#silvery gray mechanism

[inbarfink]

Congratulations! You are now a Magic-User!!

[inoreuct]

ZOSAN POLICEMAN/CYBORG SIDEKICK AU

inspired by me talking to reg after work and thinking about sanji fighting after a full shift at the baratie and then saying he must have heels of steel. lesgo.

zoro’s a police officer because of course he is. his lifestyle’s insanely militaristic and according to luffy, insanely mundane; he goes to bed at eight every night and has been wearing the same three white t-shirts for the past ten years. don’t even start about his socks— most of them are more hole than fabric. he has more emotional attachment to those things that a ballerina to her toe pads.

he has a pretty high position in the police force and his underlings are constantly trying to get him out to dinner or the bar, and he always says NO. he has to hit the gym. or go for a run. or go to kendo practice. that 1st dan rank of his doesn’t maintain itself.

anyway something big goes down that has the whole department up in a frenzy and zoro’s put in charge of it; he’s fully ready to take on the case and the investigations. chasing down crooks and pulling corrupt happenings into the light is his specialty. he gets the job done because he never changes his methods and he works just fine alone.

enter stage right: blackleg sanji.

blond. brilliant. beautiful. he’s a disarming smile and luscious golden hair wrapped up in a pretty silvery bow before you realise he could actually. like. strangle you with the ribbon. he could literally break more than half the bones in your body without breaking a sweat and then meet his friends for dinner after.

he got his namesake from the parts of him that aren’t quite human; everything below mid-thigh is reinforced carbon-fibre, sleek and dark gray. his veins are wires, his muscles pistons— there are knives hidden in his heels and there’s a gun in his right kneecap with a flamethrower in the other. he’s proficient in muay thai, savate, and kickboxing. he’s a badass. end of story.

judge, his biological father, is a high-ranking government official/scientist in charge of a military project called GERMA66. he mechanically engineered his children into the perfect supersoldiers by quite literally brainwashing and rebuilding them. think bucky barnes in the winter soldier, but more fucked up because these are his KIDS.

in any case. sora makes fucking sure that she plays a big enough part in sanji’s upbringing that he fights the mental conditioning and manages to get away before judge does everything he had planned. zeff takes him in, raises this snot-nosed little kid in the back of his restaurant for eleven years, and every part of sanji that counts takes after zeff and his mother.

(zeff’s also friends with garp, who happens to be luffy’s grandfather, and luffy happens to be zoro’s best friend and routine patrol buddy. small world.)

judge managed to make it so the mechanical enhancements would grow with the kids, so sanji doesn’t really need any adjustments. that doesn’t mean he didn’t get a little squeaky here and there, though, and zeff’s touch-ups with engine oil in the middle of the night can really only help so much.

and then he meets usopp, and then franky. they’re mechanics (technically) and mad geniuses (definitely) and they fix him right up. usopp’s the one who makes sure all his fuel and stuff is chemically optimal, and franky reinforces his hip with titanium to help his body withstand the sheer torque of his kicks. the grandma jokes are ENDLESS.

in any case, judge finds him. yeah. and sanji gets assigned to (read: forced to help) zoro and the mutual dislike/disdain/animosity is IMMEDIATE.

zoro thinks sanji’s a contrary asshole who starts fights for the sake of fighting. sanji thinks zoro’s just another law enforcer prick in cahoots with judge. they go on their first stakeout and almost get busted because they can’t stop biting and snipping at each other, but zoro gets grazed by a bullet in a shootout and that night they both sit a little quieter than they’re used to.

their bond forms slowly. they resist it at first but it’s just so easy to fall into step with one another, taking turns with offence and defence, trusting the other to fill whatever gaps in their attacks one of them alone can’t handle. they don’t bicker to intentionally hurt anymore— it’s more quips and harmless snark than anything. sanji cooks for the both of them and makes sure they don’t get malnourished while they’re off chasing baddies, and zoro helps him realign all the finicky little parts in his legs that aren’t big enough of a problem to warrant paying franky a visit. they’re good together, and it’s comfortable. they’re comfortable.

and then they realise that there’s something much bigger going on.

zoro’s feeling more and more uneasy as they unspool the thread of lies and motives because it’s starting to feel like the people they catch and bring in are being… targeted. like someone wants them out of the way.

he brings it up to sanji and the blond freezes. brushes it off like he hadn’t since the beginning and goes right on to talking about the next suspect on their list. a tiny voice at the back of zoro’s head tells him that something’s not right, but he brushes it aside for the time being and focuses on planning with sanji.

the feeling gets worse.

it all blows up one night when they’re having dinner in sanji’s apartment, and zoro’s staring at the plate of spinach pesto linguine in front of him with his fist clenched around his fork.

“what?” sanji laughs, scrubbing at the frying pan in the sink. “looking a bit too much like your hair?”

zoro swallows. “what’s going on?”

the air thickens, and zoro’s breath is shallow as sanji turns around. “what do you mean?”

“you know what i mean.” the blond’s been bitter lately, too much like how he’d been when they'd first met. it brings out something fiercely protective in zoro, underneath that initial glaze of anger, because he knows sanji well enough at this point to know when the other man’s being avoidant and not just secretive. sanji’s afraid of something and he’s running from it. there’s resentment in the way his spine curls, and it’s sour on zoro’s tongue because he knows it’s most likely directed at sanji himself.

sanji’s throat bobs as he turns away again, turning the tap on, but zoro doesn’t let up. “they’re innocent,” he continues, voice low. “they’re innocent and you know it. these people are being framed—”

“we don’t know that,” sanji interrupts.

“—we know,” zoro says fiercely. “you know it, curls, so what are you getting up to?”

the other man stays turned away, washing and drying calmly. the gears in his legs whirr as he shifts his weight.

“sanji.” zoro stands up and rounds the island, fingertips dragging over the countertop. “you know these people aren’t doing anything wrong and you’re still taking them in. tell me what’s going on.”

sanji takes a measured breath and tilts his head, before pushing out a short, “can’t.”

zoro can feel himself getting angry. it’s heat at the base of his skull, the back of his neck, the itch to grab his partner (they’re partners, now. what a thought.) by the shoulders and shake until he comes to his senses. sanji is kind. if zoro is sure of anything at all he’s sure of that. sanji is kind and he will fight to the fucking death to make sure justice is served with fairness, and this is how zoro knows that something is wrong.

WE NEED A PART 2 I HIT THE CHARACTER LIMIT

(part 2)

[azakal]

Alright well, some people liked my last post so I'm back with some more thoughts.

We are aware of 7 of the witches stations right now (World's Heart, Wind & Stars, Wild Hunt, Woodland Green, Waning Moon, Watching Fire and Wide Sea), but iirc we know that they were up to 13 at one point. Which means we're missing 6 witches domains... This isn't speculation or headcanon in any way but I tried to come up with some more and I had fun, so I thought I'd share !

Witch of the Whispered Words - secrets, conspirations, etc. Maybe has an affinity with the idea of promises and always holding up your part of a bargain ? A classic black cat familiar sounds appropriate.

Witch of Waltz and Song - Music, poetry and dance. Always talk in rhyme or cryptic haikus. I'm thinking lyre bird for familiar.

Witch of the Weather's Rage - Storms, rain, thunder, hail... Always followed by gray clouds. Can't decide what to pick for her familiar, maybe a monitor lizard, maybe a giant African snail that's just constantly on her shoulder ?

Witch of the Warren's Embrace - Earth, soil, and the warmth of a home. I don't know why these two feel related to me, I've always found earth and dirt comforting. Might just be a me thing. Huge rhinoceros beetle familiar.

Witch of the Wound's Tending (not 100% satisfied with that name but English isn't my first language and I can't quite find the right wording for that one) - Healing, medicine, treating illnesses and injuries. Rosy maple moth familiar, maybe normal moth size (cute) or maybe human face-sized (terrifying and also still cute).

Witch of the Warrior's Might - I haven't had a deep look into the mechanics of the Witch class so I don't know if there are some viable martial options, but I think it'd be fun to have a witch whose whole thing is courage and strategy (and perhaps has a big-ass sword) while still using witchy magic in the way she fights. Silvery white Newfoundland dog familiar.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 16

Warnings: None (anyone can read this story)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. I do not condone any copying of this.

𝓑𝓡𝓤𝓒𝓔 was still working on the pain medicine, so I did my best staying out of everyone's way. I didn't want Pepper to yell at me again, and I didn't want to hear Bucky and Steve fight again either. Especially not over me.

I debated about finding Billy and Tommy, before I remembered that they didn't live in the tower most of the time. Wanda and Vision had a house somewhere in New York that they stayed at instead.

I decided to explore a few more floors that I had never been to, to keep me occupied from doing anymore harm.

There was a floor that was made of what seemed like precious, fragile things. There were items made of glass on pedestals of marble. Paintings hung on walls in what seemed like gilded gold frames. None of the art that was actually on the canvas made any sense to me, but I liked the pretty swirls of colour.

Another floor seemed rather the same as the first floor, except that it seemed. . . less formal? There were several canvas' set up on easels, but none of them seemed filled with much colour. Some of them had gray and black outlines on them, as though they were in the middle of being drawn.

There were lots of beige, baggy cloths that covered the walls and floor, dotted with paint drips. There were a couple of completed paintings that hung on the very back wall. One was of a woman with deep brown hair and full red lips.

Another was of Bucky, looking shiny on the canvas. He was wearing a strange uniform outfit that was almost a beige, or perhaps an olive green.

Another was of me in Bucky's arms.

Actually, a lot of the drawings were of Bucky or of Bucky and me.

I was starting to think that maybe one of the Avengers knew how to paint and draw. Probably, considering the popular topic of the art, was Steve. I wondered who the brown haired lady was. Their soulmate?

A third floor had lots of pointy things on the walls. Most of them were straight or mostly straight. They were almost all in a silvery colour, though it varied on whether these blades were dull or shining. There were a couple of weapons that really just looked like big sticks with points. They were even made of wood.

There were several dozen bows and arrows, all of different sizes and makes. It was very strange, seeing all of these weapons on a wall. Why were they on a wall? What were they defending from? Why had they let them collect a layer of dust? Didn't they need these for their missions?

But it was the fourth floor that I liked the most.

When it opened up, I mewed happily as there were many, many bright colours.

The floor changed from tile or wood, to something very squishy and pleasant. The floor was multi-coloured, seemingly like big large puzzles pieces put together. I think it was made of foam and it covered the floor from corner to corner.

There were thousands of toys spread out everywhere. A dollhouse with twenty dolls laying around it, heaps of doll clothes laying around the dolls. There were orange trucks with different mechanisms so that they did different things.

There were trains with faces on them, sitting stationary on a large track that also seemed to cover the room.

I wondered why the trains had faces.

There were plastic animals that littered the floor and I knew all of them by name because of the tests that I had to run with Fury's assistants. A plastic white sheep. That dotted thing was a cow.

In nature, if I were to have seen these animals in real life, I would have known what they were. But seeing them in plastic casing were different. I didn't know what they were until I was told. It was weird.

There were several doors in this room, all of them open either fully or halfway. Pleased with the first room, I made my way to the door on the left.

I opened up onto another balcony, the suns shining rays beaming down onto the large, very high, circular thing that sat there. I could smell some sort of chemical, though it wasn't heavy, and I hopped up onto the ladder stairs that was there, taking them carefully so I didn't fall one way or the other.

It seemed to be water, but it didn't smell like water. It smelled like a chemical and I wasn't as pleased with this as the other. So I hopped back down the ladder- in truth I didn't really like water period no matter how it smelled- and went back into the colorful room.

I trotted over to the next door and found that it too was outside. The walkway was far to large and wide to be called a balcony though. There was even green grass and it seemed to me that the only way it could be hanging off the side of Avengers Tower was magic.

Spread out all across this 'balcony' was what seemed like a very, very large playground. It too spread from one side of the 'balcony' to the next. It was definitely made of metal, with what seemed like ten thousand slides. Some were straight, some curved. Some had the tunnel thing over the slides and some were wide open.

There were a thousand tunnels for kids to climb through and several of those seats that you sit on and they spin so that you get dizzy. There was a strange wheel that looked like it would turn as well. . . like a smaller version of a carousel, without the horses. There were several straight beams with seats that I recognized from Mr. Peters house as a seesaw.

There was a huge swing set as well, along with this great big rope tower that connected to the playground. It went up into a point, made of a strong rope and metal bolts. I decided that eventually- not today- I would like to climb up to the top.

There was what looked like a low rock wall and though it didn't go as high as the rope tower, it was very wide, with several tunnels inside. The tunnels extended forever and perhaps even led to small rooms inside the rock.

All of this was propped up on a sort of squishy surface that was also hard. And also chunks of black pieces that sort of smelled like a black road.

I purred. I loved this room.

The next room was very different. It was painted in a light blue and pink colour, so pastel it could've passed for white. There was a large white rocking chair in the corner. There were a couple of toys in here as well, mostly small cars, and a few stuffed animals that came in brown bear, pink rabbit, and green caterpillar.

But there were also shelves upon shelves of books. The furniture that held the books were also white and all of the books were super thin, with colourful bindings and large words on the covers.

The last room was a surprise. The walls were a soft pink and the lights were very dim. There was a small, white bookcase in the corner that was half-filled with books. There was a blue, comfy squashy chair in the corner that had a book sitting in its seat. There was a light pink crib at the far corner of the wall, which had a mobile of tiny red and gold flying men on them, little flames coming out of their hands and feet.

I leapt up onto the crib, looking down, and was interested to see something moving in there. I leapt down onto the soft bedding of the crib, and sniffed at it.

It seemed like a human, but a very tiny one. I padded up to where its head was, its large brown eyes staring up at me.

I couldn't tell how old it was, nor could I really tell if it was a boy or a girl. I supposed by the colour scheme it must be a girl though.

One little hand reached out, grabbing my leg. It's grip was very firm, but not to tight.

I wondered if this is where the Avengers came from. If they trained these little people right here in their house to become a superhero. If so, this one must be a dud. It wasn't very strong. Or maybe it just needed more training.

I sniffed at her again, and found that I could smell milk. I let my nose lead me to where little sounds were babbling out of her lips at me. Small coos and what I thought might even be a laugh. There was white liquid on her lips and that was the milk.

I licked tentatively at the milk, feeling thirsty after my escapades. If she wasn't going to drink it, then I could and I would.

Or, at least, until that horribly familiar screeching started to screech again.

"NO!" Pepper shouted. I could hear the familiar clickety clack of her heels as she rushed towards the crib.

I looked up from where I was standing over the little human and Pepper picked me up by the scruff of my neck, tossing me to the floor. I tumbled over the carpet, shaking myself off from the roll.

Pepper was sobbing and I was scared and the little human was crying.

Pepper glared down at me with large, round blue eyes. I realized, strangely, that she was scared too. But why?

"Blizzard." Her voice was shaky, trembling as she clutched the little human to her chest. "You. You cannot. You cannot do that! You'll kill her. You need to go back. Go back to Buck and Steve and stay in your room. It is so irresponsible for them to let you wander wherever you want to!"

She bent down, picking me up by the scruff of my neck again. She held the little human in one arm. She stormed over to the already opening elevator and it started to descend before the doors were even closed.

I supposed robot lady was on Pepper's side.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. ban Blizzard from going anywhere but Roger-Barnes room and the kitchen." Pepper declared.

"Yes Mrs. Stark." F.R.I.D.A.Y. said.

My ears sunk down against my head in disappointment.

The elevator doors slid open and I found myself back in my home hallways, leading to my room. Which I guess was now my new cell.

Bucky rushed down the hallway, trying to grab me from Pepper's hands, but she swung me out of the way, causing me to mewl out in fear.

"Give her to me Pepper." Bucky growled.

"Where's Steve?" Pepper asked, ignoring Bucky.

"Right here." Steve said, leaning against the doorway of his bedroom. "What now?"

I tried to shrink up inside myself. It was like he had expected me to cause a problem. Maybe it was best that I was confined to this room.

Pepper's fingers tightened around the scuff of my neck. It was just loose fur and it wasn't like it hurt, but I still wiggled in her hand, uncomfortable.

"DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHERE YOUR CAT WAS?" She yelled at them. "NO! YOU DON'T! WELL I'LL TELL YOU! SHE WAS UPSTAIRS IN MORGANS NURSERY, LICKING MILK FROM HER LIPS AND SUFFOCATING HER! YOUR CAT ALMOST KILLED MY BABY!"

She shoved me into Bucky's arms and Bucky was quick in his reflexes to catch me, holding me to his firm chest.

