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aquamoon33 · 1 year

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GAME CLEARING 2022: The year of severe depression with Coroni on top!

So, I was in a bad place mentally this year, mostly trying to make it through the day without a breakdown. Didn't help that my boyfriend also got fired from work and moved out back home, due to a family tragedy (But on a brighter note, we are engaged now!) Because of this, I didn't play that much this year, and it also didn't help that most of my games were 60+ hours RPGs. I finally got Coroni as well, and I don't know if I've caught it at a con or at workplace or somewhere completely different. All I know is that the virus caused significant damage on my lungs, causing me to be out of breath faster and I still haven't stopped coughing.

Now, the list for this year:

Game 1: YS - Monstrum Nox (Nintendo Switch)

Got this game for my birthday in 2021, waited for the winter break to put it in and spent 9 days playing this game until I beat it 100%, meaning that I did every quest, uncovered the whole map, got 120 Azure Petals, got every treasure chest and killed multiple gods. It's been a while since I went on an adventure with Adol and gameplay-wise is pretty much the same as YS VIII, with the exception of Gifts, which are similar to Adventurer's Gear, but permanently equipped (example, some gifts enable you to run up walls, grapple to certain objects, glide, etc.), and the story is pretty interesting. I mean, at the start of the game you're escaping from a highly secured prison! And then you get shot.... and turned into a supernatural being.... and then you have to disguise yourself by dying your hair, because your bright red hair is too noticeable. "Raids" make a comeback in the form of Grimwald Nox, a supernatural plane that is full of monsters that threaten to invade the human realm, and you need to stop them. However, that ain't the main plot. There is much to uncover in the Gllia region (Probably YS' version of France, since back in the Roman times, Latin name for Gaul was Gallia). Tho, I'm sad that there are no references to older games until late game.

Game 2: Devil May Cry (Playstation 4)

Had this game on my hard-drive for a while now and this is one of the rare games that I managed to beat in one day, taking me only around a few hours. For those who have never heard about this franchise, it's about a demon hunter named Dante, hacking and slashing demons and devils. The game is fun and I see why people like it very much. I was surprised to see a Resident Evil like camera for a hack n slash game. The story is basic (albeit a bit cheesy towards the end), which isn't surprising when it comes to first games in a new IP and the "great" voice acting shows that the game was made back in the early days of voice acted games. Gameplay-wise you wield a sword, gauntlets and twin guns into fights and while guns stay equipped all the time, you can switch between the fast moving sword or the hard hitting but slower gauntlets. This series is also the birth place of the mechanic called as Devil Trigger, during which your attacks deal more damage and replenish some health. Now if you excuse me, I have to go fill my dark soul with LAIIIIIGHT!!!

Game 3: Pokemon Legends Arceus (Nintendo Switch)

My GOTY 2022 right here, y'all! I had a blast playing this game (obsessively, I might add, to the point my boyfriend almost confiscated my Switch 😅) , but the concept of you writing the "first" ever Pokedex is a phenomenal idea. Yeah, might get tedious, but that is how research works normally (also, kudos to that one guy who 100% all the tasks in the pokedex). Story wise, you, the MC, get isekai'd to the past version of the Sinnoh version, then named Hisui, and get told to be productive to the community or we leave you to die. There are no villain teams this time around, only you, the immigrants from other regions and the 2 native clans, named Diamond and Pearl Clan (Oh, and for some reason, a train guy from BW/B2W2, who has amnesia). Gameplay is basically Breath of the Wild meets Pokemon, you have your crafting, your gliding, your wall climbing etc. By the way, Arceus? Can you send me and Ingo home now? Or just Ingo? His brother misses him.

Game 4: Stray (Playstation 4)

Was hyped for this game back when it was announced. Playing as a cat who, prompts to the devs, acts like an ACTUAL cat! Smart, but also a bit stupid. Gameplay is pretty simple, move, sprint, press X to vault onto nearby accessible ledges, and the most important button, the MEOW button. Story is simple at first, a stray cat living with its brethren in a what seems a post apocalyptic wilderness when a normal scavenger hunt results in your cat falling into an underworld city, populated by robots. There you meet a small drone who translates robot language for you and there are also head cra- sorry, they are Zurks in this game, that chase you around certain areas and devour you if your too slow to shake them of. As the story progresses though, you realize that humanity is gone and that something happened outside the walls that forced humans into this closed off city. Ending almost made me cry.

Game 5: Xenoblade Chronicles 3 (Nintendo Switch)

It's a Xeno game, and the best one gameplay wise so far, and full of nostalgia for those who played the first two ones. I ranked this my second favorite Xenoblade game tho, since the first one is still my favorite (and the second one gets last place because of the gacha system). I loved how they tied in the other games into this, with both locations, music and some... ermmmm.... spoilery things that I won't mention here. Battles are slow at the beginning but get insane once you unlock d-pad slots, and while the whole job system is pretty deep, you can just press the Y button for the game to optimize for you (not recommended for super bosses tho). Side quests, while not as plentiful as in the first game, we're hit or miss for me. Some were obvious to see on your mini map, some you had stupid requirements to complete first that I wouldn't find on my own without a guide. Now, Eunie, you may slug that guy, but only once.

Game 6: Splatoon 3 (Nintendo Switch)

I love me some squids and octopuses, but since I've acquired an allergy on sea food, I can only shoot them with ink in Turf Wars. First thing's first when I got the game I only had an hour to play before I had to go to work, so I only tested out the multiplayer and Salmon Run, while leaving the Single Player mode alone for later. When I asked my boyfriend about how he liked the game, he accidentally spoiled a major plot twist in the first part of the story, leaving me a bit (okay, a lot) bitter (to the point of not talking to him for 2 weeks). And I liked the story mode A LOT. Instead of looking for Sunken Scrolls in the levels, you had to look for them in the overworld, which made the hub world fun and left you to solely focus on the level, instead of worrying if you got everything in it before finishing it. Gameplay is your standard 3rd person shooter, aim and shoot, with the addition of your little Small Fry buddy, who helps you a lot during the levels. The stages themselves are very reminiscent of Octo Expansion, having to pay a fee in certain stages to even attempt it. I won't talk about the story, because as said before, the very beginning has a HUGE plot twist. Can't believe, they pulled a Fast and Furious 9 move with the final boss.

Game 7: Here comes Niko! (Nintendo Switch)

A cozy game for tired people is a perfect comparison for this game. A cute game where you control the titular character Niko, who is on their way to live independently and trying to get a job. A friend of theirs got them set up for a job interview at Tadpole HQ, and the whole game is Niko being put on trial by one of the employees called Pepper, to become a "Professional Friend" as they travel from island to island, solving people's problems. During the travels between Islands Niko gets voicemails from their parents and friend, the former demanding to come home, while the latter supports their decision to get away from their family. Gameplay is very A Hat in Time like, no surprise considering it was co-developed by Gears for Breakfast, and the art style is very Paper Mario 64 like. Hat Kid also makes a cameo as a tourist, enjoying her vacation.

Game 8: Return to Monkey Island (Steam)

I have a confession to make... I have never played a Monkey Island game before. Most I know of it is through Youtube clips and some memes and that's about it. That said, I quite enjoyed the game. The puzzles were clever, the humor was phenomenal (had me laughing a lot) and the story was wacky, for lack of a better term. There is an option in the menu to recap the previous games, but I chose to skip that. There are also in game Spoiler Warnings for previous games in some areas. For the game's story, we have our "lovable" Guybrush Threepwood finally going after The Secret of the Monkey Island (that he apparently didn't find yet???) and is once again competing with his nemesis Le Chuck to get to it. But I don't know how to feel about the ending. I'm surprised how Elaine can keep up with her husbands bullshit and destruction.

Game 9: Sonic Frontiers (Nintendo Switch)

Hands down, one of the best modern Sonic games I have ever played. I loved messing around in the hub world back in Sonic Adventure DX days, and blasting around at the speed of sound in this game felt so satisfying! Sure, there were little hiccups here and there (Sonic YEETing himself off a cliff when I boosted and the camera changed for example) but otherwise it felt like a Open Zone (Not world, ZONE) mixed with a collect-a-ton. I started playing on Normal, heard that there was a secret boss fight if you play on hard, and switched on hard, but it didn't feel overly difficult. The boss fights were phenomenal, story was chef's kiss, which isn't really a surprise, considering that Ian Flynn of Sonic IDW fame had a say in it. I did feel a little weirded out hearing Roger Craig Smith giving Sonic a more deep voice, since I'm more used to Sonic sounding more higher pitched (maybe Sonic is going through puberty in universe 😆) By the way, how do you guys feel about Ikaruga?

Game 10: Pokemon Scarlet (Nintendo Switch)

I have mixed feelings about this one. I was very hyped for this game and even pestered my boyfriend to get it for my birthday (which coincidentally is on November 18th, same day the game was released), but then Twitter happened and people wouldn't shut up about the glitches and bugs, making me feel guilty for enjoying it. Don't get me wrong, I liked playing the game, even thought the whole open worldness is an illusion, as you're still expected to follow a set path, as gyms, titans and Team Star don't level scale. Story wise, I liked having three paths to follow, each one telling it's own tale, the world feels huge and the school side quests ain't that bad either. I still prefer PLA's catching mechanic, being able to just chuck a ball at them and voila. The final act however, hooooo, the area game me massive Xenoblade vibes and the music was phenomenal! I saved a doggy as well!

Game 11: RWBY Arrowfell (Nintendo Switch)

This game was sitting in my backlog for a while, since I didn't have any time to even get to playing it, thanks to both Pokemon Scarlet and Sonic Frontiers. I was however hyped for it, ever since they announced it a year ago. While I would've liked the original gameplay (since it seemed like a 4 player co-op, instead of the single player), it's a good game. The only complaint I have is the lack of a map inside stages. Gameplay is tight and fluid, story is a bit on the short side, since it's implied that this was Team RWBY's first official mission as Licensed Huntresses and fans of the show will already know that the bad guys won't succeed, since the show itself never mentions this incident ever taking place (though, that might also be because this game was in development after Volume 8 already finished). Combat is fun, but it's also easy to get yourself killed if you're not paying attention (I mostly used Ruby since her long range helped keeping enemies away from me). I also liked when bosses made you use all 4 of your characters and their semblances. Where my Team JNR at tho?

Sadly, I think this will be the last game clearing post for me since I don't want to write how I beat only 5 games next year. Real life is catching up to me (my mental health is almost N/A) and workplace is a mess right now (Thanks Putin) which leaves me with almost no motivation to play/draw/write/do anything.

So my word of wisdom are, take care of yourselves, take a break from the internet from time to time, and, mostly importantly, STAY SAFE!

#eri rambles #game clearing #and yes i do use FamilyJules' word for coroni

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rainy-bangbeom · 2 years

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Till Death Do Us Part | Jackson Wang (m)

pairing(s): Jackson Wang x Fem!Reader

genre: Smut, Domestic!AU

warnings: Some mature language, explicit sexual content (18+), soft smut, fingering (f), slight dirty talk, slight praise, slight teasing, sensation play, Husband Material!Jackson Wang hell yeah

word count: 1k

synopsis: After a long week full of stress and work, your loving husband decides to pamper you with a nice, hot bath as well as some other things...

A sigh flows from your lips once you finally enter the threshold of your home—the only thought being to shuck the shoes from your aching feet and hop into the comfort of your warm bed to sleep off the stress of yet another excruciating week. Just as you’re flinging your keys onto a nearby table, a familiar call echoes from somewhere in the house.

Your frown shifts to a soft smile at the voice of your husband. Navigating deeper into your living space, you make your way into your shared bedroom, discovering the adjoined bathroom door to be wide open. Even before you enter the doorway, the aroma of warm vanilla sugar hits your nostrils like a tidal wave. You step into the room, watching just as your husband finishes lighting a candle. He peers over his shoulder at your entrance, his eyes glowing in the candlelight.

“Hey, baby. Welcome home.”

“W-What is all this?” You marvel at the state of the dim washroom, from the dozens of scented candles littering any available surface to the rose petals dancing in the filled bathtub. From the doorway, you can see the steam snaking up from the surface of the water. You’re almost tempted to dive in right then and there.

Your attention snaps away from the bath when a pair of lips brush across the sensitive flesh of your throat. It takes you a moment to realize that Jackson had retreated behind your figure, his hands now running circles into the sides of your waist. A low purr emerges from your chest, earning a sweet chuckle from your husband. His lips trail from your neck, across your jawline, and up to the shell of your ear.

“You’ve been working so hard lately.” He whispers, his warm breath spreading goosebumps across your skin. “I thought you deserved a little something to relax.”

“Jack—”

He hushes you with a finger over your lips.

“Shhh, princess… Let me treat you for tonight.”

You giggle at his suggestive tone, but allow him to slide the black blazer from your shoulders nonetheless. The garment is soon followed by your shirt, your pants, every piece of clothing until you’re clad in nothing but gooseflesh. With both hands set on your hips, Jackson guides you toward the relaxing paradise that awaits. He offers you his hand, helping to kick your legs over the rim and finally sink into the tub.

With a sigh of relief, you allow the water to swallow your body whole, immediately expelling the soreness from your muscles. Jackson makes sure to wet your shoulders before moving down to smooth over your knees peeking from the surface.

“Good?”

“Mhm…” Your head lulls back against the rim, eyes closing at the sensation of the warm water and your husband’s loving touch. Too far in your bliss, you fail to recognize said lover’s hand trailing lower and lower until his fingers graze the inside of your thigh.

Teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you part your lids to peek at your companion. Jackson returns your gaze with a smirk that holds something far from innocence.

He tilts his head, “Still good?”

A smirk of your own fashions. “Mmmm… Could be a little better?”

“Yeah?” His fingers dexterously flutter across your lower lips, so close to where you want him most. He leans closer, his dark eyes reflecting lustful mischief. “May I inquire how?”

“Jackson—” Your playfulness dissipates into impatience as the male once again avoids any direct contact with your heat. A pout takes residence upon your face, your legs fidgeting beneath your husband’s evil touch. “I’ve had a really long week…”

Jackson mirrors your expression. “You’re right, princess. I think you deserve a little reward, huh?”

Without any further delay, he drags a light stripe across your slit. Your moan echoes off the tiled walls, your hand reaching out to grasp at your husband’s bicep. Jackson feels prowess at the pleasure that contorts your feature, gently sinking a single finer past your already pulsing entrance. He lurches forward to capture your lips with his own, leaving no room for anything less than absolute passion.

The kiss leaves you breathless. That’s one thing that never changes with Jackson, even long before you two tied the knot. He somehow always manages to steal your breath away. Quite literally.

Against your better judgment, you dislodge your lips in order to regain the air supply in your lungs. Jackson goes to work littering gentle pecks across your shoulders and collarbones, as if attempting to paint your naked flesh with his eternal love. Your head falls back once again, providing more canvas space for the eager artist.

Your legs fail as another finger enters your pussy. Rose petals and water splash over the sides of the tub at your frantic movements. Even so, you can really care less at that moment—too immersed in the feel of Jackson’s lips and the technique of his deft digits. You can’t remember the last time you’ve orgasmed from his fingers alone, having been swept up in the busy waves of life to engage in any type of foreplay. You’ve almost forgotten the feeling.

Until now.

“Jack, baby—”

“I know, gorgeous.” Jackson rests his forehead against the side of your head, nuzzling your nose with his own. “I want you to cum around my fingers, baby. Show me that beautiful face of yours when you cum.”

You’re almost embarrassed by the speed of your climax, but allow yourself to fall victim to the approaching waves of bliss nonetheless. Like clockwork, all the stress and tension wash away with the hurricane, leaving nothing but this budding fogginess in your brain. Your body convulses at Jackson’s strokes to help you get the most out of your high before he retracts his fingers completely.

You open your heavy eyes to see a bright grin across his face.

“Good?”

“Shut up.” You giggle, “You know it was good.”

He presses a soft kiss against your forehead, maneuvering your body from the confines of the already cooled bathwater and onto the tiled floor. “C’mon, I see a night of take-out and Netflix reruns in our future.”

“Still taking care of me, huh?”

He carefully wraps a fluffy towel around your soaked figure before lifting you into his arms. You cuddle closer to your husband’s chest, appreciating his love for all its warmth. Both physically. And emotionally.

Jackson hums, his words bringing a bright smile to your face:

“Every day and every night—till death do us part, my love.”

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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the house, m | ot7 | phase two

full title: the hell house

pairing(s): ot7 x reader

phase one (hyung line) >> phase two (maknae line)

summary: Welcome to the Hell House. Some call it resident evil. Some call it a haunted house. Some call it a waste of space (rude). Enter if you dare – the Doctor will ensure that you never come out the same. What’s that? Why are you going with your seven fuckbuddies? You wouldn’t… fuck in there, right? (Yes, you would.)

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, MAD HORNY CHAOTIC ENERGY; unprotected supernatural monster sex (you will never be in these situations… at least, I hope not o_o); crack; fluff amidst the wild fucking; maknae line smut (fem reader, slight D/s dynamics in some scenes, multiple orgasms, nipple play, handjob, m-receiving oral, doggy, creampie, ass eating / anal sex, mild restraint, penetrative sex, fingering; this sounds normal but it is not, I am just avoiding spoilers except: tentacle warning); non-idol!AU - ot7 x sex friend!reader; each member has their own scene in their POV

appearances based on PTD On Stage + the Doctor ’journey’ au, although can be read alone when I said this is a harem hentai featuring you and BTS, I meant it it is 25k+ words, so it had to be split into two parts, sigh

phase one (hyung line)

park jimin.

Park Jimin found himself standing at the corner of a pond with a cascading waterfall.

It was a strange garden room, the kind that rich people probably had to bring nature indoors or something like that. He stepped in cautiously, feeling a bit perturbed that he somehow lost the others walking in the darkness, but the room was so beautiful he couldn’t help but look around. So many flowers swaying gently, perhaps from the warm breeze. Perhaps this was a greenhouse too? The flowers were primarily pastel, blue and purple and pink, with delicate petals that shimmered like a floral aurora borealis. There was lush moss and low tress too, all rich and green, calling him to the sound of flowing water.

Jimin looked up and saw a stained-glass skylight above him. The moon shone through, revealing some parts of cracked panes and pattern of cobwebs all over. The glass colors were desaturated or missing. The thin clouds surrounding the moon made it look as if there were red tendrils cast around it.

He looked back down, to paradise.

Jimin stepped forward, closer and closer to the water. It was very clear water, a glittering dark blue, the darkness of the depth making the bottom uncertain. The waterfall was spilling at an even, steady pace, creating a foamy white forth that dissipated into bubbles, disturbing the surface of the water.

It called to him, the water.

“Jimin?”

He tilted his head, kneeling down, peering at the rippling surface. He knew that voice. He bickered a lot with that voice. It was fun, really. He made him very happy that you were so close to him to poke fun and that he could poke fun at you without you taking it personally. He cherished your voice, your conversation, your quick wit, your everything, and in turn he did everything he could to ensure your happiness, protecting you like placing his hands around a flower so it wouldn’t lose its petals from the harsh wind.

Now there were six other pairs of hands surrounding the flower with him. Maybe that was a little excessive. To be honest, you really didn’t need any protecting at all, not really. Honestly, sometimes it seemed like you were protecting them, yet the feeling was mutual. Jimin vowed to himself to try and do as much for you as you did for him and his friends.

He called your name, softly, sweetly.

Placed his fingertips on the water and imagined your face smiling back up at him.

Then something grabbed his hand and gripped it tightly.

“Wah!”

He jerked back, and the fingers laced around his hand followed, arm, shoulder, wet hair, gasping breath, both him and you, throwing your head back in a spray of water, your hair stuck to your cheeks and neck, other arm appearing, scrambling for the rocks at the edge of the pond, coughing.

“Are you okay? What happened? How long how you been down there?” Jimin sputtered, rushing over and trying to grab your upper arms but you waved you hand, spitting out water and pushing your hair back, sleek against your scalp, panting and blinking rapidly. Droplets clung to your lashes. Your skin was glossy, beading water catching the light and making your skin look like it was covered in nature’s diamonds.

He stopped, staring at your body half-out of the water.

Angled his head a little and, yup, naked breasts behind your upper arms. Nice. Droplets collected at your hard nipples, dripping down.

Nice.

Jimin felt his cock perk up at the sight of your perky tits.

What? He can still be horny. You’re naked!

“Blah, I have water in my ears,” you complained, whacking the side of your head with your hand, shaking it roughly. Your tits bounced merrily. Nice. Okay, he needed to stop that. “Sorry, I’m not used to being underwater like that…”

“Why… Why were you even under the water?” he asked, tilting his head.

You scrunched up your face. “Um… I don’t know. But it’s not the weirdest thing today.”

“… What’s the weirdest thing?”

You opened your mouth and then winced, gazing up at the sky. Jimin looked up too, confused as to why you did such a thing. He didn’t see anything except the moon and the cracked glass ceiling.

“Can’t say. It’s in waiver. We’re not supposed to talk about what happens.”

“Oh.”

You rested your hands on the edge of the water and looked up at him. “I like your long hair. It looks really good on you.”

“Oh! Thanks.” He beamed, running his hand through it. “I thought you might like it since you liked Jungkookie’s long hair.”

“Yeah, but then he betrayed us all and chopped it off.”

Jimin laughed, nudging you. “Be honest. I look better, eh? I was born in Busan first, you know. He learns everything from me.”

“Oh yeah?” you snickered. “I dunno, Tae looks really good with long hair too…”

“Hey!”

You laughed as he pouted at you. He sat down, surrounded by flowers as you were surrounded by water, beside each other in contrasting saturations despite the similar color palette. If he looked down into the water, he couldn’t see past your waist. It was fuzzy and dark, a churning navy. Still, it was warm right here, in the air and in your smile.

