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squirreltastrophe · 1 year ago

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SO I WROTE A SILLY SHORT STORY HEHE!!!! :3

OK SO UHHHH. REALLY NERVOUS ABOUT POSTING THIS BUT I GOTTA WORK ON PUTTING STUFF I MAKE OUT THERE SO!!!!

I wrote this little short story for a class and it;s silly and I kinda like how it came out so I went "hmm why don't I post it!" it's about my silly ocs that I post about a lot :3. oh also it has illustrations! oh and disclaimer I'm not the greatest writer ever I just like to get silly with it. I have fun :D.

BUT UH anyway I'm proctrastingating now oops story time

Even the most mundane tasks are so different when you’re dead. Jinny knew this all too well. Sometimes it was convenient; no more need for doors when you can phase through walls! But other times, being dead was extremely lonely. Like when 99% of the human race can’t see (let alone understand) your ghostly form.

But Jinny would never in a million years admit she was “lonely”. How could she be lonely when she had such awesome living friends? Jinny thought about her best friends, Ophelia and Albert, a lot. The three of them were always acting on Jinny’s stupidest ideas and going on adventures. Or, more accurately, Jinny and Ophelia would act on an adventure and drag a begrudging Albert along.

The awesome friendship adventure plan today was to take Albert’s beloved bike to the largest hill they could find and ride down it without using the breaks. At all! When Jinny brought this idea up with her friends, Ophelia had enthusiastically volunteered to be the one on the bike. This was surprising, given how Ophelia had the courage and mind of a field mouse. Jinny figured she was trying to prove something to herself. She tended to do that sort of thing.

Jinny fidgeted with her hair in excitement. Sure she wasn’t actually the one riding the bike, it’d take her too much energy to not phase through the dang thing, but as long as Jinny’s friends were having fun, so was she!

After a walk through the winding streets of suburbia, the three friends arrived at a large hill. Jinny could see Ophelia tense up as they walked to the crest.

“What’s wrong?” Jinny asked, her voice startling Ophelia a bit.

“Uh, I’m fine.” Ophelia replied. “Just a bit nervous. Are you sure I can ride a bike down this hill without breaking my neck?”

“I’m sure whatever happens, it’ll turn out fine. And if you did break your neck, we could be ghost buddies! Pal-tergiests!” Jinny said. Her favorite coping strategy was bad death-related puns. Despite the eyeroll, Jinny could see Ophelia smile a little and relax her shoulders.

The helmet Ophelia was wearing (at Albert’s insistence) cast a shadow over her face, making it sorta hard to see her expressions, but that wasn’t the biggest issue. Jinny could read Ophelia very well— Which made sense, given that Jinny’d known Ophelia for pretty much her entire afterlife! They’d grown up together in the Underworld because of Ophelia’ unique kidnapped-by-demons-when-she-was-a-baby situation. Jinny and Ophelia had run away and come up to the living world for the first time recently. Ophelia’d been positively giddy with all the new creatures and plants they’d found. Before she could zone out even more, Jinny was pulled out of her thoughts by Albert’s reedy voice.

“I still think this seems like a horrible idea.” He said. Albert had a way of doubting Jinny’s plans, though she didn’t see why.

“Even if my impeccable idea ends badly, at least we got to see this view!” Jinny chimed.

The breeze had a tinge of Autumn sweetness to it. The steep hill they were on overlooked the small forest-surrounded town. Jinny could see tiny people and cars on the streets, all living their lives. The town reminded her of an ant colony, always moving and changing.

The Underworld wasn’t like that. Sure, it was full of activity, but ghosts or imps didn’t change in the same way actual living people did. The bustle up here felt… different.

Jinny shook her melancholy away and turned to Ophelia, who was climbing on the bike now.

“Are you ready?” Jinny asked, grinning. Ophelia nodded, her lips pursed together. On the count of three, Albert and Jinny pushed the bike with a heave! Ophelia bolted forward, letting out a squeak. Jinny watched as Ophelia barreled down the hill, the bike bouncing every which way.

“This was probably a terrible idea, huh?” Jinny said.

“Definitely.”

As if on cue, the bike crashed into a crag on the hill and Ophelia flew over the rock like a candy wrapper. Jinny yelped and sped down the hill after Albert.

Ophelia sat at the bottom of the hill, holding a scraped knee, tears rolling down her face. Jinny felt a pit of guilt form in her stomach. She floated next to Ophelia, asking her if she was okay. Ophelia shook her head and blubbered in the same manner as a sopping wet cat. Without speaking, Albert whipped a small first aid kit out of his backpack and started to put some sort of ointment on Ophelia’s nasty-looking cut.

How the heck is he prepared for everything? What does he keep in that backpack? Jinny thought. One time, Ophelia had needed something to dig with, and Albert offered an egg beater he’d had on hand. Not a hand shovel. An egg beater. It also seemed that Albert had a never-ending library of his favorite comics in his backpack. Jinny thought about Albert more than what was considered normal. Or completely platonic. But Jinny was getting lost in her thoughts again.

Ophelia was still sniffling when Albert pulled her to her feet. They were all in agreement that Ophelia should never get on a bike again. And that they should all go home.

That night, the house was still and quiet. Too still and quiet. The house felt like it was holding its breath, waiting for everyone to come back to life in the morning.

Jinny laid on the living room floor, turning the events of the day around in her head. Jinny hated silence. It unsettled her. The quiet drone of the tv— still on even though Ophelia was asleep on the couch— mingled with her self-deprecating thoughts.

I shouldn’t have even made Ophelia get on that stupid bike, Jinny thought. She got hurt because of me. Jinny’s thoughts continued to spiral like this until she realized she kept coming back to one thing: Ophelia bled when she scraped her knee. Jinny couldn’t do that.

Sure, it was trivial to mull over the fact that Jinny couldn’t bleed, being a ghost and all, but this fact just felt like yet another barrier between Jinny and her friends. Another piece of evidence that Jinny was only a paranormal puppet, pretending to be like everyone else. Jinny smiled as she came up with yet another immaculate idea.

I can make myself like them.

- - -

As soon as Jinny saw the morning light stream through the window, she popped up and started to poke Ophelia awake.

“Rise and shine!” Jinny said in a sing-songy, overly-peppy tone. Ophelia simply responded with a series of grumbles and rolled over. Jinny shrugged off Ophelia’s less-than-friendly greeting. “I’m gonna go out! Be back soon!”

Jinny had originally planned to bring her friends on her people watching/mimicking mission too; that was, until she realized they’d probably question why she was taking notes on everyone she saw. It’d be better for everyone if Jinny did this particular activity alone.

Jinny bounced out the front door, notepad in hand. She’d already planned out her entire day, from the places she’d go to the weather she’d expect (lacking the ability to sleep well will do that to you). The main place Jinny had planned to go to was the local park. She floated down the street in that direction, passing through the occasional person.

Jinny arrived at the playground as the sun was approaching its climax. The park was very nice today! The forest encircling the park had a rusty fall time hue. People chattered and wandered like absent-minded mice. Jinny found a bench under a shaded tree and sat. Her leg bounced up and down as she forced herself to focus on the people passing by.

She noticed a woman in a blue coat, leading an eager child to the swingset. She observed the way the sun’s rays bounced off of the fleshy faces surrounding her. She took note of how the people mingled with each other. How they all seemed to effortlessly fit together.

Jinny heard a mischievous laugh from behind her and whipped around. She saw a group of three older kids, plotting together.

“We can’t explore the forest now! My sister’s still watching!” The smallest of them squeaked.

“Oh c’mon! We won’t ever get a chance if we keep stalling! It’s not like she’s paying attention anyway.” The third child ignored the first two, simply reading a book off to the side.

These kids striked Jinny as eerily like her friends. She wished they were with her right now. As the group ran into the forest, Jinny felt inclined to follow. It wasn’t too creepy if she was looking out for them, right?

Jinny followed the kids through clearings and thickets, dandelions and thistles. The forest was teeming with life and sound. Birds sang disjointed songs, creatures skittered everywhere, and ferns swayed with the gentle breeze. Jinny knew the kids couldn’t see her, but she found herself occasionally hiding behind trees anyway. I guess I’m more tense than I thought. Every once in a while, Jinny smiled or giggled to herself when the kids would start bantering with each other.

Jinny found herself distracted by the canopy above her as she floated along. There wasn’t a sun in the Underworld (obviously), so Jinny was endlessly fascinated with how the sunlight danced through different things. Ophelia actually helped her notice this— Ophelia was always realizing little beautiful things around her.

Just as Jinny pulled her thoughts back to reality, she noticed that the quietest of the children was staring straight at her. Or, more accurately, through her.

“Have you guys been hearing that?” The small girl squeaked, turning around to face her friends. “That rustling sound behind us.”

Jinny looked down and realized she had walked right into the middle of a bush while she was lost in her thoughts. Of course the kids could hear her now!

“Now that you mention it, I’ve been hearing it too.” The adventurous one replied.

Jinny felt an alarm begin to blare in her head. It’d be extremely embarrassing if she was caught by�� 5th graders! And it’d be even more embarrassing if she had to admit she’d been taking notes on socialization from these 5th graders!

Jinny bolted away from the little adventurers. She knew she was causing a ruckus, but at this point she couldn’t care less.

- - -

Jinny phased through the front door, walking in on Ophelia and Albert playing a video game. Ophelia was losing repeatedly, as usual. Jinny felt the shame and embarrassment set in as she approached her friends. She’d definitely have to tell them what she’d been up to now. And Jinny hated talking about stupid sappy emotions!

Albert greeted Jinny as Ophelia threw down her controller in frustration.

“What the heck have you been up to all day?” He asked with a chuckle. Jinny’s face got uncomfortably warm. With a sigh, she plopped herself down between her friends. No way she could get out of explaining herself now.

“I… I was observing living people because I thought I could be more like you guys.” Jinny fiddled with her fingers. “I know it’s stupid and it wouldn’t work anyway but-”

“What? Why would you do that?” Ophelia asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

“I dunno!”

“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t mean for that to come out so blunt. I was just wondering why you’d do something like that when you’re so awesome already!” Ophelia continued. Jinny further shrinked into herself with the praise.

“I, for one, think being a ghost is cool and sick and tubular.” Albert said. “Tubular” was an… odd choice of words. But the meaning came across the same.

Jinny smiled a little. Now she just felt silly for worrying so much before. Jinny felt love swell up inside her and pulled her friends in for a hug. She thought back on the experiences she’d had with her pals: watching ice cream drip onto the sidewalk, laughing through badly made rom coms, attempting to befriend stray cats. Jinny realized how warm she felt right now. Not temperature wise (Jinny wasn’t even sure she could feel temperature), but warm in an emotional way.

Jinny had been too wrapped up in mimicry and expectations to realize who she was. But she knew when she found herself, her friends would be waiting with open arms and unending warmth.

YIPEE YAHOO THATS IT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THAT A LIL BIT :3 this is one of the first writing things I've finished in a hot minute so it's very close to my heart!!!! writing is so silly I wanna get better at it hehe

#squirrel scrawls #<- writing tag in case I post my writing more :3 #be nice to me please I am a snivelling pathetic forest creature with an anxiety disorder #ocs #Jinny #Albert #Ophelia #tombmates

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princepipper · 9 months ago

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I'm curious, were you a mod for any of the ask blogs back in 2012-2013? I used to dabble in the Once-ler fandom and I remember some of the major blogs from it, like One and Spook.

Nope! I was the same thing then that I am now, a fan who spends way too much time and effort investing in these characters.

However...

In the actual Once-ler fandom I did briefly mod a blog for an original Once-ler, her name was Mouse-ler and she was a cute and shy little thing. I also had a blog for baby Oncie and Greed haha. Neither made it far and I wasn't good at pumping out art like that for responses, even if it wasn't crucial.

As for the THS fandom, I actually did create a blog for Pip as an OC, but it was late-game and I never made it past a single introduction post! As it stands I wasn't really well acquainted with any mods, mainly just Minty who was teen Swag, and even then it didn't go past interacting on each other's posts really. Most mods have chat history, or nowadays Discord servers where they plan RPs and (usually) become pals. I was never one for that even if I did RP as a kid in the KH fandom, I tend to wing things or go off single prompts haha.

Anyway, my point is that when it comes to running a proper ask blog, the answer is that I was never really a proper mod. But I did enjoy the mini-interactions I had with One, Swag, and the others, all while remaining on my personal account under the guise of a fanged Ditto, LOL. My fave moment is still when I revealed my human persona and Swag called me a "fucking Moogle" (in reference to the silly Ahoge I drew on my sona at the time).

#ask #ths #onceler #??

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moris-i-cant-move-it-anymore · 2 months ago

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💡- i just thought thet making an oc is a good idea since I haven't done it since 2020

❤️ - Moris doesn't currently have a boyfriend but I am up for ideas

✨ - No, Moris isn't part of the cult and Ali is just a mad cat so nope

🎞️ - I think that Moris and Ali would've appeared in the episode 5th as a background character's in the haunted house and be a bit more important in the 6th episode

🌈 - Moris is gay and he identify as a boy, and Ali is a cat.. as long as you will constantly give her treats she'll love ya

⌛ - Moris is 23 and Ali is year and a half old

🏡 - from the characters in the original series, they don't but Moris do have a older brother who lives in Iceland and parents who live in Uk

💼 - Moris Is a barman and he also sell his pottery

⚰️ - Moris was in a close to death situation when he was a kid and Ali was abused as a kitten and thrown out so I guess

📼 - Moris favorite movie is paraNorman

🎧 - His favorite song would probably be either 'Sway to my beat' or 'why would you let me stay here?'

🔪 - no they didn't, But Ali killed a few mouse's and Moris ATE a few bugs

👹- Moris is a human while Ali is a ginger cat

🐾 - Moris doesn't really see Ali as a pet more like a friend but she still counts

💔 - Moris do hate Ignacio, he thinks that he is too aggressive, and Ali hates everyone in general

🚫 - even tho Moris is a really nice and helpful person, he isn't great at socializing and he can't cook soups very well

👍 - the fact that Moris is giving everyone (Even people who are known to be bad people) a chance, and Ali being a cute fur baby

👎 - Moris is a quite naive person by what he was called names like 'boy toy' or 'puppet boy', and Ali is quite aggressive when it comes to anyone

🥀 - the moment when Moris was 7- 10 when his mother was forcing him to play the piano while being quite abusive while doing so, and Ali when she was thrown lut of her home for being the 'ugliest kitten'

🎪 - Moris likes to make pottery, he likes anime styled games (and anime in general), he also enjoys baking and reading, and Ali enjoys getting treats

🗻 - Moris like to be in the haunted house, the forest and candy store, while ali likes to be at home 24/7

I didn't see anyone do this so...

🎃Spooky month oc ask game💀

💡 - How did you come to create this oc and what were you inspired by?

♥️ - Do they have a partner? And if so, are they a canon character or another oc

✨ - Are they part of the cult? What is their role there then?

🎞️ - If your oc existed in the series, in which episodes would they appear and what would change?

🌈 - What is the sexuality and gender identity of your oc?

⌛ - How old is your oc (in age terms)?

🏡 - Do they have any family or are they related to a canonical character?

