#this was a lot more time consuming so i wont continue to do that; further names posted will only have the info included in the ask.

[scrapnames]

SCRAP NAMES

when a person is done with their name, they discard it.

this blog is a project allowing trans and nonbinary people to give away their deadname or previously used name and let others take it on as their own.

⟐ submission guidelines

⟐ for easier navigation, i tag the first letter of the name, whether it's typically feminine, masculine or gender neutral, and its origin and meanings if provided.

⟐ if you picked a name on this blog and you'd like to let the person who submitted it know, feel free to send in an ask!

[kkaebsongtypo]

01 | m.l | next

why wont you love me // hrj [02]

pairing: renjun x reader

genre: friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, slight angst

wanings/notes: alcohol consumption (all parties are of legal age, drink responsibly!), mentions/symptoms of anxiety, mentions/signs of abandonment issues, jealousy, inspired by the song Why Won't You Love Me by 5sos

(warnings/notes are subject to change and updates if needed.)

word count: 2.1k

Renjun and y/n are an inseparable pair; they know each other like the back of their own hands. For the most part. Renjun keeps his true feelings hidden; y/n refuses to acknowledge their own. Both hold the fear of losing each other. But will one night out and a little too much to drink change everything?

a/n: hello part two is f i n a l l y here- sorry for the super long wait ;-; lmk if you want to be in a taglist ^-^

A week without Renjun and the boys proved to be a lot more difficult than you expected. On any other day, a normal day, you would have Renjun or Jisung on video call to keep you company whilst doing your work, cleaning the house, or just any other task. On any other day, you’d have a few of the boys lounging around your apartment, studying, doing project work, playing video games, spending their time in the comfort of your tidy home if they needed to get away from their own. Most of the time, it didn’t even feel like you lived alone.

Needless to say, with your main group of friends away on their trip, you were bored. With the boys doing their own trip activities, it was hard to get a normal, lengthy video call in. Procrastination was one of your biggest enemies in the deafening silence of your empty apartment. Without the company of your friends occupying your phone, and your current lack of self control, you were sprawled out on your bed scrolling through Instagram, your essay long forgotten.

You sat up abruptly when you opened Renjun’s story and were greeted with a photo of him and a shorter girl wrapped in his arms. Your chest tightened and at their bright smiles. You chewed on your bottom lip as you stared at the photo, the strange sensation in your chest growing. After a few seconds, you decided to close the app, the feeling (which, you concluded to be anxiety) building inside of you became overwhelming very quickly. You placed your phone face down on your bed and slowly laid back against the covers. You stared blankly at your ceiling and drummed your fingers on your bedsheets and chest.

A ding sounded from your phone and your hand flew to grab it. You hesitated to look at the screen though, unsure if you were hoping it was from Renjun or not. Ten seconds passed, and after a deep breath, you look at the message. A sigh fell from your lips when you read the contact name. It was from Jisung. You couldn’t tell if you were relieved or disappointed that it wasn’t Renjun as the anxiety in your chest continued to swirl.

bby chick <3: Are you busy rn bby chick <3: Can u vc bby chick <3: I miss you :(

You felt a pang of guilt for feeling slightly disappointed as you read the younger boys messages. You truly did miss him as well. The situation prior to his messages simply threw you off and into a frenzy of other feelings. Your fingers typed a response quickly.

: I miss you too :( : and no I am not busy, call me <3

It took no longer than 5 seconds for a video call from Jisung to pop up. After a deep breath to push down the previous discomfort within you, you put on a small smile and answered the call. The sight of Jisung’s face lighting up instantly when you appeared on his screen made your smile become more real, the photo of Renjun and that girl being pushed aside for the time being.

“Hii y/n!!” Jisungs voice was lively and excited. The setting sun shone a warm glow on him and the hotel wall. He waved to you, and you waved back.

“Hey Sunggie, how are you doing?” You asked. He didn’t hesitate to respond.

“I’m good, the guys and I miss you tons though! How are you?” Your chest tightened when he returned the question. It always broke your facade at times like this.

“I’m- I’m uh… yeah, I’m good.” Your feeble attempt at seeming okay was unconvincing as hot tears rolled down your cheeks with each blink. The uncomfortable feeling in your chest returned and your breathing quickened. Though your vision was blurred, you noticed Jisung’s expression fall into one of shock and panic.

“Wha- what’s wrong? Are you okay? Why are you crying?” He stuttered, reaching towards the camera as if trying to reach directly to you. You wiped your cheeks frantically with your sleeves and sniffled, a pathetic laugh falling from your lips.

“Yeah, I’m fine! Nothing is wrong, Ji, don’t worry-” Jisung cut you off gently. Tears continued to fall from your eyes involuntarily.

“Y/n… please don’t lie to me… you’re clearly not fine…” Your chest tightened more at the sadness in his voice. He didn’t like seeing you upset, it made him sad seeing his friend in distress. You tried to dry your tears again, but it was no use. With a quiet sigh of frustration, you ran your hand through your hair. There was no use in trying to lie again, your feelings were impossible to hide at this point.

“I- ugh. Yeah, you’re right. I’m not really okay- I’m sorry.” You looked down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers. Jisung furrowed his eyebrows at your apology.

“No!! Don’t be sorry!” He exclaimed. You glanced up at him and slouched further into yourself. Silence filled both of your rooms. You didn’t know what to say. You were embarrassed; your fear of being abandoned was consuming every bit of you with each passing second the longer you stayed in your head. Abandonment issues weren’t something you’ve ever talked about with any of your friends, there was never a reason to. Not until you saw that photo of Renjun.

The silence stayed for what felt like an eternity of being stuck in your own thoughts on a loop. No matter how many times you tried to tell yourself that Renjun would never just drop you out of the blue, the anxiety just pushed back. Part of you says “he wouldn’t.” but the other part of you fights back with “but he could.” It was a never ending loop; spiraling into yourself with no end in sight. Jisung snapped you out of your thoughts with a question that caused your cheeks to burn with anxiety.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You chewed on your bottom lip and tried to sort your thoughts before speaking. Tears began forming in the corners of your eyes again and they fell down your still damp cheeks when you blinked.

“It’s- ahh. It’s just- that photo of Renjun and that girl. It’s like, stupid but I think it was just anxiety saying like ‘oh Renjun found someone new he doesn’t love me anymore’ kind of-” The string of words fell from you lips quickly and in a mess, your insecurities growing and getting the best of you. Your voice cracked and you sniffled before taking a shaky breath and rubbing your eyes, giving Jisung the opportunity to speak. He was hesitant at first, his voice wavering slightly; he wasn’t exactly sure what to do.

“Hey- um- breathe for a second. Can you, uhm, can you show me the photo?” You nodded and picked up your phone to open Instagram. A feeling of dread grew in your chest and stomach as your finger hovered over Renjun’s story. With a deep sigh, you opened the story, the photo popping up on your screen. You stared at Renjun’s smile for a second before tapping on the small paper airplane icon and sending it to Jisung. You waited quietly as Jisung opened Instagram to see the image. You laid on your back and positioned your phone next to you so the boy could still see you when he returned to the call.

While you were swimming in your own variety of conclusions, Jisung stared at the photo you had just sent, unsure of his next words. He ran his hands over his face and through his hair, knowing that he could potentially make you feel even worse in one way or another.

“Y/n- oh my goodness. Okay- that’s not- that’s like Renjun’s second cousin. We just met her today!” You stared at your ceiling as Jisung returned to the video call.

“I… are you serious? Oh my gosh.” You groaned, tears beginning to fall faster again. Jisung frowned and furrowed his eyebrows, still hating to see you so upset.

“Yeah! Please don’t cry.” Jisung tried to comfort you as best as he could through a tiny screen. You sniffled and whipped the tears from your face, only for more to fall. He sighed softly, feeling slightly helpless.

“Look, even if that wasn’t his relative, I can assure you that all of us love you and we would never just up and leave you for anyone else. Renjun especially. y/n he…” He paused for a second, trying to pick his words cautiously to avoid exposing any secrets that weren’t his.

“You’re his best friend. He, of all people, would never, ever do that to you.” Your tears began to slow as you listened to Jisung, taking in everything he said. The external rationalization was reassuring, but the ache from the idea of losing Renjun continued to loom deep in your chest.

“I know that your anxiety clouds your judgement sometimes but if I can do anything to help at any time, please let me know.” He paused for a second, quickly realizing that you were keeping quiet.

“But if you can’t talk to me for whatever reason, try to remember what I just said.” You sighed softly. Jisung was really trying, and even though your thoughts continued to run wild, you were grateful for his efforts.

“Thank you, Ji. I really appreciate it. I’m sorry for all that; it was just a huge scare about my best friend leaving me over what turned out to be nothing.” You rolled your eyes at yourself. You jumped to conclusions and got upset over a misunderstanding; you felt foolish. Jisung perked up and was quick to validate your feelings.

“Oh! No, please don’t feel like you need to say sorry for feeling.” He frowned at you and played with his fingers. You pursed your lips and looked down at your lap. Silence lingered for a couple seconds before Jisung spoke up again.

“Um, okay. I’m sorry of this is a dumb question, but like- are you sure that was the only reason for your reaction..?” The question made you tilt your head and bring your eyebrows together in slight confusion.

“Uh? Yes? What do you mean?” Jisung turned away and scratched the back of his neck.

“Ah like, I dunno. The use of best friend- I mean like, are you sure you aren’t like, jealous?” Jisung turned his head down slightly, looking up at you with a careful gaze, nibbling the inside of his lip. Your eyes widened and you blinked a few times. Your lips parted to speak and you raised your eyebrows, but the words got caught in your throat. Why is this so hard to answer? You furrowed your brows for a second, regaining your composure enough to form some sort of coherent sentence.

“Oh- well I mean I guess maybe?? But no. What?? He’s my best friend and he’ll always be my best friend.” You tripped over your words as they came out in a mess. Your heart sped up and your cheeks warmed slightly. What is happening?? Jisung furrowed his eyebrows and tugged at his fingers as words began falling from his lips.

“Right- I’m sorry-” He started to panic, but you cut him off softly before he could ramble an apology.

“It’s fine Jisung, don’t worry about it.” You sent him a small, half smile. He chewed on his bottom lip and averted his gaze. Without letting the guilt-filled silence linger, you sighed and clapped your hands together.

“Enough about this stuff. Tell me more about the trip, what have you been up to?” You smiled softly. Jisung looked at you hesitantly and you nodded; an attempt at reassuring him. He took a second and raised his eyebrows before breaking into a smile.

“Well, the day after we arrived we just sort of slept in, but in the afternoon we went into the city...” You smiled as enthusiasm filled his eyes again, but his voice became mere background noise as you got lost in your thoughts once more. Jisung’s previous question coming back and lingering in your mind; “are you sure that was the only reason for your reaction?”

Renjun is my best friend. I don’t want anything more.

You did your best to shake it from consuming you, wanting to focus on Jisung instead. But the tiniest voice in the back of your mind repeated in a loop, Renjun is my best friend. I don’t want anything more. Right?

Taglist: @lolibaaae @currentlyraisinghell

a/n: let me know if you want to be part of a tag list ^-^

disclaimer: updates will be stagnant. thank you for understanding :)

[socialistsooner420]

lately i been seeing a lot of misinformation goin around regarding opositions to marijuana legislation as well as misconceptions of cancer that are just boiling my blood.

i think as both a cancer patient and as a marijuana consumer the most irritating arguments against weed are "THEY DONT REALLY CURE CANCER YA KNOW???"

yeah, i do know. if that were the case i wouldn't have cancer in the first place. but do you know what marijuana DOES do for us cancer patients? heres a little bit of perspective of what we have to struggle with

having cancer is not just "you have [x amount of time] left to live". thats only in the movies, its never as cut and dry as that. the sad truth is there's a LOT of uncertainty in the entire process, from discovering somethings wrong/finding the tumor, having the courage to go to the doctor and explain everything to them, having to endure many invasive, PAINFUL tests, waiting for the results (took 2 weeks to get mine back), then you have to figure out how tell your loved ones. Ya know what helped ease my panic during all that overwhelming shit? marijuana

fun fact: a lotta people leave when ya tell em ya got cancer! its an extremely depressing reality we have to face. a lot of people compare drug additcs to cancer patients, the joke usually being "you can yell at a person who got addicted to drugs, they chose that! but you cant make fun of a cancer patient, because they didnt!" well, unfortunately, people can and do "make fun" (more like bullying....) of us. people DO scream at us. for example: when i told my mom my diagnosis, she screamed at me, as if i chose to have cancer. she asked me "how could i do this to HER?". So not only is cancer a grueling painful process, its also stressful, confusing, heartbreaking, uncertain, overwhelming, and fucking DEPRESSING. Marijuana helps me get my mind off of all that. Instead of the constant thoughts such as "when will this cancer finally kill me so i can stop being such a huge burden on my family?" i can give my mind a rest and think happy thoughts instead.

a lot of cancers cause supressed appetites. thats why a lot of us are extremely underweight and gaunty. marijuana helps us regain our appetites and not have to starve and waste away! it also helps keep us at a consistent weight, another really dangerous problem for us.

In addition to having difficulty putting food down, its also hard for us to keep our food down. our supressed appetites come with the extra pain of extreme nausea and vomiting, which oh hey! personal experience i had today; i violently threw up 8 times in a row after only eating a bag of chips (supressed appetites make it VERY hard to eat actual meals), and i thought i was going to drown in my own vomit because i couldn't stop and breathe. i didnt smoke first 🤔 but i drank plenty o water and smoked some marijuana afterwards, and wouldnt ya know, no more nausea, and i was able to keep my next snack down.

cancerous tumors often become inflamed, randomly and for indefinite amounts of time. i cannot even begin to explain the unbearable pain it causes. it feels like there's a giant ball of itchy fire inside your body. Marijuana helps the inflammation go down and relaxes the body.

in addition to inflammations, tumors are just naturally painful. its a mass growing exponentially inside your body, compressing your internal organs, LITERALLY STRETCHING YOUR SKIN, and literally an extra weight to carry around. You know what can safely help take that pain away, without all the shitty side effects for pain medications such as oxys/percs (which is what they had me on before Oklahoma passed Medical Marijuana legislation)? Marijuana. Marijuana helped the pain better than oxy or percs, and Marijuana certainly didnt force me to become bedridden and sleep 20 hrs a day like oxys/percs did

Speaking of sleep, trying to sleep with cancer is also difficult. the pressure of anything even remotely close to your tumor area. I had a massive tumor in my breast that was almost 5 POUNDS, and even my shirt touching it hurt. imagine sleeping with a bowling ball extremely poorly ducktaped tightly to your chest. Thats what I had to do. you know what helped me sleep though?

you guessed it!

Medical Marijuana

there's so many more benefits that it has for different cancer types, as well as other ailments, but i wont go further because that would take forever to list. my point here though is that no medical marijuana advocate is saying its the end all cure all, just that there are many people that it could help who we're denying in favor of big pharmas opiod crisis.

its just plain ignorant and legitimately harmful to the people marijuana could benefit to deny that it helps sick people, especially cancer patients.

im so sick of hearing shit like "well pot ruined my sons life, now he's unemployed and plays video games all day" like bitch do you think i fucking care??

marijuana literally SAVED and continue to save my god damn life every day. its not pots fault you raised a shitty son with no rules or boundaries, i also know plenty of recreational smokers who hold down jobs and are well off, so its not weeds fault yr sons a loser.

im just glad oklahoma has pretty much the most liberal weed laws in the US. sq788 passed right after my surgery and i was so happy that finally i could legally and SAFELY get the medication that i had to do illegally for so long.

im ending my rant with this screencap of my favorite arch of archer when he had breast cancer which obviously hit close to home with me.

me too, archer, me too.

[queenofeden]

okay so look, i wasn’t going to make a post about this because i genuinely didn’t think it was anything worth making a post about “publicly” but apparently some people disagree and i’m petty enough about this to not want there to be any confusion on where i stand.

i really enjoyed the new prologue update, and the changes made to the routes (minor ones, and i’ve only play tested nadia and julian so far to see them but they are there) to reflect them. i really enjoyed the last update they made to it as well. i always enjoyed the prologue, clearly it’s what got me into the game in the first place. i found it engaging and fun to play and i enjoyed the characters immediately off the bat. 

however that prologue was written a long time ago. 2016 if i remember correctly, and a lot about the game has changed since then. the prologue, even up to yesterday, was still full of what i would consider hanging plot threads and characterizations that simply no longer reflected or suited the game that we have today. a game which i love very much and still actively enjoy the direction of.

i really want to thank @raquellle-arcana for their post on the matter (linked here) because it was the first one i saw that reflected my same excitement amidst and field of far more negative feedback, but especially for this quote, 

“I love that they went back & changed it, like that to me, shows how much they still care, & that the creators genuinely want to improve & nurture their game”

this is what it comes down to for me. as a creative and a creator, i think it’s really important to be able to look at work u have made, work you’ve been proud of, and still acknowledge that it can be improved. this is not a published novel that lives in perpetuity, this is an interactive narrative game. as the narrative progresses and matures and expands, things that used to be priority no longer are and that is okay. looking back on where the characters and the story were based on the information given in the art book vs where they are now is fascinating to me, and i love seeing how the game has evolved and grown. i agree wholeheartedly that it does show a genuine love and care for the game on their part.

it shows that they want and continue to want the game to be relevant and enjoyable, that they want the “new” routes to have more substantial representation, that they wanted to integrate the new plot lines into the prologue in a way that made them make more sense as potential outcomes as opposed to “well they just had to make them different from the original 3″. i don’t know a single writer or artist or any creator that doesn’t look at their old works and wish that they could change things or, if they had known then what they know now, go back and adjust for it. the devs have the opportunity to do that, and i’m glad that they continue to take those opportunities to make their game, a living document if u will, the best version of itself that it can be.

