#sucked ass trying to make him in game though. NO good hairs for human males.....

[mojaves]

goddddd i get to bring back ny tragic boytoy mage atticus for the new game,,,

[rindousbbg]

Can I have Personality male haikyuu matchup plz

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

Zodiac: Capricorn

Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body (although I’m more top heavy if you know what i mean) black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks wears glasses sometimes (im far sighted so it’s usually when driving in class or at the theater)

Mbti: infj

Enneagram: 2w1

Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence (more pertaining to my talents or personality then my looks) sassy sarcastic (I’m mainly these things with people i feel comfortable with like friends or family) soft spoken cute (my friends think im cute because i can be pretty innocent plus I’m small physically)

Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping being a part of something bigger than myself

Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people who harm others people who don’t take others into consideration people i care about not caring for themselves (im a hypocrite on this i take care of everyone else but not me) not being listened to weird holes and patterns math and tests (I’m being tested for a math disability and i have test anxiety)

Love language:

Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection (if they’re ok with it)

Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection (although i can be shy about it)

What I like in a person: im fine with anything as long as he treats me right and loves me

What I dont like in a person: overly arrogant or cocky, vulgar and/or ignorant (like they throw slurs and sensitive topics around like it’s nothing)

Extra: i pace a lot i sing when im alone i talk to myself im a picky eater (mainly with textures) i have a cat i have minor ehlers danalos (a hyper mobility disorder) but it doesn’t hurt me like it does my sisters i get abdominal migraines which is basically like a migraine but instead of headaches it’s nausea

Thank you

Here's your matchup..

You got....

Sugawara Koushi.

• Suga would love how motherly you are. Someone kind, soft-spoken and shy. A gentle personality is all he loves. Since his personality is similar to that (though he can beat someone's ass if needed) 

• Suga would help you with your anxiousness, always resources you that it's fine. 

• He would find it cute that you are clumsy and about being self-conscious he would make you feel the prettiest girl in the world. 

• If you feeling unconfident then he's got your back, telling you sweet words like "you are pretty, beautiful" "most gorgeous and kindest human being."

• You both would get sassy with each other, throwing salty remarks at each other as a joke. 

• He would love how you are so innocent. Your innocent soul would make him feel warm inside. 

• He would engage with your hobbies, playing games with you (though he kinda sucks at it at first), buying books and reading them together. Sometimes he would point out certain parts he liked or didn't feel good about. Screaming song lyrics at the top of my lungs. 

• He would help you study and make sure you get the best marks after all he wants the best for you. 

• Suga isn't vulgar or cocky (ok sometimes he might get cocky to tease you but not on an extreme level), he can treat a girl right for there's no doubt so he would treat you right too. 

• He would take care of you when you get nausea or migraine. 

• He would also make some great dishes to feed you (sometimes even with things you don't like and he would try to make it as unnoticeable as he can)

hope you like it.

[mizunetzu]

Kuroo x reader - it’s your fault

⚠️warnings - mean, probably ooc kuroo, none

Pronouns - male, he/him

——————

Sports sucks. That’s the mindset (y/n) had throughout his childhood. After running you feel out of breath, kicking a ball around just hurts your foot, and there’s no real merit to playing. At all. It’s just a waste of your time.

“What’s your name?” A boy with black hair and piercing yellow eyes looked up from his Ds. (E/c) eyes gleamed at the gradeschooler, making him look away shyly.

“Kozume...kenma...”

“Ah! Cool name! I’m (L/n) (y/n)!” The schoolboy waved his hands around excitedly. “Do you wanna be friends?”

“...sure.” Despite (y/n’s) energetic persona, he was taken aback by his new friends answer. He wiped the shocked look off his face and pumped his fist in the air.

“Really? Awesome! I’ve never had a friend before! No one really wants to be friends with the new person.”

Kenma looked at the boy. He had (h/c) hair, and had a smile that never seemed to waver. He was also built quite athletic-ly for a gradeschooler, with thick set legs and arms.

“Do you play sports?”

(Y/n) gave him a jokingly disgusted look. “No, but I get that question a lot. I don’t see the point of playing sports. It just makes you tired.”

“Yeah, your right.”

————

“I don’t think your friend likes me very much...”

(Y/n) subtly pointed his finger at a boy with black hair that stuck up in all places, glaring at him like he was the scum of the earth. Kenma sighed, placing his free hand on the grass while gripping his ds in the other.

“Yeah. He doesn’t like it when I play on my ds when I could be doing volleyball stuff with him.”

“You play volleyball?” (Y/n) tore his eyes off kenmas ds screen, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“Yeah. He forces me to.” They both flicked their eyes over to the glaring boy, holding a volleyball.

“I...should go. Wouldn’t wanna keep your friend waiting. See you tomorrow at school Kenma!” (Y/n) stood up, dusted stray grass off from his behind, and scurried off into the playground. Once out of sight, he hoisted himself up the playground ladder and hid behind a pair of plastic bars.

He, admittedly, felt guilty about watching his friend talk to his other companions, but it’s not like he was doing anything harmful. Besides, he wasn’t in earshot, so it’s not like he’s eavesdropping.

The bedheaded kid sighed exasperatedly while jogging up to Kenma. He started yammering on about something, pointing between Kenmas ds, his volleyball, and where (y/n) had run off to. Kenma eventually sat up and started tossing around the ball with the boy, talking about something (y/n) couldn’t hear.

The taller boy looked less intimidating when he was playing. He was smiling so genuinely, contrasting the disgusting glare he gives whenever he sees him around Kenma, talking about video games and such.

A revelation came to mind. (Y/n) wanted to be friends with that kid, even though he wanted nothing to do with him. But now that he thought about it, everytime he shot (y/n) a dirty look, it was when they were on their butts, being lazy and laughing over the ds. Yet when he’s tossing the ball, he looks happy.

Is it because he’s one of those sport nuts?

“Oi.” A voice (y/n) didn’t recognize brought him out of his trance. It was the boy with the rooster hair. He was holding his ball, with Kenma not too far behind him. The bed headed kid leaned on the playground bar.

“Kenma said I should stop glaring at you...and try being your friend.” The boy said, begrudgingly.

(Y/n’s) eyes lit up. He opened his mouth to thank him but was cut off by his voice once more.

“On one condition.” The boy, who he learned was named ‘Kuroo’, held up his volleyball with a smirk.

(Y/n) hated sports. He always will. But if this was the price for friendship, he’d gladly learn how to play volleyball.

———

(Y/n) wasn’t going to lie. In all the years of their trio friendship, he found himself gazing at Kuroo just a bit longer than he should. He felt his face heat up when he graced his ears with his creamy laugh, and his hair was so stupid it was cute.

Too bad it was ruined with stupid volleyball.

He was so passionate about something so trivial, it almost hurt. The only thing Kuroo would talk about to him was volleyball this, Nekoma that, it was tiring. But not as tiring as practice.

Oh god, practice. Every morning and every night, everyday for the whole school year. You ran laps around the gym just to ‘warm up’ and smacked balls at eachother for ‘fun’. (Y/n’s) arms hurt, he was constantly out of breath, and his muscles ached with each step he took.

He wanted so badly to stop, to quit, to do what he really wanted to do, but one look at Kuroos beautiful smile, and his mind went blank.

He wished that he would talk about something else but volleyball. Well-he did, just to other people. For some reason, it felt strictly professional with (y/n). It sucks. Maybe he just needed to work harder. It’s Kuroos second year, and (y/n’s) (and Kenmas) first, so he had plenty of time to improve right?

You have to work for the things you want, and he’s got one foot in the door. Toe by toe, he’ll earn his respect no matter what.

————

This didn’t go as planned.

Here he was, a first year and Nekomas new regular setter. He, apparently, was better than their third year setter, so he got switched in. Not exactly what (y/n) planned. He was content being on the bench, throwing fake praise and “one more point’s!”

“Good job earning your spot, man!” (y/n) felt a hand smack him on the back. Kuroo gave a heartwarming smile. (Y/n’s) chest tightened and it felt like he couldn’t breathe. “Be sure to give me some good ass tosses you hear me?”

Kuroos chuckle went over (y/n’s) head as his eyes lingered on his closed eyes. Whenever he laughed, there was one crinkle near his left eye, and a dimple on the right side of his cheek. His teeth were perfectly straight, and his nose was hooked and planted in the center of his face. He had unusually long eyelashes, pointing down, making him look like he was always holding a smug expression, when really it was his resting face.

He never noticed it before, maybe because he’s never been so close. He never complimented him so...earnestly and gotten so near to the point he could reach out and pet his untamed hair with no effort. It was tantalizing, hypnotizing, even.

It was moments like these that made him forget why he hated sports so much.

————

Was it a crime to try and get close to the ones you love?

If anything, that was something Kuroo taught him. To work hard and never give up. Wasn’t that something he strived for?

Ever since that encounter, (y/n) made even more of an effort to coerce the spiker. He’d walk him to his classes, text him frequently, sometimes he’d even buy him lunch. And every time before a game, he’d pat him on the shoulder and tell him to do his best. Completely harmless. Was that wrong of him?

It was to Kuroo. He was getting annoying, more so then when they were children. He told him to learn how to play volleyball because he thought he would give up. Since he was so lazy and hated sports. Who hates sports? It was people like that Kuroo didn’t bother to understand. It just rubbed him the wrong way.

And there was no reason to hate (y/n) right now. He was on top of his grades, he was someone Kenma doesn’t shy away to, he’s the perfect setter, and he’s pretty good looking as well. The perfect human.

Maybe he couldn’t get over the fact that he originally didn’t like sports. He liked them now, there was no problem, so why does he still dislike him? There’s absolutely no reason to hate him, but he got on his nerves every single day. He didn’t know what the emotion was. Some days he would be sure it was hatred and annoyance, but sometimes he would see him smile so alluringly, and he would feel like melting.

It was infuriating. Watching him buy his favorite drink from the vending machine to ofter to him was a harmless, kind task yet it felt like he was buying milk to pour over his head and call him a bitch.

Of course he’d never be upfront about his feelings. He needed to uphold his reputation. If he was going to be captain of Nekoma in his third year, he needed to make the best impression to be picked as. So he’d just deal with it, and move on.

That’s what he told himself at least.

It’s already been a tiring day, and he needed to be his best at the match about to happen right now. He wanted to focus, and it was hard to when everyone was talking and changing in the locker room. It was loud, and the ringing in his ears wouldn’t stop, and-

“Do your best, Kuroo-kun!”

A nimble thread snapped inside him. His voice was so tauntingly sweet, his arm on his shoulder seemed to burn and sizzle on his jersey and his smile made him want to bash his head in with a volleyball.

“Would you just SHUT UP FOR ONCE?”

Words flew out of of his mouth like vomit. He stood up abruptly, knocking (y/n) back slightly and making him stumble onto the floor. He didn’t care, though. All he saw was red.

“You’re always bothering me, and acting so fucking ‘sweet’! it’s tiring! You’re tiring!” Kuroo was seething, so much that he couldn’t see the confused and hurt expression on (y/n’s) face. Still, he tried to salvage it by weakly smiling and running cold, shaky fingers through his hair.

“Kuroo, wha-“

“Don’t ‘Kuroo’ me! Can’t you ever take a hint? Why do you think I never talk to you unless it’s at practice or when you’re nagging my ear off! I don’t want anything to do with you! I never did! So just SHUT UP!”

Silence consumed the room whole. Kuroos bipolar mentality shocked everyone to the core. All eyes were on (y/n), who looked like a dear in the headlights. All the attention on him was making (y/n) feel even worse. It took him all his might not to cry. It sucked. This sucked. He sucked.

“I’m...I’m sorry” (y/n) said, between concentrated breaths. If the room hadn’t been dead silent, you would’ve missed it with how softly his words came out.

Kuroo didn’t say anything, too caught up in his anger, and just sat back down, facing away to concentrate. No one had the guts to confront Kuroo, nor to help (y/n), who fumbled onto the ground, staring at the ceiling with a traumatized, betrayed expression.

Everything felt fake. The whole world he built up on his back, felt fake. Everything he worked for, every piece of yen he spent on snacks and gifts, all the bruises and floor burns he got from a stupid sport he never liked, it was all for nothing. It was for a friendship that didn’t exist. And he still had to go out there and play for said sport with a plastic smile on his face.

“(Y/n)...are you...good...?” Yamamoto was the first to break the silence, as some awkwardly went back to changing or exited the locker room to wait at the courts.

Kuroo had long left the room, leaving only (y/n), Yaku, and Yamamoto. They were towering over the boy staring blankly at the ceiling, with worried expressions.

“I swear I’m gonna KILL that stupid rooster-“

“Don’t.” (Y/n) voice came out as a hoarse whisper. Yaku and Yamamoto looked back down to see (y/n) sitting up, holding the same blank, shocked expression. He was looking at his own hands, shaking and occasionally twitching.

“Mm, you know I can’t focus well when my hands are shaky? Makes me all nervous and I miss my tosses.”

(Y/n) upturned his lips into what was supposed to be a smile, but ended up just looking forced and rather scary. “Anyway, we should go. The official warmups starting.”

(Y/n’s) voice was quiet, barely audible if the room had not been empty and silent. He brought himself up to his feet and stumbled out the door, not looking at the two boys behind him once.

————

(Y/n) was right when he said he didn’t do well under pressure.

When the game started, the starting whistle droned louder than usual, leaving a ringing noise in his ears. He couldn’t seem to jump as high, or set the ball just right. All his blocks got broken through, and his spikes were blocked ever so easily. Every point lost sent a glare from Kuroo, which made it even worse.

Just as match was about to start up again, the whistle returned. (Y/n) turned his head to see Kenma, holding up a sign with his number on it.

They were switching setters.

He felt embarrassed. He had one job to do, to set the ball to the spiker, yet he failed. His stupid nonsensical emotions clung to him on court, messing up his ‘perfect setter’ persona. He probably looked like an idiot fumbling with the ball. A total amateur. He embarrassed himself in front of everyone to see.

(Y/n) grabbed the sign devastatedly, before taking his spot back on the sidelines. He failed. He was benchwarming again. He usually would’ve been happy to be off the court, but seeing Kuroos big smile when Kenma entered the court drove the nail into the coffin.

Their bond was inseparable, (y/n) had only been a third wheel to a duos friendship, having a sick, twisted fantasy of friendship plaguing his mind for years. He watched as Kenma effortlessly set the ball to Kuroo, who slammed it down and high-fived Kenma. Whenever (y/n) set the ball to him, all he got was a “nice point” or a half assed smile.

As much as he should’ve been watching the game intently, cheering on his teammates and studying the match, he couldn’t bring his gaze up from the floor. He searched and scanned his memories for a single time Kuroo was genuinely happy (y/n) was there, but he found none. Every time he thought they had a connection, there was none. There was nothing there. He was blinded by the need for his validation, that he wastes his whole life doing something he hated.

Being benched was supposed to be a good thing, but right now, it felt like the worst thing imaginable.

————

They won the game, with three sets in total. It didn’t matter to (y/n), though. It was all gibberish to him. Everyone was cheering, everyone was happy, and (y/n) did his best to smile. He didn’t wanna damper everyone’s victory for his measly boy problems. Everyone seemed to forget about the fight in the locker room now that they were on the bus, buzzing about their victory.

(Y/n) sat in the very front. Everyone gravitates towards the back of the bus, so he was left relatively alone with his thoughts.

He didn’t want to play. Like Kenma, he did it only because he’d been playing so long, and because without it, Kuroo wouldn’t bat an eyelash at him.

Kuroo looked like this perfect leader, perfect friend, perfect everything. That’s why (y/n) thought he was his friend, maybe something more. But now he just feels embarrassed.

Embarrassed he let himself fall for that delusion. Embarrassed he spent his whole life feeding into a false friendship. Embarrassed he got his ear chewed off about his abundant clinginess in the locker room, infront of everyone.

it was just when he was warming up to the sport too. He was beginning to get used to the warmup sprints, the feeling of the ball slamming down on his hand, the stinging feeling he gets when he receives or spikes. But it was all wasted once he learned it was all for nothing.

———

Maybe it won’t be for nothing, though.

He had moved to the miyagi prefecture on impulse, only days after his big embarrassment. It was practically already the end of the school year, so he finished up his first year online and enrolled in a new school for his second year. It was taking the phrase “running away from your problems” quite too literally. He lived alone, so it was fine.

He stared up at the gates of his new school. His new start. No more volleyball. No more Kuroo, or Kenma. No more lies. And even if Kenma did nothing wrong, he didn’t want him to try and fix their ‘friendship’. So he cut off ties.

Here he could lead a life of his own. Do what he really wanted to do-writing. He wanted to become a writer, but volleyball came into his tracks and he gave up his dream to learn how to bounce a ball in between his hands. But not anymore.

“Karasuno, huh?” He had heard that they were the ‘fallen crows of volleyball’ so he didn’t need to worry about energetic meat heads banging their heads together and talking about correct ways to receive. He took a deep breath, and walked inside.

Goodbye, Nekoma.

——————

Pst pssst parts 2 and 3 can be found on my masterlist!

[gingerpeachtae]

Concentric [22]

masterlist

Words: 18k

Genres: fantasy!AU, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, eventual smut

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence and death

Summary: You had been ready for the end of the semester. You had been ready to spend time away from your best friend, Jimin, and finally move on from the feelings you harbored. Yet, after your friend was forced to reveal a secret, you found yourself in a new world that was chock full of magic, war, and wonder. So, here you were, basically thrown into your own fantasy novel, with your best friend on one side, and six male warriors on the other.

A/N: thank you everyone for being so kind and patient with me! i hope this extra long chapter helps make up for the wait 💙

*2 weeks later*

The burning orange glow of the afternoon sunlight filtered through the bunches of leaves above your head. Rays of the golden light cut through the patches of shade all around you, creating beams and pockets of warmth that you and Tae relished in as you both quietly jogged through the trees. Weaving around shrubs, bounding over logs, avoiding sharp thorns.

Making your way further into the forest, you winced every time your feet hit the ground just a little too hard or your weight snapped a slight, skinny twig. The rune on the back of your neck might’ve give you some enhanced senses and reflexes, but it couldn’t override the fact you were human, and humans had a tendency to make noise.

Which was exactly what you didn’t need at the moment; not when you were doing recon on the enemy.

You and the grey-haired Saeni at your side were in charge of monitoring the northwest faction of the draikensu forces today. Taking note of their patrol routes, where they were positioned, how they received orders from higher ups, what weapons they carried, and any other intel that may be deemed useful. It was tricky business, though. You had to stealthily avoid the approximate fifteen-thousand dark Saeni that wouldn’t hesitate to slice your guts open, but you still had to get close enough to actually get the information needed. Not to mention also being extremely cautious of any traps or alarms that could be set by draikensu magic users.

Truly a phenomenal way to get your blood pumping chock full of adrenaline, to be honest.

Not having a glamour to hide your body from sight and voice from ears did nothing to ease the hard, erratic thumping going on in your chest either. Yoongi had wanted to place the concealing magic over your bodies, but you and the rest of the group heavily protested. He needed to save the energy in his grumpy ass body for whenever the clash with the draikensu finally came to fruition. The only magic Namjoon was “allowing” him to conjure was a shield to cover camp and maintaining communication with the palace magic users. Neither were very tasking for him physically. It was simple, easy magic.

Though you would see Yoongi roll his petal pink eyes every day when a new leaf fluttered in on the morning wind, holding the same message as always.

Where are you located? Any updates or intel? We are __ days away.

Grumbling, he would mutter something along the lines of “No, you fucking acorn, we haven’t changed our location because, as I have said every day for the past six days, we wouldn’t until you arrived,” before plucking a leaf from a nearby tree and whispering an incantation that “etched” a message containing your ever-the-same whereabouts as well as any new information you’d discovered onto the green fiber. Then, he let the wind gently lift the leaf from his palm and carry it away to its receiver.

It was fascinating to watch, but also made you wonder why the mint-haired Saeni hadn’t used the nifty technique to alert his brothers they were about to walk into a trap while he was injured all that time ago. You know, instead of panicking and having you run around yelling in English. When you voiced the question, Yoongi just huffed and informed you that it only worked if the recipient was also a magic user.

That had made you feel a little bit better at your decision to scream and run around the forest as your alternative form of communication with the boys. Not great, but better.

Speaking of communication, you thought as you ducked below a broken tree limb, I still can’t believe that was the way Illai chose to guide Jimin…

You leapt over a small ditch, lightly landing on the balls on your feet, as the memory washed over you.

It was still dark outside, the sun not yet peeking over the horizon and saying good morning to the world. But it didn’t matter. All of you were awake, packed, and ready to go.

Taehyung sat on the ground across from you as you taught him how to play the classic hand clapping game ‘Slide’ while Jimin and Jiae finished their teary goodbyes to each other. Originally, you had been playing with Jungkook, but he kept messing up and was smacking your hands so hard in retaliation that you decided to kick him out. Now he was pouting a few feet away, sending you tiny glares while leaning against a sycamore tree and kicking at the dirt.

A few trees down, Yoongi was curled into a ball where the roots dived into the earth and Hobi quietly sat next to him with his arms wrapped around knees. Beside them, the last two members of the kiela were double-checking their things as they carried a hushed conversation with one another. Mingi and Chungha stood off the side, speaking lowly in the dark and gesturing toward the lilac-haired princess as she let out a sob and hugged your best friend tightly.

Eventually, Jimin pulled back from Jiae and gently wiped at her tears with the pads of his thumbs while murmuring sweet nothings. You smiled at the duo, causing yourself to falter and lose the rhythm you and Tae set with your hands. The blue-eyed Saeni let out a whine but you didn’t pay it any mind, too caught up watching the cute couple. You felt nothing but happiness as you watched Jimin give the young female a soft kiss on her forehead.

After another minute, the two finally separated and Jiae hugged herself as tears continue to trail down her cheeks. Jimin ran a hand through his hair and took several steps back, almost as if he needed the physical distance to keep himself from latching on to her again. As he moved away, a strong breeze picked up and disturbed the leaves and near quietness of the early morning. The greenery shook all around you, and Chungha reached out to clasp Mingi’s forearm briefly before she pivoted and strode over to Jiae. The female guard placed a gentle hand on Jiae’s shaking shoulder, which caused your eyebrows to raise slightly since it was an act of kindness you hadn’t seen from her before.

After taking a deep breath, the princess squared her shoulders and addressed everyone in a strong tone. “I will get you help. I promise. Just… be careful. Please.”

You all nodded, well, everyone except for Yoongi since he was still resting and oblivious to the conversation.

Jimin flashed Jiae a big grin, but you could tell he was forcing it. His eyes didn’t squish.

“Don’t you worry about us. You just focus on getting back to the palace safely.”

The princess’ chin trembled but she narrowed her pale blue eyes at the half Saeni before pointing a finger at his chest. “And you better be careful when closing that rift or I swear to-”

“He’ll be fine, princess.” Mingi draped an arm around Jimin’s shoulders and warmly smiled. “I gave you my word I would watch over him so that’s what I intend to do.”

Jiae dipped her head slightly in appreciation then looked down at the ground, taking deep breaths. Taking that as their cue to leave, Chungha nudged Jiae to pick up her things, and the rest of you watched silently as she did so.

It was weird having them leave. While you weren’t particularly close to either, they were still a part of the journey and you had grown used to seeing them every day. You didn’t want them to go… but you knew they had to.

As they stood before the group, you saw Jiae’s chin quiver again and you sent her what you hoped was a reassuring look.

“Goodbye everyone,” she called out lightly while squeezing her eyes shut for a few heartbeats before focusing her somber gaze on Jimin. “…Bye Chim.”

Then, she abruptly swiveled around and walked into the expanse of the forest, her lilac hair fluttering in the wind behind her. Chungha stayed for only a half-second longer, just to give you all a curt nod, before she too disappeared into the darkness of the trees.

Once they were gone, Hobi began to gently rouse Yoongi from his sleep, and you heaved yourself to your feet. Quickly shuffling over to your best friend, you heard him sniffle as he stared at the spot Jiae had just stood. Mingi patted his shoulder twice understandingly then turned to give your hair a ruffle as you arrived, making you roll your eyes in false annoyance. While the guard left to grab his stuff, you carefully wrapped your arms around Jimin’s torso and murmured a “come on” while guiding him to his kiela.

“Chungha is with her and you know how seriously she takes her job,” you whispered.

“I know. I know. Fuck, it just kinda sucks that I might die, and she won’t know I think I love her.”

Your feet tripped over themselves as you whipped your eyes to Jimin’s face. His brown orbs bugged out and met yours in shock while his mouth opened and closed several times. Blood rushed to his cheeks as he stammered and stumbled over his words while trying to explain himself.

Giggling, you gave his tummy a pat. “I’m really, really, happy for you, Slim Jim.”

“You’re not… you’re not hurt, right?” Although he was still blushing, he looked at you with apprehension and worry clouding his features.

You bit your lip and quickly glanced toward the burgundy head still leaning against the tree before shaking your head and smiling to yourself. “No. I’m not.”

Then you frowned and jabbed a finger into his stomach. “And shut up, you’re not going to die.”

While Jimin groaned and rubbed the spot you had aggressively poked, Tae skipped over to you. Looking at the male, you noticed the playful and excited glimmer in his blue eyes and hastily detached yourself from your best friend just moments before Tae tackled him into a hug.

“Congrats Chim! You’re in love!” The grey-haired Saeni pinched Jimin’s cheek lovingly before letting him go.

Jimin flushed once more as the rest of the kiela chuckled and offered their congratulations as well, but they were fast to also tell him to hurry up and get moving so you could all leave. As the apricot head ducked his head and did just that, you sent Tae a flying kiss and made you way over to your boyfriend.

“Still pouting?”

“…No.”

“So that’s a yes.” You released a stream of laughter and gave his arm a teasing pat. “I don’t blame you, TaeTae did much better than you.”

Jungkook crossed his arms over his chest and let out a strong puff of air while looking away, making you laugh even harder.

“What, why should we go south?” You heard Jimin call out, but you figured it was addressed to Namjoon, so you didn’t bother replying.

It was odd, though, because you thought Namjoon had said you were going to travel west.

“Y/N? Why south?”

Your brows furrowed and Jungkook met your confused stare before you both slowly turned your heads toward Jimin. As did everyone else.

It was silent save for the rustling trees, chirping birds, and clicking bugs.

“Uh… I didn’t say anything Slim Jim.”

At your statement, his face copied your own bewilderment. The kiela and Mingi looked back and forth between you two, trying to understand what was going on.

“But you… you said we needed to go south…”

“No?” Tilting your head to the side, you pursed your lips. “I said TaeTae did better at Slide than Kookie.”

“Literally nobody said ‘south,’” Yoongi piped up from the side.

“Oh… I could have sworn…”

Jin offered that he could have just misheard someone speaking or maybe it had been the wind in his ears, and the others voiced their agreement. Jimin peered at his older brother unconvinced, but he let out a defeated sigh and hung his head. Shifting the strap of his bag, he went to take a step forward when his head suddenly lifted so fast you thought his neck would snap. His brown eyes focused on your once more and you were shocked at how wide they were.

“Y/N, you just said it again!”

Um, I what now? Your mouth dropped open, unsure how to respond when you clearly had not said anything.

“Chim, you’re just hearing things,” Hobi said while shaking his head and checking over the blades attached to his body.

“No, I’m not!” Jimin ran a hand through his hair stressfully. “A feminine voice said we need to go south and, Y/N, you’re the only girl here now!”

Your best friend gripped his hair as you all looked on, not sure what to do or say.

“You’re positive you heard that Chim?” Tae hesitantly asked in a soft tone.

“Yes!”

Tae nodded but didn’t say anything else, just as lost and dumbfounded as the rest of you.

Letting his hands fall from his head, Jimin let out a strangled sound and began breathing erratically as he whispered that he just heard it again. In response, Yoongi narrowed his pink eyes and studied his younger brother. Nobody moved, nobody made a sound.

Then, Yoongi started laughing. Bracing himself on his knees, the magic user let himself go and almost no sound came out because of how hard the laughter racked his body. Confusion now doubled, you shifted your attention to him, wondering what in Exia’s name was happening.

Did they get bit by a lillaf? Are they high?

Finally, after what seemed like a solid minute of everyone awkwardly glancing at each other, the mint-haired male quieted down and caught his breath. The magic user wiped at his eyes, gummy smile not fading away, and explained what he found oh so funny,

Apparently, your best friend once again found himself as a fleshy GPS, but this time it came with sound navigation in the form of the mother goddess herself… speaking directly into Jimin’s head.

Lost in the memory, you weren’t paying as much attention to your surroundings as you should have been, meaning you weren’t as focused on what was in front of you. Meaning you didn’t see the large rock in your path. Meaning you tripped right over that fucker and stumbled forward several steps with a gasping curse.

As you managed to catch yourself from face planting, Tae skidded to a stop and looked back at you with a slight wince.

You grimaced as you took in his expression. Shit, that was probably loud…

Letting out a small, shaky breath, you straightened and went to start moving again but stopped as Tae’s bright blue eyes expanded in alarm. You froze and he went still, the only movements coming from either of you being the sway of his feather earring and your hair in the breeze.

Then you heard them.

“I’m telling you, I heard something over here.”

“It was probably just a fucking animal.”

Your eyes instantly mirrored Tae’s and you darted your gaze over the mass of pine and maple trees around you to try to figure out what you to do. There was no doubt in your mind that you and Tae could take on a few driakensu, but it could go wrong too easily. It was too risky. You didn’t know how many draikensu there actually were or if there was a magic user with them or if there was another patrol nearby. There were simply too many factors that were unknown, and that could get you killed.

