#AAAAH apple is so beautiful here oh my god

[hobidreams]

I’m All Yours | JHS {M}

tonight, you’re finally ready to take that next step. your boyfriend is about to be very pleasantly surprised.

pairing: jung hoseok x virgin!reader genre: smut, fluff words: 4.1k contains: first time, lingerie, oral (f), condomless sex, adoration, soft all around, established relationship, very-much-in-love hoseok

Relentless beats and a heavy bassline throb beneath your feet, blasting, unforgiving, from the enormous speakers. Your hands are thrown into the air, held high as you let your head bob, mouth rapping the words you’ve long memorized. Crimson lights flash. Mics are dropped. The theatre is alive. You wish you could swallow this high and keep it forever. In this moment, you let yourself believe you can.

You fucking love it.

You’re so close to the stage you could practically count the drops of sweat that roll off the faces of the boys. But you can’t quite look away from the electric energy of your boy. Hoseok. Fully submerged in his stage persona, he’s absolutely devastating to your poor heart. And the hearts of the thousands of girls here, screaming his name in perfect sync. He flashes those confident smirks, licks his kissable lips. And if that wasn’t enough, he’s pumping his hips, grinding against an invisible body.

The intensity in this arena only climbs higher as the encore draws to a close. You let the music engulf you as you watch them lean on each other, voices mixing in beautiful harmony. You soak in the smooth tune, hands absently following along with their choreography. An ethereal experience: the entire audience swaying in time all at once.

And when it’s over, when it’s all over for tonight, you exhale a breath as they start walking towards the back of the stage to the screaming of their fans; Namjoon’s in the lead. They wave their goodbyes, Jin shooting ‘worldwide handsome’ finger hearts, Jimin beaming that angelic yet sexy-as-all-hell smile. When Hoseok passes by where you stand, his eyes meet yours. It’s just for a second, but he winks, just a little something extra for you. Then he’s off again, lightly dancing as they reach the platform that will take them down and away.

As soon as they disappear from sight, the noise grows to a fever pitch.

“AAAAH, did you see that? J-Hope just winked at me!”

“He did, oh my god, he did!”

Your ears ring as you grip your purse, slipping away from the excitement. You check your phone for the time, the picture of you and Hobi flashing for a few seconds before you drop it back into your bag. You eventually find the correct side door, nodding at the man standing guard with his arms crossed. Recognizing you, he steps aside. You swear, the adrenaline is even more potent than it was during the concert as you head backstage to find your boyfriend.

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A few months ago, you had no idea that this world existed. It wasn’t the type of music you tended to listen to, and now you even can’t remember why when you find yourself bopping along to their newest tracks. When you first met Hoseok by pure chance, you’d thought he was just an average guy. Well, okay, not just average, because none of the men you had ever met in your lifetime could compare in terms of natural charm. But you never imagined he would be part of one of the biggest bands in the world. And truthfully, that fact just made you nervous.

Dating wasn’t really a thing you’d done before. Time and a lack of suitable candidates were to blame. Hell, your mom was steps away from setting you up with yet another son of a friend of a friend that she claimed was “good looking, I swear!” That was the extent of your romantic history, give or take a handful of awkward flirtations and failed text conversations. So… How the hell were you supposed to act around Hoseok? You figured all that popularity translated to a veritable trove of experience for him.

“Hoseok… I’m, uh… I’ve never…” You took a breath, “I’m a virgin.” That conversation, had while you sat on his couch, biting your nails until they were meeting the tips of your fingers, was one of the scariest things you’d ever done. You’d been seeing each other for a few weeks, finding time in his busy schedule to sneak out for a couple treasured hours alone. One such occasion had landed you at his place, and you figured it was now or never before things led too far.

“Oh!” His eyes widened, then crinkled as he let that easy smile grace his lips. You know the one. It’s the one that makes you tingly in the pit of your stomach, the one that’s always too cute to resist. “Okay. Thank you for trusting and telling me.”

“It’s not weird?”

“Nope. Not at all.” He leaned over, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek. “I want to take things at your pace. Your comfort is always my priority.” You let him pull you in close, felt the sweetness of his scent wrap around you like a blanket you never wanted to leave.

And that was that.

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You push a final door open to the sound of cheers. You slide in unnoticed, watching the boys celebrate the end of another successful concert. They’re still laughing and joking around despite the fatigue that must be weighing on them. It’s a good minute before Hoseok notices you; when he does, his eyes light up brighter than the stage spotlights.

“Hey!” He calls your name, bounding to you, dragging you into a tight hug that practically chokes the air from your lungs, but you don’t care.

You squeeze him back. “You were amazing up there!”

“I know, right?” He laughs, pulling away only so he can lavish kisses on your forehead, your cheek, your lips. “Hey, happy hundred-day anniversary, baby.”

Delighted he remembered, you flex the arms around him to hold him even closer.

When the hold breaks, you realize the rest of the members are staring at you, amused smirks on their faces. “Alright, obviously, we’ve lost Hoseok for the night,” Namjoon says with a grin. “Let’s go eat without him.”

“Heyyy!” Hoseok turns, protests on his tongue but you silence them when you tug on his hand. His attention and gaze swivel back to you.

“I have something better in mind,” you whisper in his ear, using the best purring voice you can muster. You aren’t sure the seduction came out properly, but his eyes dilate cutely anyway.

“Better?”

When you’re sure he—and no one else—is looking, you hook a finger into your loose top and tug the collar to the side. Instantly, he’s sputtering when his eyes happen upon what you’re wearing beneath the casual clothes. His sudden coughs attract the members’ curiosity, but your shirt is already fixed and the grin on your face made innocent by the next second.

“Hobi?” Jimin asks.

“I’m fine!” He haphazardly waves to the others, his gaze still fixed on you. “You… Do you mean… Is this…”

You nod, relishing the joy and surprise in his smile. It grounds you somehow, to know that he’s on exactly the same page as you: nervously excited. “I’m ready.”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, hard. “I’ll be out in five minutes. Promise.” Without another word, he spins around, practically sprinting to grab his clothes to change.

“Huh?” Jungkook’s face contorts in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

You quirk your head perfectly and shrug your shoulders. “No idea.” You must have been an actress in a previous life.

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True to his word, you’re in a car heading back to the hotel five minutes later.

The entire way there, Hoseok can’t sit still.

He’s practically vibrating as he switches between staring out the window and staring at you. His fingers fumble with yours, a smile never leaving his lips. In his mind, his thoughts are even more haywire, every bit as jittery as his heart. Each subsequent image that pops into his head is dirtier than the last. First, it’s his fingers sliding across your skin as he undresses you, to see all of what you’d teased him with earlier. Then it’s your mouth parted as you moan beneath him, pink and flush and gorgeous. He wonders how many times he can make you cum before—

“Hoseok.” He jolts. “We’re here.” You’re polite – you pretend not to notice the prominent bulge straining against his dark, tastefully-ripped jeans, though it makes you grin.

“Huh? Oh, right, yeah.” He shakes his head, shifts before he realizes just how hard he is. Though he’s faintly red, he tries to play it cool, following you out the door with his jacket now pulled inconspicuously over his crotch.

Thankfully, the ride in the elevator up to your hotel room is a quick one. Hand in hand, you chat about the concert, about the energy of the ARMY and what a great performance it had been. Before you know it, the elevator dings and you’re out into the hallway.

It’s now that your heart starts to really pound. It can’t be more than fifty steps from the door to his room, but damn if you don’t feel the nerves every time your feet meet carpet. You watch Hoseok slide the card into the lock, hear the beep. The red light changes to green, he turns the handle, and now it all feels real. You’re about to do this. You’re finally about to lose your virginity.

And you can’t wait.

Hoseok guides you inside the room, tossing his bag onto the floor. “I’m just going to take a quick shower. I’m still all sticky,” he says as he strips off his jacket and wrinkles his nose. “I’ll be fast!”

“Okay, gotcha.” Your coat has only just slipped off your shoulders before he’s made a sound of panic.

“Wait, wait!” You shoot him a quizzical look as he steps towards you. “Don’t take anything off other than the coat.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want to undress you myself.” His darkening eyes are practically already doing so with the gaze that sweeps across your figure. “I’ve fantasized about doing it so many times, babe.” His fingers lightly trail across your shoulders, just playing with the collar of your top. “So just let me take care of you, okay?”

A shiver crawls down your spine at the deepening of his voice, at a side of him you’re not sure you’ve ever seen. “Okay.” You nod, and he disappears into the bathroom. Moments later, the shower turns on.

You settle on the end of the bed as you take in the slept-in bedsheets, the clothes folded on the chair or draped over it. Your heart is still doing flipflops and you’re not sure it’ll ever stop. But there’s a heat gathering in your stomach when you think about how you’ll finally know how he feels pressed against you. Yes. You’re absolutely certain – this is what you’ve been craving.

