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[hanon-sexy-mayu]

#hanon mayu #はのんまゆ #inuwasi #hanon sexy mayu #sexy big eyes #sexy #cute #japanese beauty

[jsy]

#hanon mayu #hanon sexy mayu #sexy #cute #sexy japanese #sexy japanese girl #sexy big eyes

[arisu-97]

I´m still trying to learn to use the new tablet so i painted it most of the drawing with the mouse 🥺

My new mermaid Oc, Ondine💕🧜🏻🪸🦞🐚🐡🐠🐟🦈

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[alessiamalfoyzabini]

Dark Moon | Chapter Five

Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 2,7k

Warnings | +18, MC is attacked, insults, receives hatred and humiliation, angst, blood, Jimin takes care of her and also teases her, slight fingering, Jimin tastes her, MC does not understand her feelings, Hoseok grabs her by the neck

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | Hi guys, here's the fifth chapter of Dark Moon 💜Let me know what you think, I've only been writing yandere for a short time, but I love it and I hope you like what I write too 💕🥰

Taglist: @katherine-kookie, @dragons-flare, @m00njinnie, @seokjins-luigi, @pjmsneverland, @jimincrystal, @ajkwww, @ungodlyjoon, @hecateslittlewitchling, @namjoonsbuspass, @darkuni63, @xicanacorpse

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"Here she is, Jimin's new dog."

Y/N lifted her gaze to Ester, the woman watching her with disdain and a more than obvious expression of envy.

Other girls behind her giggled, as if to humor her, and Y/N preferred not to respond to that provocation.

After the terrible evening she had spent with that monster, she just didn't want to know about fighting with that chick as well, her face aching from the slaps she had received, as well as her head from the repeated tugging. Not to mention her throat, she was so ashamed to even admit it to herself.

"Aren't you going to answer? After an evening of getting fucked like a bitch in heat, I bet you don't lack appetite," Ester spat between her teeth, pointing to the small plate of cookies the young woman had indulged in, after a whole day spent in her room, between the covers. Terrified that he might return to finish the job.

"Leave her alone, Ester! It's certainly not her fault that you're no longer in Jimin's good graces.... ever if you were ever there, maybe you found yourself in that position because you were the only one who could stand it," Hanon interjected, Ester seemed hesitant to continue with her torture, from what Y/N understood, Hanon was Namjoon's favorite, and everyone knew the man had quite a bit of power within the Dark Moon, almost on par with Seokjin himself.

"Why do you get in the way? Have you become best friends yet?"

"You said I am Jimin's new dog.... does that imply that you were previously one too?"

Silence fell in the room, the women present stared in surprise at Y/N, then a growl ripped the air and the girl felt something hit her head, she screamed in shock at the sudden aggression and fell back, bumping into a tea table that caused her to hiss from a sharp pain in her side, then a weight not inconsiderable for one of her build came down on her.

Soon realizing that Ester was striking her in a frightful fury, the young woman dodged a few blows by covering her face with her hands, but she could not avoid Ester's well-manicured nails that dug into her cheek, leaving long scarlet streaks as a reminder.

"Ester, that's enough!!!" shouted Hanon, shocked by her colleague's fierce anger, grabbed her by the shoulders pulling her back, but she really only moved a little before she came back to strike at every point Y/N, who tiredly grabbed Ester's hair, pulling it to herself before punching her in the nose, the one with a stunned cry froze, falling to the side.

"What's your problem!" gasped Y/N in shock, touching her face with her heart struggling against her rib cage.

To her horror, she saw the fingers of her hand smeared with blood; all the women were watching her with their hands to their mouths, confused by that sequence of events far too fast to reason logically.

"My problem is you, you filthy little bitch! I don't know where the fuck you came from, but I'm going to make sure I bring you back, so it'll be just like before!" growled Ester with murderous eyes and a bloody nose, raising her arm once more so that she could strike the young woman, but a much larger and stronger hand clamped around her wrist, blocking that violent movement.

Jimin looked somberly at Ester, who fell silent in response, making herself tiny.

Then the boy cast a glance at Y/N, whitening slightly. The girl had ruffled hair and an obvious wound on her face, a trickle of blood flowed down from her forehead to join the disaster that stretched across her cheek, she was also holding her side with a pained expression, her arms were red, and bruises would surely appear soon. Ester, on the other hand, had only a streak of blood under her nose; it was obvious who had started it all, but the man wanted to hear it.

"I won't repeat myself twice, who started this?" his grip on her wrist intensified, Ester squeezed her eyes shut in pain but did not speak, nor did the others.

Y/N looked at Jimin and Ester with disdain, him because he was the cause of her pain, her because she was so obsessed with the man that she had gone so far as to beat her for no good reason.

But the boy did not seem angry with her; perhaps she could have used that situation to get that woman out of her way; he had a feeling that with Ester around she would not have an easy time of it.

It was Hanon who spoke up, trying not to put too much stock in the young woman, who by snitching would surely attract the displeasure of the other women as well. But that was how it worked there, newcomers were always the victims of bad jokes and nastiness.

"Ester didn't understand her place here, so she didn't take your decision well, Jimin."

Ester gritted her teeth, glowering at the older woman, who was not intimidated by her gaze.

Jimin nodded in her direction, casting another glance at Y/N.

"Take her to her room, let her stay there until I return," Hanon immediately took a step toward Y/N, but Jimin blocked her, "I wasn't referring to her."

Y/N winced as Jimin threw Ester to the floor, who let out an outraged cry before the boy stepped over her to reach Y/N.

"You're coming with me," he said harshly, before lifting her by the arm without hurting her to the profound amazement of the young woman, "You need to be medicated," he hissed under his breath to be heard only by her, the others watched that exchange increasingly dumbfounded, never had they seen Jimin so caring toward one of his girls. Nor had he been with Ester, who felt a painful twinge of jealousy sweep over her without her being able to do anything, not in Jimin's presence. She had to bow her head in the face of that defeat filled with humiliation.

"Can you walk?" asked Jimin coldly, Y/N nodded but he looked at her skeptically, she was limping as she continued to hold her side that had hit that tea table, the blow must have been quite severe and Jimin with an all too natural movement passed one arm under her legs and the other around her hips, lifting her up like a hapless little bride.

"I can very well walk by myself," she hissed with contracted lips, not only had she yet to recover from the pain he himself had caused her, now she was also feeling strange twinges in her head and face, she was losing blood and still did not know what had hit her head so brutally.

"Jesus, give it a rest!" blurted Jimin, lowering his gaze to her face, they found themselves inches apart, their breaths mingled and Jimin squinted his eyes at the faint scent of cherries and peony that the girl exuded, her expression seemed to him that of a frightened puppy trying to show herself strong in front of the hunter, "You need me, no one else will stand by you like I do," he continued, feeling a strange feeling of possession in his chest, she could only survive because of him.

