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adonis-koo · 4 years

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Moon Child • knj

↳ Summary: You had never dreamed of a day where you weren’t an Omega, beneath the boots of all your brothers and sisters. In an untimely manner your life is quickly turned upside down at the unexpected Blood Moon Alpha being your mate. With a new home you are summoned to the Kingdom of Vampires all while struggling to get to know your new mate.

↳ Genre: werewolf!AU, a pinch of angst, fluff, smut, alpha!namjoon and omega reader dynamic, soulmate au,

↳ Word Count: 16k

↳ Pairing: Namjoon/Reader

↳ Tags: whew okay um, brief thigh riding, dom!namjoon, alpha is used as a title, rough sex, vaginal fingering, doggy style (what else were y’all expecting?), heat sex, mating, a lil degradation (he calls her a bitch a lot), namjoon likes to call her little :(, size kink, a lil possession, breeding kink, begging, multiple orgasms, namjoon’s cum makes MC go feral??,

Last Installment

Note: aaaah this has taken me over a year to write lmfaooo but it’s so worth it! I can never make a short fic for my husband so I hope you all enjoy!

Run. Feet aching, heart rate spiked and head pounding and yet all you could do was keep running as if your life depended on it. In fact, it did depend on it. Your whole life, your freedom- or what little you had left of it, it all depended on how fast your legs could take you. The cool seeping air that was first sight of winter made your cheeks feel chapped and throbbing, your body near numb with a chill and yet all you could do was shove the branches away from your face away.

You made it obvious, you knew it too, there was no way they couldn’t hear the way your feet crunched over the fallen dead leaves and twigs, the little cuts of your skin was the biggest no-no above all else when escaping a pack- your pack to be exact. You see wolves thrived on scent, it’s how they hunt and track, Werewolves, are no different.

You didn’t know where you were going but you were going to get there somehow. You could hear them in the distance, they were close. Too close. But the rattling up ahead had you spooked as well. You could smell a human and.... something else. A vampire maybe? No, it was strange. Your mind was frantic and you couldn’t go back from where you came.

Shoving through the branches you nearly yelped as you smashed into the doe eyed girl who looked just as scared as you, you could hardly register the throbbing pain of falling down before scrambling away, a whine escaping you as you heard howling in the distance, “Please…” your words weak as you glanced up to the male.

Silver hair and magenta eyes caused him to stick out like a sore thumb in the flora of green, he was immediately at the girls side helping her up as his nose wrinkled, eyes flicking to yours before the girls as he spoke, “Sorry darling but I don’t deal in wolf affairs.”

The girl however couldn’t help but let her lips part, glancing between you and the male before she tugged in his shirt, “Jimin…” She murmured softly, your head frantically shot up at the sound of stampeding paws pounding against the soft earth, they were closing in, “She looks like she needs help...”

Your lips quivered and now that you were on the ground you weren’t sure you could get up any further, your legs ached and your mouth dry and parched, the male gave you a sympathetic look before glancing at the women as he frowned, “Sorry love but wolves have their own court system, nothing we can do about it. Sorry.” He only spared you a brief word before grabbing the girl by her arms and just as you blinked they had dissolved into nothing but black dust and a leftover trail of something foul as you let out a loud whine.

“There she is! I found her!” You scrambled backwards at the sight of your packs head Beta, eyes viscous as he snarled at you. Whining you lowered your gaze as you curled up against yourself. You had one chance and you ruined it. Now what would become of you? It was like a flash, all of your pack hunters surrounding you as they gritted their teeth and snarled, tears blurring in your eyes as you curled into yourself.

You had one chance and just like always, you ruined it.

“Look at the pathetic bitch,” You could the two Beta girls snicker, fingers pointed in your direction as you lowered your gaze, feeling your lips begin with quiver slightly as they began laughing once more, “Her head must be empty if she thought she could outrun us. Omega, fetch us our drinks please.” She shouted, as if just to mock you further.

Tonight was a celebration, and it wasn’t a celebration without the pack’s laughing stock. You, of course. Trying to run away was foolish, it wasn’t like an omega could survive on their own, but you were willing to risk it. Even if it meant just a taste of freedom before you died. Yet just like everything else, you failed miserably.

The torn leather collar was just an added humiliation, a show of power and a show of just how low you were in the pack. You weren’t usually one for self pity, but you couldn’t deny the envy in your veins when you saw other omega’s in the pack.

Omega’s were the lowest of low, they were considered dirt, but even they didn’t have it as bad as you, they continued their daily duties of watching the younger children, washing the pack’s clothes and any other domestic duties. You had all of these responsibilities as well the only difference was that they weren’t the Alpha’s favorite punching bag.

Walking up ahead you held your tray, approaching the two Beta’s who were currently laughing at you before you gasped, feeling a jerking sensation of your body suddenly toppling over due to the Beta’s foot conveniently sticking out just as you walked up to them.

The wooden cups toppled down spilling all over your dress before thudding to the ground making the two girls howl out laughing, “Lost your footing bitch? Awh the poor little omega is going to cry!” Your fists curled in absolute fury as your eyes blurred making them laugh further as you glared at the ground. A wad of spit hitting your cheek as the Beta girl spat at you, “Serves you right you filthy traitor. Abandoning your pack. How shameful!”

They both cackled as they walked away, tears of anger dripping down your cheeks as your hands shook with rage as you harshly wiped the spit off your face. This was life, tormented by people all due to your rank.

You couldn’t help it, you were born an omega. It wasn’t your fault you were born weaker than everyone else, that you couldn’t fight, that your sense of smell wasn’t as good or your sight, it wasn’t your fault you were worthless. Why did everyone's entertainment have to come at your expense?

Sniffling slightly you rubbed the tears from your eyes as you sighed, attempting to not let the frustration get to you. It wasn’t like you could change your birth right regardless. But perhaps in time, people would simply forgot of your existence. Your dress would be stained now and the cups wouldn’t pick itself up after all, life had to go on whether you were the ass of every joke or not.

The last thing you needed was a Beta walking by and scowling at how incompetent you were, “Miss Y/n..! Do you need help!” You glanced up at the bright pair of doe eyes, little Hueningkai stared down at you with that shy smile of his.

You couldn’t help the tiny smile that pulled on your lips as you shook your head, “Don’t worry Kai, I’m fine…” You lowered your gaze a little as you sighed, standing up as you brushed off the specks of dirt from your skirt, your gaze softening a little as you glanced down at the little five year old, “You should get back to your mother. She wouldn’t want you talking to me.”

Hueningkai frowned, those big eyes of his dimming a little before he stomped his foot, “My mom can’t make me! You’re nice Y/n why is everybody so mean to you…!” He frowned eyes looking somewhat glossed at the blatant mistreatment of you, your heart softened a little as you kneeled down, offering the boy a small smile.

He was too young, too innocent to understand how packs- how your pack worked. Some days you couldn’t help but wonder if the little boy’s heart would always stay this soft, or if in time, he’d become cruel like everyone else.

“This is how the pack works Kai, don’t worry about me. I can handle myself. Now run along, the Blood Moon pack will be here soon and I’m sure your mom will want you close.” He parted his lips to object before sighing, bouncing a little in his spot before he nodded. You sighed as you watched him scurry away where the crackle of the large bonfire was in the distance and the moon was high in the sky tonight.

Patrols would be heavy tonight and despite this being a celebration you weren’t a fool to the tension in the air. Blood Moon was one of the strongest packs in the realm, not only this but they recently made an ally with the vampiric Jeon Dynasty of Arestella which was a feat in itself. This was a big step for werewolves. You ran in packs and it was rare that society accepted your kind in their towns and villages for long.

But now having Blood Moon formally recognized, not just by civilization but by the Vampires, the most respected species? It was a massive honor and everyone wanted to jump to be allies with Blood Moon in hopes of also getting an ally with the Jeon Dynasty. Including your pack.

Blood Moon was coming here to evaluate if your pack would be worthy of becoming allies. If it were up to you, you’d tell their Alpha to not waste his time and find a more compassionate pack then your own. If you were going to rot alone in this pack forever then you might as well make everyone just as miserable.

Your pack was strong, but not enough to take on one like Blood Moon, perhaps that’s why the guard rotation would be high tonight, in hopes of making your pack look stronger then it was in reality. Who knows, if this went bad maybe they’d just kill you all. Maybe they’d kill you and put you out of your misery.

The flames of the bonfire exploded as you watched the crowd pile around in the distance, cheers were loud and drums banged as you picked up the cups, gently holding one in each hand as you sighed, the wood had been brittle and cracks had become apparent as they bounced against a large tree root. Standing up you intended to throw away them in the waste bin not too far away from you but you stopped in your tracks at the strong smell. No, scent.

It was like firewood and cedar mixed together, maybe even a little pine if you sniffed hard enough. Your nose wouldn’t stop twitching at such a dreamy scent, you could almost smell the twinge of ash from here. How weird. You rubbed your nose as you dumped the cups into the bin.

No matter how hard you tried though the smell wouldn’t go away, not that you minded of course. It smelt amazing, you just couldn’t help but wonder what- or who- was causing it. Maybe...No...who were you kidding? It was said mate’s had heightened smells, to find one another, but, you surely didn’t have a mate. And even if you did...You doubt they’d ever want you. The crowd seemed to morph into an even larger state as unfamiliar wolves joined in. Blood Moon must have arrived.

“What are you doing standing around bitch? The Alpha wants you.” You sighed as you lowered your gaze, the head Beta snarled at you, grabbing your arm roughly as he yanked you along making a small whimper escape your mouth. You were dragged through the crowd as they made a path for you both as you came up to the large bonfire, everyone standing at a distance due to its immense heat that licked at the air nearby.

You strangled another whine as you were thrown at the boots of your pack’s Alpha, shakily you sat up on your knees wrapping your arms around yourself as you refused to look up at him. You could hear him chuckle as he kneeled down grabbing your chin harshly, “This is our pack's little bitch. I’m sure she’ll keep your beta’s nice and happy, won’t you?” He growled menacingly as you lowered your gaze once more, lips quivering as you sucked in a harsh breath.

That scent from earlier suddenly suddenly invaded your sense once more, this time even more heady than before. It was all you could smell and even tenfold. Your thighs suddenly felt weak and arousal pooled uncomfortably between your legs.

“That won’t be necessary.” A strong deep voice cut in, making all the cheers from your pack stop as a new pair of thick boots stood in front of you. A squeak leaving your lips as you were suddenly pulled to stand up, large hands wrapped around your arms and you were glancing up at the tall daunting figure of the Alpha of Blood Moon.

A hand quickly cupped your chin as your lips began to tremble, you heard him scoff, a twitch of irritation on his face as he lifted your chin higher as if inspecting the bruises you dawned.

You were confused and scared and yet oddly aroused, being face to face with the werewolves strongest Alpha and he seemed angry. Silently furious even, what had you done to even warrant this? Breath? Your lips trembled in fear as thoughts invaded your mind frantically, you were dead, you were really dead now.

You hadn’t even said a word- “If this is how you’ve been treating my mate, then we have no business to attend with you.” Your lips parted, openly gaping at the said alpha who just claimed….you...you were his mate…

Oh...oh my god...you were his mate! You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs at how much of a complete idiot you had been for ignoring his scent earlier yet you were frozen in place staring up at the tall figure of Blood Moon’s Alpha, Kim Namjoon.

He was even more handsome in person then what you had heard, you had an amazing angle of his razor sharp jawline and truthfully you couldn’t help but feel somewhat intimidated and aroused all at the same time. His k-nines looked just as sharp if not even more so and his tongue was tucked into his cheek, showing a dimple yet his expressions couldn’t convey anything but annoyance.

Your pack's Alpha’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head before he sneered, a gritty smile on his lips as he forced a laugh, “This? Is your mate? Namjoon surely you’re joking. We Alpha’s don’t associate with weaklings like them, they only slow our packs down.” You couldn’t help but lower your head in shame...He was right...you didn’t deserve to have someone like Kim Namjoon, Alpha of the great Blood Moon pack be your mate. You were nothing in compared to the leaps and bounds he had made in the werewolves history.

“Omega’s are what we need to keep our humanity, they’re the softness we need in our pack to remind us that we’re still human. Omega’s are the caretakers of the sick and the hurt, they’re the ones that remind us peace is just as much of an option as war. I couldn’t be more proud to have an Omega as my mate.” Your gaze shot up to the wolfish appearance of Namjoon, his hair had been neatly styled but there were still a few stray hairs that gave him that wolfish look.

You couldn’t help but feel somewhat timid under the hellfire gaze of your pack’s Alpha, but oddly enough, having Namjoon stand beside you made you feel oddly...safe...Warm even, as if it was radiating off his body and you felt the urge to nestle against his side. As if it were meant to be.

Your wariness however stopped you from attempting to do so. You may know who Namjoon is, but you don’t know him personally. Is this just a set up? To get you to act out before you’re cruelly punished. You haven’t said a peep yet and you certainly don’t intend too. Especially with both pack’s present and not a single soul speaking, everyone's eyes wide at the situation that has unraveled so quickly.

“I’m surprised the Jeon’s choose your pack,” He sneered, eyes darkening as he growled, “Any Omega sympathizers are usually outcasts. What makes you think you can take my Omega?” He punctuated the word carefully making your heart squeeze a little.

“What makes you think I can’t take her?” Namjoon suddenly snarled, his voice guttural making you jump, his eyes flashing a dangerous red as he bared his k-nines, “My pack is the strongest for a reason and I’ll make a demonstration of that just as easily. But because my mate is present I’ll make you a deal. And you sure as hell better take it. You let me take my mate, and I’ll leave this pack without a slaughter. No deals are being made and you won’t be allied, but you’ll be alive so there’s that.” Namjoon gave an icy condescending smile making your pack’s Alpha twitch in irritation.

It was silent for a moment before he bared his teeth, your pack’s Alpha hated being made a fool and right now he looked like a whole circus as he snapped, “Go! Take the bitch, we don’t need her anyways.” Namjoon’s eyes cut at his words but he said no more. Waving a hand you squeaked at the sudden appearance of another wolf, Namjoon glancing at him briefly before down at you, “Take her to the camp set up.”

You hadn’t even said a word and just like that, your life had been completely changed. Yet ironically enough, walking with the wolf as everyone's eyes glared down at you, you wouldn’t miss this hell hole for a second.

You were wringing your hands as you paced in the lavished tent, a rug was even thrown down and there was a desk filled with plenty of papers, a foldable cot was set down at the end of the tent. You had never been somewhere so...luxurious before. You were subjected to sleeping on the ground most days and you were considerably lucky if it was closed to the bonfire. But not only was this tent set up close to the fire, there was a bed.

You had never slept in a bed before. Well, a cot. But it was the same thing to you. You just couldn’t stop stressing though. Were you really mated to Kim Namjoon? Was he the one you’d spend the rest of your days with? You felt unsure, you needed to get to know him. To know if this was it.

Werewolves had derived the term Mate, it was the closest you'll ever find to a soulmate. The Moon Goddess, had a mate planned for every wolf, someone who was your perfect match. The one you were meant to spend your life with. You personally, just always assumed you’d die both young and alone. It was hard believing Namjoon….Kim Namjoon, was your mate.

You perked up at the sound of footsteps coming from a few feet away from the tent, they were surprisingly light compared to what you expected. Turning around you were met with the tent flap opening, your lips immediately quivering as your gaze timidly dropped at the sight of Namjoon entering.

You could hear him chuckle softly making you fidget. What were you supposed to say? What were you supposed to do....Okay it was a dumb question, you knew what you were supposed to do. Mates would consummate and mark one another when they meet, mating was a universal thing to all creatures alike. But… you didn’t want to do that with someone you just met…

No matter how much your instincts were going crazy right now with the need to bend over his bed and present yourself in need.

“You look scared,” Namjoon murmured softly, you jumped at his hand cupping your cheek, you hadn’t realized he was right in front of you until now, “Mmm, I won’t hurt you.” His growl was low, almost instinctive at the way his nose nudged against your hair, “I’ve been waiting to find my mate for a very long time. What’s your name?”

His hands tenderly wrapped around your arms, his nose continuously nudging your hair as if drowning himself in your scent. You weren’t sure if his gesture was meant to be comforting, a part of you wanting to lean into his touch but the other had been bruised your whole life from touch. How were you supposed to learn to be okay with it again?

Your body naturally tensed in his grip as you murmured, “Y/n…” You didn’t want to be difficult, you didn’t want your mate to think you were stubborn and unattractive, but...You also didn’t want to give in right away...you weren’t sure you were ready too.

Namjoon nipped against your ear making you jump, a playful smirk on his lips as he replied, “I’ll just assume you already know my name.” He decided to attempt a bolder move, nipping at your neck, this time making you whine. Except it wasn’t the good kind, you attempted to push yourself away as your gaze lowered back down.

Namjoon immediately paused, frowning as he pulled away somewhat to look at you. Your considerably smaller figure timidly glancing at the ground, as if expecting some sort of reprimanding. It was from this moment Namjoon realized this was going to take a bit more time then he had hoped. His hormones and your scent were driving him utterly insane with the need to mount you.

But your comfort was and would always be more important to him, he wanted you to trust him, to be unafraid of giving yourself to him. While Namjoon wished being mates would magically make all this happen, he knew it wouldn’t, “Why don’t you get undressed and lay down. I’m sure you haven’t gotten a good night's rest in awhile.”

Yet he couldn’t resist the urge to stroke a tender hand through your hair, pushing it back away from your eyes so he could properly see your face. Timidly you glanced up at him, nibbling against your lip as they parted before closing for a brief moment before you forced yourself to speak, “B-but...what….what about…” Your face felt hot as you tried to finish your sentence.

“That can wait,” Namjoon replied promptly, offering you a gentle smile, “You’re here now, there shouldn’t be a rush. And you don’t look comfortable. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Your lips trembled slightly, you weren’t sure what it was. Namjoon’s kind smile, those pretty dimples that showed up on his cheeks as he glanced down at you, or if it was his tender touch against your hair, as if he was calming a scared child. You didn’t know what it was but your eyes were watering before you let out a sniffle.

“Hey, shhh! Don’t cry.” Namjoon was immediately cupping your cheeks, a frown on his face at the sight of your tears but before he could ask why you were crying you launched into his arms, wrapping your arms tightly around him as you buried into his warm chest, into the divine scent that rolled off him in waves.

“T-thank you. Thank you so much.” You couldn’t stop thanking him in muffled sniffles, unsure of what you have ever done to deserve such an incredibly compassionate mate. You had never met an Alpha like Namjoon before. Most were cold and intimidating, but he was different. There was a reason he was the strongest.

Rather than lock away his emotions, he weaponized them.

Namjoon wrapped his arms around you soothingly as he pressed a tender kiss against the top of your head, “Shhh, you’re never going back there again. You’re home my little omega.” You had the biggest, most dumb looking smile on your face as you nuzzled into his chest, your cheeks burning at his nickname he had easily provided you. But for the first time in your life, it didn’t sound demeaning, it sounded endearing.

You couldn’t get enough of Namjoon’s touch, it wasn’t even sexual. No matter how much your body thought it’d be better if it was. Just his touch was healing, it made you want more and more of it. You kept nudging him every time he’d take his hand off of you, wanting to be continuously petted.

You might not have consummated with your mate, but you did spend the night tenderly in one another’s embrace, Namjoon showering you in the touch you were starved of your whole life. You never thought you were interested in physical touch until now, you wanted all of it, you wanted his hands petting your side, stroking your hair, his lips peppering your face in kisses.

You felt like a pup again when you fell asleep against his chest. Your life had changed drastically in a single night and yet you didn’t feel overwhelmed in the slightest. This was meant to be, you were sure of it.

“Looks like a storm is brewing.” You jumped at the soft sound of Namjoon’s voice, calm and steady behind you as you turned around from your spot where you had been currently watching the clouds brew and darken. You have been with Blood Moon for a little more then two weeks now. Everything was so...different.

Everyone was kind, they treated you with the utmost respect which you found yourself dumbfound at. You understood to a degree, being mates with the Alpha meant you’d….you’d be the packs Luna. There was no one to guide you on how to be a Luna and perhaps that was what had been secretly daunting you. This wouldn’t be an easy task, what if everyone judged you for making a wrong move?

You wouldn’t become Luna of course, until you were mated to Namjoon, which you hadn’t partook in yet. But it was still lingering in the back of your head. Things between you both had been, formal at best. There was still much physical affection at night...and the occasional rutting- from the both of you before you both stopped your instinctual nature.

“I’ve always loved the rain,” You offered a meek smile, you still had a hard time finding a way to converse with Namjoon in an informal way, he often told you at night he preferred when you spoke freely but...It just all seemed so foreign to you.

Turning back around you let the cool wind blow against your face, lifting your chin a little as you sniffed the fresh air, you could smell the crisp evergreen and the combination of rain on the horizon, “But thunderstorms always scared me as a pup. I have exceptionally good hearing so I didn’t like loud noises back then.”

Much like any other Omega you were considerably weak, but all omega’s had at least one strong sense, and yours just so happened to be hearing. But you often thought it came at a disadvantage, all you ever heard was the laughter of your brothers and sisters who looked down their noses at you.

At least omega’s with speed had a better chance at running and those with good sight could see predators a mile away. Yet all you could do was cover your ears in hopes to drown out the noise of the world.

“And what about now?” Namjoon asked, offering you an endearing smile as he sat down on the fallen tree that you stood behind, taking a moment to admire his beautiful mate. Turning to face him you gave a somewhat sheepish smile, lowering your gaze a little.

It was hard some days to even look Namjoon in the eyes, he still carried the pheromones of an Alpha and it constantly reminded you that you were below him. That if you even so much as annoyed him he could easily snap your neck and there was nothing you could do about it. You felt guilty sometimes, for thinking this way. But it wasn’t as if you could help it, you had spent your whole life getting thrown around by your old pack’s alpha.

“It doesn’t scare me as much anymore as it just hurts at times.The only thing that isn’t completely useless about me is my hearing,” You offered a weak smile as you rubbed the back of your neck, looking back out over the storm ahead, the clouds becoming darker by the second before you watched a crack of lightning strike in the distance, “It’s much more sensitive to noise then most wolves.”

It was true, that was your one exceptionally good ability, you could nearly hear things a mile away, sometimes you picked up on interesting conversations. You had even known Blood Moon was planning to visit your pack long before anyone else found out in the regular ranks. It wasn’t a totally useless ability. But still, good hearing often came with disadvantages like loud noises that always had you whimpering and covering your ears.

“You aren’t useless.” You jumped at the way Namjoon suddenly grabbed your shoulders, turning you around to face him, his expression almost appeared like a scowl, looking somewhat angry as he continued, “You’ve been saying degrading things about yourself ever since you got here. You are my mate,” He let out a soft growl as you lowered your gaze, feeling like a pup being scowled at the moment, “Don’t mistake your softness for weakness. You aren’t useless. I won’t stand for you saying these things about yourself.”

A loud crackle of thunder rumbled making you jolt a little, a low whine emanating from you as you rubbed your ears, “That’s easier said than done. You haven’t lived the life I have.” You tugged away from him a little as you kept your gaze lowered, pretending to not notice the look of mild hurt on his face at your rejection of his comfort, “I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

There were moments like this from time to time, moments of disconnect between you both. You couldn’t help but wonder somedays if the Moon Goddess made a mistake, if you were really meant to be with Namjoon. Especially when days like this happened.

“Then help me understand,” You paused as Namjoon wrapped his arms around you from behind, letting his chin rest on your shoulder as he nudged your neck with his nose, “I only want the best for you Y/n.” But did he? You felt unsure of how to go forward with your budding relationship with Namjoon. Could you really open up to him?