"SHE'S A KITTEN!" Bucky roared right back at her. "SHE DOESN'T KNOW ANY BETTER PEPPER!"

"Bucky stop." Steve said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry Pepper, we really were trying to find her. She ran out after earlier this morning in the lab-"

"Also because of you." Bucky snapped.

Steve shot him a warning glance, "-and we'll keep a better eye on her-"

"I took care of that." Pepper said, holding Morgan with both arms now. "She's confined to this floor and our kitchen. F.R.I.D.A.Y. won't be taking her anywhere and none of you can override the commands."

Bucky's mouth dropped and Steve clamped a hand over it quickly. "Okay. And I'm really sorry about Morgan. I know Blizzard didn't mean any harm, but she doesn't know any better. It won't happen again, despite the restrictions on her moves, I promise."

Pepper just nodded, her face red and blotchy, eyes strained with tears. She turned on her heel and stomped away.

"Bucky-"

"They're treating her the way they treated me." Bucky spat. "And you know it Steve. She's not dangerous. You should know better."

Bucky stormed into the room that the two of them shared, slamming the door behind him. He let out a sob, putting me down in my cat bed, before curling up on the floor next to me.

I wanted to comfort him, wanted to lick his cheek and tell him it was alright. . . but what if I suffocated him like Morgan? What if I killed him? Pepper said I might've.

Bucky sniffled, opening his eyes to look at me. His eyes became even more sad when he saw me hunched down in a small ball.

He picked me up, placing me on his chest. I made sure there was no important arc reactor there so I didn't kill him there either.

There was not.

"You ignore Pepper, you hear me?" Bucky sniffled. "You're a good kitten and you've done nothing wrong. Ever. You're innocent and pure and you only ever try to help people. Don't change because of her Blizzard. You don't have to be scared of me, I promise."

"I don't want to hurt you." I mewed softly.

"Don't be sad." Bucky whispered again, petting me over the head. He lifted me up even higher. "Will you give me a kiss?"

"I don't want to kill you." I pleaded with round eyes.

"Please?" He begged.

I couldn't stand to see him beg. I tentatively licked his cheek. It was salty from the tears, and there was also that other taste from whatever soap he had used in the shower today. Something natural, like honey and lime.

A huge grin spread out across his face, so I licked him again and again. He started to laugh and I felt my spirits grow lighter.

Bucky had told me not to listen to Pepper and Bucky loved me. Bucky knew what was best for me, not Pepper. So I would not listen to Pepper.

I continued to plant kisses on Bucky until he rolled over, hugging me tightly. "God, I love you Blizzard. You make my life complete."

"I love you too Bucky. I wish you knew that I did." I meowed softly, crawling up his body so that I could curl up on the middle of his chest. He covered me with one hand, and we both slowly drifted off to sleep.

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[interdimensionalburnout]

m!a: animate crystal bird, like the stone sculpture in your reblog, shows up on your nearest surface in a little wooden box filled with straw. it is impervious to everything (yes, even that!) and loves you unconditionally. enjoy! (colors and such are up to mun)

>>You never could get the hang of reading anything past the "m!a:" The multiverse likes making it a surprise, what kinda rare hell is usually in store for you; Mar told you how to get around it once, but you don't have the same knack for it. Instead, a little wisp of gray light seems to drip, horizontally from the silvery surface of your monitor. It's dim, and looks more like floating mercury than actual light. As it flies past your chest and towards the open space on your desk, next to the pot you ate lunch out of, you breathe a sigh of relief and instead content yourself to the show.

>>The little blob of light sets itself down upon the clean, dark-brown wood of your desk, forming into a foamy-looking egg shape. Once it's settled into that shape, the whole thing suddenly flashes bright-white, and when the light has faded, the egg-shape is now a proper egg with a perfectly-reflective, black shell. Your eyes are wide with childlike wonder, getting an eyeful of something new and amazing, whatever comes out of it. Unable to contain your curiosity, you touch the shell, with your organic left hand of all things, and the shell immediately begins to peel away into long, thin strips of paper.

>>As the paper strips fly away, like shiny streamers at a party, they vanish into nothing, leaving behind a fat baby. A fat baby bird, seemingly black, but only from within the core of its stony body. The very core of the little bird sculpture seems translucent at its outermost edges, with a sleek, sharp beak and simple, round eyes carved into its body. The little thing springs to life, from a huddled-up sleeping position, bounding to tiny, thick little feet that end in truly powerful little thighs; you look it over, unable to identify wings and too distracted to as its head tilts this way and that in line with your own.

>>The little thing is an incredible animated statue, truly beautiful and based off that sculpture you must've reblogged (later, you'll find the text of the ask legible, and get the full scoop). It takes a few wobbling steps, marching with a testing gait until it has a sense of its own physics. Satisfied with its apparent grasp on motor function, the statuette-bird wobbles its way towards you, and on impulse, you scoop it up in your mechanical hand. The dull, black core of the bird seems to make contact with the ambient, aquamarine light that emits from your palm, accepting this new hue in an instant. The black color takes on a wonderfully-similar hue, the light-borne pigment seeming to spread like food-coloring within all anew as the white lines that highlight the contours of its face glow neon-blue.

>>You're squealing with delight at this, spending the following minutes of your day, changing the color of the light-source in your hand and revealing as your new bird-friend changes colors with you, casting flecks of moving color across the room as you up the luminosity. You nearly forget to answer the ask, nearly forget to thank the anon. Nearly:

OMGNONNIETHISTHINGISINSANELYCOOLYOURTHEBEST

[atomic-freezer]

Copperstacks FASHION! feat. some guys from @100nebulas and @caffeinova. Ramble under the cut!

Common Materials for use in clothing are goat wool, byssus (Mussel silk, p common here), barkcloth, burlap, Fish Leather, Whale/Fish bone, Algal cloth, and furs. Brass, Bronze, Tin and Copper are the most common metals in the area, with most mechanical things being made of Brass or Bronze. Iron and steel are pretty uncommon. Gold is associated with the Church of Pyra, so it's value is a bit artificially inflated. Materials like Cotton, Insect Silks, Linen, velvet, and non-fish leather are more expensive due to being imported, and are more common in rich people fashions.

NOW onto the actual fashions here-

Eclipsed/Furis subculture originates from Eclipsed (werefolk) fashion and culture in Braima, with clothing often made of comfortable, flexible materials and designed to accommodate full or partial shifts into animal form without the need to change, and without the risk of damaging the cloth. They're usually made with goats wool, softened leathers, and "furcloth", a textile made by eclipsed from shed/shaved fur! Furis clothing is usually Asymmetrical, with a "silvery" main fabric and much brighter accessories and accents. Claw, fang, and horn caps/rings are all pretty common too! Non-eclipsed partaking in the fashion are typically dubbed "Furis" or, well. Furries! It's pretty widely embraced, with fake tails, fangs, and claws p much just as available as the jewelry designed for eclipsed! When prints/Symbols are involved, You'll find a lot depicting the two moons, Fangs, or paw prints/animal tracks! For some folks, faux-bite mark designs or embroidery are also involved, though some think its a bit in poor taste.

Divend/Dockends! The names are both slang for Dive hands and Dock Hands! Divehands is the nickname for folks who work in the tide pools, especially farming silk mussels. Dock hands is just the general term for those who work at the docks, usually loading or unloading stuff from boats. People who like the aesthetic for non-work reasons are effectively like. Lighthouse aesthetic enjoyers? y'know the type. usually they're marked by Oilskin boots and raincoats, Fish leather waterproofed through whale oil. The coats are usually Blue/Green, usually bright when first made, and darkening with age. Pants are usually canvas or similarly thick and durable, and tops are usually either like, button-ups, or in colder weather, wool sweaters. Wool hats and gloves are also common.

Spirifers! They're goth. Spirifers are Braima's goths. Literally the whole intent with spirifer fashion is to look like a Ghost. Clothing is usually wispy or has some kind of "flow" to it, with a faint iridescence and Monochromatic clothing (usually white-gray-black) broken up by bright red accents. There's a variant of spirifers that's a bit spikier, with a tendency to Darker colors and Blue/Purple accents rather than Red, that borrows some points from Scrap aesthetic. Alexi's "villain fit" is partially where it originated, though there'd always been a bit of an underground scene in the "aesthetics of those dubbed villains", made a bit more prominent when Alexi had his "Magical girl anime antagonist" moment. (Image for reference)

Then there's the "Corps", Pronounced "Corpse" and short for Corporate, Corps fashion is typical business wear, Dress shirts, black pants, suits and ties, etc. With... an edge. For those "in the know", Corps fashion is actually more than just business casual- It's a signifier that you support, or are a member of, the Mafia. Black or red tops for those who get their hands dirty, white for those too high rank to do so. Jewelry that seems a bit out of place- piercings, symbol heavy rings, etc. Clip on ties, tie alternatives or a lack of a tie altogether to avoid strangulation, holsters hidden on garters or under sleeves, iron toed shoes, tattoos- All signifiers that someone is a Bit More than just a businessman. Tarnished copper that's been waxed/lacquered in order to preserve the green tones is also Very common among Corps jewelry.

Scraps are punks. they're punks who sometimes build their own computers and bikes out of industrial scrap. A lot of scrap fashion originates with Pirates! Anti-government sentiment.Pants made from sailcloth, steel toed leather boots, Woven cord belts, Poet shirts with the sleeves off and leather vests, usually wearing whatever contraptions they've built themselves on their belt or arm. Many of them carry swords/Knives hidden in some way on their person- This is illegal, they don't care.

There's like, a subgroup of Scraps who specifically are against the church of Pyra, and they incorporate a lot more Shark imagery, Sharp teeth, Electricity, Rainbow Neon and brass scale-mail in a nod to Uxsoi, a god of like, storms and madness. Where scraps are punk, these guys are like... EDM/Rave aesthetics paired with like, Satanists? Still punk, but a very different flavor! more occult.

DIY tshirts and stuff is big in scrap culture overall.

honestly though its for most folks, its basically just modern day fits, tshirts, pants, dress shirts, etc etc. The fashion subcultures are just a bit different.

[radama-zard]

Dungeons & Drabbles - 2022

Day 27 - Mold

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FCG/Imahara Joe (Modern Human AU)

“Hi! I'm Fresh Cut Grass!”

The mechanic blinked slowly, raising his safety glasses to get a better look at the person before him. They looked to be in their twenties, with silvery dyed hair bound in soft looking locs, all tied up. Wide, round glasses framed bright blue eyes, and a smile as warm as their rich brown skin lit up their face. A bright yellow sweater was worn under bluish gray overalls that cut off as shorts, with mismatched gloves of yellow and blueish gray as well. Beneath was sunshine yellow tights and brown leather lace up boots. They sat in a wheelchair the same color as their sweater, although much of it was covered with bright and color stickers.

All in all, they weren't usually the kind of person Imahara Joe tended to get at his business. Didn't really fit the mold.

Not that he was complaining! It was nice to see a friendly face.

“Imahara Joe,” he responded with an easy smile, offering out his hand to… Fresh Cut Grass. Okay, that would take a little getting used to, but hey, who was he to judge? At least it was a more unique name than Joe.

“Nice to finally meet ya, Joe! Milo always says you're a real pleasure to work with!”

“Oh! You're one of Milo’s housemates then, aren't you? They said they'd be sending someone over today in their stead. Usually it's Ashton or Anni. Do you also go by Letters?”

“Yep! Letters, Grass, FCG, all are good by me! Did Milo talk about me?”

Joe laughed, the sound as good natured as could be.

“Yeah. All good things, don't worry! None of them have a bad word to say about you.”

“Well that's a relief to hear. It's nice to know I'm not a source of frustration or upset! But anyway… Milo’s order? If that's okay, Joe?”

“Oh, yeah, of course. Got it right here! The molds were especially hard to find, but I got them. Tell them they've gotta share what they've made when they're done, I'm dying to know! Milo always makes the most interesting projects…”

“I'm sure Mi would be delighted to share! They're real excited about this one, they’ve been talking about it near non-stop for three days straight! It's always endearing to see them so passionate about the stuff they love.”

Joe watched Fresh Cut Grass’ smile turn soft, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy.

“Milo must feel pretty lucky to have you in their life. Ashton and Anni too. They complain every time they come here, but it's pretty obvious to see how much they love them. You too. If it's not prying, may I ask…?”

“I'm pretty lucky to have all of them in my life too! But sure, ask away!”

“Are you four… dating? Like, um, a poly kind of thing. Sorry if that's too invasive.”

Gods did Joe hate how his cheeks burned as he asked that. Like, come on! He was a full grown man, a 27 year old for fucks sake! Yet here he was, getting all flustered asking if some people were in some kind of unconventional relationship.

Ridiculous of him, huh? Maybe this was why he was still single.

“It's alright, I don't find that question to be too much! While yes, we are in a polyamorous relationship, it's not a romantic one, you see? It's queer platonic! We all love each other deeply, just not like that. I think Ashton is hooking up with Fearne… and Milo and Anni don't want to be with anyone but us at all!”

Huh. To be honest, Joe wasn't sure he'd ever heard of queer platonic before. Not that that made it any less valid, it just meant that was something he'd have to research tonight. Like he'd had to with non binary when he'd first met Milo. They'd opened up Joe’s world to a lot of new things, something he was proud of.

“And what about you? Are you hooking up with anyone?”

… Why had he asked that? Internally Joe groaned, wishing to disappear inside his garage and crawl into the nearest pile of auto parts and never return.

“I don't think I've dated anyone romantically ever. I've had a few people flirt with me but I've never really been interested. Anni thinks Marwa might have a thing for me but I'm not sure. I really should ask her… Why’d you ask?”

“O-Oh, you know, small talk and all… Business stuff.”

Yep. Death would be preferable to this whole conversation right now. Fuck, he hadn't been THIS much of a mess since high school.

“I'm not sure that's good for business, but okay! A word of warning though, people might mistake you for flirting with them and such if you ask them stuff like this.”

“Right- Yeah. You're right.”

“It would probably sting a lot more, considering you’re real attractive and all. People get very put out when they're shut down by attractive folks.”

“Yes, yes, you're ri-” Joe froze, pivoting around from the box he'd been fiddling with to stare Fresh Cut Grass right in the eye. “... Did you just call me attractive?”

“Mhm! I mean, it's an obvious truth. You have a rugged sort of handsomeness to ya. Yet real soft eyes and a warm smile. That's pretty attractive.”

How did they say it like that, as though it were a simple fact and not a massively flirtatious compliment? Was it even flirting? It was impossible to tell with Fresh Cut Grass, they weren't terribly easy to read.

“I- uh, thanks. That's nice of you to say. Can't say I've been told that before. You're pretty good looking yourself…”

Yeah, real smooth, Joe thought.

At least Fresh Cut Grass seemed delighted by it, if the way their eyes lit up was any indication.

“Thank you, that's real kind of you to say! Now, I don't mean to be rude, but the order? Sorry, I'm on a bit of a time crunch. Ashton will be here to pick me up any moment and I don't want to keep them waiting.”

“Right, right! I’ll be back in a minute!”

Joe jankily jogged into his garage, stopping only for a few seconds when he knew he was well and truly out of sight.

Infatuation. It’s been years since he'd last been this way with someone. Yet Joe couldn't deny the giddy joy that came with it, the bubbly delight of a slowly forming crush.

And sure, maybe it was a little foolish of him, and was pretty likely to go nowhere. But it was… nice, to have those kind of feelings reignited, to feel something so new and exciting growing.

Maybe it would even be okay to pursue it? Once he got to know them better, of course, and only if Fresh Cut Grass seemed comfortable with it.

Still, it was nice to be breaking free from his usual mold.

With his feelings a bit better sorted Joe grabbed the box, and with a deep breath to steady himself, went back out to reconvene with his newest little crush.

[aquillis-main]

Misery Tastes Chapter 12

Finally, after a long while of not bothering to work on Chapter 13, it is done.

As such, I can release Chapter 12 to you guys since I'm no longer holding it hostage.

Hopefully, you'll like what I did with Metal Sonic here, and what I did to make it formidable while still acknowledging its limitations.

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The warehouses, as Harold remembered it, were a dilapidated mess of concrete and patchwork of possible demolition. With all the cracked walls and lack of proper access to the main road, it was desperate for a reworking, one Harold was hoping to make. But ever since Harold had found Ovi, the warehouse demolition plans had to be put on hold.

Now, it took no small part of his will power not to slap himself for not going ahead anyways. 

