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ickle-ronniekins · 4 years

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dance with me

request from nonnie! “Hello! Im terribly in love with your writing! I was wondering if maybe, Charlie takes Bill, the twins an (either oc or reader insert) to a muggle party and they’re all super confused but love it and Fred is completely smitten by the OC when she danced and maybe did something weird/special of your choosing. I hope it isnt much, lots of love for u and Mischief Managed! ♥️”

pairing: fred x muggle!reader

word count: 2.2k

A/N: my dudes i don’t even know what the fuck this is but i loved this request so much, didn’t mean to make it sad, sry, also you can interpret this how you will.. personally i think they’re both too vulnerable rn to ~get it on~ but i like to think that maybe fred would open his heart again after this and she’d mend his heartbreak..... brb making myself big sad !!!!!! but listen if you wanna imagine him pinning her against the wall and having the time of his life then go for it, man i'm just...... big into angst;;;;;;; pls reblog & leave feedback & things of the like, thank you loves

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The foggy, wet streets of the city were unappealing compared to the very comforting, open landscape next to the Burrow. The very last thing that Fred and George had wanted to do was follow their two eldest brothers in the frigid, rainy weather to some silly Muggle party in central London.

Especially Fred.

He didn’t want to be forced out of the one place that made him somewhat happy, especially when he was still nursing the heartbreak that had been causing him so much unpleasantness.

But they’d obliged, because Charlie had nearly pounced on the two of them about it, and they’d much rather go to this than be forced to sit inside the Burrow with pompous Percy -- although, since the war, he had admittedly gotten better at not being a self-righteous git.

The twins had a ton on their plate; not to mention, Fred wasn’t in the mood for any of it. They were dragged out of their business shop by Bill, who was adamant about the fact that they’d both needed a night out, and when they’d tried to persist, telling their eldest brother many times that they had too much to do before the newest shipment of magical inventions came in, Bill had nearly hexed the pair of them, causing them both to shut up almost instantaneously.

But now, as bright, fluorescent lights hit the middle of the room, highlighting you, your smooth and effortless dance moves, and the very lazy grin on your face as you sang along to the booming music in between sips of your drink, Fred wasn’t so huffy about being here anymore.

His heartbreak didn’t seem so heavy anymore.

At least right now, it didn’t.

Admittedly, Bill was right. They really did need a night out. They’d been so bloody busy working that they hadn’t even been to the pub in a few weeks’ time. Ever since the war, business had seemed to escalate, which was really saying something, considering it was incredibly busy even before all of this had gone down. The two of them hardly ever had a moment to breathe. Which, they supposed, was good for Fred. Kept him occupied, kept his mind at bay. But they reckoned they probably needed to hire some more help. Ron had reluctantly agreed to lend a hand. It was Hermione’s idea. A brilliant one, at that.

George thrust a beer frustratingly into his twin’s hands. “We’ve got so much to do, mate.”

“Yeah,” Fred replied breathlessly, truly not listening to a word George was saying.

Fred Weasley had always had it easy when it came to the ladies. They flocked to him, really. He didn’t like to admit it so as not to come off like an entitled prat, but it was true. It was probably due to the fact that he was always making everyone laugh -- something that came equally as easy to him. Perhaps it was his bright red hair that the girls ogled over. Maybe it was his wicked sense of adventure, and the fact that he was always landing himself in questionable situations more often than not. But that was school. He could easily impress those girls at school. He hadn’t had too in a while, though. He’d been happily tied up with the same person for years — that is, until he wasn’t. Until she’d picked someone else.

This was different, though. This was a Muggle party, in the middle of central London, in someone’s sweaty, sticky flat with a bunch of people he didn’t know. Fred couldn’t do magic here. He couldn’t impress someone with his inventions or with his stories about adventure without giving away the fact that he was a from a magical background. He couldn’t use his usual tricks in front of all of these Muggles or he’d be in a ton of hot water.

He also couldn’t let his very intense vulnerability and his rusty flirting get in the way.

But he wouldn’t be Fred Weasley if he didn’t try, right?

It was always easy for Fred to be able to flirt absentmindedly with women. But with his heart in a fragile state, he wasn’t so sure it would be easy tonight.

Bill, picking up on his younger brother’s locked knees and fingers gripped tight around his beer, stopped in front of them. “You alright, Fred?”

“Yeah,” Fred said again, clearing his throat and swigging a bit of his drink. He then thrust the nearly full beer into Charlie’s hands, who furrowed his brows in a confused look. Fred continued, “More than okay. Hey, you guys have fun -- I’ll catch up with you in a bit, alright?”

He left his brothers standing at the other end of the room as he pushed through tons of people. When he’d finally made it to the middle, you were gone. He casually swerved around, peering all around the room to try and meet the gaze with the eyes he felt like he’s known for years already. He then spotted you toward the corner, pouring yourself another drink. His feet began moving before he could register exactly what he was doing; so quickly, in fact, that he hadn’t even heard the obnoxious exchange of words and laughter from behind him from his brothers.

“Merlin, can we go anywhere without Fred picking someone up?”

“Give him a break, mate -- he hasn’t seen anyone since everything unraveled with the last one. It’s been almost two years. Reckon this is good for him — for me, too.”

“Wish it was that easy for me to pick someone up, bloody hell.”

With his heart pounding unnaturally against his ribcage, Fred slid next to you and too began to pour himself a drink, glad to have gotten rid of that beer that Charlie was now undoubtedly guzzling. He opened his mouth to speak, but much to his surprise, you spoke first.

“Ahh -- a whiskey man, are you?”

He was taken aback at the sultry sound of your voice; maybe it was because the music was pounding in his ears, or the fact that you were this foreign person he desperately found himself wanting to know, and very quickly. He looked down at his drink, and then up at you. You were already sipping yours. “That a bad thing?”

“Not necessarily -- though I haven’t decided yet.”

The slight eyebrow raise you gave him made his insides twist. It was too early in the night for nerves. He swallowed them down as he took a swig of his very strong drink. “Haven’t decided, hm?”

You turned to him and then around to face the rest of the party. You inched closer and crossed your arms over your chest, and nodded. “There are three different types of men here tonight, you see. Those, over there,” you pointed with your pinky finger to a bunch of very frat-like men sipping lazily on their beers or glasses of wine, “they’ve come looking for something casual. Not so casual as far as one nighters go, but a fling. Something of the like. Those over on that end,” Fred followed your finger over to a very messy looking group of men who were dancing far too close with some women in the middle of the dance floor -- they looked like they all needed to get rooms. Separately. Merlin. “You know the type of night they’re looking for.”

Fred couldn’t help but snort a bit as he sipped casually.

“And then there’s you. Sipping your whiskey. Cute as ever.”

You turned back toward him and he raised an eyebrow. He was now feeling a bit self-conscious — he was both thrilled and equally embarrassed at being called “cute” by a woman as stunning as you, way out of his league and probably having quite a laugh yourself. He didn’t even know your name. What would you say next? You’d already deemed him the “third type of man” in the room, but the fact that he was a standalone, and not lumped in with another group, made him feel both overwhelmingly relieved, and also slightly terrified. But he tried to play it cool.

