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cellsshapedlikestars · 5 months

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benjen essos 👀 for the ask game

(wip game)

sigh. oh this au. my baby. I wasn't sure if I was going to include it, because I always told myself if I ever wrote this, it'd go on my alt account. But that's assuming it ever gets written.

I literally only have Ned's initial POV, then a bit of Benjen's written. Nothing past that because all the sudden I hit Actual Plot and Politics and my brain goes fuzzy :)

but here, have the first portion!

NED

Ned crests the hill, and Winterfell comes into view. At the sight of it, something tightens around his heart. He has not been home since he called his banners, since he marched south to avenge his father, his brother, his sister. In truth, it feels as though he has not truly been home since he was eight years old, when he was sent away to foster in the Eyrie.

Now he returns as the Lord of Winterfell, the Warden of the North, with a silent babe in his arms.

There were times, on the road, that Ned wondered if the babe had died, it was so quiet. He remembers Benjen and Lyanna being born, remembers the way they squalled, especially Lyanna. On his journey, Ned would often stop his exhausted mare and look at the bundle strapped to his chest, just to make sure the boy was breathing. The wet nurse he’d found, Wylla, had assured him some babes were simply quiet, but Ned always needed to make sure.

Promise me, Ned.

He had thought of little else on the journey home, from the mountains of Dorne to within sight of Winterfell. He intends to keep that promise, treason or not. Robert must never know, must never find out - the fates of Elia, Rhaenys, and Aegon always present in Ned’s mind.

He hugs the boy closer to his chest, a tightening in Ned’s throat as the babe’s tiny mouth opens in a yawn, and he strokes the dark curls on the babe’s soft head with one calloused finger.

“There,” Howland Reed says, and Ned looks up to see three horsemen traveling towards them from the gates of Winterfell, as his raven had requested.

“Go,” Ned says, and Howland nods and kicks his horse forward, riding to meet the envoy. In the center is a man with the long face of the Starks. That one rides forward while the two guards stay back, and Ned carefully dismounts as Benjen meets him at the top of the hill.

“Brother,” Benjen says, dismounting his own horse and rushing forward, but he is caught when he sees the bundle in Ned’s arms, the woman at his side, on her own horse.

“Wylla,” Ned says, “could you please give us a moment?

The woman does not argue, and she moves her horse towards Howland and the guards. Ned is lucky to have found her, he knows. The boy was close to death when Ned had stumbled upon her at a roadside inn, when she saw how desperate he was and offered to nurse the babe, her own having died just days before. If she wonders where he got the child or who its mother is, she does not ask.

Benjen stares at the boy, and Ned knows what he must be thinking. It is a thought Ned had often enough on the road, that he will pretend the babe is his. Raise it as his own bastard. A Snow. He made a promise.

“You mustn’t tell anyone about this,” Ned says. He hates that he must do this, hates that it must be a secret.

“I think you’ll have a hard time hiding that from your wife,” Benjen says, standing rigid and uncomfortable. Ned has barely seen his younger brother since they were children, and it sends a pang of hurt through him that Benjen seems to have assumed the worst. Do they know each other so little? “I doubt she’ll want to nurse it alongside her own.”

Her own.

Ned feels dizzy at the idea - his own son, waiting for him just inside the walls of Winterfell. Catelyn and the boy had made the journey here once peace was declared, and Ned aches to go, aches to see his own child, but he must do this first. Ned looks down at the babe he currently holds and wonders if his own son looks like this. Does his son have the same dark hair? They would be brothers, if Ned claimed this boy as his own.

“It is not mine,” he tells Benjen, who only looks at him in confusion.

Ned does not want to explain, does not want to remember, though the image of Lyanna bleeding out in her birthing bed haunts his dreams.

Promise me, Ned.

And so he tells Benjen, with as little detail as possible. He will spare Benjen the nightmares, if he can.

In the end, Ned looks down at the bundle in his arms, the way those tiny hands grip at his finger as Ned brushes it against the boy’s soft, rounded cheek. “I’ve named him Jon,” Ned rasps. A name he tries not to use, because he knows he must give the boy up.

“What will you do?” Benjen asks, eyes looking past Ned, towards the horizon. Ned can see the way Benjen’s jaw clenches, the way his throat works as he swallows roughly. He and Lyanna were always close. Lyanna had loved him fiercely.

“Robert can never know,” Ned says. He tries not to think of Aegon and Rhaenys.

“A bastard is a dangerous thing,” Benjen says carefully. “And your new wife won’t like it.”

“That’s why I’ve called you out here,” Ned says. “I must ask something of you. I must ask that you take the boy. Leave, go somewhere and hide him. He is too old to pass off as your own here-” Ned’s voice falters, then. He is asking too much of his younger brother - the youngest of them all. Left alone to be the Stark in Winterfell for nearly a year, and now Ned is asking Benjen to banish himself from their home. It is not fair, but Ned has learned that very little is. All he can do is try to honor his sister’s last request. The promise he made.

Benjen says nothing at first, but then slowly, he nods. “I was planning on taking the black, anyway,” he muses. “Running Winterfell has shown me what it is like to have a purpose. A duty.” His eyes meet Ned’s and he gives a rueful smile. “Do not worry, brother. I have no plans on continuing as Lord of Winterfell. I’ll leave that burden to you. But…” his eyes drop to the bundle. “Yes. I’ll take him.”

Ned reaches out with his free hand and clasps his brother on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry to charge you with this,” Ned says, and he sees the sorrow in his brother’s eyes. It disappears quickly, though. Benjen is good at hiding it.

“Here,” Benjen says, holding out his arms awkwardly, and Ned realizes this is the moment. He must give up the babe. It is the best course of action.

Yet still, he hesitates.

Benjen is just a boy himself, though Ned must remind himself that he was not much older when he rode off to war. Still, Ned thinks he’d rather face a war than have to raise a babe on his own, far from home.

Benjen waits until Ned finally passes the bundle over.

“Keep his head up,” Ned tuts, using his hand to raise Benjen’s elbow.

Benjen stares down at the boy, and Ned feels both a weight lifted off him, and a great pain in his chest.

Promise me, Ned.

The promise belongs to Benjen now.

…

When Ned finally enters through the gates of Winterfell, his wife is waiting for him, a babe held in her arms. His son, Robb.

Ned makes his way over and greets his wife - a woman he has been married to for nigh on a year, but barely knows. She stands beautiful and serene, though he can see the hesitation in her eyes as she hands over the child, and Ned sees that while he at first thought the boy bald, there are little wisps of hair atop his head. Red, like his mother.

“Thank you,” Ned whispers, holding the babe tight to his chest, just as he had done with Lyanna’s boy. He wishes to never let his son go.

In that moment, Ned makes another promise - to Lyanna, to his father and mother, to Brandon and Benjen, to his wife, to Robb. He will be a good Lord. He will be a good father.

He looks up, and Catelyn smiles at him.

#cellsshapedlikeasks #the benjen essos au

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senditcolton · 10 months

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hi!! for your cele-bakery could i request the blue salvia (i think of you) prompt with jt compher please?? congrats on 1k 🥳💗

ah, now it's time to bring out the slight trade angst (you know I had to do it at some point)

word count: 1.5k (do i know what a blurb is? evidently not)

You never liked thinking about endings. The last chapter of a good book. The closing song of an album you waited ages to hear. The final bite of a delicious meal. The end of summer.

Saying goodbye.

You knew endings were a part of life. They had to happen. But that didn’t mean you had to like or even accept them. Especially when their reality seemed to tear your reality apart.

Much like the phone call that you received from J.T. a few days ago.

Your best friend in Colorado, the person that you spent hours with and whose face was a mainstay in many of your favorite memories… was moving to Detroit.

You were happy for him, you really were. But it was hard to hear that he would soon be hundred of miles away from you.

If J.T. noticed how much the news hurt you to hear, he didn’t show it. He just carried on with the plans you had made for the summer, blissfully ignoring the fact that this might be the last summer the two of you spend together.

You didn’t know if you should hate him for it or thank him for it. Because the inevitable conclusion was something you knew you couldn’t ignore but one you didn’t want to experience.

That was the conflict buzzing around in your mind, even as you continued to follow the hiking trail, the sounds of nature and the beautiful views doing nothing to quiet your thoughts, J.T. trailing close behind you.

The hike was your idea, one of the lines on the summer bucket list that you and J.T. made in his apartment one winter night. It was supposed to be fun – that was the intention all those months ago. But it was just another distraction.

It was a beautiful distraction though. The red rocks reaching up, the wide blue sky, the rolling hills of grass, dotted with wildflowers. If all that came from today was heartbreak and regret, at least it would happen with a cinematic backdrop.

You rise over the final crest of the trail, reaching the summit of the outlook and after a few more steps, you settle down on the sun-heated rock and stare out across the landscape. You don’t turn when you hear J.T.’s steady footsteps on the rock behind you. You don’t even turn when you hear his voice dance along the breeze.

“It’s really beautiful up here.”

“I forgot that you never hiked Garden of the Gods,” you muse as you continue to look down at the valley below you.

“Glad you brought me out here,” J.T. says and you can feel him settle next to you on the rocky outlook.

“Thought I lost you back there for a moment.”

“Didn’t wait for me to catch up?” he asks, the lighthearted tone bringing a smile to your face as you finally look to him, your eyes connecting.

“You know I’d always wait for you, J,” you reply, your own voice soft, weighed down with all the unspoken things you wished you said earlier. J.T. simply returns your smile and you swear you see the same hurt reflected in his eyes.

“I know.”

The two of you stay there for a moment, silent, letting the only soundtrack to the moment be the wind through the trees. Your soft smile eventually turns into a smirk, ready to continue to ignore the eventual ending and focus on the now. Focus on the friendship that always made you happy.

“What were you doing back there, anyway? I would think the professional athlete would be sprinting ahead,” you joke, a slight laugh falling from your lips.

“Got distracted.”

“By what?”

You watch as J.T.’s cheeks turn a light pink. The logical – or maybe cynical – part of your mind tells you it’s most likely from the sun. His fair skin and ginger hair did not bode well for summer weather. But you slowly realize that you were mistaken as he lifts the hand furthest from you, bringing it into view.

And clasped in his fist is a small bouquet of wildflowers, plucked from the side of the trails and tied together with a long stalk of prairie grass.

“They made me think of you,” he explains, moving the flowers closer to you.

“Thank you,” you whisper as you take the bouquet from his hands, your mind spinning from his words.

“You’re welcome.”

There is another silence as the two of you look back out over the terrain, an odd tension now wiggling its way between you. It lasts for a few minutes and right as you think you can’t take another moment, J.T. speaks first.

“Okay, I know this is going to sound a little crazy,” he begins. “But promise that you’ll just hear me out. No matter what.”

The nerves wavering his voice are enough to call your full attention to him. And when you face him, meeting his eyes, the earnestness in his irises sends a shot straight through your heart.

“No matter what,” you reply.

“Okay.” He sighs deeply, looking away from you for a moment before reconnecting to your gaze.

“I like you. As more than a friend. When I signed with Detroit… I don’t know. I couldn’t fully understand what I was feeling. I was happy about the new start, about going to a team that wanted me, about getting closer to my family. But there was something that I felt like I was missing. Something I had here that I wouldn’t have in Detroit. And I realized it was you.”

His confession hits deep, causing your heartbeat to stutter and your breath to catch in your throat. You don’t say anything; you aren’t sure if you would even be able to. So, you just continue to look in his brown eyes, silently urging him to continue. Which he does.

“I don’t want to lose you. I know that we can be friends anywhere, that just because I move to a different state doesn’t mean the friendship is going to end. But I hated the thought of being so far away from you. And I guess a part of me was scared that maybe you’d forget about me.”

“I’d never forget about you J.T. You’re my best friend,” you say, gently interrupting him. Your words bring a soft smile to his face, the look in his eyes as sweet as his grin.

“And you’re mine. And I wouldn’t change anything about these last few years with you. And I would be happy to keep you as a friend if you don’t feel the same as me. I just wanted to tell you how I felt face-to-face.”

He lets the silence settle over the two of you, giving you time to fully process his words. It was more than you were expecting today. Granted, you weren’t sure exactly what you were expecting. A heartfelt goodbye. More of J.T. acting like nothing was wrong.

A love confession was not even in the realm of possibilities for you.

And yet… here he was. Telling you he wanted more. But now the question was: what did you want?

“I don’t want to lose you either J.T.,” you say, the words coming out of your mouth slowly, like the sap from the pine trees around you. “And I don’t know if that means I like you the way you like me or if it just means that I’m scared of losing my best friend but… I want to be with you. I want you to be a part of my life. Whatever that means.”

It is your turn to pause and let your words sink in. You’d be lying if you said there wasn’t any lingering fear. You believed him when he said he wanted to keep you in his life. But it was a lot to ask, especially concerning how many changes were coming. You hoped that he trusted you enough to wait for you. Across time and distance.

However, your fears were quickly silenced when you saw that grin break out on his face. The grin that you only saw directed towards you.

“You know I would always wait for you,” he replies, echoing your words from earlier, the light-hearted way he spoke them not diminishing the weight and truth behind them.

You laugh, letting the tension slip away along with the melancholy you felt about saying goodbye. It wasn’t a solution. The two of you still had to face many obstacles in the upcoming months. But you felt better knowing that your best friend wouldn’t abandon you that easily. Knowing that he would be fighting even harder to keep you in his life.

J.T. playfully nudges your shoulder, calling your attention back to him again.

“Can I at least take you on a date?” he asks, that grin still on his lips. “Dinner at my place?”

“Sure. But wouldn’t it just be like any of the other nights we ate at yours?”

“I’ll make it different.”

“Oh, are you going to try to woo me J?” you tease, letting your joy seep into your words.

“I picked you wildflowers. I think I’m doing pretty good in the wooing department.”

“Eh, I give you a B+.”

#1k cele bakery #nicole writes #jt compher fluff #jt compher blurb #detroit red wings blurb #(still feels weird)#nhl blurb #hockey blurb

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childofaura · 1 year

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Since I asked about your favourite 3H characters, who are your top 10 least favourite characters or characters that you absolutely hate?

Uhhh I’mma go ahead and tag this one out as discourse, because yes I do hate Edelgard. But at the same time I usually do my best to either not just spam Edelgard hate (besides my anti-Edelgard posts for FEH, which I actually feel is pretty valid because I’ve had so many people agree with me that Edelgard gets a stupid amount of favoritism in FEH; even people who LIKE Edelgard agree with me), and I do respect people’s opinions for liking Edelgard, even if I vehemently disagree with it.

So with that being said, I’ll list my least favorite/hated characters for 3H. Some I hate for character/story reasons, and at least one I hate for gameplay reasons (though I like him as a character). These will also be in no particular order but number one is definitely number one.

Edelgard. Won’t elaborate because I’m not here to start arguments.

Kronya. She killed Jeralt so she can eat shit >:(

Hubert. I get he’s filling the role of retainer, but man the shit he pulls and how he treats other people… he’s the exact opposite of Dedue.

Yuri. I admit to probably over-exaggerating how bad of a person Yuri is, but he still comes off as super annoying to me. He’s just not very personable or friendly, which isn’t a problem by itself but it’s more that you’re SUPPOSED to like him despite being all nonchalant all the time. And I really don’t.

Byleth. Yes, I don’t like the main character of Three Houses themselves; Shez was better executed as a character. Byleth is quite fully a Mary Sue/Gary Stu. Everyone’s infatuated with them, they’re practically undefeatable and don’t really have much to learn or grow from, they almost never make any kind of mistake, and they carry Sothis’s blood and crest; these aren’t necessarily an issue on their own, but altogether it makes for an incredibly boring character. And they’re so bland and expressionless.

Gilbert. I don’t hate him for his story, or his character. I think he’s great in those regards!… No, it’s because THIS MOTHERFUCKER is an IDIOT in Chapter 5. Runs right in range where the archers are located without moving into a safer position. There is no plausible way to keep this dipshit alive in Maddening Mode.

Sothis. I don’t HATE her, but I am definitely sick of her “incomplete” form. We should have had her regain her memories and become an adult again, that could have resolved SO many plot issues that were left open-ended, like with Rhea and maybe Nemesis and TWSitD. Maybe someday we’ll get Ascended Sothis in her original form from the mural.

Mathias. I ENJOY his story. I ENJOY the role he plays. Between the stalwart nobles and royalty that is Lambert, Rodrigue, and Gilbert, Mathias is the exact dark underside of the crest system that Dimitri believes is unjust. That being said, it’s still pretty fucked up how he treated both Sylvain and Miklan, and he’s decently responsible for how Miklan turned out (not to say that Miklan deserves no blame for his choices, he absolutely does. He willingly made his own choice of being a brigand and treating Sylvain like shit).

Dorothea. This one I’m mixed on because I don’t hate her or even strongly dislike her. But if there’s one thing I really don’t like about her, it’s how she gets really creepily seductive, especially in the Byleth supports. And in Ingrid’s support she straight up tells Ingrid she’s gonna physically sexually harass her (and she’s already verbally harassed her). Which is kind of stupid considering how gross she feels when people only view her for her physical beauty. So yeah, to some degree I dislike her enough to put her on this list.

Monica, actual Monica from Three Hopes. I’ve already mentioned how her character is poorly written into being yet ANOTHER character who ass-pats Edelgard for no plausible reason in the other routes. If Dimitri or Claude are the ones who save her in their respective routes, why is she so strictly loyal to Edelgard? Especially considering how Edelgard was fully aware of the Kronya plan in Three Houses which means she essentially let her die for her cause. I’ll never understand it.

That’s pretty much my whole list, this time I had to include Three Hopes because I actually wouldn’t have had ten characters otherwise for the list. And it goes without saying but this is obviously my subjective opinion and I respect that these are people’s favorite characters.

#discourse #Fire Emblem #anti-Edelgard #Throwing that one in there just in case

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paragonrobits · 1 year

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anyway while Fullmetal is on the mind, something that bugs me a fair bit is the argument people have that 2003′s treatment of the plans to get philosopher’s stones works better to them rather than Brotherhood/the original manga’s take on things with the military orchestrating a series of violent revolts and wars to carve out a massive human transmutation circle into the country

so yes, I will concede that both plans are extreme and require a lot of things to go very right; i’ve seen a few reactors questioning why Kimblee was allowed to live at all after killing his superiors, and it’s my view that he was kept around (and before him they probably did this with anyone who fit the same lack of ethics) to, if it was necessary, carve out the crest of blood if the timetable started to run out.