"You think you scare me?" she huffed like a cat, but Jimin sneered as he entered through a door the girl had never seen before.

It soon turned out to be the infirmary of the Dark Moon, the beds arranged in a row in that space so white and clean it sent chills down her spine, it looked like a room out of a real horror movie.

The boy had her lay down with a strange delicacy on one of the beds, before walking away in search of products to disinfect the cuts.

"Do you feel pain anywhere?" he asked, Y/N licking her chapped lips from the long bites she had given herself the night before out of nervousness.

"I was beaten, of course I feel some."

"You're right" was the man's simple reply, which led the girl to wonder what he was up to, he seemed far too placid, she was sure that in another situation he would have slapped her for her boldness.

When Jimin reached her with everything she needed, the girl flinched, fearing a sharp reaction. But the boy remained firmly in place, scrutinizing her expressionlessly.

" You’re scared for so little, sweetheart," he sneered, earning a glare, "Now, let me see."

It took Jimin the next few minutes to realize that the extent of the damage was too great to settle for simple disinfectant and bandages, something heavy had been thrown at the girl's head, which continued to bleed, albeit more slowly. Moreover, the scratches on her cheek were deep, from whatever angle he looked at her he agreed that stitches were needed there, and he was not really the person for such a job.

For the moment he dabbed the medical substance with soft cotton, Y/N hissed occasionally squinting her eyes, escaping the boy's predatory gaze.

"Are you... Are you going to punish her?"

Jimin blocked his action, tilting his head slightly to observe her better, they were so close that he once again smelled her scent.

"Don't you want to?" he asked, but she turned away, "No ... that's not it. You want me to punish her," he chuckled.

He took her chin between two fingers, forcing her not to look away from his.

"Do you like this awareness?"

Y/N clenched her fingers, clinging to the sheets as if to escape a disgusting guilt, and her mind was asking her to lie, to evade it.

"Go ahead, tell me. What is it that causes you pleasure? The fact that he will suffer for beating you... or the idea of someone standing up for you?"

"No!" she exclaimed, knowing she was lying.

Jimin held her tighter to him, "Liar, you've lived a shitty life and I bet no one has ever bothered to make you feel protected," each word was a stiletto to her poor heart.

He was right, she wanted someone to protect her, she was tired of fighting the world alone, she just wanted to rest. She needed a hero to chase away the bad guys for her, but Jimin was no hero and he certainly would not be hers.

"Stop it, you don't know anything about me! You're just a madman who kidnapped me and took my sister away!" she exclaimed with tears in her eyes, hitting him in the chest with weak fists, the man towering over her with his weight, crushing her against the bed.

"You only have to look at you for a moment to realise that you're just a little slut quivering for a little attention, would you get wetter if I told you I'd be willing to kill her to avenge you?" an electric shock to her core was what made her miss a beat.

No, she could not get aroused by such evil. She was not like him, she was not-

She arched her back as Jimin's hand sank without warning into her intimacy, she hadn't noticed the silent movement under her skirt and gasped wordlessly as his fingers moved in and out of her soft slit.

"Mhm... Yes, you are such a slut all wet," giggled the boy.

She tightened her legs around that hand, felt the man's fingers curl up before snapping out with a strange wet sound, watched him lick her essence with the tip of his rosy tongue, before sucking in contentedly.

Jimin squinted his eyes as he swirled the taste of her on his tongue, his palate was in ecstasy at that forbidden sweetness, the thought of ripping off her panties and licking her until she screamed tickled his mind, but torture was his speciality.

As if he had done nothing naughty, he went back to applying patches to her face, all under the shocked eyes of the woman, who had not even moved to avoid that little sexual assault.

Which she still couldn't understand.

"Ester will get what she deserves, don't worry," he clarified, "But you will have to surrender in return."

"Surrender to what, to you?" huffed the young woman, shaking her head, "I am not yours, Jimin."

The man felt his cock stiffen and swell inside his boxers at the sound of his name, spoken in a low, persuasive tone.

He smiled like a feline at the hostile provocation, putting his lips to the young woman's, "You will beg to be mine".

He was about to kiss her, his intentions could be read clearly, he tilted his head to reach her better and Y/N imperceptibly moved her head further back, indecisive. Was she to fight and deny herself? Was she to give him at least that once as thanks for saving her from Ester's fury? But that would once again have been like selling herself as a prostitute.

Her doubts were not answered, the boy's soft, turgid lips never reached hers.

"Am I interrupting something?"

The look Jimin gave the man standing in the doorway must have been worth a thousand words, because Y/N saw him stretch his lips into a smirk.

"You know very well, Hoseok."

The girl frowned, then remembered. It was that red-haired man who had laid hands on her sister that night.

A blind rage pervaded her, with what courage was he showing up there after all he had done to a little girl?

She jerked off the bed with a force she never believed was hers, pushing Jimin away who was stunned at her reaction, wanting only one thing, to ruin Hoseok's beautiful face.

She almost succeeded, almost.

For even before the girl's hands could reach the man's perfect face, Hoseok did not find it difficult to peg her by the throat two feet off the ground.

The young woman struggled against that death grip, gasping for air and kicking at his abdomen to try to stop him, but Hoseok seemed to chuckle at her grit.

A firm grip imprisoned his wrist, Hoseok looked with a raised eyebrow at Jimin, who was watching him coldly.

"Leave her, hyung. I don't want to repeat myself."

"She attacked me out of the blue, I'm just teaching her to stay in her place," blurted his friend, tightening his fingers even more around that thin, soft neck.

Jimin inhaled through his nose, "She's hurt, she's not thinking straight. Look at her, she's still bleeding and needs stitches," he hissed, trying to calm himself. He didn't want to argue with Hoseok, he was a close friend and didn't want to go that far, as sensing his thoughts the man let go of his grip in a rush, causing Y/N to tumble to the ground, who took to coughing paonazzily in her face.

"Then call a doctor," he said adjusting his jacket, "But mind you, one more little joke like that and you won't be able to save her, I heard about the fight and was curious how she was doing, I didn't expect such a welcome."

"You raped my sister!" croaked in tears, Hoseok tilted his head.

Then he raised his eyebrows, as if he suddenly remembered.

"Ah, yes...that whiny girl who was with you, I didn't rape her, I just ascertained if she was a virgin, and she was lucky for her," he shrugged, "Surely she'll be better off than you," he sneered, casting a glance at his friend, "She ended up with a big shot, you on the other hand will be forced to take a lot of cocks."

Again that annoyance, Jimin did not know where that sense of oppression he felt in his stomach came from every time he imagined her with another man.

"You're a disgusting being," hissed Y/N at the address of Hoseok, who laughed openly.

