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5 songs i’ve had on repeat lately
Tagged by @mysimsloveaffair. Thanks! I feel like I’ve done this tag quite recently but I feel like sharing some music again haha. I’ve been all over the place with genres lately. 😅
Anyway, in no particular order:
Taylor Swift - Carolina
Orla Gartland - Why Am I Like This?
Bon Jovi - Born To Be My Baby
Sonata Arctica - Fullmoon
Journey - Separate Ways
I’m gonna tag @poisonfireleafs, @arogaba, @dragonplumbobs, @bobapplesimblr, @fatessimstuff, @wannabecatwriter and everyone who wants to share what they’ve been listening to lately. No pressure of course, feel free to ignore! 😄
#tags#about me#i always try to keep these tags limited to one genre#but i can't even decide on a genre these days lol#but i feel like the 80s are slowly but surely winning#yes the stranger things hyperfixation (or more precisely eddie munson hyperfixation) is not over yet lol#he's to blame but like...thank you eddie#i very much enjoy this
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seven days (m) (teaser) | jjk
POSTED HERE JULY 22ND, 2023!!
upcoming series: seven days (m)
pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader(f)
genre/rating: m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; roommates to lovers au
summary: you dump yet another guy that wasn’t up to your “ten day standards,” which leaves your cocky ass, very off-limits roommate to tease your single status yet again. but the teasing is always expected. what’s not expected, is the bet that you make without thinking. the bet that even though you give ten days, he wouldn’t even last seven.
warnings: cursing, alcohol/vape mentions, parties, he wears glasses sometimes😔👍, chains bc it’s tradition atp lmaooo, cocky!jk, feelings🤕, big big big jk, flirty!jk, baddie!reader😌, multiple explicit scenes🫠, jk constantly in grey sweatpants and nothing else :))), full lists to be revealed each chapter!
notes: …so this song called seven dropped and—
notes 2: but really there was a fic that had been in the wips for a minute, and i just so happened to have a burst of energy to expand on it so here we are! making it a series to allow myself time to dedicate meaningful energy to each scene and not rush them💕
est. chapters: prologue | mon | tue | wed | thurs | fri | sat | sun | seven days
est. running dates: july-september 2023
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teaser: below the cut if you want a taste 🩵
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“Sure did,” Jungkook puffs before stepping away, taking all the tight space with him and letting you breathe again. “But all I’m saying is, you gotta lower your standards or—”
“No.”
“Or,” he continues, giving you a look, “Not complain if they’re too high.”
“Well, thank you.” With your nose grazing the sky, you point out, “I’d like to think they’re just right.”
“What even are they anyway? All you’ve said is something about ten days.”
“That’s basically it,” you murmur, resting your arms on the island as to not have your chest in full view. “If I still like someone after ten days, I know I’d be fine dating them for real.”
There’s silence when you finish. When you finally look, the gawk you’re getting in return almost makes you laugh. “What?”
“You mean those days are only a trial run?”
You do break into laughter this time, burying your face in slight shyness. “And what about it!”
“Are you serious—?” Jungkook rounds the island so that he can speak directly at your hidden features. “Has anyone even gotten past all ten with you?”
You pause, breath fanning the granite top beneath you and wisping around your face. When you lift your gaze above your arms, you keep it trained on the countertop instead of his curiosity,
“No.”
He doesn’t say a word.
“Not since my standards changed.”
And you think that’s the end of this conversation. Because what else is there to say? You know your expectations are impossible but you think this is a hell of a lot better than—
“I could do it.”
“What.” A glare is shot. “Absolutely not.”
“Why not?”
“You? No.” You shake your head. “You wouldn’t even last seven.”
“Try me,” he challenges, and you still can’t take him seriously despite the fire in his eyes. “I’ve lasted a lot more than that as your roommate, right?”
“But that’s—this is—this is different! Be for real, Kook.” You vacate the island and head to your room, having enough of his teasing for one morning.
But you get stopped at the doorway, a bare chest and chains blocking your vision and sending your mind into a frenzy. When you flick your gaze to his face, he simply says, with the straightest expression,
“I am.”
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tbc. :))
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a/n: yeah idk what happened to me. one moment i was saying i wasn't gonna get bitten by the seven bug, and the next.. well. this happened lol. anyway! taglist is on a form so that i can easily keep track of who to tag. pls make sure to either tell me ur age in the survey or to have it on your blog bc i check all entries when tagging. prologue is already written and will be up soon!
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zb1 as the "best friend's brother" trope
genre: fluff/comedy
pairing: reader (gn) x all members of zerobaseone
about/tags: zerobaseone as "best friend's brother" but not all are romantic
thank you anon for req, some are not accurate in terms of siblings, mentions of violence but not actually violent, kinda pg for jiwoong, secret relationships for some, yujin is platonic!
⠀⠀ kim jiwoong ⠀⠀
"she's gonna kill me when she finds out, you know"
jiwoong is occupied with tracing small kisses along your neck, too busy showering you with affection to care about what his sister thinks about dating you
"so?" he says. you try to push him away, giggling while you try to explain that older brothers are usually off limits.
he's a full on tease, and he knows exactly the power he holds over you when he says "you'd bend the rules for me though, yeah?"
you kiss him again as confirmation "yeah, yeah i would"
your best friend, does in fact think about ~killing~ you when she finds out
but she sees how much her brother has changed, he's happier now, and decides maybe it is better that you stay together.
⠀⠀ zhang hao ⠀⠀
(i know he's an only child so let's just pretend okay)
one thing about you and hao is that you can both take a secret to your graves
so no one ever finds about you sneaking out of his sister's room during your weekend sleepovers, only to cuddle up to him on his bed. no one finds out about the secret dates you go on in the next town over, so that you don't get caught. and no one finds out about the secret phones you both use to contact each other.
if you have to be in the same room together, he's not even making any eye contact with you. it's better to ignore each other in public, like you always have.
when you guys are 7 months into the relationship, spooning on his bed, he asks "how long do you want to keep us a secret?
to which you reply "not any longer than you want to."
so yeah, you can both keep a secret – until you decide you want to share it to the world
your friend is disgusted, but happy for you. emphasis on disgusted tho.
⠀⠀ sung hanbin ⠀⠀
you like going to ludia cafe because one, food is always free as long as you're with hanareum (hanbin's younger sister) and two, hanbin makes the said food
you have a massive schoolgirl crush on hanbin, and he is aware to some degree that you like him. i mean you ask all sorts of questions like "oppa what do you like doing for fun?" or "oppa are you seeing anyone?" "oppa what are you going to study for university? "
and him being the nice person that he is, he answers all your questions genuinely with a large customer service smile
after he debuted you kept supporting him as a fan, only to show up to girls planet season two a year later to make your debut too.
when he sees you again, hanbin tells you that you grew up really well, and that you can rely on him as a sunbae. your relationship stays like that for a while, platonic hoobae and sunbae. on holidays, you even travel to your hometown together. and you see each other outside work often because you both show up to support hanareum's sporting events.
it takes a while, like YEARS, for hanbin to view you as a potential romantic interest. but seeing you laugh alongside his sister during chuseok, he can't help but think about how you're technically already part of the family.
⠀⠀ seok matthew ⠀⠀
don't get it twisted HE has a crush on YOU
being neighbors and the same age as his older sister yaeby, meant that you practically grew up in the seok household too. but you always viewed matthew as your best friend's dorky little brother.
you and yaeby used to dress him up in girl clothes and make him perform, and as he got older, this evolved to him becoming an errand boy for whenever you guys had parties or friends over. matthew of course he did everything you asked because he finds you so so so pretty, how can he say no?
you're an avid supporter of their entire family, so you also fly to korea to support matthew during the finals, along with his mom and sister. he's a little surprised when he sees you, then a little embarrassed when he realized you also saw him cry like a baby.
you ruffled his hair and said "congrats matthew!!"
now, he actively flirts with you for fun because you'll always be his first crush. you never considered taking his advances seriously up until recently because when the hell did he grow up
woohyun oppa agenda is working....and yae makes fun of you for it
⠀⠀ kim taerae ⠀⠀
he's practicing a song he wrote in the living room when his older sister innocently asks who it's about
"um...yeah it's...it's umm about...umm.." literally cannot give a straight answer because how do you tell your older sister that it's a song for her best friend
her best friend that he secretly makes out with behind the school parking lot, her best friend that drives with him to go get takeout at 2am, and her best friend that he's so painfully in love with but doesn't have the actual guts to ask them out
"is it about y/n?" he's shocked when his sister asks. he finds out that you've already told her, and he's relieved he doesn't have to walk around eggshells anymore.
actually his sister has known all along, you were very open and honest about it when you started catching feelings about your bff's younger brother. taerae had just assumed you were ashamed to be dating someone a year younger, so he thought he ought to keep it a secret unless told otherwise
when he confesses that to you, you can't help but giggle. you proceed to squish his cheeks as you say "why would I ever want to keep you a secret, silly"
⠀⠀ ricky ⠀⠀
ricky thinks it's so cute, how you're constantly paranoid that someone will catch you two doing something remotely couple-y
you guys weren't a secret or anything, but you wanted to remain ~respectful~ and would very much want to avoid being teased by your friend group. therefore keeping pda at a minimum.
when he hugs you in the middle of his kitchen, you attempt to release his grip from you when you say "what if someone sees, ricky?"
"look around, no one's here" and he's right, no one is there. so you let him bury his face into your neck as he hugs you, and he's whispering something about how you smell like warm vanilla cookies.
when his sister, your best friend, enters the room she says something along the lines of "ugh you two are so gross. get a room."
and you're all like -_- "see. i told you this was gonna happen."
⠀⠀ kim gyuvin ⠀⠀
you have the biggest crush on him and you don't even try to hide it
your best friend tells you that you have no chance, after all his brother is a "hot commodity" in the school. but you wanna make yourself known as an option, you're only a year younger after all!
you literally bum around their house every weekend, and flat out flirt in front of everyone. "when's our date, gyuvin oppa ;)" or "how long are you going to keep me waiting for you?"
you remain unbothered at his clumsy and awkward responses, and strongly believe that in the end, he'll fall for you anyways. your best friend calls you extremely delusional and overconfident – but, gyuvin lowkey finds it adorable that you have a little crush on him
you're right tho about him falling for you in the end
once you stopped visiting the house every weekend, gyuvin asks his brother why you haven't been coming over anymore
"oh hyung, they have a boyfriend now"
and he's all like "boyfriend? since when? what? i thought they liked me?"
is slightly offended and highly intrigued that you got a boyfriend w/o him knowing
⠀⠀ park gunwook ⠀⠀
gunwook often wonders why his older brother isn't dating you.
"hyung, are you sure you're just best friends. like sure sure?"
because he thinks you're the perfect person: beautiful, smart, tall, funny, even plays genshin impact. his brother teases him, "if you think she's so great, why don't YOU date her gunwook-ah"
as if on cue, you walk back into the room and ask what everyone's talking about. and gunwook's brother just full on exposes him like "gunwook has a crush on you"
his cheeks turn so red, and he's so defensive when he says "hyung, i do not!"
you think it's adorable, so you pinch gunwook's bready cheeks :D saying something along the lines of "you're too young for me wookie"
⠀⠀ han yujin ⠀⠀
you're really close friends with yujin's older brother
and yujin often goes to you for "girl advice" since you're the only girl he knows that isn't his classmate sjhdbjh
he'd ask questions about what gifts to give when you confess to someone, what to say in a love letter, and he'd even ask for date place recommendations
you're bamboozled as to why yujin is such a sweet kid, meanwhile his brother is a pain in your friend group's ass
one time yujin got rejected, and you found him sulking alone at the dinner table eating the box of cookies he was gonna give his crush. he offers you one, and you both eat in silence before consoling him.
"yujinie, you're still young. you'll meet plenty of other people that are a far better match for you. don't worry." he mumbles something about being single forever and you giggle, telling him he's being a little dramatic lol
A/N: i tried researching on their siblings to find out if y/n would be older or younger lol but again, not all are accurate!!
personally, the jiwoong one got me.
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PLATONIC REQUEST (If you include any romance I will be sad.)
Reader who is adventurous and curious, loving science and fantasy in equal measure—so long as no one tries to misapply them and claim falsehoods are factually true or that stories always need to be scientifically perfect. Intentionally tries to pick up lots of skills. Innocent and childish. Intelligent, but uses internal fact checking to discern lies, which obviously has limitations when trying to determine if someone is lying about *themself.*
Reader is friends with Scar and/or Etho. (So, personally, those two are my favorites right now, and I wish I could be friends with both of them. Approximately everyone who knows me in Real Life is unsurprised by this, because both of them are a type of person I like, and both of them have traits I like and want to cultivate in myself. 🤷♀️ Or at least, everyone would be unsurprised if I were the type of person to talk about having squishes [that's the word for wanting to be friends with someone, like a platonic crush] but I tend to keep my emotions about myself to myself, so only a few actually know.)
Anyway, I think that the differences between Etho and Scar can be really interesting. Of course, you can choose to only include one of them in the resulting Reader Insert story, if asking for two Hermits is too much, or you don't feel familiar enough with one of them to write for them, etc.
Other than the Reader being friends with one or both of the requested characters, you can have a lot of free will in the type and genre of the piece. Want to write silly fun times? I'm down! Want to write an adventure piece? Those are some of my favorites! Want to write about Reader helping the selected character(s) (or vice versa?) Sounds good to me! In the mood to write angst or hurt/comfort? I'll accept that too!
Anyway, if this was all too long, or too vague, or too dull, or you have any questions—you can message me and ask questions or request that I send in a better request myself! 😅
Thank you for your time, consideration, and potential writing!
Fetching Wood!
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Character: Ethoslab x Reader, GTWS x Reader.
Type: Blurb (~2k)
Theme: Platonic
Summary: Unsurprisingly, attempting an adventure on the HermitCraft server attracts shenanigans.
TW: brief swearing.
A/N: I hope I did your ask justice!! These two are so silly together and so adventure awaits. :)
The chirping of birds drifts through the ajar window, letting in the sounds of morning calamity and the gentle breeze that brings with it the scent of deep woods and dirt. Your cluttered desk stands proudly in front of you, stacks of intricate designs meticulously sketched, bottles of experimental potions, gadgets, gears, suspicious white powder, and ink spattered across the solid dark oak. It was your workshop- or at least part of it. At the moment you are preoccupied from tinkering, rather you squint at the mess of your storage trying to decide what exactly this trip warrants.
You see, your build, a large wizard-esc tower and subsequent dungeons was a rather demanding feat, and with your newfound appreciation for the Nether woods and brick, you needed a trip to Nether.
It was much to your surprise that when casually discussing the idea with those surrounding you, your neighbor Etho was quick to jump aboard. Apparently he too needed a restock on warped logs and mushrooms, and was more than happy to tag along to make the process more enjoyable.
It was always exciting seeing the ivory haired man, so many Hermits (including yourself) looked up to him.
With the whole HermitcraftTCG and Decked Out craze of last season he was a hard man to come across besides fleeting moments in games. You would be lying if you said you weren't eager to impress. Tucking another fire resistant potion (you can never be too sure) you sigh and check the time.
No...it couldn’t be that hour already...
Snatching up your backpack and skittering towards the door of your starter-starter base (something you will be tearing down) you made it out into the grass. You were so smart when it came to inventions you'd think you would be a little more aware of the time- but unfortunately not. Being late was an reality you lived with often. Snatching the reins of your beloved horse Millennium, you place a foot in the stirrup and very nearly faceplant off of the other side of his torso. He lets out a vibrating huff and you pout.
“Cmon, I can't have a horse making fun of me.” You scoff, rightening in the saddle. The horse doesn't comment back, shaking out its mane and beginning to trot. You ease Millennium into a canter, riding with practiced ease through the forest towards your neighbor.
It's a bright and sunny day, the wind whipping across your face and tugging at your clothing where it is free from the confines of your armor. You had asked Cleo and Stress to help in making a perfect outfit to combine the high fantasy of the wizard tower with the stylish ease of a scientist. You say they have done wonderfully. Despite not actually having a tower to call home yet, you were eager to leap into the aesthetic.
Spotting the gorgeous blue ceiling you broke into a grin, pressing a bit harder to have your horse break into a dash. Leaping over a small creave you break into the clearing, spotting the man of hour leaning against the side of the portal- a full one with corners and all of course. He straightens at your sudden appearance, watching you with careful eyes- You stand up in the stirrups, throwing a leg over and slowing the horse to let you jump off. Millennium whinnies and turns, slowing to blink at you. You hit the ground with a small ‘oof!’ knees bending to not topple over.
“Tadaaa!” You wiggle in the ever-corny jazz hands, watching his expression crinkle into a smile. His light chuckle makes you beam in pride.
“Woooow what an entrance.” Etho claps slowly, muffled by his fingerless gloves. It was almost sarcastic but it amused him nonetheless. “Almost makes up for the fact you're late- huh?” He prods, clearly in a teasing manner. You pout.
“Only by-” You check your watch. “Half an hour!” It's defensive, but you stick your tongue out to show no harm.
“Mhm, still late.” He turns sharply on his heels, now facing the portal. “We better start moving so we still have daylight!”
