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xxkitty13 · 5 months

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Vampire AU

Lawlu- Vampire Law x Human Luffy

Law can’t resist the lubooty ;) More -> Part 2

It was a typical night for Law. Alone in his bedroom, enjoying the tranquility of the deserted island. The castle he resides in is not large nor extravagant, it is small. He did not mind it, there’s ample amount of space for him, anymore would be a waste.

Although, he did take luxury of the large bed. A size that would fit five people. Law had no intention of sharing it, he liked the life of solitude. He did have his subordinates, but he grants them free will. Time to time he meets with them. Rarely does he give them direct orders. The bear under his lead will sometimes guard the island by choice. Whether he’s away or not, the bear is attached. Law tolerates it.

The time of day did not matter to Law, he’ll rest when he feels like it. Usually, he goes without sleep for days as he boards himself in the laboratory. Today he takes the time to sleep. The eye bags are proof of the lack of rest. He closes his eyes to drift into a slumber, but a booming crash shook the walls of the castle.

He grits at the mayhem and hastily gets out of his bed. He scurries to the direction of the sound and dust fills the place. He waves the accumulation of rising particles to get a better look of the damage.

“Ack!” Someone coughs out.

“Who’s there? Show yourself!”

More coughing emerged as the dust settled.

The outline of a small figure is presented. The first thing Law noticed was a straw hat.

“Sheesh, that hurt more than I thought.”

Law groaned. The view is now clear and in front of him stood a young man. A flimsy one with big doe eyes. His outfit is rather strange to him, an opened red vest, shorts, and sandals.

The smaller man patted the debris off his clothing and gave a cunning grin.

“You. State your identity.”

“Me?” The straw hat asked, his eyes widen at the deep voice. His eyes smile at him, Law looked at him in disgust. “I’m Monkey D. Luffy and you are?”

“Tsk, I’m the owner of this property and you broke my wall.”

Luffy looked at the hole and rubbed the back of his head. “Oops, I’m sorry I had a running with a wild beast.”

Could it have been Bepo? No, he’s not here. There are other creatures that inhabit the island. Still, he’s surprised the tiny human could outrun them.

“I don’t know what’s your purpose on this island, but you will face the consequences.”

Law opened his mouth to show his large fangs. The little bastard interrupted his sleep and ruined a portion of his home. As he commenced to pounce on him, Luffy gasped.

“Wow so cool!” he shouts, eyes enlarged in excitement.

Confused at his reaction, he stops.

“Are you vampire?” Luffy asks taking a step forward.

Perplexed by his lack of fear, he backs away. “Yes, I’m a vampire.”

The younger man stretches his arm out to touch the vampire’s fangs. Law grabs his wrist before he could. “You can stretch?” A series of questions pop in his head, not only can he enlarge himself, the boy is also crazy.

Chuckling at the comment, “I’m made of rubber. See.” His other arm stretches towards his face, poking one of the fangs. Law snarls at him and attempts to bite his finger.

“Ah! Don’t do that!” He retreats his hand and frees himself from his grip. “Are you going to eat me?”

The vampire furrowed his eyebrows. Can he? Will his teeth penetrate through his skin? Only one way to find out. He smirks. “Perhaps.”

Luffy drops to his knees and pleads at the taller man. “No, please don’t eat me! I won’t taste good. Meat tastes so much better,” he cries.

Appalled by this, Law steps away. Luffy eyes glimmer from the excess water. Those brown orbs resonate for mercy. He hates confronting strong emotions.

“Tsk.” He turns away. “Fine, just fix your mess. I’m going to sleep.”

Luffy jumps in joy. “Thank you! Um. . . vampire guy?”

“It’s Trafalgar. . . Trafalgar Law.”

“Tra- what?”— He scratches his head at the name— “Tra-guy? Torao?”

“Trafalgar!”

“Ah, thanks Torao!”

Law scrunches his face in annoyance. “Whatever don’t bother me. We’ll settle this later.”

He leaves Luffy alone and heads up the stairs to his bedroom.

The straw hat man looks at the large hole in the wall. He sighs at the mess. "How do I fix a wall?" A loud grumble stopped his trace of thoughts. "I'm hungry. I need to eat first." He turns observe the rest of the building. It looked small on the outside, but the inside is like a maze. He’ll go through the trouble of wondering the labyrinth for the kitchen.

"I can't ask Torao, he said not to bother him. Well, I guess I have to explore this place." He smiles walking down a dark hallway. "Wow this castle is cool and spooky, this will be fun!"

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Law returned to his dark cavern. Even though he’s a creature of the night, he still needs his sleep. His body plopped on the bed, craving the sheets on it. The straw hat pondered his mind. How did he arrive on the island? Who is he? Most importantly, why wasn’t the human afraid?

Just looking at those innocent eyes did something to him. He palms his face at the thought.

“Get a grip.”

Darkness fades the view around him. As his eyes shut, he wonders if Luffy will repair the damage. The young man appeared to have no thoughts behind those doe eyes. He’s pretty sure he has no idea how to build a wall.

“Shit.”

His eyes are wide open now. “I left him alone. Stupid.” Law runs out his room and heads to Luffy.

"Crap, where did he go? Why did I leave a stranger alone in my castle?"

Elsewhere, Luffy found the basement of the place. Despite the secrete passageway filled with spiderwebs and dead remains of animals, he found it interesting. Going deeper in the hallway, he came across two steel doors. He opened the large doors and entered the room.

It appeared to be a laboratory. Weird science equipment covered the room. A flat steel table sat in the middle of the room.

His stomach growled.

“Man, where’s the food in this place?”

He continued to explore the lab and found a door at the back. Curious of what held inside, he opened it and was met with cold air. It’s a freezer storage. All over the walls hanged frozen items. Taking a closer look, the meat like structures were covered in ice. Shelves that surrounded the walls contained weird jars of specimens. Not caring much about it, he focused his attention to the large fridge situated across the room.

“Food!”

Luffy rushed to open the refrigerator. Inside held numerous blocks of ice. Puzzled by the frozen cubes, his smile faded. He grabbed one and inspected it. Lub-dub. The ice cube contracted. It was strange, lub-dub, it moved again. The block contained an odd red muscle. Luffy shrugged thinking it was a weird piece of meat. His mouth opened to take a bite, but before he could, someone barged in.

“Don’t eat it you idiot!”

Startled, the straw hat dropped the frozen organ. Law was appalled at the sight. He immediately picked up the cube and placed in back in the refrigerator.

“What kind of person eats a heart?!”

“A heart?”

“Yes, you moron!”

“Oh, no wonder why it looked funny,” he chuckled.

A vein popped out of Law’s temple.

“I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone. How did you find this place?”

“I was walking around, and I started touching around the walls. Then my hand pressed against the stone in one of the walls and it was pushed in. An opening appeared with stairs. Now I’m here,” he said with a large grin.

“What else did you see?”

“Mmm, just this weird room. Is there food around? I’m hungry.”

Luffy began to exit the storage room, but Law grabbed his arm.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving to catch one of those beasts.”

“You think I’ll let you get away? You know too much.”

“Huh-”

Law tossed the straw hat against the wall of the freezer. The frozen meat hanging on the sides fell on top of him. Shoving it out his way, he noticed the shape of the object. The remains appeared to be human like. The situation slowly sinks in with Luffy. He panics at the lifeless skull attached to the remains. He screams, backing away in disgust.

"You killed him!"

Reality finally hits him, he's a wicked vampire. He looks around the room, vials filled with blood, containers with persevered organs, and corpses were all evidence of his hunt. Luffy thought Law was joking about eating him, but he was wrong.

Using his ability, he stretches his arm and punches Law out the way. He runs towards the large door of the lab, but the vampire magically appears in front him.

"What?!"

Law grabs him and pins him down to the floor.

"You're not going anywhere," he snarls showing his sharp canines.

"Please, I don't want to die!" Luffy pleads, afraid of the man above his body.

“Shut up,” he grits. Law stares at his prey underneath him. Those eyes again.

The vampire groans. When has he shown mercy to intruders? He hesitates to rip open the exposed neck. "Tsk." His golden irises beam onto Luffy's soft brown ones. He exhales and gets off his body.

He facepalms as he bites his lip. It was weird, he could almost smell the blood underneath his skin. He's never experienced this. Despite only knowing his name, he finds himself drawn to him. However, his vampiric instincts are calling for bloodlust.

"Go."

Luffy looks at him perplexed. "You're letting me go?"

"I said go!" Law snaps his head towards his direction. His golden eyes were now bright red. This startled Luffy. Not wanting to find out about the sudden change in his demeanor, he pivots and dashes to the doors.

In trashing his way out, he hits a corner of a stranded medical cart. A sharp scalpel cuts his arm.

The small wound was enough for the vampire to snap. The scent of the blood sparked something inside of him.

"RUN."

A tone of venom rolled off of Law’s tongue. The urging face of hunger made Luffy to rush out the laboratory. Adrenaline rushed through his blood vessels; he followed wherever his legs took him.

The straw hat ran up the stairs to the ground level of the castle. In a frenzy, he touched the walls in hopes to close the entrance to the basement. His hand found the hidden button and caused the floor to shift below him. He could see the vampire hustling his way up, but before he could jump out, the entrance closed in time.

“Whew, the was close,” he sighs, rubbing the sweat off his forehead.

Those words jinxed him.

“Room. Shambles.”

Law appeared before him.

“What?! You did it again!”

The taller man grabbed his throat and smashed him to the nearby wall. “I got you,” he grins, purposely showing his canines.

Luffy’s hands wrap around his wrist, trying to remove the death grip around his neck. He picked his legs up and stretched them out to push Law away. Using great force, he smashes the vampire against the other side of the hallway. The stone crumbles over him and smothers him in the pile. The straw hat uses this opportunity to flee.

“Ah! How do I lose him?!”

In the rock pile, Law lays with a smirk. “Hmm.” He sits up, causing the rubbish to fall off, and stares at the human running in dismay.

“Room.”

Popping from behind, he goes to embrace Luffy. Now in his arms, he uses his ability to teleport them to his bedroom. The two land on his grand bed.

Lost in words, Luffy could only stare at his captor pinning him down.

“Will it hurt?”

The vampire hums as he removed the straw hat from his head. “It won’t kill you,” he simply says.

Luffy closed his eyes and prepared for the worst. Licking his lips, Law drew to the side of his neck. His hot breath blew on the exposed flesh, making him shiver.

“Relax little human, you’ll enjoy this.”

Luffy hitched at the warm wetness sliding against him. The tongue was surprisingly hot, he thought vampires were cold-blooded creatures. His hands grip the bedsheets as he felt the tip of his sharp teeth caress his tender flesh.

He gulps, feeling himself excite a little at the feeling. With one last breath, Law sinks his teeth in.

“Ah-” he groans at the flashing pain.

The vampire sucks the warm red liquid in delight- the best he’s had. He savors the young man’s blood, only wanting more. Law embraces Luffy close, grinding on him slowly. He whimpers at the overwhelming sensation and lets himself be consumed.

Law sucked gently, humming against the wound. With a flushed face, the human lets out a soft moan, forgetting about the pain in the beginning. Satisfying his thirst, the vampire licked the open holes.

He lets the human go for a brief moment. The bloodlust fades as he gets clarity of the situation. Law didn’t mean to bite him, but he doesn’t regret it. The human’s blood is vastly different- it’s addicting. A powerful drug that only he could possess. It became clear on what he has to do.

Still processing the bite, Luffy eyes opened to a dark gaze from the vampire. In a quick motion, Law turns his body over. A painful bite is felt at his nape.

The human screams in agony. The pain was quick, and Law licked the oozing liquid.

“It’s done. You’re mine.”

Luffy runs his hand over the large bite mark, wincing at the touch. He rubs the tears off his eyes and turns to his side.

“Yours? I don’t belong to no one.”

“Hmm,” Law hums and smirks at his comment.

His long fingers trace his bite at the nape, making the smaller male wince.

“Don’t touch me.”

“This bite says otherwise. You’re marked by me,” he says leaving a trail of kisses to the previous bite mark.

He squirms at the touch of his lips. Law chuckles at his reaction. “You can’t say you didn’t like it,”— his mouth nears his ear— “I heard you moan.”

“I-” Luffy face reddens. “I still don’t belong to you,” he huffs.

“Mugiwara-ya.”

His ears twitch at the name.

“You’re hungry, aren't you? Let me compensate you with a dinner.”

Luffy livens up at the word. “Dinner?!” He grabs his hat and rushes out the room.

Law looked at him in shock. How did he get the energy to move like that?

“Don’t just stand there. I want to eat now!”

“Will you submit to me if I give you what you want?”

The straw hat squints his eyes at the vampire. There’s no way he’ll let Law get his way, but the proposal intrigued him.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

A devious smile plastered on Luffy’s face.

“Get ready to give me a lifetime supply of meat!” He grins.

“Huh? Wh-”

Luffy wraps his arm around Law and draws him close. He struggles to break the hold, but it was no use.

“Alright let’s go eat!”

The vampire goes limp in defeat. “What did I get myself into?”

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rafayelpochii · 1 year

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Better | Bachira Meguru x FEM!reader

tw: none

requests for bllk x reader is open!<33

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"Finally!" you chimed gleefully, tiptoes making it's way towards your cozy bed before slumping yourself right into it, not minding how your body sprawled on top with the sheets messed up.

You sighed, closing your eyes as you stretched and yawn, feeling relieved after studying the entire lesson your class had discussed for the whole month. A smile formed on your face as you enjoy the pleasant scent of the neat sheets you were at, it somewhat gives an indescribable sensation to you– cushion almost lulling you to slumber. Just as you're about to completely doze off, the sound of your stomach grumbling disrupted your sleepiness.

Ah crap I forgot to eat dinner. you cussed on your mind.

Sighing slightly you got off from the bed and made your way downstairs towards the kitchen, the creaking sound on the wooden floor with your every step, disrupted the silence of the surrounding— speaking of disrupted, you heard the door bell rang causing you to switch your attention towards the door nearby– wondering who could be outside this late hour. Honestly, you didn't invite anyone to visit you today because you wanted to focus on studying.

You shaked your thoughts off and just walked towards the door without hesitations- the sound of the knob clicking as you turned it open.

You agaped.

Eyes wide open.

Both brows arching up like an arch bridge. Head tilting to one side due to confusion

"M-meguru?"

"Ow ow, that hurts y/n-cchi" the bob-cut young man pouted in pain— or was he in pain?. Meguru was now smiling at you as you continued on cleaning and applying antibiotics on the scrapes and wounds on his cute face which you couldn't help but to stare at it every single day.

"Just a bit, it's almost done" you replied, eyes focused on your task. Apparently, he told you he got into a teeny weeny accident while practicing football, resulting his current state at the moment and decided to stop by at your place to ask you if you could treat his wounds— seriously, you were completely freaking out earlier when he told you about that and he just spoke those like he was happy on what had happen to him.

"Take your time— besides the more the time, the more the moment I'll look at my beautiful girlfriend 's face, right?" Meguru said cheerfully with a smile plastered on his face, eyes closed.

seriously this guy

You bit the flesh on the side of your mouth when you heard that from him, orbs dilating, as your heart keeps on thumping faster than normal.

Ofcourse, you both had been dating for almost a few months now already, but you still couldn't hide the fact that you get easily flustered in everything he says or do to you— he was the bestest among the best boyfriend in the world, you must say. Meguru noticed how your eyes enlarged earning a small chuckle from him before leaning his head closer to you with a smile. "Megur-"

"Hey Y/n-cchi, you're so cute when you're flustered" he cutted you off– a big smile formed on his lips.

Your lips parted— your (e/c) eyes locking with his bright yellow ones.

Ofcourse you weren't ready for that. You didn't got the time to even prepare your heart for that. You were completely taken aback from what your boyfriend had said. Honestly, it wasn't the first time he said something like that to you, but whenever he said something beautiful like that, you can't help but to get all flustered and all.

Blinking a few times, you quickly ended the long staring contest which ofcourse your boyfriend's victory– you were the first one to look away tho. "I-I'm done now" you failed to say those in your normal voice. The slight feeling of agitation crept and stayed into your whole nerves, your cheeks burning slightly— who wouldn't? The Bachira Meguru was still staring at you.

Were you creeped out?— definitely not.

Were you flustered?— hundred percent yes

Bachira on the other hand was completely lost on admiring you too much that he only got back to his senses when you called him a few times, telling him that you're finished treating his wounds. He thanked you with a hugest and genuine smile before touching the bandage on top of his nose bridge with a pout.

How could he be this adorable without even trying?

You partially smiled on your thoughts before you got up from the floor and decided to return the kit you used back to the drawers where it belongs. Which reminds you, you still haven't eaten anything yet so you told Meguru that you're heading to the kitchen to get yourself some food, but the said male was fast to react- it didn't take him five seconds and he was already infront of you, completely blocking your way— your feet glued on the floor, you couldn't move.

"Hey Y/n-cchi~" he whined like a kid. "Can you do something about this?— it's a bit sore" he said in his infamous tone, pointing on his own nose bridge where the bandage was placed. "I think a kiss might do the trick" he winked at you with his tongue sticking out.

thump

There goes your heart, rapidly beating as if you just ran on an athletic race. "Come on please." he continued leaning his head closer to you while still pointing at his nose. "Kisseu!Kisseu! Y/n-cchi's gonna kis-"

You shushed him and managed to cover his mouth, not trying to wake anyone up in the house but your persistent boyfriend kept on cheering even though he only let out a muffle sound. "Fine alright, just don't wake everyone up" you whispered, a slight chuckle vibrating out of your throat.

Your boyfriend, Meguru, on the other hand was more than excited to feel your kiss again- just so you know he had been waiting for it since earlier. "Ookaay~ I'm ready" Meguru chimed, his whimsical demeanor emerging. You let out a sigh as you readied yourself to give your boyfriend his awaited and deserve kiss of the day

Closing your eyes you let yourself leaned closer to him, inch by inch until you finally let your soft lips touched the bridge of his nose tenderly and full of love— it was all too beautiful, the undescribable sensation that awakened once more was too much yet so light to your heart. Meguru formed a small smile as his lids slowly gave up from the same undescribable feeling you had. He was so grateful to have you as his for himself— he would do anything to make you happy and that's what you wanted to do for him too. In all, you both were so inlove to each other that no one and nobody could ever tore you both apart- no matter what.

"How's that?" you had manage to ask, fighting the fluttering butterflies on your stomach. Your whimsical boyfriend smiled widely and spread his arms– offering you for a huge snuggle which you always couldn't refuse, not once, not the slightest and not a bit.

"Ah I'm all better now" he chuckled with his infamous tone as he rested his chin on top of your head, both of his arms wrapped around you tight— swaying you back and forth playfully, humming his made up tune- you could only respond a muffled giggle.

You closed your eyes and let out a dreamy sigh– who knew Bachira's made up lullaby would lull you to your slumber.

You curved a smile.

What a better remedy after such an exhausting day indeed.

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(a/n: nah ik this one's bad pls don't come at me:) my bad I literally wrote this late at night already haha and my brain's not functioning well at the moment but i tried lol anyways what do y'all think about this one? I would be very happy if y'all share your thoughts! and also votes and comments are highly appreciated<33 see y'all next update! pls visit the info page if y'all want to request)

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sailor-rinn · 2 years

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#good lord this took two hours #if you make gifs: i have a new appreciation of you now #orb #pondering my orb #ENLARGE YOUR ORB TODAY #wizard #meme #orb meme

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zhongliologist · 3 years

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Breeding Kink | Dragon!Zhongli

Pairing: Zhongli x fem!reader

Genre: SMUTTTT!!

Words: 4.6k

A/N: So uh yeah, this was mainly inspired by hcs from @genshin-spice!! thank you for the ideas sjkdha as well as the asks I have received! I decided to combine them into one fic bc im lazy i hope u like it jkasdha

Warning: THIS IS AN 18+ FIC, SO MINORS OUT THERE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

It was in the dead of the night.

Zhongli breathed in; eyes dilated.

His study was quiet—yet all he could hear was his heart beat pounding violently against his chest and the sound of skin rubbing against skin.

He couldn’t take it.