"Well, I'll be off then... and who knows, maybe your next client will be me."

"Don't bother," was Jimin's dry reply, which surprised Hoseok and Y/N.

Hoseok sealed his lips, Jimin was very strange in the last few days, just since he had kidnapped that girl, he understood that it was better to cut it out, an angry Jimin was also a lethal Jimin.

He took a step back and with a nod to his friend got out of the way, collapsing the silence in the room.

Y/N felt her eyelids grow heavy, slumped to the floor and did not hear Jimin's half-expletive, which caught her before she could hit her head.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #jimin x reader #yandere jimin x reader #yandere bts #bts smut fanfiction #bts smut yandere #bts yandere smut #bts smut yandere fanfiction #jimin yandere #yandere jimin #jimin fanfic #bts smut #yandere bts x reader #jimin x you #yandere jimin x you #bts x you #bts ff #jimin fic

[aleejian]

No. The horror. The cheering over the death of human being💔😭 i can't fathom the fact that those goddamned zionists PURPOSELY AND FORCEFULLY blow the school to smokes and ruins..fuck.. they are cheering.. how can they be so fucking jolly out of commiting genocide?😭😭💔💔 Ya rabb💔💔

Source: 🇵🇸 Eye on Palestine (tele)

Caption: A video shows the Israeli occupation forces blowing up an UNRWA school in Beit Hanon, north of Gaza.

#palestine #gaza #free palestine #justice for palestine #west bank #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #permanent ceasefire #apartheid #palestinian genocide

[sacaeblade]

as the moon, so the sun

The Sword of Spirits had not been her birthright.

When her father had pressed a sword into her small hands for the first time, it had been a regular iron sword that you could buy anywhere. Whether her father had traded for it in Bulgar or bought it from a traveling merchant, she didn't know. All that mattered to her is that with a sword of her own, she could learn how to fight, how to defend her tribe. She did not need a special blade to do that.

Even after the loss of her tribe, she did not need a special blade to avenge them.

An iron sword and a trainee tactician by her side were all she had at the start of her journey. They were then joined by two knights looking not for Lyn, Hassar's daughter, but for Lyndis, Madelyn's daughter, to bring her back to Caelin as its heir. One lone traveler became two. Then two became four.

All four of them carried either iron weapons or none at all when they left Bulgar. Before leaving the land of her birth for the first time, Lyn directed her small band to a humble altar to pray for safe passage. For the first time in her life, she would leave the plains that had raised her to make the trek across the mountains to Lycia. She would pray for the spirits' protection on this journey so far away from the only home she had ever known.

The spirits had grander plans than a mere blessing, though.

"Ah. Hm… It’s the power of the spirits. Lyn, they have looked into your soul, and they call out to you.”

The priest at the temple said something strange when she placed her hand on the sword enshrined in the altar. She sought the spirits' blessing, but never did she think the legendary blade would respond to her in this way. She was not anyone special. She was the daughter of a massacred tribe and heir to a territory she had never even seen before.

A single iron sword was the only belonging she had to her name and it hadn't been enough to protect what she held dear.

“You are its rightful owner. You are to wield the Mani Katti. I never dared hope that I might meet the wielder of the Mani Katti in my life. I am indeed fortunate to see your sword reach your hands."

Perhaps the most famous blade in all of Sacae, behind only Hanon's bow in terms of notoriety, the Mani Katti felt as if the hilt had been crafted in the perfect mold of her hand. It felt like a limb she hadn't even realized she was missing until now, a comfortable weight that just felt right.

The iron sword her father had given her was a sword, but Mani Katti was her sword.

Even as their tiny group grew in size to fourteen people, Mani Katti remained at her side. A year later, when they split apart and then regrouped under a different banner, Mani Katti stayed by her side as faithfully as the moon in the night sky. Across the continent and to the ends of the Earth, the same sword hung at her waist.

When people spoke of her years down the line as one of the people who had traveled with Eliwood and Hector, they would describe her as a woman of Sacaean descent with hair and eyes as green as the grass of her homelands and the Sword of Spirits by her side. Even as the years passed and the exact details about that non-traditional lady became hazy in the annals of time, the image of a woman of the plains with a sword at her side would endure.

What many did not realize, though, was that she had another sword, equally as beloved as Mani Katti.

When the Dragon's Gate had opened, the Archsage himself had handed her a second sword: “A spirit-inhabited sword, the partner of the Mani Katti. This is the Sol Katti.”

If Mani Katti was the moon, then its sister sword was the sun. Gleaming and radiant, she could tell the raw power infused in its blade just touching its hilt and feeling its weight. It mattered not that it wasn't one of the legendary weapons like the Archsage had prepared for Eliwood and Hector, not when she had connected so deeply with Mani Katti in the first place.

She hadn't even known that Mani Katti had a partner, but perhaps in that moment she had finally understood why a blade of hidden heritage had called out to her. Two swords, so different and yet so alike, who could understand them better than Lyn?

But for all its power, Sol Katti was meant for killing dragons. In a world where the Dragon's Gate had been closed for good, there was no need for such a sword to exist. Once again, Sol Katti would fade out of the collective memory of those who were not there at that final battle, passed down only in mythos.

Those who did remember, however, knew that Lyn kept two swords by her side.

Weapon awakened: Mani Katti > Sol Katti

#⚔️ drabbles #flashing gif // #wc: 790 #//intsys is determined to rewrite history but /i/ see you sol katti. i respect you. i know you're lyn's prf and not mulagir #//not including the direct quotes as part of the wc lol #//this is all over the place but WHATEVER its DONE

[anyab]

A video shows the Israeli occupation forces blowing up an UNRWA school in Beit Hanon, north of Gaza.

فيديو يوثق تفجير قوات الاحتلال لمدرسة لوكالة “الأونروا” في بيت حانون شمال غزة .

Via Eye on palestine

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

opened my hanon this morning and was confronted with this note i wrote to myself probably a year before i switched my primary instrument to violin. (i was obsessed with cancellaresca at 15 for some reason don’t sue me)

i think i was struggling with rep i didn’t like around this time, starting not to enjoy piano, feeling resentful of myself because i thought i wasn’t Working Hard Enough, that i was wasting everything that my family had invested in me—the 3,400 is referencing the amount of money my parents had sunk into music for the eight years before this note existed, brought up against me in an argument over my lack of progress.

and now looking back, with a job that allows me to have financial control over my own music life, with a position in an ensemble—i really feel sorry for past em. i feel sorry that she didn’t realize then that the problem wasn’t her being inadequate for romantic piano—it just wasn’t her taste. she was always happier playing baroque and classical, always more content playing polyphony and bach and absolute music and mozart—and it didn’t make her less of a pianist, it was just taste!

