#solo leveling is peak

[chahaezii]

I have arrived with a very VERY wholesome ish request

so like...

Imagine, you're the secretary of ahjin guild and one day igris or beru brought a now baby jinwoo, like jinwoo was doing his average exp farming in dungeons and something goes wrong and since jinwoo can't talk properly in his baby form he had igris or beru take him to his office where he knows his secretary has very maternal skills or is a baby lover or smth like that like 🤷‍♀️

Bonus points if the reader is simple mindedly naive like jinho or esil since jinwoo gets along well with the innocents 🐬🐬🐬🐬

Beru: "miss... My Lord has a problem..."

Name: *looks at beru and looks down seeing a baby jinwoo in beru's hands*

Jinwoo: "..." *Death stare*

Name: "guild master...?"

Jinwoo: *blinks*

*name starts poking her guild master*

Reader can be a hunter healer type lowk

FINALLY A REAL HUMAN WITH A REAL REQUEST 😭🙏 I THANK YOU FOR THE IDEA ANON 🙏🙏🙏

Anyways, I'll see what I can do here :)

“Mind explaining how this happened?” You couldn't believe your eyes. The guild master is now a baby? You believed this was some sort of sick prank. How could the guild master come back as a baby? You stopped poking as Jinwoo reached for your finger with his little baby hands.

“I'm afraid I too am lost, Miss. I came back to my liege being turned into.. this.” Beru can't seem to understand how this happened either. Both of you are now lost, but, you had your experience with babies considering you used to babysit before getting a job in the Ahjin Guild. “Well, give him to me. I'll try figuring something out.” You're not sure what to do next but your first instincts are to take care of him.

Jinwoo stared you down as you picked him up from Beru's hands. You couldn't exactly tell what he wanted but you could tell from his cute expression that he wants to say something. Though, all that came out was adorable little coos. You couldn't help but chuckle at him. You're used to seeing him being cold and nonchalant, so, seeing him as a baby and acting all adorable is a new sight.

“Guild master, do you understand me?” You thought it was quite stupid to ask a question, after all, he's a baby. What if you just seemed like an idiot for trying to talk to a baby? Beru was there, standing and observing you. He didn't know what to do either.

Thankfully, Jinwoo nodded as more coos came out from him. “So you can't speak but you understand me. Do you reckon you could maybe communicate in other ways? Maybe write?” You didn't give him time to nod or anything, you placed him down gently on the couch and grabbed a paper and pen to give to Jinwoo. You placed them down in front of him, hoping he'd pick it up and write something. Anything at all.

Jinwoo picked the pen up and wrote something, the handwriting is really bad but readable. "I have no idea what happened." Is what he wrote. You couldn't help but to scratch your head. You're even more confused now, how come he could understand and write as a baby? What did this to him?

“My liege, I've taken a search on the internet. It says here you've been cursed.” Beru's statement made you a little surprised. How come the Sung Jinwoo got cursed with such a silly curse? Seriously? Being turned into a baby?

"Well, how long does this curse last?" You read aloud as he writes his sentence down. Good question, though, you don't mind taking care of baby Jinwoo. Sometimes you felt as if you wanted to go back to babysitting, but of course you didn't. The job of being a secretary in Ahjin Guild pays more than enough for you. So, taking care of little baby Jinwoo is the equivalent to healing your maternal instincts.

“This sort of curse could potentially last up to a week or less.” Beru seemed a little nervous. I mean, who wouldn't? Imagine your master turned into a baby. You'd probably be lost and nervous like Beru. “So, we got to take care of the baby guild master for up to a week or maybe less?” You asked Beru with a hint of excitement in your tone, but you hid that excitement before Beru or Jinwoo caught it. “Yes, Miss, if it isn't much of a trouble. My liege can't summon anyone else to help at the moment, so only you can help us here.” He explained to you, well it makes sense. How is he going to summon anything without the ability to speak?

“Of course, I'm more than happy to help.” You couldn't help but smile. You missed taking care of babies, and now you're not taking care of just any baby, it's your own guild master. Which makes it more important for you to thoroughly take care of him. He's the reason why you got a stable career, this could be you repaying his favours in some way, right?

Jinwoo has been quiet for the whole time, he didn't write nor do anything. He was silently staring at both you and Beru. You noticed it and asked him a question, “Guild master, are you okay? Are you upset?” You worry, if guild master is upset then you must do something to cheer him up. He looked away from you, it's clear he is upset. “Guild master, don't be like that.. a week isn't that long!” You try to confront him, of course it didn't work. So, you resort to another plan. “How about we go get ice cream? then to the park? I'm sure you'll love it!” Jinwoo didn't budge, but, you picked him up anyways. “Let's go now, don't be so sad guild master, Beru will be with us too! Isn't that fun?” You seemed to be forgetting the fact that he's a very powerful hunter if he's not in such an adorable form. You baby talk with him, treating him just like how you would with a real baby.

