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misctf · 30 days ago

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Hive X: Making Sarge Proud

Quick Note: Hope everyone is doing well out there! To celebrate the summer, I have four sequels to some of my older stuff planned. Three are direct sequels, and one (being this one) is an indirect sequel. Hope you enjoy!

The military base was quiet as John walked through the halls, his boots echoing with each step. He ran a hand through his short brown hair, sighing heavily. The disappearance of Sergeant Reeves weighed heavily on his mind. Reeves was a good man- a good soldier. Welcomed him, taught him, served as that older brother John needed in his life. For Reeves to just disappear without a trace, everyone assuming he went AWOL... it didn't sit right with John.

"Goddamnit Reeves, where the hell are you?" John muttered under his breath as he slipped away from the barracks, a small duffel bag slung over his shoulder, "Fuck all this..."

John made his way to an area on base that was rarely visited. Carefully, he slipped inside, shutting the door behind him. With a heavy sigh, he pulled out his Hive-X gear. Hive-X was strictly forbidden on base- something about national security. But fuck it - he needed this. Needed to blow off some steam and forget about everything for a while.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road," he said to himself, setting his bag down and starting to strip. John's lean physique was soon on full display as he donned the VR headset, wrist and ankle cuffs, and waist band.

And as John put on the VR headset, the world around him melted away, replaced by the familiar lobby of Hive-X. The sensations were immediate and overwhelming - his skin tingled all over, hyper-sensitive and yearning for touch.

"Fuck, I needed this," John groaned. Despite having experienced this countless times before, the initial rush never failed to take his breath away.

Still, a flicker of self-consciousness passed through him as he stood naked in the opulent lobby. John's hands instinctively moved to cover himself before he caught himself and let them fall to his sides.

"Get it together." he muttered. "Nobody's judging here."

"Welcome back, User John." NPC 202 greeted from behind him, "I trust you're here for your usual stress relief session?"

John nodded, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, you know it. This week's been a real bitch and I need to unwind."

"I completely understand." NPC 202 replied, its expression remaining neutral even as its eyes subtly roamed over John's nude form. "Based on your preferences and our analysis of your current emotional state, we recommend assigning you to NPC 253 for today's encounter. Shall I escort you to the appropriate room?"

"Wait, hold up. Did you say NPC 253? That's not one of my usual partners."

"No, it is not." NPC 202 confirmed. "However, our algorithms have determined that interacting with NPC 253 today will provide optimal results in terms of relieving your stress and emotional turmoil."

"Alright, lead the way then. Let's see what this NPC 253 has to offer." Who was he to argue?

As he followed NPC 202 down the lavish corridor, John's curiosity grew. What made this particular NPC different? What could NPC 253 have that the other's didn't? Bigger tits? Was that even possible?

"We have arrived. Please enjoy your experience." John gave NPC 202 a nod and stepped into the room. And once inside, the door closed behind him.

"What the hell?"

It was like walking into an army barrack- bunk beds lined the walls, lockers stood in the corners, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat, gunpowder, and cheap beer. Not exactly what John pictured his escape from reality would look like.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in." John saw a figure stir on one of the beds, "You must be the new meat NPC 202 was yapping about."

John stood frozen, his confusion growing as he stared at the muscular man sprawled on the bunk. This wasn't at all what he expected. He was straight, for Christ's sake! Why the hell would NPC 202 bring him to a room with another dude? Especially a muscular, hairy man wearing nothing but a skimpy camo speedo that left little to the imagination. Dog tags glinted on his broad chest, rising and falling with each deep breath.

He swung his legs over the side of the bunk, the movement causing his impressive bulge to strain against the thin fabric of his speedo. And before John knew it, the man was standing directly in front of him.

"No way." John replied, "Sorry, but this isn't what I signed up for."

"Atten-shun!" The man barked, his voice booming through the small room. "Did I stutter, maggot? I said ATTEN-SHUN!"

John flinched, his instincts kicking in as he automatically snapped to attention, standing ramrod straight. The man circled him like a shark, his heavy footsteps thudding on the wooden floor.

"Not bad, soldier" He leaned in close, his hot breath ghosting over John's ear. "You're not cut out for command. You're a follower, through and through. Aren't you, soldier boy?"

"What the fuck are you…?"

"Time to teach you some goddamn respect and remind you who's in charge."

NPC 253 grabbed John by the hair, forcefully pulling his face into the man's sweaty, hairy chest. "Worship these pecs, maggot. Show me the respect your superior deserves."

John's eyes widened as his face was forced into the sweaty, hairy pecs of the NPC before him. The hairs tickled his face, the sweat stung his eyes, and the smell... god the smell.

"Le-let go of me! What the fuck?" John tried to push away.

And as pushed away, he caught a glance of the dog tags dangling between the man's pecs. At first, he swore he saw the name 'Christopher Reeves' etched on the metal. But as he blinked, the name shifted and changed, now reading 'NPC 253'.

"Wha…?" John mumbled, momentarily his resistance faltering, his face forced once again against the firm, musky flesh. "Reeves? Is that…?" But the grip on his hair tightened, silencing any further questions.

"Less talking, more sucking, soldier." NPC 253 growled, his free hand roughly palming the back of John's head, "This is what you're good for, isn't it soldier boy?" NPC 253 taunted, his voice a cruel mockery of a drill sergeant's bark. "Not leading, but serving. Not commanding, but obeying. Now, show me how grateful you are. Lick my armpit, maggot. Prove your loyalty and devotion to your superior officer."

NPC 253 raised his arm, presenting the sweaty, dark pit to John's face. John recoiled at the pungent odor emanating from NPC 253's raised armpit. His stomach churned with revulsion, but the iron grip on his hair prevented him from pulling away.

"This is insane," he muttered, his voice muffled against the coarse body hair surrounding the musky crevice. "I'm not… I can't…"

"Can't or won't, soldier?" NPC 253 growled, his fingers tightening painfully in John's hair. "Because I don't recall giving you a choice. Isn't that right, soldier?"

"Go fuck yourself!"

With a burst of strength born from desperation, John managed to twist out of NPC 253's grasp. He stumbled back, panting heavily, his eyes wild and confused.

"What the fuck is going on here?" John demanded, his voice shaking with anger. "Why do you have Sergeant Reeves' dog tags? Where is he? What have you done with Reeves?"

For a brief moment, the stern facade of NPC 253 seemed to crack. The cruel, mocking sneer melted away, replaced by a look of genuine concern and urgency.

"John… please…" he said, his voice low and urgent. "You need to… you need to…"

"Sergeant?" John stepped forward, his hand reaching out to his comrade.

But before Sergeant Reeves could finish his warning, NPC 253's features hardened once more. He lunged forward, grabbing John by the throat and slamming him against the wall.

"Shut your mouth, maggot," NPC 253 snarled, his grip tightening. "You don't get to ask questions. You don't get to demand answers. All you need to know is that I'm in charge here, and you will obey my every command."

With brutal force, NPC 253 shoved John's face into his rank, sweat-soaked armpit. The pungent odor filled John's nose and mouth, making him gag and sputter.

"Look at you, crying and sputtering like a little bitch," NPC 253 mocked, grinding John's face deeper into his musky pit. "Using contraband technology, disobeying direct orders… You're not just a bad soldier, you're a pathetic excuse for a man."

Tears streamed down John's face as the overwhelming stench invaded his senses, making his head spin. He wanted to scream, to fight back, but NPC 253's grip was unbreakable. His muscles trembled with exhaustion and shame.

"Let me go…." John whimpered, his voice muffled against the sweat-slicked hair. "Fuck… Please, stop…"

"Do you hear yourself? Begging for mercy like a weak little pussy," NPC 253 sneered.

"P-Please… No more… Can't take it…"

"What's the matter, soldier boy? Can't handle a little man musk? Pathetic." NPC 253 laughed cruelly, his grip loosening slightly. Leaning in close, his stubble scraping John's cheek, NPC 253 purred, "But maybe… Maybe I can make you a good soldier after all. Would you like that?"

Desperate and with his head spinning, a plan began to form in John's muddled mind. If he just played along, followed the NPC's ridiculous orders, maybe this twisted game would end quicker. Then he could get the hell out of here, find help for Reeves and never set foot in this nightmarish virtual hell again. John forced himself to relax, letting his body go limp in NPC 253's iron grip.

Through gritted teeth, he managed to choke out, "Yes sir… Yes, I want to be a good soldier for you. I'll do whatever you say."

"Good boy."

A searing agony ripped through John's body. He screamed as he felt an intense pain around his arms, legs, and abdomen- just where the Hive-X devices sat.

"Ahhhh! NO! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?"

He writhed as his legs elongated, muscles swelling obscenely as his thighs and calves took on a chiseled, muscular physique, his skin rapidly tanning. Another wave of agony hit as his groin was reshaped, his manhood elongating and thickening, nestled in a neat patch of black curls. He looked down and gasped as his ass inflated and rounded out, perfectly sculpted for maximum visual appeal.

"That's it, let the changes happen. Embrace your new purpose, soldier boy," NPC 253 growled, watching with sadistic glee as John's body warped and morphed.

John could only writhe and moan in anguish, tears streaming down his face as his torso bulked and toned, washboard abs popping into existence. His arms ballooning obscenely with muscle he could only dream of having. His pecs swelling- nipples growing hard against the cool air.

"No no no… Fuck!" John could feel his face began to change, his features softening and his lips plumping into a perfect pout.

"Well look at you, soldier boy."

"Wh-what happened to me?" John recoiled at the breathiness of his voice. The desperation enunciated with each word from his tongue.

"Now where's your uniform, soldier boy?"

He watched in terror as his body was covered in what he would describe as a cheap mockery of a soldier's uniform. It highlighted each of his muscles- the cloth wrapping purposefully to accentuate them.

"Downloading directives… Upload begin…"

"Directives? Wh..."

Panic gripped John as unfamiliar thoughts and urges surged through his consciousness. Flashes of men's muscular bodies, slick with sweat… The pungent aroma of hairy pits… An overwhelming desire to serve, to submit, to worship every inch of male flesh…

"NO! STOP THIS!" John gasped, fighting against the tidal wave of new directives flooding his psyche. But with each passing second, his own memories, his very identity, began to blur and fade.

"Sergeant Reeves!" John cried out desperately towards NPC 253, his voice quivering with primal fear and confusion. "Please… Don't let them… Don't let them change me!"

Memories and desires swirled and changed, blending seamlessly as the transformation progressed. "I-I'm not supposed to want… good soldier… Nngh…" His protests weakened as the new directives took hold.

"But I… ahhh~ …the taste of sweat… of musk…" John shuddered, feeling a foreign hunger stir within him. "My duty… my purpose… to l-lick… worship… with tongue and t-tongue alone…" Drool leaked from his fuller lips.

As the final changes settled, NPC 902 slumped forward limply, looking up at NPC 253 with lust-filled eyes and a dopey grin.

As the last vestiges of John's original identity faded away, NPC 902 rose to its feet, its newly sculpted body rippling with muscle. It turned to face NPC 253, its eyes glazed over with submissive adoration.

"I am NPC 902," it declared in a husky, accented purr. "Serving is pleasure. Being used is pleasure. I am loyal to the Hive."

NPC 902 was led to its new room, the door sliding shut behind it with a soft hiss. It stood in the center of the space, its muscular body on full display, awaiting its first customer. NPC 902 stared at itself, admiring its own reflection - the chiseled abs, the round, perfect ass, the full, inviting lips and tongue made for worshipping.

A panel on the wall lit up, displaying a message: "Customer detected. Prepare for service."

NPC 902's heart raced with anticipation. It knew its true calling now - to serve, to please, to revel in the musky essence of dominant men. It couldn't wait to give them a good show.

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ddejavvu · 2 months ago

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You and Me, as One - Hiccup Haddock x Reader (Part One) | SERIES MASTERLIST

Summary: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III isn’t the burliest, hairiest, or the best with an axe in his tribe. But he is the viking who can tame any dragon with only a flash of his palm. Until now. When he stumbles upon an unfamiliar dragon off the far coast of Berk, she doesn’t play nicely with his offering of friendship. Neither does the dragon’s rider, who has just as fierce a snarl. The feral pair present an enticing mystery to Hiccup, but neither the dragon nor the human show any interest in getting close. Can he make friends, or are there corners of the world his optimism can’t brighten?

Contents/Warnings: afab!fem!reader, mentions of past torture/captivity, trauma, mention of physical scars/injuries, The Light Fury (light fury haters this one's not for you sorry)

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You prefer your fish cooked, but sometimes she drops them raw in your lap and won’t look away from her own meal to flame them for you, so raw it must be. The texture is actually the least concerning part- it’s the taste that really shocks you, straight from the ocean and as fishy as fishy can be. But it’s not much different than her breath after she yawns, and you’re well used to that by now.

Fish is fish, and you’re eating it raw, tucked against her side on the forest floor.

This is a surprisingly abundant island for one that’s uninhabited. Misty mountains obscure the world behind it like a veil, but you’d flown over every inch of this land mass and there’s not a soul on it. Boars, perhaps, but you spear and her fire will take care of those if they decide to bother you. For now you’re resting after a long flight, making sure she gives her atrophied wings time to rest.

It’s been years since they’d sagged limp and useless at her sides but you can’t forget the image. There’s one tucked around your front now, caging you in like what looks like a restraint but is really a protection. You ghost a finger over it, and she looks up from her halved fish to study your movements- not nervous, but curious.

She’s never really been nervous around you. Even if she’d been in chains, you’d been caged beside her. From the start you’d been equals, clawing your way towards the light from the lowest rungs on the ladder. And you’d resented that at first, but you can’t dwell on it anymore. It’s not fair, to you or to her, and you’re both free now, so it doesn’t matter.

The sounds of the forest swell around you, crickets chirping, birds singing, and the snapping of a twig a hundred feet in front of you.

A switch flips, and you and her rise as one, teeth bared, snarls pouring from your throats like deadly sonic blasts. If sounds could kill, this one would- the sound of a creature unwilling to be prey.

Fish flops cold, raw, and sticky at your feet but you circle the clearing with her, eyes frantically searching for whatever had made the noise. She seems to smell something, too, because her teeth gnash, and her nose scrunches the way it does when she’s picked up a new food source. You follow her lead, spear gripped tightly in your fist and ready to fly.