(there’s also the fact that my right thumb is a centimeter shorter than my left, which is. a Problem when playing octaves. i probably would’ve injured myself without accommodation but that seems too much like an excuse tbf.)

it’s just funny because i was actually talking about this with my teacher yesterday, and she was telling me about how she was able to discern her own limitations early. switching my primary instrument and having a teacher who i knew first for being a pianist really gave me such a different perspective—and, importantly, the ability to be more forgiving to my past self. i wish i had listened to classical music more seriously as a young musician, learned that there are performers who prefer and work best in specific periods of music history. it would have been such a comfort to know that there are opera singers who make their careers off of singing mozart, or even (coughing, eyes watering) wagner…that there are whole ensembles devoted to playing the work of bach! maybe i wouldn’t have been as hard on myself for not picking up romantic works as easily.

so maybe i’ll just wad up that note and throw it away along with the toxic mindset it came from (though i regret just disposing that cute attempt at cancellaresca). im glad i grew from there.

#em jumped up busker

[the-lucia-bay-chronicle]

SALTWATER MELODIES CHAPTER 36

Mila looked back and forth at both of them, mouth flapping silently. “How?” she finally asked.

“We have no idea,” Viktor said. “Probably magic.”

“Magic is not real,” Chris sputtered.

“Sure looks real to me,” Yuri said.

After falling into a magical lagoon during a once-in-a-lifetime eclipse, music students Viktor, Mila, and Yuri find themselves transforming into merfolk whenever they touch water… and considering that they live on the coast, that’s probably going to cause some trouble. Things get even weirder when they discover strange powers that may have bigger effects on their daily lives than they could ever imagine.

Add to the mix a thalassophobic pianist, a marine biologist (possibly cryptozoologist) who might actually be completely insane, and a treasure-hunting Canadian… one thing’s for sure: their lives sure just got a whole lot more interesting.

Start from the beginning HERE / new chapter HERE

Chapter preview under the cut!

Tammy watched Yuri for a long moment, even after the Hanon guys distracted Yuri with another video game. She turned back to JJ, who was looking through his notes again. “Hey,” she said again. “What do you know about people turning into mermaids?”

JJ frowned and looked back up again. “Nothing,” he said after a moment. “It’s just not done.”

Tammy’s eyes widened.

“Tamara,” Mila said, in an almost-perfect imitation of Auntie Yulia’s tone. “Cut it out.”

“So… what if you had a mermaid on the land pretending to be a human–”

“Enough,” Sara said, smacking a hand on the table and making the nachos jump. “Tammy, leave him alone. He doesn't want to answer your questions.”

“I don’t mind,” JJ said, smiling indulgently at Tammy. “Mermaids have magic spells and enchantments, according to legends, that let them disguise themselves on land, give them legs–”

“JJ,” Mila said. “Don’t indulge her. She’s being ridiculous, she thought I was a werewolf last month.” She pulled her phone out and quickly tapped out a message to her aunt.

“Well,” JJ said, looking back at Tammy. “Like I said. Mermaids aren’t like werewolves. You’re either born a mermaid or you’re not. You can only tell the difference with water, supposedly.”

“Right,” Tammy said slowly.

In this chapter: Mila's cousin Tammy turns up the heat in the aftermath of the full moon.

#yuri on ice #saltwater melodies #fanfiction #alternate universe #urban fantasy #mermaids

[inquisimer]

HAPPY FRIDAY MER how about "This place is cursed.” “Is there a way out?” “I doubt it.” for Neria and her Lavellan pals?

HAPPY FRIDAY RO it's still Friday in my timezone shhhhh

uhhhh I bring you a Lavellan pal dungeon crawl, heavily inspired by Skyrim bc I've been on a kick recently! thank you for the excuse to write about these idiots lol

and thank you for inspiring the idea that mebbe Rosha and Ellana were more then friends my brain is cronchin on it

wc: 1888

for @dadrunkwriting

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Every step into the ruin took them deeper with the earth and the deeper they went within the earth, the greater the unease tingled across Neria’s back and down her spine. The quarters were too cramped for staff work, but her fingers tingled with spells in potentia, eyes darted to shadowed corners and around stone corners. Behind her, Rosha’s daggers reflected each torch, breaths huffing slightly even where her steps were soundless.

They, at least, were cautious, wary of traps or sleeping undead who might be woken with a step too heavy. Several paces in front, Mahanon forged ahead, barely bothering to stoop his head or hide the aim when he drew his bow on unsuspecting targets.

They pressed into the main chamber and Neria knelt, pressing her palm flush against the dirt floor. She sent a string of mana like a bolt into the ground, closing her eyes and tuning in to the song of the earth and stone around them. Her stomach dropped as the spell fell…and fell…and fell further still. Eventually it stagnated and Neria opened her eyes with a doubtful grimace.

“It’s far,” she warned. It wouldn’t matter; her opinion meant less than the dust beneath their feet to Mahanon. But if she could convince Rosha…

The redhead blew a rogue curl away from her forehead. “’Hanon…there would have been a sign by now. We would have seen a trace or something—“

“One more chamber,” he insisted. Determination and desperation lined his voice in equal measures and he pressed his lips together until they nearly vanished into his skin. He looked sideways at Rosha, whose lips were quirked doubtfully. “Please, lethallan. There are…few other leads nearby. I’ll make the time up to you.”

“You don’t have to do that,” she replied softly. One of her hands caught Neria’s arm and she squeezed, almost apologetic. “She is my love as well, isa’ma’lin.”

Mahanon nodded sharply, once, then continued on. He traced the edge of the chamber until he found the passage forward, a crack in the stone underneath a lantern that glowed with fire none of them had lit. They crept forward, Neria maintaining a small ball of candlelight to check their progress.

“Wait—“ she hissed, one hand reaching out to grasp Mahanon’s tunic on instinct. Her eyes had caught what he missed—there was a thin crack encircling a platform in the next room. They’d seen similar set-ups in other ruins; generally, one step on the stone was enough to raise it straight into the ceiling, crushing the unwary trespasser.

Mahanon didn’t acknowledge her aid. He shook free of her grip and adjusted his course to hug the wall and avoid the trap. Neria paused briefly to stash a handful of preserved herbs and a small potion in her pouch—this was the main reason she put up with these expeditions. As much as she agreed it was necessary to win Mahanon’s affection, there was more immediate gratification in returning such spoils to Souren.

Convincing Mahanon she deserved the place Deshanna and Rosha granted her was the long game. Especially as they encouraged her not to convince him—let him reach the understanding on his own. Maker, it made her head hurt.

Or Creators, or whatever. She had a headache either way.

Mahanon held up a hand, halting their progress. His ears twitched forward and Neria’s and Rosha’s did likewise. She could hear something like the thud of a pickaxe against stone—except more like a clang, and they knew there was no ore to be mined in this cave.

