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agustdakasuga · 4 years

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You Never Walk Alone | Chapter 11

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Poly!AU?, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Student!reader, Omega!Seokjin, Alpha!Yoongi, Beta!Hoseok, Alpha!Namjoon, Omega!Jimin, Beta!Taehyung, Alpha!Jungkook

Summary: You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter.

Each day that you spend with the boys, you learn a lot more about them and slowly find yourself falling for each of their charms, no matter how different they are from you.

“I’m bored.” Jungkook groaned, rolling over Jin’s back.

“Yah! Get off me!” Jin exclaimed with a frown and lifted his back to push the youngest off him. You couldn’t help but laugh, even as humans, Jungkook would always find a way to disturb Jin.

“Jungkook, we’re all trying to study here. Exams are coming up soon.” Namjoon lectured. Jungkook pouted, scrunching his nose at the leader before he scooted up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his cheek against your back.

“Stop it. You’re not a pup anymore.” Taehyung pulled the end Jungkook’s hoodie in an attempt to separate him from you.

“I-It’s okay.” Your cheeks heated up slightly at Jungkook’s close contact with yours.

“See? My mate likes it when I do this.” Jungkook sang in a teasing way, making you choke. The others all sent him disapproving looks. This was how it was, the boys would come to your cabin study with you or you would go to their’s.

“I can’t get this...” You frowned slightly.

“Come here, let me see. I’ll check your workings.” Namjoon leaned in and you showed him your book. Your answers for the math questions just couldn’t match the answer sheet and it was really annoying you. You knew Namjoon was smart. He had a high IQ and always scored full marks for all his tests. Namjoon scanned through all your workings.

“There’s an error in your method. Do it this way.” He wrote it out for you.

“I see.” You put the numbers in and he watched over you, guiding you when you got stuck or confused.

“You’re a genius!” Grabbing his face, you gave him a big kiss on the cheek. But of course, as usual, you realised what you did and pulled away in embarrassment. Namjoon just blinked in shock while the others stared.

“I’m a genius too. Do I get a kiss?” Jimin smiled up at you.

“Uh... I need to go...” You lied and tried to stand up but forgot that Jungkook’s arms were around your waist. The boys knew for a fact that you were working lesser shifts at the cafe because of your exams.

“Come on, you can’t be showing favouritism this early in our relationship.” Hoseok teased and you blushed.

“R-Relationship? You guys didn’t even ask me out properly!” You blurted in an attempt to defend yourself but you were soon caged between Taehyung and Jungkook. They were staring at you with such a different look and Taehyung held his cheek out to you.

“You’re already our mate. It’s fated.” Yoongi snorted, crossing his arms. He was secretly hoping for a little peck from you later too.

“Do I have too?” You squeaked.

“Unless you’re saying you like Namjoon hyung more than all of us.” Jimin pouted and you sighed, giving Taehyung a kiss, followed by Jimin and Jungkook then Hoseok.

“Come on, you two.” You held your arms out. Jin smiled and decided to give you a peck instead while Yoongi kissed your temple. But even after he pulled away, he kept his arm around you. The younger ones have been hogging you that he wanted to have you close to him now. They pouted when they saw that Yoongi wasn’t going to let you go any time soon.

“Actually, (y/n). We have something to ask you.” Namjoon said and you nodded your head.

“You’re curious about all our necklaces. They all represent us and each have their own colour. Only those in the royal bloodline have it.” Jin explained and everyone pulled their necklaces out.

“They’re pretty.” You held Yoongi’s black charm in your hand.

“Well, you have one too.” Yoongi whispered and you stopped. You looked up at him, searching his eyes for any sign of a joke.

“You’re joking.”

“No, you really have one. We have been keeping yours, waiting for the time that you came into our lives. When you found out about us and everything, we were going to give it to you. ” Namjoon took out a white, rectangular box.

“Open it.” Hoseok encouraged. You received it with two hands, being extra careful not to drop it or anything.

“It’s... beautiful. It’s really mine?” You stared at the iridescent white crystal charm hanging from the black loop and looked up at them.

“Yes, it’s really yours. It’s a sign that you’re the mate of the royal princes.” Taehyung leaned back on his hands. Yoongi, being the closest, took the necklace out and you lifted your hair for him to put it around your neck, clasping it safely. You looked down at the charm.

“Thank you.” You smiled up at them.

With that, you all continued studying. Jungkook constantly got up to go and get more snacks and drinks, not wanting to study anymore.

“I’m going to game.” Jungkook kissed your cheek casually and saluted before going upstairs to his room. You blushed while the others shook their heads. Jungkook could do whatever he wanted. He didn’t need to study or get good grades.

“Can I ask you guys something?” You spoke. They nodded their heads.

“I was researching online, which I know you guys don’t really want me to since there are just a lot of false information there. But I read something about heats and/or ruts. What’s that? Do you guys have it?” You asked. They choked.

“W-Well... We do. The alphas and betas go through ruts. The omegas go through heats.” Namjoon said. All the boys were slightly red.

“Ruts and heats lasts for a week and it’s basically our wolf side having the need to breed.” Jin explained.

“Oh...” Now you were also red, realising what you asked them.

“We were going to talk to you about that when you got more comfortable since we didn’t want to overload you with too much information. It wouldn’t really be safe for you to be around the house when any of us are going through ruts or heats now that we have you as our mate. But don’t be scared or anything, we all react to our heats differently.” Jimin continued.

“I understand. So when are your ruts or heats?”

“In two weeks. We’ll just have to refrain from getting too close to one another in that week of it. It gets a little more intense around the middle of the week with the full moon.” Yoongi informed.

“So on that night, stay away from us.” Taehyung chuckled in a serious and joking way. You nodded your head again, making a mental note.

“When is this going to be over?” Jimin whined. Truthfully, everyone was getting tired of spending their days studying. You just accepted them as mates, you should all be playing and having fun together as mates but the exams just had to suck all the fun out of it.

“Let’s continue then break for dinner.” Hoseok suggested and everyone agreed to that. Jungkook came back down, rubbing his eyes. He laid dow on the couch to wait for dinner.

“Shall we make ramen tonight?” Jungkook lifted his head.

“I don’t mind. Yoongi and Jin are tired. They shouldn’t cook.” You smiled. The two older ones gave you grateful smiles.

“She’s always so understanding.” Yoongi softened.

“I’ll cook!” Jungkook stood up and shuffled into the kitchen to start cooking ramen. Jin decided to go get some pork belly out to pan fry as well to accompany the noodles.

“Sure you don’t want boiled chicken instead of the pork belly, Chim?” You nudged him while chuckling. He shot you such a dirty look, letting out a playful growl. The whole thing with the bland, boiled chicken has become an inside joke between you and Jimin now. You and him constantly teased each other about it.

“But that’s how I knew it was you in my dream. The first thing you told me was no more bland chicken.” You giggled.

“That’s right.” He pulled you back so you leaned against his chest as he hugged you. They all had a higher body temperature than humans that you were not afraid of the cold anymore.

“Dinner!” Jungkook and Jin called. Everyone went to the dining table to help. You set the table with Taehyung and Jimin while the others got drinks and the two who cooked brought the food out. There were 2 pots of ramen at each side of the table and 3 plates of meat.

“Can I get you some?” Jin smiled and you nodded, handing your empty bowl to him. He scooped some ramen in for you.

“Thank you.” You took the bowl back and dug in. When Jungkook tells you he is the ramen master, best believe him because it was good noodles. Jungkook placed a piece of meat into your bowl.

“Eat up.” He smiled and you nodded, putting the piece of meat into your mouth. The boys looked at you fondly. They couldn’t believe you were at their table.

“It feels so right to have her here.” Hoseok gushed.

“She fits right in.” Taehyung smiled.

“Hey, are you guys leaving me out on one of your mental conversations again?” You scrunched your nose at them. You learnt to look out for when they were having a mind link conversation without you. They would suddenly grow quiet and they would sort of look distant when they were mind linking. Namjoon chuckled and patted your head.

“Don’t worry. No bad things are being said. Trust me.” He smiled, his dimple popping up.

“Alright, I trust you.” You giggled.

“I’m so full. The dinner was satisfying.” You said when you swallowed your remaining mouthful of noodles. Jungkook and Jin smiled at each other, happy to know you appreciated their efforts.

“You didn’t eat much though.” Jimin frowned slightly.

“I eat little compared to you guys because I’m not a wolf. You guys have such big appetites. I would know from experience.” You chuckled and everyone laughed along.

“Let’s clean up and get back to studying.” Namjoon clapped his hands. Everyone helped with cleaning up. With the study period, you would stay at the boys’ house quite late but you have never stayed over before. You would know when you’re sleepy and leave to go home.

“Let’s get it!” You sat in front of your chemistry book again.

“Hey, (y/n)-”

“Shh.” Jin shushed Hoseok, pointing over to you. Your head was slowly bobbing up and down as your body swayed gently. Yoongi caught you before you could fall back and hurt yourself.

“I’ll bring her to my room.” Yoongi carried you up before the others could protest and brought you to his room.

“I just came to say goodnight to her.” Taehyung came in and leaned down to kiss your forehead. The others came in too, doing the same as Taehyung, while Yoongi went to wash up.

“Goodnight, hyung.” Jimin smiled at the older. Yoongi gave an acknowledging nod as Jimin exited the room. Unlike the others who slept without clothes, Yoongi liked sleeping in soft pyjama sets. He pulled his hoodie over his head and grabbed a set from his drawer. Looking over at your sleeping form, he was glad you were already dressed in sweats and a tee.

He climbed into bed and slid his arm under your neck so your head would rest comfortably on his shoulder and you would be tucked under his arm. A soft smile appeared on his face as he looked down at you.

You were so beautiful to him.

“Goodnight, my love.” Yoongi leaned in to kiss your cheek as you snuggled closer to him.

Letting out a yawn, you slowly opened your eyes to see a chest in front of you. The peek of pale skin gave away who it was. You looked up and indeed, you saw Yoongi’s sleeping face before yours.

*He’s so cute.* He reminded you of a child, letting out little huffs and clearing his throat occasionally as he slept. You were lying on his arm, your body pressed to his, while his other was lazily draped over your waist. The intimacy made your cheeks heat up but at the same time, you never wanted to leave.

“SLEEPYHEADS!” Jin burst into the room. Yoongi groaned, leaning down to bury his head in your neck.

“Go away.” He said to the older.

“I’m surprised they sent you in, Jin.” You chuckled, stroking the back of Yoongi’s head. Another thing you came to learn was no one dares to wake Yoongi up from his sleep. It’s as good as suicide.

“Well, the younger ones decided to make me the sacrificial lamb this time.” Jin snorted, making you laugh.

“Give us 5 minutes and we’ll get up. Thanks for coming to wake us up. Your bravery is appreciated.” You said and Jin chuckled before he came over to kiss your temple before leaving. When the door closed, you tried to pull away from the intimate distance but Yoongi’s arms wrapped around your waist tightly to hold you in place, making you squirm.

“Yoongi! We need to get up.” You argued.

“No. All we’re going to do is spend the day studying.” Yoongi yawned, already bored with the thought of studying the whole day.

“Well, I want to go home. I need to shower and change.” You giggled, shoving his chest lightly.

“Why can’t you shower here? You already slept here, in the same bed as one of us?” He raised an eyebrow and you choked. He was always so straightforward that it constantly caught you off guard.

“Y-You! Me staying over last night wasn’t intentional. I fell asleep!” You stuttered nervously. Yoongi chuckled at how flustered he could make you.

“Right...” He teased. Your cheeks just turned redder.

“Let’s wash up. I put a spare toothbrush inside for you.” Yoongi pulled you up and you nodded, keeping your head down. The both of you brushed your teeth together and Yoongi changed out of his sleepwear. He handed you a black shirt you could wear.

“Are we just going to spend the day studying inside again?” Taehyung whined as he sat down at the breakfast table.

“Let’s go out. Get some fresh air.” Namjoon said.

“Where’s Kookie?” You asked when you noticed one empty chair. They all snorted. If Yoongi was scary to wake up, Jungkook was notorious for sleeping through anything. He was the hardest to wake up.

“I tried to wake him up but failed.” Jimin shook his head with a sigh. Taehyung patted his shoulder.

“I’ll go.” You stood up and went to Jungkook’s room. You knocked before entering. Instead of being on the bed, he was on the ground, a sign that maybe he tried to get up to go to the bathroom to wash up but fell asleep on the way there. You chuckled and sat down in front of him, rubbing his back to coax him to wake up.

“Kookie. It’s time to wake up.” You cooed. He let out a whine.

“Come on. The others are waiting to have breakfast. You won’t have food left if your hyungs finish everything.” You said and his eyes opened slightly. You both knew that the others would leave food for you but not him.

“Good morning.” He said huskily and hugged you, pulling you down on top of his chest. You let out a squeak of surprise.

“Morning.” You blushed.

“If you give me a morning kiss, I’ll wake up.” Jungkook winked.

“No!” You squealed, trying to get out of his grip. Jungkook laughed, amused by you. He relaxed his hold on you and you scrambled to your feet, opening the door to run out but crashed into a chest. You stumbled back but arms wrapped themselves around your waist to hold you.

“Are you bullying our mate, Jeon Jungkook?” Namjoon asked. Jungkook sat up, scoffing and ruffling his hair.

“Wash up, Kookie!” You managed to shout before Namjoon pulled you out of the room and back to the dining table. You sat down and Yoongi set an iced coffee in front of you.

“Thank you.” You smiled and took a sip. Jungkook came down minutes after, his hair still messy as he buttoned his shirt.

“Aigo.” You chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair to help manage it a little. Jungkook closed his eyes, leaning into your touch like he would when he is a wolf. Once you were done, you pulled away and Jungkook let out a whine of displeasure. You patted his head and began eating. You poured your stew into your rice and mixed it.

“You always do that.” Hoseok pointed out.

“It’s my lazy way of eating in the morning. Might as well mix it together since I’m eating it together.” You explained sheepishly.

“She’s so cute.” They all thought.

After breakfast, the boys all shifted and you carried some snacks in a backpack. They threaded beside you carefully as you made your way out to your usual spot in the empty field.

“Kookie.” You chuckled as he used his muzzle to nudge the back of your leg gently to get you to play with him.

“I’ll sit here.” You laid a mat out, sitting down and putting the bag of snacks beside you. The wolves whined at your decision to not play with them. Yoongi laid on your lap and you stroked his head, watching your fingers run through his pure white fur.

“Why don’t you want to run with them?” You asked.

“Why should I go when I can stay and lie down with you?” He scoffed, leaning into your touch.

“How do you all keep your fur so soft?” You wondered out loud as you buried your face into his face, feeling the hairs tickle your skin softly. Yoongi snorted, your questions were so random that it amused him to no end.

“I brought fruit.” You took the apple slices out, taking a bite then offering it to Yoongi, who gobbled it from your hand. When the boys were wolves, they always liked to steal your food, even if you gave them your own. They would demand that you share with them and they also know that you cannot resist their puppy wolf face.

“Berries?” You asked and Yoongi shook his head.

“There’s watermelon too.” You took the container out and he nodded his head, moving closer to you.

“Hold on.” You pushed his nose away slightly as you removed the container lid. Putting a piece in your palm, you held it out to him and he gently ate it, careful not to use his teeth to hurt you.

“The juice is going to stain your mouth.” You took a tissue to wipe his mouth. Yoongi looked at you with adoration. You cared about his fur so much.

“Yoon- Yoongi.” He stepped into the space between your crossed legs and tucked his head under your chin, letting out low growls of satisfaction. You just blinked in confusion, not sure what to do as he suddenly came so close to you. You laughed and opened your mouth to eat a piece of fruit.

“You’re so close.” You stated.

“That’s the point.” Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“Boys, watermelon!” You called and the 6 came over. They stopped when they saw the position you and Yoongi were in. Yoongi looked away, resting his head on your shoulder. You held the fruit out to them and they ate it.

“Why are you guys coming so near? Hold on! Wait!” Soon, 6 other wolf bodies were pressed against you from all sides.

“You guys aren’t exactly pups! If you didn’t notice!” You put an arm around Namjoon to hold yourself up. Taehyung constantly sniffed you while Jimin playfully nipped your fingers.

“Chim, stop that.” You giggled.

“You guys have no idea what personal space is, don’t you?” You scoffed.

“Nope!” They barked and you rolled your eyes.

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mister-supernova · 4 years

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Please Don’t Go

Part 1

Pairing: Hope Mikaelson x Reader

Just when you felt like you were on top of the world, you slowly started to feel yourself sinking towards the ground. Your knees gave out beneath you seconds after Hope and MG left the basement. Thankfully Lizzie was there to slow your fall and she guided you back to your original sitting spot from earlier.

With the infection worsening, you thought to yourself that you’d give anything to have Hope back here by your side. That way your mind wouldn’t be completely focused on the pain.

The poison from the bullet began to travel all over your back, across your arms, around your neck, and it was quickly starting to blur your vision as well. You didn’t need a mirror to know that you probably looked as grey and sickly as Josie did.

From your spot against the wall, you could see that the witches must’ve gotten their powers back given that Lizzie could siphon now. You watched her desperately try to pull the magic out of the bullets that were poisoning you and her sister, but there wasn’t any progress made. Josie still looked like death and you were catching up.

Nothing they were saying could reach you from across the cell. Just like your vision, your hearing was feeling fuzzy, making anything the twins were saying to each other sound like a muffled mess of words.

A little later on, you saw the two of them stand and leave the cell for a few minutes. You figured it was because they wanted to help the school.

As much as you wanted to join them, you couldn’t move any of your limbs without them feeling like they were on fire and your head was pounding, making it more difficult to even focus on trying to move.

Now it was getting harder to catch your breath. You were struggling to keep your eyelids open because it felt like they were being weighed down by a ton of bricks. 95% of the saliva in your mouth had dried up, making your lips more chapped than you were used to and your throat drier than the Sahara Desert, and you were sweating worse than you do on full moons.

The bullets couldn’t be siphoned out of you, the poison couldn’t be removed, and you were quickly coming to the realization that neither you or Josie had any chances of surviving through the night.

“I’m sorry, Hope,” you manage to sputter out, “I don’t think I can win this one.” You squeeze your hand into a fist, wishing that Hope’s was there to squeeze it back and give you her assurance that you were going to be okay.

“Now I know that the Y/n L/n isn’t giving up just like that.” A familiar voice echoes through your head.

You didn’t have to think twice to know that it was Hope’s voice you were hearing. Even though your perception of time has been feeling off, you knew that there was no way she was back at the school already.

You open your eyes just to be sure, but to your surprise a blurry figure of what looked to be Hope was sitting right by your side just as she was before leaving to save Landon.

“Well, I doubt hearing voices and seeing people who aren’t really here is a good sign for me.”

“Says who?” She shrugs at you exactly as you would to her.

“Says every movie where a person is on the brink of death. They always see delusions before they...” you didn’t want to say it, “you know.”

“So you’re finally admitting that you’re delusional? It’s about time.”

You let out a weak chuckle, “They’re usually just figures of their subconscious as well, so the unusual sense of humor makes sense.”

She scoffs, “See, now that’s just rude. How do you know your sense of humor didn’t just rub off on me, huh?”

“No offense, but Hope wouldn’t normally be so comedic before my time of death.”

“So you’d prefer me to be a little more emotional then?”

You shake your head, “No, this Hope is fine actually. It’s comforting considering you’re just a figment of my imagination.”

She gives you a soft smile and though you know she isn’t really here, it sets your mind at ease, “Good because I wasn’t going to be able to burst into tears anyways.”

You smile back and avert your gaze to the stone floor, seeing her hand placed so close to yours. You were wanting more than anything to reach over and really feel her here with you.

“I’m tired, Hope,” you say softly, feeling your eyes burn the longer you kept them open.

“Just fight for a little while longer,” she moves her face to where it’s inches away from yours, “You know I’ll be back any minute.”

You scan the blurred features on her face, taking them all in like it would be the last time you’d ever get to see them, “I’ll just close my eyes for a little while. Wake me up when you get here.”

“Y/n...” you could hear her voice drifting away as you began to nod off.

You weren’t sure how much time passed before Kaleb and MG came running back down to help you up. It felt like you had dozed off for five minutes, but who knows how long you were really knocked out for. You were surprised to open your eyes and find that you were still breathing.

“Come on, we need to move you to your room.” MG took you by one arm while Kaleb grabbed another.

“Where’s Hope?” You muttered weakly, letting your head roll forward since it felt like a bowling ball to keep up, “Is everyone okay?”

“She’s not back yet, but the school is safe now. We also have something that will make you feel better. Just a little farther.”

The boys carefully and urgently used their vampire speed to guide you into your dorm before setting you down on your bed. When the air conditioner began hitting you directly, you felt even colder than you did in the basement where there was little to no AC. Chills ran throughout your whole body and you tried your best to keep yourself from shivering, but failed to do so.

“Here, Y/n. Drink this. Slowly.” MG uncaps a vial of blood and before you could question it, you felt the metallic liquid coax the inside of your mouth. You let small drops of it fall down your throat so that you wouldn’t choke and within seconds you felt yourself start to feel better.

“Why did I just drink blood?” You ask, feeling your energy slowly begin to return, “And whose was it?” You knew that vampire blood could heal those who are injured, but from what the Triad agents said, the bullet would tear you up from the inside out. Nothing should’ve healed you or Josie.

“It’s Hope’s. She told Dr. Saltzman that it would help heal you and Jo,” MG explains, “He gave her a vial not too long ago and she’s almost fully healed already.”

Though you still had many questions as to how that was possible, your only concern now was Hope coming back home.

You wished that you had the strength to go with her when she left, but doubted that she would’ve let you because of A; the unstable condition you were in, and B; there was no way she was going to let you get hurt again by taking you to the Malivore pit.

After another thirty minutes passed you were back to your normal and healthy self. Then later that evening, Dr. Saltzman called a meeting and confessed that the artifact that drained the witches’ powers was brought in by him.

The parents were the only other people who were made aware of it. That was how MG’s mom knew about it and used it against the students. He explained that it was only supposed to be used if things at the school were bad, but instead it put all the students in danger and nearly killed two of you.

The honor council would now be deciding what your headmaster’s fate was going to be and if you were honest, you hoped they weren’t going to let him stay. Yeah, Josie represents the witches and that’s her father, but what happened was caused by him and you believed that deserved some sort of consequence.

You weren’t in the honor council and there wasn’t much to do at the school except wait for Hope to get back to cast her vote. You imagined that she got to the Malivore pit a little while after the school assembly and that she just finished kicking whatever monster’s ass that was in her way and destroyed the pit for good.

Her and Landon would be driving back to Mystic Falls any minute now and you could see her beautiful tribrid face again. You couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when she sees that you’re okay or for the tight and possibly bone crushing hug that would follow.

A smile crept across your face at the thought of your first kiss and the fact that you’d be alive to do it again. Out of all the crazy beautiful and handsome students at this school, the tribrid liked you. Something about that felt so unbelievably bizarre but also super incredible.

As you lay with your back against your bed, thinking about how chaotic this day has been, you were about to realize that things were going to get even worse.

Your phone began to ring on the nightstand, causing you to sit up and crawl over to see that the caller ID was Hope’s.

She must be calling to let me know they’re on their way back, you thought.

“Let me guess, you had to fight off a horde of gremlins, you ‘incendiad’ the hell out of them and saved the day once again.” You smile confidently as you answer the phone.

“Not exactly,” Hope laughs nervously and you could hear a hint of pain in her voice, “I take it by your upbeat wittiness that you’re feeling better?”

“Yeah, your blood worked absolute wonders, Mikaelson. How did you know it would heal us?”

“I didn’t realize it at first, but I was shot by one of the Malivore bullets, too. Only, I healed when you two didn’t.”

Your smile begins to fade, “How is that possible?”

“Because Malivore was created by the blood of a werewolf, a witch, and a vampire. Which means one more thing… and I don’t think you’re going to like it.”

The other end of the call was silent, but you could hear Hope’s breathing begin to shake. “Hope, is everything okay?” You felt your heart slowly making its way up your throat.

“Y/n, Clarke found the final artifact and threw it into the pit. Malivore is going to rise at any minute unless I stop him.”

“And how do you plan on doing that, Hope? Where’s Landon? Is he there to help you?” You stood up, preparing yourself to ask MG to run you all the way to Fort Valley right now.

“I kind of snapped his neck, but he’ll be back. I couldn’t let him stop me from doing what I’m about to do.” You slowly felt yourself begin to panic.

“What are you about to do?” Her silence was the only answer you needed.

If Malivore was created by a witch, a vampire, and a werewolf, that could only mean one thing.

You let out a shaky sigh, “Hope, you’re not jumping into that pit.”

“Don’t you get it, Y/n? This is what I was meant to do. This is the whole reason why I was born, why my father sacrificed himself for me. I’m not some cosmic mistake without a purpose. I know that now and I know what I have to do.” Your throat knotted up tightly and an ugly feeling filled your stomach.

“No, Hope. Your father sacrificed himself so that he could live your life, so that you could be happy, not for you to jump into a mudpit where your family and friends will forget who you are forever.” You wished that she wasn’t so damn far away. You wanted to go help her, but you felt so useless.

“I have to do this. We don’t have time to come up with another solution.”

“Just come back!” you say desperately, “We’ll rally up the students, we can help fight Malivore or something. We can think of something, anything, just please don’t leave.”

You hardly ever begged for anything in your life, but you did not want to lose Hope.

“You… you said you’d be back, Hope. So just please, please come back.” Your voice softened as your throat tightened even more and tears built up in your eyes.

“In a few minutes you won’t even remember who I am.” That’s what broke you.

You didn’t want to forget Hope. You didn’t want to forget the sound of her laugh after one of your jokes, or her victorious smile after beating you in a spar session, or the way her eyes rolled when you’d say something sarcastic, or the proud look on her face after finishing another amazing painting.

“I already told Dr. Saltzman to get rid of all of my things. I’m sorry, Y/n,” you could tell that Hope was holding herself back from crying by the wavering tone in her voice, “I wish things were different and that we had more time. I have to go.”

“Hope,” you try calling out to her, but you were only met with a dial tone. You throw your phone onto your bed, frustrated and broken-hearted.

In mere moments from now, you would have no memories of the tribrid you had fallen in love with. She would cease to exist in your mind and there was nothing you could do to stop it... or was there?

sorry this took me longer to post than i expected to... i’ve been caught up with school and kept forgetting to add part 2, but thank you all for the love on part 1 and i’ll see ya again for part 3! <3

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#hope mikaelson #hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson imagine #legacies cw #legacies imagine #legacies x reader #Legacies

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lordoftermites · 3 years

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THE FOX & THE THORNBUSH

Part 2: made this one a flashback (and probably should do with part 1 as well) since I just finished reading A Visit to the Impossible Lands. We’ll just pretend I knew exactly what I was doing when I wrote it.

Pairing: Roiben x Kaye

Summary: A bit of G-rated fluff between Roiben and Kaye, because these two never have enough of that in their story and they fucking deserve it even if I gotta do it myself.

Part 1 here.

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“Oh, come onnnn. Just try it,” Kaye says, nudging the paper cup nearer to his lips. Steam rises in lazy swirls to dissipate into the cool air of the brugh. It smells faintly of a berry Roiben thinks is familiar but can’t place, and even less like the coffee she promises it’s made of. “I mean, you liked the bacon and honey blend last week, and that was absolute garbage. This is the best one so far, I swear.”

Roiben inspects the cup in his hand, at the artwork representing Moon In A Cup—Kaye's coffee shop in the mortal world.