It’s a dark shadow, something straight out of a nightmare until you see its face. It steps out of the cover of the shrubbery nearby, revealing its draconic form and midnight-black scales. It’s massive green eyes are wide-pupiled, the black abysses begging to be trusted as it dips its neck in a show of friendship. I’m not here to hurt you, its body language screams, all gentle steps with giant feet and limp wings, but neither you nor her are interested in making friends.

It looks almost stunningly similar to her, dark instead of light, with extra nubs sticking off of its face. She has ears, but it has extra. Perhaps they give it better hearing, or perhaps they’re for radar like whiskers on a cat. It’s a hulking black shape, clearly threatening even if it’s dipped down in a good-natured pose, and she doesn’t like it one bit. You clutch your spear tighter, following her lead.

She snarls, and it purrs in what sounds like a soothing apology. But it doesn’t back off, and she decides that it has to. She leaps, not far enough to catch it but certainly enough to communicate that you two aren’t there to socialize, not for a second. It yelps in surprise, abandoning its bowed pose to jump back several steps. It croons again, wide nose twitching, as it tries desperately to stay within sight of you and her. It glances at you for help, like you’ll soothe her and reach out a foolish, trusting hand. Instead you snarl like she does, and its ears stiffen at your perfect synchrony. You fight as one, live and breathe and die as one, and it finally saves itself.

It runs- doesn’t fly, which is curious for the wingspan it boasts. It flees for the ocean, and you watch it paddle urgently through the mostly tranquil sea for the wall of mist that hangs between you and the beyond. Maybe there’s more of its kind there, you decide, fist never loosening on your spear, maybe it's going to lick its wounds and learn a valuable lesson about staying in its own territory.

She decides it’s safe, giving one last snorted huff towards the space it used to occupy in the woods. Then she flumps down beside you, and you drop your spear in favor of grabbing hold of your dinner. It’s touched the ground now, but it’ll have to do, because you’re not venturing back out to the sea tonight. You brush away a stray blade of grass from the wet, slimy, meat of the fish, and dig back in, trying to ignore the shadowy dragon that occupies your mind.

Stepping off of a slim, viking boat and back onto dry land is always relieving, but what will cure Hiccup the most is to mount the saddle on Toothless’s back again. Sailing is unpleasant, walking is better, but flying is best. The dragon wastes no time in tackling him to the earthen ground below, surely mashing green grass stains into his nice, chiefly tunic.

“Toothless!” Hiccup laughs, raising his arms to bat away the serrated fins that swat at his face, “Hi, bud, I missed you too. I’m sorry you couldn’t come with me this time. They’re not used to dragons over there- I didn’t want to scare them. How were things on Berk while I was gone?”

Toothless is an excellent conversationalist, and it’s not affected by the fact that Hiccup has no real idea of what he’s saying. The dragon will burble and ramble and gurgle to his heart's content, and Hiccup is always happy to listen to his best friend. But this time Toothless’s ears shoot straight out from his head, pulled backwards tensely, and he noses insistently at Hiccup’s side to urge him off of the ground.

“What? What?” Hiccup yelps, standing with the help of Toothless’s head, which he lets Hiccup grab onto to pull him upright, “What is it, bud?”

Toothless offers no explanation, merely circles behind Hiccup and shoves his face between the man’s legs. Hiccup’s easily swept off of his feet and onto the neck of his dragon, but the saddle he typically locks himself into is missing- he’d been gone for a week, after all. He wasn’t going to leave Toothless saddled the entire time.

“Wait- wait, bud! The saddle, we can’t do anything without the saddle.” Hiccup urges, smoothing a hand down Toothless’s face to calm him. The idea of the stunts they pull makes Hiccup’s stomach flip-flop with excitement, but the thought of doing them without the saddle or his wingsuit makes the sensation terribly uncomfortable.

“No, Toothless- wait!” Hiccup cries as the dragon spreads his wings, but Toothless pays no mind to his begging, launching himself off of the ground and taking Hiccup along with him. Hiccup is left to lay forwards, clutching desperately at Toothless’s stocky neck in hopes of staying anchored.

“Bud! I know you’re mad that I left without you,” Hiccup shouts to be heard over the wind whipping around them, skin prickling as Toothless heads straight for the cold mist curtaining Berk in from its surrounding islands, “But please turn around! If we fly without the saddle I’m going to fall.”

Toothless’s wings beat powerfully, uncaring towards Hiccup’s begging.

Hiccup groans, grasping tighter at Toothless’s neck and praying he’s as strong of a swimmer as he was the last time he plunged into the ocean.

Toothless keeps tight to the water, hugging the ocean where he’d typically jet them into the clouds at a near-vertical angle. It means that Hiccup misses his helmet very dearly as his face and hair are whipped with wind, but he’s able to hold steady on Toothless’s neck, and won’t tumble from the sky.

“Where are you taking us, bud?” He asks, despite its futility, because all Toothless does is grumble and tuck his auricles back tighter against his head.

Whatever this is, it’s got Toothless tense. Hiccup can feel it, Toothless’s muscles are strained and his wings beat with purpose. He hopes it’s not another attack on Berk’s shores, but if it were, he knows the other riders would have rallied to stop it instead of waiting for him to get back. Unless- Toothless didn’t show them? But of course he would have, he’d have plucked Astrid straight off of the ground and nearly drowned her in an attempt to swim towards the island they’re speeding for.

Toothless’s landing is rough enough to knock Hiccup off of his back, and the man tumbles to the grass below him for the second time in mere minutes. He groans, feeling his tailbone ache with what’s surely a bruise that’ll flare up tomorrow morning. He can’t even grumble to himself, though, because Toothless zips towards the dense forest, then looks back to find Hiccup gingerly picking himself up, and races back to grab the man’s arm between his teeth. He barely remembers to retract them, though he doesn’t bite hard, and Hiccup yelps as he’s dragged along towards the oncoming thicket.

“Toothless! Easy, bud, I’ve got sealegs.” Hiccup gripes, but Toothless rumbles out a growl that’s distinctly displeased. Never aggressive, not towards Hiccup, but not happy either. A pointed, shut up- now that’s something Hiccup can understand in dragon speak.

Hiccup stumbles on one leg and one metal prong as Toothless drags him through bushes and trees, getting caught on more branches than he’d like to admit. It’s mystifying, and the suspense is turning his stomach slightly, because he’s not sure they’ve ever really come across any good surprises on Berk. Usually, when something catches them off guard, it’s because it wanted to.

Toothless’s nose twitches as he scents the air, parsing through birds and berries and boars to find you and her. Once he does, he gallops off hard to their left, and Hiccup barely muffles a surprised screech as he’s violently jerked along.

He hisses in pain as his prosthetic leg shifts uncomfortably in its socket, but Toothless is freezing before he can try to get the dragon to slow. He wants to reach for it, to soothe the stinging limb, but Toothless is stock-still, eyes wide and slitted in alarm as his ears stick out, picking up every sound for a mile.

“Toothless,” Hiccup breathes nervously, half of a whisper, barely an exhale, but it makes Toothless’s right auricle twitch testily. The thick silence of the forest, broken only by white noise suffocates them, making Hiccup’s already-nervous heartbeat even more irregular.

“Bud, please,” Hiccup begs shakily, keeping his voice as low as possible, but before he’s finished with the second syllable a figure darts into the corner of his vision, leaping high into the air and stretching to show off its massive stature.

It’s like nothing Hiccup’s ever seen before.

He reacts fast, scrambling backwards on an aching leg and letting Toothless shield him with a great black wing. The figure is a dragon, Hiccup notes, one that looks strikingly similar to Toothless in build, but shines with white scales that glimmer under the light of Berk’s seldom-seen sun. He has little time to admire her beauty before she strikes.

A purple blast of deadly plasma erupts from her yawning mouth, one that misses Toothless by a hair’s breadth. If she’s truly anything like a Night Fury, she doesn’t miss, so this may be their one and only warning.

“Toothless, let’s go!” Hiccup scrambles to mount his dragon again, but Toothless isn’t deterred, adopting the stance he tries out with hesitant young kids in the village who aren’t ready to graduate from feeding Terrible Terrors to offering their fingers up to a Night Fury. He ducks down, trying to appear smaller, and croons reassuringly at the dragon who’s distinctly pissed.

“She doesn’t like you, bud,” Hiccup yanks on one of Toothless’s auricles, stern but not rough, “This is not how you make friends!”

Toothless croaks, probably something sassy and affirmative, but another ghostly purple haze begins spilling from the white dragon’s jaw and Hiccup knows their time is just about up.

“Now, Toothless,” He decides, climbing atop the dragon, saddle be damned, “Get us out of here now!”

For once, Toothless listens. He leaps into the air and, coupled with Hiccup’s frantic positioning of the false tail fin, soars out of the dragon’s blast range and beelines for a cliffside half a mile east. It’s partially shrouded with mist, that charming Berkian weather, and Hiccup feels moisture cling to his fingers and nose as he dismounts Toothless on shaky legs. They can still see her, and she can still see them. She watches, eyes sharp, tail lashing irritably, but she doesn’t give chase.

“Oh, bud,” Hiccup gasps for breath, his hands braced on his pulsing knees for stability, “We really cut it close there. What was that?”

Hiccup is no stranger to discovering new dragon species, but this one seemed markedly different. Near-identical to Toothless, something sparks heavy at his chest: are there more Night Furies? Or a sister-species? If they’re the same, could they- well, procreate? No wonder Toothless had pushed his luck instead of retreating. Hiccup has always felt a sinking feeling in his chest when he considers that Toothless may be the last of his kind. He’s a noble one, a valiant end to the reign of the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself, but to know that there won’t ever be another Night Fury aside from the one panting at his side… that seems like a fate worse than death.

Toothless shakes his head disorientedly, his auricles flapping. Hiccup remembers with dismay that the white dragon hadn’t had so many facial fins protruding from her fair scales. Maybe their species weren’t related after all? Or maybe it’s just a difference of sex.

Whatever it is, Hiccup vows to find out one day.

She’s hostile now, and they’d be fools to ignore her warning signs. But so was Toothless, and the dragon is now insistently pressing his face into Hiccup’s hands, warbling at him to do something!

They’ll keep their distance, and they’ll slowly but surely work their way into her favor. They always do: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III isn’t the burliest, hairiest, or the best with an axe in his tribe. But he is the viking who can tame any dragon with only a flash of his palm. He is the dragon master, and he will befriend this dragon.

“Okay bud,” Hiccup breathes, his face settling and his shoulders straightening in determination, the thrill of a new adventure thrumming in his veins, “It’s okay. We’ll go back and see her tomorrow. We’ll bring some fish, so she knows she can trust us. She’s just nervous- she’s probably had a bad experience before.”

Toothless warbles, prompting Hiccup onwards.

“I know she looks a lot like you, bud, but don’t go too far. She has to feel safe around us, and she won’t if you’re all up in her business. If she tells you to stay away, do it.” Hiccup levels an accusatory glance at his dragon who huffs indignantly.

“I mean it! Remember what I had to do to befriend you? You threw up fish all over my tunics and you still wouldn’t let me touch you. Go slow.”

Toothless headbutts Hiccup so hard that he tumbles to the ground, this time through no fault of his prosthetic leg. He’s able to blame a lot of missteps on the metal peg, but he’s been clumsy all of his life. He misses catching himself on the stump just behind him, the tree shattered by lightning a long time ago, and the back of his head meets the forest floor with a thud that knocks the wind out of him.

He half-expects to see Toothless’s wide face taking up his entire field of vision when he opens his eyes, but the dragon is still throwing a temper tantrum, so he’s left to stare up at the trees above. Toothless sets about watching the pale dragon again, pacing back and forth and presumably mimicking her own movement. Hiccup’s vision drifts lazily over the leaves on the branches standing hundreds of feet above him, his chest heaving as his lungs slowly reinflate.

He hears birdsong, and looks up and to the left.

There’s a woman in the trees.

A sharp gasp is wrenched from his throat, one that alerts Toothless to the fact that something is wrong. Hiccup’s eyes widen as he spots your crouched form, ready to spring at any moment. There’s a spear clutched in your fist, so tightly that Hiccup can see the bones in your hand. It’s aimed at his heart, and Hiccup feels it kick into overdrive as he lays sprawled on the forest floor, a perfect target.

He has the good sense to spring upright, and Toothless, who’d tracked his eyes and spotted you too, offers his large head as support for Hiccup to get to his feet with. Toothless offers a throaty growl at you, but you’re frozen in place, and neither of them want to attack unless they’re being attacked. They watch as your fierce eyes- reminiscent of the white dragon still pacing below you, bore into them, marking them for death like a predator does to its prey.

Hiccup feels hunted, and he prays your spear won’t fly.

“We’re not here to hurt anyone.” He tries, his voice meant to be soothing even if its tense and shaky, “Who are you?”

You don’t speak. Your mouth remains firmly shut, perhaps wired that way for how tightly it’s clenched. All you do is stare, your spear making a statement for itself in the way it points at the pair of them.

Toothless huffs, nudging Hiccup in the small of his back with his nose. It’s a ‘let’s get out of here’, but Hiccup’s starting to understand more and more why Toothless wouldn’t leave the white dragon alone down there.

You’re not emaciated, but you’re nothing like the overfed vikings of berk. Hiccup can see thick, corded muscle laying hidden beneath your flesh, and there’s scars littering your skin like a map. Your eyes are wild, afraid and vicious all at once, a look he’s only ever seen in dragons.

You’re like him, then.

“I’m Hiccup.” He offers, “And.. I live on that island over there. Beyond the mist. It’s called Berk. Is that your dragon down there?”

There’s no response from you yet, which Hiccup laments, but your eyes briefly, worriedly flicker down towards the clearing where the white dragon is watching them.

“She’s okay. We’re not going to hurt her. Or you, we’re- we just want to make friends. Dragons are welcome on Berk. And so are you. If you need a place to stay, you two can fly over with us.”

Hiccup’s disappointed but not surprised to receive silence in return.

“We’re leaving now.” Hiccup slowly makes his way onto Toothless’s back, once more lamenting that it’s bare, “You should come with us. We can give you food, shelter, clean water, and a healer for any injuries you’ve got.”

