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jinx-xxed · 2 months

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Beautiful Thing Caged

Chapter 1; Strange sight

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A/N; My first multi-part fic!! I’ve never been able to commit to one before so I’m really hoping I’ll be able to see this one through cuz I have some good ideas for it :]. I hope you enjoy, that’ll help keep me motivated too!! Also thanks to my bestie for the idea for the chapter titles ♡

This writing is based on this fan art ! It made my jaw drop to the floor when I saw it and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.

Part 2 ⇨

Summary; The First Order Agencies have come across a new, strange creature and it becomes your job to study it. You get far more than you bargained for.

Content; Werewolf AU, modern AU, werewolf Kylo Ren, human reader, scientist reader, soulmates, angst, feral Kylo, like legit feral bro does not know about human society, there’s a part where he eats a bunch of raw meat (I did not enjoy it), Kylo’s being studied in a lab, he studies you too, he’s scared and sad and angry (what else is new), lots of tension, neither of you know how to feel

[Each chapter will have specific content warnings. This story will eventually have 18+ content.]

Wc; 3.5k

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“I’m sorry?”

You look down at the sheets that had just been slid to you across the mahogany desk. It’s a thick packet stapled together, the papers perfectly crisp and white. On them is paragraph upon paragraph detailing the new assignment that your superiors at First Order Agencies have decided to place on you. Your hands reach forward from where they’d been resting in your lap to tentatively flip through the packet, your brows creasing further with each page.

Studying an unknown creature. Studying something that nobody knows what it is or where it came from, something that the only thing people know about it is that it’s incredibly dangerous. You briefly scan over the pages dedicated to the description of the creature—black fur, wolf like appearance, supposedly male, huge, able to take on a humanoid state. You see that in place of a true name, it’s been given the label of OB-2637. Written at the bottom of the description is “BEWARE CREATURE, WILL ATTACK. STAY IN DESIGNATED OBSERVATION BAYS FOR SAFETY.” Lovely. There’s no pictures attached so your imagination is free to run wild, thinking up an image of a hulking beast with drool covered teeth and ragged fur covering its misshapen body. You shudder.

“Wh- why is this being given to me?” You ask, looking up at the one who’d given you the papers. He goes by Hux and he oversees your sector of the Agency, making him your boss. “I’m just a nature observationalist. I feel like I’m not-“

“You’re the most qualified one in this facility.” Hux states. He sounds uninterested, his shrewd face giving no insight as to what he thinks about the Agency housing a dangerous, unknown creature of unknown origin. “We agreed that with your knowledge about the “wild world”, it would probably give you the most insight on this… thing. You’ll be paid generously for your work based on your findings if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

You’d seen the amount they were offering you, it was certainly nothing to scoff at. You shake your head. “No, that’s not what I’m concerned about. I’m more concerned that this seems above my level. I’ve never dealt with something like this since I’ve been here.” You say. You’ve been with the First Order for almost five years now. It’s a government agency that’s kept tightly under wraps, mostly because the Agency deals with things that they think “normal civilians” shouldn’t be made aware of. It took a lot for you to get accepted into this position.

Hux leans forward against his desk, the dimness of his office making his features look even crueler than usual. “If you really doubt yourself that much, then you don’t have to take this job. But I’ll make it known that if you turn this down, it’ll go to the next best person and I don’t think they’ll be as… compassionate towards this thing as you will be.” He says. His tone is so heavy, so serious. It holds so many implications that have your palms sweating. He shrugs as he relaxes in his chair. “I’m sure they’ll probably end up killing it. Theres a lot of people in this place that want to dissect that creature piece by piece. So it’s not just about your qualifications, it’s about how you’ll decide to treat another living being—that’s why you were the first pick.“

You swallow and your spit almost gets stuck on the lump in your throat. You look again at those papers, at what will be waiting for you in those lower levels of the facility. You think over Hux’s words, you roll them around in your mind in the same way you’d roll something in your mouth to get the taste of it. You know that he’s right, that anybody else would kill this creature just to get a thorough look at it. Anything in the name of science, after all. You know the people working in the First Order are not kind-hearted, most are cruel and cold. You have few friends in this place, even after the amount of time you’ve spent here. Your answer becomes clear to you. You don’t want this creature to die.

“I’ll take the assignment.” You say at last, steeling yourself so you don’t lose your nerve. You can do this. Surely it won’t be that hard? You just need to observe some type of animal, find out what it is, where it came from. That’s your whole job. You do that every day.

“Good choice.” Hux nods. He digs something out of a drawer. “Sign this and then be on your way.” He gives you an NDA, one that’s specifically catered towards this assignment. You’ve signed countless versions of these since you started working for the Agency, so it’s nothing new as you fill out everything you need to. You think nothing of them now, it’s not like you have people in your life to tell about your job anyway.

Hux takes the paper once you’re done. “Floor twenty. Your badge has already been approved for access. You shouldn’t experience any trouble.”

That’s a stern dismissal if you’ve ever heard one. You stand from your chair, smoothing out your lab coat as you go. You grab the packet of information; it’s not much but it at least gives you something to go off of. “Thank you, sir.” You say. Hux merely grunts in acknowledgment, already buried in the paperwork for something else.

You leave his office, taking a deep breath when the door shuts behind you. Holding the packet close, you walk through the halls of the building’s upper floor. When you think about it, the above-ground section is like a mask to the public eye. It’s all of the boring offices, gaudy paintings littering the walls, carpeted floors. It’s unassuming and basic and meant to hide what lays below the surface: all of the Agency’s experiments, their studies, and their classified documents stuck behind vaults. That’s where most of the employees are, that’s where your own office is. There’s few people upstairs and the ones you do manage to pass don’t even spare you a glance on your way to the elevator.

One of the two elevators opens a second after you press the button. You step inside and hit the button for the twentieth floor. The door closes without anyone else inside, leaving you blissfully alone. There’s no classic elevator music that plays, there’s only the sounds of the machine working to keep you company. Your hands frequently change position on the papers you hold to try and keep from drenching one spot in your sweat.

It feels like an eternity before the elevator begins to slow and there’s a resounding ding as it reaches the twentieth floor. The second lowest floor in the facility; you can’t even imagine how far underground you are. The hall you enter in to is pure white, fluorescent lights bouncing off the walls and floors. There’s nobody you can see and you know based on your packet that the only other people involved in this assignment are guards and a few nutritional specialists. You’re on your own.

The halls of this floor hold few doors, instead mostly housing holding cells and laboratories. You use your badge when you come upon authorized entryways, that unsmiling face in your picture getting you the beep you need to pass through. You’re halfway to where you know you need to go when you begin to hear strange noises. Clinking chains, the faint snarl. Sounds of struggling. You really should just turn back, try to ignore all of this and pretend you don’t care about the fate of some defenseless animal. You know you can’t though, so you keep walking on unsteady legs.

There’s one final door you need to pass through, one last door keeping you from a sealed fate. You feel the sense of foreboding prickling the back of your neck, your shirt sticks to your spine from your perspiration. The door beeps in response to your badge, your hand hesitates on the handle. It opens into a massive room, snow white in color with a black rim. Theres very little inside it; there’s data pads built into the walls for recording observations and there’s a one way window stretching along the right wall. You don’t know who would be on the other side. The room is separated by a massive pane of reinforced glass, stretching from floor to ceiling, spanning the entire length.

You finally see what that glass is meant to keep in and everything seems to freeze. That’s no animal, no creature, or bizarre thing. It’s nothing like what they made it seem. That’s a human. A human male kept in a cage, thoroughly restrained. His body is just the same as yours, albeit much larger and far more muscled, but he has the same limbs, the same fingers and toes. No paws or excess fur, just sharp black nails at the ends of his fingers that have put claw marks in the floor. His attention turns to you then and you see his face. He’s what you’d describe as beautiful; his features are both sharp and soft at the same time, his nose strong, and his pale skin dotted with moles and freckles. His face is framed by waves of black hair and he’s captivating, even with blood smeared on his chin and neck.

Your eyes meet. God, his eyes. They’re human, they’re round and the pupils are blown out with his emotions. Even from your place at the other side of the room you can tell the honey brown color and you can see the fear swimming in them. If you didn’t dismiss it as you being crazy, you’d say there was some sort of spark that flared between you both for some inexplicable reason. Like there was a sort of understanding rooted deep down that you didn’t understand. Then it was gone.

And then the frozen second snaps and everything is thrown back into motion. His expression shifts into something angry and fierce and he makes an attempt to lunge at you. His movements are so powerful, even with every limb bearing thick cuffs with chains connected to the wall, even with one around his neck. He comes so close to the glass, his hands reaching in your direction, those claws scraping uselessly against the floor. You flinch back on instinct, your breathing coming fast and hard. It’s then that you see the ears and tail on the man. They are indeed akin to a wolf like the papers said, black ears sitting in his hair and a large, fluffy black tail protruding behind him. When his mouth opens in a snarl, you see the unnaturally sharp canines that he has. They’d rip you apart in no time.

He tries a few more times to get at you before realizing it’s useless. It’s probably not a new feeling for him. He retreats more against the back wall where the chains are connected, making them go slack and giving him more movement. He tries to shrink himself which is hard with such a huge body, his tail coming to wrap around his feet. He doesn’t have much within his cell—only a small cot and a singular blanket as a bed in one corner, and a toilet and sink in the other corner.

You swallow. You realize how long you’ve been standing there without moving so you take one very small step forward. Then another and another until you’re about halfway towards the glass. He watches you with such intensity the entire time it makes you nervous. You try to take another step before he growls at you, a deep and rumbling sound that has you freezing. When you retreat, he stops.

“Okay. I’ll stay here then.” You say, standing in the spot you’d been in before that last step. This is where you’d begin. Small things to make him more comfortable in this unfamiliar environment; you’d follow his rules.

Seeing no chairs around you, you lower yourself to the floor. It’s cold even through your layers but you don’t mind. You have no room to complain when you look at him with no shirt or shoes, nothing to really keep him warm besides thin pants and that blanket on the cot. You study him in silence, just like how he studies you. You feel confusion over the conflict of the report versus what you see before you. The report had first described a wolf-like appearance that could take on a humanoid form but all you see in front of you is a human man with wolf ears and a tail. Maybe they’d overexaggerated?

Now that a fragile peace has settled between the both of you and he’s sitting still, you’re able to see the scar running along the left side of his face. It travels all the way down his collarbone before finally stopping. It’s deep and jagged and you can only imagine how badly it must’ve hurt; he’s lucky he didn’t lose his eye from it. Looking over him, you see he has a multitude of scars all over the planes of his body. He’s a fighter, then. With the way he’d lunged at you as soon as you entered, it doesn’t take you by surprise.

You clear your throat from your nerves. You begin with stating your name. You don’t even know how much he can understand you or if he can at all but you continue anyway. “I’m not here to hurt you. I know you probably don’t trust that, and I understand. We just want to know more about you.” You say. You inwardly cringe because this all sounds so weird to say to another human. You clasp your hands together tightly in your lap. “If you can speak, it would be a huge help if you’d explain some things about yourself. What’s your name and age? Where’d you come from?”

You don’t get a response—you didn’t expect one. He sits there with his knees up to his chest and his face partially hidden by his hair just staring at you, his eyes so wide and telling that it’s hard not to meet that stare. This is how it’ll be then. That’s fine, you’re used to sitting in one spot for hours and watching for an animals every minuscule movement. That’s what you end up doing, merely watching him and studying his body. Every twitch of the finger, every tense of the muscle is something you keep note of. It’s a good way to get a basis of information about what you’re studying so you always have something to compare to. You log everything in your mind for now, thinking how you’ll need to remember your laptop for next time.

There’s a sudden noise that leaves both of you startled. You sit up straighter and his ears perk up as a door to the right inside his cell opens. His wolf ears flatten back against his head and he scoots farther from the door, his chains clinking with the movement. You watch curiously as a human-shaped, somewhat janky robot enters with a plate balanced in its hands. You never see much of the Agency’s robots, mostly because most of them are unfinished and unpolished, but it seems they’re useful when real people don’t want to get near a deadly thing. The robot drops the plate unceremoniously on the floor and you notice with a start that blood splatters. The robot leaves.

Both you and the beast-man look at the plate before he decides to move towards it. You make another mental note about how much he surveys his surroundings before deciding what to do, as if weighing all options and possibilities.

The plate is rather large and holds a copious amount of raw meat, seemingly from multiple different animals based on the coloring and sizes. Blood slowly drips off the edge of the plate, pooling on the white floors. You can’t help the revulsion you feel looking at it as he inches closer, sniffing the scent of meat and blood into his nostrils. His eyes widen at it, pupils expanding, and he immediately takes a massive slab into his hands. His teeth tear into it like it’s paper, those fangs ripping it apart as blood drips down his chin. Despite your disgust, you’re also fascinated. So his digestive system can handle raw foods—like a wolf. I wonder what the layout of it is. What kind of bacteria is in there? You think, pondering over the idea as you watch him eat like a beast.

