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concubuck · 3 years

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two guys going 🙃 and being awkward (9/10/21 chat log)

A conversation between Alastor/Buck (hi there) and Alastor/Alexa (@furby-organist/@killstreaming). So remember when Alexa said “you should turn your junk into a fan” and Buck said “one time i turned my junk into a garbage disposal wanna see” and an hour later Alexa went “I can’t believe I told my alternate to turn his junk into a fan” and Buck went “I can’t believe I showed my alternate my garbage disposal junk”? In a stunning and unprecedented display of mutual emotional maturity, they decide to mutually apologize instead of silently pretend it never happened.

concubuck

"Hi! Hello, am I reaching Alastor? This is your alternate speaking! The one that, uh..." AWKWARD PAUSE. "... The one from last night!" That was the only non-horrible way to identify himself, wasn't it.

killstreaming

Oh. Oh God. Alexa wanted to die significantly less today than he wanted to die last night after the post-clown clarity hit, but the feeling immediately SPIKED. Oh no. (Keep calm.) “Hi! Hello, alternate! Yes, speaking! What can I do for you?” He’s going to get chewed out, he knows it.

concubuck

Oh he answered. Buck had been braced to spend five minutes talking to dead air and never be sure if his alternate was silently listening or just not home. He sort of thinks this might be worse?

"Yes? Well!" Clears his throat. "I thought I ought to address last night before it festers. You see, I, uh..." A nervous pause; and then he sighs. "I��okay, look. Cards on the table: I haven't been human for several years. I'm doing a poor job of remembering human etiquette. Even the basic things, like 'don't send an unsolicited film starring your genitalia to a near stranger.' So—I—wanted to apologize for driving you to drink yourself to sleep."

killstreaming

Oh god, they were talking about last night. /Oh./ He wasn’t being chewed out. “I see. Alright. First and foremost, I appreciate you reaching out.” That meant /Alexa/ didn’t have to reach out. “Understandable and fair on all counts, apology accepted. For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re entirely in the wrong here. What I’ll /mostly/ take you to task for is putting me in a position where I’d have had to deal with the awkwardness of declining /publicly/. But ultimately, moot point.”

“It was on topic, though, wasn’t it? I /started/ it, and for that, I owe /you/ an apology. I shouldn’t have roped you into that conversation to begin with. Admittedly, this sort of absurd lewd banter has become the norm on hotel grounds -- but with /friends I’ve known for a while/. I don’t know you well enough to bring up your genitalia, absurdist meem or not. I was out of line, and I apologize. I didn’t drink because of /you/. I wanted to exit consciousness upon realizing my social ineptitude, for which I have no excuse, as I’m currently human. So.”

concubuck

Apology accepted. Silent BIG sigh of relief. "Yes, I—I do recognize I put you in a no win situation, there. Modern etiquette hasn't yet provided us with a gentlemanly way of saying 'no, sir, I do NOT want to see your #### live and in color!'"

HE was owed an apology? He blinked in bewilderment, doing several rounds of mental gymnastics before he worked out WHY. "Oh! Oh. Yes, that's—right—well, I— Well that's—there you have it, just what I was saying about the difference between succubi and humans. It never even dawned upon me that the subject matter was unusual. In fact, I'm /sure/ I thought something to myself like 'oh! Dismemberment! How refreshing, a conversation that isn't sexual.'" Hi don't mind that slight edge of hysteria to his laughter, it's barely noticeable, hardly there, really. "Well—apology accepted, naturally. No damage was done, didn't even chip the paint."

killstreaming

“Pff--” Alexa cackled loudly, one hand uselessly covering his mouth. Live and in color, indeed. Alright, point made, looked like he and Buck were on the same page. “In retrospect, tuning in with no hesitation wasn’t the most grandiose display of decorum.” /Was/ there a correct way to have handled that? Alexa didn’t think so, so, no apology offered.

It was Alexa’s turn to internally sigh of relief. Good, he hadn’t irreparably weirded Buck out. “Hah, alright! I’m not entitely familiar with succubus etiquette, but I’m glad to hear it cast me in a better light than I otherwise would’ve been!” Oh, wheeze. “Hah, what people are into has never ceased to amaze me. Dismemberment, really. But hey-- I’m fine to say, no harm, no foul. I’m good if you’re good.”

concubuck

"... Mm. Perhaps." Tuning in with no hesitation was, in fact, exactly what he hoped and needed people to do. The suggesting that /watching what he offered to be watched/ was somehow inherently indecorous, as though to consume his content was an act of self-degradation... He shifted uncomfortably and tried to remember whether or not he would have agreed with his alternate back when he was human.

(Did it really matter? Wasn't it a succubus's duty to be a corruptive force? If gazing upon him made people a little dirtier, he was doing his job, right? He told himself that and tried to ignore how uneasy he felt in his skin.)

"It's less accurate to say succubi have etiquette around the topic and more accurate to say they have a near complete lack of barriers or standards. The mere fact I prefer not to cuss on air marks me out as queerly prudish." A rueful laugh. "No harm, no foul."

killstreaming

Good golly, Alexa, how do you eat when you’ve got your foot in your mouth so frequently? And he doesn’t even know this time! He’d intended to strictly critique /himself/, but it did imply something about the person offering, didn’t it? To make matters worse, he was taking Buck’s silence as judgment for being prudish about the matter.

Aaand then he wasn’t. Good, okay, they were fine, he really had to stop getting in his own head. “So you’re telling me it’s absolutely /lawless/ out there!” Dramatic hands to his cheeks. “Humans aren’t that much different -- they find me prudish for it as well. Anyway, my interactions with succubi have been largely business to this point, so I have much to learn about social norms.” There, a shield in case he shows his ass in the future.

concubuck

"Oh, succubi don't have much in the way of social norms worth learning." Which was probably a grave disservice to succubi for him to say, but he wasn't currently feeling very charitable to his own state of existence. "I interact with humans to interact with humans. Don't let me get out of line."

killstreaming

“Right, well.” And /that/ conversational door had been shut in his face. His smile thinned into a tight V. “Understood. Call me out if I’m out of line as well.” (He’d like to think his excuse is that he’s barely resocialized, but he doesn’t think it holds much water.)

concubuck

"I doubt you will be, but—yes. Of course."

He realized, a bit too late, that he'd come across as more dismissive than he'd intended to. He ought to offer /something/ more. "The thing is just that there is, as far as I can tell, nothing taboo to say among succubi. If a complete stranger says 'hi, how are you' and the other replies 'I caught something from this b##### and now my c### itches like a mother####er," of the two, the only one that said something surprising is the one who asked how the other is. So, there's—there's very little that /can/ be said wrong. Actions, /physical/ actions, can cross the line, but words are weightless. Almost meaningless, even."

killstreaming

“I-- pfft.” Buck’s sample of succubus dialogue threw Alexa off for a bit, he hadn’t been expecting that. Okay, give him a second, maybe you can hear him stifle another laugh.

“Really! No boundaries around oversharing whatsoever! Fascinating, and oddly reassuring! It’s not even that lax on hotel grounds!” And, well, Buck had gotten a glimpse of how wild those could get. “Look --all cards on the table, right?-- people think they can talk to my husband every which way because of his profession. Forgive me if I kick myself too easily over doing the same; it’s not a critique of succubus standards.”

concubuck

"Very few boundaries, at any rate. Personally, I think their could stand to be a few more. But when you're walking down the street, some oversexed pedestrian says 'hey there succuc###, wanna s### off my c###?' and you find yourself thinking 'do I have enough time for that?' instead of the more reasonable 'should I decapitate him or just give him a swift kick,' well... At that point you have to concede that the standards you think you should have and the standards you actually have no longer overlap, don't you?"

Which was a far more horrifying thing than he'd intended to admit. So he hurried on, "So—anyway, I appreciate the gentlemanly inclination; but don't beat yourself up too much over a comment that didn't even faze me, won't you? I'd hate for my own alternate to suffer needlessly on my behalf!"

killstreaming

Alexa wasn’t /judging/ Buck -- by what standards does one judge an entire other species & their cultural norms? it is what it is, -- but the divide between them was beginning to feel a bit more /present/. And did he want to hear about an acquaintance contemplating blowing a pedestrian? Not really, but he’d chalk it up to aforementioned cultural norm. He laughed to shake it off, and hoped it didn’t come out too awkward.

“Alright, alright, fair enough! Point taken. Don’t worry about me, then. And /you/ don’t beat yourself up either, alright? I don’t have much reassurance to offer other than that it takes a /lot/ to genuinely offend me, and I’d like to think I’m charitable regarding cultural differences.” He fidgeted, hoping he hadn’t said anything wrong. “I mean, because I /would/ like to keep getting to know you.” Did that sound like a come-on? If that came off like a come-on, he’d eat his whole foot. (The other one, the one he /hasn’t/ already stuck in his mouth.)

concubuck

It kind of did sound like a come on. But of the two Alastors who had watched his video, this was the one who HADN'T offered to fist him, and on top of that Buck didn't WANT it to be a come on, so he was going to take it on faith that it wasn't. "And I'd certainly like to keep getting to know you!" ... He hoped THAT didn't sound like a come on. "Ideally with less amateur pornography this time around."

killstreaming

Alexa almost made that stupid joke about waiting until the second date for that sort of thing (third if he's feeling REALLY old-fashioned), but no. Buck wasn't /in/ on the fact that Alexa was resigned from dating altogether. /That/ would be taken as a come-on.

"Ha! Sure, fair, sounds good. Now, I don't know how you feel about coffee, but if you'd ever like to meet for a cup, offer's on the table." Just whenever was good. (Something something morning afters are only awkward if you make them awkward, let me be a gentleman and handle breakfast -- it made more sense in his head. It was funny in his head. But really, a friendly coffee chat sometime would be nice.)

concubuck

"I'm practically powered by the stuff! Coffee sometime sounds delightful." And then, just because that really did sound like it could be a date, he added, "And since you're a married man, I'm going to trust that it's /only/ going to be coffee!" Little lighthearted joke—what's a marriage worth in hell with a succubus around?—but by God, he was determined to meet ONE alternate in person and keep it platonic.

killstreaming

"Good, that seems to be one thing we all have in common!" Coffee fiends, the herd of them.

This was probably /not/ the time to 'actually, it's an open marriage', oh well, Buck was just going to have to get blindsided next time Alexa wilded on voxblr. "Haha! Yes, yes, that's all, just a friendly chat over coffee. Unless the bakery items catch my eye -- then it's over coffee /and/ a croissant." Scandalous. Hey, some of those places made a mean pain au chocolat.

concubuck

"Well, who am I to say no to a croissant!" Okay, this was okay, they'd navigated this mess successfully and were coming out of it on the same page. Hah. Good. Good job, team.

killstreaming

"Aha! I’ll be looking forward to it. Just reach out whenever's good.” Well done, everyone. Crisis very much averted! The deersasters are going to be okay.

#furbyorganist #killstreaming #chat log

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spaceskam · 4 years

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prompt from anon: I know you requested kylex, but I am a slut for your Malex college AUs sooo can I request prompt 1 for Malex??? I feel like Kyle could absolutely be involved 😁 01. I’m getting progressively more annoyed at the people you bring back to our apartment and it’s not until a friend jokingly asks if I’m jealous that I realize I’ve developed feelings for you college au prompts

ao3

The door of the apartment swing open and Alex stumbled in with a parasite clung to his lips and ripping his shirt off.

Michael had to stop mid-bite through his dinner cereal as he watched his roommate and his roommate's face-eater stumbled to his room, the door slamming behind them. Alex's laugh rang out loud enough that he could hear it and it quickly made him lose his appetite.

With a sigh, he pushed himself to his feet and put his bowl in the sink. Michael grabbed Alex's shirt off the floor and folded it, placing it on the table out of the pathetic-ness of his heart. A moan that was distinctly from Alex's body could be heard on the other side of his bedroom door and Michael took that as his cue to sit outside until the succubus left.

In high school, he and Alex had been the best of friends. They were both chronic outcasts and got detention more than a few times together freshman year which was really how they met. Well, that, and they both stood against the Loner Wall during lunch. Turns out, loners could be loners together.

By the time junior year rolled around, they were inseparable. Where one of them was, the other was sure to be close by. It was just how they were. Alex eventually built the courage to come out and Michael had no problem with it which really only made them closer. Once they knew they were going to the same college, the only logical decision was to get an apartment together.

In theory, it was great. In execution...

"I am a horrible, horrible person," Michael groaned, pulling his knees up to his chest as he held the phone to his ear.

"What did you do?" Isobel asked dryly. Michael rested his chin on his knees and let his eyes drift to the concrete floor of the balcony. It was stained with paint from when Alex had drunkenly done an art project completely naked at 3 in the morning to celebrate the end of their first semester of college.

"I didn't do anything," he told her, "I just... Can someone become homophobic over time?"

"What?"

"When Alex came out, I was fine. Happy for him, even," Michael grumbled, picking at a string on his basketball shorts, "Now every time he brings a guy over, I want to throw up."

"Michael..."

"I know, I'm a piece of shit."

The first year of college had been great. He and Alex were closer than ever, they spent every goddamn moment together. Then sophomore year rolled around and Alex started getting more comfortable with his sexuality. Which was fine.

But then nights like these happened.

Before, in high school, when Alex told him about boys, he didn't really care. He remembered being happy for him and excited for him. Now, though, he just wanted to throw up every goddamn time Alex and a new boy stumbled through the door and headed to his bedroom. He didn't know why he hated it so much, but he did. He really, really did.

"Alex went through a lot to get here. You need to be a good friend and support his hoe season," Isobel lectured. Michael sucked in a long breath, tilting his head back in irritation.

"I'm trying," Michael said, "It's just annoying. And you know we don't even study together anymore?"

"You don't have any of the same classes anymore," Isobel pointed out. Michael rolled his eyes.

"So? I feel like... I don't know what I feel like, I'm just tired of him fucking guys and running me out of my apartment," Michael grumbled.

"Oh, come on, Michael, he is not running you out of your apartment."

"You think I wanna listen to him plow some guy for an hour?"

"An hour? Jeez, that–"

"That is not what you were meant to respond to."

Isobel let out a laugh that slowly died out when Michael didn't say anything.

"Honestly, Michael, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were just mad the person he's fucking isn't you."

"What the fuck, Isobel? No. No, that is not what's happening. Why the fuck would you say that? No, I'm not fucking pining for him, he's my friend. End of," Michael told her. She laughed in response.

"Awfully defensive for a guy who definitely is not jealous," she hummed. Michael felt like his face was on fire and his stomach tied in knots.

"Shut up."

Isobel was damn near cackling. "Listen, baby brother, call me back after you've had your epiphany because that closet of yours is made of glass, okay?"

"I am n–"

"I love you, talk to Alex about how you feel and maybe things will click," she said, making a loud kissy noise before she hung up to avoid any more protesting.

Michael found himself letting his blood light on fire for what felt like an eternity, waiting for Alex to get done with his meal. The more he thought about Isobel's words, the more it pissed him off. There was no way he wanted Alex like that. He had never even kind of looked at Alex like that.

Well, there was that dream that one time... Okay, that happened more than once. But that was normal when you spent every day with someone, right? Besides, he never thought about it while he was awake. That summer they went swimming and Michael got so burnt that Alex, while at all states of undress, kept touching him just to leave handprints on his red skin, typically his bare thighs, absolutely did not count.

"Call me?" Alex's pitstop said, stealing Michael out of the train of thought that was only getting worse. Was there a reason he always remembered so much whenever they got drunk and Alex impulsively got naked?

"Um," Alex said, "Sure, maybe. Bye."

Michael slowly slid the door of the balcony more than the crack it already was, pushing himself inside so he could have a talk with Alex.

"Oh, hey, didn't know you were home," Alex said when he came in, flashing that warm smile of his. He was in nothing but his briefs which was normal enough. They'd always been comfortable around each other like that. Now, though, Michael wanted to crawl out of his skin.

"Yeah, how could you? You were a little busy fucking some strange guy," Michael said casually, a little bit more venom than was really warranted. Alex's eyebrows tugged together in confusion.