Printed on the side of the vessel is an intricate drawing of a tea cup. Its well is designed to look like the cap of a toadstool—a deep indigo, with silver speckles of varying size. Woven branches of spring-green thorn make up the handle. Inside the cup, on a wave of black coffee, floats a crescent moon. It seems to reflect the light of the hall, like a stolen sliver of moonlight. Just above that, as if drawn to the silver glow, a miniature green-winged moth hovers.

On the corner of the left wing is a letter H, written in a pastel pink flourish: Roiben takes a guess that Kaye must have finally managed to track down and enlist the talents of her favorite comic artist. Indeed, it’s fine work.

Kaye pushes the cup toward him again. “Would you stop looking at it like it might be poison and just take a fucking sip already? It’s going to get cold—and I’m not trying it until you do.” Somehow, only she can make the avid impatience of a pixie an endearing trait. Roiben suspects he might have a small bias.

Although, her admission to not having tested the brew herself first is rather dubious.

Roiben raises a brow at her, but concedes with a small grin. “I was just admiring the new emblem,” he says, before taking a tentative sip of the still-actually-very-hot contents. It scalds the tip of his tongue, but to his surprise, it really is coffee. It’s light, and there’s a bitter, but pleasant aftertaste—something familiar.

The burnt spot on his tongue is beginning to dull, replaced by a slight tingling sensation that spreads upward. He frowns, contemplating. Kaye is watching him intensely, those moonless eyes of hers glittering with anticipation. She's very near to vibrating herself right off of the arm of his throne.

They’ve made it to her favorite part of the testing: having Roiben guess the flavors—and hidden tricks—of her new concoctions. He grins again: he was incorrect only once, and that had been for the simple fact he hadn’t known, at the time, what a Goo-Goo Cluster was.

“Ah,” he muses softly. “Rowan berry.” He smiles, and Kaye looks positively crestfallen. She huffs, but it’s a brief sulk; try as she might to be a sore loser, she inevitably cheers when Roiben chuckles and pulls her into his lap. He even takes another, longer sip of the coffee, to which her smile becomes full and genuine.

There are few things in his life that can warm the residual frost in his bones, and quite nearly all of them either begin or end with that smile.

He runs a finger across his lips. As he’d thought, it wasn’t just the coffee’s temperature prickling his mouth. While he’s had a brief education of what the berries might do, he’s not, until now, had to put that information to use. “A mortal safeguard from glamours when dried and strung,” Roiben says, “it seems it also contains much of the same dilutional properties when consumed by fey.”

Kaye frowns, so he elaborates, pointing to his mouth: “I can’t feel my tongue.” There’s the lightest slur in words there, a confirmation of mild insensibility.

The usual emerald green of Kaye’s cheeks have washed out to something closer to pistachio. Roiben’s laugh rings through the otherwise-stillness of the brugh, escaping him before he can help it; perhaps the berries offer a maddening effect as well. “And you said it wasn’t poisoned.”

“But... Ravus said!” Kaye exclaims, panicked and snatching the “poisoned” coffee from him. She looks at it as though it is an enemy, a vicious foe that must be slain in earnest. “Ravus said the berries are only poisonous if they’re eaten off the plant. And even then, you won’t like, die or anything—they just cause… stomach problems. He said, and I quote, ‘as long as they’re cooked, they’re one-hundred percent safe to eat.’” She huffs again, the forced air puffing her green cheeks, and sinks back against him with a sullen glare at the cup in her hands. “I was going to run a special—Free Biodegradable Necklace With Each Purchase—y’know, some rowan berries for the mortals that come into the shop.”

Roiben knows all too well the potion-maker would not have given Kaye information with the intent to deceive; for a start, of the meager list Roiben keeps for friends, Ravus has proven himself, far and away, a creature of honor and loyalty—self-exile notwithstanding. Moreover— and more importantly, Ravus now has the greater duty of being a father; no doubt he would be remiss in a few, finer details. Roiben is almost certain he would be, should such a day ever come (though he lingers not long at all on that thought and does not allow himself the further consideration of what touching Impossibility feels like).

He knows, too, that the rowan berry will do no more harm than it already has: as some mortals have adverse reactions to the pollen of flowers, the fey suffer something similar with rowan, with only a more... mystical variant. Should the berries be ingested, the ability to glamour by speech is thoroughly subdued, until the berries are expelled one way or another. Roiben had learned of its effect on their kind years back, when Ravus had been a lone, exiled alchemist beneath a bridge, and Roiben had been naught but a fool in a king’s costume, taking many an ill-advised risk to win an unwinnable war.

He had proffered sanctuary to the exiled fey in the city then—of which that asylum had extended to Ravus and his mortal lover. And now, their small child of clay and air, with her curls of flaming copper, aurelian eyes and horn-tipped ears, carried with her the protection of the Court of Termites in its entirety; from Unseelie borough to Seelie grove, the girl would be safe.

Roiben had not, neither then or now, forced fealty, and not for more than one night and one day had he requested the man’s aid in the plan he had used to thwart Silarial. A faerie sigh, Ravus had called that brief servitude. How on the mark that turn of phrase had been—Roiben is still not so sure he had taken a single breath at all that day.

“Fret not, little fox.” The private moniker brings Kaye’s ink-black eyes back up to him. Her brows are woven together in real worry. Roiben gives his consort a pitying look, and brushes a wild lock of deep-green hair from her face. “It’s…—ah, an allergic reaction, I believe mortals call it?” Kaye exhales a wavered breath of relief, before nodding affirmatively. He kisses her pout and smiles; she tastes of honey chapstick, and a phantom of roasted dandelion tea—his favorite.

“It’s very possible,” he says, taking back the newfound nemesis and holding it out for careful examination, “as it is rarely put to use by our like due to the nature of the thing, Ravus meant it’s only safe for human consumption, and likely did not think you would try it outright on your own monarch.” Roiben winks down at her, but she doesn’t seem to enjoy the joke.

“In any case—”

With a shocked gasp of dissent from Kaye, he grins, tips the cup to stinging lips, and drains it to the dregs.

“You were right: it’s much better than the bacon.”

He smiles at her—or, at least, he hopes he’s smiling. He can’t tell: his mouth has gone entirely numb.

#i get to this point with everything i write #where i'm d o n e writing it - whether or not it's properly tied up or not #and that will be my downfall i stg #ok time to get on the pain train for the next chapters #hope yall don't wanna kill me for them bc i know i'm gonna wanna do it myself #rath roiben rye #kaye fierch #kaye x roiben #modern faerie tales #the folk of the air #mft #tfota #the wicked king #tfota fanfic

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cobra-diamond · 4 years

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The Unfinished 2nd Half of Zuko’s Journey

Zuko’s journey consists of two parts. The first part we saw in the show; it was Zuko receiving his Uncle’s forgiveness and becoming Fire Lord. The second part we did not see; it is his struggle to restore the honor of the Fire Nation.

The True Ending of Avatar

The ending for Avatar was not Aang and Katara kissing in Ba Sing Se in front of a beautiful sunset followed by the word “The End”.

No, the true ending of Avatar was Zuko’s coronation. That was the moment when you knew the Gaang had accomplished their goals, that their journey was complete and that the Avatar world had changed for good; the Fire Nation’s war was over and Zuko was the Fire Lord who was going to restore the honor of the Fire Nation...

... Going to. He had not done it yet by the show’s end.

Zuko: “I promised my Uncle that I would restore the honor of the Fire Nation, and I will.”

“And I will”... Will. It was a new goal that hadn’t been achieved and you can bet your butt it wasn’t over three months later. Now read the next lines:

Zuko: “The road ahead of us is challenging. A hundred years of fighting has left the world scarred and divided. But with the Avatar's help, we can get it back on the right path, and begin a new era of love and peace.”

The road ahead is “challenging”. “Get it back” on the right path. “Begin” a new era of love and peace.

Restore the honor of the Fire Nation... A Goal.

Begin a new era of love and peace... A Motivation.

The road ahead is challenging... A Conflict.

These are the beginnings of an entirely new story for the franchise; a logical continuation of the original cast that does not erase the significance of what came before. It is the continuation of Zuko’s stated Goals and Motivations at the end of the show where he must change and grow in order to become the Fire Lord that redeems the Fire Nation.

It is the beginning of the second half of Zuko’s journey.

Where Aang’s Journey Ends, Zuko’s Endures

Aang’s journey in the show consists of a single, clear goal with a definite endgame: master all four elements and defeat the Fire Lord. Once Aang masters all four elements, he is ready to face the Fire Lord. Once he defeats the Fire Lord, his journey is over. How he masters all four elements and defeats the Fire Lord, along with the people he meets along the way, is what makes the story deep and compelling. This is where Zuko comes in.

The purpose of Zuko’s journey wasn’t clear for over half of the show. Until Iroh spelled it out for him in Avatar and the Fire Lord, it appeared he was a morally ambiguous wild card who could end up on either side. Why Zuko’s inner turmoil was so important to Aang’s journey was not clear.

Indeed, we did not know the full importance of Zuko’s journey until he stood up to his father in Day of Black Sun. That’s when learned why Zuko was important: he was the crown prince abandoning the evil ways of his country to help the Avatar save the world.

So you’d think that when Zuko helped Aang master firebending, defeated his sister in the Agni Kai and was crowned Fire Lord that his journey was over, right? That being crowned Fire Lord was Zuko’s reward for being a sensitive, gentle soul unlike the ruthless, warmongering norm in his family?

That he’d spend the rest of his days slowly coping with his trauma while enjoying endless, relaxing days of romantic bliss with Mai? That he wouldn’t face internal opposition from the diehards and stalwarts of the old regime? That from the start of his reign he would be leading a Fire Nation that was fully accepting of him and everything he stood for… Right?

Wrong.

The Tragedy of the Fire Nation

In addition to the central conflict of ending the Hundred Year War and Aang’s need to defeat the Fire Lord, there were numerous subtle threads running through the show that gave Avatar its heart and soul: the tragic, lasting effects of war on a people and their culture, the effects of foisting too much responsibility on children, the importance of friendship and having people to lean on, among many others. One of these threads concerned the topic of how decent, normal people can turn bad.

In Season 1, it is revealed that Avatar Roku—a firebender—was a respectable, honorable Avatar despite being a member of the Fire Nation.

In the same season, a Fire Sage helps Aang in his effort to connect with Roku despite being loyal to the Fire Nation and Fire Lord and Avatar.

Aang: “If this is the Avatar's temple, why did the Sages attack me?” Shyu: “Things have changed. In the past, the Sages were loyal only to the Avatar. When Roku died, the Sages eagerly awaited for the next Avatar to return. But he never came.”

In The Blue Spirit, Aang laments to Zuko how one of his best friends was Fire Nation and says to his enemy, “Do you think we could have been friends, too?”

A Fire Nation admiral and firebending master—Jeong Jeong—deserts out of disillusionment with the war.

And Iroh fights Zhao to stop him from destroying the Moon Spirit, to which Zhao does agree, for a moment, until his temper gets the better of him, showing that concern for harmony and balance isn’t a lost concept in the Fire Nation; it’s just buried deep.

In Season 2, Aang rescues the child of Omashu’s occupying governor, ignoring the practical advantages of keeping it as a hostage, and we are explicitly shown how happy this makes the invaders.

In Zuko Alone, Zuko becomes a truly sympathetic character. We are shown how he has always struggled to live up to the expectations of his warmongering family, and leading up to Season 2’s finale, Zuko and Irohs’ disillusionment with their country reaches new heights, showing that the militaristic expectations of the Fire Nation isn’t even embraced by all members of its ruling family.

In Season 3, the Gaang lives in the Fire Nation. We see Fire Nation people, their kids, their towns, their daily lives. Aang is actually excited to be in the Fire Nation because it reminds him how much fun it was before the war.

In Avatar and the Fire Lord, Roku is shown to have been the best friend of the Fire Lord that started the war, but Sozin’s desire and willpower to achieve his goals corrupted him, and in that same episode, Aang comments that friendships can transcend lifetimes, suggesting that the Avatar and the Fire Lord can be friends again. Ultimately, this is proven true when Zuko joins the Gaang, helps them stop the war and becomes friends with Aang.

Toph: “It's like these people are born bad.” Aang: “No, that's wrong. I don't think that was the point of what Roku showed me at all. Roku was just as much Fire Nation as Sozin was, right? If anything, their story proves anyone's capable of great good and great evil. Everyone, even the Fire Lord and the Fire Nation have to be treated like they're worth giving a chance. And I also think it was about friendships.”

Everyone, even the Fire Lord and Fire Nation, have to be treated like they’re worth giving a chance. Even if they don’t ask for it.

But most importantly, at the start of every episode, Katara says the Four Nations used to live together in harmony.

What the show was saying in so many small ways was that the Fire Nation’s war and what its leaders had become were neither normal for the Avatar world nor for the Fire Nation itself. Not even Chin the Conqueror’s conquests of the Earth Kingdom holds a candle to the Fire Nation’s multiple layers of evil, self-interest and disregard for world balance. It was a world first, even for the Fire Nation.

While the existence of the all-powerful Avatar, in theory, helps keep the peace between the four nations, the Fire Nation did not used to be hostile to the other nations. Sozin changed the old Fire Nation, the one that was peaceful and enlightened, that achieved an unprecedented era of prosperity, that convinced Sozin that the Fire Nation was first among equals. The fun, friendly Fire Nation that Aang remembered was lost and it stayed lost for a hundred years…

… And the solution wasn’t to destroy the Fire Nation.

The True Purpose of Zuko’s Journey

Until the series finale, Zuko’s journey appeared to be about him achieving moral redemption for his time spent as a halfhearted, incompetent, semi-accomplice in his nation’s evils. But Zuko did not turn against his father and help the Avatar in order to redeem himself of his sins. No, he turned against his country because he was alienated from it, couldn’t meet its expectations and became disillusioned with its goals. In other words, because it was what Uncle Iroh had taught him.

Zuko’s heart told him that betraying Iroh in Ba Sing Se was wrong and that he needed to right that wrong. To Zuko, doing the right thing meant following Uncle Iroh’s guidance and accepting him as his true father, and to do that required switching sides. Zuko’s redemption was not achieved when he stood up to his father. It was not achieved when he stood victorious over Azula. It wasn’t even achieved when he became Fire Lord at the end of the show. Zuko’s redemption was when Iroh hugged and forgave him. That was the moment of catharsis for Zuko. That was his “redemptive” moment.

Zuko wasn’t redeemed when he showed people he was “good” or “righteous” or “honorable”. Zuko was redeemed when he felt accepted as a son... By his uncle.

Unfortunately, Zuko’s troubles were deeper than his banishment and Agni Kai with his father. In short, he simply didn’t belong in the Fire Nation he was born into.

Zuko was a normal boy born into an abnormal situation that he didn’t have the personality for. He didn’t have the ruthlessness, intelligence, competence, precociousness and raw talent for militarism and totalitarian rule that his sister had, so he failed to live up to his father’s self-serving, power hungry expectations which, in turn, represented the peak of malice, moral corruption and ruling-through-fear that the war had instilled in the country’s leadership.

In fact, Zuko also didn’t live up to the expectations of his country, as revealed by his monologue in Siege of the North Part 2.

Zuko: “She's a firebending prodigy – and everyone adores her.”

Hmm. I wonder who “everybody” is...?

If you think the Fire Nation’s militarism is simply the result of genetic predispositions, I encourage you to read The East Asian Origins of the Fire Nation and Its Villains. It helps shed light on the potential reasons why a “soft” boy like Zuko might struggle in a militaristic culture such as the Fire Nation’s.

So when Zuko finally realized the righteous path and followed it, his story was over, right? He stood up to his father and Iroh forgave him. He showed us that he had a pure heart and was a good person and good, moral people are supposed to be rewarded for their innate qualities, right? What only mattered to Zuko’s journey was that he help the Avatar, vanquish his sister and end the war by royal decree so that a new era of love and peace could begin… Right?

Wrong again. Iroh even says so when he tells Zuko that his journey is not over when they are together in the White Lotus camp in The Phoenix King:

Iroh: “… Someone new must take the throne. An idealist with a pure heart and unquestionable honor. It has to be you, Prince Zuko… And only you can restore the honor of the Fire Nation.”

Until that moment, Zuko had no visions of himself as the ruler of his country, never mind changing anything about it.

Let me repeat that.

Until THAT MOMENT Zuko had no visions of himself as the ruler of his country.

Zuko: “And then... then would you come and take your rightful place on the throne?... I'll try, Uncle.”

Very reassuring words from somebody who believes they’re destiny is to rule a country full of walking flamethrowers. Not. Once more, I encourage you to read The East Asian Origins of the Fire Nation and Its Villains for insight as to why this could go wrong.

To Zuko, the Fire Nation he grew up in is the Fire Nation. As he understood it, his father had to be eliminated, the airships destroyed and the rest of the world defended from what remained of the Fire Nation’s power. Him taking the throne was an afterthought at that point, never mind what to do about his sister.

Perhaps he thought that stopping his father and helping Aang become a fully-realized Avatar would be enough to intimidate Azula and the rest of his country into submission since there did not appear to be a plan to militarily dominate the Fire Nation. However, that’s a topic for another day.

Whatever Zuko thought his endgame was, he didn’t know it, but Iroh knew it. Avatar Roku knew it. The White Lotus knew it and Aang came to know it. Zuko’s journey was not to prove that he is a good person on the inside. It was not to turn against the Fire Nation. It was not to teach Aang firebending. It wasn’t even to defeat his sister and assume the crown. Those were all just means to his journey’s end. Zuko’s journey was, and always has been, to be the Fire Lord that redeems the Fire Nation.

And it wasn’t over when the final credits rolled.

The Two Halves of Zuko’s Journey

Zuko’s journey could be thought of as having two parts. Part one is in the show. It is where Zuko learns why the Fire Nation needs to change and what he needs to do to change it: help Aang, subjugate Azula and become Fire Lord. Part two would be the trials and tribulations that result in the Fire Nation’s redemption, or at least the key events that set it firmly on that path.

Redeeming the Fire Nation, however, is not a process solved by merely wearing the Fire Lord’s crown. It is not enough for him to have a pure heart and have unquestionable honor. He has to make the right choices and answer the hard questions when it comes to weening his country off of war, conquest, colonies and a massive military industry, to say nothing of the culture that supports it.

If “everyone adores” Azula, is everyone going to adore him?

He has to reform the members of the old regime: the generals, admirals, soldiers, nobles and true believers. He has to get the people who are resentful of him on his side. This is not a simple, good versus evil, 3 months later having tea in Ba Sing Se kind of problem. Do you really think Zuko is going to hold mass executions, imprison families and burn books like certain Chinese emperors of old? Or will his “pure heart” and “unquestionable honor” collide with the realities of the post-war Fire Nation?

Will the broken, anemic state of the Royal Family be important? Without old-man Iroh, the ruling family is just him, himself and himself. Will Azula’s ability to create heirs be left to shrivel to dust in the asylum? Ew! Gross!! But that’s a question Zuko has to ask; that’s how power is transferred in his government, and at the end of the show, it’s only him.

Will he even try to get Azula on his side? Does he need Azula on his side? If so, for what purpose? What role will his mother play in the government? Can he simply allow Iroh to be a “multinational agent” via the White Lotus? Will he have to force Iroh to put the Fire Nation first? Will the nobility and military see the state of the Royal Family as a weakness that must be fixed... Or be replaced?

Who will oppose Zuko? Who will follow him? What mistakes will he make? What will he get right?

How will Zuko struggle, how will he change and grow in order to become the Fire Lord that redeems the Fire Nation?

If you thought the reward for finishing hard work is not having more hard work to do, then you’re probably not an adult.

That is the unfinished second half of Zuko’s journey, that we didn’t get to see.

But don’t worry; the hard work ahead for Zuko is the basis for Season 4.

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Zuko #zuko meta #fire lord zuko #atla meta

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mst3kproject · 4 years

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The River of the Giant Alligator

A bunch of Italians pretending they’re not Italian in a movie about a guy who chose the wrong place to build a hotel… it’s like Avalanche by way of Devil Fish, with an alligator. And racism. You can’t have a 70’s Italian jungle movie without the racism, and this one layers it on real thick. I think The River of the Giant Alligator has its MST3K bases covered.

Rich Asshole Joshua has opened Paradise House, a resort in the middle of the ‘virgin jungle’. He proudly tells visitors that not only has he left the surrounding ecosystem undamaged, but he’s helping the local people by giving them jobs and improving their standard of living. Naturally it’s not as simple as that. Trouble begins when Sheena, the model they brought for their advertising photographs (just for a dash of Killer Fish), vanishes overnight. Photographer Daniel and hotel manager Ally go to the locals looking for her, and are told that the River God has awakened and intends to drive the white people away by assuming the form of a giant crocodile and eating them all. Considering how mind-bogglingly stupid the tourists in this movie are, that should take all of twenty minutes.

The locals, who call themselves the Kuma, have a name for their River God but it’s pronounced five different ways and I won’t guess how to spell it. Because of the deep breathing sounds that presage its first appearance, I shall call the creature Darth Gator.

Let’s get the basics out of the way first. The whole movie is dubbed and the voice actors are bad. The Darth Gator prop is completely immobile but they mostly keep it in the dark or in really tight shots so we don’t notice… it’s only the occasional ill-advised wide shot where it’s obviously fake enough to be funny. There’s a spiky fence that exists mostly so that people can get impaled on it and a cloying little kid for no reason whatsoever. The ‘wildlife’ is a stock footage smorgasbord that includes orangutans and hippos on the same river. The worst effect in the film is a terrible miniature shot of the hotel on fire, which would have looked just fine if the people involved hadn’t forgotten that flames don’t scale.

So all that sucks, but is fairly harmless. Now let’s talk about the racism.

We’ll start with the movie’s treatment of its two ‘love stories’, and I use the floating commas because neither of them quite qualifies. Daniel and Ally are the main ‘couple’ of the movie. The camera lingers on each of them to show that he thinks she’s beautiful and she thinks he’s rugged, and they spend the whole movie hanging out on balconies and boats together and discussing whether the resort is good or bad for the local people… but they never get so much as a kiss. This is kind of nice, actually, because there’s very little time to stop and make out when you’re being chased by a large carnivorous reptile. It does, however, make for a hell of a contrast between them and the other ‘couple’ we see.

This is the model, Sheena, and her Kuma boyfriend. I am unclear on where this movie is set (the closest we get to a clue is Ally referring to the area as ‘the Orient’, which could honestly mean anything) but it’s perfectly clear that the reason they hired a black woman for their publicity photos is to make the place look ‘exotic’. There’s a weird moment when Joshua attempts to flirt with Sheena by telling her, “it occurs to me that Eve herself may have been black”, which… yes, that is how human evolution worked, what about it? All that aside, at the end of the day, Sheena runs off for a romantic evening with one of the tribesmen. We never see her talk to this guy or have any clue what made her pick him over any of the others. They just go fuck on a beach and then get eaten by an alligator.

So… we have blonde, blue-eyed white people having a perfectly chaste, wait-for-marriage love affair in which they actually get to know each other… and black people who run off with a stranger and screw out in the open like animals. Holy shit. I want to say I hope this wasn’t something the film-makers actively thought about, but it might be worse if they didn’t. Naturally, this is also a version of the ‘people who have premarital sex must die’ trope from slasher movies, and the movie makes doubly sure we know this is Bad Behaviour by having Ally remark that the Kuma are forbidden from visiting ‘the Island of Love’ on the full moon.

The deaths of Sheena and Nameless Kuma Guy also begin a pattern that lasts almost the entire movie. Even though we’re told, repeatedly, that Darth Gator wants to drive the white people out of his jungle, for the vast majority of the running time it’s the brown people who are getting chomped. We’re told that twelve white missionaries came here years ago and Darth Gator ate all but one of them, who then became a crazy jungle man (not gonna lie, Father Jonathan was my favourite character and I wish we’d seen more of him). We see Sheena, her boyfriend, and the boyfriend’s brother get eaten alive. Furthermore, most of the white deaths in the movie are at the hands of the Kuma, who run in and kill the tourists with spears and fire arrows in the belief that they’re doing their god’s bidding, and much of this happens offscreen. Those hit by the arrows quickly fall into the water and vanish from sight. The only time the camera lingers on a white person dying is Joshua, who I guess they think deserved it. The impression one gets is that white death is a horror better implied than shown, while brown death is a spectacle. Again… holy shit.

The River of the Giant Alligator can’t seem to decide what we’re supposed to think about the Kuma people. Early in the film they’re portrayed as victims. These foreigners have invaded their land and built this giant hotel, and claimed to be helping them by giving them ‘work’. Ally notes that they’ll be able to live longer, healthier lives, but Daniel wonders if it’s worth it when they’ve basically become Joshua’s slaves. The movie leaves this question hanging there without exploring it any further. When Daniel and Ally come looking for information about the alligator attacks, the Kuma direct them to Father Jonathan, knowing they’re more likely to believe a white man, even one who’s obviously not quite all there. The movie really wants to be about the exploitation of indigenous peoples, treated as decorations and curiosities by white tourists.

The problem is, it wants to eat that cake, too. By the end of the story, the Kuma have devolved into stock savages. They attack the hotel and kill everybody, and kidnap Ally so they can tie her to a horizontal King Kong contraption as a sacrifice. The ending just makes it all the more confusing, as they turn up to discover that their god has been blown to bloody chunks after biting into a van full of explosives, and they cheer and they just leave. Is it really that easy to kill a god? Won’t a dead god demand vengeance anyway? Does this mean they actually like the white people after all, and were only angry because Darth Gator was eating them?

The ending also muddles the movie’s other point, about the nature of eco-tourism. One of the selling points of Paradise House is that it’s in the middle of virgin jungle. Joshua brags about how he’s left the surrounding ecosystem untouched – but then we cut straight to trees being cleared using dynamite, and later we see live piglets being thrown into the river to keep the crocodiles hanging around so people can gawk at them. You can’t build a hotel in the middle of a place and then call it ‘virgin jungle’. You’re the one who violated it!

The script is a little unclear on whether Darth Gator is a natural or supernatural threat. Ally and Daniel insist that it’s no mere alligator (I don’t think this movie knows the difference between crocodiles and alligators any better than I do) and Father Jonathan seems to believe it’s the Devil Himself, but it certainly dies like a flesh-and-blood creature. Whatever its nature, it’s clear enough that Darth Gator represents the jungle striking back at these intruders to drive them out. The Kuma literally say as much. So what are we to take from the fact that it dies at the end? Have we won the right to destroy the forest by killing its guardian? I don’t believe the people who make these movies think this stuff through.

I can tell that we’re supposed to hate the tourists, and we do, although not always for the reasons the movie wants us to. Minnow, the red-haired little girl who ‘only likes to play with boys’, tries so hard to be Adorable that you want to punt her across the room. Her mother leaves her to wander around the hotel alone, because Mummy’s got a smarmy mustached boyfriend to bang (even this relationship gets more attention than Sheena and Unnamed Kuma Guy, by the way… we are told that Mummy and Mustache have met before, and are here mostly to see each other rather than the jungle). Other notable annoyances include a lady who seems perfectly sane until she starts talking about the aliens, and a guy who loves to complain about Youth These Days and will seize any opportunity to do so.

I kinda wanna gripe about these obnoxious characters, but I don’t feel like I can. You may recall that I spent a month stuck on a cruise ship earlier this year. I can tell you definitively that these people do exist, and I hate them even more in real life.