He finishes most of the plate, leaving only a few tinier pieces that he pushed aside. He must not like the taste of that particular animal. He seems more at ease now that he’s been fed, the worry of whether or not he’d get another meal satiated. He’s unbothered by the blood on his clawed hands and face as he sits back down and returns to watching you. When his eyes find you again there’s a shiver that goes down your back. There’s something in them you can’t place and it creates a weird feeling in your gut that you can’t decipher.

The rest of your day goes by without a hitch. You sit on the floor and study the beast-man in silence. You don’t try talking to him anymore, you’d rather not make a fool of yourself if he won’t say anything back to you—if he even can. He doesn’t do anything, there’s nothing to do in his cell anyway. He sits and watches and at one point he laid down on his back facing you so he could still keep an eye on you. There was one last meal time where you got to see him eat a bunch of raw meat again which wasn’t… great for your own appetite.

Hours passed before the lights finally began to dim, meaning the facility was shutting down for the night. There’ll still be people working the entire time, of course, but they shut down a majority of the power in the unused areas. You sigh to yourself, unfolding your body and getting up with a grunt from the stiffness in your limbs. The beast-man who had been drifting off before is now fully alert, wide eyes watching. You go to move towards the door and he growls at you. It startles you, makes goosebumps pick up along your arms. You look back at him with furrowed brows, confused. “I’m leaving, alright? I won’t bother you anymore.” You huff. This is what he wants so why is he getting pissy? You feel annoyed about his attitude for a second before you remember he’s the one stuck in a cell and you’re not. He has a right to be mad with you.

You sigh again and go to the datapads in the wall by the door. Since you don’t have your laptop, you take a few minutes to input the things you observed today that you’ll just transfer over later. You find yourself writing down a lot more than you thought you would and it makes you feel accomplished, like you actually did something today. When you’re finished, you put your hand on the door handle, ready to leave. But you pause, you look back at him and you know it was a mistake instantly. He looks so sad, so alone and afraid in that large, white room. You struggle to tear yourself away and open that door before you do something crazy.

You shake your head as you enter the hall, the door locking firmly behind you. Your mind feels like it’s shut off while you retrace your steps; back through the winding halls, back up the elevator, back into the main building. Back to your car where you grip the steering wheel with a deadly force, staring blankly at the road on your long drive home. Then finally, back to your small house where there’s no lights on inside because there’s nobody waiting for you.

You unlock the door and step in, a wave of something like loneliness washing over you when you do. It’s strange, it’s never been like this before. You try to ignore it as you shed your lab coat and make a simple dinner and sit on your couch. You don’t move for a moment, your brain deciding that now is a good time to rerun everything from today. That was a man. It wasn’t a beast, not really. And they have him stuck in a cell like that. It’s inhumane, isn’t it?

You find yourself with your head in your hands, groaning loudly as some form of release. “God, what have I gotten myself into?”

#I hope you stick around for more :]#all those fanarts of Kylo with dog ears and a tail finally got my ass #I couldn’t take it anymore #star wars #star wars fanfic #star wars x reader #kylo ren #kylo #kylo ren fanfic #kylo ren x reader #kylo fanfic #kylo x reader #kylo x you #Kylo ren angst #werewolf x reader #werewolf fanfic

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fulcrvm · 5 months

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Last Line Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me @teejaystumbles ! A really nice surprise!! :D I am indeed contemplating writing two Dead Boy Detectives fic right now, but they're both in the very early 'being-outlined-in-my-head' stage, haha. They both revolve around post-s1 Edwin pining for Charles, one where Edwin takes matters into his own hands and one where he decides to have a chat with the Cat King about it. Not sure if they'll ever be written but they're intriguing!

But for the sake of the tag game, here's a lengthy bit from a Dreamling wip I've slowly been chipping away at for a few months!

A scene from Every Little Thing (Working Title)— In which Morpheus is a figure drawing professor who has just been fired from a film production based on his comics, and Hob does part-time figure modeling and is determined befriend the aforementioned professor.

Morpheus picks his class schedules wisely— he runs two first year general figure drawing classes, at 8 a.m. and at noon on Mondays and Thursdays. He helps the uni’s live figure workshop club on Wednesdays and Fridays at 6 p.m., and meets his sister for lunch on Wednesdays. All other free time was dedicated for his industry work. That wouldn’t be a concern anymore, would it. By the time Morpheus unlocks the door to the studio, sets his bag down by his desk, and starts fiddling with the ceiling studio lights pointed at the model stand, all of Morpheus’ thoughts have reduced to pure spite. Fine, maybe the big studios don’t want him. They don’t deserve him, then, their loss. His portfolio and repertoire are infamous in the industry, they’ll be crawling back to him in no time. Too bad, maybe he would have started his own production studio and he’ll end up with the next ground-breaking animated film. Maybe— Morpheus’ thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. He shakes himself out of it, calling, “Come in.” A glance at his watch tells him it’s only 7:48, perhaps it’s an overeager student here early. It’s only the second week of the semester, they grab every opportunity to prove themselves with a spirited step that Morpheus might be slightly envious of. “Hello, Morpheus Endeles?” Hearing his full name startles Morpheus, and he turns from the lighting settings to the door. “Yes?” The man who steps into view can only be described as radiant. He can’t be much older than Morpheus, not much taller either but wider in the shoulders. His hair is cropped just above his shoulders and he sports a neatly kept beard. Morpheus registers this all first simply because of his profession but— he gets caught on the man’s brilliant smile and deep brown eyes. There’s something there that knocks all thoughts clear out of Morpheus’ head. The stranger smiles warmly, smiles like he already cares. “I’m here to model for the morning and noon figure classes?” The man says. Morpheus clears his throat and steps forward, “Yes, this is the right studio.” He extends a hand, “Robert Gadling, I presume?” The man takes his hand— god, he’s so warm— and shakes it steadily, “Please, call me Hob! All my friends do.”

I'm a sucker for the 'Morpheus catalogues Hob's appearance during their first meeting' trope in most Dreamling human AU fics, I couldn't not do it too :]

Besides this, I've also got a Dreamling Velvet Goldmine-ish AU fic that I want to get done this summer. I'm a very slow and ruminative writer so let's see if I can commit to any of these fics now that I've posted about them lol!

No pressure tags! I have no idea who's been tagged recently so-- lol. @hardly-an-escape @valeriianz @moorishflower @amielot :)

#ive seen so many Artist Dream AUs but theyre always pretty vague with the specifics of his work so i was like #i need to write the specific ins-and-outs of what my ideal Artist Dream AU would be. and its this #that he's a really difficult collaborator with extreme creativity who starts out in animation #and branches out from there into art directing various things doing his own comics on the side (the corinthian is one of his comics)#(he DEFINITELY forays into themed environmental design)#which is half inspired by my actual professors' professional lives and a guest speaker that spoke to us recently #i want morpheus to be really good at teaching younger artists #and i want him to doubt weather his passion for storytelling is worth it #and i want hob to befriend him and ground him by reminding murphy about what he loves about making art #and of course i love figure drawing classes so much! theyre the essence of narrative art #and ofc hob and dream are gonna fuck at some point. i already have a mildly kinky sequel scene planned involving hob knowing how paint #anyway god this is so long #i just love the ideas in this fic theyre so personal to me. i really hope i finish this fic and get to share it with everyone :')#LONG POST AUGH ANYWAY BYE THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME TASH!!!!!!#i dont really get to talk about my fic anymore so this was really nice thank you :') !#rex writes #rex speaks #tag game #last line tag game #long post #fic

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pokenk · 6 months

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I’m not much of a shipper but when it comes to villain Rwby in the AU I’ve been working on I do think about it more. And because yang xiao long is my favorite character I’ve been thinking about who she might end up with.

Edit I realize this post is way too long so I’m gonna colorcode parts of it so you can read it easy if you want

Bumblebee

Freezerburn

Now the obvious first answer is Blake. But I think a villain Blake, even one who has I’ve said would be a horny shit poster would probably be racist to humans . I think that can be an interesting dynamic I think it would probably prevent her from ever admitting her feelings. Although that could be a fun dynamic between them each of them in a secret love with each other Blake, who is not willing to admit to Yang that she loves her because she’s a human .

Or alternatively, they do get together, and she must keep it secret from her white fang allies that she’s dating a human. I imagine the dynamic if I was ever to summit up would be kind of the relationship that dragon ball abridged, Bulma and Vegeta have.

And from yangs perspective she doesn’t want to get together with Blake either because she’s feels too dedicated to Ruby as a sister to have other relationships. Or she swears never to be hurt again by people leaving.(tai, Raven, and Summer). And realizing that she’s falling for the trap of either caring about someone who’s not her sister or someone for who’s not herself. makes her feel all kinds of weird emotions.

And so the relationship is kind of a weird inversion of Yang and Blake’s relationship, which is based on trust, and their mutual belief they’ll be there for each other. Well, villain, Blake and villain Yang , clearly love each other. They cannot be honest with each other for fear of having the attachments around them in Blakes case(her connection to other anti-human Faunus ) and the ability to feel perfectly safe by not being close to anyone and yang case. prevent them from building the necessary foundation for any healthy relationships, both romantic and platonic.

The other relationship that I like for villain Yang is freezer burn, because the cruel sadistic leader of a banded organization is the perfect secret right hand for a aloof cold calculating businesswoman like a villain Weiss should be.

although I wouldn’t call a villain freezer, burn relationship healthy, I think it would definitely last longer than a villain bumblebee relationship. And it’s mainly down to how they view each other in relationship yang views herself as an instrument for Weiss’s to use she kills her political opponents, breaks up strikes and helps her gain her rightful position as air to the SDC.

Weiss views yang as an extension of herself as a way to do the things that a prim and proper air to a giant company can’t do. A physical way to enact change she wants to in this way Yang is her rapier.

And yang who’s trying to not feel all the emotions that come with being abandoned, and being forced to raise your sister, is really eager to abandon all sense of self, and just become Weiss as weapon.

And that’s why I think their relationship would last longer although it’s just as toxic and maybe even more then villain bumblebee the codependency they foster on each other would keep them together longer. also for comparison, think of a version of cersei Jamie without the incest(although I know, saying, that’s removing a pretty big part of their story)

Sorry for the essay posting

#rwby au #rwby fanfiction #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #freezerburn #bumblebee

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sanjoongie · 2 years

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Cowboy! San

🐎Inspired by the That That cover 🐎Pairing: Choi San x Reader (f) 🐎Genre: non-idol au, Westworld Au 🐎Word Count: 2,808 🐎Warnings: mentions of death, blood, gun fights, sex (cowgirl position because hello), m and f orgasm 🐎Rated: 18+ MDNI, smut with no plot 🐎Dedication~ @mejuii @downtoamagicalland my beta writers and part of the reason this exists. my cowboy san gc @toxicccred @cherryxsang for making this a thing too. @flurrys-creativity because you wanted this as well.....

~TBZ Outlaws (hosts): Sunwoo, Changmin, Kevin, Juyeon, Haknyeon

~ATZ Cowboys(guests): Mingi, Yeosang, Yunho and Hongjoong

~TXT town boys(hosts): Yeonjun and Soobin

🐎Synopsis: Westworld~ a meticulously crafted theme park where you can immerse yourself in the world of the wild west. You can fuck, kill and commit whatever sin, or glory, you decide. Other than the other guests, all the players in this world are androids, or known as Hosts, who don't even know of the outside world. All they know is what the narrative, or story, that’s filled their heads. The guests can never die, but there is one risk… falling in love with an android.

🐎A/N: if you’re not familiar with Westworld, the guests(or the humans) can talk about the outside world or about the androids (hosts), and the hosts won’t react to it. They will pretend like nothing was said. It’s to keep them in the narrative. They’ll never ask what a cellphone is or wonder why the guests mock them.

You’ve lived on the ranch all your life. Your father was a horse breeder, sold some of the best steeds in the state. Your mother, bless her soul, died in the attempt to birth your brother. Your brother died of smallpox before the age of ten. And your father had just recently passed after a horse threw him when he was breaking him into saddle riding. So it was just you at the ranch now, haunted by the memories of your family.

The town treated you well, especially because the quality of horses never faltered, even after your father passed. It was frowned upon, certainly, that you had never married, but other than that, they still traded with you and that got you by.

The only true danger lay in strangers. More specifically, outlaws.

You were out in the training ring late one evening, working on a colt. You were trying to gauge if he was ready for horse shoes or not, and so you had him running the ring. It was late but you just didn’t want to be cooped up in your cabin yet.