"I mean, he's not that strange. He's in my stats class," Alex said, eyeing him slightly, "What crawled up your ass?"

"Nothing, sorry," Michael said, looking away as he clenched and unclenched his fists. He focused on what Isobel said about talking to him about it being bothersome. "But, uh, can we talk?"

"What's up?" Alex asked, still staring all skeptically. Michael looked back at him.

"I don't like when you bring guys over all the time. I feel like I'm being kicked out of my own house just so you can get laid by some guy with no standards,” Michael told him. He watched hurt settle into Alex’s pretty features and he wanted to take whatever he said that caused it back, but he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to. He did want Alex to stop being so ridiculous with the people he brought over.

“No standards, huh?” Alex asked.

“Is that all you got from what I said?” Michael scoffed, shaking his head, “Look, I’m just tired of seeing you with guys, Alex.”

“You’ve made out with girls in front of me,” Alex shot back, “Like, if I remember correctly, that was half of high school. Why can’t I have fun?”

“You can, I’m not saying you can, I just don’t want to see or hear it,” Michael said. Alex stared at him for a few seconds too long all the way up until tears started brimming his eyes and he looked away.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll stop,” Alex said, quickly walking towards his room.

Before Michael could even think about what he was doing, he reached out and grabbed Alex’s arm to keep him from going to hide.

“Why are you upset? I’m just asking for you to be considerate that you don’t live alone,” Michael told him. Alex turned to face him, anger etched onto his eyebrows.

“You know what I’m hearing? I’m hearing you say that you’re fine with me being gay as long as you don’t have to see it, the same fucking bullshit homophobes say. I thought you were my friend.”

“I am your friend, doesn’t mean I wanna hear you sleeping with someone else!”

Alex scoffed, “Someone else? What do you mean, someone else? What, you’re cool with hearing me having sex as long as it’s with myself? That’s fucking weird, Guerin.”

“No!” he groaned, pulling his hands to himself and pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. Again, he was forced to think about the other part of Isobel’s statement. He could hear her voice, hear her mocking him about his stupid fucking Freudian slip. “I-I’m confused.”

Alex stayed for a long moment, giving Michael ample time to explain himself. Except he didn’t fucking know how. He didn't know anything.

"Confused about what?" Alex asked softly. Michael sucked in a deep breath as he thought about it. What was he jealous of?

"Isobel said I sounded jealous," Michael admitted. Again, silence.

Silence.

"Jealous of what?" he asked. Michael breathed, keeping it as controlled as humanly possible. "Jealous of what, Guerin?"

“I don’t know! She just told me a few minutes ago!” Michael said, his words coming out a sheer whine. He managed to pull his hands away from his eyes just to see Alex staring at him like he was fragile. He wasn’t. Was he? “I don’t know. I just know I hate seeing you with guys and I didn’t used to hate it. I used to be happy for you. Now... I feel sick.”

Alex gulped so hard Michael could see it. Then he looked at Michael, really looked at him, fixing him with a simple look.

“Okay. I think we should both sleep on this new information and then talk about it tomorrow. You need to at least get somewhere on your own that I can work with. I can’t... I can’t, like, force you to know what you’re feeling. You need to find a way to articulate it, okay?” Alex told him. Michael nodded.

Alex took a step forward, giving him a hug goodnight before slipping back into his bedroom. Michael went to his own room, feeling more drained than ever as he crawled into bed.

He laid there for hours, tossing and turning and thinking. By the time morning came, he was exhausted even more, but he knew one thing.

He was absolutely in love with Alex Manes.

#malex #malex fic #michael guerin #alex manes #roswell new mexico #my fic #prompts #college au prompts

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dakotacrisis · 4 years

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Deal’s End (3)

Marinette makes a deal.

(Read on AO3)

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Getting used to a demonic roommate was not as hard as Marinette thought. He was like a regular roommate but on occasion he would play some juvenile prank to get a laugh. It was easy enough to quell him when he started getting restless. All she had to do was grab him something chocolatey from the bakery and he’d settle down.

Felix had even been good about obeying the rules she set down. He hadn’t shown up in her bed again and while he still bothered her a tad while she was working it was nowhere near as bad. In order to entertain himself he had taken to working his way through her YA novels. He’d come up to her quoting dramatically from some of them when he found a good or cheesy line. One such incident he had popped into the room to deliver one of his line reads while Marinette was changing and she chucked a shoe at him.

During their free time together they would discuss this deal she needed to make. Any loophole she thought she found Felix shot down. Any wishes Felix suggested Marinette was not interested in. It was a tedious process of trying to find a middle ground.

Honestly the worst thing about all of it was that because Felix was around her all the time at school everyone was gossiping about them. Marinette asked Alya what it was everyone was saying and apparently all of her peers thought that they were dating and that if they weren’t they should be.

That tid bit of information almost sent Marinette off the deep end. If everyone thought that her and Felix were a thing then what did Adrien think? She didn’t want her crush thinking she was taken! This was a nightmare!

“Love?” Felix watched Marinette gently hit her head against a library bookshelf. “I think you are being a tad melodramatic about this.”

“The love of my life thinks I’m dating you! I am being the perfect amount of dramatic!” She snapped without pausing in her metronomic self punishment.

“And what is so bad about dating me? According to Alya and the rest of the school I am your type. Why not just accept the inevitable? You’ve fallen in love with me.” He draped himself over her like a dramatic soap opera star.

“Shut up.” She tried to push him off.

“Is that the reason you haven’t made a wish? Cause you know I’ll have to leave after?” he hugged her to him squishing her face into his chest, “You gotta try and move on from me. You gotta be strong, love. A human and a demon just can’t be!”

“Felix!” her shout was muffled by his chest. “Let go of me!”

“There there, cry it out. This is a no shame zone.” He patted her head.

“Get off!” she shoved him away. “I am not in love with you! This is the kinda crap that makes everyone think we are actually a couple. Stop it!”

“Are you always such a stick in the mud?”

“I think I’m gonna add a fourth rule. No invading my personal space!”

“And the answer to my question is a resounding, yes. It’s just a joke. Lighten up.” He wrapped an arm around her and steered her out of the library. “If it means that much to you I’ll let your precious crush know that I am in fact not crawling up on you when we go home. Okay?”

“Why do you have to say it like that?”

“I’m sorry if my people skills leave little to be desired. I can’t help how some of things I say turn out. I served fifty years as sex demon. Twenty five incubus. Twenty five succubus.”

“That is something I really didn’t need to know about you but also explains a lot.”

“That line of work does something to you. There’s only so many times you can quietly await your summoner while being tied up naked to a bed and slathered in exotic butters--”

“Felix.” She cut him off before he could get into further detail. “I cannot stress how much I do not want to know about your past as a sex demon. I got a good enough picture already and I wish I didn’t. Could that be my wish? Could I wish that I never heard about you being covered in butter?”

“Oh please, that was nowhere near the weirdest summons I ever had. There was this one time this lady brought a goat into the bedroom because she--”

“Don’t want to know! Seriously am not interested in whatever it is you were about to say.”

“I don’t blame you. I can never look at goats the same way again.” Felix stared off into the distance as if he was reliving some awful memory.

“Snap out of it.” She peeled his arm off. “We have one more class and then we can go home. Try to keep it together until then.”

“I’ll try but I opened the floodgates and now everything is coming back to me.” he shivered, “I’m not one ot kink shame but I don’t even remember being in Guatemala. How did I end up there? I’m pretty sure I was supposed to be in Argentina that night.”

“Calm down.” Marinette pulled a chocolate bar out of her bag and handed it to him. “Eat this. Pull yourself together.”

Marinette sat down at her desk. Felix hopped on the corner of her desk and ate his chocolate. The rest of the class filtered in. Felix caught sight of Adrien and shot Marinette a wicked smile before hopping off her desk and walking up to him.

Oh dear, this might have been a mistake. She couldn’t hear what was being said but they were both smiling so it couldn’t have been too bad. Then of course she was dealing with a demon. Why would anything he did be anything but bad?

Suddenly the pair of them looked over at Marinette. Oh god, why were they looking at her? They laughed a moment and parted to their seats. Adrien flashed her a smile that sent her heart racing.

On the walk back home she grabbed Felix by the elbow. “What did you say to him?”

“So quick to judge. I told mister model that we are not dating despite what the entire populus of your peers may think.”

“You were laughing. Why were you laughing?”

“I told him a joke. I’m really funny.”

“Felix!”

“Calm down. It wasn’t anything bad. I may have actually helped you in your fruitless endeavor to snare your green eyed boy toy.”

“Fruitless?” Marinette scoffed.

“Yes. Fruitless. Meaning also, useless.”

“That is not for you to judge!”

“Sure it is.” They entered the bakery and grabbed their snacks before heading upstairs. Felix had convinced the students at school and her parents that he had moved into the apartment across from theirs to throw off any suspicion.

“Listen, how long have you had a crush on this guy?”

“A while…” Marinette muttered.

“Give me a number.”

“Two years.”

“Two years?” Felix gawked, “And he is still just a guy you have a crush on? Have you even tried telling him that you like him?”

“I mean I’ve tried but I always end up chickening out or I forget to sign the card or--”

“And this is why I said your endeavors were useless. You sit there waiting for this guy to fall in love with you without putting any actual effort in. It kinda makes me wonder if you even like him at all.”

“Of course I like him! I love him!” She fell back on her chaise.

“Or maybe,” Felix hovered above her, “You’re using him as a pretty place holder to project your dreams of romantic love onto. You want a relationship but you’re so scared of rejection that you’d rather live in your novels and songs about love without ever taking the risk to actually find some for yourself.”

“What do you know! You don’t know anything about me!”

“I wager in the week I’ve been bound by your side I’ve learned more about you then Adrien-eyes-as-green-as-matcha-tea-Agreste has in two years of you pining from the sidelines.”

“Shut up!”

“Oooh, or maybe even further the problem isn’t that you’re scared of rejection at all. The problem is you’ve built up this expectation of what you hope a relationship with him is like. Everything is so perfect and quaint in that fantasy world of yours that if you were to actually date him it would all come crashing down. You’re scared of losing the fantasy because you know you’ve built up an impossible dream in your head and the knowledge that it can and never will be like that hurts more than him saying no ever could.”

“I said shut up!” She threw her backpack at him. “Who are you to come into my life and say you know me? Say that you understand my heart? I have no preconceptions when it comes to Adrien. I know what kind of a person he is and I love who he is. He isn’t perfect but he has my respect for being one of the most kind and understanding people I’ve ever met. His home life is anything but great and I can tell it hurts him a lot of the time but he pushes forward with a smile on his face. He could have grown up bitter and angry at the world but he chose to see beauty where he could. That’s the boy I love. Not whatever bullshit you’re spouting!”

“Then do something about it!” he yelled in her face, “You can’t expect everyone else to do the work for you!”

“I’m not--”

“Wait.”

“No! I will not stand here and--”

“Seriously, shut up!” he covered her mouth. “Thinking.”

“Mmmm!” She pried his hand off, “Felix--”

“I got it!” he threw his arms up to the sky. “I am a genius!”

“Good for you, genius.” Marinette picked up her bag and pulled out her homework. “Now how about you go haunt the neighbors and let me work.”

“Nope!” He pulled her out of her chair and spun her around, “I know what you are going to wish for. I cannot believe I didn’t think of this sooner. You are gonna love me for this.”

“How about you tell me what it is I am supposed to be wishing for and then maybe I won’t jam this pen through your eye.” Marinette held up her glittery pink gel pen. “You have pissed me off enough in the last five minutes. I just might follow through.”

“Geez, fine,” He set her down. “Do your friends know how violent you are?”

“None of my friends have ever threatened to reap my soul.”

“Not to your knowledge.”

“Felix!”

“Okay.” He pulled the picture of Adrien off her wall. “Here we have your dream guy. You love him. You want him. You gotta have him. Summer is on the way and you need some summer loving in the sun--”

“Yes. We know this part. Move on.” Marinette sighed.

“There is a way for you to get him without forcing him to fall in love with you via the usual deal.” Felix went on to explain. “So I am willing to provide my services to this end.”

“Huh?”

“I can be your love doctor! Your hype man! I can be your cupid dispensing love arrows and condoms from on high!”

“One, I’m fifteen. Two, please be simpler in your words.”

“I don’t use my powers to influence Adrien but rather my words. I talk to him, make you look so damn desirable that he cannot help but fall in love with you. The feelings would be natural so you’d know it was real and instead of reaping your soul I collect something of a smaller price. What do you say?”

“Is your grand idea that I should wish for you to be my wingman?” This was his genius idea?

“Yes!”

“No.”

“Why not? You are not asking for Adrien to be in love with you against his will. You are asking for my services to help him along his way.”

“What does a demon know about love?” She asked.

“Nothing. But I do know a little something about attraction and pheromones and how often people confuse that crap with love.”

“This is your sales pitch? Drawing on your sex demon days?”

“There’s a reason all demons have to do it. Makes us smarter and also scars us for life. Well, except for those that choose to stay that way after the appointed time period. Woo, you do not want to get into a birds and the bees talk with them.” That haunted look was back in his eyes.

“Felix, you’re drifting again.”

He snapped back to the present. “Think about it. You want this guy but you’re too damn timid to make any moves on your own. What you need is confirmation that he likes you first. What if I could get you that confirmation? I approach him as a friend, you get mentioned randomly in the conversation. He learns more about you, a chance encounter gets him spending more time with you, a little time and maybe a low cut top and you’ll have him on his knees proposing by the end of the week.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“There is a test out there that claims you can make two strangers fall in love with thirty six questions. It really is that simple.”

“Didn’t you say the deal had to be for something I really wanted?”

“And this is….from a technical standpoint. You want me to be your wingman cause it will help Adrien fall in love with you. Hence you are not asking for love but assistance. A deal like that will take five years off your life at most.”

“Five years? What if I’m supposed to die at twenty two and end up dying at seventeen because of this?”

“What if you’re meant to die at ninety and you end up dying at eighty five?” Felix shrugged, “Any second could be your last. If you die young you die young. If you die old you die old. That’s the thing about being mortal, you never know when it’s going to happen. You could live a full life or you could get hit by a bus tomorrow crossing the street. It’s not like I’m asking for thirty of forty years off your life. I’m asking for five which is a hell of a discount by demon standards.”

“I don’t know.” Marinette curled into herself, “It seems sketchy.”

“You are making a deal with a demon. It’s gonna be plenty sketchy.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, “Marinette, you need to understand that what I am offering you is incredibly generous as far as demon dealings go. In any other circumstance I would have worn you down with ploys and temptations until you were desperate enough to make your deepest wish. I’d collect your soul and be on my way. I could go and twist your words into making it sound like you made a wish and, again, be on my way.”

“Then why haven’t you?”

“Because I am bored all the time. Centuries as a demon can get monotonous and messing with you and arguing with you is the most fun I’ve had in over three hundred years. Finding a middle ground is not in my nature but I liked the challenge. So here we are. I have found the middle ground. You are not going to have a better offer. So what do you say?” He held out his hand to her.

She tucked her hands closer to her sides. “Can I sleep on it?”

He sighed and dropped his hand back to his side. “If you must. But I will need an answer tomorrow. I already received a message from my bosses telling me I’m taking too long on you. If I don’t strike a deal soon then they’re gonna take me out and put someone else in my place and trust me, there are others that are a million times worse than me.”

“I got it.” Marinette nodded, “I promise I’ll have an answer in the morning.”

“Good.” He slumped into her desk chair, “Now can we play a game of Mecha Strike? I promise not to break the controller this time.”

“Sure.” Marinette sat down next to him.

The night went on and Marinette’s decision weighed heavily on her mind. She made a list of pros and cons but it didn’t help much. Was she really willing to give up five years of her life in exchange for letting Felix be her wingman? It didn’t seem like a fair deal.

Then again it’s been a week. All her other ideas were no good and if what Felix said was the truth then she could end up with a much less patient demon. She hadn’t exactly thought about how lucky she must have been to summon the one demon that she could shut up with eclairs. Whoever came after him had to be a thing of nightmares.