The sense of dread on Neria’s neck heightened even as the undead fell to Mahanon’s arrows. Creatures didn’t wake and bang ancient swords against stone without some kind of direction. There was something greater at play here and she couldn’t help feeling as though they were walking into a carefully laid trap.

The path slanted down to an open chamber. Several neatly chiseled pillars stood atop something like a cliff, under which a table sported a handful of herbs and two tomes. Neria scooped up the former and her companions fell on the latter.

“This is a journal—not her handwriting,” Mahanon’s voice dripped with regret and frustration, quick to assuage Rosha’s hopeful expression. They each leafed through their respective books, though neither surfaced looking particularly excited.

“Some kind of fable,” Rosha shrugged, handing the book off to Neria. If nothing else, it would fetch some coin on their next trading expedition.

“The writer tells of a lover—killed in the Fourth Blight,” said Mahanon. He tucked the journal into his own pack. “She wanted to raise him, but there’s only frustration in the pages. Likely we’ll find her corpse further on.”

“Further on?” Neria’s brow crumpled with doubt. Her pouch and backpack were already laden with spoils and the traps and foes they’d crossed set her teeth on edge. “Would it not be wiser to retreat?”

Mahanon fixed her with a look like steel; if he could spear her with his eyes alone she’d have a nasty wound. Still, she gritted her teeth and held her ground; it was a perfectly reasonable objection.

“I don’t know how you did it in the city,” he hissed, as if such civilization were the depths of the void, “but our clan looks after our own.”

“You don’t even know that Ellana came through here—“

“But she could have!” Mahanon stepped close enough that Neria could see the anger carving lines in his eyes and feel his hot breath against her face. A firm hand wrapped around her arm and tugged her back so her heels clicked against some rubble; Rosha’s other palm flattened against Mahanon’s chest and pushed him back.

“She’s right, ‘hanon.”

“Don’t you—of all people—you—“ He bit off his frustration with a muffled cry and his knuckles went white against his bow.

“I’m going ahead,” he insisted, pointedly not looking at either of them. “I will not dictate either of your paths.”

“Oh, for Mythal’s sake—“ muttered Rosha. She shot Neria an apologetic look; Neria only shrugged. She’d known the attempt was fruitless, but it was important to lay the groundwork for ‘I told you so’ early on.

They pressed even deeper. Neria felt the stone creep into narrower passages with each switchback, but she gritted her teeth and stayed on her guard. A handful of undead guardians fell to their blades and arrows and spells, but otherwise they progressed unimpeded, other than the ever increasing dread on Neria’s neck. Finally, they stood before a door, grand in size but simple in construction—it didn’t even appear to be locked, but they all sensed the precipice, because they paused before opening it.

One last objection hovered on Neria’s tongue, but she swallowed it down. There was little point, now. They’d explored half a dozen ruins like these and she knew enough to recognize the end of the line—the exit was closer than the entrance. At this point, it made sense only to go forward.

She brushed Mahanon’s hand from the handle, replacing it with her own touch and a lubrication spell that would, at the very least, make their chances of a sneaky entry more likely. The trio crouched and held their breath as Neria pushed the door inward.

The chamber was a monument to former glory; crumbling columns and walkways, altars with forgotten, molding sacrifices, a throne that played host to a mummified corpse. Behind it a figure paced—very much alive—and they all realized it at once, for their breath caught in a single gasp.

And it was just loud enough.

“I an Luah al-Katoa and I will not let you prevent—“ The figure turned toward the open door, her voice booming across the cavernous space. Neria drew an arcane bolt into being, but before she could release it an arrow whooshed past her ear, a deadly trajectory that caught Luah directly in the chest. She crumpled into a lifeless form and the remaining undead, half raised with her magic, withered away into ash.

“Ellana was never here,” said Mahanon bitterly, rising out of his crouch and stepping down into the chamber proper. “I was—so sure—I thought I could feel her. But it was just—this.”

He toed at Luah’s corpse, dislodging a potion and gem that Neria stooped to pick up.

“It’s not all a loss,” she commented idly. “We’ve enough herbs and potions to both sustain and trade for food to last at least a month.”

“Not all a—I didn’t come here for herbs.” Mahanon’s frustration echoed off the long-abandoned stone, his foot colliding with a disrupted tomb in the loud crack of bones and skin meeting something they couldn’t best. Neria reached for him instinctively, a healing spell already on her fingertips, but he pulled away and her hand fell limply, defeated at her side.

“Su an’banal i’ma,” he snapped. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand, flat ear. What passes for family in your shem Circles—the dreaded Tranquil? Or your Templar jailors? Do you even know what I mean when I say I’ve lost a sister?”

“Mahanon.” Rosha’s reprimand was cold as an icy river, much like the shards of ice Mahanon’s words sent down Neria’s back. Her instinct compelled her to shrink away, like a sunflower in the frost, but Rosha pressed a warm hand to the small of her back and Neria straightened, empowered, jutting her chin out even as shame and regret heated her face.

“I think I know more about loss and family than you ever will,” she bit out. “Because I can recognize what is in front of me, regardless of the unresolved craters in my past.”

Her words slapped Mahanon as surely as if she’d taken her palm to his cheek. The tendrils of his anger—more hurt and loss than actual hatred—curled back into his chest. His face shuttered, the raw emotion of moments before disappearing behind a carefully crafted mask of stoicism. All three elves held their breath, not stirring the dust nor the fallen undead as Mahanon and Neria stared each other down.

“This place is fucking cursed,” Rosha finally muttered, breaking their stares when she grew tired of the nonsensical rivalry. She spat once in the remains of one corpse and cast a tentative glance around the chamber. “Do you think there’s another exit?”

For just a few beats, Neria and Mahanon held on to the tension; then Neria relaxed her offense, submitting ever so slightly. Her point had been made—and that understanding he was meant to come in to would only withstand so much opposition at once.

“If nothing else, we can always backtrack to the cave.” She cast her mana about the chamber; it caught on the corpses, once or twice or thrice dead, and on the edges of ancient rituals. Navigating these, eventually Neria sensed the door—locked, but easily picked if they couldn’t find a key.

“You’re in luck,” she told Rosha, forcing a lighthearted smile. She ignored the statue that Mahanon had become—he would stew and he would brood and he would come back to them, in his time. “How’s your stash of lockpicks?”

Rosha’s smile gleamed in the darkness. “Falon. Do you even need to ask?”

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Dark Moon | Chapter Six

Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 3,2k

Warnings | +18, yandere themes, blood, unusual and dangerous use of a knife, revenge, violence, explicit and dirty language, this is not for minors.

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! In this chapter there will be a slight change for MC, I hope you will enjoy the chapter, let me know what you think! 💜

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"How is she?"

