#starseed au

[thelargefrye]

STARSEED : PERFECT LOVE … mature one - shot

pairing : king!hongjoong x concubine!m!reader (ft. concubine!seonghwa and guard!yunho)

genre : fantasy au, slight historical au, royal au, smut, romance, sprinkle angst (i'm sorry i just can't help myself)

word count : 3.7k

warnings : language, slight jealousy (mainly yn), mentions of working in a brothel

smut warnings : unprotected sex, anal sex, oral, slight cumplay / eating

note : for my secret santa @yourfatherlucifer! i hope you enjoy it and happy holidays!! no tag list for this since its a present!

as the king’s favorite, you had many advantages and most of those included being with king in a way no one else could.

something felt uneasy in your stomach. like a swarm of moths flocking around inside of you. it was a feeling you didn't like, but you couldn't figure out how to get rid of it.

"what's wrong, moonflower?" you look up at the voice that snaps you out of your dazed thoughts. your eyes easily lock with seonghwa's figure who is standing behind you. his features are so soft and comforting as he smiles down at you.

his hands come to rest on your shoulders, gently massaging them and you feel the uneasy go down. but not disappear. "hmm?" he cocks his head to the side and you swallow the lump in your throat.

"i don't know... i'm just nervous i guess."

"nervous? about what?"

"hongjoong hasn't requested to see me in a while," you say with a sigh as you feel seonghwa's fingers press into your shoulders and you slowly feel the knots go away. seonghwa always was good a massages.

"i'm sure he's just busy, y/n. he is our king after all," seonghwa tries to reassure you and you appreciate his attempt, but it still doesn't settle the uneasiness. you hate it.

it's been several days since hongjoong last came to see you or even requested for you to spend the night with him. basically almost a week, and he's never went longer than a day without coming to see you. you couldn't help the thoughts running through your mind. was he still interested in you? did he still love you like he claimed?

you know he hasn't been by himself. having heard that he's been requesting for seonghwa as of late. your eyes flicker back up to the male standing behind you. seonghwa... he was so beautiful and kind. you don't blame hongjoong for taking him as a concubine, because you too fell in love with him. it wasn't hard.

perhaps hongjoong has just fallen for seonghwa harder and enjoys his company more than yours. the uneasiness returns tenfold the longer you think about these questions.

"moonflower?" seonghwa's voice once again brings you back to the present, his hand coming to rest on your jaw as he turns it to look at you. his eyes filled with worry as he looks at you.

you don't want to admit it, but you're completely jealous of seonghwa. how could you not be jealous of your lover? even when you both were growing up, he was the star of the village that everyone either wanted to marry or be. even when your village was raided and you were both sold off to the brothel, seonghwa was seen as the favorite "jewel" that everyone wanted. you were always second place to him, your own lover.

hongjoong probably only kept you as a concubine because of seonghwa.

"y/n, what's wrong?"

you open your mouth to speak; however, a knock at your chamber doors stops you. it opens to reveal yunho stepping inside, his armor hugging him nicely as he stands tall and proud.

"excuse me for interrupting, but his highness as requested to see you, y/n," you feel your heart jump into your throat as you stand up. you feel your palms sweat at the negative thoughts that fill your head.

this is it, he's going to tell you that he doesn't want you anymore. he's going to dismiss you and you'll never see him or seonghwa or any of the others again.

"hey, y/n," seonghwa grasps your wrist and you turn to look at him. "come find me later. so we can talk, okay?"

"okay, hwa," he smiles at your words before he's quickly leaning over to kiss you. his lips feel soft against your skin and you have to will yourself to not melt into his touch. thankfully before you can he's pulling away, his touch lingering on your skin even when you walk out of your chambers and down the grand hall.

yunho trails behind you, not saying anything as he escorts you to hongjoong's personal chambers.

"thank you for escorting me, yunho," you say looking at the guard with a smile. yunho returns your smile, bowing his head a little bit and you can't help but think he might have gotten taller since you last saw him. he's definitely gotten buffer, probably training with san and yeosang instead of resting. his brown hair is soft looking and he looks much happier now than when he did years ago when you first met him.

"of course, y/n," he says before his eyes are darting down each end of the hallway. there's no one else but the two of you and yunho takes the chance to lift your hand up and kiss the back it. he lets go of your hand before he's standing tall and adjusting his armor before he's turning and making his way back down the hallway.

and then you're left alone in front of hongjoong's chamber doors. you feel an ugly twist in your stomach as you knock on the oak doors and wait for his voice to let you in.

"come in," god, how long has it been since you've heard his voice. even just hearing him speak is enough to make you weak.

opening the door, you are immediately greeted to the sight of hongjoong lounging at his table, sitting in one of his plush, velvet chairs. his royal garments have been discarded, leaving him in only his thin, silk blouse and black trousers. his brown hair framing his face perfectly and you feel a wave of butterflies fill your stomach as your heart beat picks up.

hongjoong turns to see who has arrived and upon seeing you, his stoic face quickly turns into one of happiness. he stands up and makes his way over to you as you close the door behind you.

"my moonflower," he says, arms open as he brings you into a hug. his strong scent fills your nostrils as his arms wrap around your form and you can't help but to return the hug as you bury your face into his neck. you hear hongjoong let out a small laugh as his hand comes up to run over your head. "i've missed you so much."

you can't help but doubt his words. the knowledge that he's been seeing seonghwa again and again comes crashing in. if he truly missed you then why did he wait till now to request you?

"i've missed you too, your highness," you tell him, you can't help the mix of emotions that swim through you. you want to question him, but you know it will do no good. it will only make you look jealous.

"come on now, y/n," he says with a grin as he pulls away just enough to look at you, "we're alone, there's no need to call me that."

you can't help but feel flushed at his words, "sorry, just a habit," you say a little embarrassed, but hongjoong brushes it off with a laugh. "so... did you call on me solely because you missed me?"

"ah, yes, i actually have something i want to talk to you about?" he says before he's taking you by the hand and guiding you to his lavish and overly large bed. you sit down when the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.

"talk about?" you feel your nerves bubble up when you watch hongjoong walk away from you and over to his desk that is filled with an assortment of stuff, but mainly parchment papers with writing all over them. however, its none of the papers that he picks up, but a small ornament box instead.

hongjoong holds the box as if it will break any second before he's gently sitting down next to you on his bed. you look at the box with confusion before you're are looking back up at hongjoong.

"this box is very important to the royal family," he begins to say as he runs his hand over it. you take notice of the white moonflower – the lunar tear – craving on the top of it. "my mother gave this to me when i became king," he adds on and you can't help but feel your palms start to sweat. "when she gave it to me, she told me about the duty my family had to the goddess and to protect this box."

"what's inside it?" you couldn't help but ask as you reached your own hand out. not to touch the box, but to touch hongjoong's hand.

"my mother told me its the spirit of a great evil. that centuries and centuries ago, pandora's soul was trapped in this very box by the goddess," he explains and for a second you want to laugh at his words. you think he's messing with you, but when you look at his face you can tell he's serious.

however, despite this information he is sharing with you, you can't help but want to ask him the one question that stands in your brain. "why are you showing me something this valuable, hongjoong?"

"because, my moonflower," he says with a smile as his hand comes up to cup your face. "i want to give it to you, to protect for me."

"me? h-hongjoong have you gone crazy or something?" you are completely caught off guard by his words. he wants to give you the box that supposedly has the soul of the most evil spirit the world has seen.

pandora is a person of myth; however, its been proven throughout the history of the world that she was just as real as you and hongjoong are. her goal was to bring about the end of the world. how she attempted to bring about the end of the world tended to change slightly, but her goal was still the same. kill any and everything.

and here, hongjoong was giving you this box to trust and hold. "hongjoong..."

"i'm giving entrusting this box because i know i can trust you," he says, leaning over as his lips ghost over your cheek. you feel a chill run down your spine as you look towards your lover right as he rests his forehead against yours. "my favorite flower, the one i love the most," he adds softly as he places the box into your hands.

his words make your heart skip a beat as his hands come up to cup your face. his breath fans against your lips as his hovers closely to yours. just centimeters from touching yours.

"but that's only if you accept the box, my love, i won't force you to take it," he says and that's when you're reminded of the weight in your hands from the small metal box.

you take a deep breath before answering, "of course, i’ll guard it with my heart, joongie." the king's smile is enough to make your heart do a flip.

“that’s not the only reason why i summoned you here though,” hongjoong said, his usual grin on his face as he gently takes the box and sets it on his bedside table.

you feel hongjoong tug on your sleeve and you turn to see his eyes filled with lust and longing and you can't help the smile that tugs at your own lips. "its been way too long since we have been one, don't you think?"

"yes it has, my king."

hongjoong's chamber was filled with a mixture of your moans and the sound of skin slapping skin. your legs were spread wide and you were practically bent in half as hongjoong pounded away at your hole. you couldn't help but arch your back as how hongjoong's cock filled you up.

"you take me so well, moonflower," hongjoong says a grin painting his lips as one of his hands wrap around your own cock, he gives it a firm squeeze that makes you cry out. your lover can't help but let out a laugh as he watches you wither underneath him.

"n-ngh! joongie! p-please!" you cry out as you feel hongjoong hit your sweet spot as he continues to stroke your cock. his thumb runs over your slit and it slowly begins to leak pre-cum that hongjoong uses as lube to stroke you off quicker.

"please what, love? use your words," he's clearly mocking you as he leans down to kiss you before he's pulling out of you and turning you onto your stomach. you can't help but moan at how hongjoong handles you like you were nothing.

"h-hongjoong," you can't help but moan as you feel hongjoong lick at your puckered hole as his hand grabs at your cock again and begins to jerk you off once more. "a-ah fuck! fuckfuckfuck!"

hongjoong laughs as he licks at your hole before he's pulling away. "does it feel good, moonflower?"

"y-yes s-so-so good, joongie!"

you let out another moan when you feel hongjoong enter you once again. you can't help but let out a sigh at hongjoong not only filling you up once again, but also at him finally leaving your poor cock alone. both his hands grip your hips tightly and he begins thrusting into you once again.

you grip the sheets below you tightly as you can't help but feel your eyes roll back as hongjoong's cock massages your prostate. you clench around him tightly as you feel your orgasm build up the longer he fucks you.

"you're so perfect, my flower," hongjoong says as he presses his chest against your back. his hands wandering over your body before they stop of play with your nipples and pinching them harshly which causes you to let out loud cry. "you take my cock so well and your body was made for me."

"n-ngh, yes joongie, only yours," you say in your fucked out daze as you felt hongjoong trail his lips down your back. you felt a pleasurable chill run over your body when hongjoong licks up your spin before his arms are wrapping underneath your armpits in order to pull you up off the bed.

you're pressed flush against hongjoong as he continues to abuse your hole, pounding away as he uses you for his pleasure. not that you mind, you would happily allow hongjoong to use your body to his heart's content in order to pleasure himself and make himself happy.

"you're so beautiful," he says before kissing your cheek. "i love you so much, moonflower," he says and the nickname that him and seonghwa and others always use for you makes your heart skip a beat. you remember when hongjoong had overheard seonghwa call you that nickname and how he had asked if he could call you that ask well.

"if i could marry you, i would in a heartbeat, but t-those bastard ad-visors of mine– fuck!" hongjoong cuts himself off as he does a particularly hard thrust before he's stilling himself inside of you for a moment.

he slowly lets you go as you rest back on his sheets, the cold material feels good against your hot skin. hongjoong moves once more to hover above you as he leans down to kiss you again.

"i wanted to ask..." he begins as he moves at a slower pace this time. "if you would come with me on my next campaign. i can't bare being without you and so i want you to be with me."

"r-really?" his question catches you off guard as you turn to look at him with just as much shock as you feel.

"yes," he says with a little laugh. "i've been trying to find a way to ask you since i got back from my last one and i even asked seonghwa if i should ask you. he scolded me for trying to hog you too much, but he eventually told me to just ask and so... yeah, here i am."

"fuck– hongjoong, of course!" you say when you feel his tip rub against your sweet spot. hongjoong gives you a teasing smile.

hongjoong doesn't say anything as he kisses you one last time before he's focusing back on making the two of you come. and when you finally do, you moan at how you feel hongjoong pumping you full of his cum. you know that when he pulls out, it will leak out of you knowing how much cum the king has.

you are left a panting mess as you feel your own cum panting your stomach. hongjoong pulls out slowly and you whine at how empty you feel as your lover turns you onto your back to look at the mess he had cause.

you watch as hongjoong bends down before licking up most of your cum that painted your skin. he then moves to lean over you before kissing you and you cringe at how you taste yourself on his lips and you can tell hongjoong is enjoying himself.

when he pulls away from your lips, you can't help but pout as he smiles at you softly before he's rolling over to lay next you. he brings his hand up to rest on your waist as he pulls you closer to you.

"i love you, my king," you said and hongjoong looks at you fondly as you brush some hair out of his face.

"i love you too, my moonflower."

its a few hours later when you are finally leaving hongjoong's chambers. your lover of course begged you to stay with him longer, pleading to spend the entire night with him, but you turned him down. not because you didn't want to spend the rest of the night in his embrace, but because you needed to find seonghwa.

you wanted to talk to him as a way to clear your conscious from those jealous thoughts you had earlier.

you kissed hongjoong's pouty lips, "next time we can spend the entire night together, my king."

"yeah, yeah, just go before i change my mind in letting you leave," his tone is full of tease as he rests on his side, his silk blankets the only thing covering his nude body.

you let out a laugh as you reach for the box before making your way out of his chambers and down the hall before you are arriving at the wing that has both yours and seonghwa's private chambers.

standing outside of seonghwa's chambers, you feel a sense of nervousness settle on you as you try to build up the fleeting courage to knock on his door.

then without a second thought, you knocked on his door. you bit your lip as you waited for your lover to open the door, and it felt like ages before you heard the door opening.

your eyes immediately met seonghwa's bright and shining ones. and then he beamed a bright smile at you when he realized who was at your door.

"ah, y/n!" he says your name and you can't help want to hear him say again and again, over and over. "did you go see hongjoong?"

"yeah, i just got back," you tell him and the box he gifted you feels heavy in your hands as you look at seonghwa. "b-but i wanted to talk to you, can i... can i come in?"

"of course, moonflower," seonghwa says before letting you, "how did your visit with hongjoong go?" he asks once the two of you are in his room and away from any prying eyes.

seonghwa had stripped you of your clothes, a wet rag in his hands as he wipes down your body. you felt a warmth spread over you as you felt seonghwa's hands roam around your body. you had to stop yourself from moaning when his hand wrapped around your cock.

"so..." seonghwa begins after he finished wiping you off, "what did you want to talk about?" his head tilts to the side as he watches you redress yourself.

"i wanted to apologize for earlier," you say, feeling embarrassed now that you say it out loud.

"what for, y/n?" seonghwa asks as he comes to sit down next to you on his bed. he takes your hands into his warm ones and sweet scent makes you want to melt into his embrace.

"i thought hongjoong was going to dismiss me from being his concubine because he had been seeing you more than me recently. i was... scared that i would never be able to see you again."

"oh, y/n, i would never let that happen," he says pulling you into his embrace. your head rests against his chest, your cheek pressing into the soft material of his blouse. "i love you so much."

you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by his confession, tears brimming at your waterline as you wrapped your arms around him. "i'm sorry for being jealous, i'm sorry for not being good enough like you."

"you hush now, don't think like that, my love. you are more than enough for me, that's why i love you." you peer up at seonghwa to see him smiling down at you. his hand runs through your hair before he's cupping your face and kissing you.

you immediately melt into the kiss as your hands pull him closer to you. seonghwa moves in order to lay you down onto his bed with him hovering overtop of you. both his and your own hands roam over each other's body, pulling away your clothes so that you are both bare and pressed up again each other like you have been so many times before in the past.

seonghwa kisses down your body, his hands squeezing your flesh as he leaves his own trail of lovebites next to and around the ones hongjoong had left.

and then seonghwa is entering you, your warm hole welcoming his cock as he milks your prostate. your moans fill his chamber as his hips meet your ass and you can't help but feel loved by seonghwa.

eventually, you reach your climax with seonghwa before you're laying together in his bed. the two of you lay so close to each other that your noses graze each other whenever one of you moves.

"seonghwa?"

"yes, y/n?"

"we'll be together forever, right? nothing's going to tear us apart?"

"no, never. together forever." you two share a brief kiss before seonghwa is pulling you to rest your head against his chest. seonghwa smiles down at you before his eyes flicker up at pandora's box that sits idly on the bedside table behind you.

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[sanjoongie]

Dragon Oracle

🐉Submission for @thelargefrye Starseed Jam event! 🐉Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader (f) x Jeong Yunho 🐉Genre: enemies to lovers au, poly!ot8, fantasy au 🐉Word Count: 15,916 (yeah this bitch is wordy but it's an entire saga in one sitting, so sit back and enjoy the show) 🐉Warnings:  fighting with swords, blood, death, penetrative sex with no barrier, overstim, mentions of mxm, dom!reader x sub!jongho, scratching/marking, dom!yunho x sub!reader, big cock! yunho, hair pulling, finger sucking, clit stimulation, degradation kink, choking, future fucks with San and seonghwa {separately dear God why did I write it like that no} and mingi (cunninlingus) , mentions of mate bond-testing sex with yeosang? 🐉Rated: 18+ MDNI, smut, angst, romance

🐉Summary: Dragon from the window au~ What if yn was born as a dragon oracle instead? (please read smalls headcanons and fics before you read mine, you will not regret it! especially mean hongjoong a la ugly dragon!)

🐉Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland, my lovely beta’s. And to smalls: this is my love letter to the wonderful world you have created. Know that I will always be a fan of your work, your writing and this world 🥰

🐉🐉🐉

"Fraud."

"You're not even a true dragon!"

"Filthy oracle."

Your kind had fallen out of favor centuries ago. When the clans fought the witches, using their dark magic and assassins, they practically wiped the oracle's out. For you, the oracle's were now used for the desperate, for the weak, but never truly taken seriously by any of the high ranking dragons, including the prince. Especially considering that any oracle could not turn into a dragon. It was said that it was a curse on the oracles for failing the dragon clans all those eons ago…

You were from a long line of dragon oracles who could trace themselves back to the wars. The problem with that lie in that everyone was living a lie. Most of the way that the current oracles conjured their ‘visions’ was with a lot of smoke and mirrors, cheap tricks that fascinated the hatchlings and elderly but the sharp-eyed dragons of the clan never fell for it. You knew you were about to be hauled off to the council to vote if you were to remain in the clan if you attempted to fool one of the dragons who could see right through the cheap tricks. Finding one of them at your door was hardly a good omen.

Lucky for you, you kept out of their way, no matter how handsome some of the higher ranking dragons were. The prince certainly was haughty, noble and beautiful but some of his mates were also akin to sparkly jewels. That was until the day you learned that one of them was your mate as well.

You were residing in a hammock, swinging around in the incense-filled room that you shared with your hatchling brood, your ‘sacred sisters’, when your eyes clouded over. You began to scream in fear and fell from your hammock. One of your sister’s ran for the eldest oracle, guessing that she would be the best to help you in your current state. 

While you were left in the arms of one of your other sisters, you saw something that didn’t quite make sense to you at first. You saw a man who was dressed like a dragon hunter and he brandished a weapon that made you feel like you just had received a punch to the gut. There was no doubt that that sword was made from your mother’s great silver talon. 

You received a quick flash of your mother’s final moments, tragic and harsh, being lashed down to the earth by strong nets and to never fly again. Your mother had mated with your father, from that long line of oracles, much to the chagrin of her family. She had a true form which you always envied. That’s why it hurt you even more when you had lost her to dragon hunters. She always seemed to be the one true dragon who accepted you. 

But that was not all you were privy to. You watched as the dragon hunter approached one of the prince’s mates. You saw the brown hair and knew it was Jongho. He struggled in his human form, a delicate but strong family of chains wrapping around him, prominently around his shoulders. 

“Release me!” Jongho demanded with a bellow, never ceasing to fight his confines.

The dragon hunter chuckled. “Why would I do that when I have the clear advantage here? I’ll simply drag you back to our camp and we will harvest your dragon parts when we force you back into your more appealing form.”

