#serious sam tormental

[shadystranger]

[thetwiggiesttwig]

in the REALLY EARLY stages of doing a silly little roleswap thing bc its rotting in my head

NETRICSA is an android made specifically for the Mental War. She's still incredibly intelligent and also very fixated on killing. It can be a bit of a detriment.

Sam is still the one who awoke Mental. I think that in this AU Brand didn’t step in to defend him and he got a much worse sentence. He's eventually offered the prospect of 'redemption' in the form of being scanned into a chip intended to instill a bit of humanity into Nettie. He's a bit less mad in this one, at least to start, because he hasn't actually been to war. If I draw him again I'm gonna change his outfit to an altered version of what he wore on the Surveyor because that helps get the point across much better.

More rambling in the tags.

[randomshyperson]

I Put A Spell on You - Wanda Maximoff Kinktober #03

Summary: After a tense week and a training session, Wanda finally had enough of your attitude.

Warnings: (+18), heavy smut with power dynamics,  brat tamer!Wanda and sub!Reader, edging, orgasm denial, slapping, a lot of teasing, blindfold and magical restrictions, enchanted strap, kind of rough,  implied enemies to lovers, some cursing | Words: 3.559k

A/N-> This is almost late. I totally forgot I had to post the stories.

General Masterlist | Kinktober Collection | AO3 | Wattpad

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It was Natasha's idea, or at least it was a Black Widow kind of thing.

Most of what Wanda knew about it came from Steve's official report on the training, and the rest of the story came from Sam gossiping around the tower.

But in a nutshell: You had your vision temporarily impaired on the last mission, you were knocked out by it and it almost fucked everything up. Wanda would have thought that this was all it took to diminish your ego a bit, but instead, you and Nat had a weird widow's agreement about eliminating weaknesses or whatever, and this was adapted to your training.

The whole story was the reason you were training with a blindfold on. 

And don't let Natasha hear this, but you were an impressive fighter, even more than the older widow. Somehow you were more agile and stronger than Nat, and it was the kind of thing that made Clint remark worriedly about how much harder your widow training could have been and secretly made Wanda's heart beat faster.

But back to the point: Wanda shared very few training shifts with you. Steve and Nat found peaceful interaction between team members advantageous, so as you didn't get on so well, she had fewer training sessions in your company.

Well, that changed because you seemed determined to prove that you could block blows without seeing them.

"Wow, you're still here." It came out more ironic than she wanted, but Wanda was actually almost impressed. It had been nearly a month since the whole thing had started, and this training was coming after a particularly exhausting mission. She was just going for a quick session - so that the muscles wouldn't lose habit as Steve liked to say - when she found you in the empty tower gym. 

The eyes covered by a black cloth were an almost comical sight, or at least, Wanda assumed that finding it funny was what she was feeling, every time she saw your serious and concentrated form, sweating in the gym.

"Good evening, Wanda." You greeted her without looking at her, your head down. You were listening to her movement she assumed. 

Wanda muttered the greeting back, busy leaving her belongings on the bench and looking for a treadmill. But you cleared your throat. "Don't you want a real challenge?"

She chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Oh, and that would be you, of course."

You smile, your hands behind your body. Wanda thinks she likes the blindfold, it allows her to stare you brazenly, without you even knowing.

"I'm a legendary fighter, yes."

She has to laugh at how naturally you say that. She takes a quick look at the treadmill, and well, smashing your ass really does sound more interesting.

"Okay, real challenge, show me what you've got."

Wanda positions herself on the opposite side of the mat from you, and clears her throat when you remain static.

" Won't you take your shoes off?"

She grimaces softly. Yeah, your hearing was starting to impress. Sighing begrudgingly, she uses magic to make the shoes come off and float away, and before she even has a chance to speak, you do.

"No magic tricks." It sounds like a serious warning, rather than a request, and Wanda doesn't miss a chance to torment you.

"Oh, is that too much for a legendary fighter?" She mocks, but all she gets back is an easy chuckle that she isn't able to reciprocate because you adjust your training gloves and the movement is distracting enough.

After a moment, you get into position. "I'm ready."

"At last." She scoffs, stepping forward. 

Ultimately, she's impressed. And she almost begins to believe that maybe the cloth is fake - there's no chance that you can dodge absolutely all the blows she's so exhaustively learned with such ease. 

It doesn't take long for Wanda to start getting impatient, and for you to start smiling at her, in that smug way that makes her skin itch.

She makes a mistake, and it's enough for you to knock her to the ground.

"Again." You say, standing next to her, equally out of breath but without a scratch. Wanda huffs.

"How the fuck are you doing this?" She asks, getting to her feet with a magical push. You swallow dry, taking a step back, very alert.

"Practice, of course." You mutter. "Are you ready to continue?"

But Wanda narrows her eyes, her head tilting slightly at your sudden alertness. She decides to test a theory, and red sparks appear in the air near your head.

The leap you make in the other direction makes her giggle playfully. 

"Something wrong, darling?"

You grumble, raising a hand in warning, irritably hitting exactly the right spot to point it at her. "Stop this. I told you, no magic."

But Wanda is tired, and she's feeling naughty tonight. Something about your vulnerability makes her body heat up.

She chuckles darkly, taking steps away that only make you swallow dry. "Someone's scared." She sighs, and the sparks appear again. You gasp, clearly anxious and not knowing where to strike.

It's Wanda's fault, there are too many of those and magic is much harder to defend against.

She chuckles at your state, and you snap back almost immediately."That's not funny, Maximoff." 

A magical tug pushes under your knee, behind your elbows, near your foot. Everything makes you jump with fright and sends Wanda into a fit of giggles.

"You're not so cocky when you're scared."

In a desperate attempt, you try to attack the magic, which only disappears into thin air against your skin. Wanda just stands back, watching the scene with amusement.

With an impatient grunt, you raise a finger at her. "Stop this shit, I'm warning you-"

"Don't be rude, darling. I like you best when you're polite." Wanda interrupts, and your exclamation of indignation turns into a grunt of pain when a magical tug forces you to your knees on the mat.

"What the hell?" You gasp, raising your hand to remove the blindfold. 

But the sensation that follows is like ropes grabbing your wrists and pinning your fists behind your back. Your heart is racing at the same moment. "Wanda, what the actual fuck you're doing?"

Although you can't see her, you hear her very well. Her slow steps towards you, until she makes you jump gently when she touches your cheek. You swallow dry. "Stop this bullshit, Wanda, I'm serious."

She pushes her tongue into the roof of her mouth, a clicking sound that makes you swallow dry again. Her fingers caress your cheek, and the lack of visibility makes everything all too vivid.

"You have a very dirty mouth, kotenok (kitten)." She retorts in a tone that makes you shudder from head to toe. With a dry throat, you look up, even though you can't actually see her.

It must be a good thing for your sanity, though. God knows what you would have done if you could have seen the way Wanda's eyes darkened with hunger when she saw you on your knees, looking up at her.

Licking your lips, you say calmly: "Be very careful with your next action, Wanda. It will be definitive for our future interactions."

She bites back a smile, and her hand leaves your cheek for your hair, the motion in the strands at the nape of your neck drawing a stubborn sigh from your lips.

"See, it's much better when you're polite." She says softly, letting her fingers slide between the strands, stroking your hair gently. "That's how it goes. You behave nicely, and you're rewarded. Behave badly, and well..."

To illustrate, she moves her free fingers. You hear the magic before you feel it - right under your blouse, like a rough tug on your left nipple that makes you grunt in pain.

"Fuck, you little shit-" But swearing at her makes it worse. The sensation is repeated on the other nipple, not real enough to hurt the flesh, but enough to cause pain. And in the current scenario, on your knees and blindfolded, just the right amount for a wave of pleasure to wet your panties. 

It takes you by surprise, so much so that instead of grunting in pain, you practically moan. And that makes Wanda smile, especially as she can see the blush rising on your face.

"You need to improve that attitude." She starts again, adjusting the grip on your hair to force your face in her direction again. You bite the inside of your cheek hard, certain that this time, you would have whimpered. "You've been acting like this for too long, you've gotten comfortable in your naughtiness. I can fix that."

"Wanda..."

"Shush, darling, now you don't talk. You listen. Isn't that what you were hoping to train yourself to do?" She teases, and the grip loosens. You don't have to obey, but you're desperate to do so.

With a lump in your throat, you nod and remain silent. And the next second, when the sound of a zipper fills the room, you grow restless and alert.

You're ready to question when Wanda sighs.

"Shit, honey, that's been working for me too." She panted and you were dying to understand what the hell she was talking about when, along with her shortened breaths, you heard a sound that shook your body to its core. 

Was it really possible that Wanda Maximoff was fingering herself right in front of you?

"W-wanda-"

The slap isn't magical - nor is it weak. Your cheek burns, but Wanda grabs your face anyway.

"I told you to be quiet." She grunts, and in a way, the affected voice is confirmation enough of your suspicions. You can feel your underwear starting to feel uncomfortable with the dampness gathering. "You've talked a lot of shit since I joined the team, now you listen, you brat."

Not only do you hear it, but as the movements continue, you can smell it. Her sweet, intoxicating essence is enough to make you moan for the first time in the night.

Wanda let that one slide, because the sound is too good to punish you for it.

And because you've held still long enough for her fingers not to be enough anymore, she's decided that you deserve a reward.

"Open your mouth, darling, I've got a little treat for you." She sighs, and you obey almost immediately, even though your face is burning.

Wanda removes her fingers from inside herself, sighing softly as she does so. Unhurried, she presses them against your tongue and has to bite down hard on her own when you buckle forward, sucking on her fingers with enthusiasm.

"Look at you, who knew you were such an eager little thing?" She taunts, although the sensation of your tongue on her fingers is almost making her lose her train of thought. She can only imagine how deliciously warm you must feel elsewhere.

You just keep moaning, sucking all her wet pleasure from her fingerprints, and Wanda has to reach down and grab your hair once more to regain some of her sense of grounding.

Her voice is hoarse when she speaks again, but you don't seem to mind. "Did you like your treat, darling?"

You open your mouth to reply but hesitate before doing so. And Wanda smiles proudly when she realizes. "Oh, dear, you can speak if it's to answer my questions. Tell me how much you appreciated your treat."

Swallowing dryly, you lower your head. "I loved it, Wanda. And I would love to taste it from the source."

She bites back a giggle, using one hand to lift your chin. "You didn't even thank me."

"Th-"

The magic squeeze comes directly to your clit now. You let out a little yelp, but Wanda's hand doesn't let you lower your head. 

"I didn't tell you to thank me. Rather, I was reprimanding you because good manners don't come to you naturally." She clarifies, and with tears of pain and pleasure in your covered eyes, you nod in understanding. Wanda sighs. "I'm going to make a good girl out of you, even if I have to keep you on edge all night for it."

The whimper that escapes your throat is humiliating, Wanda loves the sound. 

The next sensation on your skin is that of a chain, wrapping itself around your neck. 

"We need to continue this in a more private place, darling. Where no one will interrupt us." Wanda guides, and the chain gives a gentle tug, the hint caught just in time by you, who are on your feet almost immediately. Wanda bites back a smile. "Fuck, I could get used to this."

She manages to lead you quietly and obediently through the empty corridors, but your anxiety overcomes you at the door to her room.

You stop walking, gulping. Wanda smiles because you're waiting for permission to ask a question, even when you're dying to have it answered.

"It's my room." She clarifies, but you shake your head, signaling that it wasn't your doubt. She shouldn't be impressed that you've already become able to memorize the sound of the way to the rooms, but she is. Smiling, Wanda brings a hand up to your face again. "What do you wish to ask, darling?"