(cut for length bc i continued to ramble and also potential spoilers for the new content)

i love that asra and mc’s relationship is well established now, i love that so much of the story and lore feels organically given and much more show and not tell. i love that asra’s characterization feels more consistent with how he is in his and other routes instead of the hinted but never actualized “ominous, dark, and vaguely spooky” angle (which don’t get me wrong, is a really valid and interesting version of asra that i do love to play with but tonally it just didn’t work with where he’s ended up now). 

i love that julian is no longer so bent on a revenge angle that is never concluded in his route bc it was no longer relevant. i love that his background and involvement is more well integrated. even so far as his acknowledgement of malak, not as his magical familiar obviously, but just in that he’s clearly important to julian specifically. the wanted posters were one of the things i loved best about the first prologue update, just that little bit of information felt like the sun parting the clouds so far as world building and i’m glad that kind of thing was expanded upon even further with him.

i love that nadia’s motivations are much clearer, and that her characterization is much more in line with her morals given in the text. truly, i felt that she read as so much more competent in this newest version, something i never doubted about her, but really seeing it so early made a huge difference to me. i’ve always been a nadia main and i have loved her from the moment i set eyes on her, but i i’m well aware that many people do not feel that way and never get to her route where many of the criticisms no longer hold water. i’m hoping that this is no longer the case. it makes me happy to see her relationship with lucio cleared up, that thirst to prove herself is made very apparent, but at the same time so is her genuine compassion and kindness. the explicit statement that the masquerade is no longer a celebration hinging specifically on the murder of julian makes SUCH a big difference. nadia states over and over in her route that that is not the kind of ruler she wants to be so it’s lovely to see that reflected. she is a woman searching for the truth, no matter what it is, something that the high priestess would be proud of i think. 

i could go through and itemize everything that i loved about what they’ve done, but we would be here for 12 hours and nobody wants to read a post that long, i know. to mobile users, i’m already sorry lmao.

but listen, much as i am excited about the new stuff and the updated stuff, i do understand being disappointed at things that have been taken out. i do, i really do. i also loved feeling julian up, but on the whole i also acknowledge that scene as deeply fanservice-y. that’s not a problem by any means, but it’s also something that i think shows the devs and their growth as writers to potentially be able to look back on that and say, “this was fun and we liked it but it doesn’t actually serve the story in an appropriate way anymore”. that takes a lot of maturity, and i think that maturity is reflected by the state of the prologue now. it feels much less at times like a “silly, horny otome game” and more like a proper visual novel with a lot of meat to it. and there’s still plenty of room for the fun horny stuff. it’s littered throughout the routes and not at all absent in the prologue, just, i think, integrated in a far more natural, gracious way.

i felt, on the whole, at least so far as my MC’s personal characterization, that in the old prologue i was much more wont to pick paid scenes bc i had bought them and i wanted to see them over whether they actually made sense narratively in my version of the story, or whether my apprentice would actually do them. i didn’t feel that conflict anymore, anything i wanted to do, i felt i was able to do and with a level of choice i was comfortable with. not only did the canon characters feel more “in character” now, but i would argue that MC feels more like a real character far more quickly than they used to.

i’m sorry to the people who feel disappointed by the new updates, or that in some way the game has been “ruined” for u. your opinions are yours, and your decisions with what to do next are your prerogative. media consumption and how someone interacts with it is a deeply personal thing. i only wanted to speak my mind and make this post if only because these attitudes were all i was seeing, and i was suddenly inundated by the negative reaction and it was upsetting to me. it made me angry. i’m still a little angry, and i could certainly cite and quote a bunch of the nonsense i’ve seen spouted off in just the last few hours alone but honestly, i’m too tired for it and i’m liable to get catty and petty.

what it comes down to is this, the new update made me excited about the game again, it made me want to replay everything with fresh eyes, it made me want to dig my fingers into the lore again, it made me want to talk and play and enjoy canon for what it is after being very much more consumed with aus lately. i want to openly thank NH and @thearcanagame for continuing to make a game that is fun to play, a story that is engaging and keeps me on my toes, and for sharing something that they’re clearly proud of and want to continue to be proud of. that level of responsibility and dedication to their work is inspiring to me as a creator and as a fan, and it makes me proud to be even a tangential part of the whole of it. i hope that over the months and years, the game continues to update and improve and build upon itself, even if for whatever reason i’m no longer around to see it.

[10boys]

MLQC : Oral (receving)

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Victor:

- Victor loves to get his wee wee sucked !

-But the glory in the action is more so getting to watch you sloppily lick and suck at his tip, face beated red and flushed from your view vice versa

-His #1 material for getting of is your visuals and how you react to him, so having a front row seat to the view of you, exposed and desperate for him makes his ego go insane

-I mean??? On your knees infront of the CEO as hes leasurly laid back in his chair throne,He lays shirtless for you to watch as his chest raises and falls , his fist gripped on your hair to keep your mouth in the spots that please him best. He’ll look down at you with knitted brows, his eyes fluttering with each new wave he recieves

-His long cock will stand straight up, shamelessly and proud. The slightly red tip will stand out aginst his black trousers, unbottoned and slid down just enough to free himself for you (yes i know we all wanna suck on them smooth thighs but he likes his Tough Boy™️ image when hes in his usual dominant mood) the sight of it alone causes a heat to form, clenching your thighs and jaw as to not drool over the image infront of you

-He keeps his jaw locked to contain his moans, but most of the time low breathy groans steadily escape his lips, especially when you keep eye contact , puppy dog eyes looking into his as he watches your body squirm below him for touch wowowie when this man does it he does it

-He is not of fan of starting off with himself though, his oral pleasure usually comes after tedious teasing sessions all focused on you, like said before, he loves knowing what he CAN and WILL do to you, and you probably suck 10x better after anyway. Seeing the desire in your face sends him over on its own and we wont even begin to talk about your whimpers around him

-Our Victor is definitely being treated aswell, before the buttons came undone you were sucking at his neck, hands running through his hair (his favorite), nipping at his ears. You whisper to him about how much you’ve thought of him and how he makes you feel , soon bringing his tent to life. Your tongue trials down over eatch nipple giving them both the appropriate amount of attention as your hands explore all he has to offer. Never in a billion years will he tell you how much he loves being adored and fawned over by you

-Victor is definitely a fucking kinda guy and prefers to finish himself inside of you (protected or not ya know whatever you’re into) , so when you go down he likes to just simply watch your tongue make its way around him. Kiss him up and down, suck at his balls, rub his head against your tongue, its all a show for him and it’s absolutely priceless. Play with his precum and tell him how good he taste and that is the end. Hes now trying to see how far he can fit in :)

-When he’s ready to cum tho his face will be a bit more expressive, his usual tightened face will soften as his mouth opens slightly. His low grunts will become faster and more throaty. His tight grip on your hair traves more so to the back and sides of your head, keeping it in place allowing him to utilizes his hips to softly thrust himself into your face. Although Victor loves to ruin you he’s still very gentle, he sees you as something precious to him, and like glass if he’s too rough he’ll break it. His cum tho? Anywhere really, depends on the mood. Mouth, face, chest,.. but you have noticed that his wave hits a little harder when you look into his eyes mouth wide open ready to taste whatever he has for you it may not taste good but who cares its victor

Lucien:

-Going down on lucien is not only delectable and delicious, its an experience very close to god

-Lucien, a lot like Victor, loves seeing you squirm for him. Out of all the boys Lucien is the most sensual when it comes to your guys’ more intament moments, and, as we all know, he LOVES to fucking tease

-First lets get his image ready, 2k19 birthday card Lucien, white robe loosly tide around his petite waste making his chest appear much larger, as though it’s about to burst. You leasurly lay beside him as he uses one hand to lightly play with your ear, his soft delicate fingertips leave mint-like shivers down your spine as his hand travels down your ear to your neck to pull you closer to him.

-His gaze compaires to the hot sun as heats your skin, a smile spread on his face as he watches you blush and twitch for him. His exposed body so close to your own has a million fantasys running wild, and he knows it. He loves it. The only thing breaking you from your thoughts is the new found wet warmth that quickly ran across your lips.

-And with that, a tongueing session has began. Your hands lovingly interlock as your tongues slowly run agaisnt each other. Lucien loves his view and his control, he’ll hold your chin still as he demands you to “ Be a good girl and stick it out for me”. As your mouth hangs open for him to use as he pleases, he looks down admiring the very spot that will soon have him shooting loadssss lmao srry

-His lavender eyes lock on yours as he exposes his own tongue, giving you a view as you watch it slowly decend onto yours. The tip touches your own as he dances and plays against you. You whimper immediately upon contact, much to his liking. This man loves the intimacy of your mouth, and he will use it as he pleases. He’ll suck, give long licks, exchange spit, put his thumb in your mouth wow why is he not in my mouth :(

-By the time he’s done having his fun,his buldge is shamelessly parading from under his robe (possibly even accompanied by sticky pre-cum if he was truly enjoying himself). Due to all the restless moving and groping his thighs have made themselves known, peeking from under his robe. The sight intices you, and who would our Professor be if he didn’t immediately notice what has your attention? He graps your hand to lay agaisnt his chest, the soft supple flesh glides under your fingertips with ease, encouraging you to wonder. As your hand traces down further and futher , our gentleman unties and exposes himself at your same pace, all with that same Lucien glare. The view of your man layed back, robe undone and ready just for you was enough to make your jaw drop. As you venture lower your fingers begin to feel soft fine hairs, signaling you that treasure is near.

-That was the end for him and you, as you were now bent over for a better position to please him with. Your face was presses to his V-line, licking along his natural curves and dips. Your ass hung loosely in the air competeing for his attention. His brows raise slightly upon first contact, his usual luke-warm temperature now consumed in nothing but a blaze of heat. His white robe still lays over his most intimate area, creating a most delectable view for you as it enhances your imagination of what’s underneath. And boy if he wasnt juicin then hes jucin now.

-the thin material of his white robe sticks with ease to his wetness, allowing undertones of his pink tip to show itself. Lucien lays there, face flushed. He shoots you his sexy smirk as reassurance to continue playing at your discretion. Lucien likes to swallow most of his noises (until he gets heated enough to cloud his head). He’ll shamelessly spit praise and questions at you though,it’s something that gets him incredibly off omg imagine phone sex, “You like that ?” “That feels good huh?” “Touch whatever you’d like angel, im yours” “your mouth..you use it so well”

-You allow your thumb to run across his tip earning a sharp inhale, the friction from the fabric mixed with your gentle hands creating a delectable wave for him. As you move your hand back you watch as he twiches under his robe, one ball falling into view. Your hand caresses his sack in view, and you swear you’ve never came untouched but today might be the day. Its warm and soft as it takes up your much smaller hand. Lucien seems to be enjoying it too, as his gaze that’s usually on you is now fixed on your ass to further get him off. His brows tightly knot and as he bites his lip concealing his low grunts and groans. His balls tighten in your hand causing you to lick your lips in anticipation. You slowly peel away the damp cloth, a small string of cum streching out as the robe is disgarded. And there he lay. In all his glory , he spreads his legs wider as he twiches again, silently desperate for your mouth. Lucien is a very patient partner, although he has his rough moments and definitely rougher desires he’ll maintain his composure for your likening.

-You position yourself over his leg, allowing you to grind and relieve even a little bit of what feels like the screaming heat in your core. You bend down to first lick and suck on his balls earning a breathy inhale from him. The long-lasting teasing definitely paid off as you watch his hips immediately begin to slightly buckle and thrust into your warm mouth. He extends one arm to begin caressing your face, but the gentle act quickly turns as it begins traveling down, first dipping your shirt, exposing your hung chest to him.He’ll fondle them in sedating awe before leaving them to wonder your ass. You might even feel fingertips brush against your most inner lips, his ego enlarging after feeling your byproduct of him.

-Once he’s finally in your mouth you both moan in unison, the satisfaction of his taste is hypnotizing as you subconsciously bob your head onto him. It didnt take long for his pre-cum and your spit to create the perfect sensation for the man who truly deserves it. The usual shit-talker lucien is silent, eyes squeezed shut as his mouth loosly hangs open you swear you seen drool. His heart eyes are hooded as he opens them to gaze down at you. Large cock absolutely covered in liquids, the spits traveled down leaving web-like strings across your chin and chest. Lucien is very large, so you use your hands to work what can’t fit (unless you’re a BIG BITCH who can just throat that shit, go for it luvs, it aint me tho)

-A thin layer lf sweat lightly coats his dark bangs draped over even darker eyes. His realease is approaching. His orgasms are usually very forceful, he likes to pent himself uo for his moments with you. As he comes nearer his chest rises and falls to drum of his quickened breathing, one hand gliding across his chest to stimulate his nipples. His head is leaned back exposing his pale neck sheen in his sweat. His long body spread about the bed becomes restless, hips bucking and thrusting as higher pitched moans begin to escape his mouth. You feel him twich in your mouth and ready yourself to take it. His hands grip your hair as his body caves into itself, he twiches and bucks until you taste a familiar taste in your mouth. His body stiffens until the spurts are no more. He immediately relaxes his muscles with heavy breathes.

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Ahh this was a bit longer than I anticipated! Its also my first headcanon so pls take it easy on me as i find my fit, I wrote victors at night and luciens at work...i think the deference in detail is obvious lol but then again lucien is my second fav so i got carried away!! Theres alot of (uneeded) forplay in his even tho it was supposed to just be oral... i dont think anyone’s complaining tho haha. I want these to come out very steadily so i will be making Gavins and Kiros in another post VERY SOON ! Since im new my inbox is open to request! Ty - myk

See Gavin , Kiro

[go-hux-yourself]

Holdout

Request fill for @thethespacecoyote​: Hux trying and failing to keep his pregnancy secret from SL kylo because he thinks he wont want it but when kylo does find out, he's SOFT. YES this is right up my alley let’s do it!

Also on my ao3 here :) My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here.

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He’d thought he could hide it.

A tall order when dealing with a mind-reader, but Hux was certain Kylo would have neither the inclination nor the interest in the rearing of children, so the alpha was left in the dark about the pregnancy.

It would be a while more before the omega’s lithe stature gave away his secret. A while more for Hux to figure out how to hide it from a Supreme Leader that sometimes shared his bed, but had no greater urge in life than that which to hunt down every last faction the Resistance still had left.

Kylo had let it consume him, as if there were something he needed to prove, and his sole focus had kept him from Hux’s bed for weeks now. The First Order had been keeping very busy indeed; little time for attention on personal matters.

Hux hadn’t even noticed his heat was two week’s past, so embroiled in the detailed movements of the Supreme Leader and their various military incursions was he. Intelligence was coming in from various posts in the galaxy, and Kylo left Hux to delegate as he personally searched after leads. It was an exhausting amount of work, and one that prioritized sleep well over any ideas so strenuous as sex.

One exhausted moment of introspection about how he was sure to stress himself right into heat he was so tired, and Hux realized with dread that he was actually overdue for his own.

One panicked visit with a medical droid whose memory he wiped immediately after, and Hux was blankly faced with the fact that he was just over two months pregnant with the Supreme Leader’s pup.

It was far from an ideal situation.

Unbonded. The solidity of his relationship with Ren tumultuous at most. They got along best between the sheets, though professionally they still butted heads a great deal.

It was clear that his priorities and that of the new Supreme Leader went in opposite directions towards the same goal of conquest. They both wanted the old galactic systems of rule to die. Peace from war. Order. Crime punished, and people efficiently managed into a working system of governance.

Ren thought the destruction of the order of the Jedi would secure that end, and meanwhile Hux sent battalions of stormtroopers after Resistance hideouts to strike hard and fast with confirmed intelligence. But Ren was clear that he wanted every lead chased, every whisper checked out, and it spread their resources far too thin, their net cast just a bit wider than Hux would say was effective. Much of the crew had pulled extended shifts in order to deal with the heavier workload and sifting through gathered intel, and Hux was no exception.

His own duties as General kept him far too busy to add an infant to the mix. The idea of sending his own progeny away from him into the First Order nurseries, and subsequently into his Stormtrooper program, would never be an option. He’d never much entertained the idea of having children but already he was fiercely possessive about the pup inside him. His father might not have wanted him, but he desperately wanted his own.

Hux liked kids. They were moldable, adaptable, and the idea of being the father he never had-- to love, to cuddle, to teach his own child to carve out their destiny- plucked at some sore spot inside of him that would do anything to keep it.

When weighing the possible outcomes of telling Kylo, his mind easily imagined the worst scenarios, hard-based on their once-violent professional relationship. Even in the better-case scenarios, he couldn’t imagine a Kylo that would choose fatherhood over being Supreme Leader; to prioritize time for a pup over waging war. And with his hang-ups over family-- ignoring Hux’s own for the moment- his concerns weren’t just over Kylo’s indifference; he was worried the alpha would actively not want it.

Even now with their sometimes-heated arguments, he wasn’t necessarily afraid of the other man. Kylo had promised to never use the force against him in such a manner again, and while Hux did believe him, the cynical, protective part of himself still decided it wasn’t worth risking the not-yet-visible bump on his middle.

He could take being thrown about by the Force-- the terror didn’t do him any physical harm like the hard edges of console once had- but if Ren were to be particularly upset upon Hux’s insistence on keeping it-- in wanting some say in choosing just who would be siring any heirs to his reign- it wouldn’t take much to make the omega miscarry.

So Hux kept quiet, abandoning any ideas of letting the alpha know, and trying to formulate some plan to keep it from the other man’s notice before and after it was born. He had a lot to prepare, and many plans to make.

He didn’t mention it when Ren returned from some trek through an icy moon, warming himself around Hux for the first time in weeks with kisses and touches he’d sorely missed. And when Ren left on some mission again without even bothering to inform him, he felt vindicated in his choice to not inform the alpha in fair play.

Hux began his plan of discouraging their trysts when his belly began to show obvious signs of the pup there, pleading exhaustion to their workload that he followed up with a jab about how surely their Supreme Leader couldn’t spare the time to fuck him when he didn’t even have enough time to inform the fleet when and where he took off to at a whim. It only helped matters that, in terms of security, Hux’s jab was in-line with current Order protocol for high-ranking officers. As Supreme Leader, that made him the rule, rather than the exception.

It played well right into Kylo’s own petty sense of spite, and he’d declared that two could play at this game; if the man thought he could dictate when they’d fuck, then Kylo could wait until Hux became so frustated for his knot that he’d be begging his way back into the alpha’s bed.

That had been about three months prior, and the past three weeks Hux had been growing considerably concerned that his greatcoat could no longer hide the prominent bulge of his pup beneath his modified uniform. Holo-calls instead of in-person meetings, and general avoidance of one-another was the only thing standing between Hux and Kylo finding out his secret. But he knew that the further along the pup got, the more difficult his plan would be.