But… you didn’t know what else to do. They were too close to run. They would hear your human footfalls and know it was indeed not an animal they had heard. Biting your lip, you clenched your hands into fists before reaching for your bow. Just as you touched it, Tae’s hand covered yours and hurriedly began pulling you over to a small bundle of pine trees with low needled branches that were close to the ground.

Quickly and quietly, he shoved you beneath the sharp, green needles and you had to set your jaw to keep from yelping at the scratches. Tae soon followed you under the cover of the pines and you both crawled through the dirt and brown needles to the trunk. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest and you did your best to breath slowly and calm down as you laid flat on your tummy and made yourself as small as physically possible.

The blue-eyed Saeni shifted to grasp your hand in his just before the shoes of a patrol of two draikensu came into view, one pair black and the other brown.

“Sounded like it came from around here.”

You held your breath as they tread over the earth, their faces obscured from view. All you could do was wait and pray they couldn’t hear your pounding heartbeat or smell you in the air. You watched their boots walk around the area for a while, then one of the draikensu turned their feet in your direction, making your heart drop. Footsteps approached and stopped not even ten feet away, so close you could count the number of eyelets they had laced on their boots. Tightly squeezing Tae’s hand as the black boots stared into your soul, you waited… and waited… and waited…

Until they finally stepped away. Black Boots marched over to the other pair and you heard some rustling before Brown Boots faltered back a few steps, most likely being pushed by their partner.

“See? Nothing here you dipshit.”

You didn’t dare move.

“But I-”

You didn’t dare breathe.

“But nothing. It was probably a kwaulta or a damn deer.” Black Boots swiveled on their heels and began strolling back the way they came. “Let’s go.”

Tae gave your hand a slight pump as the other draikensu lingered for just a moment before dragging his feet after their partner. You dropped your forehead to the dry needles on the ground, feeling your tense muscles deflate in relief at their exit. You heard Tae let out a long exhale beside you and he also sagged against the forest floor. The two of you stayed that way for several minutes, giving the draikensu ample time to put some distance between you.

Finally, once Tae was certain it was clear, you both crawled out from the pine cover and back into the open. After wiping the dirt from your palms off on your thighs, you checked to make sure none of your arrows had gotten loose as Tae let out a noise of reprieve.

“Come on, we need to finish this sweep,” he whispered, “Let’s get this over with so we can get back to camp.”

Nodding, you cracked your neck and took a deep breath, then the two of you began jogging through the trees again.

The sun was beginning to dip in the horizon as you sat with your back against a tree watching Jin stir the soup over the fire. Jimin was laying down on you, his head resting on your shins, and playing with a leaf in his hands. Mingi and Tae sat close by, playing Slide and giggling amongst themselves, while Namjoon and Yoongi contemplated the location of the rift on the other side of the fire.

Curtesy of Illai speaking to Jimin, you knew the general vicinity it was in, but since the area was currently swarming with draikensu, you didn’t know the exact location. All you knew was that it was smack dab in the middle of Uzjuk’s forces, hence one of the reasons why you had been doing recon; to see if there was any weak spot in their defenses where you could slip in.

Not that any had been found.

A soft tickle to your wrist made your arm jerk and you lightly glared at Jimin who was grinning innocently up at you as he pulled the leaf away from your skin. Snorting and shaking your head at his squished eyes, you turned your attention to the forest that was growing darker by the minute.

Watching. Waiting.

“They’ll be back any minute now, stop worrying.”

You reached over to poke Jimin’s cheek and scoffed. “I’m not worried, I’m just… just…”

“Worried.”

“Alright fine but hush, I’m allowed to be a tiny wee bit worried about my boyfriend, thank you very much.”

“Wow, not even concerned about Hobi? That’s heartless.” Jin butted into the conversation as he threw some herb into the pot.

“Wha-No!”

“Illai said she agrees with hyung. Heartless,” Jimin sang while splitting his leaf down the middle.

“Oh shut up, no she did not.”

Your best friend just shrugged and giggled into your legs, making you roll your eyes while the bugs clicked and chattered loudly all around you.

“Has the mother goddess actually said anything today?” Mingi called over while still deeply immersed in the hand clap game.

You swear you even saw a sheen of sweat coating the male’s forehead.

Jimin just let out a light groan, saying she had but it was just the usual spiel about needing to hurry and close the rift before the world fell into chaos and slowly withered away.

Geez, she sure knows how to give a quality pep talk.

You blew out a raspberry and picked up a twig by your side. “It’s almost like she doesn’t realize it’s eight against thousands at the moment.”

Yoongi barked out a laugh. “You better watch the sarcasm there, little scorja. Wouldn’t want her taking offense.”

“I’m not trying to be rude, just freaking realistic.” You held your hands up in surrender then leveled the twig at Jimin. “But just to be safe, tell the lovely mother goddess not to smite your best friend, yeah?”

“My girl is going to get smote? Before she can show me what that ‘Ablatar’ thing is? Damn.” A familiar voice came from the trees.

Your head shot up just as the burgundy head strolled into camp, Hobi and his glistening blades only a step behind him.

“Kookie!” You shoved Jimin’s head off you, making him release a complaint, and pushed yourself to your feet.

As the rest of the kiela and Mingi welcomed the duo back, you ran over to your smiling boyfriend and launched yourself at him, hooking your legs around his waist and burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Jungkook let out a airy chuckle and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. “Miss me?”

Yes.

“Of course not. Who would miss you?” You hid your grin in his shoulder, breathing in his scent of steel and florets as you tapped your fingertips against the handles of his short swords.

Jungkook carried you over to the fire, being sure to avoid the plume of smoke caused by the steady wind, and plopped down on the ground with you in his lap. “Mhmm. Sure.”

You pulled away from his neck as he brushed some of your hair out of your face and gave you a quick peck on the lips, making your body go warm and tingly.

“Ew,” Yoongi muttered but his look of mock disgust was soon replaced with something much brighter as Hobi enveloped his frame in a backwards hug.

Giving Jungkook’s firm chest a pat, you climbed off his lap and sat beside him, your thighs still touching, as he and Hobi started recapping what they saw while scouting the west side of the enemy’s forces. Overall, nothing had really changed since your dear asshat and Tae had checked that area a couple days ago. The same patrol rotations, same camp locations, same array of weapons.

While Jin began to ladle out soup for everyone, Tae seated himself next to you and rested his grey head on your shoulder, asking how much longer it would be until the palace troops arrived. The remainder of the group gathered around the fire and settled down to eat together, and Yoongi grumbled out that Jooheon, the magic user he was corresponding with, said by tomorrow evening or the following morning.

Almost here… which means there’s a high chance I might die soon… and not get to see the upcoming season of Stranger Things. Great. You sighed and took your cup from Jin’s outstretched hand, thanking the male quietly.

But I really don’t want to die. You trailed your gaze over the Saeni with you. And there’s no way I could bear it if any of them died.

“Everything okay, little scorja?” Tae whispered just as Jungkook put a hand on your knee and asked the same question silently with his peridot eyes.

“Yeah, just thinking,” you replied and flashed them both tiny smiles as the sky grew even darker and the sounds of the crackling fire filled your ears.

As long as I’m with you both and the others, we’ll be okay. We have to be.

Repositioning your body for the umpteenth time, you let out a sigh and threw an arm over your eyes to block the blinding brightness of the moon through the treetops. You couldn’t sleep. Your mind simply refused to turn off no matter how many times you mentally scolded it. Releasing another defeated sigh, you pushed yourself up to a sitting position while being careful not to disturb a snoozing Tae beside you. Holding your head in your hands for a few seconds, you cursed your dumb brain for not being able to stop thinking before sliding your blanket off your legs and looking around.

Trees. Darkness. Trees. Darkness. Trees. Jungkook. Darkn-wait.

Backtracking your eyes, you saw Jungkook watching you with an amused expression as he leaned against a tree. Sending him a pout, you shivered as the breeze made you feel the full coolness of the night before standing up and tiptoeing around the jumble of sleeping Saeni.

“It was kind of funny to watch you huff and flop around,” Jungkook whispered as you made your way over.

You gave him a light shove as you settled your shoulder on the trunk beside him. “It’s kinda creepy to watch someone sleep.”

“Try to sleep,” he corrected you with a teasing smirk, eyes glittering in the moonlight.

“Same difference. Still creepy.” You rested your head on the bark and let your eyes graze over his face, noticing that despite how utterly handsome he looked, the bags under his eyes revealed how tired he was. “How are you? How long until you can say your watch has ended?”

“I’ve been fine,” Jungkook shifted closer and reached out to grab your hand and toy with your fingers. “Better now that you’re here with me.”

Letting out a fake gag, you couldn’t help but giggle. “Oof, that was… wow. That was cheesy.”

His nose scrunched as he laughed, agreeing with you, and then he suddenly dropped to the ground and sat with his back to the tree. With the grip he still had on your hand, he tugged you down on top of him, so you were straddling his thighs. The burgundy-haired male placed his other hand on your nape, guiding you toward his lips for a long kiss. Slipping his hand to the front of your neck, he lightly trailed his fingers over the silver chain at your throat, making you whimper into his mouth. You went to pull him even closer to you, craving more, but he pushed you back slightly instead. With a lazy grin on his face, he whispered that it wasn’t the time for making out. He had a duty to be on watch and you were simply too loud and would wake up Yoongi if you continued.

Says the guy who started it. You rolled your eyes, determined not to give him the satisfaction of being whiny.

Meanwhile, he moved both hands to your waist and held you tenderly.

“Come on, you can lean into me and try to sleep.” His peridot eyes were soft as he murmured. “I know my scent calms you so just focus on that.”

Your eyes bulged and you felt heat rise to your face. A bit flustered, you shifted on top of his thighs and asked him how he knew that.

Chuckling, he gave your hips a gentle squeeze. “You always nuzzle into my neck and breathe deeply. Nothing to be embarrassed about sweetheart, just c’mere and get some rest.”

Although you could still feel your face flushing, you nodded in tiny and laid against him.

“If it makes you feel any better,” he whispered into your ear, “I’m just as addicted to your scent. So damn sweet and spicy… just like you and it drives me fucking crazy.”

Oh.

Settling his strong arms around you, he inhaled and placed a kiss to the top of your head, making you smile and feel fuzzy.

And he was right, you did feel more relaxed than you had been on your sleeping mat. This was definitely a softer, warmer, comfier, and all-around better way to sleep. You could finally feel your brain start to wind down.

“You know,” you mumbled into his chest, “this position isn’t very ideal if a draikensu shows up out of the blue.”

Jungkook snorted. “Sure it is. You’re my shield.”

“Hey!” You pinched his torso in retaliation, causing him to flinch and yelp.

Snickering, you could feel your eyes begin to grow heavy and you murmured out a goodnight and thank you to the male holding you. Yet, right as you were about to finally doze off, Jungkook abruptly stiffened.

Cracking your eyes open again, you listened to the forest, but only heard the usual bugs and wind through leaves. Jungkook, though, whispered for you to get up and get behind him.

“Huh?” You leaned back to peer at him, but his eyes were focused on the trees to the left. “What happened to being your shield?”

His peridot gaze flickered back to you briefly, his body alert. “I’m serious, get behind me. Now.”

When you didn’t move, he gripped your waist and stood up, pulling you both to your feet. Once you were balanced on the ground, he reached over his shoulders and wrapped his hands around the hilts of his swords.

You cocked a brow as he yanked the blades from their sheaths. “I’m not going to cower behind you like some stupid damsel, so tell me what’s going on.”

The other Saeni began to stir and you heard one of them sleepily call out the same demand.

“Someone’s coming,” he said through gritted teeth, his jaw set as he stared into the dark forest.

“Alright, cool. Let’s kick their ass.”

Jungkook released a strangled, frustrated groan. “You don’t have your bow, dumbass, and no time to get it. Just get behind me, will you?”

“And you have two swords Coco! Gimme one!”

“For Exia’s sake, could you just lis-”

He cut off his own words as his head jerked to the side. While the kiela and Mingi stumbled to their feet and brandished their own weapons, Jungkook stepped in front of you. His body was on full defense mode as he blocked you from view and lifted his swords. Sighing loudly to announce your annoyance, you were barely able to see around his sturdy frame. Lightly touching his shoulder, you peeked past him and waited for whomever it was to appear. But all you saw was trees and darkness.

Trees and darkness. Trees and darkness. Trees and darkness. Trees and there.

A silhouette formed between the trunks as they jogged through the forest. Though once the person saw Jungkook and his threatening demeanor, as well as the rest of the Saeni ready to fight, they instantly came to a halt and held their hands up in peace.

“Whoa, settle down guys. It’s just me.”

Who?

The male in front of you cocked his head to the side and lowered his arms while taking in the newcomer, as did the rest of the kiela.

“Yugyeom?” Jungkook asked in an incredulous tone.

Again, WHO?

The Saeni, apparently named Yugyeom, waved one of his hands that were still held high, a smile breaking out on his face. “The one and only. How’s it going Kook?”

A funky looking creature that seemed to be a mix between a spider and a scorpion crawled its way across the dirt in front of your knee, though instead of a stinger at the tip of the scorpion-esque appendage, a bright orange feather fluttered in the breeze. Truthfully, you would have been utterly freaked out by the little guy if not for how funny the vibrant feather made him look.

“Viilko,” Tae said beside you.

“Hmm?”

The grey-haired Saeni pointed at the feathered creature with his bow as it scurried beneath some low-hanging shrub leaves. “Viilko.”

You hummed again in acknowledgment before cursing under your breath. The damn viilko made you lose what number you were on. Again.

Sighing, you set about counting your arrows once more, making Tae snort as he sharpened the blades at the end of his bow.

A deep grunt made you glance up from your task and you saw Jungkook with his back to you, his shoulders heaving as he stood over a groaning Yugyeom on the ground.

Yugyeom, as it had been explained to you shortly after he’d arrived last night, had trained with the kiela and they considered him a good friend. He was also one of the few people Jungkook trusted outside of his brothers. The male had been sent ahead of the palace troops with a message that the general wanted to attempt a negotiation with the draikensu and they would be there by nightfall today.

Like that crazy psycho of a god would agree to any terms. You shook your head.

You hadn’t had much of an opportunity to talk to the new male besides a brief introduction last night before he essentially passed out from exhaustion. You had finally fallen asleep not long after him, once again wrapped up in your boyfriend’s arms, and by the time you woke up in the morning, both Yugyeom and Jungkook were gone, having left on one last recon mission that lasted most of the day. As they ran around the forest, you filled the hours by practicing with your bow, doing some light sparring with Yoongi and Hobi, and lounging around in some sun patches with Tae and Jimin. You had been about to doze off in the warmth of the sunlight when Tae jostled you awake and advised you to organize your arrows and tighten your bowstring.

And then these yahoos had to come and interrupt our peace and quiet. You tilted your head as you refocused on the view before you.

Both males were sans shirt for their sparring match, showcasing their sweaty, muscular bodies, and as Jungkook helped his friend to his feet, you found yourself admiring the draeva mark between your boyfriend’s shoulder blades.

Your mouth went dry and a finger twitched, wanting to trace the circles.

Tae cleared his throat, not even looking up from his task but just knowing you were distracted yet again.

You ignored him, though. Too engrossed in the sight of tanned skin and bulging muscles.

As the male with red hair so dark it reminded you of merlot rotated his wrist with a slight grimace, you smiled and cupped your hands in front of your mouth to yell, “Yeah, Coco! Kick his ass!”

Jungkook peered over his shoulder, sending you a cocky smirk and a wink that made you grasp the arrow in your hand just a little harder.

“Ya! Would you stop distracting your girl, Kook!?” Tae leveled the sharpening stone at his brother threateningly.

“Distracting? Distracting?” Your boyfriend asked with a fake scoff while turning around to face you, placing his glistening pecs and abs in full view. “How in Exia’s name am I being distracting?”

Oh Sweet Neptune… You trailed your eyes down his body, drinking in the specimen that was Jeon Jungkook in all his sexy, sweaty glory.

Blatantly ogling him, you felt your body grow warm as you raised your gaze and met his eyes that seemed to darken. His jaw ticked as he stared you down and you swear you felt your core pathetically clench around nothing.

Fuck, please pin me against a tree. Biting your lip, you dropped your eyes to roam over his sinful body one more time before returning to his face. Please please please.

So caught up in the overwhelming sight of him, you didn’t even see Yugyeom’s leg flying toward Jungkook’s side until it was almost too late. But Jungkook just winked at you again then quickly pivoted and danced out of the way before it made contact. Just in the nick of time. The burgundy head laughed as his friend whined and they began to spar once more.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Tae stood up and positioned himself behind you before picking up your still-sitting form and rotating you so the two fighting Saeni were out of your immediate line of sight. “You need to finish this, little scorja. The troops will be here in a few hours and I know your ass won’t do it once they get here.”

Sending a small glare to the blue-eyed male, you huffed and did your best to filter out the sounds of grunting and fists hitting flesh as you began counting once more since he was completely correct. There was no way you would do this later. But you told yourself if you finished fast enough, you could return to a patch of yellow-orange warmth before the sun set and if you were lucky, Jungkook would join you… and if you were even luckier, he would still be shirtless.

Alright, Y/N, let’s get your counting on. Sun patches and hot, shirtless boyfriend await! Chop Chop!

…

Shit… that made me lose count again.

You sighed and vowed it would be the last time.

Okay, NOW it’s time to get my counting on. Let’s do this.

Sitting out of the way with your back against a wide oak tree, you watched the palace troops bustle around as they yelled, enacted more tents, started more fires, and threw up additional magic shields. They’d arrived right around nightfall, just as Yugyeom had said they would, marching in and waking you and Jungkook up from your nap, and it was… a lot.

Suddenly being around so many people was not doing much to settle your nerves about the impending battle. Not being able to speak with Jimin, Jungkook or Tae, or any of the kiela, or even Mingi wasn’t helping either. Within mere minutes of the troops’ arrival, General Son Seungdeuk had called for a meeting with Mingi and the kiela, and your non-Saeni ass was not invited to join. Namjoon had tried though, saying you had collected intel too, but General Son wouldn’t have it since you weren’t a BTS Saeni. He knew you had shared the information with the others, so you didn’t need to be included. So you weren’t. The boys felt bad, but you’d assured them it was fine. Giving them a salute and a smile, you urged them to hurry up and go then watched them follow the general into his freshly set up tent.

That had been over two hours ago.

Whatever, it’s probably a boring and stuffy meeting anyway. Crossing your arms, you peered into a nearby fire.

The flames spat and flickered, burning away at the wood. One of the logs collapsed, sending a puff of smoke and a collection of sparks into the air.

As you watched the smoke lazily rise, you heard your name being called and turned to see Yugyeom strutting through the mass of trees and troops, his merlot hair glowing almost purple in the firelight.

Lifting your hand to wiggle your fingers a bit, you greeted the male and tilted your head curiously as he sat down next to you.

Noticing your perplexed look, Yugyeom quickly asked, “Oh, it’s okay if I sit with you, right?”

“Yeah… I’m just sort of surprised you want to, I guess,” you replied honestly with a shrug.

“I would have come to keep you company sooner, but I had to report to my officer and drop off some maps at the meeting and-wait. Why are you surprised?”

Pursing your lips, you looked back to the fire as you explained how although he was the kiela’s friend, you hadn’t even known him for more than a day. You’d figured that meant he wouldn’t want to talk to you after the palace forces arrived. Plus, you weren’t blind to the stares you got from the Saeni troops. Specifically at your ears. They would point and whisper among themselves as they walked past, making you roll their eyes at their adolescent gossip. But it also made you consider that nobody except for Mingi and the kiela would want to be around you since you were different.

Sheepishly, you glanced at the male after you finished to gauge his reaction, but he only flicked your arm.

“Sure, we barely know each other, but you seem cool. Saeni or not.” Yugyeom smiled before gently nudging you with his forearm. “And I want to get to know you better because you’re obviously vey important to my friends… especially Kook.”

His smile turned sly and he sent you a wink.

You felt your cheeks heat up and you gave the male a tiny shove, causing him to burst out into laughter.

Yugyeom tipped his head back and rested it against the oak tree as he quieted back down. “It was a little shocking, not going to lie. He doesn’t let many people in, but, fuck, wouldn’t shut up about you when we went scouting this morning.”

Not letting yourself linger on the fact Jungkook talked about you to his friend, you snorted as you recalled how rocky your relationship started out with the peridot-eyed male. “Trust me, he couldn’t stand me for a hot minute. He had a few issues with me, and I didn’t like his attitude. We bickered a lot. Like a lot.”

“You didn’t take his shit even when you first met? Damn…” The male whistled approvingly. “You’ve got some gojcha girl.”

“So I’ve been told.” You gave him a crooked grin. “Hobi said the same thing after I called Kook out for choking me and not doing it, uh… properly, if you know what I mean.”

The merlot head clapped his hands together while erupting into more boisterous laughter, making some Saeni turn their heads. “Shit, I wish I could have witnessed that! The poor sprout probably didn’t know whether he wanted to stab you or fuck you after that.”

You couldn’t help but giggle too, feeling much more at ease now that you had someone to converse with. For the first time since the Saeni troops had come, you weren’t dwelling on the draikensu or what the boys were talking about or how you were going to reach the rift. You felt relaxed and somewhat normal.

Thank you Yugyeom… You looked at him gratefully.

“Wai-Wait…” The male struggled to get the words out while turning to face you and clutching at your arm for attention. “Why was he choking you!?”

“Ah, yeah, that probably needs some context.” You chuckled while picking up a stick by your side and twirling it in your fingers.

After a thoughtful moment, you began telling the story of how you met the kiela.

“Alright, so Jimin’s punk ass lied to me….”

“And-And this one time-” Yugyeom slapped his thigh repeatedly while throwing his head back. “Kook disarmed the instructor during a lesson and proceeded to give him advice!”

“I remember that!” Taehyung chimed in, giggling at the memory. “Instructor Hyun was practically spitting and threw him out of the lesson!”

“Not my fault he didn’t know what he was doing,” Jungkook grumbled beside you, causing everyone to erupt into more laughter around the crackling fire.

As your shoulders shook, you gave the male a sympathetic pat on the arm. “I know, Coco, I know. How dare such peasants be in your vicinity?”

Peridot eyes glared at you, and you responded by sticking your tongue out at him.

The boys were released from their meeting with General Son about two and a half hours ago and had found you and Yugyeom soon after. Joining you on the ground, they told you the general dispatched a messenger to the draikensu lines to see if they would be willing to meet for negotiations despite them warning the general no good would come of it. The only thing Uzjuk would accept would be Jimin’s head on a spike… and that was not happening. Besides, even if he wasn’t someone you all cared for, killing Jimin would bring absolutely no benefit to your side. Literally all it would do is destroy the only thing capable of stopping the dark god. Yet, regardless of the boys repeating that fact over and over, the general still wanted to attempt a deal.

Dumbass.

After they explained the General Son’s decision, Yoongi and Tae had begun complaining about being cold under the night sky, so you all had scooted over to the closest fire and claimed it as yours. While waiting for the messenger to return, you and the males passed the time by telling stories. You started by sharing the tale of an adolescent Jimin pissing himself in the airport the first time he had to take a flight to a dance competition. To retort, he detailed the instance where your leggings had a hole in the crotch during an entire performance, giving the judges and audience full view of your Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles panties. Jin followed by describing how Yoongi once fucked up the glamour spell and changed all their armor to a shining neon purple. Hobi then told of the time Namjoon accidentally called a high-ranking officer ‘motherfucker’ instead of ‘ma’am’ because of his nerves.

Basically, you were all trying to embarrass the fuck out of each other.

Shifting closer to Jungkook, you moved the hand on his arm to his thigh to steady yourself as you leaned in to whisper in his ear. “It’s actually pretty hot you were showing up the instructors.”

He looked down at you and sent a wolfish grin. “Is it now?”

“Mhmm…” You trailed your hand just a little higher on his strong thigh, making the male stiffen and narrow his eyes.

“Careful sweetheart.”

“Ugh, there they go again. Nasty.” You heard Yoongi say under his breath, which made you turn to address the magic user.

Peering over the flames, you pointedly stared at how close he and the kiela’s spy were sitting, their hands just a hair away from touching, as you raised a brow. “What was that? Is there something you would like to share with the class?”

His pink eyes widened in alarm and he quickly looked away while mumbling that there wasn’t. Hobi’s face downturned into a concerned frown as he gently rubbed the mint-haired Saeni’s back and asked what was wrong, but that only caused the tips of Yoongi’s ears to burn red.

For fuck’s sake, can they please just get together already?

Sighing at the duo, you leaned into Jungkook’s side and gazed upwards for a moment to look at the swaying treetops through the moonlight and smoke. It reminded you of that one night a couple years back, when you and Jimin were bright-eyed freshmen drinking on your dorm’s rooftop.

“Yo, Slim Jim, remember that time whe-”

A loud curse succeeded by yelling cut you off.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you exchanged confused glances with the males before rising from the ground and following after the sounds. The boys trailed behind you as you jogged and weaved through the gathering Saeni, curious as to what was going on. You hopped over a series of tree roots and slipped past a collection of shoulders, then you stopped in your tracks as you caught sight of what caused the outbursts.

A female covered in blood, barely holding herself up on her hands and knees. Slashes and cuts on her torso, bite marks on her forearms, and bruises blooming all across her skin. Her body shook as she coughed up blood, painting the ground a dark red beneath her. Whimpers and groans escaped past her lips as she trembled.

You could sense the boys arrive at your back.

“Oh my goddess, she was the messenger,” Jimin whispered in shock.

Covering your mouth, you watched as she clutched at the pebbles and twigs and tried to crawl forward.

“H-He said we l-leave by morning…” The crimson-coated female struggled to raise her head. “Or we…”

She hacked up more blood.

“Or we all die.”

Then, she fully collapsed to the ground.

You swallowed hard as Yoongi and a few other Saeni swore and pushed through the mass of people, some hands flaring up with magic as they rushed toward the female.

Jimin shakily reached for your hand.

You met Jungkook’s hardened gaze.

And panic broke out around you.

You were silent yet alert as Namjoon went over General Son’s new plan. It had been a little over an hour since the messenger came back nearly on her deathbed - bloody, beaten, and bitten. Thankfully, she would be fine. The magic users had healed her, not completely to reserve their energy, but enough that she was stable for now.

In the wake of her return, while Yugyeom left to meet with his commanding officer, you could almost see the fear begin to ripple through some of the troops. Most had only heard stories of draikensu savagery, but not many had seen it with their own eyes. Now that they had, they were appalled. Horrified. Scared.

You couldn’t blame them. But you also knew there was nothing else you could do except face them. You had to.

Because Jimin had to close the rift. And you and everyone else were going to be the distraction that allowed him to slip behind enemy lines and do just that.

General Son had pinpointed an area about two miles northeast that dropped to open field but had high ground overlooking the south and eastern sides, which would provide you with a major advantage for archers. Hence why he decided that would be the place where you would engage the draikensu.

“Archers leave in twenty to secure the cliffs,” The yellow-eyed Saeni turned his attention to you and paused for a moment before saying, “That includes you, little scorja.”

Your eyes widened even though you shouldn’t have been surprised. You were an archer, after all. It made sense. But the sudden knowledge of being separated from the boys you had grown so attached to had you breathing faster.

Twenty minutes… twenty minutes is all I might have left with them. With the kiela… with Jimin… TaeTae… Kookie…

Tears began to well up in your eyes, but you blinked rapidly, deeply inhaled, and nodded in understanding to the leader of the kiela, who gave you a weak half-smile before continuing.

“The ground forces will head out in a few hours, right before sunrise. Remember our mission is to keep the draikensu busy to allow Chim and Mingi to get to the rift undetected. If we fail, everything fails.”

No one spoke as Namjoon finished, but millions of thoughts sprinted through your mind. It was so loud… but silent. The only actual noises coming from the snapping of burning wood, the rustling of leaves, and other hushed conversations occurring throughout the forest.

In a quiet voice, Namjoon urged you to get your things together.

Sniffling, you forced yourself to raise your chin and nod again.

This won’t be goodbye. This won’t be goodbye. This won’t be goodbye.

Mingi, Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, and Tae all looked at you somberly, as if they knew what was going on in your head. Hobi grinned and threw up what you supposed was meant to be a reassuring thumbs up. You couldn’t get yourself to muster an enthusiastic response, but it did make you crack a tiny smile. Though when you shifted your gaze to Jungkook, the smile vanished and you felt your stomach drop. He wasn’t even looking at you. Just staring at the orange flames with a clenched jaw and fisted hands. You started to breathe laboriously again. You needed him to just look at you. Send you a cocky smirk and tell you everything would be fine.

But he didn’t.

So, you made yourself tear your eyes away to focus on your best friend… but the sight of his chin trembling and tears glistening in his amber eyes made a lump lodge itself in your throat.

This won’t be goodbye. This won’t be goodbye. This won’t be goodbye!

Sucking in a shaky inhale, you looked up at the night sky and tried to get a grip on yourself.

This won’t be goodbye. This can’t be goodbye.

As if sensing you were about to lose it, Tae quickly made his way over and gently took your hand. “Let’s get your things.”

You allowed him to lead you away, face blank and empty as you did your best to hold yourself together. But, once the rest of the boys were out of sight, you let out a choked sob and finally let your tears roll down your face.

“It’s okay, little scorja, let it out. Let it all out so you can be strong.” Tae rubbed his thumb soothingly across the back of your hand as he guided you past the fires, Saeni, and trees.

Your chest shuddered as you tried to suck in air. You knew the Saeni around you were staring, but you couldn’t bring yourself to give a damn. All you could think of was that you had to leave, and you were terrified.

