#and the 'wait for them to regain consciousness so the punishment can continue' bit is just plain brutal

[befuddled-calico-whump]

ended up on the Corporal Punishment wikipedia page while doing some research and

#looking at it from a point of history its a terrible thing to have been inflicted on actual people #from a fictional perspective though... some pretty good ideas for the whump community #whump #whump prompts #whipping tw #flogging #'flogging around the fleet' is something i didn't know was a thing #and the 'wait for them to regain consciousness so the punishment can continue' bit is just plain brutal

[intelligence-networking-division]

>INSERTING TAPE ONE

>PLAY FROM BEGINNING

>INTERVIEWERS: LOUIS BOUCHER, [REDACTED] HUMBOLDT

>INTERVIEWEE: SISYPHUS MONROE

>PLAY TAPE

...

The tape began with Louis half talking to himself and half talking to Humboldt, discussing whatever came to mind such as whatever their respective teams have been up to and the robots they planned on interviewing.

“And you’re sure the schedule is set up correctly?” Humboldt asked. “We know who will be interviewed first?”

“Yeah, we do!” Louis replied with a wide grin on his face. “We have a ‘spybot system’ that will be arriving soon.”

“Good, alright. Hopefully this will go smoothly for everyone.” He replied. The medic was aware that some questions may be a bit touchy, and the last thing he wanted was for the interviewees to become distressed or uncomfortable. The same could be said for the scout that sat next to him at the interview table.

Not even after a minute of waiting, a knock was heard at the door, sounding like metal clanging against metal as politely as it could.

“Excuse me?” A soft-spoken yet flat toned voice asked as the door creaked open. “We are here for the interview.”

“Oh! Come in!” Louis chirped as he quickly grabbed his clipboard and got ahold of his pen. The spybot entered the room and nervously adjusted the bow on her hat before taking a seat at the table, which had a bowl of quarters in the center of it for comfort.

“We hope the commute here wasn’t too troublesome. Thank you for deciding to participate.” Humboldt said.

“To give a quick run down,” He continued, “Theres three sets of questions based in three categories. We’ll ask you all the basics first, simple questions like your name, model, and so on. You can opt to skip any questions you feel uncomfortable asking.”

“Understood.” The spybot replied. “I should also notify you off the bat that I share my body with three other individuals, although you are not obliged to interview them as well.”

"That was completely fine!" Louis spoke up. "If they want to be interviewed, that's absolutely something that can happen."

Humboldt nodded in agreement. "It doesn't take very long to set up a time for that. We'd encourage it, but again it is not something any of them are forced to do."

"Understood." She said again, as if it were the only reply she was allowed to make. "I will discuss this with them once the interview is over. On that note, I am ready to begin."

"Great!" Louis said as he clicked his pen. “So to start off, name and preferred pronouns?”

“Sisyphus… she/her.”

The pause was like if she were trying to figure out if it was safe enough to tell them, like a looming, judgmental figure that didn’t exist was always right behind her.

Humboldt nodded in response before asking the next question. “If you can recall, what is your date of production and the date you gained sentience? This is optional and can be approximate.” He continued.

Sisyphus thought about the question, trying to approximate when exactly the system came to be. “I do not know when we were produced, but I do know we originally gained sentience sometime in late 1972.”

She hesitated, unpleasant memories leaking into her mind, staining her consciousness like black acrylic paint dripping on to white cotton fabric. “Due to certain factors in our past that are no longer present, we have had to regain sentience multiple times, with the most recent instance of this being August of last year.”

The idea of repeatedly losing and regaining sentience both perplexed and disturbed Louis. From what he saw through Sisyphus’s stiff and emotionless demeanour, he estimated that she was mentally only in her mid teens.

“Would you mind elaborating on what these factors were?” Louis asked with hesitation in his voice, “Again, this is completely optional.”

Again, Sisyphus paused, figuring out how to word this as vaguely as possible while still giving a satisfying answer. “We were under the “care” of a malicious human who would take away our sentience as a form of punishment. I… do not know for certain why we continued to repeatedly regain it.” She admitted.

The prospect of such a punishment bothered both interviewers, though it began to make Humboldt wonder; When a robot lost sapience, was there still something that allowed for it to be regained? He wrote it down in a notebook while Louis wrote down the answers before speaking up.

“The case of sapience is still quite a mystery, as we’ve noticed. Regaining it again is yet another. We appreciate you deciding to share with us.”

“We can return to the general questions, if you would like?”

“I would like that, yes.” Sisyphus replied, a bit quicker than her previous replies.

“Of course.” Humboldt replied. “Next question is your model. This can be as specific as you wish, such as being a “basal” model or having a sort of specialization.”

“We are just a spybot.” She said. “No specialization that we are aware of.”

Louis nodded, writing down the answers on his clipboard before asking the final question for this round. “And are there any disabilities that you’re aware of?”

Sisyphus thought for a moment, wondering. “We have been informally diagnosed with an anxiety disorder. Though, I’m not sure if it could be considered a disability so much as a disorder.”

“A disorder qualifies under this as well, yes Now, I believe that is all for this section. Unless my colleague has any further questions?” Humboldt asked as he turned to face Louis.

“I don’t think so, no. Are we ready to move on?” He replied.

Sisyphus nodded. “I am ready.”

"These next questions, then, we have determined can be... difficult." Humboldt said with a wary tone in his voice. "They will be mostly discussing your own personal experiences, relations, and the like."

He continued, "Again, you may opt out of answering any that may strike you as too invasive or bring you discomfort. You are also free to cut the interview short should you experience any distress."

Sisyphus hesitated, considering whether or not she truly wanted to continue.

Finally, she came to a decision. "Understood." She said in that serious, unfeeling tone of hers.

Louis read through his notes as he spoke up again. "So, for this next round of questioning... You say three others inhabit this hull of yours, right? What's that like for you?"

Sisyphus thought about it, and how to best describe the experience to someone who may not be familiar with 'sharing'. "We have a... 'mental landscape' of sorts. Under ordinary circumstances I would spend most of my time there while Arthur controls the body, only occasionally being forced to take control."

"...However, due to the current circumstances, I have taken on Arthur's role for the time being. Typically only one of us is in control at a time, though others may spectate."

Humboldt nodded as he made a quick note in his notebook. "Next would be your relations with and views about others. This can be about anyone you feel comfortable discussing."

"I will admit," Sisyphus began. "At the moment I only have three at least partially positive relationships outside our head. The first would be Arthur's brother, Otto."

"I... have harmed him emotionally in the past," She admitted as guilt began to seep into her voice like syrup through a cloth. "But our relationship is improving."

"Second is our father, who is patient with us and Otto, for reasons that are beyond me. I enjoy his presence."

"Outside of family, I've begun to develop a relationship with a pink scoutbot. While she is occasionally expressive in ways that... frighten me for reasons related to my past, I greatly enjoy her presence."

"Pink scoutbot... Interesting!" Louis said while he fidgeted with his pen. "Are you aware of any other robots that deviate from the standard red and blue coat of paint like that?"

Again, Sisyphus thought, only recalling one other robot that matches Louis's description. "Just a green medibot, I believe."

"Hm... I believe I've met that one.' Humboldt said as he recalled. It was a little while ago, but he was glad to hear she was doing okay. "Given that you have mentioned that you have a guardian of sorts, is there anything else you'd like to bring up about him? Anything regarding how having a guardian might influence your day-to-day life?"

"Arthur has stated that he is the one that designed us robots."

"I feel as though we would be in a much worse place without him, likely living in the woods or under the "care" of a less unusually kind human."

"He... also aided me in having the courage to deviate from the identity I was given upon gaining sentience."

"How sweet..." Louis commented, feeling genuinely touched before remembering what he's supposed to be doing. "Anyways- apologies. I believe we're ready for the last round of questioning, unless Humboldt here has anything to ask?"

The doctor thought for a moment, and as far as he knew, nothing came to mind.

...Until.

He spoke up, "I have one question, actually. You said your father designed the robots, is he still working on such pursuits?"

Sisyphus shook her head. "Not that I'm aware of, no. Father is no longer employed under the man that created us robots."

A quiet sigh of relief came from Humboldt as he wrote something down. "Noted, thank you for answering." He replied. "Now, this next set of questions is more intensive, and we understand if you wish to answer none of them. They involve discussions of experiences with humans, Gray Mann, and the human mercenaries."

Humboldt figured these questions would cause more intense reactions in the robots, which is why he wanted to warn her ahead of time.

"Do you wish to proceed?"

"...These results will be published, correct?" Sisyphus asked. She hoped that maybe, just maybe, this would make more humans view robots as people. At the same time, she felt their efforts would be in vain, but she might as well help while she has the opportunity.

"They will be, yes. That is part of our process."

Humboldt paused to think. "If it does worry you, we can wait to publish your results until after we have more information from the others."

"Ah, no. No need." She reassured, taking a moment to let her fans whir. "I... I believe i am ready."

"Great!" Louis said as he sorted his clipboard. "So, other than your past experiences with that... less than desirable human, have you noticed that you're treated differently for being a robot?"

"No, but that's likely because I only tend to interact with Father and other robots. I do believe i would be treated differently if I ever chose to interact with humans other than yourselves and Father."

Humboldt nodded. "Alright, noted. What about your opinions regarding Gray Mann?" He asked, fully expecting this question to be avoided entirely by most robots, and he couldn't blame them.

"Its good that he's dead." Sisyphus responded bluntly. "As long as he was alive, no robot would be able to live without the constant threat of death looming over them."

Louis made a 'hm' sound while he tapped his gloved fingers on the desk. "To be fully honest with you, I'm glad he's not around, either. If I were to create a robot army and some of them turned out to be sentient, I would-" He cut himself off, realizing he's rambling again.

"...Apologies. Anyway, what are your thoughts on the mercenary you were modelled after?"

Sisyphus had her own thoughts on the matter, but for the time being she chose not to discuss them. "I don't have any in particular. The four of us have thoroughly detached ourselves from the idea of being a spy, and therefor at all related to the original spy."

"Hm... interessant" Humboldt muttered to himself before moving on. "I believe that concludes the questions, unless Mr. Boucher has something to ask? And of course, if there's anything you'd like to know, feel free to ask"

"If you call me that again I'm going to recoil into my own skin." Louis shot back. He absolutely did not expect to hate the nickname as much as he did. "Anyways, no. I don't have anything else to ask."

"I will take my leave, then." Sisyphus said as she got up from her seat, walking to the door and opening it up.

"Thank you for your participation. We appreciate it greatly." Humboldt said as Sisyphus left the room. "Should you have further comments to make, feel free to contact one of us."

"Noted, and goodbye." Sisyphus said before leaving the interview room, closing the door behind her.

>EJECTING TAPE ONE

#tf2 rp #📷 is this thing on? #INDposting #⚙️sentient bot interviews #physically xyz mercs #physically vampiric medic #physically blu friendlies #emotionally xyz mercs #emotionally anxious spybots

[draconic-ichor]

In the Steel Steeds Heart

Chapter 23: Desperate Passions

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, oral sex, penetrative sex, nipple play, nipple piercings, scars/stitches, fingering

Summary: Juniper is fully healed and ready to get back to one of their favorite hobbies!

Feedback appreciated. 18+. This is a smut heavy chapter

“What are we having tonight, love?” Heisenberg asked, sitting back in the wooden chair. He had returned from working to find her over the stove, a simmering pot filling the apartment with a delicate fragrance.

“Pilaf.” She answered sweetly.

“Ah…alright.” Heisenberg nodded, her answer not making anything more clear to him.

He cut open a cigar, lighting it and bringing it to his lips as he watched her.

She pulled two deep plates out of the cabinet, looking towards him, “Get anything exciting made today?”

He made a prideful rumble, speaking through the cigar, “Mhm. The Soldat Zwei is almost finished. Give the bastard one, maybe two, good days of work and he should be up.”

“They are the ones with two drills right?”

“Correct. Moved the reactor core to the back as well.”

“When are you starting the….the Pan..pan?” She couldn’t find the words, placing a glass of water and silverware on the table.

“The Panzer?”

“Yea that one! They looked big.”

“Oh, sweetheart, it will be.” He gave a devilish smile, “Gotta wait till I get a bastard built like a shit brick house for that one.”

“Like Sturm?” She scooped food into the deep plates.

“Unfortunately…yes.” He frowned, that creature still brought him nothing but grief.

Juniper placed a plate before him, before taking a seat with her own.

Fuck me…what is this?

Heisenberg gulped looking at the meal. It was a pile of rice with chicken, carrots, mushrooms and herbs mixed in. It smelled normal and appetizing but left much to be desired to the eyes.

Juniper took a bite, looking at him through narrow eyes.

“Love, did you make bread as well?” He asked hopefully.

“No, there’s rice in here.” She pointed her fork at him, “And vegetables. Eat it.”

He made a little grumble, tucking into his food. It tasted good, the rice made with the broth from the chicken and the herbs giving it a homely taste.

…Thank god.

Heisenberg thought, mercifully, as he started eating with more gusto. Juniper loved to cook, and loved seeing him eat what she made even more. But her passion for the craft was almost matched with her desire to strive to make each meal healthy. Even if it meant throwing in things that tasted like death to pack more nutrients into every meal.

Heisenberg didn’t know if it was her trying to curb his lack of anything healthy or some Devine  force punishing him for his terrible daily diet for decades. In any case, it was a small price to pay for her happiness.

He finished his plate, even going back for a second. On the way back to his seat he paused, giving Juniper a soft pat on top of her head with his free hand. She beamed up at him.

They spoke more of his upcoming Soldat plans over dinner. Heisenberg explained how the Panzers should be immune to most types of damage, save for heavier explosions. They would be risky to produce and time consuming but a good last line of defense.

“Will all the armor put stress on the core?” Juniper asked.

He nodded, “I’ll have to use the bigger exhaust port like on Sturm but take in the energy production per energy draw to the multiple drills.”

“So they don’t overheat?”

“Precisely. I don’t want them spitting fire like the big boy.” Heisenberg pointed out.

After Juniper cleaned up the mess from dinner, Heisenberg ushered her into the bathroom. She followed him, used to this routine, she pulled her dress off and sat on the sink. Heisenberg leaned  on his palms against the counter on either side of her, dipping in to give her a kiss. She deepened the contact, hands finding the sleeves of his button up shirt.

He gave a happy little rumble, pulling away enough to inspect her incision. She sat still, waiting as he looked her over with a critical eye. The infection was completely gone, the tissue a healthy healing pink.

“I can probably remove the stitches, if you’d like.” He concluded.

“Please.” She almost begged, “They itch.”

He stood, chuckling, “Itching is good, means it’s healing.”

He retrieved a sharp pair of scissors, pouring a bit of peroxide over the blades before kneeling before her once more. With careful cuts he snipped through the stitches, pulling them free with deft fingers.

He tossed them away one by one into the trash can. Juniper watched him with big eyes.

“Will it scar?” Juniper asked quietly.

“Afraid so, Darling.” Heisenberg frowned.

Her eyes looked glassy, glancing over the pinkish new tissue.

Heisenberg took her face in his hands, lifting her chin up to meet his gaze. She wilted a bit.

"What's up?" He asked, concern in his gaze.

"Hmm…" She almost didn't answer, looking away, "I don’t want you to think I’m ugly…I have really bad scars…”

“Are you fucking serious.” Heisenberg’s lips were a fine line, “Look at me.”

She met his eyes, him correcting her, “No look at all of me. Look at all the shit my body has been through.”

Her eyes wavered, scanning him over. He was covered in scars, his skin was a patchwork of pearlescent lattice, even his face sporting a few.

“I am a scarred, fucked up old man.” He said plainly, “You are so fucking beautiful. A few scars can’t change that.”

Her eyes watered, cheeks growing rosey.

His face split with a grin, “Have I ever hesitated to bend your ass over every flat surface in this factory?”

 “…no.” She mumbled.

“Don’t  you even start to think I don’t find you sexy as all hell, ok love?”

“Mmmm.”

“What?”

“You haven’t bent me over anything in months.” Juniper pouted in his hands.

Heisenberg looked at her a moment before throwing back his head and barking out with laughter.

“You were healing!” He bared his teeth playfully, “But you’re all fixed up now, how about I show you how much you drive me fucking wild?”

Juniper smiled, nuzzling into his cupped hands, “Please, master?”

“Oh Honey.” He almost purred, “Keep that up and you’ll be bedridden again.”

They made their way back to the bedroom, Heisenberg catching her up in a messy kiss. While she was distracted he removed the rest of her clothing, backing her up until her calves touched the bed.

He lightly pushed her back, Juniper making a little ‘oof’ as she hit the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows, smiling as Heisenberg fell to his knees before her.

He didn’t dive straight into her heat like she expected, instead pulling her by the ankles closer to the edge.

His eyes were dark and hungry as he dipped his head in to drop rough kisses up the length of her leg. Juniper shivered at the heat of his mouth as he trailed ever closer to the place she wanted him desperately.

His lips lingered on the softness of her inner thigh, sucking a dark blotch there. He pulled free with a wet pop, meeting her gaze. She was already flushed.

“I’m going to have to re-mark my claim on you.” He almost purred the words.

“Make me yours in every way.” She spoke sweetly.

“I plan to.” He promised, kissing upwards.

He dropped a kiss just above her clit, smiling when her breath hitched. She made a little sound of want when he pulled away, thrusting her hips up in an effort to urge him back. Heisenberg growled as his large hands found her legs, pushing her down against the bed.

Juniper whimpered, watching him move higher.

He kissed along her scar, eyes flicking up to meet hers. The new tissue was sensitive under his lips, his beard making her skin prickle.

“Fucking perfect.” He concluded when he covered its length, his hands forcing her thighs more apart, “Every part.”

“…stop.” Juniper’s cheeks reddened further.

“Oh no.” He gave a devilish smile, “No mercy for you my little wifey.”

She gave a little mewl at his tone, her core clenching air.

“I was looking forward to dessert all night.” His face split with a mirthful grin.

“Then come get it!” She bared her teeth a bit playfully

Heisenberg dove into her sex, eating her like a starving man. He was messy and forceful, causing her to melt in seconds. He growled into her flesh, already feeling her tighten under him. He pulled away, scoring his thumb over her clit as he licked slick from his lips, “Already such a damn mess for me.”

“It’s…it’s been a w-while.” She spoke between pants.

 “Too long.” He agreed, going back in.

He made sure to pull multiple orgasms from her with only his mouth and hands, stopping every so often to trail kisses up her abdomen. She was breathy and blissed out, completely forgetting her earlier self-consciousness.

He stood, giving her a moment of mercy. Juniper watched him, breasts quaking as she regained her breath. Her skin was already glistening with a light sheen of sweat, stray onyx curls stuck to her forehead. Heisenberg slowly removed each layer of clothing, almost making a show of it under her hungry gaze.

Finally kicking off his boxers he crawled onto the bed. The bed creaked under their combined weight as he loomed over her.

Juniper eager hands found him quickly, squeezing the thick ropes of muscle that made his arms.

“Pretty impressive eh?” He smirked cockily.

Her fingers slid upwards, fanning over his chest. She gave him a little devilish look as she found his only nipple piercing.

His breath hitched a bit as she toyed with it; coming almost unglued entirely when her head quickly dipped in to take the metal into her mouth.

The movement was almost too fast for him to react before the sensation rippled through his body. Juniper was spurred on when she saw how his body shivered in response, deepening the contact.

Heisenberg pushed her away, holding her down against the bed with strong hands. He swallowed, “That’s enough of that.”

Juniper licked her lips, the taste of metal and skin on her tongue, “Seemed to like it.”

He ground his teeth a bit, aware of his hard cock. He caught her lips up with his own before she could continue.

He kept her occupied, grouping down her body as he lined himself up. She gasped into his mouth when she felt the weeping tip bump her folds. He pulled away to brace himself over her.

