “No, wait—what am I going to do—your brother heard us having sex—I can’t—”

“I heard my brother having sex all the time.” You shrug nonchalantly. “Sometimes even when he’s alone in his room, which is gross.”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT—”

“Guys?” Johnny’s knocks on the door are becoming more impatient. “I swear to God, if you two go back to sucking each other off, I’m going to throw Mark under the bus and run him over myself.“

Mark’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. “Did you hear that?!”

You roll your eyes in response, reaching out to the table beside your bed and snatch Johnny’s AirPods from inside the drawer. “Here,” you hand it over to Mark.

Your boyfriend reacts as if you just handed him a bowl of hot lava and he fumbles with his hands, shoving the AirPods back to you with so much horror in his eyes. “Why are you giving me this—no—no—”

“Mark, honey.” You gently smile, pushing the thing back in the most motherly way you can manage. “I’m covered in cum—your cum, in case you forgot—and you’re hogging all the blanket—“

“No—”

“Also, I’m sweaty and gross. Can you please be a man for once and let me take my shower? You can still join me afterward.”

“Babe!” You can tell he’s about to throw up out of fear but he’s just so cute, you can’t help but keep teasing him about it. “This is not fair—he’s going to kill me! And what do you mean ‘for once’, am I—“

“Okay, guys, any day now.” Your brother, Johnny, calls again from the other side of the door. “If one of you don’t come out and hand me back my AirPods in the next ten seconds, I am literally going to call the police.”

Mark nearly jumps out of his own skin. “What?!”

“Oh, shut up, Johnny,” you shout back, mouthing calming words to your boyfriend who looks like he’s seconds away from fainting. “You’re not going to do that and we both know it!”

“But I am going to call our Mom.”

“That he might do,” you say, wincing a little at Mark. “Okay, I’m going to take a shower.” You lean forward to give him a peck on his cheek. “Good luck, babe.” And you sprint off to the bathroom inside your room, all while holding out your best not to cackle loudly.

“Where are you going—Baby, get back here!” You can hear Mark protesting in whispers, but you just send him flying kisses and a wink, and shut the bathroom door behind you.

Mark’s soul is leaving his body, he can feel it. And that’s okay, because Johnny is going to kill him anyway. But when the older man really starts to count to ten, Mark jumps out of the bed, tripping approximately three times as he tries his best to dress himself back in his own clothes while muttering the words “shit” and “fuck” repetitively under his breath.

When he’s sure he looks less fucked than before, Mark opens the door, breathing hard as if he just did the worst workout in his life.

“H-hey,” Mark starts, attempting to throw his best look-at-me-I’m-a-good-boy-who-did-not-just-fuck-your-sister-when-you-were-around smile at the other man. “How’s it going, man?” His voice breaks in the middle of his line and he winces as he tries to calculate the least painful death options he can commit.

Johnny unenthusiastically gazes back at him. “What are you doing?”

“I’m… smiling at you?”

“Don’t. You look like a serial killer.”

“S-sorry, I’m—“ Mark’s eyes start searching everywhere but Johnny’s eyes as he feels his own feet turning into jelly. “I guess I’m nervous.”

“Nervous? Why?” Johnny places his hands inside the pocket of his jeans, looking way too intimidating for your boyfriend to handle. “Because you just had sex with my sister while I’m in the house?”

Mark’s jaw is almost dislocating from his face from how wide he opens his mouth. “I—I, umm—“ He clears his throat, wiping a bead of sweat off his forehead. “S-so, you really heard us, huh?” He tries to laugh it off, which he soon regrets from the way Johnny’s eyes are throwing daggers at him.

“Yeah, well,” Johnny shrugs, “My ears don’t have on-and-off buttons that I can switch whenever I want. I used to have my AirPods to do that job, but she borrowed them to help her concentrate while doing her assignment.” He gives out a sly grin, almost mockingly. “Little did I know that her assignment was you.”

If he didn’t feel like dying before, Mark is sure as hell feeling it now. “I’m so sorry—I swear, she told me you had them—I also thought you were downstairs—“

“Yeah, I do go upstairs from time to time, you know, ‘cause my room is over there,” he dully replies, nudging his head to the end of the corridor, where his room is located next to yours.

