#winners horror au :] | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

idksmtms · 4 months

Text

The Prettiest Trophy - Capitol Elite!Aegon II Targaryen x Games Winner!reader (Hunger Games AU)

Summary: You never thought you would make it out of the hunger games, but now you have another fight ahead of you. What do you do when one of the most powerful citizens of the capitol has chosen you to be his?

Word count: 3.5k

Trigger Warnings: 18+, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, profanity, innuendo, Dub-con due to power imbalance, coercion too ig (???), some angst (reader talks about survivor’s guilt from the games), p in v s*x, unprotected s*x, oral f receiving, degradation (constantly referring to lesser status of districts), objectification and ownership, (please let me know if I missed any)

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters. I do not claim to own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters. I do not own any pictures used nor do I claim to do so.

Always appreciate comments, likes, and reblogs :)

AN: Aaaaa my first fic finally! Didn't mean to make it this long but I got a bit carried away! I hope you enjoy! (Side note: I was imagining his hair as the style in the black and white pic, just with Targaryen white, Side note 2: I def realise the references to the way Gollum talks about the ring, IT WAS ON PURPOSE)

You never thought you would leave the arena. Every second could have been your last and you still didn’t quite believe you had made it out, that you were standing outside the President’s mansion at a lavish party, dressed in silks and jewels. No one told you how to live after the games were over. It had taken you three days just to be able to get out of bed and move around again after leaving the arena. Being at this party? It felt like a betrayal to all the people who had died so you could live. You sipped from the sickly sweet drink that almost seemed to glow in the night, and looked around the garden.

Most people had finally left you alone thankfully, though you could still see eyes turning your way, whispers and conversations pointed toward your presence in the garden. At least no one was trying to force you into a picture like some capitol celebrity anymore.

People in the most lavish costumes customary of the capitol milled about, talking, whispering, cackling like witches in their modified bodies with their modified voices. It was a horror show. The gardens had been decorated with delicate yellow fairy lights strung up in the trees and over poles around the tables. You assumed they wanted to give it a warm and welcoming look with the yellow lighting but it only cast grotesque shadows on the building that was not only the backdrop to this party, but to all your nightmares. There were tables set up with stark white tablecloths draped over them, an area cleared away for a dance floor, and more noise coming from the entrance to the mansion. Avoxes walked around carrying trays of food and drink between their hands, heads bent low, and shame began to rise inside you. What were you doing here? Why were you forced to be here?

There was someone behind you. You didn’t know when you had become so aware of any presence, probably somewhere between fending off humans and wildlife alike in the arena, and you could distinctly feel someone behind you. A slight shadow fell over your shoulders. A small touch rustled the train of your dress. Someone cleared their throat. You turned around, hands quivering, and looked at the man smirking broadly at you. Your first thought, shamefully: was he even real?

His hair was so blond it was white, cut short and combed back so perfectly he could be no less than an aristocrat. He wore a suit of dark grey over a black shirt, one of the less eccentrically dressed people at the party. But his shoes were lavish. Black and shinier than anything you had ever seen, embroidered with gold thread, gold jewellery dangling from the laces and gems stamped into the fabric. Surely this man was of the richest of the rich, because even in the capitol people were wont to have shoes so lavish. You stared at his shoes for a good minute, whole body frozen, when he cleared his throat once more. You looked at his eyes. You couldn’t tell if they were more blue or grey, like ice had formed over a stormy ocean.

“And who might you be?” He asked, mouth still smiling, before he brought his glass up to his lips and took a drink while waiting for your answer.

“You don’t know who I am?” You asked, almost taking a step back. That couldn’t be true. Viewing was mandatory, your face had been plastered across every screen in Panem for weeks, it couldn’t be true that he didn’t know you. And yet… for a moment… it felt so good not to be recognised. You were just some other girl, lost in the crowd at a party, who hadn’t gone through what you had gone through.

“Well, I may know of you, but I don’t know you know you,” his smile had softened and he stepped closer until his elbow lightly brushed yours and you were both looking out at the party.

“I suppose that’s true,” you answered quietly, still watching his face. His skin was almost as dangerously pale as his hair, and sallow, like he was never quite in the best of health. Though you couldn’t deny the truth, he was a handsome man regardless of his slightly ragged appearance.

“Aegon Targaryen the second,” he held out his hand, running his eyes over your face like he hadn’t gathered enough of it the first time, “and you?”

“Y/n L/n,” you breathed out, reaching out an unsteady hand to limply shake his own. He gently clasped your fingers and brought your hand to his mouth, pressing his lips to your knuckles before releasing your hand. It was such an odd sensation, his hot breath brushing over the back of your hand, his fingertips slightly rough - but not enough to suggest any sort of manual labour - clasping the skin of your palm. Your cheeks went hot, the tips of your ears tingling, and you continued staring at this enigma.

“How has the capitol been treating you?” He asked, chugging the rest of his drink and depositing it on the tray of an Avox as they passed by like some well-practised dance. You didn’t want to reply. “Well, I suppose you haven’t had the time to truly enjoy it. At least, not the truly fun bits anyway,” he shrugged, tilting his head and looking at you like it was a particularly amusing thing he just said.

You couldn’t understand this at all. Who was this man? What was this interaction? What did he want with you? Why was he acting so mundane, like this was normal?! None of this was normal.

Noticing the look on your face, Aegon chuckled and reached forward to push some hair over your shoulder. It took everything within you to hold in your shiver.

“Ah, you must be confused about who I am! I shouldn’t have assumed you would understand the name Targaryen. We may be famous in the capitol but who knows what goes on in the districts,” you swallowed hard and nodded, trying not to flinch at the dig. “Our family works in all sorts of sectors, for example, my uncle Daemon is responsible for manufacturing arms for the state, my younger brother Aemond works under the president in some position or other - god knows he never shuts up about it - and my father currently runs the peacekeeper program. Of course I’m expected to step up to that eventually but- I won’t bore you with the details.”

You didn’t really consider that work. You had seen the way your parents toiled in the factory every day, had seen the way every member of your family slowly became a hunchback from their work. But you weren’t going to say anything to him.

“What does your family do?” He asked, and again you almost moved out of surprise. His face seemed so sincere as he watched you, waiting for an answer.

“I’m from District 8, so my parents work the looms,” you answered slowly. You almost sounded condescending, like you were talking to someone who couldn’t quite understand your words, but Aegon understood it was the shock of him speaking to you. After all, it had only been a week since you had left the arena, he understood how difficult it would be to gain your confidence. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. And Aegon was a firm believer that flattery could get you anywhere, especially a girl’s bed. So he decided to change course.

“Do you see that man over there?” He pointed discreetly to a spot just to your right and you shuffled back so you could look over without being noticed. You sipped from your glass as you noticed the man, an older gentleman wearing a full fursuit topped with a lion’s mane going around his head. Even his face had been painted with fur and whiskers to resemble a lion with the body of a human. You nodded to Aegon, turning away from the man. Something about that picture made you uncomfortable in a way you had never been before. “Well, rumour has it that he wears that entire get up, face paint and all mind you, every time he fucks.” You gasped, staring at Aegon with eyes so wide they started to hurt.

“You can’t be serious,” you whispered sharply.

“I am the most serious, dearest. Why would I lie to you?” He smirked, leaning closer once more. He draped his arm over your shoulder and you stiffened for a moment before continuing to listen to his next story.

You were slowly beginning to relax in Aegon’s company as he continued to chatter to you. He no longer asked questions or expected you to speak, just pointed out people in the crowd and made colourful commentary that had you hiding your face in his shoulder and giggling against the fabric of his suit. He gazed at you with sparkling eyes full of mirth and shared his ever-full glass of whatever drink they were serving at the time. You couldn’t help but be charmed. Maybe, just maybe, not everyone in the capitol was as bad as they seemed.

“D’you wanna go somewhere quieter?” He finally asked after completely relieving another stranger of their dignity. You took a moment to catch your breath and looked at him, at the sudden darkening of his eyes and the way his tongue poked out to lick his lips. He watched you like a tiger readying to pounce. You nodded without a second thought. Though he had made the party bearable, anywhere would be better than here. He smiled and reached down, sliding his fingers over your inner wrist, then your palm, then grasping your hand in his own. “Come on.”

Aegon led you into the house and up the stairs, nodding at random people (who sometimes you could barely recognise as people), skilfully dodging attempts at conversation. Up and up the lavish stairs you went before walking down a large hallway and stopping in front of a wall. Aegon pushed at the wall and it gave way, revealing a spiral staircase in the dark that led up into an abyss.

“Um, are you sure you know where you’re going?” You asked, pausing at the entrance to the rather dingy looking chamber.

“There are some perks to having been at the president’s mansion practically since I was born. One of those being secret access to the roof, now come on!” He dragged you into the dark and shut the door behind him, before ushering you up the first steps.