Leaning over to the light control, you turn the dial down enough so that the lamps cast warm shadows on the wall. You fiddle with your fingers, play with an earring. Two minutes creep by before you’re on your feet, thinking maybe some water could soothe your throat. You pull out your phone, scrolling through Instagram but not really processing anything. Another few minutes come and go. You’re shuffling back to the bed when you realize the sound of the shower has stopped. You have about five seconds to process that before the bathroom door opens.

With one arm cocked against the doorframe, Hoseok’s standing in nothing but a thin, dark towel around his waist. Beads of water roll down his smooth chest, dripping onto the floor. His muscles, honed and lean from all that dancing, are on full display; they flex as he moves, tousling his hair with a second towel. When he feels your gaze on him, he licks his lips. Then an effortless, unfair smile replaces his tongue. If this were a cartoon, you’d probably be drooling. Hoseok tosses the towel back inside before he flicks the light off, and you try to pick your jaw up off the floor.

“Like what you see?” He asks, voice husky in a rude way. His dark eyes meet yours. You wonder who the hell let him get so damn sexy.

“Mhm…”

He takes a step toward you, then another, and another. Then you’re in his arms. You don’t even care that he’s soaking your clothes, not when his lips conquer yours.

There’s no trace of his playfulness here; Hoseok is scorching from the get go – relentless, a man starved. You’ve kissed before, of course, but never like this. It’s now you realize just how much he’s been holding himself back, respecting your wishes while swallowing his own. Love and affection swell in your chest as you hold him just a bit tighter, needing him close.

He’s grinning as he repositions himself to steal your breaths again and again with fresh nibbles on your bottom lip. You’re pretty sure you’ve clean forgotten what oxygen is when he slips his tongue into your mouth. With no choice but to surrender, you let him gently push you onto the bed. Your back meets cool fabric, but your front is all heat as Hoseok leans over you. His bangs fall, tickling your forehead.

“Baby,” he whispers, breath tremulous and hot against your mouth, “you’re too beautiful, you know.”

“Oh?” All you can really focus on is how his towel has been dragged slightly aside by the movement. It’s moments away from being completely undone. You consider just tugging it free yourself, but he’s distracting you with nuzzles on your cheek, the prelude to more kisses.

“That tight purple dress with the low cut that you wore to Yoongi’s birthday party?” His hands slide down your waist, teasing the waistband of your skirt. “Or the cropped hoodie with the tiny jean shorts when you came to visit the studio?” He lets the elastic go. It smacks softly against your body. “Were you trying to tease me? To make me lose control?”

Now his fingers are beneath your top, running along the lingerie in midnight black that sits snugly against your skin. “No,” you murmur, “no, I just wanted to look nice for you—ah…!” He’s found your nipple, already taut from the adrenaline. Just that contact alone is enough to soak you, probably ruining the lingerie that clings to your folds, but it’s served its purpose.

“That’s just it. You always look so appetizing.” He toys with the hem of your shirt, inching it up to reveal lace the more he travels. “It’s hard to resist touching the woman I love.” Brutal. You didn’t know honesty could be so arousing. You’re already melting by the time he tosses your top onto the floor.

“Damn.” He breathes the word, lets it sit heavy between you as he drinks in how the fabric fits right against your curves, highlighting the beauty that he’s been dreaming of for months. “Just for me.” He guides the straps off your shoulders, unhooks the clasps on the back. As beautiful as the lingerie is, he’s too eager to see you bare.

Lowering his head, Hoseok’s tongue swirls around a pert nipple. Then he’s dipping his mouth between the valley of your breasts, reveling in the softness that engulfs him. He’s surrounded by your scent, gleefully drowning in it as he seeks out even more. He’s certain that having you beneath him whimpering from his touch, is something he’ll never forget.

When his fingers trace the outline of your panties, you practically wish you had gone with the crotchless version because he is taking his sweet time. You can’t imagine how he still has so much self-control when you’re seconds away from begging for his hands on your clit. Luckily, he helps you out of them before another minute ticks by. And you’re bared, utterly so, to him.

He has to take a moment to drink you in because you’re absolutely breathtaking with your legs shyly spread, cheeks pink and charming. But he’s a slave to desire in the end as he lowers his mouth and has his first taste of you.

You would be lying if you say you aren’t worried that you taste weird, or off, or something, anything. But the way Hoseok’s tongue flits between your folds as if it’s his last meal is dispelling your mind of worries, of any thoughts at all. You’re making noises you didn’t know you could make when he nips at your clit, somehow knowing exactly how much pressure to lavish before drawing back. It’s torture in the best way.

“I could do this forever,” he murmurs, exploring and testing where nets him the strongest reactions, where he can lick to have your cunt moistening even more. He doesn’t want this to hurt, so he’s perfectly content to play here until you’re a dripping mess.

You’re scrunching the sheets in balmy fists as pleasure rocks through you, as relentless as his mouth. “I don’t think I can—oh­­hh—last forever,” you say, somehow summoning the strength to chuckle even as you shudder into him. You’ve forgetting why you felt you weren’t ready for this all these months. How does anyone get anything else done when sex feels so good? It’s as if his lips were made to be wrapped around your clit.

It’s when his tongue parts the folds of your slit that you feel empty. He’s teasing just the tip of his tongue into your sex, and it’s absolutely not enough. “H-Hoseok,” you whimper, the craving for his cock a crescendo with each lick, “I need… Uhn, I want…”

“Are you ready?” He asks softly, shifting back, drawing away his towel. As it hits the ground, you feast your eyes on his cock for the first time. Shit. You’ve never seen anything so delicious-looking in your life. Impeccably smooth with a subtle curve, the darkened head drools pre-cum in its hunger for you. You instinctively know this is a cock that would kiss your cervix once nestled inside, judging by sheer length alone. Yes, please.

You nod.

The bed creaks when he leans over you, closing the gap between your bodies. Is that your heartbeat or his? All you can tell is the erratic thumping. “I can’t wait to be inside you.” It’s happening. It’s finally happening.

Wanting to watch, you tilt your eyes to the hands that are making for your waist. It’s then you realize his fingers are ever so slightly trembling when he moves, despite his words. You reach down with an unsteady grip of your own and cover him with your palm. “Hoseok? Everything okay?”

He pauses. “…Sorry. Sorry!” He exhales, then gives an airy, shaky laugh. “I… Don’t know why I’m suddenly nervous now.” He rakes a hand through his damp hair, lets it fall back into handsomely-messy place again. “Hell, it almost feels like my first time too.” His bright eyes find yours; his gaze is now softened, but the flame still simmers beneath. “I just want everything to be perfect for you.”

A second later, his jaw falls open comically. “But aaagh, now I ruined the sexy mood, didn’t I?”

His confession is melting your nerves, so you give him a bright smile. “Never!” You tug him close for a passionate kiss, mouths moving in sync as you try to show him just how precious he is. When you part, his grin has returned: wide and delighted. “Hobi, you are always sexy to me.”

“Mmm, how are you so sweet?” He presses his nose into your neck, scattering light bites on your skin, playfully growling to make you giggle.

“Because I love you.”

His cheeks dimple at that, pure sunshine. “I love you too.”

With great care, he positions himself. Finally, you feel his firmness pressing against your slit, glistening with his saliva and your arousal. His hips pump lightly, lubricating his skin, absently rubbing against your clit for extra stimulation. Just when you think he’s about to slip inside—

His eyes widen. “Condom,” he mutters, scolding himself, “can’t believe I forgot.” He’s about to pull away in search for one when you tighten your hold around him, forcing him to stay.

You shake your head. “Don’t need one.”

“Huh? Why not?” He rests his forehead on yours, unable to stop himself from kissing the point of your nose.

“I’ve… Been on the pill for the last few weeks. As soon as I thought I was ready.” You’re a bit embarrassed to admit: “I wanted our first time to be just you and me. Natural.”

Hoseok moans at your words, aphrodisiac in sound form. “You have no idea just how much you turn me on.” He shifts, cock nudging against your heat again as he lowers his hand to guide.

“Hoseok.” You find his eyes and hold the gaze, resolute. “I’m all yours.”

One slow thrust, and the final barrier between you falls.

You can’t help the cry at the fresh pain that surges through your core, the foreign stretch as your walls latch onto him, cling to him to instinctually beckon him further still. But he decelerates, brows knit in worry. “Are you okay, babe?” He refuses to move, even though you’re so wet, impossibly tight around him. “Should I stop?”

“F-Fine, I’m fine,” you sputter, refusing to let the tears pooling at the corner of your eyes fall. “Was just surprised.” Through the pain, the pressure that gathers at the pit of your stomach promises a pleasure yet to come. “Keep going.” You’re determined to accept every inch of him tonight.

He keeps a careful eye on you as he sinks in a little more, and you feel fuller than you ever have before. It makes you impatient in its own way; you need his cock wholly nestled in your heat until he’s just as overcome with sensation as you. “More, Hoseok,” you gasp, voice so laden with lust that you hardly recognize it. “I want all of you.”