You sigh at the permission granted. "Are you... are you sure? About this..." Wanda is taken aback. Your hands are still bound, you're still blindfolded, at her mercy, and yet you're worried about how sure and comfortable she is. You take a deep breath as if trying to find the right words. "This is important, Wanda. We can't go back to how things were before if I come in. And if you're not sure, send me away, and I swear we won't talk about this again and-"

Wanda moves in, it's quick and less hungry than she thought your first kiss would be, considering recent events and frankly, the way she's been craving you.

Your lips are soft and kind of addictive. Your mouth kisses her with real confidence as if you've done it a dozen times, and Wanda has no idea how often you've done it in your dreams. 

But reality is superior to any of those.

You grunt against her mouth, impatiently, and Wanda knows it's because of your trapped hands. But all she can do is smile mischievously, using hers to pull you by the shirt into the room.

The door is magically closed behind the two of you.

You're not surprised to be put on your knees again - even if a moan of protest escapes you. Wanda smiled, feeling a wave of excitement at your vulnerable anxiety, your eyes blindfolded and your head moving gently as if you expected to hear what she was up to.

Wanda bit her lip, working on her own clothes without magic, so that you could hear the motions. It brought a shiver to watch you squirm gently, swallowing dry as if you could picture her naked. And your pleading sigh, practically meowing her name, made Wanda lose her mind.

Now wearing only her underwear, she grabbed your face again and kissed you with everything she had - teeth and tongue - and swallowed every throaty moan until she needed to breathe again. When she pulled away, a line of saliva connected your lips.

"We need a system, darling..." She murmured, her fingers working to open the belt loop of your sweatpants. "You know the color one? Green for go, and red for stop?"

"Y-yes, Wanda, please, just keep going-" She interrupted with a kiss mixed with a giggle at your desperate response, the hands that had opened your pants helping you to the bed, laying you down. The magical chains had adapted, and your hands were attached to the headboard now, holding you open for Wanda. Your arousal grew so intense that Wanda could see your muscles twitching.

She sighed contentedly as she sat on your hips, watching your curious and expectant movements. Magic did the work of removing your pants, but Wanda was taking her time teasing your skin under your blouse, having the best time in the world watching you squirm and gasp.

"Tell me what you want." 

You swallowed dryly, forcing your voice out: "Anything you want to give me."

Wanda bit back a giggle, her fingers tracing your torso. "Good answer, darling." She sighs, and in one tug, rips off your shirt. The remaining pieces are swept away as you try to keep your breathing under control. Wanda adjusts herself and sits on your stomach, her wetness and warmth against your skin making you wince. "I have an idea, you let me use you and I might consider letting you touch me, what do you think?"

"Fuck." You moan, and Wanda can't let that one slide, though the slap on your cheek is light, and much more of a teasing warning than a punishment. It makes you throb inside.

"Language." She warns, and you sigh.

"I'm sorry."

Wanda strokes the soft red on your cheek, leaning in in a way that makes her wetness slide down your abdomen. The involuntary contraction of your muscles draws a gasp from both of you.

"Behave yourself." She warns, and it seems to be as much about the language as your slight movements, and although you nod, you repeat the gesture. Wanda gasps and grips your cheeks tightly. But you force your body upwards, and her grip loosens as she begins to grind against your stomach, giving in to the sensation. 

It brings some kind of pride to know that she's just as affected by this as you are, but even as she's drenching your skin with her hot pleasure, Wanda lowers herself to wrap her hands around your throat and as she uses your tense abdomen to reach her own orgasm, her grip warns you who's in charge. She doesn't take long to come - all the teasing outside has gotten under her skin - and it's the hottest thing that's ever occurred to you, even if you can't see it.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." She gasps through the last waves of her orgasm, her hips thrusting hard into you, who pants beneath her. Her juices run down your belly and you squirm impatiently.

"Please, Wanda. Let me touch you." You beg breathlessly, but she kisses you hungrily, her hands going down to your waist. At first, you think she's going to give you what you want, but Wanda gropes you in an unusual way, and you hear her magic before you feel a new volume between your legs. It takes you by surprise, the enchanted item and your tense body makes Wanda break the kiss.

With her forehead pressed against yours, she asks: "Red or green, darling?" As if to encourage an answer, Wanda grabs the conjured fake cock in her hand. It's really enchanted because you feel everything and the pleasure of the moment's stimulation brings a gasp. You move your hips, in the same direction as her without realizing what you're doing, and Wanda giggles. "I still need words."

"Fuck, green, yes." You moan and Wanda gives you a warning bite on the lips for cursing, but your head is spinning with pleasure from the movements that continue between the two of you.

Toys are nothing new - but a magic strap-on that you can feel as an extension of you certainly is. And Wanda seems willing to drive you to the brink of insanity when she simply adjusts the toy at her entrance and sinks in all at once.

You whimper, almost coming at once. She rocks gently against your lap without caring.

It's hard to breathe, especially when Wanda picks up speed and practically jumps on your cock, her warm walls clenching around you, trying to stop you from pulling out. Everything is too hot and just when you're ready to come, Wanda grabs your throat.

"Hold it." It's an order, almost impossible to obey when she rides your lap with such determination. You choke, struggling against the chains, the hot knot in your belly begging to break.

You almost sob. "I-I can't... please-"

She lets out a wicked giggle and doesn't stop moving. "Don't worry, babe, you're not coming. No matter how much you want to."

Wanda moans, and suddenly her movements stop. She groans heavily, gets impossibly tight and you think you're going to come, but something holds you back. Almost like a force of strength, and when Wanda falls limp against you, and her body continues to tremble from the intensity of the orgasm in contrast to yours, burning with more frustration, you understand what she's done.

"Wanda, what the fuck?" you gasped in a mixture of disbelief and irritation. And instead of losing her temper, she giggles mischievously at you.

"That's why you don't deserve to cum, baby. You're a foul-mouthed brat." She bites your jaw as she sits up, and you gasp, feeling her clench around you. "You're not coming until you improve this attitude."

She thrusts into you as a warning and although you feel as if you could come, your body simply won't obey. Because of the blindfold, you can't see her red irises either. 

"You're so mean, Wanda." You groan, sighing at the sensation of her pulling out. 

"Oh, darling, we have barely started."

[finalgirlsamwinchester]

realised. dean is the perfect viewer avatar for a horror show. he gets to be both the action hero and the quippy, self-aware wiseguy who knows he's in a horror show. he provides a safe point; a comfortable power fantasy for you to experience a story through. he's ash in the evil dead. he's a gunslinging tough guy, and you get to see those moments where heroism sits on his shoulders like an ill-fitting leather jacket. and even when he gets his turn at being captured and victimised by the narrative, it's filtered through this mythic lens first. he's the tormented hero; tortured by villains, tortured by the constraints of his role. yeah he gets bruised, beaten bloody to a pulp, torn to shreds and killed, but his perception of reality never gets thrown into serious doubt (unless it's played out as a gag). the narrative valorises his sense of right and wrong, because that's what heroic stories do. their heroes provide moral center, regardless of how we might judge them. the lines dividing hero, anti-hero, and villian are paper thin, and dean isn't truly ever allowed to be ambiguous. and the hero always wins in the end, even when he dies.

meanwhile sam is the abject object of the horror show, a character who gets trussed up, chased, tied up, ripped apart, cut into, possessed, exploited, manipulated and psychologically hounded. he's carrie covered in pig's blood. he's the marginal person people are cheering on either to die - or to live past it all. he gets his turn at playing both movie monster and victim, always occupying the liminal space between both. abject horror lives within him. he's violated with demon blood, he consumes demon blood. he hates halloween because he vomited his guts up in front of a room of normal children. he will never get to be normal, he's designated the freak on multiple levels, but most significantly, by the way his narrative frames him. he's living inside a world that is at its core, fundamentally frightening and horrifying - full control over himself and his surroundings is always slipping away, just beyond his reach. his grip on reality and the world around him gets thrown into question by the story consistently. what's right? what's wrong? what's real? what isnt? the narrative punishes him - because that's what happens to you when you're living in a horror. he can never run away from his nightmare reality, it catches up to him like a curse nipping at his heels. the only way out for him is through the punishing fire. in order to survive, he's required to be pushed to the absolute brink of instability; emotionally, physically and mentally. he emerges out the other end, barely holding it together but somehow alive - like the bloody final girl, changed irrevocably by what she's experienced.

[nostalgiafactor08]

LOTR in a modern world headcanons? I think yes.

I did this on one of my old accounts that i ended up deleting for some reason, i don’t remember, but here. Back on my Lord Of The Rings BS, let’s gooooo. This’ll be the fellowship with everyone intact, no one is dead.

As always requests are open and let me know if you want more!

LOTR x GN! Reader, general headcanons for if you had to take care of them today, in 2023. Enjoy!

The ring most likely has no power in this dimension, so yay Frodo is free from torment!

Sam loves watching cooking, gardening and home renovation shows, and he gets very invested in the former two. You learn a lot you didn’t really need to know from his commentary

Once Pippin learns about pyjamas and fuzzy slippers he never goes back, you literally cannot get him out of them

Boromir and Aragorn, being human and coincidentally two of the most responsible members of the fellowship, are the easiest to take in public to the grocery store and such.

You can pass off the hobbits (if they cover their ears with their hair) as children, and Gimli is your friend with dwarfism.

Gandalf you can pass off as your grandfather, and Legolas looks pretty normal if you cover his ears.

Pippin is the type to bounce in his seat in the car and ask “Are we there yet?!” every 5 minutes

Frodo really likes to draw, especially when there’s so many cool places and movies to draw inspiration from.

Movie nights? No horrors. The hobbits are terrified by ‘em.

Movie nights are literally so difficult because they all have such different tastes

Merry really likes James Bond movies.

Pippin is obsessed with nail polish when you introduce him to it. Boromir gets his repainted every time the polish come off. His nails need serious help after a while

Pippin and Merry often start pillow fights, and drag everyone else into it

If you have space for a garden or plants in your home, Sam is on it. He finds it calming, so now you have some home grown plants :)

Taking the hobbits in public? Bad idea. You can trust Frodo and Sam, but Merry inevitably drags Pippin off to do something dumb and possibly dangerous.

Gandalf has an old man rocker. There is no discussion.

The hobbits do the classic “getting one sibling to ask for fast food because whoever’s in charge will say yes”, they get Frodo to do this because he has the best puppy dog face and he’s unsure about asking for things normally.

Pippin and Merry cannot handle too much caffeine or sugar or they go crazy

You thought Legolas’ hair was good before? He steals your hair care products and his hair is literally perfect.

(He’s also willing to do skincare with you, not that his face needs it. Again, flawless)

Game nights are so chaotic. You can’t play a lot of games since they don’t know what many things from this world are, so games like Trivia and Charades are off the table

Gimli and Legolas verse each other in video games, often enough it ends with Legolas winning and Gimli rage quitting

Aragorn is so responsible he’s literally the perfect man to do anything with, and he can hold the fort down if you need to leave

Pippin is so clingy, he trails you wherever you go and asks you random questions but it’s adorable

Boromir insists on carrying your stuff, bags of groceries, all that

Frodo often goes to the library to find new books to read, with you of course

There’s a whole debate on whether 3D or 2D animation is better, i would not get involved if i were you.

Pippin and Merry are also avid fans of quoting their favourite movies, once they see them

Legolas and Frodo are the best listeners, they will just sit there and not judge or try to give you advice they just. sit there. like the perfect men they are.