“What happens now?” he asked, frowning. “Am I supposed to help you out of there? Or do I look for a clue or something?”

“Ah…” You rested your head on your forearms, smiling slyly at him. “You’re not going to ask where everyone else is?”

Jimin looked around. “They will find us eventually, right? It would be hard to miss this room and the sound of water and these beautiful flowers. Besides, I’m with you, so doesn’t that mean I’m at the end?”

You smirked. “Or… you just want alone time with me.”

He grinned. “Well, of course. And how come you’re naked, hm? Seems like you want to be with me too.”

“I always like alone time with you.”

He lowered himself more, placing his arms on the grass and stared into your eyes.

“Then this is a moment of serendipity, huh?”

Your lips curved into a pleased smile. “You’re supposed to be looking for me though.”

“I didn’t expect you in a puddle of water, come on.”

He leaned forward, a soft, lovely kiss, listening to the soothing sound of water, feeling the sensations course through him, the coolness of your lips that ignited the heat, the familiar taste and comfort of your touch, the gentle droplet of water that fell from your nose and splashed onto his lip, soaking into the kiss, seeping into tangled tongues.

He felt.

Weird.

As if energy suddenly overcame him, spreading throughout his blood vessels, addictive, unrelenting, all consuming, turning his breath into shallow gasps, the need bubbling, brimming, threatening to break the surface, pressing more into the kiss, stealing your breath, rising, his arms leaving the ground, pulling up his sleeve and plunging it into the water.

He couldn’t stop himself.

His fingers grazed your skin, closing around your breast, rubbing your hard nipple with his index finger.

“Ah, Jimin…”

He did not question the lust – he was always horny for you and didn’t bother to hide it – but it was strength of it that confused him, and the more that he touched the water, the more he felt it, and the more he wanted it, breaking the kiss and yanking his sweater off, tossing it into the flowers, capturing your lips again before you could protest, knowing you couldn’t resist his kisses, your wet hands on his skin, caressing his nipples, and it was like a strong pulse, a throb in his chest and his nether regions, commanding him to get into the water.

Something was telling him it would feel even better if he was in the water.

He reached down and fumbled with his pants, intending to yank them off.

“Jimin, wait, wait, hold on a sec–”

He ignored you.

Until something shot out of the water and wrapped around his wrist.

“W-WHOA?!”

It was blue. It was shiny. It was glossy and sheeny, flexible and long. It was unmistakably coming from you, because now your body was half-out of the water.

It was a tentacle.

“UM.”

Weirdly, it was not making him less horny. It was making him hornier. Jimin jerked his head up, jaw dropping as more tentacles emerged from the water. Four of them, and the tops of your smooth human thighs. So, eight limbs when including your human arms and legs. And four of them were tentacles. Oh. Oh! OH?

Yes, perhaps waiting a second for you to explain might be a good idea.

“W… What the… fuck…?”

Your, uh, tentacle let go of his hand, slowly, dripping water. “Er… yeah. Um. I have tentacles now?”

Jimin blinked very slowly. “W… Why?” he wheezed.

You raised your hands and shrugged very, very slowly. “I… don’t… know.” You lowered your hands and placed them together, floating on your… tentacles. “I think it’s your test.”

His hands were above his raging erection and the zipper of his pants.

“The waiver didn’t say anything about tentacle sex?” he roared, suddenly covering his pointed tent. “W-W-What kind of sicko would… and how… they’re fake, right?”

You turned around and shook your head. The tentacles wiggled one by one, independently of each other, shimmering between the blue of the pond and the green matching the lush foliage. They were attached to the base of your back, right above your ass, like some kind of weird aquatic tail.

They were seeming less and less fake by the second.

Jimin almost fainted.

You turned back around, wincing. “I also thought it was just a ‘Lady of the Lake’ type vibe, but evidently the Doctor had other ideas.”

He was still trying to process you had tentacles. “S-So, what are we supposed to do…?”

You stared at him.

It was pretty fucking obvious.

Jimin felt he knew but he was going to ask anyway.

“Is the Doctor a warlock… or something?” he squeaked.

You squinted at the ceiling. “They said they just have very strong creative ability.”

Right.

Yeah.

THAT MADE NO FUCKING SENSE.

You poked him with one of your tentacles and he jumped. You grinned, wiggling it at him.

“S-Stop that?”

Why did it come out as a question? Oh, God, why was his dick still hard? You poked him again and Jimin tried to grab it, missing, swiping it the tentacles until he caught one and yanked triumphantly, snickering.

Unexpectedly – or completely expectedly – you moaned.

You tried to pull away and Jimin held on, squeezing it. You winced, biting back your lewd noise, glaring at him. His smiled slyly, drumming his fingers on the smooth surface of the tentacle, suction cups on his palm, and stroked the outside.

You made a needy noise, grimacing at him.

“I did not know it worked like that,” you panted.

Jimin wiggled his eyebrows. “Oh yeah? What about…” And he leaned forward, bringing it to his lips, and licked the smooth top of the tentacle, gliding his tongue over it, tasting the water and the ghost of a familiar taste, as if he was kissing your skin. He completely forgot how weird this was as he watched your face collapse a little into desperation, crying out his name.

He did suddenly remember when the suction cups started sucking on his palm.

“Oh!”

He let go, startled. You instantly yanked your tentacle back, pouting at him.

“Sorry, I just… there are little suction cups… uh…”

Jimin was not a pervert.

He wasn’t!

Jimin’s mind, however. Jimin’s brain did whatever he wanted. He could no nothing about his brain thinking up stuff. He could do nothing about the forceful compulsion of wanting to take off his pants either. That was all that weird water’s fault. And your tits being squashed together as you crossed your arms at him. And the tentacles. Wait, no. Not the tentacles. Yes, the tentacles. No, brain, stop that right now! His pants and underwear and shoes and socks were on the ground now and he was slipping into the water, you backing up warily, still pouting a little bit.

Ask for the tentacle handy, Jimin.

He was in the water now. His brain and the water compelled him to speak.

“Could you, uh… jack me off with one of them?”

You raised one of your tentacles. “This?”

“Yeah?” Slow, crafty smile. “There’s no reason not to try, right?”

Future Jimin would question present Jimin’s sanity but at the moment present Jimin was too horny to think straight. You swam towards him, the appendages floating behind you, swirling in the water, gleaming blue and green and even a tinge of pink, coming closer, face to face, familiar closeness of you and him. Lips too enticing not to kiss, and he fell into the touch, kissing you deeply, his hands gliding up your sides and pulling your closer, one arm against your back and the other on your breasts, playing with them, gasping as he felt the tentacles slide over his skin, three wrapping around him, the last curving around his neglected hardness under the water, enveloping him in slick tightness.

The tip brushed against his balls, tiny suction cups clinging on and massaging him.

“O-Oh, fuck…” he gasped against your lips.

It was very strange.

It felt incredible.

“Is it weird if I like it?” he whispered to your lips.

You paused. “Little bit.”

“Okay.”

Silence except running water.

“Keep going,” he whispered against your cheek.

Look, someone could judge him of they wanted, but guess what? He didn’t have to tell anyone about this! Ha! It was part of the waiver and contract that he signed earlier, so no one was ever going to know that Park Jimin was into tentacle sex. Pfft. Wasn’t like anyone was watching or reading an autobiography about his life, right?

Right?

R-RIGHT?!

Any further mental breakdown was quashed by your tentacles moving – don’t judge okay, it felt very nice and very slippery and very sensual, do not judge! – all over his quivering length, followed by the pulsing massage of the suction cups on his balls, making him gasp and become harder as you built up the pace, faster and faster, wound tightly around him and aided by the water. The other tentacles slid down his back, small sucking sensations like kisses all over his skin, teasing his ass and thighs, winding around him and cradling him in the water, forcing his legs open wider to expose more skin to tease and suck. In between his inner thighs, right behind his nuts, around his asshole, holy fucking shit, like pulsing kisses that roughly stimulated and caused his nerves to spark alive. The noises he was making were absolutely vulgar and lewd and depraved, moans and cries and hiking sobs with how good it was. He was achieving orgasm at an alarmingly fast rate, sensitive skin being stimulated in places he didn’t even know were erogenous zones, clutching your breasts for something to hold, because heaven knew – actually, hopefully not, heaven, please ignore – he was at his limit.

“I can’t… oh my God… fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

Jimin was an angel.

Except when he was fucking.

“Fuck!”

He thrust his hips up strongly, causing a large splash, gasping for air, tentacles raising him out of the water and forcing him to watch the aggressive stream of his own orgasm shooting into the air, thick white bursts that rained down on the blue tentacle wrapped around his jolting cock, slipping off and hitting the clear water in large plops, clouding it with white and little swimmers that were not, in fact, going to find any potential fertilization mates.

You know.

Jimin always thought that if he really wanted to, he could make some awesome porn.

Just saying.

You swam over and opened your mouth. He whined softly as your tongue wrapped around the trembling head, sucking off what was clinging to it, pink muscle sliding out and circling him all over, blue tentacle turning slightly and increasing the sucking sensation all over his trembling length. His skin tingled and throbbed, begging for more.

Him too, because he was moaning your name and squirming in the tentacles, running his hands all over them and making you whine on his dick.

“Jimin…”

Through some strange turn of mysterious events that were really not that mysterious other than you and Jimin being massively horny, you both clambered back onto land, and Jimin gripped your hips, entering your pussy from behind, sliding into slick hot wetness with a lustful gasp as your tentacles circled his body, two wrapping around him and attaching to his chest. The other two curved around him and spread his ass.

And thus, he began to pound you as your suction cups sucked on his nipples, his balls, and his entire ass crack.

Listen.

Jimin was not going to sit around and waste time questioning if he should be doing things or not based on whether or not it was weird. He did things because they felt good to do and as long as it wasn’t hurting anyone, why the fuck not? Weird was relative anyway. Yes, he was going to take full advantage of the tentacles.

“Oh, shit, do I have to pull–”

“Jimin, I have fucking tentacles, I don’t think pregnancy is a thing here!”

“Okay, just checking!”

With that out of the way, Jimin firmly gripped your ass and railed your tight little pussy.

“Fuck, yes, harder, fuck me, Jimin, fuck me!”

You thrust back against him and he nearly doubled over from the force, your suckers clinging onto him and pulsing his nipples and balls, making him see stars in his periphery at the overwhelming electric pleasure, gasping for breath, driving his rock-hard dick into you with as much wild force that he could muster.

“You–” Smack! “Always–” Smack! “Make–” Smack! “Me–” Smack! “Do–” Smack! Smack! Smack! “So much work!” Smack! Slurp! “What the–oh my, holy shit, oooooooh, fuuuck, yeeeeeees!”

The tip of one of your tentacles was working his ass, sliding in, suction cups on the inside of the tight ring of muscle, like licking kisses, and any possible reservations, hell, any possible brain cells that were not fully focused on railing you were immediately ripped from their duties to experience the absolute bliss that was his ass being sucked and fucked, along with his nipples being flicked, his nuts being slickly massaged, and, finally, his twitching cock being buried into your heated tightness, clenched and squeezed with avid, consuming passion.

Jimin managed to weakly gasp out your name before it turned into a high-pitched, sensual wail of pure ecstasy, pumping his orgasm into you with harsh ruts of his hips, throwing his head back and sending a spray of water all over the flowers.

You moaned his name, long and wanton, and squelched around him, leaking a copious amount of sweet-smelling cum all over his nuts and your own tentacles.

“W… Wow…”

“Ack… It’s c-cold not in the water…”

“Let’s get back into the water.”

“Jimin, wah!”

kim taehyung.

He was surrounded by trees.

Big, expansive trees with no leaves. They seemed to grow out of the walls, emerging from the panels of peeling wallpaper. Branches bent up into the ceiling, disappearing again. He ran his fingers over them, feeling the rough texture of the bark. They seemed real, or at least, a very well-made art installation, maybe a commentary of humanity coexisting with nature.

Kim Taehyung spied a small purple flower high above him, seemingly growing on one of the branches.

He scratched his head.

“Jimin? Jungkook?”

No answer.

He walked forward, careful to avoid the raised roots, making his way down the hall. He expected a haunted house to have fake bats, actors dressed as zombies, something like that, but instead he stumbled in the darkness until he found this weird hallway of trees, strangely beautiful, following the glowing veins within the trunks. They glowed a soft greenish-blue with tinges of pink.

It reminded him of an aurora borealis.

Taehyung was not fond of the unknown in the darkness, but the iridescent light calmed him.

He wondered where everyone went. They had all gotten separated in that big room after entering those two doors. Maybe that had been the intended purpose. He had panicked at first, but calmed when he saw the trees and the light. He didn’t expect a place like this inside here. It was well done. He stepped through the thickest part, coming to a clearing.

Or rather, a large, enormous room that seemed to have a huge tree growing in the center.

The branches were leafless and covered in draping white cobwebs.

He paused, looking around him. These walls also had trees embedded in them, winding up, up, into the blackness. There were tiny lights floating around him and, with a start, he realized they were fireflies, pulsing waves of gold that matched the pulse of the green-blue veins of the trees. He stepped inside and the fireflies and veins lit his path, showing him the patches of ground with the least amount of twisting roots, leading him to the center tree.

He stopped in front of it, curious.

The veining in this tree was sizable, much bigger than the rest.

Taehyung reached out, touching it.

He did not expect the texture. He expected it to be hard like dried sap or crystal, but it was smooth and silky. It reminded him of something. His fingertips traced the vein, trying to remember.

Skin.

It reminded him of your skin.

Weird.

He removed his hand, frowning.

He didn’t dislike being reminded of your skin. On the contrary. He missed your touch and your feel under his fingertips, missed the smell of your hair, your fingers locked with his. It was an incomparable feeling and he often let himself be caught up in it. Maybe too much. You were sometimes reckless – like someone he knew – clever – like someone he knew – insanely hot – like someone he knew – highly skilled – like, alright, never mind, yes, point was, you reminded him of his friends, except better because he wanted to put his dick in you and you greatly encouraged him to do so.

Did you know though?

Did you know that your very touch caught him so?

Taehyung looked up and saw the cobwebs again. He shivered. Hopefully there wasn’t any spiders. The fireflies were nice. He could handle them gently floating around, hovering above him.

Skitter.

He spun around at the noise, tripping.

“Woah!”

He threw out his hands, catching himself on the tree, skidding a little, almost falling. Whew. He straightened, pulling his hands away.

Threads of silk clung to them.

“Hm?” He shook his hands aggressively. “Argh. Stop it. Get off.”

“Do you need help?”

“Ah, yeah, if you could–”

Taehyung jerked his head up, stopping himself mid-sentence, jaw dropping at the sight in front of him.

You perched on four, spindly, black insect legs, body hovering in the air, covered in a short, gauzy white dress. Hair wild, pushed back, eyes wide and almond-shaped, black, accompanied by, um, dots on your forehead and under your eyes, no, those aren’t dots, Taehyung, he thought to himself with a whimper, seeing the gleam in them.

Three extra pairs of eyes.

“Aaa… what…?”

He did not have words as you creeped forward on your segmented legs protruding from your back, not just any insect, Taehyung could put two and two together, cobwebs, eight eyes, four human limbs and four arachnid ones coming out of your back to hold you up as you carefully, carefully, advanced.

Spider.

You were a spider.

“What… why… how…?” he sputtered, too many questions and only able to croak out the inquiring words, completely forgetting about his web-covered hands.

You lowered yourself to your human feet, stepping down in front of him. “Er, well, you’re not going to believe this, but I’ve had a lot of different… bodies today.”

His mind reeled. “W-What is happening…? Are you real? Is this a dream?”

“Am I real? Um, not sure. I don’t think this is my real body. It feels like I’m borrowing it. Is this a dream? I don’t think so. It doesn’t feel like a dream. Like…”

You reached for him and Taehyung was torn between moving away or leaning forward so he just froze as you touched his cheek and pressed your lips to his, a kiss he remembered, sighing softly at the warmth, the plush lips, yes, this kiss was familiar and definitely yours. He stopped seeing all other people because of your kiss, and he knew it well now.

You drew back, exhaling deeply. “See?”

“Y-Yeah…”

But you still had too many limbs.

“But why are you a… spider?” he asked, frowning.

“I think that’s your test.”

Taehyung tilted his head. “But I’m not Hoseokie-hyung. I’m not scared of bugs. Er, I don’t like them, but I’m not scared…” he mumbled, shifting his eyes.

“I’m not sure it has to do with a personal fear.” You scratched your cheek thoughtfully. “Actually, I don’t know if it has to do with anything. Maybe the great joke is that it’s actually random and people expect it to have meaning so they craft all these theories and think they know the answer.”

Taehyung blinked at you. “You should like you’re theorizing about an idol group’s music video.”

You laughed. “Ahahaha, like those music videos that have a whole entire alternate universe in them? That would be wacky, huh?”

For some reason, both of you looked up at the ceiling, into the blackness above.

Then you both looked back to each other, frowning.

“We wouldn’t know anything about alternate universes, right?”

“No. Because this is the real universe.”

“I’m not really a spider though,” you countered.

Taehyung waved his hands dismissively. “Well, some weird hallucination is happening, but you’re still very attractive and look cool even if spider ladies are definitely not my kink,” he added hastily. You blinked at him, all eight eyes.

He was not sure if he was trying to convince himself or convince you.

“So, um… am I supposed to un-spiderfy you? Or something? Is there a magic spell?” he offered, scratching his head. “Is there some way to reverse this?”

You sucked in a breath hesitantly. Uh oh. You only made that face when you didn’t want to tell him something. Like that one time you ate all his chocolate because you were on your period and the other time you finally admitted to fucking Jungkook… in his bedroom, because Jimin had invited him over and Jimin sure as hell wasn’t going to let Jungkook use his bedroom when he was right there.

Yeah.

Taehyung was still a little salty about that one.

“Do you want to the good news or the bad news?” you finally decided to start off with.

He frowned. “Good news.”

“You don’t have to use a condom. Eh?” You grinned.

That was good news. He raised his eyebrows. “Wait…”

“Er, yeah, bad news… I think you’re gonna have to fuck me as a spider lady.”

Dead silence.

WHOOSH.

A gust of wind blew past you and him.

“WHAT?!” Taehyung roared. “No!”

You recoiled a little, spider legs wiggling sheepishly. “Yeaaaaaaah… I mean… The alternative is to be here forever… with me… as a spider lady… and just sit there and starve, I guess.”

He felt the blood drain out of his face. “Wuh…”

You shrugged gingerly. “Because that would mean you failed the test. It’s in the waiver.”

Taehyung recalled that large, barely legible piece of paper he quickly signed in the dark. “I thought… that was just safety and guidelines and stuff…” he mumbled, feeling more and more life drain out of him.

You nodded quickly. “It is! And other stuff too… Fine print and all… It did say you wouldn’t die! Just sit there and exist…” You rubbed the back of your head. “It’s not so bad. Everyone else did it.”

He jerked back, hand on his chest. “Everyone else fucked spider you?”

“No, no, no, I was… other things…”

He blinked slowly. “What… other things?”

You winced. “Can’t say. That’s confidential.”

He squinted at you accusingly.

“It is! You can’t talk about what happens! I said that in very beginning.”

Okay. Okay, Taehyung. He just has to fuck spider you. Yeah. You can do that. She’s still her. She’s still very pretty. Still a great kisser. He paced from side to side. But she has so many eyes. He glanced up. Still eight. So many eyes. And the extra legs. He looked down at his hands, still with silken threads of cobwebs.

He lifted his hands. “What about this?”

“Oh, here.”

And then you spat on his hands.

Taehyung jumped, startled at the stream of silk that suddenly shot of your mouth, winding around his hands and sticking to the threads. You reached over and wound your hand around it and the silk slid off, a strange consistency that stuck to itself but not to his skin, clearing it off.

“Apparently there’s different kinds,” you explained, chucking the ball of thread away. “I can make it stick only to itself and not to you, I can make it super sticky, less sticky, and so on.”

Pause.

“Isn’t it supposed to come out of your butt?” Taehyung blurted.

“The Doctor said that maybe you wouldn’t like it if I shat on your hands. Creative liberties.”

“Ah. Right.”

But they thought it would be great if you were a spider.

“So, uh, there’s no bed…”

“Well…”

Seconds later.

Taehyung stared at you, deadpan.

“You gotta be shitting me.”

“It’s very strong! Just trust!”

Taehyung did not trust this giant web in the tree with an iota of his being. Absolutely not. Never mind that you strung out a thick silken strand and hoisted him up here by the waist with your extra legs and nimble spider strength. He was sitting on this web and it was supporting his weight and it was soft, but he was not going to fuck on a spider web.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temple, trying to process that he had just thought that. That he had to think that. That it was even an option in life to think that. That you were a spider hovering his body with your actual spider legs and weaving out more and more silvery strands from your mouth like you were the rainbow vomit Instagram filter, except instead of cute rainbows, it was glossy spider silk.

“What are you doing.”

Not a question. A statement demanding an answer.

“Mmphf?” You spat out a little to cut the strands off. “M… Making pillows?”

Pillows.

This was really happening.

“Did you make this web?”

Your cheeks flushed pink. “Y… Yeah. When I was waiting for you. I thought it would be comfier than fucking on the floor.” You looked down. “It’s kinda bumpy with all the trees and stuff.”

Oh. He felt bad now for some reason. Get a grip, Taehyung. She’s only part spider. And not even an ugly one. She’s still cute. You’re not gonna die. That was part of the fine print, so even if this is dangerous or whatever, there’s magic protecting you. He wasn’t sure if that was true or not, but the whole point was to fuck, not to die, right? He wasn’t going to become Mr. Skelly. That’s what the Doctor said. Crazy? Likely. A liar? Not yet, it seemed.