“I don’t know how,” You mumbled, feeling somewhat ashamed despite not knowing why. Maybe a part of you wished you did, you wanted to be with Namjoon, you really did. But the only thing stopping you was yourself. Glancing out over the dark clouds you sighed, feeling a droplet of rain splat against your cheek as you rubbed it away, “We should get back to camp to let the others know the storm is beginning. It’s going to be a long night.”

Namjoon looked as if he had more to say but only nodded at your words, stopping for a moment before holding out a hand to you. Glancing down at it you nibbled against your lip before hesitantly letting your fingers lace in his.

He offered you a small dimpled smile, free hand lovingly stroking through your hair before leading you back to where the pack was camped out.

You and a few of the scouts of the pack had searched for somewhere dry to stay before the storm fully hit, thunder kept rumbling from far away and the lightning was getting closer with each strike.

Out of a pure stroke of luck you had found a large cave mass that went deep into the Northern Mountains. The rain had already started pouring down as everyone was being gathered into the mountain, Namjoon was soaking wet as he waved in the crowd of people, his eyes meeting your soaking figure as he paused, “You should go to the fire and get warm. Wouldn’t want you to catch a cold pup.”

He smiled down at your cute figure that glanced up at him, you rubbed your cheek somewhat shyly as you shook your head, you couldn’t afford to lay by a fire when so many others were being drenched in the ice cold rain, “I’m okay. We need to make sure everyone is safe first. I’m going out to check to make sure everyone is together.” Namjoon nodded in agreement, a smile still adorning his face as you pushed through the crowd as you made your way outside.

A loud clap of thunder booming down making you jump with a whine as you covered your ears as you pressed forward through the harsh rain that dropped down like ice against your skin. It was freezing outside! Rubbing your arms you glanced around at the line of people as everyone gathered inside.

You could hear something abnormal but it was difficult to make out what it was between the rain pounding on the ground and the thunder that rumbled loudly, whining you covered your ears, feeling a headache come on as you pushed forward. Your senses were going wild, you could hear something. You knew you could. You just couldn’t figure out what.

A loud clap of thunder roared causing you gasp, covering your ears as pain throbbed in your head, closing your eyes. You tried to tune out the noise but it only became heightened, “Help! Somebody please!”

Your eyes snapped open as rain poured down, trying to relocate the sound before quickly following along the line of the crowd that was becoming shorter and shorter by the moment until you reached a little ways past the end, “Help! Please! Help!” You found an older wolf, a mother by the looks of it drenched in rain, looking frantic as you ran up to her, she grabbed your hands as she cried, “My pups! Please! She fell in the river nearby while we were waiting! My boy can’t keep her much longer!”

You felt your heart burst- you should go get someone you can help! But…! There wasn’t enough time! “Lead the way!” You replied almost immediately. You’d just have to try your best for the sake of the young pup and the mother. She fumbled as she brought you down the steep hill, almost falling but catching yourself as your eyes caught the dimmed vision of a young boy crying out, “Mom! Mom! I can’t hold on any longer!”

Not having the strength to keep up his little sister just as you were in reach of the crying girl his hand slipped, the heavy stream of water coursing causing her to immediately be washed away by the streams current. You could hear both the boy and mother scream before you did the stupidest thing in your life.

Diving into the water coughed as your vision blurred with water and ran mixed, the water was ice cold and caused your teeth to immediately clack as you were rushed along, the little girl calling out with cries as her head bobbed up and down in the water.

“Hold on!” You called out coughing up water as you grabbed onto the log that was lodged in the river that the little girl managed to grab. Grabbing onto it you spat the river water that entered your mouth once more before managing to get closer to the little girl, her arms around your neck and you could hear her pitiful sobs as you held her.

Your body was trembling and the whiplash of rain and the strong current was making your muscles weak as you tried to keep steady against the log, water continuously lashed against your face and rain in your eyes as you slowly but steadily used the log to guide you back to the land. Your muscles were ready to give out, not used to being used so much as you crawled onto the cold muddy ground.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” The mother was the first to run over immediately crying out over the loud rain, grabbing her sobbing daughter as she hugged her close, “We own you so much Luna! Thank you! Oh..! Luna?” You couldn’t muster a word, your body trembling and your vision spotting before everything went dark.

…

Whining a little your head felt fuzzy and your muscles ached with every little movement. It took a moment before you forced your eyes open meeting the dark ceiling above, a few stalagmites hanging above you as brief confusion washed over your figure. Your body trembled a little as you heard a tongue clack, “You should be closer to the fire.”

You groaned a little as you rubbed your head, your vision a little bleared as you rubbed your eyes before glancing up to the familiar voice of Namjoon who had just finished placing a fresh piece of firewood onto the small little fire that wasn’t too far from you, “C’mere my little omega.” He scooped you up effortlessly making you whine.

You didn’t have any energy to objection though as Namjoon sat down, his back against the cave wall and now closer to the fire where your body was trembling as much, “You’re soaked to the bone,” He tutted, letting a hand press against your forehead before sighing, “You should’ve got someone to help you Y/n. You could’ve been killed diving into that water on your own.”

You trembled once more, shifting a little in Namjoon’s grip before nudging your nose against his neck, the overwhelming scent of cedar and firewood relaxing your senses as you buried against your mate, “If I had gone to go get help that girl would’ve died.” You mumbled in weak objection against his neck, closing your eyes tiredly as you felt Namjoon’s hand begin to tenderly stroke through your hair, “Besides, I’m alive still, aren’t I?”

You smiled weakly as you glanced up at Namjoon, he didn’t return the sentiment though, his eyes were a deep mahogany brown, piercing your gaze with his own and the fire reflecting and exaggerated his high cheekbones that much more.

“That doesn’t mean you will be in the future,” He growled, this time in a more stern voice causing your lips to quiver as they dropped, “Take somebody with you next time. I…” He sighed, his expression relaxing once more as he buried into your hair, “I couldn’t live with myself if you died and I just- I just let you. You’re my mate, I’m supposed to take care of you.”

You frowned at his words, feeling somewhat conflicted. You had dreamt your whole life of being taken care of, of wanting someone to care, to comfort and coddle your every step. But...You didn’t have that sentiment growing up, and now actually having it…”But I’m okay. Namjoon,” You pulled away a little, your hair still damp and clinging to your face as you pushed it away, “I can take care of myself. I’ve had too my whole life.”

You lowered your gaze a little as you tugged on a strand of your hair, “I...I know...that I’ve been a bit distant. And that we should already be mated by now. And I know that I haven’t been the easiest to get to know but, I just...I just need time, to get to know you, to become comfortable with the pack...I’ve been on my own for so long, it’s overwhelming in ways that it shouldn’t be.”

You felt insecure about how you felt, truthfully. You should be grateful, you should be happy that you’ve somehow, against all odds, found your mate. That you should let him mate with you and get a move on with your new life. But it was difficult, in ways you felt like it shouldn’t be but it was hard getting used to such friendly smiles, to having your mate tenderly take care of you. Being called Luna, was rather overwhelming.

“Y/n,” Namjoon sighed, his forehead resting on yours as his thumb rubbed against your cheek bone, “I’ve already told you we don’t have to be in a hurry. You can take as much time as you want to get used to the pack and we can take our time getting to know one another. I’ll be just as dedicated to you now as I will when we mate.” he nipped playfully at your neck making a smile tug on your lips, “But I will always be protective of you. That’s my instinctive nature.”

You sighed in understanding, no matter how it made you feel, Namjoon was right. Mates were always protective, Alpha mates in particular, some more so than others. Even if Namjoon didn’t display it as often as others it was still there.

You closed your eyes as you curled up against him, letting his fingers continue to untangle your hair in little strokes, a few pecks against your head here and there, “Have you been told why we’re here at the Northern Mountains?” You perked up a little with a yawn as you glanced up at Namjoon in confusion, a smile on his face as he brushed the hair away from your face, “We’re visiting Arestella, to see the Royal family. The Prince summoned us not long ago”

Your lips parted a little as you tilted your head, “The Jeon Dynasty?” They were considered one of the kindest Dynasties to rule over Arestella for centuries- that was of course if you ignored the current king who outlawed magick and had sentenced the Witch Hunt to begin. But that was nearly fifty years ago now. Otherwise they had a fairly peaceful rule, it wasn’t too big of a surprise to you that their Crowned Prince signed an ally treaty with Namjoon. But still, to actually be here with Namjoon and him saying you’d be going to the Kingdom of Vampires, it was all a bit surreal.

Namjoon’s smile widened as he nodded, “Yes, me and the Prince- Jungkook have some business to attend. Apparently there's been a massive stir in demonic energy. There've been a lot of rumored Demon sightings that’s caused fright among Arestella’s outer villages.”

You frowned as you pressed your lips together, hesitating for a moment as you rubbed the back of your neck, “Demons? Are they really real?” You felt somewhat hesitant to ask. You mind going back to when you last attempted to escape your pack. Those magenta eyes and silver hair, they were almost otherworldly...and the way they just...disappeared into thin air...

Namjoon offered you a weak smile as he shrugged, “I think so, I don’t know about the Prince’s involvement with demon’s but if he believes they’re real then I’d be willing to bet they are. He has ties in all sorts of different affairs. Demonic energy doesn’t always equate demons though, sometimes it’s just been plagued by Witches for a long time.”

You hummed in response. You could see where witches could build demonic energy- not that you necessarily believed all witches were bad. People liked to fear monger and point fingers and be done with it. But things were rarely that simple in life. You still felt bad for all the witches that died during the Witch Hunt, a dark period in time just in the passing of Magicks outlaw.

“I guess we’ll see when we arrive.” You mumbled as you let your head rest in the crook of Namjoon’s neck, his arms wrapping around you as he held you close.

“Soon enough my little omega.” There it was again, that giddy little smile on your face as you sighed in contentment. Life wasn’t all too bad, even in it’s less fine moments.

The journey to Arestella had been peaceful, the weather had become gradually colder with each passing day and soon frost would be covering the ground and nights would become freezing without fire. This however, wasn’t a big deal for wolves as you had been custom to this for some time. When the air was colder the pack would shift and the fur of your animal counterpart kept you warm.

The one thing you were still struggling with was all the respect everyone gave to you. You felt yourself fumbling at times due to how friendly and kind everyone was. At first, you wondered if it was just because you were mates with the Alpha. It wasn’t the first you had seen everyone give special treatment to a Luna.

Your eyes would warily watch over the other Omega’s in the pack who all appeared happy, anytime one was struggling a Beta was practically bouncing over to assist whenever needed. Things seemed so contrary to how you lived your life. Even now in such a spacious tent where the heat of the fire licked in the air where you settled against the small cot in contentment.

Nudging against the pillow as you sighed, Namjoon and Jackson the head Beta had been talking about taking an alternate route to Arestella over the past few days which had lead to him not joining you until later.

Hearing the soft crunch of leaves had your head perking and you could almost feel your inner wolf’s tail thwacking harshly as you curled up, the flap of the tent opening to see Namjoon’s- happy but obviously tired expression, “Happy to see me pup?” He teased lightly as you grabbed the stiff pillow to nudge against it to hide your smile.

You were shameless in watching him pull the billowing shirt over his head to reveal the taunt thick muscles of his back to your view, your legs pressing together as you pulled the fur blanket over your chin, “How was the meeting?” You asked as Namjoon rolled his neck before taking a seat in bed, his hand resting against your head as he softly stroked your hair.

“Good,” He hummed before laying down facing you, a soft smile tugging on his lips as he let his fingers curl around a strand, “We received a pigeon from the Sisterhood today.” You raised your brows a little in curiosity.

The Sisterhood? You had heard of them of course, anyone who hadn’t was obviously living under a rock, or a century old witch perhaps, Namjoon chuckled a little at your expression as his hand met with your cheek once more, “We work in accord with them much like many other packs. We share the land with them and it only makes sense.”

“Well yes,” You replied, it certainly wasn’t unheard of for the Sisterhood and wolves to work together, even your pack had assistance given to them by the Sisterhood from time to time, “But I didn’t realize you were that chummy with one another.” You snorted as you raised a brow.

Namjoon clacked his tongue, his thumb stroking along your cheekbone making you shuffle closer to his warm body, “You know the story of how wolves came to be, yes?”

“...Well...I’ve heard a few different variations.” You replied with a shrug, nearly every wolf knew a tale of how your species came to be but they widely varied. Your now curious as to what this had to do with the Sisterhood’s involvement.

Namjoon gave a knowing smile as he replied, “It’s been passed down between generations of my family that a very long time ago, when the Moon was still young she- for the first time heard a prayer. It was of a young boy who had been attacked by our counterpart, wolves,”

Namjoon tenderly pushed the strand of hair behind you as he spoke, “The young boy was crying and he bled beyond saving. As the life force left his body and he took his last breath beneath the full moon, pitied, the Moon Goddess took mercy on him and blessed him. Her powers only reigned so far, and so she turned him into a wolf. The Moon Goddess told the boy that once his wounds would heal he would be safe to return to human. But now he must bear the dual nature of both animal and human.”

“When the rumors began to fester, the men of the villages nearby wanted to hunt the monster,” Namjoon hummed his fingers tracing down to your jawline, “The boy’s lover however, discovered who he was and pleaded with the men of the village. When they would not listen, the girl was sent a blessing by the Moon Goddess. The Bow of Lux. It became clear to her that if they would not listen to her, she would make them listen,”

Namjoon gave a wry smile as he continued, “When the last man perished, the girl swore her life to the Moon Goddess and would continue to protect those who lived inside the forest and those who lived outside. The Moon Goddess, pleased, allowed her to form the Sisterhood and once she passed on, they say her soul turned to stardust and became Orion’s bow.”

You perked a little as you smiled, “Is that why the women in the Sisterhood are only allowed to be addressed by celestial names to outsiders?” You had never heard that part of the story! It sounded so…! So forlorn yet, meant to be. Divine even. Namjoon chuckled as he patted your head, “Perhaps, that’s one of many theories. Orion is the patron of the Sisterhood, the first to protect. They pray to her for strength before they go into battle. My point however,” Namjoon tutted a little, his eyes crinkling in adoration, “Is that no matter what tale is being told, the wolves and the Sisterhood go hand in hand. We protect and work with one another when needed.”

“Then what did the Sisterhood want?” You whined a little, impatient at Namjoon’s wordiness, he tapped your neck in gentle scold as you wiggled closer to him, his arm finally wrapping around you as he curved a brow.

Clacking his tongue he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your forehead, “Don’t be pushy pup,” You could hear the playful scold in his tone, “It was sent by one of the independent scouts; Vega. She asked that we keep our eyes out for a witch that lives in the North.”

You frowned as you asked, “A witch? What could she want with a witch?”

Namjoon shrugged, his fingers tracing against your hip as he replied, “I can’t say for sure. All I know is she wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. I know requesting Arestella to find a witch would probably get her hanged.”

“Are Vampires really that fickle?” You raised your brows, unable to stop the snort, you had never seen a Vampire before but you had heard about them plenty and how proud they were. You didn’t understand why the reigning king banned Magick as it was, especially when it seemed as if their society relied on it previously.

Namjoon also scoffed out an amused laugh, “You’d be surprised. Nobody follows the rules more than the own royal court. The Mad King makes sure of it. Anyone caught using magick is either hanged or burned. Even the court is not excluded.” You shivered a little at the thought.

“And will you keep an eye out then?” You asked, you supposed since Blood Moon was nomadic like any other pack, Arestella couldn’t hold you accountable for the laws of their lands. But it made you worried.

Namjoon closed his eyes solemnly, “I will, I’d never turn my back on the Sisterhood. Furthermore, the Prince doesn’t know all of my affairs. If it doesn’t concern our relationship then he doesn’t need to know.” He finally pulled you against him as you squeaked a little, your nose immediately nudging against his neck as you coiled against him, “You’ve been awfully curious tonight pup.” He whispered in your ear.

A smile tugged on your lips as you inhaled his scent slowly, you could almost vividly smell the crackle of burnt wood against his skin, the kerosene he had split earlier while helping build a fire, a whine suddenly escaping your lips as you felt heat pooling between your legs. Your face throbbing as you embarrassingly pushed against his neck to hide yourself.

This had been happening a lot, putting off your consummation had taken a toll on your body, constantly making you become aroused when you became too close to your mate for too long. The need to be filled with him was a constant ache, as if sensing that Namjoon let out an instinctive growl, his thigh suddenly forcing its way between your legs as he whispered in your ear once more, “I can smell how wet you are little one.”

Your face throbbed even harder as your hips began rubbing into his thigh in search of friction you needed, desperately. Namjoon and you both had agreed taking things slow was for the best….But that certainly hadn’t stopped him or you from testing the waters a little…

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you whined against, letting your hips drag against his warm thick thigh as your clit pressed gently against his skin, the pleasure nearly sent you pathetically howling against his skin, “This isn’t fair!” You whimpered, your thighs shaking and your panties becoming stickier within seconds.

Namjoon’s laugh was deeper this time, as if amused at how frantic his little omega was, “Then take what you deserve my little pup.” He nipped against your ear as you jumped, his hands grabbing your waist as he rolled unto his back, forcing your to straddle him as your lips quivered into a pout.

Your clit was throbbing though and seeing how inviting his thighs looked was an opportunity you couldn’t pass up, shifting to place yourself against one as you whined a little, unable to stare directly at him as your hips wiggled in need against his thigh. Pleasure swelled in your body and a muffled whine escaped you before you jumped at the sound of leaves crunching.

Namjoon instinctively sat up as you curled against him, not a second later hearing the sound of footsteps as a voice called out, “Namjoon, I need just one more thing.” Jackson called out as you crumpled against your mate.

You felt embarrassed at letting your hormones get the best of you. Namjoon as if sensing this gently stroked a hand through your hair before pressing a kiss against your head, “Don’t look so disappointed, we can always try again later.”

Your lips quivered into a scowl as you pouted, flopping against the bed as Namjoon chuckled before calling out, “I’ll be out in a moment.” It was just as well Jackson had interrupted when he had. Who would’ve known what that would spiral into if you had been left alone.

“You look wide eyed.” Namjoon chuckled as he watched you circle around yourself, lips gaping as you glanced around in curiosity. There were so many sights and sounds it was hard to take it all in at once, “C’mere my pup, I don’t want you getting lost.” He grabbed your hand attentively as he pulled you along.

The journey to Arestella had taken another day and a half but you did eventually arrive and you were in near awe at the sight. You had never been in a Kingdom before, much less the grand jewel of the realm. You could smell the hefty scent of fresh baked loathes from the few humans that dared to reside in the realm of Vampires.

Today was a beautiful day, apparently Arestella wasn’t known to be the sunniest Kingdom but today seemed to be different, the sky was a brilliant azure blue with fluffy billowing clouds to compliment it’s sky and the breeze was cool against the day’s warm air, “I’ve never been somewhere so...crowded.” You managed to say as you squeezed past a group of people, staying particularly close to Namjoon as you glanced around wide eyed.

“There’s much excitement to see,” Namjoon chuckled, “If you think this is incredible, wait until we see the castle. That’s where we’ll be staying the next few days. Jackson will keep everyone settled in the outskirts of town meanwhile.”

You couldn’t deny you were excited, you could see the gothic castle even from here despite it being so far away. The day was busy and everyone was bustling but if there was one thing you noticed...It was a lack of color...or thereof…What color there was seemed very organized, as if these people were all in groups. And then occasionally you’d spot a bright pop of red of some of the people you passed, “Why is everyone dressed so...dark…” You frowned as you kept close to your mate.

“They have a very strict system here in Arestella, they use colors to keep classes separated. It’s mostly in jewelry you’ll see it. Humans must wear red in some form as it’s stated by law if they live in Arestella. Blue is often a color worn by wealthy families, a multiple array of colors can be worn by the average vampire. I’m not very familiar with how it all works though. Vampires have their own class system like us wolves have though.” Namjoon explained as he guided you through the crowd as you curiously looked around.

You felt a smile tug on your lips as you glanced around, excitedly spotting another patch of red on a young girls neck, she appeared around your age and she- unlike you- seemed used to the large crowds of people, yet oddly enough despite being surrounded by vampires she didn’t look the least scared, “How can humans live here despite knowing a vampires nature? I think we don’t give them enough credit sometimes.” You commented as you let your eyes focus ahead.

“Most likely because humans here use sigils to keep them protected from feral vampires,” Namjoon snorted, looking somewhat amused at how fascinated you seemed by this strange new world, “They live quite peacefully. Vampires are a bit proud though, they don’t like admitting that they do need humans to survive. No matter how much they can argue that they can feast on turned vampires, they still need humans for that to happen.”

You hummed in curiosity before laughing a little, noticing the mild annoyance in Namjoon’s tone as he glanced ahead, a hint of smile on his face when he heard you as you both walked hand in hand. Eventually you did make it up to the castle together.

You had never seen anything like it, the way the dark brick walls towered high above your head and the wings of the castle stood large and proud. Even though the courtyard was filled with lush flowers and benches for rest, it looked like something straight out of a fairytale. You didn’t understand how guards and maids could walk by without so much as a glance at the beautiful scenery.

Namjoon tugged you along as your lips parted, the castle doors opening upon your arrival and you were greeted by a smiling maid that curtsied to you both immediately guiding you up several flights of stairs, the corridors were long but you couldn’t help but focus on the beautiful marble flooring.

The way the original white swirled with black and greys and speckled gold with even some peacock blue highlighting. Or the doors and the Jeon’s symbol painted in silver on each door, or the way the handles reflected their polished shine against the light that flooded in rays of gold through the windows.

You had never been somewhere so refined. All you had ever known was the wild untamed beauty of nature, mountains and thickets of evergreen and streams that clashed with marshes. Sleeping out in the woods were galaxies formed in the sky, where you could even see speckles of stardust in the sky. You didn’t realize two things could be so different, yet so beautiful in their own way.

“Here you are Sir Kim! His royal Highness will be with you in a moment!” She curtsied once more before shutting the doors of the room. The room was spacious and wide, it appeared to be...an office of some sort? Your brows furrowed a little as you walked in, the fireplace was not lit up but there were four chairs, two on either side of a rug that was placed in front of it.

Then there was the desk on the far end of the room next to a large window that overlooked the woods near the castle.

On the other end of the room was an assortment of trinkets of...personal achievements maybe? You perked at the sound of footsteps padding down the hallway gently, “There’s something wrong…!” Your brows furrowed and your head tilted like a puppy at the sound of a soft feminine voice, they must’ve been at the far end of the hallway, walking closer to the door you tried to listen better.

“Shh, worry not my love. I’ll deal with it. Right now you should be attending your lessons. I promise nothing will happen.” The other voice was deep yet soft, alluring in dulcet quiet manner, yet seemed attentive and in demand for everyone's attention, “I’ll discuss everything with Blood Moon’s leader.”

You could hear a faint sigh, “Please Jungkook...I...I don’t know what I’d do if this turns out to be true.” You felt your face immediately burn in embarrassment.

You just eavesdropped on the Vampiric Prince’s private conversation with his mate!

You whirled away from the door as you fumbled to sit down next to Namjoon who looked at you curiously, “Heard something you shouldn’t have?” You scowled at his teasing words as you crossed your arms. Namjoon had been scolding you recently on your nosey habit of using your one good ability to your advantage far too often.

The door opened quietly as your gaze immediately followed the noise. You were met with a tall man, who just like everyone else in Arestella was undoubtedly beautiful, but even then. Prince Jungkook seemed unnaturally beautiful, his dark raven hair contrasting heavily against his glossed pristine pale skin, his hair hung low on his face and one side tucked behind his ear giving him an oddly regal look.

A smile graced his lips as he bowed while you and Namjoon stood up, “It’s good to see you again Namjoon,” His voice, confirmed the same dulcet tone you heard in the hallway before his eyes turned to look at you, they were a deep burgundy red not at all the bright red that Namjoon’s eyes usually glowed, “You must be his new mate. You have my congratulations.”