“Well, look what we have here boys,” A man with sharp features called out, “A bonafide cowgirl.” The group snickered at the comment.

You pushed your hat upwards so you could get a good look at the group. They looked travel-worn and they were still on their horses. Perhaps they had been previous customers of your father’s. “You looking to buy a horse?” You said, putting on a warm smile.

The men exchanged long looks. “You could say that.”

“Town ain’t that far,” You offered, “You could find some rooms and then come back at sunrise.”

“Noooooo,” Another man, with plush lips and wicked glint in his eye, said. “I think we’ll stay here.”

You frowned. “You’re welcome to some water and hay for your horses, but the town really isn’t that far.” No need to inform them that you were on your own. That wouldn’t bode well for you.

"Darlin’, I don't think you understand the situation." You swallowed hard when one of them descended from his horse. "We're here to steal your horses. And there isn't anything you can do about it."

"Changmin!" Another frowned, "Don't tell her! That'll take the fun out of it."

Your eyes immediately went to your father's shotgun leaning against the rail post. If only you could--

"It'll still be fun, Juyeon," The last man, with an evil grin, reached for your gun and pulled it through the fence. He winked at you. "Don't you worry."

Kevin, the ringleader of the gang, ordered Sunwoo, Juyeon and Changmin to round up the horses. Haknyeon, the one with the evil grin, was in charge of you.

You kicked and screamed as Haknyeon grabbed you by your waist and dragged you back to your cabin. Sunwoo complained loudly about Haknyeon getting all the fun jobs while he had wrangle horses.

"Like that ever stopped you before," Changmin said snidely, snickering behind his hand as a blood burst from his chest.

Whooping and hollering erupting from the main trail and out came five other men on horses. They had shot Changmin, so clearly they weren't with the outlaws.

Oddly enough, they drew up to the five men, guns drawn and aimed, but not shooting.

"This is our catch, Cowboy." Kevin stepped up to a black haired man with a jean jacket and tight vest underneath.

"Did you have to shoot so prematurely, Mingi?" One of the men said, face in hand as if exasperated.

Mingi shrugged with a goofy grin on his face. "I got excited, Hongjoong, what can I say?"

"Bet he said that to the whore from earlier too," A man with long black hair snickered.

The man in the jean jacket looked to another with a green jacket. The man in the green jacket shrugged. "This is a completely new story line, San. It's your birthday weekend. Why don't you choose how we do this?"

San stared at you, hurt racking over his face. "Let's kill these assholes and save the girl, Yunho."

Yunho smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that."

It was a shoot-out, plain and simple. Haknyeon threw you to the ground, expecting you to sob and cry like any other girl they'd have come across. But you weren't about to let someone else decide your fate.

While Haknyeon flicked the hammer of his revolver, shooting as quickly as his hands would allow him, you grabbed your shotgun. Haknyeon’s aim was reaching San. You shot Haknyeon from behind and the outlaw collapsed. San's jaw would have been on the floor if not for the fact he was still on his horse.

"Shit, San, she saved you!" Yeosang's eyes were wide in surprise for a moment. "Maybe your girlfriend--"

"Shut up, Yunho!" San hissed.

Yunho mimed zipping his mouth. Hongjoong and Yeosang exchanged a look. Yeosang spoke. "Is that her?"

San didn't respond. He simply got off his horse and walked to you. He crouched down by you, ignoring Haknyeon's body. "You okay? They didn't…"

You shook your head. "No. You got here just in time."

San smiled, showing off a pair of dimples. "Good. You saved my life back there. I should thank you." He stood up and offered you a hand.

You took it, clapping your palm to his. You suddenly had an intense headache and your vision became blurry.

"Hi, my name is San. I've never done this before, actually."

You felt your face smile broadly at your shy customer. "No problem, Darlin'. I'll take it easy with you."

The cowboy took his hat off, respectful and a gentleman. He scratched the back of his head, smiling and showing off a pair of dimples. "Actually, I'm hoping you won't."

You quirked an eyebrow up at him. "Oh? Are you the type of cowboy that enjoys a bucking bronco?"

San’s neck got red, highlighting some freckles there. "Yeah. I kinda do."

"Well, shall we?" You offered your hand.

San took it, fingers fluttering along your wrist. "I'd love to."

"Hey, are you sure you're okay?" San’s eyebrows furrowed inwards, looking worried.

You rubbed the heel of your hand into your eye. "I'm shook up over everything. But I think it's me that should be thanking you. If you hadn't interrupted them…"

Mingi was using his toe to poke at Kevin’s body. "Should we…uh?" He looked at Yeosang for any hint of what they should do with the bodies.

Yeosang jerked his chin angrily to motion to Mingi to get away from the body. "Staff'll clean it up. Don't worry about it. You're un-immersing me, Mingi!"

"You need some time, San?" Yunho asked, eyebrows lifted inwards.

San had not let go of your hand still. "You wanna go to the town? Better make sure that's all of the outlaws. Otherwise the sheriff won't give us a reward."

"But!" Mingi protested.

"Take the hint, Mingi, geez." Hongjoong clapped Mingi on the shoulder. "We'll be in town, San. Come find us when you're done."

You lead the way back to your house. You worked in silence as you prepared a meal for the two of you. The sun was setting and you had to light a fire. Instead, San took care of it and it made your heart ache. The simple act of someone doing a chore for you was not something you had experienced in a long time.

After the meal, you began to think of the evening and how it might pan out. San was easy on the eyes and you can’t say you didn’t contemplate taking him to your bed. It wasn’t so much the gratitude of him saving you, but more so, you were just lonely. Forming a new memory that didn’t have anything to do with your family would be nice as well.

“I hope the bed is to your liking,” You shouted as you made it from your room. “I’ll just replace the sheets and then--”

“No!” San shouted, clearing his voice when it cracked. “No no, you don’t need to offer me the bed. I’ll just--sleep in front of the fire. Your floor is softer than the hard packed earth outside at least.”

San curled up in front of the fireplace, pulling his jacket off and using it as a pillow. His broad shoulders practically blotted out the firelight.

Well that wouldn’t do. You began to unbutton your blouse. “Always such a gentleman,” You cooed.

San sat up all of a sudden, eyes wide. “What did you say?”

“You helped me up earlier.” You finished unbuttoning your blouse. “I’m all alone in this world right now, Cowboy. My heart is cold as ice. I can’t care anymore about anyone. My father, my mother, my brother, they’re all dead. Maybe you could warm it up for me?”

You weren’t a virgin. Your first time was with Soobin, the bank manager’s son. He had climbed on top of you in his bed, when his mother was out at a friend’s house and his father was working late. Only a few pumps later, however, and he was done. You thought that sex wasn’t all that cracked up to be. How was it that others paid for this service?

With that thought in mind, you decided to try again. You took some earnings your father had insisted on giving you after a profitable year selling horses you had helped train and bring up, and you had gone to the whorehouse. You paid for the services of Yeonjun, who spent an entire evening teaching you the pleasures of lying with another man. Yeonjun had you cursing your weakness for shy men when you could have been experiencing so much more between your legs.

San stared up at you, watching as you discarded your blouse. “You don’t know what you’re offering.”

You knelt down to his level, smoothing your skirts over your bottom instinctively. You cupped his face. “I wanna share the night with you, San.” Your eyes traveled over the planes of his handsome face. “Something inside of me wants to give my all to you. I feel like I can trust you with everything, even my cold, dead heart.”

Even with his soft protests, his lips opened slightly so that you could kiss him. It was gentle and warm and soft and it matched him somehow. Your hands descended to those broad shoulders you had been admiring earlier. The pads of your fingers followed the line of his vest, slipping over his collarbones and tracing the v that framed his chest. Your fingers found the first button but San’s hands stopped you. “Wait.” He broke the kiss.

“San,” You said gently.

“I brought you the flower you wanted to see. It’s dried and flat but it’s the best I could do.” San pulled out a lovely pink flower that looked too fragile for the harsh world of the west. “Hibiscus, remember?”

“I--” Wasn’t this the first time meeting this cowboy? Had you met San before? Surely you would have remembered such a gentle cowboy. They were rare in this world, that hardened everyone.

You shook your head, “I’m sorry…”

San smiled. It was a bright smile but his eyes brimmed with tears. “It’s okay. I’ll remember enough for the two of us.”

You grabbed your head, another headache threatening to take you out of consciousness.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll stop. I’ll just try to enjoy our time. I won’t bring up our past again. I don’t want to see you in pain.” When you opened your eyes, tears were streaming down San’s face and he was clutching his heart.

“What’s wrong, Cowboy?” You reached over and wiped away his tears. “Maybe I can fix your heart too. Let’s heal each other.”

You leaned in and kissed his cheekbones as new tears fell. You could taste the salt on your tongue. You finished unbuttoning his vest and ran an appreciative hand down the planes of his stomach. He felt like carved marble but somehow living. You pulled up your skirts and straddled him in front of the fireplace.

“Fill me up,” You murmured, “Make my heart warm again.”

San’s hands smoothed up your thighs, warm and surprisingly soft for a cowboy. “You know I can’t say no to you, even like this.”

“Then don’t say no to me.” You smiled impishly, and fished for his cock in the confines of his pants. It wasn’t hard to find.

San moaned, his back arching into your touch. You swiveled your hips, running your outer lips along his cock. Your slickness covered his cock as his cockhead nudged your sensitive nub, making you moan in return as well.

San's nails dug into your skin, tongue licking his lower lip. "You always.. tease me!"

"Isn’t that what you want?” You crept your hands up his stomach and then gently raked your nails down the skin there.

“Please!” San sat up, locking his arms behind your back. “Take me,” he whispered against your lips, “Make me yours again.”

You swiftly raised his cock and your body, only to sink down on his cock, taking him inch by sweet inch. It felt good to be stretched out like this. San was girthy and it gave you a new-found pleasure to take him all inside of you.

When you looked back at San, he was sucking down on his bottom lip, his eyes hooded and staring at you. This was all up to you, you could feel that in his gaze. He'd take whatever you gave him.

You raised your body, lifting it up until San was barely still within you and then swiftly descended. San’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and that was how you decided on the pace. Slowly unsheathing him within you and then a quick push back inwards. Your thighs, used to riding horses, had no problem with the pace and you were glad for it.

"Sweet--sweetheart!" San groaned.

"It's--?" You pressed your lips inward, "It's good?"

"You have no goddamn idea," San groaned again.

"I want it to be good for you," You found yourself saying.

San’s hands found your waist and tightened, thrusting up into you. Your hands clung to his upper arms, a cry leaving your lips. "You're always good for me, Sweetheart. Made just right for me, you are. A heart of gold and a spine of steel. You're perfect for me."

You smiled. "Feels pretty perfect, doesn't it?"

The two of you came in a crescendo of intense shouts. San’s hair clung to his face, sweat drenching his face and you panting because of the ride. “That was…”

San smiled up at you and finished your sentence, “...out of this world.”

You got up and offered him a hand. “Now come to bed.”

You fell asleep to San’s heart beating against your eardrum, your cheek pressed up against his chest. His arms were wrapped around you so tightly, as if he thought you’d steal away during the night. Your mother did always warn you that if you gave your body away, men became possessive, but this didn’t seem like that. It seemed like San never wanted to let you go.

Except… Come morning, there was no San and his horse was gone. All that you had to remind yourself of him was the pressed, dried flower that he said was for you. You rode hard to town but the sheriff said the group of men had already claimed their bounty and had moved on to hunt down other outlaws and hooligans.

For a chance, one night spent encounter, your heart hurt harder than it should have. You blamed it on the loneliness that permeated the horse ranch since everyone you loved was gone.

🐎 🐎 🐎

“You sure you wanna leave without saying goodbye?” Yunho wondered as their horses plodded out of the town.

San pulled his hat down over his eyes. “I won’t be able to say goodbye if she’s awake. Besides,” San pushed off his grief with a joke, “I already checked. They won’t let me live here.”

Yeosang and Hongjoong exchanged a look of pity. “So what are you going to do?” Hongjoong asked. Even Mingi was interested in the answer.

“I’ll find a way to save her. One day. Take her out of this damn place. She deserves better,” San mumbled.

“But… San… she’s just a host… just an android…” Yeosang mentioned.

The heat and anger in San’s eyes when he pushed up his hat made Yeosang shrink back into his saddle. “That’s where you’re wrong, Yeosang. She’s her own being, human or not. She has feelings and memories. They just wipe it from her when it’s convenient. Someday these ‘droids are going to realize that they’re more than just humans play toys. Then the real story will begin.”