Man, this could have been a fun monster movie. I’ve seen movies about man-eating crocodiles (or alligators… does it honestly matter that much?) that I really enjoyed. Primeval wasn’t even that bad – it was about how humans are more monstrous than anything nature can produce. Lake Placid had that immortal bit where Betty White says if I had a dick, this is where I’d tell you to suck it. The River of the Great Alligator is just boring bullshit and things that seem kinda racist on the surface but then you think about them a little longer and realize they’re incredibly racist. I went into this one hoping to like it, but it absolutely pissed on the last shreds of my optimism... like a lot of other things in 2020.

#mst3k #reviews #episodes that never were #the river of the great alligator #the great alligator #fuck this movie #fuck it so much #70s

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Love Maze »23 (FINAL)

Previous Series Masterlist ▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ▎ genre: School AU, crack humor, smut, angst, ETL, slow burn, fluff. ▎ word count: 7.3k ▎ ch.warnings: profanity, mentions of drinking, smoking, dom!tae, sub!koo, smut, fingering, anal (Use lube this is fiction dw their asses are fine), dirty talk.

Co-writer: @velvetwicebang ♡♡♡

Days gradually turned into weeks, and weeks morphed into months. Naturally, each day spent was one day less until Taehyung could go back to Jungkook— for good. He’d miss the friendships he’s made over the course of the long months, but no other group of people compared to his annoying ass friends back home. Of course, Tae exchanged numbers with a few of them, hoping they’d continue to keep in touch even if most of the English phrases he knew were, ‘I don’t understand’, ‘Where is the bathroom?’, ‘I need burger’, and ‘My boyfriend’.

Overall, the elder didn’t regret his studies abroad. It sucked ass to be away from Kook for so long, but they always managed to make it work. They FaceTimed a lot and texted (turns out Jungkook was getting better at answering). His boyfriend seemed.. happier, and Taehyung loved to see it. That’s all he wanted for the younger, happiness. His own contentment was there, but it wasn’t as noticeable. Tae enjoyed the career he set out to study, but it didn’t make him happy. It was more so he tolerated it.

But, who really enjoyed their job in the first place? It was nearly unheard of.

Interrupting his racing thoughts, the voice of the speaker let everyone know they were going to be landing soon, and Taehyung swore he felt a bundle of jitters travel through his veins.

He was finally back home.

On Jungkook's end, life was completely turned upside down in a sense. He'd spent weeks looking for jobs, until he had enough, thinking 'fuck it', he'd just wait for Taehyung. He gave up, and had accepted the fact that he was useless until he'd gone back to finish his high school diploma. He'd managed to keep himself off of drinking--no, actually, that'd be a lie. He drank, just not as often as previously. He couldn't really afford to buy more, but he surely wouldn't waste the full fridge he had wasted money on. But one of those days after Jungkook thought luck was nowhere to be found, it smacked him in the face. Quite literally-- he was walking down the street close to his apartment complex, and as he turned the corner, a flyer in the wind hit him straight in the face. He had picked it up to throw it away, but noted that it was for the tattoo shop looking for new apprentice hires.

A tattoo shop? At this point, Jungkook couldn't afford to be picky.

So he'd gone inside, and immediately hit it off with the owner; Yun. The man was probably in his late 20s, covered in different artwork. It intrigued the younger so much, and he was excited to hear he'd gotten the job.

Months passed, and he'd found that he was really, really passionate about body art. At first, he'd watched Yun do his thing, and he was mesmerized. With time he'd been allowed to practice, and turns out; he was really talented with drawing, even tattooing. As his hyung had said himself; 'a natural talent'.. Jungkook had gotten so into this lifestyle of his that he'd gotten several tattoos of his own, some self made (like the little letters on his hand representing his hyungs and his boyfriend) to some made by the owner himself, a large flower tattoo along with other beautiful works covering his skin. However, he'd spent most of his time with his new group of friends, and along with it came their habits. Jungkook had picked up smoking, as a form of socializing and it quickly turned into a habit he couldn't imagine himself without at this point. And drinking, after work, spending less time calling his boyfriend, but more time texting.

But he was happier, and that he made sure to let Taehyung know every single time as they counted down the days.

And finally, that day came, and the doe eyed, muscular; and now tattooed boy was over the moon that Taehyung was coming back home to him. Just like last time, he'd cleaned up his apartment, even stocked up some food and banana milk now that he was able to afford it, and picked up a strawberry milkshake ready in his hand for Tae's arrival. He knew since way back that it's the elder's favourite. Jungkook stood by the gate, anxiously rocking back and forth on his feet. He'd dressed himself in ripped black jeans and a long sleeved turtleneck, a new style of his as of late, with his now trimmed, but still long curls hanging freely around the frame of his face. It had gotten a tad bit too long for him to do his work properly, so a light cut was necessary. As the gate opened and people flooded out, Jungkook tiptoed on his feet to try to catch a glimpse of his person, excited to finally close the distance they've had to endure for way too long.

Moving with the flow of the pack, Taehyung tried to keep himself from pushing others out of the way, too eager to spot his boyfriend in the hustling crowd. Who would’ve thought that months could feel like years? Those years felt like an eternity.. But, they were here. They only had a game of hide and seek left to play; the second Tae saw Jungkook, he’d run into his strong arms. That’s a promise.

“Babe, where are you..?” The elder mumbled to himself, pushing through the crowd until.. “Damn.”

There stood his boyfriend— wait, was that really Jungkook? The latter’s hair wasn’t as long and he seemed to build up more muscle; if that was even possible. He looked like an absolute model, Kook looked unreal.. After a second of merely gazing, Taehyung picked up his jaw from the floor, instead smiling as Jungkook’s new appearance slowly began to sink in. “Baby!” He excitedly ran into his man’s arms, letting go of his baggage to cup the younger’s handsome face, pressing smooches on nearly every inch of his skin. “I missed you so much.” Now that Tae was closer to him, he saw the new additions to Jungkook’s ears. His boyfriend looked hot.. “You look hot, I would suck your dick right now if I could.” Of course, Taehyung had no shame in saying what he thought. The moment he pulled away was when Tae finally took notice of the milkshake in Kook’s hand— “Woah. Shit you got tattoos?”

The poor man was practically salivating..

“Fuck, Kook those are pretty.” He thanked Jungkook for the strawberry milkshake before further inspecting the younger’s tattoos, in awe of the sight. Taehyung couldn’t help but imagine that hand doing dirty things to him.. his tatted finger sinking in— he shook himself out of it. “Wow.. you look.. amazing.” He ran his hand through his boyfriend’s new length of hair, loving how soft it felt in between his fingers. “Have you gotten a bit taller than me too?” The boy swore he’d fallen even more in love, Jungkook was here.. different, yet still the same Jungkook he’s always known.

Jungkook's bunny-like grin grew with every surprised expression on his boyfriend's face, he was practically beaming under the constant praise. ''This one's for you,'' He showed off the letters on his hand, along with the matching ones intertwining the flow of names, ''And these are for our hyungs.'' he said fondly before grabbing Tae's bag with one hand, using the other to smooth his tattooed fingers on Tae's cheek. ''I might be taller, but it might also be these shoes.'' He chuckled, showing off the thick soled black combat boots he was rocking. His style had gotten more dark, that's for sure. some would compare it to a 'goth e-boy'. ''I missed you so much.'' He added, leaning in to place a proper kiss on Taehyung's lips before his hand travelled to wrap around Tae's waist to usher him towards the parking lot, eager to get out of the airport-- hoping it was the last time he'd ever be in one.

His boyfriend’s drastic change of style wasn’t overlooked by Taehyung; the elder couldn’t help but stare at every inch of him. Even when Jungkook was driving, Tae would find himself gawking at the latter instead of the flashing scenery in front of him. He just couldn’t believe how good Jungkook looked.. The last time they FaceTimed, the new earrings were nowhere to be found, even less the tattoos. What else did Kook have up his sleeve?

“I’m so happy to be back, you have no idea.” Taehyung sighed in pure content, out stretching his arms over his head before plopping down on the infamous couch. Just like last time, their apartment looked cleaner than when he left it. Everything appeared more.. improved— like everything finally seemed to be falling into its place. Jungkook was happy, Taehyung was sure to have a job he didn’t quite enjoy, but it was better than nothing. What mattered was that he was back, and that was enough for him.

"I think I might have an idea, I'm just as happy to have you back." Jungkook put Tae's bag in the bedroom before heading back into the livingroom to watch the scenery before him. Well, to him it was. Seeing Taehyung comfortably on their couch holding many memories made the younger's heart swell.'

"You hungry?" Kook scrunched his nose, shaking his head as if it was a dumb question. His boyfriend was always hungry. "I actually got some stuff to make you dinner this time." Kook beamed proudly before he turned to head back to the bedroom. "Just let me change first. Maybe you should too, those clothes reek of the airport." Kook chuckled as he beckoned for the elder to follow before heading into his room by himself meanwhile, pulling his sweater over his head and throwing it to the side before rummaging his drawers for a tshirt and a pair of sweats.

“You’re right,” Taehyung groaned, finishing the last of his strawberry milkshake before setting it down on the coffee table, practically forcing himself from up the couch to follow behind Jungkook. After long hours of sitting in a cramped airplane, Tae could use a bit of comfortability and changing out of his clothes was the first step. The elder inattentively stepped into their bedroom, about to slip off his shirt when he stopped midway.

If there was one thing he didn’t already see about Jungkook, it was the rest of his boyfriend’s tattoos.

“No fuckin’ way..” Taehyung’s jaw hit the floor, “Jungkook, fuck.. what?” The younger’s never told him he’d planned on getting tatted; the ink on his hand was already startling enough. But this? “I mean.. I’m a little taken aback but.. damn, you look hot.” Yeah, this Taehyung liked.

The latter stepped closer to him, lightly tracing the outline of one of Jungkook’s tattoos with the pad of his finger, as if he was making sure that it wouldn’t rub off his boyfriend’s skin. “I.. they’re beautiful.” He leaned in to press a mellow kiss onto one by Kook’s collarbone, gently stroking his curious hand over the rest of the younger’s muscular arm. Jungkook was breathtaking. “You’re beautiful.” Tae smiled, smoothing his fingers through the younger’s hair. “Any meaning behind any of them? I’d love to know..”

"Some are more meaningful than others," Jungkook's voice was slightly breathy from the kiss on his skin, it had been so long that he was surprisingly sensitive to the elders touch. Actually, it wasn't that surprising, he'd always been weak underneath his fingertips and lips. Heat blossomed on his skin wherever Tae's touch lingered, and his body reacted to it through a light shudder. "This one I told you about already," he glanced at his hand, then resumed to show off the large flower on his lower arm, "this is my birth flower. It means, umm... love me." He chuckled, "it's a bit cheesy, but I love it a lot." Kook traced his fingers to his upper arms, "these were just because I thought they were pretty." And finally, he lifted his arm to display the thorns adorning his ribs in a flow like pattern, beautifully following every curve of muscle on his skin, "This is..." he scrunched his nose with a small smile, "my pain. But its beautiful still; because it withers as it gets closer to my heart... which is you, keeping the pain away." Kook shrugged, cringing a bit until he grits his teeth in his smile, "I did the one on my hand myself actually." He switched the attention back to it, "I'm quite good."

Jungkook rambled on, it was obvious that he had a passion for tattoos, his eyes sparkling with every word. "You like them?" Kook asked, even if he knew the answer by the way Tae kept touching and staring at his body; not to mention he literally just told the younger.

Taehyung listened closely to each and every one. He might not have any visible tattoos, but his boyfriend’s personal stories were forever inked in his brain, especially the last one. “The thorns are captivatingly beautiful, and so is the meaning behind it.” He playfully wrinkled his nose, “Don’t come for my spot as the cheesy one in this relationship.” Led by a loving gaze, Taehyung pressed his moistened lips onto Jungkook’s left pec; where his boyfriend’s beating heart hid. “I love them, I really like the one you made yourself,” Tae reached for the younger’s hand, smiling fondly from the way the lines effortlessly came together as one.

Jungkook was indeed talented, but then again, what couldn’t his boyfriend do?

“You have all the letters of our names down.. god I love you.” Suddenly missing the intoxicating warmth of Jungkook’s bare skin, Taehyung wrapped his arms around his defined torso, pressing him closer until he could comfortably feel Kook’s lips melting against his.

"Mmm.." Jungkooks hum vibrated in his throat as he returned the soft kiss. Their lips were practically made specifically for each other, the plump curves fitting together like a perfect puzzle. He moved his lips slowly against Tae's as his hands smoothed underneath the hem of his boyfriend's shirt to feel the soft skin against his calloused fingers, moving upwards to help Taehyung to get rid of the fabrics. The kiss momentarily broke when he took it off, only to immediately press their chests together once again, leaning in for another kiss; this one laced with emotions. Jungkook had missed Tae so much, and the desperation slowly growing in his touch was the obvious proof of this.

"Remember when I fucked you in the bathroom at the airport?" Jungkook coyly reminded, hands squeezing at the elders fleshy hips.

One of Taehyung’s full brows arched upwards, “Yeah, I remember. But why are you bringing this up now..?” The elder’s teeth clamped down on his lower lip. He slowly wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s neck, burying his slender fingers underneath the younger’s soft hair, faintly tugging at a certain spot as they securely curled around a couple strands. “Are you perhaps wanting me to return the favor? Hm, baby boy?”

Seeing his boyfriend like.. this, it made Taehyung want to tame him into a moaning, crying mess. The wash of tattoos would be quite contradicting the image he had in mind, but underneath them all laid a very good boy who wanted nothing but to please. Taehyung was sure. With one last smirk, Tae leaned in to whisper into his ear; voice raspy. “Think it’s my turn to leave you limping for days.. That was an asshole move, you know.” He allowed his warm breath to linger for a few seconds, arms loosening themselves to softly smooth his palms over Jungkook’s upper arms. “Wanna make you cry.. good tears, of course. Fuck, wanna be inside your ass.” Taehyung growled, lightly nudging the tip of his nose against the younger’s ear. “Wanna fuck my cum deep into you.. wanna fuck your insides ‘till my cock is numb.” The elder practically moaned, now gripping at Jungkook’s upper arms. “Tell me, pretty boy, how does that sound?”

A few words was all it took for Taehyung to make Jungkook crumble right in front of him. Although the younger was physically at a large advantage, he turned into a puddle mentally quicker than one could say 'baby boy'. Just something in Taehyung's voice could make Kook drop to his knees within a split second if asked. "Sounds really good.." Jungkook's voice was weak, the familiar slightly higher tune of his would only be used in front of his boyfriend. He craned his neck to the side, giving no resistance to expose his strained skin for the elder to bruise or simply kiss as he wishes. "Miss your cock." Jungkook whined quietly, his hands digging into Taes hips at the mere thought of having his ass filled. It's been so long, he didn't even care that he seemed desperate for it. Because he was.

“Miss my cock?” Taehyung licked over his lips, the exposure of his boyfriend’s supple neck making him all the more impatient. “Poor baby..” The elder ridiculed, plush lips coming together into a mocking pout. Jungkook was exceptionally captivating when he whined, the pitch of the younger’s voice was a big contrast to his muscular build, and it made Taehyung feel powerful. “Don’t be shy, you can touch it..” Tae deliberately reached for his boyfriend’s tatted hand, closing the small distance between his lips and Jungkook’s neck. “It missed you too..” He stamped little kisses along the boy’s skin, fingers curled tightly around the younger’s wrist whilst the other worked on undoing his zipper.

“My baby boy..” Taehyung trailed his wet kisses up to Kook’s defined jaw, entirely leading the latter’s hand into the warmth of his boxers. His breath noticeably hitched at the contact, momentarily putting a pause to his lips sensual movements. “Ah fuck..” The elder’s darkened eyes eventually flickered open, looking up at Jungkook’s face from a low angle. “Touch it, get a feel of what’s gonna be slamming into you.”

Jungkook's breathy groan rumbled in his throat when he felt the silky smooth skin of Taehyung's cock. He wrapped his long, calloused fingers around the girth, letting his hand slowly and tortuously stroke it from the shaft to the tip. ''Fuck, I want it now Tae..'' Jungkook shamelessly announced his neediness; he felt impatient. The younger kept stroking his boyfriend's growing length, the beads of precum dribbling out of the tip smearing down with every movement of Kook's hand. Jungkook knew exactly how Taehyung liked it. Where to squeeze, where to tug, and where to simply let his fingers linger until it drove the elder mad. Kook's hand stopped by the mushroom tip, using his slick thumb to rub underneath the crease of the head of Tae's dick. ''Please,'' Jungkook lowered his head to look directly into Taehyung's eyes with his own doe ones, ''I can't wait.''

“Pretty sure you can wait, and you will.” The elder’s dominating aura emitted off of him in large amounts, overfilling the small room with more of their sexual tension. One could practically smell it at this point, its scent was too heavy to ignore. “Wanna take my sweet time with you first..” Taehyung lowly moaned into Jungkook’s ear, moderately rocking his hips into the latter’s hand, going crazy from the sly prod of Kook’s thumb. “You sure know how to please me— ah fuck yeah..” Taehyung redirected his boyfriend’s head with a sharp upwards movement, allowing his pointer finger to continue resting under Jungkook’s chin as the pad of his thumb kept his head in place. “But I also know how to please you, and if you really want it, you’re gonna have to be patient,” Tae murmured against the skin of the younger’s neck, his mouth latching on to a desired spot. Taehyung’s tongue occasionally swirled around the blossoming bruise, teeth nibbling and pulling at the exploited skin as if it was a piece of meat. The elder was starving for a taste.

He pulled away after a few seconds, seemingly proud with his temporary tattoo, the lopsided smile gradually disappearing until Tae stared into his boyfriend’s doe eyes. “Get on the bed, on your back. You’re gonna spread out your legs for me— open them up real good so I can see that pink little hole of yours. ‘M gonna finger you, but if you want more.. beg for it.”

Jungkook's audible swallow didn't go unnoticed by either of the men, a heated blush creeping up on his cheeks. A quiet 'yes' echoed in the room as he withdrew his slick hand from Taehyung's boxers to instead slip out of the rest of his clothes. Now fully naked, his muscular body trembled as he felt Tae's heavy gaze burning on his skin. Kook headed over to the bed, his heart pounding in his chest in excitement... He adored when Taehyung was in the state of dominance just as much as he loved the submissive side-- he could never pick just one. How lucky was he to be able to experience both. Jungkook laid down on his back on the soft duvet, his sculpted body flexing with every move as he reached down to place his hands behind his knees to help spread his legs properly, exposing his pink, tight entrance for Taehyung only to see. Kook's eyes were glimmering in the dimmed light of the room, dead set on his boyfriend with an immense shameless need.

Tae's throbbing cock twitched from inside his boxers, “So pink ‘n perfect for me to stretch..” He walked over to his boyfriend, intrigued eyes set on the small opening to an intimate portal of various emotions; several feelings.. The elder loved being inside of him, it’s where he felt the most warm and at ease. No matter how hard he’d be fucking into Jungkook, Tae would make sure the younger felt every ounce of his love. Because at the end of the day, that’s what it was.. love. Taehyung’s large hands rested on the back of his boyfriend’s thighs, gently pushing the latter’s legs down to his chest.

“Shit I can’t wait to fuck my cock deep into that pretty hole, bet you’re just dying for me to stretch you out, aren’t you?” The elder snickered, manhandling Jungkook’s body to pull him closer to the edge where he stood. “How cute, baby. It’s clenching tight around nothing.” Taehyung leaned down, inching his face closer to press a wet kiss onto the younger’s entrance, settling for kissing around the rim. His hands smoothed over the underside of Jungkook’s thighs, making out the clear goosebumps under his touch. “Smells so sweet too,” Suddenly, Tae spat on Kook’s sensitive hole, some of his saliva dribbling down his chin. He quickly cleaned it up with the back of his hand, then proceeded to circle the pad of his finger around the tight ring of muscle. “So eager to get fingered, I see.” Taehyung smirked whilst he looked up at Jungkook’s expressions from his spot in between his boyfriend’s legs, his black fringe effortlessly falling down to his eyes.

He sank in his pointer finger, playfully wiggling it inside of Kook. “Oh? You like that?” By the way his boyfriend’s body twitched, Taehyung already got his answer. He then added in a second finger, his thumb forcefully pressing against the puckered rim. “So wet, fuck.. beg if you want this fat cock.” He began to move them inside of Jungkook, the squelching sounds making him foam at the mouth.

Jungkook's gasps quickly turned into moans, his entire being crumbling into the needy mess he can only become for Taehyung. "Ah-- fuck.. please..." he threw his head back on the pillow underneath, eyes staring right back into the piercing ones from between his legs. Jungkook squirmed in pleasure every time Tae’s long fingers sank into him, the continuous loop of his lower lip being clamped between his teeth causing the plump skin to swell. "Please baby... please, Taehyung, I need your fat cock--" His higher pitched voice cracks at the end, his cheeks flushed. But he didnt care, all he wanted was to be fucked dumb. "Please fuck me deeply, please please please..." Kook continued with a lower voice, eyes seemingly struggling to stay focused. He was so cock hungry it drove him mad, there was no shame in his body for begging. Quite the opposite, he loved the degrading feeling to it all; giving all control to the one and only person he trusts.

“Ah, why didn’t you just say so~?” A demeaning smirk etched onto his lips at the tease, continuing his fingers’ scissoring motions inside of Jungkook until Taehyung deemed it plenty. He knew best; he was the one in charge. The elder slid off his uncomfortable boxers, letting it droop down to his ankles along with his pants. His rock-hard cock boldly sprung up from its hiding spot, making itself known in both of their hazy eyes. “Gonna stretch you out so good, baby..” Taehyung spat onto the palm of his hand, evenly smothering his warm spit onto his responsive dick; his length twitching as he pumped himself a few times to get started. When ready, Tae carelessly dragged his boyfriend’s body closer to his, pressing one hand onto the back of Jungkook’s thigh whilst he stood by the edge of the bed. It was the perfect height for him to fuck into the younger, his bulging tip aligning with Kook’s clenched hole. Taehyung rubbed the head of his cock against Jungkook’s entrance, annoyingly poking at his boyfriend’s needy ass for the hell of it.

“O-oh shit..” The elder hissed once he’d finally pushed it in, only managing to get the tip inside as the remaining inches didn’t budge. Damn, his boyfriend was fuckin’ tight. He pulled out soon after, wetting the same two fingers before forcing them back inside of Jungkook, fingering him as quick as he could so it wouldn’t be such a tight fit. His cock was getting impatient. “Fuck, baby I need to fuck you more, you’re so fucking tight.” Taehyung tried again, pushing the glistening tip past the rim— slowly, until the rest gradually disappeared in between Jungkook’s fleshy walls. “Shiiit.. so warm..” Yeah, this was what home definitely felt like.

''Ah...aaah..!'' Jungkook's lower moans gradually grew louder with every inch of Taehyung that entered his warm insides, the familiar sensation washing over him. His face winced from the stretch that burned, but it quickly morphed into that of pleasure when he had all of his boyfriend inside of him. ''oh god, yes ye--..'' Series of praises and curses rolled of his lips at a constant, already feeling the scorching heat blossoming on his skin where Tae's hand were touching him, ''So big, I fucking love your cock so much.'' He pressed his head down against the pillow, licking his lips as he relished in the feeling, his hands vulnerably placed above his head to fully display his clammy, flexing torso. His ass clenched hard around Taehyung's length, the muscles still learning once again to relax. He wiggled his hips slightly to feel his boyfriend more, ''Move, please.''

Taehyung obliged— how could he say no when the younger asked politely?— grunting as he leaned forward to tower over Jungkook’s body, each hand placed by the younger’s head. “Hngh.. how’s that?” The elder bit down on his lip, fighting against the way his boyfriend clenched down on him, moderately picking up his pace until he felt himself hitting Kook’s prostate more often than not. Taehyung’s lips parted in a moan, jaw slack as he stared down at his boyfriend’s powerless form underneath him. “My pretty boy..” His pelvis slapped harshly against Jungkook’s ass over and over again, the sounds so lewd and wet just the way Taehyung liked it.

Jungkook's eyes glazed over with a layer of tears, expression mirroring the man above him with a parted mouth that had the most wanton of moans emitting from the younger's throat. Heavy breaths and whiny cries echoed in the room, Kook's body jolting upwards with every thrust he was blessed with. "So good, so fuckin' good- ahh.." Jungkook began struggling with stringing together a coherent sentence at this point, way too indulged in focusing on how the blossoming heat pooled in his lower stomach with every brush of Taehyung's bulbous tip against his prostate. "Harder, harder..." he meekly managed to whisper between breaths, greed overtaking his senses, daring to place his strong hands on Tae's hips to draw him closer, aiding the strength of their bodies clashing together-- practically fucking himself with his boyfriends body.

“Fuuck..!” Taehyung let his head tiredly hang between his broad shoulders, panting as he looked down at the way his cock was entering Jungkook over and over again; some of his precum dribbling down the younger’s skin. “S-shit, so tight..” The elder stared down at his boyfriend, able to make out Jungkook’s various expressions through the sweaty fringe dangling over his eyes. “C’mere.” He leaned down to capture the younger’s plump lips with his own, stifling both of their loud moans to instead feed their cries of pleasure to one another, letting each other have a ‘taste’ of how they were feeling. With their heaving, glistening chests tightly pressed up together, Taehyung felt Jungkook’s hardened cock rub against his lower stomach with every precise thrust inside of him. It got to a point where the elder’s flexed legs couldn’t afford to stand in place, but they weren’t done. Tae was so close, there was no way he was going to stop now. Pulling out of his boyfriend, Taehyung purposely ignored Kook’s cute whines. “Shh, baby. You’re still gonna have a taste of this cock.”

He quickly climbed up on the bed, messy strands of hair sticking to his tan skin as Tae scooted closer to the headboard, resting his head on a pillow before stroking his wet dick a few times. “Ride me,” it was an order, and he was hoping that by the look in his eyes, Jungkook would be able to understand.

Jungkook didn't hesitate to scramble up on his knees to crawl over to his boyfriend, straddling his hips. To think of it, he'd never fucked himself on the elders cock before; which was surprising. However, the thought alone of it had him foaming at the mouth. He wondered if he'd be able to make the elder just as much of a mess riding him. Jungkook leaned forward slightly, one palm firmly pressed against the elders chest for leverage as he used his other to align Tae’s cock with his entrance, wasting no time in sinking his hips down to regain the feeling of being so full once more. "Ah, fuck..." Kook hissed, the new angle providing a more prominent pleasure with the way Tae's mushroom tip prodded his prostate, "so big." He praised, placing both hands on Taehyung's chest as he started to move his hips to grind himself down on the fat length stirring up his tight, fleshy walls; triggering Jungkooks own untouched cock to twitch and bounce needily between them. "Touch me, please-- wanna cum all over you."

Taehyung gripped onto Jungkook’s sweaty thighs, squeezing the firm skin in between his fingers as he gazed up at his boyfriend, face slightly scrunched up in utter fulfillment. Seeing the younger straddling him; rosy cheeks paired with the number of intricate tattoos painted all over his upper body, it made Taehyung not want to look away for even a mere second.

His boyfriend looked too beautiful, Tae still couldn’t believe it.

“That feels so good..” He hissed, one hand reaching downwards to engulf Jungkook’s needy cock in his tight grasp, mercilessly pumping the length from the start. “F-fuck, Babe I’m gonna cum soon..!” Taehyung could feel the quiet rumbling in his lower stomach, along with the pool of heat slowly but surely building up.