Thankfully, one could always count on Kylo being far more petty than he. The alpha avoided direct-contact with him (even if he made allusions to innuendo in order to frustrate Hux on their private calls), but by some mercy of the galaxy, Hux’s secret was still unknown by the Supreme Leader.

He knew his scent must be unmistakable now, and he was fairly certain that the inquisitive little looks he saw Mitaka give him were informed of the fact that their commander was pregnant. It was a credit to his crew that they largely pretended otherwise. Hux did the same, continuing in his duties no matter how his feet hurt or his back ached, trying in vain to keep to his usual routine and workload when his body was busy growing a little person.

If Hux’s crew didn’t know he was pregnant before, then when he’d collapsed from exhaustion on the bridge, they certainly did after.

Waking up on his back minutes later with Mitaka and petty officer Thanisson leaned over him was as disorienting as it was embarrassing, and Hux tried to right himself before the worried voice of his lieutenant gave him pause.

“Sir! General, please, we’ve called for a hover-stretcher--” Mitaka’s concerned voice informed, the other omega’s hands palm-up as if to deter him from getting to his feet. It was clear he wanted to touch Hux to keep him down, but also wouldn’t dare to do so without permission.

Thanisson got to his feet, informing those alerted that Hux had regained consciousness. Mitaka kept his place at Hux’s side.

“Hover-stretcher?” Hux repeated, cheeks growing a bit red as it sank in that not for the first time in his career, he was laid out flat on the bridge of his own star ship. His eyes darted around, passing over Thanisson’s face as the beta was speaking to presumed medical officers on comm. Mitaka’s gaze settled on Hux’s belly more than once, and Hux realized the telling-bump in his uniform was clearly visible in the way his greatcoat had fallen open on his figure. The stretch of modified, regulation pregnancy-attire over his belly was informing of its own, but splayed out on the flat of his back, it became wildly apparent that he wasn’t just pregnant, but heavily pregnant. Hux could curse Ren’s imposingly large stature later for what was surely going to be a pup that would take after its sire’s height, but for now, he focused on keeping his breathing even and deep even as his heart rate sped up. This wasn’t knowledge he could easily take back.

It was telling in the way that the other officers on-deck kept their attentions on their stations and not on the general lying prone on the floor. His secret was thoroughly exposed, even if the crew willfully ignored the spectacle as Mitaka personally fussed. He didn’t know if the crew were doing it for his benefit or his dignity, but the shock of their general effectively passing-out on-duty would have been cause for the exact opposite of focus on their jobs. That they weren’t gawking told him plenty.

The thought made Hux flush deeper.

“You collapsed, sir,” Mitaka informed in a gentle, respectful tone. “Until the medical team gets here...” his eyes darted to Hux’s belly in concerned meaning as he trailed off, still not touching the other man but gesturing for him to remain where he was.

Hux realized with gratitude that Mitaka was trying even now to be discreet, but as it was abundantly clear that the entire bridge now knew that someone had bred their general, not mentioning his belly for what it was was a practice in well-meaning futility. “I’m fine, Lieutenant.”

“But sir, your--”

He wanted to snap at the other man for defying him, but it was clear in the way Mitaka’s eyes continued to bounce back to his belly that the other omega was just worried about his pup. Maybe it was hormones, or just stress, but Hux appreciated the concern deeply. He bitterly thought it was nice that someone else cared about the pup, let alone knew of its existence, and also thought that that person should be Kylo.

The alpha was still hell-bent on waging his one-man wars on minor Resistance outposts than sharing Hux’s bed, though.

He reminded himself he’d chosen this, and that he’d have to step up his plans perhaps a bit sooner.

“Nothing feels wrong,” Hux informed as he managed himself to his knees, eyes scanning defensively over the crew as he possessively touched over his belly with both hands. Thanisson politely looked away; Mitaka awaited instructions. “Help me to my feet, Lieutenant.”

Mitaka stood, uncertain about how or where to touch the general, but Hux just extended a gloved hand to the other man, more than capable of still hauling himself around, albeit a bit cumbered. He pulled himself to his feet with Mitaka’s forearm.

“...Sir?”

Hux felt nauseous, a little dizzy, but the adrenaline of that slight humiliation would be plenty to get him back to his quarters and between sheets that had lost Ren’s scent some time ago. He gave the other omega a look before gratefully removing his gloved hand from the man’s arm. “I shall retire to my quarters for the remainder of the shift. You may send a medical droid there. I leave the bridge to you.”

A look passed between Thanisson and Mitaka, but neither pressed the general on an escort. Their concern was palpable, but the last thing Hux wanted was an audience as he effectively retreated from the bridge. He wouldn’t faint twice if he had any say in the matter, and it was with that focus that his feet brought him without incident to his door, and he deposited himself in bed.

The medical unit that entered his quarters gave him a vitamin-drip and beeped out that he was anemic and overworked, but that his pup was okay. Nothing he frankly didn’t already know or suspect. He’d limited his own caf intake significantly since finding out about the pup, and he hadn’t used a stim in ages. The strain of working without stimulants had simply caught up with him.

It didn’t help that even with all his plans in motion, his hormones craved the alpha that had put him in this state; even as he was sure that Kylo wouldn’t be interested in it. Rather traipse across the galaxy in search of sith relics after snuffing out Resistance cells than spend his time chasing after Hux. Far too busy to indulge in a pregnant omega who was supposed to be his second-in-command with his first priority to the fleet.

He wrapped his arms over his belly reassuringly. He didn’t need Kylo. He didn’t want him. He could manage this all on his own. He could prove he could still keep the Order running as he always had, pregnant belly or no.

Hux considered wiping this incident-- and the record of the pregnancy- from his medical file once the droid was done with him, but considered it an act in futility. Too many eyes had seen what he’d been hiding, reinforcing what they must’ve suspected for months now. Whether it got around the ship or not could be deterred with the threat of reconditioning. Kylo never checked medical records anyway, and the pup would be here in a few short months besides.

He complied with the droid’s orders for rest, but his sleep was plagued with dreams of an uncertain future for his pup; a future both with and without Kylo in it.

Hux tossed in his sleep, waking from nightmares only to hunker down into the pillows defiantly. He placed a warm palm over his belly as if to soothe the pup from his own dreams.

It would be okay. It would all be okay.

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Second chapter will be found on the ao3 post for this fic :)

kofi | ao3

[nickgerlich]

New Habits Die Hard, Too

It’s hard for me to shake the memories of my late parents and grandparents. All lived through the Great Depression, although my parents were quite young at the time. Regardless, that one big significant event forever shaped their lives. God help us if we have to endure nearly a decade of such travail, but already some are saying that we have been changed forever, too.

All of my family tree acted like the Depression-era survivors they were. They were extremely frugal, nearly capable of extracting blood from turnips. They stocked up on things whenever they were on sale. They saved every little scrap of lumber and fabric, every jar, rubber band, paperclip, piece of string, you name it.

Because you never knew when you might need it.

They learned how to fully consume a product before throwing it away. They did not buy more than they needed. They did not purchase things to keep up with the Joneses or anyone else. They paid cash for everything, and saved up for every big-ticket item they needed, like autos, furniture, and home appliances.

Hardly sounds like life in the 21C, does it? But as the CEO of Tractor Supply says, the new habits we have picked up in just the last three months are now ingrained, and will be hard to break. He expects people to continue shopping online and utilizing curbside pickup for at least another 12-18 months, and that is if the pandemic subsides. If it goes on longer, the new habits will become even more reinforced, possibly lasting many more years.

And I think he is right, but not just at Tractor Supply. I see this happening across the board.

With unemployment still at more than 30 million, one never knows these days just how secure their jobs really are. This is not a good time to be taking on more debt, even though it is the American way and our economy is fueled by consumer purchases. Buying a new house sounds crazy unless you are absolutely certain you can make your monthly payments no matter what happens, and the same goes for a new vehicle. Low-interest financing is enticing to be sure, but if you are furloughed, it doesn’t matter what the interest rate is. The Repo Man might be paying you a visit.

As for retail shopping, I agree that the pandemic is what pushed online shopping over the tipping point. We were already headed there, but the pandemic made it urgent that we do as much of our shopping online as possible. Whether we use curbside pickup, home delivery, or UPS and the Post Office, it matters not. The more we can buy online, the less human contact we will have.

And when we do venture out to shop, we will most certainly stop running out to the store for just one thing, like we may have done a few months ago. We will be more likely to patronize places with many product categories under one roof, like Walmart and Target, because we can further limit our exposure. I know that I sure have. Whatever obscure grocery items I cannot find at my local Walmart, I just order it from Amazon.

Given the huge growth in cases in states like Texas, California, Florida, Georgia, Arizona, South Carolina, North Carolina, and a few others, this virus is far from over. Our President and many governors rushed to reopen, trying to salvage our economy. The Dow Jones was on a tear through last week, but lost ground the last few days, including a tumultuous fall on Thursday. Investors are once again getting skittish about COVID-19, because it is not only cases on the increase, but also hospitalizations. Forget about the second wave, we haven’t even finished the first one yet.

Meanwhile, ponder how your lives have already changed in such short order, and consider what you have learned, what you will carry forward. My hunch is that we will begin to look and act a lot more like my parents and grandparents than I ever imagined would happen.

Suddenly my Dad coming home with a case of sale-priced canned corn, like he was so wont to do, wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Dr “Save A Nickel“ Gerlich

Audio Blog

[pikapeppa]

(athenril-of-kirkwall) Fenris/Fem!Hawke, “Relic, Wild, Chest” [also aaaaaa my first prompt for you :D ]

Thanks for the prompt, my friend! I’m 25% asleep, so I hope this is up to my usual standards… >_@dadrunkwriting Friday. 

Contains NSFW smut. And Fenris being mean to Merrill. TT^TTRead here on AO3 instead.

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There once was a time when Fenris was treated as little more than a beast.

Danarius’s Little Wolf, they called him. He was paraded around the city at Danarius’s side, shown off shirtless during the magister’s blasted parties, ordered to attack and to kill and to rip his master’s enemies limb from limb. He was whipped and beaten and subjugated when he dared so much as curl his lip. When anyone deigned to speak to him, it was as though to an animal; their voices were condescending or fearful, exactly as though Fenris was a rabid wolf: wild but caged, and controlled through cruelty.

At night, when Danarius was asleep, Fenris stretched out on the cot in the tiny room where he slept and stared unseeingly at the ceiling. For hours on end, he focused on the rise and fall of his own ribs. He forced his mind to remain blank, to not revisit the routine ugliness of each passing day: the averted eyes of the other slaves, the covetous stares of the magisters, the unwelcome crawl of Danarius’s fingers on his skin.

But there were nights when he wasn’t able to block out the thoughts. On those nights, the particularly vile nights where oblivion did not seem too terrible an option, Fenris curled up on the cot in the tiny room where he slept. He shoved his pillow against his mouth, and he shoved his fingers through his hair, and he howled.

There was nothing else he could do. He was trapped and chained, a beast with no agency of his own and no choice but to follow the orders of the man who held those chains. So when the despair became almost too great to bear, Fenris released it the only way he could: as a roar of rage.

He gripped his hair until his scalp bloomed with agony. He bit his pillow until his jaw ached, and he screamed and screamed into the silence until he could taste iron in his throat.

That was many years ago. His life was nothing like that anymore. Fenris was no whipped and mindless beast; he was a man who walked on his own two feet with his head held high. He was nobody’s pet, and he was no one’s little wolf. He rarely felt the kind of mind-consuming rage that he used to feel when he’d first come to Kirkwall; he had freedom and friends, and these twofold boons had gone a long way toward softening his rougher edges.

Most importantly of all, Fenris had Hawke. She sauntered at his side with her cheeky smile, those brilliant copper eyes steady on his face as she cracked her jokes and clasped his hand. In Hawke’s irreverent voice and her unabashedly open heart, Fenris had found the kind of calm that he’d never quite managed to achieve on his own.

Unfortunately, habits were hard to break. Being treated as a beast for years on end wasn’t something that could be simply wiped away, and lashing out in a fit of unfettered rage had long been Fenris’s habit. Under the wrong circumstances, his residual rage was still wont to burst forth like maggots from a bloated corpse.

And spending time with Merrill was just the kind of wrong circumstance that brought out the worst of his temper.

“I just don’t understand why you won’t come to the alienage,” the little elf complained. “You only come when Hawke brings you. Don’t you want to get to know the other elves?”

He threw her a scathing look. “You are a hypocrite,” he said bluntly. “You’ve gotten to know them only because you were unable to fix your cursed relic. You have nothing else with which to occupy your time.” He folded his arms and glanced over at Varric. The dwarf was taking an awfully long time to peruse the armour seller’s wares; such errands were much quicker when Hawke was present. Probably because she chooses gifts based on gut instinct rather than logic, he thought idly.

Then he pursed his lips as Merrill’s voice penetrated his thoughts again. “You didn’t answer me,” she said. “Why don’t you like the alienage? Don’t you want to help our people?”

“So it’s ‘our’ people now, is it?” he sneered. “Your former clan made it very clear that I am not a ‘real elf’. And don’t act like you know the plight of the elves. Living among city elves is not the same as being one. You Dalish have privileges that the city elves do not, and still you complain and wave around your alleged heritage as though it’s all that matters.”

“But you’re not a city elf either,” Merrill argued. “Not like the ones in the-”

“No, I am not a normal city elf,” he snapped. “I was a slave. Do you wish to tell me I have greater privilege over them?”

He could hear the snap of rage roughening his words, a perfect reflection of the anger that was simmering in his chest. He pinned Merrill with a fierce glare, but the blasted little mage only pouted.

“Of course not,” she retorted, “not when you were a slave! But you’re free now. You have lots of privileges now. Why don’t you-”

He spun toward her. “Shut your mouth, witch,” he hissed. “You had every opportunity to help the alienage for years, but you sat in your hovel playing with your blood magic toys and whining about a long-forgotten past while people were being mugged right outside your door.”

Merrill opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Fenris took a threatening step toward her. “Do not speak to me of helping,” he snarled. “Do not speak to me of how I have privileges. In fact, do not speak to me at all, not unless you wish me to reach into your open mouth and drag out your heart.”

He waited for her lip to tremble, hoping against hope that she would run away as she usually did, but to his intense displeasure, she squared her shoulders and glared back at him.

“You don’t scare me, Fenris,” she said. “I know you won’t do anything to me.”

Fenris glared at her with a fresh surge of fury. She was far too bold, too confident in her own misbegotten magic. This is exactly what I warned Hawke about, he thought. He could practically see the undeserved power writhing behind Merrill’s eyes and begging to be set free.

“And what will you do?” he retorted. “Will you strike me down? Suck the life from my veins with that malevolent magic of yours?”

Her perky little face creased with anger, and Fenris’s own ire was only further goaded by her indignation. “Go on,” he hissed, “curse me. Cut your wrists. I dare you to try. Templars are roaming every street corner. Let them drag you off to the Circle. I, for one, would not mourn your loss.”

She scowled at him for a moment longer, then finally took a step back. “You’re lucky Hawke isn’t here,” she said. “She wouldn’t like hearing you be so mean.” She turned on her heel and stalked away.

“If you think I won’t tell her about this, you’re wrong,” he shouted after her. He glared at her retreating back for a moment, then folded his arms and turned around to face the market again.

Then he realized that the myriad occupants of Hightown’s market were staring at him. “Uncivilized knife-ears,” someone muttered.

Fenris speared the speaker with a withering sneer until she hurried away, then hunched his shoulders defensively and strode over to Varric’s side.

Varric shot him a casual little glance. “So I guess inviting both you and Daisy on this shopping trip wasn’t the best idea.”

“It stuns me that you thought it would be,” Fenris said acidly. He certainly hadn’t expected Merrill to be here when he’d accepted Varric’s invitation to find Donnic a nameday gift.

“Ah, you know me,” Varric said. “I’m a hopeful kind of guy.” He waved good-bye to the armour seller, then gazed thoughtfully up at Fenris for a moment before shrugging. “Anyway, let’s keep going. We’re running out of time. Lowtown bazaar?”

Fenris shook his head. “I can’t do this right now,” he muttered. “I am going back to Hawke’s.” The occupants of the market were still staring at him, their faces filled with fear and scorn and condescension, and the market was too exposed. Fenris felt too raw to cope with any more human contempt right now.

Varric raised an eyebrow. “You’re the one who knows Donnic the best. The party’s tonight. You really have to go right now?”

“Yes,” he snapped, then took a deep breath to calm his temper. The fight wasn’t Varric’s fault, after all.

In a calmer voice, he said, “Yes. I will join you shortly at the Hanged Man.”

“All right, fine,” Varric grumbled. “Don’t be too long. Hawke only gave me one job for this party.”

Fenris grunted his assent, then loped off toward Hawke’s mansion as swiftly as he could without drawing further undue attention.

As he made his way through Hightown’s bright and busy streets, he ruminated over the argument with Merrill. He hadn’t thought it was possible for her to be more infuriating than she already was, but her growing familiarity with the city elves seemed only to reinforce her insistence that the so-called old ways needed to be restored.

She’s a hypocrite, he thought angrily as he slid past a harried-looking Chantry brother and a group of gossiping noble girls. Accusing me of not helping, when she does not even truly understand their plight. Merrill was a fantasist, a naive and spoiled child stuck in half-forgotten dreams of the past. Hawke had told him how Merrill cleaned her blasted broken eluvian every night, the only fastidiously kept item in her messy little hovel. Letting her keep the evil thing would come back to bite them one day; Fenris was sure of it.

We should have made her break it, he thought. He was fuming by the time he let himself into the Amell mansion. “Hawke?” he called.

“Back here!” Her voice emanated from the study, and Fenris followed the sunny sound as she continued to talk. “Did you get the gift already? That was fast. I hope you got him a fancy shaving kit. Aveline might disagree, but I think Donnic’s sideburns are getting a tad out of hand.” She looked up from the sloppy pile of decorations on her desk and smiled as he entered the study, but her smile fell as soon her eyes landed on his face.

“Oh shit. What’s wrong?” she asked.

Merrill is a blood mage, that’s what’s wrong, he thought acerbically. He took a deep breath, ready to launch into the familiar argument for the umpteenth time.

“Do you think I have done nothing to help other elves?” he said instead.