Then there was her thoughts about how Adrien fit into all of this. Felix said he wouldn’t use his demonic powers to influence Adrien. Any feelings for her that Adrien developed would be real. All she had to do was trust that Felix knew what he was doing.

She tossed and turned all night and woke up the next day looking and feeling like crap. Felix had been quiet the entire morning and as she was walking to school he disappeared entirely. A shot of fear ran through her as she thought maybe he had been called away and a new demon was about to appear to reap her soul.

Marinette walked into the school and caught sight of a blonde head. For a moment she breathed out in relief thinking it was Felix but it was only Adrien. And Adrien was talking to a cute girl. Marinette couldn’t place where he’d seen her before but she looked familiar. Had to be from another class. The red headed girl seemed awfully comfortable with Adrien and he wasn’t shying away from her either when she touched his arm.

‘You sit there waiting for this guy to fall in love with you without putting any actual effort in.’ Felix’s words from last night filtered through her mind. ‘It kinda makes me wonder if you even like him at all.’

The girl walked away and Marinette stayed rooted in her spot across the courtyard watching as Adrien watched the red head leave. Was this really her fault?

“NEAR! FAR! Wherever you are!” Felix came up behind her singing loudly for all to hear. “I believe that the heart does go ooooooooooooooooon!”

“Shut it!” she clamped a hand over his mouth. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little relieved to see he was still around. “Why are you singing.”

He licked her hand. “Ew!” And the relief was gone. She wiped her hand off on his shirt.

“What? I couldn’t talk with you covering my mouth. Anyways, I was watching you from the steps and decided your obvious pining could do with some musical accompaniment. Did you not like it? I have others.”

“No. You plague my life enough with your presence I don’t need you to start adding incidental music.” Marinette watched as Adrien walked towards the classroom. “I thought about what you said last night.”

“You got an answer for me?” Felix asked, the playfulness was gone replaced with a seriousness she wasn’t used to from him.

“I’ll do it. It’s the best I’m gonna get after all, right?”

“Right you are.” He pulled a piece of paper out of his bag. It was the bloody design Marinette had accidentally summoned Felix with. He turned it over to the blank side. The drops of blood seeped through the page and spread out to form words. “Here is our contract. It states that in exchange for my services to help Adrien fall in love with you, or at the very least make him your boyfriend, you are willing to give up five years of your life.”

Marinette took the contract and read over the bloody words carefully. “What’s this?” she pointed near the bottom, “A money back guarantee?”

“Our deals are supposed to better your living life. If for some reason you are not satisfied with your wish during your life then it is rescinded and the contract is void.” Felix said. “But people are usually quite content with their lot while they’re living so we don’t do a lot of refunds.”

“That’s a little reassuring.” Marinette pulled a pen out of her backpack. “Sign on the dotted line?”

She signed her name. The pink ink glowed for a moment before turning black on the paper. Felix tucked the contract back in his bag and held out his hand. “Looks like we have a deal.”

Marinette took a deep breath and grasped his outstretched hand. “Yes we do.”

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slasherscream · 5 years

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what would your headcanons be w/ a poly relationship with both jennifer check & josh from until dawn?

A/N: can't express ENOUGH how much this idea fucking SLAPS

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Listen.... the prime time for this pairing is #obviously when they are both monsters because this is the ultimate monster couple w/ side of human s/o.

Josh is still partially wendigo and trying to recover from ... literally everything that has ever happened to him ever and Jennifer is recently sans a best friend and any support system.

They're both so fucking lonely and then along comes you.

Josh meets you and you're stable and sweet, and don't stare too long at his scars and sharp teeth. You treat him like he’s normal. You make him feel normal.

Jennifer meets you and you immediately sense something sad in her. Everyone around you was awe-struck by her beauty, by her unnatural aura of power and charm but you took one look at her face and asked, "are you okay?"

They're both madly in love with you before you can so much as blink and you’re kinda clueless for the most part??

At least you might not know josh is in love with you/interested in you.

Jennifer you'll be trying to tell yourself she couldn't possibly mean any of the flirting she always does with you (she totally means it). That's just how she is with everyone (absolutely false, it's different with you). But she’s just so insistent that you’re like...Hmmm... Nervous About This Certainly.

You probably safely assume Jennifer wants to sleep with you, though you can't wrap your head around why, but it's a lot more than that.

It's a long while before they meet each other and when they do their hackles are raised all the way up.

Josh might not be full wendigo but he's still plenty supernatural enough to sense that there's something seriously wrong with Jennifer.

Meanwhile Jennifer almost went full on demonic succubus in the middle of the fucking sidewalk when she turned the corner and saw you with your hand wrapped around this fucking... creature's, arm.

They're staring each other down and Josh has moved himself slightly in front of you which instantly made Jennifer even more angry!!!

You might be a human but even you can sense bad vibes and you're like .... uh guys..... this is my friend Josh and this is my friend Jennifer.... we were headed to lunch Jen?? Want to join us??

And they're both fucking horrified and annoyed!! What are you? Some magnet for evil?? But Jennifer jumps on the offer because there's no way she's leaving you alone with whatever the fuck Josh is and now Josh is firmly using himself as a barricade so she can't get anywhere near you-

Honestly because of his own ...condition he can probably see glimpses of Jennifer's real form like Needy was able to which is awful considering his mental health issues but !! At least with his wendigo instincts he can firmly tell he's not going crazy and that this absolute 10 standing before him is indeed something as fucked up as he is.

When they part ways with you it's all smiles and promises that you're all gonna hang out as a group again-

As soon as you're gone they turn on each other full blown! Josh is screeching and Jennifer has her whole demon mouth open!

By some miracle they don't kill each other but it's a very near thing.

They did probably beat each other up viciously but thank god for fast monster healing so they don't have to explain why they look like they got mugged to you.

For awhile it's them just always being around you because they want to make sure the other doesn't eat you or some shit ...

But eventually they realize how nice it is to hang out with another "person" without their brain going 'that is prey. you're wasting time talking to food??'

Also their personalities align fucking fantastically. Once they care enough to try bonding when you're not around they realize that.

They're both life of the party, most popular kids in school type people (or they were before copious amounts of trauma) but just different enough that they won't constantly piss each other off. Alpha demon couple much??

Jennifer will help Josh to become more like his old self with her nonchalant attitude regarding the fucked up stuff that happened to them 'so what we're demons now? or i'm a demon and you're whatever the fuck. who wants to be a shitty human?' and that absolute confidence is just gonna get to him eventually!!

Sure Jen is a monster but she's living her best life and maybe he can start to do that too?? It'd be eye-opening for him

For Jen's part of why she's tolerating Josh instead of trying to murder him? She might be a stone cold bitch but she was once a girl who got cult sacrificed so some motherfuckers could become the next imagine dragons. Meeting some guy who also used to be a lot like her and also wound up a lot like her (totally fucked up) is a comfort she hadn’t known she wanted. There's still a part of her deep down that wants companionship and before you she wasn't getting it at all. Now she has you and Josh and it's ....nice.

Meanwhile you LOVE that your best friends are best friends now and bringing out new sides of each other. Jennifer seems happier and Josh seems to have less of a weight on his shoulders.

You're gonna find out what they are eventually and that's what brings you all together as a couple?? Instead of a strange bestie group??

They're expecting horror and disgust and to lose all that beautiful understanding and love you've been providing them for months now but the rejection never comes??

It's such a relief one of them starts crying. It's Josh. Josh starts crying. Jennifer just has to take a few shaky breaths.

She's fine don't fucking like...look at her or whatever. Comfort Washington. She's gonna go order some pizza so you can eat that and she and Josh can eat the pizza man. What's better than comfort food after a rough talk?

After the secrets are out in the open it's only a matter of time before they relationship trap you. They just, frankly, need you around because even though they're a little in love with each other you're the entire fucking center of this new little world they're building. Without you it just isn't worth it.

When they finally kiss you it will be so desperate and frenzied. Like they’ll never get to touch you or be with you again.

Josh pulling you into his lap and mouthing at your throat as carefully as he can while whispering ‘I love you's’ against your thrumming pulse. Jennifer's kiss starting out domineering, her grip on your hair so tight like she's afraid you're going to push her away, like you won't want her. But you relax so easily against her, and she moans into your mouth and touches your face gently like she's checking your real-

It's an incredible relationship to be apart of because you will literally never, ever be alone again.

#jennifer check x reader #josh washington x reader #jennifer check x reader x josh washington #jonathan from queer eye vc: Oh My God Its Totally Fine why am i crying #bro i....this is so fucking the PEAK #i....listen no listen everybody shut up....only send me requests for these two now this is peak relationship performance

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mattmercerisgod · 5 years

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what's the headcannon

Okay but can you imagine being an NPC in the world of Vox Machina. Like, maybe you're an isolated farmer or something and you're whole town gets fucking vored by dragons, but since you live outside of the town you're safe. And you just watch as these dragons start to infest the empty town and the surrounding area, and you're scared to stay but don't have the means to leave. And one day, maybe years after the initial incident, you're out farming when a dragon swoops overhead and it spots you, and that's it, you're fucking dead, but then.

Then. A fucking tiny little white thing gets hurled at it, and it lands next to you and holy shit that's a person and there's more of them, one of them is on a broom and the other has wings holy shit you're all going to die. And then they beat the fucking dragon and turn to you to ask you if you wanted any of it's scales. And you just stare at them and kind of follow dumbly behind as they leave the town.

And because you're stupid and broke and because your house burned down in the chaos you follow them and get killed, maimed, or eaten too many times for your simplistic neutral good sensibilities to handle. And maybe it comes to a head at some point, or Vox Machina does something really fucking dumb, and you just can't take it anymore.

So you hightail it the fuck out of there like a sensible person and get to a town far away from them. And it's fine and dandy because the innkeeper is mildly sympathetic. It's great, really, until you're talking to the librarian and he just, stops. Blinks at you. walks away. and you ask around about his deal but all you learn is that he's new in town but so are you

The next evening the guy comes up to you at the tavern with a story, and he tells you how his sister fought valiantly with Vox Machina and got herself killed by a fucking succubus or something. And your heart goes out to the guy and you share stories and it turns out you both have a lot in common so you decide that hey, it's cheaper to share a room.

You both talk and decide to go to Emon to try and find work and maybe help with the rebuilding (but the gold definitely wouldn't hurt). You gather up your meagre belongings for the journey and start to make your way, both of you praying that you never again cross paths with Vox Machina again.

Somewhere along the line you become really close friends with the guy and trade stories over the fire about the mighty and disastrous Vox Machina. You laugh, and you cry, and you bond quite a bit.

And one morning you wake up to the guy laughing with a woman, and he introduces you to the woman with wonder in his eyes and it's his sister, she's been revived by the tiny white child, apparently she's a cleric and not just a living cannonball.

So you keep traveling towards Emon and you're a little hesitant about this new chick because due to recent events (read: Vox Machina) you've learned to be a little wary of people.

But one night you and her are on watch and the guy is asleep and you're staring at the fire all dramatic-like and she just slams a fist down on her open palm.

"I've got it," she goes and you look at her kinda funny because uh, what?

Some confused noise must escape you because she turns to you from the log she's sitting on and smiles.

"We should start a support group," she says with a swig of her flask. And okay, that's not technically the weirdest thing she's ever said, but uh, what?

"Support group?" you ask. "For what?"

She eyes you disbelievingly. "'For what,'" she mimics, rolling her eyes. "For surviving Vox Machina, that's what."

You roll your eyes and laugh, but for some reason the idea sticks. You're all deeply fucked up from Vox Machina (good though they might be, trauma isn't inherently evil so it really only makes sense that they'd cause some), why not be fucked up together?

Eventually you and your dude friend and his sister decide to go through the steps to make it official. The sister even becomes a liscensed psychologist. "I knew I got that degree for something," she'd say over a bottle of wine, laughing near-hysterically.

And finally, after far too much trekking, the three of you make it to Emon. And the place is a disaster, most people gone and the few remaining trying to rebuild and recover what they can.

You sigh, and make youway towards the inn. Along the way, the three of you stumble across a child trapped under a piece of a fallen building. She's screaming for help and you're not sure you want to lend it but then you see the blood pooling around her face and the "good" part of your classification kicks into gear. You and your two friends join forces and drag the child out of the rubble and to the nearest group of people. They're a group of search-and-rescuers, it turns out, and they hire you on the spot.

Can you image the look of horror on your own face as you pull out pieces of charred and crushed limbs or, Istus forbid, an entire corpse. The work itself is grueling, and along with the trauma it only takes you three a couple of days before you decide it just isn't worth it.

So you leave quietly, simply telling your boss of your resignation on the last day. You all go together, for good measure. But your boss doesn't yell or demand payment or anything. He just sighs and invites the three of you for a drink. He tells you about his family, a little girl and a little boy and his blind wife, who didn't make it. He drones about his neighbors and the butcher who's son ran away for dreams of heroics. You all listen because it's the polite thing to do and your friend only falls asleep a little throughout the story.

Then he gets to the darker bits. He tells you about a woman who came through who said the dragons were sent by a dark and sinister group. A group called Vox Machina.

The sister laughs before you can respond. She chuckles and giggles and heaves. Then, when she wipes the tears from her eyes, she looks your (ex-) boss right in the face and tells him no.

"Vox Machina did a lot of shit to the world. Did a lot of shit to me, too. But this?" She gestures over to a fallen schoolhouse. "I bet my life they didn't do this."

You find yourself nodding. "They were fighting dragons at my village. Don't know what'd make them do this."

The man looks unsure of himself. He looks young, despite the lines of worry and fear driven into his face and he looks so, so lost.

"Hey," you start to say, because you're stupid. "Why don't you come with us?"

He sighs. "I have a dog. Used to be my wife's service dog, that Clover. I can't leave her here, but she's only got three legs."

Your friend perks up. "I love dogs. We can take her... And you, of course."

And that's how you, your friend, your friend's sister, your ex-boss, and his dog named Clover decide to go to Whitestone.

"Why Whitestone?" you ask when your boss suggests it.

"It's where those bumbling buffoons are based," he goes, and he can only mean Vox Machina. "We'll learn the truth and have more people to join," he says, because obviously you've let him in on the support group. (Clover is an honorary member and a therapy animal.)

So you trek there and only almost die getting there twice (which is a new low-record).

Whitestone is...perfect. It's strong, firmly built, tall but not loomy, and it rinds you of the town you used to live by. Of the town you used to live in.

And there are dozens of new members. The librarians have there own Vox Machina support club that your friend gladly joins, the guard has one too, and you take in at least ten new members every day for the first week. Long story, short story, Vox Machina are pretty good at fucking people up.

Your old boss, for his part, finds his answers in the form of a young blonde boy who sighs at the questions of Vox Machina's morals. He sighs and lays his head against the doorframe, looking far too tired for his age.

"I.. My father used to be a butcher, down in Emon," he starts and you all pause. None of you have told anyone about your work in Emon or the story about the heroic butcher's son. Because of this, you listen, and you hear the horrors of Anna Ripley and the betrayal of the young blonde soldier.

That night, Kynan Leore becomes a member.

It's only a week later that the people tell you. One of the lower-class merchants who lost an eye in the protests of the Briarwoods, looks at your flyer for the group and shakes her head.

"It's not that it ain't a great idea, hon. Bit you gotta know it ain't smart, making a club for that when the ruler of Whitestone is who she is."

Shit. You ask her and learn with slowly dawning horror the identity of one Lady Cassandra, sister to Percival de Rolo, the gunslinger of Vox Machina. Fuck. You are unbelievably screwed.

You talk to your crew and you all contemplate leaving but eventually you decide to stay. Still, you live in fear of the day you meet Cassandra Johanna von Mussel Klossowski de Rolo and you avoid anywhere near the castle grounds like it's got Vox Machina in it - which, considering the Lady de Rolo's family, it just might.

Eventually, it all comes to a head.