I still stand by my view that as I’ve gotten older and thought about it more, the more Dante’s plan in 2003 makes no sense at all. It’s dramatic, sure; the big reveal in the final episode stands as an excellent use of animation bump and emotional moments, but in retrospect much of FMA 2003 seems to run on emotional moments rather than if they really make that much sense. In contrast, Brotherhood and the manga set up everything from the very beginning, setting it up all very well.

Essentially her plan boils down to releasing the information on making a philosopher’s stone, making people desperate enough to want to create it, and then taking it afterwards. This is opposed to Father’s plan in the original manga and Brotherhood, where the government was making philosopher’s stones all the time and controlled the means of making them (by killing tons of people they had no more immediate use for) and the purpose of the plan was to use the whole country as a giant Stone.

Additionally Dante’s plan has the weak point of relying on a lot of factors neither she or her homunculi can really control, while Father was in charge of Amestris since it’s very begining; the country exists to be used in his plan, then discarded (much as he regards his own children). There is much comment made about FMA 2003 being more realistic or dark in how brutal the military is, but its no less brutal in Brotherhood, and Father’s plan working amounts to a simple observation about human nature:

That there is no deed so horrific, no action so cruel, nothing so evil that a regular family man doing a job won’t do it every single day. There’s no need for false flag operations; you just tell people to go there and kill those people because its their job, and they’ll do it. They might wind up with regrets later, they might question it as they go, but they’ll still do it. The homunculi organized it, but the key point is that any of those people could have said no. Even if it would have meant being killed themselves, they still could have said no, and they didn’t.

Father’s plan makes more sense to me because while it still came close to failure and error, he had it organized from the very beginning; it was a well constructed plan whose errors more point as an element of the paradox of him being inhuman to the point that he misses some fairly obvious things, and TOO human in the failures of perspective he has. In contrast Dante just sort of... sits there in the woods not that far from Izumi and the homunculi mostly act autonomously until she becomes a presence in the story; far too much of 2003′s plot twists and story seem to abruptly come out of nowhere, which is another factor in me going from loving it to genuinely hating it on many levels; while it was MEANT to be different from the manga, it has too many abrupt and really extreme moments of tonal dissonance, plot turns that come right the fuck out of nowhere.

I still have a meta percolating based on the fact that 2003′s plot point that the State is an alternate version of Britain makes absolutely no sense even given a lot of alternate universe material due to the geography around Britain (it’s an island) and that of the State (landlocked with no ocean visible on the maps, and if you assume Brotherhood’s geography, is right next to a country visibly inspired by dynastic China with a desert inbetween).

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tomesandtealeaves · 2 years

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Prologue Part One

Dark eyes look back from the bejeweled silver mirror. They are his—large near black pools with a halo of bright green near the middle—staring from his reflection where the full-length mirror is propped against a towering wardrobe.

He checks himself over, making sure his pack is secure and that he's suited to blend in if seen. Pale skin had already been scrubbed clean and his long purple hair swept up into a neat and slightly ornate braid near the base of his neck, his bangs parted and tucked behind his ears. The fine clothes he often had to be pressured to wear feel terribly stiff, and he shuffles his feet in the pinching boots with a scowl.

It would be alright though. Worth it in the end. The elf looks at the heavy starlight cloak slung over his shoulders and smiles. There is warmth to the expression at first, turning to something sadder as he fiddles with the shimmering fabric.

A sound from behind makes him start, his cloak swishing with the hurried movement.

"Truffles?" He calls softly in the empty room, echoing off stone walls. "Where'd you get off to?"

A squeak erupts from the bed, and he rushes over, eyes worriedly sorting through the vast array of clutter there before brightening as they land on the little mouse. A shiny stone is gripped in tiny paws while they clamber towards him.

"Oh! You found a good one? We'll take that too then; it'll be more useful once we're farther away."

He lifts the mouse to his shoulder, letting them tuck into his braid and places the gem into his bag.

"I'd hate for someone nearby to buy it and mother think they helped…I don't want to get anyone in trouble because of me." He feels Truffles move as the sensation of their minds touching washes over him in support. There's a bit of fear there as well, and he doesn't blame them for it.

With slow, purposeful steps, the elf strides across the room and hops onto the window ledge. Dark eyes peer into the area below, searching the places where guards are normally stationed.

The posts are empty.

He lets out the quietest squeal of excitement he can muster, hands fluttering in quick, sharp movements before he composes himself.

"This is it Truffles! Of course the wedding would require all the guards, and no one's thought of the possibility of me leaving."

The mouse shakes a bit, clearly nervous, and he hears their anxious voice in the back of his head.

"Jumping is dangerous…"

He snorts at that but nods. "’Tis, but the doors are locked and trapped…besides, if I die you get to go home, right?"

A pained squeak makes him wince.

"Sorry, but I have to. I can't bear staying here any longer. Hang on tightly, okay?"

He takes a deep, steadying breath, filling his chest with air as he overlooks the jump one last time. The tower is tall, peeking over the trees and giving him a rather clear view of the Xeistexos manor in the distance. A large, sprawling structure in the same bright blue and silver of the family crest that dominated the nearby area. He sneers, scowling at the room behind him and its similar palette. Oh, how he loathed seeing such a thing for so long.

He looks beyond, the bright green of the forest making him smile, then back to just beneath him with a pout. The ground surrounding Miele Tower had been salted years ago. Nothing grew there anymore, but if he could jump far enough…

He gazed at the sea of old gnarled trees longingly, then hopped back into the room, stalking to the other side.

Right, then.

"Here we go," he mutters breathlessly, readying himself for a moment before running towards the window.

The elf launches himself away from the tower, towards the forest, with as much strength as he can muster. Short…he’s going to fall short!

"Please, help me!" He calls out, fear in his voice.

Dark eyes become eclipsed by bright green, and a strange shimmer forms around the nearest tree. He sucks in a nervous breath and shuts his eyes, the wind biting at his face as he falls and falls, the feeling of it fast. Sickening, terrifying—

A painful smack to the diaphragm has him wheezing for breath as he comes to a halt.

It takes a few agonizing moments for him to realize that, despite the pain in his stomach, he is fine.

Eyes, dark once more, open slowly to cast about uncertainly.

He sighs in relief as he realizes a long, weathered branch had snaked out from the forest, wrapping about his middle. Gently, gratefully, he rubs the branch.

"Thank you, old one."

Much slower than it had moved to catch him, it bows to the ground, creaking loudly as he’s gently placed in the grass. After a moment, he shakily stands, drained from the experience and holding his stomach, but feeling more determined than he ever has before. He looks in the direction of the manor with conviction.

"I must say goodbye first."

#elfinlad #tief_leaves #prologue #part one #story #fantasy #elf #lu the elf #truffles the mouse #escape the tower #beta read by cryptidpiers #thank you chris!!

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kendrixtermina · 3 years

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Edelgard and “meritocracy” - an essay

In this essay I wish to adress the common argument that “meritocracy bad, therefore edelgard bad” & the logical leaps therein.

Before we begin, I’d like to stress that she doesn’t even use the word “meritocracy” & they’re not even looking at it’s modern definition but reacting to the way it has been used as a fighting word to denigrate the poor specificically in the post reagan modern USA & then assuming Edelgard means the exact same thing by that without bothering to examine what she actually says & in what context.

Modern capitalism & the way it uses rhetoric of merit as an excuse is bad & with its reduction of human value to their moneymaking ability, definitely inherently ableist, I agree totally.

But 3H does NOT take place in the modern world. Progress is always relative to what came before. It*s progress away from entrenched problems.

It’s a total failure to even imagine a world different from the sucky one we live in - that’s exactly what tolkien meant by that saying that if we’re prisoners we have a duty to escape.

Edelgard doesn’t live in a capitalist society nor is she bringing about capitalism (if anything Claude’s the one talking of free trade & giving the merchants what they want, though he is almost certainly playing them much like the church)

And the main component of capitalism - factory owners, rich elites who owns large swathes of companies or real estate - is nowhere to be found.

In our world that cropped up because industrialization made owning factories, offices, trade etc. more lucrative that just owning the land, so factory owners replaced landed lords, essentially promising the peasants freedom if they helped them overthrow the kings but granting them only in a limited manner - the flawed inequal democracies that resulted were a compromise between peasants and factory owners.

But by and large the nobles are very much in the same niche as the factory owners today - they own the land and get special trade privileges (the means of production), they often abuse the populace with impunity, the peasants are very poor.

Edelgard cracks down on corruption & special trade privileges even during the timeskip.

And like the rich of our world, they have a self-mythology propaganda justification based on merit. Yes, there is the “by the grace of god” argument, too, but crests give you extra fighting power, and if you look at the Ferdinand support for example you do see that Fodlan’s nobles - especially the adrestian ones - see themselves as a honed elite that is trained from birth & therefore better at ruling.

Not quite the same argument a modern billionaire uses - who is very invested in convincing you that they didn’t get their power and wealth by their birth - but a myth nonetheless.

Edelgard’s not bringing “meritocracy” as in brutal competition opposed to caring social safety nets, but as opposed to unearned privilege.

If you wanted to compare that to any kind of sociohistorical context, you might look at Napoleon’s peasant liberation or the implementation of civil service examinations in ancient China.

That wasn’t an all good thing - In the same way that Europe is very impacted by the legacy of rome both good & bad (there are persisting bad attitudes toward war, authority and agriculture for example), east asia still has a lot of education obsession causing pressure & unhealthy work habits to this day.

But if you compared ancient china before the reforms to ancient China after it definitely got better, by ancient china standards.

We couldn’t expect the people back then to come up with all advances up to our exact modern values at once (not can we be sure how much of our values will stand the test of time)

Considering that Fodlan’s ideal of merit is basically what Lorenz, Ingrid and Ferdinand are embodying for their respective countries, and that she stocks her inner circle with very different leaders, it is no stretch to say that she wants to shake up the social ideas of what even counts as merit, to make ppl value other things that crest power or elite upbringing, the same way we might say today that hey, cleaners are valuable actually.

Edelgard is basically doing her world’s equivalent of taxing the billionaires - reducing the power of what the overprivilieged class happens to be, & it’s obvious from her talk of how she despises inequality that she would hardly be for rule of factory owners.

When Edelgard says that she wants to make Fodlan more merit-based, that has to be taken in the context that she lives in a world where your birth determines everything, incompetent nobles can be as lazy as they want, and no one cares how competent you are if you lack a crest, title or both.

If she looked at our world, she would quickly see through the propaganda that it is supposedly “merit based” and object to how wealth and national origin obviously dictate wealth & opportunity while talented people go to waste in sweatshops.

Now of course there have been arguments even against “perfect” meritocracy - one is the devaluation of working class jobs.

To this one could answer that this is more a flaw in how merit is conceived. Historically there have been societies that exahlted blue collar work, artisans or farming.

The second argument, however, is not so easy to get rid of: That is devalues people who can’t just go & produce like machines, especially the unemployed, the sick, the mentally ill, the disabled…

But at this point we’ve got to lean back & get our definitions straight, & make it clear what we even mean by “meritocracy” -

Because if we’re just talking about the basic idea that competency should be rewarded, I don’t think too many people disagree with that. We might see a problem with valueing the competency of a doctor or lawyers dispropottionally over the competency of a cleaner or a bricklayer, but we all, by and large, want the people who prepare our goods and services to be competent. Maybe we wouldn’t exalt it over all over qualities, but most of us admire skill.

Of course the problem with the political rhetoric of “meritocracy” is that it goes beyond just rewarding skill, first with the afore mentioned rewarding of only some skills, but mostly with the reversion or overemphasis of the above: Saying that skill is the only thing that matters (to the exclusion of any inheent human value) & that those who don’t have it are worthless.

First I want to throw out the thought that this is a product of the production/profit orientation of capitalism, but one could of course imagine, as many sci fi authors have done, a non-capitalistic society that is still obsessed with merit at the exclusion of those who are not oriented towards productivity & care more about fun & relationships than producing, or those who can’t produce because they are sick or disabled.

So now we must ask ourselves the question: Which of those views does Edelgard actually hold?

Cause I want you to notice that they’re not the same. “Skill should be rewarded & jobs should be done by competent people” is not the same position as “Skill is the ONLY thing that matters and if you don’t have it you are worthless”

In one position, skill is a good quality, in the other, it's a prerequisite to worth.

Most of us here probably agree that skill is admirable (we like and reblog pretty fanarts), but not that the unskilled are worthless.

Looking at her superficially I could perhaps see how someone might suspect her of the latter - She gravitates to & surrounds herself with skilled intelligent people and she’s obscenely superpowered.

It’s an misunderstanding that Dimitri makes in-universe, he accuses her of “only benefitting the strong”

But note that her answer to that is that she wants to empower the weak to no longer be weak & decide their own lives, instead of accepting charity. (Contrast with how Dimitri romanticizes abyss, for example, even as Claude points out that locking the poor underground is hardly help.)

Of course she can say many things, as rulers often give florid speeches.

But let’s have a look at what she actually thinks. How does edelgard actually act towards people who struggle or aren’t productivity oriented?

This is one of her lecture questions from part I:

“When one professor lectures many students, some will inevitably have trouble keeping up, while others will get too far ahead in their studies. I wonder how this problem might be solved…”

Her favorite answer is “lectures should be optional”.

Which part of that sounds like a bell curve type eugenicist “only skill & intelligence counts” kind of person? She wants the struggling students to be taken proper care of, not just the good ones.

Look at the speeches she gives to Petra & Lysithea about not giving up on themselves & wanting them to move forward from an empowered mindset. Look at how she tells Lysithea to take it easy & not overtax her body. (Not "don't whine & keep working")

Look at Bernadetta - very much an ‘unproductive’ individual with great struggles & limitation. Does Edelgard dismiss her as a weakling? Not at all. Not even in the C support. She makes sure to stress her good qualities when introducing her, makes an effort to be more patient so as not to scare her, & they become good friends.

Look at the Linhardt support - at first she mistakes his behavior for youthful lazyness (He’s 16 after all) & wants to get him to apply himself, but when she realizes that he just has different priorities, she respects that, & works to get him the exact sort of position that he wants. No “suck it up!” or dismissing such a different lifestyle. Nor does she chide him for hating fighting at any point.

Edelgard does everything in her power to accomodate people so they can do their best. She sees the value even in strange unsocial people that society would dismiss. She found a job for someone like Jeritza & helped him, she doesn’t hesitate to make Dorothea a general or Manuela the prime minister no matter what people say or if they don’t act like typical politicians.

Also, when she talks about choosing her sucessor, she wants them to be brilliant/competent yes, but also kind and 'an outsider' (ie, impartial) - hardly a PoV of "if you are skilled you can do whatever you want and if you aren't no other quality matters". She's prizing kindness & objectivity just as highly, something which is absolutely reflected throughout all her actions & behaviors towards others.

She doesn't devalue living quietly & low key without making waves - in fact, that is her dream life, which she deems superior to achievement and ambition, which are to her just tools to archieve good aims.

She couldn’t be further from having a narrow definition of what a “valuable” person is, she is all ABOUT empowering people to take control of their own lives, no pity-driven charity, no paternalism, none of that. This is one of my favorite traits about her, so I can’t help but get mad when people accuse her of being the exact opposite.

But maybe the biggest argument is abyss. This is where the genuine underclass lives, poor, struggling, traumatized, refugees etc.

Edelgard isn’t as vocal during Cindered Shadows as Claude - she can’t blow her cover & just isn’t as expressive personality wise. But she’s the one who makes everybody swear to take care of Abyss no matter who wins.

And her route is the one where, instead of telling you that they lost people, Hapi tells you that they’ve all been pretty much fine over the timeskip.

If you want to help the struggling & the poor and those who don't have "conventional" skills, you should back edelgard.

#edelgard #edelgard von hresvelg #three houses #fire emblem: three houses #fire emblem three houses #fe3h

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HOW does Cap NOT see the irony of Marianne saying that just because humans hurt the Nabateans its not okay for the Nabateans to hurt humans through the Church scriptures when Marianne joined Edelgard in attacking the Church because the Church hurt Edelgard and Marianne? The entire dialogue is just Marianne saying cycle of revenge = bad EXCEPT when its her and Edelgard getting back at the church for making them suffer I guess?? Dear lord what a poorly thought out dialogue thanks I hate it.

The same way it doesn't see the hypocrisy in shitting on Seteth and the Church for chasing down the Rhodos Coast priests after they'd retreat while saying nothing at all when Woobiegard chases down Judith after she'd retreated.

Or when the Church and Faerghus are called tyrannical for denying commoner's their right to rise through use of lethal force while saying nothing of Petra putting down a rebellion from her people through the threat of use of lethal force.

Or when Ingrid shits on House Rowe for defecting from Adrestia to the Kingdom and the Kingdom for rewarding House Rowe for that while she defected from the Kingdom to join Adrestia and was rewarded for it.

Or when Woobiegard calls Faerghus intrinsically racist for blaming an entire race for the Kingdom's ruin while she blames the entire Nabatean race for Fodlan's ruin.

Or when Woobiegard shits on Margrave Gautier for prioritizing Crested heirs due to their ability to access Relics and the immense power they hold while colluding with TWS to gain a Relic due to the immense power it held.

Or when Claude is called bad for wanting to conquer Fodlan while Woobiegard's war is literally called a conquest and when she literally calls herself a hegemon.

Or when everyone calls Rhea horrible for her willingness to sacrifice Byleth to revive Sothis while saying nothing about how Woobiegard was willing to sacrifice Byleth and the Black Eagles as a whole because they got in her way.

Or when Catherine is said to be blindly loyal to Rhea because she never questions her orders and that's a bad thing while no one on Woobiegard's side ever questions Woobiegards orders.

Or when Woobiegard says that Crests or nobility don't make anyone better than anyone else and that she views everyone as equals while in reality actually befriending exactly three people - Dorothea, Kronya, and Manuela - who are neither Crested nor nobles and having a total of five people on her side who aren't (when adding Shamir who she never talks to and Ladislava who does nothing). Out of a total of 18 people on her side who are named characters.

Or when Marianne accuses Seteth of being indifferent to her pain and suffering while being indifferent to the pain and suffering she'd directly helped inflict on Raphael (along with who knows how many no-names who were just defending their homelands) maybe two months ago.

Or when Bernadetta laments about the Church trying to destroy her home she's found in Garreg Mach while never mentioning her involvement in destroying the home many of those in the Church had found in Garreg Mach when she helped lay siege to it five years prior.

Or when the Church is painted as this horribly violent institute that kills any who stand up against it while Woobiegard and her side violently kill any who stand against her.

Or when Ingrid says that the Kingdom is bad for dressing up atrocities as the right and/or best thing to do while Woobiegard won't fuckin' shut up about how her killing all these people who are literally just defending themselves from her violent invasion of their lands is the right and/or best thing to do.