He just had to trust you.

Taehyung could do that.

“Come here,” he said, making his voice low and gravelly.

You tied off your last pillow and skittered over to him with an armful of soft fluffy silk pillows, dropping them around him. “Hm?”

“You gotta take this off,” he chuckled, tugging at the tie of your dress.

“You too,” you frowned, pulling up his sweater.

It was almost normal, the act of pulling off clothes, first his sweater, and then popping out of it, his hair floating down and you leaning in for a kiss, eyes – all of your eyes, thankfully – closing, falling back into the pillows, wow, they were actually very soft and lovely to lay on, caressing your chin, tracing his finger down, down. The tie of your dress was undone and it flared open, some kind of wrap dress for easy access, nice, and Taehyung kissed down your neck like usual, outlining the curve of your breasts with his tongue, closer and closer, your body quivering over him and small cries in your throat, his lips closing around your nipple, tugging at the other, toying with the hard nub using his tongue, adding saliva, nice and wet, sucking noisily, smirking as you cried out and whimpered, tangling your fingers in his hair, circled by fireflies above your head like a halo, raining light down on you.

He only remembered you had spider legs when he tried to pull away the dress and you yelped, “Ow!”

“W-What? What did I do?” he panicked, feeling the resistance.

“T-The legs…”

He pulled back and saw the spider legs quivering, perched on the web.

You turned around and showed him that they were attached to the middle of your back, the dress tangled in them since there was an open hole for them to poke though.

“Oh, uh, hold on…”

“Just rip it off, Tae,” you whined. “I can make another one.”

“Rip your dress?” he asked worriedly.

“Yeah. You can’t do it?”

He furrowed his brows, gripping the two sides of the dress.

“Of course, I can.”

And he bunched the thin gauzy fabric and grunted with effort, actually much stronger fibers than he thought, and ripped the dress into two clean pieces, causing it to fall off your back and slip down your hips, fluttering to the web.

“Woah…”

You turned around sighing contentedly. “Thanks.”

And then you spat at his wrists and pinned them to the web.

“H-Hey!”

You grinned mischievously as he struggled, trying to free himself. With a jolt, Taehyung realized the quality of this string was much stronger and sticker. It fused with the web and kept him there, and the more he squirmed, the more it stuck, gasping as you slid down and stilled his thrashing legs with your extra appendages, removing the rest of his clothes with ease, pushing them aside, mouth opening, thin sticky strands sticking to his hips, pinning them down.

“W-Whoa!”

Pink tongue, red mouth, leaning down, lapping at his already hard cock, heat in his cheeks as he realized his cock was twitching, reacting to being tied down. Wet muscle circling him, strands leaving your mouth, spindling out, your fingertips touching your mouth and your wandering tongue, winding them around his cock, and then fanning your fingertips, hovering next to your head.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

Taehyung gasped and moaned at the sudden vibrating sensation that overtook his cock and balls.

“Oh, how did you, fuuuuuuuck!”

Every movement of your fingertips dancing made his cock literally tremble at the multiplying sensations of pleasure that thundered up his spine and into his head, craning his head to see your mouth descend, his stiff length getting even harder, moaning deep in his chest as wave after wave of mind-numbing vibration combined with the constriction of your mouth, the wetness of your saliva, the heat of your throat, your extra spider legs supporting your body weight, your head bobbing up and down, tight, fast, quivering layers and nuances of ecstasy.

Trapped in the throes of dazed euphoria, Taehyung had a vague thought that you were puppeteering his dick while sucking it and that was an incredibly erotic thought for someone who did not think he had a spider lady kink.

“I’m gonna cum, oh, f-fuck, I’m gonna cuuuuuuum…!”

Your tongue slithered up to the tip of his cock and smacked the shivering slit, sending him over the edge.

Taehyung threw his head back and moaned your name so loud that it resonated around the room, thundering it with his baritone voice, shooting a vicious amount of hot cum down your even hotter throat, his eyes rolling back as you gulped it down greedily, plush lips closing around the head and lapping it off, his hips flinching but unable to move, glued to the web, his back arching to try and get more in your mouth and sighing gratefully as you went back down again, tongue and mouth working him, shooting him into starry-eyed bliss.

He just came while getting his dick Mister Geppetto-ed.

And it was fucking amazing.

Taehyung would no longer question why the main characters in anime were into the monster chick.

He gasped, lost in the haze of afterglow while you spun more spider silk from your mouth and removed the hip restraints and the excess threads around his nether regions, plucking off the silk handcuffs as well.

“L-Let me fuck you,” he panted, rolling out of the way so you could lay down, looking up at him with too many eyes, actually, you know what, he was beginning to like the extra attention, more spotlight for him, right, placing his hands on the web and positioning himself over you, testing the spring of the spiderweb bed. It was surprisingly sturdy. Okay.

Maybe he would die.

But he would die while being in pussy, so he was going to take that trade.

Taehyung was the kind of man who would die for pussy, yes.

“Let’s get it,” he chuckled, grinning.

You bit your lower lip and smirked, guiding him inside you.

“Oooh, fuck, yes,” he groaned, sliding into the wetness. “You liked sucking my dick, huh?”

“You know I love stuffing your dick into my mouth.”

He wiggled his eyebrows and smacked the rest of his length into you, watching your back arch and listening to your wanton moan, the silk web immediately springing back up, smacking your hips back into him, burying him balls deep inside you instantly.

“Ah, f-fuck!”

He had not expected the spring back, and it added extra strength to his thrusts, something your seemed to like because your pussy was spasming around his length. With a sharp inhale, he realized your spider legs had closed around his body, scratching down his back, a surreal, erotic sensation, pinpointed pleasure from his upper back to his ass, adding to his sensations, pushing your legs up onto his shoulders, bending you in half, yes, fuck, yes, this was it, this depth, this constriction, your spider legs on his back and your hands on his chest, fingertips all over his muscle, don’t stop, Tae, don’t stop, fuck, you’re so good, so good at fucking me, so happy that you remembered he liked the praise and the touches and the way you pushed your head back into the pillows and thrust back against him, mounting desire, explosive sparks, bursts of light under his eyelids. Wet precise smacks, hips to hips, skin to skin, name to name, your voice calling him and his deeper one groaning yours, closer, closer, there.

“S-So, goooooood, Tae!”

The flash of pleasure extended to glimmers of intense waves, roughly grunting your name and thrusting into you, spilling his orgasm deep inside, your own splattering onto his inner thighs and balls, soaking him with sweetness, surrounded by silk, encased in your tight, pulsing walls that wrapped around his entire length, sucking his cum out, every steady thrust thereafter with a dirty squelch of cramming it back into you.

“O… One more…” he gasped, arms shaking.

“We… We can’t stop until everyone is done anyway…”

Never in his life did Taehyung think, I want to fuck the spider lady again.

Until now.

jeon jungkook.

At the end of the rainbow was the color purple.

At the end of the aurora borealis was uncertainty.

Jeon Jungkook looked up at the ceiling of the room he was in and saw cascading rays of green, blue, and a tinge of pink, shifting between each other. There was no indication of a physical ceiling, just blackness adorned with shimmers of lights, soft waves that melded into one another.

He stepped inside, mesmerized.

Somehow, he was separated from the others, but he didn’t mind that much. He simply wandered the blackness, searching for them quietly, keeping his guard up just in case. His pumpkin sunglasses where in his pocket now.

Jungkook wasn’t afraid of the dark. He didn’t have many fears. They were more abstract than physical.

Such as being unloved.

He did not have to worry about that anymore though, because he had people that loved him and showed him all that time. Jungkook knew that, so he always gave it his all in everything he did to show his appreciation for it. He saved life’s moments in film, small things, delicate seconds in video or a mere instant in a photograph.

Some things, however, like these glowing lights, could never be captured in full with current technology and would need to be seen and experienced in person.

He had the sudden thought that he wished he wasn’t alone, that he wished he could show this to someone, someone he liked to take photos of and hold in his arms and rest his head on their shoulder and breathe in the scent of warm comfort.

His muse.

And.

Jungkook liked to squeeze your tits while hugging you too, but he was trying to romanticize the moment.

He smiled to himself, chuckling at the thought, and looked down, checking out the room around him. A stack of books. A gold framed mirror that was so tarnished that he couldn’t see his reflection. Shelves with strange little knickknacks, among them the shed skin of a rattlesnake and a sun-shaped pewter emblem with a weird-looking smiley face. A small pot with a bed of pastel flowers and a leafless tree growing out of it, the tops of the branches covered in spiderwebs.

Huh.

That was a weird assortment of shit.

He spied something on the ground. The flooring here was unique, with matte and glossy tiles that created a pattern of circles and symbols. He didn’t recognize them as any sort of language. Step by step, following the circles, watching the glimmering lights above reflect off the gloss and create it glow underneath his sneakers. Before he knew it, he was at the center of the room, looking back up at the lights that now seemed to slowly blend into more and more green, almost minty.

“What a weird place,” he muttered.

“It’s like the color of your hair.”

“Yeah.”

Hm. That voice sounded familiar.

Wait.

Jungkook jumped, whipping his head around.

He saw white.

His eyes widened.

White fur tails, floating in the air. They curled around him, beside him, all moving independently of each other, thick and fluffy. He counted them. Nine. He recognized the scent as they circled around him, gasping softly as they grazed his body and jaw, turning as he realized they were swirling in a specific direction, following them. The familiar scent, the softness, the gentle touches, and the want brewed inside him, spellbound by the movement of nine white tails.

He called your name longingly.

“Hey, Jungkook.”

He turned his head one final time and there you were.

You tilted your head at him, pointed white fox ears tipped in black. “You look really cute today.”

He felt his ears heat, shyness suddenly overtaking him. “A-Ah… thanks…”

You had told him that, earlier, while in his room while getting ready. And he had touched you all over, definitely more than he should, making both of you late, but how could he not? How could he not want to see you move on him, for him, with him? Jungkook hadn’t been a virgin the first time he fucked you, but it was obvious you had more experience than he did by the way you moved and your confidence. It awed him, it inspired him, it was addictive to him, your body line, so intoxicating that he wanted to capture it in photos and in film, innocently at first, simply the way you laid beside him or the way you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, graceful, stunning, surreal, and then, later, the not-so-innocent, lustful moments were beautiful too, so he wanted them all.

It was greedy, but when Jungkook liked something, he wanted to explore aspects of it and you were no exception.

The nine white fox tails surrounded your body, covering select areas, the rest bare, your skin glowing from the light above you and him, green, blue, tinges of pink, the majesty of the aurora nothing compared to the majesty of how fiercely Jungkook wanted to fuck you right now.

He craned his neck and tried to see more of your tits or even a peek of your pussy.

“Jungkook?”

“Hm?”

“You’re not going to ask why I’m a kumiho? Or why I’m here? Or what’s going on?”

He shook his head. “Nope.” He continued to tick his head about, quirking his eyebrows when he saw a quarter of your nipple. Nice!

“Are you not curious?” you pressed.

“Not really, no.”

You looked up at the ceiling and grumbled. “Hm, that’s why you said you didn’t have to enchant horniness on him. Then why even give me a different form? What’s the point?”

“Can I touch you?” He interrupted your apparent monologue. “You’re naked.”

You looked back down at him. “That I am.”

He gave you his most adorable, eager grin. “Can I touch you? Please?”

You squinted, suspicious. “I feel like you should be more surprised or weirded out. I’m weirded out that you’re not weirded out.”

Ah, well, Jungkook knew how to get you off this train of thought and into his pants.

“Please,” he breathed, making his tone soft and needy, murmuring your name with slight desperation and irresistible want. “Wanna touch you, please.”

He watched you inhale sharply and bite your lower lip, pupils expanding.

Got you.

“Okay, Jungkook,” you exhaled, hot and heavy. “Touch me.”

The tails unfurled and he immediately dove into the softness, hungry kiss and hands all over you, moaning into your mouth, the feel of your tongue electric, your naked body pressed to his thin white shirt, whining in his throat, desperate to feel skin on skin, but too preoccupied with your kiss to strip yet, running his fingers through your hair, stroking the fox ears.

They were firmly attached to your head.

A little weird, but, eh?

Jungkook knew he was a fuck first, ask questions later kind of guy. That would definitely get him into trouble – and did when he was younger, oops – which was why he often thought too long and too hard about who to fuck. He knew once he was in it, he was in it, and he didn’t want to develop a fuckboy kind of image.

Okay, he got the completed tattoo sleeve and the piercings and all that, but that was after you.

Because he often thought very long and very hard about his decisions, he sometimes deferred to his hyungs for advice on certain things. He didn’t want to fuck some random girl and find out she had stalker tendencies or that gross habit of bragging to everyone who she fucked, so the best idea was to nudge his hyungs for some help. You didn’t tell anybody about who you fucked, which was why all six of his friends had already bonked you. Well then. You also liked shy guys. Well.

Jungkook used to be a shy guy.

Not a Shy Guy, but a nervous male teenager.

Er.

Moving on.

Once he had a good thing going, it was much easier to get all the tattoos and piercings he wanted, because the one he was fucking on a consistent basis encouraged him to do so. Verbally and sexually. Not that he needed anyone to validate him, but the amazing sex came with an equally amazing friend that also supported his addiction of getting poked repeatedly.

It accelerated the process a little, to put it lightly.

Your tongue traced his lip ring, moaning into his mouth sensually.

“F-Fuck, Jungkook, you’re so sexy…”

You had a little fur – for the moment? – so what? Jungkook had a lot of people who didn’t like how he looked on a regular basis. So what? Furry or not, you were hot as hell, and he let you know, stroking your fox ears, kissing down your neck, making you moan under his lips, pressing the metal of the lip ring into your throat, savoring that shudder, lower, sliding his hands down, tracing your breasts, pushing them together and lapping at your cleavage, looking up at you innocently, he knew you liked that from the way you bit your lip and crumbled a little at his gaze. He loved it, the toughness that slowly eroded away when you encountered him, sighing as the soft tails surrounded him, circling your nipple with the tip of his tongue, expert precision and pressure, closing his lips in, fuck, the taste, so erotic and special that he closed his eyes and focused on it, the swirl of his tongue, the sound of your cries, his name in your voice, everything, especially the taste. One side, then the other, looking up to see you watching him, pleasure soaked in your beautiful features.

He didn’t care what you were, mirage, illusion, dream, he treated it as reality.

All Jungkook wanted to do was to make you feel good and, for you to know, he had to show you.

You pulled him back up to kiss him again, and this was his utopia.

“Too many clothes,” you mumbled, pushing his jacket off his shoulders, dumping it to the floor. “You’ll get sweaty.”

“You like it when I get sweaty,” he teased, parting slightly to tug off his shirt, tossing it aside, collecting you in his arms and moaning with you as your hard, wet nipples touched his chest, wrapped in the softness of your nine tails.

“I like you naked and sweaty, not clothed and sweaty,” you retorted, rubbing yourself against him, ah, the seduction of your every move, that look in your face when you knew you were making him feel good, a little smug and pleased, your hands pressed to his toned muscle, gliding up his sides, gripping his shoulders.

Jungkook stared into your eyes, mesmerized.

The wavering lights above him made your pupils glow green, then blue, then with shimmers of pink, surreal, and he saw himself in them, minty green hair, only him, your eyes on him.

“The fox lady look is super sexy,” he purred, leaning down, forehead to forehead. “I dig it.”

“You know the stories,” you teased, soft growl in your chest that made his heart race. “I’m supposed to seduce you and then take your liver.”

“Oh no, please don’t,” he whined playfully. “Then I can’t drink anymore.”

You laughed, rubbing his nose against yours. “Your liver does more than work hard when you get piss drunk with Jimin and Taehyung.”

“Yeah, it works hard when I get piss drunk with Yoongi-hyung too.”

Jungkook drew closer as you laughed, soaking himself in your happiness.

“Besides, you’ve already seduced me from day one.”

Your lips smiled against his lips.

“Oh? You seduced me too with your trickster ways. I seriously thought you were a virgin.”

He lowered the octave of his voice, his hands falling to your hips at your delightful shiver.

“Just according to keikaku.”

Your snort of laughter was silenced by his kiss, falling back into the passion once more, so easy, it was so easy to play around and then be in the heat of the moment again, his hands on the fullness of your hips, tracing circles, your hands falling back down, fingertips on his upper arms, igniting his skin with your touch, his hands dancing inward, smirking as your breathing hitched, your touch falling to his forearms, gripping them tight when his fingers slipped between your legs, sighing at the wetness that greeted him, slick and sweet, dipping his fingers in, Jungkook, please, and he couldn’t say no, he just couldn’t, whining with you, sinking two fingers in, rubbing his knuckle against the pulsing nub, your whines of pleasure in his mouth, sucking on his tongue, needing him, slow pace, his thumb rubbing your clit, your juices sticking to his knuckles and tattoos, his muse painting him with arousal.

“Open your eyes. Look at me.”

Your lashes lifted and you gazed at him with glazed orbs, full of pleasure and stuffed with his fingers, clutching his forearms and fox tails wisping on his skin, such pure white fur, one hand letting go, him gasping as your hand cupped him through his pants, massaging his throbbing hardness through the layers.

“T-Take it out,” he whined, humping your hand, wanting more.

“Make me cum first,” you challenged, opening your legs a little wider, gripping him a little tighter.

Jungkook loved a challenge.

Faster, harder, finding that spot, ah, yes, the one that made your lashes flutter and produce those needy gasps, holding onto him, stubbornly still stroking him through his pants, but he was pushing you closer and closer to the edge, clutching your ass with one hand and shoving the other inside you, your free hand sliding back up, sinking into his hair, squirming and clenching around his fingers, wetter, louder, both voice and thrusts, covered in shimmers of light and staring into his eyes.

“Jungkook, fuck…”

He watched your plush lips part and felt the hot exhale of your sweet moan, moaning with you as he felt your hips buck and spill viscous nectar onto his hand, seeping into his palm, throbs pulsating around his fingers, the delicious scent enticing him, your hands flying down, fumbling with the button and the zipper, yanking everything down, and he couldn’t wait anymore, pulling his fingers out with a gasp, closing his wet hand around his stiff length.

“A-Ah, feels so fucking good…” he panted, using your cum to pump himself, slippery and slick, wishing it was your pussy. “Ugh, I wish I had a condom, fuck…”

A sly smile crossed your features.

“Hey, Jungkook.”

“Mmm?”

“The Doctor said this isn’t my real body. It’s just a magical copy. I can feel everything, but it’s not actually happening to my real body, so…”

Lightbulb. “I can go in raw?”

You grinned, foxlike and mischievous. “Yup.”

He immediately tackled you to the ground.

“Ow, the tails!”

“Oh, shit, you still feel pain, okay, hold on–”

His solution was to lift your legs and the nine fox tails popped out, splaying out from under you, tailbone now off the ground.

“How’s that?”

“Much better, but how – a-ah, Jungkook!”

He slid into you with a groan, gasping at the harsh, wet tightness that engulfed him, somewhat having to maneuver his legs and fuck you with a slight push-up stance, but Jungkook worked out for a reason and that reason was, of course, to fuck.

“Oh my God…”

Deep, fuck, hard, yes, rough, right there, feeling it all over, inescapable throbs and a steady rhythm, you pushing back so that it was wild but not pounding you into the tile because that would hurt, matching his pace, fuck, you were always so good at that, so good at squeezing him and fucking him back, it always made him feel so wanted, so needed, so much ecstasy in watching you moan for him and he couldn’t help it, he let go too, tumbling into the passion, no need to be cocky or put up any fronts, it was too good and you looked too good, your hands flying up, pressing your palms into the ground and tits bouncing in his face, everything he liked, face, body, your voice calling his name, and he was already close, it wasn’t fair, it just wasn’t fair how tightly your pussy massaged him all over and how good it felt inside you.

“Gonna cum, please cum with me, fuck, please…!”

“Ah, Jungkook, yes, there, mmm, fuck, I’m cumming, Jungkook!”

Double gasp, double jolt, slap of hip to crotch and flinching bodies, your cum painting his crotch and inner thighs and his orgasm shooting inside you, thick, jerking pumps that filled you up, driving him insane, so good that his eyes rolled back into his head, throwing his head back, his hair nearly touching his shoulder blades, surrounded by writhing white fox tails.

Maybe you did drain some life out of him, because, holy shit, this must be nirvana.

Flump!

He started, snapping his head back, looking around when he heard the sound, still balls deep in your pussy. A pile of extra-large faux fur pillows was now scattered around you and him all of a sudden. Gray, white, beige. What? Those hadn’t been there before.

You were yelling at the ceiling of lights.

“Oi! We could have used those earlier! Jerk.”

Jungkook didn’t question where they came from. His dick was too busy perking back up at the thoughts of new positions now that there were pillows. Fuck first, ask questions later.

That was his motto.

Er.

Other than, I’d rather die than live without passion.

In some ways, kind of the same thing.

“Ah, we’re doing doggy now, oh, fuck, Jungkook!”

some time later…

You poked the unmoving bodies with the tip of your giant fake syringe.

“Guys. Hello? Guys?”

Kim Namjoon started, making you yelp at his sudden movement. He flailed his arms about, snapping his head around. He noticed you and looked you up and down hurriedly, staring at you like you had three heads. Or as if he was surprised that your one head was attached to your neck.

“Oh! There you are! Are you… oh, whew, you’re in one piece? That’s good, that’s good.”

Before you could reply back with a, “What?”, Kim Seokjin yelled your name so loudly that he woke himself up, clutching his face, his hands flying away as he realized you were right there in front of his very handsome face.

“Oh, jeez! Your face! Your face! It’s great! It’s there! What a face! I’m so glad you have your face!”