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Bound | A Loki x Reader Fanfic - Chapter 21

Rating: E

Warnings: Smut, human sacrifice, mentions of torture, blood and injury, violence, angst

Tags: slow burn, romance, smut, fix-it, canon divergence of Avengers Infinity War/Endgame, AU, humor, limited use of Y/N, action, sharing a bed

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Summary:

A year has passed since the Snap. As you look to find a fresh start in life, you end up in the wrong place at the wrong time. A small cult dedicated to the newly revitalized Norse religion chooses you as a sacrifice with the belief that this will give Thor and the other gods the strength to undo what Thanos has done. What you don’t know is that human sacrifices come with a powerful magic — those who are sacrificed become linked with the god they have been given to.

It’s been a millennia since a human was sacrificed to one of the gods. You’ve been bound to Loki.

CHAPTER 21

A month passed since you and Loki returned to Earth alive, well, and unbound. In that time happy tears were shed because you spent that month celebrating and meeting with all the people the Snap had taken from you. Family, friends, old coworkers, even people you stopped talking to before it happened. Although it was a horrible, tragic event, the Snap taught an important lesson in appreciating what you have and not to take the people in your life for granted.

And it wasn’t just you, it was everybody on the planet. Mothers and fathers reunited with their children, sisters with brothers, cousins, best friends, lovers, families and beloved pets. It was a period of relative world peace and happiness. The birds chirped again, bugs buzzed, you watched critters chase each other up trees and into bushes. The world was busy again, and not just busy – loud. Cities bustled, excited crowds of people walked together, and cell phones beeped and rang.

While you utilized this time to reunite with those taken by the Infinity Stones five years ago, Loki hesitated coming with you. And by hesitated – he flat out refused.

“What do you mean you aren’t coming? You don’t want to meet my family?”

“Of course I do,” Loki said with a sensitive voice. “And you’ve met mine, but will they have forgiven me for New York? I tried to take over your planet, I don’t imagine they’ll be thrilled to see me.”

“You’re a hero, Loki! You helped bring everyone back!”

“That doesn’t erase what I did,” he said calmly.

“But you have to start moving on, you can’t live in the past.”

“I don’t, but humans do.”

You sighed and took his hands in yours.

“I will meet them one day,” he said, caressing his thumb over yours. “I don’t want to take away from your reunion by causing a commotion. A lot has happened in five years and people are still reintegrating into everyday life. Not yet.”

You nodded, squeezing his hands. “Okay. I suppose that makes sense. I just really wanted you to meet them today.”

You shared a kiss, then you conjured a portal to the home of the cousin that was hosting the reunion.

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You regaled Loki with all the details of the reunion and showed him pictures when you returned. He admitted that he wished he could have been there, but held that staying back and waiting was still the right thing to do.

Ever since returning to Earth you didn’t exactly have a home or an apartment to come back to, considering you disappeared. In the month of your return you and Loki just spent your time together traveling Earth, staying in motels and hotels. The apocalypse happened and you were able to reverse it; the least you could do was treat yourselves. The most interesting part about traveling the world was Loki’s commentary. It was very easy to forget that he was a thousand-year-old deity and that he visited many of these locations before your ancestors’ ancestors walked the Earth.

“So many buildings and crowds. This area used to be full of sweeping plains. And what is that thing?”

“You mean the Eiffel Tower?” you asked.

“An amateur Asgardian architect could come up with something more impressive.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed.

However, not all of his commentary was sarcastic. Though he’d seen parts of Earth before (and hundreds of years ago), he hadn’t seen all of it. He was awed by the Great Barrier Reef and the cherry trees in Japan. And now that he was a permanent resident of Earth, you forced him to get a cell phone. He didn’t care for it, only finally giving in so the two of you could communicate from distances. The one thing he pretended to be indifferent about but actually fell in love with was the camera.

After the trip, Thor greeted you when you came back. He pulled both of you in for a bear hug, which always knocked the wind out of you. You agreed to meet him at a cozy little cafe in New York, since he was there with the Avengers for some post-Thanos paperwork.

“By the way, the new S.H.I.E.L.D. will require statements and all sorts of stuff. It is tedious work.”

“Great,” you said sarcastically.

In front of you was your order of your favorite drink and a breakfast sandwich, Loki had black coffee, and Thor an Irish coffee and an enormous helping of bacon and pancakes.

“Statements? What are we stating, that we fought Thanos and won?” Loki asked. “That seems rather redundant.”

“Welcome to Earth,” you said.

“Lovely,” Loki said, rolling his eyes.

The conversation moved to the trip. Thor wanted to know all about the places you visited. You and Loki showed him the hundreds of pictures both of you took on your phones.

“I am so joyful that father bestowed life upon you once more, brother. You have earned it,” Thor beamed.

“If he didn’t, I would have found a way to wriggle my way out of Valhalla. I would have died again of boredom if I was forced to stay,” Loki said.

“And mother and father?” Thor asked. “How are they?”

“They are very well, and happy. They miss us dearly, and are proud of our victory.”

Thor’s eyes welled with tears. He blinked them away. “I am glad to hear it. And now that you’re here on Midgard, where are the two of you going to stay?”

“I’m not sure,” you said. “We haven’t put a lot of thought into it.”

“If you would, I invite both of you to stay with us in New Asgard.”

“Hmm,” mused Loki.

“There is quite some work to be done. It will never be exactly like home, but we can make it into our new one.”

“What of the people there on trial for what they did to her?” Loki asked, gesturing to you.

“They are still on trial,” Thor said. “It has been a slow process.”

“I – I don’t know if I want to go there if I might see one of them,” you said, twiddling your fingers nervously around your beverage.

“Of course,” Thor nodded in understanding. “Think about it, and you can text message me, it is much quicker than sending a raven.”

“Thank you, brother,” Loki said.

The brothers hugged, then you hugged the god of thunder. Thor excused himself to return to the tedious S.H.I.E.L.D. paperwork. People on the streets oohed and ahhed when he took to the sky with Mjolnir.

“What are your thoughts?” Loki asked.

“Is that where you want to go? To live with your people?” you said.

“Yes,” he said. “But we can wait until after they figure out what to do with the savages that sacrificed you. You don’t need to relive your trauma. I don’t want to go unless you’ll come with me.”

Your heart swelled from Loki’s words. “Thank you.”

The two of you shared a kiss.

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For the time being, you and Loki found a place just outside of New York City. Loki wanted to go somewhere a bit more lavish but Thor warned that S.H.I.E.L.D. would want to speak soon, and to make it easier on everyone the two of you should stay close by.

One morning you woke up with a warm feeling between your legs. In your dream, Loki was laving you with his tongue, and two of his fingers curled inside your core. It was a pleasant surprise when you woke up and found that it wasn’t a dream at all. Your half-lidded eyes focused on the raven-haired god of mischief eating you out sensually, deliberately. You shifted, indicating to Loki that you were now awake and his forest green eyes looked up from his meal to you. He took a break to lift his head up and smile.

“Good morning,” you said, gasping when he curled a finger inside you.

“Good morning,” he mirrored.

His eyes flashed with green fire as he watched your body succumb to him. Your thighs shook and your pleasure coated them. Your chest heaved quickly. Loki chuckled and continued his ministrations with his tongue. Plunging his deft fingers into your body, working in tandem with his mouth and lips, you were rendered a shuddering, shaking mess. Squelching noises sounded through the room, signifying just how eager and ripe your body was. The scent of you filled the air. Loki added a third finger, fucking you deliciously and playing with your clit; then the tide rolled in and you came, moaning the god of mischief’s name to the skies

He drank you in as you shuddered to completion, flicking at your sensitive nub, his fingers rubbing your trembling walls until the wave subsided. Your body unarched and your back rested against the mattress again. Slowly, your breathing returned to its regular pace.

“That was quite a wakeup call,” you said contently.

“Yes,” the god replied. “Normally you don’t sleep in this late. I had to rectify that.”

A smile graced your lips. “I see.”

Loki removed himself from between your legs, climbing beside you on the bed. As he moved, you caught sight of his bulging, erect cock. The god was completely naked and currently attempting to remove your pajama shirt. You shied away from him.

“Want something, do you?” you teased.

“What is rightfully mine,” Loki said. He magicked away the remainder of your clothes – which wasn’t much.

Now entirely naked, Loki hungrily feasted on your neck. His lips and teeth grazed the thin skin, one of his hands fondling your breasts while the other cupped your ass and thighs. You could already feel your growing arousal despite having just climaxed.

You turned your head, lifting his chin so you could meet his lips. Loki complied, gladly. The kiss was sensual, then turned carnal when Loki darted his tongue inside your mouth. Once in a while he bit your lip, claiming you for his own – all the while, teasing your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He moved on top of you. Parting your legs with his own, he lowered himself to rub your clit again; this time with his member. He was rock hard, gliding the tip of his cock through your slick up and down between your lips. You squealed underneath him.

You outstretched your hands, placing either one on the side of his face and pulled him back in for a kiss. Your lips and tongues intertwined as Loki rubbed against you. The feeling was absolutely divine, your head already swimming. Then, he broke the kiss off, settling above you again, and finally moved inside you. It was seamless with the combined wetness of your past orgasm and your current arousal, like a glove. He filled you up completely, entirely, stretching your walls to their delicious peak. Loki began to move, and you took him in stride.

He fucked you face to face. One arm snaked itself under your hip and his tongue flicked at your earlobe, his teeth nibbling occasionally. You moved your hips in tandem with his, doing the age-old dance of lovemaking. Underneath him you moaned with each thrust as Loki delivered you your pleasure.

Then, he stopped. His teeth retracted from your earlobe and you felt his lips press against the shell of your ear.

“Flip over,” he whispered.

Loki removed his cock from you. Whining for a moment, you obliged.

“I’m still waking up, I don’t know if I can really stay up on my hands and knees,” you said.

“Then on your belly you shall be. I want to hear you screaming into the mattress as I take you like an animal.”

A jolt of electricity snaked its way through your lower area. You lowered yourself completely flat on the bed, then Loki’s body weighed on top of you. His fingers found your opening and guided himself into you once again. You groaned in relief and thanks.

He thrusted in and out, hard. You choked out a muffled cry.

“I want you entirely at my mercy,” he demonstrated.

Then, pinned between the bed and him, Loki rutted into you with that glorious cock of his. Into the mattress you groaned as he took your pleasure. You felt your fluids coating your thighs and his cock as he guided in and out, over and over again. Every once in a while he spanked your ass, causing you to shriek and rut into the bed involuntarily. The light pain of the spanking mixed with the ecstasy wracking your body.

Above you, though you couldn’t see him, Loki was very clearly enjoying this position. Grunts and groans of a man deep in pleasure sounded above and behind you. Sometimes after spanking you he leaned down, whispering dirty things into your ear: “Yes, that’s it, take me. Take all of me,” and “My little mortal woman.”

It wasn’t very much more until you could bear it no longer and underneath the god of mischief you came. You screamed into the bed, a mix between Loki’s name and an incoherent mess. Your legs shook as your body surrendered to the tidal wave, and a moment later Loki reached his climax, too. He thrusted his cock into you, buried deep, until he reached his completion. He gave a few final pumps, groaning as he did, releasing his love, his lust, his virility into you.

Then, a knock on the door.

Both of you jumped, heads turned toward the direction of the front door.

“It’s probably that package I ordered,” you said.

“I don’t hear anything dropped on the porch, or his footsteps for that matter.”

“Well, it’s probably nothing. They’ll leave soon enough.”

Loki nodded, then settled back on top of you, tracing random lines on your back with his fingers. You giggled when he roamed over the ticklish spots.

Another knock sounded at the door.

“Ugh,” you groaned, burying your face back in the pillow.

“What infernal human..?” Loki asked, irritated.

He removed himself from you, casting a spell to clean both of you and the bed. A third time the knocking commenced on the door, however this time the knocker’s fist pounded quite hard and fast.

The both of you quickly got dressed. “What in the world?” you said.

A woman’s voice spoke behind the door. She said your full name, then Loki’s.

“We need to speak, and I know you’re in there. Open up,” she commanded.

“Yes, okay! Hang on a sec!” you shouted back to the door.

As you were getting dressed, Loki left the bedroom and went to open the front door. “Wait, wait, wait…” you mumbled to yourself as you hurriedly pulled your pants on.

You ran into the entrance room where Loki had already begun talking with the woman. She was tall, not as tall as Loki, but tall nonetheless. Clearly this was S.H.I.E.L.D., like Thor warned the two of you about. She took off her sunglasses and tucked them into her jacket pocket. You’d hoped she would be less intimidating now that you could see her eyes – nope. She had a steely look in her eyes. The agent also had a wire in her ear; her hair was nearly as dark as Loki’s. And behind her stood another agent, an older man, about middle-age with balding hair.