Or how Hubert will say he thought lowly of Ingrid because he thought she was just blindly obedient to the Kingdom while literally, genuinely, not even slightly exaggerating two passages later commending Ingrid for following Woobiegard, in his own words that he actually used, verbatim, "despite all logic and sense."

When I say this fic is dripping in hypocrisy, I am saying that it is absolutely drenched in it. It seems like every other second a character will say one thing is terrible and horrible and no good and very bad, and then turn around and do that very thing, without any reflection or conflict or anything. And if there is? Like Claude directly shoving Woobiegards hypocrisy regarding her hanging out with almost exclusively nobles and/or Crested people? Noooo no no no, that was Claude being mean and wrong - he even admitted as much! And then she goes right back to doing exactly that with no acknowledgement of doing so whatsoever.

That's. Some of the best we get, in terms of ever actually giving any acknowledgement of Woobiegard and/or her side's two-faced actions. Which is... any. At all. And then it's outright revoked - but hey! At least it's mentioned! Unlike the majority of these examples that just float about as though we're not supposed to look at them. So Marianne doing that with Seteth is unironically one of the most tame examples of blatant hypocrisy committed by Woobiegard and her side

#ask #anon #exqueuese me princess #o captain my captain #the way no one can keep anything belief system of theirs straight for literally two seconds #like we're supposed to root for these guys? the ones who started a war over beliefs they literally turn their backs on over and over again?#nah man i'm good thanks

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hello if you want you can ignore this of course but I was wondering what would vampire Hoseok do if he found out someone turned oc? Your fics are amazing by the way!

Bitten to death

A/N: Thank you for your request :) It was fun to write. However I took it less as a reaction, and more of a story prompt. So it's not exactly a conclusive answer to your question. I hope you still like it, though ^-^ 💜💜💜

Summary: You thought you knew everything about Vampires but when you wake up one you learn there are some important things you did not know. And it's only going to let worse once you learn why you were turned.

Trigger Warnings: Blood, death, maiming, choking, violence, mind control, abduction, yandere themes.

Vampire! Hoseok

It was like a horror story within your already horrific story. Some man you've never met before broke into Hoseok's house when only you were there. While you screamed and fought and instinctively called for Hoseok, he covered you in bites unlike any other you had felt before. Ones that made you suffer as if fire was coursing through your veins. You wish that you could say you were strong enough that your fight had some kind of impact. But in truth, it was over after only a few seconds. And it was in those few seconds that you felt your chest burning and your breath fill your lungs for the last time.

Waking you're met by the stranger hovering above you. Your head aching and your body throbbing in ways you had never experienced before. With a quick glance, you can see everything around you, and that does mean everything. Every single little detail. And the information is overwhelming.

Your mind feels as if it's breaking from everything you're taking in. For as far as you can see there are pallets and long isles of shelves lined up, the contents on every rack crystal clear. You can hear the sound of his shoes on the concrete and the dirt gritting underneath, and how each peak of sound travels and bounces off the farthest point in the warehouse. Even the smells, there are hundreds of them all hitting you at once. A few you know like the fragrance of the treated wood or the oils stain, but others you couldn't guess at. It's as if all of your senses are on high and you have no way to focus them.

Despite your panic, no matter how much you want to run, you can't. Laying on your back with your arms spread out to either side of you and your legs held together, you're being bound by the thinnest most delicate length of silver chain. Though, it's not tied. It's only draped over you, but still holding you as if it were stronger than any steel. Burning you as if it were touched by the sun.

You may have only seen a few newly made vampires before, but you have still been around them enough and know enough about their existence to recognize how and why your body feels wrong. And absurdly you can't help but feel betrayed. This was not supposed to happen to you. It was the only safety you got from belonging to someone who was called The Immortal King, and The Origin of Cruelty. No one was supposed to be foolish enough to steal from him, and most importantly, no one was supposed to be able to hurt you. But now because Hobi didn't keep you safe, he's now lost his blood supply and you've lost your humanity.

The stranger snaps his fingers, the sound bursting in your eardrums making you groan and wince as he repeats it. "Focus your attention on just this one sound. On just the sight of my hand. Feel the air around it." He coaxes you, snapping again. The noise echos dozens of times, ricocheting off every wall. The dull thud of his fingertips hitting his palm only sounding the once though.

Opening your eyes your concentration goes to the hand held above your face as he said, the space around it blurring. On the back of his pointer finger on an otherwise porcelain complexion, you notice a small patch of dry skin just below his knuckle. Clear blue-black defined veins wrapping the back of his palm. He clicks his fingers again and you catch the sound of friction from the way his finger rubs down his thumb, feeling the most minuscule shift in the air created by his motion.

The pinpointed attention helps for a moment, but then you shift your eyes to his face and the explosion of information overpowers you again. His hold comes around your neck keeping your head from turning. The tight pressure on your throat while stifling your movement, nearly makes you smile. There's no airflow to restrict. Your chest isn't heating, your body isn't convulsing trying to breathe. Even in this tense moment, you can't help but find it humorous, thinking how many times over the years had you wished for this exact thing when Hobi had squeezed the air from you.

"Watch my eyes," on his words your vision becomes immersed in them. They're piercing blue. Made up of streaks of white interlacing with a clear sapphire shade, like thousands of threads made out of the purest tropical ocean. A transparent irregular line encircling his pupil, and beyond that every distinct strand blurs together with the others until it reaches the shadowed grey edge that holds the circular shape. Slowly his jet black pupils dilate, stretching and filling his entire iris till every trace of colour is removed. As if transfixed, you're unable to close your own eyes, a flooding of bright light filling your field of view. The strength of it is so intense that the tendons in your sockets ache and your eyes begin to water. Tears rolling down the sides of your face, cresting in your ears.

"Apologies, you are only my second." He confuses you with a vague explanation you did not ask for. The black finally receding into its natural size. Your own eyes scrunching as you try to blink away the soreness. The bizarre occurrence leaving you feeling drained of strength, filling you with anxiety caused by the uncertainty, which is only worsened by the glimmer of triumph in his gaze.

Searching past him to the ceiling your brain is again processing the whole image instead of the sum of its parts. The strain in your head slowly fading, your tight held muscles releasing as everything begins to normalize. You don't know what he did, but it seemed to help.

He doesn't back away, continuing to invade your personal space. Although, the way his fingers are trailing along your skin while you're restrained on the floor is still not the worst thing he has done to you. Seeing as he killed you.

"I had almost given up hope that Jung Hoseok would love." His hand daintily caresses along your neck and up your jaw. Your eyes shutting as his fingertips run over your lips. "I began to fear it might not be something possible for him." He divulges, his touch still aimlessly wandering.

The way he speaks you can feel his vailed anger. Despite his soft words, this is not someone who cares about Hoseok's wellbeing, this is someone who hates him deeply.

"However, you restored my lost faith. And for that, I would like to thank you, Inamorata."

He thinks Hoseok loves you? Is he crazy?. He's possessive of you, that is all. Even in moments of deception or weakness when you had told him that you loved him, he's never said it back with any sincerity. And he has never said it of his own accord.

"Sir," your eyes reopen. "I think you've misunderstood. These," you weakly gesture to the silver, each slight movement searing the links deeper into your flesh. "aren't necessary. We are on the same side. I hate Hobi, more than anyone."

"Truly?" He asks tilting his head to the side. His white hair messily hanging across his forehead.

"Yes," you nod trying to insist your point. "He's kept me locked up for years." you chuckle dryly. Finding it nearly risible that all of this is because this man believes in a fantasy.

"Well then, you are free to rise," he nods resolutely. Plucking the chains out of your melted skin as you grit your teeth. The sound of the sizzle on his own skin baffling you as to how he can even lift them.

Sitting up you gently pull your limbs in, inspecting the blistered and bloody marks. The skin on your wrists already starting to intricately knit itself back together.

"Come here." The stranger calls from a rested place on one of the pallets to your right.

Standing, it is a bit hard to walk with your ankles still cut up but you make it to him decently. Looking around you, you can see the sun streaming in from the high windows that line the whole length of the warehouse. It's enough to light up the otherwise dark space, but with the sheer size of this place, the beams of sunlight do not get close to the two of you in the centre. Still in the middle of the day, it means Hobi can't get to you. Not easily at least. So you're on your own for now.

"Kneel." He instructs plainly. And you follow, lowering onto your knees in front of him. Your only thoughts are of escape. You may be in your first minutes as a vampire, but it should be simple to move quickly. It always seemed like something that came easily to them. "Inamorata, you will call me Master." he declares abruptly.

"Yes, Master." You smile confusedly. Inamorata? Why does he keep calling you that? You're unsure if it's a name or a title, but it's weirding you out.

Your face drops, your heart thumping, realizing what you said. The words you just spoke replaying in your head. You hadn't meant to say that.

Why did you say that?

In fact, why had you knelt? Why were you doing what he said at all?

With a gaped mouth you climb back to your feet. "Look, I think-um." You start not knowing what you want to say.

"Kneel." He orders again more forcefully yet with a knowing, jovial smirk. You shake your head hard, staying upright. You're not going to let him order you around. He has to be kidding.

Your brows furrow, your mouth drops open, and your forehead tightens as your knees bend against your wishes. You drop back into your knelt position. Grunting as your jaw clenches, your fingers digging into your legs, doing your best to resist without success.

Your eyes go wide in shock.

"Good. Now stay there," his voice makes your stomach drop. But your muscles relax, your shoulders dropping and your bottom lowering on your calves. Your body resting in this position.

This is nothing you have ever seen before. It's nothing that you knew was possible. It shouldn't be possible. On top of all the horrible advantages they already have, you're sure you would have known if mind control was one of them!

"How?" You gape, shaking your head in disbelief. "Why?"

"Why?" a smile fills his face, "What you have told me is far different than what I had heard." He stands and turns, tapping his foot against the top pallet sending it and its boxed contents flying. He grabs at the bottom slats of wood underneath and drags them closer to you with a horrid screeching on the concrete. Sitting back down he is now much lower and much nearer to you. So much so that his legs spread straight out on either side of you. "See, I had heard stories of the self-proclaimed King of Vampires, who had fallen in love with his human pet. That he kept her close, kept her safe, and drank from her exclusively."

"That's not love." you interrupt with a scoff, "That's imprisonment."

"Well, let us see what the truth is. Tell me honestly, Jung Hoseok's little Inamorata, do you love him?"

"Yes." You're mouth answers before your mind has time to think. "No!" you instantly correct.

The smile grows larger on his face "And what do you feel about him?"

"I'm scared of him. But I care for him." The words are pouring out of you uncontrollably, your face placifying as you speak. "and I miss him when he isn't home."

"And does he love you?"

"I think so, yes." You wish you could make yourself shut up! Your calm tone drops and you bite your jaw trying to take back your own body, growling as you do. "No! He doesn't." you snarl in a rapid shift.

"You think so? Then my last question; Do you want him to love you?" He asks satirically.

"Yes," The word slips out. Being accepted joyously from him. "You can't just make me say anything you want!" you shout. Your body is rigid and stiff as you think to stand with nothing happening.

"I did not," he chuckles, "I made you say what you believe is true."

"No, you didn't! Tha-" his finger raises to his lips shushing you, cutting you off like your voice had disappeared.

That is not how you feel! Hobi may have gotten better as time has gone on, but he is still cruel and malicious and heartless. The only thing this man is doing is speaking to your primal brain. The part of you that gave into its survival instinct and it's the part that you fight every day to repress so that you stay in control. You can't love him, it's not possible.

"Ha, you are far more amenable than my last. I can hardly feel any resistance." He mocks, tapping his temple. "And I recall Jung Hoseok trying to move heaven and earth to break free. Even Mansueto struggled to contain him. But you," he reaches down holding out his hand and you follow his gesture, your body moving independently to accept it. "You are a broken little thing."

You don't understand his ridicule. You're not moving consciously. Your own mind isn't connected to your actions. So you can't fathom how your body is even reacting, let alone how you should be able to fight it.

"Stop." You complain, your voice coming out with far less strength than you had intended. "Look, Hoseok doesn't have my blood anymore, okay. So just leave me out of whatever fucked up feud you have you have going with him."

"No, that is not enough." his tone becomes suddenly harsh. He lifts his hand and you stand as he raises it. "He stole someone precious to me and he must feel the same agony of loss."

"You're wrong." you swallow, working to overcome your nerves, "I'm sorry, but you just are. He doesn't love me. I'm not precious." You try to reason, seeing your pleas falling on an unreceptive man.

"We will see."

The sun has barely set before you hear commotion beyond the metal walls.

You had tried over and over to pry information from this man, to convince him to let you leave. But you were unable to gather so much as a name from him, and clearly, you failed to be let go. After a certain point of ignoring you, he stopped you from speaking altogether. Not allowing you to say a word until he permits it. More than that though, he filled your head with many instructions. Telling you how to behave in anticipation of Hoseok's arrival.

100 meters in front of you the locked doors are ripped off their hinges, a dozen men and women pouring into the warehouse with inhuman speed. But as if time slows down your eyes adjust and you can see them, see their movements with full clarity. Hoseok comes in last and straight down the middle into the open square that you all occupy. And you must admit, you are genuinely happy to see him. Now you just want him to hurry up and get you out of here.

The man steps forward to meet them while you are sat on the stack of pallets behind him. Your only instruction at this time is to sit quietly and wait for him to call you. Hating the feeling of being restrained by your own body.

Watching them all lineup versus a single man, you find it comical how outmatched he is.

Hobi always said that when he got tired of playing with your human body, he was going to turn you. And he was furious if anyone robbed him of even your smallest reactions, so clearly, he was going to be beyond pissed that someone sped up his plan, and took your death away from him.

"That's mine," Hoseok puffs up his chest, looking past the man's shoulder to you.

The only thing that's confusing you, though, is if this man knows who The Vampire King is, why he didn't expect to be met with hell on earth, and why he didn't prepare better.

"Jung Hoseok, always so impolite. Do you not think you should greet an old friend after so many years?"

"We can talk all you like, Kol," Hoseok snarls, finally giving a name to your killer. "Once I get my property back."

"I think you'll find this is my belonging now." he chuckles in a brief pause. Hoseok's expression darkens, his eyes becoming murderous. The fury around him actually making you shiver. "Do you like the modifications I made? She is much more durable now."

Supposedly, Hobi's already noticed your change, because he doesn't look at you again. Instead, the two men have an intense staredown. All of the vampires on his side looking ready to kill on a word.

"And far more obedient. Come here," Kol calls you, holding his hand out at shoulder height for you to take. Moving automatically, you jump down from the stack of wooden pallets placing your fingers on his palm.

Unable to stand the rage on Hoseok's face you look down, just missing the exact moment he charges. But you see an instant later as he is thrown back like a paper doll into four stories of shelves, his weight bringing the metal, the shelves, and the products down on top of him as the whole structure collapses. His men looking as startled as you to see Hoseok so easily discarded.

Before the toppling construction settles, Kol breaks from your side and an incredible, horrible scene breaks out. His speed is something you can't follow, even now. You only see the trail of destruction when he stops. One after the other, he made his way through half of the vampires, ripping them apart. Literally tearing some in two halves. Decorating the square with blood and innards.

The others are as belated and overwhelmed as you, only just having the sense to react as his blurred image stops. When he advances again, this time he doesn't use his quickness for an advantage and simply ploughs through them. They attack all at once, and still as they grab and strike at him, their forces barely move him. And his response is terrifying.

You can only bear to watch the first one. Kol's fist driving through a woman's chest, the horrid cracking of her ribs as he tears it back out making you want to scream. But his orders have you completely silent. Instead, you close your eyes, sealing your hands over your ears. Trying to block out the violent sickening sounds of his destructive rampage.

There's a last thud before it falls quiet again. Your eyes springing open to see as horrific of a sight as you had imagined. He's dripping in blood. Drenched in it. And Hoseok's people are strewn in every which way. Not a single one having survived.

Sauntering through the sea of dead bodies, he makes his way to the side where Hoseok is unmoved, tossing away the beams and panels as if they were nothing. Grabbing him by the ankle, he drags him from the rubble into the clear space in front of you. The man you once thought of as the most powerful in existence, and his troupe of vampires, was completely demolished in mere seconds of work. And you can only watch on with your body shaking. Your hopes of rescue decimated. Your chest aching with worry, even for Hobi's sake.

"Now that it's a more intimate number of us, should we talk?" Kol releases him, brushing past you as he sits where you had before. His action triggering an instruction he provided earlier, forcing you to follow him and kneel at his feet.

Sitting up, Hoseok rubs the back of his hand against a large gash under his eye. The ferocity not having left his mannerisms. "You disappear for 90 years, and you show up to what, gimmie a blood bath." His laugh falls into a grimace as he stands himself back up.

"I was created in the 13th century and you brought infants to a fight with me. What did you think would happen?" Kol asks scornfully.

"I was hoping they would do a little better," He smirks, shrugging off their deaths. "Okay, that's my bad. But still, that doesn't tell me what you want. Or did you just want to remind me that you're still alive?" He taunts, his sardonic nature returning, "Remind me that you're still pissed and you can kick my ass. Good job. You put on quite a show." he smiles, his tongue running over his fangs as he gestures around at the gruesome display. "But she," he points to you with two fingers, bitterness lacing his next words, "is worth nothing to you."

"Oh, she is worth everything to me," Kol slides forward, his hand brushing down the back of your neck, "because she is worth everything to you."

On those words, you get the most heart-wrenching sight. A pang of insecurity shows up in Hoseok's eyes. Uncertainty and something so close to fear. The smile fading as he looks him up and down.

"I am curious, though, Vampire King, do you think she will detest the Sire bond as greatly as you did?" he punctuates the question, tugging your head back by your hair. "If I treat her as Mansueto treated you, how long do think until she breaks?"

With immense speed, Hoseok splinters one of the wooden crates near him, lunging at Kol, aiming to drive the shard into his heart with a roar. But he's caught before his hand ever plunges forward. Instead, Kol takes the sharp wood and spikes it into Hoseok's stomach. Continuing to dominate him with a solid blow, knocking him off his feet, smacking him into the concrete in front of you. Stepping down, he swings his foot punting Hoseok in the chest hurling him back among the remains of his fallen creations.

You had thought if you ever saw Hobi being handled as roughly as he treated you, that you would enjoy the Karma of it. But seeing him so easily immobilized is making you sick with fear and mostly sadness.

With Kol having stood, you're no longer bound on your knees and you scramble to your feet. You want to run to Hoseok's side but before you have the chance Kol drags you into him, his hand wrapped around your waist, his other crudely brushing the hair from off the side of your face.