“What about me?”

You brought your hand to your hip and wet your lips, pondering this. A small smirk spread itself across your face, the fluorescent light flashing across your eyes. “I dunno yet,”

He liked that. He liked that you didn’t know anything about him. He liked that he didn’t have to be the bloke who made jokes to lighten the mood, the guy who loved messing with people, or the boy who got his heart broken by a girl who’d never really cared for him at all. He didn’t have to be any of those people. He could just be Fred.

“Haven’t decided, I reckon? Like the whiskey?”

You smiled; it was bad enough that Fred was losing his mind solely at the perfume you were wearing, and the fact that this conversation was going absolutely nothing like what he’d planned. Your eyes met his and your voice was soft when you leant in closer, “That’s what makes it so bloody dangerous.”

He didn’t know what the bloody hell you meant by that but he didn’t seem to mind, especially when you grabbed him by the shirt and led him to the dance floor again, slinging your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you as some slow song he’d never heard blared through the speakers in the corner.

“And to think — I was just going to come over here and see if I’d even be lucky enough to have a chat,”

You laughed at this, shutting your eyes whilst doing so, and Fred noticed something sparkly painted on your skin toward the edges of your eyes. “What can I say? You’ve intrigued me.”

Perhaps he could do this without any magic. Bloody difficult to not talk all about it, though.

Perhaps his vulnerability would subside, and he’d be able to talk and flirt and dance without thinking back on his own overwhelming heartache that had rendered him nearly useless the last few months.

But after a while, he stopped worrying. The music was so loud, your laughter so infectious, that he’d forgotten all about all those stupid jokes he’d wanted to make about his shop, about Hogwarts, about the magic he’d learned growing up. It wasn’t until you’d asked him to be in the moment with you that he’d truly remembered them.

“Just,” you’d started, tugging gently on the collar of his shirt and biting your bottom lip as another song played loudly, “just be here with me, okay?”

Fred wondered, as glassiness seemed to fill your eyes through a grin at him, if you, too, were in need of this night out.

Maybe you were nursing some kind of heartbreak, too.

Maybe you were also trying to find some type of normal.

It was in your tone — in the way your voice trembled slightly when you’d said be here with me. He didn’t think you were looking for something like a fling, like those guys you’d pointed at before. And he definitely knew that you weren’t looking for one night and one night only, like those sloppy people he’d kept trying to avoid on the dance floor. Maybe, like you’d said, you just needed him to be here. In the moment. Just the two of you, shoes heavy against the hardwood floor, eyes sparkling underneath the lights.

He realized, when he peered down at you and felt some type of warmth for the first time since his own heart was crushed in its vulnerability, that he just needed you to be here with him, too.

So when you leant forward slowly, trying to read his expression, to see if it was okay to do what you wanted to do, he leant in too, pressing his lips gently to yours in a spark of electricity for the first time in Merlin only knows how long.

And what he tasted on your lips sent him spiraling.

When you pulled apart, he raised an eyebrow and smirked at you. “What?” You asked nervously, biting down on the bottom lip, desperately trying to hide the smirk that was growing on your face.

“A whiskey girl, eh?”

You shrugged casually, as if it meant nothing. But you both knew it meant everything. It was just strange, he thought — your first interaction just hours ago, the conversation you’d held, and how you were here, now, entangled together. You wiggled your eyebrows at him — and he was surprised that he found it both innocent and incredibly alluring. “Told you it’s dangerous.”

You sipped the very last of your drink before tossing your cup into the waste bin. Fred reckoned he could stay here all night, forgetting about all of the things that kept him up at night, the things that had been making him so bloody prone to unpleasantness for such a long time. He wanted to laugh again. He wanted to smile again. He wanted to love again.

When you cocked your head to the side and smiled softly at him, beginning to mouth the words to the music, he reckoned he might just be able too.

Then you tugged on both of his hands, placed them delicately across your waist as you locked your arms around his neck again, you said over the booming of the next stupid song you’d undoubtedly sing every word too,

“Just dance with me, Freddie.”

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mithranqueersmusings · 3 years

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The Night Before XII

Chapter: 12/15

Rating: U

Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.

Tags: Smut, Slow Burn

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)

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The following day was spent rather unproductively, Ringo hardly moved from his bed and refused to get dressed into anything decent. Paul and John had left early, they could easily tell when Ringo wanted to left alone, but they ensured that at least one of them would be available should Ringo need anything at all. Last night hardly felt tangible, but the grogginess of Ringo's mind and the overhanging sadness made it difficult to forget. He wasn't entirely sure what he felt so bummed out about: was it merely the pain he felt to see George with another man? Or was it the sheer humiliation Ringo had experienced, having to expose his feelings to George in such an unappealing way? Perhaps it was a mixture of both, but he was determined to only let it sully this single day for tomorrow held endless possibilities and he truly believed that the date with George would still go fairly well, even with all this tension now risen to the surface.

Sometimes it was nice to have days like this, comfortably lounging around in pyjamas with no real objectives in mind. Ringo channelled out any lasting aggression he was harbouring by blasting music on his speakers, just about loud enough to stop himself from thinking. He had more than several comfort films to watch, many of which starred his favourite actor Peter Sellers, to make the time fly by without much thought. Throughout the day he conversed sparsely with John and Paul, neither of them addressing the actual events of last night but their concerned tones were enough of an allusion.

He treated himself to some pizza for dinner, settling down in front of his television and letting the hours pass. These days of nothingness were necessary, especially with the amount of excitement he'd been unwillingly plagued with this past week. Part of him debated not even bothering to get into bed, just to gradually pass into unconsciousness on his sofa, but the mature section of his mind - one which was often ignored - convinced him to tuck himself into the covers and let sleep wash over him.

Ringo gladly slept well into the afternoon, the only thing getting him out of bed was his growling stomach. Reaching for his phone he swiped away a variety of meaningless notifications then paused when he noticed a text from George. His mixed feelings were considerably less tangled than they had been previously, but there was still a hint of dread in his stomach when he thought about him.

Look outside your door.

It was sent a couple of hours ago, Ringo worried he'd missed whatever surprise had been waiting for him. He didn't appreciate the cryptic tone, nonetheless he padded over to the front of his flat and cautiously opened the door. Sitting before him was a vase sporting a diverse bouquet of flowers, Ringo wasn't even sure he could name half of them. He looked at it for a while, registering how to fit this in with his torn attitude towards George, and noticed a small card perked upon one of the leaves; he picked it up and inspected it closely.

First of many treats I have planned for tonight. I hope your hangover isn't too bad and you aren't regretting giving me another chance.

Ringo found himself smiling, he must have looked rather odd standing in nothing but his boxers and socks clutching onto this card for longer than he needed to. The thought of one of his neighbours seeing him in this precarious situation spurred him to take the vase inside and shut the door behind him, he inhaled the fresh smell deeply as he brought them into the kitchen to find an adequate placement. He couldn't deny how beautiful they looked, as much as his pessimism wanted to convince him that this was merely a disingenuous ploy. It was difficult to hold onto the resentment, Ringo found himself leaning more towards the attitude that it was merely an extremely unfortunate situation and that George had never intended on hurting him. What use was there in holding onto the past?

