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yandereunsolved · 30 days

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Dissect Me, Doctor - ,, yandere JPM with a psychologist reader

cw(s): yandere themes, dismemberment, suggestive themes, (James) necrophilia, noncon touching, cannibalism, mention of reader having breakdowns & panic attacks

✧ James found you by God's hand one fateful day. You could say it was more than a mere coincidence, eh? He had just finished killing one of the hotel guests. He was about to call Miss Evers in to clean up the mess when he spotted something sticking out of the dead gentleman's breast pocket. He plucked the card out of your pocket and read it allowed, 'Doctor...' His curiosity was the least bit piqued. Psychologists weren't exactly popular in the 1930s. The true study of the mind hadn't emerged, but James had always lived to study humans. To study their fight or flight instinct, how their bodies react to various torture methods, and how fear affects the human psyche. Perhaps he has found someone who shares his fondness for such things. It would be a great way to meet someone new. Considering Elizabeth refuses to speak with him, he has grown desperate. Not even defiling his killings tapered his already suppressed desires.

✧ He got Sally to teach him how to use this magic witch named 'Wi-fi' who owns the internet—or something like that. Most new technology is just rubbish used to get people to make inauthentic connections. Although perhaps just this once, it can be used for the betterment of his temperament. He has Sally schedule an initial appointment at the hotel. Sally uses the excuse that James is bedridden and terribly ill (non-contagious), but he hates telehealth and just wants someone to talk to in person. You were skeptical because of the rumors surrounding The Cortez, but you were in desperate need of another client, and he was willing to pay extra—a lot extra.

✧ You had your first session in his room, and you immediately got strange vibes from him. He wasn't ill, that was for sure. Perhaps he was a little pale, but he probably hasn't gotten enough sun or vitamin D lately. He was even smoking! He was sitting all relaxed on a couch, dressed up in 1930s-esque attire, with a cane leaning against his lap. He introduced himself as James Patrick March, and you immediately understood why you were called. He either has a personality disorder or is a compulsive liar. Perhaps both. You asked him simple questions, such as his real name and when he was born. You were only getting nonsensical answers. He could not have been born in the late 1800's or early 1900's; that is ridiculous!

James only felt himself grow hotter with each question you asked. It was like a fire had been lit beneath his skin, and he needed to put it out. Then you asked the question that really got him going.

"Since you refuse to use your real name, I'll just call you Mr. March. How is your personal life going? Are you currently sexually active?"

"I have peculiar interests and refined tastes. How do you modern people phrase it? 'Where there is a hole there is a goal'?"

✧ With that astounded expression on your face, he feels his urges compell him to end this lovely conversation early. That look would look perfect on your dead corpse. He takes the sabre out of his cane and tries to slit your throat; he narrowly misses. Somehow, you unlock his room door and bolt through the hallways. How promising. He walks through the winding hallways slowly. You scramble to find the exit, and he struggles with not just outright chasing you through the maze. No, he must preserve the hunt. After what feels like an eternity to you—only eleven minutes in real time—you finally trip over a stair and hit your head on the railing. Talented fox. You nearly escaped to the lobby. You are too much of a challenge to let go so easily. He's going to keep you to get his release. In more ways than one.

✧ You wake up in the middle of the night in the same room as before. It's freezing, and your clothes are nowhere to be found. Your head is pounding, and you are barely able to breathe. James drugged you with some cocktail of drugs—some legal, most not. You feel blades ghosting your body. You feel them just barely slicing into your skin. It must be sleep paralysis, you rationalize. Something whispers sweet nothings into your ears. You are barely able to discern what those words are.

"You taste... a dream."

"Never leave."

"The best prey— never leave me."

✧ You drift off once again before groggily waking up in a different room. You are still in the Cortez, now in room seventy-four. You feel much different today, weighed down and yet free. You don't have any marks on you that would indicate you were harmed last night. You feel the need to escape, but you are also incredibly confused. A maid is in your room, setting down a new set of clothes. She explains that you passed out after you tripped on a stair while leaving the session early. You accuse her of helping the strange man you interviewed who tried to kill you. She chuckles and says that you aren't his type. Her voice has a little bit of spite in it. That was the moment that you were introduced to Miss Evers. Quite possibly the only person who simultaneously envies you for getting all of James attention and pities you for your lack of self-awareness and intelligence in the situation.

✧ Before you are even able to shoo her off this JPM impersonator comes in your room and greets you. You are naturally apprehensive. He is naturally enthralled to see that his trophy prey has awoken. He cannot wait to just see how you react today. You try to leave and he explains that you never finished your session. You accuse him now of trying to murder you. He brushes it off and insists that you at least have breakfast with him before you leave. You are about to answer firmly when Miss Evers folding of a towel loudly snaps together. This 'James' scolds her and she gives him a doe-eyed look. Before you are even able to say no he is ushering you down the hallway in silken pajamas someone put on you while you were passed. The thought makes you shudder.

✧ You both were served a hearty and delicious breakfast. It isn't very filling to you, no matter how much you eat. It must be how queasy you are from yesterday. If it happened. Perhaps you had a mental break due to all the stress you have been through lately. You don't get a lot of time to think because you are snapped from your thoughts. This James speaks about your future together and how you will have a long and fufilling relationship. He asks you to give him a psyche evaluation. When you say no, he subtly threatens you with the thought of not paying because you didn't actually fill his full session. You reluctantly agree.

✧ He's both incredibly frustrated and intrigued by your persistence. How many times must he explain to you that he isn't a 'cosplayer' or someone with a personality disorder. He is simply the great James Patrick March. No matter. It will make you even more fun to play with.

"Your delusions, doctor, are clouding your mind. So I suppose I will have to make you see the truth—one way or another."

He sets up small 'challenges' to see if you can pass them. He wants to test how long your mental fortitude will hold up.

✧ The first of those was dismembering himself in front of your very eyes. He does it multiple times, and they are all random. He will pluck his eye out and stir it in his tea. He will cut open his chest and stuff his organs into your suitcase. He will remove whatever is covering his neck and finger from his suicide wound. He asks if you would like to feel it, stroke it, touch it, or play with it.

"Doctor, I understand you only deal with the human mind, but would you like to feel this and assess if it is real? Do you believe me now?"

He will stab himself in the heart during one of your sessions and tell you that this is what you do to him. In the most extreme cases, if he isn't getting your coveted attention, he will take himself apart limb by limb and place them on your bed like a cross.

✧ You begin to come to terms with the fact that, at least, this man is psychotic. Perhaps not a ghost, but definitely a killer and wickedly sadistic. You try so many of the phones in the hotel, but so many seem not to work. You try to find your way out once again, but you seem to be trapped within these walls. Which comes to one of his many other tactics: trapping you in The Cortez's hallway maze. He is able to distort the minds of his guests and make sure that they never get out. Like a rat trying to find an escape from a box maze that has no exit. He enjoys just slowly walking behind you and taking in your panic and your quick breaths when your clothing rides up on you. He is able to take a respectful peek at what he will inevitably see time and time again.

✧ He keeps you trapped in the hotel. You never even have a chance to get to the lobby. He has a nice breakfast, lunch, and dinner with you. He has his daily sessions with you. Outside of that? His torture. All of his torture. All of it. He threatens you with it subtly if you do something that he is displeased with. He'll even lock you in that death closet of his and make you stand right near the spike. Sometimes you prefer to be in there because you can hide from him. He likes it when you hide in his death traps. So he totally leaves you alone and totally just doesn't sit right outside your ability to view him.

You are coming to the point where those times when he is cordial are the times you crave. All part of his plan, of course. Although—he hopes that you will keep up the chase, he likes that fiery spirit of yours.

✧ You often find him getting release from his dead victims. You know because your relentless cycle of agony and pleasure stops. At least he doesn't force himself on you when you are awake. You end up doing your best to stay as far away as possible from him during that time. Only you always end up stumbling into the same room as him. You avert your eyes, yet he always has something cheeky to say to you.

"Ngh—darling, darling, wait! This.... this could be us. This could be me. You and me. Nothing could be a replacement for how your flesh feels against mine."

He always turns around and gives you one of those godforsaken winks of his.

✧ That isn't the only time his victims come into play. You are always suspicious of the food he serves you. It's either drugged or the meat could be made from his victims. You first learned that the hard way. You were served meatloaf, and James called in manloaf. He stated that it was made in this very hotel by the very guest who was trying to help you leave. You wanted them so bad, you can have them—in your stomach.

✧ Not even the Countess is able to help. Not that she tries. She is too busy luring more men in. She's forgotten about James mostly, except for the betrayal. She gives you a few warnings and some caution when she can. You are almost like one of her children. Perhaps she would help you if you really were in need. Maybe.

✧ You still get those sensations in your sleep. The feeling of fingertips ghosting on your figure. How the sheets seem to slip off your body. A warm presence keeps you close throughout the night. It often manifests in such strange dreams. It feels like James's thoughts are being injected into your own mind. You dream of him against you—sometimes he is brutally murdering you, and in others he is sensually caressing you. He always seems to tease and taunt you with those tantalizing images in your mind.

✧ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ — You often have panic attacks and breakdowns because of him. Your heart rate quickens as sweat rolls down your body. Your legs shake and give in. The entire hotel seems to spin around you. You have to seek him out for your own comfort. It's so twisted and vile. You can feel bile rising in the back of your throat when it happens. You almost have to crawl on your hands and knees to reach him. Yet, it feels like heaven. His skin is so soft and supple. His suit is always made of the most comfortable materials. His body is always so cool to the touch. In those moments, your body melts into his. That is, until your mind stops its dissociation long enough to realize the trauma you were going through. You are falling for him—a classic case of Stockholm syndrome. You couldn't stand for this. You need to fight against this, against him.

✧ Unfortunately, your non-belief in ghosts stops when you see multiple people you thought were dead trying to warn you. You see your patient, who was killed in this very hotel. They tell you that they're so happy to see you. They are so happy you are here with them. You have to put on your therapist hat again and calm them down. It all clicks. Other people you thought were guests here were warning you. You are being oddly welcomed into the space. The others are cautious of your presence and afraid to upset the owner, the one who holds so much power over them. That strange being that seemed to flicker in and out of your peripheral occasionally. You finally make peace with the fact that James Patrick March is indeed a ghost. You really do need to escape here.

✧ You steal the hotel's shipping schedule for their toiletries and linens. You make a plan to escape. You think you are so clever, and it really makes James hot under his white buttoned collar. He lets you think that you are so much more astute than him. It makes him a little desperate, but he won't show it. He needs your touch so badly. He needs you to love him so badly. He needs you to be his little trophy victim. He needs you to help him chase his highs. He needs you. He needs you. He needs you. You, only you.

✧ He confesses his undying adoration for you and clings to your waist as you try to walk out. He sighs and tries one more tactic before you step out the door. He promises to tell you the entire truth. You are caught off guard by this, and your hand slips off the door. He leads you to his trophy room and shows you his 10 Commandment killings. He directs you to the corner, where your body lies. You are covered in wounds that have long since dried out. Your eyes are lifeless. You have his name etched across your naked chest. You scream, shout, and sob. James gently holds you and soothes you even as you thrash, kick, and gnaw at him.

"You've been trapped here the entire time. Since that night."

As if that makes it any better. You aren't that stupid. You could connect the dots—lack of appetite, coldness, the odd sensations, everything. You are stuck with this monster for all eternity.

"Hmm, yes! I saw you and just knew that I had to have you. Have you gotten my diagnosis yet, my love? It's lovesickness, and your body is the cure."

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juminies · 4 months

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in order to get to the heart

marriage of convenience, on occasion, is not so convenient.

♡ — jumin x original female character. small amounts of canon compliant jumin x reader, but mostly canon divergent (jumin is unhappily married prior to the start of the game). 1600 words. title from heartlines by florence + the machine.

They just say anything to each other these days.

“This façade drains me beyond comprehension,” Jumin confesses the minute he walks through the door. His fingers loop into the knot of his tie and pull it looser around his neck.

“So you say,” murmured half into a cushion tucked up to a woman’s chest as she types on her phone. “It’s not for our benefit though, is it?”

On some level, this is always how it was going to be for Jumin, he thinks. In a marriage stripped to its fragile bones. A sacrificial lamb for the sake of the corporation, for mutual social and financial gain.

He leans down to untie his shoes.

It would be untrue to say there weren’t veiled attempts, in the beginning, to love. When that didn’t work there were attempts to like. None successful, of course. Lately it’s becoming more difficult to believe this arrangement is better than any alternative. Between the two of them there is a lot of nothing.

The woman remains quiet—focused—but nods easily against the woven fabric she’s leaning into when Jumin asks, “Do you not get tired of coming home from work to find me occupying your space?”

He knows that in public they look good together. He knows that their careers slot together effortlessly. Despite what the media may suggest, however, they are human. Jumin included. The way he feels nothing for her does not match the way she feels nothing for him. The way she yells that he is robotic does not match the way he stoically calls her irresponsible.

They do not sleep together, or eat together, or do any of the romantic things Jumin wishes he hadn’t let himself privately indulge in the idea of. And it’s not that she’s not nice—she’s intelligent and beautiful and kind, when it suits her. Perfect on paper until she wasn’t. When she laughs with her chest Jumin can almost imagine a world where she smiles at him like she does others and it makes his heart weak. Part of him wishes, truly, that that was the case. In reality it feels like nothing.

It could be worse, he tells himself—repeats it like a mantra.

Concealed beneath it is fear. You could be like him. You could repeat his mistakes.

She throws her phone haphazardly onto the sofa beside her and looks up to where Jumin is standing in the doorway. He’s mostly backlit from the light in the hall, the lamp beside his wife barely grazing his features but lighting up hers in all the wrong ways. The orange glow casts unpleasant shadows over places she’s usually pretty. He should have the bulb changed to something less harsh.

“Not much we can do if you don’t want the press to kick up a huge fuss, sweetie,” she says.

The pet names are a jest he has learned to tune out.

“Will they not make a fuss over our divorce in three years’ time nonetheless?” Jumin asks. It’s hypothetical, of course. They will.

“Maybe we’ll have grown on each other by then.” Her tone is disinterested; feels almost mocking. Her phone chimes to let her know her driver is outside. “I’m going out. Shall I take my card or yours?”

“It makes little difference to me.” Jumin looks at his watch. It’s almost 10pm but he doesn’t ask where she’s going. A bar, perhaps.

“Could you adjust my necklace?”

She holds her hair up messily, and he does.

“Let me know if you need anything,” he tells her, then briefly wonders if she’ll meet someone tonight and sleep with them. He pictures her naked beneath a stranger. It feels like nothing.

She takes her own card and squeezes his bicep softly as she walks by him on the way out. She shuts the door more forcefully than is ever really necessary.

At some point Jumin suggests she move out of their—his—apartment and into the one directly below; just recently made vacant. He probably would have suggested it earlier had the apartment been available earlier, but their district of Seoul tends to be under high demand.

“I thought we agreed it was a bad idea to live separately,” she says. It’s a statement, not a question. They had done exactly that.

Jumin hums, tired. Tired from his trip and tired from trying and at some point, it seems, he has lost an indistinguishable part of himself to her for good.

“We did. Although I would say that that was long enough ago now for us both to have become quite aware that we do not do particularly well sharing the same space for considerable periods of time.”

“You’re gone a lot anyway. The place is big enough for us to avoid each other if needed, and I like it here.”

She exhales sharply; amused.

Jumin has no idea why until she adds, “More so when you’re not around, to be fair.” And that explains it, just about.

“Stay here when I am travelling if you must,” he tells her. Somewhere along the way his suggestion has morphed into more of an instruction.

“Fine. Don’t tell your father, though. Or mine.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

They buy it outright in her name, the cost split fifty-fifty. Jumin tells her to keep it all when she sells it later. She tells him she won’t.

They argue tonight, as usual, about who will be chauffeuring them to a company gala. They had agreed that Jumin’s driver would take them only for her to assert for the hundredth time at the last minute that she doesn’t trust him, though she has not legitimately spoken to him more than once and he has been working for Jumin’s family longer than she has been alive.

It’ll cause a stir if the two of them show up separately so they end up in her car, as usual. Jumin apologises to Driver Kim via text for requesting him when he wasn’t needed on the way there, and they arrive late.

The venue reminds Jumin of the last RFA party. His wife had not attended despite her invitation, so it is not proper grounds for conversation. However, when they are out like this they are a happy couple like the legal drabble says, so he says it anyway—if just to appear interested in her.

“I’m sure this is nicer than your friends’ charity get togethers,” she replies lightheartedly, and they are called over by her father before Jumin can retaliate.