“Fuck, I missed you.” His voice was low and almost wavering as he pushed into her. Juniper’s back arched, moaning as his cock stretched her out deliciously.

Her core was tight from the months without him.

He started pumping into her almost desperately, lifting her legs to hook around his waist. With the better angle he was able to reach deeper, rubbing against her g-spot with every thrust.

She clawed down his back, crying out every time their hips sloppily met together.

The sex was messy and raw, both needing to feel the release of pent up passions. Heisenberg groaned out breathily, hands finding purchase in the mattress to buck into her harder.

He felt her tense under him. “F-Fuck! Come for me Doll. Come on my cock!” He grunted out, moving a hand to her clit. His thumb scored quick circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Juniper buckled under him, sobbing out her release. A surge of slick coated his cock as her cunt clamped down on him.

She felt divine, like liquid velvet around him. Heisenberg became a mess of sounds himself, balls slapping into her ass roughly as he chased his own release.

His hips jolted, bottoming out in her. She felt him pulse as her insides were flooded with hot ropes of come.

She felt extremely full, bits of his release oozing out around his cock.

He settled over her, wanting to stay slotted within her walls. Catching her breath she pulled his face closer, peppering his jaw with kisses.

He gave a little rumble of amusement, letting her fawn over him.

~

They tangled into one another, the darkness filled with the sounds of their heavy breathes and soft moans. A hunger of the flesh deep in their minds. Words weren’t needed. Their touches, tinged with desperation for an act both had feared would be lost to them, was everything in that moment.

Skin to skin, a heartbeat felt under fingertips. The world outside the bed didn’t exist, the nightmares couldn’t reach them.

Heisenberg pressed his body against Juniper’s, his cock never leaving her. In the soft lulls between rounds of sex he held her close, wanting to feel over every inch of her. She thankfully held onto him, losing track of the hours. He nipped into the soft flesh of her throat, huffing out hotly when he heard her mewl.

He felt her tense under him as he rocked into her afresh. Juniper didn’t know how many rounds or orgasms they shared, the night becoming a blur of pleasure and overstimulation.

Eventually exhaustion overtook her and Juniper fell asleep against his chest. Heisenberg stayed fully inserted inside of her, softly tracing her spinal scar. Their bodies were stuck together with sweat, he could feel every breath and heartbeat of hers.

He let his mind wander to work. With the spring thaw here it would make collecting bodies from the grave easier, but also he would have to be much more on top of watching the village for casualties.

Juniper was his favorite distraction but she was a distraction nonetheless. He wouldn’t force her away, no, she gave him more purpose to strive to escape. She made his hunger to explore the world deeper, he wanted to give her a better life than the factory.

And he would give it to her.

#resident evil village #karl heisenberg #heisenberg x oc #re8 oc #heisenberg #in the steel steeds heart #resident evil #heisenberg smut

[wh0reforjsmh]

Lone Wolf

Summary: A lone she-wolf finds home in a new pack after a series of unfortunate events. As time passes, she slowly falls for the pack alpha and things take turn for the best as they finally find home in each other’s arms.

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x female reader

Genre: werewolf au, smut, fluff, angst

Warnings: violence, mentions of character death, cursing, breeding kink, knotting, size kink, overstimulation, degradation  

Word Count: 6k

Disclaimer: This is my first time officially writing a smut so please bare with me. Some information may not be correct but I had to change it a little to adjust with the story line so don’t come at me, please.

Keep running!

You run through the woods at full speed, ignoring the pain on the soles of your feet and the way the tree branches scratch your skin. Your wolf howls in panic, urging you to run faster and lose the group of vampires following you.

Two days ago, your pack had been ambushed by rogue vampires from the coven that marked the southern land. 

A little too much blood lust had them draining the life out of unsuspecting humans and their thirst for power had them killing off a few stray werewolves that hid themselves from society.

Banishment was their punishment but it didn't hinder them the slightest bit. In fact, it made them even more reckless and hungry for power.

And that's how they killed every last one of your pack members.

You had been tasked to gather a few herbs from a nearby valley to prepare for pack dinner. But the moment you got back, you sensed something wrong.

The atmosphere of the pack grounds had shifted and the cheerful chatter which could be heard within a half a mile radius was no longer present.

There were new scents in the air intermingling with those of your pack mates and instantly, you knew the reason. Vampires.

For centuries, vampires and werewolves had been mutual enemies but in the past few decades, a pact had been formed to prevent supernatural wars, a pact to live in harmony by compromising. It was simple, vampires and werewolves should never kill each other, a simple rule that can easily be carried out.

Whoever defies the agreement will be punished regardless of the reason. And the punishment varies depending on the coven or pack. However, the punishment given by the southern coven might have not proven to be a punishment at all considering the fact that their rogues continue to kill werewolves in the quest for power.

As soon as you heard the familiar howl of your alpha, your father, you ran. It was a distress howl to signal nearby pack mates to hide and protect themselves.

But vampires are agile and powerful, with sensitive hearing that could pick up the slightest of sounds.

And the sound that was emitted when you ran back through where you came from did not go unnoticed. In an attempt to save the remaining pack members, your father and the other alphas used their remaining strength to fight the vampires to give everyone else time to escape. And run you did.

Werewolves are quick on their feet, especially in their wolf form and they have relatively good hearing too. But compared to vampires, you don't stand a chance. You aren't quick enough and the fact that you aren't able to transform into your wolf form yet is another hindrance. And you can't detect their location through sound either.

But one thing you do have is a very good nose and you've been constantly sniffing the air out to pinpoint their position, enough so you could create some distance between you and them.

It's been 2 days since the incident and you've grown tired and weak, never stopping to catch a breath yet unable to suppress the drowsiness that crawls upon your consciousness.

You can't stop yet. You need to run as far as you can till you get help. That is if anyone is willing to help. Your pack has always been a little closed off from the outside world, preferring to keep to yourselves and live peacefully in the dense woods, far from civilization.

But that may prove to be a disadvantage with the way the woods seem endless as you continue to run, nobody in sight save for a few animals that scramble away at your abrupt presence.

You don't know how much longer you can take this, you've always been a weak omega with a small frame and less than average stamina and strength. With the energy you've exerted over the last few days, your body might start to cage in on itself.

"Little wolf," a voice calls out from behind and you gasp as you realize that the vampires are drawing near. "Don't be scared."

You continue to run, tears streaming down your face as you silently cry for help. You wolf is howling all over the place, stressed and gripped with fear.

You don't slow down through the chase despite the growing ache in your limbs and the burning in your lungs. _____

"Hyunjin," Jisung, the pack scout, calls as he stumbles into the main house, out of breath.

Hyunjin looks up at him from the kitchen counter, detecting the uneasiness in his voice.

"Did something happen?"

"I found a few new scents in the western border; they've just entered our land."

Hyunjin furrows his brows in thought. We're not expecting anyone.

"Rogue wolves?"

"I'm not sure. They're closing in though."

Hyunjin gets up from his seat. "Then we go meet them."

"What if it's a trap?" Minho comes into the living room, eyes sharp and guarded.

"Either way, we have to face them. We have a pack to protect and danger won't go away by itself."

"Wait," Jisung raises a hand to silence them, sniffing the air.  He has the best nose out of everyone in the pack hence chosen as the scout.

Hyunjin may have the best hearing but certain sounds can only be heard through a distance. And in this case, it won't help much.

"What is it?"

"The scents are different," Jisung mumbles, eyes closed in concentration. "There's a she-wolf but the rest are very different from hers."

“Pack mates?” Chan asks from his hunched position on the sofa.

“No, it’s different,” Jisung shakes his head. “I think it’s-”

"Vampires," Hyunjin growls lowly. "We leave now." _____   

Your legs are starting to give up on you as fatigue consumes you. Despite your inner protests, your body refuses to obey your commands any longer and you find yourself stumbling down the forest floor after tripping over a thick root, landing flat on your face.

Get up! Y/N, move!

You shakily anchor yourself up, putting weight on your hands but it proved to be futile as you end up falling again.

"Look who we have here."

Fuck.

"The little she-wolf has finally stopped to play," you can hear their chuckles from behind you and you inwardly scream in fright as you try to crawl away from them.

"You don't know when to give up do you?" a voice whispers in your ear and you almost scream from the pain that occurs not a second later.

The bastard had stepped on the back of your knee, putting pressure on it and causing a loud 'crack' to be heard.

You accidentally let out a whimper in pain, causing the vampires to chuckle in glee. Gosh, they're not only demonic but sadists too.

"Would you look at that, does the little wolf feel pain?"

"Fuck you," you manage to mutter but you're quickly shut with a vampire hoisting you to your feet by the back of your neck.

"That's not a very nice thing to say, is it?" he hisses before slamming your back against a tree trunk, hand wrapped around your throat and effectively minimizing your breathing ability.

You fight against his hold, scratching against his skin and thrashing your legs around. The vampire isn't fazed one bit by your actions, the glow of the sunlight illuminating his skin as he bares his fangs at you.

Whoever said vampires burn when they step out in the sun must have never met one. Because right now, in the evening sun, the vampires are still quite alive looking and powerful. Vampires don't burn in the sun, rather they're weaker in daytime compared to their powers in the night. And as the sun's starting to set, you fear that this may be your last breath.

"Quite beautiful, isn't it?" he laughs. "The wonders of nature."

You slowly stop fighting, the exertion causing you to slowly lose consciousness.

"That's it, let down your guard. It'll all-"

"Get your hands off her," a new voice speaks up and through your dazed state, you can see a few men standing by. The scent is akin to your pack and instantly you know.

Werewolves.

"She doesn't belong to you, Hwang," the vampire hisses in warning and the other vampires take an attacking stance, ready to kill.

"She may not belong to my pack but she is a werewolf," the man, Hwang, growls in return. "And I'm obligated to care for my kind, regardless of their status."

"She will not got with you."

"I wasn't asking. You've trespassed werewolf territory, my lands. Unless you want to end up headless, I suggest you leave."

"Never."

A split second was all it took but the moment you blinked, you find the vampire holding you captive lying still on the ground, head chopped off his body.

The hand squeezing your throat is gone and you gasp as you breathe in again, the rush of oxygen making you dizzy and you're unable to control yourself from falling over.

A pair of hands grab you before you fall to the ground, however, and you sigh in relief at the warmth surrounding your senses, unconsciously snuggling to the source of warmth and feeling safe at home.

"You're safe now," is the last thing you hear as you drift away to dreamland. _____   

You hear the sound of birds chirping in delight as you regain consciousness, memories flooding back into you one by one and you sit up instantly with a sharp intake of breath, gasping for air.

"Calm down, calm down," you hear a female voice say but you can't be bothered to question who it is, unable to focus om your surroundings and still struggling to breathe.

You're not sure if you heard right but you hear a door slam open and people shouting frantically.

Tears start streaming down your face as you recall the horrors you've faced for the past few days and the recollection worsens your breathing.

"Calm down, omega. You're safe here," a soothing voice says, stroking your hair. Unlike the first voice, it's of a deeper tone but the presence is much gentler and comforting and your wolf whines in recognition.

Within seconds, your mind has cleared and your breathing starts to get back to normal. Carefully, you open your eyes, taking a look at your surroundings. As you turn to look at your savior, you're met by the most gorgeous man you have ever seen in your life.

His looks could be said to be crafted by the gods themselves with porcelain skin and captivating full lips. His eyebrows are the definition of perfect and his jet black hair frames his face delicately. But the one feature that captivates you the most are his chocolate brown eyes and you find yourself getting lost in his gaze, expression filled with awe at his beauty.

You might've stared at him for a little too long until you hear him cough under his breath.

Mother always said, "Don't stare at people."

Instantly, your face turns beet red, embarrassed at being reprimanded for staring. He doesn't seem to really mind though with the way he smirks and raises his brow. Either way, you duck your head down to avoid his gaze.

"How're you feeling, little one?" Now that you can hear and focus properly, his voice is like honey, smooth, sweet and addictive.

"I feel better," you rasp out, throat dry and voice a little croaky.

He hands you a cup of water to quench your thirst and you gratefully take it from him, gulping it down.

"Slow down, sweetheart. Else you might choke."

You blush at the both the pet name and reminder and you nod abashedly, handing him the cup back.

"Tell me, omega," he starts and you curiously peer up at him. "What happened to you?"

You ignore the lump in your throat as you look outside, retelling the events that led up to this moment.

"My pack was attacked by rogue vampires, rogues from the southern coven if I'm not wrong."

He hums at your statement, telling you that indeed, you're right.

"I was on my way back home after gathering a few herbs when I sensed a change in the air, there were new, unfamiliar scents. I had a suspicion it was vampires and when I heard my father, the alpha, howl, I knew it was a signal to run. So I ran and never stopped. I don't know if anyone even survived and I-I just-"

You break down into tears as guilt fills you. You had been so focused on running for your life that you didn't stop to think about what happened to your family.

"It's alright, sweetheart," he mumbles into your hair as he embraces your frail form, stroking the back of your head to calm you down once more. "It's not your fault. Hopefully, there will be survivors from your pack and they made it out alive."

You can only nod in agreement as sobs wreck through you, mourning the death of your family now that you're safe from danger with the alpha soothing you. _____   

"What would you like to eat?" he asks once you feel a little better.

"I don't know," you chuckle tiredly. "Anything will be fine."

Hyunjin frowns at that. "You need to have a proper meal, you haven't eaten since you ran away and that's 5 days ago."

"I was out for 3 days?" you ask with wide eyes, you expected to be a dead for a while but 3 days was a little too long.

"Yes, Yeji has already cleaned your bruises and dressed you this morning but you need to eat. You're small enough as it is, you can't lose any more weight."

"Yes, sir," you mumble.

"Hyunjin," he tells you and you glance up to see him look at you with a soft smile, dimples formed and eyes crinkling into crescents. "My name's Hyunjin."

"I'm Y/N," you smile back, a little blush adorning your cheeks.

He's so handsome.

You can't help but inwardly sigh at his beauty. Not only was he gorgeous but he's very charming and nice too.

Snap out of it, Y/N. You don't really know the man and he probably already has a mate. He's an alpha for God's sake. That Yeji person he talked about might be his mate.

You force yourself out of your thoughts when you hear him clear his throat.

"Yes?"

"Are you alright? You spaced out a little."

"I'm fine. It happens all the time to me so it's nothing to worry about."

"Let's go eat then."

"Alright," you say as you swing your legs to the side of the bed, planting your feet firmly on the floor before getting up, stumbling a little from the lack of use.

"Carefully now, we don't want you to end up in bed for a few days again," he teases you as he holds his arm out for you to hold.

You chuckle lightly at his statement before grabbing onto his arm to walk steadily down the stairs.

You can see a few people loitering around the large living room as you walk downstairs, laughing loudly and chattering amongst themselves.

It turns out that your presence doesn't really bother them as they don't seem to stop in their activity or glare at you with hostility.

"That's only a few members of the pack," Hyunjin tells you as he guides you to the kitchen.

"Where are the others?"

"Some are out on patrol and some are in their homes or doing other activities within the compound."

"Do you live here?"

"Nah, I have my own cabin. This is the main house but we usually use it for meetings and some bonding time. There are guest rooms upstairs though, the one you slept in is a guest room."

"Are there any pups around?" you ask curiously and Hyunjin smiles as the question, a certain fondness overtaking his features.

"Yeah, my cousin gave birth last week to triplets. Aside from them, there are 4 more pups that belong to a few other pack mates."

"There's not much of them around, I see."

"We're quite a newly established pack, Y/N. I started the pack two years ago with my closest friends, my brothers in arms. The eight of us joined together to form a new pack and the other seven elected me as the head alpha considering that I was the one who suggested the idea in the first place."

"A pack of alphas, did that start out weird?" you teasingly ask, knowing that a group filled with testosterone wouldn't really end well.

"The first few months needed adapting, we had to have weekly meetings regarding issues to discuss possible solutions. There were a lot of arguing in the beginning, of course. We were headstrong and hated being proved wrong. It died down however and everything's been peaceful with new wolves coming into the pack. Some are family, some are lone but what matters is that we're all one pack in the end."

"That's true. The pack is important. My father was an alpha who started a pack by himself, brought a few of his friends in and continued on until he mated with my mom. He wanted to live peacefully in a secluded area within the higher grounds of the forest so we moved. We settled there when I turned 4, I was just a little pup itching to run around."

Hyunjin laughs while grabbing a plate from the drawer, plating some homemade food for you to eat.

"Well, little one. Time to eat and you better finish it up."

"You put too much food," you whine, glancing up at him.

He simply stares you down and lets out a light growl.

Out of instinct, you duck your head down in submission, obeying him.

Unbeknownst to you, Hyunjin feels a swell of warmth in seeing you submit to him. _____   

As weeks passed by, you've adapted yourself to the pack, being welcomed and accepted as a new member.

You've been helping out with chores and babysitting; you've always loved kids. It's why you've always taken the babysitting task in your old pack and surrounded yourself with kids.

The pups took an instant liking to you, nuzzling their heads into your sides as soon as you met them. There's this calming aura around you, Yeji said once. Your presence feels comforting and warm, drawing people in with your bright personality.

Sure, the first few days you were a little awkward and shy, you had just gone through a tough time. But everyone was forgiving and open, allowing you to take your time to adjust to your new living condition.

And after all this time, you've just found out that Hyunjin is not mated. In fact, he's the only one out of the eight original members to not have already mated.

The fact surprised you immensely. You thought Yeji was his mate and when you confessed to that, she cracked up.

"Y/N, oh my god! How could you? He's literally my brother!" Yeji had laughed, so hard that her stomach hurt.

Your mouth hung open then, in disbelief. And Jisung passed by commenting how you looked like a fish out of water, which earned him a quick smack to the head.

You felt stupid then and curiously you asked Yeji why he hadn't mated yet.

"He told me that he was waiting for the right one, apparently no omega's caught his eye. Even though he's been set up on dates with the prettiest and curviest of wolves, he's never spared them a second glance," she said.

You deflated a little at that. Ever since he saved you, Hyunjin made sure to check up on you every once in a while, the same gentle smile adorning his features every time you met.

And that smile made you fall for him even deeper. The smallest of gestures he directed towards you would make your heart skip a beat and turn your face flush.

You long to stand by his side and call him your alpha but Yeji's words made you question your beliefs.

If he didn't find a pretty and sexy omega interesting, why would he be interested in you?

Oh, how wrong you are. _____   

You've recently turned 18, a toast to being an adult. The wolves of your pack celebrated the occasion, throwing a party for you with vigor.

You felt happy then and felt like you truly belonged in the pack as their new omega. It won't be long till you're supposed to mate and carry pups.

And the first step to that is to go through your first heat. Usually, female wolves experience their first heat when they turn 17 and after that, they're able to shift into their wolf forms.

While for males, they'd experience their first heat at the age of 16, a determinant on whether they're an alpha or a beta, but their ability to shift takes place since young. It's not uncommon to see male pups wrestling each other in their wolf forms.

Yet here you are, 18 and still haven't gone through your first heat. Your mother did fill you in about the details of the heat but she did not inform you of the signs and pain before the heat. _____   

A few weeks later, you find yourself wide awake at 7 am in your shared cabin with Yeji.

You feel cramps in your lower stomach so you thought that you might be getting your period soon. You've never experienced a heat before so you wouldn't know exactly how it'd feel.

Since you can't go back to sleep, you opt to take a stroll along the compound and see what your pack mates are up to.

Carefully, you slip out of the cabin to not wake sleeping Yeji up, she needed her beauty sleep.

It's still a little too early for people to be up but still, you hear your favorite pup's loud laughter and you smile in glee as you see him running to you.

"Y/N!" Chenle, a 5 year old pup, exclaims in delight as he latches onto your leg, squeezing it.

"Chenle!" you squeal and pick him up, hugging him close to your bosom. "Why're you awake so early?"