The dark-haired boy lifted his eyes to Seokjin, who was staring at him with his hands in his pockets, still dressed smartly and wearing perfectly polished-toed shoes.

"They stitched her up and now they're giving her an IV, she's lost too much blood," was Jimin's laconic reply, who was leaning against the wall of the waiting room pondering what to do.

They were in a private clinic, there was no danger of awkward questions; it belonged to a cousin of Seokjin's. That was where they went when they urgently needed a doctor.

"And what are you going to do with Ester?"

"I was just about to talk about her," he broke off from the wall, "She's one of your girls, but she disrespected me, Jin."

"You don't want to kill her," Seokjin said, although it was clear from his tone that he wasn't all that interested, but Jimin shook his head and the man relaxed his shoulders; every woman present at the Dark Moon was a big, juicy source of income.

"I want to teach her what respect is for me and my orders, I won't allow just any whore to challenge a decision of mine," he said harshly.

"You're right, besides it might stir up the others to do the same in case there are further jealousies" he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, irritated, "All right, instruct her" he gave his consent and made to turn on his heels and leave, but Jimin blocked him.

"I'll take her."

"How?" he had heard perfectly well, but he wanted to push him to be more detailed.

"You made me a proposition and this is my last answer, I'll take her."

Because the Dark Moon was a den of snakes and she would only be safe in his arms.

"I'll prepare the bow, then," smiled Jin, Jimin snorted, smiling faintly.

Then she saw him leave and his smile faded, he had a score to settle with Ester and it didn't take him long to return to the Dark Moon, Namjoon greeted him with a look of understanding.

"Hanon locked her in her room, all she did was scream and throw objects everywhere."

Just the thought of such a scene irritated the man.

"I'll give her a good reason to scream if she cares that much," he hissed, Namjoon nodded, knowing his friend, he would not go lightly.

When he entered the room that had seen better days, Jimin found a mad woman inside, messy locks fell across her red, furious face, and broken and bruised objects were scattered everywhere, victims of Ester's rage.

The woman stopped only at the sight of the man stuck on the threshold watching her; Jimin's expression was indecipherable, but his eyes were harder than ice, a detail that made the young woman's lips tighten.

Jimin took two steps inside the bedroom, closing the door behind him, turned the key already in the lock slowly, and a boulder dropped on her stomach.

"Jimin..." the nasal voice because of the hysterical crying and the punch she had received sounded whiny, which did not faze him.

"Ester" dropped the key into one of his pockets and gave it his undivided attention, "Tell me, Ester.... That stupid scene, what do you think it would have led to?"

The girl swallowed, suddenly frozen.

"I asked you nicely to take care of her, to explain things to her," continued Jimin calmly, "And instead you send her to the hospital," he chuckled without amusement.

Ester did not know what to say, she felt only cruel satisfaction in knowing that Y/N's condition was so critical as to require qualified medical attention.

The bitch had to be punished, she thought.

"How do you explain this?"

"I'm yours," asserted the woman simply, "You shouldn't have let her take my place, who is she? You don't even know her, she doesn't know what you like in bed, and even if she did she wouldn't be able to satisfy you, you've been looking for me all along," she growled through tears, Jimin raised an amused eyebrow.

Perhaps Y/N did not know what he liked in bed, but for what little he had had her, she had managed to give him an unforgettable blowjob; Ester's jealousy amused and irritated him at the same time.

Ester could claim to be his, but he certainly did not belong to her.

"I don't know how true that can be," the man crossed his legs, "You say you're mine, but I've seen you satisfy many other men before and after me...besides, who says I've only ever sought you out?" he asked with a smile, remembering vividly that he had had sex with countless other women. The fact that at the Dark Moon he had chosen Ester as his favorite had been totally random; everyone had chosen a girl and he had done the same, choosing one of the prettiest and best. He didn't think that this would make her head swell.

"You've come back to me now," remarked the woman, giving no sign of having listened to a single word Jimin said, blatantly pretending.

The boy remained impassive a few moments before opening his legs slightly.

"Come here," he patted his own powerful thigh wrapped in tight dark pants, Ester remained interdicted and guarded, making the boy snort, "Don't make me repeat myself," he hissed.

The woman took a few steps in his direction, when she saw that Jimin had no strange intentions she became braver, even going so far as to sit on the man who waited patiently for her.

"Lively little girl," he smiled sweetly, arranging a few strands behind her ear, Ester's heart beat inexorably, enchanted by the heavenly vision that was Jimin, "Repeat to me what you told me at first."

As if bewitched by the boy's charm, Ester repeated his words once more, "I am yours..." Jimin nodded, leaving a kiss on the woman's neck.

"Again, Ester," the woman threw her head back under the tender strokes of Jimin's tongue along her skin, inside she exulted in lust.

"I'm yours...!" she moaned when her intimacy came in contact with Jimin's cock, she felt the tip press against her core through the tight fabric, Ester shuddered at the idea of being able to enjoy that rapturous hardness once more and vibrated excitedly when Jimin pushed her against the bed, straddling her body.

"Say it again and again..." he whispered hoarsely, touching the intimacy of the young woman, who arched her back at the contact, thrusting her hips against his hand, which crossed the barrier of her dress to tickle her clit directly.

Long moans dispersed through the room, Ester not holding back from letting everyone know what was going on in there, as if to prove that Jimin never intended to punish her, that she would always remain his favorite.

That is, until Jimin's fingers were replaced by something icy, smooth, and hard that penetrated her slit.

She had not even noticed that the boy had retrieved the object, nor did she know where he got it from or what it was.

Maybe it was-

"Stop moving like a bitch in heat," Jimin ordered her, Ester frowned, she was about to cum, why would she stop-, "Stop if you don't want me to slice you, Ester" was his final warning.

"Jimin, what-"

"Go ahead, say again that you're mine-until you yourself realize the bullshit you keep babbling," he hissed, scrutinizing her cruelly with a derisive smile, his hand made the object penetrate deeper, which caused Ester to squint.

Jimin's words confused her-what game was he playing? And most importantly...

"What do you have in your hand, Jimin?"

"Are you referring to the thing you're sucking up so easily? Hmm... in my opinion you can get there," he said vaguely getting no answer, he huffed, "Come on... you always asked me to give it to you, which is impossible given the rules here at the Dark Moon," he chuckled, holding the base tightly.

At those words Ester blanched.

The switchblade that Jimin always carried with him.

"Jimin... this is a joke, isn't it?" she asked tensely, the boy replied by pressing the knife handle harder against her walls, just a simple gesture and the blade would snap like a spring.

"A whore without a pussy would be worthless," reasoned Jimin, there Ester had confirmation that the man was serious, she began to tremble and break into a cold sweat.

If before pleasure was the only thing she felt, now terror had encompassed every fiber of her body.

"Jimin, please..." she cried tremblingly, but the boy shushed her.

