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hyewka · 7 days

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alo! love ur sub beomgyu universe

could u write sub cat beomgyu being too clingy nd bratty that he gets punished by his owner or simply just being in unbearable heat nd begs for his owner to breed her??? hybrid fics r crazy mad nd im crazy

warnings; sub!gyu, hybrid au, not proofread

imagine kitty!beom who keeps looking over at you with a permanent pout on his face because you scolded him and told him to keep his distance for scratching you earlier. his bottom lip would wobble as he attempts to get you to make eye contact, kitty claws buried in the pillow hes holding tight against him but youre just not budging.

“i didnt mean it.” he finally breaks.

“you didnt mean what?” you dismissively mumble keeping your eyes on your laptop as you finish up your report.

he whines, throwing the pillow away to all of a sudden break your command and cling onto your arm. “you know i didnt mean to hurt you, i really didnt! please dont be mad”

“beomgyu you crossed the line, i told you to keep a distance.” you warn.

“who cares about the line! just tell me youre not mad!”

and ofc hes holding onto you and shaking you to try to get you to look at him like hes owed your forgiveness

kitty beomgyu who cant really sit through a punishment without purring and pressing his body flush to yours whining for you to forgive him that he’ll do better but that only has you snap and promptly put your hand down his pants to shut up his bratty adamant complaining. it does just that. having him bucking and panting already, its like he does this to get this exact reaction out of you, to have your hand wrapped around his dick. pumping it but not letting him cum. his loudness tonight has you getting a migraine so you end up shoving a finger in his watering mouth which he eagerly wraps his lips around sucking earnestly and moaning wantonly—slut.

when you can’t focus on doing two things at once you slip your fingers out of his mouth, a string of saliva breaking. the moment you do, he’s loud again, whining and mewling, you resort to slapping his thighs punishingly. “use your shirt kitty”

and as you pump his pretty cock, trying to focus on your computer, beomgyus biting the ends of his shirt so hard, he drenches it with his saliva he ends up tearing it which again serves to put you out of your productivity. you look over at him, a scowl thrown his way that he doesnt shy away from, this brat. “you cant even control yourself for more than two minutes?” you ask incredulously.

he doesnt even pretend, he immediately shakes his head. “i cant” he breathes out, “i need your pussy, feel like im gonna die”

“aww, kitten feels like he’s gonna die so i just have to give you my pussy don’t i?”

the audacity to nod has you scoff. “raise your arms.” despite how entitled hes been acting, he enthusiastically obliges. when you leave to get a scarf to makeshift a restraint he whines at the loss of your hands on his weeping cock. “what do you want your master to do beommie?” you implore, making sure to tie a tight knot.

he replies almost immediately, without skipping a beat. “wanna breed you.”

you laugh a scoff, straddling his lap, your clothed cunt grinding on his sensitive dick. you could tell it’s driving him to a brink already, he already attempts to break from the scarf. too bad you know how to tie your knots well. “breed me? beommie, let’s not get too absurd, it’s too much even for you.”

you dont expect for him to break so quickly but he does, starting to sniffle, his cute ears twitching uncontrollably, tears welling up in his round eyes. “sit on my cock….p-please.”

you slide the soft cotton of your panties up and down his wet dick, pouting mockingly at the way his face falls into a distraught show of his arousal. his mouth hangs open and hes drooling like a mutt you have to slap him to get him to behave. “don’t be dirty. look pretty with your lips shut.” you say, mouthing at his bare neck.

you can easily pick up on his close mouthed whimper, his pathetic attempt at fucking your heat doesn’t serve to do anything for him and it turns you on even more. “wanna cum on my panties? wanna soil it with your little seed?” you goad, getting breathy yourself as you increase your speed on his fat cock, letting your weight engulf it even more.

he shakes his head, tears streaming down his reddened cheeks. “baby please, i-im gonna die, i’m g-gonna—hic—im gonna burst, baby. it hurts. i don’ wanna cum, jus wanna be in your pretty cunt,”

he lets out another broken plead when you rub his earflaps in circles, making it extra soothing just like he loves, “let it all out kitty, its okay” you drawl

he almost does just that, letting out a deep purr, his tummy untensing. but then its like he snaps out of it, shaking his head in defiance. “dont want to. if im gonna cum its gonna be in your pussy, ill have you drip with my-”

you dig your fingers in his bare skin and he yelps, jolting, uncontrollably sobbing by this point. “jeez, so sensitive. what a baby. arent you, kitty? just a baby needing to be tamed.”

speeding up, having the head of cock brush against your clit every now and then before he finally spills his load, warmth spreading on the bed, dirtying your sheets. his chest’s heaving, and you take some time to look over his tummy, his shirt completely ruined.

“you’re cute” you conclude getting off his softening dick. “but now im serious, dont misbehave. i really need to get my work done, ‘kay beommie?”

he huffs, pouting and turning his head, practically giving you the silent treatment as you shower him with praises, untying the scarf around his wrists and cleaning his thighs up, his stuck up nature shining through. you find it mildly annoying at worst but adorably very beomgyu. you hum in contentment, what a cute brat

#✶ ━━ rana ; answered #txt smut #hybrid smut #beomgyu smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Infiltrate My Life ~Captain Phasma xFem Trainee!Reader

May the fourth be with you all!! I just needed an excuse to write another Fic for Phasma lol. Smutty Fic for Star Wars Day 😘🏳️‍🌈🖤

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, implied masturbation, smut, thigh riding, spanking, spanking kink, mommy kink, implied pain kink…?, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

You barely dodged a yet another swing, that Phasma sent your way.

You two had been sparring for hours by now.

You looked at the clock and it read 11:30pm…

You were a panting mess.

While the Captain was still energized and swinging at you.

You had been assigned to her as your training mentor, and unlike a lot of the other senior imperial staff, she took it seriously.

Physical Training every morning at 4:30.

Dieted Breakfast at 8.

Stealth Training at 9:30.

Dieted Lunch at 12:30pm.

Weapons Training at 2:30.

Gear Analysis & Training at 4.

Dieted Dinner at 5:30.

Sparring Session at 8.

She worked you around the clock, and still managed to get all of her other duties done with nothing short of perfection.

~~~

When you had first met Phasma, you were immediately intimidated and a little scared.

And when they paired her as your mentor, you were at odds.

You had been picked up to be a covert operative, and the First Order had given you an Imperial Trooper Captain as your mentor…

But as soon as the Captain laid out her expectations, you quickly realized how serious and skilled she was.

She could without a doubt train an assassin.

~~~

Phasma threw another punch, but this one you didn’t dodge in time…

Her fist collided with your face, causing you to stumble back and fall on your ass.

You groaned in frustration.

You would never beat this woman…

“Again.” Phasma ordered.

You huffed, rubbing your nose slightly and then realizing your nose was bleeding…

Oh well…

you thought as you got back up, your breathing labored and your body sore and aching.

Again and again Phasma struck you down, until she had decided it was enough for today.

“You can go. I expect you here at 4:30am sharp.” Phasma commanded, before leaving you on the floor of the sparring ring.

You groaned again in frustration, smacking your hand against the mat in anger but quickly recoiling in pain.

You winced at your bruised hand, as images of Phasma pinning you down flashed in your head.

You sighed, feeling your core tense and heated as it usually was after your more intense sparring sessions.

You just couldn’t help it…

Sparring Sessions we’re the only time that Phasma ever took off her entire armor.

Or at least the only time in which you were ever present…

Every time she shoved you to the ground, brushed against your shoulder, pinned you to the floor, or just touches you in any way, sparks of electricity were sent or your core.

You knew this was dangerous…

This was not the business for developing feelings.

But you couldn’t stop what you felt.

So you suppressed it.