Uncontrollable groans spill from his lips. You’re too seductive, legs spread, begging for him. The heat you engulf him in is every bit as tantalizing and ecstatic as he’s dreamed of. And by god, has he dreamed of this, waking up sometimes so hard it hurts. But now… Now, you’re in his arms. “You already have my heart.” Hoseok’s bangs caress your chest as he plants soothing kisses to your feverish skin. Another thrust, an addicting stretch. “But you can have anything you want.”

He hilts himself inside with a fresh moan so carnal and filthy you shudder. Whatever pain that lingers is forgotten in the face of this bliss, intensified when his fingers find your clit again. “Mmn, does it feel good, baby?” He already has his answer by the way you tighten around his shaft, but there’s something too alluring in making you confess exactly how he drives you wild.

“So good,” you manage amidst moans, “so full.” You fight the urge to rake your nails down his back, settling for clutching his shoulders as his hands and cock work in devastating tandem. His pace lets you feel every little bit of his thick erection, now soaked with your juices.

“So tight around me, fuck.” You whisk the rare expletive off his tongue with your own, biting and sucking on his bottom lip. “I’m not gonna last long. Not if you squeeze me like that.”

You’re practically on the cusp yourself as he never lets up on your clit. Not that you’d want him to. Not when your body is humming, a livewire pulled taut around him just waiting to snap. “Cum in me then,” you beckon, needing him to stuff you even more.

He responds with punishing thrusts that have you coming in less than ten seconds, your voice reaching pitches you didn’t know it could as you chant his name like a mantra. He continues to snap his hips, pistoning into you to elongate the throbbing until you’re left gasping, body weak, but still vibrating with aftershocks of pleasure. Somewhere along the way, you register that he’s coming too, white cream coating your walls with each pump that somehow reaches even deeper inside of you.

When Hoseok finally slows, his brow dotted with perspiration, he’s smiling. In lieu of pulling out, he cradles you in his arms despite the sweat and kisses away a stray teardrop from your eye. “That wasn’t too rough, was it? I didn’t hurt you?”

You shake your head, kissing him back on his dimpled cheeks. You can still feel a subtle ache, but it’s one that reminds you just how much love you’ve shared tonight. So, you grin and trail your fingers lightly down his back. “It was perfect.”

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kim seokjin

Jin and you were really enjoying yourselves today, probably because you both knew that the apartment would be empty for the next three hours and you could be as loud as you wanted to be.

Which you were. No more muffled moans, no more biting your lip so you wouldn't be too loud and obvious.

You let it all out today, moaning, begging, at one point even screaming.

That is until your boyfriend was taking you from behind, you begging him to go harder and for some unknown fucking reason – or you know, because it's Apple and Apple is a little bitch – Siri suddenly turned on without either of you noticing.

Just when you moaned: “Yes, daddy.”

And then, your stupid ass phone replied: “Calling your father now.”

“Wait what?!” both Jin and you immediately panicked, you reaching for your phone and trying to get the call to stop, but..-

“(Y/N)? Are you okay, honey?”

“Oh, hey dad,” you laughed nervously, “Yeah, yeah, I'm okay.”

“You're a little out of breath.. did you just run somewhere?”

The mood was absolutely fucking ruined, especially because your father did not stop talking. You could see Jin rub his hands over his face in desperation, so you quickly put on his shirt, kissed his forehead and left the bedroom so that at least one of you could orgasm that night.

min yoongi

Usually, you weren't that experimental in bed. You liked to stick to the basics that you both you and Yoongi were good at.

But you and your ex used to do this quite a lot and you always enjoyed it when you did it.. maybe that's why you suddenly said: “My ex used to love doing this too.”

And while you didn't really think too much into it, Yoongi suddenly stopped and looked you dead in the eye.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“What? What did I do?”

“Are you actually thinking about your ex-boyfriend while I'm fucking you? Are you dead serious?!”

“I..- I wasn't thinking about him, I was just..- I mean..-”

But Yoongi was already done, no matter how hard you tried to convince him that it was nothing. He pulled out and pulled on some shorts again, leaving a disappointed you behind as he left his bedroom to go into the bathroom and finish him off himself.

Great. This was just great..

jung hoseok

“Jimin isn't here, baby, you can be louder,” Hoseok whispered against your neck as he continued pounding into you.

You were so used to keeping it down when sleeping with your boyfriend, it wasn't that you weren't drowning in pleasure right now.

But Jimin was usually always in the same room and so you had to be quiet every damn time.

Well, except for today, because he was out with some other idols friends and wasn't supposed to be back for hours.

Supposed to was important.

Because suddenly the doors got pushed open and in came not just Jimin, but three of his male idol friends from various other groups all now staring at you and Hoseok fucking.

If it had just been Jimin, Hoseok wouldn't have cared much. He had caught you fucking more than he can count, it wasn't new. But he didn't know these other guys and he didn't like how they were looking at you right now, so he immediately pulled out and pulled the blanket over you, before he got out of the bed.

“Get the fuck out..”

“Hyunggggg, this is my bedroom too,” Jimin whined, clearly drunk, “They won't watch, I promise!”

“Now, Jimin!”

But that proved harder than he expected, he literally had to push every single one of them out of the room and by the time he finally came back into bed, the mood was completely ruined.

“You really need your own room,” you sighed, cuddling into his side instead.

kim namjoon

Bangtan was throwing a party right now, celebrating their newest win. And while Namjoon was usually rather excited about these, he hadn't seen you in more than three weeks and the second you walked through the front door in that dress was the second he had pulled you into his bedroom and pushed you onto the bed.

There was no way he would wait until this thing was over to make you moan his name. Absolutely no fucking way.

However, in his haze of lust, he completely forgot to lock the door and was now too busy watching his dick disappear inside of you again and again to really care about it.

And that's when the doors got opened and not just a few of his band members, but a few of yours were standing in the door as well.

“Having fun?” one of your members asked with wiggling eyebrows, clearly drunk.

“Hyunggggg, you're doing great!” Jeongguk started cheering, one of his arms around the youngest of your members and even though Namjoon thought about just ignoring them and continuing what he was doing, he stopped the second they all entered the bedroom and came closer.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?!”

“Oh my god, he's huuuuuge!” and “Doesn't it hurt?” were comments that your band members made that had you hide under his blanket until you were sure that Namjoon had thrown them all out.

“I want to die,” you mumbled as the mattress shifted, the blanket being pulled down a moment later, revealing a smiling Namjoon.

“How about we just cuddle for now and try to do this again tomorrow morning when they're all gone?”

“Please..”

park jimin

Maybe having sex on a tour bus wasn't the best idea you and Jimin have had, especially not when the space was so limited.

But you had both been so horny that you've had no other choice but to peel off your clothes and just get going.

“Shht,” your boyfriend whispered against your lips, “You'll wake them up, Jagi..-”

Who would have thought that it wouldn't be your moaning to wake his members up, but a bump in the road that literally made you fall down onto the floor.

Jimin and you had been lying on the side and he hadn't held you properly, so that he could have prevented you from falling.

“Jagi!” he immediately was out of bed and kneeling down next to you, but before he could help you up and back into bed, the first curtains were drawn and..-

Well.. let's just say lying naked in the middle of a tour bus with all of his members staring at both you and Jimin wasn't the biggest turn on in the universe, especially with the death glares mixed in there.

kim taehyung

Taehyung's arm was wrapped around your middle, his eyes focused on you and holding you as close as he could as you were riding him.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, biting his lip when you picked up the pace.

When you started inhaling, he figured that you might already be close, already pushing his hand in between you two to rub his fingers over your clit, but what he mistook for a sign of an orgasm, actually just turned into you sneezing..

..right into his face.

“Oh. My. God,” you stared at him in disbelief, your boyfriend's eyes pressed shut as he could feel the contents of your nose on his face, “Taehyung, I am.. I am so sorry, fuck!”

You immediately reached for a tissue and wiped it off, but he didn't feel clean enough yet, so he had to get up and wash his face instead.

Five minutes later he came back, his dick unfortunately very soft again.

“You know, (Y/N), I much rather prefer your squirt on my face than your mucus,” he laughed, kissing your forehead as he laid down next to you.

“Yeah.. yeah, same.”

jeon jeongguk

To your own surprise, sex wasn't rough today. It was actually rather.. sweet.

Jeongguk was taking his time, kissing every part of your body, as he was sensually moving in and out of you, drawing out every single moan.

“Want some music?” he whispered into your ear, to which you could only nod. And because he had recently bought the Amazon Echo thing, he decided to give it a try, not wanting to get up and leave the warmth you provided right now, “Alexa, play some music.”

He figured that she'd play a playlist that Jeongguk had created before. A playlist where he knew had good songs.

But nope..-

“Here's a church radio station that you might enjoy.”

“What the..-”

And a moment later, the room was filled not with your moans, but with Ave fucking Maria.

“Never took you for a church boy,” you laughed, Jeongguk's head dropping against your chest as he could feel his dick already becoming soft inside of you.

This was so not how he had planned this night to go.