The façade stays firm for the remainder of the event. Jumin can easily distinguish her fake laugh from her real one, and he can tell when she forgets who he is for a moment and touches him a little more tenderly than either of them really mean.

They are silent on the drive home. They are silent in the elevator, until it stops one floor below Jumin’s penthouse. “Goodnight,” he says. “Sleep well.”

“You don’t have to say that, you know,” she counters, and smiles softly as the doors slide shut between them. “Not when it’s just me.”

Elizabeth the 3rd is snoring softly when he unlocks his door, and it is the only sound he can hear. He basks in the bliss of having nobody around when he is already so mentally exhausted, and takes out his phone to see it’s just after midnight and Yoosung has opened a chat room.

He enters it, multitasking as he changes his clothes and brushes his teeth. His cat patters into the room and jumps up beside him when he perches on the edge of his bed. She smells frustratingly like perfume and something oddly like guilt threatens Jumin with a dull blade.

Wait!! says Luciel. Think someone entered the chat room.

Jumin checks. There is a name on his screen he doesn’t recognise.

Odd.

Who are you? Identify yourself.

“Jumin. It’s me,” your voice is soft and bubbly; maybe a little nervous but still pleasant on his ears. An intriguing introduction. He almost finds himself chuckling.

Jumin moves the phone from his ear and glances down at your name again, just to be certain he’s not imagining things, then focuses in on the plainness of the wall in front of him.

“I hope you realise blurting out ‘It’s me’ is not a proper way to identify yourself to the person on the other end of the line.”

He had hesitated briefly before telling you he is married. Now he has known you for five days and whatever he’s feeling is somehow, ridiculously, already far greater than any emotion he has ever felt towards his wife.

He invites her out for dinner at their usual restaurant the following evening, and she tells him if he has something to discuss with her she would rather keep it simple. As an alternative he invites her to the penthouse and opens a bottle of wine he knows she likes. When she arrives her hair is tied up experimentally and she is wearing a new shade of lipstick. She surprises him when she actually accepts his offer to pour her a glass.

“I am going to talk with my father,” Jumin says, and she knows what he means. It’s only later that he will find out she had already brought it up with hers. “For what it’s worth, however, I apologise that it ended up like this.”

“Me too,” she agrees. Jumin notices the light catch a glassiness in her eyes as she continues, “If I could have loved you, I would have.”

She stays for a few hours and it is the most sincere time they have spent together in three years.

That night, Zen has a dream.

#mystic messenger #jumin han #jumin x reader #anyway. [replaces your sarah choi]#I just love putting him in situations 🩷#I gave the oc lore in my head even though I'll very likely never write about her again #her name is yeeun kwon and she's the daughter of a chaebol family that chairman han has close connections to :)#I didn't share anything about her in this on purpose though #something something narrative #annfic

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absurdthirst · 2 years

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Hotel Sanguine {Max Phillips x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 11.4k

Warnings: Vampirism, blood, blood drinking, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, transformation, murder

Comments: The front desk of your hotel is always interesting work. Catering to humans and vampires alike. When Max Phillips checks in, your life will change forever.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

Your hotel is unique. Granted, you had the standard amenities that are available in any hotel, room service, housekeeping, breakfast service in the mornings with a cocktail hour every evening. However the hotel you worked for also provided….other things. Things that were not offered to the human clients that came in, completely unaware that the rooms next door might be housing a vampire.

The special rooms included extra curtain protection. Even though it wasn’t true that vampires would explode if exposed to the sun, they didn’t tolerate it very well. It gave them headaches and made them tired if exposed for too long. The menu was also special, a supply of any blood type available to them, or there was even an option of a fresh supply from the source, for an up charge of course.

The rules of your hotel were simple, never feed off guests or staff that weren’t ordered, never let the normal humans know this is a vampire hotel, and try to accommodate all the eccentric wants of the blood drinking community as much as possible. Straightening up, you give the business man in a three piece suit a bright smile. “Welcome to Hotel Sanguine, checking in?”

Max leans against the counter, his suit a little wrinkled from the flight - first class for the office manager, of course. He offers you a flashy grin, his eyes dipping down to your neck and cleavage. You look delicious. “Yes. Checking in. Last name is Phillips. If you want to know the name you’ll be screaming tonight, first name is Max.” He winks at you, unable to not flirt with a beautiful woman.

You instantly know he’s a vampire. Not that the slight hint of fangs didn’t give it away, but his persona did. Vampirism seems to magnify whatever human traits they had before they were changed. Max Phillips was obviously a womanizer. Or maybe just a horndog. “Yes, Mr. Phillips, we have you in our Deluxe Junior suite for five days.” All the rooms for vampires were deluxe junior suites on paper, code for a vampire is in the building.

You collect two key cards and program them while the corporate credit card runs through the system. “Your room service menu is in the suite and please do not hesitate to contact us if there is something you need.” You tell him as you write his room number down in the key card holder and hand it to him.

He pouts slightly that you turned down his offer but he doesn’t let it get to him. His fingers brushing yours as he takes the key from your hand. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He winks, picking up his Gucci duffle bag before he makes his way to the elevators. He’s here for five days. He has plenty of time to make you beg for him.

Working the front desk isn’t taxing. It’s interesting, frustrating at times, but you enjoy the work. Interacting with people and taking care of their needs. And because you deal with vampires, your pay is excellent. “Front desk.” You pick up the phone when an internal call comes from one of the Deluxe Junior suites. “How may I help you, Mr. Phillips?”

Max smirks against the receiver, glad it is you that answered the phone. “I am looking for a good blood suggestion. Something sweet but tangy. Not too bitter. Do you know someone who would fit that criteria?” He grins, knowing that’s your exact flavor profile based on how you smell.

You roll your eyes slightly and tuck the phone into your shoulder while you look up the available people that are working the room service tonight. “Well, we have several options for you to choose from.” You tell him, clicking through the profiles. “Would you prefer a man or a woman?”

Max sighs, realizing you haven’t picked up what he’s saying. He doesn’t want anyone else. Your blood sings to him and he knows he would feel unsatisfied with anyone else. “Do you have blood bags? Can I get a B negative warmed up?” He asks with a huff.

“Right away, Mr. Phillips.” You smirk at his tone, having understood what he wanted but deciding that you were going to mess with him a little. “I know a type that all our other guests rave over. Although it’s not as good as my own.” You disconnect the call and connect to the kitchen to order a bag of B- for room 425.

He huffs, hanging up the phone. He knows you’re messing with him but he doesn’t give up so easily. He will get you. One way or another. He accepts the bag of warmed up B negative until the silver cloche and he sips as he thinks of how to charm you.

You don’t hear from Max for the rest of the night, the desk quiet after all the vampires have their requests filled. You like working here, another perk of the job comes with your housing. You live on the property for free as a part of your salary. It also helps people running their mouths about who you cater to. Sighing, you turn your station over to the daytime staffer and prepare to go back to your room to sleep.

A couple of days pass by and Max comes to visit the front desk often between his various meetings that were pre-scheduled on this trip. “So…are you going to be good and come to my room tonight?” He asks, leaning against the counter with a grin. His fingers tapping the wooden surface as he refrains from dipping his gaze down to your cleavage.

“Mr. Phillips.” You give him a smile, just a bit brighter than the other one you give most guests. He’s been flirting heavily every time he sees you and to be honest, you kind of like it. He’s handsome and you’ve always been curious to know what it’s like to be fed from. Most of the room service humans end up getting fucked by the vampires feeding from them. Apparently it’s a very erotic experience. “Have your expectations of this stay not been met?” You tease playfully. “Perhaps you need to file a complaint?”

He offers you a shake of his head and a smirk. “Baby…you and I both know what I’m after. I want you. I can make you feel in-cred-ible.” He promises, “you will cum on my tongue, my fingers, my cock. I simply request that you come to my room and let me taste the sweetest blood I’ve ever smelt.” He winks, reaching out to adjust your collared shirt.

You smirk and send him a tiny pout. “Too bad I have to work.” You tell him. “The boss in you should be happy that I am such a dedicated employee.” You tease with a wink before your phone rings and you pick it up. “Front desk, how may I help you?”

“And if I speak to your boss? Make a special request?” He raises his eyebrows. Never one to take No for an answer unless it’s truly something they don’t want. He never ever pushes someone into something without their consent. He wants them willing and desperate. “Well, baby? If I speak to your boss, get him to give you a break?” He asks, waggling his eyebrows.

You have to give him points for persistence. You’ve encouraged him and he’s enjoying the hunt it seems. Pulling the phone down and covering the receiver so the person on the other end can’t hear, you answer him. “If you can convince my boss to have my shift covered, I’ll come upstairs as room service.” You propose finally.

Max smirks, feeling victorious. “Tell me who your boss is, doll face, and I’ll make sure you have tonight and tomorrow off.” He winks at you, watching you as you point to your manager, and Max strides over to the man. He’s a vampire and Max knows his charm won’t work, but he has other ways to get his way. Some good ‘ole Benjamins never go amiss to get him what he wants.

You don’t watch, knowing that your boss would never cover your shift, he needs you here to handle difficult guests. Despite the fact that you are human, most vampires who check in respect you and there tends to be less issues when you are working nights. Another reason your boss is considering another raise. You continue to organize the next batch of check ins, checking with housekeeping to make sure that the Junior suites are all cleaned, sometimes the sheets take a few washes to bleach the blood out of them and order another supply of B- from the blood bank. A certain someone has been depleting your stock.

Max slides a few hundred dollar bills into the manager’s hand. “That will buy you some blood and pussy.” He winks and the manager raises his eyebrows, “or cock. I don’t judge. Get your pleasure where you can.” He chuckles, “now…I would appreciate you giving that young lady tonight and tomorrow off.” He says, closing his hand around the manager’s.

“What do you want with her?” He narrows his eyes.

Max shrugs, “honestly? I like my women willing so she won’t be forced into anything she doesn’t want to do. I just- I feel drawn to her, to her blood. I want to see what it’s all about.” He answers truthfully.

Immediately, the cash is back in Max’s hand. “No.” He grunts, shaking his head and looking over at where you are busy working. “She is too valuable for you to use as your personal blood bag and fuck toy.” He tells him, not mentioning that he wants you for himself and won’t let another vampire touch you. “She stays where she’s at.”

Max’s smile falls and he narrows his eyes. “Shouldn’t she be the judge of that? Even if she doesn’t come to my room, she deserves a night off. You work her too hard.” He accuses, knowing it because he can see the exhaustion in your gaze. “Besides, pal, I wouldn’t test me. I can have you fired tonight if I want. You have no idea who I’m connected with, you might want to weigh your options and consider my generous offer.” Max holds up the money, a stiff grin on his face as he tilts his head.

Your boss, an eighty year old vampire named Robyn, snorts and shakes his head. “You have no connections that would ever amount to firing me.” He assures him, looking around the hotel with a satisfied grin. “I own this hotel and if you would like, I can always escort you off the property.” His eyes flash dangerous and he gives Max a smug look. “Those threats might work with the humans, but you should actually have connections before you threaten.”

Max chuckles, leaning in closer, “and who do you think is behind the acquisition of your precious hotel? My company. That I’m the manager of. You’ve agreed to sell this hotel to my company for a pretty penny so…pal…you want to reconsider the money? Seems like you need it with how much you’re willing to sell this place for.” Max chuckles, shoving the bills into the man’s breast pocket.

Robyn’s face falls and he practically snarls, fangs showing and he glared at Max. “Fine.” He hisses, pissed off that he’s backed into a corner and forced to let you off. “She can have off, but she’s not room service.” He smirks. “She won’t come to you.”

“Let’s let her be the judge of that.” Max pats the older vamp’s chest. “Have a wonderful night.” He flashes him a victorious grin and makes his way over to the desk. “You have tonight and tomorrow off. No need to thank me. Well, you can. By coming to my room.” He winks, “you can let me sample you…all of you.” He doesn’t push, not using his hypnosis to force you into it. He’s not that kind of vamp.

Your brows raise and you look over to find your boss looking like he’s sucked a lemon. “Wow.” You murmur. ��I didn’t expect you to actually be able to do it.” You confess softly, raising a brow and looking towards the day shift person coming to take over for you. “Maybe I will.” You tease, winking at him. “Guess you’ll have to wait until tonight to find out.”

Max chuckles, liking your moxy. You’re feisty and he loves it. “I’ll be waiting for you.” He promises, feeling his frozen heart thump in his chest, which makes him pause before he offers you a smirk. “See you later, baby.” He winks and strides off to his room.

You have to sleep. You are tired from working all night and don’t want to fall asleep on Max, so instead of joining him, you go back to your room. Stripping down and crawling into your bed, smiling to yourself as you fall asleep and you wonder how impatient he will be as he waits for tonight to come around.

Max taps his fingers on the desk in his room. He’s been to his meetings, his mind slightly preoccupied with you. Wondering why you didn’t come to his room right away. Maybe you were tired. He forgets how that feels when he hasn’t been tired since he was turned.

You straighten your dress before you knock on Max’s door. Waking up earlier than usual, you had taken the time to soak in a bath and shave before dressing to go to Max’s room. Biting your lip, you wonder what it will be like. Robyn never let you act as room service, despite you asking because you wanted the extra money. He had always said no and said you were too valuable behind the desk. Reaching out, you knock quickly, knowing he will hear it.

Max grins as he strides over to the door. He can already smell you and his mouth is practically watering. He opens the door, his eyes widening slightly as the sight of you in that tight black dress. He can see you’ve dressed up and that makes his stomach twist and his cock twitch. “Welcome, sweetheart.” He greets you, stepping aside so you can walk into the room.

Max walks over to the bar, “want a drink? You can have whatever you want. Water, soda, champagne.” He likes blood laced with champagne, makes it so sweet. It’s your choice however. He waits for your answer, wanting you to be comfortable.

You appreciate the offer of a drink. “Champagne.” You decide, feeling as if having a day off is worth celebrating. You look around the room, noticing that it’s tidy, despite the fact that most vampires are normally quite messy. They tend to be careless in their personal spaces. Honestly you feel that it’s because they have plenty of years to worry about living, so they don’t sweat the clothes on the floor.

Working quickly to pour you a glass of champagne after opening the bottle, he hands the glass to you and gestures for you to sit down. “So…enjoying your night off?” He asks, swinging his arm on the sofa behind you as he settles beside you. No drink in his own hand since he is only focused on you.

You smile, taking a sip of the crisp, bubbly alcohol and nod. “I’ve not really had a day off in nearly two months.” You had been shocked when you realized that, but taking tonight and tomorrow off is amazing. “I slept and then I got to take a really long bath and soak.” You admit, taking another sip and looking over at Max watching you.

Shaking his head, he can’t help but caress your bare shoulder. “That’s gonna change. My company…they are buying out the hotel so you don’t need to worry about working two months straight. Everyone is going to be treated well. Things are going to be better without that fucking skeleton Robyn ruining the hotel.” He promises, sensing your heart rate pick up when his fingers dip under the strap of your dress.

“You- you’re buying the hotel?” Your brows shoot up and you are shocked. You never thought that Robyn would sell the hotel, he didn’t like not being able to have complete control of everyone around him. Including you.

“Sure am.” Max shoots you a grin and you take another sip of your champagne.

“So maybe I shouldn’t do this.” You venture softly. “Since you will be the boss.” You never want anyone to say you slept your way into a promotion.

He pouts, “only in name. I do not wish to be here to run the business. I will be looking for someone to manage it for me. Make suggestions about what we can improve upon. I have to run my other ventures, this is purely an investment.” Max explains, “If you want to leave, you can sweetheart. No one is forcing you to stay here. I like my women willing and eager, so if you want to go, I won’t stop you.”

“I don’t want to go.” You promise, leaning forward to set the champagne aside so you can face him. “I just- I don’t want you to think that I jump into every vampire’s bed.” You murmur. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that.” You hastily add, never thinking anything bad of the room service workers. “Robyn never let me work room service. Even when I ask to. So I’m a little nervous.”

Chuckling, Max shakes his head. “Oh baby. You know it’s because he wants you to himself, right?” He snorts when you shake your head. “You really don’t know? Jesus. He wants you. He wants you all to himself. He doesn’t know this but…I’ve seen emails. He wants you for more than your blood.” Max reveals, shifting away from you for a moment.

“I-“ You shake your head in disbelief, never having thought your boss wanted you. Not that you are attracted to him. You’ve never thought about sleeping with him, or letting him feed from you. “What does he want from me?” You ask, slightly scared of what else he could want other than your blood.