Unfortunately for you, that meant your mind only brought it up more…

So every night, once Phasma had ended your session, you were finally able to relieve the painful ache in between your legs before going to bed.

~~~

The next morning you dragged yourself out of bed and into your training clothes.

You were tired and your mind was still fuzzy.

Today was leg day, so your mourning training would be in the weight room.

No one was awake at this hour, let alone lifting weights, so you walked the corridors in silence, which made you only more tired.

You entered the weight room with a yawn to find Phasma in her sparring wear still, leaning against a wall with a wicked smirk on her face.

You closed the door.

“Your late.” She sneered.

“Sorry… What will it be this time?” You mumbled.

Whenever you were late, Phasma would punish you with intense physical regimes…

“Something new…” Phasma taunted with that devilish smirk.

“Ok…” you said, not understanding what was going on with her.

“You know, I have to do security camera checks every few months. I did one last night.” She purred.

This was a new tone…

“Oh?”

She didn’t usually make small talk…

“Yes… And I saw something interesting…” her eyes twinkled with a new, dark substance.

Your stomache dropped.

She knew.

She had to know.

You hummed in response, not being able to form any words as your mind was spiraling.

“So today, we will be trying out a new punishment…” Phasma tauntingly purred.

You gulped.

Her tone sent shivers down your spine and sparks to your core.

“Yes Ma’am.” you whispered.

“Oh no, that won’t do… What was it you called me last night and the many nights before that…?” She wickedly toyed with you.

She’s seen the other ones as well…

You were so Fucked.

“I asked you a question, trainee.” Phasma jeered.

“Mommy…” you whispered, eyes glued to the floor and an intense blush scoring your face.

But this wasn’t satisfactory for Phasma.

“Look me in the eyes when you tell me what you call me when your hand in inbetween your legs and your screaming my name in pleasure.” Phasma lustfully commanded, her eyes now completely dark with lust.

You whimpered and looked into her hungry, lustful eyes, “Mommy…”

Phasma hummed and proceeded to straddle a weight lifting bench.

“Bend over Mommy’s lap.” She ordered.

“I… what..?” You breathlessly stuttered.

Phasma darkly chuckled, “Make Mommy repeat herself again and your punishment will be far worse…”

You audibly gulped, making Phasma grin at the effect she had on you.

You immediately went over to her and practically collapsed over her lap, your wobbly knees giving in.

Phasma then pulled down your pants along with your knickers and spread your legs so that your ass was raised her for her.

“Count. If you stop, forget, or miscount, Mommy starts over. Understand?” She jeered.

“Yes mommy…” you whimpered, wiggling your ass slightly in anticipation.

“Already so needy aren’t you, slut?” Phasma tauntingly purred.

But before you could say anything—

Smack!

Phasma had smacked her hand against your ass, hard…

You yelped and jolted forward a bit, “Fuck! One…”

“One what?” She sneered.

“One Mommy…!” You immediately replied, hoping she still counted that.

Her hum of approval told you that it counted.

Whack!

“Two Mommy!!” you yelped, your ass turning a blush pink color.

Crack!

“Threeeeeee fuck Mommy…!” You groaned.

“Such a slut…” Phasma chuckled.

Thwack!

“Four Mommy please…!” You mewled, your ass approaching tomato redness.

“Begging will get you nowhere, not when your being punished…”

Snap!

“F…FIVE Mommy!!” you cried out, the sting becoming harsher.

“I can already see your glistening slickness, slut… Is that all for mommy?” Phasma taunted.

Smack!

“Six Mommy yes yes all for you…!!” you cried, tears starting to well up and trickle down your face.

Phasma hummed in delight.

Whack!

“Sev—Seven! Mommy please Im… I’m sorry please!!” You stuttered in a cry, burring your face in her lap to muffle your sinful sounds.

But Phasma was quick to pull your head back up.

“No no slut… I get to here you…” she wickedly purred.

Crack!

“Eight FUCK Mommy!!” you cried, your voice going shrill.

Wetness was dripping down your inner thighs at this point.

Thwack!

“GOD please Nine Mommy…!!” you screamed.

“God won’t help you now…” Phasma chuckled, “Last one if your good, slut…”

“I’ll be good so good please mommy please!!” You plead.

Smack!

“TEN MOMMY!!” you cried out.

Phasma then started to rub your red, raw ass lightly, causing you to let out a breath of relief.

She then lowered her lips to the shell of your ear and whispered,

“If you ever touch yourself without my permission again, I’ll bend you over my lap and spank you in the dining hall in front of everyone…”

You gulped.

“Yes mommy…” you choked out, your voice strained.

You squirmed in her lap, suddenly feeling extremely desperate and in need of relief.

Phasma darkly chuckled at your efforts, and she easily picked you up to straddle her thigh.

Instinctually, you bucked your hips against the blondes toned thigh.

But she stopped your administrations.

“Tell me what you want, slut…” she purred in your ear.

“Wanna Ride your thigh and cum on it… please mommy…?” You whimpered, desperate for some friction.

“Alright, slut… ride my thigh…” she permitted.

But you didn’t ride her thigh, no…

You rutted against her thigh.

Fast, sloppy jerkings of your hips as you desperately fucked yourself on her thigh…

You fell apart in minutes.

Your body spasming and collapsing on top of Phasma.

“Thank you mommy…” you mumbled.

Phasma chuckled and rolled her eyes, “If you ever call me that when it’s outside this scenario, I will kill you myself slowly and painfully.”

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poisonheadcrabsalesman · 14 days

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Mjolnir Syndrome: A Helping Hand

My half of an art trade with @fablepatron - find the whole thing here on ao3.

The first chapter is too explicit, but here's the second chapter Roland POV.

Another night watching his crew recover. Another night of patrolling the circuits of the ship, checking and rechecking, herding dumb AI back into their functions, herding dumb humans back to their responsibilities like sleeping. Most of Roland is divided into the monotonous tasks required to run a starship of this size and to care for a crew of this many talents. However, there was a negligibly sized portion of his focus on the single operating War Games sim and one Spartan Miller.

He didn’t play favorites. (Statement: untrue.) He had a handful, maybe. (Also untrue.) But that came with the territory of being a shipboard AI. Lots of handshakes and handholding. It made sense to keep an eye on a specific few in Command. Really. Just as a way to get a read on the rest of the crew and understand the social systems in place. That was the real reason Roland was watching Miller beat himself up in the wee hours of the morning, and why his subroutines flagged more processing power to monitor the Spartan as his vitals peaked.

There’s a spark of brain activity and a rapid release of cortisol in Miller’s system. His temperature raises even further and Roland considers getting help. Nothing had changed other than the slowly ramping feedback of the Mjolnir systems. The closed system was prone to feedback loops when worn for longer periods of time without a release of charge or not maintaining proper levels with an AI syncing the NI and the various layers of the armor.

Miller hadn’t wanted his help so he was keeping his distance. Mostly.

It was strange to see the usually quick-thinking Spartan brute force his way through what was bound to be unpleasant and quite distracting sensations. Unless… he wasn’t expecting it. Did Miller not know about Mjolnir Syndrome? A fun nickname given by more season Spartans and crew in the know of the…symptoms. Is that why the sudden spike in vitals?

His favorite Spartan was easy to fluster. He’d need help soon, Roland could tell. The constant influx of sensation only built and then plateaued as Miller froze. He’d never reach overload by himself, especially if he just became aware of why h-everything was so hard.

Luckily, and with no outside input from Roland, help was on the way.

The Master Chief had noticed Miller, not for the times Miller wants to space himself over, but because like Roland, Chief found Miller interesting. Maybe it was akin to studying something and finding yourself attached, like those scientists over in xenobiology who named the new flatworms they found on Requiem. Miller was Roland’s flatworm, and he was willing to share, if it meant helping the poor Spartan out.

Chief observes Miller with a tilt of his helmet. Roland was still learning the IIs body language but he thought he was picking up amusement. The specific head tilt and slight shake of the helmet for outsider observers was one he had seen Chief use with Blue Team. But they weren’t here, it was just him and Miller and R-.

Oh. Chief was including him again. It was so strange when humans did that. Only a handful seemed to remember his presence, unless he made them. Always running in the background, ready at a moment’s notice. Well, this was interesting.

“Hello, Master Chief, fancy meeting you here.” Roland says after his ping for channel access is accepted.

“Hello, Roland. I’m assuming he’s not hurt?”

“Do you think I’d let my crew get hurt and simply let them lay there.”

“No, but I wasn’t sure if I was intruding on anything.”

That gets a pause from the AI. He’s still debating on which snarky or too-honest reply to go with when Chief checks on Miller.

"I believe Spartan Miller is experiencing some technical issues with his armor." Roland supplies. He’s helping whatever this is along. Chief’s got him thinking now, which is always a dangerous thing when you’re as fast and clever as Roland. He’d been a passive party for so long. An observer or helper, and it’s not like Miller was chomping at the bit for Roland’s help, even when his plans had been so helpful in the past.

“He’s lying to you. Not that you didn’t pick that up. He’s been active for over 24 hours. He won’t let me help.” Chief doesn’t need to know how honest Roland’s words were, or that Roland’s been watching Miller push himself for 36.3 hours now.

“Have you tried asking nicely?” Chief asks and Roland wishes he had a plinth nearby to deploy his avatar on for the sole purpose of squinting at the Master Chief. He stays silent.

Chief asks and Miller says yes.

Roland wasn’t jealous. No, he was something else. Some higher AI experience rather than some silly, illogical, human emotion. Miller would let Master Chief touch his armor and help him, but not Roland who’s always there and who knows the specs forwards and back and is so familiar with piggybacking off Gen 2 Mjolnir systems.

Miller’s fine being all sweaty and nervous and frustrated around Chief. Chief who is so frustrating and calm and never rises to Roland’s bait. Chief who’s asking for Roland’s help overriding the safety features on Miller’s armor?

The great thing about being a vast machine intelligence with unfortunate connections to human emotions is the ability to experience time differently and to save threads of oneself being petty to feel petty later. He’d put this behind him for now to help them out - help Miller out.

What’s a little power reallocation between friends?

#my writing #Spartan Miller #Roland the AI #John 117 #there will be a quiz on the layers of mjolnir later for those following along at home #halo fanfic

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mysticbewitched · 8 months

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have u ever shifted to another reality? if yes did it feel overwhelming or normal like u always been there? im manifesting living in another city and i just want to wake up there in a new house. for me its just like shifting but my logical side gets in a way sometimes telling me i need steps or movement.

I have experienced parallel realities in my waking life and "reality shifting" in my lucid dreams.

The only reason I experienced it for myself was because at the time, I was an absolute hardcore believer in the concept of infinite/parallel realities.

I completely believed in all of that and accepted that to be the true nature of reality.

As the creator of my reality, I witnessed those beliefs manifested in my experiences. It was wild, and I felt as if I was in the Twilight Zone.

I was amazed each and every time.

I experienced those beliefs being manifested over and over again on repeat simply because I believed in those concepts without question.

After I discovered Nondualism, I realized that the philosophy of nonduality teaches that there is only one reality, and that is consciousness, which operates above your awareness. There is only one reality, and you are it.

You are the only reality there is and that is meant to be taken in a literal manner.

I know that some people want to pick and choose which beliefs they want to accept, and that's understandable.

On a more personal level, I am only interested in knowing the fundamental truth when it comes to truly understanding the true nature of awareness itself and how that ties into states of consciousness.

I had an epiphany that hit me out of nowhere and I had a ground-breaking realization that lead me to see things in a different light.

I completely Iet go of the belief of infinite and parallel realities because those beliefs no longer resonate with me or serve me on my journey.

Let me break this down for you:

As the creator of your reality, you are essentially warping and shaping one reality (the expression of from your dominant state of consciousness) by your inner beliefs, assumptions, and expectations since you are the creator.

What you believe to be true about the nature of reality is what you experience.

Think of this as reality warping instead of "reality shifting." You are molding the one reality itself into whatever you want it to be as the ultimate creator.

You are not "shifting" to "another reality." That would make zero sense because you are reality itself, and nothing is outside of your state of consciousness.

If you believe in infinite realities/parallel realities or the concept of "reality shifting," then that is what you will inevitably experience. You are the creator.

In your specific case, you can wake up in the city because there are no limitations or fiction.

Your only limits are the ones you impose upon yourself. You are reality itself.

When you truly understand your true self as awareness and realize that anything is possible for you to experience, then your perception of yourself as the creator transforms.

Understanding yourself as the only one reality then allows you to be able to completely warp and shape your physical experiences into absolutely anything you command for it to be as the master.

