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ravens-rambling · 4 years

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A Dragon Meets a Knight

A/N: Hhhheeyyyyyyy!!!!!!!! Long time no see, huh????? Its been a long time since i’ve written like anything!! But i really want to start writing again ssoooooo I’m gonna be doing two prompts list this month to the best of my ability! Note tho, that my writing isn’t gonna be the best for a while so uuhhh sorry about that!!!

Soulmate September! by @tsshipmonth2020

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100 (G/T) prompts!!! I’m definitely not gonna do all of the 100 prompts on here, but i’m curious to see how far i’ll go!

summary: A grand dragon appeared above Roman’s kingdom one late night, and Roman takes it upon himself to go and vanquish the mighty dragon. But once he gets there..the story is a lot different then he thought it was going to be.

WC: 1,932

ships: Romantic Roceit

warnings: Mentions of babies being orphaned, mentions of killing, mentions of blood

Tag List: @punsterterry @stormcrawler75 @frostedlover @mycatshuman @mutechild @panicattheeverywhere15 @overlord-winter @analogical-mess @saddestlittlebabe

Roman was up for the task, he was ready to finally slay this dragon. For years, nearly half of his life, there have been rumors that there was a dragon living somewhere in the high mountains behind their small village. Well, those rumors were proven to be true. Just last night the entire village was sent into a panic when the obvious looking figure in the sky was very much a giant dragon. It flew a certain direction and seemed to completely ignore everyone from down below it. And he saw it for himself as well so he knew it wasn't some fluke the next day when everyone started talking about it, he was outside talking with a guard when it had flown above them. He couldn't get a proper look at the creature since it was dark outside, the only indication that it was there at all was the lights from the torch shining and reflecting off its scales. And the fact that the sky turned pitch black dark with no stars to illuminate it.

After last night he made an announcement confirming such a creature does in fact exist. But not to worry as he is going to slay it. There was a shocked gasp and worried looks shot up to him. And he tried his best to explain that he has looked to his family’s books on how to kill such a creature. And, considering that this has been the first time they've seen a dragon in over twenty years shows that they are dying out. He's been hearing talk that the dragon population is dwindling these past few years. Why no one is quite sure. He is certain it's the cause of all the hunting. But in any case, he can guarantee that the beasts head will be brought back to this village in a twenty-four hours period. He can promise that.

Something Roman didn't tell them, however, was that his family's books didn't quite have...the information to kill a dragon. All it mainly showed was information about the general dragons, but from the bits and pieces he could see from the dragon that visited last night is that...that dragon didn't look anything like the dragons that were in the books. So he...didn't know what to do. But he was confident that he would figure it out. Surely it can't be that hard? Just stab it in the neck or belly like how most monsters and animals are, right? Their belly and neck are the weakest points on any sort of monster or animal. Seems to be simple enough.

And so, he left on his horse that morning up to the mountain top where the beast was last seen traveling. Alone. Yes, he was nervous about traveling up there alone. But he couldn't bring his guards in fear of them seeing how clueless he is in defeating the dragon once he gets to the top! He can't spoil his perfect image by being such a fool! So no...he's going up there alone. And if he doesn't come back well… maybe Remus can become king. He probably won't be the best king but...it's better than nothing…

It took him two days and a half just to get up the mountain and onto the very top of it. It was a long way up with many boulders and snow. Which resulted in a lot of avalanches which wasn't very good. But he's here now. Finally.

He tied the horse far away from the very tall and dark cave that stood on the top of this mountain. Then he took a deep breath in and drew his sword. He's got this. It can't be that hard, right? Just throw his sword right at the dragon's neck and it's as simple as that. Right? Yeah… yeah, stop being such a weakling, Roman. You're the king! Everyone is looking up to you…

But he gulped once he took a step inside the cave. Oh, dear… it's so incredibly dark down here. He couldn't see an inch in front of his face. Good thing he brought a torch. He quickly lit it with his sword and some twigs close to the cave. And once it was lit he stared the darkness down. And he walked inside.

Even with the torch it still was so dark. And it felt like a different kind of darkness than just the normal nighttime darkness. No, this was… it reminded him of goo. It reminds him of that sticky black goo that Remus would throw at the general's faces when he was younger. And still does whenever some generals from other kingdoms come to visit. That's what it reminds him of. And it's...horrible… everywhere he looked there was that sticky blackness, and it felt like it was engulfing him. That mixed between the cobwebs and the small pits here and there. It was an awful experience. Won't come here again, that's for sure.

He continued walking until...he made it to a large opening followed by a larger cavern with a ceiling opening from up above. Roman paused and gasped at the sight, it's... gorgeous… There is a small creak in the far corner, making tiny little sounds of trickling water filling the empty void. In the ceiling, there were sharp rocks pointing down along with some….crystals… those are crystals… And it's gorgeous… He heard a loud growl coming from far ahead and he froze. His eyes looked down only to take a step back at what he saw.

The dragon. It was a brilliant golden color that sparkled like actual gold in the light shining from the diamonds and the fire burning in the far end of the cave. The scales on this massive dragon were a golden color, but below that was its skin that was a solid black color. It's long and dagger-like wings flapped out and stretched towards the ceiling. And smoke came billowing out from its nostrils.

"What are you doing here, human? Have you come with a death wish? Or do you think you're stupid enough to kill me?" It's bellowing voice came from deep in its throat, even though its mouth wasn't moving.

Roman stood frozen, completely in awe with what he's seeing before him. Oh… fuck… He's fucked. he's so dead.

"I-I… I...have come with the wish to kill you, foul demon! Prepare to die!" Was he moving his legs? Did he just say that? Yes to both those questions... apparently.

He found himself charging at the dragon with his torch now abandoned and he had drawn his shield up. With a roar of fury, the dragon flapped its wings once then charged directly at the human too. It's massive ram-like horn and its fangs were the size of huge daggers. It could easily tear his flesh open. But still, he charged.

His sword clattered against its massive horns, and he could feel the smoke billowing from its mouth a moment before he jumped aside as a massive breath of fire emerged and attacked where he was last standing. He still held onto the sword, and he managed to untangle it from the horns clutches.

"You will die foul beast!! You will never terrorize my village ever again! This will be the last day you draw breath! And they will mount your horns up above the thrones so everyone will know that I defeated a dragon!"

"Let's see about that." It simply stated and it sped forward again to open its mouth, but this time it drove straight. And suddenly turned to the side. It's massive fangs dug into his side and he screamed out in pain.

His scream was so loud that the rocks surrounding them shook a little bit. He was about to stab the sword through the beasts head when he froze at hearing… wait a moment… is that… Baby dragon calling?

With blood dripping onto the rocks below him he froze and slowly looked over towards the sound. Where that large fire was, where he had thought the beast was just tending to a warm fire this chilly late afternoon, he could see...three little baby dragons of different colors screaming in their little nests and flapping their tiny wings frantically. They were inside of the flames, but yet they didn't seem to be crying out of pain but of fear.

"You...have babies…?"

"Wow, I had no idea I have babies. Thanks for telling me. Yes, human, I have babies. And you aren't going to touch them, not over my dead body!!" The dragon moved forward to block Roman's view from the babies.

But Roman's body was dead stiff. How...could he kill a mother...to leave her babies defenseless and orphaned?! That's not… Sure, dragons are destructive monsters that love to feast on humans and to see villages burnt to the ground. But...even he doesn't have the heart to break apart this family. No matter what this dragon does.

So...he dropped the sword to the ground with a loud thud. "No… I… I can't kill you… not when you have babies… I won't leave babies orphaned… That's… that's wrong…"

"Oh, how very brave of you! Such a noble king! Don't you dare lie to me, you foolish mortal!!!" The dragon screamed then it charged at Roman again, until it froze when Roman didn't move out of the way. Its giant fangs that could easily tear through this king's flesh was inches from Roman's face, one of its fangs was pressed against Roman's shoulder and arm. But still...the king simply stared right at the dragon's eyes and didn't flinch… he didn't whimper. Nothing.

"I said I won't hurt you. I won't kill you. And I'm not lying. I won't ever separate a mother from its babies. And I won't ever kill a mother in front of her babies. Nor would I ever be the cause of some babies becoming orphaned. So no… My only request is that...you don't hurt my village anymore. Don't attack anything… and we'll call this a deal. How that sound?"

The dragon blinked and slowly pulled away from Roman's body. Its mouth closed shut and it stared right at Roman's face. Before it swallowed and slowly nods, "I accept your deal. I was only going past your village to get some extra food for them. Your sheep seem to be the only thing they like. But I'll refrain from stealing your sheep from now on. I'll have to find something else they like."

"Well...that can be rearranged. I've heard that we do have a few extra sheep every year that we don't need. How much do your babies eat? And...what's your name? If you have one...of course?"

"They eat one sheep every few weeks to a month. And my name?" The dragon tilted his head to look at Roman right in the eyes, and just then Roman has finally seen the scarred side of its face. He didn't notice that while they were fighting. It looked like...it was clawed off by something big... "It's Janus, your highness."

"Wait a minute… Janus?!"

Roman looked down at his arm and he pulled back his sleeve. He revealed on his wrist written in delicate golden cursive was the name 'Janus'. And it was glowing. "I'm Roman! Roman Prince!"

The mighty dragon stared at him in shock and he stared at the name too… that's… his name… that's… The dragon looked down to his own scaly wrist and revealed his own soulmate mark. In grand red cursive writing is 'Roman', and that was glowing too.

"We're.. soulmates?!" Both voices shouted in unison.