"Me too," Jungkook threw his head back as one throaty moan after the other erupted from his parted lips. He swore his eyes would roll to the back of his skull if it was physically possible. "Gonna cum-- fuck, fuck, fuck!" The muscles in Kook's thighs worked hard, heaving his body up and down roughly to fuck himself on Taehyung's fat cock. It felt so fucking good, and now that the younger was able to set the pace he wanted, there was no room for mercy on himself-- or his boyfriend. He wanted the elders' length as deep as possible inside of him, rough and sweaty. All his pent up stress from the past few months mixed with the pure lust and missing Tae was all poured into this very moment. " Oh god now, now.. now!" Jungkook cried out with a broken moan as he came, ropes of white gushing out to pool on Taehyung's stomach. The intense muscle spasms had his insides clenching down hard on his boyfriends length, the tip continuously hitting kooks deepest parts. Sensitivity slowly washed over the younger, his cries becoming more painful as the elder didn't stop just yet-- not until Jungkook would be completely filled up.

Taehyung held on tight to his boyfriend’s jittery hips, blunt nails sinking deep into the skin as he sloppily fucked into Jungkook’s clenched insides. “Gonna cum so deep inside of you— fuck..” A series of grunts slipped past his rosy lips; the skin swollen from Taehyung biting down on them often. In the spur of the heated moment, that was the least of the elder’s worries— “I-I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna.. fuuuck!” His hips stiffened as he shot his heavy load inside of his boyfriend, warm spurts of cum completely stuffing Jungkook’s fleshy walls. Despite his fatigue, Tae proceeded to lazily thrust his cum deeper inside his boyfriend. “Shit..” The rocking of Taehyung’s hips slowly came to a stop, instead he focused on regaining his normal breathing, dick still twitching inside of Kook.

“Glad to be back,” a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips whilst he stared up at Jungkook, taking in the younger’s fucked-out state. Taehyung slightly sat up to push Kook’s body down against him, smoothing his hands over his boyfriend’s back, enjoying feeling the younger’s chest heaving against his. “Gotta admit, this was the best ‘welcome back’ present ever.” Tae mumbled against Jungkook’s temple, the tip of his pointer finger grazing over the tattoo’s outline on the younger’s upper arm.

"I was planning to make you dinner, but this surely beat that." Jungkook winced when he chuckled, pressing his cheek against the crook of his boyfriend's neck. They were a sweaty mess, cum between their bodies and inside of the younger. But they both didn't seem to mind, this was exactly how and where they wanted this to be. "I can still make some if you're hungry?" Jungkook looked up at Taehyung, "Just need to shower first... I'm kind of hungry."

“Dinner sounds great.” Taehyung beamed, delicately cupping the side of Jungkook’s face. He couldn’t believe it; no more long distance. Taehyung was back for good, they could finally start working towards the life they’ve always wanted.

The flame flickered a little brighter, and the feeling of uncertainty was long gone. Jungkook was happy, Tae was content— they didn’t need anything else. They had everything they needed right in front of their eyes.

“I love you.” It was simple, but Taehyung meant it each and every time. He didn’t know if there would ever be anyone he’d love as much as Jungkook, but for now.. he was pleased.

A few years later...

“I love you~” Taehyung cooed, nuzzling his nose into Taeyeon’s warm tummy. The baby obnoxiously giggled, eagerly moving her small limbs in response to her papa’s kisses on her pudgy skin. It was late at night, and they were laying on the bed with their four month old daughter in the middle. She’d woken up crying, in need of her fathers’ comfort. The fatigue that once took over Taehyung was now nonexistent, something about hearing their baby babble and squeal awakened him.. He hated it when she was distressed; if it meant he’d have to lose a few hours of sleep to hear Taeyeon laugh once again, it was worth it.

At first, Taehyung was terrified of becoming a father. They might have babysat Yuna for Namjoon and Jisoo once in a while, but this.. this was different. Taeyeon was going to be theirs forever— to love and care for. Part of him was afraid he would fuck it all up, that he’d end up like his own father.. But the moment a weeping Taeyeon was placed in his arms, however, Tae promised her he’d always be there for her. It was love at first sight, really.

She was their baby, their own little human to introduce life to. To know he’d take care of her alongside his husband? Taehyung felt blessed.

The night she was born was extremely stressful, Tae wished they were allowed in the delivery room, but it was a closed adoption. He simply remembered squeezing on tight to his husband’s hand, hoping that everything went smoothly. The second he heard a muffled fit of cries, Taehyung swore immediate tears rushed to his sleep-deprived eyes. It wasn’t until they were allowed to hold her that the elder felt a hint of every emotion sink down on him; he broke down. Joy, fear, anxiety, but most of all love.. Namjoon recorded every single second of it, zooming in on the family as they lovingly gazed down at a newborn Taeyeon. “You’re daddies now!” Joon’s excited voice rung from behind the camera. It was an unforgettable moment, for everyone included...

“Taeyeon, I love you~” Taehyung repeated, cheekily smiling down at her before facing Jungkook, noting the same look of adoration on his husband’s face. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Tae pressed a kiss onto the younger’s shoulder. Taeyeon stared up at her fathers with big, doe eyes, wondering why they weren’t giving her anymore attention.

''She is.'' Jungkook agreed softly, his toothy grin growing as his eyes flickered between Taehyung and Taeyeon. At one point, for the longest time, Jungkook didn't believe he would love anybody as much as he loved Taehyung. But oh, how wrong he was. When he first laid eyes on their new addition to the family, it was as if his heart grew double in size. He loved the little girl with his entire being.

His love wasn't split, it simply grew for the two of them.

''Oh look, she's jealous that I get your kisses.'' Kook giggled as he reached to pick their daughter up to lay her on his chest, pressing a soft kiss on her head before her cheek pressed against Kook's firm pecs. They served as perfect sleeping pillows for their little one, and her eyes loved to follow the patterns of his added tattoo collection adorning his chest and shoulders.

Immediately, Taeyeon seemed content to feel the safety of her fathers' warmth, cooing quietly as her eyes seemed to flutter shut. Jungkook glanced over at Tae with a grin, beaming with pride.

Who would've thought both of them would end up here after all these years; tackling hurdles and growing together. It's been a total mess, but without it they wouldn't be who they are today.

''Hey,'' Jungkook nudged his husband, inching his face closer with a plush pout, ''Tell me you love me too, I get jealous when she gets all of it.''

Taehyung rolled his tired eyes, but amusingly smiled nonetheless as he leaned in to press a lingering kiss onto his husband’s childish pout, instinctively blanketing his warm hand over Taeyeon’s bare back; afraid she’d get cold.

This ‘kiss’ was probably the most action they’ve gotten in weeks. As it turns out, babies really do take up the majority of your time.. The elder wouldn’t change a thing, though. Their daughter’s needs were the first priority.

“I love you too, dumbass.” As a cherry on top, Tae stamped a bundle of little kisses over Jungkook’s face, careful not to disturb Taeyeon. She was a heavy sleeper for the most part, but there were some rare occasions.. The thought of her high-pitched cries made Taehyung’s ears ring.

“Ah, Yeonie looks so cute sleeping on your chest like that. I need to take a picture.” The elder reached for his small camera that was placed on the nightstand, precisely aiming the lens towards his husband and daughter.

“Say cheese, Jeons~” He cooed barely above a whisper, managing to capture a few frame-worthy shots. A couple years of practice surely did him a few favors. The businessman's life wasn’t for him, as Taehyung came to find out. He just wasn’t.. happy, he didn’t feel fulfilled in his stressful choice of a career. It made him miserable every waking morning. Thankfully, life works in marvelous ways, and he was introduced to the art of photography. Taehyung fell in love with the idea of permanently ceasing life’s certain moments. One’s existence flew by in a flash, but with his camera, he was able to hold on to that point in time for as long as he wanted. Tae found that really cool. He was pretty good at it, too.

Once he was pleased with the pictures, Taehyung sat the camera to the side, reminding himself to set it as his phone’s lock screen later. The elder’s thumb lightly caressed over Taeyeon’s back, feeling their little one’s comforting breaths whilst she slept.

“She loves napping on your chest,” Tae giggled, reminded of all the times she’d cry and beg for Jungkook’s presence whenever he was away at work. “Remember that one time she puked on you, though?”

"That one time still haunts my dreams," Jungkook scrunched his nose as he chuckled quietly, not as worried about whether their little bundle of joy would wake up. She was a heavy sleeper, for the most part; but on his chest she was like an immovable rock. Kook yawned, the bags under his eyes were prominent. But he was happy. Losing sleep together with Taehyung was everything he ever wanted... figuring out how to be parents together were one of the most beautiful moments of his life; and he had deemed many memories with that title. He could make an entire list. "I think you can get some sleep now babe, she's all passed out." Jungkook adds as he uses his free arm to pull his husband closer, urging him to sleep on the younger's free side of the chest, knowing Tae does love it just as much as Taeyeon.

Finally having both of his most treasured people in his entire life close to his heart, breathing soundly in unison.. He wasn't sure if Tae was actually asleep; but he was great at just... enjoying the moment these days. Kook couldn't sleep just yet, his mind racing as usual as he reminisced about the past. He thought back to everything; how every piece of their path had mattered to be where they are today.

And to think that this crazy Love Maze had started by the slip of a fucking shoelace on the dirty gymnasium floor all those years ago.

THE END.

Thank you so much for reading and following along this story. I really appreciate all the kind comments, ranging from frustration towards the character's dumbass decisions, the heat of their moments, and the love for their growth. I'm so attached to these characters it hurts to see it end.

HOWEVER... I have a couple smutty oneshots throughout various times during their relationships, if you'd like me to post those please let me know in the comments.

I love you all! And an endless amount of love for @velvetwicebang for writing this with me.I seriously can’t find the words for how much ily :( <3 -xoxo, sombreboy

#fic: Love maze #taekook smut #vkook smut #taehyung x jungkook #sombreboy

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Scooby Doo (2002) Review: The Most Punchable Fred Jones of All Time

It’s one last hurrah for Halloween as I take a look at the often derided 2002 Scooby Doo Movie! See what happens when you combine future superstar director James Gunn with .. the guy who thought directing the Smurf’s movie and Big’s Mama’s House were good ideas. Oh and with a splash of the guy who wrote the loveable family film Cheaper by the Dozen and the utterly loathed Percy Jackson film. It’s as messy as you’d expect with that.. but is it BAD? good, so bad it’s good, just sorta okay? Come with me as I try to find out under the cut with a full review.

I’ve always loved Scooby Doo. I grew up with the guy, watching reruns of the non-scrappy classic series from Where Are You to the Scooby Doo Movies, the three Superstar 10 movies (Boo Brothers, Ghoul School and Reluctant Werewolf), or the at the time brand new What’s New Scooby Doo. And later in life i’d absolutely adore Mystery Incorporated.. minus the whole Shaggy, Scooby Velma love triangle, but i’ll likely cover that at some point or sooner, you can comission reviews from me for 5 bucks each, 5 dollars off group orders if you really want to make me suffer through that that bad. But getting off self promotion point is I loved and still love the franchise. While I”ve yet to see “Scooby Doo and Guess Who”, though given there’s Weird Al, Kristan Schaal and Urkel episodes you can be sure i’m going to eventually, and Scoob was VERY ehhh even if Dick Dastardly was awesome. But despite my history with the great dane much like with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, despite my rich history with the franchise I haven’t dove in yet and with a friend who could use a nice halloween suprise and loves scooby doo, I figured now was the time to take a look at it. And since i’d been wanting to take a look at it again anyway, and decided going big wasn’t a bad way to start, i’m taking a look at the 2002 Scooby Doo movie. I saw this flim first run in a drive in, and saw the sequel the same way and loved it as a kid, and fondly remember checking out the Sountrack Preview page back before youtube existed to make checking out soundtracks easier. It was a simplier time. And even rewatching it later with my nieces, I found myself liking it. And the thing was almost every time this film comes up it’s with a turned up nose. The CGI, the confused audience, the deciding to cast Freddy Prinze Junior.. all terrible decisions that overshadow the film, when it’s not that bad. It’s not GREAT, but it’s not TERRIBLE either. So what is it then? Well i’ll tells ya. Let’s start with

PRODUCTION: Wait James Gunn Wrote This?

At the turn of the millneium Scooby Doo was back on top. After waning popularity during the Scrappy era, the advent of the warner affilated Cartoon Network meant a whole new generation of kids (raises hand) got to experince Scooby Doo for the first time. This new audeince lead to Scooby Doo on Zombie Island, the first of the franchises 80 or so DTV movies that will continue on long after the earth dies, and brought back the franchise after it’s long slumber. Scooby Doo went from dead to as popular as he was in his hey day again. Naturally Warner wanted to cash in and thus this movie was born. Originally the film was supposed to be a more adult project, a send up of the franchise with more sex jokes and what not than made the final cut according to writer James Gunn. Yes, the same James Gunn who wrote and directed the Guardians of the Galaxy movie and whose currently saving the suicide squad. It was one of Gunn’s earlier films but just from when he’s talked about it, you can tell he genuinely cared about the project. Along for the ride with our future Guardian was his co-writer, Craig Titely, who i’m convinced only came in to do punch ups as the guy has only written three other movies. One of them was being one of MANY writers on Cheaper by the Dozen and thus likely not doing much of note with that, and the other.. is being the only writer on Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief’s movie adaptation.. aka the movie the fanbase and general audiences rejected in droves yet SOMEHOW got a sequel. Which is somehow still worse than his other film, one that asks “was the moon landing a hoax?” Spoilers, it wasn’t. Point is this isn’t a resume that screams co creator and more screams “Guy brought in to kid freindly this up”. More on that in a minute. The director is another less than reassuring face: Raja Gosnell, whose credits BEFORE this film were Home Alone 3, Never Been Kissed and Big Momma’s house.. so already he dosen’t have the best track record but somehow got worse because AFTER this film and it’s sequel he directed both live action Smurfs Movies and the universally hated Show Dogs, aka the film that thought dog rape was funny. The fact this film isn’t out and out terrible is a miracle.

Even more so because naturally, as Studios tend to do they interfered: The film was supposed to be more adult, cracking jokes about common things fans of the series growing up thought like Velma is Gay or Shaggy’s a stoner, and having both be fully true. But wanting to appeal to kids, Warner gradually lightned it, hence Craig, and Raja clearly having no shame gladly took it instead of you know.. standing his ground. So Velma has a love intrest thrown in and her kiss with Daphne is gone, while Shaggy’s toke smoking was lowered to subtext.. because either of those things is bad apparently? I dunno the 2000′s were fucked.

Point is THAT’S why these films are so tonally confused and why I don’t hold it agains the film now I know: It wasn’t James Gunn or even, as dumb as he is, Raja Gosnell’s fault that the film had some tones clashing when the studio was demanding it, instead of you know, thinking this through at all and realizing more kids cared about Scooby Doo than they would’ve josie and the pussy cats instead of bringing it up DURING production, when most of the adult stuff was in there. It’s also why the sequel has no real adult stuff, though it’s STILL damn good, but i’ll get to that some other day.

The film was also shot at an actual theme park in australia. Neat.

So yeah the film’s humor kind of ping pongs between knowing adult winks and kids stuff. We get Scooby dressing like a grandma in the same film shaggy enhales his demon possed love intrests breath like weed. The jokes themselves on average are pretty good: Some of my faviorites include the grandma scene, everything rowan atkinson does, Velma getting drunk off her ass, and the instructional video bit which is easily my favorite bit of the episode and one of my faviorite scooby doo jokes period:

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This is even FUNNIER to me on rewatch, as we now know this is an instructional video for demons.. and that Scrappy clearly had enough problems with his demon horde to have to pay for this thing. It tis glorious. However there also are also a few that HAVE NOT aged well, are very creepy at best and disgusting sexual assault at worst with Daphne getting her ass grabbed by the Luna Ghost at the start being treated as a joke and Fred oggling Daphne’s body when he’s in it being treated as a ha ha and not...

So yeah the humor’s USUALLY good, but the slipups are noticable and do bring things down a bit when they come by. So the humor is decent if mixed and the production’s a nightmare, how’s the plot? The Plot: Scoob, We’re Getting the Band Back Together!

I won’t be as through as usual because this is a 90 minute movie, I’m running behind as is and it’s 20 years old,

We start with your standard mystery inc case with the Luna Goose, aka Old Man Incel who resented Pamela Anderson for not boning him. But Fred hogging the glory during the resulting News Cast leads the gang to start fighting over lingering tensions: Velma is tired of Fred hogging all the credit when she does most of the legwork solving things, Daphne is tired of being kidnapped and being mistreated by Velma and Freddy who laugh at the idea of her doing more, and Fred..

We’ll get to him later. Shaggy is the only one wanting to stick together, but no one’s having it and the group breaks apart and Matthew LIllard REALLY sells Shaggy’s heartbreak over his friends all abandoning him well.

Two years later though, with Shaggy and Scooby naturally getting stoned and eating large quantities of food on the beach, have made peace with retirement, and have apparently had to duck tons of people coming to them to solve mysteries since they aren’t about that. The latest in that line is a man representing Emile Mondovarius, the owner of Spooky Island, a vast island resort and theme park. Naturally since it has spooky in the name the boys want nothing but Mondovarius does what honestly every previous guy coming to them should’ve done: offers them an all you can eat buffet. Since they’ve done more traumatizing for Dog Treats, they agree and it soon turns out the entire gang was invited, though none of them but Shaggy and Scooby are happy to see each other. I will say one of my complaints about the film is it never tackles the emotions behind the breakup: while the teams slowly repairs there are never any outright apologizes or scenes of them recociling or scenes of Shaggy chewing them out for abandoning him due to their spat. It just skips over the emotional bits to either wave a joke for the kiddies around or scream

Really the jokes aren’t bad, the film just has trouble with actual emotion or depth that could’ve been there and tries for it once in a while, but dosen’t really do anything with it. The gang splitting up’s a good concept, and at this point on Scooby Doo on Zombie Island had really used it, and that was one where they were clearly still close friends and were still in touch they just quit mystery solving for a while till Zombie Island happened. Mystery Incorpreated would finally give this story justice later: Instead of over a petty ego squabble, the gang broke up over underlying tensions: The revelations about Fred’s dad caused him to go try and find himself, Velma alienated herself by hiding things from them, and Shaggy was shipped off to Military School and Scooby doggy prison camp... thankfully the last two didn’t last and Scooby rescued Shaggy with a tank but the tension DIDN’T go away: While the gang mostly reunited, Velma took time to forgive them and also tried bringing in the friend/girlfriend she’d made in the meantime only for her friends to isolate her and throw her out while Daphne took her time to return due to being hurt by fred. It’s complex and good stuff versus here where it’s just “WE’RE APART BECAUSE WE HATES EACH OTHER. And now we’re NOT”. It’s just a waste of a good concept and i’ m glad the franchise got around to doing it right.

But my gripes aside our heroes head to the resort and meet Mondevarious, who admits outright to having tricked then and with confronted with the gang being broken up, makes it clear he knews. “That’s the thing about broken things.. you can put them back together.”

And so he did. He needs the Gang’s help as he’s worried about the island and something going wrong there: The teens are leaving polite, well behaved. and clearly not themselves as one reacts to an old friend by neck lifting him and tossing him aside. Something’s deeply wrong here and the gang’s intrest is piqued enough to stay though everyone but Shaggy is determined to solve it themselves out of ego. Mondvarius is played by Rowan Atkinson and while I watched the bean movie as a kid this is where I fell in love with the guy, with later watches of Blackadder confirming that in my college years. Rowan just brings a fun dorky energy to the character and a nice earnestness too but when he later takes a turn for the bad, he does that well too. Atkinson is HIGHLY underated in my opinon and easily the MVP of this film’s supporting cast. So the investigation begins, and we get our supsects: The first we met on the plane, Mary Jane, a kind blonde played by Isla Fisher who got the job becasue Gosnel, in a rare good decision, saw how talented she was and while still picking Sara Michele Gellar for Daphne, made sure she had a part. She’s a nice sweet girl who Shaggy falls for and Scooby’s annoyed by it.. though unlike earlier the film beats mystery inc easily here as it’s a more understandable conflict and dosen’t act like Dog Issues is a thing people says. Again i’ll get to that clusterfuck of an arc some day. The other two are N’Goo Tuna, a shady worker at the park who spouts off the legends of the island. In a nice twist, he’s NOT the vilian, as is obvious but is his right hand man. He also has his own right hand and muscle in Zarkos a cool looking Luchador and N’Goo’s muscle. Also N’Goo may be one of the worst names in Scooby Doo History, and that includes Dabba Doo. But the legend claims the island was once owned by demons who want revenge since the resort took the island from him.

The other is probably my faviorite non Rowan Atkinson character, Voodoo Maestro, played by Miguel Nunez. He’s basically just a guy who lives on the fringes of the island and also hates the resort and tries using voodoo curses. He’s honestly a delight from his attempt to sacrifice a chicken (An already dead one at that), to his general hammy and annoyed at dealing with these teenagers demeanor. NAturally he has nothing to do with this but he’s still a fun addition and I wish he was in more scnenes than the two he gets. But with what they’ve gathered the gang all end up at a spooky castle attraction, with Scooby and Shaggy of course being bribed by daphne while Velma and Fred show up indpeendntly and end up finding the weird training video from earlier but all get caught when the traps are activiated> There’s also a farting contest which.. eh not funny to me but i’ve seen so much worse i’m not even remotely upset. But then the traps trigger though during the chaos Fred and Velma are forced to work together and finally start doing so, and Daphne finds a clue: A mysterious pyramid known as the damon righus and finally gets some, if not nearly enough, credit. So the gang is back together.. even if it’s a tenative peace, the high from solving this and relay to their boss the suspects, including him, though Fred assures Mondovarius it’s just because he’s spooky and rowan’s character’s delight over that is fucking glorious. So the gang enjoys some down time at the local bar, with Fred and Daphne doing their own look ins, Scooby and Shaggy eating and encountring mary again and Velma getting hit on by a dude while looking over the ritus, revealing it’s some sort of soul sucking aparatus, and going into their history... which is really just an excuse to bring Scrappy in who in this universe, is a horny egotistical little shit whose abandoned as a result. ANd before anyone boos he’s not a puppy here, he’s got.. dog dwarfisim.. which while .. how does that even work... means he’s a grown ass man and deserved this. We also get drunk velma and Linda Caredenlli is a delight

The night gets interupted by terrible cgi monsters, the aformentioned emon who soul suck most of the college kids present and also get fred and velma who both find out these are very much real. We also get the best song on the soundtrack, man with a hex. It slaps. But it makes good chase music as with Mondvarious, Fred and Velma captured, the rest of the gang and mary escape. The next morning we get a surreal as hell scene as everyone’s partying, Fred’s talking in slang and Velma with clevage, thank you, is chatting up.. Sugar Ray? For those younger of you they were a band at the time. They were a big thing. Not half bad but faded away. They looked as 2000′s as hell though. WHy Smash Mouth gets all the memes and not them is beyond me. Look at lead singer Mark McGrath!It’s like the early 2000′s gained sentience and took a human form. But the gang is quickly forced to run from sugar ray, though they get Daphne in a deleted scene. Why it was deleted I dunno. Point is Shaggy, Scooby and Mary are all alone.. oh and Mary’s possessed. Shaggy and Scooby argue over it because Shaggy just thinks Scooby is jealous and while he is .. why would he lie about this? He’s as cowardly as you are. But Scooby falls through the floor, and Shaggy is now going solo but luckily finds his friends souls, and eveyrone elses in a massive cool looking vat and frees them all. Velma, when the demon leaves her and confronts her, finds out sunlight kills the demons and saves Daphne from hers... only to find Fred in her body. Daphne is naturally horrified and we do get a great bodyswapping scene.

Our heroes reconvince on the beach where htey find the Maestro who explains what’s going on to a point, with the gang’s clues filling in the blanks: The ritus, which they stole back earlier, is used for a ritual that will allow the Demons to rule over the earth for “a thousand years of darkness” but it requires a pure soul to work. Cue our big bad talking Scooby into being their willing sacrifice since Scooby dooes not understand what a sacrifice is. Shaggy naturally rallies the group to go save him after their understandably worried since they usually dealt with weirdos in costumes and not the apocalypse.. well okay Velma and Fred aren’t, Daphne dealt with this kind of thing once a week back in Sunnydale. So they set up a plan to destroy all the demons at once by unleashing the soul bath, setting them all loose and then using a spooky disco ball from one of the attractions rigged up over the ritual area to shine the light in. It’s classic scooby doo.

Things naturally go wrong as while Shaggy goes to rescue scooby and makes up with him, he’s caught, so are fred and velma and they have to scramble, while Daphne looses a fight with the luchador up top while trying to let the light in to finish the trap. Meanwhile Shaggy saves Scooby’s soul just as Mondovarious sucks it out by shoving the guy.. revealing him to be a robot! DUN DUN DUN. And inside is Scrappy.. which you all probably knew already but try to act suprise who wanted to conquer the world as revenge for the gang abandoning him and because again, in this universe he’s kind of an asshole. He absorbs the souls gathered so far and merges with the damon ritus, because we’re operating on video game rules now apparently, so final boss time. But we get a great climax as Scrappy chases scooby, Daphne goes buffy on Zarkos ass , and as a result he shatters the glass and lets the light in releasing the disco ball the kill the demons.. man I love that I get to type things like that. Scooby removes the ritus and defeats his nephew and the day is saved. Velma hooks up with random guy, Daphne and Fred get together, I die inside a little and Shaggy and Mary Jane bond. At the press Fred does his good deed for the movie by letting Velma explain things and get the spotlight and the group have firmly reunited. THE END. Overall it’s a solid plot, that works well, comes together in the end and was well put together, it’s more the filling that causes it to tilt back and forth a bit, but overlal outside of the issue I mentioned it’s a good scooby doo plot. While some have pointed out it is similar to zombie island, a case reuniting the gang, the person who brought them there wanting to sacrifice them, or just scooby here, monsters being real, it works because everything else is so different. But since there’s more to break down and it’s easier to give it it’s own section let’s look at...

THE CHARACTERS: NOT HALF BAD, FRED CAN GO FUCK HIMSELF.

So we’re down to character.. and since there’s a blonde, preeening, selfish, arrogant, sleazy, sexist, obnoxious, loud mouthed, useless elephant in the room, let’s start with Fred. And to quote it’s always sunny....

Yeah so that fury of a thousand crashing waves (Cracks Knuckles): Fred is the worst part of this movie, the worst version of the character across the entire franchise that i’ve seen with the sincre doubt that there is ANY version worse than this. Everything I said above is true and THEN some. He is one of the most unlikable characters i’ve seen in a film that wasn’t INTENDED to be. There’s just NOTHING to like about him. Nothing. He treats his “Friends” like garbage, all four of them: He basically ignores shaggy and scooby at best and treats them as if they were nothing. For Velma he’s your classic power abusing douche who pushes her to the side and often steals the credit for things she did. He’s still a good mystery solver, but he acts like he does all the work to the press and takes all the credit when Velma works as hard as he does if not harder. And worst of all is Daphne, who he basically either treats like some moron who gets kidnapped due to incompetence and not because creepy old dudes want to feel her up, which given the intro is VERY likely the reason she’s the resident victim of the group, and not like a person, or like a pair of boobs and legs he wants to bang or feel up creepily while he’s in her body. For fuck’s sake his reaction to finding out he’s in her body is a creepy and smug “I can see myself naaaakeddd” If that dosen’t make you want to smack him get off my blog. And they get together in the end!