Mark’s entire body shudders in horror. “Dude, I didn’t know—I thought that was a storage room—oh God—”

“Don’t call me dude. I’m not your dude.”

“Fuck—sorry, you’re right—I’m—“ He’s hyperventilating by this point. “Is there any place in this house where I can kill myself?”

“You can try jumping off my balcony,” Johnny answers in the most casual way that Mark begins to question whether he’s really being serious about it.

“G-great, I’ll put that in my options,” is all Mark has to say. “Thanks.”

“Sure thing, bud.” Johnny yawns, offering one hand to the other man which Mark stupidly enough stares in confusion before he takes a hold of it and gives it a sweaty handshake. Johnny switches his gaze from Mark’s face to their hands before he brings back to stare at him straight in the eyes and says, “My AirPods, you idiot.”

“FUCK—“ Mark is so embarrassed that he stumbles on his feet, knocks the side of his head against the door frame, and does a silent scream when the pain jolts to his entire body.

“Man, I wish I had my phone ready to record all of that,” Johnny comments.

Mark is too much in pain to recognize his mumbling. He fumbles with the AirPods in his hand, shoving them to Johnny’s chest. “Shit, I don’t know why I thought you wanted a handshake—here—oh my God—I’m so sorry—“

Even Johnny seems a little bit amused at his antics by this point. “Thanks,” he says, tucking the AirPods inside the pocket of his jeans. “You have some time to spare?”

Mark gulps. “Are you going to kill me?”

“Not until the end of the day.” Johnny says, and Mark laughs a little bit too loud and a little bit too hard and by the way Johnny smiles, he still can’t tell whether he’s joking or not. “Come on, let’s go have a drink.”

“Umm I-I don’t think I should—“

“Not a request, Mark.”

“Yes sir, on my way!” And he knocks himself once again against the door frame as he rushes forward to follow his steps.

“Also, Mark?”

“Yes?”

“Your shirt’s inside out.”

***

“Mark?” Your voice is answered by the silence of your room. You’re feeling a little bit dizzy from the hot shower you just took. You took a bit long in the bathroom, waiting for Mark to come and join you with a cute pout on his lips and tears in his eyes (that’s how you imagined him to be anyway) but your boyfriend, it turns out, was not even in your room. You put on your clothes—a knitted navy blue sweater with sleeves a little bit too long for your arms and a simple pair of jeans—and head downstairs, searching your house but nobody comes to answer. Sighing, you go back to your room and try to call his cellphone but immediately feel disappointed when his ringtone comes from under the bed.

“Great, he forgot his cellphone,” you mutter to yourself, picking his phone up and throws it on the bed. “Did he really run home without telling me?” The image of Mark panicking and running away from your house like his life depends on it sure does look like it’s something he does out of shame. But judging by how great your previous sex activity was, you figure that he’s probably going to go back to you sooner or later. He also has his phone to retrieve anyway.

So it’s time for you to actually get some work done. There’s no other reason for you to run away from your goddamn thesis and the day is getting late. After having some ramyun for dinner, you finally begin working on your assignment.

It’s hard to start, but a few minutes after you get your head to it, you start losing track of time. You’re finally done with your work (most of it anyway), already closing your laptop and place it back on your backpack, when your door abruptly swings open, showing your boyfriend’s face with the biggest grin on his face.

“Baby, I’m home,” he says in a sing-song voice, a bit slurry and a little high pitched. Before you can say anything—too busy trying to figure out how high he is judging from the dopey look on his face—Mark is giggling and walks closer to you. “You know,” he says, placing a hand on your desk and leaning close enough for you to know that he reeks of alcohol. “I just had the greatest day of my life today. And it’s all because. of. you.” He pokes your nose repetitively between every word.

“Mark—“

“Are you hungry? I’m hungry. Do you want some pancakes, because man, I’d love some pancakes—“

“What, are you drunk?” The answer is obvious but you ask anyway.

“No, I’m Mark.” He grins, chuckling at his lousy joke.

“You are so drunk.”

“And you,” he snickers, pinching one of your cheeks, “are so cute~”

You swat his hand away. “Where have you been?”