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honeyctzen · 6 years

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crescents - mt

genre: smut with a lil bit of fluff

warnings: s/m, blood, biting, fingering, oral (female receiving), face sitting, unprotected sex (always wear protection !!)

words: 7.2k

The blue of the fading night sky had long seeped into the living room, filling the atmosphere with a thick, dulling haze that carried over both the inhabitants. The air swollen with the darkness, all the lamps switched on, creating a warm climate that tinged with the music playing quietly in the background. Tones passing through the ambience, filling your ears as you sat upon the floor. Looking to your hands that were occupied with folded paper, courtesy of your fruitless ideas that had eaten up all hours of the day. Your aching fingers wrangled the paper together in one last attempt, the mangled mess of what was supposed to look like a swan lingering in your grip. A pang of disappointment rolled over in your stomach, not that you had expected much but this had been your idea in the first place. You hoped Taeil would be doing just as bad, if not worse, as his coordination skills were somehow even worse than yours. From your never-ending work, your eyes glanced upward, gazing over Taeil who was situated upon the sofa. His tongue poking from his mouth, eyes locked onto his work in hopeless desperation. His expression made your lips part in a grin, observing the man as he huffed. Droplets of hair falling into his eyes as his concentration withered, fingers twisting the paper until it nearly tore altogether.

After the movement, Taeil pulled his eyes from his working fingers and allowed his gaze to fall over you. Figure on the ground, tidier half-finished origami sitting upon the table which only made him huff further. It seemed you were a few steps ahead of him which annoyed him to no end as he had been reluctant to do it in the first place… to say the least.

‘What next?’ Taeil grumbled from the sofa. The tone of his voice catching your attention, causing your head to swiftly turn in order to gaze over his expression. Watching his exasperated features bundle themselves up tight, eyes flitting from the crumpled paper in his hands over toward your stature on the floor.

‘So, you fold that bit down.’ You tell him, finger pointing to what should have looked like the elegant wing of the swan. Taeil complied, his shaking fingertips pushing the paper down, making it somehow, even worse. He sighed through clenched teeth and sighed.

‘And then, you twist it like this.’ Your hands reached over and held your small, swan-looking thing in your palm. Lifting two fingers and redoing the step you had already done, the neck of the little paper creature elongating as you smiled down at it. Disappointed and proud all at once, though Taeil was merely exhausted. His fingers had squeezed the paper and did the job although not very gracefully. His doe eyes peering upward at you, expression slightly embarrassed.

‘Like that?’

‘Yeah, perfect.’ You exclaimed rather too loudly, simply glad that Taeil wasn’t audibly complaining as he had been earlier.

‘I’m shit at this.’ He mumbled beneath his breath, eyes glancing down to the leather of the sofa, his fingers releasing his creation. It nearly slipped onto the ground, your supple open palm catching it before it hit the carpet. You placed the creature on the table, slotting yours beside his, the two slightly mangled swans sitting together as though they floated atop a glass lake.

‘You were doing great.’ You reassured your frail friend, shuffling closer to him.

‘Can’t we just order a pizza and make a fort or something.’ Taeil grumbled once more, repeating words he had called out like a mantra earlier in the day.

‘You said you wanted to do something sleepover-ish.’ You reminded him, your tone turning into mock anger and body sliding back nearer the table. One hand drifting over the origami pieces, picking his from the table and sitting it in your lap.

‘I meant like a fort.’

‘I’ll have you know, building a fort is very dangerous, however,’ you grinned happily, placing his swan back onto the sofa before him, ‘origami, is safe, and fun.’

‘Sure.’ Taeil mocked, picking his paper from the leather and allowing his fingers to grapple it once again, a small sigh dripping from his lips.

‘So,’ you continue, attempting to stick to the instructions you had read up online, ‘then, you twist that bit there, hm, that way.’

‘Uh, that way,’ Taeil repeated, his eyes focused upon the paper, his hand twisting unnaturally until it finally slipped. His fingers skimming over the sharp edge in a quick pace, the sound of an intake of breath spreading through the room suddenly. ‘Ow, shit.’

‘You okay?’ You pondered softly, peering up from your work. Looking over toward your friend, tiny droplets of blood seeping from his index finger.

‘It’s just a paper cut.’

‘Oh, come here.’ You beckoned, gesturing your hand, silently ordering him to give his over. Taeil seemed a little reluctant, remembering how you usually dealt with your own paper cuts. His stomach tightened with anxiety, body shifting upward as your fingers wrangled around his wrist. Hauling his hand toward you, and although Taeil appeared to resist, he held out the injured finger as though it were a lollipop.

‘It’s really fine, I, I’ll just,’ as Taeil spoke, his finger almost prodded you in the face. The blood nearly smearing itself all over your lips but luckily, your mouth opened slightly before it could touch you. The taste roamed your mouth, his digit sitting upon your tongue as you sucked the blood gently. You were completely sure that this would stop the bleeding entirely, from recollection, you guessed it had been Yuta to tell you that. You continued to draw on his digit for a moment further, the aroma of copper spreading over your taste buds before you finally decided to lift him from inside. Your own fingers wrapping around Taeil’s hand and pulling him back to reveal no blood seeping from his cut.

Your lips widened in a smile, watching as Taeil sat, his lips parted slightly. Eyes merely staring at his finger as though it were now made of gold. It took him a moment before he dared to look up at you, gaze examining your face quickly. Looking over the pleased smile softly before his stare reached your lips. The bright colour sitting upon the soft flesh, amalgamating with the tone of blush against your skin. Taeil watched in awe, at his blood on your lips. His stomach tightened more than he ever thought was possible, his jeans becoming tight with the ideas that spurred on in his mind. Through his stifled windpipe, he let out a tense groan.

‘I,’

‘What?’ You enquired innocently.

‘You’ve got blood on your lips.’

‘There?’ You pondered, pushing your thumb against the corner of your lips, missing the intended area entirely. Taeil watched with a slight smile, more groans slipping from his mouth as he fought the idea to brush his residue from your lips himself.

‘No, uh,’ he answered, observing while you tilted your face toward him. His smile got bigger, his unwounded hand coming to smudge the red from the cupids bow of your top lip. He hoped that some of the pink tinge would remain all night, so that he could be reminded of that moment over and over. ‘There you go.’

‘It tastes funny.’ You blurted, your tongue skimming over your lips, licking the remainder of the bitter flavour.

‘Like what?’

‘Like metal,’ you retorted, raising your thumb and pushing the spit that had culminated on your bottom lip back into your mouth. The softness of Taeil’s taste still lingering on your tongue like the aftermath of a strawberry. ‘It’s actually kinda nice.’ You smiled.

Another groan slipped from Taeil, this time it was slightly louder, more pronounced. Letting you know that it wasn’t just the tinge of pain from the paper cut but something different entirely. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched your friend shuffle in his place on the sofa, hands darting from his lap, to his thighs.

‘You okay?’

‘Yeah I just,’ Taeil coughed, eyes struggling to keep their contact with yours. ‘I think I enjoyed that more than I should’ve.’ He mumbled, his fingers digging into his bare ankles. A litter of half moons lingering over the skin, his eyes gently gazing down at you. Hoping he wouldn’t find your expression tense in disgust, and he didn’t, instead discovering it in intense confusion.

‘What? Your finger in my mouth?’

‘No, well, that too but the, the blood.’ Taeil mumbled so lowly that it was almost inaudible. You dipped your head nearer, careening your face until it sat only inches from his.

‘Huh?’

‘The blood on your lips.’ He repeated, only slightly louder. Your tense posture loosened, shoulders slackening with relief. A smile bit at your mouth, expression growing giddy with the sudden opportunity.

‘Oh,’ you gasped excitedly, ‘a kink thing!’

Taeil rolled his eyes in response to your enthusiasm, his body shuffling once more.

‘C’mon, I don’t wanna talk about it.’

‘Why not? These are the things that best friends discuss you know.’ You exclaim once again, pulling yourself from the floor and slotting your figure beside Taeil on the sofa. Your naked knees clashing against his covered legs, your childish elation still rampant.

‘Not all best friends talk kinks.’

‘Well, uh, we do, I’ve told you mine.’

‘You were drunk and so was I, I hardly remember what you said anyway.’ Taeil reminded; even thinking about that night gave you sickening memories of the hangover from hell. Your stomach churned but still, you were undeterred.

‘Well, still.’

‘Look,’ Taeil began, lowering his voice slightly, bringing another churn to your stomach. This time however, it felt different, deeper somehow. ‘I don’t know, it’s weird.’

‘Please Taeil,’ you sulked, tugging on his sleeve slightly. The looseness of his pyjama shirt sliding around his upper arm as your wrapped your fingers around the limb. Jutting your button lip outward and prodding his arm almost rhythmically. ‘Please.’

‘I like, uh, blood, I guess.’ Your tugging stopped for a moment while he spoke, his words crawling from his mouth as though he thought they might cause you distress. But you merely relaxed into the sofa and felt yourself become curiouser.

‘Like, your own or,’

‘I don’t really know, other peoples I guess, I like, um, I like making people bleed, it’s, it’s weird.’

‘It’s not weird,’ you reassured, lifting yourself up slightly so you could take his hand in yours. Soothing your thumb over the back of his hand, your stomach alighting with butterflies merely from the touch as it never had before. ‘You like hurting people, so, it’s not really that uncommon.’

‘Well, it’s just, I’m not the most intimidating person, am I? And people wouldn’t really take me seriously if I was, well, like that, during, you know.’

‘Just because you’re shy doesn’t mean you can’t be a sadist, Taeil.’

‘I’m not a sadist.’ He affirmed defensively, voice coarse and full of worry. Worry that someone might see him as a sadist, as if it were a bad label, something to be ashamed of.

‘Okay,’ you mumbled, still holding his hand, ‘so, you like inflicting pain?’

‘Sure.’

‘And making people bleed?’

‘Well, yeah.’

‘So, you’re a sadist then.’ Taeil sighed in response to your conclusion, his eyes closing for a moment. He took another breath and finally glanced up.

‘So, what’s it called when you liked pain?’

‘Masochist, which is also common, I mean,’ you began, cutting yourself off as you peered back to Taeil. His eyebrows scrunched up in thought.

‘I just need to find a masochist then.’

This time you sighed, your stomach twisting with worry and doubt and every fearful emotion you could possibly name. Your thumb began soothing over Taeil’s hand once more but this time, the calming motion was more for you than him.