Holding a thin branch so it didn’t whip back into your face, Tae’s pained eyes met yours and you whimpered. Neither of you said anything, though. Just let the sadness float over you both as you made it to the partially hidden spot behind a shrub where you had left your backpack, quiver, and bow. Not letting go of Tae’s hand, you bent to grab a backpack strap.

But as soon as you reached for it, another sob raked your body and you folded over. “I don’t wanna-”

You fell to your knees and wrapped an arm around your stomach.

“I don’t wanna lose you. Any of you. I don’t want to be alone.”

Dropping to his own knees, Tae pulled you into him and squeezed you tight while letting you cry into his shoulder. You clutched at him, needing something to anchor you as emotions poured out of your eyes and past your lips. After a minute of his comfort and your tears, you pulled back, wiped at your cheeks, and whispered a thank you. He gave you small smile and asked if you were ready. Taking a deep breath, you shivered at the breeze and grabbed your backpack while standing back up. After slinging a strap over your shoulder, you did the same with your quiver, then bent once last time to pick up your bow. Finally, you squared your shoulders, which made Tae’s blue eyes brighten, and marched back to the boys with your head held high.

This WON’T be goodbye.

You power walked through the milling Saeni, many of them embracing or clasping the arms of their fellow troops. Others were settling down to get what little sleep they could.

You walked past the fires, feeling their heat come and go.

You walked around fully-grown trees and tiny saplings.

You walked beneath the moonlight and leaves.

You walked over sticks and twigs and rocks.

You walked, determined to be strong and to believe that this wouldn’t be the last time you saw them.

You walked until you made it made it back to the boys.

Letting your backpack fall from your shoulder with a thump, which caused most of their eyes to swivel to you, you then eased your quiver and bow down on top of it.

There was no doubt they could smell the saltiness of your dried tears, see the puffiness of your red eyes. But you didn’t care.

As you stared at the males scattered around the fire, Jungkook only spared you a quick glance before returning his gaze to the blazing flames.

It caused a twinge in your heart but you chose to ignore it for now.

Instead, you strode over to Namjoon and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him close and telling him to be safe and watch his back. And if he forgot, then you would do it for him.

“Thank you. Make sure you take care of yourself, yeah?” He smiled and his dimples seemed even deeper in the glowing light of the fire.

You both stepped away, and you moved on to Jin, murmuring a fond ‘Papa’ as you wound your arms around his torso.

“I’m looking forward to trying more of your cooking after this… and hearing more of your dumb jokes.”

“Ya, you tyrant! They’re not dumb! They’re impeccable jokes, thank you very much.” He shook you in his arms playfully before turning more serious. “But, of course, little scorja. I’ll make you anything you want. Be safe.”

The raven-haired male flicked a finger under your chin once then wandered over to stand with Namjoon.

Next was Mingi, who’s hazel eyes were round and glossy as he embraced you. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep him safe. I’ll protect him. I promise.”

You patted his back while tightly shutting your eyes. “I know you will, but I want you to promise you’ll protect yourself too.”

The guard leaned away and rested both his hands on your shoulders, making you open your eyes to meet his gaze. “I promise.”

Satisfied, you slid your hands to rest on his arms for a heartbeat before removing yourself and walking to Hobi, feeling both warm and cold at the same time.

As soon as you were close enough, the white-haired male yanked you into a hug and hummed while rocking you back and forth. You felt the multitudes of straps crisscrossing his body and the coolness of his blades under your fingers as you let out a sad laugh.

“I don’t know for sure if everything will be okay, but… everything will be okay, little scorja,” he whispered into your ear, “Just have faith in yourself and in us and be brave.”

“I’ll try my best. Don’t run out of knives.” You smiled softly while giving him one last squeeze and letting go.

Shuffling to Yoongi, he surprised you by grabbing your wrist and tugging you against his chest.

He held you lightly and murmured, “I may act indifferent most of the time, but I really care about you. Remember what I’ve taught you and kick some fucking ass, alright?”

You pressed your lips together and slowly inhaled as he smoothed a hand over your hair.

“I’ll remember,” you whispered back, “and I’ll be on the lookout for your blue sparkles so I can watch you destroy some draikensu fuckers in style.”

“I’ll try to make it entertaining, just for you.”

You both pulled away and sent each other easy grins, and yours grew when you saw his endearing gumline make an appearance.

You went to turn and was suddenly tackled by a body with apricot hair. His breathing was heavy and uneven, and you felt droplets hit your shoulder as he clung to you.

“No no no no no. Don’t cry, please don’t cry because you’re gonna make me cry again.” Your voice went higher in pitch as you placed your arms around your best friend’s neck and rested your face on his front.

“You don’t have to go.” His words were slightly muffled from talking against your skin. “You can stay here and be safe. You don’t have to go.”

You took a long, deep breath and willed yourself to keep it together and not give in to the rising urge to join your best friend’s tears.

Gently detaching yourself from him, you reached up to cradle his cheek and used your thumb to clear some of his tears. “I’m gonna go. I can’t just sit around here and wait.”

Jimin’s lower lip wavered and he tried to say something, but no sound came out.

You gave him the best smile you could, but it faltered a bit. “I’m your best friend, Slim Jim. You can’t get rid of me easily. We’ll see each other again.”

Leaning his face into your palm, he closed his amber eyes and covered your hand with his. “I love you, Y/N. You know that, right?”

“Of course I do, you big doofus. I love you too.”

You pulled him in for one, last hug, then stepped away before you could change your mind. With a sniffle, Jimin hastily moved around you and into Hobi’s arms, who held him as more tears cascaded down his face.

You looked down at the ground and fisted your hands on your thighs as you felt a lone tear make its way down your cheek. As it dripped off your chin, you made yourself pivot and start walking toward Tae. Though as you did, he shook his head and gestured to his younger brother, who was still staring into the fire as if it was his lilfeline.

You paused, taking in the male.

“Kookie…?” You gingerly called out to him.

There was no response beyond a tick in his jaw which made your chest tighten painfully.

Hearing the others move back a little to give you two some sense of privacy, you hesitated for just a moment before treading over to Jungkook.

You stopped right beside him and placed a hand on his bicep, trying to coax him into looking, saying, doing something. “Jungkook?”

No response.

“Kookie, please… please… I-I need you right now.”

Your resolve started to break again as the person you cared for so much refused to acknowledge you.

“I really really fucking need you. Please, just… something. Anything. I…” You trailed off as a gasping sob came from your lips and you dug your fingers into his arm.

As if a switch had been turned, Jungkook whined and yanked you close so he could hug you desperately. Strong arms surrounded you and he buried his face into your neck.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeated over and over like a mantra, his voice strained. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart, I’m just- I’m scared.”

“Me too,” you admitted quietly, hands starting to shake.

“I don’t… I can’t lose you.”

You breathed in the familiar scent of steel and florets, trying to calm down. For once, it actually made things worse. All you wanted to do was stay by his side, but you couldn’t. Being with him would only slow him down, make him lose focus. You would distract him. You would get him hurt.

You shook your head at the thought and nuzzled further into him. “I’ll be okay, I won’t be in the mess of things. I’m more worried about you.”

“I’m the best, sweetheart, nothing will happen to me.” He traced a light fingertip against the rune on your nape, making you tremble even more. “No need to worry.”

You let out a pathetic snort as the wind picked up and made the trees groan. “Cocky as always.”

“Just the truth.” He smirked against your skin.

In your peripherals, you could see Saeni holding bows start to gather a little ways away.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself just a few more seconds of Jungkook before unwinding your arms from his middle. Though before you could move away entirely, he used the hand behind your neck to hold you still while crashing his mouth against yours. He kissed you with all he had, searing the feeling of his lips against yours into memory.

Then he released you and placed a final, tender kiss to your forehead. “Time for you to go sweetheart. Hyung will take you to the archers.”

You flickered your gaze to the side to see Tae waiting for you, blue eyes swimming with emotion. Biting your lip, you removed yourself from Jungkook’s arms but stared into the beautiful peridot eyes that always captivated you.

“I… um, I think I…” You struggled, trying to find a way to say what you wanted.

I think I love you.

Jungkook just softly smiled and tucked some of your hair behind an ear. “You can tell me later, go on.” He gave you a tiny nudge toward his brother.

This isn’t goodbye. You reminded yourself, and let your body be pushed away. I can tell him later.

Not looking back at Jungkook or the other boys, you jogged away from the warmth of Jungkook and the fire and over to your things.

“Ready, little scorja?” Tae asked in a small voice.

You picked up your backpack, quiver, and bow. “As I’ll ever be.”

Taking your hand, he tugged you toward the other archers. Past the fires, around fully-grown trees and tiny saplings, beneath the moonlight and leaves, over sticks and twigs and rocks. Away from your new family.

Slowing down when you reached the group, he gave your hand a pump and went to say something but was interrupted by a voice shouting for you.

Looking over your shoulder, you saw Jungkook running over. Skidding to a stop a few feet away, he thrust something at you. It took you a couple seconds to register what it was, and your eyes bugged out when you did.

“Are… are you sure?” You looked up at his face, uncertainty coursing through you as the ruby gemstone of Jungkook’s dagger winked at you in the low light. “It’s so important to you.”

“You’re more important.” He placed the weapon and its belt into your hand then enclosed your fingers around it. “If you drop or lose your bow, use this okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered.

“Okay.” Jungkook smiled. “I lo-… I’ll see you soon sweetheart.”

With that, he turned and ran back to his brothers. Tightening your hold on the ruby-hilted dagger, you held it against your chest and watched him disappear into the dark. Once he was gone, Tae muttered something under his breath that you couldn’t quite catch, making you tilt your head at him curiously. Waving you off, he pulled you into a hug.

“I wish I could go with you bu-”

“I know, you’re a special, one of a kind, kickass archer who fights better in close proximity.”

“Your words, not mine.”

You chuckled and gave his but a tiny poke as someone gave the order to start heading out.

Tae pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Bye, little scorja. Be safe. Love you.”

“Love you too, TaeTae.” You returned with a cheek smooch of your own. “You better come back safe and sound or else I’m gonna whoop your ass.”

“Well, I have to come back safe and sound now. I don’t wanna get my butt whooped.” He laughed and showcased his boxy smile before taking a step back.

And another.

And another.

And another.

You felt yourself growing colder with each one.

His smile fell slightly as he waved. Then he pivoted and left.

Leaving you alone.

This isn’t goodbye.

You copied his actions, turning on your heel and joining the departing Saeni while you tightly gripped your bow and Jungkook’s dagger.

This isn’t goodbye.

Crouching at the edge of the cliff, you felt the dirt and rocks dig into your knee. One hand grasped the bow at your side as you peered over into the dark expanse below. The field was mostly barren, only a few lone trees scattered throughout the grass. It was an eerie open blankness that seemed emptier under the moonlight.

But in several hours, it would be different.

It would be stained red with blood. Littered with bodies. Filled with the screams of the dying and yells of the defiant. Soon, this peaceful, quiet land would turn into a battlefield.

You wouldn’t be down in the chaos, but you would be taking your part in it. Sending arrow after arrow into unexpecting bodies. Making them fall and bleed out onto the earth.

And you would do it without a second thought.

Because people you cared for, people you loved would be down there fighting for there lives and you would do everything you could to protect them. To give them one less enemy to go up against. So you wouldn’t hesitate to draw your bowstring and shoot an arrowhead into draikensu flesh.

Anything to help your family.

You released a long exhale, admiring the field for another minute as you traced a finger against the gemstone on the dagger now strapped to your side. After a final glance to the glowing moon, you crept back to your sleeping mat and threw your blanket over your legs.

If you wanted to protect them, you needed to get as much rest as you could before sunrise, even if it was only a couple hours. Most of the other archers were doing the same. There were some Saeni who were too restless for sleep, though, and had volunteered to stay up and keep watch. You could see a few of them leaning back against trees nearby, softly talking among themselves.

With a sigh, you laid back and curled onto your side while folding an arm behind your head. You forced yourself to ignore the emptiness beside you. The lack of warmth. It was the first time you were sleeping alone in weeks and it felt so foreign, so… wrong.

Don’t think about it, Y/N. You slept alone all the time before this whole thing, you can do it again.

Tugging your blanket higher, you made yourself concentrate on the darkness behind your closed eyes and counting your long breaths backwards from five hundred.

Five hundred ninety-five… five hundred ninety-four… five hundred ninety-three…

…

You finally fell asleep somewhere around thirteen.

The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon as the Saeni troops stood in formation on the field below. You were positioned far down the eastern side, close to where the rocky ground finally ended and dropped off, and you had near perfect view of the field and soldiers below. Your fingers anxiously tapped against your thigh as you knelt at the cliff’s edge and continuously looked between them and the trees on the other side of the clearing. The draikensu hadn’t yet revealed themselves, but you knew they had to be coming.

It was sunrise.

It was only a matter of time.

Shifting on the rock, you squinted and tried to search through the hazy dawn to find a shimmer of burgundy hair, a flash of blue light, or a glinting metallic body, but everything muddled together. You couldn’t see them.

Maybe it’s for the best.

The archer to your left, the one with the long pastel pink hair, fidgeted and mumbled to himself again. He had been doing that for the past forty minutes or so.

Flexing your fingers, you observed the thousands of Saeni standing together. You weren’t sure how they were segmented, if at all. If kielas stuck together or if they were grouped by weapon or some other factor. You didn’t even know how battles worked for Exia’s sake. Would they stand across from each other and slowly march forward while letting the magic users exchange blows like some 17th century battle reenactment? Would both sides immediately sprint toward each other and begin fighting like they so often do on Vikings? Would the draikensu use guerilla tactics and have traps planted throughout the forest? Or would the enemy resort to a defensive strategy and stay back to protect the rift with all their forces?

You prayed to the gods it wasn’t the last one, because then General Son’s plan would instantly fall to shit, and the battle would be over before it ever started.

You didn’t think it would be the last one, though. If there was one thing you’d learned about Uzjuk and his posse of dark Saeni, it was that they never passed over a chance to kill and destroy.

And this was a very large opportunity for them to do just that.

Rays of morning light began to shine across the sky, making everything a bit brighter and coloring the world a radiant gold. Though, for now, most of the field was still covered in shade.

You made yourself breath slowly as you lightly touched the feather charm on your choker and listened to the forest. To the birds and the bugs, the creaking of trees, and the scuttling of small creatures in the underbrush.

To the sound of thousands of feet hitting the ground.

Your eyes widened and the pastel-haired Saeni interrupted his muttering to yelp out a curse.

“They’re coming,” someone down the line warned in a low voice.

Okay… okay okay okay. Here we go. Everything is going to be fine. You’re a scorja, you’re strong, you can do this.

You pulled an arrow out of your quiver and loosely notched it while the troops below drew their weapons, the ringing of metal reverberating in your ears.

On the field, one Saeni strode out before them all, holding his spear high in the air. General Son.

“On this day, with the sun shining down upon us, we will look darkness in its face. We may tremble, our bodies may bleed, and our swords may break… but we will not let the darkness prevail any longer!

“As one, we will stand together! As one, we will fight together and die together!”

General Son slammed the butt of his spear into the earth and roared.

The soldiers echoed, pounding their weapons against the ground or their chests.

“Do not fear death, my brothers and sisters… for our mother goddess will embrace you with open arms and Exia shall raise her cup in salute to your bravery!”

He brought his spear down again as he tilted his head back and yelled into the morning sky.

You and the other soldiers followed, screaming with all you had as the draikensu drew closer.

“STAND TALL SOLDIERS OF ILLAIN! STAND TALL AND FIGHT FOR YOUR FAMILIES, YOUR FRIENDS, YOUR KING, YOUR GODDESS. STAND TALL WITH ME, WITH EACH OTHER! STAND TALL IN THE MORNING LIGHT OF ILLAI!”

General Son let his voice sing across the clearing as he turned to face the opposite side of the field while you and the Saeni shouted into the open air once more.

Your heart beat wildly, and you breathed heavily. The sun was warm on your back, but you shivered from the adrenaline now rampaging through your veins.

The draikensu answered your screams with their own, whooping and hollering tauntingly as they ran through the trees.

Your hands began to shake, and you squeezed your eyes shut. Alright, death registration. You know the drill. Let’s do this one last time.

Releasing an unstable exhale, you reopened your eyes and stared into the trees. Waiting.

“Remember, if they move to attack right away, we go loose,” the female beside you reminded the archers close by.

You didn’t forget, but you nodded to yourself.

If they attack, we go loose. If they attack, we go loose. If they attack, we go loose.

The crazed shrieks of the draikensu were so loud now, they had to almost be upon you. The sounds echoed off the trees, filled your ears. Their footsteps seemed to vibrate the earth.

And then they broke through the tree line.

Scourges of draikensu sprinted out of the forest. So many it seemed like they were overflowing and spilling out. And they gave no signs of stopping. They were heading straight toward the Saeni front line.

In the distance, an archer called out the order to take aim while General Son yelled for shields.

It took a second for the order to register because you were so taken back by the draikensu pouring out of the trees, but then you quickly inhaled, raised your bow, and drew back. As you searched for your first target, glowing light began to flare up throughout the Saeni ranks.

You hurriedly shifted your eyes over the multitudes of colors, picking out several areas that lit up blue, but only one stood out as Yoongi’s magic. It was far away, toward the other side of the field, but the mint hue was unmistakable.

All of the sudden, a semi-translucent rainbow wall flashed to life in the middle of the field between the Saeni and the charging draikensu. The enemy slammed into the barrier; most being stopped in their tracks but some managing to slip through.

It was just like the shield Yoongi had enacted around Juufa’s temple. Only much bigger.

The few who were able to push through were immediately downed by archers from the south side of the cliffs.

“Loose!” A Saeni screamed somewhere down the line to the left.

Shit, right.

You narrowed your eyes and peered down your arrow, picking out a draikensu and slowly exhaling. Then, as the mass of archers around you let of their bowstrings and sent a round of arrows into the enemy, you did the same.

You couldn’t tell if it was your arrow or someone else’s, but the person you had been targeting was hit in the chest and the impact caused them to clutch at the shaft now embedded in their body before falling to their knees.

You hastily snatched another arrow from your quiver, aimed, and sent it flying.

You did it again and again and again.

Yells of pain soared into the air, but you didn’t stop.

Volley after volley of arrows were sent into the enemy line where they were held up by the magical shield, and any that were able to get through the colorful barrier made it no more than thirty feet before they were shot down.

The bodies piled up. But more continued to emerge from the forest.

You reached a hand over your shoulder for a new arrow as a gust of wind disturbed your hair and conjured goosebumps along your skin, but all your actions stilled as a mix of maroon, purple, and yellow light erupted from the trees.

With your heart pounding in your chest, you watched three draikensu stroll out from the greenery, their hands pulsating with the glow of magic.

Oh, shit. Oh, FUCK.

“Take them down!” And archer yelled as the dark magic users raised their hands. “Take them down now!”

You grabbed an arrow, notched, and aimed while shadows gathered at a singular spot on the shield’s surface, causing it to ripple.

Their magic.

“Alright, you fuckers, let’s stop right there,” you hissed.

As if she heard you over the distance, wind, and wails, the magic user closest to you lowered her amethyst-glowing hand and peered at the cliff. Your eyes went wide and you cursed under your breath as she seemed to stare directly at you.

You released the bowstring, sending your arrow screaming toward her chest, as did the other archers.

Not a single one thumped into their bodies, though. They all bounced off a dark purple shield fabricated by the magic user just moments before the arrows landed home. It encased both her and her two buddies, making it impossible for you to hit them.

The other two were still attacking the barrier in the middle of the field, the shadows they created causing that spot to warp and distort even more. Whatever their magical counter was, it allowed more draikensu to slip through the increasingly darkening spot. Not all at once, but enough that the southern archers weren’t able to kill them all. Some were reaching the Saeni front line.

Your breath caught in your throat as they engaged with each other, the ringing of clashing metal resonating across the sky.

Returning your eyes to the middle of the field, you saw the shield’s colors were growing muddy. It was growing darker and darker as the shadows penetrated its surface. It almost looked like veins of darkness were spreading out from where the shadows drilled into the magic.

The shield cracked.

And a moment later part of it shattered, leaving a large, gaping hole that caused the draikensu forces to shriek in delight and rush through.

The rest of the shield held itself together for one… two… three… four… five more seconds.

Then it flickered and disappeared entirely.

Slashing diagonally, Jungkook cut into a male’s chest. Blood spattered onto his upper leg as the draikensu fell. Before his previous target even hit the ground, the burgundy head spun and thrust one of his blades deep into the belly of a female while parrying the strike of a curved sword with the other.

Grunts and screams were all around him. The clanging of metal against metal filled his ears. Crimson coated his fingers and the smell of iron permeated his nostrils.

Yanking his blade from the female’s gut, he kicked her away before stabbing his now freed short sword into the thigh of the draikensu who’s attack he blocked. As the male’s leg gave out underneath him, Jungkook dislodged the blade, adjusted his grip on the handle, and quickly cut the male’s throat. The action caused the draikensu to drop his sword and clutch at his neck. Blood poured over his hands and he gargled while collapsing into the dirt, the life in his eyes dissipating as the blood from his body spilled onto the earth.

Breathing hard, the Saeni caught movement out of the corner of his eye and sidestepped the swing of an axe. The blade so close he could feel the disturbance it caused to the air. Blood and sweat dripped down Jungkook’s face as he leveled his gaze on the new opponent. The draikensu sneered, peeling her lip back from her teeth while pointing her axe in his direction.

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Jungkook rushed the female. Ducking below her next attack, he continued forward and dragged the edge of sword along her calf, which caused her knee to buckle. At the same time, he rotated his torso and brought his other blade upwards to slice at the flesh on her side. She gasped and faltered a step while Jungkook dug his heel into the ground and narrowed his eyes. Hissing in pain, the female swung her axe wide, but the burgundy head jumped backwards to avoid the weapon.

Placing a hand over her bleeding side, the draikensu bared her teeth and snarled, “I’m going to cut off that pretty head of yours.”

Jungkook tightened his fingers around his short swords but didn’t bother replying. With a growl, the draikensu brought her hand back to the axe’s shaft and heaved the weapon toward him. Dodging the axe bit, Jungkook swiftly pivoted and dashed forward, carving into the female’s torso. Using the momentum of his movements, he then slipped behind her and thrust both swords into the junctions of her neck and shoulders. Wrenching the blades out, she toppled to the ground.

Blood dripped off the tips of his swords as Jungkook allowed himself a second to glance up at the eastern cliff again, desperately searching for a glimpse of you.

There, still in the same spot as last time. Relief flooded his heart as he caught sight of you still raining down arrows into enemy lines while surrounded by soft, golden sunlight.

Knowing you were alright gave him the resolve to refocus on the chaos around him. On the male that was running toward him, longsword brandished and ready to be swung.

Gritting his teeth, the peridot-eyed male charged and met him head on.

Letting out a loud yell, Namjoon rammed his shoulder into the draikensu, knocking his opponent back a step and giving the yellow-eyed male space to clobber her with his hammer. The blunt, heavy head of his weapon hit the draikensu’s chest, shattering her sternum and sending her now broken body backwards.

Straight into Jin’s side.

The impact of an unexpected body flung into him caused the eldest member of the kiela to stumble and slip on the dewy, blood-slicked grass and trip over the dirt clods. With a curse, the raven-haired male lost his footing entirely and fell, the limp body of the female pinning down his sword arm. A nearby draiknesu noticed him struggling to get his arm out from under the body, his sword caught on a strap or something. With a gleeful squeal, the draikensu bounded over the corpses strewn on the ground and raised his spear. Ready to impale the partially immobilized raven-haired male.

Jin tried to yank his sword out, to no avail. “Fuck. Shit. Fuckin-fuck it.”

In a last second decision, Jin let go of the sword’s handle and tugged his arm out from underneath the heavy, limp body. Heart pounding in his chest, he rolled to the side just as the spearhead was thrust into the earth right where his head had been. The draikensu yelled and went to retract his weapon but Jin braced his hands against the ground and kicked the male’s legs out from underneath him. The action caused the draikensu to land hard on his back, which forced the air out of his lungs. Before the male could regain his wits, Jin pushed himself up to his knees and crawled on top of the draikensu so he could deliver a punch to the male’s temple. The hit left the male in a daze, allowing Jin to wrap his hands around his opponent’s head. One palm at the chin and the other at the back of the head. Then, the raven-haired Saeni grunted and abruptly pulled the male’s head up and to the side, snapping the neck with a loud pop.

Releasing the draikensu with a sigh, Jin let the male lifelessly flop back to the earth while moving off the body. Focusing his attention on the dead female still on top of his sword, he went to shove her over when a crunching sound came from just behind him. Spinning on his knees, he saw Namjoon following through on a swing that had crumpled a draikensu Jin hadn’t noticed sneaking up on him.

The older Saeni blinked as his leader wiped sweat from his brow.

“Shit, thanks Joon.”

“Sure thing hyung. And sorry about that.” The yellow-eyed Saeni gestured to the dead female.

Shrugging, Jin finally rolled over her body and began started to detangle the hilt of his sword from where it was caught in the straps and loops of her armor. Meanwhile Namjoon covered his back, demolishing any draikensu that dared to come near with precise swings of his destructive hammer.

The seven Saeni could hear the battle as they weaved through the trees, the sick melody of cries and wails piercing their ears. None of them commented on it, though. They had their own job to focus on and entertaining the possibilities of how their comrades were faring would only serve as a distraction.

So, they remained mostly silent as they continued moving in formation, listening to the distant screams and staying alert for potential threats.

Jimin was in the middle of the small pack, escorted by Mingi and a tall, golden-haired female named Ipsa at the front. To his right was a short male who had introduced himself as ‘Geodin,’ and to his left was the archer who requested to be called ‘Stem.’ Bringing up the rear was the whip wielding Koliifa and his sister, Opikal, who had eyes so dark they appeared obsidian.

As the seven looped around the draiknesu’s forces, a light, beautiful voice occasionally floated into Jimin’s head, making tweaks and adjustments to their route. The apricot head would quickly relay the message to the others, but the Saeni didn’t talk much beyond that.

There was too much at stake for casual banter.

They had been moving for about forty-five minutes, heading out just before the sun began to rise, and so far, the plan to go around the enemy was working. Not a single dark Saeni had crossed their path. But that could easily change at any moment, so the group never relaxed.

After they each vaulted over a fallen tree, Ipsa briefly glanced over her shoulder and interrupted their silence. “By any chance, does the mother goddess know if this rift will be out in the open or…?”

“Or if there will be any draikensu guarding it?” Stem added while dipping his head to avoid a branch to the face.

Jimin winced and dug his nails into his palms while his legs rustled the leaves of several plump shrubs. “No and… no.”

One of the Saeni breathed out a curse and the apricot head held back a frustrated groan at how much of a disadvantage they truly had before explaining that Illai could only see the world through his eyes while she was leasing out space in his head. However, she was able to feel the dark energy pulsating from the rift like a beacon, and that was how she was guiding them.

As the terrain started to grow more inclined, Mingi gruffed out, “Each of you were selected for this mission for a reason. Whatever is waiting for us, we can handle it.”

“You know, General Son said we’d be going in with little information,” Opikal piped up from the back in an incredulous tone, “but I didn’t think it would be this little.”

Koliifa snorted beside her while skirting around a thin tree. “Aw, cheer up, sis! It’ll be fun.”

“It’ll be something, alright,” Geodin muttered in response.

Using a collection of tree roots as steps to climb further up the steady slope, Mingi offered how even if there were indeed draikensu guarding the rift, they were probably so pissed they weren’t allowed to join the battle that they won’t be as attentive to their surroundings as they should be.

“And that makes for easy pickings,” Koliifa said as he sent his dark-eyed sister an easy grin.

Opikal just grumbled in return, skepticism swimming in her eyes.

Then, the conversation faded, and the faraway screams once again filled the void of their voices.

His feather earring swung heavily in the air, weighed down by the blood soaked into the fluff. It continuously hit the blue-eyed Saeni’s neck as he fought, which stained the delicate skin a dark crimson.

Tae released his bowstring, sending an arrow flying into the middle of a male’s chest, then lunged to the side while tilting his bow to gouge the razor edge of his weapon into the lower belly of a draikensu. As the male dropped his axe, clutched at his gutted abdomen, and bellowed in pain, Tae retrieved a new arrow from his quiver as his body came to a stop. Quickly scanning over the people fighting around him, he picked a target and embedded the arrow just below their clavicle before he turned and quieted the screaming draikensu by efficiently slicing his throat open.

Following the momentum of his bow, he pivoted on his heel while pulling out another arrow. Tae spotted a female running in his direction and nocked the arrow, but as he went to draw, he caught a flash of metal in his peripheral vision. Diving, he evaded the arcing blade and rolled to a crouch on the dirtied grass. Re-notching the arrow, he allowed the silky fletching to sift through his fingers for just a moment as he hastily relocated the draikensu female.

As soon as he let the arrow fly, Tae found himself dodging another strike of a sword by lurching forward into another roll. The sword wielding female growled at her second miss and geared up for another attack while the grey-haired Saeni rose to his feet. With an aggravated yell, she heaved her large blade toward Tae’s body, but he ducked and spun behind her in one, fluid motion. The sun glared in his eyes and Tae dragged the sharpened edge of his bow up the female’s entire spine, making her stiffen then collapse.

Sucking oxygen into his lungs, Tae slumped for just a moment to catch his breath. Long gone was the natural scent of the forest, rather the stench of iron and death was rich in the air. The once smooth, undisturbed grass of the field was torn up and ravaged. Blood slowly trailed along the curves of the weapon, covering more of it in liquid red until it collected and dripped off toward the ruined earth.