#bts imagine #bts reactions #bts x reader #bts #bangtan #bangtan reaction #bangtan boys #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #bangtan sonyeondan #reader #bangtan x reader #bangtan boys x reader #requests

[and-i-lostmy-shoe]

Newsies as worst bakers in America

Albert: It looks insane, but I’m insane, so it works for me

Race and Albert: *taking shots of vanilla*

Race: have you ever used apple cider vinegar for cleaning? I did once. I was high for three days.

Finch: I think he’s high now

Crutchie: *makes a face on the pie crust instead of a lattice*

Katherine, to Jack: y’know, you’re very artistic. And creepy.

Jack: I’m in the top two? Someone’s playing a cruel, cruel joke.

Davey: I just wanna sit back and rethink my life’s decisions.

Romeo: *playing with invisible sock puppets* raah! Raaah! Aaaah!

Spot: I’ve been to a county fair once before. It was like a real slice of Americana. I hate ‘em.

Albert: Yeast! It’s alive! Oh god, it’s alive!

Spot: There’s a tranquilizer gun near the exit, so if Race starts getting on your nerves...

Davey: Romeo has a lot of energy. He just needs to channel it into something other than singing and dancing.

Romeo: I’m like a dj with broken arms.

Les: I’m good at following directions.

Directions: put in a warm and toasty environment

Les: *puts in fridge*

Davey: I could use a bagel right now.

Les: I’m gonna make a pineapple lemon cake.

Race: I’m gonna light these suckers on fire.

Race: Can somebody get the hot firefighters on standby?

Elmer: *using a zester thinking it’s a peeler”

Jack, about the newsies: They ain’t pretty, but they’re mine.

Romeo: *dunks donut in edible glitter*

Romeo: ahh! It’s beautiful!

Mush: This is the happiest, most non-creepy thing I’ve ever seen you make.

Kid Blink: Yes, I’m surprised as well.

Spot: I hate fruit and I’m gonna hate fruit even more if I get eliminated over a stupid banana.

Albert: Somebody ate my donut, and I’m gonna find them. Call the fbi, do something!

JoJo: The mood when I walked in was similar to an execution. Donuts aren’t that serious, but they are today.

Jack: Romeo, the word sashay is banned from the kitchen.

Albert: I’m gonna smell everybody’s breath, someone stole my donut!

Katherine: Jack, when I look at you, I see someone with no self belief.

Jack: *nodding*

Kid Blink: All of my life I’ve made horrible, disgusting things that needed people to have their stomachs pumped.

Romeo: I walk out of here with my head held high and my blue velvet suit on.

Davey: I’ll read the directions and then I’ll re-read them and then I’ll read them again.

Elmer: *gets tangled in Saran Wrap*

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[kats-magic-bag]

The Myths

Here's the twisted boi

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When Rus woke up he could feel the world around him move. He groaned and the movement stopped. He was still slipping in and out of consciousness but the world started to move again. When he finally came too he was still in the forest but everything was moving as he watched the forest ceiling, before he was dropped.

“Uuurrrngg.” Rus groaned.

“Oh hey you’re actually alive. Here’s your kid.” A deep sweet voice said before a heavy force was placed on Rus’s chest. When Rus’s eyes cleared up he saw that Sage was asleep on his chest. He sat up and brought Sage to rest at his heart. Rus sighed in relief. There was another heavy thump right next to him. Edge was just dropped next to him. When Rus looked behind him he was another skeleton half breed monster. I guess they weren’t as uncommon as Rus first thought. The other half of this skeleton seemed to be dog. With fluffy pointed ears and fluffed up tail.

“How are you feeling?” They asked looking all three of them over.

“I’m alright.” Rus replied bringing Sage closer.

“Alright good. Follow me.” They said before picking up Edge and carrying him down into a large hole in the ground. “They aren’t that far behind.”

Rus hesitantly followed close after them into the hole. As soon as Rus entered the hole it closed behind them not even leaving a trace it was ever opened. Rus looked in awe.

“C’mon. You two were hit pretty bad.” They laughed continuing to walk into the hole.

“I’m sorry, what's your name?” Rus asked looking at them.

“Don’t worry about that right now. We still need to crawl through here it’d probably be easier if you were in your dragon form.” They replied walking forward.

“How did you-” Rus asked walking after.

“Shhh.” They hushed pointing to the ground ceiling. Above them Rus heard voices and footsteps. “Stay quiet until we get there and take this.” Rus was handed a blanket.

“Whats this?” Rus asked looking at it.

“Put your baby in there they’ll be safe.” They smiled looking back.

Rus changed into his dragon form with Sage nestled in a blanket that the other person gave to him. They crawled through the tunnel for a long time stopping occasionally to stay quiet and hidden from the changelings. When they finally got to where the stranger was taking Rus, he was very surprised. 

It was an entire underground civilization with all kinds of people and monsters walking and talking with each other. Mothers and fathers with their children playing outside of the holes, families laughing without a care in the world. Shops and stores with people buying things with some kind of weird currency, houses and more holes. All this underground?

“C’mon.” The other called out to them by another hole, this one seemed to be an entrance to a home. Rus followed suit into the dugout, shapeshifting back into his half form. The other laid Edge on a bed that was nearby.

“Twisted my dear, there you are. Come here let me see who’ve you brought with you.” An old woman said walking to them.

“I think these are the ones you were talking about.” The other, Twisted, smiled looking over Edge.

“You think so?” She asked stumbling forward to them. “Let me see.” She came close to Rus and looked at him and Sage.

“Yes, quite beautiful. Strong. Independent. Brave. Yes, this is them.” The old woman smiled walking away. Rus flushed at her words. He had never been called those things before, especially beautiful. He was at a loss for words.

“I, what. What do you mean them?” Rus asked looking at the woman.

“The prophecy of course.” She smiled again as if Rus knew what she was talking about.

“What prophecy?” Rus trailed on as the old woman walked around the room

“The savior prophecy. You and others will save us all.” She proclaimed reaching up her hands like she was summoning a god.

“What?! No, no. No No No No No No No. I, we can’t. We have a child to raise. We can’t just risk our lives.” Rus protested holding sage close.

“I knew you would say that. You won’t be the only ones risking your life. There will be others-” The woman smiled looking Rus over.

“And you just expect us to go along with this. This isn’t some fairytale where everything will turn out okay. This isn’t just some story you can write. These are real people you are putting at risk.” Rus interjected looking at her. The woman stopped and turned to face Rus.

“How do you know for sure?” She smiled looking to them. Rus set Sage down by Edge.

“Because, I-” Before Rus could start there was a loud crash. The old woman walked out of the dugout. 

“Marcus you gigantic lizard you’re late.” She scorned walking out with a broom.

“I’m sorry. I got caught up.” Marcus sighed looking to the old woman. Marcus and Rus stared at each other.

“Oh, hey Rus.” Marcus smiled weakly laughing in embarrassment.

“Aaaah!” Rus yelled as he leapt forward punching Marcus in the head.

“Enough!” The old woman yelled and she separated the two with magic. “Young, yes. Beautiful, yes. Smart, you could work on it.”

“How did you do that!” Rus exclaimed looking at himself as he was set on the ground.

“You’ll learn in time, but of it we don’t have much. Come now, wake your husband.” She wobbled over to where Edge was resting on the bed.

“And how exactly do I do that?” Rus snarked looking to where Edge was laying.

“Give us a good roar.” the woman exclaimed looking to Rus.

“A, what?” Rus asked looking her over.

“A roar, as loud as you can. Don’t worry the changelings won’t find us here.” She smiled looking to the ceiling.

“Okay.” Rus went into his dragon form and roared.

Edge didn’t move.

“I think I heard my kitten calling me. You are a mother, this isn’t just for the two of you this is for your daughter.” Rus roared as loud as he could the entire cavern shaked. Edge shot up from the bed.

“There you go that’s much better.” She praised patting Rus. 

“What just happened?” Edge asked rubbing his head.

“Edge!” Rus yelled shifting back and hugging him.

“What happened?” Edge asked again pulling Rus and Sage close.

“They attacked us in the forest and knocked you out. Then twisted came and helped us then-”

“Woah woah woah, slow down. What?” Edge interjected hugging Rus tightly.

“We shall discuss this later, for now we must regain strength.” The old woman sighed looking through another hole.

“Who’s the old hag?” Edge asked whispering to Rus. the woman hit him over the head with her stick.

“OW! What the f-” Edge swore rubbing his head.

“Language. There are children present.” She scolded looking to Sage and Rus. She wandered off. Twisted sat on one of the close beds.

“Sorry. She can be like that.” Twist apologized holding out his hand for Edge to shake.

“It’s fine.” Edge accepted shaking his outstretched hand. The old lady came back in the wall hole with food for all of them.

“Eat up there’s plenty to go around.” She smiled setting the food down for them to take and eat. Edge took a piece of bread leaving the better food for Rus and Sage.

“You’ll need more than that dear, there’s plenty more where that came from.” She smiled looking at Edge.

“It’s alright I really don’t need it.” Edge assured looking at her.

“You wouldn’t want to put your wife in danger because you didn’t have any strength, now would you?” She asked looking back at him.

“I’m not a girl, and we’re not married.” Rus interjected taking a bite out of an apple.