You walked your way to the ice cream vendor outside of the building, buying a small cup of vanilla ice cream. “I got your ice cream guild master! Say ahh” Jinwoo didn't open his mouth at first, but you begged him nicely, “Please guild master? Give it a try! I promise you it's really yummy” Jinwoo felt annoyed but he gave in. He opened his mouth and ate the ice cream you spoon fed him. It's really good, but Jinwoo didn't want to show any reactions to you. “Awh you did it! Good job guild master. Now, let's head to the park shall we?” You chuckled as you continued your walk to the park. Beru didn't utter a single word for the whole time he was there, though he did giggle quietly here and there. Guess he found it rather adorable too that his master is now a baby. Beru didn't want to catch attention from other people, so he decided to use a much smaller form.

You arrived at the park and sat down on one of the benches there. “Isn't the weather nice out here?” You pinched his nose, playing with him. You know Jinwoo is definitely annoyed but what can you do? Awkwardly sit there in utter silence? Definitely a big no. You pointed out how some clouds looked like a certain shape and even played peek-a-boo with him. He didn't give much reaction but it was fine by you.

Moments passed and Jinwoo looked sleepy, he cooed at you, you understood immediately. “Someone is a little tired huh?” You got up from the bench to head back to the Ahjin Guild's building. As you arrived, you immediately went to Jinwoo's office and prepared a place for Jinwoo to comfortably sleep in. You would bring him home, but it feels a little off doing so. “Hope this is comfortable for you, guild master.” You placed him down on the couch with some extra pillows and a piece of clothing to replace a blanket. I mean, it's an office, there won't be just baby products or such lying around, you had to improvise.

“Miss, please do stay the night with us. I, Beru, need good assistance to take care of my liege.” Beru seemed genuine, so you nodded in agreement. You took another pillow from another couch to sleep on the floor next to Jinwoo. Making sure he is safe and comfortable. “Goodnight, guild master. Don't let the monsters get you!” You chuckled as you teased Jinwoo with childish jokes. Jinwoo didn't care anymore, he was exhausted, he couldn't do anything in this baby form. No summons, no ability usages, no nothing. He must be dependant on you and Beru for the next week or hopefully less.

I hope I used the correct wording on some of those sentences 😭 I never really thought of writing scenarios with babies before so this is my first attempt 🥀..

I don't think I'll make a part 2 for this but it was fun writing this! Thank you for the amazing request Anon <3 Do request more, I appreciate them alot ^.^

PS. Sorry if this looked rushed in any way, I'm sleepy currently but I know if I do it "later", I might procrastinate LOL

[heyimkana]

Recent pics of Aleks Le and Taito Ban, the voice actors of Sung Jinwoo

[eternadreeblissa]

I think I have a new fav design detail on Ava's face: the cupid's bow on her lips 🥹 her lips would look fuller, it makes me think of a heart, and she looks so much more beautiful like this 😔🙏

Hi yall, long time no see 🥹 Schools kickin my arse but that doesnt mean Ive stopped drawing! Recently, Solo-Leveling caught my attention and it's been downhill ever since O(-( and in the process, I dug around for Jinwoo x Reader and voila I found a goldmine of a treasure story called Trial Player! Reader x Sung Jinwoo, which is surprisingly, very Ava coded. LIKE. I'M TELLING YOU: THIS READER IS SO SO CLOSE AND SIMILAR TO HOW I ENVISIONED AVA I HAD TO DRAW READER AND HER SIDE BY SIDE. LIKE THEYRE SO SO SIMILAR DOWN TO THE MANNERS AND BEHAVIORS, TASTE OR TYPES OF DRESSES THEYD WEAR, TO EVEN THE WHOLE DOMAIN TEMPLE BIT (which honestly I took inspo from). The similarities and parallels were just

If yall love Sung Jinwoo or Solo-Leveling in general or maybe you actually love Ava as well I would SINCERELY recommend a read on it. Its just top notch, chefs kiss, has me kicking my feet twirlin my hair all giddy cutesy. (Please be warned tho it has future yandere and potenticially explicit scenes, some gore and all that jazz.)

Anyway author @mydearestbeloved and I immediately became swift friends over similar tastes :DDD I do apologize tho if Ava's hair takes up a bit more than half of the canvas?? I honestly did not mean it to go that wild but it was just so GORGEOUS im sorry im in love w my OC 🥹🙏bUT HEREEEE TAKE MY INTERPRETATION OF TP READER BASED ON UR POSTS AND LIL TIDBITS OF DESIGN CHOICES!! Pls note tho Reader can be however u want her to look, this is just how Ive always imagined her to look like.