In Zhongli’s mind was an image of you in positions you have never been before. He could see you on the bed as he pins you down, ass high up as he gripped on your waist until bruises form. He could see sheathing himself completely into you, reeling at the erotic sounds which escaped your lips as he roughly thrusts in and out.

The grip of his hand tightened, moving up and down his enlarged shaft. Zhongli grunted as he felt his digits grind on a particularly sensitive spot. It would’ve been better if it was your mouth instead of his hands.

“YN….! Nghh…!”

Ignoring his locks thrown askew by his movements, Zhongli continued to see you in his mind’s eyes. Precious, beautiful; more than any stone or gem in the world. He’ll spread you out, pleasuring you and worshipping your body with his tongue. In every turn, he would leave his marks, proving that you were his and his only.

“Ahh…darling…I just…want to…!”

He growled, speeding up the movement of his wrist. He could feel himself grow even bigger as scales begin to form on his skin, as his nails turn sharper.

Zhongli wanted you. He wanted to pound into wildly until you keen and clamp around him; until you become a staggering mess of moans and drool. You will be quivering as your orgasm washes over you, yet he wouldn’t stop. This wasn’t the time to stop.

“Ughh….haa…! YN….! YN…! I’m close—!”

He’ll push even deeper, harder; making sure the tip of his cock reaches your womb. And that’s when he’ll release his warm seed into you, filling you up until his cum is dripping from your hole, until you were spent on the bed and still shaking from the intensity.

That’s not enough, Zhongli could sense something growl in him. Not enough.

You will be screaming with oversensitivity as he pushes inside you once more, his dick still hard as he keeps on going. You will be muttering his name ceaselessly as he fills you up, cumming inside you over and over again until you get pregnant with his child.

Yes.

The image of you on the bed, exhausted from his relentless pounding as cum leaks from your hole, surely pregnant with his child burned vividly inside his imagination. It sent an overwhelming surge of pleasure towards his cock; urging him to climax.

“Nnnh—!”

In one move, Zhongli orgasmed, his cum spurting to his stomach and clothes as he breathed in heavily. He tried to calm himself down yet the image of him cumming inside you was still so fresh that his excitement wouldn’t subside.

“…what is…this…?”

It seemed like his libido has peaked dramatically in the past few weeks. Normally, he could withstand not having any sexual activity for some time, especially when you were out of town, but for some reason, all he could think about right now was fucking you senseless.

He touched the scales on his arm. It also hasn’t escaped his notice how he would often show some of his draconic features in the midst of it all. There was only one thing that he could think of.

“Could it be…”

Wait. He hasn’t been in heat for more than a thousand years, and for it to appear right now is mind boggling to the say the least. But he could no longer see this at any other angle. It must have been triggered by your presence, in some way or another. The beast in him knew how he was madly in love with you, how he had taken you as his mate, and now it wants nothing but for you to bear him offspring.

Zhongli sighed. This is a matter that should be discussed first with you. Yet his heat is upon him and if it comes to it, he had to protect you even from himself. Zhongli sighed again heavily and gazed at the wedding ring on his left finger.

“It seems the need arises to arrange necessary measures.

“Please explain to me, in some way or another,” you started. “…why I cannot see my own husband in my own house.”

With brows furrowed and arms on your hips, you glared at the offending ‘guards’ loitering around outside the bedroom as they looked at you with a panicked expressions. There were a few familiar faces like QiQi, who was busy staring at nothing and Xiangling, who simply came to visit to deliver freshly cooked dishes from Wanmin Restaurant.

“Dr. Baizhu!” you called out when you were only met with silence.

Giving you a worried look, the doctor tried to calm the situation but to no avail.

“Look, YN…” the doctor hesitated. “Mr. Zhongli is under…certain conditions which makes it dangerous for you to go anywhere near him.”

You blinked, mouth frowning as you tried to make sense of what he was trying to tell you. “And what would that be?”

Travelling around Teyvat for quite some time, you had only returned to Liyue and to your husband (of a year and a quarter) today; and to be denied access to somehow greet and touch the person you had missed so dearly only irked your frustration. You were determined that the first thing you do when you return was to run straight into his arms, kiss him hard and talk to him about an important matter in both your lives, but it seemed like the odds weren’t in your favor.

“Well,” Dr. Baizhu struggled to reply, as he was under the implicit instruction not to reveal the exact details. “All I can say is that it’s a condition where Mr. Zhongli wouldn’t be able to act properly around you. But please don’t worry, it’s not contagious and it’ll be over in a week or so.”

If anything, the vagueness only alarmed you. What illness could possibly make him lose control like that? Zhongli, as you knew him, was always someone who regarded himself with propriety and dignity. If this condition can weaken him like that, you were all the more worried.

“I…If that’s the case, then I really need to see him,” you insisted, now concern etched into your eyes. “I can’t just leave him alone like this.”

Stand firm, Dr. Baizhu. My wife is especially stubborn—he had been warned a few days before, dismissing it as something a husband would normally say about his wife, but now that he was face to face with that stubbornness he had been warned with, it seemed like he had underestimate you.

“YN…I…” he breathed in as he placed a consoling hand on your shoulders. “I would not recommend seeing Mr. Zhongli at this point—”

“Just a peek wouldn’t hurt, right?” you interrupted. “I just want to see him.”

The doctor gazed down at you with an apologetic look, fully understanding why you were desperate in your request. You haven’t seen him for quite some time, and to find him sick and unable to see him when you finally returned—he could understand. He really does. That’s why, in the end, the doctor relented. He’ll face the consequences later on.

“Alright,” Dr. Baizhu sighed. “Just a peek and nothing more, got it?”

Upon hearing his words, your face brightened up in a flash. “Thank you, doctor!”

As he led you to the door of the master’s bedroom, you followed silently behind; watching as Dr. Baizhu unlocked the door from the outside—why would they need to lock it anyway, you thought—and pushed the door slightly ajar.

You pursed your lips.

In a breath, you knocked the doctor aside and went in as quickly as you could; shutting the door behind you as he protested from the outside. Apologies, Dr. Baizhu…!

Swiftly recovering from the sudden action, you noticed that it was dark inside; the windows shut and heavy curtains blocking any stray sunshine. The only source of light was the single glowing lantern at the far end of the room which only illuminated half of your face and offered a simple silhouette of your husband sitting on the bed.

You breathed in a sigh of relief.

“Right. I don’t really have much time, and I already duped Dr. Baizhu, so I’ll make this quick. I just want you to know that I’m back, and while I do have something I want to talk about with you, I’ll wait till this gets sorted out. So if you need anything, I’m right here—”

You halted; ears trained at the low growl you just noticed.

“…Zhongli…?” you asked, apprehension rising as you took a step forward.

“Why are you here?”

He finally spoke, yet instead of the sweet deep hum of his voice, this one was a lot harsher.

“What…?” you asked, surprised at his words. “I-I just wanted to see you…”

“You’re not allowed here,” Zhongli continued as he rose from the bed, his frame seemingly much taller that usual yet the darkness had hindered you from telling clearly. “It seems Dr. Baizhu has failed to stop you.”

Brows furrowed, you spoke with a waver in your voice. “Zhongli, what’s wrong…?”

In a bat of an eye, he was in front of you, pining you against the door with his lithe form. His clutches were firm but gentle enough not to hurt you as you felt him look closely at you. Daring your eyes to open, finally, finally, you could see him.

His usual warm amber orbs were now glowing golden, his pupils turned into slits. You could see scales on his skin and horns on his head as he grasped your wrists with his clawed hands. You would’ve screamed if you weren’t too surprised. Astonishment was an understatement of how you felt at that exact moment.

“Do you now see what is wrong?” he snarled at you, his eyes narrowing.

Taking in a gulp, you tried to calm yourself. This is still Zhongli, just different. You were used to the unusual things happening around him because of his status as an ex-archon, but this just takes the cake.

“Wha—why are you half….half dragon?!” you exclaimed.

He could feel him make a disgruntled noise as his grip on you tightened. “That is of no importance. You have to leave before I lose my sense of control.”

You glared at him, finally realizing that he was still the husband you knew; probably just a bit frustrated.

“No. Tell me exactly what’s happening Zhongli. It is my responsibility as your wife to take care of you, and I can’t possibly leave you like this without knowing the full extent of the problem.”

Zhongli clicked his tongue and closed his eyes, exasperated at your mulish behavior. Why can’t you just follow obediently? He was really weak against you; even more so at that exact moment.

You can’t hold his cheeks with your hands pinned but you at least tried to console the obvious turmoil inside of him. “I’m right here, love. It’s alright…you can tell me.”

In an instant, Zhongli conceded, melting at your presence as he nuzzled himself on your neck, his breath tickling your skin. He always loved your scent; amplified by his draconic instincts, it was even more intoxicating.

“As a dragon, I am in heat,” he whispered just below your ear as you felt him smirk. “Are you still willing to help me out?”

Heat…?!

You immediately flushed at the implication of his words. Sex was no stranger in your relationship even before you became husband and wife, but for some reason, at the suggestion of Zhongli being in heat, you became bashful like a giddy schoolgirl.

“I-I…! Of course!” you replied despite the tumble in your voice. “I’m your wife, it’s only natural that we satisfy each other’s…er…sexual needs…”

Zhongli made a low chuckle as he allowed his lips to graze your skin.

“Have you understood what being in heat truly entails?” he replied, unable to contain the intensity in his voice. “This is not simply an act of making love. I will fuck you. And I will fuck hard, YN. Do you understand?”

It was incredible how his mere words were enough to make your legs shake and your lips quiver. His effect on you has always been like this, but for some reason, in his half dragon form, it had only became more powerful.

“Z-Zhongli…I—”

“This will be different from everything we did so far,” he interrupted you. “I will be rough and relentless. I will bite you and mark you that you are mine and mine only. I will not stop even if you tell me to. I will keep on pounding into you until your womb is full of my seed, and even then, I will not stop. I will breed into you until you become pregnant with my child. Do you truly understand?”

You bit your lip. His words were swirling in your head like a thick soup of lustful thoughts; pushing you into arousal. If he was meaning to scare you, then it had surely backfired.

“I do,” you replied, as he pulled away from you to look into your eyes. “And I want you to do all those things to me.”

For a moment, Zhongli stared at you; speechless and totally caught off guard by your reply. It seems like he hadn’t expected you to agree at all. You were supposed to be frightened, freaked out by his monster-like appearance, but here you are taking up the challenge as if it was nothing.

He grunted as soon as he realized you weren’t backing off. He knew who he had married.

“There is no guarantee that I can control myself later on, YN,” he cautioned you one more time. “I have no wish to hurt you, my love.”

You smiled at him, loosening his grip on your wrists and gently caressing his face. “I know, and I trust you.”

With a sigh, Zhongli stood up straight and scooped you from your place. Carrying you on his arms, he then dropped you unceremoniously on the bed with an ungraceful plop. He gazed at you from above; the power of his eyes never waning.

Because of how dark it was, you have never noticed that he was naked all over. But with the light shining just to the side, you could see his dragon features much more clearly now—dark scales scattered all over his skin, golden horns on his head, sharp claws for hands and feet, as well a tail which was moving back and forth. Shifting your eyes downward, you promptly bit your lip.

You begin to feel apprehensive. It was natural that his dick is much bigger than his human form, but could that even fit inside you? Would you even survive after being fucked with that?

“Zhongli…um….just a moment—"

“You have been warned, YN,” Zhongli finally said as he crawled above you, never breaking eye contact. “I will no longer hold myself back.”

Pining both your wrists above your head, Zhongli cupped your cheeks and captured your lips in a harsh yet searing kiss. His tongue was immediately against yours, exploring your mouth and licking your lips which he had missed for so many months.

He had your breath knocked out of you immediately, as you struggled to keep up with the rapidly electrifying pace he had set. His hands were all over your body as he kept his lips close to yours as if he was trying to devour you. Zhongli wasn’t kidding when he told you he was going to be rough.

Like a rabid beast, he quickly made work of your clothes; ripping them open with his sharp claws as he jumped from your lips to your neck—his favorite place to mark you. He knew every sensitive pulse to suck and nip at; tongue and lips meandering at every dip and rise of the muscles on your neck. Soon enough, he had left it with dark splotches of color on his wake, keening at his handiwork as if it had satisfied the animal in him.

In the sea of silken sheets and two bodies intertwined, you arched to his touch, loving how his mouth descended to your breast, flicking his tongue at your pert nipple. You could feel waves upon waves of arousal as he assaulted you lavishly with his mouth and lips—making sure he worships every inch of your body.

“Z-Zhongli…!”

You could feel his horns touch your skin, his tail twirling around your leg to spread them open; ready for him when he crosses that bridge. It didn’t help how he kept on tracing your skin with the blunt side of his claws, fascinated at how your flesh dipped; at how he was only one push behind before he draws out blood. But you were becoming increasingly sensitive the more he kept on marking your whole body and it only served to add a distinct kind of pleasure from his mouth and tongue.

He was right, this was different from everything you had done so far. This was feral, animalistic and unrestrained. All his past gentle touches were gone, only to be replaced but such an intensity that kept you panting.

“I suppose it is time to get you ready for me.”

Releasing your wrists so he can spread you open, Zhongli gazed up at you as he tore off your underwear, tossing the offending fabric to some corner of the room. You both could see how drenched you were, with him smirking at you as he dipped. And just like he said, he didn’t hold himself back.

In an instant, his tongue was around your clit; sucking and licking at the sensitive nub. You arched on the bed, your hands on his horns as you tried to hide your lustful cries. He growled at you from below, the vibrations eliciting a novel sensation which only made you even more aroused.

“Zhong…li…p-please! Wait—”

You were rapidly getting lightheaded from the sheer pleasure of his tongue, your body shaking as he swiped up your cunt, saving every drop of your juices leaking out. He kept your legs open with his strong claws, making you unable to do anything but submit to his ministrations.

Since he couldn’t insert his digits in you, he pushed his tongue into your hole; the wriggling sensation making your eyes turn. It was incredible how he felt; face buried in your cunt as he kept on licking you like a starved man.

“Oh god….! Please…please! Zhongli! I’m close…! I—”

With toes curled, you shut your eyes tight as your mouth flew open for a loud moan. Each pulse of your orgasm engulfing you with pleasure as Zhongli went on without stopping; electricity running underneath your skin.

Just like that, Zhongli pulled away and straddled you between his legs. His burning feral eyes looking down on you as he pumped his cock right before your face. You knew what he was planning to do.

“Open your mouth.”

Unable to deny him despite how lightheaded you are, you opened your lips and slowly took him in, accommodating his large girth and trying not to choke. It wasn’t like this was your first time but you were sucking off a monster of a cock, and your mouth can only fit so much of it.

Twirling your tongue around the tip, you did the best that you could. You knew where he was most sensitive in and kept attacking those places with your tongue. Licking up his shaft and sucking on a prominent vein, you slowly began to enter a lull of arousal—all you could think of was sucking him off, loving how he grinds himself inside your mouth with a guttural groan.

With his claws gripping your head, Zhongli pushed even harder, making you deepthroat him and gagging at how forceful it was. He kept on fucking your mouth, his large dick hitting the back of your throat at every thrust. It seemed painful and it was, as tears streamed down your cheeks, but you were also getting off of it, your cunt once again drenched.

You loved how full your mouth was of him, how the pain and the pleasure melded together into an incomprehensible yet hedonistic sensation. He was rough but you loved it.

Suddenly however, Zhongli pulled out from your mouth, his cock bobbing on his toned stomach. He gazed down at you who seemed to have woken up from a trance with watery eyes and pre-cum stained face.

“That’s enough. I think you’re ready.”

Dazed, you could only watch as he returned to his previous position; rubbing his cock on your drenched cunt. Every time he touches your clit, you groaned in delight—your writhing figure only served to push him further into carnality.

Without any warning, he sheathed his dick inside of you in one sharp thrust as you cried out so loudly from the sudden stimulation. He was so thick and you were so full of him in an instant; your cunt quivering from almost cumming.

“Z-Zhong…li…! Nnngh!”

The image of you underneath him—back arched and face in pure ecstasy—Zhongli could no longer stop himself. You were clenching around him so tightly; the warmth of your folds urging him to fuck you senseless.

And he did. Pulling almost all the way out, Zhongli then pounded back into roughly; grunting at how you felt so good around him. He continued to thrust into you, setting up a rough and harsh pace as he chased his own high.

“You take me in so well, YN,” he whispered as he bent down, your leg hanging on his shoulders. “Hang in there, love.”

All you could feel was him inside you, grazing on your most sensitive spots; turning you delirious with pleasure. He was so big, stretching you to your limits and it felt so good as he kept with his unrelenting thrusts; your cries fueling him to push harder.

His lips were on yours once again; determined to have them swollen with his intense kisses. He had long been waiting for this—every night where he had only had his hand to relieve him; he would think of you in this exact position. But now that he could finally be one with you, he couldn’t help revel in the absolute bliss of your embrace.

With his mouth, he continued where he left off on your breasts; giving the pert nipples more attention with a little bite. You could only scream at the sudden stimulation as it paired perfectly well with his every violent thrust; once again nearing you to the brink of climax.

“Z-Zhongli….Zhongli…! Aah…please…I can’t! It’s…too much!”

“No…” he growled at you, his claws now on your hips, easily manhandling you as he kept on pounding again and again. “I won’t stop.”

Skin slapping against skin was heard all over the room other than your hoarse whimpers and his deep groans. Limbs trembling at the overstimulation, you could only grasp on the sheets as Zhongli pleasured himself inside of you.

You were close…so close to climax that it only took one harsh thrust for you to come undone; screaming and clenching around him like a vice grip.

In his eyes, you were so beautiful, so erotic as he watched your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave. He can’t help but think of how you would look like filled up with his seed, how he would breed into you until you bear him children.

Zhongli immediately felt you tighten up; groaning as he also felt his own orgasm upon him. As the both of you connected glances, he pushed himself further into you, his pace becoming more erratic.

“Nghh…! Take my seed…YN…!”

He moaned as he shoved deep inside of you, his thick cock filling you up with his warm seed. You convulsed once again, loving the way he was cumming inside of you, your eyes seeing nothing but stars.

Breathing in an out, you tried to calm your wildly beating heart as he pulled out. You sighed at the sudden emptiness, already missing how he felt inside you. Trying to find his eyes, you were able to exchange glances as you laid on the bed, breathless.

However, he only returned your fucked out expression with a smirk, which only became more devilish with the slits in his eyes. He could see his cum beginning to leak out from your hole; the image like a drug in his system, sending him into overdrive.

“Did you think we’re already done?” he asked as he turned you around, your ass high up on the air. “That would hardly get you pregnant, my love.”

With those words, he plunged his still hard dick back inside of you who was keening at the sudden stretch.

“…mnn…Zhongli…!” you cried. “I…I’m still sensitive!”

He only chuckled at your protests. Leaning down, he took a bite of your shoulder, and then began to look on the indentations he left.

“Did you conveniently forget the fact that I am a dragon in heat?” he asked, leaving another set of love bites on your shoulder blades. “I will stop at nothing until you are filled to the brim with my seed.”

“…Z-Zhongli…wait…!”

Your husband once again moved roughly, his lips now busy with decorating your back with his marks. Tonight, you will be full of him—his scent, his marks, his seed—you belong to him and no one else.

For the rest of the night, he did exactly what he promised. Zhongli kept on fucking you over and over, and cumming inside you every single time. He seemed to have endless stamina, and kept on going for hours on end. The both of you tried every position possible—from you riding him to him fucking you on his lap—there was no respite.

It was when you heard the roosters crow and the bright singing of the birds that Zhongli finally stopped. Buried on stained sheets and throes of pillows, he finally collapsed beside you who was still trembling from your last orgasm—how many times was it? You had already lost count.

“Have you calmed down now?” you asked, still breathless as you felt him creep a hand around your waist to pull you into a tight snuggle.

Your husband hummed. “Yes. For now, that is.

“So there’s more?”

He kissed the nape of your neck now adorned by his bitemarks. “I did precisely tell you that I am in heat, darling. Heats do not last for a night.”

You sighed at his reply and then turned to place a chaste kiss on his lips. “I’ll be ready then.”

With your words, Zhongli only chuckled, nuzzling against you. “It is still beyond me how you easily agreed. There is no doubt that you will be with child after this.”

A smile crept on your lips.

