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songmingisthighs · 1 year

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Fire of My Passion

group : ateez

pairing : poly dragon!ateez × reader, dragon!seonghwa × reader

genre : angst, fantasy, mature

word count : 13.2k

warning : slight gore (murder, abuse), death threat, murder intent, depiction of attacks and casualties, mentions of people getting hurt, psychological anguish

a/n : this is a fic based on @thelargefrye 's dragon!ateez universe !! honestly i really love the fics, i've been recommending it everywhere. if you haven't checked it, please read them first before you read this >:) you can find the dragon!ateez fics here here (m, mdni) here (m, mdni) AND BY THE WAY SMALLS IF YOU'RE READING THIS, I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SUCH A LONG FUCKING WHILE IDK WHAT I WAS DOING ASOGHOSIGOSIJ I STARTED BULLSHITTING AND I CAN'T STOP

There were things that Seonghwa was used to; calm surroundings, his books in the library, his mates, and his clan. Everything was in order, as it should be since generations before and he loves it. This castle is his home, his sanctuary, where his past happened and where he will establish his future. All were as they are supposed to be.

That was until you came.

"Sunyeol, no!"

Just the sound of your voice was enough to ruin his whole day.

The voices made Seonghwa snap his head to see you running after a hatchling not too far behind him, a little boy named Sunyeol who was holding something in his hand, running past him with glee while you were in tow. Less than three months ago, Seonghwa didn't have to worry about being aware of things around him when he sleeps as the clan was secure in the mountains but now, his mates were sleeping with someone who could potentially kill them without having to lift a finger. How will his ancestors react upon learning that he and his mates, high-ranking members of their clan, were sleeping with the enemy and have mated with the enemy and even brought said enemy to their home, their little safe haven? To be frank, Seonghwa didn't know which part was worse but he resented himself for not preventing you from being admitted into their lives. Because as usual, the witches do whatever they want and everyone was simply supposed to go along with it despite the pain and anguish. So imagine his fury when he saw members of his clan being happy with you. He hated it. He hated YOU so much.

Seonghwa's steps halted when he saw you cornering the boy and alarms started blaring off in his head. The scene was just too reminiscent of the countless murders of both adults and hatchlings in his life. "Alright, Sunyeol, you give me my stone back or else," it was obvious (to you and the hatchling at least) that you were being playful, it was nothing but a ruse to make things fun and the hatchling looked very much happy and engaged, "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way," each step you took made Seonghwa's heart beat louder in his chest, ringing in his arms like drums, "And we both know we don't want me using the hard way," the smirk on your face was menacing to him, it was a sign of threat. At that point, Seonghwa was no longer even looking at Sunyeol, his eyes transfixed on you, on how you were preying on that little hatchling boy.

In a flash, Seonghwa had you pinned onto the wall, his arm pressing onto your chest suffocatingly in a diagonal angle, using his sleeve to separate you from him because he couldn't imagine the disgust, the utter uncleanness, the absolute filth on your skin latching onto him. "Is that your ploy, witch?" Seonghwa's eyes narrowed as he glared at you with seething hatred, the pure anger that his eyes conveyed was enough to have your stomach sink in fear. "You come here, you pretend to be this nice little witch when the truth is you were just waiting for the opportunity to erase our entire existence, right? And this is how you start? From our precious hatchlings?" smoke started coming out of Seonghwa's mouth and fear struck you deeply. You were confused because you were playing with a hatchling, helping Mingi with his duties one second, and the next thing you know, you were about to die in the hands of a high-ranking dragon for being playful. You tried to claw his arm off of you, desperately trying to get oxygen back into your lungs, but it was apparent from his grip that Seonghwa's aim was to kill as he was seconds away from murdering you.

Had it not been for Sunyeol's cries, asking Seonghwa not to hurt you, you would have surely lost your life that moment. Even when the boy was brazenly tugging on Seonghwa's shirt harshly, screaming at the top of his lungs to let you go as tears streamed down his chubby cheeks, Seonghwa still hesitated to let you go. In his head, he was only thinking of the fact that he might not get a chance like this anymore, to get you in such a vulnerable place that he could just take your life so easily. But the sound of the boy's cries seemed to remind him that he couldn't just make a decision about not only his but his other mates' mate single-handedly. Surely the council will disapprove and his mates (the ones that like you at least no matter the small number), will have his head on a stick.

With resolve wavering (as much as he hated to admit it), Seonghwa let you go, pushing you off to the floor where you croak, struggling to breathe despite being able to feel the oxygen fill your lungs again. With a last glare sent your way, Seonghwa turned on his heels to leave but not before reassuringly patting Sunyeol on his head.

Truly, Seonghwa had no idea as to how and why would his kind be so accepting and understanding of your kind. Since they were merely hatchlings, they were already warned about what witches do, what they were capable of. Cautionary tales of how witches put enchantments on dragon folks lure them to their dwellings and make them turn into their dragon form before killing them. Their scales were sold as armour to dragon hunters, their teeth turned into necklaces that serves as wards with runes on them or ornaments like trophies in their homes, their blood drained to be used as an elixir or potion, and the rest of them were either put on display as a reminder of what they managed to kill, unable to get eternal rest or let just thrown away carelessly as if they were nothing. Those who were killed like that died a gruesome death with the lucky ones got to die in their human form. Seonghwa could never forget the time Hongjoong burned down an entire village filled with dragon hunters when he saw his father's dragon bones propped in the square as if he was nothing more than a statue while his mother and brother were killed in front of it. How he took his family who were already gone, into his strong talons and stayed there as everything burned around him. That day Hongjoong unwillingly became the clan's leader, shouldering the burden and the pain that he was yet to be ready for.

You can ask anyone and they'd say that Park Seonghwa is benevolent, he is kind and understanding, and he is compassionate. But he truly drew the line at you and your kind. He would never forgive you for just entering their lives and messing things up. Things might seem okay and good now, but he knew that the likes of you would only bring pain and misery to their lives, he knew it. It's hard being someone who can see things clearly but not wanting to mess things up as too much was on the line.

For now, all he could do was keep an eye on you and prepare for when he needed to defend himself and his mates, his clan. He'd give his life for them but moreover, he'd take your life to salvage them.

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Thankfully for Seonghwa, you spent the next several days cowering in the shadows. He walked around in pride whenever he saw you clutching your chest when you saw him before turning around on your heels and running away. Usually, you'd be walking around with Wooyoung or Yeosang, Mingi would only be around you when you were working with him and he convinced himself that it was simply because he saw you as nothing more than a coworker, nothing romantic. But the three seemed to know nothing which means you hadn't told them that Seonghwa almost killed you. To that, Seonghwa gave you trust points for not being a tattle tale.

It felt refreshing not seeing your face so often as before. One might even able to see the little spring in Seonghwa's steps and the slight smile that was returning after months of not seeing it.

But of course, all good things must come to an end.

One fateful day, after the sun has long set and the halls of the castle was illuminated by candle lights, Seonghwa walked out of the library to be met with the sound of hurried steps.

"Hyung, they came! They fucking came!" San cried out, panting when he reached Seonghwa with Yunho next to him, looking equally distraught. Confused, Seonghwa looked at San and Yunho with clear confusion in his face, "Whoah, whoah, whoah, calm down there," despite his calmer tone, Seonghwa felt uneasy from how his two mates were acting. "Dragon hunters attacked the border residence, we have casualties," the words that left Yunho's mouth froze Seonghwa's body.

He didn't remember what he said, he didn't even remember moving because when he came to, he was at the place where the hunters attacked. A good dozen were being treated for trap wounds, cuts and bruises, and not far from where they were, five bodies covered in white cloth laid still. People were crying over their burnt houses and while there were only two burning houses, it was two to many.

"Where are they?" Seonghwa's voice was eerily calm and stern, an absolute darkness filled his aura and both San and Yunho could feel it. "They ran off to the woods, we have three patrols chasing after them," that was all Seonghwa needed from San for him to transform and chase after the hunters himself. It wasn't hard for him at all as his eyes managed to catch their thermal signature and they were mocking the dragons they killed, obnoxiously yelling how the tip was worth the gold they spent and it just angered Seonghwa even more.

Moments passed like a second and the next thing Seonghwa knew, he reemerged from the forest drenched in the blood of the hunters he just... exterminated. His eyes was golden and face hard, wildness and fury apparent and for a moment he seemed soulless, like a simple sentient being whose job was to kill and had no remorse nor any emotions whatsoever. Not even San nor Yunho dared to got close to him as they didn't know how Seonghwa might react. Heck, they didn't even know what was going on in Seonghwa's mind as he walked past them towards the castle. Neither of them would have guessed nor expected for Seonghwa to immediately target one person in particular.

You.

Dripping blood, he was making a trail everywhere but he didn't care. No, he couldn't care less about the mess he made. He was going to do what he should have done from the beginning. He should have protected his kind, he should have protected his mate, he should have made sure that you had no chance to hurt them even for a bit.

Luckily for him (but unluckily for you), he saw you walking from the path in the garden, seemingly coming out from the forrest it led to. And everything clicked in his head. You were the one who tipped the hunters in the first place. You were the cause of the despair that befell them. You were everything Seonghwa thought you were and more.

Just as you stepped back into the castle, Seonghwa ambushed you, pushing you off of the steps and out onto the grass. The impact didn't wound you but it surely knocked the breath out of your lungs, causing you to choke as you tried to retrieve the oxygen that was oh so harshly forced out of your body. "I should have killed you when I had the chance," Seonghwa's voice was cold as ice, void of any emotion and it frightened you. You began scrambling backwards only for Seonghwa to take steps closer to you and it was only when the moonlight hit him that you realized that he was drenched in blood. "How could you?" He caught up easily and grabbed you by the hair, pulling you up as you hiss in pain, "What could you have possibly benefitted from killing innocent people?" When you were at eye-level with him, you were able to take notice of the tears brimming in his eyes, some had dropped onto his cheek and mixed with the blood before pooling on his sharp chin. "We let you stay with us and this is the thanks we get? You tipping those hunters where we live and letting them attack us? Attack the people who are precious to us? The innocent people whom we swore to protect and you made us break our promise for what? What did they promise you?" At this point, the hand that gripped your hair had moved to the side of your head as his other hand gripped the other side with his thumbs on your cheeks, smearing blood that penetrated your nostril harshly but it wasn't as bad as the pressure Seonghwa was putting on your skull. "S-Seonghwa," you whimpered, your hands gripping his in an attempt to pry him off of you. The tears in your eyes did nothing to stop Seonghwa from trying to crush your skull. He was in anguish, he was mourning, he was betrayed and he didn't even have his trust in you in the first place. So how could he have let this happen?

Your fingers had begun scratching his hand as you cried for him to let you go, begging to not kill you while proclaiming that you did nothing, that you didn't know what he was talking about. But he didn't care, he didn't want to care anymore because he was hurt, he was angry, he wanted to punish you for what you did because how dare you deny the truth when it was so glaring?

"P-please Seonghwa, don't k-kill me," you cried, managing to grab his thumb and still trying your best to remove his grip on you. "I didn't do anything." "I should have killed you the second you stepped into this place, I should have killed you like you deserved after exterminating us like vermin." Emotions were running too wildly in Seonghwa, every emotion that he never realized he had were running through his body like crazy, controlling his mind and action to the point that he didn't even realize that he was crying hard at that point. Though tears blurred his vision, he was still able to see the look of absolute fear on your face.

Your brain was swirling with ideas on how to escape the situation because the last thing you wanted was to die in the hands of your mate's mate. And then you got the idea, you found your escape.

"T-think about Y-yeosang a-and Wooyoung! Think of how much," you momentarily paused to adjust to the feeling of Seonghwa's fingers digging into your skull and you were sure that it was permanently dented. At the mention of his mates, Seonghwa seemed to come to momentarily. The grip loosened slightly but his hands were still caging your head so while it gave you a little bit of hope that you'd be able to keep your life. "Think o-of how much they'll resent you if you were the one to make me disappear," it was apparent that your tactic was working, Seonghwa's sharp nails slowly relaxed from your scalp, allowing you feel the sting from the breeze that brushed through your hair. "Let me make myself disappear, that way they'll hate me and not you and it'll be much easier for them to move on.

Your words struck Seonghwa rather deeply as he considered your words, thinking that you had a point and he'd get an easy out with his mates. As someone who was always level-headed, Seonghwa was rather surprised at himself for being taken over almost completely by his emotions and even more so that he was even considering listening to you. It was truly a cursed day and the quicker you were gone, the quicker he can move on and forget about how shitty it is.

When Seonghwa's hand let your head go, you finally realized how warm his touch was because as soon as he let go of you, the breeze blew rather harshly and goosebumps rose on your skin. Or maybe it was the realization of what just happened, you were going to have to leave your boys without saying goodbye. Technically speaking, it was just Yeosang and Wooyoung and probably Mingi, but you think it was better for your sanity to believe that the only reason Mingi would miss you was that now he didn't have anyone to help him with the hatchlings. And God, leaving the hatchlings that you had grown so close with. Just as a couple of them proclaimed their love for you because they thought you were so cool and kind and loving and they wanted to see more of your grimoire, Weiss. How were you going to move past this life? The life that you never expected but found to love despite the obstacles in every way. How were you going to survive waking up all alone when you've been so accustomed to waking up with Wooyoung and/or Yeosang in bed with you. Their dragon warmth that could not be replicated no matter how much you asked Weiss (because he didn't want you to accidentally burn him) helped you through rainy days and anxiety-filled nights. It was one of your favourite things about them and they'd be more than happy to provide it to you. But over anything else, you can't believe you were leaving them just because your life was on the line.

Just as you were about to say your goodbyes to Seonghwa (not that he was going to care, but it was just polite that way), when he suddenly grabbed you by the neckline of your top, pulling you close to his face so he could speak lowly with his teeth bared and body vibrating. "I'm letting you off for now but make sure I can't find you, you hear me? I'm letting you off because I don't want Yeosang and Wooyoung to hate me for killing you no matter how fun it would be. Because believe me when I say that I have made a list of how to kill you in an excruciatingly painful and slow way that you would actually much rather kill yourself than have me spend my precious time and energy on you," each word was like a stab to your gut but the pain it inflicted was nothing compared to the fact that you actually believed him. Genuinely, you know for sure that he wouldn't hesitate if you gave him the chance.

Seonghwa then pushed you by your chest, not so hard that you fell but just enough to send you reeling slightly, stumbling before running off into the darkness in the woods. The last thing you remembered was Seonghwa's golden eyes turning back to their normal dark brown colour shining in the darkness as he returned to the castle. It was all you could think of as you travelled through the safety of the shadows that the trees cast, thinking that even if Seonghwa were to send his dragon guards at you, you'd still be able to feel the safety of the idea of being hidden so organically.

You must've run beyond your strength because the next thing you know, you stumbled down a hill and you fell rolling down. The impact all over your body seemed to bring your realization back a little because when you finally landed limply on the clearing of the meadow at the bottom of the hill, everything came crashing down to you. How you were so close to losing your life in the hands of your mate's mate, how you were accused of doing something you didn't even understand or know and weren't given a chance to defend yourself or even to provide your point of view, how you selfishly traded your love for your own life like a coward, and how you might not be able to see your mates again anymore. It was only then and there that you cried, your throat turned raw when you screamed out of agony. The pain of falling down and your ankle twisting was nothing compared to the pain of being separated from your mates and you couldn't even imagine what Yeosang and Wooyoung would wake up to, how they would react. For now, you for sure know that they'd have nothing but hatred towards you and you were willing to burden it all if it meant that they would be kept safe. Maybe Seonghwa was right, maybe whatever happened was your fault somehow, maybe you brought them bad luck or maybe there was a reason that you couldn't even think of at that moment. But you stood firm on your resolve that you were doing this for your boys, for them all.

As painful as it was for you, you wiped the tears off your cheeks and stood up straight, letting the pain all over your body drive you by reminding you of what was important. You could still see the castle where you had resided for more or less three months, the towers were slightly covered by trees but you could never mistake it, and you could never forget what it look like. But you couldn't focus on reminiscing now, not when you can't shake Seonghwa's accusation that you were the cause of their despair. So with a shaky breath, you cleared your mind and summoned Weiss who opened itself up for you with no question as your hands raised.

"Let's get to work."

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The past three weeks had been hell for everyone in the castle, especially for the residence. It was nothing like Seonghwa expected whatsoever. He had thought that by eliminating you, their lives would be much different and for the best. Never could he have imagined that the situation was much more complicated and dire.

"How is he?" Hongjoong asked, looking tired and stressed.

The head healer sighed and shook her head much to his and Seonghwa's disappointment. "Well, what do you know?" Although Hongjoong tried to sound confident, it was obvious that he was beyond worried, there was a slight quiver that indicated fear and while other people couldn't have noticed it, Seonghwa knew Hongjoong well enough that he was truly fearing for their newest addition. "Well... He's... Mourning, sir, the simplest explanation is that he was separated from his mate for too long that his mental state just... Broke," she explained timidly in a slightly bowed stance as to avoid Hongjoong and Seonghwa's gaze. At the mention of Wooyoung's mate, Seonghwa's body froze slightly, it was as if his body was involuntarily reacting to the trigger word or words in this case, immediately reminded of the scene where he drove you away by threatening to kill you. As far as Seonghwa knows, nobody else knew about that incident, no one knew he had almost destroyed you that night and that he didn't even see where you had gone to. He was just glad that you were gone. This, however, the news that Wooyoung suffered a mental break and Yeosang became so weak that he injured himself in a patrol was something Seonghwa didn't expect. In all honesty, he felt bad, he felt as if he was responsible, but he didn't want to believe that it was his fault so he put those thoughts on the back burner, trying to focus on how to better the situation instead.

The explanation didn't make Hongjoong feel better though as he couldn't really comprehend what is it that made Wooyoung experience such a devastating break. He tried looking at the two assistant healers but they too were avoiding his gaze as best as they could. "That's stupid," Hongjoong groaned in frustration, hands rubbing at his face harshly, "The oracle said he's our mate and if you haven't figured it out yet he's with his mates right now so you must be wrong!" he growled, terrifying the healers but didn't let them respond as he turned and walked away, yelling to them one last time, "You better come up with a better explanation and treatment plan for him!"

With a last glance spared to Wooyoung's bedroom as the healers reentered, letting the sound of Wooyoung moaning and crying in pain escape, Seonghwa followed behind Hongjoong. Maybe it was best for him to tell Hongjoong what he did, what he had done to Wooyoung's... mate. No matter how much they denied that a dragon could mate with a witch, they have to consider that fact now, especially with Yeosang's incessant and teary attempt of convincing them. The mood in the castle had gone down considerably and at a pretty drastic speed. One could argue that it was the stress of handling the dragon hunter issue and rebuilding the ruined houses and also calming the people down, ensuring their safety with double the patrols which obviously took time to assemble and set their working schedule. It was a miracle that all of them were still functional even though barely. Though, Hongjoong's dedication of time and effort to accommodate the situation was proven fruitful as they have yet to see nor sense another attack from dragon hunters. The patrolmen hadn't even sensed witches or their runes or potions around, meaning that it was more likely than not safe for them. Hongjoong and the others took this as a win as one issue is at least resolved. For now.

Other than Wooyoung and Yeosang, Mingi seemed to receive the third biggest hit. It had been a while since Seonghwa saw him practice his sword skills, abusing the life out of the dummy they usually use for practice and even managing to break three with a wooden sword for practice. As a carer of the hatchlings, Mingi was never expected to be the best in fighting as his main priority was protection over the little ones. While basic fighting skills were needed in order to protect the hatchlings if needed, none of them had ever seen Mingi letting out so much frustration and emotion which made him look terrifying. Thankfully, the children would provide him with some comfort, allowing him to still feel some semblance of warmth as he took care of them but once his duty ended, he would... clam up and go back to his sword practice. Yunho, San, and Jongho on the other hand looked detached even during their duties. While their quality of work wasn't affected, their mood does and it made them even more unapproachable, especially with the glare that Jongho and San would give to the other patrolmen. Yunho would more often than not venture off by himself, excusing it as him wanting to check something out by himself before involving the others.

"I went to the Oracle again," Hongjoong sighed as he and Seonghwa reached a secluded part of the castle, "I... Asked them about this whole thing," with his back against the cold stone wall, Hongjoong was able to lean his head back and just closed his eyes. Seonghwa sidled close next to him, his hand circled and rested on Hongjoong's hips to pull him close, the sudden act made Hongjoong open his eyes to look at his mate before accepting and just letting him get as close as he want. "What whole thing?" Seonghwa asked, his thumb began rubbing on Hongjoong's hips gently in an attempt to comfort the man. "Apparently... It was true," Hongjoong's head dropped to rest on Seonghwa's shoulder, feeling the absolute weight of responsibility burdening him so heavily that it was as if he could crumble then and there, "(y/n)... She's our last mate," an incredulous scoff escaped Hongjoong's mouth as if the words left a bitter taste in his mouth. Almost immediately, Seonghwa's body tensed up and froze, not believing his ears. "Yeah, I was surprised too," Hongjoong nuzzled his head deeper into the crook of Seonghwa's neck with his eyes closing once again, "What are we supposed to do? That little witch ran away and now once again we're left with cleaning her mess. How are we supposed to make sure that Yeosang and Wooyoung will be okay? They have truly mated with her so they're suffering greatly," Seonghwa felt Hongjoong lifting his head up slightly and when he looked down, he saw his strong leader's eyes brimming with tears, a rare occurrence that truly broke his heart, "How are we going to help them, Seonghwa? Why can I protect everyone else but them?" Seonghwa was quick to envelop the man in a tight hug despite he himself slowly becoming affected by his mate's words, he knew he had to be strong so Hongjoong could momentarily falter.

"Don't you even worry," Seonghwa said firmly, unknowingly using his own words to convince himself as well, "We're gonna get through this. We're going to be okay."

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to anyone else, Yunho had taken it upon himself to venture off again. He had been feeling something... odd in certain areas, as if something was calling for him, wanting to be found and rescued by him.

It was odd.

Every day, Yunho woke up to the feeling of wanting to venture a little bit further out than his usual patrol would take. There was something about the hills that called to him but every single time he got closer, he found himself walking back to the clan. And each time he returned to his people, there was a sense of longing and sorrow. Today, however, he woke up and sense that he felt different than the previous days. He couldn't quite explain it, but he sensed that whoever or whatever it was that was calling him is reachable now. So he rushed to the path that called onto him, fully hoping to see something new, some kind of explanation.

What Yunho didn't expect, however, was the sound of a mountain troll roaring followed by the sound of branches crunching but louder. Immediately, Yunho got into his battle stance, thinking that the troll sensed his presence and wanted him gone from the area. His ear and thermal sensors were able to pick up where the beast was coming from and where it was headed easily. However, what intrigued him was another signature that was much smaller and seemed familiar. It was only when he saw you being thrown to the ground by the mountain troll as if you were nothing but a book.