[manawari]

Every time I remember this scene, I imagine Byung-gyu and Eun-seok cracking jokes while Yoon-ho is like "😑".

Basically, these three are the laughing wolf meme!

[shamefulzombie]

sorry 🤠

[fionnalovesanimeboys]

The aura of these two is damn crazy I can feel it through the screen oh man the aura 😩😫

[konohaho]

Credit: @animefightamvs on TikTok

[hanakihan]

you know I still think about that throne room where AB was murdered

what if it was AB’s personal pocket space akin to dungeon

after AB’s death and reincarnation, jinchul rightfully has full reign over it

it becomes his personal resting space where he can go full out especially when too much mana needs a way out

also plz jinchul accidentally dragging jinwoo with him here and being extremely embarrassed when jinwoo just stares at his giant form looming over him

like yea jinchul can shrink back to his normal height but entering throne room does trigger return to AB’s ‘natural’ height

if anything jinwoo is really excited because where else you can have a literal beautiful divine being loom over you with red face or chill on a palm of said being

jinchul just becoming even more embarrassed by jinwoo’s enthusiasm

[ivyleaguewolves]

Needed something watch so decided to watch the Jeju island arc for solo leveling season 2 (I’m much further in the web comic/manhwa) and was thinking man this is alright so far but this seemed much better in the comic, but then the Jinwoo vs Beru fight happened, “ah okay here it is, all of the budget and style” lol

[chahaezii]

WARNING; NSFW CONTENT AHEAD.

A peek at my current fanfic I'm working on, Full version will be linked at the end :)

PS. This peek is from chapter 3, I'm still working to finish it so please be patient..

" Augh.. is it just.. me.. orrrr you're very veryyyy handsome, Jinwooo~? " You're pretty much lost at this point, you're saying things you don't even realize you're saying out loud.

Jinwoo was taken a little aback by your sudden compliment towards him. He chuckled it off before saying anything more.

" Is that so? You're so drunk, F/N. I think I should get you home. " Jinwoo says as he scoops you up to carry you in his arms. Jinwoo didn't care much about Jinhoo's condition since he have a shadow soldier that's going to take care of Jinhoo for him. You started being giggly out of nowhere as he walks his way to your apartment.

Upon arriving home, he unlocked your doors with ease as he used ruler's hand to grab your keys and open the doors. He went to your bedroom and put you down there. He was about to leave you be until you pulled onto his coat.

" Mmh... don't.. don't leave me.. please.. " You begged, desperation and neediness could be heard in your voice. Your face is pleading for him.

Jinwoo was a little surprised at first. But he wasn't complaining. For some reason, he liked seeing you this way, being needy and desperate.

" Fine, I'll stay for you. " He sat down next to you. Your hands reached for his neck. He shivered under your sudden intimacy. " F/N? What are you doin— "

His words was cut off by you suddenly pulling him in for a kiss. A deep and passionate kiss. He wanted to pull away but he didn't. He actually enjoyed the kiss, he deepened the kiss as he grabs your wrist and pinned you down.

You pulled away from the passionate kiss. " J-Jinwoo.. I need.. you.. p-please.. " Your hand caresses his chest, you were already beneath him with one of your hand being pinned down on your bed.

Jinwoo's eyes darkened as his purple aura flashes in. He could feel himself growing hungry for you as you plead for him. He lowered himself to your collarbone, leaving a couple greedy hickeys on it. You softly whimpered as he sucked onto your collarbone.

" Fuck, F/N. You're driving me insane with those noises. " Jinwoo growls with dark anticipation. He quickly tries to undress you while you were trying your best to keep your heads up. The alcohol weren't going easy for you, so you let Jinwoo take the lead with undressing you. Your dress were tossed to the side as you could feel yourself getting wet. The scene of Jinwoo looking at you hungrily like a predator preying upon his prey, it really makes your head spin like crazy.

As Jinwoo admires your body, you grow even more desperate for his touch. He caresses your sensitive skin, you shivered under his touch. You could feel his body heating up with desires.

Hate the cliffhanger? Click here for the full version :)

Though, It's still kinda unfinished, forgive me for lacking motivation gang 🥀.. I'm still learning to write </3

[heyimkana]

my favorite type of reaction is when men start simping for sung jinwoo

[peehall]

i finished watching solo leveling last night, holy peak bro

[katalyeon]

Since Jinwoo's mom woke up, I wanted to cry 😭😭😭 I'm glad his mom is good, that scene makes me cry 😢 ✨✨

⌕ SOLO LEVELING S2 • EP 9.

like or reblog if you save/use. ✨

[dark-lord-ivy]

I woke up thinking about this and managed to type it out mostly in full for once.