“It’s 9:30, plus we’re going to Hell- No sunlight there.” You quickly tie up Millennium, taking a tic to admire the build. Pacing quickly to catch up beside him, you note vaguely that he didn't move, instead throwing a coy smile (Hermits got used to only reading his eyes) down at you before stepping into the swirling purple depths. It was always nauseating, the world thrown off kilter and shapes fluttering behind your eyes. Then the pure heat- it prickles your palms immediately with sweat and makes you wipe them on your pants as you step out onto the odd red stone, slightly squishy under foot. It was an eyesore as always, the usual red cavern punctuated by glowing portals and scattered cobblestone paths.
“Sooooo.” You drawl, turning to face him- he looks odd in the environment. Pale skin and stark haired reflecting the orangish hues of ever-burning fire. Greens of his outfit reminding you much of the holiday season. “Lead the way captain.” You prompt- the notification of ‘Going deeper’ noting your lack of experience in this particular world. He chuckles, but sets off, picking around fires and large craters. You follow to a tee, analyzing the scenery in an attempt to memorize it for later. You've almost committed this well populated spawn area when a panicked scream breaks through the crackling silence. Jumping out of your skin you launch towards Etho- sword drawn. But that scream…It wasn't a ghast-
“NO NO IM SORRY I KNOW I FORGOT GOLD JUST SPARE A SCAR ONE SECOND!-” Hightailing from around a corner the offender nearly knocks into you, letting out a yelp. Scar’s eyes are wide, his expression that of pure terror, cheeks dusted in the same red dust as the scenery. A tic goes by as you open your mouth to speak, at the same moment he realizes you're friendly, dashing to cower behind you. The sound of a crossbolt loading pulls your attention from the man. The piglin snorts, eyes narrowed in bloodlust, weapon drawn as it searches for presumably Scar. Tattered tunic and scraped golden boots. You and Etho had planned accordingly- a gold dawning his boots as you opted for golden bracers- but a quick glance at Scar confirms he had in fact forgotten. Flicking your sword you swipe at the beast. Blade forcing it backwards. It squeals in surprise, having not seen you as a target. The crossbow rounds to your chest, you brace for pain. Then another blade cuts through the air. The piglin lets out one last squeal as it dissolves quickly into mist. Crossbow and leather toppling to the floor. You let out a breath and look to your savior with a pout.
“I totally had it handled!” You insist, poking him in the chest with a finger. It slides uselessly off of his iron chestplate. Etho blinks at you, then shakes his head.
“Uh no, you were totally doomed and in need of a strong PvPer to defend you.” his quirked head shows his comfortable ease, and it warms you that he liked bantering. Too bad you were about to murder him.
“Oh? Do you know one I can bring next time?” You ask, batting your eyelashes innocently. He gawks.
“Oohhh!-”
“This is fun and all but do you have any food and gold I can borrow?” You had forgotten about him. Turning to Scar you flash him a grin, digging in your pockets for food.
“Didn't expect to save a charming Scar this fine morning.” You chuckle, offering some of the steak you gathered to his shaking hands.
“Well I didn't expect to be in peril- I knew I had forgotten something!” He eagerly crams the food into his mouth, chewing as he talks around the bite. “Good thing Etho came to save me.” It's a tease- but you still squawk.
“hEY-!” The unholy noise grates your throat, and causes him to nearly choke on the mouthful, swallowing hard to avoid choking. His muffled giggles tug a smile to your lips. “You're an ass.” You spit, turning sharply away from him. “And to think I was going to share my bracers. Guess not!”
“Wa-Wait!” Scar stumbles to bump against your back, straightening himself to not invade your space too much. “You wouldn't leave a helpless scar all on his own?” His voice tilts into a whine, widening his eyes to plead. You scoff, gesturing vaguely to Etho.
“You have an Etho, isn't he enough for you?” You snark back, Scar is silent. He sulks to the Canadian, throwing an arm across his shoulder to begin his sales pitch.
“Ethhooo my buddy, you wouldn't happen to have some gold I could borrow?” Scar tries, offering a meek smile to the taller man. Etho hums, tilting his head to peer across the blazing landscape.
“Nope.” He pops the p, eyes squinting into what must've been a shit-eating grin. Scar groans, letting his knees buckle in exaggerated disappointment. Etho shifts to slow his descent, the uniformed man sliding helplessly to the red floor.
“Need me yet?” You call, shifting to spin and stare at the off pair. Scar groans again, but lifts his arms to grabby-hands. Splitting into a grin you trot towards him, sliding off one golden clasp. His fingers barely brush the surface before you snatch it away. “Nuh uh!- you gotta say I’m better than Etho.”
“Hey!” Now it was Etho's turn to protest, placing a hand on his hip. “You can't make Scar lie.”
“Then I guess he won't get any gold.” You shrug, Scar sputters. Using Etho as a pole to claw his way back up.
“Uh- I didn't say that, I think you're incredibly talented and definitely better than any old Etho.” He smiles, flashing his teeth. You hum now, swinging the gold bracer around. Scar winces every time it nearly slips from your grasp.
“Yea alright.” You toss the accessory and he lunges for it, fumbling for a few moments before managing a firm grasp.
“Oh thank you kind and generous-”
“Alright, that’s enough horsing around, we are already running behind schedule.” Etho interrupts, trotting back on path. You groan in childlike disobedience, but follow along. Scar stumbles to catch up.
“What are you guys doing?” He asks, keeping pace but tucking close to the protection of your side.
“Fetching wood.” You answer, giving him a nudge. “What were you up to?”
“Oh! Same here!” Scar answers confidently. You give him a once over. He doesn't appear to have even successfully made it to the biome, judging by the lack of mycelium on his boots. Raising an eyebrow skeptically he chuckles. “Well I was going to…”
“There's always space for another.” Etho butts in, clasping him on the shoulder. “Even if the role is just the goof.”
You giggle, causing Scar to shoot you a glare.
“I am more than just that!- I can be the entertainment, have you seen the most recent news about Mando?-”
You grin, a small excited noise leaving your throat. Etho groans loudly, retreating a safe distance to let you geek out. He knows the consequences of getting too close, being dragged into full body renditions of scenes.
Despite the blistering heat and hostile atmosphere, a few friends never fail to lighten the mood. You always feel safer when tucked between their shoulders, endless chatter filling the air. And maybe some shenanigans and mishaps occur along the way- but that's the fun of HermitCraft.
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Ylang Ylang
| summary: while being close to you and your family’s extinction, a promise needs to be broken to save the lives of your people
| pairing: fairyhunter!jeno x fairy!reader au w/fairy!xiaojun x fairy!reader (if you squint)
| genre: suspense, angst, smut, fantasy, multiple nct/wayv + aespa character inserts, jeno and hendery are brothers
| words: 11.6k
| warnings: murder, blood, torture, knife play, noncon smut + suggestive scenes, blackmail, exhibitionism, caging/imprisonment, degrading, unprotected sex
(this is purely fiction, warnings in bold mean potentially triggering content, everything is tagged accordingly)
a/n: @jenomov and i came up with this concept out of nowhere also, so massive thanks to them for the inspiration, ideas, summary, and endless brainstorming! they practically helped write this <3 also jeno’s look in the header is essentially how i envisioned him to look for this story but imagine him however you want
playlist:
livv? - ylang ylang
weatherby - fleeting frozen heart
datfootdive - stars
alicks - 7 laps later
tame impala - one more hour
“C’mon Xiaojun, spit it out already!!”
You teased at your loving best friend, shoving him playfully with a single finger as you watched him struggle to speak lucid sentences.
The two of you were in your favorite and most “private” hang out spot—in the trees on the outskirts of your shared village. Far enough away from the hustle and bustle of the community, but close enough for comfort. Though you tried your best not to drift into the terminology of “safety”, “danger”, or “warnings.”
It was a sure way to initiate ill omens.
Both of your parents were aware of your shared infinity for exploring; venturing past the municipality limits. But as long as the two of you shrunk to “the size of a quail” outside of the village, they allowed you to bask in the wonders of blaring curiosity, to your heart’s content. Your species could never truly bring your guard down…
“Sorry…I just can’t form my words today.” He scratched the back of his head as he peered down at his lap, rustling the Crane's-bill flower crown perched atop his mauve hair in the process.
“Since when do you ever really form your words?”
This time you gave a subtle laugh to pair with your smile, hoping to ease his obvious discombobulation.
“You’re right. I don’t.”
His eyes met yours, his wings even twitching, which always signified when your kind was flustered.
He continued again, pulling at his own thumb as he drifted his eyes up to the newly blossomed tree leaves; an obvious attempt to avoid eye contact.
You could try to deny it for as long as you lived, but there was something within you that adored him more than he probably ever knew.
It was his tenderness, his soothing voice, his patience, whether it was those nights you stormed out of your house in search of him, as a form of solace from the constant nightmares of your genocide, or the days that you wanted to rant about your parent’s overprotectiveness (though they’ve eased up in recent years).
Anything you needed, he was there. And you always tried your best to do the same, despite having the feeling that he bottled up some of his troubles to keep from feeling like a burden himself.
“Well…I w-wanted to tell you, that I really appreciate you.”
He gave up on his own finger trap, to tug at the bottom of his white flounce shirt, finally meeting your eyes again with another twitch of his translucent wings.
“I appreciate you too Xiaojun, always.”
You leaned forward, so light that you barely caused the branch underneath you to stir. He froze upon witnessing your close contact, only his brown irises lowering to watch as you took both of his hands into your own.
“Is everything okay?”
You didn’t mean for your voice to come out in a whisper, but his stuttering had become more frequent, and this only made your thoughts whirl just as loudly as his.
If only you knew that he was on his way to confess his true feelings to you, if only he could get his mouth to work as fast as his brain, maybe then he could finally pull the weight off his shoulders.
But you made all of this difficult without even trying. His love for everything that was you, was infinite.
Even your constant teasing.
And the glimmer in your eyes was no match for his composure, let alone the way you held his hands.
You scanned his face in search of an answer, that definitely took too long for him to spill.
“Yeah don’t worry, everything's fine.”
You tilted your head in confusion, wondering where this could possibly be going, knowing he was aware of your ever-so-apparent “what’s the deal” persona.
He cleared his throat, and geared himself up for the revelation of a lifetime,
“I’ve been m-meaning to tell you that I really like you…that I’ve always dreamed of what it would be like to have this moment with you.”
You felt your wings twitch, more noticeable than his own. And the warmth that flooded your entire body could’ve lit the entire forest in a swarming blaze.
“W-would it be crazy if I asked you to be mine—”
His lips seemed to come at a rest in slow motion, eyelashes fluttering in stark contrast as he heard your breath hitch in your throat.
Not even the sun’s rays that flashed through the white pine tree could’ve taken you out of your shock.
You used what seconds you had left, to replay his confession in your head,
“…I’ve always dreamed of what it would be like to have this moment with you”
Xiaojun, your best friend since childhood, had always dreamed of this?
But the thoughts of responding were ripped away, as blood-curdling screams roared from the direction of your home. They weren’t light hearted nor playful by any means, and with the ability to hear great distances, the agony that bestowed upon your ears caused you both to wince in fear.
Xiaojun turned his head to look through the leaves, skin turning pale upon hearing further destruction.
Most of the branches obscured your vision, but it didn’t take much longer for the despair to continue.
“They found us!”
That voice, sounded like Karina.
And her frenzied words gave the answer—after two years of hiding, the hunters were back.
You felt your heart drop to your stomach, the ability to breathe becoming a distant memory.
You squeezed Xiaojun’s hand as you crawled through the thick pine, your best friend eventually grabbing your waist to stop you from venturing out too far.
“Stay back!” His hushed tone was never this turbulent, bringing all the more truth to the chaos brewing just a mile away.
“We have to go help!”
“It’s too dangerous, I can’t risk you getting hurt!”
Your adrenaline was too much for Xiaojun, as you managed to fight through his tight embrace or rather his hold on your longing to see your family and friends for what could be the last time.
“Let me go! We can’t just sit here and do nothing!”
You attempted to gear your wings for flight as you broke through his hold, hands raking through the leaves to get a clear view through the sea of green.
As you hovered past the pine tree, a familiar being appeared to be flying this way, the telltale sign being the blush colored wings that matched the embroidered dress swaying through the win at high speeds.
It was Giselle. And upon getting a closer distance, you saw the blood spatter that painted her arms in fresh crimson.
She was her natural size, like what your kind all chose to be while in the comfort of your home, and the only guess as to why she didn’t choose to shrink was the amount of energy it took to do so. She seemed to grip at her side as the blood continued to stain her silk dress, not once looking up at which direction to fly. Her Dahlia flower crown was nowhere to be found, something that she cherished more than anything in the world.
You had to help her, get her to safety within the trees, whatever you could to secure a better fate. But the constant screams kept you too terrified to react, and being out in the open like this was indeed risky.
Before you could muster the strength to call her name, Xiaojun was behind you, the vibration of his wings filling your senses. He leaped at you once again, this time pulling you back towards the trees with labored breaths.
He couldn’t just do this to you…prevent you from saving a life, from saving not only your friend, but his friend too.
You managed a measly call of her name, knowing her advanced hearing would be enough. And successfully, she glanced up for the first time since her escape, to watch as you motioned for her to join together in the same tree.
Her face, lit up with hope, was the last sanguine expression to ever grace her face, as the all too familiar sound of a crossbow arrow being loosed from its quarrel sped towards her injured frame.
Your scream, one just as gut-wrenching as those that continued from your home, was muffled against Xiaojun’s palm as he pulled you back within the tree. You were forced away from any further intervention, forced away from burying your guilt.
Giselle flung forward from the sheer impact of the arrow as it shot through her heart, her umber strands flying through the air in the same intensity; entire body falling face forward onto the red speckled bermuda grass.
You couldn’t look away, not while you witnessed her final moments—eyes drifting up to meet yours within her last breath, wings falling lifeless against her spine, and a faint smile from knowing you would be the last person she would ever see, instead of the hunters that were walking towards her.
Your entire body shook against Xiaojun, trembling in fear that her killers would surely discover the two of you here.
“Fuck! Hendery I had her!”
An unfamiliar voice, but one you would never forget, roared through the clearing that led to your dead friend.
You never felt so much anger from a person before, someone that you could only imagine was seething at the teeth.
Xiaojun finally took his hands away from your mouth, allowing you to inhale as much as you could before they got too close. But he still kept his arms wrapped around you, fighting through his own sobs that hit against the back of your neck.
“No Jeno! I’m not letting you fuck this up anymore! Remember what Johnny said?”
Yet another unfamiliar voice, but you were able to put the faces with the names right as the two humans approached just meters away, barely appearing disheveled despite the chaos they just unleashed. Thankfully their lack of enhanced senses worked in your favor, as you and Xiaojun remained undetected during their inspection of the area.
The one holding the crossbow was Hendery. And the one to speak first with the serrated knife was Jeno.
These had to have been the hunters your family warned about. For the two years since relocating to this new area, all of the last surviving elders made it their mission to describe these two, for if the day came that they scoured the land again, you would instantly know it was them.
They were just as menacing as your parents described, especially the blonde, Jeno.
Whether or not it was on purpose to instill fear within all of your kind, you were always taught to never underestimate him or his brother.
The two of them could’ve passed as supernatural beings themselves—flawless skin, chiseled features, intimidating height, and the perfect build…you could’ve spent your time describing their otherworldly looks, but their tyranny overshadowed everything else in your mind.
Your breathing finally began to steady as you stared them down like hawks within the evergreen tree, watching with glossy eyes as they stood over Giselle.
Maybe it was the tactical black clothes they wore, or the shared onyx in their eyes. Either observation caused a shiver to run down your spine; they screamed carnage.
You and Xiaojun both jumped as Jeno sheathed the knife in his left hand into his thigh holster, the ear-grating sound bringing you back down to the harsh reality of your near-death experience.
“The others should be on their way any minute. Let’s go.”
Hendery spoke again and pointed downward with his crossbow at Giselle’s lifeless body, signaling for Jeno to carry her now.
The blonde obeyed, but not without a furrowed brow as he bent down to gather the fresh corpse.
You were sure his disgruntled expression was due to his brunette counterpart taking away his kill, and a part of you knew that his method of disposal would have been way more barbaric than Hendery’s.
You felt sick to your stomach to admit that maybe Giselle didn’t suffer too much of an agonizing death, as an arrow to the heart was the quickest way to an end.
Jeno loves the thrill of a chase. Once he has his sights on you, his frenzy doesn’t stop…
The warning that your own mother gave you stuck ever since she first told you. And it all made sense now: Giselle was part of the hunt.
The last you would ever see of her, was a delicate, lifeless body slumped over Jeno’s shoulders as the two brothers walked back the way they came.
The two of you could’ve stayed hidden in the trees forever, passing the time by staring at the way the grass moved in the wind. Especially now that you had to face the aftermath of being found after such little time.
Xiaojun’s arms slowly unwrapped around your body, falling onto the branch in defeat.
You couldn’t help but fight back more tears as you looked back at him, eventually failing as you saw how red his own eyes were.
“What did they mean by “be here any minute?”
You asked in a trembling tone, voice slightly breaking from the sobs that overtook your chords.
“I fear they’ll stay close by for a while, but maybe it’s a chance we’ll have to take to see what’s going on.”
His cool breath touched your lips as he spoke, and you could only give a nod. No amount of talking could take away the pain you felt.
The two of you cautiously exited the trees, remaining in your shrunken size to stay undetected.
You gave one last look at the grass below you, soaking in Giselle’s blood that splattered onto the now-soiled greenery.
Xiaojun led the way, choosing to duck behind the trees along the clearing, as you did the same.