"Call out to him. Tell him your every feeling." He hushes the order in your ear.

"Hobi!" you yell, not sure you would have even needed to be compelled to want to shout for him. "Get up, please. I'm scared. I wanna go home!"

"Go to him," Kol releases you and you sprint to his side, hardly able to slow your sudden frantic speed.

Doubled over Hoseok is bleeding profusely. He needs your blood- but you can't do that anymore. And you have no idea what to do. You don't know how to help him or how to get out of here. He's the one that is supposed to keep you safe.

Coming from behind you, Kol bends down shoving you out of the way to lift Hoseok by the throat. "Stop!" you follow their movement, hanging on Kol's arm. "Stop! Please." But you have no effect. Instead, he jerks the wood dagger out making Hobi yell in pain.

"Do you recall what you said as you killed our Sire?" Kol whispers maliciously. "You told me that 'I will get over it'." Releasing him, he lets Hoseok plummet to the floor and you drop with him trying to catch his weight. "In 100 years from now, I'll let you see her again and you can tell me if you were able to take your own advice." he smiles spitefully.

"Hobi," you whine lowly. Brushing his hair from his sweat and blood wet forehead. "I don't want to go with him. Rather the devil you know, right," you softly chuckle, trying to pull his energy back.

Even though you know the both of you have no chance at the moment, you guess you're just looking for an affirmation that he isn't going to let you go and let this other man keep you for the next century.

"Please," you whisper, your waterline filling with tears.

Reaching towards you, Hoseok's hand constricts around your throat, pulling you into him like he has countless times before.

"You're mine," he growls through pained grunts. His anger lessened, distress replacing it. But he gives you the answer he could see you searching for.

"Yes," you nod subtly. Closing your eyes as you lean further into his hold.

"Get up," Kol orders, interrupting you.

Despite his tightening grip, you pull away from Hobi, standing as you were told. The elder vampire taking your arm leads you away through the bodies to the open doorway.

"Say goodbye Jung Hoseok," Kol calls back, leaving him injured and alone, making you wish more than ever that you could pull back. "And do not worry, I'll take very good care of her for you."

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Jaune didn't know why Velvet and Coco had been so pushy to get him to meet them in downtown Vale, on a particulary Sunny day. Seeing both the hotties wearing flowy sundresses, he quickly saw the appeal and even more so, when Coco had lifted the back end of Velvet's dress. Seeing the cute and full rear was already hot, wearing no underwear was hotter and the Cottontail Butt Plug, was the cream on top.

Velvet whined as she looked at the different clothes that Coco had placed on their beds, more and more fabric spilling from their dressers and their closets like blood from a Grimm Attack. “Isn’t this enough, Coco?” she gestured to the ‘rejected’ pile, where most of their casual clothes lay. “I mean, we’re just going to Vale…” she began timidly, freezing in place, rabbit ears twitching as her friend stiffened, before slowly turning towards her, tilting her sunglasses down and staring at her with narrowed chocolate eyes.

“Oh, but Velvet, this isn’t just a visit to Vale!” Velvet felt heat creep up into cheeks at the sudden passion that her friend was showing, waving her arms as the Coco slowly advanced towards her. “This is a visit to Vale with. Your. Crush. You managed to get the courage to ask the brave knight who defended you out! To repay him for his kindness. To admit your feelings! To take him to a quiet place and ride his-”

“COCO!” Velvet nearly shrieked, cheeks burning and heart beating rapidly as the images formed and danced around in her mind, images of her hugging, kissing, making love to the attractive blonde that had been so kind to her. She bit her lower lip as she imagined riding him, him holding her hips and looking up at her, love in his eyes-

“Perfect! Found it!” Velvet was ripped from her daydream when Coco’s victorious cry reached her, and glanced over to see her holding a cream colored sundress high above her head like a battle trophy. Velvet felt her cheeks somehow darken even more as she realized what dress this was. She remembered Coco buying it for her because ‘it goes wonderful with your complexion, Bun-Bun!’, but she had never worn it out of the dorms.

Why? Well, it looked nice on her, that was for sure, but the length of the sundress left much to be desired! It just skirted legality, barely cresting her upper thighs! The slightest breeze would flip it up and expose what underwear she was wearing to whomever was in front of her or behind her! “Coco…!” she whined as her friend moved forwards, a smirk on her face.

“Re-lax, Bun-Bun...there’s no breeze at all today really. You’re in no danger of showing the goodies off to Jaune or anyone, until you want to!” Seeing the firm look in Coco’s eyes, Velvet’s shoulders slumped, knowing that there was no way she was getting out of wearing this. All she could do was submit, and hope that the embarrassment wouldn’t be too great in front of her crush.

She squeaked as Coco descended upon her, her top being pulled over her head and being tossed into the corner, her bra following, her orange sized breasts settling onto her breasts with a jiggle, before her pants and panties followed, leaving her naked before her teammate.

A quick moment later, she found the sundress pulled over her head and her arms put into the sleeves, leaving Velvet disoriented for a moment as Coco ran her fingers through her lightly tangled brown tresses, easing the small knots out. “Perfect! Now, time for me to get dressed!” she hummed, heading back to the closet and looking for something for herself, leaving the slightly dizzy bunny alone. As she cleared her head, Velvet took a step, then blushed brightly as she felt a healthy breeze over her bare pussy. “C-Coco...underwear, please!?” she squeaked out, making her friend laugh loudly. “Coco!?”

~x~x~x~x~

Velvet walked with burning cheeks next to Coco, making sure to keep her thighs pressed together as much as possible. Why, one may ask? The reason was simple: Coco had refused to let her wear underwear. Neither bra nor panties. Meaning she was completely bare underneath this woefully short sundress which just barely fell past her mound and upper thigh. Even now, she was afraid to raise her legs too high to walk so the people around them didn’t get a perfect view of her freshly waxed pussy!

But still, on some level...this was exciting. And Velvet hated that that was true. She didn’t want to find this exciting! She didn’t want to get turned on! And she certainly didn’t want to leak down her thighs! That would be so humiliating! All...all the people seeing her juices sliding down her thighs, a small breeze all it taking to just expose her to all their eyes, to Jaune’s eyes-!

She was pulled out of her frighteningly arousing thoughts by Coco tugging gently on her hand, making her nipples graze the inside of the dress, becoming dangerously close to getting hard and saying a loud and happy “HELLO” to everyone. “There’s Jaune! Come on, Bun-Bun!”

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune Arc was confused. He had never really understood girls, even with being raised in a family of seven sisters. If anything, that made it worse. He constantly mixed signals and such...but even he couldn’t mix this one up. At least, he thought he couldn’t mix this up.

When he had helped Velvet, the admittedly very cute rabbit faunus in the year above him, he hadn’t been expecting anything from it! He had just been doing what was right getting Cardin to leave her alone.

But later on he had pretty much hunted down by the bunny girl and her fashion plate of a partner (trust him, with seven sisters, he knew girl’s fashions, and she was wearing all the latest trends with the best fabrics and colors that accentuated her skin and eyes) and told him in no uncertain terms to meet them here today in Vale, on a bright and sunny Saturday.

It wasn’t a date, of that he was sure. After all, why would two beautiful girls want to be seen publicly with him at the same time? But still, he wore some clothes that he knew were acceptable for an outing with a lady, or ladies in this case.

He took a sip of his tea, savoring the cool sweetness and wondering where they were. He knew that he was early, a holdover from his childhood where his dad was of the belief that not only was it better to be early than late, but to never keep a lady waiting. They still had about ten minutes before he would begin getting worried, at any rate.

Hearing a familiar voice, he looked up to see Coco and Velvet making their way towards him, Coco surprisingly enough missing her beret and sunglasses, and Velvet with a deep blush on her face. He smiled a bit, finding her beautiful, adorable. He paused. Beautiful? Adorable? That wasn’t something that was a common thought with every girl that he saw.

He swallowed as they made their way over. Both of them were wearing beautiful sundresses that accented their figures wonderfully, Velvet a cream colored one that seemed almost gauzy in its composition, and Coco was wearing one the color of her namesake, Cocoa, with accents of Burnt Sienna. He found himself holding back a wince. His sisters really had done a number on him if he knew the colors on sight.

Biting his lip and taking a deep breath to calm himself, he stood.

~x~x~x~x~

Velvet swallowed roughly, mouth watering upon seeing Jaune wearing clothes that she didn’t expect him to have, but Brothers, did he look delectable! A soft yellow dress shirt was pressed and buttoned up against his frame, tucked into his navy blue slacks and topped with black dress shoes. His hair was combed neatly, framing his face nicely. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, so loud she worried that Coco could hear it.

Speaking of her partner...Coco whistled low. “Damn, Bun-Bun, he cleans up nice~!” she outright purred, licking her lips. “Hell, if you don’t want to take him for a ride, I think I will…” Velvet’s ears went stiff and she spared a glare at her partner, before putting her attention back to Jaune, giving him as good a smile as she could, despite the fact she felt a mixture of arousal, shame, and fear filling her as she felt herself moisten. This was...going to be difficult.

Especially when Coco practically dragged her along to go meet her crush, the breeze whipping along her damp lips as she was moved. Her cheeks darkened more and she shuddered as her arousal grew higher and stronger as they reached the table.

She nearly squeaked as Coco all but shoved her into the seat next to Jaune, her bare rear and thighs plunking down onto sun warmed metal, feeling the little...addition that Coco insisted on. She shivered as she remembered how she got it…

(Flashback Begins)

“Coco, what are you doing!?” Velvet screamed, cheeks burning as Coco bent her over the bed and pulled up the edge of the sundress, revealing the round swell of her bottom and her plump pussy lips. She tried kicking out, but it was useless, as Coco was too close to her for her kicks to do much, especially with the benefit of Aura. Her cheeks burned as she felt warm puffs of air across her backside, brushing over her most intimate of places.

She released a soft squeak as firm hands grabbed her soft cheeks, fingers sinking into them and spreading her rear apart, revealing the entirety of her pussy and her small hole. She whined, thanking everything that she had showered thoroughly that morning, before a startled shriek escaped her lips as something hot and wet licked a stripe between her cheeks, before prodding at the small depression of skin, circling it.

Velvet whimpered as she hunched and curled in on herself, her legs tucking inwards and knees pressing together as she dug her fingers into the sheets before her, biting viciously into her lower lip to try and make herself focus on something other than what her partner was doing to her ass...her eyes nearly popped clear from their sockets as she felt Coco’s tongue work along her rim, before pushing inside her.

She buried her face into the bed, releasing a wail as Coco insistently worked her tongue around, before pulling away with a ‘pop’, leaving her shivering at the wetness that was suddenly attacked by the cool air of the room.

“Well…” she could hear Coco sounding breathless, and heard her lick her lips, puffs of air brushing her soaked nethers, before she felt her partner release one of her buttocks, Coco’s other hand shifting to keep them spread apart. “If you decide to fuck the stud, it can’t be in your pussy...from what I hear, Arc’s got seven sisters...he shoots inside, you get pregnant. I guarantee it.” Velvet squirmed as she felt something cold poke against her small hole, before worming its way in, “So, what we’re going to do is make sure this bunny badonkadonk of yours is alllll ready in case you want to make love to the stud~” Coco murmured.

Feeling the item settle within her rear, plugged in fully, Velvet shook as she sat up slowly, looking behind her with wide eyes to see what Coco had shoved up her butt. She whined, her ears drooping as she saw it. She couldn’t believe that Coco had even gotten one of these. How had she not noticed that she had a-

(Flashback End)

Velvet fought a shudder as the cottontail buttplug that her partner bought shifted inside her ass, pressing against her inner walls, the sensations nearly making her miss what Jaune asked her. She released a soft ‘eep’ and spoke. “I-I’m doing okay, Juane! H-How about you?” she nearly scrunched her menu up in her hands, her emotions going wild as she glanced at her crush with a shaky smile. It didn’t help as she felt the air under the table going up her skirt!

And Coco, the wicked bitch, just sat there and smirked behind her menu!

~x~x~x~x~

Gods help her, Velvet couldn’t even remember what she had eaten, or even what they had talked about, her attention focused solely on Jaune. Were his eyes always such a deep, soulful blue? Did his hair always catch the sun that way? Did he always smell so...so good?

Velvet was mortified as she shifted, feeling slickness between her thighs. She just knew that she would be leaving a wet spot on the chair when she stood up! That would be so humiliating! Oh, she hoped that Jaune didn’t notice...that would be...terrible.

She could already see the look of disappointment on his face, feel his hand around her wrist, tugging her close, before he threw her over his lap, flipped up her dress, and upon seeing her bare bottom and pussy, began to spank her, punish her for being such a bad, such a perverted, naughty, filthy, outright slutty little bunny who needed to be disciplined-

She was pulled from her thoughts by the boy in question, who placed his hand on her arm, and she found herself drawn into his eyes, his smile. She melted. Coco was right, as much as she hated to admit it. She was smitten. Truly, completely, utterly in love with this young man. She wanted him...she wanted him so much, to be his. To be wrapped in his arms and hugged...kissed...fucked halfway through the mattress!

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune noticed that Velvet was nervous and stuttering, her words disjointed and almost frightened. He didn’t think it was him, but boy, did he understand social anxiety. Reaching out, he placed his hand on her arm, and found himself staring into deep chocolate eyes.

He had heard tell of the eyes being the windows of the soul, but he had always thought that to be complete and utter bunk that was in tawdry, bodice-ripper romances, like the ones that Saphron wrote, and the ones that Blake tried to hide that she read.

But looking into Velvet’s eyes...he understood what his sister meant. He could see warmth, fear, contentedness...attraction, desire, want. All of this, aimed at him.

“Hey, lovebirds~” a teasing voice made red blossom over Velvet’s cheeks, and heat in his own face made him realize that he was blushing as well. Both shrinking slightly at the confident smirk that the other brunette had on her face. “I paid for our lunches, and don’t worry, it was my treat~” she teased, obviously taking joy in their embarrassment. “Let’s go for a walk?”

~x~x~x~x~

Coco Adel was a lot of things. Team Leader of CFVY, Leader of the fashion trends in Vale, and most of all, she liked to think herself a good friend. She knew that her Bun-Bun was shy as fuck, but that she really wanted, thirsted for, really, the blonde that had helped her with that brute Winchester’s bullying. She often caught her closest friend staring at him in longing.

And by the Brother’s, this ship would fucking sail if it was the last thing she did!

So she planned, she plotted, she managed to get Jaune to agree to meet them in Vale, she got Velvet in the sundress (she was proud; she had known that she’d get her to wear that someday!), and refused her underwear, and even bought the cutest buttplug to prepare her!

She knew Velvet after two years. She knew that the timid little bunny would take ages to actually attempt to get close to Arc, so she knew that she had to help her. She had caught the needy little bunny masturbating in her sleep, moaning Jaune’s name! She had to do something!

And so here they were, by the artificial beach near the edge of downtown, with not a single person in sight. Perfect. She turned to see Velvet standing by Jaune, looking up at him almost adoringly, but could tell that her sweet little bunny needed help admitting her feelings. But she would, after all, Velvet had her for help.

“Jaune...you know why we called you out for a day out?” she asked, seeing Velvet stiffen and look at her pleadingly, but Coco wasn’t going to be stopped. She wasn’t going to let Velvet keep curled in on herself anymore!

Reaching out she tugged her bunny close and could feel her heart beating hard and fast against her rib cage. She rubbed her back gently, trying to soothe her a bit before redirecting her attention to Jaune, who stared at them with confusion. She smiled at him softly. “Velvet...she’s bad with talking, but she really, really likes you, but I knew that if I didn’t help her, she’d say nothing and possibly lose out. She’s my closest friend, and I can’t let that happen to her.”

Velvet trembled against her, and she felt her bury her face into her shoulder so she didn’t give into the urge to look back...not that that was an issue. Jaune looked at Velvet in awe, as though the bunny had hung the stars. Good. Maybe he was worthy of dating her.

Her lips titled upwards into a smirk. “Ready yourself, Velvet…” she whispered, feeling her partner stiffen against her, before she looked back at Jaune. “Yeah, she’s been, well…” she stopped herself, knowing that she was almost about to ramble, before quickly dropping into a bend, grabbing the end of Velvet’s sundress and yanking it up, revealing her bare bottom and the cottontail buttplug nestled between the fat cheeks, her free hand cupping the plump right buttock underneath her chin. She ignored the shocked squeak and flailing arms above her as she gently squeezed the delectable cheek in her hand. “See, Jaune? Velvet’s been ready for you~” she cooed.

Part of her worried that this action was a bit too much for him, but she needn’t have worried, as she saw Jaune’s eyes glaze over in lust and his pants swell...and swell...and swell...my, my. He was a big one...fortunately, she had prepared her bunny for this. She smirked, looking around, before seeing a small alcove hidden from most. Perfect~

~x~x~x~x~

Velvet felt her cheeks burning as Coco leaned back against the wall behind her, and she leaned against her, with Coco’s hands holding up her sundress, keeping her bare backside visible to the young man behind them.

Her cheeks burned as she felt eager hands playing with her rear, skilled fingers outright massaging the bubbly cheeks, making her whimper and tremble against her partner, her beautiful, caring, loving partner, her lower lips drooling her thick honey down her thighs.

She must have looked needy, desperate, slutty, because Coco smiled at her before looking behind her. “Don’t just tease Bun-Bun, Jaune...pull out that plug and make her day! You can’t have her pussy, you told me you have seven sisters, one drop of that cum gets in her womb, Bun-Bun’s a goner~” her leader teased.

But Coco’s teasing words ignited a fire within her belly, her pussy twitching, her womb hungry for cum, fantasies of her with a belly swollen with life, her lying in bed with Jaune as he rubbed her belly, the life within gently kicking out-

Velvet was pulled from her fantasies with Jaune’s hand gently grabbing and tugging on the plug in her ass, making her squeak and bury her face into Coco’s tits, the exquisite softness pressing against her burning cheeks reminding her that Coco had forgone a bra as well.

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune pulled out the plug with a wet sounding pop, Jaune caught sight of the slightly gaping hole, and felt his aching cock throb harshly in his slacks. He had always known that Velvet was beautiful, hell, her partner was a woman of extreme beauty as well. He didn’t need anyone to tell him that...but he didn’t think it was actually possible for Velvet to think he was someone worth dating. So to have her (Coco, really…) flash her butt at him and then drag him over here (Coco again), really threw him for a bit of a loop...but if she truly wanted this, he wasn’t going to deny her, or himself.