Max’s gaze darkens, “he wants you to be his. I can tell from the way he looks at you. He wants to bury his cock and his fangs deep inside of you. Make you his in every way. Why do you think he won’t let you be involved in the room service? He wants your pussy.” Max chuckles.

You give Max a thoroughly confused look. “I- I guess I just assumed that sex was a part of feeding.” You murmur softly. “I guess I didn’t realize that he wanted me that way. I just - I never thought of him like that.” You flutter your lashes as you look down and then give him a very hooded glance. “Not like I’ve thought of you.

Max smirks, his dark eyes meeting yours. “So…what have you thought of lil ole me?” His eyes widen slightly and he trails a finger down your arm. “Tell me sweetheart.” He says, wanting to hear you say it all out loud.

Biting your lip, you look at where his fangs have come out, staring at the pointed tips. “I thought about you feeding from me.” You confess softly. “You want to, I can tell.” Reaching out, you touch the tip of one fang and feel the sharp tooth slice into your finger and the blood starts to well up.

Max can’t help it. He grabs your wrist, keeping your hand near his mouth and he leans closer to lap the drop of blood off of your skin before he wraps his lips around your digit. His dark eyelashes flutter, and he meets your gaze, his cock pressing against his zipper at how sweet you taste.

You gasp quietly, feeling the sucking on your finger transferring down into your core and making your cunt bottom out. Watching him lap at your blood and swallow it down. You watch his eyes change, narrow and his pupils dilate wide, darkness almost edging out the small band of brown. He likes your blood. He wants more of it. You whimper quietly and shift closer, leaning into the feeling.

He won’t take without permission, never has. He releases your finger, leaning back in his seat. “So baby…you want to tell me what’s got your pussy so wet?” He winks, smelling your arousal.

“You.” You admit breathlessly, squirming slightly and uncrossing your legs since he already knows that you are wet. “You know you’re attractive.” He has to, there is no way that he wouldn’t be that confident if he didn’t. “I want to feel what it’s like.” You confess. “Will you show me?”

“You want me to suck your blood while I rub your clit?” He hums, shuffling closer to you and running his nose along your neck. His hand touches your knee, slowly trailing along your thigh until he is under the hem of your dress. “You need to answer me, sweetheart otherwise I won’t touch you.” His voice hardens a little, needing you to tell him before he makes you feel things you’ve never felt.

You whine, biting your lip and looking into his eyes. “Yes.” You practically pant the words. “Touch me.” You grab his hand and push it higher up under your dress. “Please.” You beg, needing someone to touch you. It has been a long time since someone has touched you, your orgasms always coming from your vibrator or your own hand.

He chuckles at the desperation in your voice, finally giving you what you want. He presses his fingers against your clit, rubbing through your underwear before he slides his fingers under the thin lace to rub your bundle of nerves without barriers. He leans closer, running his nose along your jaw before he playfully nips. “Beg me to bite you.” He whispers into your ear, licking your earlobe.

“Mr. Phillips.” You whine as your eyes slide closed and you arch your hips towards his hand. Tilting your head, you bare your throat to him. “Bite me.” You plead. “Bite me, Max.” You want nothing more than to feel him sink his teeth into your neck and suck your blood down.

The way you beg him nearly makes him cum then and there. He groans, kissing your pulse before he sinks his teeth into your neck. Your blood makes him moan, deep and vibrating in his chest, and he rubs your clit a little harder. Drinking down your blood, you’re the sweetest he’s ever tasted. He could easily drain you dry. His fingers dip lower, pushing two thick digits into your dripping cunt.

“Max!” You gasp out his name, eyes blowing wide at how thick his fingers are. Stretching you and curling up while the pain from his bite melds into pleasure. Euphoria floods your body and you wonder if it’s because of anything that Max produces in his saliva that makes you feel like you are floating on a cloud.

He is in heaven. Your tight pussy gripping his fingers as your hot, sweet blood floods his mouth. He carefully drinks you down, his eyes fluttering closed and he tries to not gulp you down and kill you. His thumb presses against your clit, desperate for you to cum while he’s still drinking you down.

Whining incoherently, you feel your orgasm is about to crest. The way he is curling his fingers up and pressing against that spongy little spot deep inside your cunt has your stomach tensing. His fingers feel impossibly deep and you love the way that his thumb rubs your clit. Touching you perfectly until your back arches in pleasure and you cry out. “Oh shit! Max!”

He loves it. Swears he nearly cums in his pants like a fucking teenager when you clamp down on his digits and soak them with your cum. He works you through it, taking one last pull of blood before he pulls back, lapping at your wounds before he withdraws his fingers, shoving them in his mouth so the taste of your cum combines with your blood.

You lean back against the sofa, giggling to yourself quietly while you let the immense boneless feeling float through your system. Feeling slightly fuzzed but better than you have in a long time. “Oh my god.” You sigh breathlessly. “That was incredible.”

Max smirks, pleased that you enjoyed it. He brushes your hair out of your face and watches you. “Good. I’m glad. You should always feel that good.” It’s hard to ignore the feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knows what it is but he won’t acknowledge it. Not until he has gotten to know you a little more, give you the choice. He sighs, shifting away from you despite his throbbing cock. “You can go if you want. I’ll take care of myself.” He doesn’t want to force you into more, it’s not his style.

There is a small pout on your face when you hear him tell you that you can leave. “You don’t want to?” You bite your lip, sure that Max had wanted to fuck you, at least all his flirting had made you think that he wanted to be between your thighs and make you cum on his cock like he had bragged. “I understand.” You nod, moving to get up. “You’ve gotten your blood.”

Max scoffs, reaching for your hand to stop you from moving. “Baby. I want you. Jesus, I want you.” He brings your hand down to his crotch for a moment. “Yet drinking your delectable blood seems to have triggered something inside of me that makes me want our first time to be something special. Tell me, do you feel it?” He asks, lifting your hand to his chest.

“A heartbeat?” You frown, clearly confused.

“Yeah. A fucking heartbeat. A heart that only beats…for you. You’re my soulmate.” He confesses, knowing he didn’t believe it until he met you. The draw he felt was beyond anything he’s ever experienced so with some research and phone calls, he concluded that you are in fact his soulmate.

“I- soulmate?” Your eyes widen and you look down at your hand and then back up to his eyes, shocked. “You? This isn’t some kind of joke?” You ask, needing to make sure he’s not having some kind of laugh at your expense. Maybe after feeding their hearts beat and he’s just teasing the gullible human. You felt a connection but you had just dismissed it as attraction. “I’m your soulmate? Really?”

He nods, “Trust me, sweetheart. I was dubious too. I didn’t - I couldn’t understand why I was so drawn to you. You don’t feel it. You’re still human. When you’re a vampire, you’ll feel the connection like I do. It’s intense. He reaches for your hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss your palm. “You feel that? It’s like a thousand times more intense for me. I knew as soon as I tasted your blood. You’re mine.” He declares, his dark eyes meeting yours.

When you’re a vampire. You don’t miss the words he uses and you shiver slightly, imagining him turning you. You are not as opposed to it as you might have been if Robyn had proposed it. Instead you are curious. A soulmate. “So now your heart beats?” You ask, unsure of what is happening. “Or is it a one time thing?”

“Only for you. Only when I’m around you. It’s…I don’t even understand why. It’s to show that we are connected. So other vampires know we belong to each other. Are you- you can leave if you want. Never come back. I’ll be fine.” He offers you a flashy grin despite the pain he doesn’t realize is clear in his eyes. If you leave, he will be destroyed. Seeking death instead of an existence without you.

“I don’t want to leave.” That you know for certain. You hate the shadows in his eyes and would never want to see them because of you. ��I - do you want me to become a vampire right away?” You ask, slightly breathless at the way tonight has turned out. You expected to have sex and be fed from, not find out that you are this handsome vampire’s soulmate. “Or do you want me to stay human a little longer so you can have my blood?”

“It’s your choice, baby. I can turn you tonight. You’ll wake up tomorrow as a vampire. Or we can wait. I just don’t want to spend another day without you.” He reaches out to cup your cheek, caressing the skin with his thumb before his hand drops down to press against your pulse. “It’s your choice. All of this is your choice. I wouldn’t force anything on you. You can remain human if you want but when you die, so will I.”

“I want-“ You bite your lip and look at him, wondering what your life would be like with him. “I want to experience it as a human.” You confess. “Being with you. How did you put it?” You smirk and slide your hand up his chest. “Bury your fangs and your cock deep inside me.” Your cunt clenches hard at the idea of him being the one to do that. “Then I want you to turn me.” You tilt your head curiously. “How do you turn me?”

His now beating heart thumps as you tell him you want to be with him. His cock twitches upon hearing you want him to fuck you while you’re human. He reaches for your hand, “it’s easy actually. I just - I bite you and then break your neck. You’ll wake up a baby vamp.” He chuckles, squeezing your hand. “Are you sure you want this?” He asks, looking into your eyes. He should’ve suspected you were his when he couldn’t use hypnosis on you. “I’ll be gentle. I don’t want to hurt you.” The very thought kills him.

“I do.” You have learned about him through the flirting everyday. He’s cocky and a man who loves to make inappropriate jokes, but he also is kind and he believes in allowing you a choice. “I want to become yours and feel what you feel.”

He nods, biting his lip to suppress the smile on his face. He leans forward, nudging his nose against yours, and he softly presses his lips to yours. Wanting to savor this one and only time he’s going to experience you as a human.

You are surprised by his gentleness. You had anticipated him being eager to get started now that he knows you want to be his. Instead his kiss lingers and he slowly deepens it. Making you hum into his mouth when he reaches up and coaxes your jaw open with his fingers on the edge of it.

His tongue slides against yours and the fire ignites within him. He grabs your waist, pulling you onto his lap so you can feel how hard he is for you. Your scent, your looks, your entire being has him desperate to touch you. He rocks you on his lap, remembering you need to breathe as he kisses down your neck.

Moaning, you don’t hesitate to grind your cunt against his hard cock. Thrilled that he feels large and delicious underneath you, you reach up and tangle your fingers into hair hair, your hem bunching up to your hips as you try to get closer to him.

He loves how you press yourself against him and he reaches down to tug the hem of your dress up, exposing your lace panties to his touch. He wastes no time in tugging on them, ripping them off with a flick of his wrist.

You gasp, eyes widening at how little effort he put into that. “Oh god.” You moan, feeling yourself dripping at how sexy that display was. “Max.” You roll your hips against his cock again, wanting him to touch you.

He loves the way you moan his name, his cock now aching with the need to be released. He grabs your waist, twisting to lay you down on the sofa and he grabs your ankle, taking off your shoe and tossing it across the room. Kissing along your calf down to your core, he nips the skin of your mound before grabbing your other ankle, tossing the other shoe before making his way down to your dripping cunt.

He shoves your dress higher up your waist to fully expose you as he settles between your thighs on his stomach. “Such a pretty pussy…and it’s mine for eternity.” He grins before leaning in to flatten his tongue through your folds.

Your back arches up off the sofa as you cry out. His tongue is magical, flicking and twirling around your clit before he sucks it into his mouth and then lets go to start another teasing track around your cunt. Making you gasp when he grabs your knees to pull your legs onto his shoulders so he can get deeper into you, his tongue pressing into your core and making spots appear in your vision.

He is eager, desperate to taste every part of you he can as he pushes his tongue deep inside of you. His nose pushed up against your clit as his hands grip your hips. You writhe but he won't let you move, not needing to breathe so he keeps his tongue buried inside of you.

You shriek out when he curls his tongue up, feeling like it is impossibly deep. “MAX!” You cry out, knowing anyone around you will hear your cries but you don’t care. Not when his tongue is flicking so deep inside you that it makes your body jerk with every swipe and you feel your thighs trembling, about to cum.

He can tell you're close. He shifts, shaking his head slightly so he can rub your clit with his nose, his tongue curling deep inside of you. His hand slides up to squeeze your breast through your dress and bra. He needs to feel, taste, and hear you cum for him.

Your orgasm slams into you, taking away the ability to breathe, to think. Unaware of everything but the way that your entire world implodes and your body shakes with pleasure. “Oh shit, oh shit, Maaaaaaaaaaaax!” You wail out, cunt gushing into his mouth and soaking his face.

Max growls into your flesh, loving the reaction from you. He swears he could feel you gush like that for the rest of his life. With a hiss, he works you through it before pulling back, lifting himself up so he can see how wrecked you are. "Shit, baby. You taste so fucking good." He groans, diving back in to run his tongue between your folds.

You whine, bucking up against his mouth when his tongue slides across your sensitive clit. “Fuck!” Your fingers in his hair twist and you tug on it, trying to pull him away from your cunt but he gives a sexy little growl and resists you, still lapping at your cunt. The vibrations and your sensitivity push you over the edge of another orgasm, rushing up on you just like the first one. “Oh God!”

He’s already addicted to the taste of you. Loving your reactions and the way you moan his name. He knows he’s in love. He laps at your clit, needing you to cum one more time. He wants you wet and ready for his cock. Especially since you’re human. “One more time.” He orders, sliding his hand along your thigh before pushing two fingers into you.

Gasping out, you feel your body nearly double over on itself. “I- fuuuuuuuuck.” You whimper out and roll your hips into his hand. You can’t believe that he is wanting you to cum again, never having cum more than once with any previous lovers before they were ready to fuck you.

He is greedy. Always has been. He wants you to cum again. “One more time.” He demands again, leaning down to suck on your clit. Curling his fingers against that spongy spot inside of you. You’re his soulmate, he wants to make sure you cum and you cum hard.

You swear you blackout. You have to have. The scream that comes from somewhere can’t be from you, it sounds too far away. Like it’s three doors away and the person is underwater. Your heart skips a bit, shorting out under the pleasure and you lose the feeling in your legs when you finally start to come back to yourself.

Max grins, his chin absolutely soaked with your cum. He fucking loved it. Seeing you squirt was probably the best moment of his existence. Giving you mercy, he shifts to kneel between your legs, kissing your chin. “I am gonna enjoy spending eternity with you.” He chuckles, nipping your chin lightly before he shifts to stand up, working on taking off his shoes and suit.

You can do nothing more than lay there limply. Eyes cracked open while you watch him strip. He really is gorgeous. Slowly revealing more of his surprisingly tanned skin as he slides off his shirt. Apparently a vampire didn’t lose their tan when they changed or Max was vain enough that he uses spray tan. It would be interesting to find out which one of those theories was true.

He sees you eying him and he reaches for your hand. “Come on honey, I want to see you spread out on the bed.” You whine, unable to move so he scoops you into his arms, easy for him with his strength, and he smirks when you gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck. He lowers you onto the bed, reaching behind you to unzip your dress. “Want to see all of you.” He murmurs, kissing your shoulder as he tugs the dress down to leave you in the lace bra. “Pretty,” He coos, “but disposable.” He tugs and rips it off of you.

You gasp and watch dumbfounded as he dangles the shredded lace from his fingers before he tosses it aside with a chuckle. “That was my best bra.” You pout at him, wondering if all your clothes are going to be destroyed under his touch. “I’ll buy you more.” Max promises before he unbuttons his slacks and pushes them down to reveal his box briefs and the large bulge of his cock under them.

He knows he’s gifted, bragged about it often enough. Hence why Evan’s girlfriend wanted him after she caught him coming out of the shower sans towel. He knows how to use it though. He watches you as he pushes his boxers down, a smirk on his face as he sees the way your eyes widen slightly. “Don’t worry baby, it’ll fit.” He teases, trying to stop ignoring the way his chest clenches as he thinks about touching you for the rest of his existence.

You bite your lip, spreading your legs even more as he kneels on the bed, making room for him to join you. Wanting him between your thighs. “I know it will.” You promise, sending him a smirk. “I think you promised that I was going to cum on your cock, Mr. Phillips.” You tease.

He hums, rubbing your thighs as his cock twitches. “I believe I did.” He grins, shifting closer so he can grip his cock and rub the head through your folds, gathering up your slick. He groans at how wet you are and he notches his cock at your entrance, hitching your leg over his hip. “Ready sweetheart?” He asks.

“Yes.” You promise him, staring up into his brown eyes, and your mouth drops open when he pushes inside you. “Oh, oh god.” You moan, feeling him stretch out your cunt and fill you slowly. Your hands grip his shoulders and you moan again when he grunts, it’s sexy in your opinion.

He pushes into you, slow and watching your reaction. Your jaw drops and he is pushing up against your cervix. “Good?” He asks, refraining from just fucking you hard and fast. This is the first time of forever. You nod and he shifts onto his forearms, hovering over you as he rocks his hips, pulling out of you before he pushes back into you.