💼 - Where and what does your oc work?

⚰️ - Do they die at some point or have they had a near-death experience?

📼 - What would be their favorite movie or what movie do you associate with them?

🎧 - What would be their favorite song or what song do you relate to them?

🔪 - Have they ever killed someone?

👹 - Are they humans or something different?

🐾 - Do they have pets or would they like to have one?

💔 - Is there any canon character that your oc hates?

🚫 - Anything your oc CAN'T do?

👍 - What is the best feature of your oc?

👎 - What is the worst feature of your oc?

🥀 - What is the worst moment in your oc's life so far?

🎪 - Any hobbies your oc has?

🗻 - What is your oc's favorite place?

Feel free to tag anyone you want and have fun!

#spooky month #spooky month oc #my oc #my ocs #ali spooky month #moris spooky month #mori spooky month #my ocs <3 #sr pelo spooky month #spooky month sr pelo

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fifty-ten · 2 years ago

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EVERYBODY WELCOME TO

THE FIRST ANNUAL (AND PROBABLY ONLY UNLESS THIS IS FUN) POLL TOURNAMENT WHERE YOU GUYS GET TO VOTE ON WHICH EXTRA SET OF OCS I ADD TO ART FIGHT THIS YEAR

THE POLLS WILL START WHEN I ACTUALLY MAKE THE GRAPHICS (PROBABLY TOMORROW)

DETERMINE THEIR FATES!

(participant information under the read more)

Magical Girl PA•RO•DI - A trio of magical girls who have been tasked with saving the world from darkness. Their story is a pretty by-the-book magical girl story, until someone suggests that the antagonist moves his plans from "covering the world in darkness" to "completely rewrite reality". Characters that would be entered into Art Fight would be Patty, Roxanne, Diane, the mascot, and the magic baby.

Mermaid Lights! Lovely Recovery - A duo of magical girls, one a normal human and one a mermaid, are tasked with protecting all life on earth from a group that is trying to haphazardly mine the earth for all of its resources. Characters that would be entered into Art Fight would be Amber (human), Wave (mermaid), and their mascots.

Colorful Heart Pals - five bioengineered animal-like heroes created to be as marketable as possible. (I'll be real I don't know what's going on with these guys right now (they just recently got clipped from Maroon Z's story) but they're some of the few OCs I have finished designs for & I still like them so they made it on the list. One is a dolphin, one is a raven, one is a mouse, one is a pig, and one is an octopus.)

Phoenix Girl Ashley - a normal everyday girl discovers that she's the reincarnation of a legendary hero known simply as The Phoenix. Now, she finds herself at odds with all sorts of strange magicians from all over the world. Characters that would be entered include Ashley herself and the phoenix hatchling in her care, Phoebe.

AviBattler - A hit mobile game of the fighting genre based off a cult-classic arcade game that was released over 20 years ago. No one knows who developed this new mobile version. Anyways, Avis are the characters in the game, who grow and change based on the player's fighting style and how they train the Avi. Characters that would be entered are Alex (main protagonist) and his Avi (currently unnamed)

PROJECT★Athena - In the not-so-far future of 2030, corporations run the world and robots are commonplace. 15-year-old Tally finds that her aunt has mysteriously disappeared but left her with a USB drive, which Tally uploads into an android she was building for a school project. The USB drive contains an AI with no memory named Pallas. From there on out, the two of them work to solve the mystery of Tally's aunt's disappearance and the truth about Pallas, whose AI is more complex than it seems. Characters entered into Art Fight would be Tally and Pallas.

Sinnohan Coordinators - a set of 5 Pokémon Coordinators from the Sinnoh Region. The main protagonist, Lila, has dreamed of being a coordinator since she was little, and has planned her path to Top Coordinator down to the smallest detail. But from the moment she meets her Piplup and starts traveling, she begins to learn a lot about the world and about herself. Characters entered into Art Fight would be Lila, Theo (friend/sometimes traveling companion?), Junji (main rival), Kiyomi (friendly rival), Oswalda (rival with problems), and Perry (rich boy rival)

Splatoon OCs - Pretty self-explanatory, they're the player characters/Agents from my Splatoon files. Characters that would be entered include Candy (captain), Sorbet (4), Sweet (8), and Gelato (new3)

#TO NOTE: the winner wont' be the only charas added to art fight. i've got some others who are already going to be added in 👍#i just thought this would be fun.#fiftytenpost #oc to art fight poll tournament

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deliciousbasementtrash · 2 years ago

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Hopes and Dreams

Art from the manhwa Memorize

Summary: you are a new Goddess: Hope. You were made for one of the Endless siblings if not all of them, and humanity. You must figure out which sibling you were made for. But what if they don’t want you?

In this chapter you become more comfortable with your powers/gifts. You and Death work together. Dream and you have an encounter and he allows you back into the Dreaming.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x F!Goddess Reader, Dream x OC Reader

Warning: infant death, orphan

Word Count: 2816

Note: This is a continuation series; I’m not sure how long it will be

Part One: Creation; Part Two: Power; Part Four: Pain and Nightmares

Part Three: Roomies with Death and a Deal with Dream

“Oh wow, you weren’t kidding, trying to watch you use your powers is like pulling human teeth!” Death laughed, “How utterly dreadful!”

I rolled my eyes at her, “Oh but Hope all you have to do is listen,” I mocked in a childish voice.

“Pfft, if I’d known you were as stubborn as a mule I’d given you more direction.”

“Please do or I might deem myself as ‘Worst Goddess that has Lived in the History of Ever,’” I exclaimed as I flopped back onto the floor.

“A rather long title don’t you think?” Death laughed as she bit into an apple.

I threw a rude human gesture at her and she laughed harder, throwing her apple core at my head.

“It’s simple. You’re thinking too much. Get out of your head and just perform the function you were created to perform. If you listen you can hear which human needs your gift,” She smiled brightly at me like this was the most watered-down baby-Goddess-proof solution she could muster.

“Death, I am listening, and all I hear is annoying chatter!” I said, throwing my hands up in the air and then let them fall back onto my face.

Death tried to hide her smile by pinching her full lips together, but failed, and started laughing.

“Death is laughing in my face, how very poetic,” I looked at her, my face void of emotion.

This only seemed to make her laugh harder, as she plopped herself down on the floor next to me. She motioned for me to sit up, and begrudgingly I did.

She grabbed my shoulders and made me look her in the eyes, “You are not human. When I say listen I don’t just mean with your ears,” her long dark finger ran along the tip of my ear. Making me shiver.

I scanned her face, trying to decipher what the Endless meant, “Shall I try listening with my eyes then? Perhaps my nose?”

“Yes!” Death yelled with a big smile on her face as she shook my shoulders.

“I was kidding. What on Earth are you talking about?” I said looking absolutely perplexed at the woman.

Death shook her head, “You are a Goddess, Artemea. Your gifts lay beyond human physicality. Act like it. Listen with your whole body and mind. Let go of the physical world around you and let the humans come to you. Because believe me; they will.”

Doubt and determination swirled in my mind like a cat and a mouse giving chase. I closed my eyes, exhaled all the air in my lungs, and listened.

At first, there was nothing. No noise, no light, no air. But then...

There was everything.

Millions of people living their lives. A barber cutting hair, hoping the client would like the outcome. The client in the chair hoping his job interview would go well. A farmer hoping for rain. A mother hoping for a healthy baby. A child hoping his crush would like him back. An old woman hoping her grandson would visit.

It was everyone. It was everything.

And it wasn’t loud or overwhelming. It just… was.

Comfort bloomed in my chest as I watched them, finally seeing beyond what my eyes can see. Finally hearing beyond what my ears could hear. I was listening with my whole mind, body, and soul.

I looked over at my side and I saw Death smiling at me.

“Can you see them too?” I ask completely breathless, completely in awe.

“I see the ones that need me,” she said, nodding her head to the side. To a mother and father sleeping in bed with their infant between them.

My heart stopped in my chest.

“They have so much love for him, so much hope,” I say pleading with Death. Even though I know there is no use. The child was already gone. I looked her with tears streaming down my face, “They tried for a baby for years; it was their biggest dream. Their greatest hope.”

Death smiled a terribly sad smile, “I know. That’s why I need your help. While I guide little Charlie, I need you to guide his parents. They will need you, Hope, now more than ever.”

Determination the cat ate the mouse of doubt in my brain, as I nodded. This was far bigger than me and my worries. This was humanity, and they needed me. This was my purpose, my function.

Death reached out her hand and again I took it. We flew together. One a creature with dark wings, The Bringer of Death. The other a creature with white wings, The Bringer of Hope.

Both creatures brought love and peace.

When my feet hit the cool wood floor I could already hear screaming and crying. My hands started to shake as their grief filled my mind like it was my own. I took a shaky breath in and out and walked into their room.

The mother of the child was trying to breathe air into the infant’s still lungs. The father was staring at a wall. Blank. No tears. No screaming. No reaction to his wife’s efforts.

I walked to the mother. Gently I grabbed her chin, which was wet from tears, snot, and spit. I held her tight to my chest and I let her sob into me. I absorbed every scream, every hit, every sob. I took them all in because her grief needed somewhere to go. It was too big. Too all-encompassing.

I let the feeling of cool rain tapping against a windowsill, with a cozy blanket, and a warm cup of tea, bleed from my skin. Shankia felt the most peace from that. From a simple sort of comfort. I gave her that, and more.

Every happy little gurgle her little Charlie made, every moment she and her husband danced in the kitchen together, every moment of joy and hope in her life I gave to her at this moment. She looked up at me with unseeing eyes.

“My baby is gone,” she scream and cried.

I held her tighter, “I know,” I softly guided her head toward her husband, “but he is not.”

Shankia tore from my side quickly and ran to her husband. The husband saw her and broke from his trance. He held her tight to him. Both of them rocked and comforted each other.

I filled the room with a sense of love, comfort, and hope. All of the grief and sadness that came from them, transformed it into something more.

I may not be an angel of life, but I can bless a woman and man with hope.

I presented myself in front of them, spreading my wings, and letting that warm glow illuminate my skin. I looked them both in the eyes. Their eyes widened in shock.

I smiled a sad smile and bent to my knees so that I would be at eye level with them.

“Charlie will not be your last child. I see your future and you two will have a large loving family. The kind you both have dreamed of,” I held both their faces in my hands.

Shankia nodded, and I knew deep her soul she believed me, she had hope.

David had tears running down his face, and he bowed his head and prayed to his Christian God.

Shankia boldly reached over and kissed my cheek. She didn’t say anything else, but I knew, we both knew that she was grateful.

I rose slowly and filled the room with the hope and the promise of a growing family.

Death met me outside of their home, her arms crossed, concern on her face, “Are you alright?”

I nodded, in truth I was alright, but Hope is not light work.

Death hugged me tight, and when she pulled away, I asked her, “Who’s next?”

She smiled, and we went on performing our function together.

For thirty years.

Until the call to the realm of Dreams became too strong. Every night when I went to sleep, I still heard people calling out for Hope. Even when they slept they called to me. Begged me to end their nightmares.

I fought that call for as long as I could. But it wore me down over time like a boulder being eroded by a persistent current. The calls became louder and louder each day, each hour, each minute. I wasn’t sure if it was the realm that called to me, its residents, or the dreaming humans. Maybe it was a combination of all of the above.

Each night I went out and gave the sleeping humans hope. Not once had I run into Dream, but I felt him in the back of their mind, watching me.

One night a particular loud human called to me in the night. She was scared, alone, and young. She begged for someone to save her. She hoped someone would.

I could not resist her. I flew to her mind quickly without abandon.

She was standing in the street, watching her parents burn in her childhood home. Over and Over again. As soon as the screaming stopped it started again.

Anger filled my chest at the cruelty of it. My power lashed out at the scene, quickly changing it to the childhood creek she adored.

The girl was shaking and crying as I took her into my arms and rocked her. I did as I always did and gave her comfort, peace, and hope.

“What are you doing here?” The man who lurked in the back of her mind asked.

I looked up from the small human woman I cradled and saw the owner of the voice.

“She has lost her mother and father in an accident. She does not need fear and nightmares right now, Dream. She is not strong enough for that reflection. What she needs now is me. She needs hope,” I softly brushed the hair from her face as I said it. A cooing lullaby that she would never hear.

“Who are you to decide?” He did not yell or scream. He was soft with this question, he genuinely wondered.

My eyes slowly left the small girl and trailed upward toward Dream. Despite his soft tone anger filled my chest.

“I am the Goddess of Hope as you seem to frequently forget. If you are annoyed that you keep running into me, and I disrupt your work, maybe you should give the humans more dreams than nightmares. The world is dark enough in the waking world for some, they do not need it in the sleeping world as well.” As I say the words, I realize how my time working with Death has made me more jaded, and more protective of humans. It was not right of me to demand the King of Dreams make fewer nightmares just because I was sick of the injustice of the waking world. But I did not take back my words.

Dream perched his lips and said, “I have not forgotten,” his voice deepened as he walked closer to me, “You seem to have drawn the attention of my siblings. When did you start living with Death?”

“When you turned me away. Death found me a few days later comforting a dying man and giving him some comfort before she came. Your sister is a very kind woman,” I looked into Dream’s eyes as I said it. I wanted him to know that I wasn’t afraid of him. That if he did anything to me, he’d have his sister to answer to.

“Thirty years ago,” he stated, I quickly looked up at him, confused as to why he remembered how long it’s been. “Death spoke to me about you. I trust my sister's judgment. She agrees that for some reason you were created for us to work together. You are welcome to the Dreaming whenever you are ready.”

“Death has been talking to you?” I asked, utterly perplexed. I told her about the feeling. About how the realm calls to me. She asked me if her realm calls to me the same way. I told her it didn’t. Now the conversation is making me wonder how much Death has told her brother.

I think Death also knows that I am ready for a change. That even though I loved our work together, and I love Death herself, I have grown too stagnant.

“My sister can be very persuasive. She has told me of all the good work you have done together. I wonder if we will have the same outcome,” Dream said, bending down toward my face. His long, bony finger brushed a strand from the little girl’s face.

“The reason I was here tonight wasn’t to tell you that either. I came to give this little girl a dream,” and with a wave of his hand the scene I created of the creek disappeared. And a beautiful, more concrete scene took its place.

It was the creek exactly how she remembered it. The exact bees buzzed in the air. The air smelled of fresh linen from the morning laundry that was drying. And the sun was not too hot or cold.

I smiled at the girl as she stopped crying beneath me. I then filled her with my power. I gave this little girl Hope. I spoke to her in a language only her subconscious would know. I told her of all that she would be, of what her parents wanted for her, and that I see it in her future. That this pain will always be there, but there will be an after.

My hands glowed bright and warm as I instilled my gift into her chest.

The gift of Hope.

The gift of the desire for more.

The gift of knowing she’d see them again after she has lived the life she is supposed to live.

I slowly opened my eyes and the girl seemed brighter, I smiled and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. She lightly brushed my wing and giggled. When she looked at Dream I thought she may cower and hide.

But she did not. The little girl ran up to Dream and wrapped her little arms around his legs.

Dream looked at me, his eyes wide and his mouth partly open.