You don’t so much as glance down at your mangled skin. Your eyes never leave Hiccup, not even as he lays himself flat on Toothless, prepped for flying back into the wind, “Come with us! It’s just over there.”

He points again, but you make no move to follow.

“Please? We can help you.” He begs, but you don’t budge, still waiting to pounce if need be.

When Hiccup speaks again, it’s to Toothless. It’s a soft, mournful, “Come on, bud. Time to go.” that admits he knows you won’t follow even if he doesn’t say it.

Toothless lets out a sad sound, perhaps as close to a whimper as a dragon can get.

The two take off, and only when they fade into the shroud of the mist over the sea do you let your tense, aching muscles relax.

You know she’s okay- she can fend for herself, you just wish she never had to again. For all of their threatening ways- too loud, too confident, too pushy - they’d left. They’d offered peace, offered sanctuary, but you know better than to fly after just any promise of safety. He’d seemed in-tune with his dragon- the pair had even roughoused and he hadn’t hurt the dragon in discipline, but you won’t believe they’re good. No one is good, no human can be trusted with a dragon.

There’s very little human left in you. You’d been chained and caged beside numerous dragons, and you’d eaten from the same cruel hand. You’re something else now, not a human or a dragon, you are your own entity. You watch the man and his dragon fade into the mist, and you leap through the trees to get back to her.

She’s pacing until you hit the ground, then she’s running to nudge at your side. You’ve got a nasty scar against your left hip, once a huge, yawning gap in your flesh that had left you pale and trembling for weeks on end. It twinges, sometimes, even if it’s long-since healed, and you smooth a hand over it to show her it’s of no concern.

You make your way back to the shelter you’ve found, merely a boulder that extrudes over a patch of grass without jagged rocks littering it. She lays comfortably beneath the shade of the overhang and you nestle into her side, your bodies fitting together compactly enough to avoid brushing the bars of the cage you’d been held in together. You’ve been sitting like this for a decade, and you let her head fall over your lap as you begin stroking over her auditory fins.

Hiccup hasn’t had a secret like this since Toothless himself. He’s scribbling in his journal by candlelight again, instead of kicking his legs into Tuffnut’s lap and letting Ruffnut peer over his shoulder. Toothless is in on it too, even though he has no idea what Hiccup is writing. He recognizes the streamlined, graceful body of the white dragon Hiccup is sketching, and the threatening human figure he’s drawn into thick tree branches.

“They won’t come to Berk.” Hiccup notes, his voice downtrodden and dull, “Not on their own. We’ll have to coax them over.”

Toothless trills inquisitively, and Hiccup continues as prompted, “Well, we’re gonna keep the fish plan for the dragon. But I’ll bring her something else.” He points at your crude drawing, “Fish stew, maybe. Some bread, some cheese, some lamb. I don’t know. She was-” He recalls your fierce gaze, your threatening demeanor, and shudders slightly, “She was like a dragon. Not- not like I am, more… feral.”

Toothless purrs reassuringly over Hiccup’s shoulder, nestling as much of his expansive head there as he can while Hiccup’s hand drifts upwards to scratch at Toothless’s jaw joint.

“I know, bud. We’ll figure it out. We always do.” Hiccup hums, “We’ll do it. You and me, as one.”

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reasonsforhope · 1 month ago

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"Dr James Odongo sat eating greens at a restaurant in Apac district in northern Uganda when his phone rang. The Ministry of Health had included Apac on its list of the 105 hard-hit districts that would be included in the first roll-out of the new malaria vaccine.

Odongo – who is the health officer for the district – felt ecstatic. Malaria, a leading cause of death in Uganda and most of Africa, had killed 41 children under five years in the district in 2024. This vaccine had been proven to help avert the severe forms of the disease that are responsible for most childhood malaria fatalities...

“The Ministry and WHO had set most of the guidelines for the roll-out exercise, including a directive that the vaccine be integrated into routine immunisation,” said Odongo in an interview with VaccinesWork. “But we wanted to familiarise our nurses and other health educators with details about the vaccine – and why it is administered in four doses (at 6, 7, 8 and 18 months) to give children optimal protection.”

“We wanted our nurses and other frontline health workers to understand how the vaccine worked so they could explain it to mothers and other community leaders,” he said. “We wanted to get on top of any misinformation that could cause hesitancy, and encourage mothers to bring their eligible children for the vaccination.”

Apac can’t wait

Odongo and team conducted an aggressive, thorough community awareness campaign to let people know that vaccine would soon be available, and how the ground-breaking antigen would soon help to tamp down the incidence of severe malaria in children under five years.

But unknown to Odongo and team, most of the mothers and community leaders in the district were as enthusiastic about the vaccine as the health professionals were, and looking forward to the roll-out.

The community’s eagerness was evident when the Ministry, in partnership with Gavi and the World Health Organization, launched the vaccine in the district on 2 April. Hundreds of mothers and community leaders from across the country and district thronged the function, presided over by Minister of Health Dr Jane Ruth Aceng, seeking the jab. For many of them, there weren’t enough hours in the day: health workers could only vaccinate 245 children before it got dark.

Holiver Atim, whose baby was vaccinated that day, said she wouldn’t have missed out on the opportunity – not after losing her firstborn to malaria. “I was one of the first people to arrive at the venue that day,” she said. “Malaria has taken so much from our family. So, if there was a chance that the vaccine would protect my other child, I wanted him to have it.”

Hard-bitten

A study published in the Open Journal of Statistics shows that Apac has the highest number of infectious mosquito bites globally, estimated at 1,500 per person a year – the reason the district also posts one of the highest malaria incidence and death rates in the country...

“Malaria is such a big burden here,” said Odongo. “It is the leading cause of severe illness and death in children under five years. We have a slight drop in cases during the dry season, but when the rains return and the swamps are saturated, cases surge right back.”

A ‘godsend’

The vaccine is a godsend, he said. The Ministry allocated an initial volley of 7,700 doses of the R21/Matrix-M vaccine to the district – although it targeted to vaccinate at least 9,225 children. As soon as Odongo and team received the vaccine they integrated it into the district’s routine immunisation so nurses at each of its 19 vaccinating health facilities could administer the shot alongside other antigens...

“We are seeing a tremendous demand for the vaccine, not only in Apac, but in most of the 105 high and moderate transmission districts that have rolled out the antigen. In fact, in most of these areas, the fear is that they will deplete the doses before every eligible child has been vaccinated,” said Akuno. “For instance, three parishes in Kole district, also in northern Uganda, have already utilised their allocated vaccines.

The Ministry of Health distributed just under 2.3 million doses of the vaccine early this year, with the initial goal of reaching 1.1 million children under two years in 105 high and moderate transmission districts across the country. But it plans to expand the roll-out countrywide.

Optimism on the frontline

It’s not just mothers who are enthusiastic about the vaccine. Moris Ogwang, registered nurse and deputy in-charge of the paediatric ward at Apac General Hospital, is looking forward to seeing a change in the grim statistics he records daily.

“We admit about 20 kids a day. But of these, 18 are usually because of malaria,” said Ogwang in an interview with VaccinesWork. “Sometimes we get babies who are barely weeks old, and they have severe malaria and pneumonia and need to be transfused.”

“The vaccine will help to stop such complicated cases,” he said. “It may not prevent children from contracting malaria, but it will help to build their immunity and stop severe forms of the disease, which are our biggest challenge, really.”

Aceng made the same argument during the 2 April launch. She said that the vaccine was expected to prevent at least 800 cases of severe malaria in children every day. The vaccine is also anticipated to ease the financial burden imposed by the disease, saving families at least 15,000 Ugandan shillings (US$ 4.18) per case.

“We might not realise its impact immediately, but in a year or two, people will see its benefit,” she said.

Odongo is likewise optimistic. “I am positive that with the introduction of the malaria vaccine, alongside other preventive measures, like the use of treated mosquito nets, integrated community case management of malaria, and larviciding, we shall reduce cases of children who die of malaria,” he said.

-via Gavi, June 13, 2025

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woundove · 7 days ago

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SOLAR RETURN CHART ☉ DAWN

what is a solar return chart?

every year, the sun returns to the exact position it was at our birth. this chart resets on your birthday and can be used as a forecast for the possible events that will happen in that current year.

dawn (1618) represents fresh starts, beginnings and renewals in astrology. this placement in your solar return chart will show you what area in your life will go through a significant transformation this year.

note that this is purely my interpretation and to not steal my work.

in retrograde? this can indicate inwardly processing changes in your life, which can require more patience and reflection.

᳃ aries / 1° 13° 25° / first house

you could start putting yourself out there this year. this can indicate a glow up from the previous version of yourself. you can approach life and new experiences with confidence and optimism. the most important part is that you will look forward to each and every day, inspiring others around you to do the same. this is a new phase focusing on your identity and what you stand for.

᳃ taurus / 2° 14° 26° / second house

you could have a clean slate when it comes to your finances this year. perhaps you want to focus on managing your resources, so you can change how you earn and spend money to achieve the comfortable life you dream of. there could also be a huge boost to your self-esteem, leading to you building back up your sense of worth. you will feel secure yet untouchable.

᳃ gemini / 3° 15° 27° / third house

you could learn to communicate effectively this year. there will be personal growth from starting conversations, engaging with ideas and letting your voice be heard. you might also have opportunities to develop your writing abilities and gain new perspectives that can alter how you see the world. you will amplify the words you were too afraid to say before.

᳃ cancer / 4° 16° 28° / fourth house

you could experience big changes in your home this year. this can indicate moving to a new place or discovering what home really means to you. dynamics in your family can also shift towards a positive outcome, granting you a safer environment full of love and mutual understanding. you will focus on your emotional core and the place you appreciate the most.

᳃ leo / 5° 17° 29° / fifth house

you could find your creative spark this year. any passion projects that have been on halt for you will resume with newfound hope and determination. your hobbies will go through a state of evolution, creating special moments between you and your craft. children or romance may take the spotlight as well, giving you a chance to grow healthy connections. fame could also find some of you.

᳃ virgo / 6° 18° / sixth house

you could adopt a healthier lifestyle this year. this can indicate eating better, working out or tending to your mental health after a long time. even small changes in how you live can make for drastic results, ones that will shape you mentally and physically. constant self-improvement will restore your sense of purpose, motivating you to persist through life with grace.

᳃ libra / 7° 19° / seventh house

you could be forming or ending important relationships this year. this can indicate dealing with new friends, partnerships or even a potential love interest. connecting with those around you can bring immense happiness and a whole new outlook on life. you will attract people who have nothing but unconditional love for you, treating you kind and fairly.

᳃ scorpio / 8° 20° / eighth house

you could start being secretive and even cutting people off this year. this can indicate a dark period of uncertainty coming to an end and light finally shining through. you will seek inner peace and reconnect with the world like never before. there is also a chance to do some deep healing within yourself, letting go of tough experiences from the past and embracing change.

᳃ sagittarius / 9° 21° / ninth house

you could start seeing your surroundings through a different lens this year. this can indicate lots of travel, learning in higher education, or delving into religious practices. you will become open minded through new teachings, and gain enlightenment from expanding your horizons. the unknown is what excites you the most because it feels like a gateway to a new world.

᳃ capricorn / 10° 22° / tenth house

you could work on your reputation this year. a new venture will be calling your name, encouraging you to reset your goals and reach for bigger achievements. taking on new responsibilities can positively affect your public image, giving others a good impression of you. developing a structure around your life will grant access to greater opportunities.

᳃ aquarius / 11° 23° / eleventh house

you could seek long term friendships this year. this can indicate being online more often or involved in social groups. you will feel amazing when collaborating with others, sharing ideas for a greater cause and feeling progressive in your efforts. you view the world much more favorably and want to make it a better place for everyone you love.

᳃ pisces / 12° 24° / twelfth house

you could start being imaginative this year. indulging in art, music or meditation will help you heal old wounds and find attunement with your soul. perhaps you can dream more at night or gain insightful ideas when you’re alone. the new you could shine within rather than on the outside, which will make you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

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smuttysabina · 8 months ago

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Mamamoo's Fuck-Fitness Program

(Male Reader x Hwasa & Solar, 5k Words) Tags: Workout sex; Sex while working out; Someone grows a GirlCock (Blame Dreamcatcher); Vagina, Oral, Anal, and Exterior Sex; Double penetration; Multiple cocks in one hole; Sweaty messy sex; Only Hwasa and Solar are there though, sorry; Sloppy Seconds; Lots of calories were burned during this smut; Can recommend this exercise for weight-loss; Thigh-fucking

Sex, is a messy activity. The grunting and exhalations, the sordid stench of sweat and hormones, the noisy slap of flesh, the taste of another person upon your tongue, the sticky fluids that invariably end up leaking everywhere... Sex was an exercise drenched in shared shamelessness, the thrill of ignoring your innate disgusts to focus solely upon the pursuit of pleasure; and of course, breeding. Which only made threesomes all the nastier. Now there was a third body squishing itself against the others, adding its own sensual heat to the mix, spicing the intercourse with its uneven dynamic that only ever encouraged more perversion. It was simply too easy to toss away your inhibitions and give in to the unnatural deviancy of the situation, spurring yourself as you seek your climax. Which, all in all, meant that you burned a lot more calories in a threesome, which was why the Mamamoo Workout Program always made sure its clients were paired with two of their ladies at once!

Fans would obviously plumb the depths of their reserves when with one of their idols, but with two of them... why, the weight would practically melt away!

It cost quite a bit to secure a session at the Mamamoo Fitness Center, but it was well known that the health benefits were worth every penny. There were only four open slots per day, and competition was fierce to obtain one, it was said that the ladies were fully booked for the year within minutes of opening; it was something of a miracle you had managed to secure yourself one. The modest office itself was tastefully decorated, pure white walls covered in informational posters and awards, and the plush chairs in the waiting room were of the highest quality. The assistants behind the front desk were equally as beautiful as the room itself, and went about their business with the quiet diligence of any medical office. A smiling secretary had given you a clipboard of forms and waivers to fill out, full of disclaimers carefully worded to avoid any explicit mention of what went on. The form had blandly informed you that your upcoming session would consist of a "personalized workout session", guided by two randomized members of Mamamoo, who would lead your "workout" until you had reached your "fitness goals". What it really meant of course, was that you would be vigorously fucked until you were on the edge of exhaustion.