“Max.” You whimper his name, loving how restrained he is. You know he could push into you harder, faster, but he keeps his pace steady. “Oh fuck, Max. It’s so good.” You praise breathlessly. “You’re so good. So big inside me.”

“This cock is yours, honey. Forever. All yours.” He promises, kissing your jaw until he is nuzzling your pulse. He moves a little faster, tilting your hip to push it higher so he can get impassively deeper inside of you.

“Oh fuck.” You tilt your head back and close your eyes, clenching around him and squeezing your thighs around his hips while your legs lock behind his back. “Do it.” You beg, in love with the way that he feels so deep inside you. Buried inside you like he had promised. “Bite me.” You moan. “Feed from me again.”

He won’t deny you. He kisses the skin above your pulse before he sinks his teeth into your neck, groaning as your sweet blood floods his mouth. He continues rocking into you, his hips hitting the back of your thighs, and he loves the way your walls flutter around him.

You cry out, eyes bursting wide open and you love it. You whimper his name softly, enjoying the pleasure that his fangs give you. You rock your hips up and meet his thrusts while he fills you over and over again. “Oh fuck, Max.” You moan, your heart speeding up and sending more blood to your open wound.

He loves the way you moan his name. He gulps down your blood, careful to not take too much too quickly. He doesn’t want to kill you. His hips rock a little faster, wanting you to cum. He shifts so he can rub your clit, loving the way your walls grip his cock.

You whimper, unable to believe that you have found a lover so generous. Most men didn’t care about your pleasure beyond one orgasm. You have cum so many times and his fingers are still reaching for your clit, rubbing it and groaning when he feels you tighten around him again.

Max loves your reaction to him. He can feel how close you are. He pulls away from your neck, your blood dripping down his chin but he is desperate to feel you cum before he fills you up and ultimately kills you to make you his for eternity.

Your lips press to his, heedless of your own blood. Needing to kiss him right before you cum. It’s close, you feel it building in your stomach and it only takes a few thrusts before you are clamping down around him. Crying out and your walls squeeze him tight.

Max loves the way you clamp down his cock. Soaking him with your cum, he groans your name and rocks into you a little faster. "Cum, gonna cum baby." He warns you, thrusting deep into you.

You’ve never had sex with a vampire before and the fact that his cum is slightly cooler makes you gasp as he paints your walls. Filling you with his useless seed and making you roll your hips up while you ride out your orgasm and help him prolong his own high.

Max wants to turn you. He wants you to be his for eternity, so after riding his high, he cups your cheeks. " You ready baby?“He asks.

You are a little nervous, you can’t deny that. You have never been killed before. It’s daunting, wondering if something might go wrong. Instead of voicing those thoughts, you nod, smiling up at him. “I’m ready.”

Max inhales deeply, albeit unnecessarily but he is nervous. He's turned people before but not his soulmate! Kissing along your neck, he whispers that he loves you before sinking his fangs into your flesh, waiting several moments before he cups your jaw and swiftly breaks your neck.

It doesn’t hurt. Instead, you feel his fangs and then….nothing. Your body goes limp in his arms and your heart beat stops, fangs and cock of your vampire lover still buried inside you.

Max withdraws from you, both cock and fangs. He looks down at your limp form and smiles, eager for you to wake up. He is gentle as he cleans you up, washing away the blood and cum. He dresses you in his shirt and waits for you to awaken as his forever.

Opening your eyes, you blink, vision clearer than you’ve ever seen before. You can see dust particles in the air. The slight rustle to your left sounds like someone is moving something inside your ears. Turning your head, you find Max watching you. “Did- did you do it?” You ask, feeling different but you aren’t certain.

He chuckles, remembering how disorientating the entire experience is. “Yes ma’am. You are a baby vamp.” He teases, having watched you for a while to make sure you were changing before he ordered some room service to have some blood ready for you. “How do you feel?” He asks, keeping his hands to himself for now.

“Good.” You sit up and look around the room. “Hungry.” You practically growl the words and look at Max. He doesn’t look appealing, like a meal, although you can see his heartbeat pulsing under his chest. “Really hungry.”

“Don’t worry baby. I have some blood for you. Got you a selection so you can decide what your favorite is.” He winks as he shuffles off of the bed to grab you a bag of his favorite - B Negative. “Here. Go slow otherwise you’ll give yourself indigestion.” He jokes.

Tearing open the end of the bag, you greedily start sucking it down, moaning over the taste. Gulping down the blood as fast as you can manage, easing the ravenous feeling in your stomach. “God.” You sigh, the bag empty moments later when you let go of it and start licking your lips, the need to breathe non-existent now. “That’s so good. How did I not know it was so good?”

Max can’t deny the way his cock twitches at the sight of you gulping down his favorite meal. Well, second favorite. Your pussy is his ultimate favorite. A whole three course meal. He takes the empty bag from your grip. “Humans don’t tend to drink blood. Well, some do. Fucking weirdos.” He snorts, handing you another bag. “Here baby. You are still hungry.”

You nod, taking the bag, although you are slower this time. Sipping the blood and feeling the flavors bursting on your tongue rather than mindlessly eating. “I-“ you pause and look over at Max. “Can we still eat human food?”

Max nods, “yeah but it’s not as good. French fries aren’t the same.” Max takes the empty bag from you, setting it down on the tray. “Do you regret it?” He asks, suddenly feeling guilty about taking away your humanity. He feels so connected to you, even more so now, but he doesn’t know if that’s how you feel. Maybe he was wrong.

Quickly shaking your head, you move. Faster than you ever have in your life, you launch yourself at Max, nearly pushing him back on the bed as you try to straddle him. “No.” You pant, now that your dietary needs have been met, you want him. “Never.”

He lets you push him back onto the bed, he’s still stronger than you, and he looks up at you as you straddle him, dressed in his college t-shirt. “Good. Because I don’t regret it. Can you feel it now?” He asks, bringing your hand back to his beating heart, your own heartbeat echoing in his ears. It’s different than when you were human, a little slower, but still there.

“I can.” You nod, your fangs still extended as you bite the bottom of your lip. “It’s like….you are a part of me.” Trying to explain the way you need him. You had wanted him when you were human, but right now it’s like if you aren’t touching him, you will never be happy again. “Something I need more than blood.”

He nods, “exactly baby. I’m yours and you are mine. Forever.” He shifts, rolling you so you are on your back and he is hovering over you. “Want to claim you as mine so every fucker out there can see.” He murmurs, kissing along your jaw. His cock is throbbing now for you, just the way you are pressed against him has him ready to rip his shirt off and take you.

“I am yours.” You promise, wrapping your legs around his waist and grinding up against him. “Only you. And you are mine.” Your own teeth find his shoulder and you barely retract your fangs before you bite. “Claim me.” You order him. “I want to fuck you again.”

He hisses, nodding as he lifts upward slightly so he can pull his collage shirt off of you. “I like that one. Don’t want to rip it.” He murmurs, eyes immediately dipping down to your exposed tits, groaning when he realizes they are his for eternity.

“But you would rip my underwear.” You snort, not taking the same care as you rip the shirt he is wearing right off of his body.

“Shit. That is sexy.” He groans, dipping his head so he can kiss along your chest until he is taking a nipple into his mouth.

“Max.” You moan loudly, scratching down his bare back, barely keeping from breaking skin and lock your legs around him even harder. “Fuck, harder.” You beg, needing more and it’s almost too much with how intensely you feel everything.

Following your orders, unable to refuse you anything, he bites down on your breast, almost drawing blood - the blood you just drank - and he groans, snaking his hand down to grab your ass, grinding his hard cock against you as you rip his pants off. “Jesus.” He half hisses, half chuckles. “Someone is eager, huh sweetheart?” He teases softly before switching to your other breast.

“Yes.” You have no shame in it either, reaching down and cupping his cock through the boxers that he was wearing. “I want to see what it feels like as a vampire. Want you inside me.” You plunge your hand into his briefs and wrap your fingers around his cock and start pumping him. “Don’t hold back.”

When your fingers wrap around his cock, he is desperate to get inside of you. “Fuck foreplay.” He grunts, batting your hand away and he kicks off his boxers so he can hover over you, naked and pressed against every inch of you. He leans back to look into your eyes as he pushes into you after positioning his cock at your entrance. Max inhales sharply as he pushes into you, loving how you grip his cock and he swears his heart is gonna burst.

Your eyes blow wide at how incredible he feels, pushing inside you. “Max!” You scream, nerves on fire at the overwhelming rush of pleasure from that one thrust. You don’t know if it’s because he’s your soulmate or from being changed but it’s the best thing of your life.

He exhales shakily, unnecessarily, and rocks into you, loving how tight and hot you are around him. He swears he has never felt like this in his existence. The way you seem to consume him, it’s intoxicating, and he knows he will never, ever, let anyone or anything harm you. He’d sooner die himself. “Fuck baby. I- I love you.” He murmurs, burying his face in your neck.

You understand now why Max was so tenacious in pursuing you. Why he kept coming back when others might have just given up or moved on to anyone else. Someone whom he could have charmed effortlessly. He’s your soulmate. “I love you too.” You promise despite knowing it’s insane. But then again, you are a vampire now and you have eternity with this man. Rocking your hips up to meet his fast and hard thrusts.

He rocks into you a little faster, unable to believe how fucking lucky he is. "Fuck baby. You’re mine, never forget that. I'm gonna look after you for an eternity. No one will hurt you. Never. I’ll fucking kill anyone who upsets you." He vows, grunting as he rocks into you, hard and fast.

You moan, closing your eyes and nodding in agreement. You believe him, you’ve caught the possessive look in his eyes as he watched you. He had managed to get Robyn to let you off and now you don’t think you will be staying with the hotel. You know that your place is by his side.

Max nips and licks along your neck loving the way your walls flutter around his cock, and he needs you to cum. "Cum for me sweetheart," He pleads. He slides his hands under you, desperate for you to cum around him.

Moaning again, you nod, clenching your muscles and you feel that you are going to explode. Clinging to him and digging your nails into his back before running them down his skin to grip his ass, encouraging him to pump into you harder and fast. “Yes, yes Max!” You cry out, poised to come apart for him.

He can tell how close you are, continuing to rock into you and he pants when you clamp down on his cock. Soaking him with your juices, and he fucking loves it. Wants to spend forever buried inside of you. “Jesus baby. Feel so good. So good. Need another one. One more.” He orders, knowing you can do it. He pulls out of you, flipping you over in a flash before he straddles you and pushes back into you.

He’s even bigger from this angle. Making you cry out and arch your back while his cock hits deep with the furious swings of his hips. The need to no longer breathe helps, keeping your noises loud and lusty while he hammers into you and pushes you through to another surprising quick orgasm as he punches against your back wall, making your toes curl.

“That’s it honey. That’s it. Cum for me. Cum for me. God, you feel so fucking good. Can’t wait to fuck this cunt forever. Gonna - gonna enjoy fucking this cunt for the rest of my existence. So beautiful. So tight. So fuck- need you - cum.” He orders, slapping your ass cheek as he rocks into you.

His speed quickens, the thrusts nearly blinding with how fast he is pounding into you. The slapping of skin barely keeps up with the movements of his body. There is no way you would have been able to handle this as a human and now, as a vampire, you are loving it. Clawing at the sheets, your nails rips into them when you cum, clenching down around him and screaming out his name so loud that you swear your champagne glass cracks in the next room, you shatter for him. Cumming so hard you nearly push him out of your cunt.

He lets out an inhuman growl, his face morphing slightly and he groans, leaning down to press your body onto the mattress as he hammers in you. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkkkkk.” He roars, biting down on your shoulder as he buries his cock deep and fills you with his cum.

You hold him close, keeping him pulled against you while he rocks himself through his high. Feeling his seed coating your walls and whining at the sensation. “I love you.” You murmur softly.

He pulls out of you, shuffling off of you and he watches his cum drip out of you. “So beautiful.” He murmurs, caressing the back of your thighs and your ass. He playfully bends down to bite the flesh of your ass cheek before he shuffles off of the bed. “I’ll get you some more blood. You’ll need more for a few weeks.” He says, walking over to the tray.

“Thank you baby.” You coo, shifting to stand and feel his cum start to drop out of you. “I wonder if I can get infections from not cleaning up after sex now.” You ponder as you move to the bathroom.

He hums, “I’m not sure. Never really been a problem for me. Wash up just to be safe.” He doesn’t want to risk anything with you. He pulls on some boxers and warms up the blood in the hot water for you. Knowing he prefers it warm. He’s a little sad he only got to taste your blood once but he won’t dwell on that when he has you for an eternity.

Chuckling slightly as you clean up, you stride out to the bathroom nude and walk over to where he is and kisses him while he is waiting on the blood. “Don’t worry.” You could hear the unease in his voice and practically read what he was saying in the few sentences. “I’m not leaving you anytime soon.”

He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close. “Good. I’m hoping to have you by my side for a long time. Which brings me to where you are gonna live. I live in L.A. I have a home there but if you wish to remain here, I’m sure I can make it work. You get to choose what you want to do, I’m not gonna force you.” He nudges his nose against yours.

“Well.” You lean back and look at your soulmate. “I feel like I need to be close to my soulmate.” You tell him playfully. “Plus I’m a baby vamp, needing guidance from the one that created me.” You wink before you lean in and press your lips to his again. “Unless you have an ugly house, then we will have to talk.”

He chuckles, “cheeky. It’s a beautiful house.” He playfully slides his hands down to squeeze your ass. “I’ll show you some photos and you can change whatever you want. It probably needs a woman’s touch.” He kisses your chin. “You should drink. You are like a newborn baby, needing to be fed every few hours.” He teases, reluctantly letting you go. “Then we can clean up and go submit your resignation to that wrinkly old bastard since he’s still the owner. For now.”

You snicker quietly, even if Robyn isn’t actually wrinkly, that description fits his personality to a tee. “I’ll eat and then we will have to go by my room first.” You pout at him. “Since you ruined my bra and I wouldn’t walk up there with my tits out.”

He offers you a smug grin, “part of me thinks that would be hot but the other part of me would be insanely jealous of anyone looking at you. You’re mine.” He growls playfully as he hands you the bag of blood.

You hum, pleased that he wants you so badly still. “Maybe I’ll get a necklace with your name on it.” You tease, opening the blood bag and starting to sip the new one. “Blah.” You shudder and pull your lips away to look at the bag. “A+ is horrible.” You grumble, pouting at the taste. “Horrible.” You take another sip and grimace again.

“Here. Try O.” He says, taking the A+ from you. He will drink it. It’s not his favorite but he will drink it to not waste it. He hands you the new bag of blood, wanting you to be satiated.

You take the new blood and smell it, pleased with it before you take a cautious drink. Trilling happily at the taste, you start to drink, taking a long sip before you pull the bag away from your lips. “So how do you know how to stay away from blood types you don’t like?” You ask. “Can we smell it on the humans?” You don’t want to bite someone only to waste it.

He nods, watching you continue to drink the blood. “You can tell. Some will smell horrible to you. Some smell delicious. You can drink from them without killing them but you might mess up a few times before you control yourself so probably best to go for bad men.” He says, knowing he killed a few assholes in his early days.

Taking his advice seriously, you nod as you take another sip from the bag. “I know you will help me.” You are confident in that. “Although I wouldn’t mind getting a few scumbags off the streets.” You smirk as you imagine yourself as some kind of vampire vigilante, killing the ones that really needed it.

“Not too many, baby. You don’t want people to become suspicious. We can hunt down the worst of the worst, let you figure out the blood you like most.” He winks, grabbing your dress. “Come on, let’s go tell that old bastard you’re leaving.” He smirks, excited to see that asshole’s reaction.

With a quick stop to your room to put on a new bra, you make your way to Robyn’s office that is off the main desk area of the hotel. You keep your hand in Max’s when you knock on the door. “Robyn, may I come in and talk to you?” You ask when he demands to know who is knocking. After a moment, he gives you permission and you open the door.

Robyn’s eyes widen when you walk in, clearly not human, and he narrows his eyes at Max. “What the fuck did you do?” He growls at your soulmate.

Max sighs, not interested in an argument. “I turned my soulmate so we could spend forever together.”

“S-s-soulmate?” He sputters, shaking his head and lurching to his feet. “Impossible.” He spits, letting his fangs extend. “He lied to you.” He tells you, reaching over and grabbing your free wrist and tries to tug you close to him although you resist. “He just wanted to fuck you and change you into a vampire so he could take you away.”