He grins at you. "Mama told me that if I want to be a big boy, I need to wake up early and help Papa!"

You laugh at how adorable he looks, nuzzling your cheek onto his.

"Is that so? Then why are you here with me? Shouldn't you be helping your father with the male duties?" you tease him.

"You're right! Y/N, let me down, please. I wanna go help Papa!" he wiggles in your hold, wanting to be let down.

"Alright, geez! But I'm taking you back to your Mama first."

"But-"

"Do you even know what your father does in the morning, baby cakes?" you smile at his confused expression, playfully biting his cheek.

"Y/N!" he giggles at your action, shaking his head excitedly.

You laugh at him, leisurely carrying him back to his cabin.

"See? That's why we need to go to your Mama first. Besides, if you want to be a big, strong man then you need to drink plenty of milk and eat your meals. You can't do anything on an empty stomach."

"If I drink a lot of milk then will I get as big and strong as Alpha Hyunjin?" he peers up at you with curious eyes.

"Of course. However, there's one more condition."

"What's that?" Chenle leans into you, interested.

"You have to eat veggies!"

"Ew, no! Y/N, that's disgusting!"

You laugh as you hold him tighter in your hold, savoring the warmth.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain head alpha watched the whole interaction with a fond smile and a loving gaze. But once he smells the change in your scent, his eyes darken and glaze over in lust. _____   

"Y/N, are you in heat?" Ryujin, another close friend of yours, asks during your little baking episode.

You look at her with a raised brow. "I'm pretty sure I told you how I haven't experienced my first heat yet. I really don't know how it feels."

"I'm serious, Y/N. Your scent's a lot stronger now than it was this morning! Did you feel any cramps of some sort this morning?"

"No-" you start but cut yourself off as you remember the cramp you had earlier this morning.

"Shit, Y/N! You need to get back into your cabin before it starts. Once it fully kicks in, you won't be able to think properly aside from wanting to be dicked down."

"Ryujin!"

"Hey, it's true! We need to get you back before-"

"Ah!" you exclaim as pain surges through your abdomen, and heat starts to crawl through your nether regions.

"-that," Ryujin cringes at how you start to clutch onto your stomach. "Y/N, stay with me. Come on, let's get you back."

'Yeji!' Ryujin shouts through the telepathic pack link, calling out to the older girl in panic.

"What's wrong?" Yeji exclaims as she runs into the kitchen, eyes widening at your position. "Oh, no. This calls for trouble. We need to get her back before all the unmated alphas or betas start scenting her."

Yeji bends down to carry you, not bothered by your weight due to how light you are.

"Get the bed ready," Yeji tells Ryujin who sprints towards your cabin right away.

Yeji tries to run as she carries you in her arms, eyes focused on the path before her.

Meanwhile, you're starting to grow hotter and needier by the minute. You feel like taking all your clothes off because of how hot you feel and the amount of slick you're starting to produce can't be contained any longer.

Surely by now, there's a wet patch on your sweats, slick leaking through your panties. You can't help but whimper at the heat and pain in your core, your wolf whining in need.

Yeji notices the change in your attitude and starts rushing through the compound. Unfortunately, things don't always go according to plan and Yeji finds a certain Lee Donghyuk blocking her path.

"Goddamn it, Lee! Move!"

"And let my opportunity with sweet Y/N go to waste?" he scoffs, walking towards you with arms stretched out. "I'll take her from here."

Of course, with your acceptance into the pack comes a few disadvantages as well. You don't know how it happened but you've gained yourselves a few admirers such as Lee Donghyuk and Huang Renjun to name a few.

They've been pestering you since you came in, taking every opportunity to land a kiss on your cheek or nuzzle into your neck and it infuriates you every time because damn it, Hyunjin is the one you want.

And if he doesn't want you then no one will have you.

Fortunately, you still have half a mind through your incessant whimpers and whines to growl at him. "Fuck you, Lee."

"Omega!" his eyes flash red in anger but before anything could happen, Minho appeared and squeezes his shoulder in warning.

"If she doesn't want you then don't force her. She's in enough pain as is," Minho tells him in a low growl, gesturing Yeji to continue on with a quick cock of his head.

Yeji nods at him before sprinting to your shared cabin, kicking the door open before hurriedly setting you on the bed.

"She's burning up," Yeji curses under her breath. "What do we do?"

"Do you think we should call an alpha for her?" Ryujin asks, unsure.

"Let's not be hasty. We don-"

"Alpha," you whimper in need. "I want my alpha, please."

"Y/N?" Yeji calls out to you to confirm your words. "Are you absolutely sure?"

You continue to whimper, tugging on your clothes with grunts of pain.

"Alpha, please. Please," you whine as you roll on your bed, slick coating the sheets.

"What do we do?" Ryujin asks Yeji helplessly.

"She wants her alpha but who exactly does she mean?"

"Please not Renjun, she'll regret losing her virginity to him for the rest of her life."

"Please, please," you whimper in need, dry humping the sheets. "Alpha, please."

Yeji's head starts to spin from the heavy musk of arousal. "Y/N, be specific."

"My alpha," you cry. "Hyunjin, alpha!"

"Hyunjin?" Ryujin asks with wide eyes.

"I fucking knew it," Yeji cheers but a glare from Ryujin cuts her off. "Alright, you stay here. I'll get-"

"No need," a voice cuts them both off as the door swings open, revealing said alpha.

"Hyunjin-"

Hyunjin growls lightly at his sister and she raises her hands in surrender before pulling Ryujin by the arm.

"Have fun!" she calls out before slamming the door shut behind her.

Thankfully, the walls of every cabin is soundproof, especially Hyunjin's cabin but obviously, neither of you have the ability to make a trek to his cabin near the main house.

Hyunjin has sensitive hearing, the best in the pack and he could hear your soft moans and whimpers all the way from his cabin, driving him insane.

The change in your scent this morning had made him light-headed, driving him into an early rut.

Usually, he'd spend his ruts in his cabin by himself, not wanting to copulate with just any female. He wanted to properly mate with his she-wolf, the person destined to be his mate and carry his pups.

And ever since you stepped foot into his life, he believes that you're the one. Your easy-going personality has him melting in ways unfathomable. Yet, you're way too pure and innocent.

You don't realize how the smallest things you do ignite a passion inside him, he wants to hold you close and keep you safe from harm. He wants to love you hard and soft all the same and keep you away from prying eyes.

He wants to keep you caged beneath him as he does the dirtiest things to your body and knot you till you're full of his cum. And right now, it's the perfect opportunity to do so.

"Alpha," you cry in desperation, hands reaching out for him. "Alpha, please."

"My little omega," he coos as he sits on the edge of the bed, gently stroking your hair and effectively calming you down. "Is my little omega finally experiencing her heat?"

You nod at him, nuzzling into his hand that's moved down to your cheek.

"Look how small and pretty you are, omega."

"Only for you, alpha," you confess through hooded eyes. "I want to be small and pretty only for you."

Hyunjin feels his breath hitch at how ethereal you look covered in your own slick and sweat, the primal instincts inside him begging to be released.

"Is that so? Am I your alpha now?"

You nod fervently. "Yes, alpha, please. Please mark me as yours."

You whimper into his touch as he strokes your cheek, arousal still clouding your mind but the words you say are heartfelt, spoken with the purest of intentions.

When Hyunjin makes no move whatsoever, you whine in need, removing your body from his touch and planting yourself face down, raising your hips into the air and pushing your ass into him.

Hyunjin growls in satisfaction at your display of submission, hands tracing the wet patch on your sweats.

"Alpha, please!"

"Please what, omega? What do you want me to do?"

"Anything, just make me yours," you whine before turning to look him in the eyes. "Knot me till I'm full of your cum, please, Alpha."

At hearing those words, something inside Hyunjin snaps, years of practiced control and patience thrown out the window at your pleas and he doesn't waste more time.

He pulls you into his lap, latching his lips onto yours, tongue skillfully tracing every inch of your wet cavern. You let him dominate you, feeling yourself grow weaker in his touch.

"The things I want to do to you," he growls as he sucks onto your neck, marring your skin with purple bruises.

He scents your mating gland, eyes darkening in pure animalistic lust. "Strip for me, omega."

It takes everything in you to muster the ability to stand on your two feet but the thought of pleasing your alpha sends your mind into overdrive.

Immediately, you pull your hoodie over your head and unclasp your bra, letting your boobs spill out into the open air, your nipples pink and perked.

You shimmy out of your sweats, leaving you in just your panties. But as you grasp the waistband of your panties, Hyunjin grabs your hand.

The action has you confused until he flips you back onto the bed. "I'll do the honors, sweetheart."

Hyunjin latches himself onto your nipples, sucking and squeezing on them like his life depended on it.

You whimper in pleasure and pain, the heat in your core intensifying. "Alpha."

Hyunjin grips the hem of your panties and slowly pulls them down, revealing your most sacred possession.

Hyunjin groans at the sight of your slick coated pussy, hole clenching around the air in need and slick just dripping down your nether region.

Hyunjin locks his eyes with yours as he bends down to face your sopping cunt. Experimentally, Hyunjin licks up your slit and you gasp at the feeling, pleasure starting to consume you as he sucks on your clit like hard candy.

In a haze, you feel his fingers poking your entrance and you whimper as he starts to slip them in, your moans increasing in frequency and your breathing unsteady.

Within seconds, Hyunjin has you coming undone on his tongue, back arching off the bed and hands gripping the sheet so hard you might pop a vein. You come with a loud call of his name as your body shudders in pleasure.

"Think you can take me, omega?" Hyunjin asks once he’s made sure to lick up all of your juices, lips glistening in your cum.

"Yes, please. Alpha, please give me your cock."

"Only I get to see you so weak and vulnerable, right? Huang Renjun and Lee Donghyuk won't have the privilege of tasting this sweet pussy, right?"

"No, Alpha! Only you can have me!"

"Your body's only mine to touch, pleasure, and this pussy," Hyunjin cups your heat, making you moan at the touch. "belongs to me and only I get to dump my cum in there and knot you until you're full and swelling with my seed."

You whimper at his words, fully wrecked with arousal.

"You'd like that, won't you? You'd like to be stuffed with my knot until you're bursting with my cum? Can your little pussy take my cock? You're such a small girl, will your pussy be enough for me?"

"Yes, Alpha! Please take me."

"Good girl," Hyunjin praises with a soft kiss to your lips, breaking the contact a second later to strip himself of his clothing.

You rake your eyes over his form, the way his hair shines in sweat to the way his skin glows ever so brightly. You drink in his toned chest, muscular biceps and perfect abs. You can feel yourself get even wetter as he rids himself of his pants and boxers, the sight of his twitching cock causing another gush of arousal to exit you.

Hyunjin notices and gives you a smirk, obviously proud at your reaction.

Your mouth waters at his cock, the tip a fiery red with bulging veins on the body. He's long and thick, so thick that you question if it'll fit inside you.

"I'll fuck you well, omega," he growls as he approaches, eyes locked on yours and he looks absolutely feral. The sight has you keening, slick gushing out of you as you await his next move.

"Present for your alpha," he commands, staring you down.

In less than a second, you're on your knees with your ass raised in the air, face planted down on the bed.

Hyunjin groans at the sight of your gushing core, cock hardening even more if that's possible. Slowly, he climbs onto the bed, hands cupping a feel of your soft flesh before tracing the tip of his cock on your nether lips.

You whine in protest but a low rumble from Hyunjin shuts you up. Carefully, he slips into your cunt, inching his cock inside till he bottoms out.

You're so well lubricated that you don't really feel any pain at the intrusion, only slight discomfort that goes away once he bottoms out.

You moan at the feeling of being so full, pressing your ass even more against his hips, bending your body into a 45 degree angle.

"Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so good around me."

Hyunjin wastes no time and begins pounding into you roughly, each thrust pinpointed at your g-spot, making your toes curl in delight.

Your moans start rising in pitch, your walls clenching around him like a vice and Hyunjin growls, the action making him pound you harder until it has you screaming.

"Do I fuck you good? Does my cock feel good? This pretty little pussy's only mine to use, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, yes," you gurgle. "You feel so good, Alpha. Use me all you want but please, please, let me cum."

Hyunjin continues pistoning his hips into yours, the tip of his cock brushing your cervix, and it has you keening into him, your body trembling in pleasure.

"Are you close, Omega? Do you want me to fill you up with my cum? Knot you until you burst with my seed and swell with my pups?"

"Yes, yes, please. Alpha, please," you sputter. "Alpha, please mark me."

You bare your neck to him, allowing him to scent you and Hyunjin reaches down to rub your clit. The added pressure has you squeezing around him, your muscles clenched as you reach your high, face contorted in pleasure and mouth hung open in a silent scream.

As the first wave of your orgasm rushes over you, Hyunjin bites into your mating gland, piercing the soft skin and sucking on it, officially marking you as his.

You moan at the added pleasure, mind starting to clear a little. But as Hyunjin continues to fuck you through your orgasm, the prolonged sensation transitions from pleasure into pain.

"Alpha," you whimper.

"Just a little more, sweetheart," Hyunjin kisses the back of your neck as his knot starts to swell and attaches itself onto your cervix, jets of cum spurting out of him and painting your walls white.

The slight pain makes you whimper lowly, but the sound doesn't go unnoticed.

"Sweetheart, are you alright?" Hyunjin asks worriedly, turning your face around a little so that he could see you.

"I'm fine, it just hurts a little."

Hyunjin carefully positions you on your side so you can lay down comfortably, spooning you from behind.

"Can't believe it took a heat to realize each other's feelings," Hyunjin laughs after a moment of silence, the two of you still breathless.

"I thought I was the dumb one," you tease.

"Ready to play with fire, omega?"

You squeal as he lightly tickles your side, leaning your body into his.

"This feels nice," you muse, nuzzling your cheek onto his bicep.

"Which one? The fact that we're finally mates or the fact that I just fucked you senseless and you've still got my knot in you?"

"Alpha!" you blush at his words, your shy demeanor coming back and you couldn't help but cover your face in embarrassment.

"Hey, none of that," Hyunjin chides as he grasps your hand, interlocking it with his. "You don't have to be shy with me."

You smile in his embrace, feeling his knot start to deflate after a while and Hyunjin carefully pulls out of you, making you whine at the loss of contact.

"We'll go again later, sweetheart. Heats don't end with just one fuck."

"Hyunjin~" you whine as you turn around in his embrace, wrapping your arms around his torso.

Hyunjin chuckles as he strokes your hair, pulling you closer into him. "I love you, my little Omega."

He can feel you smile at his words and his heart swells as he hears you say the three most sacred words back to him.

"And I love you, my handsome Alpha."

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[lilallama]

Valentines Day

TW: Obsessive behaviour, mentioning of stealing and slight homophobia, proceed with caution!

"Taehyung sweetie, wake up.~"

I groan and turn in my sheets, slowly regaining consciousness. "I've prepared you breakfast. Get dressed and come downstairs." The clacking of my mother's heels echoed through the hall as she went away. Groggily I sit up and stretch. I push my bangs out of my eyes I stare towards the window to my left. The sun shines through the thin curtains casting an orange light on my bedroom wall. I yawn and stand up, pulling the curtains aside and flooding the room with light. I take a moment to look outside, admiring our beautiful garden before remembering what day it is. Today is Valentines day! My God/Goddess asked me to meet up with them. Oh, spending Valentines with my saviour is the best thing to have ever happened to me!

I rush to pick out a white dress shirt, a khaki sweater vest with a black pair of slacks. After also brushing through my hair to untangle any knots I opened my secret Y/n shrine. The picture of their smiling face makes my heart pound so fast. They are otherworldly, absolutely ethereal! I take out a shirt of theirs which I borrowed a while ago. If I close my eyes it still smells like them, it's addictive.

Just to make sure that no items were robbed from their place I go through all items once again. Five chewed on pencils, a small box of empty wrappers, my 20 most favourite photos of them, the candle they accidentally bit into because they thought it was edible, the borrowed shirt, a pair of their underwear, a bunch of pins and hair ties they touched, the bundle of 36 hair strands I managed to collect (I only collect the hairs that have fallen out, I would never dare to cut or rip out my God's/Goddess' hair) and my water bottle which they drank out of (I had to buy a new one to keep this in my shrine but it was so worth it). All my items were there.

Suddenly I hear clacking and a small thud. I turn around in confusion, what just happened? But then I hear Yeontan's bark from the other side of the door. He ran against the door again. I can't help but laugh as I go to open the door for him. He jumps up a bit so I kneel down to pet him. "I'm meeting up with Y/n today, isn't that exciting!" Yeontan immediately started yapping, he loved my God/Goddess almost as much as I do. It's really incredible what an effect Y/n has on everyone, they all seem to love them. Well, then again that is expected to be the case considering Y/n is such a godly being.

"Taehyung!" "I'm coming!" My mother called me again. "Come on, boy." I hurry downstairs with Yeontan following me. "Good morning, Ma. Good morning, Pa." My father nodded at me while my mother beckoned me to sit down and eat. While I finish my breakfast my mother was talking about a lot of stuff. "Have you heard, they're trying to make gay marriage legal here. That is complete nonsense! God created a man and a woman for a reason." I have no clue what my mother was raging about. I concluded that she's probably just misinformed, Y/n said that being part of the lgbtq community is completely natural and alright. I know they know better than anyone else. "What's so bad about it, Ma?" My mother looked at me with horror. "They can't help who they're attracted to. It's all natural, isn't it?" My mother shook her head. "No!" She exclaimed, "Being gay or trans or something is inherently selfish! Gays are selfish! Men and women were created by God to conceive a child and stop the human kind from getting extinct. Trans are selfish! God gave you a body and you chose to change it in it's entirety! Such behaviour is unacceptable." "But I thought God loves everyo-" "Where have you even gotten that idea? Maybe you should go back to homeschooling. Clearly these other kids are having a bad influence on you." I look over to my father who just continues reading the newspaper. I respect my mother but she clearly isn't ready yet for the wisdom Y/n has bestowed upon me. Not everyone is as lucky as I am. "Look at the time we'll have to go now." Right, it was Sunday which means we're going to church. I always like going there, the windows astound me everytime. And the pastor is always so welcoming and friendly. I vividly remember asking him about the lgbtq community after Y/n had told me about them. He said that God loves everyone regardless of their sexuality or gender identity. He truly is a wise man.

As soon as we returned my father got a call from a business partner. They said they'd have to go now and want me to take Yeontan with me to my meet up. While I was a bit saddened that I couldn't be alone with my God/Goddess I decided it wouldn't be a problem.

Yeontan excitedly trots besides me as I make my way to the place where my saviour and I would meet up. I debated getting them a bouquet of red roses for Valentines day, but figured that the 20 letters, 12 stuffed animals and 18 bouquets I gave them during the past week would be enough, for now. As I make my way there I couldn't conceal the excitement I felt. Getting the chance to spend time with my Master/Mistress was something I believed I'd only ever dream about. The euphoria I feel from the mere thought of getting to see them today is dizzying.

Suddenly Yeontan starts barking and storms off. He never leaves my side, that's why he's not kept on a leash. To see him run away from me like that was surprising at best. But then I notice the reason for his behaviour. The puppy ran towards Y/n who was waiting for me a few metres away. How could I have just ignored my saviour like that! What I did was unacceptable. I would punish myself, but it would likely ruin Y/n's day, I can't let that happen. So I run after Yeontan, towards my God/Goddess.

"Good morning, Y/n! I'm sorry about him." I look down at Yeontan who's still getting pet by Y/n. He better cherish that they're even looking at him. It's bad enough that he practically demanded pats from them. So disrespectful. "No worries. He's so adorable!" At least Y/n seemed to enjoy his behaviour. I doubt it would work if I behaved that way towards them, but that's for another day to find out. "I dearly hope you didn't have to wait too long." They smile up at me. Oh, their smile is to die for. So incredibly perfect! I feel my knees getting weak. "Don't worry about it. I just arrived too." Yeontan started barking again and was noe excitedly jumping around, making Y/n laugh. "Awe! Yeontan is so adorable. I didn't know you'd take him with you." "It was unexpected for me as well." They stand up and take my hand. My heart is beating so fast, I feel as if I'm about to explode. It's getting harder to breathe. "Let's go now!" We start walking along the path with Yeontan rushing after us.