"Fuck," You groaned, trying to get up and running away but the monster grabbed you by the leg and dragged you closer to it. You were already so weak from trying to run away from the brute, and it was getting so frustrating and hopeless as you were a lot smaller and weaker than the thing. To be frank, you could've taken Weiss out and performed magic to daze the monster so you could make your escape but that would be counterproductive as it would leave a signature and you were trying to not get caught or found by anyone. So equipped with only your with and your desperation to survive, you tried your best to pry the hand of the monster off of you by throwing whatever your hands could grab from the ground at it. But it was no use, it had no effect whatsoever and it even looked unbothered. A loud cry was ripped out of your throat when you felt its claws sink into your skin, to ensure that you wouldn't go anywhere and it was then that you realized that you were facing the last moments of your life without having your task completed.

Thankfully, Yunho stepped in just as the troll was about to drag you by your injured leg to its dwelling, possibly to be torn apart and eaten by its group. With unmatched strength and clean movements, Yunho easily sliced the monster's arm off of you and sent it running to the other side, growling, howling, and injured. Yunho could've run after it to finish the job like how he was trained to do, but he was more worried about you. When he turned his back to offer you some help, you weren't where you initially were and it made Yunho panic slightly as he hadn't even gotten the chance to talk to you. His eyes darted around to see you limping away in the direction from which you were running away from. "Hey!" Yunho called out, jogging to catch up with you easily as you were injured and he was not human.

To be quite honest, Yunho actually felt glad that he saw you again after a long while. There was a sense of relief that came with seeing and confirming that it was indeed you; his chest felt lighter as if a weight has been lifted off and he actually felt... happy. Said happiness was ripped away from him however when he first noticed that you weren't where you were on the ground. "What are you doing?" his hands shot out as you stumbled slightly, situating them near your body so if you were to fall, he could catch you, "We should be getting you back to the castle! You're injured!" he exclaimed, cringing when he saw your bloodied leg that you still forcibly use to stand. It felt odd for him to be so nice to you especially since your nice gestures had been reciprocated with nothing but disdain and rejection from him for months.

Much to his surprise, you barely spared him a glance as you shook your head whilst simultaneously producing Weiss into the open air. Oh, how the tables have turned. "Go away, Yunho, I have important work to do," ouch. "Like hell you do, you need to be taken care of right now," your stubbornness was almost endearing to Yunho at that moment as it reminded him of his mates, specifically Hongjoong. It was no secret that the leader has his priorities set on his pride and his pride only so more often than not, they were forced to use force on their leader to make sure that he gets his rest. So out of instinct, Yunho held your elbows so he could usher you to the castle to get some help and hopefully some answers. But his heart stopped in his chest when he felt you slap his hands away as you turned to look at him. Yunho's eyes widened at the impact, completely stunned and surprised. You were glaring at him but he could see that it wasn't hatred, not from how your bottom lip was trembling and tears were brimming in your eyes. "Don't make this harder than it has to Yunho, go away," you said before turning around and going back to "work" just a little bit further away from Yunho.

Yunho followed suit and he was about to scold you for not wanting his help when he watched what you were doing. Your hands moved in almost a graceful manner, going into your pocket and producing a white powder to spread on the grassy ground as you recite a spell. Slowly, a translucent film-like barrier appeared from the place where the powder was spread and up to the sky. He didn't know how tall it was, but he had a good idea of what it exactly was. "You put up a barrier to keep us inside," Yunho muttered as his eyes slowly trailed from the barrier down to you who had moved further away to continue the process. "Were you trying to imprison us?" the question had no malice in them but the way he immediately thought the worse of you made you flinch slightly, "Of course not, if I wanted to do that, Wooyoung wouldn't have been able to visit my cottage," you sighed before continuing your work. Immediately, Yunho's eyes widened at your revelation, "How did you know that? Have you been spying on us?" again, he didn't mean any harm, it was just that he was in such a state of shock that it caused him to have a poor choice of language. Still, you didn't know that and it still hurt. "No, I was never spying on you all. I was making sure that you all were safe from hunters," you planned on concluding your explanation there, clapping your hands to get the remnants of powder off before limping away.

Of course, your exit was not made easy. Yunho grabbed your arm and turned you to him, this time looking at you with genuine worry in his eyes. "(y/n) please, come back with me to the castle, you need help from the healers!"

You had been hoping for months that one of them other than Wooyoung, Yeosang, and Mingi would reach out to you and asked you to stay just as Yunho was doing. But you couldn't shake off the fear Seonghwa had struck you. You couldn't even go back to living in your cottage as you were afraid that he might find you just to make sure that you were really gone or that Wooyoung or Yeosang might find you and brought you back or even just told him that they saw you back in your cottage. You couldn't risk it and you couldn't risk going to your mother's place as they could sense the dragon off of you and they might enchant you to tell them where they were. So you hid in plain sight, you set up camp in the meadows, right where you fell off after your encounter with Seonghwa and stayed there even after your barrier was set up and it was a good thing that you did because, during the past three weeks, several hunters got close to the area and you had to drive them away with enchantments and monsters ran rampage that almost broke the ward in the barrier. You had pride in your work, everyone inside was not able to look past it and those outside can't peek in except for you. If they even thought of venturing past, the barrier would incept their minds and lead them to go back to the clan instead. Of course, they were able to go out past the barrier, but not from the front entrance that you set which was the area of your camp, they were very much welcome to use the path past the river. You mostly patrol the front entrance and every once in a while, you were able to see some of them with other patrolmen. Mostly Yunho and Jongho, but you remembered seeing Yeosang and how weak he looked just three days after you left. You really wanted to hold him, hug him, tell him that you were sorry for leaving without saying anything but it was for his own good. And then you saw Wooyoung in your cottage. You didn't mean to follow him per se, you were just making sure that in his frantic state, the hunters wouldn't find him or he wouldn't do anything stupid. You even had to enchant him to go back and that was the last time you saw him.

It took everything in you to not give up and tell Yunho everything; what had happened and most importantly, how much you wanted to go back home to them, be with them. But you couldn't. You don't belong there with them.

"I'm sorry Yunho," you whispered. Before he could ask what you meant, you had placed your fingers on his temple, the touch allowed your powers to permeate Yunho's mind and sent him into a frozen state. You could feel his consciousness lowering ever so slightly as you recite the spell that would make him think that this was a dream and send him home. Yunho could feel it, your magic coursing through him and it felt warm, it felt nothing like what his elders told him a witch's magic was like. As you and him connected on that deep of a level, unbeknownst to you, Yunho was able to feel your pain, fear, longing, and love that wasn't just for Wooyoung and Yeosang, but for every single one of them including his clan. It was his first taste of pure and genuine love and devotion and he felt safe in it. Just before Yunho lost consciousness completely, he said something that surprised you as it was the first time someone had managed to peek out from your mind spell. "W-What about Yeosang? What about Wooyoung? They- we, we need you." A soft, sad smile appeared on your face and you shook your head at him, deciding to say something that you had no idea he would take to heart completely.

"He'll be fine. They both will, take care of them for me please."

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The guilt was eating Seonghwa inside and out.

It had been a week since Hongjoong's revelation that you were supposedly their mate too and he felt like he was going insane. Days spent putting out one fire after the other with Hongjoong but thankfully it wasn't literal fire like the ones before. The things he had to handle were mostly over his mates being so unfocused they made mistakes in their jobs. San accidentally hurt himself during patrol, gashing his own leg by mistake when he tripped and fell down the stairs so harsh he had to be put to rest for two days. Jongho looked so worn out that he actually broke down crying one night to Seonghwa, saying that he didn't feel quite right and it was exhausting knowing something's wrong but not knowing where to start fixing it. Yeosang and Wooyoung were still in the same state; Yeosang's weak with cheeks hollowed, lifeless as he remained catatonic in his bed while Wooyoung reached a new level of despair; only saying "(y/n) please come back, i need you," as he made numerous attempts to travel out of the castle to find you only to pass out not even three steps from the garden. Frankly the only functional ones were Mingi and Yunho, keeping up with their duties while filling in wherever they were needed. Yunho was especially surprising because he suddenly spend his nights in Wooyoung's room, accompanying and making sure that he was okay before leaving to rest himself.

But everyone had their limits and this was it for Seonghwa.

He couldn't admit this before but he felt that his chest was hollow, his heart beating without his heart being there and his passion diminishing. Even Hongjoong took notice of this when he noticed Seonghwa slowly skipping his meals and remained to himself for the majority of the time, not saying anything when it wasn't truly dire. This, of course, led to fights between the two eldest as Hongjoong was afraid that he would be the last one standing, holding onto every last bit of remaining sanity in the group desperately while his partner was reduced to something similar to Yeosang. Seonghwa kept trying to convince Hongjoong (and himself) by repeating over and over again that he wouldn't, that he had a better grip on his sanity and control over his urges than Yeosang because he had never done the mating ritual with you. But of course, what he neglected to tell Hongjoong was the fact that he was so guilt-ridden that he has been functioning on anxiety for a couple of days and he had been travelling outside for a bit every day in hopes to see you. For the first time ever, Seonghwa was actually disappointed that he didn't see you anywhere near the castle and not even your cottage every time he checked there.

You truly did believe that he would end you and somehow he disliked that. The idea sent a bitter taste to his mouth like poison or rancid meat.

Now, however, he had to put his feelings and stress aside because he had to deal with Wooyoung who had once again left his bedroom without anyone noticing to venture out of the castle in search of you. With frantic steps, Seonghwa looked for Wooyoung, hoping that he'd be in the garden where you and he once spent hours cultivating and replanting herbs to be used or studied, or in the library where you spent the whole night reading dragon folklore to Wooyoung while stroking his hair, or even in the kitchen where you two stole cookies in broad daylight as a challenge to see if either of you were as subtle as you claimed. It surprised Seonghwa how he know so much about your behaviour yet claimed that he had no care for you whatsoever. Maybe he had been too stubborn to admit the fact that despite your identity, the connection was truly there and it was strong. His stubbornness also exists within the actions that he made namely not telling anyone else that Wooyoung had once again made a crazy escape in a very unwell state because he thought that as the oldest and the second in command, the last thing he needed to do was to involve people who were resting and made it seem like he couldn't handle certain issues by himself. God forbid that.

Suddenly Seonghwa remembered where you would sometimes take Wooyoung when you couldn't find the herbs you needed to make your (demonic mind control) potion. "Shit, he better not be there," despite his complaining, Seonghwa transformed as he jumped up to fly to where he thought Wooyoung might be. It was at the bottom of the hill where there were tons of stumps where mushrooms could grow freely and due to the type of wood growing in the area, there was one type of mushroom, a special and rare one, that could either heal someone's ailments and clean the body or kill them when consumed incorrectly. He remembered you talking about that because you had once prepared the drink for Seonghwa after he spent two weeks dealing with an issue with the neighbouring clan and was so close to passing out. Of course, back then he accused you of trying to murder him and slapped the glass off your hands harshly so that there was a large red mark on your skin for the next couple of days. Ironically, when he did pass out, he was brought back to good health by your mushroom incense which made him throw up all the toxins and fatigue that accumulated in his body from his neglecting it so bad which to stay true to his hatred towards you, he claimed that his body was rejecting whatever it was you used to incapacitate him and decided to just be better so he could fight you off.

From the sky, Seonghwa could barely see anything through the thick trees but he tried his best to sense Wooyoung. After all, he was weak and slow, it shouldn't be too hard to locate him. It wasn't until he heard sobs and a voice calling out for your name so brokenheartedly that Seonghwa dove down and transformed as he reached to ground to see Wooyoung lying on the dirty ground limply as his hands tried to pull the grass so he could crawl to his destination. Seeing him like this made Seonghwa's eyes water and his heart clench so painfully harshly that he thought it might stop beating. This was all his doing, it was all his fault for making a single-handed decision out of his sheer stubbornness and trauma, incapable of considering the fact that his mates might have been right about you because he thought he knew best.

"Wooyoung," he called out, wiping the tears that were cascading down his cheeks as he crouched down near the man who looked so broken and lost and abandoned. Wooyoung didn't even acknowledge Seonghwa's presence, he kept trying his best to pull himself forward more but the lack of strength in his body did nothing but gave him frustration. "Wooyoung," Seonghwa tried calling him again, his voice cracking slightly as he grabbed the younger dragon by the shoulders to stop him from moving more and potentially hurting him. The sight of his dirty, tattered shirt was something Seonghwa didn't look forward to finding out. To his surprise, Wooyoung was able to shrug his grasp off of him, making his escape by using whatever was left in him to stand up. "I need to see (y/n)," he croaked, lifeless eyes staring forward at seemingly nothing, "She needs me, she's calling for me," though he said with little to no facial muscle movement, the tears that sprung from his eyes indicated just how desperate he was.

The thought of scooping Wooyoung and simply taking him away flashed in Seonghwa's head. It would be so easy to just grab him and take him away, God knows it would be best for the both of them. But Seonghwa felt in his gut that he wouldn't be able to cope with the knowledge that he has once again done something that was against what his mate wanted. Another thought flashed in Seonghwa's head, was he about to let his mate do something that could potentially end his life? Not on his watch. So how was he going to convince Wooyoung to return home?

Seonghwa's deep thoughts were cut short when he heard rustles coming from the darkness in front of them and soon cloaked figures emerged from the shadows. The second they stepped close enough, Seonghwa could smell the stench on them, the stench of dead dragons. "Dragon hunters," he muttered to himself, highly alert and swiftly pulling Wooyoung back against him. It didn't even matter to him that Wooyoung was thrashing like crazy, sounds and words from Wooyoung's mouth muddled together, making him incoherent. While this just made Seonghwa panic more, as his brain immediately thought of ways how he could get both himself and the inconsolable younger dragon out of there safely, the hunters seemed to find Seonghwa's state of panic highly amusing.

One of the hunters took his hood down to reveal his face which was half hidden by a headpiece made from intricately placed dragon scales with sections that go down his jaw to his chin decorated with dragon teeth. It was highly disrespectful to wear the carcass of such majestic creatures like that but of course, those hunters don't care, the more ridiculous they looked the higher regard they got from their fellow hunters.

"Looks like we have our work half done for us, boys. We can get the crazy one to the Head of the Coven and have her turn him into a puppet for children's show or for the circus," he laughed with boisterous laughter following after him. "The taller one we can use for accessories. Did you see the colour of his scales? We'll make bank with a lot left for ourselves," the hunter's eyes zeroed in on Seonghwa as if Seonghwa was a treasure that he had been looking for.

Horror struck Seonghwa and dread washes over his body at the mention of his dragon form. It was his fault that the hunters found them, he led them here because he couldn't be bothered to take the hard way and be discreet as he looked for Wooyoung. Not to mention his stubbornness and need to prove himself that led to him not alerting the others that Wooyoung was gone and that he needed help was going to be the reason his other mates will blame themselves if anything were to happen to them both.

"Get them, but make sure you don't nick their skins, I want to make sure we can get the best price," the same man said simply, cockily looking down at Seonghwa and Wooyoung as if he was sure that he was going to get the both of them. His confidence effectively struck his companions positively as they soon took menacing steps forward, seemingly to corner Seonghwa. Between making sure he had a secure grip on Wooyoung and trying to find a way to escape, Seonghwa couldn't even estimate the number of hunters around them. Were there more? Are they surrounded? What weapons do they have? Which clan did they come from? What do they want? There were thousands of questions running through Seonghwa's head which didn't help with him concocting a way to escape.

For some reason, Seonghwa was calling to you in his head. It was odd, he didn't know what it was exactly that you could've done and to be quite frank, he had always mocked you for it, calling you useless and unnecessary because he couldn't be bothered to learn about your power. Despite that, he was calling for you in his head because he had a feeling that you would know what to do to deal with the hunters and even how to deal with Wooyoung and perhaps even calm him down a little. The grip Seonghwa had on Wooyoung was trembling slightly, he was slowly consumed with uncertainty and anxiety and he feared that the hunters must have had something on them that made Seonghwa feel like so. According to their words, they must have had witches living among them and they have been helping these hunters capture dragons. He could only assume that those witches are powerful too because Seonghwa felt his legs trembling and his chest tightening, he was slowly being overcome with anxiety and while he was still able to function, Wooyoung was wailing. With each step the hunters took closer to them, the more sure Seonghwa was that it would be the end of him and Wooyoung. His grip slipped ever so slowly but he still tried to hold on to the younger dragon, he wanted to hold on. Because however, the situation will end, he wanted to be selfless and be there for the mate that needed him.

When a sound popped out from the left side of the hunters, Seonghwa was damn near using the last of his sanity to turn into his dragon form and breathed fire at whoever made that sound. But it was a good thing he didn't because he immediately recognized you standing there, looking seemingly harmless but he noticed the determination in your eyes and it was enchanting.

"And what the fuck are you supposed to be?" One of the hunters scoffed at you, thinking that you must be a joke.

With a raised eyebrow, you whipped Weiss out and shoved both hands into your skirt pockets. "The last thing you'll ever see, unfortunately," in a split second, your gaze shifted to Seonghwa and though you spoke in a low, almost whisper-like tone that seemed to sound louder than it actually is and echoed in his ears, "Duck"

As soon as Seonghwa's front side made contact with the ground with Wooyoung in his death grip, he heard something sizzling that was followed by the smell of something burning and men screaming around him. Seonghwa couldn't look around as the sound of men screaming into the night was deafening and it caused his body to freeze in utter shock. The only thing he could see was you standing a little far away from him and Wooyoung, face emotionless with hands covered in a thin layer of white powder and your chest slightly heaving. Seonghwa didn't know what was happening and frankly, he was rather hesitant to find out because whatever it was you did wasn't good.

Your eyes met Seonghwa soon and his stomach dropped, he had never seen you like that before and he suddenly felt the urge to say a lot of things to you. He wasn't sure what those things were, but he knew there was too much to say. He was about to get up and run to you when you lifted a hand to him and shook your head, "Run," you said simply, taking small steps to inconspicuously return to the safety of the shadows. Though he wouldn't admit it out loud, Seonghwa felt his heart clench when you told him to run, to go AWAY from you instead of TO you. He could only assume that you would be happy that he finally wanted to be close to you but instead you were acting so cold and dismissive towards him. The screams of men in pain snapped Seonghwa back to reality, however, realizing that all of the hunters were in fact distracted enough that they wouldn't even attempt to follow him if he were to safely return home. You had provided him with an escape.

So Seonghwa did what he thought he should do despite the aching feeling of uncertainty about whether or not he or any one of his mates would see you again, he had to prioritize and at that moment, Wooyoung seemed more important than anything else. He grabbed Wooyoung and moved to pull him up despite him wailing for you, calling out your name and trying to claw his way out of Seonghwa's grip. "Wooyoung, snap out of it!" without hesitance, Seonghwa slapped Wooyoung across his face which seemed to stun him enough to focus on Seonghwa, "We need to get out of here! We don't have time to spare or chances left!" Desperation palpable in his voice and the eyes that conveyed a thousand emotions finally penetrated into Wooyoung's mind and for the first time in weeks, he was able to give a sound response. Slowly, Wooyoung nodded and stood up, wincing as he realized just how sore and weak his body was while Seonghwa followed suit. Hastily, Seonghwa pulled Wooyoung further away from the group of wailing men, "You need to turn and fly away home, okay? Call for help, and I'll distract them as best as I could to make sure they don't follow you," Wooyoung opened his mouth to say something but Seonghwa raised his hand to stop him, "You are in no condition to argue with me, just trust me and do as I said."

Of course, even with Seonghwa's order, Wooyoung's heart still yearns for you, he wanted to be with you after being separated for so long. Hoping that he would be able to make eye contact with you, Wooyoung glanced to where you were standing only to be met with the sight of shadows casting through the woods. "Go!" Seonghwa growled, pushing Wooyoung slightly away when he only stood still. Reluctantly, Wooyoung shifted and flew back as quickly as he could to the castle, roaring in the air in hopes that someone from the clan heard him.

Seonghwa was too preoccupied with making sure that Wooyoung was okay that he neglected to see the leader of the hunter group coming at him with an obsidian blade. He only realized what was happening when he caught his shadow moving from the corner of his eyes and even then, Seonghwa knew that it was too late for him, he was going to be stabbed with a poisonous blade and he could potentially die. Things started to move in slow motion and his eyes closed, defeated, as he waited for the pain to strike him whilst he continuously reassured himself that even though he was going to die, he managed to get Wooyoung to safety first.

The sound of the blade taking flesh in between flesh was gut-wrenching to Seonghwa and he could only imagine how the stone would interact with his dragon blood, turning everything toxic and rotting his flesh from the inside out.

He waited and waited, but the pain never came. When his eyes finally opened, he was beyond shocked to see you in front of him, the blade nesting in your right shoulder as you stared up at the hunter dead in the face. There were a lot of things that Seonghwa didn't expect from you and on the very top of that list were you jumping in front of danger for him, putting your life at risk for him. He expected you to do that for the others, even Hongjoong (since he's the clan leader), but not him. Never him.

"Wrong move," you spat and before either he or Seonghwa could react, you pressed your powder-covered hands to his face. Then Seonghwa saw it, he saw the man's face sizzling under your touch in the areas where his dragon scale helmet was and around its area. As if it wasn't enough, you mumbled spells that soon caused blood to leak from the man's eyes, his pupils constricting to the point that they were mere dots as his throat vibrated with the agonizing cry he let out.

Only when the man dropped to the ground at your feet that you let your arms fall to your sides. Slowly, you turned to Seonghwa and Seonghwa could see the more relaxed expression on your face. Then his gaze dropped to your body, specifically to your blood-drenched hands. He didn't know whether it was the hunter's blood or yours, everything was just too messy for him to see clearly and he didn't even know where to start looking. "(y/n)..." he called out reaching out to take your arm in his grip gently but you scurried away abruptly as if you were scared, you would've continued if it wasn't for the tree that you accidentally hit, making you wince from the pain of the blade. "Please don't kill me," you whimpered slightly, inching to the side of the tree in hopes that you could make a quick exit. The words somehow struck Seonghwa deeply, he was well aware that he was the one who threatened to kill you in the first place but he never realized that you would be so affected by it. The fear in your eyes when you looked at Seonghwa without the safety of hunters to excuse your presence somehow bothered him. Just a couple of weeks ago Seonghwa would've taken great pride in instilling such crippling fear into you, but now he just hated how you wanted to get away from them now. From him.

"You're hurt..." Though his voice was wavering slightly, Seonghwa tried his best to keep a strong front, wanting to show that he wasn't letting his emotions get the best of him. And it worked, you only took further steps away from him because you felt that he was being so stoic and perhaps he was giving you a false sense of security just to trap you and kill you. So you quickly shook your head at him, not wanting his words to influence your decision to go back into hiding and plan a better strategy to protect them.