The group managed to get to the right warehouse after a series of misadventures.  Nebula being the prime suspect for getting Sonic and Harold lost within Obsidianna. The two got lost in the oddest of places - ending up a few times in the Chun-nanTown District at least twice, near the Obsidianna Convention Centre three times, and North Obsidianna five times. Amy and Hope, fortunately, had Tails scout out and search for Nebula to keep them on track.

Sonic and Harold were the last to arrive at the warehouse that Eggman was possibly hiding. The warehouse Eggman was hiding looked similar to all the other warehouses - dilapidated, rusted doors, multiple eviction notices letting people know it was slated for deconstruction, etc. - save for the suspicious, hastily made Eggman Enterprises logo spray painted onto the doors.

Harold wondered if Eggman was even trying to hide, at this point.

“Friend Sonic, Harold, are you two okay?” Nebula asked, looking guilty at having abandoned the two in the dust. Sonic couldn’t help but chuckle, rubbing the underside of his nose with a finger.

“The entirety of Obsidianna isn’t as bad as the time I got lost in Empire City.” Sonic stated, shrugging a bit. Tails’ eyebrows raised upward, turning to Sonic in confusion.

“Wait, you got lost?” Tails asked, Sonic suddenly backing up at that moment. If it could be possible, Tails’ eyes widened more. “So that’s why you were late coming back when the world was in pieces!”

“Sonic~! You could have told me!” Amy came up to Sonic at that moment, face in Sonic’s as she huffed and puffed. “Then we could have gone shopping -”

“Wait, what’s that?” Hope started, causing everyone to pause. A soft whirr of mechanics filled the air, causing everyone to turn toward the doors of the warehouse.

The others watched, carefully, as the doors to the warehouse they tailed Ovi to open.

Sonic glared at the fake - the very thing that was wearing his friend’s face - walking out of the warehouse that they had tailed the scent of the canister to. The ‘Ovi’ that they saw was smiling, gentle…

Yet had more gray sclera instead of the black.

“Heya, Sonic, how’s -”

“Cut the crap, Metal Sonic.” Sonic growled out, his ears flattening. “You are not Ovi!”

“What… What do you mean, Sonic?” ‘Ovi’ stated, looking hurt at Sonic’s accusation. “I’m still me -”

“Please. I can smell the servos on you.” Nebula stated, her growl just as harsh as Sonic’s.

“And you’re being -” ‘Ovi’ couldn’t get to finish, as Amy threw her Piko-Piko Hammer at it, wanting to start the fight.

“That’s it! I’m done with your stupid trick!” She yelled as she violently swung her hammer, ‘Ovi’ barely dodging each swing.

“Stop! Pretending! To! Be! Our! FRIEND!” Amy yelled with each hammer swing, getting quicker and quicker until -

THWACK

The hammer managed to hit ‘Ovi’s’ head, causing it to explode into a silvery, jelly-like substance. The jelly-like substance froze in mid-air, like it was made to be like that, before returning back into the shape of Ovi’s head. Once it was done, the ‘Ovi’ glared at the group.

“Well, then.” The impostor growled out, transforming back into Metal Sonic. “I guess this means that I will destroy all of you.” As soon as it finished, Metal Sonic finished morphing from its Ovi disguise, getting ready to strike once again. Sonic laughed at the posturing, smirking as Metal Sonic got ready.

“It’s not like I’ve beaten your many shells once before, Metal!” Sonic snarked, getting ready for the fastball. “Oh wait. I did.”

Before Metal can process what’s going on, Sonic immediately throws the first punch, punching and kicking Metal repeatedly. 

As Sonic was doing so, he was knocking the robot back into the swing of Amy’s Piko-Piko Hammer, the hedgehog girl reading her own swing as everyone kept to the sidelines. 

Before either hedgehog could land another hit, Metal immediately melted, causing Sonic to crash into Amy, with the two falling into the ground.

“ARGH!” The hedgehogs yelled as they tumbled, Sonic’s speed causing them to crash a bit of a distance away from Metal Sonic reforming. 

The concrete had cracked from their initial fall, but Sonic took the brunt of the fall - having shielded Amy when he realized what had happened. 

He ended up under Amy for that, leaving Amy to have to get up first.

“Sonic! Amy!” The others - save for Harold, who was trying to see where Ovi was - yelled out, worried for their fallen friends. The only one that responded to their cries was Metal Sonic, who seemed to glare at the group as it processed their demise. 

“Augh, that was a headache! What hit me?” Sonic growled, clutching his head as Amy scrambled off of the blue hedgehog.

“Apparently, yourself.” Amy said in jest, pulling Sonic to his feet before hearing the whirring of an engine. Immediately turning, she saw Metal Sonic blasting closer to her and Sonic, taking advantage of their sudden weakness. 

But before it could, a tornado of yellow knocked Metal Sonic off course, causing it to careen into one of the warehouses. 

Half splooshed and half crushed by the rubble, Metal glared at the fox that dared to interrupt its mission, before dashing toward Tails and choking the poor fox.

“SONIC!” Tails tried to choke out, but it came across as gasps and heaves as he struggled in the tight grip.

But Metal’s grip was impossible to get out of, and it was getting tighter, constricting more of Tails’ air flow, leaving him gagging -

Suddenly, the pressure ceased, dropping Tails to the ground before the spots danced in his vision. 

Hacking and wheezing on the ground, the fox was immediately lifted into an arm, being carried around like a sack of potatoes.

A glimpse of blue overalls and a purple shirt gave credence to it being Hope.

As Hope carried him off, Metal recalled its arm, the goopy substance jumping back into the broken socket before dashing off after the two.

With a more frantic pace than Tails had become acculmed to seeing, Hope unsheathed her sword, trying to violently swipe Metal’s arm.

 Instead, the robot hedgehog caught the sword, its grip straining the flimsy material and bending it. 

Thinking quickly, Tails squirmed out of Hope’s hold, before grabbing a small rod from his tails and pressing a button in the middle of it. 

As soon as he did, his hand was encased in a red and yellow coloured long cylinder, ending with a rather large nozzle.

Metal let go of the sword - just in time for an electrical blast to burst from the nozzle.

Metal Sonic sailed off back towards the warehouse it crashed into,  sliding to a stop just short of it. The concrete broke apart from the tension of the impact as Metal Sonic slammed into it, creating a spider web of damage along the wall and ground of the warehouse.

Hope shielded her eyes from seeing the electrical blast, not prepared for the sudden brightness in her face.

Metal Sonic shook off (for as much as a robot could shake off) the electric blast, dashing toward the fox again when Hope sliced the robot’s arm off, the appendage turning into goop as the momentum from the cut sent it flying away from it.

Staring longingly at the arm as it turned into goop, the robot was free to be struck again.

Hope attempted to slice another bit of Metal off as it was distracted, which the robot attempted to stop with its still functioning hand. 

Instead of it catching the sword, like it expected, a too familiar shlurp of the hand disconnecting from its arm caught its attention, forcing it to look at the stump that was its arm. 

The goop that comprised its body followed the path that the sword sliced through, before returning back into the familiar sharp edges of Metal Sonic’s hand.

Hope couldn’t help but smirk at her success, before having to immediately duck when Metal Sonic tried to swipe at her with a buzzsaw that came out of its hand. 

Before it could get another swing, however, a shield came in to smack Metal Sonic away from the children, throwing it away from them. 

The shield lowered, revealing its wielder to be Harold Kintobor.

“Father…” Hope’s smirk dropped, awe and a hint of something. Tails wasn’t sure if it was fear of her father, or confusion that painted her face.

Before Harold could speak, Metal Sonic slammed into the elder human - who, on reflex, brought up the shield he used on the robot earlier - throwing Harold away from the kids as Harold skidded across the pavement from the force.

Harold manages to push Metal sonic back enough to give a bit of wiggle room, but Metal’s main thrusters only roared harder, throwing Harold off-balance and plowing through Harold’s defense.

Nebula immediately caught Harold in the air, gripping the older man as she softly descended to the ground.

Harold nodded at Nebula, gently releasing her grip off of his shoulders.

Harold stepped away from her, looking at the robot - who was now fighting against Sonic, Amy, Tails, and his young daughter, all at once - and growled angrily at it.

“Where is Ovi?” Harold growled out, stomping toward the fight as Metal dodged a punch from Sonic. 

The robot glared at Harold, turning its arm into a taser to try and shock Tails, only to then get it knocked away by Amy’s hammer.

“Harold, I don’t think Metal Sonic’s gonna answer!” Nebula called out, before joining in on the fight as well.

Sonic and Hope sliced through Metal Sonic’s taser arm, forcing it to become goop as it flew in the air.

Tails’ tails swiped into the other arm, Hope’s own sword slicing all the electronics out along with him.

Metal tried to kick the kids --

THWACK

Only for Amy to underhandedly knock it into the air with her hammer.

Nebula, who had flown into the air for this, immediately got into position until -

KAPOW

Metal Sonic was immediately knocked back into the battle, the force of her spiking the robot almost causing Sonic to miss his cue.

Almost.

Just before Metal ended up eating concrete, Sonic had soared toward the falling mass, eventually knocking it towards the ground with his legs.

The launch of Metal Sonic into the ground tore up the concrete, leaving a trail of rough, indented slabs of rock and concrete behind it.

Hoping to crowd around it and finish it off, the gang - minus Harold - had gathered around the downed robot, hoping that was the end of it.

Tails got closer to the robot, carefully edging toward the robot, making sure it was finally down --

THUNK

Tails flew from the kick that Metal Sonic gave, before being caught by Sonic from the hit.

The fox groaned as he dizzily spun his head, the kick being more than expected. Tails instantly fainted in Sonic’s arms right then and there.

Growling, Sonic carefully sat Tails down.

Sonic attempted to jump onto Metal Sonic -- 

KATHUNK

… Only to then get thrown into Nebula from Metal Sonic’s own spin kick.

Both Sonic and Nebula, irate beyond compare, dashed to punch Metal in the face.

KATHUNK

Metal Sonic kicked the two away, having wound up its attack before the two got close.

Before it could go after them again, a thunk came from its side, sending the robot Sonic flying into another warehouse.

If it were flesh and blood, Metal Sonic would have groaned out in agony.

As it was, it was currently half-embedded into the wall, contemplating its next move.

Finally, it turned into the goop it was unleashing, as if it wanted to stop fighting.

Tension rose in the air as Metal Sonic melted into the silver sludge, unsure what the robot’s next move was. 

They relaxed, but only just.

“Is that it?” Amy asked carefully, looking over the goop as it separated itself into smaller piles. Amy looked over to Nebula, biting her lip as she did so.

Nebula came closer to the largest puddle, not noticing one of the smaller ones forming a new, sinister shape. In fact, everyone was too focused on the main goop the Metal Sonic had turned into to pay attention to the other puddles.

“That’s surprisingly easy -” Nebula got knocked over by a silver object before she could finish that sentence, being thrown away from Amy and the rest of the group as she stepped on some of the goop.

The object grabbed Nebula, a childish giggle coming out of it as it swung Nebula around with long, claw protrusions coming out of its arms.

The newcomer then slammed her into the concrete a few times on her back, snapping the group out of their daze. 

“Nebula!” Everyone but Harold yelled out, jumping in as soon as they could.

Unfortunately, more of the little objects came into view revealing themselves to be tiny, silver Sonics with grapples for arms and a sinister smile.

Sonic growled at the little robots, glaring as he kicked one away. 

“Silver Sonics…” He muttered, looking to where Amy had ended up beside him - finding her already gone to Nebula’s location.

Sonic grumbled, holding onto the bridge of his snoot before being painfully kicked by five Silver Sonics flying at him.

“Hold on, Nebbie, I’m - HEY!” Before Amy could help out Nebula, two Silver Sonics grabbed hold of her hammer before she could swing it, trying to pull it out of her grip.

“Let go!” Amy yelled out, pulling her hammer away from the Silver Sonics, but the little robots were too strong - the Piko-Piko Hammer was slipping out of her grip, the Silver Sonics weren’t relenting, and she could see that more were coming in her peripheral… 

Amy closed her eyes, trying to pull harder as the robots pulled, but even she had limits.

THWACK

As swift as the wind, the tugging sensation was gone, and Amy - in a fit of familiarity and nostalgia - opened her eyelids to find someone she didn’t expect.

Harold, Ovi’s father, had thwacked the robots away from the Piko-Piko Hammer, using the circumference of the shield to prevent the robots from trying to grab onto it again.

Amy blinked a few times, seeing Harold had left the hammer right beside him. She immediately picked it up, and looked at the man in confusion.

“Th-thanks…?” Amy stuttered, not sure if what she saw was actually happening.

Harold simply nods, pulling his shield when the Silver Sonic attacking Amy tries to rip his shield out of his hands.

He grunted as they managed to get a grip on his shield, pulling it away from him as they ganged up on the human.

THWACK

A few of the Silver Sonics flew away from the swing of Amy’s hammer, releasing Harold’s shield.

Harold, eyes wide in bemusement, nodded toward Amy as they both went back to the fight - Harold, rushing for the youngest, and Amy for Nebula.

Tails, fully recovered from his fainting spell, blasted most of the Silver Sonics away from him and Hope.

Hope herself was cleaving through the Silver Sonics with her short blade, trying to keep them from grabbing her weapon.

The Silver Sonics snickered as they dodged each of the swipes and slices from Hope’s sword, only to get blasted by the Energy Ball Tails unleashed.

And the Silver Sonics fell similarly when Tails couldn’t attack them with his tails nor the Energy Ball attack - they were immediately sliced by Hope’s own sword.

As the two were doing that, Nebula came back into the fray, punching and kicking every Silver Sonic she could get across.

In fact, Nebula held a few Silver Sonic’s arms in hand - slamming them around and twirling them like they did with her.

“Muahahaha! How’d you like that, Sonics of Metal?” Nebula crowed out, her maniacal grin contorting her features, which affected Amy as they bashed and smashed the Silver Sonics together.

“It’s time for ‘Whack-a-Hedgehog’!” Amy yelled out, thwacking and bonking all the Silver Sonics that tried to get closer to her.

Sonic couldn’t help but wince at the violence the two had, but he smirked at their antics.

“Least they’re enjoying themselves…” Sonic muttered, smacking a Silver Sonic away with his own Homing Attack.

Eventually, it came to the point where everyone was getting exhausted from the fight, while the Silver Sonics seemed capable of increasing their numbers. 

Every slice, every punch, even every bash caused the Silver Sonics to split apart further.

The group eventually ended up surrounded by the Silver Sonics, their staticky snickering discerning in the moment. 

The Silver Sonics moved closer to the group, keeping them trapped from escape.

Tails looked to Hope, a dawning realization coming onto his features.

“Hope, you noticed how the Silver Sonics stopped splitting after they got to a specific size?” He whispered as the human and fox were pushed into the circle with the rest of the group.

Hope nodded, not even mentioning the usage of the name. 

They had more important things to worry about (even if she found that it didn’t sound so… off, anymore.)

“They have to have a limit to how much they split off…” Hope smiled, eager to test things out. 

“Tell Sonic and the others, quickly!” She yelled out, slicing a few Silver Sonics around Tails to give him clearance.

Tails used the opening to do exactly that - take to the skies and locate Sonic quickly.

FWOOSH-THIP-THIP-THIP!

BURRRRRRRRRRRRZZZZZZZZ!

The Silver Sonics tried to grab Tails in the sky, only to have their arms chopped in half with Sonic’s quills.

“Sonic! They’re only able to multiply so much! If we’re able to get them smaller - ”

“ - They won’t be able to form properly! Nice eye, Tails!” Sonic called out, having noticed it as well.

He leapt up into the air, catching Tails’ hands before he descended.

Then, Tails kicked Sonic, shooting him into the group of Silver Sonic’s like a soccer ball. 

KER-THUNK!

The Silver Sonics, unable to defend themselves, ended up being bowled over.

One could almost hear the sound of bowling pins being knocked down.

“He-he!” Sonic laughed out loud as he destroyed a few in front of Amy and Nebula, smirking all the while. 

“So, Tails figured out something about the Silver Sonics,” Sonic started, before letting the two know about what was going on. “The Silver Sonic’s are shrinking down to a smaller size, but they have a set size to shrink to.”

“So, you’re saying that if we get them down to that size…”

“We can easily eliminate them!” Nebula finished for Amy, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Sonic could almost smirk along with Nebula’s excitement, but frowned a bit before saying, “Nebula, you need to wait until we get them down to size. Don’t want you to ruin your throat to have to do this all over again.”

“Of course, Friend Sonic.” Nebula stated, her eyes fierce with determination. “I know my limits now.”

“And besides, I’ll be sticking by her side to help her, just in case!” Amy cheered, winking at Nebula as the latter cooed at Amy’s antics.

