groovycreatormughoagie

[groovycreatormughoagie]

SIDE STORY: Song From The Soul || Rumi X Reader

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Note: Side story parts for Mira and Zoey are already in progress. Posting it until I finish the next chapter of the main series.

Tip: Ignore the lyrics and read the scenario happening if you have the music playing— if it helps <3

Warning: Song Fic / Established Relationship (Rumi x Reader) / use of swear word once (I think) / use of "Y/N" / not edited / not proofread thoroughly

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A livestream was announced on Y/N’s account that people immediately flocked to, already questioning the title of the live.

“Very Special Announcement LIVE”

You smiled at the camera as the view count climb higher, waving at eager messages from fans— they were technically Huntr/x fans, but a handful seemed to adore you along with the girls. Many are supporters of you and Rumi’s relationship together after the public announcement.

“Hello, everyone.” You greet with a chuckle, “I know this isn’t like me to suddenly stream live, but the girls aren’t home yet and I figured why not get this over with?"

A familiar username caught your eye that made you smile, “I hope you all enjoy this small song I made about a special someone while you all watch a video I started stitching together months ago. You already know who she is and how special she is to me.”

You pull up your guitar and the worn notebook filled with scratched off lyrics, notes, and tweaks in the pages.

Fans freaked out at the realization you were going to sing live! No one ever heard you sing besides a joking one with Zoey’s stream rapping poorly.

Switching the screen to share your interface that showed the video you edited together for this grand gesture for your girlfriend. Then you plucked your guitar strings and began your own performance as the video played for the audience.

===( Now Playing: Understand - Keshi )===

Never thought that I'd find

That the one in my life would be so near

And now you're here

The video starts in your POV. Mainly clips and candid videos of Rumi. Her and the girls performing up on stage and then behind in the backstage where she was grinning at the camera after the concert, waving her hands up to her chest as she walked to you, making funny faces at your camera.

I got you, you got me

When it's us, babe, you make me feel complete

You're all I need

The scene fades to the dance studio, the trio all exhausted from practice and practically laid down flat on the wooden floors. Your hand popped on the corner of the screen, holding a water bottle to the sweaty idol. She looks up and smiles bright, the studio lights contouring her face nicely under their bright glow as she reaches up and take the water with a grateful smile.

Ooh, ooh

Maybe we can try it if you let me

Take you by the hand

You're the only one who understands

The POV changes to secretly recorded clips of your dates around in public. Each frame were pictures from coffees, books, feeding stray cats, and visiting an aquarium. It transitioned to a video of you two hand-holding as you two strolled down a boardwalk, watching seagulls that Rumi points out with a laugh, but your eyes never left her face. Admiring her more than the world around the two of you. Eyes softening its gaze when the sunlight made her marks glow ever so elegantly with iridescent shimmer. Your own marks pulsing their own faint glow in reciprocation to her own happiness.

So I guess that it's time

I asked you to be mine for all my days

I hope you'll stay

Then a small clip of you giving yourself a pep-talk to the camera, smiling nervously as you held a bouquet of flowers and a boxed present in your arms.

"I'm finally going to ask her to be my girlfriend! Wish me luck, future us!"

The gifts in your arms were recognized by fans as Rumi posted about it after your public announcement of your relationship, saying how it was your gift when you asked her out to be officially together.

I'll admit that I'm scared

'Cause I've never really cared as much as this

It's worth the risk

The video showed a montage of time lapses. Each one shows how devoted you are to your work as a bodyguard, but also how you spent nights writing and spilling your heart out for the girl in secret before you had the courage to ask her. Your old self grinned bright at the camera with each success of your projects and progress of many handcrafted gifts you present to Rumi on birthdays or events.

"This one represents a turtle we helped on the beach-"

"She saw a concept art she really liked, and I decided to make it for her-" "It's a little crooked, but I'm hoping she won't mind-" "This one is a callback of our second date-" "This night lamp just reminds me of her-"

"All of this is worth it... She's worth everything..."

You flash a weary smile at the camera, tired but proud of your words. The bags under your eyes were enough evidence of how much you truly cared, making her a personalized present each time, never failing to show how vulnerable and sentimental you are when it involves her.

Ooh, ooh

Maybe we can try it if you let me

Take you by the hand

You're the only one who understands

Ooh, ooh, ooh

The clip fades to a serene garden view, golden hour that peeked through leaves and foliage. It kept fading through clips of flowers and wisterias, then to the two of you. Dancing in the middle of it like nothing else mattered. A slow and intimate sway that held no pattern or counting like what she’s used to, just you and her falling to step synced into one.

Ooh, ooh

Maybe we can try it if you let me

Take you by the hand

You're the only one who understands

The video fades into you on your knee holding up a ring to Rumi, a soft smile plastered on your face of pure adoration at the girl in front of you. She takes the ring and leaps into your arms, crying, as the two of you fall into the clovers and dandelions below, laughing with joy—caught faintly by the camera, the laughter and giggles fading as the video ends to a black screen.

==( End Song )==

The video presentation was closed and your face returned on the screen, squinting as you navigate the controls for the live.

“Oh, there we go.” You chuckle, leaning back and patting your guitar. “Did you guys liked it?”

Everyone in the chat was freaking the fuck out. From happy congratulations and sobbing emojis, to frantic and bewildered questions of you two being engaged.

[QuacksDuck4] "I'M SOBBING!"

[1stRumiF4N] "IS THIS FOR REAL?!"

[DramaLlama] "WAITTT I'M NOT READY PLSSS!"

[BurgerBitesYoAss] "YOU CANNOT JUST DROP THE NEWS LIKE THAT!!"

[HuntrixRHawt] "WHEN'S THE WEDDING?!"

“I had permission to announce it.” You stated with a cheeky grin towards the camera, eyes scanning the chat for the specific username again. “She didn’t tell me how I should do it though, so why not do it the Y/N way?”

The door opens and came in was Derpy with Sussy on its head. Behind them was your one and only girlfriend, now fiancée and who you cannot wait to marry.

“Hey.” You greet all innocently, petting the tiger while the magpie perched on your head.

“You five had fun outside?” You asked as you put away your notebook and guitar. Rumi sat next to you and let out a soft laugh.

“Yes. The girls and I used this big guy here as a sled. Very fun, I’d recommend.”

Derpy just purrs and plops its big body on the bed behind you. We laugh and read some comments on the livestream.

“You told them already?” The idol asked with curiosity as she watched the congratulations on the screen fly by with great speeds.