Legolas would have a meme for everything. Like any situation. You text him like “PIPPIN FELL DOWN SOME WELL WE DON’T EVEN HAVE A WELL HELP” and he just has a meme that fits the situation perfectly.

Frodo and Legolas would watch Avatar: The Last Airbender together because it’s their favourite show. Aragorn jumps in also.

Those three are also avid tea drinkers.

Boromir likes Game Of Thrones. I don’t know anything about it, he just does. Please confiscate Pippin while he does.

Pippin gasps dramatically whenever a plot twist surprises him.

Sam loves to cook, and he does a lot of cooking in the house once he arrives. You two just work together in the kitchen (if you can’t cook, he’ll teach you) and have nice sweet conversations

Legolas is great at doing people’s hair. If you ask him to, he’d probably agree, though he’d probably be a bit flustered as that is a courting ritual in his culture.

Ask Legolas to talk to you until you fall asleep. His voice is so heavenly istg-

The hobbits get sleepy when their hair is played with and it’s adorable

Won’t lie this hyperfixation came back then it circled back to TMNT and today i watched these films with my friend and now i’m back to LotR love. Most of this has been sitting in my drafts for a couple weeks.

Anyway, I think that’s about it from me, I hope you guys enjoy! :)

If you want to request, rules are pinned on my page! Let me know if you want a general part two or a set of modern headcanons for a specific character. I love LOTR in the modern world content so much.

Have a good day, and remember that you are loved!

[the-fiction-witch]

Young Love P2

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating SMUT

Requested I NEED part 2. I love it. Must need part twoooo This is amazing! Waiting for part 2 part 2 plsss ❤️❤️ Part 2 please I can't wait for part 2 ❤ Part 2 plsss I it's so cute I couldn't help myself but laugh because I would have done the same thing to my friends

I sat at the table on my third drink since I took my seat, My family of course was eager to ask questions but I didn't want to speak. Maybe this was all a terrible idea. 

"So Dr Dawkins, how long have you been seeing our sweet Y/n?" My mother asked,

"Ohh Almost a year now, isn't that right my darling?" He smirked in my direction, his hand coming to settle on my thigh

I glared but smiled and nodded, before I quickly grabbed his hand and crushed it as I forced his hand away,

"oww" He complained to quiet for anyone at the table to notice, "Don't be vicious darling." he whispered,

"Ohh that's just lovely," Magnolia smiled, "Reminds me of our own courtship." she smiled at her husband Sam, 

"And tell me do you have intentions to continue with my daughter?" My father asked,

"Ohh yes, certainly sir." He nodded, "We were thinking of a spring wedding weren't we my darling?" He smiled leaning on his hand and blowing me a kiss, But I stomped on his foot under the table, He shot me a look as everyone talked about themselves "I'm doing what you asked."

"Dail it back loverboy." 

"So? Do you two think soon we can expect splendid news?" my mother asked and the table silenced,

"Yes, very soon I'm sure." He answered,

"Ohh wonderful!" She smiled, 

"And of course, we'd be expecting young ones?" My father offered,

"Ohh Absolutely, we had discussed it, of course, four children we were thinking my darling?"

I glared at him with rage "Yes... Dear." 

"Wonderful! Young love is so sweet and beautiful now we only have little melody and all our sweet little ones will have a love of their own," My mother smiled, "Ohh how I remember the moonlit strolls, the sweet shared cookies, the secret words whispered at windows, the thrill of love bites hidden from others eyes, of muffling the lustful sounds of intimacy behind pillows for fear of walking the house, the unbridled torment and ecstasy of young love." 

 I held my breath trying not to answer, my parents had always been like this so affectionate for each other that they often failed to realize that's not the sort of thing you tell your children about when you are their age. 

"But of course, you two must be well aware of such things,"

"...yes absolutely," He nodded, "Your uhhh" he coughed," Your daughter and I are well aware."

"Wonderful, and of course now you are no longer a secret Dr Dawkins, you are welcome to stay the night with y/n so long as you two just let us know." my mother smiled,

"We wouldn't want any sudden interruptions now would we?" My father added,

"I- I Can?" He gulped, 

"Of course, we trust a doctor to know the best ways to... help our daughter," my father winked at Jack,

"Yes, of course." Jack nodded shooting me a glance as if to ask 'Are they serious?' and I just nodded in return, "well that uhh that will be nice won't it darling" 

"Yes... it will" I rolled my eyes 

Once dinner was done I very quickly took Jack back to my room mostly to try and hide, Immediately I jumped on my bed and hid my face away, 

"Your uhhh your parents are weird."

"Yeah, I know..."

"They have literally only met me for dinner, and they are completely fine with me banging you." 

"Jack, don't call it that."

"Having sex with you then. They are... really accommodating..." 

"They are weird."

"yeah they are... and it's bloody weird, I feel kinda bad I'm not having sex with you they seemed like they really wanted me too, I feel like I'm a disappointment all of a sudden." 

"the deal was cookies and Beer Jack I'm not sleeping with you."

"Can we amend the deal?"

"To?"

"Every time I need to pretend to be your boyfriend, you have to sleep with me."

"No."

"Then the deal is off and I'm telling them-" he said heading to the door

"No no no!" I stood and grabbed his arm, "ughhhh fine! One orgasm per performance."

"Not one orgasm, sex."

"Ohh sex is finished after you orgasm"

"Not necessarily, One orgasm could be you just pawn me off with a handjob and my performances are worth way more than that." 

"Fine... Sex. Per performance."

"Thank you, I will accept a blow job."

"I bet you would, it's just easier for me to sleep with you at least then I can lay down and my jaw doesn't get tired." 

"Good, we have a deal?"

"Do I still owe you a pound a kiss?"

"Let's say a kiss for a kiss how about that?"

"Fine."I sighed, 

"Good, we're agreed then, Now? where's my reward for such a stellar performance darling?" He cooed wrapping his arms around my waist,

"I'm really gonna hate you aren't I?"

"Yeah you are, but you can't argue 'cause you wanted this." He smirked, "You asked me to pretend to be your boyfriend, so I'm being your boyfriend," he smirked grabbing my arse,

"Fine, let's just get this over with. And don't be loud I already know my parents are assuming there fucking in here I'd rather it not be confirmed," I sighed moving to the bed,

"Grumpy little girly today,"

"Just get this over with Jack." I sighed, 

"Alright, how do you want me darling?" He smirked crawling on my bed, "I get to hold your hips and thrust your face into your pillow? do I get to hold your legs around my neck? or am I gonna get you bouncing on my cock?"

"You get to work with the side while I lay down with my book," I told him laying on my side and grabbing a book, He rolled his eyes as he slipped his waistcoat and shirt off laying down beside me and wrapping his arms around me and kissing my shoulder, He took my book from my hand and tossed it to the side "Hey!"

"You're not going to need to entertain yourself with me, darling," he cooed as leant down to nibble and kiss my neck tugging down my dress to expose my shoulder to him his kisses getting more intense and lustful slightly biting,

"Don't bite Jack i don't need my mother pointing them out,"

"Aww come on? it'll be cute, I want them to look at you, see your cute little hickies and say humm look what Doctor Dawkins did to Y/n" 

"One Hickie." I warn,

"I better make it count then," he growled, he kissed up my neck and found a spot I couldn't hide he made sure to nibble and kiss it first before he bit me like a goddamn vampire from one of my romance novels leaving a hard dark hickie on my neck I did my best not to gasp but it was fairly difficult given his attention his hand quickly undid my dress and slipped his hand under the now looser fabric to grab my breast "Ohh perky little girly aren't you?" 

"Hey, I said sex I said nothing about my boobs."

"Boobs are a very important part of sex, come on I just wanna make you feel good too why do you keep trying to stop me?" he cooed between kisses, "ohhh your body doesn't wanna stop me?" he growled as his hand grabbing and groping my breast had caused my nipple to get a little hard "Listen to your body darling," He growled tugging on my nipple to make it even harder before pinching it between his fingers and rolling the tip between his fingers 

"Ughhh!" I squealed before clamping a hand over my mouth

"Awww see, you are enjoying it." He smirked, "Humm imagine your family are tucking themselves in bed right now, all of them can hear you screaming, and they all know what we are doing." he smirked, 

"There just assuming."

"True, so even if you don't make any noise you know your whole family is sitting in their beds knowing I'm about to bang your cute little body," 

"Jack don't call it that."

"Bang, fuck, sex, whatever word you wanna call it... " He rolled his eyes tugging up my dress till he exposed my skin "Ohhh now that's a little juicer then I expected." he smirked smacking my arse

"Hey! Jack! don't I'll-"

"Aww you don't want me to make you too sore? Don't worry darling I'm gonna make you so sore your cute little arse can't even sit down to dinner with them tomorrow." He smirked forcing down my panties and moving his hand to stroke my clit, Immediately I bit my pillow not wanting to give him the satisfaction that I was enjoying it, "Awww what a cute little girly, such a pretty little pussy, open your legs or I'll throw you on your knees." 

I knew I couldn't argue so I moved my leg to let him work, 

"humm what a good girly," he cooed undoing his own pants and tugging them down, he gave himself a few gentle strokes before he slipping himself inside me "Ughhh fuck! Ummm! you should have made me your fake boyfriend years ago" he growled as he held my hips firmly digging his nails into my skin as he aggressively thrusted,

"And why is that?" I asked trying so hard not to scream as I felt the pleasure of him moving 

"cause I've been waiting to fuck you since I met you, if I'd known faking being your boyfriend for one night was all it took to get up in my little girly, Humm your family would want me marrying you by now after all these years." He growled, often biting and kissing my neck with the movement of his hips. 

"Ughhh Jack," I began to whine from the overwhelming pleasure my eyes often rolling back, 

"Awww see you do love me," he smirked, "Don't worry little girly, I'll make you cum" he smirked rubbing on my clit as he thrusted my bed creaking and banging against the wall from our movements, "Ummm listen to that fucking noise your parents must think there banging like rabbits." he growled, "Then again, I guess we are aren't we." 

"Jack faster please-"

"Yeah? Ughh you sound so good begging me for more, But... I can't, you feel you good little girly" He began to slow so I gritted my teeth, I hated admitting it, I hated what I was about to do, and the endless satisfaction it would give him, 

.... I'd never live what I'm about to do down... 

But I'm not stopping, I pushed his hips gently turning us so he laid on his back and I sat on top of him gently moving my hips at the speed I wanted him at,

"Ohhh fuck! you bad bad girl!" He growled grabbing my hips to guide me to bounce on him, I admit he looked amazing laid on my bed in only his shirt, his hair slightly sweaty and out of place, leant on his elbows against my pillows moaning under me as I worked, "Ughhhhh fuck! yeah? you want me darling? I'm not even your real boyfriend and you need me so badly?" 

"You are a cocky little bastard, Jack,"

"Yeah, I am. You seem to be enjoying my cock enough though," he smirked, "Ummmm! why the hell did I spend so long playing card with you, I should have been bending you over the table" 

"You bend me over the table I'll bite you."

"That a promise little girly?" he smirked slapping my arse as I got faster and faster, "Or maybe you'll just feel me inside you and remember how good I make you feel." 

"Ughh just shut up and move Jack!" I yelled moving his hand to my clit, he happily began rubbing on it again his other hand grabbed my dress almost ripping it to force it away enough to get at my breast which he happily groped and plaid with my nipple, "Ughhhhh!"

"Ughhhh fuck you sound so good!" he groaned, "humm what would your family say they saw you like this, their cute little daughter bouncing on her doctor?" he gasped, 

"Knowing my parents... they'd probably correct us on something."