We sat outside a small café and each ordered our desired dessert. "Have you ever been on a date?" That question caught me off guard. "Oh, no. I haven't." I believe that much was quite obvious, but perhaps I was mistaken. They look surprised, shocked almost. "Really? How come? Aren't you getting asked out left and right?" "I suppose I just never had interest in anyone. I barely know those who ask me out. They're all so shallow to confess without knowing anything about me." Just then the waiter returned with our desserts. We thank him before we start eating.

Both of us watch as Yeontan is running around and playing in the snow. I look over to see Y/n smile at him, leading me to also smile. I adore their smile. Everything about them is so perfect. I could stare at them for hours and never get bored. Each detail is something new, something beautiful to discover. Unable to take y eyes off them I-

"Excuse me." Who dares interrupt my special time with my God/Goddess?! Two girls stood next our table. One almost cowering behind the other and mumbling something along the lines of, "Oh my god, no. Jess, don't." But I really couldn't care less. "My friend thinks you're really cute and was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with her." So annoying. I eye them down and make one thing clear. "I'm not interested." The girl cowering behind the other looked disappointed, perhaps ashamed. Good. She should be. After they interrupted my date with the Y/n they can go burn for all I care. "Have a good day." After the girls back away with the other girl exclaiming, "What a jerk!" I turn my attention back to Y/n. "Uhm, wasn't that a bit harsh?" They looked unsure. "Was it? I thought it was reasonable. Better to tell the truth than lead them on, am I correct?" They took another bite of their dessert. "I guess you're right."

We had a grand time strolling through the park, even having a snowball fight. They won. Obviously I could not compete with my God/Goddess, no one could ever. Yeontan was also very entertained as he kept trying to catch the snowballs as they flew over his head. Soon the sun began setting. It was incredible how fast the time flew by. Both our clothes were slightly damp due to the snow. I didn't think much about it untill Y/n began shivering. No no no no! My saviour could get sick, or die! I couldn't let that happen. I take off my jacket and gently place it over their shoulders. "But, won't you be cold?" I give them a reassured smile. "Don't worry about me, my God/Goddess. If I may, I'd love to accompany on your way home." They let out a bashful chuckle, making me melt. I feel my entire body heating up from that gorgeous chuckle. Their power over me is simply astounding.

All the way home I keep my arm atound them in hopes of providing some form of warmth for them. I cannot bear knowing that they're freezing. Never would I be able to forgive myself if they'd catch a cold. Yeontan was also slowly getting tired, which was by bo means a surprise considering how he played and jumped around all day. "Thank you for bring me home, Taehyung." Hearing them say my name makes my entire body tingle and flutter. "You do not have to thank me, Y/n. It was an honour!" Whatever I expected, it was not feeling their lips against mine. My mind went blank and I could barely stand. I felt dizzy, yet so so good! They gave me my jacket back after the short peck and laughed. "Goodnight!" Then they went inside and closed the door. I stood there for a moment, shocked at what had happened yet freling absolute bliss. After a minute or so I manage to finally pull myself together. I put on my jacket, it smells like them! And then I picked Yeontan up and walked home.

Oh, this day was the best I've ever had!

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#yandere bts #cooking club #yandere taehyung #yandere v #valentine week

[khxpresh]

// This is an updated version of my old post, in regards to the main big differences between Yami Seto Au and the normal DM stuff. This is also a quick run down of the timeline.

The very first duel: Set wasn’t aware that the pharaoh had returned, he was blinded by a mix of his and Seto’s ego as well as pride. Because of this, he enabled and further fed into  Kaiba’s plans of kidnapping Yugi’s grandpa. Set “remembers” of his  original mission, when they are defeated and Yami Yugi “shatters their mind”. It’s important to highlight that Set has been sharing Seto’s body, years prior to the serie’s events.

Read more due to the length

Duelists kingdom arc

Because Seto is the wielder of the millennium rod, there is an even bigger motivation for Pegasus to try take over KC. The stakes are even higher here, than compared to DM;

They still go through with all the pre-DM stuff that ties them to Pegasus, however Set always remains well hidden within the back of Kaiba’s mind whenever they are in his presence. He always feels an odd sensation, while in the presence of illusion industrial president. The spirit isn’t aware that the man is in possession of the millennium eye.

The next big change happens in the duel against Pegasus. At some point during it, Set realises that their opponent has Aknadin’s item and tries to banter with Seto for them to swap places. After all he knows how the eye works, but due to their current situation, everything they had previously gone through against Yugi not too long ago and Seto’s insistence that he will save Mokuba by himself prevents Set from even attempting the minds swapping strategy. The duel’s outcome is the same, Kaiba is defeated and his soul is stolen. Leaving Set behind all by himself, in his body. This is the first time, his existence is revealed to everyone;

Both Yugi and Yami Yugi, have only had the slightest bit of clue from the existence of the other face (Set). Until this point.

Set is taken hostage, and can’t do anything but wait within his jail cell. By the end of it, he is reunited with both Seto and Mokuba;

Before they find Mokuba however, they have a brief encounter with Shadi. Who investigates their soul rooms, in search of the eye’s thief. It’s here that Set learns about Pegasus’ fate (he is quick to assume that Bakura must have had something to do with it), as well as how it has become impossible to traverse/get inside of Kaiba’s soul room.

Prior to the start of DM’s events, Kaiba and Set have a run in with Y!Bakura who comes close to stealing the rod. (Post going into more details about this event, will come soon).

The dark RPG arc

The game is still something Seto has been working on for a long time. Set has been a helping hand, in testing the VR technology. Thanks to the programming, he and Seto can co-exist with separate bodies;

Seto is kidnapped leaving Set try to get to him, all by himself. However, as imagined he can’t get to him due to lacking a party to take on the game’s late quests;

When Yugi’s party catches up to Set, he and Mokuba try to pass him off as some sort of NPC;

Mokuba still is the one who frees Seto, Set is working alongside Yugi’s party and following their pace.

Battle city:

Malik still is the main antagonist of this arc, however he doesn’t wield the rod. Likely has another millennium item, in his possession;

Set also maintains his presence/existence a secret from the Ishtars. He, alongside with Ishizu, convince Kaiba to start the tournament;

While he may have contributed to the start of BC, there is a huge debacle between him and Seto in regards to the use of the Obelisk in duels. Set refuses to use the God card, out of fear of angering the deities (this is in reference to when he was a pharaoh. He never used the God Kas, during his reign). Whereas Seto, obviously couldn’t care anyway less about the spirit’s concerns in regards to it, and clearly takes immense pelasure out of using its power;

Set participates in the following duels:

The double duel agains the rare hunters, in Atem’s side. vs. Ishizu, that is when he reveals himself to the Ishtars.

Up until Ishizu’s duel, Malik’s primary target was Atem. However, it changes to Set when he reveals himself to be the pharaoh responsible for the creation of the tombkeepers;

Set reveals himself to be someone with far greater knowledge, and control over shadow games than both y!Malik and Bakura. AT some point, they try taking on him, but their attempts prove themselves to be in vain. He is keeping Kaiba and Mokuba safe, from them;

They have another brief run in with Shadi. Seto doesn’t learn how to read hieroglyphs, since Set is there to do that for him. Set also feels y!Bakura being erradicated by y!Malik;

Virtual world:

Set has heard of Seto and Mokuba’s story a dozen of times, but not the thing in its entirety. Not only that, Seto has never learned what happened in his early memory loss episodes when Set woke up. It is here, that the truth is brought to light.

At the start, Set only saw Seto, as nothing more than a vessel for him to fulfill his duty of serving/helping Atem in the present time. And he would speak of him in such manner, with Gozaburo. Needless to say, but learning such things is bound to put a damper in the brothers’ trust on Set.

Unlike in the Dark RPG arc, Set is bound to Kaiba’s body. It appears that no one outside of Gozaburo, are aware of his existence in the first place. Which catches Noah by surprise, when they finally come face to face;

Set is the one who initiates the duel against Noah, under the justification that he was the one responsible for Gozaburo’s death and not Seto. However, he has to swap places with Seto once Noah starts using Mokuba as a meat shield. They are unable to continue, and are turned into stone as a result;

From the duel against Gozaburo, all the way to their escape Set and Seto are in complete sync with one another, in the same way that Yugi and Atem are always seen.

By the end of the duel with Gozaburo, Set finishes what he began all those years ago, the ritual to feed the man’s soul to his BEWD ka. His punishment for all the crimes, against him.

BC’s finals

There aren’t any major differences between them. Set and Y!Malik exchange a few words, mostly just so he can both taunt him and send him after Atem. By the end of the tournament, Set finally gets the confirmation that his pharaoh is indeed back.

Pyramid of Light

Again, there aren’t any major differences between them. Set picks up on the sudden shift in Kaiba’s behavior, he is mostly there as an observer. He gets sucked into the millennium puzzle, when the pyramid of light is played, that is where he stays for remainder of duel/story. He returns to Kaiba as soon as he is fred from the puzzle, and takes over the body while the other is recovering.

In relation to Anubis and the fake relic: Set had yet to be promoted into his high priest position, however he was around to witness Aknadin punish him. He wasn’t aware of the fake relic’s existence, and simply saw the sentence as just another of his mentor’s lessons. But, he recognizes Anubis.

Waking the dragons

The first duel against Amelda: Kaiba still is the one dueling, however Critias is unable to interfere in the duel. Leading to him being defeated, but Set manages to take over the body in time so his soul is the one taken by the orichalcos seal instead. He doesn’t return until the Leviathan is defeated, by the end of this arc;

Seto is trying to recover Set, while attempting to salvage what is left of his company. He doesn’t relate at all to Atem’s situation, even though at first glance they seem to be on similar grounds.

KC Grand prix

Once more, there aren’t any major differences between them. Set is aware of Ziegfried’s existence, but he really doesn’t get to do anything or much of relevance throughout this arc’s events.

He also mocks Ziegfried’s hair & mannerisms, in a similar way that Kaiba does. The other is unable to tell both apart.

Memory world

They travel to Egypt in order to join Yugi and his crew, this means that Kaiba participates in the MW’s events a lot sooner. At first, he is tasked by Set to look for any clues to Atem’s name. There is a fallout between them, when Seto becomes aware that Set isn’t trying to change the course of events, even though he knows what is coming/about to happen;

It should be worth reminding that: Set remembers most things about his life, with the exception of most memories assosciated to Atem’s existence, he doesn’t remember his name neither why he erased it from existence or anything that could possibly lead/hint to learning the name prematurely.

Set is saved from Aknadin’s control with the help of Kisara, Seto and Atem;

Seto and Set are the last ones to leave the MW, because there is one more portion of this story that is exclusively meant for Kaiba to see. Which is the aftermath, of Zorc’s battle. When Set regained consciousness and found himself all alone with the puzzle.

Ceremonial duel

They split up during the ceremonial duel, just like Yugi and Atem and watch over it like that.

DSoD

Taking place about 1 year after the end of DM. Kaiba’s goal is to meet with Set, one more time. Even though, everyone around him seems to just assume, he is after Atem.

At some point, he recovers the millennium rod and keeps it to himself, even though it has no power. What Yugi says about the spirits being gone, is true. He also can’t feel Set’s presence in his relic. The rod vanishes when Atem returns to his realm.

Kaiba and Set duel each other, Kaiba is the winner and safely returns to his realm.

#ooc / #[ AU 04: Yami!Seto : priest set ] #| セト • priest set • headcanon | #this got lONG BUT IT IS HERE FINALLY

[tfhub]

Promise

I can't believe how beautiful my life is now. During highschool i was your everyday thug below average grades, bully, drugs addict, etc.

My life took a turn when she came to me, she was like an Angel, a Nobel women it was love at first sight. Her Love changed me for better. Soon after highschool we got married.

It's been 3 years since then and I have a decent job now, not to mention she is pregnant and I feel like the happiest man on earth.

On the day of delivery,

Near the operation theatre doctor seems to be ina hurry

" Doctor!! Is everything alright and going smoothly. "

" About that..., there seems to be complications and we are sorry to inform that we can only save one of them you must choose between your wife and child.. "

I was shocked but without thinking much "The wife... Please! Doctor save my wife!"

Moments later a loud noise followed

"NOOOOO....!! THE CHILD NOT ME THE CHILDREN!!"

It was my wife , and her words like end of the world. Tears broke from my eyes. Soon after the doctor said iam blessed with Triplets 1 Daughter and 2 Son's.

"And my wife.."

" She is still awake and want to meet you"

In operation theatre,

"Dear did I do well 3 children hahaha..."

With tears in my eyes I began to sob "Yes honey..... you did well...... very well.. .. "

"Dear.... take good care.... Ok..and promise me.. you will stay with them..."

After she finished, she left me, with a Nobel like peaceful smile on her.

Now, it's been 10 years since she died and I unable to fulfill my promise to her died last year. Now just as ghost I try to fulfill my promise to her.

Shana ( daughter ), Shun ( elder brother ) and Shaun ( younger brother ) they all live separated now because they were adopted by different families. Initially they don't want to leave eachother but,

Shana was very identical to her mother thus, was chosen to be adopted my a big family so Shun and Shaun did not put much resistance to let her go for bright future.

Soon after Shun and Shaun too were separated.

Shaun was very confident and was comfortable around stranger so I don't need to worry about him much.

But,

Shun was a nice kid infact he was way to nice to live in this world. He even helps his bully and saves him from punishment after getting bullied.

Years passed my nothing much happened They all are in college now. Shun no longer gets bullied apparently because he was the luckiest when it comes to good genes not to mention he is smart and innocent as hell. Look at him drinking coffee with his friends.

But good things don't last forever. The college scum Danny have bad interest towards Shun. He always look at him with this uneasy look. But sometimes Danny remindes me of my past self imean he is not like me but gives similar badboy Vibe not to mention he is from a very rich and powerful family so he act all high and mighty. He doesn't even care about college rules and smoke whenever he gets a chance.

Just after finishing gymnastics class in locker room,

It seemed fishy when the coach asked only Shun to stay after class with him but little did I know Danny bribed coach for this. Shun returned to the locker room it seemed deserted but when Shun was in middle of changing I heard a shout,

" Ah....!!! "

I never look when my children are changing or taking private time but I had to this time.

It was Danny , he hit Shun with a metal bat. I can't believe my eyes, was he trying to murder my son I started praying to God to save my son's life but, Danny had different intentions.

He tied Shun to a bench took off his remaining clothes and started doing some nasty stuff to him. I can't believe this if happening, Danny seems to be only preparing and waiting for him to regain consciousness.

I know what I have to do now, I have lived as a ghost for 10 years now in this time I have met other ghosts and they taught me about my current position. Unlike them I am not bound to this realm with desire but promise instead therefore i can't possess but have greater influence. I flew to Sam, Shun's roommate he is short and fat but he is a true friend of Shun. I can't use my powers unless we share same goal.

The night passed away and Sam way now worrying about Shun. He was half naked but I don't have time to worry about such things. I was a bit worried since it was my first time but continued by overlaped my presence with him and formed a symbiotic relation.

"It will be painful but endure it" I sad to him

Sam seemed flustered but moments later Sam's body now engulfed in burning pain as his body fat melted and rock hard muscles started appearing with his hight now rapidly increasing. Sam in agony rushed out of the bathroom in confusion and pain,

"Wha..t. is happening...to....me!!?"

He noted the change in his voice and was shocked to the bones.

"I know it was painful but it was necessary your old body was not adequate to save Shun"

In shock Sam turned to the mirror.

"I know you are surprised and confused but save it for later and move we must help Shun quick!"

"Wait what!? My body is moving on its own but I am still in control.. what is happening?"

"Don't worry kid, I will not be here for much longer and currently you are far better than your old self "

"Truly I have never felt this energy before but what do u mean by you will not be here for much? And...."

Interrupting in between "All you need to know is that this is the new you weather you like it or not."

Meanwhile In locker room,

Shun started to wake up" What happened... ahhh..my head wait What!!? why am I tied? what is happening here!? "

In a cocky voice " Good morning, mister Nice guy! You sure sleep like a baby. I kept pumping my self up with vitality booster all night for you."

Shun in confusion "Danny is that you. Why am I naked and whats going on.... Wait!? What are you doing AHH.....ahm......... STOP no please! Ahm...........ah....!!"

Danny while grin on his face "HAHAHAHA... l can't believe you all I did was suck you dick and God! Where were you hideing a huge 10 inch monster like this. I never thought DEFILING a pure sprit like you can be so... much fun!"

After some time Sam arrived in the locker room and in desperation looked for Shun but the search didn't end pleasant with eyes wide open he saw Shun covered in cum and Danny thrusting his dick inside.

Danny in pleasured voice "hm....I don't know who you are, anyway Look Shun we have got some company maybe they want in on the fun hahaha..... You are so popular are you not by little pure Shun... correction by Monster Dick Bitch!"

Both Sam and I looked at Shun his eyes no longer had the light to live on, we were furious and wanted to distroy Danny so bad we rushed " YOU BASTARD!!! " and punche him with all our might. A bright flash occurred .....

Moments later,

I realised I have been separated from Sam. And Sam was carrying Shun and was preparing to leave it seemed like he doesn't remember me at all. I looked around for that bastard and saw him on the floor in most miserable position But, something doesn't fell right.

After a few months,

Looking back now I totally messed up, that day the bright flash was because reality changed a lot. Let's say Sam have no recollection of his past self or me and was a total dude from beginning. Danny is trash with no talent or smarts and to top it all off now belong to a poor family with no background. But, Shun got a total upgrade, he still have his past characteristics and trait with new found confidence. Also, he was adopted to a strong and rich family in this new reality. Only down side is he is no longer our inocent Shun but who cares he is still cute.

#male tf #male muscle growth #male shapeshift #male possession #reality change #jock tf #nerd to jock #ghost possession

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Shackled

Pairing | Lucien x Reader

Warnings | NON-CON, smut, kidnapping, violence, bondage

Word count | 1740

Summary | getting kidnapped by Lucien and he fucks you

A/n | this fic contains Non consensual sex and dark themes, please DO NOT READ if this makes you uncomfortable

A/n | (Based in the time of season 3 of TO) You are a Siphon. You are living with the mikaelsons. You had been like a sister to Rebekah a few years ago while she was in Mystic falls and after she moved back to New Orleans you dated Jeremy. After you two broke up you needed to get away so you moved to New Orleans after Rebekah invited you to stay with them. You and Kol always flirted and had endless banter but neither of you ever persude each other. You are currently out trying to find some dark object of Kol’s that Cami must have lost when she took them as it wasn’t in your apartment.

“Kol, do you even know where you’re going?” You whined. “Of course darling, do you mistake me with a fool?” You rolled your eyes and continued following him. You were walking down a back ally in New Orleans, blindly following Kol who apparently knew exactly where he was going. Suddenly a hand clamped over your mouth and your vision went black.