I want an au where MBJ interrupts the demon invasion. MBJ is at the point where he has decided that he WILL be marrying his little freak human.

So, MBJ is just chilling on An Ding. SQH is afk, so MBJ is using the leisure house to get some alone time in a safer spot. Enjoying the usual background cacophony of Get Shit Done Peak when abruptly, ALL of the sects demon alarms start going off at once, and the noise outside turns from normal panic to PAN!C panic.

SQH's leisure house isn't being busted into, and the racket outside is not from the place being intentionally surrounded. So MBJ goes shadow snooping, figures out the jist of the situation; the broken bridges, the impending brawl on Qiong Ding.

MBJ almost decides to just fuck it and go back to bed, since An Ding itself seems fine. But then MBJ starts thinking about this is still going to end up heavily involving SQH, whatever tomfoolery SHL is pulling is definitely going to equal months of work and complaining for SQH. As SQH's future husband, MBJ does kind of have an obligation to help protect his holdings. An Ding is not a solo entity, it is very much a package deal with all of Cang Qiong Mountain. Which kind of means Qiong Ding's structural integrity is also something MBJ should probably keep an eye on.

So MBJ, future king of the Northern Desert, heaves a sigh, and with the air of someone who had to go to the far away grocery store for just one thing- heads over to QD.

I think the funniest time for MBJ to show up would be right as SQQ is getting ready to fight.

He just poofs in, that barrier ain't got shit, probably like, right next to SHL.

No one notices for a hot second because every single demon alarm is already going off, and attention is pretty firmly on the peak lord and the demon squaring off. So MBJ gives the whole crowd a delayed jumpscare, SHL in particular. Then MBJ grabs SHL by the ear and freezes the feet of evey other demon to the ground.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?" shrieks SHL.

'WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?' thinks SQQ coming thiiiiiiiis close to also shrieking.

"I'm stopping this." MBJ tells SHL unhelpfully.

"WHY??" SHL asks on behalf of the crowd.

"My fiance lives here. I will not allow you trouble this place further." MBJ says, clearing nothing up.

And then he portals away, taking SHL with him to a location where they can punch it out without leveling more property relevant to SQH. Leaving the of the clean-up of the trapped and bamboozled demons to the bamboozled cultivators.

SQQ is confused and screaming inside. He 100% thinks that MBJ is a transmigrator and probably assumes that this "finance" is one of the Wives sourced from Cang Qiong.

SQH, starts getting a flood of OOC notifications from the system, and when he finally gets some answers about the situation he only has more reasons to scream inside.

The System(s) are not sure what happened but they are dinging points from both transmigrators.

[angelsworks]

Goldilocks and the Four Bears

I haven’t written for the cod fandom yet so all the 141 might be terribly out of character. In fact I haven’t written for a while. I appreciate all the people that still read my work and continue to support me. I hope you’re all doing well :)

Poly!141 x reader

Masterlist -> Here (will be made later :))

Warnings: 18+, mature themes, descriptions of torture, injuries and mistreatment, etc

Summary: After escaping from your last mission that had gone terribly wrong, your stumble through the woods leads you to a log cabin.

It was snowing. Fucking snowing.

Any belief in a deity had been long since crushed after the last few months. Well you thought it had been months. Your captors (a small but deadly terrorist group) had failed to provide you with your own calendar and clock. Much like how they had failed to provide you with new clothes to replace your own, that had been ripped and torn and become tattered to the eye.

It was stolen clothes you now wore as you made your escape. Trudging slowly through the already six inch snow, your thoughts trailed to the fresh snow adding to the existing six inches. The size 12 pair of boots were rubbing at your heels with increasing vigour. Leading you to contemplate if bruised skin could blister or not. The guard you’d killed as part of your escape had been good for one thing. Or three things actually. The ill-fitting boots, a loose pair of combat trousers and long sleeved compression shirt.

As you made your way through the terrain you felt a cold chill steadily working it’s way up your trouser leg. Slowly, spreading across the flesh, affecting any skin that wasn’t in direct contact with the trouser material. It made you wish you’d waited for a guard more similar to your stature. While the compression shirt was better than nothing, it was still thin. The flimsy seeming material now doing little to ward off the cold.

Maybe the sudden awareness of the less than ideal weather conditions wasn’t down to your stolen clothes, but the sudden loss of adrenaline. How long had you been running now? Well trudging desperately through the snow, making your way further and further into the thick forrest and fauna.