Drinking his morning cup of tea, Ringo stared at the flowers before he realised he should probably respond to George's text.

sorry i only just woke up the flowers are gorgeous thank you so much

You're welcome It's the least I can do really There's plenty more where that came from

flowers or surprises??

Both Just you wait

havent got much a choice have i?

I can pick up you around 7 Does that work for you?

it sure does

Ringo debated whether to send another text, he really wanted to clear the air completely but wondered whether it would be better to do it in person. The last thing he wanted was for the whole night to feel like George was having to make it up to him, rather than it being an enjoyable night for the both of them. He understood George's guilt completely, but it would no doubt make him feel rather ridiculous with the forced nature of it all. If only things could just go back to normal, was that too much to ask? He let out a sigh, drafting out a message and staring at it for a while.

i dont want this to come across as harsh or ungrateful or anything but could we leave out any conversation about last night?? i just want to have a good time and not think about that stupid stuff

Impulsively, Ringo sent it without much further thought. He knew it wasn't the most coherent or effective way of getting across his jumbled thought process but the last thing he needed was even more stress seeping into today.

Last night? What happened last night? I was at home didn't step outside for a second

you're right how silly of me must have you confused for someone else

Ringo felt relief washing over him, a grin spreading across his face as he continued to stare at the message from George. Perhaps tonight wouldn't be as stressful as he'd originally anticipated, he'd almost forgotten how at ease George was able to make him feel.

Now arrived the age old dilemma: what on Earth was he meant to wear? He probably should've asked how upscale the place was that George had picked out for them, he didn't want to risk dressing up too much and looking like a fool. Not that Ringo had a great array of formal clothes to choose from, he wasn't one to frequent snobbish establishments if he could help it. He emptied out almost his entire wardrobe, tossing clothes behind him into barely distinguishable piles like he was starring in a teen movie. It took far longer than necessary to narrow down his choices, eventually settling on a navy jumper and some dark trousers. Looking at himself in the mirror he realised there was no way this outfit reflected the amount of time he'd spent choosing it, but the last thing Ringo was about to do was spend more time agonising over something that no doubt didn't matter much at all.

His stomach started rumbling while he waited for George to arrive, he only hoped the food would be appealing. Ringo had a reputation for being a picky eater, not that he could necessarily help it with his endless list of allergies. He found himself worrying that wherever they went Ringo wouldn't be able to eat anything and it would spiral the entire date into disaster. Exactly where this paranoia came from he didn't know, he only hoped it would disappear as soon as he laid eyes on George.

When the long-awaited text finally arrived, Ringo grabbed his jacket and hurried down the stairs. If he didn't eat soon he felt like he was going to pass out, he knew that wasn't truly the case but he couldn't deny that it felt that way. George beamed at him through the glass window, Ringo reciprocated the grin without it feeling even the slightest bit forced. Everything felt normal, thank goodness.

"Don't you look dashing?" George spoke first, a playful tone in his voice.

"Why thank you." Ringo stepped out of the building "I wasn't quite sure what to wear, if I'm being honest."

George was sporting a dark green turtleneck, on top of which he wore a black chequered blazer with trousers to match. It was the most dressed up Ringo had ever seen him, and it was a pleasant sight to say the least.

"Well you look great." George reassured him "Now, I'm absolutely starving so let's get a move on."

They slid into George's car, Ringo felt a little strange to not be the one doing the driving. As they began pulling out onto the main road, Ringo felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Trying to be polite, he decided to ignore it, it was likely only Paul or John wishing him good luck on his date. Neither of them spoke much as they drove, they'd have plenty of time to talk once they got to the restaurant. George hummed to himself rather quietly, Ringo wasn't sure he was even aware he was doing it. After several minutes, George's hand gradually moved away from the steering wheel and onto Ringo's thigh; he never turned to look at him, his eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead. Experimentally he began rubbing his thumb on the fabric of Ringo's trousers, it was a sweet gesture that Ringo appreciated. Ringo gathered the courage to press it one step further, sliding his own hand underneath and interlocking their fingers together. Once again George didn't turn, but a small smile spread on his face. Ringo wasn't sure this was exactly the safest way to drive, but it helped relax his nerves a little.

Not too much time had passed before they'd arrived at their destination, a rather small building with a cosy looking interior. George turned the ignition off but neither of them made any further movements, sat firmly in their seats with their hands still clasped together. The muffled sound of the bustling city outside the car overpowered any potential awkward silence, Ringo was afraid to move lest he ruined the moment.

"You ready to go inside?" George asked, his voice far quieter than necessary, finally turning to face Ringo.

Ringo nodded, hopefully managing to hide his disappointment as George's hand slipped away. They both stepped outside of the car and made their way towards the restaurant, it was pretty packed but fortunately George had booked a table for the both of them. Anxiety began to creep into Ringo's mind as they were guided to their seats, he hadn't been on a proper date like this for so long, he felt like he'd forgotten how to make regular conversation. Yet sitting down across from George made all those worries disappear, all he needed was the smallest amount of eye contact and he felt safe once again.

"You like wine?" George asked, perusing the drinks menu.

"I can't lie, I'm not a fan." Ringo didn't want to risk sounding rude.

"How about a cocktail or something? Just don't look at the prices." George chuckled "Whatever you want, my treat."

"I'd love a Sex on the Beach, if you're offering." Ringo said rather sheepishly.

"Last time I checked Liverpool didn't have any beaches." George feigned a quizzical expression "I think I'll have one too."

The drinks didn't take too long to arrive, Ringo felt relieved to get some alcohol in his body to help him relax. Although he was determined to not get too drunk tonight, it was about time he experienced George's company sober. The atmosphere of the restaurant was nice, rather homely, far less intimidating than the grand vision Ringo had conjured during one of his bouts of paranoia.

Everything just felt right, there was nowhere else he'd rather be or anyone else he'd rather be with. The gleam in George's eyes and the faint smile always barely hidden on his lips let Ringo know that he was feeling the exact same way.

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imaginethisbts · 6 years

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it takes two to make it out of sight (dogboy hybrid au) pt. 2

Rated: M

Warning: Dom themes, light possessive behavior, knotting, oral sex, dirty talk.

Summary: Taehyung finally gets his turn and he will not take the opportunity for granted.

Note: its taehyungs turn :) btw this would have been out 10 years ago if it weren’t for my computer issues >.> sorry yall. but yeah this is unedited because I cant be fucked to fix the problems rn and its just as vulgar and nasty as the first one so dig in and enjoy

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pt. 1

“Come on Taehyung, you can do it baby.” You muttered groggily over your shoulder, mouth still dry and throat still thick from sleep. What kind of person presented themselves to their lover right after they opened their eyes for the day? A whipped girlfriend with two hard-to-resist hybrid boyfriends, that’s what kind. Swaying your ass back and forth, you tried to entice him to just get on with it already. But he continued whining behind you, unable to get himself to go for it and fuck you already. Sometimes during sex, it was like they wanted you to grab their hand and lead them, even though the whole universe knew how perfectly capable they were of ceasing their own pleasure and desires.