“You two are not married?” She asked ignoring Rus’s statement.

“We never got around to it, we’ve been to busy. And besides we decided that-.” Edge added looking to Rus.

“That needs to change.” She interjected walking out of the hole. “Wedding, now.”

“What?” Edge and Rus asked at the same time watching the woman walk out. “We can’t just get married!”

“Sure you can.” She smiled looking back to them. “Now follow me.”

“Whoa whoa whoa, what makes you think we even want to get married? We’ve talked about this already and decided we wouldn’t.” Edge protested following after her. He staggered and leaned against the hole frame for support.

“Edge hun relax, you still need your rest.” Rus worried walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. The old woman looked back.

“You’re in worse shape than I thought.” The woman mumbled to herself walking back over. “Sit, rest. You need your strength, the world will have to wait for you until you’re healed.” The woman instructed leading Edge back to the bed. Edge sat down heavily with a *huff*. Rus sat next to him picking up Sage and leaned his head against Edge’s shoulder. Edge wrapped an arm around Rus pulling him into a hug.

“Twisted.” The woman asked looking to the other.

“Yes?” Twist replied looking to her.

“Come, we must give them space. And you still need to work on your training.” She stated, walking out of the hole. Twist followed after. “Marcus you too.”

Marcus followed as well.

Edge laid back on the bed, and Rus laid with him holding him and putting Sage on his chest.

“How long’s it been since we’ve been on a bed?” Edge asked looking up to the dirt ceiling.

“Dunno, I forgot.” Rus sighed looking at Edge’s face. Edge kept his eyes cast to the ceiling. Sage peacefully asleep on her dad’s chest, Rus barely holding onto consciousness. They were exhausted from the past four days. Rus slipped into sleep, Edge was to fearful of the new surroundings to rest. He could sleep later, right now he needed to make sure Rus and Sage were safe. They should have gone with Hickory.

    After a few hours Rus woke to what sounded like Sage crying. Rus opened his eyes only to see nothing. No light, no people, no anything. Just a black void. The crying got louder, he walked towards the noise. Where was he? 

“Edge?” Rus called out, but his voice sounded distant. Almost as if it was foreign to his own ears. Then the crying stopped. Rus listened in deafening silence walking forward still.

“Edge?” He called out again looking forward.

“Edge?” A voice called back. Rus stopped dead in his tracks. Who was that? Why did it sound like him? No, that sounded nothing like him. His voice was smother easy to listen too, this voice sounded almost as if it was trying to imitate him, but also not at the same time. It sounded, wrong.

“Hello?” Rus called out, slowly starting to walk forward.

“Hello?” the voice called back, it sounded closer and farther than before at the same time.

“Who are you?” Rus asked walking more to the sound.

“Who are you?” the voice repeated. It sounded more wrong each time it repeated Rus’s words. Like it was reversing its own ability to speak. The crying started again. It sounded like it was all around him.

“Hello?” Rus called out again.

“Hello?” The voice repeated now sounding echoed.

“Who are you?” Rus asked hoping for an answer.

“Who are you?” The voice repeated the same distance even after Rus had felt like he was walking forever. Rus started running, the crying becoming worse with every step he took.

“Sage honey, mommy’s here!” Rus yelled running towards the crying.

“Mommy’s here.” The voice repeated with a delayed echo. This time however the voice didn’t stop repeating.

“Mommy’s here. Mommy’s here. Mommy’s here. Mommy’s here.” It repeated each time sounding less and less like Rus. They crying got louder, it was then that Rus noticed something about the crying. He stopped and listened. He was right. Rus backed up slightly, the crying wasn’t getting louder or softer. The crying wasn’t changing at all. It started with a loud whine then yelling then screaming and calling for mama, then it repeated. Rus was horrified. Then the noise justed stopped again. Nothing but blackness and the sound of Rus panting. He heard what he thought were footsteps, but they were too out of order. Too heavy for a baby, to uncoordinated for an adult. *step* *slide* *shuffle* *step* *repeat* *step* *slide* *shuffle* *step* they sounded like someone just learning to walk. Rus was too afraid to turn around, he thought if he did whatever it was would chase after him. So he kept quietly backing up. As this continued the steps got more even. Then faster. Rus couldn't turn around he kept his slow pace backwards. It was only when he heard the tapping of running did he turn and sprint. He ran as fast as he could though it felt like he wasn't even moving, rather just running in place. Rus was too afraid to scream the tapping coming closer. He looked behind him and saw nothing. Then the tapping stopped. Rus stopped running it never felt like he was getting anywhere anyways. When he looked back in front of him however standing over him was a large black figure. It’s limbs were outstretched, its fingers pointed into long claws. Its neck thin, its eyes rimmed with white and hollowed out, almost as if staring straight through Rus. Its teeth on the outside of its face in a toothy grin. Its whole body staticy. Almost as if fading out of existence. It opened its mouth and let out an echoed cry. It looked like it was trying to speak.

“What?” Rus asked looking at the thing.

“no.” It whispered leaning in.

“What?” Rus asked again getting closer.

“NO!” It yelled in Rus’s voice. Rus jumped back.

“We have to hurry!” It yelled in Edge’s voice.

“We’re not gonna make it.” It cried in a woman's voice.

“Edge we’re not gonna make it!” It yelled in another voice. This one sounding like that twisted skeleton.

“Look out!” It yelled in Edge’s voice again. Then it was silent.

“What.. was that?” Rus asked hesitantly. It never replied just looked at Rus and faded out of existence.

“Rus… Rus.. Rus!” Edge yelled somewhere in the distance.

“Edge?” Rus asked looking around. Rus started shaking. Why was he shaking he want scared.

“Rus!” Edge yelled again.

#spicyhoney #twisted #twistfell papyrus #underfell #underswap #dragon bois #middle earth #foreshadowing #twistedsugar

[ayma-nidiot]

In the White Light - Prideshipping fanfic Chapter 21

Also on AO3.

This will most likely be the darkest chapter in the entire fic, complete with lots of crying and cussing. Fair warning, Rex and Bandit King Bakura are going to suffer a ton in this chapter. This is the last chapter with significant Shrimpshipping. I promise the Prideshipping will get more significant from here on out!

For me, the characters' suffering is exacerbated by the horrible PMS cramps and bloating I had while writing this chapter. I also often get the flu when I forget to brush my teeth for a while and I think I feel one coming on (I just brushed my teeth this afternoon). Not helped, of course, by my intense work schedule. T_T Yet strangely, I feel more on a roll than ever!

Also, the title of this chapter is homage to one of my favourite yaoi manga, Ikoku Irokoi Romantan, by Ayano Yamane. I forgot to mention, too, why Kaiba refers to Rex as "rabbit stew." That is homage to one of my other favourite yaoi manga, Crimson Spell. Also by Ayano Yamane.

Chapter 21 – To Heaven or Hell

“So now that we know your real name, we need to head back to the palace,” Téa proposed. “Kaiba could be in trouble…”

“I… I don’t think I want to go.” Yami Yugi moped while hugging his knees. “Besides, Kaiba is more than capable of fending for himself.”

“Come on, man, you’re the king for cryin’ out loud!” Joey pulled Yami Yugi off the ground. “You’re gonna let one little lover’s quarrel make you shirk your duties?”

“But-”

“Ya’ know what, screw what Anubis said! He’s dead! And anyway, did rich- I mean, Kaiba actually say that he’d rather be president of KaibaCorp than be your wife?”

“…You know, you’re right, Joey. It may be hard, but… This isn’t the first time that we’ve quarreled, and it certainly won’t be the last. As any good partner should, I need to learn to communicate.”

“Pharaoh!” Téa smiled.

“What are you guys doing just standing there?” Yami Yugi summoned his Curse of Dragon and got on it.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!” Joey mounted his Red-Eyes Black Dragon while Tristan joined him.

Tristan waited until they were nearly at the palace to speak his mind. “Say, guys? I noticed that those shrimpy brats weren’t with us the whole time.”

“Rex and Weevil, you mean?” asked Yugi.

“I just hope they’re not causing trouble at the palace…” Téa remarked. “Knowing those two, they’re probably- Oh my! The duel’s still going on?”

“Looks like a tag duel!” Tristan exclaimed, and his expression changed when he saw the half-shifted Weevil. “Whoa, it’s Spiderman!”

“Pretty sure that’s not what Spiderman is supposed to look like, Tristan.” Joey squinted. “Is that… It can’t be! Bug boy can transform like rich boy can?”

Red shadows and flames engulfed Weevil. He expressed no pain as he grew taller, becoming a gigantic spider that Yami Yugi remembered. “It’s that spider from the vision quest!”

“Raaaaa!”

As Weevil trampled onto the battlefield, charging towards Yami Marik, Rex looked to his Duel Disk. The Dark Effigy had disappeared, replaced by an even stronger monster card. “Weevil…” His gaze turned up to the beautiful creature his boyfriend had become. “This form… is amazing…”

“Aaaaaargh!” Four spider legs pierced Yami Marik’s body, and he died almost instantly.