I smiled at them both and laughed, “See what a little Hoping and Dreaming can do for a person?”

Dream looked at me with a strange look in his eye that I couldn’t place.

The little girl tugged on Dream’s star coat and yanked on one of my feathers.

“I know how to catch a crawdaddy!” She said, her two front teeth were missing and it made her sentence whistle.

I smiled and threw her high in the air and caught her. Her laughing turned into incoherent snorts and giggles, “You will have to teach us how then, little one.”

Dream looked at me like I was the strangest creature he had ever seen in all his plentiful time. But he took the little girl from my arms and smiled brightly at her.

Something stalled in my chest at the sight. Dream was smiling.

“I have time to catch one crawdad with you, then we will have to go, little love,” Dream spoke gently to the girl like he was nervous she would change her mind and start being scared of him.

And so an Endless, a Goddess, and a five-year-old girl from Louisiana caught a crawdad together. Once we did, we both hugged and told the little girl goodbye for now.

As we walked away Dream offered his elbow for me to take, “I haven’t seen your work in person before. Death was right,” he said, bowing his messy-haired head. Almost embarrassed.

I raised an eyebrow at him in question.

Dream stammered, “Hope is a beautiful thing.”

Blood rushed to my cheeks, “So are dreams. Thank you for allowing me into your kingdom again, Dream.” I spoke quickly, trying to get the words out. I didn’t want to seem like I was clinging hard to what was said.

Dream shook his head, “I am unsure if you are a gift made for me, but as Death said, there is no way to know without trying.”

I bit my lip and nodded, “Maybe I am just a gift for all to use.”

Dream gave me another strange look, and I smiled back at him.

One moment we were in humans’ dreams, and the next we were in his Kingdom.

It was like I was breathing for the first time in months. I couldn’t help the sound of relief that came from my mouth. Nor the bright smile.

Dream awkwardly pointed me to a room and muttered a soft, “There,” and walked away.

I walked into my room at the Dreaming with more hope and excitement than I’d had for a long time.

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lubdubsworld · 3 years ago

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The Devil’s Own.

Jungkook x OC

Mafia Au!

Warnings : Non-Con ! Manipulation, Degradation, Shitty hero with no redeeming Qualities you have been warned. ( i mean he does get better but not much.)

Summary : Just Mob Boss Jungkook doing mob boss things.

Chapter 1

“ Sign it. ”

I glared at him, feeling sick at the tone. The entitlement.

“No.” I said sharply and I could feel his anger swelling, morphing into something dangerous and deadly but I couldn’t care anymore. I was tired. Exhausted. This cat and mouse game had gone on , long enough. It wasn’t an even playing field, in any sense of the qword.

If today was the day I died, so be it. I would accept it. I would even welcome it.

I was done.

He had everything : an empire at his beck and call , enough money to pave the streets of Seoul in gold and an army of loyal associates behind him. His face was plastered on Billboards across the country , the President posted pictures of him on his fucking SNS and delegates from other countries had to wait weeks , just to get an appointment with the youngest billionaire South Korea had ever seen.

And yet none of those white collared dignitaries saw this side of him. The dirty, violent ruthless man who had more blood on his hands than anyone else in the country. My father’s. My brothers’.

Jeon Jungkook was both the most revered business man in the country and the undisputed king of Seoul’s criminal underbelly.

“You defiance only makes me want to break you in other ways Elena.” He said warningly and I felt my throat go dry. I stared at him, wondering how someone could look so expensively gorgeous and yet, like a hardened criminal.

The expensive silk shirt, the fitted slacks and the handmade shoes ought to clash with the dark ink that covered his entire arm and neck, the piercing on his eyebrow and the glint of metal on his tongue but it didn’t.

It just all came together to make him the most attractive man in existence.

I took a deep breath. Perhaps begging was the way to go?

“ You have my father’s company. You have my brother’s Hospital and you have the family mansion. It’s all yours. This bakery belongs to my mother. It’s all I have left of her. My sister in law is pregnant , due any day. She needs a place to stay and I don’t… I don’t have money to rent anywhere else.” I said desperately, thinking of the paltry wage I earned waiting tables. I could barely afford food for myself let alone for Jisoo and the baby on the way.

The bakery was abandoned but it had a roof. The furniture was crumbling but I could fix that. If I didn’t have to worry about rent, I could save up enough to make it livable. At least till I got a better job.

“I’ve offered you solutions for all of that.” He reminded me softly, eyes trained unblinkingly on me and I stared at him.

“I’m not going to be your whore.” I felt my voice shake.

He grimaced.

“You aren’t qualified to be my whore. And I don’t need one either. Whores are not my thing. I have a beautiful fiancée, don’t you remember? ” He grinned. I felt my heart ache because that fiancée was once my best friend. The only person I had trusted with my entire life. Lisa had betrayed my trust, had spied on my father’s operations and brought him down and I had the horrible, horrible inkling that she had also had something to do with my father and brother’s untimely death in a car crash.

But I couldn’t think about that. Every time I thought about her my heart broke and head spun, and I had to be at my maximum mental capacity if I was going to deal with her heartless fiancée.

“ If you ask me, you’re not fit for anything more than a back alley blowjob for a couple bucks. But Hoseok thinks you have potential. Join his agency, there are a lot of very wealthy men who have a bone to pick with your father. He made a shit ton of enemies. Most of them would love to fuck the defiance out of you. ”

His words felt like worms crawling all over my skin and I could feel the nausea churn inside me.

“I’m not signing the bakery over. You can call the creditors. I still have another year and half to pay the one remaining loan and they won’t come for me till then.” I felt my head begin to throb and Jungkook sighed.

“Suit yourself.” He stood up and I stayed still, watching his tall frame tower over me with ease. He gave me a small bitter smile. It was fraught with hatred and I stared back at him, knowing the emotion was probably mirrored in my gaze.

“Beautiful Elena. As pretty as the day you left me at the altar.” He smirked and I flushed.

“Your vengeance is petty and pointless and unfair…just like you.” I said angrily, frustration building u at his words. The way he talked about our broken engagement like it even mattered. It hadn’t even been real. We had hardly spoken and my father had called the wedding off at the last moment. But apparently, that had been the last straw for the Jeons. They had come after my father’s entire existence with a single minded intent to destroy him and they had succeeded. The man was dead . His two sons were dead.

But apparently it wasn’t enough.

Jungkook stared at me, slipping his hands into his pockets.

“Maybe. But it’s also deadly and potent. And it won’t rest until I see you reduced to nothing but a whore on the streets, spreading your legs for every man who can afford you.” He laughed. “ Saying no is a luxury , one that you’ll soon be unable to afford.”

I refused to be cowed, refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing that his words scared me. Because they did.

They scared me so damn much.

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“This bed is so lumpy… I’m so sorry, unnie..” I said apologetically but Jisoo shook her head quickly, palms cupping my face as I held her elbows, gently lowering her to the bed. I stared at her feet, feeling my heart race at how swollen they looked. That can’t be normal, a voice whispered and

I didn’t know if that was normal and I had no money to take her to a clinic. The social center we usually went to only allowed three visits per month and we had used it all up. I wanted to throw caution to the wind and spend the thirty thousand won it would take but that would mean no groceries for a week and surely bread and eggs wouldn’t stretch that long, even if I could sneak meals in the restaurant for myself.

“I’ve been feeling a little dizzy…I’ll just sleep.” She said tiredly. She was thirty six weeks along, not due for another four weeks but her blood pressure was erratic. Her lab numbers were oscillating and there had been talks of an emergency c section. Even with insurance it was way more than I could afford but I had my own jewelry, a few expensive trinkets from my teenage years. I’d been obsessed with diamonds and my father had indulged me and I had a pair of earrings left. I’d already sold the rest but this would take care of the medical bills for the birth itself.

“My shift starts in ten minutes. I have to go. Give me a call if you need anything…” I said softly and I saw the familiar blank and listless look come into her eyes. I knew she was depressed, dealing with grief and pregnancy and loss but there was nothing I could do for her. Nothing. I had applied for a bunch of other jobs but they never wrote back. It wasn’t easy, being rejected over and over again but it wasn’t like there was much else I could do. And the truth was I was resigned to this, accepted that at some point I would have to take more loans and be stuck in an endless cycle of debt for the rest of my life.

And I had made peace with that.

There was no future for me. And I was okay with just surviving.

If only Jungkook would let me.

Apparently, watching me wipe down greasy tables and mop up floors and toilets trying to earn just enough to get a few square meals didn’t soothe his anger. It only fueled it. Jungkook couldn’t fathom that it had been six whole months of me on the streets of Seoul and I wasn’t completely destitute yet. I’d kept myself and my sister in law alive, safe and it pissed him off.

He wanted to see me broken and on my knees, begging him for help. The idea of me somehow surviving despite him taking everything away from me, it just didn’t sit well with him.

I couldn’t afford to have him as an enemy so all I could really hope was that one day he would wake up and give up. One day he would just wake up and decide that I wasn’t worth it.

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When I walked into my shift and noticed a familiar pair of high heeled Louboutins , completely out of place in my seedy place of employment, I knew I was in trouble. Lisa sat against one of the booths and her gaze was fixated on the door which meant she was waiting for someone. And when her eyes narrowed at the sight of me, I just knew I was the someone.

She wants to get me fired.

It wasn’t rocket science and I felt the urge to turn right back around and leave. But I tamped down on it. I could get through this. I would get through this. Lisa and Jungkook got off on invoking reactions and I wouldn’t give them that.

Except it wasn’t that easy.

It was a nightmare, watching her demand and reject and walk all over me but the sleeplessness from the past few days made spacing out easier and I just stared away at the wall as she yelled and complained and made a scene.

“You’ve stopped fighting? Finally giving up? Good…” She hissed when the manager apologized to her and told me to meet him after my shift and I felt myself tremble in indignation.

“I won’t fight you or Jungkook, you and I both know I can’t afford to.” I said quietly and she went still, something flashing in her eyes for a second. It was gone before I could fully process it but it had been there. Guilt.

Lisa wasn’t a terrible human. She had been a dear friend. We had grown up together and she had even hugged and teased me when I’d been betrothed to Jungkook, all those years ago. I had been twenty back then, naïve and spoiled. While Jungkook had taken my father’s entire legacy apart, piece by piece, Lisa had been nothing more than a pawn. I remembered all the times I had let her home, how she would disappear for lengths of time.

Planting bugs all over the house. All over his office. Jungkook had been smart. Someone like Lisa, so fascinated by thr wealth she had grown up around would naturally jump at the idea of more. It wasn’t greed. It was human nature. And with her help he had destroyed everything my father had built over decades.

I shuddered. My father hadn’t been a good man. He had been greedy, yes. But he hadn’t deserved to die. And Jungkook would have to pay for that sin, someday.

“There’s a job waiting for you in Hoseok’s club.” She smiled cruelly , “ you don’t need this one.”

“The fact that you want to take it away from me, tells me that maybe there’s nothing left in you save.” I said blankly and she turned her nose up at me.

“I have Jungkook. I don’t need to be saved.”

I shook my head. She was so naïve. Men like Jungkook cared for nothing but themselves. But I wondered if women like her didn’t care for anything but the money that came with being his. Money was precious, I thought bitterly. I’d never realized how privileged I had been until I’d had it all ripped away.

“He’s the one you need saving from. And one day you’ll realize that.” I shrugged, not in the mood to offer her anymore life advice. If she was alright with being a trophy wife in exchange for a few pretty shoes that was her prerogative.

Before she could reply, my phone rang.

“Hello?” I asked nervously and I felt my heart drop to my knees when I heard who it was.

I turned on my heel rushing inside and my manager gave me a look of surprise.

“ My sister..she’s… she’s sick. I need to go.” I said desperately and his eyes narrowed. It was the worst timing. He was already annoyed because of Lisa and I stared in disbelief as he quickly shook his head.

“No. I’m sorry Elena…I just can’t let you leave like that…” He said sharply.

It was so unfair.

“I haven’t taken a single day off in five months…” I said desperately..” Please, she’s pregnant..She needs me, she-“

“If you leave, you won’t have a job to come back to. I can’t do this.. First you make trouble with a customer and now you just want to walk out in the middle of your shift without any notice…”

“Fine. Fire me.” I snapped, because I’d just had enough of it. I was exhausted, and tomorrow I’d go knocking on some other tore and I’d get a job. I lived in Seoul …How hard could it be? For now, I had to get to Jisoo. I had to get the hospital and things would be okay.

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It wasn’t okay.

“I… You want to keep her in? So soon?”

“Her blood pressure is through the roof. There are signs of severe pre eclampsia and we want to get her started on a magnesium drip. Steroids to help the baby’s lungs incase we need to deliver…”

“Deliver..?” I couldn’t breathe.

“Yes, I’m sorry…. If her blood pressure doesn’t come down we’re going to have to deliver.”

I nodded, glancing at the bed where Jisoo was sleeping, her face swollen and I knew that she was sick. Really sick. She looked pallid and ill.

“Is she going to be okay?” I asked hoarsely.

“We’re going to do what we can… But I’m going to be honest, we’re looking at a c section, a lot of meds and also some time in the NICU for the baby…. Can you afford it? Your sister’s insurance only covers 80% .”

I blinked, completely thrown. White noise rushed through my ears, a dull throb settling right at the base of my skull and beginning to spread all the way to my arms and back. It was panic mixed wth anxiety mixed with despair and I couldn’t quite cope. The earrings wouldn’t cover all that.

“Oh… Oh..yeah.” I said dully, “ Of course I can… Let me just…. Can I have a moment? There’s somethings I need to do.”

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I carefully slipped the cash into the envelope, swallowing as I sat on the pavement. I’d got another call from the hospital, they had administered the steroids but Jisoo’s condition seemed to be worsening. They wanted to try inducing labour soon but they wanted me to pay for the room and for the medicines, and apparently, the earrings weren’t as valuable as I thought they were.

I fought nausea wrapping arms around myself as I stared at the cars whizzing by, the putrid city air clogging my lungs as I tried to come to terms with what was happening. Jisoo needed help. She was the only one left and she carried my brother’s son. I felt my throat clog when I thought of Daehwan. He had been a good guy. I had loved him. It wasn’t fair, what Jungkook had done to my family, I thought miserably .

And the only reason I wasn’t driven by vengeance or anger was because I was nothing like Jungkook. I hated him. I didn’t want him to live in my head, didn’t want to waste any part of myself on him , not even my anger. But it was hard when he wouldn’t let me breathe, always at my heels like a wolf : jaws snapping and blood thirsty eyes trained on me at all times. I couldn’t fathom his obsession sometimes. Surely, his hatred was uncalled for now? He’d taken everything from me anyway.

There was a dull roaring in my ears, one that said that this was not really a surprise. I’d thought about it way too often, had considered it countless times. Had even spent one absolutely horrifying evening scouring the streets of Seoul’s red light district just to see how sex workers behaved.

I’d also realized that in the face of desperation, dignity didn’t hold much value.

You are going to pay your debts on your back and on your knees.

The first time Jungkook had thrown it at my face, eyes glinting with glee, my stomach had rebelled so hard. I’d been absolutely infuriated, had thrown a vase at him. And it had been awful, watching him catch it out of the air with ease, his mocking laughter making my bones rattle as he shook his head, “ That’s how this ends, Elena. Mark my words.”