Maybe it's because an employee of the castle wants to meet but can only do so on the job, but for whatever reason, you have to go to the castle and no one else can make it. So you go, hesitant and beyond terrified of the Lady of the House of Whitestone, and you talk to the servant and maybe they join and you see Kynan Leore on the way out and you start up a conversation and then he looks behind you and pales a little and

"Kynan. Is this one of the people you were telling me about?" someone, definitely female, asks, and Kynan looks so apologetic and you're suddenly certain that this is Cassandra de Rolo, and that's it, you're all dead, you survived the dragons but you can't survive the vehement sister.

You turn around slowly.

It is Cassandra de Rolo, and she's...actually younger than you'd thought. Far younger, but just as terrifying. She leads you firmly to a seat and you, Kynan, and her all sit down for a cup of tea.

You're shaking in your boots. This isn't a game, like it might've been in the beginning. You could get killed for your group, and you can't help but feel that'd be a stupid way to die.

Eventually, after much hesitation, the Ruler of Whitestone lowers her cup, looks you dead in the eye, and sighs a long sigh.

"I hate to ask this," she starts, and this is it, you're done for, and oh fuck your friends are gonna be so mad, Clover's gonna kick your ass so hard with all three of her legs oh fuck

"But, I heard about you all from Kynan, and... Well, are you still accepting new members?"

And yes, yes you are.

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trixcuomo · 4 years

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4. Slay Dalaran City Clinic

((Part four of the craziest Kael’thas fangirl story I intend to write! Get ready for the ultimate Trixany-Gaga parody... 10 min read, 18+ for sexual themes.))

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When I look back on my life in Outland, it’s not that I don’t want to see things with Kael’thas exactly as they happened. It’s just that I prefer to see them in a happier way. And you know, the way that the new me, the carefree Kaja-Cola Girl I had to become might experience these things is more honest because my better self invented it.

Clinical psylosophy, if you ask that Forsaken guy near Durnholde Keep, tells us that trauma is the ultimate killer. My people faced extinction. We lost our king, our way of life was nearly obliterated. And in a mad attempt to recover it all on his own, we ultimately lost our beloved Prince Kael’thas.

And then the Void Elves… To me, it still feels we might lose ourselves forever.

It’s like my life in Quel’thalas, today, is this broken mirror. And as the owner of that mirror, I’ve tried to fit the pieces back together. Make it perfect, clear again. But I can still see the crack in that mother fucker’s reflection.

It’s not that, ‘Trixany, by becoming a Kaja-Cola Girl, and a parody singer—which sounds so spectacularly weird in a way—and then getting high in Pandaria with a succubus to re-live moments with Kael’thas, when you’re supposed to be a righteous Blood Knight and follower of the Light… you’ve been so dishonest.’

No. It’s just that Blood Knight Trixany Cuomo loathes her reality.

For example, the Dalaran nurses here at the clinic? To me, they all have these super short, fashionable skirts on, with their tops open to the navel. And every one of them looks like Kael’thas Sunstrider.

And Kael’s shoes?

I’ve always wanted him to show off those legs, so he’s in white platform stilettoes.

I know what kind of world this is, I don’t care. I’m not talkin’ bout the weapon.

I tipped all the Kael’thas nurses’ hats to the side, because I need this to feel like another delicious, dirty dream. Like the one in back Pandaria…

And also because that’s more romantic, better than being admitted to the Dalaran City Clinic by a Night Elf stranger who found me hallucinating alone in the woods.

I also think people making cute meme fanart of Kael’thas will be very big in the next expansion.

Check out that Kael’thas nurse on the right, the one opening the door for my stretcher to go through. He’s got a great ass.

…Bam.

The truth is, back in the Ghostlands, when I mistook that Night Elf Dannox for Kael’thas because Dannox was standing in a sunbeam, and then he groped me? I came out of it, at least I think that I did, then I mauled Dannox like a she-bear. Bit right into his arm with my teeth, like the civilized, highly-trained fighter for the Light that I am.

Oh, there Dannox is now. He’s following the team of Kael nurses as they wheel me into the intensive care ward. Poor baby, whatever I did to his arm, he’s got it in a sling now.

And that Kel’thas nurse on the left? I asked him to order me some fel crystals mixed into a tall, icy glass of Kaja-Cola a couple of hours ago.

They only gave me the Kaja-Cola.

I wish that, back at Tempest Keep, they’d only given Kael’thas the Kaja-Cola.

Oh, here’s the head nurse. Looks like I know him pretty well already.

“Hi again, Kael’thas. You look lovely in that. The gold phoenix stethoscope was a nice touch.”

“I know. I’m a little scared, but then again I do look damned good, don’t I?” I watched him look down over the hot little outfit, “I’m such a clotheshorse too, Trix. I can’t believe slutty women’s fashion is a new thing for me.”

“Mhrm. You should let me dress you in my hallucinations more often.”

“Well, in any case,” He very deliberately and professionally removed my hand from his leg, “Good morning, Bloodthistle princess. How are you feeling?”

“Pretty horny.” Well, that was far more deadpan and threatening than I intended.

“Uh-huh. And anything other than the obvious?” Nurse-daddy Kael’thas did let me reach up and play at twining his long blonde hair in my weakling fingers. He smiled pleasantly at my devoted effort to flirt, even now. Then he went on checking the equipment, magical meters and tubing by my bed. I enjoyed watching him bend over to do all this for me, “Everything went really well, Trixany. You survived the Ghostlands with that Night Elf. Then, you survived Tempest Keep with me.”

“Isn’t that… somehow out of order?”

“Look at you. I remember back when they first assigned you to be my body guard at Tempest Keep. And you saluted me.”

I suddenly felt like screaming at him. Small miracle that I didn’t. I felt like I was out of my body already, with rage, with pain. I was losing control of even sweet this…

“And do you remember what you said to me back then? Trixany?”

“My life for my prince… Except my prince was supposed to be a great man. Back then, I thought my zealotry was warranted.”

“I did what I had to do. You were a Sunfury, you knew that.”

“Kael’thas, you lied to all of us.” Then, in a spark of anger, I don’t know how, I finally found the strength to lunge at him. But two more duplicates of Nurse Kael’thas held me, slammed me down. He then gestured, and a fourth blonde princely nurse strutted up with a syringe. All sharing his wicked, wonderful crooked grin. I kicked out, kicked over a silver tray by my cot. Dannox staggered back, cradling his arm. Twisted silver implements I’d never seen in Silvermoon, nor in all my life fell to the floor, scattered.

But Nurse Kael’thas came in and injected something clear blue into my arm. I slowed. I eased off.

I heard Kael’thas speak with Dannox, while the fifth clone of this crazed, resurrected Bloodmage had a clipboard, taking notes. A dull magical hum swelled in the room.

“Her heart rate is a little low. But that’s Miss Cuomo coming off the Bloodthistle…” Dannox nodded as if this was totally usual, for Kael’thas in heels, a slinky miniskirt, buff chest exposed and accented by a hanging gold stethoscope to be providing medical advice. “She’s just dehydrated now. A few more hours of rest here in the clinic should help.”

Dannox seemed sincerely worried. I assumed he’d dragged me way out to Dalaran out of guilt, or for fear of a bunch of angry Farstriders hunting him down. At least then, he could say he tried and he’d be in neutral territory. “Thank you, nurse. And thank Elune that Trixany didn’t—”

I spoke over them both, “I’m… I’m going to make it?”

Kael’thas smiled handsomely, and he had a dimple just there on his cheek, “Plenty of fluids. And no more Bloodthistle.”

Dannox asked Kael’thas more questions. A part of my brain waited for Dannox to reach around and grope Kael’thas too, while the Blood Elf prince was distracted. I mean, that’s what Dannox did to me, it’s what started this damn mess. But Dannox was trying to negotiate getting me out of there sooner, something about me being a big name, and discretion.

I couldn’t stand it. A part of me had dwindled away, I think. My voice raised like a little kid, who doesn’t know how loud they’re being, because they’re so panicked, because what’s in their imagination is far more important than what the big adults think. “I’m going to be a star, Kael’thas. Do you know why?”

He gave me a tender, patient look. As if he’d never slaughtered thousands and turned to the Burning Legion, or had ever ordered me to collude with him and other Sunfury soldiers to do the same.

“…Because after what they did to our people, Kael’thas. I have nothing left.”

“Aww, Punkin. That’s so nice.” Hair flip there, that put him back to being as callous as I remembered, “Do you need anything else?”

My breathing slowed against my will. Whatever they gave me was kicking in, surely. “I… I want my real life back? I want you back, Kael’thas.”

As always, in nearly everything, which was tragic—Kael’thas proved astute. “Is that why you sing?”

No. I think it was Dannox who asked, this time. Suddenly, it was just the big Night Elf standing by my cot. The nurses had departed to assist other patients in the large ward.

I confided, voice gravelly, “Either that or I’d be crying all the time.” My head lolled to the side, so that I could only see the wall, not him, not anyone else in the gray, gray clinic, “But I see tears as so last season.”

Dannox sat down in the metal chair beside my bed. He was heavy and strong. The metal screeched on the floor when his athletic body budged it. I peeked back his way. Dannox spread his feet on the floor and leaned elbows on his knees. I watched Dannox feel his hurt arm in the sling. Then he weaved his fingers together and squeezed his hands anxiously. He was wiped out. Me and my antics had done all this to him.

I have some goofy instincts, I guess. I presumed getting him to crack a smile might make up for all he endured on my behalf. “Everyone in here looks like Kael’thas in a miniskirt, Dannox.”

His abrupt laugh stirred a few people in the beds around us. “Well, that’s alright. Coming to the Dal City Clinic is always pretty fun for me too, in an um... similar way.”

I think we were both checking out the nurses before I drifted back to sleep.

-fin-

((Please. I please have a request for the Kael’thas stans and the art community on Tumblr here please. Please! Someone draw me a sexy Kael’thas in a female nurse’s outfit. I wanted one for this post but could not find please.

And when you do, please tag it with #slay trixany so we can all bask in its glory. Thx!))

#kael'thas sunstrider #lady gaga #warcraft #slay trixany

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Q&A #100

Yes, been a hundred of this things. Totally a meaningless milestone which is one of my oldest tags on here (assuming any are left after the purge...) still I thought I’d do something for it.

Specifically I’ve gone back over the old Q&A’s and found some favourite questions and answers which I’ll be including in this after the usual round of outstanding ones. Possibly also with some extra commentary where appropriate.

Anonymous said: Hey. Any pair of characters connected by an Owned relationship/reputation seems to crash the game if you use either one of them on an assignment. Any chance of this being fixed?

- That should be sorted in yesterday’s update.

Anonymous said: Got a Forest Goblin with both Dancer and Clumsy. This seems like a very strange combination, but imagining it kind of makes me want to laugh my head off.

- Agreed I think that just works due to being amusing. Less poetry in motion and more of a limerick.

Anonymous said: In No Haven 0.871 the trait " Elementalist: Air " does not appear when using the estimate value function.

- Cheers for pointing out that oversight. Will sort.

Anonymous said: Hi sory english isn't my native langage, In No Have 0.871 TF Edition I have aquired a slaver But with a bug first i don't know how i acquire her and two she had noting , no name no perk jus a little description i will copy the full examine optin on it : - - - - ExamineName: Race: - Sex: - Status: - Reputation: Traits: Condition: 0 Will: 0 Estimated Value: 0 has a flat chest, a regular pussy, and has an unremarkable ass. She is the same size as most goblins, and .She is .

- That looks like an empty character in all respects. I believe there was an issue with Ritual Casting where that could happen and is now sorted. If you see it happen again please let me know what you were doing when they appeared.

Anonymous said: Hey Bedlam, watched stream where you discussed not selling slaves debuff, thing is i always imagined slavers being in this business for fun and pleasure first, and gold second. I mean why else would they agree to live in some Skyrim style, long abandoned really, hard to get to fort in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by hills and marshes(at least that how i imagine it)? So maybe you could make something like,"no new slaves, or slave training for X days, getting bored" or something like that?

- It wouldn’t be too harsh at all. Just a bit of a poke to encourage that you’re business model is based around being a slaver over the leader disappearing to the coast for a week and returning with suspiciously large amounts of gold. In that case you’ve got to think that your slavers might feel that they’re surplus to requirements :D

Anonymous said: I hope you're happy for taking so many hours of my life away from me lol. But playing this again; got a question about NH. Any plans on making some rival groups that we can interact with? Diplomacy, getting tribute, ect. It would be kinda cool to have rivals that push you along

Glad you’re enjoying it!

Likely yes. There’s ways currently now to set up a few ways to get tribute every so often. More groups though who are more hostile than the not-witches in the marshlands or the mistress of the Ensnared Rose are sure to be a thing sooner or later.

doof-ex-machina said: Have you read the Gorean saga by John Nornan? If yes, did it influence your vision of the No Haven world? Gor explores a legal female-oriented slave system, yheah, but there are pretty close similarities with NH in regards to the numbers of ‘fodder’ and the ways of training. Anyway, me personally thinks your world is even better because magic and draenei/succubi boobs, duh.

I haven’t but I am aware of them in general.

NH is a lot more equal opportunities than Gor where males doing it to females, females doing it to males, and all possible variations of that including others like futanari and sissies are likely to happen. Still high praise indeed, thanks!

And now onto some old questions starting with one from before where I realised beginning to combine these might be a good idea.

onedrift from 2015: Trying this again...what's your coder fuel of choice? Red bull, Monster, coffee? None of the above? Soon to be bimbofied slavemakers want to know!

- Heh, totally giving my nationality away (if it wasn’t blatantly obvious already) but the fuel of choice is copious amounts of Earl Grey tea.

Anonymous from 2015: Hiya, been a fan of your work for a long time, captions and games thanks for making them, but a question regarding whorelocks revenge, is it possible to get the tangle infection and bonds of insanity? in all my time playing them I never had either I dont think.

- Not in the current version. Basically I wasn’t happy with the implementation in terms of how they were removed so I disabled them for a bit till I can sort it out… which unfortunately has lasted quite some time.

Soon as I got this No Haven update done they’re top of my list of things to sort in Whorelocks.

(Oh zogging hell. Still not done that yet... Extenuating circumstance for sure with NH taking off and WR was still in RAGS at that point, but even so)

Anonymous from 2015: This is probably a poor place to respond to your open-ended poll question, but have you looked into Twine?

- I’ve looked at Twine and when I one day get round to Rough Landing 3 it’s definitely going to be done using it, but to me it looks like an incredibly poor fit for working on No Haven.

(Oh past me why would say such a thing even if it did make a lot of sense at the time. Let’s hope that guy was wrong)

Anonymous from Q&A #1: Title image is hype, cant wait for next update. recall you mentioned that you had enchantments planed for the update after next (or something there abouts) how far ahead have you planned ahead and any spoilers for the update after this one? :D

- Why thank you! I have several pages bullet pointed of what I have planned along with what I have in my head. For stuff not in the next update I’d say not counting more slave training assignments and options and more assignments in the other areas the big bits of content outstanding are;

Way more potions. (Still do do)

Enchantment/cursing of items system. (Also still do do)

Crafting Devices. (Also, also still do do)

Ways to manage encampments when they get to large by sending slavers/slaves to new areas to provide ongoing gold/supplies along with the occasional assignment. (Oh dear, also, also still do do)

More stuff for you like going on every assignment, bad ends for some of them, more interactions, being enslaved and so on. Basically lots more sub and also some dom content for when you’re not managing the encampment. (Woo progress made! Bad ends for some assignments going on are indeed a thing. Still work to do as I do want to give Crossbones and Into the Depths the QAYL treatment sometime)

Special events that will occur every so often that will affect things be it for good and bad. This will include a way to get a lost slaver back though perhaps forever altered by their experiences. (Woo again this is done. Definitely could do with more done with)

Encampment reputation to reflect a slaver’s standing with how the other slaver’s see them. This will includes slavers becoming slaves and visa versa. (On a roll now as a great deal of this implemented)

More biomancy options and improving thanks to a multi-part assignment. There will also be other multi-part story based assignments. (Partially done and the biomancy multi-part assignment has been started)

And a bunch more basically but those are the priorities after this next update. Probably not all in the same update though.

Anonymous from Q&A #6: I would play the hell out of Paranoia set in No Haven.