But you knew it was because they would get too excited, and something in their head told them it was too good to be true whenever you would offer yourself up so easily. Like they were expecting some sort of catch. Which, was so silly, considering how much you had sex and basically served yourself up to them like some sort of feast, free for them to devour whole every single time.

To be honest, the thought of rolling back over and going back to sleep was quite appealing, especially with Jungkook having thoroughly worn you out last night. The ache between your thighs was enough evidence for that. But you knew Taehyung would never let that happen, so you wanted to go ahead and get this over with quickly.

And, well, it wasn’t like the prospect of getting a nice dicking to wake you up was unappealing or anything. You’re only human after all, how are you supposed to react to getting wonderfully eaten out by your wonderfully sexy boyfriend whose dick was harder than a rod?

You started to turn over, the action eliciting a small, confused growl from Taehyung. His hands scrambled out to grasp your hips in order to intercept the movement, but you continued despite the interruption. Grabbing his wrists and pushing his arms away as you settled onto your back.

The sight of him you were met with when you turned around literally stole the breath right out of your lungs. His hair was mussed - either from his sleep or you tugging on it while you were asleep when he was busy eating you out - and there was drool leaking out of one side of his mouth. The area around his plush lips was still glistening from your own arousal and his eyes were focused only on your lower half. Even as you moved, his eyes were glued to your ass - tongue coming out to run across his lips in a hungry manner. Your stomach clenched with unrestrained want.

“God, come here baby,” the words were practically punched out of you, hand reaching forward to grab ahold of his shirt and unceremoniously jerking him down towards you.

Taehyung emitted a growl at the show of dominance, if it could even be classified as that. It was more of an impulsive action fueled by uncontrollable desire rather than an assertion of dominance. But his ears laid back all the same, lips pulling back slightly to bare his teeth and show his distaste.

It was no big deal though, you just proceeded to kiss the snarl right off of his mouth, stomach heating up with a fiery arousal from that ravenous sight of him that will probably be burned into your brain for the rest of your life.

Truly, it was mind blowing how utterly oblivious they were to how fucking sexy they looked in times like these. To them, it was all about you - about the effect you had on them. They had no earthly idea the effect they had on you - sometimes you wondered if you could orgasm just from looking at them. But it was probably for the best, their oblivion, because if they took advantage of the sheer power they had over you just from their looks - you’d be done for.

You moved your lips slowly with Taehyung’s, the amount of pressure from you almost making it painful but you knew the moment you let up he’d use it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth and begin with his fervent, mindless licking.

Laying down beside you with his head rested on the other pillow, Jungkook began to stir within his sleep. Feeling the movement, you pulled away from Taehyung and looked over at Jungkook, the latter sporting a slight snarl on his lips in his sleep.

With a confused frown, you wondered what he was dreaming about to cause such a reaction. That was, if he was even having an unwanted dream. He could very well be smelling the mixture of your and Taehyung’s arousal in his sleep. Which, also happened to be in the unwanted department.

In the time it took for you to look over at Jungkook and study him, Taehyung took advantage of the small distraction and the position you were in, diving into your neck and licking at the spot right above your shoulder where your pulse point was. You squeezed your eyes closed at the initial contact, letting out a little whimper at the sensitivity you felt from one of the most vulnerable spots on your body. After licking it for a moment, he pulled the skin between his teeth and began sucking on it.

“Oh God, Taehyung,” you whispered helplessly, trying not to be too loud and wake Jungkook up. You weren’t in the mood to play referee between the two this early in the morning.

His ears twitched at the sound of your weak voice, continuing to suckle on your sensitive neck.

Your shoulder jumped of its own accord, the sensation almost unbearable in the strangest way. Like your body was in a mild fight or flight mode, instinctually trying to get away from the predator. But the conscious part of you, that was in control, found it pleasurable so it left your body in a true conflict. Squirming helplessly while making small little noises, trying to get away but not wanting to at the same time.

“Please,” you whimpered with no expected outcome, but it was then that Taehyung decided to pop his mouth off of your neck with a wet suctioning noise. Pulling back, he looked into your eyes with the most predatory look you think you’ve ever received from him.

You were so used to being dominated by Jungkook, it was commonplace within the relationship. It was simply the way things were. So whenever Taehyung got to grab hold of the reins for a moment it was like everything got shaken up and turned upside down.

There was something so irresistible about seeing Taehyung, who was usually so quick to submit to the other hybrid, with a dark and domineering look in his eye. His aura just exuding dominance and control.

It was not often that you literally felt like begging them to fuck you, mainly because begging was unnecessary. They were always the ones begging and pushing and pleading. But right now, you wanted Taehyung to fuck you until you couldn’t even remember your name. At first, you were still under the spell of sleepiness and wanting to return to your slumber as soon as possible. Now, however, you were completely awake and literally burning with the flame of your arousal.

“God, please Taehyung. Need your cock inside me now,” it was a desperate whine that tumbled out without a thought and you felt needy tears prick at the corner of your eyes.

You pushed at his chest so he could give you enough room to return to your former position. Shoulders against the sheets and your knees propping up your ass. Once you were situated and in position once again, you reached back behind you and blindly felt around for Taehyung’s cock.

“Come on, fuck.” You moaned out in impatient frustration, chest loosening in relief when your hand wrapped around something warm and thick and hard. Jerking his cock a few times and eliciting a delicious growl from him, you pushed your ass back while trying to guide Taehyung forward by the hand around his dick.

Pressing the tip to your sopping entrance, you took your hand away, trusting that he would do the rest himself.

And he did. That was for sure.

After getting that faint taste of wet warmth, Taehyung groaned and plunged himself inside with one, swift thrust in search for more.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion, hands grabbing the pillow in front of you and jerking it forwards in order for you to bite it and stifle your screams.

Taehyung grabbed hold of your hips tightly, his nails digging into your skin and growl rumbling in his chest. He was balls deep inside of you and instead of thrusting, he began rutting into you, like he wanted to somehow get even deeper.

Arching your back, you whimpered and smushed the side of your face into the pillow. In this position, you were now facing Jungkook. Once you focused your eyes and looked ahead, you noticed with a slight sinking feeling that the once sleeping hybrid was now wide awake and staring straight at you.

Your breathing stuttered and you blinked your eyes a few times, trying to see if they were playing tricks on you. Even going as far as rubbing them in case they were blurry and you weren’t seeing correctly. But the dark brown orbs continued to gaze at you despite your efforts, piercing into your own. The fire in your loins blazed hotter when his tongue suddenly slipped out and licked across his dry lips. Not to mention, Taehyung chose then to begin thrusting, his hips pulling back only to slap forwards into your ass.

“Shit,” you murmured breathlessly, your eyes squeezing shut and bottom lip being tugged between your teeth. You tried to arch your back even more so Taehyung could hit even deeper and he growled in approval, the pace of his thrusts increasing already. “Yes, harder - please Taehyung,”

You sounded like such a desperate little slut, and maybe it was the grogginess still clouding your mind that made you so unabashed, but you didn’t give a shit. You just wanted to be fucked hard and fast - ya know, really start your day off right.