"annoyingly I think you're kinda right." he joked, 

 but I reached my peak biting his neck as I did which in turn got him to his own edge burying himself deep inside me 

"UGhhhhhhhhhh! Yes! yes! Y/n!" 

I did my best riding it out as he all but collapsed against bed until I couldn't move anymore and I fell face-first into my pillow on the other side of the bed, we gasped and tried to regain our composure, 

"I'm really gonna enjoy this arrangement..." 

"Ohh shut up Jack..." 

"Love you too darling."

I yawned and forced myself up, my body still knotted up with Jack as after all that had happened last night we just kinda collapsed and slept in one another arms, still in our clothes from last night, I forced myself up and rubbed my eyes for a moment looking at Jack as he slept, humm... for such a cocky dick, he can be kinda cute when he's sleeping, I smiled a plaid with his hair a little which didn't even make him stir, so I moved and gave his lips a little kiss, but as I pulled back he opened his eyes, 

"Morning,"

"AHh! Christ you made me jump!" I complained, "I didn't know you were up,"

"I'm awake... just about." 

"Morning,"

"Morning," He smiled, 

"Particular reason you're still here?" I asked climbing out of bed,

"I'm meant to be your boyfriend, aren't I? Boyfriends sleep over sometimes."

"Do they?" I asked starting to change out of my dress from yesterday, 

"They do, they cosy and cuddle up with your girlfriends"

"weird,"

"We did have sex last night."

"I know, I'm still sore and... sticky." 

"Yeah sorry about that, I'd have pulled out but... you were a little too vicious with me."

"Still I'd much prefer we have sex and you bugger off."

"That's not how boyfriends work Y/n."

"Yeah well, I don't like boyfriends, hence the whole point of you faking to be mine." 

he smirked looking at me 

"What?"

"You're really wondering why I'm looking at you when you stood at the foot of the bed without your dress?"

I rolled my eyes, "You're a doctor I don't care, you've seen a hundred naked ladies, plus anything important I have you saw last night anyway."

"True." He smirked, "What is your issue with boyfriends?"

"Fictional men are better, you ever read anything by Jane Austin? Ever. Trust me after Frederick Wentworth or Fitzwilliam Darcy." I explained, "You can't go back to the chaos of real men." 

"You can't fuck a book y/n." 

"I would if I could Jack." I said getting a clean dress for the day, but he moved to the end of the bed not bother to tug his pants up and grabbing my waist to pull me to stand naked between his legs 

"That what you want little girly? You want me to quote Jane Austin at you, to read you a Shakespearian sonnet, to make you feel loved?"

"... couldn't hurt Jack," I admit, 

He smirked kissing my sternum as he spoke "In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."

I gasped doing my best not to squeal as I looked down at him,

"Like that darling?"

"Eep." I squeaked, 

"Aww you're so cute little girly," He smirked, he slapped my arse and continued to kiss my chest and breasts, "You're cute when you let the hard shell down a little." 

I was about to speak but my bedroom door opened to my mother, Immediately I grabbed the sheet to cover my naked body leaving Jack to grab the hem of his shirt to cover himself too, but it was kinda too late, "Mother!"

"oh, do excuse me. Breakfast is ready." She smiled, and for a moment her eyes looked over me she obviously saw what was happening before I grabbed the sheet but she looked carefully now to ensure she saw exactly what was happening, and for a moment her eyes lingered on Jack a moment as if she was.. inspecting him, "Will you be joining us Dr Dawkins?"

"Uhhhh yeah, yeah I will," he nodded sheepishly given he not only got caught half-naked by my her but also making out with the breasts of her naked daughter, 

"Good, well I'll be off then," She smiled leaving the room and shutting the door behind her, 

"she saw us?"

"Yeah, she definitely saw us." I sighed, "Fuck." 

[bananaguyboi]

Posting the full Chapter 2 of Tang Bo Returns! Here on tumblr before posting it on ao3 because i just know when i get back to this later, I will see some typos dskwdkadklasd

Anyways, Enjoy the read!

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Moments before Myeong-Suk arrived.....

Gu Chil, a member of the beggar sect walked leisurely down the road. He quietly observed the busy market with a hint of curiosity, but shifted his focus to his thoughts.

'Maybe after the report, I could eat some food..' Gu chil thought.

As he continued his walk, A person carrying heavy boxes abruptly bumped into Gu Chil.

The boxes fell one by one. Causing huge, loud thuds ringing through the market place, but people couldn't careless. and continued their business.

"Oh, I'm sorry" Gu Chil immediately apologize, moreso bluntly than feeling sorry.

However, The person who looked like an thug glared at him, and quickly retorted.

"You! YOU..!!" The thug roared, it was loud enough to burst a person's ears.

Gu Chil slowly step back from the thug, and swiftly looks at the eyes of crowd who was walking by as if asking for help

However, the crowd avoided eye contact, and continue to stroll peacefully as they ignore the poor beggar.

Oh, fuck me..

The thug was about to walk up to Gu Chil, however, as if faith has landed on Gu Chil's shoulders, the thug was quickly stopped by beggar.

And another beggar.

And another beggar..

And another one....

And that guy too......

No, but seriously! What are the beggars doing here?

It's not like they're here to buy anything?

With a multiple beggars suddenly coming forward left, and right, The thug angrily grit his teeth, and turned around. "I'll remember this.." the thug grumbled as he walks.

"Oh? He's running away?"

"Tch, boring."

"Hey, Gu Chil! We did great right!?"

With no words to be said, Gu chil simply sighed.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You always cause trouble by yourself, Gu Chil-ah. If the Mount Hua's Chivalrous Sword sees you bruised, he might start tormenting us with his fist." The beggar joked, but he seems serious at the same time?

With a pat on the back from the beggars, Gu chil felt uncomfortable, and let out a nervous chuckle.

'He's mentioning Chung Myung again...'

No! but seriously! why am I always associated with Cho sa- I mean Chung Myung in any form of way!?

Is it because I used to know him??

Anybody who knows me would always talk about Chung Myung... It's as if Chung Myung is the only person engraved in their mind!

It's not like my whole identity revolves around him.. So what's the point of mentioning it?

With confusing thoughts, A sigh came out of Gu Chil's tired mouth.

If only Cho Sam didn't join Mount Hua..

Cho sam used to be an angel that condone no sins! Ah.. wait no.. He wasn't a complete angel per say, but he was soft-spoken, quiet, and honest.

But now, he has turned into a madman disguise as a disciple from a prestigious sect!

Just what did he see in Mount Hua that made him suddenly change his personality?? And why!?!?

Or maybe chief Jeong Pol hit him so hard that day, he went completely nuts?

I could never know...

Defeated, Gu Chil slowly looked at the beggars within the crowd.

Then quickly glanced at the beggars that are with him.

Though.. there is someone missing.

"Where's Myeong-suk?"

"Hm? Is he in trouble? Why are you trying to find that punk?" An upset beggar asked.

"No, no. Me, Ha jun, and Myeong-Suk were assigned to report something." Gu Chil calmly explained to the irritated beggar.

"Pfft- He must be sleeping right now, like he always does" One of the beggar laughed, and chimed in the conversation.

"Yeah.." Another beggar sighed. "Are you sure you want him to be with you? He only slacks around."

"Eh? From what I know, he always mentioned that he has an illness, or something?"

"Isn't that just him excusing himself so he could doze off, you punk?"

"No, i mean- you always see him getting tired before he can even lift a box, right?"

"That's just him being lazy"

"Well, how about the time he ran a few meters away, and suddenly he fainted to the ground?"

"That's him being lazy again!"

"This crazy guy- How is that considered lazy!?"

The two beggars fiercely glared at each other, but one of them halted their heated argument.

"Whether he has an illness, or was lazy, I still don't think he would be helpful, Am I right Gu Chil?"

Gu Chil didn't respond, and sighed. The beggar who ended the argument saw an opportunity being open, and quickly ask.

"Gu Chil, I can help you instead of Myeong-Suk if you'd like." The beggar smiled.

It wasn't any normal smile however. It was one of those smiles that didn't bring any comfort. A smile with no genuine emotions.. but greed...?

Gu Chil can't say for sure.

Was it like Chung Myung's scamming smile? No, It was far from it. Although that bastard is up to no good whenever he smiled maliciously, at the very least he knew that he did it with a good intentions. (Despite, the strange strategies being used, ahem-). This one however, made Gu Chil uncomfortable. It also didn't help that the smiling beggar had a mocking tone.

So, he could only stare at him in silence.

He was simply tired of it.

Tired of people siding with him just for the sake of getting near the Mount Hua's Chivalrous Sword. Tired of people kissing his ass just to not getting beaten by that devil of a guy.

He could understand the reason. If he were in their shoes, he would do anything to not get pummeled by him too!

But what he never understood is why they're approaching him with a friendly facade, acting as if they were friends from the very start.

He's not the only one getting weird vibes from them, right?

Maybe they thought they could escape the death doors of the Chivalrous Sword, if they somehow befriended him? If that was the case, they don't know anything about Chung Myung.

Or maybe, they thought that if they approached Gu Chil, they would quickly befriend the Mount Hua's Chivalrous Sword themselves... If so.. They clearly don't know who Chung Myung is!

If only they knew, they would have probably avoided Gu Chil in every possible way, or take matters into their own hands, and beat the shit out of him out of anger.

Though, betting on the latter, the first one seems to be the safest..

Did all of this happen because he was treated with special treatment by Chung Myung? Perhaps.

But rather than feeling thankful that the demon himself favors him. It felt like he was betraying someone he never even met.

And to add more stress, the people around him just made him feel miserable. The way they look at Gu Chil as they give him backhanded compliments and praises. The way they talk to him as if he never deserved to have such treatment. It's not like Gu Chil wanted this attention!

Were they acting this way out of Jealousy? Resentment, perhaps? or maybe it's Superiority?

He couldn't be sure, but whatever the case, It was clear they didn't want to be friends with him.

"Gu Chil?" The smiling beggar blinked, waiting for an answer.

'Ah.. I kept him waiting' Gu Chil thought. He then grinned back at the him, and simply responded "No thanks." He was used to this, so rejecting them was shockingly easy.

The smiling beggar's eye twitched. "No, I insist. You might have a hard time dealing with someone like Myeong-Suk"

Gu Chil swung his head back, and forth in denial, and faced the smiling beggar. "Honestly, I'd rather be with Myeong-Suk than be with you guys"

Now hold on, that's a shocking news on its own, what the actual FUCK?

Gu Chil said it so confidently, however he was taken aback by the loud shouts of the beggars.

"Huh? Why that bastard??"

"Well.. Thats because unlike you guys, he simply doesn't care.."

"Doesnt care about what??"

"My relations..?"

...

That's not entirely a lie... Myeong-Suk was known to have never pay attention to one's affair.

To sum it up, he was a lazy bum. The beggars even sometimes wonder why he ever joined the Beggar Sect, a place dedicated to gathering, and collecting information.

"Hm.. He is quiet, i suppose.." The beggar added

"But still! You prefer that useless guy over us?"

"Well, in his defense, you guys are condescending at times.."

"What was that, you bastard!?"

Tired of listening, Gu Chil finally snapped "Ay- whatever! Ha jun, help me find him!"

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Gu chil intently stared at Tang Bo who was in the body of Myeong-suk.

He's asking if the heavenly demon is alive...?

This crazy guy- He must have lost his memories when he was asleep..

Still, hearing this from "Myeong-Suk" bewildered him. Why would he ask that??