The staircase really wasn’t all that tall. In fact, you could see the top and light bled down from the opening. Your heels clanked against each step and you almost toppled back into Aegon more than once. Then you were at the top. Then you could see the whole Capitol. Oh it was breathtaking! The whole city, laid out before you like a miniature scene to play with. There were lights glimmering in houses and cars on the roads and life! There were signs of life everywhere. Oh you couldn’t believe it. You almost believed you could see to the very edges of Panem.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Aegon asked, and you turned to meet his eyes. Both of you had moved right to the edge of the rooftop so you could look out over the party, and he moved to stand directly behind you. You could feel his chest press into your back. The fabric of his shirt rubbed against the skin of your back and he was a solid pressure behind you, like the comfort of a wall at your back when you slept. “Hm?” He asked again, bending his head down to run his nose up your neck. You shivered, the light graze was just ticklish enough to start a spark inside of you.

“Yes,” you breathed out, clenching your hands on the concrete to stop yourself from leaning back into him. You didn’t know him. You didn’t really know him. You didn’t know him at all.

“You know,” he began slowly, hands going to your shoulders and turning you around to face him. “When I first saw you on the television, the day of the reaping, I knew you would win.” Your breath caught in your throat. Your mouth was so dry. You wished you hadn’t discarded that sweet drink so quickly. “And look at you now,” he leaned in closer, cupping your face to force your eyes to meet his, “you’re the winner, the greatest person in Panem, to come out of the districts anyway.” He gently kissed your right cheek, warm lips on plush skin, and when he pulled away the breeze cooled the hint of saliva he had left behind. “You’re the greatest treasure one could possess, you know?” He kissed your other cheek, firmer this time, like he was trying to leave the imprint of his lips on your skin. “Everyone knows the winner of the Hunger Games, and to say you own them? To parade them on your arm for everyone to see, saying you own the very concept of survival?” He seemed to groan in pleasure, and then everything was moving.

His lips were on yours, slightly wet and forceful. His tongue was delving into your mouth, tasting like sugar, too much sugar, and you wanted to pull back because it was so overwhelming and everything he had just said and and and… and it felt so good too. It was warm, and desperate, like no one had ever been for you before.

A hand moved into your hair and grasped the strands at the back of your head tight, pulling slightly to tilt your head back so you had to look up at him. He was almost leaning over you so your spine bent over the edge of the roof, and the skin of your back scratched against the unpainted concrete. He huffed against your mouth then pulled back, his other hand coming up to trace your mouth with his thumb. You stared into his eyes but he wasn’t looking back at you, not really anyway. He was watching his prize, the reward that no one but him deserved.

You whimpered, a small and pathetic sound that only seemed to make his skin hotter, and he let go of your hair to begin pulling the straps of your dress down your arms. It was a heavy thing, and it felt good to finally be rid of the weight, but you were keenly aware of the cold night and the party in full swing just underneath you. If someone in the garden decided to look up, they would surely see you bent over the edge.

“Wait-” you began to protest, but Aegon was past listening, past caring. He just shoved the dress under your breasts and down your legs, before grabbing your face and bringing your mouth to his own again. His hands travelled over your neck, then caressed your shoulders. He gently pressed the red indents the straps of the dress had left and you sighed into his mouth, leaning onto his chest. Your nipples rubbed against the fabric of his shirt and you gasped into the kiss before moving your chest slightly. The warm little tingles travelled all the way through your torso and you clung to his arms.

Aegon kissed sloppily over your cheeks, your neck, pausing to bite into it until you grunted with pain and pushed at his shoulder. He licked all the way down to your chest, his tongue warm and wet, then the slick trail of spit suddenly cold. Your legs felt unsteady, and you leaned back against the barrier as he began mouthing at your breasts, little circles of warmth formed everywhere he kissed, and then his mouth closed over your nipple and you clenched. It was so… weird. A wet suction formed over your nipple and it seemed to make the inside of your breast spark, your stomach jolt, and the space between your thighs tingle and turn to mush.

“Come on precious,” he mumbled against your skin, “you can be louder,” and he bit the flesh. It really was a live wire attached to your skin, so easy to spark, so easy to create a fire that spread all throughout your body.

Aegon was quicker with the other nipple, licking over it like a dog with a bowl of water, before making his way down to the apex of your thighs. He seemed to be in a hurry with the way he dove his face between your legs. A cry left your lips, loud and shriek-like, at the overwhelming activity. His nose slipped between your lips and pressed to your clit, his tongue out and flat and lapping against the sticky slick that covered the puffy folds that hid your hole. He was ravenous, pressing his face in in in until you stood on your tiptoes and half your weight was balanced against his face. The contours of his face pressed at your hole, his nose rubbed at your clit, and he moved his face back and forth so his tongue could poke inside of you then slip back into his mouth. He began speaking into you, rumbling words you couldn’t understand over the rushing in your head.

“Come on, cum on my face,” he huffed, grabbing your thighs and licking at your clit until it was puffy and swollen. “I wan’ you to cum on my face, give me what I want.” He pressed his tongue inside you. In. Out. He licked your clit. In. Out. He sucked it into his mouth, and your legs shook so much that you would’ve fallen onto the floor if you weren’t practically laying on the barrier already. It was a release. That’s all it could be called. Every muscle clenched then released. Even your mind felt like it had slowly been clenching and now it had been unravelled and was slowly dripping out of your skull.

“Fuck, that’s right,” Aegon mumbled as he pulled away, standing to full height and pulling your hips against his own. His hair had fallen forward into his eyes and his mouth and nose glistened in the low light, but he didn’t seem to care one bit. He had leaned over your body again, pressing his face into your neck. The slick on his chin stuck to your skin and squished whenever he moved. He humped into you a few times, grunting and groaning, before hurriedly reaching down and fumbling with his belt and zipper. You could hear the clanking of metal, the rustle of fabric, and then something warm pressing to your thigh.

There was no waiting with Aegon. His body simply didn’t contain the patience for it, and really why would you wait when the prize you had so long coveted lay bare before you, just ripe for the taking? A shift here, a push there, and he caught at your entrance. He finally pulled away from your neck and looked into your eyes. He caressed your cheek, and you could tell all he saw was a trophy he had just won.

Then Aegon pressed into you, and his veins rubbed at your slick insides, pressing against your walls and sliding against your own textured flesh and you were leaning back to moan into the night sky, chest heaving. He kissed your breasts and pushed into you again, his lower stomach pressing your clit. Again, he moved into you and the sparks flashed and you clenched around him, onto him, and he moaned against your ear, hot breath fanning the shell.

“Fuck yes, you’re my precious little thing aren’t you? Huh? You’re my special little prize?” His hips slapped against yours and the sound echoed over the roof. His mouth biting into your neck sent sparks through you. Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and oh god it was too much! You clenched onto him and screamed into his neck, open mouth pressed to the sweaty skin. You clenched and unclenched onto him as waves passed through you, melting your flesh and your bones. It was over too soon yet it lasted too long. He pushed once more, twice more, and you could feel him quiver against you, even as you tried to push him away from the pulsing flesh of your insides. You could feel the spurts inside you, hot and gushing. You felt it trickle out of you, slide down your thighs in warm rivulets and you shuddered.

Aegon still lay on top of you, huffing heavily into your neck. You didn’t know what to do, so you stayed still, waiting for guidance, waiting for the other shoe to fall. He slowly pushed up on his arms so his face hovered above yours, and he smiled a dazed and delirious smile. Was it always there, or had it just appeared, that insanity in his eyes?

“Oh my precious,” he sighed, cupping your cheek, “we have so much ahead.”

295 notes · View notes

gyusimp · 2 months

Note

I’d like to request Gyutaro and fem reader having a disagreement so they play a game doing the 69 position and whoever cums first wins

°•Competing with Gyutaro (Nsfw)•°

Thanks for this request, hope u like it, it's a little short but it unblocked me and I had a lot of fun!

⚠️WARNINGS: NSFW| Smut | 69 | Minors PLS DNI!! | Modern AU

Today was Sunday afternoon, outside the sky was covered in clouds and it seemed like it could rain at any moment, you and your boyfriend were alone in your apartment so since both of you felt brave enough to cook dinner or something so you simply decided to suggest watching a movie or a series together, to which Gyutaro gladly agreed. You two went to your room and got on the bed to turn on the television and enter one of the series platforms.

Gyutaro took the remote control and, together with you, navigated through the entire repertoire of series and movies. It was quite an extensive catalogue, from comedy and horror to romance, action and documentaries. A few days ago you saw a summary of a romantic comedy on social media so you suggested that movie to watch together while Gyutaro suggested an action trilogy, bloody and exciting. You didn't dislike these types of movies, but you didn't feel like watching them at this exact moment, your eye was on that romantic comedy and you wanted to give it a chance.