It was hard to try and map where you’d been, what direction you’d walked in and where you’d come from. It was all white. Every tree looked the same. Every incline became and decline and you’d become disoriented.

Months of abuse, of torture, ofpain. All ignored for a few short hours as you willed your aching body forward. Through trees and snow and stone. Through anything that would put you at a greater distance from them, from Miasma.

They hadn’t transported you. At least you were mostly sure. When you blacked out, you woke in the same dingy cell, on the same dingy floor. Only covered in more bruises or cuts. So you hoped you were where this all started. In Slovenia.

You’d done solo missions before. It was easier that way. One man in, one man out. No one to turn on you or leak information. With Gunner in your ear, nothing ever went wrong. Until it did.

Your objective was to gather intel. To stay under the radar before formulating the next attack. While sneaking around you’d learned just how large their operation was. In turn you’d also learned just how large their base was.

The small outpost hid underground levels. That became clear after your covert operation was blown and you were dragged down to the very heart of the multi-storey building.

Each day (if that’s what you could call them) gave you no indication of the time of day or how much time had passed. They made sure of that. In fact it was the first time in months you’d seen the light of day.

The light that you noticed was now fading apparently, as you looked desperately up into the sky. Grey clouds had rolled in, covering the majority of the sky. The sun was still peaking out from the dense overcast that was rolling further forward. Soon the sky would be covered and the snow fall would quicken.

A few miles back you were struck that no one from Miasma had followed you. You’d expected armed guards to be shooting at you and angry dogs to be tearing at your ankles. Yet you’d had no chase.

Maybe they knew you would get nowhere in the climate. That you’d be weakened by the terrain and from the violence you’d endured. They were right of course. But you didn’t let it stop you.

Even now as you’d gone further, you still felt the burning desire to survive. Granted it dwindled under the ache of your body and the never ending valley of white before you. But you wanted to live. You wanted your revenge.

The final rays of the sun had been clouded and the snow started to pick up. At least your footprints would be covered under the fresh snow. Not that it mattered if all your footprints lead to was a frozen corpse.

Flexing your fingers, you found yourself wishing for gloves. Your toes were long past numb and every injury you’d endured felt like it was waking up. Old cuts that had turned to scars felt fresh, bruises that had yellowed felt like they’d returned to their starting purple colour. Your felt heavy. You felt dense. You felt tired.

Your desire to drive on had dwindled now. The once raging fire was now only a candle. A candle that was down to its wick. The wax around it long since melted and now it was to its edge. Trying to burn the glue that chained it in place. The image made you crave warmth even more.

Was this it?

All the work you’d put in over the years. From a child you had trained for a mission you didn’t fully understand. A mission that belonged to someone else, to Gunner. He’d turned you into a soldier, his perfect soldier.

Is this how his perfect soldier died?

No it wasn’t.

So despite your blue fingers, numb toes and foggy mind, you push on. Just a little further, you tell yourself. Past these trees, past this stream, past more trees.

Your doubts evaporate when you come upon a clearing. You find a decent space boarded by snow dusted trees from all sides. They stand tall, seemingly acting as natural walls to protect those inside. The grass is covered in undisturbed snow. It’s thick and white and makes you smile.

None of it matter though because sitting in the middle of it all if your salvation.

A log cabin.

You consider the sight to be a mirage. Created from and low blood sugar, dehydration and desperation. But you trudge on, almost to a stumble speed, as you reach for the door handle.

It’s unlocked.

Despite any moral compass telling you that breaking and entering or trespassing is wrong, you ignore it. You’re hurt, aching and this is a last resort.

You close the thick wooden door behind you. Taking note of the copious locks it has. When you move inside the cabin you find that no one’s home. As quietly as you can on stiff legs, you sneak around the house. Trying to wake up the instincts you’d been trained on.

Enter a room, check your surroundings, check again. Don’t assume anywhere is empty. Threats could be hiding around any corner.

So for each room of the ground floor you do just that. Open door, check the rooms, move on. From your searching you’ve found a large living room, a kitchen, a dining room, a toilet some sort of office/drawing room. The decor gives you no clue as to who’s house you’ve invaded. There are no pictures of people, no personal possessions. It feels surreal. And wrong.

To start with you go back to the living room. Using the large fireplace, stockpile of logs and matches, you start a fire.

Again, better sense would tell you to avoid such an action. To avoid alerting anyone of your presence here. But you decide to put sense aside in a bid for survival. If you didn’t get warm soon you were sure you’d be frozen soon.

Next you go to the kitchen. You rifle through the cupboard in an attempt to find something edible. To your surprise you find the place to be well stocked. Even going as far as having fresh milk in the fridge. The sight confuses you. Send alarm bells ringing in your ears.