You gave an awkward smile, feeling your face heat up at someone so beautiful staring directly into your soul as you fumbled with your fingers, a noise escaping you that made you all the more embarrassed as you hid somewhat behind your mate, “She’s a little shy,” Namjoon smiled endearingly down at you, a hand affectionately combing through your hair as you glared with a pout at the ground, “This is Y/n, my mate. You may call her Luna. She’s just here to observe today in case she needs to come in my place in the future.”

Jungkook nodded before taking a seat across from you both as you sat down once more, “Then let’s start. We’ve been getting a heavy influx of demonic energy on the south side of Incúrsio. I’m aware you’ve had some tension with them in the past but it’s different this time. Despite the Ceremony’s passing they’re experiencing mass hysteria saying it’s the end of the world. After doing a little bit of poking…” Jungkook sighed, shutting his eyes as you sensed a vague annoyance fill him, “I found out there’s a reason why.”

Namjoon tilted his head in observation, you had never seen his expression so quizzical before but then again you had never seen Namjoon in such an important meeting, “And that is?”

“A...friend,” Jungkook offered a weak smile, “Has told me there’s been a bit of, descent in the underworld if you will...One of the Prince’s of Hell, in his words was: ‘Throwing a tantrum’ and to ‘not worry about it’,” Jungkook looked semi exasperated as you furrowed your brows, “But despite his words we’ve been getting reported demon sightings and if a portal to Hell has been weakened for any demon strong enough to push through the traversing barrier we’re going to have a problem. He said he’d take care of it but...I have some doubt.” Jungkook sighed.

Namjoon frowned as he rested his chin against his head, “So what do you want Blood Moon to do about it?”

“I want you to keep an eye out of any demonic energy, I know you’re a nomadic group and you travel all over the realm...Said friend, assumes it’s only the portal in Incúrsio but...Given the reports I’ve received from other royal officials in other Kingdoms, it doesn’t seem like it. And please, ignore the people of Incuriso should you go back to your homestead meanwhile. They’re unwell right now and cannot think straight.” Jungkook answered, his gaze looking out the window into the wilderness were the tree’s swaying with the wind delicately.

“We’ll do what we can, but if Incúrsio tries to attack my people. I can’t make any promises Jungkook.” Namjoon hummed as he leaned back in his seat, “But I will do what I can to defuse the situation should it arise. Is that all?”

“For now,” Jungkook replied, fixing the cuff of his sleeve before glancing back up, “But you’re staying the next few days for a reason. Please make yourselves comfortable in the palace. I expect to see you both at dinner.” You nodded as you and Namjoon stood up making your way for the door, “Luna,”

You paused at the deep voice of Jungkook as he called out, “A word please?” You glanced at Namjoon as you frowned, he gave a small smile encouragingly, stroking your hair once before exiting the room, closing the door behind him as you timidly turned around. Something about the Vampiric Prince put you on guard, though you were positive it was simply due to just how intimidatingly attractive him and his kin were.

You got an oddly seductive, yet dangerous energy from any vampire you had came into contact with since arriving to Arestella, Jungkook wasn’t an exception, “Please, don’t look so timid,” Jungkook offered a gentle smile as he folded his hands as if to appear non threatening, “I just wanted to speak to you for a moment. Much like my own mate, everyone has been awaiting Namjoon to find his other half. I wish you the best of luck on becoming Blood Moon’s Luna.”

He stood up, elegantly walking up to you, eyes dark like pools of the blood yet there was nothing dangerous or malicious about them, “If you’re ever in need of a place to stay Arestella’s doors will always be open to you. My kingdom would be happy to serve Blood Moon’s Luna in any need or situation. I hope you enjoy your stay here.”

Tugging on a strand of your hair you managed a tiny smile as you glanced up at him, “Thank you, it’s appreciated.”

To that Jungkook offered a dazzling smile that showed off the sharp teeth of his fangs, his smile could put nearly anyone to shame as he chuckled, walking to his desk as he hummed, “You should meet my mate while you’re here. I feel like you’d both get along rather well. And she’s often lonely these days. The court,” You could see the dismay in Jungkook’s eyes as he stood in front of the large window by his desk, “They aren’t accepting of commoners like her. She doesn’t like to worry me but I can tell she struggles by herself when I’m unable to keep her company. She could use a friend to confide in.”

You swallowed thickly as you managed a smile, nodding, “Of course! I’ll make sure to introduce myself if I get a chance.” It felt like an incredible honor to have the crowned Prince of Arestella ask if you could keep his mate company but you’d try your best.

You just didn’t know who she was outside of the news you had heard. Despite being in isolation word eventually made its way to your pack that the Vampiric Prince had found his mate, but not only his mate, but a commoner at that.

Many in your pack sneered at that and often laughed, someone of low ranking suddenly becoming the mate of someone powerful? Unheard of.

You felt a vague sense of empathy, you were in the same position as the Princess at one time. Except your new pack were very accepting of you...You supposed the same could not be said for the future Princess of Arestella, you couldn’t imagine how snide the Court must’ve truly been.

“I’ll see you later then.” Jungkook offered you one last small smile before you left his office, closing the door gently before you noticed Namjoon waiting down the hallway, his eyes set on the artwork that displayed on the walls.

“Finished?” Namjoon hummed as he glanced over to you, a hand falling to your head to pat it as you pouted a little as you nodded, “Then come along, they prepared lunch for us. What did Jungkook want to talk to you about?”

You tilted your head, his tone rather strange. It sounded as if he was trying to come off relaxed but there was a tense note in his delivery. But then it struck you, most werewolves were naturally jealous of their mate associating with the opposite sex, alpha’s no doubt.

You felt a teasing smile tug on your lips as you snickered, “Nothing, he just wanted to ask if I could speak to his mate, to become friends with her. Despite having similar class systems, it seems the court is rather….Icy about her becoming one of them.”

“That’s not too big of a surprise,” Namjoon wrapped an arm around you, keeping you snug against him as he continued, “Royal court is always filled with people who look down their noses at one another. Civilization is an odd sort but they make it work. I’m sure his mate does feel lonely. I’d hate to be a commoner entering the court. Many are wolves disguised as sheep.”

You tilted your head in thought, that was often an analogy humans used to describe people who pretended to be innocent when they were truly guilty. You supposed you could see what he meant by his words despite feeling as though wolves really weren’t all that bad, “It’s just odd. I can’t imagine being in that position.”

“Well the good news is that you aren’t.” Namjoon pressed a kiss against the top of your head making you smile as you wrapped your arms around his waist, nudging his arm a little, a silent ask for affection, “And we don’t have to deal with any kind of courts fickle business.”

Namjoon immediately complied, his hands stroking your sides as you paused in your spot, preening at his pet against your skin and the way his lips peppered against your cheeks, “You look like a little pup my omega.” He whispered, a small smirk on his face as he nipped the tip of your nose, “Always whining and begging for affection, always greedy for more.”

You stretched your neck a little at the feeling of his nose rubbing against your neck, a surprised whine escaping you at the feeling of his scent gland suddenly knocking against you, “You smell like vampire.” Namjoon growled against your ear, a whine escaping you as you tugged on his loose button up shirt, “When you should smell like me instead.”

He nipped your ear in warning to be quiet as he rubbed his scent gland along your neck. It was in your nature to be obedient, standing completely still as you allowed Namjoon to continue to scent you. Often a gesture done right before mating or simply a display of dominance.

“Are you wet little omega?” Namjoon growled in your ear quietly making a pathetic whimper escape you, your thighs squeezing together as you lowered your gaze in embarrassment. Of course he could smell your heady scent, “Do you like being reminded of who you belong to?”

His voice was deep and murmured in your ear causing you to tug on his shirt as he rubbed his scent gland one last time on your neck, “Come on, let’s get lunch. I’m sure you’re starving.” Your lips parted in almost offense at the way Namjoon suddenly pulled away, obviously satisfied with his work as you now were drenched in his scent and panties dripping wet.

“What?” Namjoon tilted his head innocently but you could see that evil glint in his eyes that enjoyed watching you squirm as you glared at him, pulling away from him with a pout as you crossed your arms, “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it.” Namjoon lovingly stroked your hair as he kept his arm loose around you as you began walking once more.

This man was going to be the absolute death of you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” The flecks of concern were apparent in Namjoon’s eyes as he frowned, sitting up in bed as he was preparing to attend another meeting with the Prince and his order of knights. His hand gently resting on your head, thumb soothingly swiping over your warm skin as you nodded, yawning a little as you tried curling closer to his body.

You looked rather pitiful truthfully, stretching your arms out to him as a verbal whine escaped you, wanting his affection once more as he smiled endearingly, “Sorry little omega,” Namjoon cooed as he brushed your hair from your eyes, “I have to attend this meeting. I’ll come back once it’s finished and then we can stay in bed for as long as you’d like.”

Your body trembled a little, a bead of sweat beginning to trickle down your forehead as you whined again, “Do you really have to go?” You mumbled, your head laying in his lap as his fingers tenderly stroked through your hair lovingly. You weren’t sure what it was but you had woken up in the middle of the night feeling hot and you had since been clinging to Namjoon. All you did know was you felt much needier than normal for affection.

You didn’t want your mate to leave.

“It sounds pretty important,” Namjoon leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead before frowning, “You’re burning up. I knew that cold rain was going to catch up to you.” He sighed with a tut as you offered a weak smile, letting your arms wrap around his waist as he shifted in his seat, “I’ll send a maid to make sure you’re taken care of while I’m gone. Now c’mon on little omega, I need to go before I’m late.”

You let out a louder whine, the innate need for your alpha to be by your side running through your veins as you curled against him. You could feel sweat dripping down your collar bones as you nudged your nose against his stomach.

Namjoon looked a little guilty as he pried your hands off him, tears welling in your eyes as you whined again curling up in bed as your body trembled once more, “Shhh, I’ll be back sweetheart. Hopefully your fever will have gone down a little by the time I do.”

Namjoon let go of your figure as you weakly cried out, collapsing against your pillow as you whimpered unable to speak at the way your wolf was crying out in desperation for your mate to not leave you. The door closed gently as your body continuously began to tremble and with shaky hands you tied up your hair as you began shedding your clothes.

You were so hot. Another whine escaped you as you laid down back in bed, a violent tremor sounding through your body and your muscles were beginning to lock and clench as you groaned. A few minutes later a knock gently sounded at the door before a maid appeared inside.

She gave you a sympathetic smile, “The Alpha told me what was going on, I have some cool rags to help with the fever miss, we’ve sent a maid to get you a tonic to help cool you off.” She explained gently as she kneeled down, bless her heart as she gently placed the cool cloth over your forehead as you tried to suppress the whine from your lips.

Your wolf was just about as pathetic as you right now, howling and crying at her mate leaving her. The rag was quickly to dry up as the maid gently patted your collarbones down as she frowned, “You feel much hotter than most with a fever, are you sure you don’t have any other ailments?”

Your lips trembled for a moment as you thought about it. Abruptly you stiffened as your thighs clenched together, the sticky feeling of arousal making another whimper force its way out of your lips, “I’-I’m okay! It’s um….It’s just a...wolf thing…” You forced a smile as you clenched your thighs together, the maid frowned not understanding your words before she sighed, “Very well, but don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.” You nodded rapidly, trying to ignore the itch to let your hands furiously get to work.

You groaned as the door shut, trying to squeeze your thighs shut as if it would make it any better. Most humans and vampires alike may have derived the word Mate from werewolves but...your nature was still a mystery to them. Your long delayed heat included.

Your body had been in survival mode for so long that your heat hadn’t come in a long time, you never expected for it to come so early. No wonder you had felt so needy for your mates attention.

A whine escaped you once more as you flopped on your stomach, burying into the mattress before your hips immediately began rubbing into the bed in desperate need of friction, heat was suffocating you and pain was beginning to well in your lower body.

Omegas were truly the worst off with monthly heats whereas Beta’s only experienced them every three months and once every six months for Alpha’s. Over all being an omega truly was miserable. You had forgotten all about your heat after your body kicked into survival mode causing you to miss.

It made sense for it’s return though, you had met your mate, you not only were safe but you were taken care of and pampered. Your heat suddenly showering up was like your body telling you it was time to get pregnant. Your thighs began trembling at the idea of your mate, your alpha mounting you and filling you with his big knot.

You buried your face into the pillow as you whined, it didn’t matter how pathetically you humped the bed it wasn’t a replacement for what you craved. What your body needed and why arousal was seeping from your tiny hole and walls that squeezed around nothing at the idea of your alpha’s cock filling you up to breed you.

Just the idea of Namjoon’s scent was making you nearly delirious as your hips desperately rocked into the mattress once more, the strength of your heat intensifying with each moment before all you could do was tremble and whine against the bed, desperately looking for anything to help the pain. The mattress, the pillows, your fingers, anything.

Two hours.

That was how long Namjoon’s meeting took. Two hours before your ears perked up at the sound of the familiar footsteps, your wolf's tail was practically flying back and forth and crying out in need. Another wave of heat filtered through your body making sweat drip down your neck as you shakily sat up. The door quietly opened as Namjoon walked in, locking it behind him before he turned to face you.

His expression turned to sympathy that had you whining and whimpering, too weak to stand up but if you could you’d already be climbing up his tall figure, “Oh my little omega,” His voice was deeper than usual, a growl vibrating in his chest causing arousal to slide down your thighs as he slowly approached, “I could smell you all the way from the staircase.”

Your thighs felt weak at the way he stood in front of the bed looking down at you dauntingly as you fumbled against the bed, “Alpha,” You whined, lowering your gaze subserviently as you stumbled against the sheets, getting on all fours before presenting yourself for him your thighs shaky and pain coursing through you as you whimpered, “Please. Alpha it hurts.”

“Does it hurt omega?” Namjoon’s voice was growled and dominance seeped in his tone as you flinched at the feeling of his hand resting on the swell of your ass, “Do you need your alpha to stuff you full of his knot?” You jump with a cry at his hand slamming against your ass with a sting, tears pricking at your eyes as your hips impatiently backed against him.

A snarled growl left his lips as your cunt was met with the thick length of his cock hardened in his pants before his hands roughly grabbed your hips, “Be patient little omega,” His hands gripped your hips harshly and the smell of his scent wafting through the room was making you light headed as another drop of arousal seeped from your needy cunt, “Do you need your alpha to fill you? Do you need my pups little one? Do you need to be bred like a good little bitch?”

It was taking every ounce of energy to not needily drag yourself against his hips as you cried out with a frustrated whine, “Please alpha! Please! I’ll be a good mommy! I’ll take care of our pups! Please.” You needed to be filled with his cum.

Namjoon was filled with both arousal and his primal instincts running wild at the sight of you so subservient and pliable in his hands, your smell was thick and heady in the air causing a growl to escape his lips again, “Oh will you?” Namjoon growled softly, his cock throbbing his pants as his hands stroked against your soft ass, his hand dragging down before cupping you’re wet cunt as you whined.

Your toes curled as your hips began to frantically grind against his fingers, “Ah-ah! Alpha...!” Namjoon tutted, gripping your hips with his free hand as you whimpered against the sheets, your eyes filling with tears at the way your body burned and yet your mate was still teasing you, “You need to be patient little one.” Namjoon growled with a tease in his tone, his long slim fingers dragging against your wet folds as you whined, your back arching once more to try and coax him to give you what you wanted.

Instead his fingers only dragged down to meet your tender swollen clit, a cry escaping your lips as your walls clenched around nothing but air, “You’re so wet my little omega, do you need your alpha’s cock inside you,” Namjoon moaned his fingers circling and pressing against your sensitive sensitive bud as his eyes became lidded with desire watching the way you pitifully jolted and jerked to stay still for him.

Your muscles tensed before your hips began rubbing against his fingers, “What did I say?” Namjoon let out a low growl making you whine once more. His hand was not so light anymore as he struck your ass making you whimper before obediently stilling for him once more to do whatever he pleased.

His fingers dragged up your folds before you squeaked against the mattress as his finger pushing slowly into you, a second finger slid in with just as much ease due to your excessive arousal as you whimpered, “Alpha! Please! I need it! I need it please!” You begged with a sob as his fingers began jamming against your g-spot, your walls squeezing around him impossibly tight as your lips parted and your eyes snapped shut. This wasn’t at all a replacement for what you needed but it still felt amazing. You just needed more.

“You’re squeezing around me so tight little omega,” Namjoon cooed mockingly, you could practically hear the smirk on his face as his fingers began giving little thrusts as you felt drool dribbling against your chin, “How much do you need my cock bitch?” He growled, grabbing your hair as he yanked it, a gurgled cry escaped you as he pushed his fingers inside you once more.

Your hips unable to stay still anymore immediately began fucking yourself against him as you moaned and whined, his finger pads dragging along that little spongy spot as you gurgled, “Please! Alpha!” You could hardy formulate words as tears dropped down your face pleasure was twisting in your body yet it still wasn’t enough.

Namjoon let go of your hair to dive between your legs, his fingers dragging along your clit making you nearly cry out at the way your walls clenched around his fingers and the orgasm flooding through you. Your lips were parted and frantic cries escapes you as you rutted messily against his fingers, “Alpha!” Your cries were pathetic as the burning in your body only strengthened at the realization there wasn’t a knot filling your cunt.

Namjoon clacked his tongue at the sound of your pitiful sobs, your walls unbearably tight around his fingers and your hips attempted to back against him as he pulled them out of you, “My pretty omega,” He cooed softly, “Are you gonna be a good girl and let me fill your little cunt with my pups?”

His hands stroked against your sides as your legs violently shook while frantically nodding, “I’ll be a good mommy! Alpha please! Please! Need your knot! Please!” Your back arched harshly as you presented your cunt for him, desperately hoping he’d give you what your body was crying for.

Your head was becoming foggy and the need for something, anything to fill you with a knot became your number one need. Namjoon as if sensing you couldn’t take anymore teasing began to undone the knot of his pants, “You’ll be a good little bitch and carry my pups? You’ll let your alpha breed you like a good girl.” Namjoon let out a soft moan, his eyes closing as his cock sprung free, bobbing in the air in search for your cunt as his hands dragged against your waist, roughly petting down your sides as you whined at his praise.

Your body tensed and swelled with excitement as you squeezed your eyes shut at the feeling of his thick bulbous tip dragging along your wet slit as another deep growl left him, “Be a good girl and stay still.” You were whining against the sheets as his bulbous tip pushed inside you, the pain hardly even there as your heat had caused you to become dripping. Unlike humans you were made to be pounded into.

“Alpha! Alpha please!” You whined, your eyes shut tightly as you strangled a mewl while keeping your body obediently still. You could hear a low growled moan from Namjoon as he pushed his cock further inside you, your cunt eagerly letting him slide in further.

“Mmm so tight,” He leaned down as he growled against your ear making you squeak as your walls tightened around him, “My little omega likes presenting her cunt doesn’t she? Does she like to be fucked hard and knotted?” You didn’t get the chance to answer before Namjoon’s hips were slamming into you, his cock fixing the ache of your cunt as you moaned embarrassingly loud as your face pressed against the mattress.

Pleasure was immediate as you cried out, moans escaping you as your walls needily clenched around his cock, “Alpha!” You whined before squealing against the mattress at the feeling of his long fingers pressing into your tender swollen clit. You whimpered as pleasure welled hotly inside you, your body needy for him after denying your consummation for so long. Your body was being lurched with every powerful thrust of Namjoon as he growled, “That’s it omega, milk your Alpha’s cock, mmm that’s it. You want your alpha’s knot don’t you?”

“Yes please! Please! I’ll be a good girl.” You whined not having the energy to do anything but stay obediently in place as his massive cock continued splitting your cunt with every thrust, just feeling his thick length was causing your head to spin and your pleasure spiking as you mewled, “Alpha y-your so big…! Alpha please.”

Your hips kept trying to buck into him causing a low snarl to escape him, Namjoon sounded nearly primal compared to his gentle level headed manners, hand large hands tightly gripping your hips and forcing them still as you whined in impatience your body craved his knot badly but you had heard Alpha’s don’t knot as quick as Beta’s.

“Be patience bitch.” Namjoon growled, his hands would certainly leave bruises later as his hips slammed into you to sate your needy cunt, he growled in pleasure at feeling your tiny walls trap his throbbing cock, “Gonna have my pups, fill your cunt up until your tummy is filled with my pups.” You whined as your body jolted, walls clenching harshly at his cock roughly sliding in and out of you, your heat craving his knot as your thighs trembled in anticipation.

“Please alpha! Please! I’ll be a good mommy.” You whined and whimpered, your back aching from it’s uncomfortable arch but your ass perking, wanting the perfect angle for his knot. Namjoon’s fingers roughly rubbed into your clit only making your walls that much tighter as his hips snapped harshly into yours, his chest pressing into your back as he growled into your ear, “That’s right little omega you’re going to have my pups. Mine.”

Your thighs were beginning to tremble at the feeling of his base swelling, “You’re going to be an obedient bitch and take my knot.” He snapped, his hand tangling into your hair to yank it only to shove your face into the soft mattress as his hips rammed into you at an unnatural speed.

Your moans and cries were muffled as your walls began to rapidly convulse, the feeling of his thick fat cock ramming into your tiny walls, his fingers rubbing roughly into your clit. His rough manhandling. You were like a howling pup when your orgasm snapped in your body, whines and whimpers escaping you as Namjoon growled, his scent was overwhelming and he leaned down snapping his hips as he continued rutting into you, his fangs dragging over your neck before he sunk them deep into your neck.

A loud whimper escaped you, your cunt clenching around him harder as all of your sense overwhelmed you, you couldn’t smell anything but firewood and cedar, his cock only making your orgasm that much better as he dragged it past your g-spot with each stroke as he marked you.

The base of his cock was swelling rapidly and dominant pheromones were rolling off his body as he growled and snapped at your obedience, still riding the high of your orgasm as your body was jolted and tossled by his hips which were roughly smacking against yours before you heard a choked moan escape him. Letting his cock fully rest in you as you muffled a whine against the mattress.

Tears stung your eyes at the feeling of his knot, it was massive and plugged up your small hole as you felt the first burst of hot cum stream from his cock, nobody ever told you that your hormones were running so crazy that you’d cum just from him cumming. But here you were letting out the most embarrassing cries and squeals in pleasure and it was like your orgasm was tenfold at being filled up by your Alpha.

Spit was dripping into the bed as you let out the lewdest moans, your hips grinding against his cock that was completely stuck inside you, a snappy growl escaped Namjoon as he released your neck from his mouth, his cock hyper sensitive yet your needy grinding earned the second spurt of cum from his knot , “Stop that you needy little bitch.” Namjoon snarled in command, your walls split open by his massive cock yet they were still so tight around him. His cum was like euphoria for you. Making your head spin and your body nearly black out in pleasure as your hips kept trying to grind against him for more.

Namjoon snapped again as he grabbed your hips making you cry out with a whine, walls needily clenching around around him earning a third load of his seed as you moaned pathetically, your knees trembling but your body was begging for more. Taking pity on your trembling desperate figure Namjoon let his fingers return to your clit nearly making you scream as you whine against the sheets, “That’s right little omega.” Namjoon purred against your ear, “Let them all know who you belong to.”

You were trying your best to be still, you really were. Tears pricked at your eyes as he let his fingers circle over your swollen bud, your walls harshly clenching around him earning a low growl, “Keep milking my cock baby. You’re gonna be such a good mommy.” Namjoon nipped against your ear as you whimpered. You were in absolute bliss, being stuffed full of his knot, his fingers playing with your clit while filling you with his seed.

Your inner wolf was howling in ecstasy. The pleasure was so much you weren’t sure when it happened but your vision began to spot before darkening altogether.