“Mhm! I promise I didn’t do anything weird.” She squints at you with suspicion.

“What did you do?”

“You’ll just have to wait until the VOD is up or the internet blows it trending.” You giggle, as your marks shimmered mischievously while poking her nose, which made her grumble and gently swat your hand away.

“Fineee,” she rolls her eyes with a smile before pecking your cheek, then stands up, “let’s go eat lunch. We brought takeouts on the way here.”

She walks out while you called out to her, “be right there!”

You turn your head back to the camera and grinned bright. “I hope she likes it, everyone. Credits to Zoey and Mira helping me with the videos too, they don't know about this video. They just thought I'm making a compilation video."

The username you kept looking out for pops out again and made you smile at the comment attached to it.

[BobbyBestDadManager]: “I can’t wait for the ceremony! You’re doing amazing, sweetheart!”

You just chuckled at the absurdity of it all, how your life came to be. “Thanks, Bobby. I’ll make sure you’re flown here for the arrangements too. I want you to be included to everything of this special milestone. Honorary dad."

A small wave was all you gave the camera with a warm smile, “thank you everyone for sticking around.” You leaned close and whispered to the mic, “make sure to mention and spam Rumi’s account for this stream! Hehehe! Byeee!”

>—{ The Livestream Has Ended} }—<

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I couldn’t post a new chapter of the KPDH X Reader series yet because I write the chapters as I watch the movie over and over again. So bear with this side story instead <3 I PROMISE I'LL FEED YOU ALL THE MAIN COURSE MEAL! BEAR WITH THE APPETIZERS FOR A WHILE

Chapter 5 will be long, unless you guys want me to cut it up into decently lengthened parts.

I literally have no idea how I wrote this or how this came to be when I was going to bed last night.

Btw— Still figuring out the dividers and pictures thingies

(I'm not gonna tag people on this post because I don't know if y'all are interested getting notifs for fillers and side stories or if you guys just want the main series. Let me know okay? ❤)

[groovycreatormughoagie]

K-Pop Demon Hunters X Reader 4

Surprise! Your Bodyguard is a Brick Wall with a Smile.

Now you see— I have my reasons why the reader calls her shark friend ‘Bubby’. Also, I’ll be semi-following the movie timeline, but I’ll improvise the montage of ‘TAKEDOWN’ and then maybe a post-movie.

Warnings: Explicit Language

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Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 //

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Back in your tiny apartment, you dropped face-first into your scratchy sofa, just wanting to melt into the worn cushion.

Tick...

Tick...

Tick...

“….HOLY SHIT SHE’S PART DEMON!” You jolted up, jumping around like there was fire everywhere before abruptly freezing in place.

“Holy shit she’s part demon…” a groan escaped your lips as you slumped back on your sofa with a stressed sigh, head pressed against your palms.

You took Bubby out of your shirt pocket and set him on the coffee table in front of you, staring at him like you’re in a meeting.

“This is serious, Bubby. It’s not just about the Honmoon this time. We have a demon-ish demon hunter with no experience with this type of situation! And I doubt Celine knew how to handle that if she’s raised under her guidance.” A salty scoff left your lips as you crossed your arms and slouched back on the sofa.

“…not after what she did to me.” Your hand subconsciously reached and grazed the collar of your polo shirt.

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“Why won’t you listen to me?!”

“I said stop!”

“CELINE!!”

SHHK-!

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BZZ

BZZ

You snap your eyes awake, startled by the buzz of your phone. You wipe your face off with your palms, trying to rid yourself of the cold sweat as you answer the incoming call after taking deep breaths to calm down.

“Hello?”

“Good evening, is this Ms. (Y/N)?” You swallow and nod, steadying your voice.

“Yes, that’s me. Who’s calling?”

“Oh! Good! I’m Bobby, Huntr/x’s manager.”

You calmed slightly at the boisterous man’s voice, amused how your shark friend and the hunters’ manager’s names are similar.

“What do I owe for such a call?”

A chuckle came from the other line before Bobby spoke again, “My team and I sifted through many candidates that would fit the role of being the girls’ personal guard. If you heard from the internet or news, we had to cancel the promo concert due to confidential reasons… But the fan outrage is quite worrying, and so we’re seeking out more security for the girls’ safety, you came on top of the list!”

“I got the job?”

“Yes! Congratulations, you are hired! Please head to the address I will send you before 7 AM tomorrow to start. Any questions so far?”

“No, no. Not right now, maybe when we talk in person. Thank you, I’ll be sure to arrive early. Thank you again.” The call ended with a friendly goodbye, and silence is welcomed once more.

[[============ With Huntr/x ============]]

Rumi returns to the penthouse still shaken and wide-eyed, her gaze landing on Mira and Zoey, already waiting for her sitting idly on their long table. The two were relieved from worry about where Rumi had run off to when she returned unharmed. Zoey already stood up and walked next to their leader, Mira following as the two rested a reassuring hand on Rumi’s shoulder and back.

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The spoon just mindlessly stirred the chicken soup as Rumi had no appetite, when guilt is the one starting to eat her up.

“I… I’m sorry about the show." Her eyes couldn’t meet the two when she apologized,

“Rumi, it’s okay.” Zoey interrupts with a soft smile, leaning forward to assure her, the optimism never faltering, “I’m sure everything will be fine. Bobby can handle it.”

Zoey’s phone buzzes her snazzy ringtone with Bobby’s picture on her screen as he calls. The bubbly girl answers the call with their iconic “Hi, Bobby!” greeting.

“Girls, I can’t handle this!” Bobby’s panicked voice muffled out the phone’s speakers,

“There's thousands of disappointed fans, and the network is losing their minds—“ he cuts himself off with a deep breath, Rumi already deflating in guilt and disappointment in herself.

“Okay, this is why you pay me 3%… Okay, back off!“ the manager started fighting with someone on the other line, defending the girls from what they can only assume are more fans. “My girls will sing when they’re ready!”

Mira cut the call with a firm press on the end button, giving Zoey a subtle scolding look while the youngest looked slightly apologetic since the call only made their leader’s feelings about this incident worse.

“It’s okay. We can reschedule another live show within days.” The lead dancer of the group blurts out to reassure Rumi in hopes it will comfort her, and avoid shouldering unnecessary pressure from a normal pre-performance occurrence.

“I… I don’t know if that’s going to be possible.” Rumi spoke softly, hand fidgeting with the worn bell inside her pocket, “My voice, it’s in trouble.”