With every faltering step back you took, Senoghwa seemed to want to follow and it scared you. He wasn't taking more steps than you but his strides were longer. Right then and there, you could feel a pull to him, a pull that you've experienced with Wooyoung and again with Yeosang when he finally opened his heart to accept you romantically. The feeling was warm and comforting, reassuring of your safety and life despite the poison that was entering your bloodstream. You had been so focused on Seonghwa that you didn't even notice the little trick the leader hunter pulled to ensure incapacity towards any of his enemies, dragons or not. The poison he used was deadly to dragons, capable of paralyzing them in 30 seconds and completely killing them in 20 minutes. While it wasn't as deadly to humans, you didn't have much time until you grow weak in your tent and die slowly for days whilst locked in your own body, able to feel everything but unable to do anything.

Thinking that the chicken dance you and Seonghwa were doing could last a while, you decided that you should just make your escape so you could treat your wound as soon as possible. With a smile thrown at Seonghwa, your feet took their position to run, "I'm glad you both are safe." Seonghwa's body went into an immediate state of panic as he heard you say that, alarm bells started going off in his brain knowing that that was your way of saying goodbye. He had been so determined to find you and bring you home, how could he just let you go? It wasn't like he was trying to force you to come with him or even kidnap you, but he wanted to bring you back home where you belong. The home that Seonghwa had so selfishly taken away from you and for what, pride? In the name of trauma? Nothing could excuse his behaviour and that was why he wanted to make sure that he could make up for it. And he couldn't do it when the person he wanted to make up to isn't there.

As you turned around to flee, you felt something shoot up your spine and your vision turned black. The pain made you want to scream and you could've sworn you were screaming in pain. But in reality, your face was lax and your body swayed to the side, gravity doing its job pulling you to the ground when all strength left your body. The last thing you hear was the sound of someone calling your name, then a couple more that was followed by flaps of wings and rushed steps. You must've imagined things. Out of all, however, Seonghwa's voice was more prominent and you could've sworn the palm that supported your head as you fell belonged to him. Well, you must've been beyond delusional which means the poison was doing such a marvellous job. This was maybe the sound that was sending you off to the afterlife and to be honest, you could be hearing worse.

Now all you had to do was welcome what comes next.

Whatever it was.

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"Hyung?"

Seonghwa's head snapped up to the door when he heard someone calling for him. The door to your room was shut with a heavy thud and Mingi came walking in with some things in his hands. "I thought you were told to rest," the younger sighed, displeased that his older mate was disregarding the words of healers who had instructed Seonghwa to take it easy on himself. Seonghwa shook his head as his gaze dropped back to the woman sleeping on the bed, looking like a corpse with how she was unmoving and unresponsive but still alive as indicated by the flush on her cheeks and lips. Since when do Seonghwa think of you like that?

Though Mingi was worried for him, Seonghwa only waved a hand dismissively at him, "No, I... I put her in this situation, I should take care of her."

When Seonghwa brought you back to the castle, not only were his mates up and about due to Wooyoung's warning (and being absolutely surprised that Wooyoung was functioning normally), but they were preparing to save you and Seonghwa. So when they saw Seonghwa in your arms, they thought that you had died. Chaos ensued when Seonghwa reassured everyone that you weren't dead but were definitely dying if you weren't treated immediately. Coming to his senses first, Yunho scooped you from Seonghwa's arms and carried you to the house of the head healer just outside the castle area followed by Yeosang who regained some strength at the mention of you and also Wooyoung. As soon as you were out of sight, Seonghwa dropped to his knees, legs lost all strength as tears poured out of his eyes, coating the skin of his cheeks in a glittery sheen. That was when he grabbed Hongjoong's hands and confessed to what he did, how he threatened to end you because he thought you helped orchestrated an attack. He confessed how he almost did kill you that night, how he single-handedly exiled you because he thought he was doing what was best for everyone. He confessed how it was his fault Yeosang and Wooyoung almost lost their minds and how the others were suffering, not realizing that it was because their mate was told to stay away from them.

That night Seonghwa received nothing but confused, cold glances from his mates even as he was being patched up. It wasn't that they hated him for what he did nor were they mad, it was just the fact that Seonghwa kept such a big secret from them. Moreover, after Wooyoung recounted how you had saved him and Seonghwa from out of nowhere which prompted them to ask Seonghwa how you got stabbed by an obsidian blade. Of course, Seonghwa told them everything, he told them about how you jumped in front of him with no hesitance which saved him completely from danger. Then there was a conversation of dragon's honour, how they should never bite the hand that fed them (literally or not). Mingi was the first to innocently bring up the fact that you had been but nice and generous to Seonghwa but he had only returned your kind gestures in utter disdain. Hongjoong defended Seonghwa by saying that despite his actions, he did not break a dragon's honour as you had never saved his life before. Then surprisingly, Jongho backed Mingi up by saying that the dragon's honour doesn't only apply to live-saving situations, it also applies to general, mundane situations which prompted Hongjoong to snap at the youngest, saying something along the lines of "If I remembered correctly, you wanted to stake and burn her to see if, and I quote, 'she smells like rotting eel like the rest of her coven' when she first came to us" which was not received well by Jongho.

Now, five days later, you were still not up but the tension amongst his mates had died down and things had started to turn for the better. The warriors were less antsy and got even more confident with the additional good news that Yeosang was finally cleared to come back on duty 3 days ago. Wooyoung was once again able to function normally, returning to his studies with the healers whilst sharing the recipes he learnt from you during the time you lived together. Hongjoong was finally able to calm the council and was able to address the questions regarding the citizen's safety with more assurance. Mingi brought the good news that you were back to the hatchlings and they were more than elated, immediately asking Mingi when they could see you again which made him so happy. And Seonghwa felt much more at ease with knowing that you were there with him, knowing that they were once again whole despite your comatose state. One thing for sure though, you were never left alone without anyone's watch. Wooyoung, Yeosang, and Mingi had taken it upon themselves to sleep in your room with you with Mingi dragging a (not so) begrudging Yunho with him. Jongho would only stand guard outside your door in the afternoons when everyone else was too busy with their own duties while San would stand guard inside your room but away from you, both were still feeling awkward because they had been so bad towards you and they didn't feel their fussing over you would be justified. Hongjoong would keep watch from afar and through his staff, asking questions directly to the healers or (not so) casually asking the members on watch about your condition during their supper. Seongwha remained a constant by your side though, adamant about being there when you woke up. He would do his duties from his seat and only leave when absolutely necessary and even then, he would rush and make sure someone was in the room with you.

Whilst keeping watch on you, Seonghwa made the realization that you were the difference that they needed. It could be because of the fact that you were destined to be mated with all eight of them, but it was also possible that it was because you were... you. Never had he experienced such a drastic difference that happened with a person's absence and presence. It was as if you forged their life force, your mere presence elevated their energy in more ways than one. He had been a fool to let his ego cloud his judgement.

Mingi walked towards you with a gentle smile on his face, his hand gently placing a flower crown on top of your head, "Hi there, I... made this when I took the hatchlings outside to learn about nature. They missed you so much," he wanted to say how he missed you too, but the presence of Seonghwa only made him swallow his own words. Mingi then turned to the older male, sighing when he saw his eyes busily darting through scrolls for different businesses that Seonghwa needed to tend. "I'm worried for you, hyung," Mingi confessed, eyebrows scrunched in slight frustration at the older's stubbornness. "I said I'm fine," Seonghwa sighed, putting his scrolls down on the desk next to him to look at Mingi with a small smile, "Don't worry about me, okay? I know my limits and I just want to make sure (y/n) comes out of this okay," he reassured him. It seemed like Mingi wanted to say something, but the stare Seonghwa gave him made him shut his mouth as if telling him it was pointless to argue with him, he wasn't going to budge. So Mingi simply nodded and left the room after giving your hand a gentle squeeze to return to his evening duties.

Once he was back alone with you, Seonghwa thought that it was best for him to focus back on completing his task, he was quite behind already and he didn't like leaving his duties like that. But as he was about to delve back into his scrolls, he couldn't help but look at your sleeping figure and his legs automatically took steps closer to you. Every time he looked at your face, he couldn't help but remember the frightened look on your face the day he almost killed you. While he used to find pride in it, now he couldn't help but be embarrassed of himself, embarrassed of how he threatened someone who bore no arms as it wasn't a noble thing of him to do no matter the person. Above that, he was embarrassed of himself for treating his mates' mate like that. The regret played over and over in his head as if to mock his lack of judgement and he knew he deserved it, he was willing to bear the shame brought by his own stupidity and more if it could bring you back. The healers kept reassuring him that you would be up but they couldn't really know when and that scared him, the uncertainty and vagueness only made him stress more.

With the gentlest of touch, he traced your hand that was resting on your stomach, flipping them over to graze over the burnt skin as he winced, imagining the pain you must've felt. Turns out, when you burnt that hunter's face with the powder you had, the direct contact made your own skin burn and while it will heal, the pain you must've endured was more than you should have felt. "I'm sorry..." tears built in Seonghwa's eyes as his eyebrows furrowed tightly, creating a crease in the space between, "When you get out of this, I'll make sure to pay you back a thousandfold, you hear me?"

The lack of answer made Seonghwa fall to his knees by your bed with your hands still in his grip. His face rested by your hip as he cried hard, body shaking and hands trembling with overwhelming emotions. Seonghwa didn't even know why he was crying, it wasn't like you were dead despite him seeing your unresponsive body. He was glad that you were back with him despite not knowing how you would react when you finally came to and realized that you were back in the dwelling of the person who claimed wanted you dead if you ever showed your face again. But he knew a lot of them wanted you there with them and he knew you knew that fact too whilst also knowing that before this, the majority of them disprove your existence amongst them and had even pulled petty pranks as hiding Weiss in the dungeons for three days which caused you to panic and even stated their disdain towards you and your kind right to your face. So really, what was Seonghwa crying about?

"I'm so sorry," Seonghwa's voice cracked from raw emotion like he never felt before, his cheeks wet with tears that dropped and pooled on your bed. He tried looking up at you again, but he couldn't bear the sight for long before he hunched over with his face on your stomach, crying even harder. His lips kept mumbling apologies like it was a prayer or a mantra, not knowing what else to say to you as he felt his transgressions towards you had really crossed all the lines that exist in the world. But even then, especially then, you showed him nothing but kindness and genuineness. Seonghwa gripped the blanket over your body and the shirt you were wearing tightly in his hands as if to anchor him to reality, whatever it was.

A sudden touch to his head stopped Seonghwa's cries almost immediately because he thought he was imagining things, maybe his mind was starting to play tricks on him. Seonghwa snapped his head to your face only to be greeted with the sight of you smiling gently at him, your eyes lively and smile like a fresh breath of spring that made his chest bloom. Then he felt your fingers carding through his hair slowly and gently as if the action was filled with nothing but affection.

"Purposeless tears can kill your fire, dragon. Why are you wasting them?" though your voice was cracked from the dryness of your throat, it still sounded melodious to Seonghwa.

For the first time ever since you knew all of them, Seonghwa cracked a smile, albeit a teary one. He gently took the hand that was on his head and pressed them to his lips before moving them to his cheek where he kept it to enjoy the warmth of your life with his thumb gently caressing the inside of your palm. The initial fear of you rejecting him died within seconds, now being proven that you only had love and care for him just by how you were gazing at him. Seonghwa didn't even care if it was his imagination or if it was the delusional side of his brain trying to compensate for his guilt because he was seeing actual proof in front of him. Proof that you woke up from him opening his heart to you.

"No one could kill you, my fire, I won't let anything kill you."

And you believed him.

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staytinyville · 8 months

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Stay Alive (13)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

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Warnings: None

A/N NOT BETA READ (I did try the best to my ability) As normally! I love all your expressions over the whole chapter. Keep them coming! I love you guys!

All of the boys, minus one, were gathered in Jin’s room as they watched over your sleeping body. Namjoon was rubbing the bridge of his nose in a frustrated manner, while Hobi was hovering over your body, purple mist flowing out of his hands.

“What do you mean you lured her into the pool?” Namjoon scolded the younger boy.

“She didn't drown!” Jimin pointed out, not enjoying the lecture.

“But she could've!” Namjoon frowned.

“Jimin!” Taehyung looked at his closest friend with a frown, his features upset.

“I said I was sorry!” Jimin pouted. “Jin saved her before she could go all the way in.”

“I still smell like chlorine.” The mentioned man walked out of his bathroom, towel on his head as he dried his locks.

“How many times do we have to tell you to be careful?” Yoongi butted in.

“I didn't know she was in the pool!” Jimin cried. “My senses in the water were still trying to come back after they had dried me.” He looked down, feeling ashamed at having been close to hurting you.

The others all sighed as they realized they were being insensitive to Jimin’s problems. They knew it wasn’t Jimin’s intention to hurt you. Had the boy had full functions in his abilities he would’ve immediately noticed you the moment the water rippled with your body.

“She's fine.” Hobi spoke softly. “Just trying to recover from the hypnosis.” He gave Jimin a soft smile, trying to cheer the boy up.

“She should be fine after you did it to her.” Yoongi unconsciously spoke up, crossing his arms.

This caught everyone’s attention as their wide eyes turned to Hoseok. Now it was his turn to have a scolding. “Hobi?!” Jin cried out.

“She allowed me to put her to sleep!” Hobi tried to better the situation.

“Yeah but she didn't tell you to probe into her head.” Hobi glared intensely at Yoongi who kept opening his mouth.

“So it was you who put that spell on her!” Jin cried out, eyes wide with a hint of sadness.

Another member they all turned to wide eyed. There was just so much to keep up with at the moment. Taehyung almost said something about how today was just filled with so many issues. But he knew it wasn’t the right time to make a comment.

“What spell?” Hobi’s shoulders drop, his voice lowering at Jin’s accusation.

“Hey, he did go through her memories but he didn't put any spell on her.” Yoongi immediately went to protect Hobi. “I was there.”

“She has a spell symbol on her back.” Jimin spoke up.

“In between her shoulder blades. I felt it when I was taking her out of the water.” Jin sighed, taking a seat on his bed where you laid. He left room between you two, not wanting to touch you for fear of something happening.

They all turned back to you, frowning as their minds began to turn from trying to come up with a plausible answer. Hoseok frowned deeply as he moved a hand up to his mouth. He sighed, scooting closer to you.

“Jin hold her up.” He told the older boy. Jin frowned but moved at Hoseok’s orders. He scooted over to where your head laid. He moved you carefully into his lap, holding you up as he did back at the pool.

Hoseok went to move the dried shirt Jin had changed you to. He didn’t want you to get sick and he didn’t want the other nurses to know Jimin had lured you into the pool. It would only call for punishment for the younger boy. So he decided to change you into some of his clothing for the time being. At least until your scrubs dried.

As Hobi’s hands pulled at the bottom of your shirt, his fingers followed along your spine, reaching in between your shoulder blades. Just as his fingers grazed your cervical spine, something shocked him to the point where it left his hand numb for a bit.

“Ah!” Hoseok sucked in a breath, pulling back quickly. He wiggles his fingers to get feeling back in them, eyebrows furrowed as he looked between his hand and your back.

“There's something there.” He rubbed at his cheek. “Yoongi lift her shirt.”

Yoongi only gave him an appalled look. “Now you want me to invade her personal space?” The boy scoffed.

“Yoongi.” Hobi tried to calm down his annoyance at the boy, knowing that he was being a nuisance at the moment. However he also knew it was how Yoongi worked. He wasn’t one to keep his mouth from telling the truth.

“If she is involved with our world, things change completely.” Hobi told him pointedly.

“I'll do it.” Namjoon called, moving to where Hobi had settled behind you.

He tried to keep his fingers just warm enough to not make you feel the cold but not enough to cause a burn. He was soft in the way he touched your skin, trying not to think about how soft it actually was. He stiffly pulled the shirt back up, moving to stretch it just over your shoulders blades.

Jin pulled you closer to his body, worried the shirt would come up and expose you. He might have been the one to change you but he was a gentleman–he didn’t dare to take a look anywhere else that wasn’t the fabric of his clothing.

Hobi walked closer inspecting the symbol that blended in with your skin. “It's Bang Nim's spell.” Hoseok got back up, his back straight.

“How does she know Bang Nim?” Taehyung frowned, lips pulling between his teeth.

“She knows where Yuri lake is.” Hobi expressed to them. “She's been. He must have been the one to seal off that memory from her.” He turned around whispering to himself the last part.

“So she knows about us?” Jimin asked.

Hobi thought back to the memory he had gone through. He also went through the rest of them and nothing ever turned up about you believing in the creatures they were. He came across pictures and books depicting all kinds of mythical creatures but those were memories having to do with college or just curiosity about books. None of them really gave him the feeling that you actually believed in their kind.

“I don't think so. Our world was wiped from her memory.” Hobi spoke up, thinking back to the pain he felt when you touched the lake. As well, whoever that girl was was also wiped from your memory, so there was a possibility that she might have been involved. But yet, you didn’t seem to remember her.

Jin suddenly sucked in a breath causing everyone to turn to him. The others suddenly froze as they watched you stretch just the smallest bit as you started to wake up.

Your eyes flutter open slowly, the sleepiness in your body making you curl up into Seokjin’s hold. “Jin?” You whispered, blinking up at him.

“Hello, my dear.” Jin softly spoke, his fingers squeezing your arms in a soothing manner. “You okay?”

Your eyebrows pinched together as you took in his question. “Yeah?” You nodded your head against his chest. You looked around slowly, taking note of the other boys in the room. Your lips wanted to turn downwards when you realized the only one missing was Jungkook.

As you moved to get off Jin, you realized you weren’t dressed in your work scrubs. You frowned, pulling at the fabric on your torso.

“Who changed me? Why did they change me?” You asked, looking up at everyone.

“You fell into the pool.” Jin spoke up, eyes glancing in a squinting manner at his friend. “Thank gods I was there before you went all the way down.”

“That's odd.” Your confusion only seemed to deepen as you had no recollection of falling. Even if you did, you were a good enough swimmer so why were you passed out? Had you hit your head on the way down? Or swallowed water from shock?

Your fingers rubbed at the shirt, pulling it up as you seemed to snuggle into it. “Are these your clothes?” You asked, turning to Jin.

“Yeah.” The man began to blush. “Sorry, I didn't want to tell the other nurses.” He looked away from you, hands playing with his fingers.

“No worries-” You stopped in your sentence when you noticed something about Jin you hadn’t before.

Your head tilted to the side, wondering how it was that you hadn’t caught something like that before. But then again, his fluffy hair seemed to always be covering up his ears so seeing it all flat while wet must have allowed them to be out in the open. You held back your dreamy look as you noticed how cute Seokjin’s pointed ears were.

“You okay?” Jin asked, turning to you. You had stopped talking mid sentence and never went back to finishing.

“Yeah.” You smiled softly. “I didn't know you had your ears pointed. You look like an elf.” You giggled. “You look ethereal with them.”

Jin’s blush only came back full force. The others tried to stifle their laughter at the flustered male. “Thank you, my dear.” Jin smiled. He glanced at Namjoon who gave him a worried look. “I had them done.”

You hum in contemplation, remembering how Namjoon had said they had all been in the facility for the past 10 years. Does that mean that Hanseol offers things to them? You were reminded of Jungkook and Jimin’s tattoos. They too must have asked for those kinds of things.

“You guys get a lot of things down here. Didn't you say it's been 10 years?” You pondered.

"There were times we got to go out of course.” Namjoon answered. “Ya know, when we were healthy.” He sighed deeply.

“We come back after relapses.” Yoongi finished.

“I see.” You nodded to yourself. The thought of them smiling all the time and living the life they wanted started to pop up in your head.

You could imagine Taehyung playing with children and showing them his tricks. Jungkook would be known as a muscle bunny who loved boxing. Namjoon would travel the world to find the greatest art and read so many books. You could imagine Jimin as an idol. Yoongi would probably find a way to work from home. Jin would be an amazing caretaker. And Hobi would have his own herbal shop.

It brought a smile to your face to think about what their lives outside this sad place was like. Maybe they would have their families behind them, supporting them like you did. At that thought you suddenly perked up.

“Do you guys have families then?” You asked.

“We do.” Namjoon spoke quickly.

“I'd love to meet them one day!” You exclaimed, startling some of the boys.

They all gave you sad smiles as they thought about your response. “One step at a time.” Hobi told you, patting your head.

“Are you okay, Beautiful?” Jimin spoke up, shuffling closer to you.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You smiled at him in confusion, tilting your head. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You took a tumble into the pool and don’t remember. We were just worried.” Jimin sighed, feeling guilty knowing he was the reason you took that tumble.

“I promise I’m fine.” You beamed at him, noticing how he suddenly looked down. You waited until he looked at you to get out of the bed. Once the boy glanced at you, your eyes only closed from how large your smile was. It made his heart skip a beat.

“Now if you’ll excuse me.” You moved to take the covers off you. “I’m going to go check on Jungkook. I hope he’s doing okay.”

They watched you skip out the room, quickly rushing to the youngest boy’s room across the hall. There was a sudden somber feeling in the room as they took in the way you seemed to be completely in the dark about the mark placed on your skin.

“Should we tell her?” Hoseok asked the leader.

“When the time is right.”

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anxious-witch · 5 months

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Sooo, since like, literally three people asked(like I need more enabling lmao) here is a drabble/snippet from poly!JO soulmate au from August. It isn't finished and kinda a kess so read at your own risk, definitely not up to my usual quality.

Tw for alcohol, vomiting, character's drink being spiked (if I forgot anything, please let me know)

Bojan was born with four stripes on his stomach. Yellow, red, purple and blue. It reminded him of a mini rainbow. When he was little he used to trace them. Wondering how it related to his soulmate.

His parents seemed reluctant to tell him. And Bojan didn't understand. Not until his sister pulled him aside one day before he started school and explained. Soulmate marks indicated something about his soulmate, but his was special. Bojan remembered that she specifically used the word special.

Not weird, not odd. Special.

She said that since his has more than one color, it probably means more than one soulmate. That there was nothing wrong eith that, but that he had to be careful since not everyone would understand.

She told him it was easy enough to cover with clothes, but in case he needed to, she showed him how to hide it with makeup.

Bojan hadn't been seven for awhile now. He was twenty four and he understood much, much better why his sister was so careful about all of it. At best, people with multiple marks were looked down upon. And Bojan didn't always have the best of luck, either.

He wished he could say that the reason he wanted to convince Kris to join the band was purely because of talent. Not that Kris wasn't extremly talented because he was. Bojan was already laying groundwork to ask him to join. And then Kris tied his hair back in a ponytail, revealing his soulmark.

Four stripes. Red, pink, purple and blue. Perfectly lined up.

Bojan had to swallow past the lump in his throat. Found one of you.

He didn't want Kris to join the band because of that thiugh. So instead he did his best to charm him. Teasing and laughing and promising. Kris agreed, under the condition that Jan may join too.

"He is my best friend and my soulmate. I am not going anywhere without him."

How could have Bojan refused?

Kris and Jan were polar opposites that somehow managed to work in perfect harmony. Kris charmed you with his cute laugh and politeness, while Jan disarmed you with flirting and downright filthy things he could say with a straight face.