“Good. We got to finish them off. Are you two ready?”

Amy and Nebula looked at each other, then turned back to Sonic, nodding.

“Yeah! Let’s stamp them out!” Sonic cheered them on, watching as Amy and Nebula bashed and golfed the Silver Sonics with almost a speed that would have made him jealous - if he wasn’t so confident in himself.

Tails tossed dummy rings in the air, thinning out the straggling remains of the Silver Sonics from high up in the air.

Hope and Harold Kintobor were combining their strengths - Harold with his shield, and Hope with her sword.

Bashing and cleaving through the army, the two made sure they didn’t hurt Hope while she cleaved through the swarm. 

Nebula’s mouth started to smoke, bright light illuminating from her mouth. 

Feeling the intense pressure from her friend behind her, Amy turned, then gasped out loud.

“Guys! Nebbie’s charging!” Amy yelled, getting the attention of the others. 

SCREEEEEEE-

A whirring noise reverberated through the area, all originating from Nebula’s mouth.

“Everyone, get down!” Sonic yelled, immediately grabbing Tails and pulling the fox down to the ground.

The others followed suit - Harold pulling down Hope, Amy holding her head - as Nebula unleashed a full beam of almost sun-like energy from her mouth.

SCREEEEEEAAAAAAHHH!!!

Said beam started to turn as Nebula had, cutting through the army of Silver Sonics as it sliced through. 

Not much was left untouched by the Star Beam - even the harbour they were on was struggling to bear the might of the Star Beam as Nebula cut through the crowd.

Eventually, once the last Silver Sonics turned into goop, Nebula shut her mouth. 

Immediately she collapsed, clutching her throat as she went down hacking and coughing.

Amy was the first to get up from the disaster zone, rushing towards Nebula. Sonic and Harold got up first, carefully looking over the area as Hope and Tails got up next.

“Ugh… my mouth…” Nebula coughed, her throat raspy from the blast.

“Nebula! Are you alright?” Amy said, carefully patting her friend’s back. Nebula turned to the pink hedgehog, eyes half-closed from the exhaustive process.

“Ye-yeah… I’m fine, Friend Amy.” Nebula reassured, looking at Amy with a pitiful expression.

A faint rumbling started up as Nebula said that, causing the rest of the group to turn toward the source. It was the doors to the warehouse, slowly opening up, but the rumbling increased as whatever came out of the area. 

Tails and Hope fell onto their butts, unable to keep themselves steady as the ground rocked about them. Sonic and Harold immediately grabbed Tails and Hope respectfully, keeping them upright as the ground shook.

None of them noticed the goop of the Silver Sonics rushing back into the open doors - or at least, until Sonic noticed it.

“Wait, the goop -!”

Sonic’s cry nearly got drowned out as a giant, robotic mole crashed through the warehouse walls, finishing off the tension fully. However, unlike the original version of the Egg Mole - which had caused Ovi to break his leg in the first place - this one had been redesigned from the ground up. 

“Do you like my upgrades, Sonic?” Eggman announced, his gleeful smile radiating a sickly madness. 

“It's able to turn its top half now, thanks to the new joints and servos keeping both halves together.” Eggman stroked his mustache, grinning from ear to ear. “The missing arm I had to replace with a rather large drill - similar to the Egg Dragoon’s sword. The paint was done up, unfortunately, your rather large friend had ruined my handiwork…”  

Sonic couldn’t help but grin at Ovi's machinations.

Though that grin slid off his face immediately, when he saw where Ovi was placed.

There, in the center of the upper half of the Egg Mole, Ovi was precariously hanging. The changeling himself struggled to get out of the hard chains and dented Egg Pawn arms, keeping his limbs in place.

“OVI!” Hope and Harold yelled, the former getting up quickly and about to swing her sword for an attack. Harold held his daughter back, pulling her away as the robot slapped its other arm down.

“Ovi!” Tails yelled, as he, Amy and Nebula jumped away from the attack - as it tried to sweep them and Sonic away.

Amy gritted her teeth, tightening her hold on her Piko-Piko Hammer. Nebula looked on weakly at the cockpit of Eggman’s mech, but even her eyes held hatred at the man that took her friend.

“Ovi - hold on!” Sonic yelled, looking up at the robot’s chest. His hands were gripped and ready to fight back, ready to save Ovi right there and then.

“I literally am not able to do anything else at the moment!” Ovi snarked out, yet a gleeful look spread across his face manically. “Finally,” he thought, “an end to my humiliation.”

“Enough! It’s about time I get rid of some pests!” Eggman’s confidence radiated from his announcement, eager to crush all that opposed him and his work.

[lemondoddle]

[ID copied from alt: Digital drawing of Ashes OReilly from the Mechanisms. They are a heavy set person with dark akin and dark red curly hair. The right side of their hair is shaved. They are dressed in a blue-gray dress shirt rolled up to the elbows, red necktie, black waistcoat, and torn mesh fingerless gloves that reach their elbows. They are holding their bass which is a shiny silvery blue. They are looking up and to the left as a bright warm light shines on them. They are surrounded by red smoke. end ID]

An ashes drawing because they mean the world to me

Did some experimentation with color and light rendering so i hope it looks ok :]

[i-am-bella-donna]

They Took the Stars Chapter 1: Vows

Whumptober 2023 Day 21: Vows

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Story Summary:

No one could see the stars anymore. In the metropolis of the Boiling Isles, smoke and smog filled the skies. Acid rain fell to the ground. Towering buildings and neon lights went as far as the eye could see. But every light has a shadow, and the shadows of the Emperor and his Council were very dark indeed…. Luz Noceda used to love her homeland, but she had long-since realized that people were not always what they seemed, and Emperor Belos was no exception. Between herself, Eda, and Raine, surely they would be able to do some good for the city. Right?

Pairings: Romantic Raeda, Familial Luz x Eda

Word Count: 789

CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A

A/N: Chapter Theme Song: World So Cold by 12 Stones

This story was written for Whumptober 2023 and will (most likely) update daily. I hope you all enjoy it!

Also, although the prompts are used out of order, the story itself is chronological.

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Fourteen more had died this week.

Not officially, of course. The report stated that ten of the fourteen were missing, three were victims of an unfortunate tragedy, and the last was awaiting a trial.

Eda had known most of them. They had not been close, but they were familiar with one another in the way that all untagged denizens were—just close enough to share nods in the marketplace and corroborate stories with the City Guards. Luz had seen most of them in passing, and while she did not know them particularly well, she knew enough to say that none of them were bad people.

None of them deserved what Emperor Belos had in store for them.

Luz grit her teeth as she rose through the clouds, ignoring the droplets of acid beading on her protective goggles. Her mechanical wings whirred as they flapped behind her. The intricate arrangement of brass, nylon, and rudimentary hover technology glowed faintly in the darkness, thankfully hidden from the streets below by the thick coverage of smog.

Or not so thick anymore, as she was finally emerging from the layer of acidic clouds, their muddy gray replaced by the sharp navy of night. The peaks of lonely, long-abandoned skyscrapers were her only company up here.

She grabbed the controller dangling from her neck and stilled her wings as she reached the landing pad, turning off the hover feature a moment later. As soon as her position was secure, she ripped off her goggles and gloves and unclipped her wings. A moment later, her jacket and overpants joined the pile. Drops of residual acid flew onto her skin as she tossed the clothes aside, but she paid it no mind. She wanted to scream, but even if most drones could not pass the cloud crust, she did not want to take the risk of being noticed. Instead, she fell onto her back and let out a strangled gasp, eyes unseeing as she faced the sky.

Fourteen people were dead.

Fourteen innocents were dead.

Fourteen more innocents were dead.

“Kid?”

Luz startled at her name, jolting up to see Eda standing over her. Her silvery-white prosthetics gleamed in the faint light of the full moon, and she wore a rare expression of solemness.

“What,” Luz said flatly, laying back down.

There was a moment of silence, as though Eda did not know how to react. Finally, she took a seat beside Luz. Her voice was soft as she spoke. “Belos really sucks ass, doesn’t he?”

“That doesn’t even begin to describe it. Also, swear jar.”

“I’ll put money in when we get home. And…” Eda took a deep breath. “I know. But that’s where we come in, right? To make a difference.” Luz could hear the faint smile in her voice. “It’s like you always said—‘us weirdos have to stick together.’”

Bullshit.

The wind whistled as it poured through the windows of the abandoned building, long-forgotten to most but them. Then again—not many people dared to venture beyond the city or into the sky, let alone both.

“When I was little,” Luz finally said, “there would be nights when the cloud crust would get thin. Maybe…once a month? Mamí and I would sit on the rooftops and try to spot the moon, or even a constellation. We could only see a little bit, but it was fun.” A bitter laugh. “And now, I’m eighteen, and I have to break the law just to see the sky again.”

Abruptly, she sat up and turned to Eda, who was watching her with sadness that looked out of place on her. “The city is getting worse and worse, and—and Eda, there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“Oh, Luz…” Eda moved closer, and Luz rested her head on her shoulder. She felt, more than heard, Eda sigh. “Look…I know things are bad. I know. I see Lilith falling apart to obey Belos, I see Raine constantly stressing about their work, and I hate it. But…everything is finally falling into place.” She pulled back slightly, her eyes glittering in the amber light of dusk. “We are going to make a difference, we just…need to hold on a little longer.”

Luz stared out into the stars. It was poetically horrifying—under the right circumstances, any force of nature, no matter how bright or powerful, could be reduced to nothingness. “I wish we could hurry up and get started. I wish we could help people.”

“We will, kid. I promise.”

“You better be right.”