Letting her rear go (not for long, it was like squeezing the warmest, softest pillows imaginable), Jaune looked for a place to set the butt plug (cute, a cottontail outside, with the actual plug looking like a carrot, perfect for this adorable bunny), only for Coco to snatch it out of her hand and tuck it away in a secret pocket, giving him a nod as she stroked Velvet’s hair.

Jaune groaned, his cock throbbed hard. SNAP! Three sets of eyes widened as his button snapped off, shooting over Velvet’s back and hitting the wall next to Coco, making the blonde groan in humiliation, before he worked his belt and loosened it, shoving his pants and boxers down, groaning again, this time in abject relief, as his cock was freed, landing between Velvet’s buttocks with a dull whap!

He grabbed her buttocks again, sinking his fingers into the flesh and spreading them enough that his cock slipped between the fat buns, making both moan, Velvet shuddering before him, arching her butt up against him. He rocked his hips back and forth a bit, sawing between the fat cheeks and getting a mewl from his...girlfriend? Girlfriend sounded nice. Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue. He loved it.

He took a deep breath. “I…” he winced as his voice shook, “Velvet, is this okay? I don’t want to take advantage of you…” he wanted this, Gods, did he want this, but he wasn’t going to take advantage of this sweet girl, either.

He saw her head move a bit between Coco’s breasts, the other girl smiling amusedly down at her partner as Velvet mumbled something. “Sorry, what was that, Velvet?” he asked. The mumble was slightly louder this time, making Coco giggle, but Jaune still couldn’t hear it. “Vel?”

~x~x~x~x~

Velvet couldn’t take it anymore! Popping her head out of Coco’s cleavage, she wiggled her ass as best she could. “Yeeeessssss~!” she whined out. “Fuck me! Make me yours! Use that bitchbreaker you call a cock and stir my guts up! Fill me with your thick, sticky cum! Fucking Breed My Ass!” she voice raised more and more, until she was almost shouting at the end.

Her cheeks glowed as Coco giggled. “You heard the sweet bunny, Jaune!” she chirped, making her realize she had just been such a loud, naughty, slutty little bunny, screaming out her desires like that. With a whine, she buried her face back in Coco’s chest, licking her lips as she felt the fat tip press between her cheeks. She quivered.

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune swallowed as he pressed his tip against the still slightly winking hole Velvet was offering. Taking a deep breath, he slowly began to ease his way in...but was unprepared for Velvet to shove her ass back, swallowing his cock to the base, her bubbly ass hitting his hips with a muted clap!

He heard a muffled wail, and was afraid for a moment that he had hurt Velvet, but seeing and feeling her shaking and trembling between him and Coco, muffled squeals escaping her lips as she shook and (his eyes widened a bit) squirted between them, an arc of clear fluid splattering on the wall between Coco’s thighs. He knew he needed to wait, he didn’t trust himself not to pop off and cum from the brutal tightness that wrapped around his shaft.

His breath hitched, his cock throbbing hard within her searing orifice, his fingers digging into her rear as his girlfriend rolled and twisted her hips, making his cock twist and turn, rubbing against the inside of her ass. “Fuck…” he gasped.

~x~x~x~x~

Coco knew her panties were ruined; seeing Velvet come undone from having a cock in her ass was simply so fucking hot and who wouldn’t be turned on from having the desperate bunny in their arms while the boy of said bunny’s dreams was balls deep in her ass? His hands groping and squeezing that fat bunny bottom? She was surprised that she herself hadn’t cum yet just from watching!

She saw Arc staring at down at Velvet in utter lust. Completely understandable, the bunny was beautiful, and having finally given in and become who she was truly meant to be? Fuck. If only Velvet had gotten her cues...but that was neither here nor there right now.

Velvet released a loud cry into her chest, making her realize that Arc had started moving.

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune couldn’t wait anymore! Slowly pulling back, he shivered as her ass clung to him, refusing to let him go as he rolled his own hips, thrusting back into Velvet’s lovely backside. His moves were slow and stilted in the beginning, not wanting to move too fast and make it too intense for either of them, but even with the slow movements, Velvet’s moans were getting louder and louder as he began to pick up his thrusting speed.

Taking a deep breath, he finally began to start smooth thrusts, a moderate roll of his hips that belied the power of his thrusts. He growled low as he squeezed and practically mauled the thick bubble of her ass in his hands, subconsciously wanting to leave his mark on the creamy flesh to let Velvet know that she was his now.

He knew that he wasn’t being too rough. He could hear her moans and whimpers of appreciation only getting louder. If she was allowed to continue, she might actually draw people towards them. “Well, well, well…” he spoke, his voice a low growl, his left hand loosening its hold on Velvet’s ass, rubbing the pliant flesh. “You needy little bunny...you know if you get any louder, you’re going to draw people to us. They’ll see us. Is that what you want? For them to see that you’re my little butt-slut bunny?” he growled. He didn’t know where these words were coming from, but he could see from Coco that it wasn’t a bad thing. Her eyes were dark, but not from anger, from lust. And the whine from Velvet, Brothers, that only made him harder.

Raising his hand, he brought it down on her ass with a loud crack, making Velvet clench around him with a loud cry, quivering like a bowstring. “Are you going to cum already, Velvet?” it wasn’t him who spoke, but Coco, her voice thick with lust and desire. “Is our little Butt-Slut Bunny going to cum her brains out from having her ass filled and being spanked?” her chest heaved as Velvet squealed between her breasts, “We can’t have that...you may want people watching you get claimed, but I don’t think Jaune or I wish to be seen in such a fashion...so let’s keep your mouth too busy to scream…”

~x~x~x~x~

Velvet shivered and moaned, quivered and cried out as her ass was fucked thoroughly by the boy she had fallen so hard for, completely missing Coco’s words...but she didn’t miss the hand settling on her head between her ears and moving her head down, down, down...her nose going wild as it picked up the thick sweet scent of what she knew was Coco’s arousal as she slid down her belly. The angle would have been awkward, perhaps even painful for someone that wasn’t as flexible as her.

Her eyes fluttered open as she felt the smooth fabric of the sundress rise up under her cheek until it rested on Coco’s flat, toned belly. Glancing down, she whimpered, seeing Coco’s bare, drooling pussy just underneath her chin. Her mouth watered and she licked her lips, only for Coco’s hand to be more insistent and push her down further. “Let’s keep that mouth of yours occupied, Bun-Bun.”

Any potential argument Velvet might have had was stopped as her head was moved down further, and her face was pressed against wet flesh. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she began to mindlessly lap away at the soft, fragrant flesh, eating out her beloved partner as she was dominated and fucked hard in her ass.

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune watched, wide eyed as Velvet buried her face into Coco’s pussy and began to ravenously eat her out, slurping and smacking noises filling the small alcove, only just softer than the cries that she had been releasing.

He locked eyes with Coco who was now rubbing her breasts over her sundress, pinching her swollen nipples as he fucked Velvet’s ass faster now. Her chocolate eyes were smoldering with lust. “Mmm, what do you think, stud?” she purred, “Do you think Velvet can handle us? I think she loves being our little pet in bed…” her breath hitched and she arched a bit as Velvet became more insistent in her actions. “Fuck, this tongue is sinful...w-what do you say? Think we can share her? I think our needy, slutty little bunny just wants both our love!”

Jaune thought about it as he thrust into Velvet’s clinging rear, spanking her ass, loving the nice rosy shade the pale flesh had taken from his strikes. He heard Coco continue, maybe thinking that he needed more convincing. He let her, even though if Velvet wanted this, he was perfectly on board as long as she spent equal amounts of time with the two of them.

“And don’t worry, you won’t be just fucking Velvet, stud...I saw that cock, I want to take it for a ride too! How’d you like that? Both of us brown themed beauties on our hands and knees before you, wiggling our asses, making you pick-”

Jaune couldn’t take it anymore. “Sold!” he growled, beginning to fuck Velvet’s ass with even more force, loud claps filling the small area, the bunny’s bubbly ass rippling and jiggling as his hips crashed hard against them as his balls churned in need.

Coco cried out in shocked as Velvet wailed into her pussy, clenching down brutally around his cock as she squirted again, adding to the small puddle of slick on the ground.

Jaune growled as he plunged to the base, balls hitting Velvet’s soaked pussy and snapping taut against him as they unloaded every drop of thick seed they had, depositing it into Velvet’s rear end. He spanked and slapped her rear as he did so, loving how every swat to her rear made her clench and bear down more around him.

~x~x~x~x~

The three enjoyed their orgasms around each other, Coco squirting and coating Velvet’s face, Velvet herself trembling and shaking and whining between them, and Jaune pumping what felt like every drop of nonessential bodily fluid into the greedy backside is cock was buried in.

Finally, Jaune and Coco came back to themselves, and took deep breaths to steady themselves. Slowly, Jaune slipped out of Velvet’s rear end, his now semisoft cock slick with his cum, and he thoughtlessly reached out and took the plug that Coco handed him, admiring the gaping hole filled full with his cum before pressing the plug into her, making sure that it was secure and none of her cream filling could leak out.

Carefully grabbing the near unconscious, giggling bunny, Jaune helped her upright, only to gasp as Coco sank to her knees and throated his cock, sucking and slurping off all of the cum and Velvet’s taste off of his cock, then tucking him into his pants and making sure they were settled as good as they could be on his body.

“Now, stud, we are going to a hotel, and you are going to fuck both of us. I’m sure you can do that, right?” Coco smirked when Jaune scooped Velvet into his arms and tucked her against his chest, the absolutely glowing bunny smiling and rubbing her pudgy belly full of cum. “Velvet got me off, but I need more than one orgasm to be satisfied...and I can tell you do as well. Ready to go, stud?”

Jaune couldn’t nod fast enough, making Coco laugh.

The trio left the alcove, leaving behind no evidence of their being there beyond a large clear puddle near the wall as they made their way back into Vale proper.

#Jaune Arc #Velvet Scarlatina #Coco Adel #Starts Off Jaune/Velvet #Turns into Jaune/Velvet/Coco #Fucking HELL this got away from me

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smutty-ki113r · 3 years

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🎠Laughing Jack🎠|| Carousel

Fluff one-shot x gn!reader— only warning is angst (2.6k)

Inspired by: Melanie Martinez

After months of endless nagging you finally convinced Laughing Jack to let you visit his amusement park. He had claimed it was too scary and you would get creeped out but you weren’t one to take no for an answer.

Giving you a piece of candy so the trans-dementional trip wouldn’t be too hard on you. Tasting the sour lemon taffy he gave you and making a tense face as the flavor pulled at your taste buds and stuck to your teeth.

Your head getting dizzy as your surroundings warped and his room became red and white vertical stripes. Blinking a couple times as he leaned into your face, “are you alright?”

“I’m fine!” You told him, almost falling back at how close he was. As soon as your perception adjusted you looked for the exit to the tent you were inside. “Onward!” You said excited, marching comedically to the entrance flap.

“This isn’t exactly the safest place”, he called from behind, catching up with ease because his legs were so long. “You need to stay close to me at all times” you smiled at him, it’s not like you were complaining, “got that?”

Giving him a keen nod you stepped out of the grand tent. Squinting at the sky, which was tainted a dusty gray, swirly clouds amber of scattered around in the background. The carnival was beautifully revolting, with littered attractions as far as the eye could see.

The place looked somewhat abandoned, if you get past the faint cries of children, from their souls stored in toys. Rides that once colored a vibrant red had paint chipped, specks of dull metal flaked over the bars.

Game stands broken down and leaning unsteadily, disturbing toys with eyes and limbs missing hanging from the top. It looked like it might fall down at any minute, but you couldn’t help but notice the newer looking boxes of supplies lying around next to the stands.

Fairy lights hung from the tilted signs, decorating the food court. A fresh trail had been made between the rides.

It warmed your heart that he had made subtle efforts to fix the place up, he certainly didn’t think you would notice.

Looking back at his nervous smile, Jack was terrified you would hate the place. You thought all but the opposite, giving him a big grin. Your expression relaxed him, assuring him that you wouldn’t think he was a freak and leave. His whole demeanor shifting, making him more comfortable and even enthusiastic.

Straightening out and giving you jazz hands, “what are you waiting for?” putting one hand on his hip to motion you to the park with the other “lets go have fun!”

Following behind you with a giggle as you approached the carnival games. The ring toss looking somewhat appealing in between the other activities, so you told him you wanted to play.

“Basically you get 5 rings, if you get at least 3 in the pins you win a prize” he explained.

“Alright alright lemme try” you waved him off, snatching the rings and giving one a toss. It missed, you brushed it off. The second one made it in and Jack gave a little cheer, it still wasn’t enough.

Hyperfocusing on the pin in the middle make a soft throw upward, the edge hitting the top of the pin and falling to the side. You gave a groan, calculating your last two throws.

Your forth throw made the pin to the side, and you only had one more try left. Aiming for another pin at the side to release, the ring clanging against it and falling to the floor.

You went to look at Jack with a frown but he wore a happy expression, “you won!” He exclaimed. Confused you turned back, finding the ring you had just tossed around the last pin. You were completely certain you had missed it, racking your mind for an explanation as jack handed you a small purple bunny that was missing an arm.

Realizing that Jack had manipulating the game so you could win, throwing him a knowing glance. He just happened to be looking away, whistling guiltily.

Squeezing the bunny you moved onto the next game, it was ballon dart toss. The stand had pale red and black balloons scattered across a board. Excitement was written all over his face, you cocked an eyebrow in question.

“It’s a two person game!” He said, “whoever pops more balloons wins!”

He handed you four darts and kept four for himself, “you can go first” he motioned with a grin. Pacing the dart in two fingers a couple times before throwing at a balloon. Giving a groan when you missed and waiting for him to go.

Being as skilled as he was he managed to land one in a bullseye. “Oh it’s on” you dared, getting one point yourself. LJ got the second one too, staring at you intensely as you evened out the score.

Giving him a small smile as the dart broke the surface of the balloon with a sharp noise “pop goes the weasel right?” You laughed, referring to his famous song.

He looked at you almost in shock, taken aback by your joke. Shaking himself into reality he broke out in a light blush, a part of him touched, as if you were accepting him for who he was.

Too distracted by your eyes on him to play the game with concentration. Missing the third one with a growl he waited for you to take your turn, which you lost. It was the last point and Jack was a shoe in, so obviously he took the victory.

You were happy for him, passing along a “good job!” as he retrieved the big brown teddy bear that was half his size, and all of yours. It was missing an eye, thin stands of makeshift fur pulled out and a silky red bow around it’s neck.

“Here” he said, dangling it in front of you.

“For me?” You asked, “but you won”, trying to look up at him but the bear blocked most of your view, only letting you see above his nose.

“Just take it” he practically pushed it into you, making you blow out an oof.

Holding it to the side at the torso with one hand you broke out in a grin “thank you for the plushie” you said, hugging him from the side and squeezing his torso “but I want you to be my teddy” you laughed. He looked incredibly flustered, frozen as you broke away.

“You’re big and tall” you tippy toed up to give his shoulder pad feathers a ruffle “and fluffy”

The man looked like he was about to faint so you decided to knock it off, laughing and telling him you wanted to go on the carousel next. Quickly, LJ happily led you too it, skipping in front of you (mostly to hide his blush).

Standing at the controls to cue a round, watching you walk around to find a pretty horse. Given, all of them had dark spots and chipped paint, but they worked all the same. Leaving the bear on another horse and climbing onto a white one that had a yellow saddle, intricate lacy designs patterned on the sides. Royal blue reigns across it’s chest and a lion on a crest.

It was beautiful, and you traced your fingers on the drawing. It must have been stunning, but the weathering of time and agony had gotten to it. A painful reminder of what was, a mere reflection of the chipping away of a joyful being.

Prying away from your thoughts as you felt the vibrations of Jack stepping onto the walkway- with one of his big smiles. Even after everything, he still wore a smile. It made you want to tear up, he really needed all the love he could get.

He was too tall to get on a horse, so he just stood by you. His big hand gracing the golden pole and holding on, watching as you peeked up at him. Even though his eyes were constantly bright he displayed something…deeper. It was a sort of shine, a sparkle if you will, luminosity glazed over in such a way that one can only get lost in its vastness.

The looped music in the background was secondary as you rose up and down with the horse, giving Jack a little smile and thanking him for bringing you here. “I’m having a lot of fun with you” you noted.

“Well of course you are! It’s a carnival” he said with joy.

“No I mean with you” you clarified “you’re pretty great Jack”. This time he didn’t avoid your gaze, his mouth open slightly, not knowing how to react to the sincerity of the compliment.

The ride slowly came to a stop, and you were feeling slightly tingly. Maybe it was the air, or the loss of focus. “How about a roller coaster?” You dared, to which he gave a tense face.

“Those are pretty broken, you’ll probably die riding one and that’s not what we want” he said, stepping off the carousel. “How about some cotton candy instead?”

You nodded your head vigorously, following him in the pursuit for the fairy floss, the bear falling behind forgotten. Passing by more unused rides that had long past rusted and a house of mirrors to get to the food court.

Jack humming happily as he dipped a paper cone into the bowl of revolving fibers of sugar. Whipping up a swirly pink and blue cotton candy and handing it to you with a proud smile.

He went to make another treat until you spoke, “I’m not that hungry so we can share” you proposed. “If you want”

“Are you sure?” He asked, concerned that you didn’t have much appetite. “Do you want some candy or maybe a funnel cake?”

You shook him off, taking a bite out of the cloud-like dessert. It was absolutely delicious, honeyed and saccharine on your tongue in a blend of flavor you had never tasted had before.

Soft as it disintegrated onto your mouth, leaving behind a remanence of something too sweet. Bringing it up to Jack, who was so tall you had to extend your arm fully to get it to his mouth.

He simply laughed at your struggle, taking a bite before giving you a thin smile and taking it from your hand. Sitting down at a bench so that you could both share comfortably.

By the time the candy had finished you noticed little bits of the silky texture stuck on his nose. Painfully stifling a laugh you turned away.

“What’s so funny?” He asked with a genuine smile.

When you didn’t answer his tone changed, “what’s so funny huh?” he sounded a bit angered.

Hiccuping through your laughter you faced him, leaning in real close to his face, enough so that you could feel the heat emanating from it; taking a bite of the pink woven candy on his nose and holding it in your teeth.

His face went red at the sight, embarrassed that he had cotton candy on his nose. Well, that and for a moment he thought you were going to kiss him.

Noticing your hands were all sticky you asked him if there was a sink somewhere. After both of you washed your hands you sat back down at the bench.

The sky was going dark, the poofs of dusty cloud fading in with the night but still managing to remain visible. You heard a whirr as Jack turned on all the rides at the carnival, lighting the whole thing up.