"I'm not gonna watch that thing, I'll end up asleep within the first 15 minutes." Gyutaro told you, with reluctance in his voice.

"Well, I don't want to hear gunshots every 5 seconds and see guys running on roofs either, not now at least."

The two of you continued debating on which movie to watch, it was taking you longer to look for one than it did to watch a movie, it would even be close to dusk. Neither of you two got a second choice to propose, so the only two candidates were the films you had chosen from the beginning.

"Well, we have no choice..." You said, placing one of your hands behind your back, looking at your boyfriend squarely. "Rock, paper..."

"Wait a second." Gyutaro said, to which you listened to what he had to say. "What if we better play another game to decide?" His smile was unpredictable, bold and malicious.

"Sure, that's what I was about to do."

"No, not that kid shit. How about we do this: let's do a quicky 69, and whoever cums first will be the winner."

His idea surprised you, you were not horny at the moment and Gyutaro was usually very easy to get aroused so both things were a disadvantage for you at the moment, you thought about the game for a few minutes while planning how to obtain a sure victory so you ended up accessing.

"Ok, I accept!"

Gyutaro began to take off his clothes just like you, you undressed easier since you were only wearing a bra, panties and a long, loose t-shirt, you got rid of all your clothes until you were completely naked just like him. Gyutaro laid down on your bed and then patted his lap for you to climb on top of him.

"Make yourself comfortable, honey." He invited you, his voice deep and provocative.

You straddled Gyutaro, placing one leg on either side of him but with your back to him, you positioned yourself so that his wet cock was in front of your face, your breasts were crushed on his abdomen and you could sit almost on his face. Gyutaro's view was perfect, he could admire on his face your thighs hugging his sides, your butt on his chest and your small pussy half open in front of him, making him spank you on impulse, making you moan. The idea of this game was to make your opponent feel the slightest pleasure to prevent him from cum but still make a little effort since it was against the rules to stay completely still.

"Ok, go ahead doll. Start sucking" Gyutaro said.

Chills passed through your entire spine when after hearing him speak, you felt a wet and hot sensation on your slit making you moan, it was Gyutaro's tongue running through your folds, sliding between your lips. You couldn't stand by and do nothing or Gyutaro would automatically win, so you turned your gaze forward and found his cock in front of you. You took it between your fingers and began tracing small lines with your tongue over his slit at the tip, causing Gyutaro to move his hips as he sucked on your pussy and thighs. You had to do whatever it took on their own to cum as soon as possible, so you settled yourself better on top of Gyutaro and spread your legs wider, opening your cunt better so that Gyutaro's tongue had better access. You began to move your hips on top of him, slow, circular movements to make your clit slide out of your folds and rub against Gyutaro's mouth as you slid your hand down his length again and again. You could feel your core wet and throbbing just like Gyutaro's cock in your hand. You decided it was time to take him out of your mouth and instead began sucking on his balls and leaving wet kisses along his length and both thighs. Gyutaro's moans told you that you were doing an excellent job, even if he didn't tell you in words. You continued to move your hips on top of him, wanting your orgasm badly but you didn't feel wet enough yet. You saw Gyutaro's tip in your hand, dripping with precum so your instinct led you to immediately lick it before he noticed, you looked at his face again but he was drunk enough with lust between your legs to notice that his liquid was appearing. Gyutaro took his tongue out of your hole and decided to thrust one of his fingers in, making you arch your back along with a loud moan.

Wet sounds could be heard every time he arched his finger inside you, stretching you and you sucking on it to clench around him. You wanted to keep your moans hidden as much as possible so as not to let him see how good he was making you feel and suddenly stop so you took his length in your hands again and took it almost completely into your mouth to start sucking him while you accelerated the movement in your hips. You felt on your lips how Gyutaro contracted and his moans became louder which meant that he could cum at any moment so your hips went faster and faster making his finger start to get wetter inside you. You felt a couple of gags in your throat and your mouth became wet, drooling down the sides tasting Gyutaro's precum giving you the idea that he would be the winner until due to your rough movements on his face and your clit rubbing against him, you had to take it out of your mouth to scream with pleasure and feel how all the discharge of your orgasm came out of your body and seconds later that of Gyutaro. Gyutaro approached you and took care of separating your lips with his fingers and eating you whole until the last drop, leaving you with a slippery, wet and hot sensation between your pussy and your legs, sliding down to your butt. Now you were the winner.

"Well...we'll see what I want, okay?" You said, feeling victorious.

#gyutaro x reader #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro #gyutaro smut #demon slayer smut #kny smut #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

133 notes · View notes

topazshadowwolf · 7 months

Text

Nightmare, introduces himself and his gang to a new, potential ally.

Nightmare: By now you know who I am. *Points with a tentacle at Killer* This is my second in command, Killer. Despite his behaviors and mannerisms, he is reliable in completing whatever task I ask of him.

Killer: hiya! *twirling a knife*

Nightmare: ... be mindful when he is bored. Killer tends to like being active. *Pointing at Dust* This is Dust, my third in command. Do not even think of getting anything past him. He is very observant.

Dust: *Just shrugs*

Nightmare: He is also fairly quiet and falls asleep easily...*Points at Horror next* Here is Horror. He is the finest tracker in all the multiverse, an excellent cook, and the muscle of this team.

Horror: hello, pal. *grinning*

Nightmare: Do not turn your back on him or enter a dark room and turn on the lights without looking for him first. Horror is rather fond of 'jump scares.' *Points at Cross* Now lastly, we have Cross. He is the youngest of this group, but a very skilled fighter. Cross is also the more polite and civilized one here.

Cross: *smiles a waves* (thinking to self: please leave it at that. please just leave it at that)

Nightmare: *Naturally does not leave it at just that* He also is the winner of a 2023 Sexyman poll among AU Sanses that thousands of mortals voted on.

Cross: *Dying of embarrassment* boss... why...?

Nightmare: Take pride in your accomplishments, Cross.

#dumb thought that I had that wouldn't leave my head.#dadmare #nightmare!sans #killer!sans #dust!sans #horror!sans #sexyman!sans #I mean #Cross!sans #I can see him standing there so embarrassed #Dadmare likes to embarrass the boys now and then #While at the same time enjoying the fact that one of his henchmen won against Error

268 notes · View notes

total-funger-island · 4 months

Text

“Whiteness of the day.”

“Numbness of mind.”

“Darkness of depths.”

“Dance La Mad.”

“Termina is upon us..”

24 people traveling to the Wawanakwa island where Festival of Termina hosts by invitation from mysterious jester-man in their dream. All contestants have to manage surviving on through the island in 1 week and there must only one winner. Non of them are aware of the island’s threat that faces to their life.

* You finally arrived.

* As you step down from the train, you can feel the horror.

* Your body begins to tremble with fear and hunger.

IM BACK BABY I FINISHED ALL OF THEM WOHOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! Finally everyone is here after I spent time to find their fits, don’t get me to mentioning about my sense of fashion is horrible but I’m glad all of them looking good. Thank you for all supports from my lovely followers make me here at this point, love you all <33

Update note infos about this au

The setting were take place in 1940s during ww2

This au will contain stuffs like g@re, d@ugs and ant dark themes. I will make sure tag them everytime as warnings

All characters are young adult (around 18-20) (I just don’t want to see teens being tortured :(

As I mentioned from those past posts this au will have multiple endings kinda like games (I think it cool to see my followers make their death choic— *gunshots*)

I just decided change 6 day to 1 week, I feel like it still too small for large casts

Btw stories will based on funger itself 90% might change some details or lore to fit tdi

Here all contestants designs I hope you like them, their moonscorched form and enemies will be next (also tagged me anytime if you fanart of them au I would love to see them *wink wink*)

Real footage of me after this post if you care /pos :

#total drama island #total drama #total drama au #fear and hunger #fear and hunger termina #tdi fanart #funger au #tdi #my art #I wish I could tag all characters #sorry to #repost some here cause I’m lazy to scroll down to find them <\3 #ignore two gay psychopaths couple in last picture here /j #im gonna sleep now bye

109 notes · View notes

sanjisboyfie · 6 months

Text

halloween with the strawhats !

little headcanons i have for halloween !! ! ! ( a a couple days after )

male reader, platonic pairings, straw hats are just a cute lil friendgrouip + don't ask me why zoro and luffys are so short, i don't know why either. i think they just got longer the more down the list you go sooorrryyyyy

also more so modern???au

— luffy definitely wants to do a group costume, something silly and fun. he tries his hardest in convincing everyone to get on board with the idea, but it seems like usopp and chopper are the only ones hearing him out </3 luffy would try hitting you with the puppy dog eyes, but you were already committed to your costume for a while so you had to reject the poor boy.