Your heart dropped. Was this a vision of the future or was this happening in real time? You decided you didn’t care once the vision adjusted one more time.

You were shown a domestic scene full of love and adoration. You were holding Jongho and he was allowing you to card your hands through his hair. “You’re mine,” Jongho growled below you.

“Of course,” You murmured, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head.

“But I have to share you,” Jongho said in a voice that had a slight whine to it.

“If I’m mate to one, I'm going to be mate to the rest of them, Jongho,” You told him in a calm voice.

“I just wanted something that was solely mine, for once…” Jongho admitted.

“You share the other’s fine,” You couldn't help but laugh under your breath.

“Yes, but I thought…” Jongho allowed himself a moment to pout. He was softer with you. You couldn't put your finger on it, but something had allowed him to open up and be vulnerable with you. “...I thought perhaps you would be my mate, and only mine. I didn’t think I would have to share.”

You rubbed your cheek into the crown of his hair. “Well for now, at least, it’s just you and me. It will take some convincing for the others.”

Your eyes slowly became unclouded and you were able to see the wrinkled face of the eldest dragon oracle within the clan. Awe was clearly written all over her face. “A true oracle. Finally!” she shouted.

Your sisters had all gathered around you and gasped as the elder spoke. “Surely you kid.”

The granny cupped your face with her withered hands and smiled happily, tears brimming in her eyes. “My grandmother was a true oracle. They killed her in fear that she would ruin the rest of our lives. But I saw her eyes turn cloudy only an hour before she predicted her death. They say that our eyes go cloudy because we gave up our dragon form for the ability to see. The clouds are our spirit selves flying the skies of the future.”

Your sisters murmured amongst themselves but you gently pushed yourself up from the ground, remembering your vision. “I must find Jongho!”

One of your sister’s screwed up her nose. “Why? That warrior will only spit on you if you talk to him.”

“He’s in danger!” You shouted, feeling sick to your stomach with fear.

The elder oracle pointed to the door. “If anyone would know of his whereabouts, it would be his other mates. You cannot approach Hongjoong or Seonghwa easily, but the other warriors will know where he patrols. Go, child, follow your vision!”

Based on your vision, you knew you would be fighting if you were going to help Jongho, so you quickly grabbed your sword that sat uselessly in its sheath by your bed. If you were good for anything, it was your sword fighting abilities. Your father trained you, first to protect your mother and later to protect yourself. You didn't have a dragon form to rely on, so you had to hone your human one.

You ran to the training grounds where most of the warriors honed their skills. There you found Yeosang with chain sickle. He was currently wrapping the chain around his arm and hand gripping the sickle part hard enough to make his muscles bulge. "Is Jongho out on patrol?" You demanded.

Yeosang stared you, looking you up and down, clearly unimpressed you were talking to him. "Aren't you from the oracle family? Why would you need to know where Jongho is?"

"Yeosang, please. I am a part of this clan. Set aside our differences and tell me where Jongho is. I might not have enough time to get to him!"

Yeosang gives you a look full of judgment. "He's gone to the forest east of here, patrolling all the way to the mountains. He could be anywhere."

You placed a hand on Yeosang's arm. "Thank you."

And that's when you saw clouds again, obscuring your vision and showing you a glimpse into the future.

"Do you…do you think you could forgive me?" Yeosang's eyes filled with sorrow as he looked at your bandaged arm.

"You just saw a human, you weren't thinking. Being in that much pain must have made your instincts as a dragon flare. I'm sure if--" your breath caught in your throat. There it was again. That guilt branded into your skull: you would never understand truly being a dragon.

"I'll take you out," Yeosang rushed out his words. "When you're better. I'll take you for a flight. Everyone from our clan should know how the wind feels on their face when they fly."

You couldn't help but feel emotional. "You don't have to do that," You declined softly.

Yeosang pushed your chin up so that you would meet his eyes. "You're my mate. I want to share that with you."

Your eyes unclouded and Yeosang looked at you with round eyes. "What was that?"

You smiled awkwardly. "Oracle stuff."

"Wha-?" Before Yeosang could make you explain yourself, you were gone. 

You ran to the stables. The horses were there for farming and tilling the fields that helped feed the livestock that the clan ate. But this wouldn't have been the first time you hopped onto the back of one of the docile geldings. You were desperate to feel something of your dragon origins, so horses had been your bridge to that.

So you galloped through the eastern forest, weaving amongst the animal trails, eyes peeled for Jongho’s dragon form. You cursed under your breath, sure that you were going to arrive too little too late.

You bursted into a clearing and saw two small bodies in the distance. Could that be them? You urged your horse forward, whispering to him of the sweet sugar you would feed him later if he rode like the wind to get you to Jongho’s side. The horse tore through the tall grass and you confirmed it was Jongho struggling in his bonds before the dragon hunter who had killed your mother when you were young.

You let out a yell full of rage and fury and halted the horse, jumping to the ground. Your sword came free of its sheath and soon it was clanging against the hunters. 

"Oh, dragon, is this human a friend of yours?" The hunter said through gritted teeth.

You bared yours at him in retaliation. "I'm your worst nightmare. A dragon who fights like a human."

You could tell the hunter had truly only used his strength against his opponents; he had no finesse. He barely was able to block any of your strikes and half of his were easy to dodge. He wasn't a fighter, he was a hunter. Bullying was in his nature, winning a sword fight was not.

With one final guttural yell, you pulled back your sword and plunged it into the gap of his neck and shoulder of his boiled leather armor. The man died with a quiet, bloody gurgle and then it was done.

You wiped the blade on his corpse and turned to check on Jongho. But first, you went to a knee. That last thing you wanted was to insult Jongho. "How can I help you?"

"Did you…did you just save my life? How?" Jongho said in disbelief.

"I saw you being captured in a premonition." 

Jongho blinked at you. "And so you came to save me?"

"I…" You eyed the ground. "I had to. That hunter killed my mother. He was going to kill you."

"But I've never even acknowledged your existence. In fact, I'm pretty sure I've called your family a pale shadow of a dragon."

You grimaced in mental pain. "You are a part of my clan. You are the prince's mate. You are--" my mate.

"Quickly, help me get out of these chains. They're binding me to human form!" Jongho urged you.

You moved to stand behind him and found the clasp and it fell to the ground. Jongho rolled his neck and shoulders in relief. "Can you…should you transform?" You wondered, unsure if he would take insult.

Jongho turned and shook his head. "I don't think I should." He changed the subject immediately, "You fight like a feral creature!"

"The hunter was a--oh the sword!" You remembered how you identified the hunter in the first place.

You pulled the sword from underneath the dragon hunter and brandished it. The silver hue of an immortal creature turned rainbow tinged in the light. You could feel the connection to the sword; you could say with everything that made you you, that this sword had been carved from your mother’s talon. 

"You should name it Rosa's Bane," Jongho suggested.

"You knew of my mother?" You frowned heavily.

"Of course I do. They tell us all her story so that we know what happens to bad little dragons." Jongho’s gaze dropped in shame.

"It's okay," You say softly, "I'm aware of what they say."

"But!" Jongho’s booted feet touched yours as he halted in front of you, teeth snapping shut. "You're a real oracle! And you saved my life."

"All I ask in return is for you to be kinder to the oracle family," You asked in a hushed tone. "I'll leave you be then."

Before you could turn and head back to the gelding, Jongho's hand went to your bicep. "Wait. I owe you an apology. You clearly aren't only about yourself and your tricks. There's more to you than meets the eye."

You let a small smile of hope pull the corner of your lips. "Apology accepted."

After saving Jongho, the elders of the clan held a council. You recounted your experience honestly. Hongjoong sat at his place--on a throne made from melted stone that could only be heated by dragon's fire--looking bored, head in hand. Your elder collaborated with your state, your urgency to save Jongho. Even Yeosang came before the council, his deep voice echoing against the old lava tunnels of the mountain. He confirmed your clouded vision state. And when Jongho took the center of the natural auditorium, passionately speaking of how you saved him and avenged your mother, and therefore were a hero of the clan, well, no one could deny that things were about to change.

Suddenly, you had your own rooms. They were filled with silk pillows and luscious smelling incense. You were given lost treasures of the clan that were put away in an old horde cave, for dragon's never disregarded their treasures, simply rotated through their favorites. An old copper bowl filled with embers for scrying. A large book and stand to record your visions. Even old toe bones of the first oracle dragon, said to speak the truth of your soul. 

You were declared oracle of the dragon clan and had an official standing. You were on equal terms as Seonghwa, the right hand of Hongjoong himself. Hongjoong would have nothing to do with you, or so it seemed as if you never saw the prince. But Seonghwa, on the other hand, you saw a lot of. 

Part of your official duties, especially as oracle, was to be privy to the decision making of the clan. Where the next patrol should be, when they should celebrate a new brood of hatchlings being brought into this world, the list went on. Seonghwa begrudgingly worked with you. You could tell he was unsure of you. He didn’t trust you, but clearly you had saved Jongho, so you got points for that.

“Seonghwa?” You dared to grab his attention as he was working on the details of the next feast.

“Yes?” He said in his clipped but coldly polite tone that he always took on when addressing you.

“What’s this map over here?” The edges of your vision were getting blurry and you were starting to learn that you were closer to a clue of a true seeing.

Seonghwa’s eyes flitted to what you were pointing to on the table. “That? Just Hongjoong planning on visiting a settlement. It’s nothing to worry about. The plans are all set.”

Your hand trembled as you moved to reach for it. Seonghwa was back to focusing on his writing, quill feather moving diligently. “Something about this map feels weird.”

Seonghwa scoffed. “Are you going to pretend you know something about it, Oracle?”

“Seonghwa, I’m serious!” You raised your voice at him.

Seonghwa’s eyes snapped up to watch you as you finally snatched up the map but no vision occurred. He let out a mocking laugh. “Looks like you can only see visions when it’s convenient for you, hmm?”

You narrowed your eyes at him and that’s when he gave up his writing and stood up. “You may be a bit of a warrior in your own right, but you forget your place. I am a dragon. I will put you down if need be.”

You threw up your hands in frustration. “Because God forbid I actually help someone. Do you know how close Jongho was to--”

Seonghwa’s long legs took him close to you but you side stepped him before he could touch you. You didn’t want what happened with Yeosang to happen right now. Even if it would prove to Seonghwa that you were a true oracle first hand, you didn’t want the knowledge that Seonghwa was also your mate. Not right now, at least. Seonghwa regarded you with suspicion but did not attempt again to grab you. “You're dismissed, Oracle. Sleep well.”

“Gladly,” You replied to him curtly and left the room posthaste.

You sped walk to your quarters and slammed the door for good measure. You also took your meal within your room as well. You were tired of having to fight for your spot. All you wanted to do was help the clan, but you couldn’t if both Seonghwa and Hongjoong were against you. You felt like your seeing abilities were a curse at this point.

Sometime in the evening, when the sun had been laid to rest and the moon watched over the world, there was a knock on your door. “Go away, Seonghwa!” You shouted, throwing a shoe at your door, “I don’t want to hear about how useless I am.”

“Oracle?” A different voice came through the wood of the door. “It’s Jongho.”

You rushed to your door, feeling chagrined. “Jongho, I’m so sorry!’

Jongho was sporting a slight frown. “Is Seonghwa causing you trouble? I could talk to him for you.”

You shook your head. “No. That’s my battle to fight. Don’t worry about it.” Your eyes took in the mysterious robe that Jongho had on. “How are you? I don’t think I’ve seen you since I rescued you.”

Jongho’s turned his head left then right, eyes searching the hallway before saying “Do you think I could come in?”

“Sure, sure,” You opened your door and let Jongho come into your room.

He took a few steps, head swinging to take in the different objects you had. “Have you had any visions…since that day?”

You shook your head and closed the door. “Either there is nothing important enough to see or it was a fluke,” You laughed bitterly.

Jongho spun around. “Don’t say that!”

You cocked your head in curiosity. “What’s wrong?”

Jongho grasped his robe near his collarbones with two hands. “You can’t say that your visions have been a fluke.”

You took a step closer to Jongho. “Because?”

“Because…” Jongho took a deep breath and looked you in the eyes honestly. “Because you saw we were mates, didn’t you?”

You gasped. “How did you…?” 

“Oracle, I feel things for you that I have only felt for my other mates,” Jongho said in a hushed tone, his eyes dilating. “I burn for you.” 

“I--Jongho--” You started to step backwards. You knew in theory Jongho was yours but nothing could have prepared you for this.

For every step you took backwards, Jongho took a step forwards. “I took the device that attempted to seal me to human form from that fateful day. I took it and made it into something as a memento; the day I met my mate.”

You shook your head, unable to find the words to tell him to stop. “You shouldn’t--does anyone else--?”

“Do you want to see it?” Jongho looked at you through his eyelashes flirtatiously. 

You swallowed but couldn't find any moisture in your mouth. “Do I want to see it?”

Without another word, Jongho dropped his robe. He wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing underneath it, but he did have something adorning his body. The same chains that bound him to human form were now made to frame his chest, falling along his shoulders and encircling his neck. You felt like your heartbeat was caught in your throat, like you had swallowed a hummingbird and it was looking to escape. 

“Oh, Jongho…” You said in awe of the picture he cut in the warmth of your candlelight.

“I have been trying to find the right moment to tell the others but I cannot hold back any longer. You saved my body and now I want to pay you back with that body. I must mate with you. I need to be inside of you,” Jongho begged, his eyes looking desperate.

“They will only hate me more!” You protested, “Don’t put me in that position, Jongho.”

Jongho shook his head. “I will not let them.” He placed a hand on the door that stood at your back, trapping you against it. “You protected me once, let me protect you now.”

Your last shred of protesting was cast aside then. So used to the cold attitude the majority of dragonkind treated you with, you caved under the need to be loved. You pressed your body and your lips to Jongho and he moaned into your mouth. "I'll take this offering of your body," You said in between eating up those plush lips of his.

"Please take me," Jongho whined again.

It was your turn to push while Jongho receded. Soon, the back of his legs hit the lounge you had in case your visions came on while looking into the embers or tossed the toe bones. He sat down heavily and you pulled up your diaphanous skirts to straddle Jongho’s leg.

Your forefinger traced Jongho’s collarbones and then both your hands raked your nails down his chest, pulling at his tight and sensitive nipples. Jongho let out a guttural grunt and you licked your lips in anticipation. 

"What's this, Jongho?" You reached in between your body and his and found his cock standing to attention. It twitched in your hands and Jongho whimpered.

"It's yours, it's all yours," Jongho babbled.

"Mine?" You asked, interest coating your voice, "Don't you share this with others? Perhaps they might protest, hmmm?"

Jongho shook his head, his cheeks jiggling at his alacrity. "Yours, yours, yours, for tonight, my body is yours."

You started to pump his cock in your hand. Jongho’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and the back of his head hit the back of the lounge. "Please, your touch is so good. Feels so good." Jongho takes a moment to swallow and breathe out and he sounded like he was drowning in lust. "D-don't make me come in your hand. Mercy, please."

You languidly pumped his cock. "Are you truly asking for mercy?"

"No," Jongho admitted quickly and squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. "I want you to ruin me for everyone else."

You leaned down to whisper into Jongho’s ear. "I could have you bent over on my bed, tongue in your ass and hand wrapped around your dick, making you fall apart for me but that is not mating, is it, my pet?"

When you pulled back, Jongho looked up at you with shiny, bright brown eyes. "No."

"Then," You brought his cock to your entrance and rubbed it against your leaking hole, "Let's join and become one, hmmm?"

Your own skin was feverishly hot, feeling the need for Jongho as much as he had for you. It wasn't until you pushed down on him that you felt some sort of relief. 

Jongho’s hands flew to your hips, holding you there. "Wait, wait, I've wanted this for too long, let me--let me drink it in."

You lasted all of two seconds staying still before you clenched around him and he let out a strangled moan. "Please?"

"You forget your place," You said in a guttural tone as you began to weave your hips in a figure eight shape. "You said you were mine for the taking, remember?"

You turned Jongho’s face harshly and began to suck and lick up his neck. After each successful mark, you whispered "Mine" eliciting a shiver each time from Jongho.

When you finally get to his jawline you decided it was time to reward Jongho with a kiss to his lips. "Such a good pet, letting me take what I want from you, hmm?" You tugged at his bottom lip briefly with your teeth and he groaned for you again.

"I'm yours," Jongho whispered.

"Not until I take wholly what is mine," You growled.

You began a relentless pace, bouncing on Jongho’s cock. His whines were back, desperate and needy. "We will only be mated once you have come inside of me, Jongho. Need you to release your seed and then the deed is done."

You watched almost predatorily as the Adam's apple in Jongho’s throat bobbed up and down. "You--you first!" He said with a warbled shout.

You hooked a finger through Jongho's chained necklace and pulled him closer to you. "Was that an order?"

Jongho flinched at the sound of your dangerous purr. "No…"

“Then you will come. Now,” You commanded.

Jongho held you down on his cock and spurted inside of you, his noises of satisfaction and neediness filling the air. You slowed down your pace to simply winding your hips as Jongho came down from his high but you didn’t stop. His fingernails dug into your ass soon, however. 

“Too much,” He said through gritted teeth.

“Too much?” You smiled, “Didn’t you say you needed to be inside of me? Didn’t you want me to come too?”

Jongho nodded but whimpered at the overstimulation of his cock. The urge to pull yourself off of him and kiss and lick his cock surged through you; to have another dragon in your thrall touched a side of you that you didn’t know had the potential to develop but you suppressed it. You needed to seal the deal. You knew it in your bones that this was a joint mission.

So you pushed Jongho’s hair out of his face and kissed his nose, his cheeks, even his eyelids until his whines of overstimulation became groans of a second climax. “You can do it for me, pet, you can endure it so that I can come for you, right? You’re doing so well for me, letting me take care of you like this, hmm? You trust me right?”

Jongho’s eyes were vulnerable and it was as if he was removing all of his layers to you and only you. “I trust you with my life.”

“Then let’s go again, shall we?” You nuzzled your nose against his and he nodded. 

You began to build your pleasure back up, brick by brick, thrust by thrust, until you were tingling again. Jongho was practically dripping out of you, and with your own slick adding to his cum, your room was filled with wet, lewd noises. 

Jongho was pussy-drunk again, however. His arms were lax at his side, his mouth open and drooling a bit, the only part of him truly moving was his pelvis muscles tensing for your bounce. “You’re so warm and wet,” He whimpered.

“You enjoy being inside of me that much, my pet?” You asked.

“I love your pussy,” Jongho moaned, his tongue coming out to lick at the drool from the side of his mouth.

“Then make this pussy come, Jongho,” You whispered sensually.

Jongho’s eyebrows furrowed cutely as he attempted to focus enough to aid you in coming. He pressed his lips together and fucked up into your pussy as you brought your hips downwards. When he started to hit that spongy part inside of you that was making you see stars, you knew you were getting close.

“Oh Jongho, just like that, hnnnnnn,” You started to whine as your climax got closer and closer and finally it bursted through you like a wave hitting a cliff. You dug your teeth into the meat of Jongho’s neck and dug your nails into his sides as you came hard.

Jongho was like a puddle below you, completely relaxed and satisfied in finally making you come. "My mate," he pouted.

You plopped down on the side of the lounge that was empty and Jongho laid with his arms wrapped around your waist and his head resting on your chest, the rest of his body in-between your legs. You carded you hands through his hair tenderly and Jongho's voice rumbled into your chest, "You're mine."

Tears came unbidden to your eyes. This was the scene, this was how you knew Jongho was your mate!

“Of course,” You murmured, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head.

“But I have to share you,” Jongho said in a voice that had a slight whine to it.

“If I’m mate to one, I'm going to be mate to the rest of them, Jongho,” You told him in a calm voice.

“I just wanted something that was solely mine, for once…” Jongho admitted.

“You share with the other’s just fine,” You couldn't help but laugh under your breath.

“Yes, but I thought…” Jongho allowed himself a moment to pout. He was softer with you. You had to assume that saving him had allowed him to open up and be vulnerable with you. “...I thought perhaps you would be just my mate, and only mine. I didn’t think I would have to share.”

You rubbed your cheek into the crown of his hair. “Well, for now at least, it’s just you and me. It will take some convincing for the others.”