“Well, actually…that was what I was hoping to talk to you about,” you replied as you covered his arm with yours. “I was going to say I’ll be resigning from adventuring, and focus on finding work here in Liyue so that we can stay close like this.”

“Oh…” was all he could say as everything fell into its rightful places.

“It turned out quite better than expected, didn’t it?” you told him with a grin.

“It did,” Zhongli replied. “Now get some rest, we’ll continue once you wake up.”

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Glitched: Part 20 - The Deep Dark Depths

Author’s Note: MERRY GLITCHMAS EVERYONE! I HAVE RETURNED WITH THE GIFT OF “GLITCHED” FOR YOU ALL!! :D

My god, it’s been 2 YEARS since I last posted a chapter and I deeply apologize for the LONG hiatus. I’ve had this chapter nearly done for that long but never finished it until recently. I didn’t - and don’t - have writer’s block, it’s just difficult to put my exact thoughts and vision down into words and make it come out sounding as good as I’m picturing in my head, you know? That and life just sometimes gets in the way of writing. So I haven’t given up on the fic, don’t worry! If I was done with it, I’d let you guys know, believe me.

I have no idea who still cares about this fic and if anyone will be interested in reading more of it, but you know, quite frankly I don’t care. Although it’s a challenge to write, I do thoroughly enjoy writing Glitched and will continue to do so until I finish it (or get tired of it, thought I HIGHLY doubt that’ll happen).

Now this chapter actually came out really long - longest chapter to date. It felt too long to be one chapter SO I split it into two separate parts. So I’ve chosen to give you guys Part 20 for your Christmas gift today, and then Part 21 I will hopefully be uploading on New Year’s Day (NOT Eve - gonna start the New Year off with Glitched). You guys have been waiting a long time; seems only right to give you guys two chapters a week apart.

Slight Warning: Of course I couldn’t come back without giving you guys a chapter involving a warning. Now granted, this isn’t a really gory chapter, this isn’t all blood and guts and torture so don’t worry about that. However, there is SOME bloodshed and some gross descriptions of a rotting corpse as well as an eyeball. Aside from that, the atmosphere of the chapter is filled with dread, suspense, and eerie tension.

This chapter, as well as the next, are very important to the story and are peaking the climax. They answer some questions but also raise more questions.

Read this while listening to this playlist.

Hope you guys enjoy it! It’s good to be back :)

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From the moment Jackieboy Man had decided to plunge himself into the open vastness of the void, shadows had curled around him and had enticed him into going further with each step he took. A deep-seated growth of harrowing proportions was enlarging at an exponential rate in the pit of his stomach the deeper he went. An unrelenting fear for the other egos. He hadn’t received any sort of response from any of them when he had called out to them and that never happened. When Jack had shown up fatally injured and bleeding out on the ground, everyone had raced to his side. When Chase had given an attempt at suicide, the firing of his gun had alarmed everyone so much that not a single ego hesitated to rush out to see what had happened. When Jackie had called out to them…there was nothing. All the hero received was a deafening silence just the same as the one he was currently engulfed in.

He marched onward and didn’t dare look back, keeping his eyes forward as he journeyed into the unknown. His thoughts were running astray, all focused on one individual: his creator. Jackie didn’t even know where to begin on the Irishman’s behavior back there before he had gone off to check on the doctor. Jack had looked and sounded like Jack, but the choice of words – the things he had said – didn’t seem at all right. To add as more evidence that something was off with the YouTuber, his eyes, his smile of reassurance – they had been completely void of any warmth and sincerity. His words may have slipped out sounding like he cared and meant what he said, but Jackie wasn’t blind, nor was he an oblivious fool. Those sea-blue eyes had been unnaturally dark, empty, cold. Orbs of otherworldly properties glazed over with false empathy. It had felt like he had been staring at a mask – someone else wearing not just a mask of his creator’s face but an entire bodysuit.

His pace was gradually faltering, a biting shudder choosing then to straighten out his posture. He didn’t know if Jack was Jack or not, that was the truth. Whether the Irishman was himself or someone impersonating him, the fact remained that he wasn’t alright, he was off. Had he been affected by something or had he been replaced? And if he had been replaced, then by what? Nothing could get in and out of the void, nothing except for Jack himself – Jackie knew this. So if something had managed to get itself inside the void somehow, someway, how did it get by without Jack noticing? How was that possible?

Jackieboy Man didn’t know for a fact that the man he had spoken with wasn’t Jack – he couldn’t prove it, not just yet, anyway. He did, however, know this: Something was being kept hidden from the superhero and he had a feeling he was going to find it somewhere, here, out in the open void.

A brisk chill swept past him, finding its way into his suit and tugging at the hairs at the back of his neck. The air seemed to be growing colder the further he went. He didn’t know if that was a good sign or not. The masked hero slowed himself to a halt, taking the time to look at his surroundings, although there was really nothing to see. His torso twisted, his legs following the motion, turning around to get an idea of how far out into the void he’d gone. His vision was completely obscured by the dark, not a single thing in sight. Shimmering neon trees were no longer able to be seen, nor were the colorful circling portals to the respective homes of his brethren. That couldn’t be right; he hadn’t gone that far – at least, that’s what it felt like to him. The luminescent branches of those trees should’ve been visible from where he was. Even if he had gone quite a ways out, there should’ve been light in the distance.

There was no light, not a speck of it. This didn’t shock the ego as much as it had before. He knew deep in his gut something was wrong with the void, and this was only proving it. Like before, he had once again found himself swallowed whole by the discomforting shadows of the void. The only difference this time? He hadn’t heard or seen any –

A sweet childish giggle came bubbling out from somewhere off in the cold vastness behind him. It carried an eerily similar charm like Ilsa’s voice.

Jackieboy Man’s body went rigid, spine straightening and shoulders broadening with the motion. A shuddering breath slid past his parted lips, visible to the eye due to the drop in temperature. Eyes were fixed forward, unblinking, flashes of a little girl’s undead corpse flickering before him.

It’s happening again. No sight of the crossroads…The feeling of being watched, He swallowed thickly, …Her giggle…

His eyes darted to the left, he licked his lips, and hesitantly, he turned around – head moving first, then his body. Heart skipping a painful beat, he saw what he had feared to see yet again in the distance up ahead. It may have been darker than dark but he could see her, he could make out the small pale body of the good doctor’s youngest daughter, Ilsa. From where he stood, he could make out her messy hair, blotchy discolored skin, and the maroon-red stains in her dress. Her smile was abnormally wide, stretched bloody from ear to ear due to the corners of her mouth having been cut open. Jackie released another uneven breath at seeing her stand there, hands behind her back and looking as innocent as ever – well, as much as she could with her body decomposing anyway.

“Ilsa…” Her name came out rather hushed and not like a question. He wasn’t questioning it this time; he had hoped she would show up again. He had known he had in fact seen Ilsa before and now here she was yet again, come to see him in this uncharted area of the void.

The four-year-old girl didn’t move, merely bounced on the balls of her feet and giggled happily at the hero’s reaction to her being there. “Hiii!” It was dragged out in that cute way young kids would normally do when shy and meeting someone new.

Jackie felt the corner of his lips twitch with the urge to smile at hearing her cheery voice. “Hi.” He didn’t smile though – how could he when he was seeing her with a mutilated face, undead? He sighed softly and deeply, an attempt to steady his nerves, before he licked his lips and asked, “What are – ”

“You came back!” Ilsa chirped. “You weren’t supposed to leave, silly.” She tittered, rocking back and forth where she stood staring at the man in red. “We were going to pway!” Her hands clapped together out of excitement.

“No.” Jackie almost immediately shook his head at her words. “No, Ilsa, we’re not going to play. I’m not here to play. I don’t have time – I need to – ”

Wait. He cut himself short, eyes falling to the dark watery floor. Why are you talking to her? She’s not real, she can’t be. His brow furrowed with puzzlement at this, not entirely convinced. You know no one other than you and the others can come out here in the open, you KNOW that. Jack himself had explained this all to you in explicit detail.

That was true – Jack had in fact explained to each of them how the void worked and how anyone and everyone in their respective worlds could not interact with those of another world. They didn’t know they weren’t real, they didn’t know they were all more or less simulations made for the egos and to keep them content. Some people shared the same face; the egos weren’t the only ones. While the egos were clones of Jack, certain individuals were clones of people in Jack’s own life. It made sense why, given how the void was shaped by his thoughts and feelings. It was no different than having dreams of people you swore you didn’t recognize, only to read about how those people were probably random strangers your brain decided to remember seeing from earlier that week.

Dr. Schneeplestein and Chase Brody’s wives, for example, both wore the exact same face as Jack’s in real life girlfriend, Signe. Sure, just like the egos, they had different hairstyles and personalities, but the fact remained they bore the resemblance of someone important in Jack’s life. If they were able to wander out and run into each other, who would be able to explain to them how and why they looked the same without causing them to freak out? Chaos would break out and it would be a hell of a hassle to reset everything, thus why Jack created borders that none of them, except for the egos, could pass through.

And yet, no more than thirty feet away, decaying on the spot, stood one of the doctor’s daughters.

Look at her. He lifted his gaze from the floor back to the living corpse that was Ilsa Schneeplestein. How could she be out here? Or more importantly, how could she look like that and be alive?

Ilsa lowered her hands, a soft chuckle leaving her lips. She blinked, tilting her head a bit out of confusion, not understanding why the hero had suddenly stopped talking. “Mr. Jackieboy?”

If something bad had happened to her or anyone else, you would’ve been able to sense it. His face was scrunched up with perplexity as his thoughts tried to rationalize everything. She’s not dead, she’s safe at home with her family...So how is it you’re seeing her out here, in the open, mouth split apart and body rotting away?

He noticed Ilsa drop her hands at her sides, her smile slipping. “What’s wrong?” She asked, her gentle voice laced over with what sounded like concern.

Jackieboy Man stared at her for a prolonged minute, torn between believing what his eyes were seeing versus what his conscience was insistent upon. The low buzzing of flies could be heard coming from where Ilsa was as the air grew heavy and fetid with the stench of putrefaction. The hero’s stomach rolled and he retched, instantly doubling over and slapping a hand over his mouth to hold in the sick threatening to escape. He shut his eyes for a brief second, swallowing down the bile rising in his throat and attempting to not pay any attention to the rancid smell accumulating around him.

“Don’t you want to pway with me?”

An eye pried open to take a look at the bloodied girl. There was a hint of hurt in her voice, proven further by how she was no longer smiling bright. She instead was pouting, some sort of fluid beginning to leak out of her mouth. Repulsion contorted the ego’s face, both eyes locked onto her now as he came to agreement with what his conscience was telling him. He shook his head slowly, muttering, “You’re not real.”

Ilsa appeared taken aback by that, her brows furrowing together and pout becoming more prominent. “What?” There was a crack in her voice, which admittedly caused the hero’s heart to clench tight. “Why – Why would you say that?” She gave a light giggle and extended her arms to either side. “I’m wight here!”

The green-haired man shook his head once more before lowering it, not wanting to look at the apparition of his friend’s daughter anymore. She’s not real…She’s not real. “No you’re not.” He said firmly. “You’re not real.” He was shaking his head again, murmuring, “She’s not real.”

“W-Why do you keep saying that?” Another audible crack in her voice, accompanied with a faint sniffling.

Jackie winced at the realization that she was starting to cry – he was making a little girl cry. No, no, he was not making a little girl cry. This wasn’t a little girl, this was something else entirely. This thing wasn’t real, it didn’t have real emotions, he knew that. He shut his eyes, attempting to focus on something, anything, other than the gradually wavering sobs emanating from Schneeplestein’s daughter.

“She’s not real. She’s not real. You know she’s not real.” He repeated under his breath, hoping like hell she would eventually go away if he ignored her presence being there.

“Mr. J-Jackieboy?” Ilsa whined, a louder gross sniff of her nose echoing through the dark.

The ego’s eyes screwed tightly shut at hearing this, gasping softly at being able to feel her pain. It was proving to be a difficult challenge for Jackieboy Man to block out the cries of the undead child. He may have convinced himself that the girl before him wasn’t really Ilsa Schneeplestein, but the superhero in him – the part that believed he was solely responsible for everyone in the void, the part that was hell-bent on making sure that everyone was safe – wasn’t having it. Every fiber in his being was screaming to run to the girl, scoop her up in his strong arms, and reassure her everything would be okay.

“She’s not real…She’s not real.”

“Stop!” She cried out pleadingly. “Stop saying that!”

“She’s not real.” He gritted between his teeth, just barely hanging on. Hearing a four-year-old reduced to tears and begging for him to stop insisting she wasn’t real was relentlessly torturing his heart and making him question his morals.

“W-What did I do wrong?” She hiccupped over her sobs, sniffling noisily. “Why – Why don’t you w-want to pway with me?”

“Stop it.” The words were wrenched from him as a weak, strained whimper. It was his turn to be the one to implore her for mercy. “Just stop.” Jackie shook his head. “You’re not real.” It came out gruff and assertive, rather harsh. If he had had his eyes open, he had a feeling he would’ve seen Ilsa jump in alarm.

“Mr. Jackieboy!” He heard her whine upsettingly at a higher pitch than before, desperately wanting her hero to stop and pay attention to her.

“D-Do you hate me?” The child sobbed. “Do – Do you not l-like me anymore?”

“SHUT UP!” The words nearly shattered his vocal cords. “YOU’RE NOT REAL!” There was a nasty bite to it as he screamed; a snarl of anger let loose to channel the hero’s frustration and turmoil.

He huffed and puffed, his nerves fried and going to the point he was subtly trembling from head to toe. He didn’t move, nor did he dare open his eyes just yet. He wasn’t ready to see whether or not the living corpse of the good doctor’s daughter still remained standing. He listened closely, expecting to hear the cries continue on and drive him to insanity.

Ilsa’s sobs had stuttered, softened, and ceased almost immediately after the hero’s screams. No more wet sniffling. No hiccups. No whines or whimpers or pleas. The distressed sounds of a child were no longer audible, only a haunting ear-ringing silence left to permeate the space around the green-haired ego. And through this silence, and over his unsteady panting, Jackie could make out the faintest deep breathing. Breaths plagued with a raspy wheeze and sickening gurgle as though the girl was choking on her own saliva.

“You were too late.”

A cool breeze whisked through the fabric of Jackieboy Man’s suit, chills prickling up his spine as he heard the change in the little girl’s voice. That hadn’t sounded like the Ilsa he knew. Her once sweet and angelic voice had fallen cold and monotone. Unfeeling. Dead. The words had slipped out eerily calm and unvarnished, voice absent of a tremor of heartache. Nothing gave away that the girl had been a crying, emotional mess a moment ago. His brow furrowed at not just hearing Ilsa speak but at what she had said. She had just suddenly decided to change the subject on a whim, not bothering to continue asking the ego about playing with her. To Jackie, everything felt as though it had been one big act, and seeing as how he hadn’t cooperated the way she had wanted, the act was dropped and disposed of. Releasing a shuddering breath, he pried his eyes open.

The man flinched and gasped softly in alarm at seeing the undead child standing before him. Her eyes were just as foggy and glazed over as he had remembered. She looked so much worse than the last time he’d seen her. Her hair was a mess of ratty tangled tendrils framing her now slightly pudgy face, which was littered with popped blisters and small blotches of blue and purple. Much larger patches of muddy maroon and indigo were swelling up in parts of her body that Jackie could see, bloating up with her liquefied insides. Her stomach had to have had a huge patch because there was an exceedingly great stain soaked with blood on the front of her dress. A thin sheen slicked her loose and soft flesh, causing the corners of her butchered smile to sag a tad bit. Discoloration had taken a massive toll on her skin; no longer white as a ghost, more so an abundance of plasma-yellow, bruise-purple, and ash-grey. Flies were swarming around her, quite a few having landed and now crawling upon her person. The fluid Jackie had seen leaking out of her mouth was now seen clearly as foamy blood oozing out from not just her mouth but her nose as well.

Jackieboy Man hacked and coughed at the putrescent odor emitting from Ilsa’s body, lifting an arm to block his nose and repressing the urge to vomit. His stomach recoiled in disgust at spotting a few small maggots squirming out through the exposed muscle of the girl’s Glasgow smile. Ilsa stared up at the hero unblinking as her head slowly tilted to the right with a cringe-worthy cracking.

“You were too late, Mr. Jackieboy.” She repeated in the same stony tone. The words were delivered like she was trying to drive home a point.

Jackie’s expression contorted into a hybrid of question and fear. Too late? Too late for what? His heart stuttered apprehensively at the reminder of Jack going off to check on Dr. Schneeplestein. He had wanted to check on the doctor himself, given how he had had a feeling something bad was going to happen to him, and yet he had allowed Jack to go in his place. He had chosen to risk storming off into the unmarked areas of the void to search for answers versus going in to protect a close friend. What if…

The red-suited hero hesitantly lowered his arm from his face, lips trembling in an effort to speak. A faint breath slid past them.

“What…” He shallowed thickly and dared to ask in a hushed whisper, “W-What do you mean?”

Ilsa stood there, unmoving and continuing to stare at him sinisterly. She was regarding his question carefully, as well as the way he had queried it. Then, unnervingly slow, she righted her head up and began to smile. The corners of her malformed face sluggishly stretched, chapped lips pulling back to bear teeth. An eerily cheerful giggle of amusement bubbled out of her, pushing thick ribbons of blood out of her mouth. She didn’t answer his question. Before Jackieboy Man had the chance to speak, the girl spun on her heel and ran off into the darkness, laughing playfully.

“Hey! Wait!” Jackie extended a hand outward before he found himself darting after her. “Wait! Ilsa! Where are you going?!”

She didn’t stop for him, nor did she look back or stop her giggling. For a dead little girl, she was surprisingly fast. The shadows were drawing her deeper into the dark to the point the hero could barely even see her. The pitter-patter of her feet hitting the wet ground was growing softer the further she went; light splashes of water getting mixed with the fluids seeping out from the orifices of her body. Jackie sprinted, squinting a bit and trying to not lose sight of her.

“Ilsa! Slow down!” He called out. “STOP!”

He himself skidded to a stop upon a now white-tiled floor. Everything before him was white.

For a fleeting moment, he had to squint given the unexpected brightness. The never-ending void he had been engulfed in a second ago had inexplicably become a long hallway bathed in blinding white from floor to ceiling. Glossed tiles made up the ground beneath his feet, T-bar fluorescent lights illuminating the entirety of the hall. Doors appearing to be heavy duty steel lined the walls, each one about fifteen to twenty feet apart. Ilsa was nowhere in sight.

Jackieboy Man’s face scrunched up in equal parts alarm and confusion, eyes darting around the place out of bewilderment.

“What?” He breathed, turning around to see if maybe there would be something to explain what had happened and where he was. He was only met with a wall.

The hero blinked with question, lifting both of his hands to touch the surface, testing to see if it was real. His gloved palms were met with a hard surface – it was solid polished concrete. He spun back around to face the lengthy hallway, utterly perplexed by what was going on. What had just happened? Where was he? How did he suddenly end up in some long pure-white hallway? And how did he manage to lose Ilsa in the process?

Sucking in a breath, he advanced forward, reminding himself why he had come this far to begin with. Something was wrong with the void and he was determined to unveil the truth behind what was going on. He’d never been out in the open uncharted space of the void before, nor had he ever come upon a place like the one he was currently walking through. Jack had never mentioned a long white hallway before.

What is this place? He thought, glancing around mystified as he went on.

“Ilsa?” He tried, eyeing down the pristine corridor for the deceased child.

He didn’t see or hear anyone. Slowly, with careful steps, he progressed further, taking curious looks at each door on either side of him.

“Ilsa? Can you hear me?” He tried again. “Where are you?” He didn’t want to see her again, but truthfully, the fact she had vanished in the blink of an eye and left him now in a deafeningly silent hall all alone was making him feel a lot more uncomfortable and alert than before.

His whole body had grown tense the moment he had entered this unknown environment and it still was. A suffocating wave of dread was slowly but surely drowning him no matter how hard he was trying to disregard it. Every inch of his being was cautioning him about his surroundings, as though he was half-expecting someone or something to come out of any one of the doors to jump him. He needed to be ready for anything. Even if no one was there, he still had Jack – or possibly the entity posing as him – to worry about. He had limited time on his hands, about an hour or less to find what he wanted and get out of there.