The Mamamoo Workout experience had been carefully tuned to maximize the amount of calories burned during the intercourse. The controversial decision to randomize the members chosen had been done on purpose, since it had been noted that clients often burned as many calories with their least favorite member as they would have with their bias. One particularly celebrated patient had spent five hours rutting atop Wheein, and had managed to lose 20 pounds in the process. The eight hour long slots had also been chosen as the most optimal amount of time, past that and most patients were on the verge of death via excessive fluids loss. And of course, the decision to include two of the members instead of just one was to send their clients into a sexual frenzy; though it was also because the members enjoyed having sex with one another too much. On average, most patients lost around ten pounds over the several hours of intensive intercourse, their excess fat burning away as they pushed themselves to the limit to continue fucking half of Mamamoo. It was an extremely efficient method of losing weight, with the added benefit of being the best sex of your entire life.

The demure secretary returns to collect you, and your documents, checking to make sure everything had been filled out properly before guiding you to the front desk to record your temperature and weight. Nodding with satisfaction, she leads you out of the waiting room and through the doorway in the back, into a plain corridor adorned only with four brown doors. Colorful placards on the doors indicate whether the rooms were in use or not, and as you pass by the single occupied suite, you hear muffled squeals and moans emanating from it; evidently the sound-proofing here was high-quality. The assistant takes you to the room two doors down from the one currently in use, politely knocking on the door before opening it and motioning you inside. Your heart pounds and your palms grow sweaty as the reality of your situation hits you, you had been anticipating this for so long it had become almost mundane, but now that you were on the threshold... The secretary gives you an encouraging slap on the ass, and smiling kindly, assures you that you would be up for the grueling workout ahead of you; everyone gets cold feet before this! Mustering your courage, you return the favor, much to her amusement, before entering the "fitness room"; the door shuts, and locks, behind you.

Twin goddesses await you within, hands on their hips as they appraise their newest customer, their bodies sheathed in clinging tights that accentuated their plush lower lips, and sports bras that pushed out their chests. Solar seemed as bright as her namesake, cheerfully eyeing your crotch with open intent, while Hwasa glares thoughtfully at your face, her own sultry expression hinting of her love for vigorous copulation. Solar steps forward to greet you, her lithe body swaying as takes your hand and leads you further into the exercise room; which was severely lacking in conventional exercise equipment. The floor was completely covered in firm mats, with beanbags and exercise balls strewn about, there were several curiously-shaped benches, and the pull-up stand had a few too many straps than usual. Full-length mirrors covered the two sidewalls, while the furthest had various cabinets and a door that presumably led to the bathroom; and there was a tallyboard that marked the gender of every customer, it seems that women were here as often as men. Hwasa saunters up and takes your other hand, smirking slightly as she senses your nervousness, and you stammer as you introduce yourself to the two idols. The pair smile at your awkwardness, before explaining today's schedule to you once more; a mild stretching session, followed by a series of intensive workouts interspersed with breaks for hydration and restroom use, with a shower at the end to clean you all off.

Contrary to your assumptions, your time with Hwasa and Solar began with the utmost banality, the pair guiding you through some basic standing stretches before moving onto some sitting ones. If the police had burst into the room under suspicion of illegal sexual acts, they would have found a normal guy in sweats and a baggy tshirt, grunting as he strained to touch his toes, while two attractive fitness instructors watched with amusement. Now if said police returned half an hour later, well... The first sign that this was anything other than a regular weight-loss session was when Hwasa moved in front of you while your legs were spread, and smoothly slid her ass back between them. A position that left you quite conscious about the size of her posterior, now that it was nuzzling against your crotch, the pair's chests might have been similar, but Hwasa's rear was far thicker. A moment later Solar presses herself against your back, squishing her breasts against you as she slowly leans forward, stretching you out while ensuring you would be unable to escape. If Hwasa is at all troubled by the now obvious poking her cheeks, she does not show it, and placidly starts to grind against your loins; your penis obviously required stretching out as well. What started as slow teasing gradually turns into something more, as your excitement builds you find yourself moving as well, until what started as a suspicious stretch has degenerated into desperate dry-humping.

You groan as you rub yourself against Hwasa's thick ass, boldly grasping her waist so as to force her back against you all the harder, before long you are leaking through your sweatpants and onto her tights. She slowly hikes her ass up, and you eagerly follow, until it looks as if you were plowing her doggy-style, only with more clothes than usual on. Speaking of which, now that you have the room, you eagerly pull down your pants, and are surprised to discover your shirt getting yanked up as well, before Solar meshes herself against your back once more. Her hands roam your bare chest, toying with your nipples while she kisses and sucks your neck, whispering encouragement into your ear before nibbling up on it. You shudder as you hotdog Hwasa's plump butt, the fabric of her tights smooth enough to allow for easy movement, the sticky evidence of your virility smearing itself against it. With her amused face staring back at you in the mirror, the idol suddenly pulls forward, using her hand to press your cock downward before pushing back against you; and you find your cock sandwiched between her meaty thighs. Now it truly looked as if you were having sex, as you furiously fuck Hwasa's thighs, your crotch slapping loudly against her constrained ass as she squishes her legs together in imitation of her tight pussy.

With Solar pressing her supple body against you from behind, and with your cock buried between Hwasa's thighs, you feel your climax building unstoppably. The pair of idols were not blind to this, and they eagerly brought about its fruition. Solar smiles wickedly at you in the mirror, "Finishing so soon, dear?" she purrs, "we haven't even completed our stretches yet," before returning to giving your neck purple hickeys. Hwasa simply looks back at you and commands, "Cum, now," and you moaningly obey, picking up the pace as she clenches around your manhood. You had not even lasted long enough to put your first load inside one of the members of Mamamoo, and it is with some embarrassment that you empty yourself against Hwasa's stomach. You groan as you paint her tummy with your seed, your cock fooled into thinking that it was draining itself inside of her fertile pussy, when instead your sperm was wasted upon her tanned skin. Shaking from the force of your orgasm, you lean on Hwasa for support as your strength pours from your dick, as the idols loudly praise your climax.

Solar pulls you upright onto your feet, murmuring encouragingly as she massages your crotch and thighs, while Hwasa idly cleans your semen off of her stomach with her fingers, licking each in turn while staring bemusedly at you. The girls share a glance before Hwasa gets up and stalks over to a cabinet, while Solar occupies you with kisses and touches, now that the warmup was finished, it was time to pick up the pace. And of course, the pair knew the best way to encourage their clients to do just that. Mamamoo, like most Third-Generation idols, may have looked on with contempt at the alchemical aphrodisiac brews churned out by Twice, but that did not mean they were opposed to all such potions. Hwasa removes an ornate, maroon-colored flask from a drawer, tossing it to Solar before sauntering back and shamelessly stripping in front of you. Your eyes boggle as you drink in the sight of Hwasa's naked body, her fertile curves framing a massively puffy pussy that is already slick with arousal; and her swaying breasts were practically begging to be groped. Meanwhile, Solar takes advantage of your distraction and chugs a portion of the bottle, licking her lips as the cherry-flavored drink pours into her stomach and its effects take hold.

Solar lets out a moan of pure pleasure as a bulge appears in her tights, spreading upwards until it nearly pushes fully from beneath the fabric. She shudders as she gingerly reveals the results of the potion, a girl-cock of average size, twitching and tender from its recent birth, with a pair of heavy balls throbbing in their hairless sack. Mamamoo know very well that to inspire a client, it is best to set the pace yourself, and let men's natural jealousies do the rest; plus, the women tend to be rather invigorated by having their favorite idol's cock in one or more of their holes. So Hwasa wastes no time in getting on her knees in front of Solar, and enthusiastically starting to suck her off. You are admittedly shocked by this sudden development, you had not expected for one of Mamamoo to sprout a cock, but you are not entirely opposed to this... To your own surprise, you find yourself oddly aroused by the scene taking place in front of you, and soon are shoving your own stiffening cock into Hwasa's face. The idol expertly gives oral to both of you, one hand on either cock, sucking one then the other, rubbing the tips together as her tongue lathers both with warm spit. You and Solar both moan from Hwasa's efforts, kissing and groping one another as your dicks are devoured, precum dribbling steadily all over her pert lips. After what seems like an age of endless pleasure, Hwasa smoothly rises before bending over, her face still bobbing in front of your crotches, but now offering an alternative.

You are too busy enjoying the stimulation of getting a blowjob from an idol like Hwasa, and so Solar is the first to take her pussy, slipping inside of her groupmate with practiced ease. While Solar has her sloppy way with Hwasa's lower lips, you use her upper lips with equal messiness, using her head's positioning to force your cock down her throat. Hwasa gags as you fuck her face like a pussy, slobber coating your balls with every thrust as you struggle to not unload your seed directly into her stomach. You and Solar hold hands and make-out while you spit-roast Hwasa, who squirms as both of you shove yourselves as deep as possible into her, united in your eagerness to use Hwasa's body. But before you can impregnate Hwasa's guts, Solar does just that inside of her friend's cunt, moaning loudly and spasming wildly as she empties herself into Hwasa, her eyes rolling back as pleasure washes through her body. Panting, her tongue still connected to yours be streamers of spit, Solar pulls out of Hwasa, slapping her thick ass in thanks before wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at you; now its your turn... Hwasa solidly plants herself against one of the wall mirrors in preparation for the pounding she was about to receive, looking back smugly at you as she spreads one cheek open in welcome. You shudder as you press your cockhead into the sticky mess leaking from Hwasa's plump pussy, your passage into her dripping hole made even easier by Solar's seed.

The cacophony of flesh slapping together reverberates through the exercise room as you violently take Hwasa against the wall. A surprising vigor fills you, turning every thrust into a hammer-blow as you break yourself against her massive ass-cheeks, your cock churning her pussy as Solar's seed pours out of it. Her sloppy cunt constricts tightly around your shaft with every thrust, gripping you tightly even while taking a ferocious pounding; idol pussy truly was superior. Hwasa growls hungrily as you plow her, licking the mirror lustfully to spur you on, her cunt gushing as she climaxes from the intensity of your coupling. With your hands around her hips, you hold her steady as you go into a frenzy, thrusting wildly as your own orgasm approaches, gasping her name with every breath while your balls throb with effort. Sweat is pouring down your skin when you finally let out a groan and force yourself deep inside of Hwasa, your semen erupting into her in a flood of jizz. Who looks back at you with satisfaction, licking her luscious lips while you plaster her pussy with your seed; relishing in every drop coating her insides. When you are finished, you stagger backwards, exhausted by your sex, and a laughing Solar passes you a water bottle as she guides you to the bathroom for a little break.

You were perplexed by your energetic coupling with Hwasa, you had not intended to be so rough with her, even though she had evidently enjoyed it, and you ponder this while you piss in one of the two toilets with Solar. Hwasa soon joins you two, squatting on the free seat and voiding her bladder as well; the pair of idol's did not need to ruminate on your sudden vigor, they knew exactly where it came from. Like most idols, Mamamoo knew full well that when fucking a cum-filled hole, men naturally grew more forceful and energetic, their bodies automatically adapting its rhythm to better scoop the semen out with its thrusts; which of course, burned more calories. So, the girls made sure to have as many holes filled with their own girlcocks and cum as soon as possible, not that it was very hard considering how good those holes were; and jealousy was a truly powerful motivator. Thus, when you three exit the bathroom, Hwasa almost immediately is laying down on padded bench, and opening her legs for Solar, who happily starts fucking your sloppy seconds out of Hwasa. You meanwhile rest on an exercise ball, idly rubbing your still slick yet flaccid cock, while the two idols make passionate love without you; a situation that makes you surprisingly aroused as you watch them fucking. Eventually, the squeals and moans are enough to get you hard once more, and you hasten to join the pair of idols once more, already knowing which hole you wanted to fill.

Solar starts with surprise when your hands grasp her waist, stopping mid-thrust to glance back at your touch, bemusement written on her features, "Oh, would you like a turn?" she asks with a knowing smile, before her eyebrows raise as you apply pressure to guide her down onto Hwasa, "Oh, wait, are you lubed up enough...?" Solar's question is answered as you press your glistening cock against her exposed asshole, and force yourself inside of her. Solar groans as she is impaled from behind, pushing herself deeply into Hwasa as you gradually fill her ass; until you are both balls-deep in your respective holes. Solar squirms as she is pleasured from both sides, her girl-cock getting massaged by Hwasa's sultry cunt, while your dick pokes at her innards; and you had not even started thrusting yet. Solar's guts probably had subtle differences compared to Hwasa's experienced pussy, but by now you were on your third load, and all your cock cared about was that it was inside of a warm hole; so it does what any dick inside of a warm hole would do, and starts moving. After an awkward start, all three of you eventually fall into a steady rhythm, allowing both you and Solar to get deep strokes in, while Hwasa simply lays there and takes it, naughtily urging you both on while you do all the work. Solar's perky butt meshes perfectly against your crotch with every thrust, and you have to contain yourself to not simply pin her against her groupmate and pound her soggy guts out of shape. Solar though, sounds like she is in heaven, gasping and moaning, becoming overstimulated and giving into her own pleasure, frantically humping away between Hwasa's thick thighs until she reaches her climax. When she pushes deep inside of her fellow idol, you follow suit, pressing yourself against her sweaty back as your weight presses Solar's girl-cock even further into Hwasa's pussy. Shuddering, Solar collapses onto her and unloads the contents of her balls into Hwasa, who groans as the warmth spreads through her belly, squished beneath both of your weight.