It was a messy, brutal battle.

And it was far from over.

Pressing his lips together, Tae lifted his chin, narrowed his bright blue eyes, and found his next target.

Dropping to the ground, the arrow barely missed your head.

Not many draikensu carried bows since most of them wanted weapons that allowed them to directly carve into flesh, but the handful that did had begun shooting at you and the other archers not too long ago. Which was just great. Fantastic. Splendid.

Your cheek pressed into the sun-heated rock as you contemplated if you should lay low for a minute or get right back up. You blew out a puff of air, disturbing some of the dust beside your face, before pulling your body forward a bit so you could peek over the cliff’s edge.

You raised your head just a smidge and CLINK!

An arrow hit and bounced off the rock just a few feet from your face, making you immediately duck back down to safety.

You breathed in through your nose. Alright, well… this fucking sucks.

As you exhaled, you glanced up just in time to see a Saeni further down the line get hit in the shoulder, blood immediately blossoming around the shaft now buried in her body. A tiny whine escaped past your lips and you squeezed your eyes shut… but all your saw were the corpses littering the field behind your eyelids. Their broken and mangled bodies.

Please don’t be one of them. You sent out a silent prayer to the boys below as your chest rose and fell heavily. Please.

The sound of another arrow sinking into flesh made you clench your fingers around your bow, and you shifted to better lay against the ground and make yourself smaller. But the movement caused the dagger now strapped to your waist to dig into your side and the sensation made you go still with a jolt.

Jungkook…

Fuck, if Jungkook saw you right now… he’d be so disappointed. You were cowering, you were hiding. This wasn’t you.

What am I doing?

You shook your head against the ground, feeling some pebbles grind into your skin, before muttering, “Fuck. This. I need to woman the fuck up.”

Adjusting your body, you bent one leg up toward your head and winced as a decently sized stone scraped against your ankle. Okay, so what if I get shot with an arrow? You forced yourself to scoff while sliding your hands upward along the rock. That’s nothing. That’s just a slightly more painful bee sting.

“I’m a scorja, dammit. I fucking got this.”

One… two… three!

You pushed yourself back up to your knee and snatched an arrow from your quiver. Picking out a draikensu, you aimed. The breeze danced across your face and the sun warmed your back as you squinted and sent the arrow loose. It thumped into the draikensu’s thigh, making you smirk, but as you went to finish her off you heard commotion coming from your right. Furrowing your brows, you spared a glance over but immediately had to double take and stare as your mouth dropped.

Draikensu were pulling themselves up and over the edge of the cliff. The bloody bastards had actually climbed up the vertical rock face.

“For fucks sake…”

They engaged with the archers, working their way down the line. Coming closer and closer to you as more of them crawled into view. They were maybe only forty yards away. Shifting, you repositioned yourself to face north, and as a male began to sprint toward you, you raised your bow.

He was thirty yards out.

You shot, but he managed to evade it.

Twenty yards.

Cursing under your breath, you reached for another arrow.

Ten yards.

Your eyes widened and you tried to move out of the way, but the male rammed straight into you and tackled you to the ground.

You let out a pained grunt as you were slammed down, bow flying out of your grasp, and your heart pounded as the male straddled your torso and held one of your shoulders down with a large hand. His other raised a knife that shined in the sunlight. He aimed it at your chest, and with a wicked smile, plunged the blade down. Throwing your arm up beneath his, you blocked his arm’s descent and stilled the tip of the knife just mere inches from your body. Your trembled as the male sneered and pressed down harder, trying to force the metal into your flesh.

His thighs fully encased your waist, making it impossible to grab the ruby-hilted dagger at your side. Slowly, the knife lowered closer to your heart as his superior strength began to overtake you which made you release a gasping whimper. Desperately, you stretched out your other arm and blindly felt around the ground.

“Why struggle when you’ll just die like the bitch you are anyway?” The male mused, eyes flashing with cruel amusement as you wrapped your hand around what you hand been searching for. “Just let it happe-”

You smashed the fist-sized rock into his skull with a powerful yell.

The strike caused the male’s body to slacken and you used that moment to flip your positions. The movement of the switch, paired with his limpness, made him involuntarily drop the knife. As you righted yourself on top of his thighs, you snatched it from the rocky ground and thrust it hilt deep into his side.

The male wheezed as you wrenched the blade from his flesh, eyes struggling to stay open as he stared up at the sky. His blood began to gush from the wound and pool beneath him while you adjusted your grip on the handle and brought it down again, this time right underneath his sternum.

You were breathing heavily as the male’s gasps turned raspy and more blood leaked from his body.

Then the draikensu released a strangely contented sigh. “My sacrifice is worth it. The key will die while you pathetically fight. The key will die and Uzjuk will reign.”

Your hands tightened around the handle of the blade while the rest of your body froze. “What did you just say?”

A final, rough exhale came from the male’s lips, then his eyes became completely empty and unfocused. You didn’t bother trying to get him to say more. He was dead.

Shit. Okay, he said ‘the key will die,’ but they couldn’t possibly know where Jimin is, unless… fuck, what if they do have people waiting for him at the rift?

Your hands began to tremble as you considered the possibilities. The one that rang loudest in your head was that Jimin was about to blindly run into a death trap. Your best friend was going to die. You pressed the back of your hand to your mouth as you tried to calm yourself, but the thought kept pounding through your mind like a migraine.

Jimin is going to die.

Jimin is going to die.

Jimin is going to die.

I don’t even know where he is and he’s going to die.

You darted your eyes around in panic, noting the other draikensu who had climbed up the cliff face were also death… though they had unfortunately taken some of the Saeni along with them. The remaining archers were back to sniping down at the enemy, not having a slightest clue as to the hysteric dread rampaging in your mind. Pressing both hands to your head, you held back a scream.

I don’t know where he is, but I have to try. I have to try to help him.

Taking deep breaths, you crawled off the dead male and over to your bow. With it secured in your grasp, you pushed yourself to your feet. Then you ran into the trees without looking back.

I don’t know where the fuck you are, Slim Jim, but I’m coming.

The coolness of the shaded forest slid over your skin and you mentally planned your route around the draikensu.

I’m coming.

An angry growl vibrated in Yoongi’s throat as he flung his magic out toward the female, creating a rope of mint blue energy that fastened around your neck. He yanked, forcing her body to fly over the bodies and blood-soaked grass to be impaled on the dagger held in his other hand. The draikensu let out a choked sob before her head lolled due to him dragging the blade up and to the side, spilling more crimson over his hand and killing her with precision. A blur of movement to his left made Yoongi fling the now dead female in that direction, right into the draikensu that was brandishing a short sword.

The draikensu was pummeled by the body, causing him to hit the ground with a cry. He struggled to drag himself out from the weight now laying on top of him, but after about five seconds he too was laying limp on the dirt and grass.

A tiny throwing knife buried between his neck and shoulder.

Hobi pivoted after his throw and slid beneath the large hammer swinging for his gut.

“You were pretty slow on that one!” Yoongi called over to the spy, who was still dancing around the draikensu’s heavy weapon.

Hobi’s chest heaved and he shouted back without looking. “Give me a break hyung! I’m running low on blades so I’m making sure every throw counts!”

The mint-haired Saeni grit his teeth and raised both hands toward a draikensu that had made the mistake of setting his sights on the Saeni’s partner. Blue light encased the draikensu’s head and Yoongi harshly grunted before ripping one of his hands to the side.

The draikensu’s head followed, separated from its body in a spray of blood.

“Why didn’t you say something earlier, idiot? Get over here,” Yoongi ordered as the headless body slumped first to its knees then crumpled to the ground, the neck pumping out red.

The disturbing image distracted Hobi’s opponent for a split second, giving him the opening to dart forward and sink both of his knives into either side of her neck. He pulled the blood-covered blades out and punched the female in the jaw, forcing her to fall and bleed out onto the earth. Then the white-haired male trekked backwards to Yoongi’s side, his eyes alert and aware of his surroundings.

When he was near enough, Yoongi reached out and grasped one of Hobi’s straps to tug the Saeni fully against him. Shutting his petal pink eyes, Yoongi held Hobi close while inhaling deeply. The magic emitting from his hands flared even brighter and suddenly a circle of mint-colored energy pulsed outward, throwing every draikensu around them roughly fifty feet back.

Now that he had time and space, tendrils of blue light crept out from Yoongi’s hands and Hobi watched in amazement as they leeched onto the dead Saeni on the ground. The light searched the corpses, locating and withdrawing the blades Hobi had flung into them. With a low murmur from Yoongi, the light came zipping back toward the male beside him and they softly returned the blades to their sheaths across Hobi’s body. Then the light retreated to Yoongi’s glowing hands, leaving the kiela’s spy astonished.

“I… hyung… that was-I didn’t know you could do that!”

Even though the draikensu were starting to regroup from his buffer attack, Yoongi felt pride well up inside him and he smiled. “It’s just something I’ve been working on for you. Finally worked out the kinks a few days ago.”

Tilting his head to softly take in Hobi’s flushed cheeks while he stammered out a shocked thanks, Yoongi noticed the draikensu were now charging the duo and he reluctantly pushed the Saeni away. Instantly, Hobi realized as well and hardened his gaze before throwing one of the blades in his hands. It sunk into its mark’s flesh and Hobi ran to meet a new opponent.

Gripping his dagger, Yoongi was about to follow but paused and narrowed his eyes as bursts of maroon, amethyst, and yellow light flashed in the air close by.

The seven Saeni were breathing hard from their nonstop running as they suddenly came to a halt because of Mingi’s order.

The hazel-eyed guard slowly lowered his fist from where it had been raised beside his head and the Saeni all listened intently to the world around them, trying to pinpoint the noise that had caused the guard to stop them.

“I don’t hear anything,” Geodin whispered, and the others agreed.

Mingi swore and shook his head. “I swear I heard something running in our dire-”

A singular, loud howl echoed through the forest… then the sound of large paws running over the earth.

Coming straight toward them.

The male panted as he blocked the draikensu’s attack with one of his blades and cleaved into the male’s collarbone with the other. More blood splattered across Jungkook’s face and chest, the warm liquid causing him to flinch slightly, and the male fell with a gargled scream.

Pivoting, Jungkook sharply inhaled and quickly leaned back to dodge the point of a spear that was jabbed toward his head. The female growled and lunged again, this time aiming for his chest, but the burgundy head jumped aside before surging forward to get beyond the reach of the long weapon. His sudden switch to the offensive made the draikensu stumble back in surprise, and her heel tripped on the arm of a fallen Saeni. She gasped as her body lost balance and Jungkook aided her descent by sending his foot into her stomach. As she fell, Jungkook followed, plunging both of his swords deep into her chest just as she hit the ground. The draikensu weakly coughed and blood bubbled up past her lips. Then Jungkook yanked the blades out, causing the light in her eyes to wither away.

Hanging his head for a couple heartbeats, still panting as exhaustion settled over him, Jungkook gulped in air and looked over to the eastern cliff.

And felt his heart stop when he didn’t see you.

He shook his head and rescanned the archers. You had to be there. You had to be. But he felt dread bloom inside him as he realized there were fewer Saeni kneeling on the edge than before and you weren’t there.

You weren’t there.

You weren’t there.

His chest tightened painfully as his exertive breaths shifted to panicked ones.

“Fuck, where are you, sweetheart?” Jungkook whispered in a scared voice.

Gripping the hilts of his swords so hard his knuckles turned white, his body grew cold and he began to shake as he raked his eyes over the archers again and again and again. Desperate for any sign of you.

But there were none.

The world seemed to blur around him and all he could see was the empty spot where you. Should. Have. Been. He couldn’t even hear the screams or clashing of metal around him anymore. It all just collected and faded until it was a high-pitched ringing in his ears.

His peridot eyes glistened, and a lump formed in his throat as he choked out a small, fragile “no…”

And he was so focused on the absence of you… so distracted from the battle around him… that he didn’t notice the blade being thrust toward his exposed side.

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Divine Games

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Void!Stiles x Reader 

Word Count: 2583

prompt: Anon request based off Billie Ellish’s Bad Guy

Warnings: Murder, extremely dubious consent, at one point it actually turns to rape, smut, dark fic, 

Notes: This took a dark turn. I don’t know how the hell I got this from that song but this is what I got… BE WARNED AND DO NOT READ THIS IF THE ABOVE ARE TRIGGERING (I will take no blame for you reading things you know bother you)  ****DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 ****

Masterlist || Teen Wolf Masterlist

As the music played around you, you couldn’t help but move along to the beat. It had been years since you had been in the human world, locked up within the nemeton for almost a century with your mate.

Your nine-tailed mate of 7000 years. 

The two of you had torn down empires just for the fun of it. You’d ruined politicians and family folks just because you’d been bored with your daily lives. It was the first time you’d done it that you’d realized just how sweet the taste of sorrow was and you’d taken the world by storm after that. 

A few centuries ago, your mate had picked up a body that still made you go weak in the knees. His hazel eyes with brown hair and moles that littered his face and jawline were something you would never tire of. The boy whose body he originally took over, was stronger than most of the humans and sometimes you would find that aspects of him still came out to play- though thankfully it had been a few years since the last time that had happened. 

Wearing a tight, sheer, white lacey bodysuit paired with a black latex skirt, you felt like a million bucks. Your mate had filled you with an intense confidence over the years, he was always insatiable to get more of you and it had made you feel like the embodiment of sex. 

As you move your body to the beat, it isn’t long before a pair of arms wrap around you. Smirking to yourself you turn in the arms of your mate and lean in to kiss him. 

“I’ve missed you,” he whispers against your lips. 

“Oh is that so, tough guy?” you ask him as you kiss down his jawline, his scent intoxicating as he grips your hips tight enough that he’s sure to leave bruises there. 

He murmurs his affirmation into your skin before he flips you around and pulls you tightly to him, a hand holding you possessively across the abdomen. 

The two of you continue to dance for a few minutes before a growl escapes your mates lips. As he presses himself into you. 

“How about we get out of here kitten?” he tells you and you can’t help but giggle at the excitement that runs through your spine.  

Leaning in to whisper in his ear, you tell him as you push off him, “You’ll have to catch me first.”

You can hear his growl and can’t help but to laugh as you take off through the club. You’re winding your way through the bodies that are pulsing against each other when a hand reaches out and stops you. 

Looking over, you see a man with dirty blonde hair and striking silver eyes. He’s pulling you close to him, “What’s the rush sweetheart?”

You could feel the disgust running down your spine as he pulled you to him and couldn’t help but let out a low, warning growl. Which he, of course, ignored. 

Trying to get away from him, you caught your mate’s eye and you could see the glint of mischief in his eye. His eyes flicked over to the male and he offered you a toe-curling smile. Realizing that this would be a fun night for a different reason, you smirked at him before turning back to the blonde. 

Moving in to dance with him, you repeated the actions you had with your mate you imagined that it was his hands on your body, gripping your waist and squeezing your ass. You imagined it was his lips whispering filthy things in your ear about how he’d like to lift your skirt enough to fuck you on his cock right here, in front of everyone else. 

As you imagined it, you couldn’t help the small, needy whine that you made which the man took as your consent. You could feel him lifting the edges of your dress but the hands were wrong. They were much too smooth and there wasn’t enough force behind them. 

Quickly turning in his arms, you stop his hands from going anywhere and lean in, nibbling on his ear before asking, “Would you like to get out of here and have a real good time?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he whispers back, dragging your hand down to feel the outline of his cock pressed against his jeans. 

Trying not to roll your eyes, you play along as the lust-filled kitten, squeezing him for a moment before you pull your hand away and offer him a cheeky smile before making your way through the bodies, tugging him along with you. 

He’s driving and you check the mirror to check that your mate is following. The other male, John, has a hand on your knee and you have to remind yourself that you’re going to have fun with him and can’t scare him off just yet. 

It isn’t long before he pulls up to a hotel that seems nice enough. You get off the car and follow him into the lobby and to the elevators, as soon as you’re in his hands are all over you again and his lips are burning uncomfortably into your skin.  He hikes you up and you wrap your legs around his waist as he continues to paw at you and when the elevator stops, he continues to hold you as he walks you towards his room. 

Almost as soon as the door is open, he’s being pushed in from behind and you are too. The man stumbles, falling with you before you’re able to disentangle yourself from him and you both hit the floor a bit harder than expected. 

A menacing growl causes goosebumps to pop up all over your skin as you look up and over the male to see your mate standing there. 

Pushing the man on you off, it only takes your mate a moment to pick you up and pull you into his arms where he immediately starts to scent you. He licks long stripes along your exposed flesh and you can feel the anger radiating off of him. His hands are all over your body at once and you can barely keep up with where they are. 

When a groan catches his attention you can’t help but pout as he pulls away. Stepping back, you move into the small bathroom as you hear him moving the other males body. Flicking on the light you take in your appearance and can’t help but pout. The fall must have given you a bloody nose and now it’s dripped down to your bodysuit. 

“Babe,” you pout, “He gave me a bloody nose…”

Void’s on you moment later as he wipes away the blood on your face. His hands are tender, loving, caring… he worships your face the same way that he worships your body. A man starved for your touch and your presence. It, thankfully, doesn’t take him very long before he’s moved you to sit on the counter as he stands between your legs. 

He cups your face and kisses you softly before murmuring against your lips, “Are you alright darling?”

Kissing the tip of his nose you nod your head before the shaking of the man in the other room pulling at his restraints grabs both of your attention. A thought comes to your head and you look at your mate, “How about we teach the boy a lesson?” 

You can see Void’s eyes fill with lust at the thought. It was, perhaps, your fault that he’d come to enjoy these lessons so much. After all, it would lead to a meal for both his physical appetite and his more carnal appetite. 

He pulled a knife from you his back pocket and used it to cut some of the lace on your bodysuit, the cold tip of the metal causing you to shiver in anticipation before he handed you the knife. Smiling at him, you took the knife and made your way back into the room. 

John was tied up to the bed, one arm to each bedpost and when he saw you walking out, his anger quickly turned to lust. “Sweetheart, if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask,” he told you as he eyed you. 

“Now, what would have been the fun in that?”  you ask him as you climb onto the bed and tug on his pants.

Making quick work of his clothing, it isn’t long until he’s out of his pants and boxers before you slowly remove your skirt. It isn’t long before you move so that you’re straddling the man. 

Taking the knife, you cut off the man's shirt as he smirks up at you, “And what’s a naughty girl like you planning on doing up there?”

You ran your fingers along the ridges and planes of his body. The man was quite fit and if you had been someone else you may just ride him to orgasm but as it was, you had different plans for him. 

A smirk played across your lips as you dragged the tip of the knife across the very same planes and ridges that your fingers had just followed. He let out a small moan and you realized that he was, also, enjoying this. 

Chuckling softly, you knicked his skin and heard him suck in a breath of air.

“Oh relax darling, we’re just getting started,” you told him as you created an identical nick on the other side of his body. This time, eliciting a moan from his lips. 

Smiling softly, you rotated your hips just above his, the friction causing him to unconsciously buck up, seeking friction against your heat. 

“Come on baby girl, let me show you a good time,” the male told you and you could hear your mate chuckling behind you. The man beneath you stiffens as he tries to look around you and you move your head so that no matter where he looks, you're blocking his view. 

You can feel the bed dip slightly as your mate comes up behind you and you watch as John's eyes widen into comical saucers. Seconds later you can feel your mates large hands settle upon your breast. A whine escapes you as you bite your lip, pressing them further into his hand. 

“Now what do you have here, kitten?” his husky voices ask you and you lean your head backward to rest on his shoulder. 

“A present, of course, my love,” you answer him and even you can hear the breathiness in your voice, the neediness. 

He kneads your breasts a bit and as he does you can feel yourself grinding down onto John. It doesn’t take long for you to be soaking through the bodysuit

Void had taken the knife and added a few knicks to John's body and when you managed to look at his face you can see the terror in his eyes. 

“Please…” he whispers, begging for his life, “please don’t kill me…”

You take the knife from Void and cut a shallow cut in his abdomen, a smirk appearing on your lips, “Now why would we do that?”

Voids hands have moved, one is kneading your breast and the other is at your clit, he’s pulled the bodysuit to the side. He’s kissing your shoulder as he makes his way to your neck and up to the shell of your ear. 

“He’s all yours kitten,” he tells you as he slips a finger into your dripping cunt. You moan at the pressure before you lean over John who’s now covered in blood. 

Leaning in, you kiss him softly. The boy is confused for a moment before he seems to think that playing along will save him and he returns your kiss. As he does, you smirk into the kiss before digging the knife into his abdomen, he’ll bleed out slowly but likely not before Void’s done with you. 

His scream of pain makes your cunt squeeze around your mate’s fingers and you feel him pull his hand away before he spanks you, hard. Letting out a small yelp, you’re surprised to find yourself impaled on his thick cock. 

“Baby please,” you begged when he didn’t move. 

John was attempting to wriggle his way out of his bindings beneath you but Void had tied him up nicely and he wasn’t going to be getting out of that any time soon. As he moved around, you dragged your lace-covered chest across his bare one, the friction of the lace and the heat of his skin with the feel of his blood made you rock yourself on your mates cock slowly, sensually. 

It was as you were rocking yourself on him that he growled menacingly at you and pulled you back onto him until he was buried to the hilt and you let out a scream of pleasure as he pressed against your g-spot. 

His thrusts into you became faster and faster and you could only let out whimpers and moans as he continued to pound into your tight cunt. The room quickly filled with the scent of sex and of death as John bled out beneath you. His fights had become weaker but by this point, Void was riding you like a mad man. 

You could feel yourself clenching around him as he muttered into your skin and you fucked yourself back onto him. 

John’s whimpers beneath you only serve to fuel your lust. His death bringing the sweet taste of sorrow to both your lips as your mate seeks salvation in your cunt. The force of his thrusts drive you to your forearms where you once again meet John. 

Leaning in to kiss him, you can tell he’s in his last few minutes as the sweet, sweet taste of death has seeped into the kiss itself. 

You could feel yourself nearing your orgasm and Void could as well. 

“Come on kitten, cum on my cock,” he demands and you’re sure that his own orgasm isn’t far behind. He reaches around you to play with your clit once more, playing you like a violin causing your cunt to pulse even tighter around him. 

As John’s heart stopped, you felt your orgasm rip through you. Your body shaking at the intense pleasure as you came on him. You could feel your cunt clenching around him and you consciously tightened further around him, milking him for all he was worth. 

You could feel spurts of his seed painting your walls and still, your mate continued to plow into you. He continued cumming, your name falling from his lips in a prayer before finally collapsing against your body 

  He moved quickly, however, pulling out of you and you whimpered at the loss before he picked you up in both his arms. He made his way to the bathroom, setting you on the counter as he turned on the shower. 

As soon as the water was warm enough, he got in with you and took his time peeling the now bloody lace from your skin. It felt like it had been ages since the last time that the two of you had done something like this and one of the unfortunate side-effects of the high that it gave you was the crash that came with it. 

Void would spend the next few hours caring for you, worshiping you, praying to you as he brought your body back to normal. 

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Masterlist || Teen Wolf Masterlist

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taglist: @stiles-o-dylan24 @nicole-lynne @mummybear @mrs-mitch-rapp93 @lucifersnipnips

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ps i loved this one

(rereading bookmarks edition part 2)

(part 1)

i’ve been rereading stories from my bookmarks as a comfort thing. i’m getting real deep in there to stuff i haven’t (re)read for years, and damn do i have good taste. the ones i’ve read recently that you should, too:

(under the cut so i’m not that asshole that makes you scroll past an endless post)

Best Laid Plans by Persephoneshadow

Things are going well for Dean: he's landed the biggest design job of his architectural career and is about to get final approval on the project despite how difficult the development company, personified by Castiel Novak, has made it. It's not bad for a moody omega...except things are also going terribly for Dean because he has to get in a plane and fly to a meeting, and course ends up in heat a few hours before. Luckily, Castiel is there to help and both men discover the good that can come when nothing goes quite as intended.

i don’t know why i’m such a ho for stories where dean thinks cas hates him, but cas secretly adores him and is just a little “rusty” on his “people skills.” i’m also a ho for stories where dean is a gd skilled genius but his dumb ass still thinks his work sucks and/or anything good is due to other people instead of himself. and also, heat boning. 

Confessions of a Cam Boy by MsCaptainWinchester (rons_pigwidgeon)

Dean runs a cam show to pay his way through marketing school, but he's about to start an internship that he doesn't know will change his life. Watching Dean's show is Castiel's favorite way to wind down after a stressful day at Sandover Bridge & Iron. When Cas comes to work one day and finds his favorite cam boy setting coffee on his desk, he is completely thrown. Will Dean finish his internship without knowing his favorite viewer is his new boss, or will he be able to see through Cas' non-existent poker face and figure it out?

omg poor cas is soooo awkward and dean is weirded out about how much his new boss seems to dislike him and then it’s super sexy >:) 

For Science by shiphitsthefan

“Think of it like an experiment," says Dean. "You’re testing a hypothesis as to whether or not a desirable response can be achieved through the stimulation of the anus via the application of a willing volunteer’s muscular hydrostat.”

Cas raises an eyebrow. “Are you actually trying to use the scientific method to talk me into letting you lick my asshole?”

everyone is such adorable nerds in this one. it’s a fic about rimming, but it’s also about love and discovering yourself and acceptance. it explores cas’s realization through his connection with dean that he’s not straight up ace but more grey/demi - and that doesn’t mean he was “faking” being ace up until he met dean. 

Friends with Benefits with Tentacles by andimeantittosting (Saylee)

Dean's never been embarrassed about his porn collection before, but that was before he found Cas holding his prized copy of Sweet Princess Asuka and the Tentacles of Pleasure. Dean finds himself sweating bullets—because this is Cas, sweet, nerdy Cas. Cas, his friend. Cas, his roommate. Cas, his—only slightly out-of-control—crush.

Cas, with his big, blue eyes and muscular arms and perpetual sex hair.

Cas, with his tentacles.

The last thing he expects is for Cas to suggest they experiment together.

there are not enough tentacle fics out there and i 100000% approve of this addition to the tag. i love that dean is out there legitimately studying porn, and the tentacles are obviously super fun, and there were parts where my heart hurt so bad, all around a damn fine fic. 

Grown-Ups Making Grown-Up Choices by Carrieosity

Dean is a grown-ass man - he can take perfectly good care of himself, thank you very much. Except that sometimes the easier or more fun choices aren't always the right or best ones, and, all right, maybe thinking ahead and working the long game isn't his strongest suit. It's fine! He's fine.

When he meets Castiel, he realizes that flying by the seat of his pants may not be the best way to attract the super-serious (gorgeous, funny, genius) Alpha. Dean's shrink has been telling him he needs to start making "grown-up choices," and if that's what he has to think about in order to make Cas fall for him, then he'll give it a whirl.

i LOVE this fic (series). i feel so hard for dean feeling like he’s too old for his life to still be a mess, but i also felt sad for him that he thought he had to make all these hardcore changes - basically turn himself into a different person - to be worthy of cas’s attentions. i fucking adore cas in this, and i nearly cried just thinking about all the damn peppers they eat, and i want to read it again right now. 

If I Run by Anonymous

"Dean Winchester is a red-blooded American male. He lifts all the things. He aims for functional strength. He counts his macros and makes fun of curlbros. He is not a member of the Tarahumara tribe and he will not read Born to Run, no matter how many times Sam tells him to, because Starting Strength is the only book Dean will ever fucking need."

***

Wherein a friendly competition with the mysterious ThursdaysAngel turns into a sexy selfie-trading spree that motivates Dean Winchester to train for his first marathon.

i really really love this fic and reread it pretty often tbh. it only became “anonymous” pretty recently and i’m so curious about why!! regardless, this fic is a really great time!!! 

It's Always More Than Once (Before It Takes) by squeemonster

The first time it happens, it's because of boredom. Or, at least that's what Dean tells himself to justify it. Boredom and Dean Winchester are a dangerous combination, especially when you factor in beer, a raging libido, and laziness.

dean: my dudes, is it gay to do sexy stuff with your male bff? cuz i’m totally straight. but also, having sex with my male bff. 

I Wanna Get Outside (Of Me) by emwebb17

Dean is a novice in the dom/sub world asked by his employer as a desperate last resort to be a sub for his recluse of a brother, Castiel. Castiel is a diagnosed OCD suffering from PTSD and agoraphobia, mysophobia, and dystychiphobia. Needless to say—he’s a mess who hasn’t stepped out of his home in literally seven years. The only times Gabriel can see traces of the way his brother used to be is when he feels in control—specifically when he has control over a sub. However, due to his idiosyncrasies and paranoia, keeping a sub around has been impossible. Enter Dean, who’s not a very traditional submissive, to try his hand at subbing for the hermit.

you know how sometimes you read a fic, and it takes ages to get yourself out of that world? even though you’re finished, you’re still right there with him? this is one of those fics. i reread it a couple weeks ago and fell asleep thinking about it last night. i cry a lot reading this one. 

Living in Agony by ChasingRabbits

Dean Winchester's life is... well, it's not great. He's a gym teacher, he's in his thirties, and he can't seem to keep any part of his life straight. When the aftermath of a one-night stand goes awry, Dean is dragged kicking and screaming out of his cozy little closet and into the harsh light of reality.

Enter: Castiel Novak, the new history teacher, who knows full well that life gets crappy when you don't allow yourself to live it in the way it needs to be lived.

there aren’t a lot of stories that deal with themes of mental illness, and a lot of them read like an episode of degrassi where everything wraps up in 30min to never be discussed again. this story is honest in that there’s no easy out. there’s medication and therapy and supportive people, but that’s not always enough. it’s a story about how you don’t have to be mentally ill to be fucked up, and while people can’t fix each other, they can help each other. content note: references to a pre-story suicide attempt. 