Gu Chil pondered, then completely stopped his thoughts as he looked away from Tang Bo, and gazed directly at the mountains of Mount Hua.

'Wait.. hold on-'

Just as Gu chil could process his mind, Ha Jun growled at Tang Bo.

"Are you stupid, or what? why would he-"

but before Ha Jun could finish his words, his mouth was quickly covered by Gu Chil's hand.

"...? So that's a no?" Tang Bo tilted his head at the two beggars

"..Ahaha..." Gu Chil nervously laugh.

He was sweating bullets. He didn't know why, but his instincts are telling him that if he made a wrong move, It would hunt him back then, and there.

"Ahem... Let me speak in Ha Jun's stead" Gu Chil replied.

However Ha Jun resisted, and spoke out " Mmpfh- WAIT- NO BUT WHY-" but before Ha Jun could even form coherent sentences, his mouth was again, completely shutted by Gu Chil.

'This crazy guy! Are you getting yourself killed?' Gu Chil internally screamed as he direct his gaze at Ha Jun.

However Ha Jun couldn't understand the fear in his eyes, and look back, and forth at Tang Bo, and Gu Chil in confusion.

Tang Bo simply stared at the two struggling with a stoned-face. It was an interesting sight to see two beggars looking at him confounded, and afraid. Not like that was his first time-

But, He couldn't exactly blame them because if someone were to ask Tang Bo an idiotic question, that person would have been burried ten feet underground.

If Tang Bo used to had his prior strength that is.

Fortunately for Tang Bo, Gu Chil had common sense, and a sense of intuition, Although Gu Chil didn't understand why, he knew not to mess with the newborn devil in front of him. So he politely answered every one of Tang Bo's questions.

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Uncomfortable silence fell in the air.

Tang Bo's eyes were filled with confusion

Hundred years since the Demon war?

and Hyung-nim was the one who ended it?..

He can't tell if he should be happy or not.

On one hand, the war had finally ended. There will be no more people dying from pain. The people who survived, and lived on, proved that no matter the catastrophe, they won't give up.

but on the other hand....

...

.....

Tang Bo suddenly flowed back to his memories of Chung Myung who was holding his hand in panic, and agony.

...What did he feel when he finally killed him?

Euphoric? No, Rage maybe..?

Tang Bo raise his head, and face the now clear sky emitting with light, as if the previous battles hadn't happened.

Words can't describe the anguish on Tang bo's face Though quickly, his face turned into acceptance.

The dead will be dead, He had already said his goodbyes to him.

But..

If only he could meet him just one more time, that would be nice...

..Yeah..

..That would be nice....

Tang Bo shook his head, and moved away from his thoughts, He looked into the direction to Sichuan.

Although he missed his old life. The lord himself had given him a second chance

In this new life, he had set two goals in mind. Go to the Tang Family, and heal his Dantian!

He recalled that there was a specific room hidden away in the balcony deep into the underground in the Sichuan Palace that had ingredients of recovering from a Dantian. It was in Tang Bo's room...

Tang Bo did wonder on why his room specifically was place too deeply below the surface, despite him focusing more on pharmacy than poisons, but it's best not to dwell on it. As he continues to walk, He realize that he was.. slow.. and that annoyed him. He knows that he can't overexert the beggar's body. After all, the Dantian will get damaged. And, It's not like he was in a hurry either, but it's annoying nonetheless

Though he does wonder how he'll get in the Sichuan Palace.. The Tang Family would probably deem him as an impersonator, or anything. But that doesn't matter right now, he'll find out anyway when he gets there.

"Ho- Hold on, Myeong suk where-"

"Tang Bo." He abruptly asserted "Call me Tang Bo."

Tang Bo? As in a member of the Tang Family?

Just what is he planning??

Gu Chil, and Ha Jun were perplexed, but Tang Bo never cared enough to clear the confusion.

Tang Bo was walking away from them.. albeit slowly..

But, before Tang Bo gets too far, he quickly turned around, and faced Gu Chil.

"Hey"

"...?"

"Do you have a horse?"

"..........ahahaha......"

Tears started to form in Gu Chil's eye

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Augh....

Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!

That bastard...

The Mount Hua disciples who was laying on the ground, all bruised, and defeated, glared at Chung Myung as if their eyes were throwing daggers towards him.

Chung Myung payed no attention to them however, and quaffed the cheap liquor on his hand.

Gulp! Gulp!

After drinking the liquor whole, He then mercilessly struck Im Sobyeong's face when he was about to rise from the ground.

He flew across the field, and his head was thrusted against the ground. Im Sobyeong coughed heavily, and scowled at Chung Myung.

"You..! I'm a patient, you bastard!"

"Patieeeent? You? Patient? Come on, You evil sect bastard! Let me show you what a real patient is!"

" Wa- wait..!- Heeeeeeeeeeek!-"

Like a cat chasing a mouse, Chung Myung plunges himself towards Im Sobyeong, who was running away pathetically, then struck him on the back using his leg.

THUD!

Chung Myung quickly landed himself on the ground after thrashing Im Sobyeong near the death doors, and looked across the field.

Everyone lay sprawled to the ground, gasping for breath. They all look like they were barely clinging in life. well except for Namgung Dowi, who had special treatment because of the money he offered, but still...

"Is this all you can do!? Tsk, tsk! Back in my day...."

"Amithaba, He's talking like an old man again.."

"We're older than you! Older!"

"Is he a spy? How does he know all these things?? "

"Just please shut his mouth... I don't wanna listen to him anymore..."

"What was that?" Chung Myung glared back at the people criticizing him, however they averted meeting his eyes.

Chung Myung scoff, and continue to nag for who knows how long, he then casually walked inside the sect's head quarter to eat desserts, as if the business was done.

Namgung Dowi tilted his head, and directly looked at Baek Cheon who was groaning on the ground, disheveled, and covered in dirt.

"Uh.. Deputy Sect Leader"

"What?.."

"About Doja-nim.. what did he ever do in the past for him to always bring up our ancestors..?"

"I wonder too.. He's talking as if he knows them personally..."

"Maybe, he's an old soul reincarnated inside a younger man's body?"

"That doesn't sound too far off.."

With many questions rising, all eyes went to Baek Cheon, eagerly waiting for an answer.

Baek Cheon could only smile back at their silly questions

"I don't know" he simply responded

"Eh? How can you not know? Don't you hang out with him?"

"Well, He's not the kind of person to talk about himself despite chattering a lot"

"Yeah.. try talking to Chung Myung about his past, and it'll turn into a nagging session!"

"Augh.. Why can't he just tell us.."

They know him, but they don't at the same time

Aside from his strength, and a bit of his personality, They never really knew much about Chung Myung. He was close, yet distant . Though a stranger, he was still familiar.

They never questioned Chung Myung's knowledge. Because if they did, it will only lead them to confusion.

Like, right now.

" Maybe, He knew our ancestors before?"

"If that's the case, then he must be the age of an elder! Think better!"

"Aigooooooooooooo, just thinking about Chung Myung makes my head ache, Can't we just agree that he's a demon disguising himself as a disciple?"

"What if he came from Maegyo?"

"This crazy bastard! Do you want your skulls to be broken? What if Chung Myung heard that!"

Baek Cheon silently stared at the Nokrim clan arguing with the Tang Family.

it was a.. strange combination..

And.. uh...? Even the Namgung Family is bickering at the Ice palace soldiers...

Are we seriously gonna talk about this..?

Questioning Chung Myung's origins is like taking a deep dive to a pile of shit. Chung Myung as a person is already breaking the law of physics, even logic couldn't define his miracle-like actions! So why did they think it would be easy to figure out his past?

Though..

"Does anyone even know what he even likes?"

Everyone stared all at once to the person who asked who asked.

"Liquor"

"Money"

"Torture"

"Uh.. Sweets? Mooncakes?"

" Does him liking plum blossoms count..?"

"No but these guys! What does that question have anything to do with Chung Myung's past?"

" Well he's Chung Myung, How are we suppose to know? Try questioning him bout it, and even that's a struggle! So, we should at least know the basics of what he likes! like uh..? what else?""

"..Mount Hua?"

"We all know he likes Mount Hua Sect dipshit, where else do you think he'll be?"

"Honestly, aside from his achievements, Mount Hua is may be the only thing we ever know about him.."

They knew Chung Myung likes Mount Hua. Hold on, wait- "Like" is understatement.

He LOVED Mount Hua. They have never seen someone as loyal as Chung Myung is to Mount Hua.

Devotion? Determination? And Dedication? Combined with Eccentricities? Lo, and behold, we get the Mount Hua's Mad Dog.

Looking back, why did Chung Myung ever joined a declining sect like Mount Hua?

As they continue to think about it, Chung Myung being in Mount Hua just felt..... strangely natural..? Like it felt Perfect. Too perfect, in fact.

As if he was born to be in Mount Hua Sect.

Chung Myung among the Plum Blossom trees felt naturally quintessential.

Whenever he's alone, he would sometimes stare at the Plum Blossom trees with a gentle, warmth expression. Something about his eyes shimmer with pride as he looks at it, yet at the same time he looked as if he was yearning for something that was forever gone.

A sense of Melancholy exuded his presence.

To be frank, From their perspective, Chung Myung represents the Mount Hua Sect as a whole.

Through his sword techniques, his honey-like scent, and even the color of his eyes complements the color of Plum Blossoms. He was proud of it, being one from the sect. Nobody can deny that, they have seen it through his passion, and devotion.

So, despite the sect being at rock bottom, It'd be stranger if he didn't join at all!

Still, how did he do it? Restoring a fallen sect? Even their elders will have a hard time doing that..

In a way, he's like a miracle. As if heavens themselves gave Mount Hua's luck and fortune towards him specifically.

A person like Chung Myung wouldn't happen in a hundred of years. No.. Maybe thousands!

Simply calling him " the prodigy" is doing an injustice to what he had done to the world. He's a genius, a Master even. A monster that towers everyone, even the elders despite being so young.

"But then again, he's the same asshole who's tormenting us..."

"Aughh.. Why did you have to mention that?"

Everyone sighed in unison. Just thinking about that bastard's story was a headache in it of itself, so it's best to never question him at all.

But... there was still something that stands out...

" Say.... Does Chung Myung like the color green?" Jo Gul asked.

" This guy.. Yoon Jung sahyung! Can you please hit sahyung's head!"

"Hey! Hey! I was just asking a question??"

"What stupid question is that? Wouldn't he like pink, or red instead?

"Yeah i thought so too, but he has that long green ribbon he usually wears on his hair, so I was curious"

"Maybe he likes the color green, but why does that matter?"

"Because it is?" Jo Gul responded, but the disciples all looked at him with disappointment.

Jo gul pouted, and argued. " Don't look at me like that! I'm not the only one noticing that Chung Myung, That devil of a guy who would kick around a chest with the rarest treasure, and throw it around as if its a doll, takes care of a green ribbon with delicacy like it's a precious item, right!? "

...

"Jo Gul isn't asking a mindless question, like he usually does.."

" Sasuk, shut up.."

"Now that you mentioned it, When did Chung Myung wore it?"

" Probably since he joined? It's not like it's that important"

" Eh? Since the start? Didn't that ribbon came from the Tang Family? The expensive silk says it all! Maybe he wore it to show off our friendship!" a Tang Family member interjected.

"This crazy bastard! Do you honestly think that Chung Myung is that kind of person to do that!?"

"Well, it's not like we ever see him wear anything outside of the Mount Hua attire, so it's uncertain."

" But still.. the ribbon seems special to him.."

All stared at Chung Myung who was eating mooncakes, with a prickly, confused expression.