Because you are reality, you are the absolute sole master and creator of it all.

#law of assumption #law of manifestation #law of consciousness #manifesting #manifestation #nondualism #nonduality

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hyunnieshannie · 1 year

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Miroh

Chapter Two: Fair Fight

WC: 4.9k

Pairing: Jeongin x AFAB Reader / OT8 x AFAB Reader

Series General Synopsis: Hundreds of men respected you, bowed down to you, and most importantly feared you. None other than the second in command, and in line to take over one of the most prolific gangs in all of South Korea, Miroh. You had it all, money, respect, and seven of the most loyal men by your side. So why do you feel the need to bring in one more? What’s so special about this so-called assassin, Chan?

General Warnings: Violence, Mentions of blood, fluff if you squint, strong language, anything else I may have missed please let me know

PREVIOUS MASTER LIST NEXT

“Jesus christ, this is exhausting” one of the recruits, Jongho, said to another, Mingi.

“Bro, I know. I didn’t know it was going to be this intense. I would’ve prepped more if I knew to expect this.” Mingi said as he wiped the sweat off of his forehead.

The first of the tests was quite simple, in your and Changbins opinion. It was a fighting match. Recruits go head to head to win each fight. All fighting styles were welcome, as long as no weapons were involved. Each opponent that won moved forward in the winners bracket, and those who lost still had the ability to prove their strength in the losers bracket. Recruits were allowed to choose any opponent that was present in the room, which was always entertaining for you. For some reason the recruits really loved to pick Hyunjin and Han, who on the outside seemed weaker than they actually were. And your two boys always showed how skilled they were when it came to fighting. It always brought you such joy to see your boys absolutely crush the spirits of the new recruits.

It was another recruit's turn to pick their opponent. “We’re allowed to pick anyone?” he questioned.

Changbin nodded. The recruit smirks devilishly. “Ok. Her. I choose her.” he said as he pointed his finger at you. Everyone in the room was suddenly quiet. You remained stone faced and looked at Changbin whose eyebrows were squeezed tight on his face. You sighed and began taking off your jacket. You handed your now empty mug of coffee to Han and your jacket to Hyunjin as you made your way to the recruit. You could hear Changbin mutter your name quietly but it didn't stop you. You looked past the recruit and noticed Chan eyeing you, his hands curled into a tight fist, his eyebrows scrunched together in irritation. The smirk on the recruits face told you enough about him already - proud, thought he was hot shit, his ego too large to make up for his shit personality, someone who needs to learn their place.

You stood in front of him, hands at your side “are you sure?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He pouted his lips at you, “having second thoughts, your highness?” he laced the nickname with poison. Your eye began to twitch. You turned towards Changbin and nodded for him to start the match. He rolled his eyes muttering “it’s your funeral” before he yelled for the start.

Your opponent immediately went to charge at you but you quickly dodged. How predictable of him. He turned around and charged back at you, you dodged again but this time landed a nice elbow to the back of his head. You reached into your pocket and fished a hair tie out to tie up your hair, giving your opponent a wave of your hand to pause his movements. He looked at you confused as he watched you finish tying up your hair. You chuckled, “well at least you have the ability to be obedient.”

Apparently he didn’t like what you had to say and charged at you again, swinging his fist towards your face. You immediately blocked his fist, and landed your palm straight across his cheek, sweeping his arms towards his back and slapping your other palm right over his ear, successfully discombobulating him. He tried to kick out your legs, but you brought your knee up to his chest before he could, knocking the breath out of him. You landed blow after blow onto his chest and up to his face with your knee, successfully breaking his nose. He yelped as he stumbled away from you. He charged back to you, he grabbed at your waist and launched the both of you to the ground. You smirked up at him as he tried to wrestle for your hands. You got your legs out from under him and wrapped your legs around his head, pulling one of his arms up towards your head and you pushed your legs downwards, successfully trapping him in a leg lock. You squeezed your legs tighter and tighter as he continued to struggle to grab you with his remaining hand. He tried to kick his legs out to get leverage but you didn't budge. You just squeezed your legs tighter as you smiled and bit his hand that was trapped by your arms. You heard him make a gargled sound, most likely unable to make an audible sound because of your crushing thighs. You waited patiently until you felt him tap your thigh, signaling that he had indeed tapped out. You quickly let go of him and pushed yourself away. You got back on your feet and pulled your hair out of its ponytail as you walked back towards your boys. You felt movement behind you and you turned and WHAM. You punched your opponent square in his already broken nose causing him to fall to the ground. You tisked and shook your head at him, “Really? You couldn’t take the loss like a man and you just had to sneak up on me like a fucking coward?” You spat at him, “Bet you thought you were gonna win that fight easily, huh? Think again the next time you pick a woman cause you think she’s an easy target, alright?” you grabbed a towel from the stack in front of you and threw it in your opponent's face.

You walked over to your boys and put your jacket back on and sat back down in your chair as if nothing had happened. The recruits were all looking around at each other, shocked that that had actually just happened.

“Is it bad that I’m really turned on right now?” Han whispered into your ear. You laughed and pushed him away, making eye contact with Chan who seemed to be proud of the show you had just put on.

“Well, who’s up next?” you asked, and the recruits got refocused to continue their trials.

~✷~

“Shooting range. As most of you know, this is a dangerous profession. Some of you have been in this game already and know just how bad it can get. We want to get a head start on where your skills lie. Targets will pop up across the field, you are to shoot every foe, but watch out for your teammates.” Hyunjin spoke from the observation deck with the recruits. “Alright Hannie, show em how it’s done” he spoke into the mic, notifying Han it was about to begin.

The buzzer sounded above the range, from the observation deck you could see the entire field. Debris everywhere, flashing lights throughout half the course, and targets everywhere. You could see Han make his way through the course, his hand gun poised and shining in his hand. Han was a fan of his silver glock - his go to weapon. He stalked his way through the course, expertly shooting each foe right through the center of the target and ignoring all of his “teammates” markers. After he successfully completed the course, the strobe lights turned green, marking he had successfully defeated all foes, and spared all teammates.

One recruit after another had gone through the course. Some failing and most passing by the skin of their teeth. The person you were waiting to watch the most, was last in the lineup, Chan. He had made his way to the course and awaited the signal. When the starting horn sounded, the strobes began. Chan was quite calm as he moved his way through the course, something a lot of the younger recruits around his age were lacking. Of course the older gentlemen who were recruited were basically pros at this, but for someone around Chan's age he seemed quite comfortable in the situation. He fired off round after round throughout the course, tagging his teammates as passes and shooting through all the foes. When he made it to the other side, the strobe light turned green, marking he had passed. A few of the younger recruits gasped in awe at how good this guy was. You were impressed to say the least, and judging from your boys' expressions, they were just as impressed.

Chan made his way back to the observation deck and was stopped by Hyunjin who met him out in the hallway. Chan had sized him up, he sure as hell was pretty, and surprisingly strong based on the fights he was pulled into during the last trials. Hyunjin looked at him quizzically.

“Where’d you learn to shoot like that? What’s your story?” Hyunjin asked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the hallway wall.

Chan huffed and mirrored Hyunjins pose on the wall across from him. “I was a work for hire. Learned on the job basically.”

Hyunjin nodded, “so you’re an assassin.” he said plainly. Not really a question, more of a statement.

“I guess you could say that. I like to call it a gun-for-hire, but assassin works too.” Chan nodded back, finally earning a smile from the pretty man across from him.

Hyunjin didn’t say much else as he leaned off the wall and motioned from Chan to follow him back to the observation deck. Hyunjin made his way to stand behind you as Chan made his way to the front of the mob of recruits. Changbin began to address them all.

“Alright, we have a few more tests for you. We will be splitting you in half to make this process smoother. Half of you will be going with Hyunjin and Han to review interrogation techniques, and the other half will be following myself and Miss Y/n to review multi-weapons training.” Changbin announced as he listed off each name of the recruits, dividing them into their appropriate teams.

The remainder of the tests were quite bland in your opinion. You were stuck observing the multi-weapons training when you would have much rather been a part of the interrogation squad. The only thing that was keeping your attention was the mystery recruit Chan. He was incredibly skilled, you could tell through his fighting style and his weapons training that he had been disciplined well in your world. You began to wonder where he learned it, itching to know more about this beautiful stranger. The more you watched him the more familiar he felt, like you had seen him before, but that was near impossible, you didn't recognize him at all. His aura was familiar, not his face. His face. You wondered where he got the scars that adorned his cheek, neck, and forehead. The gashes must have been deep to have left such scars. The one on his neck was the darkest and longest of the three. It stretched from below his ear to his jugular. The gash must have been cut with a ragged blade based on the way it had healed. The one on his cheek seemed to be just about faded but still quite visible, went from the top of his cheek bone down towards his lips. And the one that adorned his forehead sat above his left eyebrow almost all the way down to the eye. It seemed like he had seen some shit, much like you had. Maybe that’s why he felt familiar.

You were pulled from your thoughts when Bin nudged your side, giving you a knowing glance. You rolled your eyes and muttered a ‘shut up’ before looking at the papers he was handing you. “It’s time to make some decisions.” Changbin had announced that the recruits would be escorted back to the main meeting room while the eight of you will deliberate on who will be brought into the ‘family’.

You met with all 7 boys in your private meeting room. It was your office but it was more of a living room than an actual office. There were large couches in the center of the room - enough to fit all eight of you - a large flat screen tv perched on the wall in front of the couches. A large workstation - Felix's usual spot - was placed neatly in the corner of the room next to the large floor to ceiling windows that stretched the back of your office. On the opposite end of the room was a large bookshelf adorned with movies, books, and photo albums of yours and the boys. In front of the bookshelf was your desk, simple, elegant, and of course covered in paperwork that you had not even dared to touch. And on the wall behind one of the couches was a mini kitchen, stocked with snacks, drinks, and of course your life-blood, coffee. Seungmin immediately made his way over to the coffee machine, noticing the exhausted look in your eyes.

You plopped yourself down on the couch dramatically, flinging your arm over your face and loudly sighing. “I fucking hate recruit day.” Jeongin chuckled as he snaked his way over to you, lifting the top half of your body off the couch so he could slither beneath you to rest your head on his lap as he played with your hair. You all began going through the recruits one by one, marking who should stay and what team they would best fit in. Seungmin had brought you your cup of coffee, and you thanked him wordlessly as you sat up and snuggled closer to Jeongin. Jeongin had repositioned himself sideways on the couch and opened up his legs and arms so you could cuddle more effectively against him. You smiled and shuffled your way on top of him, positioning your back against his chest and settling your legs across the couch. Seungmin had grabbed your legs off the cushion and sat down bringing your legs across his lap and gently began to massage your calves with one hand and remove your heels with the other.

“So what do we think about this Chan guy?” Han asked as they were getting towards the end of the recruit list. You perked up when you heard the name but tried to remain neutral. Jeongin however felt you stiffen and lightly chuckled in your ear, not mentioning your reaction to the other boys in the room which you had to thank him for later.

“I spoke to him after one of his trials. Apparently he used to be a gun-for-hire as he called it. Makes sense why he’s so skilled.” Hyunjin said as he looked at Bin and the rest of the boys.

Minho tipped his head to the side, “Doesn’t that mean ‘assassin’?”

“That’s what I said. But he said it sounded better as gun-for-hire. I can't help but agree on that one.” Hyunjin shrugged as he got up to get some snacks from the minikitchen behind him.

“Well, I think we let him in, especially since y/n couldn't keep her greedy eyes off of him.” Han smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at you.

You just rolled your eyes, “yeah as if you weren’t also checking him out.” you spat back and Han just stuck his tongue out at you not being able to think of a comeback.