- Temptation to give slavers and you conflicting secret societies and agendas rising.

Y’know like…

Dire Panthers: A mottley band of young savage orcs, amazons and trolls out to raise hell by breaking stuff, setting stuff on fire and generally being a nuisance to everyone.

The Cooperative: A dedicated group of Frozen Queen cultists out to oppose the Human Empire by working together to make things better for the common people… till you know the Queen awakens and buries all the land in eternal ice.

Mage Smashers: Magic iz like wrong an’ stuff! We smash dem in dere stupid face till dey not so smart.

Fellowship-Fel: The denizens that lurk beyond our reality and infect our dreams with tainted nightmares are our friends! We must expose ourselves to as much corruption as possible to make ourselves like them. We see no flaws in this plan whatsoever, you see the chorus of whispers in our minds entirely agrees with us.

Psion: No changes need to be made whatsoever from the original version.

Trekksters: …and I think that’s enough of that, or further evidence of why I shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near RAGS or indeed tumblr when I have my old sourcebooks nearby :D

(Also apologies to most of you who have no idea what that was about!) (This is still far too much of a good idea)

Anonymous from Q&A #17: 2/2 and another hilarious one: Your succubus slave Jaeil was not looking so hot right now so Virholen just held her close and told Jaeil that everything would be alright. Jaeil was oddly quiet everytime you looked in on them and you wonder if they have resigned themselves to their fate. Condition: 45 (Change: 20) - Will: 47 (Change: 15)

After their mistreatment Jaeil sees no reason not to only care for them self as clearly no one else will leaving them hardened and even outright cruel. usc++

- You win best bug report in ages, that is beautiful :D

Anonymous from Q&A #37: Will there be other spirit races in the game besides wisps, such as undynes, gnomes, and dryads? And finally Im new to patreon. I decided to pay for the your character teir but ask for a unique because I dont really understand it. Is the “play your character” a scenario or what? And where do I go to talk with you on what I would like for it?

- True story, I had to google undyines and for ages I couldn’t work out what you were referring too as so many of the results were of that character from Undertale :D

Undines themselves would be no, but I do have a water spirit of a kind planned. (Still do!) Gnomes no, as I’m happy with Hakh Dwarven and the various Goblins as my short races. Dryads absolutely yes, and will be one of the advanced races. See the last Q&A for more details of those.

Thank you for your support! Those options are for those that want to play a specific character that isn’t available in the standard options or design a specific slaver that you can have in your encampment. If you want to see some examples of ones others have asked for before on the playable character front then Orc Wright Raptor, Lago’Mae Scholar or Goblin Underground Potioneer would be a good ones to look at to start off with.

As for the unique slavers then pretty much any of the slavers available under Strong Right Arm/Recruiter.

How much detail you want to go into is up to you. If you want to say oh I just want a Kitsune lady who likes to pole-dance then I’d put something together for your approval, or you can go full on detailing everything about them from their art, description, traits etc. and I’ll work with you to the point I’m happy having it as an option in the game. (Note: If you want an entirely new race like the Golems you need to go for the lore tier given the significantly larger amount of work involved)

For discussing please send me a message on patreon and we can take it further from there.

One thing to bare in mind is that patreon only charges at the end of the month, and so while I’m more than willing to talk it out, if you want to me to do a lot of work on your request I’m going to need to see a pledge go through first. It sucks I know, but this is the unfortunate reality of the internet that alas trust can only go so for.

I’m always happy to discuss things though, I really am, and some people have asked to pay some of their pledge upfront via paypal to get round this which is not a problem if that’s what you want to do.

valhallaimmortan from Q&A #47: I managed to get a elven smith who makes fancy armor that is usually masterwork quality, and equipped my ‘Basher’ Squad with it, the Basher’s are all Ogre’s who I recruited and I have a alchemist who seriously creeps me out with how many petrification potions he has been pumping out. I also like the Lago'mae Scholar how now the Lizard man is using her as his new project… poor Scholar… and I got to ask is it actually possible to recruit a keldan from the keldan mission in the city?

- I love this question, absolutely adore it, and you made the patron who requested the lizardman unique really happy when I mentioned it to them. If people want to send in their favourite/amusing/interesting slavers/slaves that have resulted from generation and gameplay I might do a tumblr post series on them called ‘Tell me about your Character’.

As to the question yes she should be on the critical result.

Anonymous from Q&A #61: Silly question. For clothing and armor, what in your mind is the major difference between micro, and impractical? I can’t really visualize a difference between the two when reading armor/clothing descriptions. Scandalously short is divergent enough that it creates its own image for me. The other two seem as if they would be interchangeable, but they aren’t since there is a distinction so what is it?

- Yay silly questions are always the best questions. Okay micro is where you have outfits that are recognizable bits of clothing but it’s incredibly brief so a skirt that’s more a belt than actually trying to cover anything whatsoever and/or a bikini top so teeny-weeny that it doesn’t even cover all of the nipples. Completely impractical though is the kind of clothing beloved by a certain kind of fantasy art which just doesn’t make any kind of sense whatsoever where looking good trumps any pretension of realism, and the only way it could stay on is either with copious amounts of glue or magic being involved.

Anonymous from Q&A #66: Hello again! I’m the guy who asked about the post-slave [slaver] titles. I’m going to very respectfully push the idea that ex-slaves should get unique titles. First, I honestly think having the unique titles is cooler. It’s more interesting to send a Chosen, an Acolyte, and a Hedge-Witch on an assignment than it is to send three Slavers. It’s a rarity thing, sort of? If you get a character who qualifies for one of those things, it’s a BIG DEAL. Secondly, it already changes with jobs, so…

- Alright, alright, you’ve twisted my arm :)

That should now be included for the most recent update along with a couple of new titles so that all of the more rare traits (not counting crafting ones) should have one. Let me know if there’s any issues as while it was a fairly straightforward change I didn’t get a chance to test that particular bit.

Thanks for reading and here’s to another hundred of these.

#Q&A #meaningless milestones

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luffles424 · 6 years

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Lucidity (1)

☼ Pairing: BTS x reader (this chapter focuses on Jungkook)

☼ Genre: vampire!BTS, succubus!reader, smut, little bit of fluff

☼ Count: 7.5K

☼ Warnings: noona kink, praise kink, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, marking, minorish blood play (it’s a vampire fic so like, there’s some feeding), switch!Jungkook, switch!reader

☼ Summary: You’ve spent years jumping from country to country, starting countless new lives. Crafting new lives is as easy as breathing for you, lies flowing easily and people are charmed with a simple bat of your eyes. When you meet a witch who offers the idea of opening a supernatural club, using your powers combined with hers to ensure safety to those who enter, you decide to join her in an adventure that is entirely new to you. But your new life in Seoul is drastically changed when you’re forced to face something you’ve spent centuries hiding from. But just because you might be running for your life again doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun along the way, right?

☼ a/n: Let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙

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You purse your lips, gaze slowly traveling around the plaza the outdoor cafe you’re at is situated in. You drum your fingers lightly on the table, watching the people bustling about, going to the different shops and enjoying the oddly perfect weather. You lift your cup to take a sip of your drink to hide your smirk as two people catch sight of you and end up bumping into each other.

You’ve long since gotten use to how distracting you can be at times. Your powers sometimes triggering without you meaning to let them. When you had first become a succubus, you could barely take a step outside without everyone in the area gravitating towards you. It made feeding incredibly easy, but doing anything else was nigh impossible. Luckily, you had met a few supernatural creatures who helped you learn control since they were far less affected by your presence than humans.

You’ve long since mastered your powers, centuries of practice and use making sure of that. So on days when you’re relaxed and out among people, you sometimes like to toy with your lesser used powers, subtle manipulations to yourself that is meant to draw people in. In old days, you used this to lure people to you, nowadays you almost never use it, the rise of clubs and hookup culture making it incredibly easy to find some willing participant. You never release enough lure to raise much suspicion, knowing that at this point your powers are strong and releasing too much could cause major and incredibly noticeable problems. So you stick to small bursts every so often to amuse yourself.

You drop the lure, smiling as the two who had bumped into each other begin apologizing profusely and you pick up the waves of attraction coming off both of them as they talk. Your eye line is cut off as a group of men pass between you and them and you begin to turn away before you feel the energy they radiate. Vampires.

Your head whips back to them and you tilt your head in interest as they make their way into the cafe to get drinks. They hadn’t noticed you yet, meaning they either hadn’t had enough interaction with other supernaturals to tell the difference or they were blocking their senses just enough that your suppressed aura was masked by the humans around you. You ponder what to do while watching them through the window when one of the figures causes you to pause.

You smirk, suddenly knowing exactly what to do as you turn to face away from them as they begin to exit. Just as they pass near your table, you release your lure just a bit, letting the small wave of attraction roll off of you. The effect is immediate and the figure near the front fully freezes while the others seem to pause both out of confusion for the sudden stop and the sudden shift in the atmosphere.

“Joon?” One of them questions and your smirk widens.

You can see the one who froze flexing his hands before he slowly turns, eyes scanning before they finally fall on you. He glares at you as you give a small wiggle of your fingers in greeting. The other six all follow his gaze to you, some looking back in forth between the two of you.

“What is she?” You hear one whisper, you think he’s the youngest, he has a young face and looks the most innocent and confused of them all. You’re fairly certain that he’s Jungkook. But your recollection of current idol groups isn’t the best unless they visit your club and you’d know for sure if BTS had ever graced your dance floor.

You chuckle at his whispered question, assuming he has never met a succubus. Because if he had, he’d know that your hearing is just as good as his and so while a human would’ve missed his question, you heard it loud and clear. You rest your chin on the palm of your hand and lock eyes with him.

“She’s a succubus.” You whisper back, biting back another laugh at his startled look.

The others seem to be slightly on edge now, whether from the presence of another supernatural that they hadn’t even noticed or from their leader’s tenseness is beyond you. You’re effectively harmless to them, unable to use most of your powers on them, the lure is completely ineffective on them, they would only notice the shift in atmosphere. The few powers that do work primarily only work in much more intimate situations. You tilt your head to the side, watching as the youngest one begins to fidget, obviously wanting to ask more but clearly unsure if he should. You can feel the the mix of emotions mingling in the group, lust and confusion, with the leader’s anger almost overpowering the rest.

The leader shoulders through the group and stalks towards your table. He plants his hands on the edge of the table and leans towards you. You giggle at his blatant attempts at intimidating you and your laughter seems to irritate him more. His jaw works as he seems to mull over what to say.

“You need to leave.” He grinds out eventually.

You tap your chin and hum thoughtfully, acting as if you’re actually thinking about his demand. “Or I can not. Which is what I’m going to do. Cause you can’t make me leave.”

His hands clench on the edge of the table and you can see the metal starting to buckle. His snarling reply is cut off by one of the others with him, the one with broad shoulders, his voice is calm as he speaks. “Namjoon. Stop.”

Namjoon freezes, shaking his head, clearly trying to get himself under control. He looks visibly calmer as he looks back to you, though his stare is still icy. “I’m fine, Jin. Thank you.”

You glance over to Jin, noticing he has shifted forward to be closer to Namjoon. His presence seems to be helping Namjoon remain calmer. The others hang back in their original spots, still looking confused, but most look ready to act if their leader needs them. You turn back to Namjoon and stand.

“I’m not going to leave. Seoul is a big place and it’s not yours to control. I can stay if I wish.” You say simply with a small shrug of your shoulder.

Namjoon begins to reply before he pauses, your words seeming to finally register in his head. “You live here?” He sounds more perplexed than anything else.

You nod, moving around the table to stand next to Namjoon. “I do. And I don’t think it’s your place to talk about where I live when you and 6 other vampires are currently playing idol.” You say coolly.

With that you walk away, the group of boys parting for you to pass, looking surprised at the way you spoke to Namjoon. You stop just past the group and turn back to face them, a seductive smile stretching your lips. “If you ever need to relax though, stop by Lucidity, tell them Y/n sent you and they’ll hook you up. We’re very discrete. For both idols and supers.” You wink and with that you leave.

You stretch out on the couch you’re sitting on, enjoying the pounding of the music and the bodies clustered around you. You usually don’t sit in the lower VIP area, tending to stick to the upstairs one where you could better watch the dancing bodies below. It also allowed you a better vantage to select a partner if you were so inclined that night.

For some reason though you felt the need to be downstairs, something eating away at the back of your mind that urged you to this couch. You’d had several people already come to ask you to dance, and you’d taken a few up on their offer before you’d drifted back to settle on the couch after a song or two. You currently had Jisoo, one of your idol regulars, tucked to your side. She always liked to seek you out because you picked the best people for her to dance with or talk to. She assumed you were good at reading people and you let her keep thinking that because in a way you were good reading people, just not necessarily in the way she thought.

You noticed a guy at the bar and nudged Jisoo, nodding your head in the guys direction. She followed your gaze to look at him before turning back to you with a quirked eyebrow.

You smirked. “He’ll be down for as much or as little as you wanna do. I’ve seen him dance before though. Highly recommend.”

She grins and nods before giving you a hug and making her way through the crowd to the bar. You watch the two interact for a moment before you let your gaze drift over the rest of the crowd. You’re pondering taking one of the men who’s been subtly trying to gain your attention out to the dance floor when you notice a figure near the entrance. You can tell they must feel awkward and out of place from where you are and while they still have a face mask firmly in place, you know instantly who it is, their energy permeating the club.

You giggle and Jungkook’s head snaps up from his awkward fidgeting and he quickly scans the crowd to locate you. When you lock eyes with him, you beckon for him to follow you as you begin to make your way upstairs, pausing to tell the bouncer at the bottom of the staircase to allow Jungkook up when he gets there.

The upper area is dotted with people, some who greet you as you pass, and you head towards the far edge where your favorite couch sits. You sit lightly, crossing one leg over the other, taking a spare moment to use the couch’s advantageous position on the balcony to look down over the club. You see Jungkook has reached the staircase and seems momentarily perplexed by the bouncer. You smile and turn away to flag down one of the waitresses, you recall her name is Yuna.

She greets you warmly and you make quick small talk before having her lean closer to whisper something in her ear. You make eye contact with Jungkook just as she straightens and she looks from him back to you with a smirk on her face before telling you she’ll be back just as Jungkook arrives in front of you. He fidgets again, looking around the upper area and down into the club, eyes landing on you again for a moment before quickly moving past.

“Umm, nice place?” He says, though it comes out as more of a question.

You settle further into the couch and pat the spot next to you invitingly. “You can sit you know.”

He chews his lip for a moment before he perches on the edge of the couch furthest from you, looking like he’s ready to bolt at the slightest movement. You tilt your head, watching him. He seems constantly on the verge of asking something, but he stops himself every time. You wonder if the others even know he’s here. You assume they don’t, at the very least Namjoon doesn’t. He probably quickly forbade any of them from coming to the club or reaching out to you. Jungkook’s risking a lot if he decided to go against his elder and leader to be here.

Yuna chooses that moment to return, setting two drinks on the small table in front of you and Jungkook. You smile at her and thank her.

“Do you need anything else?”

You nod, gesturing just behind her and she nods her understanding. Jungkook looks between the two of you confused at the silent communication before Yuna retreats a few steps back and pulls a partition out from the wall, mostly blocking you and Jungkook from the view of the others on the balcony.

You retrieve your drink from table and take a sip. You nod to the other one when Jungkook glances at you. “That’s for you.” You pause before grinning. “Special mix.”

His brows furrow for a moment before he tentatively reaches out for the glass and takes a cautious sniff. His eyes widen and he looks at you surprised.

You give a nonchalant shrug. “I told you. We take care of all types here.”

He licks his lips, glancing back at the drink before taking a small sip. You hear the small pleased hum he makes as he takes another sip. You let him relax and enjoy his drink for a few more minutes before finally setting your own glass down and sliding closer to him. You turn towards him, resting your arm on the back of the couch.

“Why’d you come out tonight, Jungkook?” You question softly.