“Is that Coulson?” Loki asked, genuinely shocked. He seemed to be addressing the man behind the other agent.

“Yes, it is,” agent Coulson said. “Surprised to see me?”

“Very much so, considering I killed you in New York.”

“Nearly killed me. Nice to see you again, too,” Coulson said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“You almost killed this guy?” you whispered to Loki.

“Yes, when I tried taking over Earth… This is awkward,” said Loki.

You rubbed your eyes. Okay, bad first impression already,

“So, S.H.I.E.L.D., huh? I thought you guys disappeared a few years back,” you said, arms crossed.

“We’re rebuilding,” the woman said curtly.

“Ah-hah.”

She addressed the two of you by your full names again. “We have a few questions concerning the Infinity War and your involvement in it.”

“You know ours but I don’t even know yours. Why should I not slam this door in your face right now?” Loki said, clearly peeved.

“Because we have authority to arrest you, Loki, for your attempted domination of the Earth back in 2012,” the agent said calmly.

“Oh, do try,” Loki said, his lips splitting into a sadistic grin.

“Loki, let’s just do what she says, don’t make anything worse than it needs to be,” you said, placing your hand lightly on his arm.

“Hmph.”

The man behind the female agent looked past the two of you and spoke up. “May we come in?”

Loki’s nostrils flared. “How dare y –”

“Yes, please come in!” you interrupted Loki. You shot him a look and gestured the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in. “What did I just say about making things worse?” you whispered.

“You can call me Agent Hill, you deserve that much,” the unnamed agent said as she took a seat on the nearest couch. Coulson stayed standing. He leaned against the wall.

Loki looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel.

“You really don’t remember me, Loki?” Agent Hill asked.

“No, excuse me for my rudeness,” the god said sarcastically. “You have a rather forgetful visage, apologies.”

“I just have a few questions for today, then I’ll get out of your hair,” Agent Hill continued, a slight smirk on her face upon being able to get under Loki’s skin. She looked at you first. “According to our documented victims of the Snap, you were not one of them. What were you doing in the years leading up to Thanos’ return? How did you meet Loki?”

“Is this relevant to what happened?” you asked.

“Just answer the question, ma’am.” Hill pulled out a clipboard and pen. Coulson already had his own out and ready to go.

“No, I didn’t disappear with the Snap. I actually went on a drive across the country to find a new start in life. Everyone I knew was taken from me; friends, family. On the way I stopped in a little town of people that worships the Norse pantheon. Then they… Well, this is gonna sound crazy, but they sacrificed me.”

Agent Hill and Coulson’s pens stopped scribbling.

“They what?” Coulson said.

“They sacrificed me. That’s how I met Loki. They were desperate to get their loved ones back and sacrificed me to Loki in the hopes pleasing him would somehow help him bring everyone back.”

“This is a serious question, ma’am. I’m not joking,” Hill reminded.

“Neither am I. I was attached to a bonfire and burned. Thanks to magic I don’t have any burn scars.”

Her cool demeanor cracked for just a moment as she listened to your story. “I… I see.” She continued her scribblings. When she finished she turned to Loki. “And where were you during the time you left Earth in 2012 when you were taken by Thor back to Asgard, and the end of the Infinity War?”

“Do you want the entire picture?” Loki asked with irritation. “I was in many places, human, doing many things.”

“Answer the question,” Coulson asserted behind her.

“Just do as he says,” you whispered to Loki.

“How did you survive anyway, Coulson?” Loki asked, ignoring your comment. “And I’m surprised they are allowing you to be here for this interview considering our… past interaction.”

“To answer your question,” the agent said, “It’s a long story. To your second point, I am in charge of obtaining information from all involved in the Infinity War. However, since our relationship is… complicated, Agent Hill is conducting this interview.”

“It’s hard to not find someone emotionally compromised with you, Loki, considering you tried to enslave the planet,” agent Hill said. “Distractions aside, answer the question.”

He growled, but ultimately complied. Loki recounted to Agent Hill how he was brought back to Asgard but shortly after the Dark Elves invaded, and he and Thor had to work together to defeat them. In this time, Loki faked his death and took Asgard’s throne, secretly disposing of Odin on Earth while he could rule. Then, when Thor came back four years later they went to Sakaar and fought their long-lost sister Hela and brought on Ragnarok. Finally, on their way as refugees out of Asgard, Thanos invaded the Asgardians’ ship.

“I knew of Thanos’ power because I briefly worked with him. He had one Stone when he boarded us, then took a second. I knew then he couldn’t be stopped; it was only a matter of time before he obtained all of the Stones. I knew what had to be done and I allowed the Mad Titan to kill me – and this was to be transported to Valhalla and obtain Idunn’s apples.”

“Yes, Thor mentioned these apples when he briefed Coulson,” Agent Hill said, placing her pen down. “I’ve also learned that in the time you two were in the afterlife, Loki taught you magic and you used this magic to help with the fight, is that correct?”

“That’s correct,” you answered.

“We will be entering your name on the Extraordinary Persons Registry,” the Agent told you.

“Oh, okay… I didn’t even know that was a thing.”

“Every superpowered individual we are aware of is on it. Anyway, what is your relationship to one another?”

“I’m sorry?” Loki said.

“What is your relationship to one an –”

“No, I heard your question, mortal. I thought you were asking us about Thanos. Each one of these questions has been about us, our history, not him. Why are you really here?”

The room fell silent as Loki and Agent Hill partook in a staring contest. Loki impatiently tapped his fingers on the couch armrest. The Agent spun her pen around between her fingertips and uncrossed her legs. After many awkward moments, she broke the staring contest and added something to her notes.

“I will get your statements about Thanos, but I was told first to learn more about you, Loki, to verify if you’re still a threat to this planet.”

“I can answer that for you. No. Now, may we move on?”

“And you think we’ll just take your word for it?” Coulson said. “The only reason you aren’t in heavy containment in an underground base in Alaska is because you helped save the universe, but we don’t know your intentions. Was it all a part of a greater plan, a distraction?”

“No one goes from trying to take over Earth to reforming into a good guy,” Hill added. “That just doesn’t happen.”

Loki was standing now, and his fist was curled.

Hill spoke up. “I ask you again: What is your relationship to one another?”

“We’re not evil masterminds working together if that’s what you think,” you interrupted, looking between both agents. “We were complete strangers and some… stuff happened, and now we’re together. We’re a couple.”

“You’re… dating?” Agent Coulson interrupted.

“What? Didn’t hear the screams of pleasure on the way to the door?” Loki asked.

“I… No. Oh, I see.” His cheeks turned the vaguest shade of pink. “That’s why it took you so long to answer the door.”

The corner of Loki’s mouth curled into a smile.

“So, you two aren’t working together?” Hill said.

“Like, what? For evil domination crap?” you asked, almost snorting. “We ‘worked together’ I guess to bring the apples out of Valhalla and beat Thanos.”

Hill and Coulson took many more notes. A minute or so passed until she spoke again. “You’re telling me you’re dating the alien that tried to take over our planet?”

“This woman must be insane,” Coulson said under his breath as he wrote something.

“Oh believe me, I know it’s crazy,” you said with a laugh.

Suddenly, Coulson’s cell phone began to buzz. He fished it out of his pocket, eyes scanning the screen.

“We need to leave. I’ll cut to the chase of why we’re here. Loki and Y/N, S.H.I.E.L.D. is keeping very close watch on both of you and the only reason you aren’t thrown in a cage to rot, Loki, is because you helped save the Earth, but you slip up or do anything even slightly suspicious, we’ll know about it and we’ll lock you up for however long Asgardians live to be.”

“Because locking me up worked so well the first time,” Loki said darkly. “Are you done invading our space now?”

“Oh, like you invaded Earth?” Hill quipped. Loki narrowed his eyes.

“Agent Hill and I will be back next week to take the actual statements on Thanos,” Coulson said.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents stood up, pocketing their pens and notes. You walked them to the door and the two of you signed about a dozen papers stamped ‘CLASSIFIED’ in bold red letters at the top.

“You’ll see that Loki is a changed man, agents,” you told them.

Coulson looked between you and the god. “We’ll see. If Loki is even on perfect behavior we may loosen the leash. May. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye,” Hill said.

Loki shut the door as soon as they crossed the threshold. “Rats.”

You extended your arms, hugging Loki as hard as you could. “I’m sorry about that.”

“I thought of thirty different ways I wanted to kill him again while suffering through that,” the god said.

“Hey, look at me,” you said, turning his face to you. “Don’t worry about them. We saved the world, some S.H.I.E.L.D. agents up in our business is annoying, but nothing we can’t handle.”

Loki sighed. “Yes…” And he closed the gap between you, kissing you sweetly on the lips. You stood on your tiptoes

#bound #loki x reader #loki fanfiction #loki laufeyson #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki romance #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #loki fanfic #mine #my fanfic #bound chapter 21 #chapter 21 #loki smut #romance

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ninjago-x-lmk · 1 year

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Finally made bios for My Ninjago x LMK AU, which I’ll be calling ‘Ninjago Reborn’

Both in relation to the plot and because most of Wukong and Nezha’s movie titles have ‘Reborn’ in them.

Summary of the AU:

The Au starts in Ninjago, during the Merge, years after the Imperium rule. The Merges got worse that every single Elemental Master was called to close the portals that were seeping into the world, however, mid-way through the convergence an attack from the Heavens struck down into the battlefield, killing every single Elemental Master in sight, Lloyd in an effort to save Sora and Arin opens a portal and sends them to the future where he knows they’ll be safe. After Sora and Arin settle into the city of Megapolis, they find out that Lloyd had reincarnated into the Monkey King’s son, Qi Xiaotian. With the Addition of somehow being able to hold every single Elemental Power in existence…without being able to control any of them. Now, with the Monkey King’s staff given to him, MK the Monkie Kid upholds the legacy of the Elemental Masters and the Legacy of the Monkey King.

Extra Character Info:

Qi Xiaotian/MK

-His original name was ‘Sun Luzhen’ (Monkey who Walks Reality) But Wukong thought to give MK his own destiny without being bound to just being ‘Monkey’ so he called him ‘Qi Xiaotian’ (Together Little Heaven/Sky)

-MK holds all the Powers of the Elemental Masters for some unknown reason, however this does not include, Tech, (Whatever the hell Arin’s is), Ice, Heat and Time.

-MK’s strongest powers amongst all of them is Fire and Earth. Water, Wind and Lightning are the ones he can barely tap into.

-MK wears a human disguise, he is aware of his Stone Monkey past, however, it is much rare to see a monkey demon just running about Megapolis, and MK wants to be treated normally.

-Government wise, MK’s legal guardians are Arin and Sora. Who MK sees as older siblings. Sometimes he’ll use ‘Garmadon’ as his last name, most of the time, no.

-MK still has his father’s powers.

Arin

-Still keeps Riyu, Riyu just flies off somewhere sometimes (Actual context is that creator can’t freaking draw dragons)

-His power has improved since Dragon’s Rising.

-Arin makes some of his pies with the fruits from Flower Fruit Mountain, which is why the owner of the bakery doesn’t want him to leave. (Not like he will)

-Arin becomes the first Dragon Rider in a long time to ride a dragon without chains.

-Replaces the Grappling Hook for a spear.

-Arin and Sora are different when it comes to battle so expect them to go feral.

-Arin and Sora have their own apartment, but they do help Wukong raise MK.

-Arin is MK’s Senior

Sora

-Is a famous racer next to Mei and it’s how MK meets Mei in this universe.

-She uses her streams to gain money for her own Research Lab in Megapolis, that requires her to try and find ways to make the technology she makes without the need of her powers.

-Her powers now replicate Creation, just as long as one of those screens around her is on the ground.

-She uses that to create the ‘Triple SA Mark Defense Mech’ or the ‘TMD Mech’ which is basically a power rangers type mech only used for emergencies.

-She helps around with Wukong so Arin gets more screen time than her.

-Sora is MK’s senior.

Sun Wukong

-A little different from Canon Wukong, wears the makeup to hide the circlet scar that hasn’t healed because of it molding around his head for a long period of time.

-His fur is slightly cleaned from burn marks, which were caused by the Trigram furnace, and he has removed the glamour from his eyes. Well only around MK.

-Built a tombstone dedicated to Lloyd and a separate area for the rest of the Ninja.

-Is the Legal Guardian of Arin,Sora and MK, as well as the legal owner of Riyu.

-Wukong is actually a better teacher here (Not that he was bad before, it’s just that his method tended to mirror Subodhi a little)

-Knows Spinjitsu and Ninjargon for some reason.