"b-but, [name]!!!" it was obvious the man was putting on his best whiny voice, elongating every syllable in your name just to sway you. he was also rocking the both of you back and forth in a hug to woo you over in joining his group costume. "it won't be the same without you dressed up with us!"

"luffy, i already decided my costume much earlier in the year, i'm sorry," you said, petting down his raven hair with an apologetic look on your face. but your words only sullened his mood further and made the pout on his face turn into an outright frown.

"but, [name]!!!" luffy began shaking you even more roughly, turning you into a bobble head figure basically. you couldn't do anything to break out of his strong grip and just had to take his torment with a smile.

"i'm sorry luffy," you said softly, runnng a hand up and down his arm to comfort him.

"i don't forgive you!" luffy childishly whined, releasing you from his hold and walking off to a different aisle in the halloween costume store. "whatever, you're the one missing out!"

"i believe you, luffy," you called out, laughing when you heard him grumble under his breath and stomp in annoyance.

— zoro definitely has a lazy ass costume, mainly because he thinks the holiday is a silly thing for children (usopp, luffy, and chopper all lectured him on how it wasn't like that at all). i'm thinking he jsut wrapped himself in toilet paper and said he was a mummy, also using his costume as an excuse to just speaks in grunts and groans to everyone else.

"zoro, could you pour me some more punch!" you had politely asked him as he was closest to the juice bowl. he simply shook his head with his arms crossed over his wrapped chest, giving you a firm, "arrhhggh,"

"zoro, what?"

"uurghghruuhg"

"okay, fuck you too,"

— nami is invested in making some money off of the holiday!! she's committed to it. she has a really pretty costume planned out and forces everyone to participate in a costume contest with a submission fee of 50 bucks, even though it was just your friend group participating. either way, she decides that the winner of the contest gets all the profit. so she wins - obviously in a non-rigged way - and cheers in victory. but even with all of her focus being on getting some cash out of the holiday, she does compliment your costume and slide you a couple bills.

"hm, i was scared you were gonna beat me, y'know?" she mused, looking at you with a mischeviously look on her face, "because i really like your costume, [name]! you look great!"

you grinned at the compliment, "thanks, you do too! and that's why you won, you have the best costume. plus, sanji would have never let me won that prize since he knows how badly you wanted the reward,"

she playfully rolled her eyes at the mention of the blonde, "yeah, well, sanji doesn't have to know about this then," she said, pulling some bills out from her pocket and putting it into your own. "next year don't expect this treatment though! i was feeling generous just now,"

you smirked, taking the cash from her happily and watching as she joined robin's side.

— usopp is the life of the celebration. he is the best story teller of horror stories, even if he himself gets scared of his own made up tales. he brings everyone into the center, under a huge blanket fort and tells the scariest story known to man. but when he reaches the climax, luffy suddenly pops his head into the enclosed space, loudly asking if anyone else wanted food, and completely threw usopp off of his game. the poor man let out a loud girlish scream and jumped into your lap to hide from luffy's grinning face.

"and then when the killer," usopp took a deep breath, looking at everyone's face individually, "finally came knocking on poor little billy's door, he was greeted by the sight of-"

"oh!! i'm getting more food from the kitchen, do you guys want anything?!" luffy had got up for a bathroom break earlier and completely ruined usopp's horror story. his make-up drenched face pushed the blankets aside and completely surprised everyone in the fort. especially usopp.

usopp jumped off of his sitting position and into your lap, hiding his face in your neck for some comfort. he was practically crying and whimpering from fear, eyes screwed shut as he refused to look at the demon (luffy) that was there to terrorize him and his friends (ask if they wanted more food).

"begone, demon!! begone!!" usopp pathetically cried out, also not even looking up at the supposed demon to condemn them.

"usopp, it's just luffy-"

"demon! demonic activity! demon!!!"

— chopper really enjoys the nature of halloween despite being scared very easily. while the place is in an uproar of just ultimate chaos, he's very kindly giving out candy to whoever comes by. unfortunately, not everyone that comes around is dressed in peaceful, cute costumes.

just as you were pouring another drink for zoro. there was a loud, girlish scream that was coming from the front door. the green haired man took the drink for himself, grunting at you. you could only guess what he meant by that.

but you didn't dwell on it further, moving to see what was at the front door. and lo and behold, there was chopper stiffly standing in front of someone in a freddy krueger costume.

"ah, sorry, he scares easily," you explained quickly, resting a hand on chopper shoulder and asking if he was alright. seeing that his shaking eyes were still trained on the figure, you decided to take the candy bowl from his hands and protectively stand in front of him.

even though this guy definitely didn't pose any harm to chopper, it would make the scared guy feel better (probably) to have a physical barrier between the two.

"here, have a good halloween," you said with a smile, making the freddy krueger nod in appreciation and then walk off of the porch. when they were gone, you closed and locked the door behind them and turned to chopper with a grin.

"c'mon man, they were just in costume," you teased, relieved to see chopper was out of his fearful state and instead blushing in embarassment.

"freddy was a scary guy!!" he argued, but it only made you pinch his cheeks in a harmless way.

"right, right, well you were very brave just now chopper,"

"of course i was!!!"

— sanji is dressed up as a prince and goes around proclaiming his loyalty to robin and nami the whole night. he becomes more playful, though, so he doesn't really give you guys (literally, the guys) a hard time. if anything, he joins in the shenagians and lets loose a little bit. one of the rare times you get to see sanji being a mischevious little shit.

"bleh! who put salt in the cupcakes instead of sugar?!"

cue sanji giggling behind his hand and shooting you a knowing look. you laugh with him, fist bumping him under the table while he watched luffy run around and wash his mouth under the kitchen sink.

"why is the frosting sour cream?! sanji, i'm gonna beat your ass up!!"

zoro chases after sanji, those being the first coherent words he says the entire night, mind you. and now they're both running in circles around you. sanji is laughing his ass off while zoro is spitting out globs of sour cream at him.

"sanji!!! why did you pout bittermelon in the stew this tastes like ass!"

"oh! i'm sorry, [name], that was supposed to be for franky," sanji apologized, going through the cabinets and finding some stew he put in the tupperware. it was still hot, you could tell from the bottom of the container.

"why are you so mean to them today?"

"i can just get away with it by sying it's a ghost," sanji shrugged, half-assedly answering your question. "besides, don't you think it's funny?"

"it is, but sooo heartless," you laughed, making the blonde nod his head in acknowledgement.

just as he was about to say something else, there was another shriek coming from the living area, "sanji!!! this isn't strawberry glaze, this is hot sauce!!!"

"why are you yelling for me, it was the ghost!!" sanji shouted back, making the both of you collapse on each other in laughter.

— robin enjoys how everything is so lively during halloween. she loves the spookiness, the decorations, the horror movies!!!, she just loves everything about the holiday. it's a genuinely fun time of the year for her so she just loves to take it easy with you guys.

robin was slumped against the sofa, chuckling at the way chopper and usopp shrieked at the character on the screen killing another person. it was a classic slasher film she suggested and no one had a problem with it, except for usopp and chopper being scared straight through their teeth.

meanwhile, you and robin were enjoying the movie with grins on your faces. you'd sometimes feed her popcorn, her doing the same for you, and then you'd both laugh quietly whenever usopp and chopper started getting really spooked.

after the movie, you and robin reconvened in the kitchen to get more refreshments. you were talking about the movie, chatting in good nature.

"i don't know, i still think stu macher is the best ghostface," you said with a smile, "billy is the one people always talk about, but stu is my favorite,"

"well, maybe the best ghostface, but i don't know about best slasher," she said in amusement, "i like jason,"

you grimaced, "really? his mask is so creepy,"

"that's why, his character is cool," robin shrugged, taking a cherry from the platter of eating it with a hum, "also, the movie was good, i liked it,"

you grinned, ruffling her hair as she shot you a mischevious grin. her affinity towards slasher, or any horror, movie was known amongst the friendgroup. she enjoyed the rush scary movies gave watchers.

"remind me to never cross you, who knows what you might do," you joked, making her scoff and lightly jab her finger into your side. she allowed you to rest your arm around her shoulder, the both of you walking back to the living room with a big bowl of popcorn and tray of drinks.

— franky is a big decorations guy. he makes everything so festive!! plus he goes all out. don't ask him why he decided to put a fake skeleton in the shower, he'll just respond that it was his creative vision and it was a good one too. you appreciate his dedication to the holiday, although you do wish you could just walk around the house without fearing for your life at hyper realistic decorations all around.

when you first arrived to the party, you told franky you were going to drop something off in the bedroom of brook. it was some prop he was asking for his performance coming up.

you were supposed to just drop it off in his bedroom. but why was it that after you turned around from brook's bedside table, there was a figure in a scary mask standing behind the door and staring right at you. you were about to scream before the figure suddenly fell ont he ground, showing that it was just a paper cut out.