Bojan planned on telling them about his mark. He really did. It was just that everytime he tried, fear of rejection wrapped itself over his chest.

What if they didn't want him? What if it would make things weird?

He was a coward. He knew as much. He just couldn't bring himself to tell them.

His mark ached sometimes. Especially when he saw how gently Jan would kiss the mark on Kris's neck, or Kris wrapping his fingers around the one on Jan's wrist.

Jan made it worse with the way he wore his so openly. Like a badge of honor. Bojan suggested him to put a bracelet or some makeup on it once, to hide it.

He remembered Jan's fury to this day.

"What, do you have something against it? Do you think I should be fucking ashamed of my soulmates?"

Bojan took a step back, raising his hands in a placating gesture.

"No, of course not...I just think it might be wise not to show it off. People get beaten up for less. I don't want to see you hurt."

Jan looked at him for one very long moment. Bojan felt like he was being carved from inside out and examined.

"Let me worry about that. What business of yours is that, anyway?"

Bojan's mark pulsed under his shirt. He resisted the urge to rub the pain away. He shrugged.

"None."

They never spoke of it again. Years passed and Bojan got used to the yearing that came with being so close and yet so far.

And then Jure came along. Bojan was still sad because of Matic leaving. That's the only excuse he had for not noticing Jure's mark sooner.

It came to a head during summer vacation. Jure joined them at the pool. And on his leg, just under his knee, was a mark. Four strips. Yellow, pink, red and purple.

Bojan heard Kris gasp from somewhere far away. His own mark throbbed underneath the band aid he put on. The lie he said was that he had a scar from surgery that he didn't want to show. Jan teased him for being vain, but no one ever questioned it.

He and Martin exchanged a glance. Silently agreeing to leave and give them a moment. If Bojan's heart felt heavy or his mark burned, knowing he belonged there too, well. That was only for him to know.

Bojan was running out of excuses. Jure made a perfect new addition to Kris and Jan. While they certainly took some time to find a way to navigate a new configuration, they did work it out. Sometimes Bojan was so jealous he could taste it.

Which usually meant he got hammered and left with the first person who wanted to take him home and fuck him.

Other times, he just got hammered and called Luka through Skype. Luka who'd cursed him out and scolded him for being an idiot, but would still try and get him to take care of himself. Made sure he drank water and had a bucket nearby.

That was probably more than he deserved.

"So let me get this straight. Three of your soulmates recently got together. Which disproved your theory about them not wanting you because they are monogamous. Shocker, really. And instead of telling them now, you got hammer."

Bojan raised a finger in the air.

"And made out with a girl at the party in front of them."

Luka pinched his nose. He took a deep breath.

"And made out with a girl in front of them. Great! Lovely! What's the next step in your brilliant, self-destructive plan?"

Bojan shrugged. Luka sighed again.

"You are a menace. But you are also my friend. Which means I want you to be a happy menace. Please tell them."

"I'll think about it."

Luka shook his head and looked at him sadly.

"Sure you will."

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He didn't end up telling them. In his defense, he really was preoccupied. Few days later, Martin told him he was leaving the band to concentrate on finishing college.

Bojan grieved the loss of another friend, as ridiculous as it sounded. While Kris and Jan loved Martin as well, it was different. They had each other and Jure now.

So Bojan arranged everything for Martin's last concert with them. And looked for the replacement. Which was how he found Nace.

Bringing Jan along was his first mistake. Perhaps if he hadn't it could have been avoided.

Nace fit into the criteria to perfectly replace Martin on stage. Jure even joked they looked similar enough that fans won't even notice the difference. Bojan would, though. He wasn't only losing a friend who he worked with since the beginning, but also his last line of defense.

His mark ached harder than before ever since Jure joined in.

He and Jan interviewed Nace and it was all going well. Bojan was finally starting to relax, realizing Nace would be a good fit. He was responsible, but knew how to joke still. They did need someone to keep them in check on occasion. And Nace didn't drink. His guitar skills were amazing too. All in all, perfect.

Up until he took off his leather jacket and stayed only in short sleeves. Showing off a soulmark on his right biceps.

Four stripes. Yellow, pink, red and blue. Bojan froze.

"Nace," Jan said, sounding almost breathless, "is that your soulmark?"

Nace looked at him in confusion. Jan raised his hand to show off his wrist and Nace's eyes widened.

"You are-"

"Yes. And I have found the other two. You are the forth."

Bojan felt like he was watching a private moment. Nace seems to be at a loss on what to say, simply looking at Jan like he was a miracle.

"So...only one remains."

A lump formed in Bojan's throat. His mark burned viciously. As if it was screaming: I am here! Bojan got up.

"I'll leave you to settle...um. This. I think we can conclude Nace is a good fit by what was said already anyway. Have fun."

Jan's heavy gaze followed him until he took a turn in the alley, away from the view of the café.

The next few weeks were torture. Watching them was torture. The way they all balanced each other perfectly. Jure's jokes and pranks contrasted Nace's mature, thought out responses. Kris' anxious energy was match by Jan's always relaxed state. They mixed and matched and still-

God, his mark burned. Bojan had too many moments where he had to excuse hinself and just breathe. Will the pain away.

They were all there. Missing only one puzzle piece. All he had to do was go there and tell them. Just-

"Bojan?" Nace gently called out, startling him.

He turned from where he was leaning on the sink in the kitch to face him. Nace was always so measured in his movements, in his words. He told that that was because he used to be wild in his teenage years. He appriciated measured, gebtle approach a lot more now.

"Sorry, I got lost in thought. Did you need something?"

"I just wanted to talk to you, if you have a minute?"

Bojan shrugged, even as his defense mechanisms rose up. Did he know? How would he have even realized? No. Impossible.

"Sure. Shoot."

Nace's gaze traveled over his face and Bojan had the urge to squirm. All of them were attractive of course, but Nace and Jan had this odd ability to make him feel like they knew all his secrets. Bojan didn't have time to unpack why he was bith terrified and attracted to the feeling.

"I know this whole thing can't be easy for you. With all of us being bonded, you must feel left out. And I am sorry if I contributed to that by joining the band."

Bojan bit his lip. Oh. That was so thoughtful. He felt even more guilty about lying now.

"It's not your fault. And I'm-I'm glad you guys found each other. It just gets a bit...much, sometimes."

Nace nodded.

"I can imagine. Kris told me you haven't found your own match yet, so it must be doubly hard for you."

God. He could just tell him. Bojan opened his mouth.

"Nace I-"

"Nace!"

Jure came running, to show Nace a very specific cat video. It broke their moment and Bojan's sudden bravery disappeared.

He didn't tell him.

Which was why he ended up at the bar again. This time, without any of them around. He chatted up a guy who vaguely reminded him of Nace. Accidentally of course.

It tricked his brain into feeling safe. So Bojan wasn't watching his drink as attentively as he should have.

He only realized his mistake when the room started to spin. Panic gripped him. If he went to the bathroom, he was going to show he was suspicious. But what could he do?

Now, Bojan will admit he wasn't someone who ever studied the soulmate bond. But even he knew about it. In theory. He tried to block in out of his mind most of the timez terrified of exposing himself.

But in his panic and confusion, he found it. He could feel faint flashes of what the other four felt. And he, idiotically, pushed all his fear and panic through the bond.

The closest way to describe the feeling was smashing the fire alarm.

Suddenly he could feel all of them. As if they they were reaching out to him. Jan's fierce protectiveness, Kris gentle reassurance. Jure's playfulness was there, even with his worry. And Nace was a warm, stable presence of comfort.

Bojan's phone rang. The guy he was drinking with seemed annoyed, but it gave him an excuse to step away and answer the phone.

He managed to make it out of the club, to the fresh, cold air.

"Hello?"

"Bojan, where are you?"

Jan's voice was sharp and urgent. It immediately brought tears to Bojan's eyes.

"At the bar near my apartment. I'm sorry I-I think the guy put something in my drink. Everything is kind of spinning and I swear I only had one drink! Jan, I'm scared."

He heard Jan swearing at the other end, and there was such an intense wave of protectivness that came through the bond that Bojan felt like it wrapped around him.

"It's okay. We are coming to get you. I will give Kris the phone now, okay? Stay on the line."

"Okay."

He sat on the ground, to get the spinning under control. He was so tired.

"Bojan? Can you hear me?"

"Kris," he sighed contentedly.

Kris had such a nice, soothing voice. Bojan wanted to fall asleep to him talking.

"Yes, it's me. Can you tell me how are you feeling?"

Bojan hummed, thoughtful. Woth everything they were feeling, it was hard to pinpoint how he felt.

"Tired. Kinda sick? Not like I'll throw up but like I didn't eat something right. And everything is still spinning."

Kris kept talking to him and asking him irrelevant questions just to keep him on the line. Bojan fought against drifting off, but it became harder.

"Kris," he whined, "I am so tired."

He gently shushed him.

"I know sweetheart. Just a bit longer. We'll be there in a minute."

The rest was a blur. He remembered them picking him up and driving him home, but drugs made everything hazy. Last thing he remembered was being put to bed and then everything going dark.

#my writing #poly!jo #poly!jo soulmate au #joker out #I have zero excuse for this one

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adventuringblind · 11 months

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I remember you

Max Verstappen x driver!reader

Genre: sad with a happy ending

Request: yes! I hope you like it as much as I do! I’m open for Max, Charles, Lando, Oscar, Daniel, George, Pierre, and poly relationships. Don’t be shy I don’t judge. I promise.

Summary: Max and reader have been pining after each other for awhile now but haven’t confessed. When an accident changes everything, Max fears he may have missed his change.

Warnings: major accident, description of injuries, pining,

Notes: written in third person

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Masterlist

She’d managed to get the second seat at Redbull. She gets along well with her teammate and she’s managing to keep up with him. Her team is first in the constructors championship. Life couldn’t have been better for her. Until the smoke filled her nostrils and the orange tried to lick at every part of her.

Her road was filled with hard work and she was so proud of herself for making it this far. Starting with alphatauri and finally getting the second Redbull seat.

Her and Max had been friends since she started in formula 1. Though it was obvious there was more to their friendship then they would confess to themselves or each other. Everyone teased them about it. But neither had been able to confront those feelings.

Her having to deal with the already male dominated sport and being asked ridiculous questions. Him defending his title and struggling with how to communicate emotions.

The way the two drove together in sync. Trusting each other to make the right calls. It was a testament to the connection between them.

Outside the track the talked often. Pushing each other, encouraging one another, it was a sight to see for every party involved.

“Are you ever going to confess to her?” Daniel asked Max one afternoon.

Max looked longingly across the garage where you were talking to your engineers. “But things are already so good. I don’t want to ruin it and I’m not sure she feels the same.”

“I just hope you don’t regret it one day, mate.”

It wasn’t even a day later that Max realized Daniel had been right.

She was set to place second, the race closer then you would’ve liked with a few laps to go. She’d been aggressively defending from the Mercedes behind her.

The Mercedes switched to trying an overtake on the outside. The proximity to her far too close for her liking. She thought she’d be given the space. She overestimated.

The confusion quickly over took her senses. One minute she was driving on the track and the next she was spinning. It was so fast she hadn’t even realized her car was in the air. The force of the impact was so great at one point she lost consciousness.

She woke up to her ears ringing and heat dancing around her skin. People screaming her name. She needed to move but couldn’t. The halo of the car had been bent in odd directions, preventing a her from an easy escape.

She tried to keep her panic away but But it was getting harder to breath and the heat was getting more intense. She tried pushing herself a little further out. Grasping at anything that could help her.

She could vaguely hear a familiar voice screaming her name. The copper taste in her mouth getting stronger. Then a hand. Trying to pull her out of the intensifying heat.

Hazy sky started to come into view. Her body trying to succumb to the darkness once again. But his blue eyes wouldn’t let her. Her body limp as he dragged her away from the danger. Why was he so sad? Hadn’t he won the race?

His mouth was saying words she couldn’t hear. Moving her. Trying his best to keep her awake.

Then he was being pulled away. Fighting whoever it was trining to take him away from her. She didn’t want him to leave. Screaming at him not to let her go. It felt that the farther away he got the more her body hurt. The heat pulling her back in again. Hands lifting her back to the sky. She wanted Max back. The cloudiness of her mind clearly picturing him.

It didn’t take long for the darkness to come back.

“How’s she doing” asked Max. It was near the end of the race and he knew she was fighting to keep second.

“She’s fine, just focus on bringing it home.” Came GP’s voice through the radio.

He couldn’t help but check his mirrors every few seconds. Concerned at how close the Mercedes was getting to her car. But he knew she was a fighter and wouldn’t give up easily. He smiled while thinking about her. Maybe Daniel was right. He always talked about living with no regrets.

He’d decided. He would tell you after the race. After she won her fight.

Then it all changed to fast. He saw it happen. Her tire being hit at the perfect angle to send her flying. Tumbling through the gravel. The fire already seen and she hadn’t stopped spinning yet.

He held his breath as he waited. The red flags already out.

“Is she okay GP?” His voice came out panicked. He couldn’t lose her yet. Not before he got to tell her how he feels.

“We don’t know yet.”

His car was pulled over before he could get any farther. Getting out at an inhuman speed and sprinting to where to crash had been.

Her car was melded to the barriers. Halo shifted in odd directions. Fire consuming most of the area at this point. The Marshalls doing their best to put it out.

He knew he was being reckless but he didn’t car. She needed to get out. He could vaguely see her body dangling through the flames.

Max ran over and immediately was trying to grab for her. The Marshalls making to attempt at stopping him. Only spraying where his arms were to help him get her out of the car.

He felt her move. Shoving herself forward. Trying to connect her hand to his. Until finally, they managed.

The heat was becoming unbearable even for him. He quickly tried to pull her body from the car. Weaving her away body through the dented halo. Dragging her farther away from the smoke when he managed to get her out.

He snapped his helmet off, getting breath back into his lungs. Then he snapped off hers. He was yelling her name. Hopefully giving her senses something to hold on to.

Her eyes found his and he immediately was crying in relief. Holding her in his hands. Assessing the damage to her body.

It didn’t take long for the Marshalls to pull him away. Trying to get her into the medical vehicle so they could help her.

He fought them. Every rational part of his brain gone. Needing to stay with her his only priority. Even more so as she reached for him. Softly saying his name. Coughing violently as she did so. Tear staining her cheeks.

Daniel had run to him in the track. Gripping his shoulders and checking over him. Max’s mind was spinning though. Daniels words falling in deaf ears as he led Max away.

Even as they got back to the garage, Daniel didn’t leave. Concern for his friend keeping him posted at his side.

Max did end up winning the race. Only to stand on the podium missing you.

He barely remembers anything about it. Spacing out when Christian drove him to the medical center. The two waiting for any word on the female drivers condition.

Max saw the way blood had pulled into her mouth as she tried to speak to him. The image burned into his brain.

He wanted- no- needed to see her.

So when the doctor finally called her name, he nearly fell over from standing up so fast. The doctor listed every injury she sustained. Including that of major head trauma. Possibly hindering her ability to race ever again.

Max’s hand flew to his mouth. A nausea inducing feeling settling into his stomach. Christian sighed heaving as the doctor walked away. Leaving the two of them be.

“I know it’s hard, but I’ve had to watch you to pine after each other for years. I need you to be strong for her right now. She needs you now more then ever.”

Max could only nod his head. Steeling himself for whatever she needed from him.

As the two walked down to where she was staying, a room in the ICU, he almost cried at the sight. Both in relief and pain for her.

White bandages cover places around her jaw, arms, hands, and chest. Mostly for the burns, a little for her bones. There was a cast around her knee where they had to pop it back into place.

Machines let out a steady beeping sound and wires ran around her bed. A nurse talked her vitals motioned for them to enter.

“She called for someone every time she was awake.” The nurse stated. “It was mumbled but they think the name was Max.”

Christian glanced at Max briefly before turning to look back at the nurse. “Thank you.” Then the nurse turned and left. Leaving them with the sound of their breathing and beeping machines.

Christian patted Max on the shoulder. “I’m going to see how everyone at the garage is doing and report the news.”

Only Max remained at her side. Gently kissing her bandaged hand. Exhaustion taking over his body at some point and falling asleep. His head placed softly next to her.

He woke up an hour to the sound of beeping, only it wasn’t as steady this time. He looked at the woman beside him trying to asses if she was ok. He calmed when he saw her soft smile. Her eyes lighting up at seeing him.

He smiled back. The joy at seeing her awake setting in.

“I don’t remember much, but I remember you.” She rasped. “And I remember loving you for a long time.”

The realization hit him when the doctor meant by head trauma. However, in this moment the girl he loves is alive and just claimed to be in love with him.

“This is actually the first time you’ve said it, but I have also loved you for a long time. And I’ll continue to love you even if you want nothing to do with me.”

He’d help her through this. Even as both of them sat their crying. Then talking about life. He watched her smile through the pain and determined that he never wanted to see you without it again.

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bluegalaxygirl · 7 months

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Am i crazy (Zosan X reader) P2

Plot: Reader hasn't been sleeping or eating, they wont let anyone touch then and keeps having accidents. Everyone if worried or thinks they've gone crazy but the reality is so much worse.

Warning: Domestic abuse (Not by the hands of Zoro or Sanji), Bad language, violence, self harm, blood, mental damage, forced kissing and manipulation.

Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship, Reader is GN.

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

Sitting in the corner of the medical bed you pulled your knees-up to your chest. Nami had helped you get dry and dressed into pj's after Chopper has bandaged your head up but the doctor was still concerned, the bruise forming around your neck had him worried, so he made you stay in the medical room with him for a while. Nami stayed with you for a while before heading off to tell Sanji and Zoro what happened, you begged her not too, but she ignored you heading out anyway. now you were worried what would happen, you know how handsy Sanji gets when he see's you hurt. You want him to hold you to make you feel better but you know what will happen if you do. you know he's in the room, after nami left he blew on your face letting you know he was there. You think he's in a corner as not to get bumped into, he seems to have good control of his devil fruit powers, it makes you sick. The door to the medical room opens Nami walking in with Sanji and Zoro following "Oh my love, are you ok?" Sanji walks over to you being very careful not to scare you but you back up against the wall anyway, his heart brakes when you do, so he sits on the edge of the bed and reaches a hand out to you hoping you will take it "It's ok my love. i'm not going to hurt you" his voice is soft, you love it and it makes you tear up, you want to leap into his arms, feel him stroke your hair as he comforts you but you don't want him to get hurt or for you to get hurt.

Zoro sighs walking closer and placing a hand on Sanji's shoulder squeezing it a little as he kneels down "Can you tell us what happened?" he asks trying to stay calm while seeing you shake in the corner "I-i fell" you stutter trying to hold back your tears while looking down at your feet. "Baby look at me... please" he whispers as Sanji pulls his hand away form you, they both watch as your eyes flick up to look at them before going right back to your feet. "You didn't get those from just a fall" Zoro stands looking at the marks on your neck. You reach a hand up to cover them feeling embarrassed. You used to be so strong and now you can't even push a man off you, a tear slips out of your eye and falls down your cheek. Sanji reaches over to wipe it away only for you to back up more "Don't touch me" you yell out your eyes locking with your feet, they both stop shocked by your tone, it was full of fear and so where your eye's. Sanji pulls his hand back as his eyes well up with tears, his heart shattering. "Please... please" you whisper burying your head into your knees. Zoro stops breathing for a moment trying to register what's going on only being brought back by Sanji standing up and placing a hand on his shoulder. "We'll talk in the morning love" The cook sighs starting to walk out but stops when Zoro doesn't follow.

Chopper gets up out of his chair and walks over getting into the bed "You should rest" he tells the two of you watching Zoro stare at you in shock while you shiver in the corner. Nami places a hand on Sanji's shoulder trying to comfort the man who's just barely keeping it together. "Y/N" Zoro finally says trying to get you to look at him again but you don't. he leans over placing a hand on the bed to support his weigh as he looks you over "Baby please" he whispers getting a little closer, he can hear you sniffling into your knees, your crying and all he wants to do is hold you. He reaches a hand up and lightly touches your hair only for you to move away form him "Please don't please" you beg into your knees, Zoro moves back and walks away from you. The swordsman takes Sanji's hand and walks out the door with him heading to their room and slamming the door behind them. Sanji doesn't stop him, feeling deflated by your actions and words, but he does pull out a cigarette letting it hang loosely between his lips. Zoro turns and hugs the cook holding him tight while gritting his teeth, he's angry, upset and frustrated his breath uneven as he tries to hold it together.

Not many things can break the swordsman but seeing you so scared of him, begging him not to touch you, seeing you beaten up and battered, it hurts. Sanji holds Zoro back even though his body feels limp, tears slip down his face and into Zoro's shoulder "They act like - like we'er the ones that.... hurt them" the cook stutters giving into his feeling of sadness and fully crying into the swordsman's shoulder, the cigarette in his mouth dropping to the floor. Zoro holds the cook tighter closing his eye and leaning his face into the mans neck "I know" he whispers his fingers gripping the cooks shirt trying to hold in his anger and sadness. "We w-would never" Sanji pants trying to control his breathing, Zoro pulls away to cup the mans face and place their foreheads together "I know, it's not your fault. You didn't do this" Zoro sighs looking at Sanji's teary face "Y-you didn't e-ether" The cook cry's gripping the swordsman's shoulders trying to stay standing as his legs shake. Zoro pulls Sanji into him and picks him up carrying him over to the bed and laying him down "It'll be ok. we'll figure this out" Zoro lays down and pulls Sanji into his chest rubbing his back and kissing his head. He holds the man for a long time, waiting for the sobbing to stop, when it does he look down to see the cook fast asleep, so he pulls the covers over them both and lays his head back. Looking up at the ceiling feeling tired he lets a tear fall from the side of his eye before closing it tight to stop more.

Nami sat on the bed next to you but not close enough to touch you while Chopper sat in front of you. "I don't believe you" Nami whispers laying her head on her hand "You didn't fall" She says again trying to get you to talk. "I need to know what happened" She tried being kind and understanding but it was getting way out of hand now, so she turned to her stern side. "Now" she commanded Chopper reaching a hand over to try and stop the navigator only for the woman to stand up off the bed and glare at you "Tell me what's going on" her voice louder than before fists gripping tightly at her side "Nami, this isn't the best way to go about it" Chopper stands up to try and clam the orange haired woman down "No, iv been nice and understanding and none of that has worked. Tell me now what's going on" she yells watching you just sit there your head still in your knees, your no longer crying just sitting there. "Are you doing this to yourself? if so why? Im your best friend tell me" she screams in frustration not getting anything off you "Nami please. let's just leave it for now. We'll talk tomorrow" Chopper walks over taking Nami's hand and rubbing it. The navigator grits her teeth and pulls away storming out the door and slamming it shut behind her.