The area seemed too quiet now…
The wisp of arrows no longer filled the air, and the crashing of what sounded like housing structures were no longer drowned out by the screams of your family and friends.
Considering the two of you purposefully ventured out past the village limits, it seemed like hours before you reached the entrance to your once-forever home.
The destruction seemed picture-perfect to what your elders had experienced in the past.
Xiaojun reached behind to interlock your fingers with his as you both approached the gates. You could only let your wings carry you now, barely reacting to his physicality…the numbness had become too overbearing.
No sign of life could be caught within your sights, only smoke and dwindling flames littered the landscape.
Houses were barely standing, with sunken ceilings and crumbling timber.
Could everyone truly be dead? Even your parents?
You tried your best to peek over Xiaojun’s shoulder, trying as best as you both could to find your respective homes. And considering how small the two of you were now, the billows proved to be difficult terrain. You both covered your faces in defense of the embers, fending off the irritation to your eyes.
Xiaojun was the first to look towards what was left of your home, eventually dragging you along despite your best efforts to protect your eyes.
Upon stopping and hovering in front of your disheveled porch, it was obvious your parents were gone; though you didn’t want to think about the manner in which they were gone.
You couldn’t even bring yourself to rummage through the chunks of burnt siding, as every piece was scorching hot to the touch.
“Why even fucking bother?”
Your anger began to overshadow your grief, and despite the fumes emanating off the burnt mahogany, you kicked at what remained of the entryway.
Images of your parents flashed through your brain; undoubtedly giving it their all to fight back, not even caring that they would ultimately fail against them.
They never thought about the aftermath of their bravery…going out in glory seemed like the best way to go.
Xiaojun could only choke back tears as he hovered beside you, knowing that no amount of condolences would render you healed. He wasn’t a ghost to this kind of pain either.
You were there for him when his parents found their end at the hands of the hunters years prior.
And he knew he had to do the same for you.
“I’m sorry…” Xiaojun sniffled with a squeeze of your hand. You met his bloodshot eyes, blinking away yet another tear.
Your focus soon shifted past your best friend, as your eyes drifted over to a familiar piece of pink flower nestled under a heap of singed plywood.
Xiaojun noticed, and followed closely behind as you flew over to your discovery.
Somehow saved from the flames, was Giselle’s flower crown.
You steadied the speed at which your wings fluttered to keep the smoke at bay, and in one fell swoop of your hand, you held onto the only remnant of your dear friend.
Maybe this is why your kind wore these, not only as a form of self expression, but for moments like this. So anyone gone, would never be forgotten.
“We should go…”
You were sure it pained him as much as it did you to not give a valid response to his shared grief, but staying here out in the open was suicide. You clutched onto the Dahlia flower crown as the two of you flew south, with no real destination in mind.
Maybe a change of scenery or something less-desolate would clear your head.
—
Jeno tried his hardest not to tear a muscle in his jaw as he clenched down with every exhale.
He was left fuming ever since the end of their hunt.
He knew why Hendery intervened, and the thought of someone trying to control his methods disgusted him.
It didn’t even matter if that certain someone was his own brother.
No one got in the way of his kill.
Although he wanted to body slam Hendery into the ground, all thoughts of getting his vengeance were cut short as Yuta and Sungchan were arriving to help load the bodies. The brothers were waiting just outside the village in a clearing, with high hopes that more fairies would cross paths with them in the process.
Jeno passed the time by tossing his knife up and down in the air, purposefully avoiding conversation with his brother to bring more tension into the air. It worked somehow, with Hendery only kicking a few pebbles along the dirt instead of discussing how uneventful their slaughter was.
Yuta and Sungchan eventually drove up in the shared sport utility vehicle courtesy of Johnny, that had definitely seen better days: waves of mud caked along the fender from transporting bodies to buyers all over the county, along with a few specks of dried blood on the front tire rims from a raccoon Hendery hit the other day.
The fellow hunters skidded along the rough terrain with the help of four wheel drive, successfully parking in front of the pile where only four fairies lay stacked on top of each other.
The sun was beginning to set along the distant horizon, seeming faster as the entire land lay nestled on a hill. That still didn’t stop the golden hour from illuminating the-now blackened blood painted along their lifeless bodies, even decorating a few of their ruined flower crowns like black ink.
Yuta was the first to exit the driver's seat, putting out his cigarette in the portable ashtray just beneath the car stereo. Sungchan followed suit, but not without towering over his comrade as they came to a stop to view the brother’s labor.
“I feel like there should be way more than this…”
Yuta’s crimson locks swayed in the breeze as he broke the silence, eyes darting from the bodies, then to the blonde, then to the brunette.
He was sure such a statement would tick Jeno off, who’s excess pride always managed to bring home the most kills.
“There’s definitely more out there. I saw a handful scatter south.” Hendery tilted his head in the direction as he kicked the final pebble over towards the pile of bodies.
“Yeah well if you didn’t get in the way half the time, I would’ve gotten them.”
Jeno spat as he sheathed the bowie knife back into his thigh holster. His dissatisfied expression only grew as Hendery scoffed in response.
“What, you have nothing to say?” Jeno finally looked over to him, who’s tongue-in-cheek appearance was almost the final straw to his mania.
“Can we just load these up already?”
Sungchan, the timid pacifist, was the only one to stick to the task at hand, bending down to gather one of the bloodied corpses.
Yuta walked over to open the trunk as he texted Johnny with an update.
They each gathered one with ease, and despite being in their full size at death, all four managed to fit with a few pronounced shoves.
“Seems you went easy on them this time Jen…” Yuta took one final glance at the trunk, making sure Jeno heard his side comment before closing it. Based on the way Jeno slammed the rear passenger door, he succeeded.
Yuta couldn’t help but light yet another cigarette as he put the car in reverse, even offering one to Jeno and Hendery who both declined with a shake of their head.
It would take at least forty minutes before they reached headquarters, and anything to diffuse the obvious tension was worth a try.
—
You subconsciously thanked whatever God that your kind didn’t need food and water as often as the humans who co-inhabited this earth.
If you did, the hunger and dehydration would’ve befallen you a long time ago.
Neither you nor Xiaojun had eaten anything since the attack.
It was now dark, and based on the abundance of nocturnal animals scouring about, it had to be late.
And unfortunately, the smell of petrichor began to fill your noses.
Rain was definitely not your best friend while in this size or without proper shelter.
“Let’s stop here before it starts pouring.” Xiaojun guided you over to yet another tree, choosing to fly high up along the weeping willow for extra protection.
He had become so steadfast in a small amount of time, and you were sure it was because of his familiarity with this type of tragedy.
At least he was holding himself together better than you were.
Each time you glanced down at Giselle’s crown, you couldn’t help but tear up. And the thought of potentially finding more along your journey scared you.
Just as you nestled yourselves within the leaves, the rain began to pour and soon came the thunder.
Regardless of mother nature’s wrath, the comforting sound of raindrops hitting every leaf soothed away your stressors, as it did for Xiaojun. And not soon after, you found yourself laying back into his body for added warmth.
He welcomed your embrace, and let his head rest on top of yours as the two of you tried to drift off to sleep.
Giselle’s crown never let you, perched just above as some sort of guardian that you hoped would watch over you for a lifetime.
“I love you.”
Xiaojun’s whisper stirred you from your near distant slumber, and as you rose your head up, you found your lips just millimeters away from his own.
“I love you too…”
—
2 years ago
—
“Sorry to cut the training short but I need everyone in my office now.”
Johnny’s stone cold appearance into the gymnasium-sized training room caused everyone to freeze in place. Even YangYang, the newest recruit, had a hint of worry in his eye from what his boss could possibly want at this time of day.
The new offensive tactic he was learning from Hendery felt too liberating to be interrupted.
Nonetheless, all five hunters dropped their practice weapons, and began following through the halls of their headquarters. Jeno walked close behind, exuding annoyance with every step, followed by Hendery, Yuta, Sungchan, and YangYang, who all seemed less vexed.
“Fresh meat” as Yuta liked to call the newest recruit, found the Brutalist architecture of the entire headquarters difficult to get used to. Nothing felt welcoming, but what could he expect from a group of ruthless hunters who’s only form of entertainment were killing or training?
YangYang hoped that maybe he was jumping to conclusions, and that maybe they actually engaged in more leisure activities.
Eventually they made it to Johnny’s office. YangYang mentally recalled the first time he ever saw it, back when he was interviewed.
Not much self-expression, or color for that matter; only strange and usual murals of taxidermied animals, and a few plaques of outstanding achievements in “Guerilla Warfare.”
The newest hunter felt awkward in the sea of black, not knowing if he seemed “lazy” for wanting to sit in one of the two chairs positioned in front of the carbon grey desk. Though, his pondering was short lived as Hendery and Yuta swiftly shoved between him to claim the only two seats.
Everyone except Jeno stayed in direct view of their boss, instead opting to lean against the wall with a few kicks to the fine carpet below. YangYang could already tell from his fifth day here that his blonde-haired comrade was the hothead of the group, intimidatingly so.
“I called this meeting to discuss our sales…they’re unacceptable.”
If only YangYang had known that this wasn’t the usual topic of a meeting, nor was it a common issue, though he did notice that everyone had their undivided attention, especially considering Johnny’s succinct tone.
Yet there was a hint of relief in the hunter’s exhale, as there was no way he attributed to whatever poor sales his boss was referring to, when he’s only been here for less than a week.
“I wanted to wait and see if maybe there was a mistake in my counts before pulling you all out of training, but it’s quite obvious that we’re down 20%.”
Based on the way Sungchan and Hendery dropped their heads, the news was transparently bad. And despite the amount of bodies in the room, the atmosphere grew cold in the span of a heartbeat.
“I don’t understand, we’ve killed thousands. How is that bringing us down?”
Yuta was the first to speak after what seemed like minutes; eventually sparing the room of awkward silence. He leaned forward in his seat with intrigue, ultimately showing concern that was shared across everyone’s faces.
“Precisely. It’s not the numbers, it’s the method.”
Johnny leaned far back in his chair with a cross of his hands over his abdomen—typical posture for someone trying to keep their composure.
Was there confusion? Definitely. So much so that Hendery finally raised his head with a dumbfounded expression which might’ve garnered a slap from his displeased boss, though the thickness of his chestnut bangs spared him of the reprimand.
“With each receipt that I get, there’s been a pattern...some sort of complaint.”
Johnny paused to grab the binder in the corner of his desk that housed all of the “receipts”, eventually flipping it open to show the large stack that could barely stay organized due to the lightweight paper.
“Specimen AG — parts not salvageable due to maiming of thoracic cage and surrounding viscera…
Specimen BH — parts not salvageable due to debasement of intestines, including prolapse…”
The list seemed to go on and on—fifty pages worth to be exact, and it wasn’t until Johnny read the sixth one that the group of hunters finally caught on to the stress brewing within his chords.
“There’s a reason we don’t use bombs or any explosives, but based on the condition of these bodies, doesn’t fucking matter if we do!”
Johnny slammed the binder shut; seeming to resort back to his previous posture with equanimity.
His voice barely above a shout, surely to get louder if no one spoke up soon.
“But there’s one thing I won’t do, and that’s babysit. I have way too many important things to take care of while you guys are out there. So you all need to tell me what’s going on.”
“I might have a clue…”
YangYang’s peripherals shifted to Hendery, who was the second to speak with a brief raise of his fore and middle finger.
“I don’t think it helps that there’s someone in this room that likes to go overboard with their methods.”
YangYang was the only one to scan the room for the person in question, and eventually his suspicion bloomed upon setting his sights on Jeno.
He would never forget his first day hunting, nor would he forget the lingering smirk that painted Jeno’s face with every kill.
Each fairy met their end in the most gruesome way possible, and somehow even his own brother had less sadistic methods to his madness.
Limbs torn, torso’s gutted, throats ripped…
That was one way for Jeno to distinguish himself from the more quick and painless deaths of his counterparts.
Easily…
“You piece of shit…”
Jeno’s bark was just as hefty at his bite, and snapped YangYang out of his recollection.
Thankfully his laconic response was towards Hendery.
“I should’ve known.”
Johnny produced a heavy sigh as he leaned forward to put his head in his hands.
“Jeno you’re one of the best hunters i’ve ever known, you and your brother both. But you can’t do this. I’ve had countless buyers not only documenting but telling me that the parts are too mutilated…”
Johnny’s tone surprisingly stayed neutral, but the disappointment in his face didn’t falter.
“Why criticize me for doing what we are trained to do?”
Though Jeno remained still against the wall, it was evident his fists were clenched inside the pockets of his combat pants to resist the urge to punish his brother for “snitching.”
“They can’t possibly buy that junk Jeno!”
“Okay, next time I’ll just sit out and let everyone do the work then.”
Jeno’s solution to the problem was only a smart-ass response, one that tensed the room more than it already was.
“Everyone seems to understand but you…”
—
Present
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[0900]
Two hours of laying in bed with his eyes open when he could’ve been doing something more productive ate away at Jeno’s soul.
Perhaps the best way to take his mind off the disappointment from yesterday’s hunt would be to train, even better if he could do it alone.
Considering it was still early, he was sure that could be arranged.
He couldn’t stand to hear the soft “tick” of the analog clock any longer, eventually rising up and navigating across the dimly lit bedroom; being especially mindful of YangYang’s crutches that lay in between their separate beds.
Just a few weeks ago he sprained his ankle while training with Yuta, and never heard the end of it from the red-haired bully. The teasing was warranted, as his clumsiness made him miss out on the second hunt of his career.
Before YangYang was recruited, Jeno was lucky enough to have a room by himself, but for the past two years he’s had to share. And despite his constant gripes with Johnny over that decision, there had been no changes in his room and board.
Thankfully, YangYang wasn’t as much of a headache as he thought he would be.
Just as Jeno reached for the doorknob, he was interrupted from YangYang’s awakening.
“How was yesterday?”
His groggy morning voice was a far-cry from his more upbeat tone that tended to blossom throughout the day.
“You didn’t miss much.”
Jeno refrained from turning his head to address YangYang’s curiosity, and as a result, missed the frown that littered his face.
“Guess that makes me feel a bit better about being a klutz then.”
YangYang had grown accustomed to Jeno’s uninterested personality and expected nothing in return: no reassurance nor words of encouragement, but it still left him feeling cold as Jeno exited the bedroom with a harsh slam of the door.
—
After freshening up in the bathroom, Jeno eventually walked through the maze of minimally designed hallways, with the constant reminder of how the entire building matched his current mood—arid, dull, and grey.
The gymnasium was just off in the distance and past Johnny’s office, which he suspected to be empty.
But to Jeno’s surprise, it was occupied by not only his boss, but an unfamiliar person.
Their voices still seemed hushed to a low volume as Jeno decided to pause just past the partially open door. The brief glance Jeno gave in between wielded a weak observation of the boy, but just enough to know that there was no way he could survive here—he looked barely old enough to even drive.
“Even though you still have yet to gain experience in the realm of hunting, I think you’ll be a great new addition to the team Jisung. We have plenty of approachable people here who would be more than happy to assist you on your learning curve.”
“Such a relief to hear that.”
The voice matched the ingenuous appearance of the boy, and somehow Jeno already had an irked nerve creep under his skin from the thought of gaining a new inexperienced “co-worker.”
“Due to tight restrictions on sales and making sure everyone gets equal pay, you’ll probably be the last hire, but I'll make sure we get you trained to expectations in no time.”
Last hire?
Jeno immediately fell into the depths of suspicion.
There was only one possible meaning in Jeno’s eyes: and the answer was replacement.
The mere thought of deception plagued the mind of the seasoned hunter, and to such a degree that he could’ve easily torn down the door and stormed in to give both of them hell.
If anyone saw Jeno now, they would see a raged monster—veins pulsed along his arms and down to his fists where he aimed to punch the wall nearest to him. The impact from his knuckle to the grey wall proved to be successful, and no amount of sting could’ve prevented him from giving another punch.
Of course they heard it. And he didn’t want to stick around to see their faces when they came out to check. The self- control Jeno possessed, would ultimately spare the two of his wrath.
The thought of training no longer sounded appealing; only real damage…real blood, could diffuse his anger.
And no one could stop him from killing the way he wanted to.
Not even his own brother, that just so happened to unveil himself from his shared room with Yuta.
Hendery was just beginning to start his day, having already decided to sharpen his crossbow arrows, as training with them weakened the aluminum overtime.
He heard the loud “thud” just as he opened his bedroom door, and to his surprise, Jeno was storming off in the direction of the courtyard.
Something had to have bothered him, especially to the point that a large dent was made into the plastered wall on the other side of Johnny’s office.
Did he have an impromptu meeting?
As Hendery began to jog towards his impetuous brother, he heard the creak of the office door, but couldn’t bother to look back at who appeared from inside.
“Jeno! What’s going on?”
His call yielded no response, and it seemed like miles before he got in arms reach of him.
Just like Hendery predicted, Jeno made it to the frosted glass doors of the courtyard, violently pushing them open to the point of almost cracking the inorganic material.
Hendery managed to lunge forward, ignoring the voices of Sungchan and Yuta in the distance as he cupped the back of Jeno’s shoulder.
“What the fuck’s going on?! Stop!”
Without conscious thought, Hendery’s reflexes erupted from the center of his body, branching out towards his limbs to forge protection from the sudden backhand Jeno tried to give with his left hand. Hendery adjusted his footing to keep from falling backwards, but it seemed that he had to be one step ahead to handle Jeno’s blind rage.