He always wears the green ribbon, but they never knew why.

It felt natural, like how Chung Myung naturally fitted Mount Hua.

And contrary to his body, and outfit that was usually covered in blood, dirt, or any kind of things, the green ribbon was always left untouched. Not even the a single stain gets to it, and whenever it does, he would he would do anything to remove it. Which speaks for itself that it is special.

As they further looked at the Ribbon.

They noticed that the ribbon wasn't just any normal ribbon. As the Tang Member mentioned earlier, it was indeed goddamn expensive.

A sophisticated, long green ribbon made of silk with tatters at the end. The appearance was simple, yet the fabric was uncommon. It looked worn out, as if the ribbon existed a century ago. Though, if they look closely, it was still lustrous, and was brimming with elegance.

Which was a stark contrast to Chung Myung's basic black, and red outfit.

Everything about the ribbon contradicted who Chung Myung is.

Elegance? Lustrous? Expensive fabric? and Decades of existence? Even the green color was distracting at times. Though, strangely enough, the ribbon's colors didn't clash with his clothes, but instead complemented each other.

It complemented him.

It just somehow fitted him naturally, and again, they never knew why.

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The ribbon part was taken inspiration of this work lol

Anyways- Thank you so much for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it skks

And if you have any criticism/feedback, please tell me in the comments!

(Also- the drawings for some of these scenes would be uploaded on Ao3 lol so yeahhhh- )

[swordfright]

oh god uh okay. jesus christ here we go. sigrid is c!dream's daughter from one of the alternate (i.e. bad) endings of ouroboros. sam thinks he's her father but neither of them is quite sure because, well. she doesn't look like sam. she looks like this...

there's no deep dark biome on the server, so nobody has ever seen a warden before. they literally do not know what the fuck she is or how to care for her. luckily, dream manages to escape the torment labyrinth when sigrid is a toddler. he takes her directly to phil because phil is like, old as balls. surely this old man knows something about this species, right? wrong.

raising her is challenging. she's completely blind, so she needs help to get around (good thing techno has not one, not two, but two-dozen dogs that can be trained as service animals.) they also discover, when she's around nine or so, that her screams can inflict serious damage on anyone within hearing distance. doomsday trio do their best, and she gets...some semblance of a normal childhood. normal by dsmp standards, anyway.

after their escape, when sigrid's still little, dream meets up with punz again and they continue to pursue their research together. dream leaves for days at a time, then weeks, then months, returning to the arctic less and less frequently. in his defense, it's not his fault he never wanted a kid. he's also got a pretty intense complex around not being seen with her, since he knows any association with him puts sigrid in danger. what ends up happening is that she basically gets raised by c!emeralds. her personality is much closer to techno's than dream's.

needless to say, she and dream have a complicated relationship. i've got about 15k words of him teaching her necromancy collecting dust in my drafts lmao

one of her Big Things is that she gets lonelier as she grows up and realizes there isn't anyone her age around to play with. the closest she's got to a friend is michael, who's a couple years older and has been inducted as a Real Syndicate Member (this is the ouroboros timeline, so sam never killed ranboo.) this leads to her rebellious phase, which involves a lot of exploring outside the perimeter of the arctic with her dogs. she eventually befriends another little girl who's in a similar boat (there are hardly any kids on the server! just boring grown-ups! it's not fair!) and the two of them meet up in secret to go on stupid dangerous adventures. phil and techno never see this other kid and are fully convinced that sigrid made up an imaginary friend to play with. in reality, the other kid is quackity's daughter. so uh. yes, this situation does eventually blow up in everyone's faces.

i'm gonna cut this off here sdfghgfd thanks for taking an interest tho!! i have a backlog of sigrid drawings, maybe i'll be brave and post more of them someday...

[therealvinelle]

Since Sam is guilty about what happened with Leah, do you think there's any part of Jacob that feels disturbed about his imprint on Renesmee?

(Thoughts on Jacob.)

(Thoughts on Emily/Sam/Leah.)

Sam and Jacob are very different people, and their imprints seem to behave differently, for lack of a better way to put it - Sam is tormented by what he did to Leah, while Jacob brought Charlie to a newborn vampire to facilitate his own access to Renesmee.

Even before imprinting Jacob had tendency to disregard others, in a way that reads to me like immaturity and hotheadedness. His insistence Bella had feelings for him, the forced kiss, the suicide threat, all of that is the behavior of someone who is too sure of what's right and that he knows what's best better than others. He responds with anger and appeals to emotion (in particular his "What was it all for?" speech to Bella where a little too much of how he sees her comes to mind) when he's in a disagreement he feels strongly about.

If somebody with that personality is then given an imprint, making one specific person the most important thing in the universe to him and causing him agony if they are separated, Jacob's not going to be rational about it nor is he going to care about others: it is right and just for him and Renesmee to be together, they need each other and always will. Anyone and anything who gets in the way of that are a problem.

Sam, by contrast, is older, didn't lose his mother nor have to care for his father from a young age the way Jacob did, he was in a serious relationship with a girl he loved. By all accounts he is very mature for his age and puts his duty above everything else.

So no, I don't think it's surprising their imprint seem to behave differently, nor do I think Jacob feels guilt over Renesmee the way Sam does Emily.

[thesoulspulse]

Now that I've officially started working on "Vestige" I thought I'd introduce a few of the new characters we'll be encountering a lot from here on out in drawing form. This is Sister Umbra who was briefly mentioned in the final chapter of "Nevermore" and I wanted to give her a serious goth queen vibe that reminds people a lot of Sam design-wise with the combination of purple and black.

Personality-wise Sister Umbra adores doting on the talented witches and sorcerers under her tutelage and toying with/tormenting the men she dislikes such as the idiot who left her favorite student Eris to fend for herself when she ran off looking for Owen before mysteriously disappearing. Sometimes its hard to tell whose side she's on when Sister Umbra doesn't shy away from telling people exactly how stupid they are to their faces but at the same time she also demands a great deal of respect for being a valued member of the council's inner circle.

Story: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14297213/1/Vestige

[foolondahill17]

The flashback episodes make a lot more sense when you read them as altered through the lense of whoever's memory we're in.

1.18 Something Wicked is obviously from Dean's pov. It's shrouded in shame and guilt, which is why we see Dean doing things that don't make sense. I.e. throwing out the spaghettios. I just don't buy that Dean, even that young, even in the heat of anger, would throw out perfectly good food when the only alternative is to go hungry. But I think his memory of the entire night has been altered by his guilt for "allowing" Sammy to be put into danger because of his own distraction. It's all be rewritten into one big glaring "You messed up. You did x, y, z wrong. Dad was right to disdain you."

3.8 Very Supernatural Christmas, is from Sam's memory. It's been distorted by his feelings of alienation and being completely blindsided and learning the truth about his dad. Do I think Dean actually yelled in Sam's face to "never talk about mom"? Not really. I think Dean probably got irritated and snapped, but I don't think it was a big explosion. But Sam's memory is blanketed in the overall feeling of always being in the dark, of being constantly lied to and berated for his questions, so he reads Dean's reactions as harsher than they might have been in reality.

4.13 After School Special, another one from Sam's pov. It's pretty clear that Sam views Dean's teenage years as rife with delinquency and womanizing, which is why I think this episode is so discordant when it comes to Dean's characterization. Would Dean be a total asshole to a teacher on his first day when it's been hammered into his head by John not to draw attention to himself? I don't think so. Would he threaten to pull a kid's lungs out because they're tormenting Sammy? Oh...um, yeah. I think he probably would do that actually. Would he cheat on his girlfriend to self-sabatoge when they were becoming too emotionally intimate and he knew they'd eventually have to separate, anyway, and he'd rather be a jerk than face the hurt of perceived abandonment? Um...actually that one rings true, too. But I don't think he would be so brash about it, if that makes sense? Like I don't think he would have risked a big blowup confrontation in the middle of school. Mostly, however, the one that doesn't sit right with me is being pointedly and intentionally abrasive to authority when he knows he and Sam are a 17 and 14 year old living alone, and any misstep could have serious consequences for his family. Yeah, he's keeping his head down in the classroom.

7.03 the Girl Next Door, also from Sam's pov. I don't have much to say about this one, except for the fact that, seen through Sam's rosy lenses of bygone Romeo-and-Juliet-esque innocence, is makes Dean's eventual actions toward Amy that much more horrifying. I'm definitely not saying Dean was justified for killing Amy, but I am saying that if the episode wasn't colored by Sam's rose-colored glasses, then Dean's perspective would be clearer: Amy was a girl Sam had seen two or three times at the library, flirted with once, shared a single kiss with when he was 15, and hadn't seen for over a decade. I wouldn't have trusted her, either.

9.07 Bad Boys, even though this one is pointedly from Dean's pov, I do think it is the more accurate of all the flashback episodes. This is half because Dylan is the most convincing young!Dean actor, who brings the same nuance to the character as Jensen does, but also because it doesn't shy away from the cringiness of Dean's teenagehood like in After School Special. In After School Speciel, Dean is way too suave and sure of himself. Yeah, we know from context clues, it's mostly bravado, but I think Sam's memory inlays another layer of "coolness" to his older brother that we don't see in Dean's more stripped, honest memory of himself as a teenager in Bad Boys. His first kiss is downright embarrassing (as all first kisses are). The dorky awkwardness of that interaction is the kind of thing most people gloss over in their memories, but the fact that the episode doesn't hints to its authenticity.

15.16 Drag Me Away sucks ass honestly. It seems to skew marginally toward Dean's pov, but the only meaningful moment is Dean finding the pile of dead children and admitting to having nightmares about it for years afterward. Other than that, it's pretty hard to reconcile the caretaker Dean we know with Dean telling his 11-year-old brother he's too stupid for college. Idk, maybe I could read harder into it, but season 15 was super bland and uneven when it comes to characterization for everyone, and I just kinda ignore it.

2 disclaimers: I don't think any of the writers of these episodes intentionally distorted characterization according to whose memory we were in. I just like to fill the plot holes bad writing leaves behind with tiny pebbles and shiny things because I'm a crow.

Also, yeah, this is Dean!centric because almost everything in my life is Dean!centric.

[thetwiggiesttwig]

[Normal] people in my notebook.

[sammygender]

12!

ask game

12: the unpopular character you actually really like and why everyone else should like them

sam obviously

i'm disconnected enough from mainstream fandom that i actually have no idea which characters are unpopular to them... i think amelia is pretty widely hated but i like her well enough especially as an arc for sam. i liked michael in s15 (and not a second before). him and adam's relationship was really fascinating they shouldve done more with it.

as for within my mutuals/samblr.... i honestly have no idea. i love the leviathans in s7 because i just think theyre fun but does that count as an unpopular character? sadly i am a hater to my core and there are far more popular characters i dislike a little....