High above the city and high above the clouds, the two sat on the edge of a forgotten building and tried to make peace with the knowledge that they were the only people who could still see the stars.

~~~

A/N: This is my fourth year attempting Whumptober. Emphasis on attempting. My previous tries had…no success. Wish me luck!

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pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Some people would call you far too serious. Some would call you stuck-up. And some would call you a bitch. But to freshman Jeon Jungkook, you’re the head Calculus I TA noona  – and he’s determined to fuck you.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; intense smut (fem reader, semi-public sex, pussy spanking, fingering, m-receiving oral, doggy, dirty talk); non-idol!AU - university!AU; dom!Jungkook x sub!noona!reader, ft instigator Jimin lol

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part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

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"I think Jungkook likes you."

The lead of your mechanical pencil snapped suddenly. Stupid soft graphite. You glared at it, annoyed, and brushed the broken piece away to complete the equation. 

"Who?"

"I think he's taking the afternoon class."

You double-checked the last question and handed him his homework back. "Jimin, you used the wrong equation, here and here."

Park Jimin frowned, face falling when he saw all your corrections. Being one of your parents' friends' kids, your parents and his parents naturally asked you to help him out when he entered the same university as you. You pretty much figured the likelihood of Jimin speaking to you was zero, since he was a dance major and you were a graphics design major. You shrugged and agreed.

Except you forgot you were also the head Calculus I TA and Calculus I was a required course for all students. And, turns out, Jimin wasn't that great at math. That's why you were sitting on cushions at your coffee table in your apartment with Park Jimin, watching a music program as you checked his homework.

"Oh."

Jimin began to look over your arrows and circles. You never actually gave him the answer. He usually ended up forgetting a step in the middle and thus fucked the answer. Usually he caught on easily once you pointed it out. 

You stared at the television screen, listening to the latest hit. Not bad. Catchy. 

"I think I should tell you because he's kind of reckless," Jimin was saying.

You placed a hand under your head and took a sip of your tea, distracted by the cute MC with the blue hair. He had a cute smile. It reminded you of a bunny.

"Who?"

"Jeon Jungkook," Jimin snapped impatiently.

You raised an eyebrow and faced Jimin. "Oi. I'm correcting your homework here. I could just correct it tomorrow and hand it back to you with red marks instead," you threatened.

He pouted at you, his full lower lip sticking out. "Sorry, noona."

You sighed. "Don't call me that. Makes me feel ancient." You turned your body so you faced him as he scowled at his homework. "Okay, okay, I'm listening now. What did you want to say?"

Jimin put his pencil down immediately and began to chat like an excited gossiping auntie. Round brown eyes getting rounder, glad for a break from his math homework. You didn't want to get him started, but he was going to nag you incessantly until you let him talk.

"I think he sits in the back?" Jimin pondered. "Dark longish hair, wears a lot of black. Looks scary when he's thinking because his eyes go really wide and he furrows his brows."

You twisted your mouth to the side and thought. You only attended the class when they had quizzes or exams because during lectures the professor didn't need your help. Mostly you remembered people by their personal scores or their handwriting, because you graded everything as the head TA. Looking at people's faces wasn't really necessary, unless you were looking for cheating. 

"Can't recall. I remember his handwriting though. Not bad," you said, shrugging. "I think he's pretty highly ranked at the moment."

"I think he likes you."

You scoffed. "How did you come to that consensus?"

Jimin tapped his temple sagely. "Intuition."

"If only you used that intuition on Calculus."

He frowned at you, pouting again. You let out a puff of air, conceding.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

Jimin scratched the back of his head. "Well, er... I'm just warning you."

"... Is he a serial killer or something?"

"No, no, no!" Jimin waved his hands on the air hurriedly. "He's really nice. But he can be kind of, uh... forward."

"How old is he?" you asked, glancing at the television for a moment as you took another long sip of your tea.

"Two years younger than me."

You choked. 

"What?" you squeaked between coughs. Jimin hurried over and patted your back as you struggled, becoming pink in the face. "The fuck? Tell him to find someone his own age."

"I did!" Jimin whined. "But he's stubborn."

You rolled your eyes. "You're warning me that I have to break a poor freshman's heart?"

"Kind of."

You rubbed your throat. "Hmph. Darn whippersnappers these days."

Jimin smacked your arm, laughing. "I thought you weren't ancient?"

"I am now knowing some kid is fantasizing about their fucking Calculus TA."

You had said your comment sarcastically. You fully expected Jimin to make some joke, but he froze up a little. You looked over to him. He looked somewhat guilty, like a lost puppy who got caught stealing food. You sighed and patted his back.

"Don't worry, I won't chew your friend's heart out. Finish your homework, so I don't drop you off too late. You have practice in the morning, yeah?"

"Y-yeah, thanks."

-

Forward, huh?

An understatement. 

You were sitting in one of the math department offices, laptop open, your drawing tablet in your lap, thinking. The conversation with Jimin happened about two days ago. In that time, you hadn't attended either morning or afternoon class yet, since it was only lectures. Not that it mattered, because lecture halls were massive. If this Jungkook kid sat in the back, then you probably wouldn't be able to see him anyway. At the moment, however, you were preoccupied with your assignment, to design a logo. Logo designing was difficult, especially since a school assignment didn't exactly have a real client attached to it to ask questions. 

Technically these were Calculus I office hours, but who attended office hours? Nobody.

Who attended any type of calculus office hours?

Yeah, exactly. 

You spent the time doing homework with the door open. You were the only TA that actually showed up for the office hours. Every other TA said it was a waste of time. It was. You still came through; in the off chance some poor kid decided her grade mattered. You felt bad since the actual professor wasn't very patient when people needed extra help. Also, technically you were the head TA, so you did have a bit more responsibility than the others.

Your black boots were perched on the desk as you sat back in your office chair, sketching a few ideas. If a member of the math department saw you, you would probably get in trouble. Thankfully, the math department was usually deserted. Math wasn't exactly the most social subject. 

You took a sip of your tea from your thermos, tapping your tablet pen on your black jean-covered thigh. 

"You look even better close-up, noona."

A clear, silvery, male voice cut through the silence. The voice came from the doorframe right in front of the desk. You frowned, slowly lifting your head from your tablet. How had you not heard him? Were you really that focused on your assignment?

Chucky black sneakers. Black cargo pants, slim fit. Distressed black sweater, hands casually in his pockets. Broad shoulders. Lightly tanned skin. Sharp jawline. A tiny mole under a mischievous smile. Your eyes narrowed as you made eye contact with those sparkling dark brown orbs. Long hair slicked back, with only a few wispy strands on his forehead. 

"Calculus I question?" was your response. 

His smile quirked a little higher. The young man didn't have a backpack with him. Didn't even have a piece of paper stuck under his arm. Wasn't even trying to pretend that he needed help.

"I have questions."

He didn't elaborate. You lowered your legs, placing your tablet on your laptop. 

"This is Calculus I office hours. For calculus questions only."

His eyes flickered to your laptop and tablet. Back to you. 

"Is this what the TAs should be doing during office hours?"

Suddenly, you could feel your pulse in your ears. Point taken.

"What do you want?"

He slid into the chair across from the desk, hands still in his pockets. Watching you carefully, still smiling thoughtfully. It should have been unnerving, but there was no malice in that smile. Maybe you were imagining it though, so you kept your guard up. 

"I'm Jeon Jungkook."

Yeah, I guessed, you thought wryly. "And my name is on the syllabus. What do you want?"

He tilted his head at you, studying your face. 

"How do you know Jimin-ssi?"

Isn't Jimin older than you, punk? "Our parents are friends."

He nodded slowly. He looked around the windowless office, at the three papers tacked to the wall – outdated notices – to the still open door, to the desk with your laptop, tablet, and backpack. Then to you, sitting back in the black office chair, eyebrow raised, hands half-in the sleeves of your gray flannel, cropped black sweater underneath. 

"I think you're beautiful, noona."

Your brain winced at the compliment and your hormones looked up from the abyss. Your brain scolded them to go back to their hidey-hole. You clicked your tongue. 

"I'm too old for you."

There was an ever-so-slight tick of his head. His eyes shifted downward and then flicked back up to you, almost shyly, if it wasn't for the small smirk dancing on his lips. 

"We both know such a mindset is outdated."

You felt your breath catch in your throat. The fuck? Your hormones peeked out again. Your brain was too distracted with trying to find a comeback to tell them to fuck off. You figured you better cut this off right now before it went too far. 

"This whole conversation is inappropriate," you said evenly, standing up from the chair and rolling it back. You walked around the desk and stood in front of it, balancing your ass against it. You crossed your arms over your breasts. "You should leave."

He slowly, slowly gazed up at you. Why did he look so satisfied? Your heart did a little three beat skip. Stop it. Keep it together. Jungkook got to his feet, hands still in his pockets. Then he pulled them out and pushed his sleeves up.

Oh?

Tattoos ran up his right arm, the beginnings of a sleeve. Ink black against light tan, flexed muscle. He was not a skinny pretty boy. You were so busy staring at his arms that you barely registered him placing them casually on either side of you, face right next to yours. Now you were staring down at his broad chest, at his black distressed sweater.

"Excuse me?" you snapped testily, lifting your head to look into his smug eyes. 

"I won't touch you," Jungkook murmured quietly. "Unless you ask me to."

This punk ass bitch.

You narrowed your eyes. "What makes you think I would?"

That small teasing smile came back. 

"Well, for one, you haven't actually told me you have absolutely no interest yet."

Your hormones prodded you excitedly. Your brain told them to shut up. Your eyes moved to the open door behind his head, looking into the empty hall, trying to keep a balanced, even tone. It came out a little sharper than you intended.

"Door's wide open."

"Embarrassed to be seen with me?" Jungkook purred, breath on your cheek. 

You tried not to react even though your hormones were fucking losing it. "What about you?" you shot back sharply. 

You heard Jungkook chuckle. "Fuck no I'm not." Your heart jerked heading the crude word come out so daintily and casually from his lips. "I want to be seen with you. All the time. In every position." 

You finally tore your eyes from the open door to give him the side-eye. "Real big words there."

Jungkook smirked. "I'm giving you a chance to tell me no. It's taking everything in me not to bend you over this desk right now and fuck your brains out."

You sucked in a breath. Accidentally. Not on purpose. There's absolutely no way Jungkook would have noticed unless he was literally right next to you. Which he was. Shit. He leaned in closer, still not actually touching you. 

"You like that idea?" he breathed, the lust evident in his voice, not even trying to hide it. 

"I am not some easy bitch at the club, Jungkook. This is the fucking math department," you scolded, eye-level to the base of his neck, wanting very badly to make out with it.

Now it was his turn to inhale sharply. He pulled his head back, and now you were face-to-face with those dark, dark eyes, falling, falling, your body screaming at you to do more. And still you didn’t, torn between reason and instinct.

"I'm so pissed," he growled, breath against your lips. "That the first time I hear you say my name, I wasn't watching your pretty lips form it."

Those few strands brushed against his exposed forehead, framing his furrowed brow and those intense dark brown eyes, making you breathless, telling you that you should, even though the last shreds of reason were telling you, do not, do not, do not give in to Jeon Jungkook. 

"It's the middle of the damn day," you murmured.

"And you make me horny every second of every day," he groaned, so close now that his nose almost touched yours. "With your stem stare, your assertive stride, your well-spoken words, and your beautiful body that demands to be kissed, loved, fucked." He panted, shoulders shaking. "God, I want you under me so bad. You have no idea, noona."

Resolve? Hello, where are you?

You raised an eyebrow. "You think you're enough for me?"

His dark eyes gleamed. 

"I know I am."

Your eyes flickered to the open door, the vacant hall, feeling Jungkook's body heat hovering so close, so close to you, and then you shifted your eyes back to him. Your brain was screaming at you and your hormones bonked your brain silent. The words at the tip of your tongue came tumbling out, nothing to hold them back anymore. 

"Let's see."

And then you kissed him.

Jungkook’s reaction was immediate, his large hands leaving the desk, grabbing your waist, ramming his crotch into you. You gasped against his soft lips and he slid his tongue inside, playing with yours, moaning, kissing you hungrily. His fingers pressed into you through your clothes, strong, tight, unforgiving. Your eyes flew open, surprised at his eagerness. He retreated his tongue and nipped at your lower lip, sucking on it lightly. You shivered, feeling him lift you onto the desk, pushing your legs open with his hips, grinding against you. He kissed down your chin, lifting your head impatiently, moaning against your skin. Every gentle kiss a jolt to your system, contrasting with his rough hands kneading your waist, pulling you close against his firm body, the fucking desk cutting into your thighs, eyelids fluttering.

There was movement at the door.

You froze.

Jungkook’s lips latched onto your neck, sucking sharply. You choked back a wanton moan, seeing a familiar face. A familiar, plump smile with cute, lovely eyes. He waved a small hand at you and reached for the doorknob, locking it from the inside before winking at you and closing the door silently.

Park fucking Jimin.

That bas–

Your thought was sharply cut off by Jungkook nipping at your throat, hissing as he rolled his hips into your thigh, a distinct bulge pressing into you. He yanked down the front of your sweater, sucking on the space right between your collarbones. You whimpered and shuddered, wrapping a leg around his waist and hooking him towards you, hands finally leaving your chest and grabbing his, fingers getting caught in the holes of his sweater.

“Fuck,” he growled. “I’m so fucking hard already because you’re so fucking hot.”

You caught yourself against the desk, elbow slamming onto the wood. You winced. “I haven’t done shit,” you said, surprised to feel your lips slightly swollen.

Jungkook grinned. “You don’t have to. Just you below me is enough.”

You glared at him and he bent over the desk, grabbing the back of your head, pushing your face to his, kissing you again, stealing your breath. It was the perfect mix of force and desperation, leaving you yielding, back arching as he sucked on your tongue, bobbing his head up and down slightly to pull on it. You tried not to make noise – everything was already too noisy anyway – only crying out softly when he let you go. Now you were on your elbows with Jungkook towering over you, licking his lips, the spare strands now stuck to his exposed forehead. His eyes roamed over your body before landing back on your face. You gave him your best questioning look.

He chuckled darkly. “I want to rip all your clothes off, but something tells me you will be upset with me.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Because this is still the middle of the math department, let me remind you, Jungkook.” You huffed. “I don’t live here. Don’t get crazy.”

He grinned, leaning forward. “Say my name again, noona. God, let me watch your delicious lips speak my fucking name.”

You raised your eyebrows. Then you felt his hands on your jeans, undoing the button, making you jump. The zipper going down, down. He yanked at the seam, digging it into your already wet pussy, shoving your panties into your slit.

“A-ah, Jungkook…”

Oh fuck. That sounded kind of pathetic.

He bit his lower lip, and yanked again.

“J-Jungkook, ah…” Your eyelids fluttered, trying to keep your strict demeanor.

“Fuck,” he hissed, firmly gripping the waistband of your jeans and pulling them down your ass, half-dragging your panties down. “You like that, noona? Do you want me to be rough with you?”

You prayed to the higher power that he would just take the damn hint and not make you say it. But Jungkook was dragging your panties back up, the thin black fabric being sucked into your folds and ass as he pulled them far too high. You gasped, trying not to look down, trying not to look at his face. But he grabbed your chin, dragging you back to him, making you open your glazed eyes, making you see his excited expression.

“Look at me, noona.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Jungkook held the front of your panties and pulled, hard. You had to choke back a moan, the fabric nearly ripping, rubbing harshly against your clit. You felt the squelch of you getting wetter, hearing it clearly as he yanked at it, stimulating your clit.

“Tell me you don’t like it, noona,” Jungkook whispered hotly, letting go of your chin. “Tell me and I’ll stop.”

You spread your legs involuntarily, trying very hard not to make a fucking sound, but it was already obvious by your fists clenched against the desk, your widespread legs, and your pussy lips practically sucking your panties in, so much so that they nearly disappeared into you.

Jungkook snuck a glance down, gasping softly at your glistening pussy being tortured by your panties. He dropped to his knees and you had only one second to be confused before Jungkook’s tongue licked up your slit. You had to slap a hand over your mouth to avoid crying out, leaving your sounds limited to muffled whimpers as he lapped at your juices, groaning into you. Your entire lower body vibrated as he teased your covered clit, smushing the fabric into your deeper, rougher. Your hips strained, trying to hump his face but only digging your panties into you harder.

You removed your hand from your face, biting on your tongue to regain some semblance of thought so you fucking talk.

“T-take it off…” you gasped. You looked down, seeing his mischievous eyes above your quivering mound, licking his lips slowly, pink tongue tracing the contours of his mouth.

Jungkook raised his hand.

Smack!

This time you had to actually shove to knuckles into your mouth and mute your squeal as pain radiated through you, your pussy stinging. He slapped you again, right on your clit, hard, making your throw your head back and nearly hit the desk, hips raising to meet him. Oh, God. He pressed his finger against your aching clit, rubbing hard, standing up to bend over you, an impossibly strong presence as he pleasured you.

“Say it, noona,” he breathed. “Tell me you like getting your pussy spanked.”

He was rubbing your clit so hard that you felt your hips raise into it, eyes rolling back into your head.

“Say it or I’ll stop,” he warned menacingly, voice so low it ripped through you.

You tore your knuckles out of your mouth. “Don’t stop, please, fuck, Jungkook, I love it when you spank my clit, fuck, please, fuck.” The words came jumbling out in a rushed, half-panicked whisper, cut off by your sharp gasp as your orgasm clawed into you. You felt Jungkook slap his free hand over your mouth, shutting off your wail as your throbbed into his hand, turning into helpless whines as he spanked your clit hard and fast, accentuating your high with waves of sudden, aching pain. You pushed his hand away, pressing your head against the desk, gasping.

“Harder, please, Jungkook, harder.”

He was staring at your fucked-out face, massaging your throbbing pussy with his palm, coating his fingers with your cum. Your voice a thin moan, hips rutting into him.

“Believe me, I want to,” he snarled. “I want to so fucking bad, noona, but we’re already loud enough and you’re making a fucking mess.”