“I went to a bar with your brother,” he giggles again, playfully massaging your shoulders. “He’s so coooool~”

“What?!”

“Yeah, he’s, like, so tall and, like, so fit.” You can’t believe you’re hearing your boyfriend fangirling over your brother. “And he knows a lot of stuff—like, a lot a lot.”

You certainly have to kick Johnny in the shins after this. “How—why—I thought you were—“

“Babe, you’re rambling.”

You can’t believe you’re turning into him, so you clear your throat and try again. “How drunk are you exactly?”

“Drunk enough to know that this,” he stops to pick up the fishbowl you placed on the bedside table—where Marky the Goldfish is sleeping with its eyes open—and lifts it up to his face, “water cannot be drunk but drunk enough to contemplate about doing it.”

You make a face. “Leave Marky alone.”

“Why did you name it after me?”

“Because it’s dumb. Like you.”

“Huh, can’t really argue with that.” He snorts, placing the fishbowl back to the table and tripping on his feet as he does so—spilling some water from the side but thank God, your fish is safe and alive, though probably also a little bit drunk because of that sudden… turbulence.

“Oops,” he giggles, “Sorry, Marky.” He doesn’t look regretful in the slightest. You stare at him in silence, unconsciously judging him with all you have and usually, he would start becoming nervous and fumbling with his words but now, he just looks at you like you’re the best thing that ever happened to him and rushes forward.

“Man, I love you.” He tackles you into a hug, almost sending you toppling down your chair, “I love you so much. Have I said that today?”

This is certainly not the way you imagined your first confession to be like, especially coming from Mark who’s usually shy and too childish to admit his feelings. “No, you haven’t,” you retort. “Ever.”

“What, really?” His eyes are perfectly round and wide, actually surprised about it. “Shit, I’m sorry. Come here.” He pulls you up to your feet, cradling you into his arms, hands flailing all over your body before they finally rest on your waist. “I can’t believe we had sex and I didn’t even tell you that. I’m so sorry.” He leans back, putting some space between you so he can stare directly into your eyes. “I love you. I’ve always been for a while. I’m so in love with you that I can barely concentrate whenever you’re around.”

You wish he wasn’t drunk out of his mind because those words, those lines, could have been so romantic but even though he looks romantic, you’re not sure whether he’s being one hundred percent conscious about it.

“Okay, let’s talk about this again when you’re sober.” You tap his cheek with one hand and pinch it when he whines. “Have you even taken a shower yet?”

“Yeah, this morning.” He smiles dreamily at you, kissing the inside of your palm. You can’t believe how bold and greasy he becomes when he’s drunk. “And yesterday. And the day before that. And—”

“Okaaaay.” You shut him up by placing your hand above his mouth, which he licks like a little puppy, earning a surprised yelp from you. “Mark!”

“Babe!” He imitates before throwing himself to the bed, laughing at your face. “Come here, join me in my bed.”

“That’s my bed.”

“Isn’t that what I said?”

You exhale loudly, rolling your eyes. “I don’t think you can go home at this state. Your mom would kill me.”

“But I’m already home,” he says, crawling toward you until he kneels at the edge of the bed, face to face with you. “Home is wherever the heart is, right? And my heart is with you.”

You curse yourself inwardly for having your heart flutter at his embarrassing line and you hate yourself even more when he notices you’re blushing.

“Whatever. Just take a shower and get some sleep.” You walk back to your desk, flipping around the pages of your textbook. “I still have two chapters to read.”

You can hear your boyfriend huffing behind you, but try your best to ignore him. It’s an impossible feat, it turns out, when Mark sneaks up behind you, circling his arms around your shoulders and peppers few kisses down the side of your neck.

“Mark—“

“You smell so good.” He inhales deeply, burying his nose in the strands of your hair. Standing up, you turn around to face him so you can protest and push him away but the look on his face makes you freeze.

“You’re so cute,” he says, running his hand up from the curve of your neck to cup your cheek. “And You’re so pretty. And hot. You’re so…” He begins staring at your lips, eyes unfocused. “Hot.”