"Your arrogance has always disgusted me, Ester.... but your disobedience is the worst thing about you, I've always let it go because it was pleasurable to fuck you, but now I can't see what attracted me to you anymore," he spat, "Do you want it fast or slow?" he asked mellifluously, smiling fearfully.

Ester quickly denied with her head, she was a lake of tears and unrestrained sobs, "Don't! I-I won't give you any more trouble, I swear, I swear!" she screamed breathlessly, unable to move her body because of the terror she was feeling.

The man after a few moments moved away, withdrawing his weapon accordingly, Ester relaxed slightly before she felt a hissing sound cleave the air and something liquid dripping from one of her cheeks.

Wide-eyed she brought a trembling hand to her face and with a horrible foreboding saw blood, she was breathless when she realized what had happened.

Jimin watched uninterestedly as the woman's despair, her face scarred, ran to the mirror to ascertain her condition, he saw her collapse on her own knees amid sobs and cries, the only thing he felt was annoyance at that scene which he said was ridiculous. She had touched Y/N's face, he had done the same to hers. Permanently.

"You'll be able to satisfy clients with perversions like that, too, aren't you happy?"

He walked out of the room as he entered it, meeting Namjoon's gaze.

"I hope you haven’t damaged it too much."

Jimin shrugged, "Clients care about what's between her legs, she was unsightly even before," Namjoon rolled his eyes.

"I'll go get someone to treat her, she's screaming more than before," he hissed holding the bridge of his nose tightly between two fingers.

Jimin patted him twice before heading out of the brothel, ready to finish the job he had started.

The man cast a glance at the woman sitting in the back seat, she was still dazed from the medication that prevented her from feeling pain, she stood staring out of the tinted windows.

A large medical patch covered her entire cheek, just as a bandage wrapped her head tightly and securely.

At her side Taehyung made sure she did not attempt any strange moves; the boy was dressed in casual clothes unlike the young woman who was wearing only pajamas and slippers.

It was nighttime, Jimin had made sure to pick her up in a safe time frame for everyone so as not to raise even the slightest doubt.

"Where do you think I'm taking you?" broke the silence Jimin, Y/N barely lifted her head.

"To the Dark Moon, that's where I belong, isn't it?" she replied apathetically, a slow smile lapped the young male's face.

"You got it wrong this time, honey," he said, leaving her interjected.

"What do you mean?"

"I found a better use for you," he chuckled, almost breathing in the fear of the poor girl, who upset cast a glance at Taehyung.

She hadn't known him long, but in the clinic when she was surrounded by doctors, he had given her the impression that he was a calm and lucid man, or so she thought, although she remembered perfectly well that if Jimin wasn't there, then Taehyung himself would be there to give her that "checkup."

"Calm down, kitten, if he wanted to hurt you, he would have already done so, right?" he affirmed, instantly procuring a glare of lightning from Y/N.

"He did hurt me," she huffed inviperately, squeezing herself into her seat.

Jimin looked at her from the mirror, studying the woman's emaciated contours, her lips tightened into a line were a sign of her strange inner turmoil.

He did not want to get to the point of hurting her again, yet the way he had been raised left no room for pity, if she tried any bullshit he would pay for every single consequence.

After a few kilometers the car stopped in front of a seemingly very luxurious apartment establishment, a garage opened up for them and Jimin wasted no time in getting in, Taehyung on the other hand did not lose sight of every corner of the street, although from the angelic faces they remained gentlemen of the underworld. Seokjin as already specified had his hands full just about everywhere, dealing not only in his brothel - a source of more than excellent income - but also in dealing and often murder for hire.

There were not exactly a few of their enemies.

Y/N squared off with a bad feeling the other cars present-where had they taken her?

"Get her out," ordered Jimin, Taehyung opened his door first and going around he allowed the woman to get out as well, holding her firmly by the arm, not only to prevent her from escaping - she had nowhere to go given the enclosed space they were in - but also because he was unsure of her strength, the young woman in fact was unsteady on her own legs.

Out of the corner of his eye Jimin noticed that Taehyung was about to take her in his arms, which inexplicably irritated him. He knew that his friend had no interest in the girl, but that did not stop him from harshly jerking the other away from her to take her personally in his arms stunning not only Taehyung, but Y/N herself, who tried to shrink as much as possible under his dark gaze. The man's grip was firm, but she felt herself falling into the arms of her tormentor.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked with a knot in her throat; Jimin did not answer immediately.

First he climbed stairs that led them to a larger door, from that opened a long, dimly lit hallway and then more stairs to climb until they reached a landing with an elevator.

When they entered and the doors closed he finally spoke.

"You are in your new home."

A thousand questions poured into Y/N's head, confused and agitated. Had she been sold? So, is this how it was going to end?

She had basically ended up like her sister, she thought sorrowfully, regretting several times the absurd idea of looking for a similar job to support herself.

"More to the point, you are in your new home, yours and Jimin's," Taehyung chuckled, as the elevator doors opened to show a series of numbered, digitally locking doors.

"What?"

Taehyung typed a code on the keypad on the door with the number 7, which opened with a soft, almost imperceptible click.

The first thing the woman saw was a spacious, modern living room with an L-shaped sofa of soft dark leather that drew all the attention to itself.

"What does that mean?"

Jimin made a sign to his friend, who understood instantly. He wanted to be alone with Y/N.

"I'm off, see you soon kitten," he greeted her before disappearing, carefully closing the door behind him, the resulting sound no longer sounding so soft to Y/N's ears.

She felt she was being teased.

"What does that mean?" she repeated more somberly, Jimin took a seat on the sofa, crossing his legs in a pose that screamed elegance and power.

"I bought you, that's what it means."

It was a lie, Seokjin had made a gift of her to Jimin, but the latter with that statement tried to give himself an intimidating aura, buying a person after all was not something everyday, one had to be a powerful and influential person to do so, the man wanted her to feel fear in his presence.

She was stunned, "Why would you do that? You hate me, you find me useless! Is this another way to torture me?" she hissed with tears in her eyes, "You made me lose everything, what more do you want from me?"

She was broken.

She had run away from a monster to save her sister, but she had lost her and had been humiliated in more ways than one by Jimin and his former lover, if she could have ended it to avoid more suffering she would have taken the chance.

"I don't hate you, silly," sighed Jimin as he took off his jacket, "You irritate me with your stubborn attitude, but I don't hate you...it's other people I reserve my poison for, it's precious, it's the fuel that gets me going, my beautiful girl" he got up from his seat to go pour himself a few shots of vanilla rum, the crystal mini bar displayed his small but expensive collection of drinks, they were mostly classic brands, Jimin must have been an experienced drinker.