"Do you know for sure about the others?" Jongho wondered.

"I'll be honest, only Yeosang. I had a vision with him before I saved you."

Jongho rubbed his face further against your cheek and it brought out a low moan from you. Jongho smiled mischievously. "If I sucked your breasts through this dress would you be mad at me?"

"We need to sleep, greedy guts," You admonished him.

"Can I…can I sleep here? With you?" Jongho asked.

"Do you really want to be caught sneaking out of my rooms at dawn?" You chuckled.

"I want to sleep with my mate," Jongho admitted. 

"Alright, you can sleep here, but you cannot hide behind my skirts if someone catches you."

"Can I sneak under your skirts and show them how to take care of you before they get to have you themselves?"

"Jongho!" 

After the successful mating with Jongho, things seemed to get somewhat easier. With the possibility of you being a mate to the prince, the hushed conversations about you stopped, at least in public. Jongho must have spoken to the others on your behalf because Seonghwa was begrudgingly a little less cold to you. Yeosang began to take walks with you through the training yards to the stables. You thought perhaps he would be the next to succumb to the mating pull but it was someone else you did not expect.

You were frustrated with your abilities. The bad position you were in now with Seonghwa on top of things only pushed you to try the tools of the old oracles.

San accompanied you while you went on an outing to retrieve morning glories, the flower that your elder had said your predecessor had used. San carried the wicker basket as you two meandered the trails. You were pretty sure Jongho strong-armed San, perhaps literally, into joining you. 

"So Jongho sounds like he's hopelessly in love with you," San said in a voice that sounded both mocking and mean.

So you threw the same attitude back at him. "Sounds to me like you're a tad bit jealous."

That stopped San in his tracks and he lagged behind for a bit and then caught up with you. "I'm not jealous. I'm just saying, you've fooled him well," San insisted.

"If you think I've fooled Jongho, then I'm not sure you know your own mate, San," You scoffed.

San was silent for a time, seemingly chewing on your words. You found a group of morning glories and began to cut them from the vines they were growing on. Then he deigned to speak. "I'm only here as a witness, so when you speak of how you didn't get the right flower and that's why you didn't have your vision, I can confirm to the rest of my mates that you are indeed a fake."

You swept up your basket without another word and made the long trek back to the castle. San accompanied you every bit of the way, albeit more silent and focused on your reaction. It wasn't until you arrived back in front of your rooms that he spewed his final toxic words. 

"I hope for Jongho’s sake that your talents are true. Or do you need for me to fuck you too to prove it?" San threw a verbal dagger your way.

So you drew a real one. You let the flat of the blade play along the side of his neck. "You may have found me complacent and quiet when I had no standing in this clan but I am second only to Hongjoong and Seonghwa. You may be their mate but I am the left hand of the prince. You would do well to remember that." You pushed San towards the opposing wall and rushed into your rooms. 

You carefully prepared the embers in the bronze bowl and consumed the morning glories by quickly folding them on top of your tongue. The green bitterness danced across your taste buds so you quickly looked down into the embers.

The body behind you was surely larger than your own. You could feel how both of his hands encompassed your waist. His thrusts inside of you brought a choked cry to your mouth. "Yu--"

One of those hands left your waist and wound itself in your hair. The hand tugged and guided you to arch your back. "Don't say my name, whore." 

"But--" You still cannot manage to get a word out because how wonderful it felt to have a dick continue to hit the end of you.

"FUCK!" He roared and yanked your hair so hard that the back of your head was resting against his shoulder and chest. "Can't you just let me enjoy this? He hissed into your ear.

You attempted to press your lips together but still moans fell from them. You simply could not contain yourself. "Please," You whimpered and then groaned loudly.

"I frankly don't give a damn if you come," he snapped from behind you. "But I cannot be known as the only one who cannot pleasure you."

Long fingers were unceremoniously shoved into your mouth and still your tongue lathed at them. You moaned around them, knowing full well they'd be leaving your mouth soon. His fingers, wet with your saliva, found your clit and began to rub it harshly, well wedded with the snap of his hips against your ass.

You felt your climax build within you, the double sensations driving you mad with desire. "Yunho, Yunho please," You begged for the final time.

Yunho used his other hand and gently squeezed your throat. "Let's see if I can't make you have a vision, hmmm?"

You moved over to the book and stand you were gifted to document your visions. You read over your words and quickly begin to rip out the pages. But what else were you to believe? You could feel the pain and love you had been feeling in that moment. You knew, without a doubt, that Yunho was one of your mates. And that was not good.

San may be distrustful but at least he'd look at you and speak to you. Yunho… you had barely exchanged a word with. Hongjoong had no choice but to take on your council but you had yet to speak to him one on one. But Yunho would not spare you a glance. You thought he was simply ignoring you completely until you came across him and Seonghwa speaking to each other before your morning meeting with the prince the next day.

"They simply adapted," Yunho insisted to Seonghwa. "They've learned better tricks and deceived us like they always have."

"I don't know, Yunho," Seonghwa said, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "The air felt like it was full of energy. Even though she didn't have a vision, I had Yeosang take another fly around the area of the settlement and they found hunters. Whatever she's doing… it's saving lives. I don't think she's the sniveling worm you call her to be!"

"I know what she did with Jongho," Yunho said with a disparaging tone, "He was bespelled by her cunt. I doubt it's that good."

"Perhaps we can speak of this in a place that doesn't have ears on the walls?" Seonghwa suggested, tight-lipped and hesitant. 

Yunho nodded curtly and then put his hand against the wall, trapping Seonghwa between his body and the wall. "Don't let the thoughts of what we shared last night drive you too insane during your meeting," Yunho smirked and tilted his head.

Seonghwa smiled back, accepting a chaste kiss against the lips as an apology. "Nor you while doing your patrols."

They parted and you realized you better start moving or Yunho was about to witness you eavesdropping on him and Seonghwa. When Yunho passed you around the corner, his face was a mask of disacknowledgement; you might as well have been a ghost to him. 

"Ah, Oracle, good morning," Seonghwa greeted you, a nervous shake to his eyes apparent.

You walked past him and entered the room in which Hongjoong heard your opinions and news about his kingdom. Seonghwa coughed at the awkwardness of you ignoring his greeting. “I was wondering if you might look over this list of names of hatchlings, perhaps?”

“And why would a sniveling worm do that?” You bite with your words.

Seonghwa’s shoulders fell forward in defeat. “So you did overhear us. You have to excuse Yunho, he’s simply--”

“--an ass,” you finished Seonghwa’s sentence, “He’s being an ass, Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa recovered his haughty expression. “That’s my mate that you’re calling an ass.”

You made eye contact with Seonghwa, who was full of all his dragon pride right now. “Yes, mine too.”

Seonghwa blinked profusely for a moment until your words sunk in. “Did the flowers work? Did you have a vision?”

“Would you even believe me if I said yes?” You couldn't help but let a bitter tone coat your tongue.

“That’s three of us now,” Seonghwa sounded contemplative. “Please, Oracle, look over this list. If you could tell us if we need to help any of these hatchlings before one of them gets sick…”

The hatchlings had done nothing wrong, they were innocent in simply being born of this world. They might grow up to become full adults and dragons, and look down upon you, but for now, they were innocent. You couldn't condemn them for their future, certainly. “I’ll look, Seonghwa. But not because you asked.”

A small smile twitched across Seonghwa’s face but then it was smoothed out and he was all business and pomp. “Here,” He offered the piece of scroll to you.

You took the paper and nothing set you off immediately. Your fingertip followed the line of names, the theme of flora being apparent with this brood. It wasn’t until your finger landed on the final name. Eunjoo. You felt a jolt of electricity run up your arm upon touching her name. 

“Seonghwa,” You called over to him softly.

Seonghwa came to your side, accidentally bumping your hip in the process and pushed you into a full vision. Your eyes went cloudy and then you collapsed against Seonghwa unexpectedly.

Seonghwa’s hand was over your mouth. His eyes were wide with fear of being caught. But that didn’t stop his dick from moving in and out of you. Your leg curled around his waist, urging him forward, meanwhile…“Where did those two go?” Hongjoong cursed out loud in the meeting room.

The two of you were in a random room adjacent from the meeting room, unable to keep your hands off each other now that the bond thrummed between you two. Seonghwa’s hips worked desperately between your legs, the horror of Hongjoong catching you two turning him on. You made worried noises against his palm but he shook his head at you, strands of hair falling into his face.

It was like you two were teenagers, hormone-driven and unable to stop yourselves. Your hands dug into the nape of his neck, needing something to tug as your climax threatened to spill over. 

“I will rake them over hot coals when I find them,” Hongjoong promised and then his heeled boots announced that he was gone.

“Seonghwa!” You whispered in urgency when he removed his hand from your mouth.

Seonghwa began to babble back. “Come, just come, love, please, I don’t think I can hold off any--”

You let out a sweet cry and clenched down on Seonghwa and then he was gone too, coming deep inside of you. The both of you were panting, exchanging air and kissing as you both came down from your highs.

“We can’t do that again,” You said with a sneaky smile.

“We’re definitely doing that again,” Seonghwa confirmed, a conspiratory smirk on his face as well.

Hongjoong was peering down at you when you woke up. Seonghwa had laid you on the floor while you passed out from the vision.

“Does she always faint?” Hongjoong cocked his head at you, a cold curiosity more than anything, like you were a bug he didn’t understand.

“I believe it was because she induced a vision last night. This one came from touching me. Hongjoong,” Seonghwa looked unsure, “I saw her eyes cloud over. It’s just like the scrolls--”

“Get her up,” Hongjoong snapped his fingers, interrupting Seonghwa’s thoughts. “We have work to do.”

Seonghwa knelt beside you but you held up your hands. “Please, one vision of you was enough.”

“I--” He looked pained at not being able to help you up.

You sighed heavily. “You know, don’t you.”

Seonghwa wouldn’t meet your gaze now. “I can…feel the bond…amongst other things…”

You groaned. “Great. Just do me a favor. Don’t tell Hongjoong. I don’t need to give him another reason to be against me.”

The meeting was…interesting. Seonghwa kept sending you sneaky little looks and Hongjoong was picking up that something was going on but he clearly didn’t know what, nor would his pride allow him to ask. 

Your feelings about Eunjoo had been correct. She had been somewhat of a runt of the group, and had hidden in the hatchling room under a mountain of blankets. She had consumed something she should not have and Mingi was beyond worried for the small dragon. You came to visit the little one, curious as to if your ‘feelings’ had been any help.

Mingi cradled the toddler dragon in his arms, feeding her a solution of herbs to aid her in her recovery. Your heart clenched at the paleness of the small child’s face but Mingi beamed up at you when you came to visit. 

“Thank you,” He said softly, “Because you caught onto her malady early, the healers say she will make a full recovery.”

Tears built up at the corner of your eyes. “I’m glad,” You said with a strained tone.

“I will whisper to her of the oracle that helped save her life,” Mingi promised, “She will know who to thank when she’s older.”

Then the tears began to pour. To have a new generation of dragons not look down upon you or your family meant more to you than you than perhaps Mingi understood. Or perhaps he understood perfectly well because his eyes were kind as he said it.

“Mingi…”

“Do you want to hold her? Skin against skin is the best for her right now, so she knows that someone is here supporting her while she is fighting the sickness.” Mingi’s eyes were solidly on yours, hanging off your next decision. 

You nodded wordlessly and Mingi deposited the infant in your arms. You cradled her and she frowned in her sleep. Mingi continued to dip his finger in the solution and let the baby suck it from his finger. The domestic scene was doing something to you, waking up a side of you that you had put to bed a long time ago. You had convinced yourself that you weren’t going to bring another child into this world that had to endure the cruelty of being dirt amongst the clan, but perhaps, if the tide was changing…

“You’re good with her,” Mingi interrupted your thoughts, smiling at you again, his eyes disappearing into crescent moons. “It bodes well for--”

“What are you doing?”

Yunho’s quiet but angry voice cut through the air, making both you and Mingi jump. “Yunho, she saved Eunjoo!” Mingi protested.

“She probably poisoned her in order for it to seem like she saved her,” Yunho accused you.

You wordlessly gave Eunjoo back to Mingi and stood up. “I may be a lot of things, Yunho, but to accuse me of harming the hatchlings is going too far.” Your heart was both hurting and beating erratically. 

Yunho used every inch of his height difference against you. “I am going to expose you for the fraud you truly are,” Yunho vowed, dark eyes looking down his nose at you.

You couldn't help but grin maniacally back up at him. “And when you’re wrong? What will you do then?”

Yunho’s eyes burned with a pure hatred for you. Clearly coming across you with Mingi and the hatchlings had triggered something inside of him. “That day will never come,” Yunho spat.

“Oh, what’s this, are you an oracle too?” You smirked.

Yunho narrowed his eyes, spun on his heel and was out just as quickly as he was in. 

You had been regularly sleeping with Jongho, relieving the tension you both felt through your bond. The two of you were worried about the others. Mingi, Yeosang and Seonghwa were won over but San, Hongjoong and Yunho were still staunch in their separation that they would not be included. From what Jongho told you, it was affecting their bonds with each other as well. So when San showed up at your door, almost a deja vu of when he helped you get flowers, you were both surprised and not. It had Jongho written all over it again.

San was leaning against the door frame when you opened your door, looking up at you, head lowered and an inquiring eyebrow lifted up. "Good morning, Oracle."

"And to what do I owe this favor, oh esteemed mate of my mate?" You said dryly.

"Jongho still doesn't shut up about you saving him in human form. He also said that you only go to the training grounds when the other warriors aren't practicing. He thought that perhaps if you went along with me that the clan might accept you training among them," San said, cheek perched to the side in unsureness. 

Your throat was tight with emotion. Jongho was going above and beyond as a mate, or so you felt, and it was really making your heart burst with love for the dragon. "Jongho is very kind," You opted with.

"Well, I have better things to do, but apparently, if I don't do this, I'm not getting any from him so here we are," San threw his hands up in the air and began to walk down the hall.

The other dragon warriors were wary when you entered the training grounds with San. They eyed him cautiously but spat on the ground as you passed. The muttering and grumbling that trash was now on the grounds were low but still audible. Some warriors put their weapons away and actually left. You tried really hard to not let it hurt your newly healed heart. San, with his ever watchful eye always looking for your reactions, remained silent, as was his way.

It became easier as the days passed. Soon, the other warriors either avoided coming to the grounds when you were there or grew used to your presence. San was the only one who truly became more and more sour as time passed. He attacked with a fervor that most would leave for an actual enemy and you were really starting to think that he might think you are one.

Still, you benefitted from practicing with San. Your father was well into his silver years, so he couldn't practice with you and so you had been limited to the dummies on the grounds. Being able to pit muscle against muscle, technique with experience really stretched your abilities to the max. And even though San's attitude was worse with each day, your spirits rose. Perhaps if San would acknowledge your skills, the other warriors might change their mind, maybe even Yunho--

San interrupted your thoughts by giving you quite a nasty cut on your arm as you were distracted. You saw his mouth move, probably giving some kind of mocking excuse for his bad manners. It was the training grounds, not a battlefield where there was no holding back. Your vision became red. 

With a wild yell, you charged at San with your sword raised. San's eyes widened in surprise but still muscle memory kicked in and he blocked, but his muscles strained a bit to do so. You tried a large undercut sweep but San managed to jump backwards, curving his body to avoid the sword.

"Oracle," San chuckled nervously, "I'd almost swear you--" He yelped as he raised his broader blade to halt another swing of your sword.

When the overhanded strike was stopped with San's high block, sweat started to bead his hairline. You tried for more technique, faking a strike and instead thrusting forward. San had to avoid your blade, barely redirecting your blade with his. "Seriously, you're going to--" He grunted with effort to parry another thrust, the shing of the sword as the tip pinged echoing in both your ears.

That's when you decided you needed to disarm San. You prepared another swing in which both of your blades had to dance in a circle together, and then with a sharp twist of your wrist, San's blade was sliding across the straw-strewn stones.

San held his hands up in defeat. "I almost might be impressed with th--" He made a loud oof as you kicked him square in the chest.

You were on top of San as soon as he hit the ground, your body straddling his body as you brought your personal dagger to his throat. This time you didn't use the flat of the blade but the edge that you always kept razor-sharp. It pricked his skin and a small line of blood trailed down his glowing skin. 

"Do you yield?" You growled.

"Does any dragon ever yield? Yielding is death!" San denied, sounding quite strained.

You brought the tip of the dagger under San's chin. "I've had enough of your shit attitude, San. Either you yield to me or I stop coming to these practices and Jongho starts withholding himself from you again."

San looked bewildered. "You would do that?" he said in a higher pitched voice.

You laughed mirthlessly. "That's the least I would do, warrior."

San hooked both of his legs around yours and threw his weight so that he could flip the situation. Now he was on top of you, your dagger knocked out of your hands. He may have the upper hand in the fight but he had revealed something that he should have kept hidden. 

You smiled slowly in cockiness. "Did you get turned on by my prowess?"

"That's nothing," San denied immediately. You noticed a small pout that had never graced his lips before when he spoke to you. He was all sharp looks and this held such a curve to his mouth it almost looked kissable. "Adrenaline can make a man hard, that's all." 

"Hard for a woman that you hate?" You said lowly, "That must hurt your warrior pride."

"I'm not--" 

You took the moment to flip again, legs clamped on either of San's slim waist. 

With an indignant shout, San flipped you again just as fast. "If you don't stop interrupting me, I am going to wrap my hands around that pretty neck of yours and test your ability to hold your breath."

You cocked your head in question. "No, I don't think that's how that would work."

"Don't think--" San began to get flustered and stumble over his words, "What's that supposed to mean?!"

You pushed San's shoulder gently and he allowed you to lead him to his back. "There's no one here, San, didn’t you notice?"

San didn't look around but instead kept his eyes solidly on you. "I noticed."

"You know, instead of me keeping Jongho away from you, you could have him, but I could have you too."

San scoffed, but his eyes kept leaving and meeting yours. "Ludacris. Why would I do that?"

You sat fully back on San's pelvis, allowing your plush ass to really sit down on San's still rock hard cock. San whimpered, biting down hard on his lip but let the flesh go slowly. When you took a moment to grind, winding your hips. San's hands find your hips, swallowing down his low moans at the stimulation. 

"Perhaps that's why, San," You provoked him.

"Why are you so hot when you're this angry? I know you don't have a dragon form but your rage is red-hot like one," San said in pure confusion.

"I could take you on the training grounds right now and you wouldn't say no, would you?" You hummed, finger following a path along his breastplate.

San's adam's apple was moving up and down as he clearly attempted to find moisture in his mouth. "You…you would do that?"

"Only if…” You considered for a moment, if it was worth having a vision while San, who hated you, was watching over you. It had convinced all the others. And if you were being honest with yourself, it didn’t feel right to sleep with San without confirming first that he was indeed your mate.

“Only if…?” San prompted you for you to continue your sentence. 

“Do you know what happens if I touch you?” You asked softly.

“You fuck me?” San answered, head empty except for thoughts of sex, clearly.

You snorted. “There’s no going back with my visions, San.”

San’s face grew hard and sharp, similar to the San that was desperate for you to be a fake oracle. “I don’t believe in your stupid visions.”

You let out a sigh. “Here goes nothing then.” 

You cupped his face and then your eyes went cloudy and you collapsed against San’s chest.

"Are you sure you really want to be there?" You said in a condescending tone.

San whined between your legs, tongue out flat, and head worrying back and forth in response. 

"You sure, little flame? I'm not feeling the enthusiasm from you." You squeezed his head with your thighs. 

With a growl, San gripped both of your thighs tightly, went on his knees, and drove your back into the headrest of your bed. His arms strained as he held you aloft, tongue deep into your cunt. You could feel your walls parting for his eager tongue.

"Gonna make me come? Gonna show me how a good little flame makes his Mistress come?" You crooned.

San tongue-fucked you to completion, making your toes curl and screamed his name. When he was done, your back scraped against the headboard as he let you go but remained kneeling in front of you. 

"I hate you so much," he cursed, using the back of his hand to wipe your wetness from his face.

You chuckled lowly. "Hate me so much you'd eat me up like I'm your last dinner, huh?"