You can tell it’s coming but when he kisses you, almost hungrily, it feels like he’s snatching your breath away. “Mark, wait—”

“Not waiting,” he murmurs against your lips, pulling your hand over his shoulder so you’re forced to lean your entire weight against his chest. Mark’s calloused hands travel down your body, wrapping both against the back of your thighs and lifts them up so you can wrap your legs around his waist. You follow his lead though still not entirely convinced that you should continue this.

Mark kicks your sliding chair away with one leg and places you down on your desk. He roughly pushes all your papers and textbooks to the end of the table, making enough space where you can sit facing him, with your legs tangling around his waist.

You have spent a decent amount of time kissing Mark over the months you’ve been dating, but only now that you have the chance to kiss him when he’s drunk and you’re aware just how much you’ve been missing.

The drunk version of Mark Lee unexpectedly kisses much more slowly compared to the sober version of Mark Lee, and if you thought fast, passionate kisses were hot, then these slow, deep kisses are sending actual shivers down your spine.

Mark has his right hand cupping your cheek, rubbing comforting circles on your skin with his thumb, while his other one is around your waist, slipping his fingers underneath the hem of your sweater. He angles your head to the side, and his parting lips fit like a perfect puzzle piece with yours. There’s a shy trace of his tongue along your bottom lip, as he nibbles at it slowly and he lets out this small moan as he does it as if it’s something he’s been wanting to do for years and just finally able to do it now.

He tastes like alcohol and you’re not particularly fond of it but the more he kisses you, the more you think it doesn’t matter because he still somewhat tastes like how Mark usually does and you always love the way he tastes on your tongue.

He drags your chin down with his thumb, tasting you a little bit deeper and as he presses his hips against yours, his breathing becomes ragged and you just realize that you probably have a kink for all of this stuff because holy mother of God, this is just so hot.

“Mark,” you sigh as he moves away to kiss your ear, warm lips pressing against your earlobe. He hums in a low, breathy voice that you’ve never heard him do and it makes your stomach flip. “Mark, you’re drunk.” It’s more like a reminder to yourself because you know that as the sober one, you have to put a stop to this but what can you do when he has his tongue tracing against your skin and his soft moans vibrating through your ears?

“Baby,” he whispers, pulling away a little so you can see his eyes and fuck, it’s the biggest mistake you’ve made today—bigger than forgetting that you borrowed Johnny’s AirPods. His eyes are half-lidded, utterly filled with lust and the way he licks his bottom lip as he stares at you has you breathless. He leans closer, as if he’s about to kiss you again, and whispers, “Don’t you want me?”

You remember that you said the same thing earlier to him that day and it makes you think how karma is a fucking bitch. You secretly wonder whether you have the same effect on him because Mark is being so irresistible right now and he successfully makes you throw all of your reasoning to the back of your head.

“Fuck this,” you claim under your breath, pulling him down to you by the neck and crush your mouth together. You can feel your boyfriend smiling into the kiss, and the sounds of your wet kisses make your heartbeat go crazy.

“Take off your shirt,” you command, already grabbing the end of his shirt and struggling as you try to pull it over his head. Mark helps, chuckling a little bit and when it’s off, he has his lips against your neck again. His teeth are prickling against your skin, sucking it until it’s bruised and you have to remind yourself to be angry about it later—because you have classes tomorrow and what if anyone sees that nasty hickey on your neck?—but right now, you just want him to mark you over and over again.

Mark starts to unbutton your jeans, pulling the zipper down and you use your free hand and legs to shake your pants off. It’s not easy, and you almost kick your boyfriend in the face while doing so, but he laughs it off and kisses you again. You can tell how hard he is when he presses himself against you, and you’re eager to put him out of his misery but he suddenly pulls away, saying, “Wait, let me do this first,” and he kneels on the floor, his face right between your legs.

You can feel your breath hitched when he runs his fingers on the inside part of your thighs, his lips follow soon after. He slips his fingers around the edge of your panties and pulls them down. You suddenly feel so exposed to the way he’s looking at you so you pull the end of your sweater down, trying to cover your thighs as much as you can.

“Why are you so shy?” Mark says, taking your hand away and pressing his lips against your palm. His eyes never leave yours and they twinkle in the most teasing way. “You weren’t shy about this before.”

“Stop looking at it too much,” you reply nervously, can’t help but to blush about it. “I feel weird.”

