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hexonthepeach · 9 months

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a gentle tongue breaketh the bone | 10: prisoner

pairing: fem hybrid fox omega!reader/hybrid Alpha!nct 127

tags: reverse harem, non-traditional omegaverse hybrid! cyberpunk au, pack dynamics, polyamory, slowburn/slowbuild, angst & hurt/comfort, heavy content warnings inc. torture, graphic violence, suicidal ideation, explicit sexual content

summary: the year is 2127. decades of eugenics and warfare have led to the rise of designated populations: the ruler Alphas and their rare, prized omegas sequestered from the Beta population. in the aftermath of the War of the Two Tigers, New Goryeo ushers in an Imperial dynasty determined not by birthright but by the alliance of the Syndicate’s clancorps to choose the best pack of your generation. you are destined to take your place within the Imperial harem as a queen, and–perhaps–Imperatrix herself

but you have a secret, written into your skin and bones–one that could easily kill you, depending on who finds it out

ten years ago you chose your Alpha and their pack in a fateful meeting

now, you must make them choose you

[masterlist & glossary] [read on AO3] [0: prologue] [1: escape, again] [2: lost and found] [3: returned] [4: bound] [5: home] [6: gift] [7: reunion] [8: security] [9: secret]

wc: 5.5k

chapter warnings: [redacted] continues to be a menace, mutual masturbation via video chat

recommended listening: sweet juice - purple kiss, my satisfaction - ive

Containment is one of several modular sleeping pods arranged in a dim and unoccupied lower floor, no windows and minimal light. A blue glow emits from the furthest cell down, your fellow prisoner obscured in sound and scent with the thick plexiglass partitions between you.

"Can you hear me?" you ask, receiving no answer.

You're not sure how long you'd been out but you reek of sweat and urine—vaguely remembering being unable to control your bladder during the round of electrocution.

You clean yourself up in the sink of your tiny, doorless toilet, tears rolling down your face the entire time.

Whatever sick game you'd found yourself in the middle of, you had to survive it. You couldn't harm the two who had put you in here but you could deduce a way to make them suffer, equally.

It's the only thing you have to look forward to.

"I'm going to let you out, if you promise to behave." Mark says when he arrives to check on you.

You hide in the corner near the in-wall bed, ears down and tail tucked around your bare feet.

"I don't want to go out there." You don't have to pretend to cry, helplessness weighing you to the floor. "They hurt me."

"I know. I'm sorry," Mark sighs, hand on the door. "Can I come in and check on you?"

"Please just leave me alone," you say, turning your back to him. You slump down, keeping your ears still so as to hide the rush of excitement when he takes the bait.

The door rumbles open but doesn't close, fresh air clearing out the stench and bringing with it Mark's clean and neutral odor.

"I need to do some checks," he says. "Please don't try anything funny."

"Are you going to hurt me, too?" You cough weakly, rubbing snot into your sleeve.

"No one wants that." He's beside you, pulling you up and inspecting your face. His fingertips palpate your forehead, making you wince in pain.

You'd almost forgotten your head connecting with the edge of the desk when you'd lost muscle tone. There's no blood but you can tell it must be ugly by the way Mark's face twists in sympathy and frustration.

"Tell me what happened," he says through gritted teeth.

For a moment you consider adding a layer of fabrication to the story you'd heard Jungwoo improvise. But that path is too complicated. Instead you hold your head, squinting against your migraine.

"I don't remember. I wasn't myself."

"Did Jungwoo do anything to you?" Mark asks. "Or Yuta?"

"No. No, of course not." Your lip trembles as you shake your head, wincing again. "I think I attacked them? Are they okay?"

"Yeah," Mark says, sourly. "I put Jungwoo on reserve until I can be sure . . . You won't have to deal with him for a while."

"Oh," you say, genuinely disappointed–just for entirely different reasons. "But he was so nice to me. I understand why he . . ."

You start to sob, tears rolling down your chin to splash on Mark's boots.

"You're not yourself. It's fine," he says, patting you awkwardly on the shoulder. You move a small degree closer to him, sure he'll pull away, grateful when he doesn't.

"I just want to go home," you whimper. "This is a nightmare."

"I know, I know." Mark's hand remains on you, squeezing gently.

"I can't be alone. I'm scared of what I'll do when I'm not in control." There's a bit of truth to what you're saying but it's slathered thick with vulnerability. Like Haechan, Mark is your only other hope at a scenario where you have the upper hand.

"I understand." His expression is distant as he stares at you, as if trying to puzzle something out. "Why don't we go down to medical first. We can have Taeil check on you and–"

You cut off his words by throwing your arms around him, lips pressed to his closed mouth. It's an effective distraction–Mark flails, fighting to push you off, only to find the muzzle of his own gun pointed at him. You point it at the wall to the side of his head, unable to commit to threatening his life.

"You so much as breathe too loud and you're getting permanent hearing damage," you say, emboldened.

Mark sighs heavily through his nose, amusement tugging the corner of his frown.

"Hands where I can see them," you order.

He follows your lead, palms open and raised to his shoulders. He's silently laughing at you now, eyes dancing with delight.

"You think I won't do it?" you ask.

He can't hold it in after a few seconds, flashing perfect white teeth in a wide grin.

"Go ahead," he says. "Do it."

The order makes you pull the trigger, finding zero give.

After watching you struggle for a few seconds Mark disarms you in the blink of an eye.

"The safety is key-coded to my bios," he says, reholstering the pistol. "But nice attempt."

Your shoulders sag in defeat. At this point it's impossible to keep track of how many times you've made a fool of yourself in the past few days–more if you count your attempted escape.

You feel hazy, hopefully not concussed as you let your head thud against the wall beside you with a real, involuntary cry of pain.

"Hey–" He blocks your face before you can harm yourself again. "Stop it."

It's the final straw, hearing yet another command. You bend into your raised knees, sobbing hopelessly.

This time Mark scoots beside you to wrap an arm around you, stiffly holding you until the worst of the hysterics wear off.

"I know this is hard but you're going to have a much easier time if you don't fight."

"I can't help it," you whisper, wiping your face. This time you're being honest, with him and yourself. "You know what they say about us. Fight, flee, or . . ."

The unspoken word hangs between you until Mark's discomfort loses to his need to keep the conversation civil. "Fornicate."

"It's jimseung," you say. "Whatever is conscious is a passenger. I'm just a smarter animal."

"Trust me, I know." Mark's voice cracks. "But whatever control you have, you need to try to do the right thing. For your sake more than anyone else's."

"How?"