“How do you like them apples?” Rex smirked at his only remaining opponent, who had uncharacteristically taken on a somber expression. “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue? Or should I say, spider got your tongue?”

“I thought I recognized you two!”

“Yeah, we’re the ‘brats’ who gave you back your Millennium Ring!”

“I’m talking about the past, you fool! You do remember the pharaoh’s vision quest, do you not? Doesn’t the spider look familiar?”

“Wh-What?” The truth finally clicked for Rex. “Now that you mention it, my rabbit form looked a lot like that rabbit, too. But what are you getting at?”

“I’m saying that just like Kaiba here, the two of you also had past selves. …Back when all of the High Priests were still alive, I used to be one of the royal family’s most hated enemies. They… They killed them all… They killed everyone in my home village of Kul Elna, just to make some fancy schmancy artifacts called the Millennium Items!”

“Bakura…” In a moment of weakness, Yami Yugi couldn’t help but feel sorry for the man.

“This is what started my war against the royal family. I wanted to steal the Millennium Items so that I may become pharaoh and overthrow the old one. And by my side the whole time were my most trusted thieves, Sia and Hu. As a bandit, I couldn’t bring myself to have compassion for another, not until those two orphans came into my life. Hu was an outspoken young man who had the ability to persuade anyone. Sia… He had a gift for writing and strategizing. He was my only equal in wits – so much that I had even named him as successor.”

“What happened to them?” Even a complete dimwit like Rex could feel empathy towards the Bandit King.

“In my desperation to destroy the royal family, I found another individual who hated the royal family as much as I did. His name was Anubis. I pleaded for his aid to kill the pharaoh, and in exchange, he asked for two strong individuals…” Bandit King Bakura’s breath hitched a few times. “So I offered to him Sia and Hu. But his experiments failed, and my only two friends had died… They died for nothing!”

“…” Kaiba couldn’t stand to look at Bandit King Bakura; even he felt tears coming on.

“And now… Now, I finally get to see them again!”

“What do you mean, ‘again?’” Weevil stood down.

“You…” The Bandit King continued to cry as he looked at Weevil and drew his next card. “Forgive me for what I’m about to do, Sia… No, Earthbound God Uru!”

“I… I’m a god?”

“That will be ‘was’ in a few seconds!” Bandit King Bakura played the card he just drew. “I play my spell De-Spell to destroy Archfiend Palabyrinth! Now history repeats itself!”

“What do you-” Weevil could say no more as his body and soul quickly began to fade. “Aaaaah!”

“You…” Rex fell to his knees and cried when Weevil had died. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD! What did you do to my boyfriend?”

“I got rid of the Field Spell he needed to survive… Hu, I’m sorry.”

“My name is Rex Raptor, you motherfucker! I’ll fucking make you pay!”

“Hey, calm down, rabbit stew!” Kaiba intervened, then turned to the Bandit King. “Bakura, in case you forgot, there are three duelists present right now! And right now, you’re looking at the one who’s going to kick your ass!”

“Priest Seto… No, I will be the one to kick your ass. You and your ilk… You took everything from me… You and the pharaoh will suffer in hell!”

“Please, like I haven’t been told to go to hell before,” replied Kaiba as he drew Polymerization. “I activate the special ability of my White Stone of the Ancients in my Graveyard to add a Blue-Eyes from there to my hand! Then my Assault Wyvern destroys your Battle Fader!”

“Rr...” Bandit King Bakura didn’t have any monsters on his side of the field or his hand.

“Then I tribute my Assault Wyvern to Special Summon the other Blue-Eyes in my Graveyard… Now, Blue-Eyes! Attack the Bandit King directly!”

“This physical pain… It’s nothing compared to what my people and I have suffered because of people like you!” After Rex didn’t draw anything that he could summon, the Bandit King slammed a monster onto his Duel Disk. “I summon Ally of Justice Quarantine in attack position! Good luck trying to Special Summon your light monsters now, Priest Seto. And…”

“Ah!” Rex had few words as the Bandit King’s gaze fixed on him.

“Good luck to you, Hu, in the afterlife… Ally of Justice Quarantine, attack Hu directly!”

“N-Nooooooo!” Pain seared throughout Rex’s body. “Weevil… Baby, wait for me… I’m coming… to join you…”

Rex’s death was the final straw for Kaiba, and he didn’t hold his tears back any longer. “Do you like torturing others, you monster?”

“Me? A ‘monster?’ Speak for yourself! Aren’t you the one who ‘destroys innocent souls’ every day? Even more so now that you are only one of three people who have retained their shapeshifting abilities to the modern world? And you plan to do it some more after you officially break up with the pharaoh and return to KaibaCorp? Also, you have no right to be sad about Hu’s death when I’ve known him for so long! Or… Don’t tell me that you’ve grown attached to someone other than the pharaoh or your younger brother?”

“Shut… up…”

“Make your next move! It will be your la-”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Kaiba drew the Blue-Eyes Shining Dragon. “I can’t summon my ultimate beast yet, but I can get rid of your Ally of Justice Quarantine with my Blue-Eyes White Dragon!”

“I won’t be defeated… Not by someone like you! I play the spell Jam Breeding Machine, and a Slime Token is summoned to my side of the field!”

“That’s it? A tactic that Marik tried on the pharaoh, and failed? Then I’ll set a monster and destroy that Slime Token with Blue-Eyes!”

“You’ll… never…. Aaaah! I play Pot of Greed! Then I’ll use De-Spell to get rid of Jam Breeding Machine so I can summon Brain Golem using the new Slime Token as a tribute!” Brain Golem, attack that set monster!”

“…What a dumbass you are, Bakura.” Kaiba didn’t bother to look at the card he just drew. “You just destroyed my last White Stone of the Ancients, which I banish to add the last Blue-Eyes White Dragon I need to my hand! Then I’ll activate the spell Polymerization to Fusion Summon my Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon!”

“That’s your ultimate beast?”

“No, my ultimate beast is…” Kaiba laid the Blue-Eyes Shining Dragon onto his Duel Disk. “Myself! Behold the Blue-Eyes Shining Dragon for the few seconds you have before it blasts you away! Shining Neutron Blast!”

Yami Yugi watched the final move of the duel, still floating from afar on his Curse of Dragon. “Kaiba… My love, well done.”

“So this… is how it ends…” The Bandit King looked to his arm; already, his hand had been consumed by the shadows. “I’m… finally dying.”

“Bakura…”

“What, you still have words for me, even now?” Bandit King Bakura gave a half-hearted chuckle. “What is it?”

“It’s about Anubis… I thought I’d let you know that the pharaoh defeated him himself.”

“He… He did, huh? Thank…. you…” So were Bandit King Bakura’s last words as his body and soul were no more.

Yami Yugi could hide no more, and ordered the Curse of Dragon down to Kaiba while his companions followed. “Kaiba!”

“Ph-Pharaoh…” Kaiba wasn’t prepared to face the man he loved. “And the rest of the Dweeb Patrol, too. You were watching the whole thing, weren’t you?”

“Er, most of it,” Joey answered. “We saw everything from when Weevil turned into a spider onwards.”

“Weevil… Rex…” Yugi, being the softhearted young man he was, cried. “They’re… dead, aren’t they? I know they were thorns in our sides the whole time, but… they really gave it their all in that duel! They didn’t deserve to die! Marik didn’t either!”

“Yugi…” Téa had begun to cry too, and before she could really break out in tears, she noticed Marik’s body glowing. “Hey! What’s happening to Marik?”

As soon as Téa took a single step forward, Marik not only moved, but he groaned. “Ugh…”

“Shit! That creep is still alive!”

Joey prepared to summon his Red-Eyes Black Dragon, and stopped when Marik managed to get on his feet. “What do you mean ‘creep?’ Where am I?”

“Hey, easy there!” Tristan ran over to Marik, and helped him walk to where everyone else was. “So… You’re the real Marik, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am. My ‘other self’ is gone for good this time.”

“Wait, Marik. Before you continue…” Yami Yugi pointed to two beams of light descending from the sky and hitting the ground in front of them.

“Aaaaaah! More enemies!” Téa scrambled about, nearly slipping on a sand dune.

“Guess again, Téa.” Yami Yugi waited for the light to dissipate, and was certainly surprised to see Rex and Weevil again, both in half-shifted form.

“Ugh…” Rex’s vision was still blurry, but not enough to obscure his view of Weevil and his eight spider legs.

Though he was just as weak, Weevil had strength enough to give his boyfriend a hug. “Rex! Oh, my beloved… You’re alive…”

Rex returned the hug, pressing his rabbit paws into Weevil’s back. “Weeves, baby… I’m even happier that you’re alive, despite the hell we’ve been through.”

“I will go anywhere, my love, as long as it is with you. I’ll accompany you to heaven or hell.” Weevil stroked Rex’s rabbit ears. His upper spider legs trailed from there to Rex’s back, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Um… Do we really need to see this?” Tristan’s eyebrow twitched.