Max shakes his head, “I wouldn’t do that, pal. If you don’t let go of her hand, I’ll fucking kill you.” Max’s eyes narrow and he reaches out to squeeze Robyn’s hand, making him release your wrist. “Don’t touch her. She’s quitting.” Max says, his tone with finality.

“You have no say in what she does and she’s not leaving!” Robyn hisses, face morphing into the monstrous visage of your kind and making your eyes widen.

You had never seen that face on him and he has never spoken about you so possessively. You shake your head. “I’m saying I quit.” You confirm what Max has told him. “I’m leaving with Max. My soulmate.”

“You can’t leave. Not with him. You belong to me. You’re supposed to be mine.” It happens in a flash, Robyn grabs the stake he keeps under the desk for emergencies and surges forward towards Max.

“NO!’ You scream, moving quicker than you ever could have as a human and intercept Robyn, surprising him when you push him off his intended course and slam him against the wall. Your hand around his wrist crushes it, making him drop the stake and your own fangs descend as your face transforms in anger for the first time.

Max acts quickly, knowing he can’t allow this asshole to live and you to be potentially endangered for the rest of your existence. He picks up the stake while you restrain the prick, chuckling as he twirls the piece of wood. “Tsk tsk tsk, that’s what happens when you come between soulmates. My girl is strong, isn’t she?” He winks at you as you hiss, keeping your grip tight.

Robyn growls, “she doesn’t belong to you. She’s mine.” Robyn persists and Max clicks his tongue.

“Sorry pal. No one comes between me and my baby.” He moves quickly, pushing the stake into the vamp’s heart so he explodes, blood soaking you both along with the walls of his office.

You look at Max, surprised that he had shoved a stake through Robyn’s heart. Especially since he had been in negotiations to buy the hotel from him. Now the process would be exceedingly more complicated. Having to wait until his estate was settled unless the deal had already been signed. “Max…”

He looks at you, dead heart pounding in his chest, and he surges forward. Pressing his lips to yours, he grabs your waist. Unable to believe you would attack your boss for him. It has him harder than a rock to know you’ve fought just as hard for him as he would for you.

Gasping in surprise, you open your mouth for him even though you are both covered in blood. It doesn’t taste great since it’s the blood of a vampire, but you are too focused on kissing Max to care. Apparently staking someone makes him horny from the way that his cock is already hard against your hip.

His tongue slides against yours and he needs you. Grabbing the back of your thighs, he lifts you up onto the desk of the dead vampire, ripping at your pants so he can access your pussy. “Let me fuck you.” He pleads, ripping at his own blood soaked pants in his desperation.

Giggling, you help him get both of you out of the wet clothes. His skin is pink from the blood but you don’t care, instead wrapping your hand around his cock and pumping it. “Someone’s eager.” You tease, giving him his own back from earlier. “Apparently killing a vamp turns you on.” You spread your legs wide and wiggle down to the edge so he can line up.

“Watching you defend me turned me on.” He scoffs before he moans, pushing into you when you position him at your entrance. You’re both lightly coated in blood but he doesn’t care, leaning forward to press his lips to yours as his cock pushes deep inside of you. He’s not gentle, gripping your hips as he immediately sets a fast pace, needing to reassure himself you’re okay.

“Oh fuck.” You lean back, gripping his shoulders and taking what he gives you. You feel that he needs to fuck you this way so you wrap your legs around him. “Oh fuck Max.” You moan loudly when he strikes that wonderful little spot inside you.

He clenches his jaw, loving the way you moan his name, loud so everyone in the hallway can hear. Rocking into you at a pace that moves the desk beneath you, he leans closer to press his lips to yours, smothering your moan but focusing on the spot that made you react so loudly.

It’s desperate and unhinged, the way that he is fucking into you. Making the desk move with every thrust. Moaning into his mouth every time he hits deep, the thrill of the moment and the fact that you are with your soulmate pushes you over the edge. Throwing your head back, you cry out. “Oh fuck! Maaaaaaaaax!”

He fucking loves how you cum around him. Thrusting deep despite how tight you're gripping him, he seeks his own high. "Yes. Yes. You're mine. No - no one can take you from me. I'm yours too. No - no motherfucker is gonna take us from each other. I love you - fuck - love - love - shit." He groans, burying his cock deep and painting your walls with his cum.

You kiss along his jaw, peppering it with tiny kisses as he rides out his high, blood drying on his skin. “I love you.” You promise, smiling at him when he finally relaxes and presses your lips to his again. “Is being a vampire alway this exciting?”

He chuckles, leaning back to look at you. "It is when you're with me baby." He winks, reaching out to cup your cheek. "I'm so happy I came here. I was going to send someone else on my behalf but I'm so happy I came instead. I can't wait to spend forever with you, sweetheart." He knows he's soft but he's a new Max Phillips. Gone are his flirting days...well, kind of. His flirting is now only directed at you. His beautiful soulmate.

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My Heart Has Gone To You | 08

pairing: lee jihoon x f!reader ch notes: return of jealous!jihoon, some angst, fluff between friends, quick mention of sexual acts, y/n and jihoon finally talk w.c.: 2.7k a/n: i made a joke to brie abt having an unhappy ending lol wouldn't that be funny, imagine if i just rewrote the whole ending to make everyone suffer

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It’s Monday when Jihoon gets the invite to Seungcheol’s Christmas party. Nobody in your friend group is dating anyone and Joshua, who lives with Seungcheol, is accustomed to having Christmas be a family event, so Seungcheol has insisted on having a “family game night” so the whole friend group can be together.

Jihoon has been trying to balance his time between working and taking breaks better but he still contemplates going. He’s not sure who in the friend group knows about the whole situation at this point and he’s a little afraid to run into you before he’s ready to.

He was able to talk to Soonyoung and apologize a few days ago so they were on good terms now and he thinks it would be nice to see all of his friends after being distant for so long, but he’s still hesitant.

It’s not until Soonyoung storms his room and demands Jihoon’s presence at the game night that Jihoon decides fully that he’ll attend.

On Christmas everyone piles into Seungcheol’s house around 2pm, each person bearing drinks or food for the group. Right away Jihoon notes your absence. He also notes the way that Minghao and Sana keep glaring at him and whispering to each other while taking glances at him. Nayeon isn’t as obvious as the other two but she also seems to be avoiding Jihoon and sticking close to the other two.

After everyone finished their greetings and getting food the group sits down in the living room to play a game. The general consensus comes to playing Mafia which is always a group favorite between the group. Seungcheol and Nayeon agree to monitor and narrate the game.

The group plays two games of Mafia before moving on to a game of Jenga and a game of Uno. The Uno only gets half way through though when Jeonghan is caught cheating (big surprise) and Seungkwan gets so upset he flips the table with the pile of Uno cards on it.

It’s around 7pm when everyone starts to break into the drinks. Jihoon isn’t a big drinker so he instead just enjoys how stupid his friends act. The group decides to play Cards Against Humanities which only ends in offensive or sexual jokes.

Jihoon isn’t sure who brings it up but someone suggests playing Paranoia. It’s a game that consists of asking the person next to you a question in secret and they answer out loud. A coin is then flipped to determine if the question is revealed outloud or not.

“Don’t ask boring questions guys!” Momo shouts.

“Let’s up the stakes and we can only answer with the name of people in the circle,” Joshua suggests.

They turn it into a drinking game as well. If someone has to reveal the question it can be bypassed as long as the answerer takes a shot. If they don’t want to answer a question at all they can drink, but then the question will be revealed out loud to hear what the player didn’t want to answer.

The game starts and it’s not too scandalous besides the few raunchy questions that are asked. The questions given to Jihoon by Chan are fairly tame and Jihoon thinks it’s because the male maknae finds the older boy a bit intimidating.

Who do you think is the most annoying? Soonyoung.

Who’s your favorite hyung? Seungcheol.

Which friend is the best dancer? Jihoon knows Chan is hoping he’ll say him. He says Momo instead just to get a rise out of Chan and Soonyoung.

What’s your favorite song to perform? Ruby.

“Y/N.” The name makes his head perk up. It’s Mingyu who’s answering the question.

“Hey Y/N doesn’t count, she's not here!” It’s Seungkwan who’s calling the older boy out.

“But she’s in the friend group!” Mingyu fires back.

“Hey where is Y/N-noona anyways?” It’s Seokmin asking this time.

“Probably with that hot ass guy she’s seeing!” It’s Chaeyoung who yells this out.

“Chae!” Sana’s voice is harsh as she scolds the younger girl. Jihoon’s head whips towards Chaeyoung. What guy is Y/N seeing?

“Noona is seeing a guy?!” Jihoon is glad Chan asks instead of him.

“Yeah! I saw some guy dropping Y/N back off at her apartment the other morning. He’s super tall and muscular and sexy and he kissed her cheek after walking her to the door,” Chaeyoung answers.

“Oh the guy she went on that date with.” It’s Nayeon who pipes up this time. “The one who’s a model for her agency.”

Hyunwoo?!

“Oh yeah, that guy! Y/N is with him like all the time now. I wanted to go get coffee with her the other day but she was busy hanging out with him,” Momo tells the group. “She’s probably with him right now.”

“I mean if had a guy who looked like him fucking me everyday I’d ditch my friends too,” Jeongyeon giggles.

“Can we not talk about Y/N’s sex life,” Seungcheol whines, “especially when she’s not here.”

“I second that!” Sana says with a glare at the group which shuts them up.

Soon the conversation is dropped and they’re continuing on with Paranoia but Jihoon can’t get his mind off the newly found information. It’s been about three weeks since you guys got into your fight and you’ve already moved on. With a tall, rich model at that. His heart clenches at the idea and he knows he doesn’t get to be upset about it but it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

Jihoon wants to be angry, but he can’t be angry at anyone but himself. You don’t owe anything to him, you’re your own independent person and you guys weren’t even dating. He’s the one who pushed you away.

Right before his turn comes up Jihoon abruptly stands and announces he has to use the bathroom. He heads to the back of the house and into the bathroom. He’s going to stay in the bathroom for a couple minutes and then slip out the backdoor and head home. He knows it’s a childish move but he really doesn’t want to be around his friends anymore and he'd rather go back to his apartment and mope around.

His plan is ruined though because when he opens the bathroom door Minghao is standing right outside of it. “Going somewhere?”

“Leave me be Hao.”

“No, you don’t get to make your escape and go sulk around at home. This is all your own doing Jihoon, and you know that. You need to face the problems you made. You’re going to go back into that living room and you’re going to enjoy your night with your friends.”

Jihoon glares at the taller boy but he doesn’t waver. Minghao knows that Jihoon knows that the only reason he’s even upset right now is because Minghao is right. Together the two boys walk back into the living room and Jihoon takes his seat again. The game of Paranoia seems to have died out while he was in the bathroom and Seungcheol is now trying to put on a movie that everyone will enjoy as everyone lazes around on the floor and furniture.

The movie has barely been playing for four minutes before Seungcheol’s front door is being pulled open. You stand there with a dusting of snow in your hair and Jihoon’s heart stops. You look the exact same as you did three weeks ago, the last time he saw you, but it feels different.

“Sorry I’m late guys, Hyunwoo had to get gas on the way here.”

You knew that going to Seungcheol’s Christmas get together ran the chance of seeing Jihoon, but you knew that you couldn’t ignore your friends just for that reason. You already had plans with Hyunwoo for the afternoon but afterwards your night would be free and you wanted to see your friends.

After your date you have been spending a lot of time together with Hyunwoo. If you guys have hooked up once or twice more after that night, well that’s nobody’s business besides yours and Hyunwoo’s. You spend most of your time just hanging out with the older man though. You find you like his company and he helps you take your mind off the Jihoon situation.

You’re aware that Christmas is a more romantic event but you and Hyunwoo have agreed to stay friends and have no feelings between each other beside the occasional sexual desires. And you know that's what got you into this mess with Jihoon in the first place, but you’re not looking for another regular hookup like you had with your ex-best friend. Sometimes it’s nice to have someone physically close and Hyunwoo lets you indulge in that.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Hyunwoo asks you before you step out of his car.

“Yes, I can handle it Woo don’t worry. If something happens I’ll call you okay?”

“Okay.” His eyes are soft with concern. You didn’t tell him the whole extent of your problems with Jihoon but he knows enough to have come to dislike Jihoon even without properly meeting him.

When you walk into Seungcheol’s house the room is loud but you seem to catch many of your friends’ attention as they turn to look at you. You lock eyes with Jihoon briefly before pulling your eyes away. He is here tonight.

“Sorry I’m late guys, Hyunwoo had to get gas on the way here.” You know it’s petty to bring up Hyunwoo while Jihoon is here, but it is true and it slips out of your mouth without really meaning it to.

“Y/N!” Soonyoung is on his feet first as he bounds over to you to wrap you up into a big hug. “Merry Christmas!” He plants a loud, wet kiss on your cheek and you giggle and hug him back. The tiger obsessed boy is obviously drunk so you just let him kiss your face until more people come up to you.

“Hey you.” Minghao pokes at your side. “How are you?”

You know he’s talking about the fact Jihoon is here. “I’m okay, but we’ll see where the night goes.” You tell him and he nods. You can tell him and Sana won’t leave your side for very long tonight.

“Y/N are you hungry?” It’s Mingyu asking you.

“Hyunwoo and I ate before I came, but thank you!” You answer before grabbing a drink and settling down on the couch between Minghao and Soonyoung. “So what are we up to?”

“We were going to watch a movie, but now that you’re here we should play a game!” Tzuyu says.

“Let’s go back to playing Paranoia!” Chan, who is definitely a little drunk, suggests.

The general consensus agrees so everyone circles back up to start the game. Jihoon finds himself between Seungcheol and Mina.

The game cycles through a few people before your name is being said by Jeonghan. Both you and Jihoon seem to perk up at this. When the coin is flipped it lands on heads meaning the question had to be revealed.

“So what are you saying about me Hannie?” You smirk over at the older boy.

“That I think you’re the best kisser in this group,” Jeonghan smirks back at you. Jihoon clenches his fist which doesn’t go unnoticed by Seungcheol.

“Dude calm down,” Seungcheol hisses into Jihoon’s ear. “I don’t know what’s going on between you two but it's obvious something is wrong. Just go talk to her.”

Jihoon just ignores the game and pouts more as the game continues. The game comes around to you and Jihoon wants to smack Minghao for the way he holds you while whispering in your ear. He keeps glancing over at Jihoon while he does so Jihoon knows he’s doing it on purpose.

You press your lips together for a moment before giving your answer. “Jihoon.” It’s the first time you even acknowledge he’s in the same room as you tonight and Jihoon feels his breath hitch. The coin is flipped and it lands on tails and Jihoon wants to throw a fit. What did you say about him? What did Minghao ask you?

The game fizzles out pretty quickly after that and everyone then submits to watching a movie. It’s a cheesy Christmas movie filled with romance that Jihoon only half understands because it’s in English and he doesn’t want to bother reading the captions.

By the time the movie is over most of the group have fallen asleep or are on their way to falling asleep. You’re still wide awake though and Jihoon watches as you stand and move down the hall to the empty bedrooms. Jihoon finds himself standing and following you.

You walk into Seungcheol’s bedroom and push the door closed. He knows the bedroom is empty because Seungcheol himself is fast asleep on the floor with both Joshua and Jeonghan using him as a pillow.

Jihoon tiptoes over to the bedroom and through the small crack left in the door he can hear you sniffling. Your breathing is shaky and you slump down onto Seungcheol’s bed, your head in your hands. Jihoon finally realizes how creepy he looks and he’s about to leave when you stand and go to leave the bedroom. You come face to face with Jihoon who looks just as shocked as you do.

“Jihoon?” His name leaves your lips for a second time tonight and Jihoon is frozen by your gaze.

“I-, hi Y/N.”

An unsettling familiar feeling runs through you as you and Jihoon sit awkwardly silent on Seungcheol’s bed. It reminds you of how you guys were right before your fight with Jihoon. After you caught Jihoon peeking in on you crying, he asked if you guys could talk. You agreed but neither of you have said a word since.

“So…you’re seeing Hyunwoo?”

The question takes you by surprise a bit. Of course he would be curious but it’s not exactly what you thought you’d be talking about today.

“No. He’s just…being nice. Keeping me company.” You don’t go into more details and Jihoon accepts that’s all he’s going to get out of you.

“Ah.”

You two sit in silence again. You’re sure that at least five minutes have passed and you’re debating on getting up and leaving. After another two minutes you sigh and start to stand up but Jihoon grabs your hand to stop you.

“I’m sorry.” His voice is meek and you almost don’t hear him. “I’ve been a really bad friend to you.”