"How about we make the best of it," he says. "We'll take you back to your room. We can do remote shifts so you always have someone to talk to. In a few days once you're not under the influence we'll take you home."

"You'd spend time with me?"

"It's not any different than this. Just safer. You kind of make people crazy like it's contagious."

"But not you." Instinct tells you that of all the men in this pack he's the one who hasn't been affected to the same degree. Not interested, Doyoung had said.

Mark is immediately bashful, standing up. "I can keep it together."

"You don't have to for my sake," you say, looking up at him from the floor.

A shadow passes over his face, gone just as quickly. "Are you really not concerned about some stranger taking advantage of you when you're like this?"

"You're not strangers."

You stand, vertigo bringing you down again. Mark grabs you fast and holds you up, not seeming to mind the close proximity now.

"You're my Alpha's family," you say, meeting his concerned gaze. "I didn't choose you but you're mine now."

"Yeah. I see," he agrees, helping you move.

"I don't know what happened to you and Johnny but I know it can't be easy. Having someone you love tell you they want nothing to do with you."

"I don't love him."

"Well, someone you're attached to." He shrugs.

You realize Mark makes you feel comfortable in a way you haven't felt since you arrived. You cling to his bicep as he guides you out of the wing, dragging you a bit when you pause to look back down the hallway towards the other cell. There’s no movement or indication that the other occupant is even there.

"What's it like then, being bonded to him?" he asks.

"Like wanting to die. All the time." Your chest aches more than your head when you say it.

Mark makes an agitated sound in his throat. "Aish. It's so weird. I've never seen him like this with anyone else. He's usually so . . . I don't know. Confident?"

"He's a coward, who surrounds himself with others like him," you hiss, looking up and immediately walking your words back at Mark's judgment. "Present company excluded."

"Maybe," he says quietly. "I guess if I were him, I'd be afraid of hurting you again."

Something about his tone makes you question your own knee-jerk reaction, like you're seeing everything from a different view. You resist it, prickling at the idea that there would be anything in Johnny's treatment of you that wasn’t self-serving.

"At least, I think that's what's coming through the pack bond," he continues.

"Are you marked by him?"

"Oh no." Mark seems disturbed by the thought. "Taeyong is the only one who made it official. He needed someone to run the pack. Too many of us, too many different species, too."

"Alphas don't take orders from omegas they're not bonded to," you say. It wasn't entirely true in your experience, but you didn't want to dig down that burrow. If Mark is suspicious, he doesn't reveal it.

"I mean . . . We do. Just not like orders orders. It's not that we question Taeyong's leadership, it's just against instinct. Feels weird. Johnny is like a translator, no one questions his authority as prime."

"Does it feel right telling us what to do?" you ask.

"You're the first real girl omega I've ever met," he says. "I don't think anyone has experience with it. Except maybe . . . You know, nevermind."

You don't pluck the thread but instead keep it stored away for later. By the time you've returned to your room the shape of things becomes a little more clear: Mark is Johnny's second in command, and loyal. He's too young to have seniority but it's an assumptive role and he's in charge at the moment. The fact that he's being considerate of you is not something to take for granted.

He even waits in the entrance, watching you inspect your room with tentative sniffs and an alert tail until you're satisfied you're alone and safe.

"Sorry for trying to steal your gun," you say, hanging back near the bathroom as you bid him farewell.

"Nah, it was fun–"

"I mean sorry for kissing you like that," you correct. You watch him fidget, his shyness in contrast to his military attire and his usual, puffed-up posture.

"Don't think about it," he says. When he closes the door you notice it takes a long time for the light to blink to indicate it's locked.

"Go right. No, right. That's left. Right, right, RIGHT."

Haechan's voice is distorted by the constant stimuli in surround sound with the specially fitted headset hovering over your ears, not quite in the right position as you lean back on the bed and try to navigate a standing position lying down.

The flick of your left fingers accidentally pulls a grenade pin, and you toss it, losing your bead on the target he's been guiding you to. To add insult to injury you're caught in the explosion, headset flashing red and haptics vibrating as you're thrown to the ground along with several friendlies.

The chat explodes with insults, mostly telling you to log off, others begging you to learn how to game before joining an instance.

You choose to stay prostate, watching the flicker of other players and their exchanged fire as they pass over you. Haechan's avatar comes into view, crouching down to rezz you even though you are still very much alive.

"You done?" he asks, recognizing the expression translated through the visor as acceptance of your loss.

"It's harder than it looks," you say, thankfully still on your private line. You close the chat so you can't see the insults lobbed at you fully translated.

"I dragged you into this, just so you'd see what you were getting into," he admits. "That's not even a ranked match."

"Maybe you can ease me in a little easier," you say, rolling over to watch the battlefield chaos fragment into color as higher level weaponry is engaged. The sheets stick to you, and you fumble for the flask of water just out of view, groaning when you find it empty.

"Don't you have another game we can play together?" you ask, lifting up your visor. The projector wall shows the last few seconds of the firefight, the rankings flashing down past the edge to the floor, where your tag blinks dead last. At least you'd managed one hit–if only on someone in your company playing for the other team. You'd died over a dozen times in five minutes.

"Let me just finish up this last push," Haechan responds, the distant noise of whatever battle he's already engaged in a white noise behind every clipped word.

You hang up on him, closing out the game screen to be confronted by a series of notifications that are much less appealing in the face of some stranger half a globe away threatening to kill you.

There's your dwindling bank statement, last charges made for upgrades to weapons and armor Haechan had assured you were absolutely necessary for a base level experience in Crashrunner.

You're under the wire now, you'd have to start earning or you couldn't even afford instant noodles. You were much more intimately familiar with the pricing after ordering three palettes, one of them Hendery's preferred brand, now stacked near the kitchenette.

It's late, and you're not hungry. Instead, you've been thinking about when your next cold shower should occupy your time, how long you'll be able to stand it.

There's an itch in your dermis that feels like fur just under the surface, your body twitching and burning through every momentary flash of excitement like it will roll over into something more–a promise of pleasure denied.

You're grateful for the wealth of clothing purchases in soft and thin fabrics, but you've found it's better to not wear much at all–too many of them uncustomized for your tail and all of them absorbing your scent and bodily fluids like wicks in an oil lamp. You'd taken to doing laundry in the manner of a common automaton while you bathed, your few pairs of underwear drying over random surfaces, including your desk.

Your screen blinks with another call from your gaming partner but you zip it away, scrolling through your personal messages as you fill your canteen from the filtered water dispenser.