His eyes skimmed over along the handle of a nearby door, looking it over with thought. He took a glance down the hall at the other doors, wondering what could possibly be behind any one of them. He noticed how up ahead, the corridor curved to the right, meaning there was more to this place. The hero huffed softly, turning back to the door he was currently in front of. He went to turn the handle.

A girlish giggle echoed off of the walls and startled him. Jackie straightened, eyes darting to the end of the hall from which the unannounced giggle came from. He was surprised to see little Ilsa standing there, holding her hands down near her hips and beaming with joy.

“Ilsa?” Jackie called out, taking his hand away from the door handle. One step forward triggered the decaying girl to laugh and run out of sight around the corner. “Ilsa, wait!”

The hero took off after her, charging down the long corridor and making a sharp turn when he came to the end. He found himself going down yet another completely white hallway, only with far less doors than the one before. Up ahead he spotted Ilsa outside of a door, looking at him with that gross unpleasant smile again. A not-so-sweet chortle was the last thing to come from her as she opened the door and ran inside. Jackie quickly bolted for the door before it could slide shut, grasping it and pulling it wide open. Perplexity contorted the green-haired ego’s face when he was met with darkness. Ilsa had vanished without a trance unexplainably. Jackie would’ve groaned in frustration if it hadn’t been for what struck his attention about the room.

The walls and floor were sleek and black, the difference between the two seamless and giving the illusion of a deep continuous cavern. It was awfully dark; there was limited lighting, most of which was coming from more than several screens flickering in midair near the far left of the room. Brow furrowing with question, Jackie silently crept inside, hand sliding off of the door gently to make sure it’d remain cracked open. First casting a glance around the room, the hero’s eyes shot back to the hovering screens as he approached. Some were small, some were large, each one scattered about and overlapping others. At least half of them were corrupted by grain and static, white noise bouncing off of the walls of the darkened lair. The first few up front, however, while constantly glitching out, were displaying visible images. The hero neared them, momentarily noticing how there wasn’t a desk with technical equipment beneath these screens. No keyboards, no mouse, nothing. When he got closer, it was apparent then that the screens weren’t even monitors fixated on a wall; they were literally one with the air, made up of pixels and code.

Jackieboy Man lifted a hand and hesitantly moved to gently tap the closest screen. A light array of glitches broke out, startling the ego and causing him to retract his finger. He tried to see through the grain continuously distorting the images on display, attempting to make out what was being shown. Movement could be seen – what looked like figures moving around, doing god-knows-what. Flickers of what kind of looked like the inside of a circus tent were projected on the screen right up front. The tops of city buildings could be seen in a small screen behind it in the upper right corner. An eerily dead neighbourhood street was getting eaten away by pixels on an equally small screen to the left. Another screen to the right looked like it was monitoring what appeared to be a hospital operating room, bloodied with a deceased patient on the table. Jackie’s eyes flew across each screen, gradually widening as he came to recognize each image. He knew each place – he had been to each place. The realization caused his blood to run cold alarmingly fast.

For a minute, he found he couldn’t take his attention away from the screens. His body was paralyzed, stiffened in place by the growing anxiety slowly but surely working to take a hold of him. How could he have been so blind? How could he have not noticed anything wrong with the void earlier? How long had this been going on for – how long had this intruder been keeping an eye on every one of them? The hero in him was screaming at him to run off and find his brothers, overcome with this incessant need to get the fuck out of there and go and protect the egos from whatever the hell was pulling the strings here. And yet, he couldn’t get himself to leave – not yet. He had only scratched the surface. He needed an idea of who or what was behind this. He needed to know more. He needed more information, more answers.

Clenching his hands up into fists to gather some strength, he forced himself to tear his gaze away, releasing a held-in breath as a result. Lifting his head, he examined the rest of the room. His eyes fell onto the wall across the other side of the room, exhibiting a selection of diverse tools. An oblong wooden table was below, only a few inches away from it. Jackie stepped towards it, eyes roaming the assorted devices presented on the wall. Kitchen knives of all sorts gleamed in the light provided by the dim lightbulb hanging above, illuminating their sharpened edges. Butcher knives, meat cleavers, serrated blades, daggers – they all decorated the wall, most stained and having been used before for God knows what. There were saw blades as well – a coping saw, a handsaw, a hacksaw, a bone saw. The ego gulped audibly, his heart rate gradually climbing at the very thought of what any one of these vicious implements could be used for.

Tentatively, he finally dared to take a look at the items upon the table before him. There was a knife lined with both a rust-red substance and a thicker black one. Closer to the far edge of the table, an unpolished pocket watch was seen next to a small jar preserving something in some kind of transparent fluid. The masked man frowned, leaning down so as to get a better look at the jar’s contents. His face visibly paled, lips parting out of equal parts shock and revulsion. It was a severed tongue – a severed human tongue. His heart gave a worrisome pang in his chest, once again urging him to leave, but he steeled himself, morbid curiosity taking the reins.

His gaze shifted to the left of the jar, scanning over a larger jar filled halfway with thick black fluid. It kind of looked similar to the substance that was on the nearby knife. Jackie’s expression contorted into one of perplexity and mild fascination, not having a clue as to what it could be. Raising a hand, he moved to lightly touch it, almost compelled to lift the jar up to get a closer look, only to instantly stop at seeing the inky fluid slither up the glass at the first touch he gave. He gasped softly and flung back, taken off-guard by the movement.

This stuff was sentient? What even was it?

The hero took a breather, steadying his nerves before he stepped forward, lifting his finger again. Uncertainly, he hovered it an inch away from the glass, waiting to see what would happen. A shaken breath was wrenched out of him as he watched the substance glide up along the glass towards where his fingertip was, snaking up in thin black trails and running patterns of a circuit board. He slowly moved his finger from one side to the other, testing to see if his thoughts were correct – if the ooze was interested in him. Sure enough, wherever his finger went, lines of black would follow. It was as though the stuff wanted to get out and make contact with the hero. It was like a parasite.

“What…are you?” The words were whispered, the ego continuing to stare at the contained specimen with unease.

Out of his peripheral vision, another jar was situated; the lid having been discarded off to the side. Jackie’s consideration for the jar he was currently preoccupied with almost immediately was abandoned, turning his head to look at the open jar. There was nothing in it except for thin globs of residue from whatever had been inside it. Excess clear gel was congealing in the far left and what looked like blood covered the entire bottom of the jar, which was beginning to lose its bright red shade. Translucent rivulets of red and black spattered the inside walls, mainly so on the side of the jar facing Jackieboy Man. In fact, the top of the jar was coated in a mixture of blood, murky gel, and inky goo. Spotting this, the green-haired man straightened, a gloved hand going to run a finger over the rim. He withdrew and brought his hand in close, rubbing the ooze between his fingers, noting just how viscous it was. He leaned in and took a whiff. Iron and a pungent sickly-sweet scent that knocked back Jackie’s senses. His brows weaved together out of question, looking at the substance with thought. He cast a glance over at the knife soaked in red and black, then to the jar of inky fluid, which had receded back down the moment Jackie had removed his finger.

What the hell is all of this? The question prodded at his brain as he looked back to the empty jar.

He disposed of what was on his fingers on his suit, looking from one thing on the table to the next. His roaming eyes came to an immediate halt once he saw what was at the end of the table. His eyes grew in size, the fist-sized organ in his chest stuttering painfully.

“No…” He croaked, succumbing to the dread conjuring up scenarios in his head.

His left hand had a mind of its own, already stretching outward to pick up the grey snapback. The signature pink skull on the front was adding fuel to what he was afraid of, as were the small specs of maroon across the side. But it wasn’t until he turned the hat over that his fears were confirmed. He nearly dropped the snapback at seeing a couple of loose strands of highlighter-green hair on the inside.

Oh fuck…Oh god, no…Chase. His chest had tightened immensely to the point he could barely breathe. Why – Why is this here? Why, He did a once-over the entire desk, bewildered and on the verge of panicking, Why the hell is your hat here, Chase?

But he did know. He knew why it was there, but he couldn’t accept the truth, he couldn’t accept the conclusion his mind had put together. One of the egos – one of his brothers…Something horrible must’ve happened to him…and he hadn’t known. He hadn’t known?! How could he have not felt something wrong?! His hands were shaking now, trembling from both the anger towards himself and the terror digging its claws into his heart. His fingers coiled around the hat as he glanced over to where the screens were, locking his sights onto the one displaying Chase’s neighbourhood.

“Chase, what happened to you?” He looked back down at the hat, loosening his grip. “Who got to you?”

His ears perked the second he heard and saw something glitch spastically into view in front of him. Pixels and lines of glitches zigzagged in the air, piecing together to create a paper-thin rectangular object that fluttered down onto the table. Jackieboy Man inched forward, setting Chase’s hat down where it’d been before in exchange for the new souvenir that had shown up. It was a postcard reading “WISH YOU WERE HERE” on the front. A light spatter of red decorated it, which caused the hero to recoil, putting it back down immediately.

You need to get out of here.

An icy draft blew through the room then, chilling the ego to the bone and striking up a metal creaking coming off to the left of where he stood. Jackie jolted, jerking his head in the direction from where the sound had come from. The other half of the room, he was now noticing, was different than the rest. From wall-to-wall, it became one big, secure, wire mesh cage used for storage. The door had been left unlocked, having creaked open a bit when the breeze hit. It was nearly as dark as the rest of the room, however. The masked man couldn’t really make anything out other than what he thought were probably fluorescent lights suspended above.

Don’t. You NEED to get out of here.

Coerced by his persistent need to keep snooping around, Jackieboy Man ignored what his gut was telling him and cautiously progressed towards the cage. His breathing grew unsteady with each step he took, wary of something lurking in the shadows and waiting to pounce. He should’ve been leaving; he should’ve been looking for Jack. Why the hell was he still here?!

He looked to the wall to his left, standing right outside the cage as he felt around for a light switch. His body stiffened when he flicked the switch, bracing himself for something to spring forth to reveal itself. The lights flashed, flickering on one after another, shedding light on what was in the ginormous cage. Jackie had to squint and blink a few times over to allow his eyes to adjust to the brightness, what with having gotten used to being in the dark. Becoming accustomed to the light, he could finally see the setup of the room. Swallowing thickly, the hero pulled the door open, a nearly deafening screech producing from it. He sucked in a breath as he stepped inside.

It gave off the appearance of a large prison cell. The three walls making up the room for which the cage surrounded were made up of blackened bricks and the flooring was a lot more scuffed up than the smooth and glossy one taking up the rest of the lair. A few rusted pipes lined the left wall, the side of which there was a cracked porcelain sink adorned with mahogany-red stains. A shattered mirror hung crookedly above it, shards of it both in the sink as well as on the floor around it. An old corroded cabinet of sorts was situated across from the sink up against the right wall, one of the doors open with the contents inside spilled out on the floor: a few scalpels and a couple pairs of forceps, all of which were stained with the same mahogany-red as the stains in the sink. There were large hard-to-see portions of this red on the floor as well; Jackie could just barely make out spots and footprints all across the floor, like someone had been pacing around the place. Smeared handprints were visible on the walls as well, giving Jackie the impression someone had possibly been in a struggle. A harrowing amount of maroon had splattered all across the bedspread of the cot in the back, completely ruining it.

Jackieboy Man hesitantly moved a step further into the room. The crunching of glass came from beneath his boot. He noticed how a rather large piece of the mirror was coated in what had to be dried blood, as though it had been used to wound someone or something. He swallowed dryly, not wanting to delve too deep into thought about what could have happened.

Carefully maneuvering his way around the bits and pieces of glass, as well as the assortment of surgical instruments, the hero’s foot brushed against something; a light rattling originating from it. He stopped where he was, casting a glance down at his feet. His eyes followed the path of a chain, one end connecting to the left wall, close to the cot. The other end led elsewhere, curving around to the other side of the cot. From where he was standing, he couldn’t see what it was linked to.

His thoughts were starting to get the better of him right then, flashes of Chase’s bloodied hat coming to mind. The lub-dubbing of his heart was going at an unsteady pace now, as was his breathing.

Oh please no.

Slowly and uncertainly, the masked man inched forward, one small step after another.

Please.

His eyes remained fixed on the chain, following it as he went to turn the corner.

Don’t.

A sinking feeling was developing in the pit of his stomach.

Not Chase.

Who he ended up seeing wasn’t Chase. Jackieboy Man froze, turning his body to face where the chain ended. His line of sight followed it, a hiccup of a gasp getting choked up in his throat. Eyes growing to the size of saucers and jaw dropping in horror, the hero was not prepared with what he saw. All of the blood in his face drained, going as white as a sheet and feeling a tad lightheaded. He stumbled backward, hand shooting up to cover his mouth to hold back a scream.

Vacant blue eyes. A tuff of messy dyed hair. Unkempt dress clothes decorated with blood. The pale-grey face mirroring that of his creator.

Jackie could barely breathe. His stomach dropped so suddenly, and with it, an invisible weight had chosen then to compress his lungs, forcing any and all air out of them. The thudding of his heart had skyrocketed to the point it hurt. He felt cold, he felt so abnormally cold all over. Fingers trembling, limbs quivering, breaths racked and erratic. Fear had swallowed the heroic ego whole.

Get out. You need to get out. You need to get out now – RIGHT NOW!

He didn’t think twice, he didn’t argue with himself. Not again. Jackie hurried out of the caged room immediately, slipping on a few pieces of glass and lurching forward into the door. He caught himself, straightening up and pushing away from the cage, bee-lining straight for the front door. The masked man was halfway to the exit when a sharp agonizing pain shot through his left arm. A cut-off scream was ripped from his throat, the thing latched to him sinking its teeth in deeper. Something was wrapped around his arm, applying pressure and squeezing it like a boa constrictor. Jackie staggered backward into the wire mesh, hissing through his teeth and going to grab at what was attacking him. His eyes bulged at seeing a forest green tentacle made up of veins tightening around his arm.

“Sam?!” He exclaimed, taken aback at recognizing the septic eye, whose iris and pupil had pulled open into a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth.

The optical organ gave a growl in reply, further strangling the hero’s arm and cutting off the circulation to his hand. Jackieboy Man yelped at the extreme discomfort, instantaneously reaching for the eyeball’s optic nerve and wrenching on it, trying to pull him off. He wasn’t letting up.

“What the hell?! Let go!” Jackie tried, prying at the slippery nerve and managing to coil it around his fingers. “Come on, Sam, let go! It’s me!”

Sam still wasn’t releasing his hold on the ego. He hissed warningly when the hero gave a harsh and rather violent yank, succeeding in peeling the septic eye’s nerve away. Clenching his teeth and bracing himself for the oncoming pain, Jackie tugged with all the strength he could muster. He let out a scream at feeling a piece of skin getting torn away as he ripped the feral eye from his arm, whipping him far across the room. Jackie pressed back into the cage, cradling his arm and taking a look at the damage that had been done. A good portion of his sleeve had been removed, beneath it a bite wound with the first layer of skin gone. Blood was welling up, already escaping and running down his arm.

Jackieboy Man panted, wincing at the pain when he went to move his arm. He heard an angry hiss alongside the uneven sound of glitches, causing him to jerk his head up in time to see Sam launching himself in his direction. He dodged the snapping jaws dead set on tearing a new one into him, only to dart to the left again, nearly getting the tip of his nose bitten off. No matter where he moved, no matter how fast, the septic eye was swimming around at a startlingly rapid pace. Jackie kept on backing away, bringing his arms up to shield his face from the attacks. A sharp gasp was knocked out of him as Sam nipped at the open wound on his arm.

“Sam, come on, it’s me! It’s Jackieboy Man!” He tried again, hoping to drive some sense into the little guy. The nerve of the eyeball got a hold of his wrist and lunged. Jackie quickly blocked the strike, grimacing at the piercing of teeth sinking into his flesh. “What’s gotten into you?!”

Sam growled deeply, moving in a way like he had one goal to tear another piece of the hero away. Jackie jerked his arms hard enough to get the eyeball’s grip to loosen, giving him a chance to twist his hand and grab hold of Sam’s optic nerve. Through his gloves, he dug his nails in, really driving home pain into his assailant. He tugged and strained to pull at the septic eye’s nerve until Sam released him, letting out a distressed screech of his own. The ego saw his chance, sinking his nails in as deep as he could before whirling on his heel and hurling the eyeball directly into the wall of knives. Sam hit them with a light splat, squealing out of agony at grazing the edges of a few; mouth momentarily shrinking in on itself and revealing his iris and pupil. Jackie huffed where he stood, watching as the septic eye curled up, hovering in the air and locking onto the ego. Sam glared at him furiously, his form exploding into a flurry of tiny pixels briefly. Jackie’s face screwed up with bewilderment, having a hard time believing what his eyes just witnessed. A hiss of distain originated from the floating optical organ, getting ready to charge.

“Sam, please!” The hero begged, not wanting to bring any more harm to his creator’s mascot. “I don’t want to hurt you!”

The septic eye sprang at him without a thought, the jagged shark-like teeth sprouting forth once more. Jackie jumped back and ducked, arms crossed and protecting his face. Sam relentlessly assaulted him, striking him repeatedly, biting away at his arms like a rabid animal. The masked man would block a few hits, cringing and recoiling out of agony at each blow, stepping backward and making sure not to run into anything. With jaw clenched tight, and sucking in a breath, a hand balled up into a fist and he struck back, hitting the eyeball dead on. He backhanded him as a bonus to give himself some time to get some distance between them.

Jackieboy Man ran for the front door, wanting to get the hell out and trap Sam inside. He yelped in surprise at spotting Sam out of the corner of his eye, mouth open wide and ready to bite. He barely had the time to react, spinning around and falling back into the table just as the septic eye attacked, stopped by the hero’s hand. Jackie stifled a cry at feeling his lower back collide with the edge of the table but having Sam’s teeth hook into the palm of his hand made him wheeze. He held himself up against the table, straining to curl his fingers around the eyeball, what with the pain radiating throughout his hand. Sam wiggled against the hero’s hand, nerve swishing back and forth like that of a tail of an irritated cat. He was starting to gnaw away at the palm of Jackie’s hand, ripping a helpless scream from the hero; blood leaking out of him and dripping to the floor below.

The ego turned his head and quickly scanned the table for something to use, something to aid him in putting a stop to this. He had tried to talk to the septic eye and bring him back from whatever prison his heart had been shoved into. He had made an attempt only to be met with no change from his friend. Sam was still fueled by unrighteous fury and hostility and it didn’t seem like he was going to stop until Jackie had been taken down. Jackieboy Man couldn’t see any other way to end this but one. His sights landed on the large open jar.

He snarled and gave a yell mixed with agony and frustration as he sank his nails into the eyeball; pushing back, grabbing hold of his nerve, and flinging him towards the front door. Sam hit it hard enough to knock it wide open, the eyeball screeching and spinning disoriented out into the hallway. Jackie didn’t dare pause and think before he acted. He reached for the large empty jar, headed for the exit, and right as the septic eye went to lunge at him, he swung the jar; sending the eyeball backward. A light spurt of slime hit the hero’s face at the impact. He heard a small whimper come from Sam, who had temporarily stopped in midair to rub at his own eyeball. When he blinked, Jackie caught sight of red blotches, evidence that a few blood vessels had popped from the collision.

Sam blinked a few times before he turned toward his foe, hissing angrily with his nerve arched, ready to attack. Charging forth and growling, he took another blow from the jar, this time from above and with more force behind it. Another spurt of goo along with a petite amount of blood ejected from him. The optical organ hit the white-tiled floor of the hall, expelling a hybrid of a whine and snarl as a small amount of blood and goo oozed out of him onto the floor. He pried his eye open and scowled at the ego darkly, curling in on himself and hissing lowly. Jackie huffed and dropped to his knees, raising the jar above his head at the first sign of glitches breaking out across his friend. Sam’s form was briefly devoured by pixels, he went to move, and then he ate glass.

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Part 19 - Blood On Your Hands

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Evan’s Personal Route Chapter 1-1: Unexpected Request (意外之请) Translation

“Just who is the dinner party’s esteemed guest…?”

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In the afternoon of a rare day off from work. So very rare, that even the air seems to be much fresher than ever before.