You clutched your syringe uneasily. “Uhhh…”

“Hah, look at those legs. You have beautiful, sexy legs,” said a sleepy, deep voice.

You whipped around to see Min Yoongi staring at your ass and giving you a thumbs-up.

“Um… thanks?”

“Ho!”

Jung Hoseok shot off the ground and immediately made a beeline for your skirt, shoving his head under it. It just so happened to be incredibly easy because you nurse dress was obscenely short and slutty.

“H-Hoseok! Not now!”

Your face burned hot as Hoseok shoved his face into your panty-covered crotch.

“You’re here and you’re perfect, hello human pussy…”

You bonked him on the head with the giant syringe and Hoseok yelped, yanking his head out and rubbing the top of his head, looking highly relieved.

“W-What’s gotten into you guys, I–”

You cut yourself off as Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung sat up and grabbed equal handfuls of your ass, staring at your behind.

“Oh, hey, Jimin. I was just… checking something.”

“Oh, haha, yeah, me too, just… checking out this ass, mhm, yup…”

“Hey, Jimin, would you say the ass one or two pieces?”

“I dunno, jiggle your side and we’ll test it.”

You swatted at them with your prop, dismayed that they were not letting go of your ass, twisting and squirming until a sudden presence was right in front of you, making your freeze in place, looking up at – gulp – shapely pecs, pretty lips with a mole under them, a shiny lip ring on the right side, and big brown eyes framed by a right eyebrow piercing and mint hair.

Jeon Jungkook cupped your face in his hands and kissed you lightly.

“You have always been perfect.”

Now your whole face was burning hotter than the surface of the sun.

A giant white beak appeared and poked between you and Jungkook.

“Gah!”

“Having fun?” the robotic voice cackled, pointing the plague doctor mask upwards and jiggling its shoulders merrily. “Going to leave me a raving review, aren’t you?” The beak abruptly jerked down, pointing at all of them. “Please do. Please. I need the money.”

“U-Uh, yeah! Totally! Um…” Namjoon scratched his head. “Are you even open during other times other than Halloween season?”

The beak bobbed merrily. “Yes, yes, by appointment only.”

“Ah…”

Yoongi sat up, raising an eyebrow. “We can’t elaborate about what happened though, can we?”

The beak shook solemnly.

“What happens in the Hell House, stays in the Hell House.”

Silence as everyone stared at each other with shifty eyes.

“Now, now, off you go! It’s getting late and you’ll miss the last train if you dilly-dally too long,” the Doctor ushered, shooing all of them off the floor, suddenly realizing that they were back at the front foyer, the door open and waiting for them. “Don’t forget to wave goodbye to Mr. Skelly, he doesn’t have friends. They’re all gone to the grave.”

There was that weird cackling laugh again until Yoongi piped up.

“He’s made of plastic. His friends are made in China.”

The laughter ceased and there was a big sigh. “Youth these days… What are your jokes? On TikTok? Is that what I have to do to get noticed these days? Dance challenges on TikTok?”

“Please don’t.”

“Don’t worry, Doc,” you cut in, pushing Yoongi out the door before he could comment any further. “I’ll be sure to tag you on Twitter and Instagram!”

“And Yelp!” the beak called after you. “Don’t forget Yelp!”

You all stumbled out of the house and into the night, yelling your goodbyes and waving furiously, cheerfully running down the stone pathway to the street and the bustling crowds of people walking past.

The Doctor sighed deeply, standing at the doorframe, waving back. Soon, you were all out of sight.

“Ah, that was nice. I haven’t experienced such peak fuck energy in a while.”

The gloved hand screwed the lid off of the silver thermos and poured some strong ginger tea into the lid, inhaling the aroma. The moon shone bright above. There was a strange glow around the tall black figure with the white plague doctor mask, a greenish-blue with a tinge of pink. If one looked closely, it almost resembled an aurora borealis with the shimmering waves of color.

The black gloved hand lifted the cup and hit the beak, sloshing the tea everywhere.

“Ow! Motherfuc–”

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#bts smut #bts x reader #bts x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jimin smut #jimin x reader #taehyung smut #taehyung x reader

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intangibly-here · 3 years

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if I'm let go now (i’ll just fade to blue)

xiao x gn!reader

⁃ scenario; 1.7k words ⁃ forest child!reader ⁃ angst ⁃ hurt no comfort

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he holds your heart (warm red, steadily beating) in his palms without even knowing.

title from chevy - floating.

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your first memory is one of a forest.

the emerald green canopy of draping leaves, the mossy trails dotted with mushrooms. the singing of birds, small sparrows and rounded bluejays, filling the skies. the dry bark pressed against your back, but a small form nestled in the hollow of a tree stump.

you are a child of the forest.

and as a child of the forest, one without origin, one without mortal ties, one that only knows itself and it’s own longing - you know deep inside your soul there is only one thing you’re looking for.

what that thing is, you’re unsure of;

nonetheless,

you must look for it.

and so you pick yourself up and travel.

distantly, you know you’ve lived these lives over and over again.

the very first one was as a sand-built traveler of the desert, born encircled by a patch of cacti. in that life, you had searched for an oasis, a single child by your side.

the child spoke of a land where plumes of magic spiraled through the lands, where islands remained suspended in time, hovering over grounds unchanging.

you smiled and patted the child on the head.

upon arriving at the oasis and returning the child to their family, you felt a tug. the tug was not one of great strength and painful efforts, but one of a gravitational force that exceeded physical abilities of all kinds.

you followed it, retracing your steps back to the ring of cacti.

where everything begins, everything similarly ends.

you crumble and dissolve into golden pools of sand.

of the endless trail of lives you’ve lived, most have become inescapably forgotten, merged into a blur that made them indistinguishable from one another.

the most memorable would be the one you’d lived last, as a wisp of a spirit clinging to the shoulder of an ethereal woman.

though in the midst of war, she remained a gentle, kind, innovative soul, always seeking to change for the better.

she was stunning.

and as you watched her live her life out, eventually (inevitably) returning once more to the field of glaze lilies, lain on the flowering plants to drift away, you wondered.

wondered how immortal beings could care so much about loss, when endings were only the relieving path of entering the cycle of reincarnation. the path to wipe clean the slate of life and start anew.

staring at the regal man kneeling by the goddess’ side, silent tears running down his face, you disappear with the wind.

as you travel, you slowly realize the world you’ve manifested in is not one of roaring vehicles nor bustling machinery like several before, but of the last one you’d visited, the one of the goddess and the heartbroken man.

you make your way back to the same land, where once stood a ruined fortress now stands a flourishing city. you can see how stalls line the sidewalks, even from where you stand on the cliffs of the outskirts, paved pathing making for a guide towards the entrance of the harbor.

as you’re thinking about how far this city has grown since you last walked the land, you catch sight of a quick-footed figure, alert and patrolling the vast land that is liyue.

this is who you’ve been looking for.

at first, it was just an obligatory interest. one that is duty-bound, directed by a play-writer hidden behind the boundaries of the world and tied together by the strings of fate.

then, as the weeks, months, and then years go by, you find yourself watching the little things he does, inadvertently noticing things you wouldn’t have realized without paying even closer attention.

the way that he protects the city both day and night, even when there are hundreds of other adventurers like yourself (a side job you’d picked up where you’d complete commissions whenever you were free) to do that.

the way he lets his short hair flow loose and untamed, the mark on his forehead only drawing out the elegance he exudes.

the way he’s quiet, caring even in the silence when he still suffers. the hope that you can ease his pain, even if only for a moment, with a comfortable silence.

it all makes your mind spiral out of control, your emotions coming undone from the container you had them sealed in.

you wonder what it is.

(you might have an inkling of the answer already.)

“today’s your birthday?”

you turn around, brightening slightly at the sight of the adeptus. you could get lost in the mirrors of his eyes if he would let you.

maybe he would let you.

“..something like that.”

you’d only revealed it last year when mrs. goldet had asked. it’s been a few years since you’ve made your way to this inn when you think about it.

he shifts where he stands for a moment, maybe a little nervously, and then presents you with a neatly wrapped gift box. he must’ve taken time with it.

“may i open it?”

he gives you a brief, confirming nod of his head.

when you undo the ribbon and carefully open the lid of the small box, you come to see a finely weaved butterfly of leaves.

you lift your gaze from the tiny creation, and xiao immediately looks to the side.

“take it. it’s an adepti amulet- staves off evil.”

you look at the reddened tips of his ears and the defensive scowl on his face and file it into the archive of your memories.

“thank you, xiao.”

“please hand this to xiao.”

you look at the packet the geo archon (zhongli, you learn he’s called) presses into your palms with utmost sincerity.

“it’s... to relieve his pain.”

your eyes soften unconsciously, and you dip your head in silent agreement. now, to look for him.

ah, so this is where he was.

your heart aches, the feeling of an overwhelming, all-consuming urge to cry rising up in you.

the wind picks up, tree leaves swaying in the breeze, following the movements of the two figures residing in the hollow of the forest.

a safe place for just the two of them.

you are intruding.

the longer you stand, watching, staring, unable to look away no matter how desperately you wish to, the more your chest throbs, the bone-deep ache of wanting to disappear spreading throughout your body.

the sound of a flute, clear and sweet, floats through the air, slim fingers smoothing over the sides and playing with skill you could never imitate.

the figure you’ve been looking for, upright and powerful and all that you have ever seen (all that he has ever allowed you to see), is relaxed for once. you can see it in the way his shoulders slump, the way his spear is left untouched, rested upright against the trunk of a tree at the edges of the clearing.

you do not belong here.

then, to the sound of the flute, xiao begins to dance. the field of flowers blooms with his gentle, languid movements, petals surrounding him as he flows around the serene space.

it is exactly as he’d described to you once before, that his sweet dream would be to dance in a field of flowers to the sound of a flute.

his dream has become a beautiful reality.

you cannot dream that it would be you he dances with anymore.

as he spins around, a stunning dance that displays his years of experience with agile movement, he turns, takes off his mask, and smiles, the genuine kind that is both awkward due to disuse and tooth-rottingly sweet at the same time. a full blush covers his face warmly.

you should’ve realized long ago whose flute he was imagining.

you blink once, twice, and the tears start to fall, ones you never thought you would cry.

if you could, you would offer your entire being up to him, your heart, these thoughts, these new feelings, on a platter for him to keep, stored away from where anyone could ever reach them. it is not theirs’ to see, only his. it would never be anyone else’s, only his.

(he does not need them, not your heart, nor the medicine.)

the pain in your chest doubles over.

(he does not want them - except it’s only your heart he does not want.)

you understand now what morax had understood hundreds of years ago, where you as an immortal spirit did not.

(he does not want you.)

your gaze tilts upwards from where you stand in the shadows of the greenery, watching the picturesque scene in front of you unfold.

you are a child of the forest, but for once, this forest is not for you.

the moment you walk back to the inn, you feel the otherworldly tug.

how convenient.

(oh. you love him.)

it’s to be expected. your time here is up.

you smile at the owner, and maybe she sees something in your eyes because when you hand her the packet (“give this to xiao when he returns, please.”), she nods and says nothing.

(love, love.)

and so you return to your forest, steady footsteps over hills and plains and lakes and rivers. the blue of the sky melts to orange-reds, then to navy-blacks, then back to orange-reds once more, and the cycle repeats over and over and over again.

(lovelovelovelove-)

the moss greets you first, shifting under your feet in semblance of the way his eyes would whenever you met his gaze.

then, it’s the birds, singing slow melodies you know he loves, their clear song a reminder of how he would hum familiar tunes.

finally, it’s the trees, their leaves falling and submerging you softly, like how you would to him with blankets when he fell asleep out on the balcony, tired from the weariness of an immortal life.

you too, are now tired.

for one last time, you sob your heart out, sitting on the forest floor with nothing around you but the animals and plants.

what do you cry for? the birth of these painful feelings? the lack of reciprocation?

(you’re unsure.)

(maybe it is for your unimportant existence.)

you blink your eyes closed for the final time, and your body falls to the ground with a thump.

the butterfly of leaves drifts out of your clutches and fades with a desolate glow.

where everything begins, everything similarly ends.

(may you stay asleep for eternity so you don’t have to remember.)

you disappear.

#angst #hurt no comfort #xiao #genshin impact #cecilia #xiao x gn!reader

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misora-msby · 4 years

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花火 | chapter one : moon

花火 (fireworks) | chapter one : moon

themes / warnings: medieval japan au (sengoku era), supernatural au, death, fluff, angst

pairing: kitsune!suna x fem!reader

word count: 7.0k

notes: part one of a series! it’s not 100% accurate to shintoism and japanese folklore but i did my best to research it and change as little as possible! still, i hope you enjoy this and stick around for the next parts too!

edit from the future : part two can be found here

Rintarou doesn’t remember how he became a kitsune spirit.

It was just that one summer day he found himself sleeping in front of a manmade structure (a shrine to the god Inari as he would later learn) with a boy of preteen age standing over him.

That boy, Shinsuke, would teach him and two other foxes, Atsumu and Osamu, how to do their jobs - protecting the priests, priestesses, and shrine maidens living nearby, and delivering the prayers of visitors to the god. It wasn’t an overly difficult job though, and more often than not, Rintarou found himself either running around the shrine grounds with the other two or sleeping in a comfortable spot he found.

A few years later, the three of them even gained the ability to shapeshift into humans. They were completely amused with how similar Atsumu and Osamu looked, and how Suna’s eyes looked almost the exact same as his fox form, though it greatly upset them that their human forms were much shorter and younger than that of Shinsuke’s. He had to reassure them that someday they were likely to grow to his height or even taller.

It was just a matter of time, similar to how they had to wait to become strong enough to become human.

Time, Rintarou would eventually learn, was rarely ever on his side.

It was a perfect day for a nap on the roof; a cooling wind blew through the air, preventing Rintarou’s robes from sticking to his skin. The sky was cloudy enough to block out the sun while not being abundant enough to make him worry about a sudden downpour, and the sweet scent of flowers blooming filled the air. Though there weren’t many bouquets in the area, a fox’s strong sense of smell could detect the scent of wisterias carried on the wind.

After a bit of twisting and turning to find the perfect position to sleep in, Rintarou was woken by the sound of footsteps and chatter. Shuffling to the edge of the roof, he narrowed his eyes upon seeing a family of six walking in.

“Today, your mom and dad are going to teach you how to pray. We want to pray for your mom and new sibling, okay?” a man spoke to the children who replied with a chorus of “Yes”s.

“Ah,” Rintarou remembered, “Inari-sama is the god of so many things… Foxes, rice, sake, fertility, agriculture… Why couldn’t they give some of the work to the other gods… we have so much work to do.”

He figured he might as well do his job while the other three were doing other jobs around or out of the grounds and began to inspect them carefully. Fortunately there were no malicious spirits attached to them, nor could he sense any by the red torii gates at the foot of the mountain slope on which the shrine resided.

But as Rintarou inspected them from atop the rooftop, he noticed the youngest child of the family, the only daughter, was rather pretty. She looked to be about his age, though he knew she had obviously seen far fewer winters than he had due to the way time progressed for him as a spirit.

Dressed in a red kimono with her hair just reaching her shoulders in a simple bob like most girls her age, he thought she was the prettiest girl who had ever come to the shrine. He couldn’t understand why his stomach suddenly felt funny, like it was jumping around inside his body.

Suddenly, their eyes met and that feeling spread to more parts than just his stomach. Big glossy eyes stared up at him in awe while his own fox-like eyes widened. An awfully warm feeling came to his cheeks and the boy quickly scampered away from the edge of the roof, towards the back of the building where they wouldn’t be able to see him.

Rintarou sat still for a moment, knees to his chest. He took in deep breaths while keeping his cool hands pressed to his cheek and chest. Was she a malevolent spirit?! He thought that could be the only reason for nearly every part of his body to be tingling and causing his heart to want to jump out from his throat.

And yet he wanted to keep his gaze upon her. To look once again into those bright eyes and to memorise her pretty form.

He decided to do just that.

With graceful steps, Rintarou hopped off of the roof and onto the stone tiles. His feet made no sound as he ran over to hide behind a tree and watched as the family made their prayers. He watched as she reached up, struggling to drop her coin into the offering box while his dainty but pudgy fingers gripping onto the bark tightly to prevent himself from running forward and tossing it in for her.

But surely an evil spirit wouldn’t go through that trouble with praying right? She had to be a regular human. Even the head priest was smiling at the entire family. But he still couldn’t understand why she gave him such a funny feeling.

Before he could be spotted again, he ran off into the forest to avoid her gaze which caused all these problems in him in the first place.

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A few moons had passed, the cool breeze had become warmer and the pink petals floating in the wind had been replaced by green leaves. The song of young animals had also left, the nights now being filled with the loud croaking of cicadas and the much quieter buzzing of fireflies. The air had become thicker and warmer too, which wasn’t quite something Rintarou enjoyed. But what he did enjoy was the festival occurring tonight.

Every year the humans would hold an extra special festival in the summer and launch fireworks. Though he didn’t care too much for the spirits of humans, aside from that one girl who he had never seen again since, he did care for their aesthetics. Whether it was the pattern on the fabric of a woman’s kimono, or the design in the pendants and amulets that humans wore around their necks or held in their pockets, he thought they were all rather fascinating. But as much as he wanted to go down and look carefully in person in his human form, hiding his tail was still too difficult for him in the sea of humans, and even if he tried to make himself invisible, children were so painfully receptive to spirits that he wouldn’t be able to get away with it.

Strangely, he could hide his ears if he wished. He guessed it had something to do with the fact that their tails were directly representative of their level of power so they were harder to hide.

As he sat atop a lone rock in the forest, he could smell the scent of hot snacks wafting up the mountain. Perhaps he’d make an appearance as a fox and hope that some kind humans would give him and Osamu some snacks. They always loved to treat the three little foxes running around the shrine. He was lucky he still only had one tail, otherwise it would gain many stares. He guessed that must be a problem for someone like Shinsuke-senpai who already had three tails.

Rintarou hopped off of his rock, ready to head down and check over the festival with his friends, when he heard sobbing from somewhere in the forest.

With the way the orange sun had already gone to sleep, he knew that he had to look for the source of the sound. He was meant to be a zenko after all, a celestial fox associated with the god Inari. So while he wanted to just go down and have fun with his friends, he had to first attend to this matter.

Using the speed granted to him, it didn’t take long for him to locate the source. His senses were too strong to not be able to.

What he found was someone who he had never expected to see again.

“You…” the word left him in a near gasp.

You were the girl from a few months ago, crouching under a tree and sobbing. Your hair had grown a bit longer and this time you wore a light pink yukata with a dark pink obi. The eyes that had captivated him so easily last time were now red and puffy as your little hands rubbed at them to rid them of the tears which poured.

Rintarou crouched in front of you who hadn’t noticed him amongst your crying. “Why are you crying?” he asked in his quiet voice.

You looked up and gasped before quickly wiping away your tears and snot.

“I- I was playing hide and seek with my onii-chans… but it’s been so long and it’s scary and then I fell down and it hurts…” your shaky voice hiccuped as you revealed your scratched up and dirty palms. Looking carefully, Rintarou realised the front of your yukata was dirty too.

“Oh… Should we go find them?” he asked.

You shook your head quickly, “I don’t wanna go to them! Then I’ll lose!”

Rintarou pursed his lips slightly, wondering why you wouldn’t want to be found when you were injured. Was hide and seek that important to human children? He had played it a couple of times with the twins but it was merely a way to pass time to them.

“Then… do you want to fix your hands?” he asked.

You replied with a nod, your sniffling ceasing.

In reply, Rintarou untied the inro from the obi on his hip, a small container made of lacquered paper in which he kept healing salve, cloth, (and a snack or two) in the case of an emergency.

“Show me your hands.” he said, to which you obeyed and held out your dirty hands. The kitsune carefully took your hands and began cleaning them off with a cloth, taking note of how warm you were.

“Your hands are cold, are you sick?” you asked.

Rintarou looked up at you for a moment, wondering how he should reply. He knew it had something to do with him being a spirit, but he didn’t want to say that. “I’ve always been cold.” he simply said and applied the salve to your skin. After wrapping them up in a new strip of cloth, he tied the inro back together and hung it on his hip again.

“Wow, thank you…?” You exclaimed before trailing off as you realised you didn’t know his name.

The kitsune narrowed his eyes, not understanding you. After all, he had lived the past few decades around the same few people and had no reason to give his name.

“Um… what’s your name?” you finally asked after a few seconds of silence.

“Oh… Rintarou,” he said upon finally understanding.

“I’m (Y/N). Thank you for fixing my hand, Rintarou-kun! It already feels better!” you grinned and squeezed his hands to show you were already regaining your strength.

Though upon hearing his name from your lips and coming to the realisation that he had been holding your hands for so long, a blush crept up his cheeks. His eyes widened for a second though they quickly returned to fit his near emotionless state. “It’s nothing,” he quickly said, looking to the side to avoid your gaze, “Anyways, what do you want to do now? You don’t want to go find your brothers yet, right.”

You thought for a moment before asking, “Do you want to play together?”

“Play?”

“Yeah. We can go to the festival!”

At that, Rintarou immediately shook his head, “I don’t like crowds.” It was a lie, he couldn’t care less about crowds if he were in his fox form but if he had to stay a human, he couldn’t bear to spend so much energy in hiding his tail which still had a chance of being seen.

“Then… what do you want to do?” you asked, pouting slightly.

He thought for a moment. What could you two do?

Then he sniffed the air. There was the smell of a match being lit but the absence of incense. His sensitive ears could also hear the sound of people gathering and shuffling about in anticipation.