“I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t think he’d be this good, especially since he literally came in off the streets. But he’s really good, I think he could be a valuable asset to our team.” Changbin listed off as he spoke more to Felix, Minho, and Seungmin about Chan's performance during the trials, filling them in on all the details. Jeongin was only half paying attention to the conversation as he was too busy playing with the ends of your hair and the zippers on your jacket, quietly humming to himself.

“You’re awfully quiet.” you speak softly to Jeongin while the other boys continue their conversation.

Jeongin leans his head closer to yours and rests his cheek on the crown of your head. “Yeah.” he says so quietly even you almost missed it. You try not to bring too much attention to yourself by bringing your hand up to his, threading your fingers together.

“Was it too much today?” you whisper while rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand.

He squeezes your hand in acknowledgement. A silent way of letting you know he’s overwhelmed. Jeongin had been through a lot, and being around new people who were incredibly skilled at killing people always put more stress on him than he would have liked. Especially considering that you and the rest of his friends were professional killers. The difference is that he trusts the 7 of you with his life. Those strangers out there don't know him, don't know you. How can he feel comfortable without knowing if they had any ulterior motives? And you understood how he felt more than anyone. You went through that trauma once before, you don't want to live it again. Recruitment day was never a fun day for you or Jeongin.

“How about you and I spend some quality time together later, hm? We can snuggle up and watch your favorite bad movie?” you say softly, still not wanting the other boys to try to interject into your much needed quality time with Jeongin. You felt him relax behind you slightly at your suggestion. He loved spending time with you, especially when it involved snuggling. You felt him nod his head and whisper softly, “that sounds really nice.” You smiled and brought his hand to your lips, leaving a soft and quick peck to his fingers. As you did so, it seemed that the boys had come to a conclusion about this Chan boy.

“So, how does that sound y/n?” Minho asked with a knowing look in his eyes. He totally caught on that you were not paying attention to them one bit.

“Recap.” you said as you looked at Han.

“He’s good, we need another on our team to make 8. So we should add him to our squad. He’s skilled enough and he’s young enough. Also he's completely unaffiliated*.” Han listed off.

“How do we know he's not affiliated?” you asked leaning off of Jeongin to lean closer to the coffee table between the two couches.

“Lix looked while the recruits were trying to hack. Key word: trying.” Seungmin rolled his eyes. Apparently this year's tech recruits were as disappointing as last years.

“Yeah, I did my research. He was quite hard to find. No identification for him existed before 5 years ago. Seems like he did all sorts of “for-hire” work. He did work for multiple governments, a couple of crime families, apparently he was also a gym teacher and swimming instructor for a while. But the dude's track record is stacked. Every job he did, he hit his mark. Cleanly too. No mess.” Felix spoke as he tapped away on his computer in the corner of the room. He wasn't doing any actual work from the looks of it, most likely playing a mind-numbing game where he doesn't have to think too hard.

“Hm. And why do we need an 8th? I am the 8th.” you said matter-of-factly.

“We are an 8 piece love, but the 7 of us are basically your bodyguards. It would be more effective to have even pairs of bodyguards at all times. Either 2 and 2 or 4 and 4. You can't be your own bodyguard, so don't even ask.” Changbin cut you off before you could interject. You hate that you have to be protected. You hate to have the people you love most throw themselves in front of a bullet and die for you. You think that sort of loyalty is dumb, mostly because you don't want to lose the people closest to you. You love them far too much for that and you’ve already lost far too many people that way.

“Alright, fine. I won't put up a fuss, but he's your responsibility.” you quip to Changbin. He rolls his eyes but nods at you. You slump back into Jeongin’s chest, he firmly wraps his arms around you snuggling you closer. “Do I have to go back out there with you guys?” you whine as you pull Jeongins arms closer to your face.

“Yes, princess. You still have to come back with us.” Seungmin says with a soft look. “These are going to be your men, your soldiers, not Big Boss’s. You need to make sure they know who the real boss is, and that’s you.”

“And you know that they already doubt you cause you’re a woman,” Felix says, eyes still trained to the computer screen in front of him.

“Well not exactly,” Hyunjin giggles.

“What do you mean by that?” Seungmin asks, quirking an eyebrow between you and Hyunjin, Changbin, and Han.

“Some stupid ‘man’s man’ picked to fight Y/N during his trial. Let’s just say that guys gonna need to see a plastic surgeon to have a remotely normal face again.” Han giggled. You felt Jeongin squeeze you tighter into his chest. You just looked at Seungmin and shrugged your shoulders, earning a smirk from him. Seungmin nodded in approval and muttered, “proud of you”.

“Alright we gotta get going,” Changbin motioned for everyone to get up. He looked at you and Jeongin and his gaze softened slightly. “Out you fools.” He chirped at the rest of the boys, slowly 1 by 1 they left the room. Changbin looked at you and Jeongin, “we’ll be waiting out here when you guys are ready.”

He left the room and closed the door. You and Jeongin just sat in silence for a few seconds, his arms were still so tight around you. You rubbed up and down his arm trying to calm him down.

“I don't like that you fought one of them,” he whispered to you, just barely audible, you wouldn't have heard him if you weren't sitting so close to him.

“I had no choice Innie, it’s not like I wanted to,” you muttered back. “It’s part of the rules. Anyone who's in the room can be picked. I was in the room. He picked me. There’s nothing I could’ve done,” you could feel his arms tightening around you once again. “If it makes you feel any better, he barely got his hands on me.”

“Barely? So that means he got you?” There was worry laced in his voice. You pulled his arms from around you and maneuvered to face him, holding his hands tightly in yours.

“Innie, look at me. I’m ok. Not even a scratch or a bruise on me. You know I’m one of the best fighters in this crew, especially when it comes to dumbass men who think they can pick on women.” you reached up and cradled his cheek in your hand, he leaned into your hand and lightly nuzzled into it. “I promise I’m ok,” you said, giving him a soft smile.

“I’m sorry” he whispered, slowly wrapping his fingers around your hand on his cheek, “I know it's your job but I just get nervous, you know?”

“I know Innie,” you whisper back, bringing his head down to yours to press his forehead to yours. “I don’t want you to worry too much okay? I’m a lot stronger now. Nothing’s gonna happen to me, especially when I have you guys around.”

“I know you can take care of yourself. I just don’t want anything to happen to you again.” he whispered softly, unable to look you in the eyes.

“That was a long time ago, Innie. I’m not the same I was then. I can take care of myself now. And when I can’t, you guys always have my back.” you smile at him.

He pulls your arms away from him and wraps you in a bone crushing hug. You both sat there for a few minutes, basking in each other's warmth. He gently pulls you away from him and smiles warmly at you.

“We should probably go,” he whispers, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours.

You hum in recognition, “and don’t forget you and I have a cuddle date later too.”

He chuckles at your teasing tone. You both remove each other from your embrace and walk out to the rest of the boys. Nobody asks either of you any questions. They’re already vaguely aware of what went on since it has happened every year on recruitment days.

All 8 of you make your way back to the recruits. Changbin names off all of the people who have been accepted to join your ranks and thanks the men and women who didn’t make it for their time. You stay silent at the front of the room, eyeing the recruits that are joining your ranks. They were all pretty incredible based on their results, you were lucky to have them join. Your eyes finally landed on Chan who has been staring at you since you walked back into the room with the boys. This time he was staring a little too intensely as Jeongin stood next to you, a little closer than he probably should have. You make eye contact with Chan and he seems to snap out of his staring. He fights a smile as you two continue to look at each other.

“Chan,” Changbin calls his attention and Chan immediately stiffens and looks quickly from you to Changbin. “Please stay here as we would like to give you your assignment. The rest of you may leave and join the rest of your new teams.”

“Before you all leave,” you speak loudly, immediately commanding the room, all of your newest recruits looking to you in attention. “Thank you for taking the time to come here today to join our ranks. I will work to the best of my ability to take care of you all and protect you as much as you protect me. I look forward to seeing all of your abilities in the future. Make sure you all have something to eat before you go to your assignments, Kihyun will show you to the cafeteria.” Kihyun nods at you from the door. All of the recruits are still standing there looking to you. “You are all dismissed.” you smile at your new members.

“Thank you Ma’am.” they all say.

“It’s Boss, not Ma’am” you correct

“Thank you Boss!” they all yell, you chuckle to yourself and watch as they all file out, leaving just you, your 7 boys, and the newest recruit to your inner circle Chan. He’s still standing at attention, waiting for direction from you. He was definitely well trained.

“Relax Chan, we’re not gonna haze you,” you look at Han and Seungmin, “well, I actually can't promise they won't.”

“Hey, what's that supposed to mean? We’ve never hazed anyone!” Han yells, throwing his hands in the air.

“Need I remind you of Jiung? You hazed him so much he had to leave our team and join cyber just to get away from you two.”

“Heh, yeah I remember,” Seungmin smiles.

“Anyway, we have your new assignment.” Changbin eyed Seungmin and Hannie as they reminisced. “You’ll be joining our team, the direct inner circle of Boss. You'll still go through the extensive trainings like the other new recruits, but this is an incredible privilege for you. We don't normally let new recruits join our inner circle right off the bat, so you’ll have to prove that we can trust you with intel, but for now, your main mission is to protect Boss.”

Chan looked down at his feet and cautiously looked back up at you. “Can I ask why you’re entrusting me to protect you when you don't normally do this sort of thing?” he asked, almost shyly.

You could feel the rest of the boys looking at you expectantly. Chan had kept your eye contact, his features had softened, you could tell that he was a bit insecure or shy even about asking you that question. “Well, obviously you are incredibly skilled. Your resume was pretty vague so we did some digging into your past and learned about your past conquests.” You saw him flinch at that but you didn't comment on it. “You were at the top of the list compared to the other trainees, incredibly skilled for someone your age, and it seems like you would get along well with my boys.” You took a beat and softened your gaze on him. “And you intrigue me.” Chan once again stood rigid, as if your comment caused his brain to short circuit, causing you to smile and let out a light giggle.

“I intrigue you?” Chan asked softly.

“The thing you’ll get to know about Y/N is that she is incredibly fascinated by people she can't read,” Minho said from behind you. His statement wasn't wrong but you were still slightly embarrassed and you turned around to punch him in the arm just causing him to laugh loudly, throwing his head back with a huge smile on his face.

“Well, if we’re done here, I have important things I have to get to. You are all dismissed. Jeongin, accompany me,” you said as you so desperately wanted to get out of that situation and just snuggle up with Innie and watch movies for the rest of the day. The rest of the boys already had an idea that you weren't actually doing any work, but Chan just stood there still gazing at you. The boys said their farewells and you and Jeongin left to head up to your bedroom.

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c6h5cooh · 6 months

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red salvias | vampire x knight!reader

(yandere?vampire x gn!knight!reader)

red salvia: A vibrant red flower, member of the mint family which symbolizes deep love, sacrifice and transformation. forever mine.

✎ summary: you finally manage to pass through all the different spell barriers and seals placed on the ruins of a castle and find yourself with quite a peculiar prisoner.

✎ tw: pet names, apart from that it’s pretty sfw.

_(:3 」∠)_

With one last swipe of your Saint sword, the talisman placed centuries ago on the wooden door in front of you, was cut cleanly in half.

A sigh escaped your lips, the blade sliding into it’s sheathe, and your gloved hands grabbed ahold of the rusted doorknob.

You weren’t here because you wanted, no, far from it, yet they had assigned you to a rescue mission. A useless one from the looks of it, because the person trapped there had been imprisoned for more than two hundred years. So the least you could do there is pick up some belongings and check the area.

Getting rid of the spells weren’t much work either, seeing how they were basically withering to dust, an easy task.

However, a fully living, breathing human being isn’t what you expected to see when you opened the door.

How strange.

Maybe he had entered the room beforehand? No, that couldn’t possibly be it, there were seals preventing such a thing.

He stood in the middle of a circular room. Instead of walls, it had shelves full of books of every kind, a window being the only source of illumination, apart from the many wax candles littering the floors.

Crimson eyes finally noticed your body of armor and even lit up at the sight of you, dropping the book he was reading on the floor.

“You finally came, I’ve been waiting for you.” Black locks of hair swayed behind him as he walked to you, scanning your figure with curiosity.

“..?” You were confused; why?

“Oh, my apologies, I’ve just been here for so long. You see, I was trapped here forcibly, even though I’ve never hurt a soul…” The vampire slyly dawned upon you, looking at you with the most innocent eyes.