Mark chuckles, airily and soft. “Sorry, I just didn’t have the chance to really see you before,” he explains, one hand unconsciously rubbing your thigh, trying to calm you down. “Can I eat you out?”

Sober Mark will definitely not say anything like this—hell, sober Mark will probably faint just thinking about saying stuff like this—which is why you’re becoming even more nervous and excited at the same time.

“Baby?” Mark calls, smiling softly. “I kind of asked you a question.”

Fuck me. “Yes,” you breathe out, and you realize he was just messing with you before but who the fuck cares right now.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Mark, please.” You can hear yourself whining and you hate yourself for it, but desperate times call for desperate measures. “Please eat me out, Mark.”

He smiles in the sexiest way that you don’t think it’s possible—like seriously, who is this guy?—biting his lower lip as he does so and if he keeps doing that, you figure he doesn’t even have to eat you out to make you come undone.

He presses his lips near your heat, whispering, “Good girl,” before he places his mouth on the exact spot you want him to be.

“Fuck,” you hiss, biting your own lip as you see his head move between your legs. Mark has his eyes closed, repeating what he has learned earlier that day and does the thing you like the most. When he locks his eyes with yours, you almost choke out a sob.

“Mark,” you try to keep your voice down in whispers but Mark is so good that it feels much easier to work on your goddamn stupid thesis rather than holding back your moan.

“Mmm.” The way he moans at the back of his throat as if he’s having the best time of his life makes you weak and you press your thighs together without knowing. Mark places his hands on each side of your thighs and spreads your legs wide apart, allowing himself to be even closer and making you feel way more exposed. You have to grip your desk with both hands to keep yourself from falling.

“Okay, no, stop—“ You find yourself breathing hard, pushing him back by the shoulder and he raises a questioning eyebrow.

“Was it not good?” He asks and you curse inwardly.

“Mark,” You grab him by the silver necklace he has around his neck, pulling him up so you’re face-to-face. “I’m about to come, what do you think?”

“Really?” He looks impressed with himself. “Then, why did you stop me?”

You tangle your legs around his waist, bringing him close and grind your hips against his. “You know why.”

Mark’s thin lips part in a silent moan, whispering, “Fuck,” under his breath but he tries to keep his composure. “No, I don’t,” he says, teasing you though he doesn’t look like he’s able to hold himself back long. “Babe, I literally just lost my virginity a few hours ago. You have to tell me what you want.”

“Mark.”

“Babe.”

You scowl at him and scowl harder when he has this shit-eating grin on his face, and if your eyes could throw daggers, he’d be in so much pain right now. But Mark is making a sound between a giggle and a snort, which is rather cute but you still kick him in the stomach for playing with you at a time like this. “Mark, come on! I want you to fuck me!”

He takes a hold of your thigh, leaning down to place kisses under your ear. “And where do you want me to fuck you, exactly?” He whispers, purposely making an mmm sound as he sucks on your earlobe. “Should we move to the bed?”

“No, fuck, just do it here.” You unbuckle his belt, pushing his jeans and boxer down to around his thighs, low enough for you to stroke his member and position it toward your entrance. “Mark, just put your cock inside me.”

It seems like he’s beginning to lose his mind over how desperate you are actually begging him. You guide him toward you, making sure he’s not doing anything wrong and when he pushes inside, you just have to bite on his shoulder to muffle your moan.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, eyes closing shut as he grips on your thighs, nails sinking into the skin almost painfully. “I couldn’t remember whether you were you this tight before but—oh God—”

His movements are still a bit sloppy, but soon he finds the pace you both like and maintains it. When he sees you throwing your head back in pleasure, he grins to himself and lifts your sweater up to your chest. You help him take it off, unclasping your bra with so much effort as he continues pounding into you.

He’s so consumed by the sight of your breasts bouncing up and down matching his thrusts until he can’t take it anymore. “Babe, can I go a little bit rough?”

“Wha—fuck!” It’s your luck that you don’t slam your head against the wall from the sudden force Mark is thrusting into you. He has his mouth on your breast, moving his hips much quicker than before,  and moaning your name several times under his breath. The desk is clearly making a sound as it bumps against the wall but you don’t care—your parents are out of town and Johnny already heard you two before anyway. You can just apologize to him tomorrow.