And it was pitiful , that he went through life so consumed with hatred and vindictive cruelty that he couldn’t leave me alone . He was pathetic. That’s how I saw him. A pathetic child who refused to stop tormenting the helpless ant on the floor although it was no match for his cruelty.

At some point Jungkook was going to win. And his idea of winning was seeing me stripped bare of the one thing that kept me alive : my freedom.

It had just happened sooner than I’d thought.

Because I knew what it would mean, to go to Hoseok. He would own me. Hoseok’s whores were all slaves, tangled in his web so badly that there was no hope of escape. He wasn’t cruel but he was smart. No one left the his ‘ agency’ once they went in. I would be lost, forever. And I couldn’t stomach it.

I stared at my knees, fists clenched on the fabric of my skirt. I grabbed my phone, scrolling through the contacts. I considered it carefully. I had to do this on my terms. Had to make sure I retained some sort of control here.

And I knew just how to do it.

Hoseok picked up on the third ring.

“Hello.”

“I need help.” I croaked out.

The deep chuckle made my skin crawl.

“Elena Gong. What a wonderful, wonderful surprise. What can I do you for?” He drawled.

“Well sweetheart, I’m all out of charity so you’re going to have to make it worth my while.”

I took a deep breath.

“I’m a virgin.” I whispered.

The line went completely silent.

“What?” The amusement in his voice died.

“You heard me and I’ll let you cash in on it. I’ll let you auction it off…” I tamped down on the burning protest in my lung, the screaming inside my head that said it was horrifying, that I was considering this. “ But only if you keep my terms.”

“What makes you think you have a say in that.” He said sharply and I laughed.

“I belong to your world, Hoseok. Did you forget that we were friends, once.” I whispered and he didn’t reply.

Laughter, kindness, a big brother I could always count on, hobi oppa, nine year old me with my fingers curled around his wrist as we ran all around the gardens , a smile so wide that he could spread sunshine on the gloomiest days. Different from Jungkook and Namjoon and Yoongi and the others. Willing to include a ‘ girl’ in his playtime. Lisa and I the only girls, not even fazed watching as the rest of them wielded toy guns and mock interrogation scenes, pretending to kill and maim and torture because that was the world we were born into.

“We’re not friends, Elena. Let’s get that straight. The only part of you that holds any value to me is th part between your legs. So tell me, what do you want.”

“When was the last time you auctioned off someone’s virginity? You know how much money you can make off something like that. Not just from the sale itself but from the entire night. Your club… Your gaming hell…. All of it.”

“You expect me to believe you’re a virgin. At twenty seven.” He scoffed.

“Put the word out, everywhere. If you find one man who says he’s slept with me , I’ll back off.”

“That would require me to tarnish your family name. And you’re alright with that?”

I smiled biotterly.

“Isn’t that what you and your precious Jungkookie want? To see the last living Gong, be labeled as a whore and a slut.”

He didn’t reply.

“I’ll give you that. You can do it… You know that will only interest more people. As Jungkook so eloquently put it, most of them would love to fuck the defiance out of me.”

“What’s the catch. What do you want. ”

“2 billion won.” I said firmly “It will be one night. One night only and I want enough money to pay off every one of my father’s debts, to get me an apartment for my sister in law and to support her and her baby for a year at least.”

“Done.” He said without missing a beat and I went still. What must it be like, to throw around money like that without a care in the world. And it sickened me that Jungkook was probably ten times as rich as Hoseok , the money my father owed him and his associates not even pocket change in comparison to his gargantuan wealth and yet, he stayed on my heels, snapping his jaws like a dog with a bone.

“And Jungkook doesn’t get to watch.” I said softly, knowing exactly what Jungkook would get off on.

That made Hoseok laugh.

“You know him too well. I keep forgetting he was madly in love with you once.”

I resisted the urge to vomit. Jungkook didn’t know love. He knew ownership. He didn’t love me, he thought he owned me. That I was his to play with…. For the rest of his life. And when my father had denied him that, just like a toddler in a toy store being denied a shiny toy to break and trample on, he had thrown a temper tantrum.

Except his tantrums always ended in death and destruction.

“That’s the deal. He doesn’t turn up there to gloat.”

“He’s heading out to Switzerland for a week , two days from now.” Hoseok said evenly.

“Good then. My sister in law…she “ I swallowed. “ She’s in a hospital in Yongsan. I’ll send you the address.”

“I’ll take care of it. But I want you here tonight. I’m not going to drop a couple billion won on your head without making sure I’m getting my money’s worth. And I can’t have you changing your mind and bolting either. My reputation is on the line here. If I put out the word that I’m serving something so fucking delicious and then back out, they’re not going to want to buy Hobi’s wares anymore. You understand what I’m saying darling?” Hoseok drawled and I knew exactly what he was saying. If I agreed to this, it was blanket consent for him to whatever he wanted.

“I won’t back out. I can’t. But this is one night. One night with whichever bastard you choose and that’s it. I want out. I don’t want you or Jungkook hounding me again. Ever.” My voice shook as I dug my fingers into my knees.

“My men will be there in ten minutes. Sit tight, princess.”

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I stared at Hoseok as he carefully poured me a finger of whiskey, neat. He gave me a smirk and I shrugged.

“you remember.” I said casually, throat itching because it had been way too long since I’d had quality alcohol. I missed the burn, the warmth , the numbness that followed.

“Of course I do. You could drink all of us under the table with little effort. It was spectacular.” He laughed and I leaned back against the couch, letting my head fall back.

“I was half certain that you would have a doctor around to make sure I’m a virgin.” I stared at him and he shrugged. “ Pointless. You’re twenty seven, you’ve probably had stuff up there anyway… Not like your hymen’s still going to be intact.”

I thought it was rather horrifying, that I didn’t feel nearly as mortified as I should. This was how Hoseok talked, matter of fact and open and that was why he was so popular. Anytime an important person came into the country, Hobi was the one who offered entertainment for the night. Hobi’s girls were always the prettiest, most well behaved and perfect. They were educated, knew what they were talking about and he didn’t force them into the life. They loved it, enjoyed it and it showed.

Not to say he was a saint.

Far from it.

Hoseok knew how to dine with kings in castles but also how to wrestle with swine in the gutter. The seedy brothels in Seoul’s back alleys were his as well, and he ruled his kingdom with an iron hand. The prostitutes there feared him, one look or word enough to silence any rebellion, any thought of escape.

He was called Hope. And yet somehow that was exactly what he denied the women under him. There was no hope here. There was only lust and power and money. You came to Hobi…. You never left .

I took the glass he offered, taking a small sip, savoring the taste.

“But you believe me. I wonder why.” I watched him closely and he scoffed.

“Between your father and Jungkook, no one ever really had the pluck to come anywhere near you did they?”

Undisputable.

I sighed, leaning back to stare at him.

“Do you think dying hurts?” I asked softly.

It was frightening, how his entire body went stiff, eyes wide and jaw dropping.

“Elena, what the fuck-“

“Its just a question. You’ve killed people. You’ve watched them die… how do you think they feel?” I asked , curious.

“None of them wanted to die. If that’s what you’re asking.” The look in his eyes made me nervous.

I stared at him and the question was obvious. None of them wanted to die, but do you?

I didn’t.

“I’m not thinking of killing myself , oppa. Stop looking so horrified.” I laughed. He shook his head.

“ Don’t joke about that. It’s not fucking funny.”

I sobered up, remembering with a jolt. Ah, of course.

“I’m sorry. I forgot.” I said quietly.

Hoseok’s little sister had killed herself when I was seventeen. She was a year older than me and her father had lost her in a wager to a seventy year old man, known for torturing his bedmates. She had heard the news, taken a deep breath and taken a deep dive off the seventeeth floor of the condo where she lived with her mother.

I’d been engaged to Jungkook by then. And I had almost wanted it. Jungkook wasn’t old at least… twenty one to my seventeen.

“Just so you know, he’s going to find out. And he’s not going to like it.”

I shrugged. Three years is a long time to be preyed upon and now my mind was resigned to a life of being hunted. Hoseok was right. Jungkook would find out and he wouldn’t like it.

Good.

“I don’t care what he does anymore. All I care is that Jisoo and the baby are left out of whatever plans he has…. If you promise me you’ll keep them safe , I’ll cooperate.”

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It was a baby boy.

I stared, fingers itching to hold the baby but it was impossible, the little one whisked away to the NICU right after with respiratory distress and Jisoo had gone into a seizure, eyes rolling back into her eyes.

She as alright now, resting in a VIP room with the best care money could buy. Hoseok had asked me if I was happy with the arrangements, and if I would name the boy after him.

I stared at the room, large and breezy and filled with flowers and gifts, toys and baby stuff and I knew right then that I had sealed my fate. I was going to have to go through with this. I could imagine how much Jisoo would protest when she came to her senses. The only relief was that it would take her a few days to be good enough to fight or protest. But then this would all be over and done with.

Jungkook would leave this afternoon. His flight was at three.

I would reach the club at five. The patrons would arrive at seven.

One night, I reminded myself , staring at the gentle rise and fall of Jisoo’s chest as she slept, my fingers playing with the soft skin on her wrist. The IV line went through her veins and I watched the gentle drip of it.

One night.

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I didn’t know how auctions happened and while I’d been prepared for the worst kind of humiliation, Hoseok assured me that he wasn’t going to make me stand naked on some podium or something.

“Generally, I would do something like that simply for the flair of it but consider this a favor ….a respite because you were, as you said, once a friend.” He gave me an even smile and I could only nod in mute relief.

I was grateful. Beyond grateful.

And what was more, he hadn’t told anyone, who I was.

That stunned me. Because wasn’t that the selling point? The murderous, greedy mob rat Gong Hyo Suk’s only daughter forced to spread her legs for one lucky stranger? If Hoseok had cashed in on that he would have made a fortune. But he hadn’t. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Would , whoever it was be upset if he recognized me?

I was led to a bedroom, large and tastefully decorated with silky satin sheets and dark curtains and dim lighting that lit up parts of the room and left other parts plunged in darkness. Hoseok had told me to wear whatever I wanted and I realized with a pang that he really didn’t see this as some sort of transaction. He was trying to make it as easy as possible without making any decisions for me. Offering me choices and options and some illusion of being in control.

I didn’t have anything fancy so it was just a dress shirt that I borrowed from Hoseok. I’d left the underwear off, eager to merely get the whole thing over with. I felt a sudden overwhelming urge to laugh out loud.

If Jungkook were here he really would have lost his damn mind, simply because of how little this whole thing affected me. And that was it, really. He was always desperate for a reaction.

Earlier when this whole thing had started, I’d obliged him with that. I would scream, rant and yell….launch myself at him like a wildcat, scratching at him , fists flying and it was obscene, how much he seemed to enjoy that. He would press me up against walls and tables , fingers choking the breath out of my lung, just so he could see me struggle and push back.

He fed off from every negative reaction I offered him and it had taken me a long long time that the way to beat him was to become passive, unresponsive. I would go limp in his arms, stare at him blankly as he tried to manhandle me and that…that had pissed him off. Because that meant I wasn’t playing his game anymore.

If the prey wasn’t playing, the game wasn’t fun anymore. It was drab.

Boring.

And I knew that Jungkook kept raising the stakes, kept tightening the noose around my neck….just to bring that girl out again. The one that had wanted to put up a fight . The one that wanted to mouth off even with the muzzle of a gun pressed against her head. The one who would spit in his face in front of all his associates, even if it earned her a vicious strike of his hand across her face.

I shuddered. They weren’t memories I liked reliving.

Well, if that was who he wanted, I’d make sure he would never see her again.

The door opening made me jump and Hoseok came in , with a wide grin on his face.

“Baby…. Your guest for the night.” He said softly and I peered over his shoulders, my heart and mind grinding to a halt when I caught sight of what had to be the most breathtakingly beautiful man on the face of the planet.

I felt my heart begin to pound, fear taking over because this wasn’t okay. Not really. I was okay with old, creepy and disgusting , not able to get it up for more than ten minutes.

I wasn’t okay with someone who looked like they stepped right out of the latest issue of GQ.

Hoseok left quickly, closing the door behind him and the man stepped into the light, the brightness lighting up his perfect features even more. I felt my throat go dry, and fought the urge to get up and run. Growing up as the daughter of a mobster , I’d learned how to trust my instincts over appearances.

And right now, every single one of those instincts screamed at me that this man was absolutely dangerous.

“Well, you are beautiful. I’ll give you that. “ He said casually.

“Thank you.” I said stiltedly, watching as he tugged on his tie, pulling it off his neck deftly . Instead of tossing it aside , he wrapped it a bunch of times around his wrist over and over as he smiled at me.

“Don’t thank me yet. The only reason I like beautiful things is because of how easily they break.” He smiled. “ I haven’t been with a virgin in a while…. I miss the screams.”

And there it was the full blown panic that came with stark terror. I crawled back on the bed, staring as he moved closer and there was no mistaking the look on his face, the harsh grip of his hand on my ankle telling me that I was going to regret every one of the choices that led me here.

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“Hoseok wasn’t at the airport.” Jungkook observed casually, glancing at Yoongi as the latter finished cleaning his gun carefully, eyes fixed on his weapon with utmost concentration.

“He’s holding some sort of auction tonight. Some chick …” Yoongi said casually and Jungkook hummed. It was not the kind of thing he was interested in. Anonymous bids were often boring : actresses or female idols past their prime, desperate to make some money to survive. He had no interest in those but he was a little peeved that Hoseok hadn’t told him anything about it.

Hoseok was one of Jungkook’s most trusted friends. He was almost as powerfully rich as Jungkook and the only reason Jungkook reigned supreme was because Hoseok had no interest in challenging him for the throne. Hoseok was dangerous and cunning and loyal and Jungkook was grateful to have him on his side and he had hoped to see him before leaving. Just to ask him to keep an eye on Elena.

He grimaced, hating himself.

God, he couldn’t go two hours without thinking of her. It fucked with his head, the amount of space she took up inside him. Jungkook , for all his wealth and power, was driven solely by his need to prove himself. He wanted to be powerful and terrifying yes, but more than that , he wanted people to know.

He wanted people to look him in the eye and acknowledge him for what he was : the most dangerous man in the country. He liked seeing that fear, that worship, that admiration. He got off on it. He wanted it , craved it and for some reason he craved it more from her , than anyone else.

And instead of giving him what he wanted, instead of begging on her knees for mercy, instead of licking his shoes and begging for him to let her live….she ignored him. She looked at him with defiance and pride, her chin straight and her back unbending, her gaze locked right on him like she was his fucking equal….

And Jungkook, he’d taken a lot of insults. Taken more than his fair share of hits in life …..

But when she looked at him like that , like he was something stuck to the bottom of her shoe….

Fuck it drove him wild with fury.

It made him want to teach her a fucking lesson, to remind her that he owned her because he owned everything. To break her down, snuff out the flames of defiance that burned so bright in those ember eyes… Take her into his bed and brand her with his body. Till she was on the floor, on her knees covered in his spit and cum begging for mercy….