Your eyes fluttered open as you slowly regained consciousness. Your wrists were bound by chains hanging from the ceiling and you were kneeling with you arms in the air. Your white camisole was torn and stained red but your ripped black jeans were gone, leaving you in your red lace underwear. Shit. The sound of footsteps echoed through your hearing and you saw him from the corner of your eye. You hind your head in defeat, knowing he would most certainly kill you. He stopped right infront of you. “Lucien.” You venomously spat. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head up to look at him, “Someone’s happy to see me.” He smirked. “Fuck you.” You retorted. He let go of you chin and walked over to a table. He picked something up and walked back over to you, lifting your chin and daring you to break eye contact with him. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?” Suddenly the leather hit your skin ferociously. You screamed in pain as he struck your back over and over until he drew blood. He stopped after 20 lashes. “Having fun, darling? I’m sure we can work something else out if you’re not.” He smirked at you again. “Oh fuck you and your torture just let me go.” You almost shouted. He dropped the whip and kneeled down behind you, his hand wrapping round your throat and turning your head to look at him, the other one snaking round your chest and grabbing your boob, holding you firmly into him. “So feisty. You’d do well to remember I’m a 1000 year old vampire and you’re a worthless mortal.” He said into your cheek. “And when you’re 1000 years old you get bored very easily. So your going to be my entertainment, y/n.” His hand trailed from your boob to your core and slipped into your panties, rubbing circles on your clit. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck your brains out.” He pushed his hard-on unto you ass, “you feel that? That’s all because of you, darling.” He growled in your ear as sighs and quiet moans tumbled from your lips. He has your juices running over his fingers quickly and took his hand out your panties, satisfied. He shoved his fingers down your throat and used his other hand to move your panties to the side.

“Now the real fun begins” he chuckled. The sound of his zip made your eyes widen and you let out a cry of pain and pleasure as his cock slid into your tight cunt. “Fuck, Y/N, your pussy is so tight around my big dick.” Lucien cooed in your ear. He began pumping at a punishing rate, his fingers leaving your mouth as you started gagging. He slapped your ass 1,2,3...10 times. Hard. “My handprint looks so good on your big ass.” He hummed. A constant flow of moans and curse words left your mouth as he continued to bury himself in you roughly. He reached round and grabbed your boobs in turn, hard enough to leave bruises. Suddenly, he stopped, his dick still inside you. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back enough for you to look into his eyes. “Fuck yourself on my cock, y/n. Pleasure yourself in me.” He commanded. When you refused to move he bared his fangs and sank them onto your neck. You instantly began grinding against his dick and he moaned your name. “Fuck, y/n, I’ve been wanting to fuck you since the minute I first met you.” He said.

He pulled out of you and walked around to your front, where he grabbed you by a fist-full of your hair and forced his cock into your mouth. “I’ve been wondering what your pretty little mouth could do except insult me.” He snarled. He rammed his dick into your mouth for a while until you had saliva dripping down your chin. “Good girl.” He praised. “Taking my dick so well. Let’s see how far you can go.” He held your head in place so you were taking him all the way and his top brushed you back of your throat. You gagged around him and tears pricked your eyes. “Oh fuck” he moaned. He pulled your head back, allowing you to get some air before eventually doing the same thing over and over until you struggled to breathe. He started to moan as his cum released into your mouth in hot spurts, “come on slut, swallow it. Swallow it all.” He spat. You did as he said and he pulled out. Your head hung as you regained your breath.

There was a sudden banging on the door and your heard kol’s voice. “y/n! Y/n? Are you in there? Y/N!!” He shouted. Lucien appeared over you and ripped the chains off you, leaving blood dripping from your wrists. You were covered in bruises and aches all over, your legs so weak you collapsed the second you were free. Lucien grabbed you and held you against him with his arm over your chest. You started to struggle against him but it was no use as you were no-where near as strong as him. The door gave way to reveal Kol and Freya stood there. Just as Kol was about to rush over to you Lucien spoke. “If you take a step closer, I feed her my blood and snap her neck. Oh god. You didn’t want to be a vampire. Let alone a heratic. You hated your powers and had a strict, no vampire blood rule unless it was a life or death situation. Lucien bit into his wrist and held it over your mouth. You had no choice but to drink as you started choking on his blood. your vision was blurred with tears and you heard Freya mutter something. A spell. Before Lucien could react he was screaming. He let go of you and you collapsed. The sun started to burn him. He was on fire. He ran as fast as he could to a sheltered area of the apartment. Freya must have de-activated his daylight ring.

Kol rushed to your side and cradled you into his chest. "It'll be alright darling. I promise. Did he hurt you?" he asked calmly. You nodded. "Where, darling?" you looked up at him and spoke, "M-my stomach, an-and my, um, m-my-" you cut yourself off as you broke down into tears. "I think she means to say her thighs and hips." Lucien smirked. Kol's face contorted with anger and he passed you to Freya. Kol had Lucien held up against the wall in an instant. "You what?!" he shouted. Lucien maintained his smirk and said, "OH she was wonderful, no wonder all you mikaelsons are desperate to get in her pants." Kol growled and threw Lucien into the sunlight. he screeched and dashed back to the shade, hitting the wall and gasping. "Why you little-" Kol was cut-off by Freya. "Kol, I know you want your revenge, but its going to have to wait. We need to get y/n out of here and my spell will wear-off soon. We can't risk endangering her again. Let's go." Kol let out a frustrated sigh and came over to you, picking you up bridal-style and walking out the penthouse with you.

Back at the  Mikaelson compound you woke up to Kol brushing your face with the back of his hand. "Sorry, darling. I didn't mean to wake you." he said. "Oh-uh, don't worry about it." You smiled weakly. He brushed your hair out your face and smile softly back. "When I saw you, all I could think was to rip that bastard's head off. I couldn't stand to see you in pain." He admitted. "I'm okay now." You replied gently. "Well, you see, y/n..." oh god. He never used your name. He always came up with some kind of pet-name. "I realised that if I ever lost you, my world would just...collapse. So o guess what I'm saying is I like you. As more than a bloody friend." He sighed. Ignoring the pain, your reached up and placed a tentative kiss on his lips, cupping his cheek with your hand. It took him a moment to register what happened, but when he did he kissed you back passionately - as if he'd been waiting to do it for a long time. You pulled back, gunning pike an idiot. "Kol." "Yes darling." You took a deep breath, your face turning serious, "I guess what I have to say is..could you get me some food? I'm starving and unlike you, I actually have to eat." A goofy smile broke out on your face. "And to think for a second there I thought you were going to declare you undying love for me, darling." He chuckled and kissed your forehead before standing up and heading to the kitchen. "Kol." "What now?" He stopped and spun on his head. "I like you too." You smiled. His face broke out into an expression of pure joy and he walked out the room.

[deltas-writing-corner]

Warmth: Act 1 - 14

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Disclaimer: This is only the first 1000 words of the chapter. If you would like to read the rest, click here!

Warnings: none

Masterlist: (coming soon)

Ieyasu presses the pads of his middle and index finger all over the area where you had gotten stabbed. He squints at your leg, trying desperately to find any sign of a usual scar on your skin. You want to tell him that no matter how long he looks, no line of lifted or discolored skin is going to miraculously form. Unfortunately for him, you find his confusion hilarious and simply leave him to ponder over your smooth and flawless skin. You don't want him to go back to his grumpy and dismissive attitude. Not yet.

While he stares and slightly twists your leg from side to side, he asks his normal set of questions. Does it hurt anywhere? Do you feel even the slightest bit feverish? How's your appetite? Any headaches or dizziness? What about your breathing, are there any irregularities or pain in your chest? Have you been drinking your medicine as I ordered?

Your answers are always the same. No. No. Normal. No. Not even a twinge. Yes, even though his concoctions taste bitter and make you want to gag. He never gets offended over your clear disdain towards his medicine. He only gives you an approving nod upon hearing that you've been following his instructions, regardless.

It's been a few days since you've regained consciousness, but even when there is no sign of you being ill and with your injury being all but non-existent, you haven't been allowed to do much. You're under strict orders to remain in the medical ward, under constant care and surveillance. The maids won't let you do your normal chores, much less let you thread a needle. You've been very vocal about wanting to return to your room for some much-needed space, but your pleas seem to fall on deaf ears.

At least your new companions have been making the agonizing wait more bearable. Hayai, the little pond turtle you found and showed off to Hideyoshi, rests comfortably by your side. He watches Ieyasu carefully as if to make sure the blonde does nothing that would cause you harm or you didn't like. You reach down and give his leathery neck some good scratches for his diligence.

Despite being wild, he's taken quite a liking to you since you've found him. You think it's because you feed him some fruits and vegetables that come with your meal. But even when there isn't a whiff of food in the air, he always remains by your side and hides away in his murky colored shell whenever you're not around. Even when Kuro was still around, Hayai didn't shelter himself and allowed the serpent to rest on top of his back while he ambled around. They even splashed and chased each other around in the water a few times! Hayai may be slow on land, but he zooms whenever he's within the water. That's why you named him as such, and you’ll continue to stand by your choice even when Mitsuhide pokes fun at you for it.

"By the way," Ieyasu looks up briefly and meets your eyes before looking back at your leg again, "where's that cobra of yours?"

"Viper," you correct him. "If you're wondering what happened to him, ask Mitsuhide.”

Ieyasu is surprised by your answer. “Why him?”

“It's his punishment."

Before he can question you any further, a few knocks rattle the door before pale and slender hands slide them both open to allow your visitor in. Mitsuhide's eyes go wide when he notices your exposed leg within the grasp of Ieyasu. "Oh, my!" he covers his mouth with the tips of his fingers as if he were some innocent noblewoman. "Have I come at a bad time? I can return later and let you two finish up. You ought to lock the door too while you two are at it."

It doesn’t take a genius to understand that he’s subtly implying something more than a medical checkup. You're tempted to grab one of Ieyasu's glass vials he brought, filled with various dried herbs and medicinal roots, and chuck it at Mitsuhide's head for his lame tease. However, you’ve been expecting his arrival these past few days so you’ll let it slide... for now .

“Why are you here?” Ieyasu asks, unsurprisingly sounding annoyed. “Did Lord Nobunaga send you to get me?”

“No, he hasn't. I merely thought our young chatelaine would enjoy some slices of watermelon. It is rather hot today.”

He lifts the neatly wrapped furoshiki with both hands for you two to see. You immediately recognize the fabric wrapped around the small-sized watermelon, green with a white chrysanthemum pattern. Grandmother Hisa must have pulled Mitsuhide aside and ordered him to deliver it to you. Do you think she kindly asked him to hand off her treat to you whilst giving him a kind and grateful pat on the back? Absolutely not. You’re almost certain she gave him a good smack on the back of his head after hearing that he held you down and pressed a knife to your neck. You love that woman so much.

“Come,” you usher him to your side. “We can share a slice.”

“You’re sharing your food with me?”

“Yes, I am. Or have you already forgotten our arrangements?”

“What arrangement?” Ieyasu asks.

“Our Chatelaine is determined to fix my poor diet by having me eat alongside her,” Mitsuhide answers.

“Good luck with that,” Ieyasu unenthusiastically says. “Masamune has been trying to fix his eating habits for years and he has made little progress if any at all.”

“Yeah, well, it's either he eats willingly or I'm tying him up and forcing all his meals down his throat,” you hiss out.

“There’s no need to go that far for my sake. Although...” Mitsuhide cups his chin in his hand and looks off in contemplation. “I suppose being tied up by you doesn’t sound so bad.”

You glare at him. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” he asks with an innocent smile.

Once he’s within range, you reach out and give a harsh tug on his ear, causing him to wince. “Saying weird things!”

“Speaking of weird things,” Ieyasu butts in between your banter. “Mitsuhide, what did you do to the cobra.”

“ Viper .”

Ieyasu gives you an exasperated look. “Does it matter?”

“It does to me!”

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[charmingmarchioness]

The Leidenschaftlich Army - PART 2

The Brigadier General commanded the nosy soldiers to get back to their posts and they immidiately obliged. The Colonels are told to stay because they too, will be present in the meeting. All of them went inside the office and started their discussions.

"I am very glad that you accepted my request, Miss Evergarden. As you can see, what we are asking of you is a bit too much but we simply need your help for this kind of matter."

"Fret not. I am deeply honored that you chose me for this job. If I may ask one thing, why did you choose me? I believe this not just a simple treaty" Violet straightforwardly asked the Brigadier General. With that, Edward burst out laughing and gained the attention of everyone.

"How cute. No one's gonna fool you, huh? Same old beauty." He said in a malicious tone.

"Sir Edward, I did not expect to see you here. Did you escape from the prison? If so, being here is not good for you." Violet said with a bit of concern, making everyone curious.

"Hmm...Is that so? I did not know" He said those words while staring into her deep enchanting eyes. 'Beautiful..." He thought.

"Little Violet, Do you know this young man? What do you mean by prison?" Hodgins asked her while pointing his finger over the guy.

"Yes. He is my former client. He was a high profile criminal that was once being held at the Altair Prison." The Colonel's eyes widen in shock and eyed the Brigadier General who seems to be aware all a long. Edward only smirked.

"This is outrageous! Why is a criminal like him be in this department and the worse of all, he is safe and sound?!" A Colonel named Ahmar chided.

"I agree. We must send him back to the prison once and for all!"

"Brigadier General, How did he even managed to sneak into your office without anyone noticing?"

Gilbert and Laurus are the only ones who aren't joining the dispute. They seem to be in deep thought until they were able to realize something. Hogins is eyeing the man who is still smirking at Violet. 'This guy is a pervert.' He thought disapprovingly.

"Brigadier General, Is he perhaps the spy you were pertaining earlier?" Gilbert asked out of the blue while glaring at Edward. He simply did not like the way he looks at his beloved. The whole area became dead quiet because of what he said.

"Yes, Indeed." The superior nodded.

"As to why he is here, We, the higher ups and I, recruited him as a spy and sent him to that country. Thankfully, he was able to acquire some findings. Also, In exchange for his freedom, he was to serve this country and do whatever he is told. After all, we need all the help we can get."

"Brigadier General, will it really affect this country? Or there is another reason why we need to do this? Please do enlighten us about the real reason behind this peace treaty " Laurus voiced out in a serious tone.

No one is speaking. The atmosphere inside the office suddenly became heavy. The Brigadier General stood up from his chair and went to the window.

"That mysterious country is called Flauvestria (Flo-ves-tra) Kingdom. It is an independent country who has no ties with the other Kingdoms. It is strictly ruled by a warrior descendant. Their ancestors protected the country from invaders and was regarded as a hero with noble blood. It is also a military base country but they aren't ordinary because Flauvestria train full fledge warriors."

"What do you mean by full fledge warriors?" Hodgins asked.

The Brigadier General motioned the spy named, Edward to reveal the information that he had gathered after coming there in disguise.

"Their way of training is inhumanely impossible. Once a child reaches the age of five, they will be forced to move out from their home where they need to undergo a harsh training in the guidance of the instructors who mostly abuses the children. If a child opposes the orders of the adults, he or his siblings will be severely punished."

After Edward uttered those words, he stood and went into Violet. He lifts up her chin and said,

"Now I understand..." Then lowers his head to whisper in her ear

"Why you became like that." He was about to kiss her ear when the three people made a sudden move in unison. Violet pushed him with a strong force making him stumble on the ground. Gilbert stood up and smashed the table with his hard prosthetic hand making the table cracked a little and was about to go to her. Hodgins forcefully grabbed his hands away from her, but unfortunately, because of what Violet did, he too, fell down on the floor.

The Brigadier General and the other Colonels were struck in pure terror because of what they had witness. Laurus was the first one who regained his senses and he chuckled in amusement because the proudness is evident in Gilbert's face. Edward is now lying on the ground and it looks like he lost his consciousness because of the impact that he received.

Violet helped the poor president and she is relieved that he did not receive a serious injury. She kneeled on the floor and checked Edward's vital signs through his neck. She stood up and face all of them confidently.

"I am very sorry for the inconvenience. Do not be afraid. Mr. Edward Jones only lost his consciousness. He will eventually wake up later. For now, let him rest just for a bit." She said in a dignified manner.

"Very well."

The meeting continued as planned. The flow of the conversation has become a heated debate. It took them an hour to conclude it all.

"Brigadier General, what is your purpose for requesting me here? You did not instruct me to write a letter."

That man handed her a piece of golden colored envelope. Violet took it after hesitating a little. Her body became numb when she found out who the sender is.

"Flauvestria....?" Shock was written all over their face.

"The one who requested you is the King of Flauvestria. This letter was delivered in this department yesterday. It looks like Mr. Jones has something to do with this. As you can see it was addressed to you..." Violet opened the letter and read it.

"Violet Evergarden"

'I will be waiting for your arrival...' That is what it says.

"We need your full cooperation. You have to come with us once we invade the Flauvestria Kingdom. You will act as a decoy. With your help, we can achieve victory. " Gilbert stood up and tried to protest against his superior.

"This is unacceptable. This treaty is nothing but a suicide mission. We can go there without having to use her." But, the Brigadier General did not listen to any of his words. Neither did he listen to Hodgins or to the other colonels who disagree with him.

"We need your help, Warrior Maiden of Laidenscaftlic."

"No. Brigadier General, I simply cannot accept your wish. I am...no longer a soldier, nor did a weapon of war. I refuse to be used. In this new life that I have been given, the beast was able to become a person and was able to distinguish what's right and wrong. I will simply go there as an Auto-Memories Doll of the CH Postal Company and I do not intend to go there by just wreaking havoc. Please do understand what I'm trying to say." Violet uttered those words in a calm and elegant manner.

The heavy atmosphere became light and calm because of Violet. She really do have the power to soothe everyone just by hearing her gentle ad pleasing voice. It added the fact that she said those words in a very dignified one.

There is no doubt that she'll be able to win an argument without using force.

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[lena-in-a-red-dress]

When It All Comes Down (a 5x08 alternate ending)

The trouble with engaging L-Corp's satellites for Non Nocere is that it focuses their sight on the Earth's surface-- not the Claymore satellite orbiting into place over their location.

Lena's only warning is a split second of the mountain trembling around her before her memory cuts out, and the next thing she knows she's being hauled out of the rubble that was once Lex's bunker. 

For a moment, her heart trips at the assumption it's Kara's hands wrapped around her wrist and arm, Supergirl's blonde hair glinting in the pre-dawn light. 

It's not.

"Hope?" Lena asks, her voice dry with dust and punctuated by the vicious stab of broken ribs. When her vision goes red, she realizes the sweat on her brow is in fact blood, and her head accepts the invitation to start pounding with agonizing fervor.

Dark eyes gaze down at her solemnly, lips twisting uncomfortably. "No."

Before Lena can think to wonder what the response means, her eyes roll back in her head. When she comes to again, she's tucked under an overhang in the rubble, and insulated by the minimal protection offered by Hope's lab coat. It's been wrapped around her with great care, and something besides broken bones twinges inside her chest.

When Hope notices her return to consciousness, she brightens, and straightens just a bit, but it's not the alertness Lena's come to recognize in Hope.

Lena blinks. "Eve."

The woman exhales, shoulders slumping. "Yes."

"The explosion rendered Hope inert," Lena surmises, without surprise. She embraces what comes next with the same disinterest as her next business meeting. "If you want to finish what you started, now's your chance."

Eve's gaze falls to her hands. Shame.

"I never wanted to--"

"Right. Blackmail, wasn't it? Or did you volunteer no questions asked?"

"And even if I did want to," Eve continues, ignoring Lena's jab, "I would have done it weeks ago."

In a gentle wash, Lena's heart slows perilously, taking the pain with it, leaving her ears nearly ringing. "But-- Hope..."

"Turns out there's more of you in her code than you'd think. She relinquished control in the first week. She independently concluded that infesting me acted against her programming of do no harm."

Lena blinks against the burn of tears building in her eyes. Not even Hope had turned out the way she intended. Lex was right-- she truly is a fool. Lena swallows her pride and her failure in the same breath, and meets Eve's gaze with solemn intent.

"Why didn't you leave? I gave Hope unrestricted access to all of L-Corp's resources and faculties. You could have walked out and never looked back.”

Eve can’t bring herself to meet Lena’s gaze. "I have been running for so long,” she expels softly. There’s a relief in the confession, as though she’s setting down some invisible burden she’s carried with her for who knows how long. “Being back at L-Corp was…”

“Your place to run to ground--”

“I thought maybe if I helped you with your project,” Eve cuts her off again, voice lifting across the sea of debris around them, “as flawed a project as it was, if I helped, maybe I’d be able to make up for what I did.” 