He pulled your panties down, nearly useless at this point and roughly shoved two fingers into you. You gasped, tongue lolling out and he took the chance to put two fingers of his free hand into your mouth, rubbing your wet tongue. You could feel every joint, the calluses of his fingertips as he thrust them into you, slopping, wet sounds accompanying his movements.

“Fuck, look at you, noona, sucking in my fingers, letting me fuck your mouth,” Jungkook murmured, centimeters away from your face. “I haven’t even fucked you with my cock yet and you’re already taking me so well.”

If you could think, you probably would have a snappy response, but Jungkook was stuffing his fingers into your mouth and scissoring the others inside your pussy, driving you insane. You made eye contact with Jungkook, him and his blown-out pupils, his lips trembling as he rammed his fingers into your holes faster, harder, sliding you up the wooden desk. Something inside you snapped and you squeezed your eyes shut, your body shaking as you came again, trying to yell, but unable to because Jungkook shoved his fingers into your throat, making you almost choke if it wasn’t for your own expertise. An embarrassing amount of liquid poured down his hand and wrist, dripping down your thighs. You clamped your legs shut, burying his hand, hips jerking as the aftershocks rippled through you.

You heard Jungkook swallow loudly, jaw tight. He slowly pulled his fingers out of both holes, strings of bodily fluid following him as he did so. Your shaking knees were barely holding your lower body up, jeans constricting your calves and your upper body way too fucking hot.

You laid back on the wood, trying to catch your breath. Was it a fucking cliché? Probably. You felt Jungkook lift himself off the desk and you closed your eyes, chest heaving. Of course. He was just going to leave you like this, tearing your secret out of you and then leaving to boast about how he turned the head Calculus I TA into a helpless, submissive puddle of goo without even actually fucking you. Why did you even bother–

You suddenly felt the desk creak and snapped your eyes open to Jungkook climbing onto it, straddling your chest, unzipping his pants right in front of your face. His slicked hair was becoming unfurled now, more and more dark strands falling down around his ears. His brow furrowed, eyes so wide and focused you weren’t even sure he was actually looking at you.

“Uh–”

He reached in his black boxer briefs impatiently and pulled out his thick, leaking cock. Your eyes widened and his found yours, glittering with arousal. A smear of pre-cum grazed your cheek as he adjusted his position to push the red, bulbous tip against your lips.

“I want to fuck you, noona, but you have to clean me up,” Jungkook breathed, gently asking you but also trying to greedily push his dick into your mouth.

You could say something, but somehow you concluded you were going to be muffled anyway, so you opened your mouth, tongue snaking out and licking the head. Flat, wide, and all over, coating your tongue with his pre-cum, moaning at his taste. Jungkook sunk his teeth into his lower lip, hissing softly as he spread his legs even more, lowering himself slowly into your mouth. You licked around his cock before closing your lips and sucking, growing wet as he thrust his hips into your mouth, slow and steady, eyes closed. You reached up to hold onto his thighs, whimpering as you felt his muscular quads through his pants. He opened his eyes and looked down at you, sliding his cock in a little deeper, hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck, noona, so fucking sexy, taking my cock like that,” he groaned, reaching down and pushing your hair out of your eyes. His dark hair hung down, framing his face in shadow, making your pussy throb at the image. “Makes me want to fill all your holes up, makes me want to coat you with my cum and see you covered in it, messy and dirty with me.”

You couldn’t say anything so you just whined, nails digging into his covered thighs.

“You want that?” His voice dropped several octaves again. Your skin prickled hotly with every word. “You want me to jack off all over you and leave you a mess covered with my cum?”

You squeezed your thighs together, desperate for friction, now moving your head to suck harder, rubbing the tip fiercely against the back of your throat.

“F-fuck,” he gritted out. He tapped your hand hurriedly, eyelids fluttering. “S-stop, stop.” You whimpered, sadly looking up at him. He chuckled, rubbing your knuckles soothingly.

Look here you little shit, you can’t say all that dirty stuff and not expect me to be horny, your eyes were telling him.

“I know, I know,” he purred. “But I want to fuck your pussy and office hours are almost over…”

You glowered at him, but reluctantly unhinged your jaw, opening your lips. He slid out, gasping, hitting you in the chin and getting the front of your sweater wet.

“You’re a jerk,” you muttered as he climbed off you.

Jungkook chuckled. “Sorry, noona.”

You shook your hair and reached into your backpack, pulling out a condom, only to turn around and see Jungkook pulling one out of his back pocket.

“Oh.” You blinked at him. “You’re prepared.”

Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows. “I knew what I was coming for.”

A muscle in your brow twitched as he tucked his tongue in his cheek, grinning widely at you as he ripped it open and slid it on slowly, rolling it down his thick cock. His voice changed, dipping raspy and low.

“Turn around.”

Part of you wanted to fight, but then you spied the time. You rolled onto your stomach, sighing exaggeratedly as your legs tangled a bit in your jeans. You felt Jungkook’s presence behind you as he bent over your back, hand sliding over your lips and covering your mouth.

“Sigh all you want, noona,” he growled, chuckling as you shivered. “Just don’t scream when I’m fucking you.”

Your eyes widened as you felt the head press against your puffy pussy lips, pushing in forcefully, expanding your tight little hole as his cock entered you, his moan against your ear, your name dripping with lust. Both of you still mostly clothed, but his cock sliding deep, deep inside you, his teeth on your earlobe. Your walls throbbed around him, squeezing him. He gasped, jutting his hips experimentally into you. A stifled moan sneaked past his fingers, your tongue licking them lightly.

“That’s it,” he breathed. “Nice and tight for me, bent over this desk.” He nipped at your ear, whispering softly as he began to fuck you. “What if someone hears you, whimpering for my cock, begging to be fucked?”

Your hands clenched into fists, eyes fluttering shut, feeling him pound you into the wood, deep and slow and far too perfect.

“Noona, what if someone sees you?” His voice like smoke, invading all your thoughts, threatening your dreams, cursing you with the feeling of his lips on your ear and his hips pounding your ass. “Proper, harsh, strict noona turning into a slut for this cock, bent over this desk and humping my hips so you can get this dick deeper inside you?”

You squeezed your eyes shut and wiggled your ass against his cock. He thrust his hips harder into you, jerking you forcefully upwards, your thighs smacking against the desk. Light flickered in front of your closed eyelids and you opened them, seeing your phone screen glaring at you. A message from Jimin. Finish already! You struggled to say his name and Jungkook lifted his hand for a moment to hear your shaking breath.

“Jungkook,” you panted. “Time.”

He covered your mouth again. “You’re right,” he grunted, rolling his hips into you, biting back his moans as you clenched around him. The wet, slapping sounds became louder as he changed his angle, fucking you roughly into the table. It pushed your hips up and you clung onto the edge of the desk, moaning around his hand, tongue pressed flat against his palm as he fucked you with reckless abandon, beating a damn indent of the edge of the desk into your thighs. The dull ache was going to lead to a bruise, but you didn’t care, pushing your hips back to meet him. A choked wail vibrated in your throat as you came again, whole body lurching as he sunk his teeth into your clothed shoulder, groaning as he came inside you, cock twitching and throbbing against your walls. You felt the condom expand, matched with Jungkook’s hiss as he pumped into you. You pulsed your pussy around him and he detached his mouth, whispering your name against your ear.

“You’re dirty, noona,” he rasped, the words so breathless they made you shiver. “I love it.”

You shakily reached up and peeled his hand from your mouth, gasping as he straightened to hold the condom and pull out of you. Fuck. Oh fuck. You scrambled for your phone, seeing Jimin’s text.

You better rush outta there, noona.

You heard the wet, peeling sound of Jungkook pulling the used condom off gingerly. You turned around, hissing at Jungkook before he threw it in the trash.

“Are you crazy?” you muttered, snatching it from him. “Someone will see.”

Jungkook blinked at you. “What else do I do with it?”

You glared at him and tied it up, grabbing some tissues and wrapping it inside. Then you shoved it in your backpack, along with your laptop, your tablet, the spare condom, and reaching over the desk to unplug your laptop’s AC adaptor so you could shove that in your bag too.

“Fuck, your ass is so sexy,” Jungkook marveled behind you.

“Jungkook, we have to get the fuck out of here, so pack your damn dick,” you ordered, yanking your jeans up. Squelch. You sucked in your lower lip in at the cold, uncomfortable sensation of your soaked panties. You zipped your bag and checked around the desk to make sure you took everything. You grabbed your phone and shoved it in your back pocket, turning around to see Jungkook rezipping his pants. Thank God. You might have been tempted if he hadn’t listened to you. Then you remembered the two bits of condom wrapping on the floor and picked those up too, shoving them in your other pocket.

Jungkook smirked at you. “So thorough, noona.”

You scowled at him. Maybe he hadn’t been in this situation before, but you sure as hell have.

“Stay here for twenty seconds and then leave.”

Jungkook pouted at you. You felt your heart skip a beat.

“But I don’t even have your number.”

You rolled your eyes. “Ask Jimin. You two are in cahoots anyway.” You popped your head out, looking around. No one. You popped your head back in. “Also, you owe me new panties the next time I see your smug little face, you punk,” you added, tone irate.

He smirked at you; his long dark hair wispy around his playful eyes.

You gave him one last look before you tore your eyes away, rushing through every back stairway to get the hell out of there before someone could realize you just fucked a freshman during office hours, your slopping, torn-up panties reminding you with every step that you really needed Jeon Jungkook to fuck you again.

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part ii

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masterpost

[thinking-about-writing-mm]

Chapter 6

Title: Those Evil Ways

Pairing: OT7 x Y/N (female reader)

Genre: supernatural au, medical, fluff, angst, smut, war

Word count: 4 050 ~

Characters: (Demons!BTS) Namjoon/Corson, Jin/Agares, Yoongi/Baal, Hoseok/Alastor, Jimin/Aamon, Jungkook/Mammon, Taehyung/Gaap, human reader (with special abilities later in the story)

Warnings: inappropriate touches, mentions of war tactics, cursing, making out (lots of), marking (biting, hickeys), licking, alcohol consumption (nothing serious), sensory play - blindfolding, angst, mentions of possessive JK – if I have missed something please send a pigeon 😅❤️

Summary: Y/N is a third year medical student going through life like others do. On one unfortunate night she gets in unexpected contact with otherworldly beings who drag her into their world of violence, war and fight for power.

Author’s notes: AN IMPORT NOTE: TAGLIST OPENED (hit me up if you wanna be tagged). To all of you who read this - thank you ❤️ I know it’s been a while but it’s been hectic at the university and now my exam session is coming… It’s a bit short but for obvious reasons. Enjoy 😊

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"Do you think they will be back soon?" Hoseok turned to Namjoon. He had this nasty feeling bubbling in the pit of his stomach.

"Yeah. Kook is not an idiot."

Seconds later Y/N appeared walking closely to Mammon. Hours had passed since the beginning of the feast and the demons were getting pretty rowdy. The young woman looked around the hall - the guests were laughing, shouting and drinking. Some of them were playing card games on one of the tables and others were dancing. No one had noticed their absence and she was relieved.

"Wanna move it to the backroom?" Corson asked while making the whiskey in his glass swirl around.

"Sure. We always do" Hoseok laughed and smoothed his clothes. "Shall we?"

"Where are we going?" Jimin's soft voice came from behind.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and then her cheeks and ears flushed red. The encounter from earlier and his words made her self-conscious. The silver-haired man didn't seem one bit bothered though. His easy-going behavior was back and he appeared relaxed.

"We're going to the backroom. Wanna call the General?" Jungkook glanced at the table he was sitting at. Gaap was talking to two other men and smiling.

"Sure. You go first, we will join you in a while."

With that everyone stood up. Y/N was in the dark completely - should she go with them or stay here, maybe she could find Jin and Yoongi.

Then Hoseok's voice tore her out of those thoughts. "Come on pretty girl, we're leaving." She jumped to her feet and hurried after the three demons. It was easy when others were making the decisions. In the hospital it was not exactly like that - she was supposed to be the leading force and instruct the nurses and the assistants how to proceed with an intervention. This newly created situation was an alternative that was half-good, half-bad.

They passed through a silvery gray metal door with four locks on it. The mechanism appeared to be complicated and hard to crack. Namjoon smiled cockily while looking at Y/N's curious eyes. "Yes. It's close to impossible to open this baby here." He answered her unspoken question. "Of course if there is a lock it's bound to be unlocked one way or another but let's say that no one can force their way in." Another riddle.

The interior of the backroom resembled the rest of the palace - dark walls, wooden furniture, soft black carpet. The student was the last to enter. For some reason the four half-naked women (to be precise four succubuses) standing straight in the far end didn't faze her at all. The girl laughed to herself, she was beginning to get fucked up in the brain just as the rest. What a joke…

"What is it, pretty girl? Do you find our ways of having a good time funny?" The way Alastor said that sounded menacing though irony was added intentionally to the question.

Y/N raised her hands in defense. "I-I… no. I was just thinking of my own things" the explanation was weak but still true.

"Care to share with the group?" The King teased. Jungkook and Namjoon turned around to see what was happening but then Jimin entered with Taehyung by his side. Saved.

"I hope we're not late" The General greeted the Kings with a small bow.

Jungkook clicked his tongue and tilted his head to the side. "Here there's no need for that. Or it's been too much time since our last gathering that you've forgotten?"

"Truly it's been too long," Jimin agreed while sizing Y/N up and down. The action was discreet by itself but he hoped to be seen by her. Unfortunately for the King of the South the girl's attention was occupied by Gaap.

Questionable. Very…

"Shall we sit?" Mammon urged them while taking Y/N by the hand and almost dragging her over to the settees.

With the passing of time Y/N was getting more and more sleepy. At first the conversation was interesting to her and she was paying attention. They were talking politics and governmental intrigues, then war tactics, then… Taehyung was on a winning streak advising the four men and joking around when appropriate.

Jimin was mostly quiet since his expertise was "internal affairs". He was also more interested in the spying and covert operations than the head-on action.

"Princess?" Corson's deep voice reached the young woman's dazed mind. "Bored?" She looked up through hooded eyes shaking her head absentmindedly. That made the demon smile. "Kook…" he whispered and directed the other’s attention to Y/N.

Mammon had completely forgotten about his companion leaning on his shoulder. The room got quiet and five pairs of eyes landed on the half-asleep woman. Jungkook's tattooed hand reached up and caressed Y/N's left cheek. She leaned into the touch. The demons almost cooed at the sight. Their desire to be in the place of the King of the North became close to unbearable.

“Hey! Cut the shit.” Namjoon warned them even though he was guilty too.

"Want me to take you to sleep?" Mammon whispered in her ear not paying attention to the rest. Y/N moaned softly in agreement.

"Please… I'm so tired."

Alastor chuckled. So soft and warm… also pitiful. He was happy to be born a demon. Humans were so weak. This thought swam in the demon’s heads far too often.

"Okay but on one condition." Her mind began coming back to life. What?

"Condition… What condition? Why should I do anything to deserve to go to sleep?" Her mumbling made the rest of the men laugh quietly. "I'm… I'm not a demon. I can't. It's been…"

"Only seven hours Y/N" Jungkook made the calculations instead of her. "We go on for days."

"I can't," the girl whined and grabbed his cloak. Cute.

"Here's the condition. Ready to listen, princess?"

"Just tell me."

The mischievous look that Jungkook gave to the rest got the fire burning inside of the demons. Their minds spun into different directions - was he going to let them touch her, play for a while, tell someone to go put her to bed, join her there? Many options but no one got it right…

“Here’s the deal - I will put a blindfold on your eyes.” She opened her mouth to protest but Mammon shushed her with a click of his tongue. “Then each one of us will come and give you a good night kiss and if you manage to guess who gave you the kiss correctly then I will escort you to the bedroom.” The man lifted his pierced brow and smiled dangerously.

“What happens if I don’t?” This was the biggest problem for her now. What then?

“Then you will have to entertain us for the rest of the night. The gentlemen here will give you orders and request something from you and as the good princess you are - you will do it.” The excited gasp that followed came from Hoseok’s mouth but Jungkook glared at him. “Of course the wishes are going to have some limitations and restrictions.”

“What the hell?” Y/N exclaimed in displeasure.

“That’s the deal” the King finished and waved at one of the servants. She brought him a black silky blindfold. He took it and waited for the young woman to come to a decision. With a defeated sigh Y/N raised her hands in the air.

“Whatever. Just do it fast so it can be over sooner.”

Jungkook smiled and tied the piece of cloth securely on the back of her head.

“You’re so pretty Y/N” Noir purred from the far end of the room.

She lost sense of direction and space.

“Princess, you ready?” Jimin’s soft voice came from the back. The girl whipped her head in that direction. Then the other when the sound of footsteps on the carpet distracted her.

“Let’s get this over with” Y/N gritted her teeth and straightened on the sofa, completely awake now.

There was a bit of rustling and she sensed a presence. One of them was leaning over her. The girl turned her head a bit to the side expecting a kiss on the cheek but… a disappointed grunt echoed through the room but it came from further away. The man standing in front of the student grabbed her by the jaw and turned her head towards him. It was a disapproving gesture.

The fingers were long and the hand was strong. Definitely not Jimin. Not Taehyung either - his slim fingers had a different feeling about them. She remembered this from when they were sparring.

The next thing she knew - the man’s lips crashed into hers with an unimaginable force. It was a demanding kiss, he was expecting to be honored and be given what was his. No piercings on the lip. Not Jungkook. It didn’t last long and once whoever was in front of the woman was satisfied he broke it off with a deep sigh.

When the man separated from her she felt flustered to the marrow of her bones.

“Good girls say good night to the people” Mammon’s voice was heard from behind.

“Good night” Y/N whimpered. Who was this?

Before even having the chance to think about it the cushions next to the girl sunk. Trying to see through the blindfold she immediately faced him. No luck with that… The demon ran the tips of his fingers over Y/N’s mouth and then began licking up her neck. In the process the man devouring her was inhaling deeply, engraving the young woman's smell in his mind.

That was… not-

"M-my King" she whispered breathlessly "this is not… not fair. I can't…"

He continued, absolutely unbothered by the comment. The sensitive skin on her shoulder and neck was feeling prickly and on fire. When the demon was satisfied he kissed Y/N on the cheek then bit her lip unexpectedly and strongly. She moaned into his mouth not sure if she wanted more or not.

She felt like a prey surrounded by blood-thirsty predators. Dreaded feeling. As soon as he initiated the contact it disappeared just as fast. The young woman's mind was working overtime and close to short-circuiting.