[nayuta1026] >>>

[sweetashoney] >>>

[youknow1] >>>

There's others from red-flagged external accounts, possibly spam–possibly instance comrades telling you to set yourself on fire or shoot yourself into the deepest reaches of space via the Temasik Line.

You click on the last of your internal options, too sure that the others will lead you down pathways you don't want to follow. You sit on the edge of the lower bunk, eyes growing large as you parse the characters burning into your wall, sent hours before you began gaming.

[youknow1] >>> i can hear you

>>> can you hear me?

>>> ?

>>> don't cry

>>> who hurt you?

>>> ask to go to medical

>>> i need to know you're k

>>> ok. just respond

>>> you can trust mark

>>> i'll take care of them

>>> you did nothing wrong

>>> no one will ever hurt you again

>>> i promise

>>> i'll kill them if they ever hurt you again

>>> if they even touch you

>>> i'll take you home

>>> but only if you want it

>>> i'm sorry

>>> don't trust him either

>>> they all think they know better

>>> they don't

>>> you're a fighter

>>> you belong

>>> i'll never order you again

>>> never

>>> ever

>>> i promise

>>> ever

>>> i respect your choice

>>> i'm sorry

>>> so sorry

>>> they don't understand

>>> you're special

>>> i'll spend time with you

>>> we're not strangers anymore

>>> we all feel it

>>> they're all scared of you

>>> i'm not

>>> not anymore

>>> please let me know you're ok

>>> ?

The cursor blinks at you, writ as large as your own hand at this zoom. You do the only thing you can think of at the moment, unable to absorb it all for the feelings inside of you threatening to pour out: you call them.

You watch the black screen flash green and then red as you're denied.

<<< you there?

[youknow1]

>>> yeah

<<< i need to talk to you

[youknow1]

>>> we're being watched

>>> don't respond visually

>>> this is a secure line

>>> just pretend to go through your feed

<<< ok

You type out your response while you stand up and stretch, going through the other messages sent to you in the hopes that you can maintain a facade of disinterest.

Who was watching you?

Probably Jungwoo, considering his omnipresence in your access earlier. You can imagine his smug expression tapping into your feed, watching you undress and bathe–hopefully not as humored when you'd taken the "gifts" he'd left for you on your bed, now tossed near the door. Johnny's scent beckons from where you’d deposited the pillows and used clothing.

You tap on Jungwoo's messages in the bathroom.

>>> sorry little one

>>> you can be mad

>>> forgive me, though?

>>> you try your toy out yet?

Why not answer, you think. You weren't going to let him off easy.

<<< thought you were going to give me a demonstration?

A call immediately comes through on your agent and the mirror. You brace yourself before answering, leaning over the deep sink with your silk robe sliding down your shoulder as you answer.

Jungwoo's face appears, freshly showered or post-workout by the plastering of his rust-colored hair across his forehead. He pushes it back as he leans in closer to the view.

"Poor baby," he intones, tongue tapping his teeth as he strokes his own forehead sympathetically. "Left quite a bruise."

"You have a strange way of showing you want to treasure me," you say. "You like hurting your omega?"

He smiles, almost shy. "I knew you could handle it."

"I don't like you," you say.

"You don't have to like me," he muses. "Might even be better if you don't."

"Do you really want me to be part of this pack?"

That gives him pause. He leans into his chair, crossing ropey arms over his sleeveless shirt.

"You seemed to want it. Getting in here, by one way or another. Didn't you?"

There's a taste of bitterness there that you can't ignore, similar to his previous accusation that you'd maneuvered into their care.

"No," you say–not fully convicted. "I wanted Taeyong's help. Who wouldn't? Survival instinct."

You watch his soft lips curl at the admission.

"Forgive me for assuming," he begins–obviously not needing forgiveness, "but you have been begging for someone to take care of you."

"Not by abusing me."

His eyes are alight beneath lowered brows.

"Isn't that what Johnny's doing to you now? Leaving you to break your heat with strangers. Treating you like a prisoner. Ordering us to stay away–"

"He ordered you?" You watch your reflection stand up, ears at attention.

Jungwoo bites his lip, eyes wandering down to your exposed curves. "Only works so long as he's here to enforce it. Taeil tried, too. Before . . . well. You seem to have gotten through to the old man pretty quickly."

"I did?" you ask. “How?”

"He's been unusually quiet," Jungwoo says. "It's Mark's show, now. Good job on deflecting him. Might get under his skin, too, if you're careful."

"I'm not trying to get under his skin. Or anyone's."

"But doesn't it feel good?" Jungwoo makes the question sincere. "You shouldn't deny yourself that satisfaction, at least."

"I just want . . . " The answer feels too personal to share with someone as tricksy as him. You toss your head, pillow-mussed hair falling over your face. "I want at least one Alpha to take care of me."

He makes a mild sound of approval. "Is that enough?"

"If it's the only thing I have, then I guess so," you say, hand playing with the silk sash at your waist. "What do you want, exactly?"

"More than a taste." Jungwoo sounds nonchalant, but you feel a spark as he leans back, stretching out in a way that clearly defines his interest, a peek of his flat belly flashing as his fingers thump against the wall behind him.

"You aren't scared I'll steal your soul? Make you crazy?"

He leans back even further, letting you watch as he slides a hand down to palm himself through the dark fabric of his pants.

"I've seen a lot of omegas come undone. You're different. Special. I think it will be fun to break you in."

An electric thrill courses through you at the suggestion. He might be toying with you. As before your fox doesn't discriminate when it comes to intent.

"How'd a loser like you ever get a chance at another of us?" you ask, tracing your breast under the loose side of your robe without exposing it.

Seeing his reaction is more thrilling than the brush of your fingertips against your skin, the way his knuckles flex around the growing hardness beneath his pants.

"Everyone has needs," he says, voice wispy. "Especially our less . . . precious cousins. They want the experience without the risk of personal attachments. A gentle ease-in before being sold off to some uncle Duke to whelp a few more genetic mistakes. Not everyone can enjoy their status like you do."

He says it so offhandedly you have to fight to keep from wincing. Whatever truth is there you know your kind didn't choose their designation, much less their exploitation.

"And what makes you so special?" You expose more of your breasts, keeping him in suspense. Your breath catches with the feeling of silk and cool air interchanged, eyes half-closed in pleasure as you watch him drink you in.

He smiles genuinely, head cocked. "Oh me? I'm harmless."

You laugh, but he doesn’t stop.

"You have no idea what people will pay for when they can't get it elsewhere. Safety, attention, comfort."

He pauses, unzipping slowly to pull himself free of the gap in his underwear. "The right fit."