#ninjago #ninjago au #lmk au #lmk x ninjago #ninjago lloyd #mk lmk #lmk mk #lmk qi xiaotian #lmk sun wukong #ninjago arin #ninjago sora

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landwriter · 2 years

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Please please talk more about the hunter and falconer au, I am DYING for Dream as an extremely intense falconer. The level of dedication and interest in wildlife that makes you look mildly insane to average members of industrialized society, the hunger for beauty, respecting things with claws and defending the wild predator's right to react aggressively to an unfamiliar human...I'm a wildlife person and I am so normal about the potential parallels for Dream being a specific kind of weirdo because he cares "too much"

What's up, pal!! You're so right on the parallels. There are Themes Abound here and I can't wait to dig into them! Original AU post here. I think I'll embark on this AU once we're into alpine season up here and I've been freshly out in the backcountry, because I want to (surprise!) write the landscapes true and good.

It's great to hear from another wildlife person!! I did not think my prompt answer was going to be terribly relatable but there are like HALF A DOZEN people in this fandom I've met who work with birds and at least one person who grew up in a guiding family so rest assured I will be taking NOTES. speaking of notes, here's more I've dug up on this AU:

also - humans keeping things alive in captivity vs killing them in the wild a really interesting theme - the diff ways we participate in nature dream needs to be physically fit and capable maybe hob doesn’t think he is and is surprised - it turns out dream regularly does actually just Go Away Into The Wilderness sometimes. it sort of concerns people. hob…immediately gets it. they both share this wildness, this sometimes sudden need to just go running through the bushes - oh, there we go - dream is a trail runner/fell runner, hob is smote. i think dream carefully doesn’t tell him just to surprise him the sheep tag reveal convo - hob is embarrassed, but laughs and says matthew is just jealous, explains that the tag is rare, it’s unlikely they’ll bag anything, it’s more about seeing the sheep on the mountains, if that. dream is fascinated and realizes later hob didn’t answer his 'question' (“matthew seems to think you’re taking me on this trip because you love me”) which he employed when hob would least expect it because he hopes. he’s afraid and he hopes. he doesn’t know about hob being in love with him, if he likes that idea, but he finds he likes less the idea that he’s not at all, and they’re just friends

#asks #hunter and falconer au #the sandman #dreamling

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numberonepeacock · 20 days

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Enchanting Birthday

Let me start off by saying that out of everything I have created in this AU, this is the one thing I created with no brain cells, it is a fucking mess but I can’t take it out because it’s already pretty weaved into this AU.

Anyway, bear with me as I try to explain it.

Gaining Magic

Ok so first off, Enchanting Birthday is a person’s 10th birthday, the day they get their powers and their new form (for angels and demons only). Any species, pure-breed or hybrid, have different experiences when gaining their powers.

For a Wilder, the second you turn 10 (literally the second) you’ll feel a strong and strange flow, your eyes will glow a color according to your element and then the colors of your Sin and Virtue, and then you get your magic. Most people who go through this change when they’re alone so they don’t get to see what color their eyes change because when you feel that flow it's like getting hit really hard so you normally fall to the ground.

For Earth Angels and Demons, when they gain their magic it’s the same as when humans do; they feel a strong wave of magic, and their eyes glow but the difference is their eyes glow either light blue or blood-red, depending on their species. They will also enter their true form at that time so they’ll grow wings, horns, and tails. 24 hours before they gain their magic and new appearances their head and backs will start hurting since their body is growing new bones.

Hybrids experience both their half-species’ way of gaining their magic at the same time. It’s considered dangerous if they go through it alone since gaining two different power sources at once can be overwhelming and painful. Because of this, it’s good to have someone there with them because many hybrids have tried to stop the pain themselves, and that could lead to self-harm.

Magic Department:

The Magic Branch has a department dedicated to registering people’s magic. There are buildings for it in every city, including Amity Park. Within these buildings are special artifacts that measure a person's element.

As for their Sin and Virtue, well when you get it, you’ll start to see smoke clouds over people's heads that are two different colors and these colors are different for each Sin and Virtue. Naturally, someone there asks you if you’ve seen the clouds, and if you have they will ask what colors. They can determine it from there and if you haven’t seen a cloud yet they have people who are paid to act to give off the different colors. Whichever one you can see is your Sin and Virtue.

There’s no way to know what your weapon will be, you have to earn it and summon it on your own. Many scientists believe that when you summon it for the first time, you are shaping it into a reflection of yourself.

Since angels and demons don’t have elements they mostly go to the Magic Branch building to get registered and for their magic to be measured. This is done so they can see what classes they need to take to control it.

If you want to read about the Power Level Measuring part of the test go to the School (Magic Edition) post.

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Masterpost of AU: Hybrid of the Seven Sins AU Masterpost

#danny phantom #hazbin hotel #original work #alternate universe #Hybrid of the Seven Sins AU #information #magic item #magic #elements #angel and demon #danny phantom au

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alternateasoiaftimelines · 1 year

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Black Queen AU (for ASoIaF):

Disclaimer & Word to the Wise: this blog is dedicated predominantly to ASoIaF (the literary-verse of the franchise … & there may be a few teensy allusions/references with regards to the TV-verse offshoots, but they’ll be few-&-far between, & are absolutely not the focus here).

Even though this blog focuses on a fictional verse based the medieval era, that does not mean that I, the creator of this blog, advocate or endorse the humans’ rights violations that are commonplace on Planetos. So, if you came here expecting to find this blog cheering on or condoning gross, horrible things like abuse, colorism, genocide, homophobia, incest, racism (white supremacy) rape, sexism, slavery, torture … you really are not welcome here, because this blog is aimed at examining & critiquing both the good & bad aspects of ASoIaF, & maintaining a humane, reasonable perspective throughout.

link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2391439

#ASoIaF #disclaimers #Game of Thrones #House of the Dragon #Black Queen AU (for ASoIaF)

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angelamajiki · 4 years

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PAIRINGS: Father! Yandere! Enji Todoroki x Daughter! Reader

CW: yandere, incest, soulmate AU, fluff, slight angst, nsfw, kissing, praise kink, virginity kink, size kink, bathroom sex

A BNHarem Collab!

AN: my longest piece to date! the prompt this month was sex work, so i decided to stretch the prompt and do sexual slavery. wanted to go for a softer version of daddy endeavor, so please enjoy <3

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The mark on his wrist was one that was shared with yours. Enji had given up on finding his soulmate, deciding that his career and legacy were far more important than some silly marking on another’s body. Love was something he thought he could go without. But when he saw your bright eyes gaze up at him, your chubby hand wrapped around his index finger, his heart had fallen hard—such a sweet, gentle thing. No traces of fear, of disdain, of disgust for him as a human being. Just pure curiosity and unconditional love. His heart leaped for his little girl.

Enji was determined, then and there, that he would never fail you, not like he forgot the others.

Oh, what plans he had for you, his precious princess. He couldn’t wait to spoil you, to marry you and start a new family once you were old enough. Rei realized this as well. Her youngest daughter, her last hope at salvaging her broken family, was to be had by her husband. The thought frightened her, especially after seeing the adoring look in her husband's eyes when she saw him cradle you for the first time. It was so unlike the stoic nature he held for the other children when they were born, only caring to see that they were healthy before leaving off back to his agency, never giving them more than a fleeting touch. It was nothing like when he held you, snarling at any nurse who dared to take his soulmate from the grips of his arms.

Something that had Enji’s conviction more so than his career was something to be feared. Your mother swore to herself that she would not let her husband ruin you.

Once he fell asleep with you tucked in the crook of his arm, a social worker came and collected you to be sent to a foster home and be set up for adoption. It was better than falling into the hands of the monster of a husband.

After the death of Touya, the pair decided to have one more child in hopes of fixing their broken family, but Rei now knew it was for naught. Nothing could save them know, especially now that Enji had nearly burned the building down when he discovered that his little girl was gone, just hours after he had finally found you.

Rei alerted the commission as well for your protection, that utter bitch of a woman. They very well couldn't have the number two hero caught in an incestuous bond with his daughter, now could they. All information of your whereabouts was hidden from him, blacklisting him from working with any foster children, lest he loses his hero license. Enji may have lost you for the time being, but his patience grew as he did. They couldn't keep him from you forever. You'd be reunited one day; he knows it.

The first time he saw you again was when you were fifteen. It was your birthday and the day he had become the number one hero officially, plenty of reason to celebrate. Usually, he would have taken the time to sit near the rose bush he planted in your honor in his courtyard on your birthday, renewing his vows to find and love you to the best of his ability. Enji took great pride in keeping your memory alive with the bush for his beautiful little rose gone too soon from his grasp. But there you were, mere meters from him.

The foster home you stayed at took you out for dinner when he was meeting with Hawks after the billboard awards. Your eyes were unmistakable, a perfect cerulean just like his own. He was so close, yet so far. My, how you had grown since he saw you. Unlike him, you bore your mark proudly on your wrist, not ashamed to admit to the world who your soulmate was. Not like you actually knew who it was anyway.

Enji was prepared to leave Hawks at the table; a new flame lit under his ass, one far more exhilarating than the thought of being the number one hero. He was up and on his way to speak to you before Nomu attacked him. Damn villains, they'd pay for separating the two of you once again. But his conviction only grew stronger. It wasn’t hard to find you after that; he knew what city you were living in. Instincts lashed out at him, demanding that he go sweep you up and hide you away. No, no. That would make you frightened; he can't have that. He’ll watch from the sidelines, waiting until you were of age to make a move. He was curious to see just how life as a foster child was treating you.

Growing up in the foster system had been a nightmare from hell for you. A cursed child is what they saw you as when your skin sprouted flames every time it was touched by the human hand, burning everything and everyone who came in contact with it. From the moment your quirk manifested, you were an outcast, an untouchable, unlovable freak. Someone destined never to feel the touch of their new parents, their lover, their soulmate.

It wasn't long before you realized that you would remain in the foster system until you aged out. Who would adopt a child they couldn't hug when they cried, hold their hand when they crossed the street, snuggle up to when it was chilly outside? Any potential parent was taken aback by your quirk once you reached for the warm touch of mommy and daddy, only to singe their hand or burn a hole in their shirt.

You learned quickly that your touch was something to be feared, that you were something to be feared. You supposed that’s why you looked up to him so much. So much so that you thought about him late at night when the loneliness seemed to drown you in the sea of your insecurities.

Endeavor was the only one who could understand you, understand your quirk. If only your soulmate mark could match him, maybe you feel the warmth of another human being without hurting or mauling them with your power. Abrasive he may be with the media, but there something about him that was so comforting and endearing to you. In your eyes, he was simply misunderstood, a gentle giant amongst the mass personalities of the other pro heroes.

Watching his interviews brought you comfort when you were lonely, his merchandise made you swell with pride and confidence, and his posters on the wall reminded you that you were never alone. It was a silly crush, but it made you feel better about your miserable life.

You even got to see him on your birthday! Well, not exactly. You happened to be in the same restaurant when your foster parents took you out for your birthday. It was apparent that they just felt bad for you, having looked after you for 15 years only to still have custody of your sorry ass. You were almost certain that they were going to kick you to the curb the morning of your 18th birthday.

Too bad they never had the chance. That fate would have been much kinder than the reality you faced now.

Once the Paranormal Liberation Front had effectively ripped society up by the roots and let the tree of life rot for the world to see, your foster parents packed their shit and left the country while you were at school. You’d been alone in the world ever since and were snatched off the streets, ready to be sold into slavery by the villains of the world. Your quirk was the only thing keeping you from being bought like a bitch from the auction floor.

Enji, on the other hand, was more than eager to do just that. After his public smear campaign by his allegedly dead son, he was dead to the world, finally abandoning his family for good in hopes of finding his beloved daughter. His life was dedicated to searching for you, having managed to track you down through his vigilante work. He likes to lie to himself and say that he’s continuing to fight for the greater good, but Enji does it just to have the chance to see your sweet face again. There wasn’t much to go off of, but he’d rather see his fiery end than to give up. That's how he found you at the auction.

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Another auction night was approaching, which meant another night of humiliation and being displayed like a slab of meat for a crowd of degenerate wolves. Your quirk was the only thing keeping you from being sold; no one wants a fucktoy they can’t touch. It reduced you to physical labor for your captors, but you were better fed because of it. That didn’t mean they still didn’t try to sell you.

After being stripped down into nothing but a collar, leash, and a muzzle, you were brought to the stage and shoved in front of the ravenous, roaring crowd. You could feel their stares seep into your bones, the grime from the floor on your bare feet only adding to the overwhelming sensation of disgust you couldn’t even begin to describe.

The crowd’s excitement was raucous, jeers and shouts echoing off the halls of the underground auditorium. Masks covered their faces for the sake of privacy lest a vigilante break-in and hunt them all down. Even in the lawlessness of the world, heroes were still crawling everywhere to trail after even the slightest scent of villainy. Doesn't mean they’ll win, but hey, the death of a hero is just the same as the auction was to them.

