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[fleurdeliet]

Aaaand I decided to redraw Theon and Robb again xD

But now I love them better. And their backgrounds now are looking more... Epic? Cooler? I guess.

And Grey Wind is kinda looking at the ship that kraken holds. Lol

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Can you do one where she is our with mattheo and she has vibrating pants on and ge has the controller and he makes the moves with it

I hope this works for you! This was fun to write! Thank you!

New Toy

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: Fingering, remote controlled vibrator, cussing, public play

18+ Minors DNI!

It was one of the school's trips to Hogsmeade. You thought it was going to be a normal trip with your boyfriend and friends until Mattheo pulled you into his dorm before you guys left for the trip.

“What's going on?” You asked curiously.

Instead of answering, he kissed you, his hands making quick work of undoing your pants and pulling them down slightly with your panties. His fingers found your pussy, teasing your hole for a moment before pushing two fingers in. He pulled back from the kiss as you moaned.

“Got a new toy I wanna try.” He said, thrusting his fingers in and out of you.

“Right now? We leave in a few minutes.” You said, biting your lip to hold back a moan.

His mischievous smile made you panic a little. “We can use it during the trip.” He said, reaching over to his drawer beside him and pulling out a small bag, handing it to you.

You opened the bag, pulling out a small bullet vibrator. “A vibrator?” You looked at him curiously.

“Remote controlled vibrator.” He said, that mischievous smile still on his face. “You keep it inside you and I have a little remote to control it, so I can turn it on and off and change the speed.” He said, pulling out the little remote from the drawer and showing it off to you.

“So you'd be torturing me all day with this thing?” You grabbed at his wrist as his fingers picked up pace inside you.

“You'll get rewarded when we come back. Be a good girl and let me put it in. We have to leave now.” He said, holding his hand out for the toy.

You hesitated before putting it in his hand. “Open.” He said, tapping a finger on your lips. You did and he slipped the toy inside, getting it coated in your spit before pulling it out. He slipped his fingers out of you and pushed the toy in, quickly pulling your pants and panties back up and redoing them. He cleaned your arousal off his fingers before grabbing your hand and guiding you both back to your friends, his other hand wrapped around the remote in his pocket.

During the walk to Hogsmeade, he would turn the toy on randomly, mostly when you were talking, making you stumble over your words and even your feet. He wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you from falling, a teasing smile gracing his lips and his eyes dark from lust as he watched you try to recover and hold back moans.

“You feeling okay, (Y/N)?” One of your friends asked when they saw how red your face was.

“Oh, yeah, I'm fine.” You nod and give them a smile.

“You're super red. You sure you don't have a fever or something?” One of your other friends asked.

Mattheo felt your forehead with the back of his hand like he was checking your temperature and shook his head. “No fever.” He said to answer your friend.

“I'm fine, guys.” You pushed Mattheo's hand away and he turned the vibrator back on at a high setting. That made you falter in your steps and clear your throat to stop a moan. “Let's just have fun. I feel fine.”

Your friends let it go and kept walking.

“Almost ruined our fun, princess.” Mattheo whispered in your ear. “You don't want me to stop, do you?”

“No.” You shook your head.

“If you behave and be a good girl, I'll replace that toy with my cock when we get back. Doesn't that sound nice? My cock filling your desperate little cunt?” He whispered, face neutral like he wasn't whispering filth in your ear.

“Yes, I want that so bad.” You nodded, letting the softest moan past your lips, just loud enough for Mattheo to hear.

“Watch it, darling. You know I have no issues with fucking you out here in public.” He warned, turning off the vibrator to give you a little reprieve.

You took a deep breath to relax, biting your lip to stop a whine from the loss of stimulation.

You guys went to some of the stores before he took you to meet with his friends at the Three Broomsticks, having you sit beside him with his hand on your thigh. He spoke with Theo about something you were tuning out. Mattheo noticed you spacing out and turned on the vibrator, making you jump slightly, closing your eyes to focus on staying quiet.

“Don't be rude, princess. Talk.” Mattheo whispered to you.

You sent him a glare before sitting up and listening in to the conversation. It took some effort to focus on their words and try not to moan. Mattheo's hand wasn't helping either, squeezing and brushing his fingers on your thigh. When he would notice some hesitation or stuttering he would change the speed, going up on down depending on how he felt. You felt an orgasm approaching and sent Mattheo a warning glance, grabbing his hand on your thigh. He could feel the slight tremor in your legs as you squeezed them together.

“Don't make a sound. If any of them find out what we're doing, you're getting severely punished when we get back, understand?” He warned.

You nodded, biting harshly onto your bottom lip. Your orgasm hit and you fought to sit still, trembling ever so slightly as you closed your eyes. Mattheo turned off the vibrator once he noticed your orgasm faded, rubbing your thigh soothingly.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Enzo asked, looking over at you in concern.

“She's been saying she's fine all day, but I think she's getting sick.” Mattheo piped up, brushing your hair behind your ear. “She's all red and shivering.”

“Maybe you should take her back.” Blaise said. “Wouldn't want her to get worse.”

“Yeah, that's a good idea. Come on, princess. Let's get you taken care of.” Mattheo smiled at you as he ushered you out of the booth and helped guide you out of the building. “Such a good girl for me. I think you deserve your reward when we get back. I know you've been craving me fucking your sweet little pussy until you pass out, huh?” He spoke quietly in your ear.

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[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

I love all your fake texts! And I had a thought that I think only you can do justice

I keep seeing the you call them by their name texts and the boys are always like but you never call me by name it's always babe, baby, ect.. but how would the boys react if the response was like I called you by your name last night when we were fucking or you didn't have a problem work your name when I was moaning it last night..

Anyway I'll stop rambling now.. do with this what you will 🩶🩶

calling them by their name

an: idk if this is any good, but here you go. i hope it’s okay. the whole time i was writing these, i had that old david allan coe song from the 70s stuck in my head. am i aging myself? i’ll just go.

theres an error on the last screenshot for han but im too lazy to redo it. so.. sorry

masterlist

chan

minho

changbin

hyunjin

han

felix

seungmin

jeongin

🚨reminder: this blog is 18+ only. i’ve been getting a lot of new followers (which i greatly appreciate) but if there’s no age identifier on your blog, i’m blocking you no questions asked. (for my own sanity and peace of mind.) ik some people don’t actually go to my page to read the warnings, so im going to start attaching a warning at the bottom of all my posts. thanks for understanding. 💕

[meowhara]

Halloween Special🔮

Mafia!Miguel O'Hara x Fem Bunny Hybrid!Reader

cw : none! cry baby reader ig 😌

author's note : Tbh I almost delete this draft because of how boring it is (at least in my opinion). I got a better story idea midway of writing this but I don't have any time to redo so here you go. Sorry if it's too boring to read :)

"What is Halloween?" You asked as you laid on your stomach on a red fluffy sofa and scrolls through your pink phone (that he just bought for you) in his office.

"Halloween? Oh it's a celebration where you go around the neighborhood wearing stupid costumes and trick or treating people in order to collect candies." He said with a snarl. He couldn't even remember when was the last time he went trick or treating. But he does remember a childhood memory of him and Gabriel, walking in the middle of the night dressing up as Mario and Luigi. The memory of them laughing with mouthful of candies in their mouth.

You gasp, interrupting his train of thought. "I want to wear costumes! I never got to wear one before!" You said as you start skipping excitedly towards his working desk where he is sitting right now. "You? Want to wear costumes?" He look up at you through his lashes as if you just said an utterly stupid idea, not taking his reading glasses off before he continue working on some business paper on his desk.

You nodded, "Please... Pretty please?" Miguel ignores you and continue signing tons of paperworks that he needs to work on. "Is that a yes?" You asked again, hoping that he'll let you dress up for the up coming Halloween which is today. He stood up suddenly and starts walking towards the exit of his office. "Aww Miguel? Please??" You said as you follow behind him.

He kept ignoring you and kept walking towards the front door. "Miguel... Pleaseee? Just let me dress up this one time for Halloween." You kept begging and tugging on his sleeve while looking up at him with the biggest puppy eyes he has ever seen. He stopped in front of the door to put his coat and black frame red lens sunglasses on. Before looking down at you with an annoyed expression, "Lyla, help and make her whatever costume she wants." He said while looking at Lyla who's busy typing on her phone with her back leaning onto the nearest wall.

She rolled her eyes before standing up back straight. "Why me? I'm busy too you know?" She sneered as he looks at Miguel and crossing her arms in front of her chest. But he didn't say anything before walking out the door and driving away with some of his men.

You let out an exited squeak and your small fluffy bunny tail starts to wag in excitement before you turned to look at Lyla with a wide happy smile on your face. She let out a frustrated sigh and rubs her face with her palm before she looks at you, feeling defeated. "Come on you little ball of fur." You happily follows behind her towards the living room.

Miguel is sitting on the back seat of his car as his second man in command drives him to a meeting he needed to attend. "Cancel all the plans I have for this evening." He said while he lit up his cigarette. "Sir, but your schedule are packed today. You have several important meetings to attend to." The man behind the wheel said. "I don't care. I don't want to be interrupted for the rest of my evening." Miguel said after he puffed a cloud full of smoke from his mouth. "Is it because of Y/N?" The driver raised one of his eyebrows at Miguel and looked at him through the rear view mirror. Miguel was caught off guard from the question, he let out an offended scoff. "No. One more word out from your mouth and I'll cut your tongue off." He growls before the driver let out a satisfied chuckle and focus back on the road.

"So what do you want to dress up as, Y/N?" Lyla asked you as she tried to look up for costume references online with her phone. "I want to be umm what's the name of the little girl with red cloak?"

"Red cloak— Little red riding hood?" She said with an eyebrow raised at you. "Yes her! I want to dress up as her. I thought it would fit me." You said with a bright smile. "Why don't you just dress up as a bunny? You have the ears already right? Wouldn't that be easier?" She obviously doesn't want to make anything too complicated since this is not the part of her job, babysitting her boss's little girlfriend? Yeah right.

"But I want to be the little red riding hood..." You pouts, hoping that will make her change her mind. "Ugh fine. You're lucky you're so cute." She pinch your cheek softly before standing up. "Where are you going, Lyla?" You asked, wondering why she stood up suddenly. "You want a costume right? Don't you need some fabric for that?" She said as she walks to the front door and put her black leather jacket and her black motorcycle helmet on. "Right... Can I come with you?" She just sigh, "Y/N, Miguel will chop my head off if I let you out without his supervision. Just stay at home and wait okay?" Your bunny ears fall backwards from disappointment but you nodded anyway.

After she went out to buy some fabric and other things to help you make a costume she then came back to Miguel's masion. You spend the whole day with her making your costume using an old sewing machine she somehow found in Miguel's basement. Lyla made the red cloak and a matching little red riding hood inspired dress. She even bought a small brown basket to match your costume.

Miguel came back home right after you finished making the costumes you wanted. He entered the living room just to find it messy with fabrics everywhere. Lyla rests her head against the sofa's back pillows with her eyes closed. "You need to pay me extra for this you know?" She said still with her eyes closed. "Where is Y/N?" He asked, ignoring what she just said to him. But she just replied back with a shrug.

"Lyla—" He raised his voice before you hugged him from the back. "Miguel! You're back." He turned to look at you and his expression softens instantly. "What are you dressing up as?" He asked as an amused smile appeared across his face. You gave him a quick 360° spin to show your costume off to him. "Little red riding hood! Do you like it?"

The way your red cloak's hood covers your head, leaving your beautiful mostly adorable face for him to look at and the way your bunny ears are hidden by the hood. And how the matching dress Lyla made for you makes you look even more adorable to look at, it does suit you perfectly. His little red riding hood, he thought to himself. Deep down he's in love with how you look but he's too embarrassed to say it. "It looks okay."

You tilt your head to the side and took the hood off, exposing you bunny ears as it straightened back up like usual. "You... Don't like it?" You said with a sad tone which made Miguel regret his answer right away. "No— no. I do like it. You look... Good." Your face lit up right away, "You think so?" He just nodded, worried that another stupid word out of his mouth will make you upset.

You giggles and hug him tight. He got surprised by your sudden hug but he hugs you back any way, as gentle as possible. You then look up at him with the brightest smile that stole his heart every single time he looks at you smiling at him. You pull away before you jump a little to gave him a little kiss on the cheek. His face turned into a redder shade right away from your kiss which makes you giggle even more. Lyla rolled her eyes as she watches her boss getting flustered from a kiss that you just gave him. She cleared her throat to catch your attention, "Don't you have a surprise for Miguel, Y/N?"