“Well, I kinda knew those two were together,” Joey remarked, rubbing the space underneath his nose. “After Duelist Kingdom, they were inseparable.”

“I’m more interested in how they’re still alive,” spoke Yami Yugi. “Perhaps in a Shadow Tag Duel, if a duelist dies, they will come back to life if their partner wins.”

“Speaking of Duelist Kingdom…” Weevil spoke when he had broken the kiss. “I’m sorry that I was such an embarrassment back then.”

“Don’t worry about it, man.” Yugi shook his head. “That’s in the past.”

“Was I… Did I do good today?”

“Weevil Underwood, you were damned awesome out there!” Joey bent down to ruffle Weevil’s hair. “I wish I could turn into an awesome spider… god… thingy too!”

“You see?” Yami Yugi squatted to Weevil’s eye level. “If you just believe in the heart of the cards and see the errors of your ways, you have the potential to be a great duelist.”

“And if it wasn’t for you, my evil persona would still be plaguing me,” Marik added with a bow. “I am forever in your debt.”

“…Yeah, I’ll have to agree,” Kaiba hesitated. “You’re quite the worthy rival to the pharaoh. After me, of course.”

“K-Kaiba…” Weevil could feel light tears in the corners of his eyes. “Thank you… so much… for saving Rex… Not even all the cards in the world are… worth as much as him…”

Joey waited a while for Weevil to say something else and grew concerned when he didn’t receive a response. “Weevil! No… No! Not after you just came back to us!”

Kisara and Mana knelt down to check for vital signs. After confirming that Weevil – along with Rex – was indeed alive, Kisara spoke, “Relax, Joseph. They’re alive. They’re just out cold and in need of rest.”

“Hahaha…” Joey wiped away his few tears. “I-I knew that!”

“Mana, you and Kisara will take these two to the palace’s infirmary.” Yami Yugi ordered. “The two of you will be responsible for caring for them. We’ll follow in a little bit, after I’ve told Kaiba what I’ve learned today.”

#yugioh #ygo #shrimpshipping #thief king bakura #prideshipping #fanfiction

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chapter 3 Duran

I stood in a small room looking through a small window overlooking the sea shore. The view was superb with an overlooking gaze over a glorious coastal city with large complexes sprouting out of the ground like a proverbial forest and markets surrounding most of them like the grass floor of one. I was told the weather was warm and pleasant and I can see from the window that it was a beautiful clear sky today. I turned my head towards a single mirror hanging on the wall and I saw my own reflection within it. To give an accurate description of myself I’m 7 ft tall, a very stocky metallic being with clawed hands and a symmetrical head with two rounded eyes. My arms and legs resemble human ones and are interchangeable.

          I looked at my chest and opened it up to inspect my insides. There were extra spare parts and some crystals inside. “Hmfp, at least he didn’t damage it too much.” I turned my gaze towards to a single crystal with a single crack irradiating arcane energy at my very core. “Should take some time to fix it but what can go wrong with waiting a little longer.”

          Knock knock “Duran, you ready.” I heard a voice coming from the wooden door. The room was nice enough with its nicely crafted wooden interior and literal giant sized bed clocking in at about three feet high and 11 feet length. Sadly I don’t need sleep but it does room together.

          “I’ll be right with you in a moment.“  I closed my chest cavity and walked towards the door. I grasped the knob and turned taking a peek outside. There was nothing there even as I turned my head both ways.

"Ahem, down here.” A low raspy voice caught my attention and I proceeded to look down as it commanded.

          “Oh, kulen didn’t know it was you.“ I saw a short green man with bulbul’s feet and arms two sizes too big for his body and a face with jagged teeth and a nose that resembled a beak. Kulen is one of many oddities I’ve have found in this city, apparently, he is called a goblin, A race of small green humanoids that clock in at 3ft mostly living as merchants. He was wearing leather armor that was dark blue with a cloth headdress covering all but his face with a pitch-black scarf.

          "So they send you as an escort. Guess they still don’t trust me.” He simply nodded to my remark.

          "Well can’t blame the superiors. Well, you can but not directly please and don’t mention me, I need their paychecks.  Besides its best to be cautious of someone, who two weeks into their espionage mission suddenly turns traitor to the other side.”

          "I just saw those I served under as petty and saw the plan of attack they had planned. I won’t play steward or herald to such a massacre.“ I said back to the disgruntled little man but he gave a little smirk to what I said.  

           "And the legion accepts the defection with open arms but we still need precautions, we are still a military group after all.” He said straining to sound sincere.

          I heard little about this “legion”. Apparently, it’s a military group that “deals" with magical incursions. Beyond that, they said nothing to me and just left me to sit in one of their fortress in a city called Kollesta. We cut the conversation short and walked through a long hallway dotted with stone doors and two-way mirrors, the interrogation rooms. I’ve made several trips here to reaffirm my story to the interrogator’s they keep sending my way probably in attempts to see if I change my story and have apple reason to call me a double agent just so they can hang me. As we walked down the marble corridors the two-way mirrors filled with questionable characters ranging from strange to mystifying.

          I passed by one with what looked like a human made out of flames barely held together by garments looking to be more comfortable in a dessert arguing vigorously with a women with horns and leather wings in bronze armor consisting of bracers, sandals and a dagger-like short sword that looked more suitable for stabbing than the usual function of slashing.

          "Is that armor typical here or is it a stylistic choice?“ I inquired as I stood watching the winged woman argue with the burning man.

          "Depends could be a mercenary but the look of the armor screams demigod to me.”

          I quickly turn to face him to see if he was straight faced about that line. “You’re kidding right?”

          "Uh no, no I’m not kidding you. That woman probably comes from new-Athens or Jade city, both of them have populations that are nearly entirely demigods. Kind of a dumping grounds of unwanted godly children.” He kept a serious face with a bit of that smirking grin he always had but I just stood there and waited for the “gotcha” line I was sure was going to come. “Well if you’re done gawking, we should get on the move to the infirmary.”

          With a renewed focus we walked pass the interrogation rooms into several blank hallways dotted only by some doors and the occasional painting. I kept a keen eye out for more of these demigods that Kulen talked about. In my culture, the appearance of one usually was the prelude of either great fortune or devastation but usually the latter. The fact there are enough to have two cities devoted to them gave me considerable shock…. just how. Just how much time must their gods have to pork and sire children must they do anything else.

“I would imagine someone would be overwhelmed by this information. *sigh*, If I can’t make a statue not be overwhelmed by this knowledge how will I do it with a 15-year-old girl. He He he.”   I started to share in the laughter. The goblin was not a small comfort in this complex, he was the only one who didn’t see potential threat nor had the urge to try to rip my head off. He has also been gracious in telling me as much as he can of his organization and about this city.

“Trust me when I say that I’m doing fine, the fact something new is behind every corner excites me more than anything besides I can still offer my services to help with… her.” She was a matter of delicacy. Kulen told me that she was attacked by my old comrades and was sent through what they referred to as a shadow gate, a portal using one shadow as the entrance. Apparently, her soul was pulled out of her body when it came out the other end and the medics think she should wake today.

“About that Duran, I trust but will she Trust you.” His word stung me, I’m well aware of what my old comrades tried to do to her but perhaps if I explain it to her I can offer some help. I can help her adjust to her new life at least as something for her misfortune.  

“Perhaps, how about if we both talked to her?”

“Maybe Duran, but I mustn’t take chances on this.” His words stung a little but I understand the rationale behind them enough to shrug it off. We were on our path again and walked through the grayish stone floor and black obsidian walls clashing with the scarlet doors. We stopped in front of a mass of people running between dozens of doors crossing every which way in white gowns, leather suits and heavy armor with wheeled beds. The beds have comatose patients in all kinds of garments but there was a single trend, most were human. Some were very dark skinned while others are very pale or little of both, the coloring blending of humans fascinated me very much. Are there near limitless combinations? Are some stronger than others? How does it transpire? It all permeated in my head but I shook off the thoughts as we got to the room we were looking for.

“How is her condition? I asked immediately

“She is stable and woke up for few seconds about a day ago. The shamans said they identified the problem and they say they can fix it now.” The room was isolated from the chaos of the other rooms, a lonely island in a giant sea of attendants and crying families. There were two guards that caught my attention, two very interesting looking soldiers with six arms and three faces. They were both in very heavy armor that perplexing had large spots of unprotected skin on the stomachs, hands and feet. I see they have Great…. The confidence I guess? The Arms and top of the head were buried in heavy, shimmering heaps of armor but rather than being protective it was mostly decorative but the arms seem very well designed, might make a pair of my own.

“What are those? I looked down at Kulen who seemed in the process of nearly soiling his pants. “Aaaah Kulen you all right buddy? He didn’t seem to move or even notice my question, just staring at the warriors. “All right, I’m sorry in advance Kulen.” I opened my chest cavity and picked out my non-sharp hands which resembled humans ones with five fingers and started to carefully replace my own arms by removing one at a time and then using the newly equip appendage to attach the other one and braced to backhand some sense into him. I put my hand in the right position and carefully gauged how much force to use. PHAW. I applied little force but Kulen nearly flew across the hallway but thankfully he seemed to pick himself up and seemed to compose himself now.