‘Taeil, um,’ you bundled your eyes close, and took a sharp inhale, ‘I’m a masochist.’

Even with your eyes closed, you could feel his fidgeting beneath your grasp on his hand. The stirring of his waist rolling around against the leather seat, coughs and mumbles spewing from his mouth. All the while, you kept your hold on his hand, holding it as though nothing was on stake now.

‘You didn’t um, you didn’t mention that when you listed your kinks that night.’

‘I thought you said you didn’t remember? And besides, I did, I’m sure I did. You just didn’t listen.’ You teased slightly, tugging on his forearm once more, giggling along with your words. The sounds filled the room, bringing a warm comfort to Taeil who finally seemed to relax a little. Slumping against the sofa and glancing over to you with a sympathetic gaze.

‘I should’ve listened.’ He said, his voice low, almost emotionless. Making you look up toward him, eyes large and doe, watching as slowly, you felt yourself melt into his stature.

‘You’re listening now.’ You let out quietly, moulding into his position, your lips approaching his as he leant in. His free hand moving from atop his own thigh to hold your cheek, his fingertips smoothing out over the flushed skin. Thumb clasping onto your chin, eyes flitting from yours to your lips.

‘Can I kiss you?’

‘You’re asking?’

‘Of course.’ He said, and suddenly, you felt as though it would be rude for any man to kiss you without warning again.

‘Yes,’ you nodded frantically, your hand finally releasing his and moving to his shirt. Grasping the material that pooled around his neck, trying desperately to haul him any kind of closer. ‘Please.’ You begged, and finally, you felt as he too, melted into you.

His nose nuzzled against yours as his lips came over to swarm your mouth. A sudden warmth covered your lips, the slight tinge of his sweet saliva coating you. Hands clasped every which way, fingers fumbling around material, nails digging into skin. Taeil lodged his fingers into your thighs at first, your hands coming to hold his neck. Feeling out against the flushed skin, his throat bobbing with every deep gulp he swallowed. You did your best not to claw at his skin in desperation, moving your fingers to lightly tug on his hair. It seemed to pull out something in him that had been lingering deep within his chest beforehand. His body hauling forward slightly, fingers wrangling around the backs of your thighs. His nails scraped the skin, leaving pinkish trails of exasperation in their place. The slight itch of pain made your mouth contort into a grin, giving Taeil enough space to push his tongue into your mouth.

You had never quite seen Taeil so enrapt before, so determined to do something that involved this level of confidence. And you were focused on doing anything it took to pull that out in him even more. With his fingers cupping the supple flesh of your thighs, Taeil pushed backward, forcing you to lie down beneath his weight. He moved his arms either side of your head, his fingers trailing upward around every arch of your body as he did so. Fingers sloping to rest within the splayed strands of your hair as your hands reposed upon his shoulders. Trying helplessly to give yourself some kind of stability. Your legs wrangled around his, limbs tangling together as Taeil brought his mouth down on yours once more. Parting his lips as they smothered yours; eyelashes fluttered down, fingers dancing on the covered flesh of his shoulders, stomach alight with the beating of butterflies lodging deep.

Each minor movement Taeil made upon your mouth made your head spin, chest feeling heavy with the weight of your arousal. You would have done anything to push him along, to give him something that would spur him on. But each time Taeil applied more pressure to your lips, the ideas slipped your mind and you became nothing more than docile. Your hands trailed over him, drifting downward until they rested on his hips, pressure from your fingers trying to pull him down. To give your loin any kind of relief from the amounting throb that was growing below. It took the man above you a moment before he realised what you were doing, until he recognised what you needed him to do.

His hips dug down onto yours, a slight groan parting his lips that convinced him to continue. The throbbing ache that caved before was beginning to relieve slightly, only enough that you could feel your other sense once again. Fingertips running over Taeil, dancing shapes onto his back as your lips began to move. Streaming down to cover his neck in a small clutter of pecks, sweeping through until they came to reach the hem of his shirt. Your fingers brought themselves down, clutching the bottom of the material, a soft nod brushing into your neck to signal that Taeil was comfortable. The shirt came up his body, fingertips lingering over the newly exposed skin as though it hadn’t existed before you felt it. You lifted the shirt from over his head, tossing it across the room as your body immediately returned to its previous activities.

This time however, you pressed your lips against his collarbone. Sweeping your tongue over the fresh skin, the hum of Taeil moaning pressed to your neck. The sounds only pushing you to continue, lips parting and teeth enclosing around the flesh of his shoulder. You were partially unsure if you had meant to bite down on him, but his reaction seemed to justify its need. Taeil swept his hands downward and before you could feel them out, they were sat tightly clasp around your waist. Clutching onto the skin, his mouth moving atop yours again, breath fanning you as his nails pressed into the flesh of your hip. Likely creating little crescents or drawing small dots of blood to the surface. It felt strangely euphoric.

Taeil moved closer somehow, one of his hands drifting around your thigh until it lingered over to its inside. His hand slowed down to a stop, fingers keeping away from where he knew you needed him. A desperate groan bubbled from your throat, a pained whimper that caused Taeil to smirk lightly. He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, the citrus taste fading before he burrowed his mouth into your neck. Smoothing over the skin with his tongue before he brought his teeth down to clamp onto the skin. Repeating the action several times as your breathes became a heaved mess, calling out moans into the space above you.

With all your focus on his mouth and the indentations it would be leaving on your throat, you had almost forgotten about where his hand lay. Not even realising as his fingers began to crawl upward against the inside of your thigh. You only felt the movements when his fingertips dipped against the hem of your shorts. A desperate whimper left your mouth, a small chuckle ringing from where Taeil lay furrowed in your neck. His free hand traced down, trying to pull your shorts down although with the current position, he struggled. When he had pulled them half way down your thighs, you tugged them down the rest of the way. Kicking them off, allowing Taeil to rest his hand back where it had lay before. Fingers sweeping upward once again, his lips pressing small, gentle kisses onto your jugular.

The thinness of your underwear became more than apparent when Taeil accidently brought his finger upward too fast. Skimming it against the sensitive bundle of nerves that lay beneath the material, a weak groan pouring from inside your throat. Your fingers grabbing onto his shoulders for balance. Once he had realised the impact a small movement could make, Taeil seemed to let a confidence he hadn’t had before take over. His free hand grappling your thigh and pulling it up around his hip. Parting your legs and giving him enough room to allow his other hand to roam. The tips of his fingers bit at the hem of your underwear, a singular digit sweeping the material to the side, finally allowing him entry.

His eyelashes fluttered on your neck, your hand cupping his jaw, pulling his face closer. Eyes finally locking onto his for a moment before Taeil pressed his lips back to yours. The pulpy flesh moving in a rhythmic time, until he pushed two of his fingers forward, lodging them deep into you. A gasp separated your lips from Taeil, the fragile sound splintering into the air as Taeil pressed his digits somehow deeper. You felt as though he were becoming apart of you, his breath coating your features, the contact making you feel lightheaded. His fingers began moving at a subtle tempo, one you were almost sick of immediately, you needed more. You brought one of your hands down, fingers wrapping around his wrist, trying to somehow convince him to speed up. Instead, you felt his gaze grow more intense, chuckle falling from his lips, voice melting into the atmosphere.

‘Let go baby, I got it.’ He whispered despite it being just the two of you, and somehow, the quietness of his words made it feel more special.

You did as he said, pulling your hand back and returning it to his shoulder. For a moment you weren’t convinced he would have listened, that perhaps this tempo was to merely torture you further but gradually, he began to pick up his pace. Moving his fingers back and forth, a deep pool of need expanding in your stomach. Deep inside, you could feel every ridge of his fingers as they moved much quicker. And once Taeil had built up a sustainable tempo, he pressed another finger deep within you. Chest burning from the tightness you felt below, mind slipping into a haze. Your grip on his shoulders loosened slightly, moans continuously pouring from your lips, the sound encouraging the man above. After a particularly loud groan, Taeil twisted his hand, moving his thumb to press down against the top of your heat, where most of your nerves lay. The pressure of him filling you up and pulling back as he heaved heavy breathes against your ear was almost too much.

Taeil pressed his thumb down, much harder the second time, a pit of warmth rolling in your stomach. You almost felt yourself slip over the edge, the snowball of arousal threatening to unfold. Whimpers bubbled into the air, Taeil lifted his head slightly to smother the sounds with his own lips. His free hand coming up, soothing over your hair, fingers threading through the locks as his fingers below reached a depth they hadn’t before. Hooking deep within until they found a spot that pulled an almost scream from your throat. You felt Taeil smile into the kiss, pulling back slightly as his tempo somehow quickened even more. A deep haze coating your mind, the crackling moans becoming no more than squeaks, your body shaking slightly. Taeil seemed to understand the effect he was having, keeping the vicious speed and pressing another kiss onto your neck. The motion of his lips against your throat pushing you over the edge, making you crumble to pieces. Your lips parted, air pouring out but no sound able to be made, legs almost convulsing around his waist. Taeil moved back up slightly, softly pressing his lips to yours, empty breathes pouring from your mouth to his. Damp hair from above dangling down onto your forehead, his fingers still lodged inside.

Finally, he pulled his digits from there almost habitual place inside of you. An emptiness pooling below, your chest rising and falling as you tried to piece yourself together. Taeil near collapsed atop your body, fingers still soothing your hair, waiting for you to calm down slightly. Only when your breath had slowed and wasn’t ricocheting off the walls did he speak.

‘You good?’

‘Yeah.’ You breathed, still trying desperately to catch your breath.

‘You sure?’ He reaffirmed.

All you could manage was a mere nod, eyes glancing up at Taeil. His expression seemed stable, gaze attaching itself to yours as his hands drifted down to grab your waist. Fingers dancing upon the skin for a moment before his grip tightened.