You sat in awe, a mere spectator in the empty yet live amusement park. Admiring the music that added to the ambiance, watching Jack approach you.

“Wanna take a walk?” He asked, but there was something…off. LJ seemed nervous as you got up and walked next to him.

He had been thinking about it for a while now, probably even before he brought you to the carnival. Even though he had washed the gooey candy from his hands they were still sticky, but it was from sweat. Giving you side glances as you paced the trail with him.

Debating to himself whether or not he should do it, if you would hate him for it. Telling himself that he would regret it if he didn’t, but thinking about the potential negative reactions you could give.

Passing the carousel once again as you noticed the usually loud and happy clown was silent, lost in thought as he stared into the distance, his lips forming a tensing line.

Wondering if he was ok, but brining up the topic might make him uneasy. Perhaps you being there at his haunted amusement park was ticking him off, or if you taking that cotton floss off his nose was too much, or if you were pushing your luck, or worse what if you triggered hi-

All thoughts faded from your mind the moment you felt a slow, shaky hand grasp onto yours. You had to look to where he held you because he was so gentile you thought it was the wind. Holding onto you softly enough that it felt like a feather, somehow still creating a little pocket of warmth between you.

A glowing thump of heat pulsing inside your chest, happiness digging into your cells and giving you the confidence to squeeze his hand.

He let out a sharp inhale at the feel, still avoiding your gaze as he relaxed into your touch. Not daring to move his hand too much or he might risk ruining the moment, afraid of hurting you with his claws.

Approaching the Ferris wheel he finally spoke, “this is probably the one ride that won’t break”, not a peep about holding you. “Do you want to go on?”

You finally caught his gaze, absolutely melting at the smile in his eyes. Responding with a ‘yes’ and letting him open the door for you. Sustaining his grip with you as he helped you on, not letting go even after you sat.

The cart wasn’t exactly small, but with a guy the size of Jack it was pretty compacted. It’s not like you minded, the lack of space gave you an excuse to bunch up alongside him. The feathers from his pads tickling your face as you rested on him.

Watching the view as the cart took you higher and higher, it was perfect. The evening set in the rich obscurity of the night, lights of the festival blinking as if they had a life of their own. The bulbs on the stands making z’s as they illuminated the red and white drapes of the far off tents.

Jack held your hand with such care and caress, you gave him a reassuring press to let him know it was ok. He was so enveloped with the passionate act that he squeezed as well. Letting you feel all the dips and curves of his hand. Clutching onto you, as if you might disappear too.

Facing him to cup his cheek with your free hand, caressing him and tucking a stand of hair behind his ear. Trailing your thumb across his skin and feeling him lean into your touch, swearing that between the lines on the pad of your finger there was a tear that you had wiped away.

Getting lost in the breaths you shared as you inched closer to his lips, giving him a second of warmth longer to prove that you weren’t going anywhere.

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Chapter 11: A Squeeze

Warnings: mentions of violence and anxiety, people getting shot, reader gets tense, Mando is extremely touch starved, and softness.

Author’s Note: Chapter 11! This one is one of my personal favs, so I hope you enjoy!

Gif by bestintheparsec

As you traveled with the crew near the outskirts of town, you couldn’t stop thinking about what the child had done the night before.

Your entire life, death has plagued you. Everywhere you went you carried the guilt of death and knowing that there was nothing you could do to stop it. You had heard legends of a Sith named Darth Plagueis who had the power to stop death, but he was deep in the dark side.

You were never going to go down that road.

All you knew was this little kid was powerful. More powerful than you realized, and definitely more powerful than Mando realized. He had been so concerned about keeping this child safe for so long, when in reality, the kid had the ability to keep Mando safe the whole time.

But at the end of the day, the Empire was still around. They would figure out the child’s powers eventually if they kept coming after him, and you were not going to let what happened to you happen to him.

You had been in deep thought for so long, you barely noticed Mando giving a little tap on your elbow. You were a little startled, but relaxed at Mando’s voice.

“You ok?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah… I’m ok,” you respond. “I just… never knew that was possible,” you say, referring back to the child.

You looked down at his sleeping form in the pram next to you, and you smiled at his vulnerable state. What could such a little brain like that dream about?

Mando went quiet after you responded to his concern, and you knew it was because there really isn’t a good way to respond. He obviously didn’t know the kid’s potential either, and he was probably in even more shock than you were.

“Thank you, for checking in on me,” you say, finally turning around to meet his gaze. You had been riding on the same blurrg for a while, but you were trapped in your own head. His closeness to you was starting to make a blush crawl up your neck.

He nodded in an understanding way, and you headed on.

~~*~~

After some time, you noticed that Karga and his two bounty hunters were talking in whispers as they walked in front of you, and that obviously rubbed Cara the wrong way.

“You guys think they’re having second thoughts?” she asked in a teasing tone, and you returned a breathy laugh.

You tried to hide your smile, but that had been the first time she acknowledged you in days, and she was even joking with you? You didn’t want to get her hopes up, but maybe Cara was having second thoughts as well.

“Could be,” Mando replied. “I need you two to help me keep an eye on them.”

You and Cara nodded your heads, and scanned the hunters’ bodies with your eyes for a few minutes. The three of you had switched to being on foot while Kuiil took the only remaining blurrg.

All of a sudden, a bluff overlooking the town appeared, and Karga was gazing down at the city below.

“I guess this is it,” he said, but he was still facing the view.

The other two bounty hunters had stated to make their way behind you, and the alarms in your head were blaring.

You heard every step, every ruffle, and every breath they made. And it was driving you crazy.

They were at your backs, but you had your longspear in hand. You had better skills than these two by a long shot.

Suddenly, Karga spins around, and fires at the two bounty hunters who instantly hit the ground.

You drew your own weapon, while Mando and Cara approached Karga from either side with their weapons drawn as well.

You knew it. This man was not to be trusted. He could have shot the kid!

“There’s something you should know,” Karga says, and you try not to roll your eyes.

“Please. Enlighten us,” you say sarcastically, but you have venom in your voice. Karga can feel it, so he immediately transitions into his explanation.

“The plan was to kill you and take the kid,” Karga says, and your blood boils.

“But after what happened last night… I couldn’t go through with it. Go on, you can gun me down here and now, and it wouldn’t violate the code. But if you do, this child will never be safe.”

Your weapon was still at the ready, and Cara and Mando didn’t seem convinced either.

“We will take our chances,” Cara says.

“Perhaps you should let him speak,” Kuiil says, and you glance over your shoulder to look at him. This poor man had been though a lot, yet his voice exuded such gentleness. It reminded you of Mando’s voice when he talked to you.

“We both need the client eliminated,” Karga said, “let me take the child to him, and then you three…”

“No,” Mando interupts. He lowers his blaster, and glances at you to lower your weapon.

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, and Cara seems to have the same reaction.

“What are you doing,” she asks, and you are wondering the same thing.

“As long as the Imp lives, he will send hunters after the Child,” Mando says, and you are starting to understand what he’s getting at.

“Bring me. Tell him you captured me. Get me close, and I’ll kill him,” Mando says to Karga, and you hate the gleam of excitement that flashed in Karga’s eyes.

“That’s a good idea,” Karga responded. “Give me your blaster.”

“This is insane,” Cara said, turning to look at you. You see Mando giving his blaster to Karga, and you honestly don’t even know what to think.

Karga just openly admitted to betraying you and trying to kill Mando, so there was no way you would trust him in the slightest. But at the same time, what other choice did you have? The child had to be safe, and Mando was right. The hunters won’t ever stop.

You give Cara a look of pity, but you lower your longspear. Your shoulders slightly relax, and you feel your grip loosening.

“What else can we do?” you ask her, and she looked away in disgust.

“Well, I’m coming with you,” Cara said. “I’ll tell them I caught you.”

“Then she can bring the child,” Karga said, and Cara started to relax a little.

“No,” Mando said firmly. “The kid goes with y/n back to the ship.”

You and Mando were normally on the same page, but you had to admit, that didn’t really make any sense.

“But without the child none of this works,” Karga said, and you hated that you agreed with him.

“I have a plan,” he says to the two of them, and then he strides over to you.

“I need you to ride to the ship with Kuiil and the kid and seal yourselves in. Engage ground security protocols. Nothing on this planet will breach those doors,” Mando says to you as he guides the Child in his pram over to your arms.

You look into Mando’s visor, trying to find his eyes, but an evil, anxious part of you starts to awaken.

This could be the last time you stare into that helmet.

If this goes wrong, Mando and Cara would be almost laughably outnumbered by the Imps.

You continue to search for his eyes, and you sigh quietly. You have to keep yourself together for him.

Mando breaks the eye contact to rub the child’s ears, and you long for him to look back at you. The trance you guys enter when you look at each other is so cheesy, but it feels real. You wanted to stare at him forever.

“Be careful,” you murmur, only loud enough for him to hear.

He looks back at you and nods, but you notice he is squeezing his fists at his sides again.

He keeps trying to stop himself from something, and you are too impatient to figure out what it is, so you take his hands in yours and give them a gentle squeeze.

He looked down at your hands in his. You didn’t know it, but Mando was soaking in the fact that you were showing him more kindness in your touch than he had experienced in decades. Mando struggled, he managed to meet your eyes again.

“You too,” he says, rubbing your knuckles, and you smile at him.

He lets go of your hands gently, and you pray to whatever God was out there that he would not leave them permanently empty.

~~*~~

After Mando gave you your assignment, you and Kuiil immediately got a move on back to the Razor Crest with the child in your arms.

You hold the child close to your chest as Kuiil drives the blurrg behind you, and you give the child a little squeeze. Your nerves are starting to get the better of you.

Before, you could have worked with a crew like this and never felt a thing. They were going in outnumbered, so what? You were in the safe position and you had the prize in your arms? What did you care?

But now, your very hope at being happy again was walking into an imperial guarded death trap, pretending to be taken prisoner.

You hated this plan. Mando and Cara were smart, so you decided not to question their decision, but that didn’t mean you didn’t still have your doubts.

The only thing keeping you sane was the cooling air hitting your face as you rode, and the little gurgles from the child in your arms.

This is all you could control at this moment. You could control his safety, and you were not going to fail.

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snailsgoingdowntown · 3 years

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Smoke that Clears | Kazuha

Halloween Bash collab for @saekogun

Pumpkin Patch date (kinda… not really…) + Werewolf Howls

Kazuha x Werewolf! Gn! Reader.

Angst + fluff.

Warnings: blood, death, murder, implied sexual favors, death threats, attempted pickpocketing, mentioned deadly illness, implied abuse of power, implied threats and blackmail, guns, violence, discrimination. If I missed any, please tell me.

Disclaimer: I do NOT condone the harmful and toxic behaviors that take place in this piece of fiction.

Word count: 6718k

Because of the implied sexual content, minors and ageless blogs dni. If you do, you're assholes who need to respect people's boundaries. Grow up.

KINDA edited. Kinda.

i. First meeting was like an Autumn breeze

You don’t belong with the humans. You don’t belong in their society, shouldn’t walk among them. It’s risky, it’s dangerous because they despise and fear your kind. Werewolves were… known for how aggressive they can be, known for their sharp teeth, known for their claws that can slash through their delicate necks. Werewolves were known for killing humans, and that’s the view everyone shares.

As much as humans fear your kind, you fear them. Just like your kind, they’re selfish. Unpredictable. Violent. They are everything they hate, and that’s the same with your kind. Every living being that has a mind of its own, is that way. But they refuse to accept it, because well, that’s just how everyone is, apparently. It’s a fact you accepted because you had no other choice but to do so.

Which is why as you walk through this human village, hood over your head and tail tucked in so uncomfortably, your mind is all over the place. Sweat builds up on your temples, and your hands are calmy in your pockets. You didn’t really want to travel through here, but it’s the only place that sells the medicine you need.

But it’s also the place where the most renewed monster hunters live.

Witch hunters too, constantly on the lookout for any monsters, and kill them on the spot. Be it for sport or money, it doesn’t matter. What matters is if they get the job done. Sweat and tears, blood tainting the tip of their weapons and hands, unable to turn back. For some hunters, killing anything is hard, leaving them scarred the moment they pull the trigger or plunge the knife in – to them, killing a monster is the same as killing a human. A life is a life to them, but it must be done.

And then there are those who don’t feel anything, not pride nor guilt – it’s simply a job they’re carrying out. There are no hard feelings when they kill monsters, just doing what they need to earn some mora. And you understand that, really, but it still scares you more than those who do feel guilt. Their eyes are always dull, always jaded and whenever they kill, or attempt to, they always say something along the lines of, “No hard feelings. I’m just doing my job. May the archons above take you in.”

The ones who scare you the most, who scares even the humans, are those who kill with glee. There’s a fine line between enjoying the job because it keeps others safe and enjoying it because you’re able to kill legally. The way they laugh in your face, the way they mock you as you lay on the ground in pain, the way they take their sweet damn time – they live to see others suffer. And that’s when other humans start to feel some pity for your kind.

Yet they still say you deserved it.

“Excuse me, I think you dropped this.”

A soft, smooth voice drags you out of your thoughts, startling you. You look over your shoulder to see a young man holding your coin pouch out to you, bandaged hand gripping it lightly. His white hair sways in the wind, his red eyes and smile far too kind to match the sword at his hip, and the crest on his shirt.

Your body fills up with fear once you realize he’s a monster hunter.

“Ah, thank you…,” you take it, being mindful of his hand – it’s probably injured, and you don’t want to make it hurt. You don’t want to touch his hand either, scared he placed some spell on those bandages. Something to reveal your true form and such, ready to strike you down at any given moment.

“You’re welcome… but please do be careful. Not everyone is as kind, and not everyone will expect nothing in return.”

His words confuse you, but he leaves without a word, your gaze on his back as he walks ahead of you. Tilting your head to the side, you ask, “What do you mean? Surely no-one would ask a lowly traveler such as myself for anything. People like me never has anything of great value on their person.”

He doesn’t answer, leaving you confused and slightly worried. His cloak is the only thing that burns in your mind, being an official monster hunter one. Aside from that, he looked like an ordinary man, but even ordinary can be unusual, at times. And this is one of those times, your heart beating so fast that you’re sure it’ll burst through your chest.

You don’t see him for a while, after that, tired and worn out as you were chased out place after place, the villagers unwelcoming to outsiders. It was only normal, you guess, since the forest surrounding it is full of monsters who attempt to hunt the village at night, painting the streets red. There will always be those who fly too close to the sun, burning before they even reach it. The monsters who are idiotic enough to come to this village to hunt meet an untimely death.

ii. You were gone before I even had a chance.

You saw that mysterious man again, the second time you came to the village. You had enough mora now, enough to buy it without being chased out like last time. The streets were filled with playing children and workers who got their day’s pay. Chanting of nursery rhymes reach your ears as you pass by a group of children, ears, and tail twitching when one of their hands attempt to reach into your back pocket.

You grabbed their arm before they even had a chance, body turning around to face theirs. “Didn’t your parents teach you that pickpocketing is bad? Or did they not raise you at all, instead letting you run wild?” he doesn’t answer at first, instead choosing to glare at you. It doesn’t even faze you, finding it annoying and nothing else. Children of any species were the bane of your existence.

“What’s it to you, you oldie? I don’t need your stupid money anyway – you probably barely have any anyway.” You let him pull his arm out of your grasp, rolling your eyes as he sticks his tongue out at you. He runs away after that, his friends doing the same as you they mock you. “Damn kids,” you mumbled under your breath.

“Not too fond of children, are we?”

“Ah… it’s you.”

The white-haired man catches your attention, your head turning to the direction of his voice. You don’t bother to turn your entire body this time, simply looking over your shoulder until he’s right behind you.

“I did warn you to be careful, did I not? Even children can be ruthless if they wish to be.” He smiles so innocently you almost forget he’s a monster hunter. Someone who can easily kill you and might not even feel any guilt while doing so. You sigh in response.

“I tend to forget that even… ‘innocent’… children can be like that. It was a surprise though. I didn’t expect them to do it in brad daylight.”

The man laughs, bringing his hand up to his mouth. “Well, they tend to think all will be forgiven if caught, considering they are children. But being a child doesn’t matter to some, and clearly, you’re one of them. Hopefully they’ll stop their tricks for now, at least.”

“Yes, that would be for the best. I’d hate to see them be in harm’s way all because of loose mora.”

The more you talk, the more your mind eases, slowly forgetting that this man could kill you in no time at all. The crest on his shirt and the cloak that sways in the wind aren’t as noticeable. He was easy to talk to, easy to get along with, calm as the sea and free as the wind. The fear goes away along with your worries, and it will always do that whenever he shows up from now on.

“So, if I may be so bold to ask, what brings you back into this village? It’s not exactly stranger friendly, for… understandable reasons.”

With that simple question, your purpose becomes clear again.

“Ah… I’m here to buy some medicine for my sister. She’s been extremely ill for some time now, and this is the only place where they sell the medicine. I would have made it on my own, if possible, but the ingredients are rare, and the process is time consuming. I heard that they have the medicine already made here, but the price is… high. I was chased out last time while looking for it since I’m an outsider, and the mora I had at the time wasn’t enough… but I should have enough, now.”

Your hands ball up at your sides, and you can feel yourself slipping loose. You take in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself – otherwise, your blood might end up painting the streets red. And you don’t plan on dying, today. His eyes stay on your form, and you suddenly remember what he is and what he’s probably capable of. Red meets (e/c) before you look away.

How can such an innocent gaze make your skin crawl with fear?

“I see… the medicine here is already made, yes, but… you’ll be cheated out of your money. As a matter of fact, he probably won’t even give it to you, unless you… do a physical favor for him.”

“’Physical favor’? …Oh.”

Your mouth slacks open at the implication. His eyes are honest, and if you look closely enough, there’s a hidden disgust in them as well. Your gaze lands on the ground, road filled with cracks and your shoes muddy. People are not fair. They are selfish. But so are you.

“I… I see. I can’t say I will do a… physical favor for him. I respect myself too much for that, but I need the medicine for my sister. Maybe I can convince him in another way? Surely, I can make even more mora and then –,”

“Not even the villagers want to go to his shop. It’s not the only one here, but it is the only one with quality. They only visit him if it’s urgent, and well… wives often have to throw away their loyalty just to get what they need, their husbands looking the other way. It’s never talked about between them once the deed is done, and they try to avoid the eyes of everyone else.”

“So, in other words, I came here for nothing?”

You sound dejected, and your ears twitch when you hear his footsteps get even closer. You really do need that medicine, it’s probably the only thing that will help your sister. The only things that give you any type of hope, your heart beating with guilt. You think your heart stops when he’s right in front of you.