Chopper sighs and looks back at you "Im sorry... you should get some sleep. I'll stay with you at the end of the bed" Chopper takes off his hat and turns off the big light, the only light coming form the lamp on his desk. The doctor gets under the blanket at the other end of the bed and closes his eyes soon falling asleep. A hand touches your shoulder and you know it's your ex, he waits until the reindeer starts snoring before pulling you a little. You look up not seeing him but his hand is still on your shoulder, you feel his breath on your ear and a strand of hair moves out of the way of your ear "You did good. Get some sleep" he whispers, a kiss being places on your cheek. You don't pull away this time letting him do what ever your body feeling numb and tired. He lets you go so you can lay down, as you do the chair next to the bed shifts a little indicating he's sitting in it. Fingers lace in between yours as your hand lies on the bed, feeling tired you close your eyes letting sleep take over you.

You only got four hours of sleep last night, your hand being squeezed so hard you had no chose but to wake up in fear of your fingers being broken. Four hours weren't enough but you knew he would keep you tired and hungry to keep control so you were thankful for at least a little sleep. You stayed sitting up until Chopper woke up rubbing his cute face, it made you smile only for your ex to shove his finger into your lower back, you gritted your teeth and looked away the smile disappearing off your face. "Morning" Chopper yawns fixing his fur before getting out of bed "Did you sleep ok?" he asks looking up at you only to see your tired face, you shrug not looking at the doctor as he puts his hat back on "Do you think you can eat today?" he asks, two taps on your shoulder told you that it was ok to do so. You nod, making your way out of bed and standing "Good, lets go then" Chopper smiles holding out a hand for you but the grip on your shoulder tightens so you don't take it looking to the floor as you follow the doctor out of the room and down to the kitchen.

Sanji didn't get up until eight which was abnormal for him but no one said anything as he walked into the kitchen with a tired Zoro following. The others greeted them and surprisingly Brook and Nami were cooking a little "I'll take over" Sanji smiles at them, his eyes a little puffy and red, but they don't argue letting him cook, Nami offers to help but Sanji turns her down saying he can take care of it. As the morning went on he cooked taking his mind off everything while Zoro sat quiet at the table, Luffy would talk to him and the swordsman would answer, but he wasn't acting like himself, it made the captain worry. When you and Chopper entered Sanji looked up and gave you a small smile but you didn't look at him, so he went back to cooking the smile dropping of his face. You sat down in your seat while Chopper went to his, you kept your hands in your lap as your shoulder was squeezed hard, letting you know he was with you and watching. Sanji walked over with some plates setting one down in front of you watching you move aside, so he doesn't touch you as he places the plate on the table before walking over to Chopper.

You picked up the fork and pushed the food around a little before taking some and eating it, it tasted amazing so you took more bits until the hand on your shoulder to leave and a finger press against your back as a warning. You stopped eating and put your fork down, you wanted more, you were starving and it tasted so good but the finger on you back let you know it was not possible. Zoro watched you close and raised an eyebrow when you forced yourself to stop "Hay" he whispers to you but you don't look at him, you can't. "I was hoping we could talk, the three of us. sort this out?" he asks looking for any kind of reaction but you don't give anything, no nod or shrug. "We need to talk about this" he whispers leaning in closer only for you to lean away. His hand grips the table as he leans back and going back to his plate of food not knowing what to do. Sanji walks over and looks over your shoulder with a smile "You ate" he whispers leaning down and hugging you before you can pull away. The hand on you back moves to your free side away from Sanji's figure gripping it tight. "Stop" you yell standing up and pushing away, the cook stepping back his smile gone as he looks over your scared figure. The room goes quiet as the crew look at the two of you. The grip on your side moves to your back pushing on the spot, you rush past Sanji and out the kitchen door.

Zoro looks up at Sanji who just stands there staring at the chair you were once in, the cook's body looks almost limp his hair covering both his eyes before slowly walking back to the kitchen. The swordsman gets up and follows standing in the kitchen with the cook as he tried to light his cigarette, he keeps trying to light it but it keeps turning back off until Zoro walks up to the cook and takes the lighter and cigarette away. Normally this would cause a fight but Zoro hugged the cook who clung onto him while trying to hold back tears, he didn't want to cry in front of the crew no matter how much it hurt. Zoro sighs rubbing the cooks back while rocking him slightly form side to side, the swordsman's eyes were fixed on the door you left open hoping you would walk back in but you didn't, and he knew you would have locked yourself in their room by now so going to talk to you wasn't an option. He has thought about kicking the door in but Sanji told him not too, they both don't want to scare you or make things worse.

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sexhaver · 5 months

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Howdy friend! I feel like that meme with doctor eggman that just walked in on rouge and shadow having a spirited discussion on something I have no pretext about. But it sounds important and I do wanna educate myself if there's a lacking somewhere, genuinely. From what I understood from scrolling down to a screenshot poll and other screens, it's trying to figure out if people are automatically taking frat boys (the classic stereotype kind, btw, genuinely players) in good faith by queer-ifying them because they have been fortunately unfortunate enough to not have the life experience of being used by this type of person that will take their good faith and hurt them?

Because I do think that there *could* be a cishet aro man out there, if it's defined very explicitly as: a man (born with a penis and identifies as he/him) and likes women (including trans women) and is aromantic. Face value wise, that is.

Because the question wasn't if the hypothetical man was superstraight (and don't count trans people at all) or just pussy-seeking (i.e. looking to have sex with ciswomen and trans men who haven't had bottom surgery, is explicitly Not transphobic). Or if this hypothetical man wasn't also, say, a "friend" met at a party/tinder/hookup/through mutuals/etc that is really just an acquaintance with little of substance genuinely known...or if this man was actually what one would consider a genuine friend. Or if this hypothetical man was poly (and/or if you were poly honestly, this feels like this is being framed in a mono mindset, which is okay! But poly adds extra details to account for). Also if he was out as aro.

The point is, I am aware of cheating. I am aware of using terms to get around cheating. Or trying to justify it. But aromantizim by itself isn't cheating. Poly by itself isn't cheating. FwB by itself, or hooking up by itself, or sex work by itself, isn't cheating- if there is informed consent on both sides with all affected parties, which includes all other partners. Wanting to sleep around isn't a crime, regardless of who or where or what gender.

I know there's plenty of men that aren't allies, that are homophobic or transphobic or sexist, but that wasn't the question. You aren't making that distinction or posing a scenario, just a screenshot without any added distinction other that the consent (after it was asked for by voters). It's taking the assumption that practicing genuine safe sex ( not that bullshit abstinence thing schools and "god fearing Christians" teach), is limited to only cishetero men... And not something to practice with everyone.

It shouldn't matter my gender or background or beliefs or sexuality, since these are simply opinions and all opinions come with grains of salt, but I know if I don't add context of me being the one giving these opinions, I'll be discredited.

I'm a cis-women (so very petrifiyingly aware of that Fear/wariness of being approached at night by strangers, or followed. I don't like ANYONE strange coming up to me, regardless of gender, a woman can stab me as much as a man can rape me, but I feel like I know the mindset extreme examples being presented here so there were go).

I'm demi-omnisexualromantic. Everyone's free game once I get to know them on a genuine emotional level. We HAVE to be besties (or we have to never ever see each other again if I'm gonna sleep with you and you're not a friend, oh gOD WHAT IF I FART OR THEY'RE A SERIAL KILLER OH GOD).

I'm poly. The first thing is with my girlfriend and our paramour, since we are the "oringal polycule" is had a sit down discussion about what we agreed upon what being in a relationship is like (we happen to be romantically and sexually attracted to each other btw). It was Poly from the start and Open from the start. We are all okay and open to each other going out to bdsm clubs or kink parties or sleeping around, or if asking out cute people..... BUT we have to ask permission/inform the other partners in our polycule. There's nothing to hide and they consent. They can say no, and that's okay!! Because then!! We can have an open and honest discussion as to why (lonely, conflicting plans, insecurity, safety worries, etc). Also also, anyone new that's meant to become a fwb or a pet needs to know about and meet our polycule, and it's a one-no situation here. If *anyone* is uncomfortable, nothing goes forward.

Sex is nice, sex is great if you're a freak like me and into that sorta thing; and sexual safety awareness and stranger danger awareness and informed consent awareness is MAJORLY IMPORTANT AND CRITICAL AND EVERYONE SHOULD BE TAUGHT THIS IN SCHOOL OH GOD but in my humble opinion the execution has spiraled into something messy with rampant misunderstanding and accidental invalidation of aro-spec men, poly people, and our allies,,, as well as anyone trying to be open-minded even if they dont understand.

Telling people that they're naive and ignorant isn't going to teach them a lesson you appear to feel strongly that they need to learn, it only shames and makes them not likely to actually follow the good advice (?) that's being presented in a not-clear format.

And it also earns you a buncha people getting angry because they don't understand the question actually being asked because the context wasn't clarified or what the actual answer is in a no patronizing manner/delivery,, and I'm sure you're feeling very much harassed and exhausted for answers that have little to nothing to do with your actual question, and I'm really sorry for that because I've been there and I hate this for you because it's exhausting and dispiriting to find people who never got taught how to keep themselves safe... But I'm also happy that they haven't had to learn it the hard way *yet* and that I can still help, or even that the people I was so stressed over not having the lesson... Actually DO know the answer but just misunderstood the question or that I just asked it confusingly!!

Anyway, sorry for the extremely long ask, double sorry if I misunderstood anything you were trying to say or explained anything that you already know. But if you could clarify in your own words and time, I would be very grateful! If not, that's still okay and I hope you take care of yourself out there, friend! Also, I'm on anon less because I'm ashamed of my opinion, and more because I don't want anyone else randomly messaging me back because they don't like me for my views online and I happen to really like this account dghjfedhjfdsjk

oh my god i thought there was a character limit on anons. what am i even being asked here? i literally just woke up and opened my inbox and made this face

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stellaricwriting · 6 months

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Hello!! I was wondering if you could go in-depth with what sex would be like with Poly! Vex Scar and Cub? You said you would but you never did.

No need to if you don't want to though :) -🐀

i have the memory of something small and stupid

CLINGY

SO CLINGY

also possessive but in a smug way because they have you and no one else does, which also leads into so so sooo much marking

their teamwork is honestly crazy good. they have absolutely talked about how to ruin you most efficiently/fastest before and they are ready and eager to put those plans into action

marking!! endless hickeys and bite marks, but also carefully placed finger shaped bruises, little scattered stars of vex magic left burning under your skin like glowing freckles (they'll fade, in days or hours, and they'll pout every time)

wear their clothes and they'll go bonkers obsessed. HOWEVER! if you wear one's clothes you better also be wearing the other's because otherwise they'll sulk and pout and Remember it the next time you ask for something

you ask them to pass your water bottle and they're like sorry i dont help traitors (they are already passing you the bottle and also one of their shirts put it on put it on put it on right now)

definitely the types where if you're having sex with one and not the other, the other will show up during and pull the whole 'without me????'

sometimes they work together and fuck you together, but equally they're content to just be there while the other fucks you silly

cub likes to watch, to lounge on the bed next to you as scar takes you apart piece by piece and makes you come until you can't think anymore. you'll come out of your fourth orgasm gasping for air with cub cooing as he pets your hair

scar likes to hold you for cub, to croon praise and giggled little comments while cub sets about making sure you can't walk for the next few days. he likes to nuzzle against your cheek, your neck, like he's going to kiss you, but he's just having so much fun

listen.

if you're down for double penetration? they're willing and eager and so very excited. they spend what feels like ages prepping you for it, to the point where you're like guys c'mon can we plEASE get to it and they'll just be like no.

they're not okay with hurting you unless you've asked for it (literal) and it's been pre-negotiated. do they go overboard prepping you? maybe so, but they'll deny it (unless its funny)

i'm just gonna say it. these bitches? both switches.

do they love teaming up and wrecking you? absolutely. are they also equally excited at being the one teamed up on? absolutely

scar is an exhibitionist and cub is a voyeur. this works out great for when they wanna fool around in public, have a scene involving getting caught fucking in someone's poor shop. they're both a bit too possessive to actually risk someone seeing you, but the thrill is something they love

back on marking, please mark them up please they're begging you. you're theirs and they're yours and they want everyone to know it constantly

if there's a kink or scene you wanna try out, they're down for it. as long as it's been talked about thoroughly and safewords (or actions) have been put in place? they're just as excited as you are

listen. fear play.

also they're the type to use magic on you generously, be it vex or otherwise. what's the point in having it if not to have fun

#stellaric.exe #spice.txt #scr.txt #cbf.txt #thank u i have the memory of a goldfish

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neriyon · 2 months

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∙ Basics ∙

Name: Hawu'li Puu Nickname(s): No one's really came up with anything (me included) Age: 23 Nameday: 17th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon (17.8) Race: Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te Gender: Male Orientation: Gayyyy Profession: Warrior of Light / travelling healer

∙ Physical Aspects ∙

Hair: Lavender purple and pretty fluffy. The turquoise part of his bangs is dyed, and needs to be redone regularily. Eyes: Bright yellow Skin: White with pink undertone Tattoos/Scars: White, slightly curved "dots" next to his eyes, three on each side. No notable scars - he's very diligent in healing any big hurts after battle.

∙ Family ∙

Parents: - Mother, Hawu Puu. Matriarch of the Puu family. Alive and well, strictly leading her family back in Shroud. Hawu'li visits her, but rather rarely. - Never met his father, nor know anything about him. It's uncertain if he even knows he has a kid. Siblings: - 2 older brothers, Hawu'a and Hawu'to. Hawu'a lives back in Shroud and hunts for a living, while Hawu'to is a researcher in Old Sharlayan. - Grand total of 5 older and 2 younger sisters. Three of the older sisters left home after adulthood to start their own families, the rest of them live with their mother and help provide for the family. Grandparents: Mostly unknown. Hawu sometimes talked about her mother (Hawu'li's maternal grandmother), but she had passed away before Hawu'li was even born. Other: - Draevoux "Drae" Chevalier and Nana Chevalier, elezen couple who are both his (currently retired) co-wols and "roommates". - Varying lineup of partners. He's poly with multiple partners and I've yet to make a solid list of them all since they change all the time. Aymeric and G'raha are the two I mention most. Pets: Carby the Carbuncle. Hawu'li's uh, not that good with names. Carby is your avarage ruby carbuncle, but is around pretty much 24/7. Often refered to as Hawu'li's "emotional support carbuncle", since it's jobs include keeping him calm when he is left alone.

∙ Skills ∙

Abilities: Strong affinity with healing magic and the ability to hear the elementals, making him a formidable white mage. When situation calls for destruction rather than healing, he's also well versed in the art of summoning, and has been known to call upon demi-Bahamut when feeling truly desperate. Hobbies: Cooking, reading and singing. Also likes to mend stuff (patch holes, fix broken furniture) and read stories to kids (usually his sisters')

∙ Traits ∙

Most Positive Trait: Seemingly endless positivity. For someone who's job is to kill gods and see people get hurt on daily basis he's somehow still sure Things Will Be Better, and that deep down everyone has the potential to change for the better. Most Negative Trait: Separation anxiety. From some deepest parts of his soul comes a crippling fear of being left alone. At it's worst, he'll go into full blown panic attack in fifteen or so minutes after losing sight of others. At it's best (mostly after EW) he'll survive with only Carby as his company for almost half a day.

∙ Likes ∙

Colors: Purples, turquoise, most pastels and bright colors Smells: Freshly baked things, forest, lilies, apples baked with cinnamon Textures: Running fingers through silky hair. Wood, fur and silk. Rocks smoothed over by water. Drinks: Tea (any), milk, blackcurrant juice, mulled wine

∙ Other details ∙

Smokes: Nope Drinks: Only in company Drugs: Nuh-uh Mount Issuance: Koivu, his beloved lavender chocobo companion. Disinterested in almost everything, but happily follows any command given by his owner in exchange of some tasty treats. Been Arrested: Surprisingly, only once - in Ishgard, on suspicion of heresy along with Alphi and Tataru. (Drae took the msq spot of fighting for Tataru's freedom)

Seen this tag game around a lot lately, and I wanted in on the fun despite not being tagged. Took a lot longer to fill than I thought, so we'll see if I have the energy to fill this for other ocs too.

If you want to do it too, go for it! ♪(´▽｀) It takes a while, but is very fun to fill~

#yeah fun fact hawu'li does not have any nicknames purely because i can't think of any #his name is long enough for it to be a pain to fully write every time....#but i don't like the idea of calling him hawu since that's his mother's name so it is what it is /shrug #“roommates” since their house is basically a 3 story mansion #i'm not sure who actually owns it since it was a gift from elder seedseer after becoming heroes. maybe co-ownership?#right now it's basically drae and nana's house since hawu'li is off doing wol stuff #positive and negative traits were hard picks haha #debated between postivity/love and naivety/anxiety for a long time #he's full of love towards pretty much the entire world #but also very gullible and easily hurt because he assumes everyone is nice and loving #also: his separation anxiety is like. half eleos' fault #poor man had such regrets upon dying alone that his shards feel the same panic #hey wanna hear something really horrible?#that means ardbert had that fear too #and that he had to exist all alone for like 100 years :)#purple catboy #idk what to call his little eye tattoos lol #flowers? drops? orbs??

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notyoongisideblog · 1 year

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So Rises the Moon

Read on Ao3 Here

Pairing: Jungkook/Everyone (OT7 - Poly)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Fantasy, Slooooooooooooooowburn ( I seriously mean slow)

Word Count: 28k

Chapters: 5/?

Warnings: Drug Addiction, Alcohol Dependence, Blood, Gore, Murder, Minor Character Death, Unhealthy Relationships (past), Suicidal Thoughts

Summary: Jeon Jungkook hadn't made a lot of good decisions in the past year or so. He would like to chalk this up to being in his early twenties - to dropping out of school and having a general string of bad luck.

But nothing had been quite as stupid as taking an early morning jog - still drunk - and ending up entwined with a world he would have much preferred to have never known about.

Or, Jungkook's life is a mess - getting turned into a vampire doesn't fix that. Featuring: a very powerful and very concerned Bangtan coven.

Note: I’m going to post chapter one to be accessible here, if you want me to post the rest here let me know ( the other four chapters are currently available on Ao3 at the link at the top of this post), and I'll make some separate posts in the usual fashion!

Jungkook felt horrible. He tried to lift his head off of the cold and slightly damp surface it was resting on but let it fall back once as the muscles in his neck strained.

What had he done last night? Where was he?

He didn’t want to open his eyes in fear of whatever migraine awaited him after going to Mingyu’s party. But he knew he would eventually have to. He took stock of the state of his body. He was sore. Exceptionally so. His shirt was wet and distantly, he could hear the sounds of… a forest? He mentally prepared himself for blinding pain and forced his eyes open. A very familiar sight greeted him.

He was laid out right along the running trail. Some of the tension in his shoulders eased. He had often found himself in this forest before the sun rose, running along the pre-marked out trail. It was one of his favorite places to run in Busan. But he hadn’t gone running in quite a while now. Hadn’t had any motivation to exercise much outside of the boxing gym in the past 8 months - and even the boxing gym had pushed him out eventually.

But that didn’t explain how he got here - or what he was doing sleeping by the trail. He ignored the burning sensation in his muscles and used one of the nearby trees to haul himself up and onto his own two feet. The last thing he could remember was leaving a party. He wasn’t even sure how he had gotten invited. He had promised someone that he wouldn’t drive his motorcycle drunk so he had - maybe foolishly - decided to walk home. He pinched his eyes shut, trying to remember if he had ever actually made it home. Vague echoes of dropping his phone in the shower sloshed around in his mind.

So he had made it home.

He looked down at his clothing only to find that he was no longer in the white button-down he had splashed with fake blood to make a budget-friendly vampire costume. The snap-on fangs were also notably missing from his mouth. Instead, he was dressed in his running clothes.

Had he woken up to go running? With a hangover? Why did his stomach hurt so badly?

The shaking of his hands wasn’t anything new - those tremors seemed to always come after a night of drinking now. But they morphed into full-body quivers too quickly. Maybe he was getting worse. Maybe he was being stupid.

But he could remember the walk home - could remember distinctly eyeing each pair of headlights that passed him. He had toyed with the idea of stepping in front of one for a moment or two.

But he hadn’t done it.

No, that would have been too brave for Jungkook. He was killing himself slowly instead. His old roommate had spat that line at him 3 months ago - Jungkook was beginning to agree with him.

He ran a hand down his face, shaking his head as he tried to clear away the strange brain fog attempting to overcome him. Alarm surged through him. Had he been mugged?

In a panic, he patted his pockets. He found his wallet still tucked into his running shorts - but couldn’t feel the familiar weight and bulk of his phone. He dropped back down to the forest floor and searched with his hands along the root-addled ground.

When his search came up empty he only let out a long groan. He really couldn’t afford a new phone. He had been working as many hours as he could have possibly picked up - but tourism season was over in Busan and the bar he worked at, Voltaire, only brought in so much income - certainly not enough to cover the amount he drank at work and the amount he would take home - and definitely not enough to cover his rent and tuition.

Clearly, he wasn’t doing well. The only explanation he could have for his current state of affairs was that he had drunk too much the night before, woke up in the morning for a run - likely still drunk - only to pass out in the forest. Now he was covered in what felt like some slimy and sickly variation of sweat and probably had his shift at the bar coming up. He couldn’t afford to miss this shift. It was Halloween by this point, and while the holiday fell on a Sunday this year, he was certain the bar would still be packed.

He would just have to show up to his shift without his phone and covered in sweat. He would try and wash up in the cramped bathroom beforehand of course - he had done it before. But realistically he might not have time. He looked up at the moon - summoning up some mostly forgotten knowledge about the moon’s placement in the sky relative to the time. It couldn’t be much past 7:00 pm. He still had two hours to get to work.

He started the slow trek back to the city, his eyes trained on his feet as he tried not to trip over anything in the dark. He was certain he was already covered in mud, he didn’t need to add insult to injury.

He was so hungry.

His stomach churned as he thought of grabbing ramyun from a convenience store before clocking in. He shrugged his shoulders and changed his course.

It didn’t take long for him to get there, and even less time for him to begin devouring the food. But somewhere along the way, the food began to taste rotten. He looked away from the noodles only to find someone sitting across the table from him and talking.

Had he been carrying on a conversation without noticing? Did he know this guy?

Jungkook would have remembered meeting him. His appearance was… striking. His silver hair alone stood out but his features seemed almost angelic if it weren’t for the slightly upturned lips and haughty look. The golden contacts were slightly off-putting but it was Halloween after all.

“Are you alright?” The man’s plump lips parted to speak and Jungkook found himself unable to meet his eyes, instead focusing on the bulging vein in the man’s neck. Man, he needed to get out more- this was getting ridiculous. Never before had he fantasized about a neck vein.

“What?”

The angelic man looked confused for a moment - seeming to fixate on Jungkook’s mouth for a moment too long.

“You seem confused - are you okay?”

“What are you dressed up as?” His words felt slurred coming out of his mouth. Jungkook tried to remember the man sitting down or even introducing himself but came up blank.

“You said you were really thirsty - I recommended a few places you could find what you were looking for.” The man’s eyes quickly flashed to the cashier and Jungkook’s confusion only grew.