You feel the slick trickling down your thighs, beading on your skin. You swallow, dryly, eyes locked on his tight fist and the length as he works himself, knot peeking through his clothing when he pulls his cock towards his stomach.

"You ever see one of us in real life?"

"No," you answer, truthfully. No amount of anatomy references or beta-targeted Alpha porn could have prepared you for the sight of his erection growing slowly bigger, the engorged tip already leaking a thick, white substance that disappears when he passes his palm over it.

You want to taste it so badly, want to tongue the flesh until it forces past your lips and penetrates your throat. You're shaking a bit, nails digging in when you tweak your own nipple to try and break your trance. Instead you're on fire, the burn between your legs aching for the pressure and fullness promised to you by what's in his hand.

"What do you think?" His movements are languid, chest heaving but face pleasantly relaxed as he meets your eyes through the screen.

"It's . . ." you don't want to feed his ego, settling on something easier. "You're right. I'm not ready."

His mouth opens a bit in a silent laugh, or maybe just a snap of arousal that leaves him breathless.

"I can help you," he says when he can speak again. "Why don't you touch yourself?"

"I don't . . . I don't know how."

You'd denied yourself before, afraid of the consequences if you let your body tip over into the downhill roll towards denied fulfillment. It didn't help that you were constantly surrounded by others, or that your perfume was so damning that even just the thought of being touched made you open the windows before one of the eunuchs could swoop in to test you.

"Poor thing," Jungwoo breathes. "Try it for me. Let me see what makes you feel good."

You indulge yourself more than him, undoing the robe finally and letting it hang open–only as much as you need to let him see your fingers coast across your belly and down beneath the lip of the sink. You don't act for him–you can't feign what is so obviously your ramping fervor–drawing wetness up between your folds as you touch yourself in earnest.

"You shy? Don't want me to see?" He's more forceful in his self-pleasure, hunched over the camera as if it can change his view.

You step back, tail accommodating the shift in balance as your body stretches. You lazily circle that pinpoint of desire, exposing yourself by degrees. One of your breasts peaks in the chilled air, nipple a hardened point.

"Good," he murmurs. "Why don’t you try penetrating yourself. One finger."

A sense of debauchery catches up to you as you bring the digit down to slip into the sticky heat between your legs. You cry out when your nail curves into the sensitive lining of your inner walls, unable to go much further with your arm fully extended.

"I don't think it's enough," you whine.

"Two, then."

You aren't able to look at the screen, concentrating on filling yourself, the heel of your palm grinding into your sex as you fumble for relief. You hear the artificial echo of your own moans in his speakers, over the sound of him fucking his fist in time to your movements.

"Look at all that slick going to waste. Taste yourself," he says. You don't stop curling your fingers into yourself, instead swiping up moisture with your other hand and bringing it to your lips. You look up towards him, letting him savor the image of you spreading the honey-thick liquid over your mouth, tongue darting out to try it.

"You're so sweet, aren't you?"

You don't think so–finding yourself tangy and salty and acid on your tongue–but you nod, dumbly, never breaking his gaze.

Jungwoo is flushed, more boyish in his arousal than seductive, like an ancient depiction of Adonis before Artemis's revenge. You find yourself endeared to the way he's unable to speak now, bottom lip swollen from chewing on it.

"It's not enough," you reiterate. "I need more."

"I know," he says. "Get your toy."

"No." You're back against the shower wall, leaning against it as you touch yourself thoughtlessly. "Let me watch you."

"Alright," he says, already lost. He can't help but expose that crooked grin again, face angled away as he works himself under the desk.

"You shy?" you repeat back. "I want to see it."

Jungwoo doesn't appear to register your words beyond pulling back a bit, one hand engulfing the base of his cock while the other rolls over the head.

"So nice, so big," you soothe. Ripples of pleasure pass through your lower body at the sight of him unraveling, bent back into his chair with his slim lower abdomen exposed. "I just know you feel so good. Make me feel so good."

You move forward to trace the mirror with your sticky fingers, smearing slick across the glass.

"Do you want to be inside me, Alpha? You want me to beg for your knot?"

He nods, face scrunched up, a low noise coming from his mic as his tempo of strokes and thrusting changes.

"You want to mate me, fill me with everything you have?"

It takes little time for him to come, splashes of white pumping out as far as his clothed sternum, thick and proportionate in quantity to the size of his cock. His knot swells beneath the squeeze of his hand, the other still pulling cum from his shaft.

"Too bad," you pretend to pout. "You're never going to have me, you stupid dog."

His eyes crack open, a little startled.

"You're not worthy of having me," you continue. "I'd rather die than be degraded by you. Stop spying on me or I'll tell Mark."

You end the call, panting as you lean against the sink, turned on even more by the way Jungwoo seemed to enjoy the insult before you'd made his image disappear as picked up his pace again.

Your hand shakes as you type in the message.

<<< no one is watching now. i think

You wait a bit, finger hovering over the last attempted call out. This strategy is a little harder to anticipate, you don't know much about him except the vomited series of confessions and promises he'd sent you.

The mirror begins to blink and chime–your strange friend calls you first.

You make yourself decent before you answer, choosing the living area option to eliminate the possibility that your slick is smeared across the camera. The wall is filled with the image of a man you hadn't seen since the Wild, now looking casual and sleep-deprived, blinking beneath a pair of AR glasses.

"Jaehyun?" you ask, recognizing him immediately.

"Yeah," he says. He shifts back in his seat, avoiding looking at you any longer when he sees the cling of your robe to your body, your tail lifting the hem where it curls inquisitively in the air.

"Are you okay?" he chokes out, chair turned away.

"Better now," you say.

You hadn't been in the right state of mind in that basement and you certainly weren't now, looking at his soft profile. Of a group of incredibly attractive Alphas his shyness intrigues your fox the most, while your attention is on the dark metal collar around his neck and the familiar blue Containment cell walls behind him.

"Why did they lock you up?" you ask.

"I did it to myself," he says, quietly. His deep voice filling the room feels like a cool, nighttime breeze by how it placates your fox. "I don't have a lot of control in jimseung. It's safer this way."

"I'm sorry you had to lock yourself up because of me," you say. "That was very thoughtful of you."

"It's fine." He shrugs, smiling slightly with the compliment. It’s enough you know a real one would transform his face.

"I'm glad you wrote me," you say. "It made me feel like someone cared about me."

"That–sorry about that," he grimaces in embarrassment. "Seals and filters must be degraded. I could smell you. I don't even remember sending all that."