Sungchan and Yuta halted side-by-side, just in time to see Jeno practically attacking his own brother, with the first strike barely missing, though another seemed to be winding up from his right hand.
“What could you possibly do, huh? I’m getting fucking replaced!”
Sungchan was the first to look at Yuta with confusion as they heard Jeno’s explosive response. Even from their position at the doors, they could see every contour of Jeno’s muscles contract along his arms, with veins bulging against both sides of his temple as he seemed to hold back a snarl.
Regardless, the two hunters felt relieved to know they weren’t the ones trying to console an absolute maniac.
They knew better.
“What the hell?”
Within minutes of the brawl, a flurry of bodies appeared at the door. Johnny rushed down the steps after uttering his shock, followed by Jisung—and in the process of his first appearance, earned a scoff from Yuta as he brushed past. YangYang was the last to reach the ensemble, teeming with frustration at his inability to get accustomed to his crutches.
If any outsider saw the scene before them, they would question if there was any proper authority amongst a group of murderous men.
“Jeno! You have to stop!”
No amount of pleas from Johnny could tear the two brothers apart. And whether or not it was to make a good first impression, Jisung lunged into action to separate them both as best as he could.
With the assistance of Johnny, who was undoubtedly stronger than the three combined, the heavy strikes to each other's bodies eventually ceased…followed by bruised cheeks, puffed lips, and labored breaths that flooded the hostile climate.
Clearly, Jisung made the mistake of keeping his hands glued to Jeno’s shoulders as he rose from the dark granite rocks, shoving away the unwarranted contact.
“After all these years of me outperforming everyone you’ve ever known, you’re going to throw me away?”
He spat in Johnny’s face, even bucking towards him without shame before turning his attention back to Jisung. It was clear that Jeno wasn’t done, and Hendery’s intuition seemed to outshine everyone as he noticed his brother gearing up for another strike. Maybe it was the fact they were both bound by blood, as the two were always one step ahead of each other’s intentions.
Despite the pain burning at his body, Hendery put himself in between Jeno and Jisung, yet again taking another punch, this time for someone he hadn’t even propely met.
He took the brute force of Jeno’s knuckles, with plenty of newtons to make him stumble back.
Jisung barely had time to flinch, but the aftershock left him feeling indebted towards Hendery.
“I don’t want to lose any of you! If you came to me in private, I would’ve explained, but instead you go absolutely insane thinking he was your replacement?!”
For the first time, Jeno let his fists unclench with a harsh grimace. If it was to hide his disgrace or combat the raging headache, no one would ever know.
Johnny stepped closer to Jeno, seeking out a valid response, but he was met with an ungracious exit.
Hendery held onto his aching cheek as he watched Jeno walk away, presumably to never come back.
His final act of longing to reach for his brother was interrupted as Johnny spoke,
“Just let him go…”
The entire courtyard turned to silence as Jeno pushed past his two comrades at the door, eventually disappearing in the adjacent hallway.
Jisung was surprised to find that even after all of the chaos, Johnny remained calm. How?
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“Xiaojun…Xiaojun wake up! Do you hear that?”
Off into the distance and below the same tree you both had been sleeping in for the past night, you heard the sound of flapping wings.
Through the breeze, you couldn’t discern if they were from your kind or an animal, but you desperately needed a second set of ears to assist with your discovery.
After rubbing your companion’s arm, he finally awoke, albeit at a snail’s pace. The flapping stopped just as he stretched his upper body, and it didn’t take a genius to realize your disappointment.
But there again, you heard the high frequency sound of those same wings down below.
This time Xiaojun heard it, and even his eyes grew an astonishing amount,
“I hear multiple sets of wings…do you?”
Maybe his advanced hearing fared better than yours considering your lack of proper rest, but after concentrating enough with closed eyes, you heard it too.
“We should go check.”
You wondered if Xiaojun felt like risking his life yet again, but if this was anything like you hoped, then there was a better chance of survival with more than just two to a team.
He agreed with a subtle nod, and stayed close behind as you both crept towards the edge of the weeping willow.
You paused before going any further, deciding to reach back and grab Giselle’s crown as it was practically your security blanket.
Once you reached a safe distance, you scanned the twilight sky for any signs of aerial life. But that observation was soon forgotten as four pairs of living bodies were flying across the fescue grass.
Myrtle, Canna, Red Flax, and Black Pansy rested atop each of their heads and you immediately recognized them.
Karina, Jaemin, Renjun, and Winter.
You clutched Giselle’s crown close to your chest as you dove towards them, almost forgetting that Xiaojun was right behind you.
Their hearing proved to be just as fruitful, as they each turned in the direction of your swift flight.
Their faces, lighting up just as bright as the peeking sun over the horizon, gave you all of the strength in the world. They seemed to be alive and most importantly well considering the disaster that befell the community just two days ago.
No words were spoken, just tears of relief as an assembly line of embraces filled the atmosphere.
Due to your excitement, you didn’t notice that they too had flower crowns, with Karina being the one to carry all three.
Chenle, Ten, and NingNing.
You felt a tight squeeze on your heart as you eyed the only evidence of their unforgettable beauty, but to see remnants of their existence was more than enough closure.
Winter was the first to speak as you hugged her last,
“I can’t believe you both are here! I’ve been crying ever since we made it out.”
She kept one hand on your shoulder as she used the other to rid the tear trailing past her chin.
The abundance of emotions even managed to make Jaemin tear up, as he was someone who never cried.
Karina seemed to keep her eyes trained on Giselle’s crown nestled in your hand, and as her lip began to quiver, you immediately rushed over to hug her again.
The two were inseparable—sisters who never missed the opportunity to experience life’s wonders together.
You knew no amount of words would take away the pain, but you hoped that your affection would forge an era of healing.
Based on her steady heartbeat and the collective encircle everyone decided to share, you knew it would happen eventually.
“Have any of you seen my parents?”
You waited until the group hug dispersed before asking, as you needed a solid look at each of their faces for any signs of an answer.
The silence was deafening, but unfortunately more than enough to answer your question.
“I can barely recall what happened. Everything seemed like a blur…”
Renjun’s statement garnered a collective nod. Nonetheless, you simply appreciated their existence as it didn’t seem like there was much left.
—
Jeno had finally found a reason to keep going.
There, in a clearing upon chance, was the source of his thirst.
Had the fight with his brother not happened, he would’ve missed the six fairies huddled in a circle amongst the teff grass.
They seemed delighted in their reunion, albeit shaken up from recent events.
Despite Jeno’s lack of supernatural abilities, he could still sense the wariness looming over their pitiful bodies…he could still feel the magnetic pull that drove him to be their absolute nightmare.
If he was a dog, he would be salivating, shamelessly so.
Ever since storming away from the courtyard, Jeno rushed back inside towards the training room to grab all of his signature weapons, along with any other utilities that would be of good use for his inevitable soul-searching.
Considering Sungchan was quite intimidated by him, he doubted the tall lanky hunter would mind if he took some of his homemade smoke bombs.
Might as well make use of what’s here…
Jeno had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to go back home, especially now that he saw you.
An absolute spectacle, perfect to use as an example of why your race was so weak…so obsolete.
Maybe it was the way you cautiously scanned the clearing ever so often, or the way you tugged at your opposite forearm to calm your nerves.
Nothing stood out more than your doe eyes—even more gratifying if he was the reason they widened in fear.
He clearly missed the opportunity to see that fiery emotion the first time he scoured your home.
Now he couldn’t let the chance slip away.
As he readied the smoke bomb in his left hand, his own eyes shifted into something sinister, like daggers ready to gouge at your delicate figure.
A toss was all it took to unleash chaos, and though the plume of white smoke covered your initial shock, Jeno knew he would see more of you, eventually.
It was like muscle memory how effortlessly his throwing knives flew through the air, hitting three in quick succession, spurts of scarlet shooting from their collarbones, tainting the ground yet again at the hands of a homicidal aficionado.
Their cries of pain were melodic, practically a sextet of symphony that grew louder the closer Jeno got.
Just like he had planned, you were unscathed, attempting to assist one that collapsed from his attack.
There was something different in the way you gathered your arms to lift him, something special in the way you practically ignored the obvious face of danger to make sure he felt your presence.
Jeno wasn’t the only one that noticed—the two that lucked out from the assault called your name, practically begging you to save yourself.
But based on the caresses you gave this frail boy, you would rather die than leave him.
How was it possible that a surge of jealousy brewed within his chest just as quickly as your selflessness?
—
Jaemin and Karina continued to shout your name as they made their way towards the weeping willow trees.
Besides them, you were the last one standing.
Every hit replayed in your mind upon impact.
Renjun, Winter, Xiaojun—with every blink, their bodies flailed from the sheer power of the flying daggers. The wisp of each knife was just too fast for your hearing.
You couldn’t let your world stop, not with Xiaojun gasping for air as the knife protruded from his neck. He needed you, and even if he didn’t survive, you begged him to be the last person you saw.
“I’m r-right here!”
You attempted to wrap your arms around his upper body to drag him away, but each attempt only garnered more of a struggle.
Specks of blood continued to paint his eyelids, with blotches of purple spreading where the knife lay buried.
The only sounds that managed to escape Xiaojun’s quivering lips were labored sobs, and the determination to reassure him began to crumble beneath your feet.
All thoughts of an escape melted away as you heard the sheath of a knife coming out of a holster.
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Your eyes fluttered open just as fast as your wings, though there seemed to be something restricting the full momentum at which you could generate flight.
The feeling of cold metal gave you chills all throughout your body, and the realization of where you were made you feel even colder.
You were full size, surely because the stress you endured however long ago was too much for your body to endure. And somehow, there was a cage large enough to fit you as you hung from the ceiling like a lantern.
You gave up on trying to keep your wings stimulated as it constantly hit the black steel bars holding you hostage. None of that mattered anymore as you took in the setting before you.
A wooden shack, rusted tools leaning against the walls, and the same dome-shaped cages hanging from the ceiling, with your friends inside.
They each had their own confines, but the only thing separating them from you was the lack of movement and familiar pulses within their chest.
You slammed your eyes shut to focus on any signs of a heartbeat in case your eyes were deceiving you.
Your hearing was substantial enough to catch two—Renjun and Xiaojun.
It only took a second for your eyes to flood with tears as you realized Winter was silent…no sign of life in her once-rosy cheeks, no luster to her auburn strands, no apparent warmth to her skin.
Everything was cold.
And the only lasting memory you would have was her body slumped in the cage—eyes staring blank towards the exit that was so close, yet so far.
Jaemin and Karina were nowhere to be found in the garage-sized space, but you hoped to whatever god that they managed to escape.
If they had, they were the last ones left.
There was no ounce of hope in your survival.
“Renjun! Xiaojun! Wake up…please!”
Your hushed cries were just enough to wake Renjun as he lay cramped in the cage. He was slightly larger than you in stature, so you could only imagine how uncomfortable he felt as his wings failed to even twitch inside the metal bars.
He grimaced before raising his hand to touch the wound on his collarbone. Blood has pooled underneath his Victorian blouse, ruining the once pearl-colored fabric.
The dagger was out, and thankfully his body generated enough clotting to seal off the gash. The same could be said for Xiaojun too.
He shifted once more before scanning the room, eventually settling upon your crying eyes.
“Where are we?”
He choked up the same curiosity your own mind had garnered, though your wishes for a proper answer were slim to none.
“I don’t know…just please try and wake Xiaojun!”
Renjun was closest to him, merely centimeters away.
Just as he slivered his arm through the bars to shake at Xiaojun’s shoulder, he froze upon seeing Winter.
Your eyes whirled over in the same direction, but you regretted every blink spent on viewing her lifeless body; you were sure Renjun felt the same. The pain emanating from his expression told you so.
As he fought through his blurry vision, you focused your attention back on Xiaojun, who miraculously began to shift within the cage.
Despite his brutal awakening, you couldn’t help but marvel at how beautiful he remained through all the chaos.
He winced from the stinging in his collarbone, blaring his ivory teeth that were just as bright as the moon, and just like Renjun, he too was stained all over.
The way his eyes immediately fell upon you would’ve made any flame last for an eternity.
You would give your life for him.
The chance to do it would be soon, crashing down like a comet that would scorch your entire body in a blaze.
A few clicks of what you assumed to be locks chimed throughout the room, and there standing in the oak doorway was the end to your existence.
Jeno.
To no surprise, he stilled in the door frame with heartless eyes, gleaming with the satisfaction of his catch.
He captured four of you on his own and could’ve easily taken two more.
He stood in silence for what felt like fifty pendulum ticks, probably deciding how to execute each of you.
Regardless of the fact that you were his prey, and prey were never meant to stare into the eyes of their predator, you couldn’t look away.
You had gotten a good look at him when his brother killed Giselle, but seeing him in this state made all the more difference to the stories your family told of him.
He stood in similar black attire, with plenty of tactical accessories to compliment his status as a hunter—a knife holster on his left thigh, a belt assembled with the same smoke bombs he used earlier, and a few throwing knives tucked into an ankle holster on his right side.
There was a reason he was the most brutal one of them all.
It didn’t take a lot to kill your kind, but it made his job more enjoyable if every method imaginable could be used.
Your trailing eyes proved to be a mistake, and your upcoming death all the more damning because of how flawless he appeared in front of you.
His looks were even more deadly up close. Your eyes could’ve melted in their sockets at the sight of his sharp jawline, or even his cheekbones that heightened the electricity of his blue eyes.
Maybe dying at the hands of someone so unbearably perfect would make the sequence into the afterlife a little less daunting.
It was just a shame he wouldn’t make it quick.
Finally you closed your eyes, only using your hearing to verify that his footsteps were coming towards your own personal cage.
Your entire body flinched as you heard him unlock it and swing the door back, the gust of air rustling your eyelashes, forcing you to open your eyes wide.
He barely had to maneuver his body to wrap one hand around your entire waist, pulling you out of the cage like you were a feather from an owl.
You were nowhere comparable in size to him—the entire length of your body was easily a difference of a foot or more but your attention to those details were the least of your worries.
The aroma of bergamot and cedarwood filled your nose, stemming from his neck and chest. Each beat of his pulse seemed to push the scent further into your senses, intoxicating enough to distract you from the fact he slammed you into the adjacent wall.
Your entire head recoiled against the weathered hardwood, causing your vision to multiply. It wasn’t until you felt his calloused hand wrap around your throat and lift you meters above the floor, that your sights finally settled.
The cyan in his eyes had shifted to cobalt, though the diameter of color seemed to disperse as his pupils dilated. It was enough to make you wince, but showing fear would only fuel more desire.
“Please don’t…”
You barely heard Xiaojun’s sniffled cries in the background, as the trance Jeno put you in was too much to decipher anything else.
He continued to speak for you, but it didn’t seem to garner any second thoughts in Jeno’s mind.
You wished to be some sort of sacrifice; a guaranteed exit for what was left of your friends. There had to be something you could do to warrant that.
The only other possibility was actually right in front of you, though you shuddered at the thought of breaking such a promise.
You were never one to plead for your life, but that seemed to be the only viable option to please the sadist in front of you.
With one final gulp that seemed to get caught in between his palm and continue down into your stomach, you brought up your hands to wrap around his own.
His snarl only grew more intense as he watched, and there you saw a beast unleashing.
You opened your quivering lips, making a pitiful attempt at appearing even more pathetic than you already were.
“Take me…not them.”
Just as you expected, he forced you forward by your neck, only to slam you back against the wall. It was definitely rougher than before, enough to make your brain feel like it would pop out of your skull.
This time he stepped forward, using his chiseled thigh to separate your twisted legs.
His face was merely millimeters away from your own, and the coolness of his breath hit your lips like a blizzard.
You wondered why he didn’t verbally challenge your need for survival, but the reason was evident once you felt his groin make contact with your torso.
He let his length speak for him.
And with every squirm that you gave, it continued to twitch under the confines of his combat pants.
What you assumed to be the tip poked right underneath your breasts, and with that came the realization of how minuscule your kind truly was in comparison to his.
Your eyes attempted to follow his other hand as he reached for his prized bowie knife attached to his left thigh. The brief yet ominous sound of it being unsheathed caused Xiaojun and Renjun to rustle in their cages.
From where you were positioned, you could see Xiaojun just past Jeno’s shoulders.
During this entire ordeal, you kept your eyes away from him, as the indignity of the situation was too much for your soul to bear. But now that it seemed your death was near, it was only right that you gave Xiaojun one final look of goodbye.
You shifted your eyes over to the one person that remained with you through it all.
Through your peripherals you could see the glimmering metal rush towards you, but instead of feeling a sharp twinge of pain, you felt a rush of cold.
You could hear Xiaojun and Renjun’s breath hitch from afar as they both realized too that you were completely bare in front of them. Your clothes had flown off to the side, shredded from the sharpness of his trusted blade.
Despite the coolness in the air, the warmth emanating from your core served as an invitation for the monster prodding at your stomach.
Your entire body began to tremble uncontrollably, maybe as some sort of coping mechanism for the humiliation brewing deep within.
“Look at me!”
Your teary eyed shifted immediately back over to Jeno as he bellowed out his command, the cluster of veins in his neck shifting as he clenched his teeth.
Your shaking didn’t seem to help as he positioned the tip of his blade at your collarbone, pressing inward to break the skin.
“Keep looking…just like that.”
He spoke again, barely above a whisper; his speech matching the slow tempo of the knife being dragged down the centerline of your body.
The pain was nowhere near the worst to be endured, surely it was sharpness of the blade that kept the stinging bearable.