“I’m glad to see you’re feeling better Luna.” Your cheeks burned at the Prince’s well meaning comment as you gave a timid smile, trying not to think about just why you had gotten ‘sick’ according to the rest of the court. Namjoon’s nose nudging against your neck as you curled into your seat. Your heat would have been unbearable had it not been for your mate, but Namjoon had taken care of you the whole week and…

You couldn’t say for sure but you had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before a pregnancy was announced. You couldn’t say for sure, omega’s weren't easy to impregnate but, surely after being knotted for a week straight by an Alpha...Just the idea of little pups running around had you nearly bouncing in your seat, “Oh, thank you Your Highness, I’m feeling much better.” You nudged back against Namjoon, eliciting a small growl in your ear from him as he straightened up a little.

A large hand stroked against your hair as Namjoon spoke up, “Thank you for letting us stay, we’ll be heading out later this evening to unite with the pack, I’m sure they’re all ready to begin our journey back to our territory.”

Jungkook offered an easy smile as he nodded, long locks of raven hair shielding his eyes briefly with the movement as he replied, “I’m sure, wolves have always had the tendency to be nomadic in nature. I just have one request for you.” Namjoon raised his brows in curiosity as the Prince looked to his mate, a gentle encouraging smile on his lips as if trying to coax her to speak.

She withered a little, looking away in reservation as she mumbled, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Jungkook’s hand squeezed against hers in confirmation as she took a breath in resignation before glancing between you both, “I’m...looking for someone...A powerful witch, they say she lives north, I don’t expect you to look for her, but if you were to stumble across one such as herself, please send her to me, directly.”

You tilted your head in confusion before you glanced at Namjoon, witch of the north...? Was this the same witch the scout from the Sisterhood was looking for? You could see the a mixture of desperation and resignation in the Princess’s eyes as she glanced back at the table, her hands folded as Jungkook tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear with soft eyes, “Pardon my words but,” Everyone’s attention was on you as you tilted your head, didn’t Namjoon say the royal court enforced these rules more then anyone? “Isn’t witchcraft punishable by death…?”

A tense air took over the table and it seemed your words were confirmed, while you didn’t live in any kingdom, you had known just as well as anyone else witchcraft was against nearly every kingdom's law. Jungkook bowed his head, as if in understanding of your confusion, “It is, which is why we ask you to keep this between the both of you. We’re looking for someone dear to my mate, but the only way we can possibly find closure is through magick. Please don’t go out of your way or put yourselves in danger for this.”

Namjoon nodded in understanding though keeping what he had previously talked to you about a secret, “Of course, we’ll keep a lookout if we come across anyone with that sort of power.”

“Thank you.” The Princess offered a small smile before letting her gaze drop back to her plate, the conversation between the Prince and Namjoon picking up once more with any last minute details of what to look out for.

After your private dinner with the crowned Prince and future Princess you had made your way out of the palace. While you would miss the plush beds and elaborate meals you wouldn’t lie in saying you were glad to be out of the bustling city and into the open air where your new pack greeted you with open arms.

Taking a long sniff of the fresh air you curled up against Namjoon where the big bonfire was, everyone conversed and celebrated another fruitful picking to eat well. Namjoon’s arms wrapped around you as he nudged against your neck, a smile on his lips as he hummed, “Should we tell the pack?”

You felt a smile tug on your lips as you looked up at the man who had become your whole life, shaking your head as you let out a breathy laugh, “No, I’d rather not tell them until we know for sure.”

Pressing a kiss into your neck Namjoon flirted, “We’ll give it two weeks.” You rolled your eyes with a smile as you leaned against him, his hands tenderly stroking your stomach as you closed your eyes. You couldn’t wait to begin the journey to a new land once again and experience everything with your mate in hand.

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I. Midnight City

Summary: Tuning you out is automatic. A skill he could categorize as instinct. Some blessed evolutionary trait developed in the brief span of nine months for the sake of his sanity— because he’d die otherwise.

Nearly a year now and Steve’s concluded that the hostility must be permanent, and that it’ll never change.

Pairing: Steve/Reader

Warnings: So much cussing. Rough smut.

A/N: 3.8K words. Aaaah thank you to everyone excited about this!! :) I am too!! It’s really, erm, angry. Writing Steve as slightly falling apart because he’s had it with being dealt shitty cards is so much fun to explore. I hope you like it!! Please let me know what you think.

A History of Touch Masterpost

You’re bad with directions, that’s always been the case.

Resistant to guidance and steering—if you were a horse, you’d be the hypothetically dead kind someone keeps beating.

It’s why he’s not the least bit surprised that you’re hobbling across the parking lot of his apartment complex at this ungodly hour. You should be heading back to compound quarters as directed, but Steve was closer, and your gushing wound required immediate attention.

He stands frigidly in damp grass, caught under the building’s long shadow with his fists in his pocket and a wry look, annoyed to be the lucky idiot who lived nearby. A golden boy scowling dark enough to black out every streetlight.

Steve assess the damage as you limp. Shreds of mismatched fabric are holding you up, knotted haphazardly together and then looped around the meat of your thigh. The rest of you looks fine enough, but you wheeze quietly like you’ve got a potentially cracked rib.

He considers letting you throw an arm over his shoulder or picking you up. Anything to help take some pressure off that mauled limb, but one: you’d probably shove him if he tried, and two: he just… wouldn’t.

Instead, he demands, “Where’s Bucky?”

“Are you serious?” You’re incredulous, and loud. “Again, with Barnes—I’m leaking blood and you’re asking about Barnes?”

“Keep your voice down.”

You play deaf, complaining about his tendency to coddle everyone except you—and thank god for that because you don’t know how they live with him breathing down their backs.

“It’s creepy,” you say, “the way you fucking hover. Get a hobby, Rogers. A girlfriend. A project. One that’s not Barnes because he’s completely capable on his own—he’s not made of glass. Shit.”

You gather the blackening gossamer hemline of your dress and grip it tightly, struggling to keep up with his near jog. “Your pal punched one of Tony’s suits the other day and I’m pretty sure he made it cry. Whatever Nazi Koolaid they mainlined you with—"

“Where is your off button?”

“Have you looked for it... in your dreams?”

You retain your nerve even though the corner of your mouth is twitching, deflecting the genuine pain flickering across your face— how tired you are. A few more seconds of Steve pondering if he’s some kind of sociopath for ignoring your sorry state before he resigns to simply tuning you out.

It’s automatic. A skill he could categorize as instinct. Some blessed evolutionary trait developed in the brief span of nine months for the sake of his sanity— because he’d die otherwise.

You’re the biggest thorn in his side and frankly, he feels poisoned by your entire everything. The worst teammate he’s ever had. That inflamed itch in the back of his throat that never quite clears out. You’re easily a hundred times more aggravating than Tony—and god, he remembers how much he despised Tony in the early days.

Impressed upon them by Fury for reasons still unknown to him, Steve pinned you as arrogant from the start. Selfish and childish, you counter his orders at every chance, seeming to find joy in defying him, constantly shaving his patience to a fine thread. Maybe it could have turned out well enough, like Tony did, but nearly a year now and Steve’s concluded that the hostility must be permanent, and that it’ll never change.

He tried, okay? He really did. Tamed his tongue for a while, lowered the register of his voice when he would rather yell, checked himself from grabbing you by the shoulders and—Steve Rogers doesn’t get into fistfights in alleyways anymore. The most he can do is nail your ass in a sparring match and hopes you don’t nail him back. It’s a toss up most days, and that makes it so much worse. So he does what he can; he controls himself.

You’re still yammering on, “Barnes caught a goddamn bullet—he collapsed a whole concrete wall. Zero scratches on him--” You say Bucky rolled out in pristine condition, followed directions because he’s a good little soldier and left before you did. Steve’s listless, your voice droning on like a mosquito whizzing by his ear. But he’s alert enough to hear your next stomp.

His ears pick up the impact first—the press of your foot on something different—soft. Then, very abruptly, it pops like a single piece of oversized bubble wrap and you freeze mid-sentence about Bucky’s shoulders knocking out steel doorframes.

“What the hell was that…”

You don’t see it yet. A trail of viscous dark green spraying up your bare calf, reaching up your knee like a criminal hand.

“I don’t know,” Steve snaps quickly. “Shut up.”

Steve knows what it is.

It’s peak summer and the bugs are out, but it’s also 1:30 in the morning and telling you a basic fact about seasons would only be asking for a scene outside of building D when the rest of the complex is still under the illusion that the 6’2” blonde-haired, blue-eyed, built-like-two-tanks resident in 304 is just another civilian.

Nope. He’s not screwing this perfectly domestic arrangement up, especially not for you and your failed elementary education. The faster he hauls you in, the faster he can staple gun your leg shut and watch the door hit your ass on the way out.

“It’s wet!?” You shriek, “It’s dripping—”

“It’s fine. Now walk like you got somewhere to be,” he commands, “And will you shut up.”

Grabbing your shoulders before you can barrel into him, he shoves you up the stairs. Your brain is still catching up to it all, head spinning from your side to your front lest you’re interested in familiarizing your teeth with the next metal step.

Steve yanks the door open, attempting again, “It’s probably just some kid’s food litter. Sauce packet.” One final glance outside and then he flips the deadbolt locked, hand reaching for the hallway scone light.

When warm yellow floods the room, you finally grow brave enough to look down. It’s a few seconds of your own assessment, weighing out the truth of his lie before reaching the conclusion that he’s a filthy, fucking liar who lies. Your fists start shaking. “Is this… bug guts?”

Before Steve can tell you for the umpteenth time to shut up again, you surprise him by wailing, “Oh my god! Get it off me? Jesus! Christ! Steve!” And Steve physically reels back, astonished that you just called him by his first name and are on the verge of breaking into tears.

He doesn’t know why he makes another feeble effort at, “It’s not—”

“Fuck you, it is! Oh—”

It sounds funny and overwhelmed. Desperate. Unexpected. Your chest heaving, lips parted, tongue wet inside as you hyperventilate, fingers digging into the floor so hard they go bloodless. The tiniest furrow of his brow, eyes narrowing at the way you continue to gesture frantically, as if expecting him to remedy the situation with another hysterical, “Steve!”

“Stop freaking out.” He says without thinking. “I’ll be right back.” Yet, it holds less bite than usual.

His mind’s still turning over the shape of your panting mouth, his name thrown from it carelessly as he briskly steps away and into the kitchen for rags and soap. Then he ducks into the bathroom for the first aid kit, counting his steps, curling his fingers around the case briefly.

As expected, because you can’t be trusted to follow directions any better than a feral child can, you’re absolutely freaking out upon his return, in no shape to confront your phobia much less bandage yourself. Choked words come out in a rush of panic, slurred together and fatalistic.

“Don’t even bother, Rogers,” you say, eyes blocked with your forearm. “Just cut it off and kill me like you’ve always wanted to. Kill me dead.”

Steve drops the supplies with a quiet “huh”. Two hours ago, you were probably shattering someone’s jaw and now here you are: falling apart because a caterpillar bled on you. He makes a noise like a snicker. “Sure,” he says, giving it some thought. You? Conceding to him? Steve’ll never get this lucky again.

He lowers to his knees anyway, smirking, with damp rags in hand and marveling at the sudden turn of events. A few precursory strokes with your entire body tense like a bowstring and the green leaves thin filmy residue, shiny on your skin.

The foam glob gets smeared on your leg next, his palm rubbing up and down until it’s slathered all over. He makes sure to get the dry bit on the curve of your kneecap and the side of your thigh. You groan pathetically, shuddering as goosebumps prickle both your arms.

“It’s just soap.” Steve mutters, “I’m gonna wipe it off now. How are you such a baby?” He chews on his words, feeling just a little guilty for giving you grief. It’s late, after all. You’ve been working, no matter how poorly— got shot and everything. Likely delirious, now.

Steve’s fingers are skimming the edge of your hipbone before he realizes it, dress lifted, cascading over his wrist and forearm. He’s only aware he’s gone too far when you stare at him pointedly. An irritatingly perfect eyebrow is raised high on your face and if a pin dropped, he’d be able to hear it.

Bristling, but his hands continue their work, too late now to pretend there’s any decency left even if he won’t admit it. Green and red soiled towels, a wince as he moves to the actual wound on the other side, dabbing alcohol, keeping you still when you jerk.

Tweezers excavate a sliver of shrapnel and Steve frowns at how it clings to your muscles. You knock your head against the wall, hissing, hand shooting out to stop him before you pull back and turn away.

“Steve,” you say, soft and vulnerable, “That really hurts.”

“One more,” he says back, softer, and the next stab into your leg lances past the first. Strange, how his passing guilt starts settling inside him. Thorn in his side or not, he’s the one literally digging into you now. He almost apologizes when you look at him agonized, sweat collected across your brow, along the lines of your collarbones. Eyes half-lidded.

He swallows thickly, playing disinterest at how you feel like this. Supple in his grip, shivery hot. The skin on the back of your knee delicate in his calloused hold.

Fumbling hands move fabric between your legs to offer flimsy cover, trying not to touch anything he’s not supposed to—or think about touching anything he’s not supposed to. It’s useless, really; it wasn’t a very dignified dress to begin with, and it certainly hasn’t gotten better being pulled on and tugged at—ripped and tangled here and there. His own hands have already rucked it up tonight.

Not a lot. Just a little. But he… could do more of it.

Steve pretends to concentrate on stitching, squirting iodine and sealing gauze. He keeps himself from the rest of his thoughts—almost.

It’s quiet.

Suddenly, your mocking voice breaks the silence. Back to your usual self, it seems.

“Getting awfully familiar there, you little pervert.”

And his own rapid-fire response, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Sly bending lips send his guts upside down. A tilt of your mouth, jerking up in that stereotypical pursed and haughty manner, and he’d very much like to smack it from your face. Kiss it clean-fucking-off.

A low drag of his name rumbles from your belly and it makes his skin crawl all the way up to his eyes. Steve bites down before his teeth finds something else to pull on, wholly regretting showing you any semblance of compassion.

He grits out, “I think I liked you better in shock.”

The tip of your tongue provokes him, tracing the sharp point of your canine toward the edge of your front teeth. You croon, “I think you just like me. Noticed you staring real hard.”

Heat blooms from the back of Steve’s neck up his throat and it only takes a second to catch the rest of him. The bottle of iodine splatters on hardwood, rich umber spilling in rivulets when he clambers over your body and pins you to the floor.

He’s hungry— resentful and determined to control a situation he’s truthfully never had any control over, goddammit. You. Your presence. Your relentless need to fuck up his day, and now night. Thanking him with insolence. Taunting him about liking you, when he knows inside the marrow of his ancient fucking bones, he sure as shit does not.

All of it, contradictions. His head is swimming when he braces himself above you, glowering, blistering skin high on adrenaline. He doesn’t even care that the weight of him is likely going to bruise you up even worse, or that you’re going to get blood all over his jeans.

“Oh, you like-like me.” Still provoking him, even like this.

Hands find rough purpose, the junction of his thumb and pointer lands on your awful mouth, fingers curving around your face, turning your head to the side until your cheekbone meets the floor. You make another ragged sound when Steve pushes the torn hem up past your waist, pulling your underwear to your knees.

He bears down more, situating his thigh between your legs, until he’s against heat. You buck up, shuddering. He’s trying not to linger on how this is decidedly a terrible idea, fucking someone like you, wanting to drive his hands under their skin, tear them half apart—but he’s angry, and it feels good.

The phone in his back pocket buzzes twice.

“Be quiet,” he hisses, scrabbling for it and checking the caller. You huff when he stills, then whimper when he presses his knee to your clit. A slide of his finger up on the screen and he says, “Buck? You alright?”

On the other line, Bucky mumbles a concerned, “She get there?”

“Yes. What about you?”

“I’m fine. Be easy, yeah? It was bound to go pear-shaped anyway. Ricochet doesn’t pick who to hit, it just hits.”

A glance your way, splayed out, and Steve responds tightly, “Can’t make any promises.”

“Jesus, the two of you are like cats and dogs. Jab her with the lidocaine and send her back, we got paperwork in the morning and she can’t sleep in.”

Shit. He’d forgotten all about the local anesthetic before the ripped new holes in you just to put you back together. “Buck--“

“Aw, jeez, Stevie. I can practically hear you sprouting feathers like a mother hen. Listen,” his voice goes small, almost happy. “I’m good, alright? Really good. Glad I went, so do me a solid, and relax.”

Buck hangs up soon after, and Steve slides the phone toward the wall, looking down at your tense body beneath him, but not quite seeing it. Bucky’s fine, like you said, like Steve figures he would be, even though he’ll never get rid of the part of him that rails against any and every one determined to send Bucky off to fight again.

Steve starts blinking back into his body, noticing you wrenching your jaw out of his hand, and hesitates. He shouldn’t be doing this.

“I told you he’s fine,” you sneer up at him. “Keep him cooped up in your little padded rooms and he’ll really go crazy— it’s no favor to him. He doesn’t need you as much as you think, Rogers.”

The fire in Steve’s spine reignites, lodging itself the base of his throat, sparking napalm hot. His face shifts into pure loathing and it keeps him stuck and wheeling blindly back into fury. Steve could actually kill you. He really, truly, could.

You’re the last person on Earth who’d know a damn thing about what’s good for Bucky, or anything about him at all. You didn’t grow up with him. You didn’t fight for him time and time again. Didn’t lose him twice or proverbially drop kick the whole U.S. government for him.

No.

Steve finally gets Bucky back after the brainwashing and re-washing—what’s left of Bucky’s head a mess of soup and Steve’s only instinct is to keep it all from spilling out, but you make it damn near impossible.

Since Buck’s started at the compound, you’ve been dead set on his entry into the field, his name in your mouth like he’s your best friend, asking to pair up with him. You argue that he’s ‘roided out on serum, takes bullets like flyswatter hits, so let him watch your six and your twelve since the other super soldier could care less if you end up Swiss cheese in an alleyway.

But Bucky isn’t ready— wasn’t ready. He’d gone tonight, though. And Steve’d spent the day feeling cracked out on worry. Now here you are, here Bucky isn’t, and he still can’t admit that you might have been right.

He’s torn about it. Bucky’s made for war, same as Steve. Worse than Steve, seen it even closer, counted its teeth around his neck—but he— Steve grimaces-- doesn’t he deserve some rest, goddammit? Who cares how he’s able to function— he’s not a weapon. He needs peace and people who aren’t wanting to make use of him.

Steve searches for verbal footing, emotions pinballing from anger to uncertainty to flustered when you start laughing.

“Aw, Rogers, you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you stupid.”

His world goes full tilt in the wrong direction. He just moves, mindless about if it’s the right thing to do.

The sound you make when he shoves a finger inside is high and fluttery. Your eyes screw shut, bottom lip pulled tight between your teeth and Steve takes that as a sign to add another one, heel of his palm flush against your clit.

“Beg me to,” he says, voice low and firm. “You always got so much to fucking say. I’m waiting.” But you only gasp, jerking to the pattern of his fingers curling up, back, forth. “Really?” Steve wonders, “This all it takes? Imagine that.”

Your eyes are squeezed shut, brows knitted, chest heaving to catch your breath. Your mouth hangs open mutely, thank fucking god. It’s as close as Steve will ever get to begging, and he’ll take it.

Steve puts his hand over it anyway, in case you change your mind.

You swallow syllables of what is very likely a dry fuck you, and Steve can’t deny that he’s aroused as fuck about it, wet in his boxers already. It smells like blood, rubbing alcohol, and that musky sweet tang—you, trembling beneath him, breath puffing and going nowhere in his palm, and the utter helplessness makes him swell against his zipper. A golden boy not as pristine as anyone thinks. God’s righteous man on a mission to break you down.

He rolls his hips again and you squeal like a wounded animal, hooking your ankles behind his back, gripping his waist with your knees, wanting it just as much as he does.

You whimper when he gets inside, clawing at his shoulders. Steve’s got one leg out of his pants, a bare knee sliding on hardwood, moving it from near your thigh to your hip, angling himself deeper inside of you, feeling the coil in his belly wind itself up.

“That’s it,” he grunts, bottom lip between his teeth, panting hoarsely as he pushes on, face, body, guts, all buzzing. His hips snap against yours like fast punches. It’s mean. Rapidly approaching violent. He doesn’t get to do this often—or, ever. He’s Steve, after all.

Short of signing a NDA in blood and getting tailed by one of the many eerily silent men employed by Fury, no woman comes over to his apartment and gets pounded into the next century. It’s always nice sex. Careful sex. Safe, sweet, wholesome apple pie Captain America sex.

Not rough. Not raw. Not like this. As far as anyone knows, he’s a perfectly sweet tub of homestyle vanilla—what a shame.

So he lets himself be greedy. Soaks it up because it’s really good. His entire enormous body eclipsing and dominating all of yours. His temper, his rage, his darkness, he’s giving it to you. And you keep taking it so. damn. good.

“Fuck,” he says again, fixing his stare on your hairline, enough away from your face so he doesn’t have to look but can see peripherally how you are. Blissfully numbed, pupils blown out with pleasure, sometimes flinching, and then glazed over immediately, like riding a high. Admittedly pretty in a rare and exposed state.

His cock is sloppy in his hand when he scrambles for it. You were pulsing all around him, coming, clenching so goddamn tight, a better grip than he’s ever had and that was all it took. He presses his pulsing head on the diagonal line of your hip, landing streaks across your belly and onto the floor.

Afterwards, he goes slack, blinking sweat out of his lashes, returning to his thrumming body. You’re panting too, in the comedown, feet gingerly slipping off.

“Shit,” He mutters at the state of the room, reaching for the iodine bottle still idly seeping on its side. “Get up.” He shimmies back into this jeans, ignoring the wet dark spot smudged along the stitching. He’ll have to soak it out. Everything. Maybe bomb the entire place.

“Yep,” you reply curtly in the wake of his handprint, lips puffed up rosy from the pressure, slowly rising on your elbows, fixing your clothes and the tape seeping red.

Steve quietly drags the pile of scattered towels across the mess with one foot, soaking up rust and grime, kicking the first aid tin out of the way with the other. “You… want the shot?” He asks mechanically, eyeing the sterilized needle in its glossy packet.

“No.”

“You can barely walk on that thing.”

“Like you give a shit?”

Neither of you find each other’s eyes here, not even to glare, to chance it. Whatever just happened, it’s getting buried so far beneath his grave it’ll drop right into the mantle. Steve smooths his hair uncomfortably, then steels his appearance back to indifference. “You gonna leave or what?”

A snort. “Already gone.”

You almost look pathetic heading to the exit, laboriously upright only because you’re stubborn like that. He could offer you a jacket or something—anything to cover up the wrap that looks more like leftovers of an old sock than any measure of first aid, at least give you some comfort from the night’s loneliness.

But, he doesn’t. He’ll allow nothing to change because of this. If he does it’ll be admitting to himself that there might be no control here. If you leave with something of his other than spit, it’ll come back around to bite him later like most things involving you.

Nah. Steve’s not that stupid for anything, and never for you.

So he watches as you expressionlessly walk to the door without looking back or saying bye.

He doesn’t say bye either.

#marvel #fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x you #reader insert #steve rogers imagines

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“Welcome for the third, and (hopefully) final time to the auditorium, beloved students of Night Raven College! Yes, as many of you expect, this assembly is in regards to our ice cream fundraiser, which has yet to take off! However, now that I’ve recovered from my horrific injuries from last month’s assembly, I say it’s time for us to start anew, and introduce our new line of flavors!

… Why are you all groaning??? Truly you’ve not grown tired of ice cream already, have you?! … No, no, it can’t be… You all just must be far too excited to carry on! Very well! I shall introduce to you the newest flavors, and then you’ll be off! Making me… Err, the school, enough Madol to fix the chandelier that was broken (again) last week!