"Right! I do have a surprise for you." You said before taking a small pile of clothing that you neatly folded from the living room table. "What is this?" He said before taking it from you. "A costume for you. I thought it might be even better if you dress up with me." He unfolded the clothing, trying to figure out what kind of costume it is. It looks like a pretty long black cape with red fabric in the inner side of the cape. "You want me to wear this?" He asked, unsure whether he wanted to accept your request or not. At the same time he doesn't want to hurt your feelings.

"Yes, it's a vampire costume— I mean cloak. I mean you just need to put that over your suit since your outfit is already kind of... Vampirey enough." You said sheepishly. "No. That's not going to happen." He fold the cloak and offers it back to you. "B— but I worked hard to make that cape for you... Please just wear it." You begs, trying to make him change his mind.

"Don't be such an asshole boss. She made it for you, at least wear it for her." Lyla jumped into the conversation because she feels bad if Miguel just turned down your hard work just like that. He look at you for a while before letting out a long and tired exhale, "Fine. I'll wear it. But just for today." Your face lit up once again as he wears the cape. "You know what will make the costume look better, Y/N? Fake fangs." She teased.

Instead, you took her teasing seriously and starts dragging Miguel with you towards his bedroom where you make him sat down in front of the mirror to put fake fangs on him. "Is this really necessary?" He pouts likes a child. "Mhm it is. It's Halloween after all." You said while you put the fangs on him without him complaining at all, different from usual. "I regret telling you anything about Halloween." He mumbles before checking himself on the mirror and taking a look at the fake fangs.

"So, what do you think?" Your eyes are focused on his reflection on the mirror. But he didn't answer, he just stares at you from the mirror. "Miguel, are you okay? Are you mad at me?" He starts walking towards you slowly with his brows knitted together, angry. "M— Miguel? What's wrong?" You backs away from him, you can feel fear surging through you veins from how different he acts all of the sudden.

The back of your legs are now pressed against the bed, leaving you no more room to escape. His eyes are looking down at you like a predator looking at it's prey. Now you know how much fear the little red riding hood must felt when she met the wolf in disguise. You can hear your own heartbeat in your ears from how scared you felt at the moment. Your bunny ears fall backwards when you're feeling scared or nervous and you can feel your legs shaking in fear.

Miguel pounce at you, tackled you off your feet before your back landed on the bed. You screamed and put your hands in front of your face for protection. But to your surprise Miguel let out a laugh, "Can't believe you fall for that, little one." He said before smothering your face with kisses. "W—what?" You look up at him with fear, tears blurring your vision. "I was just messing with you. No need to get so worked up over it." He teased as he starts kissing your neck and nibbles on it gently.

"Why would you do that for?" You can't stop yourself from crying, some tears fell from your eyes before you wiped it all away. "Aww don't cry. Why are you crying?" He teases even more and move aside so you can get back up on your feet. You know how much of a tease he is when you two are in private, especially when he's in a very good mood. "You scared me." You said as you sat back up angrily before looking away from him.

He smirked and gave you a soft kiss on the forehead, "My bad, little one. Come on don't be mad, I was just toying with you." You look away from him with your hands crossed in front of your chest to show that you're mad at his joke. "Little one? Please talk to me. I'm sorry okay? I mean it." He motions your head to face him with his hand before caressing your chin with his thumb while looking at you with an apologetic expression. An idea came up in your head before your face softens a little, "I'll forgive you if you let me go trick or treating tonight." You said with a smirk, challenging him.

"Oh getting smarter aren't you. I like that. But no trick or treating. You know how dangerous it is at this hour, little one."

"Why? Everybody went outside already! I don't want to miss anything." You said with a small pout. "By me letting you dress up and even let myself dress up because you asked me to is a miracle itself, trust me."

"You're lame." You grumbled under your breath. "Care to repeat that? I don't think you're loud enough the first time you said it."

You ignore him and it's getting on his nerves but he's trying to keep himself calm for your sake. "It's getting late. Let's go downstairs and eat dinner."

Throughout the dinner you're awfully quiet and kept playing with your food, not eating any of it. He understood by now how pissed you are just because he didn't let you to go out. He didn't allowed you to do one thing that everybody does on Halloween and it's pissing you off, horribly. "Y/N, please just eat your food. I got you your favorite carrot, the freshest even. I know you're upset but you can't starve yourself like this." He said, trying to make you understand the situation better. "Look I know how pissed off you are by how I'm being overprotective. But you need to understand that this is for your own good." He kept trying to persuade you with his words. But you're too angry to listen. "You're just being selfish." You hissed at him, making his heart break.

He tried to think of a way to make you at least a little bit happier. He called one of his men to prepare something for you in order to make it up to you. "Look I know I can't let you out to go trick or treating. But I prepared a batch of candies outside my door so kids can take those. So, you won't missed out anything since you can still watch people coming by from inside the house. You can even greet them yourself if you want." He said with so much warmth in his voice. You stood up quicker than the speed of light, "Really? I can do that?!" He nods before you jumped at him to give him a big hug. "Thank you thank you thank you!"

"In one condition. You need to finish your dinner first." You nodded before eating your dinner as fast as you can before you rush towards the front door and sat by the window, waiting for anyone to come up to take candies from the big container full of candies.

Miguel just smiled as he watches you from the living room, your bunny tail waging in excitement. He's happy that you're happy and that's what matters the most for him. Paperworks waited for him upstairs so he went back inside his office to work while you're still sitting near the window with his sidekicks watching over you for him.

Hours has passed and he's still up in his office, busy until he heard a knock on his door. "Come in." Eyes still glued to his work, one of his sidekick enters his office. "Sir, it's Y/N. She's umm how do I explain this? She's been very quiet for the past hour and her ears— it's not standing up. You know what I mean?" He sigh before looking up from his paperwork to his sidekick. "Is she asleep?" He asked, tiredness filled his voice. "No I think she's crying..." Miguel rubs his eyes with his palms before rushing out from his office, "Oh for fuck's sake."

"Sir, don't you want to take that ridiculous costume off." His sidekick complaints, tugging on his vampire cloak that you made just for him. "Touch it one more time and I'll break your hands myself." He growls before his sidekick raised his hands up, off of the cape. "Sorry."

Miguel saw you weeping on the floor, still with your little red riding hood costume on. "Hey, little one. What's wrong?" He crouched down beside you just to find your face wet from tears. "I waited and waited for hours but nobody came... Why didn't they show up?"

Miguel didn't think about the fact that his mansion is just too scary for any kids— anyone to walk to his door and take some candies. "Look, maybe they didn't know there are candies there. We can try again next year okay?" He patted your back as an attempt to calm you down. "Is it my outfit? Did they not like my outfit?" You asked in between sobs, you couldn't believe all that hardwork you spend on making costumes are wasted just like that. "Of course not. You look gorgeous! Next year I promise we'll go out together on Halloween okay? So you can go trick or treating." You wipe your tears away and look up at him, "Promise?"

"Promise." He said before he pulls you into a hug. The hug lasted for quite a while before you let out a loud yawn. He laughs before pulling away from the hug, "Let's go to bed, little one. You look sleepy." He helps you to get back on your feet. "Don't people watch scary movies on Halloween? I haven't done that yet." You mumbles as you rub your eyes with the back of your hands. Miguel look up at his watch, the time is currently showing 11 PM. "It's past your bedtime and besides you wouldn't even last a second watching a horror movie."

"Just one movie... I promise I'll go to sleep right away." He never wanted you to stay too long after your bedtime but he let it slide this time. "One movie okay? Then you'll go to bed right away." You smile happily before you two made your way towards the living room then sat down on the sofa.

He turn the TV on, "What do you want to watch?" He asked as he sat down beside you, you're sitting down comfortably leaning over his massive build. "I want to watch horror movies!" He can tell just by how exited you are that you never watched any horror movie before. He shook his head with a smile before he picked any random movie for you to watch. His arms found it's way around your shoulder, pulling your body closer to his.

Five minutes into the movie and you're fast asleep, snoring softly with your ears falling to the side. He smiles to himself again before carrying you upstairs like a baby. He then put you down on his bed, he doesn't even bother to take your costume off since he know how much you like wearing it.

He planted a light kiss on your forehead, "Good night, my little red riding hood."

[storm-angel989]

Master List and Requests

Hi Everyone!

Please see the below pinned post for most of the common questions I receive <3 Know that I am ALWAYS open to PM's and Requests!

That being said, while I believe this blog is a Minors DNI type of blog, I am powerless to stop anyone from scrolling through and reading. As an author, I can only request that if you are under the age of 18, please do not interact with this blog.

The floor is always open for requests! When you send in your requests, please be sure to make them as detailed as possible. I write for pretty much everyone within the Hazbin series, though I cannot promise I will be quick about anything sent in. Creativity sparks at the most random of times! Rest assure if you send me something I don't write on, I will either direct message you or if its anonymous, I will respond to the request. No message or request will go actively ignored- that's just not who I am.

My process is simple: I receive a request, I put it in a running google doc and when inspo hits, I yank the request out of the google doc and put it into works!

Please bear in mind in Outside the Office, it is a strictly romantic relationship with Val in the story, platonic with Valentino and Vox, and platonic/family with Lucifer so I'll stick to writing those relationships as such. That being said, I encourage all the creativeness, slices of life, day to day situations, fluff and kinks.

One Final Thing:

The list of things I won't write about is minimal. As of right now, there is only one item on that list: I will not write sexually explicit content involving underage readers. While I believe this blog is a Minors DNI type of blog, I am powerless to stop anyone from scrolling through and reading. At most, I can request that you don't interact if you're over the age of 18. It's the reality of the internet. So please, out of respect for me as an author, do not request content involving things I've noted I won't write about or interact with this blog if you're under the age of 18.

The list has grown slightly. I also don't write incest- though I haven't received any of those requests, I wanted to make that distinction clear.

As always, it might take me a hot minute, but please send in those requests!

Hope to hear from y'all!

UPDATES:

I know the master list links don't work, I'm in the SLOW process of redoing them. So far I'm through OTO and Valentino, Vox and Velvette's Master Lists. If you come across a link on either of these that don't work PLEASE let me know!

Due to a link limit on a post I have updated my master list to subcategories. Please note that the Vee's will appear across fics, but I organized them based on the primary Vee requested/involved in the story.

Outside The Office Master List

Currently Posted: Chapters 1- 40

Master List Valentino

Master List Vox

Master List: Velvette

MASTER LIST: LUCIFER

HEAD CANNONS:

Valentino's Son x Angel Dust

Valentino's Daughter and Vox's Daughter

Valentino's Daughter x Valentino (Similar)

[viiiiiiiiiin]

Okay so can I request zero overhearing that his crushes favorite color is green (bonus it if they describe a shade that’s close to his hair )

50 Shades of Green: Zoro x Reader

Includes: Roronoa Zoro , GN Reader

A / N: I assumed you meant Zoro lol. This is such a cute idea for a scenario ! I Hope you enjoy <3. I hope this is up to your standards !! Feel free to tell me in my AMA if you want me to redo this <33

It was a bright day , a day of relaxation. Everyone on the Sunny took this opportunity to take a break and enjoy themselves. Rather it be playing tag on the deck , listening to Brook play some beautiful tunes , or even just reading / tending to the garden. Everyone was being themselves and having fun. It was quite the break from the massive battles they've had recently.

You sat next to Nami , who was tending to her tangerines. Behind you , Robin sat reading her book. You and Nami had been chatting happily for what felt like hours. Robin , though she was reading , listened and observed everything to two of you were saying. She was ever observant , even if she was on break.

"Hey , I'll be back. I'm gonna go see if Sanji would mind making me something to drink." You said , excusing yourself from the 2 women. They nodded and waved to you as your form retreated from their vision.

As you jumped down to the kitchen , you noticed the two who normally fight . . . Well , fighting. The blonde haired cook seemed to be enraged about something while the moss headed swordsman just sarcastically commented back and basically brushed off the cook's complaints.

That swordsman. The very one that lacks a sense of direction in a literal and figurative sense. You felt your heart flutter as your eyes trailed to him. You shook your head and brushed pass them to get into the kitchen.

Though you didn't know it , Zoro's eyes followed you as the door shut behind your body. You walked over to the fridge and stared at all of your selections. As you sighed and closed the fridge , the door to the kitchen reopened. You glanced over to see who was coming in and noticed the cook. Sanji had apparently stopped arguing with Zoro and came to attend to your needs.

"What would you like , Reader ?" He asked with a smile on his face. Even if it was near dinner time , it was clear he didn't mind tending to his crewmates' needs. You smiled back at him and leaned against the counter.

"Are you able to make a drink for me ? I'm not sure exactly what I want yet. Or maybe a snack , if that's not too much to ask for." You trailed off as your mind trailed back to its thoughts.