“Come with me, I’ll show you something cool.” He took you by the wrist and you two ran side by side into the forest. Though he had to annoyingly slow his pace for you, you both managed to reach his intended destination in time:

A small glade in the middle of the forest where he assumed a ritual must have taken place decades ago. It was surrounded by purple wisteria trees, as if they created a natural veil to this secret world where fireflies floated on the grass surrounding a single tall boulder. The sounds of the festival were far away now, Rintarou was certain that his guest could no longer hear them with how far up the mountain they were.

“Quickly, climb up the rock.” He helped push you up the rock, slightly polished yet rough from years of rain and animals scratching upon it. The fireflies in the vicinity had become startled and gathered at the fringes of the glade instead of around the rock, but he figured it was a consequence that came with bringing a human for once to his secret place. Once he had confirmed you had a stable seat, he jumped up and took a seat beside you.

“What are we doing here, Rintarou?” you asked curiously.

“Wait a bit… there.” He pointed up at the sky where a flower of red and yellow burst among the stars. The loud bang followed two seconds later, making the girl beside him almost jump in fright before becoming entranced at the sight of more fireworks following the first to bloom in the sky.

Reds, yellows, pinks, oranges, whatever colour you named could be found in the starry sky. Bursting and blooming with brilliance, providing just a fleeting amount of beauty before wilting just like a flower whose time had come to be picked from the garden.

If you asked Rintarou yesterday what the most beautiful sight was, he would have said that it was sitting alone on his favourite rock while the wind blew on a spring day, watching the clouds swim by while joined by floating wisteria petals. It was a sight he spent every day of spring trying to recreate. But if you asked him today what he thought the most beautiful sight was, he surely would have said it was this very moment; sitting beside the only human who he had ever talked to, and who had caused him to feel absolutely captivated, watching the quickly disappearing and reappearing garden in the night sky.

However, all good things had to come to an end, and before he knew it, the night had been filled with a deafening silence, and the sky had become nearly pitch black with the new clouds of smoke.

“I think it’s time to go back,” he stood up to face you, “You definitely won the hide and seek game if you’ve been missing for this long.”

You nodded in reply and carefully scrambled down the rock, landing on the grass with a soft “oof”. Rintarou jumped down, landing with barely any sound before holding out his hand. “Let’s go,” he said and took your hand as you two carefully walked through the forest.

Though it was dark and late at night, the bright moon was kind enough to allow you to not trip over your own feet as he led you down the path to the shrine which he had already memorised with ease.

“Can we come back here next year?” you asked while squeezing Rintarou’s hand, “It was really pretty.”

“Next year? Sure. Actually, I live at the shrine so you can come visit any time.” He didn’t know why he just said that. He never really talked to people, so why did he want to do this now?

“Okay! I’ll see you then!” you grinned, and Rintarou gave the slightest hint of a smile back.

“(Y/N)! There you are!” a woman cried the moment the two had stepped foot onto the stone shrine floors, running over to give her daughter a great big hug. “We were looking for you all over! Don’t go missing like that!” she sobbed, stroking her hair and dusting off the dirt from her clothes.

“Sorry, mama. I was playing hide and seek with nii-chan.” you mumbled, allowing your mother to straighten up your looks.

“I know, he told me. But don’t hide in the forest, ok? It’s dangerous and dark and you never know what might be- Oh dear, what happened to your hands?!” the woman asked, inspecting the bandages.

“I fell down and Rintarou put medicine for me! Rintarou, do you wanna-” you turned to wave the boy over but found he was no longer there. “Huh?”

Right then, a shrine maiden hurried over. “Oh! (L/N)-san, I’m glad you managed to find your daughter!” she smiled.

“Onee-san, where’s Rintarou?” The shrine maiden cocked her head at the question from the little girl.

“Rintarou? I’m afraid I don’t know who you’re talking about…” she replied in confusion.

“Eh… but he said he lives here! Um… he’s like… just a bit taller than me, and he has black, no, dark brown hair. Oh, and his eyes are yellow and like… they look like a fox!” Despite your explanations, the shrine maiden still had difficulty in knowing the identity of this person until an idea popped into her mind.

“Since this is a shrine to the god Inari, do you think you met a kitsune spirit?” she asked, “Though kitsunes rarely appear as young boys, there is the possibility.” The young girl gasped and thought for a second.

“Maybe…” you glanced back at the trees before turning to your mother. “I’m sleepy…”

“Alright, alright. Let’s get you home, dear.” The woman held her daughter’s bandaged hand and waved goodbye to the shrine maiden before turning to head down the stairs of the shrine and to go back to the main festival.

While this happened, Rintarou had watched it all from behind a large tree trunk, just out of sight. His heart felt funny and he wished you didn’t have to go. Even if you said you would come back, he wished you didn’t leave in the first place.

“Hey, Rin! Where were ya? We waited for so long next to the okonomiyaki stall!” Atsumu’s boisterous voice spoke, nearly frightening the boy who had been so deep in his thoughts.

“There was a human lost in the forest so I had to help them,” he replied in his usual calm voice.

“Ya never miss the chance to walk with us in the festival though.” Osamu pointed out while taking a bite from one of the many toriniku sticks he held. Rintarou stiffened slightly, knowing that he was right.

“She was hurt.”

“‘She’?! A girl? Yer kiddin’ me, did ya get a girlfriend, Rin Rin?!” Atsumu grabbed his friend’s shoulders tightly.

“Nothing of that sort…” Rintarou replied though his cheeks turned pink.

“Maybe,” he realised, “maybe my feelings towards you are in that sort of way…”

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Ever since your first meeting that summer, you would visit rather often. Most of the time was either spent idly walking in the forest while talking about various topics, or laying on the grass of the clearing while watching the clouds pass.

Many moons passed and Rintarou was starting to despise the time he would have to see you walk down the road from the shrine, back to your family’s house in the village at the foot of the mountain. Oh if only there were a way to keep you with him forever, he wished.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t hear the soft footsteps on dirt approaching him.

“Rintarou! Over here!” the voice he had missed so dearly spoke up. He jolted out of his thoughts and almost fell out of the tree he sat in, but he quickly regained his composure and hopped down.

“(Y/N), you surprised me.” he asked nonchalantly, as if being alone with you didn’t make his heart feel like it wanted to jump out of his chest.

“Really?! That’s a first!” you giggled before squinting your eyes at the top of his head. The kitsune became worried, were his ears visible? Even though you two had been friends for almost a year now, he still hadn’t told you of him being a spiritual creature. He was worried that you would become scared and that you would never talk to him again.

Though those fears were dismissed for now as you began to grin cheekily, “Heh, looks like I’m taller than you now!”

Rintarou narrowed his eyes and stood up straight so your heights matched. “No we’re not, I was just slouching.”

“You’re always slouching!”

“Am not.”

“Are too!”

“Whatever you say. Don’t you have prayers to do? I’ll de- I’ll wait for you to finish,” he asked, rather relieved that he didn’t accidentally admit that he would deliver your prayers to Inari.

“Mm… I’ll pray later! I wanted to play with you right now!” you spoke, pleasantly surprising the young kitsune. “And I wanted to check something…”

Rintarou’s eyes widened in a mix of fear and shock as a hand suddenly lunged to his side before he felt dainty fingers stroke the fur of his tail. A flame burst from the tail in reaction to the surprise, and he could feel his stomach plummet to hell when he saw the look on your face.

You knew.

Instinctively, he jumped back about three metres, his body sliding on the dirt. His hands made contact with the ground, his lengthening nails digging into the soft soil. Unknowingly, his golden eyes turned a shade of vermillion while large brown ears sprouted from his head, no longer invisible, and his tail waved menacingly behind him. If it weren’t for the human form he still had, one would have thought he was a fox preparing to attack.

It was then that he realised that your body had begun to shake. Your hands trembled in fear and your eyes were watery. There was a light thud as your knees buckled and you fell to the floor, face pale as a sheet.

What had he done?

Rintarou quickly relaxed his body and stood up, embarrassed. His eyes faded back to their usual golden colour and his long nails returned to their usual length. Seeing no reason to hide his tail or ears, he kept them in view.

“Why?” he asked softly.

“I- I didn’t actually...“ Words couldn’t leave you, they only stumbled out from your shaking lips. You were still frozen on the floor.

“Now you know. And you’re scared.” he mumbled.

Oh Inari-sama, why did he have to fall for her?

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” Rintarou spoke and reached a hand out, hoping you would take it and stand up like you had on that summer night.

But you only flinched.

Seeing that, he knew your friendship had changed.

Rintarou turned around, his tail swishing with his movement before he sprinted off into the wood, fists clenched tightly in frustration.

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It had been three hours or so. Perhaps he could return to the shrine now, he thought. You must’ve finally gotten up and went home.

He had fully exposed himself right then and though he wished he hadn’t, he knew he couldn’t change it. All he could do was sit on the rock and wish to visit that night once again.

“Rintarou.”

Shinsuke’s voice, albeit calm, had never sounded scarier to the younger kitsune.

“That girl has been waiting for ya.”

“You don’t know that. She’s probably gone home.”

“She has not. (Y/N) has been sittin’ on the shrine stairs for two hours now, waitin’ either for you or for the sun to set.” Rintarou was surprised to hear that from Shinsuke. Especially since he had never mentioned your name to the other kitsune before.

“And judging by the time,” Shinsuke started, “Ya better hurry. She’s got some things to say that I think’d sound better from her mouth than from this senpai.”

With a nod, Rintarou immediately sprung to his feet and took off down the mountain, letting both gravity and his desire to talk carry him with a speed he hadn’t felt before. He came to a screeching halt as he came out of the woods, seeing you sitting on the stone stairs while fiddling with your little drawstring bag.

“(Y/N),” he called out, making you jump slightly in surprise to see him again.

You quickly stood up and began to apologise, “Rintarou, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that and I know I should’ve asked but if I did then I know you’d say you weren’t a kitsune. It’s just that I’ve been suspecting since last year but was always too nervous to ask and I know it was really stupid of-”

“Wait a second.”

The phrase made the avalanche of words stop immediately.

“You knew?”

“Well… yeah,” you admitted, “I saw your tail a couple of times and sometimes you jump really high, or jump from a high place and you’re fine. And you always make sure I don’t see your back, I guess because of your tail.”

Well. Rintarou hadn’t realised how many mistakes he had been making.

“I see… You don’t hate me or anything?”

“No way!” you spoke with a big smile. “I think it’s so cool! I’m friends with a kitsune. That’s just... woah!” you waved your hands exaggeratedly to show your emotions which you couldn’t put into words.

“I always thought you’d be scared so I didn’t say anything.” Rintarou admitted, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. His cheeks had become a dark shade of pink now.

“Mm, I wouldn’t be scared of you. You’re nice to me, and you’re a zenko so you wouldn’t do anything bad. The thing just now scared me a bit though, but I know that was because I suddenly touched you when I shouldn’t have.”

There was a pause as you two thought for a while, figuring out what to say next.

“Then… can we still be friends?” the kitsune asked shyly, his heart beating with joy to know he hadn’t lost his friend and the girl he had feelings for.

“Of course.”

The two of you smiled toothily at each other as the sun began its descent.

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“Rin, let’s go to the rock again today!”

“Mm, sure.”

The summer festival had come again, marking one year since the day you two properly spoke. To Rintarou, it felt unbelievably short and long. Because of the way you visited almost daily, it felt like you had been an integral part of his life. Days you didn’t come to the shrine were spent lazily running around the forest with the twins or acting as Inari’s messenger while thinking about the next day you were meant to come. Yet knowing that you had only been there for one winter of his life versus the many he had experienced made him realise how short of a time you had been there for.

It was funny to think despite the relatively short time he spent with you, he felt like you were the most important thing to him these days.

So even though he would have to miss another year of the summer festival, he didn’t mind spending it with just you in quiet instead.

Light footsteps made their way through the forest, the loud laughs and shouts from the crowd below shrinking until they were no more than far off echoes. The path was no longer lit by the warm yellow festival lights from below but rather by the stars and moonlight.

“It’s just as pretty as last year,” you hummed, admiring the fireflies as you pushed back the flowers of the wisteria tree to enter the glade. While you had both visited this place often on your many visits to the shrine, you always had to go back before dark, so this was the rarest sight for you.

After climbing up the rock with ease, an experience you had gotten very used to after multiple times, you waited for Rintarou to jump up before settling yourself comfortably.

“Oh! I bought these before coming up!” you pulled out two small paper packages from your kinchaku, a small drawstring bag your mother made for you with flower-patterned cloth, and unwrapped them. In the first were four pieces of daifuku, and in the other were six small pieces of warabimochi. “I thought we might get hungry!”

Rintarou smiled and quickly picked a piece of warabimochi before tossing it into his mouth. It bounced on the edge of his lip before entering though, causing the roasted flour to form a little cloud, making a small mess on his face. You giggled at the sight of him coughing a little on the confection. The thought that even yokais like him could be dorky and mess up amused you greatly.

The evening passed quickly, far too quickly for either of your likings. As the moon and stars took their position in the dark blanket above, you two laughed and ate your snacks. It wasn’t the most filling but you two felt happy enough just talking to each other.

Though your laughter eventually died as the topic of what you were doing tomorrow came up. The once bright smile on your face faded and your gaze couldn’t meet Rintarou’s.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” He asked, “Do you want to go to get more food?”

“My um… my parents said I can’t come back to play anymore. They said it’s no good to simply talk with boys anymore. And I have to start studying.” Your voice was soft, the topic scaring you, but the kitsune could easily pick it up.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“They said I’m growing older and someday I have to be married. Before that I have to learn to cook and do a bunch of tasks to run the household and well… They say the war’s gonna reach us soon and my family has a little land but we aren’t super influential so it’s especially important I marry someone good.”

He had heard of the war. A few domains away the territories were being fought over by some big warlords and while he didn’t know the details, he remembered Shinsuke saying it would likely change the course of history.

But to think that would affect you who were merely a child. You had only turned 10 this year… the thought confused and saddened Rintarou.

“They said I have to prepare properly to become a woman,” you explained, “So I can’t waste my time running around a forest with a boy from the shrine.”

“You’re getting married?” he asked. Why did he want to know that more than anything else you mentioned?

“Huh? No no! I’m just preparing to. But I really don’t want to. I hate it so much. I won’t get to see you in forever, Rin!” Tears came to your eyes as you threw your arms around his shoulders.

The boy awkwardly wrapped his arms around your body and patted your back, letting you cry onto his jinbei. He just had no idea what to say, what was right to say, or what you wanted to hear. Even if he had surpassed you in years he had lived long ago, his mental age was roughly the same as yours if not younger.

“We’ll see each other again, I’m sure,” was the only thing he could think to say right now, “Even if it’ll be a while.”

You sniffed and looked up from his shoulder. Your eyes met, staring at each other in silence.

“Really?” your voice squeaked, body still tense until Rintarou gently stroked your hair. Strangely your body immediately untensed and you felt at ease. Maybe it was a power of his, though you were sure it was just him.

“Yeah. I promise.”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever even get to come back.”

Rintarou thought for a moment, what could he say? He was never that great with words.

“If you’re lonely then… look at the moon. And the sky. I’ll be looking at it too, just like we always do.” he replied, cheeks turning just a bit pink. He was glad you couldn’t see his face right now. It sounded funny, but he remembered hearing something like that from a storyteller at one of the summer festivals.

You seemed a bit hesitant at first but eventually you smiled and nodded. “Okay, I’ll do that, Rin.”

He let go of you just as the fireworks began to burst in the sky, prompting you to do the same. The two of you turned your gazes to the sky to watch the performance in the sky just as you had one year ago.

But this time, he noticed that your hand rested on top of his and your head was on his shoulder.

He never wanted this night to end.

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Rintarou thought about that night often.

Even if nearly seven summers had passed and he had not seen you once.

He wondered if he would ever see you again, he wanted to see you again. You were someone he could never forget so he hoped you hadn’t forgotten him too.

He wondered where you were, maybe you had moved to a different village and visited a different shrine. Maybe you were living as a servant in that new shogun’s castle. Maybe because of the war you had…

Rintarou shook his head, that couldn’t be the case. He refused to believe it. He just hoped you were okay wherever you were.

As he sat on his rock, gazing up at the sky once again in hopes of today being the day you would return, he sighed to himself. The shrine was being quite noisy these days and he couldn’t be bothered to be around all the sound so he had stayed away. There was some sort of event they were preparing for, he wasn’t sure what exactly but he didn’t care that much. He’d deal with the prayers and such afterwards.

Until he sniffed the air and smelled your familiar scent.

Rintarou had never sat up straighter before practically propelling himself off of the rock to run down to the shrine.

He would finally get to see you again! He wondered if you had grown much taller than him in the years, as he hadn’t grown all that much since that summer day. He cursed his slow growth as a kitsune but in truth it didn’t bother him that much. Though he wondered if you had matured a lot and if you would still be willing to run around in the forest with him. You probably would, right? Just for fun? Rintarou would even slow down if you wished, so you would, right?

His heart was racing as he sprinted down the mountain slope towards the shrine before coming to an abrupt halt.

A wedding ceremony...

And you were the bride?

Even if you looked completely different, wearing a pure white shiromuku while your hair was done up and hidden in the white wataboshi veil, he could still tell it was you. Even with the heavy makeup on your now matured face, he knew it was you.

Rintarou felt his guts want to simultaneously drop out from him and to also come out from his throat. There was an intense pain in his chest and throat which made him just want to scream in utter agony but all he could do was stand among the trees, completely still and yet trembling like the autumn leaves falling around him as his eyes widened in a mixture of intense emotions.

“Look at that wedding, ‘Samu. We haven’t had one of those around in a while have we?” Rintarou turned to see the twins standing a couple metres away from them, watching the ceremony as well.

“Yeah. I guess with the war now people are getting married less.” Osamu replied to his older brother, “But that’s one of the shogun’s vassals’ vassals. Or somethin’ like that. So no wonder he can afford to.”

You were getting married to someone like that?

Rintarou stared at the man beside you - he was taller, stronger, and looked far older than he was, especially dressed in his plain black kimono, haori, and hakama set. The kitsune’s small hand crept up his chest and beat it lightly, as if trying to get his heart to restart itself but it just felt painful as he slowly crouched on the soil.

“You were waiting for her, weren’t ya?” Shinsuke’s calm voice spoke from behind the younger kitsune.

As much as he wanted to, Rintarou couldn’t turn away from the wedding. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the smile on your red lips despite how painful it was. Words couldn’t express how badly he wanted to hug you and ask if you remembered him, to wipe the makeup from your face in the same manner he would wipe the dirt from your cheeks after you tripped into mud on those days you played together, to ask you to even talk to him once more. But he knew there was a high chance he would never see you ever again after today.

“Yeah. I was.” the boy sighed as calmly as he could, though it wasn’t hard for Shinsuke to hear the shake in his voice.

The four spirits watched as you and your new husband partook in the san san kudo, drinking sake from the three cups and officially recognising each other as spouses. Your family and friends cheered to see the completion of the ceremony. Smiles could be seen on nearly every person on the shrine grounds and as much as Rintarou hated to admit it, you wore a smile too.

He couldn’t help but wonder if he could have been the one to put that smile on your face.

All he could do now was to wish for your continued happiness as he passed on your prayers to the god.

･゜ﾟ･:.｡..｡.:•:.｡. .｡.:･゜ﾟ･

Many years had passed. If he was correct, twenty summers had passed, though he wasn’t counting anymore. Twenty summers without you felt like an awfully long time, though time felt like it was flying these days. Certainly faster than the seven years before then where everyday was spent longing for you.

Rintarou noticed that the four foxes had grown taller too, though it seemed like he still had some time to grow. He had grown two new tails too. He wondered how you looked now. If he could he would have left the shrine to see you, but with the war going on more prayers were being offered than ever.

He wondered if it was foolish of him, but for nearly every day of the past twenty years, he had been clinging on to the hope that one day you would come visit him. Of course, your feelings would be different, but that didn’t matter. All he wanted was to be able to see you again.

Though he hadn’t seen you, he remembered seeing your mother come to the shrine about a year after the wedding to thank Inari for the safe delivery of your new twins. “That’s because of us!” Atsumu boasted once he heard the news (though Shinsuke insisted it was not). Aside from that, Rintarou never heard about you.

Until one day.

“Do you remember that samurai who got married to a woman from this village about twenty years ago?”

“Yeah, what about them?”

“The woman passed away last week from some sickness.”

“No way…”

“Yeah, I think the old shrine maidens said she used to come to the shrine a lot as a kid to play in the woods. They liked her a lot.”

“Then it’s good they aren’t around to hear about her either…”

“Mm, I think so too.”

Rintarou’s skin turned to ice upon hearing the news. Suddenly his usual position on the rooftop no longer felt so comforting. His head pounded and his heart felt like it had stopped, a feeling he hadn’t felt since the day he first saw you.

He didn’t know what to do.

He just continued to lie on the roof, hands folded over his stomach as the once soft sky suddenly became a glaring shade of blue and white. Even if he closed his eyes, it hurt.

Everything hurt.

He continued to lay there for the next few hours, mind empty as he closed his eyes and simply thought of the sky and of you. Memories of watching the clouds, of climbing trees, of fishing in the little lake, and especially of the fireworks.

By the time he opened his eyes, Rintarou noticed the moon and stars had already taken their place. It was a sky he had only shared with you twice but somehow looking at it always made him feel comforted; knowing even if you two were far away, you were still watching the same sky, moon, and stars. Just as he said all those years ago.

But that was no longer the case.

He blinked and the twinkling stars had become blurry. Suddenly they had multiplied and the kitsune felt liquid trail down the side of his face. He laughed to himself lightly and sat up to wipe away the tears.

The once cooling wind of autumn suddenly grew a chilling bite as it blew a cloud to obscure the pale moon above.

As he looked up at the sky, he thought of how foolish he had been to cling to the hope that you would someday come back to see him, or to have fallen for you in the first place.