He was really thirsty. The man mentioning it only made the sensation stronger. He pushed the ramyun away from him and walked outside - only registering the man’s alarm at being walked away from so suddenly after he had gotten back onto the street.

Something was off. Something was really wrong. How had he ended up outside of this club? When had it gotten so late? His face felt wet, he pulled the ends of his sleeves over his hands and wiped at his cheeks and chin. Why was he so sweaty? He looked down at his sleeves and only found the black fabric stained a touch darker.

Had he taken something at the party? That was all he could think of to explain his lapse in memory. Things weren’t making sense and he couldn’t get his brain to concentrate on anything but how thirsty he was. His stomach churned as the taste of the ramyun came creeping back up his throat. His hands met the wall of the building as he doubled over, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the street.

He knew he hadn’t bought the spicy red sauce ramyun - so why was his vomit so red? He looked away from it - fearing another wave of nausea as he held himself back upright. He must be sick. He must have taken something he shouldn’t have. His hands went to his pocket to google what he could have taken to feel this sick but - what was he looking for again?

There was the man he had been speaking to at the convenience store standing in front of the same club, talking idly to someone dressed up as a cowboy. The urge to go inside and away from the pair who turned their heads towards him before their eyes tugged at him.

He shook his head and felt his damp hair sticking to his forehead.

He was thirsty. He was cold.

He pushed into the club - making his way towards the bar. He just needed water. Everyone was having fun in their costumes - and he paid only some attention to the people he had to nudge past. A few people tried to pull him into dancing - someone else complimented his costume.

What costume? Sweaty jogger? He scoffed.

He made it to the bar and waved down the bartender. He might have normally felt guilty for the rude gesture but he was so thirsty.

“Water! Water please!” His voice cracked from disuse as he tried to yell over the music.

The bartender nodded and grabbed a glass from under the bar. She quickly filled it about three-fourths of the way with water before sliding the glass towards him and moving on to paying customers. Jungkook couldn’t blame her - he had likely done the same at some point. He grabbed the glass with both hands - not trusting himself with just one.

He was in the bathroom. He was rushing towards the toilet and throwing up the contents of his stomach. Why was it red? Why did that ring a bell in his mind?

He felt like he was moving through something thick like jello. He could hear the music in the club still but it seemed deafened somehow.

He was so thirsty.

He struggled to get back up onto two feet again, flushing the toilet as he moved into the bathroom. He pushed past the people standing in line for the toilet and wiped a hand across his mouth. He felt disgusting.

His eyes scanned the room. He found the direction of the bar and tried to orient himself. Everything felt like it was spinning. His eyes doubled back to meet a pair of yellow eyes. Why did those seem important?

He was so dizzy.

What time was it? He reached for his phone only to find it wasn’t in his pocket. When had he lost that?

He shook his head again. He knew he was forgetting something. Something important. He tucked a few stray hairs behind his ears and made his way back to the bar.

“Water please!”

“Look kid - it’s a busy night if you’re going to keep asking me for water just take the jug.” The bartender quickly shoved a pitcher of water at him and a glass.

Jungkook wondered why she was so angry. He had only asked for water.

Why was he so confused?

He took a deep breath and drank more water.

His tongue was in someone’s mouth. How much did he drink? Was he blacking out?

He didn’t stop his motions - worried about letting the other person know how drunk he was. He peeked one eye open - they were in a club, his back was against the wall as the man in front of him leaned his hips closer and closer to Jungkook’s.

His mouth felt so dry.

He resisted the urge to swallow and pushed his hips forward as the man’s hands began to ride up his shirt. He was handsome in a classic way, his hair pushed back and styled like a Hollywood movie icon. Jungkook couldn’t place who he might be dressed up as.

Dressed up as?

Oh, it was Halloween. He knew that. He had thought that before hadn’t he?

The man moved his lips towards his neck and Jungkook winced. He felt bruised. He took the momentary pause to switch their positions. He felt some clarity move through his mind, like a cool towel after a run.

He wanted this man. He really really wanted him.

His mouth found the man’s jaw and he kissed along it as he brought a hand towards his neck to hold him in place. He was squirming underneath Jungkook and he felt something deep within him fight the urge to hold him still - to ensure he stopped moving.

His teeth clattered against each other as something closer to adrenaline than withdrawal ran through him. He paid it no mind - moving to nose along the man’s hairline. His skin tasted sweet despite the salty sweat that ran down it. He smiled and felt as if something was bubbling up inside of him. Something hot and comforting.

He didn’t know when it had happened - but when he came to again, his teeth were sunk into the man’s neck. A sick and twisting euphoria ran through him as he pulled the man’s head back by his hair - taking in the sweet and thick blood mouthfuls at a time. It filled his mouth and eased the ache in his gums - the empty feeling in his stomach eased if only a little as the liquid began to dribble down his chin and onto his own chest.

The moment of reprieve from his pain only lasted a moment. He blinked and he was being dragged outside by his collar, his feet struggling to gain purchase as whatever had him by the scruff of his hair only continued forward. It had begun to rain.

His heels tried to dig in to stop the movement but they only slipped in the quickly forming mud. His movements felt weighed down by something heavy. He wanted to lie down - he wanted to stop moving. He felt sick.

He didn’t have time to stop the force dragging him before his head whipped to the side, vomit leaving his body with the burn of his stomach acid. It burned coming up his throat and it burned as some of it leaked out of his nose painfully. He moaned as he was promptly dropped onto the ground. He tried to get his limbs underneath him but only continued emptying the contents of his stomach.

A face swam into his vision - yellow eyes. He knew those eyes, didn’t he?

“What the fuck were you doing feeding on an unapproved human in Kim lands?”

Jungkook didn’t want to piece together why he couldn’t understand what the man was saying, only continued hanging his head low, waiting for the next contraction of his stomach to bring up whatever he had drunk to get so sick. When it didn’t come he tried to get to his feet - his hands and arms shaking in protest as he pushed himself up from the muddy floor.

He wanted to go back to this apartment. He wanted to go home. He looked up - trying to orient himself. He would just walk. He had to walk. He couldn’t afford a taxi.

“I asked you a question.”

His eyes moved back down to the golden-eyed man before him. He was shorter than he had seemed when Jungkook was looking at him from the floor. How had such a small man dragged him into the forest? But he looked angry at Jungkook. He couldn’t fathom why.

“What coven are you from?” He stepped closer to Jungkook, a surprisingly firm hand circling around his upper arm, keeping him rooted to the spot and pausing the swaying movement Jungkook hadn’t even noticed.

“Pardon?” He pulled away from the man - feeling the adrenaline heat up his limbs.

“I asked you what coven you’re from. Who in their right mind would allow a fledgling out on a night like this?” The angelic man’s features were contorted into something unreadable. Disgust maybe?

Jungkook thought he had no right to be angry. This man had put his hands on Jungkook - had manhandled him into leaving a club he didn’t necessarily want to leave and had dragged him back into the forest through the mud and away from the only thing - the only person he had wanted to sleep with in a few months.

His eyes looked frantically back towards the lights - some animalistic and unstoppable part of him trying to track down the man he had been so unceremoniously pulled off of.

The man in front of him grabbed his jaw, nearly snapping his neck with the force.

Something in his posture and gaze dampened the heat in his chest and the frantic pace of his breath.

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-two.” The answer left his lips without him allowing it to. When was the confusion going to stop? Why was he even out again?

His eyes widened - his shift.

He pulled back from the man in front of him, eyes wide as he looked in the direction of the street - “My job - I’m going to miss my shift.”

The grip on his jaw only tightened as he was forced to meet the gaze of the silver-haired man before him. His contacts seemed to glow for a moment.

“Stop being coy - how old are you and what coven are you from?”

Jungkook blinked. The man in front of him was clearly on the verge of some mental break - or possibly way too into role-playing.

“Listen, I don’t have time for this - really I’m going to be late for m-” His eyes landed on that same thick vein pulsing on the man’s neck. He swallowed as heat bloomed in his stomach.

His mouth burned.

He opened his jaw to relieve some of the sensation.

Jungkook was on the forest floor again. He couldn’t really register why he was looking up at the bits of sky peeking at him from between the trees until a face hovered into his view - another man with gold contacts. The cowboy. He remembered the cowboy.

He also remembered to breathe. But his relief was short-lived - the cowboy’s knee was digging into his chest. He struggled against the weight - trying to gasp in air but the eyes just kept their watch on him. Distantly he could hear the angel man asking questions “Why is he doing that?” and “Is he sick?” were among the only ones that made their way into his oxygen-deprived brain.

“Why are you fighting me?” The cowboy finally spoke - his voice was surprisingly low and sounded like he wasn’t putting an ounce of physical effort into keeping Jungkook glued to the mud underneath him.

Jungkook would also like to know the answer to that question. Hadn’t he wished - even a little bit that a car would have hit him on his way home? Was this not an answer to his weak but disappointingly genuine prayer?

He stopped moving. If he was going to get murdered by weird theater kids in the forest he wasn’t going to spend his last moments straining against someone he realistically should have easily overpowered.

At the very least he would stop feeling so overwhelmingly needy. For something that he was now acknowledging wasn’t thirst. It felt more frantic - it felt like withdrawal. His gaze moved back to the unblinking stars above him. He had thought he was doing better. He thought he was easing off the drinking, the drugs, and the partying.

“What coven are you from?”

“Please let me die in peace.” It came out as a groan as he closed his eyes. The pressure on his chest and neck lifted - the additional pair of hands continued to hold down his arms but Jungkook allowed that.

“What?”

“You’re going to kill me right?”

“What? Kill you?” the cowboy’s face hovered over his own and Jungkook cursed the part of his brain that informed him how cute the man before him looked when he was confused. A small pout turned downwards. His eyes traveled down to his exposed neck.

“Yeah, you and your friend here. Dragging me into a forest? Attacking me?”

“You attacked him first.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened - another bar fight?

“Ah, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have been drinking so much.” An arm moved instinctually to grab a piece of hair behind his head but was held back by the pair of arms still holding him down.

He had said this sentence too many times in the last few months. He was really tired of fucking up.

He was probably going to lose his job on top of it all. He could imagine the look of annoyance on any of his coworker’s faces as they realized they were being called in to cover another one of his shifts. The owner could only vouch for him so many times - his sympathy for Jungkook had to meet a logical end.

The silver-haired man sighed, running a hand down his face as he moved to place his weight back onto his heels and off of Jungkook.

Something in Jungkook felt cold at the loss of pressure.

“What’s your name?” His voice softened a touch - as if speaking to a child.

“Jungkook.”

“Coven name?”

Jungkook resisted the urge to roll his eyes and found it somewhere in his brain fog to connect this to his last name.

“Jeon.”

The silver-haired man only stared through him as if trying to remember something. Jungkook looked over to the other man, the one with the brown puppy-like curls, and opened his mouth without thinking.

“What’s your name?”

The curly-haired man smirked and a small but realistic-looking fang peeked out from behind his lip. “Kim Taehyung.”

He looked like he was waiting for something.

Jungkook’s eyes widened as he moved to shake the man’s hand - the compulsory it’s nice to meet you dying on his tongue as he remembered where he was.

His hands were still pinned down by some potentially murderous theater kids in vampire costumes.

How did he get here again?

He closed his eyes - trying to remember, the thirst building up as his mind ran through question after question quicker than he could find the answers.

“I’m Jimin.” He opened his eyes again. the silver-haired vampire enthusiast looked down at him - continuing on and not waiting for a response like Taehyung had. “The issue isn’t you drinking - it’s how you went about it. I can’t believe you come from a coven who wouldn’t teach you this.” Disappointment screwed up the angelic face that Jungkook kept struggling to place. Why did he look familiar again?

“I’m sorry - have we met?”

The angel - Jimin only continued talking over him. Jungkook tried to grab the words but they kept slipping away from him. He was tired. He was so thirsty.

He felt distracted by every movement of Jimin’s neck - the muscles moving smoothly underneath the skin - the vein laid gently atop his jugular.

He shook his head.

Those weren’t normal thoughts. Those were drunk thoughts.

“You killed three people in public - unapproved people. I’ve spent the last three hours cleaning up a-”

His head cleared just enough to catch the sentence.

“I didn’t kill anyone. You must have me confused with someone else.” Jungkook wanted to kiss the ground underneath him. They didn’t want to kill him - they had him confused with a murderer.

“Yeah you definitely did - there’s probably still skin under your nails. Look at your shirt.”

He looked down - his arms suddenly free of the weight that had been holding them in place. There was something distinctly fleshy and red under his nails. The dampness on his shirt began to itch as if he had just begun to notice it - or it had just begun drying. The thick smell of iron ran through his nostrils and whatever had begun to calm inside of him reared its ugly head back.

Had he attacked someone?

Had he blacked out and honest to god attacked someone? Three someones? The adrenaline pumping through him didn’t seem to know where to go, only serving to make him shake harder than he already had been.

“Hey - hey look at me. How old are you?” Jimin grabbed his jaw, angling it towards him again.

Jungkook wanted to cry “I told him.” He angled his chin towards the silver-haired man sitting just to the right of him “I’m twenty-two.”

The two shared a look between themselves, communicating something that Jungkook didn’t put much effort into deciphering. A series of scenarios ran through his head. He would be arrested - he would be put in jail and they would tell his grandmother what he had done. He would run away - flee the country - wait he hadn’t renewed his passport. Plus, he definitely deserved to go to jail.

“Do you think you’re human?”

“Yes, fuck - please stop messing with me. Please stop messing with my head. Did I hurt someone?”

Jimin and Taehyung shared a look that Jungkook didn’t understand. They looked scared.

“Fuck.”

#jungkook/everyone #Jungkook Centric OT7 fic #BTS OT7 Poly Fic #BTS Vampire AU

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soullikethesea · 1 year

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Watch out, I'm going to whine for a bit.

Woke up with a really bad headache that made it impossible to do much. I tried going for a walk and ended up sitting on a bench for a while, plotting how I would make it back home. And also noticing that I was feeling really close to crying.

I just slept for a bit and that has cleared it up. Probably I'm just really tired?? Also hungry.

I cancelled therapy (which would have been today) and I think it's good, because I wouldn't have been able to make it with the headache. But also it brings out an attachment cry and chaos inside, mostly because it throws off my routine.

Some of the cry-y feelings were about the stuff with my friend(s). He said that he was hurt when I expressed my feelings about Bf and about the poly friend. I hadn't noticed that I had basically brought up similar situations in both cases. With the poly friend, I felt in danger when she said she only wanted to be comforted by me when she had been sexually assaulted. With Bf, I expressed that I now notice the red flag of him saying over and over that I'm the only person who would understand. The friend I was on a trip with said it hurt his feelings because he has felt similarly, like I was the only person who could really understand or comfort him. And then this morning yet another friend texted me that his dog had died unexpectedly and it reminded me of those things a little bit. I'm all for people reaching out to me and I appreciate being able to help, but I guess it feels like too much pressure when they consider me to be the *only* one they want.

Ironically, it once again seems to lead to feelings of shame for me. I know how to interact with people, but I worry that eventually everyone will notice that I function based on scripts. It makes me feel alien, or like a robot. Perhaps not true to myself, but who even am I, or would I be, without scripts?

I know that one pupil commented that I seem to give the same explanations in the same sentences. Unfortunately that is part of the same thing. It scares me and highlights feeling inadequate and like I'm not a 'good real person'.

Yesterday I worked my second job again and I think it went slightly better because my colleague pushed me into the deep end a few times. That gave me a chance to swim. I also identified for myself that I think 80% of my fear/shame in that situation is grounded in the past, and only 20% is about that actual situation. I'm terrified of making the wrong moves and then being confronted for it. In my main job I kind of feel the same way currently.

I think Mouse may have fronted for a bit, because I was clutching their little comfort cloth and whimpering for a while.

It kind of feels like the walls are closing in, because the challenges keep coming and I'm having a hard time being able to take breaks and rest. Therapy often feels like work to me too, where it's a place to perform and it takes so much of me to open up and attempt to regulate.

The stuff with other people makes me feel a bit hopeless. That may be coming from Mae. I'm trying not to think about it too much.

I might take a med to have a chance at properly calming down.

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jrueships · 2 years

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hi, what do you think of mj x scottie pippen, release ?

I LOVE mj x scottie, i love the old bulls in general, just like personality wise and how they worked. I love writing them cus of it, but only if they're just chillin or something. i don't need to worry about dates and timeliness n too many perceptions, so i don't really talk abt em that much, but i DO enjoy. That ship is rlly cute and needs more content, my onion!!! I also love them as an ot3 with rodman! Obviously tho i gotta love the bulls SPECIALLY the big 3 cus, Chicago, BUT EVEN IF YOU NOT FROM THERE.. you've heard of them! they were big just in GENERAL! might not have been the originators of all, but they were big enough to highlight the way..

LIKE FOR GIRLBOSSIN N MALEWIFIN ❗️❗️

everyone wonderin why russ is doing so badly on the lakers vs when he was on the wizards don't understand the importance of Girlboss and Malewife.. they never will.. PG and BEAL did! They WERE the malewives to Russell's Girlboss and life was GOOD! unless another girlboss outgirlbosses your girlboss (dame😐.), LUCKILY... that wasn't a problem scottie had to worry about n ESPECIALLY mj. He made that CLEAR! You wanna be Like Mike? GIRLBOSS!!!!! mj is such a scumbag, i enjoy him in a carnal sense. He's also aware he's a scumbag though, which always makes scottie's random beefs with him so funny because Michael just never gives a shit. He DOES give a shit about scottie though, just not about the part of him being a dick. He knows that already. N if he didn't... that'll be concerning

SO LIKE this is im typin this outside n there's just a bigass fly lookin at me.. i think it's h*mophobic.. anyways tho they show so many good scottie michael moments on the last dance.. MWAH ! But ANYWAYSANYWAYS heres the one out of the MANY times of Michael pickin on burrell.. he's tellin him not to be dogfood as per usual or whatever n burrell is looking at scot all baffled. Like 'is this SERIOUSLY how he shows love??? If so, that's worrying!! You should know, he actually LIKES you!' N scotties trying to sympathize with him like 'it is, but only if you're 'friends' with him. He likes to bully friends because he was never socialized properly as a child and the only way he knows how to entertain himself is being evil. Not with ME though, or RODMAN. He respects us as actual people because we're gay. Don't worry about it' <- the actual dialogue from the encounter, trust me, i got a personal signed copy of the REAL last dance on DVD that i watch in my car (do NOT ask for evidence dude just trust me)

Scott (bald) is reasonably confused, maybe a little fearful. Maybe he wants to be in the ot3 as well but mj won't let him because there can only be one milkdud head in the poly? He just doesn't know mj's ways, only Pippen does! Only pippen understands!! (Rodman does too but he doesn't actively use that to talk to mj unless he messes up on something. He's kind of like the wild cat you see outside that won't go in your house, won't let you touch it, n is always up to something. If it gets hurt though, it'll show up on your porch first though) BUT ANYWAYS bald Scott will never be able to understand because MJ won't let him! MJ will only let pippen get him, as much as he denies the fact! AND PIPPEN, who gets him, sees that bald scott is being a stinker by VISIBLY plugging his ears trying to get mj even more upset at him LMAO. He's trying to be playful with him n he can be as playful as he wants! Mj's still gonna be as mean as HE wants! Cus they ain't on like that! Never will be, sorry! Spots been reserved <3

scottie, who KNOWS how mj is, moves his chair up to block bald scot's antics from mj's vision cus he knows that'll just make him madder. I love scottie i love mj i love rodman, they've got such distinct personalities but all gel nonetheless. scottie having so many siblings so he's so supportive n protective n caring n a great listener! He can be very easy in the background n just want things to go well for everything n everyone.. unless he gets done dirty n he processes later that he's been done dirty n reacts wrongly at the too late time. He walked as a mentally ill libra so kd could run!!!

Mj is also, of course, insane. You know the unspoken best friend jokes vs just friend jokes? Where you're meaner to your bestie cus they know it's a joke that hits funnily no matter how harsh it sounds? But with friends you keep it light cus you don't wanna seem too mean to em n scare em off? He uses that methodology but flipped. HE STILL TEASES scottie but.. you can see how much he has a soft spot for the guy 😊😊 and how scottie has a soft spot for mj <3 they get each other!!! EVEN THO scottie has inferiority complexes and mjs an asshole who wants to be known as asshole. They got along when no one thinks they would! They get along when no one thinks they DO!! They themselves don't even know how! Mj the asshole who is only ACTUALLY nice to scottie, and not fake nice during a golf game so he can destroy you with your guard down, being asked what's wrong with scottie rn, what's he talking about, what does mj think about his book, everyone hating scottie because of his out of anger actions, and mj not 'taking it personally' and destroying him..... just being like 'yeah I understand lol whatever' ... scottie having teammates complain to him about mj's tyrannical reign, being asked what's wrong with him, how is mj even human, and scottie just shrugging and saying it's nothing with a smile...

They understand each other on vvvv THIS kind of level

and i LOVE it!!!! IT IS SO FUNNY TO ME. Rodman also fits into that with the same views. Always being asked his relationship with them, how they view him, him not giving a shit. They got along!!! The old bulls are a favorite because they are literally Guy who needs therapy x Guy who needs therapy x Guy who needs therapy. They're all fucked up insane and they don't care. I love that for them because they love that for each OTHER‼️‼️

Everyone wants their girlboss and malewife understanding, none can have it unless they are truly FIT for THE TITLE!!! Six rings were won because of 3 gay people. I love these photos lmao scottie always looks so chill, just chillin, and mj is looking terrifying as always your majesty, but is also always making contact with pippen somehow. No matter what. Menacing expressionless ruler of an unstoppable army/crime organization and his elegant, calm second hand !! That he actually values very much and would consider his best friend! The first words in his ear! His babygirl, even!

Tw old people lol BUT YES they ARE insane they ARE in love and they DO kiss! How? We don't know. They don't know. They just Do

... also bonus ot3 content because they are also poly

Pippen not wanting dennis on the team originally because he's insane and jordan wanting him on the team because he's insane. Then pippen eventually realizing he likes dennis on the team BECAUSE he is insane. That's their whole relationship. Mj scottie and rodman. Terrorizing the courts AND the therapists!