She looks at Lena, as though searching for a forgiveness she knows better than to hope for. Lena doesn’t give her anything more than a hard stare, and a gaze that pulses with every heartbeat. Her head aches, but Lena doesn’t let it show in the scowl tugging at her lips.

"You're right," Eve concludes with a soft sigh, her gaze falling away. "I could apologize every minute for the rest of my life and it still wouldn't make up for what I did. Which is why..."

Eve pauses, pulling a watch from her back pocket. Lena looks closely to find that it isn't a transmat portal, but Supergirl's emergency beacon. Her stomach lurches.

"When I push this button, and Supergirl shows up to save you, we're going to tell her that I'm the one behind Non Nocere. That I coerced your help by threatening to reveal Supergirl's identity to the public. She won't look twice if she believes you did it to protect her."

"The DEO will never believe--"

"Hope and I have seeded enough of a digital trail through L-Corp's system to create reasonable doubt, and looped enough video footage to prove most of our work was done without you present. Supergirl will explain away the rest on her own."

Lena regards her former assistant warily. "Why?"

Eve shrugs. "Like I said-- I'm tired of running." 

Her thumbs rub the edges of the watch, gaze turned inwards. 

"Lena, I... When you met me, Lex had assigned me to CatCo. It was never expected that I’d be able to get close to you. Lex was certain you'd sniff me out the moment I interviewed."

"Yes, I'm an idiot,” Lena grumbles, wincing as her breath catches the wrong way, making her entire body blanch with pain. “We've established that."

When she looks back at Eve, Lena finds her assistant regarding her with a quiet, unfathomable gaze. The intensity of her attention gives Lena pause. She swallows against a dry tongue, suddenly nauseous. 

“You really don't know the effect you have on the world, do you.” 

Eve shakes her head softly, her dismay conveyed with a shrug. 

“Of course not. Lex made you feel like a grain of sand to his multitudes of lightning-glass.”

But when Eve looks at her again, the softness in her features make Lena want to claw at it, rip it to shreds with her fingernails like an animal. To carve ribbons into that gentle regards and leave it bleeding as badly as she had, that day in Lex’s bunker, alone.

She does nothing.

“When you hired me away from CatCo,” Eve continues, “you were the first person to ever see something in me besides a doormat. Even as nice as James was, he saw me only as an assistant. Someone to prop him up so he could do his job. You were the only one who saw me as someone with my own contribution to make. 

“When you see someone, you SEE them. You can’t begin to imagine how much that can mean to someone.”

A heavy knot tightens in Lena’s chest. Doesn’t she? Isn’t that how Kara was able to slip under her walls and dig her hooks in her so easily? Because she made Lena feel seen, for the first time in her life.

“And no,” Eve continues, oblivious to Lena’s discomfort, “I know I could never make amends. Not to you. I know that once your trust is lost it can’t be regained, especially when it was lost to an act malice. But Lena…”

Lena wants to ignore the plaintive sound of her name, but her gaze slides back to Eve against her will.

“Supergirl didn’t keep her secret out of malice.”

“You don’t know--”

“I know the difference between an act of violence and an act of desperation,” Eve insists. “I faced the same decision she did, and I made the wrong choice. But Kara Danvers made the right one, even if it came too late. Her deception came from a desire to love you.”

“A liar forgiving a liar,” Lena mutters. “Imagine that.”

“Kara made a mistake. But why is it that the one you’re truly punishing is yourself?”

Lena glares at her, pain ebbing beneath the sharp, sudden stab of anxiety that confuses as much as it surprises her. The idea is ludicrous, and yet-- why does she feel as though she’s been caught out?

If Eve sees her panic, she doesn’t mention it. She releases a silent breath, and turns her attention down to the beacon still resting in her hands. She brushes her finger over the activation button, preparing to press it.

"Wait."

Eve's finger hovers over the button. Lena gazes at Eve with tired eyes. 

"You said... Is that why you think Non Nocere is flawed? Because you think I’m punishing myself?"

Eve nods. "You may tell yourself you’re trying to make humanity better, but that’s not what you’re doing. You’re removing your need to trust.”

Lena blinks, heart pounding. Her mouth opens, but no sound emerges.

“You’ve already seen enough hurt, Lena. Don’t be the one who hurts yourself the most.”

A faint beep breaks the quiet between them, and the el mayarah pulses on the watch face with a warm glow. They both stare at it for a long moment, until Eve reaches forward and settles the watch atop a nearby rock.

“Give Kara a chance to make it right,” she says quietly. “If can forgive her, maybe you’ll be able to forgive yourself.”

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[jackiejacks923]

Lovers’ Point

Pairing: OC x Yugyeom

A/N: Happiest of birthdays to the ever so wonderful, supportive, and beautiful @thespadesinyourhearts !!!!! You inspired this story and so it is my gift to you. Wishing you happiness, love, health and success. Hope this day is full of rainbows and cake and yugyeom. Love you bunches, my strawbearie <3<3

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Yugyeom laid out his picnic blanket on the beach of Lovers’ Point like he has every fortnight for the past 14 years of his life. He placed the basket of strawberries next to him and started throwing them as far out into the water as possible. As he did so, he always recalled the events of that fateful day.

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He didn’t know how it happened. All he knew was he was falling...fast. The point of the cliff getting farther and farther away from him. Until the cold impact of the ocean water below surrounded him. Yugyeom was only 8 and while he had taken swimming lessons, he still wasn’t skilled enough for the wild ocean waters. Right before he blacked out, he saw a glimpse of a sparkly fish tail that reminded him of the blue and purple galaxies he looked at in his space books with twinkling stars.

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Zee was swimming along her merry way when she heard a splash not too far off and saw a body of a little boy about her age struggling in her realm with a basket of something in his hand. When she saw that the boy had given up and was falling deeper into her home, she quickly swam to his side and took him to the closest shore for air.

***

Zee was able to get Yugyeom breathing once she laid him on the beach, but he remained unconscious probably from the shock of the experience. Zee remained by his side, mostly because she was curious about the contents of his basket. She’s never smelled anything like it in her young life before, but it appealed to her senses. Being the curious little mermaid she was, she attempted to take a bit out of this reddish, spotted thing. When she did, and the taste attacked her tastebuds, her mind was blown. It was nothing like she’s ever tasted and she was hooked. She took another bite and savored it.

“Holy Posideon’s Trident!” Zee exclaimed, “What is this thing?”

“Strawberries,” a strained voice said from beside her.

Shocked, she looked over to see the boy had regained consciousness and was smiling up at her. Her initial instinct was to swim away. The humans have always been so unpredictable when it came to discovering her kind and she knew her mama would rather have her be safe and run away from them. So she jumped back into the water and when Yugyeom sat up in an attempt to stop her, all he saw of her was a wave of her galaxy colored tail dipping back into the water.

***

Weeks later, when Yugyeom’s parents felt comfortable letting him back out unsupervised, he went back to the shore he woke up on with a basket of strawberries. One by one, he started throwing them as far as his arm allowed him to hoping that it would attract his mermaid heroine back to him.

It took a few more attempts before Zee finally poked her head up while taking a bite out of the strawberry he had last thrown. Zee had been traveling back to that same beach in hopes that she would find some remnants of these strawberries she has taken a liking to.

When Yugyeom finally saw her figure, he ran out to the water and swam up to her.

“You’re the mermaid that saved me!” he exclaimed once he reached her. Zee shyly nodded sucking on the stem of the strawberry she just finished. “I wanted to say thank you.” Yugyeom said. “My name is Yugyeom.”

“I’m Zee,” she replied.

* * *

It was at the first introduction Yugyeom and Zee agreed to this traditional meeting. They spent their childhood together playing on the beach. If it rained, they took shelter among the rocks and just talked and told each other stories of their days spent apart. Even during the cold winter months, Zee would come to the shore and just sit in the sand talking and spending time with Yugyeom.

As they grew older, their childhood friendship blossomed into a love so pure. It was at the age of 16 when Yugyeom was now allowed to stay out until the stars came out. He had built a small fire to keep them warm as they watched the sun set and the stars start twinkling one by one.

Zee was laying on his lap wondering if it was possible for him to have gotten even more  handsome since their last meeting. She had gotten to a point where she just wanted to be by Yugyeom’s side constantly. A dream and love she kept to herself. She knew it was something that could never be. He couldn’t breathe in her world and she couldn’t walk in his. Regardless, she was grateful to have him in her life and this time they set aside for one another.

“There she is,” Yugyeom then said as he looked at the sky.

“Who?” Zee asked.

“Cassiopeia,” Yugyeom said as he pointed to the sky.

“Where?” Zee then sat up and looked up to where Yugyeom was pointing.

He leaned in closer to her, their cheeks almost touching, and Yugyeom traced the constellation for her.

“Wow,” Zee said in awe, “That’s amazing! You know she was punished because of her vanity. Poseidon put her up there as punishment for thinking she was more beautiful than us sea women.”

Yugyeom then looked at Zee. “I can’t say anything about the other mermaids, but no one can ever be as beautiful as you.”

It was at that moment when Zee turned to meet his eyes about to playfully push him away for joking like that they shared their first kiss underneath the stars.

* * *

Now, here they were in their 22nd year of life still at each other’s side.

“You promise you’ll come back?” Zee’s 10 year old little sister, Cel, asked her for the millionth time since they left home.

“I promise, Cel. I won’t be gone for too long,” she reassured her sister.

“Be careful up there,” Cel advised, “He better take care of you or so help me, I will drown him next time he goes swimming.” Zee laughed at her little sister’s threat and kissed her forehead and sent her back home to their parents.

Clearly, this was not the first time she has been up to land, but this time was different. A strawberry entered the water and she went to retrieve it like she always did and surfaced to see her love waiting for her on the shore. He waved when he saw her and proceeded to take off his shirt to join her in the water. She gestured for him to wait for her on the beach and quickly as her fins could take her, joined him on the sand.

He greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and a huge smile on his face. “Happy birthday, my love.”

She thanked him as she caressed his cheek. “Mama told me a story for my birthday,” she told him, “Do you know why they call this place Lovers’ Point?”

Yugyeom nodded. “They say those that find love here are destined and will be together forever.” He took a hold of Zee’s hand then.

“Mama told me there’s an addition to that legend in our world,” Zee continued, “She told me that if it’s a human and a merperson that is destined, that merperson gains magic from that love.”

“What kind of magic?” Yugyeom eagerly asked.

“A magic that ensures forever for the two between the two different realms,” Zee answered as she scooted back so that her fins were entirely on land. “Yugyeom, you’re the only one I will ever love.”

“And I love you ‘til the stars stop shining in the sky, Zee,” he replied. With that vow spoken between the two, they shared a kiss. As they did, the magic was initiated. When they broke the kiss, Zee’s fins turned into a pair of legs. The pair smiled brightly and Yugyeom helped her on to her new limbs.

“But that’s not all,” Zee said. She took him into the water. They kissed once more, the magic proving legends to be true and gave them both fins to travel in Zee’s world. Yugyeom was amazed and excited to finally be able to join Zee in her natural element. They both dove into the water and admired Yugyeom’s new fins. Zee giggled. “They look like a strawberry!” she exclaimed. They were that shade of red and each scale outlined in black.

“That makes sense,” Yugyeom laughed and then pulled her into his arms, “So where to first? It’s your birthday.”

“I want to pick strawberries on your farm,” Zee said with a big smile on her face. Yugyeom nodded.

And so they swam back to shore to embark on their first adventure outside the world of Lovers’ Point.

#Happy Birthday Zili

[kyouxa]

Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Reiji Sakamaki (Story 10+CG)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! I’m an amateur translator, but I hope you do enjoy it anyway!♡

Place: Scarlet Mansion — Reiji’s bedroom

Yui: …Ngh…

(It‘s warm and comfortable… it feels save. I want to feel this way more—)

(I wonder, is someone stroking my hair? It seems like a gentle hand… who is it… ?)

Y-Yes… ?

Reiji: Oh, seems like I woke you up. You can continue to sleep if you want to.

Yui: R… Reiji-san… ?

Huh!? Why am I resting in your bed?

Reiji: You turned out being pretty tired. While you sorted the materials, you looked like you were close to lose consciousness.

As it came, you seemed to hit your head pretty hard on the desk, I apologize for my behavior but I decided to carry you to my bed instead.

Yui: T-Thats right.

(So I was here to gather up the survey materials which the familiars collected)

(If we put everything together, the map will finally be completed. However, I fell asleep…)

I-I‘m sorry. While I tried to help you I…

Reiji: It doesn‘t matter. You are doing this everyday, it is obvious that you get tired. Please, consider resting a little more.

Yui: No, I‘m fine. I will return to the summary of the materials right away.

…Oh, by the way Reiji-san. Did you watch me sleep the entire time?

Reiji: No way, I would never do such unapproved things. However, I just took a break myself and watched you for awhile.

Although, I was pleased by your nocturnal sleeping face for a while.

Yui: (Hey, so he did watch my sleeping face… !)

(I wonder why he did that. I know it is a common thing for us to spending time together, although we have a thin time schedule)

(It is embarrassing, because after such a long time I couldn‘t even remember him being my lover… !)

Reiji: Your face shares the color of a red apple. I wonder what you are thinking about just now?

Yui: Huh!? N-No, I just—

Choices

1) — Shyness (white)

2) — Tiredness (black)

— Shyness ♡

Yui: I-I was just shy. It‘s been such a long time since we spent our time together like this…

Reiji: Even before we came to this residence, we used to spent a lot of times together like this.

Yui: But, after all this is different.

The two of us weren’t lovers back then when our memories were falsified, don‘t you think the same thing?

Reiji: I understand. That is indeed a reason. Then, does that mean you are ashamed of the two of us spending time alone again?

Yui: T-That’s right…

(I answered without thinking. It‘s so embarrassing that this escape from my mouth)

— Tiredness

Yui: I think it’s because of my fatigue. It might be, that I got a fever as well!

Reiji: I understand, this should not be it. Then, let me measure with your forehead for awhile.

Yui: Kya!? Both of my cheeks are suppressed! He is getting closer to my forehead, wait a second!)

Reiji: What is the matter? Is your heat getting hotter just because I am approaching to your forehead?

Yui: I-I’m sorry, I lied to you. Actually, I was just shy of the two of us being alone again, after such a long time…

Reiji: Hehe, you could have been honest from the very beginning. Your thoughts should be like an outlook.

Yui: (After all, he is right)

end Choices

Reiji: Apparently, I was making you feel more lonely than I had imagined. I did not intend to do this.

I was probably too focused on my research and neglected you because of it. This should be disqualified.

Yui: Eh, that‘s not true at all! You always are kind and caring, nobody could ever disqualify Reiji-san as my lover.

Reiji: Thank you very much. But, I can‘t just fully accept your words like this. That’s why—

Yui: (Huh? Why did he take his hand away?)

Reiji: With this, I will make up for my behavior… mwah…

Yui: Kya! Y-You don‘t need to make up for anything, I said it‘s okay!

Reiji: Don‘t hesitate like this. In addiction, did you already forget that you are laying in my bed?

If you keep on hesitating like this, maybe you would prefer it if I punished you instead of making out then?

Yui: (This would be more than troublesome!)

Reiji: Apparently, it seemed like your heart decided what it wants. As it looks, it is begging for me to mess with it.

Yui: Y-Yes…

(Somehow, it feels more pampered than usual because of his sudden cold attitude…)

Ah, how is creating the map going?

Reiji: There still is work to do. I decided to take a break until my familiar comes back.

Yui: That’s right. It that case, it‘s fine.

Oh, Reiji-san. Once the map is complete, will you be able to find a way to get out of this place?

Reiji: I can‘t say anything about this. For now, let’s just try out our best.

Yui: Yes, understood…

(Only the two of us regained their memories until now. We need to make sure to change the current situation real quick)

(But, I wonder if we can be successful with our power)

Place: Scarlet Mansion — Storage

Shu: Why is it that I need to help you carrying this luggage…

Yui: It can‘t be helped. It was a request from Reiji-san in the first place.

Shu: A request? You are mistaking this for an order.

Yui: T-That might be true…

(I need to keep my guard from Kino-kun, but Shu-san will be attached when Reiji-san’s hand is not available)

(I feel a little sorry for Shu-san, but he is the only reliable person for the time being)

Shu: You were asked to bring all that stuff just to prepare food for the next dinner?

Yui: Y-Yes! If we bring this much, I‘m sure we willl have enough for everyone.

(After all, Yuma-kun will bring his vegetables from the garden so this should be more than enough to eat)

(Huh? Speaking of that…)

There are no shops or mail orders here, right? How do you get those daily necessities like food then?

Shu: Hah? You don’t even know that kind of stuff? These supplies are coming out and in without permission.

Yui: Huh? W-Without permission!?

Shu: There is this certain place where supplies are regularly replenished.

We are usually sending our familiars out there to go and get them.

Yui: So that’s how, everyone is getting their supplies…

(There is no way for things to come out and in without permission. I’m surely, the someone who made this space is replenishing it)

(Their memory loss, I’m sure that is why nobody is doubting this either …)

(It is scary how they are messing with our memories. I wouldn‘t even know what to believe in this world anymore myself)

Shu: Is this too complex for you?

Yui: N-No! It is alright. Let‘s just head to the kitchen already.

(I‘m sure Reiji-san is aware of this as well. This whole miniature garden… it’s scaring me)

T-That’s it… Could Shu-san, make up with Reiji-san once again, please?

Shu: Hah? Reconciliation?

Yui: I mean, wasn’t it a bit of an unpleasant argument in the last meeting?

Back then, I think Reiji-san wasn‘t fully in control over his mind, that’s why I want you to make up.

Shu: Oh, you mean that… I didn‘t care about it at all.

Reiji and I were acting like this from the very beginning.

Yui: Such… the two of you are brothers, how can you face each other with such a cold attitude…

Shu: Just because we’re brother we don’t need to get along. Hah… pathetic feelings.

*Shu leaves*

Yui: (… Even if Shu-san’s attitude is cold against Reiji-san, they are brothers… They can’t change their past anymore)

(But now, they can’t endure each other just like they could remember…)

(First, I should try if I can get back his memories while remembering him of his past together with Reiji-san…)

Place: Scarlet mansion — living room

Yui: (Hah… I can’t sleep at all…)

(Right now, I’m the only person who seems to be awake… but, I can’t fall asleep after all)

I’m getting more eager to get everyone’s memories back… but I can’t find any opportunities.

It feels like I keep letting the time pass on it’s own, I feel like I should just give up…

Reiji: That should not be like this. It is way too early to already give up at this point.

Yui: Reiji-san!?

Reiji: Even in the mansion, I thought I told you to not walk around alone like that?

Yui: I-I’m sorry…

Reiji: No, it is acceptable as long as I’m aware of your appearance. There is no need to apologize.

Let me prepare some tea then. Like this you will be able to fall asleep soon.

Yui: Y-Yes! Thank you.

*time passes*

Yui: Ha… after all, a cup of tea really does soften your heart.

Reiji: This tea was made out of lavender close to the waterfall, like this you will get sleepy soon.

Yui: I’m sorry once again, I’m the one who is causing you so much trouble…

Reiji: No… in fact, I could not fall asleep myself either so I decided to stand up.

Yui: Huh? Is that so?

Reiji: I can’t find a reliable way to regain their memories… at least, I don’t think we can do anything.

Only such thoughts came to my mind as well, I started to get worried over the situation.

Yui: (That means, Reiji-san and I are worrying about the same thing…)

After all, it really is a difficult task we’re trying to handle, right… ?

Reiji: I wonder. It might depend on our abilities and point of view.

It might have been good if I had charisma that could convince everyone.