"Of course. How about a vol - au - vent ?" He asked as he he began to take out the pastry from a sealed container. "I made some earlier for Nami and Robin , but they told me they weren't hungry." He shrugged and placed it on the counter for you.

"Thank you , Sanji." You bowed your head lightly and took one of the treats from the tray. You resealed the container and walked out of the kitchen.

Somewhere in the time that you had been inside , your ship had landed on an island. You looked at the gorgeous tree filled island in awe. It was lush with fresh vegetation and had many beautiful flowers. You've seen many different islands in the New World , but this had to be one of the nicer ones.

"Alright. I want Chopper , Usopp , and . . sadly . . . Luffy . . To go into town. Robin , I'd like you to go with them. We need you 4 to pick up some herbs for me and Chopper. Sanji , I want you and Brook to go stock up on food supplies. And Franky , you go get materials to repair the ship and for whatever else." Nami directed , pointing those people in the directions they were supposed to go. As she spoke , the groups filed out so they could get their job done as quickly as possible. It was hard to tell if it was because they wanted to go back to the sea or if they didn't wanna see Nami angry. Most likely the latter , you thought.

"What about me and Zoro ?" You questioned as you took a final bite of the tasty hollow treat Sanji had made. "I want you 2 to watch the ship. I'm going onto the island to chart it." She responded , picking up some paper and pens. Before either of you could say anything , she walked off of the ship.

You stood there , staring at the place the ginger once was. You blinked and turned your attention to Zoro , who seemed to be in the same boat as you. You wouldn't admit it , but you were happy to be alone with him.

You stood there , collecting your thoughts. While you stood like a statue , the Swordsman went off to work out. You shook your head violently and whipped your head around to find him. There he was , in all his muscular glory , at the end of the ship with a comically large weight in his hands. He had his coat discarded and he was thrusting the weight forwards and back onto his shoulder in a slicing like motion.

You couldn't help but stare. Everything about how he just so calmly lifted what you assumed to be over 400ibs surprised you. Instead of staring , you decided to go into the crows nest to keep a lookout for any enemies or your crewmates.

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A few hours had passed by without either of you speaking to one another. The ship was in a comfortable silence , engulfing the both of you as you did separate things. You were bored sitting by yourself , if you were being honest. You were often fidgety and lost in thought instead of looking out. Of course , observation haki helped out with sensing living things but you didn't use it often.

Just as you were about to take a nap , you noticed a bag bobbing around the Sunny. You narrowed your eyes to see who it was and didn't see anyone. That was until you saw Luffy and Robin. You assumed it was either Chopper or Usopp. You smiled softly and walked down from your previous place.

You watched as the lump ran up to you. "Reader ! I got you something ! I thought it was your favorite color." The little reindeer doctor said excitedly as he ran up to you. He handed you a bag that was pink. Not your favorite color , but you liked his thought.

"I appreciate your gesture , Chopper. My favorite color isn't pink , though." You responded , putting the bag on your right side. You could definitely put your weapons and stuff in it. "Oh ! What's your favorite color then ?" He tilted his head with an adorable look on his face.

"Green , actually. I'd say a minty - moss green ? It's just really nice , in my opinion." You explained with a smile on your [shape] face. You heard a noise of surprise behind you and you turned. You didn't expect to have your [color] colored eyes meet with one brown one. Your face lit up.

"Greenisaprettycolorididntmeanitlikethat !" You sputtered out , hiding your face from his confusing stare. You couldn't tell if he was mad at you , if you were being honest.

"Green is a nice color , isn't it ?" Zoro mocked , laughing heartily. You were EXTREMELY embarrassed. Though , you didn't notice the red on his cheeks as well.

Chopper and Usopp laughed at your misery. They were even on the floor , about dying at that point. "I just didn't expect you to be into that color of green." He shrugged and smiled smugly at you. He turned and walked away from the 3 of you , cheeks reddening further.

Though you didn't know it , your words stuck in his head. It repeated like a broken record. He didn't understand why , but he liked the thought of it. Maybe his feelings for you grew , but he didn't know that. Maybe he should talk to Robin or Chopper about it. For now , he would sit and think about you. Even at night.

[unholywriters]

Innocent Face, Dark Fantasy

WC:14.9k

Summary: Back in a kingdom that was said to look like gold in the sun and moonlight, there was a Kitsune in disguise. Keeping their tails hidden from the eyes of humans, Keeping up the appearance of a innocent prince who wished for nothing more then the best for his people and the forest life around him. Allowing the foxes to come in as they please and taking care of them. No one would believe anyone else if they said their prince wasn't the innocent face he was. Yet he met y/m, a human or maybe not but it wouldn't matter to the prince. After all he always gets what he wants, right?

Warnings: dom yeosang, bottom male reader, non-human yeosang, possible non-human reader, some blackmailing, kidnapping, degrading, pain kink, spanking , some bl00d {fox hunting in the beginning}

Authors Note: I wanted to try something different here with yeosang, with him using his innocence and charming looks to win the trust but also being a mischievous kitsune looking for a hybrid for him to keep. Also I'm sorry for the lack of dividers I'm trying to find a good one, if anyone has any recommendations for any or any good tips of where to get some or make them, please let me. But as always grab your tea cups, any blankets or pillows and find the perfect flower to rest inside and get comfortable. I Hope this one won't feel as rushed as the last one, I will redo the ending some other time for that one to give it more of a intimate feeling.

Credits to @sweetmelodygraphics and @xurengu0 for the dividers. I'll make sure to credit for each use.

Walking along the nightly dimmed forest path, there was a sight of one ombre black to white trail slowly swaying side to side as the figure continued to walk. Allowing his footsteps to sound like nothing but soft crunches before finally stopping at the reason he was called. There was a dead fox curled up under his bare dirty feet. The tall male had kneeled and showed his pitch-black claws as he carefully picked up the dead fox. Allowing his bright blonde hair to carefully fall in front of his eyes a she held the fox like a mother soothing their own crying child. It was during this time that the small fox started to disappear in the man's arms into parts of clouds. Floating off into the sky and passed the bright orange eyes following the trail before hearing twig snap and the quick yell of someone falling. He could smell the fear around him, smelling like a freshly made buffet that was just lying on the table. Something he grew to enjoy because it made the human hunters learn something. Never hunt and kill any foxes, he will hear them. 

The scared duo had slowly looked up from their fallen spot, not seeing anything anymore, they didn’t see the 4 swaying tails all moving by themselves. There was nothing around them, but they needed to run. But the prey was gone and if they were to get caught, they’d be killed within seconds for their punishments, after all its forbidden to hunt and kill foxes for any reason here in the fox kingdom. Something everyone here had to learn for themselves and pass on the word. Something even the elders would tell as it would anger the deity who was within the area and always knew whenever someone would hurt the kingdom’s national animal. The hunters had started to run back to their home, but one of them had fallen once again, but there wasn’t a scream or a cry for help. When the leader had turned around to look, the man was dead on the ground, his heart now missing from his beating chest. Looking down at his now dead friend, the shock now slowly sets in before feeling something fall on his cheek. The tree line above was high since there have been reports of tree elves and fairies living within the leaves and makeshift branches. But there was no fairy, no elf or anything else of that nature. There was the bright orange tails, pitch black sharp beautiful black nails with soft hands that were now covered in blood with the dead heart being squeezed in his hand. And the bright orange eyes now staring daggers and glares into the last hunter's eyes.  

“You curious little humans. How hard is t to obey rules made by someone else, hm?” He started, simply vanishing from the branch, letting the heart fall into the ground where it was slowly being taken down into the ground, almost as if it were eating the heart like food. The hunter was looking around, trying to run back to where he came from before bumping into the male, falling onto the ground only to look up and see those same eyes, but a smile on the dangerous male's face. Showing his sharp fangs and his tail kept swaying around as he walked closer with his pale feet walking along the dirt. “I gave all your shelter, you know. Apparently better than your last king had ever done before everyone would be dead or hoping to be accepted into another kingdom. And this, is my thank you?” He taunted, flicking over his nails to watch needles pin the man to the ground, promising that if he ever needed to punish any humans that he wouldn’t damage any of trees, but the ground will be tainted.  

“Some of you are so greedy that it disgusts me. You interrupted my priavte time with someone very special. But I’ve gotten enough fear from you.” He ended, holding the man’s now slowly dying heart before dropping it back in the ground. This was his little mark, everyone now knew if someone was missing their heart, it was because they went and killed a fox, any number would lead to this and any extreme measures of punishment. The male had sighed as he flicked the blood off his hand. Refusing to get it onto his clothing since this was his favorite outfit. The outfit was handmade by him. There was a black fabric color made around the neck that covered his chest, but it was showing their shoulders, connecting down to his pants, the black flowy fabric softly swaying in the wind. Rolling his eyes as he started to walk, he knew that the sun was starting to rise, and he needed to return home before the guards and servants had walked around and opened his door. Turning to the balcony he jumped just enough to land on the balcony as quietly as he could. Allowing himself to be surrounded by golden flickers before looking down at his pjs, the same ones he wore to bed before being left alone in the night. 

Looking in the window reflection to see his eyes going back to the more natural brown color before walking in and laying in his bed. Walking on the cold stone floor and laying in his bed, feeling the soft silk sheets and messing up his own hair to look like he was having another restless night, tossing and turning but slowly sleeping in his own way. Keeping his eyes closed while hearing the sound of someone footsteps getting closer and closer before the quiet creaks of the door opening made him open his eyes once more. He knew how to look tired despite not having the chance to fully rest. 

“Prince Yeosang? It's time to wake, breakfast will be done soon.” A soft voice spoke, walking over to the bed and softly shaking his shoulders and allowed Yeosang to finally open his eyes to the tall and worried butler coming to wake him. His soft curly black hair almost covered his eyes, but Yeosang could still see the brown color in his human eyes. “You still have enough time to do your morning walks around the forest. Though there is a closed off spot by the guards, two people were killed again for killing a fox.” Helping the prince sit up on his bed and fix his hair, pushing down some of the fly aways in his hair. “There hasn’t been a fox killing in about almost a year, who would ruin that this close?” Yeosang asked in a soft, tired and almost hurt voice as the taller male helped him up. Walking over to the wooden wardrobe and kept looking for some clothes fit for a nice early morning walk. 

“I am not sure my prince. But it seems that they have forgotten the legend, should we send some regards to the families, If so what should we send?” he asked, watching Yeosang slowly stand up and walk over. Looking at the set of kimono’s he had in front of him. Choosing a black one, the upper top having is name sewed into the right top overlapping the left side. 

With a long yet larger tie with the outline of foxes. With the help of the butler, he was dressed with black slippers. It wasn't as grand and eye catching as his royal clothing that he would have to wear later in the day to tend to his royal duties. “First, we need to talk with the family to see why the deceased members would do anything knowing it was against the rules. Then after we get the truth we will go from there. But that will wait till after breakfast and my walk. Is that alright, Seonghwa-Hyung?” Yeosang asked the butler in a soft tone, seeing him turn around once more after holding yeosang’s early morning basket with a soft nod. 

“Jong-ho should be handling the body and the crowd. But Min-go or San should be down there waiting for you by the doors if you want them to my prince.” He ended, watching Yeosang take the basket and nod his head. Not wanting to bother anyone he walked to the slide doors and opened them, leaving the room and closing them once more. He didn’t want to bother anyone this early since he knew the news of people losing their family members, and now the families will be a mess. Jong-Ho would need help during all of this, and he hates having his walks ruined, even if it is important. He cares for his home, more than anything he could put into words. There was just something about these talks that made him feel more relax and ready to handle the day he has ahead of him. 

Walking down the hall, Yeosang bowed to his seniors, despite being higher with them, he still wanted to show them his respect towards them, walking to the main doors and watching the doors be opened by the guards who were stationed to walk on the topped of the wall. The gates were opened and walked into the busy streets, waving to the families and even walking over to play with some of the kids. Either playing ball games with them or helping them fly kites in the air with the wind blowing. It was something he enjoyed doing. He would give fruit in his basket to those in need of something, it happens, and he does his best to give them all homes to work themselves higher so they could never fear this. Some would be surprised with how long he was gone for during the day, he would wake up at dawn and would be gone for about 2 hours. Walking around and making sure everyone was alright if he could find them. Most of the time was going into the woods and walking around. Walking deep within the woods and making sure no one was following him. 