They are unhinged, they are dysfunctional, they are in love <3

#i rest my case!!!!#heres jus some of my fav other mj scottie girlboss malewife moments tho #mj pulling scottie away from being mobbed for an interview with a bunch of reporters on their tails #so romantic <3 #mj saying scot doesnt have time to talk and scot turning around to talk anyways #hes too polite!!#n mj just pulling him out of there then calling for the rest of the pack LMAO #but he knows reporters ! he has to hes MJ! they were probably gonna be on some bogus questions #scottie didnt need to waste his time on!!#if anyone else except rodman tried what scottie tried on mj (talkin to the reporters when he said not to) he wouldve cussed their asses out #ON camera n smacked em upside the head!!#not scottie tho 😊 scottie just gets a tug. a mighty tug but a tug! he treats HIM nice!#for mj standards...which are low but hes TRYING #theres also when scottie was being interviewed on his injury in a med room i think #n mj is just. There. watching him get worked on drinking a cola n commenting on the interview #pointing out stupid questions so pippen doesnt have to entertain them.. watching how the trainer treats him #i liked that one a lot cus it showed how he could make bald look beautiful via charisma confidence n his care of others (scottie)#also his country was rlly showin out in his accent that time. i need to find the video on utube cus it was my fav vid #mjs girlbossness! scotties malewifeness! rodmans!! ...rodmanness!#the big bulls brought so much to the stage n WON while doing it #their ot3 winning a ring walked so jrue giannis middleton could run!#their alpha beta omega swag influenced jimmys abo enjoyment‼️#their switch4switch4switch swag!!!!!!#i will always note their INSANE greatness and by insane i mean actually. unwell tho.#ted asks #big bulls #ted drabbles #rodman #pippen #mj

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I doubt im getting back to normality” any time soon. Oh, Sightly loathing. You are a something to see. It’s being built up again. I suspect another crisis. Im losing count. The jupiter in aqua is an awefull piece of shit as my brother would say. On the positive side of abuse and harrasment. And placement. And despair. Hig ols steliem of demons. Is what the centaurs are. Playing this horrorscope to a T. Destruction. And glee. Glee? Yeah glee. Its the most consistent thing inknow from others. Its just there. And yet not one person. Noy one person had come forward other than yo gleem a peice of info. Like y’all fo here. Looking for something? I got plenty.

Anyway. I was thinking. a or the other way of writting it. And, o, e, c. Probably a dead end. Maybe not. Blind fool. O fool, the E fool and the high priestess. There it is again. And something new. We got two pillars. An innocemt fool amd a “guilty fool. And the Oo death card. Whichbis neat being a card that uses the letters on the card to speak it own play. Its a passage of time. And a glimpse of the future amd the fear ewith death on thr consequences if it isnt speaking something else also. The distant and the present.

The more convinced i become that this card is wuite magical indeed. And a right slection. Whoch was waiting to be plugged in. Wasn’t my choice. Just the body. The things that come to when one is in solitary.

The marseille fool. The current E-fool. Is a negative figure. I preffer the negative figure. It just nakes more sense. Symbolically. I mean you can try and bend the rules all yah want. So that it fixed as a projection. Cant use waites fool. For that. The blind fool is best. Spwaks the same message and then some. Without all the fancy excesorries. They played the marseeille fool on me. Didn’t really fit cause their wrong but. They dont listen

Know what. Im gonna talk openly about my love for jesus. To everyone around me. Would you kiss jesus with the mouth?! Jesus. Come, here. This guy wants a kiss. Yeah thats what inthought shut the fuck yp. The current list of demons” are called pests. Pestilence. Bzz bzz. Go be by myself. They make sure they fallowed me around and rub in how much they enjoy being cunts.

Well lets put the crusofix back on. Since that is my life. And watch all these cunts give me a hard time. Hey look the weather report id wrong. Its usually spot on to thr minute. But not today its raining out. Not cloudy.

Just because i believe in god doesnt mean i have to be polite about. Hlaf the world is busy sucking eachother off, createing single peramt families and being cunts anyway.

The term cocksukr is poli numerous or however its called. If its been seperated into its original

Teo words. Its literally all in the eye of the beholder. People eat cocks all the time. And to be called a sucker. Means what? Point made.

Oh shit! Its a dove. Good. Doves are good. God agrees with me. The problem

With eating a bird. Requires destruction of natural resources.

Alright. Do an std screening and if thats negative get a rectal cancer screening. If i have to wear a diaper for the rest of my life. Im backing out.

Moral of my life. Dont be an incompetant retard and have children.

n dit turns out god was right when the crows warnes mw agaisnt nate on the day he said we would be working together. He’s just another fucktard that wnjoys fucken with people. Though its weird how he mostly just specificcalt warned me about him. Pudgy batman and the neurotic troll too. To anlesser degree and the others.. not muchnof anything. Odd. Probably because the others dont try and hide it.

After this grouo of people messing with me i womder who the next group will be.

Place after place year after year. Since childhood. Born in hell.

Anyway god. Thanks for looking out for me. In this world full of narcissists. Taken joy in ruining my life. But i dont need it. You’re wasting your time. All life is is other people hurting me. Its all its ever been. Father’s a narsicist. He always showed me elation when talking about having the upoer handover someone. The smiles he used to gove me instead of giving me guidance. Like you used to say about Tony’s father. “I used to use as a punchign bag” said it multiple times when a smile on his face. All life is is this. After 30 years. Of constant upgeaval. I dont want to be alive anymore. Sont waste your time on me. Im not surviving much longer.

Inwish i was a narsicist peice of shit too. Maybe id have a life and be a degwbweate fucktard to the rest of humanity toi and have a sens eof acconomishment. Like lak these others. Ive been beaten since i was 13. Dead since i was 13. They’re never going to stop. I dint know what life is not being fucked with. Its always been this way. An dinknow that theyre never going to stop. They take oleasure in it. Over 30 years mu entire life is other people hirting me. So i doesnt matter what i do. Im stuck her essrroinded by criminal assholes. How have been taling my existance since birth. So just go away. And stop trying to help me. I need them gone. Or your efforts are useless they laugh and mock you god. Leave me be. And let me die. I dont want yiur help anymore. Im not allowed to be myself. Surrounded by all these fucken cocksukrs.

I thought about going to go see for soem help for my psychosocial issues. But then i realized that these faucktards have been engeneering me to be this way. Somits pointless cause its not really me. Its them. I wish there was a lesson for me to learn in allnof this. But theres not.after this many years. Theres notheing to learn. Thats isn’t isnt actually the real world. Its a torutee chamber i was born in. And have been a target in sinve birth. Theres nothign to take away from it.

I have a life sentence of being fucked woth foe other reason then being born. Im hoing to start leaving my door unlocked so, y’all can vome in freely and drug up my food again. And do whatever sicknand twisted y’all want to do to me. 39 and i still dont know what havign a sense of securoty feels like. Womder what it feels like being libed and having someone hows got your back. I womder what it feels like not havign an environemnt animinical to uour well being. I wimder what it feels like being a narcissi t peice of shot. Womder whatn it feels like feelig. Rightious while destroying and slowly killing soemones life. Wonder what it feels like havign responsibility for someone else life. Womder what it feels like beign there and supporting someone you know isn’t fucking with uou. Winder ehat life would be like not being raised by enemies. Wo

We what its like not being an object of ridicule. Womder what its like havign i sider i formation on my own life. The world had been plotting agaisnt me sonce i was a child. I wish there was soemthign to learn in life. But, theees not. Ive already learnt wverything 30 years ago. I have a teachers personality. And everyone treats me like im a in now at all bettwr than thou charecter. Its easier to lear. While you teach. To bad being a study means you never learn anything. Eomder what its like not being serroundd by criminals. Havign people, shoving dick and drugs in your face everyday. Been that way since choldhood. Its never going to change.

Hey its my birthday tomorow. Wonder what sick twosted bs their going to gove me. My retarded invred family will

Probably send me money. Ugh. More cash to donate to charity supposed.

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write an Elliot imagine based off this song? (Renegades- Aaryan Shah) if not then it’s totally fine! I love your work btw! Much love ❤️

Thank you so much ♡ This is my first time writing a song fic! It definitely went in a different direction than I had originally planned but I hope you still enjoy it!

warnings: smut, cheating, drug use, face "slapping", oral (m receiving)

wc: 1069

My relationship with Elliot is like being trapped in a revolving door. I’m not even sure you could really call it that - relationship. Everytime he hit me up, it was the same thing; he either got a new stash or his girlfriend was mad at him for something again. And every time, I would fall for it. I would pull him into my room, lock the door, and do whatever drugs he brought with him that day. I always thought that Elliot and I would be much better together than he and his current fling were. They always fought and she tried to make him into something he wasn’t. He needed to be with someone that knew he did drugs, hated dressing up, and who was fine with just hanging out one on one. I was that person.

I would never tell him that to his face though. The fear of not having him in my life at all hurt more than having to watch him stare at his girlfriend with a loving gaze that I wish was aimed at me instead. So instead, I settle for the moments where it was just hanging out doing drugs and fucking around. Elliot had finished his second line before rolling up a joint while I just stared at the white substance he had left for me. Tonight was the night that I’d tell him how I really felt. Elliot nudged me with his elbow, bringing me out of my trance. “What’s going on in that head of yours? You know you can tell me anything, right? We’re best friends.” I gave him a tight smile, hiding how his words really made me feel. “Yeah, friends” I muttered before dipping down and inhaling the powder. Tilting my head back, I sniffle and rub at my nose before turning back to look at the curly-headed boy. “ ‘m fine, don’t worry.”

Elliot just brushed it off and slipped the joint between his lips before lighting and inhaling, laying back on the bed and blowing out the smoke, the cloud leaving the room a bit hazy. After passing the joint back and forth between each other, we were left with a roach that I tossed into the dish on my bedside table. We sat in a comfortable silence before Elliot turned his head towards me, his brows furrowed in thought. “Hey, you think you’d ever be in a poly relationship?” Leaning up on my elbows, I get a better look at the boy. “Probably not, I’m a little too possessive… Would you?”

The boy was quiet for a while and I wondered if he had heard that last part. As I went to say something else, he spoke up. “Maybe. I’d probably be in an open relationship if anything. That way no one really gets hurt because everyone agrees to see other people.” Nodding my head at his answer, I layed back down on the bed. Maybe I might actually have a chance with him.

With my eyes closed, I felt Elliot’s presence closer than before, so I opened my eyes and saw him hovering over me. “What?” I asked, slightly worried that something was wrong since he’d been looking at me for a while and still hadn’t said anything. “Elliot, what the fuck-” I got cut off by him leaning down, pressing his slightly chapped lips on mine. I was stunned, I had waited for this moment since the day I met him and now that it was here, I was stuck. Elliot pulled away from me, ready to apologize but before he could, I pulled him back down by the collar of his shirt. He slipped his fingers underneath my sweater, pushing it over my head as my hands went down to his belt and undid his pants. Everything happened so fast and before I knew it, we were both naked and Elliot was sliding his hard member into my slick entrance. Once he bottomed out, he let out a deep groan in my ear. I dug my nails into his shoulder blades, his member making me feel extremely full. Elliot slowly pulled out until just the tip was inside, then slid back into me, doing that a few times before I told him to move faster.

Elliot’s head was tucked in my shoulder, his teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of my neck as my fingers tangled in his hair. “Fuck, Elliot, I love you.” The boy’s hips stuttered as he pulled his head back to look me in my eyes. “You know I have a girlfriend, Y/N…” Wrapping my legs around his waist, I licked a stripe up the column of his throat, “It’s okay, baby, she doesn’t have to know.” Elliot shuddered above me before he wrapped his slender fingers around my throat and began to thrust harder into me, his member leaving an imprint on my lower belly. “You wanna be my dirty little secret? Hmm? You get off on knowing that my dick is deep in your cunt while my girlfriend has no clue, don’t you?” My teeth sank into my bottom lip so hard to the point where I could taste the metallic tang of blood. I nodded, my eyes rolling back into my skull before I felt Elliot tapping my cheek. “Use your words or I pull out.” My eyes opened in a panic, already so close to reaching my climax. “Please, I love it, wanna be your secret…”

Elliot smirked down at me, his pace speeding up again and his calloused fingers rubbing circles on my sensitive bud, pushing me closer to my orgasm. “Shit, right there, please don’t stop,” I begged him. With three hard thrusts, I was moaning and begging Elliot to pull out so he didn’t overstimulate me. I sat back on my elbows catching my breath, watching Elliot stroke himself before I got down on my knees, my tongue lolling out to catch his cum. His head was tilted back, hips jerking into his fist as spurts of cum splashed onto my tongue, a few drops falling on my chest. Once I saw that his eyes were on me again, I swallowed, then stuck my tongue back out to show that there was nothing left. With a look of shock on his face, Elliot bent down, cupped my cheeks and kissed me intensely. “Fuck, I’m gonna have fun with you.”

#euphoria x reader #euphoria #euphoria hbo #dominic fike #elliot euphoria #elliot smut #elliot x reader #euphoria season 2 #elliot x you

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Weeks Without || Poly!Marauders

Word Count: 7,427

A/N: Happy birthday @littlest-dark-age ! While this was not initially meant for you I loved it so much that I thought you might too and I poured a lot of effort into it, enough to show you how much I love you I hope. I think I like this piece! It felt good to write and I hope you all like it too.

Warnings: too long, that's probably the biggest one, angst, fluff, and smut. Slight dom/sub dynamics with dom Rem and Siri, sub Jamesie and maybe switch reader? Potentially just sub, I don't know I feel like any reader x James interaction I write, unless explicitly stated otherwise is at least a little bit dom reader because I project. Oral (female receiving), fingering, hand job, palming, little bit of humiliation. I tried not to include Daddy kink because I know not everyone's into it and I'm pretty sure if any of my stuff can have a daddy kink it does so I tried switching it up. Insecure reader

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As you approached the end of your time at Hogwarts there was a certain fear that bubbled up inside of you. Like the rest of your peers you had worries about what waited for you outside of Hogwarts, where you were going to live, what you were going to do? How you were going to pay your bills and if the person, or in your case people, you were leaving with were going to stay by your side.

You were sure that everyone with a partner shared the same worries you did, that being if your relationship was going to survive outside of the sheltered walls inside which it formed. For you your worries were multiplied threefold. You didn’t just have one person you were worried would tire and leave you, you had three boys.

They were all undeniably beautiful, there were days you couldn’t fathom how people as beautiful as them had chosen someone like you.

Despite their constant praise, the way they gazed at you during class and in the halls, the hugs and kisses they gave you any chance they had you still weren’t convinced that you were enough for them.

You tried not to show it, tried not to show the boys you loved so dearly how your insecurities were eating away at you. You were eating less, sleeping less, and even though you spent all your time bent over a book in the library, eyes racing over the pages your studies were suffering too. The time you spent in the library wasn’t so much to actually study so much as it was to avoid your boys, even being around them had grown painful. Worried that every kiss they gave you might be getting you closer and closer to the last had you nauseous.

You knew it was ridiculous but you couldn’t help the feeling from gnawing away at you.

Your boys weren’t stupid, though James often acted as though he was, they noticed you pulling back from them. On the rare occasions they were able to get you with them for more than the duration of dinner it was like you were stopping yourself from enjoying being around them.

You’d catch yourself smiling too wide and drawback. To them it was like clouds blocking out the sun, though they’d swear they would’ve preferred the absence of the sun over yours.

There were only so many ways you could avoid them and when it came time for sleep there was no escaping the giant canopy bed in James’ headboy dorm that could easily fit all four of you. It was probably the easiest way for you to be around them, because after a long day of classes and extraneous studying you were out the minute your head hit the pillow. There was no time for them to prod you about your day, ask you where you’d been during your shared free period.

You speedily made your way through your evening routine before the rest of them got to the room and were climbing under the covers as they finally made their entrance.

Tonight you hadn’t been as lucky, as you barreled into the cozy dormitory, decorated in a frankly nauseating amount of scarlet and gold. You entered to find your three boyfriends were already waiting for you sprawled throughout the room.

James sat on the sofa to the left of the king bed, long legs sprawled out in front of him, they were so long that his feet stuck off the end. With his hands clasped behind his head acting as a pillow, he would’ve been the picture of leisure had it not been for the crease between his brows while he conversed with the two other boys in the room.

Sirius sat curled up in Remus’ lap, nestled together on the loveseat; there didn’t appear to be an inch of space between the two of them. Usually when they were found like this it was as though neither of them had a care in the world, too wrapped up in each other to notice anything else that went on around them. This time was different, Sirius held one of Remus’ hands in his, fiddling with it while he gazed off into the air, eyes focusing on nothing in particular.

It wasn’t tension clouding the room so much as it was worry. Worry about you, worry about your relationship, worry about what they might’ve said or done to hurt you.

As you stepped into the room all of their eyes shot to your figure, ultimately finding your face as they tried to tell what sorts of secrets you were hiding in that pretty head of yours.

“Hi poppet,” Remus spoke promptly, knowing that allowing the silence to stretch on would only serve to worsen the situation.

“You guys are here early.”

Out of the corner of your eye you saw the furrow between James’ brows deepen at your response, you weren’t usually one to sidestep a greeting like that. Though in all fairness you hadn’t been acting much like your usual self lately.

“We’ve missed you puppy, feels like we never see you anymore,” It was Sirius who spoke, hands still fidgeting with Remus’ long fingers, finding the Marauders ring that he wore on his ring finger and sliding it up and down the appendage.

You answered with a noncommittal hum as you toed off your shoes, abandoning them by the door to the dorm before moving to the bed where you shrugged off the bag that had been weighing down on your shoulder all day.

Remus quietly eased Sirius off of his lap, helping him into James' open arms awaiting his arrival. Once the raven haired male was settled into the larger boy’s grasp, strong, muscled arms holding him close to his equally toned chest Remus made his way toward you where you sat, silently working on the buttons of your blouse.

“You want help with those, bunny?” Came the steady baritone of Remus’ voice as he stood a few feet before you, head cocked to the side while his hands were buried deep inside of his pockets.

“I’m fine Rem, I’ve got it,” The use of the nickname normally would’ve worked to lighten the worries that were swirling around in the boy’s head. This was counteracted by the despondency of your voice pulling each syllable downwards into mumbled murmur.

“I hate to say it but Siri’s right (Y/N), we don’t see you anymore and we’ve tried to ignore this weird behavior, thinking that it would pass but it hasn’t,” The lycan spoke as he made his way to the bed, sitting down on the mattress next to you but sure to leave a decent amount of space between the two of you, not wanting to spook you more than you had seemed to be.

You ignored his words, instead focusing your attention on unzipping your skirt, loosening the waistband allowed you to take a deep breath you’d been yearning for all day.

“Bunny, we just want to know what’s wrong, talk to us please.”

Lifting your eyes, lids heavy from the stress of the day, at Remus’ desperate plea you found the looming figures of your other two boys hovering over his shoulder. Fingers intertwined as both stormy grey irises and hazel ones gazed at you.

“Nothing’s the matter Remus, I’m just a little stressed out is all. It's nothing any of you have done.”

Technically that was true, it was nothing your boys had done directly that had caused you to pull back from them but still, a lie by omission.

“Bullshit.”

Each of your heads whipped to find the voice who had spoken, your eyes landing on Sirius’ form you found his sullen figure glowering, tucked into James’ side.

“Sirius come on,” Remus murmured, urging the boy to keep his mouth shut.

“No its such fucking bullshit, she’s been acting like this for weeks and I’m sick and fucking tired of her acting like a toddler.” The boy swivelled, redirecting his attention back towards you, “Stop it (Y/N)! Stop lying to us, stop pulling away, just fucking talk to us for fuck’s sake because I can’t fucking do this anymore.”

With each word the boy’s voice raised an octave and you watched James’ hold on Sirius’ shoulder tighten as though he could contain the flow of words that tumbled from his mouth.

It was all too much, the insecure thoughts that bounced around your head, the aches that had settled in your limbs from pushing yourself too hard on too little sleep, the distinct throbbing that resided behind your temples nearly every day by this time.

Then add on Sirius’ harsh words it was all too much.

“I can’t do this,” You mumbled, haphazardly redoing the buttons of the blouse that had been hanging off your shoulders before pulling your bag, abandoned just minutes ago, back onto your shoulder.

“(Y/N) where are you going?” The frustration in Remus’ voice was evident, he’d been so understanding and gentle the past few weeks but even he had his limits and he was not about to watch you walk away from them.

“My dorm.”

“Since when do you sleep in your dorm?” It was the first time you’d heard James’ voice since you entered the lavish dorm room. The hurt laced in each word was unmistakable, guilt at being the one to hurt the boy you loved so much served to twist the knife that was already planted firmly between your ribs.

For the first time in weeks you finally voiced the overwhelming thought that had been plaguing you, the thought that had caused you to pull away from them in the first place, “You’re better off without me.”

It seemed as though everything in the castle had stopped to listen on your conversation, you were almost certain you could make out the little figure of a portrait peeking its head into the gargantuan frame that hung on the furthest wall of the dormitory should Dumbledore need to call James out in the middle of the night to perform some headboy duty.

The room was so quiet as the boys, your boys, soaked in your words that you swore you could hear Slughorn all the way down in the dungeons, munching on the lavish pineapple that had been dropped off at his office a few hours earlier and that he had saved until now to indulge himself in.

“What do you mean poppet?” The crease between Remus’ brows matched the confusion so evident in his voice.

“I mean…” You trailed off as you felt tears well in your eyes, weighing down on your bottom lashes as they threatened to spill over. You couldn’t find it within yourself to meet any of their gazes, instead keeping your head downturned, eyes trained on your sock clad feet and you shifted your weight from foot to foot.

Before you could force yourself to look up you felt a strong, steady hand slip under your mandible, from the rough calloused nature of said hand you knew without a doubt that it belonged to James.

He slowly turned your visage upwards to meet his, heart crumbling as he took in your waterlogged optics, red and puffy, sunken in my large dark shadows that appeared to be frighteningly close to bruises.

“Why are you thinking that you’re not good enough for us angel?” He spoke, his voice cracking as he took in your heart wrenching appearance.

“Jamie,” You sobbed before throwing yourself into his chest, the barriers you’d erected between you and the rest of them crumbling as you saw the helpless look in James’ beautiful hazel eyes.

The fears and doubts that had haunted you for weeks were still there but you couldn’t find it within yourself anymore to listen to them when they told you to keep your space, to hide from the people you loved the most.

You clung to James’ broad shoulders, standing on your tiptoes so that you could throw your arms around his neck. You felt the weight of your satchel once again slip from your shoulder accompanied by a soft thud against the hardwood floor as one of James’ arms wrapped around your waist, the other slipping under your bum, landing on your upper thighs to support your weight as he carried you over to the canopied bed.

James kept you safely in his lap, sitting down with Sirius and Remus on either side of the two of you.

Even if any of them wanted to pry you off of James there was no way you were leaving the warm solace of his hold, the solidity of his thighs underneath you, the strong planes of his back sprawled out underneath your palms.

There was a comfort in all of it that you hadn’t realized you missed so much, you felt a pang in your chest as you contemplated the boy’s reaction to your insecurities. Would they confirm them, and these past weeks, which could’ve been spent in the exact position you found yourself in now, soaking up the comfort they brought you, had been wasted?

Though you were perfectly content to sit there, snuggled into James’ chest the boys wanted answers, and though they tried their best this was the most like yourself you’d been in forever and they were desperate for answers to their questions before you slipped away from them again.

“I’m sorry I yelled Princess I’ve just been so worried about you,” Sirius murmured, his hand gently sliding up your thigh to rest under the hem of the plaid fabric.