Who who wanted that. I genuinely want the presumibly original ending where Daphne and Velma hook up and Fred falls off a pier and is never seen again. The acting does not help. While the other four gang members are expertly cast Fred was given to Freddy Prinze Junior, who made a career out of playing arrogant dicks who are somehow the main character so I can’t fault the casting but I can fault that he can’t delver any line without that smug air of trying to be cool douche and it’s at it’s worst with Fred since Fred’s already written as the biggest creepiest douche in the world and Freddy somehow makes it WORSE. He also has zero chemstiry with Daphne, which would be weird given he and Sarah Michelle Gellar had dated for 2 years at this point and as of this writing have been together for 20 overall and have two wonderful kids together... but given how badly written Fred is here, I can’t blame either of them. And i’m sure FPJ is a swell guy, loves his kids loves his wife seems like a really plesant guy, nothing against him as a person, but at least at this point in his career he wasn’t very good. And I am actually planning on trying to seek out one of his later works in his career to see if he’s gotten better in recent years, and willing to give him the benifit of a doubt that he probably has. I just don’t like him here, and while the script does most of the work he only makes it worse.And works before this (Pup Named Scooby Doo) and after this (Mystery Incorperated) would prove you can give fred a personality that’s not dick tip, so fuck this character, fuck the writing.. and I hope Freddy is having a happy halloween with his loving wife and children, seriously I meant it I have nothing against him as a person. A terrible actor can still be a WONDERFUL guy.

Now that’s thankfully put to bed, let’s pivot over to Shaggy, whose easily the best of the cast. Matthew Lillard looks the part pefectly, has the right combination of heart and goofus and has some great comedic timing. Granted Scream had already proven the guy’s got genuine talent, but still he’s great here and is currently playing Shaggy in most films and productions, except Scoob which.. was far from it’s only mistake but easily the biggest. There’s not much else to say: the guy IS Shaggy and is the only person whose taken up the roll to equal Kasey Casem in it. As for how he’s written.. he’s basically the same and apart from one line of him wanting to leave everyone to their deaths, which feels like it was added later, he’s written really well and is easily the most likeable of the group.

Scooby is alright. Not the best version but funny and charming enough when he needs to be and while I hated the CGI at one point.. it’s honestly not that bad. It’s not GREAT, but time has actually been very good to it both in how it’s held up and in the fact we’ve gotten SO MUCH WORSE with so much better techlogies. I mean.. Cats exists.. Marmaduke Exists.. the Bill Murray Garfield exists. This was offputting at the time but now it’s just okay. But character wise he’s good and again not much diffrent.

Velma is the second best casting of the movie. Played by Linda Cardenelli, who i’ve harbored a crush on for a good few decades now and admire mostly for her talent and charm, Linda kills the roll and easily slips into it as easily as Matt did, and while not picking it up full time like he did, still did it a few times afterword and played hot dog water in mystery incorperated, so she did finally get to play a Lesbian Velma it just took a while. And while Velma being gay is kind of sterotyping, it would’ve been nice to have been kept in instead of edited out for bullshit reasons. But overal her character is decent: While she ALSO bullies and belittles daphne like fred, unlike fred it comes less from just being a douche and more from insecurity. As her scene at the bar makes clear she feels undervalued like the other, like the nerd who the cool kids LET hang out with them instead of part of the team. While it dosen’t make her treatment of Daphne OKAY, it makes Velma understandable. We also get Velma Clevage which.. okay not sure if the world needed that but whatever. Point is it’s throughly likeable portryal that I wish got some character growth. Finally out of the main 5 there’s Daphne, whose alright. Not as good as the other two, as it feels they lean a bit too heavily on her having taken self defense and wanting ot be tougher, but Sarah Michelle Gellar gives her a ton of charm and likeablity that her husband’s character sadly lacks. There’s just a fun, adorable energy to daph that ends up coupling with her buffy style badassery at the end and Sarah plays both beautifully. The script didn’t give her a ton to work with, though that’s the same for all four of htem, but Sarah really made the character work and made her somewhat memorable despite not being as good as Linda or Matthew. Basically not the best, but still a comfortable third ahead of scooby doo and jackass jones.

As for the rest of the cast, Rowan Attkinson i’ve covered and is utterly fantastic as is the Voodoo Maestro, and both should get hteir own hbo max spinoff together. The minons.. stupid name and luchadoor are decent enough, nothign special but they have presence and do the job of goon well. And Mary Jane is alright.. the joke is WAY too on the nose to be funny and she’s mostly just there to be sweet, but she’s harmless. Not good but not bad. So finally we have our big bad, Scrappy. And i’m.. mixed about this. On one hand, Scott Innes, who it turns out is also from Missouri good on you dude!, does a terrific job and I couldn’t tell it wasn’t don messick as Scrappy and he plays him as evil great. On the other.. it’s just kinda goofy. Out of all the tips of hte hat to scooby stuff this feels the most over the top. Scrappy was hated, including by james gunn.. so he’s the bad guy. It’s just a bit on the nose, and the twist is pretty easily teligraphed since Scrappy suspciously is mentioned in one scene so him showing up at all is pretty easy to see coming. It’s not terible but it’s not great. His demon minons also just suck.. the designs are wonky and their cgi, unlike scooby and scrappy’s, is just REALLY bad and dated, and even as a kid I never liked them.

FINAL THOUGHTS: Scooby Doo is a decent but messy movie. The clashing tones, dated humor and godawful version of fred drag it down at times, and it’s very clear this had a lot of hands in the pot. But.. I still enjoy it. It’s not the best scooby ever, tha’ts mystery incorpeated, but it has great atmosphere, some good ideas, an utterly spectacular with one exception cast, and some really funny jokes. I genuinely feel the film is overhated when it’s a unique, weird and wonderful slice of Scooby. For better or worse there’s no other Scooby doo property quite like it, and that’s what makes it so fun. And it has enough good performances and jokes to smooth out the edges. It’s not the best, it’s a mess.. but sometimes a mess is fun and I like this flim for being a fun mess I can enjoy with my nieces and talk about to all of you. And sometimes that’s all you need. Thank you for reading this. If you like this you can comission your own review: 5 bucks for a tv episode, 15 for a movie, 10 for an hour long special, and 5 dollars off when you order more than one episode of a show at a time. Just send me a direct message or ask on here and we’ll get started. Until then you can check out my backlog of reviews, check this space every monday for ducktales reviews, and VOTE DAMMIT VOTE. Until we meet again it’s been a pleasure. Play us out Atomic Fireballs, it’s been a wonderful halloween.

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Human No More (Levi x MC) Part 3

Forgive me Diavolo for I have sinned by writing this.

Smut made this thrice the length of what I originally anticipated. Sorry not sorry. 😅

Really though it’s roughly 6k words.

NSFW. Also there's cursing.

Haven’t written smut in years please don’t kill me.

Anyone want to count how many times the word "fuck" is said? 😅😅😅

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After what felt like hours of trying to sort out the mess, you realized the brothers were all just as into rumors as a group of high-school girls. Not that any of them other than Asmo would admit it — especially Lucifer.

No matter how it was sliced though, coming home wearing NOTHING but Levi's coat looked extremely suspicious.

Satan was easiest to convince, putting together the pieces before everyone else. When considering the full moon being the prior night, their lack of planning leading to clothes being destroyed, and the light smell of dog that now intertwined itself with your normal scent, it made perfect sense.

Lucifer was next to understand, remembering that humans can be infected with lycanthropy unlike demons, and in fact most that become infected find their way into Devildom for a cure.

All the others followed suite, though Mammon was still hurt, mostly because he was tricked. He declared that as an apology he was to keep the stink bombs he actually did buy for you, which once again you didn't expect to receive them anyways.

Taking into account Levi and yourself didn't get much rest out in the forest, Lucifer made an agreement to excuse both of you from any classes that happen the day after a full moon.

Being a werewolf actually made Levi a smidge less of a recluse when it came to RAD. He'd go with instead of doing classes online because he thought it was fun to watch how much you've changed. He also enjoyed it because it felt a lot like "I've Become a Werewolf and Must Now Choose Between My Love Life and Freedom." So of course he'd want part of the action, even if it meant he wasn't the main character.

Before the change usually one of the brothers would need to accompany you in the halls to keep you safe. Now that you could stand a chance in a fight against lower levels they didn't really need to as much. Levi would still come with at times but hang back enough to either watch events unfold or be back up, because who was really going to mess with you AND the Avatar of Envy at the same time?

He was all but rolling with laughter one day in the cafeteria when a lower leveled demon cornered you, thinking you were still human. The look on that demons face was priceless when you took hold of his wrist and twisted it to the side till he whimpered in pain and begged to be let go.

Wasn't much longer till most left you alone, but Levi would still stick around "For the luls" and because "You never know who might gather a party to take you down like the boss you are.." Which he would say while blushing and looking to anywhere else but you. His excuses to stay around always brought a smile to your face. You weren't going to call him out as he could end up changing routine, but you knew he wanted to stay close to be with you.

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A few days before an upcoming blood moon, Satan stopped you and Levi in the hallway as the both of you were going to Levi's room to watch a TSL spin off.

Satan stated that he personally wanted to come for this moon.

Both you and Levi were somewhat dumbfounded. You were wondering why he would want to go when one of the creatures he represented/held a bond with was wolves. Levi though was more concerned about the inevitable awkwardness of you being naked when transforming back. Atop that Leviathan was growing envious of the idea that someone else would be stepping in on a situation that only him and you experienced.

"Why would you want to go?" You questioned him, your tone more defensive than intended.

Satan held out a book between the three of you. The scent caused you to unintentionally sneeze, leather being a smell your improved nose would almost always react to. You wanted to ask him to put it away, but instead just tilted your face up away from it.

"This book and every other that studies werewolves are missing one thing. What happens on a blood moon. It's rather peculiar don't you think?" He asked while shifting his hold on the book so it'd be under his arm.

Looking back at him once the book was away, you couldn't help but show that you were surprised. "There's no shortage on werewolf books, are you certain?"

Satan nodded in answer. "Indeed I am. I would like to come with. This research would be groundbreaking for all who wish to study lycanthropy."

Levi was still upset at the idea. You came to him when this started, he was the first and only one to ever see your transformations, and he's the one you've been dating. Why does anyone else get to encroach on that?

Annoyed with his brothers idea, Levi crossed his arms. "Why don't I just tell you what happens the next moon?"

Satan lightly smiled at his elder brother, not a single bit deterred by this quip. "They say seeing is believing right? And fortunately for me I wasn't asking you." His gaze fell upon you again, knowing that you were more likely to agree.

Though he wasn't in demon form, it was as though you could feel Levi's tail wrapping around your wrist protectively, trying to convince you to disagree. Unfortunately for Levi and this strange feeling, you had to side with Satan. "I agree. I'm going into this one blind, but I can already feel some effects and the moon isn't for a few more days." You paused and looked up to Levi whom clearly looked dejected. "This information could be good for anyone else that becomes infected in the future."

Satan gave a satisfied smile to your agreement, while Levi let out a displeased groan. "Why can't I just tell him then?" He huffed and looked away from both of you, almost reminding you of a kid throwing a tantrum. "This is soooo not fair." He whined, which unintentionally brought a soft smile to your lips thinking it was kind of adorable.

The feeling was there again but stronger like he really was wrapping his tail around your hip, you had to actually glance down to make sure it wasn't holding you.

"I'll have to make it up to him later." You told yourself as you studied his downhearted profile.

"We will meet fifteen minutes before dusk." You informed Satan before parting.

You took hold of Levi's hand and pulled him in direction of his room.

Reaching his room, you could feel how hurt he was at your agreement with Satan. The both of you sat silently for a few minutes before you gave up waiting for him to talk. Instead of finding words to get a reaction, you laid out across the small couch you both sat on and rested your head on his lap.

Looking up at him from that angle, he was trying to not pay you any mind by resting his chin on his palm, looking over at Henry 2.0.

"No fair, no ignoring!" You thought while bringing a hand up to his cheek.

"Levia-Chan." You called to him in a sweet sing-song tone.

His fingers moved a bit as he suppressed a smile, but he continued looking anywhere but at you.

Lifting a hand you gently placed a palm on his cheek. "No fair ignoring me, Levia-Chan." Making an exaggerated pout.

He looked down at you for a brief moment while blushing, but then looked up at his television screen.

"Fine then." You sat up then started walking towards the door. "I'll just go talk over the plan with Satan."

Just as you were about to leave the couch you felt the phantom tail tugging at your hand again, followed by him finally speaking up. "Wait! Please stay..."

You shook your hand from the feeling then kindly smiled at him. "My favorite otaku actually wants to spend time with me? A Normie?!" You teased while turning to him.

Before he could answer you, you did something you've never done to him before and straddled his lap. It mostly was so you could hug him while apologizing, but the idea of watching him become flustered was adorable too.

"Uhh??!" He stiffened under you noticeably as he stammered. "W-what are you doing? This some Normie tactic?!”

Ignoring his questions, you wrapped your arms around his torso and laid your head against his chest so you could more clearly hear his heart that was rapidly beating. "I'm sorry," You started while closing your eyes, taking in the warmth from his body. "I know you don't want others around, being together during full moons has become our thing.."

You paused for a moment planning out your words. "But if there's no recorded information for blood moons, maybe it'd be good for someone to be there to record it. After this time it'll be just a you and me thing again."

Levi slowly brought his arms around you, realizing this was an apology, but he hasn't experienced these types of physical interactions in a long time.. if ever! So it left his mind more than a little befuddled.

"Levi?" You carefully asked while curiously studying his face.

Coming out of his stupor he tightened his hug while hiding his face against your neck. "You mean it right? It'll be just us again, right?" He prodded while his breath danced across your skin.

You started to blush at the slight feeling of blood starting to surge in you, making your breath catch as the sensation began to creep through you, bringing out a longing for more. Despite the chills he just caused, you put up an effort to hide how you truly felt. "O-of course I mean it!" You reassured him. "Just us after this one time. I promise!"

He lifted his face from the crook of your neck to peer into your eyes. "Sounds," he choked on his words slightly, "perfect!" He beamed at you before leaning in, crashing his lips against yours.

"Success! No more upset Levi!" You thought to yourself as you presses into the kiss.

Feeling bolder than usual today, like an invisible tether of desire pulling you to him, you pressed your tongue against his lips, trying to tease his tongue to meet yours.

Levi wasn't expecting that either, it took a moment for him to fully let go of his inhibitions considering he's gotten over you sitting across his lap, he was aware enough to part his lips to meet your tongue with his.

His mind was swimming more than it ever had while drunk, the only thing holding him ashore was the thought how no one else would be able to do this with you.

You weren't as shy as him but this was quickly becoming uncharted territory for the both of you.

Pulling back for air, you reached for his hand and slowly lifted it to your breast, taking your time with the movements to watch his expressions shift from confused to absolutely embarrassed. If there was ever a moment his face and ears were brighter than Beel's hair, it was then.

He glanced at his hand then lightly shook the breast his hand cupped. Even through the fabric he could see them jiggle, causing a light yet astounded "oh." To escape his lips. He gawped for a short time as he took in the sight.

"If you take a picture it'll last longer." You awkwardly teased as he brought his other hand up to your neglected breast and just starred with his mouth agape.

You then felt something twitch against the inner part of your thigh, when you realized what it was you gasped from surprise.

Levi in an instant lifted both his hands away and panicked. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to it's just—"

Before he could continue what could easily turn into a thirty-minute mix of panic and self-deprecation, you interrupted him with another kiss while wrapping your arms around his neck. It couldn't be denied that it caught you off guard, but you were excited to know he seemed turned on.

As you felt his rush of anxiety melt away under the sweet kiss that could've easily lasted forever, you finally pulled back from the kiss in hopes you suppressed his urge to rant on himself.

"I don't mind.." you sheepishly told him while looking at his chest to avoid his gaze.

"Y-you don't??!" He was astonished but his hands were still up by his head as though his body was still saying "I'm innocent I swear!"

Leaning into him and placing your face in the crook of his neck, a devious smile formed. "I don't mind if you don't mind me doing this."

"D-doing what?" He stammered then choked back a moan as you lightly nibbled and sucked on a sensitive part of his throat.

“H-hey! Th-thats cheating!" He finally forced out as you stopped.

You studied his expression again and poor guy was so flustered, his whole body was probably red too.

A wave of regret washed over you at the sight, feeling as though you were forcing him to deal with your shenanigans. "I'm sorry.." you looked down feeling ashamed of yourself. "If you don't like it then I'll stop."

You started to push yourself off him when he gently took your shoulders in his strong hands. "I.. I d-didn't say th-that." He didn't sound too confident in himself but he would've been lying to say he didn't enjoy what he was feeling.

Your eyes grew wide at his unexpected admission.

Was he really interested in going farther?

“O-okay." You breathed out before reaching for his hands but this time sliding them under your shirt.

He stopped letting you guide just before they reached your bra, he appeared troubled. "Wait.. I-I know this is stupid but are you sure about.." His words trailed off as your lips and his inched closer with each word. His breath catching softly as your soft, tender lips gently caressed his at first, but slowly building into a passionate kiss that sent thrills through you.

As his hands grasping onto your breasts and gently kneaded them, your own hands teased their way under his shirt.

His body tensed briefly as your fingertips trailed his abdomen, but in response he tightened his grip, causing a moan to escape between kisses.

You were a bit surprised to feel the set of abs hidden underneath but then you remembered the time one of the brothers sent a picture of him topless in a group chat. Seeing on a phone and feeling in person were two completely different things though.

Slipping off your shirt then tugging his off, you both took a moment to admire each other.

Still not done with your soft mounds, he moved his hands under and pushed them upwards a bit before squeezing again. That's when his golden orange gaze landed on a silver clasp in the middle of your chest, reflecting the light from Henry 2.0's tank against his face. "What's this?" He quietly asked while fumbling with it between two fingers.

Before you had a chance to explain it wasn't for decoration, the clasp he was fumbling with clicked open, causing the bra to open in the front. Levi's curiosity caused a grand scene for him as your bra revealed your breasts fully to him.

"Holy shit it does th-that!" He yelled as he was awestruck at your fully bare chest.

You let the bra fall off your shoulders and hit the floor. As he gawped at the view you felt his growth twitching in his pants against your thigh again in response.

Another nervous giggle escaped as you arched your back to better display yourself to him.

In response he did something so daring you were at a loss. He took hold of your hips then leaned forward taking a nipple into his mouth. You shivered in pleasure as he lightly tugged and sucked the sensitive nub, flicking it with his tongue.

"L-Levi?!" Your voice cracked mid whimper, the warm feeling of each movement his tongue made making you melt.

You began lightly grinding against him, causing a groan in pleasure escape him before switching to the other nipple.

Your hands began exploring his abdomen again as they trailed down to his pants. Being his casual joggers, it could be so easy to pull the front of his pants down a bit and reveal what you've been craving more and more since him whispering against your skin earlier. Just as you started to tug at his pants, Levi took hold of your wrist to stop you.

Much to your breasts disappointment he stopped teasing your nipples and looked to meet your gaze, a slew of complicated emotions covered his face. Even while he was red from being so aroused, his breathing and heartbeat said they wanted more, but his bright almost glowing eyes held concern. "Are.. are you sure you'd want to do this? With an o-otaku like m-me?"

You nodded and gave him a loving kiss on the cheek. "I wouldn't be here like this if I didn't want to."

His eyes were saucers at your words. They held so much meaning to him that if for even a moment he forgot his insecurities. He grabbed your face and fiercely made out with you, becoming sloppy and even accidentally snagging your bottom lip with a fang. The pain was a surprise but it caused a moan in pleasure to crash upon his lips. His unusually daring actions in the heat of the moment made your core needing him to the point it ached.

So he can be bold when he feels accepted huh?

Resuming what you originally had in mind, your hands fumbled with the fabric till you tugged them out of the way, revealing his throbbing erection. As you sucked on his bottom lip, your fingers gently traced the head of his growth spreading the pre-cum before wrapping your fingers around the shaft.

"Fuck.." he groaned louder than expected. He balled a fist in your hair while the other hand that was placed on your hip found its way under your skirt, tightly holding onto your ass over your panties.

The feeling of his fingers digging in earned a mewl from you as you began pumping his shaft rhythmically.

Looking at his size you couldn't help but wonder if all demons were more impressive compared to what you knew of human men, but how important is that now that you weren't technically human anymore? Ignoring the curious thoughts, you were ready for him, but was he for you? Biting your bottom lip, you turned your focus back to his lusty gaze.

Though no words were said, his nod of assurance was all you needed to know he was ready too.

Pulling your already damp panties to the side, you raised yourself over his erection before slowly lowering onto it.

As you took in the whole length a hiss in pain escaped. You sat with your eyes closed for a moment as you adjusted to the feeling.

"A-are you okay?!" Levi nervously took his hands off your body again.

"I'm fine," You huffed. "Just never really done this before." The admission reddened your face as you looked anywhere other than to him.

Hearing Levi's heartbeat speed more, you began questioning if you were going to kill him on accident by the time you were done with him.

Levi's was perplexed but in a good way. Before learning this he was a little envious of whoever taught you how to take lead and keep going, but was excited to know it was all you. At the same time this frightened him to know you liked him enough to make him your real first. He wasn't about to admit it soon if ever but knowing this he began to realize he might actually love you.

In response he pulled you into a careful hug. It felt good feeling your body shift atop his erection, but unsure how to process both his emotions and thoughts, a hug was all he could think to do.

Wrapping your arms back around over his shoulders, you didn't need words to have an idea how he felt. You two not so secretly anymore dating for the past few months, somehow you learned how to read the silence.

As your need for him persisted you began grinding against him while still hugging onto him, your chest rubbing against his with each movement.

"Fuck." He murmured at the stimulation as you tried to not moan too loud.

As you changed rhythm with your hips, your mouth trailed kissed from his collarbone up to his mouth. The feeling of his cock pulsing inside you brought more moans as his position under you was perfect for sliding his head against your sweet spot, you could feel yourself climbing closer to an orgasm.

Levi must've noticed you were getting closer as your moans were getting higher, he took hold of your backside and held on while you rose and dropped repeatedly on his shaft. His mind was swimming in ecstasy, tongue rolling with yours in lust, and penis throbbing inside of a person. If someone told him this was a dream or that he died, he would've believed it.

As your hips fell upon his repeatedly you felt your core tighten as you rapidly approached your peak. Your lips parted from his as you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers intertwined in his hair, lightly tugging. "Levi I-" a moan slipping through your lips cutting off your words. Your back arched as you climaxed. "Oh fuck." You whimpered as his hands on your hips helped you ride out your orgasm.

The feeling of you tightening around him, he was soon reaching his end too. He was aching wanting, no, needing to cum.

Pulling together what small sanity that remained he choked out a warning. "I-I'm about to.."

"It's okay!" You choked out, cutting him off before he could finish his warning.

Heeding your words he threw his arms around you and held on tight while he moaned in euphoria, ejaculating inside harder than he could ever remember. By the time his streams were done he was dazed and too overwhelmed for words.

Did that really just happen?

You climbed off him and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek before grabbing your shirt and his off the floor, then placing his on his lap.

"Did.. did that just happen?" He quietly asked as he put his shirt on. He began blushing again as he thought of everywhere he just kissed and touched. Subconsciously he brought his fingers up to his lips, remembering the touch.

You shyly smiled back at him. "Mmhm."

He pulled his shirt over his head and tried to look anywhere but at you, back to his usual bashfulness. "W-What do we d-do now?"

Sitting back down beside him, you leaned towards him, causing him to look upwards, his face beet red.

"Didn't we first come here for a TSL spin-off?" You teased.

"You're right!" He bolted toward his remote. "It should be on Demonflix!"

His excitement earned a chuckle from you before snuggling up to his side. It was too funny to watch him go from bashful to excited thanks to anime.

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The morning before the full moon you met with Satan talked over plans for the night. You didn't want to worry Levi but a strange feeling of power had been swelling within you the closer you drew to the blood moon. You'd usually feel it the day of the moon, like the beast anxiously waiting to get a chance to share your body, but this was at a completely different magnitude.

Sadly much as you expected Satan had no ground proof on what would happen but he theorized that it would make you stronger and perhaps more animalistic than any of the previous full moons. You were no expert on lycanthropy even after having it for the past few months, but thinking back over the past week your body was acting strange. You were uncharacteristically stronger, there was the moment of thirst for carnal knowledge which you've never indulged in before, and any time you'd accidentally get hurt you'd heal even faster than your new "normal".

As you began to step out the door you remembered the phantom feeling of Levi's tail grabbing you almost possessively, even when it wasn't there. It was too strange a phenomenon to leave alone. "Hey.. what does it mean when you feel someone's demon form when they aren't actually showing it?" You didn't realize at the time with your innocent tone that you were asking about the intimate feelings demons at times harbor.

The question caught Satan off guard. Of course he knew what it meant but it was on the same level of asking details of someone's love life.

He rubbed his chin for a moment as he tried to put it into words without making it uncomfortable. "For demons it is a way of expressing Eros. The type of love that is romantic. Some demons compassion for another is strong enough that their emotions are projected as though through an invisible entity."

You felt your cheeks redden a little as you mulled over his explanation. Seeing your reaction Satan was quick to question if you knew more about it than you let on. "Have you experienced this sort of feeling, (y/n)?"

"No.. no!" You shook your head vehemently, "No I.. overheard some students at RAD talk about it but I didn't understand."

"Hmm.. is that so?" His rhetoric stiffened the air between you two, didn't take a genius to realize you weren't fooling him. None the less he let you leave without pressing further as he sat on his bed, writing down questions for the coming night.

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Just before nightfall the three of you made your way into the forest, this time unlike the first transformation you came with a extra set of clothes. "This is so not fair." You thought to yourself when you considered when demons reveal their true nature their clothes don't turn to scraps.

Satan followed behind as you and Levi lead him to the usual rendezvous point.

Levi's face would go flush every time he'd glance at you but he put up a valiant effort to try acting normal.

Reaching the spot you'd usually transmute, there was some apparent wear and tear, especially from the first time when Levi got the bright idea that you should try knocking down trees. It wasn't possible but your claw marks were apparent, and broken branches littered the clearing.

Thinking back, your first transformation was much stronger than the second time, something about the adrenaline of having your DNA rewritten could cause a temporary surge of pain and strength. Levi made an apt comparison of the first time being like awakening to your powers in Persona 5. That in mind, feeling as though you'd soon burst of the magic inside you, you wondered how powerful you'd be this moon.

"This is it." You hummed, even though Satan could've figured it out just looking at the carnage of nature.

Satan glanced around then a mocking smirk displayed on his face. "Looks like you two have had fun."

There it went, Levi's mask broke.

Levia-Chan.exe has stopped working.

You feigned ignorance and innocently twisted hair around your finger. "Yeah, sharpened my claws here the fir-" the sound of footsteps cut you off, they weren't Satans or Levi's, putting you on high alert.

Satan was next to acknowledge the unknown presence, also looking to the direction.

Both of you were ready to interrogate or perhaps maim the intruder depending on who it was.

From the shadows, Mammon emerged with his hands in his pockets. "Havin' a party huh? What gives with my invite?" He stepped over to Levi, the only non-aggressive person, and playfully slapped him on the shoulder, which in turn rebooted his thoughts.

Levi in turn faced his older brother and smacked his hand away. "You didn't get one because you weren't invited."

Mammon placed his hands on his hips and leaned in towards Levi, a cocky smile donned his face. "That so, little bro? Cause 'ere I am."

Satan also agreed that Mammon shouldn't be there, and seeing how there was little time left, he took to his demon form and stepped up to Mammon. "And now you're leaving."