Just like Shu does.

Yui: Eh?

Reiji: That has always been the case. He attracts people with his nature and makes them want to lend their power. There is such a property.

If it was Shu, not me, who regained his memory, this situation could have been overcome easily.

I could not stop thinking about you. I could not stop think about all of this…

Yui: Reiji-san…

(He kept thinking about this the entire time. Certainly, it would be encouraging if Shu remembered. However—)

I’m sure, this situation would be clogged even if anyone’s memories returned.

Reiji: No matter who remembers?

Yui: Yes. Because this is the situation, nobody remembers who exactly they are, they are all confused.

But even if they can’t remember, I’m sure everyone is trying their best… I know they do.

In fact, the both of us had weird memories and we tried our best as well.

Reiji: That is right, we surely tried our best even if we had misplaced memories.

Even I did some unapproved extra things I shouldn’t have done. I tried to handle my anger, although it just made the situation disadvantageous.

Yui: (Ugh… how should I respond)

Reiji: But, as a result I was able to remember everything with your hand in mine.

And now, the two of us are trying to change this whole situation.

Yui: (….!)

Reiji: … I agree. Regardless of your nature, you can’t help but hate what you have to do right now.

We might be able to succeed.

Yui: Yes… I’m sure we can.

Reiji: I agree…

Yui: (The taste of this certain tea, it looks like it got a little bit calmer)

(Like this, I hope Reiji-san’s ambition can get a little clearer… )

Reiji: I was going to comfort you, but at the end you were the one who comforted me.

It’s likely for me, to have a good dream now. I should thank you for your advice, now can I give you something back?

Yui: Something back?

*Reiji comes closer*

Reiji: Yes, so that you can sleep a little more comfortably… are you accepting my offer?

Yui: I… uhhh

(A-After all, I’m more nervous than usual, because it’s been such a long time since we did those lover things)

(I’ve been treated so gently and kind the entire time, I missed this feeling, how could I ever resist it…)

Reiji: What is your reply? I might force myself on you since I won’t accept any refuse.

Yui: Yes… I-I accept it…

Being slightly forced, would just make me more nervous than I already am…

Reiji: Huh? …Good grief, you really are a lady without any proper manners.

However, it is my responsibility to take care of your manners… good idea.

You shall donate all of your sweet blood to me. Instead of punishment, I will make sure that you shiver in pleasure.

I won’t accept neither resistance nor rejections.

Yui: Y-Yes…

Roses:

Reiji’s shoulder: What’s the matter? Is being touched by my hands, making you feel somehow unpleasant? However, if you insist I will touch you as much as you like.

Yui’s head: What do you feel embarrassed about now? It is not like we have been doing this for only one or two times. But, seeing this kind of expression full of pleasure on your face once in awhile, I don’t mind it at all.

Reiji: Good answer— …Nn… Nn…

Yui: …Ngh, Ahh…

(It feels like it’s been such a long time, since his fangs… sucked my blood… ngh)

Reiji: Please be silent. What would happen if you woke someone up?

Yui: I-It would be troublesome… ngh

Reiji: If so, be a little patient with your voice…Nn…Nn…

Yui: (S-Somehow, my vision is getting blurred… but, I can’t let my voice come out… ngh)

Ngh… Ahh…

Reiji: Hehe… it sounded good. I love you — mwah…

Yui: (Kya… !?)

Reiji: With your blood, it is more likely to feel a little drunk. Let’s leave it like this for today.

Are you feeling sleepy now?

Yui: Y-Yes… somehow I am feeling sleepy…

Reiji: Then, let’s return to my room. I’ll drag you, so you won’t fall down.

Yui: (I don’t need to worry about anything, once I’m in Reiji-san’s arms…)

(Yes… I’m already… sleepy…)

*Yui falls asleep*

Reiji: Oh? Have you fallen asleep already?

Yui: Zzz… Zzz…

Reiji: This could become a problem. No matter how many times you are unprotected, this is not likely to get easily fixed.

However, if you are free from any troublesomeness even if it is just for a short time, you can have a gentle dream.

Good night. Yui —

Place: Orange mansion — living room

Kanato: Ahh really, this is already getting so noisy!

In spite of the familiarity of Scarlet. Do you think you can disturb my precious sleeping time like this?

Shin: That’s why I told you to just relax with those bats. Would you please turn down the volume of your voice?

… Huh? Hold on for a second. It seems to have a letter.

Ayato: Ho? I wonder what’s written in there. Open the window, let’s try getting it inside!

*Ayato opens window*

Shin: Ahh, Idiot! Without permission… !

Kanato: It really came in. It’s quieter than I expected.

Shin: Now let’s see what this is. Did you really bring a letter with you? Show me what you brought.

…Kn, this is…

Ruki: What’s wrong? Why are you making a fuss?

Shin: Brother, this might be interesting for you as well. Here, look.

Ruki: What? … Oh, I understand. It may be different, but it is certainly interesting if it is true.

Please reply. Thank you for your cooperation.

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[awkward-jouno]

an encounter.

'Tecchou!' Teruko calls out from the other side of the inner room as the swordsman's attack on the witch gets deflected. 

'Leave it to me.', you assure them. You sense that by doing so, you have directed its attention to you. As if staged, you dodge its attack and speak once again. 'You okay?' 

'I'll live.', Tecchou says with ragged breathing. 'Dammit, I can taste blood in my throat.'

'Ignore it.', you reply almost immediately. 'Like you said, you'll live. Let me handle this.'

'You really wanna do this without a plan?', Teruko has placed herself in a high position in the barrier, leaning itself well for a bird's eye view. 'You're not going to hold it off until Tachihara and Fukuchi are done clearing the familiars?'

'Nah.' You hold up your hand.

'Jouno, don't be stupid.' Tecchou sighs. 

'They can wait. Let them take their time. Tecchou, I'll taunt and direct it towards you. You'll finish it off, then.'

'Got it.', Tecchou reluctantly agrees with your 'plan' for as far as he can call it a 'plan'. 'Also, pay attention to your Soul Gem.' he says as a final warning.

'What do you mean?', you ask, but feel at the same time that it's had better days. 'Never mind...' You jump away and face the witch directly. 

That surprises Teruko. 'Jouno, what are you...?'

But you don't pay attention to her. 'Hey, you.', you speak in a low voice. 'Don't you go and underestimate me just because I so happen to be blind. I'll cut you down! Oh, what's that?', You move away from another attack and choose position again. You can hear the worried screams and cries of Teruko and Tecchou and feel Tachihara and Fukuchi nearing the place, but you go on nonetheless. 'I know exactly what is bothering you. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. You can't send your familiars anymore, huh? That's right; my friends just killed them all!'

Suddenly, Tecchou jumps in front of you and attacks the witch in your place. 'Enough!', He sends you an angry glare. 'Jouno, this time, you went too far!'

His words echo in your mind as you start to feel lightheaded. A high peep rings in your ears. 'Tecchou...' you whisper, before losing your consciousness and falling.

----

A few seconds later, you wake up.

'Ugh...' You grab your head as your awareness returns to you. But...

'Tecchou...? Teruko...? Where am I? Where are you?' You don't feel their presence anymore, but you also don't detect the witch.

'There you are.'

'Ah!'

Someone enters your perception.

'You...you are...?'

At first, this person seems like a stranger, but you soon feel who they are. 

'...me?'

The magic trail seems to be your very own, and the voice as well comes close to yours, if a bit robotic sounding. 

'You're quick as always, huh.', the copy of you laughs. 'That was a great performance of you back there, don't you agree?'

'You mean...', You think you know what it's talking about. 'My taunting of the witch?'

'Exactly.', Unlike with all other people you've met, you can't seem to detect the state of their heart at all. 'That's where your true self shines. Which is me, by the way. And I just love it when you do things like that!'

'What...what do you mean?' You start to get confused now. 

'You revel in it, don't you? The way their heart beats faster when you do another threat and the sound of their ragged breathing as you tell them you will kill them here and now...'

'What the hell are you getting at?' You become a bit tired at its vagueness. It laughs again before answering you.

'Oh, come on, don't act as if you don't know! Don't say you like to...well, I can also say it directly if you're like this. You're a sadistic manchild.'

'That's what they all say.', You hold up your hands. It is far from the first time you've heard this. 'It's not all me, though. Gotta say it's also a result of all the tests I've had.'

'Oh, that's a lie.', The copy’s voice is inflected by laughter. 'The sadism has always been yours. Don't lie. I know when you're lying, so don't even try.' You sigh at that. 'Don't you sigh at me like that.' It continues to talk to you on a condescending tone. But currently, you lack any arguments to turn the tide. 'You honestly baffle me at times. You like threatening and killing others so much. Why not do that to everyone, if it sparks so much joy in you?'

You can't tell if it's serious. 'I have no idea if you're serious, but I can say that you're partially correct.', You speak up. 'However, I won't kill my friends. I wouldn't be able to handle four against one.'

'Why not?', It asks in a playful manner. 'You might die, but I'm sure it'd be worth it.'

'Dishonoring myself is worth it?' You think you can feel where it's getting at.

'Screw that perspective.', It draws out that first word. 'Think of the rush it'd give! Come on, you know them better than anyone! All of their weaknesses and bad habits. And you know you like it...' The copy of you is bursting with excitement when talking about it.

You snap. 'I understand the point you're making. Don't worry, you won't need to repeat yourself. But this, this is where I draw the line in the sand. I'll never threaten or hurt my friends!'

It pauses for a second, then speaks up again. 'You're more pathetic than I thought. I'm part of you, so you still have this idea deep inside.'

You realize that one and one makes two - the sole fact that this proposal is made by this part of you, directly implies that the idea is still somewhere in your heart. 

'...you have a point.'

'Good.', is the sole thing it reacts with initially. 'It's about time that you become aware of my existence. You don't need to act on me...although it'd be more fun if you did, haha.'

You draw the logical conclusion that to change its behavior or even make it disappear, you'll have to change yourself. 

'I'll get you out.' you say with confidence.

'I'd love to see you try.', And there it is, the same condescending tone as before. 'I'll always be a part of you. Whether you like it or not.' You don't know what to think of this comment. 'So, consider my offer. I'll be there. For now...'

----

Teiresias

Doppel of enjoyment. Its form is a corporal punishment device. The master of this emotion is not happy with it lingering in his heart, and would rather see it gone. It subjects anything in its surroundings, no matter friend or foe, to torture that fits the sins of the victim. This is purposefully not enough to kill, so it often toys around with them, each punishment more cruel than the last. An enormous sense of relief will fall on its master once it disappears again. It is one out of five representations of punishment goals, this one representing satisfaction.

----

'...Jouno?'

Teruko's voice brings you back to reality. 

'I'm...' You regain sweet, sweet consciousness and find yourself at the place you found the barrier. Which must mean...

'You defeated the witch.', Fukuchi states. 'You blacked out there for a few seconds or so.'

'Really?', You frown. 'It felt longer. Like five minutes, at least.'

'It wasn't nearly that long.', Tecchou emphasizes the word 'nearly'. 'But it was sudden, though. Not long after, you changed into this giant thing...' He slows down his explanation. 

'What do you mean exactly?' You stand up and tilt your head. 

'Well...', You can hear at his way of speaking that Tecchou hesitates to tell you. 'It was surrounding you. I don't know how to describe it. It was a horrifying sight, with ropes and blades and...lots of blood everywhere...'

Teruko suddenly shouts. 'Yeah, it was so awesome!'

A shiver runs down your spine. 'Ugh. Let's forget it for the time being.' You want to ask for the Grief Seed, but realize your Soul Gem is clean now. 

'Good idea.', Tecchou agrees. 'Let's get back to base. My soy sauce latte is waiting for me.'

'You never change, do you.' You smile at another of his strange decisions. 

And neither will you.

#bsd #bsd jouno #saigiku jouno #pmmm au #magia record #pmmm crossover #bsd crossover #not awkward jouno #gumi speaks #((just so you know #jouno's doppel/witch is fucking vicious #so yeah)) #tw sadism

[jadekitty777]

Finally Over (Yet I'm Still Here)

Jesus almighty, that last post exploded beyond all my expectations. I’m very honored.

So… anyone want a fanfic? Completely based on my random speculation that Raven not only knows Summer is alive but is also protecting her in some way?

(Honestly, I won’t even say this is a good fanfic, not to my personal standards at least. But it had some great lines in it I just could NOT let sit on my hard drive for eternity.)

Rating: K+

Word Count: 1800

Pairings: Tai/Summer, Raven/Tai and (implied) Summer/Raven

Summary: After Summer’s last mission had gone horribly, irreversibly wrong, Raven had had to spend half her life protecting her, her secret and their family. Now, with the war freshly over, Summer can finally return to their family. And Raven, the piece that never fit, could finally leave it all behind.

So why did she feel like she was making a horrible mistake?

Ao3 Link: Finally Over (Yet I'm Still Here)

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Finally.

After a long, grueling day taking down Salem’s forces, clearing the rest of Beacon of Grimm and re-securing the vault, that was the only thing Raven could think. Finally, this was over. Finally, the mission was complete. Finally, the truth could be told.

As they approached the auditorium, she looked to the woman she’d spent nearly two decades of her life looking out for. Summer was worrying her bottom lip, looking like she was more ready for an execution than a reunion.

“What’s that pathetic look for?” Raven snarked.

It didn’t snap her out of her anxious daze as much as she had hoped. “What if they don’t want me anymore? It’s been so long and,” She looked to her, “I’m scared Rae.”

Don’t look at me like that. “Oh, don’t give me that nonsense.” She huffed, “Tai was practically blubbering when you showed up. Qrow too. And the girls,” Raven faltered, but quickly picked herself back up, “Well, they’ll adjust just fine.”

They stopped at the auditorium doors. A quick sweep told her they were the last to arrive. Most people were inconsequential, even the ones she did know by name; but Raven’s eyes quickly landed on the small family that did. Qrow was by the wall, slouched over a bit. He was saying something to Tai. She studied him a little longer, taking in the weary lines along his face, the fading luster of his blond hair. He’d aged; she knew that of course, she’d seen him plenty of times on her visits, but she never realized just how tired he appeared, like life had unfairly thrown him through the ringer.

Ignoring the slight pang in her chest, she focused on their daughter instead. Yang’s voice practically boomed over everyone else’s, her shouts of joy echoing along what was left of the dome-like ceiling. She was swinging Blake around in circles. Their other teammate, the heiress, just looked perpetually exasperated. And Ruby –

Raven could tell Summer was staring at her the most. This small version of herself, knelt down on the ground beside the boy who had been Oz’s new reincarnation, in that kind and gentle way Summer herself always had for others. The boy had been knocked out during the fight; but it seemed he’d regained consciousness now, a hand on his forehead as he spoke to her. Another blond boy, the one she remembered had stupidly challenged Cinder back at Haven, was on his other side, healing him.

Ruby said something and almost anxiously looked around the room. Raven realized after a beat who she had to be searching for just as her eyes landed on them.

She could practically hear Summer’s heart stop. But even as Ruby got to her feet and started to make her way towards them, she didn’t even twitch.

“You’ve waited fifteen years for this.” Raven placed a hand on her back and pushed the frozen woman forward. “Go already.”

She stumbled a bit, almost looked back, but couldn’t tear her eyes away from her daughter long enough. As if in a spell, she walked forward.

The others had taken notice of her presence; before they could notice hers as well, Raven stepped back into the shadows.

As the two finally stopped in front of one another, she heard Summer start, “Ruby, I-”

Ruby didn’t even wait, throwing her arms around her in a crushing hug. “Mom!” With her back to her, Raven couldn’t see her expression, but she saw the way Summer crumbled, clutching onto her daughter’s cape. But it was the soft, “I missed you” that finally broke her down to tears.

And then she was babbling. Nonsensical apologizes and ‘I love yous’ that should have been apparent even if she said nothing at all. After spending so many years in forced isolation, only Raven for the occasional company, all to protect her family from the curse placed upon her, how could there be a question about it? It was ridiculous, but it wouldn’t be Summer if it wasn’t.

Qrow was nudging Tai now. He looked even more mechanical than Summer had, and even though he’d fought right beside her not even an hour ago, it seemed he still couldn’t quite believe she was truly in front of him. But his smile when she finally looked at him was-

Raven averted her gaze, not dwelling on it. And when she saw Yang moving too, she decided now was the best time to leave. Her job was done.

She turned away, heading back down the broken halls of Beacon. They reflected the way her heart felt.

But what had she been expecting, really? She burned her own bridges; regretting it was foolish. She had gotten what she had wanted, hadn’t she? She’d escaped the old tribe leader, Ozpin, Salem. Even Summer. She wasn’t a tool for anyone to use anymore. Her life was hers again, but she recognized all the things she gave up for that freedom. She couldn’t look back. Not now.

So caught up in her own thoughts, she didn’t realize anyone had followed her.

“Running away again?” Her brother’s flippant attitude was all-too familiar.

“Of course. I did my good deed for the year.” She said, shrugging her shoulders as if the task of hiding her best friend had been just as easy as the time she’d had to do some community service cleaning up trash at the docks.

“Doesn’t mean you have to leave.” How many times was he going to ask her to come back?

She sighed, looking over her shoulder. “Still on about that? What happened to ‘We’re not family anymore’?”

“Yeah, maybe I, jumped the gun on that one.” He seemed different. She’d noticed it while they were fighting together too; but now, close enough to really look at him, she realized how clear his eyes seemed.

When had he stopped drinking?

She turned away again. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Raven-”

“Goodbye, Qrow.” She hopped over the rubble of a collapsed wall to step out into the courtyard beyond. She looked to the sky, wide and empty and hers, took a breath as she got ready to morph.

And heard a scream.

“RAVEN BRANWEN DON’T YOU DARE.”

Fuc-!

She didn’t even get a chance to complete the swear before she was showered in white petals as Summer teleported above her, tackling her down. Raven felt the air whoosh out of her as she hit the ground and her weapon detached from her belt, clanking onto the concrete beside them. She stared at the clouds above her, grumbling heatedly, “What did I tell you about teleporting to me like that?”

“Wouldn’t have to if you’d act like a normal human being. What do you think you’re doing?” Summer scowled.

“Leaving.” She heard some rocks rattling, and a glance back revealed Qrow, Tai, Yang and even Ruby had followed. Followed Summer, that is.

“Well that’s dumb.”

“And this is awkward. Get off already.”

“No!” She jabbed her finger in her face. “Not moving until you agree to stay.”

What a brat. “Fine.” Raven said simply, sliding her hand to the side of them. A portal opened. Summer could only ‘Eep!’ as she wrapped her arms around her and rolled them both in.

She managed to readjust them in the short freefall, and when she came dropping out next to Tai, she was carrying the smaller woman bridal style. “Take your wife.”

He looked between the two of them. Grinned teasingly. “Which one?”

Really? She gave him an annoyed look, before tossing Summer. Tai was always a good catch though, and snatched her up with ease.

She ignored how perfect they looked together. “Let me make this easy, for all of you. No one owes me anything. Don’t feel obligated to ‘welcome me back’.” One by one she met everyone’s eyes as she continued, “Okay? Have I cleared everyone’s conscience? Good! Now that everyone is quite done being foolish idiots, I’m going to go.”

“That’s it?” Yang. She sounded furious. “You swoop in to come help us, drop in with – with, Ruby’s mom! And now you’re leaving again?”

That. Was. It.

“What do you want from me?!” She whirled on her. “To come back home and read you bedtime stories? Make your lunches?” Turned to Qrow. “What about you? Hoping we’ll relive the good old days breaking into raves down at the docks?” One more turn, waving at the space between herself, Summer and Tai, ignoring their expressions. Don’t look at me like that damnit! “And how would this even work, huh?! This is the problem, with all of you! You’re all too wrapped up with your emotions that you’re not thinking!”