He would look around before taking a left off the path he had made. This path had more leaves and trees which made it harder to walk through without getting smacked. He would spend most of his time here, walking past the leaves to reveal a large crystal-clear pond with a slow and quiet waterfall in the middle surrounded by some stones and flowers Yeosang had collected over the years. It was here Yeosang would watch people in the morning and would often groom his tails and wash them. He would allow his tail to show as he walked closer to the waterfall, taking off his clothes and folding them on a dry spot before grabbing a comb he made and started to comb his tails with the waters. Knowing that this was the only time for him to do so while he would often play with the water, watching those who were close to his home and making his plans accordingly. But as of now, he wasn’t looking into them for now, he had done that earlier. Listening to the mothers scream and curse the god for killing her good boys and that they will lie about their intentions, but he would find a way. After all, only the best people were allowed to live here and those who would lie and got caught were kicked. He hates lairs. 

But as of now, he was watching an elf, at least that what he looked like. Softly smiling at how the males hair would sway in the wind  as they continued to help gather up herbs and water for the elves in the trees. 

Yeosang had come across this elf a long time ago, seeing them run in the woods to try and get help for their home. Yeosang was trying to get a fox back close to him but made the fox always run and stay with the elf. “Oh, little Y/N, you look so beautiful as always. How I wish you were allowed to come back. I would give you the best tea you have ever tasted. Soon your father will have to come to me, and I will ask for your hand regardless of what he tells me.” Yeosang said, letting his fingertips softly touch the reflective water like a baby reaching for their mother's fingers to hold and never let go of. 

“You will be my little gem, after all the golden prince needs his last piece. Your father won’t last long against me. Just you wait.” Getting himself dressed and hiding his tail once more, Yeosang quickly walked back out and ran back to the palace. Y/N was a high elf, whose father was the chief on the tree elves, and the rules was to never go to the ground since some humans were still trying to hunt down the elves for their own personal reasons. But Y/N was the only child of the chief of the Leaves. But Y/N was more into the surfaces with the human kingdom he had to share a home with. Collecting things every now and then that would be left near the tree he would always peak under. And it was clear to the chief who was leaving these, and it was something he knew that could lead to something either great for his people or horrible for them and could lead to their own extinction. The prince would leave the items underneath the tree and keep them hidden. The prince would bring over a basket full of items for the son, leaving notes of each item and what they could do. Even leaving seeds for them to use and keep their supplies full. It made Y/N more excited as the days went one wanting to see who was doing so and why their father was having a hard time trying to make a choice. 

Within Y/N’s customs, it was the males who would give birth, at least some of them. Some would give birth, sometimes it was the female ones. There was never any role designed for each gender, if someone was able to do a role, regardless of their physical features if it was done then that’s all that mattered. There was always a ceremony to see what could be done. Where the Elves would go to a larger tree under a full moon and would watch the spells come to play. Watching the symbols shows everyone their role to create function.  Y.N had done this ceremony when theyw ere of age and was seen as a healer, but also a carrier for children. Something that their father worried about because he knows his son. His son is something humans would fight to have. To show off but not take care of in any way shape or form. Which is why he does everything that he can to protect his son from the cruelty of humans. 

But the number of humans coming into the forest worried him. Because moving would cause chaos and would try to take them for ransom, the king knew that he had to do something. But he also knew he would have to bring his son with him. “Y/N, please pick something simple.” The short father said, watching his son run around the tree closet in all the elegant robes and outfits for their own reasons to be worn. “But this is the prince of gold! We must show” “Y/N, if we tried to upstage the prince we might be seen as an enemy. Please, something nice and simple. And if things go well, then maybe you can wear something more of your taste.” Watching his son giggle before finally settling on an outfit. The outfit would have white under garments, like a loose white shirt with flowy white pants. The bottom skirt was a two layered one, there were also green leaf designs sewed into the bottom of the skirt, with a white small bow on top of the torso. With the top part having the same design, but on the right overlap flap. And to pair nicely with it was a mint green silky robe to wear on top. It was simple, and paired with flower crown on the top of Y/N’s head. 

His father looked over and smiled at the outfit. It was something better and knew it work better for this. “Now let’s get going, it’s better to be early then late.”  

“Yeosang, do you want to wear something like this? Or do you want to wear something a bit less flashy but still getting the point across?” Seonghwa asked, watching Yeosang walk around the closet and pick something. “That’s perfect! I don’t want to intimate them with all the gold. This will work amazingly Hyung,” The outfit was grand, simple but still would make the attention to everyone in the room. The Silk used for the outfit and the robe itself was a dark blue color, something rare and that took days to make the right color to everyones liking, well to his liking. The robe was made ot resemble that of a peacock, the feather design carefully sewed into the arm sleeves and the back. Each in the right colors from a soft dark blue to a calming green color. Yeosang’s long hair was then tied back into a ponytail with a gold headpiece in front. Allowing seonghwa to help slip on his slipperes and tie the robe in a comfrtable manner yeosang looked up as he slowly rose from the ground. 

“Now then let’s get going, the elves have agreed to meeting in the garden near the lake for a sense of familiarly and no prying eyes other than myself and San as the guard.” Yeosang nodded his head once more as he began walking behind him. Seonghwa had worn something simpler of a solid color as to not throw off anyone since he was known for having very lavsih clothing as well, a gift from the prince himself along with all of his close friends of course, it was the least yeosang could do for them now, wasn’t it? Seonghwa had kept a pure white clean robe that was tied loosely, not on purpose but out of comfort given how much he would have to walk around or even run. His hair was a natural pink color, which was something rare for anyone to have but Yeosang help seonghwa embrace his hair, combing it so it was a long as it is now, which was to his lower back. His middle back when it was in a high ponytail.  

Arriving to the back doors, there was San standing near the open arch away that lead to the luscious green fields, Where the lake would lead to along with a table with cushions to sit on for comfort. San was younger then Yeosang, but he was still shown the same respect as if San was older. As the captain of the royal guard, with his own brother being the second in command, they were to wear black for them. His was long, but tight enough to allow him to move silently along in the dark or in the shadows when he needed to follow his targets. Having a metal wrist guard on both to protect himself any swords or arrow. His ponytail was tied back iwth a dark red ribbon with his sword tucked away in its holster, having his mask up to cover his nose and mouth, San bowed to the prince before turning his attention to the archway. Walking behind the pair since the garden was something yeosang took pride in. He enjoyed how wide it was with the Varity of flowers sent in from other kingdoms and as gifts and he made sure they were all taken care of. But some flowers were only sacred to him since the human touch would harm them. Those were more kept tucked away in a thick array of bushes and tress no one could reach. 

“My prince, we are here.” San spoke, keeping his stance tall as the two elves slowly turned around. San had bowed, keeping his gaze down before standing far off while the other two had walked closer. Yeosang had a smile on his face that was only getting bright as his gaze was focused on y/n. Wearing something so simple yet enough to make him strand out in Yeosang’s eyes. “Your highness, I am chief Hongjoong of the tree elves just a couple miles away from your border. This is my only child Y/N, I hope you aren’t offended with their clothing.” Hongjoong mentioned, taking a step closer as Yeosang bowed to him fully. “It’s an honor to meet you as well. And do not worry about your clothing, I like getting to know about others and their cultures. But I understand. After all I am human, but I will strive to be different. Please take a seat and enjoy the treats we have while we discuss any concerns that you’re having.” guesting to the seats, Yeosang could see the look in hongjoong’s eyes. He knew something, then again, Yeosang heard tales of the chief’s being able to see things that the human eye has failed to see.  

But haivng a quick glance at seonghwa, who was making sure the prince’s clothes were kept nicely, the pillow was comfortable, and the treats were to everyone’s liking. He knew seonghwa didn’t know a thing, and if he did, he was great at hiding it on his face. “Can I ask what these are? We’ve never had these before!” Y/n asked with a slight bounce as he sat down across from Yeosang, but on the right side of his father, who was seated across Seonghwa. “This is our Macha green mochi with crushed matcha powder and flour, the same for the tea.” Hongjoong took the first bite since he knew y/n wasn’t going to eat it without seeing his reaction. While Yeosang was watching the two of them curiously. Seeing hongjoong give Y/n a quick look, y/n smiled and started to eat. It was clear that they have gone over this many times in order to ensrue the safety of each other. Along with any other hidden elves within the area, which San had an eye out for and saw one. But the only thing san as able to see was their eyes. Those dark brown eyes filled with curiosity but also a waiting desire. 

“Thank you for the treats, but I have some questions for the prince. Y/N, you’ve been asking about the flowers when we arrived. Is it alright if your associate showed them the flowers, my prince?” Hongjoong asked, giving Yeosang a slow side glace. Yeosang could see the look in his eyes, at first Seonghwa was going to decline but Yeosang agreed to it, having a smile on his face to hide the smirk that was growing. “It’s fine Hyung, we want them to feel comofrtable in our space. We will call when we are done.” Yeosang said, never taking his eyes off of hongjoongs while hearing the pair slowly get up and walk away, Y/n already asking questions about everything as their voices managed to faint as they walked further. San knew what Yeosang was, everyone in the court knew. He made it clear what he would do if anyone tried to hurt him or any foxes in the area. “You seem to be wary, hongjoong.” Yeosang said, dropping the nice tone in his voice while Hongjoong set down the treat before resting one arm on his knee, laying on it. 

“Elve’s are trained to see things the human eye can’t. I knew you looked familiar since our last agreement.” “And I’ve made sure every rotten corpse was never nailed to a tree. They just get dragged into the dirt where they belong. So what is this about.” Feeling his nails get sharper, Yeosang was trying to keep his nails their human length while keeping stern eye contact with the elf in front of him. Knowing one wrong move would make San attack the elf he was having his own staring contest with to see who would move first while listening on the conversation close by. “I know, but that’s not the reason why I’m here today. The tree’s south from here are dying and I have little to no room for new elves. Let alone the amont that is coming this way. And I know you, prince of gold.” “are you suggesting I went there and caused the south to suffer myself?” “You leave the kingdom that far to mess with human’s? You’re not that young to be doing any of that. So no. What I’m asking is what do you want in return.” 

Yeosang raised a brow as his eyes flashed from their dark brown to the golden yellow look before back to normal as a smirk grew present on his face. Knowing hongjoong hates asking for help. So, he asks what the person wants in return and sees what they can do from there. But Hongjoong knew this wasn’t going to be something he would want to give to Yeosang easily. Which was why he was already so tense as is. “You are not. Having my son’s hand in marriage Yeosang kang. He would scream at the first sight of any blood regardless of the situation.” He growled, Yeosang trying not to laugh as he titled his head to the side while hongjoong tried to remain calm. “Yet your curious, beautiful son is so curious about me. And you know they are, just like how you know that every night they try to sneak down to the land and come to find me anywhere. They how their growing curious of the evil kitsune that lurks here and wants to so desperately get them to be good and find other ways to teach the humans to stop killing my own foxes for coats, breeding and whatever else they have in their sick tiwsted little minds. You know that’s what I want because then, I can teach them everything bit by it and help you in everyway I can do with my own powers. Even create a more lush forest for you to have more roles and even coexist with the humans here. But you know what I will do. Who knows, maybe you can even get close to Seonghwa again. And this time not mess with her memories like you have.”  

Yeosang was cut off by hongjoong keeping the tip of a dagger close to his neck, seeing the anger rising within hongjoong who wanted nothing more than to kill him. Knowing his weapons would do nothing but make things worse for him. “You leave Seonghwa out of this. You know exactly why I did what I did and you were there. If they get to remember they will remember everything you did as well.” “And do what against me, hm?” Yeosang grinned more while Hongjoong put down the dagger on the table before covering his mouth to hold in his anger. “Do not, bring Seonghwa into this.” “Then let me have what I want, and You can have what you want. I’ll even throw in seonghwa remembering everything and think all of the bad times were just a dream and y/n can learn everything about their human mother.”  

Hongjoong continued to glare like there was no one else around the pair. His eyes screaming nothing more than hate, but also hints of defeat, sadness and anger field tears wanting to prickle out from his eyes but he would rather be dead than let yeosang see him cry once again over losing someone again. Yeosang knew what he was doing, he had the upper hand in this situation and he knew it was pissing off Hongjoong to see. After all hongjoong had to give up everything in order to survie, but Hongjoong also knew why YEosang had grew to be so cruel, possessive. Yeosang had grown up with humans by force, he was taken awya from his natural nest and those who came to save him were taken and used in the ways the humans saw fit. And one day yeosang had enough and started to enjoy the way he was. After all, now that humans had someone to fear they weren’t as bold as they used to be. Something Yeosang took pride in.  