‘Okay, good.’ He mumbled rather quietly, voice trailing off as he lifted your body. Switching your positions so that you were laying atop him, legs either side of his waist. Your hair fell into his face, hands hitching onto the sofa, so you could lean upward slightly. Your stomach began throbbing once more, Taeil gripping your hips as he called out another order.

‘Take your panties off and sit up,’

You followed his words immediately, pulling your chest from his and sliding your underwear down your legs. The material slightly slick from what had occurred before. Once your legs lay bare, you pulled yourself upward and sat down on Taeil’s waist. You could feel the tightness of his jeans pressing to your heat, another bout of tautness rolling in your chest. His hands kept to your hips, but his fingers began pulling you upward slightly. You couldn’t quite understand it and so, he spoke again.

‘Up, up here.’ Taeil muttered rather breathlessly, bringing one hand away from your waist to gesture to his lips. It took yet another moment before you could understand and when you did, another roll of tightness came over your loin. The idea of sitting up there, where he was gesturing was both exhilarating and terrifying.

‘You’re sure?’ You asked feebly.

‘Of course,’ Taeil said, voice lined with confidence, ‘as long as you’re okay with it.’ He added with a glimmer of a softer tone.

‘Of course.’ You mimicked, smiling down at him as you allowed his hands to guide you. His fingers keeping firm on your skin as your legs inched up his body, trailing over his form, chest still heaving. With each breath and each slight movement, you grew closer to where Taeil had asked you to sit. Once you had reached the higher part of his chest, Taeil lifted his hands from your hips, bringing them to entangle around yours. The contact gave you a comfortability you hadn’t felt before and wrangled out enough confidence for you to lift yourself upward. Thighs parting, your intertwined hands guiding you up more, until your bare heat hovered atop of his face. You felt a gush of embarrassment wash through your body; you had never been in this position with anyone, let alone someone who had been your friend for years. Yet although there was embarrassment, there wasn’t uncertainty running through you and so, finally, you placed yourself down.

You kept your eyes ahead, too afraid to peer below, leaving your body helpless, waiting for any motion to take over. The first thing you felt was the slight pressure from his nose, the soft feature brushing upon the tip of your heat, nuzzling in slightly before Taeil found a comfortable position. Hooking your interlocked hands onto your hips, pushing them down to a certain extent before he locked his lips around your heat. Your thighs jolted when the sudden wetness heaped over your entrance, a stifled groan throwing itself out into the air. Your hands shaking slightly as Taeil smoothed his thumb over your digits. He waited for a moment, allowing you to grow comfortable. The shaking slowing down before he parted his lips and pressed his tongue flat against you.

Another groan poured from your lips, hands growing restless in their place. Somehow, you unravelled your fingers from his, drifting away until they came to thread through his hair. Digits tugging at the locks every time he made a movement below. Now that your hands were separate, Taeil was able to properly hold your body in place. Clasping onto your hips, nails digging into the flesh as he continued his barrage on your slick heat. The wet muscle lapping up at the juices that he was pulling from inside of you. He relentlessly kept on with his attacks, nestling his face further in until his tongue latched onto your entrance, prodding inward until once again, he entered you.

Your eyes scrunched shut, toes curling and body nearly collapsing. You pulled his hair tighter, heat throbbing below as somehow, Taeil pushed himself further inward. Top lip pressing to your clit, nails scraping at your hips. The intensity was much more apparent than it had been before, a tight, familiar ball beginning to roll in your lower stomach. You panted loudly, attempting to keep some kind of composure, but as Taeil pulled his tongue back and began to wrap his lips around every part of your heat, any serenity fled. Chaste kisses littered every fold of your core, his tongue dipping in and out, nuzzling inward almost viciously.

With every movement he made, your body began needing more. Fingering hauling his hair, urging him to move quicker, to make more movements. You felt his nails dig further into your hip, likely creating splits in the skin but it only added to the growing friction in your stomach. His nose brushed against the tip of your heat once again, a loud moan emitting from your mouth, only spurring Taeil on. His lips enclosed around the little nub, sucking on it as obscene sounds radiated around the room. The vulgar noises adding on to the warmth that pooled in your core, Taeil still barraging your senses below until they all blurred into one. Your fingers helplessly latching onto his hair, his hands on your waist, your vision hazing as you felt yourself let go. Body quivering as Taeil continued to lap up the wetness that dashed down onto his lips. Persisting as the shaking slowed down, your back arching slightly as Taeil finally loosened his grip on your hips. Giving you enough leniency to lean back, catching your breath once more, chest burning, thighs almost clamping around his bare shoulders. Your thumb brushed through his hair, giving him some sort of signal that you were able to move.

Lifting one leg from over him, your body nearly collapsing from that mere movement. You allowed yourself to fall onto his chest, Taeil lifting his chin and placing it atop yours. In that position, you were able to hear his heartbeat, and with your leg hooked over his waist, you could feel the hardening stiffness beneath his jeans. As Taeil ghosted his fingertips over your figure, you bevelled your leg down on his crotch. Feeling his squirm slightly, his fingers still trailing down your body, undeterred from your movements. You tried once more, knee digging between his legs, his fingertips dipping against your hips before his motions stopped completely. At first you had thought he would react to your teasing but instead, he silenced for a moment and then spoke.

‘You’re bleeding.’ Taeil stated quietly, moving his fingers against your waist again. You craned your head to the side, peering downward at your naked legs, glancing to your hip where a litter of blood lay. For some reason, knowing that Taeil had drawn it from you was comforting, slightly arousing even. You pulled back your other leg, so you could press your thighs together, an ache burning between them. Eyes keeping to your hip where Taeil’s hand lay, fingers swirling the blood in different shapes, the crimson becoming tacky.

‘It’s fine, I’m fine, really.’ You murmured, hand flowing upward to rest against his chest. Fingertips smoothing over his skin until he began to wriggle beneath your weight.

‘Let me clean it up.’ Taeil whispered lowly, his voice much deeper than it usually was. The raspy tone sending a bout of shivers through your nerves, his fingers delicately tracing your flesh as he began to move himself. Lifting his stature from beneath yours, twisting slightly so he was again, hovering above you. His hands holding onto your waist, his body descending until his head came to be level with your hips. You burrowed the back of your head into the sofa, eyes narrowly peering down to watch Taeil as he connected his tongue with your hip. The muscle swiped against your flesh, wiping the drying blood. You lay motionless, merely watching as he licked the vermillion, leaving a stream of his saliva in its place, though you didn’t particularly mind.

Taeil placed his lips upon your hipbone, leaving a fleeting kiss. Moving up your body as he continued kissing, his lips making contact with every part of your figure. The wetness moving across your skin and again, between your tightened thighs. As he moved back toward your face, his hands swept beneath your loose pyjama shirt. Rolling it as he went, reaching your chest where underneath lay your bare breasts. He looked upward before pulling it from you entirely, watching as you merely closed your eyes in partial bliss. Taeil smiled to himself, lifting the material off your body. His hands continued to trace over your skin, feeling out over the flesh on your chest, his lips high enough to reach your neck. Small dotted kisses being left against your throat, one of his hands coming up to gently hold your neck in place. His hold growing slightly tighter as his waist came to meet yours, his length hard inside his jeans, the member flush against your heat. You groaned, wordlessly telling him to continue. And he did.

Lifting his lips from your neck and pressing them upon your mouth. Swallowing the muffled moans that sprayed from you, his hands disappearing. You waited for a moment until you felt him unbutton his jeans, tugging the denim down his legs, all the while he tried to kiss you. A stifled chuckle blurted from your mouth, Taeil finally kicking his jeans off along with his boxers. His hand coming up and covering your mouth, cutting off the small amount of giggling that was coming from it. He left it there for a moment, until it seemed certain that you wouldn’t laugh again. Gradually, he moved his hand, leaning forward to replace it with his lips. Keeping one hand up near your face, dipping one down to position himself nearer your entrance.

Taeil leant back, ‘Okay?’

‘Okay.’ You repeated, nodding as Taeil let his forehead drop down to rest against yours. A slight glean of sweat lingering between the touch, his breath fanning your face before he moved upward slightly to leave a kiss upon your nose. His hand kept to your throat, holding it tighter now as he pushed forward, bringing his member into your core. A deep pressure applying in your heat as Taeil held himself still for a moment, allowing you to relish in the feeling of him being within you. He lifted his fingers and traced the outline of your lips, the tips of his digits somewhat slick with your wetness. In mere automatic reaction, you parted your lips, allowing Taeil to slip his index finger inside. The digit spreading over your tongue, miraging your own savour on your taste buds. Taeil pushed his finger deeper into your mouth, your body clenching in response, causing a moan to fall from his lips. Only when you had clamped around him did he pull his finger back and return to think about rutting his hips.

He began at a snails pace, almost not moving them at all, but just enough that you could tell he was. His hand moved back down to hold your throat, applying a slight pressure as he set about creating a soft tempo. His hips moving back a little before he snapped them back to meet yours. It felt painful. Having a small taste of what it felt like but not getting the full thing. A cracked sigh bubbled from your strangled throat, hands trailing down to Taeil’s hips. Grabbing them tenderly, trying to get him to speed up but instead, it had almost the opposite effect. He removed his hand from your neck, leaving the skin cold and lonely. Latching onto both of your wrists and placing your arms above your head. You began to pant, partially vexed that he had taken your ability to touch him away, but a little stimulated that he’d had the confidence to do such a thing.

‘Keep them there.’ Taeil almost barked, his voice raspy and stern like you’d never heard it. All you could do was nod along to his words, even if you were planning to disobey his orders later.

Only when he saw that you were playing along did he decide to continue. Returning his grip to your throat and using his other hand to hold your waist in place. He grappled your hipbone, lifting it slightly to give himself a better angle. Pressing himself inward at a rate that was new and daring, a sudden flush of heat wrangling through like as though it were a tsunami. His member dug into you, pushing itself to a depth Taeil hadn’t been able to reach with his fingers or tongue. Feeling out each furrow of your heat, curling around the walls and burrowing himself in. He hauled your hip up higher, almost gesturing for you to lift yourself up, all the while leaving you helpless without the help of your hands. Between heavy breathes, you hitched your legs up higher on his body. Almost hooking one over his shoulder, Taeil clasping onto it to keep it in place. He gritted his teeth at the new position and impelled himself forward. Building up a cadence that was much quicker than before. He did it as such velocity that you were almost afraid you would pass out at first. Your mind clouded with dizziness and pleasure, thoughts scrabbled as Taeil sped up further.