Won’t you believe him?

“How much of a fool do you think I am? You’re a vampire.” You scrunched up your nose, and your hand reached for your sword. Rescue mission? What a disgusting lie you were tricked into believing.

His hand did not let you get out your weapon, instead forcing it to stay still in his grasp. He felt much stronger than you, even though you were taller than him.

“Well, my features do scream out ‘bloodsucker’, so I suppose you are right. But I haven’t introduced myself, how do you know if I’m really dangerous, dear? I haven’t done anything to you yet.” His smile revealed pearly sharp fangs, there was no denying he wasn’t human.

“You can call me Amias, darling~”

“Remove your hand from my arm-” Amias interrupted your order, instead giving you one of his own.

“Sit down.” His face looks cold for a split second before he smiles cheerfully once again. But for some reason, your body did obey what he said, and you were pushed into a leather chair. “Good, very good! How your body reacted means it’s already working.”

You frowned, “what are you doing?”

“Hasn’t anyone told you never to look into a vampire’s eyes? One must wonder why~” Amias chuckled, forcing you by the chin to stare into the swirling pool of crimson red in his eyes. It finally dawned why he could command you so easily.

Before trying to stand up, he had already push you down and sat on your lap.

“I won’t hurt you, pet, I just need to gain back my strength. I give you my eternal gratitude for rescuing me, I really don’t know how much more I’d last if you hadn’t come.” His nails touched the skin on your cheeks, caressing it almost with care.

You could feel yourself losing control of your thoughts the more you slipped into his grasp.

“That’s right… let your new master guide you, my beautiful knight.”

He sank his fangs into your neck, fingers interlacing with your hair, and fed off of you. Once finished, he wiped the blood off the corners of his tinted lips.

“Forever mine~”

~ a/n: so…. part two? only if you want to. I hope you enjoyed it! I feel like it’s a bit rusty because I’ve not written in so long. It also feels far too short for my liking (rather I was rushing because I was working while writing this), but we’ve finally got it out. until then, dears.

#yandere x reader #yandere x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #yandere #gn reader #x reader #☆ben writes #vampire #vampire x reader #vampire x human

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alasse-earfalas · 2 years

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Sky’s Character Growth~

Okay, update rambles. I already touched on Wild, so let’s give Sky some love.

Jojo mentioned in her original post of all the Links that Sky is “not the leader type,” despite seniority. This has been backed up by the rest of the comic so far, where Sky is often seen hanging out in the background, being a support, mostly quiet and kinda just doing his own thing. He’s very respectful and defers to the other Links on most things (Time, of all people, is the one who convinced Sky to let Wild use the Master Sword again after breaking it). He is content on the sidelines and seems to be just kind-of along for the ride.

Then we get the update titled “Miss her”. Sky is separated from his Zelda, from the driving force behind his own Heroic journey. His inability to bear being apart from her is working against him this time, because all he wants to do is go home. He’s hiding it well, but Time picks up on the song he’s playing and they start to talk.

Which leads to this:

Notice how hard that question hits. Time continues, and Sky recovers quickly (and/or is distracted by a couple of birds flying overhead, daww~):

Thus, the central arc for Sky is set up. Hints at Demise angst have been sprinkled throughout the updates as well. True to his established character, Sky continues to stick to the background, mulling things over, providing support when needed.

Which brings me to these two most recent updates.

Look at him. He’s being An Adult. In his own soft way, mister “not the leader type” is stepping up to lead. Not by command like Warriors or Time, but in a role more akin to the one Twilight usually fills. He’s recognizing that he is one of the older Heroes, and rather than shying away from the inherent responsibility that gives him, he’s quietly stepping into it. He sees a need and he’s filling it, without hesitation, nor overbearance.

To me, this is Sky accepting his seniority. He’s seeing his own Hero’s Spirit at work in his younger successors, and he has decided that, you know what? They need an example. He knows that, in a way, they get that from him. He’s recognizing that he has influence and power outside of wielding the Master Sword. That he has responsibilities, not just as a Hero, but as a man.

Which brings us to this. Keeps to the sidelines, “not the leader type” Sky, standing in the center of the room, right where you would expect a leader or a mediator to stand. Even Warriors, who is the leader type, is taking a backseat to Sky in this update. We don’t know what was said before Hyrule walked in, but by the end of the update, Sky is essentially speaking for everyone.

The last thing I want to talk about is this:

Wild has been having The Worst time (for him, compared to the rest of LU thus far): panicking about Twilight, lashing out, having legitimate flashbacks, and rubbing all the other Links the wrong way. Now he’s had time to calm down, refocus, and actually do something to help out. Sky is the first one to acknowledge this, and is also the first person to say anything nice and welcoming to Wild since Wild ran off.

Not only that, but look at that face. Sky is So Proud. Everyone else is various shades of surprised or perturbed, but Sky is smiling. Why? Because he recognizes the Hero’s Spirit when he sees it. He knows Wild has clashed with the other Heroes lately, so he takes the initiative to jump in first and offer Wild some much needed “ya done goods”. He’s stepping up to be a Good Man and welcome Wild back into the fold, so-to-speak.

It’s such a minor shift but it is deliciously in-character and plays to the themes that Jojo’s set out for Sky’s character arc. I’m really hoping that we get some proper Sky-focused updates relatively soon, but this was absolutely lovely in the meantime. 🥰

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #lu sky #character analysis #I love Sky #I hope we get to see more of him soon 💖

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aikofanfan · 2 years

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Boss [Mafia au]

Part 2 [SMUT]

Pairing: Gn!MC x Lucifer

Summary: There really is no plot to this. If you kept up with my rambles you know damn well why I made this.

A/n: They’re all humans in case that had to be said so yeet. I had to cut this in two, became way longer than I had planned. So expect a part 2.

Warnings: Mild violence and blood mention. It does get suggestive towards the end.

Look at this amazing fan art based on what Luci is wearing in this fic!

Now on with the show!

You know you aren’t sure how or when you became the boss of the most feared Mafia group in the Devildom city and well borderline the world if we’re being honest.

You got picked up by them when you knocked the teeth outta one of their weak links and the former boss, Diavolo seemed to take a liking to you. You got offered to work for them, mainly being part of the Lamentation branch made up of the well known Seven Sins brothers.

Ah. It must’ve been around that time now that you think about it.

It wasn’t hard to connect with the brothers. Sure they were iffy of you at first with you being a tad shorter and smaller than them at the time. Not believing that you knocked out one of their guys when Diavolo told them.

But after a couple of months they welcomed you with open arms and life was good. You got the nickname Hell Hound from rival gangs and the name quickly took off.

Because when guns, threats and warnings didn’t do the job. They sent you. Whether to beat the snot outta of another gang leader or collect debts. You were the one they sent no questions asked.

It was after a particularly rough job that you began to get closer to Lucifer, eldest of the seven brothers. You came into the house and fell over, having been stabbed in the side and was bleeding pretty bad.

“MC!” Lucifer gasps and rushed over to you.

“I’m fine- shit that stings.” You hiss as he lifted your shirt to get a better look. He helps you up and guides you to a chair, sending one of his brothers to get the medical supplies.

“One of these days this is going to get you killed.” Lucifer mumbles, helping you take your shirt off.

“Mm maybe. But I don’t see that happening when I have such a pretty nurse that takes care of me.” You grin and flinch as he starts to clean the wound.

He didn’t bat an eye. You always did this when he would care for your injuries, this was normal for the two of you. However when he spoke up again, it caught you off guard.

“Someone has to take care of the Hell Hound, after all whats a pet without a master?” He says so casually. He looks up at you and you don’t miss that glint in his eyes. So that’s how it’s gonna be huh?

From then on your banter kept going and it became a surprise to no one when the two of you became an item. Just in time for Diavolo to announce that he was stepping down and asking you to take his place.

You agreed on the account that Lucifer stand by your side as a second in command which Diavolo must’ve saw coming because he happily agreed.

And now here the two of you are in your office, getting ready for a meeting with a small time gang that’s been struggling to make ends meat and basically begged for your help. Such a headache. You leaned back on your desk and glance over to Lucifer. He went from being known as a shadowy presence to now being known as your right hand man and-much to your dismay-your “boy toy”. What are we? Kids?

“I can hear you thinking.” Lucifer’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts as he walks over. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. Just admiring you is all.” You change the subject quickly.

“Really now?” He asks. “Making up for all the people that can’t?”

“There is that small part of me that thinks it’s a shame the world can’t see what I see every day.” You sigh, hands on his hips as you pull him closer. “But I don’t like sharing and no one else is worthy enough to look at you.”

“You make me sound like some sort of priceless treasure.” Lucifer chuckled.

“Oh but you are, Luci. No amount of money or anything else these gangs can offer can compare.” You state, kissing the side of his neck. “All the more reason to keep you to myself.”

“How selfish of you.” He teased. Today he was dressed in a red silk button up shirt, black dress pants and to mix up the look, high heeled shoes with little roses on the sides. And of course, a black veil, hiding his pretty face.

“Oi boss. These guys are getting impatient.” Mammon calls from behind the door.

“Are you sure I can’t just off em now?” Belphie yawns.

“I’m comin I’m comin. And no Belphie. At least not yet.” You huff. You fix your tie real quick before existing your office, Lucifer right behind you and not even seeing these guys for more than two seconds you feel annoyed.

“Bout time.” The leader or main guy of the group, you didn’t care much, gruff voice hits your ear and he’s not even near you it made you wanna gag. You shoo Mammon and Belphie away to guard the door of the room from outside. Just in case.

“Hey uh, who’s that with ya?” You hear one his subordinates ask. You knew he was asking about Lucifer and to make a point, wrap an arm around his waist.

“Psst. Eyes up or on the ground.” You order with a hint of a growl. “Who is he is none of your concern.”

“Oooh is he that boy toy I’ve heard so much- EEEEP!”

In the blink of an eye, you had the guy’s neck in your hand, holding him off the ground and feet dangling.

“If I remember correctly, you lot came crawling to me for help because your sorry excuse of a gang is crumbling and the first thing you do is insult me and my gem?” You growl, grip tightening.

“MC, let him go.” Lucifer was behind you now, whispering in your ear. “Don’t let them get to you.”

“But-”

“Please, darling. I’d hate for you to dirty your hands this early in the day.”

With a groan you drop the guy. He coughs as he catches his breath. You calm yourself down and walk over to the couch and flop down, Lucifer taking his spot on your lap.

“Well I’m already pissed, you better amuse me if you want our help now.” You hiss. The group collects themselves and start to explain why they came begging for your help.

You listen, still scowling as you do so. Even though you are pissed, you don’t out right say anything when they finish. They wait as you think, only sound being heard was the tapping of your finger on the arm rest of the couch.

“Luci?” You spoke up.

“Yes?”

“What do you think, hm?” You ask, grinning as the men before you become pale in the face. “You are my second in command.”

“Hm.” He hums, lifting his head up to look at the men. The veil maybe hiding his face but you can tell he was thinking. He then leans back into you and whispers in your ear.

“Alright. We’ll help. But ya better be ready to work to pay off what we loan ya, understand?” You state firmly.

“Of course, Boss!” The group bowed.

“Now beat it.”

They all say thanks and scramble out of the room, leaving you two alone.

“What a headache.” You grumble as Lucifer slips off the veil.

“Oh but it’s always a treat watching you be the big bad boss.” Lucifer teased.

“Pssh. Please we both know I went easy this time.” You snort. Lucifer moves and lays down on the couch, yanking you down by your tie. He pulls you into a heated kiss, a firm grip still holding your tie and subsequently you in place.

You’re the one to pull away from the kiss to catch your breath but it hitches when you feel Lucifer press a knee against your groin.

“Fuck-what’s gotten into you all of a sudden?” You groan. “Usually it’s me initiating.”

“I won’t lie. Seeing you hold that jerk up one handed by the neck…did something.” Lucifer mutters, his grip on your tie loosened before he undoes it, pulling it off. “We have time before your next meeting.”

You can’t help but chuckle, feeling him tug at your suit and let out a small whine.

“Alright alright. I got you, Luci.” You smile. “Mammon. Belphie. Make sure no one enters this room for the next hour!”

“Yes boss!” You hear from behind the door.

“MC…” Lucifer whined again, starting to grow impatient but gasps when you position yourself between his legs.

“I told you. I got you.” You whisper against his ear.

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Daily Writing Challenge - February 2024