San's eyes were dark but he rolled his eyes and groaned in frustration. He grabbed your face with both hands and made out with you. "I love you so fucking much, I can hate you a little bit," San whined.

You felt the love through your bond, so you knew San was being playful. "Well then, I hate you so much, I'm going to give you the suck of your life."

San's eyes became hooded. "I hate your mouth on me."

"I hate you too, little flame."

"Oracle?"

When you came to, San's hand was on your head, supporting it against his chest. "Did you…" he almost choked on his words.

"I'm--" You swallowed down a moan, your sex feeling swollen from your vision. "San."

"Fuck me?" San said in a whiney voice.

You lifted your head. "Are you admitting that you believe in my visions?"

San grinned, part bashful, part cocky. "Will that get my cock inside of you?"

You rolled your eyes and sat back up. "I'm gonna fuck the brat out of you."

"I get that a lot."

One night, when you dared to have a secret rendezvous with Seonghwa after a meeting gone late and Hongjoong dismissed you both, you woke up with a feeling of dread in your stomach. You left Seonghwa lying like a starfish on the table and moved to the nearest balcony. You thought perhaps you needed fresh air. Even still, you could not shake the heavy feeling that something was wrong. And then the vision hit you.

“Ah!” A man with red hair who you had never seen before yelled as a whip with a cruel metal cap tore a strip from his back.

“Just give it up already! We know you’re a dragon. Transform!” 

“I don’t…know what…you’re talking about!” Insisted the redhead through clenched teeth.

Another man, one without the whip, slapped the redhead being tortured. “We’ve been watching you for days! Where is your clan?”

The dragon being tortured spat on the floor. “On their way to turn you into bones they’ll have to pick out their teeth.”

The whip hit once, twice, three times and the dragon’s back tightened in pain. “I like it! Hit me more!”

The man with the whip hesitated. “Is he crazy?”

The other man slapped the accused dragon several times more, until blood fell from the dragon’s mouth. “No, he’s just trying to throw us off. Leave him here to mull in his thoughts.”

The two torturer's left the basement and you saw a sign that said “the red belly of the beast”. 

You came back too, hanging a little too precariously from the balcony. Lucky for you, because you threw up any food you had in your stomach. Fighting you could endure, but that level of torture was inhumane! It had to be hunters again but you didn’t recognize the dragon who was being tortured. Then why would you be shown this image? Unless…

“Father, this is Wooyoung.” You tugged forward Wooyoung to finally meet your father. He was actually the first dragon you were introducing to your family. You were growing to love and adore Jongho and Yeosang and Seonghwa, but Wooyoung was different. He didn’t have any relation to the clan so you knew it would be less scarring to introduce him to your father first.

“Wooyoung, huh?” Your father peered up at Wooyoung, rocking in his chair by the fire.

Wooyoung looked a bit embarrassed but smiled nonetheless. “Your daughter, she saved me.”

Your father grinned fiercely, pride clearly written across his face. “I taught her all I knew. She fights for her mother’s honor.”

“Father, I fight for our family,” You insisted, feeling emotional.

“You fight for your life,” Your father said gruffly, breaking eye contact with you and bringing a finger to his eyes to wipe away the happy tears.

Wooyoung, in his typical fashion, began to animatedly retell the story of when you saved him. Your father hung on every word, laughing and gasping in all the right places. And when Wooyoung finished his story, your father grabbed Wooyoung’s hand and then yours and brought them together.

“Your mother… she would have loved him like a son, Spitfire.”

You began to cry and hug your father while Wooyoung started to joke about the nickname Spitfire, doing his best to make you feel better. Wooyoung was your comfort when you needed it the most. He loved you unconditionally and he was yours, solely. 

“Oh my god,” You attempted to collect yourself. You didn’t have time to cry or worry. Wooyoung was your mate and you needed to go save him.

You ran to your rooms for Rosa’s Bane, then to the stables, whispered an apology to the sleepy horses and you were racing out of the compound. When you had saved Jongho, you had only gotten there in the nick of time. You weren’t sure how much time you had with Wooyoung but you had a bad feeling that it was too late to stop those scars on his back. 

The moon was high and left your path clear. You had no idea where this tavern was but you had spent enough time with your mates to know how to follow your bond. You and Yeosang often played a game together, where you took turns fleeing and hiding and finding each other through the bond--involved some quiet masturbation and passionate sex upon finding each other--however, it had taught you how to find your mates no matter what.

It was difficult on the back of a horse, however, and more so with someone you had not truly bonded with. It was becoming hard to separate your pull from Jongho, Yeosang, Seonghwa and San from Wooyoung. You doubled back several times and grew frustrated at your progress. The only thing that drove you was that the longer you took to find Wooyoung, the more scars he would have on his back.

Just when you thought that perhaps this was impossible and maybe you should have grabbed one of your dragon mates, your bond pulled hard and it made you gasp with how much fear and pain was coursing through you. You knew without a doubt where Wooyoung was so you raced in the direction that was filled with hopelessness.

The swing of the sign of the tavern almost mocked you as you approached it. The noises spilling from the door were merry and bright and it only made your rage burn brighter that these hunters were taking delight in their evening when your mate was suffering below in the basement.

You carefully pulled back the cellar door and crept down the stairs, silent but angry. Upon a quick glance, they had left Wooyoung to further stew in his wounds. A fire cast light on Wooyoung’s back and it took all of your self control not to gasp in pure horror. His back was practically shredded. His head was cast downwards and when you tipped his head back to look Wooyoung in the eyes, his face was beaten to almost beyond recognition.

"Wha did you com'er fur?" Wooyoung slurred his words because of his fat lip and more than likely the blood lose, "Come t'see how ter properly beat a dragon?" And through all his pain, Wooyoung smiled with such fierceness that you knew without a doubt: his body may be broken but his spirit was not.

"I've come to save you, brave boy," You cooed.

Wooyoung perked up immediately upon hearing your words. "Save me?"

The dumb hunters, comfortable in their surroundings, left the keys to Wooyoung’s manacles on a table where their torture tools were. You resisted the urge to destroy those tools; your sole mission was to save Wooyoung. Wooyoung collapsed upon you when you released him, and even then, each step for him was beyond painful.

And still Wooyoung asked, "What's a beautiful girl doing in a dump like this?"

You laughed in pain, out of breath to even get him to the stairs. "I see the future. You're my mate. I came to save you."

"That sounds pretty plausible. I knew my face was too pretty to be wasted on death." Wooyoung groaned when he lifted his foot for the first stair.

"Save your breath and help me get your pretty face up the damn stairs," You grunted. 

The cuts on his back made it near impossible for him to walk. It took everything in you to get up those stairs with Wooyoung. And still the hunters continued to make merry in the tavern. You swore on your sword that you would come back with Jongho and he would burn the place to the ground with his dragonflame. 

Wooyoung was in no state to go back to the clan with you. You pushed him up on your horse, his belly along the back of the gelding and you walked away from that tavern, putting one step in front of the other. 

With all the time you spent with Seonghwa and Hongjoong in the meeting room, you had learned quite a few clan secret locations that any dragon could retreat to if the situation arose. There was a cottage built in a mountain. The legends told of how the mountain used to be filled with moving rock, hotter than even dragonflame. The mountain had long lain dormant and the cottage was a refuge for any dragons who required it.

The only healing you knew of was the bare minimum a warrior learns to stay alive until a healer can be summoned. Lucky for you, Wooyoung was a bit of a healer himself. So under his instructions, you fashion a poultice to sit on his wounds. Wooyoung faded in and out of consciousness and you could not afford to abandon him. 

Luckily, you didn't have to leave, your clan found you.

A broad shouldered dragon entered the cottage where you had been humming to Wooyoung, who was in a blessed healing sleep. "San!" You shouted in elation and threw yourself at him.

You started to cry, pulling him as close to you as you could. "Please help me. I can't bring Wooyoung back myself, he'll tear open his wounds. Please help him!"

San pulled back, looking beyond confused. "Who is he?"

During the few painful hours when Wooyoung was conscious, in order for him to focus away from the pain, he told you who he was. Wooyoung, a clanless dragon, brought up amongst witches. It was how he had his knowledge of healing but also of who he was. Wooyoung may be clanless but he was not lesser. 

"You saved someone you didn't even know?" San looked stunned, "You saved another dragon?"

That stunned look never left San's face. He transformed and transported Wooyoung back to the clan. You followed below on the trusty gelding and before you knew it, you were back home with your new mate. But there was much more to answer for.

"Where did you find her?" Hongjoong demanded soullessly. His cheek was smooshed against his palm as if he had better things to do than to listen to why you left.

"No doubt tricking another poor dragon into giving up his cock to her," Yunho said with all offense, lips pursed and refusing to look at you.

"Yunho!" Yeosang scolded his mate.

"Well?" Hongjoong demanded a second time, this time unfolding his legs and stamping his foot impatiently.

"She saved a clanless dragon," San declared. His chin was raised, almost challenging anyone to argue his facts. His fists were clenched at his side.

Jongho came up beside you and his palm slid against yours to hold your hand. "Don't you ever do that again."

"I'm sorry, Jongho," You said, looking at his side profile.

"I think you owe an apology to more than just Jongho," Hongjoong interrupted.

You cleared your throat. "I'm sorry, Your High--"

Hongjoong cut you off. "Not to me, you witless fool, to your other mates!"

Yeosang had his arms crossed over his chest, clearly fighting with trying to not look upset or worried. You met eyes with Seonghwa, who let you see exactly how betrayed he felt. San still stood to your other side, arms quivering with how hard he was shaking. 

"I am sorry for leaving without telling anyone. All I could think about was saving Wooyoung. I won't ever do it again," You said with a rough voice laced with emotion.

"That's right, you won't ever do it again," Hongjoong declared, "Because you will spend every night with one of us, at least."

Mingi's mouth dropped. "But, we don't know--"

"What?" Yunho's quiet rage cut through everything. "Don't tell me you're starting to believe her lies?"

Hongjoong's eyes narrowed down at Yunho. "Do you not believe she is mated with Jongho? I witnessed him barely restrained by Mingi and Yeosang when you stated that she fled because she couldn't keep up with the lies anymore. He would have punched you for such an insult, Yunho. I myself held Seonghwa as he wept, worried that perhaps his inability to tell me of her was what finally drove her from our clan. San abandoned his duty to find her. We are all mates, Yunho. Do not tell me you didn't feel what I felt through their bonds."

Yunho's lips tightened further in anger. "I will not be a part of this."

Hongjoong laughed, a dangerous noise that made everyone in the throne room shudder. "No?"

"Yunho," Yeosang went to the only naysayer in the room. "Stop."

"When you say at least," You said nervously. 

Hongjoong's dark eyes swung back to you. "Why, you have to take care of Wooyoung, do you not? He is your mate after all, didn't you say?"

The next few weeks were a bit of an adjustment. You had spent most of your life living amongst your hatchling sisters, never having a moment to yourself, but they were your family. You had grown spoiled to your singular rooms, your sanctuary away from anyone. Now, not a moment where you were left alone. It wasn't necessarily that you weren't trusted, but to make sure that if you did have another premonition and you did have to rush into action, there would always be a dragon mate with you.

The only one truly upset with this situation was Yunho. 

The first night he found himself in your rooms, he dragged a chair into your room, put the back against the door, and stayed there the entire night. The second instance he watched with emotionless eyes as you tended to Wooyoung, who was healing progressively well.

"Some day I'm getting off my stomach and getting you on your back," Wooyoung said as you straddled his butt and applied more poultice to his back.

"Wooyoung," You scolded him, laughing at both his audacity and the nervousness of setting off Yunho. 

"You've mated with everyone else you've had a premonition with, it's not fair," Wooyoung groaned.

You cleared your throat, well aware that was entirely untrue. 

"No, she hasn't," Yunho's voice rumbled from his spot near the fire.

"I'll excuse your ignorance but she hasn't had a premonition with Mingi, even though it's clear he adores her regardless," Wooyoung replied flatly.

"I'm not talking about Mingi," Yunho corrected the clanless dragon.

Wooyoung turned his head to the side, the back of his hand lying against his cheek. "Sweetheart?"

"How do you know?" You demanded towards Yunho in a gruff voice.

Yunho laughed mirthlessly, tossing his head back like you had just told the funniest joke he had ever heard. "You don't think I feel the bond? Or is it you that cannot feel it because you aren't even a dragon?"

Wooyoung growled underneath you and you caressed the small of his back to calm him. "Wooyoung, don't."

"Even if you can't transform, that doesn't make you less of a dragon than him!" Wooyoung protested.

"I know, my brave boy, but it's not worth fighting Yunho on it. He can't be swayed."

"Maybe it is."

"Wooyoung, what are you saying?" You moved to get off your mate and off the bed.

"Hey Grumpy Scales, you ever think of fucking your anger out on the Oracle?" Wooyoung posed the question like he was asking Yunho if he ever considered eating blueberries for breakfast.

"I wouldn't touch her even if Seonghwa refused me his body. I am not San."

"No, you're certainly not. San has better shoulders and he isn't an idiot. Even he was convinced that being my sweetheart's mate isn't the worst fate. In fact, he's quite enjoying his nights now."

"Wooyoung," You attempted to hush your mate for a second time. 

Yunho stood up, the fire giving him a red aura that was actually less intimidating than the actual face Yunho bore. "San is caught up in the trap. You all are."

" ‘Cept me, or weren't you listening? I believe in her and her powers. I love her. I haven't slipped my cock into her tight, wet heat yet, however. Nor has Mingi. So how do you continue to feed yourself on a lie that's unfounded, Grumpy Scales?"

"Tricked," Yunho shook his head but his face was already less tight than it was before Wooyoung spoke. 

"Mmm, I do love a good trick," Wooyoung chuckled, "You know, if you sat on my hand in the right way, I might be able to--"

"You will not be doing anything in front of me," Yunho snarled. 

"Wooyoung, I would like to not die tonight," You said in a hushed tone.

"Oh, but if you slept with the oracle, wouldn't you be showing everyone that you can fuck her without getting caught in her web? Won't that be interesting to find out that you're the strongest of them all, hmmm?" Wooyoung hummed. "All that wonderful wet pussy just for you, right Grumpy Scales? I bet she quivers for you."

"If you weren't injured, I'd be slapping you right now, Wooyoung, I beg of you, stop!"

"You will not be trapping me," Yunho announced. He was… suddenly very close to the bed.

You carefully turned around. You could not give Yunho your back. It went against your instincts. "Yunho, I trap no one."

"You've trapped Seonghwa," Yunho stared right into your soul with his dark eyes, "You don't think I've felt what Yeosang's felt when he's sliding his cock down your throat? You don't think Seonghwa's told me of being between your thighs, and sighing like he's talking about slipping into Mingi or being fucked by Hongjoong? You don't think I've heard you with Jongho, calling him your pet? How dare you lord over a dragon as if you were more than what you truly are? How dare San submit to you when he knew of your tricks."

Yunho was so close to you that you could feel the puffs of his breath hit the top of your head. "Is he right?"

"Wooyoung is wrong," You stated immediately.

"You're quivering for me right now." Yunho looked down his nose at you, his eyes hooded.

Your entire body was covered in goosebumps. You felt the pull in your bond, the lust spreading through your nerves. Your mate was calling for you to mate with him. Whether it was subconscious or not, Yunho now wanted to fuck you. Or was it Wooyoung? A quick glance showed that Wooyoung had fallen asleep with a smile on his lips.

"I do not want to mate with a dragon who thinks I am worthless," You hissed, holding back your need for Yunho by only a spider thread.

"Perhaps," Yunho licked his lips in what you could only describe as a predatory way, "There's something of you that isn't worthless."

The shame and lust that filled your veins was undeniable. You could slowly feel your resolve crumble beneath Yunho's stare. "That will bond us, Yunho. I know you don't want that."

Yunho chucked his fingers under your chin and you swallowed in response. "I am already bound to you through my mates. I cannot get rid of you, you've proven that with your little fleeing scene. So you will submit to me because you want it and it's the only thing I'll allow between us."

"Yu--" 

Your words were cut off as Yunho moved his fingers to wrap around your throat. "I don't want to hear my name from your mouth one more time. You simply need to nod or shake your head. You are simply a hole for me, oracle."

This was it. This was your chance to decline, to scoff at him and tell him your worth, just like you had done with every single other dragon since you became oracle. The only one you should submit to was Hongjoong. But there was a look in Yunho's eyes that spoke of how much he wanted this. Wooyoung had been right. Yunho wanted to take his frustration out on you and he wanted to benefit from it. He wanted the high ground over you and you were about to concede to him. 

You nodded and Yunho slowly smirked. "That's what I thought."

Yunho stripped you of your clothing until you were stark naked. His clothing remained on. He guided you to your lounge and made you go on your hands and knees there. His nimble fingers found your folds and he chuckled darkly at the discovery that you were drenched. "Surely that's not for me, whore?"

You pressed your lips together, trying to keep within the rules that Yunho laid out. You were certain that if you broke them, he would stop, or worse, leave. You urged your ass back onto Yunho's fingers as your only response. 

"Ridiculous," his disbelief came as a rumble from behind you, "Wet for what? Because I put you in your place? Because you get a new cock inside of you? Or are you just an eager whore all the time?" You whined as his fingers brushed your clit. "Listen to the noises you make, you are an eager whore. I could have you coming over my fingers embarrassingly quickly, I imagine. How anyone else finds you alluring enough to fuck you will be beyond me. Are you wet enough to take me?"

You nodded and Yunho was busy undoing his pants. He rubbed his cockhead against your folds. You hissed as he sank into you. It was a stretch for you, you had to admit, but it was a damn good stretch. Yunho's fingers sank into the flesh of your ass until he bottomed out. 

"Just a fucking hole," He growled and then started to nudge himself inside of you.

The loudest moan imaginable escaped your lips as he moved inside of you. The feeling of being stuffed, the feeling of that large cock moving against your walls, was truly like nothing you had felt. You weren't sure if you should be worried on how clouded your mind was, narrowed down to simply getting fucked by the man that utterly hated you.

Yunho's large body practically loomed behind you. You could feel how both of his hands encompassed your waist. His thrusts inside of you brought a choked cry to your mouth. "Yu--"

One of those hands left your waist and wound itself in your hair. The hand tugged and guided you to arch your back. "Don't say my name, whore." 

"But--" You still cannot manage to get a word out because how wonderful it felt to have a dick continue to hit the end of you.

"FUCK!" He roared and yanked your hair so hard that the back of your head was resting against his shoulder and chest. "Can't you just let me enjoy this?" He hissed into your ear.

You attempted to press your lips together but still moans fell from them. You simply could not contain yourself. "Please," You whimpered and then groaned loudly.

"I frankly don't give a damn if you come," he snapped from behind you. "But I cannot be known as the only one who cannot pleasure you."

Long fingers were unceremoniously shoved into your mouth and still your tongue lathed at them. You moaned around them, knowing full well they'd be leaving your mouth soon. His fingers, wet with your saliva, found your clit and began to rub it harshly, well wedded with the snap of his hips against your ass.

You felt your climax build within you, the double sensations driving you mad with desire. "Yunho, Yunho please," You begged for the final time.

Yunho used his other hand and gently squeezed your throat. "Let's see if I can't make you have a vision, hmmm?"

Your vision dimmed, fuzzy black waves clinging to the edges as Yunho denied you any air. You could feel your climax building and you knew you were about to come undone for Yunho and he had not even shown any signs of being ready to come. Was he going to use you more than once, was he--

"Yunho, I've brought you some food--"

Mingi's eyes grew wide and dropped the tray he had brought. The hatchling caretaker ran into the room and pulled Yunho back, before either of you could finish. Your air came rushing back and you gasped it in.

"What do you think you're doing?" Mingi accused Yunho. Mingi’s large hand came to your back to rub you through your shaking breaths. 

A true vision overtook you, eyes growing cloudy and you slumped forward on the lounge.

Mingi's hands rubbed your overextended stomach. A smile of pure happiness was there before he bent over to kiss your stomach. "It's a male. I just know it."

You laughed quietly. "Mingi, even I don't know if it's a male or female, and I'm the oracle."

"The elders say when a female is craving spicy foods that it is a male," Mingi insisted sincerely.

"Well, they also say when you crave sweets, it's a girl and I…what exactly do you think you're doing?" You demanded.