Moans filling the room, your voice higher in pitch as whimpers fell from yours lips. The sounds almost like pained mewls coming from a helpless animal although they were near inaudible beneath the profanities that slipped from Taeil.

‘Fuck, oh, fuck, fucking Jesus Christ.’

You wanted so badly to reach down and tangle your digits in his hair, to clasp onto his jaw and bring his lips to yours. And with every jut of his hips it became more tedious not to reach down. Taeil continued his rampage, head falling into the crook of your neck as he reached a particular angle that set your entire body alight. You couldn’t hold it anymore and so, you reached down to hold him. Hands rushing in a fumbled mess, jumping through strands of his hair, tugging only slightly but enough for him to realise. His head raised from its place against your throat, his hands shooting upward and grabbing yours from within his hair. You were trying desperately to keep your legs in their place, while Taeil gripped your wrists with all the energy he had left.

‘Taeil, please.’

‘I said, keep them there.’ He repeated coldly.

‘Please, please,’ you groaned, leaning in to whisper the words into his ear. Lips brushing against the shell of his ear, a broken moan splitting from his mouth. ‘Taeil please, I just want to touch you.’

With another moan, Taeil let go of your wrists. Moving his hands back to gripping your legs, lifting them even higher somehow, pushing his member nearly too deep inside you. A near scream parted your lips, hands shooting downward to latch onto his shoulders for firmness. You held on as Taeil went back to recreating his previous tempo, hips bucking down to pin yours to the leather of the sofa. His lips partially pressed to your cheek, hands gripping your legs with a vicious tightness, though his thumbs still soothed over the skin. Each thrust amounting to bring you closer to the edge, Taeil bringing his face back against your throat. His mouth opening and teeth coming down around the supple flesh, pressure tightening as his thrusts became slackened and tired. You knew he was to come undone and so you lifted a hand, bringing it to hold his jaw. Fingers smoothing over the droplets of sweat that culminated there.

His hips burrowed down onto yours, his stature stiffening before his teeth clamped down further. Your neck almost burnt with the pain, body alight with each sense being barraged with pleasure and pain, the two feelings stirred together in an intoxicating mixture. Your core clamped down on him once more, pushing him over the edge all of a sudden. More expletives pouring from his lips, the words loud and crass in your ear. His body went limp for a moment, lips drawing back from your throat. Panting filling the room, your chest burning as finally, Taeil lifted himself from atop your figure. His member drew back from your heat, another stint of emptiness pooling where he once lay. Your hand drifted from his jaw to your stomach, hovering over where he had pushed himself moments before. You watched as Taeil panted, trying hopelessly to catch his breath. Slotting himself on the sofa beside you, hooking half your body on top of his. Your bare leg covering his waist, the heat of the room replacing any need for a blanket.

Your cheeks meshed together, slick from sweat, your hand resting on his chest. Feeling as its heaving slowed until his heartbeat was almost normal again. You pulled your head back slightly, so you could take a better look at him. How his eyelashes seemed longer in the low light of the room, how his skin seemed to glow a golden tone. How beautiful he was. Your hand pulled itself up almost automatically, tracing over his lips. Drifting across each one of his features and Taeil moved to lay on his side so he could watch you do so. Merely smiling as you continued with your movements.

Only when you had curled your fingertips over each one of the features did you finally feel the itching need to speak, to break the peaceful silence.

‘So, what do we do now?’ You called out rather loudly into the serenity of the room, Taeil smiling upward at you as you spoke. As though your voice was the only thing he ever wanted to hear again. Your fingers went back to tracing small shapes into his jaw as he answered.

‘I, think, I think I should probably take you on a real date now,’ he suggested, less confidently that he had spoke earlier. You raised your eyebrows, finger crawling to a stop on his skin. Taeil began to grow nervous, ‘Or, we should at least build that fort.’ He smiled.

‘Was this all a ploy to get me on a date with you?’ Your voice blurted out, more serious than you had intended, a chuckle pouring out toward the end to soften the blow.

‘What, no, no, I mean,’

‘I wouldn’t have minded,’ you beamed, fingers returning to soothe over his cheeks, curling around his lips. His eyes loosened to appear doe, his body calming and melting into your touch, his arm coming to entwine around your waist. You smiled wider at the comfortability, ‘It’d have been a good ploy.’

‘It wasn’t, you know that?’ He partially asked.

‘I know, c’mon, let’s discuss this date tomorrow, I’m tired.’ You said tenderly, bringing your head atop his chest, and closing your eyes. Even without seeing him, you could almost feel the smile growing on Taeil’s mouth, his arms cradling your figure.

‘Okay princess.’ He mumbled, his heartbeat loud in your ear, his presence surrounding you. You listened as it slowed, and the room slowly began to fill with his gentle snores. Your mind clouding over with sleep as the sounds of his companionship comforted you to slumber.

#moon taeil #moon taeil scenarios #moon taeil smut #moon taeil imagines #nct #nct 127 #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 smut #nct smut #lee taeyong #johnny seo #jung jaehyun #nakamoto yuta #mark lee #kim jungwoo #kim doyoung #dong sicheng #nct winwin

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Jurassic Emblem-Chapter 10

Scales are quite tricky to draw. Anyhow, there’s the second boss of the game!

Nifl was a cold, desolate land of snow,bones,ice,and blood. Frozen blood. It wasn’t quite the Kirby-esque happy place you’d thought it would be, after the Nifl-Muspell incident where Askran forces killed off warped versions of video-game protagonists and The elder Nifl princess Guunthra being roasted alive like some yummy Barbie-Cute pork. And the situation got particularly better when the sun-dragon Helios was frozen solid, condemning the whole area into everlasting night.

At least the stars and moon looked very charming and exquisite, white stellar bodies illuminating the aqua-blue sky.

Blue and Lucina were marching through the snow, huddling each other for thermal radiation. Blue, having grown up on a tropical island for much of her life, had borrowed Lucina’s scarf and cape for extra warmth(don’t get into that frappucino debate on feathers please). Lucina, having grown up in a desert country with enough rainfall to sustain a 15m-tall scythe-wielding flesh golem, found it rather uncomfortable trekking through the snow. Ryukami the mosasaurus had stayed behind at the ice-floes to catch up on some Nisioisin novels.

The raptors were marching onwards to the north of Nifl, sometimes passing by some shrubs and frost-covered rocks. Just when Lucina thought things were getting rather monotonous, she saw something rustle out of the bushes. Blue took notice as well and saw what appeared to be a penguin-like bird with white spots on its face waddling in a panicked manner before a fox-squirrel thing pounced on it and tore apart its head from its socket, crimson blood and pieces of esophagus and vocal cord spilling out unto the snow and dying it red. Blue and Lucina were eyeing the fox-squirrel as it dug heavy mitten-like foreclaws into the bird’s torso and stringy pink intestines splooged out. Lucina decided to look away and went on her way. Blue paid no attention to the carnage after that as well.

“That was a Repenomamus devouring a Great Auk,” Blue explained. “The world where I from, InGen didn’t simply revived dinosaurs, they brought back Paleozoic and Cenozoic fauna as well. Although if I were you, I wouldn’t dare pet a reppy.”

“Why? Are they dangerous?” Lucina asked. Blue can easily tell right off the bat that humans like Lucina had a profound desire to prod and hold small,furry mammals.

“Oh yes. Reppies are one mammal you do NOT want to pet; despite looking like a Pomeranian with mole-claws, they WILL try to eviscerate you; for a mammal from the Mesozoic they are quite big enough to eat small dinosaurs.”

“Hmm? I assumed mammals evolved after the demise of the giant lizards.”

“Actually, they co-existed with the dinosaurs, though they were bit characters in a world dominated by reptiles bursting with presence and charisma. Repenomamus was the biggest furry during its time, but most of its kin were barely any bigger than an Amiibo figure.”

“And that penguin-looking bird?”

“Uh-huh. That great auk was NOT a penguin-it’s actually more closely related to puffins than to the famous diving birds south of the Equator. Although, it was the the only auk that converted its flight power to swimming power completely, and those damn humans wiped its existence off the face of the Earth.”

“You know quite a lot about animals before the dawn of man, don’t you?” Lucina commented.

“I’m a creature from before man myself, though I wouldn’t be too surprised if InGen resurrected species routed by humanity, like the dodo and the gastric mouth-brooding frog.” Blue replied.

“Come to think of it, isn’t it harder to clone a mammal than say, a reptile or a fish?”

“Yes, Henry Wu of InGen has cloned mammals occasionally, but found it quite tedious because mammalian red cells do not have nuclei, where the DNA are located. You would need to find white cells, which are much less common than their red counterparts in a ratio of 2 to 12.”

“Reptiles and birds, on the other hand, have nuclei within their red blood cells, and Henry Wu is a genius when it comes to manipulating DNA.” Blue explained, frowning.

“Who is this Henry Wu that you speak of ?”

“Why, as a human being, Dr.Henry Wu is a tacky SOB who creates red-eyed, mangled-toothed fatherfuckers and is considered a most dangerous man with the most dangerous technology in the sad history of humanity. He attempted to use my blood to create a line of Indoraptors to sell off for military purposes.”

Seems Wu sounds a LOT like that sperm-slurper Validar, Lucina grimly thought.

The two of them chatted like this for the entirely of their walk until they reached Nifl Castle.

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Blue and Lucina had arrived at the castle of Nifl, but they were no guards to greet them. Well they were guards present-but they were frozen solid, and clusters of repenomamuses were busily gnawing away at the frozen body cavities.