A trail of blood followed, a fine line that only stopped once the tip of the blade reached your clit.
You jumped considerably at the contact, which was enough to slice the bundle of nerves if you weren’t careful.
As you tried to keep your composure, Jeno stared deep at your struggling frame, marveling in the way gravity caused all of the maroon fluid to pool around your warm mound.
“Did you think I would kill you so soon?”
Any means of a response were thwarted as he tossed his knife to the floor.
You were shocked, as that seemed to be his most prized possession, but in mere seconds you realized why.
In two swift motions he finally let go of your throat, leaving you to stumble onto your feet and gain a few recovering breaths. You weren’t even sure how to stand on your own two feet anymore, as you’d grown so accustomed to being one with the atmosphere, flying so freely before any of this mess started.
Your chances at running towards your friends to set them free were all in vain as you heard the harsh sound of a zipper and belt clasp being undone.
The sight of his cock snapping out of his briefs was enough to make you press your back as far back into the wall as you could.
His length stood upright, with a glistening tip that managed to refract in the dimly lit room.
Time seemed to go slow as you watched his veins continue to pulse blood throughout his cock, keeping it just as red as your flushed cheeks.
Precum dripped like a broken faucet with a distinct patter as it continued to hit the ground just as fast as your racing heartbeat.
Your knees buckled as he used one hand to spread the clear liquid throughout his shaft in a slick up and down motion.
He seemed to be sensitive already as he bucked into his own hand, trying his hardest to keep his self-pleasure to a minimum.
You looked down to your feet to see that there were two puddles on the floor, one of your blood and one of his essence.
The way they attempted to mix together kept your senses distracted, completely missing that Jeno stepped up to you with his pants at the ground and his tight shirt pushed up to his muscular chest.
Your legs gave out just as he used one hand to grab at your hip, and the other hand to position his cock at your entrance.
“First time I get to fuck anything like this…”
Your brief pleas of no were cut short at his pistoned inside you without warning, attempting to tear you apart without sympathy. The guttural groan he produced from his evil chords echoed throughout the room, bouncing off the walls louder than your friends screams.
There was no way to respond to that, or to any of his actions for that matter. Not when you were being stuffed full, way past your limit.
All you could do was cry out at the pressure as he came to a standstill.
His mouth hung open in complete awe…somehow through his infliction of pain, you were wet.
And the addition of your blood made the entry all the more gratifying.
He was barely a few inches inside, but he was already touching your cervix, and the bulge present in your stomach confirmed it.
Burning began to surge throughout your core even as he stood still to try and accommodate more for himself.
“You can’t—nngh it’s too much!”
If he continued any further, you weren’t sure you would be able to voice your horror any longer.
He was too enveloped in how tight you were to care; the pleasure way above anything he’s ever killed.
Your attempts to lift off his cock only made the burning grow and eventually, earned you more inches to try and take.
Now, both hands were on either side of your hips with a death grip strong enough to leave bruised handprints on either side.
You had no choice but to wrap both legs around his waist to alleviate some of the pressure.
It wasn’t long before his groin finally made contact with yours, and shockingly you were able to breathe through all of the discomfort as he seated himself one final time.
The only thing keeping you grounded to reality was the continuous blood that seeped from your sternum and the grunts coming from Jeno’s drooling mouth as he began rocking into you at a steady pace.
You had long forgotten the others in the room—you couldn’t focus on that now or else you would go into shock.
But it seemed the more rhythm and sounds that grew between your connecting bodies, the more inclined Jeno was to remind you of your broken state.
You hoped the pleasure building within your core was strong enough to overshadow your guilt…the way he continued to hit every spot within your dripping pussy made you confident enough in that fact.
Through it all, you couldn’t bring yourself to voice how full you felt.
Your lips remained pursed together, sometimes even gnawing at the puffed skin to silence the sounds trying to escape your throat.
It wasn’t until you and Jeno’s eyes met in sync, that a whimper managed to slip.
Your eyes grew in horror, completely ignoring the skin slapping prodding at both of your ears.
You failed, but it seemed to fuel every fiber of his being.
He leaned forward to bury his face into your neck, allowing his tongue to paint a shiny picture along the side of your jawline.
You whimpered again.
Like the puppet you were, you found your hands having a mind of their own, lifting to rake your fingers through the back of his platinum locks.
“I could kill everyone you love, but you’ll still beg to take my cock…”
He groaned into your ear, tugging at your lobe for added effect.
That was enough to feel a wave of disdained euphoria wash over your entire body.
There was a band that seemed to snap at every nerve ending, causing you to squeeze your walls as tight as you could around his length until you came apart.
Your back arched involuntarily, finally giving your wings a break from the wooden wall that continued to tear the skin open with every snap of his hips.
“Fuck!”
He turned his head to roar against your cheek, hips slowly losing their rhythm the more your orgasm continued.
You voiced your displeasure with a whine as you felt him slide out of your weeping hole, only then did you realize that he wasn’t done with you.
He managed to face you to the wall despite how limp your legs were, and within seconds he was inside you again.
This new position was even more intense than the last.
Your hands grabbed at any crevice you could find on the wall for support as he drilled into you from behind.
Your eyes shifted down to see your juices splattering past his cum-laden pelvis, eventually mixing where the blood had turned black against the rustic oak floor.
“I’ll just keep you for myself, nothing more than a cock hungry slut…forever alone, taking everything I give you.”
His words stabbed at you worse than any knife.
It was too late to self-loathe any longer. The deed was long overdue, as his own release was nearing.
You felt those familiar twitches deep inside your torso, coming all the way from his scarlet-covered cock. With one final snap of his hips, heat shot deep into your womb, coating your insides in milky white. The rest pooled against his groin, spilling onto the floor to join the rest of the filth the two of you created.
His animalistic sounds had morphed into more subdued moans that played over and over like a broken vinyl as he came down from his raptured high.
Every word of caution from your family about Jeno seemed to be nonexistent now, because of you.
You were nothing more than a toy for him to use.
His exited you in a single breath, allowing your bruised body to slump onto the floor.
Convulsions soon followed as you felt his juices ooze out of your swollen hole.
You were catatonic, barely even reacting to how shameless he was in fixing his attire.
Only your hearing guided you to what he would do next.
Maybe it was in your favor that your eyes were stuck facing the door, away from the eventual slaughter of your friends.
You heard Jeno pick up his knife from the floor and walk over to what you presumed to be Renjun’s cage first.
The rustling of the metal grew just as loud as his hysterical cries.
But there was something else in the distance that you could hear, outside of the cabin.
Footsteps.
They grew in speed until a brief stop.
Luckily you were facing the door, hoping for some sort of savior.
It couldn’t have been Jaemin or Karina, as you would’ve heard the flutter of their wings instead.
Through your frozen state, only your eyes could widen as you heard the door crash open.
There standing with frenzied breaths was…Hendery.
“Jeno I’ve been looking every—”
You watched as he dropped his hands, eyes scanning the sickening scene in front of him. There was a deafening pause, where you hoped the last bit of humanity rested within Hendery.
You could only listen as he lunged at Jeno with a scream.
“You can’t fucking do this!!!”
There was an obvious power struggle, enough to knock over various items in the cabin that crashed to the ground, but not enough to make you flinch.
“Stop!! Jeno—”
Another pause, and this time you heard a knife enter someone’s skin. A rupture of what sounded like muscle tendon rang through your ears, followed by gurgling.
Time seemed to slow down as Xiaojun and Renjun entered your vision.
Without a second thought, they lifted your broken body into their arms, a collaborative effort considering your current state.
It was then that you saw the aftermath.
Jeno was sprawled on the floor in a pool of his own blood, with his knife peeking out of his neck.
The entire struggle was the claim of a life. But through it all, Hendery had set you all free.
Your tears seemed to match that of the dark-haired human as he fell to his knees, mourning the loss of his brother by his own hands.
A lasting memory that was etched into your mind instantly.
Soon, the smell of petrichor entered your nose and then came the moonlight that illuminated your skin.
As the two of them flew up into the sky, you felt Renjun place Winter and Giselle’s flower crown into your arms as you were carried to freedom.
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First Meeting
Banter
Mutual Pining
Make Them Laugh/Being Silly
Holding Hands
Acts of Devotion
Missing Them
Love Letters
Giving Moral Support
Asking for Reassurance
First "I Love You"
Bear Hugs
Night Out
Cooking Together
Sharing Food
Long Walks and/or Conversations
Caught in the Rain
Caretaking
Taking a Nap Together
Wearing/Stealing Each Other's Clothes
Flower Crowns
Sincere Flattery
Forehead Kiss/Touch
Established "I Love You"
"This Made Me Think of You"
Fixing/Repairing Something Together
Trying Something New
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Off Limits - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)
🍺 Summary: A night of drinking with your boyfriend’s best friend, Seonghwa, ends up with things going too far.
🍺 Word count: 5k
🍺 Genre and warnings: one shot. fem pronouns for reader. cheating kink. oral sex, both seonghwa and reader receiving. messy blowjob. cum eating. dirty talk, reader is called “whore” and “slut”.
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this fic is not meant to represent seonghwa in any way, shape or form.
You should have stopped around two drinks ago but that would be a problem for Future You, the one that had an early morning flight home tomorrow.
In the dim lighting of the bar, you motion for another drink before looking over at Seonghwa, leaning close to him and saying too loudly, “Are you getting another?”
He shrugs and nods at the bartender who goes to work on your drinks. It is Tuesday night, close to eleven, and the two of you are drunk.
This is not your first time being drunk with Seonghwa, not when he is best friends with your boyfriend. This is just the first time you are drunk alone with him. Actually, the past few days has been the most time you’ve spent alone with him in general, seeing as that your boyfriend had a last minute work commitment pop up, leading to him cancelling his trip. But he urged you to keep your plane ticket, saying that at least one of you should have some fun.
But the fun is winding down now. Tomorrow the trip ends, and you should already be in bed. Instead, what went from one last meal together has turned into sitting at the bar with Seonghwa, drinking too much and talking.
Seonghwa, with his bright blonde hair, sleeveless black shirt and jeans, looks effortlessly attractive. He always does though, with any hair colour, in any outfit. You are used to his beauty, his muscles, even his feminine small waist. In the five years of being with your boyfriend, you’ve been around Seonghwa enough to note how otherworldly good looking he is in a detached, almost scientific manner. There is no point in studying his cheekbones, his pink lips, or his jawline because he is strictly Off Limits.
“Okay, okay, finish the story,” You slur slightly, motioning with your hands for Seonghwa to continue the ridiculous tale he has been telling.
“Well, I was on the third floor fucking her and then I hear this lock turn and I realize her husband is coming back,” He continues from where he left off, “And next thing I know I’m on the fire escape trying to tug my boxers back on.”
“You’re lying! This story is total bullshit!”
“It is not! Why would I make this up?”
“I would’ve heard this before,” You counter.
Seonghwa shakes his head, “I don’t tell you these types of stories,” He says solemnly.
Until tonight. There are a lot of things you have been learning about your boyfriend’s best friend in spending the last few days alone with him. He’s a bit of whore (non-derogatory, of course) which shouldn’t really surprise you given how hot he is (and Off Limits). This week alone included fishing out some random woman’s pair of underwear from under the guest bed, another woman’s bra ending up in your laundry, down to the way someone in the lobby of his apartment building made puppy dog eyes at him while walking by. Then, there are the stories you have wheedled out of him – the one night stands, the threesomes, the risqué almost public sex, down to the current story of how he slept with a married woman two years ago.
You don’t press Seonghwa as to why he doesn’t tell you these type of stories – you are also Off Limits. But in spending so much time around him without the barrier of your boyfriend, there is a sort of strange relaxed tension brewing. Which you are ignoring, of course.
The bartender slides the newly made drinks in your direction which you promptly take a swig from. Seonghwa has asked for no such stories from you, most likely because they would all involve your boyfriend and he is not interested in hearing about how his best friend fucks you.
“Did you get caught?”
“No but I don’t think I moved as fast in my life. I was still tugging my shirt on while hurrying down the street. She ended things that night, said it was too risky.” A small shrug. “You win some, you lose some.”
Your head is swimming from drinking too much and there is a curious heat in between your thighs at the idea of Seonghwa ploughing some married woman. You’re way too drunk, you lecture but the words slump downwards onto the floor of your brain without really registering.
“Morally wrong, a little hot though,” You reply without really thinking, taking another gulp of your drink.
Seonghwa, who is in the middle of his own swig, stops for a split second, peering at you over the rim of his glass. You avert your gaze quickly, pretending the board listing all the beers is suddenly fascinating.
“Isn’t it common knowledge stuff that is off limits ends up being hotter?” Seonghwa ponders aloud, bringing his glass down onto the bar top with a heavy thunk.
Something about his words hit the middle of your chest and for a brief second, your breathing catches. The comment could almost have a double meaning…but no, you brush it to the side, knowing the level of booze involved is making sure neither of you are speaking clearly.
“That is true. Or stuff your partner isn’t into that you like,” You blurt out.
Seonghwa freezes again and then his finger runs along the length of the top of the glass in a slow circle, not looking at you. “Speaking from personal experience?”
“Maybe.”
You have never discussed your sex life with your boyfriend to Seonghwa, respecting the friendship and the fact he probably wouldn’t want to hear about such things. But the sheer level of booze you have consumed has loosened your tongue in a manner that you’ve never had around him before, making you too relaxed, slouching closer to him as if going to whisper a secret.
And Seonghwa, just as drunk, meets you halfway. This close, you can smell the cologne clinging to his shirt, can admire the way the light slants against the muscles of his arms, the tiny beads of sweat along his hairline from the warmth of the bar, and cheekbones that people would pay for. You like this hair colour on him, the bright blonde somehow not washing him out at all. Very few could pull it off –
“Why are we leaning together?” Seonghwa finally asks in a quiet voice when you don’t speak.
“Oh, shit, sorry,” You lower your voice to a conspiratorial level akin to two girls sharing a secret at a sleepover, “I’ve always wanted to give like a certain type of blowjob but he isn’t into it.”
Seonghwa’s brows furrow in confusion. “Certain type?”
“You know…like really messy. A big mess.”
“A messy blowjob.”
“Right.”
He still looks confused. “Not that I really want to picture my friend getting his dick sucked but aren’t blowjobs inherently messy?”
Exasperated, you go, “Yes but I don’t mean cliché messy. I mean…just sloppy. Spit and cum and all over my t-shirt and him finishing in my mouth and just…you know, messy.”
Seonghwa has stiffened ever so slightly like a cold breeze came in when a new group of people just pushed the bar door open. You didn’t feel any breeze but whatever, his body probably blocked it.
He clears his throat a little. “He doesn’t want that?”
“No, I’ve tried explaining it before but he doesn’t get it. He doesn’t find it hot. So, you know…the sex is just…it’s very neat and tidy. Organized.” You wave your hands a little drunkenly as if the motion explains something that your words can’t.
Seonghwa shifts slightly, taking a very large swig from his drink, tilting his head back. His Adam’s apple bobs and you stare at it, entranced for a few moments. Your thighs clench. You’ve never actually talked about your graphic sloppy blowjob fantasy with anyone but your boyfriend and after his refusal of it, you didn’t think you would bring it up again – especially to Seonghwa. But the booze has you feeling warm all over and particularly chatty.
He finishes the drink, bringing the glass down with an even heavier thunk than before. Then he goes, “Shame he is missing out on something so fun.”
His reply throws you but before you can wrap your head around it, Seonghwa slides off the barstool, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
“Finish your drink up so we can get back and go to sleep. We have to get up early. I’ll go pay.”
You watch him saunter off to the end of the bar where the cash register is. When he pulls out his wallet, your eyes travel up along his toned arms, swallowing hard. Shame he is missing out on something so fun. Now what the hell did that mean? Did that mean Seonghwa had done that before? He’s into that? Not that it mattered. No, it didn’t matter. You have a boyfriend. Who didn’t want a messy and sloppy blowjob. Unlike Seonghwa. The heat between your thighs grows and your fingers dig into the denim of your jeans, trying to get a grip on your drunken brain.
After paying, it is just a ten minute walk back to his apartment. Even so, the pace is slow, the cold air feeling good against your skin after the warmth of the bar. Sometimes, your feet wobble and you brush against Seonghwa’s arm which sends electric shocks down your back. At one point, he steadies you from toppling off the curb.
“It’s the heels,” You explain, gesturing to the five inch black pumps that made sense about three hours ago, “Not too good for drinking.”
“Probably not a good idea to wear fuck me pumps while drunk,” Seonghwa remarks in a throaty voice.
“These are not fuck me pumps.”
“They absolutely are.”
“Are not,” You reply stubbornly as his apartment grows closer.
“Yes, they are,” Seognhwa slurs, gesturing to your feet, “Look at the heels on those things, like you should have your legs spread and those heels propped up on the edge of a table or something.”
This creates an obscenely vivid mental image of what he has just described only instead of picturing your boyfriend, you are picturing Seonghwa.
“That’s pornographic,” You retort.
“He fuck you in those?”
You scoff, “Oh, now you want personal details of how your best friend fucks me?”
“Well, if he doesn’t want a messy blowjob from you, then what else isn’t he doing?” He counters quickly.
At the entrance to the apartment complex, Seonghwa inputs the code to unlock the main doors and you trail after him into the foyer and down the hallway towards his apartment on the first floor. Not only are you drunk but it is impossible to deny that you are getting worked up too. The conversation is veering into something dangerous.