Mingi had begun to kiss down your belly, moving beyond your line of sight. "Are other parts of you swollen?" His deep low voice rumbled through your skin.

"Ming-mingi!" You stuttered, "I'm--"

"You're big with the hatchling. You can barely get off this bed without help. I can simply take advantage of that, can't I?" Mingi had arrived at his destination, tongue swirling along his lips before he kissed your lower lips.

"Oh fuck, Mingi, that's---hnnnn, that's lovely," You couldn't help but moan.

"You deserve to be rewarded for carrying our hatchling so well, don't you think?"

Your back arched as Mingi's lips sucked down on your clit. "Want--want you Mingi," You admitted softly.

Mingi's head popped back up above your head, a satisfied smile tugging his lips. "The elders say fucking a pregnant female helps with the hatchling arriving later."

You groaned and laughed at the same time. "Was that your intention with your visit today?"

"My intention was to ensure that you are well," Mingi replied, suddenly more solemn. "I want what's best for the mother of our children."

"Oracle?" Mingi sucked in his bottom lip in worry, cradling you in his arms as you presumably collapsed on your lounge.

"I'm here, Mingi," You assured him.

Your eyes sought Yunho's immediately but his back was to you two, near the door. "You take over, Mingi, I'm leaving."

Mingi's serious eyes followed Yunho until he left without a word. Then Mingi's disposition changed. "Did you have a vision of us? I am your mate? What did you see? Is that rude to ask? Should I not know my own fate?"

Your heart clenched with each step that Yunho took away from your rooms but you couldn't help but laugh at Mingi's questions. "A hatchling, Mingi. You kept saying that I was the mother of 'our' children."

Mingi's mouth dropped. "A hatchling? But you cannot carry the eggs, you cannot become a dragon, how--?" Mingi wiped a hand over his face in disbelief, "Truly? A hatchling?"

"I don't know when that occurred, Mingi, that could be years from now--MINGI!"

Mingi lifted you high above him in celebration. You should have realized that the dragon that took care of the hatchlings would be beyond excited to hear that you would be the mother of his children--your mates children? Who…?

"First thing in the morning, I will demand an audience with the elders. They've been bugging Hongjoong about an heir for years, they'll be happy to hear that you will carry our children!"

Mingi put you on your feet but your head was still in the clouds. Hongjoong mating with you? How could you manage such a thing? "Mingi, wait!"

Mingi's large hands encompassed your head in a gentle squeeze. "I will help you. With your vision and my magic tongue, we'll make it happen."

You frowned, not understanding. "Your tongue?" Then it hit you. He wasn't talking about convincing the elders, he was talking about-- "Mingi!"

Mingi's tongue caught between his teeth, looking quite pleased with himself. "Do you doubt me?"

You thought back to your vision and found that you couldn't disagree.

Whether it was your vision, or Mingi's magic tongue, it was declared that a formal event would be held before the court. Hongjoong was going to acknowledge that you were his mate, and mated with the others, before the entire clan. The preparations were made and it was decided that you would perform a Seeing with all that was present. There was no doubt in your mind that Hongjoong was your final mate, so it wasn't the ceremony you were worried about…

"Hey," Jongho met your eyes as you stood across from him before the large doors that would open soon and what seemed like the third beginning of your life was about to start. "I love you," he told you.

You leaned upwards to peck at his pink lips. "I wouldn't have any of this without you, you know that, right?"

Jongho's gummy smile, one of your favorite things about him, stretched across his face. "I can't take credit for your visions. I like how that sounds, though."

"Jongho, please," You whined.

Jongho wrapped his arms around you and squeezed until you squealed. He then peppered your face with kisses, scolding you between breaths. "You didn't say you loved me back!"

"I love you, Jongho," You said quietly.

A horn was sounded and that signified the commencement of the event. 

Jongho escorted you down the hard stone floor and helped you up the stairs but left you to join the rest of your mates. Hongjoong stood from his throne, beautiful and glorious in his power. He threw his arms open wide and began his speech.

"Today we celebrate our beloved oracle. Our clan has been gifted with one who can soar the skies of the future, having given up her second form in order to keep our clan safe. She has proven her abilities beyond reproach; she has saved my mates and her own from death. She has saved outlying clans, hatchlings, and she has even kept my body from danger. She has seen visions of each of her mates and our bonds have only grown stronger with her connection to us."

Hongjoong turned towards you and you locked eyes with him. "Today, we give the final proof for all to acknowledge. Today, our oracle will have a vision of my future, of my heir."

"Hongjoong," You whispered his name, finding your mouth void of any moisture.

A rare, special, and most importantly, genuine smile pulled at the corners of Hongjoong's mouth. "We've a bet, between us, Oracle. I hope you have a gentle vision of me because I wasn't planning on making the heir on this eve."

Were your mates betting on whether you had a vision full of sex with Hongjoong? It took everything in you to not send a glare over your shoulder. Men!

Hongjoong gentle grasped your hand and flipped it over to impart a kiss to your palm. Your eyes went cloudy and you fell into a vision. Hongjoong captured you in his arms, eyes on your face for when you woke up. 

"Youngho, you are a prince, not a demon!" You shouted at the small boy who was cackling ahead of you.

"Come catch me, Mama!" 

Your breath caught in your throat for the love of your son. His blue hair declared him his father's son, if his sassiness didn't prove it to you every day. You tried to love Youngho as fiercely and as strongly as your father had once gifted you with. You were certain that Youngho would not grow up to be the heart-scarred man that Hongjoong was. Your son would be happy upon his throne with his mates, you were determined to ensure he did not have a fate such as yours. 

"Let him be devious," Hongjoong declared beside you, "He has a mind for being tricky and he loves scaring you."

You pursed your lips together. "I carried him for nine months within me, Hongjoong. I will decide on whether he is allowed to get away with everything or not."

Hongjoong smiled, the same one your son sent you after he had burst from a bush and scared your wits from you. "Well, I put him in you. Isn't that enough reason to have a say on his upbringing?" You scoffed and Hongjoong's smile only grew bigger. A low chuckle came deep from his throat. "Perhaps you need a second hatchling to prove to you that it was me?"

"Prince Youngho, if you don't get off that balcony right now, I will tell Dadda that you are not allowed to visit the hatchlings for a week!" You said in a firm voice, still looking towards Hongjoong. "You have your heir, Your Majesty. Besides, didn't we agree that it was Seonghwa's turn to father a child?"

Hongjoong's grin was at full brightness, mischievousness achieved. And then his face blanked to the cold, haughty leader face you had once only known from him. "We'll have nine months before they know it."

This time you laughed, something that lured Youngho back to your side. "Mama, what are you laughing at?"

"Youngho, did you know," You told him, pushing your hands through his hair lovingly, "Your father tells the funniest jokes? He thinks he can hide things from your other fathers."

Youngho frowned heavily, peering up at his father. "Father, Papa says he can smell when you lie. Don't be silly."

Hongjoong threw his head back and laughed, a belly laugh that seemed to be reserved for only his son. "Seonghwa does say that, doesn't he? I'm sorry for being silly, Spitfire."

Your emotions caught in your throat and you excused yourself, allowing Hongjoong a moment with his son.

"Oracle." Yunho approached you as you moved back to your rooms.

"Prince," You nodded curtly, your heart aching to reach out and touch your mate.

"It is my night with you," Yunho said primly.

"It is," You confirmed.

Yunho stepped closer to you, leaning in to speak to your ears only. "Don't get too wet for me, whore."

Your body was covered in goosebumps of shame and lust. Only one thing had changed in the years in which it took to conceive of Youngho, to nurture the young dragon to be capable of a loving prince, and that was that you had loved Yunho. But he still kept you at a heart's distance.

"Welcome back," Hongjoong greeted you as you rose from your vision.

You felt wetness on your cheeks and realized you had been crying. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I need a moment to collect myself."

Hongjoong's eyes traveled over every plane of your face. "What did you see?"

"A son," You choked out, "Youngho. He had your hair."

"A son," Hongjoong echoed back, looking both fierce and soft at the same time, somehow. His head snapped to your mates. "She says we will have a son!"

The crowd erupted into cheers. Hongjoong helped you up and raised your joined hands. "The oracle has declared there will be an heir and she will carry him!"

San and Wooyoung hugged in celebration. Yeosang slung an arm around Jongho's waist, both quiet in their happiness. Seonghwa and Mingi pressed their foreheads together, clearly excited for a hatchling. Yunho was not celebrating, however. His eyes were on yours, with a rage that only made lust curl within your stomach. You found that you could not meet his eyes any longer and broke contact. 

"So," Hongjoong said under his breath, "Was it gentle like Yeosang's or rough like Seonghwa's?" He began to lead you back through the hall. It had been agreed on that the nine of you would celebrate privately after the event.

"Gentle, Your Majesty," You admitted. 

Hongjoong smiled in triumph and it almost echoed the smile he had carried from your visions. "I knew it."

"And are you sharing your winnings with me, Your Majesty?" You said mirthlessly.

"Of course," Hongjoong bent his neck, acknowledging certain key members of the clan graciously.

"Of course?" You questioned his easy answer.

"My winnings is time with you and another of my choosing," Hongjoong revealed.

"You betted a damn--" The word threesome, it seemed, couldn't be spit out, "--the first time with me and another?"

"Seemed appropriate, at the time," Hongjoong shrugged.

"Who…" You cleared your throat, "Who did you pick?"

The large doors closed behind you and Hongjoong, a formality more than anything. The others would leave from the door behind the throne and join you in a room prepared for you all. 

Hongjoong let go of your hand and walked with both of his hands held  behind his back as he answered you. "Why, you are mine now, Oracle. And what's yours is mine as well now, it seems."

You made a noise of surprise. "You want Wooyoung? Why?"

"I want to be there, I want to be there to witness your first time with him. I want to be his first as well. I'm a greedy lover, you'll learn soon enough."

You felt like you had just been hit by a book. "Your--"

"--Hongjoong," The leader of your clan corrected you.

"Hongjoong!"

"There, much better." Hongjoong turned suddenly. "It's not going to be very fun if you continue to call me Your Majesty when I'll soon be filling you with my seed."

"Sweetheart!" Wooyoung screeched from the door where everyone was waiting. HIs grin said it all. "Hurry up! We have a bet to settle."

You swore you were going to pull every one of your mates ears in anger at having a damn bet about what kind of vision you were going to have with Hongjoong but the anger melted the minute you entered the room. You felt the overwhelming love and adoration through all your bonds and realized in this moment, you were the most loved you had ever been in your entire life. Perhaps it was worth a little silly moment of frustration.

Still, you couldn't help but scold them a bit. "If I see anyone betting about my visions in the future, I swear I'll make you all rue the day I became your mate!"

#kvanity #kwritersworldnet #pirateeznet #thekpopuniverse #cultofdionysusnet #ateez smut #choi jongho smut #poly ateez x reader #jeong yunho smut #topaz's work #ღatz #starseed jam #joongiefryeverse

[nicki0kaye]

Kalluzeb AUs

fuckit I can't pick where to start so here's a list of my many, many Kalluzeb AUs. I'll link any explanations I post, be it just cuz I wanna or in reply to asks/requests to elaborate. All of these were written with @sidhebeingbrand as Zeb -- >Test Subject A) Jek B) Trouble [1] C) Jek and Trouble

>Sentinel/Guide [1] A) Canon compliant up to ice date -Golden Wings route -Ring fighter to Lira San route [1] B) Pre-Empire Meetcute [1] [2] -Agent 021 -Past!Kallus and Future!Kallus switch C) Gladiators of Nar Shaada [1] -Agent 021 -Reunion after Zero Hour -Sandr leaves with Ezra D) Unbridled Potential -Test subject route -Agent 021 route (fic compliant)

>Ice moon Amnesia A) Good route B) Gideon route -Specter rescue -Bad Batch rescue

>Passenger Parasite A) Infected while in Empire B) Infected while in Rebellion C) Infected while in Empire v2.0

>Starseed A) Kallus goes into Heat B) Starbaby Deception

>Darkside Maze A) Pre Ice Moon [1] B) Post Ice moon

>Lobot!Kallus A) Kallus under wraps B) Mareysha, Sasha, and Kallus [1]

>Soulmates

>WereTooka!Kallus [1]

>Feathers

>ISB Agent Kallus moderates a Furry Smut RP holoforum

#nik v sw #nik au #kalluzeb #kallus #garazeb #not included; RPs where its canon compliant #bc obviously those aren't AUs #but we've done plenty of scenerios that arent on this list #bc its just in universe character explorations

[midnightdonghyun]

Silk, Ink, Honey ｡˚ ° PJM

Pairings ｡˚ ° Jimin x Namjoon (past), Jimin x Yoongi (hinted), Jimin x Donghyun (focus)

Characters ｡˚ ° Inmate Jimin (bts), Flashback Namjoon (bts), Art teacher Yoongi (bts), Inmate Woong (ab6ix), Inmate Jisung (skz), Inmate Daehwi (ab6ix), CO Woojin (ab6ix), Inmate Donghyun (ab6ix)

AU ｡˚ ° Prison

Genre ｡˚ ° character exploration, dark

Warnings ｡˚ ° Crimes lol, mentions of sex, implication of self harm

Word count ｡˚ ° 2.3k

Summary ｡˚ ° Jimin is introduced to the pod! He reflects on a past fling and the man who got him into art theft in the first place before deciding he's gotta move on. He's interested in the art teacher, but too nervous to approach. He decides to hone in on one of the other inmates instead...

Notes ｡˚ ° Not proof read lol. No plot mostly for character development and personal fun.

Masterlist Masterlist

Prison Masterlist

Jimin replays that night in his head over and over again. Silk against silk. The pale flowers embroidered on Joon’s suit jacket. Green silk against the satin of his hands. He would have clung harder if he knew. Balled his hands into fists, grated against the lotus threads so hard they would have formed calluses on his palms, dug his nails into cold fabric until they left tiny snags.

But he didn’t know.

So their last night was the routine. Jimin had incense burning that time. It curled around the parlor, sweet little scent ghosts trailing in the unmoving air. Joon complained it made his head swarm. Made it too heavy on his broad shoulders. They discussed work. They touched and sighed. They parted ways. They’d meet again to finish the work. Each job had such a delicate plan. It had to be executed perfectly, that’s why they met to discuss beforehand. 

Jimin was an actor and Joon was the director.

He had to play the part, twist and manipulate their victims into place. Sometimes they fell for sensual. Sometimes they wanted cute. Sometimes they just needed someone to ramble to. 

If only he knew.

The bite of the handcuffs was sobering to say the least. Incense and silk, grandmother would have told him. She would have yelled until she lost her voice. This was inevitable, your stolen luxury could never last.

The charges were baffling.

Art theft. Fraud. Tax Evasion. Identity theft. Money Laundering. 

Of course Joon’s list was longer. Or Jimin assumed anyway. They were pulled apart. Not in the same pod. Not in the same courtroom. Not in the same prison after sentencing. Maybe it was in case they filed a mistrial. Maybe they didn’t want them talking. Planning. Worming their way out of their sentences so they can continue to spin silk together. And of course it burns. 

Jimin kept his hands smooth for him. Like clouds. Sanded and moisturized. There was a vanity drawer full of products somewhere. They used to be Jimin’s but god only knows where they ended up. Rose and lavender. Starseed and promise. More scents than he could count. One for every mood and every hair color he tried. Red and wish. Silver and citrus. Black and sandalwood. Yellow and kisses. 

He would be luxury for his partner.

He missed him. He craved him. Every second. And he tried to connect. Maybe a phone call. Or at least a letter. From one prisoner to another. Different cells, different pods, different buildings, pulled apart by the blind hand of lady justice. 

It had only been a few weeks since he arrived. The unanswered letters… maybe they just never made it. Maybe he should be more patient. 

Or maybe he should just distract himself.

He had only really talked to his cellmate. He was cool. Icy. He played his solitaire, delt hands in the dayroom, shuffled and shuffled when he was bored. A gambler. His list of crimes was long, and he never disclosed them all. Jimin didn’t know how to navigate this new landscape, but one thing was clear to him judging by his cellmate's detached demeanor. You’re not here to make friends. 

But Jimin needs a friend. What’s a distraction if there’s not a friend involved?

There are demons moving between these white walls swathed in orange. Jimin watched them carefully. Some of them do seem to crave companionship. 

There’s the man that sits next to him in their art class. The class itself? Something about anger management. Venting emotions healthily without violence or addiction. Jimin would always eye the canvas next to his. Such a soft boy with a wide chest that reminded him of Joon. His voice was quiet, a sickly sweet whisper dripping wisteria and dreams. His words were bundled in brightly colored wax wrappers. He never fights. Never insults. Just exists. Compliments and small tokens of friendship. 

But Jimin’s seen what his pens do. Broken bones and gore. Twisted animal fetuses and teeth that jump from the page. Nightmares and crows. Melting skin and demon’s with fox skulls. They’ve whispered about him in the pod. He’s cursed.

And then there’s the art teacher himself… there’s the prize. Pale with long fingers, black hair that falls into his eyes. He’s a healer. Jimin may still crave the silk clad man that handed him millions before setting fire to everything, but he can crave other things too. Distractions. Sweet thin boys that get tangled in the sheets.

But that was… ambitious. To seek someone not stuck behind painted metal like he was. And Joon was still so… fresh.

Incense and tattoo ink. Silk and lotus petals. 

Art teacher Min would have to wait. Jimin needed an easier ride first. His blood obsessed peer would be easy, but to be frank he made Jimin nervous. There was something dead in his eyes. 

But not everyone looking for a companion screams it. Attention seekers can be quiet. They can stick to floors and loiter in dark corners with hot tears in their eyes. Of course there were people like that here. 

Joon always called him a whore. Jimin never really bothered to correct him as he wasn’t entirely wrong. Long term? Tied forever to one person? A ball and chain. That’s why he and Joon worked so well together. They would explore and come back together again. Billions of faces on the earth, what was stopping a person from sampling his fair share? 

Jimin’s met all kinds of people in his line of work. In both the very legal tattoo parlor he ran and the very illegal side hustle he started with his long term booty call. But only meeting a person, only talking to them? Sometimes it's not enough flavor. Sex was a merging of souls. And now, it can serve as a distraction. A short term fling to pick up and drop. He could work his way through this prison until he had the gusto to challenge the art teacher with those long pale fingers that haunted the inside of his eyelids.

A whore and an attention seeker. That’s what Joon would say if he was here.

And of course there was a silent attention seeker.

Jimin was leaning in his doorway. It’s where he usually was, watching the commotion. Listening to the screaming.

The boy from his art class was with the smaller, meaner man he was always with. They were pouring over a thick book. His cellmate was dealing hands to a gaggle of men, as usual. The gentle CO was on duty. The one that was easy to bribe and would twist rules meant to be iron. Roses crawled up from under his collar. Jimin wondered if he knew the artists that colored him.

The attention seeker that refused to seek attention was alone. A wonderful distraction. Something to burn the silk he spent years spinning off his hands.

Jimin knew how to sway when he walked. He had an arsenal of smiles and he wore this one very carefully. Sultry. Venus. 

There was a felt pen in his hand. He snagged it from the art room a few days ago. Min had seen. He didn’t raise a single finger to stop Jimin from carrying it back to the pod. He really just wanted it to draw. It’s not like he had foul intentions. At least not yet. Not like others around here.

Fallen Angel. Alexandre Cabanel. Oil on canvas. 

That’s what Jimin thinks of when he looks into the eyes of his chosen toy. Those same, hateful, tear lined eyes. Mistrusting. Abused. His jaw locks when Jimin slinks closer, entire body tensing. He was running red beads through his fingers. Over and over again, a nervous reflex. Each one would quickly pop through his clenched knuckles in a way that was almost comical. There should be loud sound effects. Clack clack, pop pop, squelch squelch. Jimin didn’t realize the beads were a rosary until he was on top of the table looking down on the hunched figure in front of him.

Jimin cooed. A sweet sound. Venus draped in layers of pink satin. “So lonely over here…”

A quick study with an artist’s eye. Big nose. A diagonal line of moles on the right side of his face. A cupid’s bow that twitched beautifully as he reacted to Jimin’s words. Cat eyes. Furrowed brow. Bleach damaged hair.