The confession left Mira and Zoey in shock and confusion as they glanced at each other, “Wait, in trouble?” They looked back at Rumi, “Then why did you push up the ‘Golden’ release?”

“Because we’re so close, and… it’s… so… important.” This was a problem, and the trio knows it.

“Okay, how do we handle this?” Zoey spoke up with a tense smile and worry in her eyes, “What do we tell the fans?”

She turned to Rumi, “Maybe we should call Celine?” The rapper hesitantly suggested while nodding, but Mira denies it. “We know what she’d say, Zoey.”

“Oh! Right, right. Hehe- *ahem*” She clears her throat and starts mimicking their mentor’s phrase.

“We are Hunters—“ Mira joins in, “—Voices strong. Your faults and fears must never be seen.” The two giggled along with the lighthearted joke, Rumi’s eyes envying how casual and carefree they are with each other.

“You sound exactly like her.” Mira teased with a quirked brow and smirk on her lips, Zoey giggling and gently elbows Mira on the arm. “Yeah, that’s exactly how she says it.”

Then they immediately switch up their playful teasing, turning to Rumi with tense panic.

“No, but that’s what we’re gonna do. We gotta hide it and fix it.”

“Yeah, but for sure we have to hide it. Mm-hm.”

Their leader’s expression was unreadable, though her eyes were melancholy.

“Rumi, why don’t we take a break?” Zoey proposes another suggestion to help with the problem, “We’ll skip the Idol Awards this year and—“

“No. No way.” Rumi interrupted with disagreement, “It’s our most important show.” She held her hands out as if to emphasize how much of a great deal this is.

“It’s when we strengthen the Honmoon for the entire year. We can’t skip it. We just can’t.” Her voice was firm, but it was evidently dripping with desperation that both Zoey and Mira couldn’t figure out.

“Not when I’m so close…” Her two bandmates gave each other a look of worry for their leader, realizing just how much this meant for Rumi.

Zoey reaches over and rests a hand on the distraught girl’s shoulder, “Hey, we’ll get through this.” Eyes filled with hope and optimism, her gaze meets Rumi’s distraught ones. “We can get through anything. Together.”

Rumi sighs, still worried but much more relaxed than she initially was.

“Okay. We have two weeks to fix Rumi’s voice. Any ideas?” Mira is already looking at Zoey for solutions since the girl is already brimming with creativity and ideas.

“I do have one idea~”

“Just one?” The tallest of the group smirked, reading her like an open book, “Actually, 57!” She geeked out, in which Mira rolls her eyes endearingly, “But let’s start with my favorite! Don’t worry, it’s totally legit!” She states with a naively placed passionate belief while the fashion icon Mira just watched her eagerness with amusement.

The phone in Zoey’s hand lights up with a text from Bobby, unlocking her device and reading it.

“Huh, that’s weird. Bobby said he wants us to meet someone tomorrow morning.” The smallest informs the two as she texts Bobby with confirmation that she and the girls are informed.

“What? Who? That wasn’t in our schedule?” Rumi asked midway through eating her chicken soup.

Mira shrugs with an eye roll, “Maybe a sponsor? Regardless, we can just get it over with and head for this totally legit idea Zoey prepped after.”

The trio nods in agreement at the logical decision, eating their meals in the quiet atmosphere.

[[============ switch back ============]]

As you walk to the address given by Bobby, all your brain could put together was— ‘How fucking rich are these three?? They have their own Avengers tower, wtf…’

Either way, you head inside to meet up with their manager.

“Good morning. I’m here for Bobby?” You held out your phone to show the guard a code that Bobby sent. He nods and lets you inside the building.

“He’ll be down in a moment.”

You gave him a polite nod before stepping inside. Looking around the interior of the clearly expensive penthouse, you nod in appreciation at the quality and build of the place.

“These three are the most loaded out of other generations…” you mutter under your breath, “well, if inflation didn’t fuck up-“

“Ms. (Y/N)?” A voice called you from behind,

“Oh, that’s m—“ your words stopped the moment you turned around and your gaze fell downwards to meet a very charming chubby man. One thing and one thing only that was running in your head.

‘…human Bubby?’

Your imagination compared the manager and your shark’s features; the hair strand curved down his face was definitely similar to Bubby’s damaged dorsal fin.

‘I’ll flood the underworld and douse Gwi-Ma’s ass for this man.’

“I’m Bobby. We talked on the phone last night about you filling in the position of personal bodyguard?”

You reached out and shook his hand and gave a polite smile, “Yes, I remember. I hope it’s alright for me to come in with casual clothing? It’s been cold the past few weeks.”

“Oh no, that’s fine. Outside of media, you’re free to wear any comfortable attire, but you’re required to wear your own tailored uniform on events with the girls.”

You followed Bobby to an elevator, listening attentively with a smile, eyes sparkling with adoration— cuteness aggression towards this man who looks similar to your shark friend that’s still hitching a ride in your shirt pocket. (The majority of your clothes have sewn-on front pockets for Bubby.)

The elevator reached the top, Bobby still talking about your role while walking with you following in tow like an eager guard dog puppy. Leaning down to peek into the screen of Bobby's phone he's attempting to show me.

"We'll start signing more contracts later, but for now let's meet the three you'll be protecting." Bobby beamed as he waved to the trio unwinding on their couch, "I'd like you three to meet someone."

The three turned their heads- Rumi flinching in disbelief at the familiar face before masking it back with a quiet cough before they stood up, walking over and bowing in greeting with polite smiles.

"Meet your new personal guard! Se's here to protect you almost 24/7!"

You stood there, swallowed up in your plump hoodie, hand raised and flashing the trio an endearing smile.

"Nice to meet you three. I will do my best to fill that role to everyone's safety and satisfaction."

"WHAT?!" "EXCUSE ME?!" "HUH?!"

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As always, feel free to tell me corrections or basically almost anything regarding the fic. I'm still figuring things out with this platform. Are there more color options for the texts? If so, how tf do I do that?

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Tags: @tundra1029 @chaoticfivesworld

(Do I have to manually put in tags?? How does this work?)

[groovycreatormughoagie]

K-Pop Demon Hunters X Reader 3

Yay! Another part for this fic that people seem to like so far! Let me just- *feeds y'all crumbs*

Warning: Use of (Y/N), Rumi has a slight panic attack, Reader acting like a Deadpool knock off with her personality.