"I like what you said, though," you protest. "Did you not mean it?"

Jaehyun's mouth parts, lower fangs exposed as he thinks through his answer.

"You don't think I'm special?" you ask, letting your voice crack and a few tears of frustration slip from your eyes. Pathetic, but effective as his gaze darts over your image and he rushes to stop you.

"No–no, I meant it, you're special. You're very special . . . to me." Jaehyun shakes his head a little, awkward as he glances away. "I just have never met one of you. I guess I made a mistake, when I . . . "

When he’d tasted you, you think.

"I'm glad you did," you say. "I feel like out of everyone I can trust you."

He looks even more uncomfortable. "You shouldn't. You don't know . . ."

"You wanted to claim me, didn't you?" you ask.

Just the thought of being marked by someone else should terrify and revolt you but you're not going to be rational from here on. The pain and aching need blending together inside you is enough of a reminder that biologically you are impelled towards it no matter what you do. If you lack a choice in this at least you can choose your target.

"Yeah." Jaehyun shudders. "It's not good. Johnny won't–"

"I'm marked, not mated," you bristle at the mention of your Alpha. "I don't care what he wants."

"I care. He's prime. My friend, too." Jaehyun ducks his chin. "You're his."

"I'm the pack's now," you snap.

"That's why we need to protect you." Jaehyun distracts himself by scanning another part of the screen, not noticing when you begin to undo your robe. You sit back on the bed, spreading your legs wide to expose the mess that no amount of showering can get rid of.

"I need one of you to act like my Alpha. Why shouldn't it be you?"

Jaehyun's reaction to seeing you is comical, a cursory glance in his peripheral vision has him rushing to turn off the screen. Unfortunately he also ends the call along with it, leaving you feeling just as humiliated as he seemed to be.

Oh well. There are others you can torment.

You're about to call Yuta and propose yet another bargain when the notification appears. In the empty screen left in Jaehyun's wake you can see the soft pulse of a new message.

[fullsun] >>> taeil wants to do a 12 hour check-in. get decent i'll be there in a few

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thedevildomdaily · 3 years

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Demonic Possessions Ch 9: Love Advice & Interior Design

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I decided to make this chapter with more light banter and fun interactions and give the nephilim brothers some attention.

Warnings: Swearing, NSFW implied, light stuff this time ********************************

A couple weeks had passed. Construction on the attic was nearly complete. Lucifer and Azriel had negotiated a schedule in which the nephilim brothers would work on the attic bedroom for their sister. This helped avoid chaotic mornings, at least where the nephilim were concerned.

The overall mood of The House of Lamentation had shifted from the unease of having a new occupant amongst the Brothers and Lilly, to an odd sense of which the brothers had never experienced before. A shift in their dynamic as a family twisted due to a certain blossoming relationship.

Leviathan had become more outgoing and less reluctant in participating in events. He was more welcoming of everyone hanging around his room as well and his mood was less-likely to sour thanks to Lena. His brothers were happy for him, but it was an unusual experience for them as well. It was hard to ever find the two of them apart from each other.

“Thank you for doing my nails Asmo!” Lena chimed, “Your skills are amazing!”

Asmo grinned with brimming confidence, “Of course they are Leee-na. I’m an absolute master with nail art.”

“He’s also the best hair stylist.” Lilly chimed.

Asmodeus’s room had transformed into a spa for the two female residents and himself. The human was laying on his bed with a face mask and cucumbers over her eyes as her toe nails dried. Her hair was in a towel and she was completely relaxed as she sipped on her mimosa.

The nephilim had a peel on her face as she sat in a lavish chair while the demon painted a cute black cat on her accent nail. She too had her fill of mimosas as they relaxed from a week of cramming for a chapter test in alchemy. The math involved was exhausting, but she’d probably do well enough.

“Your brother is almost as bad as my old man when it comes to studying. I’m doing my best to be civil about it, but it’s getting on my nerves…”

Asmo gave a dramatic sigh, “If you think he’s bad now, wait until midterms. It’s a boot camp nightmare.” He then exchanged looks with Lilly as she peeked at them from her cucumber. He was underselling Lucifer’s regime.

“You know….” Asmo began with a sly voice, “I’m surprised Levi isn’t in here to get his nails painted…” Lena knew he was just baiting her at the mention of his brother. He wanted to open a dialogue to gossip about their relationship.

Shrugging, “I offered an invitation but Levi’s nails are still great from the last time you painted them. He’s also really engaged in a super hard game. The last time I saw him, Beel and Belphie were watching him battle a boss. It was getting intense in there…” It was also extremely cute, she thought.

“I’m just saying, given the fact that he’s the Avatar of Envy, I figured Levi to be a little more possessive and be following you around a lot more.” his younger brother admitted.

“Not gonna lie…” Lilly added, “I kinda anticipated that myself.” The brothers were all very possessive and it was easy to picture any one of them being like that. Well, Lucifer excluded. He was too damn cocky to believe anyone would stray from him ever.

Lena thought about it for a moment, ‘Well, I took your collective advice and talked directly with him when we went on that first date. I laid it all out for him: I’m not being held down to any single relationship. And in a kinder manner, that I basically don’t want to deal with jealousy. I’ve given up on monogamy….” he chuckled for a moment, “He actually compared me to you Asmo, and then asked if I wanted to start a reverse harem...and ya know what, I kinda like that idea haha!”

The other two blinked for a moment and joined in the laughter. “Pffft, that’s definitely a Levi-type of conclusion…” Lilly chuckled. She peeled the cucumbers off and ate them as she sat up. “It looks like you guys reached an amicable agreement then?”

The nephilim looked upward, clearly thinking about it for a moment. “We have. He agreed to an open relationship and to not be overly clingy with me. It’s beneficial to the both of u-”

“BOTH!?” Asmodeus interrupted, “Please explain!!?! Has my big, nerdy brother been hiding some secret affairs over these past few centuries?!” Why would it benefit the both of them, when only one of them has even been in multiple relationships?

“Oh, it’s quite simple really,” Lena chuckled, “His 2D waifus. I won’t ever complain about them or come between him and his fandom and I can have relationships with others as well. Besides, we’re immortal beings...forever is a realistic timeframe for us...why cling to each until we both become miserable? Monogamy hasn’t ever worked for any immortals I know...what about you?” Of course she was asking Asmo as he finished her last nail.

The demon shook his head as he released her hand and got his DDD ready to take pictures of his work for the gram. “Not that I’ve ever paid attention to it, I really can’t think of anyone...even angels drift apart and take loooooong breaks.”