“No, he doesn’t fuck me in these,” You answer a little too loudly, given how quiet the hallway is.
Seonghwa stops in front of his apartment door, fumbling with the key a bit before it finally goes into the lock and opens. Stumbling into his apartment, you turn around to watch him close the door.
With his back to you, he goes, “No sex in the fuck me pumps, no sloppy blowjobs. Sounds like you’ve been overdo for some fun.”
Exhaling slowly, you take a step backwards, turning away from him and going to the kitchen. I should get some water and go to bed, you tell yourself but it is difficult to think clearly. You are too horny and too drunk. Seonghwa follows, leaning against the kitchen counter as you pull down a glass and get some water.
“Hm,” is all you say in reply, not wanting to shit talk your boyfriend in bed but unable to deny Seonghwa is telling the truth. Maybe if you were sober, the denial would come easily. You take a sip of water, sneaking a glance at him.
His arms are crossed, his jeans hanging low off his hips, his hair a little messy from the wind outside. You swallow hard, suddenly overwhelmingly horny. When you finish gulping down your water, he turns his attention to you, taking you by surprise as he leans forward.
Bringing his hand upwards, Seonghwa’s fingers brush across your bottom lip. The touch sends a buzzing down your spine, your lips parting slightly as he holds his finger up to you to show that it is wet.
“You always drink messily too?” His voice is low, his eyes half lidded with desire.
It is strange to see that look on Seonghwa’s face, of all people. It feels incredibly intimate to know what he looks like when turned on especially directed at you.
“I do lots of things messy,” You mumble.
“You wanna show me?”
You’re supposed to be Off Limits, you think hazily but it is evident that those protests are feeble things coming from a version of yourself that isn’t drunk and horny. Bringing your hand forward slowly, you press your palm against the front of his jeans. His breath catches. You can feel the bulge straining against his boxers and denim and it is all you can do not to drop to your knees immediately.
“I can show you,” the voice that comes out of you is low and throaty, lightheaded with wanting Seonghwa.
You squeeze him through his jeans and his hands grip the back of the counter as if to steady himself as he replies, “I hope it’s messy and you don’t waste my time.”
As if possessed by something raw inside your chest, you are dropping to your knees, fingers working the button of his jeans, almost salivating over the idea of sucking his cock the way you have always wanted to. The sound of his zipper sliding downwards seems to be incredibly loud in your ears as if it is some sort of signal indicting just exactly what you are about to do and how you shouldn’t be doing it.
Seonghwa’s cock springs free from the confines of his boxers, rock hard, larger than your boyfriend’s. It is the sort of cock that you would go wild to suck on and have in your mouth and the fact that it belongs to someone other than your boyfriend would matter more if you weren’t so drunk, if you weren’t so horny, if you didn’t want Seonghwa this much.
As if in a dream, you gingerly curl your hand around his girth, feeling his warmth against your palm. You can’t get over the size, already drooling at the idea of Seonghwa stretching your mouth out. Unable to look up at him, you spit on the head of his cock, stroking his length as you get him covered in your salvia.
“You getting shy on me?” Seonghwa suddenly asks, his voice still tinged with booze, the edges of the words slurring ever so slightly like pages folding in the corners of a well read book.
“No,” You mumble but the truth is that now that your fantasy is right in front of your face, the shyness is seeping in.
He brushes your hand away from his cock, holding it close to your lips, going, “I’ll help. Open your mouth.”
The command leaves you breathless, obeying immediately. Your underwear is sticking to your pussy from how worked up you are. You cannot remember the last time you were this wet.
“Let’s see how much of me you can fit in your pretty mouth,” Seonghwa says.
One hand rests very lightly on the back of your head as he pushes his dick in your mouth. Your lips stretch around him, trying to accommodate how thick he is. Pools of spit form at the base of your mouth as his length slides in. Your eyes flutter before closing, loving the size of him and, as improper as it is to admit, loving the fact that you definitely should not be doing this with Seonghwa.
Spit bubbles at the corners of your lips as you sputter around his cock before finally hitting your limit and gagging. Seonghwa immediately pulls out, long strands of spit and precum connecting the tip of his cock to your lips before breaking and falling across the front of your shirt.
Breathing hard, you finally look up at him, lips parted slightly as he admires a red lipstick smear on his cock before nodding approvingly. “You almost took all of me,” He remarks.
“Do it again,” You tell him urgently.
“All the years I spent around you, I didn’t peg you for such a cock slut,” Seonghwa says and it is the casual and almost affectionate use of slut that makes your pussy tighten and your desire grow ever more powerful.
This time you don’t wait for him and instead wrap your mouth around his cock, taking as much as you can once again. Seonghwa groans as you do so, your cheeks puffed out from guiding his length down your throat, your tongue pressing against his shaft.
Your boyfriend’s best friend has a dream cock to gag and drool over. Unlike before, you don’t remain still but bob your head up and down on him, letting your drool go freely, making a mess on his cock. It dribbles out of your mouth and onto your shirt, the mess growing bigger by the second.
“F-fuck,” He grunts when his cock slips out from in between your lips as he takes in the sight of you on your knees, your shirt covered in spit and precum, lipstick smeared all over his length.
You jerk him off, your hand sliding all over the drool across his cock, listening to the noises he makes. Lowering your head, you drag your tongue against his balls, stopping to suck on them, hearing Seonghwa groan louder.
“You know,” He says in a cracked voice, “We really shouldn’t be doing this.”
You hum a reply that is difficult to make out when your mouth is filled with his balls and your tongue is lapping against them. You get the feeling Seonghwa isn’t bringing this up as some moral lecture but moreso because he is secretly enjoying how improper the entire thing is.
“But I’d be lying,” He continues, “If I didn’t say I haven’t thought about it before.”
Dragging your tongue upwards along his shaft, you pause with the tip of his cock pressing against your lips to look up at him. Your heart skips a beat at his words, refusing to believe them.
“No, you didn’t,” You reply, narrowing your eyes.
Seonghwa is breathing heavily, hands still gripping the counter, knuckles white. Some of his blonde hair has fallen in front of his face as he looks at you with your hand wrapped around his cock.
“Yes, I did.”
“Show me what you thought of then.”
“I thought of,” He moves your hand away from his cock, positioning himself at your mouth again, “Exactly this. You with your mouth stuffed,” Seonghwa moves his hips, his cock pushing past your lips again, “Making a mess all over me and your clothes,” Another inch in your mouth, your tongue pressing against it, drool forming at the base of your lips and running down your chin and onto your shirt, “Then you’d look up at me with your pretty eyes,” You reflexively do so with your lips stretched around his girth, “And I would know what a whore you are.”
Seonghwa pulls his cock away from you, and it falls from your mouth, leaving sticky strands of cum falling off your lips and down across your chin and shirt. Your clothes are a sight to behold, covered in drool and cum, running down the front of your shirt with some landing on your jeans.
You don’t know if he is telling the truth in regards to the fantasy or if it is just dirty talk. You have spent every moment since meeting Seonghwa working to not allow one perverted thought pop in your head. Had he really not done the same?
Regardless of the truth, it doesn’t change the fact that you are currently on your knees for him in his kitchen with your boyfriend a distant thought. Leaning forward, you go back to blowing Seonghwa, your head bobbing up and down, cheeks hollow as you suck his cock. Seonghwa groans, his head rolling back as you do so, a strangled gasp tumbling from his lips.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” He exclaims, his breathing hard and fast.
This only spurns you on, working him with both your hand and your mouth. Your hand is a sticky mess, his cock slick with spit, easy to jerk off in between sucking him, sticking your tongue out.
Seonghwa’s breathing catches, groaning louder before saying in a hoarse voice, “I’m going to cum down your throat, fill your stomach up with my cum.”
You can’t help yourself – with your other hand you are trying to rub your pussy through your jeans. You are so wet that you didn’t think it was possible to be this turned on, and the idea of Seonghwa cumming is making you go insane.
“G-god, you fucking slut,” He gasps out, seeing how desperate you are, “I’m going –”
Seonghwa grunts as he begins to cum in your mouth, covering your tongue in his load. There is so much of it that he fills your mouth quickly, and it spills out over your lips, dribbling off your chin and along the fabric covering your tits. His breathing is unsteady as he forces his eyes open to look at you, covered in spit, cum and drool. You keep your mouth open, letting him see it full of his cum before you try to swallow it. But there is so much of it that you try to scoop it off your chin, smearing it all over your fingers.
Panting, Seonghwa takes in the sight of you covered in his cum. You can only imagine how you look – your shirt stuck to your skin, soaked through from the blowjob, your lips and chin smeared in his load. He extends his hand downwards, waiting for you to grab it.
“C’mere,” He says gruffly as you stand unsteadily, your legs a little numb from being on your knees with your high heels folded underneath you.
You aren’t sure what his plan is. Your brain is too focused on how horny you are and how good sucking your boyfriend’s best friend’s cock had felt. Seonghwa holds you by the waist and in one swift motion hoists you up onto the dining room table near the kitchen counter. A random assortment of items clatter to the floor but he doesn’t seem to notice. Both of you are too drunk and worked up for one another.
He is fumbling with the button on your jeans, his hair falling in front of his face as he does so. Impatiently, you help him, wiggling out of your jeans as they join the rest of the items on the floor. He swiftly tugs off your underwear – but of course leaves your high heels on.
“Spread your legs,” He growls, sitting in the nearest chair before leaning forward and spitting obscenely onto your pussy, “I want to see your cunt take my fingers.”
Like earlier, seeing Seonghwa in this position is wrong and it makes you wetter. He brings one hand to graze along your leg, stopping to spare a glance at the high heels as his other hand comes up to your mouth, extending two fingers. You wrap your lips around them, your entire body buzzing with desire as you wet them. Seonghwa removes them a few seconds later, bringing his hand downward to gently spread your pussy lips apart.
“What a cute little pink pussy,” He remarks while inserting one finger into your hole which immediately tightens down around him, causing Seonghwa to smirk, “You’re drenched. You liked sucking my cock that much, whore?”
You whimper in response, eyes closing as you lose yourself in his finger buried in your cunt and just how wrong the entire situation is. If you were sober, more time would be spent lecturing yourself than enjoying it and some part of you is secretly gleeful at the ability to hide behind being intoxicated.
Seonghwa slips another finger inside your wetness as you almost lose your balance from propping yourself up with your high heels on the edge of the table, the pleasure overwhelming. His pace is slow and steady but his words are relentless.
“You look like a fucking slut taking my fingers like this while you are covered in my cum and your drool. Look at the front of your shirt – how would you be able to explain such a thing to him?” You know the him he is referring to. “That you made a mess because you were sucking my cock?”
You wiggle down against his fingers as he increases the speed. The noise of your wet cunt taking his fingers is lewd and Seonghwa seems to get off on it, fingerbanging you hard and fast as your walls tighten around him.
Seonghwa brings his face to nestle in between your thighs, dragging his tongue against your clit unexpectedly. You jump, surprised, gasping at the sudden pleasure. Your hand flies to his hair, gripping the bright blonde locks in between your fingers. He grunts, pounding his fingers as far as they can go into your cunt and wiggling them upwards as his tongue works your clit.
Opening your eyes, you look downwards to take in the sight of your boyfriend’s best friend in between your thighs. He is lost in sucking your clit, his fingers buried deep inside you, the pressure mounting with each passing second. As if sensing your stare, he opens his eyes to look at you. The eye contact makes you shiver, your grip on his hair tightening.
“Cum against my face,” His words are muffled by your thighs, “Be a good slut and cum against my face.”
Turning into a panting and moaning mess, all you can do is groan from his words. His fingers don’t stop fucking your cunt and his tongue never leaves your clit for a moment, lapping at it vigorously as your orgasm draws closer and closer.
“Keep doing that,” You gasp, “Don’t stop.”
“Fucking whore,” He spits against your cunt, smearing it against your clit with his thumb. His face is covered in your wetness, one dollop of spit falling off his bottom lip and onto his shirt before he brings his face back downwards to make you finish.
And you do finish, your orgasm starting almost as soon as the tip of his tongue touches your clit. Arching your hips, still holding onto Seonghwa’s hair, you climax with such an intensity that you can feel yourself gush against his fingers which makes him groan and start to lick it up. You don’t think that you have ever orgasmed this hard before and it is all over the face of your boyfriend’s best friend. Bucking your hips against Seonghwa’s face, your high heels almost slipping off the table, you can hear him urging you on, calling you a good whore, as you ride out the orgasm.
As you come down from it, you slump against the table. Your body is warm, thighs sticky with cum, panting from the intensity of the climax. You finally release your grip on Seonghwa’s hair and he straightens up, pushing away from the table to look down at you on the table.
Both of you are messy, covered in cum and spit. Seonghwa’s normally perfect looking hair is sticking up all over the place from where you held onto it. There is a look in his eyes and you know a split second what he is going to do before he does it.
He leans forward, his hand sliding under your back to push you upwards, his lips crushing yours in a kiss that threatens to confirm his earlier words that thinking of you had been true. Your hands grab onto the front of his shirt, tongue in his mouth; Seonghwa tastes like cum and sin and when the kiss breaks, a strand of spit connects your lips to his.
Panting, he untangles himself from you, giving a small shake of his head as if to wipe away the booze and lust that has led the two of you into what you just did.
It is then you see the time on the kitchen clock. Before you can stop yourself, you groan aloud although this time it is dismay than lust.
“I’m gonna be exhausted for this flight,” You lament.
“Better get you off to bed then,” Seonghwa remarks and you can feel it – the moment shifting away from the pornographic back to the earlier dynamic.
He helps you slide off the table, your legs wobbly from the orgasm, teetering in your high heels. You snatch up your underwear to slide them on, not caring about your jeans, as Seonghwa pulls his boxers back on. Distantly, you wonder when the guilt will hit at what the two of you just did. At least we didn’t fuck, you think half heartly.
Following him down the hallway towards the guest room, Seonghwa clearing his throat softly makes you look over your shoulder. He is in the doorway to his own room, a silhouette against the bedroom light, his hair unnaturally bright yet face in shadow.
“You know,” He begins and his voice is remarkably clear as if having sobered up in the aftermath of what happened, “If you ever want to visit again, you can. Alone. I mean.” The words hang in the air with dangerous intent, the idea of anything being off limits clearly out the window.
Your heart skips a beat, fingers tightening around the door handle for a brief moment.
“Sounds good,” You reply quietly before turning around and sliding into the bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind you.
It doesn’t take long to fall asleep, your body languid from booze and sex and the future like a sharp yet beautiful knife glinting in the darkness where perhaps nothing is truly off limits.
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All To Yourself
pairing: best friend!Wonwoo x gn!reader
genre: a bit of fluff and suggestive (implied smut), best friends to lovers!AU
warnings: cursing, kissing, sexual tension, mild scratching, slight possessiveness, mutual pining but make it silent, use of petnames (sweetheart, baby)
word count: will add later
Summary: Maybe you shouldn't have kissed your best friend. Or maybe you should have done it sooner.
Author's note: There is no excuse anymore lmao, y'all can blame @delicatewerewolfsoul for this
tagging: @dinosbestie @wonwussy @wonwoosthetic (suffer hehe <3)
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Jeon Wonwoo is a very intriguing person.
He always has a way to make heads turn around, enticing people with his naturally attractive looks and smart wits, but only a few selected have actually grasped what he's all about.
You, as his best friend, are one of them.
It's really funny, actually. How cliché everything is - having a crush on the off limits hot best friend for the longest time and cheeks heating up every time you're meeting up with him, whether it's at your favorite cat café or that ramen restaurant that you've been going to since college.
Except it has started to get unbearable as of lately and it's about to drive you crazy, especially now that he's staying at your place, because the floor of his own apartment is currently being repaired - a broken pipe in the kitchen can be a pain in the ass.
And that's how your best friend ended up staying over.
"Hey Y/N?", "Yeah?", "Do you have any spare towels?", "They are in the cupboard, under the counter", you answer, "Why do you ask?".
"Uh, I wanna take a shower and I forgot to get some from my house", he rubs his neck, "I hope it's okay?", "Yeah, of course it is, you dumbass!", you laugh it off, "Go ahead, Won".
You go back into finding something good to order for the night when you suddenly realize what is about to happen.
Wonwoo is taking a shower in your bathroom. And will come out in just a towel - your towel.
"Oh God, calm down, calm the fuck down, he's just taking a shower", you're muttering to yourself, rubbing your hands on your thighs to calm down.
"Fuck I am not okay", you huff and open the fridge, taking out a bottle of ice cold water, downing it in one go.
Not knowing what to do, you go into your bedroom and plop on the bed like a starfish, contemplating about your life choices and feelings.
Feelings. Like the romantic ones you have for Wonwoo. The ones you could never admit to him because you're shy and scred you'll ruin your friendship with him.
"God I have fucked up so bad, I want him so bad", you whine and cover your face in your hands, kicking your feet in annoyance.
"Who do you want so bad?".
You almost shriek out loud and jump on the bed when you hear Wonwoo's voice from the door and your eyes are about to jump out of your head as soon as your gaze falls on his body.
His naked body, covered by your towel hanging low on his hips. Keyword: your.
"Are you going to answer my question, sweetheart?", he asks you again, a cheeky smile resting on his face. "Hmm, no, I don't think I will", you get up and make a beeline for the living room, but Wonwoo blocks the doorstep with his arm.