He looks startled, either because you used his name or because you had moved closer. He seems to be thrown for a loop at your question, like he hadn’t considered you would ask such a thing. He swallows and sets his own glass down before clasping his hands together. He opens and closes his mouth a few times but words never make it out.

After a moment you take some mercy on him and speak again. “Were you curious about the club? A safe place for idols and supernaturals to let loose and have some fun?” You pause, gauging his reaction before you slide even closer, thigh bumping his and you let one hand drift up his arm to rest on his shoulder. “Or were you curious about me? The succubus that got your leader oh so riled up by just sitting there?” He flushes at that and you grin in victory.

“What do you know about succubi, Jungkook?” You ask sweetly.

He swallows and shifts again, hands clenching together until his knuckles turn white. “I didn’t know much before today. I never even really considered if they were real.” His eyes flick over to you before he continues. “But Namjoon said they’re evil. That they seduce and kill and they don’t care for others and they’re incapable of feeling anything except for lust. That they’re literal demons and nothing good comes from associating with them.”

You take a moment to process, trying to school the shock from your face, both from how Namjoon described succubi to the others but also that Jungkook had listened to that and still decided to come regardless of possible consequences.

You nod your head then, face thoughtful. “I mean, we don’t really need to seduce anymore, at least in the sense that we use to have to. People are pretty willing to hookup now. And we don’t have to kill any more than, say vampires do. It’s all about control. You should know that. As for the demon thing, I suppose technically I’m a class of demon. But it’s not like I frequent that realm or report to some sort of higher up. When it comes down to it, vampires and succubi are fairly similar, the specifics on what we feed on are the big difference.”

Jungkook listens to you fully, nodding as you speak, face showing nothing but interest as you talk about your kind to him. You tilt your head. “Do you think I’m evil, Jungkook?”

You feel him tense under your hand and he quickly looks away.

“Um, I don’t know.” He says quietly.

“But?” You prompt.

“But Namjoon seemed really against us coming here. Or contacting you. He’s never been that way when we’ve encountered other supernatural people.” He looks back over to you and your heart clenches at the sweetness and confusion on his face.

“Why did you come then?”

He chews on his lip for a moment, looking out over the club in thought. You feel him square his shoulders up before he turns back to you. “I wanted to decide for myself what you were like. I’m tired of them babying me, even just by human standards I’m an adult.”

You fight back your smile at his pout. “How old are you Jungkook?”

“86.” He answers after a moment of thought.

You feel your eyebrows raise. “86? I mean you kind of are a baby by vampire standards.”

He huffs, cheeks puffing out in indignation as he crosses his arms. “Well how old are you then?”

You grin as you tap your chin thoughtfully, knowing full well that the number is going to surprise him. “Hmm… I think I’m about 600 by this point?”

His jaw drops and you give a delighted giggle at his reaction. You knew he wasn’t expecting that. His mouth works as he tries to come up with a response but nothing comes out. You let him flounder a little longer, taking the opportunity to pick your drink back up and finishing it in one swallow. You lick your lips of any remaining liquid and watch as Jungkook tracks the movement of your tongue.

You lean into him, lips brushing the shell of his ear as you whisper. “You know what you get really good at after 600 years, Jungkook?”

You hear him swallow and you sit back, keeping your face a few inches from his. His eyes are lidded and his breath comes out panting. You move back in, lips almost touching his, moving opposite him when he tries to press closer and keeping your lips just out of his reach.

“Come dance, Jungkook.” You give him a lazy smile as you stand and take a step away from the couch, holding your hand out to him.

He blinks a few times, seeming to have forgotten where you both were in the first place. He looks suddenly shy at your request, beginning to stutter out excuses.

You shake your head and wiggle your fingers. “Come with me.”

He sits for a moment more in indecision before he finally gives in and reaches out to take your hand. You lead him back through the balcony and down the stairs to the dance floor. You turn to face him and use your grip on his hand to pull his body flush to yours. He lets out a small gasp as your body meets his and you release his hand to wrap your arms around his neck, letting your hips begin to move to the pounding bass of the music. Jungkook stands there, awkward and unmoving, hands sitting awkwardly on your waist.

You snicker and lean up to whisper in his ear. “It’s not a school dance Jungkook. Relax and have fun. I know you know how to use your hips.”

You pull away in time to see him close his eyes and take a steadying breath. When he opens them again, you can see the shift in his demeanor, letting his stage personality bleed through. You smirk as one arm wraps around your waist, the other sliding down to your hip. Confidence finally appearing, he guides your hips in time with his. The two of you dance together for a couple songs before you move in and press your lips to his.

His movements stutter off beat for a second as he seems to be caught off guard before he responds to your kiss enthusiastically. You let your hands drift up to hold tight in his hair, using your hold to change the angle of the kiss. You lick at his lips and he grants you access immediately, moving the hand on your hip down to your ass to pull you tighter against him. He grinds his half-hard cock against you once before startling you with the speed at which he turns you around. You gasp as he pulls you back against him, hands on your hips as he grinds more fully into your ass.

You let out a moan, knowing he can hear it loud and clear, and tilt your head invitely to the side, exposing your neck to him. You feel him let out a harsh breath before he dips his head to mouth tentatively at your neck, keeping the grinding rhythm he’s created going. You moan again encouragingly, letting one hand drift back to tangle in his hair. He groans against your neck when you tug lightly at his hair and he finds a spot on your neck to suck a bruise into. He moves lower, sucking another mark onto your neck.

When you feel fangs brush your skin you tug him away, shifting so your facing him again. You put your hands on his cheeks to look at his face, his eyes are blown out and he’s panting harshly, fangs just peeking past his lips.

You let a grin spread across your face. “Wanna leave, Jungkookie?”

He blinks for a second, you can see the internal debate play out on his face. Finally he gives a small nod and your grin widens. You grab his hand and lead him through the club to the exit. Once outside you take a deep breath of the fresh air, nodding as the bouncer calls your car. You take the opportunity to look Jungkook over. His cheeks are flushed, but the fresh air as seemed to lessen his fucked out look.

“Jungkook.” You call softly.

He looks up at you, head tilted questionly.

“Are you positive that you want to come over?” You question.

He looks surprised, then his face shifts to confusion, hurt creeping into his eyes. “Do… Do you not want me to come over?” He asks, voice tinged with uncertainty.

You smile. “Of course, but things get heated in the club. I know the look. I just want to make sure this is something you want.” You pause and tilt your head. “It doesn’t even have to go further. You’re more than welcome to come over and ask questions. I also happen to keep some of the vampire drink mix at home.”

He mulls your words over for a moment before he nods. “Yes, I want this.” He moves closer, pressing his lips to your neck before dragging them up to your ear. “I want you. You smell really good noona.”

You flush and blink, watching as Jungkook pulls away from you with a smug look on his face.

You glare playfully at him and grab his chin. “Better watch your tone there, baby boy.”

You turn as your car arrives, climbing into the back seat and gesturing for Jungkook to join you. He scrambles to climb in after you and as soon as the door has shut, your lips are on his. He groans against your mouth, hands settling and tugging at you to encourage you to climb into his lap. When you resist his tugs and he whines, pulling his mouth away to pout at you.

You chuckle. “My place is close and I’m positive my driver doesn’t want to see me in your lap.” You lean closer to whisper the rest. “Because if I get into your lap right now, I’m going to ride you until you’re begging me to stop.”

“Noona…” He whines again, head flopping back against the headrest. “Why would you say that?”

You laugh, rubbing his thigh consolingly, hand drifting teasingly close to his erection but always stopping just shy of brushing it. “Because I like riling people up.” You give him a sly look. “I could tell you that having sex with other supers is better too. Especially between a vampire and succubus.”

He swallows and you can see the thoughts forming as his eyes cloud over with lust. The two of you finish the last few minutes of the ride in silence, you biting back your laughs at Jungkook’s constant squirming. When your driver finally pulls up outside your building, you quickly thank them before sliding out, Jungkook quick to follow.

You enter the building, pressing the call button for the elevator and stepping on when it arrives. Once you’ve pressed the button to the top floor, Jungkook wastes no time in scooping you up and pressing you against the wall of the elevator. Instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist, arms wrapping around his neck as he leaves messy kisses along your jaw and neck. He uses the new position to grab your ass and grind himself against you.

“Jungkook…” You squirm against him and his hold just tightens as he continues to suck marks onto your neck and collarbones.

The elevator dings and the door opens to your floor but Jungkook makes no moves to get off. You squeeze your legs to get his attention.

“Jungkook if you want to see me naked get off the elevator.”

His head jerks up from your neck, looking from you to the open elevator door like he hadn’t even realized that it had stopped. He shakes his head to clear it before carrying you off the elevator. He pauses looking between the only two doors on the floor.

You laugh, gesturing towards one of them. “The left one.”

He moves towards the door you indicated and presses you against it, pecking your lips. “Where’s your key?”

You smirk as your hand finds your door lock, it clicks softly when you press your thumb to it. You turn the handle, letting the door swing open. He stares at the door in wonder for a moment and you take the opportunity to squirm out of his loosened grasp and drop to your feet. You use your hold on his neck to pull him into your apartment, nudging the door shut once you’re both inside and both of you kick your shoes off. You pull him back in for a kiss, walking backwards towards the couch.

Jungkook pushes you backwards faster, causing you to misstep and you topple over the arm of the couch to land on cushions with soft thump. Your grip on Jungkook causes him to come with you, though he manages to catch himself from landing his full weight on you. You blink up at his wide eyed stare before you burst into laughter.

“That has to be the least graceful thing I’ve done in at least 60 years.” You giggle.

Jungkook drops his head into the crook of your neck, muffling his own laughter. “That was so uncool.” He grumbles.

You tangle your hands in his hair, tugging gently to encourage him to lift his head. When he does, you place a soft kiss on his lips. Shift further up the cushions so your head now rests against the arm opposite the one you both fell over. Your new position has him hovering over your stomach.

You smirk, running a hand along his jaw. “Can you be a good boy for noona?”

He swallows and gives you a quick, enthusiastic nod. “What do you want me to do, noona?”

You let an overly sweet smile stretch your lips, words coming out barely a whisper. “Make me come baby. Get me nice and ready to ride you.”

He sucks in a sharp breath and wastes no time once the command is given to rid you of your jeans. Once he’s discarded your pants, he runs his hands slowly up your legs. His fingers tease along the edge of your panties before his hands slide further up, pushing your shirt up as he goes. You decide to help him, leaning up just enough to tug the shirt off and toss it behind you over the arm of the couch. His hands freeze on your ribs, grip tightening as he sees you’re not wearing a bra.

He licks his lips, tearing his eyes away from your breasts to make eye contact. “Noona?” He questions softly.

You smirk, pushing your chest out just slightly, causing his eyes to dip back down to watch the movement. “I don’t believe I gave you any restrictions baby boy, just to make me come.”

He swallows and gives a quick nod before he drops his head down, placing a kiss between his hands on your ribs. He leaves a trail of wet kisses up your sternum, drifting to your right breast and nipping the soft flesh. You let out a moan as he wraps his lips around your nipple, his hand sliding up to grope your other breast. He sucks once before rolling the nub between his teeth. You groan, one hand falling to tangle in his hair.

“You’re such a good boy, Jungkook.” You murmur, looking down to meet his gaze.

His eyes shine at the praise and he gives your nipple another suck before moving to the other to give it the same treatment. You’re so distracted by the attention he’s lavishing on your breasts that you don’t notice what his other hand is doing until firm fingers press against your clit through your panties. You gasp and your hips twitch at the contact. He circles your nipple with his tongue, fingers continuing to run along your slit through the lace of your panties.

Jungkook releases your nipple finally and moves to bury his face between your breasts. You can feel his breath as he pants against your skin and he groans as he moves his fingers against your pussy through your panties, feeling your wetness.

“Noona…” He whines and shifts, dragging his nose along your skin as he looks up at you. “You smell so good.”

You smirk as your eyes meet his and he blinks up at you. “I bet I taste even better baby.”

He licks his lips as his eyes grow distant before he pushes himself up to pull your panties off. You hear fabric tear and you can’t help but laugh at the surprised look on his face as he looks from you to the panties in his hand. You take them from his hand and he gives a small embarrassed smile as you set them aside. He begins to shuffle backwards but you hold up your hand to stop him.

He chews his lip, a look of confusion crossing his face. “Noona?”

You gesture to him with a finger. “Baby boy, I think you’re a little overdressed.”

He looks down at himself before glancing back up at you for a moment. He grabs the back of his shirt, tugging it over his head, the fabric almost obscuring his smirk from you. When the shirt is tossed aside, his face shows nothing but sweetness. He quickly climbs off the couch, ridding himself of his pants and underwear together.

He stands there, hands twitching like he wants to cover himself in a sudden bout of self consciousness, as your eyes roam, taking in the newly bared skin. When you reach his cock, you lick your lips. He’s hard, almost painfully so, tip dark and swollen. He’s big, his thickness makes your mouth water and you’re suddenly very tempted to ignore your own command and just sit on his cock. You take a deep breath to refocus yourself and look back up at his face.

“Baby boy, I believe you had something you’re suppose to be doing.” You say, letting one leg drop off the couch to spread yourself open to him.

He nods quickly, planting himself between your legs and wasting no time in planting kisses along your thighs. When he reaches the apex of your thighs, he gives a tentative lick to your slit. You let out a contented sigh, idly wondering how inexperienced he truly is, but those thoughts are quickly overridden when the next lick is an expert swipe across your clit. You moan and can feel the fleeting smile against your cunt before he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. Your hips buck at the feeling and he quickly plants his hands on your hips to hold you down. His tongue slowly circles your clit and you let your hands tangle in Jungkook’s hair, tightening when his head dips further down and his tongue laps at your entrance.

He groans against your folds. “Noona, you taste so good.”

You moan as he continues licking and sucking. “Baby, Jungkook…. Fuck you’re doing so well. You’re so good for noona.”

Jungkook squirms as he keeps his pace steady, licking and sucking at you. One of his hands finally leaves your hips and you feel his fingers lightly brush against your hole. You swear, more praise falling from your mouth as you encourage Jungkook’s actions. His fingers continue to trace around your hole before he finally dips one long finger into you. You moan as he gives his finger a few slow pumps before slipping a second into you.

You let your head fall back, eyes closing as you feel yourself get closer. He pumps his fingers faster, crooking them every couple of thrusts and more praises spill from your lips. You can feel Jungkook’s hips shifting, grinding himself against the couch in search of friction and relief. You bite your lip, knowing what he’s doing and you let your eye flutter open to see him squirming in desperation.

He sucks on your clit again, fingers slowing in their thrusting to instead rub steadily against your g-spot. You let out a cry of his name at the stimulation and feel yourself tip over the edge. Your hands tighten in his hair, holding him close as you grind against his face to ride out your orgasm. Your thighs twitch as Jungkook continues his motions, fingers still rubbing as he gives soft licks around your clit. Legs twitching, you groan at the stimulation but let him continue for a few more moments before you gently nudge his head away, need to have him inside you rising.

He sits back panting, and looks up at you, mouth and chin shining with your juices. His tongue darts out to lick at his lips and he drops his head back to groan. You see his hands twitch where they rest against his thighs and you know he’s holding back from touching himself. You take the moment to let your eyes wander his body, testing to see how long he’ll last without touching himself.

When his hands clench into fists, you decide to finally take some pity on him. You sit up, giving his hands a brief squeeze before letting your hands settle on his hips.

“You’ve been such a good boy, baby.” You murmur, leaning forward to press a kiss to his chest.

“Noona…” He whines, hips shifting under your hands as his head drops forward to look at you.

“Shhh, baby boy. Noona will take care of you.” You maneuver him around until he’s sitting and climb into his lap.

You perch yourself on his thighs, running your hands over his chest before letting them slowly drift down his torso. You brush over his hips to run your nails lightly across his thighs. He moans, head dropping back against the couch as his hips buck. You smirk, repeating the whole process with slightly more pressure. He shifts restlessly, hands flexing against your thighs as you meticulously run your hands everywhere but where he wants them most.