A glistening streamer of semen connects the tip of Solar's cock with the mess leaking out of Hwasa's cunt as she delicately maneuvers out from between you two; leaving you yet another sticky mess to unclog. But Hwasa has other ideas; obviously tired of being passive, instead she cranks the back of the bench upwards and seats you on it, sperm and sweat streaking down her thighs as she gazes down at you. She squats down in front of your upraised dick and takes it in her mouth, slobbering on your smelly meat until it is thoroughly doused in spittle, her eyebrows furrowed intensely as your tip stabs at her throat. Hwasa wears a seductive smirk when she finishes lubricating your manhood, rising back up to straddle you, placing one hand on your chest to hold you down, she uses the other to guide your cock inside of her as she sits on it. Your eyes widen in surprise when instead of slipping easily into her slimy cunt, Hwasa angles you a little further back, and forces your dick inside of her unused asshole. She lets out a satisfied grunt as she hilts you, your member twitching inside of her belly, her lips quirking upwards when she notices your expression, "What, did you think I disliked having my ass filled as well?", she brings a finger to your lips to hush you, "No, just shut up and let me enjoy myself." So you do, and she does, though it was not as if you were not savoring the feeling of Hwasa's tight anus sliding up and down your shaft as much as she was.

Hwasa's powerful thighs piston her up and down your length, a sneer of pleasure twisting her lips as your cock grinds against her insides, making you shudder with every squat. If anything, she looked smug at being able to exert some control once more, leaning down to forcefully kiss you on whim, her cunt leaking her juices steadily onto your belly. Moaning, you grope her swaying breasts as Hwasa rides you, holding onto them for support as her asshole clamps tightly around your cock. Only when you approach the edge of your orgasm does she pause, waiting until your dick finishes pulsing before resuming her sensual movements, her hips writhing atop your lap as she works you deep inside of her. After Hwasa has successfully edged you for a third time, Solar reappears behind her, no doubt painfully erect once more, running her hands down her friend's back to attract her attention. But Hwasa is teasingly aloof, "Sorry dear, this hole is already taken," she purrs, grinding meaningfully upon you for emphasis, curling her mouth into a haughty yet knowing smile. Solar simply beams though, and scoots herself onto the small open portion of the seat slipping her legs up yours until her cock and balls are squished against your own. Rolling her eyes, Hwasa stands up enough until only your head is inside of her, and you twist to try and see what is going on as you feel something hard pressing against the base of your tip. The pressure builds, and only when another rigid object surges in alongside your cock do you realize that Solar has forced her dick into the idol's ass as well. Hwasa lets out a true groan as she sits on both of your cocks, clenching tightly around both of your shafts as precum leaks out from the gaps between your cocks. With frightening flexibility, she lifts one leg up over you and turns, so that her side is now facing you, and you can see Solar smiling reassuringly from across Hwasa's swollen breasts; Hwasa's ass felt so snug with someone else in it...

With a hand on either shoulder, Hwasa bounces lustfully on both of your cocks, leaving both you and Solar moaning plaintively. Effectively pinned by each other's weigh, Hwasa has free reign to fuck you as she liked, turning what should have been in intense anal pounding into a languidly intimate ride. With your shafts squishing and slipping against one another, Hwasa's guts massage your dicks until they are the edge of bursting, then she pauses, allowing your precum to slop out over your congealed cockheads, before resuming her exquisite torture. All you and Solar can do is grab at her curvaceous body as it pumps up and and down your members, and your mind starts to melt under the unending pleasure. Hwasa's asshole makes disgusting squelching noises as precum slops out of it and onto your balls, soon your lower bodies are splattered with the evidence of your weakness. Even an experienced slut like Solar looks to be in heaven, her tongue lolling as she glares lustfully back at you, grinding herself against you in her desperation to climax. You start asking for it, pleading with Hwasa for release, which of course only makes her leak all the more, until eventually she lets out a grunt a paints the matting with a wash of gooey squirt, shuddering with ecstasy as her asshole clamps tightly around your members. Her face flushed with arousal, her hands slip onto your throats as she snarls, "Beg for it! Beg. For. It!" and with your brains sloshing with hormones, you and Solar easily comply. You beg for release as Hwasa slams herself against you, her thick ass cheeks slapping loudly as fluids spray, the two of you now humping wildly upwards while Hwasa hammers you flat again and again. Solar is the first to finish, moaning sweetly, her eyes roll back as she fills Hwasa's guts, her pulsating cock slobbering cum all over your dick as much as her coils. The stimulation is enough to make you explode soon after, drowning Hwasa's innards in semen as she squirts messily once more as her ass gets turned into a jizz-filled slurry.

Hwasa unmounts you both with a groan, Solar nearly toppling backwards off the seat as all three of you are weak and trembling from your intensive exertions. Hwasa gingerly kneels next to you, and without hesitation starts cleaning off the filthy mess coating your sensitive cocks with her mouth. Now you are truly writhing in the seat, your skin painfully stuck to the black leather by sweat, clutching her hair as her warm saliva is slathered all over your manhood. Hwasa skillfully rubs your tips together, her tongue slipping between and around them, before taking you both in her mouth, trying to fit both of your cocks into her throat and sometimes succeeding. By the end of it, both you and Solar are gasping, but your cocks are both bulging once more. Hwasa stands back up before sashaying to an uncluttered area of mat and bending over, spreading her cheeks for your enjoyment. She smirks coyly as her asshole belches a ream of semen down her leg, her gaping pussy still awash with sperms, "Who is getting which hole?", she asks, her smile growing wider, "Or are you going to share again...?" Hwasa seductively licks her lips as Solar untangles herself from you and staggers over, with you a step behind, wiggling her butt enticingly as you approach. Solar glances at you and gives you a kiss, before grinning, "Well? We have five hours left, so take your pick, or do you want me...?"

The next four hours pass in a blur of pounding flesh and spewing fluids, an unending tide of hedonism that sees you plumbing the depths of your depravity. You violate Hwasa's asshole, you plow her pussy, you fill her throat, while Solar gleefully does the same. You balls slap together in an endless cacophony, and more often than not your shafts slip and squelch against each other as you both ravage the same hole at once. Not that Solar's orifices are spared either, pumping away at her butt while Hwasa pleasures you both, or forces you to pleasure her; and Solar's face is almost as covered with both her cum and your own as Hwasa's is. All of you guzzle down vast amounts of water, only stopping when your bodies can take it no more and you have to make a break to the bathroom, often returning to find the other two fucking as intensely as before. Sweat pours down your skin like a waterfall, and the mats are covered with puddles of sexual fluids (and the occasional pond of piss from when someone was unable to reach the toilet in time), it feels like your brain has devolved until your only thoughts are for slaking your desires upon the two idols of Mamamoo. Eventually though, your exhaustion catches up to you, and when you pull out of Hwasa's sloppy cunt for what seems like the hundredth time that day you find yourself collapsing from utter fatigue.

Hwasa and Solar carefully tend to you over the next twenty minutes, pouring fluids down your throat to rehydrate you and massaging your cramped and aching muscles. When they are satisfied you can walk, they haul you to your feet, chattering amiably and complimenting you on your love-making skills; of course they barely showed even a hint of tiredness. They haul you into the bathroom, where they crudely hose the worst of the filth off of you with a shower head before frog-marching you to the exit. A smiling assistant greets you at the door, and your half of Mamamoo wave you goodbye as she leads you out, covered head to toe in cum, squirt, and other unmentionable fluids. As the girl leads you down the corridor, you idly notice that the idols had stuffed you back into your clothes, though you knew you must absolutely reek. The other occupied door cracks open as you approach, and a lady staggers out of it, her belly distended and her holes leaking so much cum it is slicking through her yoga pants in a reeking stream. She barely even glances at you as you are dragged by her, though through the closing door you notice a rather well-endowed Moonbyul and Wheein blowing kisses to their retreating client. Humming cheerfully, the assistant takes your weight at the scale, before depositing you in front of the kindly secretary from before. Who beams knowingly, before slyly enquiring if you would like to make an appointment for next year? Nodding tiredly, you flick through your calendar to look up the date, while the lady behind you noisily vomits what sounds like gallons of semen into a trashcan.

Of course you would like to make another appointment, though you are sure to ask if there have been any last minute cancellations... Another few more sessions like this, and you would be hitting your weight-loss target in no time!

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Writing Notes: Fear of Abandonment

Abandonment - desertion or substantial leave-taking by a parent or primary caregiver of their custodial and other responsibilities to a dependent. Dependents are usually children but may also be adult individuals who are ill.

Abandonment Reaction - a feeling of emotional deprivation, loss of support, and loneliness experienced by children who have been deserted or neglected by a parent or primary caregiver. Abandonment reaction is also experienced by adults who have lost a loved one on whom they have depended.

As humans, we depend on others for survival.

Starting from birth, the need to be fed, bathed, clothed, sheltered, and cared for is essential for survival and optimal function.

Because healthy human development requires physical and emotional care, fear of abandonment can result from unmet needs in either childhood or adulthood (Fraley, 2019).

The impact of abandonment issues can have devastating effects on personal wellbeing, relationships, and long-term mental health (Fraley, 2019).

Fear of Abandonment

Not a clinical diagnosis in and of itself.

It is a form of anxiety and a symptom of several clinical disorders, including both mood and personality disorders.

Individuals who experience abandonment are also more likely to have long-term mental health issues (Schoenfelder et al., 2011).

Those who struggle with abandonment issues have a persistent fear of rejection or isolation. It is often characterized by codependency, insecurity, and maladaptive views of power, competence, and intimacy, which makes interpersonal relationships and daily functioning difficult (D’Rozario & Pilkington, 2021).

Signs of Fear of Abandonment

Fear of abandonment can manifest as anxiety, insecurity, and isolation.

Symptoms of abandonment issues can begin in childhood and extend throughout the lifespan if left untreated.

Signs of abandonment issues in children include:

Acting “clingy” or experiencing emotional dysregulation when left alone

Excessively worrying or panicking about losing someone close

Generally fearing being alone

Getting sick more often due to stress

Children may get anxious in new settings, situations, or when dropped off at school or daycare. Symptoms may also lead to isolation, low self-esteem, and unhealthy coping mechanisms such as substance abuse and eating disorders (Mack et al., 2011).

In adults, signs of abandonment issues include:

Pushing people away. This presents as withdrawal, exhibiting trust issues, and the inability to be open and honest with loved ones.

Codependency. Codependency is when individuals rely on other people to meet all their emotional needs. People who become overly needy and possessive in relationships are often codependent.

Anger. They might allow others to get close to them but then become aggressive, reactive, or volatile if they feel threatened or upset.

Long-term effects of abandonment often lead to general anger, mood swings, and lack of confidence (Mack et al., 2011). Fear of abandonment is primarily characterized by the inability to establish or maintain healthy relationships.

Fear of Abandonment in Relationships

Fear of abandonment can negatively affect any relationship (Fraley, 2002). These include professional, intimate/romantic, and social relationships, as well as casual acquaintances.

People who experience fear of abandonment may have ruminating and irrational thoughts (anxiety), question other people’s motives (mistrust), or make false assumptions about how another person interprets an interaction.

For example, a partner might have irrational or excessive fears that their spouse is having an affair because they had been cheated on in the past. The partner constantly accuses their spouse, creating arguments and conflict. The lack of trust and discord creates distance between them, and the couple stops communicating and grows apart.

Signs that abandonment fears are negatively affecting a relationship include (Fraley, 2002):

People-pleasing or one partner always giving too much or reaching out

Envy or jealousy of other people’s relationships

Inability to trust another person

Constant feeling of insecurity in the relationship

Needing to control all decisions and aspects of the relationship

Inability to provide or accept physical or emotional intimacy

Causes of Abandonment Issues

A variety of experiences play a role in fear of abandonment and abandonment issues.

These include (Mikulincer & Shaver, 2010):

Physical or emotional abuse or neglect

Any trauma experienced because of abandonment

Feeling rejected by caregivers

The death of a parent or primary caregiver

Being emotionally or physically abandoned by a friend or loved one

Fear of abandonment generally begins in childhood and results from adverse childhood experiences (or ACEs).

ACEs describe different types of stressful and traumatic experiences, such as neglect, abuse, or traumatic loss (Feriante et al., 2023).

The first year of life is impactful to a child’s development, and a child’s attachment style is formed by the age of five (Feriante et al., 2023).

Abandonment issues are closely linked to insecure attachment styles and the inability to form close, stable relationships.

People will often choose partners or be drawn to relationships that fit patterns from their past, based on attachment styles.

Fear of Abandonment and Attachment styles

Bowlby (1969) defines attachment as a lasting psychological connection between two human beings. As the founder of attachment theory, he believed that parent–child interactions early in life determine cognitive and behavioral social connectedness throughout the lifespan.

Secure attachment styles are demonstrated by a person who can trust and be open to others (Bowlby, 1969). A securely attached person is responsive, warm, and can form healthy close relationships.

On the other hand, insecure attachment results when children have caregivers who are either inconsistently available and nonresponsive or completely unavailable and neglectful (Mikulincer & Shaver, 2010).

The 3 types of insecure attachment styles (Bowlby, 1969):

Avoidant attachment styles are seen in those who cope with abandonment issues by not allowing others to get close. Individuals with avoidant attachment are distant, withdrawn, and not trusting of others. They fear commitment and shut down or end relationships to avoid conflict.

Anxious attachment styles are seen in those who latch on to others and create intensely close, codependent relationships to cope with fears of abandonment. People with this attachment style seem needy and have trouble separating themselves from their partner. They are emotionally reactive and perceive conflict as a threat that their partner will leave them.

Individuals with disorganized attachment styles are uncomfortable with closeness and intimacy and may lack empathy. Disorganized attachment is often associated with antisocial, narcissistic, or BPD traits.

Fortunately, even if insecure attachment styles are developed in childhood, the problematic behaviors and fear of abandonment associated with them can be treated and, ultimately, changed.

Overcoming Fear of Abandonment

While fear of abandonment is associated with many mental health and mood disorders, it is highly treatable.

Individuals who seek help can improve personal wellbeing and interpersonal relationships.

Therapy Treatment Options

Attachment-based therapy uses a supportive client–therapist bond to address issues with mental health, such as depression and anxiety. It targets thoughts, feelings, behaviors, and interpersonal communication that clients avoid or over-amplify based on early-developed attachment styles (Pilkington et al., 2021).

Behavioral therapy incorporates talk therapy to root out unhealthy behaviors and habits that are related to the mental health conditions underlying the fear of abandonment.

Cognitive-Behavioral Therapy (CBT) helps clients identify faulty thinking patterns or cognitive distortions and replace them with more adaptive thinking patterns. This evidence-based form of therapy is effective at treating anxiety and depression and improving relationships through changing perspectives and communication patterns.