All you could offer the boy was a nod as you turned your visage to meet his, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, “It’s okay Siri-”

“No it's not,” He refuted empathically, his hand moving from your thigh to cup your cheek, dragging his thumb across your cheek bone in soothing circles, “If anyone else spoke to you like that I’d hex them into oblivion. I’m sorry.”

He leaned down, tilting your face ever so slightly upwards to meet your lips. As usual his were unnaturally and enviously red, tasting of smoke and the strawberry candy he stole from the pockets of James’ robes.

His lips brushed gently against yours, it was the first kiss the two of you had shared in weeks that wasn’t a quick peck as you passed in the halls or as you rushed away from them after breakfast. Understandably, he was in no mood to rush it.

You melted into his touch as his grip on your cheek tightened, keeping you from pulling away as he deepened the kiss, kissing with a sort of passion foregin to the both of you. Different from what you were used to, lust filled kisses as he ground your hips into his. This was a sort of apology from the both of you, sorry to have shied away from this for so long and he sorry for blowing up at you.

He kept his lips melded to yours for as long as possible before finally pulling away to suck in a deep breath, replenishing his depleted lungs.

“Gotta tell us what’s going on in that pretty head of yours baby,” Came Remus’s voice from the other side of Jamesie’s broad shoulders, lulling your head off of the one it rested on to meet his sympathetic eyes.

You felt a familiar panic bubble up once again in your throat at the thought of voicing all your insecurities, scenario after scenario running through your head going through all the different ways the boys could react to your theories.

Suddenly you felt like an idiot and felt your cheeks burn as blood rushed to them, resisting the urge to bury your face back in James’ shoulder you swallowed, “W-What if,” You stopped for a moment, sniffing and going to wipe your nose on the back of your hand you were stopped when Remus’ large hand wrapped around your wrist.

Slender fingers slipped a silky hanky into your palm for you to wipe your nose on and you smiled as you glimpsed the initials “RJL” stitched sloppily into it. This was no doubt done by James when he was laid up with a Quidditch injury and had taken up stitching, amongst other things.

“Thanks Rem,” You murmured as you swiped the soft cloth underneath your nose before slipping it back into his hand, you felt your cheeks burn, embarrassed to be handing him back the used, and admittedly grosser material, but ever the gentleman he paid it no mind.

“Now what was it that you were saying (Y/N)?”

You braced yourself, clenching the covers into your fists as you forced the words that had been swirling around in your head out, coming to terms with that there was no more delaying the inevitable.

“Are we gonna stay together once we graduate?”

It was conflicting having finally spoken those words that had tormented you for countless days, hours upon hours of pain and anxiety causing you unspeakable turmoil. It felt as though it was all lifted from your shoulders, you’d spoken the words, put them out there and they were no longer your pain to bear alone.

At the same time, they didn’t just exist in your head anymore. They were real and the people who mattered most had just heard them, their impending response only served to make you grip the sheets even tighter.

“Where’s this coming from angel?” James asked, confusion tightening up his voice.

“I don’t know,” You whimpered, “I’ve just been thinking and you all are so fucking beautiful and perfect, how am I supposed to keep up with you when we leave here. I already don’t deserve any of you. It's already bad enough in here with all the girls and guys fawning over all of you but how am I supposed to fair when you have the entire world at your fingertips?”

As they soaked in the meaning behind your words James’ arms tightened around you to the point of bordering on discomfort but it was so reassuring to be held that close, to know that that was the reaction your words had on them that you couldn’t find it within yourself to complain, only to hold him even tighter.

“Darling,” Sirius’ sympathetic tone was enough to shatter your already fragile facade and before you knew it there were fat teardrops sliding along down your soft cheeks.

You could feel your tears dampening the material of James’ old t-shirt but couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“I-I don’t wanna lose you guys,” You sobbed, letting all the pent up emotion from the past weeks flow out, coming off of you in waves as the knot that had been residing in your chest slowly began to unravel. Each tender caress of your back and stroke of your hair assisted in its efforts until all that was left was your heart. Which, considering that it had been tangled up in barbed wire, thorns piercing your heart with every beat, was in surprisingly good condition, still intact and pumping along.

“You’re not gonna lose us (Y/N/N), ever,” James promised into your ear, his chapped lips brushing across the shell of your ear.

“You can’t promise that,” You protested, words muffled as you spoke into his shoulder, “There might be someone else who you guys love more than me, who’s prettier and smarter and can keep up with you all. M not good enough for any of you and what if one day you realize that?”

“Don’t talk like that princess,” Sirius’ grip was steely on your forearm as he used it to get your attention, “I’ve spent my entire life being told I wasn’t good enough and the truth is that we aren’t good enough for you. I know what it feels like to feel like the people in your life deserve better than you but there is no doing better than you, no one else on this earth holds a candle to you my beautiful girl.”

As you took in each of Sirius’ words letting them heal the puncture wounds on your heart from being wrapped in thorny vines Remus spoke, “We love you more than anything puppy, the day you walked into our lives was the best day of my life and I can’t think of a world where any of us live without you. Especially outside of Hogwarts, things are gonna be just as scary for us as they are for you poppet and I know I don’t wanna do it without you.”

It felt good to hear that the worries you’d been obsessing over were really all in your head, that they really did love you as much as you loved them, but there was still one boy you needed to hear the words from before you could completely relax.

“I’m going to marry one day (Y/N/N), I’m going to marry all of you and we’re going to be Misters and Missus Potter. Remmy’s right, I don’t wanna ever wake up and not have you right there next to me. Mum and Dad say I have to wait till we’re settled and we have jobs and a place to live before I can propose but it's gonna happen bunny, I just hope you don’t realize we’re a pile of daft idiots before then.”

As a lopsided goofy smile quirked his lips upward you felt a similar force mimicking the movement on your own, “Even if you all are daft idiots, m’never gonna find anyone like you guys. My pretty boys.”

“You hear that mates? We’re her pretty boys, if I didn’t know better I’d say (L/N) has a little crush on all of us.”

“Oh sod off Siri,” You let out a watery giggle, gently nudging the boy’s arm as you looked up at him through water logged lashes.

“Is that true puppy? You like us?” Even though he was usually the most mature of your boys Remus’ mischievous side never failed to shine when he called on it.

“No,” You refuted, “I’m actually rather fond of Severus now that you mention it.”

You’d pulled away from Jamesie’s chest to be able to look at each of them but with your words you were harshly tugged back into him.

“Not funny,” The sullen boy murmured into your ear, “Ours, not Snivellus’.”

“Shhh s’okay bubba I know you love me,” You soothed him, tangling your fingers in his hair like you knew he liked.

“I’m so sorry bunny we ever made you feel like Snape loved you more, I never want you to feel like we don’t love you.” He squeezed you, “How can we make it up to you?”

“I just got in my own head is all,” You explained, “I was telling the truth earlier when I said that it was nothing any of you had done, just shouldn’t spend all that time alone with my thoughts.”

Sirius’ elegant hand started rubbing up and down your back as you all sat there, soaking in each other’s presence after so many weeks of turmoil. Each time his hand slipped lower and lower down your back till he was groping your ass with the palm of his hand.

“Do you believe us poppet?” Remus asked, taking note of Sirius’ hand on your bum, “You believe that we’ll love you till the day we die?”

You nodded your head, face still buried into James’ neck, “I know you’re telling the truth Remmy, it's probably just going to take a little while for my brain to start really believing it, I spent so long worrying about it that mt stupid brain is’nt just gonna start listening to me.”

Remus nodded as he brushed a piece of hair from your face, it was the answer he’d been expecting.

“How about we show you how much we love you puppy?” Sirius asked from your other side, hand sliding from your ass to your thigh before slipping underneath the hem of your skirt.

“What do you mean Siri?” You cocked your head to the side in a rather obvious display of your confusion.

Wordlessly he stood up and slipped you from James’ lap moving to the foot of the bed where he laid you out on your back. Your blouse hung open off your shoulders revealing your lace clad breasts to the man as his eyes raked over your body, taking in every curve and line of your body.

Starting on the cushiony pillows of your lips, red and raw from gnawing away at them all the way down to the soft lines of your thighs he took his time appreciating every millimeter of you before dragging his eyes back up to the hem of your skirt.

One graceful hand slid to the waistband, already loosened he bent down to press a kiss where the material had rubbed your skin raw over the course of the day.

As your panty clad center was revealed to him Sirius swiftly dropped to his knees, his eyes quickly darting to Remus over your left shoulder for permission for what he was about to. It was granted to him with a soft nod.

“What are you doing Siri?” You pondered as he slid your legs apart from each other, sitting up on his knees as he began pressing sloppy kisses onto the insides of your thighs.

Instead of getting an answer Remus spoke, his words directed to the boy between your legs as though his words would have no consequence on you, “You can mark her Sirius, let everyone know that she’s our pretty girl.”

His words sent a zap of excitement up your back as you remembered how good it felt to be their pretty girl. Something you hadn’t felt like in weeks.

You bucked your hips as Sirius’ lips ghosted over your pussy still hidden to him behind the lacy material that matched your bra, “I’m showing you how much I love you puppy,'' He responded to your earlier posed question, “Now come on, lift your hips f’me,'' He murmured as he slipped the panties along with your school shirt from your hips revealing your pussy to his hungry gaze. Sirius carefully pulled the garments from your legs before dropping them to the floor next to where he knelt.

Inching closer and closer to your cunt as he worked his way up your thighs leaving a trail of kisses in his wake he made sure to sink his teeth into the flesh at certain points, just hard enough that if he sucked he was sure to leave behind mouse shaped bruises. The thought of being marked by him caused a ripple of arousal to go straight to your core.

Once he was satisfied with the marks he’d left on your thighs the raven haired boy moved quickly, nosing your folds apart to breathe in your scent, even with the minimal stimulation you’d had you were already soaking, though Sirius often seemed to do that to you.

“Fuck,” You swore as his nose bumped your clit and you reached out to grab onto the bedding but found James’ hand instead, wrapping your hand around his middle and index finger as you scrunched your eyes closed.

“Pretty baby,” James cooed as he leaned down to smear a kiss across your brow, furrowed from pleasure, “Siri making you feel good?”

You nodded fervently as the aforementioned boy licked a broad stripe from your quivering, sopping entrance to your clit, lifting up the hood to suck gently as James often sucked on your tits. You smiled thinking that you might fall asleep that way tonight because you knew nothing made the boy quite as happy as both falling asleep and waking up with your tit in his mouth.

“Use your words puppy,” Remus’ voice sounded from your otherside and you whipped your head to face him wondering when he’d moved over there, “Wanna hear that pretty voice of yours.”

“Yes Remmy, feels so so good,” Your words hitched as Sirius slipped a finger inside of you, continuing to suck on your clit as he did so.

As you spoke your eyes wandered downwards and you were met with a familiar bulge having formed in Remus’ trousers. The werewolf’s gaze followed yours and smiled as his eyes landed on his crotch.

Your head quickly pivoted to the otherside finding a matching bulge in James’ trousers. A pang of guilt hit your heart as you hadn’t even thought about either of their pleasure, being too overwhelmed by your own as Sirius had thrown your legs over his shoulders allowing him to pull himself closer to your dripping, aching cunt.

Somehow your hand had found its way to Remus’ cock as you mindlessly palmed at his bulge as though that and that alone would work to help it escape from its zippered cage and into your awaiting hand.

“Can I have your cock Rem, please?” You begged looking up at him with wide eyes, fingers fumbling as they finally stumbled across the zipper.

“Course you can bunny,such a good girl asking me for m’cock so nicely, let me get it out for you.”

Remus expertly lifted his hips as he unzipped his zipper, sliding his trousers and boxers down to his mid thigh allowing his cock to spring free.

As his cock was revealed to you Sirius added a second finger into your pussy, curling it at just the right spot to hit the sensitive spot inside of you each and every time he thrusted his fingers. As he pushed the second finger inside of you you felt the distinct chill of metal, you gasped at the unique, though certainly not unwelcome sensation.

Glancing downwards you saw that the hand belonging to the arm that was pinning your hips to the mattress did not bear the signature Marauders ring they all wore proudly on their ring finger. Having his marauders ring thrusted in and out of you made you clench around his long, slender fingers, the extra stretch provided by the jewelry was impossibly hot.

The combination of seeing Remus’ cock, standing proud and tall as his tip, bright red, leaked pre cum onto his shaft and the extra stretch of not only another finger inside of you, but a ring, had you squeezing your legs around Sirius’ head.

Flicking your gaze down towards him you were met with Sirius’ eyes already on you and he circled your clit with his tongue. Much to your chagrin he pulled his head away from your cunt, smoothing his palm up your stomach as he smiled at you with the most sincere look in his eyes, “You’re beautiful like this puppy, so perfect all laid out for us, making a mess all over my face.”

Looking at the bottom of his face you saw the mess he was talking about, his mouth and chin were glistening with your slick. Before you could reply Sirius was diving back into your pussy, scooping his arms under your thighs to lift your hips so that he had even more through access to your pretty cunt.

Any breath you would’ve used to respond was pulled from you as Sirius’ tongue began working magic on your cunt, tracing it painfully slowly before abruptly speeding up.

Remembering the gift that had been bestowed upon you you grappled for Remus’ cock, quickly wrapping your hand around it and beginning to pump up and down, loving nothing more than the way he throbbed beneath your touch.

“That’s a good girl, so good at playing with m’cock, there’s a good girl,”

“Like this?” Your wide eyes stared up at Remus as you twisted your wrist pulling a strangled gasp from him.

“Yes baby, just like that.”

You were mesmerized by his cock as you watched the head disappear before reappearing from your fist as you worked up and down his shaft, your hand working along the natural curve of his prick.

A whiny moan from your other side broke your concentration as you turned your head to investigate it, never halting your movements up and down Remus’ member.

Your eyes fell upon James’ whimpering form, shifting uncomfortably as his eyes flickered back and forth between your hand on Remus’ cock, Sirius’ head buried between your legs and your face, pleasure plastered over your every feature. God you looked beautiful when you were getting eaten out.

Finally you settled on the raging boner visible through James’ trousers, it looked almost painful the way it was straining against the restrictive fabric.

“Aww Jamesie m’sorry, been neglecting your cock,” You mewled, the hand not on Remus’ cock moving to palm James through his trousers.

“That’s okay bunny, m’good just watching you, fuck you’re gorgeous.”

You threw your head back as Sirius pinched at your clit, his tongue and fingers having swapped places as he circled your tight entrance which was clenching around nothing, but who could blame you?

You were in ecstasy.

There was a familiar fire burning in the pit of your belly, one that had begun simmering the second Sirius had looked you up and down once having laid you down on the bed.

A small whimper escaped you as you felt James’ strong calloused hand grope your clothed breast over the mesh and wire cage you kept them concealed in because fuck did that feel good.

You turned your visage to view Remus, he was painfully hard now and you made sure to keep groping James on the other side of you as you quickened your speed on Remus’ cock.

“Merlin puppy that feels so good, our good puppy. I love you so much my love, so much,” His praise came as he tangled his hands in your hair, using his hold on your to direct your face up to view his. He looked angelic, beads of sweat forming on his hairline with clouded over hazel eyes and the most beautiful lips you’d ever seen that released haggard groans and breaths.

A whine tumbled from your lips at the praise, Remus was always the gentler out of your doms, James barely counting as most of the time he was on his knees with you ready to obey his next command, but his praise seemed to be affecting you more than you were used to. Not that you were complaining though, on the contrary, you were living for it as it spurred you closer and closer to orgasm.

You squeezed Remus’ cock as Sirius nipped at your clit, the sensation walking the delicate line between pleasure and pain but jarring nonetheless. You’d be lying if you said that it didn’t send a rush of arousal to the fire now beginning to roar in your belly.

The feeling of James and Remus’ cocks in your hands was oddly erotic and as they worked to ground you as Sirius pulled you further and further into bliss the holdon them, feeling every vein and ridge and twitch turned you on more and more and had you bucking into Sirius’ mouth.

“I’m gonna cum!” You screamed as Sirius sped up his ministrations on your pussy, sucking your clit between his lips as he mercilessly pistoned his fingers in and out of you.

“M gonna cum too,” James admitted, sucking in a tight breath as he wriggled his hips, resisting the urge to buck up as you lackadaisically palmed at his still clothed crotch, never having the time to properly undress.

The thought of cumming with James pushed you right to the edge to the point where you could barely form words, but knowing you’d need permission before you were allowed to cum you sought out the one person who could grant you such. “Can I cum?” You pleaded, turning your head to face Remus, “Please Rem let me cum please!”

“You gonna cum too Jamesie?” The lycan’s eyes were trained on James’ face, eyes wide as he watched your hand slip up and down Remus’ curved length.

Upon receiving his answer, a yes delivered in rushed nods, Remus turned back to you, “Yes baby, go ahead and cum for us, make a mess all over Siri’s face. Gonna look so pretty when you cum undone, such a pretty girl.”

That final praise tipped you over the edge, sending you into a bliss filled oblivion as warmth seeped to every nook and cranny in your body. You felt your legs tense and spasm as you squeezed your thighs around Sirius’ head, bucking into his face to get as much stimulation as possible because there was no way for you to get enough.

You distantly registered a string of curses leaving your lips as euphoria washed through your body, taking with it any little doubts and worries that hadn’t parted with the boy’s earlier kind words.

As your orgasm passed and you blinked your eyes open you found a lightness in your chest you hadn’t felt in months. All the wounds from being wrapped up in thorns so long seemed to have healed on your heart, to see you tested it out, letting a singular thought about the boys drift through your consciousness. You were immediately reminded of Sirius’ head still in between your legs, lapping up the slick that had made a mess all over the insides of your thighs, James’ softening prick under one palm and Remus’ still rock hard one in the other.

All those worries you had let occupy your thoughts for months seemed stupid and trivial as you remembered just how much your boys loved you.

“Well would you look at that,” You were pulled from your thoughts by Remus’ voice, following his gaze to James who sat resting on his hands, panting, with an unmistakable stain fresh on the front of his trousers.

“Did Prongs cum in his pants?” Sirius simpered, also huffing, though for completely different reasons as he lifted his head from your cunt, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The seemingly normal sight sent a shiver up your spine but you quickly shook the thought away.

You nodded your head as your eyes caught on the stain on the front of his trousers but no one seemed to notice.

James’ cheeks were burning bright red as Remus came up behind him, brushing the hair out of his face as he leaned down to press a kiss to the crown of James’ head.

Remus helped the submissive boy to his feet, all the while murmuring quiet praises you couldn’t hear from where you laid until one was spoken loudly enough for your ears, “Come on bubba lets get those boxers off,” The sandy haired boy prompted, “Show (Y/N/N) how pretty you think she is, she made you cum in your pants, I don’t think any of us have ever done that before have we?”

James shook his head as Remus quickly undid the zipper on the other boy’s trousers. The taller boy kneeled to help him step out of his trousers and boxers, leaving him naked from the waist down.

It was an undeniably hot sight, James’ half hard cock resting against his toned thigh, both covered in his cum from his untimely release.

Your eyes were pulled up to Remus as he let out an appreciative hum as he inspected the ruined boxers in his hand.

He slipped onto the bed next to you, “Come on puppy sit up f’me,” Opening his arm for you to settle into his side.

“And you Jamesie,” He prompted, patting his thigh for the boy to sit on. As James settled onto the hard plane of muscle Remus’ still throbbing erection poked into his back, the leaking head smearing precum along the boy’s toned back.

Sirius settled in behind all three of you, peering over your shoulder at the soiled boxers, one hand resting on your shoulder and the other on Remus’. You melted under his touch and snuggled ever closer into Remus’ side, turning your head to press a kiss to the back of Sirius’ hand.

“Y’made Jamesie cum without even taking him out of his pants puppy, can you believe that? That’s how fucking sexy we all think you are, made him cum without even directly touching his cock princess.”

“S’like you’ve got super powers,” James interjected, his eyes trained on you, “Your hand angel, its magic.”

You chuckled at his choice of words, whether or not you were intentional you doubted but it made them all the more cute.

“It’s so pretty,” You murmured, running your index finger through the sticky mess before bringing it up to your lips, sucking it completely clean as you couldn’t get enough of James’ perfect taste. “You taste really good Jamesie.”

The boy at the center of your current conversation turned, hiding his head in the crook of Remus’ neck mumbling a “thank you” into the delicate scarred skin.

“Don’t need to be shy,” Sirius crooned, out of character with the gentleness in his tone, as he combed his fingers through James’ dark tresses, “It’s fucking unbelievable how hot it is.”

You smiled at the delicate interaction between the two boys as James looked up at Sirius with wide eyes and puckered his lips, silently demanding a kiss. It was a demand Sirius was all too ready to obey as he dipped down, sealing James’ lips with his.

As he pulled away he caught you staring at him with want etched all over your face, “Don’t worry puppy,” He simpered, moving to cup your face in his hand, “You can get a kissie too.”

His tongue brushed against the seal of your slips as he deepened the kiss before abruptly pulling away, not wanting to get himself any more wound up than he already was.

“My beautiful girl,” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he smiled down at you.

“You two need to get cleaned up,” Remus spoke as you and Sirius gazed at each other, “You, especially Jamesie, made quite the mess of yourself.”

James whined at the subtle comment but aside from that made no other objection.

You on the other hand had other, more pressing worries.

“But what about you, Remmy? You’re still hard and Siri hasn’t even been touched yet, need to get you two off,” Your words came out frantic at the prospect of leaving two of the men you loved so much unsatisfied but Remus was quick to quell your worries with a soothing kiss to your hairline.

“Don’t worry poppet, Siri and I will take care of each other while Jamesie runs a bath for the two of you, yeah? We’ll be right in to join you, have a feeling neither of us are going to last all that long.”

You were reluctant to agree after how amazing you’d been made to feel by your boys since you’d arrived at the dorm and the thought of leaving two of them to take care of each other was frustrating, your frustration did not outweigh the pleasure a warm bubble bath promised and in the end you crumbled.

“Fine.”

“Good girl,” Remus extolled as James slipped from his lap and stood before you, arms open and ready to engulf your significantly smaller figure.

You all but leapt into his embrace, loving the way his strong arms could so easily support you.

“Come on angel,” He cooed down at you, “S’bath time.”

Remus and Sirius waited until the two of you had entered the adjoining bathroom before leaping to their feet, their hands quickly finding the other’s chest desperate to pull another close.

James kicked the door closed behind him but not with enough force to fully close the door, the room beyond it was still visible through a small crack.

Through the crack in the door you were able to see Remus and Sirius and even over the roar of the running water James had started that was slowly filling the ginormous bathtub that sat at the center of the room you could make out the words that fell from their lips.

“You’re gorgeous mon chéri,” Sirius muttered against Remus’ shoulder as he tugged on Remus’ cock, the two boys had made quick time and Sirius’ aching member was already in Remus’ palm.

“Just as beautiful as both of our babies.”

“Impossible.”

“Shut up and cum for Godric’s sake,” The smaller man whined, “I want a bath.”

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