It's Day 7 of the February @daily-writing-challenge which means I made it! 7 days worth of speed writing where I had to start AND FINISH sometime in a time limit, and I did it. And had a great time doing it. Thank you @daily-writing-challenge for this fun event! Hopefully, I'll still be around in November for the next one!

Day 7: Discovery - 800ish words

Once one became accustomed to it, there really was quite a bit to admire about Orgrimmar. This high up, the clamour of discordant noises melded into something more harmonious. The endless streams of beings flowed more cohesively when viewed from above; like liquid anima - or blood, Renathal supposed, - through the city's various well-structured veins. Even the clifftop plateau on which he was currently perched, though rougher and dustier than the smooth cliffs of the Dragon Isles, had its rustic charms.

But the true beauty of this land was its sunset.

Renathal had removed his protective tinted glasses just to stare out across the wide valley, watching its jutting rock formations and canyons shift slowly from oranges and browns to deep purples and reds in time with the dimming sky. It was remarkable how sunlight - or the lack of it - changed a realm’s landscape. And remarkable how fond of the sight the Prince of Revendreth had grown in so relatively short a time.

Something swooped across the distant horizon, too fast to be an incoming zeppelin, and Renathal's eyes dropped compulsively to the timepiece on the rock next to him. Then, returning to his task, he picked up the whetstone in his lap and continued to slide it in satisfying shnks up the edge of the sword balanced carefully across his knees. Elisewin offered to use magic to keep his weapon sharp, but as a master of the blade, Renathal believed there were some things better done by hand. Even Vorpalia he had insisted on manually cleaning and sharpening on a regular basis; something his enchanted sword had often complained about, though Renathal believed she secretly enjoyed the attention.

At this memory of his long-time partner and loyal friend, a wave of visceral emotion hit Renathal like an unexpected up-draft. A sudden twisting cyclone of sadness, loneliness, and something like wistful longing ripped through him, so hard he let the sword and whetstone falls from his hands to the cliff face with a clatter as he fought to catch his superfluous breath. This was not an emotional melange he was familiar with, but Renathal knew at once what he must be experiencing.

Homesickness.

It was to be expected, he supposed, as he took stock of the strange nauseating sensation. He and Elisewin had been so busy the last months fighting and slaying, rescuing and saving, there simply had not been time to feel it before. Now, on shore leave in Azeroth, waiting for new orders from her Horde commanders, the curious emotion had caught up with him. And Renathal closed his eyes, allowing his mind to indulge in a few seconds of melancholy musing.

What was happening in Revendreth, now? Revendreth... where the eternal sky possessed its own unique, inimitable shades. Where the people and places he had known his entire existence awaited his return. How were they faring without him - his friends and his enemies? Were they, too, experiencing various degrees of low-spirits in his absence? Or worse - had he already been relegated to memory? Had they discovered the realm truly was better off without him?

A low whoosh and a burst of warm air overhead startled Renathal from his unhappy reverie. He opened his eyes automatically and dropped his gaze to the timepiece again, noting the time.

“How was that?” asked Elisewin breathlessly from behind him.

Swallowing hard past the lump in his throat, Renathal called over his shoulder, “A new record - for you. Quite impressive. Though, you are still four seconds off of mine.”

“I think I can live with that,” Elisewin replied, and even before he turned on his rocky perch to look at her, Renathal could hear her vibrant smile.

She smiled like that often now, he had noticed; not the small, implacably dispassionate smile which was her face's signature expression, but a wide display of unconstrained happiness that wrinkled her nose and rounded her cheeks. It was a new development, that smile, not something Renathal remembered seeing often in Revendreth. Perhaps the right set of circumstances had simply not had time to present themselves; or, perhaps, he thought, watching Elisewin stroke her arborwyrm's leaf green mane, perhaps this was a specific strain of happiness their adventures together had inspired.

Catching Renathal staring, Elisewin cocked her head.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he answered; then, when she continued to eye him dubiously, added, "I was just thinking... you and dragon riding have come a long way."

With a small chuff of self-conscious laughter, Elisewin shook back her windswept hair and gave her mount's long neck a final fond pat before ambling towards where Renathal sat.

"I suppose," she admitted. Sliding his sword carefully away with her foot, she dropped to the cliff beside him and let her legs dangle over the side. "It's actually quite exhilarating once you're used to it."

It was Renathal's turn to smile, the melancholy of minutes ago fading from him with Durotar's dying light. His eyes wandered from the wide world ahead of him to Elisewin beside him as he agreed:

"Yes. It certainly is."

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lutawolf · 1 year

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I posted 2,232 times in 2022

That's 2,232 more posts than 2021!

917 posts created (41%)

1,315 posts reblogged (59%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 982 of my posts in 2022

#coconuts mafia - 198 posts

#luta opinions - 192 posts

#streaming kinnporsche on iqiyi - 153 posts

#kinnporsche the series - 150 posts

#luta question and answer - 145 posts

#kinnporsche - 134 posts

#kinnporsche luta - 116 posts

#not me the series - 112 posts

#luta - 104 posts

#not me series - 96 posts

Longest Tag: 118 characters

#i think another reason why i like bl is it won't ever be me so it's free of the stereotypical portrayal of a het woman

I sent 1 gift in 2022

My Top Posts in 2022:

Love In the Air Ep 5 Review & Running Commentary

My freak flag is waving and I'm here to review for my fellow kinksters and the vanillas that want to be informed. For those that are new here, I do have previous reviews that can be found here. I've been asked how I feel about the lack of discussion and guidelines. I think this is a lifestyle couple from Thailand, which most Asian countries already have a soft D/s lifestyle. From what I've seen of the Asian relationships around me is that they are similar to the US South. Where someone in the relationship always holds more control. Which means there is already an expectation of figuring out who is in charge. In which case there is a softer way of doing guidelines and harder on consent commands. You'll see this same play out in more experienced D/s relationships because they are already familiarized. Also going over guidelines can take days, nobody wants to wait and go through that in their show. Okay, clearly some people do but not me. I'd rather skip to the good part.

Speaking of good part. We ended on a really good part last week. I just want to remind everyone of that before we get to the drama, lol. Okay, so there is just something about seeing the day after when they are still in the bed. It just instantly puts you into that moment. It's this warm and fuzzy feel. And he is sick. By the way I got a lot of answers to the Sick In The Rain comment but basically the rain comes during cold/flu season, which makes them more susceptible. Really interesting. I appreciate everyone who answered my question.

So back to Rain being sick. NO! But now that Rain belongs to Payu, he'll take care of him. Omg, Payu caring before almost killed me, now that he'll be more open about it. I'm gonna die! By the way... That hair. 👀 It's so fucking hot. Oh bless him, I know what it's like to wake up with a headache. Sucks ass and not in a good way either (if you didn't catch my Vegas reference, you most go straight to jail and you do not get to pass go). Yeah Rain, you didn't stand a chance luckily for us. Mom is valid. I don't care who you are, child or roommate. If you aren't coming home, call. So people don't worry, it's not about age, it's about respect and safety. These are top priority in BDSM too.

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336 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

Guys! Can we please talk about this moment.

Porsche is normally the one doing the picking up in his sexual escapades. Look at him just fucking flying at Kinn. It's so natural and he is so happy.

392 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

Kinnporsche Masterlist

Thoughts & running commentary by episode: Masterlist

My Dominant/sub posts: Masterlist

Different D/s roles

Kinn being The Dom of Kinnporsche 1-14 Masterlist

Porsche being the brat submissive of Kinnporsche by iffy

Vegas and Pete S/m: Masterlist

Other Masterlists

Unforgotten Night

My Beautiful Man

Not Me

Love In The Air

Until We Meet Again

Between Us

Movie Reviews: Love and Leashes

For other master lists check out Coconuts Mafia

By the way, you can all thank @liankuea for this.

Please Re-blog, I love it! But please do not repost any of my blog onto other social medias without giving me credit. I do have requests to Re-blog in a different language with credit. I'm absolutely good with that 💜

If you don't address me in an Ask with at least Hi Luta, don't expect me to be nice. Why?

405 notes - Posted May 13, 2022

I'm seeing a lot of comments saying Porsche is the Dominant. I mean, I see some of your points and the validity in them. I just don't agree nor see it. Maybe I'm making correlations because, I personally live in a relationship with a Dominant male who is a sexual submissive to me.

Let's unpack the questions and see.

Porsche called Kinn out on his jealousy. He sure did, but it was in a submissive brat manner. As I mentioned in my notes it's all in the body language. He is not moving towards Kinn in a domineering stance he has leaned back and shifts down. Yet he is using his words to goad Kinn. What do you think submissive brat behavior is? It's struggling, small annoyances, and verbally talking back.

Because Porsche took control of the hand job at the end. Okay, this one I don't know what to think about it. I mean you're basically saying if I give my husband a hand job. Get him off but continue to get finger banged and lose myself in an orgasim that I am no longer Dominant. Well, okay, let me just go tell my husband that I'm not Dominant, hahaha! We'll just ignore the Dominant stance of Kinn's hand controlling Porsche's head the entire time, hmm.

He calls him out on the lack of trust. This is just fucking insulting to a submissive. It implies they are doormats to take abuse. That is not what submission is! It is a power imbalance but it does not take away a submissive's right to be treated with respect. Yes, there are some submissives that do enjoy that but it is a subcategory of submissive and does not describe all of them.

I've already explained the neck. Porsche's five second touching of Kinn's throat is in no way comparable to the complete control Kinn had over Porsche's entire fucking head. Not only that, there is absolutely no rule stating a submissive can't touch the throat. A D/s relationship is subject to their own personal guidelines of what is allowed. And to be very honest, I'm 89% sure that was an Apo move done unintentionally.

Porsche keeps proving he is the one in control and owns Kinn. Want me to point out each and every time Kinn used ownership words for Porsche and Porsche allowed it. Basked in it even but never once tried to return it. "Vegas always wants what's mine" "My bodyguard" "When you are done return to me both the gun and yourself" I mean that whole statement right there was ownership with Porsche smiling.

Now let me also point out to you Kinn's Dominant "come give me a hug" to which Porsche readily responds. He does not ASK Porsche for a hug, he commanded. A sub asks, like how Porsche does with Kinn on multiple occasions. He not only uses words but body language, the only time this changes is when he is being a brat.

Edited to talk about Kinn showing vulnerability. Do you guys really think that my husband has never held me as I cried. That as a Dominant, that I've some how given up the right to break down? That this somehow makes me less? Let me assure you that is all far from the truth.

Another edit because there keeps being more. Porsche was above Kinn which signifies the switch in power I've got to disagree. Notice how Porsche didn't put himself above Kinn, Kinn purposely placed him above him. When Porsche turns around from the mirror they are even. Kinn grips the back of Porsche's neck (again, Dominant move) and then lowers himself to inhale Porsche. From that point on Kinn is purposely placing Porsche above him. It's an apology.

Okay, thank you for coming to my Luta talk. Please feel free to ask any questions but don't come at me. 💜💜💜 Please understand that if you don't agree with me on the D/s or even who the D/s are. I respect that. Some of the above though is not only inaccurate to the community it's insulting.

425 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The D/s series: Kinn as a Dominant

(This is a companion piece to Iffervescent's sub post, that can be found here)

There have been a lot of requests for more information on the Kinnporsche D/s element. The amazing Iffervescent and I thought that we could provide this information to you all while enjoying ourselves. Seriously. You should have seen me taking this BDSM (Iffervescent's Idea!) as Kinn. The test was fun, interesting, and a little stare into a light bulb to cleanse my mind. Then excited babbling about the results afterwards. So without further delay.

Could It Be More Accurate!!

So Kinn is a Dom. What is a Dom and how so? Dom/sub: Is a power balance. A Dominant, or Dom, refers to BDSM relationships and the role one person takes. In this role, this person has more control/power/authority in the D/s relationship.

Though a Dom wants and needs control. They are also the ones with the responsibility to care for and the protection of their sub.

You can clearly see how Kinn is the Dominant in the relationship between him and Porsche. It's there in the way he'll push and pull Porsche, he controls Porsche's movements especially his head, the crock of his finger and especially in how he cages Porsche in until he calms down. It's in the way that once Porsche feels that he has his Doms attention, he relaxes.

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450 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