He whines and squirms. “Noona please…”

You hum, hands sliding up to rest on his cheeks, pulling his head up so you can look at him. His lips are slightly parted and you can see the tips of his fangs poking out from behind his lips. He blinks slowly at you.

“What do you want baby boy?” You ask, brushing your lips against his.

He tries to follow you when you pull back, but your grip on his face keeps him in place, causing him to pout. “Please…” He whines again.

You grin, pressing kisses along his jaw before letting your lips brush his ear as you whisper, “You need to tell noona what you want, sweetheart.”

His hips buck again, and if you’d been human he probably would’ve bucked you off on accident, luckily your reflexes and strength keep you firmly planted. You huff a laugh against his ear and he shivers, his hands finally releasing from fists to grab your hips and trying to pull you to where he wants you.

You tsk him, sitting back on his thighs and placing your hands over his. You give them a squeeze to get his attention. “That’s not how this works baby. Be a good boy for me, use your words.”

His fingers flex against your hips as he licks his lips. “Noona, touch me, please.”

You let a pleased smile stretch your lips before running your hands slowly up his arms to rest on his shoulders, you’d give him what he wants, but he needed a little punishment for trying to use his strength to overpower you.

“Here?” You question innocently, giving his shoulders a small squeeze. He shakes his head quickly and you purse your lips in faux thought, hands moving to rest against his abs. “Here?” Again he shakes his head and you drop your hands to his hips, asking once again, “Here?” A small whimper leaves him as he shakes his head no again. You pause for a moment, acting like you’re truly thinking about where to touch.

“Oh,” You say after the pause, finally letting one hand wrap around the base of his cock, “Did you mean here baby?”

He moans in response, hips rising to push himself further into your grip. You give him a squeeze, making him groan and more precum to ooze from his tip. You slide your hand up, swiping your thumb through the mess and spreading it around. He thrusts into your hand a few times and you allow him a few moments of relief before you press a palm to his hip to stop his movements.

He lets out a long whine, hips shifting to try to gain some friction. You give him a squeeze that leaves him gasping before releasing him altogether to shuffle closer to him. You let your dripping core press against his erection and he lets out a long moan at the contact.

“Noona please… please I need something, anything, please.” He begs.

You hum, pushing his sweaty hair off his forehead. You hush him, grinding against his cock. You kiss him softly, letting your hips rock against his. He pants against your lips and you use the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. He responds immediately, hands coming running up your back to keep you close.

You give him a few more grinds before lifting yourself a few inches off him. He immediately begins to protest, pulling away from the kiss to beg you to come back. You chuckle and hush him with a finger against his lips. You smirk as he blinks at you owlishly and reach down to position him at your entrance.

His head jerks down, watching with hazy eyes as you slowly sink onto his cock. You gasp at the stretch, letting your eyes drift close and head fall back. When you are seated fully you stop, giving Jungkook a moment to adjust and for you to admire the blissed out look he wears. You lifted yourself until only his head remained inside your before sliding back down, repeating the motion until you had a slow, steady rhythm going.

You moan, dropping both hands to his shoulders. “Fuck baby… You feel so good. You’re stretching noona so well. You’re being so good for me.”

He flushes at the praise, beginning to thrust up to meet your movements. He grabs your hips, trying to speed your movements up. You slow down, tilting your head to watch him as he lets out a drawn out whine of frustration.

“Noona please.”

“Please what baby? What do you need?”

His fingers flex against you before tightening to the point where you know they’ll bruise. “You feel so good… You’re so wet. Please, I need more.”

He squirms under you and you let your pace quicken slightly. “Do you wanna cum baby? Do you think you’ve been good enough?”

Jungkook nods enthusiastically, a litany of pleases falling from his lips. You smirk, clenching your walls on your next rise and Jungkook gasps.

“You have been a good boy, you ate me out so so well, baby. You do deserve a treat.” With that you speed up, riding him hard and fast.

He moans, long and low, and his thrusts grow sloppy. You chew your lip to stifle your own moans so you can hear his better. He wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you against him and you try to keep your rhythm as best you can. He buries his face into your neck, leaving messy kisses and nips along any skin he can reach. One hand tangles in his hair, tightening when he nips a particularly sensitive spot.

Fangs brush your skin and Jungkook quickly detaches his mouth from you, panting against your collarbone. “Noona…. Noona I’m close… Gonna cum…”

Using the hand tangled in his hair, you position his mouth over your pulse point. “Baby, bite.” You murmur. When you feel his hesitation, you tighten your grip and he gasps as you command, “Jungkook, feed.”

Your tone leaves no room for argument and so he kisses your pulse softly before he sinks his fangs in. The initial pain is brief before being overridden by the overwhelming euphoria from his venom, pleasure rising as the feeling flows through your veins. You moan, head falling back as Jungkook begins to suck. You slide one hand down your stomach to rub circles on your clit, giving you just the extra stimulation you needed and a few moments later has you clenching around Jungkook as you cum with a moan of his name. His hips stutter, trusts growing sloppy as you ride your orgasm out. A few more weak thrusts and he tightens his arms around you to hold you tight against him. You feel him pulsing, emptying himself inside you, whining as he continues to feed. Groaning, you rock your hips to carry him through his orgasm.

Tugging gently at his hair, you pull him from your neck when he starts whining from oversensitivity. His tongue swipes at the few trickles of blood that ooze from his bite before you pull him completely away from your neck. His eyes blink open slowly and he looks completely fucked out. Blood stains his mouth and drips from one corner. Before you can reach up to wipe it away, his tongue darts out to lick up any remaining blood. His mouth falls open when you shift to lift yourself off his softening dick. Sitting back on his lap, you feel his cum begin to drip out of you but you ignore that to focus on him.

You cup one of his cheeks, thumbing rubbing slowly back and forth. He pushes his cheek into your hand and you smile. “Jungkook? You with me?” You question softly.

He takes a moment before he nods. “Yeah… Yeah I’m here.”

You chuckle as he nuzzles your hand before he sits back, head lolling back against the back of the couch.

“How do you taste so good?” He sighs dreamily, glancing at you before his gaze darts away.

“I told you. Succubus. I’m like literal sex. Of course I’m gonna taste good. Especially during sex.” You grin smugly at him as he watches you slide off him to sit on the couch, legs thrown over his lap.

One of his hands finds your ankle and gives a squeeze. “I mean… I don’t know… I didn’t expect that… I think my brain melted.” He laughs.

You tilt your head. “Have you never fed during sex, Kookie?”

He flushes. “I… Um, no. I’ve never had sex with another supernatural before. And it’s too risky to do that with a human when I’m still kinda young. Plus my hyungs are protective.”

You nod, both of you falling into companionable silence for a while. You’re the one who finally breaks it, asking, “So, what’s your opinion on succubi now, Jungkook?” You grin.

He huffs a laugh, hand traveling up your calf to squeeze your thigh. “I think Namjoon-hyung is wrong. I don’t know why he’s so against your kind, but you seem fine to me. You’re really nice.”

You flash a bright smile. “At least someone gives me a chance.” You’re silent again for a moment before speaking. “Are you hungry at all?” You question absentmindedly, idly wondering if you even have any food in the kitchen.

You miss the flash of desire in his eyes, but you turn to him in time to see the devilish smirk stretch his features. “Starved.” He says hotly, standing quickly. He picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder before he begins moving further into your apartment.

You give a delighted laugh as he searches for your bedroom. “You want the second door on the right.”

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The Art of Deception (pt 1)

Y/N can’t believe the curly haired man is seriously trying to use her own trick against her.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: None!

A/N: okay listen this is super short but I wanted this to be a kinda mini series! Like try not to put too much in each chapter, just a bit of humor and cute Halloween fun! ALSO OKAY BOTH Y/N AND HARRY ARE SUPERNATURAL IN THIS. Fun! Feedback is appreciated! Sorry if there’s any errors!

Y/N has never truly enjoyed using her ability to have her way.

She feels icky inside whenever she stares into a boy’s eyes and tells him to buy her dinner. Or whenever she ‘convinces’ her professor to let her turn in her essay a week late. But these are all emergencies; she has to use her powers (or at least, that’s what she tells herself).

And it’s not like anyone is being harmed! She only made Nick pay for her meal that one time she hadn’t eaten all day and her card declined. Besides, she gave him her leftover pumpkin pie a week later during Thanksgiving. And Professor Davis is just plain cruel for making the essay due only two days after they had started taking notes on the Age of Sensibility. So you can’t blame her for needing more time for research.

Y/N’s a good succubus, if there was such a thing. She’s never thought about taking souls, even if it means suffering through the disgusting diet her shaman Kayla puts her on to absorb the nutrients she needs (a whole lot of goat’s blood mixed with crushed pinecones and kale). And she knows she’s going against the rules of a succubus, refusing to sleep with any guy because of her innate wickedness, but there aren’t any of them roaming around near her to take notice or judge her for it. Plus, even without wanting to, she still lures strangers in with her aura to do illogical things for her (like give her their only pencil during class or give up their seat on a bus when she can easily just stand) so the least she can do is not eat their souls.

So Y/N finds herself, once again, in a sort of conundrum on a Thursday morning, pulling on one end of an umbrella while a tall, curly haired bloke pulls on the other end. She’s in a hurry to get to her 9 am class (which starts in 15 minutes) and since she doesn’t have a car and it’s raining, she ran to the drug store a block from her apartment to buy an umbrella. The only problem with this is that everyone else living in the same area as her must have had the same idea, seeing that as soon as Y/N walked in through the door, two other people strolled past her with the umbrellas that they just purchased. Leaving one single red umbrella hanging in the stand at the back of the store.

She feels quite lucky as she speed walks to the stand, mentally thanking the higher being above (quite ironic, being a succubus and all). But that feeling of joy and relief is swept away as she stands there with a frown beginning to form on her face as she tries to grasp it out of the man's hold.

“Um, can you please let go,” she asks, as she keeps her eyes cast down, not wanting to use her last resort just yet.

“Why? If I grabbed it first,” he responds with a very low grumble, which kind of startles Y/N for a quick second.

Her frown deepens (because he most certainly did not, she grabbed the end first before he came out of nowhere and gripped the other end) and glances up to him, locking into green irises.

He’s attractive, is the first thing she thinks.

Too attractive. There’s something odd about how undeniably handsome he is. His curly hair is elegantly styled on his head, his eyebrows naturally arched, his nose cutely pointing straight down, his ruby lips perfectly adorning a frown. He’s too hot.

Her analysis over his facial features leaves her silently staring at him for an awkward couple of seconds, and she kinda feels sorry for the guy being under such an intense gaze. She can’t imagine what it must feel like to have a sex fiend openly judging your looks.

But as she continues looking at his face, she sees a smile start to tug on his lips (quite the opposite of what she expected his reaction to be) and he opens his mouth once more.

“You’re quite pretty.”

Y/N’s eyebrows shoot up in astonishment. She’s used to the compliments from all the guys that fall victim to her aura, but she’s really not using her supernatural side to ease him up right now and she can usually at least feel her body radiate this aura when it’s happening on its own.

So the quick change in attitude leaves her cautiously responding with, “I- thank you. I still need the umbrella.” She gives a quick tug on the object but he still maintains his firm grip, possibly tightening it even more.

His smirk stays plastered on. Not fazed by how unfazed Y/N is.

“It’s quite funny, cause so do I. This coat,” he shrugs his shoulders up to indicate the heavy black coat warming his upper body, “was quite an expensive buy. So you can imagine how awful it would be if I let it get drench in the rain. That would be terrible, wouldn’t it?”

Y/N’s eyebrows are now furrowing down.

He’s… he’s doing the thing, she thinks to herself. He’s using the succubus voice. There was no denying that the tone in his voice had gone lighter, like how an adult eases their tone when talking to a child. Or in her case, how she talks to the boy she wants to scoot over so she can get a better view of the board in her Astronomy class.

But he’s not a succubus. She would know when one is around. A succubus is pretty territorial over their ‘hunting ground,’ but she’s not really feeling any kind of dominance overtake her. Considering, the last time one came near her campus, she felt her body burn in fury and had a dire need to take the girl walking next to her in her full glory. So she knows that this man in front of her isn’t one of them.

He lifts an eyebrow at Y/N, considering she’s still bluntly staring up at him with curious eyes. She realizes she still hasn’t answered his question. Doesn’t even remember what it was. Just answers with, “I guess.”

He responds with the same stoic expression, except Y/N picks up on his nose flaring up a bit. He’s frustrated. But that’s all he shows, because his smirk turns into a smile and he tugs on his end of the umbrella, making her stumble a bit closer to him.

“Darling, you seemed like you were in a hurry when you entered the store. So how about we make this a lot faster and just let me buy it, yeah? I’m sure any boy will see you in the rain outside and would automatically give you something to cover your cute self up with.”

She’s not even paying attention to anything he’s saying at this point. Just the way he’s saying it. Why is he using the same tactic as her? Y/N can clearly tell that’s what he’s doing. He’s holding very direct eye contact to ensure that she’s feeling the enticement. His voice is becoming softer, trying to leave her vulnerable. It’s absolutely how a succubus seduces their next victim.

So what is he? Is he just a cocky human that thinks any girl will fall to their knees to give him what he wants? Or is he another supernatural being that knows he can get any girl to give him what he wants? With whatever mystical powers he holds.

Y/N begins to rack through her brain for any sort of creature she’s read upon before that she knows has the same manipulating ability as she does. Kayla only let her read her official book of connections to the Otherworld that one time that Y/N was almost completely drained from not drinking her ‘protein shake’ in a month and she needed a distraction to keep her conscious while Kayla was stirring one up. And even with that one sitting, Y/N learned that she wasn’t the only temptress of the night or the only soul eating creature. But she’s coming up blank. They all had different mechanisms in catching their prey (they’re quite aggressive and she really doesn’t like it; why can’t they just do what she’s supposed to do and fuck a man before draining his life away while he sleeps?) She really doesn’t know anything else that can easily look into someone’s eyes and tell them what to do and they’ll do it. Unless…

“How about this: I take the umbrella, I pay for it, I use it, and then when I’m done,” his free hand lifts up and—oh. He grazes his fingers against the top of her right cheek, slowly bringing them down to her jaw, all with a knowing smirk planted back on his lips. “I can look for you and it’s all yours. How does that sound, beautiful?”

He’s—he’s a vampire.

Oh my god, he’s a vampire.

Y/N can not believe that she’s in the presence of a living (well, unliving) vampire. She never even knew they were real.

I mean, of course! The entire Earth knows about these creatures and the folklore enough for it to be absolutely plausible that they exist, but holy fuck! Edward 2.0 is standing right in front of her! No wonder he’s trying to hypnotize her! He thinks she’s a human.

But wait, shouldn’t he know that she isn’t? I mean, from what she’s seen in Twilight, they have an incredible sense of smell. And she knows that a succubus has a sort of distinct spicy cinnamon smell (she thinks it’s because of their whole sexual nature that they smell like a spice), so shouldn’t he know what she is? I mean, she’s looking right at him, completely unfazed by his attempt to manipulate her. Surely he can see how it’s not working on her.

Speaking of which, he’s still staring at her very intensely and Y/N is now struggling to keep her grin from peaking through. She doesn’t want to let him in on her little revelation.

She’s forgotten what he said again, so she just gives in and releases her hold on the umbrella, earning her a prideful smile on the stranger’s face.

“Thank you, my love.”

He lets the eye contact linger for a few more seconds before dropping his hand that was still tracing a small pattern in her face and swiftly shuffles past her, walking up to the cashier. Y/N is still standing at the stand, absolutely flabbergasted.

Her back is to the man so she lets her smile finally peak through, biting her bottom lip intently over this moment. She doesn’t know why she’s so ecstatic about finding out vampires exist; it’s not like she’s never met any other dark creature before (there’s a particular ghoul who lives on the second floor of her apartment complex that gets really rowdy during December and she’s asked it to shut the hell up a few times). But whatever the reason, it’s got her giddy.

Almost giddy enough to forget what time it is. Almost.

Y/N looks down at her hand that takes out her phone and watches the screen light up as it shows she only has 7 minutes left until her Astronomy class starts. Which is about 2 blocks away. Shit.