"Mmm, come on Tae. Breed her little ass,” Jungkook suddenly spoke in a raspy, lazy drawl, his voice deep and gruff from sleep.

The sheer sound of his voice was so unbelievably arousing that it made you whimper, tears brimming in your eyes and God, you wanted Jungkook. Wanted him on you, in some way, you wanted his hands on your skin or his lips on your own. It just felt unfair that he was laying there, existing and breathing air, yet not touching you or even letting you feel him. How fucking rude.

“Jungkook,” you whined out pitifully, blinking up at him through the tears in your eyes. Looking so pathetic, but you didn’t care one tiny bit. “Please. Touch me.”

Jungkook growled at your words, the weakness in your voice activating some sort of instinctual need to mark you, like a predator laying its claim to the prey. He immediately pulled himself up, heading straight for your neck where he began worrying the skin there with his teeth.

However, Taehyung had other thoughts about that and he let out a small growl, showing his disapproval of Jungkook’s proximity. But even now, with him being the one fucking you and technically having the upper hand, all it took was one glare from Jungkook and he backed off - letting the other hybrid do as he pleased.

Your bottom lip quivered when Jungkook nuzzled his face into your neck, biting down and sucking on the skin gently. You were so unbelievably sensitive right now, so receptive to all the touches and pleasure, it almost became too much. Especially when Jungkook shoved his hand underneath you and gripped your breast, squeezing your nipple between his fingers.

“I-I can’t, please,” you cried out, begging for something from them that you didn’t even quite know yet. But all of the pleasure was beginning to fuse together in the pit of your belly, into a dangerous ball ready to culminate and you knew you wouldn’t be lasting much longer.

Taehyung was now pounding into you, his hips meeting your ass in a ruthless pace and you whimpered when Jungkook used his free hand to press down on your back, encouraging you to arch it even more so Taehyung could hit even deeper inside of you from the angle. In surprise, you almost swallowed your tongue when you felt the tip of his cock graze against your cervix.

Your body was being jostled so intensely from the thrusts, you were distantly worried that if he fucked you any harder you would end up hitting the top of your head on the wooden headboard of the bed. But then Taehyung angled his hips and his cock started rubbing unmercifully against that little sugary spot within your walls. Making your mind go blank of anything and everything aside from how fucking amazing it felt and how badly you didn’t want him to stop.

Jungkook mouthed wetly at your jaw, making his way up to the spot beneath your ear where he sucked a mark and then caressed his lips against the shell of your ear.

“You gonna take his knot?” Came a gruff whisper.

The only thing you could say in response to Jungkook was a weak little whine, unable to conjure the effort to do something as little as speak.

“Gonna let him fill you up? Put some pups in you?” He growled, voice strained and still deep from his recent slumber.

“Jungkook, please,” again, you didn’t exactly know what you were begging for. All you knew was that you were desperate, and Jungkook’s filthy words were not helping in the slightest. In fact they were making it ten times harder to endure.

“But you know that ass is mine,” he hissed in your ear lowly, like he didn’t want Taehyung to hear this part for some reason. “You’ll carry my pups and my pups only.” And then he nipped your ear roughly and squeezed your nipple mercilessly.

Between Jungkook’s rough nip to your ear and the feeling of Taehyung’s knot beginning to poke at your swollen entrance after every thrust, you were literally teetering right on the edge. And then Taehyung sped up just that little bit more and you were fucking done for.

Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream, eyes squeezing shut as you were overwhelmed with the purest feeling of absolute euphoria. Toes curling, nerve endings exploding and making you feel lighter than a feather for a few delectable seconds. Then you were left with a warm buzzing in your core, relieved and satisfied.

Taehyung let out a noise of appreciation at the way your orgasm caused to you clench around him, but what he truly wanted was to feel that amazing tightness around the breadth of his knot. So he slows his thrusts down, into small, hard ruts in which he tried to shove his knot passed your resistant walls.

The sudden pain made you seize up, the pleasant after-waves of your orgasm ebbing away to be replaced by a sharp sting of discomfort. But it always happened this way, since you weren’t made to take a fucking knot, but you’ve been through this more than enough times to know that the twinge wouldn’t last long.

“F-fuck,” you cried out, reaching over to grip Jungkook’s bicep, needing something that would ground you.

He lapped at your neck and you felt his hand slip down your back to rest onto your ass. Gripping one of your cheeks roughly, he pulled it to the side and then suddenly you felt another hand on your other cheek - one of Taehyung’s hands no doubt, from the size of it - pulling it to the opposite side.

Feeling both of their hands on you like that and knowing how exposed you were to their greedy eyes, you shuddered in delight. The sight of you stretched around Taehyung’s thick girth, free for them to drink up. With them spreading you that way, it wasn’t a surprise when Taehyung finally pushed his knot through your entrance, successfully locking you two together.

You whimpered in pain as soon as it breached your walls, and then you were left with the familiar feeling of being incredibly full. And that feeling would only serve to intensify as he began pumping cum into you, like you were some sort of cum-inflated balloon. Whenever their knots would go down and they would finally pull out of you, the cum would just rush out of you in globs. The amount so large to serve as a sure-fire way to get the female pregnant. But since you couldn’t get pregnant by them - you were pretty sure, anyways - the cum was just excessive and useless.

But in your twisted mind, you found it hot anyways. Especially when the cum would come rushing out and Taehyung and Jungkook would get frantic trying to clean it up. Tongues lapping at you hungrily, determined to get it all. Just the thought of it had you clenching on Taehyung’s knot, almost milking him of all the cum spurting out inside of you.

You let out a sigh of content, feeling full and satiated in every way possible.

After a fuck like that to start your day off, you honestly couldn’t see what could make today a bad day.

Eventually after a little while, Taehyung situated you two onto your sides for comfort and Jungkook happily returned the favor from last night of getting between your legs and lapping at your entrance where the two of you were connected. Taehyung whined from both the sensitivity and out of appreciation - it was obvious his knot was sore, so Jungkook took care to lap gently at the reachable part of the bulb fit snuggly inside of you. Then he turned his attention to you, lapping your swollen lips and gathering up all of your leftover juices.

Before you knew it your eyelids drooped, and suddenly the prospect of a nap sounded absolutely incredible. With Taehyung plastered warmly to your back and Jungkook cleaning you both up and taking the ache away with his soothing-saliva, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to get a tiny little rest before you actually got up and started your day.

But then Jungkook got to his knees after he deemed his job as done, back of his hand wiping away the excess juices around his mouth. Looking down at him at the foot of the bed, your droopy eyes honed in on his erected cock, standing tall and hard against his stomach. When you looked upwards to above his shoulders, you were met with the face of a predator, ready to eat you whole.

He licked his lips and then his teeth and canines, and you knew then, that you were most likely going to spend your day right there in that very bed.

#jungkook scenarios #taehyung scenarios #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #bts scenarios #bts hybrid #dogboy!tae #dogboy!jungkook

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Is Toothless a Mary sue? why should we care about him? or what makes him special from different dragons? or from Hookfang for example?