… Hm? Why aren’t we using the past flavors? … Well… You see there was a… Ah, would you look at the time! If we don’t start now, we’ll never finish! Vargas! Bring up the first cooler!!! NOW!!!

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Lemon Zestvolt- Don’t let his frown fool you, this sweet cream is actually quite sweet, with it’s mellow mix of lemon and lime that’ll make you smile! (... Though, it does take quite a while to actually get past the bitter aftertaste… And it’s surprisingly loud… And… It feels like it’s constantly judging my every move according to a standard that’s quite frankly unrealistic… And... You know what? We’re just going to move on for the sake of my self-confidence!)

Blue Berrygrotto- Despite it’s name, this treat’s name is quite deceiving! It’s not just blueberry, but in fact, a mix of eight different types of berries, all baked into a freshly warm pie and served a la Mode with a trustworthy smile~! (… Hm? What do you mean that sounds a bit much…? Ehrm, no matter!)

Even if it’s a bit… Wet, you won’t mind at all once you enjoy it’s wonderfully sophisticated taste! Ah and would you look at that! On sale for only 300 Madol! What a steal~! Make sure you stop by the cafeteria to buy a Blue Berrygrotto today!

Lion-Colored Kingsicle… Stick- … Well! There was a batch of ice cream in this cooler… And now it’s gone. We have no idea where it we- (... Oh, hold on, did we find them?) … Well! Turns out that as we speak, the original ice cream has been found tucked into obscure corners of the college where no person in their right mind would even think to look, or… On beds… (It seems the only reason they’ve been found is because they’ve begun to melt…)

… Well! We still have popsicle sticks available, so why not treat yourself with some? I’m sure at least one of you could find something to do with so many popsicle sticks!

(Warning: If you encounter this treat on your daily commute, simply back away slowly, and contact a trusted member of Night Raven College Staff to dispose of this treat. Do NOT engage. (Night Raven College is not liable for any injuries/death that may result in confrontation of this product.))

Coco’lover!- Ah, did you think this treat was simply coconut! Well, my delightful students, you are wrong! This ice cream is a delicate balance of coconut, and pistachios, a surprisingly friendly combo! … Well, that is as long as you like coconut… And pistachios… (On second thought, this combo wasn’t the best idea now, is it?)

… Ahem! I hear it pairs quite well with baked delights, so do keep that in mind!

Mortho Energy Drink… Sicle- Tell me children, would you like to stunt your growth by drinking unhealthy shots of pure caffeine? Well, I’m here to inform you that is a foolish idea! Why drink them, when you can eat them instead with an ice cream sponsored by Mortho™ Energy Drinks! Whether it’s for a late-night study session, or for an extra kick during finals, Good ol’ Mortho here will help to keep your poor body conscious against its will!

(... Also, please buy these as soon as possible. He’s beginning to miss one of our discontinued flavors, and will melt… (Night Raven College is not liable for injuries/death that may result from consumption of this product. If Mortho™ Energy Drink-Sickle commences Self-Destruction mode, toss it as far as possible, and duck for cover. To avoid such an occurrence from happening, do NOT insult any person with fire-like hair within the vicinity. It WILL hear you, and it WILL be upset.))

Catolate Diamikan- Do you need to take a… (Wait, what was that one site called…? Ah, yes!) MagiCam-worthy photo of yourself and friends? Well, fret no longer students, as this is the treat for you! A picture of you and Catolate’s smile is sure to be a hit! And if it’s not… Well, he’s flavored like white chocolate and oranges, so either way, you’re a winner!

(... Speaking of photos… Trien, why did you not like my “selfie” that I took earlier this afternoon? … Ah, you’re right! This isn’t the time for such trivialities! I shall simply discuss it with you later then!)

Mir-Lot- A treat based on the likeness of our beloved Magical Mirror itself! Doesn’t it look absolutely stunning, in all it’s glory? Ah, even this old bird can’t help but marvel at it’s timeless beauty… This treat is a nice, deep merlot-flavor, (non-alcoholic, of course!) that I’m sure more mature audiences will enjoy…

And even if you don’t… Well, you don’t want to hurt our beloved mirror’s feelings now, do you? You should buy one anyway, just so it knows for sure it’s appreciated~!

Berry Bad Cat- This… “Cute,” little feline’s filled with many surprises, and though most of them are a hassle… This surprise is actually quite pleasant! A bold blackberry taste, sprinkled with small popping candies that seem to light a spark along your taste buds… Why, it’s surprisingly easy to grow attached to it!

(… Wait, what do you mean my tongue has turned black?! Oh heavens, get me a mirror!!! And water!!!)

Ramshackle Special- Um… Well… This ice cream had no specific flavor. It was an amalgamation of every single flavor crafted so we could save funds and resources, and it was quite awful the majority of the time, so we’d lowered the price for 100 Madol, but… Before we even made the official announcement, someone snuck into my office and took every single one… Of course, they were at least kind enough to leave the funds for it all, but…

Oh, who cares about manners?! WHICH ONE OF YOU RELEASED FIREFLIES INTO MY OFFICE?! … Well, if no one will confess to the crime, then everyone will be punished for the crime! … Later, of course!

Now, like before, we have three special options that are just a tad bit above the rest in terms of flavor and appearances, so despite how kindhearted and generous I am… We will have to charge just a bit extra for these three. Surely you all understand~! These next treats are also quite limited, so if you desire to delight in one, make sure you buy them fast! Once they’re gone, they’re gone!!!

(Well… Not completely, but if people are under the illusion that there is no second chance, then they’re be far more likely to make impulsive purchases! Oh ho ho~ Dire, you clever, dapper man, you~ … Wait, did I say that out loud?)

… Anyway! Our first premium snack!

Rhymes Rosetarts- A delightful treat of sweet cherry tarts with cream and… Oh, is that actually a hint of roses I caught?! How interesting! I’d love nothing more than to dig in, yet… For some reason, I feel that even if my manners slip just a tad, that I’d be chastised… Ah, I suppose I will simply have to consume the treat carefully, lest my suspicions are confirmed true… Which they’re not!

(Night Raven College is not responsible for injuries/death resulting from consumption of this product. Make sure to review the rulebook supplied with each purchase before unwrapping this treat. Once it is free from it’s wrapper, it will always have it’s eyes on you…)

Varbucks™ Iced Protein Coffee- Are you fan of coffee? Or perhaps something sweet, but healthy? Well this treat i-”

“OI, DIRE! WHY AM I THE ONLY STAFF WHO’S ICE CREAM WAS AWFUL?!”

“A-ah! Professor Crewel! Well, err… I’ll… Get back to you on that, yes! So why don’t you have an ice cream and calm d-OWN NO, NO, NO!!! GET OFF THE STAGE I’M SORRY CREWEL PLEASE DON’T H-YAHHH!!!”

Apple Farmier- “... Well, I suppose since the Headmaster was forced to step away for “business,” I should wrap up this assembly. The final dessert available for purchase during our school fundraiser will be the... “Apple Farmier?” (... Crowley seems to have a knack for finding such strange names…)

The Apple Farmier is described to have an almost overly-sweet aroma of ripened apples, yet when bitten into, administers a horrific shock from it’s incredibly sour taste. Those who have tried it described an almost numbing sensation on their tongue, and one such person even lost consciousness as a result of it.”

“Meow.”

“(Hm? Quite right Lucious, thank you for the reminder.) If you purchase this treat, do be aware that our esteemed institution does not hold any accountability for any harm that comes upon you. Do consume the product at your own risk… As for the lot of you who’ve decided to fall asleep during the assembly, I shall see you in detention. In case you’re wondering, yes, I see you, and I will remember if you decide to “ditch.”

Now, you are dismissed. Vargas, please make sure the students return to class while I check upon the Headmaster’s condition… (And hopefully this will be the last of these tedious assemblies…)”

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Bonus

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Lionel Kingsbutter- “Have you ever sat down and thought, “Hm, there seems to be something missing in my life… Something… Hard, surprisingly sweet… And yet, something with a mean bite to match it’s bark?” Well, this treat has no bark, but it does have quite a bite! Smooth, delightful cookie butter than just melts upon your tongue, and plentiful chunks of crispy cookies! They’re a bit… Spicy… But strangely... Delicious! (... Water… I need water...! … Thank you, Trien.)

And if that’s not enough, why, just look at it’s adorable little ears, and i-YEOWCH!!! DID IT JUST BITE ME?! IT’S FROZEN CREAM, HOW DID IT DO THAT?! BAD KITTY, BAD KITTY! WHERE’S THE TRASH C-AAAAH IT’S LATCHED ONTO MY CLAWS!!! SOMEBODY, ANYBODY GET IT OFF!!! GYAAAAAAAH!!!”

#Twisted Wonderland #Leona Kingscholar #Sebek Zigvolt #Azul Ashengrotto #Trey Clover #Ortho Shroud #Cater Diamond #Grim Twisted Wonderland #Riddle Rosehearts #Ashton Vargas #Epel Felmier #Fan Art #Digital Art #Riktor's Art

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lover-of-trash-and-people · 3 years

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shadow and bone rewatch s1e6 while drinking mid-range scotch

I wish I have a face that is as unlined and pretty as Ben Barnes' when I'm 39

Arken you dirty dirty liar

the face Alek is making at his lies that he knows are lies firstly because he knows the art of lying so well and also because he can read people very well

okay Ivan is kind of a bad bitch with his smirk at Arken's lies

alek's eyes narrowing and his little smile when Arken says 'im an entertainer' bitch I love this show

*grabs hand, pulls up sleeve, and discovers Arken's hand is full of marks indicating successful passages through the fold* 'well, that is certainly entertaining' I love this man with all my heart

him screaming is so fucking hot, is that weird for me to say

Nina being the Darkling's spy is quite interesting

Ben giving the Darkling crazy eyes when Arken owns up to his guilt is so cool

also wtf is Arken a fool trying to negotiate with possibly the strongest man in the world

kind of loved the darkness literally eating him

also love Alina learning to use her powers better when she is alone than when she is with anyone else, wish we got to see the cut in this season as per the books, ah can't have everything I guess

the camera pan to Jesper's gun at his side, amazing

god Jessie is literally so beautiful I need to see her bring Alina to the peak of her power so bad

netflix you better renew this series to let the plot run to its completion

HOW THE FUCK DID THEY CAST THE CROWS SO PERFECTLY

INEJ FUCKING TREMBLING JUST THE TINIEST BIT AS SHE BOWS SLIGHTLY TO ALINA SGSHSBSJJSJSSJ MY TWO QUEENS

'And where is my Summoner?' my little Darklina heart ouchie I really wish you hadn't used and manipulated her like this Alek it was incredibly fucked up especially considering you actually caught feelings

'Ivan and I won't fail you' oh Fedyor my baby, my angel, you don't deserve what is coming

Helnik literally recreating Titanic lmao stop this is a joke

I too would jump off the raft if I came to consciousness to see a gorgeous woman with magical powers with her hand on my back

omg but why is ryevost so pretty though

'I know exactly how she felt. The King's soldiers treated me the same way... I'm not myself today.' why must you do this to me, why must you fuel my darklina soulmates agenda idiocy

I don't quite think I have a problem with the Zoya Darkling relationship as much as I have a problem with the line they chose to reveal it to use with.

my drink's over and I don't know if I should have another, considering that it's 7 am

the tenderness with which he looks at Zoya and takes her hand and then when he says 'I shall relax when I have Alina' makes me believe more that the man that is reduced to tears time and again in front of Alina could in fact be the master manipulator I know him to be

god I can't wait for Zoya's character arc

'I speak six languages, it's part of my job' why is Nina literally the fucking coolest

Alina blinding the oprichniki was so hot, I can't wait to see more of her power and her ruthlessness

I know I've said it before but good god is Jessie Mei Li gorgeous

HER LITTLE SMILE AMONGST ALL THE PANIC AS SOON AS SHE SEES MAL, THE AUDACITY OF THIS SHOW TO MAKE ME FEEL THIS WAY

THE SCORE COMING IN AT THE RIGHT MOMENT, THEIR HANDS MEETING, HER SMILE AGAIN DHDHSBSNSNSNSNAN IM IN PAIN

REALLY?! YOU'RE GONNA GO DIRECTLY FROM MALINA TO HELNIK WITH NO CONCERN FOR MY HEART?

I simply cannot get over Calahan's accent lmao it's really funny

'im not afraid of you' he says to the insanely gorgeous girl with magic

HIM HANGING HIS HEAD IN DEFEAT TO INDICATE NINA HAS MADE VALID POINTS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I CAN'T BREATHE

'You're just a man. Like all the others.' she says and then forgets her train of thought looking at him as he strips. god I love this

not sleeping all night and then scotch is not a good idea, I think

'I promise not to ravish you' 'I hate the way you talk' her hand on his chest, his hand gripping hers, my fucking heart feels like it's about to explode

good god these shooting locations and sets are so beautiful

Alina throwing the flask at Mal and Mal going 'OI!' I fucking can't, I guess I am a

simp for childhood friends to lovers, give me more of that banter and childhood friend energy, I am thriving

wow it literally seems like they took book! Mal sl*tshaming book! Alina and made show! Alina sl*tshame show! Mal, hmm, interesting

'They would have split us up!' MAL'S LITTLE SMILE AT THIS, and the 'You wrote me letters?' Mal's nod, the Malina yearning stare, the Malina hug, 'thank you for finding me' 'always. I'll always find you.' NO MALINA YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU HAVE MADE ME ABSOLUTELY FUCKING FERAL

I understand they had to split time between my ravkan babies and the crows and that is why there were several aspects that were sort of not reflected on enough but Alina's training at the Little Palace, Alina's cut, Mal's personality, a teensy bit of backstory for the crows, maybe one lockpicking scene from my boy Kaz

random note: we have far too many idols and paintings and pictures and whatnot of Hindu deities in our house apart from the specially designed temple (we are Hindus, so maybe it's not that weird but it's a little weird)

Kaz's cane is a literal star, it's so beautiful my heart wants to explode

'Why would Heleen get the Crow Club?' *literally fucking gets up and walks aways instead of answering the fucking question* I LITERALLY CAN'T BREATHE I'M LOSING MY MIND

'I know that voice' WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO MAKE ME FIGHT FOR PLATONIC SHIPS IN FANDOMS

'We won't starve' omg get you someone who packs food for you when you go on the run together hiding from your ex who wants to capture you and use your powers as a weapon against your consent

Mal looking surprised at her summoning sunlight, Alina looking cautiously at him waiting for him to disapprove or run for the hills in fear or smth like that, 'I'm sorry it took me this long to see you... But I see you now' my dumb little shipper trash heart ouch

they really said we're gonna feed you this part asian couple as the protagonists in this show in 2021 and guess what I'm eating it's really tasty I'm very satisfied as a south asian

NINA'S LITTLE SMILE WHEN MATTHIAS WAKES UP WITH HIS ARM AROUND HER

'I can feel how much you hate sleeping next to me' 👀👀👀 BITCH SAID IMMA SPILL THE TEA AND THEN SHE DID

it's 8 am and guess what I'm getting another drink my parents have c*vid and are in govt qu*r*ntine centres there is nobody to supervise or stop me

I too say 'Why do you have to say things like that?' to my pretty crush when she flirts with me

Nina smiling at Matthias bragging about his conservative ways is my aesthetic

'No, it's not natural for someone to be as stupid as he is tall and yet, oh, there you stand.' MY FUCKING QUEEN

Matthias laughing uncontrollably at Nina saying something which isn't even that funny is a whole ass vibe

Kaz Brekker saying 'The Black General' ooh fuck yeah

YESSSS STEP OUT OF THAT CARRIAGE ALL SEXY BLACK GENERAL

isn't alcohol supposed to like kill germs? well, the amount in my system definitely will

I love my crows so much (always but this time particularly for setting that alarm in the stolen carriage)

ooh Polina recognising Inej by the knife yesss let's go writers

this Ivan Jesper showdown is all I needed from life and yet did not know about

Ivan taking off his cloak was, um, sexier than I wanted it to be

I just realised how thirsty I am going to sound in this post

'Has no one told you that keftas are Fabrikator-made and resistant to bullets, hmm?' 'Oh, I do love a challenge' LITERALLY EVERYTHING

im sorry to be pointing out flaws in a perfect show and adaptation but the line delivery on 'You robbed me of my brother, now I'll rob you of your life' from Polina was kind of weak

'You're a-' *gets knocked out with the back of a gun* LMAO we love the hints

got excited at the prospect of kaz v. zoya until I realised they will not be letting the opportunity of kaz v. darkling pass up

my goodness is Amita Suman a splendid actress

I AM NOT KIDDING WHEN I TELL YOU I SQUEALED WHEN I SAW DARKLES EMERGE OUT OF THE SHADOWS IN FRONT OF MY BABY BOY KAZ

THERE BEING ACTUAL FEAR OR ATLEAST DOUBT ON KAZ'S FACE, THE LITTLE BACK STEPS AS

THE DARKLING WALKS TOWARDS HIM, AAAAH I CAN'T

THE DARKLING STOPPING AT KAZ SAYING 'SHE FLED ON HER OWN' AND THE HINT OF TEARS THAT WE SEE IN HIS EYES

'IT WAS PRETTY CLEAR SHE WASN'T INTERESTED IN BEING A CAPTIVE ANYMORE' YOU TELL HIM, KING

*ACTUAL FUCKING TEARS IN THE DARKLING'S EYES AS THE SHADOWS APPROACH*

NOT ME YOWLING LIKE A HYENA THAT THIS CHILD OUTSMARTED THE MOST POWERFUL MAN IN EXISTENCE WITH A FAKE MAGIC TRICK

'Are you sure you added enough cloves?' literally warranting a wide ass smile from my queen Alina making my entire fucking day

for some reason, no matter how much I push it from my mind, Ben Barnes dressed up as the Darkling, dancing to 'push it' keeps coming to mind, it's absolutely ridiculous

I got somehow distracted with interviews but good things came out of that as it gave my body the time for the booze to kick in

and I would just like to say that I love Leigh for all she has given me

Alina is so fucking compassionate, I have no much love for her. I can feel her guilt and her sorrow as Mal talks of Mikhail and Dubrov

don't particularly like how the stag plotline is woven in, could have been executed better

'You're afraid you might start to like me?' *flaps furs like a bird's wings in frustration*

'I DO like you' my fucking heart you idiots

the sexual tension is so palpable and the moment is so intimate I simply cannot

OMG SHE FUCKING FELL

that moment where you think he might let her fall despite having read the books and he doesn't and he tells her his name I- <3

YOU DARE TRANSITION FROM A HELNIK SCENE TO A KANEJ SCENE YOU REALLY HAVE NO MERCY FOR MY HEART HUH

people have talked about this endlessly but Freddie's little jaw tic after he says Inej because Inej is wounded and he can't physically bring himself to help her I fucking cannot

THE MUSIC PICKING UP AS KAZ LOOKS TO THE DARKLING'S CARRIAGE I CAN'T WITH THIS SHOW ANYMORE

and now for one of my favorite scenes in television and cinematic history, David Kostyk throwing a book at Jesper Fahey without even knowing who he is merely because he opens the door of his carriage and says hello to him before getting knocked out by Kaz Brekker while trying to run away

Immediately followed by another, the scene with David Kostyk raising his finger to put forward his point in front of the Darkling and the Darkling trying to let him know he doesn't have to before obliging is one of my favourite scenes in the world

also sir please stop being devastatingly attractive in your glorious appearance with your face and your black kefta and cloak because all that comes to mind is Ayesha Erotica's Emo Boy and I'm afraid that is terribly inappropriate.

'No, you look great.' *literally looks down from embarrassment or blushing* MALINA RIGHTS?

THE LOOK ON THE DARKLING'S FACE BEFORE HE SAYS 'NO ORDINARY TRACKER, NO ORDINARY GIRL' BITCH IM OUT OF BREATH

'ORPHANS OF KERAMZIN, REUNITED.' 'ADORABLE.' HE FUCKING SNEERED IRL I FUCKING CANNOT

GOD IT'S SO GOOD

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NSFW SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝submissive mess.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Amajiki Tamaki ]

「NSFW Scenario with Sub!Tamaki and Dom!Reader where they give him a mind blowing orgaasm.」 [ NSFW under the cut! ]

AMAJIKI TAMAKI

Tamaki always seem to shake and get embarrassed at the mention of sex or something intimate, no matter how many times the two of you do it. When it comes to intimate moments like these, it was always slow and loving but there are times where you get a bit out of hand and he end up a spluttering mess underneath you. Tamaki knows that it's mostly the guy who take over and leads the whole thing but he finds it hot when you take over the reigns. You just love teasing him so much.

You take joy in seeing how red his face can get when you tease him with your hands, slowly running them all over his abdomen before moving downwards. He felt like a pervert who had just been caught peeping and for some odd reason, he quite like the feeling of being completely at your mercy. Honestly, you had him wrapped around your little finger, he gives in a bit too easily. That's how Tamaki finds himself in a very compromising position. And he thought that he could actually enjoy the rest of his day cuddled up with you on the bed until he falls asleep.

The instant he got home, you pounced on him, quite literally. As per usual, you greeted him with kisses and hugs before tugging him towards the dining room to have dinner. Afterwards he took a shower before he sat down on his bed, ready to just lie down with you and sleep. But it seemed like you had other plans in mind. You took the opportunity to sit one of his thighs and shower him with kisses, asking how his day was as you slowly pushed him down onto your shared bed. It's not like he didn't like the attention but he was super embarrassed by your boldness.

Your clothes didn't help him either. Dressed in one of his shirts that was clearly too big for you and the fact that your chest was pressed up against his own was enough to make him flustered. What's more, you shifted around on his thigh where he could feel your clothed pussy rubbing against the his bare skin. You smirked when Tamaki was unable to give you a proper response to your question.

"Aw, is my baby flustered already? Your face is so red." you cupped his cheek, voice dropping down a tone. Tamaki shivers at you low voice and he never knew that he would get so turned on by just hearing your voice up until now.

"B-Because yo-you're pressing against me like this.....!" he managed to squeak out, closing his eyes.

"Pressing how, baby?" you asked sweetly, feigning innocence.

With his eyes closed, he can't see you lean in, but he feels your breath against his neck. Tamaki feels himself shivering in anticipation as you bit onto his neck, followed by you sucking and licking over the patch of skin feverishly. His shivering instantly ceased, replaced by a feeling that he had been struck by lighting. His hands clamped around your thighs instinctively to keep you locked in position. The timid male gently squeezed the tender flesh of your thighs when you leaned back to study the look on his face. You find yourself content at the sight on his face, eyes filled with desperation and lust with burning red cheeks. You changed your position when Tamaki's grip became loose.

You planted yourself directly on his lap, moving so close that you could feel his erection against your clothed arousal. A pleased hum left your lips while Tamaki's eyes fly open, fully aware of his erection. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rolled your hips against his and relished the way he shudders.

"Does it feel good, Tamaki?" you cooed. You didn't stop your movements, swivelling your hips. The friction was too addicting that you can't help but continue. Nudging his legs apart to get a better access, you pressed your crotch against his clothed cock. Through the thin fabric of your panties and his pants, you can feel it growing harder when every single move.

"Hm? What's this? I guess it feels really good, huh?" you teased, running your fingers over hie erection, your fingers were merciless, dancing over his pants and giving him light touches that made him whimper.

"[First Name], this is kind of embarrassing." Tamaki squeaked as he moved his hands to cover his face.

"So you want me to stop?"

"N-No! I didn't say that! Please don't stop...." he voiced out desperately, sitting up straight.