The sunlight shines upon my body, warm and fuzzy, as I lay on the sofa, yawning as I scrolled through my social media feed.

MC: Hmm? This post…

There was no description attached to this post, only a mere photograph. It was one of Zee, the COO (Chief Operating Officer) of Zeal & Company Asia-Pacific Pte Ltd.

Zeal was one of the top FMCG (Fast Moving Consumer Goods) companies in the world. It has now expanded to cover a wide expanse of industries, not limited to: Finance, Real Estate, Beauty, Household Products, and many more.

Zeal had just announced their high-profile entry into the Apparel Market recently by forcibly acquiring an internationally worldwide renowned clothing brand.

This bold move of theirs had caused a huge stir.

MC: The background in this picture looks a little familiar…

I enlarged the photo. The tower depicted in the picture was a little blurry, but I could still make out its iconic turret.

MC: Zee's here in Guangqi City?

The sudden realization made me recall the one rumour I'd heard back in the office.

To further expand their reach in the Apparel Market, Zeal was actively looking for worldwide partners to aid in their cause.

MC: Is Zee's sudden arrival here because of that?

However, the phone in my hand rang before I could delve any further into my thoughts about it.

I glanced at the incoming Caller ID…

MC: Evan? Why would he suddenly be calling me?

I straightened myself up and answered the call.

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Evan: Good afternoon, (Y/n).

Evan: It's Saturday today. I'm not disturbing you, am I?

His voice was deep and gentle, tinged with a slight cheery undertone.

MC: Nope, you aren't.

I could hear the low background music playing in the background, its melody was a little familiar. My heart leapt at the realization.

MC: Are you at a cafe?

Evan: Yes. Guessed it with your ears now, did you?

He seemed to be stirring his coffee as he spoke, the crisp sound blending in with the flowing piano notes in the background. It made me unwittingly picture him leisurely seated by the windowsill, relaxing.

I wonder if he’s in the same cafe where we met?

Then came Evan’s reply, almost as if he could read my thoughts.

Evan: It's the same one I first met you at.

Evan: Let's come here together again when we have the chance.

MC: … Yeah!

I froze, coming back to my senses a few moments later, the corners of my lips subconsciously lifting.

Evan: But, I'm calling you today for other matters.

Evan: Do you have any plans tonight?

MC: Not at the moment. Why?

Evan: How about joining me for a dinner party if you're free?

His voice sounded from the receiver, crystal clear to my ears, and igniting my fluttering heart.

Me? Join him for a dinner party…?

❖ Choice A: Sure

MC: Sure. What kind of dinner party is it, though?

❖ Choice B: That doesn't seem too appropriate

MC: A dinner party is a far cry from a normal dinner… Wouldn't it be too inappropriate if I went?

Although he was the one who’s taking the initiative to invite me, I wasn’t exactly sure just how I should be presenting myself.

And, just how will he be introducing me to others once we get there? As his colleague? His friend? Or… something else?

Evan’s voice sounded from the receiver once more after a brief moment of silence.

Evan: Sorry, it was a lack of consideration on my part.

Evan: I'll go alone if you think it's no good then.

It might have just been my imagination, but I could hear the faint disappointment colouring his voice.

MC: I… Sorry…

Evan: There is no need for you to be apologizing. This isn't your fault.

Even after cutting the call, I could still hear his gentle and comforting words, as if his words still lingered by my ear.

I curled back up on the sofa and looked out the window. The skies outside had already been dyed by the faint scarlet hue of the setting sun.

I couldn't help but be a little entranced by the warm yellow light of the sunset.

MC: He should be on his way there now...

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Night slowly falls, and I feel like it's the longest night I've ever experienced…

☆ NORMAL END: A Missed Opportunity ☆ "Be brave and step out of your comfort zone to explore a whole new world!"

❖ Choice C: Do nothing

Evan: How about it, (Y/n)? Or are you concerned about something else, perhaps?

It was only when I heard his voice again that I realized I'd probably been thinking about it for too long. I tightened my grip on my phone and hurriedly tried to explain myself.

MC: Sorry. I'd honestly love to go with you, but I think it's too short notice this time.

MC: If I were to attend a dinner party, I'd have to prepare an adequate dress, put on proper make-up, fix up my hair and much more…

The other end of the line falls silent. It was only after a few seconds of prolonged silence that Evan's voice came through again.

Evan: I should be the one apologizing.

Evan: The invitation I extended to you was way too abrupt and it has troubled you.

Evan: Even so, would you be willing to go out for dinner with me if it wasn't a dinner party?

MC: Huh?

Evan: I'll take you out for dinner tomorrow. Just treat it as an apology for the sudden request I sprung on you.

Evan: No need for any dresses or hair styling. It is just a dinner for us two.

Evan's tone was very light and had a faintly joyful lilt to it. It made me unable to suppress the smile that came in response.

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It felt as if I could still hear his gentle voice lingering by my ear even after I’d cut the call.

The sunset outside was a warm yellow, making my heart feel all toasty and pleasant.

☆ NORMAL END: An Ordinary Night ☆ "Your opportunity gradually slips away as you lay back and relax…"

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MC: Is there anything I should take note of? You know, dress codes and the like…?

You'd only just finished speaking when you heard the small, yet short, chuckle coming from him.

Evan: Normal formal attire works just fine. Don't worry about it.

Evan: One of the attendees is an avid fan of antiques and is quite knowledgeable in that field.

Evan: I recall that you have a keen interest in these things, so I'm inviting you to attend.

MC: I see… but I'm no professional. Wouldn't that only trouble you?

Evan: You won't. I trust you.

The firmness in his words assured me, immediately appeasing my worries. I clutched the phone tighter and voiced my assent.

Evan: I'll come pick you up downstairs in two hours then.

MC: Yeah, sure.

Evan: I'll be seeing you later then.

It felt as if his gentle voice was still lingering by my ear even after the call ended.

A sliver of expectation arose in my heart. I couldn’t tell if it was the expectation for the dinner party, or if it was Evan who’d invited me to said party.

I put my phone down and went to my wardrobe to select my outfit for the night.

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I dug out all the formal dresses I had within my wardrobe. After hesitating for a good long while, I finally went with a wine-red one-shouldered dress.

MC: Also, shoes, accessories, hairstyle and make-up… I’ll have to think about how to match all of these things with my outfit...

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I hurried back and forth to make myself look presentable. By the time I looked up at the clock, it was already nearing our promised time.

I returned to my full-length mirror, checking over the accessories and the colour of my lipstick that I’d paired with my outfit. After I’d confirmed that everything was in place, I put on my high heels and made my way downstairs.

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I could see Evan’s car parked out front the moment I stepped out of the elevator.

Evan was basked in the orange light of the streetlight he stood under. His mouth curved into a gentle smile as he invited me into his car.

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Evan: You're very beautiful today.

He turned his head to face me from the driver’s seat. Light seems to have settled within his orbs, reflecting the image of my reflection within.

Flustered, I broke eye contact with him, clutching at my dress.

MC: Thank you. You're also very...

I’d yet to finish when I felt a slight coolness at my neck.

I stiffened, my head shooting upwards.

Evan had his hand raised, tucking the strands of hair near my temple that had fallen out of place behind my ear, his cool fingers brushing across my neck.

Evan: Your hairdo is coming loose.

The night was akin to a dark-set heavy velvet, yet the smile reflected within his eyes was crystal clear.

MC: Thanks…

I could subconsciously feel the tips of my ears grow a little hot. I lowered my head and turned my attention to the unwitting seat belt.

Evan: Do you need help?

MC: No need. I can do it up myself.

I struggled for a bit before buckling my seatbelt in, leaning back against the chair, and letting out a soft sigh.

The hair he’d tucked behind my ear for me earlier fell back down again.

A faint smile played at his lips as he started the car back up.

I collected myself, turning my eyes towards the window and gazing outwards.

I threaded my fingers through my hair and touched the shell of my ear, only to find that the burning had yet to cease.

❖☆————— ⊹ Oblique Curtains of the Night⊹ —————★❖

⊹ Next Part: (Chapter 1-2: Candle-Lit Game)

#光与夜之恋 #Light and Night #Otome #Translations #Tencent #陆沉 #Evan #For Night For Revolution #倾斜夜幕 #Oblique Curtains of the Night

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keontum · 3 years

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Double stuffed.

ship: Leedo x Xion

(contains belly fetish content, smut, gas, cum inflation, vomit)

Geonhak was a big boy... Not big as in chubby, but muscular and tall... Beefy.. So he needed a lot of food to build up his energy, especially the days he planned on working out, dance practice, or doing fan meets and vlives.

A live was scheduled for Geonhak today, and dongju excitedly waited for the notification so he could hype him up in the chat, but as time passed... no Geonhak. Dongju huffed and left his room, wandering through the dorms to hear a soft groaning coming from the office where they would normally go live. With a tilt to his head, dongju made his was to the door and slowly pushed it open, seeing Geonhak curled up on the couch, groaning in pain. “H-Hyung? Are you okay?..” Dongju asked, slipping into the room and closing the door behind him. He crouched down besides the couch, placing a hand to Geonhak’s arm. “Mm.. Y-Yeah. Im fine.. Just a stomach ache..” Dongju’s face fell even more, nodding his head at the his hyungs response. “Hey.. look at me.. You feel like you’re burning up..” Geonhak groaned and turned over into his back, revealing his enlarged stomach, which sloshed and gurgled at his movements. Dongju gasped, eyeing the hill under the others shirt. “Oh, dear... Youve eaten too much again..” Geonhak nodded his head, flinching as his stomach rumbled angrily in response. “I-it’s hurts so bad..” The smaller boy pouted and sat down onto his bottom, carefully raising up the others shirt, hearing it gurgle continuously. Geonhak’s abs have faded so much under the bloat of his belly, they we’re almost invisible now. Dongju has been in this position many times before, always soothing his hyungs belly aches, so he knew exactly what to do.

With a sigh, dongju pressed a hand to the bubbling orb and began caressing it, feeling the vibrations of the rumbles, and food shifting against his hand. “Ooh.. fuck..” Geonhak sighed with relief, the rubs and massages from Dongju helping his digestion move along easier. Loud groans and gurgles emanated from the belly with each shift of food that was pushed deeper into his belly and digestive track, causing Dongju to smile softly. “Good boy.. Digesting so well..” The tummy let out a soft burble, geonhak smiling to himself as his belly thanked the other for the praise. The bloat soon pushed to geonhak’s lower belly, most of the food now digested. Dongju’s head laid rested against the swollen tummy, listening to the activity inside, all while geonhak snoozed. With a deep rumble and a forceful push outwards of his lower belly, a loud rippling gust of air pushed out from Geonhak’s ass, causing dongju to jump, and geonhak to awaken. “O-oh, shit.. i’m so sorry..” The taller said with a blush to his cheeks, watching a dongju giggled. “You’re fine, hyung~” He smiled sweetly, pressing his lips to the bloated dome, giving it a kiss. Geonhak’s stomach purred at the kiss, his hand reaching down to cup the bulge in his lower belly. “i-it looks like i’ve got a baby bump-“ Geonhak snorted, the other nodding his head in agreement. “Mmm, you’ve got another little food baby~ tsk.” Dongju’s lips pressed soft, sweet kisses over the flesh, ending at his shallow navel, listening to the belly, and geonhak’s moans. “Mmh c-come and love up on my belly more..” Geonhak whined, pulling the smaller onto his lap. Dongju only giggled and cupped the belly in his hands, giving it a squish. The belly gurgled at him, sending a belch passed geonhak’s lips. “Mmh— Excuse me..” Geonhak muttered, closing his eyes once again as dongju leaned down and began pressing more kisses to the gurgling mass in his hands. “You sing so beautiful when i’m giving you attention~ i love listening to you.” softly, geonhaks stomach rumbles, shaking his whole belly, absolutely loving the praise Dongju gave. unfortunately, the rumble also signified something else. Slowly, geonhak sat up and looked down at the bump of his lower belly, placing a hand over it and feeling it tremble with rumbles under his touch. “Ooo... fuck.. i-i think it’s time to let this food baby go..” He muttered, scooting Dongju off his lap and hopping up, just to be pulled back down next to Dongju again. “Mm, not yet. Im not done with you.”

The smaller straddled the others thighs again, cradling the belly in his hands again. Geonhak let out a soft whine, listening as his belly protested, begging for release. “D-Dongju, i-ive got to go..” His stomach churned and burbled angrily with each passing second, dongju ignoring the cries for his own guilty pleasure. “I think i deserve an award for soothing your belly ache.. dont you remember what you promised lasted time?” Dongju slipped down onto the floor, sitting himself between his hyungs legs, waisting no time as he eagerly tugged down his bottoms, being greeted by a tent in Geonhak’s boxers. “Perfect.. Already hard for me..” Geonhak’s whole face turned red, resting a hand to the side of his angry, grumbling stomach. “J-ju, i can’t.. my belly aches too much.. i really need to use th—“ He was cut off by an eager Dongju, who has already freed his cock from his boxers, and press a kiss to the leaking tip. “You’re belly is just gonna ache more and more until you’ve filled my belly with your cum..” The sound of Dongju’s belly rumbling with hunger echoed through the room, harmonizing with the other belly’s gurgles. Geonhak bit his lip and scooted to the edge of the couch, cock twitching right in front of the others face. His balls rested under him, swollen, throbbing and abused. it’s been awhile since he’s gotten off...What better place to dump his huge load than down his best friends throat. Happily, dongju took his hyungs cock into his mouth, looking up passed the bloated belly to meet the others gaze, sending shivers down Geonhak’s spine.

Soon, dongju’s throat was being pounded into, his bottoms now on the floor with his hand around his own cock, jerking himself. Deep grunts and moans rumbles through the others throat as he pushed his hips into the smallers mouth, a hand over his belly as if gurgled and sloshed with each movement. Finally, with a growl, geonhak released his built up cum deep into Dongju’s throat, filling his rumbling belly full of his seed. Dongju’s eyes widened at the sudden release, his head being forced down onto the cock, unable to pull back. Tears filled his eyes and he clutched his expanding stomach, taking in ever last drop of his cum. It wasn’t long before his lower belly began to flood with the cum his stomach was unable to hold, pushing out his stomach even more, all while crying against geonhak’s cock, begging him to stop before he burst like a balloon. Finally, after dongju’s entire midsection was full, geonhak pulled back, watching the boy vomit up a huge wave of potent seed, still leaving him with a small, taught belly, looking as if he was a few weeks into his own pregnancy. Geonhak smirked and stood himself up, leaving to finally relieve himself, poor Dongju panting and collapsing by the puddle of cum he threw up.

A few minutes passed, dongju laid on the floor, collecting himself. A soft gurgle from his stomach caught his attention, sitting up and slowly raising his shirt, gasping at the sight of his round, bloated stomach. It let out another grumble, one that sounded satisfied and full. Dongju smiled tiredly, cupping a hand to his cum filled underbelly. “you like that, huh?” The belly rumbled in response, causing his already hard cock to twitch up against his stomach. “i’ll cover you in cum too~” the smaller whispered, caressing the swollen mound, leaning back and wrapping his free hand around his length, slowly stroking himself against his belly. Soft moans filled the room, his head full of memories that happened just a moment ago. He pushed against his stomach, hearing it slosh with his hyungs cum, groaning before resting a hand over the top of his stomach. The thought of being filled full of Geonhak’s cum was enough to push him over the edge, and with a soft whine, he released his seed all over his round belly. “Well, well, well... Enjoying yourself too?” said Geonhak from the doorway, causing dongju to jump a little. He nodded his head and looked down at his belly, the mess he made and then at geonhak, a pout on his lips. Geonhak was now much less bloated, and felt much better. He was Quick to clean dongju off and place him on his lap on the couch, holding him close. Dongju got comfortable, pulling his shirt down as much as he could, the shirt riding just above his belly button from the bloat. Geonhak was just about to speak up when he was interrupted by a deep gurgle from Dongju’s stomach. Dongju let out a soft whine, looking down at his belly as he placed a hand over it, feeling his belly churn, digesting the cum that sat heavily inside. “Sounds like you’re ready to nap and digest your meal now.” Geonhak chuckled, laying back with dongju rested on top of him. The smaller boy smiled and wrapped his arms around the other, feeling his swollen belly pressing into geonhaks, fitting together like a puzzle piece. Slowly, the two drifted off to sleep, the soft rumbling and gurgling of dongju’s belly, along with the vibrations it made, soothed them both into a sweet, deep slumber.

#stomach kink #belly kink #oneus #leedo scenarios #leedo smut #leedo oneus #son dongju #oneus dongju #emeto #inflated belly #stuffed belly #kpop scenarios #kpop #belly ache #belly rumbles #writing prompt #sickfic

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du0tine · 3 years

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𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬𝑹.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝐈𝐃𝐊 | 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 + 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫, 𝑮𝑶𝑹𝑬 & 𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 𝑴𝑼𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. 𝑴𝒀 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑶𝑭 𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑨𝑽𝑨𝑱𝑶. 𝑷𝑯𝒀𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑷𝑺𝒀𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹. 𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑼𝑪𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑰𝑺 𝑨𝑫𝑽𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑫.

𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲!! 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲! 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭.

𝟎𝟏: 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓.

The sun was scorching, its blazing rays burning him up. Drenched in sweat, his dirty tan shirt clung to his skin creating a sensation of such moist discomfort he’d never known was possible. Rummaging around for his water bottle he finds the silver canister surface boiling hot to touch, the contents inside completely dry. Groaning he throws the empty canister to the floor of his clean 1970’ Dodge Monaco. The desert was well, deserted the stretch of land was vast. Littered with tall, striking green cacti with the odd vulture circling above in search of animal carcasses to eat.

Even the predatory bird flying up high, with its bird eye view advantage couldn’t find a single thing to feast on. So how on earth could Taeil find a young women here of all places?

His thoughts were cut short when a loud bang was heard. Something had fallen atop the hood of his car. Tilting his sheriff’s hat upwards he instinctively grabs at his silver revolver, his hand gripped tightly around the wooden handle. His thumb placed atop the trigger but not pulling it down. He spots what’s caused the commotion and groans as he sees the black feathers of the vulture that had previously been circling above him cover the surface of his car. The bird itself was emaciated and lay dead, its dark blood slowly covering the hood of his car.

“Fucking pity,” he murmurs to himself before stepping out. Nudging the bird with his gun at its lifeless body he pushes the bird aside, its body falling to the ground. The dust swallowing it alive, bits and particles of the grain covering the bird.

Gazing up towards the sky he mentally groans to himself it had been officially 45 days since her disappearance. If anything she was a dead pile of stinking, rotting flesh or perhaps all the remained was the skeletal corpse of her frail bones. Her body ravaged upon by the desert’s harsh elements. It would have to be a miracle or some sort for her to be alive. For the desert itself reeked of death, stripped and bare not a single proper source of life to be seen. It wasn’t the animals that ate you, it was the desert itself.

He was beginning to lose hope.

Pulling out his map he marks his current location with a red circle noting underneath that the place was bare, not a single human being to be seen. This stretch of land was one of the many he’d come across, empty with no sights of human activity to be found. Pulling out his radio he calls into town to further update and report his case.

“Sheriff Moon?” Answers the voice on the other line.

“Reporting to Deputy Lee this is Sheriff Moon,” He repeats wincing at the loud crackling of the radio as he wipes a bead of sweat away from his temple.

“Any news?” Answered Deputy Lee Taeyong.

“Pocaterra County is bare, not a single living thing in sight. Fuck — there was a vulture but even that poor fucker dropped dead atop my car,” He explains his eyes drifting back onto the hood of his car. The blood had already dried, staining the vehicles navy blue surface. Not to mention the rather large dent in the middle of it all, “Newbie? Be sure to schedule an appointment with the mechanic, the fucker dented my car.”

“I’ll put your car up for inspection Sheriff Moon. Are you coming back into town today?”

“My rations are finished, I’ll be back by midnight to restock.”

“We’ll be waiting, get here safe. Over,” Replies Deputy Lee.

“Over and out,” Answers Taeil as he shuts off his radio. Sitting back into his car, he feels suffocated by the heat and overall is exhausted. He couldn’t wait till this case was over.