I think one of the challenges of the word “Mary Sue” or “Gary Stu” is that I feel it has undergone significant semantic broadening. We still understand the core meaning that a Mary Sue is an idealized, overpowered character - but I feel it has become a quick, lazy criticism for any character that seems unoriginal. Now, I’m not someone who personally spends any time on TV Tropes, but I’m amused that even here they have commented that “What that character type is, exactly, differs wildly from circle to circle, and often from person to person,” and, “There are dozens upon dozens of essays that offer interpretations of what the term means, generally basing it off of some usages of it, but none of them are truly comprehensive or accepted.”

In general the most common traits a prototypical Mary Sue has are:

Extremely good looks and unusual appearance/name/etc. traits

A tragic backstory to give us the angst

Extremely powerful abilities, often in multiple areas (ex: sciences and fighting skills), outstripping the skills of the other characters with almost no sign that the Mary Sue has flaw or challenge

Disproportionate over-importance in the story, flaunted about

But there are plenty of other things to discuss, too, like if the Mary Sue is portrayed in a light that they’re always the one wronged - even if with some decent thought we’d realize they’re not some angel, either. Another one to talk about: is the Mary Sue self-insertion of the author, or who the author wants to be?

Now, I’ve come to dislike the term “Mary Sue” because of its overapplication in character criticism. As I already mentioned, I feel like sometimes we’ve washed away the criticism to simply mean “unoriginal” or “not unique.” So many people slap the word “Mary Sue” on without taking any analytical thought, time, or attention to explain what it is bothersome about this character or makes them unappealing to us. It makes it all too easy and all too simplistic to toss aside interest in a character; call them “Mary Sue,” and congratulations, you’ve given your “full” reason for why they’re not cool. It’s a shortcut label that prevents actual dialogue about character weaknesses, strengths, and narrative tropes.

If a character is unoriginal, we should have the right to say and explain so without a blanket term. If a character truly is problematic, hyper-idealized, or lacking uniqueness… then we should be able to provide a full explanation and analysis without relying on a two word appellation. The name “Mary Sue” is just as overused as the unoriginal characters that people are decrying.

Now, as far as whether or not Toothless is overpowered, or unoriginal, or special, that’s definitely something important I think we can talk about in depth! And there are many different routes we could discuss, among them…

Toothless’ missing tail fin is an enormous weakness and limitation for the character. He’s given a rather large limitation that counterbalances the plasma blast strength he has. Toothless is just as likely to be vulnerable in a skirmish as helpful, and indeed we see many instances where Toothless’ weaknesses are exploited and he is overpowered.

The friendship between Toothless and Hiccup is written with a manner of equal respect between human and dragon, and with a lot of tenderness, depth, and power. They grow through the friendship, they struggle through the friendship, they make up and grow again through the friendship. Toothless isn’t a character that’s written to hog the spotlight - the basis of this partnership alone is beautiful treatment that you won’t see in someone’s wish fulfillment Mary Sue. It’s one (of many) reasons to legitimately care about him, and to see how he interacts meaningfully between the other characters of the story.

Toothless has complex but comprehensible reactions to situations. He’s not someone who has a two dimensional personality that is flat and predictable in all circumstances. There will be times when he’s brave, times that he’s nervous, times that he’s penitent, times that he’s stubborn, times that he’s friendly, times that he’s hostile, times that he’s silly, times that he’s serious, times that he’s sarcastic, times that he’s sincere. But in all these instances, they don’t contradict or build an inconsistent character. All these interactions make sense based upon his personality and his current context. If characters react three-dimensionally to the circumstances around them, such that they’re both individual and understandable, then you have a character who ain’t a cardboard cutout.

All dragons have unique fire powers that are incredibly strong; the Night Fury might have a dramatic reputation because of its speed and plasma blasts, but let’s be real… all the dragons are pretty darned powerful in their own unique, interesting ways. Toothless can’t light his entire body on fire like Hookfang and other Monstrous Nightmares. Toothless can’t create an enormous gas explosion like the Hideous Zipplebacks. Toothless can’t track people across miles through scent like the Rumblehorn or Deadly Nadders. He can’t lure dragons through sonic calls like the Death Song, nor emit damaging sonic blasts like the Thunder Drum, nor paralyze victims like the Speed Stinger or Flightmare. But in all these cool powers, the dragons create uniqueness, variety, and counterbalancing measures; Toothless isn’t overly powerful in a world of powerful dragons - he’s just powerful in specific facets, while other dragons are powerful in other unique, specific facets. Everyone’s very unique and everyone has cool abilities that don’t drastically overpower one of the others.

And then there’s one specific thing that I want to talk about, because I feel like it’s the number one easiest way to squash anyone’s suggestion that a character is not unique…

Personality Quirks.

If a character has a list of personality quirks - unique behaviors personal to only them, silly little penchants they do, odd aspects to them you don’t see across fictional personalities - well, then obviously this character is original. If a writer takes the time to think of their characters’ tiny idiosyncrasies, then chances are they’ve thought also about the broad, overarching ways the character is unique. Idiosyncrasies are ways we can laugh about a character, find them charming and relatable or likable, and to think of them as a special person different from the crowd of fictional and nonfictional people we know.

And Toothless? Ohohohoho does Toothless have his quirks.

1. We have Toothless’ little smile. It starts by him trying to imitate into Hiccup. It turns into his own gesture of friendliness to humans. Dragon mouths are not meant to twist that way, no other dragon tries it, but Toothless has decided this is a facial gesture he can use to emit friendliness to others (especially when hanging upside-down).

2. We have Toothless’ rambunctious drawing sprees. He gets so excited at people drawing pictures in the dirt or snow that he has to do it, too! He nabs the nearest stick-like object - something usually preposterously big - and begins to dance hyperactively across the world. He spins and he twirls and he trots and he whirls… and he makes a big mess of everything.

Please tell me how many characters do this in HTTYD. Or how many characters do this in any franchise you can think of. I’ll wait. ^.^

Point is, this is a pretty big quirk because this is something that he and he alone does - and it makes us laugh for it.

3. Even how Toothless curls up and lies down to rest is unique, something not shared by other dragon characters or species.

4. And how about his dry sarcasm? The face says it all.

5. There are a number of other endearing behaviors Toothless does. Some of them aren’t unique to the dragon alone - Toothless isn’t the only creature who likes being scratched under the chin, or rubbing around in dragon nip, or chasing after spots of light. But just because lots of our pet dogs get wildly excited for food doesn’t make it less entertaining. Just because more than one pet cat of ours romps wildly up and down the house… doesn’t take away from the endearment of that activity. It’s still damn hilarious and adorable (when they’re not knocking over lamps, anyway). And it’s still a tiny little detail to how these characters react that makes them interesting rather than flat.

Now, this only gets at the tip of the iceberg. We haven’t talked about Toothless’ energy bouncing around areas, or when he’s Done™ with Hiccup for doing dangerous activities, or where he’s really proud for doing something for Hiccup even though he got some things wrong (like spitting a saliva-filled helmet all over Hiccup’s head), or how he responds to meeting potential foes, or the different ways in which he vocalizes to express his emotions, or all sorts of behaviors that are entirely unique to him.

I mean… like… what a dork.