You sit down. “Yeah…”

“I know I can’t do anything to get you back but I just thought I’d formally apologize. Everything I said to you was…so incredibly wrong. I’ve been dying without you and I should have treated you better. I should have treated everyone better.” You sit still and quiet as he speaks. “I was in a bad place and I just brushed you off when I should have been listening to you. I should have communicated. I could explain everything that led me to that moment but in the end it doesn’t matter, because it’s not an excuse for my actions. I am truly sorry for how I’ve treated you and I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to apologize for it. You don’t have to forgive me, but I just wanted to tell you how regretful I am of that day, and everyday leading up to it.”

Jihoon still had a hold of your hand and he’s squeezing it tightly in yours. He’s squeezing almost too tightly but you don’t try to move your hand or say anything to him, you just let him keep holding on.

“I went and saw your photography exhibit at the Showcase. Your photos were…phenomenal. I’m sorry I wasn't there for you.”

You’re not sure if Jihoon is talking about not being at the exhibit or not being there for you to take photos of him. You think that he means both.

“Thank you,” you finally find your voice, “for apologizing. I’d still really appreciated some space from you, but that doesn’t mean we have to completely avoid each other. Small steps.”

“Okay. Small steps.”

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trans-girl-nausicaa · 1 year

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tumblr choose your own adventure: VAMPIRE ARK: part 22

STATS:

AGGRESSION: 4

CAUTION: 0

HOMOSEXUALITY: 8

ENDURANCE: 1

SKILL: 4

INVENTORY:

[Wallet] [Cash: $14.50]

[Mobile phone] [Battery: 100%]

[Keys]

[Antique Czech Typewriter] [Ink ribbons: 0]

[Antique Czech Lighter] [Fuel level: 1000%]

[Antique CZ 75 Pistol, 9mm, Automatic] [Ammunition: 50]

[Sharpened Metal Stake]

>Stop at a diner and sit down for a meal.

“We should stop at a diner and sit down for a meal,” you suggest.

“Can do!” says Bunny.

“That’s good with me,” mumbles Louisiana from the backseat.

After the decision is made, there’s a silence in the car as everyone watches for a roadsign that would alert them to food services at the next highway exit.

You see a sign for an all-day breakfast joint.

“Not that one,” you say, and Louisiana concurs. “Uh-uh.”

Two exits later, there’s a sign for a Mexican chain restaurant.

“Yooooo, let’s get some fuckin’ tacooooos,” croaks Louisiana.

Tick tick tick goes the turn signal, and Bunny takes the off-ramp.

The restaurant is nearby the off-ramp, across from a gas station.

After the truck is parked, the three of you just sit there a minute.

You feel uncomfortable, and break the silence.

“Shit, I should have withdrawn cash before leaving. If I use my card way out here, my bank might flag it as a suspicious purchase and I’d have to call-“

“Hey.” says Bunny.

“I’ll cover you. Both of you,” she says, twisting around to look at Louisiana.

“Why? You’ve known me for, like, less than a day,” says Louisiana.

Bunny turns back around and faces forward.

“I guess… as a thank you.”

“Fer what?”

“For trusting me,” she says, and unlocks the car door.

She steps out onto the pavement of the parking lot.

You follow suit.

The pavement is damp. It must have rained earlier. At this low altitude, in this part of the state, at this time of year, you expect rain and fog to roll through on a regular basis.

There’s a fake steel cactus in front of the restaurant. It, too, is wet from the rain.

The three of you walk in to the restaurant accompanied by the jingling of the bell affixed to the door.

You are greeted by a middle-aged server who tells you to feel free to sit anywhere.

You head towards a booth.

You sit down and slide in to accommodate your companions.

The red pleather-coated cushions are pretty comfortable.

You sink in to them a little as you sip ice water from a plastic cup.

It’s kind of cold outside, so you want something warm and hearty.

You order a large bowl of pozole.

Louisiana orders a plate of steak fajitas and requests some hot sauce.

Bunny orders a chicken quesadilla.

As the three of you wait for your food, Louisiana fidgets, until finally she exclaims “What the fuck kind of vampire tries to set people on fire? In the middle of the day? Aren’t they supposed to stalk the night and bite people?”

Bunny tries to tell her to keep it down.

“Dude, there aren’t any vampires in the fuckin’ restaurant.”

She looks around.

“We’re, like, practically the only people here. You don’t have to be paranoid right now.”

Bunny shakes her head, opens her mouth, closes it, then tilts her head and squints.

“That is actually a really good question,” she says.

“Ok, I’m developing a hypothesis…” she closes her eyes and massages her temples for a second.

“This IS out of character for vampires…” she says.

“Unless...? Wait. They can overpower humans and take the opportunity to drink their blood. They weren’t after blood, this was just… straight up attempted murder. They didn’t want to bite someone, they wanted to kill someone. Which implies… they weren’t after a human.”

Bunny looks at you.

“It’s like they have some sort of vendetta against you, and they know you’re not human.”

You think for a moment.

You tell Bunny about your encounter with Dr. Jaroslav Jágr.

“You punched a vampire in the face?!” Bunny exclaims, practically jumping out of her seat, right as the waitress arrives with your food.

“Calm down and eat your quesadilla,” says Louisiana.

Bunny eats one slice of quesadilla then presses you for more details.

“Yeah, there’s not much more to tell. Like I said, he offered to make me a vampire, then he hexed Lou with his eyes, so I punched him in the face and left,” you say.

Bunny lets out a breath. “Fucking… wow.”

“The look an hish fashe wash prichelesh,” says Louisiana, her mouth full.

“Lou,” you say, in a chiding tone of voice.

She rolls her eyes and closes her mouth to chew.

She has doused her plate liberally with hot sauce, and she has some on her chin.

You imagine wiping it off for her.

She swallows.

“Why are you staring at me? Do I have something on my face?” she asks.

“No. I mean yes. I mean, uh, it’s just, right there,” you say, pointing to your own chin to demonstrate.

You look away from her and eat several spoonfuls of hot soup.

“They probably can’t drink your blood any more, because they can only drink human blood. Did you know that? They can’t even drink animal blood,” says Bunny.

“Can you stop talking about blood when I’m trying to eat,” you say. It’s not actually spoiling your appetite, but it’s the principle of the thing.

“Oh, but I’m giving you knowledge. You need this knowledge. Blood knowledge,” says Bunny.

You shake your head. “Finish your food first,” you say.

Bunny shrugs and methodically digs in to her meal. She ignores the provided salsa and sour cream.

“Blood knowledge,” says Louisiana, waggling her fingers at you.

You smirk, stifling a laugh.

You’re glad Lou hasn’t lost her sense of humor.

Yet.

Your heart sinks.

‘She wouldn’t be in danger if it weren’t for me,’ you think to yourself.

You try not to think anything more depressing than that as you finish your soup.

“Huh? Did you say something?” says Louisiana.

“No?” you say.

“I’m pretty sure you did,” says Bunny.

“No I didn’t,” you say.

“You know, sometimes I have NO idea what you’re thinking,” says Louisiana. You hear a dangerous edge to her voice.

There’s a chilly silence.

“I’m… going to the restroom,” says Bunny.

Louisiana gets up from the booth to let Bunny scoot out. But Louisiana keeps her eyes on you.

“If you have something to say, say it,” she says, spreading her arms.

She sits back down.

Your lips are pursed.

“You could’ve-“

You can’t bring yourself to say the whole sentence.

You start again.

“Back at our place-“

And you cut yourself off again.

“I’m fine,” she says, coldly.

“But!-“

She crosses her arms.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

“You wouldn’t be in danger if it wasn’t for me,” you say.

“What the fuck, dude,” she says. “You know what? That’s so dumb.”

“Don’t call me… dumb? What?” you say.

“FIRST OF ALL. You were bitten. Like, attacked. That wasn’t your fucking fault, you were a victim.

SECOND OF ALL. In that hospital room? I was about to fucking deck that guy myself. So that coulda been me if you didn’t do it.

THIRD OF ALL. Do you think I would EVER make any choice other than to stick by you?! Yeah! You’re in danger! I’m in danger too! But even if it wasn’t fucking vampires I’d still stick with you!”

“But-“ you try, but she cuts you off. Both of you are tearing up a little at this point.

“I know. I KNOW. That if this situation was reversed, you would be by my side too. You’d be endangering yourself too. Right?!”

“Yes, of course!” you say.

“Yeah, idiot! Because we’re BEST FRIENDS. No matter what. Fuckin’… ride or die! That’s just how it is so don’t be fucking… REGRETFUL about that!”

Bunny comes back to the table.

“Okay, no, I tried to wait it out but you guys, we need to leave, we can’t do this here,” she says nervously.

You and Louisiana get up from the table, glaring at each other.

Bunny throws some bills down on the table and escorts the two of you out of the restaurant.

In the parking lot, Louisiana is fully crying.

Bunny looks from one of you to the other and walks to the truck and gets in.

“Couldn’t you have given me some time to PROCESS that I almost DIED before you… you say things like that?!” she says.

“I mean, YOU almost died when you were bitten! I am NOT ‘over’ that either!”

“I lived, I’m fine, I-“ you say.

She cuts you off.

“You have NO IDEA how I felt when I walked in to the hospital room and saw you unconscious with a huge scary wound on your neck-“ -you put your hand over it- “and with all these bloodstains and I KNOW that the doctor said you would be okay, but it LOOKED fucking terrifying! And I felt so powerless! So that- That- That image is fucking BURNED into my mind, dude! And yes, yep, after that, you fucking saved my life twice. You saved my fucking life from that vampire doctor and you saved my fucking life from the fire. And I haven’t even FUCKING processed that. But it’s, like, it, in those situations? You SAVED ME. There was something that could be DONE. But when I first saw you in that hospital bed I felt so fucking powerless. You have no idea,” she says.

“I barely- I wasn’t even trying- I didn’t mean to say anything to upset you,” you say.

Louisiana is sobbing. “When someone says- when someone says- when someone says that ‘You wouldn’t be in danger if it wasn’t for me’ I KNOW what comes after that. What comes after that is ‘Maybe I should leave you behind so you won’t be in danger by being with me’ and I couldn’t stand it if you thought that…”

“I never said that. I would never do that,” you say. “I would never think that.”

She is still crying.

“B-but lately… I f-feel like you’re holding th-things b-back from me… We’re subbosed to tell eachothr evrything, right? Y-you’re the m-most imp-portant person in the w-world to me,” she sobs.

It starts to rain.

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naffeclipse · 2 years

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Okay, I know I just sent a drabble, but I wanted to get this final piece done before the series ends, so I hope you don’t mind the back-to-back drabbles ♥️

Here’s my take on the alternate Trouble fic wherein the favorite trio finds help in a rather unfortunate place.

***

You haven’t opened your eyes for the past 73 minutes.

Like a stalwart guardian, Moon has remained vigilant over your bleeding body for most of the night. It had tortured him to abandon your side even just to step into the next room. Your earlier adamant refusal to go to a hospital had been so ridiculously stubborn and foolish. So reckless… but he had recognized the true fear in your voice when you’d demanded to remain in their apartment under their useless care. Despite your injuries worsening by the hour, you’d stood firm on your decision—though you certainly wouldn’t be able to actually stand anytime soon.

From there, your tender grasp on consciousness had teetered between obstinate and nonexistent until you’d at last slipped and fallen from its clutches. Moon would prefer you were resting if he knew you weren’t on the brink of death. Your punchy verbiage or flippant claims of stellar health have been traded for stone cold silence.

They know you don’t have much time left.

Sun surprisingly had put up no fight to Moon’s suggestion. It was neither good nor wanted nor even an idea that would have been on their radar any other day. What is it that humans say? Desperate times?

Calling upon their extremely distant brother would undoubtedly fall under that category.

And now Moon stands before the telephone with his hands planted against the desk. In between them rests the worn card from the inner pocket of his jacket.

How many years has it been since Eclipse gave him this? How long since he pressed it into his palm with the sharp demand that it only ever be used when Moon was ready to see things his way again, like he once had?

Moon is wise enough to know he shouldn’t ever tell him that Eclipse has always been on his own… at least in this. There will be no turning back if he goes down this path. Even entertaining this thought has waves of dread rippling through him. His optics flash as he thinks of your crumpled form. You don’t have time to wait on his hang-ups.

He picks up the phone, begins to dial, and silently implores the number to still be in use. It’s been so long since it was given to him.

There’s an answering crackle through the phone as the call connects, and then an impatient, “Yes?”

A gruff voice, too human. Not Eclipse. But maybe someone who works for him. Moon’s fingers strain against the wood of the desk as he struggles to keep calm.

“Let me speak to Eclipse,” he answers roughly through the mouthpiece.

The voice on the other end goes silent. Moon glares daggers into the wall even though he doesn’t fully process it’s there. He feels like he’s overheating.

There’s a subtle click, and he has a frantic, fearful moment that he’s been hung up on, that maybe this isn’t Eclipse’s personal number anymore, or that maybe, just maybe, Eclipse wants nothing to do with him at all. Prior to tonight, the feeling was mutual. All that exists now is a thin thread of hope that the bridge between them has not completely burnt down.

It’s so quiet on the other end. The feeling of eyes on him makes Moon glance up. Sun stares back from where he remains perched on the bathroom floor next to the tub. His expression is somber and darkens further when Moon shakes his head.

Another minute flutters by, and Moon sags as heavy exhaustion scrapes across his processor. His hand squeezes the telephone, while he debates whether to give up on this possibility.

Muffled sounds on the other end snap him to full alertness. He straightens up, nearly compressing the phone against the side of his faceplate.

Then—

“Hello, little brother.”

His optics widen.

Roughly ten minutes later, Moon stands corrected on his earlier assumption. Your choice to avoid darkening the doorstep of any hospital was indeed foolish, but it’s nothing compared to the utter stupidity of this next course of action.

Their conversation has been going around in circles for what feels like hours.

”Bring them to me,” Eclipse repeats with a warning note of finality in his steely tone.

“Out of the question,” Moon snaps as soon as the words are out of the other’s mouth. But Eclipse isn’t done yet, and his long-suffering sigh grates against Moon’s auditory processing.

“You clearly have an obvious decision before you. I will offer my services and more if you bring them here where I can treat them. But you will not take advantage of this great kindness I am extending you by merely snatching my medicinal resources and scurrying away like some bilge rat. So bring. Them. To. Me. That is my offer.”

Moon doesn’t throw the phone against the wall, but oh, does he want to. He should have known Eclipse wouldn’t let such an opportunity like this pass him by.

Absolutely nothing has changed. Bitterness is a terrible, familiar friend.

“No. I already told you this isn’t up for debate.”

“Moonie…” Eclipse singsongs, his increasing aggravation deadly in a single note. Moon knows this window of opportunity is on a fast track to slamming shut if he doesn’t play by Eclipse’s rules. Not like the other animatronic makes it easy to accept his terms. To keep his sanity, Moon envisions the fantasy that’s been on his mind ever since he became a detective: locking Eclipse up and shutting down his gang so that no other innocent lives are lost. He’ll have his victory one day regardless if he decides to play nice with his brother tonight.

“It can be just like old times,” Eclipse is saying, dragging Moon from his thoughts. “You, Sunny, and me—your dear, darling Clip. Don’t you miss that?”

Moon shakes his head, even though his brother won’t see it. What a joke.

“You are not that person anymore,” he hisses, seething with venom. “Don’t act like you can just waltz back into our lives like nothing has happened in the years since you left.”

A furious growl of static snaps through the phone. Good. At least Moon knows he can still get under the other’s metal.

“I did not leave us. You and Sunny did. I took care of you, and you left me. You left the future I created for us. Don’t be so quick to rewrite the past, Moonie.”

They don’t have time for this. As much as he wants to devolve into a screaming match with the other animatronic, that won’t save you.

You, who have been waiting broken in a bathtub for him to fix this mess. Regardless of his history with Eclipse, this is selfish. Prolonging your agony is selfish.

His brother on the phone is quietly fuming, but the one in the bathroom releases a shocked, high-pitched gasp. Moon immediately looks to him, and Sun meets his eyes with fright stark across his faceplate that says all too much about your deteriorating condition. Not good.

He needs to make a decision.

“Eclipse,” he tries, just one last time. He drops the anger, the pride, the mountain of irredeemable hurt. His words turn pleading as he begs the one person who’s hurt him the most. “…They’re dying. They won’t make it through the night.”

Stillness on the other end of the line.

Moon closes his eyes.

He knows he doesn’t imagine the faltering in Eclipse’s synthetic breath. A profound anxiousness settles in Moon’s wires and travels to his celestial wire. When the other replies, his voice brooks no room for further denial.