Yeosang had only leaned closer on the table, knowing San was already in position to attack. His knees were bent with his right hand on the handle of his sword. Locking eyes with Wooyoung in the trees, who was keeping his bow and arrow hidden, but it was drawn back, ready to take a shot at San if he had to. “You will let them decide if they want you, Yeosang.” “You have nothing else I would want other than your son. I’ll give you everything else that you would need for such a large group. I can even create an entire water spring just for you to make sure none of your water will ever be tainted by humans again. It will be grand and everything you’ve dreamed of and more.” Yeosang kept pushing, knowing that the others were coming back and he knew that he would’ve had to drop the act. He could see how deep hongjoong was trying to think about this. Because this isn’t just someone, he can give away so carelessly, this is his son. The only one he’s ever had and the only thing he had left of his lover, who was so close to him but yet seonghwa wouldn’t have remembered a thing about him.  

“We’ll ask them when they return. You can keep trying, but I let them make their own choices and if they say no, you will not lay a hand on them or not even your human knights can save you.” Yeosang’s smirk slightly lessened as he leaned back and blinked his eyes, letting them return to normal before hearing Y/N’s laughter as the two of them returned. Y/N had a lot of flowers in hand, kipping back to the two with seonghwa tailing behind with a content smile on his face. Hongjoong wanted to cry at the sight, his family was so close together. So close but so far from each other and there was nothing he could even if he wanted to. Not with Yeosang here and having seonghwa close to him at all times and it was going to drive him crazy but he had to put on a brave face. This wasn’t the time of place for something of this manner and he knew it. He was able to close his eyes and take a deep breathe before opening his eyes and showing a smile as Y/N sat down next to him again, showing off the flowers he had never seen before wiith all types of colors.   

“Hwa-San said I could keep all of these just as long as I take good care of them!” “OH really? Did you thank Hwa-San for them?” Y/N quickly nodded his head before turning their attention to Yeosang. Their smile never fading as the two locked eyes. Yeosang knew how to get people to get in a trance but his eyes. But he also knew how to make sure it wasn’t too much but it was subtle. But this is hongjoong’s child, it will take a lot more then just a simple stare with a hint of trance in order to gt them clsoer. He was trianed to be careful of things like this and make it even harder for yeosang to push it, something he both hated but enjoyed since it made him have to think more or else things would start to fall apart in front of him. 

“Did you two come to an agreement? Do we get to live here with them too!” “Well that all depends on if you want to get to know the prince.” Y/n looked at their dad confused, it was up to them to pick and this would be one of the few chances' Y/N had the choice to pick something. Sonce hongjoong rarely had to ever ask others for help but would always try his best to teach y/n what to expect from others like this and make sure that he puts his foot down and if they had to use any of their abilities or skills against yeosang, they knew what to expect. Even if it was just a little bit of it. “Do I have to fight the prince to prove that?”  Yeosang looked surprised to hear that question while hongjoong had a proud look on his face. Slowly turning to look at the prince and then back at his son, not even bothering to hide the smirk on his ace as he did so but continued to let out a soft hum while in thought. “Well that all depends on what you think is a great way to seal off any deals you have in mind. Then again, I’m sure the prince wouldn’t want to fight you. It’s said he hates fighting people unless he truly has no other choice but to.” Y/N continued to sit there in thought, looking between the two older men in front of him and trying to come up with one of the best choices for them at this time. Because Y/n didn’t want to be the reason why his father had a new enemy and now had to try and find ways for the other elves needed to keep running and try to find ways of their own survival to continue living and not be in fear ever again. 

“Well, if I were to lose, we would have to leave and figure out something else. And we can't have that as of right now. What if I stayed with him but brought three of the guards with me just to be safe? It would give me an idea of who we’re working together with, making it easier to decide and even allow you more time to see if you can find someone else to make a deal with. I give it a week to make a choice till then and if we can’t then we leave with no strings attached.” Yeosang watched their facial expressions, seeing how hard they were trying to take this situation and come up with one of the bet answers he could come up with during a time like this. Something that there was no going back from if either of them messed up. And even though he could see the look on his father's face, the look of disapproval. This was all up to them, and Y/N already knew the three that he would want to bring with him to keep him safe, but he knew his father would keep them close and send the messengers out far just to make sure there were other places they could stay, letting this place be seen as a last resort for its own reasons. 

“Who would you bring?” “Wooyoung without question, Min-gi and Yunho since those two never leave for any mission alone. Even if they must sneak away with each other we both know where they go.” Hongjoong could only nod, since those three were known to be the best ones he had and they were able to make the point stand across and protect y/n no matter what were to happen to them. And they also helped train Y/N to look out for subtle but obvious signs of them needing to be on the edge and be ready to attack. Having their own way of communication and signals to keep the other person away from their business, after all not everything had to be shared between everyone to make the point stand there. “Those 3 will keep anyone else in check if they tried to come close to your living quatres and not let anyone in unless you gave them permission. I can handle that much, and woyoung would send me letters and the end of the day to make sure everything is alright. That is...fine.” Hesitating to agree to this it was hard but he had to let it be. “Is there anything you would like to leave and go pack?” Watching Y/N nod his head and stand up, that cheerful glow being replaced by a serious one throughout the entire ordeal to make sure no one would be planning anything else with them around.  

“I will be back with some things and the three guards within 2 hours just to make sure everything will be alright. If it’s not too much to ask can our place of stay be close to the water and garden?” “Of course, I have the perfect spot in mind. Please take your time.” Yeosang watched the two of them leave, listening to San and wooyoung slowly leave to return to their respective parties. “My prince, shall I go and get the room prepared in advance and leave some treats and tea on a place for y/n to return to?” “Yes Hyung, there should also be close enough rooms for the guards if they choose to sleep in their own rooms and if not, please see that they still have comfortable things to rest on like pillows and blankets.” Yeosang slowly stood back up and turned around to fac ethe door. Seeing San slowly slipping down his mask while letting out a soft sigh before looking at the prince. Knowing that, he must be prepared to be on the lookout once again. “Is there anything you would want me to do My prince? I could watch them from afar and keep taps on everyone.” Yeosang shook his head, walking back inside with the main two walking behind him, making sure they were listening to his orders to see what he wanted to do with this. 

“No, remember San these are elves. There are things that we can’t predict that they’ll do things we aren’t prepared to do and if we’re going to be working with them, we can’t allow anything wrong to happen here or else they’ll leave before we could make any deals within the time being.” 

Y/N had brought enough to last them for the week, their bags were able to carry a lot more then normal and it was something that had always come in handy during a time like this. Wooyoung stayed in the closet to them. Keeping their long black hair down but keeping a stern stare with his two swords staying on both hips. Min-gi and Yunho were trailing behind the two, both are known to use their height to their advantage when fighting and being able to hide and strike those when needed. “Y/N, are you sure this is a good idea? Your dad seemed like he was ready to bite the prince’s head off when they were having their talk. I couldn’t hear much.” Wooyoung had a gut feeling that all of this was a trap, something he couldn’t prove right, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t do his best to prove himself. He cared for y/n and didn’t want them to be taken advantage of for thinking of their home and the safety of everyone else. It was a lot to worry about even while they were just walking on the ground for the first time. Only taking this way so they could walk to the back of the palace, not the front with the humans out and about watching them. 

“I’m not entirely sure to be honest with you guys. But we’re growing too far and we need to move, but we can’t live in fear of humans or any another creature using us as a ransom. You know my dad, he won’t be rash when trying to save others' lives.” Looking around at the garden where the meeting took place, Y/N saw their dad standing there with a small yet sturdy piece of wood from one of the weapon rooms back home. Something that Hongjoong was able to summon even from where he was sitting. Y/N could see just how much Hongjoong didn’t want them to go behind those walls because he wouldn’t be able to protect them in case the other three were too caught up trying to make the situation a little bit easier to handle. “Dad, you look like you’re going to cry, I’ll be alright. But why do you have the staff with you? Don’t you need this one?” Hongjoong shook his head before holding it out towards them slowly. “This one isn’t as strong as my own, but it’s close enough to give you any help and make the room more like home to you with all kinds of plants and vines that you can come up with. Think of it as a next step into your own practices.”  

Slowly taking the staff from his father's hands, Y/N looked him in the eyes and could see how soft they were looking down at them. Hongjoong had let out a soft yet shaky sigh before patting his son’s head and softly planting a kiss on his forehead, where a four-leaf clover mark laid hidden under their hair. “Take care of my kid boys, even though I’ll be close I’ll be busy trying to make more rooms and accommodations for the others. And y/n please, please be careful.” “I’ll do my best dad, don’t bury yourself in work. I’m sure Sir bang Chan will step up and offer you more help. I even made sure he knew what to look when you’re trying to work too hard.” Hongjoong could only chuckle softly while looking down at their bracelet. He made it for his mother and his wife at the time and made sure y/n had always it on. It wasn’t just there as a reminder and something y/n had cherished dearly. But it would also protect them if needed and give them an extra power boost if they ever needed it. Even if they didn’t think they would need to. But it was for their own safety reasons. Y/N held the staff close before hearing footsteps close to them. Slightly seeing Min-Gi and Yunho had straightened their stance and kept their staffs in close range to be held and ready while wooyoung kept their gaze dark and on point. 

Yeosang had walked out wearing the same clothes as easier had walked back out with San and Seonghwa close to him with San looking down to pull his mask back over this mouth and nose before locking eyes with the others. Hongjoong looked at the three of them before slowly stepping aside to allow the three elves to meet with them. Giving slight glares to Yeosang before turning his back. “I take it that this will be everything you brought with you is all? I have rooms prepared for you and the others if they want. Just as you requested.” Yeosang mentioned with a soft bow before standing up and seeing Y/N holding the staff along with their bag. Trying to keep a serious gaze opposed to their cheerful attitude and happy gaze, almost like a switch was flipped on. “These three won’t take a room no matter how good it looked; they’ll stay close to me at all times but thank you for the gesture.” Yeosang could tell by the look in their eyes that there was almost no way that they would be able to do anything in this situation. Almost making it impossible yet again to do anything with three of them near, and it was clear as to why hongjoong gave them that staff. Yeosang had rarely ever had to battle any magic elves in his own home, he never got the chance to be able to study and watch the magic to prepare for any attacks. 

“Then by all means please follow me and I’ll guide you to your room.” Yeosang said with a smile and a soft hand gesture, watching y/n hug hongjoong tightly one more time before walking with yeosang to their, the guards all trailing behind them while San kept his hands behind his back. Hongjoong let out another sigh before walking to the trees and jumping up and walk away back to the haven, leaving y/n in the hands of the three guards. 

Looking around the large room, with the floors made from hardwood shined perfectly, the sheets were carefully tucked in the large circle bed that was on the far wall of the room, where there would be a skylight looking down to allow the moonlight and stars to shine down along with the sun shining down. There was a large built-in closet nearby with enough space for both shoes and clothes to be hung along with storage for anything else. The open arch windows that would lead to other wooden platforms to allow room for more walking around and sitting if y/n ever wanted a break to just sit and rest. The curtains were made from the finest silk that would softly sway in the wind, along with a large wooden desk with some paper and ink ready in case anyone needed to write a letter to be sent to anyone for any reason. Along the platforms outside, there was fresh clear water with lotus flowers floating around on the water, on the closet platform to the room there was a bench with some food for the fish in the water or even the ducks if ever needed. 

There was another one close to one of the walls, over there was an empty table with soft cushion chairs sitting around it, there was a wooden swing made with soft white and green cushions and a soft pillow. This was a place where Y/N and the others were to do whatever they wanted here and not have to worry about anything. And as promised, Seonghwa had made sure there were enough sweets for everyone that was resting on a large white plate with some cups carefully placed around a large teapot with fresh green tea ready for them. “This is one of the largest ones we have put there is also a garden close by. If you ever need me there is a bell close to your bed to ring whenever you need me. Is there anything I could do for you as of now?” Yeosang asked in a calm voice, noticing how the others were looking around, making sure the place was truly left alone and no one else was allowed to watch or get close to y/n before they could speak. “I would like to know a little bit about your kingdom from you if that’s alright. There were some days we would hear screams coming from here.” “Oh, the people who broke the rule, I do need to tell you that, most used to say it was fake until the killings started to happen.” Yeosang had walked to one the stone seats and sat, watching y/n sit down close to him while the other three stayed close around the table, standing up with their arsm crossed and their faces stern. 

“Before I was crowned, the rouge king as we call him, was known for killing almost anything that moved that wasn’t a human, though he would torture those who tried to urn from his rule in many ways. But close to here tucked away in the tress and stones, a Kitsune was born and heard foxes dying. And just like many others they say, is very protective of the foxes, seeing them as his own children and wanting to avenge them. The kitsune had dragged the king back to the Townsquare and killed him in a very slow, humiliating manner as they say, and made a deal. He would watch over the land, proving a land of riches, crops, fresh water, we would be known as the best kingdom around for anyone to live in. But under no circumstances were anyone allowed to kill any foxes. No matter how cold, how hungry, if they heard a fox cry out and die, or even in pain. The kitsune would find them and kill them slowly till they died very slowly and painfully, and no one was allowed to go and help them. That was their punishment. Even if we were in the threat of war the kitsune would handle that so no one had to bury their partners so easily. The last screams you heard were of the last two people who broke the rule. There is another myth going around that the kitsune promised to never pin any dead corpses to any trees since it would taint them, instead they were taken away by the roots and left to rot underground. From what I know, the kitsune will otherwise be very kind to others if you ever got the chance to meet them, but they keep their face covered sometimes, but they also can switch very fast and very violently.” 