Hawke’s eyebrows shot up, and Fenris closed his mouth, equally surprised at what he’d said.

She eyed him carefully. “Well, that was unexpected. What brought this on?” she asked.

He frowned. This wasn’t what he’d meant to talk about, but now that it was out there…

He leaned against Hawke’s desk and folded his arms as he began to explain. “Varric invited Merrill, as well,” he said. “She said I do nothing to help the city elves, simply because I don’t like visiting the alienage.”

Hawke brushed her spiky bangs out of her eye as she glanced at him. “And since when do you listen to Merrill?”

He shot her an annoyed look, and she put down the decorations and soothingly stroked his arm. “You do avoid the alienage as much as possible,” she gently pointed out. “I’ve always wondered a bit about that.”

He shrugged bad-temperedly. “I don’t need to go there to see how badly my race is treated. I have seen and lived through far worse.” He irritably flicked a speck of dirt from his gauntlet. In truth, the alienage was a constant reminder that he was one of the few elves who had succeeded in escaping the poverty and much of the persecution that plagued their race. It was undeniable that Fenris’s current circumstances were actually quite fortunate indeed.

This fact needled him, somehow. Hawke had always encouraged him to enjoy his freedom, to take pleasure in the pleasant life he now led, and for the most part, he did. But going to the alienage made it hard to do that. The worst was over for him, but for many elves - elves who were not so different from Fenris - the hardships of their lives might never cease, and going to the alienage was a glaring reminder of that.

Whether they would agree or not, the city elves were trapped. Like pigs in a pen, they were corralled into the smallest and shittiest part of Lowtown. They were spat on and talked down to, treated no better than beasts. And Fenris hated remembering how it felt to live that way.

He angrily ran a hand through his hair, and Hawke placed a placating hand on his chest. “Hey,” she said softly. “Look at it this way. You’ve murdered piles of slavers, right? Slavers pray on elves more than anyone else, and no one has racked up quite the body count that you have. That must count for something, right? That’s helping.”

He shrugged again, not feeling entirely reassured. The more he thought about it, the more he began to wonder if maybe, for once in her life, Merrill was right.

Hawke reached up and gently stroked his chin. “You are helping people, Fenris,” she said. “We’re always running around doing all these bloody good deeds, right? It might not always be elves that we’re helping, per se, but… well, there are only so many hours in a day for everything we get asked to do.” She grimaced comically. “I’m not helping much, am I?”

He hesitated before replying, and Hawke gave a little laugh and leaned against him. “Sorry,” she said. “I guess this is the kind of help you can expect from a shem.” She lifted her head and looked up at him. “Am I using that word correctly?”

He smirked at her, a bit of his ill humour fading in the face of her endearing foolishness. “Yes,” he said. “But it’s usually reserved for the kind of human that would call me a knife-ear.”

She gasped in mock horror. “Go wash your mouth with soap, young man. I won’t have such filthy fucking language in my house.” She kissed him noisily on the cheek, then turned back to her desk. “If you’re finished your errand, can you help me decorate?”

Fenris reluctantly pushed away from the desk. “I would, but… we haven’t quite gotten Donnic’s gift yet,” he admitted. “I am due to meet with Varric at the Hanged Man.” Truth be told, he would rather remain here; he was still feeling irritable, and he wasn’t in the mood to leave the house again.

Hawke shot him a smirk. “And you think you’ll find a gift at the Hanged Man? Well, I suppose you could get him a bottle of something. But then he’ll just think we hate him.” She picked up an orange silk banner from the desk, then stepped onto her desk chair and onto the desk itself.

She unfolded the banner and stood on her tip-toes to reach for a small hanging peg in the wall, and Fenris idly watched the rising hem of her short silken skirt as she stretched her arms overhead. She stretched a bit further, and her skirt rode a bit higher, and Fenris was suddenly distracted from his disgruntlement: he’d noticed something interesting.

Very interesting, in fact.

He stepped up to the desk and lifted the hem of Hawke’s skirt.

Hawke squealed with surprise and smacked his hand, but it was too late; his suspicions had been confirmed. “Where are your underpants?” he demanded.

She pulled the edge of her skirt down to cover her bare buttock, then grinned down at him. “Hanging to dry,” she said. “I forgot to ask Orana to do the laundry.” She shrugged defensively. “I was too busy planning this party! It’s been so long since we had something to celebrate!”

He didn’t reply. He couldn’t think. His body was suddenly thrumming with lust, a heady and entirely unexpected rush that filled his cock and burned through his fingertips and his face.  

He lifted his eyes back to hers, and he watched with a dark kind of satisfaction as her cheeks began to redden. “Come down from there,” he said.  

She smiled slowly at him. “I can’t. I have set-up to do.” She turned around to fully face the wall, and Fenris’s hungry eyes fell onto her ass again.

She reached up to hang the banner, and he stared as the slippery fabric of her skirt slid up to reveal the undercurve of her butt. “Setting up can wait,” he growled. Then he slid his palm up the back of her calf.

She laughed and kicked at him. “Hands off, you pervert! At least help me with… with this, uh… this banner thing.”

He smirked as she trailed off distractedly, and for good reason; his fingers were sliding smoothly up the back of her thigh.

“No,” he said. “Not until you get down off the desk.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” she said, and Fenris smirked more broadly still at the breathless sound of her voice. Then she bent toward the wall, curving her lower spine so the edge of her skirt slid higher still.

Minx, he thought darkly. She was purposely goading him, and it was so damned effective. His lust was growling more loudly now, roiling low in his belly and demanding to be fed as he stared at the half-hidden cleft of her bottom.

He pulled off his gauntlets, then curled his fingers around her tender inner thigh and savoured her breathless gasp as he slid his fingers higher, up to the juncture of her thighs. “Fine,” he said brusquely. “Stay right where you are, then.” He eyed her perfectly presented bottom, which was right at his eye level. He didn’t need her to come down, after all; the height of her desk was perfect for his purposes.

He unceremoniously shoved the decorations off the desk, and Hawke tutted loudly. “That was rude,” she scolded. “You’d better not have broken anything.”

He ignored her words and tapped her ankle. “Spread your legs,” he said.

She huffed out a laugh, but obeyed his instruction. “Andraste’s tit, you are so bossy. I could get used to - oh - oh fuck!”

She jolted back toward his face. He’d shoved her skirt up roughly, and now his tongue was sliding along the length of her cleft, slipping through her sweet-and-salty musk as she spread her legs even further and leaned against the wall.

Fenris licked hungrily at her moisture for a moment, then lifted his head. “Where are Orana and Bodahn?” he asked, and he slid a finger through her slippery heat.

She panted and tilted her hips toward him, then smirked over her shoulder. “You’re only now thinking to ask?”

“Answer the question,” he growled, and Hawke released a sunny little laugh. “I gave them the day off,” she said. “But they’ll be back for the party -”

“Good,” he said. Then he bent his head low and licked her again.

“Maker’s fucking breath, Fenris,” she whined, then leaned her head against the wall as he lapped at her pussy. He teased her swollen little bud and tasted every slick fold as she pressed her hips back toward his face. She tasted so delightfully raw, and the pleasured sounds that ghosted from her lips were like music to his ears, and everything about her was calling to him, calling to the furious roaring lust that had rushed over him so suddenly, subsuming his irritation and his unease and his ire until all that was left was need.

He needed to hear her cries. He needed to feel her pulsing around his cock. That was the only thing that would lessen this heady burn of want that was making him feel so rough.

He angled his head slightly and lapped at her clit with the flat of his tongue, and then Hawke was breathing hard, loud gasping breaths that seemed to rasp through her chest until suddenly she threw back her head.

“Fenris!” she screamed.

She shuddered against the wall, and Fenris growled into her flesh, delving his tongue inside of her for a moment before resuming the smooth circling of her clit with the tip of his tongue. a A long moment later, she reached behind herself and stroked his ear.

He leaned away from her and roughly wiped his face on his hand. “Get down off the desk,” he commanded, and even he could hear that his voice was more gravelly than usual.

She shakily turned around, and Fenris helped her hop down off the desk. She almost fell as soon as her feet touched the ground, and he hastily wrapped his arms around her to support her weight.

She gripped his shoulders convulsively as she grinned at him. “Fuck’s sake,” she breathed. “I can barely walk.”

“Then don’t,” he said. He half-carried her over to the fireplace, then released her and jerked his chin at the rug in front of the fire. “Get on your knees,” he said.

She swiftly obeyed and watched with wide eyes as he untied his belt. “I could get used to this,” she panted. “You being in charge, calling the shots, deciding what we do…”

He quickly freed his manhood from his breeches. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure what was compelling him to be so authoritative, but as long as Hawke didn’t mind, he wasn’t going to stop. “Turn around,” he said.

She shuffled close to him, then planted her palms on his thighs. “I have a better idea,” she purred, then she took his full length into her mouth.

Fenris gasped as his cock slid into the hot depths of her throat. She pumped her lips along his length, taking him firm and deep until her nose brushed his belly, and Fenris watched as she dropped one hand from his thigh to the curls between her legs. She caressed herself while suckling him hard, pulling his pleasure from his belly to the very surface of his skin. Within minutes, she was shaking and whimpering against his cock as she came for the second time.

Fenris gasped and groaned under the ministrations of her mouth, and when Hawke pulled away to draw a gasping breath, he gripped her chin. “Turn around, Hawke,” he rasped. “I need you now. Right now.”

She nodded eagerly, then leaned forward on her elbows as she spread her legs, and Fenris took a moment to admire the perfect pose of her body. He slid a reverent hand over the smooth golden skin of her backside, then took hold of her hips and slammed himself in deep.

She cried out in rapture, and within seconds they were fucking each other hard, his fingers tight in her hips as she bucked back against him with the same heated fervour as he was driving in. Her eagerness was as ripe as his own, obvious in the desperation of her bucking hips and the delicious wetness that was coating his cock as thoroughly as her thighs. Fenris gritted his teeth as he fucked her, his rapture rising steadily from his abdomen into his chest and higher to roil in his throat - at the back of his tongue - pressing against his clenched teeth -

“Venhedis,” he gritted, and then he cried out as his climax smashed over him. He squeezed his eyes shut, lights bursting behind his eyelids as he tried desperately to suck in a breath, and when he finally succeeded at pulling air back into his lungs, he expelled it in a rush as he bent over Hawke’s prone form.

Fenris breathed hard against her back, relaxing into the rise and fall of her ribs beneath his cheek. Once his heartbeat had slowed, he withdrew from her and carefully rearranged her skirt.

She released a breathless laugh. “Don’t bother,” she said. “Just one more thing that I’ll need to throw in the laundry.” She flopped onto her back with a happy sigh.

Fenris refastened his breeches and stretched out beside her, and she grinned impishly at him. “Well, that was amazing,” she said.

He shuffled close and slid his arm around her waist. Every scrap of his anger was burnt out now, expelled as thoroughly as though he’d been cleansed of a demon. He gently rubbed his cheek against her neck. “It was not my intention to be so rough,” he said softly.

“Don’t be silly. You were hardly rough,” she said. She tweaked his ear playfully. “You should come fuck me more often when you’re mad. My words are rubbish, but that’s a way I can most certainly help.”

Fenris tenderly brushed a lock of hair back from her forehead. “Don’t discount yourself,” he said. “This is not the only way you help. You always listen, Hawke. Even when you don’t agree with me. I have always cherished that.”

Her jocular smile softened, and she stroked his cheek with her knuckles. “Of course, you handsome fool,” she murmured. “Whatever you need. I’m all yours, you know.”

He brushed her cheek with his nose. “I know,” he whispered. Then, for the first time that afternoon, he kissed her rosy lips.

Fenris was nobody’s pet, and he was no one’s little wolf. He rarely felt the kind of mind-consuming rage that used to plague him when he was trapped under Danarius’s thumb. But on those rare occasions when his anger rose up, rearing its ugly head and threatening to steal his hard-won happiness, Hawke was there.

She made him laugh with her foolish tongue, and she offered him her open heart. She helped him find the calm that he’d never quite managed to find on his own. For this - and for so many other reasons, so many that he couldn’t stop to count - Fenris would love her forever.

[knockeduphimbo]

Broodmare

Yang's gaze flickered over to his companion, feeling his lust filled gaze on him, seemingly hypnotised by his hips. It wasn't uncommon for Yang to be gawked at, let alone by his bodyguard, however Beaux had been acting especially strange as of late... not that he minded the attention... but if he were going to do something Yang wished hed just come out with it or make a move already.

"What?" He said rather curtly, unusual for his normally pleasant and upbeat dimeiner. He felt his cheeks grow slightly flush making eye contact. Beaux gaze was... intense. In a word. As if the spell was broken Beaux's eye flickered, as he quickly cleared his throat and gruffly adjusted himself.

"Er... nothi'n. Just got lost in thought is all." He snorted wavering his eyes away from the supple dancers body. His own body betrayed him, obscenly bulging out his magiced subligar, only able to do so much to hold him in. Yang looked him up and down taking a step closer, making notice of his obvious arrousal.

"Riiiight. What about?" The miqote purred growing ever closer to the towering figure. He moved in his seductive and dexterious way, making it impossible for Beaux to ignore him... and yet.

"Just what were having for dinner tonight." He grumbled moving past him down the last patch of path to the cabin they'd rented in Upper La Nocea. A perfect veiw of the mountains, a hot spring, and most importantly fully secluded and private. Dangerous wild life prowled the area by the entrance, adding to its seclusion, but Yang had done what he did best and stuck a deal with the owner in camp bronze lake after one of his performances.

Yang watched, stunned as Beaux moved past him unphased by his body, causing him a small unknown twinge of pain in his chest to rise up. The younger man had long admired his sentinel, and at this point in there travels couldn't help but crave more then a friendship could ever offer him. His feelings went as far as for him to almost enjoy being in danger just for the chance for beaux to grab hold of him and hold him close. For all his charm, he hardly knew how to approach his feelings of romance and sexuality twords Beaux... but he wouldnt let that stop him. He would be brave and bold this time. Tonight. The pain in his chest turned to a burning passion and he trotted after, arriving at there cabin and moving in.

"Beaux please I think i know you better then that by now, dontcha think?" He teased, with a small grin before having Beaux turn on his heels and SLAM his hands roughly into the door and wall behind Yang, effectively trapping him against it. Yang stared surprised, but not even the slightest bit afraid with how deep their trust ran. Beauxs head hung low, his breath puffed hot as the faintest growl protruded from the back if his throat.

"Im... in... heat..." he huffed lifting his head to meet yangs eyes with his burning gaze, that quickly faded into something a little more pathetic, of painful longing.

"This hasn't happened for so long but I cant fucking HELP it around YOU..." He spoke, lust dripping from every word, painfully whined through gritted teeth doing everything he could to hold back from breaking him right then and there. He leaned in closer, only making it harder on himself, an inch from Yangs neck.

"I want. To. Breed. You. Your smell is making me lose it." He snarled digging his fingers into the worn oak of the wall. Yang felt his heart pound and all the blood in his body run down to his lower region.

"If you wanna know so bad. I was thinking about how fucking fat your ass is. How you've got wide perfect hips to be my broodmare. And how it's taken every last bit of self control for me not to slam you into the nearest surface and knock up that fertile fucking pussy. Got it?" He growled directly into the mans neck so close to sinking in, losing his grip and letting his darker desires slip. He felt ashamed and wrong, he was meant to protect him, and this was inappropriate no matter how bad he felt he needed it. Just as he regained some of his composure and begun to pull away yang spoke.

"So do it." He whimpered, mouth running dry, and heart nearly exploding out of his chest, hornier then hed ever been. It took a lot to impress yang, hed taken very few men to be his bedmate in his life, and the lucky few hadn't managed to make him feel this level of desire collectively.

"W-what?" Beaux murmered, confused if hed heard him right.

"I said. Do it."

A long silent pause filled the room.

"I wont be able to... stop myself if I let go... please... I cant if you're not... sure... and I could actually... by the gods, i-" the larger man whined just wanting to be sure. And he found his answer in yangs silk soft lip pressing hard against his, still needing to stand on his tip toes to reach them as he leaned down.

All his fear melted away as he gave himself over into his pure animalistic lust. He devoured the smaller mans mouth in return pressing him back with his body against the wall, trailing kissing down to his neck, sucking his first mark of many there. Yang gasped and bit his lip, letting out small quiet moans and a resounding "Yes~".

Beauxs vision felt like it was going red, his cock strained harder then it ever had against the archane leather, ready to burst. He flipped yang around, making him bend over against the wall, finally letting his hands explore the perfectly plump and supple flesh hed denied himself for so long. It felt every bit of perfect as hed dreamed, coaxing more moans out of yang as he unknowingly had begun to dry hump his silk covered ass cheeks, making them bounce around.

In the last moment of clarity he had Beaux spotted the bed in the corner, quickly picking up his newfound mate like nothing and tossing him on his back atop it, continuing his exploration of his new territory. Yang could hardly think of anything other then how empty he felt right now and how badly hed wanted exactly this for so long.

"Please..." the miqote begged, reaching down to take the Au Ras hand and rub it over the small pudge of his belly. Feeling tingles and chills run throughout him, wanting more.

"Say it." Beaux ordered, pressing his hand in, making yang whimper.

"Please... daddy... I want to carry your brood. Knock me up..." Yang breathed, hesitant to let his inner desires known.

Beaux leaned his head back, letting out a loud almost pained moan of extasy, having heard something hed never even dared to dream of pass his kittens lips.

"Fuck baby... daddys gonna make you swell..." he growled into the air before crashing his lips down on his charge who trembled with excitement beneath him. Yang could nearly sneezed up in the moment, brain still trying to process this was delightfully real. Before he had the chance to Beaux made quick work of his garbs, tossing his cloths to the side leaving him in a small pair of silk painties and a fair few gold bangles and adornments. Beaux made even faster work of himself, pulling a few straps and letting most of his armor and gear fall to the floor. Then it happened. Beaux unhinged his subligar and broke free, filling the room with a strong pharamon and musk that sent Yang reeling, that and his endowment only complimented his height and build. Yang gulped looking down at his member throb between his legs as Beaux moved closer, looming over him dripping a large glob of preecum down to pool in his belly button. His balls looked comically swollen, hanging lower then hed seen before, obviously needing to unload.