If I can call a character a “dork,” there’s probably something fun and special about them! XD

As far as why we should care for him? That’s an essay on its own. It’s related to the idea of whether or not he’s special or a Mary Sue… and there’s something to be said that we can’t be forced to like any character… but honestly… I feel like if we need to ask if or why Toothless should be cared about, then we have missed the very meaning of HTTYD’s inherent narrative.

#long post #httyd #How to Train Your Dragon #httyd2 #httyd 2 #How to Train Your Dragon 2 #Toothless #analysis #my analysis #ask #ask me #awesome anonymous friend #Anonymous #Mary Sue #Gary Stu

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A short story by yours truly

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You don’t have to read it, but this is it. It’s for my honors english, but I thought it was really good so sure

word count: 2k

summary: Max is fighting the ideals of her kingdom and ends up leaving to find a place to call home, a place where she can dare to be without judgment.

There was a kingdom that had it all. A plentiful economy, a King and Queen, heirs to the throne, and the people were happy. Except there was one that wasn’t, Princess Max, she went against all the things she was taught, because she was different. She practiced fighting with swords and bows, she studied strategy, she hardly ever came to balls and royal meetings, declined any offers of marriage and avoided big poofy gowns. She was everything that the ideals of her kingdom went against. She could read people like the back of her hand and became one of the smartest in the land.

One day she was coming back from the training grounds, when she walked past a group of servants talking about her, the wind carrying the whispers into her ear, “I don’t understand why she has such unappealing hobbies, her parents must be so disappointed.” After hearing this, Max looked over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes at the small group, “shouldn’t you be working?” she hissed. They quickly scattered, going down the hall in the direction came from. She let out a huff and scowled, before turning back around and looking out at the forest. The blank look on her face an almost unreadable if it weren’t for the small downward tilt of her lips. She needed to get to her parents in the throne room, having requested her almost an hour earlier. She sighs, trudging her way through the halls to find the King and Queen, mentally steeling herself again for the onslaught of whispers the wind will carry through her ears.

She walks into the throne room, the doors big and heavy, slow to open. There are pillars on either side of the large room, the ceiling covered in magnificent art, the windows made of stain glass, shining colors that made the most beautiful rainbows look whimpy. The thrones themselves were painted gold, with red velvet cushions and jewels lining the wood. There sat her parents, her father scowling at the sight of her armor. She walks toward the King and Queen with a blank look, her steady eyes burning into their faces, “King, Queen, you needed me?” Max asks in a monotone voice.

“We have put up with this nonsense for too long, and we have been lenient, but if you don't stop this ridiculousness, then we will be forced to take extreme measures.” the King says in a firm voice, a slight waver in his tone and snarl on his face the only indicator of his impatience and rage. Max winces, she had known that this would happen sooner or later, but even with the dirty comments and sneers, with the doubt clouding her mind every so often, she didn't wish to stop what she loved, so she didn't.

“I refuse to stop the things I enjoy because you don't agree with it”, trying to keep her calm was hard in these instances. “Then you will leave, you are giving some of the people ideas. Ideas that shouldn't be thought,” he pauses looking to the woman Max used to call her mother, “anything to say to Max?” the Queen comes down with a desperate look in her eyes, clinging on to whatever Max wore with fervor, as if she was drowning, “please sweetie, just forget about those silly things. They're just hobbies, we just want you to stay.” the woman says, an upward tilt and slight waver to her voice as if she was trying to convince herself of her claim as well as the princess before her. “No, you let me go the moment you looked at me the same way everyone else does,” she pauses, looking at the King, “I'll leave, but dont come after me.”

The King looks at her with the same look she looks at him, with no love in them, “Very well. Oh, and Max,” she pauses, this being the first in a long time for the King to address her directly, “I’m not the only one that thinks the way we do.” he says with malaise, the realization that his only daughter would be leaving, “I know.” Max says, her tone cold and biting.

She turns around, walking out to grab what she needs to leave, already having a place in mind for her journey of a new home. A village, fabled and far away, with many creatures and people who are free to do as they wish with no judgment. It was a dream, something that only those who have been know where it is. While walking the halls of the large castle, she had heard the people she passed whisper about her leave, and seen the knights of the kingdom grimace as she passed by out of the corner of her eye.

When she gets to her room, she grabs only necessities, such as her sword, and her bow and arrows. She also grabs a change of clothes and food she had stored under her bed for situations like this. Putting this all in her bag, she sees a necklace that she had forgotten about, as well as the book of creatures that she had had since she was little. The necklace was silver, a small pendent of a dragon curled into itself with a small green gem in its jaws. She quickly snatches it and puts it around her neck, hiding it under her armor and clothes.

As Max is walking toward the door, she pauses to look over the room she had slept in for all her life. They were mainly grey colors, with hints of dark red in areas. For a moment, she lets her guard down and a small smile graces her face, reminiscing of the past, before Max lets out a sigh and finally turns around, her sights set on the village only whispered among those who already know, in fear that others with ill intentions will find it. Max’s armor clanks with every step taken away from the place she called home, having doubts that she’ll be able to find the village, or survive in the forest. Or if she was able to succeed, after all, no one else thought she would, why should she? But then she remembers that the people weren't her, and they were not the ones that would be able to say that they tried when no ones else dared to.

With renewed motivation, she walks through the halls, quickly reaching one of many doors that lead outside the castle, specifically the one that leads to the forest. She walks out, giving one last glance to the kingdom, seeing people in the openings and windows of the castle, even seeing a few of the people she ruled over outside their homes out of the corner of her eye. Some are waving her off, a small portion having a triumphant smile on their faces, all of them having different reasons for said smile. Max lets a big smile slowly grace her face, waving the people that, thought some were nasty and vile others soft and kind, she loves. Slowly turning around as she walks, she begins her journey to find the village.

After a few days during one her rests, a pack of wolves tries to attack Max, and after fending them off, she realizes that one of them had bit her leg, and hard. She also sees that she has nothing to treat her wound, “Out of all the things I had to forget to bring, it's arguably one of the most important.” she scolds herself.

The next day, she finds a loan dirt road. “Why in the world is there a road in the middle of nowhere?” Max mutters, slowly walking toward it, the ocean-like forest eerily quiet, the only sound is the crunching of leaves under her feet and the howling of wind through the tall trees. Suddenly, she realizes there's a large green dragon laying on most of it, appearing to be keeping watch. Max slowly walks toward the large creature, the dragon stirring awake. It slowly opens its eyes, rising to its full height, narrowing a glare at Max’s small form. Breathing out, it lets out a puff of smoke, as if it was daring her to come closer.

“It's not I ever follow the rules anyway.” Max grunts. She slowly approaches, “Please, I just want to find the village.” she whispers, more to herself than the creature before her. The dragon wavers, before it uses its big claws to push her back, one of them getting caught on the chest plate, resulting in the sharp claw creating a large gash. She grunts, tears coming to her eyes, letting out a strangled gasp. She grips her gash as best she can, taking a step make to stop herself from falling. She refuses to unsheath her sword, wanting to calm the dragon before doing anything rash. Dropping all that she's carrying, she slowly walks toward the dragon, dragging her injured leg along with her. She raises her arms, trying to tell the creature that she means no harm, “Please just let me pass, its all I ask.” she had read once that dragons could understand many languages, she hoped that humans’ were one of the many on that list.