And oh how foolish Rintarou had been to think of the most beautiful girl he had seen whenever he looked up at the once beautiful sky.

#suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #suna rintarou #suna rintarou x reader #suna #rintarou suna #haikyuu fanfiction #misoramsby

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joonphoriaaa · 3 years

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jk.

fav jungkookie fics updated jan 16th 2022

first light.

the one with the mysterious boy in a bunny mask

the shoulder on which you cry.

your best friend is getting married after you decided to give up your relationship with him in favour of moving abroad and following your dreams. you still have feelings and it hurts. but you find some comfort in an old childhood friend . maybe you still have a chance at happiness after all. | hometown!au

mi angelo.

love at first sight mafia au | mc is semi involved in the business

noir.

Gone are the days of hiding, when science finally brings to light that yes, vampires exist. Now, three hundred years later, they’re a part of society; simply blending in without trying hard. But some can’t help but have a snack the old fashioned way. | vampire au

young alpha.

Many generations before you were born, a covenant between humans, werewolves, and the moon was forged. You’ve known your whole life that you were destined to spend your life mated to a werewolf, but never thought it would be the one you wanted so desperately. | werewolf!au

rabid.

a feral pack has been attacking and killing wolves left and right. for once, jungkook is terrified.

i miss you.

post snap au

chill out.

goldilocks soulmate bond - the closer you are to your soulmate, the more heated up you do | soulmate!au

awaiting.

reader goes to a concert and is transferred on stage when they see their soulmate.

departure

m/c's a flight attendant and jk's a pilot working the same flight. he doesn't like it when idol!jimin flirts with m/c | pilot!au

blue orchids.

hanahaki's disease is something that happens when one's soulmate doesn't love them back. it's painful vomiting out petals. when m/c soulmate jimin gets married, she turns to a distanced childhood friend of theirs. | soulmate!au

the garden thief

Your beloved vegetable patch has once again been victimized by a hungry thief in the night. The prime suspect? Jeon Jungkook, your neighbour's rabbit hybrid. | hybrid!au

rigor mortis.

the resi x bangtan au that i didn't know i needed. well, more jungkook but leon kennedy (also i can't stop thinking about jacksepticeye playing this the whole time) | resident evil 2 au

all i want.

Jungkook, has been your best friend since the two of you were five years old and he saved you from those bullies in kindergarten. Now you’re both adults, and your friendship is the same as ever. You want him as much more than just a friend, but the problem is that somewhere out there, Jungkook has a Moon-chosen mate.

a bam protected pregnancy.

exactly what it sounds like | flooofff

the lionheart's oath

knight!jk x princess!reader

beloved.

m/c works at a flower shop. cutie comes in and buys her favourite flowers (daisies) | vampire!au + sorta soulmate

tangled webs.

the marvel-bangtan crossover i didn't know i needed

stay.

“Till death do us part” Your husband JK will do everything in his power to help you see how much he needs you to stay. 😍🥰😩😢😭 angst and fluff. Depression. Recovery.

speak up.

the first words that jungkook's soulmate says to him are "good morning" | soulmate!au

your decalcomania.

angsty mafia au

status: part 1/2?

wrath.

jungkook is a demon who hunts down lost souls to take them to the afterlife. for some reason, the council above doesn't want him to leave a particular soul.

black and love.

in a world where you can only see colors after you meet your soulmate, you think love is hard and far apart.

orange tulips.

You’d remember Jungkook with every life you lived. Only he’d never remember you, never recall how your fates were written in the stars since the beginning of time. | soulmate au

the train of lost souls.

The moment you step inside the train, you are given two options.

You can choose to live, to be given a second and a last chance in life, in exchange for your memories and your previous existence.

Or you can choose to move on, to give your life away while keeping your memories until the end of time.

You are dead, but it’s up to you to do something about it.

The choice is solely yours.

ft. hobi, angst and fluff

hunt.

he was your alpha, and he’d always look after you. Even if that meant he had to hurt you. | it's not as crazy as it sounds | werewolf au

lavender love.

words only hurt people around you, so when you meet this kind florist while picking up your friends order, you swear to yourself to never speak a word to him. He however, seems to have different plans.

snowy hills.

It was supposed to be a normal night, so you could only imagine Jungkook’s surprise when he saw you being wheeled in on a stretcher.

young spy.

mc's the niece of a mafioso who pretends to traffic guys her uncle is about to kill in order to save them.

double take.

jungkook’s reminded that all the money and fame in the world can’t give him what he wants the most in this world | idol!au

one year, my love.

You forge a marriage contract with the strangely speaking man who suddenly stumbled into your town with memory loss | historical au

my beauty, my blood.

With Namjoon out of the picture, Jeongguk has to step up and be the sole successor to the organization laid out before him. However, guilt doesn't escape him very easily, and neither does your persistence.

my forever.

ghost jk watches as the reader eventually moves on.

euphoria.

At the end of your life, you are given one day to live again with the man you loved. A lifetime’s love story told in a single day.

tattoo.

you find a new piece of art on jk

autumn: my old story

Tonight, tomorrow night, and the night after, he’ll wait for you forever.

series

if i can never give you peace.

the one where you helped hybrid!jk go and now he's back with plans to takeover the mafia. status: ongoing (6)

ghostface killers.

Making friends with a rough looking hybrid was just the beginning of the chapter of your newly interesting life.

Bunny hybrid jk is in a gang and would do anything to keep you safe. status: ongoing (1)

no harm list.

med student saves jk and gets accidentally involved in the mafia world bc they always do | mafia!au status: ongoing (11)

almost yours.

nurse m/c saves tae. jk is also a fellow nurse who she works with but is somehow linked to tae and shady shit status: ongoing (3)

falling for her.

jungkook's an assassin sitting on a bench in some park, sulking from the recent problems that life had posed him. then he saw you on your way out of college, and suddenly everything felt lighter, almost fluttering | mafia au status: ongoing (2)

evolution of a lover's heart.

fuckboy!jk au | i havent actually read this yet :) status: ongoing (1)

drag me down (to hell).

you're jk's daughter's nanny status: ongoing? (5)

the turing test.

you import AI software into a robot body status: ongoing (7) - don't think it's been updated in a while tho

artificially inclined.

You took Jungkook on as a project, something to help you pass the time in your exile. How could you have known that he would become such a big part of your life? status: ongoing (3) - last uploaded 2019

fic recs from authors that i cant remember if ive been through yet :)

sushireads

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petalsandpurity · 1 year

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(⚠️Resident Evil 4 remake spoilers?? I mean it is the same as how it happened in the original so idk if it warrants a spoiler warning but-)

The fact that they killed Luis like that THEN made me suffer that boss fight with Ramon I want to sue capcom for the pain and suffering

#petals plays resident evil #I want to fight capcom I died 20 times #I would’ve died less but started to lose my temper at ramon’s monologising lmao #I’ve just gotten past the regenerator but now and eee I loved it!! it was so much more spookier than the original :D #rip my man Luis tho I’ll miss u following me around bud :(

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quazartranslates · 3 years

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Welcome to the Nightmare Game - CH136 (Final)

**This is an edited machine translation. For more information, please [click here]**

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Chapter 136: Goodbye, Neverland (Extra)

{cw: religious homophobia}

Would you fall in love with such a person? You have the same sex and different beliefs. It is a sin to love each other.

For the former Ning Zhou, this was unthinkable.

But fate had played a cruel trick on him, making absurdity become reality.

Neverland was in a world of ice and snow. The shortest day had not yet arrived, but the coldest time of the year was almost over. Ning Zhou, who had just stepped out of the spiritual barrier, knelt on the glacier in exhaustion, and the hot tears that had just flowed out of his eyes froze into ice. Neverland was just around the corner, but it seemed as if he would never reach it.

In the face of the coldness of death, he had finally put aside all his hesitations and concerns and shouldered his guilt, even if he would fall into hell after death and bear the punishment of eternal fire.

Ning Zhou slowly stood up from the glacier, watching the bright lights that were like the eternal kingdom of heaven was on the ground. Amidst the ice and snow the Vatican stood on the ice sheet, majestic, holy, and ethereal.

He knew that this was the last time he would see Neverland.

Ning Zhou walked down the glacier and walked into the Vatican with awe.

Through the row upon row of buildings, the noise of the world rang again in his ears. Several children ran past him laughing and frolicking. Because they ran too fast, they almost ran into Ning Zhou. Ning Zhou took a step back, avoided the children, and watched them run away laughing.

Ning Zhou could hardly remember what he was like when he was as small as them. He was thirteen years old when he’d come to the Vatican, and Maria had just died. According to her last wish, he was sent here by his teacher Arnold and met the Pope for the first time.

He was a kind old man, his eyes were full of wisdom precipitated by years, and he had taught him a lot of things, not only the knowledge of survival, but also the truth of life. It could be said that after Maria died, it was this wise old man who had shaped his personality. In Ning Zhou's eyes, he was not only God’s speaker on earth, but also an elder whom he respected from the heart.

But today, he wanted to tell the old man who had raised him that he was in love with someone whom he was not allowed.

Ning Zhou passed through the city of ice and snow without a face. In order to welcome the residents of the Holy City who would come here soon, this polar city was expanding. It was like the projection of the divine world onto the living world, full of prosperity and warmth everywhere, far away from all the evils in the world, just like the home he dreamed of.

But after everything, he was going to leave this pure land, and from then on he would wander in the wind and rain all his life.

Stepping into the border of the Vatican, bathed in the power of ethereal and holy power, Ning Zhou's abdominal wound once again burned with pain, which combined with a stabbing pain all over his body. He frowned and strode forward regardless of the pain. Through the huge snowy square, countless ice sculptures silently guarded the heaven on earth, soaking in the cold air together with the guards patrolling back and forth.

Ning Zhou looked toward the deepest part of the Vatican, a magnificent cathedral, where the Pope was standing as he completed a prayer alone under the huge cross, the Canon spread out on the podium at his side. Gold and silver points of holy light were faintly visible in the cold, fluttering up and down.

Ice benches ran on both sides and in the middle was an aisle covered with gold and red carpet. Ning Zhou walked along it towards the Pope and looked up at him from the base of the stairs.

The Pope turned around and gazed at Ning Zhou kindly: "A few days ago, the will of the blazing angel returned to the Holy See and told me that your faith was shaken. Son, tell me what happened?"

Ning Zhou bowed to him and said calmly, "Under the crown of the Pope, I... fell in love with someone."

"You are embarrassed about this." The Pope saw through his heart.

Ning Zhou replied honestly: "Yes. The person I fell in love with is a man like me. He comes from another world and is an non-believer."

The Pope's voice suddenly became severe and solemn: "The Lord said, 'Thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind: it is abomination'; If a man sleeps with a man, just like a woman, they have done an abominable thing and so they must be put to death, and the sin should be attributed to them. You know this is a sin, and if you blindly obey these rebellious feelings and desires, you will be punished by eternal fire."

"Yes, I understand," Ning Zhou calmly replied.

"Then repent. God will forgive sinners who are willing to repent. Tell me, are you willing to repent?" the Pope snapped.

Ning Zhou raised his head and looked him in the eye: "No, I cannot repent under the crown."

The Pope was silent for a long time, and the high crown on his head and the red vestments on his body seemed to overwhelm the old man. He said wearily, "Your mother chose to entrust you to the Holy See before she died, not to let you go the same way as her. You kept the last name of your foreigner father, the name your mother gave you, and... a heart lost for love like hers.

"Ning Zhou, my child, I give you one last chance: give him up and confess to the Lord."

Ning Zhou closed his eyes and a wind seemed to blow past him. He seemed to return to the Garden of the Holy Tomb in the afternoon, quietly staring at the lover sleeping in the tree stump full of petals, watching while every minute and second his heart was suffering in the fires of guilt, a kind of desperate pain, yet it happened that he felt the sweetness of sin.

His memories suddenly fast-forwarded and came to an abrupt end in the Garden of the Holy Tomb at dawn. His lover had returned there again, but was never to open his brown eyes again... He suddenly understood that his heart, which he’d tried to persuade, cheat, and block, had already fallen into hell.

He was guilty of a crime for which he did not wish to repent.

"I'm sorry, crown, I can't. I tried, but I couldn't. He sacrificed again and again for me, refused the temptation of the Devil for me, and died because of it. I’ve failed his life once, and I can't fail his love again. I am willing to accept eternal torture in hell after death, but please allow me to be loyal to my heart in the short time when I still live in this world." Ning Zhou opened his blue eyes and spoke succinctly and firmly.

"Even if you will lose everything the Vatican has given you, even if you must leave this country forever?" asked the Pope.

Ning Zhou lowered his eyes, untied the buckle, put aside the dagger and the pass order given by the Holy See. He knelt in front of the cross on one knee: "I am ready."

After the anger reached its apex, it became a deep disappointment. The Pope came down from the high platform with a scepter in his hand. The cross-shaped scepter inlaid with gems pointed to the top of Ning Zhou's head: "The glory given to you by the Lord will be fully recovered."

Ethereal music came from the cold air and the golden light fell from the sky like raindrops. Behind Ning Zhou, it painted and wove into the shape of a blazing angel with six wings. He watched all this sadly, spread his wings silently, flew to the ice sculpture of an angel in the church, merged with it, and was no longer inspired by him.

The holy power flowing in his blood was taken out a little at a time, and the pain of it being torn from his soul made Ning Zhou sweat like rain in the extreme cold of tens of degrees below zero, feeling as if he were dying.

The scepter left Ning Zhou's head and the Pope sighed, "Is it worth it for a dead foreigner?"

Ning Zhou struggled to stand up, his face pale, but his eyes were still bright: "I can't deceive my heart. Does love dissipate when its object dies? No, the Lord said love never stops. From the day he died and every day from now on, this feeling will be precipitated by time and memories. The longer it is, the stronger it will be. I can't pretend that I’ve let go. This would be the most unforgivable shame."

He seldom said so much, but every word came from the bottom of his heart: "Under the crown, love should only be love. I have never lost my piety because of love. I will only be stronger because of it. It should not be a sin. If it is a sin, please let me bear this sin and fall into hell after death... I don't regret it.

"I still believe in my Lord, I abide by all the commandments except that one, and will continue to fight against the Devils. My heart will always belong here no matter where and when."

This was the last sentence Ning Zhou said before he left.

He left everything given by the Vatican and left alone. The Pope watched his distant back and sighed deeply: "Those who fight against the Devils should be careful not to become a Devil. 'If you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.'"

Ning Zhou didn't answer again. At this moment, he firmly believed that he wouldn't fall in the current, because his soul had already docked in his own harbor.

The road to leave his hometown was longer than the one to enter it. He had lost the power of faith. It was tantamount to seeking death to trudge through the extreme cold with human frailty alone. Only a body that had carried out severe training all the year round could cross the vast ice sheet by its own strength.

Ning Zhou walked alone in the extremely cold ice and snow. Under the vast expanse of the starry sky, he recalled the scene when he’d passed through the spiritual enchantment of the Holy See not long ago - while walking through this heavy enchantment, everyone would be eroded by past memories and those distractions contrary to faith would be magnified hundreds of times. If you couldn't wash yourself of it here, you would be lost in the ice sheet forever.

Ning Zhou thought he would get lost here. However, when he really set foot on the ice sheet under the starry sky, an illusion he’d never imagined appeared in front of his eyes.

He saw that the ice sheet was covered with white roses, from one end of the world to the other, and the overwhelming white under the pure starry sky seemed to announce that the love between them was pure.

It was not evil, it was not immoral, it was not unnatural, it was not perverse - this desire, it was just love.

The deep and remote green aurora danced on the horizon, illuminating this empty and cold wasteland. From stepping into the spiritual barrier to finally leaving this white rose sea, Ning Zhou never saw Qi Leren again, not once.

-He was no longer his distraction, he was his whole world.

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The author has something to say:

PS: Some lines refer to Christian teachings, but they are not the same religion, just refer to it; The man who fights the devil... This sentence is Nietzsche's; In the face of cold death, he finally put aside all his wandering worries and shouldered his guilt, and turned to Yeat's "The Cold Heaven": And I took all the blame out of all sense and reason.

PPS: a little nonsense after the end. When conceiving the Nightmare Game, the author wanted to find out the feeling of writing this kind of piece before completing the Egg Game and prepared to write a simple story of a fast-paced horror game, in which the attacks are coming from the environments and the victim is constantly dying.

However, when the story of Novice Village was gradually perfected, when the predetermined characters were getting fuller and fuller, and when the brain hole was getting out of control, the author couldn't help but want to dig down. So the world view became bigger, the setting became more complicated, and the emotional drama became more tortuous. Finally, I finished the outline of the first Nightmare Game with the idea of exercising how to write emotional drama. At that time, the author thought: Yes, I just want to write such a story.

When conceiving the end of the first part, the author seriously considered several options, and also thought about setting it so Qi Leren wouldn’t die, and instead Ning Zhou would share his life with this person forbidden by the Holy See and take him to Neverland; or he would become a demon, follow Su He to the underworld, and they would both love and kill each other from now on. But in the end, I chose this ending, which is actually the best ending and the best beginning for these two people. They can abandon their stubbornness, face up to themselves, and start over. This is death and a new life, which perfectly conforms to the aesthetics of the author.

Qi Leren is not dead (those who will be resurrected are certainly not dead), but Ning Zhou has firmly established that his love was swayed in the end, and with this in mind + all alive + destined to be together = HE, so please touch your chest and tell every little friend loudly that this is a happy ending full of love and hope. As for why it doesn't end with the two people meeting again after seven days, it’s because the two people can't meet for the time being even after seven days, as Ning Zhou went to Purgatory... This is the second story.

Although it's my first time writing CP*, when I look back, all the sugar I sent is poisonous… But it doesn't matter, we have the second one! In the second part, Chen Baiqi's sister has a saying "God assists", which she likes very much. She announces in advance: "How much courage does it take for a person to deny his past, destroy his present and future with his own hands, and make himself struggle to abandon his faith before and after his death, just for his right to love. From now on, you are his God and his sin. You should heal him, redeem him, be his scabbard, be his armor, and become his faith. Qi Leren, you should take good care of him."

*{EN: Character Pairing}

I give full marks for this assist.

Thanks to the readers here, I really appreciate your support. Sometimes I am really not a good author, and I often write willfully regardless of the market. However, the author thinks that although I can't make readers like every work, at least I can make myself like it. If my brain waves are lucky enough to keep pace with the readers while satisfying my cute point, it is the greatest fate.

Here, once again, I love the master reminder with a stupid face. She must regret dating me because of the Nightmare Game now, but it's too late to get on the false boat.

The plan for the second half of the year is tentatively set as Egg Game 3 and a silly white sweet medium-length brain hole. The outline of Nightmare Game 2 will be carried out synchronously, and the second one will be opened as soon as possible. In addition, the manhua of Nightmare Game 1 is also being done. The pre-sale time depends on the progress of the two artists, the art being set, and my writing. You can pay attention to my Weibo @ 薄暮冰轮, or directly pay attention to the @ secret newspaper in charge of agency.

The text has been roughly revised, and I'll pack a TXT and send it to Weibo later. Goodbye until the next story, love everyone, Mwah~

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Editor’s Notes:

We still have one non-canon extra left, but I know not everyone reads those so I will put my final comments here.

Thank you to everyone who has read, commented, and spoken to me directly! I’ve really enjoyed working on this and have appreciated the engagement my little pet project has gotten. With that said, I will be taking a one month break before I begin posting Nightmare Game II, so the first chapter will be up on May 10th, mark your calendars and check back here then. If the date changes for whatever reason I will announce it both here and on [my twitter]. Sorry to leave you all on such a cliffhanger ending.

To fill the Nightmare Game-shaped holes that I know must be in all of your hearts, I have two novel recommendations. The first is that I want to once again urge you to read BMBL’s other trilogy The Easter Egg Game if you haven’t yet, as its connection to Nightmare Game will become more prominent in Part II. It is much shorter so I promise it won’t take as much time to read as this one has. My other recommendation is Kaleidoscope of Death, which is actually the reason I started reading Nightmare Game in the first place as I had finished reading Kaleidoscope and was desperate for something similar. I would say the horror in Kaleidoscope is honestly much better than in this, though I prefer Nightmare Game’s overall story. (A warning though that it includes quite a few crossdressing jokes.)

Thank you again for sticking with this series and my editing of it all the way! I hope you’ll continue reading in the future. Until then, farewell ( *・∀・)ノ゛

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caffeineaddicted-noonie · 2 years

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- My appearance-. I have dark brown hair and hazel eyes. I’m 4”9 and I’m a little chubby. I wear glasses. I have thick hair and it’s really hard to brush but it reaches my hips. I’m pan sexual and I’m Leo. I’m a 6w5 ENTP. Speaking of MBTI, I actually did a lot of research just to educate my friends about what MBTI really is and how 16personalities.com is inaccurate, and through tons of research and websites, I got to the conclusion that I’m a ENTP which I later bragged about how intelligent I am that I did a lot of research. So, I feel like that says a lot about me. I seriously hate it whenever someone tells me about 16personalities.com even if they don’t know anything about MBTI. - I am pretty bubbly but I can be super chill at times and I’m considered a very smart person by my friends. However, sometimes when I’m feeling hyper I like to make violent jokes. I have a huge ego but I love being complimented. I am super confident in myself. Overall, I am an extrovert. I am really loyal but sometimes I like to make my partner or friend jealous just to play with them. Worst side of me is that I can be a unintentionally clingy and sometimes I take my jokes a little too far. I always cry when it comes to animal deaths but with humans, not so much. when bad things happen, I try my best to stay strong but then a few hours later, I kind of fall apart. I also say controversial things that I don’t even believe in just to spark a conversation or a debate - My hobbies are sometimes I like to learn more about random stuff whether it be computer science, psychology, or philosophy. I also like to read and watch a lot of psychological thriller and horror stuff. I think I prefer books over movies though. I really like baking but I kinda get to lazy to do it?? I really like learning. I like math and writing fictional stories and characters due to my unlimited creativity- I also like playing my violin! I don’t like freakishly tall like 5“10 and taller because I can’t comprehend how tall they are compared to me. I’m afraid of bugs. I will start crying if I see an insect - I LOVE VIDEO GAMES. One time, a person in my class tried to make fun of me and said I played those GirlGo games and Gacha life and then I ended up hitting them with games like Phantom Pain, Call Of Duty, Warframe, Red Dead Redemption, LittleBigPlanet, and etc. I play on my PS4 or sometimes on my PC! - With relationships, I don’t have much to say because I’m happy with whoever my partner is since my feelings can be unpredictable. If I had to pick, I would say the most common type of people I’d crush on are mostly shy and quiet people because when you reach a certain point in the relationship with them, they would become comfortable and such. I love showing my partner off to everyone just to brag about how I’m the luckiest person in the world to have them and I also love showing TONS of PDA. It doesn’t matter whether my partner shows PDA or not but I will do it nonetheless. Sometimes, I can get a little jealous and possessive whenever they don’t give me the quality time that I don’t want with them and it’s kind of upsetting because I overthink it like a lot.