I guess a species changes its behavior accordingly to the environment, Blue though as she and her partner pushed the gates open. They went inside the interior and up the stairs.

“Something tells me the weather outside isn’t the reason those soldiers were icicles,” Lucina said, walking behind Blue.”Would it be a bad idea to go into the kitchen wing and grab some potions for the upcoming boss fight?”

The charcoal velociraptor sniffed the solid,icy air. It stinged her nose. “I don’t see why not,” she answered. “though if you see some ANY creature, reppy or not, attacking you, don’t hesitate to knock their heads off.”

Blue waited at the second floor while Lucina brisky walked to the the kitchen downstairs. A few minutes later, she was back.

“Are you ready for certain? During the boss-fight there will be no pee-pee breaks, and no daddy in white shining armor with a shotgun and a motorbike crashing through the windows to save either of us. Understood?” Blue interviewed.

“No need for any of that,” Lucina replied. “Let’s get this over with. I feel as though my body is becoming a gelato cone.”

“Good. If my nose knows, she is just around the corner. Follow me.” the raptors headed to the corridor on the right and came across a door that read “Hrid’s Room: Out for Lunch”. They entered.

“Ugh. That was the fifth time someone has stepped in without my consent,” an icy voice hissed. “Do any of you thin-telligent organisms register the concept of knocking?”

A woman was lounging on an oblong bed spotted with various books. But not a regular woman. Her lower half was that of a boa’s, turquoise-green with purple stripes, and covered with icicles.Her hair-piece were icicles as well, and her Victorian-style corset colored electric blue and black made the entire “cool” effect perfect,considering her expressions suggested otherwise.

“What do you bipeds want?” The snake woman demanded. “Did you interrupt my inspirational reading just so you can become like those popsicles outside?”

“We just want to talk,” Lucina answered.

The snake snorted. “Don’t be honest with me, be honest with you. What you really came here for is my bloody limp body that you can use to nail onto this country’s gates like a crooked Christmas decoration. Is that it, O Exalted Princess?

“Why did you freeze the sun-god? Do you recognize the biblical effects the entire world will face?” Blue questioned, her face contorting in defense for her friend.

“Let me tell you this,” the Victorian boa began. “I am the future best-selling novelist Basilice, and I sincerely have no desire to kill you. But my mistress Sha’Rad Yuwi denied my request and forced to to sacrifice my writing skills for combative means. My writing may be on hold, but my mind is certainly not. Exalted Princess, have you ever actually considered the misery of your foes that killed them because you desired to make “everyone happy”?”

“.....You can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs,” Lucina replied.

“ ‘I want everyone to be happy,’ ‘let’s end all suffering in the world,’ those are lines that make me want to vomit out the Niflites I ate yesterday. Those are the shallow,one-dimensional philosophies of idiotic eukaryotes who do not face reality.” Basilice sputtered out. “The light is full of lies, lies! People willingly bask in the glory of light so they never again have to experience the truth of the darkness below! Light is harmful, harmful! And not just the fact that overdosing on UV light promotes cancer on light skin. Do any of you bipeds know anything at all about plants other than the vascular system in high-school?”

“When plants grow, they break down soil to suit their roots for sufficient nutrient intake,” Blue raised her hand in reply.

“Precisely! Around 400 million years ago, during the Devonian period, mosses and ferns were starting to grow onto rocks near the coastlines, and inevitably, these early pioneers of the new world crumbled the rock into fine soil which washed out into the sea over thousand of years, and do you know what happened? Vertebrates started choking! Fishes here and there had no idea how to cope with this influx of mud particles from the land, their gills clogged with minerals. This, combined with volcanic eruptions, consumed all the available oxygen in the water and there were massive, massive, casualties everywhere! Because fishes and run-off from terrestrial photosynthesis do not go well together! This catastrophe makes your petty carnage across Jurassic Park and Fire Emblem look like a squabble between toddlers in comparison. And you little humans use the opportunity to view more serious issues as a excuse to lounge in your chairs eating chicken nuggets.”

“So I killed him! I killed that sick son of a bitch Helios because he’s a major liar, and I’m going to teach everyone that people deserve bad endings, everyone!” Basilice took out her Dragonstone. “And if you girls are truly good character down to the nRNA sequence, you might be spared and see everyone in the world smothered in the darkness that is free of any lies! No more pain, no more sadness!”

Blue and Lucina prepared their weapons. “Let’s fight!”

#jurassic emblem #fire emblem heroes #jurassic world #blucina #blue(jurassic world)#lucina #basilice #fire emblem #fanfiction #nifl #and you thought plants were the good guys during AP biology in high school

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klance-fic-central · 6 years

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My Top 10 Favorite Klance Fics

So, I promised this a week ago for hitting 200 followers, then thanksgiving hit and while I was at home I have gained almost 200 more followers. Welcome to all of you new beautiful people and I apologize for the delay on this and answering asks. I’m working on the asks that I have and I’m going to post them after I finish finals. So, if someone wants to ask for recommendations, do it now and I’ll answer them all in two weeks.

This list will be in reverse order so my favorite fic is on the bottom. All of these works are amazing and if you haven't seen one, I HIGHLY recommend you read them. A lot of them have been recommended on here before, but this list will contain works that are in progress because I love them so much. Well anyway, here’s my top 10 favorite klance fics.

10) From Across the Platform | By: foxsmouler | Ongoing | 107,008 words | Mature

On one seemingly normal day, on his commute to work, Keith notices a rather eccentric-looking guy across the way on the opposite platform, they make awkward eye-contact and suddenly everything in Keith's life changes. Keith doesn't like change.

A.K.A a story about how Keith reluctantly learns to have faith in mankind again.

Notes:

This fic is almost entirely fluff and its the greatest when you just want something sweet instead of angst. Its a modern fic and is worth the read when you need a pick me up. A lot of the later chapters, I feel, can be read as one shots. So, if you find that you want to stop reading its easy to do.

9) Dear Keith | By: Redjay27 | Completed | 71,995 words | Teen & Up Audiences

Keith receives a mysterious note in the mail. There's nothing written on the envelope but his name. When he reads it he learns of some guy named Lance who is writing to Keith to tell him the story of how he messed everything up. Lance is distraught after he is left all alone after his big screw up. To ease the pain, he writes a letter to a made up person...or so he thought. Keith was just a name he picked randomly but when mysterious drawings start appearing in his dorm room, depicting scenes that he's written about, he starts to think Keith might not be just a figment of his imagination.

Notes:

I love this fic, but had one problem with it. I wasn't a big fan of the epilogue, like at all. If you read everything, but the epilogue its a fantastic piece, but because of the epilogue that's why it’s a little lower on this list. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, just didn't like that epilogue.

8) Web of Sins | By: charlotteXOyates | Ongoing | 70,791 words | Explicit

Stripper!Lance AU: Keith is a hardworking college student who is devoted to spending all of his time studying to become a pediatrician; so it sounds ridiculous to him when Shiro and Matt suggest he's working TOO hard. After a bit of peer pressuring, they finally convince Keith to check out a gay strip club called "The Web of Sins" in order to relieve his stress.

At first he goes just to make them happy, but upon meeting a seductive young man who just so happens to be the club's most popular stripper named Lance, he begins to get drawn into the Web. Only, Keith has no idea what sort of demons lie hidden in the twilight that is Lance's past...and he has no idea how closely they follow.

Your mistakes create a web of sins around you, and once you're too caught in it...you can never escape.

...not on your own, that is.

WARNING: This fic starts out relatively light-hearted and cute, but if you didn't look at the tags(you should ALWAYS look at the tags), let me warn you now that stuff will get significantly darker, eventually. I promise that none of the dark stuff is ever glorified; this is not a kinky story. This is a story of two boys trying to overcome the dark past, together.

Notes:

So, this is an ongoing fic not a lot of people know about and its so flipping good. The first part just finished up, but this fic has so much potential and I just know that the author is gonna do an amazing job with this. It’s one of those really good smut with plot stories that are actually insanely good.

Kadochrome

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HoddieMaine

Ninke_A

| Completed | 55,526 words | Explicit Keith has been at a loss for a while now. His job is terrible, his passion for photography has waned, and his pseudo brother has moved to some little town and keeps insisting he visit.

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Fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff with a little tiny bit of angst.

6) There’s Trust in These Wings | By: zeerogue | Ongoing | 134,258 words | Explicit

For generations the Ice Masters of Altea and the Fire Masters of Ko-gane had been warring over the lands that divided them until a new enemy in the west rose to power. Uncertain of their chances fighting two wars at once, a treaty is made to end the battle between Masters and have them join as allies. And what better way to become allies than through marriage. Keith trusts Prince Shiro's choice in marrying the Altean heir, and if anything was to go wrong, he has sworn to protect the third Ko prince, but the Alteans seem to be more dangerous in diplomacy than they ever were on the battlefield. Luckily, Princess Allura has a protector of her own who might be the only ally Keith has in his new home. Even if he is insufferable.

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This is such an amazing story. It’s ongoing, but its 100% worth reading as it’s released.

5) A Cradle of Flesh and Bone | By: bffimagine | Completed | 70,773 words | Mature

He was born with a misshapen, malformed heart. They tried to fix it, but the complications left him with the kinds of scars that meant he wasn't expected to survive until his thirtieth birthday. He's still got dreams--one day, he would be a doctor--but someone has to give up their heart for him to make it. Sure, he was sick, but he wasn't down and he certainly wasn't out for the count.

At least, not yet.

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Keith Kogane was the star of Altea University's medical school. He was destined to be the greatest surgeon of his generation, and probably for generations to come.

Well, until he dropped out, anyway.

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All I can say is, keep tissues next to you as you read this, you’ll need them.

4) Hearts Dont Break Around Here | By: klancekorner | Ongoing | 51,714 words | Mature

Keith chuckles softly at Lance’s faded face in the old photo. He was still a little chubby, couldn’t be more than eleven years old, but nevertheless had his arms slung over the shoulders of two pretty, giggling girls. The smug grin on his face is dazzling. Keith wonders how Lance, to this day, manages to make it look so believable.