Switching on the engine to his car, the vehicle roars as it comes to life. Stepping on the gas he drives the hell out of that deserted plot of land. Reaching the long strip of highway rather quickly. It was going to be a very long drive back to town. Speeding down the highway, driving through the desert landscape the sun began to set. Painting a beautiful arrangement of oranges and reds across the horizon as the sun soon disappeared underneath the rolling hills and in its place came the moon. As the car’s headlights flickered on illuminating the road Taeil began to pick up speed, eager to reach the town as soon as possible.

It wasn’t the night that scared him. It was something about being alone in the dark in the middle of nowhere that did. The hairs on his arms stood up straight as goosebumps began to litter his skin. Something didn’t feel right and he wanted to get the fuck out.

His foot placed firmly on the accelerator the car moved at an incredible speed. Moving from 80mph to 100mph soon reaching 120mph, everything whizzed past him. The scenery becoming a mere blur as he fell into a daze. The aura wasn’t right, it felt tight. Like something held him tightly within their hands, the air in his lungs becoming sparse as his breathing became hoarse. His mouth going agape, drool seeping out of the corner of his mouth as he wheezed. His eyes were empty, filled with absolutely no emotion. The knuckles on his hands turning white as he gripped the steering wheel tightly, the sound of the wind whipping against the car echoing through his mind.

There was no stopping him. Not until he saw it.

It shone like a bright, white orb. Gravitating in the distance and moving towards the vehicle with such velocity that when he stared at the figure from afar. He could’ve sworn it had perhaps been the moon, falling from the sky and rocketing towards him.

The drool from his mouth began to travel down his neck dripping onto his shirt. Clear snot slipping out of nostrils as the waterworks began to drip from every orifice of his face. Salty tears poured down his cheeks as the white figure began to move closer and closer.

Soon he saw a face, then a pale white body.

One that was like white porcelain it showed delicacy. It was one of incredible beauty and yet as he sped closer and closer towards the face he couldn’t snap out of the trance that he’d fallen into. His eyebrows scrunching in agony as he let out a harsh whine from his throat, one that turned into a high pitched scream when he saw the beautiful face turn into something much more menacing and familiar. Something deep within his mind clicked and it made him convinced that the face he was looking at was the true nature of something he knew so well.

The thing had jumped onto the hood of the car as it hovered above the windshield sitting up on its knees. The gaze it held was intense as it never looked away from Taeil. Bringing forth its hands towards its face, its elongated fingers tore into its face. Plunging its fingers into both eye sockets and pulling out its milky white eyeballs as crimson blood began to pour out of the empty cavity’s. Then it moved towards its nose tugging at the skin, ripping it off with such vigour that blood sprayed onto the windshield.

Finally, it moved towards its mouth. First contorting it into such a menacing smile. A sharp finger at each corner before tugging the flesh in opposite directions. Ripping the skin and muscle creating two flaps of skin that when let go it hung loosely at the sides of its jaw. Its sharp teeth and bloody gums smiling brightly at Taeil before opening widely and letting out an ear piercing scream that terrorized him to his core.

It had been mimicking Taeil. It was Taeil.

Its empty facial orifices gawking at him as it howled in pain before flying into a rampage pulling at its hair ripping chunks of it out, as pieces of scalp went flying across the highway the wind blowing it away. Continuing to self mutilate itself the thing came to an abrupt stop. The once beautiful figure no longer visible as it sat there, the flying past it as the being held on tightly. Taeil hadn’t stopped speeding down the highway, he was too petrified to do so. He felt as if he’d been suffocated by an unknown force as his throat continued to feel enlarged.

He continued to misact amidst this trance like a marionette being controlled. As he was suddenly pushed towards the windshield glass. His face pressed tightly against the glass as he kept screaming, his voice growing hoarse. His foot falling from the accelerator as the car began to skid across the concrete, his hands ripped from the steering wheel and forced behind his back as the disfigured being stared at him.

As he stared at what once looked like himself.

It sat there momentarily observing Taeil before once more copying the young man. Bashing its head against the windshield, creating a spiders web of broken glass on the windshield. Pressing its face firmly against it as the glass sliced into its skin, it screamed and it screamed. It just wouldn’t stop, just like himself.

He didn’t know what he was looking at anymore, the being pressed up against the glass looked beyond recognizable. Much to his dismay the car had lost control losing track of the road and swerving onto the desert floor before flipping on its side. Once, twice the car flopped around before coming to an abrupt stop.

Completely upside down, Taeil had blacked out.

#neowritingsnet #nct-writers #nctcreations #nctnetwrite #unfortunatus: inferno #nct #nct 127 #moon taeil #taeil x reader #moon taeil imagines #moon taeil x reader #taeil angst #[i forgot my other networks lol]#[not sure if I edited this but idc LOL]

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magicalmonsterhero · 2 years

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W.I.T.C.H. (Live-Action) trailer

My take on a trailer (possibly live-action) for a W.I.T.C.H. movie, partially inspired by the trailers for Doctor Strange. (Posted today in celebration of the movie’s 5th anniversary)

(Open on a bird’s eye view of Heatherfield at night. Without warning, a large disc of light materializes in the air, releasing tendrils of light in all directions.)

Yan Lin (v/o): Everything you think you know...I’d advise you to forget it.

(Shot of a Council of Kandrakar meeting. Shot of the Oracle holding out the Heart of Kandrakar to someone offscreen.)

Oracle (v/o): What if I told you that your world had a hidden potential?

(Cut to Will hovering in a void of light purple mist, dressed only in her PJs. All around her, faintly glowing bubbles drift about, various faces reflected in their surfaces.)

Oracle (v/o): Almost all worlds have magic, though not all have discovered it yet.

(Shot of Cornelia holding her arms up to shield herself as a chunk of rock hurtles toward her, only for it to explode into a flurry of flower petals. Shot of Taranee in a room on fire, making the flames part with a wave of her hand. Kneeling, she holds out a hand to Elyon, who is pinned under a steel beam. After a moment’s hesitation, Elyon takes it. Shot of Hay Lin flying over a park, the wind holding her aloft. Shot of Irma dancing across the surface of a pond, ribbons of water moving in sync with her steps.)

Oracle (v/o): Now that your world has begun to awaken in full, it has become a target for the ill-intentioned...

(Shot of Phobos emerging from a portal, accompanied by Lord Cedric and Vathek.)

Oracle (v/o): ...which means it will need Guardians to protect it as it adapts.

(Shots of the Guardians practicing with their powers, with Yan Lin and the Oracle watching from nearby.)

Oracle: They are strong.

Endarno: But will they be strong enough?

(Shot of Caleb engaged in battle with Vathek, with Elyon watching from behind a tree. Shot of the Guardians fighting Phobos’ minions.)

Endarno: There have been Guardians in the past, some of whom have lost their way.

(Shot of Yan Lin holding a photograph of herself and the previous team of Guardians. A wistful smile crosses her face as she runs a finger over the face of Cassidy. Cut to Phobos standing atop on the roof of Heatherfield High, arms spread wide as his minions pour from the magical gateway down below.)

Phobos: Now I have become fear, devastator of worlds.

(Shot of various Heatherfield citizens looking up at the sky. A few, such as Matt and Lillian, begin to glow faintly, though no one seems to notice.)

Text: THE FIVE MUST UNITE

(Cut to the five girls standing in a circle, with the Heart of Kandrakar floating above Will’s open palm.)

Will: Guardians, unite!

(The Heart begins to glow, and each of the girls is enveloped in a colorful orb of light—Will in pink, Irma in blue, Taranee in red, Cornelia in green, and Hay Lin in yellow.)

Text: AND TRANSFORM THEIR REALITY

(The orbs break open, revealing the girls in their Guardian forms.)

Will: Aether!

Irma: Water!

Taranee: Fire!

Cornelia: Earth

Hay Lin: Air!

(Shot of the girls taking to the air, launching into battle with a magically enlarged Cedric. Cut to title card.)

W💎I💧T🔥C🌼H☁️

#W.I.T.C.H.#fan trailers #live-action movie #inspired by the trailers for Doctor Strange

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classyandroidandy · 4 years

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Mr. Mom -- Hendrickson x Wife Reader

I absolutely LOVE this song, and I highly recommend listening to it while reading this (as I am right now!). I thought that this would be the CUTEST little idea, and what better way to show how excited I am for season 3! Finally!

I totally love Hendrickson, and I loved how great of an antagonist he was! I put some songs in that you can listen to while reading (as I listened to these as I wrote). They don’t all explicitly pertain to the writing, but they were just soothing and quiet. Listen or don’t, I don’t really care either way. Welp, I won’t hold ya from the story any longer. As I always say...

~Enjoy!

Songs to listen to: Mr. Mom by Lonestar

Malibu by Miley Cyrus

Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You by College Music

One Big Country Song by LoCash

Fine! by Malbum

One Day at a Time by Quinn CXII

WARNING: This story contains wholesome feels! No viewer warnings!❤

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Hendrickson sighed in content as he walked home from the castle, seeing a woman digging in the backyard garden. A smile graced his lips as he glanced at her widened hips. The tall knight couldn’t suppress a deep breath as he pressed his nose into the warm neck of his dearest, wrapping his arms around her middle.

“What a lovely sight to come home to...” Hendrickson breathed, pressing his hands forward to cup the swollen stomach of his wife. She stumbled backwards slightly at the sudden hold, but quickly laughed the male off.

“Well, good evening to you too, sir.” (Y/n) laughed, brushing her hair from her face with her wrist. Her hands were crusted in dirt from weeding her precious garden. Hendrickson laughed, pressing his nose farther into the tender skin of the female’s neck. The smaller woman hissed at the feeling, giggling as she swatted her dirty hands at her spouse.

“Git out of my neck! You goose!” She cried, shrieking as the knight grabbed her around her waist and hoisted her slightly into the air, spinning with her. The two laughed brightly, enjoying the positive moment they had together.

“Daddy!” A small voice yelled, pattering feet rushing toward the two adults. Hendrickson gently placed his wife back on her feet as he glanced at the small boy running up to him. Hendrickson didn’t hesitate to grasp the small child in his large hands, effortlessly lifting the young boy over his head with a laugh. The child screamed with joy.

“Ah! There’s my little man! Did you work hard for mommy today?” Hendrickson laughed, perching the toddler on his broad shoulders. The boy giggled while nodding, wrapping his tiny hands around the Holy Knight’s head.

“Worked hard on making daddy’s surprise, huh?” (Y/n) teased, leaning heavily onto the fence surrounding the large garden. The silver haired male took immediate notice.

“(Y/n)?” He asked quietly, lifting the small boy off his shoulders and back onto the ground as he quickly approached his wife. The female tutted at him while sticking a grateful hand out to the man.

“Oh, hush. You fret like an old woman!” (Y/n) teased. “I’m fine, just heavy.” The female breathed, closing her eyes as she rubbed a hand across her large stomach. Hendrickson began guiding the woman back towards the house, gathering the young boy once again in his arm as they walked, bouncing the child against his chest as they moved.

“I’m not an old woman...” The knight pouted, jutting his lip out playfully at his wife as he glanced at her with forlorn. (Y/n) snorted, scrunching her nose up as she laughed. Hendrickson deepend his pout.

“Don’t laugh at me.” He snickered, placing his son down as he entered the humble home and turned to face his wife. He reached his hands up to cup her face gently as her laughs subsided. He smoothed his thumb across her cheek, enjoying the warmth that spread beneath his touch. (Y/n) turned from his grasp and began to scrub her hands in the sink as she pushed the remaining dirt from under her fingernails.

“How ‘bout you go put chuckles to bed? We can sit together after.” (Y/n) suggested, fighting the plea from her voice at the prospect of a small break. Hendrickson looked down at his wife’s swollen feet and ankles. The male smiled at her, nodding as he pressed a firm kiss to her forehead.

“I’ll be right on that. Go lay down and prop your feet up, dearest.” Hendrickson mumbled as he walked towards the bouncing, giggling child. He scooped the little boy up by his feet, tossing the toddler in the air as he walked them to the small back bathroom to get cleaned and ready for bed.

(Y/n) gave a sigh of relief, limping to her shared room and finally laying down for the first time that day, bunching the blankets underneath her feet to ease the throbbing. She glanced down at her swollen belly, pressing a gentle hand to the stretched skin as she savored the feeling of the growing life inside her. (Y/n) closed her eyes as she leaned back and began to relax.

Hendrickson snuck into the room quietly and sat near his wife’s swollen feet. His large hands grasped the smooth flesh and gently beginning to massage her aching appendages. The woman hissed at the feeling, sinking further into the mattress beneath her as she allowed her husband to ease the pain in her feet and ankles. (Y/n) peeked an eye down at the silver-haired male and smiled.

“Y’know, I’ll always love you.” The woman murmured, propping herself up on her elbows. The knight fought the blush that rose to his cheeks as he switched feet. He couldn’t deny how nice it was to hear her say such things. Especially when he thought no one would ever come to love him. He loved coming home and seeing the small life he was able to create with his precious wife, see the second life he was blessed with through the bulge of her stomach.

“I... I love you too, (Y/n)... So, so much...” Hendrickson whispered, releasing the tender flesh of his spouse’s feet to crawl up to her face, pressing a firm kiss to her lips. The female responded quickly with an equally loving kiss. There was nothing but admiration and gratefulness shared between the two. Hendrickson’s arms lifted up to trap his wife between his biceps. He pulled away from the kiss and gazed lovingly into the (e/c) orbs of his dearest.

“Hend...” (Y/n) whispered, grabbing one of her husband’s hands and pulling it to her stomach.

“Hmm?” Hendrickson questioned, looking down at the swollen stomach of his lover. His question was answered quickly with the feeling of a light thumping kick to the side of his wife’s stomach. The Holy Knight’s eyes widened as he moved away from (Y/n)’s face, leaning closer to her stomach as he became enamored with the enlarged area.

“He can feel you...” (Y/n) whispered to the male. He nodded absently as he continued to move his hands slowly across her belly. His hand slowly reached to grasp his spouse’s, pulling the appendage close to him as he pressed a kiss to her knuckles, tears gathering in his eyes.

“Thank you, (Y/n)... For believing in me when I couldn’t... For supporting me when I was afraid... For loving me when I couldn’t love myself... Thank you...” Hendrickson breathed, turning his gaze to stare at the woman beneath him, tears spilling down his cheeks as he fought sobs. His wife tutted, reaching her arms out to him. The male embraced her slowly as he took care to be mindful of her sensitive body. (Y/n) ran a comforting hand through his silver hair.

“Of course, Hendrickson. I’ll always love you...” (Y/n) whispered, beginning to fall asleep. The comfort of her spouse safely returning home and warmly embracing her lulled her to sleep.

Hendrickson pressed one last kiss to her forehead before getting comfortable next to the love of his life. He carefully draped an arm across the woman before closing his eyes, pulling (Y/n) into his chest as he dozed off.

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#the seven deadly sins #nanatsu no taizai #hendrickson #x reader #seven deadly sins x reader #hendrickson x reader

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shimmeringclouds · 3 years

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Osomatsu - A Promise I'll Break

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳!𝘖𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

"What do you think of death?"

The question was very sudden and out of the blue. You snapped your head over to the man beside you, sat casually in his seat with a steaming coffee mug in hand. His eyes, glowing a vibrant green, stared inquisitively at your tense figure as he sipped at his beverage, the skeletal mask that covered his lower face removing itself eerily.

"I...I'm not sure what you mean.." It was the truth. With a being like him asking a question like that, there could be a few dark undertones that you wished not to uncover.

"Well, y'know.." he gestured lazily with his free hand, black mist swirling around him in an unearthly manner. He didn't belong here. "A lot of people seem like their scared of death, finding it to be a horrifying journey that the naked eye can't witness.." he chuckled at that, allowing a shiver to run up your spine, "But sometimes, people see it as a blessing, in a way. A person's spirit can finally leave this world in peace."

He turned his gaze back to you.

"So, what do you think of it?"

You stared adamantly down at your own clear drink. Your fingers were enlarged under the water's image, pressing tightly against the glass. Small bubbles of air filtered around the liquid, rising to the top before bursting all to quickly.

"I'm not sure, sir.. It is true that it can be.. terrifying, staring death in the eyes," you shuddered again, "But I do have hope that there is something waiting for us.. A happier place, maybe."

The man hummed, leaning his head back to the stair at the ceiling, his brown hair flopping back over his scalp. Suddenly, he sat up straight, pointing at you.

"I told you to stop calling me 'sir!" You jolted, carefully manoeuvring your glass so that your water wouldn't spill. "C'mon, what do I have to do to at least get you to call me by my name? It's not hard! Say it with me: O-so-ma-tsu!"

With him being who he was, you would have thought that he would act more mature —wise, even — but he had no such personality traits. He instead acted like a man child in desperate need for attention, specifically from you. You hated it, because it meant you had to see him more often around your workplace, which only served to unnerve you. And he was either oblivious to this, or chose to purposefully ignore it.

You glanced over to the clock, eyes lighting up at the time. You swiftly stood up after swallowing down your glass of water, grabbing your coat and bag from the coatrack.

"You're leaving?" he frowned, swivelling in his chair to watch you. You barely spared him a look, unable to force yourself to stare back into those gleaming green eyes.

"Yes, my shift is over for today."

"Ah, I see... But don't forget!" he called after you before you could leave the room. "We have 'graveyard' shift tomorrow!" he grinned, watching you tense up at the shoulders.

You were outside the room now, facing the empty hallway, except it wasn't empty. Ghostly figures slipped past you every now and then, there skin and clothing wafting through the air like silk, although it wouldn't feel like the material at all, should you touch it. You knew that first hand.

"Safe travels, [Y/N]." was the last words you heard from him that night as you shut the door behind you, clutching at your bag tightly as you wove your way through the hauntingly empty corridors. All you wanted to do was go home.

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The air was colder than you had anticipated, your fingers and face feeling numb to the cool night air. You sighed heavily as you finally made it inside the hospital, quickly making your way over to the staff room, where you knew he would be waiting oh-so eagerly for you.

As you turned down a hallway, you came to a sudden stop, barely preventing yourself from crashing into another nurse turning the same corner. You both jumped back with a noise of surprise, wide eyes regarding one another before relaxing.

"Oh, hey [Y/N]," the nurse chuckled, holding a hand to her chest. "You're on duty now?"

You gave no response, staring at something over her shoulder. She raised a brow as all colour seemed to drain itself from your face. "..[Y/N]..? Is everything okay?" she turned her head over her shoulder, frowning as she found nothing there.

But of course she wouldn't see anything. She wasn't born with this curse. She should be grateful, to not be able to see the decaying face of a remaining spirit, hovering over her with its jaw unhinged and eyes filled with nothing but darkness. You bit back the urge to vomit as it raised a rotting hand, shoving its jaw back into place with a sickening crack.

"Uh... Maybe you should get some water. I'll.. see you tomorrow, [Y/N]." The nurse left you quickly, and you knew she was looking back at you with odd glances. She would probably go and tell everyone else what had happened. You could practically hear the conversation already:

'That new girl is so weird, staring at nothing! It's like she's seeing things! She should get herself checked out, maybe she's not all good up there.'

"[Y/N]?"

You jumped, whipping around to find Osomatsu staring at you blankly. His cape-like jacket flowed behind him as he came closer to you, stopping just in front of you. His eyes flickered over your shoulder before returning to you as he tilted his head.

"You good? You were kinda just standing there."

You stammered for a moment, turning to look behind you and, to no surprise of your own, finding no spirit floating there like it was before. You sighed quietly, feeling a headache already coming on.

"I'm.. fine."

"..Good!" he smiled, walking past you with a beckon of his hand, " 'Cuz we have a lot of paperwork to get through and pass out, so let's not waste any time, yeah?"

Of course he wouldn't actually care for your wellbeing. With a twitch of your eye, you begrudgingly followed behind him, keeping your head low and ignoring the want to cover your ears to block out the ugly groans and wails of those others couldn't see. You wished you could be like them.

As soon as you sat down in that swivelling office chair, you willed your mind to switch onto autopilot, wanting to zone out the rest of the night as much as you could and get lost in your work. It would be easier to deal with the terrible hours you were having to endure. But no matter how hard you tried, this particular night seemed to want you completely aware of everything that was going on around you.