It took Yeosang to not ever smile at the fact of this, knowing he had killed many who thought he was bluffing even after ripping the old king apart limp from limp in a gruesome manner and would do it all over again without a second thought or hesitation whatsoever. But he knew he needed to remain the soft-spoken prince of gold to the elves for now, everything would fold into play later and there would be nothing anyone could do to stop it from happening. Yeosang was watching y/n listen very carefully in order to make sure nothing was going over their head and everything was staying intact so they could remember the information. “Has the kitsune ever talked to you? How do you know it’s actually them?” “Their trade mark is impossible for us to copy. The way the limps are taken off, a human would leave a blood trail and the weapons would be easy to find no matter how deep they were buried since we take these matters very seriously. And if someone ever did try to copy them, just like the hunters, they would be killed but their bodies would be displayed in the middle of the town. We had those for a while and they were very...quickly stopped.” “What can the humans do in return?”  

Yeosang had to think of a simple answer for this one, softly humming to himself and slightly tilting his head while seongwha had brought the plate over, softly sitting it down nad pouring some of the teacups. “What we’ve learned throughout the years is that the kitsune loves treats made to look like fish, though strangely they won't take the fish themselves. They have a statue close to the palace, and we know they like it when the water in the bottom layer is shining like the stars. If it’s dirty then they don’t like it.” Y/N was trying to stay watchful of yeosang’s expressions to see if therewere any hoels inside of yeosang’s story. This was something he wanted to see for himself, since he never was able to walk down on teh floor before now in order to see if there were any holes in this story. Slightly looking between wooyoung, Min-gi and then Yunho just to make sure they were listening too so no one was missing anything and if needed, they could go out and look for the statue and see and maybe even find the fox themselves, but it would be hard since Y/N wouldn’t allow them to die for trying to figure this out. But yeosang has had to tell this story countless times to those who would want to trade or even come to visit and ay their respects, not even those outside of the kingdom are safe if they disrespect the kitsune in anyway shape or form and htey never take it lightly in any shape or form. 

“Come, I’ll take all of you there to see it for yourself, you can bring anything with you to leave there, they are always watching.” Standing up from his seat, softly patting his lap and walking slightly turning his body to see if y/n would want to come, maybe they could leave something in their bag and Yeosang can make sure that nothing happens, after all he has a legend is true for themselves. But he also had to be careful, there were three guards watching his every move. Y/N took his offer and started to walk with him, allowing for the three tall males behind them to follow the pair to the main gates, where San was doing his check-ins with his mask still on just in case Yeosang were to come out and go on a walk, since he is known to be leaving quiet frequently just to walk around and see what he can do to those around him. San had kept his sword on his right hip as he looked down from the guard post, leaning on the ladder to slide or even him down.  “My prince, are you wanting to go out with the guest?” “Yes San, can you open the gates and come with or is the switch happening now?”  

San looked over to the other guards up on the walkway of the wall where most of the guards were walking to do their switch before seeing the thumbs up around. Softly nodding his head before holding onto the far side of the ladder and slid down before reaching the ground. Fixing the gauntlets on his wrist before walking over. “You can take your mask off as well, they will be staying for a while. It’s only fair that they get to see your face as well.” At first San had raised a brow at this statement, hiding a grin from under his mask before nodding his head to him and reached his hands behind before unhooking the back of the mask and holding it in his hands. Showing off his sharp and that smirk on his face, but also a deep cut on his left cheek while keeping the mask tucked in one of his many pockets so it wouldn’t get dirty or lost. “Oh, my what happened to your cheek? Did you get caught in a nasty fight?” “It was a fair duel I had when I was younger. But the person did not take the loss lightly and tried to cut my face but got my cheek. Not that I mind it, I just wear a mask when we must leave or meet others so they can’t recognize my lower half since most of the guards have the same eyes as me, making it a little harder to pinpoint, but we have several different ones to wear when we need to.” 

San explained to Y/N, seeing their concerned expression on their face as the gates opened to allow the five of them to leave. San had folded the mask and kept it tucked away in his pocket before crossing his arms, something he grew used to doing as a habit before walking with them to the village outside of the gate. Side glancing at Yeosang to see his facial expression, and he had a interesting look on his face to say the least. 

“This is where the statue stands, no one was allowed to fully make the face out of stone since it was requested to have the mask on to cover their eye and leave their smirk, the artist wasn’t allowed to tell not even the prince here what they saw.” San spoke, finally showing the elves the clean white statue of the fox being surrounded by its own tails around its waist and being close to him. The smirk on the statue was the main point here, being surrounded by fresh clean water and well-kept treats as well with not even a lea floating around in the water and resting on the front of the two steps were baskets of flowers, anything gold even and some favored sweets that were even seen taken bite marks out of some of the sweets and have been kept there since.  

The flowers surrounding the statue were some of the kitsune’s favorite, the different colored roses that were blooming along with some smaller flowers to make it feel more peaveful despite the things he had done to get here. And still holding a mask to cover his eyes. Something Y/N was taking a liking to while setting down some of the treats they had brought from their home, feeling excited to finally see this in person, the legends surrounding the ones they know are often those who simply come and aid those in need but this one was different and was not afraid to show it. “They say kitsune use fans as weapons if there ever in a duel, does anyone know if that’s true for this one? Or is he only known for being brutal with his killings.” Yeosang looked puzzled by the question, not because he didn’t truly know, but how would he answer that? No one had seen him fight before, not with anything in his own hands before, nor had he ever had the reason to even use a weapon though he did have a fan, that was kept near the shrine in a hidden box buried under some flowers. Yeosang was known among the court to use his hands in a brutal manner, often having to scrub his hands before resting because of how much blood would stain his hands, because if he were to wear gloves people would wonder if he had a rash and those who are visiting often would press him about his hands no matter what kind of reason he gave. 

“I truly do not have an answer, some thought he would use a sword, others thought a staff but most say a fan. But we’ve never seen any of those markings on any of the bodies. Some are spilt on whether he uses his hands and claws for it or if he managed to use his fan in creative ways to make it like this.” He answered, admirng how excited Y/N was while Wooyoung was staring at the statue almost as if he were studying some of the features that were present before slowly looking over to Yeosang who was smiling and gently talking with Y/N about whatever he could manage to talk about. Then looking over to San, who was also staring at him but not in a admiring way, but in a warning way. Because this was something that could ruin a lot of things and that could and most likely would include Y/N’s safety. Yeosang is a man of very few possession but when he sees something he truly wants he does whatever he can to get it and this was the same for Y/N. 

Wooyoung would look at the other two he was with, knowing that they would need to have a talk when San wasn’t around to hear them, or even pull San into this talk but would know that they wouldn’t get near to it, and this was going to be something that that needed to plan out. “I can show you the library section and you can read just about anything you would like that we have on everything here, come I’ll guide you and allow San to do as he wishes. He loves this type of weather when we get the chance.” Wooyoung watched the two start to walk, doing his tongue clicking to make sure Min-gi and Yunho were close behind him while San started to walk close, the 4 of them keeping up with their pace while they were still talking like the two of them were long distance friends and trying to reconnect with one another. They were close enough to keep a wide range of them, but far enough to talk about something without anyone knowing. “We need to talk to you, along mister show off. You know something he isn't telling us. And either I figure it out, or her father will find a way to get it out of you and it won’t leave such a pity scar on your face.” Not even looking at San, keeping a resting face with his arms crossed over his chest and marching back to the walls. San couldn’t help but grin slightly before looking at the large red gates, giving the wave to open the gates for all of them just enough for them to get in, no one paying much attention to the guest since they knew they would be judge by the prince for doing so. 

“San, you are free to do as you wish with our guest here, I’ll be in the library and if I’m not there I should be around the kitchen or the garden. If I’m not there then yes you can come and search for me.” Yeosang said quickly before holding Y/N’s hand and running back inside like an excited child before disappearing behind the doors, allowing San to turn to look at the other three males before seeing Yunho hold the spear close to his neck, despite the guards who were watching closely with arrows almost ready to be drawn and shot, but San did the lower sign before agreeing. “Come, there’s always prying ears here, and it wouldn’t be fair to have a standoff with over 30 men around the walls of the place waiting for my command.” 

San started to walk to the left, listening to the others walking to a door within the walls. It was a side door in case anyone needed to make a quick escape or entrance, but it was also close to the guards living quarters where they had accessed their own bath house, but the captain had their own little hot spring to rest but also a lake to sit and watch the stars at night when it was time for him to rest and his second in command, Jong-Ho would take over for the night. San made sure no one knew where this was since it was more like his own secret find, the sight here was something he wanted to have to himself and keep it so no one else was allowed to make him resent ever finding it for himself. He led the other three here before walking on the stones and showing them a place to sit before sitting down. “By all means, ask me anything.” Wooyoung kept his arms crossed while looking at him before the quiet two, who kept a stern look before wooyoung turned to stare back down at San. “Mingi, Yuho, go inf the library and see if there's any window, if not you know what to do, I’ll ask from here.” Yunho had hesitated because he knows Wooyoung’s temper, and sometimes people will use that and keep him wrapped around their fingers no matter how close they think they are. 

But Mingi gave the nod before the two had jumped from the trees, not trusting the door they came from. San just kept a carefree expression while keeping his eyes locked on Wooyoung. “Your prince is the kitsune, I heard that conversation and I know this isn’t your first time hearing something like it. Is his stories accurate or is he just bluffing.” He demanded to know, leaning his hands on the table while San just raised one eyebrow in an arch before crossing his arms. “You’ve been paying that close attention? Most just say they look related in some form or another. No one's ever got this close before.” “Cut the shit and tell me.” “You’re very serious for someone that looks this cute, but I guess.” Wooyoung looked ready to punch san in the face if he possible but kept his distance just to stop that from happening and just stood back up and crossed his arms while San let out a sigh. “The way it happened was complicated. Because The prince himself is the son of the late king that was known for being cruel. But the actual prince himself was known for being the way he is now, he loved everyone that walked through those gates.”  

Wooyoung kept watching San’s close expressions to make sure there was no lies being spread about this, wanting to make sure that nothing was a lie. Seeing the look in San’s eyes change from being a soft and friendly stare to something sterner in staring and make him want to question more. But San wasn’t done, even before Wooyoung could ask the question. “But during that killing, Yeosang decided to make a deal, because truthfully everyone around knew that the prince was deathly sick but we also knew the king hated his only son and was planning to kill him off, just to either make another son with some poor soul or would find someone just as messed up as he was to ruin this place further . The prince made a deal, because they knew they only had seconds to live at that point. And when the seal was done, the prince had already died. And when that happened, he erased his actual face from those who were watching trying save the king but not the prince. But he made sure those in the court and related towards them had to remember for obvious reasons. Now as for the seonghwa situation, you have good luck getting that out of your captain for answers. As for Y/N don’t worry, Yeosang  won’t do much to hurt them, that would be the only person to see them in such a vulnerable state before. But that wouldn’t happen till Yeosang has to do something drastic, which we all know will happen and there won’t be anything you could do.” 

Looking down at San in shock, wooyoung felt the story come together and wrap around in his head while San started to stand up and get closer. “Everyone in the court knows if Yeosang finds someone he cherish more than his own gold stash, anyone who makes them cry is going to tortured in the worst ways no human could ever stop. Now we should head now hm? Let’s go.” 

You know Y/N, this is why being curious can always be a bad thing.” Yeosang started walking through the woods, the moon was shining down brightly through the leaves to the ground, where he was quietly walking in a taunting manner. His flags were slowly swaying side to side while his fingernails started to grow, the tips of his nails turning black. His eyes turning their dangerous bright orange color while he held his two pitch black fans with a smirk growing on his face as he kept listening in. “You wanted to meet me after just two weeks being here, why are you so scared to meet me now, hm? Nothing else is different, other than my tone.” He stopped before slowly turning around to see the elf pointing their staff towards the male, trying to even seem brave for doing so while Yeosang continued to smirk, flapping his fans open before fully turning around. “You...You did a lot of things to my dad and my mom. You never told me that!” “Little leaf you never asked. How can I answer questions if they aren’t being asked?” He slowly got closer, seeing them point the staff closing, this meant they would attack if needed. Seeing little orbs of light start to surround the top of the staff, trying his hardest to show that he was serious about this and wasn’t going to take anything that wasn’t the truth here. 