“Up next, a darling girl with a fiery quirk!”

That was your cue. A handler had a fierce grip on your leash, giving it a few tugs for good measure as the crowd laughed at your stumbling. The auctioneer began to list your qualities and physical attributes, including your quirk.

“And she’s a virgin!”

Added for good measure, the crowd fell silent after listening to the abilities of your quirk. You couldn't hate it anymore; it's what was keeping you from being someone’s onahole until the day you kicked the bucket.

“Can I get $10,000?”

Ah the starting bid. The silence was relieving. Just a few more moments and you'd be off that damn stage.

“No? Going once, going twice, going-”

“One million.”

A booming voice came from the back row, the depths of the shadows to further hide the masked man who just bought your life. Why did it sound so familiar?

“Outstanding! One million dollars for the young lady!”

“Going once.”

It couldn't be.

“Going twice.”

This can't be happening.

“Sold for one million!”

No!

You were supposed to be unwanted, just like you have been your entire life! Yet some mysteriously familiar man outbid the entire auction for little ol’ you.

“Off the stage, bitch.”

The handler snarled, yanking you off the stage and causing you the fall and bruise yourself in the process.

“Watch it!” He spat, picking you up by the roots of your hair. “The merchandise needs to be handled carefully before reaching the customer. Let's hope he doesn't mind some bumps and bruises. For your sake.”

“That won't be necessary; I'll be taking her as is. Immediately, if you will.”

The mysterious man stood had already made his way backstage and behind you, standing formidably over your stark form. Your hair was released, dropping you back to the floor.

“Excellent, sir! I’m more than happy to get this welp off my hands.”

A brief exchange was made while you recovered on the floor, shaking in fear as the situation weighed heavily on your already broken self. The handler took the money and returned to the back room, leaving the two of you alone together.

The stranger crouched down to you and extended a hand to brush the stray hair out of your face, touch remaining tender and gentle when you flinched harshly.

“My poor girl, what has the world done to you?”

His coat enveloped your body as he scooped you up in his arms. The scent of him comforted you more than you would have liked to admit. Teakwood and coffee grounds filled your senses as he held you flush against his chest, leaving the auction house with a renewed sense of vigor.

You were placed in the backseat of a car before he dressed you in simple pajamas.

“Rest. You deserve it.”

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At some point in the car ride, you let yourself fall asleep only to wake up in a cozy king-size bed wrapped up in a soft blanket next to a warm fireplace. The false sense of comfort lulled you for a few moments before your situation hit you like a ton of bricks. The anxiety you'd had known your whole life had finally kicked back into gear, forcing you out of bed and into the rest of the house.

It was daybreak, the sunlight slowly trickling in through heavily curtained windows as you walked through the halls and into the kitchen. The man was standing over the stove, sans mask, dressed in a wife-beater and his pajama bottoms. It couldn't be-

“Come in; breakfast will be on the table in a moment.”

Now you were certain.

“Who are you?” Your voice barely above a whisper. “Why did you buy me at the auction?”

A deep, rumbling chuckle flowed from the man.

“I think you know the answer to that, little one.”

His focus was retained on the meal in front of him. “I’ll explain myself over breakfast. Now sit.”

You couldn't help but feel compelled to obey him. While sitting, you took the time to honestly look him over for the first time in your life. Never did you think you would be so close to your childhood crush in such a domestic setting.

He had noticeably greyed but still possessed a majority of his red hair. Muscles were still taught and budging, but he had grown a little bit of a belly. Endeavor was as handsome as ever, aged like a fine wine that you couldn't wait to sip on.

The food was placed in front of you as he took the test next to you.

“Eat and have some water. Then we’ll talk.”

Once again, you obeyed him without question and refrained from eating like a rabid animal. It wasn't even a question, so much so that it is evident that you hadn't had a decent meal in a long time. You were still muscular from the labor you did for your handlers, though.

And Enji liked that about you. How resilient you were, he loved that you inherited his strength but still possessed Rei’s gentle nature. Not that he wanted to credit that woman for anything, but he couldn't deny the obvious. You were his strong, beautiful little girl who had to endure so much because his bitch of a wife decided to separate you from him.

But he was here now, ready to give all his love and protection to his only love. It took everything in his power not to swoop you up from your seat and hold you in his arms until his last breath.

Enji watched you eat, pride swelling in his chest at the thought that you liked his cooking. He couldn't help but wonder what your favorite meals were as well. There's certainly all the time in the world to get to know his little girl now that he had you. And he was never going to let you go.

Your breakfast was devoured quickly, both out of desperation for a real meal and answers to your questions.

“Why did you buy me from the auction?”

It was a complicated question, but you wanted a simple answer.

“I’m your soulmate.” His wrist was on display as he reached across the table to hold your hand.

For the first time in your life, you felt safe. Your one, shining hope was meant to yours and he wanted to be yours. You didn't even question how he knew at all.

His touch was warm and slightly rough, but it was welcome all the same. Even though your skin was lit aflame at his flesh against your, he paid it no mind. He was built to take your quirk, to take you.

“Endeavor…”

“Please, call me Enji.” His thumb rubbed over the palm of your hand. “I’m sure you feel better after having something to eat.”

“Why don't you go take a bath? It’ll help you relax, I can take care of your dishes.”

It was strange how insistent he was on taking care of you, but you can't say you don't enjoy the attention. He seemed to care for you in a way that went beyond caring for a partner, or in your case, a soulmate. But who were you to judge? It wasn't like you had a lot of experiences to use as a comparison.

Making your way back to the bedroom, you took the time to study the house you were in. A traditional, well-kept home, it practically looked like it was untouched. And maybe it was; buildings and homes fully intact were hard to come by these days, let alone ones that were clean and warm.

Enji seemed to lull you into an instinctual sense of safety, even though he bought you out of slavery. Just because he was your soulmate didn't mean that he had good intentions for you, but somehow, his presence alone filled a void in your heart that you had forgotten was even there.

Once you made it to the bathroom connected to the master bedroom, you drew yourself a bath just like Enji had instructed you to do. It wasn't the wisest decision to let your guard down like this, but the man already had plenty of opportunities to fuck you up by this point.

The water was warm and inviting when you sank yourself into it; you couldn't remember the last time you had warm water to clean yourself with. It made you feel light and hazy, slipping into a headspace you had long forgotten—a place of safety and comfort.

Three raps on the door pulled you from your haze as Enji entered the bathroom with fresh towels. Despite the fact that he had already seen you naked, the intimacy of the situation only left you feeling more vulnerable than ever.

“Let me help you.”

He kneeled next to you outside of the tub and pulled a lavender chamomile shampoo from the tub’s shelf. There was room to protest, but you couldn't find yourself willing to do so.

Water was poured over your head before he started a lather in your hair, gently scrubbing your scalp for a while. Even this simple touch made you shudder, it was a long time since you last felt the warmth of someone’s touch. And everything about this man was warm, for you at least. His words, his touch, his heart.

Conditioner was added to your hair as well before he moved onto washing your body. The scrub was gentle across your skin, his hand following after it to help keep the suds from rising too much. Strong hands massaged your back and your neck, both of which needed the much-deserved relief.

“So tense.” He murmured, mostly to himself.

There was a comfortable silence shared between the two of you as he massaged out all the knots and kinks that had built up over the years with your handlers. His touch should have made you flinch but you found yourself pressing into it. A small moan escaped your lips as he worked through a particularly tender spot on your neck.

“Are you enjoying this?”

His lips ghosted your ear as warm breath tickled your cheek and neck.

Your face flushed with a fiery warmth from a combination of the steam, your embarrassment, and the man whispering sweet nothings in your ear as his hands worked at your tired skin.

“Let me help you relax, sweet thing.”

Enji picked you up momentarily to slot himself behind you in the tub. Placed on his lap, you gasped when you could feel his erection hard against your back. Fear started to trickle into your veins as you squirmed slightly, attempting to get out of his grasp.

“Shhh, it's alright, you're okay.” His hand made its way to your throat and rested there gently, stroking over your artery with his thumb. “I’m not going to hurt you, sweetheart. Let me show you how much I've missed you.”

His touch made you feel alive, feel wanted for the first time in your life. You couldn't help but whine when his other hand made its way down your body, gently groping your breast as his lips were pressed to your ear.

“Do you trust me to take care of you?”

His fingers toyed with your nipples, obviously skilled.

“Do you trust me to make the sweetest love to you?”

Another whine caught in your throat as his hand went further, cupping your sex in his much larger hand. He kneaded gently, pressing a soft kiss to your temple when you writhed in his grip.

“Please! Enji-”

Shushing you gently, Enji’s thumb made its way to your clit to stroke in small circles.

“How does that feel, sweetheart?”

You were used to touching yourself, but oh God it never felt like this.

“Good!” You managed to choke out in a wanton moan. “So good! Enji, please, I need-”

A warm pair of lips sealed over yours, silencing you once again. Enji knew how wrong this was, to take advantage of you like this without revealing the truth. But he wanted at least to just once to have you in his arms willingly and eagerly. He wanted to kiss you breathless, listen to your cries and feel your nails dig into his skin as he gave you all of himself without a fight from you. He can worry about revealing himself to you later.

The rough pads of his large fingers started to apply pressure to your clit as his middle finger slipped into your tight hole under the water.

“Don't worry, little one. I'll give you what you need.”

Soft kisses were trailed along your cheek and hand that was on his that was still holding your throat tenderly. Finger pumping in and out of you, Enji whispered sweet praises to you as he felt your hole clench around him.

“Doing so well for me, sweetheart.”

Your breathy moans and whines only served to harden his cock. He felt like a teenager all over again, closing to cumming just from the sound of your voice.

Another finger slipped into your tight core, careful not to overwhelm you too fast. It was obvious you'd hadn't been touched before, not even by yourself. You felt full but greedy for more of his touch.

“Deeper, Enji! Please, can you?”

You were babbling at this point, writhing in his lap as he fingered you nice and slow with thick digits. Enji hummed as he pressed further into, curling his fingers into your G-spot.

Your cry was loud as he began to abuse your most sensitive spot, fully squirming in his arms as tears of pleasure breached your eyes. The sensation was too overpowering for you, making you thrash and arch in his arms.

“Shh, you're okay, sweetheart. You're okay; I'm right here.”

His fingers continued to stroke in a curled fashion, thumb still circling over your twitching clit. Enji kissed you again, deeper and more fierce as he began to fuck you earnestly with his fingers.

“Cum for me, darling.”

Squealing, you gripped his forearm and cried helplessly into his mouth. The build was slow and intense, allowing your orgasm to wash over you in waves of pleasure rather than a blinding, quick light.

“E-Enji!” You wailed. “Enji!”

You shook in his arms, holding onto the larger man for dear life as you experienced your first orgasm. It seemed like Enji knew your body better than you did.

No words were exchanged between the pair of you, but you could feel the tension of your desired hanging thick in the air. This man was going to take your virginity, here and now.

Enji removed his hand from your throat and between your legs in order to maneuver you to sit facing forward in his lap.

“Are you ready for me?”

His honesty made you flush even more. Biting your lip nervously, you hesitated to answer. Were you ready? It wasn’t like you had much of choice; the man could very well take you by force if he so chose to. But you felt safe in his arms, safe with him.

“Let me help you, my love.”

Warm, large hands gripped your backside as he held you steady above his cock. Your hand reached down to line yourself up with his throbbing sex, lowering yourself down on it slowly.

It burned in the best way, stretching you out fully as you pressed your forehead against his chin.

“Good girl, taking my cock so well, darling.”

A pitiful whine left your throat at the praise, hands gripping the forearms that held you in place.

“Can...Can you hold me?” You whimpered. “Please?”

Enji’s arms enveloped you and pulled you flush against his, tucking your head into the crook of his neck as you continued to lower yourself onto his cock. Your breath tickled his ears, making him groan lowly once he bottomed out inside of you.

“Such a sweet girl you are, taking all of me on your first try.”

Another whine responded for you as you ground your hips down on his.

“E-Enji.” You whimpered his name over and over again like a prayer. “Enji!”

“Be still, little one.” Hands back on your hips, holding you in place near the tip of his girthy length. “Let me take care of you.”

Hips in place, the man began to thrust up into you slowly, holding you tight as he stood up from the water. You only gripped and nuzzled yourself into him further, letting out sweet whines and whimpers into his ear while he thrust into you.

Your back was placed against the cool tile of the wall when he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. Even in this position, he was still at least another head taller than you.

“Look at me when I make love to you.”