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misbehaving-pet · 2 years

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kirie, but it’s his redemption arc

The white gloved hands that held his face up squeezed his chin, jerking him closer to the man who stood in front of him.

“A very good addition is that…look at this, it’s a natural occurred genetic mutation. No genes purposively altered, no DNA tampering. Makes it even rarer.”

The customer stepped in, taking a closer look at his face. The glistening lights made his eyes stand out.

He is stunning, but there’s something lacking.

“Can he still see us?”

“Well, surely. But if you’d like we could always…”

Their words didn’t seem to make sense inside of his head. He could only hazily smile and look thought the window’s glass, seeing all the faces staring at him. The sound, muffled by the laminated glass, reached his ears as a soft murmur. People pointed and whispered to listening ears.

Look at that one, he’s beautiful! Must cost a fortune!

So many enthusiastic expressions. So many cheerful exclamations. Smiles of pure awe, and gasps of surprise.

…And at the same time, there were repulsed ones, nonchalant ones; those made his heart sink.

Why aren’t they satisfied?

Why aren’t they looking my way?

Don’t ignore me!

Don’t turn your back…

“…but yeah, the highest bid takes him home, I suppose.” The man shrugged, hands crossed in a diplomatic manner. His thin framed glasses covered part of his eyes, making his face hard to distinguish.

“We are planning to star the bidding at 1mil”

“That seems like a lot. From what line exactly is this one, again?”

“He’s a new type, exotic. I’ve been tampering with his mind for a while now. He’s very fascinating.”

The flowing golden hair of that man, the ice-cold tone in which he spoke… somehow that was enough to send his mind flying. He didn’t know why, but that man’s wills were command: disobeying wasn’t an option. Fear struck him like lightning. The simple sound of his voice was enough to make him cold.

His name is Raoul.

That’s who made me.

That’s who created me.

He named me…

Kirie.

He had no memories of anything prior to that day.

The day he woke up, ordered by Raoul, in the tower.

Somehow, something inside of him refused to accept this reality even though it seemed right.

He was going to be happy, wasn’t he?

He was going to be comfortable and living the life, wasn’t he?

With luxurious clothing and the best of everything he could ever ask for. Like a dream come true! Although it seemed that all of this came with a price.

Yet…

His heart used to be free, didn’t it?

He wasn’t sure when. But he knew it, things weren’t always like this. He wasn’t like the rest of them. Right?

Pick me!

Spoil me!

Love me!

The highest bid was extraordinary that day. They never thought a mongrel like him would sell for so much; although it was a secret that he was not lab made like the others. Why would it matter anyway? It was a good plan: they would get rid of nuisance and make money along the way. No one needed to know, no one would ask.

Raoul only scoffed at that paperwork over his table, savoring some wine that night. Perfect.

After signing all the official procedures, the client would take him home. An owner. A master. They are never good, never merciful. They will throw you away when you are not needed anymore, use repeatedly and never teach the meaning of love and compassion. Because that is what they do. Because mindless dolls don’t need love.

“He is all yours.” There was no going back now, the collar around his neck was more than enough symbol of his captivity. He kept his head down, and hands together with his fingers tangled, in a sign of submission. Even though he wasn’t expected to be courteous at that time, he wasn’t a fool to raise his eyes. “Come, what did I tell you? Have you forgotten good manners?” The man gave him a little push on his back. “Introduce yourself”

For some reason that rang a bell inside of his head.

“Say your name, new guy!” a familiar voice echoed inside. “Louder!”

Was that from a dream?

“...hello…” He said, slowly raising his eyes. “My name is Kirie, I’m excited to meet you.”

“There’s a guide enclosed if you ever need that.”

“Hmmm. I guess that would be useful.”

Darkness.

All around is darkness.

Endless fucking darkness.

….

#ank #ank fanfic #ai no kusabi #ank kirie #my dudes i wrote this a long time ago #im re-reading the novels so im very sorry about anything off #also english is not my native language i apologise #the redemption arc is not here YET #theres a few pieces i gotta sew together but how do #omg im so nervours to post it #please dont mind me aaaaaa #im cringe as fuck im not even here

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The journey from Elibe to the land known as Fódlan was not, by any means, an easy one to make. They traveled by foot, by boat, by horseback, even. It had been a restless few years of movement, reprieveless, stretching forever.

Perhaps it would have been easier had they known at the beginning where it was they were going.

When Limstella pulled themself enough from the sorrow to move, they had first begun by simply absently traveling Elibe. What were they looking for? At that point, they did not know — but there was a need for something. A hunger, gnawing at their stomach. They traveled wide, and far. They spent time behind city’s borders, and beneath a clear, sparkling sky of night. They picked up odd jobs, did mercenary work, met people.

But it mattered not. Whatever hunger lived in them was not satiated by the spoils of Elibe.

It was an easy thing, when they realized such, to leave behind their homeland, to board a boat without the promise of return. It was easier, in fact, than they expected. They supposed that, after all, there was nothing left for them in a land without their master.

Did that mean, too, there would be nothing ahead of them?

No. They could not think that way, ‘less they become immobile, inactionable— and fade away.

(Distantly, they wondered if that was what Master Nergal would have wanted.)

Their travels led them to Enbarr, in Fódlan — and only there do they hear murmurings of something that piques their interest. A monastery, nestled in the mountaintops, within which great power apparently lies. Said monastery apparently has a steadfast team of warriors in their employ, and houses nobles and commoners alike from all over.

First, they simply want to see it.

The directions they are given, they find, are true. They see a glorious monastery, tall and yawning, pale white and shining, peeking up between cliffs. It is beautiful — surely a beacon to be spoken of — but it is something they see with no connection to themself. There is ample quintessence, but what do they need with quintessence, now?

They turn their steed away from the sight. They are only a few moments within the woods when they hear sounds of a fight. They dismount, approach the scene.

There, at the rear of a small platoon, atop a bay horse, sits a man with a serious face. He shouts orders to his accomplices, and they comply. They are fighting another group of people, garbed in black and red clothing, disorganized and chaotic now that some ambush has clearly caught them off-guard. Limstella watches with rapt attention.

There’s a rush that sweeps them nearly off their feet, staring at the silver-clad warriors. Yes, it is exciting, hearing the sound of metal meeting metal, of sword clashing with axe. But even better — there is something so beautiful about the harmony in which they work.

One man gives orders.

The others simply follow.

And suddenly, Limstella wishes more than anything to be the one receiving orders again.

What would it be like, to have a purpose — to have work again? Even if not for the master they love, what would it be like to serve anyone, at all?

They push through the bushes and emerge, just as the fight is drawing to a close. The commander stiffens, sighting them.

“Are you with these brigands?”

“No.” Limstella bows, reflexively. “I am Limstella.”

The man watches. He has gentle eyes, though they are fashioned sharp, now.

“Tell me,” Limstella continues, raising slightly, “what company are you with?”

“We are part of the Knights of Seiros.”

Of course… and such amazing quintessence! Almost all of them are more powerful than Limstella could have even believed, at first glance.

It does nothing but cement their newly blossoming decision. “Take me with you back to the monastery. I wish to join you.”

“Join us?” The man seems taken aback. “Why?”

How do they summarize, now, all the pain, all the confusion, all the searching they’ve been through and done, in a single sentence? How do they wrap themself in a way that eases the mind of this human?

They stare at the ground, unspeaking for many moments. Finally, they breathe, try, “I… have been looking for a worthy cause to join.”

The gaze they receive in turn remains hard, though there’s some interest in there, too. “We are the arms of the church. We protect the monastery and maintain peace in the land. Are you prepared to give your life for something greater than yourself?”

They do not hesitate — they have already given their life many times over. “Yes.”

“Is that so…?”

“Allow me to gather my horse, and I will ride with you,” they pledge.

He does, so they do. Limstella rides behind the commander, while his forces walk ahead, upturning earth with their boots as they do. The forest smells different, here. Sweeter, nearly.

“There’s an interview that we do before we let anyone in to the monastery,” the man says suddenly. Limstella watches their back, drawn upon by shadows of the foliage. “A set of questions.”

“Ask,” they say, “and I will answer.”

So he does. “What has led you to where you are today?”

They consider in silence. There is nothing but the hoofbeat of horses and clanging of armor. (This army is not, Limstella has noticed, anywhere near as stealthy as they are.)

“Primarily a boat.”

“... What?”

“I traveled from my country by boat. The journey was long.”

The man’s voice is bewildered. “... No. This is a question of character.”

Their… character? “I have none.”

He wheels around to view them. Eyebrows draw an angry line on his face. “Are you making a joke, kid?”

“No, my lord.”

He huffs, clearly unimpressed, and turns to the front again. After an incomprehensible break, he continues. “What do you believe are your greatest strengths and weaknesses?”

This is an easy question. “I am beautiful. I am powerful.” What else? Perhaps… “I am loyal.”

He says nothing. Nothing at all. Limstella wonders if he has not heard them, until he nudges, “Weaknesses?”

Weaknesses…? Ah. They struggle, momentarily. They have, of course, noted differences between themself and others, but Master Nergal seemed nothing but content with the way they were. “Perhaps I do not have many,” they say.

“Don’t have many? We all have weaknesses. Now is not the time to be full of yourself.”

Full of themself? They are unsure what he means. But his implication is clear — they must find an adequate answer. So they grapple to find one — press their lips into a solid line as they do. They think of the torment they’ve been through recently, and recognize that there, there is, indeed, an answer. “I am… not accustomed to being alone.”

It is quiet again. Birdsong replies more readily than the man with whom Limstella speaks. Suddenly, they wonder if the rest of the army, close as they are, can hear their answers.

“If a story were to be written about your life, what role would you play?”

The question, at least, distracts them from their momentary panic, to introduce another. Role…? Story…? They’ve never read a book. How could they possibly find an answer to this question, when they have no idea what roles are available? They are quiet for a moment — two, perhaps. Their hands fold atop one another on their saddle-horn, and what they summon feels less than adequate.

“I would be… a trusted companion.”

That is what they were, after all, wasn’t it?

Perhaps this answer is not acceptable, because the commander of this platoon turns his horse to block Limstella’s path. They tug on the reigns, quickly, stopping just short of walking into him, and stare at him with wide, golden eyes.

“I don’t think you’ll be a good fit for the knights, Limstella.”

Everything feels too slow. They draw a breath they can’t quite release. Their hands feel heavy, where they’re frozen.

“Your answers to the questions have been… exceedingly odd. I don’t know anything about you, and you seem more than content to allow me my ignorance. How am I to bring you to my church if I can’t rely on you? These men and women with me… I put my life in their hands every day. And they do theirs. I can’t do that to someone I don’t understand. I can’t ask them to put their lives in your hands, if I don’t know you.”

Know them? Know them? But… what is there to know about them? A panic rises — they feel too warm, beneath their clothing, and the sun filtering down upon them feels far too bright. They are being judged by impossible standards, standards they can never measure up to. They were never meant to be knowable, to be human. They were simply meant to be… strong.

“I am powerful,” they rush. “I deal in magic. My power can surely keep you all safe.”

“But how do I know you will use that power for our good?”

“I would not betray the one I am to serve.” In fact— in fact— “Yes. If you need to know who I am, then that is what you must know. I was made to be in service.”

“Made?”

“Yes. I was crafted by my master, Master Nergal. He lays dead, now, and thus, I became purposeless.”

“So you seek purpose? A… cause, as you said?”

“Yes.”

“And why ours?”

Why, indeed. Saying outright that they were enchanted by the way the army fought… by the idea of simply receiving an order to fight, and doing so— it seemed… what had he called them earlier? Exceedingly odd.

“I sense great power with you and yours,” they say, instead.

The man stares at them, gaze bewildered. “You are one odd fellow.”

Perhaps so.

“But… it feels like the first answer you’ve given me.”

They do not understand. They’ve given him all these answers. Is this indicative of something? Does this mean he feels he knows them better, after their brief mention of their master?

The man, of course, does not answer questions Limstella only thinks. Instead, he pulls his horse back onto the path and continues walking. They watch in silence for many moments.

“Well? Come along!” he calls back behind him.

Something warm and full settles in their chest. Gripping their reigns tight with pride, they nod and urge their horse forward.

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Fiction to Check Out: Melancholy Picks

Strange Beasts of China by Yan Ge, Jeremy Tiang (Translator)