"You're so cute, baby." you knelt in front of him and pushed his legs apart, making space for you to fit in. You quickly got rid of his pants, mildly pleased at the fact he didn't bother to wear any boxers. Tamaki groans when you palm his stiff cock. He felt powerless and like he wasn't in control of his body, as if his entire body was controlled by you. His hips jerked when you encased his cock in your hand, slowly pumping it. You smiled at the sight of his cock, swollen and leaking precum.

"Already so hard, and I can't believe you just wanted to cuddle and sleep like this?" you smirked deviously. Tamaki wants to say something back but he can't when you began to move your hands moving up and down his shaft expertly. His hands fists at the bed sheets as you continued your ministrations. He bit on his lip to contain his moans. Seeing him struggle to hold back made you feel bad and happy at the same time. But seeing the look on his face convinced you that you were doing a good job with pleasuring your boyfriend.

It felt amazing, the feeling of your plan rubbing against him, hitting the right parts that send shivers up his spine. Having you do this to him is a completely different experience, your hands were far softer than his own and you knew how to work your hand. The way he let out small squeaks and moans occasionally makes you motivated.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself." you cooed teasingly.

”You like it when I touch you huh?” you teased.

”Y-Yes.....Aaah—I like it.....”

You continued jerking him of, paying attention to the underside of his cock while you gently massaged his balls. Tamaki moaned when he felt your lips pressed against this tip as your hand moved faster. He moved his hand to your head, gently threading his fingers through your [Hair Color] locks.

“Come on, baby boy. Tell me what you like? Do you like my hands on you,”

”Yes—Aaaah.....! Mngh.....” he tossed his head back when you squeezed the tip of his cock.

"Didn't quite catch that baby, care to repeat that?" you find yourself smirking up at the boy who looked like a deer in headlights. He had this look that clearly said 'Why must you torture and embarrass me this way?' You find yourself smiling mischievously as his mouth hanging open as he struggled to get his words out. He was so close already, holding onto the bed sheets even tighter, trembling furiously as he feels himself

"I-I like it when you touch me—Aaah!" he moaned loud, his back arching when you moved even faster. With how he's reacting, you can tell that he was close. Poor guy is holding onto the sheets for dear life. The sounds coming out form his mouth increase in volume.

"[First Name]—wait! I'm going to cum—please!" Tamaki pleaded when you didn't make any movements to stop your jerking.

"It's okay. Go ahead and cum for me." you tell him.

"I'm gonna gum! I'm cumming!" Tamaki's voice grew louder in volume and it breaks off into a whimper as he squeezed his eyes shut. You kept moving your hand, milking his cock for all it had to offer. It amazed you how his cock throbs and twitches in your hand, releasing thick liquid over your fingers and you finally released your grip while Tamaki blows his load all over your hands. He released a heavy breath after he finally came down from his high. Embarrassed, he hides his face in hands, mumbling something that you couldn't quite catch.

You popped your fingers in your mouth and licked them clean. The bitter taste on your tongue lingered for a while but once you rose up to straddle Tamaki's lap again, you pulled him into a kiss. The flavor faded a little as your tongues danced together. You wonder if he can feel how turned on you were from watching him. You didn't even have to touch yourself to know that you're already wet. Tamaki moans into the kiss when he feels you grinding against his crotch again. You were tempted to take off your panties and get yourself off by riding him. You pushed your entire weight onto the male who broke from the kiss and landed on the bed.

"Bunny? What are you doing?" he squeaked when you hastily got rid of your shirt, leaving you in nothing but a black bra and matching panties.

"You think that I'm just gonna let you have all the fun? Since when did you get so ungrateful, huh?" you playfully narrowed your eyes, asserting your dominance as you forced him to stay down on the bed with one hand pressed against his chest.

"I haven't....." you raised your hips, revealing your wet underwear that was already soiled with your arousal. You had been the one in control but you feel riled up just from watching and the heat building up in your panties was no doubt drenched with arousal. Tamaki never says it but being in this vulnerable position is quite thrilling. He gets to properly look at you at this position, on top of him like some sort of angel.

".....got a chance yet." you smirked.

But your intention were nowhere near as pure as an angel's.

Total: 1669 words Published: 28.04.2020

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Chapter 2: Time

Intro Chapter 1

So, Chapter 2 is here! I finally managed to sit down to write it. I’ve been going through a lot of changes around me so it might not be the best...Also, I think it might be going kind of slow. Well, hope you like it.

-Milo

Notes: reader is gender neutral(if by any chance I mispronounced the pronouns, let me now), it is written in your POV and Five’s.

Warnings: I think none, but let me know if anything might be triggering. bad writing maybe.

He wasn’t expecting that.

He didn’t really know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t a teenager about to burst into tears from a feat of laughter. He was very confused, baffled by their reaction, what was it they found so funny? His patience was running thin and was doubting himself, he started to wonder if this was a good idea, maybe he got confused, maybe it wasn’t them. A cold feeling rose upon his ears and neck, partly from embarrassment, partly from deception.

The youngster wiped a tear away and recomposed themselves, hands tightly clenching at their stomach for what Five believed was tummy pain from what just happened, he was waisting valuable time in this mockery. He started his step towars Klaus who was waiting for their orders in a nearby table.

“Wait! Aaaah I-I´m, phew let me” He turned towards them again, hands tucked inside his pockets as to hide his fidgeting. They let out a soft laugh, one that Five hoped was last, and recomposed, a smirk painted upon their features. “Aaah,Sit down old man, should I still address you like that?”

Five’s relief overtook his exasperation, it was them. Finally allowing himself a little more confidence of what to do next.

He took the seat across them and looked at them. They were leaned on the table, elbow on top supporting their face, they looked at him expectantly, and that’s when he realized, he didn’t really know what to say, he didn’t have a right way to start.

He went through his mind, trying to carefully form his next sentence, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. He opened his mouth, closed it quickly, to which they raised their brows, encouraging him to speak. The silence becoming uncomfortably long.

“We-” he started, only to be cut off by someone.

“You got yourself some company” the voice of the barista interrupted him just when he had made up his mind to speak.

He felt as the blood started to rise to his ears, resisting the yell at the guy.

“Yes this is an ex-collea-classmate! of mine,” they said catching themselves mid sentence. “I believe you have something for me?” they continued as if Five wasn’t even there.

“Sure thing, here, your pie and bitter black coffee,” he said with an emphasis in bitter

“make that two” Five spat out quickly, a hint of arrogance in his voice. He was clearly bothered by the sudden interruption and in dire need of coffee as the strong scent of his companion’s flooded his senses, making him the more aware of the situation.

“Please” added the teenager with an embarrassed look to which the young man nodded, eyeing Five quickly before going back to the counter. “You were saying?” they asked as they took a spoonful of the pie before them.

I need your help That was the first thing he thought, the only thing he thought, but he had to be reasonable, that was no way to approach them at the moment.

“How have you been?” he asked instead, out of compromise. It had been a fair amount of time since he had seen them, but being honest, he wasn’t interested in cordialities.

He looked at Y/N who looked at him with narrowed eyes, he knew they didn’t buy the clearly fake interest in them. A smug smirk painting across their face, as if mocking them.

“I’ve been fine, thanks, but why don’t you get to the point already?”

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You couldn’t help it, it was just funny, unsettling, but funny.

“Does it have to do with the” you snorted “shrinkage?” you asked making circles in the air motioning to point out all of his young figure.

He narrowed his gaze at you, clearly annoyed, you couldn’t really blame him for it though, not after braeaking into a laughing fit after confessing who he was, on another hand, it was payback for making you go through such an uncomfortable expirience. It was enought to go through the daily torments of your mind and the always alert mindset you brought yourself to keep at all times.

“It’s just, in case you haven’t noticed, you’re small” you took a sip out of your drink carelessly, enjoying the mix of the beverage as it went through you mouth with the amusement the situation brought to you, your eyes never leaving his face. His jaw clenched, clear sign that whatever had happened to him was not something he liked. Being honest, you weren’t being fair about the situation yourself but you decided to ignore the feeling.

“Yes, I have noticed” He said with a harsh tone. Appart from the down ageing he seemed to have some other matters going on, you decided to cut the banter.

“Now don’t get mad, what was it that you wanted to tell me?” you considered you had said enough to bother him, instead offering him a now nicer expression, encouraging him to speak.

You had gone through a lot of unpleasant situations throughout your life and knew that Five had many of his own, he had shared a couple of matters related to him with you and having de-aging being remarked to him wasn’t going to be of any help, god knows under which circumsmtances that happened and what he’s going through now.

His eyes moved as if reading invisble lines on your face, he was clearly thinking about what to say to you next

“Well, I-” after finally seeming to find the words he got interrupted once again.

“Oh Fivee!” Said a main in his 30s, he had medium lenght hair and big green eyes, somewhat of a cheaper version of what Jesus was meant to look like.

“Not now Klaus” Five said to him exasperated.

“Oh sorry little guy” he then looked at you “Hey! Aren’t you going to introduce us? I’m Klaus” he said, extending a hand with a big HELLO tattooed on it. You knew who Klaus was. Back at work The Umbrella academy was a common thing for your coworkers to talk about, they were all the rage in the 2000s department, however when ending up living in this time there was no trace of what The Umbrella Academy was instead, something called The Sparrow Academy had taken their place, but that was all you knew about them. He too seemed oddly familiar in actual timeline imagery, that exact image of him you had seen a lot of times while trying to avoid one of Destiny’s Children from giving you another pamphlet.

“Nice to meet you” you shaked his hand in return.

“So, should we leave?” he waved a paper bag in front of Five’s face.

“Actually Klaus, I’d like to stay” he nodded towards you.

“Oh, sure, I see, a little privacy” he nudged him in the shoulder. “About your coffee..”

“I already ordered one” Five told him in a way that seemed as if he was telling him to leave.

“Alright then, it was a pleasure to meet you..?” he fished for your name.

“Y/N” you smiled back.

“Beautiful name!, well it was a pleasure, hope he doesn’t bore you too much” and with that he left.

You returned your eyes to Five, he pinched the bridge of his nose, he looked tired, more than that, exhausted. Then a cup of coffee was laid cautiously in front of him, the smell stronger than your cup’s due to the new heat his drink emitted.

“Thank you” Five said under his breath to Ethan. He took the cup in his hands and took it to his lips, he was letting the pleasant smell engulf him for a moment.

“I need your help” he met your eyes, sincerity accompanying his words, like a plea.

And at that moment you pulled yourself back to what was actually happening for a second.

He needed your help, what for? The last thing you knew he was dealing with wasn’t precisely friendly business and even worse, he hadn’t meddled with the kindest of people to be honest. Last news you had about him was that he had blown up the Comission or something of sorts, that sure angered the people in power. You knew that even if he wasn’t bad he was a dangerous man with worse enemies, and being envolved wasn’t any good.

“I know you might have your doubts about me, but listen” he must have noticed the doubt on your features, now he had your attention. “I need you to trust me” his eyes held yours firmly, insisting.

You evaluated for a second. For a long time you did everything to stay out of trouble, getting away from everything related with The Commission...

“What is it exactly?” you decided to give him a chance.

He sighed in relief, whatever it was, it was clearly important to him.

“My family needs your help” he said regaining a bit of the confidence you knew in him, lightening the air between you. His family, that was something you could work with.

“Oh so now it’s your family and not you?” you went back to mocking him, to which he puffed out some tension, giving you a smug look.

“You’re insufferable kid” he grinned before taking another sip of his coffee, his eyes giving you a silent Thank you.

“Don’t” you warned him, taking a sip of your coffee, furrowing your brows “Aand now it’s cold”

#five hargreeves x reader #five x reader #tua x reader #tua imagines #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves imagine

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TickleTober Day 2: Feathers

Summary: Patton has made it his mission to test different tools against the others.

Note: Platonic or romantic, either way! This is a tickle fic if you didn’t know! Ler Patton and literally Lee everyone else (includes Deceit and Remus).

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This was all Logan’s fault. He had just joked that they should test which tools were most effective against each of them. It was merely mentioned once. Only to tease Roman who he knew was very tool sensitive. Yet, here they were. The thought had never left Patton’s mind since hearing it. Logan probably didn’t even remember saying it. But the inner tickle monster and the renowned most teasiest tickler couldn’t let it go. The ler mood had been simmering since. And now, it was all boiling over.

Now he was doing Logan proud and had even come up with a plan.

Patton was merely dusting around the mindscape. A very normal activity to do. Cleaning is very important. Setting a good example for Thomas. That was his excuse. He had never dusted the mindscape ever before. And he was hoping that someone (his plan predicted that it would be Logan) who would point it out first.

And here Logan came now.

“Patton? Are you... dusting?” He frowned before continuing to grab himself a drink. Completely missing Patton’s stilted turn and him raising the feather duster. He tip toed one step closer. Arms drawn up like the monster he was.

“Yes, I thought that everyone could be spruced up...” He crept closer to his turned back. His manic grin stretching just that bit further. Logan merely focused his attention on filling the glass, completely missing Patton’s deliberate wording of ‘everyone’ rather than everything. He set it down and finally looked back.

Patton lurched forward.

“Patton! Wha-what are you doing?!” Logan shrieked. Patton knocked him down to lay on his back. Patton sat perched on his hips. One of his hands clutched Logan’s forearms. His arms pinned above his head. Completely trapped. A feather duster clasped in Patton’s grip, pointed at him.

“Sprucing up the place! You’ve been stuck up in your room for too long! Leaning over your desk...” Patton sang as he kept his eyes stuck on his own actions. It was more awkward than he thought to pluck one feather from the duster but he smirked once he felt a long fluffy plume come loose. “You’ve collected dust yourself! It's just a spring clean! A quick feathery cleaning! It shouldn’t tickle that bad...”

“Wait wait wait! I um... feathers won’t work! Also! People cannot get dusty. Wait! I move enough!” Logan stuttered before turning into high pitched shrieking, but Patton grew bored. Sounded too sciency. Time for his own science experiment.

Using the fluffy end of the feather, he pushed the polo sleeve down. He then crept the feather closer to Logan’s armpit, making sure to go slowly and carefully ignoring Logan’s pleas. Twirling it slowly. Logan’s voice rang higher and higher. It slowly danced down his sleeve to Patton’s target. Then the feather touched down and instantly started flicking up and down.

“PAAAAA! PATAAAHAHAHAAH PAT! PAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Logan exploded. His head started thrashing from side to side. But his arms merely flexed rather than tried to break free.

“Aw Logan! Too much build up? I’ve never heard you laugh so loud!” Patton smiled but his surprise was genuine. Logan was bellowing out loud belly laughs. It was only a feather. He’d never been particularly tool sensitive before... but he famously couldn’t handle build up.

“PAHAHAHATTON! HAHAHAHAHA! HA!” He realised a guttural snort and felt his face warm over, “It HAHAHA HA HEHE hah it tic- hehhahahahaha! It tickles!”

“What tickles? I don’t see anything that could tickle! Just a giggly Logan getting nice and clean and free from dust!”

Patton merely kept swirling the feather all around. The tip flickering in the centre of the pit to the length of the feather teasing the pit and also the side of his ribs at the same time. His laughter was slowing down, the anticipation cooling down. But he was definitely laughing harder than giggles. All being noted by Patton- if Logan could pay any attention he’d be so proud of his experiment and note taking!

“Should we be fair? There’s no use only cleaning one side! Shall we go to the other side now? Oh but what if I’ve missed a spot here?” Patton cooed and stopped the feather. The tip resting right in the middle.

“NO! Noohohohohohahahahahaaaaa! AAAAH! Patton!” Logan cried out. Even his laughter moved him enough that it felt like the feather was brushing up and down. Up and down. Just that tiny tip smoothing along his pit.

“No? We’ll move on then! No problem, kiddo!” Patton grinned and paused. Logan finally looked at him. Patton only then started to move the feather. The fluffy fronds creeping back up the sleeve.

“NOOOOOO! PATTON! AAAAHAHAHAHA!” Logan tried to rock away from him so the feather could leave quicker. Patton simply smiled and then whipped the feather out and instantly shoved down the other sleeve. “AH! Hahahahaha! Patton! Nooo ohohhahahaha feathers!”

“What feathers? I don’t see any feathers! I can’t see anything that would be tickle tickle tickling you? No feathers that are tickling you here! You must just be extra giggly today!”

“PATTON! AHAHhahahaaahhahaha! My sleeve!”

“Nah, I think you’re imagining things!”

Patton let his excited grin settle into a peaceful smile. He didn’t usually make notes on his ticklees- he knew them too well. He didn’t need notes to remember that Logan wasn’t that feather ticklish. But clearly the appearance of the feather was teasy enough by itself, regardless of how ineffective it was, so Patton made sure to make note of that.

Patton's original plan was to look extra cool by walking away leaving Logan on the floor red faced. But... his mind would never allow that. He sat him up and pressed a kiss to his head before skipping away. Logan only shook his head and pulled up his phone to text the others.

Roman was next! But he so often got caught up in his world of the imagination that it was always random luck whether he would come out of his room. It was better to just barge in rather than put up a façade of dusting. “House keeping!” Patton called as he knocked. He waited a few seconds before entering anyway.

He smiled wide when he saw that Remus had joined him in this recent brainstorming session. Usually that smile would be over the fact that they were so sweet with each other. Finally someone who could keep up with Remus and someone who could actually one up Roman. But this time his brain celebrated the idea of two birds, one stone. “Hey kiddos! I’m walking around doing some cleaning, do you mind sitting down so I could-”

“Well then where’s your French maid outfit!”

“Clean your desks! Why don’t you both lay down on the bed? I won’t be long and you both can overdo it! Juts relax,” Patton smiled, hoping they wouldn’t question such a remark. But then again they weren’t Logan.

And just like he thought... they only shrugged and flopped down on the bed.

Patton kept up his excuse for a groundbreaking few seconds before leaping on to the bed himself. He aimed carefully, he sat on Roman’s thighs so he could perfectly aim for his tummy. As much as Patton would absolutely love to tickle torture Remus, he was still new to the group and he didn’t want to crowd him. If he did this the second Anxiety was accepted then Virgil would've completely freaked out! Better safe than sorry.

“W-What on earth are you doing!” Roman laughed, clearly in too much of a good mood to notice Patton’s own almost threatening glare.

“I’ve seen too many... films that start just like this!”

“Don’t worry kiddos! I just wanted to make sure you’re clean! Germs are everywhere you know!” Patton had to bat away Roman’s hands as he slowly pushed up his tunic but luckily he had Remus! Remus caught on to his twin’s embarrassment instantly and quickly grabbed his hands. “Oh, see! Completely dusty!”

“Oh! Patton! Wait wait WAIT! NOHOHOHOOHAHAHHEHEHAAAA!” Roman screamed once he felt that feather duster brush over his tummy. From one side, it smoothed over to the other. Making sure to swirl around his belly button. Roman broke down into squeaky laughter that made everyone in the room smile themselves. His laughter was just so bright and excitable.

“Aw what’s wrong Roman? Are you too tickly to be dusted? It’s only a feather! One tiny flimsy feather! A feather and you’re telling me Prince Roman can’t handle it! Big strong Prince Roman being weak and tickly to some feathers...” Patton cooed while turning and quickly brushing the duster around his tummy. This time he used the whole duster as he already knew that Roman was feather sensitive and the sight of all those feathers would fluster Roman alone. Patton also knew that if he kept moving it around rather than any precise targeting then it would tickle all the more. Lot’s of tickles for the over the top cackling Prince.

But.. then there was some hushed giggles also spread out in Roman’s laughter.

Patton then noticed that when he feathered Roman’s left side, he was also brushing over Remus’ right side.

“Oh! And also the duke! Is this what I’m seeing! That even the tough-guy gross duke is too tickly to face some simple fluffy tickly tickling feathers?!”

Remus was wearing a crop top version of his normal outfit- the same fancy shoulder pads and patterned sleeves but the lacy black tunic ended a little above his belly button. So, the feathers kept flickering over his own side as he was laid right next to him. But his hands were busy pinning Roman’s hands. Remus’ was trying his hardest to hide his giggles but Patton could see the exact same squeaky laughter desperate to come out. His face was scrunched and blushing a violent red.

“Oh! No, Roman! Look at what you’ve done now, you’ve gotten Remus all dusty! Here I thought you were the responsible brother. Now I have to tickle tickle tickle both of you! Oh no! Poor dusty tickly tickly brothers!” Patton cooed and started to brush the feather duster faster and faster across both of the tummies. Roman’s desperate laughter dying out only for Remus’ to instantly pick up.

Patton had to laugh at how in sync they truly were. Their laughter was the exact same. Clearly their tummies were both very feather sensitive. When the duster went to tickle the other’s tummy, the other brother would pin their arms down. When he tickled them both, they both clung to each other’s hands like that would somehow stop the tickles. Meaning Patton was free to tickle away!

“Aw, I wonder if I can make this quicker by tickling both of you. Maybe if I just squish you two together?” Patton then pushed on Remus’ back so he was forced to curl into Roman, leaving him able to tickle the middle of their tummies together.

“AAAAH! PADAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! HA! PADREEEAAA!” Roman wiggled uselessly and clung to his brother’s hands. It tickled way too much for him to realise that he could fight back.

“EEEHHEHHAHHAHAHAHHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAA!” Remus hid in his face in Roman’s shoulder. He had never been tickled by feathers and now he was thankful! The fluffy silky feathers swarming around his tummy made butterflies explode in his tummy. It all managed to both be fluffy light tickles but also scratchy firm tickles! His tummy was uselessly sucking in but the feather duster would only just about reach his tummy. Meaning it was either face the tickles or sit there and face tiny light fluffy tickles to the edge of his sides.

Patton waited until Roman’s face turned bright red as well before sitting up. Clearly Remus was only embarrassed while Roman’s blush was a pretty good way to tell if he was reaching his limit. He did the same for them as he did Logan, sitting them up and pressing them together so he could kisses to their heads. But only he made sure to give a reassuring squeeze to Remus’ hand, hopefully he knew that he wasn’t torturing him but playfully bonding with him. If not, then Roman would fill him in that this was just how Patton was.

His next target was Virgil and it was the exact plan as Roman. Virgil so rarely left his room and so a direct approach was necessary. What his plan didn’t account for was Logan sending a warning text to everyone. Virgil’s room was empty.

At first glance.

But a closer inspection revealed that his favourite blanket was missing from its place on the bed and was instead peeking out of the wardrobe. The quiet tinny music (probably blasting through headphones) sounded from the same place. It all added up to Virgil hiding out in his wardrobe. What a cutie!

“House cleaning! I’m just here to do some dusting!” Patton announced and immediately skipped to the wardrobe and sat against the doors. As much as he loved teasing, Virgil wouldn’t stand a few seconds of teasy before making a run for it. Patton leaned forward and, quick as a whip, reached into the wardrobe and snatched whatever he could. Virgil shrieked but was too surprised to fight back. By some miracle, he had grabbed an ankle. Meaning a now wiggly foot was poking out of the wardrobe.

Virgil didn’t even have time to flick his headphones off his head by the time he felt feathers trailing over his foot. It was a feather duster. Logan had warned him. But Patton had thoroughly defeated his fortress of anti-ticklishness. It managed to tickle his whole foot. It seemed to swallow his whole foot in fluffy moving tickles. “HA! HA HA hehhehahahehehe! AAAHH! Patton! It tihiih- tickles! C’mon! HA! HAhehhehehahehe!”

“Well maybe if you didn’t try to hide away then I wouldn’t have to tickle so much!” Patton hummed as he focused on the tickles. He was trying to be sneaky about untangling a single feather and so wasn’t putting his usual effort into his teases. He already knew that Virgil wouldn’t explode into laughter at the feathers. But that wasn’t going to stop him from tickling him to his best. At least he could give him a good light tickles session. Once he had a feather free, he simply held the foot by his heel and threaded the feather through his scrunched up toes.