He sipped slowly from his glass, the plump, glossy lips matched perfectly with the transparent rim, soaking up the amber liquid, the piercing tapped lightly against the crystalline surface. Y/N imagined the sinful taste they had, wondered why she had not met him in his angel form, why she was given the devil, after the hell she had already been accustomed to.

"And then..." he continued, "I wouldn't let you stay at the Dark Moon a minute longer, I've already told you that but maybe it's better to refresh your memory," he murmured as he approached, the girl took small steps back, nothing compared to the male's two strides, "I won't let any other man get his hands on you, I want you and consequently you belong to me," he said casting a languid glance at the woman's lips.

"And what will you do in case you get tired of me?" she provoked him.

Jimin's eyes darkened, "What should I do with a stupid little girl like you?" he asked, not answering her question.

Neither of them would have liked the answer.

He took a lock of her soft hair in his fingers, bringing it to his nose he inhaled its light fragrance, the hospital had turned the girl off. He decided to leave her alone for the time being, she needed to recover, and from her thin, depressed appearance he guessed it would take quite some time.

"Here is a room with a bathroom for you, you will also find clean clothes, you may go," he turned away from her, who resumed breathing normally. Jimin was lethal and she feared it was not for one simple reason.

It may have sounded absurd, but no matter how much her instincts screamed at her to escape from the clutches of that monster, a much darker part of her could not stop pointing out its bewitching and sinful aspect.

Hers was a desire that had to be kept silent and hidden inside the closet because it was shameful and sick.

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HoneyWorks feat. Hanon — 木曜日のスキャンダル [English Translation]

Thursday's scandal

Honeyworks feat. Hanon Character: Sena Narumi Album: 告白実行委員会 -FLYING SONGS- 恋してる

'Made last Wednesday' A photograph showing a boy and a girl Who is he? 'You'll soon find out the answer!

Sorry, it's my fault the picture was taken Our secret got out But deep down I felt happy I don't want to hide how proud I am of my boyfriend anymore

They're starting to spread False and spiteful news They keep insulting you You're like a manga protagonist, aren't you?

I'll do it! I'll announce that I'm in a relationship I'll be honest at the press conference I'll ignore rude questions With a smile To all my dear fans I know you were surprised I'm very sorry about that. I hid it for a long time, even from my friends That's why I want to use this space to say… I'm sorry I've been hiding it.

It makes me feel bad… 'Now we're on equal footing' You're acting too shy I can't hug you or kiss you when I'm outside So let's go home quickly

No matter what you hit me with, I won't cry Even if it tears my heart apart Everyone's talking about you You've become popular, haven't you?

I'll do it! I'll declare that I'm in a relationship I'll keep my resolve Don't worry about maintaining your image This is other people's private life Please respect it To my dear fans I'm sorry if you're worried I will continue to strive for work and love I'm ready to enjoy both Please take care of me

Can you hold my hand? (It's okay) Can you hold me? (Come here) I love you My lips are lonely (Close your eyes) I won't hold back anymore That's an order

(I'll do it!) I'll declare that I'm in a relationship I'll tell the world I don't mind destroying my image

He's the one I like

I will declare how much I love him! To all my dear fans I know you were surprised I'm very sorry about that I've been hiding it for a long time, even from my friends That's why I want to take this opportunity to say… I'm sorry for hiding it

Scandal on Thursday

#HoneyWorks #Sena Narumi #Hanon

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@twistedisciple asked:

The Lady of the Plains. Emblem of Blazing. Lyn, but that name had to be wrested from the recesses of memory, hidden beneath the epithet "Ponytail Chick" he'd mentally used instead. Griss hadn't been much acquainted with her. Even as he played his role as one of a greedy king's hounds, the glimpses of the man's prized possession were few and far between, and such occasions had the man clutching his ring like the very wind would steal her away. Truthfully, Griss is surprised by the color of her hair first when he catches a glimpse of her on the deck. It's the verdant hue of what he imagined the plains of her title might have been, the scent of grass all but real, not the blood red Lord Sombron blessed his Emblems with instead. And then comes the surprise that he'd recognized her at all among the crowd, all things considered, but the eye had a habit of finding the familiar in a sea of not. That she hails from their destination is the final piece, buried even deeper than her name, tugged out of some dusty old history book during his younger years in the monastery. In other words, recognizing her meant he had an opportunity to shake some valuable information out if the others hadn't already wrung her dry. When her allies finally leave her, Griss pushes off from the mast he'd been leaning against, watching her not-so-subtly for a good while now, and calls out to her to stop: "Not so fast, Ponytail. What're you in a hurry for?" His leisurely stride sets the pace as he comes up alongside her with a smile that is, for all of his (mostly) innocent intentions, still just a little bit too wide to be without threat. "I got some questions for you." Like if she could summon doubles here too and maybe they could test each of their blades on him-- No. "I wanna know what's up with your homeland and dragons. You think we're really about to walk right into a war 'cause they're scared of the sight of 'em?"

A year and some change is not an insignificant amount of time away from home. Even before touching ground, there are many things to be done, preparations to be had, people to discuss with, including people she didn't even realize she needed to discuss with.

"It's not Ponytail, it's Lyn," she corrects with a tinge of irritation. The rude way he calls out to her and the wolfish grin on his face are enough to make the hair on the back of her neck stand up straight. She is no stranger to the stares of men, but this...is different. "I'm busy right now, so—"

The question he poses is not one of further harassment, as she expected, but a fairly reasonable one about the state of affairs. Lyn stops in her tracks.

"My homeland?" she asks, parroting his words back. He must be a foreigner, then, to not know about The Scouring and what it meant.

"It's more than just simple fear," Lyn explains. "A thousand years ago, humans and dragons fought against each other in a war called The Scouring. At some point, the dragons began to multiply rapidly, far faster than the humans could kill them and their great power caused the Ending Winter. Snow fell in summer. The Eight Legends forged legendary weapons that would allow them to fight back against the dragons. Mulagir, the bow of Hanon" —Lyn gestures at the bow strapped to her back— "is one of those weapons. The dragons fled from the world through something called The Dragon's Gate and the Eight Legends went on to found the different nations."

If ancient history were all it were, then they would not be hurrying home like this. Even a few years ago, it would have been easy to write off the rumors as just rumors, but having seen the might of dragons with her own eyes, Lyn feels her pulse quicken just at the thought.

"A few years ago, the gate was opened again and we were able to defeat the dragons that made their way out with the help of two of the Legends, but... it had only been a few dragons and the Legends are no longer with us. The gate should have been sealed again, but..." Lyn shakes her head, banishing the thought. "Either way, I believe that humans can come to live with dragons, but this is not a commonly held sentiment."

#toasabbamvitatham2023 #⚔️ ic #twistedisciple #⚔️ support: griss #//preemptively moving this to a new post #//apologies griss for the lore dump and massive post