Her smile quickly leaves her lips and she turns back around to see the man thank the cashier as he drops his change back into his wallet and starts to turn towards the door with the umbrella in his hand, ready to burst open.

Shitshitshithsit, is all that runs through her mind as she thinks about what to do next. She shoves her hand into her pocket and pulls it back out, now grasping the $20 that she was going to use on the umbrella. She quips her head back to see the price bar on the stand, a whopping $13 and feels her heart begin to beat as she decides on what she’s going to do.

She prays to the heavenly Lord above once more (maybe she should, like, be praying to the boss down under instead?) to forgive her for being so rude as she sprints over to the dead immortal being, opening up the Velcro on his new purchase as he’s halfway to the door.

Y/N quickly shoves her hand into his coat’s right pocket, evoking a surprised breath intake from the stranger as she drops the $20 bucks securely inside before yanking her hand out. She lifts her gaze up to lock eyes with him once more, seeing the look of utter shock strike his face. Surely, she thinks to herself, he must know he’s not that special when it comes to deceiving humans.

Her lips form an apologetic smile before letting out, “Sorry, bloodsucker. I hate the rain. Surprised you’re not basking in it since the sun isn’t peaking out all day,” and yanks the umbrella right out of his hand. Quite easily, considering he was still in a state of shock, even more so now that she called him the B-word.

Y/N sprints the rest of the way to the exit and opens the door swiftly while simultaneously opening the umbrella and bringing it over her head. She decides to take one last look at the gentleman, still receiving the same look of how did this not work on her?

Yet again, the apologetic smile creeps back up and she quickly adds in, “Don’t worry, I’m really good at tracking people down. I’ll give it to you when I’m done with it.” And Y/N treads on through the two blocks to today’s class discussion on Andromeda and it’s known solar systems, leaving behind a man that has absolutely no fucking clue what just happened.

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The scratch of hundreds of quills against rough parchment permeated the air around Obsidian. For what felt to him like the thousandth time, he dipped the tip of his Peregrine feather into the inkwell and swept his eyes over the final question.

Explain the importance of dialect and accents during incantations, including, how different accents affect a spell’s performance and if spells require variation based on region or location.

Oh boy, he thought. He fluffed the end of his quill against his temple as he struggled to recall the enthusiastic lectures of his Incantation professor. Obsidian had always had a hard time paying attention to the lectures about history and theory, in spite of Professor Drought’s passion. Drought fawned over the subject she taught and that carried over into her teaching style, but theory just wasn’t as intriguing as the practical application of magic. Why learn why something had to be said a certain way if you could just learn to say it right and have the spell work? And, while we’re complaining, why did everyone have to use quills? They were ridiculously expensive and ballpoint Bics worked just as well. Not to mention the incessant cacophony quills made when everyone was writing at the same time. Light from the runic stones floating overhead flickered off his indigo horns as he shook his head to himself. With a final dip into the ink, he began his answer.

When using incantations, the meaning and purpose of the Magikan is more important than the accent of the words.

It really irked him that he couldn’t just put Warlock, but the Inclusion Act the Academy had put into place required political correctness in all official schoolwork. As if someone would be offended by him writing about Warlocks specifically. Okay, they probably would be. But that wasn’t his problem. And come on, Magikans? Just because Magika was the official language of spells and basically anything magical they had to have the most stupid umbrella term for everyone who used it. He rolled his eyes and continued writing.

While pronunciation of the spell is still important, as long as the magic user holds firmly in their mind the end goal of the spell, the incantation will succeed regardless of the different accents that may be pronounced.

Sid read over the answer; not too shabby, and it might even be correct. He was at least 87 percent sure it was. He checked the pocket watch he’d laid out on his desk at the start of the exam, as black as his namesake, with molten hands that flowed around the face as the time passed. It’d been an early graduation gift from his mother, probably demonic in its design, but Sid absolutely loved it. Guess there were some perks from having a succubus as a mother. With fifteen minutes left until time was up, he put his quill back to the parchment and continued,

This only applies when using the universal language of magic, Magika, to speak the incantation. If a spell is spoken in the magic user’s native tongue, it will need to be read precisely and exactly.

Fanning the still wet ink with his hand, he chanced a glance a few tables to the left to where his best friend Chrysanthemum was sitting. She was sitting up straight, hands clasped in front of her, staring ahead. No surprise that she’d been done for a while, Chrys was the expert when it came to the theory of magic. And she was always so proper. Sid smiled to himself as he stacked his papers neatly and rolled them into a scroll, knotting some twine around the center. With a flourish of the Peregrine feather, he signed his name on the side of the scroll, Obsidian Damon Lux, and dropped his quill onto the desk, splotching it with remnants of ebony ink. Sid didn’t mind his name, all things considered. He was just grateful that his mother, Jezebeth, hadn’t named him Satan or Hell’s Son or something absurd like that. He was just loath to admit that his last name came from the Luxor hotel in Las Vegas where Jez had given birth, after yet another tryst with an unsuspecting mortal. Succubi becoming pregnant had been unheard of until Sid entered the picture. Most Warlocks were the product of male demons impregnating mortal women, but Jezebeth had been the exception. She didn’t even know who the father was, since she had no idea how long she was pregnant for and had been doing what succubi do best for the entire time; a profession she had kept up even with a child following her around. He’d been near enough to his mother’s seduction practices to be able to practice them himself had he wanted, and he’d spent most of his teen years in another dimension that was home to demons and the Dark Lord himself, to whom he’d conveniently been sworn during an anti-christening ceremony. But he was as normal as demon spawn come and had luckily been born with normal features, not counting the white-less violet eyes and the horns on his head that gleamed like the rock he was named after. Those features always seemed to get him the most friends when he was younger, at least until they introduced him to their parents. When he’d returned to the human dimension to start school, he got more hassle than he would have liked, so he’d taken to spiking his ash white hair and eventually dying it crazy colors to hide the protrusions on his head. He’d tried out sunglasses for a bit, but found that those brought an equal amount of stares, since no one really used sunglasses in the Portland gloom. Besides, Sid liked his eyes, and his true friends, like Chrys, had never seemed to mind.

“Quills down,” echoed the sharp caw of the exam proctor and almost instantly the scratching that had filled the air ceased. “Please leave your scrolls on your desk and exit the room. You will be informed of your results early this evening.”

If there was one thing that made a magic school better than regular university, it was that the grading was done by magic, which meant same day scores. Sid stood up and stretched, his back creaking like a storm-worn cellar door. He made his way towards the exit, detouring to fall into step beside the freckle-faced honey blonde female Sid called his best friend.

As if on cue, Chrys began her routine post-exam rant. “I really think I messed up that question about Werewolves and Vampires. And the one about staffs versus wands. I definitely failed. There’s no way they’ll award me my title. I’m going to have to retake this entire year! My apprenticeship will go down the drain and I’m going to look like an imbecile if I have to apply again.”

Sid sighed. He had nothing but love for the girl next to him, but she severely underestimated her smarts. He interrupted her panicked speech, “You did fine, Chrys. If even I feel like I’m going to pass, there’s no way in Hellatia that you failed.”

Sky-blue met black and violet as Chrys turned to look at Sid. Her nose was slightly crinkled in a look of consternation, but soon gave way to a grin. “Alright, alright, I suppose I can’t have done worse than a blockhead like you.” She pushed his shoulder playfully, a hint of longing flitting across her eyes. “I don’t know why you always say Hellatia. You could just say Hell like everyone else, silly.”

“But, for the fifty thousandth time, there’s not a place called Hell! Trust me, I spent way too much of my childhood in Hellatia and every”

“Every demon was very clear that Hell is not a place and they made sure that you knew it. I know, I know. I’ve heard you rant plenty of times. But even so, isn’t it easier to just say Hell? Even just as an abbreviation?” Sid opened his mouth to retort, but Chrys carried on with a grin, “So, where should we wait out the final scoring? The library?”

An exasperated sigh escaped Sid’s lips. “I don’t want to see the inside of a library for a century at least. And after that misery I could use a good burger. Shake Down sound good?”

Chrys gave a contemplative nod and they walked out the gates and past the ‘Portland Academy of Magic’ sign that morphed into ‘Portland Academy of Arts’ as they left the grounds and headed to their favorite restaurant.

“You know, once I’m actually a Warlock, I can glamour myself the way the school does so I don’t have to get stared at everywhere we go.” The two of them were standing in line, staring up at the menu above their heads, Sid trying to ignore the sidelong glances from everyone around him.

“Oh ya? You could just make everyone see a regular boring guy? Where would the fun be in that?” Chrys retorted. Sid was glad she didn’t mind the staring. They moved to the front of the line and the cashier, used to Sid’s slightly odd appearance, gave them a smile of recognition.

“The usual?” Ty the Shake Guy asked. That wasn’t really his title, but since becoming regulars, Sid and Chrys had dubbed him accordingly, seeing as he was there every time they came in. A synchronized nod came from the odd couple and Matt called back a triple decker, rare done, Avalanche burger, a double cheeseburger, and two chocolate and banana shakes.

Before Ty could tell them the total, Sid handed over the exact amount. “Pleasure doing business as usual sir,” Sid said, giving a mock salute. Chrys, polite as always, thanked Ty and they sat down to wait for their food. The adrenaline they’d felt from the exam drained from them as they sat down and a companionable silence took over until the food was brought to the booth. Sid’s order was an almost bleeding mess of patties and cheese and sauces barely staying on the bun and Chrys’s was a neat, normal, double cheeseburger. Chrys had somehow gotten used to Sid’s strange eating habits a while ago, but she did avoid looking directly at the monstrosity on his plate. Apparently growing up around demons gives you a preference for less cooked meat. Sid never really talked about how this had come about, and Chrys was wise enough to not ask.

The burgers were gone in a matter of seconds, leaving the two of them blissfully sipping their shakes. Chrys absentmindedly stared out the window, and the early summer sun glinted off her hair, haloing her in a golden aura. Sid looked up from the chocolate banana goodness, and broke the silence. “So what’re we going to do once we’re officially graduates?”

Chrys looked over at Sid, “You mean besides take over the world?” Laughter leaked out from both of them at their ongoing inside joke, and in between giggles, Chrys said “Well, I have a position with the Department of Magical Studies lined up. It might just be an apprenticeship, but I think it’s going to be a really great learning experience.” Chrys’s tone reflected the shadow that had crossed Sid’s face, “what is that look for?” “Well, um…I might have forgotten to look into something like that.” Sid trailed off and stared intently down his straw and braced himself.

“You didn’t find an apprenticeship?” Chrys gaped at him in disbelief. “They’ve been harping on us all year about that! It’s the most important part of our education. You can’t become a High Mage or Warlock or, well, anything, without it.”

More words spouted from Chrys, but Sid couldn’t hear them. He hadn’t purposely forgotten, he’d just assumed he’d have time. Even when Chrys was telling him about all of her interviews and offers she was receiving, he still thought he’d have more time. Funny how it always slips away like that. And now here he was, about to be an apprentice Warlock without an apprenticeship. Chrys was right, you couldn’t do much without completing an apprenticeship, at least not much legally. And being an unlicensed Warlock was definitely frowned upon, if not illegal in most cities.

“Sid, SID!” Sid was pulled from his pool of inner turmoil as Chrys laid a perfectly manicured hand on his shoulder. “You stopped listening to me didn’t you.”

He looked up at her, her face a mask of freckled concern. “Ya. Sorry. I totally spaced getting something figured out. I just, I thought I would have more time. What am I gonna do? My mom’s already going to be disappointed if she finds out I’m not going to be performing blood sacrifices to the Dark Lord every day, let alone if I’m not even a real Warlock. What do I do?” He really didn’t know and he looked pathetically across the table at his best friend who had everything figured out. And while he hated asking for help, he was at a loss.

Chrysanthemum straightened into her take-charge stance and in one smooth arc she was out of the booth and dragging Sid with her. “We’ve got to check the bulletin board. There’s got to be a Master Warlock who’s as much of a procrastinator as you are.” As she went on listing all of her backup, last ditch, worst case scenario, contingency plans, Sid brightened as much as an almost Warlock with no prospects being dragged down the street by his best friend could. Leave it to Chrys to be willing to figure out plans A through Z, even if it was his own fault. It was something he loved about her. She was so selfless and willing to help anyone who needed it, especially the people she cared about.

They didn’t slow until they were nose to nose with the bulletin board just inside the massive oak doors of the school. Now this wasn’t just any bulletin board. It was The Bulletin Board. In addition to being the center for local posts, it was a magical conduit for Magikans around the world. Similar boards existed in nearly every magical loci, whether a school or government base, even some select personal facilities could have access to it. A Magikan could post something on a board in one place and the same post would be reflected on the board in all relevant locations. It was by far, the best place to look for apprenticeship availabilities so of course this was where Chrys and Sid found themselves.

To both their disappointments, the board was sparse. An ad for some used textbooks, a tutor request and a lost familiar sign were all that lingered on the magical surface. The blossoming hope that Sid had felt at Chrys’s enthusiasm died as he stared at the empty board. Nothing. Not a single job posting of any kind. He could feel the sinking of Chrys’s mood as she stood next to him. “Well, we could…,” Chrys struggled to come up with an alternate option. Sid knew she’d been counting on the board, even with all of the backup plans she’s been coming up with on the way here.

“It’s fine Chrys. I’ll figure something out, promise.” He strained a smile as the halls around them filled with a familiar cawing voice.

“Attention all students. Final grades are now available in the Grand Hall. Report there to pick up your reports. If this is your final year, please also be prepared to submit your apprenticeship acquisition forms to the advisors upon receipt of your final report. That is all.” With a squawk, the voice was gone and a feeling of dread began creeping up from Sid’s feet.

“They need the apprenticeship information now?” He squeaked, looking exasperatedly at Chrys. “What are they going to do if I don’t have anything?”

“Well, I mean, I don’t think they need it right away,” she hesitated. “They just want to make sure they get things in order sooner than later. I’m sure they’ll have some good advice for students that don’t have anything lined up. Ya, let’s go now. Then we can get you in to talk to someone before everyone else storms the hall.” And without further preamble, she headed down the cavernous hallway towards the Grand Hall, purpose echoing in every step.

“Okay, I guess that’s,” Sid started to say, but cut off as a shred of hope flickered into existence on the bulletin board. He grabbed the paper as soon as it had fully materialized and read it closely.

Apprentice needed. Practical skills a necessity. Be prepared to demonstrate these during interview. Report to Devlin Smokeshard at 98 E NE Street between 4PM and 8PM on the 21st of May.

Sid stared at the scrap in his hand in disbelief. Today was the 21st. Digging his empty hand into his jeans pocket, he pulled his pocket watch out and checked the time. 4:30. This had to be the best luck Sid had ever had, even over the time he’d gotten out of a presentation on fungi because he had ingested some of the sample he’d been reporting on and ended up with a terrible flu for a week. If he left now, he could hopefully make it back before anyone noticed, and with a job to boot. Sid turned on his heel and headed back through the Academy doors, pulling up the UrWay app on his phone and ordering a ride share to take him to his lifesaver.

Thanks to traffic, it was an hour later when they arrived at the address, a run down looking building with a solitary, cracked, street light at the end of the front walk. Sid got more than the usual weird look from his driver as he stepped out and looked around. The car sped off in a squeal of tires as he took in just how terrible the place looked. Weeds sprouted from every crack in the walkway and vines covered the front wall of the house entirely. The one window he saw was cracked and on the whole, it had the appearance of a ‘condemned for the past hundred years' building. From the corner of his eye he thought he saw the streetlight flicker purple as he walked past, but he chalked it up to his nerves. “Well, I don’t really have a better option do I?” He asked no one in particular as he made his way to the front door. When he raised his hand to knock, the door opened wide on its own and Sid jumped about a foot in the air.

The view of the inside wasn’t much of an improvement. Everything looked moth eaten, moldy and termite ridden. Or at least what Sid assumed termite ridden wood looked like. He supposed this was what he got for putting it off so long. Of course he’d end up apprenticing in a garbage heap. He took one last gulp of fresh air and stepped over the threshold.

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