If you could describe his scent, it’s like autumn.

“Hm… may I see how much mora you have? I promise I won’t run off with it.” you eye him at first but ended up reaching into your pocket where your pouch of mora is. Hesitantly, you hand it over, prepared to chase after him if he does make a run for it. But he doesn’t, simply weighing the bag in his hand, thinking. “May you as so kind to come with me to an area that’s away from the prying eyes of everyone? Your bag does feel heavy, and I wouldn’t want to count your mora in the streets, with everyone here.”

You agree by nodding your head, following after him, your boots kicking up dirt and dust. Strange looks are thrown your way, mostly towards you. Anyone in the white-haired man’s way automatically makes way for him. Huh, you think, probably because he’s a monster hunter.

Unlike the last time you were here, no-one attempted to pickpocket you, no-one glared at you, and no-one tried to chase you out of this village. It was a nice pace of change, but you still felt out of place. No matter how you looked at it, you were dressed differently than them, talked differently, act differently. Even with the help from this kind stranger, you were still an outsider.

An outsider in a human’s village, and if you aren’t careful enough, could be killed in the bat of an eye. Which is what scares you, really, the fact that this man holds your life in his hands. Part of you believes that he’s too dense to realize what you are, but the other part knows. You know that he knows, from how his eyes observe your form so closely despite seeming out of touch. As a matter of fact, he was too in touch.

And you had let your guard down around him. It might have spelt your doom, and he might be luring you to an isolated area to kill in, in the false promises of helping a stranger. Your body shivers at the thought but you follow regardless. You think you can hear your blood rush and fear he can too. You’re zoned out in your worries, not noticing that he had stopped walking, your nose bumping into his back. You snap out of your daze then and shake your head to drive away your thoughts.

Just how stupid were you, to accept help from a dangerous stranger?

“And here we are - it’s a little isolated area. Only children come around here to play hide-and-seek… and couples who… want privacy.” Nodding your head, you look around the place – it was closed off from the rest of the village, bushes making it hard to spot. In the middle of the patch of land was a large tree, a swing set hanging from one of the lower branches. And of course, like some cheesy romance book, was a wooden table with wooden benches on either side.

He takes a seat on one side and you on the other. “If I may ask, just how did you come across this place?” curiosity gets the better of you as the sun shines above. He spills the mora from the pouch onto the table, whistling when he sees how many coins were in there. He was clearly impressed.

“Well, a stray wonderer knows what to look for. In other to find hidden spots, one must have an open mind.” He counts the mora, putting them in a pile as he goes along. Sweat drips down your temple for two reasons – one, scared he’s toying with you, wanting to take his sweet time before he kills you, laughing in glee. And the other reasons being not having enough mora. That maybe the price was raised.

By the time he finished counting, your knuckles were white from gapping the edges of the bench too tight. “Hm… it seems you do have enough, surprisingly. May I ask how you got this much?” he tilts his head to the side, and you feel bile raising in your throat. You didn’t earn that mora in an honest way. But you did make sure no-one was hurt during the process either.

“I worked more hours than I should have, is all. If there’s a need, there’s a way, right?” nervously laughing, you don’t like the way his eyes zone in on you. They’re deep, too deep, and you’re sure he’ll drown you in them. His eyes remind you of the color of blood – so bright and glossy. It makes your blood run cold.

“I suppose so. Well, come with me again, please. Wait outside the shop for me though, okay?” he gathers the mora and puts it back in the pouch and gets up without another word. You follow wordlessly, ears down and tail trying to move between your legs in fear. But your fate has been sealed the moment you accepted his help. It’s been sealed the moment you stepped foot into this village. If you end up dead, it’s no-one fault but yours.

“Wait outside? How come?”

“Well… let’s just say that he won’t attempt to scam me for reasons…”

It scares you, how he says that with a gentle tone. You’re sure that he’s smiling, laughing in his head even. “I see… is it because he fears or respects you, kind sir?”

“Hm… probably both, if I’m being honest.”

You were at the shop before you knew it, nursery rhymes filling the air once again. He looks over his shoulder to smile at you and waves his hand. The bell rings when he opens the door, and he goes in without a word. Your hands fidget together, eyes staring at the ground. People pass by without sparing you a glance, and it’s not long before the stranger comes out of the shop. He calls out for you, causing you to look up.

“Is this the one?” in his hand was a bottle filled with a green liquid – exactly the one you need.

“Y-yes!”

You don’t attempt to grab it out of his hand, worried there’s another price to pay. But all he does is smile, and hands it over along with your pouch of mora – which is still full to the brim. Like he didn’t even spend one. You blink owlishly when he places the items in your bag, and you’re left looking at them. Why didn’t he use the mora? Is there something he wants?

“I think it’s best you give back the mora that you stole. That’s the only payment I want… and don’t worry, you don’t owe me a coin.”

By the time you look up, he was gone. Just like the wind.

iii. And yet you come back, in the form of a dream

You left the mora in front of the houses of the people you stole from. You watched from the shadows as they opened the door, gasping when they saw the stolen money, along with a letter that said:

Sorry for stealing. I needed it for my sister.

You’re not sure how many weeks or months passed by since you last stepped foot into that village. You don’t live in a village in your own, instead living with your parents and little sister in a rundown farm. The pigs sell for decent money and it’s barely enough to live off of. You never told your parents about the monster hunter and how you accepted his help. They would have lost their minds if you said that.

But that wasn’t the last you saw of him. Or rather, he showed up in your dreams, both as a blessing and as a nightmare. He would smile at you, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. He would laugh as he cuts you down, calling you naïve for trusting him. He would kindly hold your hand as he helps you up. He would stab your chest with his sword.

It scares you.

You often wake up late at night, drenched in sweat as your body is on high alert. Ears and Tail pointed, you would walk around the house, trying not wake even the mice that live in the walls. Sometimes your cheeks would heat up, other times you were on the verge of screaming. Your dreams haunt you even during the day, the smell of leaves reminding you of that white-haired stranger.

It’s both a comfort and a curse. Of course, your parents know nothing of this, brushing it off as you having silly little nightmares. Which is true, yes, but you swear you can still feel the warmth of his hands on your cheeks as he kisses your eyelids. It’s a tiny crush that will go away with time.

And as you sweep the yard, you quietly wonder why you started to have these dreams. Maybe it’s because he was attractive. Maybe it was because he was so kind despite seeing through your ruse. Maybe it was because he helped you, giving you an idolized version of him. Whatever it was, it will go away.

The ghost of him that remains in your dreams is what keeps you up late at night, your little sister coloring as you read aloud to her. Your parents are gone for the night, paying a visit to a friend who lives further away. You can only hope they’ll be safe on the way back, the trip three days long at best. Your tail sways gently when you read the love poem.

“Hm… sister, I have a question.”

“? What is it?”

She gets up from the ground, stretching her arms wide apart. The red crayon is still in her right hand. “What does love feel like? The romantic kind, not family love.”

“You’re only nine, no need to understand what it feels like. You’ll find out when you’re older, I’m sure.” It was a default answer, the safest one – you don’t know what love feels like either. A crush is something different, a crush goes away. And as that stranger did, this feeling inside you that makes flowers grow in your heart will also fade away.

Dreams never last forever.

“Awe… you’re no fun. Mother and father would have said something romantic,” she hugs herself while sighing. You roll your eyes in response, flipping the page. She pouts once she realizes you’re not paying attention to her anymore. Her tail stands on edge when she hears something fall to the ground and shatter – a vase that was given to your mother as a gift. The flowers and water spills out.

“… stay here.”

“Is anyone there…?” you call out, voice meek. You meant to sound strong, and even then, nothing would have responded to you. All remains quiet. Maybe it was a mouse you failed to kill. Or a ghost that wanted revenge for an unknown reason. Nothing else shakes, nothing else falls, which is why your guard lowers the slightest bit.

She hides under the bed, tail tucked between her legs. Your own tail is raised, and ears twitching at any sound. You don’t smell anyone here, you don’t hear anything except for the scamper of mice. There’s another crash behind you, and when you turn around, it’s a family photo this time. You blink, slowly backing away. Are the humans here to kill you?

The smell of autumn fills your nose.

That night you slept with your younger sister, singing lullabies, luring her to sleep as you stroke her hair. As your own eyes flutter shut and doze off, you have another dream. One where that stranger holds you close, comforting you as the world burns around you. His voice was soothing, and for a brief moment, you wanted to believe this was not a mere dream. But dreams never last.

iv. The next time I saw you, it was like a dream.

You didn’t want to travel further into the woods. It was hunting season, and well, that meant more humans. More humans who would stop by the farmhouse isolated, wondering just who exactly lived there. Of course, you can hide your wolf features. But humans are nosy, they want to see what’s under the hat and the men want to see you undress for ‘safety’ concerns. It happens every year, and each is as annoying as the last.

“Ugh… do I really have to look for these berries… Luna managed to go away with mother and father, yet here I am, managing the house by myself until they come back.” you complain out loud, sighing as you squat, picking berries to use for medicine. Your body twitches every time a gunshot goes off – they get closer with each one. Your fingers are sore after the nth torn pricks them.

The scent of blood makes you hungry. It’s the blood of animals, but it’s not like you can hunt right now; the only way you know how to hunt is with your teeth and claws. Guns scare you and you were never taught how to use and make traps. But it’s never too late to learn, never too late to start. But you’d rather learn from your father than humans would kill you in an instant.

Or attempt to, anyway.

Regular bullets only hurt and make you bleed – silver ones do more damage. They hit harder, too. And the knives, especially. You still have a scar from when a monster hunter tried to kill you, once. And if your father was not there, you would have been dead, head hanged on the wall like a trophy. Another gun shot rings in the air. It’s enough to startle you, dropping the basket to the ground.

“T-that was rather close… I… should leave now,” picking up the basket, you rush through the forest. The sounds are becoming too much, they’re hurting your ears. The smell of gun powder is making your head dizzy, too dizzy – it feels light yet heavy. As a matter of fact, everything is becoming too much. It’s as if everything is too loud, too much, unable to see straight.

Your panicked state only makes everything worse. Is this what they call sensory overload? Or this something else?

Everything seems to be in a rush yet slowing down at the same time. You scream when a hand grabs your wrist, pulling it and you fall onto your bum, and you’re on the verge of crying when something covers your mouth – another hand. Realistically speaking, you could have overpowered whoever grabbed you. But in your state of panic, it doesn’t cross your mind.

“I have a few questions for you, is all. Be a good one and tell me, yeah?”

You don’t recognize the voice, nor do you recognize his scent – a stranger. You hear a click, and then there’s a gun pointed to your head. You shut your eyes tight, shivering as tears escape your eyes. You hiccup once, twice, before he’s telling you to shut up. You do as he says.

“There’s a werewolf around these parts, right?”

“I-I don’t know… I don’t know anything about werewolves or any monsters! Really -,”

He cuts you off, “Sure, sure. Come on now, you don’t think I’m stupid, do you?” His tone is condescending. And that’s what snaps you out of your panicked state, even if it’s only a bit. You try your best not to growl.

“If anything, you are the stupid one – attacking a random person like that? Are you a monster hunter?” your fingers dig into your palms. A moment is all you needed to calm yourself in a situation such as this one. It wasn’t the first time you were man-handled like this, nor will it be the last. People, no matter the species, are just like that, at times. They get violent to get what they want.

“Oh, shut up, you were crying not even a minute ago. Don’t try to play all tough now.”

“I’ll bite your ear off if you don’t let me go.” His eye twitches, and his finger puts very light pressure on the trigger. You snort, trying to calm yourself. There are other people in these woods – they’ll hear his screams of pain if you attempt to shake him off. And well, they’ll see the claw marks on his arm, and they’ll know a werewolf really is here.

And you’ll have to flee once again.

“Tell me, are you suicidal or something? In case you’ve forgotten, you’re the one with a gun at your head. I would be nice if I was you.” You want to tell him to go ahead and try, but you don’t know what kind of bullets he has. You have to play your cards right to get out safely. Or you’ll both be dead.

“Suicidal? Hardly. Just annoyed that a random stranger grabbed me like I’m some sort of prop,” you bite back, irritation evident in your voice. If you could, you would have thrown him over your shoulder now. You should do that, actually.

“Oh? What’s going on here, hm?”

The man drops his gun and let’s go of you, standing up straight. “Nothing, honest! I was just questioning them, and well, they didn’t want too corporate. So, I had to use a bit of violence. I was going to let them go in the end, really.”

Looking up, you saw the white-haired man, in his cloaked glory. There’s a frown present on his face, and his eyes are narrowed. Like he was disappointed. “Hm… I don’t think randomly grabbing someone and immediately pointing a gun to their head is proper questioning. If anything, you skipped the gentle part and went straight to death threats – the elders won’t be pleased to hear this.”

He sighs, picking up the gun the other man dropped. “They warned you three times now… and this will be the fourth. Do you really want to get fired that badly?”

“N-no! Come on, Kazuha, you don’t have to tell them. We just had… a misunderstanding. They were running –,”

“Any normal person would run when the gunshots get closer. Come, I’ll escort you both to the village. To check them out with a doctor, and to report you for the fourth time.”

So, his name was Kazuha.

You blink, trying to take in the scene before you; Kazuha, the kind stranger who helped you out scolding the man who just tried to kill you. Both confusion and relief settle into your bones as you remain quiet. They don’t acknowledge your actual presence, instead focusing on what the hunter did to you. You could sneak away if you wanted to.

But seeing the hunter get his ass chewed out was far too amusing.

As the hunter frantically attempts to explain himself and convince Kazuha to let this go, said male smiles at you before mouthing two words:

“Leave now.”

You do as he says, quietly turning the other way, doing your best to not make a sound.

V. But all dreams end with a bitter ending.

He knew what you were from the beginning – your scent gave it away. He should have explained himself during the second meeting. He should have also stayed away after that, but he was too concerned about what the village was planning to do. Guns loaded with silver bullets, a mob of angry villagers on their way to your farmhouse. He’s not sure how they found out by your existence, how they mapped down the entire area, and how they managed to plan the entire attack behind the council’s back.

Which is why the council attempts to calm them down. Attempts to hold them back, saying it’s not a job for an average person to take on. Saying that they need evidence before they can even go to that farmhouse, that your folks barely even come into town, and have never been seen doing any suspicious activity.

“I saw the husband extend his claws while skinning an animal!”

“The wife was brushing the tail of the youngest one!”

“The oldest child had sharp teeth, sharp as knives as they chewed on a bone, eating the meat from the boar their father killed! That should be enough evidence, right!?”

The mob was furious, tired of the council not taking any action – so they decided to take things into their own hands. Kazuha finds himself gently pushing one villager back, smiling. “From the sound of it, you were secretly stalking them, no? And you said this occurred at night – maybe the darkness had fooled your eyes, or you were drunk. Both can affect how you see things, so let’s all just calm down –,”

“Don’t you dare play the good guy now! I saw you; you know? I saw as you sneaked into their house and came back out with the traps we set up. You even took away the food we poisoned that could have made them sick, at least.”

“So, you trespassed into someone else’s property? And are you sure that was me? It could have been someone else. Maybe even one of you.” His smile never leaves his face, confident in his words. He is a bit surprised that he was caught in the act however, and mentally he’s screaming.

No-one objects his statement, falling silent. But the silence only lasts for a minute before they’re protesting again. “Let’s shoot the father, and then we’ll see if they’re werewolves, or not. If they’re not, then well, that body part won’t go up in smoke and we’ll apologize-,”

“I don’t think a simple apology will make up for shotting someone.”

“-and if they are, we’ll kill ‘em on the spot!” They’ve made up their mind, it seems, and the council is conflicted. On one hand, if what they said is true, they’ll have to investigate their highest hunter. But if it’s not true, they’ll have to punish everyone who’s involved in this plan. There’s only one way to find out, really. But at the very least they want to be civil about it, just in case you and your family were innocent humans who got caught up in this for nothing.

“Kazuha, why don’t you go there? Since, supposedly, you’ve been there before, they’ll trust you the most. The other hunters will follow suit, and of course, you know to cut one of them in some form of manner, right? They’ll be killed on the spot if they are monsters, and we’ll apologize with both words and actions if they are not.”

He can’t say no. He’s not allowed to. Not when everyone’s eyes are on him, not when they are hostile, like this. So, he simply agrees and leads some of the hunters. The moon was full, and each step he takes he feels his pulse quicken. He tells them he only has an idea of where your farmhouse could be. At that, a villager is sent along, and they’re the one to lead the way. He just hopes that you’re gone, far away from the house and will never return.

He’ll never be able to forgive himself otherwise.

When they reach your home, he walks up to the door, the others hidden within the trees. Gently, he knocks on the door, the golden glow of lamps escaping your windows. No-one answers after a few seconds, so he knocks harder, trying his best to remain calm – his cards aren’t in place, so he’ll have to think on the spot. Another minute passes by before the door opens, revealing your father.

He seems normal enough.

“Good evening, sir.” He notices the way your father eyes him, and how his gaze lands on the crest on his shirt. The hat on his head seems to move the slightest bit, and he hopes the others weren’t able to see it from their distance. “I was alerted that there might be werewolves in this part, so I was hoping you could –,”

Your father cuts him off, “Werewolves? Aren’t those things part of fairytales and such?” he sounded annoyed, angry even, and he sees movement behind him. A smaller pair of legs, more delicate, and sure enough, your mother joins in on the conversation. There’s a nervous smile on her face.

“Honey, we should let the young man finish. Better to be safe than sorry, right?” she seemed breathless, like she ran a mile or more. Her hands were also a bit dirty, and he’s sure she just got done helping the two of you escape. Did someone alert them about the surprise visit? It would only make sense, but who would do that?

He knows for a fact that he didn’t.

“Hm… I suppose you’re right, but still. A strange man just came up to our door, saying nonsense about monsters who can only exist in fairytales.” He crosses his arms, his frown deepening. His eyes were almost honest, but almost is not enough. It’s never enough, and he feels guilty for doing this to you. For betraying the family that saved his life, once.

“Forgive me sir, but I need to conduct a test. If you don’t corporate, I fear that I’ll have to do it by force. I hope you understand.”

And he does, sighing before stretching out his arm, rolling up the sleeve. Kazuha takes the sword at his hip, and draws it, cutting your father’s arm. It goes up in smoke as he howls in pain, and he kills him on the spot, blood painting the porch red as your mother watches. She smiles sadly, before whispering, “It’s alright. You’re just doing your job.”