From one of the most exciting voices in contemporary Chinese literature, an uncanny and playful novel that blurs the line between human and beast … In the fictional Chinese city of Yong’an, an amateur cryptozoologist is commissioned to uncover the stories of its fabled beasts. These creatures live alongside humans in near-inconspicuousness—save their greenish skin, serrated earlobes, and strange birthmarks. Aided by her elusive former professor and his enigmatic assistant, our narrator sets off to document each beast, and is slowly drawn deeper into a mystery that threatens her very sense of self. Part detective story, part metaphysical enquiry, Strange Beasts of China engages existential questions of identity, humanity, love and morality with whimsy and stylistic verve.

The Women of Pearl Island by Polly Crosby

Set on a secluded island off the British coast, The Women of Pearl Island is a moving and evocative story of family secrets, natural wonders and a mystery spanning decades. When Tartelin answers an ad for a personal assistant, she doesn't know what to expect from her new employer, Marianne, an eccentric elderly woman. Marianne lives on a remote island that her family has owned for generations, and for decades her only companions have been butterflies and tightly held memories of her family. But there are some memories Marianne would rather forget, such as when the island was commandeered by the British government during WWII. Now, if Marianne can trust Tartelin with her family's story, she might finally be able to face the long-buried secrets of her past that have kept her isolated for far too long.

Somebody Loves You by Mona Arshi

A teacher asked me a question, and I opened my mouth as a sort of formality but closed it softly, knowing with perfect certainty that nothing would ever come out again. Ruby gives up talking at a young age. Her mother isn’t always there to notice; she comes and goes and goes and comes, until, one day, she doesn’t. Silence becomes Ruby’s refuge, sheltering her from the weather of her mother’s mental illness and a pressurized suburban atmosphere. Plangent, deft, and sparkling with wry humour, Somebody Loves You is a moving exploration of how we choose or refuse to tell the stories that shape us.

Life Among the Terranauts by Caitlin Horrocks

Following her “marvelous” (Wall Street Journal) first novel, Caitlin Horrocks returns with a much-anticipated collection of short stories. In her signature, genre-defying style, she explodes our notions of what a story can do and where it can take us. Life Among the Terranauts demonstrates all the inventiveness that won admirers for Horrocks’s first collection. In “The Sleep,” reprinted in Best American Short Stories, residents of a town in the frigid Midwest decide to hibernate through the bitter winters. In the title story, half a dozen people move into an experimental biodome for a shot at a million dollars, if they can survive two years. And in “Sun City,” published in The New Yorker, a young woman meets her grandmother’s roommate in the wake of her death and attempts to solve the mystery of whether the two women were lovers. As the Boston Globe noted of her first collection, Horrocks is a master of “wild yet delicately handled satire,” a “sprightly heartbreak” in which she is able to “mingle a note of tenderness in the desolation.” With its startling range—from Norwegian trolls to Peruvian tour guides—Life Among the Terranauts once again dazzles readers, cementing Horrocks’s reputation as one of the premier young writers of our time.

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get a room already

Bel winces, huffing and drawing an arm up to drape across closed eyes as daylight fills the room. It spills over his face, casting an arc across the bed where sheets and blankets lay messily across bare skin.

Bastian raises both eyebrows in amusement as he watches from his spot by the window, one arm crossed, the other hand resting on the drawn curtain. He makes no attempt to close them again, though. Instead, he approaches the bed, rough fingers gentle but firm as they curl around a slender wrist to move the arm it’s attached to. Bel opens both eyes at this, expression drawn into a slight scowl.

“Last I checked, Master Voltaggio, the world does not stop simply because you will it to.”

Bastian is close—teasingly close, enough that Bel can see the spot where he’d nicked himself shaving that morning, and catch a whiff of the cologne he’d commented on the previous night. It’s tempting to keep him there—within kissing distance—but Bel knows that tone. Bast is all business this morning, and there was no persuading him off the path. That sort of discipline was one of many reasons Bastian had made his way to Commandant.

“And why shouldn’t it?” Bel retorts in jest, voice raspy with sleep still. He pulls himself upright, arms stretching far overhead and blanket pooling at his waist. “I suspect the world shall wait as long as I require it to.”

“You are the cleric of House Voltaggio,” Bastian begins to recite, almost automatically, as though he had had this exact conversation many, many times before. “And as such, there is a standard you are expected to maintain. It won’t kill you to try and act like it.”

“Spare me the lecture, Bast.” Despite the complaining, Bel was up and out of bed, picking his robe up off the floor and shrugging it on over tanned shoulders. He picks through his wardrobe for a brief moment before the panel shuts abruptly, replaced with Bastian’s taciturn demeanour. He rests his shoulder against the polished oak door, arms folded over his broad chest, and ducks his head down close, expression inscrutable as always. Bel can’t hide his surprise at the sudden closeness, however, or the blush that begins creeping down the tips of his ears.

“I wouldn’t have to lecture you, Master Voltaggio, if you would behave yourself.”

He draws back then as silence settles between them, eyebrow raised as if daring him to object. When Bel’s face pinches, Bastian instead extends his hand, the thin gold frame of his glasses held aloft. The other man takes them—snatches them, really, to Bastian’s amusement—and purses his lips.

“I would think the Commandant has better things to do than play glorified babysitter to some nobleman’s son,” he huffs, turning on the ball of his foot towards his washroom.

“That’s what I told your father,” Bastian calls after him, and Bel should’ve guessed his parents had a hand in this. “‘I can’t keep chasing after him, sir. I’m a very busy man who hasn’t the time for games,’ but you know how he can be.”

“All too well, unfortunately,” he replies dryly. “What have I done wrong this time?” Bel is meticulous in dressing himself—plainly, by his standards, and fully covered for once. “Look at someone too lasciviously? Perhaps I’ve embarrassed him by making some social faux pas? Or did I fuck one of his enemies by mistake?”

He can hear Bastian laughing, warm and from the chest. “The man makes so many, how would you be able to tell?”

“Precisely.” He smooths the front of his shirt down and steps out of the bathroom. “So? Which one is it?”

“I didn’t stop to ask.” Bastian pushes away from where he was leaning to casually approach Bel, purposefully towering over him with his full height, arms still crossed. Now it was Bel’s turn to quirk a brow, curiously peering up at the knight-commander. He takes the opportunity to reach up, brushing at a speck of dust on Bastian’s shoulder, hand lingering near the base of his neck.

“Well, let’s go find out, shall we?”

#brother i am so sick #i love them so much I'm violently ill and need to see them interacting #tales from the void #the icarus to your certainty

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Round 1: Lightning Game

New Generation Stars: Trigger receives a Dimensionizer and begins to recall his battle with the Absolutions, while his reminiscing isn't done, he manages to activate the data on Ribut.

Geats: As Ace asks Ziin about Beroba, as Game Master Beroba welcomes the 6 Jamato participants to the JGP, those being Buffa, Rook, Bishop, Knight and 2 Pawn Jamato Riders, who both get Feverslot buckles, Beroba has also picked out a new outfit for Michinaga. Daichi finds some amusement in Knight being a replica of Toru, now able to remember his history with Michinaga. JGP round one is rain destruction, and the Jamato attack Oni festival preparations. The Riders go to fight despite the lack of DGP reward, expected by Tsumuri while Chirami hams it up, but the newer members are shocked when Buffa joins in fighting them, as they are worth the most points. The Riders are trounced, as the Jamato get to use Monster and Boost against Na-Go's Zombie Beat, and the round ends. Keiwa and Neon help tidy, while Ziin reveals that in the future everyone's life is planned out, which is part of why the past battles are so thrilling to them. Kekera has no idea what a festival is, and Kyuun meets Neon to criticise her again, without revealing his identity, though she realises he knows what her wish is and is left confused. Samas reports the public are becoming dangerously aware of the Jamato without a reset, and Kousei and the Kurama Zaibatsu can only keep things quiet so long. When Niram suggests they might just abandon the age Kousei is angry, as Neon hasn't had her wish granted, Niram suggests he could grant it if he gave her love, after all, she's the child he wished for. Michinaga and Toru recall their friendship. In the next attack Ziin joins Geats, fighting Knight so he can watch him face Buffa. Buffa clears a mission Beroba set, granting him Twin Command, which he uses to great effect against Geats.

Kingohger: 2000 years ago the Bugnarok were defeated by King-Ohger and the 5 Kingohgers, who went on to found the 5 kingdoms with the Shugods. A prophecy says the Bugnarok will return. In Shugoddom, a great celebration is taking place, with rulers of the 5 kingdoms gathering, the rulers aiming to finally ratify the alliance of the nations. Ishabana's Queen Himeno is bid to depart but frustrates her servant Sebastian with her attitude. Toufu's Lord Kaguragi celebrates another great harvest with Kuroko and hopes the prophecy is not fulfilled. In frigid Gokkan, shadowy Rita tells Morfonia they intend to stand resolute regardless of the prophecies' truth, and in N'Kosopa President Yanma reluctantly brings his adjuntant Shiokara along. The 4 Kings and their allies arrive in Shugoddom, bearing their Ohger Calibers. Elsewhere a youth named Gira plays Kingohger with some kids, and helps spare off a pushy fake tax collector, and they note how good a ruler King Racles is. The 5 Kings discuss their plans, noting the work to bring about the return of King-Ohger is finally coming true in this prophesied year. Yanma refuses to join the alliance with Racles as leader just because God Kuwagata is needed to form King-Ohger, but it's clear he also has an ego issue. Suddenly though, the Bugnarok do attack the city. Dutifully, Himeno as KamakiriOhger, Rita as PapillonOhger and Kaguragi as HachiOhger leap into battle, as Gira sees his friend Kohane badly injured, sure the king will save them. Realising Racles hasn't appeared to fight, Gira breaks into the throne room, where the King and his aides Douga and Boshimar are waiting for the attack to be repelled, Racles revealing he intends to then invade N'Kosopa, then the other nations, uniting the world under one banner. Horrified at the King's total disregard for his people, Gira lunges at him, and it's only after that Racles realises he has snatched the Ohger Caliber. Yanma tries to awaken King-Ohger unsuccessfully. Racles declares Gira an enemy of the world, but Gira, donning Racles' mantle, declares that if Racles is justice, he will be the demon king to oppose him, his will awakens God Kuwagata, bringing him to the Shugod. Forming a bond, Gira becomes KuwagataOhger, and summoning the other ShuGods, combines them with 2 God Tentou, 2 God Kumo and God Ant, forming King-Ohger for the first time in 2000 years. Slaying the invading armies, he soon finds himself surrounded by Shugoddom soldiers, as Racles orders his execution.

Yodonna 3: I'm glad this continued, even if it took a year and a half. Yodonna is met for a date by Tametomo, but it is actually another girl, Yodonna, aiming to learn about love so Herun will allow her revival. She is now helping move Herun's line along, when she overhears from Kerontura that a group lead by Hanidora have been sacrificing people in an attempt to resurrect Yodon, and request Herun allow her a proper chance to learn love, her relents, having Mose send her back to human world. It's around Valentine's, and a girl named Miko is selling them and can see her. In order to experience the offered chocolate, Yodonna possesses her. Miko is a big movie fan, and shows her a romantic film starring Shiguru, where his character, Nozumu, is being helped in dating a girl, Airi, by a female friend, Waka, who evidently has her own feelings for him. Despite the heartwarming resolution, Yodonna still doesn't get it, so Miko has another strategy, creating a Destined Encounter via nampa, but Yodonna instantly rejects a certain guy calling himself Phoenix, and Tametomo winds up interfering, scaring Phoenix off and stopping her falling, causing Yodonna a little doki doki before remembering he's KiramaiYellow. Miko thinks they've hit the bullseye and arranges a date. Yodonna thinks she's learnt, but Herun insists she's only scratched the surface, telling her to actually have the date. Taking inspiration from the movie, they practice romantic scenarios, meeting, chocolate, and kissing. After Yodonna breaks the kiss, she sees Miko seems lonely. Yodonna meets Tametomo for the date, and they introduce themselves, Yodonna giving Miko's name, which still causes him shock due to their real first meeting, and they head off for a date. Tametomo is notably also nervous. At the movie, Tametomo is really moved, his comments giving Yodonna some pause. Yodonna goes to follow the script but has her realisation and dumps him right before kissing him, rushing to Miko, and confessing to her. The two have a romantic date, and Herun revives Yodonna. At which Miko bursts out laughing, and reveals she was just a disguised Hanidora, having deliberately engineered Yodonna learning about love so she can be revived, as the one who once held Yodon's soul and so can again. Yodonna tries to fight back but is too distraught at first, before finding resolve and using the emotions she has learnt to awaken a new form, Burst Mode, and while sharing what Miko caused her to feel, she destroys Hanidora. As she sees Tametomo commiserating with Shiguru, she questions if she should still be revived but is told to accept it, and for now, live among humans and learn.

#toku explained #kamen rider geats #ohsama sentai kingohger

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