"W-wow..." yang muttered, only allowed a brief moment before Beaux had wrangled his now wet silken panties off his plump thighs, and begun to growl as his roughly kneaded the supple flesh of his legs, forcing them apart, revealing yangs perfectly smooth boicunt. Drawn to it like a moth to a flame beaux leaned down for a taste, flicking his tongue over his entrance, sucking and briefly, swirling his tongue in circles around him, lifting up with a loud pop before positioning his cock cutting out any further foreplay.

Beaux glared down at Yang, wordlessly and intense. Even know he used every bit of his strength to wait for yangs final command to let lose and take him. Yang breathed, feeling his pussy twitch and contract, he briefly thanked the twelve for his natural flexibility and training, and bit his bottom lip... giving beaux a nod.

With a snarl he sunk his fat cock into his new sheath, drawing a load moan from his throat and making his eyes roll back a bit. He nearly doubled over his mate the heat consuming his entire being, able to think of nothing else then planting his seed in Yang. Yang on the other hand watched in amazement and a small bit of horror as Beauxs cock made a large visible bulge through his soft tummy. Even for yang given all his skills this was pushing him to his limits, he felt shots of pain shoot through him for a moment, making him feel like he was splitting in half. Until, after only a few moment he relaxed and it fully subsided as pleasure started to fill him.

On pure instinct Beaux could tell he was finally ready for him and pulled himself up, gripped the mans hips hard, and in a swift motion, pulled out about half way, and slammed back in. Both of them felt a shudder of pleasure run through them as beaux took another last pause looking down at his charge- no... his mate... his broodmare. His. Beaux started slowly, but brutally thrusting, prodding his silky vice desperate to get deeper. He watched yang writh zenith him, moaning louder and louder with each passing second, driving him deeper into his heat. His senses burst on fire, every one of them fixated on yang. His pussy had grown wet with the copious amounts of precum Beaux had made, beginning to make delightful squealching and squishing sounds as it tightend around the Au Ra's cock before he stuffed it to its limits once more. He watched yangs fat perky tits bounce up and down as his kittens face convulsed into the most lewd expressions. He let his large hands travel up, each grabbing hold of one of the plump pecs, posessivly kneading them like dough.

"D-daddy~!!!" Yang moaned in his melodic tone as Beaux played his body like a skilled musician, on instinct his hands roamed him as his heated rythem grew faster and faster. The miqote helplessly squirmed under him, never having felt this aroused in his life before. Beaux's alluring red skin glistened with sweat as his huge pecs and belly jiggled with every thrust. His muscles twitched and flexed as he breed like a machine, stretching the felines cunt into a proper shape for his cock. Everything about beaux was virile and enticing, the picture of dominance and masculitny.

Yang felt tears well up in his eyes as he came to the realization about how badly he wanted this. He loved Beaux with all his heart, hed sworn himself to him, protected and provided for him, he was beautiful and kind and strong and... his heart overflowed. Yang reached up and held his arms open, wordlessly asking to be held closer. Beaux didnt miss a beat, pressing his weight down on his lover, holding him down and wrapping his arms around him as he pounded into his warm cunt. The room filled with the sounds of there breeding, yangs wet pussy sqeltching, beauxs balls and powerful hips slapping loudly against the miqotes fat ass, their moans and growls and grunts, its was a perfect symphony that was about to reach its climax.

Beaux felt an strong pulse shiver through him as he grew close, he huffed putting all his might into his hips, mind screaming to knock yang up. Yang on the other hand was closer then he had thought, beaux having been jack hammering his prostate to mush for the past few minutes pushed him right over the edge making his hips and pussy spasm as he moan and screamed arching off of the bed in pure bliss. Seeing and feeling his mate cum was all it took for beaux, with one final thrust into the deepest part of him and a loud roar, his cock exploded with cum. Flooding his insides and pussy, cock violently pusling as he inseminated him with shot after shot of cum. Yang felt every pulse of hot cum shoot into him, making him feel full, finally sating his desire. After only a few moments Yangs belly began to swell with the sheer amount as Beaux gripped onto him and snarled seeing white. He gasped and panted as his long climax continued as he held yang in place, until his belly had rounded out and his balls finally finished there release.

Beaux heat began to fade having finally satisfied its need to breed, and his mind began to return to him as he set to work kissing his kitten passionately, wrapping his arms around him and gently feeling his cock throb inside him.

"A-are you okay?" He breathed still trying to catch it as he brushed some of the hair from yangs face and forehead.

"Mmmmmnnnhmmm~ I can feel it~" yang cooed feeling himself grow a tad loopy from whatever effect Beaux's cum was having on him. He reached up and wrapped his impressive arms around the oaladins thick neck, pulling him down close to him. Beaux felt another sensation flow over him when he eventually leaned back to inspect Yang, spotting his bloated belly.

"By the twelve..." he murmered in awe as he ran his fingers over him, thinking how this was the most beautiful thing hed ever seen. He began caressing his belly almost protectively, feeling the gently heat inside him.

"I'm yours..." yang mewed through his lips feeling his heart swell again from the raw emotion of this. Beaux swooped him up in his arms and held him close, kissing him deep and making sure his mate was secure. He slowly pulled out making them both gasp, only long enough to reposition properly on the bed, reentering his love from behind spooning him close.

"All mine..." beaux murmered holding him close, paying close attention to his belly and tits as they lay in there beautiful afterglow.

"How's it feel carrying daddys brood? I'm gonna have to keep you full from now on..." he huffed making yang shiver with anticipation turning his head back for a kiss.

"Perfect."

[tinylilemrys]

Blue - a Widojest fic

Read it on AO3

Rating: G

Word Count: 1696

Summary: Caleb has a favourite colour.

Tags: Fluff, Caleb watches Jester paint, Jester surprises him, Campaign 2 spoilers

A/N:  I know I'm one of like five people that ship this, but they're both just so goddamn adorable that they pulled me out of my writing slump, so I owe them a lot.

Caleb has always been partial to the colour blue. As a child of the Empire, who rarely saw the sky beyond the grey clouds obscuring it most of the time, it had always instilled a sort of hope that there was more. Somehow, despite everything, something good would break through.

He couldn't have ever imagined being surrounded by quite this much of it. It stretches all the way across the sky, broken only by the occasional wisp of cloud. It lays spread out around the ship on all sides, broken only by the bright skittering reflection of the sun.

It also sits a few feet away from him on the deck, painting, wearing an endearing expression midway between concentration and bliss.

Caleb sinks further back into the shadow he's using as protection, heeding Fjord's warnings about the sun and pale skin, and steals glances at her over the top of the book he was only barely reading anyway. He can't help but smile at the way she has completely commandeered the left staircase to the forecastle, spreading out her painting implements so that attempting to pass that way would require quite the display of acrobatics. He knows she doesn't mean to and if anyone asked her to move, she would immediately and without question. This is just how she is when she starts creating.

As much as Jester is still a mystery to him in many ways, one thing he has learned in the times he has surreptitiously watched her painting or drawing is that she doesn't guard herself as much when she's concentrating on what she's making. And just how he sometimes finds himself mulling things over while poring over his well-read spell tomes, Caleb suspects this is when she does much of her reflecting and processing.

He finds the way she uses blue fascinating. Where Caleb finds solace and calm in the colour, Jester paints with it matter-of-factly, as if it is a necessary part of creating what she wants to create, but is not all that fazed by it. He supposes that as much as he is still excited to see so much blue, Jester has had no short supply of it her entire life, and it probably just doesn't hold the same interest for her.

By contrast, she has made it no secret that she loves the colour pink. It is embellished on her dress; it is the colour she requested Pumat Sol change her magical haversack; it is the colour of her spiritual weapon. The bright pink she favours is not a common colour in the natural world, so when she gets to paint with it, Caleb sees the faint smile on her face.

Caleb is grateful that it was probably too dark to see the pink of his cheeks after Jester heroically saved him from his feigned heart attack last night.

She seems to take as much joy from the colour yellow - swirling the brush around her page in bright happy strokes that bring to Caleb's mind the golden wildflowers that grew in the fields around his childhood village. It also briefly brings to mind the blazing gold of the fire that consumed his home, but he shakes his head clear.

He won't think about that now.

Jester paints her greens with relish, and Caleb finds the same unfamiliar and unwelcome sinking feeling in his stomach he feels whenever he sees her chancing glances at Fjord when she thinks no one is looking. She has known him the longest out of everyone and as such Caleb knows it makes far more sense for her attentions to be caught by him than any other member of the party, but some dark primal part of him simmers with frustration nonetheless.

He also knows what that probably means and he refuses to think about that either.

Caleb's heart catches as her hand hesitates over the purple for a moment or two before she picks it up. Molly's passing still hangs heavily over their party and he knows it weighs on Fjord, Yasha and Jester especially. However unfounded the idea, he knows that  they believe themselves partially responsible for his passing and though he has been consistent in his reminders that they are not to blame for what happened, he also knows what it is to have guilt eat away at the heart day after day. She closes her eyes for a moment as if in prayer before dipping her brush into the pot.

When she reaches for the red paint, he knows he's not imagining the small tears that pool briefly before she takes a deep breath and shakes them away. He feels a pang of regret on her behalf. She should have had more time with her mother and would have if not for the circumstances getting away from them. He makes a silent vow that he will help clear her name in Nicodranas so that the next time they visit, she will be able to have as much time with her mother as she wants.

He tells himself that this is something he would do for any of his friends, but he knows that it's a bit truer for her, which is an unsettling thought.

When she reaches for her pot of orange, Caleb is surprised that she looks up at him. Their eyes meet and, panicked, Caleb immediately buries his nose in his book. Though he had tried to avert them as quickly as possible, it wasn't fast enough to miss the surprise on Jester's face that their eyes had locked at all.

There's a beat or two of awkward silence before he hears her giggle slightly.

"Caaaleb, were you watching me?"

"No," he lies, desperately scrambling for any excuse. "I was just taking a pause between paragraphs to reflect on what I'd just read and happened to look at you just as you looked at me."

"Okay, if you say so," she says in that sing-song voice that should be annoying, but that tugs at the corners of his mouth and the edges of his heart every time. "I wouldn't blame you if you were though. I did save your life last night like the amazing and powerful cleric I am."

He knows he's blushing now and he damns his pale complexion for making it impossible to hide.

"Thanks again, Jester. I do appreciate it."

She looks as if she wants to say something more, but bites down on it with a smile and turns her attention back to her artwork instead. Caleb stares back down at his book, not daring to place his eyes anywhere else, though completely unable to absorb any of the words there. He can hear the blood in his ears coursing in time with the thudding of his heart, and knows that the heat creeping up his neck has little to do with the warm sun above him.

This is very much not good.

A few minutes pass in which Caleb tries and fails to continue his book, wondering if Jester's eyes are on him, and at times almost feeling them there, though he can't bring himself to look up and test this theory, which is why he jumps a few moments later when he feels the book being tugged down to reveal Jester, now on her knees right in front of him.

"Caleb, are you sure you’ve been keeping out of the sun like Fjord warned? You're looking pretty red right now." Her eyes are alight with mischief and he knows she's teasing him as he finds she is she is wont to do. "The sun can be really bad for you, you know."

"I have been trying to be careful as far as possible, but thank you for the reminder."

He wishes the wood below him would give way so that he could fall through it and escape this embarrassment.

"You're welcome," she grins. "You know, I'm glad you decided to go back to reading because otherwise you might have spoiled the surprise."

"The surprise?" Caleb asks. He blames the salt in the air for his impossibly dry mouth.

"The surprise," she says dramatically, bringing her hand out from behind her back and handing Caleb a small scrap of parchment on which she has painted the perfect likeness of Frumpkin in his cat form. Caleb's eyes widen in shock and he finds, despite the warm air, his hands are shaking slightly.

He doesn't know what to say and he can see something in her expression falter as he sits in stunned silence.

"Yeah, you know, I thought it was really kind of you to let Beau have Frumpkin for a while after losing Professor Thaddeus, and I know how much you like having him as a cat, so I thought I'd make you something that you can look at in those times when he's not around or he's being another creature. Do you... do you like it?"

"Like it? Jester, I... I don't know what to say. This is the nicest gift I have ever been given. Thank you very much." 

He dares to look into her eyes then and for once it seems she is as caught off guard as he is most of the time around her. She blinks a moment later, however, and her face returns to its usual jovial state.

"You're welcome," she says, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek and where her lips touch blazes furiously.

She bounds off to gather her paints a moment later and with one last brilliant smile, she turns briefly back to Caleb.

"The paint is still drying so you should be careful with it for the next while or else it will get all smudgy."

And then she disappears below deck, leaving Caleb in stunned silence once more.

He spends the longest time staring down at the painting, memorising the brush strokes, marveling at the way what looked like chaos earlier is now cohesive and beautiful.

When he's sure that the paint is dry, he tucks his gift carefully between the pages of the small book he keeps in his breast pocket.

The sky has never been so blue.

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Grow your business Exponentially

for only $2 a day!!

 Before we begin I want to give you a little checklist of the things you will need in order to complete this process. Most of it is pretty simple stuff you should already have. If not then you will need to.

 1.      An email (it can be whatever email you use for your business)

2.      A payment method for managing your accounts - credit card or at least an active prepaid credit card with VISA/MASTERCARD logo.

3.      A little bit of time to set everything up.

4.      An idea of the kind of business you want to start or an existing business

That’s it!

Anything else that is recommended throughout the guide that you may need on the way is not essential but may be convenient for you to have.

The first thing that any business needs to do, is be accessible to its customers at any time. Of course the easiest way to do that is for any business to have a website. Once you have that website you want to gain your customers and keep those customers continuously thinking of your business anytime your business can fulfill their needs. Here is a step by step setup on how to only setup your business to be successful in doing that, but also setup your business so that it is most cost effective for you.

First things first, as a business owner you want to make sure that anything you do will be profitable and allow you maximize your opportunity. So, I want to make sure that as an entrepreneur you are maximizing your ability to use this information to increase your business. To do that, you want to make sure that your business is setup to receive the best possible benefit from any expense put into your business. Even if it is $2 a day.  In order to do that you want to make sure your business is setup properly. If your business is already setup and established and this information is just going to help further along grow it the you ca go ahead and jump to the next section. However, if you are just starting out then you would want to follow this step by step.

Now keep in mind this is a brief overview so I wont be getting down to the nitty gritty of everything but enough so that it will set you up for major success or at least give you a good starting point.

Now for some of you who don’t yet have a business or may have already have a business you may want to do this first. Keep I mind as a disclaimer this is in no way shape or form any financial or legal advice and any and all content going forward does not hold the creator(s) of this content responsible for any outcome should you chose to go forward. This is for informational and educational purposes only. Now that that is out of the way…….

 Step Number 1: Legally Establish a business

By this we mean form a separate entity to do your business. Most entrepreneurs/business owners start out by doing things as a sole proprietor. Not that it is anything wrong with that, its just a lot of things that can go wrong with that for one reason or another. The reason why we state this no matter what industry you are in are for many but we’ll mention a few key reasons here now and show you the easiest way to have your business setup for you. If you already have a business entity setup, then you can go ahead and jump to step #2.

Now some of the main reasons you want to establish a real business are as follows

·         Protect yourself from being personally liable from lawsuits

·         Be able to extend your tax write off amounts

·         Appeal to your audience more and grow your business

With having a legal business entity established anything you do will keep you free and clear from someone making you personally responsible. Because if the business goes bankrupt that is fine just start another one. But if you get sued, well it maybe a little harder to come back from that. One of the best things about having the business is the financial benefit you get. Just about every expense you have pertaining to your business is tax deductible against the business income, even your $2 expense to grow your business. This means more money in your own pocket and less in uncle sam’s. Even the little things you may not even think of such as your cell phone bill, meals when you go out to eat, heck even this $2 a day marketing business plan is going to grow your business. Again speak with your accountant or financial professional about how that will apply to your business.

Another important thing, is that establishing business separate from yourself will look much more appealing to your audience as well as other potential businesses, or business clients. It gives your customers the sense of satisfaction that they are dealing with their preference of a company on whatever scale they prefer (big or small) and also allows other businesses to see that they are dealing with a likeminded organization. Win Freakin Win Baby!

All that is good to know but wait…. What if you don’t have the time or resources to learn how to go about doing all the legal paperwork to legally form a company? Good you shouldn’t be wasting your time to doing that anyway you are a business owner leave the paper work to the professionals. The best way to do that is to hire the professionals. Now what is the easiest way to go about this? Simple, You can spend your time going around town trying to find a local accountant or lawyer or just keep it simple and hire the pro’s at INCFILE. There are many other organizations that do this like legal zoom and even local professionals. However, through our testing, experience and surveys, we have found that INCFILE has been not only the easiest, hassle free way to do this, but also the most cost effective.

There are plenty of reasons why we are recommending them. Because for but mostly these:

Folks let me tell you for $49 and getting all of this you honestly couldn’t get a better deal! Had I known this when I first started doing my own businesses I would’ve saved my self so much more time and research. Take a look at the packages they offer and I’m sure they will try to upsell you (which is normal of any business) so make sure what you they offer you is essential but for the most part the $49 + state fee package is all that you need. There is no better place that will help you with How to start your business than going to INCFILE.

Once you get all your paper work back it may be a good time to open up a business bank account. This is fairly easy to do as well. Just take your paperwork into the bank of your choice and they’ll let you know what the requirements are to open a business account with them.

 Step #2 Setup your business

Time to get a domain for your business. The best place for this cost wise is definitely going to be google domains or namecheap.com for the best. Now if you already have a business website go ahead and skip on to step 3 because more than likely you’ll need to start there. $12 for a year isn’t bad to have your business website name. Pretty simple process just search for what you want your business website to be called, once you find it. Pay for it and voila! No tricks, no gimmicks just pay your $12 get your domain and move on. Now that you have your business website name setup now its time to get that website built. Step 3 will walk us through that crucial part.