Because no one looked at Jeon Jungkook like that and lived to tell the tale..

“Seokjin’s here. Landed in Korea a couple of hours ago. ” Yoongi said casually and Jungkook smiled a bit at that. He loved his older brother, technically a step brother and growing up he had only saw him when he visited his mother in China. That meant a couple of months a year and now as adults, a bit more often because Seokjin loved Jungkook and liked to visit him often.

Seokjin was a celebrity trainer, working with actors and athletes and he did a good amount of modeling as well. He was rich, handsome and well liked and the only thing that gave away the Jeon blood in him was the fact that he was a sexual sadist.

The face of an angel with a devilish streak, he had a penchant for sadism and inflicting pain on his partners and while Jungkook didn’t particularly enjoy indulging him, he knew there were women who were into that and usually had them arranged for when Seokjin dropped by in Korea. His hyung’s visit seldom lasted more than a few weeks at a time and it was a pity that he would miss out one whole week of it .

But the issue in Switzerland was a little pressing and Jungkook had to be there in person to sort it out.

He leaned back against the seat, staring out of the window, sighing.

“An unsullied dove ….What the fuck is this shit..” Yoongi muttered and Jungkook turned, curious.

“What?”

“Hoseok’s been hyping up some new girl for the auction and Seokjin hyung’s bidding on her.”

Jungkook laughed at that.

“Jungkook…..” Yoongi’s voice is completely stunned, his eyes confused as he looks up at Jungkook.” Its Elena.”

Jungkook’s thought process came to a grinding halt.

There’s a sound between his ears, a dull rushing sound like the wind in a storm and he can’t quite comprehend what he just heard. Even Namjoon who had been buried in his laptop , looked up then, tugging an airpod out of his ear.

“Wait…did you say Elena?” His eyes were wide , lips parted in shock. Yoongi and Namjoon exchanged glances, no doubt bracing themselves for the explosion that was to follow.

Jungkook took a deep breath.

“Turn the fucking plane around.”

That jolted Namjoon out of his stunned stupor..

“Turn-? Jungkook what…. We’re on a fourteen hour flight-“ Namjoon began but the look on Jungkook’s face made him stop.

“DID I FUCKING STUTTER?”

Namjoon swore.

“Fucking hell… alright just calm the fuck down, Jesus…just put a fucking bullet in that girl’s head and spare us all the headache fuck…” He growled, unbuckling his seat belt and rushing to the cockpit and Yoongi groaned.

“ Let me guess you want me to get in touch with someone in Seoul and ask Hoseok to hold off on letting Seokjin near her…”

Jungkook glared at him.

“If you already know that why the fuck are you still here…” He growled and Yoongi gave him a look.

“Just tell her you’re in love with her and let us live, Jeon Jungkook.”

In love….. what the fuck….

He glared at Yoongi’s back, his asinine words making him madder. God he wanted to crush someone’s skull into dust with his bare hands.

And right now, in his head , that skull belonged to Jung fucking Hoseok.

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“What just happened?” I asked, frantic staring at the door as Hoseok’s men casually led a fuming Seokjin away while the man himself stared at me, looking pale as parchment.

“ Jungkook found out.” He said shortly and I felt my heart drop although I was half relieved because there had been something insane in Kim Seokjin’s gaze when he’d reached for me , a cruel glint of hunger that told me he would have hurt me really badly if Hoseok hadn’t barged into the room , frantic and worried.

He had given Seokjin a wide smile and then, “ I’m so sorry. We were waiting on her blood results and turns out she has a…. well, certain occupational disease that is very infectious.”

Seokjin’s mouth had dropped open even wider than mine.

“I thought she was a fucking virgin.” He had snapped, and I flinched at how cold and furious he had sounded.

But apparently there was a reason this whole thing had happened.

“What do you mean Jungkook knows? What does that mean?” I asked frantically, fear taking over.

“ He’s heading back here… He wants to see you.”

I felt my entire body go ice cold as I shook my head…

“No…fucking no bring Seokjin back here , he can fuck me that was the fucking deal, Hobi, please don’t../…”

“Elena , I’m so fucking sorry.. Seokjin…he’s fucked in the head…. He likes hurting his whores, likes making them bleed and he would have fucking destroyed you…”

I gaped at him horrified.

“What?!” I hissed shaking my head in disbelief.

“He’s Jungkook’ stepbrother. I’ve arranged whores for him before, I knew he was a little crazy but I’d never seen him before and I didn’t know he was the Kim Seokjin…fuck he outbid everyone and fucker looks like a fucking angel, how the fuck was I supposed to know he’s unhinged? Thankfully, I messaged Yoongi and …. Fuck… Listen… I know I paid for your sister’s surgery but you’re going to have to pay me back….”

I felt my body convulse in rebellion.

“I can’t.. You know I fucking can’t…”

“I can’t make an enemy out of Jungkook…. I can’t.” Hoseok shook his head. “ You can get out of here now if you want but I’d advise you to stay. If you run it’s only going to make Jungkook angrier.”

“WHAT DID I FUCKING DO TO HIM?!!!” I screamed, feeling my composure crumble into smithereens. “WHAT THE FUCK DOES HE WANT FROM ME?!!”

Hoseok flinched, stepping back and holding his hands up.

“Whether I want to or not, I answer to Jungkook. I shouldn’t have done this in the first place , I’m sorry Elena.” He shook his head and stepped back like the coward that he was and I wanted to hurt him. To shake him and ask him to fucking remember who I was. That I had nothing to do with my father’s sins . That I had been a fucking marionette in his hands, had wanted nothing more than to be left alone.

I stared at him in disbelief.

“So much for being a friend…” I whispered.

His jaw tightened. But he didn’t look guilty. None of them ever did. It was like guilt didn’t exist in their world. They did what they wanted to whoever they wanted , whenever they wanted and they got away with it because that bastard’s word was law. What Jeon Jungkook wanted, he got.

“I’ll get your clothes sent in.”

I watched him leave, the door slamming shut behind him and sagged against the bed, staring at myself. What had just happened?

Was I born to endless misery and misfortune?

Couldn’t I catch a fucking break?

I’d agreed to sell myself hadn’t I? Would have even let Seokjin hurt me if that was what he wanted. Because it was one night. It was one night of this…whatever the hell this was and then freedom. That was the deal.

The door opened again and I stared as a young girl brought me a pile of my clothes neatly folded.

“Do you work here?” I said sharply.

She blinked before bowing her head.

“Yes, mistress.”

I scoffed.

“Don’t call me mistress , I’m here to get fucked, just like you. Tell me does Jungkook ever use the women here.” I demanded.

She looked trapped, glancing at the door, clearly wanting to run .

“Tell me.” I snapped and she flinched.

“I..uh..yes. Sometimes.” She said softly.

“Can you tell whoever fucks him next to kick him in the fucking balls?”

The girl bowed deeply and all but ran out and I sighed, feeling myself shaking. Jungkook was on the way here and I wanted to yell and scream and rave at him but I knew that was exactly what he wanted. I wanted to deny him the satisfaction …wanted to act all cool and composed in front of him but it was impossible…

Because I hadn’t realized just how tired I was of this whole thing, till right this moment, when the end had been in sight. I was supposed to get my two billion won pay off all the debt , give Jisoo the rest of the money and disappear. I was so tired, so tired of this life I’d gotten trapped into, slaving over for hours on end just to afford a couple of meals a day. No friends, no boyfriends, no hope of a future …..

The door banged open and I jumped, crawling back when I recognized the man who had just entered.

“Yoongi-“

“Jungkook wants to see you.” He ground out and I swallowed.

“I need to get dressed. Please just wait outside.” I said shakily.

And then the door opened further and a tall looming shadow stepped in familiar and vomit inducing.

Jungkook looked livid, piercing glinting through the dimply lit room and I stared at him. He was dressed in a tight black t shirt, he sleeves stretched thin over his biceps and the tattoos stark against his skin.

“Leave us.” He said softly and Yoongi moved away to the door leaving me alone with the devil himself. I cursed myself for not putting at least my panties on, I was naked underneath this shirt and although it was big it left nothing to the imagination.

Jungkook’s eyes raked over my form before resting on my face.

“You think you’re smart enough to outsmart me, Elena?” He whispered softly.

I swallowed.

“Send you brother back in. He can fuck me and I’ll pay you back.”

Jungkook hummed, stepping closer and grabbing my clothes from the bed, he grabbed the plain white bra and the pastel pink underwear and then to my complete and utter mortification he brought the clothing up to his face, breathing in .

“Fucking pervert!!!” I screamed, feeling the action like a physical touch and wanting to claw his eyes out and the smirk on his face told me that this was exactly what he wanted but I was too fucking gone to care.

“If you want me to be a whore, fine. I’ll be a whore. But on my terms…” I spat out and he shook his head, laughing.

“I don’t just want you to be a whore, Elena. I want everyone to know that you are one…” He dropped my clothes and moved closer, holding a hand out. “ Come here.”

I stared at the inked fingers, adorned with sterling silver rings and bracelets with the motifs of his gang. I shook my head.

“No. I’m not playing this game with you.” I turned my face away.

His hand shot out gripping my upper arm with enough strength to bruise and I screamed, agony shooting up my arm and shoulders as he dragged me off the bed and onto the floor. I landed hard, hips and elbows bruising from impact and I stared at him in disbelief.

“I’ve been to gentle with you. You’ve forgotten your fucking place.” He bent over and grabbed me by my hair, yanking me to my feet so hard that it felt like my scalp had been ripped away from my skull.

“Okay…okay…Okay Jungkook..just…!!” I said softly, flinching because my pain tolerance was almost zero and Jungkook’s grip was so hard that my eyes were beginning to water now. He let me go, grabbing my panties off the floor and tossing them at me.

“I’m going to count to five. Put those on and get out.”

He walked out of the door and I stumbled a little fumbling with the fabric before quickly, slipping my legs in and yanking it up to my waist. I made to put on something else but his voice came, loud and impatient.

“Get the fuck out here.”

I walked out of the door and he was standing there next to Hoseok. I couldn’t meet either of their gazes , hating how they had so much power over my life. I stared at the floor. It was tempting to yell at them and scream but that never led anywhere.

“ I’ve asked them to stop the payment on the Hospital bill. Seeing as Elena hasn’t kept her end of the bargain.”

I felt my breath hitch at that, willing down the tears as I glared at him.

“What do you want?” I snapped. “ Tell me who you want me to fuck…. I’ll do it. Let’s get this over with so you can go back to whatever sewer you fucking climbed out of. ….”

Hoseok’s breath caught like he couldn’t believe what I’d just said and the look in his eye was a warning but I was sick of this. Sick of them all.

Jungkook turned to Hoseok with a laugh.

“You see hyung? See why I can’t let her go? If I let her scot free, everyone’s going to think I’m a pushover….that any worthless bitch can talk to me any way she wants and get away with it….” He shook his head, staring at me with a glint in his eye. “ I’m not going to choose. They are. You think you can charm your way into Hoseok’s heart and get special treatment? You think you’re ready to be a whore, Elena? Let me show you how a real whore gets treated in Hoseok’s club.”

He gripped my wrist, yanking me behind him as he stalked off down the narrow corridor that opened up into the club. I let myself get dragged out into the club dismally aware of the fact that I was wearing nothing but Hoseok’s shirt. I could feel eyes on me but I kept mine on the back of Jungkook’s head as he dragged me all the way to the front. I knew what he was going to do and at this point I was just numb.

There was no point reasoning with the devil.

I glared at him as he pointed at the stage. “ Get up there.” He whispered harshly.

I stared back at him, not moving. I saw Jungkook’s jaw clench.

“Either you go up there by yourself, with your clothes on. Or I carry you up there, after stripping you naked. What’s it going to be? ”

I glared at him, pursing my lips before climbing up using the small stair in the side. I moved to the center, right in front of the stage lights, so the rest of the room would disappear. I had no wish to see any of the bastards in the room.

“I think all of you recognize this little beauty here, don’t you?” Jungkook’s voice was cheerful, friendly even and I bit my lips, fists clenched. “ Well, if you don’t let me tell you . This is Gong Hyo Suk’s daughter. Remember that bastard? He put a hit out on my father. Killed him and my mom on the night I was supposed to be marrying his fucking daughter. A daughter who later called off the wedding, because I was too poor now, to give her the life she deserved. ”

I felt the familiar ice cold guilt in my vein. I was seventeen, I wanted to scream. I was seventeen and all I did was say what my father asked me to say, do what my father asked me to do.

“ That was nine fucking years ago… and you know what I told myself…. I told myself, that a greedy little bitch like this, doesn’t deserve shit.” He laughed. “ If money’s what she values the most, then the only thing she deserves is to be treated like the whore she is.”

“Why don’t you guys tell me, how much money you’d be willing to spend, to fuck her? Come on, Hobi’s been treating you guys so well lets help him make some money tonight… be generous. ”

I could barely hear what they were calling out but when Jungkook climbed onto the stage next to me, I jumped. Moving back instinctively, I winced when brought a forearm around my throat nearly choking me as he dragged up against his body.

“90 million won….That’s a lot.” He grinned. “ Jihan hyung….. that was you right? You’re gonna pay 90 million won for her?”

I felt my heart race, it was a lot. More than enough for the Hospital Bills, would even leave extra to get a decent apartment somewhere... I grabbed his wrist as it pressed into my throat, trying to pull his hand off me but he just wrapped his free hand around my waist, wrapping his entire body around mine and chuckling into my hair.

Jungkook pressed his head against mine and I froze, hating the close contact.

“Okay…but since I’m feeling a bit left out here…Why don’t I pitch in… 500 Won.” Jungkook said loud and clear.

I froze. An eerie silence fell over the club, laughter stilling and the clink of glasses slowing down.

What.

I struggled to get away from his but his hold tightened.

“Anyone else?” He called out. “ Come on… Not even thousand? Surely you think this one here’s worth a thousand won? Aren’t you going to outbid me?”

No one responded of course they didn’t. Jungkook’s anger was palpable and no one was going to get on his wrong side …..

“Ahh… is that it then? Bid’s going to close for 500 won then…. Hear that baby?” He whispered against my ears and I swallowed. “ 90, million won to five hundred won in a few seconds… What does that tell you?”

“It tells me you’re a fucking psychopath in love with your own voice… Get off me.” I hissed.

“No. What it tells you is that only I get to decide how much that body of yours is worth, not you. . You don’t get to go sell your fucking body behind my back for two billion won and then pay off all your debts and ride off into the sunset, that is not how this works….”

I went limp in his arms fighting tears because he never played fair. Never.

“Hear that Hoseok-ah… I win her for the night for 500 won…fair and square…. Is that alright?” He called out into the darkness and I felt the first inkling of dread begin to seep in.

“No.. No… get off me.” I hissed and he laughed, dragging me off the stage with ease. I screamed, kicking out in disbelief.

Jungkook grinned at me, before grabbing both my arms and yanking them behind me, and I whimpered, unable to move as he easily pulled me along to the door that opened into the hallway. Behind us I heard Hoseok’s voice.

“Jungkook, don’t be impulsive. Think about whatever you’re going to do.”

I flinched at that, panic building.