“AAAAH! PATTON! PATTON! PAAAAA! HAHAhaheheheeeehheehehHhA!” Virgil thrashed and tried to fall out of the wardrobe but Patton leaned heavily on the door. Trapped with his foot stuck out there, receiving all the tickles it could stand.

“Oh that wardrobe got you all dusty! There’s some dust here... and here... oh that patch over there... It’s all over your toes! Look some much dust! So many tickle tickle tickles needed to clean your toes!” Patton giggled as the doors tried to bang open again. Really he was struggling to keep the fight or flight side trapped. It was like sitting against a bucking bull so Patton kept focused on giving lots of tickles all at once. He knew there was no way he was going to last long.

And he didn’t.

With a long squeal, Virgil managed to burst out of the wardrobe and fall on top of Patton. He simply laughed as Virgil took giggly deep breaths. “Get off of me!” Patton laughed as he went to stand up, causing Virgil to slump on to the floor. He helped him to sit up against the wardrobe and smoothed his hair back which Virgil whined at his bangs being ruined.

And then there was one.

Deceit, or Janus, was sitting there in the common rooms. His leg resting on the other, his fingers steepled under his chin, a book sat beside him on the chair arm, and his eyes boring into Patton.

Patton stumbled but kept a brave face. “Hey Janus! What ya waiting for?” Patton smiled as he walked over to the chair, already planning to duck behind it so he could tickle his neck, Janus simply looked over at him. Making direct eye contact as Patton awkwardly side stepped around the common room to get behind him.

As the feather, the first fluffy feather frond, touched down on Janus’ neck... ready to flick the tool down the side of his neck. As the feather touched down, Janus grabbed his wrist.

His third arm grabbed the feather as he gracefully launched off the chair. Two arms restrained Patton’s arms. Janus pinned Patton to his front so his other arms were free to attack.

“Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Janus, wait, no no, Janus!” Patton screamed but the other free hands were now all holding bright yellow feathers, this time with the stem pointed at him. Janus did not wait.

The stems all dived under his top and traced around his tummy and sides. It looked ridiculous, Patton squirming against him with four hand shaped bulges dancing under his shirt around his tummy. Two swirled from his sides, across his hips, making sure to circle the hip bones and skated across the quivering tummy. Laughter frantically burst from Patton, useless against the hard tickles. “What dear Patton? You say to stop but I don’t possibly see what could be tickling you!” Janus taunted, exaggerating by whipping his head around and peering over Patton’s heaving shoulders. “Besides, it was you going around tickling! You made a plan and everything! What are your notes, or did you forget? Did you forget to pay attention. Too focused on tickle tickle tickling away to remember your plan. When did you forget? When getting the twins? Virgil?”

“JAAANAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAAAA! EEEEE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The others all walked in seeing Patton being destroyed by tickles that Janus just could not see let alone stop! All of them merely smiled and kept on their way.

#patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #deceit sanders #remus sanders #Tickling #fanfic #fluff #tickletober 2020 #feathers #Turtle writing

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 3 years

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Trace: Part 2

[Flashback]

Alright. The roads are busy these times of day, so be careful.

*sigh* I know Kuripa. I’m not a little girl anymore.

Just making sure.

*Kuripa and Kotoko walk along a pavement in the middle of the day.

This whole preparation is for your class’s party tonight...right?

Yeah. It was a hard fought battle at Hope’s Peak the last 3 years. I’m looking forward to honoring it.

Then...why do you need me to come and help you pick out things people will like?

Huh?

That’s why we’re here, right? You want to pick out party decorations for the party. And for some reason, you dragged me along.

Well, there’s two reasons. One is I could use a second opinion.

As for the other, wait until the evening to ask any more questions.

Hm...

*They keep walking for a little bit.

So, your classmates are...odd people, right?

Wow, evening already? Time sure flies by.

Oh grow up! I’m just asking you some questions so I can help you.

Alright, alright. But for the record, don’t call them odd. They’re unique, but none of them are bad people.

Well...if they’re anything like you, pray god my head doesn’t explode.

Haha. You’re overexagerating. They-

Hm?

*All of a sudden, out of the corner of his ear, Kuripa hears something. And at the last second, he sees it...!

KOTOKO! MOVE!

WAAGH!

*SMASH!*

UAAGH!!

KURIPAAA!!

*A car comes screeching around the corner and drives straight into Kuripa, who pushes his sister out of the way at the last second.

AGH! Grgh!

*Civilians around start panicking as he goes rolling down the street.

Nyrgh!

KURIPA! H-Huh...!?

*The car comes to a halt and the door is kicked open, and a figure comes out.

Hm...

The fuck...!?

*BANG!*

AAAGH!

KURIPA!

...?

*Kotoko’s scream attracts the assassins attention as he aims at Kuripa and misses his shot when he rolls out of the way. Matta turns his head towards her, and Kuripa notices.

...!

Bastard! DON’T TOUCH HER!

AAAAH!

*BANG!*

To be honest...what happened in those final moments was a blur as soon as I heard that gunshot.

Everything in the world faded to white. The only thing I could see...was her...

Kuripa...

...

It’s selfish of me.

And I’d like to enforce this as a fact. This whole murder thing? Me wanting to kill him for revenge?

I...I know that it’s not right. I know that vengeance ultimately makes me every bit as bad as him...

But I never signed up for this so I could be the hero. I signed up...to stop myself from being the villain.

Because I don’t do this, I may lose every ounce of sanity I have left within me...

And who knows what I’ll do to people when that happens...To the people who I love now...

...

You always say you should let the past go and move on...It’s a nice ideal...

But it’s impossible for me...I am THIS close, to going off the deep end...To falling into that Despair...And I want to catch myself before I do, and this is the only way how.

I...I knew that you were in pain but...

I didn’t think it was something this bad...

...

???: Well, ain’t that cute~?

...?

*While in the middle of the street, the trio suddenly notice a large crowd of unsightly looking men and women. They all gather around and form a crowd around them, blocking off escape.

Who the hell are you guys?

*Suddenly, on person steps out into the opening of the circle.

Someone like you, who’s got a thirst for vengeance.

You’re-!?

Eje Karma...!

Mhhm...That’d be me. I remember you...How’s your arm?

...

So...these guys must me the Crazy Dickheads, right?

Crazy DIAMONDS! You’d be best to remember that asshole!

Oh yeah, I’M the asshole. You ain’t much of a saint yourself.

What do you want Karma?

Well...to be blunt...I wanna kick your ass.

Ok...why?

Two reasons really. For one, we’re gettin’ paid to do it. Which is rare for an assbeating, but we ain’t about to look this gift camel in the butt.

It’s “Gift HORSE in the MOUTH.”

You’re getting paid? By who?

Don’t know his name. Some professional ass man in a business suit with an eyepatch.

Told us that if we’re ever skulking around the city, and we see someone with a dumb haircut alongside a chick with black hair and a nerd with green hair, we should take ‘em out and drag their body’s back.

Munakata hired you...?

You’re kidding me. He’s even going as far as to collude with street punks to get his hands on us?

What does he want with us...!?

Like I said, I don’t know his name, or what he wants. And I ain’t much of a muscle for hire, but with how much dough he was tossin’ around, there’s enough for everyone.

And the other reason?

...

*Karma approaches and gets in Kuripa’s face, who doesn’t flinch.

If that cute lil’ story was anything to give away, you love yourself some vengeance.

We’re the same there. I agree with ya.

What do you want vengeance for?

Because one of you punks did a real number on Santa the other day.

Santa?

One of my people. We call ‘em that because they dyed their hair white!

Wait...you don’t mean the guy who tried to rob the convenience store, do you?

...!

*Makoto pulls Kuripa in.

You met that guy too?

Yeah...I tossed him out of the store. You’re saying you know him as well?

Yeah, I saw him rob the same store. But I didn’t act. Unlike you.

You listenin’ punks?

*Makoto and Kuripa divert their attention back to Eje.

So you and your gang are robbing convenience stores with guns now, are you? What changed Karma?

Yeah. You Crazy Diamonds are just ruffians when it comes down to it, but if Mondo was anything to go by, you still had a sense of honor and dignity when it came to society. What changed?

Don’t compare me to that murderer. Things run a lil’ differently under me.

And we’ve gotten real desperate ever since the Koichi Kizakocksucker trial. We’ve gotta stay alive any way we know how.

Doing this will get all of you arrested.

We ain’t goin’ down without a fight.

*Karma approaches them again.

So I know your pain Kurafto...wannin’ vengeance.

And...I tell ya’ this...I ain’t much of a psycho...And I ain’t a sociopath either but...I gotta say...

What did you say your sister’s name was again? Kotoko?

...

When I picture the thought of that girl dead in the road with a bullet in her brain or...wherever it was?

I get the same feeling I do when I take a nice long, hot shower after a hard week...She should be dead if she had to put up with your ass...

...

*SMACK!*

UGH!

*Kuripa looks as if he’s about to reach for his sword, but before he can, Mukuro goes past him and smacks Eje around the face.

Who the hell do you think you are, bitch!?

How dare you say that to a man in mourning! Go die in a hole!

After all, Kotoko Kurafto will always be mourned by us all, wheras nobody will even PAY for a funeral for a scum like you!

What was THAAAAT!!?

*The Diamonds all get ready for a fight, as Mukuro raises her hand for another slap. However, Makoto grabs her wrist.

Mukuro! Stop!

Makoto...! Wh-Why not!?

No matter what, I can’t let this stand!

Mukuro...!

Because slapping a guy like him won’t do much to set him off. For someone like this guy...?

This...motherfucker...!

Huh?

You have to do IT LIKE THIIS!

*WHAM!* *CRUNCH!!*

GRAAAAACCK!!

!!!!??

*Makoto reels back and NAILS Karma in the jaw with a powerful fist! Karma goes flying, and knocks over several members of his gang!

*heavy breathing*

Holy fuck...!

*The Crazy Diamond thugs all look at Makoto and are absolutely terrified. None of them make any attempt to engage, and a few of them back away.

GRGHK!

I don’t know if you remember this, but during that Kizakura case, you broke my arm.

AAAGH!

*While Karma is still on the floor, Makoto stamps on his arm and begins to add weight.

How about I repay the favor...!?

AH! N-NO! WAIT!

Then apologize to Kuripa RIGHT NOW!

...!

AAAGH!

*Mukuro goes over and does the same thing to Karma’s other arm. Terrified of the two, none of the bikers make any attempt to help him.

ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT, I’M SORRY!

I-I’m sorry...I didn’t...mean it...!

...

*Kuripa goes over and grabs Makoto and Mukuro’s shoulders.

Let ‘em go.

...

*They release their hold...Karma scrambles to his feet.

Dammit...! I’LL REMEMBER THIS!

*Karma begins to scarper, but Makoto suddenly grabs him by the shoulder.

What do you want now!?

Hold on a second! Something just came to my mind.

I know this sounds weird after what just happened, but I just realized something...We need to talk.

Talk?

You want to talk now?

The hell is there to talk about!? You just tried to crush my arms and now you wanna TALK!?

I do. Because it’s about Kawaguchi Isao.

!!!??

We at Future Foundation deliver on our promises as many times as humanly possible.

And it’s of my knowledge that we made one to you back then.

...

Alright...we’ll talk. I’ll be over there. But no funny business, ok?

That’s my line...

*Karma goes over to the side.

Kawaguchi Isao?

Remember? The Crazy Diamond gang member who was murdered and who’s death was pinned on Koichi. The one who colluded with the Zetsubou Group?

Oh...right...! Now that I think about it-!

Yeah, that aside...

*Kuripa approaches them.

I’m...I’m a little surprised you actually did that...

I don’t like solving problems with violence...

But no one speaks of the dead and the mourning like that, and gets away with it without a fight...!

Agreed. I was this close to shoving this knife up his ass...!

What!?

You heard what I said.

A...ahahaha! You don’t really mean that!

Maybe not. But at least you’re smiling again.

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #oc #makoto naegi #mukuro ikusaba #kuripa kurafto #eje karma #kotoko kurafto #matta gyalusetsu #the fugitive arc

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ayma-nidiot · 3 years

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“Don’t Speak Their Names” - Shrimpshipping fic Chapter 32

This chapter can be found here on AO3.

Chapter 32 - God-Shattering Star

“Oh, cry me a river, Rex!” Weevil glanced to the battle below; many of the Club members had already died. Joey, Mai, Yugi, Téa, Tristan, Atem, and Duke were the only fighters who hadn’t sustained any serious injuries against the massive Earthbound army. Even Phuckdis and William were riddled with gashes, yet refused to retreat with Dr. Balls. “So your allies still cling to life like a drowning man onto a rock. Cute. Not that it will do any of you any good!”

“Rex…” Mako crawled on the floor; luckily for him, Espa retreated from the battle before he got hurt at all. “Don’t listen to him! You’re… hah… You’re the only one who can… save us…”

“Mako, don’t…” It was just then that after recalling the fight with Nortius, Rex had an idea. “Wait a second, Amber.”

“Papa, what is it?”

“I want to try something out. Why don’t we try fusing, just like Mako did with Jinzo?”

“But we don’t even have Polymerization! Those who do either are incapacitated or otherwise occupied! And you can’t even fly… If you fell to your death just like Kaiba, and all because of a stupid and ill-timed experiment, I…”

“Argh, we’ll both die anyway if we do nothing!” Rex pumped his fists in the air. “Show a little bit more Raptor spirit, why don’t you?”

“Papa… Okay. I trust you.” So Amber spoke as she half-shifted, and Rex began a long freefall.

“You really are a blooming idiot, aren’t you?” Weevil would have laughed longer, but stopped when he saw Rex glow pink. “So you think you can- Huh?”

“What’s… What’s happening to my boy?” Ptera wondered as Spinos tended to her wounds.

“Don’t tell me…” Phuckdis began. “Rex is…”

Before Rex could fall very far, Amber had completely fused with him, and he grew angel’s wings that soon turned into Rabidragon’s wings. Even if only by a little bit, the gloomy weather began to dissipate, replaced by an enormous pink glow at the top of KaibaCorp Tower.

“What is the meaning of this?” The shining presence of Rex - with his bow, fluffy white shirt, golden pants, and Rabidragon’s ears and tail - intimidated Weevil. “Just who do you think you are, that you can challenge me? Well, no matter! I’ll kill you right here, as I intended to do from the beginning! Take this!”

“...” Rex didn’t say anything as he simply held his bow at his side, and grabbed the chain whip before it could hurt him.

“It’s… Impossible! Aaaah!” Weevil reeled backwards when Rex threw him. “How can a weak rabbit like you stand up to me? ”

“It’s because…” Phuckdis made his presence known. “Rex is the true God-Shattering Star.”

William bowed in reverence with his brother and the remaining members of the Club. “He is the light that will save us all.”

Espa could still see Weevil and Rex, even from his hospital room. “Is that you, Rex Raptor?”

Joey looked up at Rex’s true form with a hint of jealousy. “That’s more powerful than anything I could cook up with the Claw of Hermos. I suppose that runt isn’t as weak as I thought him to be.”

Rex finally opened his now-crimson eyes and began to speak in a distorted voice. “Weevil… No, Earthbound God Sanpedro. I will kill you, right here and now, and free my beloved Weevil Underwood from your clutches.”

“So now you want me to die? That’s rich! What a fool. Come on, boy, come try me!”

“Hey, let me help too!” When Joey rushed up to Rex, he could feel an invisible barrier push him backwards.

“Joey, this is my fight alone. Why don’t you just take out the small fry and let a pro handle this?”

“Hahaha!” Despite the fact that there were still several hundred Earthbound soldiers left, Joey couldn’t help but laugh. “Even when he’s some almighty angel… god... thing, he’s still definitely that silly Rex Raptor. Well, my dude, consider my morale boosted! You heard the man, guys!”

“H-How dare you address the God-Shattering Star that way?” Phuckdis was clearly offended.

“Aww, come on, lighten up! Or you can just, I don’t know, sit there and relax while us duelists take care of the bad guys.”

“Or I can just, you know, show you just how strong us shapeshifters are!” Upon hearing Joey’s words, Phuckdis felt his strength anew, as did his brother. “I cannot fly, but that doesn’t mean I cannot fight!”

“Headstrong and reckless like your ‘God-Shattering Star.’” Duke chuckled. “Well, then, you better do a good job proving how strong you are!”

“You’re a poet and didn’t even know it!” Tristan quipped.

“You see, Weevil?” Rex stared at the nearly-soulless shell of his boyfriend. “You picked the wrong side to fight for. You have no friends there.”

“‘Friends,’ huh…” Weevil stared absentmindedly at the fighting below, especially at Joey and Atem. The chain whip rattled in his hands as he shook in anger. “Must be sooooo nice to have them! It must feel soooooo nice to be able to get palsy-walsy with people who didn’t give a shit about you just four years ago!”

“Weeves?!”

“You… YOU FUCKERS WILL ALL PAY!” Weevil dove as fast as he could, with all the anger he could muster ready to fuel his strike upon Atem.

“You coward! Get back here!” Rex couldn’t dive anywhere near that quickly, but tried to keep up as fast as his unborn baby would allow him, holding onto her for dear life.

“Eh?” Joey noticed Weevil coming for him before anyone else did, and braced himself with the Red-Eyes Black Dragon Sword. “Atem, look out!”

“Amulet Dragon, protect us!”

Weevil had originally planned to strike everyone in one blow with the chain whip. But being the deceptive little shit he was, he decided on a different mode of attack - bypassing all of the monsters and encasing his two most hated enemies in spider webs instead. “Ha! Syke!”

“Ggh!” Already, Joey was up to his neck in spider webs - yet for some strange reason, his sword arm remained free, as did the sword itself. The webs would not give way, no matter how hard or often he slashed at them.

“W-Weevil…” Atem could hardly talk, as the spider webs gripped his throat tightly. “I… I thought we were friends!”

“Me? Friends with you?! What a joke! Do you honestly expect me to believe a word of bullshit coming out of your mouth after the suffering you’ve caused me? Do you honestly think that after all you’ve done, I’d consider you a friend?” Weevil cackled as Atem writhed in pain. “If anything, you’re lower than the dirt underneath my feet!”

All the commotion awakened Heka. “F-Father… No! Dear gods, what’s happening to my father?”

“Boy! How does it feel to know that your father is no longer the King of Games?”

“Leave… him alone!” Heka flung a flimsy arm, releasing a ball of light that Weevil easily blocked.

“Hmm… Nah, I think I’ll pass on that. In fact, I’d rather kill him before your very eyes!” Weevil approached Atem, with the intent to decapitate him with the chain whip. That was, until Rex blocked him in the nick of time, drawing Weevil’s attention away from his two captives. “Humph. It’s you again.”

“Damn right!” Rex’s smile faded when not long after he blocked the attack, his bow began to crumble. “Uh… Uh-oh…”

“Hah! Some ‘God-Shattering Star’ you turned out to be! Looks to me like you’re the one who’s shattered!”

“Crud… I kind of need a weapon!” Rex picked up a sword from one of his fallen allies, but it was so weak that Weevil shattered it with his bare hands, grabbing Rex by the throat right after. “Ngh!”

“Before I kill you right here and now, tell me something, Rex. Why did you defend these guys?”

“B-Because… They’re… my… cough… cough…”

“They accepted you so easily, just because you play by the rules… Why is friendship such an easy thing for you, yet I could never make one friend? Why do Joey and Atem and literally everyone else in this fucking city love you and think I’M the worst duelist there ever was?”

“Don’t… Don’t I count, Weeves?” More than the iron grip of Weevil’s right hands, Weevil’s words hurt Rex. “And your own daughter? Have… cough… Have you already forgotten what we’ve all been through? We’re… willing to… forgive you… Just… Ugh!”

“Not another word out of you! The Earthbound Gods are the only friends I need now! Not you weaklings!” Ignoring the twinge of pain in his heart, Weevil lightly ran the chain whip over Rex’s left arm, barely enough to draw blood. “I’m going to fucking kill you!”

Weevil was so far gone into his own madness that Joey was certain he wouldn’t be able to hear him now. “Psst… Rex.”

“J-Joey?” Rex turned his head around, just enough to see Joey.

“You said… cough… that you needed a weapon, right?” Joey held up his sword arm. “Ya’ think this will be good enough?”

“That’s…!” Flashbacks of his Orichalcos duel flooded Rex’s mind. That’s the sword that sent my soul to the Great Leviathan! But if there’s no other choice, then…

“It’s now or never! Think fast!” Joey threw the Red-Eyes Black Dragon Sword at Rex, hoping to the gods he’d catch it and put it to good use.

“If that sword can’t cut the spider webs, then what makes you think that Rex will somehow magically put it to good use?”

Rex felt the sword land in his right hand, and had a clever idea. “By doing… this. ”

“G-Gaaaaah!” Weevil howled in pain when Rex did the unthinkable - completely cutting off his right arms and thereby freeing Atem and Joey from their bonds. He stared at Rex wide-eyes. “You would dare hurt me? Aren’t you scared of losing the love of your life?”

“Yes, I am.” Rex pointed the sword at Weevil’s face. “But the thing I’m even more scared of? Seeing Weevil Underwood beat himself up and become a destructive monster where a man once was.”

“Ugh, you were always so talkative!” Weevil flew higher and dove at Rex like a peregrine falcon. Rex took to the air as well and parried this attack with the sword, but not without some recoil. “Just one of the many things I hate about you!”

“Hah!” Rex repelled Weevil with the sword, enough to put a slight dent in the chain whip. “Your psychological tricks aren’t going to work on me now, Weevil!”

“But maybe a variety of attacks can!” Weevil shot spider webs from his left hands that stuck to Rex’s butt-length hair and part of his shirt.

“Tch…” Rex didn’t like the sensation of sticky things in his hair, but grinned and bore it for now. “Am I supposed to be scared by the fact that you’re still part-spider?”

Weevil smirked as he barraged Rex with the chain whip. “Oh, I still see the fear in your eyes, Rex Raptor. A fear that you will lose the father of that child you’re carrying.”

Weevil’s words reminded Rex of his more painful contractions that got ever closer - yet being the bold man and duelist he was, he paid them little heed.

“I’ll give you credit for one thing,” Weevil spoke while he beat his wings faster, deadlocked in battle, trying to crush Rex with the chain whip. “You’re quite the warrior. And you’ve changed since your Orichalcos duel with Joey. It appears that you’re not going to let something like mere words rile you up.”

“But I can tell my words are riling you up…” Rex whispered closed to Weevil’s ear, catching him off-guard, before stabbing him in the shoulder with the sword.

“Ngh…” Finally in pain, Weevil could feel his strength dwindling.

“Weeves…” Rex stared at his boyfriend - and stabbed him in the left thigh - in sorrow. “You can’t honestly mean that you want this… any of this! Don’t you remember seeing your daughter for the first time on the ultrasound? A-And how I told you all those years ago that I want nobody but you? How fast our hearts were beating when we confessed our love?”

“You… dino brain! Ack!” Weevil could no longer repel Rex’s attack and fell a few feet downwards. “I thought I told you that you can’t sweet talk your way into killing an Earthbound God!”

“You called me ‘dino brain’ again…” Tears of joy pooled in Rex’s eyes. “I know you still love me… Once the Rex Raptor has his sights on you, you can’t get rid of him.”

“Actually, I can ,” spoke a voice that was clearly not Weevil’s.

“Is… Is that you, Watda?” Weevil’s real voice finally came out.

“It appears to me that you’re going to be useless now, Uru… So it looks like I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.”

“No… No!” Weevil thrashed about in the air, confusing Rex. “Leave Rex and Amber alone!”

“Weeves, what’s going on?” Rex couldn’t hear Watda’s voice.