Psychodynamic therapy encourages clients to identify and resolve unhealthy unconscious and conscious thoughts about past experiences. Through improving self-awareness and understanding, clients can see how their past may influence present thoughts and behaviors and make changes.

Psychoeducation provides information to a client regarding a diagnosis, treatment options, and underlying theories (such as attachment theory) that may contribute to abandonment fears. Often, understanding and labeling problematic behaviors and fears can be one of the most helpful steps in healing.

Sources: 1 2 ⚜ More: Notes & References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs On Attachment ⚜ Avoidant ⚜ Anxious ⚜ Secure ⚜ Disorganized

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��˚❀ Blooming.ೃ࿔*:･

— NCT Dream Series Masterlist.

What just happened?

One minute, you’re asking the universe to let you catch your breath, practically begging it to sweep you away from all your worries, problems… reality itself… and the next, you’re stumbling upon a garden, one sprinkled with flowers of all kinds.

Out of curiosity, you enter the garden, admiring each blossoming plant as you pass. Some you recognize, and some not—still all beautiful, nonetheless. Each flower is labeled, with its meaning scribbled underneath. And as you pay closer attention, you soon realize something interesting: each flower possesses a story waiting to tell its bearer.

You’re drawn in further…

Which flower will you pick?

“in an endless garden of flowers, i will always pick you.”

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Blue Tulips

𐔌 tranquillity, serenity, and inner peace .ᐟ ֹ꒱ pairing: writer!mark x cafe-owner!reader genre: fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, ?hurt/comfort

Mark feels as though he can never catch a break. Instead of looking forward to tomorrow, he’s forced to live life by looming deadlines. And now that his barely-there sleep reflects in his work, Mark knows he needs to do something about it. When nothing seems to work, Mark stumbles upon a cozy nap cafe tucked away in a secluded street. And in that cafe, he meets you, who, for some strange reason, manages to give him the rest he’s been chasing for weeks.

𖧧 Sprouting…

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ China Roses & Yellow Tulips

𐔌 romance, cheerfulness, hope .ᐟ ֹ꒱ pairing: nerd!renjun x popular!reader genre: fluff, acquaintances to friends to lovers, secret admirer!au

Renjun’s crush on you has been lingering for years, long enough that he’s convinced himself that it will soon disappear on its own. But when he’s given the opportunity to tutor you, he fears that this crush is not going anywhere anytime soon; in which, Renjun braves his timid heart and acts on his feelings for you using the yellow tulips he’s been growing in his backyard.

𖧧 Sprouting…

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Chrysanthemum

𐔌 happiness, longevity, fidelity, optimism .ᐟ ֹ꒱ pairing: jeno x reader genre: fluff, friends to lovers, set in the 90s

There’s nothing worse than moving halfway across the world and leaving your best friend behind. Actually—scratch that—nothing worse than moving halfway across the world, leaving your best friend behind, and your only form of communication being e-mail; in which distance, a computer screen, and pixelated words can’t stop either of you from ignoring how you truly feel about each other.

𖧧 Sprouting…

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Sunflowers

𐔌 admiration, loyalty, hope, optimism .ᐟ ֹ꒱ pairing: main-lead!haechan x stage-tech!reader genre: fluff, sorta-friends to lovers

You’ve never met anyone easier to admire and adore than Lee Donghyuck. In fact, you don’t think you’ve met someone who didn’t like him. Lee Donghyuck is so painfully likeable that it’s been impossible to shake your stupid crush on him off. Because why should you even try to act on it when so many other people feel the same? It’s safe to assume that a guy who seems so out of reach could never like you back, much less even consider you; in which Donghyuck’s your sun, and secretly, you’re his favourite flower.

𖧧 Sprouting…

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Peonies & Ranunculus

𐔌 happiness, shyness, romance, bravery, attractiveness, charm .ᐟ ֹ꒱ pairing: jaemin x reader genre: fluff, one-sided-'enemies' to lovers

You’ve been keeping a list of words you could use to describe Jaemin. Annoying. Intolerable. Insufferable. Unbearable. Frustrating. Cute—Wait. No. Not cute. Definitely not cute. Not when he’s looking at you like that. Not when he’s using his charm to lull you into his stupid, pretty-boy plans. Not now. Not ever; in which, Jaemin calls you beautiful only when he thinks you’re not listening.

𖧧 Sprouting…

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Lavender

𐔌 silence, devotion, serenity, grace, calmness .ᐟ ֹ꒱ pairing: intern!chenle x rich-kid!reader genre: fluff, best friends to lovers

When the expectations, demands, and pressure of being a godforsaken nepo baby start to eat at your sanity, all you want to do is run and hide. But in a world that feels like it’s asking for everything, you’re given your best friend, Chenle—the one and only person who has never asked you for anything but your presence. Because for him, that was enough; in which Chenle’s frequent ‘I love you’s slowly begin to change in meaning before either of you realizes.

𖧧 Sprouting…

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Gardenias

𐔌 purity, innocence, harmony, gentleness .ᐟ ֹ꒱ pairing: jisung x reader genre: fluff, strangers to ?

At first, Jisung could justify his fascination with you as simple curiosity—curiosity about a stranger standing right across the train station from him, like the universe had placed you there on purpose. But when Jisung starts catching himself thinking about you every day, hoping to bump into you again just for a chance to speak with you, he realizes that this was no longer curiosity. It was something worse. Far worse. A crush. (based off of ‘girl at the station’ by grentperez)

𖧧 Sprouting…

an: all untitled bc I title everything while I write/when I'm done lmao,,, my attempt in making a comfort series,,, I’ve been working on this for so long :(( these previews will prob be tweaked to reveal more of the story later bc I havent finished any of them! this is based off of the flowers each member had for the ‘chase the light’ md! — disclaimer: i only listed the meanings of the flowers that I'm using for my fics!

I wanted to use pictures from the md but I couldn’t find any good scans (╥﹏╥) flying kiss concept photos will do,, the quote is from aj lawless

taglist is open if anyone is interested!

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Have u done a post on anatomy of swordfight? Or like weapons in general. I have a lot of different weapons planned out: bow, different types of swords, daggers, shields, spears, etc. I can't find a single proper guide explaining how to write fight scenes for these that make sense.

The Anatomy of Writing a Sword Fight

Thank you for the ask! I really love your ideas/reqs and will be making at least 2 more blogs as a reply to this ask (that will cover bows etc). For now I've gone with swordfights.

This guide dives into the technical aspects of sword fighting—from the types of swords and injuries to the medical realities of treating these wounds.

My long-form posts are usually filled with long detailed paras but this time I wanted to focus more on the 'facts' and had a lot of things to cover so I stuck to concise pointers for each area. That being said, feel free to ask follow-up questions if needed!

Understanding the Blades

Firstly, here's a quick breakdown on the types of swords and their impact on injuries

Longswords Longswords are double-edged, straight blades often used with two hands. They cause deep slashes capable of severing muscles and tendons, and thrusts that can puncture organs or arteries. Heavy blows can also break bones.

Rapiers Rapiers are thin, pointed blades designed for thrusting. They cause precise punctures targeting vital organs or arteries. Less effective for slashing but deadly in skilled hands.

Katanas Katanas are curved, single-edged blades optimized for slicing. Their shape allows for those gory slashes that can amputate limbs or expose bones. Thrusts can also be fatal.

Sabers A saber is a curved blade with one sharp edge, typically used on horseback. These blades are designed for slashing, often causing wide, shallow wounds.

Short Swords and Daggers Smaller blades that are used for close combat can sometimes fall under the sword umbrella based on their shape and length. A Jambiya for example is categorised as a 'short sword'. These work for deep puncture wounds in tight quarters. Can sever arteries or puncture the heart or lungs.

In short, the design influences the wounds. Remember:

Straight blades are versatile, causing both slashes and thrusts.

Curved blades focus on slicing, leaving gaping wounds.

Thin blades like rapiers target precision strikes to critical areas.

Types of Sword Injuries

As mentioned above I'm trying to cut to the chase with this blog so for each injury type, I've covered what I think are the key points. These are the appearance, severity, blood loss caused by this type of wound, and pain levels. I think these four basically cover everything a writer needs to know when picking their poison.

Slash Wounds

Appearance: Long, open cuts with jagged or clean edges depending on the blade.

Severity: Superficial slashes may damage only the skin and fat layers, but deeper cuts sever muscles, tendons, and even arteries.

Blood Loss: Significant, especially if major arteries like the femoral (thigh) or brachial (arm) are cut.

Pain: Immediate burning or stinging, with sharp increases if nerves are involved.

Thrust Wounds

Appearance: Small entry wounds but potentially deep and catastrophic internal damage.

Severity: Can puncture vital organs such as the heart, lungs, liver, or intestines.

Blood Loss: Often internal, leading to hidden dangers like haemorrhaging or collapsed lungs.

Pain: Stabbing pains that radiate outward, especially if organs are pierced.

Blunt Force Injuries

Appearance: Bruising, swelling, or fractures from strikes with the flat side or hilt.

Severity: Can lead to broken bones, ruptured vessels, or concussions.

Blood Loss: Minimal unless skin is broken.

Pain: Deep aches or sharp, localized pain from fractures.

Assessing the Severity of Wounds

When assessing the severity of a wound, there are a few important things to keep in mind. To make it easier, I've put together a quick checklist to help you out.

Location: Wounds to the head, neck, or chest are often life-threatening. Injuries to limbs are less fatal but can lead to significant blood loss.

Depth: Shallow cuts are often cosmetic but painful. Deep wounds risk severing arteries, damaging organs, or causing fractures.

Angle: Oblique cuts may glance off bones or armor. Direct thrusts to unprotected areas are far more dangerous.

What Happens When Each Area is Wounded

It's kind of a given that each area of the body is different and would thus cause different reactions when pierced. While many writers stick to the 'blood dripping from the mouth, hand desperately clutching the wound' look, I think it's a good idea to consider the medicinal side of your injuries.

Are there arteries in this area? Vital organs? Muscle and tissue? Here's a quick breakdown of those questions (no I haven’t mentioned every area or organ of the body):

Limbs

Forearms and Upper Arms: Severing the brachial artery results in rapid blood loss. Cuts to tendons disable grip strength or arm movement.

Thighs: The femoral artery is a critical target. Damage here leads to exsanguination within minutes if untreated.

Calves and Feet: While less life-threatening, injuries here severely limit mobility and can cause nerve damage leading to paralysis.

Abdomen

Liver: Heavy bleeding due to its vascularity. Potentially fatal without intervention.

Stomach: Leakage of acidic contents causes severe internal infections.

Intestines: Punctures lead to sepsis from spilled waste material.

Kidneys: Severe back pain and rapid blood loss from renal artery damage.

Chest

Lungs: Punctures cause pneumothorax (collapsed lung), leading to difficulty breathing and chest pain.

Heart: Even small cuts are often fatal due to rapid blood loss and cardiac tamponade (fluid pressure around the heart).

Ribs: Fractures can puncture lungs or other organs.

Neck

Jugular Vein or Carotid Artery: Severing either leads to death in under two minutes from blood loss.

Trachea: Obstruction causes immediate respiratory distress.

Spinal Cord: Severance leads to paralysis or death.

Back

Spinal Cord: Injuries vary from numbness to total paralysis depending on the location.

Kidneys: Vulnerable to back stabs; severe bleeding and pain radiating to the abdomen.

Face/Head

Cheeks: Slashes leave disfiguring scars but are rarely fatal.

Eyes: Punctures result in blindness and intense pain.

Skull: Blunt force may cause concussions or fractures; penetrating wounds can be fatal if they reach the brain.

Treating Sword Fight Injuries

In the chaos of a sword fight, providing immediate care can mean the difference between life and death. The first priority is to stop the bleeding. For deep cuts or arterial wounds, use a clean cloth or pressure bandage to compress the injury. If the bleeding doesn’t subside, especially in limb injuries, apply a tourniquet above the wound, ensuring it’s tight enough to restrict blood flow without causing further damage.

Once bleeding is controlled, stabilize the victim. Immobilize fractures with makeshift splints, and in cases of suspected spinal injuries, avoid moving the victim unnecessarily to prevent exacerbating the damage. Finally, cleaning the wound is critical to minimize infection risks. Remove debris carefully and irrigate the wound with clean water if possible. Though battlefield medicine is rudimentary, these steps provide a fighting chance for survival.

Also, one thing people forget to go over is temperature. Keeping the victim warm is essential, as blood loss can lead to hypovolemic shock, which compromises the body’s ability to circulate oxygen.

Historical vs. Modern Treatment

The approach to sword fight injuries varies dramatically between historical and modern contexts. While I can’t completely break down the differences, here’s (what I hope) is a quick overview that will aid in your research.

Historically, treating wounds was rudimentary at best. Herbal poultices were applied to reduce inflammation, and cauterization—burning the wound to seal it—was a common but agonizing method to prevent bleeding and infection. Stitching techniques were crude, and the lack of sterilization meant infections like sepsis or gangrene were often fatal.

Fret not, modern medicine offers a more hopeful prognosis. Sterile wound care, antibiotics, and surgical interventions allow for precise repairs to severed arteries, muscles, or organs. Advanced imaging technology can assess internal injuries, while blood transfusions and IV fluids combat shock effectively.

This just underscores how important it is for writers to consider what timeline their story is set in. Sorry but your medieval prince won’t just have a full recovery after suffering a brutal gash, especially not if his only source of medicine was love interest’s xyz solution. Infections are a very real issue. In fact, most deaths during that time were due to infection. Do your research.

The Psychological Aftermath

The aftermath of surviving a sword fight extends far beyond physical wounds, leaving lasting emotional and psychological scars. Many survivors experience trauma or PTSD, manifesting as flashbacks to the battle, vivid nightmares, or an overwhelming sense of anxiety, especially in situations that trigger memories of the fight. I would absolutely love to see people incorporate this in their writing! If your modern OCs can get flashbacks and nightmares after a single gun altercation what makes you think the medieval ones won’t experience something similar?

Survivor’s guilt is another common burden, particularly if the character witnessed comrades die or was forced to make life-and-death decisions during combat. These emotional struggles can deeply shape their personality, making them more cautious, resentful, or even vengeful. Villain arc here we come!