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Part 1 / Part 2

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You’re tired…

Your muscles screaming…

Your jaw already sore from tearing demon flesh, hands dusted with ashes from every demon slain…

Sweaty as can be, you laid on a rooftop somewhere to catch your breath. Despite being efficient and swift like a shark in water, you still need to breathe.

“I think… that’s all of… it… hahhh…” arms splayed like a starfish, you stare up at the Honmoon you kept mending the whole night from each rip and tear. You held out your hand in front of your face and sigh in relief when the purple tint retreats along with the claws, leaving just your still tinted human skin with your hidden demon marks.

“I want a bed to sleep in or a comfy couch, I’m not picky about it if it means finally getting rest. Right, Bubby?”

You went to pat your chest for the familiar worn fabric of your shark friend, only to find your front pocket empty. You froze, patting on the pocket like it was a dream before you bolt up in a panic and looked around, demonic features returned in an instant.

“Bud? Bubby?!” When your gaze lands on a small familiar lump in the alley below, you jumped off without hesitation and crouched beside it. Picking it up between your palms and apologize profusely as you dust the little guy off.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t notice you slipped out. Maybe I should clip you somewhere on me…”

Your moment was cut off when the Honmoon pulses magenta again, a little more powerful than what you’ve been dealing with all day and night. Tucking Bubby back into your shirt pocket, you drew your chains and head to the source of the pulse.

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Finding a figure on a rooftop, you wasted no time to pounce—

“Ah!”

The yelp caught you off guard and you rolled on to the rooftop surface, already in a guarded stance.

“Odd noise for a de….” Your words died from your tongue the moment you looked up and saw no demon— not entirely, but a face that held familiarity from your memories. “…Ryu?”

Rumi flinched, hand out for defense and blade aimed straight for your head. She shook out of it and launched with a battle cry, swinging her blade skillfully with the intention to end you.

“WOAH! Hey! Wait!! Not a monster— EEK!” You squeaked, ducking down to dodge when she swiped right towards your face, your hair wasn’t spared though.

“Let! Me! Speak! Woman!” You yelped with every dodge until you disarmed her and threw her weapon far away from her reach.

“I don’t speak with demons!” Rumi hissed, hands still held up for combat, while you stood there panting like an old woman holding on to your knees like you ran twice around the world.

“Yeesh, Celine definitely taught you if you got that mentality…” you wheezed out, stand up and coughing while you catch your breath. “Can we like- talk normally? No tricks, just talk…”

“And why would I do that?” A scoff from the idol was clear she wasn’t humoring a demon who tried sneaking up on her earlier.

“Right, I’m guessing the look is freaking you out a tad bit? Let me just-“ you smooth out your hair and clothes, marks gone, fangs no more, eyes natural and claws none but a well-manicured set of nails. “Is this better?”

Rumi stared, flabbergasted at the transformation in front of her. Her world shaken from the display.

“What… are you?” You held up a hand to stop her,

“Before that, are you okay?” Voice laced with concern, your eyes drifted to her marks that pulsed with an angry glow, crawling up to her neck. “If the Honmoon rippled that hard, something’s up…”

The idol instinctively covers her shoulders, snatching her forgotten jacket from the floor and put it on. “Nothing’s happening, everything’s fine.”

You roll your eyes at that, hand on your hips as the other motions towards her, “yeah- and Celine deserves a ‘most caring mentor’ award.” The sarcasm was thick at the diss towards your former friend.

You rub you temple and sigh heavy, looking up at Rumi with tired eyes that barely held open from fatigue and hours of nonstop hunting for each demon that crawled out the seams of the Honmoon.

“Sorry, the uh.. my memories with Celine still stung. Didn’t mean to be rude.” The apology was sincere though a bit awkward. “I’m just trying to help… been helping each generation of hunters actually.”

Another rift appeared next to you in which you stitched back up with haste, grunting at the poor quality of your work.

Rumi gasped in realization, “you’re the one fixing the Honmoon tears!” Her face went through five different emotions at once before landing on disbelief.

“We thought we’re just paranoid when heading out to fight demons after a signal another tear happened, but then we get to the place and there was nothing!” She points an angry finger at you.

“you’re the one that made us question ourselves if we were just stressed out and seeing things!” She summons her weapon again and began haphazardly attacking you with less precision.

“Woah! What-!? Chill out!” You kept backing away with your hands up, slipping under her blade with each swing. “I was helping!”

“You-!”

Your eyes widened, hand shooting out a flash of needle that made her drop the sword and the needle swiftly restrained her with glowing threads.

“Breathe…” you whispered with concern, eyes soft and defenses down. “You’re okay, just breathe..” your bottom lip was caught between your teeth as you watch her marks peek out her outfit, slowly crawling up her face.

Rumi struggled, eyes were in a panic as she squirmed in the restraining threads. She could hear her blood rushing, her mark burning.

“Look look look! Eyes on me, Ryu— I- mean Ru- Rumi? Yeah, Rumi’s your name, right?” You called out, hands waving to keep her attention on you instead of her panicking at the state of her marks. “Look at the weird demon with a goofy shark! Look! Woohoo! See? Derpy shark! His name is Bubby!”

You shook your tiny shark friend like you’re trying to grab a dog’s attention with a chew toy, your human appearance shifted to a similar version of her current state. Her eyes was focused on you in confusion and still panic as her breathing gradually relaxed.

“That’s it, look at me and Bubby.” You nod reassuringly with a smile, “it goes away, see?” you held out your arm to the side and showed her how your mark shrinks back up to your shirt. You're trying to make her copy you.

While Rumi’s eyes were glued on to your disappearing demon marks, your eyes were heavily concerned and focused on hers, a smile creeping up your lips as her marks faded until she was calmed.

Once she was breathing fine and seemed to regain her surroundings, you release her from her confinement of threads with a snap of a finger that dispersed the restraints. You take a cautious step forward, hands out to show you mean no harm. “Can you hear good?” The question was asked with genuine concern.

She nods,

“Breathing okay?”

Rumi takes a deep breath before nodding again,

“What about your eyes? Can you see clearly? What about this? How many fingers am I holding?” You relaxed and unfortunately began rambling like you always do, holding your fingers up for her to guess before your head snaps to the shark on your front pocket.

“What? I’m trying to make sure she didn’t lose any important abilities like seeing, Bubby.”

“…”

“I am not rambling!”

You began arguing with the shark, forgetting about the hunter in front of you who just stared with conflicted emotions.