Oddly Shaped Empty by jemariel

Dean grew up thinking -- knowing -- he'd be an alpha.

Until he failed to present. As a beta, he has no mating cycle, no noticeable pheromones, none of the physical markers that are so important in a world of alphas and omegas. He's out of place. How is he supposed to navigate his relationships and find love when he doesn't fit into the neatly-defined boxes he's used to?

By the time he meets his new roommate, Castiel, he's more or less given up on finding a mate. He wears his secondary gender like a chip on his shoulder. But you never know what the future holds, who will come into your life, and how they might change it forever.....

Queer themes, finding identity, reconciling the past, and a whole lot of smut.

y’all know @jemariel is a gd genius, but i’m particularly obsessed with their fics that use abo to explore queer identify & experiences. i hold my breath reading most of this fic and also cry. 

Steal my Breath by Sincestiel

“Tighter, Dean, please,” Cas urges throwing his head back to rest on Dean’s shoulder. Dean squeezes. He doesn’t know why Cas wants this or even what the appeal is, but he always comes harder when he’s struggling to breathe.

what’s on the tin. a quick lil breathplay fic that is thoroughly enjoyable. 

Unsolicited by Dangerousnotbroken

In which Dean Winchester gets an unsolicited dick pic from an unknown sender which is both totally not disappointing in that it's a really nice dick pic, and incredibly disappointing in that it's clearly a downloaded picture of his favorite porn star.

There's absolutely no way it's actually this porn star sending it to him, right?

Right?

this is a destiel classic and i feel like anyone who isn’t new here has probably read it. but here’s your reminder that this is a great fic and you should (re)read it. 

Wordplay by Dangerousnotbroken @dangerousnotbroken​

“I don’t understand why talking dirty is such a big deal for you humans,” Cas complains, apropos of nothing.

it’s a “cas learning about sex” and also dirty talk, which are both things i’m really into!! and DNB is a genius so that’s even better. 

if you enjoy these fics (and you should), please give the writer some love via kudos and/or comments. <3

ps - as always, if i didn’t tag the writer and you know their tumblr, please tag in the comments. i don’t think there’s a writer alive who wouldn’t be happy to be on a rec list. :)

[gremlinkweenarchive-blog]

Bad Moon Rising: An Extra Chapter

A/N: Yes folks!! Here is an extra chapter of Bad Moon Rising and it has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with the story!!! This is just dirty, nasty, filthy smut for a Valentine’s Day present to my one and only, my sugar plum, my duckie, the fire of my loins, my daddy, my everything, -John Mulaney vc- MY WIFE, @langdonsinferno!!!!!!!! A huge shoutout to @sojournmichael for proof reading this for me!! 

Do you need to have read the rest of BMR to get this? Absolutely not! Just know that Michael is a vampire, Jim’s a merman, and Duncan’s a werewolf. There is also an appearance of a certain goddess of love in here ;) 

word count: 4.8 k of pure fucking filth and some fluffy aftercare at the end

warnings:  Blood play, Wax play, Knife play, Impact play, Bondage, Pansexual Group Sex, Bi!Reader, Exhibitionism, Choking, Roleplay and consensual dub con, Degradation, Cum play, Crying kink, Breeding Kink if you squint, everyone getting dommed by Aphrodite, Knotting, and that’s about it!

tag list: @langdonsinferno, @ccodyfern, @americanhorrorstudies, @michael-langdon-owns-my-soul, @codyfernss, @sojournmichael, @langdonsoceaneyes, @lvngdvns, @wroteclassicaly, @michael-langdon-appreciation, @lovelykhaleesiii, @moonagecordelia, @tickled--pinkmoodpoisoning, and @roxytheimmortal

 The whole thing was Duncan's idea. Jim seemed on board for it, Michael seemed hesitant, and it was a chore and a half to convince her to leave for a weekend. 

"But I need to keep the boat running! I need to keep selling!" 

"Darling, you know money is no object for me. Come on, come to Seattle and spend the weekend with us. There's a party that I think you'll really enjoy. There's an old friend that really wants to meet you." 

So eventually, she agreed, but the curiosity as to who this old friend was was definitely a huge motivation. With Duncan's past and him being what he is, this friend could literally be anything and one. It was exciting. 

Now, what this party was was something that she felt like she shouldn't be surprised, yet she still is. A sex party. Of course this is what Duncan convinced everyone to go to. He had also convinced you to have some one on one with this friend, that he swore it would be worth every moment, and that she could finally explore that kink of her's. You know, the roleplay of not wanting it and then caving in and having your world rocked? Yeah, now was the time to explore that for her. 

She was by herself, the boys leaving her for her fantasy. Everyone was wearing masks and it was slightly disorientating, but there was a certain eroticism to it. The anonymity. She was sipping down a glass of a champagne, trying to calm her nerves when she saw it. A flash of a ruby bracelet dangling off a woman's wrist. That was the sign, that was the friend. Her stomach twisted in knots. 

Her eyes scanned from the bracelet up the arm and to the rest of the woman. Her jaw dropped. She was ... possibly the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She was tall, her long, thick, graceful legs carried her with an inhuman elegance. Her curves were impossibly exaggerated, and while most of her face was obscured, she could see the most attractive and full lips pouting from under the mask. Blonde hair curled like water down her back, framing her features perfectly. She made her way towards her. 

She gulped as the other woman took a seat besides her. "What's a pretty little thing doing here by yourself?" 

It was harrowing. She was tongue tied looking at this woman. "I- I- uh, I'm not alone. My boyfriends are here." 

Her eyes quirked, as if she didn't know that, "Oh? Boyfriends? Managed to wrangle yourself multiple? That's impressive, but I have to ask, no girlfriend or girlfriends?" 

She shook her head and the other leaned in, "Would you like one?" 

Her mind went blank. She knew what Duncan had planned, she was all on board for this kink, but how in the world wide fuck was she supposed to act like she didn't want this. "I don't think they'd appreciate it if I hooked up with someone behind their back," she managed to choke out. 

The other just let out a small tsk. "Honey, I don't see them anywhere," the other's hand fell to her knee, "Plus, there's so many people here, I don't think they'd even catch us." 

This woman's voice was like honey dripping on her ears and she was already getting light headed with arousal. "I still feel wrong ab-" she was cut off as the other's hand started trailing up her leg, and just for the sake of the game, she clamped her legs shut around her hand. 

"Oh sweet girl, maybe I can convince you otherwise," the other smiled sweetly. She flipped up the long part of her asymmetrical skirt to loosen something. The other woman was pulling an elegant knife to hold hold against her throat in a loose short of threat. "How does this work?" 

All she could do was open her legs for the other's hand to work her way up to tease her bare core.

"Hmmm, acting all innocent while at a party like this, and not wearing any panties." The other leaned to press her against the couch, "You can drop the act, little girl. We all know what type of slut you are." 

Her folds were already wet, and the other had no problem slipping two fingers into her, curling them expertly to hit that spot inside of her. 

"You let three men fuck you all at once, and not just human males, but two hot blooded creatures who half the time just want to fill your empty womb with their seed, and the other just wants to drain you of all your blood. Tell me, how does it feel to have one stretching your cunt, and your ass, and your throat all at once?" The other's fingers were working her even harder, building a rhythm of fucking, then just curling, massaging her g-spot. Her brain short circuited for a moment. 

Then, the other's fingers were pulling out of her, the knife was pressed against her throat harder, and a sharp pain emanated when the other's hand came to slap down on her pussy. "I asked you a question, slut." 

A gasp escaped her throat, god this was everything she could ever ask for. "It's so much," she panted out, "It hurts, but the stretch is so good, they use me up, sometimes by the end of it, I'm crying, but they're always so sweet after we're done." 

The other's hand resumed her rhythm and the knife was lowered slightly. "That's a good little slut. Letting others use you for their pleasure past the point of it hurting you." The other's thumb started rubbing circles on her clit, making her back arch, her breathing turning into pants. 

"I've barely even touched you and you're already a mewling mess, no wonder how you managed to capture the attention of all those beasts." The other's knife dragged down her skin, leaving a trail of irritated skin in its wake. When the blade got to the fabric, with a simple flick of the other's wrist, it was shredding the fabric of her dress. This is when she became intimately aware of the other people watching them, clearly enraptured with such a display. She was naked for their eyes, and there was nothing she could do about it. 

It was too much, too much the hand working what felt like literal magic on her and the eyes devouring her helpless frame, offering no help and just watching her be taken by this woman, all happening at once, and without much warning, a hurried and small orgasm wracked her body. It took her by surprise, but she knew there was going to be a punishment from this woman. 

The other woman let out an amused hum, but she could see the anger in her eyes. "Did you just cum without permission, little slut?" All she could answer with was a weak nod. 

She felt herself get yanked onto the other's lap and flipped around, ass up in the air across the other's lap. The other took the ruined scraps of her dress and ripped long strips off as to tie her arms behind her back. The restraints started at her wrists and went up the entire length of her forearms, keeping her totally bound. "So, this little slut thinks she can just take any orgasm she wants? Like her body doesn't belong to any higher being than her lowly little human self? Hmm? You're a human fuck toy for us to play with, don't forget it." She ran her hand down the flesh of her ass as if deciding something, "Count for every hit, and you will thank me after every two hits." 

Great, something that required thinking. This woman definitely knew what she was doing. She knew how to play the game. 

The first hit was a jolt to her system, but she managed to squeak out a one, and when the next, a breathy, "Two. Thank you." Came out. Okay, all she had to do was keep that in mind. With the even numbers, say thank you. Slick was already gathering at the apex of her thighs, but it was starting to creep down, the slick creating thin lines when her legs separated in response to the hits. Her cunt was practically begging to be touched at this point. 

Fifteen. Fifteen smacks to each side of her ass, and she was shaking at this point. If there was one more hit, she might have cum on the other's legs right there. It hurt to move, but the other woman was rubbing soothing circles into her skin. A hum escaped the other's mouth. "No wonder why they're all falling over you. You take everything one is willing to give you, and you still practically beg for more, pain or pleasure. Here, little one." The other  was a bit softer now as her hands pushed her forward, face down and ass up, and off of her lap. 

The other splayed her open and her tongue dug in, tantalizing licks to her outer lips before working her way in. Teasing licks to her clit, swipes over her entrance before lips wrapped around her clit, sucking with just the right pressure to make her see stars. She was practically screaming into the couch cushions, giving the others quite a show. 

Something, seemed familiar though? The technique? The way her lips and tongue worked against her felt familiar. It dawned on the human. It was the same technique that Michael and Duncan used anytime they went down on her. The same moves that made her forget her own name, the ones that drove her over the edge again and again, but somehow better. Inhuman. Even more so than her two lovers. It clicked. They both learned from the same woman, the one only one that made sense that she could fuck someone better than them. It was Aphrodite. The Goddess of Love was currently working her cunt and she knew that she wasn't going to last long. 

"Oh god, Aphrodite, I'm going to cum," she moaned loudly, and the goddess grinned. 

"Look at you, little girl," she teased as she spoken against her cunt, sending small shock waves through her body. "How clever of you, to figure out who I am. For that, you get to cum." Her mouth went back to working her core, making delicious moans fall out of the human, not caring who saw her at this point. The whole room was looking at her, and she cautioned a glance, seeing how many people were touching themselves at the sight of her. It was enough that she was spasming against Aphrodite's mouth, earning a smirk from her. 

The girl was exhausted now, but Aphrodite didn't care about that. The night was young, and she still had much to experience. The goddess rose, sheathing her expensive knife, and easily picked her up, throwing her over her shoulder, and strolling casually to one of the rooms. She was tired, and with her arms bound, there wasn't much for her to do but to accept this. She looked like some spoils of war that Aphrodite was taking just to ravish her more in private. 

She was tossed on the bed and Aphrodite smiled down at her, brushing her hair out of her face. "Oh you pretty little thing. What did those idiots do to deserve you?" 

She was pulling her dress off now, and the sight was nearly blinding with how perfect she was. Thick thighs, luscious curves, she smooth skin. It made her shrink a little in her spot on the bed. Aphrodite noticed his and there was a soft smile on her lips. 

"My darling," she purred as she got on the bed and crawled up the length of her body, "You are perfect the way you are. If I wasn't enraptured with your beauty," Aphrodite stroked her cheek softly, "I wouldn't have been begging for an audience with you. Never doubt your beauty." Their lips met in a soft moment, her lips being the softest things she had ever felt in her life. She was weak and she needed more. 

Aphrodite giggled as the girl nipped her lips. "Oh, darling, there is plenty of time to get rough tonight, take your time." She kissed the other's neck slowly, letting the heat sink into the other. Her lips were soft, so soft, it felt like clouds were caressing her neck, before teeth came came down suddenly on the sensitive skin. She kissed her way up to murmur in her ear, "It's all about the contrast." 

With that, the goddess continued to move up the bed until she placed a thigh on with side of her face, the goddess's divine cunt just mere inches above her face. "Now, you be a good little slut for me, and make mommy cum. How well you do now effects how much you get treated later when your other lovers come to visit us." With that, Aphrodite lowered herself down on her face. 

Her tongue immediately starts going to work, emulating what she's learned from Michael, Duncan, and the goddess currently riding her face. She earns a pleased moan. "That's it, what a perfect little slut you are. You've been paying attention." She starts sucking on Aphrodite's clit and she can feel the goddess start to back against her face. 

She gets lost in the sensation, just licking and sucking. Her lover tastes as divine as one would expect her to. The only thing that matters to her right now is to keep the woman above her moaning as sweetly as she is. Feeling the thick fingers tease at her entrance makes her jump, and she can hear Duncan's laughter. 

"Your lover's mouth is completely wasted on your cocks," Aphrodite pants out, a teasing grin on her face. 

"Well, you've never had your cock down her throat so I think we can just agree to disagree there, darling," Duncan muses before meeting her mouth in a passionate kiss. There are hands over the girl's skin and soft kisses trailing down her thighs. Michael. 

Duncan's lips moved down to take one of Aphrodite's nipples into his mouth. She moaned loudly before she looked at the fourth member of this relationship. "And you must be Jim, come here darling," she moaned as Duncan bit her, "Let me get a look at you." 

The look quickly turned into a heated kiss. She started sucking on Aphrodite's clit, feeling how close her body was to cumming. Suddenly, Michael bit down into her thigh to drink from her femoral artery. She groaned harshly into the goddess's cunt, being the final thing that she needed to push her over. She was grinding her hips into her face, riding out her orgasm. 

Michael was content, taking large gulps in time with her heart beat. Her hands released from Aphrodite's hips and went to Michael's hair to pull him closer. There was something terribly erotic about having Michael feed from her. His mouth finally released from her leg when she was starting to get light headed. 

Before he could even lick his lips, Aphrodite was pulling him into a kiss. She moaned at the taste of blood on his tongue. The blood smeared as their lips worked together, taking time to relish in the taste on both of their mouths. Their tongues worked in a lazy battle of dominance, neither one caring in particular who came out on top. 

When they broke apart, they both licked their lips. 

"Oh, my sweet," Aphrodite spoke to her, "Every single part of you is absolutely delicious. I'm surprised you aren't one of my creations." That earned a bright red blush. 

Jim was laying by her side, pulling her into a kiss before she could react. She smiled and melted into the kiss, allowing Jim to pull her on top of him. Her hips started grinding into him, and he pulled down the briefs that were keeping him modest, already ridged and ready for her. There was no need for any foreplay by now. 

She hurried to sink herself on Jim's cock, both of them groaning at the slow motion. It wasn't long though, before Jim was snapping his hips up and she was meeting every single thrust, both of them letting their moans drip deliciously from their mouths. 

Aphrodite sighed, watching the pair of lovers, "Isn't it just beautiful?" She mused. 

"I could think of a few other beautiful things that we could do," Duncan murmured, leaning in for a kiss. 

She stopped him with a hand on her throat. "Did I say you could touch me, Wolf Pup?" She squeezed slightly and as her eyes turned to him to see him melting at the contact. She squeezed harder. 

"What do you think, Kitten?" her eyes shifted to Michael, "I ride him until he sees stars and you fuck that pretty little mouth of his since he's so fond of running it?" 

Michael smiled, "I think that sounds like a fantastic idea, Goddess." 

She smiled as she pushed Duncan down to the mattress. Michael took his position straddling his shoulders and yanking on his hair so his mouth was right against his cock, and as much as Duncan hated being in this position, he was gladly taking Michael's cock, lavishing the hand with languid licks while looking up through his lashes at Michael. It was such a beautiful sight, but Michael wanted to see tears falling from his eyes. He pulled Duncan's head forward roughly, and he gladly took Michael's length, cheeks hollowing out as he sucked and bobbed his head up and down the length. He moaned loudly feeling Aphrodite mounting him. She wasted no time, bouncing up and down on his cock. Jim couldn't help but watch the sight as the human girl kissed on his neck. 

It was cute to watch Duncan work his mouth over him, but Michael definitely needed more. He started thrusting into his mouth, making him moan and then gag as Michael hit the back of this throat, but he didn't care. He pushed right past Duncan's gag reflex and to his throat. Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes, from the brutal fucking of his throat and the fast pace that Aphrodite was taking, but he didn't break eye contact with Michael, letting him see the fucked out expression on his face.

"You're such a pretty bitch, Duncan." Michael gloated, earning a whine from the other man, making Michael moan as it reverberated around his cock. Aphrodite was panting, always loving the feeling of Duncan stretching her. He was such an exceptional fit for her. 

The tears spilt over and were running down Duncan's cheeks now, and that's all it took for Michael to cum down his throat, leaving Duncan no other option but to swallow it all up. Michael pulled out of his mouth with a pop and leaned down, licking the tears off of Duncan's face, groaning at the salty taste. 

Michael got off of him to turn his attention to the other two.

Duncan looked at Aphrodite, and she smirked, feeling a certain part of him starting to expand. "My my, Duncan. Are trying to knot me because it's close to your rut or is it just being in my presence?" She taunted him, she knew the answer. Being in her presence brought out the most animalistic aspects of people out. Evidence being the way Duncan's cock was swelling even though he was definitely too far out from his rut for that or by the way Jim just bit at the human's collar bone with his sharp teeth, drawing blood and Michael was immediately latching on to drink from the wound. 

An idea came to her mind, "Has Y/N taken your knot?" and he shook his head. 

She grabbed his cock just at the top of his knot and she lifted herself off, making me cry out in frustration. "Save it for your little human slut. I want to see her take her first knot. I want you to fill up her pretty little womb. See if you can make it swell." All he could do was whine in agreement, just the thought of that had his cock twitching dangerously close. 

Jim was almost done with her now, he had her on her back now as his hips pistoned in and out of her, Michael as still sucking on her collarbone and his hand was in between the two, rubbing circles on her clit. With a desperate shout, she came undone, her pussy tightening around Jim's length, milking his release. 

They were panting, but Aphrodite gently pulled Jim from her, she had plans for this little girl. Her head lowered between her legs, tongue tasting her used pussy and Jim's cum, making the other call out loudly, still being so sensitive. She collected as much of the merman's essence on her tongue as she could and she crawled up to the other's mouth. 

The men all stared, enraptured as Aphrodite slipped Jim's cum into her mouth, their tongues tangled together, the cum being shared between them. She moaned deeply, tasting Aphrodite, herself, her blood, and Jim all in one. The sticky cum lubricated their kiss and some ran down both of their chins. Aphrodite broke the kiss and a thin string of the cum kept them connect as they both looked over at the boys, all of them staring with wide open mouths. 

Aphrodite crawled behind her and got herself situated at the headboard of the bed and pulled the girl against her by her neck, letting her grip tighten a bit, letting her know this wasn't an option, between her legs. Her back was flushed against the goddess's chest and the goddess used her legs to spread the other's keeping them trapped open with an iron like hold over her. She whined, she was so sensitive, but with her arms still bound behind her back, there wasn't much that she could do. 

"Duncan, dear. Come here. You know what I want you to do," the goddess hummed, and she was getting a little nervous at the words, but Aphrodite just stroked her hair, "It'll be okay, little one. You'll be cumming harder than you ever had. Just relax." 

Jim and Michael realized that they were own their own for this, which they quickly were on each other, wrestling with each other. Being in the goddess's presence had awoken something in Jim, easily pinning Michael to the bed as his teeth were pressing on Michael's throat, threatening damage if Michael moved too much. Michael relaxed into his hold and Jim gingerly let his throat go. This was not the same Jim that Michael was used to and he found himself spreading his legs for him. 

Duncan had crawled up her length, pressing kisses into her neck as he pulled her down just a bit to get a better angle to fuck her in. Aphrodite leaned over to the bedside table to pick up one of the candles lighting the room. With an amused sigh, she poured some of the hot wax that had collected down Duncan's back, right as he was preparing to enter the other, making him gasp and his hips to jet forward, taking her much rougher than he had intended to, but it just earned a languid moan from the girl. 

The little break gave Duncan a chance to relax, to collect himself a bit, but he was quickly snapping his hips into her, not giving her a moment to breathe. Aphrodite poured some of the wax down her chest, watching the girl twist in agony and pleasure. She poured a bit of the wax on each of her nipples, relishing in the high pitched squeals she let out. Then the goddess was rolling each one to watch the wax crack as soon as it was dry. 

With each administration from Aphrodite, her cunt was clentching down on Duncan, and he had no idea how long he could last. He looked over once he felt a hand hit his arm and then grab onto him. Michael had his ass up, head tossed back as Jim rutted into him. Jim had his teeth sunk into Michael's flesh, deep black blood running down his chest onto the blanket. He was holding onto Duncan for a life line, something to keep him grounded in reality. It just served to make Duncan harder, his knot starting to inflate. 

She tensed underneath him, not sure what that sensation is. "Just relax," Aphrodite cooed as a hand came down to rub her clit. 

Duncan growled loudly, and it wasn't just a normal growl, it was deep and animalistic, the sound that came from his throat when he was in wolf form. Her anxiety sky rocketed and she felt his sharp, inhuman teeth, nip at her neck, a warning to stay in the same place. It was like both Jim and Duncan were feeling symptoms of their ruts in the presence of the goddess, and Aphrodite was absolutely delighted. 

The knot was starting to catch, and Duncan's pants and thrusts were becoming erratic. It hurt, but it was making her toes curl. "That's it baby girl," Aphrodite cooed, "Take his knot. Take all of his cum. Let him fill that pretty cunt of yours, and if any luck, he'll even be filling your womb." 

Shock filled her system and she was about to say something, his knot? What the hell was she talking about? What did that mean? 

Then she felt it. He thrusted into her with one last loud growl into her ear and she felt what was catching on her entrance pushing into her, expanding painfully. It hurt, but the stimulation had her head reeling. Aphrodite slapped her clit, harshly for good measure, and she was screaming and spasming around Duncan's knot, though there was barely any room for her cunt to even twitch. It was blissful agony. Tears sprung to her eyes, but Aphrodite was quick to kiss them away. There was the dull ache between her legs as she felt his cock twitching, releasing torrents of cum into her. This was more than she was ever used to from him. She whimpered. 

"It's okay darling, just accept it," Aphrodite cooed as she massaged her breast, making her keen at the feeling. Duncan was panting heavily, resting his body weight against the two women, but he left lazy and soft kisses on her skin. She whimpered with every moment from him, so he made a conscious effort not to move his hips at all. 

The sound of Michael and Jim groaning loudly caught all of their attention as both of them came. Michael collapsed in a pool of his own cum, but he could hardly care. All of them had blown pupils and they were all slowly trying to recover. Jim got off of Michael, the both of them groaning again, softly this time. 

They both scooted up to lay closer to the other three. Michael studied how they were laying, confused for a moment before it clicked. "Jesus Christ, Duncan, did you knot her?" He asked, a little perturbed, many concerned with her safety and comfort. 

Aphrodite smiled softly, "Oh Michael, you are so protective," she stroked his cheek and he softened a little, "I told him to do it. I know she could take it. Couldn't you, darling?" She asked softly. "I couldn't help myself, I wanted to see her take a knot for the first time." 

She nodded in response. 

"How are you feeling?" Jim asked as he laid his head on top of Michael's arm so he could watch everything happening. 

"Really full," she groaned with a bit a laugh, and everyone either smiled or chuckled. 

Duncan gently kissed her on the lips, "You sweet girl," he murmured, "You took all of me." His voice reflected his wonder at this girl. 

"You have quite the amazing lover here, boys," Aphrodite smiled as she started playing with her hair. 

The pressure was starting to lessen and with a light tug, Duncan pulled free with a pop, making her moan as she felt a flood of cum fall from her. The other's eyed her hungrily, but they all kept themselves back, knowing she needed time to recover. 

Duncan climbed off of her and let the two women join Michael and Jim before he took up his position behind Aphrodite, holding her close. Aphrodite easily ripped the fabric that was still holding her arms back. She was snuggled safely between Michael and Aphrodite, she felt both Jim and Duncan's hands coming to her, caressing her gently. Jim nuzzled his face into Michael's neck and he sighed happily. With these sweaty and hot bodies, for a moment, just a moment, he could pretend he shared their warmth. 

"Well, I suggest we all rest up," Aphrodite gave the human woman a playful smirk, "Before round two."

[snarky-badger]

Hello, i love your work! so may i resquest a prompt with a badass/sarcastic girlfriend for eddie, like Something happen to us and eddie and venom to protect her but she kick some ass too and their shook because they want to protect her but she protect them from someone i dunno i hope that give you a better idea than mine !

This… didn’t come out the way I wanted. I rewrote it twice. Still not totally happy with it, but I’m worried I’ll ruin it if I tweak it any more.

Since Youtube doesn’t like links, copy/paste this into your browser to hear the music that inspired the fight scene: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ac4J9344s2s (It’s ‘I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight’ by Hidden Citizens)

You grinned as you stepped out of your office building and spotted Eddie leaning against a street light. He jerked as it poked, his gaze rising from his phone, a warm smile spreading over his lips when he spotted you.

Smiling, you wove through the mass of people, heels clacking on the pavement as you made your way over to him. “Hey, you! I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

Steel blue eyes flickered a little as a white shadow flit across them before Eddie’s smile stretched into a grin. “Thought we’d pick you up for an early supper,” he said, reaching out to take your messenger bag from your shoulder.

“Aw, you’re sweet.” You rose up on your tiptoes to kiss him, slipping a hand in under his jacket to touch his ribs, chuckling when you felt a symbiote tendril curl around your fingers and squeeze. “Lemme guess, someone’s hungry?”

“When is he not hungry?” Eddie chuckled. You snickered at the thin black tendril that rose up from his jacket collar to flick at his left ear. “Vee - not in public!”

A soft laugh left you as you pulled away. “Hi Venom. Steak or Sushi?”

“Steak,” growled out of Eddie’s throat, the man coughing a little once the alien had relinquished control of his voice.

“Steak it is,” you chuckled, smiling again when Eddie hefted your bag onto his shoulder before taking your left hand in his, lacing his fingers with yours. “So, what’d you do all day? Eat anyone interesting?”

A laugh left him. “Nothing nearly that exciting. Just lots of research for the next article the editor tossed at me. A pharmaceutical group recently upped the price of some cancer drugs by a thousand percent.”

“Ugh. Gross.”

“Yeah. Assholes. And you?”

“Oh, yes, because I lead a glamorous life as a Human Resources lackey,” you snarked, rolling your eyes. “The new program they installed is shit, to be honest. It keeps crashing and causing problems.”

“So they fixed it until it broke?”

“Yup. And it’s breaking in an fantastic way. Half of the people I talked to today haven’t been paid in three months, others got seven times their bi-weekly pay in one lump sum, and three had funds taken out of their accounts… which, technically, should be impossible, but the new program is apparently a ‘huge success’.”

“Bureaucracy at it’s finest,” he muttered with a roll of his eyes, and you chuckled as you nodded your agreement. “Well, we’re here to distract you! Good food and then a quick wardrobe change at the apartment and we’ll head down to the fair that just got set up.”

“Oooh, yay! Dibs on the shooting games! I need to shoot something.”

Eddie laughed at your enthusiasm, hand releasing yours so he could relocate his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his body for a hug. “Deal.”

“Target acquired!”

“Wha–”

You and Eddie both turned towards the shout. You caught a glimpse of a trio of heavily armed people standing in the middle of the intersection before the one on the left rose their arms, silver gauntlets on their wrists glowing a little before noise, a shrieking, screaming, wall of sound hit you.

You dropped with a cry, hands clamping over your ears. The sound, horrible, high pitched, making your bones vibrate uncomfortably as it cut through your skull. People all around you clutched at their heads, some falling, some crawling for safety - though there was none to be found.

All the windows around shattered. Cars, buildings, store fronts, all exploded, sending glass flying everywhere, pelting everyone on the street and sidewalks with shrapnel.

Eddie howled in pain next to you, dropping to the ground, writhing. Blackness boiled around him as Venom uncoiled, the symbiote convulsing as the high pitched sound cut through it. Venom’s own scream, feral, raw, rose in counterpoint to Eddie’s and you could only watch, tears streaming down your face, as the ones you cared about thrashed in agony on the pavement.

The silence that followed that sonic barrage was complete and still, and you spent a moment trying to remember how to move, muscles still vibrating from the blast. Finally, you managed to shakily crawl over to Eddie, who was breathing shallowly, Venom a weakly twitching puddle beneath him.

“E-Eddie?” You saw the three start to approach out of the corner of your eye and shook your boyfriend, voice sounding distant and tinny to your no doubt damaged hearing. “Eddie!”