 Step 3 Website Wonders

 So you have your website name now what? Now its time to make that website! Now for some of you you may already have a website and everything already constructed. Even better you just have the easier part of this step to do. Now for those of you who don’t. You can easily make your website  

Both places (google domain & namecheap) in fact, any place you go to buy your domain may also offer web design to create your site along with other things such as advertising your website as well. Although it sounds convenient it is not recommended for many reasons. Mainly, you dont want to have your website suppressed which is typical with domain hosting companies when using their advertising. You’ll want to have your website set up for peak optimization and be able to run smoothly for your clients at any and every moment. Trust me the last thing I hate is going to a company’s site and waiting for the page to load. Most consumers by then have already lost interest on continuing on to the site. This is major must for any of you running an e-commerce business. Well actually, any business who is dealing with many products or even just having high definition photos or even simple youtube videos on their site. If your site is barely loading or taking forever to operate or be found by the ones looking for you its simply a waste of space.

How do you make sure this isn’t you?

So first you want to make sure your website is using wordpress. Wordpress is used pretty much any and everyone on the internet who has a site for countless reasons. If you don’t know how to install wordpress on your website and are doing it yourself, there are plenty of youtube. videos on how to do so. Just type I (How to install wordpress for nanmecheap / googledomain) We wont go into those benefits right now because we’ll be here all day but just know you want to have wordpress.

Once it is installed, There are many wordpress tutorials you can find on how to design a website. But if you’re anything like me and don’t want to take the time to do and learn all that just have someone else do it. You can easily find somebody to design a website for you for cheap now and days. But of course you’ll more than likely get what you pay for but at the same time you may not need all the bells and whistles. So you can head over to fiverr and higher a developer for a couple of bucks. I’ve actually had a few on them design a couple of my sites for cheap and they did outstanding jobs. $7 got me some pretty good sites designed. From a basic website to a complex ecommerce site there are web designers of all types there. Of course you will need to provide them with the password and/or Cpanel access to your domain and website but you can change it afterwards.

 Here is where your Secret weapon comes in!!!

Once your site is up and the way you want it you now need to get it on over to Kinsta. Especially for you ecommerce stores using woo commerce, shopify, or any other online shopping setup, Kinsta is going to hands down be the best platform to support your site. With them you’ll be able to spend less time worrying about your website and more time growing your business. Whether you need to roll back your site or you’re hit with a sudden surge of traffic, Kinsta’s got you covered every step of the way. Also, Kinsta uses google cloud platform so you have which will allow your site to be secured and fast globally. This is probably the bulk of your expense being that it is going to cost a minimum of a $1 a day but trust me the support and service is definitely worth it.

If you don’t find yourself for some particular reason like using Kinsta you can also use SiteGround. And for $4 a month it is by far the best hosting site you could use. Many people still report seeing substainal change in not only their site but the traffic and sales too when switching over to either one of these hosting companies.

  Step 4: Stay in Touch

Now that you have your business built to run on peak optimization, Once you get those customers that are interested, its time to keep them engaged and coming back for more. The number one tool to do this is AWeber for only $19 a month. I cant begin to mention how important this tool is going to be for your business’s continuous success. Aweber offers a service to help businesses communicate more effectively and profitably with prospects and customers. It will allow your business to utilize their permission only email marketing service to establish and maintain profitable relationships.  Aweber is a great email marketing program for several reasons. Not only is it wonderfully customizable, but it also has great features like broadcast messages, reports, and managing subscribers. Broadcast messages are basically emails with an important message (like an upcoming event) that are sent once to all subscribers, certain ones, or to a certain email list – you get to choose! You also choose the day and time each broadcast will be sent

If you are going to use any tool at all this is the one no matter what your business is. It is wonderful to be able to remind your clients and customers that you are still around should they have a need for what you have to offer, any promotions coming up, and also helps put a personal touch on your relationship with them.

  Step 5 Marketing Marketing Marketing Marketing!

Let the automation begin with Buffer remember when we said that you want your website set up with Kinsta? This is why. Buffer is a social media management company already integrated with Kinsta. Having them handle your social media will just make the process of gaining more customers easier. Buffer is a software application for the web and mobile, designed to manage accounts in social networks, by providing the means for a user to schedule posts to Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and Linkedin, as well as analyze their results and engage with their community. Whether you are an ecommerce business, a restaurant, or a service business, you always want to keep your past and potential clients engaged of the any changes, promotions, or updates on your business.

Having all these steps into place on top of maybe even hiring an assistant to manage it or an intern looking to gain some experience is more than worth its weight in gold to take your business to the next level. Fiverr has ton of virtual assistants ready to do work for you.

So to recap you want to do these steps

Step 1:  Establish your business $50 +additional state fees with INCFILE (one time fee)

Step 2: Get your business website domain name namecheap.com or google $12

Step 3: Build your website and optimize it with Kinsta or SiteGround $4-$30

Step 4: Set up your marketing to be automatic through Aweber $19

Step 5: Let buffer handle getting you your business. $15-$65

 Now you know how build your business, optimize your business, automate your business, and how to grow a business with limited just as little as $3 a day (Business Website hosting: $1/mo + Kinsta $30/mo + Aweber $19/mo + Buffer $15/mo = $65/mo or $2.16 a day) . Now you have no excuses to get out there and crush it. Keep this document handy in case you need it for future reference. Also, feel free to share this with anyone you think could benefit it. Unfortunately, in the world of business not many successful business owners are hesitant or reluctant to share their steps to success. But we believe that everyone who is aspiring to succeed should have a fair shot to, but its up to them to put in the work!

    Bonus Steps

 For those of you who are seriously wanting to get started and see boost in their business right away. The following bonus tips are here for you to use. These tips have been able to help business owners get started who have no funds available to get everything going as well as been able to help owners increase their sales/business 10x more than if they had not used it.

 Now that you have your site built its time to get your customers to it. This is where SEMRUSH

comes into play. SEMRUSH is where you will set your business apart from your competition. If you are not using it then whoever is running your marketing better be. This tool alone will allow you to dominate by giving you an edge on the internet marketing. SEMrush is an online visibility management and content marketing SaaS platform that ensures businesses get measurable results from online marketing. SEMRUSH lets you run up to 11 different focusing on a single domain. The abilities of a Project include auditing a website, search engine rank tracking, auditing backlinks, social media management and posting, link building and more. These tools each have a special function and can be configured to track your campaigns and provide you with actionable plans and tactics. There is over 4 million companies who use SEMRUSH and there is no reason why you shouldn’t too! Unless you want to stay stagnant that is. Do yourself and your business a favor and get this software.

 Don’t worry about not knowing how to use they actually have courses to show you how to effectively utilize the software to skyrocket your business. Worse case scenario you can always jump on fiverr and hire someone to manage the software for you for cheap. Take this information and grow your business today!

[fixxofvixx]

BLOODRIGHT - TAEKWOON AU- CHAPTER 4

Hello, my lovely friends~~ I have another vampire taekwoon chapter for you.

I'm not sure which one will be next as I am working on them all at the same time!

Please, let me know what you think!!!! 💖💖

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All color drained from your face. You suddenly regretted your decision to come here. A million scenarios of what your life would be like here ran through your head. Instinctively, you inched your way to the door, ready to run through those gates he had told you to stay within.

"Wait, it's not like that. Just listen to me." His voice was soft which was in stark contrast to what he was requesting. You wrapped your arms around your middle in an effort to keep yourself sane. When you didn't move towards the door again, he continued. "Let me start from the beginning. You were not raised the way you should have been. You lost your parents when you were young so they did not have the chance to explain how special you are. You have a unique blood type. Your blood is designed to sustain the vampire who claims you. It is your choice, of course. You can refuse. I will promise to protect you to the best of my ability regardless of your decision. However, if you do not accept, unfortunately, I am not allowed to let you live here. Those are not my rules. If it were up to me, you could live here as long as you want. But that decision is just not a power I possess."

Your mind felt like it was spinning. You had no idea what to think. Unique blood type? And you really didn't want to know how he knew about your childhood. And if you didn't accept, would that mean you would be essentially homeless? You would be easy prey for other vampires then.

"Y/N?" You snapped your head up at his voice only to find him directly in front of you. You were frozen, unsure of his intentions. "You're very pale right now. Please, sit down. Henry?"

Two seconds later, the older man you had met earlier came through the door. "Yes?"

"I believe we need to find something for Y/N to eat. And perhaps some tea?" Taekwoon's hands were on your shoulders guiding you to sit in one of the many seats in the room. You finally gave in, sinking into the cushion. He kneeled in front of you, his crimson eyes concerned.

"Of course." Henry muttered and he left just as quickly as he came.

"Y/N, I know this is a lot to take in but I am not lying to you. Just try to relax for right now. You have time to think about it." His fingers brushed some of the hair from your face and it caused you to shudder involuntarily. When he noticed, his fingers froze in place before falling to the arm of the chair. "I'm sorry. You probably don't want me to touch you."

You didn't know what you wanted right now. You had a hundred questions running through your head and you didn't know which one to ask first. Your vision was becoming dark around the edges and your breathing had changed.

"Y/N?" You heard him sigh as he stood up. "You've had too much today. We can speak again tomorrow. Let's get you back to your room."

He bent and placed his arms under your knees and back. He lifted you effortlessly and started out of the study. His movements finally brought you back to reality. You gasped and tried to wiggle out of his arms. More movements only served to have him tighten his hold on you.

"Put me down. I can walk."

"I know you can. But this is easier and I wont have to worry about you falling down the stairs as you go to your room. Henry will bring your food to your room and you can sleep. We will further our discussion tomorrow."

You assumed he would use his speed to get to your room quickly but he leisurely walked up the stairs. He said nothing until he reached your room and placed you on the large bed. He sat next to you on your bed but made no move to touch you.

"Y/N.....I know you don't trust me. I would be more surprised if you did. Vampires don't have the best reputation but we aren't all monsters. I wont attack you. I am not allowed to bite you without your permission. You hold that power. Please eat when Henry brings your food and try to sleep. We can talk tomorrow. My room is on the other side of the house. No one else will be near you. This entire floor is yours so you can sleep in ease. Okay?"

You nodded and he rose as soon as Henry knocked on the open door with your food and tea. Within moments they both had disappeared and you were once again alone with your food and thoughts. As you ate the soup that Henry had brought you replayed the words that Taekwoon had said to you in the past hour. Part of you just wanted to believe that this was some horrible dream. Any minute now you would wake up in your bed in your apartment and you could laugh it off. But you knew that wasn't the case.

On the other hand, you were still alive as he had promised. If he was going to harm you in any way, surely he would not have gone through all of this trouble to make you comfortable.

You placed the tray of empty dishes on the table next to the door and trudged back to your bed. A sudden wave of exhaustion took over and all you wanted to do was sleep. Your head had barely hit the pillow and you were fast asleep.

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You woke to a loud crashing sound. Someone was yelling. Startled, you fumbled to climb from beneath the blanket. Quickly taking care of bathroom needs you then opened your door and poked your head out. You could clearly hear Taekwoon's voice downstairs.

"What were you thinking?!"

You heard a soft reply but you couldn't make out the words. Making your steps as quiet as possible, you made your way down the hallway then to the top of the stairs.

"What did you say?!"

"Sir, I thought that maybe if I could in some way assist in Miss Y/N's decision..."

"You fool! It doesn't work that way! You know this!"

"But perhaps if she could be persuaded. It has happened before."

"I said no! I'm not forcing her. You know how I feel about this!"

Curiosity took priority and you carried yourself down the stairs. Their voices were coming from the large study you had been in when Taekwoon had told you about your purpose here. Going further down the steps, you could see them in the room. As soon as you reached the bottom steps, Taekwoon whirled around, aware of your heartbeat now. You stopped when you reached the threshold of the study.

"Y/N, I apologize. I didn't know." Taekwoon's face was ridden with worry and guilt. It was an expression you had never expected from a vampire.

"Know....what?"

"Allow me to explain, Miss. It was my doing. I was too eager to help Taekwoon and I fear that I may have done just the opposite." The older man bowed but you still failed to understand the problem.

"Henry, I will explain. You can go and tend to whatever else you need to."

"Of course, sir." Henry bowed to Taekwoon and you, then proceeded out of the study. When you turned back to Taekwoon, he was closer than before.

"What Henry was trying to say was that he put something in the food he prepared for you." Your heart skipped a beat at his words. He heard the blip and rushed to explain. "Its nothing harmful, I assure you! He is an old vampire that leads too much with his heart. What he put in was an old concoction that would compel someone to do a vampire's bidding. His hope was that you would consume the concoction and I could ask you to agree to be my donor and you could do nothing but agree."

The thought of not being in control of your own will scared you senseless. Your mind conjured up a thousand possibilities of what he could compel you to do.

"Please, don't worry." His words caused you to snap.

"How can I not worry?! I am, for lack of a better word, trapped in a vampire's home. I have nothing to my name. Other vampires are trying to kill me. I somehow have unique blood that can help you in some way. An old vampire tries to drug me so I will have no mind of my own. How would I not worry?!"

"Yes, I understand. I know this will take some getting used to. I wish we could have formed a relationship under better terms. I didn't think the other vampires would come after you this soon. But, aside from that, please do not worry about what Henry put in your food. Things like that dont work on you anyway. It's part of your genetic makeup. You are immune. Unfortunately, it does something else."

Dread filled you as you listen to his words. "What did it do?"

"You've been asleep for two days."

"What?!"

[taesbetch]

To Own A Hybrid P13

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut (eventually) Hybrid!au

Summary:  The hybrid world was one y/n never really involved herself in; however, after certain events, she is tossed into a world of uncertainty in the company of a particularly rude hybrid.

Word Count: 4.7k +

this took so fucking long and I am sorry

WARNING: Mentions of abuse, emotional torment, and prostitution

It seemed a little to early to do this but as Namjoon sat next to you, nervously unfolding the letter you bite your lip hoping that this was the beginning of the end.

“he sent this to you?” Namjoon asked in shock as his eyes analysed every detail presented in front of him.

“that’s why he didn’t get to the meeting place in time. He was sending information to us Namjoon. He risked himself for the cause” you answered softly as the mans hands shook.

With a sigh of frustration Namjoon stood from his seat. “what an idiot…that…that was supposed to be me! I should be dead because of the cause not Jimin! Jimin should be working his way up to senior management, he should be living out his dream…not sacrificing himself for mine” Namjoon cried out.

Stunned by Namjoons sudden out burst you fumbled to try and comfort him.

“Namjoon…Jimin…Jimin knew what he was doing. For as long as I’ve known him he’s never acted without thoroughly thinking things through” you stated softly as he stood from his seat.

“we have to leave…we…” Namjoon started as panic and realisation hit him with one blow. We had what we needed to destroy the S.T.M but time was not on our side. If we hesitate who knows what could happen in the next 24 hours- no. the next 5 hours.

We had to move. We had to move now.

He didn’t even need to finish he sentence before you were calling Jungkook from upstairs and preparing your departure from the safe house.

The ride was tense; the tension wasn’t one you had come across before. Everyone in that car knew that this could be the end of everything, the end of the war you had been fighting with the S.T.M…but…it could also be the end of you.

The three of you swarmed into Namjoons house. Ignoring the absence of taehyung and Yoongi you tried your hardest to focus on what you needed to do.

Nothing was silent as he logged onto his laptop. No one moved as he pulled up Gmail. And all breath was held as he signed into Jimin’s account.

You hesitated as Namjoon continued searching through his emails, knowing that information he found might incriminate Jimin.

“n-Namjoon before you- “you stuttered with hesitance but with a wave of his hand you shut up. Peering over his shoulder you saw the pop up of Jimin’s name every now and then.

You anxiously awaited his reaction as multiple articles popped up. Each and every one of them held dirt on so many people who were involved in dirty business.

“so, what do we do? How do we shut them down?” you asked worriedly as all the evidence and information needed to lock them up for life sat in front of you.

Namjoons eyes were wide as he examined all the files cracked open on the screen.

“this is it…this…it would be over” Namjoon whispered as small rolls of tears of joy rolled down his cheeks.

“your…you’re not mad at Jimin right? For being part of it? Or me? for not telling you” you asked nervously hoping not to lose two best friends in the span of three days.

Namjoon sighed before his eyes connected with yours “of course not. I get it, truly I do…and I trust Jimin had his reasons and look what he’s accomplished for our cause” Namjoon answered sincerely.

The room filled with silence as the weight resting on your shoulders had finally been lifted. It would be over…it would end.

“I guess we go report this now” Namjoon sighed as he downloaded all the information onto a usb stick. Watching the files load onto the usb was calming, but you couldn’t help but feel something would go wrong.

“Namjoon…I…” you started to say but your words got caught in your throat as he moved towards the door. “I’m sorry, honestly I don’t know exactly why I’m apologising…but I’m sorry” you stuttered, not knowing what your intentions were as you stopped him from leaving.

Namjoon smiled softly at you before nodding his head knowingly “me too” he whispered before exiting the house.

Sighing you followed behind him, waiting at the door as he got into his car.  

Jungkook walked up beside you his eyes wide as he scanned the area “somethings not right” he said quickly as he hopped out the door, his hands in fists as his eyes darted back and forth.

Your eyes scanned the area, looking at the smiles of families or individuals minding their own business to find something suspicious.

Instantly you were drawn to Namjoons car and how it moved further and further away from you, yet the feeling of danger drew closer and closer as you could do nothing but wait for something to happen.

Then it did.

When the explosion hit, your world flipped upside down just as quickly as Namjoons car did.

Seeing the immediate flames of red your eyes grew wide with panic.

“NAMJOON!” you screeched as you ran down the street, Jungkook quickly overtaking you using his hybrid abilities. your heart was beating faster than you knew was possible as people ran away from the burning flames.

The bright amber blinded you as you drew closer to the flames. the heat hitting your face was nothing in comparison to the building anticipation.

“stay there! I’ll go pull him out!” Jungkook yelled at you as he continued running into the flames as if it were you in the car accident.

You held your breath as it took all the strength you had to stop your feet from running after him. Your eyes were wide as the chaotic scene before you were consuming you, you couldn’t look away, your eyes were attached to the scene in front of you.

As Jungkook pulled Namjoons body from the burning metal you tried to ignore how his clothes and skin had been died red and instead focused on the rising and falling of his chest.

Kneeling beside him you sobbed harder as you watched his breath quicken. The ambulance was on its way and the loud sirens were giving you hope, but the way Namjoons eyes kept insisting to be closed weakened your faith.

His hand shook as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the usb stick. The one thing that held the material to complete his life’s dream.

“I will. I promise I will” you spoke knowing what he was asking you to do.