Knowing that if Mammon really wanted he could hold Satan off alone, Levi changed forms too. "We really don't need a scummy guy like you here." He defensively hissed.

Mammon being Lucifers punching bag for centuries wasn't about to let them push him around.

Just as he was about to take form, you felt the surge within you, your beast nature started to take hold. Something wasn't right though, it felt as though the stirring feeling was about to burst out of your chest at any moment. "Uhh... guys..." you stumbled towards them but soon fell to your knees. You began coughing out blood that was glowing from the magic that needed to expel itself.

Levi watched frozen in horror while the others ran to your side.

Falling forward onto all four, your whole body shifted to its beastly shape.

The feeling of wanting to implode dissipated, but so did the ability to reason.

Looking up at the three, you growled as though threatened before turning to Mammon, the one that appeared least threatening, not being in demon form. In an instant you jumped onto him, holding him to the ground and ripping his jacket.

Satan snapped into action and ran at you with enough speed that he shoved you off. As you hit the ground with a tumble, Mammon looked down at his ripped jacket. "Fuck was that fer?" He shouted while defensively exposing his wings.

Stumbling back on all four, your eyes met with Levi's, and for a brief moment your humanity came back telling you to run.. And so you did. You ran as fast and hard as you could from the brothers, not wanting to harm any of them.

"Satan..." Levi started in a whining, broken voice. At this point he had no idea what to do. If you turned on him instead of running, he would've taken it because it was you. Atop that he felt ashamed of himself that he didn't try to help Mammon and instead left it to the youngest of the three, but again how could he react in such a situation?

Satan already had an idea of what Levi wanted to say. "We'll help her, but we need to get to her before a hunter does." He looked over to the silver haired demon, a plan quickly forming. "Mammon! Do you have any stink bombs left?"

Mammon smirked, pretending he had a single clue what Satan was thinking. "Course I do!"

Satan took hold of Levi's arm. "We'll slow her down, get them and come find us!" Satan then started running towards the direction (y/n) took off in, dragging a perturbed Levi along.

The brothers were pushing themselves as hard as they could to catch up. Being two of the three that lacked wings, what they had going for them was Satans topographic knowledge of the whole Devildom forest, and Levi's insanely good sense of smell.

Coming up on a very rough terrain, Levi was beyond the point of wanting to collapse. He was starting to reconsider the hikikomori life since he had no stamina what so ever. Not that he'd ever really give it up.

The only thing keeping him going while his sides were aching was that he could smell (y/n)s blood in the distance.

Cautiously nearing where (y/n) collapsed, it appeared the closed bear trap they previously passed had mangled one of (y/n)s front legs.

"(Y/n)!" Levi yelled, trying to get closer but being stopped by Satan grabbing hold of his hood.

"She's injured, if we alert her she may try fleeing again." The blond demon cautioned.

Just as the words fell on your ears, you began trying to stand but whimpered in pain and fell back down.

Levi shook free of Satans hold, he continued toward you cautiously.

"No! Don't get closer!" You tried yelling though instead it came out as a growl.

Ignoring all the signs Levi continued approaching, feeling as though his lack of action lead to you fleeing and getting harmed. He was hating himself, but his want to be useful was stronger.

He held out his hand to you while Satan kept calling to try and make Levi step back.

The animal instincts took you again. The beast in you used your hind legs to pounce on and effectively hold down Levi. The beast that overtook you again growled and bared it's teeth at him, Levi simply resigned himself and closed his eyes as your good paw pinned him.

Satan began a sprint, ready to take action and help Levi, even if it costed your life. That's when a voice from above shouted "Incoming!"

Satan looked up to see Mammon floating above the scene, throwing lit stink bombs at you.

The scent was horrendous, it assaulted your heightened senses, and caused your eyes to water until you quickly fainted on top of Levi.

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When you finally woke, you were facing the ceiling of your bedroom. The memories of the night before were fuzzy and as though you were watching them replay through a 1950's television.

Did those things really happen?

You were scared to know if what you vaguely remembered really happened.

Lifting your head you looked down at yourself and saw your casted arm resting across your chest. It was a numb ache. Someone must've used a spell or some medicine to dull the pain.

A familiar sound of someone's restful breathing that wasn't yours was all that could be heard in the room. Carefully looking to the source, you found Levi fell asleep against your bed with his head resting on your mattress. Without thinking you leaned towards him and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

He didn't wake from the feeling but a small smile subconsciously crept onto his face. Seeing that he was still asleep, you with ease crawled off your bed and made your way aimlessly down the hall.

Satan and Mammon were in the kitchen talking about the previous nights events. Curious of what happened, you eavesdropped on their conversation.

"Whatcha mean he accepted his death?" Mammon asked, sounding alarmed.

"I mean she had him held down and was about to tear into him, but he refused to defend himself."

"No way. Yer jokin!" Mammon was astounded at the idea Levi didn't attempt to defend himself. Did he really care that much for the exchange student?

Satan couldn't have been more serious. "If my plan to overwhelm her senses didn't work we'd be planning two Devildom funerals right now." Satan snapped back.

"Two?" You asked yourself before giving it some thought. "Of course it would've been two. If that beast I lost control of were to kill Levi... They would've made sure I couldn't make it out of Devildom alive." The thought rocked you to your core. You losing control almost got Levi killed.

"Well good thing the Great Mammon came in to save the day!" He tried boasting, though there was some stiffness to his words, knowing that it was Satans plan, and that if he were just a little later things could've taken a turn for the worst.

Though it couldn't be seen from where you stood, you could imagine Satan was rubbing his chin while thinking. "I see now why blood moons lack any documentations."

A fridge could be heard opening, assumingely Mammon as he listened. "Oh?"

"Until last night there were likely no survivors to record data." Satan answered before pausing. "What are you doing with that custard?"

"Eating it." Mammon answered with a bite already in his mouth.

An exasperated sigh came from Satan. "You know that belongs to Beel right?"

"So?" Mammon asked between smacks.

The impending threat that someone was eating Beel's food was enough reason for you to leave. You quietly stepped away before the gluttonous brother could make his nth visit to the kitchen.

Stepping back into your room, Levi was still in the same position as he was before. "Poor thing. I must've really exhausted him." You thought before sitting next to him on the floor, wrapping your unharmed arm around him. "I love you Levi." You whispered before nodding off with your head resting on his shoulder.

#obey me shall we date #obeyme!#obey me levi x reader #leviathan avatar of envy #om! leviathan #leviachan #leviathan #smut #forgive me diavolo for this is smut #i have created a sin #no ragerts #leviachan.exe stopped working #werewolf #this bitch be long #part 3 #the thirst be real #looking back the smut wasnt really needed #but it was wanted

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neshabeingchildish · 4 years

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WEEK FOUR: GENERAL PROMPTS ♡ 1/27 | Fluff #2

So, in true Nesha fashion, I’m gonna go a little bit in a direction that I’m unsure of whether or not it’s what is being sought out, but my interpretation of the prompts. Idk if I’ll keep up with it this week. We’ll see what type of feedback I get about today’s… Which… Anybody paying any attention to me will know that Fluff is not my ministry, but I’ll give it a try. Here is my premise: I am going to take the AU universes that I put out last week and give y’all a drabble for each with this week’s concepts. At least, that’s my goal. So, here goes.

Fantasy ♡ Full Moon Over Swellview

Jasper handed out Valentines’ cards to everyone in the school that he knew. A lot of people were EXTREMELY happy to get them, to Charlotte’s surprise. They were 16 years old. Who the heck cared about Valentines’ Day Capitalism? Apparently everyone but her. Henry had even made himself a little business on the side, accepting flower gram orders for $3, since the high school didn’t do them anymore after a budget crisis that Captain Man caused. Charlotte found it appalling that Henry would profit off of a service that he was at leas partially responsible for the school having to give up, but… who was she gonna tell but he and Jasper? Nobody knew that Henry was Kid Danger, and she valued that secret. She’d SOONER tell them that he was a vampire. She wouldn’t tell either.

Whenever she got to her locker, she found a red sack attached to it and sighed, opening it up and looking inside. It was some type of scroll. Trusting no one, she glanced around and when she was convinced that the coast was clear, scanned it to be certain it wasn’t a set up of dark forces. It was just from Jasper. She laughed and opened it. An invitation to a Valentine’s Day dinner. She tossed the scroll and the sack into her locker and yelped when she turned around and Henry was there with a bouquet. “Hey! I got you some flowers!” He said. She put her hand over her heart. “There are A LOT of people who like you. Never would’ve guessed.” She took them and stuffed them in her locker, not even bothering to glance at the cards that went with them. “Wow. So playa,” Henry said, impressed.

“I HATE these aspects of Valetines’ Day!” she complained. “You know… it wasn’t even initially candy and card sales. It was a love lottery for fertility. We should be banging, if we really want to celebrate.”

“I have no problems with that,” he said. She threw him a look. “It’s all in good fun. NOTHING that we celebrate has it’s original meanings. Well… I mean, the rest of us. You’re probably gonna Pagan the heck out of today, huh?”

“No, not really, but I did make something for Jasper, because of the whole Lupercalia lore.” She could tell from Henry’s face that he had no idea what she was talking about, so she gave him the quick notes, “Old Pagan custom is kinda a part of werewolf history.”

“Oh.”

“So, I made him these little Romulus and Remus, feeding on the She Wolf.” Henry’s eyes were wide in confusion. “He will maybe know what it represents and probably like it!” She snapped and slammed her locker. “This holiday is stupid, anyway! Who spends all the time and money that people spend on these things for high school relationships? None of the couples that you unethically charged for flower grams are gonna last.”

“You are the Scrooge of Valentine’s Day,” Henry commented.

“I am the Scrooge of any observation that the Christians stole and remarketed when they were traveling the world killing people for being unbelievers. No offense to the ones that just go to church and go home until they die, but let’s be very factual about how much history and culture that religion has taken and ruined! And in the name of such a progressive miracle working practitioner!”

“How about this? Forget the Christians stealing it and making it about cards and candy and just look at it as a night to get to pet Jasper’s belly and scratch behind his ears by candlelight. That’s what I’m doing.” Henry said. “Nobody hates Christianity more than the vamps. We literally will burst into flames at a crucifix wielded with enough holy hate.” She laughed at the phrase “holy hate.” But… that was a good way to take her mind off of things.

The truth was that a lot of warrior witches lead lonely lives. Battling the evils that defied nature, the ones that misuse nature for their dark purposes, and so on… That almost guaranteed that she couldn’t get close to people, make many friends, or fall in love. The fact that these normals were always “falling in love” only to throw it away in a few months and still made an entire DAY of it was irritating to behold. They took so much for granted all of the time and she was frequently sick of it. But, if she was gonna spend time with her friends, that was at least cool.

Jasper made a setting in the Man Cave for the three of them. He’d of course invited both of the “loves of his life” to this Valentine’s Day event, set the table with stuff that the three of them loved and decorated the place with red and hearts. He got them into their seats and then took his own. “So… I hope that everybody enjoys everything. I wanted to treat you both to something special, because I love both of you and I know that neither of you believe that you’ll ever find love, (both Henry and Charlotte began to try to argue with that assessment) whether or not either of you will admit it. But, I love you both. So, Happy… Day of Love.” He didn’t want to say the “V” word around Charlotte and start a tangent.

“Charlotte’s got a present for you, Dude.” Henry said, reaching out to adjust the bouquet that Jasper had placed in the center of the table. It needed a little bit of work. Jasper looked at Charlotte, excitedly. The “wagging his tail look,” she thought of it as, because if he was in wolf form, she knew that he would be.

“Yeah… It’s probably stupid. You might not even like it, just in observance of this time of year, I made this little display…” She reached into her satchel and pulled out something wrapped in a red fabric. “Actually made from 100% Jasper hair and fur… also wood, from a very sacred tree, to my family… and some crystals that I… had…” She was TRYING not to blabber, because that made the gift even more important, she realized with everything that she said.

He was now looking at the unwrapped thing. Twin boys with hair like his suckling on a lady wolf with twinkling eyes and the word Lupercalia carved into the base. “This is the most beautiful thing that anyone has ever given me,” he said in a small voice. “I love it… and you!” He gave her a hug and a kiss and set it on the table, near the bouquet. “I’m gonna cherish this forever.”

“Henry, I also got YOU a gift!” Henry gasped. He honestly hadn’t expected one! She was SO against it, and as far as he knew, there were no vampire ties to this holiday, and even if there were, she was still pretty anti-vampire, no matter how much she tried to accept him, personally. She pulled out a jewelry box and he opened it to see a glass vile, attached to a necklace with symbols. “Is… is this YOURS?” He asked.

“Yes.” It was super forbidden in her practice to offer her blood to a vampire. Vampires would drain witches dry and discard all remains, in order to keep safe from possible attacks. So, for her to offer it to him was a huge show of faith, and huge sign of love. He rushed to give her a hug and a kiss too, then she helped him put it on. He was never going to take it off.

She wondered, “Did you two get each other anything special?”

Jasper shrugged and said, “I have a pitcher of blood on the table for the feast.

Henry said, “I got him some of those Valentines Day chew toys from the pet store.”

“You two are SO romantic,” she said sarcastically. They laughed, then everybody paused when Ray came in, dressed like cupid and setting food on the table. Charlotte shook her head and said, “Nope.” Then got up from the table.

“Charlotte! You can’t leave now. It’s the feast time! We can do fertility stuff if you want!” Henry called.

“Ray is in a little toga with wings! A LINE HAS BEEN CROSSED!” Truth be told, she was filled up with emotion from everything that had taken place. She just needed to breathe for a moment. Did she wanna see Ray in a toga? Absolutely the entire heck not. But... she was never gonna say that she wasn’t 100% against “doing fertility stuff” with her boys. She blushed, glad that none of them could hear her thoughts.

#henrydangermonth #Full Moon Over Swellview #henry danger #hd AU fic #Nesha HD Fics #Fluff Prompt 2 #Chensper

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➹puppy love➹(peter b. parker x reader)

Requested by @connorshero➝ “Something fluffy and sweet: Peter B surprises Reader (his best friend, who he's in love with) with a puppy after Reader lost their previous puppers.”

Forget listening to sad songs as you eat pizza that burns the roof of your mouth— Peter B. Parker believes a puppy is the medicine for a grieving heart.

word count: 3.5k

a/n: finally, i wrote something short. hello! i’m sorry this took so long, @connorshero , i’m going to be 100% honest and admit that i struggled quite a bit lol— i wrote the entire thing but i decided to delete it and start over bc i wasn’t happy with it. but i finally finished and here it is! requests are open, so feel free to send some if you want (: hope you enjoy!

A desperate thumping on your front door along with the fierce crackle of the storm roused you from the light slumber you didn’t even know you had succumbed to, your body jerking as you choked on the drool that had managed to slip down your chin. You grimaced, wiping the gross saliva off of your face with one hand while the other rubbed your eye. You sat on your floor, your back against your sofa which explained your sore neck and shoulders, staring at the carpet until the knocking returned and brought you fully back to consciousness. You didn’t know what time it was— it felt as if an entire year had gone by whilst you slept, honestly, but you were certain it was too late for it to be your landlord reminding you about your rent payment. You clumsily stood to your feet, the lack of illumination dooming you to knock your shin into the sharp edge of the coffee table. You screamed, but continued limping toward the door anyway, flinging the door open with a scowl as you held onto your throbbing leg. Your expression softened, however, and your brows drew together for in front of you stood a dripping wet Peter B. Parker wearing a large coat that barely covered the red and blue suit underneath it, and… holding a puppy covered in dirt?

“What the fuck?” You muttered, suddenly fully awake. It was an odd and unkind greeting, but Peter really couldn’t blame you for your reaction. He opened his mouth, laughing nervously as his eyes shifted down to the creature in his grasp.

“Hey? Sorry if I woke you up, I just… kinda had an emergency.” He nestled the puppy on his chest and your attention came back to it. The animal shivered wildly, and so did your best friend who smiled at you while his teeth chattered.

You silently moved aside for him to walk in, your brain working hard to figure out what in the world was happening and trying to arrange all the questions speeding by. Peter briefly studied the living room— images of days prior, when he embraced you as you dampened his neck with your tears in that same spot he was in, flashing through his eyes. A twinge of worry invaded him when he took in the abandoned box of pizza on the couch, and the two empty cans of beer littering your red rug. Meanwhile, you might as well have heard the dog talk, because your stunned face— eyes as big as a full moon, your eyebrows almost reaching your hairline— represented just that as you couldn’t tear your gaze away from the stray puppy huddled against the man. “Oh my god,” You finally said, gasping and your hand reaching out to hang above its head. “Why do you have a puppy with you?”

“It was a surprise, to say the least.” He allowed you to take the animal from him, groaning when he saw the grime on his hands and coat. You didn’t mind much about the dirt, though, as it was a dog; laundry day was tomorrow, you told yourself as you hugged the puppy like a young child with their favorite stuffed animal. “I was in an alleyway when I heard something break behind me and so I went to investigate, but instead of a homeless person or something, I found this little girl right here.”

“And you decided to take her with you?”

“Well, yeah, we… had a connection.”

A lovely trail of footprints and droplets of mud now adorned your floor which you had actually swept hours earlier; not the makeover you wanted, exactly, and it would’ve irked you except that you were too exhausted and confused to save a place for an extra emotion. You glanced back at Peter, studying his shivering body, and sighed. The man could be bleeding out to death, yet he wouldn’t complain nor do much about it unless you physically dragged him to a nearby hospital; it wasn’t an exaggeration, rather a characteristic of his you gathered after having a friendship with him since prehistoric times, but also since (to your dismay) the exact same scenario had occurred many times before. “You had a connection, huh? Alright, dork, I bet there’s a forgotten collection of your clothes in my closet— go get changed while I get the bath ready.”

There was a certain weakness that threatened to attack Peter, and the fact that he was freezing after swinging to your apartment in the ruthless downpour easily might have been the culprit of that; but as bad as he wanted it to be that way, it was evident in his heart that you were the true delinquent— you, with your tangled hair perhaps from the slumber he disrupted, with just your presence really, continued to transform him into a teenager who wrote long melodramatic poems about his crush and doodled their initials on his school notes during class. It was absurd, truthfully, how you managed to do such thing to a fully-grown man. But you were his time machine, his youth potion, that remedy that allowed him to see life as colorful as a pure child did, and he’d never complain about it, because that’s just what he needed all the time.

Peter had forgotten about the pile of clothes belonging to him that neatly rested on one shelf of your closet. Ever since you two were in college— when he’d pretty much constantly live in your apartment for an entire week— you’d been assembling the shirts and other articles of clothing the man often left behind as if clothes were as expensive as a carton of milk that’s about to expire. So that’s where that shirt went, he thought as his eyes settled on a green flannel he used to wear religiously back before Christ, partially because you always voiced how much you liked how he looked with it. You’d truly had him wrapped around your finger for the longest time, he realized, and yet he’d never had the guts to make a move. That frustration abandoned him, however, when he put on an old shirt and it smelled like you; there was that youthfulness again as contentment pecked his entire face, coloring his skin a rosy tint. Like a new man, he headed down the hallway to the bathroom where he could hear water running. He peeked his head inside, the corner of his lips tugging upwards when he saw you on the floor caressing the puppy on your lap and talking to it. “I see you two already became friends.”

You looked up at him, directing to him a tired twitch of your mouth. “You better be scared, ‘cause your title of best friend is at risk. Could you close the door?” You gestured your head toward the entrance and your wish was his command as a gentle click left the bathroom’s door when he closed it.

“Again, sorry about bothering you. I just didn’t know where else to go, and you’re the best person I know when it comes to dogs.” He shrugged, descending to sit down in front of you, his knees uncomfortably tucked close to his chest to fit his long legs in the small room. The puppy forgot about you, and was determined to snuggle under Peter’s knees as he jumped off of you. “No! I just changed!” He groaned and wriggled away from the animal into the wall.

You giggled, quickly grabbing the excited creature before it tragically attacked your friend’s immaculate clothes. “I don’t really mind, honestly. I wasn’t exactly having the best night anyway; so thanks, Prince Charming, for coming to rescue me with a stray puppy— hic!” You hiccuped, the alcohol finally getting to you. You stood up, waving your hand which you weren’t cradling the puppy with for him to do so as well.

He hummed, amused, his hand on his hip as you closed the faucet. “I’m excellent when it comes to bathing dogs.” You glanced back at him, quirking a brow and narrowing your eyes.

“You sure? Because every time I asked you to help me give Webster a bath you just watched while I did all the work.” A grin may have remained on your features, but the rain cloud of sorrow that showered over you was evident after you mentioned that one name— the one you used to cheerfully call all the time, but now tried to avoid at every chance you got. Peter noticed, his eyes sad, but he elbowed you playfully hoping that it would help somehow, even if just a little bit.

“Lies, I think I did a pretty good job at holding him still.” It was unavoidable, no matter how hard he could’ve fought, the dreamy smile that etched on his face simply as a consequence of your empyrean laugh; such a minor thing that had a tremendous effect on him, and it embarrassed him, but again, he wouldn’t ever complain. It was baffling how you’d never noticed the stares that lasted too long whilst you just existed, or the utter and raw infatuation his eyes burned with as you smirked up at him.

“Sure, keep lying to yourself. I really need you to help me, though, because this girl is a shit ton more hyper than… uh, you know.” Peter recalled in his head the trip to your place and the humiliating amount of times he yelped while swinging as the dog would continuously squirm out of his grasp and attempt to climb onto his shoulder. He nodded, releasing a big puff of air because you had no idea. You grabbed a red a bucket from the cabinet and handed it to him. “Okay, just use this to pour the water over her.”

“Am I going to get something if I do a great job? You know, like a sticker?”

You shrugged, kneeling down before the bathtub. “I don’t know. A kiss, maybe.” You stared back at him when moments passed and he didn’t say anything, both of your faces as red as the bucket he shakily held. “It was a joke. C’mon, get down.”

He waited for you to take your words back, or maybe add something along the lines of “but if you’re down so am I” if the cosmos decided to bless him for once. You remained quiet, though, and a quiet sigh slipped through his lips as he decided to leave it behind for his own sanity’s sake. “Why did you make me stand up if we were gonna get back on the floor again?” He grumbled, following you suit. He looked at you confused when you began to laugh at him. Was he still blushing? You did always make fun of him when he blushed. “What?”

“Why are you making those dad noises?”

“Me? Dad noises?”

“Yeah, like—” You let out a low grunt, your lips puckered and your eyebrows scrunched together, and then breathed out obnoxiously loud and heavy. “That’s what you sound like— hic!” You hiccuped for a second time, and he threw his head back as he laughed.

“Shut up, you can’t even handle drinking two cans of beer, look at you right now.” He teased, the many times you’ve flirted with him throughout the years after getting hammered with a ridiculous quantity of alcohol in the back of his head. He stretched out his arms, making grabby hands at the puppy, the bucket abandoned and floating in the water. “Gimme.”

Your mouth curved into a smile at his childlike actions as you carefully placed the creature in his hold. “I can’t believe you’re such a dad, but also a man-child, it’s adorable.”

He chose to say nothing, lest his voice decided to backstab him and crack like a fourteen-year-old boy during an oral presentation. He took a deep breath, instead focusing on the dog who believed it was a menacing beast as it chewed on his finger, and the grey layer of mud covering its short fur. He frowned, thinking of different scenarios of how the poor pup could’ve possibly ended up such way, none happy. He filled the plastic bucket with water before draining it slowly down its back, revealing its true dark brown color. “She’s so cute, I might have to cry.” He mumbled, his expression strangely serious in spite of his words.

“What are you gonna do with her?” There was a glint of what he wished was hope in your tone, anticipation clouding your features as you tried to nonchalantly squirt a generous amount of dog shampoo on the palm of your hand.

The animal tried to escape as he rinsed the grime but he held it in its place while he waited for you to start washing it. He raised his shoulders, glancing sideways at you. “I don’t know, I guess I’ll take her to a shelter or something.” You almost announced your disappointment, but you nodded, drawing your lower lip between your teeth. “You look disappointed.”

“Me?”

“Uh, no, the fucking ghost in your bathroom.” He said sarcastically. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, of course I meant you.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you massaged the shampoo into the puppy you cared about too much despite only knowing it for less than thirty minutes, creating enough foam that miniature bubbles drifted in the air. “Did you know that my apartment is haunted?”

Peter snorted at your spontaneity. “Oh, is it?” In a mere second, however, he completely tuned out everything along with your response; all purely because of the accidental caress you gave his hand as you scrubbed the dog’s loin. Was it accidental? Your touch lingered for too long for it to be, no? Or was he just overthinking? Most likely. He desperately needed to put himself together, he groaned internally— and if only he’d done so sooner, then he wouldn’t have been too distraught by a hand touch to notice the rapidly approaching mountain of foam on your hand until it was too late. He felt pressure on the top of his head, and that’s when he recognized your hand sliding down the side of his face, lathering the bubbly liquid on his skin. He jumped, pushing your arm away as his eyes widened. “Why did you do that?!”

Your beam was as contagious as a virus as you giggled, your foamy hands proof of your crime. “I asked you something like twenty times and you didn’t answer!” You defended while he wiped his eyebrow with the back of his hand. “Hey, I saw the opportunity and I took it!” Red alarms went off in your head, and you regretted everything when you saw his sly smirk. You lifted your finger up as a warning when he picked up the bucket and loaded it, innocent eyes staring at you. “Don't you— hic!— fucking dare…”

“Your shirt’s kinda dirty. Here, let me clean it for you—” He spilled all the water over your head and you shrieked, wielding yourself with your arms, which was nothing other than pointless as— regardless of your efforts— you still finished entirely soaked. Peter held his fist up to his mouth, wheezing while you glowered at him with wet hair stuck to your forehead.

“You dick…” You chuckled incredulously, giving him no time to feel satisfied before scooping more foam and launching yourself at him, slamming your hand into his mouth.

It was the cafeteria food fight you’d always dreamed of having; except that it was just two people (and a puppy playing in the bathtub) in your bathroom instead of a big cafeteria, and food was exchanged for water in an old bucket close to breaking and wasted dog shampoo with enough bubbles for a little kid to have a stroke from the excitement. Not a degrade, but an upgrade, indeed— one you’d accept without a doubt; even if you could already imagine how much your back would hurt after you mopped up the mess you two made, for it was impossible not to as Peter grinned widely at you with his fake bubbly Santa Claus beard, and you held your soaked stomach as you hysterically laughed. Peter’s body tingled when he thought about dropping all his fears and doubts to crash his yearning lips against yours; to hold your chin with the delicacy you deserved, inundate the room with all his repressed lust and emotion, like a volcano that’s been asleep for eons gushing everything out for the first time in forever. He held himself back, though, like he always did, and just admired your sunshine from afar.

You lounged on your couch, your arm hanging off the side while Peter rested on the floor with his head against your knee, ignoring the discomfort just to be as close to you as possible. It was a well-deserved break after your puppy bath-time-turned-into-a-water-fight as you two watched the clean animal almost do a handstand while trying to eat from the larger bowl. You chuckled, your cheek squished against the cushion. “Did you know I named him Webster because of you?” You mumbled, and you felt Peter’s head graze your knee as he glanced at you, humming questioningly. “Webster. Web.”

“And you waited seventeen years to tell me that?”

“Thought it was sort of obvious.”

“I kinda just thought you were really passionate about the dictionary.” He said and you let out air through your nose, gripping the worn Mickey Mouse blanket wrapped around you. You clutched the memory of Peter gifting you the cloth for your dog’s first birthday close to your heart— the cloth which would become the Australian Shepherd’s most beloved possession, even up till to his last moments and as you said goodbye to him. You sniffed, closing your eyes when your vision began to blur.