Or, Lance and Keith have been best friends since first grade. Lance’s brain is always on overdrive and Keith’s blunt, realistic ass can never keep up. They both come to realize that sometimes you can learn a lot about loving yourself by loving someone else.

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LET ME TELL YOU, you have to read this. If there is one fic that I would tell you to seriously read, its this one or Lion’s Chain. That’s all I’m gonna say, go read it and you’ll see why it’s this high on this list. You will not be disappointed.

3) Follow My Lead | By: klancekorner | Completed | 114,261 words | Mature

Becoming “hook-up buddies” with Lance Sanchez was just supposed to be a small, insignificant fraction of Keith’s life. But of course, things don’t work out that way at all.

aka a Friends w/ Benefits AU that nobody asked for where Lance wears sleeveless hoodies, plays basketball in abandoned parking lots, and follows his dreams, and Keith comes from a high class, reputable family who never let him have any dreams of his own. They go home with each other and don't expect it to matter until it totally does.

Keith POV and Lance POV

Notes:

This fic, my lord, I have sinned. This is easily the greatest smut with plot fic out there and at this point I’m sure many of you have read this. Honestly, I almost put it in the number two spot, but I didn’t only because I read Let Me Catch My Breath first, that is literally the only reason. It’s a modern AU with rich boy Keith and aspiring Basketball player Lance. God the heartbreak is real. Klancekorner you are the goddess of fanfiction in my eyes, keep it up. <3

2) Let Me Catch My Breath | By: Smiles4Voltron | Completed | 228,919 Words | Mature

So, Lance has to fight five champions of an alien race to save Keith- wouldn't sound too hard if he wasn't blind from an injury at that very moment. Oh, and did he mention that if he doesn't defeat the five then Keith is given to them like some prize? Some delicious little prize that they will most likely do whatever they please with?

Left to fend for themselves, blinded and injured, two unlikely Paladins must work together to survive. Tensions get high with horrid creatures, a determined assassinator, and their growing attraction to the other. So, both a frustrating tension and sexual one, huh? Or could you consider those the same thing?

Notes:

So, this was one of my first Klance stories. I joined the fandom in like February this year and this was one of the first fics I read. Obviously it holds a special place in my heart, but it’s a beautiful piece. Its a crash landing scenario on an alien planet gone wrong in my opinion and its great.

1) Lion’s Chain | By: Luna_Vulpes | Ongoing | 241,680 words | Teen & Up Audiences

Keith is returning from deployment overseas, officially released from duty in the military. However, his first stop back in the states isn’t the place he expected to be - the funeral of his military partner Miguel McClain. There he meets Lance, the younger brother of the fallen soldier, along with the other grieving members of the McClain family. Unsure of the next steps in his life and unable to separate his military and civilian life, Keith looks to the one place he can even consider home - the family Miguel loved and left behind.

Using group therapy, meeting new people, and becoming closer with the McClain family, Keith tries to put his life back together and live past the tragedy of losing his best friend. In turn, he grows a bond with Lance and realizes that maybe Miguel was right along - the two seemed made for each other.

Notes:

This is my favorite fic for many reasons. The writing is beautiful, but the best part about it is the journey. The emotions this fic will make you feel and just the journey this author takes these characters on is a fantastic one. This is one of those fics I see update and I drop everything I’m doing. It’s worth the wait for each new chapter and god I just love it so much.

#Voltron #Voltron legendary defender #fanfics #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfiction recommendations #fanfic recommendation #klance fic #LMCMB #Lions chain #Follow My lead #HDBAH #Klance #Laith #fluff #angst #top 10

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Holly afoot

She shifted the bundle on her back, gazing down deeper and deeper into the cave. “So you say your buddies were dragged over this way?” She glanced back at the young boy clutching his scarf closer to his person.

The child nodded. “Uh-huh. The bogyman took them.” He whimpered.

Holly kicked idly at the entrance of the cave. She glanced down at the child with a sigh. “Did you tell their mommies and daddies?” She tilted her head. The child had been screaming wildly for aid in the woods, until Holly found him.

“No. I-I thought they'd be mad.” He whimpered.

Holly shook her head. “Oh gods no. They won’t be mad. They’ll be scared. All parents are scared when a child goes missing. But they can’t be mad.” She smiled.

“And I’m going to get your little friends back okay? So here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to call someone to come take you home. I want you to tell their parents what happened. And that you already got help.” She patted him on the shoulder while texting.

In a very short time, a ring of fire opened up from the ground. A winged man rose from the earth. A long set of horns curling back. It looked as though he’s just walked out of a cafe’. Apron tied around his waist, cream white shirt rolled up ad the bicep, and black dress pants. The logo on the apron read “The growling badger”

“Hey kid. Ready to go home?” The man smiled brightly.

“Are you a demon?” The child lit up. Instantly grabbing the mans wing and staring at it for quite a while.

“Yep. This nice lady summoned me to keep the bogyman away so you get home safe.” He patted the child on the back before shooting the woman a glare. “And she’d BETTER keep her end of the bargain.”

“Yeah yeah. Dinner with the annoyance. Can’t guarantee anything’ll happen but you have fun.” The woman waved him off. Once the boys were gone, she kicked away some of the debris from the mouth of the cave.

Just as she feared. It was something from beyond the rift. Slowly she made her way down into the cave. A sure fire sound made her very soul clench. Giggling. It sounded like it was from a grown man.

Making her way further, she found a ragged creature. Long, curly spines rose from it’s back. Blonde hair grew well past it’s face. It’s nose turned up into a permanent grin.

She could see both children, still safe. But only just. The thing had been feasting on a tender rabbit directly in front of them. The children were both clinging to one another crying.

“Fucking Gigglers.” The woman grumbled as she moved from her position. Startling the creature. “HEY! SHOO! Go on! Piss off!” She threw her shoulders back raising to full height. Making herself look that much bigger.

Generally, these things would scamper off at the sight of an adult. Too much of a risk to fight over a mere morsel. However. This individual apparently missed the memo.

The moment she challenged it, he sprung at her. Claws out. Holly tucked to the left, allowing it to harmlessly sail past. What she didn’t expect, was a second Giggler to lurch at her from nowhere.

It’s claws caught her ribs leaving a stinging series of gashes. She gave a grunt, reaching for the back of it’s neck and attempting to force it away from herself. Just in time for the first one to turn and take a swipe at her face.

Her glasses were knocked from her person, effectively leaving her sight lacking. That said, This wasn’t the first time those things had been knocked off in a fight. Holly glanced over the creatures as they barged against one another. Attempting to be the first to clamber to her.

Not a mated pair then. They worked together. These were probably a set of brothers. And there she was, invading their den. Holly rolled her shoulders, huffing. She could feel the sting from her lovely little gashes, they’d hinder her eventually.

Slowly, she turned so she was in between the children, and the beasts. Casting a glance over her shoulder. Speaking low to the pair. “I want you two to slowly make your way out of the cave. I’ll keep them busy. Run for town and don’t look back.”

She charged the creatures, sending them scampering in opposite directions. They turned on her, pincering her in between them, both her arms shot out in a T position gripping them by the throats. Ignoring the painful sting of their claws tearing the exposed flesh on her arms away systematically.

The moment the children were out. She smirked. “Right. Now. Who’s ready to get their ass beat?” Her arms lost their strength the moment she said that, dangling uselessly now.

“...Oh. There goes that then.” She glanced, unconcerned at the ragged bits of torn limbs. Oh they hurt. Raw pain crept up from her biceps to her shoulders. No matter. She’d patch herself up later.

She forced what was left of the muscle to move. Reeling back the one arm that would work and throwing a sloppy, weakened left hook for the nearest jaw. All of these things had a common weakness. A soft spot under the chin.

The blow landed, but it hardly had enough behind it to do any damage. Fine. Arms were out. And holding the fuckers back was a dumb move. She heaved a sigh. It was down to a kicking match then.

Lucky for her, these two beasts seamed to prefer a four legged stance. As opposed to two. Lashing out wildly with her feet, she found the creatures bounding back yelping. One launched himself at her.

She ducked but only a second too late, it connected at her shoulders. Pinning her to the ground. Holly’s left knee shot up. Slamming the creature in the groin. It let out a gasp. Rolling off her to the side.

She rolled to her belly. Thankful the other one was somewhat distracted. Heading to where the children had been to pull it’s catch elsewhere. When it didn’t find the children it turned on her. Pouncing on her from behind.

She braced a leg forward to support both their weight. Before pushing herself off and backwards, slamming the beast to the ground. The spines along it’s back were forced down onto the nerves they rested over. Knocking the wind from the nasty thing.

Sadly the first had recovered and lunged at her from the left. Her knee came up in a second attempt to disable it. It learned from the last time however, and kept her legs around it’s. Leaving her to drive her knee up and dislodge it from the hip.

She used the motion to straddle the creature. Awkwardly trying to maneuver a leg up to his chest. Once she got it, she pushed herself up, ignoring the clawing and biting it was doing in attempts to dislodge her. She lifted the leg and struck it out. Catching the soft point of the chin, knocking the thing unconscious.

Once that was over with she turned to the other. It cowered back and away from her, snarling in an unsure manner. “Oh no. You’re not getting out of this fucker.” She stalked towards it. Staggering slightly.

Oh she hurt. Her arms were starting to lose feeling, turning into that pinprick sensation just before lack of any input. A dull ache oozed down her leg. Accompanied by the hot feeling of blood pooling against denim. She’d need time to recover after this.

The creature turned tail and attempted to flee. She darted after it. Raming her hip into it’s shoulder and throwing a few wild kicks. One connected with the sweet spot. Leaving the monster helpless. She stood between them, contemplating.

Should she execute them now? Sell them to some handler so they can be useful to this world? Or take them to the family breeding facility and give them a shot as hunting companions?