“Then you already know what to do. I’ve sent a car your way to pick up the three of you. Make the right choice, Moon.”

The “unlike last time” is loud between them even when unspoken.

With a final click, the line goes dead. Moon limply holds the phone for a moment longer as he tries to think through the tangled mess he’s gotten them in. When he sets it back in its cradle, he doesn’t have the courage to face Sun. He can’t even force himself to rush back to your side to offer nonexistent aid. They don’t have the tools to help you. Eclipse does. They can’t fix your injuries beyond the rudimentary measures they’ve taken. Eclipse can.

Right now, there’s a car inbound that’s ready to take you to life-saving safety, and all Moon wants to do is grab you and Sun and run for cover.

Selfish. So selfish. Either they give you to Eclipse or they let you wither away. The hospital isn’t even a question anymore. You’d shun them for it without hesitation, and Moon just can’t stand the thought of another person he cares for turning their back on him. He can’t do it.

This will come back to haunt him. He already knows it. Finally pushing himself to look at his brother, Moon wearily observes Sun shaking his head desperately.

“Moon… we can’t. We can’t do this to them.”

“I know,” Moon says.

But he dons his hat that he’d thrown violently during his call with Eclipse and pushes the brim low over his optics. Sun’s fixed grin is heartbrokenly pained, devastation riddled in his posture as he turns back to you and your slow breaths.

They know they can’t take you to Eclipse. But what they know won’t stop them from following in line with him anyways. Obedient to a fault.

All too soon, the ferryman arrives to take you to the underworld. It’s an ordeal easing you down to the car without aggravating your wounds further. Moon and Sun don’t leave their guns behind, but they also don’t draw them either. With you in his arms, it’d be a little more difficult to do so anyway.

The ride to Eclipse’s residence is silent. A grunt keeps his own gun trained on them from the passenger seat for the duration, and Moon aches to shoot first and shield your body from the weapon threatening you and your precarious life. Sun’s hand on his knee stabilizes him, but only just.

He supposes he should worry about the lack of blindfolds but then dismisses the notion altogether. Whatever Eclipse has planned, he apparently holds no concern for giving away the location of one of his safe houses.

When they arrive at their destination an eternity later, you are cold and lifeless in his arms, and you moan weakly in your sleep when you are accidentally jostled. He whispers an apology against your hair, and Sun squeezes one of your clammy hands. These are the bleakest hours of the morning, unquestionably, and the yawning darkness surrounding him as he steps out of the car presses down on him like a weight. There is no sign in the sky of the celestial body he was named after. A vapid night blotting out the light like tar, stealing air he does not need to survive, but it surely clamps down around you.

But you aren’t alone. You are secure in his arms, and with Sun joining him in the gated driveway of an expansive house, he feels a bit more sure that they will make this work for them. You are not alright now, but you will be.

He shouldn’t find a glimmer of hope in the situation at all, but as he cradles your broken body close to his chassis, he stares headlong at his estranged brother who waits ahead, haloed by a row of gang members aiming their guns at the new arrivals. A team of humans dressed in hospital garb and all presumably on Eclipse’s payroll scurry past the mob boss with a stretcher, unflinching despite stepping right into the potential line of fire.

Moon doesn’t look away from the guttered, black optics staring at you, the pinprick pupils almost completely gone. It shouldn’t give him hope, but he recognizes that same haggard expression from the stormy day that Eclipse saved him and Sun. The terror and concern for someone else, someone close. And as he’s directed to gently lay you down on the stretcher to be wheeled away and healed, he thinks, just for a moment…

Maybe there’s still some trace of his brother left.

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Had to wrack my brain because I’ve done a Sun, Y/N, and Eclipse POV, and I really wanted to do one in Moon’s to round out these drabbles. And since the ending of Sleuth Jesters is just around the corner, it seemed right to wrap these up. I saw that you want to take a break from the series once it’s completed, so I wanted to respect that and not send anything else in during your break. But! If you’re still okay with receiving one every so often, I might return to writing ficlets inspired by this series one day (*˙˘˙)��

I’ve also been wanting to do a short little something inspired by your mer!Eclipse/reader fic as well, if that’s alright with you! Realistically, if any future drabbles do come out, I will be making an account just so I’m not always raiding your inbox haha. Have to get over being shy sometime!!

Thanks for reading, thanks for letting me share these small drabbles, and good luck with the final Sleuth Jesters installment <3

Oh gosh, just how much it agonizes Moon to even move away from Y/N just to make the call, and Sun's non-resistance to what would be an unthinkable idea builds up to the moment of the phone call, and breaks my heart!

The tension while waiting for the phone to get to Eclipse is making me lose my mind!! I was on the edge of my seat while reading!

The entire exchange between Moon and Eclipse has me in a chokehold. There are so many emotions dug back up from the years and this line especially hits me right in the face: "Absolutely nothing has changed. Bitterness is a terrible, familiar friend." Just *mwah* kissing these set of words right here.

Ah, the ferryman arrives indeed! I love Moon's inner dialogue here, because yeah, he'd rather fix this with his own two hands but he can't. He has to do the very thing he can't fathom but he has to in order to save Y/N.

I love the emotions overriding both detectives at the end, and poor Y/N barely clinging to life as it is. The little hint of Eclipse is so delicious. I'm devouring your entire writing whole ♥

As for taking a break and more snippets in the future, you can send them whenever you please! I just will be giving myself a breather from writing Sleuth Jesters but I'm totally fine if you wish to continue! I would love to read whatever you have in mind for a mer!Eclipse/reader fic as well!! Be sure and let me know when you make an account so I can follow you :D

Thank you, as well!! You're so talented and kind ♥

#gosh y'all read this #you'll enjoy it #other's writing

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unwilling-souls-if · 2 years

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answered scenarios + ROs asks [not updated, will do... someday]

ALL ROS

the ROs most treasured possesion

3 random facts about the ROs

ROs age + which dog breed would they be

the ROs love language (giving and receiving)

MC who adoringly wrapped their wings around the ROs for cuddles, hugs or protection

the ROs resistance to puppy eyes from MC

ROs reactions to a shy MC whose wings puff when they’re flustered

Who would preen MC's wings

ROs reaction to MC gently kissing the place between wings/shoulder blades

ROs clothing style

ROs reaction to a MC who lost their wings due to torture or a monster (CW: blood, limb loss)

ROs reaction to MC wearing their clothes

when talking about Ratatouille, who refers to the rat as Ratatouille, who calls him Remy, and who says ‘the rat’

MC lost their wings to save the ROs

ROs (+ MC) as Tarot cards

romantic fly or cuddles on the clouds with the ROs

Tipsy MC confesses their love to ROs and nuzzles against them with their wings puffed up

what if those "hickeys" were from mosquito bites

MC makes the ROs bend down and give them a surprise peck on the lips

ROs reaction to seeing a hickey on the MCs neck (crushing stage)

ROs comfort breakfast, hot VS cold drinks and fave drink

what do they see as red flags

5 things they like about themselves

rational or intuitive

if a child cries in public

their ideal type

+do they think they had a good childhood?

Do they believe in ghosts? + magic or witchcraft

Are you overly cautious, or overly reckless, or neither?

ROs reaction to MC saying they are worried they’re smothering them

ROs were deities, what deities would they be

How would ROs react to a painfully oblivious MC

ROs thoughts on clowns and storms

What kind of ex partner would the ROs be

reaction to children yelling “mcdonalds!”

How would ROs react to MC who is scared of storms

+What their reactions to MC saying they had a nightmare where the RO abandoned them

stabbing meme

“i'd die for you” meme

MC nibbling flirtingly on the feather of ROs wing/their own wing, while batting eyelashes innocently

ROs reactions be to walking in on MC who clearly has been crying earlier

ROs reactions to MC telling them that they don’t believe they [the MC] could ever be loved (and MC thinks the RO can do better than them)

ROs first thought when they realize they're falling for MC

if MC was a regular human and the ROs angels or devils on their shoulders, what would they be

What are the ROs favorite colors and what color would represent them

the ROs accidentally pinning MC down

ROs true love kiss couldn’t wake up MC

ROs instagram profiles+facts

the ROs around people they don't like

the ROs finding an engagement ring in MC's drawer

would the ROs have a baby with MC

Who would get a matching tatoo with MC

the ROs deal-breaker

their favorite mythical creature

What are they the most proud of + what do they enjoy that others don't

their short-term and long-term goal + their favorite author

current favorite song + comfort drink

who's the most likely to have a petty revenge and who would help them

some incorrect quotes

MC cupping their face and saying “you. you are the one I love.”

reactions to a MC that visibly lights up when they see the ROs

ROs reaction to someone (Crescent) pointing out that MC and the ROs get along sooo well (wink wink nudge nudge)

ROs with a MC that stress-clean

ROs turning red when they think of MC or MC is too close

↬ spicy/NSFW asks

when the ROs touch you between kisses and you moan into their mouths (spicy)

MC giving bedroom eyes at ROs in a meeting/party (suggestive)

ROs kinks (NSFW)

ROs reaction to hearing MC call their name while jerking off to them privately (NSFW)

ROs top/bottom/switch & dom/sub/vers preferences (NSFW)

↬ Sleeping Beauty curse saga

MC, after being awaken by another person, go straight to the ROs and reaffirm their love despite Fate

the true love kiss ends up being MC’s pet cat’s

the ROs kiss actually woke up a cursed MC

ONLY XANDER

something he’s always wanted to do but never did

if MC knitted something for Xander

funny Xander facts

MC has to go back to H.E.L.L. (not really a scenario)

Xander reaction to catching MC and Charlotte cuddling

Charlotte catching MC and Xander cuddling

Would Xander put on his nipples piercings for MC

Xander being Sad ™ and MC aggressively smooching him

character profile: xander

ONLY CHARLOTTE

Opinion on love letters + do they miss their s/o easily + what gets their heart racing

Xander reaction to catching MC and Charlotte cuddling

Charlotte catching MC and Xander cuddling

character profile: charlotte

ONLY DIONE

Feeling like something is missing, but not knowing what, when you're not with each other

Opinion on love letters + do they miss their s/o easily + what gets their heart racing

favorite way to self-care

character profile: Dione

ONLY PERCEVAL

Character profile: Perceval

ONLY CRESCENT

Crescent catching you undressing and checking you out

catching each other with someone else and being jealous

favorite way to self-care

character profile: Crescent

MC, MR RUBBER & LORE

having a baby (possibility, nephilim)

Mr Rubber facts

lore about ROs and MC’s mortality

TAGS to search: ro:xander | ro:charlotte | ro:dione | ro:perceval | ro:crescent

#navigation #ro:dione #ro:xander #ro:perceval #ro:crescent #ro:charlotte #answered scenarios #answered asks

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draconicsparkle · 1 year

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A suggestion from sweet hearts cakery! A very cute idea for sure!

A staple of many fics with vast size differences. Wondering how it would be if they were similar heights. Both angsty and cute at the same time. Though I’d say this is more on the cute side.

Hey you!!! Yes, you!!! I need your ideas! Please share them with me!

While the twins were preparing and consuming a wonderful smelling dinner at the human’s home, Nagito found himself lying out in the grassy open area and staring up at the sky. He had turned himself so that he was laying on his back, gold belly scales facing up and his head resting against the soft dirt. He never tired of watching the stars, a gorgeous painting of light on a dark canvas.

He loved it when the moon was full and no clouds were present. Such a pretty sight with all the stars. He heard from Sonia that other places closer to human cities didn’t have as good of a view. Something about artificial light. But he didn’t care to analyze the reason for it. He just considered himself immensely lucky to be blessed with his forest and its natural treasures.

The only thing that was unfortunate was that he was alone to see this. Sonia and Gundham were at the eccentric human’s residence in the woods and the twins were occupied in the brunette’s home. And while he understood that humans fed themselves much differently than his kind, he couldn’t help the loneliness. His life partner was in a place he couldn’t reach. And a thought popped into his mind, one that was not new. What would life be like if he was smaller? If they were of similar sizes? Would their relationship be different?

He shut his green eyes, taking a deep breath and releasing it. The calm and stillness were encouraging his body to doze off. And he saw no reason to refuse the call. So he slowly drifted away, his last waking thoughts entirely on his human.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Nagito. It’s time to get up.”

The naga groaned and buried his face in his arms, wanting to continue his rest.

“Come now, don’t be so stubborn. It’s late morning. You can’t sleep the day away.”

The voice above him kept insisting. But not yet! He was still very sleepy.

“I see. Guess I have no choice but to do this.”

Nagito jolted as he felt someone card their hands through his hair. Nails gently scratched at his scalp, making him let out happy noises in response. “Feels… nice…” he sleepily whispered, tilting his head for a better angle.

“Glad you think so. Maybe you can have more of you get up and come with me.”

It was tempting, so very tempting. He guessed it wouldn’t hurt to do as the voice said if he got more head scratches. So he slowly blinked his eyes open, adjusting to the light. Though once the haziness cleared, he shot up suddenly. “Hajime? Wait, why are you…?”

The brunette tilted his head eyebrow raised. “Why am I what?” he asked, at eye level with the naga.

Nagito wasn’t able to reply for a few moments. Hajime… was the same size as a naga? Or was he now more human-sized? He still was in his normal body, as he felt and saw his emerald tail. But somehow, there was no massive size difference. Magic? A different universe? Or something else?

Whatever the reason, he did not care. This was an opportunity that he would not waste. “Nothing. Pay no mind to my earlier question. Can you please lead the way? I’m still sleepy and need a handsome, reliable guide to help me.”

Hajime rolled his eyes with a blush. “If you really want me to, I can’t say no. Come on, let’s go,” he said as he held a hand out. Nagito stared at the hand, slowly slotting his own on top of it. So similar in size now. His were only slightly longer, but he was able to grab hold without fear. He squeezed the hand, smiling when he felt a squeeze back. Hajime laughed a bit. “You’re acting like you haven’t held my hand before. Do you like doing it that much?”

Nagito squeezed again, meeting the hazel eyes. “I would never tire of holding your hand. All the touches we share are special.”

“I think so, too.” Hajime tugged on his hand, silently requesting for the naga to follow him. To which Nagito was more than happy to do so. They traveled through the house they were in, though Nagito didn’t recognize any of the decorations or furniture. It was as if they were in a totally different house. But he didn’t pay it much mind, as he was enjoying this so much.

They finally reached a large open room, with a few chairs and a tv on the wall. “Here. We can relax in this room together.”

Nagito smirked as he moved in closer. “Hajime. Did you wake me up only to relocate me to this room? Did you perhaps miss my company?”

Hajime rolled his eyes, though his cheeks were still tinted red. “And what if I did? Are you complaining?”

The white hair bounced as Nagito shook his head. “Not at all. It’s perfect.” Then he finally went for it, something he had wanted to do for so very long. He wound his arms around the human’s body, hugging him tight. “It’s just as wonderful as I imagined. I’ll never forget this feeling,” he whispered to himself, closing his eyes and nuzzling into Hajime’s neck.

He felt the human’s strong arms wind around his back, one on his upper back and the other tracing the area where skin met scales. “Clingy, aren’t you? But I can’t blame you. I’m crazy about you, too.”

Nagito sighed blissfully, lowering both himself and his beloved onto the floor. He laid him down on his coils, making sure he was comfortable as he did. “This okay?” he still asked.

Hajime began petting his locks again. “Couldn’t wait til we got to the couch? I’m fine with that.”

Nagito leaned into the scritches, whining happily. “So good. I love whenever you do this. No matter what size.”

“Size?” Hajime questioned, though his hands didn’t stop their movements in his hair.

Nagito opened his eyes slightly. “I know this isn’t my reality. I’m dreaming. And it’s a truly wonderful dream. When I wake up, you will be different. But only in size. You are just as sweet and caring as my Hajime. Truly, I am the luckiest naga in the world.”

Dream Hajime hummed. “Glad to hear that you think so highly of me. But now that you know this is a dream, do you want to awaken?”

Nagito shook his head, clinging tight. “Not yet. Let me indulge in this feeling for a little longer.”

“As you wish.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Nagito didn’t keep track of how much time passed in the dream world. All he really remembered was being softly pulled away from the embrace by a warm light. It had been so comforting, so he didn’t fight it. The next thing he knew, he was opening his eyes in the real world. And he was delighted when he felt and saw his Hajime petting his hair. Though he did have to strain his arms a bit to reach.

His beloved did notice his consciousness, lowering his arms and resting them on his cheek. “Hey, I didn’t mean to wake you. We didn’t mean to take so long. You can go back to sleep. I just wanted to come check on you.”