“Spidey was an option at first, but I felt really lame calling my dog ‘Spidey’. Plus… he also really reminded me of you.”

His eyes softened. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, y’know: brown hair, brown eyes, adorable…” He almost had a heart attack. “He was always there for me and I… I really loved him.” You whispered.

Peter’s stare moved down to your hand, and soon you felt his fingers curl around yours. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“I have a confession to make.” You peeked an eye open. “I didn’t just bring the puppy here so you could help me clean her up.”

“What do you mean?”

“I, uh,” He scratched his stubble, trying to find his words. “Webster took care of you when I couldn’t, y’know? Not just that, but I hate seeing how much it hurt you to lose him. It hurt me as well— you saw me bawling my eyes out like a baby when they put him to sleep.” He laughed.

You frowned, giving his hand a squeeze. “Thank you for being there with me. I probably would’ve broken down if it weren’t for you. But why’d you bring the stray puppy here?”

“I know I said I was going to take her to a shelter, but I really just wanted to see your reaction. I don’t want you to think that I’m trying to replace Webster, though, because nothing ever could, and he deserves better than that.”

You then sat up, holding his hand on your lap as you began to understand what he was trying to say. “Peter…” You warned him— you truly weren’t in the mood for a prank, but his voice and features expressed nothing more than honesty. Peter rose from the ground and you immediately followed him, your hands linked as he walked up to the puppy.

“Sorry, bud, but I’m gonna take you for a sec,” He muttered as he bent down and scooped the dog. He faced you, your heart glowing at the sight of his sheepish smile and his giggles whilst the dog began to lick his neck. “I need someone to watch after you now that Webster can’t, and this girl right here is perfectly fit for the job.”

You were aware of how ridiculous you were for tearing up, but it was bound to happen when Peter handed out the puppy— your puppy to you. You gawked at him, taking her gently into your arms, blinking furiously when she washed your knuckles with her tongue. “Are you serious?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” He scoffed, although showed you a crooked grin. You couldn’t contain yourself anymore, and took a step closer to him before landing a tender kiss on the corner of his mouth, lightly brushing his lips. He gulped when you pulled away, his eyes going round. “O-oh.”

“It’s not a kiss like I said back in the bathroom, but it’s what you’ll get for now.” You murmured shyly, suddenly your feet much more interesting to look at than the flustered man in front of you or the sweet creature you held. However, once again, you missed that stare of his and his growing smile as his whole face lit up.

“I really can’t complain.”

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For the Good of the Kingdom

Words: 4,469

Rating: M

You are a princess, betrothed to the neighboring kingdom’s prince. Your royal guard, Sir McIntyre, helps soothe your nerves before your wedding night.

Author’s note: This is, uh, a really sexually explicit work of fiction. Reader has breasts and a vagina and is referred to as a princess/woman. Some characters are inspired by real-life wrestlers/personas, but are not meant to represent real people. Contains some initial non-con ish contact and a slight age gap (3-4 years in my mind. Princess is late teens/early 20s, McIntyre early-mid 20s.) Sexually inexperienced reader. Not super historically accurate probably. Drew wears a quilted gambeson/tunic, trousers, and boots. Similar to what Kit is wearing here minus the cloak.

I’m tagging @haigrr @writtingrose and also @writinglionqueen @superrezzy00 bc I have a feeling your whole crew might enjoy this and I love your work so lets be friends pls

ps. I have literally never written something quite like this before so uhh b nice thanks and enjOY

It was near impossible to sleep that night. Your round tower room was lit by the bright starlight pooling on your pillow. The moon added to the glow, shining through a pair of ornate arched windows on either side of your four-poster bed. Not only that, but the summer air was heavy with heat, making it impossible to get comfortable even under your silken sheets. Tossing and turning, you tried to allow yourself to relax, but your mind simply would not rest. Perhaps, if it was just the air and the light, you could have managed. But there was something else.

Tomorrow was to be your wedding day.

Your home kingdom, Valaris, had been clashing with knight factions from the neighboring kingdom of Saoma for almost a month now. Armies on either side had been caught in skirmishes and raids across the countryside. Your father had been in peace talks for days with the neighboring kingdom, and the two kings had at last decided to end the conflict and secure an alliance together. An alliance, of course, through marriage. The marriage of the Princess of Valaris and the Prince of Saoma. You had no fear of the marriage itself. As Princess, you would do whatever needed to be done to bring peace to your kingdom. Besides, Prince Rollins was, well, incredibly good looking. You had seen him from afar in parades, always looking dashing with his long chestnut hair, well kept beard, and impish grin. It was said he was an excellent warrior, and your ladies in waiting had assured you he would make a fine husband. But there was one thing you were still worried about. One thing that kept your mind awake and whirring.

The wedding night.

You had heard, of course, of the tradition of consummation. Every wife’s duty is to bear children. Every wife’s duty began on that night. Those ladies in waiting who had experienced it told you that, while the first time may be uncomfortable, even painful, it wasn’t too unpleasant. Especially if your husband was good looking. Still, it sounded... strange. You had had your first blood and knew your own body, knew well the sensitive spot between your legs, knew how good it felt to rub it until your whole body tensed and then went limp with pleasure. But you could not imagine anything… entering you. Not without pain. Even the few times you had tried with your own fingers had not felt particularly good. And a man was, according to your ladies, much bigger. It would hurt, you were sure. And to have a man so close to your body… a man you’d never even spoken to…

You sighed in frustration against your pillow. No use ruminating on it now. Duty be done, pain or no pain. Perhaps some reading would calm your nerves. At least give your mind something to focus on besides tomorrow night.

Sitting up, you swung your legs out of bed and reached for your bureau candle. Nobody else could possibly be awake at this hour. In fumbling to light the candle stub however, you knocked a heavy book to the floor. The book thudded to the floor and the sound echoed like a thunderclap in the still night. Jumping to your feet, you bent down to retrieve it but it was too late. The door to your room swung open.

Sir Drew McIntyre, the head of the palace guard, stood towering in your doorway. That’s right. Father wanted security for my room tonight, just in case. Drew was the most capable fighter in the whole of the palace knights. And not only was he the best at combat, he was physically outstanding as well. At least a full head taller than you and probably thrice your mass. He wasn’t in full plate armor but still cut an intimidating figure, standing there in a dark quilted gambeson over trousers and shining leather boots, sparring gloves and a massive sheathed sword tucked into the belt around his waist. He went without a chest guard or helmet while on guard duty, preferring to keep his long black hair tied back with a simple cord. His solid jaw and chin were covered with a close cut black beard and accompanying mustache. Piercing, intense blue-gray eyes looked out from under a furrowed brow.

“Are you alright, Princess? I thought I heard a disturbance.” His voice was a warm Scottish burr, powerful and low.

“Yes, I- I mean no, no disturbance, Sir McIntyre. I’m alright. This just, uh, fell,” you stammered, picking up the book and place it back on the bureau.

“Are you certain?” The large man moved forward into the room, allowing the door to close behind him, and began pacing the perimeter, double checking for any signs of an intruder. You sighed at your clumsiness.

“Yes, Sir. Just some trouble sleeping is all.” You expected him to turn to leave, but he didn’t. Instead he strode over to the window and gazed out into the night. You decided against ushering him out. It’s not like you were going to go back to sleep.

“What worries you, Princess?” He didn’t look at you. Just clasped his large hands behind his back and fixed his eyes out the window, watching.

“It’s… it’s nothing,” you insisted, a slight tremor in your voice. It’s not that you were scared of him, exactly, after all, he was there to protect you. But men rarely, if ever, visited your chambers, and it was usually your father or some other guards. But Drew being here was… different. You had seen him about the palace grounds, even seen him training a few times. He swung a greatsword like it was a feather. Once, when out with your ladies in waiting on a particularly hot summer day, you had caught a glimpse of him in the training yard clad only in rough trousers and boots. Shirtless, tan, sunlight glistening off impossibly broad shoulders, dark hair lining his chest and trailing down towards the muscled V of his hips. His hair had been loose, hanging in a curtain around his face as his powerful arms swung his weapon with ease, leaving the training dummy in a broken pile on the ground. You had flushed, and not just from the heat. Your ladies in waiting had tittered and hurried you away. Not proper for ladies to stare at such things. Heat rushed to your cheeks now as you recalled the memory and you couldn’t help but cast a lingering glance at his clothed form now. You had only stared at him from afar, but now… now he was here, in your chambers. Turning away from the window to face you. He took a step closer, cautiously. Like he was trying not to startle you.

“Is it the wedding?”

“Yes. I suppose… in a way.” You gulped down the embarrassed lump rising in your throat and lifted your chin upwards jutting your chin upwards in an attempt to show confidence. “But Rollins is a good man. I am more than ready to do my part in making peace.”

“He is a good man. And a good warrior. The alliance, of course, will be good for our kingdoms,” Drew agreed. He paused. “But you are the Princess. I was assigned to protect you tonight. I’m not leaving until it’s clear to me you are safe and comfortable. So what worries you?” You were unable to meet his eyes anymore. Those stormy gray eyes, so intense, and yet so… gentle. Concerned. You turned to face the window. I shouldn't tell him. Why would I tell him? So incredibly improper to tell him, a man, a man assigned to guard you and nothing more, but the worry weighed so heavy on your mind that you couldn't stop the words from falling out. Something about the private stillness of the night and the man in your room, assigned to protect you. Nobody else would hear.

“Sir McIntyre… I have never been… with a man.. in the way that- that a man is with his wife. In fact I-” your entire face and neck were surely bright red now, “I… have never even… kissed a man.” The last few words were barely audible. Why am I even saying this? To the captain of the guard, of all people? Silence fell in the room for a brief moment until it was broken. Drew was chuckling to himself. Those handsome features, so often serious and focused, were cracked with a gentle smile. He has dimples. Not so scary after all.

“‘’M sorry, Princess, I don’t mean to laugh. I understand your apprehension. ” You do?

“I’m sure.. I’m sure you’ve.. well, I hear that knights… often h-have many women,” you finished in an embarrassed whisper. Drew chuckled again.

“Aye, I am… experienced, yes. And so I know that everyone has nerves their first time. ’S only natural to be nervous.” The two of you were silhouetted in the window now, facing each other. A foot away. Almost nose to nose… well, nose to chest, really. He’s so close.

“I will do my duty of course. As a Princess and as a wife.” You swallowed again, your eyes dancing from his broad neck to his dark beard to his heavy brows, avoiding his eyes. “I am just afraid that, in terms of actually… being with my husband… I feel unprepared,” you trailed off, blushing. This room is stifling. “I don’t even… I don’t even know what a simple kiss feels like.” Your heart was pounding. Drew smiled softly, showing just a trace of his dimples. Those dimples… His eyes locked onto yours. Gray swirling fog. The room was silent for a moment once more.

“It feels like this.”

And then warm lips ever so softly pressed against yours. His beard lightly tickled against your cheeks and you felt one large hand cup the side of your face, brushing back your hair. He’s kissing me. Sir Drew McIntyre is kissing me. It was so unexpected, such a new feeling, that you froze, unsure if you were supposed to kiss him back or even how to kiss him back. Sensing your stiffness, Drew broke the kiss. “Princess.. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He straightened up and backed away. You stood there, lips buzzing, head pounding, unsure of how to proceed. You knew it wasn’t proper. You knew a princess had to value her honor. And yet… It had felt so good. Good and gentle and right.

“Sir McIntyre. Wait. Please.”

“No, Princess. I’m sorry. I should never have entered your quarters. I will find another guard to relieve me tonight.” He reached for the door.

“Please don’t go. Sir McIntyre… I… want you to stay.” He stopped at that, one hand on the door. Turned. You had no idea where this sudden confidence came from. There was something driving you towards that man. “I order you to stay.” The words crept from your lips as a whisper. His stormy eyes met yours. Clouded. Unreadable.

“As my Princess commands,” he murmured, holding his ground. Your steps swiftly closed the distance between you two. Mere inches away from him now. Rising to your tiptoes, trying to get closer, to show him you wanted this. Your hands gingerly reached to his chest, splaying your fingers over the quilted cloth, feeling his heartbeat thudding under them. Drew obligingly dipped his face closer to yours, and this time it was you who leaned into him and joined your lips together again in a tender kiss. Large fingertips softly took hold of your hips as your mouth moved against his. He felt warm and gentle and good. You pulled away for a moment, breathless, lips burning. Without even realizing it, your hands had begun to pull at the laces of his quilted shirt. But a pair of powerful hands took your shoulders and pushed you away.

“Princess.” There was need in his stormy eyes even as he held you at a distance. “I cannot do this. You know as well as I that it is far from proper. You are to be married to Prince Rollins tomorrow. I cannot dishonor that.” He’s right. He is. And yet… Your stomach dropped at the thought of him leaving. You felt as if your blood was magnetic, pulling you towards him, yearning, needing to get closer to him. You wanted this. Damn being proper.

“I know. I just think… I think maybe my fears would be less if- if I knew… what to expect. For the good of my nerves. For… for the good of the kingdom.” Drew took your chin in one powerful hand and tilted it up, meeting your eyes with a serious gaze. His voice was a low rough rumble. Like it was hard for him to allow himself to speak.

“I… have always been in awe of your beauty, even from afar. I am sworn to protect you. I would never want to dishonor my Princess. But, if you truly desire… I could ease your fears tonight. Only if you want this.” Your heartbeat quickened and your breath caught in your throat. Holding his gaze, you nodded.

“I want this.”

With that, he bent forward and enveloped your lips in another searing kiss. Your hands went for his chest once again and he chuckled, smoothly unbuckling his belt and laying his weapon aside before helping you undo the laces to his shirt. Clad only his trousers and boots, Drew was… magnificent. There really was no other word. Tanned skin and trails of dark hair rippling over chiseled muscles. You ran your hands across his heated skin, marveling at his physique, wordlessly tracing the dip of his hips. Drew sank down onto the bed and pulled you towards him. Another quiet chuckle graced his face as his big hands encircled your waist, guiding you in between his legs. He leaned his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes. One of his hands rested on the small of your back, while the other began to drift lower, gently caressed your backside through your shift.

“Is this alright?” You closed your eyes and nodded, breathing heavily. They moved lower, and lower. Began to toy with the hem of your shift that rested midway down your thighs. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his warm fingers begin to slip underneath the fabric. “Is this alright?”, he asked again. This time, you responded by kissing him. Kept kissing him. You wanted, you needed, to be closer to him. Tangling your hands in his long, dark, hair, you let Drew slide his hands up the sides of your body, taking your shift with them and pulling it over your head. You leaned into him, straddling his lap, your bare chests pressed together, heated skin on skin. Settling down, you could feel a straining bulge in his trousers. A wave of heat stirred in your belly. One large hand gently brushed up your side to softly cup your breast. “You are so beautiful,” your knight murmured into the crook of your neck, before trailing kisses all the way down your chest. Rolling one of your nipples in his flushed lips, grazing it ever so slightly with his teeth. His beard tickled against your bare skin. Then in one swift move, he scooped his hands underneath you and spun you around, dropping you delicately on the bed.

Your breath grew shallow and quick as Drew lay you out on your back and knelt over you. Will it happen now? Drew must have noticed your increased anxiety. He kissed you gently, and murmured into your ear. “Don’t worry, Princess. I’m going to help you get ready. If you want me to stop… just tell me. But,” he smirked, “I think you’ll enjoy this part.” He pressed his lips to yours once again, slightly open, hot breath ghosting into your mouth. He peppered more kisses down your jawline, moving smoothly down, sucking and nibbling small love bites into the delicate skin on your collarbones. Drew slid off the edge of the bed and kneeled, curling his broad arms around your hips and sliding you towards him with gentle force. His face was now situated directly between your legs. You looked down at the man nestled between your thighs and felt a wave of embarrassment. You must look so unappealing from this angle. But the Scotsman between your legs didn’t flinch. He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh. Just seeing him there, eyes heavy with desire, his massive arms curling around the outside of your legs, fingertips digging into your skin to gently pry hold your knees open… your core quivered. Drew slowly laid a kiss on the inside of your thigh. Such sensitive skin. Another kiss. Another. Oh god, he’s moving closer. The ladies didn’t mention anything like this.

And then you felt his hot breath directly on your sex. Even just him breathing there somehow felt better than you had ever felt touching yourself. When his mouth finally touched you, you let out a moan. Any self conscious thoughts fled your mind, replaced with sheer pleasure as his lips caressed your most sensitive spot. Gentle suction between his lips made shivers of electricity run all through your body. Sucking and licking and stroking. His tongue running softly between your slick folds. Your own fingers couldn't even come close to this. It felt so good. And god, you were starting to ache. Ache in ways you’d never felt before, your body yearning to feel him on the inside. You groaned out loud as his tongue dipped towards your entrance, and his lips curved in a smile. Obligingly, he pressing his tongue just slightly into your hole. Oh, god. That was what you needed. More of that. Tentatively, you rolled your hips towards him and let your legs relax open. He was right. You were enjoying this. Finally rising up and resting his head against your thigh, Drew looked at you with heated eyes. His lips were flushed and his bearded chin was shiny and damp. He spoke in a rough whisper.

“Princess. I’m going to use my fingers now. You tell me if anything hurts.” You nodded, still reeling from how good his mouth had felt. Drew once again dipped between your legs. His rough beard gently scratched your inner thighs as he placed more moist kisses on your sex, his tongue dancing around your entrance before being replaced with one of his fingers. Gingerly slipping it inside of you. It felt.. strange but good. Like your insides were craving to be touched. Slowly, his finger moved in and out, curling, stretching you slightly. Another pressed against your entrance and slid in easily. Like you were made for this. You whimpered as the stretch of a third caused a twinge of pain. Drew gently kissed the crease of your thigh and slowly curled his fingers, massaging you just right and your back arched of its own accord. How could this feel so good? You clenched around them out of sheer need. All thoughts of being proper were gone from your mind.

“Do you want to keep going?” You sat up slightly and nodded with no hesitation. You had never been more sure of anything in your whole life. Drew rose from his kneeling position at the foot of the bed, bulge in his trousers even more prominent than before. He unlaced them and slowly pulled them down until he was standing there, fully naked in front of you. You blushed as you stared. Good lord. How will that ever fit? His cock stood out proudly from his body, long and hard and glistening. Dark hair clustered around the base. He gazed at you laid out on the bed, legs open for him, and one hand began to stroke his thick shaft. “You look amazing, Princess.” His deep voice was heavy with desire. So do you, you wanted to say, but you couldn't form words. Drew climbed onto the bed between your legs. Nestling back on his heels, his muscular thighs were on full display, as was his erect cock. It throbbed against his toned hips. You juices still lingered on his lips, adding a slight tang when he leaned forward and kissed you. Leaning his body ever closer to yours. Apprehension must have shown in your face for he gave a gentle smile. “I’ll go slow. If you want to stop, tell me.”

His strong hands eased your knees up onto either side of him. He took care to give his fingers some extra slick from his mouth before reaching down and slipping them through your warm folds once again. Making sure you were nice and wet. Making sure you were ready. Then he bent down, leaning his forearm next to your face and pressing another warm kiss to your lips as he positioned his cock between your legs. You felt the head nudge ever so slightly against your entrance, sending a shiver through your body, and looked up into the Scotsman’s eyes. He didn’t ask aloud this time. But his eyes told you that he would stop if you asked, that he was here for you, that he wanted to make sure this was your choice. You nodded. Your whole body thrummed with need. Holding your gaze with his, Drew shifted his hips and slowly began to press forward. Oh god. What if it doesn’t fit? He still felt wider than your entrance would allow. But Drew had made you so wet that his cock slid easily into your waiting heat. Gently, slowly, he eased his way inside you. And it felt so good. As much as he had prepared you with his fingers, Drew’s cock stretched you further still, with a twinge of pain but so much pleasure. Your head hung back as a guttural sound escaped your throat. Drew must have felt the same way, as he let out a long exhale, muttering a curse under his breath. He pressed a bit deeper before stopping and allowing you to adjust. You felt so full. His eyes had grown dark with lust and he placed another searing kiss against your lips as he slowly withdrew his cock before thrusting into you once again. Oh god, Drew… He was stretching you so deliciously around his thick cock. Rolling his hips forward and back, in and out, nudging slightly deeper each time, making you his. Your hips tilted on their own, opening up for him. Taking him in to your wet needy heat. Breathing heavily. Drew pumping in and out so slowly, so gently, strong arms on either side of you caging you in, his body pressed against yours. It felt so good. Like nothing you could ever have imagined. You wanted more.

“I… I want you to go deeper,” you half moaned, half panted to the man above you. Drew gave a devilish grin and bucked his hips up into you with more force than before and you could feel his cock driving deeper. Touching you in places you’d never been touched. Your moans and nods telling him it was okay, it felt good, you wanted this. You clenched around him instinctively and he breathed in sharply. On the next thrust, his shaft pressed against something on your walls that felt amazing and you couldn't help but cry out.

“There?” he asked, not slowing his strokes.

“Y-yes, right there, Sir McIntyre, I-”

“Drew.” He growled into your ear. The sheer intensity in his voice made your whole body quiver. He angled his hips slightly and began to pick up speed, pounding into just right. Your legs wrapped around his broad back, bringing him in as close to you as possible.

Drew buried his face in your neck and covered it in kisses, his beard running leaving tiny lovely stings on the sensitive skin. His hands fisted in your hair, grasping it until it hurt but you didn’t care. One of your hands tangled in his own long dark hair as the other scrambled along his back mindlessly, leaning tiny scratches of their own. He was relentless as he continued to pull out and drive back inside you. The sound of skin on skin filling the air, Drew’s hips colliding with yours, balls heavy and slapping against your ass. Hitting you just right over and over again each time until you felt your pleasure coming to a peak deep in your belly, your walls starting to clench on his cock of their own accord.

“Drew I- I- oh, God…!”, words failed as you spasmed around his cock. Electricity flooded your veins and your body clenched, every nerve buzzing with pleasure. Drew let out a drawn out groan as his thrusting slowed, wet heat seeping from the tip of his cock so deep inside your belly. You were seeing stars. A long moaning whine escaped from your throat as you came down from your high, panting, blood pounding in your ears. He gave a few more lazy thrusts before withdrawing himself, leaving you feeling so empty after being stuffed full. You were both panting. He rolled off of you onto his side and left one broad arm draped across your heaving chest.

“Well, Princess,” he asked after you had both caught your breath, “Did you enjoy that?”

“I didn’t know I could feel that good.” Another of his low chuckles. Good lord, his dimples. Now there’s a sight I wouldn’t mind waking up to.

“Aye, as it should be. Get some rest,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple before rising to pull his trousers back on. “I ought to head back to my post. And, Princess,” He added before he turned to leave, “if you can handle me… you'll be ready for Rollins.” The mention of your husband-to-be barely registered. You only cared about the fact that Drew was about to leave. You wanted to protest, make him stay here with you, fall asleep nestled against his broad chest with a pair of strong arms wrapped tight around you… But you knew how it would look. You’d been improper enough tonight. Right now, sleep was calling.You sighed and fell back against the silk pillows, body still thrumming with the aftershock of your orgasm, tiny shivers running through your veins. Drew cast one last look at you as he turned to exit the room, watching you lazily drift into velvet sleep. He didn’t say anything. But his eyes, usually so stormy, were calm water on a cloudy day. He smiled, showing a hint of his dimples. Then he closed the door.

You slept like a babe that night after all.

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wetalkinboutbooks · 5 years

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Girls of Paper and Fire by Natasha Ngan

Summary: Each year, eight beautiful girls are chosen as Paper Girls to serve the king. It's the highest honour they could hope for...and the most demeaning. This year, there's a ninth. And instead of paper, she's made of fire.

In this richly developed fantasy, Lei is a member of the Paper caste, the lowest and most persecuted class of people in Ikhara. She lives in a remote village with her father, where the decade-old trauma of watching her mother snatched by royal guards for an unknown fate still haunts her. Now, the guards are back and this time it's Lei they're after -- the girl with the golden eyes whose rumoured beauty has piqued the king's interest.

Over weeks of training in the opulent but oppressive palace, Lei and eight other girls learns the skills and charm that befit a king's consort. There, she does the unthinkable -- she falls in love. Her forbidden romance becomes enmeshed with an explosive plot that threatens her world's entire way of life. Lei, still the wide-eyed country girl at heart, must decide how far she's willing to go for justice and revenge. (Taken from Goodreads).

Our Ratings:

→ Geena: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

→ Kae: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Overall: We really enjoyed this book!! It was well-written, had both engaging characters and an interesting plot. The world building is well done, the plot twists are WILD, and the romance is wholesome. TW: Assault, but Natasha handles that well. The spoiler-full discussion is below the cut.

The Good:

Lei and Wren

Kae: Okay. So we have Lei, the main character with these ~wonderful~ golden eyes. She is taken from her home on account of her golden eyes and delivered to the King as a gift. This all happens because a guard wants to get back on the Kings good side. Now, our girl is a concubine

Geena: We also meet Wren and we know almost nothing about her other than she’s hot (according to Lei) and cold. In addition, a group of other concubines, one of which... Blue... has it out for Lei.

Kae: Wren! I liked Wren from the start. She captured my attention the way she captured Lei’s. She’s always watching. Always calculating. Always alert. We soon learn that Wren’s cold demeanor is just a facade and she’s secretly a bad bitch.

Geena: I agree, I also liked that Wren was written aloof, but not like an asshole like Blue was shown to be. Both Blue and Wren were from powerful families, but Wren knew how to act. Also! The development we see from Lei seeing Wren and just thinking she’s hot like every other girl and slowly falling for her was *chefs kiss*.

Kae: Watching Lei slowly fall in love with Wren was so nice to see. In a lot of YA books, the character meets the love interest in one chapter, then they’re declaring their love two chapters later. So it was refreshing to see them fall for each other the way they did. I liked how the audience knew Lei liked Wren, but LEI DIDN’T KNOW SHE LIKED WREN. Silly girl! Wren also takes her time with Lei and allows Lei to take the lead most of the time. They’re going at Lei’s speed and whenever she isn’t ready for something, Wren backs off like the suave lady she is.

Geena: Oh my god, you’re so right, I didn’t even notice. Wren is probably the most respectable love interests I’ve seen written in a long time, she didn’t force Lei into doing anything she didn’t want to. And like Kae said, it wasn’t INSTA-LOVE, also I don’t know if I’d classify this as YA? More like New Adult, since it does deal with mature subjects like assault. Also god, every time Lei was like “Wren looked ravishing, and it made me feel a type of way… I wonder why…” I wanted to throw my book, she was clearly infatuated but refused to acknowledge her feelings.

Kae: “NA.” That should be a genre. New Adult. That’d work really well. YA shouldn’t even be “YA”. It should be like, not “YA”. ANYWAY. UNRELATED. Yes. Lei had a BIG OL CRUSH. Like, GIRL. YOU LIKE HER. MAKE A MOOOVE. And then… Wren made the move. UGH POETIC CINEMA. Or... Poetic literature.

Geena: Overall, Natasha wrote a really sweet wlw pairing, and it was refreshing to read… Especially the fact that it was well written AND the main pairing, and not just a jab at “diversity” a lot of books tend to do. 10/10 Romance.

Worldbuilding

Geena: Time to dive into that furry shit. First off, the author takes inspiration from her Malaysian roots, which is cool and all but GODDAMN there was some furry shit going on. She did explain the class separations and overall history really well, right?