She was confused, you were a demon but you’re helping seal other demons? Maybe you got something going on which is why you’re arguing with an inanimate shark…

She looked back at you only to witness gasp like the shark cussed your entire heritage.

…or …maybe you’re just crazy.

“—and can you blame me for my methods? I’m not a licensed therapist, bud. I- okay- I’m sorry for shaking you so vigorously.” You held the shark in your hands, kissing its head after you apologized.

“Um, excuse me?”

You snapped back to reality that you were not alone and in fact under the presence of one of the newest hunters that could easily poof your with her blade.

“Oh right, reality.” You clear your throat and turned back to Rumi, putting Bubby back into your shirt pocket.

“Who exactly are you? You said you have history with Celine..?” She squints her eyes at you as she crossed her arms, “ex-lover or something?”

“WHAT?! Ew! No! Blegh! Why would you even assume that?!” You began heaving and gagging at the false assumption from her, even wiping your tongue on the side like you ate raw onions.

“Well, I’m sorry! You jumped out here ready to stab me, a literal demon… something- whatever you are!” She motions to your figure, “making comments about Celine, sewing up the Honmoon rifts, somehow knowing about my mom’s name, and you’re arguing with a toy!”

A pout replaced your awkward smile, hands holding Bubby’s ‘ears’. “Did Celine not teach you manners? Calling Bubby a toy when he’s been a friend to me.”

Rumi’s earlier anger fades as she realizes it was getting them nowhere. “Alright, you’re a demon—“

“—and human!”

“…right, and human. But- so- who are you?!”

You sigh and clear your throat, smoothing your ruined clothes before kneeling on one knee with your hands respectfully at your chest and back, like a royal guard serving the empress of a palace.

“I walk this realm with untethered fate, watched through generations of love and hate. I step on both the timeless plane and blasted fields, an enigma with the power to exist in between. I am the call when hunters are out of reach, the shield protecting those who are in need. I’m the hunters’ whistle, I end what couldn't be.”

The air held a feeling of ethereal atmosphere, like an ancient presence blessed Rumi with its importance. She stared speechless to see you kneeling in front of her like a loyal subject.

You then hopped up on your feet with a bright grin and childishly shook Rumi’s hand with great enthusiasm. “But! You can just call me (Y/N)! Nice to meet a fellow hunter in person! Gotta say that your songs are fantabulous! Lyrics, visual and sound are so good!”

Rumi blinked and wiped her hand on her jacket once you let her go and started rambling again.

“That reminds me, don’t you have a show tonight?” Your beaming smile falls when you remembered her marks earlier, “ah right. So um… you should probably cancel that and head home…” your voice was soft, concerned.

“I’m sure your friends are worried about you.” You toss her an old bell, The purple-haired hunter caught it in her hand and inspected it. It looked cheap and worn out, it wasn’t any special, just looked like one of those bells from a pet’s collar.

“Ring me up if you and your friends are in trouble.” You shrug with a smile, “or if you just want someone to talk to about your… our situation.” The demon marks on your skin glowed for a moment before you fall back off a ledge of the rooftop and disappear in a flash of smoke.

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I am not that well informed with Korean culture or their folklore and legends if anyone can tell so far. Feel free to call me out on any mistake or inconsistencies in the story that I could fix and correct.

Should I keep the colors in?

Also, here's Bubby~

Our dirty little guy~

(I can't draw digital) Bubby's a keychain originally, but the string gave out and now he's just chilling in our pocket everytime.

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K-Pop Demon Hunters X Reader 2

Didn't expect people to like a barely thrown together story from scrap ideas stored in my messy head, but sure uhh here you go? I made this one two hours after the last post when I got bored watching a movie and the thoughts came running.

Warning: like the last post, this is also made on the whim.

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It took three days, but you’re all set. Calling in favors from old connections, meeting them in person with an explanation of how you are the daughter of their friend- the former personal guard of the Sunlight Sisters. All gave their condolences saying how your ‘mother’ was a great person. Smoothly with several years of experience under your belt, you negotiated and build your reputation from the ground up.

Now you’re just waiting to be picked on becoming the personal guard of Huntrix…

....while devouring several servings of every food in an all-you-can-eat barbecue buffet, that you can now afford as your visits came fruitful when some offered you varying gifts from food to money.

“Human food has never tasted so good..” You mumbled under your breath in delight after tearing slices of cooked beef apart with your teeth.

While you are indeed a demon, you’re only a quarter human. Every abilities are limited and requires a source to pull from instead of your dwindling soul, so you stock up on thousands of calories- even though it barely fills you, it helps to protect your human side.

“Ooh, this is tender. Here, try some.” Cutting off a small piece of the cooked beef into a tiny saucer, you slid it on the table in front of your shark friend. It just sits there with its derpy eyes staring at the plate and the ceiling at the same time. (I kinda wanna draw this little guy and the little guy needs a name)

People stared– discreetly or not, they looked as if you’re crazy for eating at the buffet alone and talking to a shark toy that’s on the table. You’re sat in a corner since you enjoy privacy, no customer came to take the table anywhere near you. You paid no mind since you’re just here to fill your greedy void of a stomach so you can get back to work being the hunters’ shield once again.

The crack and crunch of lobster and other crustaceans on your plate was satisfying to your ears, slurping up the tender and creamy meats from crab limbs, lobster tail and claws, and prawns. You were like a starved carnivore tearing each flesh on your plate and grill, of course you give tiny pieces to the little before you gobble up the food, it’s rude to not share with your best friend.

“Okay- *crunch* *crunch* let’s plan ahead.” You spoke as you ate, wiping your greasy hands on a damp towel before pulling out your notebook, cursing slightly when a photo fell off the table. You snatch it back up, delicately wiping it with gentle touches of a tissue before putting it back in between the pages.

“We got our papers, our story, our needed connections, and enough money for us to survive for like three months if we don’t splurge.” You write it down, gulping down your free iced tea then putting more meats on the grill to cook while you’re writing.

“The story needs to be more in-depth though, people ask questions… what do you think?” Pointing the pen at the shark who says nothing but stare at the food and ceiling.

“…”

“We can’t go with the adoption route since our old connections already know our face as our old identity’s daughter.”

“…”

“Right… humans need another human to create a new one. Can we go with the deadbeat dad story?”

“…”

“I mean, I already live in spite of Gwi-Ma. Technically he’s like my dad in a way I guess? I did stole a bit of his fruity-ass colored flames.” You give the shark a wry smile.

“…”

“Okay- it was more than a bit.” The shark kept staring. Despite it not really moving, it felt like it was judging you.