She doesn’t fight back. Her faith was sealed, and just like that, her blood tainted the tip of his sword. The other come running, and the villagers seemed to sneak behind them, pushing to the side as they search the house. He doesn’t move, knowing that there’s nothing he can do, and that your faith is to die right here and now, in this little farmhouse.

“The kids aren’t here!”

vi. Everything goes up in smoke.

It’s been years, since the incident. He’s heard no word from or about you, the villagers giving up on finding you and your sister. Everything went quiet once more, his sword slashing down monsters of any, and all kind. He would be lying if he said he felt nothing, that his mind was at peace. It wasn’t, and everyday he worries that you might be dead.

There’s nothing he could do anyway, resting his head on his pillow. There are times when you appear in his dreams, a simpler time, where he wasn’t your enemy, and you weren’t his prey. A simpler time where you were children again, giggling as you sneak away from home to play hide-and-seek. A time before he knew what made you different from him, before his parents took away because of what you family really was, their gratefulness the only thing stopping them from killing them.

Maybe you not remembering anything was a blessing, in the end. You wouldn’t be hurt as badly, sighing as he feels the ghost of your body next to him. Dreams are only meant to remain as dreams, and as he eyes the toy you gave him all those years ago, he hopes to see you in them.

And whenever he thinks he sees you, it turns out to be someone else. He’ll never be able to apologize, never be able to explain himself – as such, everything goes up in smoke.

No matter what he does, he’ll remember your smile, your voice, only to be haunted by what he did. Actions can never be taken back, actions always show one’s true self, he used to say. And if his true self is a killer for the sake of it, he loathes himself. As his eyes closes, he swears he can hear you forgiving him in that sweet voice of yours, stroking his hair as you sing that lullaby.

Vii. But eventually the smoke and fog will clear.

He hears humming from the kitchen, his eyes peeling open. He’s groggy, everything giving him a headache – the storm from last night not allowing him to sleep. He doesn’t want to get up, body heavy and sore, but he forces himself to, anyway. The smell of pumpkin spice fills the house. Giggles catch his attention, feet dragging themselves across the wooden floor.

“Can we even eat pumpkin?”

“Yes, we can. Now, stop complaining and help me carve this pumpkin.”

He tries to hold in his laughter, hazes landing on your form as you struggled to get your sister to help you. He leans on the doorframe, cocking his head to the side as he watches in amusement. Meanwhile, somewhere out there, his funeral is being prepared, pronounced dead as they never found the body, his shirt and cloak ripped to shreds and soaked in blood.

It was easy to fake his death, but it wasn’t easy to move far from that village and to make a new living. But he did it regardless, if it meant being with you. And as your ears twitch to the sound of his sigh, turning your head to see him, he smiles.

“Do you need any help baking that pumpkin pie?”

#kazuha #genshin impact #kazuha x reader #gensin impact kazuha #kazuha kaedehara x reader #kazuha kadehara #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact kazuha x reader #tw: blood #tw: death

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IMO lot of Edelgard and even Claude's appeal to the simplistic view of the world. I mean, I can't be the only person who sees a clear authoritarian bent in Edelgard-stans. Like they think Edelgard is justified because she will stop "insert complex issue that has no easy fix with brute force" which usually boils down to killing anyone who opposes them. Claude also didn't "end racism" just by opening Fodlan up. Dimitri forces people to remember that societies are complex and people hate it! (1/2)

Like I think about what Ladlegard fans think Rhea was supposed to do at the end of the war of heroes to stop a crest system from taking root in Fodlan. Kills babies? That was the whole thing, the "10 elites" had passed on their crest to their descendants. What was she supposed to do with the children? Punish them for the sins of their parents? I think deep down, Ladlegard fans know she's wrong and need to bring down Dimitri because vilifying him (& Rhea) is the only way they can justify her! (2/2)

Exactly. There's no easy fix to anything. And people just... keep absolving humanity of any blame, and instead just foist it on Rhea. She doesn't feel it's right to punish/fight those who did nothing to her and her family. It's the same exact thing with how she works the church in the modern era, too. Just look at how many times she refers to fellow church members with familial terms.

People hate trying to look at problems from multiple angles, and they hate when there's no black and white solution. Dimitri acknowledges that Crests have literal, tangible use, and said use is proven in his own country. But that doesn't mean he wants strong people bearing down on weaker people, he wants to stop that cycle, through understanding and not violence.

But misunderstanding his character is unfortunately pretty common in social medias like Twitter, at least, where you can scream into a void and someone will inevitably listen to you.

#queue #fire emblem discourse #edelgardiscourse

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Royals. I

Hyunjin x Male Reader

(Late Hyunjin Day Special)

a/n: Look at me and my late ass post again 💀, Anyways, this would be split up into two or tbree parts cause it’s gonna be a bit long than my other fics. So enjoy this for now 🤧 Smut would be on the second part which would be posted in a week or two (No promises though cuz 🤡)

Things to note: Royal AU!, Insult Fight, Implied Changsung (BinxSung), All of skz is here/mentioned, Implied Hookups, TXT is mentioned, Y/N’s a bit of a dick, Hyunjin is barely mentioned here yet, Minho is also a bit of dick, flirty Minho, Minho and Y/N tension, maybe some Seungmin x Y/N here and there too-. Prince! Felix, Jeongin, Changbin, Jisung, Hyunjin, Seungmin, Y/N and Knights! Minho and Chan. Y/N’s last name here is "Hyangsu"

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A prince of the Hwang Kingdom is having their 21st birthday and you were invited, you were a bit salty about this since you really just wanted to relax after these past weeks of taking different lessons from your oh-so-called studious teacher.

As a prince of Hyangsu Kingdom, you were called to attend the Hwang Prince’s birthday ball, and attending this party was of your at most displeasure since you just wanted to have a relaxing break from your studies.

It was a 21st birthday after all, the age where you’re supposed to find a possible suitor and you just didn’t want to see girls fawning over someone.

You sighed in annoyance as your butler comes rushing with different clothes from your wardrobe, ranging from the royal-tailored attire, elegant clothing to a more casual one.

“Just pick me something that looks presentable as Prince, please.” you mumble to him as you glared him down causing him to tremble at your passive-aggressive tone.

You didn’t even know why they’re so serious about this, you’ve went to many royal banquet and events before, and none of them have ever got your parents or workers so.... worked up.

Is it because the Hwang Kingdom was one of the most powerful in the continent? You wanted to scoff at that thought but you may not be wrong.

In the end of playing a game of picking clothes with your butler, he picked a white suit with gold lines tattered over it, it had a gold plating at the shoulder, a red silk belt matching with the red silk long half-blouse, and white pants accompanied by white boots with a red sole.

After getting dressed you walked down to the lounge, waiting for the caravan to arrive.

You were a bit rude and snappy to people, you hated if they interrupted you one bit, not to mention you were sarcastic and people find it hard to win arguments about you. The only things people really liked about you are your looks and brains, you actually had a brain, unlike those snobby rich prince and princesses — who thinks they own the whole world, and the only aspect that are important to them are looks and money.

You sigh as you wait for the royal caravan to arrive.

. . . .

After minutes and minutes of waiting, “Sire?! The caravan is here, the carriage you are going to stay in is ready outside the palace gates.” your butler said fast, fixing his tie and cleaning his monocle afterwards.

You nodded and stood up to walk over to the gates, without command or words exchanged — the guards opened it as soon as they saw you walk down the path. Bowing respectfully at your presence which you answered with a simple “Thank you.”

You hum at the sight of the royal carriage — colored white with intricate designs and patterns made with real gold and of course, the family crest at the side of it.

A knight in a silver suddenly came out of the royal carriage, removing his helmet and smiling as he waved at you.

You let out a small smile back to him, Ah, the one and only Lee Minho, “Minho.” you spoke, reaching out to shake his hand, to which he gladly obliged.

“Y/N. Always a pleasure to see the prince. Well, if you were a bit more excited about this.” He teased, letting out a few snorts. Petting your head while constantly laughing amusedly.

“I’ll stick a fork in your eye one of these days, you stupid knight.” You gave him a death glare as a warning.

“Ah, Prince, you’re so kind~” he grinned, winking at you too, you rolled your eyes at his behaviour. He was always like this, flirty and sometimes egotistic. You didn’t mind it though since he is an amazing duelist and mentor. He isn’t a King’s guard for no reason.

But one day, his cocky attitude is gonna bite him in the ass.

You grumbled and moved forward to the royal carriage, “Lino, you should move, we can’t be late remember?” You tsked, giving Minho a smirk.

“Whatever.” He spoke up in an sassy tone, you snorted at him, to which he glared at you.

He entered inside the carriage, with you slowly following right after.

After entering inside, you sat down at one side while Minho sat near you. It was spacious inside as expected and a small window was also in place.

You had no interest in staying awake for 3 hours during the ride so you decided to take a nap.

“You could use my shoulder, you know?” He teased, patting his shoulder while smirking at you.

“Shut up.” you mumble as you shifted a bit so your head could rest more comfortably against the wall.

As much as you wanted to just sleep laying down at the long couch-like thingy where you’re sat at, you can’t because this stupid knight is watching you.

And the last thing you want is him, teasing you for being less than ‘formal’.

Slowly, the sounds around you seem to deafen itself out causing you to relax your shoulders and fall asleep regardless whether Minho is there watching your every move.

Opening your eyes as you felt someone poke your cheek, your eyes drifted slowly to the side. You were eye to eye with the knight, faces inches apart.

Your recently droopy eyes from sleeping — shot open in panic, “W-What are you doing!” you stuttered, leaning back from him which made him grin.

“We’re at the city, prince~” He pets your hair, running his hand through it softly.

You glowered and slapped his hand away, “Ugh, keep your hands to yourself, Lino.” you tried to glare the knight down.

“Ah, Feisty.” he smiled back at you to which you responded with a scowl making him laugh loudly.

“No need to be so aggressive~” Minho winked making you just look away and give up, you ignored him and looked out through the window, finding the surrounding endearing.

The loud chattering from the outside is muffled by the walls of the carriage, from at first glance, this was a very happy city.

It has a warm and vibrant tone to it.

. . .

The carriage comes to a sudden halt after riding in what seems to be a hill due to how it felt riding it earlier, the ground was sloped upwards.

The coachman driving the carriage suddenly spoke up, “We’re here, sire.” he spoke up, muffled by the wooden walls but you caught it.

With a sigh, you opened the door and slowly stepped down — your eyes widening at the sight of the towering castle.

It had a wonderful structure, the stone bricks perfectly fit into one another and of course the Hwang family crest adorned the flags that were raised.

Your kingdom’s castle was in no means small but it pales in comparison to that.

Looking around at the surroundings, you saw that a lot of royals were around, some you recognized and some that you had no idea where they came from.

You looked far and noticed the view of the capital at the city which you saw while taking a ride.

“...Prince Y/N.” After getting lost in a little bubble after staring at the refreshing view, Minho was nudging your shoulder.

“Hm? What is it?” you said, looking at him with raised eyebrows as you fixed the tie of your suit.

He rolled his eyes, “Did you even hear what I said?” he glared, tapping his foot on the ground multiple times.

“Would I be asking you if I did?” you shot back, clicking your tongue in annoyance as you waited for his answer.

He groaned at your attitude, “You have to sign up to enter the castle. Lose the attitude too, prince.” he said in a careless tone, looking at you with his icy glare.

“Who are you to talk like that to me, knight..?” you scowled at him as you stood your ground firmly.

What was happening now was in contrast to earlier, this was a more serious battle between you and Minho. These were times were usually one of the houseworkers back at your kingdom, steps in to stop both of you and succeeded most of the time.

To be honest though, this fight shouldn't escalate at all.

. . .

From the distance though, someone was watching both of you in amusement, “The party hasn’t even started and they’re bickering all ready.”

“Chan if you could stop them, please?” The man with long black hair commanded to the person next to him.

The knight fixed his posture and nodded, “Of course, my prince.”

“You can call me by my name, you know? We’ve been friends for a long time.” the long-haired man chuckled.

“Still need to use honorifics, sire.” the shorter smiled at the taller before leaving to stop the heated glare-down and exchange of insults at the entrance.

He took one last glance at the royal that was bickering with a knight, finding him amusing but at the same time, he found him interesting.

“Might need to keep an eye on that one.” he hummed to himself before going back inside the castle.

. . .

Minho just recently called you a brat and undeserving of being called a prince of your kingdom, he even mentioned your brother, the crown prince — next in line to the throne — he says of how your brother is just better than you in every way. This sends a devastating pang to your heart as this was not only hurtful to your pride but in a way, he also disregards all your hard work.

“Fuck you. You have no rights to tell me this. You are not my brother nor my parents. You are merely a fucking knight!” you said, shouting the last part.

Your own eyes are tinted with anger, wanting to choke the life out of your escorting knight.

“What, isn’t what all I said was t—”

An applaud was heard from the near distance, cutting Lino off and causing your head to turn to the source of sound.

The man with the curly locks and a pretty face bowed to your direction, “The opening ceremony of the party is starting soon, Prince Hyangsu Y/N. I suggest you sign the guest book and head on inside.” he smiles at you, dimples shown causing you go soften your look.

“While you,” he said sighing after, pointing to Minho with a finger.

“...Fellow knight, let’s chit chat for a bit.” he coughed and grabbed Minho’s hand — dragging him away despites the struggling knight's protest.

You looked around and noticed some of the royals still outside, staring at you with a hint of disappointment probably because of your fight with Minho.

You grumbled, annoyed and angry at the disrespectful knight — you'll most likely have to talk with Minho after this god-forsaken party.

. . .

A yawn almost slipped out of your mouth as the host of the party or ball, at this point you question which is it. The speech lacked any entertainment of the sorts causing you to just listen with half-lidded eyes.

Then came the introduction of the Prince that is having their born day.

A tall man suddenly came out of the curtains, aura filled with confidence and pride, gleaming and filling the room. You inspected his face and not gonna lie, he was indeed pretty, prettier than most princes you have seen — Long black locks neatly tied up in a ponytail, alluring eyes, thick and kissable li— You snapped out of your little bubble after noticing that you were checking the Hwang, this is not good.

You turned away from the center of attention and looked for your small group of friends but felt as if someone was boring holes into your skull.

Turning back, only to see no one staring at you but instead just the continuous blah blah blah’s by the Hwang Prince.

Sighing, you continue to scout the palace room for any signs of a certain fox-eyed brat, someone who dressed too dark and a ray of sunshine.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance when you still haven’t spotted the trio.

. . .

The Prince finally stopped talking and just announced that the dance will start in about an hour, giving his guests — free time to converse with one another.

After going through a sea of screaming princesses that want to marry him, you sighed in relief and just wished to leave this place. That is, until you finally caught a glimpse of a familiar royal. Finally.

You poked the shoulder of the foxy prince which startled him, almost causing him to spill his red drink over his royal wear. “God, Y/N, couldn’t you just approach me like a normal person.” he tutted.

Then returned his dimpled smile, he hugged you with one hand unable to engulf with his arms due to the drink he was holding.

“I thought you didn’t go to this clownfest.” you sighed, your words having a sarcastic tone.

“Me? Yang Jeongin wouldn’t miss a ball, especially one that is hosted by one of the richest kingdoms.” he laughed, taking a sip of his drink.

“Is that wine or juice? Also, why are you talking in third person?” you stared at him with confusion.

“This is red water.” he sassed mockingly causing you to roll your eyes and flick his forehead a bit too hard with your index finger.

“Ow!” Jeongin squinted his eyes at you.

He pulls on your ear at payback which you took easily before yawning and looking at the clock impatiently. You wanted to return home and sleep, and also give Minho a lecture.

“Where’s Bin and Lix?” you piped up before taking a seat at the small seat near a pillar, curiously scouting the again for signs of them.

He sighed and sat down right next to you, “Felix-hyung is hunting for more exotic food, since he liked the Shark meat a bit too much and well...” he trailed off, taking a sip of his drink and clearing his throat.

“Bin-hyung is getting flirted slash hitted on again by Prince Jisung of the Han Kingdom. I thought the he already gave up but nope. He still pursuing the Bin booty.” Jeongin chuckled, calling over a roaming waiter for a refill to which the worker happily obliged

You laughed at that since Han has been shooting hearts at Changbin for a long time and always had flirted with him at different parties. Changbin had always rejected his advances though.

“Also they sent a new representative from the Kim kingdom. I’ve never seen him before. Looks cute though, might be your type.” Jeongin said, nudging your shoulders and pointing at a specific direction. Your eyes raked over the prince’s form, charming and handsome but at the same time cute — He was leaning back at the wall, also drinking something.

You grumbled though, this is once again Jeongin trying to hook you up with someone again. It didn’t end well last time — The last prince, Jeongin hooked you up was Prince Yeonjun — All he wanted was sex though, causing you to immediately cut off ties with said prince, leaving a bit heartbroken at that since he only said that he wanted sex after you already spent the night together.

“Not this again, Innie.” you tsked, crossing your arms around your chest.

“Come onnn~.. I thought Yeonjun liked you a lot, he stared at you a lot during Taehyun’s party” Jeongin mumbles since he knows, that you don't like fooling around with people who didn’t even have a single interest on being on an actual relationship.

He felt bad matching you up with him, since he thought that was time you actually would get out of the singles’ list.

He nudged you and tilted his head to the Kim prince’s direction, “He’s walking over here.”

Your head immediately snapped to him, “Did he notice me staring at him earlier?!” you whispered nervously.

He raised his shoulders as he doesn’t know but you could already hear his evil mind spouting not-so-good ideas when he let out a grim grin.

“Well.....~ Y/N, I have to go find Felix, I kinda wanna try the shark meat, Ok byeeeee~” he said as if he was in a rush but this was just a part of his scheme.

“Jeongin, wait, don’t lea—” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he was out of sight, the man was already extremely near you, his eyes never leaving your own.

You gulp, not knowing what to do in this situation.

In a mere second, you were face to face with the unfamiliar prince. He looked down at you with a emotionless face before sitting down next to you.

“My name is Kim Seungmin, yours?” He spoke with a honey-laced voice crossing his legs as he looked at you with curious eyes.

A smirk was starting to form at the corner of his lips before you opened your mouth to speak.

But nothing came out

He was attractive but he had soft features and an aura that resonates well with his features. He had this cute puppy-look to him but by that smirk he isn’t all that rainbows and sunshines.

Now, this is totally not good.

Little did Y/N know someone was watching this interaction in the distance, a prince than seems to be allured to you ever since he saw you within the crowd. He doesn't seem happy though~

~ tbc

#kpop x male reader #stray kids x male reader #hyunjin x male reader #male reader #lgbtq #skz #hwang hyunjin #skz fics #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz aus #royal skz #kpop scenarios

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