Jimin wasn’t keen on waiting for the response. It wouldn’t be anything affirmative. He reached out instead, grabbing his right wrist, pulling it towards him. Extended arm, his limbs were long. He braced himself on the table, not fighting Jimin at all, but remaining tense. A tightly wound spring, he was preparing to react violently if he had to. A dog would growl. This man only glared with his sad eyes.

Prison issued clothes are short sleeved and thin. Jimin’s seen his fair share of supplemental clothing on commissary. His new toy had some. A white thermal. The sleeves were pulled low, down to his palms with the white collar rising higher on his throat than the issued orange one. Jimin pushed the sleeve up. Gold silk, he needed skin. The marker was balanced between his ring finger and pinky, and he hummed tilting his head. What would look good on this skin?

“I’ll ink you.”

Jimin turned his hand over exposing the hairless inside. This was where the line was drawn. His distraction grunted and tried to pull his arm away. Jimin may be small, but his strength is not to be contended with. He dug his fingernails into that honeyed skin and wrenched it back towards him. 

“I said I’ll ink you.”

Distraction sucked air in heavily. “Not the inside.” His voice was nothing like Jimin expected. It was a lullaby, not nearly half as harsh as his eyes. As his permanently furrowed brows. Musical. Not too deep and not too high. The right amount of soft.

Jimin leaned closer to his face, plastering the sweetest smile he could on his face. “Why?”

The hand was flipped again. Another smaller tug of war. Toy didn’t seem to have the heart to win it. He could have pulled Jimin off the table if he really wanted to. 

Jimin cooed again. “That’s not worth all that fuss is it?”

Scar tissue. That’s all it was. Pink parallel lines. Some fresher than others. 

Distraction’s eye twitched, and he pulled his lips into a tight line. Disagreement.

Jimin ran his thumb over the raised skin, tracing at first, before drawing circles making a strange pattern of touch. Smooth rough. Flat raised. Honey crystals. Silk burlap.

The marker made a distinct pop when he freed it of its plastic cap. “You remind me of a mourning dove.” He needed a cover up. Doves would do it. Doves and flowers. Jimin concentrated on the black lines. The closeness of skin. The heat of art and breath.

Toy was silent for a long time, dark eyes following the lines forming over his self hatred. Jimin sensed it would take a long time to mold this toy into the distraction he needed. He wondered if it would be worth it, or if he should try for another boy. It’s not like there was a shortage of them here.

“I could make a gun,” Jimin said softly. “I could make this forever.”

“And mutilate the body God gave me?” The rosary was tightly clutched in his left hand. Gold satin staining white at his grip.

Jimin stifled a laugh. “More than you already have?” The scars were obvious.

Toy turned his head away, some distance spot on the concrete floor suddenly more interesting than the artwork blooming on his wrist. “Self flagellation,” he mumbled.

“Should I cover you in crosses, oh pious one?”

The head snapped back towards Jimin. Fire in the eyes of Lucifer. Jimin can’t help but smirk. He always enjoyed being annoying. Getting under the skin, but only a little. Not far enough to hurt, just enough for those dramatic head turns.

Distraction’s eyes traveled around Jimin’s face for awhile. Responses were weighed. The one that came was not as confrontational as Jimin expected. 

“Why are you here?”

Jimin quirked an eyebrow, marker still poised above his skin. “For fun.”

Silence, and Jimin focused on his feathers again. They were furling. He would do an entire sleeve. Stay here with this man’s skin forever. He smelled like the same prison issued soap they all smell like. Jimin wondered what he would smell like naturally. In his environment, in his prime. A thick cologne? Incense and pews? A light floral scent?

“You have such nice skin…” Jimin mumbled.

“And I suppose you’ve seen a lot of skin, Michelangelo?”

Plush lips turned up in the corners. “I’ve always considered myself more of a Rembrandt. And yeah, I’ve seen a lot of skin. I could stand… to see more of yours?” He raised it as a question, eyes flicking upwards to read distraction’s face. The expression was the same one as before. Pained. Bored. Hateful. Jimin wondered if his face ever changed.

Toy’s tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth. A clear tsk. “And you haven’t even taken me out to dinner.”

Jimin feigned a gasp. “My dearest apologies, would the gentleman prefer the undercooked grits or the burnt tater tots tonight?”

Toy’s nose crinkled. Jimin reveled in the expression change. “Fair point.” He turned a little pensive, then, meeting Jimin’s eyes with more curiosity than animosity. Jimin let go of his hand. A drowsy mourning dove cradled in a wreath of roses and thorns. Distraction studied it for a minute, pursing his lips. He took a breath. “You can call me Donghyun.” He stood, and Jimin was pleased to note his height. “The extra skin can come later.”

He left Jimin with that invitation like a puff of fading incense, walking away studying his inked wrist. Jimin smirked to himself. Oh, he would be coming later all right. How could he deny such a golden invitation. 

#kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop imagines #ab6ix #bts #bts jimin #ab6ix donghyun #jimin #donghyun #park jimin #kim donghyun #jimin x donhyun #jimin x namjoon #bts namjoon #namjoon #minimoni #yoonmin #yoongi #bts yoongi #ab6ix woong #woong #jeon woong #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts au #ab6ix fanfic #ab6ix fanfiction #ab6ix au #prison au #character exploration

[evildadstims]

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Hi, I’m Shadow! I identify as transmasculine, and I use he/they pronouns. I am 21. I am neurodivergent and have both ADHD and autism.

I post stimboards (gifs), moodboards, and other content that I feel like making.

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[lavoiedeleau]

Une double vie

Après cet été chaotique, un nouveau souffle arrive en septembre 2022, un homme merveilleux.

Une rencontre qui n'aurait pas du se faire aussi vite, je me suis souvent dit. Je n'étais pas encore "libéré" et pourtant il me fessait un bien fou (dans tous les sens du terme ;)). Un vent de légèreté soufflait et une double vie amener.

Mes premiers ressenti commence à une conférence à Lyon avec ma soeur, lors d'une connexion mutuelle et forte, j'ai bien vu qu'elle me cachait un truc, une porte fermé en elle. J'ai su la raison bien après. Ainsi que les premières "visions" et libération corporelle avec une danse extatique.

En octobre, je vais voir une médium qui lie dans les cartes. Bon c'était vraiment comme dans les films, drôle de sensation. Elle m'a donné les premiers conseils et mis les premières étiquettes ( tu es une veille ame, guérir le transgénérationel, starseed : que j'ai mis très longtemps à comprendre d'ailleurs, tu dois écrire : don, 2 enfants, une maladie en automne... ) Au final ca m'a mis plus de truc dans la tête que soulagé. Mais surtout que j'étais guidés et protégés, ce qui n'avait aucun sens à ce moment.

Fallait-il que j'entende cela pour éveiller ma curiosité et creuser dans cette aspect de ma vie inconnu ?

After this chaotic summer, a new breath arrived in September 2022, a wonderful man.

A meeting that shouldn't have happened so quickly, I often said to myself. I wasn't 'liberated' yet and yet he did me a world of good (in every sense of the word ;)). A wind of lightness blew and a double life brought.

My first feelings began at a conference in Lyon with my sister, during a mutual and strong connection, I clearly saw that she was hiding something from me, a closed door within her. I knew the reason much later. As well as the first 'visions' and bodily liberation with an ecstatic dance.

In October, I went to see a medium who read cards. Well, it was just like in the films, a strange sensation. She gave me the first advice and put the first labels on (you are an old soul, heal the transgenerational, starseed: which took me a very long time to understand by the way, you have to write: gift, 2 children, an illness in autumn…). ) In the end it put more stuff in my head than relieved me. But above all I was guided and protected, which made no sense at the time.

Did I need to hear this to arouse my curiosity and delve into this unknown aspect of my life?

#sprituality #developpementpersonnel #libertad #confession #médiumnité #voyant médium #don #starseed #spiritualism #alchemy

[epitome-the-burnkid-viii]

#alternative #media #broadcasting #lightworker #starseed #currentaffairs #youtube #esoteric #knowledge #space #cosmos #ascension #enlightenment #5dearth #crystalline #energy #spirituality #humanity #solarflare #solarflash #solarstorm #Rapture #lightwarrior #lightguardian #music #arts #philosophy #history #anthropology #Apocalypse #endtimes #NewAge #ageofaquarius #youtuberecommendedchronicles 🔮

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Starseed

read on AO3

1.1k, Dean Winchester/Castiel, T-rating, S4 Canon AU

Summary: Dean sees an angel while torturing others in Hell.

#supernatural #destiel #castiel #dean winchester #spn fandom #spn fanfic #dean x castiel #castiel x dean #spn fic #spn #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fic #castiel supernatural #castiel spn #dean supernatural #dean spn #destiel fanfic

[jakez19]

[thelargefrye]

hello, and welcome to STARSEED JAM, the recent game jam celebrating our company's 2.6k milestone!

in order to celebrate this milestone, i actually want to challenge my moots and followers to write a drabble / imagine / headcanon / anything they want featuring any of my aus.

i feel like this would be a good way to see how other people interpret my characters and do their own spin on things! below is a list of my aus:

exile her [ idol!ateez × idol!f!reader ]

loserline [ rocker!ateez × rocker!f!reader ]

dragon from the window [ dragon!ateez x witch!f!reader ]

come back home [ ateez lore au ]

song of fourteen years [ atla au ]

husband montage [ dad!ateez ]

rules for this writing challenge

must tag me! i want to be able to read what you wrote and this also helps give credit

you are allowed to write for more than one au

can be any genre but try to stay away from anything like y4ndare / dark fic stuff

no word count! but anything over 1k words needs a read more cut

have fun and be creative!

deadline : may 31, 2023

below the cut is a list of moots, but you guys don’t have to do this or feel pressured if you don’t want to!

@songmingisthighs @invuwrld @sanjoongie @atiny-piratequeen @flowerboykun @toxicccred @teeztheflag @a1sh1teruu @hoonieversed @hwaightme @berryunho @honeyhotteoks @hwa-berry @hwasrie @anyamaris

sorry for tagging you if you didn’t want to! you are more than welcome to ignore this if you want! also i know i don’t interact with some of you but i’m just shy and think all of you are really great writers

#starseed jam. #ateez x reader #poly ateez x reader #ateez blurbs #writing challenge #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #ateez angst

[sanjoongie]

I wish it was me

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🐋Submission for @thelargefrye Starseed Jam event! 🐋Pairing: Water Bender! Choi San x The Avatar! Kim Hongjoong x Water Bender! Reader (f) x Water Tribe Warrior! Jeong Yunho x ot8 poly 🐋Genre: established relationship, s2l, poly, fantasy au, avatar: the last air bender au 🐋Word Count: 8,674 🐋Warnings: mentions of sex, Yunho's cock, potential poly moments but no actual descriptions of sex, fighting, blood, death 🐋Rated: 18+ MDNI, this is simply romantic angst with world building and character development I cut the smut 😬 rip yunsanjoong foursome with dream

🐋Summary: Song of Fourteen Years au~ What if y/n was born in the water kingdom instead~

🐋Dedication: @downtoamagicalland, my lovely beta and for Smalls also, for helping me bounce off my out-of-the-box ideas on her. It was lovely exploring your universe <3

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"You two shouldn't be doing this," Yunho said, his tone very disapproving.

"Shut it, Yunho," San said through gritted teeth, "I need to concentrate."

"More smoother, San," You encouraged him, "look how my hands are moving. The curves need to be like the flow of water."

San's eyes narrowed, studying your fingers and the way they seemed to be both strong and delicate at the same time. His fingers were not built like that. No wonder you had it so easy as a Water Bender.

Yunho checked his fishing line and then went back to sharpening his spear. "I'm serious! If the elders catch you playing with water…"

You moved a water bubble stealthily over Yunho's head. You were just about ready to release it over the water tribe warrior’s head when San shouted in victory. "I did it!"

Your head whipped back to San to catch his victorious smile before your water bubble dropped on San’s poor head. "Hey!" He shouted at you, a pout pulling his lips downwards. Without another word, he launched himself at you, tackling you to the ground.

"San!" You laughed as he play-wrestled with you, "Stop!"

San giggled as he managed to pin you to the ice. "You may be better than me at water bending but I can still beat you at an old fashioned fight."

The air moved over your head and Yunho's spear tapped San's chin. "Forget about someone?" 

San raised his hands off of you, as Yunho's spear followed the movement of San's head as he straddled your body. "Of course I didn't forget about you, Yuyu."

"Was that water meant for me?" Yunho muttered to you instead.

You laughed nervously. "What are you talking about, Yuyu?"

Yunho sighed. "I really can't win with the two of you, can I? You'll always outvote me."

San stood up and offered you help up with a hand. When you took it, San yanked you tight to his body. You yelped and the heat only barely simmered beneath San's gaze. "Yunho's tent will be empty with the others out on the boats for fishing."

"San!" You scolded him, "if we get caught in Yunho's tents again, they're going to scold us! Besides, you know they don’t approve of--"

Yunho covered your mouth with his large hand and plopped his chin on your shoulder. "She never knows when to shut up, does she?"

San cocked his head flirtatiously. "See Yuyu, you're not outvoted. Sometimes we can be on the same side."

Your protests remained muffled as your eyebrows furrowed. There was still more training to do! You only had time when most of the village was out gathering! You--

A large shadow flew over the three of you quickly. Yunho held you even tighter to his chest in worry and San’s head followed the large entity that was creating the shadow. “Was that a gliding buffalo?”

“The fire nation!” Yunho announced.

There were several sharped-bowed ships chugging towards the shore. Yunho let you go so that he could brandish his spear properly. “You two go back to the village and protect the young. I’ll--”

“Yunho!” San protested, “You can’t protect the entire village on your own. That’s a ship probably full of fire nation soldiers. We need to go!”

A rather large boom interrupted your own train of thought. Whatever had been flying through the air had landed on the ice. It was too close to the ocean opening…the scariest noise you could ever hear on the ice--cracking--began to echo. 

“We gotta go save them! The ocean will take them!” You shouted and immediately began to run towards the crash.

“Wait!” Yunho attempted to halt you but you could not be deterred. You had lost a brother to the ice once. You weren’t going to let anyone else finish their lives with the same kind of fate.

You skidded to a halt when the ‘flying buffalo’ growled at you, as if it was protecting something. You began to coo at it, like it was an injured otter penguin. “It’s okay big fella, I'm not here to hurt you or your friend. The ice is cracking and we have to get out of here before--”

The last thing you heard was a resounding crack that pierced your hearing before you fell into the cold dark depths of the ocean. You panicked as you fell quickly through the ice but you knew you had to keep the air in your lungs. It felt silly, being a water bender, that you didn’t know anything to truly save yourself. All you had ever done was move tiny amounts of water.

As you descended, you felt the pressure of the depths push on your body and the light above slowly faded. You wondered if perhaps this was what your brother had felt as he had perished when he had fallen through the ice. Perhaps you would meet him in the spirit realm once again. 

Just as you could feel black shadows eating at the corners of your vision and your air finally released from your lungs, filling with water, there was a light that seemed to pull you. Was this what it felt like to transition to the spirit world? 

You felt gentle hands under your back and legs and you felt like you were being carried. Perhaps it was your brother ushering you into the spirit realm. You smiled, happy to greet your brother once again. 

When you were slapped with stinging cold, you quickly realized that you weren’t going to the spirit realm--not yet anyways. Your teeth chattered and you clung harder to the body that held you.

The man glowed with inner power that you had never beheld in your entire life. He seemed ethereal and unreal and you felt yourself falling love at first sight immediately. 

Then, like the light failed them, the glow was gone and they collapsed, with you still in their arms. The flying buffalo growled and landed close to where you two had collapsed. Its large tongue came out and wetted you and the man who had saved your life.

"Tiny," the man groaned, "what happened?"

The Buffalo grunted, nudging the man over with his nose. The man opened his eyes and cocked his head curiously. "Uh, hello," he smiled charmingly, "How'd you get there?"

"You--saved--me!" You managed to say between chattering teeth.

"You're the girl who fell through the ice!" The stranger gasped, "I saved you?"

Tiny licked the stranger again and made urgent noises. "Tiny, you're hurt, you can't take us anywhere!"

"M-m-my v-villag-ge," You stuttered.

"Hey! Quickly! This way!" You heard San shout.

"We can't harbor someone who the fire nation is after, San!" Yunho hissed.

The stranger ran toward San and all three men shot straight towards the tented village. As soon as everyone was inside, you whimpered at how you hurt. 

"We gotta get her out of her clothes, quickly!" Yunho instructed.

San scooped you from the strangers arms and started removing your wet outer clothes. Yunho discarded his clothes as well. He sent a glare to the stranger. "I'd turn to the wall if I were you."

"Sorry!" The stranger spun on his heel and all that could be seen was his back and the swinging of his hair against his neck. "Hongjoong, by the way. In case you were wondering."

"I wasn't," Yunho deadpanned.

"Yunho!" San scolded his elder, "He saved her. You could be a little bit more respectful?"

Yunho was out of his outer layers quicker than San could undress you. Your fingers were useless against the ties and stays that held all your many layers together so that the cold didn't harm you. Yunho took over to help you undress, fingers gentle and careful. San began to remove his clothing instead.

"How are you completely dry, by the way?" San wondered out loud.

Hongjoong stared at how his skin and clothing were dry. He wasn't at risk like you were but clearly he had dove in after you and saved you. He still didn't have any recollection of that but he had to conclude that's what his body had done at least. "Well," Hongjoong grinned to himself, "I am the Avatar after all."

"Yeah and I'm the princess of the northern tribe," Yunho scoffed.

San pulled off his final inner layer, broad shoulders now completely revealed to the world. "It would explain why he isn't disrobing with us right now, Yunho."

Yunho was momentarily distracted by San's body. His dark eyes went over the lines of San's muscles and collarbones. San smirked. "My eyes are up here, big boy."

Yunho shook his head and didn't even apologize for his empty-headedness right now. "Under the blankets! Don't waste your body heat!"

"You know, I can't prove to you right now, but I saved your friend--"

"--She's not just our friend," Yunho muttered under his breath.

"Not just your--!" Hongjoong whipped around, forgetting his promise to not watch them disrobe. San's back muscles rippled as he scooped you up. You were in a simple slip now, much of your skin revealed as well. Hongjoong’s cheeks heated up but his eyes greedily ate both your body's up.

"That's not yours to gaze upon," Yunho said with a bite to his words.

Hongjoong met Yunho's eyes, and for a moment, they seemed to glow before Hongjoong smiled charmingly. "That's very greedy of you."

San giggled, high pitch and happy. "Don't mind Yunho, he's protective. Yuyu! Come on, I'm not going to be enough!"

The two of them busied themselves with removing all of their clothes and yours, and were firmly under the warm furs of Yunho's tent. Their limbs encircled your waist and shoulders, pressing their hot bodies against yours. Your shivers tore their hearts to shreds but more importantly, you were alive and here.

"This wasn't exactly what I was thinking when I mentioned going to Yunho's tents earlier," San couldn't help but joke.

"San, we have a guest!" Yunho protested. Now that they were in a vulnerable position, he was feeling less angry-heat and more embarrassed-warm.

"Oh please, don't mind me! I'll be like a fly on the wall!" Hongjoong insisted.

"I'm going to throw my spear through him when we finish this," Yunho promised.

You could finally bend your fingers and attempted to scratch at Yunho's chest. "Don't…fight…" You said with a throat raw from vomiting sea water.

Yunho tucked your head under his chin. "Shhh don't speak, dream," He hummed to you, "Just focus on moving your toes as you start to feel them."

"Can't believe you scared me like that," San scolded you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. "Next time you try to save someone, maybe try not to become the one needing rescuing?"

"San," You whispered.

"Yes, snowflake of my eye?" San responded in the flowery way he knew you particularly didn't enjoy.

"Shut it."

San laughed and slowly everything started to get better. It got to the point where you could move your toes and fingers. San sat up, wrapping some fur around his shoulders. "Take her against your body and sit up, Yunho. We need to talk to the avatar. If I recall, the fire nation was on his tail."

Hongjoong laughed dryly. "Ah yes about that… sorry to drag you into all of that. But I kinda need some help."