“Answer me first!” Squatting down to the ground, Yeosang’s eyes never leaving Y/N’s. He jumped backwards, landing on a branch but didn’t even seem to shake it before slowly sitting down, his tail staying upwards while his legs were crossed. “Simple, your parent's relationship was seen as forbidden on your mother's side. Since he wasn’t supposed to date anyone outside of who his parents had arranged for him to date. Let alone another man. And an elf on top of that? Elves are known to get any gender pregnant to term, oh but your mother was determined to leave when you were supposed to be born. But without the help of your dad and the other trained elves, your birth was dangerous without help, and his family chased him through the woods, oh they planned to kill you the moment you were fully out of the womb and do who knows what to your poor mother. But your dad made a deal with me, I take care of those monsters, he saves your mother and gets to keep you. But I didn't must do a thing when I got there.”  

Yeosang’s tone remind in a calm, but still lingered with a taunting tone, staring down into Y/N’s eyes while their eyes were frankly moving around as if he were tyring to solve the puzzle with so many pieces still needed to fall into their places before anything could be done about it all to begin with. Something Yeosang enjoyed the most when doing, and there was nothing a lot of people could ever do about it, even if they wanted to. “Your mother had killed her own family, knowing either way he was bound to be hunted down by them. And if they ever saw you, you would be dead regardless of how old you were. But the scary part for your father was that your mother was in a nest, the branches and vines from outside had made their way inside to wrap under him and he was being forced to push despite not wanting to. It was dangerous to get close but hongjoong went anyways because your feet were sticking out, which for them is a good sign but human births, it could be dangerous. So he got close enough and got you safe in his arms, but your mother was in a dangerous state. Changing almost and so, the only thing I could do to fix it was by erasing her memories of her family. Making it look like they were killed in a robbery, but he was able to hide, but I added a catch. If you grew up and ever said the word mom to him, your mother would remember everything. Which is why when you accidentally called seonghwa mom, they looked at me and started to panic. And while you were so determined to catch me, I know your dad heard that and ran thinking you were hurt. Oh, he’ll be so happy to see why, he missed his little family.”  

Yeosang had vanished from the branch he was sitting on, making Y/N jump and blink in confusion, as if they were just now coming back from their own little world that was slowly crumbling faster than they could build. But that’s when they heard their dad screaming out their name, and now their mother. Turning around to see the two of them running closer with hongjoong being the first to hold YN tightly, seonghwa holding the two of them while trying not to fall on the ground after running and having to jump over tree logs to get here. Yeosang stayed behind a tree, watching them while trying to make sure the sun wasn’t coming up now. Even with it being late, almost close to morning, he needed time before he had to change once more. He enjoyed the sight of seonghwa looking around before the two finally locked eyes with each other. Seonghwa didn’t scream but he did tug hongjoong, breaking the family hug while the three of them kept staring into the bright orange eyes that peaked out from the tree. With hongjoong stepping forward with his own weapon in hand, but could just imagine the grin on Yeosang’s face that was hiding in the dark. 

Looking back up, the wind suddenly moved around Y/n whistling their eyes opened wide before seeing Yeosang in front of him. His sharp eyes staring down while his tails swayed to the sides with excitement burning in both the way they swayed and the look in his eyes. “And we have a deal, you are mine to bite, to devour, to taste.” He started not caring if the staff was glowing towards his chest, watching y/n try their hardest to stand up while walking backwards and trying not to trip on anything behind him that he couldn’t see. “You belong under me, doesn’t that sound like such a pleasant place to be? No concubine has ever been able to get that, that get handed to San, Jong-Ho, anyone else in my court. Yet all I want is you, and I’m going to get it.” He kept walking till Y/n tried to run, knowing that their Appa was close behind him and all he needed to do was run and make it before it was too late. Licking his lips and fangs Yeosang began the chase, jumping up to the trees before jumping down far ahead of Y/N, twirling them around and picking him up before making their eyes meet. “Running does nothing more than excite me more and I can’t wait to bite you. But I have a deal to uphold. Your village gets their safest place to do as they wish without the fear of anything and your Appa will be able to do as he wished to punish them, you’ll get your family back. But your mine, and there will be no saving you from me, understand now little leaf?” 

In such a teasing tone, his nails stayed under Y/N’s chin while his face was closer together and all he could was smirk, holding y/n’s hips close with his freehand while tilting his head to the side. “Running will do nothing, I won’t harm your family, but You Appa will burn every place he walks into if it means he can have you again, and you wouldn’t be able to recognize the man in front of you, now let’s head home and get you ready, I bite a lot.” 

Hongjoong was sitting at the table, holding his hands together on his sides while staring steaught ahead at nothing, He had to give away his little boy, his proud little boy who loved plants and flowers more then anything else, minus him. He hated it. He saw the fear in his sons eyes while they tried to stand strong in the outfit they were wearing. Yeosang had a wide varity of the wedding outfits both men style and women style for Y/N to choose from without having to make anything else. This was supposed to be a happy day for Y/N, and an emotional day for Hongjoong when he had to give away his son. Walking into the room where his son was, part of him wanted to cry at the sight of it. In that beautiful Hanbok with a fighting smile, their hair was allowed to be down with little flowers across his head. The dark blue fabric almost seemed to glow. The collar had white outlines while the shoulders and arms had dark gold stitched within them, the shoulders were tamed, but the sleeves were like an X pattern, around the waist was a gold band, the bottom was the main eyecatcher. Almost leaving a circle behind Y/n of dark blue and gold embroidery while the stitches seemed to resemble the outline of scales strangle. 

He knew what he had to do, but what hurt him more was seeing the mother of his child let silent tears fall down his face while helping them get dressed. The soft kisses but tight hugs knowing there was nothing either of them could do even while being allowed to visit at almost any time. But they had to go, the ceremony was filled with flowers with a day so brought it was perfect for a marriage. Yeosang stood there happy as could be, not wearing his mask anymore while smiling brightly while watching y/n get closer and closer. It was hard to hide his tail because of how excited he was about this moment. Hongjoong had to stand there and listen to the vows that were prepared beforehand and watching the pair finally kissed, allowing everyone to enjoy the feast of each other and mingle, while they were taken to eat high and dance before leaving the scene. Hongjoong was just in a corner of the courtyard, he didn’t know whether he wanted to destroy everything and have a fight against yeosang or bite his tongue and not look at anyone or he would cause a scene. “Your going to pop a vein in your head if you keep staring too hard at nothing.” Hearing that voice snap him back to reality, hongjoong whipped his head around to see Seonghwa walking over with two plates in hand. A small smile on his face before slowing sitting down, hongjoong could only blink a couple times before slowly sitting up in his head, letting go of his hands.  

He wanted to say something, because seonghwa truly hasn’t changed much at all and it made his heart flutter to see them so close together, just sitting down and trying to eat again. ”Seonghwa...I’m SO-” “Don’t. I know you, this was your very last resort if things truly were bad. We may not be together the way we imagined, but we’re somewhat closer. I have to be by their side every day and knowing you, you’ll be switching between here and there.” Hongjoong could only look at the taller male trying to feed him, trying to make some light of this situation knowing that there was very little either of them could do. “Do you think Yeosang will truly keep Y/N safe, you would know better than anyone I could ask.” Seonghwa turned to look at the crowd, seeing yeosang have a tight yet protective hold on the masking male in front of him.  He smiled brightly while swaying side to side. “Every Fox has their muse, he’ll be safe but also be strict, Yeosang never shares what he claims is his, and that is rare.” “And would tonight be a safe night?” Seonghwa could only stare at Hongjoong, knowing that the next time either of them saw y/n and yeosang, all Seonghwa hoped that there would be no grandkids running around so. 

The celebration was grand with mixed themes from the elves and from yeosang’s people were having fun trying out new things. Dancing together with vines and flowers surrounding the married couple with the sound of drums and banging in everyone's ears. Trying new foods and drinks before seeing Y/N try to quietly walk up the stairs to where his resting quarters would be, so yeosang was quick to run up there and hold y/n’s hand close before stopping at the top of the stairs. “Ready to rest now little leaf?” he asked, moving his hands up to their sides to help lift them above his head before holding him close to his chest. “I was hoping to walk alone to the room.” “Now now you would’ve been lost, my real room is hidden. You don’t know that one. Unless you don’t want to see my tails and teeth we can go to my main room, but for everything else, we have to go somewhere else to see all of that.” 

Despite Yeosang wanting to ravish his new husband on their wedding night, when he heard the words no, he didn’t keep pushing. He respected their choice and waited till the y/n could look him in the eyes and say yes. Something he always wanted to hear because it would give him more free rein to leave as many marks as possible, even as the days turned to weeks, weeks into months and almost 2 years. Yeosang would Lay in a nest hungry but would often try his hardest to keep his own desires away till he heard the green word, and he could lose his mind. And tonight was no different, he left Y/N alone once dinner was over to rush to his hidden room and nearly ripped the fabric of his clothes off till they were on the ground before laying naked in his nest. HIs tails swaying around while his ears twitched with his eyes remaining closed as he could feel himself sweating despite his room being mostly cool year around. He wanted his partner, he wanted to pounce after waiting so long but he kept stopping himself frmo doing so. That was until he heard the door sliding open slowly, it made him jump while his tails kept him covered and he was so happy at what he was seeing. Y/N slowly closing the door while only wearing loose clothes before finally looking in yeosang’s eyes. "You've waited long enough, it;s a custom of ours. Where we make our partners wait 2 years before being able to touch, and you’ve made it.”  The clothes were just seemed to make their way feel at home thrown and crumbled away in the corner of the white and golden room with the windows all closed, tucked away from the hearing ear and prying eye with the doors closed and no one being able to come inside from the outside, since it was hidden and seemed to blend in to look like just another plain wall painting for anyone else to see. The only thing happening now was skin to skin contact with the married couple. Laying on the large round bed with the sheets already having wrinkles and tugs on them, with some of the pillows being a mess. Y/N having their stomach touching the sheets with their back in the air, feeling Yeosang’s nails and lips kissing from the back of their neck to the lower part of their back. Planting their own little marks along while Yeosang’s tails began to sway excitedly side to side. “You don’t have to be shy around me now, in this room there would be no reason for me to hurt you, it’s been ages since I’ve last stayed here, I’ll take such good care of you.” 

His kisses were hungry, flipping Y/n on their back and kissing their chest and stomach, his eyes remianed closed while his ears twitched at every sound, every moan, every groan before Yeosang pulled away from the soft delicate skin because of the tug he felt in his hair, catching him by surprised as he let out a soft yelp at the feeling. Seeing Y/N arch closer to lock the pair in a kiss with their heads tilted to the side, tongues were twirling around each other while y/n’s hands continued to roam but being careful of the tails, since one of them could either make Yeosang fall and be submissive or drive him crazy till he could no longer thrust anymore and he would fall. It was something of a risk with getting the right one depending on the mood. “Please...please let me do the work, if I have to sit still, I’ll pound you into this bed so fast your parents might just bust down the wall to make sure I’m not killing you.” Yeosang groaned, licking Y/M’s neck with soft bite marks while holding their legs on his shoulders. But Y/N had a smirk before shaking his head no, finding a way to flip them over so Yeosang was on the bed, and they were on top, slowly crawling down to the ground between Yeosang’s legs. Looking up at his desperate eyes. “Hmm, no. I want to try this first, might explain why Wooyoung drags San to hidden places before coming back.” Yeosang wanted to open his mouth to say something, maybe like a weak whisper of please before letting out a groan, nearly falling on the back of the bed when he felt the inside of Y/N’s mouth around his dick. His head quickly leaned forward to look down at the sight of Y/n bobbing his head back and forth, letting out gagging noises while swirling their tongue around it all. Their eyes would stay closed for a while before looking up to see Yeosang’s head leaning all over the place his legs propped to the side while his nails were digging into the white sheets under him while his opened mouth continued to let out moans mixed with whimpers and his staggered breath with each movement. 