Decisions decisions. And not enough time to make them. With a huff, she turned the brothers over with a foot. One could tell a lot about a Gordylide from it’s scars.

Gigglers were the lowest, most disgusting form of the Gordylide species. The only ones that preyed on their own kind. Particularly offspring. In that knowledge, she was hesitant to keep either.

Staring at the first brother. The one she’d initially seen. She could find patterns of scars lining it’s form. Marring it as a conflictive being. She sneered. This one would have picked a fight without it’s brother there. As there were many scars from adults on it’s chest and shoulders.

Pressing her foot on it’s neck, she applied steady pressure, before harshly applying her full weight in rhythms. Until she finally felt something crush under her foot. She’d have her demon friend come back and finish it off if the job wasn’t fully done later.

The second one, she eyed just as carefully. He lay still. Most of his scars were located on his rump and lower back. He was more the type to flee any conflict. More over, he was fairly clean of scars. In front.

He did bare several bite marks from what she guessed was his sibling. Some looked as though they were attempts to devour the sibling. She glowered, giving it another kick to the jaw. Preforming a series of awkward jumps, she managed to dislodge a crystal from her bodice and catch it in her teeth.

With an awkward series of mouth drawings, the beast was covered in spell patterns. Activating the moment she spat the charm out and spoke the trigger word. His form shimmered and vanished to the breeding Facility.

Finally, she lowered herself against the cave wall, huffing. She brought her knee up close enough to bite at her jeans and expose her ankle. A rune drawn on it’s surface lit up the moment it touched open air. “Henry’s place.” She sighed.

The same magic that transported the tame brother flickered over her form and dropped her directly into the decorative floor of Henry’s foyer.

The Vampire eyed her in surprise before folding his arms. “Really now. That’s my best rug.” He groaned.

“I’ll pay for the dry cleaning. The fuck are you doing up? It’s the middle of the day!”

A lower class demon ducked his head, leaving the building quite awkwardly as she spoke. The woman quirked a brow. “Henry~”

“Shut up. Or I will let you bleed out.” He replied, scooping her into his arms and heading for the stairs.

#Holly #Poorly described gore #Vampire #Demon #origional species

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Never In Fact Homeless (Part 4)

Author: Abby (amorluzymelodia)

Word Count: 1642

Warnings: homelessness, drug use, suicide mention, cursing, non-con (not necessarily rape but reader is not of a sound mind)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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A few hours later and you couldn’t have moved if you’d wanted to, you were too drugged up. Leo had given you a few uppers liked he’d said, and at first you’d remembered why you’d gotten into this in the first place. The high. It was all laughs and smiles and good vibes for a while until Leo shot something into your arm that made your skin crawl. Literally.

You saw maggots and worms crawling out of your skin and began scratching at your arms to get them off, but that only seemed to make them angrier, and more took their place. When you finally felt yourself coming down enough to calm down and tell yourself that what you were seeing wasn’t real, Leo approached you.

“Hey doll,” he slurred, drunk and high and everything in between. “Come ‘ere.” He took your hand and pulled you down a hallway, towards a back room with a bed, which he sat you down on. “Time to pay your fee.” He smiled a toothless grin at you and pushed you backward so you were laying on your back, with him over you. You couldn’t have stopped him if you’d wanted to. There were colors and shapes swirling around you, faceless creatures leering at you from the shadows, and truthfully you hardly noticed what Leo was doing to you, only his haphazard thrusts and weak grunts when he finished, landing on top of you with a huff.

You sat there for a moment, trying to decide if the man standing at the door was real or not. When his face morphed into a lizard you decided he wasn’t real and pushed Leo off of you, doing up your pants and making your way back into the main room, sitting down next to Marcus, who handed you a razor and began forming his own lines, indicating you should do the same. You had said you wouldn’t do heroin anymore, had promised yourself, and yet it was sitting in front of you, right for the taking. And your resolve was so low you couldn’t resist. So you snorted deeply, hoping the high would be a good one.

You were wrong. The maggots came back, this time with friends who burrowed into your skin. You could feel them chewing, hear them swallowing your flesh, leaving little holes behind. And it destroyed you. You scratched harder at your skin, digging in your nails when they didn’t go away, drawing blood. But the maggots fed off it, slurping it down and burrowing deeper. Something jumped out of the wall at you, passing through you and leaving you cold. Marcus was laughing too loud, scaring you. So when you couldn’t get the maggots off you picked up the razor in front of you and slashed at your wrist, hoping to drown them in your blood.

That was when you saw him. He was just a bright light but he was there, wings and all. And you cried out to him in anger and fear.

“Just kill me already!” you screamed, unaware of the tears rolling down your or the blood leaving your body. “Why are you doing this? Why did you save me? Was it to watch me suffer? To laugh at? Why?!”

He flashed bright white and vanished, which made you even more fearful oddly enough.

“Castiel!” You cried. “Castiel! Get back here you bastard!”

You tried to get up but fell over the table in front of you, knocking drugs and knows what else to the ground. You fell and could feel your head hit the ground, but wasn’t coherent enough to care. You saw him appear again, this time in his suit and trench coat and he tilted his head at you, looking concerned.

“I am sorry, Y/N,” he said. “I will fix this.”

“You’re not real!” you shouted as he reached out a hand to touch your forehead. “You’re not real…” but you were already drifting off, sleeping or into unconsciousness, you didn’t really care.

When you woke up your first thought was that your head didn’t hurt. Usually after a night like you would be in a lot of pain. But this morning there was none. That and the fact that warmth surrounded you and you could smell coffee led you to one thought.

You were dead.

It was the only explanation. Either you’d overdosed last night or Castiel was listening and had killed you. You weren’t sure if you were pleased about that, and if you truly were dead…where was the coffee coming from?

With that question in mind, you opened your eyes slowly, seeing not the ceiling of the dump you’d passed out in last night, but a plain concrete ceiling. Underneath you was a soft mattress and covering you were soft sheets and your head was placed on a comfortable pillow. The walls were bare but it was clearly a well-used room. There were flannels strewn around the room and the closet door was open to reveal even more flannels and what looked like a gray bathrobe. Where the hell were you?

Your question was answered however when none other than Sam Winchester walked through the door, causing your heart to race and you to shoot up in bed–you were surprised that that movement didn’t cause you to black out.

“Where the hell am I?” you demanded and Sam just sighed, placing a tray you only now noticed, containing juice, water, and waffles on the bedside table and sitting down next to you.

“You’re at our bunker,” he said calmly. “Castiel heard your prayer and when he found you he didn’t know what to do, so he brought you here.”

“I didn’t pray to him,” you hissed but Sam just shook his head.

“Well you must’ve or he wouldn’t have been able to hear you. He said you were pretty messed up when he found you. He wasn’t sure why but I’m willing to bet it was drugs,” he paused, his eyebrows raised. “Am I right?”

You grit your teeth and looked at your hands, startled when you realized the cuts from last night were nowhere to be seen, not even a scar. Just plain, pure skin.

“I had a bad trip,” you admitted shamefully. “It’s not the first time it’s happened.”

Sam just nodded and picked up the water, handing it to you and not looking away until you’d drank the whole glass.

“Well you’ve got Cas to thank for fixing your arms,” he said.

“What?” you asked, confused and Sam nodded.

“Cas said when he found you, you were bleeding and crying and shaking. I’m guessing your bad trip caused you to see some scary things huh?”

You just turned away from him and grabbed the plate of waffles. “Are these for me?” you asked and he nodded.

“Dean made ‘em. Seemed to think you looked a bit thin.”

You huffed a laugh around a mouthful of food. “Yeah well being homeless ain’t exactly the most nutritious way to live.”

You noticed Sam didn’t look uncomfortable at your mention of being homeless, which surprised you. Most of the time when the fact you were homeless came up with someone who wasn’t–church moms, volunteers at the shelter etc–their reactions were to look down in shame, like it was their fault or something. But Sam didn’t look at you differently, just like he knew how you felt. And somehow you believed that he did.

“You ever been homeless Sam?” you asked quietly and he smiled slightly.

“Not exactly. Dean and I…we moved around a lot as kids. Our job takes us all over the country, so we never really had a house. But we had our car so…no. We were never really homeless.”

You furrowed your brow. “So you’ve been doing this since you were kids?”

Sam nodded. “Our dad raised us in it.”

“Sounds like an A+ dad,” you scoffed. “But who am I to talk? Mine kicked me out when I was fifteen.”

“Why–” Sam was cut off by Dean entering the room, carrying yet another tray of food, this one containing potatoes and sausage.

“Ah good you’re awake,” he said and set the tray down next to it’s partner. “We need to talk.”

“About what?” you demanded.

“About that suicide attempt, Y/N,” he said gruffly. “Cas found you half alive, slits on your wrists and so drugged up you probably thought he was a hallucination. What the hell were you thinking?”

You put the plate down, suddenly not hungry.

“Who do you think you are?” you demanded. “You’re not my father or my priest, you don’t get to scoop me up off the street and demand to know all about my life because you did me a kindness. How I live my life is my business, not yours.”

“Well you’re life seems pretty screwed up kid.”

“You’re one to talk.” you spat and Dean just laughed.

“Hey kid I know my life is fucked up, I accept that. It’s you who hasn’t seemed to.”

You just scoffed and pushed the covers back, thankful Cas had healed you so you could walk fine without a hangover or injuries.

“Look I don’t need rescuing okay? I’m a big girl, I can handle myself. So thanks for patching me up but I’m good.”

“You’re not going anywhere, chief,” Dean said smugly and you glared at him.

“Oh yeah?” you demanded. “Who’s gonna stop me?”

“Y/N.” It was Castiel, and you froze. “Please, stay.”

“Why should I?” you demanded, turning towards him angrily.

“Because we care about you, Y/N,” Sam said kindly. “And we can help you.”

You took in his kind face, his puppy-dog eyes and the three of them looking at you not like a project…but like a person. So you took a deep breath and spoke.

“Start talking.”

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