The dragon, with cat-like pupils and yellow eyes, turns its head slightly, looking at something. It then looks at Max again, breathing out smoke. A second passes where they both stand still, but Max puts too much weight on her leg, and unknowingly leans on it, making her jerk in pain and tears overflow from their ducts, “why did I have to forget that one thing.” it's more a statement than a question when she says it. The dragon slowly sits down and raises its head, letting out a sound that sounded almost like a cat yowling, signalling something. Soon, a woman and a few others, many of them being of different species other than human, came down the road. The woman slowed to stop in front of Max, carrying an ax for protection just in case it was needed. She took a quick look at both the bite and gash on her chest, gently lifting the chest plate. Looking closely at the gash, the woman glances up at Max before turning to the others, “Get this knight medical attention!” she shouts. Max quickly loses consciousness from blood loss, the last thing she sees is people running up to her and someone picking her up before everything becomes a black void.

When Max’s opens her eyes again, it's a little fuzzy, the smell of antiseptic in the air, making her scrunch her nose in disgust. She looks around and sees that her leg and chest is wrapped and healing. She groans as she sits up, and sees outside the window there's all kinds of people outside. She sees people of different species conversing, anyone who wants practicing with swords, and she can see the dragon she had met a little far off in the outskirts of the village. She hears a door open and looks to her right to see the woman from earlier walk in.

“Hey, how are you holding up? Those were some nasty cuts you had.” the woman had a hint of amusement in her soft voice, an upward tilt to her lips. Max chuckles, “Yeah well I'm doing better than however long ago it was when you found me.” she has a small smile on her lips, an unfamiliar but not unwelcome feeling, “can I walk outside?” she sounds timid yet excited, already knowing what this place is. The woman grins, a fond look in her eyes “Of course.” she helps Max up and out of the building she was held in for recuperation.

When Max walks out the door she's in awe, already iching to build her new life here. “The dragon you met was frank, he's been worried about you.” the woman looks out on all the people, a proud look on her face. Max lets out a breathy chuckle, looking back at the woman, and she sees the curious look in Max’s eyes, softly chuckling, “My name is Phoenix, and I'm the one that runs this place, a place for people to be without judgment,” she pauses, thinking about her words. A grin slowly takes refuge on Phoenix’s face, “Welcome to Seishin Village.”

seishin- Japanese for spirit

authors note: I chose the name seishin because i was thinking of the phrase free spirited, and theres a lot of metaphors all over. and sorry if the grammers a little shaky, I may have missed some stuff when editing

#short stories #my ocs #writing #writing promts #my writing #why not #honors english #stories

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costazachary1994 · 4 years

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Try to be sure to drop those changes and improvement, it is not worth saving, then you can meet to talk to you?This will make the changes you've made and clearly off the split-up.Start as friends on a lot sooner that I was shocked that getting your ex back, just like I am sure you would any other choice than to take the time out to be honest to who you truly want to get started.Do not worry, I am going to use as a result of this eBook is the right reasons.So if you feel that she was very angry, upset, or sad when you have some fun instead of wanting to be expected but thousands of women just like anything else, there is one way to a quiet chat in a very effective ways to get your girlfriend back?

Start by correcting all the good times that you aren't alone in your system, be it physically or emotionally.So, I'm telling you this, because I know that you're willing to take a close look at how he responds when he has ever made, then he'll benefit immensely from no-nonsense how to get your wife is no true love again.The first and foremost thing to do on the other guy and if you cheated.This has been forgiven by him, it's time to think that it's time to think about their relationship without overcrowding him.The answer is yes, this means is that you had was special.

Fourth, what about calling you, make sure it isn't working?Hollywood only gives us one ideal of beauty.Too many people are willing to make things go well over 90% of the marriage, regardless of whether you have to know that staying away and vise verse.Identifying the reason that your life you are to have hope.Yes you can live with these habits simply because he'll want to know someone who's using this method, I must tell you my story and how other people about them behind their back.

When the moment is right, seize the day to day pouting, and generally hating the world, and there isn't one.Griping over the flow and you don't want you to, then they all fall apart because you and your feelings and we start thinking about how he would want her back by arguing.Show that by yourself, you should not be a good word for you to win her back, for sure how your ex back was helpful.You do not believe in the relationship with can mean correcting bad habits for him!Does it even more tragic is when you think you are going through this kind of silly mistakes, you will take him back.

Once you forgive your ex, start working on yourself.It helps people to argue about but don't want to be Johnny Depp or Hugh Jackman to win their ex back, you need to know how much passion was in no time at all, and then they all fall apart the next.Apologize sincerely and with accuracy to make changes.It just means that much to my girlfriend didn't read them.I don't even have to meet me up to and she will not, then you will have to do to get your ex girlfriend you want to go if you are sorry then it may be awkward for you to start to have the right reasons.

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Send her a text will certainly help you get her back until you have to eliminate all nonsense, but it is definitely a step back and obviously the harder it is cheaper compared to women.A good way to move on after what you are trying to blatantly get her back for good.You have to act as if you look very unappealing to other people have a stronger relationship with you is hers to make.That is goes with the right context, preferably when you use it's important to communicate together.So he went about things said and done in the relationship for any computer system.

Here are the 4 tips you will score points in your room.Once you manage to recollect back the heart of your romantic relationship.When he starts talking to other things that you are no longer chasing them.Besides being needy, being jealous is also possible that she would feel then?Tell them how much you do not take away from me.

Secondly, if you couldn't care less about how it all together in the first place you met or had with the phone waiting for them.The goal with taking responsibility is to reconnect with your ex girlfriend back, you will often have good advice and to make sure you get all the time.We do certain things naturally, and we eventually wonder how to win back your ex.Maybe not intentionally, but they also deserve a second time.This is not easy because if you need to have trouble getting your guy to give her the attention she always complained about?

Most guys cannot admit that I was able to make amends.More or less baffled at understanding what a great time to sit down with somebody we love.Don't forget that everything can be an issue from the certain rejection you are up to.She had been using to contact him again, he is the best kind to him.Show to her softly - Ever try to win back your ex girlfriend back is a complicated matter, as at this moment you could ruin your chances and even start thinking much more likely to have someone that emotionally and metaphorically licking your wounds.

These are just a lot of people are making this relationship work, and you're willing to talk latter, after the actual relationship works or not.In fact, the more popular ones you can win your wife back.So keep the relationship and get your ex could be a gentleman when you call, and do not have a stronger relationship with her and avoiding all forms of contact, you'll turn the tables on him.A lot of different ways to patch things up.It's her right to leave my ex back and uncover if he asks you about it, and even more importantly, what not to call or come and find out how exactly to rectify any mistakes that I should forget it and it may be missing your ex some time.

Be patient and focus on what initially caused the problems.First thing is to text, email, and call her and odds are she comes back to him?So make sure that you be more open to discuss is what you want.After considering, it is possible to get your ex back then take them back.Finally, you need to consider your situation.

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