Kae: I 100% agree with you on the furry shit and how well everything is explained and written. So basically, we have the Moon Caste (the full on furries/demons) which are the ruling/upper caste. The Steele caste (humans who have partial animal/demons qualities) aka the middle class. Then last but not least (well, absolutely the least in their case), the paper caste who are humans with no special qualities. Except Lei, who has literal golden eyes.

Geena: Natasha did a really good job on simplifying the differences between the castes and the history that led to their current states. BUT I wasn’t sure of how her magic system worked? Like can only furries be shaman, how do people become shamans? Are they born with it, or is it Maybelline. ANOTHER THING, it was kind of hard to visualize the demons she described, only because my lizard brain always thought of the animals from Kung Fu Panda. Though one thing that threw me for a loop was the fact that Natasha chose to have a Bull-Form demon as the king, because 99% of the time Lions are used to represent rulers (It was cool ngl). What wasn’t cool was when Lei called the king handsome.

Kae: GEENA I CACKLED. But yes! Kind of freaked me out that she thought he was a cutie. Also was super interesting to not have the king be a lion. But I guess she was going for something different? It definitely works! Natasha also elaborated on the uh- *ahem* way that they’re all built the same when it comes to certain parts which made me think and I didn’t like my thoughts! First thought: HOW? Second thought: OUCH! Third thought: Size LMAO! But give it up to Natasha for explaining that in the simplest way possible without making me have any more than those three thoughts. Either way, moving on, did we explain that Wren, Lei, and these other girls are his concubines? I think we missed that. Surprise…? The Bull King also goes on to explain how he doesn’t have his own name. I also got a hint of him being a little… off. Off as in kind of crazy. Eh?

Geena: RIGHT I FORGOT that by the end the so-called ‘handsome’ Bull King goes batshit crazy, and I’m wondering if this was the product of the Sickness (which isn’t really discussed) or him being mad that he’s shooting dust and has no kids. Also, thank you for Natasha for constantly reminding us that he was jacked. BUT ANYWAYS.

The Bad:

Characters that DIED for NOTHING

Geena: Kenzo and Zelle were two different characters that provided both Wren and Lei with support as they all conspired to be free from the King. Kenzo (Wolf demon) being the King’s advisor and Wren’s training partner, and Zelle lowkey Lei’s confidant (who was also a prostitute). BOTH were passionate and the part of the same cause: Get rid of the King and liberate themselves. But then THEY DIE… FOR WHAT? For that BITCH to still be ALIVE?

Kae: Kenzo and Zelle. Both very likeable characters and both a little sketchy at the start. Just a little. But yes, as Geena stated, they totes died for nothing and it was such a huge let down to see them fall. Especially Kenzo (at least for me), because I thought he had a chance. In the end, he didn’t make it. You know who SHOULD’VE got murked in the end? Blue’s little annoying ass.

Geena: I LOVED KENZO. I have this bad habit of getting attached to side characters the inevitably don’t play a big role. It would’ve been cool to see his motivations behind getting rid of the King. Zelle, who was paper caste, had made her motivations clear. But Kenzo? Also, Lei and Wren essentially lost, as Natasha described it, a ‘brotherly’ figure. FOR WHA?. 0/10 character deaths that made sense. Blue should’ve eaten shit for ratting out Lei/Wren.

Kae: EAT SHIT BLUE.

The Ugly:

The Demon King

Kae: Alrighty. The Demon King aka little BITCH. The Demon King presents himself as somewhat of a decent bull-man at first. He is described as handsome and like Geena said earlier, freakin’ ripped. Suspicion of him not being too good of a dude came to me after he had finished with one of the girls. She came back bruised and beaten and shooketh. Didn’t like that. I assume these girls are a lot smaller than him so I expected him to be… gentler? At least considerate. But, that was just a glimpse. When Lei is finally summoned, she decides that she absolutely does NOT want the Bull-King D and fights the guy off of her. He doesn’t like that… at all. He’s up in arms and ready to fight because he has been denied something he wants. Lei is sent to what’s basically solitary confinement for a week with no food. But she does get a special visitor who brings her food and potential cuddles. The King doesn’t summon Lei for quite some time after that and when he finally does, he takes what he was denied from the start. The scene, thank goodness, is not described. But the after-thats what sucks. Lei is beaten and battered and bruised and has to be carried to her rooms. It’s horrible and I couldn’t imagine how that must’ve been. Especially since he’s a literal animal humanoid. Blegh.

Geena: KAE SUMMED IT UP SO WELL. The king, who has no name and honestly he doesn’t deserve one, is the embodiment of an entitled piece of shit that deserves to be made into ROCKY MOUNTAIN OYSTERS. The scenes that we get a glimpse of including him and the girls is scarring, he does NOT know the meaning of consent and it’s obvious the way he wrecks Lei that he doesn’t care. That made me unbelievably uncomfortable and like you said, I’m so glad that we weren’t subjected to a description of that. In addition, the King was also manipulative as fuck? The way he made Aoki (another concubine, and Lei’s friend) fall in love with him *cough* Stockholm syndrome *cough*. We hate his guts, and he should’ve choked on his blood but :/ I guess the fact that we hate him with such a passion is a good indication that he’s a well-written villain. How the hell he only have like 4 scenes but those 4 scenes just emitted the WORST VIBES. The moment lei said he was handsome and jacked I knew this bitch was going to fuck shit up (a handsome bull demon…. Like really,,, if we’re leaning into that furry shit the only handsome demons are tiger and wolf demons).

Conclusion

Kae: ALRIGHTY Y’ALL. So this concludes our thoughts of Girls of Paper and Fire. I give it a 9/10. I really enjoyed it and it was a good read. The story was very well written as were the characters. I hope we get to see a little more of the magic of this world in the next book. I look forward to what more Natasha has to tell.

Geena: I’d give it an 8.5/10, the 0.5 less comes from the fact that the bitchass king survived at the end. Personally, he could’ve died and there could’ve still been another book BUT I DIGRESS. AND I AGREE, it’s a well-written story with likeable characters, and I’m curious to see how Natasha tackles the mystery behind Lei’s golden eyes in the upcoming books.

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starker-says-yes · 4 years

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Anthony

Peter was heartbroken when Tony rejected him, he really was. It wasn’t a dead on “I don’t like you in that way” or anything like that, but they, somehow, had got on to the topic of dating someone younger than you and Tony said he just couldn’t see himself doing that anymore. He said he would feel like a cradle- robber. Peter wouldn’t want to make Tony feel bad in anyway, so he took it as rejection.

He thought that was the end, he couldn’t and he wouldn’t love anymore. No matter how much Ned and MJ tried to comfort him with those words, he knew they would never be true.

And everything was so much worse than it had to be because Peter lived in the tower with the Avengers, and Tony. He had to see the man’s face almost everyday. Peter had sulked and sulked till he finally made himself realize that this was rejection not a breakup, he really shouldn’t cry that long.

The mouths pass and it was summer. Peter finally got a break from college and could focus on hero work. That’s when he meet him, Anthony. Sam’s sister had wanted her son to get out more and start looking for a good job, so she sent him to live with Sam. Which also meant the other Avengers, which meant with Peter.

To be honest Peter didn’t pay him any mind. Though he was tall and he was related to Sam, so he was obviously good looking, Peter didn’t want anyone that wasn’t Tony Stark.

But things slowly started to change when he first saw Anthony in action. Anthony was a mutant, which Peter thought was the coolest thing in the world to be born with abilities, he had enhanced physical strength and senses.

Which Anthony hated and said he wished he had something cooler. Peter completely disagreed, he had to get bit by a spider just for that to happen, he loved it.

Anthony was stronger then most everyone in the tower, except maybe Thor, and Peter had a theory that it had to do with the fact that he was born with it. Peter could go on and on about the ideas he had about Anthony’s abilities, and he had before.

Peter thinks that was the first thing that attracted him to Anthony.

They were in the train hall, you guessed it, training. When Anthony came he immediately when to Steve and asked for a sparing match. Which Peter thought was crazy, because he assumed that Anthony was like Sam, normal.

“You sure about that?” Peter asked giving him a unsure smile. “Why wouldn’t I be?” Anthony’s shirt came off and onto a chair nearby.

Peter looked down and coughed. “Well, you’re, um,” what was a nice way to say you’re human and can easily be broken. “You and Sam, have certain things holding you back from, ya know- Cap might- people can be fragile and-“

“You worried I might get hurt?” Anthony asked inquisitively.

“I’ve seen the bruises that Sam gets sometimes when he spars with Steve.”

“Hm. I think I’ll be able to handle it.” He winked before getting on the mat with Steve in a fighting position.

“Oh shit, you betta represent, Ant.” Sam yelled out, standing outside of the mat, everyone seemed to want to watch to so they did the same thing.

“I put my money on cap.” Clint spoke arms crossed.

“I don’t know about that one.” Sam smirked.

“It’s the obvious choice.”

“I disagree. A good choice, but not the obvious one.” Nat shoves Clint from behind. “Watch.”

“Ready?” Clint was now near the bell ready to ring it. “Go.” They both speedily ran at each other and the fight began.

Peter noticed that Steve wasn’t pulling his punches and grimmest when one landed on Anthony’s face. But Anthony brushed it off like it was nothing and knocked Steve on his back.

Anthony went to punch back, but Steve rolled out of the way before his fist could make contact with Steve so instead it hit the floor, and broke it. “Shit.” Clint mumble next to him. “What is your sister feeding that kid?” The question was directed at Sam, but Clint didn’t take his eyes off the fight not wanting to miss it.

The fight was way longer than Peter it would be and only because Steve’s skills and training beat out brute force. Peter immediately walked up to Anthony who was wiping sweat off of his body.

“How?”

“How, what? Need you to be more specific.” It was said genuinely, but the sly smile Anthony was wearing gave away that he knew what Peter was talking about. “How are you so strong? Like were you also hit with some super serum?”

Anthony just laughed and shook his head. “Sorry to deprive you from a tragic backstory, but I’m just a mutant.”

“What’s that?” Peter asked completely clueless.

“You’ve- It’s a person who was born with an X-gene, and the X-gene gives them abilities to do crazy stuff. You’ve seriously never heard of mutants?”

Peter looked down feeling ashamed some how. “No, I wonder why?” (Marvel, Disney, idc who, y’all know y’all wrong. You’ve had two chances, as-)

“You should see my sister, she’s like a witch with plants.” Anthony smiles fondly.

Eventually Peter asked about Anthony and his family and Anthony did the same. Peter didn’t plan to start liking Anthony, obviously, but it happened and Peter didn’t mind.

So now here they were in the kitchen. Anthony trying to teach the boy to cook because it seemed like Peter couldn’t cook for the life of him.

“I’m telling you it hopeless and genetic. My aunt can’t cook and neither can I. You’re just gonna have to take care of me forever.” Peter sighed exasperated. Anthony smiled one of those fond smiles that he saves for his family and now Peter. “Doesn’t sounds like such a bad thing to me.”

Anthony easily lifted Peter up and sat him on the kitchen counter, placing himself between Peter’s thighs. “You can’t teach me how to cook like this.”

“Now why would I need to cook,” Anthony grabbed Peter’s ass and pulled him closer. “When I’ve already got a whole meal right in front of me?” Peter snorted, ducking his head and laughing. “Sometimes I forget the magnitude of your dorky-ness.”

“You love it.”

“Mmm. Maybe a little.” Peter started to peak his lips before Anthony grabbed his jaw making him keep contact with the taller’s lip. It was slow and sensual. There was no rush but Peter could feel the passion behind it.

Anthony’s head went lower licking Peter’s neck before biting down and then sucking at it harshly. Peter gripped the other’s shirt and couldn’t help the gasp that escaped his lips. “Ahh.” The response only made Anthony work harder, pushing them closer till their dicks were rubbing together slightly.

“Anthony.” Peter whispered, trying to keep quiet. Anthony moved back to kiss Peter, rubbing harder till all the shorter could do was gasp into the kiss. “Fuck, Ant.”

“Yeah?” The dry humping didn’t stop, but slowed down. Peter looked up, eyes stopping right at Anthony’s neck and Peter leaned forward sucking on it immediately. “Shit, baby.” Anthony’s gravely voice made it to Peter’s ears making him smile before sucking harder.

“Wooow,” A voice spoke up making them jump apart. “In the kitchen, you know we eat here right.” Clint deadpanned. Not long after him the other Avengers, all except Tony Peter noticed, came in with their own knowing smiles on their faces.

“This I expected from Anthony consider who he’s related to, but you Peter,” Clint continued shaking his head in fake disappointment. “I hoped for so much more.”

“Go on, Clint.” Natasha spoke up pushing her friend forward. She winked towards the two before turning back to her usual mask. Peter smiled before going back to the stove. “We were cooking.”

“Mmhm.” Sam commented. “I blame Peter.” Anthony said immediately after. “Rat.” Peter said punching his shoulder and smiling.

“Whose cooking?” Tony came in curiously. Peter immediately straightened up letting his smile get slightly bigger.

Anthony noticed. Anthony noticed it happened a lot. Peter would look at Tony like he hung the stars and the moon up. Anthony wasn’t mad at Peter because of it, he just didn’t know how long he could keep on hurting himself, or letting Peter hurt his self.

“We’re cooking, me and, uh, Anthony.” Peter wanted to smack himself, how do you forget your own boyfriend’s name. Luckily no one seemed to notice. “I could’ve just ordered in.” Tony sat down next to Bruce on the couch.

“Yeah, but Peter wanted to learn how to cook.” Anthony wrapped his arm around Peter’s waist only for Peter to quickly move out of his embrace and “busy” himself with cooking. Anthony sighed silently before looking down at the notifications on his phone.

“Baby, I gotta go.”

“What, why? How I’m I supposed to cook?”

“Uncle Sam can help you.” Anthony grabbed his wallet putting it in his pocket before turning to give Peter a peck on the lips. Peter turned his face so Anthony’s kiss would land on his cheek, which would have been okay if Peter’s eyes hadn’t been on someone else. This time Anthony and Sam noticed.

Anthony just shook his head before walking to the elevator.

“Ant.” Sam tried to catch him, but Anthony just waved him off. “Bye Unc.”

It wasn’t the first time Peter had acted differently when Tony was in the room and it wouldn’t be the last. It was worse in the beginning of the relationship, Peter wouldn’t even let Anthony touch him if Peter so much as thought Tony was on the same floor. Things had gotten better, but only slightly. Anthony knew he would never have Peter’s full affections.

It was a few days later when Anthony decided to talk to Peter. They were laying down in bed when Anthony started talking. “I love you, Peter.” Peter sat up shocked, before turning to Anthony. “I-“

“No, I’m not done.” Peter looked confused, but sat quietly. “I know you’ll never fully love me the way I want you to and I understand that, so don’t say you love me, cause it wouldn’t be the same, not the way you love Tony.”

“Ant I don’t-“

“Peter.” Anthony just looked at him and Peter’s eyes got glassy. “You do, you need to stop lying to yourself and hurting yourself.”

“I . . . can’t be with him he- he doesn’t want me-“ Peter looked down at his hands.

“Have you actually talked to him about it? Have you had a conversation with him telling him how you feel?” Peter opened his mouth to speak before closing it again. He shook his head.

“See Peter, you need-“

“No. No, I don’t want to love him anymore.” Peter got up to walk away but Anthony caught his arm. “Pete-“

“Stop. Stop it Anthony.” Peter shook his head in denial, tears silently falling down his cheeks. “I could learn to love you. I could. You’re a good man, you’re so good to me-“

“But would you be happy?” Peter looked up from his feet staring at Anthony’s figure sitting on the bed. Peter just looked at him for the longest time trying to figure out all the jumbled thoughts in his mind. He looked at Anthony and bit his lip. “I’m scared.” Peter whispered in realization.

Anthony grabbed on of Peter’s hands pulling him closer till he was standing right in front of him.

“It’s okay to be scared Pete. It’s completely understandable to scared, but you can’t let it control whether or not you get to be happy. Really happy,” Anthony stood up wrapping his arms around Peter’s shoulders and burying his nose in the shorter’s hair.

Peter snaked his arms around Anthony’s waist, pressing his ear to the man’s chest listening to his calming heartbeat.

They stood in silence the only noise being their breathing till Anthony pulled back to kiss Peter’s forehead. “Talk to him, Peter.” The smaller nodded making the promise in his head. “Can we go to sleep?”

Anthony smiled fondly, a smile that Peter would miss, before pulling them down to the bed for the night.

Peter wishes he could say he cried for longer than a couple of days, but he couldn’t. He did like Anthony, a lot really, but it was more that Peter knew he had to face the truth because Anthony wasn’t there as a distraction anymore.

Anthony was back home, in New Orleans, doing a project with one of his friends, Remy, Peter thinks his name was. Peter was still at the tower with a week left before he had to go back to school.

It seemed like no matter what he did Peter just couldn’t get the courage he needed to tell Tony what he promised Anthony he would tell him and it made Peter feel bad.

He was in the kitchen late at night, he was thirsty and feeling dehydrated. He grabbed the first thing he saw and downed the whole thing. It tasted sweet like one of those flavored waters. He would have to make sure to get some more of that. It was a few seconds later when he decided that he was also peckish.

He noticed that the world was wobbly and needed to stop moving.

“Pete?” Peter hears Tony’s voice but didn’t look at him. After all it was Tony’s fault for being so damn hot and Peter being attracted to him.

“Hmp.” Was the only answer Tony got. Tony looked at Peter questionably noticing that he was swaying back and forth, before looking around and seeing the Thor’s Asgardian liquor and had been cleaned out.

“Peter, are you drunk?” Peter squinted down at him sandwich before shaking his head a little to much. “Impossible. My metabolism is fast, believe me I’ve tried.”

“Hmhm, and what are you doing?”

“I’m eating a sandwich.” Peter said matter of factly, while his mouth was slightly full.

“Pete,” Tony paused for a moment stiffly a chuckle. “That’s just bread.”

Peter frowned before looking down to see that Tony was in fact right. “Well that’s how I like my sandwiches, thank you very much.”

“Okay well let’s get you to bed.” Tony gently tried to coast Peter thinking that younger man would try to fight him, only for Peter to sag into him pout still placed on his lip.

“I don’t wanna go to sleep. I’m not sleepy.”

“I know baby, but how we just try.” Even drunk Peter heard Tony call him the pet name and pulled away from him.

“You can’t call me that.” Peter whinnied make Tony furrow his brow in confusion.

“Call you what sweetie.”

Peter pointed at him accusingly. “Stuff like that!” Tony caught himself. He went to explain only for Peter to keep talking. “Not when you don’t like me like I like you, it’s unfair. God, Mr. Tark are you tryna ruin me.”

In any other situation Tony would have laughed at the combination of his name, but he heard Peter just say he liked him and he wanted to make sure he heard right.

“Pete, did you just say you liked me?” Peter looked at Tony like he had just said just said water was wet.

“Well, duh. Honestly Tony for a very intellectual man you can be slow sometimes. You remember that time I asked you about dating someone younger and you were all like ‘I don’t wanna date someone that younger than me, I’d be cradle robber. Blah blah blah’.”

Peter imitated Tony towards the end in a deeper voice.

“But I’m not a kid and who gives a flying fuck what anyone else thinks. Last time I checked I’m 23, which is a couple of years over the age of consent and makes me a grown ass person. And if you don’t believe me I can get on my knees right now and prove just how much of an adu-“

Before Peter could finish his sentence Tony had grabbed the back of his neck and pushed their lips together. The kiss was short and sweet but the meaning behind not was clear.

“That’s not what I meant. My days of clubbing and picking up young things are over. I’m not looking for a young fuck, that’s what I might. Children that aren’t done growing up and still wanna party isn’t for me anymore.”

“That’s not what I am Tony, it take a lot of work to be a hero and a college student. I don’t have time for that stuff. And if I get in a relationship I want it last, and with you Tony I want it to last forever.”

The next kiss was deeper and Peter was prepared. Peter could die in this moment, everything felt so right, Tony’s lips against his, Tony’s hands tightening on his waist and pulling him closer. The pressure of the man’s body against his was perfect and Peter didn’t want to stop. But for some reason Tony did and Peter couldn’t help the low whine that came out of the back of his throat.

“Baby, baby, listen.” Peter opened his eye finding deep hazel ones starring back. “We need to talk about this, tomorrow probably, but for now you need to sleep.”

“Okay, okay. Kiss first though.” Peter closed his eyes and puckered his lips making Tony chuckle. He pecked Peter before turning him around to the hallway. “Party pooper.” Peter mumbled.

“I know, now stop dragging your feet.” Tony said before pinching Peter’s side making him giggle.

“You wanna know something?”

“Mm.”

“Guys with the name Anthony are great kissers.” Peter laughed before skipping down the hall leaving a dumbfounded Tony.

I am so sorry. Honestly I was so off kilter and didn’t get to this story like I should have. It honestly should not have taken me this long to get this out and again I’m sorry for that, but I do hope you enjoyed and I’ve already started a new, which hopefully won’t take me as long.

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Black Angels

Statues can be creepy as it is, with their never changing visages, eyes that seem to stare off right through us, and often towering above us. Even without any sort of haunted lore or tales of paranormal activity they can manage to creep us out, but add these elements and they truly catapult into the land of the eerie. Within the state of Iowa lie two such statues that are molded into the likenesses of angels, albeit taking on the color of black rather than white, and orbited by persistent legends and stories of the supernatural, ghosts, and curses.

Perhaps the most well know “black angel” stands menacingly overlooking the Oakland Cemetery of Iowa, in the United States, and it has gone on to become absolutely permeated with spooky lore and legend in the region. It is an imposing presence, towering 8 and a half feet over the ground, and although it is black now it wasn’t always so, which is actually a part of its unusual lore. The statue itself was bronze when it was first brought to the cemetery in 1912, as a burial monument for the wealthy Feldevert family. It was designed by an artist in Chicago by the name of Mario Korbel, who was commissioned by Teresa Dolezal Feldevert in order to eternally watch over her family’s gravesite, where her husband was buried and where her own son, Eddie, was also interred after having died of meningitis in 1891.

The statue was installed in 1912, and was already notable for its rather disturbing stance, its sad face cowled and turned down, mostly hidden from view, and wings not gloriously uplifted as those of most cemetery angels were, giving it a rather somber and creepy ambiance. Shortly after this arrival, Eddies body was moved to sit right alongside the statue, while at the same time the ashes of Teresa’s husband were placed right beneath it. Teresa’s own ashes were interred there as well when she died of cancer in 1924, and it was from around this point that the rather ominous looking statue began to accrue is sinister reputation. It was noticed that right after Teresa’s ashes were placed here the statue seemed to very rapidly turn from a shiny bronze to an unsettling greenish black color, which was probably the result of oxidation of the metal but which was rapid and alarming enough that it helped launch the statue into scary local lore, with the change said to be caused by paranormal forces from beyond our understanding, and legends began to spring up to explain it.

One of the most popular of these legends is that Teresa was far from an angel herself, that behind closed doors she was a wicked and sinful woman, even a practitioner of black magic, with some even whispering that she had in fact murdered her son, and that this malevolent energy surrounding her had transferred to the statue upon her death to taint it and cause it to turn is oppressive black, a permanent testament to her evil past. In one version of the tale the statue turned black suddenly one evening after a thunderstorm and lightning strike, and this has all also led to the idea that the intimidating statue is actually cursed, with a few versions of how this malicious paranormal power manifests. In one story any girl who is kissed at the angel’s feet during a full moon will die within 6 months, in another touching the angel on Halloween night will lead to death in 7 years, actually kissing it will cause instantaneous death from heart failure, and a pregnant woman who walks under its wings is said to lose her child.

The Black Angel of Oakland Cemetery has gone on to become a permanent fixture of local legend, gathering about itself a persistent reputation as a haunted place, with apparitions and odd phenomena roving about it, and it is indeed a popular destination for paranormal investigators, who have managed to capture odd photographs and EVP phenomena in the vicinity. One famous investigation of the Black Angel was carried out by the SyFy channel TV show Haunted Highway, during which time no one dared touch it, although they did allegedly manage to produce evidence in the form of sudden inexplicable temperature fluctuations within the statue. The menacing statue has unfortunately also become a magnet for macabre curiosity seekers and thrill seekers, many of which have vandalized the statue over the years, although no word on whether the curse got them for that. Is this all urban legend or is there any reality to it at all? The cemetery is open to the public all year round, so go check it out yourself and make up your own mind, just go right on past the wrought iron gate, through the twisted trees, and face the sorrowful visage of the Black Angel, staring right back and silently daring you to touch it.

At another cemetery, also in Iowa, is yet another black angel surrounded by dark history and myth. Here we come to a place called Fairview Cemetery, at Council Bluffs, in Iowa City. The cemetery itself is one of the oldest in the state, born as an Indian burial ground before being used by Mormon settlers of the region. In 1919 the wife of a Civil War Veteran and railway engineer named General Grenville M. Doge was buried here, a woman by the name of Ruth Anne Browne, and the angel was erected to serve as a guardian of her grave. The statue was crafted by a Daniel Chester French, who also happens to have been the same man who would go on to create the Lincoln Memorial Statue in Washington DC, and it was apparently formed in the likeness of an angel who had appeared in the dead woman’s dreams and premonitions before her death. According to Ruth’s daughter, these were extremely vivid visions, with her saying:

We realized this was no dream, no ordinary occurrence, but an apparition such as appeared to those saints of olden times, who were spiritual seers, holy enough to penetrate the fleshly veil and view spiritual things hidden from the worldly minded.

Ruth had described to her family of seeing an angel in white atop a boat covered with flowers that sprang from a thick mist at a rocky shore, and who carried some sort of shallow urn under her arm filled with water that “glittered and sparkled like millions of diamonds.” This vision would come to her a total of three times, each time with the angel offering the water to drink and being refused until the last time, with Ruth’s death occurring just days after she finally drank of it in her final dream, although she had claimed that the water had given in fact her immortality. As such, the statue in question depicts a beautiful maiden with an urn of water that perpetually pours water into a fountain below it.

While the statue looks serene and calm, it has still managed to draw to it all manner of tales of strange phenomena surrounding it. One is that locals claimed that it will actually move and even fly about at night before returning to its perch in the morning, and it is said to often visit new graves to stand over them in solemn silence, whether in belevolence or not know one knows. More sinister tales say that the statue are rather malevolent, such as causing children to disappear, shooting fire from her mouth, and her gaze said to bring death and misfortune if you are to look into her eyes for too long or touch her beckoning outstretched hand. Of course it too has taken on a rather dark color that makes it appear more threatening and has surely helped fuel the stories, with folklore professor Todd Richardson, from the University of Nebraska, saying of this:

In the case of the Black Angel, it sounds creepy and it looks creepy. It would make more sense to have a nice marble angel representing the flight to heaven, whereas the black angel represents something more ominous.

Over the years the statue has undergone several renovations to fix its flowing fountain and to repair damage caused by vandals, and in 1980 it was added to the National Register of Historic Places. Yet it still manages to generate tales of the paranormal and of nefarious curses. Is there some mysterious force surrounding this statue, and if so is it malicious in nature and why? Whatever the case may be, it has become a popular landmark in the area, and keeps its secrets close. And that seems to be the story with both of these enigmatic statues, standing there overseeing their domains of gravestones and the bodies of the dead, that it is hard to know where myth ends and any reality begins. With their unique appearances and the spooky quality of their locales, they are natural magnets for tales of the paranormal, food for ghost stories and campfire yarns, and as we try to figure them out they stand there inscrutable as always, silently surveying their land and perhaps bearing mystical forces we cannot comprehend.

#supernatural #black angels #paranormal #creepy

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