OH wait i know. LATE SEASONS LUCIFER. everyone hates his ass and i will admit by s13 i was going Can somebody just rip up mark pellegrino's contract already (doubled in s14). but i actually really stand by him. smarter people than me have written better meta about this but there's just something so insidious about the way he acts in late seasons knowing hes inflicted irreperable torment and damage on sam.

like. ur century long abuser & torturer & rapist is always making edgelord dirtbag jokes and acting like a 14 year old with daddy issues and saying hes a virgin and hes awful obviously but hes awful in such a petty human way except hes Not. it lulls everyone into this false sense of security where they know lucifer's like, evil, but he's also just this annoying douche they work with sometimes, feels evil the same way your extremely right wing Young Conservatives make-me-a-sandwich coworker is kind of evil, and no one actually knows what happened in the Cage cause sam never talks to anyone about it, and i just think about how like........incredibly awful and isolating this mustve been for sam.

lucifer wont take anything seriously so how can anyone take Him seriously?? people complain about how hes a serious threat in like s5 and s7 and afterwards hes just a joke but i Like that. because he hasnt stopped being a serious threat hes just now petty, impulse-driven, apathetic, perpetually-teenage from the stunted growth of an ancient being in the Worst Possible Way. and hes still horrifically evil and sam is still incredibly terrified of him..

its just like! great to play around with! tfw your abusive ex is obviously a dick to everyone who meets him but he just kind of seems like a joke so no one can really take it all that seriously and now you just look kind of crazy for being this scared of him because tbh he seems too stupid to play the sort of psychological mind games he did and torment you that badly! sorry thats so interesting. then u add JACK into the mix? showstopping. astounding. jack Knows hes evil but like... thats just some guy. thats his dick dad who's kind of mean to sam. but like dean's his dick dad who's kind of mean to sam. shrug emoji.

anyway tldr i love late seasons lucifer. immortal deity adopting the aesthetics of evil (unfunny misogynstic white man). i dont know how this turned into a manifesto for him but. shrug emoji.

[audiofictionuk]

New Fiction Podcasts - 15th June

燈の守り人 -幻想夜話- Audio Drama 灯台には秘密があった。それは光の精霊『燈の守り人』が宿り、孤独な戦いを続けてきたこと。彼らは何と戦い、何を見てきたのか。豪華声優陣が語りかける、歴史エンターテイメント。ルポライター・長岡叶夜が、灯台に秘められた物語を紐解く、1 話完結型のショートストーリー。 https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240601-05 RSS: https://feeds.megaphone.fm/TFM8644900701

Mayamora Dungeons & Dragons Audio RPG A podcast featuring Althorrin (Irvas), Xain Scarlight (Nulga), Jack Freeman (DM), Shadowed one (Rain), Yeti (Loreel) Fox Queen (Eris) Moss (Glaucin). Cultists are reeking havoc arcross the lands as an unlikely group bands together in an off way, Now working together to unravel the unnatural occurrences surrounding them. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240602-01 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/althorrin/feed.xml

The Unforeseen Devouring Audio Drama The Unforeseen Devouring is a post-apocalyptic audio-drama created by Conner Mills that is in the style of tape recordings. Listen as Martin details how the event known as "The Devouring" happened. An event in which our very own planet began devouring everything it could. A story filled with mystery, hope, and also the real hardships of life. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240319-09 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/eaeb2e78/podcast/rss

The Disappearances of Lydia Fountayne Audio Drama After her parents' mysterious disappearance, a bookish teenager and her weird friends struggle to survive the feud over her supernatural inheritance. We're currently running a Kickstarter campaign to produce a full season of The Disappearances of Lydia Fountayne! You can learn more about the show, and find links to the Kickstarter, on our website https://lydia-disappears.com. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240204-02 RSS: https://pinecast.com/feed/the-disappearances-of-lydia-fo

99% Goblins Audio RPG This is a podcast of friends coming together to play roleplaying games. Join us on goofy, (sometimes serious) character-focused adventures! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240601-07 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/NinetyNinePercentGoblins/feed.xml

No Return: The Fate of Daya Audio RPG As some of you may know, Erset La Tari; The Land of No Return, began life as a 'homebrew' Table Top Role Playing Game (TTRPG) setting. Thanks to the immense talents of Dylan Smith (GM of Hearthfire Tales, as well as the voice of Sergeant Gavin Fern and Niillas Janicek on No Return) we are able to bring No Return to you in the form of a TTRPG Actual play. Co-Gamemastered by Dylan and Kier Zhou and played by the recognisable vocal talents of Jack (Tommo), Gemma (Ysenda, Thae Oraen & Cinnte) and Cameron (Amghar, Jyce Inacio, and the new voice of Deky and Ayelen). We are truly excited to bring the world of No Return to you in a more improvised, player led and spontaneous format where the players decisions and the whims of the dice will decide 'The Fate of Daya'. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240526-01 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/no-return-the-fate-of-daya

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A PLACE OF PARADOX Audio Book RADIO VÉRTÉ Presents: A PLACE OF PARADOX, A Literary Fiction Podcast Written & Narrated by Cory Zimmerman. The Wild Wind is an American gothic tale of a woman born and raised on the grounds of a psychiatric institution—not as a patient, but the daughter of the asylum’s farmer—who learns of love and loss while grappling with the question of what it means to be sane when insanity is the norm. “What’s to be sane in the garden of madness?” That's the question haunting Sarah, a centenarian writing about her life growing up at the asylum on the bank of the Illinois River. After a long-tormented life, Sarah intends to commit after completing a typewritten manuscript spoken to a man named Sam. Through a lens of lore and myth—the secrets that shaped Sarah’s twisted and mysterious life are revealed. In Sarah's labyrinthine attempt to find healing and peace, she deconstructs the most transformative moments of her life. It's a century as well as an existence punctuated by profound hardship and survival—one that ultimately leads to the conclusion: “Sanity is but paper in a world consumed by fire.” The Wild Wind is both plot- and character-driven, a refreshingly unique story with an equally unusual structure and lyrical prose. Sarah's account is honest, intellectually intriguing, and emotionally compelling—shining light on the dark side of American society and history— inspiring readers to look at themselves and the world in a new way. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240603-03 RSS: https://media.rss.com/placeofparadox/feed.xml

Retornados Audio Drama La expedición científica ‘Mars Prima’ buscaba en Marte un nuevo hogar para la Humanidad. Tras 254 días, los 136 colonos enviados intentaron huir a la desesperada. Solo volvieron 23. Román es un psicólogo que se ocupa de la reinserción de 3 de estos retornados hasta que un día descubre que sus pacientes ocultan algo… https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240606-01 RSS: https://feeds.megaphone.fm/retornadost1

No Return: Mageslayers! Audio Drama This is a story about heroes. No, that’s too much. This is a story about what it takes to make a hero. Welcome to Erset La Tari, the Land of No Return! This strange and mysterious realm teeters ever on the verge of disaster, barely having survived the apocalyptic world curses! But from the ashes rose the Treaty of Budan and the nations of La Tari achieved a hard won peace. The starving were fed, calamitous war averted and a safe and prosperous zone established. But there were those who opposed the treaty- who chafed at silken shackles of peace. Villains who sought power at the expense of the land’s very survival! These vile ne'er do wells found power in the study of dark magicks and used their martial prowess to enslave their neighbours- forcing them to toil under a repressive yoke to further their selfish hunger for dark esoteric knowledge. So vast became the gap between the power of these villains and those of the forces of peace that the nations were forced to once again band together commissioning a fellowship of heroes, of champions, to meet the crisis head-on. Each a master of their respective art, willing and ready to meet these wicked casters in battle if and when the need arose. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240603-04 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/no-return-mageslayers

EntaVerse Saga Audio Book The EntaVerse Saga follows Enta, an Arbiter of Light, who creates life from her tears and battles loneliness. Her creation faces a threat from Lyraxos, Arbiter of Conquest. In the sequel, "Rise of the First Sentinel," Enta creates sentinels to fight Lyraxos. The story focuses on Néo, the first sentinel, as he discovers his purpose and prepares to defend against the growing darkness. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240531-04 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/f6d80f30/podcast/rss

Hotel of Sin Reborn Audio Book It is back by popular demand. The hotel that feeds on your sins. BE careful on your next drive. It can call to you. Because once it appears. There is no escape. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240525-09 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/hotel-of-sin-reborn

A Fire in the Heart of Knowing Audio Book On the rain lashed battlements of a dark fortress a lone, dying tyrant contemplates his fate, while his underlings plan for the future, vie for rulership or simply plot their own survival. A Fire In the Heart of Knowing, the first serialised podcast of the Arcverse, explores the fate of an immense cast of vagabonds and visionaries, warriors, fugitives and seers. Join us in the dark and troubled land of Mordikhaan, where the torturers of Tharta watch silently and wait for their opportunity to flay the land. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240606-02 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/a-fire-in-the-heart-of-knowing

Back Fires Audio Drama In 1946, a crew of California convicts moves to an isolated mountain camp to fight wildfires in exchange for their freedom. Thirty years later, while conducting interviews for a book about the history of American prison labor, a British journalist uncovers evidence suggesting a wide-ranging cover-up of inmate deaths on duty. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240605-01 RSS: https://feeds.simplecast.com/qSdkFDdP

Stature City Audio Drama TPE Network Presents: Stature City. An audio drama set in a dystopian future. Stature City takes place ten years after a cataclysmic asteroid strike. Devastated by a strange metal, terrorized by a mysterious figure, and overrun by enhanced criminals; the quarantined city-state called Stature City is on the brink of collapse. Governor Preston Allen has handpicked a new sheriff to restore order. With absolute autonomy and immunity, Sheriff Sedrick Parr will lead a joint task force of robots and enhanced individuals in hopes that they can turn the tide against a ruthless crime syndicate with a sinister plan. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240606-03 RSS: https://feeds.captivate.fm/stature-city/

The Coombe Podcast Audio Book An 82 year old ex-spy comes out of retirement for one last mission. A Spy-fi parody told in short episodes https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240605-02 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/lukespafford1983/feed.xml

Andas Presents Audio Drama The home of one-shot audio stories from the internationally-acclaimed team at Andas Productions. Our latest release is "Sayang" — a solarpunk story about love and sanctuary at the world's end. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240530-03 RSS: https://feeds.megaphone.fm/SBP7433945846

The Landing Light Audio Drama The last light shining, when the rest of the house is sleeping. A wireless broadcast, from a lost time. Bed-time stories for the end of the world. Welcome to The Landing Light. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240605-03 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/f72856c0/podcast/rss

MOMENTUS - A Tale of Toil and Triumph Audio Book Welcome to 'Momentus,' the podcast that takes you on a wild ride through a world of fantasy and satire! Join us as our characters explore a realm filled with Candyland-like gags and gumdrop goodies, while revisiting the romance and chivalry reminiscent of 'The Princess Bride.' Packed with social commentary, Momentus pokes fun at all sides of the political spectrum without managing to overstep acceptable boundaries or take itself too seriously https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240606-04 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2371179.rss

Carnivea: A Queer Gothic Audio Drama A story of ghosts, violent delights, and the horrors of humanity. Carnivea follows a young couple Eris and Kiera who invite a young woman into their life- the lynchpin for years of pain to be unleashed. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240606-05 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/f4d60124/podcast/rss

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Los dos son más o menos con los mismos gráficos / Postal brain damage & Serious sam tormental

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Of Princes and Witches (Rewrite) Chapter 9- Legolas Greenleaf x OC

Legolas Greenleaf x Alphine Barrowes

Description: After tracking Merry and Pippin for three days Alphine, Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli meet the Riders of Rohan, where they learn some upsetting news.

Word Count: 2.5k

Alphine heard footsteps behind them, but she was not afraid. She’d grown to recognize Gimli and Legolas’ footsteps over the course of their journey. Aragorn carefully stood, a frown on his face. 

“They will look for his coming from the White Tower…but he will not return,” he muttered sadly. 

The Witch’s eyes stayed on Boromir's face. He looked so peaceful now. His eyes were still open and glazed over, staring straight into hers. It was overwhelming almost to the point of physically hurting, so she carefully lifted her hand, closing the man’s eyes with the utmost gentleness. It seemed that his eyes closing finally made her understand that he was actually gone because the sight brought a fresh wave of tears to her eyes. 