“He’s not going to do anything. I’ll fucking kill him if he touches me , I-“

“Shut the fuck up, you little bitch.” He shook me hard till my teeth rattled and I sobbed out.

“Jungkook…” Hoseok warned but he merely snarled.

“I know what I’m doing hyung, just…. Don’t disturb us. And make sure everyone here knows that she’s open for business.” It was loud enough to carry through the club and I felt humiliation burn my throat, acrid like acid.

I froze in disbelief.

“Jungkook …” Hoseok’s voice held a tone of reproach.

“ And tell them that her body is amazing. Tell them she spent the night with me , the best fuck I’ve ever had , mouth made for cock.”

I stared straight ahead as he pulled me all the way to the room we had left earlier and I tripped when he shoved me inside, landing on my hands and knees . I quickly rolled back around to land on my ass, crawling back as he slammed the door shut and locked it from the inside.

He stared down at me, mouth grim.

“You do owe me a wedding night. I was so ready to fuck your tight cunt, nine years ago… I think I’ve waited long enough yeah.”

I stared at him in disbelief. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do, to yell and scream and protest and fight so he could get off and forcing me…. Fucking psychopath.

I took a deep breath and nodded.

“If you pay for my sister in laws bills, and give me an apartment sure. “ I shrugged. “You’re not any different from any of the bastards here. I don’t give a damn which one of you idiots wants to rut into me like the absolute animal that you are…. I don’t care…” I said softly.

“you don’t? Really? You want me to tell you what your brother said when one of my men put a gun into his mouth…. He begged for his life…said he had a kid on the way….” Jungkook laughed, shaking his head. “I told him it was better than what his father did…. My sister was six months pregnant when his lieutenant gunned her down on the streets.”

I shuddered, wrapping my arms around myself.

“Why are you telling me this…” I snapped.

“Because she didn’t deserve it did she, Elena? She didn’t fucking deserve to die like that , like a dog on the street when she had nothing to do with any of this…. She didn’t deserve it.” He growled, bending down and gripping my chin hard.

“Maybe she did deserve it.” I spat out. “ If I deserve to be here, maybe your sister deserved to die too. “

He snarled, hand flying to my hair and dragging me up off the floor in one sharp yank. I whimpered as he pushed me on the bed, before climbing on top of me. I felt like every bone in my body was about to snap in two, the weight of him unbearable on me.

“I won the bid tonight…. I won it fair and square… You signed the waiver didn’t you…that you agreed to the auction…I won and I’m going to fucking collect.” He growled, and I kicked out, trying to buck him off of my body.

“Get off me.” I hissed. “ I’m not letting you fuck me for 500 won.”

“How about for your Jisoo then?” He whispered and I went still.

“What?”

He chuckled, reaching down and I felt my pulse pound as he pulled his phone out, dialing quickly and turning on the speakers.

Yoongi’s voice made me go ice cold. Everyone knew what Yoongi did for Jungkook.

“Daehwan’s wife is in a hospital room in Yongsan. Hobi’s got the details. I think she’s served her purpose.”

“No!! JUNGKOOK NO!!” I screamed , thrashing so hard my head began to spin but he grunted pressing down into me harder.

“Are you serious? I’m not home yet… I can take care of it tonight.” Yoongi said, voice casual and I sobbed, shaking my head in sheer terror.

“Okay… I’ll behave.. I promise.. please just don’t…”

Jungkook hummed.

“Well, that was easy… Yoongi-yah… why don’t you stay on the phone yeah…. Going to get that wedding night I’m owed and if my baby doesn’t co operate you know what to do, yeah?”

I bit my lips, glaring into the sheets as he gripped my waist, pulling me up.

“Ass up like the bitch that you are, baby.” He whispered and I felt my entire body shudder in disgust. It was worse because I hadn’t done this before. Didn’t know what to expect. But I couldn’t let him know that. If Jungkook knew that I was a virgin, I could just imagine how much fun he’d have with that info.

Hands gripped my wrists, pinning them to the bed and I turned my face away when I felt the press of his lips on my cheeks. He gripped both my wrists with one hand, keeping them pinned over my head and I flinched when I felt his fingers pulling the fabric of my panties aside, just enough for the blunt head of his cock to press against my slit.

“Yoongi, you there?” Jungkook said softly and Yoongi grunted over the phone. I felt my face flame in embarrassment.

“You’re a sick bastard but I’m used to it. What’s up?” he said casually.

“Remember how we used to wonder just how tight Elena’s cunt was… back when we were in school.”

Fucking monster, I thought in disbelief. I hate him I hate him I hate him….

“Good times…” Yoongi chuckled lightly .

Jungkook pushed into me in one hard thrust and pain shot straight up my spine, my insides burning like he’d fucked me with a knife and not his body. I couldn’t stop the cry of agony that got torn of me, my eyes tearing up and tears spilling over onto my cheeks.

“Damn Jungkook, she okay?” Yoongi’s chuckle made me want to claw his face off, and just the urge to kill was growing inside me.

“Well, I can confirm that it is, in fact just as tight as we thought…” He grunted, thrusting into me at a pace that was inhumane, every push and drag of him rubbing my insides raw and I bit down on the sheets under me, afraid that I would do something absolutely humiliating, like beg him to stop.

“Good, you should let me take that tight ass for a ride someday then. With her permission of course…. I’m a gentleman after all. Big on consent.” He laughed and I swallowed the urge to tell him that I would puncture his balls with a switchblade if he came anywhere near me.

“Oh, she’s going to do whatever I ask her to….aren’t you baby…” He grunted, “ Turn around so I can see you.”

He pulled out of me, his weight lifting off my body as he moved away. I couldn’t move, limbs numb and insides throbbing in pain . His palm landed on my thigh, hard and the sharp sting of it made me jump.

“I said turn around, I want to see your face when I fuck you.” Jungkook growled. I stayed limp, breathing hard and he grunted impatient, fingers sinking into my hair , yanking me to my knees and the movement made my legs scream in protest.

“How’s she so quiet? You fucked the voice out of her, kook-ah?” Yoongi asked amused and Jungkook pulled me by the hair, dragging me to the center and pushing me down till my head landed on the pillow.

“Hyung you should see her right now, all fucked out …. Like she’s never had a dick in her before.” He shook his head, “ Fucking slut. Take that off and hold yourself open for me.”

I stared at him, uncomprehending and he grabbed both my hands, placing them on my knees.

“Grab your knees and pull your legs back… So I can fuck that tight cunt the way I want to.” He said slowly, like I was a dog he was trying to train and I stared at him , defiantly.

“ Go to hell.” I whispered.

Yoongi’s laughter came from somewhere to the right.

“Your dirty talk needs work, Kook ah… Tell her she’s a precious little kitten and she makes you feel really good…. Bitches love that shit…”

Jungkook hovered over me, grabbing the back of my thighs and spreading them wide enough to make me whimper in pain.

“Is that so babygirl? You want me to tell you that? That you make daddy’s cock feel good?” He cooed, nudging the tip against me again and I had never hated anyone so much in my life. I stared up at his face, and he smiled at me, a cheeky little grin that made his bunny teeth stand out and for a second he looked so deceptively angelic and the glimmer of his piercing caught my eye.

I couldn’t help but swallow, gaze trained on the glint of metal on his tongue.

“You like that?” He grinned suddenly, sticking his tongue out for me to see, I felt my eyes widen at how sinfully good he looked .” Hyung she likes my tongue piercing.”

“Show her how it feels on her clit.” Yoongi laughed and I could barely fully process what I heard before Jungkook was crawling down my body, arms, curling on my thighs and yanking me onto his tongue .

I felt the press of his tongue on my slit, licking right into me and the jolt of pleasure was so unexpected, the pleasure so unwanted and yet so overwhelming and I couldn’t stop the way my body thrashed against the streets, lips parted as I practically mewled out in pleasure.

“Definitely a kitten…” Yoongi called out and I shuddered as Jungkook slipped two fingers into me , the ice cold press of his ring inside me making me jump. I wanted to pull away, grab his hair and yank him off but I couldn’t because it was

“Next time I’ll put the dick piercing in too, yeah? Fuck you with a bit of metal on my cock so you can feel that up there…. ” He laughed into my thighs and I screamed when he bit into the flesh there , hard.

“I’m getting bored… Either turn on facetime so I can at least jerk off to this , or I’m hanging up…” Yoongi called out .

“Hyung she clenches down on me every time she hears your voice… Just stay on for a few more minutes yeah, she tastes so fucking good, I’m gonna cum soon….” Jungkook added another finger, slipping in deep before spreading them apart inside me. I whimpered when he pushed his tongue in between the wet digits, licking into my walls and I could feel the ball of his piercing drag against my walls, ice cold and hard.

Was it fucked up that I did clench down on him again, my body apparently a slave to my base desires even as my mind screamed that he was the absolute worst bastard on the face of the planet.

“Elena, you owe me a blowjob at least for this…” Yoongi called out and I glared at the phone.

“I’ll bite your fucking dick off if you come anywhere near me.” I snapped.

“Fuck, I could get off just to that mouthy fuckhole of hers…..” Yoongi grunted.

Jungkook pulled away, climbing back up over me and lightly slapping my breasts.

“Now, how about you open that mouth and let me fuck it?”

Yoongi snorted from behind us and Jungkook glared at the phone before glaring at me again.

“Well?”

“You want to know how hard I can bite?” I said sharply, the pleasure ebbing away into nothing and resentment taking it place, the momentarily physicality of the situation fading and the reminder of who he was and who I was entering my sex addled brain.

“No.. You’re right…. But you know what, I’m not feeling it anymore. I was right.. you really aren’t qualified to be my whore. Your body…it’s frigid like a fucking popsicle…such a fucking turn off. ” He reached over and hung up on the phone.

“Now…”he whispered, leaning in closer and I yelped, when his fingers closed over my throat..” Shut your mouth and take what I give you like a grateful bitch.”

I swallowed when he pushed into me again, his pace steady as he fucked into me, eyes closed and I realized that he was almost fully dressed having just unbuttoned himself enough to get his cock out.

When he stiffened, spilling into me his eyes blew open and he locked eyes with me, wide eyed and for one horrible second he looked young and vulnerable and hurt.

I blinked as he pulled out, the sticky warm mess of his cum dripping down my inner thighs and onto the sheets.

“Well, that was much worse than I thought it would be.” He said and I stayed on the bed as he grabbed his phone and buttoned himself back up.

He smirked at me and then reached into his pocket.

I quickly pulled myself together, ignoring the aches and pains and getting to my knees before reaching for my dress on the bed. it was kind of pointless because I still had Hoseok’s shirt on and I wasn’t going to take that off in front of Jungkook.

“Well, I’m a man of my word , Elena so…here you go..just as we discussed.” He tossed a coin on the bed and I stared at the engraved 500 on the shiny surface, feeling my rage swell inside me.

“If you still want to work out a payment plan for your sister’s bills …. Why don’t you come to my office tomorrow?” He tossed his card on the bed before moving away to the door.

Fucking bastard.

Author’s note : My whole life is filled with regrets .

#jungkook smut #bts smut #ts fics #jungkook fics #bts fanfic #jungkook mafia au #bts mafia au

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emmebearpaw · 3 months ago

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ok ok you are getting fast fact edition of the current version of Aki:

Can not stress that she is a normal human. The more normal she is the funnier

she is 4’11 though.

shes like 20 something. She has stopped counting several times. And forgotten.

despite everything you are about to read I want to tell you the thing she is obsessed with is gemology.

in dnd terms she would be a warlock. Just with a weird warlock relationship for dnd. Normal relationship for real life (professor/boss/teacher who becomes like a family friend but her family is just her at this point)

her full name is Aki Ishimi. Yes her last name was me taking characters from Japanese to make a name that’s a pun on her interests when I made her like 6+ years ago but also Ishimi is just. A Japanese family name. So no one has ever noticed.

Grew up in a town where the major export was magic ore and crystals from a mine

yeah anyways a dragon wanted to turn that mine into its lair so bye bye town

congrats to baby aki for doing exactly what her dad told her to do and stay in the store room (where they keep extra supplies in case miners can’t resurface) and the town would evacuate there because that didn’t happen and that is where the dragon went

This may negatively impact the trout population her mental health. I say about her becoming that dragons little pet and the mouse to the dragons cat.

anyways she was then given as a very normal gift by that young and weak dragon to a much more powerful dragon as a “hey I’m a good neighbor please don’t kill me” gift.

that dragon graciously accepted because he was looking for a new research assistant

… anyways insane environment switch from “being actively hunted and not allowed the release of death” to “hey you are going to help me collect data on inter dimensional portals. What do you mean that’s a risk to humans”

unfortunately she and this new dragon. They both have the same sort of brain and organizational wavelength and they actually get along well

she’s still terrified of dragons which isn’t great because she hasn’t talked to a human person beyond small talk in at least a decade. She just has a list of dragons who are cool

anyways more

Has a rock collection of rocks from multiple realms

is a god mother to several dragon toddlers who she is terrified of because they can snap her in half already despite being human equivalent of like 8 years old

voted most likely of my main ocs to be an author on a research paper (you would think Atsuko would but no. Atsuko wouldn’t think to send their book to a journal.)

ourple. I have to put her in purple. It’s mandatory. She got that Amethyst swag

if shes in dnd her patron dragon is an amethyst dragon which means she has force damage. Which is the funniest magic.

I keep going “I should write the Aki post” and then the Aki brain rot takes over. Specifically the Aki brain rot is always the exact same and it’s just me going “Aki! 💜” while rotating a plush of her around in my brain a la banana rotate

#my post #Oc tag #aki

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violetjedisylveon · 2 years ago

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Gailine Margay

Little Cat :3

Eda raises two gods AU link here. Clover Margay, her mom, here. First appearance here.

This is Gailine, she's a new oc for the Eda raises two gods AU, her mom is a therapist, she's going to be Enzo's only friend eventually, one of the two people they trust outside of Eda and King. She wants to be a beast keeper when she grows up, she loves animals and is very good with them. She 100% has ADHD and is a wild child.

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 6 in image, 14 when the time the human comes.

Sexuality: baby pan

Species: Ocelat

Palisman/pets: 2 Cat Snakes, a scorpion dogish beast demon, an echo mouse and a Blossom Bat. Later she gets a Griffin buddy and a Sea Wolf.

Family: Clover Margay(mother) Eibhlín(other mom)

She was born with phocomelia, it's a condition that causes someone to be born without limbs or with under developed limbs, she was born without her right arm from her shoulder down so she uses an abomination prosthetic.

She absolutely loves animals of any kind and is always able to connect and make friends with them. She wants to be a beast keeper and she thinks the beast keeping coven is the best and she will fight anyone who denies her on it.

She is the animal kid. She is always reading up on animals and their behaviors and how she can best befriend them and ways she might communicate with any animal. She knows a lot of random animals facts that she sometimes blurts out because it's so cool that Sea Wolves (not a canon creature, I added it) can swim in the boiling water without getting hurt at all.

She could info dump about animals for days.

She'd love to meet Eberwolf and just talk with them about all the animals and things she's figured out that you can do with beast magic and all these animal thing, she would absolutely lose her shit if she got that oppertunity.