“Goodbye, you damned useless rabbit…”

Weevil couldn’t control the ball of dark energy coming out from his right hands. “Wait… Watda, stop!”

“Ah!” He wasn’t fully confident that he could block this evidently stronger attack, but Rex enveloped himself in his dragon’s wings.

And Rex wouldn’t have to block the attack. For before Watda’s attack could hit him, Weevil managed to separate from Watda, taking the full brunt of the attack last minute.

“W-Weeves!” The strength in Rex’s eyes now gone, he watched in horror as his boyfriend froze in the air before beginning a rapid descent into Domino City’s concrete. “Oh my gods… No… You’re going to come back, just like you did last time… right?”

“Even an Earthbound God and the Blue-Eyes Shining Dragon can’t survive a 1000-meter fall. You saw it yourself when Cusillu, Aslla Piscu, and Kaiba all died.”

“Shut… up…”

“Now what are you going to do, since your beloved Weevil Underwood lies dead?” Watda laughed as his shadows grew fiercer. “You’re nothing without him, you weak-ass monster. Nothing!”

“That’s… That’s not… Oh!” Before Rex could aim his sword at Watda, he suddenly felt amniotic fluid trickle down his legs. He shook so badly that he lost grip of the sword as it plummeted after Weevil.

“You’re in labour, hmm? Looks to me like you have two choices: one, continue to fight me and risk losing your baby; or two, going back to ground level to give birth. But with that second option, there might be a sliiiiight chance I’ll destroy the world. Either way, you lose! Hahahahaha!”

No, he won’t, spoke Amber’s voice.

“Ngh… Amber, you’re still there?”

I’ve been with you the whole time, Papa. You’ve got to finish this fast!

“But how do you expect me to do that? Especially since… your Daddy is…”

There is one way. Now that Daddy has been separated from Watda… Papa, I’ll give you all of my strength. Use it to finally banish this mongrel to hell, where he belongs! Amber de-fused from Rex. In fully shifted form, she engulfed Watda, leaving only the Earthbound God’s chest exposed. In the process, lights sprung from the ground as the bow regenerated in Rex’s hands.

“Ggh! Let go of me, you wench!” Watda struggled to no avail.

Before Rex could process what was going on, he coruscated like the northern lights, and he stretched out his new angel’s wings. His hair grew past his legs, and brown locks encircled his arms.

“Oh my…” With the Earthbound army now vanquished, Phuckdis could truly behold his people’s chief god.

“That’s my boy!” Ptera cheered. “Give that bastard what for!”

“Hehe!” Rex gave his mom a thumbs up. “One kick-ass arrow, coming right up!”

“What are you doing?” Watda could feel his time at an end.

“Watda!” Rex continued to growl as he pulled his bowstring back, and his body and weapon grew ever brighter. “Go back to the shadows! Hyaaaaaaaah!”

“It’s…” Watda could say little more as the glowing arrow impaled a giant hole in his chest. “It’s done… I’m… done… Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrgh!”

“Finally, something we can agree on.” Rex’s descent back to Earth started slowly, but upon reaching six feet above ground, he reverted forms and fell into Spinos’ arms.

“God-Shattering Star!” Phuckdis and the remaining Club members ran up to Rex.

“Is… Is that what I’m called? Heh, sounds pretty cool…” Rex would have rested if he didn’t wonder about Amber. “Wait a second, where’s Amber? Where is my daughter?”

“Rex!” Mokuba pointed to an approaching Joey, who carried a heavily mutilated Amber in his arms.

“Amber!” Rex got up from his prone position to hold Amber, whom Joey had gently lowered to the ground. “No! I… I thought we got him! I thought we defeated Watda together!”

“W-We did… But at a cost… What did you think I meant when I said ‘I’ll give you all of my strength?’”

“Amber…?” Rex couldn’t even hold Amber’s right hand anymore, as it began to fade into nothingness. “What’s happening? Please… This isn’t happening!”

“My… My granddaughter…” Ptera cried as Spinos and Tricera consoled her. Not a single eye was dry as Rex’s friends and allies watched the scene unfold. Even Espa and a newly-healed Mako could see what was going on.

“But… But we only got to duel once!” Joey got down and cried with Rex. “And you haven’t even dueled Espa yet! I thought you were going to win back his Serpent Night Dragon!”

“Joey… My friend…” Amber reached out her left hand to Joey. “I… I just wished I had… acknowledged you as such… earlier…”

“Amber! No, please don’t die!” Pretty much every body part Rex tried to grab at faded away, except for Amber’s head, shoulders, and left hand.

“Die? No, I’m just about to be born…” Amber placed what was left of her left hand on Rex’s baby bump. “I can’t wait to see you again and forge our bonds anew.”

“Amber…?” Rex cried as Amber chuckled one last time before her future self was no more. “AMBER! NO! Oh… my gods… Sniff…”

“My love!” Heka, who had just fully healed, ran to Rex. He had only seen future Amber for a brief spell before she died. “Oh, no… My heart…”

“Heka, I’m so sorry…” Rex hugged his daughter’s boyfriend. “Not only for your mother’s death, but also for Amber’s…”

“Forget about me! You just lost your daughter!” Heka cried into Rex’s shoulder as Atem consoled him too.

“Amber… I… Aaaaargh!” Rex suddenly doubled over as the remainder of his amniotic fluid gushed out all at once.

“His water has already broken… Rex is going into labour!” Mokuba announced. “Someone call an ambulance!”

“It’s for real this time, guys!” Joey got up and dialed the campus emergency number. After that, he knelt down again, trying to calm Rex down in any way he could. “Rex, hang in there. We’re going to get you help!”

#yugioh #ygo #mpreg #shrimpshipping #fanfiction #this chapter made me cryyyyyy T_T

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Wolfsbane : Noblesse Fanfic (post-ending)

(previous chapter)

Chapter 10 – Progress

“Well?”

<Where’s your patience, boss? How could you cut straight to the point without even saying hi? And you happen to be talking to me.>

“Exactly. You’re the one person who would reply to ‘hi’ by recounting the number of times M-21 spoke for the day, the dessert presented at school lunch the other day, and the average size and volume of the crumbles the children spilled at my mansion during their snack time with my master the day before.”

<Aww, don’t be so mean, boss. You know I’m only looking out for you when I relay the updates on Seoul.>

I know. Of course I know. But no thanks. Otherwise I’ll start missing what I’ve decided not to.

Frankenstein choked his inner voice and nodded at Tao’s awkward face blinking inside the monitor.

“So, how did Rael’s meeting go yesterday? I doubt there was trouble. At least not on Rael’s side. Not with you preparing everything for him.”

“QuadraNet. Huh. Though it’s a temporary name you came up with, I’m not sure when or if I’ll ever get used to it. But what do you mean, tomorrow? What’s the rush for?”

“If you say so. How long would he stay at Lukedonia?”

<He’ll have to see for himself, he said.>

“It’d be best to make it done as quickly as possible. Because werewolves have already booked the same appointment. Speaking of which, how is he? What is that researcher like?”

The question was as harmless as it could be, yet Tao started shifting his gaze, away from the monitor. Frankenstein’s blue eyes steeled in reaction.

“Is there a problem?”

<No. At least, I don’t think he has a problem that can affect this project in a bad way.>

“What do you mean, you don’t think? What’s the issue?”

<Uh... Well...>

With a bashful smile, not so big, not so small, Tao unraveled what Rael told him after his trip to KSA.

*****

The day before, at KSA Headquarter

“It appears the recovery has been going on progressively. That’s good.”

“S-sorry? Oh, uh... I... Yes. Thank you.”

Sangin hurriedly produced a reply, whom Yeonsu gawked at as if holding back the urge to snap at him. Nevertheless, her eyes were basically no different from those of her husband – tap-dancing to the silent tension.

“So, uh... How long are you planning to stay in Seoul...?”

“I will be on my way as soon as your researcher is all set to leave.”

“I... I see. I cannot imagine how... Uh, I mean...! I do not mean to be nosy! I...!”

This time Yeonsu feigned nothing. She happened to be just as nervous, with the director’s office just two steps away.

“Welcome. We’ve been expecting you.”

Upon Rael’s entrance, the director rose and smiled, so stiff that it almost seemed he was doing it on purpose. He was not alone; the doctor in charge of Yeonsu and Sangin’s body modification was attendant.

“On behalf of Lukedonia, I’d like to give my deepest apology for proceeding with the project too hastily.”

“N-no, it’s nothing. Quick progress would only do us good.”

“So, is your doctor the one appointed in representation of KSA?”

“Uh... Unfortunately, no.”

The director waved his head apologetically, and the doctor stepped in.

“We’ve decided I cannot leave my lab, not even for a moment, since I’m in charge of all technological aspects of KSA. It’s not that it’s utterly impossible for me to provide any help or advice, but I don’t believe I can leave this building. I am very sorry.”

“In that case...”

“We have chosen the best of the lead researchers among us. Had he been employed before me, or had I resigned from my seat as the head of the technological department, this researcher would have been made in charge of body modification and regular checkups for these two agents. When it comes to his competence, we are more than ready to guarantee it.”

“Would you like to meet him?”

“I should.”

The doctor walked past Rael to guide him through the corridor, with Sangin and Yeonsu striding by Rael’s sides for more details.

“‘Yuhyung Jang.’ Age 28. He is currently the lead technological assistant and one of the lead researchers of KSA.”

“He used to major in Bio And Brain Engineering at KAIST, but he was considered a freak among his classmates due to his theories, brilliant if put in a good way, unrealistic if put bad. But 6 years ago, I had a chance to speak to him in private during my visit to KAIST as a guest lecturer. At once I realized I was met by a genius and offered him a position at KSA.”

“Immediately he dropped out and filed an application to KSA. And when it comes to research, he has never failed us.”

“Which is why he is the only researcher, excluding me, with a personal office and a lab.”

Rael recalled the time when he just made himself an occupant at Frankenstein’s house. First there was not much he could do, so when he had no chores at hand he used to pull out several books from Frankenstein’s library, to which he was granted access by the man’s courtesy.

Some of the books he read included an introduction to astronomy (with which he taught himself about geocentrism and heliocentrism) and a couple books on “universities.” From the latter, he learned that KAIST is always listed as one of the top prestigious institutes in Korea, which allowed him to comprehend the level of intelligence and expertise this researcher would possess.

The moment Rael inwardly sighed in reassurance, Yeonsu, Sangin, and the doctor scrunched their faces in an uneasy, unnatural way.

“Uh, there is one thing we must tell you...”

“First of all, we’re sorry.”

They were staring at Rael with eyes teeming with ruefulness and pity, which raised concern in Rael’s clueless heart.

“No matter what kind of stupidity unfolds, I’d like to ask you to please be patient and understanding.”

“This fella can be sort of... Ridiculous. And crazy.”

“But he means no foul whatsoever, so please. Be generous.”

Rael was trying his hardest not to let his disquiet-slash-panic get ahold of him, as the three humans fanned his puzzlement with eyes spawning apology.

“Here we are.”

The doctor cleared his throat before he knocked a sliding automatic door.

“Aaack!”

Rumble. Clang.

Clank. Screech.

Rael wondered for a moment if his ears were deceiving him. Normally one would not be met with such noises in a series after a knock. He realized that the three KSA personnel conveyed nothing but tranquility, with ‘here-we-go-again’ grimace.

“Coming! Coming right up!”

Thuds of footsteps escalated, only to be interrupted by an ear-splitting siren inside the room, which caused vortexes in the KSA officers’ eyes.

“What is this?! Don’t tell me...!”

“Aaaah!! I-it’s nothing! It’s nothing at all! Everything is okay!”

“Okay my ass!”

Faithful to her temper, Yeonsu nailed the door with her foot. The broad piece of metal fell flat on surface with a deafening ‘bang,’ promptly unleashing pungent smoke onto the entrance and part of the corridor.

“Ugh!”

“What is this smell...?!”

Yeonsu and Sangin darted their eyes around the room in search of the source of pitch-black cloud and charring stench relentlessly assaulting their eyes and noses. They spotted a ball of flame overgrowing in midst of a lab table at the corner, with a man pouring out all the sweat he could ever secrete, while clutching a fire extinguisher that was equal to a pesticide in terms of size.

“N-nobody panic! Please, nobody panic! I... I’ve got this perfectly under control! So... So please, remain calm and...”

Swoosh.

An abrupt current of wind blasted at the table. The air compactly brushed the fire that was by no means miniature, instantly smothering sparks and smoke that filled the chamber, and the remainder of smoke began to subside, now that its origin was gone.

“Thank you.”

Sangin and the doctor nodded their heads at Rael, who managed to douse the flame with the wind pressure from a mere act of slashing the air with his hand. Not feeling the need to reply, the Kertia took a step closer.

The first thing he could make out was a pair of rectangular glasses thicker than any other pairs he had seen. Then stood out brown curls of hair visibly in dire need for nutrients, and Rael’s gaze lastly arrived at the man’s lips arched in a sheepish, silly curve.

“Allow me to introduce our researcher – Yuhyung Jang.”

“Oh... So this must be...!”

Yeonsu nodded, and Yuhyung urgently jutted out his hands for a shake. That was when he noticed that he was still clinging onto the fire extinguisher. Out of haste he flung the object towards the bookshelf behind him, packed with utensils and books of various types and uses. He waited to witness the crimson cylinder very precariously settling on the bookshelf before re-sticking out his hand.

“Pleasure to meet you. Yuhyung Jang is my name.”

Recollecting that this is one of human etiquette in introductions and greetings, Rael held the man’s hand as gingerly as possible.

“I... I have heard so much about you. I was told you are one of the heads of clans from Lukedonia.”

“Indeed. And I will escort you safely to my homeland. I wish to leave as soon as you are ready. How long do you think it would take?”

“Uh... Uhm, two! Two days would be enough! Yes, of course! I, I only need to pack a couple more equipment, so...”

Almost making a show out of himself trying to express how honored he is, Yuhyung suddenly lunged at his desk and rummaged through his drawer. Once he excavated from his drawer a variety of stuff – such as, and not limited to, mechanical pencil, tape, a bottle of half-empty gums, and tiny rubber ball – the researcher brought back a USB for Rael.

“Could you please deliver this to the, uh... Whoever’s in charge of technologies among your team? This contains a program required to set up a connection with KSA’s network, with a couple files that I chose as reference. You’ll need this to install and launch the new communicative system.”

“Very well. I’ll make sure it reaches the right person.”

“You should start packing. Now. The director officially granted you permission for a business trip. Now all that’s left is for you to be ready.”

“Yes, sir! I’ll go ahead and do that ri...”

Yuhyung threw himself towards the bookshelf to drag out a tattered traveler’s bag. And the next moment –

CLANK!!

The man was hammered on the head with the fire extinguisher that was stationed too unstably to withstand the tremor from his action.

The two agents sighed in unity as they watched Yuhyung slumping unconscious, his eyes already rolled towards the back of his head. The doctor collected his hands as a display of embarrassment.

“We’re very sorry. Could you spare a few moments, please?”

“...It’s fine as long as he wakes up by the end of the day.”

*****

What a dumbest genius I’ve ever seen. Or should I say smartest dummy I’ve ever seen?

Frankenstein was educated enough to know that it is not courteous to dub someone dumb. Alas, his mental dictionary failed him at the moment.

“I have a feeling this trip will be a nightmare for Rael.”

“We should do that. There’s nothing else we can do for him on that matter, anyways. So pack him a nice lunchbox or something on his way back. The boy’s got a long voyage ahead of him.”

<Aye, aye, captain!!>

After an exchange of couple more comments, Frankenstein exited his communication chamber, only to freeze roughly at the same time.

His eyes were drawn to a bundle of grey hair, a hue now highly familiar to him, draped where it could not even reach his waist.

‘Seriously? She’s sleeping here?’

The consistent, soft ups and downs of her shoulders and rhythmic ebbs and flows of air through her respiratory system signaled that she was asleep. Frankenstein was not surprised to see her in the building, for he did notify her that there are only two places he will ever be while the sun is alive – his communication chamber or his lab.

What did catch him off guard was the fact that it presumably took only 10 minutes for her to fall in slumber, not sleep. It is possible for people deprived of rest to doze off when there is a brief opportunity, but Lunark is a werewolf. Expecting a werewolf to be exhausted is like expecting a cat to enter the tub on its own paws for its bath. Not downright impossible, but awfully rare.

‘Just what on earth is she tasked with when she’s away from this place...?’

Frankenstein stared down at Lunark, debating with himself whether he should wake her up or take her to one of the bedrooms so she could recharge herself.

He decided at least he should not leave the guest crouched at the corridor, when he cannot remember when was the last time he ever swept or mopped this place. Without further ado, Frankenstein kneeled and placed his hand on Lunark’s shoulder as lightly as possible.

There was no push or pull in his motion; it could be barely defined as a touch. However, Lunark’s head wobbled in the air like a roly-poly toy and dove straight towards Frankenstein – right onto his chest.

(Illustration by. RyO - you can find her DeviantArt page here)

In a flash, the pulse from his heart thundered through his vessels, and the entire world quaked with an electrifying ‘thump.’ At least that was what he could make most out of his gut reaction.

The man was startled not by the unforeseen contact but by a phenomenon that made him question his cardiac status; he was lost at what to do. At then Lunark’s eye slid open, and light slowly dawned upon her pink pupil. Her gaze was not yet focused, enthralled by sleep, until it landed upon Frankenstein’s face.

“...Am I dreaming?” Whispered Lunark, her voice a hush no greater than flaps of butterfly’s wings.

Being a human whose abilities far surpass those of humans, Frankenstein should have captured every letter she spat out. And he would have, if only he did not happen to be writhing in a pit of confusion. The most he could manage therefore was narrowly getting himself out of his chaotic preoccupation.

Concentration kicked into Lunark’s eyes as soon as they met his cerulean eyes. Simultaneously, she apprehended the fact that she was laying her head on Frankenstein’s bosom and scrambled to her feet straight away.

The only problem was that she was not awake enough to perceive that they were so close. Close enough to smash her lips into his with little adjustment to the angle her head was taking.

WHAM.

“Ugh!!”

“Aack!!”

They avoided violently brushing their lips, to their relief, but they could not avoid ramming into each other’s forehead, thereby producing reverberation of a sound that only an Eiffel Tower would yield upon breaking one of its legs.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry!!!”

Lunark first and foremost fired an apology, even though she could not grasp the right direction and was busy trying to steady her head.

“Ugh... You okay?”

“Uh... Yeah......”

His voice told her exactly where he was standing, but Lunark could not dare lift her eyes at him.

‘What happened? Why was I squatted with him half-embracing me...?’

Lunark visited with a new piece of data, unlocked by Adne after he went through pains. When she could not pick up his trail anywhere outside the building, she figured he would be at the lab or the communication chamber.

Her plan was to wait until Frankenstein was done. Just then the fatigue from days of insomnia threatened to raze her mind, and a blink of an eye was all it took for her to black out.

The void of her memories was made null by a concoction of Frankenstein’s natural scent and aroma of wolfsbane. Hence she woke up to this disaster.

“Just how many tasks do you have at hand these days? I’ve never dreamed I’d get to see a werewolf warrior fall asleep in daytime, albeit shortly.”

Lunark could not bring herself to answer. It was true that this secret ambassador was not the only role she assumed. After all, a Union elder is listed as one of her career; it is only reasonable that she takes a major component in tracking down and eliminating what is left of the Union.

However, that is not the only reason why she fell defeated to drowsiness today. Recently she was made victim to the lack of sleep. Because of the man right in front of her.

And she could not tell him why. She could not admit that ever since she began to see him on semi-regular basis, she could not help getting conscious of his every single day, if not his every whereabout. She could not complain that her eyes just would not stop taking a snapshot of him into her brain and put it on infinite replay. She could not confess that lately he began to infiltrate her dreams, some of them definitely deserving at least a hundred slaps in the face.

“I-I’m fine. I’ve gotten busy, so I had to give up on sleeping for the past few days. And it looks like I really need some sleep.”

Ultimately she chose to keep the truth to herself, and Frankenstein’s forehead furrowed much more precipitously than she had imagined.

“You’re not getting any sleep? Why?”

“There’s a good reason.”

Lunark painstakingly ironed her face to stare at him, lest they get caught in an endless banter of questions and excuses. Thankfully for her, it worked.

“I’m not sure what’s keeping you awake, but you’d better get some sleep as soon as you return. It’s much bitchier than you’d think to stay awake for an inevitable reason.”

Frankenstein turned away as he spoke, because of which Lunark did not need to hide the flinch of her shoulders. She has never seen him handling his tongue so ferociously, unless he were in the middle of a battle or crisis. Which meant he was close to torturing himself by staying awake.

So why would you go this far?

Lunark was nearly yelling at him in her mind, but her mouth generated something very far from a reprimand.

“Here. And Dr. Adne said he’s sorry. The locks on Ignes’s data are turning more and more complicated, as if they learned they are being manipulated by someone other than their master.”

“I see he’s working very hard. I owe him so much, so I’d appreciate it if he does not let his duty harm his body.”

“I’ll make sure to tell him that. Now see you.”

“You’re leaving already?”

Lunark had already spun on her feet when he finished his sentence.

They would have had time to exchange a few more words, if not a complete conversation, if only he had left his communication chamber a little faster. In fact, Lunark was grateful that she could avoid lingering for the remainder of the day to talk to him.

“I told you I’ve gotten busy lately. Which is ongoing. And don’t give me that look. I’ll do as told as soon as I’m done with the most urgent ones.”

Lunark twisted her tone as she left, a deliberate action intended to be relieving, even jesting. Contrary to her intention, Frankenstein stood fixed to his spot even after she was gone.

‘Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. She sounded quite offended.’

Her action begot an effect not at all like what she had hoped. Which at least did not last long.

‘Who am I to care about someone else?’

Shaking his head, Frankenstein walked to his lab.

Before taking a seat at his desk, as disorganized as always, he poured out the liquid from the flask he held ready at all times. He downed the cup of wolfsbane tonic in a gulp before flipping the first page of a document, and as if on a cue technical terms and explications, so complex only the professionals in body modification would make out, commenced attacks.

Of course, it is impossible for printed letters to actually attack his eyes. Nonetheless, Frankenstein had to repeatedly blink and force his pupils back to the file.

I feel like my eyes are being less cooperative today. Am I imagining things?

His groggy head mumbled after he wasted 5 minutes while trying to dissect the first line of the next paragraph. Yet he tried again.

Again.

And again......

*****

Frankenstein blinked. He could seldom remember the last sentence he was reading. It was as if his brain cells had been buried in mist.

He attempted to stretch and straightened his back. Then he noted how he was on his feet in the middle of a dark purple space.

The dark purple that he would never fail to recognize.

Right at that moment, ice exploded through every crook and junction of his capillary vessels.

‘No, this cannot be...!’

(next chapter)

I give you my second OC - Yuhyung Jang.

He is my OC from KSA side who also happens to be a perfectly ordinary human. I tried to make this chapter comical on purpose to show what he’s like - genius but crazy XD

Also, I was super-excited to add a little Frankie-Lunark moment in this chapter lol. I know it’s not much, but they can always make a progress XD

The illustration was provided by RyO, my wonderful friend AND one of the most talented artists I know. Try visiting her DeviantArt page (the link under the image) to see what kind of wonders she has created! Thank you again to my friend RyO for the illustration!

Additionally, here is a background story on how come Rael, a native of Lukedonia, knows about Copernicus and Ptolemy and their respective astronomical theories. Frankie let Rael read in his personal library on the first few days upon his arrival to Seoul, and an intro book on astronomy happened to be one of the books he read. Hope this clarifies! Lol

#fanfic #korean webcomic #korean webtoon #noblesse #frankenstein #lunark #frankensteinxlunark

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