"Wonwoo, can you please move so I can go to the living room?", you ask him with a nervous tone, trying to keep your composure. "Hmm, no, I don't think I will", his voice drops an octave and he effortlessly pins you on the wall, caging you between his arms, his perfectly sculpted torso right in front of your face.
"Wonwoo, what are you doing?", "Me or you?", "Can you just let me go- fuck you smell so good", you mutter as your nose inches closer to his skin, a sweet, sexy scent invading your senses, making your knees turn to jello.
"Bitter Peach", "H-Huh?", "That's the name of the perfume I use, sweetheart", "You...wear perfume right after showering?", "Only on special occasions", he chuckles, his face inching closer to yours.
"Am I a special occasion then?", you ask him, voice barely a whisper, breathing growing uneven with each passing second.
"You've always been the special one to me, Y/N", Wonwoo whispers back, his feline like eyes searching for any sign of hesitation, any negative emotion, hoping there's no trace of them.
His heart skips a beat when you unexpectedly smash your lips on his, a low moan bubbling in his chest, the same chest your hands are palming, either because you needed a supporting surface or you wanted to roam your hands on his still damp body. Probably the second.
He instinctively holds the side of your neck, something he has been dying to do for so fucking long. He can feel your hands clutching on him, your nails subtly scratching his skin and it makes his chest swell with pride.
"So eager to keep me all to yourself, aren't you?", "As if that wasn't your goal all along - I bet the flooding in your apartment was a lie", you pull back to catch your breath, head resting on the wall. "No, that wasn't a lie. But it was a wonderful chance for our very cliché scenario to unfold, don't you think?", he raises his eyebrow in a cheeky manner and you can't help but roll your eyes.
"If you want to see the scenario unfold as you said, I think it's time you dropped that towel", you tug at the soft fabric teasingly. Wonwoo scoffs and picks you up in his arms, walking a few steps backwarsa until he reaches the bed and puts you down on your back, supporting himself on his arms.
"Don't worry, baby, I will drop the towel... After I'm done taking off your clothes".
#wonwoo fluff#wonwoo suggestive#svt wonwoo#jeon wonwoo#svt fluff#svt suggestive#seventeen fluff#seventeen suggestive#seventeen fanfics#seventeen
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You Shouldn't Have to See Me This Way
Hiiiii it's me again with another one-shot.
This was requested by @dogmom2014on my one-shots of Peter Ballard post. You can find it and make a request here.
I will be responding to all requests, but please be patient with me!
Summary: You’re a Lab employee an Peter finds you crying in a storage closet
Genre: fluff and angst
Rating: G
Tags: none :) it's just a super cute lil story :)
Days at the Lab working as an orderly had become so trying. There were so many demands made of you, so many rules to follow, so many tasks to complete. Every day was a replica of the last, each shift presenting the same mundane, yet anxiety-inducing responsibilities. Some days made it hard for you to remember why you had even chosen this career. Why was this the path you were on? It became overwhelming, swallowing you with a hollow sense of guilt that you hadn’t quite processed.
But then there were times when your circumstances lightened. The way certain children would smile at you when you helped them, the gleam you saw in their eyes when they reached a goal you had been helping them work towards. Other orderlies at the Lab were friendly, and you enjoyed being able to share such a unique connection with a group of people. And then there was Peter.
Peter had always been the friendliest. He was so warm, so comforting to be with. He was one of the few people who would ask you how you were doing and actually listen to your response. In many ways, Peter had taken you under his wing when you started. He taught you the rules so you wouldn’t have to learn them the hard way, and kept you company when the two of you had minutes to spare together. It was no surprise that you found yourself falling for him, head over heels. Peter was poetry in a world that was still learning the alphabet.
Today, however, had presented itself with its own set of trials, and you hadn’t seen Peter around to give you a moment of quiet amidst the chaos. The stressful burdens of your job weighed too heavily upon your shoulders, and it was for this reason that you found yourself alone with your head in your hands, tears streaming shamelessly down your cheeks, hidden away in a storage closet that was seldom visited.
Time passed differently when you were in complete solitude. No children bickering, no orders being barked at you by Dr. Brenner, no keeping your posture in check in front of your coworkers, nothing. You were allowed to slide apart and finally feel human. The seven minutes you had been sitting in the closet felt like mere seconds. It was time to pick yourself up and face the music again. You tried your best to wipe away your sobs, dabbing the sleeve of your cardigan beneath your eyes, so as not to irritate your skin. Your face was puffy, however, and you knew if anyone was paying close attention, they would know you had been crying.
“Okay, just hold on, let me grab a mop, give me a second,” you heard a muffled voice call out from the hallway. There was no time to hide, no time to come up with a lie as to why you were standing here alone, holding yourself and sniveling.
The door swung open and you held your head low, tucking your head into your chest and keeping your eyes locked on the floor. But to your relief, it was Peter who stepped into the closet.
“Oh, hey.. Hey, Y/N, are you okay?” Peter asked, strolling fully into the limited space and allowing the door to close behind him. His voice was so delicate and kind, each syllable falling from his lips like honey.
“Yeah… yeah, sorry, I’m fine,” you lied, carelessly wiping your nose with the back of your forearm. You couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with him. Although the two of you had talked liberally in the past, he had never seen you this vulnerable.
“No, no you’re not,” he cooed, striding closer to you and tenderly placing his hand on your upper arm, “Tell me what’s going on.”
“It’s just,” you began, but that lump in your throat returned. Having someone actually ask made it more difficult to pretend you were your normal, charming self. “It’s just a lot here sometimes, y’know?”
Peter closed his eyes and nodded in agreement, running his hand soothingly up and down.
“I know, but you’re so strong. You are seriously such a great person, Y/N,” Peter reassured you. If only he knew how he really made you feel, how deeply you pined for him, how desperately you wanted him to touch you as more than a consoling friend. It burned a hole in your stomach that caused shame to rise into your chest for even letting him witness you in such a state.
A beat of silence passed between you before Peter dropped his touch from you, his eyes searching for yours.
“Thanks Peter, but I really shouldn’t have done this. I’m sorry you had to see me this way.”
You shuffled away from him and towards the door, your shoulders bumping as you passed him. Your hand touched the door’s handle just as Peter’s fingers wrapped around your elbow. He turned you back around, not ready to let you face the outside halls unprotected.
“Y/N, please, you can talk to me,” Peter promised.
You brushed his grip away from you, not wanting him to detain you any longer.
“No, Peter, I don’t think I can.”
Peter’s expression shifted from concerned to borderline sickly.
“Of course you can. Have I ever steered you wrong?”
You wracked your brain for a response. He hadn’t, and you knew it in your guts, but you convinced yourself that this wasn’t what this was about. This wasn’t about the way he treated you, it was about the way he didn’t treat you.
“No, but-”
“No, but what?” Peter cut you off. You could practically see his temperature rising, escalating beyond mild annoyance.
“I just don’t know who I can trust here.”
Your voice was practically breaking under each word you spoke. You wanted so badly to simply be cradled in his arms, wholly protected by him. You did not want to fight, you couldn’t afford to lose him as your friend, but the way he persisted made it tricky not to match his irritated demeanor.
“You don’t think you can trust me? After everything I’ve done for you?” Peter asked. You swore you heard his voice tremble, a slight glimpse of sorrow peeking through his discontentment.
You picked at your fingernails, fidgeting beneath the heat of his interrogation. You recognized that he wasn’t outraged, but you worried that perhaps you had damaged the trust he had worked so hard to establish.
“I know Peter, I’m sorry… I just…” Your mind couldn’t find the words to express this war inside you. There was too much you couldn’t tell him.
“It’s fine. I’m sorry I pushed you so hard,” Peter apologized, his voice full of everything but remorse, “I guess I’ll take more care in picking who I choose to look out for.”
Peter walked towards you, ready to pass you by and leave the closet, but you stepped in front of him, wrapping your hand around the door knob, trapping him.
“Goddammit, I-” you exhaled, closing your eyes in frustration, “Thank you for looking out for me. Thank you for being my friend. I’m not trying to be a prick to you, I’m just so fucking confused.”
Peter’s defenses dropped, and he fell back into his compassionate spirit, clasping his hands in front of his belt. The seconds passing between you seemed like hours, the two of you breathing in each other’s sullen exhales. Peter brought a hand up to your face, his thumb gently grazing your cheekbone, wiping away a tear as his fingers tucked beneath your ear.
“Don’t be confused about me, okay? I’ll never tell you anything short of the entire truth.”
Peter’s sincere tone rang in your head and dragged a lump back into your throat. Tears pooled along your bottom lash line, ready to spill over with melancholy relief. You couldn’t resist any longer, you had to hold him. You stretched your arms out and wrapped them around his white linen uniform at his narrowest point, your head resting comfortably on his chest. His sinewy arms blanketed your frame, pulling you in so close that you could smell the detergent in his shirt. You took a shaky breath, attempting to capture this moment so that you could always return to it at your leisure.
“Thank you, Peter,” you praised. He stroked the back of your head, softly pulling strands of your hair down to your shoulders.
“I love you, Y/N. I will always protect you.”
#peter ballard#Peter Ballard x reader#Peter Ballard x you#Peter Ballard x y/n#001#henry creel#jamie bower#stranger things#vecna#jamie campbell bower#001 x reader#fics#my work#fluff
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re: previous post, blog tips!
if just a general pjo blog, that's your house man do what you want. In general though just being frequently active and posting original posts will draw people to your blog. That's just kind of how blogging works. tbh same applies to most social media. just tag things appropriately and you're good (don't crosstag [tag irrelevant stuff, ex: tagging specific characters on a post that does not reference them specifically] and you probably need less tags than you think in general. fandom tags + whatever your own blog's organizational tags are is probably sufficient.) I'll throw some general pjo tagging tips below a cut at the bottom of this post. And obviously don't repost other people's stuff, that's a given. Reblogging is fine, obviously, that's a different thing. The only other thing I would specifically advise is making sure to enable custom themes on your blogs, just cause it's a nice way to show people you're not a bot, customize your blog, and it's just way easier to navigate. Just pick a theme that has very clear buttons, please. Previous/next page, like, reblog, etc. I've personally been enjoying the theme Vision recently.
For askblogs specifically - particularly if your askblog is heavily story-based or OC-based, people aren't likely to reblog frequently from you, so it can be hard to get traction on your askblog. That's just kind of the nature of askblogs. People are also very unlikely to reblog advertisement posts for askblogs. Ergo, best way to get traction on your askblog is to post general art or etc (depending on genre of askblog) occasionally, particularly towards the beginning of the blog, especially little memes and jokes. Also again just posting regularly and tagging appropriately. If you need asks, you are allowed to send yourself prompts or ask your friends to send you ones. I also personally recommend saving asks, since some you might be able to use later or maybe just don't have an idea for yet.
Also if you're starting an askblog, ABSOLUTELY MAKE SURE you open your inbox! Turn on anon if you're able. And if your inbox gets overwhelmed only turn off anon, don't close the inbox completely. Turning off anon will limit the amount of asks you get by a lot. Most askblogs i've seen that have become inactive or died are askblogs that closed their inbox and lost steam as a result, or never opened their inbox to begin with and didn't realize. Also label your blog clearly as an askblog. Askblogs and rp blogs are different things. If it's an RP blog, don't label it as an askblog, and vice versa, unless it is genuinely intended to be both, in which case label it as both, but know 90% of the time if you intend for it to be both it will end up purely an rp blog anyways. Askblogs, even text askblogs, are just a different beast. You can always make two sideblogs for the same character if you'd like.
Tagging advice below the cut cause this got long:
With PJO specifically, general tagging tips - "pjo" and "riordanverse" are the main two to tag stuff with for main series stuff. You can tag stuff "percy jackson" cause that is the series name but i personally try to refrain from that on this blog at least cause it's also a tag shared with a specific character. Obviously if it's side series, MCGA + Magnus Chase or TKC + The Kane Chronicles respectively, plus "riordanverse." I dont usually tag HoO/Heroes of Olympus or TOA/Trials of Apollo unless it is very specifically about those series and not just the characters from that series. Really please stop flooding the HoO and TOA tags with irrelevant stuff. Just keep it to specific-to-that-series.
Also PJO specific character names i just do [whatever name they usually go by in the series] + [surname or if lacking surname, "[series abbreviation]"], so like Leo would be "Leo Valdez" or Dakota would be "Dakota PJO." For deity chars i tag same as no-surname, "[god] PJO" or "[god] TKC" or whatever. For Reyna specifically there seems to be a lot of variations of how her name gets tagged, such as including her middle name or not including the accent or hyphen. I usually try to tag her as "Reyna Ramírez-Arellano."
I usually order tags [series] > [characters] > [etc] + [personal blog organization tags and/or any content warnings necessary] > [commentary tags]. For awhile it was tumblr only counted the first like 5 tags for what to show in tag searches, i think it might be first 20 tags now? unclear. doesn't really matter.
Anyways don't crosstag cause that's spam and otherwise do whatever you want forever have fun
#pjo#riordanverse#askblogs#long post //#ask#< tagging this ask since it's a cont. of the previous ask
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When sharing stories on Tumblr, what makes for good tags to put on them?
Well, that depends. And there's likely people who do a lot of original writing on Tumblr who may have different answers, but:
I have a specific writing tag I use for both original and fanfiction ("Lyn Writing") as it helps me find things in my archive/blog search, and if folks are using those auto-tagger addons that just copy your tags, or the auto-copy of tags in mobile or other addons, it doesn't put "my writing" on their blog (which I get annoyed by).
For fanfiction, I'm going to tag the main fandom tag, and any relevant characters. Things like specific seasons, episodes, expansions, books, etc as necessary, especially if spoilery.
For original fiction, I might have an "original character" tag. If it's stuff I'm going to repeatedly post I make tags for specific OCs (or places, concepts, etc original to my writing). Usually in that last case, it's again a housekeeping method to make searching my own blog easier.
For either, there might be genre, general themes, ideas, concepts, or warnings I feel might be needed ("poetry, horror, romance, hope, names, family, violence"). Maybe some jabber commentary ("in which I try to write silly songs, OC just wants to take a nap"). If it's for a writing challenge or prompt that gets added, too, especially if the organizer has a requested tag or two to use ("DWC2024"). Sometimes I might use some Ao3 methodology to determine a few things (ratings, relationships, warnings, etc).
In the end, it's not too different from other posts one wants to be able to find, and/or tell people at a glance what's in the work, and what Searches it pops up in. For the question of "how easily do you want to find things on your own blog later," consider if you are keeping links on a page or post somewhere (also back up your work elsewhere always), and how easily do you want others to find your original stories? Do you have a specific writing tag on your pinned post or in your description?
Words and phrases in the body of a work, as well as in the tags, will pull up in the Search. Don't use tags (especially fandom tags) unrelated to one's work; that's a quick trip to "Blocked and Reported as Spam."
I also recommend anything over (my personal limit of) 500 words go under a cut. It's a delicate balance of "get people to read" when that's already difficult, so gotta hook them to hit that "Keep Reading" link, or stretch out dashes and annoy people who then scroll past (or block you or the post).
Original stuff likely won't be noticed often. The folks who do get noticed tend to have larger followings already, and/or are posting their stories as replies to writing prompts to start and getting noticed when folks trawl the notes of those posts.
A lot of it is, frankly, luck, and who reblogs to show a wider audience and then if any of them read and reblog, and so on.
So figure out the tagging scheme that works for you, link to friends and in Discord servers you're in, and reblog yourself a few times to catch followers with different timezones. Know only original posts show in the Search, not reblogs (even a reblog by OP). Write and post for the fun of it and keep expectations realistic so far as wide recognition, but honestly in the end, somewhat consistent posting, with consistent and clear tags, will slowly grow an audience over time.
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20 Questions More
This is a deeper and more detailed version of the 20 questions for AO3 fanfic writers. Thanks to @casualsavant for the tag. I'm not even sure I did the first 20 Questions round, but rules be damned.
1) How do you keep getting ideas for your ship/fandom?
Well, like anything I write, I get ideas from everything around me - they come to me from dreams, something I see, from random prompts, etc. As most writers know, we are simply the vessel, it's the brain goblins that tell us what to do.
2) Which authors inspire you in your fandom, and why are they so freakishly good?
Geez, we have so many in the Supercorp/Supergirl fandom. I'm not even sure that's a fair question. HA. I will inevitably leave someone out, but here are a few of my favorites @searidings, @jazzfordshire, @chaotic-super, @lovesastateofmind1, @innamorament0, @someoneyouloved93, @lostariels, @luthordamnvers, @thornedrose44, and @fazedlight. I read such a variety of genres, tags, and tropes that I will give almost anything a chance so the authors I read will vary. There's oh so many to choose from in this fandom and the vast talent is beyond imagination!
3) Aside from the characters of your main ship, who are the characters you love to write?
Hmmm, I like writing Sam, Andrea, and Jack. The rest of the main cast is fun too, but those three characters are fun to explore in fics. The shenanigans they get into together makes it easy to play with.
4) Are there pairings or tropes you know for sure you'd never write about? Which ones?
Karamel, Lames, and Kalex. I am pretty open-minded, but those are my hard limit ships. To each their own. It's not my thing at all. I'm pretty open to tropes, too. Haven't had a chance to explore too many yet.
5) What is your writing process and why is it cursed?
I'm not sure how to answer this one, really. It can vary depending on what's going on in my life and how the idea came about.