"franky!! what the fuck!!" you shouted in frustration, stomping out of the room and going to give the man a piece of your mind.

but as you were walking out of the room, and into the hallway, a figure jumped out of one of the many open doors and scared the shit out of you. this time your fist shot out and nailed the masked figure in the face, making them fold over and hold their nose.

"c'mon [name]!! what the hell!!"

"no, franky, what the hell at yourself!!" you screeched, seeing the familiar face after he took off his mask. you fretted over his face, apologizing over and over again at him. "i'm so sorry, but - seriously what was that thing in brook's room!?"

"it's called a halloween decoration, asshole!" franky cursed, holding onto his nose.

"yeah, and i thought that someone was there to kill me! why'd you put shit in his room anyway?"

"to scare you, obviously!" franky said, allowing you to examine his face and wincing when you saw the damage that was done. "sorry for scaring you,"

you softened at his apology, lightly tugging on a strand of his hair and murmuring an "i'm sorry, too." he grinned at your apology, smiling ear to ear as he assured you he'd be fine.

"they were scary, i'll tell you that," you said, standing the both of you up and guiding him to the sink. but he shook his head, nursing his nose with his hand.

"you know how many time i've broken my nose, this is just a scratch. didn't even make my nose bleed," franky assured you, laughing as you realized that what he was saying was true. how many times franky has broken his nose when he'd been working was uncountable.

"yeah, let's just forget it happened then," you said, making franky hum in approval.

"oh! but don't tell zoro about that thing up there, i plan on scaring him too,"

you laughed, nodding your head and deciding that it would be funny to hear zoro scream out in fear.

— brook is another person that like robin, enjoys anything horror related. he hides around corners or in closests and waits to make someone his victim. and if it isn't anyone in your friend group, he will go around terrorizing the trick or treaters.

"boo!!!"

"ahhh!!!"

there was a scream that followed brook's and then a parent could be heard yelling at him. the rest of the strawhats all ran to the window to see what was happening and everyone winced when they saw a parent was easily chewing out brook for hiding in the bushes and scaring their poor child.

you sighed, running a hand through your hair and walking over to the front door to collect brook since everyone else was too busy laughing their asses off at his predicament.

"ma'am, i'm sorry for his behavior," you started, walking up to brook and taking ahold of him by his elbow, "i'll just bring him inside,"

"no! i'm not done yelling at him yet!"

"have a lovely night, ma'am," you said, turning away from her and taking brook inside to scold him yourself. you looked over your shoulder and saw the woman was disgruntled, but instead focused on comforting her scared to death child.

"what is up with you?! that was a kid who wasn't even 10 years old!"

"but-but!!" brook's laughter echoed in the home, making everyone else join in, "his face was so funny!!!"

you bit your lip, trying to keep a level head and be responsible instead of just joining in on the laughter. but when brook was beginning to mimic the kid's expression, you broke out laughing along with eveyone else.

"and his mom was so mad! and began scolding me like i was her own kid too!!"

"just quit scaring the shit out of kids!" you shouted, slapping him on the backside of his head - but your words didn't really get your point across because you were laughing as much as he was.

— jinbe doesn't really understand the hype of halloween, but he can see how enjoyable it is for everyone else. he doesn't rain down on anyone's parade, bearing through the scares that brook and franky get up to, while also being a reliable figure for usopp and chopper during the horror movie. let's just say by the end of the night, you and jinbe are all tired out as you were being the "baby sitters" of everyone for the whole day.

on the night of halloween, it was basically a big party and sleepover for everyone in the friend group. you and jinbe were working overtime basically to make sure everyone was alright. luffy could possibly be eating suspicious candy, but thank god jinbe knocked it out of his hand before then. you were on duty to be comforting usopp and chopper whenever a shadow passed over the window - even though it was just a tree branch swaying in the wind.

finally, the night was over (it was the early hours in the morning by the time everyone was tired) and you and jinbe were tiredly spread acorss the couch. the group had set up a fort on the floor with the couches surrounding them. they were all sleeping on the mats and blankets they set out for themselves, cuddling to their hearts' content.

jinbe sighed in content of finally being able to rest, putting on a calming nature show on the tv instead of the horror movies that we were all binging.

you laughed at his obvious exasperation and he just waved his hand to you dismissively, showing that he didn't care about showing just how tired he was.

"i can't believe sanji made the glaze tabasco sauce," jinbe said under his breath, making another rouse of laughter come from your mouth.

"did you hear zoro finally say anything besides belrrhh and uurgghh," you said, exaggerating the sounds zoro was making. jinbe covered his mouth to stop his laughter from waking everyone else up. "i mean, seriously if he wanted to just not talk to us, he could've just stayed home,"

jinbe smacked the couch cushion as a means of hiding his laughter, turning to you with tears in his eyes, "you know he enjoys arguing with you and sanji more than he'd admit, there's no way he would have missed out on this,"

you both broke out into loud laughter, making zoro turn over and throw a pillow at you in his sleep ridden state. he sleepily told you to shut up, making jinbe point a finger at his sleepy state.

"see! like i said, in his sleep he can't help it!!!!"

the strawhats are just the cutest ugh. happy halloween everyone 😻☝️school is my biggest opp rn so i ltr have noooo chances to write or upload but hipefully this weekend i can ‼️‼️‼️

tags - platonic

#one piece imagines #one piece x reader #one piece fanfifction #one piece x male reader #luffy x male reader #zoro x male reader #nami x male reader #sanji x male reader #usopp x male reader #chopper x male reader #jinbe x male reader #robin x male reader #brook x male reader #franky x male reader #cuties celebrating halloween because i love hallowee #halloween is my favorite time of the year #FUCK CHRISTMAS FR #thts a joke but i just love halloween a lot #also i think stu macher is so much hotter than billy loomis because also matthew lilard is SOOOOOOOOO

156 notes · View notes

cornmayor · 1 year

Text

SANS AU TUMBLR SEXYMAN REMATCH [MASTERPOST]

(Updates every day)

Each poll has its own post. After Round 1 all matchups will be randomized. One round = 24 hours. In the masterpost above you’ll find all the polls

ROUND ONE:

Swap (UnderSwap by p0pcornPr1nce) vs Outer (OuterTale by 2mi127) WINNER: Swap

Ink (_____Tale by Comyet) vs Fresh!Ink by Comyet WINNER: Ink

Fell (UnderFell by Fella/Vic) vs BlueBerror by CrayonQueen WINNER: Fell

G!Sans (EchoTale by Borurou) vs Lust (UnderLust by NSFWshamecave) WINNER: Lust

FellSwap (FellSwap Gold by Blackgum) vs SwapFell by Nishimori38 WINNER: FellSwap

BirdTale Sans by Greyscales vs Science (ScienceTale by TalkingSoup) WINNER: Science

Seraphim Sans (The Thought by TratserEnoyreve) vs Insans (Alive by tatatale) WINNER: Seraphim Sans

Color (OtherTale by Super Youmna) vs Fatal!Error by Xedramon WINNER: Fatal!Error

Ganz (GZTale by NixenSiBrat) vs Dream (DreamTale by Jokublog) WINNER: Dream

Horror (HorrorTale by Sour-Apple-Studios) vs Nightmare (DreamTale by Jokublog) WINNER: Nightmare

Cross (XTale by Jael Peñaloza) vs Epic (EpicTale by yugogeer12) WINNER: Cross

Killer by Rahafwabas vs Murder Sans (DustTale by ask-dusttale) WINNER: Killer

Error by CrayonQueen vs Fresh by CrayonQueen WINNER: Error

Geno (AfterTale by CrayonQueen) vs Reaper (ReaperTale by Ren) WINNER: Geno

Wiki Sans by paintedhen vs Last Breath Sans by Zerjox WINNER: Wiki Sans

MafiaFell Sans (Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine by Melikas) vs DanceTale Sans by Teandstars WINNER: DanceTale Sans

ROUND 2:

All matchups are randomized.