Mark suddenly changes position, lifting one of your legs up in the air while keeping the other down so he can slide in deeper. “Johnny-hyung told me to try this,” he says with a smirk on his face. He’s breathing quite hard, just like you. He kisses the side of your ankle once before he lays your leg on his shoulder. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

When he moves his hips again, with so much force that you have to hold on to the table, you’re pretty much just screaming his name. Mark’s bangs are sticking to his skin as beads of sweat start to form on his temple, and he pushes his hair back with one hand, chanting your name like a prayer and recording every expression you make in his mind.

You can handle his movements but you’re sure the skin around your waist is going to bruise tomorrow from how hard he’s holding you. You’re getting distracted by the way the muscles on his abs flex with every movement that it catches you off guard when he suddenly says, “I love you,” between his soft moans. You shudder at his words, leaning forward to wrap your fingers around his arm, begging for support. “Mark, you’re not fair—“ The rest of your sentence dies when he hits the spot that makes you see stars.

It’s a little bit embarrassing for you, the much more experienced one, to come undone before he does but Mark doesn’t stop, even if you beg him to. “Hold on to me,” he says, smashing his lips against yours and adding, “Just a little bit more, baby,” between kisses.

When he’s finished, your back and legs are aching so much that he has to carry you onto the bed. Mark shakes his pants off before he slides under the blanket next to you. He asks whether you want to shower and you shake your head. “Tomorrow. I can barely stand right now, to be honest,” you comment which earns a light chuckle from him.

You both sigh out loud, staring at the ceiling and trying the process what the fuck just happened.

“Mark?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“I know it’s bad for your health, but do you think you can get drunk more often?”

He giggles at that, turning to his side so he can face you. He looks so sleepy and you let him caress your face with his fingers with the little energy he has left. “Thank you for today,” he says, smiling dreamily. He leans closer to press your temples together, rubbing the tip of his nose to yours in a childish manner before he kisses you softly. He drifts off to sleep soon after.

When you wake up the next morning, still naked and gross from the night before, you realize that yes, small purplish bruises are forming on the skin of your thighs, waist and for sure, your neck. You look to your right, seeing your boyfriend still sleeping soundly with his stomach pressed against your bed and his lips slightly parted. You don’t have the heart to wake him up, but your parents can come home anytime soon and they cannot catch the two of you looking like this.

“Mark,” you softly call, placing a hand on his cheek and rubbing his skin with your thumb. “Mark, wake up.”

He groans, turning his face away from you. You tap his shoulder, run a hand through his dark locks and still nothing. Huffing, you gather the very little energy you have—without coffee in the morning, you’re pretty much nothing—to turn his body around and crawl on top of him.

“Wha—” Mark’s eyes are half-open but don’t stay so for long when he notices how you’re basically straddling his bare abs with your naked body. He panics so much that he begins to flail all over the place and end up falling from the bed and knocking you off his lap in the process.

You break into a train of laughter, pulling some blanket to cover your body. “Guess sober Mark is back.”

“Why are you naked?!” He shrieks, head peeping out from under the bed, and he shrieks louder when he notices that he’s also in his birthday suit. “Why am I naked?!”

“You seriously don’t remember?”

Mark takes a few seconds to himself, trying to process everything that his blurry memories can give and his jaw falls slack on his face when he realizes that, “We had sex!”

“Yeah, we did. Twice.” You giggle, nudging your head toward your desk which is literally in chaos—papers scattered everywhere, books falling to the floor, pens unaligned.

Mark follows your gaze and gapes harder. “Shit, yeah, on that desk—I remember—wait, but how?! Why—” He looks like he’s physically hurting trying to remember every detail, and probably that’s his hangover talking.

“Want some aspirin?”

He pouts rather cutely. “Yes, please.” When you step down from the bed, leaving your blanket behind, Mark blushes and immediately turns his face away, unconsciously letting out a girly yelp as he does so.

“Umm, babe?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re naked.”

You stifle down a laugh. “Yes, I noticed. And so are you.”

Mark covers his bottom half with a pillow, face flushed. “C-can you put some clothes on?”