All around, people were scattering, running, a group nearly stampeding over you as they bolted from the trio that were slowly walking down the street, bits of broken glass crunching under their boots as they approached.

Hands shaking, you stumbled to your feet, one shoe missing. You kicked off the other pump, glass easily cutting through your pantyhose covered feet as you grabbed Eddie under the shoulders and started dragging him under an parked SUV and out of sight

The panicking group of people around you helped to hide your motions, enough that the attackers paused when they reached the spot where Eddie had fallen. You were shaking, laying flat on the dirty street under the SUV, Eddie on his back next to you, half-conscious.

“Can’t have gotten far,” one of the attackers growled, and you watched armored boots move around the side of the SUV you were hiding under. “Alien should be out of commission from that blast.”

“Thought you said it’d take him out with one blast! Where’d he go?”

“Look, I don’t know everything okay? Just what was in the portfolio. Weakness to sound and fire, that’s all it said.”

“Shouldn’t have taken this job, Mark. It stinks.”

A new voice growled out: “Fuck that. For five million dollars I’d take out my own grandmother.”

“That’s cuz you’re batshit insane, Jonah.”

You chewed on your lip, eyeing Eddie where he lay beside you as the obsidian puddle that was Venom slowly reformed around him. He moaned, eyelids fluttering, and you slapped a hand over his mouth to silence him, attention going back to watching the three sets of boots mill around as they started searching the street.

It wouldn’t be long before they spotted you. You frowned, your free hand curling into a fist, hating the lack of options.

Eddie suddenly jerked awake next to you, and you shifted your hand from his mouth to his chest, pushing him back down.

“Shh,” you hissed, meeting his gaze before glancing to the nearest set of armored boots.

He tensed, but stayed silent, tilting his head back to watch as the man stomped past the SUV, moving to investigate an alley. “When we say ‘run’,” Eddie rumbled into your ear, his voice a low growl of mixed human and alien. “Run.”

You nodded, mutely. Watched as blackness rose to cover him, Venom’s face forming close to yours, pale, opal sheened, eyes and a mouth with too many fangs settling into place.

“READY MORSEL?”

“Yeah.”

“GO.”

You scrambled out from under the SUV at the same time that Venom lifted it off it’s wheels, bolting for the shelter of a parked bus on the other side of the street. There was an unearthly roar of anger, followed by yells and screams from ‘Mark’ and ‘Jonah’, and a crunch of a car being thrown.

Glass sunk into the soles of your feet as you jumped and slid across the hood of a car in the middle of the street, the vehicle abandoned by it’s owners. You landed on the opposite side, hunkering down. Blew a loose strand of your hair out of your eyes as you peeked over the hood, watching as Venom closed a taloned hand around one of the attacker’s throats and lifted him off his feet.

A roar of pain left him seconds later as a flash grenade detonated at his feet, bits of the symbiote flaring away a little before reforming. Venom turned, and threw the man in his grasp at the one who had thrown the grenade, the two males crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs.

Fire filled the street as the third attacker ran into the thick of things, and you winced at Venom’s shriek as flames licked at his body, bits of his symbiote form flaking off, like ashes. He leapt out range, used a tendril to rip a newspaper box off it’s moorings, then threw it.

When things started to get too close for comfort, you sucked in a breath and darted away from the car, ignoring the sharp pains cutting into your feet as you ran for the safety of an alleyway a block away.

Took cover behind a dumpster, crouching there, closing your eyes when another blast of sound made the fillings in your teeth vibrate.

You hoped Venom could handle himself. Technically, you could have done something, but fear of reprisal held you back. You didn’t think the repercussions would come from Eddie or Venom. No, you were worried about bigger things - like your life.

When you’d turned thirteen, you’d developed the ability to move things with a thought. Your parents had been horrified. Had instilled in you the knowledge that if you ever let anyone know what you could do, that you’d be taken away. That you couldn’t under any circumstances, use your powers, no matter what. So you’d kept what you could do a secret throughout high school, and then college, and then your adult life.

Now, with the Mutant Registration Act in full swing, you feared for your life. You knew what humans did to mutants: had seen far too many beatings and anti-mutant protests and hatred. The ‘Friends of Humanity’ patrolled the streets like a wave of physical hatred.

Fear kept you from trusting anyone. Fear kept you restrained.

So, you huddled, hiding, as the sounds of the battle got louder. People screamed and sobbed as Venom and the Trio fought, stragglers darting around, some stupidly taking photos with their phones while others right ran for their lives.

With every scream of the sonics, with every whoosh of fire and loud explosion of grenades, with every roar and scream of pain from Venom, you jerked as if physically hit. Guilt knawed at you, and you clenched your eyes shut, the heels of your hands pressing into your temple.

Suddenly, a massive explosion rocked the ground, sending you to your knees in the grime. Bits of buildings, bricks and mortar, clattered to around you, and you curled over, hands rising to protect your head as another series of booms and bangs rattled everything. It sounded like the end of the world, like a nuclear bomb going off.

People screamed again, cars lifting off their tires, some flipping onto their sides. More sound shook the air, drowning out your own shriek of fear as everything went to hell around you. The ground rose, then slammed back down, and you cried out again as you landed hard on your chest, the breath whooshing out of you.

Distantly, as silence and stillness finally returned, you heard the sounds of triumphant whooping.

“HAH! Got ‘im! Told you land-mining the street ahead of time was worth it!”

Panting, shaking, you pushed yourself to your hands and knees, palms bloodied from scraping on the concrete. Your pant were torn at the knees, covered in grime, and you stiffly shucked out of your blazer, loosening the top three buttons of your blouse as you tried to level out your panicked breathing.

Numb, ears ringing, you stumbled to your feet, then staggered towards the street, side stepping around bits of debris. The street was decimated. Huge holes lined either side of the road, bits of concrete and asphalt peppered the ground, along with more glass. Some stores looked like they’d imploded, others were missing completely. A building across the way was missing the whole front of it - it had simply caved in. Some cars had been flattened by debris, one was one fire, and a few were blaring their alarms.

Shivering, you braced yourself against a still standing wall, and peered around it. The trio were standing in around a figure on the ground, and your heart sank when you realized that it was Eddie, his left leg broken, his right arm bent at an unnatural angle. Venom was pooled under him, trembling, and you growled when one of the thugs aimed a flamethrower at the leading edge of the symbiote and literally burnt it off with a burst of fire.

Your life, or the life of the man (and symbiote) that you loved?

Your hands curled into fists at your sides, nails cutting into your palms as your knuckles went white.

You didn’t have the luxury of fear anymore.

Eddie groaned, pain, sharp and white hot, bombarding him. One leg was definitely fucked up, and one of his arms was just a blur of agony. Things weren’t too good with his head either, he had trouble focusing his eyes, and his thoughts seemed decidedly… slippery.

The place where Venom usually lived in his brain was frighteningly quiet, and he frowned, tasting blood as he licked his lips, voice croaking out. “V-Venom?”

A voice snorted laughter at him. “Sorry, asshole. Your alien buddy is down for the count.”

Another chuckled. “Easiest five mil I ever made.”

He groaned again, trying to sit up, good arm shaking as he tried to heft himself up, only to cry out when the butt of a gun smacked into his forehead. Stars and blackness exploded across his vision, consciousness wavering, and Eddie felt hands grab him, felt new pain as he was dragged down the street. His still working hand slid through a familiar viscous mass, and he curled his fingers into the symbiote, slurring Venom’s name again.

“Wait. What the fuck is that?”

“What the fuck is what?”

Dimly, Eddie felt it. The ground, vibrating, like an earthquake, but more drawn out. As if a train was rumbling by. He rolled his head on his shoulders, blinking through the blood in his eyes, and joined his three attackers in trying to figure out what was going on.

He caught sight of you before they did. Blinked again, trying to focus, as you kept walking towards them, slowly, steadily. Your business outfit was torn, blood, dust, dirt and grime marring your clothes, feet bloodied from walking on bits of glass and debris.

“Who’s that?”

“Who the fuck cares? She’s a witness. Fry her.”

Eddie thrashed, trying to get loose. Howled when the one on the left returned the attempt with a kick to his head. His skull rebounded against some debris, vision going black, and he groaned, curling into himself, good hand rising to cover the bleeding gash he’d just gained.

“Hey there, sweet thing,” the one with the flamethrower leered as he stepped forward. “You look a little hot!”

“No!” Eddie screamed as fire exploded from the odd gun the thug was holding, washing forward like a tsunami. Saw it engulf you, the flames hot enough to made the paint on nearby cars turn black from the heat and start to peel. He fought, screaming obscenities, lashing out with his good leg and making contact.

The goon with the sonic gauntlets went down with a curse when his knee was kicked in, landing on Eddie with the intention of beating him senseless. Rage took over as Eddie fought back, grappling, beating on the other man with his good fist, until one of the others still standing kicked his broken leg right where it had snapped in half.

His vision went black from pain. Heaving, Eddie curled into himself, receiving a knee to the ribs as the thug he’d kicked gave him a final hit before staggering to his feet again.

He heard a curse of surprise, heard more footsteps. Managed to crack an eye open in time to see the trio start to back away. Frowning, he tilted his head back as far as he could, blinking through his swollen eyes in shock.

You were standing in the center of a circular unburnt patch, the only signs that fire had been involved the chaos around you, burnt cars, smouldering asphalt that was partially melted from the heat.

Eyes narrowed, you stepped forward, ignoring the sizzling stench of your skin burning as you walked across hot concrete. Everything vibrated around you as your powers uncurled from you in waves, making bits of debris rattle on the ground.

Eddie blinked up at you as you reached him, pausing to look down at him with glowing eyes. “B-Babe?” he croaked, shivering when the glow faded a little, as you gave him what you hoped was a reassuring smile before raising your gaze back to the Trio, breathing deep as you stepped in front of Eddie’s crumpled form.

The Trio didn’t bother with any quips or conversation. Merely opened fire, flames and the scream of sonics filling the air.

Eddie grimaced, bracing himself for more pain, eyes widening when you rose a hand to the side, fingers curling a little. A heavily damaged car rose off it’s tires and flew between you and the oncoming attacks. Metal groaned, the frame buckling inwards, as it acted like a barrier, absorbing fire and the sonic barrage. 

You waited for a lull in the attacks before making a shoving motion, sending the car flying forwards. It cartwheeled through the street, sending the Trio diving for cover. You sent an SUV and a pickup truck after it, aiming to crush the opposition outright, eyes narrowing as you reached down, into the ground.

More concrete buckled, ripping free, chunks rising into the air as you took hold of them. Another thought had slivers of glass gathering together into sharpened spikes, your makeshift weapons floating in the air around you, held aloft by your thoughts alone.

Only two of the attackers rose out from the destruction from the vehicles, and Eddie propped himself up on his good arm as you took aim, sending a chunk of concrete after the one with the flamethrower and three spikes after the one with the sonic gauntlets.

Fire was useless against rock. The concrete flew through the wave of flames aimed at it and hit the man right in the chest. He died seconds later when a razor sharp spike of glass sunk into his face.

The other man had thrown himself to the side, rolling out of the way of the spikes you’d sent after him, and Eddie watched as you made a gesture, one of the other chunks of concrete floating nearby shooting forward. It forced the thug to abandon his hiding spot as the heavy chunk flattened the small Mazda he’d been hunkering behind.

He darted across the street, arms raised, more sonics screaming out from those odd gauntlets he wore. You mentally wrenched a nearby car door off it’s hinges, seeing the metal buckle as you used it as a shield. The second the sound stopped, you sent half a dozen spikes at him; five at chest level, one at his feet.

He deflected five, but not the sixth that sunk into his right foot, pinning him to the ground. Finally still long enough for you to focus on him, you mentally reached out and snapped his neck, his head spinning all the way around before he dropped, dead, to the ground.

“That’s quite enough of that.”

Eddie grimaced as he jerked his head to the side, following your startled gaze as the two of you stared at the third goon, and you grit your teeth when the man rose his arms, the pair of sonic gauntlets he wore glinting in the light before he activated them.

Being hit point blank was like having a bomb go off in your head. You screamed, dropping to the ground, your telekinetic hold on the concrete chunks and shards of glass failing as the shriek of sound cut through your brain. Eddie convulsed next to you, the symbiote boiling and undulating in agony.

Panic took over, and you lashed out.

Everything exploded.

The thug died on impact as the blast picked him up and sent him flying across the street to impact with a building wall with bone breaking force. Recurrent waves of power rolled off of you, over and over, concrete buckling, cars being sent flying, buildings cracking on their foundations. Garbage and debris swirled around, forming an impassable barrier.

Eddie groaned, reaching out, fingers touching your arm before curling around your wrist. Everything beyond a ten foot radius around the two of you was falling apart under a constant barrage of unfocused power, the ground cracking and splitting under the stress. “Babe. Babe, s’okay. S’over! Babe!”

The shout, along with the grip on your wrist, jolted you, eyes snapping open, blinking a few times before you focused on Eddie’s bloodied face.

As soon as your mind calmed, everything settled. Cars slammed to the ground, debris dropping all around you like rain. You gasped, breath hitching in your throat as tears gathered in your eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry! I didn’t– I lost control–”

“It’s okay,” Eddie rasped, forcing a smile when you crawled over to him and leaned down to press your forehead to his. “You kick some serious ass when you’re pissed.”

A watery laugh left you, and you kissed him, gently. “You look like shit.”

“Feel like shit, too.” A grunt left him as he forced himself to sit up, and you frowned as you helped him, your gaze landing on the mass of black, viscous, symbiote under him. “Ahhh shit. Ribs.”

“Venom– I-Is he?”

“No clue. Can’t feel him.” He reached down into the obsidian puddle under him, frowning as he sank his fingers into the mass. Felt it vibrate a little against his skin, and look up at you with a crooked smile when the symbiote slowly, painfully slowly, sunk into his skin. “Down but not out.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Good.”

Sirens caught both of your attentions, and you frowned as police, fire trucks and ambulances appeared at the intersection. People appeared from everywhere, sticking their heads out of stores and alleys and doorways before mobbing the response teams.

You looked away and refocused on Eddie, who was pale under the patina of dirt and blood. Sighing, you dropped down to sit next to him, leaning your head against his when he slumped against you. “Don’t think Vee’s going to appreciate hospital food though.”

He managed a tired, weak, huff of laughter. “That’s because it’s not real food.”

A smile tugged at your lips for a moment before fading. “Think I’ll get arrested?”

“Don’t know. Though if anyone connects me with Venom, I might be joining you.”

“Shit.”

“Yup.”

“I’m sorry… for not telling you,” you murmured as the throng of police and EMTs neared the two of you. “I should have. You trusted me, and I was too much of a coward to reciprocate.”

His good hand sought out yours and you shivered when his fingers curled around yours tightly. “S’okay. Promise. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Overruled.”

A tired laugh left you. “You’ve been watching too many court dramas again.”

“Vee’s fault.”

“Of course it is.”

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So, as I’m wracking my brain in working on this scene (Filia has just found out the truth about the Ancient Dragons from notes left behind by the former elder in the secret chapel of Laurent) I figure I want to talk about the history of my Slayers Rewrites.  Because I find it A LOT of fun to retell various RPGs with the comedic nature of Slayers...

Cut for ramblage...read if you want!

So, I first heard about Slayers on the internet in the early 2000s.  I just happened upon a crossover MST series through searching for stuff about a game I like, and both Zel and Xellos had roles within.  There were also a few bad Slayers fics being made fun of on it so I got to somewhat meet the four mains and Xellos a bit more (Lina/Gourry/Zelgadis/Amelia are a team in every season, Xellos appears from NEXT onward, Sylphiel is in the first season and NEXT, same with Zangulus but he’s an enemy in the original, Martina is NEXT exclusive, Filia is TRY exclusive...no I have yet to watch Revolution or Evolution-R though I know a bit about them and you can blame that on laziness).  And being the internet savvy girl I was, I was looking up A LOT of stuff online to learn more about the show and the cast to see if I wanted to buy it.

Now, I get some VHS Tapes (this was an era before boxed sets and DVDs were more expensive than VHS) and see the first thirteen episodes.  That gets them through the first arc and ends with Lina, Gourry, and Amelia heading off to Sairaag in the second arc.   I didn’t have money to buy more at that point in time...so what’s a girl to do?  Simple!  Write a stupid fanfic that only requires basic knowledge of the series to do!  What I chose was to set the story after TRY, but only feature Lina and Gourry since I’d seen a lot less of Zel or Amelia to get a grasp on writing them.  I knew there was going to be something between them on the road, but never 100% get together by the end of the show.  Thus, shipping and getting married would happen!

The way I did it was write a parody...using Legend of Mana!  Basically, Lina and Gourry get sucked into Fa’Diel and have to do all the quests in LoM using the magic swords they found before being teleported.  Also, those two and their bottomless pits for stomachs worked wonders in giving them excuse to go to new towns or even new dungeons at times.  For added stupidity, all of the quest characters who joined you and all people related to their quests were character shifted to a variety of other RPGs (several Breath of Fire games due to the many demi-humans, Tales of Destiny because I needed feuding siblings, Arcana because I was self indulging my Muse, Lufia for the elf siblings by giving Jerin a twin).  It had some fun gags with food, Lina teaching her young apprentice to Fireball anything that annoyed him with every Wisdom they visited, Gourry being way too good hearted, treasure hunting with Lina...and of course Lina finding a curse lifting charm but losing it before she can give it to Zelgadis after getting home because Xellos is an ass!  It definitely is not half as good as the later attempt at novelizing LoM with Touhou, but it was hella fun to write!

Sometime later, after watching all of Slayers and having a grasp of all characters, I wrote a parody of Grandia with the cast.  This started my joke of having an “introduction” that is Teefa bantering with Sky and the cast with a cast list describing each role and then saying who is playing it.  With the cast lists, she usually had to post them in a rush after SOMEONE (usually Xellos) caused trouble and she had to intervene (like the time he got Lina riled up enough that she burned down the trees near the atelier, brought her lamp to life to terrorize everyone...or outright started a war with Filia).

My excuse for using Grandia was actually due to the second game!  Millennia had reminded me of an unholy cross between Lina, Naga, and Xellos, but the characters didn’t work for a parody using that one.  It had the hilarity of having TWO Nagas running around because only she and Eris made sense to be the Three Witches and Naga did get cloned TEN times (not counting the one with opposite personality).  Also, Amelia re-named Puffy to Justice because...Amelia!  This was also the first time I made Zelgadis from a race of people with Chimeric powers like his, due to the sheer number of demi-human races in Grandia (don’t ask why he played Rapp...but character importance, relations, and themes are more important than personalities since I can change anything).  It also was the advent of the “anti-magic collars,” as I had to keep finding reasons for Lina to get kidnapped as she played Feena (the first time, Amelia was taken instead as bait...second time, “that time of the month” but since the show didn’t abuse it I couldn’t...third, a special device Mazoku use to seal a more dangerous sorcerer they need kept alive).  It also started the tradition of Phibrizzo just offing Gaav like in canon (Valgaav wouldn’t betray his master upon hearing his true motives like Mullen did, thus Phibrizzo causes him to make a truce with Gourry and the others).  The fic also had the most uncreative name in “The Many Adventures of Gourry Gabriev,” (MAGG for short), and was so long I put each disk of the game in its own folder!

Next up was “Sword of Light,” aka a parody of Vandal~Hearts!  Featuring a lot of gender swapping (too many male roles vs. a show with a large cast of females and less males), having to BS a large cast (I even had to use minor characters and some non-Mazoku antagonists like Rezo and Eris as heroes to fill out roles), and Lina nuking a prison and just missing killing off several main antagonists by a few hours!  I also have fun with the fact that Eleni’s past self is also named “Leena” by making the name change just the fact that the outlying village and the main part of the country spelled the name differently.  And as the cast stayed together instead of rotated, there were a lot more comedic moments between more characters...notably when Xellos wins them a fight by purposefully antagonizing Filia in the right way!

It was not long after that when I decided that it would be cool to do Seiken Densetsu 3 (remember...worked on in 2006, no English name yet).  Why?  I’m not sure!  Might have been I was just playing it at the time.  Might have been after finding the LP archives and finally reading an LP to find out what happened after I failed to kill Zable Fahr on my own file.  I actually began it in 2006, according to some old journal entries from back then, however I know the initial idea was from my senior year in High School because I remember writing about it in a journal we had to keep for a class and write a page a day about whatever the hell we wanted.  But I don’t think I’d written either of the other two parodies at that time (due to some dated humor in my Intro for the first), so it was probably me just taking an old concept and renewing it it.  I mean...a mage, a swordsman, a cleric, a demi-human of sorts, a blonde girl associated with dragons, a sly violet haired guy.  Which cast am I talking about?  Trials of Mana?  Or Slayers TRY?  I chose to name it “Hikari no Ken Densetsu” in honor of the fact that this game was only released in Japan and most fans called it by its Japanese name.  “Hikari no Ken” is the Japanese name for Gourry’s Sword of Light, so it also fits in the way using the English name worked for the previous game!

I’m still not sure why I stopped writing at Elmekia(Valsena)...only there was reference to an interesting idea I wanted to look into.  And I never picked it back up!  Until now, when the Remake has gotten my interest in the game and its characters up to the highest level it’s ever been!  Even if I know I’ll probably go off and write a Hawkeye/Riesz shipping fic in between sessions at some point!  Especially if writing goes on long enough that I’m back to the Stupid Sexy Hawkeye run...because Fenrir Knight gives me LOADS of really dumb ideas for fanfic fodder!  Both ones I’d share and ones I’d keep to myself!

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Wow, almost all of them, huh, @annoyinglyuniquebread? I’ll put it under a read-more as to not hit everyone with walls of text but read if ya feel like it…Okay, here we go!

0. Height 

I’m 5′1 just like Carrie Fisher/Princess Leia!

1. Age

I’m 21, but my birthday is in February so pretty soon I’ll be feelin’ 22! *Dances horrendously*

2. Shoe Size

 I’m a 5 in US sizes I think…?

3. Do you smoke?

I do not

4. Do you drink?

Well yes, it’s important to stay hydrated kids, my drink of choice is coke or tea…But I assume this is asking if I drink alcohol which I do not do

5. Do you take drugs?

Once again I assume this is referring to illegal drugs and not meds, I do not do any of those. However I do take antidepressants and sleeping pills for my anxiety-related insomnia/the occasional anxiety-suppressor.

6. Age you get mistaken for?

As I’m pretty short and thin (+ you tend to look smaller in a wheelchair which i occasionally use) I’d say people tend to assume I’m a lot younger than I am. If asked my age most people tend to guess around 15, or at least they did when I was in my late teens, no one has guessed my age in a while so maybe i look older these days? idk lol

7. Have tattoos?

I do have a tiny lightening bolt on my wrist, it’s a Harry Potter reference/a symbol for my general love of stories.

8: Want any tattoos?

I do definitely want more tattoos in the future, I haven’t really decided on placements yet but I know that I want a Buffy-B (a B in the Btvs-font) on my other wrist so that my two fandom tattoos can match in placements. I also want a fox somewhere and “fearless” in Taylor Swift’s handwriting to remind me of her brilliant definition of the word: (”To me, fearless is not the absence of fear. It’s not being completely unafraid. To me, fearless is having fears. fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.”)   which I think will help with my anxiety. Those are a few of the tattoos I know that I want to get at some point, but there’s always room for more options since I really like the idea of a lot of tattoos!

9: Got any piercings?

Nope, not even pierced ears

10: Want any piercings?

Not really, no

11: Best friend?

@gay-grandma

12: Relationship status?

Single, sapphic and sad

13: Biggest turn ons?

As far as personality and little things go I’d say people who listen and respect my opinions and my view of a situation, but also aren’t afraid to say what they think/voice their opinions I guess. Also like, when people are genuine with their affection and you can tell that they just genuinely care for you I guess? Geez this sounds cheesy! As for physically, I’m gonna say collarbones…Is that weird? I feel like that’s weird…Not necessarily seeing collar bones (malnutrition isn’t sexy, kids!) but just like biting or kissing them I don’t even know! Maybe I have a few kinks too, but this is already officially TMI and I’m gonna stop………..   

14: Biggest turn offs?

Bigoted or small-minded people honestly, nope not gonna interact!

16: I’ll love you if…

You respect me, seduce me with your nerdiness and/or let me introduce you to nerdy stuff (Movies/shows/books/games etc) I like and most importantly, genuinely seem to like me tbh, I don’t ask for much…

17: Someone you miss

I live pretty far away from my family for school so I find myself almost constantly missing them and my dog :( Also you and your stupidly pretty face, @annoyinglyuniquebread I can’t believe it’s gonna be so long until I get to see you!

18: Most traumatic experience?

Probably something emotionally abusive at the hands of my biological dad or his wife but honestly I’ve repressed most of it and I don’t really wanna talk about that sooooo………*shudders* Anywayyyy

20: What I hate most about myself?

Too many things to list to be honest. I’m not trying to sound negative, but I do have a lot of issues when it comes to how I view myself, but I am working on them and am hoping to be getting to a place where I can honestly say that I don’t think I suck in the near future, wish me luck!

22: What I want to be when I get older?

Author! I wanna write, write write! If ONE kid picks up a book I’ve written and it helps them in any way at all or sparks that love of stories in them that has become my own driving force, then my goal in life has been achieved!

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

Okay, so I have 4 siblings, two older sisters and two younger brothers. My relationship to my sisters are pretty much your standard sibling-situation, we grew up together and occasionally we wanted to murder each other, but most of the time we got along and now as adults we’re all pretty close even though I live far away. My brothers are a more complicated situation, due to my nonexistent relationship with my biological father I haven’t actually seen my little bros in years, I hope that we’ll be able to have some type of relationship one day, but as long as they live with dad I don’t see that as possible, although I love them and would love to be a proper big sib to them someday!

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

My mom is absolutely one of the most important people in my life, I love spending time with her and she’s the one I go to first if any problem, big or small arises in my life, we’ve always been extremely close and she’s quite simply my best friend. My step-dad (who I tend to refer to as dad most of the time) has been in my life since I was 4 and he’s more of a father to me than my biological dad (who i don’t even view as my ‘dad’ at all) ever was or could ever be. I love him with all my heart, he’s the best and one of the funniest people I know! I’d say generally I’m very, very close to both of my parents and they’re both extremely important to me and here I am getting sappy at 2AM. 

25: My idea of a perfect date

Movie/Show marathon and cuddling with snacks tbh

26: My biggest pet peeves

When the cover/general appearance of a book on my shelf doesn’t match what the rest of the books in that series look like…All my books have to match if they’re part of the same series or I freak the fuck out honestly! That’s really the only pet peeve I can think of at the moment.

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

I kinda really like @annoyinglyuniquebread but don’t tell her, it’d just get to her pretty head and she’d probably tease me about it and I’m shy!

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

Wow, has someone told the oversized cheeto running America that he has a giant dead cat on his head yet orrrrr…?

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend?

I can’t think of a specific situation in which I’ve done this just now, but chances are if you’re my friend I’ve probably lied to you and told you I was sick so I wouldn’t have to hang out with you that day, it’s not that I don’t WANNA hang out, I love you I promise…it’s just my very awkward introverted ass not being sure how to tell you that I need to reschedule because my social battery is drained and that I am going to physically explode if I have to be around humans for the next few days, without sounding like a hermit and/or hurting your feelings soooo…Yeah, sorry about that!

30: What I hate the most about work/school?

That it ruins the fun of learning with all those deadlines and gives me performance anxiety about stuff I’d normally be good at/comfortable with doing…

31: What my last text message says?

“Night, I love you

32: What words upset me the most?

Any type of uninformed, ignorant hate speech, when someone is being bigoted in my presence it always makes me feel like I want to scream and/or cry 

33: What words make me feel the best about myself?

When people compliment my hair, clothes or writing it really makes my day every time without fail! Also when people use my chosen name and pronoun it makes me feel like I could take on the whole world on my own and win, so thank you SO much to everyone in my life who make an effort to do that every day!!

34: What I find attractive in women?

Um, everything about them, i mean have you SEEN girls??? I love being a lesbian; ladies, you’re all so beautiful I wanna squeal just thinking about it!

35: What I find attractive in men?

Them being Harrison Ford. If you are male, but not Mr. Ford I’m sorry but I’m simply not attracted to you at all and won’t date you. Sorry men, I don’t make the rules. However, if you’re reading this, Harrison from ca 1980 (why would you be?) hit me up!

37: One of my insecurities?

Too many to list again, but like I said, I am working on that! 

38: My childhood career choice

Author, not much has changed, huh? I’ve actually known what I want to be since I was like 5.

40: Who I wish I could be?

A happier, more secure version of myself…Or you know Han Solo/Veronica Mars/Kim Possible, that works too!

41: Where I want to be right now?

Right at this moment I’m pretty happy here under the covers in my big comfy bed listening to Taylor Swift with my laptop in my lap and answering all these questions. Even though I’m having a pretty bad case of insomnia I feel pretty content, a little hungry tho…Think I’m gonna go make noodles and finish Stranger Things when I’m done answering these! 

42: The last thing I ate

Some salted caramel chocolate a while ago, it was delicious!

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately?

Well I’d be cheating on my wife if I didn’t say Sarah Michelle Gellar, wouldn’t I? Although there are a few other candidates as well…

44: A random fact about anything

Did you guys know that @annoyinglyuniquebread aka Bella is really cute and awesome and great at holding hands? Well, if you didn’t there’s a random fact for ya!

Wow, that sure was a lot of questions, but it was fun to answer them all! Thanks for sending them, Bella

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okay im gonna just try and write down all my damn pokemon i can remember from every generation fuck fuck i know i could never get ALL OF THEM cos it was at least 100 each gen but i can hopefully remember my main teams??