There are products in the fridge that are in date. Fresh products. Yet no one is home. It doesn’t make sense.

As you empty a can of soup into a pan you realise, it doesn’t need to. You’re happy to play stupid and see this as all some sort of blessing, some miracle.

While the soup cooks you fill a glass with clean, cold water. Relishing in the taste of something fresh. When you’ve downed the first glass you refill it again. This time with an intention to make it last longer.

After the first spoonful you find that you like vegetable soup very much. Almost burning your mouth as you devour it in a few minutes. Immediately it feels as though you’ve been recharged. The warmth from the fire has spread throughout the ground floor, your fingers have warmed around the bowl of soup and your body no longer feels related to a glacier.

The sky only darkens as you sit by the fire. Basking in the warmth and taking a moment to rest for the first time in months. You don’t imagine ever leaving your spot on the floor. But the promise of a bed upstairs has you moving your legs in that direction.

Before your ascent to the second floor, you strip your clothes and hang them on a drying rack you found to the side of the fire. Now left in the nude.

Upstairs you find multiple bedrooms. All almost identical, except for one at the end of the hall. You assume this is the Cabin’s master bedroom as it’s slightly larger than the others. Inside there’s a wardrobe full of clothes, a full length mirror, a TV, some sort of game station, and of course the larger than most bed.

In the mirror you catch sight of yourself. The cuts of course stand out first. From the slight turn you can muster in your neck, you can see large welts and thin cuts, bruises and scrapes, all littering the previously plain skin. From the front and behind, your legs look like a Jackson Pollock original piece.

Capturing various purple and blues surrounded by smaller splodges of green and brown. With the occasional black blob or two to really contrast the overall tone of the piece.

As a child you had a strange infatuation with your bruises. Likening them to a sticker or badge of achievement. They were easy to come by during training. A strange part of you liked the way they looked on your skin. They acted as a log book of the hits you’d taken, the falls you’d taken, any sort of impacts you’d had. They made you feel strong, maybe even proud too.

Staring into the mirror at your body again, it all seems worthless. You knew you were strong before. You didn’t need months as a prisoner to prove it.

You take a few steps forward to properly look at your face. Who stares back must be a stranger. You haven’t let your eyebrows be this out of shape since you were thirteen. You didn’t have that scar above under your chin before. Your eyes were always so bright and vivid. Not lifeless or hollow or so lost.

With newfound energy you take yourself to the nearest bathroom. That just so happens to be the en-suite in the bedroom. It doesn’t surprise you. Nothing about this abandoned, well stocked cabin does anymore.

Instead you shower in one of the nicest bathrooms you’ve been to in a long time.

At first the water has you freezing. Not due to the temperature but because of the fire it lights on your back. Every scrape, every cut, every burn now being cleaned. The cleanse sets your body alight. In a way you feel the heat is helping you to heal. Granted, all you have to show for it is a mixture of blood and grime, floating slowly down the drain. But it’s more than that.

It’s the last few months being scrubbed off your skin. Your wounds and ailments being shown that this is the end. They can heal in peace. You can heal in peace.

So you take your time. Using any products you can find; shampoos, conditioners, body wash, face wash. You’ve acquired a new razor, fresh from the packet. It’s amazing what a difference shaving your legs and various other places can do to your mood. You’ve always preferred removing the body hair. Afterwards the feeling of smooth legs under a thick duvet made all the work worth it.

The final step, bar drying yourself, was brushing tour yellowing and plaque ridden teeth. The minty taste in your mouth feels unfamiliar but it welcomed nonetheless. Wiping your tongue across the now almost pearly-whites you’re happy with how smooth they feel.

Now showered, shaved and dried, you make you way into the bedroom. Finding the wardrobe and drawers to be filled wit strictly masculine clothes. You pick out a pair of boxers and one of the large white t-shirts to sleep in. The shirt dwarfs you in size, looking more like a dress. Not one that you would wear outside though. Not with the black boxers showering through the material, or your hardened nipples making an appearance.

With your towel back in the bathroom and the lights off, you crawl into bed. Letting out the loudest sigh your sore throat could muster. Then quickly falling asleep on the linen.

It was snowing. In fact it was a fucking blizzard.

A barrage of white, dagger-like snowflakes pelted against the four men. The lack of light and the dense haze of the storm made it impossible to see where they were going. They were all thankful for the less than modern compass. Hidden away at the bottom of Jonny’s bag. When he acquired it was unknown. But the four were grateful nonetheless that the Scott had the dated equipment in is kit.

After their week long training they were ready to fall asleep on the nearest surface. The blizzard they now faced was an unexpected one. Nothing on Price’s radar Gad alerted them to such a storm.