You begged him to hold on as paramedics pulled you to the side, just as determined to keep Namjoon alive.

The public had swarmed around the scene, their mouths open in shock and their hands clutched together in worry; the silent prayers of everyone around you keeping your will to keep moving going.

He was going to be okay…he had to be okay…

To avoid attention the paramedics placed a white sheet over Namjoons battered body, but the sight only made your heartbreak.

In slow motion you watched as Namjoons hand fell from the white sheet; it swayed back and forth as the rolled him away, no movement to be seen as it hung lifeless and pale.

“Jungkook placed his hand on your back supportively as he bit his lip trying to hold in tears of his own.

“we have to keep moving” he chocked out as he reminded you of the usb you were currently clutching in your hand.

You nodded weakly as the ambulance zoomed down the street. You would just have to find out if he-…. if he survived later…

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“just make sure you shut them down” you croaked as you handed the lady Namjoons usb. The office you were currently sitting in was a perfect harmony of brown and white. You had no trouble getting in as the front desk ladies had been awaiting you- well Namjoon…

You played with your hands like a nervous child as you sat alone in front of a woman who held more power than you could ever imagine. She was the key to the change Namjoon was hoping for and Jimin had died for.

“I know people have betrayed you, but you can trust me, I wont rest until we have caught them all” she claimed. Her eyes filled with fire and passion, the same fire and passion Namjoon held in his.

“do you know Namjoon?  personally?” you asked curiously as your eyes attached to her desk table photo. The photo was a beautiful picture; a group of five people stood in a filed of flowers, their smiles wide and full of life.

“not really, we’ve met a couple of times but mostly business” she answered as her eyes followed your gaze.

“you remind me a lot of him. The devotion to shutting the S.T.M down…its uncanny” you smiled slightly as her eyes sparkled and the corners of her lips tugged upwards.

You didn’t know why, but you trusted her and for once it seemed like someone deserved it.

“ill do everything in my power to make this happen…you’ve lost a lot” she noted as her gaze turned sympathetic.

“um…I know you don’t know him personally but- err…Namjoons currently…” you started to explain but before you could finish your eyes had started leaking without telling your brain.

“I’m sorry, he just…he’s done so much for this cause and the woman we’ve been fighting has done so much to try and stop us. Its not fully safe for Jungkook and I to go places she’d expect us to be and. Namjoon has been in an accident, one I know for a fact wasn’t an accident, but I have to be careful about where were going and what we do, I’m sure she’d expect us to go to the hospital to see him but-“ you tried to explain again but your emotions ended up getting the better of you.

“I think I know what you’re asking, and of course we can check up and look after Namjoon” she answered with a comforting tone.

You sighed in relief as you wiped your tears, embarrassment clear on your face.

“I know how personal these situations can get. I also know the hunt for yeonjung can go many different ways. Take this” she said as she passed you a small red remote with a single black button on it.

“it’ll notify the police if your whereabouts as soon as you press it. If you can stall for fifth-teen minutes until they get there everything will be sorted” she said as you properly examined the remote.

“thank you” you stated quietly as the two of you looked between each other.

“of course. Now ill let you go and get started on this” she said as the two of you rose from your seats.

Before you exited the room, you sent the woman one last smile as you prayed you would see her again.

Walking back to the reception area you motioned to Jungkook – who decided to wait outside – that you were done.

“what’s up? You look like you’ve been thinking a little to hard” you commented as you noticed his unchanging frown and intense eyes.

“I was just thinking about why she would blow up Namjoons car. Obviously, she thought we would all be going to drop off the information, therefore, we would all be done for…but now what. Were alive and not all of Namjoons gatherings have been handed over” Jungkook stated as the two of you exited the building.

“shit.” You exclaimed as you were hit with realisation.

“we have to go back, he still has years’ worth of research on other organisations” you stated as Jungkook called a taxi over to where you were standing.

“were gonna have to be quick” he said seriously as the two of you nodded in understanding.

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It was a mess. They had been here already…or they were still here.

Namjoons house was big. As it should be considering he lived with two hybrids with vastly different personalities, space was necessary.

Hearing a cry of frustration, you and Jungkook were set on stealth mode. The voice that sounded so familiar to you didn’t give you fear.

“where would he put it!” she yelled as sounds of smashing technology filled your eyes. Slowly moving towards the voice Jungkook placed his hand in front of you as he took larger steps to try and get in front.

It was solar. You knew it was her.

Solar didn’t scare you, its how far solar was willing to go that’s what scared you. she was insane which meant you would have to tread lightly.

“solar… we could run…we don’t have to do this, their good people” a male voice reasoned. It was clearly full of guilt and pain, you could take a wild guess for jin, but you weren’t sure if yeonjung would let her blackmail over solar go free.

You weren’t sure how you were going to approach this situation, nor did you have a plan. You just knew if you didn’t intervene now more of Namjoon stuff was going to get destroyed.

Without thinking you walked straight into Namjoons office and straight in front of solar.

The silence between the three of you was both awkward and tense as no one knew what to do.

Jungkook stood behind you confused as to why you just walked in but not questioning your methods.

“solar” you whispered as the two of you stared at each other. A part of you longed for the girl you thought was your friend; hoping that you two could try again, maybe she could end up on your side.

“y/n…” she whispered back before pulling out a pistol from her waistband.

Jungkook hissed as he immediately got into an attacking stance, but you quickly placed a hand on his arm as you watched jin’s expression.

If anyone could change her mind. It would be jin.

“just say you’ll be on our side and we can forget about all this shit…solar…just come back to the solar I met in the park that day” you pleaded as you let your guard down hoping she would too for just a second.  

Jin’s eyes lit up as he looked between the two of you.

“I’m sorry y/n…I can’t do that” she said as she raised the gun and pointed it towards you.

Before either you or Jungkook could react, jin swooped in and jumped in front of you, his arm clutching Jungkook’s ready to protect him too if need be.

“solar stop” jin whispered, his eyes full of disappointment and pity.

“jin get out of the way!” she yelled at him.

“no…haven’t we been through enough” he sighed

Solar’s hand shook as jin slowly approached her, making sure to stay in the way of you and her bullets “you already have enough blood on your hands” he whispered as he placed his hand over her gun.

“jin…I’m doing this for us! I’ve done all this for us!” she cried as her voice was filled with desperation.

“shhh…its okay. Just…let them go okay? We’ll figure it out” he cooed as he brought her into his chest, the both of them crying as they held each other closely.

“go” he said strongly as he turned his head to the you. standing there for a moment before slowly exiting the room without a word you pitied the both of them as their love story had a doomed ending.

as you and Jungkook moved further away a sudden gunshot had you turning back in fear. The once smiley girl you had comforted in the park flashed before your eyes as you could have only imagined what had happened.

You already knew who had been shot.

As jin emerged from the door your bottom lip quaked as you tried to find the words to say.

“I had to do it…she…she was getting out of control…” he cried as his eyes were glued to blood covered hands.

You fully turned to jin, know afraid of what his next move was. His hands were shaking, and his heart clearly broken.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry that this happened to you guys and- “he started before chocking on more of his tears.

You slowly moved a step closer to him as your eyes moved to the gun he was clutching in his hands.

Slowly, jin moved the gun against his temple, his eyes clenched closed as his whole body shook with so much emotion. Your hearted pounded against your chest as you moved closer to jin trying not to provoke him to do anything haste.

“jin…jin please…hasn’t there been enough death, you deserve so much more and…I don’t know what you’re going through right now…but I can imagine” you said trying to find the right words to comfort him but finding it so difficult.

Out of everyone…jin had been through the most. Jin deserved none of what he was going through.

“y/n I have no one” he cried out as his eyes opened, his pain contagious with a single look.

“that’s not true. Because now you have us. And I know people who would love you in their life. There is no way I’m leaving you by yourself after this and there is no way I’m letting you die” you stated boldly as you stepped closer to him.

“jin look at me” you ordered as his eyes dipped to the floor. As he slowly rose his gaze to you, you walked closer and managed to get arm distance away.

“were friends now okay? And friends help friends” you said as you grabbed the gun from his grip. “and I’m going to help you every step through the rest of this shit storm okay?” you asked softly as your eyes watered.

The man in front of you was broken and you’d be damned if you let him stay that way.

“okay” he whispered as blinked away his final tears.

---

“thanks, Hoseok” you sighed as you watched a sleeping jin and a calmed Jungkook.

Hoseoks house was warm and uplifting almost as if it held a drop of sunshine within it.

“of course, you’re literally saving an entire race. If I can help any other way, just call me” he said as he placed his hands on your shoulders.

“you and Jungkook can take the spare bedroom on left there” he said as he turned to Jungkook who sat himself on the couch opposite the one jin was sleeping on. Without saying a word Jungkook dragged his feet over to the room, eager to get some rest.

“so…about jin” you asked as the two of you watched him. This was the calmest you had ever seen him, you just wished he could stay like this, but you knew once he woke up, the real world would hit him full force.

“don’t worry about it. Ill take good care of him” Hoseok answered with a wide smile.

You smiled at him before giving him a tight hug.

“Hoseok…I really need you to stay alive okay?” you asked randomly causing him to chuckle softly.

“I’m not going anywhere” he said softly as you pulled away.

Saying your goodnights, you snuck into the guest room wondering if in that short amount of time Jungkook had fallen asleep yet.

“hey” you whispered as you got into the bed.

You snuggled closer to Jungkook whose arms wrapped around you as if you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

“hey” he whispered before placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.

This kiss was calming. Even though it was short and the shit you had going on would not rest; you felt at ease with Jungkook’s touch. You were exhausted; emotionally and physically exhausted.  

“I’m sorry all this is happening” Jungkook whispered as you lay your head on his chest. You hummed softly as you listened to his heart beat.

“its not your fault” you answered as you felt sleeping taking over your body.

Jungkook didn’t reply as the both of you drifted of to dreamland. Hoping for good dreams, you only received inner fear.

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Your eyes shot open as if they had been closed for an eternity. Your head turned towards the not so closed curtains and how the dark of night appeared blue to you due to the lights of the city.

Your heart yearned for home, but your brain buzzed against it…you knew that’s where she would be.

You could feel it. She was waiting for you.

The need for this all to be open send a rush of adrenaline through you as you slowly removed yourself from Jungkook.  Making your way from the safety of Hoseoks home you made sure you had the remote given to you or this very purpose. It was time to end this.

--

As you rode up your elevator it felt as If your home was no longer your home. A feeling that should be so familiar instead felt strange and wrong.

There it was. A door you had opened countless times.

Taking a deep breath, you moved forward, hoping yet also hoping she wasn’t awaiting your arrival.

Entering the house slowly the first thing you saw was yeonjung standing with her back towards you as she gazed down at the city as if they were peasants.

“beautiful view you have” she spoke. For a moment it felt as if you were talking to a normal stranger. One who didn’t hold such hate and evil in their heart. As you pressed the button on the remote as discretely as possible you moved forward slightly, letting the door close behind you.

“why are you doing this?” you asked softly. Neither of you seemed to be in a mood to hurt the other just yet. But both of you knew how it was going to end.

“because y/n…superiority. Something you and many others don’t seem to understand” she stated as she turned around to face you.

“superiority? Over hybrids?” you asked as she moved towards you.

“yes. Me and you, were the same. Were on the same team, why are you fighting me?” she asked softly as she folded her hands.

You looked at her in shock, questioning why she would as such a stupid question.

“you’re joking right?” you asked causing her to burst out in laughter.

“we humans are the dominant race. Its simple. They belong to us. Nothing more than mere entertainment for US. Why should they be allowed the same treatment as us when they are so obviously below us?” she explained as if you were the stupid one.

“wow” you whispered as you stared at her in confusion. “you’re just a bitch” you stated boldly as she smirked at you.

In a swift movement she managed to push you against a nearby wall, smacking your head against it with the intent to kill.

Lucky for you your shoulder managed to take most of the hit, allowing you to strike her back as you jabbed her in gut and threw her backwards.

“do you know your sister is dead because of you?!” you outburst as she rose again. “her own lover killed her because of the madness you had driven her too!”

She laughed before trying to strike you again, dodging her hits you couldn’t deny how uncomfortable her mad laughing was.

“I would have done it eventually, at least that’s one thing I can tick off my list” she shouted back at you.

To busy being disgusted you paid little attention to how close she was to you. pushing you up against a wall with her hand tight around your throat you finally were able to take a good look at the woman in front of you.

All you saw…was evil.

“its over now anyway, we were better than you and you lost” you sneered as she tightened her grip. The comment seemed to anger her.

“I have eyes and ears everywhere! You think I didn’t know that Namjoon was hiding the two of you! you think I didn’t know Jimin had leaked information! I have more people on my side then you’ve seen in your worthless little life!” she yelled as she tightened her grip on your throat.

You struggled against her grip as your hand scratched against her arm, trying to break free of her hold. “then why didn’t you win” you croaked, refusing to stop provoking her even in the situation you were in.

“I don’t understand why Jungkook would go for someone as weak as you. you don’t know what being an owner means! You don’t know how to control your pet” she scoffed as she bashed your head against the wall again, sending your mind whirling into a mess.

You smiled cheekily as you watched Jungkook sneaking up on her in the background, his stealth way beyond anything you could’ve imagined as you didn’t even notice him come in; the loss of oxygen not making it clear if you were hallucinating or not, but you knew in your heart you were right.

“he’s not my pet” you whispered as she studied you in confusion.

In a swift movement Jungkook smashed the metal vase across her skull. It was almost as if all his hatred and pain throughout the years had been harboured into one hit.

As her body fell to the ground a weight was lifted off your shoulders, it was a feeling that words alone could not describe.

Jungkook swiftly caught you as yeonjungs hand was finally released from your throat but it was also the thing that was keeping you upright.

“are you okay?” Jungkook asked, his tone soft as he checked every inch of your body.

“Jungkook” you whispered as you cupped his cheek with your hand. A relieved sigh escaped your body as you finally realised it was all over.

Resting your forehead against his you thanked god that this boy who you had fallen head over heels for as finally safe.

“why would you leave by yourself, that was so stupid. You could have gotten hurt” he scowled as the two of you sat against a wall, final able to relax for a second as you awaited police.

“I love you” he declared as you relished in the serenity of the situation. “I love you so much”.

“I love you too” you smiled as you pulled your head away from his. “I guess its finally over hey”. his smile was soft, but you could see the love in his eyes as clear as day.

“it feels weird…I won’t have to look over my shoulder anymore” he confessed as he clutched your hand in his ignoring the way the police bombarded in on your moment.

“no more spy missions either” you sighed as the two of you stared off into the distance.

Watching policeman rush around the place, collecting both evidence and their criminal gave you a sense of peace. Knowing the world was a safer place and that you aided in that made you feel like a good human being.

“back to Hoseoks I guess. Everyone’s waiting for you, I think they’ll be glad when we tell them the news” Jungkook smiled, finally settling with what had just happened.

You hummed in agreement and let the boy scoop you up into his arms and walk you out of the chaos. It was finally over. Everything was finally over…but you knew you could never be fully at peace until you got the reaction of a certain individual.

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With the roses in your hand you walked through the hallways looking at each room number as you approached your destination.

“26” you repeated to yourself as you bathed in in the scent of hand sanitizer and medical gloves.

Knocking on the door before entering, you slowly pushed the large wooden door to see a smile you would never take for granted for the rest of your existence.

“did we win?” Namjoon asked as his eyes sparkled brightly.

All you could do was giggle in response before trying to stop him from completing his happy dance as his bones were still fragile.

“you did it Namjoon” you said proudly as you placed the roses down on the table beside him.

“I couldn’t have done it without you guys, Jimin would be proud” he responded as he laid his head back on his pillow.

You nodded your head in agreement. The future was looking bright for everyone and even though you lost so much along the way the relationships you had were strengthened and you couldn’t wait for life to continue.

“you’re right…Jimin would be proud”.

 THE FINAL EPISODE COMES OUT ON THE 6th! SO THIS FRIDAY AT 8:30pm AUSSIE TIME <3

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Congratulations, HONEY! You’ve been accepted for the role of PARIS with a faceclaim change to Luke Pasqualino. Admin Jen: I had high expectations for Priam as he’s such a nuanced, multi-faceted character but you exceeded them by leaps and bounds, Honey! You captured all the concepts that I was hoping to see someone explore and unravel such as his identity, search for purpose and moral ambiguity and you added all these little details that built off of that but also made the characterization wholly yours. My favorite one was the detail regarding his knack for fixing up cars and the backstory you built off of that in terms of his family’s corporation. I can honestly keep going for hours because there was just too much to love about your app. It’s left me absolutely thrilled to see how you’ll develop him on the dash! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Honey

Age | 22

Preferred Pronouns | She/Her

Activity Level | I’m a final year college student who’s doing a short film as my final project, which might take up some time. But I’m taking less classes this semester so that kind of evens out the workload a little. I’d place my activity level at about a 6 (maybe even 7 if I’m feeling particularly inspired) out of 10.

Timezone | GMT +8

Current/Past RP Accounts | apcstasies.tumblr.com

In Character

Character | PARIS ; Priam Taravella (FC: Luke Pasqualino)

What drew you to this character?

The fact that everything about Priam is manufactured, a carefully curated collection of personality traits and mannerisms that he can turn on and off at will whenever it suits his purpose. By all intents and purposes – be it business or personal – Priam is a self-made man. But even though his perfectly-crafted veneer is his greatest strength, paradoxically, it is also his biggest weakness. There is a void inside him, a hollow point that eats away at him. It is a slow decay, but it consumes nonetheless. Personally, I feel that this emptiness he feels is a lack of human connection, and for all his ambition and apparent desire to rise to power, what he truly seeks is a sense of belonging. Priam wants so badly to be seen, but ironically the way he makes himself visible is by putting on a mask.

I feel like he probably struggles a lot with his upbringing and his resentment towards his parents. On the one hand, he’s very aware that as far as childhoods go, his isn’t terrible. He grew up extremely privileged and never wanted for anything (besides his parents’ affection, but that’s besides the point). Sure, it sucked that his parents were distant and that he’s had all these expectations placed on his shoulders from such a young age, but Priam is very aware of the fact that there are many people who would give anything to trade lives with him. He was deeply unhappy with his life growing up, and when he was younger he had been more inclined to complain about how much he hated his life, as children are wont to do, but then everyone around him constantly reminded him how lucky he was and so he learned to bury his discontentment. He carried his unhappiness inside him like a cancer, letting it fester until he was sick with it.