~ Sun and Moon Team ~

Pulcinella the male Primarina (Egotistical smarmy jerk-with-a-heart-of-gold celebrity boy) Herald the female Mimikyu (nice grandma + amateur newspaper reporter, sends them back to the other ghosts at the thrifty megamart) Charlene the female Golisopod (never really thought of a personality for her? I didnt originally intend to use her but then she was really good and i love golisopod’s design?? so i just named her randomly after charon cos wimpod is kinda shaped like his hair, lol) (i think maybe one of those cowardly characters who’s brave when she needs to protect her friends? like eduardo from foster’s home for imaginary friends) Suspenders the female Lurantis (stoic samurai type, but also very sweet, naive and a little ditsy. easily gullible to pulcinella’s pranks cos she just takes everything seriously with samurai honor.) Ampere the female alolan Raichu (sweet mom friend of the group, makes everyone pancakes and mitigates all the conflicts. you’d think herald would outrank her in mumsiness but she’s more like the eccentric grandma who encourages her kids to misbehave, lol) Sherbet the male Muk (super chipper cuddly little toddler type fella who luv and support he friends) (OH GOD i caught a shiny muk in bw2 and i was gonna say they were cousins and i was so excited to have them finally meet.. aaaa... T_T) (THE COUSIN IS NAMED NOUGAT AND HE IS ALSO A SUPER CHIPPER CUDDLY BABY AND NOW HIS WHOLE FAMILY IS FUCKIN DEAD) (god that gives him a plotline to differentiate him from his alolan version but GEEZ i didnt want it to happen like that...)

and honorary member Neopolitan the Kadabra who was on the team early on but got replaced with Charlene cos when SuMo first came out there was a dumb glitch that prevented kadabra from learning one move in its learnset and it was just STUCK WITH NO ATTACKING MOVES FOR 20 LEVELS GEEZ but neopolitan was still a supportive friend yes possibly personality like that monk robot guy from overwhetch?

also honorary member: that leavanny that my friend Beezah traded me and i spent ages training it up to level 80 to rematch her and i NEVER GOT TO DO IT I think his name might have been cedric?? or some other c name??

~ X and Y Team ~

Didnt really think of personalities for these ones or have any big attatchment to them, except that the game came out on my birthday by some strange coincidence. funny how we’ve gone from that to losing games on my birthday! the xy birthday was like the only time my birthday hasnt been GIANT MISFORTUNE in the last seven years, and the only time i managed to meet up with any irl friends and have some sort of a party. so i guess i’ll remember that fondly about XY even though the story was possibly my least favourite in the series.

Namaqua the male Greninja Jayus the male Aromatisse (named for an OC of mine at the time, who’s also my steam handle!) Dwedd the female Gourgeist (who was actually my most powerful pokemon in sun and moon competitive?? god im gonna miss her now)

and I’m seriously struggling to remember if there were any others :P

~ ORAS Team ~

I played both versions of this so my team was kinda huger? Still not super memorable as a generation, tho. one of the ones im least depressed about but more depressed than xy. but still depressed about all of them. AAAAA

York the female Blaziken Roquefort the female Swampert (a duo! i played with both of them as my starters cos i only played a little bit of alpha sapph before switching to omega rube for the main playthru. i just love tabitha!) (oh and they were named for some of my ocs at the time.) Wesley the male Charizard (actually got him in XY but never used him there) Seraphim the female Salamence (REALLY sad about this one cos she was a gift from my friend Zoe whom i’ve now lost contact with, same one who gave me the birthday party when xy came out, same one who traded me like EIGHTY OTHER POKEMON ACROSS ALL MY GAMES and LITERALLY SAVED MY LIFE ONCE and WAS AN AMAZING PERSON) Nick the female Gyarados (also traded from zoe. it was named after her fish who died :< I LET HER DOWNNNNNNNN) Tanka the female Gardevoir (just a shoutout to the one i had back when i first played the original rse as a kid, but lost along the way. it was also my username and the name of like forty different ocs for every fandom i had as a kid? i just thought it was a cool word. its the name of a type of poem i heard in class once) Pascal the female Ludicolo (Only one who i gave any sort of personality to. I kinda liked her so much she was more like my starter? i felt like she was a super chill badass. repurpose all those old chuck norris memes for pascal!) Lockjaw the female Banette and Hex the male Mismagius (actually pokemon i made as ocs for a team galactic fanfic i never wrote. usually i make pokemon ocs based on mons i caught, but these ones i went out and caught them to match the story. spent so long chaining mons to find a story-fitting nature for lockjaw that i stumbled onto a shiny shuppet along the way?? i was like “fuck but that isnt what i asked for, but i’ll take it anyway” XD) (oh and i named the shiny shuppet Chuckie) (oh and lockhjaw and hex were meant to be the rest of charon’s pokemon team to give him enough for a decent boss battle)

~ BW Team ~

Anotehr generation i didnt really enjoy? honestly there was a large gap between sinnoh and sun and moon where none of the main plots grabbed me. i still enjoyed the gameplay and the increased graphics for all the cool areas and stuff, tho! im just a plot lover so SuMo bumped the series back up from “just consistantly good” to “the best game ever” But strangely enough I did get really attatched to these guys, even if i didnt really think up personalities and backstories for all of them

Shogunkora the male Samurott (Back when i was in highschool i drank so much caffeine it was like a running joke i was ‘that cola kid’ so i just named my starter after a dumb attempt at ‘cola in a japanese accent’. Ugh, past-me!) (But Shogunkora was actually a casuality long before this! I lost him during the time i was transferring pokemon using a friend’s BW cartridge. I actually had to sell my BW game cos i was preparing to run away from my abusive parents and live in a homeless shelter. Thankfully i did indeed survive that! i had to pick on only one game to keep and of course it was sinnoh. But then i ended up losing the cartridge when i moved house and then finding it earlier this year and then causing me to buy bw2 and put the sun cartridge down and.. well, you know the rest.) Boku the female Leavanny (named as an in-joke cos my roselia was Ore in sinnoh. also a casualty who got lost in that hectic transfer.. alas...) Alviss the male Roggenrola (I was very fond of that pun. He managed to survive, and i even got to pet him in sun and moon! I miss him... gahh.. he survived so much and it was all for nothing...) Flint the male Lampent (i only just finally was able to evolve him in sun and moon, thanks to beezah’s help! i miss him tooooo... fuckkkk...)

~ DPPT Team ~

THE GOLDEN ONES god that was back when i was so extra into pokemon, aaa it legit helped me survive thru abusive dad times i got so atattched to sinnoh and all of these lil guys... fuckkkk...

Ore the male Roserade (Personality was like a cheerful and goofily oblivious typical shonen action hero, but like.. eight. He had a sad backstory where he was befriended by a kind old blind human back when he was a wild pokemon, and then some sort of tragedy burned down the forest and killed both that human and all of his family. And also burned off his hands. I mean, he’s a plant so he can grow those flowers back, but it was still super traumatic. So he took up his trainer’s sword in his burnt off hand stumps and promised to avenge him, and thus gained a magical girl style transformation into a human, somehow...??) (the theme for this party was ‘gijinkas’ and i thought it would be cool if there was a different reason behind it for everyone. he was the more magical type.) (oh and he really liked sandwiches) (oh and he was comic relief a lot cos he was a pokemon who turned into a human instead of vice versa. like ariel in the little mermaid where she combs her hair with the fork. HOW DOES HUMAN WORK) Mangos the female shiny Luxray (traded to me by another best friend that i lost touch with long ago, Clash. I miss her too, it sucks that now all i have is one well-protected drawing of an oc she gave me in high school to remember her by..) (anyway, Mangos fit into this random plotline by being the opposite to Ore. she was a human who got turned into a half-pokemon through an evil genetic experiment. And she balanced him out by being an ultra stern and serious mom figure. She was actually a policeman as a human, so she kicked a lot of ass!) (I know that this whole serious personality doesnt really fit with a name like mangos but shiny luxray looks like mangos) Zene the male Infernape (another shonen hero type comic relief guy?? but he was a teenager and comparatively buff, i guess? i didnt realize these two were so samey despite being opposite elements lol. i guess just the difference is that zene did more comic relief and ore did more cuteness factor) (he was also the least developed one in terms of backstory for being in this half-pokemon heroes team. I just knew that he was some sort of martial artist trainee who wanted to be the best, and that was still his goal after he got superpowers, rather than actually saving the world and all. he’d always recklessly get into fights and have no sense of danger, just HEY THAT THING LOOKS DEADLY LEMME PROVE IM DEADLIER) (oh but i did think way too much about how the law would work in this situation?? like, he was depressed and ended up joining this travelling group cos he got banned from the martial arts tournement he was in. having pokemon superpowers would put him at an unfair advantage.) (oh, i think actually his powers were just genetic or something? like it was a mystical power his whole family line had, but he was an orphan so he didnt know until he hit puberty and started breathing fire. but comedically he thought it was because he ate a magical riceball instead. “it was supernaturally yummy!”) Gaspar the male Haunter (Actually came from that one memorable trollish trade in sinnoh where that lady offers you a haunter and it doesnt evolve into gengar, DAMN YOU. i was determined to love him forever to spite her!) (oh and he eventually did evolve into gengar in xy due to a friend trade and me forgetting to tell her not to evolve him. i’d gotten really attatched to him as a haunter so i was sad for a while before realizing it was dumb and that i might have made my friend think i was mad at her?? thankfully we worked it all out!) (Gaspar’s gijinkaness was literally just... i Died.) (He was a human from the 1920s or something who died horribly and came back as a ghost to avenge his own death. but then after he avenged it he continued to exist, and he floated around aimlessly for a long time before learning to appreciate his second chance and form a new life and a new family. He was like the goofy sitcom dad of the team!) (oh, and he liked candy. i still maintain the headcanon that all ghost pokemon like sweet things!)

~ RSE Team ~

These guys actually were also part of my sinnoh team, but they originated from RSE. I didnt really get attatched to my pokemon in rse or gsc cos i was still salty over having my yellow cartirdge stolen and losing my starter raichu that i loved. TOOK THIS LONG FOR IT TO HAPPEN AGAIN, EH? *cries forever*

Reaper the male Sneasel (My honorary starter and oldest pokefriend. I miss him the most.. fuck..) (He was like.. kinda sirius black from harry potter? but teenage? and like.. trying to be serious? like, a total goober prankster loveable uncle figure but he wants everyone to think he’s a brooding dark antihero, and gets flustered whenever his true cuteness slips through. He looked like squall from ff8 except with dark skin and sunglasses??) (He was also someone who was a pokemon with human powers, instead of a human with pokemon powers. But he adapted a lot better to human society, he was just like.. pride at being wild? He hated the idea of being captured by a trainer, or now the idea of losing his true self and becoming like those humans he hated. So all his moments of failing to pass as human were more cos he refused to lower himself and do [insert normal thing here], rather than cos he was oblivious like Ore. But he actually did end up getting a soft spot for his trainer and becoming like a dad figure to her, like how mangos was a mom to ore and zene, and gaspar was the grandpa/dad to everyone in general. I had quite a complex set of relationships worked out for everyone!) (oh, and yeah, they had a trainer! cos i mean i was playing the game, of course they did. but it was more like the one token powerless human on a team of magical girls and boys. she just pretended to be their trainer so they could travel around pretending to be normal pokemon when necessary. and they were all bffs and protected her cos she didnt have parents. she was kind of a self insert..) (oh, and reaper’s backstory was that he was one of the shadow pokemon captured by team cipher, and then when he got rescued and purified it somehow gave him superpowers too or something. he was blessed by celebi and was like the chosen hero of that legendary. But he didnt wanna, he just wanted to use his new human feet to go buy booze and stuff XD) (i actually did get him in collosseum and he was my fave and best and i kept him forever and now he’s fucking gone) (fuck) Nether the male Sableye (Basically my oc Malachi?? its been all these years and i just suddenly recently revived his plot concept as his own character in his own original story. I hope maybe now i could do that with all the others in some way, so i dont forget them..) (he was all the same back then, down to dying from being bricked up inside a basement. except he became a magical gijinka instead of a more normal ghost.) (oh and this version had him as an adult instead of a child, and his personality was... vague? he started off as a loki-ish trickster and then was a complete jerk and then was the comic relief and then was a gym leader and blablabla. At one point he was even Reaper’s boyfriend, which is ridiculous now this character is a kid instead! (tho he’s still remained bisexual in honor of that) Funnily enough he was also Reaper’s sworn enemy gary oak rival at some point too!) (Basically he was the least developed personality-wise, so i dont feel bad that i changed him quite a bit as malachi. it doesnt feel like a change and more like i finally figured out what i originally wanted to do with him.)

~ RBY virtual console team ~

aaaargh only just got them and already lost them whyyyy

Chuppy the male Raichu (reincarnation of the first pokemon i ever got on my original Yellow cartridige, which got stolen because kids are ASSHOLES) (i cried for days and i feel like doing it again right now.. how little life changes...) Starlet the female Clefable Gumdrop the Nidoqueen

i didnt even have time to love you enouuuuughhh

i didnt love any of them enough aaaa

god this made me sad

but at least now i wont forget any of those memories

probably??

i dunno how to tag this so i dont forget

[soldierwinterthe]

You loved me once

Pairing: demon!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Oral sex (female e male receiving), unprotected sex (use condoms!)

Word Count: 2604

Feedback is always appreciated.

“Hi Dean.”

The hunter looked up, and seeing Y/n in front of him, he rolled his eyes. He had been quite clear: he didn’t want her or Sam to follow him. The old Dean was gone. Now he was a Knight of Hell, a demon, strong, and without emotions, and concern for others.

“Y/n.” Dean said as he stood up from his chair; He had been in that bar already too long, and the presence of the girl, it was a great excuse to leave. He and Y/n... had a long history behind it: the girl had begun to hunt with Dean during the Sam’s ‘period of college’, and they were never away from each other. What the hunter felt when she was at his side... it was love. Dean hadn’t understood from the beginning, he was a man of a thousand women, and a single night. But the more he saw Y/n grow before his eyes, as he noticed her beauty, and her strong character.

And then he had the courage to approach her, and kiss her; and Y/n doesn’t reject him. From that day everything changed: the two were more gregarious than ever, even when Sam went back to hunt with them. They were unbeatable.

But everything could hear Dean at that time, was... nothing. He just wanted to be alone, away from his brother and that girl. They would surely have tried to bring him back, the “Dean of the first”, which he wasn’t interested at all.

Dean left the bar, hoping Y/n doesn’t follow him, but he knew she would. He felt the presence of the girl behind him, who followed constantly, to the motel. Dean, arrived at his room, tried to leave out Y/n, but the girl puts a foot in front of the door, and she managed to enter. Dean began to feel anger invade his body. And something else, an emotion that he couldn’t explain. Y/n entered with arrogance in the room, and closed the door behind her.

“Let me guess: you’re here to take me back.”

The Y/n’s gaze fixed on him, made feel Dean... weird. A shiver ran through the spine of his back. Meanwhile Y/n wandered into the room, went back and forth, until she decided to sit on the bed.

“To be honest, no.”

The Y/n’s answer surprises the hunter; he was convinced that the only goal of the girl was to bring him back, to return to being a person... good. He didn’t expect Y/n wanted him to stay a demon.

“And why are you here then?”

Y/n smiled, and with a quick rush, she rose from the bed, touching Dean’s body with her.

She licked her lips, her hands on his chest, her eyes met those of Dean. The hunter tried to remain impassive to those small gestures, even though it was not easy. Although he wasn’t interested emotionally Y/n (was it really so?), Dean couldn’t pretend to be indifferent to the girl’s body; to her small fingers that touched him, to her full lips, her hips trying to struggle with his. Dean closed his eyes and sighed; Y/n lured him to her flirting, but the hunter wasn’t stupid. Although the sexual tension was at its peak, Dean wouldn’t yield.

Y/n hadn’t answered the question of Dean, and so the boy took a step back, the girl moving away from him.

“Why don’t you take me back?”

The Y/n’s gaze still caught more attention to Dean; although she tried in every way to provoke the boy, however, she had red eyes.

She will certainly have cried, thought Dean, you don’t fool me, sweetheart.

“There will not be needed.” said Y/n, still approaching once Dean. Her hands wrapped around the neck of the hunter, and he did nothing but stare.

“Because you will yourself back to me.”

Dean laughed; he thought it was the biggest crap he had ever heard. Because he wanted to go back to being a mere human?

Be a Knight of Hell was extraordinary: he could do whatever he wanted, he could have everything he had always wanted. He had the strength, he had the power.

“I don’t never coming back, sweetheart. I will not go back to being that simple, weak, and stupid human, that I was. I will never go back to Sam, and you. I will not return to love you.”

Y/n felt butterflies in the stomach more and more agitated. It was not easy to stay there, impassive, in front of the man you love, in front of the man who was once kind, good, and the best of all. In front of the man who was now a demon. Her hands began to bowl on Dean’s face, her eyes were sailing in the green ones of the boy; the Y/n’s lips brushed those of Dean, but she didn’t kiss him. She knew that if she did, she wouldn’t have left him.

“It doesn’t matter.” she said, while Dean held back the urge to sling on her, on her lips, lay her on the bed and remove her clothes off. Why he felt that emotion so strange for someone like him? What was it really? Desire? Passion? ...Love?

No, impossible; a demon doesn’t feel love. He doesn’t feel love, no longer now.

“You loved me once. You can love me again.”

The Y/n’s words left Dean breathless; she really thought he would have loved her again.

Deluded, thought Dean instinctively.

Y/n walked away from the hunter, and she passed him, going to the door. Before going out, the girl spoke once more to the boy.

“I’m going to the bar. When you want, I’ll wait there.”

That said, Y/n left the room, leaving Dean alone with his thoughts.

It had been a couple of hours, when Dean finally decided to come out of his room, and go to the bar; he wanted to drink, but in the end he knew he wanted to go there to see if Y/n was waiting for him.

And if Y/n was right? If he still had feelings for her? If he is not able to eliminate those emotions inside him?

Dean entered the bar not far from his motel, and the first thing he did was look around; when he finally saw Y/n, he skipped a beating heart. He wanted to go to her, he felt the need to have her by his side, hold her to him. It could feel something like that, a demon?

Dean, however, saw that the girl was not alone; there was a man at her side, next to the pool table. She laughed with him, and in turn made their moves. Dean felt a pang in the stomach, but he tried to shake off that feeling. He went over to the counter, and began to drink. A sip, another, and another; he couldn’t take his eyes off Y/n. He watched her carefully, while with the pool cue, she fell on the pool table; her shirt pulled up, leaving the girl’s stomach in full view. The jeans perfectly clutching the hips, and on the ass...

Dean looked away, feeling a tingle there on the crotch; even though he was a demon, he still felt something, but he couldn’t figure out what. At that moment he wanted only to drag Y/n away from that place, and take her in his room.

“Now I have to go.”

Dean turned back to watch Y/n, as she walked away from the pool table, and the man, or at least she tried. The man positioned himself in front of the girl, tried to make her stay a little longer with him. Y/n said once again that she had to go away, but the man didn’t listen; he squeezed her arm and pulled her toward him. The girl began to squirm, and tried to get away from the man, in vain. Dean felt a sudden anger invade his body, and within seconds was alongside Y/n; he pushed the man away from her, and hit him stronger to face.

Y/n gasped when she found Dean at her side; she was so focused on the game of billiards and the man, who hadn’t noticed his entry in the bar. Dean turned to her, and their eyes met; the hunter squeezed her wrist, and pulled her out of the bar.

Neither of them spoke, while Dean was heading to the motel, taking the girl nearest to him. When finally they arrived, Dean opened the door, and brought in Y/n with him. The boy slammed the door quickly, and pushed Y/n against it; the girl didn’t have time to say anything, that Dean’s lips were on hers. In that kiss there was desire, passion, desire to one another, feelings that Dean didn’t think to prove again. The hunter traveled with lips on the girl’s face, to the hollow of the neck; he kissed her, licked her, bit her. He continued down until to get to the button of her jeans; furiously, he unbuttoned the Y/n’s pants, and pushed them away, along with the panties. He kisses and bites both of the legs, marking what was his.

A sharp cry came from the Y/n’s lips, when Dean laid the tongue on her pussy; he began to torture the clit, making her moan more.

“Yes!”

Dean slid a finger inside her pussy, continuing to suck her clit; he slipped another finger, and Y/n arched her back, feeling the orgasm approaching. She was screaming with pleasure, as Dean licked satisfied the taste of her.

Y/n was out of breath, but Dean stood up and flung himself again on her lips; he turned away from her and looked into her eyes.

“On the bed.”

The order of Dean excited Y/n more, and without taking her eyes from Dean, she walked toward the bed, and lay down. The hunter leaned against the door, and he looked at the beauty of Y/n.

“Take off your clothes.” he said, as he watched her carefully. Y/n took off her shirt, and with a slow agony, she also took off her bra, remaining completely naked. Dean slid his hand in his pants, and began to touch his cock, become harder because of her.

“Why don’t you help?” said Y/n suddenly; Dean felt explode. He came up at the foot of the bed, and Y/n, kneeling on the bed, attracted the Dean’s lips to her; she bit his bottom lip, making moan the boy between her lips. With her hands on the crotch, Y/n unbuttoned the hunter’s jeans, pulling them along with boxer.

She lowered herself onto the hunter’s cock, and licked its length; she squeezed her hand on Dean’s cock, and she began to suck; Dean felt in paradise; in recent weeks he had been sleeping with other women, but Y/n... she was different. In her gestures, she made him feel... loved.

“Yes, Y/n... do it like this...”

Dean wished her lips on his cock even more, and squeezing a hand through her hair, he pulled her towards him.

“I’m.. Y/n, I’m coming.”

Dean closed his eyes, and he enjoyed that perfect moment, as he came between the girl’s lips. He tried to calm his breath as Y/n stood up and sat again on her knees on the bed.

She licked her lips, and this aroused Dean even more.

The hunter quickly took off the rest of the clothes, and lay down on the bed, Y/n beneath him. Their lips collided, the tongues that were fighting each other, the nails of her pressed into the boy’s back. Dean kissed her collarbone, while Y/n continued to moan.

“Fuck me.” said Y/n, approaching Dean closer to her. She didn’t care if the man she loved was a demon, because she knew he would come back to her.

“Fuck you?”

Dean smiled; having Y/n under his control, make her moan because of him... made him mad.

“Please... please?”

“Say again... again...”

Dean loved to hear her beg him, he felt even more the need to make her his.

“Please, Dean. Fuck me!”

Dean didn’t need to repeat again; slowly he brought his cock at the entrance of the Y/n’s pussy, and in an instant, he slipped inside her. Y/n felt full after so long; she loved him so much, that everything else didn’t matter to her.

Deep groans came from both guys, while Dean was moving fast into her.

Dean began to realize that for him it wasn’t just sex; maybe she was right. Maybe he was a different demon from the other, he could feel emotions, to feel love. For Y/n.

“God, Y/n. You’re tight.”

“...yes Dean, right there.”

Dean pushed even more his cock in her pussy, and, with one hand he was torturing her clit.

The hunter looked at the Y/n’s face, that biting her lips, she was going crazy with pleasure. Dean watched her: he had never seen her more beautiful and sexy as now.

“Dean... I can’t... I’m... aah!”

The girl arched her back, her hips colliding with those of Dean; she came, a tear rolled on her face. The guy still gave some push inside her, and then he came, whispering her name into her ear.

They were both motionless, Dean still on her body; the breath was short, and their minds were exhausted. After a while, Dean moved from Y/n and sat by her side.

And now? What would have happened? He was still a demon, and she still loved him.

Both things could not change; or maybe yes?

“I thought you didn’t care about me.”

Dean turned to the girl, who had her eyes closed. Dean licked his lips: despite Y/n was tired and sweaty because of sex, the hunter didn’t think of anything but what she was beautiful, how her hair stuck to her skin, to her chest rose and fell rapidly, did she look like sensual.

“In fact,  it’s so.” Dean said unconvinced. A demon can have feelings, Crowley himself, the king of hell, was... good. When he wanted to. So why Dean couldn’t accept the fact that he could love, despite his new nature?

“To me it didn’t seem so.”

Finally Y/n opened her eyes, which immediately met those of Dean. At that moment the hunter thought about everything he had done and said with Y/n; as much as he had loved her, and how he would protect her at all costs. He hadn’t also done before? He had 'saved’ her from the man in the bar?

Dean got out of bed, took his clothes off the floor, and began to wear them; Also Y/n stood up, but instead of dressing up, walked over to Dean, and resting the body to his back, hugged him. The hunter shivered; This was then that he felt? It was this love? How could he not remember? It was only a few weeks he had become a demon, and yet he had forgotten what it meant to feel something profound for one person.

“Is’t okay. There’s no hurry. You will heal.”

Dean turned around; notwithstanding any man, seeing a naked woman in front of him, would have jumped on top of her, the hunter didn’t it. Instead, he simply approached his lips to those of the girl, and he kissed her. They were soft, and sweet, and they had the taste of him.

Just then Dean realized that he was a demon, but he could also feel love for the girl he loved, for Y/n. And maybe one day, he would understand that he could even return to being a human. After all, it wasn’t that bad.

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[princessdevy03]

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Author’s Note: For @anybodihearme. Here’s to blanket forts, days spent in bed, and long trips to cabins in the woods.

The Cabin: A Marriage Bed

When Kevin wrestled Edd back into the bed, the ravenette was a bit exasperated. It was nearly noon, which meant half the day was gone. Despite the current mist in the air, he was sure the weather would clear out soon and they could get out and about and enjoy what was left of the day.

While he didn’t mind days spent in bed, he didn’t want to spend his honeymoon wasting the day away when he could be out exploring this tiny piece of paradise Kevin had been bragging about for years.

“Beds are meant for sleeping, Kevin!,” he protested as he tried to wiggle away from the redhead’s strong embrace, but Kevin wasn’t letting go.

“Annnnd?”

“And what?!,” Edd asked incredulously until he saw the conniving glint in Kevin’s eyes.

While Edd was keen on showing his students how to show their work, Kevin was keen on showing him just how he worked.

When they were kids, that meant chasing Edd and his friends around to wail on them for a scam failing and hurting him or his ego in some way and then bully them into giving him his quarter back.

When they got to be teenagers, Kevin would try to show him that he could be a good friend. Edd gave him an A for Effort before he gave his own friendship back, though.

Then they reconnected in college and Kevin showed him love.

And now he was about to show him what else the bed could do.

Edd was sure he knew that beds were more than for sleeping, as he had done his fair share of non-sleeping activities in his own beds over the years, but something about the look in Kevin’s eyes let him know that this wasn’t going to be their usual non sleeping bed activity.

At all.

“And we have yet to consummate our marriage is what!,” Kevin growled as he started to yank off Edd’s pajama pants.

Edd sat up slowly as realization dawned across his face and his pants hit the floor.

“I am so sorry, Kevin,” Edd said breathlessly as he started to tug off his tshirt and Kevin sat back on his haunches and stared at him as Edd wrestled himself out of his own clothes.

The last week had been busy with wedding activities.

The first was a Sunday meet the family brunch with both sides of Kevin’s family as they came into town to celebrate the twosome’s long awaited union.

Monday, Kevin had dinner with some of Edd’s out of town family who couldn’t bear to be shown up by Kevin’s welcoming bunch.

Tuesday, Edd had one last bachelor hurrah with his other Ed friends and spent the night on Kevin’s couch because Ed laid him out on it as soon as Edd stumbled inside the apartment and fell flat on his face, his plans to get some lovin’ from his fiancée going down with him. The redhead woke up Wednesday morning to a surprise guest in his very hungover fiancée, but they still had to go to work because it was the last day of school.

Thursday, they packed their separate apartments and moved into their new home together, but crashed as soon as everything was unpacked and put away.

Friday was the rehearsal dinner after Kevin spent the day helping Edd clean up and shut down his classroom for the summer and they got married Saturday evening after breakfast with their friends, getting wedding ready over lunch, and then tons of pictures before the wedding itself.

Nearly every night had been spent together, but not in any way like what they were used to since they started dating.

And when they got to the cabin, between the long road trip itself and Kevin being eager to show Edd around, they both just forgot to do what newlyweds are known for doing now that God and society says they can.

This near self-imposed drought needed some rain and because their status to each other had changed, so did their love itself.

To have a spouse, a husband, someone who has promised before God, your mother, your best friend, and your damn dog (they both claimed Nazz’s yellow lab, Missy, who served as their ringer bearer and flower girl, as their own) to love, honor, and cherish you is a phenomenal thing and needs to be treated as such.

But sometimes life happens and you forget.

Edd counted himself truly blessed to find someone like Kevin who would forgive and bring him back to where he belongs when something so important slips his mind.

Especially since he acted a bit like a brat when Kevin went out on a long run yesterday morning.

But Kevin felt at fault as well.

Between showing Edd around and just being weary from all the wedding stuff, especially since he was so used to having Edd around all the time, loving on his husband wasn’t at the forefront of his mind because he loved Edd every day.

But this late, misty, grey morning was perfect for playing catch up on love.

When naked Edd sat up for a kiss, it took everything in Kevin not to pin him to the mattress.

His husband, someone he thought he would never have, least of all dorky ass Double Dee of all people, was laying in a bed that so many newlyweds in his family made love, and in a few cases, their children in.

This was a marriage bed.

Love was made here.

Vows renewed.

Bonds strengthen.

Babies made.

Considering the latter wasn’t  an option for them in the traditional sense, Kevin at least hoped that however a child came into their home, they would bring them up to the cabin and could cuddle up together with him or her and ride out the storm outside the drafty windows.