WJCJEJFJ TY <3 BUT DW ABT IT- IK TUMBLR CAN BE WEIRD RICIEJFN

AHH THANKSS. AND YES, TUMBLR CAN BE WHACK. BUT NO WORRIES! YOUR MATCHUP IS COMPLETE!!

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TICCI TOBY

maybe it was hidden log 1 - friends 🌹

+ I like to think that you won't be attracted to him at first, just interested in knowing him. + But, he was already crushing on you. ”Why?” ”B-because, what i-i-is there NOT t-to l-love about her, Jeff?” + He keeps it low profile tho. + I can see you two being this horror or action game duo. You’d play Phasmophobia, Resident Evil, etc etc. + When he crushes on someone, he’d be the one to just look up anything that would prove that you two are compatible. Zodiacs, MBTI etc Sitting on the dining table, you had your hands on a teacup. It had jade flower petals as a design. - Not sure if it was antique. She shrugged that thought off and sipped her chamomile tea. Perfect for an autumn chill. Toby sat in front of you, drinking the same thing. Without you knowing of course. You looked up at him. + This boy almost choked on his tea "What are you drinking?" "Oh, u-uh C-chamomile Tea," he said with a smile on his face. "Cool" + You just thought it was cool while he thought it was awesome + But you guys start a conversation after. + You stated something controversial and it became a long convo until you guys left the topic to think a few days and talk about it again. + He loves that you're bubbly and chill. Your confidence made him like you more! + You don't have to worry about being hyper around him, I mean, he's the same hihih + He's not one to read books but he's a listener! So, after you read, want to tell him what you read or learn? He wants to know what!

and appeared to accompany life log 2 - lovebirds 💖

+ He confessed his love through the most classic way of all. Breakfast. + Pancake, the maple syrup wrote,

"Dearest Love, Have A Nice Breakfast"

+ Your relationship started well. He finds it interesting when you like to make him jealous and yet still loyal. But he doesn't mind, sometimes. + Do not worry! I hc him to be 175 cm! + He avoids watching Animal Planet with you. + You being clingy? He loves it. Makes him know that you really really love him <3 + If any of your jokes hit him, he'll tell you BUT only after a few months lmao + He has this habit. He likes to cuddle. A lot. Put it in your schedule to dedicate at least an hour for cuddles babe. "Alright Toby, it's time," "R-really?" he asks, excitement heard in his tone. You nod and he happily goes towards you. He wraps his arms around your frame and carries you into your shared bedroom. Laying you down on the bed with him, he sighs happily as your body fits perfectly with his, as always and forever. *cough* + You know his love language is quality time and physical touch! + PDA?! He's brave and he'll show it! + Kiss you in public once bc he cannn + He loves you so so muchhh + His heart is yours~

HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3

#noonies writtings #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta scenarios #creepypasta matchups #creepypasta toby #toby creepypasta #toby #toby headcanon #ticci toby #toby x reader

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houseofsannae · 3 years

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A Fistful of Munny - Extended End Notes

Notes for A Fistful of Munny that don’t fit within the character limit under the cut!

Please, read the fic before reading this post

All right! Welcome to the extended notes, in which I go into excruciating detail over a bunch of stuff that doesn’t matter, because I like the sound of my own voice!

Let’s start with some more broad stuff that didn’t make the exclusive end notes space. To do the Fistful of Dollars homage, I needed a place where I could have two villainous factions intersecting for Strelitzia to play against one another. After some brainstorming and asking for help from other people working on the Entwined in Trine Sorikai zine (and ultimately ignoring all their very good suggestions (Sorry, guys!)), I eventually realized that the Wasteland from Epic Mickey was a perfect place for this story, both in the sense of having mooks to destroy without Strels committing actual murder, and in the thematic sense of forgotten characters. There was just one issue.

I hadn’t played Epic Mickey.

And that is how I spent my summer, playing both Epic Mickey games. Both, because I was looking for a good location to set the story in in-world. Since the Wasteland is based on the Disney theme parks, I was hoping to find one based on Frontierland, their Western section. Such a location did exist – Disney Gulch – but only in the second game. Which meant I had to play Epic Mickey 2, as well. (The first one is a better game, but that’s not really the fault of the developers; they were not given the time they needed to make it as good as the first one. Here’s a video with trivia about the series that goes a little into the development.) I also needed to learn the Mad Doctor’s ultimate fate, since I wanted his Beetleworx/Blotworx to be one of the two villainous factions. In the game, depending on whether you chose the Paint (Paragon) or Thinner (Renegade) path, the Doc is either redeemed… or dead. Neither of which was helpful, so I had to invent.

But let’s talk about characters and why I picked them in order. The short version for why these choices, at least on the Final Fantasy side, is set-up for later. Obviously I can’t go into detail why. Before that, let’s talk about the Beanie Baby.

Chi is, as I hope you were able to guess, Strelitzia’s Chirithy. I’ve brought it up several times, but I personally do not like mascot characters. There are a few exceptions, but Chirithies are not one of them. Like I said, KHUx isn’t what happened in this AU, so you’ll have to wait for in-universe answers on why it’s a cat now. Out-of-universe reason is this was the only way I could make it palatable for myself. I arbitrarily decided on a gender for it because as a real cat, it would have a sex. Canonically Chirithies appear to be genderless, and in Japanese refer to themselves with the gender-neutral (but masculine-leaning) boku. I would’ve left Chi that way, save for the fact that he’s a completely normal cat now. (And before you ask, no, not every real cat that appears in KHΨ from this point on is a Chirithy.)

As for Strelitzia herself, it’s hard for me to pick up a character’s voice when they’re… not voiced. Intonation and cadence do a lot for me mimicking the way a character talks, so it’s a bit more difficult when they don’t technically speak. I tried for a mix between Sora and Kairi, while still keeping her defining character traits of being shy, but also impulsive.

You may notice that while she’s started remembering faces, if not names, the Player’s name and face still eludes her, despite her (canonical. Deal with it.) crush on them. There is a story reason for this, and will become clear once Luxu takes centre stage.

The name “Jane” was chosen with more consideration than just “Jane Doe” being the standard name in (at least my corner of) the English-speaking world for a woman of unknown identity. See, the Man With No Name actually has three names. In A Fistful of Dollars, he is referred to (by one character in one scene, once) as “Joe”. “Joan” might have been a more clear homage, but I figure Jane makes sense. And as you might guess, in the next fic, Strels will be going by a different name, still not her own. She’ll remember her name… eventually.

One might think I could’ve picked any old Cid, and one would be wrong for reasons I can’t explain yet. In fact, I can’t explain much of anything surrounding him yet. What I can say is no, Cidney Aurum is not dead, she’s just not related to Cid Sophiar in this fic verse. An unfortunate consequence of where I wanted to put each of them in the narrative; making them not be related was the only way it made any sense, geographically speaking.

Hyperion on the other hand, I can talk about. He’s one of the Gremlins in Epic Mickey, and… wait, first things first. Gremlins are from an abandoned Disney film based on a Roald Dahl book, itself based on the cryptids that supposedly haunted airplanes and caused them to malfunction, the earliest known written-down mention of the concept being from the 1920s. The film never got made, but the designs Disney would have used were adapted into a second printing of Dahl’s book, and they were later used in Epic Mickey. Hyperion is, like the publishing imprint that Disney owns, named after a street that Walt Disney used to live on. In-game, Hyperion is in Bog Easy (based on the Haunted Mansion), not Disney Gulch, but his name stuck out to me as being particularly fun, so I picked him instead of trying to figure out what Gremlins actually are in the Gulch (they have names in the files of Epic Mickey 2, but not in the actual game, so it would have been a hunt).

Regardless of where the setting ended up, for the second villainous faction, I was always going to plop down the good old Don. More things I can’t talk about. For everything FF7, know that I’m always going to be pulling from a mix of the original game, Remake, and Machinabridged. Hence, Corneo’s outfit is a mix of his original and Remake designs (which basically just means he’s wearing blue jeans instead of brown). I didn’t think bringing in his three lieutenants from Remake was necessary, especially since this was supposed to be a kind-of small operation.

Leslie is picked up and dropped from Remake pretty much unchanged. I needed someone to do the murders Strels couldn’t, and even if he’s not a complete asshole, he’s still mostly an asshole. Have we ever seen small, Materia-like balls used to cast magic before…?

Onto the fun bits, which is the Disney characters. We’ll start with Percy, who is from a Goofy short called “How to Ride a Horse”, from 1950. And that’s about it. The conceit in Wasteland is that all of the Toons there were basically actors, and they wound up in Wasteland if they were forgotten (that’s not exactly correct, but I’m generalizing). This is interesting, since two of the Toons in Epic Mickey are Horace Horsecollar and Clarabelle Cow, both of whom… are residents of Disney Town in Kingdom Hearts, having shown up in Birth by Sleep. So that’s an interesting continuity snarl that I’m going to just ignore.

Persephone and Pluto, on the other hand, are from an earlier short called “The Goddess of Spring”, from 1934. It was one of the projects Disney tried as practice for Snow White. If you’re about to protest that his name should be Hades, not Pluto, then you’re going to need a time machine so you can tell them back in the 30s. The Goddess of Spring is a musical, in the sense that every single line is sung. Watch it for yourself. There’s a video with better quality floating around YouTube, but for some reason it’s the French dub. And that’s why both of them sing most of their lines. I tried matching the meter of their actual parts, but Persephone’s doesn’t actually follow a syllabic pattern that I could make out. I eventually gave up and just gave her the meter from the start of the short. Pluto’s was easier to manage (and more consistent).

The skeletons are Disney veterans, presumably the same ones from “The Skeleton Dance” (1929), but more specifically they’re mimicking what they did in “The Mad Doctor” (1933), the first appearance of our other villain. They’re fun.

The original Mad Doctor was supposedly named “Dr. XXX”, according to the name on his door. This was before the modern film rating system was put in place; it was a different time. In the original short, the Mad Doctor kidnaps Pluto (the dog) with the intent of cutting him in half and putting his front half on a chicken For Science!, and Mickey follows him to his castle to rescue the purloined pooch. The short wasn’t a musical in the same vein as “The Goddess of Spring”, but… the Mad Doctor’s only spoken lines were a song (aside from evil cackling). While I had already decided to do the “Toons that sang in their short can only communicate through song” with Persephone and Pluto before starting on Epic Mickey 2, I hilariously discovered that the game developers had done the exact same gag with the Mad Doctor, most of his lines in the game being sung. (In Epic Mickey there were no fully voiced lines, so he speaks as normally as anyone else does). Which made it easier to write his songs here, since I could just rewrite his songs from the game. I used to write alternate lyrics for songs back in high school, so this was an interesting trip back in time for me. They were stuck in my head for weeks afterwards, but it was worth it.

I believe that’s everything for the characters. Let’s talk about Keyblades.

It irks me that three people in KHUx have the same Keyblade. Ephemer, Skuld, and Strelitzia all have variations of Starlight. Now, in KHΨ, there is only one Starlight, and it belongs to Luxu, so I’m going to have to decide on different Keyblades for each of them. (Ephemer’s has already been decided, and I haven’t started brainstorming for Skuld yet. No I do not need suggestions, thank you). Pixie Petal bears a noted (by KHWiki) resemblance to one of Marluxia’s alternate scythes, so that tangential connection was enough for me. Both siblings have flower-themed Keyblades – it makes sense to me.

You might notice a few disparities in the magic. These are on purpose, and will eventually make sense. And that’s all I can say on that at the moment. ;)

Oh, yes, one important thing I probably should have said on the main notes: I’m not going for a realistic depiction of amnesia here. Anything I got right was entirely accidental, and I’m fairly certain there’s not much. There might be a story reason for why it works the way it does… and it might be the same reason why other people from KHUx have or had amnesia in the present day…

You know what’s funny? Although Orcuses look more impressive than Invisibles, their stats in Days are actually worse. I’m fairly sure that this is because the only time we see an Orcus, it’s actually an illusion cast over Xion so that Roxas will fight her to the death. There are no other stats for them (according to KHWiki), since they’ve never been used elsewhere.

A friendly reminder that Apprentice Xehanort invented the term “Heartless”, which was why Aqua didn’t know what to call them until Mickey told her. Thus, nobody from the era of the Keyblade War should know the term “Heartless” without being told by someone in present day. “Darkling” was the term they used instead. I’m fairly certain KHUx ignores the continuity on this (so why should we trust its continuity for anything else, hmm?)

I think that covers everything! Or at least everything I’m willing to share at this point. If you’ve read this far, thank you! I appreciate your dedication! ^_^

#kingdom hearts Ψ #fanfic #kingdom hearts #strelitzia #fic notes #a fistful of munny

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missblissy · 4 years

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Hey! I’m loving your Alastor imagines & I want to request one. Can you write something where the reader is an angel from heaven & sneaks down to hell to visit Alastor (boyfriend) every day. The reader puts on a disguise to not get caught. So one day reader decides to show off her wings to him in private & he’s smitten with how gorgeous they are since he’s never seen anything like it & asks to touch them which makes reader blush/giggle causing Alastor to sneeze. Just fluff & kisses. Thanks!

((@U@ I am swept away by this ask Is this based off an OC?? Cause if so??? Please tell me about them??? If not??? THANK YOU FOR SUPPLYING THE BEST ASK OF THE DAY!!!!!!! I kind of turned this into a song fic?? Im sorry if you aren’t into those, I was just listening to this song over and over again while writing this fic and??? I just??? Love it?? Anyways QuQ Sorry if you don’t like song fics, but!! ENJOY!!!!!!!!))

You risked your life every day you ascended down with to meet with a man who you could never spend your afterlife with. Falling with Morning Star, Venus, traveling the path of Lucifer, you’d hide among the clouds as you waited for the perfect time to fall without anyone noticing. Every morning you’d make this journey.

Many people thought you were a shooting star crashing into the earth and you could hear their prayers and wishes while falling towards earth. There were many portals to Hell, but you took the one in Italy and fell through the crusts of the planet.

With your white wings tucked in, you landed in The Forests of Limbo. Many souls were doomed to walk among it’s swampy land, lost in the fog forever while they search for heaven’s golden gates. Of in the distance and close to the Second Circle of Lust, you could see several castles bloom above the treetops. You looked around to make sure you were alone. Quickly, you replaced your halo for horns. Your wings faded and blended into your back, tucked and hidden away so no one could see them. You took on a demonic form with a slithering imp tail and teeth the size of knives. You sucked in a deep breath and started heading for the center of the Hell and into Pentagram City.

You had fallen in love with a man who was the complete opposite of you. He was cunning, evil, tricky, mischievous and twisted. Alastor was a demon unlike any other. And still, you loved him and every evil little thing about him. Lately, he’s been staying in a hotel and not his home. You were kind of happy that he was. There was a point there when he went weeks without leaving his home. Now he had so many friends and people to surround himself with. It made your naturally worrying heart ease a little.

He was staying on the top floor, thank god you had wings. Expect this time when you stretched them out, the pure white feathers were gone and replaced with slick black skin as it stretched out like a bat’s wing. Standing at the base of the hotel while the morning light crawled into the sky, you gave one quick swoop of your wings and launched into the sky. Seconds later you were tapping on Alastor’s window only to come face to face with the Radio Demon himself.

With a never-ending smile, he pushed open his window, “Good morning, my dear,” He held his hand out for you. As he helped you through the window he grabbed ahold of your waist and gently placed you on solid grown. Alastor didn’t waste a second at stealing a kiss from your lips.

You giggled softly, trying to hide your blush, “Hello,” Your voice was small and your heart was racing. Of course, Alastor knew you were an angel from above, but no one else did. It was a forbidden love that made your blood rush with excitement.

Alastor brushed his nose against you. You loved his little Eskimo kisses more than the real ones, “You look like you’ve been through Hell and back,” He joked softly, his long claws still wrapped around your waist and holding you in place. You giggled, loving his jokes and poor taste in humor.

“Only so I can be with you, my love,” You lifted your hand and Alastor instinctively pressed his cheek into your palm. He rubbed his cheek against your fingers while a shallow smile adorned his face.

He started to hum and followed suit. You already ready knew the tune as Alastor whisked you around his hotel room. The two of you waltz in circles. Your eyes locked with his dark ones, he hummed with a fizzle and a pop in his static voice, then as if by magic a soft song escaped his form. He was his own damn radio, music twirled from him and soon he was singing as the two of you dance, “Ultimately I don’t understand a thing, I try to do the best I can, I know you try to do the same. We’re just so bound to make mistakes,” His voice came in and out of frequence, mingling with the soft music, “You could call it a disposition. I apologize for all your tears, I wish I could be different. But I’m still growing up… Into the one you can call your love,” He took his hand and creased your cheek, still singing along as your heart called to his siren song, “I don’t know if I’ll ever be enough, I’m throwing in my chips, I guess I tend to push my luck,” He stared down at you with a softer gaze and a sweet smile.

Your eyes lit up, knowing every word by heart, a large smile flutter to your lips, “And ultimately, I believe we’ll be okay! It’s so cliché to say these things, but repetition is a key!” Alastor’s silent heart twitched alive and caused little static waves of electricity to pulse from his form. The music played on as you reached on your toes and touched your nose to his, “I think I’m better when I’m with you. But I worry when you’re gone. I think I need to learn to love myself, I must learn to be strong,” Alastor slowed your waltz and eventually halted. You were close enough that you could kiss him, but you sang on with your lips barely brushing his shallow smile, “So, for now we’ll say goodbye. Although it pains me in my heart, your words, they come to me in memories. They sing to me like songs, it won’t be long until I’m here!” You pressed a kick kiss onto his lips, he didn’t even jump. He instead leaned down and followed you for another kiss but you sang on before he could do so, “Soon I’ll make my arrival. Under shady trees, a quiet street. The roads that I have traveled,”

The two of you hummed in harmony for a second, then together you sang, “Ultimately it's a beautiful thing, like flowers blooming in a lonely field. The petals drift through crossing winds, they find their way to river streams that scent the water beautifully, it takes me back to you~ It takes me back to you~”

The music played on as the two of you slow danced there in that spot for a minute or so. Eventually, the tune quietly faded away until the room was silent again. It was always your favorite thing you did with him. Singing was so important to both of you and you were so happy you could share that love with him.

Alastor creased your cheek with his hand while pressing a kiss onto your forehead, “You’d look better without those silly demon parts,” He quietly suggested in a low whisper-like voice.

He kept purring in your ear like a cat. He was always trying to get you to drop your disguise. You didn’t look much different from your natural form. You just had a halo and wings and some different color schemes. You gave a little shake of your head, “What if someone sees me?”

Alastor just gave a little chuckle with a tiny smile, “Only I will see, my dear, I promise,” He snapped his fingers and all the curtains closed by themselves and you heard the lock to his door click and shut.

“Fine,” You huffed with a little grin, not really upset by it, “But close your eyes first- And sit! On the bed!” Alastor followed your orders and perched himself on the edge of his bed. He closed his eyes and you waited a few seconds to make sure he wouldn’t peak.

You had never shown him your true form. So you were a little nervous. What if he didn’t like the way you looked? You shook away your fears and waved your hand slowly over your chest. A warm and heavenly glow flustered and flashed from your heart before become so bright that it encased your entire body.

Only seconds passed and suddenly you were adorned in a thin white dress, a tiny little halo above your head, and wings untucked and folded behind you back, “Okay,” You quietly said, “You can look.”

As you stood there with your arms crossed over your chest, a flustered blush on your face, you watch Alastor open his eyes and his smile slowly fall from his face. No! He didn’t like it! You’d never seen him without a smile!

He got up very quickly and possessively grabbed you with his hands and yanked you towards him. You were chest to chest when Alastor grabbed your chin with his fingers and forcefully stole as many kisses as he wanted. You were confused but you enjoyed this new version of Alastor that you’d never met before.

“Absolutely, entirely and completely perfect and beautiful in every way,” Alastor’s voice was strong and confidante, his smirk was back as he watched you grow red, “I’ve never seen a creature as lovely and heavenly as you.”

He really never had. Alastor had never seen any angel ever. They didn’t tend to come down to Hell that often. He couldn’t take his eyes off your. Your skin was perfect, smooth, and hade the faintest glow to it. The way your hair was so fluffy and soft, it was so tempting not to run his fingers through it. But he was the most hypnotized by your wings. They were huge and finally understood why you kept them tucked away all the time.