Through wet eyelashes, you gazed up at his eyes and let your mouth hang open as he rolled his hips into yours. His eyes shut briefly when he moaned, hissing at the feeling of your wet cunt hugging his cock so well.

“You were made to take my cock, little one.”

Arms reached up to wrap around his neck as he thrust into you, taking his time to make his strokes slow and deep. His hips were flush against yours when you asked him, “Kiss me, please? I want all of you Enji.”

Your bold proclamation stunned him for a moment before yielding, placing a deep kiss and a hot tongue against your lips.

His thrusts became faster as he kissed you with more passion and vitality. For an old man, he certainly had his stamina up to par. Your fingers thread through his red and grey tresses, tugging him closer to you gently as you moaned shamelessly into his mouth.

The pleasure in your core was more intense, fiercer this time around as his thrusts became hard and fast. The sounds of both of your moans and skin slapping against skin echoed off the tiled bathroom walls as the both of you felt your orgasms coming.

“Enji, fuck!” You whined, beginning to squirt on his fast-paced cock. “I-I’m cumming; I’m cumming!”

“Cum for me, princess.”

With a choked sob, you creamed yourself all over his cock, which continued to pound into your hole before he groaned your name and came deep inside you.

Nothing but the sounds of the water sloshing and your labored breathing could be heard as you both came down from your highs.

After a moment of rest, Enji pulled out and wrapped you in a towel before laying you gently on the bed. A towel was wrapped around his own waist as he looked at you fondly, brushing stray hairs out of your eye sight as he sat next to you on the bed.

“I must ask, how did you end up at the auction site?”

What a loaded question, but the intimacy you two shared allowed for it.

“I was kidnapped off the streets after my parents abandoned me when the prison break happened.”

He sighed gruffly and took your hand in his.

“What utter fools, tossing aside a beautiful rose such as yourself.”

His thumb traced over your soulmate mark. You still had yet to know how he knew before ever meeting you.

“It's alright; I never considered them my family. I just wish I could have met mine, but at least I met my soulmate.”

A crinkled smile adorned his face.

“You've done more than meet them.”

What could that have meant?

“I’m your father and your soulmate, little one.”

A rock hit the pit of your stomach as you retracted your hand from his.

“That isn't a funny joke, I'm serious.”

“So am I.” His hand was quick to snatch your back. “What could I possibly gain from lying to you?”

“P-Prove it.”

“Our soulmate marks, I saw yours the moment you were born in the Hosu hospital before my wife separated us all those years ago. I can recite your birthday if you'd like me to, for good measure.”

Fuck, he really wasn't lying. A lump formed in your throat as tears sprung in your eyes.

“Why would you do this to me?” You whispered, barely even able to hear yourself.

“Because I love you. I love you so much, sweetheart. Ever since I saw you for the first time in the hospital, my entire life has changed because of you. All I ever wanted was you.”

Enji was quick to shush your cries, using his free hand to wipe your tears away.

“Will you forgive me for being selfish?”

The disgust and horror filled everyone of your senses, especially when you came to a realization that he was everything you've ever wanted.

What came out of your mouth next stunned the both of you.

“You can apologize by begging on your knees and cleaning me up with your tongue, Daddy.”

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thequizzicaldreamer · 2 years

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If ingo ever becomes human again... Will he lose the ability to talk to his Pokemon friends/acquaintances? 🥺

Ahhh, ze human question... If ingo became human again, in all likelihood he would lose his ability to talk with pokemon... but! I want to stress that doesn't mean he would lose his ability to understand pokemon-- like sure, he won't be able to understand them literally, but being a good pokemon trainer is all about understanding your pokemon emotionally, and ingo is a very very good pokemon trainer! It’ll change the dynamic of his new friendships a bit, yeah, but it won’t be an inconsolable situation. Certainly, I imagine Ingo would end up a bit be better at understanding pokemon on a deeper level then most humans, maybe not quite N’s level of understanding, but close. As for if he’ll actually become human again.... Well. I think I might leave that up to interpretation.

The end point for this au that I have in my head is Ingo, still a zoroark, returning to Unova with emmet-- They stay in touch with dawn and all their sinnoh fiends, vacationing there occasionally to catch up and to let Ingo chill with his wild pokemon friends. They also go on trips around the world to look for ways of restoring ingo, although eventually these trips evolve into adventures for adventure’s sake. As for the humdrum day to day, there’s adjustments to be made for sure, but at this point Ingo’s mastered his illusions and human speech, so he’s able to spend his days at the battle subway doing what he does best, the general public unaware of his zoroark-ness (although I imagine it’ll eventually become a bit of an open secret, like, yeah that guy was turned into a zoroark, but it’s chill.) He does have to get used to the modern world again, and he has trauma to deal with and people to re-meet... and it can get overwhelming. But he also gets to experience his favorite foods again, battle as a pokemon trainer again, driving trains again, spend time with his brother again! He spends a lot of his spare time catching up with emmet and their other friends, and when he’s not chilling with his human friends, I think he’ll head out into the woods and help out wild pokemon, with his own team (and sometimes emmet!) in tow.

As for Emmet, he’s doing okay! It’s a learning curve, finding the right mix of acknowledging ingo’s needs as a person and ingo’s needs as a pokemon. Occasionally emmet missteps, but ingo and emmet have had their whole lives to learn how to read and communicate with each other, and they get thing sorted out fairly quickly when that happens. They both have new trauma to work through and new things to learn about each other (or re-learn, in ingo’s case), but the subway bosses of nimbasa city are back together and Emmet is feeling better than he has in years. He waited four years for his brother to return, dedicating himself to living well and keeping the battle subway running smoothly for ingo. So what if ingo came back a little fuzzier than he was before both in body and mind? That’s fine, they can learn how best to deal with it one day at a time. And maybe one day they’ll find a way to turn ingo back into a human, (if ingo still wants to by that time), but no matter what, Emmet is just happy to have his brother back!

#wrong train home au #submas #ingo #emmet #quizzical questions

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avianhasnodignity · 2 years

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I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT KING'S TIDE (especially relating to hunter but shhhh he's the emotional support kin with too many similarities. apologies if this is too long aelkrgmalkermg there are many thoughts)

Thought -> You know how Gus has those anxiety attacks that get so bad his illusion magic projects them? Well Gus saw Belos' worst memories when he did the memory spell, which included Belos' killing his brother. It then is, theoretically possible for Gus to have another anxiety attack about everything that happened before they all entered the human realm.

Which means that if Gus has an anxiety attack that projects what he saw in Belos' mind? Hunter has helped Gus before, but what would happen if he saw his uncle killing the person he was cloned from?

Thought -> While Hunter did protect his friends during the Belos fight (which was pretty impressive considering he was both injured and fighting off the draining spell) he never directly attacked or injured Belos. After Gus' memory spell Belos asks Hunter why he's hurting him.

Hunter never hurt him. Even after everything Belos put him through.

The last words Hunter hears from his uncle (the person who raised him and the person he dedicated his life to until a month or so ago in canon) is him asking Hunter why he's hurting him, and him telling Hunter he only ever wanted to help.

That's going to leave some (emotional) damage.

Thought -> Now everyone is in the human realm they're all going to have to come to terms with stuff BUT this will be the first time Hunter (and Amity and some of the other characters if I'm not mistaken?) get experience with a (fairly) good mother figure. Their lives won't be at risk. They can finally rest. (at least until Belos comes back aelrkgm)

Thought -> AU where Hunter went to look for King during the fight to protect him. He finds the room full of previous Golden Guards

Thought -> please info dump ideas and knowledge it is great hearing people info dump ideas and knowledge please do it

for the first one, gus also saw belos making a grimwalker and stuff so gus probably knows about that and now hunter will portably have to talk about it which i’m both excited for because i think it’ll be a good scene and not because not more trauma :(

yeah hunter finding even more golden guards… and their bones. so much trauma. i’m scared they king will probably tell hunter about it and nyntdjnff that

and then the expressions hunter has during the fight :( when he saw belos in his goop form you could see in his expression that he’s seen it too many times before :(

his expressions in this episode were really good but i with they’d stop making him blush around willow because it makes me scared they’ll make huntlow coming and i just don’t really like that ship but like i can deal with that

so mad we don’t get a full season three because hunter shenanigans in the human realm would be so good but it’ll probably be pure plot

also hunter and luz being scar buddies if luz gets an eyebrow scar is just 🤌

and no worries on it being too long

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sanjoongie · 2 years

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Anterior Chapter~ San’s Past

ღGenre: Supernatural au, Werecat Au ღWord Count: 977 ღWarnings: mentions of death ღRated: 18+ mdni, ღSummary: San’s life before he ended up finding you and Wooyoung

ᲦDedication: my beta team @mejuii @downtoamagicalland

↫Werecat~! San | Series Tag↬

San was the result of a weremountain lion mother and a human father. His mother, unable to raise a mongrel half werecat amongst her tribe, abandoned San at his father’s doorstep as soon as he was born. San never knew his mother. His entire world revolved around his father and his human upbringing.

Being a werecat in a human world was difficult. San never understood why his father never allowed him to transform. Of course, his father always told him things like “No one can ever find out. If they do, they’ll take you away from me” or “You’ll scare everyone if you transform” but San only wanted to transform around his father, mostly. He was never allowed, even if they were alone in their home and that always formed a hole in San’s heart.

Being a werecat was a part of him, same as his human side. Sometimes he wanted to transform and curl up near something warm. Sometimes he wanted to be a werecat and see how it was to eat ice cream in that form. There were a lot of things San wanted to experience in his other form but he was always denied that feeling.

So, finally when San was graduating from high school, his father promised a grand outdoor outing so that San could finally transform in peace, under his father’s watchful eye. San was so excited he practically vibrated the entire four-hour ride it took to get to the campsite. At first, he simply enjoyed pitching the tent and eating by the fire. But he was eager to transform and show his father that everything would be fine at home if his father just let him go once and a while.

Unfortunately for San, everything went horribly wrong. San transformed but it was the first time he had experienced having a human brain inside of an animal body. The animal side of him was ecstatic at being free and immediately fled his father and the campsite. San ran with all of his werecat muscles, climbed trees, hunted; everything a newly-freed wild animal would want to do. San wasn’t even aware of how many days had passed before his human side came back and he transformed into a human.

San found his father at the bottom of a cliff. His father had been desperate to find him but had fallen to his own death in search of his werecat son. San mourned his father, built a stone grave for him, to keep any other animals away from his body. But the sadness overtook him until he wasn’t able to bear it. His poor father had died because of him, so San transformed to his other form, to get away from the pain.

San became part feral animal, part feral human. He discarded his human side completely, turning his pain of the death of his father into anger. He resented his father for never letting him transform. If only he had been able to, nothing like this would have happened. So, San spent as much time as possible in his mountain lion form, making up for lost time.

San almost never changed to human form, only when he needed opposable thumbs or he missed eating human food. It wasn't until he was stalking you that he wasn't so keen on being solely a werecat.

He stalked you in the shadows before your human sense ever picked him up. San jumped from branch to branch above you, following you just because you reminded him of a smell he once was very familiar with. Soon he was frustrated with following the smell from afar so he pursued you through the covered bushes on the ground of the forest floor. But as soon as his feet touched the ground, you tensed up and fled.

San wasn't satisfied with that. He wanted to identify the smell that was coming from you and why it enticed him so. Then you began to cook human food and his mouth watered. He couldn't remember the last time he had a fresh burger.

The San came across a smell he hadn't experienced before; a man left the tent you were cooking by. He smelled, not like San, but San's instincts told him that the man was not human. The man hung off of you and San grew even more curious. His father always told him that a human could never accept living with a non-human; that only family could accept the oddness. But here you were, seemingly a couple with this man who was not human nor wereanimal.

The man made you squeal and it pulled San out of his thoughts. He watched with his kitty-cat eyes as you stood alone, the man having half-stripped you and rushed to swim into the lake. San figured while you were both distracted, San could test you. He walked silently up behind you and then brushed his side along the back of your legs before disappearing back into the greenery and shadows. You didn't scream but you did scurry to be closer to your man. San approved of your instincts.

The two of you were in the water for a bit before San smelled blood. It didn't drive him wild, like one would think, but simply made him more curious. What was this man and why were you okay with giving him blood? Was it because you two were mates? How was such a thing even possible?

Once the man who wasn’t a human walked out of the water, with you clinging to his body, San knew the jig was up. This man who drank human blood was looking straight at him, even through the shadows and the greenery. It was time to reveal himself but suddenly he realized what your smell reminded him of: you smelled like his father; you smelled like home.

#kvanity #ateez scenarios #choi san scenarios #ateez fic #choi san fic #bucket list event series #ღatz #topaz's work #my poor curious bubs #i love werecat san okay #i will let him nap on my lap and give him head scritches

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