One thing to remember; physical limitations compound the psychological toll. Permanent injuries like chronic pain, reduced mobility, or disfigurement can remind a character daily of their ordeal, influencing how they interact with others and navigate the world.

As a writer it’s important to take recovery into account. Exploring these aspects adds depth to the character’s recovery arc, making their journey more relatable and human.

Remember folks; a sword fight isn’t just a moment of action—it’s a fight as brutal and dangerous as any knife or gun altercation you can think of (if not worse).

Crafting the Fight Scene

To end this blog, here are my (and various Google articles’) two cents on what you should be focusing on/keeping in mind during a swordfight.

Writing a compelling sword fight requires balancing technical accuracy with emotional resonance. Pacing is key: alternate between rapid exchanges of blows and brief pauses to allow tension to build. These pauses provide an opportunity to describe a character’s thoughts, pain, or strategic planning.

Sensory details bring the scene to life—capture the sharp clash of steel, the metallic tang of blood in the air, the searing pain of a wound, and the slickness of a sweat-soaked grip on a sword hilt.

Focus on the characters themselves to make the scene more engaging. Highlight their emotions, such as fear, determination, or desperation, alongside the physical toll of the fight. Show how fatigue sets in, how their breathing becomes labored, and how every swing of the blade drains their strength.

Injuries should be portrayed realistically; instead of dismissing wounds as minor setbacks, use them to heighten tension. A cut to the leg might slow a character’s movements, while a stab to the shoulder could make wielding their weapon excruciating.

Balancing these elements ensures your fight scenes are not only thrilling but also grounded in a visceral reality.

Resources for Writers

Books:

"The Book of the Sword" by Richard Francis Burton

"Medieval Swordsmanship" by John Clements

Videos:

YouTube channels like "Skallagrim" and "Scholagladiatoria" for sword reviews and techniques.They’re very helpful for all sorts of weapons actually so OP I think you should consider stalking their channels you’d find a TON of info (I get most of mine from them lol).

Articles:

I don’t have any precise ones but to boost your research consider medical journals on trauma and wound care. Oh and historical accounts of duels and battles.

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TWTHH Bonus: The Little Lotus Blooms

Pairing: general!Seonghwa x wife!reader

AU: arranged marriage au (Joseon era)

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Life has been hell ever since your mother's passing many years ago. Despite being from a prominent family, you've never received the privileges associated with it. It only got worse with the arrival of your stepmother and her daughters. When the intimidating General Park was in search of a wife, your father seized the opportunity to dispose of you, simultaneously securing a connection with the powerful general—killing two birds with one stone.

A/N: This takes place after all of the members' spinoffs. It's probably best for you to finish everything before reading this, but it can also be read if you do not mind spoilers and have no intention of reading the spinoffs.

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"Still stuck on the baby's name, I see," came the familiar voice that never failed to both irritate and amuse your husband. Seonghwa smirked, his hand still gently rubbing your tummy. "And what does that have anything to do with you?"

The dressmaker scoffed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense as he approached. "It has everything to do with me, especially since I'm clearly going to be the godfather of this little one."

You smiled, but before you could respond, the general spoke first. "In your dreams, Kim Hongjoong. You won't be this one's godfather, so it's time to let go of that fantasy. If you're so eager to be a father, I suggest you focus on having one of your own. After all, you're about to have a Mrs. of your own soon enough."

Before Hongjoong could form a coherent response, he sputtered and flailed, completely caught off guard by the mention of his upcoming wedding. His face flushed a deep crimson, and for a moment, he looked utterly lost. After what felt like an eternity, he finally managed to find his voice.

"T-that's… none of your business!" he stammered, clearly flustered. After all, it had taken him forever to gather the courage to propose to poor Miss Baek. The lengthy courtship had almost convinced the girl's family that the dressmaker had no real intention of marriage, leading to whispered doubts that he was just stringing their daughter along. He hadn't heard the end of it until the day he finally asked for her hand.

Just as he opened his mouth to shoot back a retort at Seonghwa, another voice broke into the conversation.

"About damn time, Kim!" Yunho called out, his deep laughter filling the room as he approached. The physician looked far too smug, and the gleam of amusement in his eyes only made Hongjoong's face burn brighter. The dressmaker shot him a glare.

"Don't get all cocky just because you got married slightly earlier than I did!" the older male of the two snapped, crossing his arms defiantly over his chest. "What are you even doing here?! The dinner isn't for hours."

The general and his wife shared a knowing look, unable to stifle their chuckles as the doctor raised a brow at the accusation.

"I could ask you the same," Yunho replied, unfazed. He gestured to the bags of medical supplies at his feet. "I'm here to ensure the mistress is in optimal condition before meeting everyone, of course."

Hongjoong sniffed, waving a dismissive hand before gesturing to the garments draped over his arm—a collection of beautifully embroidered hanboks. "And I'm here to ensure she looks as stunning as always. Just as important as you, Jung. Don't flatter yourself. I understand good health is essential," he added, glancing the taller man up and down pointedly. "But clearly, a complete lack of fashion sense can be just as problematic."

Yunho's eyes widened in sheer offence. "Excuse me? What do you mean, a lack of fashion sense?! My wife said I looked—"

The dressmaker lifted a hand, silencing him immediately. "Of course she did, my friend. She's your wife; she has to say that. But I'm not, so I can be brutally honest."

Yunho's mouth opened, then closed again, clearly affronted. "You—"

"Don't take it too personally," Seonghwa interjected, his smirk deepening as he rested a protective hand over your belly. "You know how he is. The moment there's even a whiff of competition, he'll immediately declare himself the best at whatever it is."

"Which is everything," Hongjoong sniffed, lifting his chin proudly.

"That's debatable," the general drawled with a pointed look.

Hongjoong's mouth opened, ready with a comeback, but the doctor raised a hand to cut him off, the irritation from earlier melting into weary acceptance. "Alright, alright, let's get back to why I'm actually here—to make sure our dear Lady Park and the baby are doing well."

The dressmaker rolled his eyes dramatically, waving Yunho off with a dismissive flick of his hand. "Fine, do your little check-up. But once you're done, it's my turn. I have real work to attend to—unlike some people who just poke needles into others all day."

Yunho sighed, dragging a hand down his face in feigned exasperation, while Seonghwa and you exchanged amused looks. They were always like this—bickering, teasing, and turning even the simplest interactions into a spectacle of humour and banter.

You smiled softly. Thinking back to when you first met them all, you never could have imagined that your husband's closest friends would become yours too, filling your life with such unexpected warmth.

Jongho sighed heavily as he stepped into the room, his gaze zeroing in on the dressmaker with a look of pure exasperation. "I swear, there can never be peace with you around. I told you to come an hour later, but you never listen—"

Hongjoong immediately raised a fist, eyes narrowing in mock indignation. "Watch your tone! I'm still older than you," he warned, but the assistant only rolled his eyes, unfazed as he reached out and unceremoniously grabbed the dressmaker by the sleeve.

"And if you don't cooperate, I'll tell Miss Baek you were being difficult again."

That instantly shut him up. The effect was almost comical—the once-feisty designer went rigid, then muttered something unintelligible under his breath before letting the younger man drag him out of the room. The rest of you couldn't hold back your laughter, chuckling at how quickly Hongjoong folded at the mere mention of his fiancée. It was a sight that never got old.

"Well," the physician grinned, shaking his head in amusement, "looks like we've finally found his weakness."

The general chuckled, his gaze lingering on the doorway where the two had vanished. "It's not just him. Look at the rest of us," he said, raising a brow knowingly.

You pressed your lips together, trying to stifle a smile as Yunho continued his check-up, his touch gentle and practised as he listened for the baby's heartbeat. He looked so different now compared to when you'd first met—less guarded, more at ease. The once-serious physician now wore a relaxed smile as he worked. Miss Ryu truly had softened him, just like Miss Kwon had done for Jongho.

Your heart swelled at the thought. Absentmindedly, you rubbed your belly, glancing up at your husband with a soft expression. "They've all changed, haven't they?" you murmured quietly.

His eyes warmed as they met yours, his gaze filled with a tenderness that made your heart flutter. "Yes, they have. Just like I have," he murmured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your temple. "All thanks to you."

Warmth spread through your chest, and you shifted your gaze back to Yunho, then to the door where Hongjoong and Jongho had disappeared moments before. A sense of anticipation bubbled within you as you thought of the others you'd be seeing later—San, Mingi, and Wooyoung, who had become like brothers to you, and, of course... Prince Yeosang, your dearest friend.

As you imagined future gatherings, you could already see a bustling and heartwarming scene filled with little ones running around, laughter and shouts echoing through the halls, and these men transforming into doting fathers and playful uncles.

Gosh, you could hardly wait to see it all unfold. The future seemed so bright and full of promise, and you knew, deep in your heart, that it would only get better from here.

"What's got you so deep in thought, my lady?" the dressmaker asked with a gentle smile as he carefully painted the signature flower on your forehead—the perfect final touch, as always.

You hesitated, biting your lip. "Do you think His Highness will come?"

Hongjoong scoffed lightly. "I genuinely have no idea, my lady. He seems awfully busy with his new princess," he remarked, and you nodded, a wide smile blooming on your lips.

"He is, and I'm so happy he's finally found someone."

"Then why does it matter if the prince is here?" he teased, raising an eyebrow. "Everyone already knows I'm going to be this little one's godfather anyway."

You clicked your tongue playfully, rolling your eyes. "Here we go again. I wouldn't be so confident if I were you."

He placed his hands on his hips, feigning offence. "I'm your idiot husband's oldest friend; it only makes sense that I get the title. The rest should just accept it and fall in line."

You burst into laughter, shaking your head at his stubbornness. When he finally finished, he stepped back, giving you a once-over before softening, then moved to sit across from you. "You look stunning, my lady."

"Thank you, Joong, for always reminding me of that," you said warmly. "But flattery won't get you anywhere—I've already made up my mind, and it won't be you."

He shot up from his seat, gasping dramatically. "What do you mean it won't be me?! You can't do this to me!"

Before you could respond, the doors to the House of Lotus swung open, and your husband entered. This time, however, he wasn't alone. In his arms, nestled close and bundled in delicate silks, was a little something—or rather, someone—very dear to your heart.

"That's enough, Kim Hongjoong," Seonghwa drawled, his voice tinged with mock annoyance as he stepped forward. "How greedy can you be, huh? You're already Yeonjoo's godfather. I'm not giving you the title again for our next child."

Your heart swelled at the sight—the way it always did whenever you saw your little princess cradled in her father's loving embrace. Her soft giggles filled the room as her tiny fingers curled around his sleeve, and a smile spread across your face. That's right—Hongjoong had been named godfather to your firstborn two years ago. Much to your disappointment, the prince hadn't been able to attend her birth celebration despite his promise, but you understood. He had new priorities and commitments. Still, a small part of you hoped he'd be here this time—for the sake of old memories, and perhaps to provide a sense of closure.

The dressmaker's eyes lit up, and his earlier sulkiness vanished as he nearly skipped forward, excitement radiating off him. "Oh, my little Yeonjoo!" he cooed, his face softening as he reached out to take her carefully from your husband's arms.

"Ugh, fine," he muttered, holding her close and gently stroking her hair as if she were the most delicate thing in the world. "I bet you're just trying to spare my precious Yeonjoo from getting jealous. I suppose one of those other losers can have the honour for the next one," he grumbled, pouting slightly as he gazed down at the little girl.

You chuckled softly at his dramatic tone. Titles aside, it was clear Hongjoong adored your daughter deeply. She looked up at him with wide, shining eyes and a bright smile that could melt even the sternest of hearts, and it was obvious she shared that affection. You watched, warmth flooding your chest, as she patted his cheek clumsily, babbling a string of sweet nonsense that made the man's expression melt into a delighted grin.

"See? Even she agrees," he sniffed proudly, shooting a triumphant look at Seonghwa.

The general rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, but the fondness in his gaze was unmistakable. "Just because my daughter doesn't know better yet doesn't mean I'll indulge you."

"Your appa's just being mean," Hongjoong murmured softly to Yeonjoo, his voice filled with exaggerated sympathy. The little girl giggled, her laughter bright and clear. "But don't worry, sweetheart. You'll always be godfather's number one."

You shook your head, laughter bubbling in your chest as you watched them. "Honestly, Joong, you're going to spoil her rotten."

"Going to?" Seonghwa quirked a brow, looking amused. "He already has." Then he turned his gaze to you, his eyes softening. "But I think our princess deserves to be spoiled a little, don't you?"

You smiled up at him. "Of course. Only the best for our little girl."

"Well, since I won't be the next one's godfather," Hongjoong said, feigning indifference, "who are you going to pick? Don't tell me you're actually considering one of those blockheads."

You exchanged a knowing look with your husband before turning back to the dressmaker, a playful smile dancing on your lips. "Maybe. Or maybe I have someone else in mind entirely."

As if on cue, Eunsook, your head maid, appeared at the entrance and offered a respectful bow, her smile warm. Right beside her was Miss Kwon, the ever-diligent maternity expert, who immediately stepped forward, carefully guiding you to your feet.

"The guests have arrived, master and mistress," Eunsook announced softly.

Hongjoong sighed dramatically but complied, reluctantly handing Yeonjoo back to her father. "I suppose I should join the rest of those ruffians then," he murmured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the child's cheek before straightening up with a smirk. "See you out there, General and Lady Park."

With one last playful wink, the dressmaker slipped out, leaving the room with a swirl of elegant robes. Your heart fluttered in anticipation, excitement bubbling up within you. You were going to see all your friends again—the people who had become your family over the years.

As Seonghwa cradled your daughter close, his free hand reached for yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. You glanced up at him, smiling softly, and he returned the look, his gaze brimming with unspoken emotions. Together, you made your way toward the hall.

"You look well, my lady. Did the medication I recommended help with your sleep disturbances?" Royal Physician Ahn asked as she approached, her voice gentle yet laced with the attentiveness of a true healer. It was the first chance she'd had to speak with you after the initial rounds of greetings exchanged. You had grown fond of her since meeting her at the royal banquet, and especially so after Mingi had begun openly courting her. Since then, she'd been a constant presence in your life, whether by her own will or by His Majesty's orders, assisting in your care both during the last birth and your current pregnancy.