She can sometimes be a bit much in terms of her personality and how she expresses herself and says what she's thinking so she doesn't forget it but she is a really caring, sensitive person and if you just tell her that something is bothering you, she'll do whatever you need and wait til you're okay. (How her adhd is expressed is based on the way mine expresses because that's what I know, I do have a friend and cousin with adhd but my friend has other stuff that will effect her behavior and I'm not around my cousin all the time to understand how hers expresses, I'm sure I will soon though.)

Gailine's also got that oh so nice adhd fuck me and my problems, let me avoid, take care and help you with your problems, mine can totally wait.

She likes to help people and animals and she's very friendly.

She's going to be Enzo's one and only friend outside of the owl house once they meet and start talking. They will bond over animals and being gremlins sometimes.

There's an explination of her species, Ocelats, on the post about her mom, Clover.

Yes, the background for the two images is the same, I made a decent one and decided to just go with it for both. You'll probably see it again cause backgrounds are hard for me.

If anybody has an experience with things like phocomelia and could give me tips or advice in how to write and approach it from a writing stand point, it would be greatly apreciated!

I wish you all a good day, whatever that is for you.

VJS out!

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pennibun · 3 years ago

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Anxiety - part 1

Congratulations! It’s a beautiful baby another first meeting story!

This is angsty as fuck, and if you’re easily triggered by mentions of anxiety I recommend you skip this story, but I needed to vent a bit ig. No real coherent message or moral here, just me complaining through my OCs :,) In other words...

CW: Anxiety

Edit: Part 2 is out!

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3.5k words, or about 12 minutes (SHEESH I really needed to get this out huh?)

Francis was awoken by a beam of light cutting through a gap in the curtains, whose only job was to prevent specifically that from happening. The fact that her alarm had yet to go off meant it must’ve been early—she was too delirious to make a good guess, but it was at least 07:00, if not earlier.

Francis was not a deep sleeper. Once she was awake, she was awake. Rather than try and probably fail to surrender herself back into the warm embrace of sleep again, she accepted her fate. She was awake now. The rest of the day awaited. Francis reached over to the nightstand beside her bed to look at the clock on her phone. Her eyes stung as they opened, not yet ready to give up the darkness her eyelids provided for them. She located the phone on her desk before noticing something… else… lying there.

Francis may not have been the most organized or posh person on the planet, but she knew the contents of her room well enough to know that she did not, in fact, have a toy-sized bed.

It was grey - no fancy headboard - with white sheets and a relatively thick, plain white comforter that was not even close to being neatly made on it’s surface. Francis had only just woken up. Her brain was fried from sleep deprivation, and her thought process was not steady enough to be able to properly ponder this oddity that materialized overnight barely a meter away from where her head lay in the middle of her sleep.

Had she been more lucid, she may have been more put off by it—she lived alone, after all, and the odds that her cat dragged it in and delicately placed it on the nightstand in the deepest hours of dark were slim. Had she been more lucid, a thought she may have had was that a stranger dropped by her house in the middle of the night, stole nothing, and left only a toy on her desk. Had she been more lucid, the thought that someone had been in her apartment may have scared her. However, Francis was not lucid enough to think these things. Her train of thought skipped over the “searching for an explanation” part and jumped directly into the “I must touch it and examine it” part.

She was tense, with no clear reason as to why. Just a general sense of “bad” in the air. Her hand reached passed her phone to grasp the sides of the bed. She lifted it up and made it a few centimeters before the bed screamed.

With little to no rational thought involved, she responded in tandem. She screamed as well, dropping the bed and leaping away from the thing on her nightstand, sitting on the farthest corner of her mattress. If she wasn’t awake before, she definitely was now. She was fully freaking out. She felt the familiar sensation of a dark, shadowy hand squeezing at her lungs, making every breath she took less fulfilling. Every muscle in her body tensed, and her jaw shivered in that way it does when you’ve woken up early and the adrenaline is pumping through you and your train of thought is a blur of incoherent babbling and was that a mouse or something that just screamed at her? And-

She dared not move as she saw movement from underneath the miniscule comforter. The blanket was thrown off the bed to reveal a very disgruntled-looking… girl.

Just a girl. No wings, no tails, no horns, nothing. Just a normal, tiny, human girl, probably around the same age as Francis, who looked very displeased with the premature end to her sleep. Or, at least, she did look displeased, until she looked up at Francis’ gawking face. Her expression very quickly shifted to terror after that.

The girl tried to stumble backwards, but had very little room to do so. She extended her left hand behind her and grasped at air, having reached the end of her small bed, and she slipped off the edge of the mattress, landing hard on her back. Her body was obscured from Francis’ vision for a few moments before an impossibly tiny head poked out from behind the bed.

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Rory was having the most wonderful dream. She couldn’t be sure, but it had something to do with a game show, and final exams, and maybe there was a hamster involved? It was one of those dreams that you don’t question while you’re in it, and you only realize how weird it was after you wake-

Rory was levitating. This was it. She’d finally died and was ascending to the afterlife—wait. No. The bed below her was still solid. She was… well, she was panicking now. She let out a shriek of terror and immediately dropped like a brick to the hard ground far, far below her. Now fully awake as a result of her rude awakening, Rory ripped off the covers in anger, ready to strangle whatever frat house or group of egotistical fuckboys decided to play a prank on her. Her eyes searched for a target, and eventually met one. A big one.

Her eyes widened as she moved backwards, no destination in mind, anywhere that was further away from, from that, that woman? That giant woman? That colossal creature that looked down at her with shock, that could not possibly be anything other than hostile, that-

She tried to place her weight on her hand, not realizing that there was no more mattress underneath it to support her. Her world flipped as she fell backwards. Her head screamed in pain as it clunked against the hard, unforgiving surface of the nightstand below. She lay there for a moment to catch her breath before slowly peeking out from behind the cover of her bed to look at the giant creature beyond.

The woman seemed… normal, given the circumstances. The room seemed normal. The posters and pride flags and tapestries on the wall seemed normal, all save for their sheer immensity. This broke uni student’s bedroom which, by the way, looked very similar to Rory’s own bedroom, was a building, a city, to the comparatively diminutive girl. It was a whole world on its own, and there, sitting on her proverbial throne, was its ruler. The colossal woman staring down at Rory in shock.

The giant was the first to break the silence. She spoke in between her panicked gasps of breath. “…hey.” The single syllable left her mouth slowly. Those impossibly distant eyes narrowed in confusion, and Rory followed suit. She decided to test the proverbial waters a bit too. “…hi there.”

Both women stared into each other’s eyes, searching each other, looking for an explanation. Each was waiting for the other to come out and address the elephant in the room, hoping that at least one of them had at least some semblance of an idea of what was happening.

Being given no information from the giant in front of her, Rory began to ponder her situation on her own. People don’t just… wake up like this, at this… height. Whatever had happened to Rory must have been done to her, by someone, right? And, well, the only real… suspect… that Rory had at the moment was directly in front of her.

She had been kidnapped, right?

A pit grew in her stomach. A pit that sucked all emotion that it deemed unnecessary. It absorbed all of Rory’s thoughts and feelings before corrupting them, perverting them, and churning out fear. It wasn’t a blind panic. Rory wished it was a blind panic. You’re not as aware of your actions in a blind panic—you act on instinct alone, abandoning rational thought. This was far worse. Rational thought was all there was left in her, and she was painfully aware of every move she made, every tremor in her knees, every thought that passed through her brain. It was a hollow fear that choked the breath out of her lungs.

She focused on what she could do right now. She’d been kidnapped. That was the only logical answer, but the giant seemed equally surprised to see her here, so maybe it was an accident of some kind? If nothing else, she definitely wasn’t supposed to be here, so there was a chance she could talk her way out of this… situation she found herself in.

She swallowed her anxiety and once again spoke to the giant. Out of fear, she tried to find the least confrontational and hostile way to make her accusation. “What, uh… what did you do? To me?”

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Francis was left speechless. She was far too deep into her panic to try and process such a loaded question, let alone formulate a reassuring, or even a coherent, response. The cold, dark hand squeezed tighter around her lungs, and those vital organs shrunk further. She opened her mouth to speak, to defend herself, but couldn’t find the words.

“Uh..?”

Apparently the lack of an outright denial in her response was enough of a confirmation for the small girl on her nightstand. “Listen, I’m, like, cool..? Like, I didn’t, you know, see anything today if that’s, um… how you wanna go about this.” Francis screamed at herself in her head, demanding a response of some kind, any kind, literally anything at all, yet she couldn’t come up with the words. Her chest felt yet colder, yet darker. The hand continued to squeeze. The miniscule woman swallowed hard before continuing. “Like, I barely understand what’s going on as is? So if this was a mistake of some kind on your end, I promise I’ll make it easy for you to, uh, fix? If that’s how this all works? Like, I’ll cooperate, is what I mean.”

For whatever reason, Francis finally regained control of her tongue. In her rush to defend herself, to prove that she wasn’t the evil monster that the girl clearly thought she was, she may have shouted a bit too loudly. “You think I did this?”

The doll-sized woman responded with widened eyes and furrowed brows. Her voice was suddenly more unstable and shrill. “Well how else would I have ended up here? You can’t expect me to believe I just teleported here in the middle of the night, right?”

Francis’ honour was at stake. She was sensitive to accusations like this. She knew that she was overreacting, that the other girl had every right to be scared, that it was impossible for her fear to be a comment on Francis as a person, yet the thought that she was being viewed as a malicious, evil threat was maddening. She knew what was going on—she was feeling and acting quicker than she could think. It was not an uncommon occurrence for her, yet she could do nothing to stop it. Francis jumped to defend herself faster than she could realize that calmly explaining her own perspective would have been a much better way to do things.

“You-you can’t possibly believe that. I’m not some kind of mad genius who shrunk and kidnapped you, or whatever you’re thinking! Don’t pretend you have some semblance of an idea of what’s going on here! I have no idea, and I’m certain you don’t either!”

The other woman shrunk further behind the tiny bed. Her voice wavered even more than before. “Okay! Okay! I’ve got it! We’re cool, everything’s cool, no need to, um… we can just calm down now, ‘kay? Let’s just calm down and breathe.”

Francis’ emotions got the better of her yet again. She was being talked down to, treated like a child by… by- How on earth was she being patronized by someone who was four inches tall? What the hell was going on? The stress of this insane situation drove her to the brink of a panic attack. “Don’t talk to me that way! Stop treating me like a threat.” The girl didn’t trust her. No one did. She would always be alone. She couldn’t breathe. When did her bedroom get so small? Her-

She looked at the girl again. She was trembling, eyes wide, staring at Francis as she broke down. She would’ve given anything, everything, for this to all go away.

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Rory was scared, of course. Who wouldn’t be? This was all so overwhelming, for anyone. And yet, her fear was only a blanket that surrounded what she truly felt in this moment—anger. It was obvious now that she hadn’t been kidnapped, and that brought her some fraction of relief, yet it paled in comparison to her rage.

This woman, this colossal titan sitting in front of her, was panicking. She was having a meltdown. How dare she? Rory was the one whose life may be forever changed. She was the one who felt every tremor the giant’s movements made throughout her entire body. She was the one who deserved to be panicking right now, to be comforted in this awful situation.

But she wasn’t some kind of cold-hearted psychopath. She had empathy. This situation was, admittedly, stressful for both parties. And, of course, it wasn’t like Rory hadn’t been there before herself. But she was still frustrated that, like always, she had to be the strong one. Had to suppress her own anxieties in order to help someone else deal with theirs.

God, how awful of a person was she? A woman is having a full-blown panic attack right in front of her and her first reaction is to bitch to herself about how it was affecting her. She needed to help this woman.

Begrudgingly, she stood up from behind the safety of the bed. She walked to the edge of the nightstand, making eye contact with the woman the whole time. The woman… she felt uncomfortable referring to her in that way. Her throat was dry, but she found the courage to speak despite it.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think you’re a threat. My name’s Rory. Can you tell me yours?”

The woman stayed silent, still breathing heavily, yet maintaining eye contact with Rory through it all.

“Okay… I get that this is… odd, and definitely very stressful. I know it’s scary—I’m scared too—but for now, we’re not in any danger. Let’s just focus on right now, alright? So what do you need right now?”

The woman’s breathing was still laboured, but she seemed to feel a bit better. Her voice was shaky. “…Francis.”

Rory blinked in confusion, taking a second to understand what was just said to her. “You need... oh, that’s your name! Okay, Francis…” Rory looked down at the abyss in front of her, at the gap between the nightstand and the bed, at the long, long trip down to the hard floor. Then she looked at the gargantuan mattress at the end of the pit. It was such a scary sight, that first step to getting closer to Francis, but…

She could probably make that jump.

Swallowing her fear, she ran and leaped over the gap, clutching the sheets as she landed to steady herself. Francis gasped from her vantage point far above. The hard part was over. It would be easier from here. There were no more gaps between them. She looked up at Francis as she awkwardly stumbled over the unstable surface of the mattress. “Do you want to give me your hand?”

Still staring in shock, Francis slowly lowered her hand and offered a fingertip to Rory. It took all her willpower not to flinch as it approached her. It was like a car driving uncomfortably fast towards the crosswalk, and as you looked at it you were pretty sure that it was going to stop—there was no way the driver didn’t see you, right?—but it was still unnerving. Francis laid her digit down on the bed in front of Rory. The tiny woman kneeled down and grabbed it with two hands, stroking it softly with her own miniscule fingers. She sat in awe of the sheer vastness of it. It was just a finger, identical to her own, and yet… it screwed with her mind, but she shoved those feelings down. She shoved it all down.

“You’re getting through this. You’re doing great. I want you to tell me what you need right now.”

Francis finally responded. “I-I don’t know.”

Rory didn’t press further. “Okay, then let’s just sit here for a bit. Will that help?”

Francis didn’t need to reply. They sat in silence for a while. Rory’s mind raced, her ears burned, and she resisted the desire to twitch and bounce around, not letting the anxious energy out, keeping it in for Francis’ sake. She didn’t let her thoughts take any coherent form, but that didn’t stop the general feeling of panic slowly coalesce deep within her. But she could hold out, she could push through it. She always had, maybe not with this stranger she just met, but… life had a funny way of shoving her into these situations. She could handle it, though.

It was a very long time before Francis finally spoke. “I… I should go take my meds.”

Rory met her gaze and smiled. “That sounds like a good idea. I’ll be here.”

Francis looked away and awkwardly shuffled to the end of her mattress before making her way out the door.

It was over, and yet at the same time, it was far from over. Rory laid down and twitched her foot, her knees trembling, her breathing shallow and shaky. “Oh god. Oh god…” her entire life as she knew it was over. This would be every day for her from now on.

How long could she possibly hold out for?

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Francis splashed warm water on her face, rubbing the calming fluid on the back of her neck. The hand’s grip on her lungs had loosened, and she could breathe once again. She looked longingly at the shower next to the sink, wanting nothing more than to be entirely soaked in warm water right now.