“Well that’s a bit depressing….” Lilly mumbled.

“Oh, Lilly dear...don’t get depressed about it. It’s the beauty of humanity. You guys are far more capable of having a one, true love...not that you have to stick to it. It’s a valid option though.” She didn’t mean to depress the human. In her very long life, Lena had been in 100+ year relationships with various long-lived beings and it never seemed to work out. She was now trying this open relationship thing so that she didn’t feel tied-down or tired. She didn’t want anyone she was with to feel that way either.

“It’s all good. I was teasing for the most part.” Lilly smiled, “There’s only so many ways a person can spice things up and keep their relationship fresh; I’m sure an immortal couple could really struggle after a few centuries. It’s that case in my favorite vampire novel series anyways…”

Asmo didn’t comment on the matter. He couldn’t relate since he was loved by all and could charm anyone he wanted. He never for a moment considered a relationship because he could never love anyone more than himself.

“So, since you’ve found a way for things to work, have you guys……?” He smirked at the nephilim.

“ASMO!” Lily shouted. He merely chuckled.

“It’s none of your business…” Lena responded.

“That would be a solid ‘No’ then.” He quibbed. Lilly exchanged a look with him and nodded.

“Y’all are both horrible! It’s hard given he’s so reclusive and nervous. But also very cute….NO! I’m not talking with you guys about this, especially you Asmo. I’m not giving you any ammo to blackmail Levi…” She paused for a moment and contemplated, “I know he’s shy. But I also….”

“Also what?” Lilly blinked.

“I don’t know how to approach him. I’ve never been with a demon. Are you guys...very different for other beings?”

“Oh, you wanna see? Hmmmm?” Asmo teased. Or was he?

“Stop it!” Lilly smacked his shoulder lightly.

“Lena. You’re gonna have to make the first moves on Levi. Good news is there won’t be much effort you’d have to put into seducing him. It’s just finding the opportune moment when you’re feeling it.”

The girls both stared at Asmodeus for a moment.

“What? Is there something on my gorgeous face?” He immediately felt his pale, rosey cheeks.

“No, you’re just being surprisingly perceptive and giving profound advice on the matter.” Lilly said, “Lena should definitely wait until she feels right before taking the move. Like you said girl, you’ve got eternity. Take your time. Levi is a great guy and I know he’d never pressure you...”

Lena smiled and looked-up while thinking about him. “Yeah, he’s great. Special. I have so much fun with him. It’s nice to have someone interested in the same nerdy stuff as I am and not being picked-on about it 24/7.” Her last relationship went down like that. “When he blushes simply by me taking his hand, or how shocked he gets when I sneak behind him and wrap my arms around his waist...oooh... He’s too cute!!!!”

The nephilim squealed and shut her eyes hard thinking about her Levi-kun and the other two just laughed at her. Her responses to his cuteness just didn’t match her aesthetic at all and they found it hilarious to watch.

"Oh.." Lilly chimed in again, "They're 'normal' I guess."

Lena and Asmo blinked at the human for a moment.

"You asked if they were, ya know, compatible. I've had the horror of accidentally entering the men's bath when we went on a trip to a demonic hotspring before...I wanted to shove hot pokers in my eyes..." Lilly cringed.

"Oh, that's right! Lilly got to see me in all of my glory...jealous?" Asmo grinned.

The trio laughed and picked on each other all afternoon.

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“Okay, we need a few more pieces of paneling. I want some nice filigree border work.” Azriel said to himself out loud as he took a step back to look at the progress made on his sister’s room.

Zak stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets, as he watched his brother pace across the room. “Hey bro. It’s looking good. You really outdid yourself this time.” His siblings were super artsy, creative types. He couldn’t keep up with them on that. Instead, the middle sibling put any creativity into vehicle design and engineering. “Let’s take a break and go to Hell’s Kitchen for lunch. Then when we get back, you can spot anything else we need to do….”

“You do have a point. Let’s eat and come back with a new perspective…”

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The nephilim brothers went for lunch, meeting up with Beelzabub and Belphegor. The twins were in the back corner, where the owner often put them so they weren’t a distraction for the other customers.

Belphegor had his arms folded on the table, propping his head up as he watched Beel chow down on ten burgers.

“Hey guys, can we join you?” Zak asked when he approached the demons.

“Sh--rr” Beel nodded as he wadded another large bite of food. Zak could have sworn the demon’s jaw had unhinged to take such a huge bite.

Azriel took a seat next to Beel. The two of them were the same height, though Azriel was much thinner, with more of a swimmer’s body then a body-builder’s. Zak sat by a groggy Belphie. They too, were the same height but different build. Zak liked to work out when he wasn’t working on a new engine.

“You guys about to finish remodeling?” Belphie asked with a yawn at the end, “I’m curious what you’ve done to my old...space.” Was it a bedroom or a prison? He didn’t know quite how to label the attic Lucifer kept him in.

Azri gave a pleasant smile, “Yes. It’s all coming along smoothly. Lena will be thrilled with it. It’s a touch of old european with her beloved gothic asethetic. She might not like the light-colored flooring, but it makes the space look bigger…” he went off into deep thought for a moment. Then, he saw some green in the corner of his eye and smiled, “excuse me for a moment…”

“Sorry, I swear Azri has ADHD or something...don’t mind him. ‘Creative Genius’ at work 24/7” Zak chuckled and looked at the menu.

“S’okay.” Belphie nodded and closed his eyes for a moment. “Sounds like you’ve had a lot of things to do. It’s nice putting in that effort for your little sibling.”

The twins and Zaksalamel chatted and ate their lunch, nearly forgetting that the elder nephilim had even came to Hell’s Kitchen. When he finally returned, there was an empty plate left at his spot.

“You shouldn’t have ordered and left when sitting by Beel…” Belphegor responded after seeing the shocked expression on Azri’s face. “Your food didn’t stand a chance...and apparently the napkin…”

“S-sorry….” Beel scratched the back of his head.

After a moment of silence, Azriel sighed, “it’s okay. That one was definitely on me….”

Zak noticed his brother’s cheeks get a little rosy. His mind was elsewhere clearly. What was he up to. “Hey, Devildom to Azriel...where’d you disappear to?”

“Oh, forgive my rudeness..again.” He suddenly returned to the conversation. “I just happened to see someone I know and asked for their opinion about the flooring choice…”

“Mmmh-hmmm…” Zak’s eyes narrowed at his brother, knowing there was something else to it. Azriel’s voice tone was suspicious. He’d leave it alone for now.