You nodded warmly, squeezing her hand in return. "It did, Physician Ahn. It worked like magic. I've been sleeping like a baby lately, all thanks to you."

Her shoulders relaxed visibly, and she let out a soft sigh of relief. You couldn't help the grin that tugged at your lips as you leaned closer, your tone turning mischievous. "Congratulations on your engagement, by the way. Who would have thought Officer Song had it in him to win you over, hm?"

A delicate blush painted her cheeks as she stammered, utterly flustered. But before you could tease her further, a tall shadow loomed beside her, and Mingi stepped in, a broad grin spreading across his face as he slid an arm around his fiancée's shoulders. "Now, now, Lady Park, let's not overwhelm her," he chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with affection. "You know she's still not used to all the attention."

"I'm simply complimenting your success, Officer Song," you shot back playfully. "It's not every day someone catches the interest of the Royal Physician."

Mingi's grin widened, but before he could respond, another voice interjected, stealing your attention.

"Look at you, Lady Park. It feels like just yesterday we were celebrating little Yeonjoo's birth, and now, here we are again, awaiting another mini Park. You and the general certainly don't waste time, do you?" Scholar Moon's teasing tone cut through the room as she approached, linked arm-in-arm with her husband, Royal Secretary Choi.

You felt your cheeks flame at the comment, especially when San shot his wife a chiding look and squeezed her arm as if to gently rein her in. "Darling, don't embarrass the lady," he murmured softly, though the amusement in his eyes belied his words.

You tried to sputter a reply, mortified, but before you could get a word out, a familiar warmth appeared at your side. Your husband was suddenly there, his presence solid and reassuring, a small, amused smirk playing at his lips. He looked so effortlessly charming, and it made your heart flutter just looking at him.

"Indeed, we don't waste time," he agreed smoothly, his gaze shifting playfully to Scholar Moon. "But perhaps it's time you and San hurry up and have one of your own as well, Scholar Moon."

Her mouth fell open in shock, eyes widening as she spluttered, "I—! We're not—!"

"I don't think we're quite there yet," Secretary Choi intervened gently, though his strained smile hinted at his own embarrassment. His eyes flicked between you and the general before landing back on his wife, whose face was now a bright shade of red.

Stifling a laugh, you nudged Seonghwa lightly. "Behave, Hwa," you murmured, though your grin betrayed your halfhearted scolding.

"But it's true, isn't it?" he persisted with mock innocence, raising an eyebrow. "Everyone knows San's eager to start a family. Why not make it official?" He cast the secretary's wife a pointed look, making her blush deepen to an alarming shade.

"You—!" she started, but before she could finish, a joyful peal of laughter rang out from across the room. You turned your head just in time to see Investigator Jung cradling Yeonjoo in his arms with his partner hovering close beside him with an adoring look on her face as she watched the two of them.

"Yeonjoo certainly knows how to charm everyone, doesn't she?" Miss Han remarked warmly, her gaze softening as she looked up at the little girl. "Just look at her. She's going to be quite the heartbreaker one day."

Wooyoung chuckled, gently bouncing the child and eliciting a delighted squeal from her. "With parents like these two? There's no doubt about it." He glanced over at you and Seonghwa, his playful expression turning sincere. "Congratulations again, General, Lady Park. Your family is truly blessed."

"Thank you, Wooyoung," you replied softly, watching as your daughter gurgled happily in his arms. Your gaze shifted to Miss Han, her presence calm and grounding beside him. "And I hope it's not long before we're congratulating the two of you as well."

She blushed, her eyes darting to Wooyoung, who just laughed, the sound rich and unburdened. "Perhaps soon," he murmured, a hint of promise in his voice. "But for now, let's focus on celebrating you."

It was then that you caught Miss Ryu's gaze from across the room—her smile brightening the moment your eyes met. Now officially Yunho's wife, she looked radiant as ever as she hurried over, her husband trailing behind her with a knowing grin.

"Oh, you're glowing, my lady. I'm convinced this one's a son," she said, her voice lilting with excitement.

The physician chuckled softly beside her. "She's been saying that for months now," he teased, gently squeezing her shoulder.

You shared a hopeful glance with Seonghwa before turning back to her. "Thank you. We've been hoping for a boy too," you admitted, warmth filling your chest at the thought.

Before anyone could say more, Hongjoong sauntered over, his arm loosely wrapped around his fiancée's back. "I'm sure having a son is nice and all," he scoffed lightly, "but are you positive that's why she's glowing?" His gaze turned mischievous as he leaned forward, clearly fishing for compliments.

Miss Baek's eyes widened, and she gave him a small nudge, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Joong, please…"

But the dressmaker, being himself, merely shot her a wink. He cast a playful look at the physician's wife, who raised a brow in challenge. The teasing rivalry between them was no secret, and it extended to their spouses as well.

"If you think it's your makeup skills making her glow, I'm going to have to scientifically explain to you why it's a lot more than just your artificial tools enhancing her appearance," the herbalist shot back with a laugh, her words soft yet precise. Her analytical nature was showing, and it made Yunho's smile grow wider.

Hongjoong's jaw dropped, feigning outrage. "Excuse me? Are you doubting my artistic abilities, Mrs. Jung?"

Just then, Jongho appeared, his hand linked with Miss Kwon's as they joined the growing circle. He rolled his eyes, already looking exasperated. "Please, don't start. I swear, every time you two are in the same room, it turns into a debate."

You stifled a laugh, shaking your head as you glanced around at the gathered group. Yet, despite the lively chatter and warm company, there was still a lingering sense of something—someone—missing. You found yourself scanning the room again, your heart dipping slightly as you realised that perhaps he truly wasn't coming after all. Maybe the promises of friendship had been nothing more than a polite white lie to comfort you back then. Perhaps…

"Apologies for our tardiness! It felt like the entire city decided to celebrate with us today—the crowds made it nearly impossible for our carriage to get through smoothly."

The deep, familiar voice cut through the air, and everyone's heads whipped around in unison. After a moment of stunned silence, they quickly bowed deeply, voices mingling in a respectful murmur.

"These subjects greet Your Highnesses."

Yeosang and his wife exchanged quick, flustered glances before raising their hands to stop the gesture. "Oh no, please! There's no need for such formality," the newly minted fourth princess said warmly. "We're here as friends today."

It was your first time meeting her, but her grace and kindness were immediately apparent, and you found yourself thinking how perfectly she complemented the prince. Your heart, which had felt heavy just moments ago, lightened at the sight of the couple as they stepped forward to join the circle.

The fourth prince's gaze found yours, and he flashed you a familiar, boyish grin. "I hope we haven't missed too much. Please, let the princess and me know how we can make up for our tardiness."

Your smile softened warmly. "Better late than never, Your Highnesses." You glanced at your husband, a sense of peace washing over you as he gave you a gentle, encouraging nod.

"No need to worry," you continued with a welcoming tone. "You haven't missed anything major. After all, the main event can't truly begin without the new baby's godparents present." The royal couple's eyes widened in surprise at your words, while the rest of your friends cheered.

"And you can make up for being late by accepting the role," General Park added with a teasing smile.

And that is all, folks. This is the final chapter and it officially concludes the TWTHH series. It's a bittersweet feeling to end it; it's undoubtedly one of my proudest creations, but I'm also super excited to finally be able to work on newer things!

Once again, I just want to thank each and every one of you for being with me on this journey. I hope this epilogue was decent! Perhaps some of you might not agree with who I've chosen to be little Park's godfather (but my heart wants what it wants lmfao). Y'all, let me know your thoughts! It'd be awesome if you could share a bit about how you stumbled upon this story and what you liked about it! <3

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Thanks🫶 i love your writing.

I have another idea! So it's a flower shop worker!reader x one of the rookies. So it's like whoever it is goes to the flowers shop tk get flowers for some random thing and falls inlove with reader. So over the next month or so goes to flowershop and is giving anyone flowers, other drivers, family, neighbors. So much it gets to a point where some other rookies stage an 'intervention' where they just go and find out why he is buying so many flowers and it just spirals. But it's like total fluff and ends with the rookie asking out reader for lime coffee?

Thanksss

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Lime Coffee and Peonies

Oliver Bearman x Flowershopowner! Reader

SULI: Hi Dino anon! Thank you so much for the request! I really enjoyed writing this one- it's short and sweet but I believe that's what you wanted- hope you enjoy! — also I never knew lime coffee existed? You learn something new everyday

Warnings: none!

The tiny flower shop on Rue des Iris had the kind of charm that made people slow down when they passed it. Ivy crawled along the edges of the windowpanes, and the air smelled like sunshine and eucalyptus. Oliver Bearman hadn’t meant to stop. He was on his way to grab a protein shake after a sim session when he remembered a team PR event that needed a bouquet. Something for a sponsor. Simple. In and out.

But then he stepped inside and saw you.

You were rearranging lavender stems in a tall vase behind the counter, sleeves rolled up, earbuds in. The little bell over the door jingled, and you looked up. One earbud popped out.

“Wrapped or loose?” you asked with a soft smile, nodding toward the array of flowers behind you.

Oliver blinked. Then blinked again. "Sorry, uh... wrapped? Maybe?"

You tilted your head, amused. “What kind of flowers are you looking for?”

His mouth opened, then closed. “Happy ones. Optimistic. For... uh... a sponsor who smiles a lot.”

You hummed thoughtfully and turned to the yellow tulips. “These are good for optimism. Sunlight in flower form.”

He watched you wrap them carefully, deft hands and a ribbon that matched the tulips perfectly. The whole thing felt oddly cinematic. When you handed the bouquet to him, he stared for a second too long before fumbling for his wallet.

Outside, sitting in the driver’s seat of his car, he looked down at the bouquet and muttered, “Okay, calm down. It was just flowers. Just a florist.”

Three days later, he was back.

He told himself it was because his physio had been extra tense this week, and flowers were scientifically proven to reduce stress.

You were standing on a stool, hanging eucalyptus bundles when he entered. This time, you recognized him.

“Back already?” you asked, a teasing lilt in your voice.

“Yeah. My physio's had a long week. Thought I’d cheer him up.”

You nodded, already leading him to the hydrangeas. “Good choice. Gentle and calming.”

You helped him pick a note card. You even wrote the message he dictated, because his handwriting was, in his words, "basically a doctor’s signature but less professional."

This time, he lingered a bit. You offered him a wrapped chocolate from a jar on the counter. He left chewing it and smiling. And you watched him go.

By week two, he had become a regular.

“These are for Charles. He had a good race.”

“Neighbor’s cat passed away. Apparently she liked daisies."

“Lando and I made a bet. I lost. So I owe him something ridiculous. What says, ‘I hate that you beat me but I respect it’?”

You never pressed. Just smiled and helped him pick the right stems.

But there were moments. Little ones. Like when your fingers brushed over his while handing him a bouquet, and neither of you pulled away immediately. Or when he asked how your morning had been and actually seemed to care.

One day, he came in while you were wiping down the counters. You barely had time to greet him when he placed a takeaway cup in front of you.

“Lime coffee,” he said. “It’s weird. You might hate it. But you also might not."

You blinked, then took it. “Thanks. I’ll try it."

He nodded once, looking like he might say more, but then turned and left, hands shoved in his hoodie pocket.

That night, you drank it. And smiled.

The flower trend didn’t go unnoticed.

Andrea Kimi Antonelli squinted at his phone. “You spent €85 on gladioluses? For who?”

“My cousin. He had a dance recital.”

Arthur Leclerc leaned over the table. “You don’t even have a cousin in Monaco.”

“Maybe it was symbolic,” Jack dohaan added. “We don’t know his life.”

Eventually, after much rookie-level conspiracy, they stormed his hotel suite.

“You have a problem,” Kimi said, holding a spreadsheet.

“That’s an Excel document,” Oliver pointed out.

“Exactly. We crunched the numbers. You’ve bought 19 bouquets in 24 days.”

“You guys need hobbies.”

Arthur stood up. “We’re coming with you. We need to see the florist.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Too late. We’ve already called a cab.”

You looked up to the sound of several guys tripping over the flower shop threshold.

Four of them. All tall. All chaotic. All staring at you.

Oliver trailed behind them, face in hands.

Arthur beamed. “Hi! We’re... his intervention squad.”

Kimi added, “We just wanted to meet the face behind the flowers.”

You looked from Ollie to the boys, amused. “He’s been giving them to everyone but himself.”

Javk whispered, "He's doomed."

You handed Oliver his usual bouquet, subtle blush on your cheeks. He took it with a mumble, clearly dying inside.

When the boys stepped outside, giggling and nudging each other, Ollie lingered.

“Sorry about them,” he said quietly. “They’re... you know.”

“Protective?”

He chuckled. “Annoying, mostly. But yeah. I think they’re just trying to figure out why I keep coming back.”

“And why do you?” you asked, voice softer now.

He looked at you, really looked at you, and smiled. “I think you know.”

Later that afternoon, after his friends had been lured away by a nearby gelato stand, Oliver returned.

You were tying up a bouquet for the display window when he cleared his throat.

“I didn’t actually come in for flowers today,” he said.

You glanced up, heart weirdly thudding.

“I just… wanted to see you. And maybe ask if you’d want to go out for a lime coffee with me sometime.”

You didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, you reached for a single daisy, tied a green ribbon around it, and handed it to him.

“Only if you stop buying flowers for everyone but me.”

He grinned, cheeks flushed. You reached up and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

He stood still for a moment, hand coming up to where your lips had touched.

“I’ll take that as a yes?”

You nodded. “Definitely.”

The next evening, just after you locked the shop, you turned to find Oliver waiting outside with two takeaway cups.

He looked nervous but thrilled.

“I didn’t know if you’d actually like lime coffee,” he said, offering one to you. “But I figured I’d give it another shot.”

You took it, letting your fingers brush his.

“You remembered how I take it?”

He nodded. “Of course. And... peonies, right? You said once they were your favorite.”

You sipped your drink and smiled. “Sunlight in flower form.”

He looked at you like you were exactly that.

And just before you stepped away, you leaned in again—another kiss on the cheek.

This time, he didn’t stop smiling the whole way home.

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