Generally speaking, I get an idea, outline the basic premise of the story (usually in a word or google doc), do whatever research is needed (longer fics), and just start writing (or staring at the outline and empty doc). That's writing too, ask any writer. LOL
One shots tend to be more like: get idea, sit at desk thinking while blank doc stares back at me tauntingly, look out window, turn back to blank doc, write three sentences, back space all three sentences, look out window again, write three more sentences, repeat previous steps, then the brain goblins take over and suddenly it's 4 hours later, somehow there's several thousand words staring back at me.
6) What is your favorite part of your writing process?
Because I am a huge nerd, the research. I love to research the things I write. Not all of my stories require it, but when they do, I dive right in. Completing the story is a big one too. The anxiety and excitement that comes with yeeting something into the ether is indescribable.
7) What’s the weirdest thing you’ve had to research for a fic?
Weirdest thing...pagan rituals and ancient runes or bondage/fetish clubs in Amsterdam. There is some really interesting things out there. I learned a lot during that time.
8) Is there a particular writing rule you struggle with (grammar, spelling, tense, reality in general)?
I think tense is one that slips on me. I try to catch them all during rereads and edits, but those little bastards are sneaky.
9) What was your hardest scene to write so far and why?
The panic attacks and abuse scenes relating to Lena in Carterhaugh-Wood Academy (CWA). Lena is my absolute favorite character and writing anything that causes her harm hurts my soul.
10) Have your characters ever done something you didn’t expect, changing your plot completely?
Is water wet? My characters always do what the brain goblins want despite my initial protest. I am just here to convey the message, after all.
11) If you could converse with any of the characters, who would it be and why?
Oh, hands down, Lena. I wouldn't pass up a chance to speak with any of them, let's be real, but Lena would be #1.
12) What are some of the tropes or themes that you find yourself returning to in your writing?
I am by nature a fluff and happy-ending writer. However, I am working on an angst with a happy ending fic at the moment. The tropes I have written so far have been limited to friends to lovers and a little light angst with happy ending. I'm still exploring other things. Hopefully 2024 will be the year I can flex my writing muscles and expand into new territory.
13) What's your most important resource as a writer?
Friends and other writers. Nothing beats a good brainstorming session with writer pals. I also like to do improv writing to boost creativity. You never know where a story will go when that happens.
14) Can you share some of your strategies for editing and revising your work?
The strategy depends on the story. For longer fics, I have a few writer friends that help with reading over it and helping with typos, grammar errors, and helping fluff up the places that need it. For one shots or shorter fics, I will let it sit for a bit, go back and read it again to do the editing and rewrite the places that my brain doesn't like.
15) Which is worse: making the summary, picking the tags, or the anxiety when you post your fic?
Oooof, definitely the posting anxiety. I usually immediately find something else to do so I don't obsess over it.
16) How do you define success for your fanfic - hits? Kudos? Comments? Bookmarks? Or just if you like it?
Hits, kudos, and comments are always fun and rewarding, but I write for my own enjoyment and sanity. I have plenty of fics that barely get any love, but I enjoy writing them. It's therapeutic for me. The rest is just noise. Also, like any writer, I love to hear from readers and try to respond to all my comments because they mean a lot to me.
17) Do you have a playlist for your favorite character/ship?
Sometimes, yes. It depends on what I am writing and how I am feeling. Most of the time it is instrumental piano and/or cello music because I will start accidentally typing the lyrics of a regular playlist. If I am going for a specific vibe or writing because of a specific song, I will have the song on repeat or at least an album by the artist.
18) If fan art was going to be made from your work, which fic would you pick and which fan artist would you like to create it?
SCBB delivered that on a platter for me. CWA got art from the multi-talented @bigmammallama5. If you haven't seen it, you can check it out here.
19) How many WIPs do you currently have?
13 total with another one that is in the planning stages.
20) What's your advice to new fanfic writers?
Write for yourself. If you love it, it brings you enjoyment, and adds to your life, continue doing it. You're not going to please everyone and there will be people who are less than kind about something you publish. Those voices don't matter. There is someone out there that has read or will read your work and it will stick with them for the rest of their lives. Always do it for you.
Tagging but no pressure: @lovesastateofmind1 @casualkoalatea @fabulousglitch and @sssammich
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WIP Wednesday
I was tagged by @wanderingaldecaldo to share some stuff I'm working on so AU rambling it is!
(Also I just realized that I am once again so behind on keeping up with my mentions and asks. I need more hours in the day. 😭)
So as some of y'all know, I am a long-time Tomb Raider super fan, and facets of OG Lara Croft almost always influence my OCs because she is just goals. Valerie was no exception here--Her canon street style and effortlessly cool and tough yet elegant vibes were very much inspired by the one and only Lady Croft.
When I realized that across these three mods (one, two, three) I could make a Tomb Raider Underworld-inspired outfit for Valerie, that just became my sole reason for living for like six hours.
Initially, I wasn't planning on delving into a story or anything with the shots--I just wanted to play with some Tomb Raider-esque settings to get a little break from the high-tech/low-life urban setting to refresh the muse--But then I realized this could actually be the perfect setting to explore another idea I had been sitting on for a while.
I had wanted to play with a Yakuza!Goro AU for some time now (turning to a life of organized crime if Arasaka hadn't picked him up has always seemed like something that could have been in the realm of possibility based on the little bit he shares about his childhood), and Lara does get tangled up with some Yakuza shenanigans in some storylines so 💡💡💡 Treasure Hunter/Yakuza AU: I Only Play for Sport (based on Lara's iconic one-liner in the intro of the 1996 game) was officially born!
Work has been nuts the past few weeks, and I didn't really feel like trying to figure out how to mod tats on Goro myself, so I asked the wonderful @86maylin if she was up for a private commission. Luckily, she was. 🙏🙏🙏 (Thank you again, May!)
This has also been another journey into building with AMM--I have a few very specific scenes in mind, and I wanted them to be in totally original settings created specifically for this AU instead of defaulting to my usual locations (like Hanako's estate).
To kick that off, I decided I wanted to make a little living space for Goro. I got a lot of good practice building a stage, essentially, when I did the little villainess shoot a little while ago, so I felt pretty confident that I could put together something loosely inspired by the Tokyo penthouse Lara visits in Tomb Raider Legend.
That game is almost 20 years old now, though, so the assets there were obviously very limited, and I wanted to make something a little more complete and cozy for Goro's home base, as it were. I'm still not finished with it (maybe like 75% of the way there), but I'm pretty happy with the progress:
And another huge thank you to @bnbc and @arasakas-ronin for y'all's prop packs because they have done a lot to add some of that cool-artifact-treasure-hunting goodness to the scene. (I've used a lot but I think this toy set and this decor set were most prominently used.)
And as for the story itself?
Well, no one's here for the plot, right? 😅
I am slowly working on a couple of photostories inspired by some scenes in the Tomb Raider movies and games, and I have a general gist of the premise: Valerie is a wealthy heiress with a fondness for adventure and recovering lost artifacts with presumed supernatural abilities, and Goro is the right-hand man of a Yakuza boss who has a similar interest in such artifacts. They end up having their sights set on the same artifact (currently unknown to me, lmao, although I am very aware of the issues with the genre when it comes to, yanno, glorifying white Westerners stealing shit from other cultures so I want to be mindful that I don't fall into that same pitfall) and sexy rival treasure hunter shenanigans ensue.
So this is what I've been working on! It's a total pet project, I'm so excited about it, and I figured the time between now and Phantom Liberty coming out would be the best time to just go ham with photomode and mods and create a totally self-indulgent crossover that combines my great video game loves.
And one last thing before I shut up, because I wanna share how Tomb Raider has always been a part of Valerie's background: her surname, Powell, was inspired by Manfred Powell, the antagonist in the 2001 Tomb Raider movie. Bonus fact: I used the name "Nishimura" in this photo story, which is also the name of two characters in the Tomb Raider universe (Lara's friend Toru Nishimura in Legend and her girlfriend Sam Nishimura in the 2013 reboot.)
Okay, if you read all of this, you're now legally obligated to share something you've been working on, too. 💙
#t: wench.txt#oc: valerie v powell#c: goro takemura#ship: goro x valerie#g: cyberpunk 2077#kinda#au: i only play for sport
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(Revamped) WIP Intro
Genre: Mature High Sci-fi/ Fantasy
TWs: Sexual themes, violence, mature language
Rating: 18+
Themes: Apocalyptic world, neo-futuristic city, betrayal, murderers, war, survival, clash between love and what one needs to do, disappearances, slavery, government deceit, test subjects, family love
Synopsis:
After the war between the US, Russia and China, the world is left in shambles. To survive in the harsh nuclear winter, years after the initial nuclear bombing, most of the survivors in the world have gathered in the city of Elpis, the only place they can survive.
Elpis is home to everyone who can afford it, with limited places to work to make a living. With a population of 10,000 crammed into tiny apartments one next to the other, it is difficult to live a life of peace. The Big 10, the official government of Elpis, is in control of everything and everyone, keeping them inside the city and away from the radioactive wastelands.
Mei Xiang, a 24 year old mailer and club hostess has no one other than the 3 toddlers she adopted and is living with and her missing twin brother. Working almost all day to be able to feed them and at the same time search for clues on her brother's disappearance has taken a toll on her, until the information of a mysterious letter she is supposed to deliver falls into her hands.
The Grey Hound is an urban legend. Wherever he goes, people go missing, and he is rumoured to be practically immortal. People say he has killed those that stand in his way with a single swing of his arm, and he is feared whenever he appears in Elpis. No one knows where he comes from, but some say he is seen coming in and out of the wastelands.
The world of Elpis is cruel and always watching. The two of them will soon clash, and the many secrets hidden in the purple and blue shadows of the city will be uncovered, whether that be with light or a blazing fire.
AN: I really enjoy this concept more for UNITT 137 than the previous one. The MCs are younger, with more interesting backgrounds and a fuller plot. The main points of UNITT 137's previous plot are kept along with the twists and turns, but now the universe of it is more fleshed out. This revamped version is mature, compared to the previous one, and a lot more ruthless for the MCs.
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I will not yet upload any chapters as I haven't written much yet, so look forward to it after about a month! You are free to send asks about it, and opinions about it, and also try to guess the big twist of its universe, though I know it will be difficult without any chapters and only the character aesthetics ;)
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tagged by @sunlaire! So sorry this took so long, school has been a nightmare this week and I have not had time to think about this, agh
The rules: take your 3 most recently liked songs on Spotify (or the first 3 that pop up on shuffle, whichever you want) and you have to 1) choose a line from each song to be a fic title and 2) tell me the genre of fic it would be and any other fic description you feel inspired to include.
Something in the Orange – Zack Bryan
“take me back to us dancin’ (this wood used to creak)”
DEFINITELY a really sad fitzier fic, and likely Crozier-centric. The line that precedes this one is “your voice only trembles when you try to speak,” so I’m absolutely envisioning a bedside vigil fic set sometime in season 9, in that tent. I’m not necessarily the most creative, right now, so I am just seeing a scene where Crozier is thinking about his affection for Fitzjames, or even a literal flashback to a moment where they had some privacy and were able to dance together, even if it was in silence.
I’m just seeing something angsty and at the end of things, and leaving it open whether or not they get rescued or if it follows canon’s events.
Voices of the Dead – Flobots
“the shadow of another person living parallel (a vision of a better life)”
I can see this being a fitzier fic after they return to England. This one is probably from Fitzjames’ perspective, though it could probably be a dual POV piece that’s longer. Lots of longing and Victorian times social propriety. I’ve had a scene in mind for the two of them for a long time that would probably fit in here. It involves the two of them going to the opera and seeing Dido and Aeneas, and Fitzjames having a lot of feelings about Dido’s Lament (technically called “When I Am Laid in Earth”) when it comes about. Idk how I’d work in the lyrics, but the aria starts with “when I am laid in earth, may my wrongs create no trouble in thy breast,” and culminates with “remember me, but ah, forget my fate,” and I can’t stop thinking that Fitzjames would have really intense feelings about nearly dying in the arctic as Dido’s singer performs the scene. Like, I can imagine James wanting to be remembered, but didn’t want his memory to be painful to Crozier, so that directly parallels to the lyrical content of the aria. And while James is trying to keep his composure, he completely misses Crozier having an equally emotionally fraught moment literally right beside him in the opera box. And of course that all bubbles up into an emotional confession between them, but the specifics are a bit beyond me at this point.
Toxicity – System of a Down
“somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep”
I am incapable of not having ideas for things that are deeply introspective and moody, but also relatively short, so I’m inclined to set this on the eve of their walk out on the ice. Probably from Crozier’s point of view, and it’s just him and Fitzjames in the wardroom, planning. They’ve been at it for a long while and have most of what little planning they are capable of planning for laid out, and they lapse into silence. Maybe Crozier just starts thinking about how his relationship with Fitzjames has evolved, how much closer they are, and starts to acknowledge that he’s crossed from tolerating Fitzjames into feeling genuine affection for him. Maybe again, since I’m also horribly drawn to angst in my ideas, despite it always making me so sad, Fitzjames falls asleep on the table and Crozier, giving into his affection, brushes the hair from his forehead and discovers the blood along his hairline, and very suddenly he has to grapple with the fact that Fitzjames is not as well as he pretends to be. Maybe he resolves to stay by Fitzjames as long as he is able to, since their time together is now even more limited than he feared.
idk who i should tag to do this, but if you see this and want to participate, feel free!
#i have other fic ideas outside of the terror but these lyrics all spawned terror fic ideas so that's what i'm running with#also i promise that i am not only able of writing angsty things. i promise fluff exists in my brain#there just has to be something less happy involved to make the fluff worth it i guess#but some of these don't even have fluff potential lmao it's just sad sorry
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the joy i feel when i check the chrollo tag and see your username >>>
(seriously!! you capture chro’s yandere chivalry so well)
gasp!! he's back in grease jail for a little bit but i promise...... HE'LL RETURN!
to be honest i'm very new with this kind of stuff. i'm still learning bits and gizmos when it comes to writing (and even outside of that), but that's life, i guess. there is just so many possibilities when it comes to writing, especially in the thriller/horror genre (though i wouldn't really call the stuff i write really scary per say.......). the human psyche still has plenty of traits that our pre evolved selves did, be it literal with science (for example, being scared of closed spaces, aka claustrophobia, which can be hereditary) or in a more figurative sense (with self-discovery, facing your fears, all that jazz). writing things that make readers uncomfortable, at least in my opinion, is at least somewhat based in psychology studies. for example, the oedipus rex complex with norman bates from alfred hitchcock's psycho. even though sigmund freud is still public enemy #1 in my eyes........ the man did indeed spring up my love for psychology in the first place because his research goes into nature vs nuture (which i find one of the most interesting topics to read about), as much as i want it not to be true. but alas. we win some, we lose some.
i feel like mr greasehead over here is also just interesting on a psychological level. he has no sense of self whatsoever, so he always molds himself to fit whatever situation he is in. until he can't take it anymore... which is a concept horrifying in of itself. but mainly he keeps his composure, which makes for an interesting combination with a darling that A: wears their heart on their sleeve, or B: also tries to keep their composure and acts in a way similar to him most of the time. for the latter it turns into a cat and mouse game of sorts. the question is who the mouse is and who the cat is when it comes to mind games. unfortunately for a manipulative darling, chrollo is always the latter. for plot reasons.
hier encore darling is always on her toes for a reason, after all.
You feel an invisible pressure on your neck. It’s just a knot in my throat, you think to yourself, closing your eyes. The sight of his stillness gifts you a veil of comfort so thin that if anyone were to touch it it would tear. I’m not going to die. But you can’t breathe.
Your heart tells you otherwise. You can feel, no, hear blood pulse to the very tips of your fingers. Your feet tell you otherwise. They are cold. They hurt. They are adhered to the ground. Your arms and legs tell you otherwise. There is nothing but pins and needles all over. This is your chance, the little voice in your head says with blind reassurance. Who knows when you will ever get this chance again? Do it now, and be quick about it. But you can’t breathe. You can’t breathe, and you have to try your hardest to stop the hand holding your espresso from shaking and falling on you.
babygirl is not okay. nuh uh. she'll return eventually though. much is planned for her, whether they are good or bad things. only time will tell if she gets a happy ending. very mean of me, i know.
back to what you said though, chrollo is many, many things. being genuinely chivalrous is not one of them. respect? he doesn't know her. he can be disrespectful when he wants to be when he's picking at darling's brain or when he snaps. he can pretend though. he can indeed pretend. even if darling calls him out on his bullshit, he'll never actually admit to it. smug asshole. unless he can push the blame to darling, whether that is subtly or not at all subtly. he knows that the human mind while isolated can be desperate and believe anything if broken down enough. that's where the real scare is, i believe. anyone can be broken down if the breaker is trying hard enough. be it yan chrollo with his darling, or poor darling unintentionally pushing him past his limit.
for now, all i have planned for him (aside from the yan chrollo requests that i'm working on) in a sort of analysis for him (it's very long sob sob). it will be broken down into the parts shown below:
introduction
darling character analysis
yandere MBTI (courtesy of god ddarker-dream's yandere MBTI)
unique qualities
strengths
weaknesses
daily life
punishments
quotes
conclusion
hopefully it will be done by mid to late january. but he has to wait for now. hence why he's back in jail. don't worry, he has feitan to keep him company. they'll rot away together. <333
#it's 50/50 always with feitan's darling though#like genshin/hsr#unfortunately for them they always lose#“which feitan am i gonna get today?” (spins the wheel of fortune)#helloclitty#aya answers
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