You were constantly jumping in your seat as spirit after spirit wandered in and out of the room, their whispering calls and cries for their loved ones ringing in your ears for minutes on end. The temperature in the room seemed to drop lower than room temperature, making you shiver. Not even the steaming mug of coffee beside you warmed you up.

And then, there was Osomatsu, who was supposed to be helping you, but was instead whining about everything that came to his mind, blabbering on non-stop and even snickering at you whenever you had a scare. It irritated you greatly, but you were also afraid. You couldn't exactly say anything back to him — not if you wanted your life ripped from you in the blink of an eye.

Just when you thought you had just about enough of it all, he spoke to you in a more serious tone.

"Y'know, I've heard some things about you."

You froze in your seat. You knew where this was going. This was the absolute last thing you had wanted.

"Well, I heard stuff about you before you even started working here. Word spreads real fast, don't you think?"

You grip on the computer mouse tightened. You needed him to stop. Talking.

"But you know how rumours are. You can't exactly trust them, seeing as how everyone just ends up twisting them to match their own ideals. So I figured I'd just ask you directly — makes things easier."

There was a moments silence, the sound of a chair squeaking beside you as he leaned forward in his seat becoming deafeningly loud in the quiet space.

"I heard that you working here has made it your fourth transfer this month."

"How did you—?"

"They say," he cut you off, cat green eyes locking onto your own coloured orbs as you turned towards him, "That it's because you say you're seeing things. Someone even said it's because you weren't deemed 'suitable' to work at a couple other hospitals. The things that you say you've seen... aren't exactly kid friendly, are they?"

You bit down on your lip hard. His lower face was obscured by that mask again, with its skeletal jaw and raw bone outlining the glow of his eyes dangerously as he grinned, as if he had struck gold. The scythe he always carried was resting across his lap, glinting under the light, a reminder of just how close death was to you.

"I.." Your voice wavered, hesitant to tell the truth, but you knew deep down that he probably already knew it, for a lot longer than you thought he did.

"It's not.. my fault.." you sighed, lowering your face into your hands and digging the heels of your palms into your eyes in a poor attempt to keep your tears at bay, the stress now catching up to you, "I don't want to see these.. these things all the time, but they won't go away.. they're everywhere.."

"What do you see?"

"...I see things like you." Your heart began to pick up speed as it thrummed in your ears, close to bursting as you finally plucked up the courage to speak.

"Things — no, people, that aren't alive anymore. Spirits, spectres, ghosts, whatever you want to call them. And —... And reapers, like you," You shuddered, "I can see it all. Wherever I go, they're always following me.."

Osomatsu still hadn't given you a response, and your worry spiked. You didn't want to open your eyes to witness another angry reaper, ready to chase you out of another job. The last one had almost caught you. You couldn't go through that again.

"I know who you really are, Matsuno," you still refrained from using his 'real' name, "But I swear, I'm not here to get in your way! I'm just here to do my job as a nurse, I want to help people! I don't.. I don't mean to disturb you. So, please... Please don't try to get rid of me. I really need this job.."

"Why would I try to get rid of you?"

You paused.

"The last reaper I ran into.. didn't like me all too much.." you grimaced at the memory. "He thought I was trying to save the souls he had to reap, and he chased me away from the hospital. I can't go back there, even if I wanted to.."

Osomatsu chuckled softly.

"Sounds like little Ichimatsu, alright.." he mumbled to himself, whilst you were too busy staring at him, bewildered that he had just laughed at you. Was this all a joke to him? You really hoped it wasn't.

He leaned back in his seat again, resting his arms behind his head in a relaxed position. Grinning at you, you watched as his mask and dark clothing slowly dissolved away, revealing the usual male nurse uniform that others had always seen, and you had rarely seen on him.

"I had a feeling you were an odd one," he hummed. "Ever since you stepped foot in this place, these old wisps have been gravitating towards you like a magnet."

"I'm sorry," you blurted. "They always seem to attach to me. I don't mean for it to happen—"

"I know, you don't need to start blubbering over it," he raised a hand. "If anything, you always want to just get away from them, and that's enough for me to know that you're not gonna ruin my own little gig I got here, too. So, how about we strike a small deal?"

He held out a gloved hand, still keeping that cattish smile plastered over his lips. You cocked a brow, suspiciously eyeing his outstretched palm.

"You promise to me that you won't get in the way of my 'work'," he used his free hand to make quote marks over the word, "and I'll promise not to mess with you either. Deal?"

"...It's not just you who messes with me here," you reminded him, just in time to catch another spirit wander into the room. It stared at you blankly for a moment, hollow eyes staring deep into your soul, then shifted over to Osomatsu before leaving again.

"Fine," he rolled his eyes as he groaned. "I'll make sure neither I nor the other spirits in this place mess with you. Is that better?"

Something deep in the back of your mind was screaming that it wasn't better. Trusting a reaper of all things was a bad idea, and making a deal with one was even worse. But, as you stared into his gleaming eyes, what choice did you have?

"..Just peachy.." you slipped your hand into his, the cold of his flesh seeping into your warm palm as he shook it twice firmly, his smile widening and showing off his shrunken fangs.

"Y'know, I have a feeling things are gonna get a little more interesting around here, now." You grimaced, snatching your hand away from him.

"I hope not."

"Ugh, you humans are all so boring.." he whined. You ignored him, turning back to your computer. As much as you hated admitting it to yourself, you couldn't deny that the weight on your shoulders had lightened just a small bit, enough for you to breath without having that constricting feeling in your chest.

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Osomatsu should have known something was wrong.

A smooth four months had sailed by since your deal, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying your presence more and more as the days went by.

The one day where you didn't come in for work, though, he shrugged it off. Even when he had overheard that you hadn't called in to give any reasoning behind your absence, he didn't think too much of it. Humans were weak things compared to him, after all; if you needed a break, then he wouldn't dwell on it any longer.

That single day turned into two days. Then those two days turned into three days. Then those three days turned into three weeks.

Osomatsu grew more agitated by the day. His mood was visibly worsening, snapping at anyone when they would tell him they didn't know where you were. He didn't understand why he felt that way. He didn't know why he suddenly felt so angry at the fact that he didn't know where you were. The deep pit in his stomach was telling him that something bad had happened. He should be worried.

But why should he be worried? You were a human. You were weaker than him, had less of a lifespan than him, so what if you could see spirits and random shit like he could? He was a reaper, an all powerful being that could suck the soul out of your body with a single tap of his scythe. Why should he care about what's happened to you?

He shoved those feelings deep into the back of his mind, attempting to erase them as quickly as he could. He didn't need these insignificant feelings getting in the way of his work.

It wasn't enough, though.

No one had expected to see you come into his hospital room, wrapped in numerous bandages and heavy casts on your right arm and leg. Your bruised eyes were shut closed as a small patch of stitching made itself clear on your left brow, your breathing deep as if you were simply sleeping, but he knew it was so much more than that.

Just one look, and all those feelings came bursting to the forefront of Osomatsu's mind as he stared at you in bewilderment.

"She came in last night," someone was telling him, but he wasn't focusing on them. "She was taken from her home about a month ago, and was beaten pretty brutally. We're still trying to figure out why and how this has happened, but until she's feeling well enough, she'll be under your care, Matsuno."

Whoever was speaking to him left the room not soon after, leaving you and Osomatsu alone. He was still staring at your battered form, eyes shifting from a muddy brown to a fluorescent green as he eyed the glow around your body. It was flickering, significantly dimmer than the last time he had seen you —back then, you were glowing.

His black clothing slipped itself over his uniform like a shadow, a hood falling low over his forehead as his mask settled onto his lower jaw, lips pressed into a firm line as he grasped his scythe. Stepping towards you, he hovered his scythe over your heart for a moment before shifting the sharpened tip to your temple, tapping it once as the bright hospital room fell away into darkness.

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You stared down at the flowing white dress that had draped itself over you. Rubbing the material between your fingertips, you barely acknowledged how soft it felt before letting it fall to your side with a sigh.

The luminosity of your dress was the only thing to stand out in this darkness that surrounded you. You felt as if you had walked in circles trying to figure out where you were, only to realise that you weren't moving at all. It was a perpetual loop, never ending, never beginning.

You sat yourself on the solid ground beneath you, tucking your legs close to your chest as you rested your chin on your knees, arms wrapping around yourself in a feeble attempt at comfort.

You knew what this all meant. Your end was coming soon, and all you could do was wait for that end to come for you. You began to wonder who would come to take you, and a brief image of a familiar face came to mind before you waved it away.

Having him see you as you were now — feeble and vulnerable — was nothing short of humiliating for you. On top of that, you really didn't want his face to be the last thing you would see before you... left. It would only make things harder.

You didn't know if time existed wherever you were, but you felt as if you had sat there for a lifetime, occupying yourself by tracing over the scattered bruises over your exposed arms from your dress. You couldn't feel the pain, but you knew it was there. How long had you endured all of that for? You lost track of the days a long time ago.

The sound of footfalls echoing around you in the vast blank space made you perk up. Not seeing anything to your left or right, you turned around, hand pressing to the cool floor as your breath caught in your throat.

"Had a feeling I would find you here," Osomatsu jested as he stood casually before you, leaning against the mantle of his scythe with his free hand resting in his pocket.

"Are you here to.. take me away?" Your quiet voice amplified itself in the silence, reaching his ears easily. He seemed to contemplate this question, eyes squinting as he peered at you, taking steps towards you before he knelt down in front of you.

"It is my job to do so, but right now..?" He ran a hand through his hair under his hood, chuckling weakly, "I don't know."

You lowered your head, unable to look him in the eyes, now for many different reasons. You flinched at the feeling of his fingers pressing under your chin, lifting your face up to look at him once more as he scrutinised the markings on your face. It became unsettling to watch his face fall blank, a slate of no emotion whilst he gazed at you.

"..I've heard different rumours this time," quoting himself from all this months ago. How you wished to go back to those times. At least it was easier to live than it was now. "Somebody took you, and somebody hurt you." He traced his index finger up, over the curve of your cheek to the arch of your brow, barely brushing over the cut that had rested there. "Who did this to you?"

"I don't know.. They wanted me for my 'gift'.." you spat the word out with a scowl, "But does it matter?" You looked away from him again. "If you're here to take me away, then hurry up and do it already."

"Why are you so eager to end your life here?" Osomatsu tilted his head.

"Because what else do I have out there?!" You yelled in frustration, tears finally rolling down your heated cheeks. "Even if I live, there's not going to be anything waiting for me! Everything keeps getting worse and worse — I can't take it anymore!"

"And yet you're still here."

"Because you won't reap my soul—!"

"Because you still want to live."

He stood up, reaching for your wrists and pulling you up with him. You stuttered as he pressed your firmly against his chest, his hand forcing you to look into his eyes.

"Do you think I just take whatever soul I want whenever I want to?" He huffed a laugh at you, wiping away a fresh tear with the pad of his thumb. "I take souls who are ready and willing to die. And for you, that's not the case. If you were truly willing to die, I would have taken your soul the minute you were brought into this hospital."

Staring up at him, you found it hard to look away a third time. Even as your vision blurred his features together, you could still point out his eyes. You had never noticed how pretty they were like this, glinting like cut jade, shaped and moulded into perfect orbs.

"I know I made a deal to you," he mumbled, eyes half-lidded as he clutched you closer, "But just this once, let me break it. Let me get you out of here."

"...Will you be there when I wake up?"

He laughed louder this time, the vibration of his voice rumbling through his chest.

"I'll be there for as long as you need. Or until you get sick of me."

You let out a watery giggle. You were sure that you were past that stage.

It was odd. A mere few months ago, you had despised being in the presence of this reaper. Yet now, you were clutching onto him tighter than ever as you nodded along to his proposal, wanting nothing more than to drown yourself in his comfort as you found yourself in a hospital room, blinking up at the ceiling.

#osomatsu san #osomatsu matsuno #osomatsu x reader #reaper!osomatsu #trigger warnings: death #tw #angst #romance

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justimajin · 4 years

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A Lone Wolf’s Howl ☾ Epilogue

⇾ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

⇾ Genre: Angst, Fluff, Action

↳ Werewolf AU

⇾ Words: 4k

⇾ Warnings: spoilers for endgame

⇾ Summary: Jungkook and you have been like two peas in a pod for the majority of your lives; whether it was going through the ups of downs of the horrid teenage change, to transitioning to the racing world of attempting to be adults. Simply put, you’ve been inseparable and glued to each other’s sides longer than you can remember. But one fateful day seems to completely change everything you had faith in and you begin to wonder if there was ever a time where you and your best friend even knew each other’s true colors.

⇾ A/N: Last part of the series!! Thank you for all for reading and I hope you enjoy ^.^

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⇾ Moodboard Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11(M) Part 12 Epilogue — in the making process

The dreary ash clouds begin to part, separating from each other when the sun peeks through the shadows. Its rays shine down on the six exhausted wolves, their forms immersed in a vicious bath of blood and sweat as they are surrounded with fallen forms, black eyed wolves and sword wielders alike.

Similar to a snap of fingers, the colour in Namjoon’s orbs slowly dissipates when they make contact with the brightening sky, the blue hue seeping away the gold in his eyes. Reverting back into their comfortable brown, they narrow into the far distance when hope begins to dwell in his eyes after so long.

The fog vanishes; a caramel brown wolf trudges its way as it limps over to the pack of wolves, which instantly peek up their heads and dash over. There’s an arm hanging over his side, the wolf holding the body in place with its canines until it completely collapses, its eyes finally fluttering shut when the six wolves around him are unharmed and most importantly, his family.

***

You wake up with a harsh gasp, body aching when it feels like someone has just drowsed you within scorching fire, the heat in your veins drawing hot tears to your eyes. Vision distorted; your ears are blocked when you can only catch onto the faintest of movements with mumbles in the background that you don’t have enough energy to decipher.

The pain only escalates, as if someone had pricked a thousand of needles through your skin, tugging at the opened flesh until a low scream is pulled out of you. Your whole body jerks from the movement, shoulder bumping into another when a familiar scent floods through you, granting you a desperate amount of relief when the throbbing doesn’t stop.

Fluttering your wet lids open for the briefest of moments, your vision focuses to view damp black locks, his eyes screwed shut as he breathes slowly next to you. His cheek is pressed against the pillow and he’s completely bare from waist up, but your eyes catch onto a glimpse of crimson splayed all across his back and suddenly the need to shut your eyes soars up again.

Threading your hand slowly underneath the sheets, you take a deep breath when your hand touches his, letting your vision cloud completely once again.

***

“Y/N.”

A faint pressure is on your shoulder, pushing you back and forth, “Y/N. Wake up.”

You groan, turning in the opposite direction when you can hear an audible sigh, “I know you can hear me Y/N. It’s time for you to wake up.”

Both your mind and body are equally exhausted, the last thing you want being to awaken either of them. However, the next words the voice gives out has your lids tugging up right away.

“Don’t you want to see Jungkook?”

Your brows furrow, the bright light sharply meeting them when you blink a couple of times, the room finally coming into clear view. Your eyes dart over to the man standing in front of your bed, his arms crossed as he lets out a sigh.

“You’re alright now. There’s no need to worry.” He smiles, creases appearing near his lips when he rakes a hand through his blue hair.

“J-Jimin?” You croak, voice coming out low and hoarse. He wraps an arm around you instantly, assisting you in getting up when you take in the empty room, not recognizing it.

“W-Where am I?”

“This is a room where we treat injured wolves. After what happened at Crimson, we brought you and Jungkook here, as well as some of the others to get treated.” Jimin explains.

The word ‘Crimson’ brings icy chills to your warm body, a shiver cascading through every single fiber despite you fighting against it. You overlook the prickling sensation, mind desperate when it sparks at the sound of his name.

“J-Jungkook, where is he?”

“He’s fine.” He assures you, “We brought both of you here together, but he was moved to a different room to rest when your treatment was taking longer.”

You raise an eyebrow at that, eyes immediately enlarging when you take in your heavily bandaged arm, barely seeing an inch of skin beneath it.

“What happened?” You question, mind still feeling numb from everything that occurred, wondering if it was just a mere illusion or actually part of a fragment from your reality.

“After you and Jungkook left, the rest of us followed through with the plan and took care of the remaining slayers and rogue werewolves.” Jimin explains, “Although we were fine in the beginning, their numbers suddenly increased and Namjoon suspected they knew about our attack, but then Jungkook came and told us you were keeping their leader preoccupied.”

You nod, the events linking together with a steady line, “Thanks to him we manage to pull through, until he said he was having a bad feeling and get to you as soon as possible.”

“Right when we were getting closer to victory, Namjoon saw Jungkook and you come back, but before we could even ask what happened, he collapsed and both of you looked badly injured.”

He points to your arm, wincing, “It was cut open and there was blood spilling out everywhere. We managed to stop the bleeding for now, but I would be careful if I was you.”

Humming, you recall being close to winning before the Elder had slashed your arm, rendering you immobile. However, your mind only seems to hinge onto a particular set of words, especially those mentioning the person that managed to bring you back in one piece, despite also being heavily injured from your fight.

“Jungkook.” You whisper, eyes wide with surprise, “Can you take me to him?”

Jimin nods, kneeling down so you can loop your mobile arm around his neck as his hand rests on your waist, tugging you up and letting you put your weight on him. He slowly walks, meeting your pace when he opens the door and brings you into the hallway.

The volume inside your mind is raised, thoughts swirling around blank flashbacks you have from defeating the Elder to Jungkook bringing you back. You feel faint, recalling how enraged you had felt when the Elder had simply brushed off all she had conspired, her thoughts void when you couldn’t come to believe what she had done to you and your family.

You also feel sick, your body recoiling when thoughts surrounding her demise enter your mind. The scene flashes past your eyes like its on repeat, a wrangled image of you sprouting out the sword before plunging it into her form, watching her dissipate right in front of you.

Despite the room being warm, a shiver runs down you involuntarily. You keep your weight against Jimin, appreciating that he was letting you because you knew you would have fallen right then and there if he hadn’t. The door opens and you’re greeted to a similar room you had waken up in; brightly lit with white walls and lined with several beds.

Your eyes roam around until they freeze, landing on the individual currently slumped on a bed, his back facing you.

Jimin seats you down on the opposite bed, letting go of your weight when your eyes catch onto Jungkook’s form spurring, shifting underneath the sheets.

With a nod of his head, Jimin quietly closes the door on his way out. Your eyes remained glued to the person in front of you, a faint smile emerging on your lips when you hear a low yawn.

When his eyes come into contact with yours, an instant array of relief hits you, noticing that although they seemed more tired than ever, they were still alive and healthy.

“Y-Y/N?” Jungkook mumbles, shifting himself to sit up. The sheet falls down his torso and your eyes instantly latch onto the sheer number of bandages surrounding him, the bulk of it all attached to his back.

Moving your eyes up to say something, you notice he’s doing the same thing with you – eyes stuck on the way your arm is barely visible.

“Are you okay?”

You blink, recognizing the traces of concern leaking into his eyes. However, you do know his question is targeted towards more than just inquiring about your injuries.

“I followed through with the plan.” You blankly state, “Crimson is gone.”

You don’t realize Jungkook’s beside you until the bed dips, his hand reaching out for your own. “You saved us.”

His voice doesn’t waver, saying it more like a well-known fact. There’s a small smile on your lips, looking up to gaze at him when he gives you an approving nod. The door outside creaks, causing both of you to shift your sight to the man standing at the corner.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

You shake your head and Namjoon takes it as an answer for him to come him, however the smile on your features fade when there’s a shining blade on his side, the familiarity immediately flooding through all of your senses and leaving you paralyzed.

“What you did wasn’t easy Y/N.” Namjoon says, “The rest of us were fighting against something we’ve fought against before, but you had to fight against your own home. An essential part of you,” He reaches out to take your hands, placing them onto the crafted designs of the sword, “Which I don’t want you to ever leave behind.”

Drops of water begin to stain the metal, now cleaned and established before it was raised against you. It was a sword that welcomed you in with open arms, that steadily grew you in the person you were today and guided you up until this point. It’s not a vague or torturous memory, just a simple part of you now.

“It was retrieved afterwards, so all of us thought it would be best if you kept it.”

“Thank you Namjoon.”

Your voice comes out low, but it holds such a large amount of solace within it that Namjoon smiles, watching you clutch onto the sword as if your whole entire life depended on it.