"Good night."

Three more to go…

"Jin." Yoongi approached the tall demon. He appeared to be having the time of his life, laughing, shouting and downing glass after glass with some other demons while leaning on the chest of a blonde woman.

Agares lazily lifted his head up to look at his subordinate. "Yes? Is something the matter?"

Baal was seeing something different in Jin now. The lack of contact with Y/N was making the demon behave as his former self. The question was why Yoongi was not turning back to his old ways. Maybe the deeper the connection the more long-lasting the aftereffect? He was not sure.

The mint-haired demon motioned for the sitting one to come over and talk privately. The latter one seemed annoyed but complied either way. The kiss he shared with the woman on his lap made Yoongi's stomach turn. Not good.

"Y/N is gone" he whispered once they got away from the commotion.

"So?" Agares shrugged. "She's probably with those Kings-wanna-be-s. Leave her be. Have some fun" he patted the shorter demon's shoulder in a belittling manner. Yoongi swatted it away.

"What the hell Jin?" Quiet growl escaped Baal’s pretty lips and his eyes narrowed.

“Do you think we can do something?!” The Master whispered back angrily, the attitude changing in a split second.

“It’s not like you’re trying.” This bitter accusation made Jin bark a laughter.

“You told me to keep my mind off of her. I’m just doing me so no one gets suspicious. You should do the same.” Agares turned and walked back to his table.

Yoongi didn’t waste any time and putting on his best blank expression mixed with the crowd.

…

Y/N was all shivery on the couch in the back room. The man that got to her next ravaged her, bruised the girl’s lips and made them swollen and pink, completely smearing the rest of the lipstick. Then he made sure that purple hickeys would bloom on her chest and shoulders. She wondered if Mammon was okay with her being marked by someone else like that. Up until now he appeared to be the jealous and possessive type along with being caring and considerate in his own way.

At that exact moment another pair of hands grabbed Y/N for the shoulders and a low growl followed suit. That was a sign for the demon not to go overboard.

She felt his slim figure pressing one final time into hers and with a final lick on Y/N’s neck the demon left. But she felt it. The thing that got him away… or at least the girl believed so.

The room was so quiet and even the footsteps on the carpeted floor were barely audible.

The next person came from behind and pulled her towards the headrest. The unexpected move made Y/N flinch. Choir of low laughter filled the room. She was so enticing…

A hand in her hair made the young woman's head tilt back. Gasping Y/N didn't expect to get into contact with another pair of lips in a searing spider-man-like kiss. Fluffy, pillow-like soft lips. Easy. Didn't expect him to go for that though. She smiled while their tongues were dancing. At that moment he stopped. It was a questioning action, the man was trying not to ask what is so funny. Why was that woman laughing?

"It's just…" she purred "I can recognize you anywhere. King Aamon." Y/N felt the power bubbling inside, the confidence. "Even if you bend a 180 degrees, cover your hands with steel or be silent for the whole night I can still recognize you." Quiet grunts came from all sides. The others were offered, especially Jungkook. No more touches followed. It was quiet for a few minutes. "Good night, Jimin" Y/N grinned triumphantly and closed her eyes under the blindfold.

The last demon that came to say bye peppered her face with feather-like kisses but never got to her lips. He was holding back and the young woman could feel it. The lack of contact made her needy and impatient. Her body moved on its own and lifted up in order to get closer but then it was over.

Who the hell was that? Since when were those filthy creatures holding back and being modest and considerate?

"Good night to you too. Whoever you are…" she huffed in displeasure.

With one pull the blindfold came undone and slipped down the girl's face. The five of them were standing tall in front of her, some smiling, some serious, but all of them waiting for the answer Y/N had to give.

"Let me just say that even though I haven't had much of a close contact with all of you I can read people well." That made Noir smirk. She was a smooth talker and a mediator, trying to play it safe. "I'm almost a hundred percent sure that my guesses are right even though I was confused at some point" her gaze fell on Jungkook's chiseled face. His lip rings were still in their respective places.

"So… the first one was King Corson. The next" she remembered the feverish feeling, the hotness consuming every cell of her body. "The King of the North . I wasn’t sure for a while to be honest.” She said the last part with a smile. “Also I was expecting to feel your piercing but I guess you took it off.” Mammon laughed.

“Smart cookies don’t get fooled by those on-the-nose things.”

Instead of staying seated, the girl got up and walked up to Mammon, maintaining equally self-assured eye contact. Reaching up she ran her thumb over Jungkook's lower lip, over the piercing. "You might have taken off those pretty rings but I know how you taste" the whisper got everyone in the room on edge. Jungkook gritted his teeth.

"You're such a tease, princess. Thread carefully and don't provoke me" the dangling earrings chimed when the demon bent down menacingly. Y/N just gave him a 24 carat smile and faced to the left.

“Moving on. Next was Alastor. Your tongue gave you away.”

"My tongue. You have such a knack for the details" Hoseok chuckled and his eyes began shining brighter.

"It's kind of hard not to notice it. Especially when it's like that of a snake and you don't keep it inside your mouth - licking your fork in such a filthy way, running it over your lips while looking at the harem girls…" Y/N could play the games too and probably as well as them. "Then came King Aamon. I guess I ruined your fun but I couldn't stop myself."

Jimin tilted his head to the side in a fake confusion and his full lips formed a pout. "Oooh… sweetness. You think you've ruined something? You have no idea what's coming."

Pretending not to notice his remark Y/N faced Taehyung.

"Anyways. The next one - the General. It was almost as easy as getting right the beloved King of the South. You were trying to stay away so I couldn't feel the plates, you didn't touch me also, which meant that you believe that I can recognize you easily by the shape of your hands…"

The man looked at each other displeased. Alastor clicked his tongue. "I was hoping to have some more fun tonight."

"Kookie is mean for setting this rule," Jimin went on. "She should stay with us some more. It's fun to play with this little one" his hooded eyes were roaming Y/N's figure. He separated from the group and took his glass from the table.

Taehyung in comparison to the rest seemed calm and collected, keeping quiet, but she could see the fiery color his irises had become. He almost regretted not tasting her rosy bruised lips but he was a gentleman well-thought… or at least in this case. He wanted to give her more than to take something for himself. So unlike him.

"Gaap?" Namjoon called.

"Yes?" Getting out of his daydream the demon faced his brothers.

"Should we move on to the usual?" The ruler of the West offered.

The General nodded. "Why not?"

…

The walk to her bedroom was long but Mammon kept on talking so Y/N kept her focus on the man next to her.

"You're something extraordinary" he stated at some point. The girl gave him a questioning look. "You manage to keep all eyes on you, everyone listens to what you say, all of your actions make the spectators intrigued - everyone will love your rule if you decide to sit on the throne next to me." Straight to the point. "Maybe your demon power will really be connected to the speech. This will be fascinating." Y/N rolled her eyes at the man.

"Quit it. I'm not going to be a demon - I'm human and also I don't want to be a queen or whatever" she waved a hand dismissively. Jungkook frowned upon hearing that. She was rejecting all of that so easily. "I want to go home…"

"Y/N you're bound to stay here. The potential you have, the opportunity to become a great and fierce ruler…Don’t waste it. You can’t." Mammon was getting all excited just thinking about it. He wanted to be the one that was going to sit next to the young woman when that happened.

"Jungkook," she sighed, "you're getting ahead of yourself. I'm not made for this world. I don't know my ways around here. Do you know how hard it is to constantly be kept under supervision, be accompanied by guards with no alone-time? I need space, I want to feel safe." The girl stopped in the middle of the hallway and looked the tall man straight in the eyes. "I need to feel safe." She repeated with sorrow.

"But you can stay, I can give you the world. Once you learn how move around safely and avoid danger-"

Y/N cut the man off mid-sentence. "No. I don't want to. I want to go back" this was the last straw for the King. To him it felt like arguing with a child. The woman was repeating one and the same thing, keeping at it. Affected by his annoyance the King couldn’t see that he was doing exactly the same. He was almost spitting fire when he began to speak.

“Foolish creature! You will come around sooner or later and when that happens…” he slashed the air with his hand “you will come to me! Remember my words!”

“We will see about that” Y/N seethed. With an angry strut she walked past the demon, her heels hitting the tiles forcefully.

…

Agares was finishing another bottle of liquor with his fellow demons.

“Have you seen Asmodeus?” One of the ministers, sitting on Jin’s left side, asked.

“Last I heard he was sent on a secret scouting mission in Lux Terra. They’ve been up to something recently.” The other - Taxx - explained. “There’s nothing bright and lucid about this rotten place.”

Jin nodded solemnly then decided to give his input. “The queen is training more and more spies. Women to be precise.” The two ministers hummed. They knew this was happening but didn’t know how fast or why. The people of Lux Terra never participated in the disputes between the countries or took part in the wars. Why now?

“Why though?” The bearded man on the left asked.

Agares placed a hand on his chin deep in thought. “I think she got some predictions about the future and is preparing for a huge hit. Do you know the spies are actually former prostitutes?”

The other two got wide-eyed. “Yes. Since they’re cunning, sly and able to get any information out of the clients without any trouble the queen decided to take them in and educate them, then train the spies in combat. Then send the women to other countries and gather intelligence.”

“Nasty witch” Taxx was rumbling.

“Yes” Jin agreed. “Imagine if we can’t trust any women to take into the harems. What the fuck?” The demon huffed but then smiled at them looking pleased. “That’s why I got a special lady to keep me company.”

No.

“Oh really?” The bearded one seemed interested. “Where did you get her from?”

“She comes from far away. Exotic place. This girl is something else.”

Hell no.

A picture of Y/N began surfacing in Agares’ mind. Memories of what happened between them drowned every other thought. Jin was losing grip of his composure. It was a matter of time before someone caught up…

He lifted up his gaze when a hand gripped his shoulder tightly with a crushing force.

“Excuse my intrusion ministers but I need Agares over there for a while” Yoongi was standing behind the jolly trio. The minty-haired demon dragged his master away.

They exited the ballroom and moved to one of the further hallways.

“Jin.” Yoongi hissed through his teeth. “You’re losing it. You’re putting us in danger. Your mind is littered with Y/N’s face. What if someone finds out about her?! We’re done for!” The situation was getting more and more out of hand.

“I wasn’t going to say or show anything! Also I’m not answering to you as far as I remember. It’s the other way around.” Agares countered. Both of them were trying to keep their heads clean while having this ridiculous argument.

“Yeah, sure. I saw your thoughts. I heard them.”

“So what? I can’t make others go crazy with jealousy and greed?”

“No! Not here with so many people around.” Baal ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “The four of them are keeping close tabs on us. One slip and she will be taken away. Used. Do you want to be devoid of the leverage we have?”

The tall demon rolled his eyes.

“No one can know about this girl.”

“Know what?” A mocking voice came from the shadows down the hall.

Chapter 5.1 / Chapter 7

Masterlist

[feralgalaxy]

Screaming, Crying, Infodumping

Everyone in the rpc has different interpretations of the four Knights (Meta, Dark Meta, Galacta, Morpho) And I really have way too much time and not enough things to do with it so I wanna drop off the versions of these guys besides Galacta my brainspace has created.

This isn't meant to invalidate anyone else's characters, headcanons, or threads. It is just a neat little thing I thought of.

Anyways, here are some lads. Long, because I can't shut up:

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Meta Knight: He/Him male Puffball with a dark blue body, purple feet, silver-gray irises with poor eyesight, and webbed wings modeled after a vampire bat. Almost always seen wearing a silver mask with a V-shaped visor, half because it helps him see properly and half because he needs it for the intimidation factor.

Created by Nightmare himself with the intention of being a bootleg of the Strongest Warrior in the Galaxy (who had been sealed for some years at this point) The Wizard found that the actual infant Puffball was too much to handle and so dumped him in an uninhabited planet hoping he would perish there. Unfortunately for Nightmare, a nomadic, planet-hopping tribe happened to be around and rescued the child. They nicknamed him "Meta" (Meaning Lucky, or referring to the color Silver in their language) and trained him to be a swordsman of honor. Meta would soon leave the tribe to join the GSA and fight Nightmare, invaded Popstar with the Battleship Halberd after their collapse, and the rest is history.

Meta Knight is quiet and seemingly reserved, a stark contrast to the boisterous personalities of Kirby and Dedede. Many years of travel, study, and interacting with a wide array of different people and cultures have developed a Puffball with a surprising range of knowledge from scholarly intuition and language to more practical trades involving mechanics and medicine. He's pretty handy to have around! Despite him wanting you to believe otherwise, though, Meta Knight isn't perfect. He has a tendency to be prideful and vain, and absolutely sucks at communicating basic needs and dire emergencies.

Interesting Thing: Meta is merely a nickname. He went unnamed by Nightmare and by the tribe and is effectively nameless. He would only accept a proper name from someone he cares for deeply.

Dark Meta Knight: He/Him male Puffball with a grayish-black body, red feet, silvery-white irises with failing vision, and tattered webbed wings modeled after a spectral bat. Has a distinct scar over right eye. He is the Mirror World Reflection of Meta Knight.

Mere moments after his birth, the Mirror Reflection of Meta Knight was turned over to the side of Dark Mind and forever warped into a dark version of Popstar's honorable swordsman. While he was effectively under Dark Mind's influence with the rest of the Mirror World, his actions during Amazing Mirror were all of his own volition and free will. Dark Meta Knight was more than happy to attack the real Meta Knight and imitate his likeness as well as go after his protegee in the name of his master, and would ultimately die for Dark Mind.

However, many years after the events of Amazing Mirror, an unknown force revives Dark Meta Knight and allows him to call the Mirror World his home so long as he keeps it safe from threats such as Dark Mind. Dark Meta Knight is seemingly forgiven and given his second chance. And after a brief skirmish searching for Jamba Hearts outside of the Mirror (and with Kirby no less) Dark Meta Knight takes up a position keeping guard over the Dimensional Mirror that looms over Dreamland, barring anyone he deems unworthy entry to the Mirror World.

Though he has been revived and absolved of his treachery, Dark Meta Knight isn't a completely good person after. He is blunt, has minimal patience and can be considerably rude when he wants to be. Those who live outside of the Mirror World Dark Meta Knight can barely tolerate, however Mirror Worlders get more sympathy and patience from the Dark Knight. Shadow Kirby is the only person thus far to see a rare caring and loving side to Dark Meta Knight, who has taken the young puff as his apprentice and adoptive son.

Interesting Thing: Though he is now free from the influence of Dark Mind, Dark Meta Knight still feels a hint of loyalty towards the tyrant. With the new life he has for himself, however, Dark Meta may not be so quick to rejoin his former master if he too is revived. Similar to Meta Knight, Dark Meta Knight also doesn't have a proper name. He is also plagued by Meta Knight's memories and his status as a mere copy can weigh on his mind sometimes.

Morpho Knight: She/They genderless ???Puffball??? with a vanta black body, yellow-orange feet, white eyes, and wings modeled after a ???Butterfly of Paradise??? ???Sunset Morpho???

A being of judgement, said to be the force that will one day destroy the universe when life becomes extinct, ushering in a new day using the ashes of the old universe. That ultimate purpose is long into the future yet. And in the present Morpho Knight concerns themself with the matter of judgement and guiding departed souls into their afterlife.

They are particularly attracted to the souls of beings who are well-battled, have lived long past their expected expiration date, and have been pushed to the brink of despair. When an ancient warrior tortured with the pains of a life lived too long finds an ember-like butterfly perched on their person, they know that rest is finally upon them.

Morpho Knight will take control of the body, reforming it into their visage and give the aged warrior one final glorious hurrah in battle before they are taken to Hades and given peace. While being overtaken by Morpho may seem like the end, the "Final Battle" is a delicate process that can be disrupted should Morpho Knight be defeated, giving the warrior a chance to escape and reform. Morpho Knight can take hold of any body in theory, but cannot take anyone who isn't done living to Hades.

Outwardly, Morpho Knight is stone stoic and beyond emotions. Seems reasonable, given the task assigned to them by the universe. They do not have a physical mouth to speak from, and instead will rarely use telepathy to communicate intentions and guidance, but never opinions or desires of their own. Though Morpho Knight seems emotionless and almighty, there is an undeniable warmth to their mission and gentle tone of voice when they do speak.

Ultimate destroyer of the universe they may be. However, cruelty is not a trait you can find in Morpho Knight.

Interesting Fact: Galacta Knight, do you hear me? Aeon Hero, can you see me? Temporal Warrior, you can feel me. Cygni, Son of Ankaa and Phakt, Brother of Corvi. Husband of Alnair, Father of Deneb, Grandfather of ??? ??? ???, you know who I am. Weary Warrior, who has felt great despair in this life, and lives yet. Call my name when you are ready to come home, and I shall come and lead you into life everlasting, and be one with the stars.

[whatyougetisme]

Those Evil Ways

Chapter 6

Title: Those Evil Ways

Pairing: OT7 x Y/N (female reader)

Genre: supernatural au, medical, fluff, angst, smut, war

Word count: 4 050 ~

Characters: (Demons!BTS) Namjoon/Corson, Jin/Agares, Yoongi/Baal, Hoseok/Alastor, Jimin/Aamon, Jungkook/Mammon, Taehyung/Gaap, human reader (with special abilities later in the story)

Warnings: inappropriate touches, mentions of war tactics, cursing, making out (lots of), marking (biting, hickeys), licking, alcohol consumption (nothing serious), sensory play - blindfolding, angst, mentions of possessive JK -- if I have missed something please send a pigeon 😅❤️

Summary: Y/N is a third year medical student going through life like others do. On one unfortunate night she gets in unexpected contact with otherworldly beings who drag her into their world of violence, war and fight for power.

Author's notes: AN IMPORT NOTE: TAGLIST OPENED (hit me up if you wanna be tagged). To all of you who read this - thank you ❤️ I know it’s been a while but it’s been hectic at the university and now my exam session is coming… It’s a bit short but for obvious reasons. Enjoy 😊

“Do you think they will be back soon?" Hoseok turned to Namjoon. He had this nasty feeling bubbling in the pit of his stomach.

"Yeah. Kook is not an idiot."

Seconds later Y/N appeared walking closely to Mammon. Hours had passed since the beginning of the feast and the demons were getting pretty rowdy. The young woman looked around the hall - the guests were laughing, shouting and drinking. Some of them were playing card games on one of the tables and others were dancing. No one had noticed their absence and she was relieved.

"Wanna move it to the backroom?" Corson asked while making the whiskey in his glass swirl around.