“So, anyways, I made the right decision, and I think we will be finished with everything in 2 days.” Azri clapped his hands together, chipper with the apparent results of the consultation he’d just had. “Beel, if you’d like to make it up to me for eating my highly-anticipated lunch, could you help carry furniture upstairs? You must be very careful…Lena is going to flip out when she sees it!”

As the four of them returned to the House of Lamentation together, Beel and Belphie walked some space behind the nephilim.

“They sure seem to care a lot about their sister to spend so much time on this room. I don’t think it was that bad..” Belphegor said quietly.

‘True. But, we’d do the same thing for our sister too. And that means Lilly as well…” Beelzebub nodded.

Agreeing, Belphegor let out a small sigh. He wasn’t sure about his own opinion of Lena so far. They didn’t start off on the best of terms. No, he’d admit that he behaved like a brat that day. But he never had the opportunity to get to know her or to apologize for his overreaction. Maybe he’d help with the furniture too?

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todokori-kun · 7 years

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Well, at least it hasn’t been confirmed yet, only heavily implied (honestly Mutsurie has been implied since the Auction arc)…sad thing is that back when Mutsuki was likable I used to kind of ship it. But now…

Ishida, bring Saiko back.

Urie deserves to love someone who truly cares for him and could actually give him a happy, stable life/relationship (because Saiko is totally filling the ‘Sasaki’ role for the Q squad now that Ken’s gone).

Not this murderous angsty yandere who’s very much obsessed with somebody else.

Also, I’m getting a bit tired of Kaneki making everybody’s relationships difficult. First it was Kanae loves Tsukiyama but Tsukiyama loves Kaneki but Kaneki loves Touka, and then Kanae DIED, and now Ishida’s going to replace that with Urie loves Mutsuki but Mutsuki loves Kaneki but Kaneki loves Touka? No.

The only thing worse than that would be Saiko loves Urie but Urie loves Mutsuki but Mutsuki loves Kaneki and so on and so forth… I seriously hope Ishida won’t do that. Not only would it be terrible for my feels, it would also be kind of ridiculous.

Though that freaking centipede was hands down the worst part of this chapter tbh

I’m really, really happy Yoriko’s alive, but this isn’t 100% fluff either because there are three questions I have now:

Since Yoriko appears to have both of her hands, whose hand did Mutsuki show Touka? (I just remembered that Torso cut off Mutsuki’s hands and put a wedding/engagement ring on one of them…ew. This is getting creepy)

Who was it that called Yoriko while she was out shopping?

Do the other two questions have anything to do with how somber Yoriko looks at the wedding, or is that just because of nerves (she does smile later on when throwing her bouquet, but…)?

(And yeah, Urie has known Mutsuki is biologically female since the auction arc: I got confused about this too because of weird translations, but apparently he smelled their blood and realized it was from menstruation and not an injury. For them, Mutuski being AFAB is an ‘I know you know I know’ kind of situation)

(Aww that’s so sweet! Tysm <3 Wish I had a Shuu irl…I got diagnosed with SA earlier this week so things are difficult over here ;-;

Once we got close, though, Shuu’s dramatic behavior might start to trigger my sarcastic/teasing side…like,

“Ah, so you’re using watercolors? How lovely! What are you painting? Is it me? Well, of course it’s me, your one true-”

“Actually, it’s Yomo. I’m kinda into the strong, silent types.”

“…What are you implying, love…?”)

Luna/Urie (Lurie? Uruna?) HCs:

-Urie’s attitude around you is a bit like this:

Urie around other people: (Total scum. I can feel myself getting stupider whenever I talk to you) Of course, sir. You are truly setting a great example.

Urie around you: (I was going to work more but then I remembered I haven’t spent much time with you this week…ugh, this is like those cheesy games Yonebayashi likes to play) Be quiet, I’m trying to exercise. I suggest you do the same (oh ***** wrong answer)- just to clarify, it’s not because of your looks, it’s because you have to get stronger.

-He’s super organized and has a great memory so you can just text him when you’ve lost/can’t remember something (‘Urie, where’s my notebook?’ 'second drawer in ur desk’).

-Though he’s more comfortable with texting, he occasionally leaves short sticky notes for you when he’s busy. Usually it’s serious but maybe not quite flattering stuff like 'there are bags under your eyes. The average human of your age requires at least 7.5 hours of sleep per night' but there’s also the rare, awkwardly sweet note- 'I’ll try to be back soon’,'stay safe’,'Your hair looks nice’ (when you cut it when he was at work and he came home when you were already asleep)

-Cookie’s actually nervous about making this relationship work and the sticky notes were inspired by advice from the internet.

-when it comes to school and studying, he’s extremely impressed with how many things you’re managing to do at once.Though he usually doesn’t express this openly he definitely lets you know when he’s proud of you.

-He helps you with Japanese when you need it.

-in social situations like parties, you usually stick together and don’t talk much to anybody else unless you’re with the other Q squad members (I think I remember you mentioning you’re an introvert?). Though it might not look like it, there’s a lot of banter in these situations and you almost always have fun together.

-Urie secretly likes your 'weird, slightly pervy’ jokes

-He probably has a secret sketchbook with dozens of pictures of you in it. His face when you somehow find it is priceless.

-At some point you turn him into Hamiltrash. When you try to tease him by asking him to rap Guns and Ships, he disappoints you by rapping the whole song perfectly. He also relates to 'The Room Where it Happens’ on a personal level.

-He doesn’t understand your manga/anime obsession. Especially when it comes to Love Live- one day you get him to watch the anime with you and he remains poker-faced the whole time (honestly he looks more interested in playing with your hair than watching the show). In the end, you agree to disagree.

Until a week later, when you discover Urie’s been secretly listening to 'Storm in Lover’.

(I’ll stop rambling now…I admit that a lot of these were slightly crack-y, though I did try my best to throw in some fluff and serious HCs as well ^^;; I hope you like it! :D)

Again, thank you so much for being so nice and supportive <333 (I say that a lot, don’t I XD) I actually tried out the watercolors yesterday, and though I messed up my picture by adding too much water (I’ve never actually learned to use watercolors and I started painting with them this month), the paper is actually pretty good! I was right when I guessed it wasn’t really watercolor paper, but it wrinkles much less than my other sketchbooks :D

but wait, 'Huge airhead with the memory of a goldfish’? Are you sure you aren’t talking about me? I don’t really have a bad memory, but I only seem to remember the things I WANT to remember LOL for example, I remember almost everything about my various fandoms, but sometimes I find that I have no idea where I put my glasses when I took them off barely a minute ago (plot twist: they were on the shelf in front of me the whole time and I couldn’t see them because of my terrible eyesight. Yes, this has happened before. Several times, in fact).