They’d just finished their survival training in the mountains when the first snowflake formed. During the rest of their descent it had only worsened.

As the snow around them thickened they trudged on. Becoming more aware of the weight of their kit, ache of their muscles and chill in their bones. These men were tired, hungry and cold.

After more miles and more words of encouragement from Price, Gaz was sure they were close to the safe house now.

Laswell had been kind enough to let them use the safe house after a particularly gruelling training exercise. It would be the closest thing to a holiday the 141 would get this year. Before the worst of the storm it had the Scotsman joking that he would build a snowman outside. An idea quickly shot down by Ghost in the interest of remaining vigilant to an enemies surrounding the house.

While snowmen were out of the question, snowballs were not. Something Ghost found out, twice, in the back of the head. Turning to see an innocent looking Gaz and Soap.

“You’ll regret that when we’re back on base and you two are on shit duty” the balaclava wearing Brit grumbles.

Soap sighs dramatically, “Oh come on Lt. Dinnae be like that, it was only a joke”.

The threat prompts Kyle to add, “It was all Soaps idea, think he should get shit duties on his own.”

Soap gasps feigning offence, “You bleeding clipe, don’t come knocking on my door when you want someone to warm your bed tonight.”

The comment causes the younger man’s face to heat up and laughs to come from the others.

“That if we get there in this blizzard” the captain quips. Trying to keep morale, but refusing to ignore the sinking feeling that they’ve missed the safe house completely.

“How far now?” Gaz asks, determined not to start pestering like an insolent child. Yet equally determined to have a proper meal and get out of his cold clothes.

“Two klicks north, then we should be there.” Soap tells him, loud enough for the others to hear in the now whipping winds.

“It was two klicks north last time someone asked Soap, are you sure you’re reading that right lad?” Price finds himself asking. Despite his rank, his military expertise and all his training agains the elements, it doesn’t make him immune to the cold. Immune to looking forward to sitting by a fire with a cup of tea in his hands.

Laswell wasn’t one to be stingy with safe house stock. From previous safe houses he’d been to that she had set up, they’d been a home away from home. Proper bedrooms, running water, stocked shelves. Price found himself ready to welcome anything that had four walls, a roof and could shelter him and his men from the storm.

“Two klicks north Captain, I’m sure”. Jonny confirms.

Sure enough, through the dense curtain of blizzard, light emerges. A gentle glow against the black nights sky. The closer they get, the clearer the house becomes.

A log cabin.

A big one at that. The sight is inviting enough to bring a smile to the men’s faces.

“Laswell’s outdone herself this time, fuckin yaldy” soap practically exclaims. Pushing forward to the front of the pack, in an effort to get in first.

“Hold it Jonny,” Simons voice is quiet through the mask, but harsh enough that the others can hear.

Ghost points to the chimney, “someone’s here”.

Sure enough as the others look up, they too see the plumes of smoke, gently rising from the brick chimney.

“Another team captain?” Gaz finds himself asking, while reaching for the know hidden in his thigh holster.

Price finds himself doing the same, “No, we’re the only ones in the country.”

The tension in the air is thick, rivals the thick snow pelting down on them. The four of them stand motionless, a short distance from the front door. Covered head to toe in winter gear, a layer of the snowstorm attached to anything it can stick to.

“Right, there’s only one door. I’ll lead. We’ll secure the ground floor first. Stay silent, we do this quietly.” Price commands. The men nod, moving to grasp their various knives. Following their captain as he moves to the front of the cabin.

With an almost inaudible creek, Price turns the handle of the door. Pushing the oak forward, grateful that it seems to glide over the wooden floors. Allowing him and his men to breach the property without alerting its inhabitants.

Price enters the living room first, signalling for the others to spread out and search the rest of the floor. He does indeed find a crackling fire, yet no one man’s it. The warmth is welcomed, but for the time being he ignores any desire to sit near it and warm himself.

His attention moves to the drying rack set up beside the fire. Upon further inspection of the items he finds combat trousers, a compression t shirt and a pair of large boots, size 12 he gathers from the label on the tongue. The clothes are still damp to the touch, leading him to infer that the intruder arrived a short time ago.

The badge on the arm of the shirt catches his eye. He rips it off the Velcro and examines it up close. An unknown insignia, contractor perhaps? Some new found terrorist group? Price doesn’t know. It’s not one he’s come across before.

Simon searches the kitchen. The space is a decent size, dark too. He blends into the shadows as he checks the space for any sign of life. He finds a empty soup can on one of the worktops. Turning to the sink he notices a single glass and pan siting there.