   “I’m alright I believe I’m mostly all right. Although there is troubling news I have to deal with now.” He started to stare at them again but then he started to walk towards them, visibly trying to look more imposing to the creatures. “I see the Asura clans have donated your services to the legion. I hope that you’re not the last of them.” Though his words were ones of gratitude there was audible fear and reluctance as he said it.

“The Hindu pantheon saw fit that the Asuras give their strength to the legion in the light of recent events.” The first of the pair said

“We came along with some demigods from Jade city that also came for enlisting.” said the other whose only distinction from the other was that he was of blue skin and the other was of red skin. After that, I thought I would have to slap him again because the same dumbfounded face of despair was popping up again.

“I see, well again I hope you enjoy serving for the legion from now on.” He bowed his head and proceeded to walk into the room as the Asuras gave me dirty looks with all of their heads. “Don’t mind him he’s with me.” He said promptly.

“Is he some sort of golem sire or some sort of prisoner you’re not taking seriously? The red one asked

"No, he’s a new enlistee, Fresh from the clutches of the enemy, this one right here. One look at a decorative officer and he went up to him and joined our cause so would have to say officially he is your co-worker.” After that remark the Asuras backed away from me and started to do their best to avoid looking away from me, then the moment I dreaded for a day or so happened. The room was very crowded with two officers of the legion standing in the corner with going right to left are a wolf man and a man in heavy golden armor with a spear in the right hand. The wolf man was wearing what looked like a mix of leather and cloth armor with a cloth tabard covering the chest and arms and leg guards. There were also three humans surrounding one teenage girl in a hospice bed, who when given the circumstances was looking quite peaceful in her bed. She had long dark hair that had a bit of a curled look. There were two humans on both sides of the bed, the one on the right had a pale complexion with red hair that seemed for lack of a better term fake. She had on strange garments as well and not the good kind of strange as I saw from all the people in the facility but more in the sense it just looked strangely made and boring. She had a plain cloth-like shirt with the single design of a plush feline on the front of it and trousers of a strange material with a few ripped patches. The other was slightly tanned but not on the level of the hospitalized girl who was a brownish color but more in the realm of half way with a jacket over a plain bluish cloth-like shirt like the girl on the right. Same kind trousers too no ripped patches, though, are humans more herd based when it comes to fashion? There was a third human of dark brown complexion who sat at the foot of the bed burying his head in his hands. He had a red shirt and same trousers as the first two again herd mentality. His head was interesting, though, to be more specific his hair which looked liked a field of corn that barely sprouted from the soil.

“These are her friends?” I looked down at my green friend looking for an answer but he slowly walked towards the red haired girl.

“Has she woken up again Amber?” She turned her head to meet Kulen’s face and she looked like she been neglecting rest. “You have not have been getting sleep have you?”

“I have been staying awake since Mira first got up but it has been hours and …I just want to be awake when she finally comes too.” She looked extremely tired and about ready to collapse at any moment.

“Don’t worry; there are some people who deal with problems of the soul that are coming.” A golden armored soldier finally said from the corner.

“Uhhh my head feels like a pile of bricks.” The girl in the hospital bed slowly rose rubbing the back of her head with a pained expression on her face. The red haired girl started to hug her immediately while the two male’s moods seemed to brighten up when they laid eyes on her.

“Oh oh right the death hugs, sorry Mira.” Amber released the girl from her surprisingly iron gripped hug.

“No, it’s alright I think I’m fine now, Amber what’s with the green guy, walking statue, wolf-man and a burly man in golden armor?” She seemed dazed by the creatures all around her but not frightened, not the least bit which kind of surprises me I would’ve thought she would have fainted but nope she just is mildly surprised.

“ Hmph, when I first saw them I nearly screamed my head off. Damien tried to calm me down but I ended up punching him in the face.” The tanned human started to instantly rub the left side of his face with a pained look in his eyes.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT MONSTROSITY DOING HERE!?” The girl identified as Mira gave an accusatory finger in my direction.

“Guess your memory is still intact. My name is Duran and I’m the reason you’re not being sold at a deli in Albadon.” She didn’t appear to take solace in my words instead seeming to just take it as an insult.

“You had me and Amber in a choke hold on a tree while trying to stop one of your friends from using us as experiments!” The wolfman started to get out of the corner.

“Actually that was me under cover making sure they get their comeuppance, you just appeared out of nowhere making it more complicated.” His voice had a hint of some sort of gruff accent but damned if I know what kind it is.

“And for your information girl I hated that bastard for longer than you been alive.”

“Cram it you too, she has been through enough already. Tal-no and Kalzoron please stand outside let me break the situation to her gentle.” The two soldiers begrudgingly left the room leaving me and Kulen with the humans, oh joy this is going to be a fond experience.

“So I guess you’re in charge of this place?” The other humans started to gather around her giving me dirty looks but I didn’t really mind I should have expected the icy reception. I do want to help Kulen though.

“Why yes I am, my name is Kulen a commander in the military group known as the legion. What is the last thing you remember Ms. Mira?”

She started to tell us about her dream. I stared at her in mild surprise at her descriptions of her dream especially about the city being buried in water and the tower, the first of which cached Kulen attention.

“I’m sorry to say this but that vision about the tidal wave did happen. The east coast of the United States is halfway in the ocean and the entirety of human technology has apparently been disabled.” The humans didn’t take the news greatly from my perspective most of them with expressions akin to that of a child that told her entire family died.

“Wh… what about our families and town are they safe or at least being protected?” The red headed human seemed to almost beg for an answer from Kulen as if he can make it seem like it never happened or perhaps rewrite everything so that they were still in their town at least trying to comfort their families.  

“Your town was sadly near the land invasion but we manage to save move some people from the area but not all of them regrettably your parents may be in the mix but we can’t be sure. Besides Miss Mira, your talk of this Zelnam is of more concern especial of his supposed gift.”

“Why is that more of a concern than if our families still alive he could have been a fever dream for all we know.” Kulen just swings his head back and forth at this.

“For all, we know he is a spirit who wants to take over your body or a rogue god trying to make a new cult.”

“A rogue god? What constitutes a rogue god?”My question fell on the death ears of Kulen but it seems to interest the humans, though.

“Wait for a god; what are you trying to say here, green man?” Kulen seemed to compose himself, trying to find the right words to lie upon them like a criminal put before a judge.

“I saying that you are no longer in the comforting world of concrete and steel. Now humanity is face to face with shadows of the past and the shadows have grudges to settle and old duties that must be affirmed.” He seemed to ramble off about higher powers like he was of the cloth of some cult and I should know I worked (although briefly) with such an individual. His words were foreboding and from my minute days of spying in Asia the humans are going to have a …short war with my old homeland.“Duran, would you have an arcane or mana crystal of some kind in that chest cabinet of yours?”

“Better, I have one fused together why?”

“I need to demonstrate something to these people.” I did as he asked and grabbed out the crystal. The crystal was blue and purple with the shape of a cube with spiked edges. I bent down and put it his hands and he put it front her on her lap.

“What’s this for?” As she reached out to touch it a dust like energy started to absorb itself into her hand. “Why is it doing that?”

“Well, it appears that this so-called “gift” This Zelnam promised seems to be arcane magic and possible some other form of it.” The girl ripped her hand from the crystal and proceeded to stare at it with a look of abject horror.

“Is that a bad thing or is it something that will blow me up?”

“If you don’t learn to control it but for now it’s probably best for to rest here especially you amber, gets some sleep. Damien and Alex please go with Duran to the market for some food shopping, here some money.” He handed me pieces of gold, silver, and platinum. “Tal-no will come with you so you won’t get lost.”

The two boys followed me out the door begrudgingly, especially the dark one who must be Alex. We walked down the infirmary to an enormous reception room with an immense ceiling mosaic depicting a human male holding up the world over his shoulder with an inscription saying Mundus super nos. “You aren’t still mad me are you?”

“Well the scar on my neck from your friend sword hasn’t gone away but you seem decent enough beside I blame myself for getting us in that situation.”  

“Mind if I ask why you think that is not as though you’re the one who leads them … there.” The sudden words were apparently the hammer on the soft skull as the human started to look down on his feet.

“I drag them all there for a project for my science class that I need help with. Mira saw a light in the trees and we got worried and followed her and …you know the rest.” I see why the human feels responsible now but it still not his fault but it’s better for him to figure out himself. After that bit of awkwardness, we meet with Tal-no the golden warrior from the infirmary.

“Sorry, but you are wanted with Caduceus in the interrogation rooms.” Kalzoran the wolfman came rushing in out of nowhere looking haggard.  

“May I ask why, why does he need me for?” The question was stuck in the air I start to piece together his meaning. “Fine, I’ll go there and help him, just guide the humans to the market.

Great I have to back to where I started an hour ago, this time with a wolf man that was almost as awkward as that Alex boy. But the most frustrating part is that I will have to talk to the people I stabbed in the back. "Well, something had to ruin this day."