“…”

“Alright, I stole like- a burning log and ran away with it.” You grumbled, arms crossed as if you were called out by the shark.

“But seriously, I don’t think it’s a bad idea to go with the story of my ‘mother’ falling for a man, who got greedy and left her to raise me on my own, living somewhere remote before she got ill and passed- in which I moved out and lived on my own for years, did physically laborious work to earn money to survive which became a routine then a lifestyle- until it became my life up until I started applying for security jobs which landed me on bodyguard duties that now has me!! as the most recommended person when someone is in need of protection from the public chaos or threats in general!” You panted after rapidly spewing your idea to your shark, grin on your face as you waited for approval.

The shark stared before it plopped on its side on to a plate of lettuce, your grin dropped to a pout. “That’s just rude. Falling asleep when I just pitched in the greatest idea I had yet?” A scoff escapes your lips before you wrote down what you practically rapped at your shark friend.

“Think it would’ve worked if I played as an actress?” Your eyes peeked up from your notebook and just watched the shark lay sideways on the plate of lettuce. “…I wish I was you right now, just ‘no thoughts, head empty’ and sleep when I can.” A sigh of envy came from your lips before you grabbed the tongs and flipped the meats you put on the grill.

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*BURRRRRP!*

“Whoo, okay-“ with a satisfied sigh, you picked your teeth with a toothpick as you left the buffet- perhaps with the owner crying in their storage room from the loss of so much expensive food eaten by one person.

“Let’s book a hotel.” You tell your shark friend who’s hitching a ride on your front shirt pocket as always. “We can enjoy our life a bit until the call.”

You look down at the shark and wiped its face with a tissue, “you’re a slobber when you eat.” The shark just looked at you with its derpy eye.

Passing through a dark alleyway, five strays all snarled and crept closer from the shadows with hunger in their eyes. You just stared bored at the minimal threat before smiling eerily at the mutts, fangs out with eyes slitted as a warning that made the five dogs scamper away in fear with yelps and whimpers.

“…”

“…”

You sucked in a breath and scratched your head, “Aaaaiiisshh… I’m not an animal person but it would’ve been nice to have someone or something respond to me when I talk.”

“…”

“I still like you, bud. But still, is it bad for me to get like a cat or a bird? Ooooh, what about a crow?”

You yapped about having animal companions on the way to a hotel to stay in for the week, bantering and fighting with the inanimate shark like it was taunting you.

“What about a turtle? I can just dress it up in spiky armor and throw it at bad guys— woah there!” You chuckle with a snarl, hand out and gripping the throat of a demon that tried assassinating you in the alleyway.

“Gwi-Ma already throwing a tantrum and sending his leeches after me? How romantic~ Be a good messenger will you?"

You toss the demon up and pointed your fingers at it with a—

“…Bang.”

The demon explodes and it dispersed into demonic glitters back under the Honmoon.

You stared blankly as the particles disappear, turning to the rift before smirking when a purple hue peeked through. Raising a hand and wiggling your fingers in a mocking goodbye, the tear closed with a swipe of your hand in a quick zipping motion, though you frown when you notice the severity of the Honmoon’s seams. Even with your efforts stitching up every holes poked by Gwi-Ma, it’s not holding on for long.

“It’s gonna fall apart…” a shaky breath came with trembling hands, you shook it off and steel yourself back up. Patting your chest and squishing your shark friend to help ground yourself. “Look’s like we’re not getting any rest on a bed, buddy…”

You look up and followed the magenta pulse of the Honmoon towards another demon tear.

“The hunters are busy, we can help clean up. Those girls don’t need this kind of heavy pressure on their shoulders yet.” You stated firmly to the shark, smiling weakly at it. “Keep me human, yeah?” After a secure and affectionate pat on its head, you scaled the wall of an apartment complex and stood on the roof.

Skin as dark as the night with lingering glow of purple hues, you dispersed into your demon self and pounced forth on roofs to let loose protecting people from stray demons. Claws and fangs tearing each one apart, silent as a ghost before anyone or anything could even notice. You’re a ghost, a guardian, a shield when the hunters are out of reach, you’re a phantom, the echo, the silence.

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I still have nothing concrete set for this story, but thanks for being invested either way. I'm still hung up on if it will be romantic or platonic with the Huntrix group.

(Only platonic relationship towards Saja Boys, sorry to disappoint those who want Saja Boys X Reader— but I feel like I have to dive deep for fics revolving around the girls and not the demon boys lol. So I'm contributing a random fic to the girl kissers lurking around to be delulu like me fr.)

I have yet to give this a title, but any constructive criticism/feedbacks/advices are welcome as always. Let me know if I should flesh out the parts/whole story better.

Just a heads up, this might turn into slow-burn depending on how it goes and if I held back my yapping.

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K-Pop Demon Hunters X Reader

I don't know what I'm writing, I just am.

Warning: not constructed well since I made it on a whim.

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Honestly?

You just want to go back to your apartment and sleep the days away, but sadly that isn’t an option the moment to stepped into your small place because of one specific problem…

“Git! Go! Shoo! Stop breaking my stuff! I have no money to pay for those!” Screaming in anger instead of fear, hands gripped on a mop as you kept stabbing and swatting demons left and right who invaded your property.

“Tell your bossman I’m not doing any more favor for his scorching ass!” You shouted loud before kicking a demon out your balcony and locking the door shut.

The mop is thrown into a corner as you slumped into the couch with an exhausted groan, curling up in your blankets and stuffed shark before turning the TV on for a distraction.

“next generation demon hunters... That burning pile of ash is gonna get his ass beat.. AGAIN.” You murmured as the trending K-Pop group Huntrix is once again on screen with their new song ‘Golden’. “…bet he’s just salty he just can’t sing.” A snort of laughter briefly escape you, eyes drifting to your phone on the coffee table.

You stared at it for a good while before sighing, turning over to stare at the ceiling instead, “don’t even think about it, she won’t even look at you.” mumbling to yourself as you held the stitched up stuffed shark above you.

“Out of all the generations we met, Celine’s the most mean one huh?” You asked the shark like it held answers, but it just stared with a derpy look from the crappy sewing you did with limited resources.

You groan loud, hugging the shark close as you stared into the ceiling while swimming deep into your thoughts.