He was so small compared to the naga. Not even taller than his shortest finger. But somehow, in this small body, there was so much kindness. So much care. It made his heart beat like crazy.

Carefully, Nagito used his hand to hug the human to his cheek. He wanted to say one thing before falling back asleep. “No matter what bodies the universe places us in, be it big or small, same or different species, I know one thing for certain. You are the one I love the most. Please don’t forget that.” He let his hand fall away and he closed his eyes, drifting off into a dreamless sleep. He looked forward to the next morning, when he could see his beloved again.

Masterpost

#danganronpa #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #komahina #fanfic #au #drabble #g/t #gtronpa #naga

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inspotlight · 1 year

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@melodyplucked: sender kisses receiver at a party. — wrong number au

❝ oh, boy... ❞ nini says, watching as the bottle spins and spins in a circle in the middle of the group of people in big red's basement. how they'd started playing spin the bottle, she wasn't really sure. someone had suggested they play a game and truth or dare had been shot down on account of it was, apparently, childish. if that were childish, what was spin the bottle? regardless, they'd formed a ring and sat down, and were now in the middle of this game.

she watches as the bottle slows down and then stops, and she takes a deep breath, looking across the little circle at ricky bowen. her best friend since they were little. the boy who'd come back into her life in the most unlikely of ways. ricky, who's girlfriend was sitting to his left.

❝ ahh... guys, i don't think ej is going to like this very much... ❞ she says, brows knitting together as butterflies start to take flight in her stomach. ❝ we could play cards against humanity, i think i have a set in my book bag. ❞ a chorus of 'no''s echo around the room and she rolls her eyes, but she stands up, watching as ricky does as well. she was studiously ignoring lily as she took a few steps closer and looked up at ricky.

she'd be lying if she said she didn't want to kiss him. the thought has been there since they'd reconnected. she reaches down and pulls up the slipping thigh-high sock that was trying to fall down her leg. she teetered in her oxford heels and reached forward, steadying herself by grabbing his arm. she probably looked just as nervous as she felt. someone called out that she needed to put a little effort in it and she shook her head. they'd all been complaining that it didnt seem like anyone was invested enough in this.

she takes a breath and looks up at ricky, her hand still on his arm, as she tilts her chin upward and presses her lips to his.

it feels like coming home when their lips meet. her eyes slip closed and she's not even thinking about it as her lips part and she swipes her tongue across his lower lip, his lips opening up for her, too, and then they're kissing even deeper, in a room full of their friends. cheers erupt around them as they kiss, but she doesn't even notice it. she tightens her grip on his arm and pulls herself a little closer, sucking on his tongue for a moment before she abruptly pulls away and takes a step back. ❝ are you all happy? ❞ she asks, doing a dramatic little bow as she rolls her eyes again, and then looks at ricky with a small, apologetic look on her face and a shrug of her shoulders.

deep down, though, all she'd wanted was to continue kissing him.

#━━ ♡ from the inbox [ answered ]#━━ ♡ the best wrong number [ v10 ]#━━ ♡ contact list [ ricky bowen ]#melodyplucked

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iviarellereads · 7 months

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Rogue Protocol, Chapter 5

(Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For the link index and a primer on The Murderbot Diaries, read this one!)

In which this day just gets better and better.

Sounding professionally competent and not at all like someone who had just let a client get abducted, Wilken said, “My scan’s not showing anything, but my range is limited. As long as Hirune’s feed is still up, we can track her with it.” Really, you think? Miki had already set that up and informed Abene. I hadn’t done anything yet but try not to panic.(1)

Murderbot taps Miki in the feed, but doesn't know what to say. Miki saves it, by saying MB saved Don Abene. MB asks if Miki knew it was a SecUnit. Miki doesn't have any context for what a SecUnit is, except today, and asks if MB wants to be called something else. It suggests Miki call it SecUnit.

MB takes a momentary aside to whine that it's signed up for another job and it won't even get a currency card for its trouble this time. Still, it might turn out okay, if it can justify needing a ride back on the shuttle to the humans, then run off. And, if GrayCris is behind the attack, having video evidence might add to Mensah's case against them.

Abene tries to get her helmet back on, but MB broke the seal tab removing it, so she leaves it on the ground and asks Wilken if she knows what attacked them, and if it could be a bot of some kind. MB thinks this likely, as the spidery hand looked like something you might find in a device to get samples. Wilken, however, believes there are raiders in the facility.

Abene asks Miki in the feed if it's sure it trusts Rin. Miki says it does, and didn't Rin save Abene while Wilken and Gerth didn't try to help at all?(2) Abene says there was no time to do much, clearly distracted by her thoughts.

MB doesn't want Abene thinking too hard about mysterious SecUnits, so it taps Abene's feed and says she can talk to it directly, it's in constant contact with Rin, and Abene is its primary client, not the security team. Abene asks if MB knows what took Hirune, and MB agrees with her assessment: a retrieval device of some sort, and the desire to take a team member doesn't track with raiders. It seems likely they wanted to lure the team in further to kill them, and use the shuttle to escape themselves.

Don Abene takes a moment to process this, and asks if there's a way to counter the plan? MB says she's already countered it, she has a SecUnit. Abene asks if MB knew there were hostiles, and MB says no, not until Miki alerted it.

Then, Abene gets to the real business, and asks what MB was doing that Miki had to alert it? MB flails for an answer, and tells most of the truth: it was in the geopod, looking for evidence of GrayCris violating the Strange Synthetics Accord. Abene says it's finally beginning to make sense, and asks if MB can save Hirune. MB says yes, and adds to itself that it's "pretty sure." Abene finally agrees to work together.

Telling the truth was sort of working out for me.

Wilken tries to make small talk, asking if Abene's ever worked with a SecUnit before. Abene says impatiently that they're illegal in her home systems.(3) Wilken warns that a SecUnit is a "killing machine", not something friendly like Miki. Abene looks at MB, and in the private feed channel, says to tell her if it needs "information or instruction" from her. MB, for its part, is still enchanted at the novelty of a human asking it anything, and says it's under orders to assist her, and it can handle the rest.

As they continue, Abene asks why GI didn't tell her they'd hired a SecUnit. MB tells her about GrayCris having been accused of killing DeltFall and attacking PresAux, and there's reason to believe GrayCris might have used this facility to break the law, and might want to prevent a reclamation effort.

As they continue, MB notices there's a lot of interference in its scans. It asks Miki to compare notes, and Miki says it sounds a lot like the static of the weather, but it's coming from somewhere else. Miki thinks that's strange. MB says it's strategic, but doesn't have the equipment to do a proper analysis.(4)

As Miki is telling Abene about the interference, MB catches a whisper of movement, just in time to warn Miki and get Abene out of the way, to a side corridor in the direction they're headed. As MB grumbles about having to go back and rescue Wilken, Miki sends an image, and says it's a combat bot. MB got a decent look at it in the initial leap, so it's annoyed at Miki for being so slow, and tells it to stay with Abene.

MB heads back into the fray, mildly terrified. Combat bots are better than it at their named purpose. Still, in another action sequence I'm not summarizing too closely, manages to blow up the combat bot and get Wilken to Abene and Miki. Abene asks if the combat bot belonged to the same people who took Hirune, and Wilken says it must, but is still on her raiders theory. They communicate back to the shuttle, with Don Abene's orders to not follow them under any circumstances.

As they walk, MB gets a query, and almost screams. Miki asks what it is, and MB tells it not to respond, it's at least one combat bot trying to get their position. The combat bot taunts MB, until MB cuts the feed connection to it. Miki sends a distressed emoji, and MB reassures it.

Continuing on, MB comes to the conclusion that the combat bots will be repositioning for a second trap. It would give a lot to know how many were brought to the station in the first place. It tells Abene it needs to scout, and wants to take Wilken. Abene agrees, and makes to shelter in place with Miki.

As it and Wilken make their way, MB asks Miki in the feed if it's checked the ship recently. Miki sounds almost annoyed delivering a status report, but MB says it was just checking. Miki sends a smiley emoji and says "It's good to check on our friends."

MB and Wilken come to a shadowed corner and see the movement of combat bots further down. Wilken only sees one, but MB guesses there's another, based on energy signatures.

Then Wilken said, “There’s the target.” By “target” she meant her client Hirune, lying on the floor next to the foot of the staircase. (You should never refer to the clients as targets; you don’t want to get confused at the wrong moment.) (That’s a joke.) She lay curled on her side, facing away from us, and I couldn’t tell if she was alive. There was something else that worried me. “Why did they choose the engineering pod?”

The atmospheric controls pod was closer, and more easily defended, with only one entrance. The engineering pod has two. Wilken says you can never tell what a bot is thinking, pointedly glancing at MB. When she gets no response, she says she has a plan. MB has its own.

They go back to Abene and Miki. Wilken's plan is to have MB go in to distract the combat bots while the humans and Miki get Hirune. Abene and Miki are both startled. Miki says it's not a good plan, and Abene says it's against GI operational standards. MB wonders if Abene thinks of it as Rin's pet, like Miki is Abene's.

Aloud, MB says this is what it does. In the private feed, it tells Abene it has another plan, safer for Hirune. Abene wonders why it won't tell Wilken its plan, and MB thinks how it doesn't want to have to ignore orders,(5) but only tells Abene she can monitor it on the feed connection.

To Wilken, MB says it should go now, and asks for her weapon. Wilken is startled, and MB says it will need a projectile weapon if it's going in first. It's a lie, to see what Wilken will do. Wilken says she'll follow, to give cover, and tells Abene to stay in place again.

As they return to the engineering pod, Wilken asks if there's word from Rin. MB says no, because the station feed is inaccessible here, but says it might be able to raise her on comms, since it thinks it can fake that with a bit of time. Wilken ignores this. MB figures her plan is to send it in, seal the hatch, and say she tried, and get Abene back to the shuttle without Hirune.

MB isn't happy about going in alone, and without armour to boot. Once it's out of Wilken's sight down the tube, it taps Abene and Miki in the feed, sending the visuals from its eyes, as it looks for a drone. It broadcasts like a human would on their comm looking for help. Miki says it and Abene are worried, because they don't know what MB is doing.

In the middle of that message, MB finally sees a drone and pings it with a list of control keys, which it had saved from proprietary data of a company client, knowing it would come in handy one day. The drone flicks to standby, and MB can finally get an idea of how many drones (thirty) and combat bots (three) are operational. The drones are in the engineering pod with two of the bots, and MB is worried the third bot might be going to the shuttle to cut the retreat off or worse.

Twenty seconds later, all the drones are belong to Murderbot(6) and Miki finally understands what it was doing. It sets the twenty-nine drones in the engineering pod to start attacking the combat bots, and runs. The drones distract the bots, mostly, while MB extracts Hirune, escaping to the lift. The combat bots had taken control of them, but it can hack like they can't, and it only needed this one.

More action sequence, though MB realizes it took quite a bit of damage in the engineering pod. It's just contacting Miki and Abene when Hirune squeezes its shoulder and asks who it is. It says it's her contracted SecUnit, but the audio from Miki is confusing it.

As it turns out, Wilken has turned. MB had interpreted her sketchy behaviour as being about being around a SecUnit, out of armour, unexpectedly. Instead, it seems Wilken was contracted to kill the GI team. She abandoned the place she was supposed to be waiting for MB, and apparently attacked Abene, because Miki has her pinned up to the wall. Wilken's arm is pressed to Miki's face, using her power armour's built in energy weapons to try to shoot Miki's head off.

MB uses Abene's feed to bypass the block Wilken put on it contacting her, and quotes a line from Sanctuary Moon about offering immunity. It makes it to the corridor, trying to find the right override code for the power armour.

The drone reports that the combat bots are not trying to penetrate the hatches it sealed, which means they're repairing each other, and will soon find another exit to make chase. Feeling overwhelmed, MB finally finds a code that works, and tells Wilken's armour to freeze. The ability to do that is why the company doesn't use power armour.

MB runs Miki's video feed back to figure out what happened, and damn that helmet seal tab breaking, because Wilken's first attack was to grab Abene's hair. At any rate, taking a moment to say it wasn't personal was what allowed Miki time to body slam Wilken.(7)

Abene finally sees MB and gasps. MB says Hirune is alive, and Abene thanks it profusely.

It’s nice to be thanked. “Miki, damage report.” “I am at eighty-six percent functional capacity.” It held up its arm stump. “It’s only a flesh wound.”(8)

Murderbot hands Hirune to Miki, who can hold her even with a missing hand. Then it thinks how Wilken might have said it wasn't personal, but taking that moment means it definitely was, and it doesn't like personal.(9) It's about to kill Wilken and suggests Abene look away,(10) but Abene intervenes, trying a few lines until she says they might need her as a witness against GrayCris, which does penetrate MB's fury.

MB looks at Wilken, who's obviously hiding fear. It decides it doesn't care if she survives or not, and much as Abene didn't want MB to kill Wilken, she doesn't protest leaving the woman in her frozen armour either.

They leave, and MB warns about the two bots repairing, and the third likely between them and the shuttle. Abene says she and Miki can't raise the shuttle on comms, but MB was blocking them, trying to make sure they didn't alert Gerth that the jig is up.

Abene is smart enough to not argue, but wonders if Gerth must also be in on it. MB says their behaviour suggested they'd worked together a long while, so they might have been contracted together to betray them, or killed the real hired security team before arrival to take their places.

MB points out that Gerth makes this a hostage situation. Miki says "That's not good." MB spends a moment getting grumpy at it for wasting time in such a human way.

Abene reviews MB's engineering pod video, and asks if Wilken was giving them orders. MB doesn't think so, it would have heard those transmissions, even encrypted. Miki suggests the combat bots might have been in standby, with orders to activate if anyone arrived at the facility. Abene asks why the combat bots at all, if Wilken and Gerth were sent to kill them.

MB asks them to hold a moment, as it reviews its video again, letting Miki see its process and explain to Abene. Eventually, it concludes that the drones and bots weren't sent for them, they came with the facility, before the transit station was built when they'd have to face more raiders. Wilken and Gerth were surprised by them, at least in that first confrontation. GrayCris probably hoped the bots would clean up Gerth and Wilken as well as the team, leaving no loose ends to rat on them.

Abene wonders if they can use that against Gerth, or perhaps use Wilken as a hostage. MB is grateful she's thinking strategically, instead of issuing bad orders. Abene and Miki discuss how best to contact the shuttle to get a status update, without alerting them to the problem. MB asks if they have any security monitoring on the shuttle, but they don't have a need, typically.

MB decides they need to get everyone off the shuttle, and it has a terrible idea for how to make that happen. First, a trip to the geo pod.

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(1) I'm probably projecting, but MB seems really insecure here, to me. Ashamed of having done so little. I see it even more in contrast to what Miki's about to say to it. (2) You know, Miki makes an interesting point here. (3) This makes a lot of sense, when you stop to think about it in a way MB doesn't have time to in the story. It explains why they didn't hire SecUnits, for one. And for two, consider how Murderbot, despite its insistence that it's not human, is very much a whole person. Now consider how the governor modules put that personhood into a form of absolute slavery to the owner's interest. If you're going to have a person existing, it should be illegal to control them like that. And there's a good case to be made for making engineering people to be as much physically stronger and faster as SecUnits are, also illegal. If you can't do the job without pretending a person is not a person, it sounds like maybe that job shouldn't exist as it does. A being like Murderbot can only come into existence if a number of horrifying violations of ethics have occurred, and it deserves to live, freely, but I have to wonder if it would agree or disagree that SecUnits, as they are conceived of and typically used, deserve to exist in a just universe. Then again, this is a corporate universe, not a just one. (4) What would fuzzing the team's scanners help someone else with? (5) I know it's likely because it doesn't want Wilken to suspect it's rogue, but I can't help but add a little dash of headcanon here, that Murderbot's still got a lot of habits ingrained, and they include following orders even when they suck, and it's not sure that, in the heat of the moment, it will be able to fully ignore an order even from Wilken. (6) I'm definitely making an all your base reference that is nowhere in the text but amuses me greatly. (7) Classic villain blunder. You NEVER take time to monologue in the real world, not even quippy ones. (8) Good old Monty Python. I might be due a rewatch of Holy Grail soon. Possibly also Life of Brian, for fun, since I didn't remember to at Easter. (9) I think we have three books worth of proof that MB does, in fact, kind of enjoy personal sometimes. But, "I don't like betrayal" doesn't have quite the same ring. (10) The irony of making the same mistake Wilken did, but for the opposite reason. Wilken wanted to feel smug about killing Abene, but Murderbot wants to spare innocents. Beautiful symmetry.

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