He didn’t want to rush it even though they were two days off from making this whole thing official, but God Almighty did he want show Edd how he felt.

Kevin held himself over Edd as he leaned into Edd’s kiss and slowly pushed him back into the bed.

He pulled Edd’s arms from around his shoulders and ran his hands up them until their fingers were interlocked above Edd’s head, the whole while they never stopped kissing.

When Edd started to ease his legs around his waist, Kevin fell into the embrace and a moan that should have embarrassed him escaped his throat, but he didn’t care because in Edd’s arms, just like this, is where he needed to be.

He wrapped his arms around his man and just held him.

Austin may have awaken feelings he tried to keep dark as puberty dawned on he and his peers , but being in the light with Edd wasn’t scary at all. It was comforting.

And being with Edd in this bed, was sheer Heaven.

The feeling of Edd’s hands in his hair was soothing, his kisses warmed his heart and soul.

When Edd’s hands left his hair to roam his back and sides, Kevin was feeling like a cuddled kitten til his sweet husband showed his Double Devious side and grabbed his ass.

The sound that left Kevin’s mouth because of the gesture wasn’t human and scared a few critters trying to keep dry under the bedroom window’s awning away, but Edd was so used to it that he only chuckled when the redhead blinked green eyes at him, wide with shock and just a bit of eager anticipation.

“Later,” Edd grinned. “I thought you were going to show me something about the bed, though?”

Kevin bit his lip as he pulled off his sweat pants and Edd shook his head as he looked him over with lustful appreciation.

“What?,” Kevin whined, withering a bit under Edd’s hot gaze.

“You do know that grey sweatpants on a guy is the male equivalent to lingerie and then you have the balls to go commando,” Edd said lowly as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Says the man who wakes up every morning looking like sex itself,” Kevin as he crawled back between Edd’s legs. “That and I forgot to bring my boxers into the shower with me last night.”

“Uh huh, forgot.”

Smirking green looked over teasing sapphire and a split second later, Kevin’s hand was on Edd’s cock while Edd sucked Kevin’s tongue in his mouth and set ablaze a million fantasies about what else the genius’ mouth could do.

Edd’s arms flailed when the kiss broke and he did his best to dig into the night stand’s drawer to pull out their lube but Kevin’s mouth was working a hickey into his collarbone and he couldn’t breathe. A teasing bite made him flail again and the lube flew out of his hand, but Kevin’s hand was quicker.

“And that’s how I won the 2008 College D3 World Series,” he smiled and Edd laughed.

“I know. I was there!”

Kevin rolled his eyes as he lubed up his fingers and the memory of locking eyes with Edd right before he threw his last pitch ricocheted across his conscience.

He had closed his eyes and taken a breath to steady his nerves and then looked up into the full stands to get some sort of reassurance that he wasn’t about to throw his life away.

It was the bottom of the ninth inning in game seven, there was a full count, the tying run on third, the winning on first, and the guy was a speed demon.

The batter he was facing was a switch hitter and he hated switch hitters.

His dad always told him to make sure to switch up his pitches because he would never know when he’d run into a leftie.

He’d struck him out at the top of the third when he batted right, but now the guy seemed to be mocking him by batting left when it was all on the line.

Thanks to Edd’s help and encouragement, he had kept his high C average and if he passed his finals he’d have a B average for the first time ever. But he was also wearing on a few donors nerves because he could pitch, just not pass his tests like they wanted.

But Edd and Nazz always told him to he had it, but his problem was that he would just over think it and then lose it.

He’d gotten better at just letting the material flow to and through him, but baseball was a whole different ball game.

Then he saw them.

And him.

Edd was sitting between his mom and Nazz and while his mother had her head in her hands, her prayer beads dangling off her finger tips, Nazz’s fingers were crossed as she whispered a few prayers to the skies.

But Edd’s lips moved and what Kevin read off of them answered his own prayers about what he had been wishing for for years. And the advice he gave him gave them a chance to keep their good thing going.

“I love you. Now drop your sinker.”

Kevin let his sinker loose and the switcher swung at nothing but air.

Their kiss in a dark corner off the long hall that led from the locker rooms to the parking lot had them both stealing his breath away but he gave him his heart and he caught it and would always hold on to it.

Now he was looking into those bright, loving blue eyes again and begging Edd to breathe and while the man was willing, Kevin’s immediate actions were making it rather difficult to comply.

The pressure and the pain would always ease into a pleasure Edd would kill to keep in his life, but the getting there was a bit arduous.

In the haze that was his mind, he was sure he heard Kevin’s whispers of adoration, his reassurances of harmless actions, and promises of love and devotion, but his brain could hardly focus on anything but the stretch in his ass til he felt a kiss to the head of his dick and Kevin’s finger brush past his prostate.

His body went tense for a brief moment and his vision saw nothing but Technicolor spots as his mouth let out a moan and he finally relaxed under his husband’s touches.

“P-Please don’t stop.”

And Kevin took all of him down his throat.

A hand is in his hair and guiding him through Kevin’s Special Kiss as the other seeks out Kevin’s free hand and holds on tight in a sad attempt to hold on to reality.

Kevin takes a quick glance at him as he sinks a third finger inside of him and watches his man dance to the brink of undone.

His head is tossed to the side as few tears slide down his cheeks, his jaw is slack, and he’s breathless.

Another suck as the final finger slides inside has Edd’s back arched off the bed as he tosses his head back and forth and calls out Kevin’s name.

His cheeks are red and he’s pink all over, sniffling and incoherent.

But he doesn’t let go of his hand or his hair.

Kevin knows he could send him over right this instant, but holds back because the bed has only been barely put through her paces.

He slides his mouth off of him, then his fingers out of his ass, and they both pout.

“Just…five seconds…please,” Kevin pleads with him as he slides a handful of lube on himself to make this consummation they need the one Edd deserves.

The delirious man barely nods as he watches Kevin prepare himself, wanting nothing more than him filling him up rightnow.

Five seconds later, Kevin’s covering his face in gentle kisses as he pushes his knees into his chest and Edd takes the breath in he needs to ride the worst and best of it out.

The pain is only slightly searing but it’s also fucking amazing as each tiny breath he lets go fills him with so much pleasure.

A rough hand gently knots itself into his messy hair as he whispers, “Move,” and he moans as Kevin pulls his hair, then himself out, before falling back inside.

His head falls back on pained moan as the bed silently rocks with Kevin’s slow movements, and when Edd starts to rock with him, it’s as if they were in their own cradle, being gently rocked by Mother Love herself.

He wraps his legs around Kevin’s upper torso , his arms around his neck and just holds on.

It’s gentle.

It’s slow.

Purposeful.

Meaningful.

They’ve made love before, but never like this.

Kisses were soft despite the hard, needy look in both of their eyes.

Kevin took the hand that had been supporting Edd’s back, reached behind himself, grabbed the sheets and blankets, and wrapped them in a cocoon, his hips never ceasing their movements.

Literally wrapped up in all the love he could ever want, a happy sob left Edd as lighting cracked across the sky and the power flickered.

“K-Kevin, please…God, I love you…just…please…”

“Hold on.”

He buried his face in Kevin’s shoulder and squeezed him close as their erratic movements made him dizzy. But when Kevin whined out his name on a needy moan he pulled himself up to kiss him again and again.

Tearing his mouth from a breathless kiss, he arches his back on a groan and comes untouched.

But Kevin’s hands are clawing at his back as the redhead falls apart before falling into his embrace.

Words of love settle over them and light up their afterglow as the sky goes black and the storm falls overhead.

When they can focus again, Kevin runs to the in suite bathroom and gets a few hand towels to clean up the mess before letting Edd borrow his pants and grabbing the boxers he forgot to pull on after his shower last night.

“Can sweatpants be an anniversary gift?,” Kevin asks as he pulls Edd into a soft cuddle.

“Hmm,” Edd mused as he tapped a finger to his chin, “The second anniversary gift is traditionally cotton, so I guess they can be,” he grinned as Kevin pulled him closer so he could hold his plump booty in both hands.

“And now you know what you’re getting in two years!,” Kevin cheered and Edd giggled as he rolled his eyes.

“The modern gift is China.”

“The stuff we eat off of or the country?”

“I’ll take both,” Edd snickered as he kissed his cheek. “But you’re not getting these pants back.”

“Meh, I’ve got plenty,” Kevin sighed as he rolled over and pulled Edd with him so he could lay on his chest. “Gotta make sure my man thinks I’m still sexy and shit.”

Edd sighed and ran his left hand down his face and while Kevin would usually shrug off the action, he was too busy staring at his engagement ring.

He didn’t care how exasperated he made Edd as long as he wore his ring because that ring meant that Edd was always his to exasperate and love.

He took Edd’s hand and kissed his ring as Edd blushed and settled into his spot under his left arm.

In doing so, the bed shifted a bit again, so Edd made an exaggerated move of snuggling closer and the bed rocked him into Kevin’s side again.

“This thing is like a cradle,” he yawned as he settled his head on Kevin’s chest.

“A lover’s cradle,” Kevin grinned as he kissed his forehead.

“Good to know, because I’m gonna love you in it again soon,” Edd murmured sleepily.

“I’m gonna take this thing with us at this rate,” Kevin snickered and Edd shot him an annoyed stare that Kevin just grinned at.

“How about I order us a new bed?,” he sighed, still slightly exasperated over the fact that they had to play a best out of three game of rock, paper, scissors to figure out who’s bed would go with them to their new house.

He lost and Ed got a new bed.

Now he’s suggesting they do it all over again. But he’d do it as many times as he needed if it meant he got to sleep next to Kevin because of it.

Kevin’s eyes went wide with joy at the prospect of being able to sleep in this bed every night and he slowly nodded as Edd leaned into kiss him.

“Choice,” the ravenette snickered as he settled next to him again and Kevin snorted.

“Whaddya want for food?,” Kevin yawned as he wrapped himself around Edd.

“Soup?,” Edd murmured as a sudden burst of rain pounded the roof.

“I’ll get right on it,” Kevin whispered as Edd drifted away in sleepy awe in his husband’s strong, warm embrace, every slight movement rocking him in the love of their marriage bed.

[nateronomicon]

Teo Deluca

Concept: Machiavellian Occulty Boy Age: 22 Gender: Male Height:  6'0" Weight: 160 Hair: Black Eyes: Green Occupation: Trustafarian, priest of the Jasadin Hobbies:  Swimming Fave Foods:  Pavlova Allies:  The Jasadin Enemies: The Beloved Model:

Abilities: Str 15  Dex 15  Con 12 Int 16   Wis 20  Cha 10

Class: Arcana Cleric   Deity: Wee Jas Background: Far Traveler   Alignment: NE Race: Variant Human Skills: Athletics, Perception, Insight, Religion, Arcana, Investigation Feat:  Magic Initiate (Toll the Dead, Message, Mage Armor) Cantrips Known: Prestidigitation, Firebolt, Mending, Light, Guidance, Toll the Dead, Message Domain Spells: Command, Identify, Magic Weapon, Nystul's Magic Aura, Dispel Magic, Magic Circle Languages: English, Latin, Italian, Ancient Sueloise

Personality: "I am fascinated by all things supernatural." Ideals: "Fiat Justitia Ruat Caelum." Bonds: "By the time I'm finished with the Beloved, nothing will remain. Not even memories. People will not whisper their names. It will be as if they never were." Flaws:  "Deep down, I know I will always be a monster."

Teodosius Deluca was born in Chicago's wealthy North Shore suburbs and grew up in a life of luxury as the son of pretentious parents. He was a very observant boy, and soon realized that they were always hiding things, and keeping secrets. They were distant and dishonest, and at first it troubled little Teo. When Teo turned 8, his father disappeared. No one knew where he'd gone and what his motives were. Years went by, and Teo concluded that his dad was gone forever and never returning. It was at this time that his father's friends and colleagues began visiting his mother, having secret meetings in the house's lounge.

These meetings caused Mother's sanity to deteriorate over time, until she became erratic, babbling about how the thoughts in her head weren't her own, and her memories were all planted there by otherworldly powers. Several times she attacked Teo in hysterical fits, until Teo found a spot in the house she couldn't access. It was an extra-dimensional space that was "locked," until Father's DNA came to activate the portal- no problem for his son to open it up. This space was like a library-workshop, with ancient books and mystic tools for occult experiments. Teo spent hours in this space, pouring over his father's notes and learning much about magic. Time flowed slowly in this dimension; one hour in the office was a minute outside, so his knowledge grew quickly. He began to have dreams about a regal goddess called the Ruby Sorceress. Teo figured she was somehow refining his knowledge of magic, and teaching him remotely about esoteric concepts; he seemed to know these things, but on a subconscious level only. In his father's notes, Teo learned more about his dad's involvement with  a widespread cult called the Beloved. And the Beloved were connected to a single fraternity: Epsilon Alpha, one of the most highly selective fraternities in the nation.

Eventually, Teo's mother grew more and more violent with her fits of rage. She came after Teo with a butcher knife, and in a panic, Teo struck her down with necromantic energies. As she lay dying as if exposed to radiation, she shrieked at him- "MONSTER! You did this to me! Monster! Monster! You're not my son! You're not real! None of this is real! LIAR! Imposter! MONSTER!" The words stung Teo, and he spent months grieving after she was given a proper burial.

Teo applied for college, and because he was a legacy, he easily got into Epsilon Alpha. One night after settling into the frat, Teo was abducted and taken to the basement, where he woke up naked and chained to a table and brought into the Beloved. His initiation rite was to recieve a tattoo- a pentagram-shaped flaming skull in black; the symbol of the Ruby Sorceress herself. Traditionally, these are hidden in hard-to-spot places like the sole of the foot, the flank under the armpit, or the fold of the hip. Teo's aptitude for swimming (and proclivity for speedos) meant he got his on the hip.

On the new moon after being initiated, Teo met with the Ruby Sorceress again. She revealed herself as Wee Jas, the Lady Protector of the afterlife and the mystical energies that flow within it. She is the arbiter of order, and the overseer of all things magic. She charged Teo, like his father before him, with destroying the blasphemous cult of the Beloved from within. Unlike the traditional church of Wee Jas (called the Jasadin), the Beloved did not bring glory to, and sing the praises of their mistress, but instead used Wee Jas's power to selfishly advance themselves. The Beloved were focused on partying, enhancing their grades, conning people into fucking or other hedonistic activities, and otherwise made asses of themselves, but with magic. Her magic. Their lives were forfeit.

Teo became a full-fledged priest of the Jasadin that day, and slowly wormed his way through the Beloved, bringing down the powerful, and turning members against each other. Teo's ruse was eventually discovered, and after an ambush involving a stray bullet with an artifact ruby, Teo was sucked into an alternate dimension. It would be one of several over the next few years as Teo traveled various worlds on his crusade. Teo found cells of the Beloved in each world, but the Jasadin were present as well. And thus, the struggle continues.

Trivia: 1.) Teo the cleric is the third version of this character, because when I make character concepts, they don't always fit neatly into Dungeons and Dragons class system. Teo started off as an arcane trickster rogue, and his second version was a divine soul sorcerer. Now he's an arcane cleric, and it fits him best.

2.) I had written out Teo's spells' verbal components on flashcards for each time he cast them. Although these got lost somewhere. It's been a long time. All of his non-cantrip, high magic spells start with the same two words, though- "Ohorella Baltan," which in Enochian means "I have made a law."

3.) If Teo's ability scores seem high, you can blame my Ok Boomer dungeon master- he "required" that we roll 5d6 for our ability scores, because he openly stated that he was trying to kill us. In the end, his campaign collapsed because we moved forward at a snail's pace because we did not trust our DM to be impartial and/or fair in his rulings. Don't be like my Ok Boomer dungeon master. Games should be fun, not stressful.

4.) The original-original concept of Teo was half-jokingly to dip into "edgelord" character territory. Teo would worship a god of death and darkness and Hot Topic stuff, and send souls to his dark master while jamming to Lincoln Park. Anyway, Researching deities came up with Wee Jas, an ancient goddess (first published in 1983) of death, magic, and.... high fashion! It was a perfect fit, and having her as a patron deity really changed Teo's attitude. She commands her people to police the gateway between life and death, and look good while doing it. How can you say no to that?

[salty-dracon]

ace hang plays oathbreaker part 3

don’t ask me why i keep writing these

WALINAD MEW MEW | Oathbreaker Part 3 | Ace Hang Plays Otome

Last time on Ace Hang plays Otome:

*cooking minigame shenanigans with elevator music in the background*

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Brid: Hey guys, Ace Hang here! I’m Brid!

Lily: I’m Lily, and welcome back to another episode of Oathbreaker! Last time, we had fun with a cooking minigame because we were trying to fool a dwarf into thinking we actually knew anything about magic. 

Brid: Also we’re a warlock. 

Lily: Yeah, like... fuckin’.... I don’t know. Anyway, we’ve got the power of fire and ice on our side, and things sort of ended on a cliffhanger. 

Brid: We’re also sorry about the length of the last part, we thought that the chapter would go on for a little longer. 

Lily: Luckily, y’all did get to see more cooking game shenanigans. 

Brid: I wonder if there’ll be more. 

Lily: Oh god. 

Brid: As for actual plot... 

Lily: Okay, so we’re not quite sure what’s going on here, but we’re some kind of thief that works in a mage college with an elf, and we’ve been sent to the capital of our kingdom Walinad to help some baby human king run things? I don’t know. Also we’re a warlock. Also the elves want us dead. 

Brid: Alwenn does not want us dead. 

Lily: The two elf boyfriends do. ... One of them does. 

Brid: Anyway, we’re super excited to see where this story takes us, and we hope you are too. Without further ado, let’s get started!

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Brid: “MyDude, I am thrilled to see you... but why did you have to bring HER along?” YOU BE NICE TO MY ELF GIRLFRIEND YOU DICKHEAD

Lily: Wow, you turned on him fast. 

Brid: “I’d never let you lay a hand on her!” My girlfriend!

Lily: Oh my god. 

Brid: “I didn’t mean to start anything but i mean if she did want to hold my hand-”

Lily: Fuckin’ hell! Oh my god, who’s this twink?! “Gabriel”. I like his hair, actually. That’s really cool. But he’s wearing an Arabian dress type thing, which is so funny. “See, this is why I love enchanted brothels- great customer service.”

Brid: I’m fucking dead. This chapter is off to a great start. 

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Brid: A truce, huh? 

Lily: Eldritch beings. We’re just... idiots. 

Brid: Chocolate milk is great. Forbidden knowledge!

Lily: It also looks like the king and his cohorts are after us. Mostly the dwarf. 

Brid: Mostly the dwarf. 

Lily: HOLY FUCK priest elves

Brid: *elf fangirling*

Lily: ................. 

Brid: Hey, listen, holy elf people. I always did like holy classes too. 

Lily: ........

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Brid: She has so many freckles. 

Lily: Oh, right. There’s two elf nations- Dinea and Aldwen. And one of them’s oppressive and authoritarian. 

Brid: More flirting. Now. 

Lily: Fine. “Jealous?”

Brid: “I AM WORRIED ABOUT YOU!”

Lily: Oh, who’s this? “Lana”. “That was our map!”

Brid: ... 

Lily: ...

Brid: CAT PEOPLE?!

Lily: 2e TABAXI???

Brid: Their ears do move... 

Lily: That’s cool, but they’re... weird. Oh, “Peshka”, from Sindan. That’s cool? 

Brid: I guess? 

Lily: They’re... interesting? 

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Lily: Tactics, tactics, tactics, stopping an evil gay elf boyfriend from trampling the whole world and starting World War IV, tactics tactics, I fought a dragon once, I’m a bad ass bitch... 

Brid: What happened to the first three world wars?!

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Brid: No killing the dwarf. 

Lily: “NO KILLING THE DWARF”

Brid: “YOU LITERALLY SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF ME”

Lily: “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS”

Brid: “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS??”

Lily: Okay, now I can’t wait for more passive aggressive commentary between these two idiots. 

Brid: Damn, Argandea is sort of cool with our tactics. Not opposed. Just sort of cool with this. 

Lily: Ha. Cool. 

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Lily: .... No way. ANOTHER cooking minigame?!

Brid: Oh man, let’s GO!

......

Lily: So, have you ever made meat pie before? 

Brid: Let’s just add everything. 

Lily: Meat. 

Brid: MORE MEAT!

Lily: VEGGIES!

Brid: VEGGIES! 

Lily: Wait, is that-

Brid: MINT???

Lily: I don’t think we’re supposed to put everything in. 

Brid: MEAT!

Lily: Okay, now put the crust on... “What is that smell?” “What smell?” “Is that... mint?” 

Brid: We got creative... 

Lily: “Get out of my kitchen!” 

Brid: Reload... 

......

Brid: So how does this minigame work, anyway?

Lily: I think we just add in everything that actually goes in a meat pie. 

Brid: So, butter, meat, carrots.... garlic?

Lily: Butter does not go in a pie. 

Brid: Ginger. 

Lily: Ginger most definitely does not go into a pie. 

Brid: Okay, let’s ask the lady. 

(pause)

(both groan)

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Lily: So, it sounds weird that carrots go in a meat pie. But is that true? 

Brid: Listen, I have never had meat pie in my life. 

Lily: Let’s try it. “Kag’ash has big carrots. No pun intended-”

Brid: She’s so goddamn horny-

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Lily: MEAT!

Brid: DONE!

Lily: CARROTS!

Brid: DONE!

Lily: GARLIC!

Brid: DONE! 

Lily: ... WHATEVER ELSE IS REASONABLE!

Brid: DONE!

Lily: CRUST!

Brid: Done. 

(pause)

Lily: YESSSSSS

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Brid: Lea, will you stop pointing a gun at us?

Lily: Oh god. 

Lily: TIME TO DO THE CREEPY THING AGAIN???

Brid: Oh boy, that little dragon sigil... it be spinning.... 

Lily: Wheeee. 

Brid: Alwenn! Dude, she just slapped us! 

Lily: Thanks, Alwenn. That hurt, but thanks. 

Brid: Now is the dwarf finally going to listen? 

...

Lily: YES

Brid: She still thinks we’re a criminal. 

Lily: FUCK

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Brid: Heading to the land of cat people now, I presume? 

Lily: Guess so. And looks like Virion bought us some time. 

Brid: So, let me get this clear. She made some sacrifice to stop a demon or dragon of some sort, and she lost her ability to perform magic?

Lily: Guess so. 

Brid: Huh. And then she got picked up for odd jobs. 

Lily: Yup. I guess we can still borrow other surges though. 

Brid: Cool.

Lily: Virion really wants to fuck us, though. 

Brid: Alwenn is best girl. 

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Brid:��“You wouldn’t know love if it hit you in the face!” OHHHHH

Lily: OHHHHH- wait, didn’t she actually hit us in the face-

Brid: OHHHHHHHH

(romantic cut-in)

Lily and Brid: OHHHHHH

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Brid: So it sort of sucks to know that the hottest male elf in this game is the main villain of this whole thing. 

Lily: I mean... he’s cool. 

Brid: Is he? 

Lily: .... I mean, he has a nice design. 

Brid: Very true. 

Lily: “The divines don’t smile upon traitors”, he says, to the traitor... 

Brid: He’s so sad. He’s so lonely. 

Lily: Awwww... 

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Brid: And with that, looks like that’s the end of Chapter 1! And our part 3. 

Lily: Yeah, that was awesome. How long is this, like an hour and a half?

Brid: We’ll fix that up later. Lots of cooking shenanigans to cut out. So, what are your thoughts?

Lily: ... Okay, so it’s Walinad and its baby king vs the Dinean elves, and then there’s some kind of... I don’t fucking know. 

Brid: I don’t even know what we’re dealing with here. I want to say we’re stopping a war, but are we? 

Lily: I was personally more interested in backstory. 

Brid: Yeah, good point. I have no idea where the story’s going from here, so with that, I guess that’s the end. 

Lily: Guess so. Thanks for watching, make sure to like, comment, and subscribe, it really helps us out a ton and gives us encouragement to continue! 

[faecaptainofdreams]

Complicated

Ugh, time for another Tumblr rant.

So i’m straight and female, and while i’m attracted to men i genuinely don’t like being in relationships. I’ve had enough of them to recognize in myself that it’s simply not for me. I always feel like i OWE the other person my time and effort that i just don’t feel like giving. I was (secretly) in a relationship with someone on dA and i loved him, but i still didn’t like being in a relationship -- EVEN THOUGH WE NEVER EVEN MET OR SAW EACH OTHER. WE VIDEO CHATTED LIKE TWO OR THREE TIMES AND SENT EACH OTHER PICS OF OUR FACES. That was it. Even though we broke up he is my best guy friend on earth and i love him with all my heart and soul, but platonically. The other thing that sucks for me in relationships is i have a condition called vaginismus, where it causes extreme pain and even emotional trauma if i try to insert something into my...parts. TMI sorry but i’m so tired of being ashamed that it exists. Anyway, sex is kind of a major part of relationships -- especially as an adult. I’m a virgin and i don’t expect to die any differently than as a virgin, and i don’t mind that. No one can Pet the Panther like i can, and i don’t crave the love and attention of someone else to do it for me (most of the time, most of the time). But...

In relationships, i never feel like i can fully be myself, like i’m always hiding a part of myself and i can never get comfortable. I need space ALL the time, i’d rather be socializing with friends or working on my fiction and being in love with my fictional characters and THAT is when i’m most happy. In a partnership, i really can’t have/enjoy both, because my attention is always divided and my heart calls harder to fiction. So it’s been a couple of years and i’ve been long aware of how i feel, and why, and am aware of my own needs and how to satisfy them, emotional and otherwise. So here’s my current problem.

At my work, there is a guy just two years older than me that i really like. I think he’s cute, i love his attitude, we both LOVE DC and fiction. When i think about him or see him, sometimes i feel jittery or feel a few butterflies, and i love it, but i hate it, too. Because i can’t be happy in a relationship, i can’t pursue him. It would be cruel to the both of us, but i can’t help feeling this way. I like flirting with him, but honestly i like flirting with everybody (that’s just my personality, i’m kind of a lighthearted butterfly [in other words, not a slut about it]). I want to look good in front of him, i like getting attention from him. I like how every time he sees me he makes a point to call out to me by name really sweetly and say “hi,” and if he has time strut over and talk to me. I like his fluffy hair and tall, skinny ass body. Sometimes i pretend not to notice he’s around JUST because i know that every time he sees me, he’s going to say my name and say hi, ask how it’s going, and possibly approach me all on his own. EVERY TIME. It never fails. He sees me, he addresses me. I’m always collected around him, but it’s hard to hold it down sometimes. I just wanna be like “YOU’RE SO FUCKING CUTE, WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS. WHY ARE YOU NICE TO ME YOU HAVE NO REASON TO TREAT ME SO NICE.” I even observe him with others and try to measure if he’s any more or less giving with them than he is with me, male and female. I don’t know his status. For me it’s almost more like a mind game at work, but there’s still an annoying, nagging longing inside of me that makes it hurt just a liiittle bit. And the more it goes on, the worse it gets.

Sometimes i think about what would happen in some stupid fantasy if we told each other we liked each other. If by some ungodly, unfortunate circumstance he actually did like me and had the courage to tell me, what in the living hell would i say? “Oh my God, you’re so sweet and cute, but i’m too fucked up to be in a relationship” and kill his masculinity, and then he’d probably not talk to me anymore. Yes i thought this to that point, don’t act like you don’t think about weird yet practical shit... Anyway.

I really, truly, honestly feel like he’s a little nicer to me than the others, and sometimes i wonder if he does like me, if not a tiny bit. And as much as i enjoy that, what can i possibly gain from it? I can’t have him, i can’t be with him, i can’t do anything about it, so why does that other part of me want him to like me? For some sort of gratification? If he gets/has a gf, what am i gonna do, be jealous? (Actually maybe i would be relieved if i found that out, idfk). Never in my life has feeling a little attracted to a real life human being made me this mad. But it also makes work more enjoyable because i look forward to seeing him, though it’s usually not for long. Most days i’m lucky to see him dart by with his usual, kind greeting. He’s not the conventional cute guy, he’s so damn geeky but he works it. He’s unique, and i’ve always been drawn to the oddballs. Takes one to know/like one, i guess? Though i’m weird because of my head, lmao.

So...it’s complicated. My hopes are that i don’t feel anything else after this point. I hope it just continues on as a cute little game of cat and mouse, wherein i wait for my unsuspecting eye/emotion candy prey to pitter-patter by and grace my day with his presence before fleeing, leaving the lioness pointlessly hungry for more attention. I guess it’s just woven into our DNA, to seek the adoration of a member of the sex we’re drawn to. Who wouldn’t want to be desirable? The problem with me is, i don’t have anything to give anybody else. I have Asperger’s syndrome, i have so many needs and i fall in love with fictional characters much harder than i fall in love with real people, and i’m aware of that. I’m okay with that, but it definitely comes with its fair share of troubles. Anyway...for his own sake, i hope he just keeps his distance. I hope he doesn’t actually like me, i hope he just pities me and my pitiful pseudo-pirate ass that can only work a three-hour shift because my feet are trash, or because i’m new (and that he never fucking tells me that because if he did i would literally probably quit my job because i cannot stand the idea of being pitied to the point that someone is nice to me). I hope my feelings don’t get any stupider, i have enough issues right now.

If you read this, holy shit bless you, because it’s a novel about a really cruddy problem XD This is easily the least of my problems right now, so let’s hope it stays that way. Also i hope to God he doesn’t use Tumblr/is aware of my blog somehow/EVER READS THIS POST EVER.