Generations of hunters protecting the people with their voices and strengthening the Honmoon, you’ve always felt it weaken after every golden seal, like a net fraying from use. You tried telling the Sunlight Sisters when you were still in contact with the three, but Celine insisted it was nothing, twisting your words that made it seem you wanted them to stop sealing the Honmoon gold which triggered the massive argument between your relationship with the hunters.

It wasn’t supposed to turn out like that…

that thought always echoed in your head, eyes shut tight like the memory still stings you. The moment you snapped out of desperation where your demon marks glinted with malicious light, the faces of betrayal in their eyes, weapons aimed at you as you backed away trying to prove your innocence- hoping they could hear you— see you past the marks that littered your skin. But for the best of everyone involved, you just apologized and left in a wisp of smoke, never heard from again.

A few fans noticed the Sunlight Sisters’ personal guard was replaced by a new face, questions started rising. The whole team orchestrated a believable reason of your disappearance, saying you retired and chased your own passions in life, the trio went along with it to avoid the drama. Just swept under the rug and forgotten, cut from the piece of history.

Here you are now, living somewhere remote and away from media, appearance slightly altered so no one could recognize you. Most would just assume you’re the daughter of the Sunlight Sisters’ semi-famous bodyguard if they're one of those hardcore fans- borderline stalking at this point. But other than that, you're just living a simple life and earning money through hard, physical labor with any job you can find (thanks to demon strength I guess).

You squint at the glow of the Honmoon, hand reaching upwards and grazing the illuminating glow with a frown. Through demonic eyes, you could see it. Thread by thread, it was barely holding on.

You drop your hand and stared at the derpy shark you held on your chest.

“…”

“Don’t stare at me like that. You know she’ll push me away just like before.”

“…”

“Duh? What do you think? I’m just a demon in Celine’s eyes, remember? Just- threw all the memories and friendship the moment these stupid marks were revealed. I got nothing here, buddy."

“…”

“….I hate it when you’re right.” A grumble came from your throat as you glared at the shark plushie, putting the little guy in your shirt pocket.

“Let’s hope the new trio are more accepting… but first-“ you stood up, turning the TV off and picking your phone up with the intention to call. “we need to rebuild new connections and blend in. Back to work I guess."

Yeah, sleeping in is much better than doing anything, but you'd kick yourself if humanity crumbles when you could've done something to help. Plus your favorite noodles would cease to exist if humans died in the hands of Gwi-Ma!

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I never wrote on Tumblr, just lurked like a ghost, so this is a first for me. I don't even know what to do with this fic since this came from my 3AM thoughts and dreams when I sleep after a coffee.

Tell me your thoughts about this (constructive criticism is appreciated). Might continue it or something, who knows.

I'll also take any advice on how to write on here, make it aesthetically pleasing and easy for people to navigate if this story becomes a series in the future.

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Honestly, if the ENA fandom just posted stuff out of context, people would just assume it's in the game. I would believe this animation is like a secret scene clip you can get if I didn’t watch many playthroughs.

Ena's lore is random, so I made a random animation. No context , no explanation , just RANDOM!

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Ohmahgawd... y'all seein' dis?

Left-handed Ena Dream BBQ fan animation yayyy

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I found treasure.. (for my RWBY coping)

Ruby Rose lost to....... jaune arc [AUcomic]

WARNING: VERY LONG--

this is just the AU where everything messed up.

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future archaeologists will know you were (not) a boy

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Wait— this is cute-!

RWBY V6 redraw

Messed Up RWBY [AU] updated Ruby Rose and Weiss Schnee outfits

Colorblind Blake

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Omg it's so cute...

Idea:

Kid Ruby: Mommy I found this weird lizard thing can I keep it?

Summer: Ruby, you can’t bring home a wild animal. They can…

Kid Ruby: But she was the one that followed me! And she can transform too! Weiss, show her!

Kid Weiss: (turns from baby dragon into a human-like child) … Hello.

Summer: … (rushes to contact Ozpin because she thinks Weiss is in some way connected to him)

sounds cute!

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Happy Birthday to the sweetest girl Daniela Dimitrescu 🩷🌹

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Idk why, this scratches a particular itch in my brain somehow. I keep coming back to it.

Anyways, arranged marriage everybody?

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artist: Luo Li Rong.

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🚨Rent Help🚨

My last post lost steam but I still need help with making rent this month. I have a few interviews lined up so fingers crossed! Rent is absurd where I live (well it sucks all around) so any bit helps.

$200/1700

C*shapp: SMaye95

V*nmo: SMaye95

P*ypal: DM for details

My cat and I thank you for your kindness and support!💕

Picture of my cat under the cut 😊

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Bumbleby Differences

🐝 I love black and yellow~

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Sweet Alpha Dangerous Omega

Part 15

Anyone outside the workshop would believe that the workers had been delegated to an arduous task because they were all in the room where the plans were kept, observing different diagrams with extreme attention, discussing among themselves, their voices hidden behind the glass.

In reality, they were simply giving space to the only Alpha in the castle who was putting the finishing touches on the easel that had been commissioned to her.

“What try is this?”

“I think seventy-eight?”

“No, it's eighty-four”

“It's eighty-six”

Normally they would continue with their work in the same area, but being the first day after Lady Cassandra's Heat they preferred to avoid problems; not because they believed that the alpha was going to attack them but because the time was approaching when the Dimitrescu would come to verify her order and they preferred not to be in the throwing area of ​​a hormonal omega who also had superhuman strength.

“It's here!”

They all turned to look with different levels of subtlety.

“Master, get away from the window!”

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“Your easel is ready Lady Cassandra”

Standing firm with one hand on your chest and bowing your head you greet her before showing her your work, coming closer she checks every detail not because she doubts your ability but because she enjoyed how nervous you were, every time her hands touched the wood she could hear you swallow saliva and when the slightest noise came out of her mouth you held your breath waiting for her answer.

The best thing was that your gaze was fixed on her and only her.

As it should be.

She cleared her throat a little to hide the purring that was beginning to emerge from her chest.

“Excellent work, Alpha”

PURRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Three words were enough for you to do the perfect imitation of a chainsaw.

Three words and your scent filled the room.

Joy and satisfaction.

Your body emanated that just from receiving the slightest compliment from her.

She bet her sisters could never get that reaction out of you.

She turned to look at you and this time she was the one to gulp as she noticed the adoration in your eyes, the one that never seemed to fade and instead grew more and more making her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. She knew she wasn't ugly, despite her fame she constantly received lustful glances from the maids, but it was stupid to compare lust with affection.

They only wanted to share a few hours, you wanted to share your whole life.