I also find his potential struggles with self-identity to be a compelling part of his character. At what point does the mask become the man? When does the line between the part he plays and his true self start to blur? Does he ever catch himself in the middle of a moment and think–– am I still pretending, or is this truly the man that I have become?

+ Bonus: I just find it amusing that he’s named Priam.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character?

TENDER LIKE A BRUISE

Love is an abstract concept that Priam can’t quite grasp and it shows. Still, there is a part of Priam that believes in love. Perhaps it is because he’s never had it that he wants it this badly, or perhaps it is the way he’s heard Julianna speak of love. Romantics talk about all-encompassing love, the kind of love that consumes you until you can think of nothing else except your dearly beloved and being with them. Priam is no stranger to being consumed, except it is poison that fills his veins and a monster within that eats at him inside out. As a teen, he’d thought that he could fill the void inside of him with love, only he never quite understood what love meant. He’d confused love with lust and, sleeping with girls, and boys, and girls and boys, but even if it kept the hunger at bay for a little while, the emptiness alwayscrept back in. Whether Priam realises it or not, he wants Juliana to be the one who might finally be able to carve a home in his ribs. Maybe they’re not in love, but when he’s with her, something in his chest settles, and maybe, maybe, maybe, that will be enough.

WE MUST BE KILLERS

Priam’s never had much of an appetite for violence, but if there’s anything he’s learned from his parents, it’s that the means are always justified by the ends. And if that’s the case, then what’s a little bit of spilt blood in the grand scheme of things? But just because he can understand the necessity for violence doesn’t mean he’s any more willing to be an active participant. He’s a hypocrite and a coward; he may not ever be the one pulling the trigger, but he is the one who looks away and lets it happen. It makes the ugly parts of the job easier to stomach, soothes his conscience some. But things are changing, tensions are rising, to remain passive is to bare your neck your enemy and pray they won’t tear your throat out. Priam is a survivor, and if it comes down to killing someone or being killed, he knows which side of the line he wants to fall on. He’s a liar, he’s manipulative, he’s ruthless –– he’s never been a killer, but perhaps it’s time to change that.

SHIFTING IN THE LIGHT

Despite being neck-deep in the corruption of Verona, he likes to think that he has some morals, or at least a sort of ethical code that he follows. People like him are the worst, criminals who refuse to acknowledge themselves as such. For Priam, part of the reason is pride, but fear is a factor as well, even if he won’t admit it. He had been the one to go to Cosimo, and the man has always treated him as something of a son, but sometimes he does wonder if he’s sold his soul to the devil and it’s days like those that he can’t bear to look himself in the eyes. But Priam can’t run from the person he’s become forever. One day he’s going to look in the mirror and not recognise himself, and he’ll wonder if maybe the mask is stuck, or if he’s just become the mask. He’s grown into a man, hardly recognisable as the little boy he used to be, and only time will tell whether that’s a good or bad change.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character?

Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve killed off one of my characters : )))

(That means yes, please feel free to kill Priam.)

In Depth

In-Character Interview:

• What is your favourite place in Verona?

“My favourite place?” Priam echoes. The slight twist of his lips hints at amusement, but it is the sort of indulgent humour one might direct at a particularly precocious two-year-old. It’s an expression that borders on condescension, but the reporter is either oblivious to it or doesn’t much care, continuing to watch him with expectant eyes. Over the years Priam has found that people are usually too enamoured by his pretty face to really notice the ugly parts of him that lurk underneath the surface, and it feels like a challenge, almost –– sometimes he toes the line just to see how much he can get away with by virtue of being young and beautiful.

“You’re standing in it,” he finally answers, the words accompanied by a vague sweeping gesture of his hand, inviting the reporter to take a proper look at the garage they’re currently in. This is the first time anyone other than him has been in there, and a part of Priam tingles with the wrongness of a stranger in a space that had before this been only for him. Still, it’s a small sacrifice he has to make. People love to be reminded that the rich are regular people with regular hobbies behind the glamour of wealth, and if Priam throws them a bone now, it’ll keep them from digger further into other truths he’d rather not divulge. “I apologise for the mess, by the way,” he adds, allowing a sheepishness he doesn’t actually feel to seep into his voice, “I probably should have cleaned up a little, but it slipped my mind. Don’t usually let people in here, y’know?” Hook, line, and sinker, Priam thinks, watching the man flush slightly at the implication that he’s the exception.

• What does your typical day look like?

“A lot of paperwork,” he answers with a laugh, and then, “No, really. I left Taravella Corporation because I got tired of sitting around in an office all day. Albeit it was a very nice office, but I’ve always been more of a hands-on kind of guy.” He pauses to pick up a wrench from his worktable, pretending not to notice the double entendre, or the way the reporter’s gaze catches on his fingers as they wrap around the shaft of the wrench.

“I traded aerospace for automotive, thinking with a smaller company I’d get to be more involved with the actual manufacturing process, but I still spend most of my day signing papers.” He looks up from the car then, sharing a wry smile with the reporter before adding, almost cheekily, “Except now I get to do it in a smaller office.” Despite the reporter being the only other person in the room, Priam lowers his voice anyway, letting the reduced volume provide the illusion of candour. “Some might say it’s a downgrade, but it’s nice to have a space that finally feels like it’s mine. It sounds silly, but back at T-Corp, I always felt like I was just messing around in my old man’s chair.”

“Anyway,” he says, talking normally once more, “After work I like to grab some drinks with my friends, maybe dinner with my fiancée if I end early enough. I’m really not all that different from other guys in their twenties.” If other guys his age routinely met up with members of one of Verona’s most well-known mobs, of course, but he decides to leave that last bit off the record.

• What has been your biggest mistake thus far?

“I accidentally wore mismatched socks to work once,” he deadpans, and then more seriously, “I suppose it depends on how one defines ‘mistake’, but to me, a mistake is something you wish you could undo.” He ducks under the open hood even as he continues to talk despite previously having made it a point to make eye contact whenever he answered a question, knowing that the reporter will interpret it as him feeling more comfortable being honest when he’s not actually looking at the person he’s talking to.

“For a while, I had wondered if leaving the family business had been a mistake,” he admits, sounding genuine even as he lies through his teeth. Priam had never been more sure of anything, determined to forge his own path to the top without the burden of his family’s legacy weighing him down. “But that worked out pretty well for me, I’d say, so no regrets there.”

• What has been the most difficult task asked of you?

“Picture this––” he starts, “You’re five years old and your father brings you to work.” It’s perhaps his earliest memory of his father. Before that, the man had been a mere spectre in Priam’s life, the bogeyman that his nannies had used to keep him in line. Your father wouldn’t want you to use that word, or keep your voice down, your father’s resting in his office. That day at Taravella Corporation’s main office had been the first time they’d spent more than half an hour in the same room. Back then, Priam had thought it had been some sort of a father-son bonding experience, but he knows better now.

“He showed me around, brought me to all the different departments before he took me to his personal office. There, he said to me: this will all be yours someday.” On some nights, he can still hear his father’s voice, still remembers grappling with the realisation that he’s not so much a son as he is the heir to an empire he never asked for. It’s not a happy memory, but he recounts the tale with a carefully calculated smile that’s just this side of sheepish and a half-shrug, proud and self-deprecating all at once, “That’s quite a lot to ask of a young boy, don’t you think?”

• What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?

War. It’s such an ugly word, but there’s hardly any point debating the reporter’s choice of words when it’s the truth. Priam is under no illusions –– while the interview might have been disguised as a spread on one of Verona’s most successful young entrepreneurs, this one question is the true crux of it all. But he wouldn’t be such an invaluable piece on the Capulets’ chessboard if he hadn’t been well-versed in the art of lies and half-truths, and that ability is sure to serve him well now.

“If you think that I have anything profound to say just because I’m engaged to Juliana, then I’m afraid you’re mistaken.” He places his wrench back down, walking away from the open hood of the car to lean against the passenger side door instead, allowing the reporter an unobstructed view of him. His stance is carefully neutral, arms at his side, nothing in his posture to suggest that he has anything to hide. “I’m a businessman, I make and sell cars,” he starts, but knows that there’s no way he can get away with not commenting on the issue at all. “That being said, my family has always been close to the Capulets, so. Whatever Cosimo and Juliana are doing, I trust that they’re doing the right thing.”

“Speaking of my fiancée––” Priam straightens up suddenly, his tone returning to it’s earlier light-heartedness as his lips pull into a grin. “I’m supposed to meet her for lunch today, and I should probably wash off all this grease before I do that. I assume we’re done here?” It’s phrased as a question, but combined with the slight raise of a single eyebrow, it’s clear that it’s a dismissal more than anything else. The reporter’s smart enough to catch on, nodding in agreement as he thanks Priam for his time.

Extras:

Taravella Corporation is an aerospace engineering company, mostly dealing with the manufacturing of commercial planes, but they have the occasional military contract as well as an R&D department that’s looking into space travel

After leaving T-Corp, Priam went and set up Argentum, an automotive engineering company that produces some of the most innovative luxury cars in the world

In his youth, Priam had a brief stint with street racing. It had been an attempt to distract himself from the gnawing emptiness inside of him, and for a while it worked. Now, occasionally he’ll drive over the speed limit, but he’s not nearly as reckless anymore

Really good at poker but we’ll probably never actually get to see this in a thread (besides maybe a passing mention) because I have no idea how to play poker despite having been taught multiple times

Sexy and he knows it !

I wish I could end this app on a more coherent and/or profound note but it’s 4 in the morning and I just want to write a fake ass hoe whose entire existence can be boiled down to: was unloved as a child and now has no idea how basic human emotions work

He tries though, really

[kurogenesis]

What can I say?

Certainly can’t say I didn’t see this coming. Well, might as well get down to it, eh, @adobsonartworks? (I do so wish I could actually tag you, maybe at least let you try to defend yourself). Fair warning, this post is going to get excessively wordy, as I am wont to do. So, first off, it’s a pity you’re so eager to just mash the block button when confronted with someone who disagrees with you. I didn’t even get the chance to see your response before you had blocked me on Twitter - hell, I didn’t even know you HAD responded before you decided to hammer that block button. Luckily for me I can see your response simply by not being logged in to twitter. You made the claim that men never get harassed off of twitter - and made the implication that your claim can be applied across all social media - when you yourself provided not one, but two examples - Ahmed Best and Jake Lloyd - being on the receiving end of harassment so brutal that it nearly drove the former to suicide and led the latter to gave up acting entirely.

And you’re awfully quick to turn around and dismiss something that happened 18 years ago, when you had made a comic about Star Wars related harassment campaigns just over a month ago. A comic that by the end of the month, you yourself said could be considered a failure because you had no profit to show for it - something you could have at least given an attempt to remedy. You have a Patreon - I’ve seen the page, that’s a nice 30 bucks a month you’re getting, and yes it was easy to figure out that you’re getting an average of less than two dollars per patron; you may not list the amount on the page, but your goals are still based on money, and you explicitly list $50 for the first goal - and I’ve heard you have a Kofi account, but I’ve never done anything with that site. If you wanted money, you could have easily linked either or both of them to that post - or any other artwork post - and I’m sure there would be people more than happy to throw some more cash your way. Clearly I struck a nerve by bringing that up. Which is a great way to transition into the real meat of the post; I just wanted to give the response I had been denied because you choose to turn with your tail between your legs rather than actually have a discussion. Can’t really stick to your request to remain “on topic” when you immediately excise me from the conversation. Anyway, let’s talk about you, sir. So far you’ve blocked me on Facebook after a back and forth about TotalBiscuit, on Tumblr after I sided with @the-specksynder against your opinion that punching Nazis is the way to go - you didn’t even bother to try and respond to that one - and now on Twitter after a brief back and forth on harassment. The only time I got even remotely nasty was calling you a “petulant little shit” at the beginning for the first of those three, and I will fully admit that’s because I was legitimately angry when I started that back and forth - raking the dead over coals like that is one of the few things that legitimately pisses me off. But that’s the kind of person you are. You’re not interested in debate or having your ideas challenged. You’re not interested in testing your worldview or adjusting it when someone suggests you might be wrong. I advised you to take a look at the RecastBatwoman hashtag, and based on some comments on Facebook - yes, I really can actually see all your public posts on there and on Tumblr, the only thing you’ve succeeded in doing is silencing critics - you did take me up on that, and for this I applaud you... but you proceeded to wrap the tinfoil fedora around your head ever tighter rather than consider that you might be wrong.

Looking over your history on the internet - your current history on Tumblr, Facebook, and Twitter, as well as your former Twitter and DA accounts, of which many screen shots exist - this is a pattern of behavior for you. And it’s one that runs deep, because you have never let yourself move on from the past (only claiming to when it is convenient for you to do so). You continually blame others for your own shortcomings rather than just own up to your mistakes and genuinely make an effort to change. I will be perfectly honest - if you genuinely made an effort to change yourself for the better, then I would forgiven you of your past mistakes. But that’s the core of your problem - you don’t try to grow. You don’t try to move forward. I don’t know at what point it happened, but at some point in your life you allowed your anger, your envy, your hatred, your negativity to claw its way into you and start dragging you down, further and further into the festering abyss. It’s why you think exclusively in sides, black vs white, the way a child does. It’s why you don’t believe your political opponents can genuinely change. It’s why you hold on to every little slight. You yourself have outright stated to - at least at one point - have kept a running list of those who have “wronged” you in some way, as if that is actually a healthy thing to do. It’s why you think of the world as such an evil, hate-filled place - because that’s all you can see any more. 

You advocate violence against those you fear would destroy you - a show of force to cow them into submission. But while shock and awe may work for military warfare, the war you choose to wage is not one of bombs and bullets, but of ideas and beliefs. Such a war is won through changing the hearts and minds of those around you. You claim to want to fight hate - but the only tool you have is your own hatred - and just as you cannot extinguish a fire with more flame, you cannot destroy hatred with more enmity.

I suppose at the end of the day that’s the fundamental difference between you and me. Once a upon a time I was not so different from you. I was bullied, I was angry, I held contempt in my heart for so many things. I came to hold dearly to one side of the political spectrum, convinced that they could do no wrong. I can’t really pinpoint any one thing that changed it, but I let go of my hate and anger years ago. Do I still find myself getting angry and spiteful? Yeah, of course I do. I’m not perfect. But I don’t hold on to those feelings. I don’t let them consume me. Because I realized that we shape the world we live in. If we sow hatred and ugliness, we will reap hatred and ugliness. The only way to create a world of love and beauty is to go out and put a little love and beauty into it. Yeah, the world has a lot of awful to it. But we may as well give our best effort to do good, otherwise it will never be better.

I suppose I’ve let this get wordy enough, so I might as well wrap it up with a little quote from John Lennon - “You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you will join us, and the world will be as one.”

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Can you say how to draw female and male hair? I really love your art, your style is so ... Fluffy? XD

@manekiesorry this took me so long to answer, ive been pretty busy and havent had time to sit down and draw some examples until now!I will start out saying that ive never formally studied hair, so all this will just be my knowledge on stylized hair and how i draw it!

Jumping right into it, the first thing I think about when drawing hair is where the hair is going to part. I decide on the point the hair will start from (represented by the red dot) and then decide what direction I want the hair to go. In this case I’m drawing straight hair in a side part + bangs. When drawing bangs, its important to take note of the hair line. In my head, I separate the bangs from the body of the hair since they don’t follow the main part of the hair but rather start at the hairline. 

From here I sketch out the sections of hair, using the arrows as a directional guide. You want to think of hair in terms of sections rather than strands. Like any form, breaking the form into parts makes it easier to visualize and draw. I like to think of each section of hair as a ribbon when I’m blocking out the basic shapes. It’s much easier to figure out how hair will twist and turn, especially when in motion or as seen in curly hair, when you visualize it as a bunch of ribbons or streamers radiation from a central point. 

Here, you can see the sections I divided the hair into more clearly. I use directional lines to give me a basic idea of how the hair is falling but most of the hair is still in chunks. 

In this image I’ve outlined the two main sections of the hair (excluding the bangs which can be considered a third section). The line the blue arrow is pointing to is where the part of the hair is and the rest of the blue outlines how half the hair falls into a sheet over the shoulder. The purple outline is of course the other half of the hair that comes out of the part. The purple arrow is pointing to a “crease” in this section of the hair. I’m not sure how to describe this well, but still thinking in terms of a ribbon, the ribbon is folding over itself because it is not completely flat. Hair acts the same way; it will overlap itself, especially when the hair is parted to the side. Sorry if that’s confusing, but basically just know having lines coming out of the part helps emphasize it so your hair isn’t all over the place!

Lastly, I’ve separated the hair further into even smaller sections, though I personally don’t put a lot of detail into my hair so you can see I still have a lot of chunks left. It’s up to you whether you want to push further with this, it’s time consuming to continuously separate the hair, but if executed right it can make your art really pop! However, I prefer simplifying my hair both to save time and just because it fits my style better!In this stage as well, I’ve added strands of hair that go against the direction of the rest of the hair. Hair is almost never perfectly rounded or neat so having strands that stick out or move in an opposite direction can help make it look more natural over all! I also decided to make the part where the nape of the neck comes through a little more evident than the draft to make it clear that it is separating there.

As for the “fluffy” aspect in my style and more specifically the hair I draw (thank you btw that’s such a sweet compliment!) I use rounder shapes and curves to make hair look bouncy or fluffy! Actually, I can’t draw super short, straight hair well because I just love drawing floofy bangs and hair too much.. but its fine because short hair tends to lift away from the rest of the head anyway haha

I wont go into much detail for this hairstyle since its essentially the same process but some final advice: It’s always good to draw the head shape before drawing hair. In stylized art/anime especially, hair tends to poof out from the head but that doesn’t mean the head isn’t there. You still need to follow the basic shape of the head and consider how hair falls over it. 

I hope this helped a little! I’m sorry this is such a simplistic tutorial and for the rough drawings, I’d like to go over hair in motion and hair when its pulled back/up or curly but I feel like those need to be in a separate post ;v; maybe i’ll do those at a later date if anyone wants to see those~you can find more of my tutorials/tips here!