Swap (UnderSwap by p0pcornPr1nce) vs Lust (UnderLust by NSFWshamecave) WINNER: Swap

Dream (DreamTale by Jokublog) vs Killer by Rahafwabas WINNER: Killer

FellSwap (FellSwap Gold by Blackgum) vs Ink (_____Tale by Comyet) WINNER: Ink

Geno (AfterTale by CrayonQueen) vs Fatal!Error by Xedramon WINNER: Geno

DanceTale Sans by Teandstars vs Nightmare (DreamTale by Jokublog) WINNER: Nightmare

Fell (UnderFell by Fella/Vic) vs Cross (XTale by Jael Peñaloza) WINNER: Cross

Error by CrayonQueen vs Science (ScienceTale by TalkingSoup) WINNER: Error

Wiki Sans by paintedhen vs Seraphim Sans (The Thought by TratserEnoyreve) WINNER: Seraphim

ROUND 3:

Swap (UnderSwap by p0pcornPr1nce) vs Killer by Rahafwabas WINNER: Killer

Ink (_____Tale by Comyet) vs Geno (AfterTale by CrayonQueen) WINNER: Ink

Nightmare (DreamTale by Jokublog) vs Cross (XTale by Jael Peñaloza) WINNER: Nightmare

Error by CrayonQueen vs Seraphim Sans (The Thought by TratserEnoyreve) WINNER: Error

SEMIFINAL:

Killer by Rahafwabas vs Ink (_____Tale by Comyet) WINNER: Ink

Nightmare (DreamTale by Jokublog) vs Error by CrayonQueen WINNER: Error

FINALE:

Ink (_____Tale by Comyet) vs Error by CrayonQueen WINNER: Error

#undertale #undertaleAU #utmv #sans #sans au #sans au sexyman polls

641 notes · View notes

cleocatrablossy · 4 months

Text

Scar gets to appear twice

#my art #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #tw body horror #just in case!#winners horror au :]#I’m pretty glad I decided to have him appear twice. because I used the vex design thing for 3rd life so I forced myself to get more creativ

4 notes · View notes

mint-yooxgi · 1 year

Text

{2} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 5,203

Warnings: OC gets called a bitch again. Mention of injuries and vomiting. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Alright! Next chapter!! Hehehe, there’s so much to be revealed as this series progresses, so I really hope you all like this part! I’m so happy with the support I've been receiving already for this series, so I really hope you’ll all enjoy the rest of what I have planned. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Chapter One - Mini Masterlist

The tension that now fills the room is so thick, you can practically see it hanging in the air between all of you. A few of them even look ready to strike you down at a moment’s notice.

“So,” the one on top of your centre counter coughs up some blood, the red liquid beginning to drip down his chin as he grins maniacally, “you’re an overgrown lizard, too.”

“I’d conserve your strength if I were you,” you retort, not bothering to confirm or deny his claim at this time. “I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long already.”

“Are you going to heal him or not?” The fiery blond scowls, taking a menacing step towards you.

“No, I don’t think I will.” You reply bluntly, raising your dagger the slightest bit higher as they all growl at you again. “He can die for all I care.”

“I thought you said she was nice.” The one holding the bloodroot in his hands narrows his gaze accusingly at Jongho who currently stands the closest to you out of all of them.

“She usually is,” comes his answer. “I’ve never seen her act like this before.”

“She’s one hell of an actress, then,” the tallest in the corner scoffs. “Fooled even the likes of you despite being a hunter.”

Before any of them can react, you’ve thrown your blade at the male. The pommel now sticks out of the wall directly beside his head, wobbling slightly from the impact.

“Don’t you ever compare me to those monsters again.” You spit, eyes lighting with a newfound fury.

“Still don’t like being called out for what you are, huh?” The male on top of your counter coughs once more, gritting his teeth as the male closest to him begins applying the paste to his open wound.

“Ironic for one of our kind to side with them,” the one with the birthmark huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’ve found a real winner there, Jongho.”

“Watch your mouth, boy. I have been around a lot longer than you.” Your eyes flash, scowl pulling onto your features.

“Whatever you are,” the one with the long chestnut hair begins, “we need you to heal him. Please.”

“I will do no such thing.” Your voice is stern, a frown on your features.

“And why not?” The bloodroot gets crushed in the one male’s hand, a harsh look being directed your way.

“Only cowards attack their adversary from behind after their life has been spared.” You meet his gaze. “He deserves what’s coming for him.”

Already, you can see the male’s breathing slowing down, each inhale being a painful rise and fall of his chest. Desperately, the one male continues to apply the paste to his side, blood mixing with the impromptu healing aid to no avail.

“Honeysuckle won’t do anything. You’re wasting your time.” Your gaze locks with the male desperately trying to save his friend.

“Then tell me what to do to save him!” The male retorts, his eyes flashing in panic as he straightens back to his full height.

You remain silent, gaze sharp as you stare down the males across from you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jongho reach out to you.

“Don’t touch me.” A warning that he doesn’t seem to heed.

The second he reaches for you again, you’ve grabbed his wrist in your hand, twisting it so that he falls to his knees. You stand behind him, pinning him to the ground with your foot pressing into the back of his calf as you twist his arm at an unnatural angle.

The others react instantly, four immediately taking offensive stances as snarls paint their lips. Again, the fiery headed one takes a threatening step towards you.

“One more step and that one won’t be the only one knocking on death’s door.” Your tone is sharp, and you watch as they all stand down for the time being.

“We don’t want any trouble.” The chestnut haired man says, raising his hands, palms facing upwards in a sign of surrender for the moment.

“You Hala dragons are nothing but trouble.” You reply.

“How do you know we’re the Halas?” The tallest raises his brow, taking a moment to pull your dagger out of the wall beside his head. “You missed, by the way.”

“That one has an overconfidence issue,” your eyes briefly dart to the male barely clinging to life on your centre counter before meeting the tallest’s gaze once more. “And I never miss. It was a warning.”

“And I suppose our eldest here received the same treatment?” The one who had been applying the honeysuckle paste to his side retorts, somewhat sarcastically.

“I warned him. Twice, and then subsequently spared his life before he tried to end mine while my back was turned after showing him mercy.” You blink, straightening your back the slightest as you stand to your full height. “He came at me first.”

A brief silence settles over you all, a tense understanding passing through the room. Dragon custom states that to attack one while their back is turned after any type of mercy is shown to an opponent is folly, and cause for great shame. In some cases, even death.

“He says he thought you were a simple, innocent villager.” The man with the birthmark says.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” You reply, incredulously. “Knowing he would have torn out the throat of an innocent villager in seconds?”

The growl that escapes Jongho’s lips surprises even you.

“What are you complaining about, you liar?” You twist his arm further behind his back, feeling as his whole body physically winces in your hold.

“I’m not the only liar in this house,” he pants, attempting to pull his wrist free to no avail. “I didn’t tell you about what I was because I didn’t want to scare you.”

“You think I’m mad about the fact that you kept being a dragon from me?” You nearly scoff, a roll to your eyes. “Please, I could smell it on you the minute you walked through my woods.”

You fail to see the way shock paints Jongho’s features. Not even other dragons are able to tell what he is when he hides his true nature. So, how could you?

“You mean you knew this whole time?” He voices, somewhat incredulously.

“Of course I knew,” you reply. “I didn’t know you were a fucking Hala, though.”

“Watch it.” The flame headed one growls.

“Don’t test me, boy.” Again, your eyes flash.

“What’s so wrong with me being a Hala?” Jongho asks, tone a little softer than before. As if he’s suddenly insecure about what you think about him.

“Name a village that you’ve plundered that has survived an attack by you in your quest for the crown.” You reply bluntly, and you watch as they all suddenly avoid your gaze in what appears to be shame. “That’s what I thought.”

“We’re no worse than those Wolves.” The one holding the now crushed bloodroot in his hands spits.

“Wolves don’t burn every village they ransack to the ground.” You retort.

“Why do you care so much for the humans, anyways?” The flame haired one narrows his eyes at you.

“Because, believe it or not, I actually befriend most of them.” Again, you hear a low growl escape Jongho beneath you. “I know you think them so far beneath you.”

“You don’t know us.” The chestnut haired male frowns.

“You don’t know me.” You counter, a minor quirk to your brow.

“Clearly not,” Jongho grumbles.

“Look,” the tallest male sighs, “just heal out brother, and you’ll never have to see us again.”

You tilt your head at him slightly, intrigued. “Oh?”

“Don’t make promises I can’t keep, Yunho.” Jongho voices lowly, the hint of a threat to his words.

“Swear to me that you’ll leave this village alone and never come back, and I might save his life.” Your head shifts the slightest bit upwards as you stare down your nose at all of them.

“What so special about this damn village anyways?” The sharp eyed male with the birthmark huffs, arms crossed over his chest.

“I’d hurry up if I were you,” you finally release your hold on Jongho, shoving him to the ground as you step away from him for the moment before motioning to the one on your counter with your chin. “He’s lucky to have two minutes more of life at most.”

They all share a look briefly around the room at one another as Jongho stands back to his feet, rubbing at his wrist the whole time.

“We’ll do it.” The chestnut haired male turns to meet your gaze.

“Hongjoong-“

“You have a deal.” The male, Hongjoong, cuts Jongho off with a sharp look.

A single nod of your head is all they receive before you’re moving around your kitchen. Pulling open a cupboard, you begin taking out small jars of ground herbs.