There was a short silence, broken by a soft, “But, you are too.” Raven looked towards the speaker. Ruby, who had faced down scarier things than most could fathom, had no trouble meeting her eyes. “You’re so afraid that we’ll turn you away that you can’t imagine we aren’t.”

“No. No! Stop sounding like her!” She waved vaguely towards Summer, her voice so hysterical she hardly recognized it.

This had to be a joke. A cruel, cruel joke. If anyone wanted her back it was only to punish her for all the ways she hurt them. To pretend like they wanted her there just to pull out the rug underneath her when she finally allowed herself to believe it.

“That’s enough. When you wake up from this fantasy you’ve all created, you’ll be just as happy as me that I’m gone.” She started away from them, feeling her throat choke up. She had to go. Where was her sword? She needed to go.

Two strong arms wrapping around her stopped her. Tai smelled the same, like garden soil and cooking oil. “If you believe that, why are you crying?”

“I’m not.” She sobbed. “Shut up, go away.”

“Raven you are the most stubborn woman I have ever met. It’s your best and worst quality, ‘cause you let it drive you forward as much as you let it hold you back.” He laid his head against hers. His tenor was so gentle it hurt. “Please, stop holding back and tell us what you really want.”

She wanted – wanted –

A pop and a shower of petals announced Summer as she latched herself onto her as well. “After all the time we’ve been together, do you really think I’d just use you and leave?”

Yes!

No…

A hand on her shoulder. She caught the glint of Qrow’s rings in the corner of her eye. “Come on sis, just stay.”

Another one on her back. Metal. A second, smaller and warm and a bit tentative.

And around her tears and her fears, finally, finally, Raven told the truth:

“I want to come home.”

It was a nonsensical thing to say because she was already there.

#raven branwen #Summer Rose #qrow branwen #taiyang xiao long #Rosebird #Tagging the Rosebird because it's actually subtly strong in this lol #RWBY #rwby7 #rwby spoilers #fanfiction #Chase Firekitten's Tale

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

In Chains (Chapter Two) Bound by Misery (Trafalgar Law)

As fate would have it – sarcastically speaking – she hurtled like a fallen angel back into his life. It was a little strange, when he took the time to think about it, but not as much as it first appeared. Samira was intended to cross paths with him, which was funny, because he never believed in destiny before.  

And yet, something powerful was at work here; something that wanted him to meet her.

That’s why he thought she was an angel; no two people just casually found one another after deviating paths. He was meant to be far away from this place, and she was meant … well to be a figment of his imagination. His crew thought he was drunk – thanks to a certain loud mouthed woman he wanted to rope up and use as Sea King bait.

Which came as a shock to them whenever Shachi brought her on board; she was not a delusion caused by his intoxicated mind. She was real – out cold, but real. The cheeky man wanted to rub this fact deep into their unintelligent faces, but he could wait. His angel was in serious need of medical attention.

She had a broken arm – the skin was swollen and the bone was close to breaking through. Shachi figured she landed roughly when she hit the water. It made him nervous to think that she may have slammed into the rock face on the way down. Although the drop wasn’t fatal, approximately 20 meters above the water – if Shachi had to guess – a height such this was still powerful enough to shatter bone. Her condition might be worse than he originally thought, and with little time to take her to the doctor on the island, a dicey idea came to mind.

“Captain … the Captain. Someone go and call for him,” he cried out in haste. Shachi honestly didn’t care who; he simply wanted it done.

Bepo – who was on deck – went to retrieve him, uttering a noise of concern beneath his breath as he descended into the mechanical bowels of the Polar Tang. Everyone else – Penguin included – stood and watched; as to why, it was obvious.

Law was repulsed by the notion of helping people. The exception, of course, was his crew and those who benefited him by doing so – Monkey D. Luffy for example.

Relying on his connection with Law – as a member of his crew – he hoped that the doctor would mend her broken bones; no favor included.

But just in case, he had something to sweeten the pot.

Her wanted poster was hidden in the lining of his suit. He kept it because Ikkaku never would have believed him otherwise; she denied it despite the proof and thus the rumor of him being drunk was made. Oh how sweet the rights to boast would be, if only again would Samira open her sad eyes. Her smile was all he wanted, but that depended on his Captain.

Her life was literally in Law’s hands.

Which is why he felt nervous as said man walked out onto the deck – Bepo followed closely behind him. He met his Captain’s tired stare, determined to put up as much of a fight as he could, but Law didn’t seem like he was in the mood to deal with this right now. Knowing that he’d fail to reason with the man, Shachi bit his bottom lip between his teeth.

“It’s all my fault this happened. I got her involved with the bounty hunters in town,” he explained. His fingers brushed her damp wet hair from her troubled face. She was warm; a fever, he assumed.

Law grunted; his crew was bad about getting into trouble. It was not his problem what became of the girl, but Shachi seemed to be terribly concerned about her safety. It annoyed Law; his crewmate probably would not let her go without seeing her well.

“Jean … how soon can we leave this island?”

Law kept his stern gaze on the girl. He failed to notice the troubled look his red haired crewmate gave.

A mountain of a man quietly answered him. “Right now; on your order, Captain.”

“Then let’s make haste. Get ready to submerge.”

His crew – everyone but Shachi – quickly began to prepare, withdrawing into the sub. Law himself wanted to go back to his studies, but stopped short of doing so and looked over his shoulder. He felt like chores were a suitable enough punishment for dragging him into this mess.

“We’ll talk about your punishment later,” he stated with a grin. “For now, take her to operating room so I can have a look at her.”  

Shachi nodded with a frown – punishments when given by his Captain were the worst; weeks’ worth of hard labor – and lifted her into his arms. She was a tiny thing compared to him, which made him coo in delight as he followed his crew into the sub.

The door was sealed behind him; the sun replaced by the dim flicker of lamp light as he navigated through the narrow corridors. Reaching the medical room, Law was already there, wearing a pair of white surgical gloves.

He motioned to a bed made with clean sheets and let Shachi place the girl down. She was quickly hooked up to a series of machines – an IV and pulse oximeter; including many others. Her shallow heart rate alerted Law, but to figure out why, he needed to strip her of the clothing that restricted his view.

“Put on a pair of gloves and open her cloak,” he ordered his crewmate.

He wants me actually stay and help? As much as Shachi wanted to know why he didn’t want to miss the chance to see his angel without her cloak on. He was not a pervert – Ikkaku would say otherwise – and no harm came from looking. So without thinking too much into it, he did as his Captain had asked.

“What’s her name?”

Shachi glanced at the tired man in shock before he realized that Law was recording her information down. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking; perhaps small talk to lighten the mood.

“Amunet Samira,” he answered with a brief smile. Foreign as her name was, it was no less beautiful. “She is … an outsider I believe. When I knocked her over in the bar she hissed something at me in a language that I had never heard before.”

“She’s bilingual then?”

Nodding in agreement, Shachi laughed softly. “Yeah, and not bad with a baton either. She knocked a bounty hunter completely out before I came to her rescue.”

Not just another pretty face. Law cautioned himself; she was attractive, of course, but the hunters were after her for some reason – he’d find out sooner or later, he’d be sure of that.

“How did you meet her? I want to understand how she came to be on my sub.”

“At the bar; I met her there,” Shachi answered. His face exploded with embarrassed heat as he recalled the way she looked at him so hatefully in that moment. He’d been awestruck. “I dropped my newspaper and her bounty poster was amongst the others.”

Bounty poster? Law glanced down at the girl. This frail looking thing? He hadn’t the time to look through the new batch he got from Uri earlier, which annoyed him, because had he known that she was trouble, he would have demanded she be removed from his sub immediately. He pinched the bridge of his nose and forced himself to continue listening to the story – sometimes his eagerness to plan ahead landed him an even bigger headache when life threw a kink at him.

“… I like blew her mind with my style of martial arts – she was so amazed that her eyes lit up – but she insisted we part ways; places to go is what she said. I lost track of her after that and returned to my duties,” the prattling red head explained. He sighed in pity and took her limp hand in his. “But then she fell off the cliff side. I heard Penguin yell when it happened and before I even understood what I was doing, I leapt into the water. Imagine my surprise when I pulled her from the depths; it was like fate.”

Law wasn’t sure fate was the word to describe it; dumb luck was more like it. The girl couldn’t have known his crew had moved the Polar Tang from the port once they were stocked up on supplies. Her timing was impeccable. One minute later and they would have submerged; Amunet Samira would have drowned.

One little thing still eluded him, however. Shachi had to have worked on her when he pulled her from the water; she was breathing and the machines showed that her pulse was there, but something was keeping her from regaining consciousness. Law wasn’t sure just what had happened to her, but he had a hunch that she was still awake before she hit the water. Her body was much too tense for a person who was supposed to be unconscious.

As a doctor, Law had to know why, even if he had to disassemble her body to find out. He tapped her chart against the machine next to him and gestured for Shachi to remove her cloak – it was not good for her to still be wrapped up in it.

“Let us make haste. She may be in a lot worse shape than either one of us had first thought.”

Shachi nodded in agreement. He quickly unfastened the press-stud beneath her chin and opened up the thick, ruined fabric. The ink on her waist was nearly exposed; he was truly eager to see it.

Only, what he saw was far more than he originally expected. A rocking body with a cute tattoo was one thing, but this; this was a gold mine.

“Is … is that––

Law could not believe his eyes. Shimmering jewels; her clothing was decorated with them. There were so many, he surmised that his crew might be able to live comfortably on them for a while. Even her wrists and ankles were adorned with gold and silver bangles.

“Can we … I mean … should we take them?”

Law grinned; of course they should.  

“Later; ignore them for now. I’ll have Ikkaku collect them once we’re done,” he ordered. Her safety came first; payment later. It was the least he could do.

Furthermore, her tattoos interested him. Law traced a gloved finger across a series of blue dots and lines that covered her left wrist down to her knuckles. He had never seen markings like this before; they were unique.

“What do you think it means?”

Law narrowed his eyes. “This particular method looks ancient; indigenous even. Frankly, I’m not sure.”

What captivated him the most was the other tattoo; a serpent coiled freely around her waist.

It was different than the previous one; not as unique, but more of an attention grabber. The drawing was very detailed, all down to the very last scale. Many of them were hatched with a wide black edge so that the scales aligned to form broken V-shapes of uneven length. This led him to believe that the scarlet eyed snake was meant to be painted as a warning for those who saw it; a warning to keep away from this girl.

The idea of something so innocent being so fatal unsettled Law. He figured the only way to insure the safety of his crew was to lock her away until he knew she would not be a threat.

“What’s this thing?”

Law glanced at the long, thin object his crewmate was holding. It appeared to be a dart attached to a transparent base that was shaped like the head of a frog. Inside the base was a mucus like substance that until tested he didn’t want Shachi to tamper with.

“Where did you find that? And be sure not to pierce your skin with it; the liquid could be poisonous.”

Shachi went pale and set the object into a small metal dish. “I pulled it from her leg.”

Did someone try to kill her with poison? It made no sense to the concerned red head. The disclaimer on her bounty poster suggested that whoever was looking for her wanted her alive. Why do it? Why attempt to kill her? So much belly was involved; more than enough to keep a small crew comfortable for months.

“I don’t understand,” Shachi groaned. She was more valuable alive then dead.

Strangely enough, neither did Law. He was clever, but this girl was an mystery. What secrets did she hide?

“Leave us,” the Captain ordered. “Return to your duties, and when I’m done you can move her to my room. She’s too much of a threat to allow unsupervised.”

Puckering out his bottom lip, Shachi agreed with a nod. He saw her first – she kissed his cheek – but he understood the concerns of his somber captain. The crew and it’s safety came first. Yet, her safety was all he could think about.

He just hoped Samira wasn’t beyond help.

--

Waking suddenly, her eyes moved frantically around the room. It was unfamiliar to her; nothing was how she remembered it.

Samira tried lifting up, but her body felt weak. Therefore, she rested into the mattress of the comfy bed and found her bearings. What did she know? She knew that demons from her past resurfaced and tried to drag her back to hell with them – metaphorically speaking. They almost succeeded, but her strange power saved her.

But then how did I get here? Where was here? From her position on the bed – if she glanced to the right – she could see a metal desk; barren with the exception of a stack of thick books on its glossy surface. There were no pictures on the walls, nor any keepsakes to articulate the interests of the person whose bedroom she was inhabiting, but she could tell that whoever they were – he or she – kept the room clean and private.

To be honest, it was more like an office than a bedroom.

Someone’s bedroom, she thought. As startling as this was to her, Samira had figured out the where to her question. But how? Did the owner of this room find her? All she could remember was falling; that and whatever illness became of her before she passed out. Strange. The illness was gone.

But then why did her body feel so heavy and weak? I could almost go back to sleep. This bed is wonderful. Samira sighed in bliss and closed her tired eyes. Maybe she would; just for a little while anyway. She still needed to figure out who saved her and where they had taken her.

Before she drifted off to sleep, the door across the room opened with a loud creak and someone came in. Samira kept her eyes shut, but she could hear them move around, like they were familiar with the layout – probably the owner of the room, she speculated. Once they left, she peaked across the room and noticed a tray on top of the desk; a tray that wasn’t there before. A bowl of something warm sat on top of it.

Her stomach felt empty. When was the last time she had eaten? Samira couldn’t remember. She was hungry, though. All thoughts of sleep had left her.

Trying again, she all but threw herself in the floor to get up. She was able to pull the covers back and move into a sitting position with her feet on the floor, but something caught her eye and stopped her progress. She was dressed in a fresh set of clothing; a basic colorless shirt and a pair of cotton sweatpants. Where was her previous set? Even the bangles around her wrists and ankles were missing.

They wouldn’t have taken them … or would they have? None of that mattered right now. Baby steps.

Samira pushed herself onto her feet and moved slowly over to the desk; her legs were shaky and numb. She managed to make it, but figured that eating at the desk would be a lot easier than moving the tray back to the bed – that was a risk she did not want to take. Resting in a plush swivel chair, she began to down the warm broth.

Before she finished, and without warning, the door swung open again. A gasp of shock escaped from her as she was caught off guard and in mid swallow. Samira choked on the broth, covering her mouth so not to spit it out and onto the desk. It took her a minute, but she was able to catch her breath and shoot a frustrated glare at the person who dared to sneak up on her.

He was a slim man; one of tall stature, dressed in a yellow hoodie with black sleeves that he kept rolled up. Several tribal styled tattoos decorated his arms, but what concerned Samira the most was the emblem printed on his chest. It looked familiar to her; not this design – with its six T-shaped protrusions – but something close to it. She couldn’t quite remember were she had seen it before, but something about it brought dread to her.

A pirate … that’s what he is. That was the reason her bangles were missing; he stole them.

Samira cursed in her native language and spat at him. Whatever he wanted from her, couldn’t have been good.

“That’s not a polite way to thank someone who just saved your life,” he said in a casual tone.

She snorted in appall. “Not without a price. I have sympathy for the souls who fall victim to your good will; unconscious or not.”

A smile lifted his lips. “I never claimed to be a generous man, Amunet-ya. You just had the terrible luck of falling into my care.”

He knows my name. The alarmed expression on her face made his smile grow.

Law sat on the edge of his bed and gave her a quick glance over. She looked better, although her eyes were clouded with exhaustion and fear.

“That is your name, right? Amunet Samira; at least your bounty poster says it is.”

“It tells the truth,” she confirmed. Toying with the edge of her top, Samira tried to figure out a way to evade the questions she knew he was going to ask. He may have saved her, but somethings were better left unsaid.

“Do I get to know the name of the man who saved my life?”

Yes, her mood corrected, but only because she knew that she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Pirates rarely ever listened to sense, or took well to being yelled at. He saw her bounty poster, so he knew just how important she was. Maybe she could use that to her advantage.

“Trafalgar Law,” he answered curtly. “But it wasn’t me who saved you; not solely. A crewmate of mine, Shachi was. He fished you from the ocean and brought you aboard my sub.”

Sub … what the hell is that? And did he say that Shachi was the one who saved me? Her eyes widened in admiration; beldi al-shajaan (my brave).

“I am thrilled to hear that; he is a good man. Mester (mister) Trafalgar, was it? If you would allow it, I’d like to thank him properly.”

Law sighed in displeasure. She was good at changing the topic when it suited her; it annoyed him. He’d definitely have to keep her on track if he wanted to learn more about her. It felt strange for him to admit this, but something about Samira interested him. Her eyes held a sense of understanding in them – tragedy that he was all too familiar with.

“Another time perhaps,” Law replied as he stood up. “Use my room until you get better. The next island is about a five day sail from here.”

Samira brushed her bristly white hair behind her ear – she really needed a warm bath. “What then? What do you and your crew plan to do with me once we arrive?”

“Turn you in,” he said with a controlled smile. “But until then, enjoy your stay aboard my sub, Amunet-ya. I look forward to collecting your bounty money.”

Her face paled. Every nerve in her body was screaming for her to act; escape before it was too late. She could use her power, but with little knowledge of the crew’s whereabouts, she might end up killing a few. A controlled blast was out of the question. What could she really do? Maybe she could get him to sympathize with her.

“You don’t understand,” she said with a gloomy sigh. “I can’t go back, and I can’t explain why, but if he finds me, everyone is as good as dead.”

As good as dead? And who is he? Law was confused. He shed a little light on the mystery of why someone put out a bounty poster for her, but at least a hundred more questions came to mind. Just who the hell was she? What trouble did Shachi bring aboard his sub?

“Get some rest, Amunet-ya.”

With this, he left her to her thoughts. A smile grew on his face as he ambled down the empty corridor towards the galley. She was a mystery indeed. A possible danger to his crew and to him, but either way, he was going to make a lot of belly off her.

--

“Lost her, you said?”

Mariposa pressed her lips together. Her tiny wings fluttered in anticipation, but she doubted she’d get a slap on the hand for her resent mess up.

Again she failed to capture the brat. Stupid … so very stupid.

“She used her power on us. Mr. Toad got the worst end of it, but he managed to paralyze her with one of his Froggie Darts before she fled into the woods,” she explained softly.

A soft hum filled the line. The baby transponder snail mocked this gesture; it’s black painted lips pressed into a thin line.

“I fail to see how you two lost her then? You do understand that she is a valuable asset to us? The buyers have been asking for another demonstration of her power, and we have nothing to show them.”

The small woman frowned. It wasn’t her fault the brat escaped. Arsenio was supposed to capture her; she was only meant to spread her scales in case she fled again, so they could easily track her.

“Are you having trouble hearing me, Mari? I believe a question was asked.”

“No sir. We lost her the moment she was picked up by a crew of pirates in a yellow submarine. My scales can not be tracked beneath the ocean, so I am having trouble confirming a location,” she chirped in fear. This man caused her skin to crawl.

The transponder snail hummed again. “A yellow submarine, you said?”

Again she fluttered her wings in anticipation. “Yes sir. Do you know of it?”

“Only in rumors,” the deep and calm voice said with a sigh. “It is navigated by a crew whose captain is famous in the north; a man named Trafalgar Law. He is a dangerous and crafty pirate. It is unfortunate that the asset landed in his care.”

Law; she wasn’t familiar with the name. “On a brighter note, I know which port this Trafalgar will be anchoring in next. In two days’ time Mr. Toad and I can intercept them and take back the asset.”

“That is not necessary,” her boss stated. “Use the Eternal Pose and return back to the Isle. I have another job for you. Arsenio will be fine on his own. Tell him not to fail me this time. Do I make myself clear?”

She agreed with a nod. “Yes sir; crystal clear.”

The line immediately went dead, and the transponder snail went back to sleep. Mariposa bit her bottom lip – warm tears fell down her rosy cheeks.

I can’t afford to bomb this mission. I don’t want to go back to that factory and end up a slave to that man again. Not like those weak fools and their sad excuse for a princess.

She took a deep calming breath. Now was not the time to cry. She had an important job to do. Her freedom depended on it.

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