***

The sword is perched up onto the wall, a faint smile on your lips when you take a couple of steps back to view it.

“You want this one?” She questions, turning to you puzzled.

You furiously nod, hands clasped in front of you, “You told me I need to choose a sword soon. I choose that one.”

She chuckles, shaking her head when you maintain your determined stance, “This sword belongs to me Y/N.” She explains, “You will need to find a new one to choose.”

“But there’s no other sword like yours!”

She sighs, her long robes following her when she examines the fine walls of lined sword, plucking one right after contemplating, “Here. This one will be your choice.”

You frown, taking the fine blade within the palms of your hands, “It is similar to the one I have.”

She raises her sword and your eyes spark, a huge grin lining your lips.

The Elder smiles, “We’ll match.”

There’s a similar grin on your lips the longer you stare at the sword, but it’s mixed in with tender reminiscence. With a heavy sigh, your sliver eyes shift, looking at the framed picture of two woman hanging right beside the sword.

A roaring fire is in the background, the living room filled with an irreplaceable glow when you stare up at two pairs of eyes. One of them has brown orbs, warm and gentle, hands moving closer to engulf you into a surprise hug.

Giggles tumble out from your lips, getting spun around with excitement as you wave your small arms around, before being placed onto the ground again. The brown orbs continue to watch you, until they are soon joined by another pair, tender eyes gazing at you.

Instead of brown however, these orbs radiate with a bright glow of silver.

A dreary sigh escapes you, eyes glued to the walls and thoughts being whisked away with pieces of memories, lost in your own world until a voice suddenly draws you out of it.

“Y/N?”

Your head snaps up, eyes trailing over to a confused Jungkook staring at you from the door, dressed in a black hoodie as he munches down on the popcorn he pops into his mouth.

“Oh, Jungkook.” You grimace, “Sorry about that. Did you start the movie already?”

He shakes his head, walking over to you and offering you a piece of popcorn, “I was waiting for you, but it seems like you were somewhere else.”

He stares up at the wall, his eyes flickering over until they land on the picture frame.

“She has your eyes.”

“She was a slayer.” You lightly laugh, “We all have the same eyes.”

Jungkook follows you when you walk out of the room, closing the door behind you. “Except for you. You have that double colour thing going on.”

“Yeah, thanks to someone.”

You grin but Jungkook scoffs, “I already told you, it was wolf instincts!”

Walking over to the couch, you plant yourself down and Jungkook does as well, “Because of your instincts, I’m stuck with you for the rest of my life.”

Jungkook stops snacking, pouting as he whines, “Is that such a bad thing?”

“We’ll see, depends on if you can treat me right.” You lean over to grab some of his popcorn, cheekily shoving it in your mouth.

“You weren’t saying that when we spent our first night together.”

Your jaw drops and Jungkook snickers, causing you to snatch up a pillow and toss it over at him. Unfortunately, your aim is horrible compared to your sword wielding skills and you miss, causing it to hit his bag of popcorn which spills all over the ground.

“Y/N, my popcorn!” Jungkook exclaims when there’s a puddle of the snack all over the carpet. You plant a hand against your mouth, trying to conceal your giggles until Jungkook is suddenly lifting you up, causing you to squeal when he drags you over to the kitchen.

He plants you down onto a chair, crossing his arms.

“I lost my popcorn because of you, so you have to make me more now.”

“Oh come on.” You whine, yet still grab another bag to pop into the microwave, “Don’t you want to watch Endgame? It’s such a great movie, actually in one scene there was a part whe-“

His sleeve clamps over your mouth and he glares at you, “No spoilers!”

You frown, punching the numbers into the microwave, “You spoil everything for me anyways, why does it even matter now?”

“Because I waited to watch this since forever!” Jungkook protests, “You can’t go around watching movies if you’re in a pack and have to protect them.”

“You make it sound like I had all the time in the world too.” You grab the piping hot bag out, tossing it into his direction, “Which I actually did, because I managed to watch it.”

“Without me though.” Jungkook mumbles, opening the bag eagerly. You snicker when he takes a mouthful out, hurriedly stuffing it in his face.

Getting up, you’re about to tell him that you should probably start the movie right away before he whines about it again, but the doorbell rings and draws your thoughts away.

Furrowing your brows, you stare at the door before turning to Jungkook. He dons the same confused expression, hand paused halfway through his popcorn bag in silence. “Did you call someone over?”

“No, you?”

“No?” You question, carefully threading over as Jungkook puts the bag away, quickly shuffling after you. Light pulsates around your palms, slowly forming when you grab a familiar black umbrella near your door, gripping it tightly in your hands. A low growl is heard from behind you and your eyes catch onto Jungkook glaring at the door, canines on full display.

You both quickly stand on either side of the door and you throw him a silent look, to which he nods.

In an instant, the door is pulled open and both of you move within a flash, glowing umbrella raised and hands covered with brown fur.

However, the man before you is left in frantic wails, staring at the two of you as if the very sight paralyzed him. “T-The pizza y-you ordered.”

A shaking box is handed over to you and immediately the two of you freeze, the umbrella drops flat onto the ground and canines retract when the man shuffles up, running down the hall as fast as he can.

You remain there frozen, until Jungkook moves to pick up the pizza from the ground and reads the tag, “Ordered by Y/N L/N…”

Uncomfortably shifting, you give him a sheepish look, “I knew you were coming over so I thought it’d be nice…”

Your voice grows small, realizing that perhaps if you had remembered your own order, the delivery guy wouldn’t have experienced the heart attack you were so close to unleashing onto him.

Jungkook just chuckles, amusement in his eyes, “I think it’s about time we realize that not everyone’s out to get us.”

You muse at that, a soft smile on your lips when he walks back into the apartment and you shut the door, “You can’t really blame that on us though.” A wistful sigh escapes you, watching Jungkook eagerly open the box to beaming when he realizes you’ve ordered his favourite, “Adjusting back will take its time.”

He nods, agreeing with you instantly but you laugh when you see a slice already settled in his mouth.

***

You reach over, straining your hand when the soft material meets your fingertips. Snatching one out quickly, you bring it over to Jungkook, who gratefully grabs it as tears continue to stream down his eyes, small sobs leaving him.

You softly smile, the credits running down the screen as you remain huddled up in a blanket together, watching him sniffle and wiping the tears away.

“I wasn’t expecting Tony Stark to make you cry so much.” You comment, but he sends you a saddened look with still wet eyes, as if the memory was too fresh to even be brought up.

“W-Why didn’t you tell me?” He questions in exasperation, dabbing furiously at the tears that don’t stop leaving his eyes.

“Because you said no spoilers.” You shrug, “I held up to my word on that and– are you okay?”

He suddenly jerks his head to the side, whisking all the tears away in an instant that only has you raising an eyebrow.

“There.” He firmly states, as if he was proud of getting rid of the excessive water even though his eyes and cheeks were still marked with red.

“Do you want some pizza?” You question, leaning over to the half empty box next to you but he shakes his head, blinking his now dry eyes.

“I can’t believe I missed out on this.” He sniffles, a small laugh leaving his lips, “I should have just watched it when it came out.”

“Fighting against slayers and wolves, remember?” There’s a knowing smile on your lips when you lift the box up, moving it to the kitchen and ruffling Jungkook’s hair as you walk by.

“Wait,” He frowns, “When did you watch it then?”

“When I was staying at the pack house,” You wave your hand around, “Aside from training, I wasn’t really given anything else to do.”

“You should have just invited me to join you! We could have cried together!”

You laugh at that, giving him an absurd look, “You wanted to cry together? And besides, finding out you were a werewolf didn’t really help that situation much.”

“Oh.” He sets his lips into a firm line, “That’s right, but I would have still kept you company either way. We could have–“

His vision narrows, eyes latching onto why that fear-stricken expression on your features looked so recognizable, until it flickers inside him, “Just ignore it, it won’t hurt you Y/N.”

Your head instantly snaps up, seeing him give you an impassable look when you attempt to explain yourself, “I-It’s near the popcorn.”

Jungkook’s eyes suddenly widen and soon he’s lurching off the couch, dashing over to your side. “Where?”

A trembling finger is pointed near the counter, “T-There.”

Right when Jungkook turns, it moves, jumping onto the ground and scurrying itself safely underneath the fridge. You immediately jolt, hands tightening around Jungkook’s hoodie and he lets out a groan.

“Y/N, you’re a slayer.” He side-eyes your shrunken form, “You can use a sword, but you can’t get rid of a mouse?”

“It’s scary Jungkook.” You protest, jolting again when you hear it scratch against the wood. You shift closer to him, desperation leaking into your voice, “Please, just do something about it.”

He sighs, eyes looking around your kitchen, “Do you have a bucket or something?”

You nod, hurriedly walking in the opposite direction of the mouse to find it. Jungkook meanwhile stares at the bottom of the fridge, securing his hands firmly against the frame.

You soon reappear, a white bucket in hand, “I’m going to shake the fridge and scare it out. When you see it, put the bucket over it so it can’t escape, okay?”

“W-What?” You frantically whisper, the instructions going over your head until Jungkook moves and suddenly your arms are outstretched, the bucket sticking out.

A small blur of brown scurries across the floor, causing a squeal to escape you when the bucket falls and you place a heavy hand over your racing heart.

“You did it!” Jungkook exclaims, a bright wide smile on his features as you remain as solid as a statue, staring at the bucket speechless.

“I-I did.” You’re as pale as a ghost, but his words bring you out of it and you’re filled up with confidence, “I did!”

You slip out of it though when Jungkook tosses the bucket to the side, grabbing the small creature with his fingers as you gasp in horror. “What? I need to get rid of it.”

He walks around aimlessly with it, stepping out for a few moments as you slowly register the shock. Returning back, he shakes his hands together and shuts the door. “It’s gone Y/N.”

You exhale in relief, waiting for him on the couch. He settles himself in the blanket again, arms wrapping around you. “We really need to work on this if you’re still scared. Mice is the last thing a wolf should be scared of.”

“I’m technically half-wolf.” You mumble, eyes slowly fluttering shut and lulling into sleep now that he was back, “So the other half of me is allowed to be scared.”

Jungkook softly chuckles, head resting against yours as he lets out a gentle sigh. It’s in moments like this he truly wonders if any of this was ever going to be possible, to have you by his side, to have you see him more than a friend, to have his identity revealed to you and for you not to run away, only to accept him just as he is.

Although you also had your fair share of secrets tucked away, he knows that despite everything – the anguish that initially sparked in your eyes when you found out, the large ripples forming within the clear water when it felt like you had lost all of the remaining pieces left in your relationship, when you were so close to having that cord completely snap, at odds with each other as there was a deep line separating you – both of you managed to be okay, resting in each other’s arms as if you hadn’t even been pulled away to begin with.

The thought alone makes his dazed eyes flutter shut, a smile on his lips when you’re back to where you had first started, this time together and having no more secrets to hide.

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zach-the-fox · 3 years

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Furiends Episode 3: A Bad Idea

A new day has come, and the warthog sits with the cat at a small table in a small coffee shop by the name “Pawbucks.” Zach sits with them, along with his two housemates. Having settled for nearly a week while out looking for employment, he’s quite comfy with their company, and had shared them with his new friends. The five animals spend plenty of time together and today, are now are gathered at the coffee place.

Zach has gone up to wait on line to ask the barista for an application while Hatboy accompanies him, patiently standing to order a fancy mocha. The girls, however, are slouched in their chairs, and have their heads leaning against solid objects as flat-mouthed, half-eyed expressions occupy their faces.

“Ugh, I’m so bored!” Emmy exclaims. “What are we supposed to do? There’s nothing around here…”

“Honestly, I don’t know,” responds Carly. “Thought it would be a good idea to talk about art, but we constantly see each other’s posts on Furbook. Maybe we can go to the cartoon festival?”

“Actually, I’ve got an interesting idea.” Brook reaches into her bag and pulls out a book to show to the girls. The title reads “The Dark Arts for Dummies,” and has a deformed face on the cover. “Was thinking we could do a little conjuring at my place. What do you say?”

“Uh…” Carly keeps her gaze fixed on the cover. “Gee, Brook. I don’t know… Maybe we shouldn’t-”

“Why not?” Emmy spurts. “Not like we’ve got anything better to do. besides, I’m interested in this stuff.”

Carly quickly faces the warthog. “Um, are you sure about that?”

“Come on, Carly,” replies Emmy. “It doesn’t seem too bad.”

“Yeah.” Brook smiles. “We could raise a cute little demon baby. Who knows?” Carly sighs before deciding to go onboard with the plans. Emmy asks the purple rabbit what the first step is. Brook opens the book and reads off the first page. “We’re going to need some supplies for this.”

Zach returns to the table with Hatboy by his side. “Well, turns out they’re not hiring… So much for that…”

Hatboy slurps down some of his mocha. “You probably wouldn’t want to work here, anyway. You’d have to be quick with making drinks and filling out orders. The food business is rough.”

“Don’t worry,” Emmy tells the fox. “You can fill out a lot more applications where we’re headed. Come on! We’re going back to the mall.”

***

Back at the mall, the gang wander around in search for their items. They split off in different directions as they look around. Hatboy follows Brook into the candles store. Zach, however, walks around in search of employment.

Brook notices a box labeled “dinner candles” on it. “These will do. Hats, come pick this up.”

“Why do I have to lift this?” he asks.

“Because you’re a strong boy, and I’m not able to lift this by myself.” Hatboy sighs, bends down, and lifts the box off the ground. “Perfect, let’s head to the next step.”

“Excuse me,” calls out a store associate. “We haven’t stocked those yet!” The rabbits continue to the counter and prepare to pay, leaving the clerk with a look of dismay.

Emmy searches up and down the row of chalkboards, taking the erasers and chalk from the holders. “This will suit our need of chalk dust.” She picks up one eraser, but barely has a grip on it. “Uh oh!” Upon catching it, she hits the chalk boards on either side of her, emitting dust into the air around her. “Oh no…” Emmy’s mouth begins opening wider until, “Achoo!” The dust enters her nose more, causing an uncontrollable sneeze. “I must… achoo! Get out of- achoo! Here…”

In the floral shop by the corner, Carly looks around for the last item on the list; black rose water. “Hm… If I were rose water, where would I be?” Her eyes are drawn to the bottle on the top shelf near the entrance. “Of course, it’s up there…” She looks around, yet sees no worker in the store. “And no one’s around to help… Guess I’ll just help myself then…” The cat reaches for the bottle, but her paw is only inches away from it. “Hugck! Come on!” She stands on her tippy-toes. “Come on, Carly! You’ve almost got it!” Her paw stretches out more and wraps around the item. “Got it!” Her weight, however, causes the god to lean forward into the shelf. “Uh oh! Whoa!” Carly is knocked into it, causing it to fall over. As the shelf falls, a vase of flower water tips and spills all over her. Carly gets up and sees the damages she’s caused. “Uh, whoops…” She quickly pulls out some cash and leaves it on the counter. “I’ll just be going!” She leaves the scene. “I was never here…”

The friends regroup in the center of the mall. Brook approaches them with Hatboy by her side. “All right, everyone got everything from the list?” she asks, smiling. Emmy and Carly nod. “Good. Now, let’s head on back to my place and get everything set up.”

“Set up for what?” the fox queries. Brook fills him in on the details of what they’re plans are. “Oh… W-we are? Okay, I guess we’ll-” He sniffs the cat. “Hey, why do you smell like fresh roses?”

“Please don’t,” Carly utters. “I need a bath once I get home…”

“You can wash later, when we’ve-” Emmy sniffles. “Oh no… achoo! Ugh…” She sneezes again.

“Bless you,” Brook tells her.

“Security!” someone shouts. “Security! Someone has destroyed the flower shop!” As the spectator yells, the five animals rush out the entrance.

***

The gang gathers at Brook and Hatboy’s apartment, where they set up for their “special event”. Carly draws along the floor, making a pentagram with a marker. Emmy takes sand and proceeds to encircle the pentagram, touching the points with perfection. Lastly, Zach places candles beside the points while Hatboy lights them.

Carly looks into the picture in the book before viewing the shape in reality. She crosses her arms with a smile of pleasure. “Looks about right.”

“Yeah,” Emmy adds. “And it smells nice, too!”

“Okay, let’s get started.” Brook picks up the book and holds it in her paws. “All that’s left is to recite the incantation.”

“Wait!” Zach interrupts. “What if whatever comes out of there tries to kill us?”

“Hm, good point. We should suit up and prepare for the worst.” The friends rummage around for protective equipment and anything that could be used as a weapon. They manage to find gear and tools, preparing in five minutes. Zach holds a wrench close while donning a knight’s helmet, while Carly protects herself with football helmet, wielding a frying pan for her defense. Emmy’s head is covered with a pumpkin as a baseball bat leans up against her for her weapon. Hatboy and Brook use bubble wrap as light armor, donning bike helmets for their heads. Hatboy’s weapon is a shovel. The purple rabbit holds up her book. “Everybody ready?” Her friends stand by her, ready to expect the unexpected, while she begins the incantation. “For thou who lives trapped in flame and clay, heed this call, rejoice and pray.” Zach’s arms tremble, shaking the wrench in his grip. Carly tightens her grip of her frying pan. “Gather upon thy mortal door.” Hatboy hides behind the counter. Emmy watches with fascination and interest. “Break the gates, and emerge once more!” The candle flames enlarge, brightening the room as a portal opens within the center of the pentagram. One big, round ball shoots out from the entryway, bouncing off the walls of the apartment. The three girls panic as the frenzy continues.

“Whoa!” Carly dives behind the counters in the kitchen to take cover, lying on the floor. “Jeez! How do you stop this thing?!”

“Good question,” Brook answers. “I don’t know.”

Emmy dodges as the flame ball flies past her. “This thing’s out of control! Yipe!” She stumbles onto the ground, avoiding the fire sphere as it nearly collides into her. The flaming sphere then makes it to Zach, hitting him direct on and knocking him down to the ground, then bouncing off of him. He grudges his torso while lying on his side.

“Don’t worry!” Hatboy holds the shovel firmly. “I’ve got it!” As the ball comes him way, he swings and smacks it away. The sphere of flames smashes through the glass window and outside. “Homerun! Woo!” The orb is last seen barreling down the street, burning lampposts and trees along the way. “Um, uh oh…”

Brook stands and looks out the broken window. “Nice going… You yeeted our demon out the window!”

Emmy rushes over to the fox, who sitting on the floor, attempting to get up. “Zach, you okay?”

Zach grunts. “Ugh! That was rough!”

The warthog notices a large burn spanning from under his pectorals to the upper pelvic region, covering his abdominal area. “Oh geez! That looks bad…”

“Let me see!” Brooks glances over. “Ooff! That certainly looks like it hurts.”

Carly walks over and sees the fox’s burn. “Oh my goodness! Zach, we should take you to the hospital.”

Zach shows his friends the palm of his paw. “No! I’m okay.” He gets to his feet slowly. “It doesn’t hurt too bad. Just a slight burn… I’m used to pain.”

“We should get you some ice, at least,” Hatboy insists. “And you should rest.”

“I’m worried about you,” Carly tells the fox. “We should-”

“I’m fine!” utters Zach again. “Nothing too bad… Shouldn’t we try and get our demon?”

Emmy looks out the broken window. “I think it’s a bit late for that… That thing is long gone, and not sure where it went.”

“Aw man!” Brook juts. “I was so excited! I had a good feeling we’d be friends with a demon! Damn…”

“It’s getting late,” Carly says. “I should head home before my mother worries about me.”

“Yeah, same,” Emmy adds. “Stepdad’s going to go ballistic if I’m not back in my “cell” before curfew… Sorry about your apartment.”

“It’s no biggie,” Brook tells her. “That was freaking exciting, though. See yous around.” The cat and warthog exit through the door before Hatboy closes it.

Zach lies on his back against the couch. “Ugh…” He raises his head to examine the burn mark on his torso. “That stings…”

“I thought you said it didn’t bother you,” Hatboy reminds him.

“It hurts a lot,” Zach responds. “I just don’t want to go to the hospital… Not after everything I’ve been through…”

“I hear you,” Brook jumps in. “Hospitals suck anyway. Need a package of frozen peas to hold on your stomach?”

“Yes, please…”

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