To be her Mate.

PURR-COUGH

“Leave it in my study I have other matters to attend to” She said before fading into her swarm to quickly leave the workshop.

Her entire swarm vibrated with pleasure when it heard your response.

“Whatever you order will be done”

Sweet Alpha, my Alpha.

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“Cassie, what do you told the Alpha, she hasn't given me a single gift! It's been three weeks already!” Daniela whined dancing without missing a beat, each movement in tune with the calm melody that Bela was playing on the piano.

“I haven’t told her anything, if she hasn’t given you something it’s because she doesn’t want to” She replied while mixing the paint for her next stroke.

“Everything she’s hunted goes straight to the kitchen Daniela” Bela replied playing the piano with one hand while erasing and rewriting with the other.

Painting while Bela composed and Daniela danced was a tradition that normally occurred in the winter when the extreme cold forced them to stay within the castle walls, but Mother hadn’t lifted her punishment yet and her sisters (and she) wanted to spend time together, so hunting was out of the question and both Bela and she were unwilling to read the novels the youngest offered to discuss (she knew it was just a matter of time before Daniela got her way) leaving this as the best option.

“Everything?”

The eldest nodded before continuing.

“Although after hunting the food for the kitchen, she asks me for permission to explore the limits of our territory.” While Bela answered the youngest question, Cassandra knew that her gaze was on her, “In search of a brown bear to take its fur.”

“Oh? And how did it go?” She asked calmly and with fake mockery “I don’t think finding one would be that difficult.”

“It isn't, but none of them are good enough for her.” The blonde spoke with a slight humor in her voice, “She wants one without any scars, as big as possible and with extra soft fur, I told her it's easier to buy one from the duke.”

“And what did she say?” Daniela asked as she prepared to do a pirouette.

“That doing that would take away its value as a courtship gift.” Bela stopped playing smiling as she taps her chin with a finger. “Especially when it's a request made by her Omega.”

Daniela's feet tangled, sending her to the ground and from there she let out a perplexed “WHAT?” while Cassandra with her face burning screamed “I'M NOT HER OMEGA YET!”

Both the blonde and the redhead looked at her in surprise.

“Not her omega...” Bela began.

“...yet” Daniela finished.

“…Enough sister bonding” Cassandra whispered, dropping her brush, and fleeing in her swarm from the room.

But the distance was not enough to escape the connection with her sisters.

-Not yet, not yet, not yet! - Daniela sang delightedly.

- I will keep the Lycans away from my not yet sister-in-law - Bela declared with emphasis.

Ugh and she thought they couldn't be more unbearable, why did the alpha say that to Bela?

A request made by her Omega.

Her omega…

Cassandra felt her face burn.

Daring Alpha

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Taking a deep breath to control your nerves you held the knife firmly as you went over the procedure you must follow to remove the skin without more damage than necessary. Bela had given you a book that you had read so many times that you were able to recite it by heart, you could do this, you had to do it, and you had to do it perfectly.

The omega asked you and you weren't going to let her down.

It was one more step to take.

One step closer to her accepting you as hers.

To being able to make her yours.

Cassandra was enjoying the euphoria the hunt had brought her, two prisoners thought they had escaped only to meet an even worse end.

In her excitement she quickly finished off her victim, tearing him apart and staining the hallway.

Bela had caught the other one, shredding his leg causing the scum to act like the worm he was, crawling away. Daniela crushed his remaining arm left after spending a week in the dungeon and Cassandra kicked him over to then make a quick and precise cut from his stomach to his chest.

“Dibs on the kidney.”

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The fur was ready several days later and the only inconvenience was a slightly broken nose due to an accident at the workshop, it was nothing to worry about, Bela said the loss of your sense of smell was temporary and you would heal perfectly. Since it was nighttime and close to curfew, you decided to take the fur to your room and deliver it first thing in the morning; Cassandra had been waiting for your gift for weeks and you didn't want to make her wait any longer.

Taking the fur gently in your hands you set off, tonight you would make sure to cover it completely with your scent, if Cassandra accepted you could move on to the next part of the courtship where you would have to demonstrate your ability to feed your mate (and future pups) by delivering a variety of meats and vegetables.

Normally (according to the elders) an omega would respond with their own courtship process, you blushed imagining Cassandra following those steps demonstrating her worth as a mate, as the dam of your pups.

You shook your head, you needed to stay calm, Cassandra had just agreed to be courted, you must go slowly and not harass her. You had two days off, if she rejected you would cry in your room for a while before trying again; if she accepted you would spend the day celebrating and then move on to the next step.

You could do it. As you entered the hallway, the first thing you noticed was the lack of light and the sound of whimpers accompanied by the sound of laughter and someone chewing. It took a minute for your eyes to adjust and as you did, you could identify arms, legs, pieces of meat on the floor by their silhouettes and a familiar buzzing sounded in your ears.

In the middle of the hallway, three figures with their backs turned on you devoured what you assumed was a body on the floor. You could notice the head moving in your direction.

“Help... me.” He spoke to you, causing his executioners to finally notice you.

Yellow eyes looked at you and everything in you screamed the same thing.

Run away.

…………

Smiling, Cassandra turned to look in the direction she spoke, waiting for a maid outside her room only to freeze when she noticed who the figure was at the entrance of the hallway.

You.

Your face and your scent showed an emotion that she had never seen in you, that she never want to see in you.

Horror.

As soon as she stood up you took a step back.

You don't recognize her, you can't smell her and it's too dark for your eyes, if you knew it was her you would never look at her like that.

She lit one of the Candles quickly and held it close.

“It's me.”

She took a step towards you, you didn't move.

Horror, surprise.

No, please.

“They were prisoners, scum.”

A step forward.

Horror, surprise, confusion.

No, please.

“Blood and human flesh are our sustenance.”

A step forward.

Horror, surprise, confusion.

Please.

“We need it to live.”

A step forward.

Horror, surprise, confusion.

Please.

“You understand, right?”

A step forward.

Horror, surprise.

Please.

“It's part of me.”

A step forward.

Horror, surprise.

Please.

She is so close.

“You love me, right?”

A step forward.

Surprise.

If she stretches out her hand, she can touch you.

AHHHHH

The maid's scream scares you; Cassandra doesn't think, she just wants to silence her.

She cuts off her head and it falls at your feet; you take a step back and end up slipping on the blood.

Horror.

Cassandra comes closer to help you.

Horror.

Please don't...

You get up to run without looking at her

....leave her