You were planning to, but seeing him react like this makes you re-think your decision. “Mark, we literally had sex twice yesterday.”

“I know, don’t say it!” He hides his face behind his palm. “It’s still embarrassing for me.”

“You certainly weren’t embarrassed last night,” you tease, “You even asked whether you could eat me out—”

“GAH!” He has both hands covering his ears, turning his entire body around to hide his face but the way his ears are going red is contradicting his action.

“Mark, look at me.”

“No way in hell!”

Smirking to yourself, you slowly walk to his spot, not covering even an inch of yourself. When you call him again, softer this time, Mark makes a mistake and throws you a glance. He’s no longer able to take his gaze off you after that.

You spread your legs, sitting on the pillow he has on his lap and wrapping both legs around his waist. Pressing your chest to his, you lean close to his ear. “Wanna go for another round?”

Mark gulps.

***

[aikoiya]

Omg, SAME!! Fudge! I was just a kid when the show was on TV! I used to stay up late just to watch it! Aaaaahhh!!! The nostalgia!!!

I loved that show! Golisa was probably one of my first ships.

Which, BTW, thank you for bringing that up because now I can't get the idea of FD with Goliath voice outta my head! And, dude... Now, I can envision him in the thinking pose from the thousand year sleep.

I used to really enjoy Native culture, like, a lot myself. It's just so interesting, but I've also got interests in so many other cultures that I think I've let that one go for a long time.

Culture & mythology is just cool, dude!

True... The problem is that Ganon is a special case. The way I see Demise's incarnation isn't so much that Ganondorf is his literal reincarnation the same way that Link & Zelda are FD & Hylia in my mind. Because Demise's soul is trapped inside Fi.

To me, it's more like Ganondorf's soul has what amounts to an infected splinter of raw On'nen.

Ganondorf is his own person with his own soul, but the slinter makes it so that, essentially, his inner devil is louder than normal while his inner angel is gagged & locked inside a trunk.

And that inner devil is accompanied by invasive thoughts that aren't actually invasive thoughts, but is really Demise's influence intentionally encouraging him to do whatever brings him closer to his goal. Which is Hyrule's complete destruction.

And you could think of it being representative of that infected splinter I mentioned. With the infection spidering all over his eternal soul.

This also comes with an innate desire for power & an enjoyment of combat, plus a few other things.

Anyway, this is how I portray that Ganondorf is under the influence of Demise, while also allowing him to maintain autonomy.

Because, this way, it's still ultimately Gdorf's choice what he does. He is still the villain. Still evil.

What causes him to always become so bad is 1) Kōme & Kotake always finding him every time he's born & intentionally raising him to be evil & to indulge in those bad impulses rather than learn to not let them control him & 2) the fact that he always grows up as the only male in a society of all women with no male peers, role models, or father figures. A society where, in OoT at least, he's worshiped as a god.

In this way, he's a product of both bad nature & bad nurture.

Sorry, went on a tangent there.

Anyway, my point is that dude has a splinter of pure, condensed on'nen (怨念, a feeling of hatred, malice, grudge, & resentment that can make ordinary spirits furious & evil ones even more so. What is referred to as Malice or Gloom). Specifically, the on'nen of (at least, in my hc) a higher god who fell from grace & became an arch-akuma. Which... I can't help but think that it'd take a very powerful kishin to manage to swallow that down.

And the 2 most powerful kishin in my hc are both trapped in the cycle of reincarnation.

But, yes. In the case of some other asshole. Most definitely.

Ooo... Now that sounds cool. I wasn't actually thinking about a wolf skull, but if that wouldn't be flippin' cool.

Now, I wonder what the other Links would look like.

Which, BTW, I am so upset that Jojo condensed the Links! There should be 3 other Links! (Though, to be fair, I can understand why Spirit isn't there. He's not technically a hero of Hyrule. Not this Hyrule anyway.)

The Links of ALBW/TFH & FSA are different than Legend & Four!!

Either way, if you ever happen to come across that fiction again, do please send me a link.

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I'd honestly like to see art of Fierce Deity in a Norse style. Specifically with him having very distinct Týr influences. Like, with the Tiwaz rune on his forehead.

Also, wearing a wolfskin headdress.

I think it'd look amazing.

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