You fit perfectly in Yunho's lap, his legs crossed under your, resting his arms around your body. The blankets covered him from over his head to under your chin, his chin tucked to the crown of your head once again. "What kind of help?" Yunho intoned.

"The fire nation attacked our home. I lost one of my friends while we were fleeing. I'll need help finding him. Yeosang fled as a distraction to the earth kingdom to make sure I had a decent head start while I flew to the water tribes. I have to make sure he's okay!" Hongjoong pleaded.

"Why would you need our help? You're the avatar!" San wondered.

Hongjoong scratched the back of his head bashfully. "I'm not the Avatar yet. I only know how to air bend. I still need to learn how to bend the rest of the elements."

"You want to use them to learn water bending and me to help you rescue your friend then?" Yunho guessed.

Hongjoong made eye contact with you. "I saw you water bending while I was fleeing the fire nation. I know you risked your life for me once but do you think you could help me again?"

"I can help!" San chirped, smiling helpfully at Hongjoong.

"You can't even make water move yet," Yunho's truth rumbled through his chest against your back.

San sent a glare over his shoulder. "It helps when learning with another!"

Hongjoong cocked his head curiously. "You're learning from your…?"

"She's our woman," San announced proudly, "We made her necklace ourselves."

Your hand went to your neck, fingering your tugtupite sky and ocean pendant. San had done the dangerous exploring to find the red mineral while Yunho had done the tedious work of carving a whale in it. "The elders frown upon our union but the necklace shows others that I belong to Yunho and San."

"That's lovely…" Hongjoong said with a sad smile. "Will you help me find Yeosang and complete my training?"

"Yes," You agreed immediately.

"But Dream!" Yunho protested, "You already risked your life for him once! Isn't that enough?"

"Yunho," You said his name with authority and his body wilted against you in submission, "We have to help the Avatar! What are you even saying? Besides, my heart tells me he's a part of our story too."

San grinned impishly, moving his eyebrows knowingly. "Your heart, huh?"

You made a face that told San he should stop while he was ahead. Yunho wouldn't take well to hearing that you and San were interested in Hongjoong. He needed to be dipped into the idea rather than dumped.

"I guess if you and San want to help, I'll have to go with you, to make sure you two don't get in trouble." You could hear the pout in his tone. Yunho knew when he had lost.

 "Good, the avatar will stay in Yunho's tents tonight then," San announced with a clap.

Yunho and Hongjoong protested immediately. San grinned wider. He stood up, wrapping the furs around his slim waist. "Guess that settles it then. I'll take you to my tents then."

Somehow, you figured that was San's intentions all along. "Will Tiny be okay by herself out there?" You wondered.

"If you have anything she could drink, I would be grateful," Hongjoong begged.

San quickly began to dress as Hongjoong turned around for courtesy sake. Your eyes took in San's lean thighs and bulging biceps greedily. Your eyes were always greedy for his body. Yunho, almost reading your thoughts because they were similar to his own, tightened his hold on you, making your squeak by vacating your lungs of any air.

San's eyes swung to you, suddenly dressing slower. "Just remember who let you be the warming furs for her next time, Yunho," San said, his voice gravelly and rough with unbridled lust.

"Next time what?" Yunho prompted San.

"Next time we decide who gets to be where," San said, his eyes shaped like a crescent moon in amusement.

You giggled in Yunho's arms. "San! Just help Hongjoong. We'll see you two in the morning."

San finished dressing. "Oh, I'll be back. Just gotta make sure the gliding buffalo is tucked in tightly."

"Flying bison," Hongjoong corrected San as he followed him out the tent flaps.

"Don't flirt with me, Mister avatar, I have two loves of my life," San gasped as if insulted. He sent a wink and then he was gone.

"Dream," Yunho allowed himself to finally be vulnerable, "You could have gotten killed."

"Yunho, we can't be small minded and only think about ourselves!" You protested. You tried to turn around in Yunho's arms but he wouldn't let you.

"I don't care about anyone else. I love you and San. I can't lose you. We fought too hard to be with each other," Yunho insisted.

"Yuyu." This time Yunho did allow you to turn around and pin him against the bed. His brown eyes shiny from unshed tears wouldn't look at you, however. "I'm sorry. Truly. But we're going to help the Avatar. This is important! The fire nation can't win in this regard!"

"I know!" Yunho whined, "I know. I just don't want anyone I love to get hurt in the process."

"How am I supposed to get hurt when I have you protecting me, Yuyu?" You cooed, bopping him on the nose with your fingertip.

"Let me make love to you?" Yunho begged, "Let me make sure every inch of you is warm and safe and mine."

You pecked Yunho's lips sweetly. "San is going to be sulky we started without him."

"San is going to be glowing when he gets back," Yunho grumbled, "He likes him just because I hate him."

"Jeong Yunho!" You gasped, "You did not just say you hate the Avatar!"

Yunho's ears became red and hot. "I'm just saying! He liked that Hongjoong was checking him out earlier!"

"He also liked when you were admiring him too, Yunho. He loves that. But he likes it even better when you do it because he loves you. You're such a jealous boy," You teased.

Yunho locked his arms at the small of your back. "Please, at least ride me. If you move it'll be better for your body. We'll share food with San and Hongjoong and then sleep soundly."

You raised your arms so they rested on his chest. “You want me to take care of you now, my big strong boy?” You teased again.

“Don’t tease me anymore, please,” Yunho pouted, whining but you could feel his cock twitching against you. He liked when you demeaned him, for whatever reason.

You canted your hips against his and he almost moaned, quickly biting down on his lip. “Dream, please, I need you.”

"Okay, okay, don't abuse your poor lips." You pressed yours to his softly, sensually, and he moaned burying his hands into your hair. His fingernails dug into your scalp, looking to hold you in place.

You rode Yunho to completion and took a nap until San announced it was dinner time and that the two of you better get decent or Hongjoong was going to get another free show. That evening the three of you slept in the same tent, because none of you knew when you would again, partaking in the epic tale that was helping the avatar.

The following morning was interesting, to say the least. Yunho did not want to get on Tiny to fly and locate Hongjoong’s friend Yeosang. With a bit of conjuling on San’s end, and a promise that you would not sleep in his tent tonight if you had to make him get on the flying bison, Yunho was convinced to get on and then it was flying time. 

You adored the rush of being so high, and San hooted that it was the best time of his life. A week passed, and yet there was no sign of Yeosang. Hongjoong continued to have a hopeful attitude and a bright smile but you could tell that it was starting to wear on him. 

One night in particular, when San was snoring after eating and Yunho shared his tent with him, it left you and Hongjoong at the fire. Hongjoong poked at the embers with a stick and you could tell that not being able to find Yeosang was weighing him down mentally.

“We’ll find him, Hongjoong,” You reassured him.

You lifted a hand to put on his leg but wasn’t sure if he would accept the physical comfort or not. Hongjoong smiled but it was stretched and thin. “I know, but I’m worried that it won’t be in time. What if he--”

You decided to put your hand on his knee to cut him off. “My grandfather always had a saying for what if’s. He said they were like tiny fish hooks and if you said too many they’d pull your sanity in too many directions.”

“Your grandfather sounds wise. Sounds like my mentor actually. He used to say to me “Hongjoong, you need to throw those worries in the wind and let them carry it away.”

“I think my grandfather and your mentor would get along very well,” You laughed. 

Except the air of nostalgia clung and you worried even more for Hongjoong. Your eyes shot towards Yunho and San’s tent, San’s whimpering escaping the small opening of the tent. Then you focused back on Hongjoong with his shoulders bent inwards. He looked so vulnerable and…alone. 

“Hongjoong?”

“Hmm?” He answered you back absentmindedly. 

“Do you need someone in your tents tonight?”

Hongjoong’s eyebrows shot upwards in surprise. “What?”

You felt your skin heat up at the implications of your words when you hadn't meant them that way. “I’m sorry--I didn’t mean that--I just--you seem so lonely--and I--”

Hongjoong’s nose scrunched up and he began to laugh. He toppled off the rock that San had lugged over, clenching his stomach and cackling until he was wiping tears from his eyes. 

“It wasn’t that funny,” You mumbled under your breath.

Eventually Hongjoong righted himself. “I’m sorry, but I needed that laugh.”

“I’m just going to go to bed,” You grumbled.

“Wait!” Hongjoong used a brush of air to push you towards him rather than let you walk away. “Don’t go.”

You crossed your arms under your breasts. “Why?”

“Won’t your…” Hongjoong struggled with finding a label that applied to San and Yunho and gave up. “...won’t they get upset?” He motioned with his chin towards their tent.

“San and Yunho trust me. If I tell them that I slept in your tents because you needed a friend, then they’ll believe me,” You replied honestly.

“And if I need more than a friend?” Hongjoong wondered, glancing at you through his eyelashes.

You cleared your throat. “Hongjoong--”

“Didn’t you say the day I saved you that you felt like your heart is telling you I’m a part of your story?” Hongjoong took a bold step forward.

You couldn't deny that. Your heart still told you that Hongjoong was going to be connected to your life, in a big way, perhaps even bigger than the fact that he was the avatar and he had saved your life. 

“Would their trust extend to sharing your body with me?” Hongjoong tilted his head and chucked your chin upwards. 

“Wellllllll, this is awkward.”

Four men entered your camp. Hongjoong shouted and then ran for one of the men. He embraced him heartily, a very happy smile on his face. "Yeosang, at last!"

Your stomach sank but your heart soared. You had yet to see Hongjoong so happy as he was finding his lost friend. Hongjoong held Yeosang's face with both hands as Yeosang struggled to keep his face void of a smile. "Avatar!"

"Yeosang," Hongjoong pouted, "Please. I haven't seen you in weeks and you speak to me formally?"

"Whoa there." The man that had interrupted you and Hongjoong, with an odd mixture of blonde and brown hair, held his hands up in defense. "I come bearing no ill will." Yunho had his spear just under his chin.

Yeosang began to air bend to stop Yunho but you summoned your water from your flask and used it as a whip to stop Yeosang.

"Tell your girlfriend to back off of Wooyoung," Yeosang demanded, his face taking on a cold countenance.

"Yeosang, she's not my girlfriend," Hongjoong protested.

"The avatar!" A man with silver hair said, eye round with stars in his eyes towards the avatar. You understood exactly what he was going through, you had felt the same upon laying eyes on Hongjoong.

"Maybe, seeing as how we didn't kill you while you slept, perhaps you'd consider sparing us, oh great warrior," The brunet of the party said with a dry tone. 

"What's going o--oh," San looked around at the scene outside the tent. 

Stories and names were eventually traded even though Yunho never put down his spear. His eyes wouldn't leave Jongho, the bounty hunter. Wooyoung was a bandit and Mingi an earth bender.

"You'll teach me everything I need to know, right?" Hongjoong grasped Mingi’s hands together within his own.

Mingi couldn't look directly in Hongjoong’s eyes, his cheeks getting rosy. "I-I'll d-do m-my b-best," He stuttered.

"Well, this is cute," Jongho said, sharpening his blades, "But what do we do now that the avatar is found?"

"Yeosang, the fire nation is still pursuing us," Hongjoong told his air bending friend.

Yeosang rubbed his shoulder, badly burned by an errant fire bending flame. "I don't look forward to meeting them again."

"Is there anywhere we can go to get away from them?" Wooyoung petulantly threw a piece of fish to the fire.

You and San looked to Yunho who sighed heavily. "No."

"No, what?" Hongjoong questioned, eyes flickering between you and Yunho.

"Hongjoong, we must flee to the northern water tribe," You said.

Hongjoong cocked his head. "What?"

"The gate to the spirit world is there. The northern tribe has a fortress. It would be able to hold back the might of the fire nation!" San said excitedly.

"Why do you say no to this, warrior?" Jongho asked with one eyebrow raised.

Yunho drew inconsequential shapes into the ground with his spear. "My aunt was chosen to marry a northerner. I know the way."

"That doesn't answer the question though," Mingi brought up.

The earth bender stomped his foot and stones moved into the cloth he held out. He wrapped it up and offered it to you, who was shivering in the cool night air. He had a gentle smile. 

"Snowflake of my eye, are you adding another?" San teased you as you took the offered warmth.

Yunho stood up abruptly. "We're not going to the northern tribe!" 

You winced. "Yunho--"

Yunho rushed over to you and jerked you into a hug, arms wrapping around your head. "Don't make me do it. I don't want to lose you."

"Wait, what--what's wrong?" San suddenly realized Yunho was being more than just stubborn with his mistrust of the avatar.

You squeezed Yunho's ribs and then gently unwound his arms from you. "It'll be okay, Yuyu."

You turned toward the rest of the men and Yunho put both of his hands on your shoulders in support. "The reason our elders didn't approve of our union wasn't because of its taboo nature; they didn't want us to join because I was to marry the prince of the Northern Tribe."

"What? How come you never told me!" San protested.

Yeosang's eyes moved at a pace that indicated he was putting all the pieces of the puzzle together. "You're our in. The Northern Tribe is notoriously self-sufficient and protective. They'll let in the promised of their prince without another question. We can explain once we are inside that Hongjoong is looking for a master for waterbending after."

"But…what does that mean for Dream?" San's large eyes swung back towards you. "Dream?"

"We'll get proper training from the Northern Water Benders, San," You smiled through tears.

San's face dropped and Yunho's hands dug into your shoulders. "Why does that sound like goodbye?"

"I'm promised to the prince, San. I'll have to marry Prince Seonghwa. You know how important it is to keep our ties strong with the Northern tribe. And besides, I already promised the avatar that we would do whatever we could to aid his quest. I can't teach him to water bend, I barely have a few tricks I figured out myself and from my memories of my older brother."

San wordlessly hugged you and Yunho. He kissed the top of your head loudly and Yunho's cheek next. "Hongjoong didn't ask you to give up your life though."

"That's true," Hongjoong spoke up, his voice tight with emotion. 

You shook your head. "You don't understand. They'll wed us immediately. The wedding was already pushed off because our elders didn't want to send word to the Northern tribe that their chosen bride was in a poly with two others and didn't want to marry a prince."

Hongjoong's held his hand out and Yeosang begrudgingly held it, pinkies linking cautiously. "I could never ask you to give up your loves when I cannot do it myself."

"You're fucking too?" Wooyoung shouted and then clamped his hand over his mouth belatedly. 

Jongho rolled his eyes. "Are you really figuring that out now?"

Mingi looked awfully sad at the announcement and you couldn't figure out if it was because he found out that Hongjoong was taken or that you were going to lose the loves of your life. "What do we do then?"

Hongjoong stood up resolutely. "We go to the Northern Tribe. We learn from their benders and when we have enough training we leave. If I can't help us escape from the Northern Tribe's fortress-city, fight for the right to love who you want, then I'm not the avatar."

Yeosang finally allowed himself to smile, his eyes shining in happiness, nodding resolutely. San squealed and wrapped his arms around your thighs lifting you up in the air in happiness. "See! I knew we could trust in the avatar. That ass is too fine to be bad."

Jongho choked on his own saliva at what San said. Yeosang frowned heavily, whether disappointed in San's choice of words or the fact that San was flirting with Hongjoong. Yunho's body slumped against you, clearly relieved at hearing the words he needed to hear. 

Wooyoung opened his big mouth too. "I mean, he might be a badass though. He is the avatar." Jongho smacked him behind the head. "What? It's true!"

"Actually, he is pretty badass," You couldn't help but agree with Wooyoung.

Wooyoung glared at the bounty hunter. "I told you so," He grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. 

You entertained the men of your recollection of Hongjoong saving you, Hongjoong smiling shyly as you crowed of his otherworldliness. Mingi hung onto every one of your words, caught up in the majesty of both you and the story you told. Eventually you snuggled into San and Yunho's tent, Jongho promising he would actually watch over the camp and take the first shift.

The days leading up to arriving at the Northern Tribe were filled with happiness, oddly enough. Mingi only fell more in love with the avatar, each moment practicing earth bending cherished as Hongjoong caught on quickly. You and San spent time with Yunho, torturing him with water fights and sexual innuendos enough that Yunho's ears were perma-red. Jongho would send longing glances to Yeosang's statue-esque features, in which Wooyoung would react by acting even more uncouth and drawing Jongho's disappointment but his attention nonetheless.

But before long, Tiny and Yeosang's flying bison Moni, crossed over into Northern Tribe territory. The amazing ice fortress gleamed in the morning light, taking the breath from all of you. No one could deny that the city was beautiful, in both its icy angles and the powerfulness it exuded. That didn't ease the tension in your limbs, the grip Yunho had on his spear, the weight on Hongjoong's shoulder or the sadness in San's smile. 

As per your guess, you and Hongjoong, along with the others, were expedited to the throne room, where you were both introduced to the Northern Tribe's chief and Prince Seonghwa. The Northern tribe were more than happy to teach the avatar all they knew, as soon as Hongjoong proved he was indeed the avatar. 

As Hongjoong was introduced to Seonghwa, who happened to be the Northern Tribe's link to the spirit world, you studied the man you were promised to. His side profile threatened even Yeosang's. Seonghwa was pretty in the way the Aurora Borealis was: unattainable but breathtaking. His long hair only accentuated his pink lips and perfect nose. He truly was a prince in appearance but also in personality. He laughed softly, smile proper and kind, and even offered his hand to you like he was a dainty being who should be handled carefully. 

You were about to lower your head to his hand, as was customary to greet the prince, when Seonghwa brought your hand to his lips instead. He kissed the back of your hand and you had to look at the floor. Because you knew if you met his eyes, you might get lost in them forever. They seemed to sparkle with the essence of the moon and you had known a few other water tribesmen who became moon-sick; you weren't looking to acquire the same fate. 

"Where did you run off to?" Seonghwa inquired, "We have been waiting for your response eagerly."

You giggled nervously and Yunho scoffed quietly behind you. "Your Highness--"

"Seonghwa," The prince corrected you gently. 

"Seonghwa," You adjusted, "Our delay was the avatar."

Seonghwa's eyes swung back towards Hongjoong. "I could see why you might delay."

Hongjoong coughed, masking shy laughter. "I didn't exactly plan to delay your nuptials, Your Highness."

"Please, Seonghwa, I insist," The Prince declined his title a second time.

"If it's not too much to ask," Jongho brought up, looking bored. "It's been a long journey. Perhaps you could bestow us with rooms so that we could refresh ourselves."

"Of course," Seonghwa clapped his hands together and servants appeared. "Show everyone to their rooms."

San had a furrow between his eyebrows, looking like an angry snow leopard-bear cub. Yunho, surprisingly, continued to look over his shoulder to Seonghwa's back. That was certainly not what you expected. 

"I don't like him," San said, exploding into your rooms even after he had been deposited to his own. 

"Hush, San," Yunho put a hand on San's chest, "It doesn't matter. We will be gone from this place as soon as you've learned all you need to know and the avatar finishes his spiritual mission."

San clung to the older man's hips, whining. "But Yunho."

You giggled happily and both turned towards you. "I don't think I've ever seen you jealous, San."

"I'm not jealous," San sulked.

"Our rooms are amazing, how are yours!" Wooyoung burst in without a knock. His jaw dropped at your rooms, fit for…well, a princess. "Wow yours are--" Wooyoung acquired a smug look, "Were you guys going to be naughty in here, because I could round you out--" He barely dodged Yunho's boomerang. "Hey!"

You spent many, many hours with Seonghwa. You were starting to feel bad that this was all a farce because Seonghwa took his nuptials very seriously. During your walks around the city, Seonghwa introduced you to every citizen he knew. He listened attentively as you told him of your childhood growing up in the Southern tribe. Seonghwa was every bit as gracious and respectful as a prince ought to be and you couldn't help but fall for him. Only slightly of course.

But Seonghwa did split his time between you and the avatar. Hongjoong could be seen patiently following the spirit leader's guidance in crossing over into the spirit realm. Hongjoong needed to be in touch with that element as well, as was standard with all avatars. 

There was an evening in which San had fallen asleep, arms wrapped around your waist and head in your lap. You had been combing your hand through his short hair and had lured him into a nap. Seonghwa was the last subject your love would want to overhear. Hongjoong had snuck in to speak to you; you being the only other one of your party that really understood the slow, dangerous lure that was Prince Seonghwa. 