Alastor released you from his grip and quickly walked behind you. He almost laid a finger on your wings but stopped inches before making contact. Silly him, he almost forgot to ask, “May I?”

You blinked a couple of times, not sure if you were comfortable with this or not. But you finally nodded your head and gave in to his pleading gaze. The second his fingers came in contact with your feathers, you felt a wild chill run down your back. It was a strange tickle that resided in your belly and caused your cheeks to flare up into a rosy red color. Alastor couldn’t help himself, he plucked a large white feather from your wings which caused you to jump and nearly knock him over.

“Sorry!” He smiled, “I just had to have one!” His tone was so light and bubbly, you could even be mad at him. Alastor then dipped his nose into your feathers and took in a deep breath. You smelled like peaches and sunshine.. He loved it. He took in another sigh but this time the feathers tickled his nose and causing him to sneeze.

His face twisted up and then he let out a loud “Achoo!” Oh god, it was so cute. He even seemed a little dazed by the force of the sneeze and he sniffled up whatever was trying to escape his nose. You spun around -almost knocking over a lamp in the process- then clasped your hands on either side of Alastor’s face.

You smiled big and gave him a quick kiss, “You’re so adorable,” You told him, “I’m glad you like me this way. I wasn’t sure if you would...”

“How could I not?!” He started to snake his hands around your torso, resting them at the curves of your waist, “You’re simply perfect, my love.” He knew exactly what to say to make you blush and try and hide it with a giggle. The two of you kept standing there. Giving Eskimo kisses and real ones, getting intoxicated on each other’s love and drowning in affection. Nothing could have been more romantic or perfect than this.

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cherr-e · 4 years

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 | based in 18th century Korea - JOSEON.

❝ You were never meant to live for love, ranks and hierarchy mattered the most. Prince Lee Taeyong was at the top of the hierarchy, he was the youngest out of four brothers. He knew he was not made for the throne and lived his life away from the epicentre of Joseon, in peace with his poems and music. Yet the son of his father’s respected friend peaks his interest in what he would later on define as love. ❞

DISCLAIMER ⚠️ this is an alternate universe of the ship OLIYONG. this is a piece of fiction, and does not refer to any location or individual throughout this mini-series from start to finish. this is not a historical or documentary work and is purely made for entertainment.

[...] means a soundtrack that would sound nice in the scene, similar to a movie.

masterlist | episode one:- we’ve become part of the past.

The petals of cherry blossoms swayed underneath the hands of the wind, it was the end of another spring which meant Prince Taeyong had to attend to his seasonal visits at the main palace. The place where he spent most of his childhood and teen years, trapped and lost. His brothers busy competing to become better than the other and that was why he had now resided to the countryside. Away from his royal duties, and only payed respect to his father.

A few days and he’d be home again, busy humming along to his poems and music while he played to the young children of the small village he resided in. “How long will you stay here?” His right-wing man, Taeil, spoke up after throwing back a shot of rice wine from the local bar they frequented in Hanyang - the capital of Joseon. “I don’t really know, probably for two days. There’s nothing interesting about my family’s lives. Same old shit, brothers fighting over who’s the better royal. Don’t even get me started on their wives.” Taeyong rolled his eyes at the thought of those evil gossipers. They probably wondered why he wasn’t wed yet, making up rumours that he would bed men of the countryside.

Well he did have an open opinion towards love, but at the same time believed love was for the weak. It was something his family would use against him, if he ever felt that emotion begin to wrap its fingers around his mind - he would push it to the ends of the earth and forget it in his tattered books. “You’re dozing off again.” Taeil munched on the anju served with the alcohol - “I’m already thinking of heading home.” Taeyong sighed, his eyes shining with sadness and regret. This was how it was with every seasonal visit, he was reminded of how boring his life was. A life many strived for, but he felt like his opinions did not align with society. Not anymore at least.

An hour had passed, Taeil taking it slow with his alcohol yet his superior had downed two bottles of rice wine and soju, forgetting about the busy day ahead of him tomorrow. The royal prince looked sad whenever he was drunk, the walls he built around himself after all these years tumbled after a sip of alcohol. A lost young frail boy, with big shining eyes that yearned for a new life - his face was clean-shaven, sparse from any form of facial hair. He looked more like a young naive boy despite being in his twenties and having his fair share of problems.

[ ... lover’s first ]

“Let’s head back to the palace Taeil-ssi.” Taeyong slurred, cheeks pink and puffy. “I’ll pay for the alcohol. Wait for me at the entrance.” Moon Taeil smiled softly while his friend scurried off to where he would stand, but the sound of a loud performance had dragged his tired body towards the buzz of the street. Like a moth to a flame. He was enraptured by the sounds of Hanyang at night, lost in the midst of crowds, he was normal and he probably looked like a useless drunkard to others. It was the buzz of the night that drove Taeyong’s adrenaline, he swam in the crowd. Wind hitting his face as the cold night began to dance between the people. Soon, droplets of rain had fallen on his face - pitter patter they fell. Droplets became a light drizzle, some of the crowds ran to seek shelter and the business men sprinted to protect their stands from getting wet.

Being lost in the crowds brought euphoria to his melancholic soul, losing concentration of reality lead to him slipping on the wet floor and bumping into a taller large build. Papers and brushes scattered across the ground, soaking in the water from the skies. Taeyong helped pick up the mess he created, apologising quickly as he repeated “sorry” a billion times. The artist grinned, finding the younger man’s drunk state slightly amusing.

“You draw well.” He handed the artist the last painting. “Thank you.” The man had a deeper voice, slightly rough with an accent hidden at the end of the two words he spoke. “You sound like you’re not from Hanyang.” Taeyong pointed out, the rain still continuing its assault on the strangers “you could say that.” He smiled again, this time it made Taeyong’s heart pick up its pace.

The stranger was a very handsome man, who looked to be in his mid twenties, the tan skin and accent meant he was probably from a place further east but the hanbok he wore looked to be made of the finest of materials imported from China and made by well-known tailors who served the rich. It was dark purple, the sleeves and trousers black - disagreeing with the season that had just recently arrived in Joseon. Taeyong pondered, the artist looked like someone who did not conform to society as the colours he wore did not represent summer at all. Despite the smile and the kind demeanour the stranger had shown off to the Prince, sad souls recognised one another because the sleepless nights lay beneath their eyes, and the colours of summer did not break their cries.

Kim Minjae grabbed his soaked painting from the delicate hands of the drunkard in front of him. The drawings were most likely ruined, but it wasn’t like anyone was going to view his work - he was the son of one of the highest ranking war generals in the country, he was trained to battle for the worse. Not to paint foolish moments he found appealing that weakened a part of his soul, he hated being talented in the arts.

“I’ll be off then.” Minjae chuckled, and Taeyong nodded his head - he wanted to ask for the artists’ name, but he kept quite and stepped aside. “It was nice meeting you Mr Drunkard.” He spoke one last time, and Taeyong watched as the man drowned in the ambiance of the night. The rain still continued, and Taeyong was soaking wet yet he felt very high. That buzz of adrenaline, it was still swimming in his bloodstream, his heart reached to his ears, was it excitement? Curiosity because to that tall man? The rain and alcohol?

He was hoping the reason for his body to be so awake was of something stupid and not because of that broken artist. The last thing he needed were feelings for a sorrowful stranger.

“I heard the servants watched you come in late last night.” Minjae halted at the sound of his father’s stern lifeless voice. He cleared his throat and said, “I went out for some air and got carried away a little bit,” he remembered the table manners he had learnt a few months back. Never eat when conversing with someone older than you.

“Did you draw anything?” General Kim picked up rice with his chopsticks and chewed on it slowly. He never looked his son in the eye ever, Minjae did not know why, He preferred looking at nature instead of his stupid useless son. “No father. I haven’t drawn in a long time.”

His father grunted in acknowledgement: “well done.” They sat in silence, the sound of utensils hitting against the expensive bowls and plates. Breakfast always consisted of a silent father, Minjae still did not why his father had shown up a few years back in the countryside he grew up in. The expensive clothing, the sleek black horse and the small army that were behind his father - it was a different world to Minjae then, he was used to ragged clothes, playing with the country kids and singing along to their lullabies, drawing whatever he found pretty and appreciating small things. That life was over now, and he had a new future - a better one.

“His Majesty, the King would like to meet you today, he wants to see how well you fair off on the battlefield and has invited us to sparring with his sons. All four of them. Do well.” General Kim stood up from the table, the servants bowing as he passed by them. Kim Minjae stopped chewing, and threw his chopsticks on the table - not a single goodbye, like its always been.

The journey to the palace was slightly embarrassing, he wore the finest of clothes his father had brought him - a light blue hanbok with white trousers and white sleeves. He looked soft, happy even from the exterior which only mattered to the king. The commoners marvelled at his looks, he was slightly shy at the compliments and the fawning girls. He was not used to this, he hated being underneath the spotlight - the centre of the crowd.

Now his father and Minjae bowed down to the King in front of them, he wore his red and golden robes and smiled at the sight of Minjae. “He looks strong Manshik-ssi.” The King had a hoarse voice, like death was just around the corner, a long grey beard that reached mid-way to his neck was adorned on his face, wrinkled skin that had aged over the years.

Minjae lifted his head up after the King had ordered him to and he gave a smile, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, your Majesty.” The King chuckled, and turned to his sons. “These are my four sons, if I see you worthy today you may be defending Joseon with them one day.” He spoke proudly, and waited for the warrior to introduce himself.

Taeyong was gobsmacked, annoyed maybe, he wanted to curse the skies. Scream even but he was curious, “It’s a pleasure to meet you all your Royal Highnesses, my name is Kim Minjae and one day I wish to be your loyal consort and friend in the nearby future.”

[ ... the artists’ lullaby ]

“Minjae. Kim Minjae was the artists’ name,” the professor turned to his students after writing up the name on the large chalkboard. “He was one of the greatest artists of the Joseon period, you could even say he was ahead of his time with the portraits and drawings of nature. Instead of following fellow artists, with inspiration from the Chinese, his work resembled European art.”

He clicked his projector remote and showed the countless pieces that Minjae hated, “historians say that he hated his art so much after becoming rich, and despised whoever viewed his art. Apart from one, the fourth prince and son of King Do-hun. Lee Taeyong. Some say they were close friends while others believed they were lovers, the poems Taeyong wrote after he had met Minjae were self-explanatory.” The class chuckled, and the professor smiled.

Minjae and Taeyong’s love had become part of history.

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cast me aside

Demon!Jumin x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Emotional manipulation, mentions of abuse (not from Jumin), biblical references, blasphemy

“And the Spirit expressly speaketh, that in later times shall thee fall away from the faith, giving heed to seducing spirits and teachings of demons.”

- 1 Timothy 4:1

It was the Sabbath when you fell.

“Heed my warnings, you insolent child!”

The priest’s roar could rouse even the most deaf of people. Your sister of 7 was trembling in your embrace, pitiful whimpers wracking her small body. He paid no mind to it, seemed to enjoy it even.

“If thou insist on playing such games, thou shall be taken away, not by our Father, yet by the Devil whom tempts thou!”

“W-We understand, father! Please, no more! The poor girl is scared!”

He scoffed, looking at his kneeling daughters with distaste.

“So be it,” he hissed. “But remember what I hast said. Or I shall strike some sense into thy skulls.” He raised a hand and watched with pleasure as you flinch.

When the priest had left your room, your sister wept with sorrow, her fragile heart so close to breaking.

“Sister,” she sobbed. Tiny, grubby hands grabbed at the rags you wore, wringing it in her fists. “Sister, I did not mean to. I did not know, I did not know!”

“Young one,” you said in a soft breath, grabbing her face to peer into her beady little eyes. You shushed her, gentle. “What did that old woman give you? Tell me, now. What has made father so angry?”

Fat tears rolled down her cheeks. “The witch granted me a book. A book that’d grant me wishes, she said.” She wailed, then, pointing at the open book before them. “‘T-Twere a book of evil! Filled with Lucifer’s teachings!”

You sucked in a breath that quivered. Lucifer? What heartless witch would bestow such evil upon a child? You kept your head high. You mustn't show her how fearful her words had made you.

You clicked your tongue, wiping her tears with your dirty thumbs. “Foolish child,” you berated her, looking upon her with strict but fond eyes. “Father was right. You should not be playing with such things.”

“I will not! Never again, I promise!” You pressed a kiss upon her forehead and stroked her hair, ignoring the oil that clung to your fingers.

“Good girl,” you cooed. She seemed comforted, a smile on her small face, and your worries were soothed. With her tears gone and heart intact, you moved to stand. “Now then…” You swatted at your dress, ridding it of dust. “Run along, dear girl. Get ready for supper.”

“... Will father be joining us?” You heard the hope in her voice and smiled, bitter. You held a hand out to her.

“No, it is the Sabbath. He will not be joining us.”

She squealed in delight, taking your hand to pull herself up. “I will go set the table!”

You wished she could always be this happy.

She had paused then, standing by the door. Something about her tensed body made your stomach twist. “Wh-What will you do with the book?”

You looked to the book. A faint whisper of warning tickled your ears.

“I will burn it and we will speak no more of this.”

It was near midnight.

All was asleep in your home except you.

You who stood at the stove with the book in your hands. The fire crackled within its confines, warm light dancing amongst your face. You had a job to do.

But why do your hands remain still?

Why do they clutch this book, this blasphemous book, as if it were sacred?

“You must,” you hissed, quiet and urgent.

You willed yourself to throw it, to even lift it, and yet, you could not. Your chest heaved with unsteady breaths. “Why do you hesitate so?“

Nothing felt right in that moment. Your body felt much too heavy, much too tense.

“Why am I-“

‘Open it.’

A whisper.

Behind you, from within the darkness that shadowed the room.

And yet, you could not turn around. Was it the terror? Had the terror struck you so hard that you could not move? Had the darkness overwhelmed you?

‘Open it,’ it whispered again, closer this time. You felt tears fill your eyes.

‘Open.’

“No,” you croaked.

‘Open. Open. Open. Open. OPENOPENOPENOPENOPEN.“

Your mouth opened to scream but no voice came out. You could hear them all around you, these incessant whispers, their desperate screams. You wished to cry, you wished to call for help.

They were laughing now. You felt the cold surround you.

‘Then I will open it.’

Your hands, your cursed hands, threw the book to the floor and you watched, horrified as the book fell open. The yellowed page stared back at you. Etched into the paper was a head, scribbled in dark ink.

Horns. A beast. A horrendous, wicked thing.

You shrieked but no sound escaped.

Then the pages moved, turning and turning, nothing but yellow blurs, flipping, flipping-

Stop.

The only sound left was the crackling fire.

You fell to your knees, shaking hands entwined.

And you prayed.

“Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil,” you whispered, a frantic, desperate prayer. Can God hear your anguish?

“May God rebuke him, we humbly pray; And do thou-“

Will God save you now?

“O Prince of the Heavenly Host, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan and all evil spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls.”

Will God love you now?

“Amen.”

Another voice, different, but no less terrifying.

Something moved behind you, a faint breath tickling your neck.

You whimpered.

“Little lamb,” it called, so gentle you could almost cry. “Tell me, what has frightened you so?” Low and rich, a voice filled with promises and saccharine love. A voice fit for a devil.

Your breath hitched when you heard its footsteps, the sound of hooves click-clacking on the ground. You felt it stand beside you and, from the corner of your eye, you see them. Their darkness shines, reflecting the flame’s light off their curved bodies.

Horns...

A beast.

A horrendous, wicked thing.

You shut your eyes and bowed your head, a tear trickling down your cheek.

“Even if I shall walk in the valleys of the shadows of death, I will not be afraid of evil, because you are with me,” you muttered, hoping and hoping. “Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”

“And yet, you are afraid.” A hand grabbed your chin and you gasped at the feeling of the beast’s claws. “Where is your God to comfort you now? Hm?”

“G-Glory be to the Father-“ Its hand caressed your cheek and your breath stuttered from how human it felt. “And to the Son-“ Another hand, stroking your hair, and you choked from the tenderness. “T-To the Holy Ghos-“

“Look upon me, my lamb,” it murmured, and you ceased your prayer. “Open your eyes.”

Warm lips skim your wet cheek. You felt as though your body was held captive again, but it was different.

There was no chill to surround you. Only a comforting warmth, holding you in its embrace.

Your eyes fluttered open and you found, not a beast, but half of one. Dark hair framing a pale, chiseled face. Eyes void of light, as if a silent abyss resided inside them. His lips were a pale pink, a soft petal. He smiled and you wondered how such an angel could ever be cast out.

‘Ah,’ you thought. ‘So this is temptation.’

“Are you still afraid?” He stroked your cheek and you flinched as his claws lightly scratched your skin.

“Wh-Why have you come here, demon?”, you spat, venom seeping into your words.

“Demon?” he chuckled. “Is there no end to these names? Demon, Lucifer, Deceiver, Serpent…” He drew closer to you. Closer and closer, until you could do nothing but look into those dark eyes. “I’d rather be called Jumin.”

“I did not ask for your name.” You were quivering, but you refused to show the demon any more of your weakness. “I asked for your purpose here.”

Jumin’s smile lacked warmth. “My purpose?”

He leaned in, his hot breath fanning your lips and you dared not breathe. “I’ve come to take you, my sacrificial lamb.” He kissed you, the vile thing. Godless. Heinous.

You wished to drown in him.

His hands staked their claim on your body, brushing across your breasts, your hips, your ass. You shivered from his light touch. You’ve indulged in sin before, but never had it felt as rewarding as this. You remembered awkward, sweaty hands squeezing at your clothed body, inexperienced and uncomfortable.

But Jumin wasn’t anything like that choir boy. His touch sought to ruin you, to drive you mad from depravity. Not even God could save you now.

He tasted of ambrosia and felt like heaven, an angel made to sin. You kissed him desperately, savoring each press and pull of his lips. He clutched you tight to his body, claws ripping holes into your tattered dress. You could spend an eternity kissing him.

Jumin pulled himself from you and you felt as though you could die. “My darling,” he cooed. “It’s time to go.” You had no chance to question him before his lips were on yours again.

Darkness had befallen around you but all you felt was Jumin. His heady kisses. A tongue at the seam of your lips. His hot breaths.

Until you could feel nothing at all.

You dreamt of a happy life, filled with love and warmth. Where your sister laughed and played under the sun. Where your father was left to a rot in a grave.

Of having romance, someone to sweep you off your feet, someone to pray with, to love with all your might.

You dreamt of black hair and darker eyes. Pink lips, a soft petal. A voice that promised an eternity. An angel.

Have you finally found salvation?

You’ve only ever felt silk when you were a child. You remembered running your hands along the fabric, soft and cool to the touch.

Your little face had beamed with awe. You’ve never touched something so luxurious.

But now, as your eyes opened and your haze-filled head cleared, all you felt was silk. The blankets, the sheets, all was made from the lustrous fabric, and you relished its gentle chill. When you moved to sit, you noticed then that you were bare for all the world to see. Your naked body, once covered with dirt and grime, was now clean and you marvelled at your smooth skin.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

You shrieked as Jumin appeared from the shadows and you hurried to cover yourself with the blanket. “Wh-Where have you taken me?”, you whimpered, moving away from him. “Why am I n-naked?” He said nothing, only watched as you trembled and hid yourself from him.

His leering stare excited you as much as it terrified you, creating a dizzying concoction that made your head spin.

“Home,” he said, and your heart stopped. “I’ve brought you home.”

“This is not my ho-”

“Ah, but it is.” His hands clutched your shoulders, gripping tight. “We made a deal, did we not?” That smile, that damned deceitful smile. “In exchange for your sister’s happiness and your father’s death, you gave yourself to me.”

Your eyes burned with unshed tears. You felt as though you were choking, grasping for words to say. “I-I never agreed to that!”, you protested, clutching at his shoulders. “I never said-!”

“You did not need to say anything, my dear.” He sounded as though he were comforting a deranged animal. “Your heart said it all. Did we not kiss? Did you not cling to me like a bitch in heat?” You flinched, but still you refused to acknowledge his words.

You shook your head, over and over, gasping for air. “No, no, no!”, you cried. “Lies! You speak only lies!”

“Tell me little lamb, have I ever lied to you? Do you deny your heart’s wishes? Our kiss?” You were quiet, but it was enough of an answer.

Jumin wiped the tears that trickled from your eyes and pressed a kiss to your forehead as if to reward you. Your frayed heart ached. “Will she truly be happy?”, you rasped.

“Yes.”

The emptiness inside you grew. You did not wish to leave your sister behind, you wanted to stay with her, not watch on as she lived her life without you. Even the thought of it felt much too lonely. “Will I… Be happy?” The words tasted bitter on your tongue.

“Do you wish to be happy?” Upon your sluggish nod, Jumin kissed your lips. You could not bring yourself to return his affection. “Then,” he placed his hand over your eyes. “I will make you happy.”

When the shadows enveloped you, you did not pray to God.

Perhaps, there was no God to begin with.

You’ve lost track of your days spent in Jumin’s bed, nor could you remember the life you had before him. All you knew was his touches, his eternal love.

It was all you needed.

You never asked for anything more. He adored your docile demeanor, sought to sear his love into your body whenever he could.

“You can be more greedy. Much more greedy.”, he murmured, pushing your legs apart. You did not resist, always so obedient and pliant for him.

Sharp teeth scraped the soft skin of your inner thighs, a shuddering gasp leaving your spit-slicked lips. “J-Ju-“

“Shh...” His wicked tongue licked up your wet slit, slow and painful. You whined and grasped at the horns buried in his satin hair, tugging gently in hopes he will give you what you desire. He laughed at this, a deep rumble that shook you to the very core.

“You can act like a baby to me,” he whispered, the sweetest voice to ever grace your ears. His eyes, black as night, watched your every move, your every expression.

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