“Apply this to the wound,” you toss a small jar behind you, perfectly aimed at the male who had desperately been applying a paste of honeysuckle to the other’s injury. You turn around to see him staring at you in what appears to be slight awe as you hadn’t even been looking towards him when you threw him the item. “Do you want him to bleed out?”

Immediately, the male twists the lid off of the jar. Using two fingers, he gathers some of the salve onto his skin, applying the balm over the gash on the injured male’s side.

The wound starts to close almost instantly, some colour returning to his skin.

“Which one of you can use flames?” You ask, already blending some herbs with a mortar and pestle as you turn your back to them once more.

“I can.” The one with the vibrant hair steps towards you, and you nearly puff out a dry laugh at the irony of his flaming locks.

“Light this,” you toss a bundle of sage at him. “Then give it to someone else while you go boil me a cup of water.”

Again, as soon as the scent of burning sage fills the air, more colour begins to return to the dragon’s features as he rests upon your counter. His breathing doesn’t seem as laboured, either.

“This sure is an intricate poison,” the one who had been applying the salve remarks, capping the jar once he’s done.

“Of course it is,” you reply, pouring some lukewarm water and honey into the mixture you have in the mortar to create a sort of paste. “I made it myself.”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice the tallest male studying your blade.

“Don’t get any ideas. Every poison I make, I ensure I’m immune to.” Your sharp gaze catches his own, watching as he gently sets down your dagger on top of the counter in the next moment.

“Here’s the boiled water.” The second tallest male places the cup beside you on the counter, only receiving a nod from you in response.

Softly, you sprinkle some herbs into the water, letting it sit for the moment as they steep.

“Can any of you manipulate liquids?” You inquire, turning back around with your mortar in hand as you approach the injured male in the centre of your kitchen.

“I can.” The chestnut haired male steps towards you.

“Have you ever separated poison from blood before?” You turn to him.

“Once or twice.” He replies.

You place the mixture beside the injured dragon’s head, shaking your own. “Not good enough.”

A crash of thunder is heard overhead, followed by four figures rushing into your cabin.

“Are you okay? What’s going on?” Chenle’s frantic voice reaches your ears.

Lifting your head, you see him, Renjun, Taeyong, and Jaehyun all standing there, gazes locked on the seven figures standing around your kitchen.

“Why are you guys all standing in the doorway- oh.” Mark enters next, voice dying in his throat as he senses the tension in the room. His eyes narrow. “I told you there was a storm coming.”

Johnny and Yuta are the next two to enter, and as soon as they do, growls are escaping their lips. Immediately, they tense, stances switching to the offensive as they lock eyes with the males standing around the room.

“What’s going on?” Johnny cannot hide the hint of concern for you in his voice as he prepares to spring into action at a moment’s notice.

“Alright, everybody out.” You command, noticing how protests begin to form on nearly all of their lips. “It’s too overcrowded, I need space to work. Besides, I don’t need you tearing a hole in my house like the last time.”

The pointed look you shoot both Mark and Chenle has them both shrinking sheepishly beneath your gaze.

Again, Jongho growls lowly.

“I fucking knew it.” Renjun exhales a long sigh through his nose, closing his eyes while shaking his head.

“You take issue with us, but you have no problem associating yourself with the Neos?” The one holding the crushed bloodroot in his hand seethes.

“I’ve know these boys far longer than I’ve known of you.” You snap.

“I really wish you’d stop calling us boys, Pretty One,” Yuta sighs, a slight pout tugging at his lips.

“Yeah,” Chenle puffs out his chest slightly, along with Mark. “We’re men.”

“You are still my little cub, Lele,” your expression softens, even if only the slightest bit as your lips twitch upwards at the corners.

“Cub?” Jongho nearly seethes, eyes flashing as he turns to glare at Chenle now.

“As long as I’m still your favourite,” he shoots a smug grin at Jongho in response.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night,” you brush him off. “Now, all of you except Junnie and Yong, out.”

“We are not leaving you alone with our brother when you’re the reason he’s in this mess in the first place.” The flame headed male snaps, arms crossing in front of his chest. “Especially not with them.”

“Oh, did you get him with your dagger?” Renjun hums, stepping towards the counter only for his path to be blocked by both the male with the birthmark and Hongjoong.

“I would step aside if I were you.” Taeyong sighs, moving forward with Renjun in the next second.

Four low growls echo around the room.

“Look,” Taeyong’s eyes flash. “We’ve dealt with this before, and if she’s already helping you, let us help her.”

“Honestly, we should have killed you the minute you attempted to threaten my wife.” Johnny crosses his arms over his chest, eyes narrowing at the males across from him.

The snarl that tears from Jongho’s lips is nothing short of feral. “Your wife?”

“Not your wife.” You remind him casually.

You hear Jaehyun chuckle lowly, beginning to usher a few of the other males outside. Johnny pouts all the while, muttering about eventually making you his wife someday.

“Yeah, yeah, you and everyone else,” Yuta grumbles, arms crossed over his chest as he sends one final fleeting glance in your direction.

At least it sounds as if the rain has stopped. For now.

“Listen,” you spare a glance at the seven other males standing around your kitchen, “do you want me to help him or not?”

“Please,” Hongjoong takes an eager step towards you.

“Then you need to all go wait outside.” You reply bluntly.

“We don’t take orders from you.” The one with the birthmark snarks.

“You will if you want him to live.” You slam your palm down onto the counter right beside the injured male’s head, eyes flashing in annoyance. “Every second you waste prolongs his pain.”

As if on cue, the male on the table groans.

You take a step back, grabbing that cup with the now lukewarm herbal tea and taking a casual sip.

“This was for him, but it does work wonders for my complexion.” You hum, leaning back against the counter behind you.

“You bitch.” The one holding the bloodroot throws it onto the ground in anger.

“Watch it, Woo.” Jongho threatens, much to both Renjun’s and Taeyong’s surprise.

“Wow, two for eight.” You remark. “You six want to cuss me out tonight, too?”

“We just want you to help our brother.” The one who applied the balm almost pleads with you.

“Then wait outside.” Comes your blunt response, taking another sip of the tea. Only, you hold the cup to your mouth, subtly puncturing your upper lip and adding a drop of your blood to the mixture. It’s the only way the tonic will work properly, anyways.

“I thought you needed me for the poison removal?” Hongjoong turns to look at you.

“Not with Renjun here,” you motion to the male across the room. “At least I know he’s done this before, and that he knows what he’s doing.”

“Then what is he for?” Jongho narrows his eyes at Taeyong. “Moral support?”

“No, you dimwit,” Taeyong rolls his eyes. “There are multiple steps to this antidote, and I know all of them. I’m here to help.”

“Why do you know the antidote?” The tallest male quirks a brow, arms crossed over his chest.

“Do you want to stand around asking questions all night, or do you want us to heal your brother?” You snap, patience wearing thin.

A look is shared between the seven of them.

“We’ll be outside.” Hongjoong nods once in your direction as they all finally step back out through the threshold of your door.

Jongho lingers, hesitant to leave the house. Though, with one final sharp look from you, he at least steps outside, even if he remains just passed the now broken door.

“So, why are we saving the eldest of the Hala’s after you’ve already ensured his death?” Taeyong asks casually, grabbing the discarded burning sage from the side counter and placing it beside the injured male’s head.

“The chestnut haired one swore they would leave this village alone and never return if I did.” You reply, noticing how Renjun already moves to begin the separation process of the poison from the blood.

“You and your obsession with protecting this village will end up getting you killed one day,” Renjun sighs.

“Then why did you bring the others to come check on me?” You quirk a brow, somewhat knowingly. “You always care more than you want to admit, Junnie.”

“You’re one of our oldest and closest friends,” Taeyong answers when the younger male continues to remain silent. “Of course we would be worried.”

“I barely made it home before Chenle was running out the door,” Renjun states. “They all wanted to come make sure you were okay.”

“They’re your cubs, alright.” Taeyong chuckles, grabbing a wooden spoon from one of your drawers and mixing the paste within the mortar slightly.

A low growl is heard once more just outside your smashed doorway, and the three of you share a look.

You roll your eyes, moving to add a drop of honey to the tea. “I damn well near raised them, of course they’re my cubs.”

“Have you heard from-“

“No.” You cut Renjun off in an instant. “They’ve kept to their promise every year since then. They know what would happen if they crossed the fjord.”

“I know it pains you not to see him.” Taeyong adds softly, a worried look being sent your way. “He was your cub, too.”

“He made his choice.” You swallow thickly, steeling your emotions for the moment as memories threaten to resurface. “He chose to go with him and his clan.”

“Do you blame him for it?” Renjun pauses his movements over the injured male’s chest for a moment to meet your gaze.

You blink. “I could never blame him for it. Doesn’t make it hurt any less, though.”