Once finished in his search he creeps back to the living room. Finding his captain there, along with a stoic looking soap and serious looking Gaz.

Price raises his hand to Simon, showcasing the fabric insignia to him. With cold eyes Ghost runs over the stitchwork. Mind running through the possible groups it could be associated with.

“Any ideas?” Price asks in a hushed voice.

Ghosts silence is a loud enough answer for the group. No

“Whoever they are haven’t been here long. Their clothes are still damp. Large boots, size 12.” Price goes through the details he’s uncovered.

“Men’s?” Gaz asks.

“Most likely”.

“There’s a pan in the kitchen. They’ve had soup. Only one glass.” Ghost reels off.

“We don’t know who we’re dealing with, could be anyone. Stay vigilant. Be prepared for a fight. I’ll take the lead upstairs. Shout if you find anything.” Price commands.

The team follow him single file up the stairs. Weapons at the ready as the sneak up the steps. Footsteps light on the wooden floor.

Price takes the first door, Gaz the second, Ghost the third and Soap the last door at the end of the hallway.

While three of the 141 find their rooms to be empty, Soap stops in the doorway. After almost silently twisting the door handle and letting it slide open, he stands in silence. What he didn’t expect to find was a girl sleep in the master bed, a pretty girl to be exact.

The Scotsman finds himself lost for words. He expected to have to fight someone of his stature. Maybe larger. He expected to walk away with a bruise or two. He feels lost on what to do. Should he wake her? Should he leave her?

Meanwhile the others have gathered in the hallway. Sharing a concerned glance at their teammate.

“What is it soap?” Ghost asked quietly.

“It’s a lass. A bonnie lass at that.” He tells them. Wonder in his tone as he stares at the sleeping girl. Watching as her chest rises and falls at a steady rate. Completely unaware of the four men that have entered the house.

The men collectively frown, walking further to investigate themselves. Sure enough, after they pass the threshold of the master bedroom, they too stand frozen. A girl. Not a man, or group of men. A girl, sleeping in their bed, in their log cabin.

Completely unaware.

[wings-of-ink]

Progress and Updates!

Hello my dears! I hope you are all doing well. I wanted to just make a wee post with some info on where Chapter 6 stands currently as well as some other bits of GOOD news and a couple fun things for subscribers in April. (Little sneak peak below too!)

Chapter 6 is sitting at 52k words! And there's...uh, a ways to go yet. I have begun the third segment which is probably going to be the largest. It's the bit with the most coding as well. Everything is outlined and planned, and I just need the time and energy to bring it to life.

Though Chapter 6 is gonna be a biggun, Chapter 7 will be more streamlined story (a bit like how Chapter 4 was). So, I think it will be quicker to write over all. I would love to release it soon after Chapter 6, but I'm not sure how plausible that will be. There's still too much in the air yet, but that's my goal.

The GOOD NEWS is - I'm working with a character artist! More details will follow later, but I'm currently compiling references and then we'll get to business, lol. I'm very excited for this, but I feel like I am rubbish and finding adequate references, so it's a learning experience for me.

Also a learning experience for me has been this whole year so far. I do apologize for not being as present on Tumblr as I was in the past and that my asks are still a bit restricted, but I'm mitigating a lot these days between myself and my partner. Chief among these is mental and physical health, and making a balance in life to keep us going during the current state of things. Just know that I am still kicking around here and I do check my inbox and respond whenever I can to general questions. I am still learning how to balance having subscribers as well. A lot of this comes down to my energy levels which have not bounced back much since winter.

Anyway, on to more fun things...if you are interested in Ko-fi or Patreon for April, on the 15th, three extras will available. Our focus this month was on our beloved fathers with a bonus for Oswin. The "Crow" Tier will feature some cute highlights from Kip and Dov getting accustomed to life as parents. The "Raven" Tier will feature 1 extra with the fathers that contains spicy content. This story will also be posted without the spice in case you just want to read a little bit about their romance (and not walk away scarred for life). If the daddy spice is not for you, I am also posting a short and spicy extra for Oswin (solo).

Voting will begin soon to determine May's content for both tiers!

In the meantime, here's a little sample of Ch 6:

You look to Oswin thinking he will try to break up this contest, but to your shock, he is trying not to laugh. His cheeks are puffed as he holds it in. Aster just glares back. "How clever." "You're welcome," Duri says with a big smile. "Nothing wrong with a pet name." Oswin nods. "I agree, it's endearing." You look at Oswin as he remains hunched over his meal. You tried to call him Yari when you were kids because he always shortened your name to Ravi… [[You want to give him a pet name.]] [[His name works just fine.]]

Can anyone guess what Duri decided to "affectionately" call Aster? ^_^