She turned her head painfully, not wishing to see the person she’d grown to see as a friend so lifeless, but she was instead met with the brightest blue set of Elven eyes. Legolas had managed to walk up to her without her realizing it, and he now sat crouched beside her. His gaze broke from hers, but they stayed on her form as he began to examine her for any wounds. A worried look appeared on his face when he noticed the wound in her left side. 

“You’re hurt,” he muttered in concern, earning a weak nod from the girl. 

“I made a mistake… became distracted during battle,” she explained, eyes subconsciously moving back to Boromir. Legolas noticed that, and grabbed her hand so her attention would shift back to him. 

“We must bind it before it gets infected,” he informed her. The girl nodded slowly then shakily began to stand, only to be stopped by the Elf. 

“Stay down until I’m done,” he instructed carefully. “The bleeding will increase if you’re standing.” Alphine nodded, holding back a hiss when he tore a piece off of his cloak and began cleaning the wound. It took him no time at all to bind the wound with a second piece of his cloak, then he stood up and held out a hand for her. 

Once she was standing Legolas suddenly crouched again and did something she couldn’t quite see. She was too exhausted to question it, however, and instead followed the others to the river’s shore. Once they reached the tree line Legolas sped up a bit and walked over to one of the remaining boats. 

“If we are quick, we will catch Frodo and Sam before nightfall,” he said quickly. When Aragorn didn’t answer at first, Alphine looked at him. The man was looking towards the far shore where Frodo and Sam’s boat was. Both she and Legolas immediately understood what he was thinking. 

“You mean not to follow them…” the Elf muttered. 

“Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands,” Aragorn answered simply, earning a frown from Alphine.

“Then it has all been in vain,” Gimli grumbled. “The Fellowship has failed.” 

“Not if we hold true to each other,” the Man protested. “We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death, not while we have strength left.” He paused to pull a hunting knife out of his pack and strap it on before looking at them again. 

“Leave all that can be spared behind,” he continued grimly. “We travel light. Let's hunt some Orc.” His conclusion excited the Dwarf because he laughed heartily. 

“Yes!” His enthusiasm earned a weak smile from Alphine as she strapped any weapons and other supplies she’d need to herself. Once everyone was ready they followed Aragorn back into the woods, following the Uruk-hai trail.

Alphine watched as Aragorn laid on the ground, ear pressed against a large rock embedded in the ground. It was a rather amusing sight to see him looking so serious while he was doing something so odd looking, but she knew that he was trying to listen to the footfall of the enemy. So, she remained silent. 

“Their pace has quickened,” Aragorn finally said before looking at the Witch. “They must have caught our scent. Hurry!” With that he was up and continuing their journey with Alphine and Legolas following close behind.

“Come on, Gimli,” the latter called. The Dwarf had become winded long ago, so he was merely trailing behind them breathlessly.

“Three days and nights pursuit,” he panted out. “No food, no rest, and no sign of our quarry but what bare rock can tell.” The trio ahead of him disregarded his complaining as they came upon a mass amount of footprints. Alphine suddenly stopped in her tracks when something gleaming in the sunlight caught her eye. Her brows furrowed in curiosity as she crouched down and picked the object up. It was an Elven brooch, one she recognized as the very brooch each of the Fellowship was gifted by Lord Celeborn.

“Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall,” she mentioned as Aragorn stopped beside her, Legolas following a moment later. 

“They may yet be alive,” the Elf said optimistically as Aragorn examined the brooch. 

“Less than a day ahead of us,” he added. “Come.” Legolas called back to Gimli once again as he and the Witch followed the Man. The Dwarf merely complained once again as they arrived at a brow of a hill looking down on the plains below. 

“Rohan. Home of the Horse-Lords,” Aragorn said. “There’s something strange at work here. Some evil gives speed to these creatures. Sets its will against us.” Legolas ran ahead of them, stopping at the top of the hill. 

“Legolas! What do your Elf eyes see?” Alphine questioned. 

“The Uruks turn northeast,” he called back, pausing momentarily. “They are taking the Hobbits to Isengard!” Aragorn and Alphine shared a look. 

“Saruman.” 

The quartet continued their task of following the Uruk-hai soldiers. They ended up traveling into the night and well into the next morning. All of a sudden Legolas stopped, nearly making Alphine run into him as she’d been right behind him. She opened her mouth to question him but stopped when he turned to look at where they’d just come from. 

“A red sun rises,” he said, noting the pink sky above them. “Blood has been spilled this night.” The Witch shot him a confused and concerned look, though Aragorn continued to lead them on. 

After a short while of running the four of them stopped and looked at the tracks on the ground. Alphine’s ears suddenly perked up after hearing something in the distance. It sounded like thundering hooves and distant neighing. She looked at Aragorn when he beckoned to the others, and they followed him to hide behind a group of large rocks. Just in time, too, because moments after they hid, a large group of Men atop horses thundered past them over the brow of the hill. Once they had all passed Aragorn suddenly came out of hiding, Legolas and Gimli following him. 

Alphine, meanwhile, hesitated to come out. She hadn’t been around so many Men in years, and she was nervous that this group was not on the side of good. Legolas, having noticed her lack of movement, offered her a reassuring smile and held out his hand for her. 

“Come on. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he said softly. The girl stared at his hand for a moment, then ultimately took it. She trusted him enough to keep his word. She stepped into the sunlight as Aragorn called out to the horsemen. 

“Riders of Rohan,” he called, voice echoing over the landscape. “What news from the Mark?” The leader of the horsemen lifted his spear and the riders circled around. They galloped back to the quartet and surrounded them with their spears drawn and aimed at them. The Witch felt herself tense up, eyes darkening as she looked around the group shortly before the leader rode through the horsemen and stopped in front of them. 

“What business does an Elf, a Witch, a Man and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark?” He questioned firmly. “Speak quickly!” 

“Give me your name, horse master, and I shall give you mine,” Gimli answered. The leader dismounted from his horse and walked towards him. 

“I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood a little higher from the ground,” he shot back with a glare. Legolas wasted no time in drawing an arrow and aiming it at his head. 

“You would die before your stroke fell,” he snapped (surprising Gimli). The Rohirrim, in response, pointed their many spears at the Elf threateningly. That was more than enough for Alphine. She lifted her hands, forcing the rest of the riders to point their spears at their leader instead of Legolas. 

“Give me a reason to do it,” she hissed. “I dare you.” The leader looked surprised at the turn of events, then his dark eyes met hers. Their staredown lasted no more than a minute before Aragorn suddenly rested a hand on Alphine’s arm, carefully lowering it. 

“I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn,” he introduced in an attempt to ease the tension. “This is Gimli, son of Gloin, Alphine Barrowes, daughter of Cirrus Barrowes, and Legolas of the Woodland Realm. We are friends of Rohan and of Theoden, your King.” Alphine thought that the word ‘friend’ was being used rather loosely in her case, but for the sake of their task she decided to remain silent. The leader shook his head. 

“Theoden no longer recognizes friend from foe. Not even his own kin,” he muttered, almost sadly, as he removed his helmet before motioning for the riders to raise their spears. Saruman has claimed the mind of the King, and claimed lordship over these lands. My company are those loyal to Rohan. And for that, we are banished. The White Wizard is cunning. He walks here and there, they say, as an old man hooded and cloaked. And everywhere, his spies slip past our nets.” 

“We are no spies. We track a part of Uruk-hai westward across the plain. They have taken two of our friends captive,” Aragorn explained while shaking his head. A guilty sort of look crossed the leader’s face. 

“The Uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them in the night.” All at once every other noise faded to the background for Alphine. A chill shot up her spine and her hands grew clammy as Gimli spoke.

“But there were two Hobbits,” he said quickly. “Did you see two Hobbits with them?”

“They would be small, only children in your eyes,” Aragorn added urgently. The leader merely shook his head. 

“We left none alive,” he responded sympathetically, pointing behind them. “We piled the carcasses and burned them.” 

A small yet sorrow filled sob left the Witch’s lips upon turning to the smoking pile behind them and she covered her mouth with one hand. She felt her legs begin to buckle the longer she stared at the smoke, knowing that Merry and Pippin were two of the bodies being burned. Luckily Legolas seemed to know what was about to happen because his hands were already reaching out to carefully grip her arms and he shifted all her weight on him, practically holding her up.

“Dead?” Gimli asked in disbelief, earning a nod from the leader. 

“I am sorry.” Alphine had to physically stop herself from fully breaking down then and there, not wishing to cry in front of these Men. She felt Legolas lower his head, laying his forehead against her shoulder as a sign of both comfort and mourning. She turned her head away, biting the inside of her cheek as the leader whistled. 

“Hasufel! Arod!” He called, which in response made two horses walk up to him. “May these horses bear you to better fortune than their former masters. Look for your friends, but do not trust to hope. It has forsaken these lands.” With that, he put his helmet back on and mounted his horse, calling that they would ride north. The quartet watched the Rohirrim ride away in sullen silence. Once they were out of sight Aragorn moved to one of the horses. 

“Come on,” he said, holding out a hand to Alphine. She stared at it for a moment before hesitantly pulling away from the Elf and taking it. He guided her onto the horse before climbing up behind her as Gimli climbed onto the second one. Legolas got on the horse with Gimli, and off they were towards the scene of the Uruk slaying. 

Alphine barely waited for Aragorn to stop the horse before she hopped off. Gimli was right behind her, searching through the pile of burnt bodies with his axe. The Witch picked at her nails while she watched anxiously as Legolas and Aragorn dismounted their horses. After a moment the Dwarf’s axe clinked against something, and after a bit more digging he finally pulled a small belt out of the pile. 

“It’s one of their wee belts,” he muttered sadly. That was enough for Alphine’s legs to give beneath her. She hit the ground numbly as an anguished cry escaped her. It was no secret to anyone that Alphine had taken on a sort of maternal role for the Hobbits. It was very endearing and sometimes amusing for everyone to watch Alphine play along with their antics or comfort them when they find themselves missing home. She had formed a strong bond with them, and near the beginning of the quest she’d made a vow to herself that she would do her best to protect them no matter what happened. And she’d failed. 

“Hiro hyn hîdh ab wanath (May they find peace in death),” Legolas muttered as his head bowed. Aragorn fell to his knees, staring at the pile in disbelief and sorrow as Gimli shook his head sadly. 

“We failed them.” Alphine could barely focus on what was going on anymore, too caught up in her despair for her friends. This couldn’t be happening again. She’d already lost Gandalf and Boromir. She just couldn’t lose them too. It wasn’t fair.

“A Hobbit lay here,” she suddenly heard. “And the other.” Her brows furrowed in confusion as she faced Aragorn, who was staring at the ground intently. 

“They crawled,” he continued as he traced their tracks before standing up. “Their hands were bound.” He continued on, using clues around him to explain how their bonds had been cut, and how they ran away. Alphine scrambled to her feet and followed him along with Legolas and Gimli. 

“The tracks lead away from the battle…into Fangorn Forest,” he concluded as the four of them stopped at the treeline. 

“Fangorn?” The Dwarf questioned. “What madness drove them there?” 

“So there is a chance they are alive,” she asked hopefully. 

“In Fangorn Forest?” Gimli all but scoffed. “It’s practically unheard of! Many dangerous things lay in that forest.” 

“But it’s not impossible,” the Witch retorted. “That is enough for me.” With that she walked the rest of the way into the forest without waiting for the others, though she heard them behind her. Her hopes had been raised with Aragorn’s tracking skills, and now the possibility of Merry and Pippin being alive was enough to drive her into the unknown.