However, embarrassment repelled her from the shower knob, and pushed her back into her room to face the little woman—Rory. She let herself be so weak in front of this total stranger, dumped all her problems onto her shoulders… oh god, she’s four inches tall! She must be terrified! How could she not be? She must be so overwhelmed…

Francis opened the door to her bedroom and opened her mouth to apologize for her breakdown, but she stopped the moment she saw Rory. The moment she saw her sobbing, laying on her back, staring at the ceiling, trying and failing to control her breath. Francis heard it all, because she had just experienced it herself. Francis made her way to the bed and looked down at Rory. They met each other’s gaze, and Rory quickly sat up straight.

“S-sorry! Sorry about that, I’m fine, I was just…” She wasn’t fooling anyone. Rory knew it, Francis certainly knew it; Rory was not fine, and it was now her turn to collapse.

Francis wasn’t certain of what to say, so she just laid down on the bed next to Rory. “So I guess we both have our own shit to figure out…”

The small girl chuckled through her sobs. Francis turned her head to look at her, and watched as Rory raised one arm toward the ceiling. “It’s all so far away. I’d have to hike a mile just to get from one wall to the other.”

Francis struggled to find the most comforting words. “Uh, I… I’m sure we can figure this out. Y-yeah, we can figure this out, but we can do it later. We don’t need to tackle everything all at once. You’re safe for now.” Francis tried to find the spot on the ceiling that Rory was staring at. “We’re safe for now.”

Rory let out another laugh. “It’s been, like, 20 minutes, and I already miss when a room was just a room. You know, instead of a… like a football stadium.”

Francis smiled. She had an idea, but… no, it was stupid. It would be overstepping. She didn’t want to overwhelm the little thing. But…

“What if, um… like, if it’d make you feel more comfortable, I could… like, make a-a blanket fort for us? Or something?” She blushed heavily. She already regretted opening her big mouth, but she’d gotten this far… “Like, basically I could just pull my blanket over us, and it’d be, like, a more confined… space…”

She glanced over at Rory, who was giving her an… odd smile. Francis quickly tried to take it back, to shove the words back in such that they had never been spoken. “Okay, that was a stupid… I was just thinking of ways to help? Like-forget it, I didn’t say anything.”

Rory voice was a whisper. “I think I’d like that.”

Francis looked back with wide eyes, and quickly reached to pull the blankets over her head. The blanket was thick enough to block out most of the light, but she could still see Rory well enough to form a little den with the blanket such that the only things in it were the tiny girl and Francis’ face next to her. They sat in silence for a moment, but both spoke at once in the middle of the silence.

“Thank you.”

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Oh shit, that one kinda got away from me?? I swear that was meant to be a fluffy, romantic first meeting but I turned it into an anxiety vent somehow?? Wack

Sorry for dumping, and for making this end up being 3,500 words. I guess I’ve been using Gt as an outlet for my irl shit, and writing this really helped for some reason. I hope it did something similar for you! 💜

#g/t #giant tiny #giant/tiny #tiny #g/t community #giant #g/t wlw #g/t writing #I swear the prompt for this story was 'Rory wakes up in Francis' bedroom'#that was supposed to be IT #I wrote it bc I thought the scene where Rory fell off of her bed and hit her head on the nightstand would be funny #like this is the first time I realized that writing can be like an emotional experience??#epic #oh right I almost forgot to #cw anxiety #tw anxiety #anxienty #ty for reading <3 #Francis&Rory

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tags: nameless oc x javier peña, nameless oc x javier pena yearning, angst ? rating: e ( explicit ) warnings: smut, language, mentions of violence and drugs. word count: 2k+ summary: javier peña is a dea agent naively navigating his way through life in colombia. as if life is not complicated or risky enough while he partakes in the search for the infamous pablo escobar, javier has decidedly fallen in love. these are the scenes from his marriage, full of trials and tribulations, set in colombia, circa 1979--1993. anthology series, but definitely better if read in order. notes: the name of this is definitely is taken from the tv show scenes from a marriage, but it has very little to do with it other than the fact that i thought it was an interesting concept to put a relationship between two people in a bottle and inspect it. this also rose from my desire to write something about colombia that extended beyond just pablo and the chase for him. that’s not to say this won’t cover that, because it is a story about javi after all, but it’s not going to be the central focus on the story. i hope you all like it! i think it’s going to be a ten part series. original gif by: @anakin-skywalker

the beauty that lurks

scene one, scenes from a marriage.

The designs of misfortune carve themselves in the woodwork that is Colombia, marking and scarring a beautiful country for the sake of one man’s empire.

Pablo is everywhere—he is the country. Every newspaper boasts his mug, every politician knows his name, and every citizen somehow becomes mere background characters in this over-sized game of cat and mouse that the government is engaging in with him.

The color of the country is not lost, though; it’s citizens are here, it’s traditions prosper. The thick blanket of tragedy that threatens to spill over has yet to strangle the beauty of it all. Corruption and drugs and lies—they are all nothing in a land full of green, so wondrous and large and bright when not saturated by the workings of humanity.

Sometimes though, in the smaller corners of the country where humanity lingers, beauty finds itself tucked away, like in cries of a baby born to a couple who care immensely, not just about themselves, but it all; in familial dinners that still take place and pride themselves on the joy they still bring; and even in the subtle flirtation of two young people in a bar.

It’s eye meeting eyes, glancing too long as their owners try to calculate the situation. Then come the grins, first hers, and then not too long after, his. Then the sips of liquid courage, the nervousness of approaching each other, and the awkward first words. It’s all followed by the hesitance of sharing too much and not enough, and the assuring way each of them feel safe in the dingy bar that has been open for decades. Distanced—even for just a couple of hours—from the man who represents the country and his crimes, beauty finds itself wrapped deliciously around the newfound relationship of Javier Peña and this woman he will marry. He doesn’t know it yet, doesn’t immediately feel the tale-tale signs of love, nor does she, but that is what makes this scene even more enticing; it is merely human interaction and human desire at work, no other underlying motives.

“What do you do, Javier Peña?” she says. The beer in her hand swishes against its glass enclosure as she circles it above the table, and she watches him with a smile. He sits adjacent from her, leaned comfortably back in the chair. This is not his first rodeo; he is so good at this bar chat now that he’s sure he could list it amongst his professional accomplishments.

“Janitorial staff at the Embassy.” His brows perk, challenging her to question the statement in a playful sort of way, but curiously she does not. He moves on. “What about you?”

“Periodista.” She offers, raising her eyebrows this time. He does not challenge her statement either, but there’s a dangerous likeliness to hers, and he won’t forget it. They will not discuss politics, or the Embassy, and he will go to her place, not his.

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue.”

“Mine’s green. What’s your opinion on Fleetwood Mac?”

“I’ve heard of them.” He takes a swig of beer. “Why don’t you have an accent when you speak English?”

“Why don’t you have an accent when you speak Spanish?”

He laughs. “Do you like Fleetwood Mac?”

She grins wider. “Love them. In fact, I think we should go listen to an album or two of theirs at my house right now. What about you?”

He nods.

It is that easy; it is that beautiful.

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Much to his surprise, she does put on a Fleetwood Mac record when they get to her apartment. It is one he’s owned, a favorite of a woman he had loved in a different life. Now, he and she are every bit of the 2,514 miles between Texas and Colombia apart—perhaps even more than that. He hasn’t the faintest clue what she is doing, but a hint of remorse and pain washes over him as he ponders it.

“This is my favorite,” the woman speaks, and Javier returns from his reverie.

His eyes train on the spinning record, letting the song envelope them. They stand apart, both at opposite sides of the player. He’s got a beer she’s fetched from the fridge but itches for a cigarette. It’s a bit awkward too, just standing around listening like this, so he fills the space between them by taking a few steps forward. He takes note of the way her body stills against the phantom of his frame; even with inches still separating them, the warmth of their bodies work to close the space between them. Without touching, they have, and she responds in a manner that makes him want to reach out and touch her for real. He wants to draw the same quiet breath out of her that had just escaped, to evoke the same alertness that had filled her in that moment. She wants him to do it too, and she’s more eager than he is—or maybe it’s just because her hands are both empty and he holds the chilled bottle of beer—so she stands nearer and presses her lips onto his own first. It is quick, just a test. She finds she’s never been good at leading.

Javier sets the bottle by the record player, freeing his hands so he can cup them around the frame of her face. He then kisses her hungrily, lust filling his body quicker than he anticipates. She lets her own hands grip at the sides of his button up, holding his body against her own as they begin to discover each other. Lips leave lips, and he presses them back against her neck. He peppers the exposed flesh with kisses, nibbling gently enough not to warrant a bruise, but aggressively enough to bring a moan to her lips. Her fingers rake through his hair and he begins to undo the buttons of her blouse. The more flesh that is exposed to him, the more of a desire he feels to touch it all; he wants to take in every piece of it, graze his digits against it, press his lips delicately on it. It feels like he just about does, too, by the time her shirt hits the ground.

“Do you have a condom?” he asks, hands reaching to grope her still covered breasts.

“No wasting time with you, huh?” she teases. “But yes. Sit on the couch and I’ll go get one.”

He nods his head, and doesn’t protest her not letting him follow her into her room even though he wanted to. Fucking on couches has begun to get a bit old and so has he; the lower part of his back will undoubtedly feel this in the morning.

He undoes his own shirt and unbuckles his belt, sliding off his clothes and letting them rest in a ball on the chair to the side of the couch. As instructed, he settles on the couch, half naked and aroused at the idea of what will happen next. She is not long in the room she has disappeared to, and when she returns, she is fully naked.

Straightening on the couch, Javier watches her move over to him and he feels an angry, burning desire to bury all of himself in her. She is stunning, bathed in the dim light of a lamp, and the tent that has formed in his boxers is all the encouragement she needs to initiate the interaction once more.

She finds something intoxicating about the way a man collapses against his own desires—especially when she is the one creating them—so when she drapes both of her over his own, and watches the cracks of his cool facade shed away, she’s sure she’s never felt better in her entire life.

He begins kissing her again, and lets her hands focus on his hair again. His own press into the curve of her sides, pushing her closer and closer and closer to his frame until she can feel him entirely against the side of her thigh. She gasps into his mouth.

“Fuck,” she says, pulling away for air. His eyes cloud with desire and he takes the opportunity to flip them. He lays her back and without a second thought, he finds himself pressing his lips down to her thigh, then on the inside of that too, and then his mouth connects with her clit and she’s his, oh god she’s his. As much as she had liked seeing him come undone, she likes the way he makes her come undone, too.

Eyes flutter shut as his tongue works against her; he is slow and teasing at first, making her buck her hips against his mouth in a pleading way, asking without saying for more. He presses them back down onto the couch and he increases his speed. She can feel the desire rise in the pit of her stomach and her thighs begin to fight to close around him but as if he anticipated this, his hands have rested against them both, holding them still. When she opens her eyes and peers down the length of her body to meet his eyes, she cannot help but come against him. He continues to flick his tongue until she cannot bare it any longer.

“Javier.”

“Do you have that condom?” he asks again, rising from his place between her. His lips shine with the gloss of her juices, but he wipes it away as she nods her head and opens her hand to reveal a crumbled packet. He laughs lightly, taking it from her.

He slides his underwear off and does not bother to let it find the pile on the chair. He’s too focused on wrapping the latex around his length, and on getting between her legs once more.

The sight of him exposed like that ignites something entirely primal inside of her, and she feels in her the desire to let him have her anyway he wants. All he has to do is ask, she thinks, watching him begin to mount her again. Before he does anything though, he lets his fingers travel back down to her core.

“Tell me you want to fuck me, pretty baby,” he demands, letting his fingers tease around her entrance.

“I need to fuck you.”

A deep groan falls from his lips as a moan escapes from her, and he knows by the way she wraps around his fingers with ease that she is.

“I wanna fuck you, too, baby.” He responds, letting his fingers curl inside of her and press gently until she begins to move restlessly against him. As much as he has begun to adore the way she moans when he does this, he needs to be inside of her.

Taking the slick from her on his fingers, he lubes the condom and lines himself up to her entrance. For the fourth time tonight, they make eye contact again and as he buries himself in her, everything in the world feels just fine. Actually, everything feels better than just fine; as he finds a steady pace to move inside of her, he cannot help but let hushed curses escape from him, both in English and Spanish, because it overwhelms him. He feels this with his entire being. He feels the rock of her hips as she reaches up to meet his pace in his soul, feels the way she repeats his name as he slides in and out in his core, feels the way she takes his fingers in his mouth when he reaches up to graze her features everywhere. God, she is perfect. He knows so very little about her, but he wants to know everything, wants to lose his entire self right here forever. This is the hazy beginning of an orgasm talking, he knows, but it’s why he does this, and why she does too. In this little apartment of hers, on this couch, they are free to care only about the chambers of their own desires for a while. This is the Colombia she adores, and the Colombia he is trying to liberate.

“Come for me, Javi,” she says and he is quick to release inside of her, unable to hold it back any longer. She feels him twitch inside of her and she allows his body to mold into her own as he rides out his high. When it is all finished, they are a clutter of sweaty limbs, their breath rising and falling in sync as they take in what they have just done. No immediate regret is felt by either parties, but Javier feels the itch for a cigarette again.

“Can I smoke in here?” he asks, his head still leaning against her chest. He likes the way her heart thuds the way it is, likes that he’s done that to her.

“Be my guest,” she answers. Fingers fiddle once more with his brown locks, and she notes the curls that form at the base of his neck. Then she notes the way his back looks, all the tiny scars and marks that pepper the tanned skin. Her fingers trace a scar that’s nearest to his shoulder, and it’s so gentle that Javier feels himself wanting to return here already.

He doesn’t rise from his place on top of her for a few moments, basking in this post-coital affection. Secretly, he yearns for this, and looks for it in all of the beds he falls in, but finds it takes coming back time and time again to receive it. He wants to press into the women he fucks, wants to kiss away the marks of his fingertips and lose himself in their beings just as much as he does when he’s in them, but he doesn’t want to say it. But here she is, just letting him do it the first time, welcoming it. She must be as lonely as he is. Must yearn for it too.

“Want to share one?” She breaks the silence. “A cigarette. I haven’t smoked in a while, but I could go for one.”

“Yeah.” He nods, peeling himself off of her to fetch the pack in his pants. He lights the cigarette and takes a drag off of it first, before handing it to her, then he begins dressing.

She watches as she lets the smoke fill her lugs, but does not say anything until the smoke billows out of her mouth.

“Stay the night.”

He freezes, digits resting over the belt that he’s begun to put on. “Okay.”

He settles back on the couch, close to her, and takes the cigarette from her hands. “Are you free most nights?”

“I can be,” she answers with a grin. He laughs, and it’s real, honest laugh, a laugh that makes him feel lighter.

“Good.”

And it is; it’s very, very good. He will come back, and she will let him, and for moments at a time, they will embrace the beauty of a country that’s being held captive by an evilness, and they won’t address it. They are, without really knowing it, a part of the heart that keeps it moving, the country. Perhaps this--the simple act of fucking and feeling--are more important than what either of them are doing at work to end it, because it is human and it is lovely, and it keeps them solid and young so they can fight restlessly against a machine that threatens to kill them.

This is the first scene from a marriage, even if it isn’t quite one yet.

#javier peña x reader #javier peña x nameless oc #narcos fic #narcos #javier pena x reader #javier pena x nameless oc #my works.#category : javier peña fic

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