Burr would later be unable to look Lee in the eye lol. Seriously though, I ship this a lot. Burr is way too shippable ;-; Remember when I said I ship him with Eliza? The fic 'True and Earnest’ on ao3 is what really made me ship them but still (I totally recommend that fic you get the chance to read it because it’s just perfect. So sweet and beautiful <3 plus, there’s some implied Angelica/Alex at the end so everybody gets to be happy! :D)

btw, just found some fanart of Burr titled 'Aaron Burr has strong opinions’

Burr in the picture: 'Personally, I love things…

…AND stuff.’

And they call Jefferson a francophile. At least we know he knows where France is.

Last note of this ridiculously disorganized message:

I just wanted to ask, are you into the MCU fandom? Because I’m very deep into it…I haven’t watched the Iron Man trilogy or the Guardians of the Galaxy movies yet (though I have the latter on my computer and am planning to watch it soon) but I’ve watched almost all of the Captain America movies and all of the Thor and Avengers movies.

Honestly I have 0 problems shipping Cookie with anyone as long as they’re mentally stable. Hell, I’ll even ship him with Shuu as long as it means Urie would be happy. The amount of suffering in TG is starting to be too much. There is a fine line between ‘a little angst to keep the plot moving’ and ‘bucketful of angst because everyone shall suffer for no particular reason’.

I read the new chapter myself (I always seem to do after you update me on the happenings hahah) and I am screaming. It’s like Ishida put a huge ‘No happiness allowed’ sign on his desk and looks at it every time he’s thinking of how to advance the plot. Sigh.

Honestly, it’s so heavily implied, I consider it canon. ‘I wasn’t going to come, but then I heard you’d be here’? Come on, Urie would never say that unless he really liked someone.

Oh, what if Sasaki/Kaneki is Urie’s true love! I mean Saiko=Sasaki and he wanted to see Mutsuki since they might know about Kaneki’s whereabouts… Don’t mind me, I’m just trying to think of something, anything that doesn’t involve Mutsuki/Urie because that has become my ultimate NOTP. But Saiko/Urie is very attractive…

Everyone loves Kaneki. Ishida lied to us, this is actually some sort of twisted harem/reverse harem manga that’s only full of suffering for the lols. When the end of the manga comes, it’ll turn out this is a stage play/movie/dream and that everyone is Kaneki’s classmates who have a crush on him, but he loves Touka, whilst she doesn’t give two shits about him. Yeah, that’d be a nice end. Waaait a minute. That implies Urie will die ;-; Nooooooo, come one, the cookie deserves happiness, his life is a big enough shitstain already.

The love relationships form a centipede. It’s like this a→b→c→d→e→f→g→h→i→j→k→l→m→n→o→Kaneki.

I was studying biology this morning, and passed the Chilopoda unit. GUESS WHICH BUG WAS THERE. I WAS THIS CLOSE TO SCREAMING OUT LOUD BECAUSE FUCK CENTIPEDES.

Oh, those are good questions! Here are my thoughts:

a) Maybe it was Mutsuki’s hand? But the hand looked…. fresh, in lack of better expression. Who knows, maybe Mutsuki just chopped off a random person’s hand to use as bait. Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me.

b) I checked the panel, and Yoriko didn’t look alarmed or confused when she turned around, so maybe it was a random person she knew? Or someone from the CCG she met before? (what would they be doing in a wedding dress shop, tho?)

c) I’ll choose to believe it was simply wedding nerves, because if it wasn’t the nervous, it was something else more sinister and there’s already enough suffering.

Oh, right! Now that you mention it, I remember! Thanks for reminding me ^^

That can’t be easy for you… If you ever want to talk, I’m here ^^ And I’m very sure Shuu would be persistent in getting to know you, yet he’d be careful not to trigger anything. Once he’d realise you have that teasing side, I’m sure he’d be a lot happier, because ‘HOLY SHIT EVANS OPENED UP TO ME HELL YEAAAAAAAAAAH’. He’d get a bit pouty if you’d tease him, tho. Of course, that’d make it even funnier.

MY HEART! A critical hit. You really know how to pull those off.

Here’s an accurate representation of me while reading them:

Urie perfectly rapping Guns and Ships is now my favourite thing, especially considering he’d do it with a perfectly straight face. Like ‘oh this? this is nothing’ while everyone stares at him like -_-

I’m pretty sure that Storm in Lover came from my ‘the names can be weird af’, but you chose the one which is sung by the girl that I’m sure would be his absolute favourite. whoops, my idol trash side is showing again.

Thank you so much for this ;-; It’ll serve as motivation for me to survive next week which is the last one this school year with exams (and they’re the hardest ones, whooo). THEN I’M DONE AND CAN WATCH TONS OF ANIME AND REDA MANGA AND WRITE AND SLEEP AND RELAX IN GENERAL BECAUSE NO MORE SCHOOL FUCKING FINALLY.

We all make mistakes when trying something for the first time, so it’s completely normal that you added too much water ^^ Now you know how much you should(n’t) add the next time you draw :p Ah, that’s great to hear! Now you have somewhere to draw where it won’t be as bad as if you painted on normal paper.

We used to paint a lot with watercolours and temperas in elementary school, and my drawing always ended up being disfigured blobs of colour. So I’m sure yours are perfect ^^

The useless things I usually end up remembering are usually animal facts (and, for some ??? reason, heights and blood types of characters. don’t question it). Here are my proudest goldfish moments: Search for glasses for 15-20 minutes only to realise they were on top of my head all the time. Thinking I lost my ID only for it to be buried deep inside my bad. Finding a fork in my bed (I’m not joking, I somehow managed to leave a fork there for some twisted reason). And my favourite: Being late and looking for my shoe for around 5 mins to realise I already put it on. Yeah, I’m not very smart.

Yes, Burr is very shippable. Musical Burr, at least. I ship him with Angelica, Eliza, Ham (to some degree) and Lee. Man, that’s a lot of Burr ships.

Ask him a question: it glances off, he obfuscates, he dances

Honestly, no so much ^^;; I mean, I’ve watched the Iron Man (and went through the obligatory Robert Downey Jr. fangirl phase, Avengers: Age of Ultron, Guardians of the Galaxy, Captain America (1st part) and Ant Man, but that’s it ^^;; However, I was planning on having a marathon during the summer, because I like superhero movies (that probably explains my obsession with BnHA which is a superhero manga.)

#evans #submission

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