You found yourself confiding in the avatar when you didn't dare say a word to San or Yunho. San had approved of Hongjoong but Yunho was still unsure. And San didn't like Seonghwa but Yunho had started to ask questions tentatively. You didn't know what to do, honestly. 

"Starting to regret our escape plan?" Hongjoong attempted to joke.

"Hongjoong…he's not what I expected," You admitted.

Hongjoong scratched the back of his head. "Not sure what I was supposed to expect, but I know I wasn't sure there was love after Yeosang. But the day I saved you. And met San, Yunho and Mingi. Now Seonghwa? Am I even allowed to love that many people?" Hongjoong chuckled dryly and sighed.

You took your free hand and grabbed Hongjoong's, squeezing it in encouragement. "I think you're the avatar and that you should receive even more love than that."

The night before the wedding soon approached, which coincidentally was also the evening of your planned escape. Seonghwa had asked you to dress in some Northern Water Tribe clothing and meet him for a final dinner before you were to be wed. 

You broke food with Seonghwa and as the evening wound down, Seonghwa took you out to the balcony. The air was cold, nothing you weren't used to, but Seonghwa still used the excuse to tuck you under his arm. 

"You know," Seonghwa smiled serenely up to the moon, "The other nobles pitied me. I was to wed a savage from the Southern Tribe."

You prickled at the mention of the Northern Tribe's pride. You had encountered plenty of that while staying here. They seemed respectful of the earth kingdom guests. Hongjoong was the avatar, so along with the elusive and aloof Yeosang, the air nomads were also gifted with polite kindness. But when it came to the water benders and warriors, the air was tense. The water benders laughed at your attempts with water, which had San in constant glaring mode. And Yunho was put down because of his 'primitive' weapons. 

"I know they were wrong. I know this now," Seonghwa admitted. "Your warrior and your water bender are people who would go to the ends of the earth for you, wouldn't they?"

"They are the two people most precious to me," You agreed.

Seonghwa offered his hands and waited patiently as you let him take yours. "You are most precious to me, Promise."

Guilt pressed down on you heavily. "Seonghwa--"

"I know you love them. You don't have to tell me. I am sorry for that, I truly am." Seonghwa bit down on his lower lip. "If I'm being honest, I believe I've fallen for the avatar, if that's any consolation."

You knew the prince was, and you knew Hongjoong felt the same, but it was different when actually hearing the words coming from Seonghwa's mouth. You should have known Seonghwa would have picked up on you and San and Yunho; Seonghwa was extremely intuned with the spirits and was emotionally sensitive as well. 

"But, we are to wed. You will become a princess and we'll spend the rest of our lives together. I know I'm not your first nor your second, or even your third choice. But I can promise you, I will dedicate my whole world to making sure that you never regret following your duty with me." He smiled hopefully. 

You swallowed down your guilt and tried to let shine your developing feelings for Seonghwa. "I couldn't ask for a better prince," You joked.

Seonghwa laughed under his breath, his smile breaking your heart even more. "Promise, I know it's the night before our wedding, but can I ask for one favor?"

"What is it?" You asked curiously.

HIs eyes shook a little in nervousness. "Could I beg for a kiss? I don't want our first kiss to be when we wed."

"I don't think…" 

"I know it's forward of me to ask," Seonghwa looked uncertain.

You laughed under your breath. "You're not being too forward."

Seonghwa looked confused. "Then why?"

Your heart felt like it was twisting and turning in many directions. "I love them so much, Seonghwa." You tried to play it off as you didn't want to betray San and Yunho, but at this moment, you knew you were betraying Seonghwa. He didn't deserve to be deceived in this way. 

Seonghwa cupped your face with one hand and you couldn't help but lean into it. His hand was warm but more importantly, you could feel the adoration coming from him as well. Would it really be so bad to exchange one kiss before you left forever? At least Seonghwa could have that. 

"But you also have a deep affection for me too, do you not?" Seonghwa pushed the conversation. 

"What I feel for you, Seonghwa," You let regretful tears fill your eyes, "I don't understand it."

"I know this is an arranged marriage but I'm certain love can come from it." Seonghwa tilted his head and slotted his lips against yours.

The kiss was sweet, tender and kind. Everything that Seonghwa encompassed. You started to cry into the kiss, however. Tears fell down your face. Seonghwa's thumbs moved soothingly along the planes of your cheeks. When he finished the kiss, you could see that Seonghwa too was crying. 

Seonghwa's shoulders moved with his sobs, moved by your emotions. "I know you mourn for them but I believe I love you, Promise. I can't replace them but if you allow your heart to be open to me as well, then I believe you will love me in return."

Once your date with Seonghwa was at an end, you returned to your rooms to help everyone to pack and to leave. You pushed all your emotions aside and did your best. But it was actually Mingi who approached you. 

"Don't push yourself," he put a hand on your hip, his arm pulling you against his body. 

"I'm fine, Mingi," You moved to push him off of you but the earth bender was stronger than that, in both will and body.

"You're not fine," Mingi insisted. "Let the rest of us help."

San was teasing Yunho about how much rope he kept piling into his backpack. Hongjoong and Yeosang were trying to figure out if the rations everyone had squirreled away were enough. But Wooyoung, Jongho and Mingi's eyes were on you. 

"He's right, you know," Jongho mentioned, always sharpening his knife, and preparing for a fight in case the Northern Water Tribe found out of your betrayal.

"We can take some of your burden," Wooyoung said with vulnerable eyes where normally he was always teasing. 

You felt your walls crumbling. "Don't. We need to be strong. We need to leave."

Mingi rubbed his cheek against the crown of your head. "We know we aren't the avatar, or the prince, or even your first loves, but we can help you with this."

You leaned against Mingi and held your hand out to Wooyoung, who took it and squeezed it tightly. But you directed your words to the bounty hunter. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, Diamond," Jongho let a rare smile pull his cheeks up. 

"Okay, I think we're ready," Hongjoong announced with a proud smile. "Let's get out of here and go to the--"

And then the world shook. 

"What the hell was that?" Wooyoung demanded.

Yeosang moved to the window of Hongjoong's room and his eyes tightened in anger. "It's the fire nation."

You all watched in horror as fireballs came flying at the beautiful ice city. 

San's face turned hard. "This is our chance. While the city is under attack, there will be no soldiers to avoid. We can leave in peace."

Hongjoong shook his head. "No, San, I can't. I am the avatar and I am the reason they're attacking. I have to help them."

Yunho's eyes met yours across the room. "Seonghwa," he mouthed to you.

"Hongjoong!" You shouted to get the avatar's attention.

The look in his eyes, big and worried, let you know he was thinking the same as you. "I'll protect the city, you--"

"No!" Mingi cut off Hongjoong immediately. "We shouldn't get separated. We should stay together. We work better as a team."

"He's right," Jongho agreed.

"We stay together, we rescue the prince, and then we mess up the fire kingdom," Wooyoung grinned wickedly.

The eight of you moved quickly through the castle in search of Seonghwa. Hongjoong realized quickly that Seonghwa, as the spiritual connection, was at the north pole, the very place the two of them had been spending most of their time together. 

"Hongjoong!" Seonghwa cried out upon seeing the avatar. He raced up to him and kissed him out of gratitude.

Hongjoong was surprised but didn't break the kiss. Yeosang didn't look very pleased. Neither did Yunho. Nor San. "What do you need from us? From me?"

The benders were the first line of defense. You, Mingi, San and Yeosang stood at the edge of the grass, waiting for the fire nation to come to the spiritual center of the North, the most important place with the most important person, the avatar. Then it was the warriors, Yunho, Jongho and Wooyoung. Finally, Seonghwa was helping Hongjoong oversee his connection to the spirit realm. If Hongjoong could search out for guidance as the avatar, perhaps he could yet save the Northern Tribe. 

The battle was tough. It took all of your bending skills and then digging into your limits to keep the fire nation off of Hongjoong. And when you couldn't bend anymore, the warriors used their skills, protecting the tired benders and their loves. But still Hongjoong was stuck in the spirit world with Seonghwa. Their heads were pressed together, knees touching with their legs crossed, and Hongjoong's arrows illuminating Seonghwa's precious features.

You thought the fire nation might actually be successful in acquiring the avatar and perhaps ending the cycle before Hongjoong could fix the world. The fire nation warriors broke through the warriors and latched onto Seonghwa, pulling him from the spirit realm. 

"No!" Seonghwa shouted, arms outstretched but he was too far from Hongjoong. "I still need to help him! Let go of me!"

"Shut him up, we'll use him against his father later as a hostage!" The leader of the fire nation warriors snapped. 

The soldier who held Seonghwa knocked the prince out cold just as Mingi had summoned enough bending power to shake the ground and knocked Seonghwa into the sacred pond where the ocean and the moon spirit were in. 

"Seonghwa!" You shouted but San kept you from going after him. "San, let go of me!" You clawed at his arms but it was no use. 

"Dream, you can't help them," Yunho rasped, bloody and tired as well from his battle.

"Hongjoong, please wake up," You sobbed, "Save Seonghwa. Save us. Save the world. Please, Avatar!"

All seemed lost in the moment. Seonghwa was floating face down, Hongjoong was not of this world, and the rest of your group were either defeated or out of any energy to aid. You sobbed into San's arms. "Avatar, save us."

Hongjoong's eyes snapped open. He was emotionless as he walked into the pool where Seonghwa was dying. He plunged into the water, which you knew was not deep enough to lose Hongjoong but something else seemed to be going on here. The water seemed to turn a bright white and a dark black at the same time, much like the colors of the fish who had been swirling in the pond. A gentle wave deposited Seonghwa to your arms while a fierce wave took out the fire nation soldiers and swept them to the depths of the water and they never resurfaced.

The water that was a mixture of the deep depths of the ocean and the bright light of the moon moved from the north pole. Hongjoong appeared as a creature towering over the walls of the Northern tribe, a combination of power and greatness, floating in the center of the creation made from water and light. The world went dark and the water of the ocean pulled back. The only thing that anyone could see was the avatar. 

The fire nation's boats collapsed onto the seabed, useless water crafts with no water. With no way to fight a creature made from water and light, there was no fight. Any warriors still in the city were mysteriously swept out with the ocean receding. Once it was clear the city was safe, the mixture of light and water came back to the north pole. The light came back to the moon and the water covered the fire nation's boats that remained at the bottom of the ocean forevermore.

You sobbed over Seonghwa, well aware that you had no energy to save him, nothing left to pull out the water that was clearly in his lungs. Hongjoong had pushed Seonghwa from the water, and saved the city from the fire nation, but Seonghwa…

"Here, dream," Yunho pulled the prince from your arms, laid him on the ground and began to pump his chest, slanting his lips across Seonghwa's to pull the water from his lungs the old fashion way. 

Oddly enough, as Hongjoong came out of the water, the last remnant of the spirits possessing him showing that one eye was fiercely bright and the other inky dark, Seonghwa coughed out water and breathed in deeply. Yunho turned him to his side and Seonghwa rid himself of all the water he had inhaled. Hongjoong came to consciousness and Yeosang was there to catch him before the avatar also collapsed in exhaustion. 

"Did we do it?" Hongjoong whispered roughly.

"Are we safe?" Seonghwa asked, voice hoarse.

"You did it, Avatar," Yeosang answered, silent tears streaming down his face.

"We're safe, sweet prince," Yunho assured him.

"Actually, I'll have you know, if it wasn't for me--" Jongho smacked Wooyoung from behind the head before the bandit could take credit for saving the world. Wooyoung smiled bashfully, "Thank you, Avatar."

That night it was made clear to the Northern Tribe that more important factors were working on the world currently. You were excused from your betrothal, acknowledged as an important member of the avatar's team. Hongjoong needed people close to him if he was going to defeat the fire nation and balance the world as it was always meant to be, all the great elements in harmony, with the avatar exuding all of them. Seonghwa joined your team, not to be left behind, but to be an emissary and representation of the northern tribe. 

"I'm kinda sad we don't get to sneak out of the tribe. I always wanted to see just how hard it was," Wooyoung whispered lowly, so that Seonghwa couldn't overhear.

San was the one to send a frown to the earth kingdom's bandit. "I think the fight was good enough, Woo."

"What do you mean I have too much?" Seonghwa lamented, pointing to his many bags.

"You can only take what you carry, sweet prince," Yunho said with a small smile on his face, clearly amused, and still taken, by Seonghwa.

"It'll be fun, Seonghwa," Hongjoong squeezed Seonghwa's shoulder. 

"Who says it's going to be fun when you plan on invading the fire nation!" Jongho protested.

"The fire nation," Mingi repeated, fear painting his features.

Only you and Yeosang stood a bit apart from your group. You both felt like a fist was slowly closing in your stomach, only making anxiety ride higher. You two may not get along, Yeosang entirely sure that you were slowly becoming the center of Hongjoong's world, where he used to be the only one apart of that pattern, but in this you were in agreement: the fire nation was a dangerous place to be. 

But when Yeosang's pinky hit yours, that shy way that Hongjoong and Yeosang held hands, you thought perhaps, between all nine of you, that you might get through this. At least with each other to lean on, it seemed more likely.

Besides, you were with the avatar. With Hongjoong, anything seemed possible.

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art request (but also very self-indulgent art to me) by my best pal joey drew @ryliescreativecorner / @ryliesundertalerphubblog / @theeasiestenemy

their character BlackLight is such a dad istg lmao

they thought it was going to be just a doodle... and honestly so did i but-- whoops~

enjoy ur fluff ry

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Baby Fever

For @ryliescreativecorner, with their AUs (Starseed and UnderMania)

Rated: T? Pairing: AlphyGemLight Word Count: 1038 Summary: BlackLight’s Alphys meets baby Echo. She immediately adores them.

“Ohmigosh. Ohmigosh, ohmigosh.”

It was the only utterance that Alphys had been able to make for what seemed like an eternity. Her hands clapped over her mouth, a string of unintelligible noises and squeaks spilling between her fingers. Meanwhile the baby in Gem’s arms giggled at the sounds she made, little arms stretched out and tiny hands making grabbing motions toward her.

“Heh. Yeah, I know. Do you want to hold them?”

Alphys was going to die.

“R-really? Oh my god, please.”

She reached out to receive the bundle that was baby Echo. Taking care not to jolt the infant, Gem shifted them from his arms to Alphys’, hovering about until Echo was safely tucked against her chest. Echo let out a gurgle, patting their hands against the unfamiliar monster’s face. Alphys couldn’t help a giggle, raining kisses on the top of Echo’s skull.

They were so cute.

Until something snagged the side of her glasses. She ‘eep’ed, jerking her face away. Her glasses didn’t come with her, and she squinted down at the very thief in her arms, waving about her glasses like a toy flag.

“Oh you silly, give that ba—ack!”

As she shifted Echo to retrieve the spectacles from their clenched fist, they jerked their arms about and released. They went flying, and Alphys jumped forward, squeezing Echo against her and making a grab for them before they could shatter against the tile. Her claw just grazed the frames and they fell past her reach.

“Oh ge-eez!” Light made the lunge, crossing the distance that she good not, snatching them up just before they hit the ground. He held them out to her, frowning at his child. “Echo no gra-abbing.”

Echo made a face and stuffed their fist into their mouth as an answer. Whatever that meant.

“It’s ok.” Alphys smiled, grateful enough that her glasses were safe and sound. She accepted them, placing them back on her face where they belonged. “Babies, y-you know?”

“They can be a handful,” Gem said, gently coaxing the fist from Echo’s mouth. He gave a tender smile before clinking a kiss against the top of their skull. “We love them so much though.”

“They’re so cute.” Even if they’d broken her glasses, Alphys didn’t think that she had it in her soul to be cross with them. On the contrary, something about having them in her arms stirred up warm, unfamiliar feelings within her chest. She wanted to love and protect and care for them, a sort of motherly longing cast over them. “I hope I have a baby as cute and sweet as Echo…”

Realization hit her like a truck. Her head snapped up, expression bordering on horror as she was quick to snatch back her last words.

“N-not—not that I-I-I’m pregnant or anything, I just think that—think that if I was pregnant then I would want my baby to be just as cute as them—because w-we’ve barely done anything and the two of you still h-have a baby and probably don’t want another… just… yet…” Her words trailed off into a pathetic whine. She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole.

She settled to bury her face into Echo’s blanket. They didn’t mind, arms awkwardly wrapped around her face in what felt like a little baby hug. Thank goodness for a little baby to shield her from her deep shame.

“He-ey, it’s ok.” An arm slung about her shoulders—Light’s arm—and he pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “No-othing to be a-ashamed about here.”

Alphys peeked up from the security of the baby blanket. Light reached around, turning her face towards him to press their foreheads together. The brightly glowing stardust that hung around him shifted, turning into a shimmering soft red, colored like the roses in so many of her favorite anime. Rose red meant a strong romantic love, he’d told her, and she felt her cheeks heat up at such feelings being directed toward her. She found herself laughing, bordering on tears as she pushed forward to press their mouths together.

“I-I love you,” she whispered when she pulled back, watching a surprised pink ripple through the dust and brighten his sockets, before it settled back into the loving rose red.

“Lo-ove you too.”

“Aww how cute.” Although Gem’s words were kept light and teasing, the way his eyelights shifted between his two lovers was anything but mocking.

BlackLight broke away from Alphys to take the sides of Gem’s face in his hands. He brought him in close, nuzzling his face against the top of Gem’s skull. “I love you to-oo you big do-ork.”

The smile on Gem’s face grew, the lights in his sockets forming into little hearts. “I love you too.” He glanced over to Alphys, blushing hard and still holding Echo. “All three of you.”

Alphys felt her soul glowing, warm and comfortable in her chest. It may not be so visible as the two skeleton monsters, but the tell tale white light was present all the same. “I l-love you all too.”

A silence fell between them, a peace broken only by the happy cooing of baby Echo. Alphys smiled and nuzzled them. The closeness to such a small being, dependent on others to care and fret over, brought a giddiness to her soul that she hadn’t felt since Gaster had stepped down from his position and put in a glowing recommendation for Alphys to take his place. She’d only just met Echo and she already loved them so much.

“Although, you know Alphy…” A mischievous tone crept into Gem’s voice, setting off alarm bells in Alphys’ mind. She looked up with a sharp look that warned him not to say whatever it was he was thinking.

“What…?”

Of course Gem continued anyway, only encouraged by her expression. “…if you want a baby so bad, I bet Light would love to help you get right on with that and put one in you,” he said with a wink.

And he laughed through the matching embarrassed shrieks from both Alphys and Light.

“Gem!!!”

#gemlight #salphys #sanscest #undertale #starseed au #undermania #one shot #Baby Fever

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It's just that in Hi High we see Yves being happy over Olivia's appearance, same with YYXY as a whole having fun in the pool, running around and whatever. And even if that had ulterior motives, I do think that the fact that they were connected must've been weird when the girls first arrived on earth. In the 'one' MV, we see they're also supposed to be all different parts of one single person, so they must've felt something was missing either way.

I hope we get more of Chuu interacting with other characters in general, to be honest. Even in the YYXY plot we never saw her interacting with Olivia, much less the other units.

Ahhh I see

And yeah, I agree. I wanna see more of the girls interacting with each other. I wanna see Haseul meet Chuu again, or have Hyunjin and Gowon finally meet face to face, or have Yves and Vivi fucking reunite 😭

#loonaverse #the most recent we got that was in starseed and i dont even know if that counts #it felt more like an au of the lore

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I’m... in a mood, okay? ;3; In the mood for GemLight. Shhhh.

Since there is no Handplates/Mercyplates color for romantic affection/love (yet) Light glows a rose red when feeling strong feelings of romantic affection.

#undertale #Sans #Sans the skeleton #Starseed #Starseed Mania #GemLight #BlackLight #Gem #MANIA #starseed au #fanart #fan art

[junkratsloverat]

reverse + social media au ; but all my f/o's are on t!ktok and aizawa has read me like a book (╯︵╰,)

#jl.png #self ship #self insert #self ship au #for the record this is a sc i got from the comments on a vid on t!ktok and never have i felt so Called Out #so i did the obvious thing and just. stuck myself in there lmao #...probably shouldve used a selfie instead of my inquisitor but i uh. dont have any lmao #walking disasters #the promise #jailhouse rock #starseed #if i told you #eraserball #loving you is fun