"Sure. We always do" Hoseok laughed and smoothed his clothes. "Shall we?"

"Where are we going?" Jimin's soft voice came from behind.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and then her cheeks and ears flushed red. The encounter from earlier and his words made her self-conscious. The silver-haired man didn't seem one bit bothered though. His easy-going behavior was back and he appeared relaxed.

"We're going to the backroom. Wanna call the General?" Jungkook glanced at the table he was sitting at. Gaap was talking to two other men and smiling.

"Sure. You go first, we will join you in a while."

With that everyone stood up. Y/N was in the dark completely - should she go with them or stay here, maybe she could find Jin and Yoongi.

Then Hoseok's voice tore her out of those thoughts. "Come on pretty girl, we're leaving." She jumped to her feet and hurried after the three demons. It was easy when others were making the decisions. In the hospital it was not exactly like that - she was supposed to be the leading force and instruct the nurses and the assistants how to proceed with an intervention. This newly created situation was an alternative that was half-good, half-bad.

They passed through a silvery gray metal door with four locks on it. The mechanism appeared to be complicated and hard to crack. Namjoon smiled cockily while looking at Y/N's curious eyes. "Yes. It's close to impossible to open this baby here." He answered her unspoken question. "Of course if there is a lock it's bound to be unlocked one way or another but let's say that no one can force their way in." Another riddle.

The interior of the backroom resembled the rest of the palace - dark walls, wooden furniture, soft black carpet. The student was the last to enter. For some reason the four half-naked women (to be precise four succubuses) standing straight in the far end didn't faze her at all. The girl laughed to herself, she was beginning to get fucked up in the brain just as the rest. What a joke…

"What is it, pretty girl? Do you find our ways of having a good time funny?" The way Alastor said that sounded menacing though irony was added intentionally to the question.

Y/N raised her hands in defense. "I-I… no. I was just thinking of my own things" the explanation was weak but still true.

"Care to share with the group?" The King teased. Jungkook and Namjoon turned around to see what was happening but then Jimin entered with Taehyung by his side. Saved.

"I hope we're not late" The General greeted the Kings with a small bow.

Jungkook clicked his tongue and tilted his head to the side. "Here there's no need for that. Or it's been too much time since our last gathering that you've forgotten?"

"Truly it's been too long," Jimin agreed while sizing Y/N up and down. The action was discreet by itself but he hoped to be seen by her. Unfortunately for the King of the South the girl's attention was occupied by Gaap.

Questionable. Very…

"Shall we sit?" Mammon urged them while taking Y/N by the hand and almost dragging her over to the settees.

With the passing of time Y/N was getting more and more sleepy. At first the conversation was interesting to her and she was paying attention. They were talking politics and governmental intrigues, then war tactics, then… Taehyung was on a winning streak advising the four men and joking around when appropriate.

Jimin was mostly quiet since his expertise was "internal affairs". He was also more interested in the spying and covert operations than the head-on action.

"Princess?" Corson's deep voice reached the young woman's dazed mind. "Bored?" She looked up through hooded eyes shaking her head absentmindedly. That made the demon smile. "Kook…" he whispered and directed the other’s attention to Y/N.

Mammon had completely forgotten about his companion leaning on his shoulder. The room got quiet and five pairs of eyes landed on the half-asleep woman. Jungkook's tattooed hand reached up and caressed Y/N's left cheek. She leaned into the touch. The demons almost cooed at the sight. Their desire to be in the place of the King of the North became close to unbearable.

“Hey! Cut the shit.” Namjoon warned them even though he was guilty too.

"Want me to take you to sleep?" Mammon whispered in her ear not paying attention to the rest. Y/N moaned softly in agreement.

"Please… I'm so tired."

Alastor chuckled. So soft and warm… also pitiful. He was happy to be born a demon. Humans were so weak. This thought swam in the demon’s heads far too often.

"Okay but on one condition." Her mind began coming back to life. What?

"Condition… What condition? Why should I do anything to deserve to go to sleep?" Her mumbling made the rest of the men laugh quietly. "I'm… I'm not a demon. I can't. It's been…"

"Only seven hours Y/N" Jungkook made the calculations instead of her. "We go on for days."

"I can't," the girl whined and grabbed his cloak. Cute.

"Here's the condition. Ready to listen, princess?"

"Just tell me."

The mischievous look that Jungkook gave to the rest got the fire burning inside of the demons. Their minds spun into different directions - was he going to let them touch her, play for a while, tell someone to go put her to bed, join her there? Many options but no one got it right…

“Here’s the deal - I will put a blindfold on your eyes.” She opened her mouth to protest but Mammon shushed her with a click of his tongue. “Then each one of us will come and give you a good night kiss and if you manage to guess who gave you the kiss correctly then I will escort you to the bedroom.” The man lifted his pierced brow and smiled dangerously.

“What happens if I don’t?” This was the biggest problem for her now. What then?

“Then you will have to entertain us for the rest of the night. The gentlemen here will give you orders and request something from you and as the good princess you are - you will do it.” The excited gasp that followed came from Hoseok’s mouth but Jungkook glared at him. “Of course the wishes are going to have some limitations and restrictions.”

“What the hell?” Y/N exclaimed in displeasure.

“That’s the deal” the King finished and waved at one of the servants. She brought him a black silky blindfold. He took it and waited for the young woman to come to a decision. With a defeated sigh Y/N raised her hands in the air.

“Whatever. Just do it fast so it can be over sooner.”

Jungkook smiled and tied the piece of cloth securely on the back of her head.

“You’re so pretty Y/N” Noir purred from the far end of the room.

She lost sense of direction and space.

“Princess, you ready?” Jimin’s soft voice came from the back. The girl whipped her head in that direction. Then the other when the sound of footsteps on the carpet distracted her.

“Let’s get this over with” Y/N gritted her teeth and straightened on the sofa, completely awake now.

There was a bit of rustling and she sensed a presence. One of them was leaning over her. The girl turned her head a bit to the side expecting a kiss on the cheek but… a disappointed grunt echoed through the room but it came from further away. The man standing in front of the student grabbed her by the jaw and turned her head towards him. It was a disapproving gesture.

The fingers were long and the hand was strong. Definitely not Jimin. Not Taehyung either - his slim fingers had a different feeling about them. She remembered this from when they were sparring.

The next thing she knew - the man’s lips crashed into hers with an unimaginable force. It was a demanding kiss, he was expecting to be honored and be given what was his. No piercings on the lip. Not Jungkook. It didn’t last long and once whoever was in front of the woman was satisfied he broke it off with a deep sigh.

When the man separated from her she felt flustered to the marrow of her bones.

“Good girls say good night to the people” Mammon’s voice was heard from behind.

“Good night” Y/N whimpered. Who was this?

Before even having the chance to think about it the cushions next to the girl sunk. Trying to see through the blindfold she immediately faced him. No luck with that… The demon ran the tips of his fingers over Y/N’s mouth and then began licking up her neck. In the process the man devouring her was inhaling deeply, engraving the young woman's smell in his mind.

That was… not-

"M-my King" she whispered breathlessly "this is not… not fair. I can't…"

He continued, absolutely unbothered by the comment. The sensitive skin on her shoulder and neck was feeling prickly and on fire. When the demon was satisfied he kissed Y/N on the cheek then bit her lip unexpectedly and strongly. She moaned into his mouth not sure if she wanted more or not.

She felt like a prey surrounded by blood-thirsty predators. Dreaded feeling. As soon as he initiated the contact it disappeared just as fast. The young woman's mind was working overtime and close to short-circuiting.

"Good night."

Three more to go…

"Jin." Yoongi approached the tall demon. He appeared to be having the time of his life, laughing, shouting and downing glass after glass with some other demons while leaning on the chest of a blonde woman.

Agares lazily lifted his head up to look at his subordinate. "Yes? Is something the matter?"

Baal was seeing something different in Jin now. The lack of contact with Y/N was making the demon behave as his former self. The question was why Yoongi was not turning back to his old ways. Maybe the deeper the connection the more long-lasting the aftereffect? He was not sure.

The mint-haired demon motioned for the sitting one to come over and talk privately. The latter one seemed annoyed but complied either way. The kiss he shared with the woman on his lap made Yoongi's stomach turn. Not good.

"Y/N is gone" he whispered once they got away from the commotion.

"So?" Agares shrugged. "She's probably with those Kings-wanna-be-s. Leave her be. Have some fun" he patted the shorter demon's shoulder in a belittling manner. Yoongi swatted it away.

"What the hell Jin?" Quiet growl escaped Baal’s pretty lips and his eyes narrowed.

“Do you think we can do something?!” The Master whispered back angrily, the attitude changing in a split second.

“It’s not like you’re trying.” This bitter accusation made Jin bark a laughter.

“You told me to keep my mind off of her. I’m just doing me so no one gets suspicious. You should do the same.” Agares turned and walked back to his table.

Yoongi didn’t waste any time and putting on his best blank expression mixed with the crowd.

…

Y/N was all shivery on the couch in the back room. The man that got to her next ravaged her, bruised the girl’s lips and made them swollen and pink, completely smearing the rest of the lipstick. Then he made sure that purple hickeys would bloom on her chest and shoulders. She wondered if Mammon was okay with her being marked by someone else like that. Up until now he appeared to be the jealous and possessive type along with being caring and considerate in his own way.

At that exact moment another pair of hands grabbed Y/N for the shoulders and a low growl followed suit. That was a sign for the demon not to go overboard.

She felt his slim figure pressing one final time into hers and with a final lick on Y/N’s neck the demon left. But she felt it. The thing that got him away… or at least the girl believed so.

The room was so quiet and even the footsteps on the carpeted floor were barely audible.

The next person came from behind and pulled her towards the headrest. The unexpected move made Y/N flinch. Choir of low laughter filled the room. She was so enticing…

A hand in her hair made the young woman's head tilt back. Gasping Y/N didn't expect to get into contact with another pair of lips in a searing spider-man-like kiss. Fluffy, pillow-like soft lips. Easy. Didn't expect him to go for that though. She smiled while their tongues were dancing. At that moment he stopped. It was a questioning action, the man was trying not to ask what is so funny. Why was that woman laughing?

"It's just…" she purred "I can recognize you anywhere. King Aamon." Y/N felt the power bubbling inside, the confidence. "Even if you bend a 180 degrees, cover your hands with steel or be silent for the whole night I can still recognize you." Quiet grunts came from all sides. The others were offered, especially Jungkook. No more touches followed. It was quiet for a few minutes. "Good night, Jimin" Y/N grinned triumphantly and closed her eyes under the blindfold.

The last demon that came to say bye peppered her face with feather-like kisses but never got to her lips. He was holding back and the young woman could feel it. The lack of contact made her needy and impatient. Her body moved on its own and lifted up in order to get closer but then it was over.

Who the hell was that? Since when were those filthy creatures holding back and being modest and considerate?

"Good night to you too. Whoever you are…" she huffed in displeasure.

With one pull the blindfold came undone and slipped down the girl's face. The five of them were standing tall in front of her, some smiling, some serious, but all of them waiting for the answer Y/N had to give.

"Let me just say that even though I haven't had much of a close contact with all of you I can read people well." That made Noir smirk. She was a smooth talker and a mediator, trying to play it safe. "I'm almost a hundred percent sure that my guesses are right even though I was confused at some point" her gaze fell on Jungkook's chiseled face. His lip rings were still in their respective places.

"So… the first one was King Corson. The next" she remembered the feverish feeling, the hotness consuming every cell of her body. "The King of the North . I wasn’t sure for a while to be honest.” She said the last part with a smile. “Also I was expecting to feel your piercing but I guess you took it off.” Mammon laughed.

“Smart cookies don’t get fooled by those on-the-nose things.”

Instead of staying seated, the girl got up and walked up to Mammon, maintaining equally self-assured eye contact. Reaching up she ran her thumb over Jungkook's lower lip, over the piercing. "You might have taken off those pretty rings but I know how you taste" the whisper got everyone in the room on edge. Jungkook gritted his teeth.

"You're such a tease, princess. Thread carefully and don't provoke me" the dangling earrings chimed when the demon bent down menacingly. Y/N just gave him a 24 carat smile and faced to the left.

“Moving on. Next was Alastor. Your tongue gave you away.”

"My tongue. You have such a knack for the details" Hoseok chuckled and his eyes began shining brighter.

"It's kind of hard not to notice it. Especially when it's like that of a snake and you don't keep it inside your mouth - licking your fork in such a filthy way, running it over your lips while looking at the harem girls…" Y/N could play the games too and probably as well as them. "Then came King Aamon. I guess I ruined your fun but I couldn't stop myself."

Jimin tilted his head to the side in a fake confusion and his full lips formed a pout. "Oooh… sweetness. You think you've ruined something? You have no idea what's coming."

Pretending not to notice his remark Y/N faced Taehyung.

"Anyways. The next one - the General. It was almost as easy as getting right the beloved King of the South. You were trying to stay away so I couldn't feel the plates, you didn't touch me also, which meant that you believe that I can recognize you easily by the shape of your hands…"

The man looked at each other displeased. Alastor clicked his tongue. "I was hoping to have some more fun tonight."

"Kookie is mean for setting this rule," Jimin went on. "She should stay with us some more. It's fun to play with this little one" his hooded eyes were roaming Y/N's figure. He separated from the group and took his glass from the table.

Taehyung in comparison to the rest seemed calm and collected, keeping quiet, but she could see the fiery color his irises had become. He almost regretted not tasting her rosy bruised lips but he was a gentleman well-thought… or at least in this case. He wanted to give her more than to take something for himself. So unlike him.

"Gaap?" Namjoon called.

"Yes?" Getting out of his daydream the demon faced his brothers.

"Should we move on to the usual?" The ruler of the West offered.

The General nodded. "Why not?"

…

The walk to her bedroom was long but Mammon kept on talking so Y/N kept her focus on the man next to her.

"You're something extraordinary" he stated at some point. The girl gave him a questioning look. "You manage to keep all eyes on you, everyone listens to what you say, all of your actions make the spectators intrigued - everyone will love your rule if you decide to sit on the throne next to me." Straight to the point. "Maybe your demon power will really be connected to the speech. This will be fascinating." Y/N rolled her eyes at the man.

"Quit it. I'm not going to be a demon - I'm human and also I don't want to be a queen or whatever" she waved a hand dismissively. Jungkook frowned upon hearing that. She was rejecting all of that so easily. "I want to go home…"

"Y/N you're bound to stay here. The potential you have, the opportunity to become a great and fierce ruler…Don’t waste it. You can’t." Mammon was getting all excited just thinking about it. He wanted to be the one that was going to sit next to the young woman when that happened.

"Jungkook," she sighed, "you're getting ahead of yourself. I'm not made for this world. I don't know my ways around here. Do you know how hard it is to constantly be kept under supervision, be accompanied by guards with no alone-time? I need space, I want to feel safe." The girl stopped in the middle of the hallway and looked the tall man straight in the eyes. "I need to feel safe." She repeated with sorrow.

"But you can stay, I can give you the world. Once you learn how move around safely and avoid danger-"

Y/N cut the man off mid-sentence. "No. I don't want to. I want to go back" this was the last straw for the King. To him it felt like arguing with a child. The woman was repeating one and the same thing, keeping at it. Affected by his annoyance the King couldn’t see that he was doing exactly the same. He was almost spitting fire when he began to speak.

“Foolish creature! You will come around sooner or later and when that happens…” he slashed the air with his hand “you will come to me! Remember my words!”

“We will see about that” Y/N seethed. With an angry strut she walked past the demon, her heels hitting the tiles forcefully.

…

Agares was finishing another bottle of liquor with his fellow demons.

“Have you seen Asmodeus?” One of the ministers, sitting on Jin’s left side, asked.

“Last I heard he was sent on a secret scouting mission in Lux Terra. They’ve been up to something recently.” The other - Taxx - explained. “There’s nothing bright and lucid about this rotten place.”

Jin nodded solemnly then decided to give his input. “The queen is training more and more spies. Women to be precise.” The two ministers hummed. They knew this was happening but didn’t know how fast or why. The people of Lux Terra never participated in the disputes between the countries or took part in the wars. Why now?

“Why though?” The bearded man on the left asked.

Agares placed a hand on his chin deep in thought. “I think she got some predictions about the future and is preparing for a huge hit. Do you know the spies are actually former prostitutes?”

The other two got wide-eyed. “Yes. Since they’re cunning, sly and able to get any information out of the clients without any trouble the queen decided to take them in and educate them, then train them. Then send the women to other countries and gather intelligence.”

“Nasty witch” Taxx was rumbling.

“Yes” Jin agreed. “Imagine if we can’t trust any woman to take into the harems. What the fuck?” The demon huffed but then smiled at them looking pleased. “That’s why I got a special lady to keep me company.”

No.

“Oh really?” The bearded one seemed interested. “Where did you get her from?”

“She comes from far away. Exotic place. This girl is something else.”

Hell no.

A picture of Y/N began surfacing in Agares’ mind. Memories of what happened between them drowned every other thought. Jin was losing grip of his composure. It was a matter of time before someone caught up…

He lifted up his gaze when a hand gripped his shoulder tightly with a crushing force.

“Excuse my intrusion ministers but I need Agares over there for a while” Yoongi was standing behind the jolly trio. The minty-haired demon dragged his master away.

They exited the ballroom and moved to one of the further hallways.

“Jin.” Yoongi hissed through his teeth. “You’re losing it. You’re putting us in danger. Your mind is littered with Y/N’s face. What if someone finds out about her?! We’re done for!” The situation was getting more and more out of hand.

“I wasn’t going to say or show anything! Also I’m not answering to you as far as I remember. It’s the other way around.” Agares countered. Both of them were trying to keep their heads clean while having this ridiculous argument.

“Yeah, sure. I saw your thoughts. I heard them.”

“So what? I can’t make others go crazy with jealousy and greed?”

“No! Not here with so many people around.” Baal ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “The four of them are keeping close tabs on us. One slip and she will be taken away. Used. Do you want to be devoid of the leverage we have?”

The tall demon rolled his eyes.

“No one can know about this girl.”

“Know what?” A mocking voice came from the shadows down the hall.

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