“We know.” Taeyong acknowledges with a nod of his head. “At least they’ve kept those hunters off of our side of the river.”

You let out a deep sigh through your nose. “At least.”

A silence settles over the three of you as Renjun finally finishes separating the poison from his bloodstream, leaching it out through the remainder of the open gash in his side.

Slowly, the wound continues to close.

“I know you’re still conscious,” you direct it to the male on the counter. “Can you sit?”

A weak movement of his arms as he attempts to push himself upwards to no avail.

“I’m surprised you can even move your arms,” you hum, walking over to the doorway to see Jongho eagerly step into your field of vision. “You and honeysuckle boy, come with me.”

“Honeysuckle boy?” Jongho’s brow furrows, yet the male that had applied the paste to his brother’s wound understands almost immediately.

“My name is San,” he offers, pushing Jongho back inside and following right afterwards.

You spare him a disinterested glance as you turn your back to him once more, leading the two males over to their brother on the counter.

“You both need to support him while he drinks half of this. Can you do that?” You turn to face them once more, holding the cup of tea in your hands.

“You can’t do it yourself?” A voice from the open doorway catches your attention and you see the flame headed one standing there with his arms crossed.

You ignore him.

“Where do you want me to dump this?” Renjun holds the liquid poison in the air, the bubble swirling with the faint green toxin.

“Regular spot,” you reply. “I’ll dilute and separate the contents later.”

A nod is all you receive as Renjun walks out the backdoor, many pairs of eyes following him all the while.

“In order for me to answer your question, canary man, let me ask you one of my own.” Your voice draws the tall male’s attention to you from the open doorway as you motion for Jongho and San to support the injured male in a sitting position. “Have you ever ingested a frost berry before?”

A moment’s pause.

“Once.” Comes his answer. “When I was small.”

“Do you remember what happened as soon as the fruit touched your tongue?” Your eyes flash, meeting his gaze briefly as you bring the tea up to the injured male’s lips, helping him to drink half the contents before pulling away.

“No.” He replies, somewhat gruffly.

“That’s what I thought.” You huff, noticing Renjun pushing passed him and reentering your house with a wooden bucket in his hands. “Well, if you’re lucky, your body will immediately reject the fruit, expelling it in any way it can. This usually occurs in the form of vomiting. In certain cases, it can cause you to pass out for hours, with an added effect of memory loss to boot. Sometimes, it causes muscle spasms, and in severe cases, death. Too much of it can be poisonous to dragons, but the leaves have many medicinal properties if prepared correctly.”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice San listening quite intently to your every word.

“It still induces vomiting, but it dilutes any toxins from the system that remain.” You continue. “It’s better if people familiar are supporting him in case he has one of the more severe reactions. I wouldn’t want to hurt him any further than he already is. If your friend here is lucky, he’ll only need one spoonful. That mixture tastes awful.”

Taking a step back, Taeyong moves in closer to take your place. Renjun stands on the opposite side, bucket at the ready as the elder of the two raises the wooden spoon to the injured male’s lips.

“This won’t be pretty,” you warn.

The moment the paste reaches the injured male’s lips, he gags, nearly spitting the substance back out. Only, Taeyong slaps a hand beneath his chin, forcing his mouth closed for the moment.

“You need to swallow the mixture for it to work.” You comment, arms crossed as you watch the events unfolding in front of your eyes.

Stubbornly, the dragon shakes his head.

“Stop acting like a child. My cubs are better mannered than you.” You sigh, noticing how Jongho’s gaze darts over to you momentarily. “The longer you hold it in your mouth, the worst it will taste.”

Slowly, reluctantly, the male swallows the mixture.

Comfortingly, San begins to rub the male’s back as he begins to dry heave. Renjun practically shoves the wooden bucket into his arms, the male having enough strength to cling to it for dear life.

“Give him another,” you nod to Taeyong.

The male shakes his head, attempting to turn away from the incoming wooden spoon.

“Come on Hwa, don’t make us force feed you,” San mutters. “It’ll be over soon.”

With nothing but disgust on his features, the male accepts another spoonful of the mixture. Only this time, as soon as he swallows, his head becomes buried in the bucket, emptying the contents of his stomach immediately.

Renjun steps away, nothing but revulsion clear on his features. Taeyong, on the other hand, places the mortar with the rest of the paste onto a side counter, moving to grab the male a fresh glass of water.

Once Hwa has finally finished, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, Taeyong hands him the glass.

“Here,” his voice is rough. “Rinse out your mouth.”

The dragon does as he’s told, somewhat hesitantly. After spitting the water into the bucket, you’re beside him once more.

“Drink the rest of this, and you’ll be fine.” You say, practically shoving the remainder of the tea into his hand. “Then, I never want to see your faces here again.”

The man blinks at you, a slight scowl to his features as he swipes the cup from your hand. Reluctantly, he brings it to his lips.

“I promise it tastes better than the first time,” you sigh, already moving to clean up your supplies.

Luckily, Renjun helps you, using his powers to clear the blood that has soaked into your countertop and dripped onto the floor from the male now sitting on top of your counter. Taeyong even begins to help you clean up, washing out the few items that had been used.

Your dagger still sits, glinting on the side of your counter from the light of the oil lamp.

The sound of a cup clattering to the floor draws your attention.

“Hwa, don’t push yourself,” San voices worriedly as the male swings his legs over the side of the counter to stand back to his feet.

He wobbles slightly, using his hands to support himself on the counter as he absolutely glares at you.

“I should have killed you when I had the chance.” His voice is low, rough from the strain of what he’s just been through.

The room goes so silent, you can hear the subtle drip of the water from the roof onto the ground coming from outside.

“Is that any way to thank the person who just saved your pathetic excuse of a life?” You turn to him, drying your hands on a cloth nonchalantly.

“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been close to death in the first place!” He shouts, drawing the attention of all the males outside your cabin instantly.

“Watch your tongue, boy. You have no idea who you’re speaking to.” Taeyong is quick to step partially in front of you for protection, his eyes flashing in the light.

“Oh, I think I do,” he hums, snarl tugging onto his features.

“Seonghwa.” The voice of Hongjoong warns from the open doorway, stern expression locked on the elder male.

The male completely ignores the other.

“You’re nothing but a pretentious bitch, going around and pretending you’re someone you’re not. You don’t have a shred of kindness in you.” Seonghwa spits. “Stop acting like you’re some ancient, and make it easier on all of us and go die on a hunt like the useless huntress you are.”

A snarl nearly tears from your throat, but both Renjun and Taeyong beat you to it. Both males stand in front of you protectively, the others of their clan preparing to attack at a moment’s notice.

Gently, you place a hand onto Renjun’s shoulder, looking passed the males in front of you and to Hongjoong near the door.

“I want all of you Halas gone in thirty seconds. We had a deal.” Your voice is firm, eyes sharp as you meet his gaze.

A nod is all your receive as he motions for them all to leave with a jerk of his head.

However, just as you go to move passed Seonghwa, the male reaches out to you one last time before the others can even react.

The moment you sense the claws near the centre of your back, you round on the male. A snarl tears from your lips as your eyes flash a deep amber as a loud crack is heard throughout the room.

A cry of pain leaves Seonghwa’s lips as he’s forced to his knees. Tears line the corners of his vision as you continue to crush his hand beneath your grip, claws digging into his skin.

Immediately, Taeyong, Johnny, Renjun, and Chenle surround your back, guarding you with a newfound fury shining in their eyes as the others snarl their discontent.

“Never try to touch me again.” You shove the male away from you, chest heaving as you attempt to reign in your anger. “The next time you reach for my back will be your last.”

“I think it best if you leave now.” Taeyong states, rather pointedly as his eyes shift around at each male still standing inside your house that he can see.

“We’ve overstayed our welcome.” Hongjoong is quick to nod, motioning quite firmly this time with his head for them to leave.

“I don’t think we were ever welcome in the first place.” The one with the birthmark mutters as he exits your home.

A soft call of your name from Jongho catches your attention and you turn your furious gaze onto him.

“Please,” his expression falls. “Don’t do this.”

“Get out of my house,” your voice is low, threatening as you stand to your full height. “I never want to see you again.”

The look he wears is akin to a wounded animal as he follows behind his brothers almost sluggishly. A few of them begin to grumble beneath their breath, shoulders tense as the few Neos around them watch their every move with an intense precision that would have anyone trembling in their skin.

Slowly, the dragons begin to disappear into the tree line, the forest concealing their figures with each step they take. Only, Jongho pauses one final time, turning to look at you from over his shoulder with tears lining his eyes.

“Leave.” You scowl, the word a mere hiss on your lips. “And never come back.”

What you fail to see as Jongho turns back around is the first of his tears beginning to trail down the sides of his cheeks as he vanishes into the night.

498 notes · View notes