His words were seemingly failing him, no matter how many times he tried to open his mouth to say something, anything but there was just nothing coming out while he managed to have one of his hands tangled in Y/N’s hair. His eyes fluttering opened and closed while he felt his hips move on their own. His ears stayed pointed straight while his tails seemed to be going up and down while almost seemingly like there were shaking. Yeosang could feel it now, his own release was coming but Y/N had no plans on slowing down. Staying on their knees with his hands gripping on Yeosang’s inner though to leave scratched before stopping. Letting out a muffled gag before slowly pulling away whist a string of salvia before swallowing. Looking up at Yeosang with their tongue hanging out before slowly standing up, locking eyes with a starstruck yeosang who was panting still before pulling Y/N down for a kiss, wrapping their arms around him before flipping him back over, he was growling in the long kiss while Y/N would let out a soft giggle or moan before looking at the hungry man. His tip was resting right under the entrance where it needed to go. Yeosang’s eyes were full of desire, he wanted to hear it. It would drive him crazy but he wanted to hear it, his eyes doing most of the begging for him. “Dear..” Y/N ran a finer down Yeosang’s spine in a slow manner, watching yeosang shiver at the touch like he was about to lose his mind. “If I’m not stuck to this bed and barely able to move and speak to you, if I’m not full and leaking, I’m going ot ride you till you can’t stay awake, or I finally give up. Elves are known for this.” It was like a dark switch flipped inside of Yeosang’s mind, keeping Y/n’s head pinned down to the bed before pushing himself inside of Y/N, letting that loud moan fill his ears before letting his hips move in an animalist pace. Feeling the scratches on his back, hearing the pleads right in his ears while leaning his head down before Y/N’s shoulders. It was enough to let him off edge. 

“Right there Yeosang! Fuck making you wait really was torture huh?” Y/N tried to tease with moans and gasp in between, but each word just made Yeosang move faster, changing his angle slightly upward while the sound of skin slapping got louder. When Yeosang finally pulled away from Y/N’s shoulder, his fangs showing with his eyes showing nothing but desire as they glowed that signature bright orange color while they two of them locked eyes with each other. Wanting nothing more than to never stop but he knew at some point the two of them would have to regardless of how much they didn’t want to. The night was passing them, but yeosang was no longer ontop. His bright eyes were going dim as his body began to shake after so many releases, he was sure there would be children growing. Yeosang was now on the bed, his eyes struggling to stay awake as he watched Y/n bounce like they still had stamina, holding onto Yeosang’s scratched marked sides one more time before finally slamming down one last time. Allowing streams to cover Yeosang’s chest one more before collapsing on him. His body was tired, but Yeosang’s eyes closed before he could even say anything. His tails were swaying to show that he was still awake and breathing but he just couldn’t keep his eyes open. Y/N could only smile at this, knowing their plan worked all along. 

Slowly leaning up to grab a towel close to the pair, slowly lifting themselves up and wiping yeosang cleaned along with himself. He hummed softly to himself before straddling Yeosang once again. Looking down at the tired fox before smiling, keeping his tone quiet so Yeosang wouldn’t be able to hear him in his sleep. “I always knew a charming elf was something the kitsune would want, not for power but just because, I’m surprised Appa didn’t tell you anything. But I got to meet my mother so that’s all that matters, they’re happy. And you’re forever mine, not the other way around.” 

[cookiejarwrites]

Dear Past Self | Chapter 1

pairing: nagito komaeda x fem!reader

words: around 800

synopsis: You begin receiving letters from your future self. As the letters continue, each of your high school regrets are gradually revealed, along with advice to stop them. One thing soon becomes very apparent. All your regrets revolve around one person...Nagito Komaeda.

a/n: still have a brain injury but i got bored and started playing danganronpa again so I’m redoing an old story of mine. It was previously on my ao3 but has been taken down, the old version is still currently on my old Wattpad though.

(aka you receive letters from your future self warning you of the disaster and despair that lies ahead)

I awoke to the jarring sound of my alarm clock blaring. With a swift motion, I slammed my hand down, silencing the obnoxious noise. Annoyed at the early start, I let out a groan. The struggles of waking up for school were never-ending. However, today was different. Today marked the beginning of my journey at Hopes Peak Academy, a prestigious school for individuals with extravagant abilities.

Although I didn't consider my talent particularly exhilarating, I had managed to catch the attention of the academy scouts. I was honored to be known as the Ultimate Pastry Chef. My aspirations revolved around opening my own bakery using only sustainable sources. I could go on for hours about all the details I had for my future, even to the exact menu price of my inevitable future restaurant.

In a less than graceful manner, I rolled out of my bed and thumped onto the floor. Determined not to be tardy on my first day, I hastily threw on my uniform and made my way to the bathroom to complete my morning routine.

As I prepared myself for the day, toothbrush still in my mouth, my mother's voice echoed from downstairs, "Y/N! Someone left a letter for you!"

Without hesitation, I went downstairs, snatched the letter, and darted back up to my bathroom. A sense of curiosity filled me as I examined the envelope. It was pristine, as if it had travelled in a steam-press rather than in a mail mans hand. Flipping it over, I took a closer look at the words. The handwriting bore a striking resemblance to my own, only neater. Surprisingly, there was no postmark on the back, leaving me puzzled as to how it found its way to me in the first place. To add to the intrigue, there was no sender name or address. The only words present were "from the future."

I rolled my eyes skeptically. Clearly, this was some sort of foolish prank. Disregarding the delicate nature of the neatly folded envelope, I tore it open. Swiftly, I plucked the paper from the envelope.

"What a lousy joke," I mumbled under my breath as my eyes scanned the letter.

Skipping to the bottom of the page, I glanced to see if there was the name of the sender, hoping for some kind of explanation. My annoyance increased as I read the words printed in neat handwriting.

"What the..? From me? Jeez, this is so dumb," I muttered to myself, the mix of disbelief and frustration evident in my voice. With each passing moment, my agitation grew

Taking a deep breath, I made up my mind to read the full letter from the beginning. Maybe, just maybe, it held some answers or at least shed light on the strange letter.

"Dear Y/N,

Hello. How are you? I wish you the best. I'm sure you are very excited for high school. You are an ultimate after all.

I'm writing this letter 6 years in your future. I'm sure you are very confused.

I'd like to ask you to do me a favor.

I made many mistakes in my past, and I'm hoping you won't make the same ones. Although it'd be terribly hard to erase all the disaster and despair that is to come, perhaps you can change the future for the better, before things go too far downhill.

I'll be sending you letters from now on. Each letter will be sent in chronological order of when events in your future will happen. I will also give you the choices I want you to make in order to change the past and prevent what is soon to be the most despair-inducing event in all of history. Not that you're the cause of it or anything, but some of your actions may affect how things play out. Especially how things ended up with someone you'll come to truly love.

Sincerely, Your future self."

The words resonated in my mind, leaving me dumbfounded and conflicted. Could this really be true? The thought crossed my mind, but I pushed it aside, not ready to fully accept the notion just yet.

"That's completely ridiculous. This must be a joke or something. There's no way—Oh, shit the time!"

The realization hit me like a bag of bricks, bringing me back to the present moment. I hastily rushed out of the bathroom, not bothering to collect my thoughts or make sense of the situation.

Bounding down the stairs, I grabbed my backpack and an extra pair of dress shoes, my mind racing with thoughts of the ticking clock. It was already 6 minutes past the time I had planned to leave for school, and I couldn't afford to waste another second.

[mxqdii]

omg i loved the chris imagine so much holy shit

if youve heard the song, could you perhaps do an imagine (chris sturniolo x reader) based on the song Ant Pile by dominic fike?

it doesnt have to be a song fic necessarily, but like just kinda based on it yk? completely up to you!!

fave song fr 🙏🙏

ant pile - c.s

pairings: chris sturniolo x reader

summary: based on the song 'ant pile' by dominic fike

warning(s): mentions of drugs

a/n: i'm not too familiar with this song so i'm sorry if anything is wrong!! i tried my best :)

not proofread

"remember the day we met?" he asks and i groan

"i wish i didn't" i say laughing

"wait what happened?" matt asks and i look at chris, letting him explain the story

"first grade, someone tied her to a fucking ant pile" chris explains

"how do you tie someone to an ant pile??" nick shouts

i remember back then, i always knew chris liked me.

then we went to highschool and we started dating..

9TH GRADE:

i push chris against my locker

"hey! ow!" he says and i shush him

"sorry! i just missed you" i say hugging him

"lets go home before my mom gets there" i say, sadness evident in my voice as i grab chris's hand and lead him outside

chris has always been there for me, espically in highschool when the whole thing with my mom went down..

the triplets and marylou let me stay with them for a while because of that whole incident

ever since my dad passed away, she'd bring home a different lover everyday

she even threw her wedding ring away, i had to ding through the trash to find it.

the worst part was, i still loved her, a lot.

chris knew that and even though i didn't understand my feelings, he was good at helping me understand them

espically when all my mom did was drugs.

8TH GRADE:

it's the first day of 8th grade and i'm terrified.. i haven't seen chris since last summer

i look so different..

i walk into school, on my way to my locker, but i stop in my tracks seeing chris

we catch eye contact and he immediately walks towards me

he kisses me unexpectedly and i smile, hugging him.

9TH GRADE:

chris has decided to take me on a date..

i'm really nervous, espically because i didn't have anyone to help me get ready

but i think i look fine, i hope i look fine atleast..

chris picks me up and go to watch a movie.. which was awful

so we then went to dinner, what could go wrong at dinner?

turns out everything because i ended up being allergic to the pasta they gave me.

as chris is driving me home, silence filling the car, he pulls over looking towards me

"let me get a redo. anywhere you wanna go, you can pick it and i'll meet you there"

whats the worst that could happen next evening?

today was the worst it can get.

10TH GRADE:

"i love you" chris says and i look at him, wide eyed

"i've seen you fall to pieces, i've loved you since that day in first grade when you got tied to that ant pile, i love you y/n" he says

theres no more ways this boy can suprise me.

i look at him, seeing his expresssion one unfamiliar, one filled with love.

i run up to him, hugging him.

putting my hands on his face, i kiss him.

"i love you too chris" i say

"how the fuck did we go from you telling us about y/n being tied to an ant pile.. to now telling us your whole relationship story??" nick asks

"sorry! i got carried away" chris says and i laugh

"chris you're a little too enthusiastic at our weird cringe love story" i say and he rolls his eyes

"yeah yeah sure i am" he responds and nick and matt look at eachother in disgust

"can we talk about something else now?" matt says

a/n: i'm not even gonna re-read this because i think i hate it, so i'm so sorry to whoever requested this and i hope i did okay!!

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@strniolo @stargirlv0id @annaisabookworm

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Support System pt. 2

Thanks for reading! I figure if I can get this out of my head I can get on with the other stuff.... or I'll just be compelled to write more Roy. Who knows?!

MASTERLIST

Chapter 2

Shrieks and giggles and thundering footsteps sounded throughout Sara's house. You sat at either end of the sofa with a large glass of wine and rolled your eyes. 

"I can't decide if someone's going to get hurt or…"

"Nah, they're fine," sudden silence, Sara looked up to the ceiling, "I think…" The giggles returned and she relaxed. "Andy didn't fancy helping out yesterday afternoon then?"

"He had plans apparently." You sigh. "I don't get how he can be this super organised dad for years and then decide he's not that person anymore."

"He's punishing you. For having a better job, for the long hours and the commuting. Typical 'this is what I've been doing for ages, you should be able to do it too?' bullshit. Phebs dad did the same till he buggered off completely."

"He knew my job was tricky, it's never been flexible - that's not new information. Now I'm trying to force flexibility and redo how I work."

"You'll find a balance. It'll take time."

"I just wanted to show Lexie that mum's can have great jobs. That I can do both. I totally fell for the you can have it all bullshit. You can have it all as long as you sacrifice yourself to do it." She patted your knee in comfort. 

"You can have it all. Just never expect to eat a hot meal, shower in peace, or have sex ever again."

"I haven't had any of those things in years anyway!" You laugh. 

"You have half a week alone now - you've never had that before! Time to introduce eating dinner and having sex!"

"It's the weirdest thing. The house is so quiet." A thud comes from upstairs. 

"I know, it's bizarre. Even if Phoebe's not here, I still do everything the same."

"Are we saddos?"

"Definitely. I guess that rules out the sex."

"Hmmm. I guess so!" You'd ordered pizzas for dinner and put on a Disney film for the girls. Sara could do French plaits, but you couldn't, so she braided hair while you painted nails. The girls loved every second. The following morning, Sara, with a rare full weekend off, was taking Phoebe to the Richmond game. She'd text Roy the night before and asked for two extra tickets for you and Lexie. While she was wrangling the girls to the breakfast table, the front door knocked, so you went to answer it. Roy had his back to you, but turned at the sound of the door opening. You were suddenly very conscious of your matching sleep shorts and t-shirt - he looked great in dark jeans and a black henley. He looked from your bare feet, up your legs. Thank god you'd put a bra on. 

"Mornin'" he said gruffly, handing her two tickets, "these are for Sara. Yours will be at the ticket office."

"Oh, thank you. Do you want some money for the tickets?" You turn to find your bag on the coat hooks. 

"Don't be fucking daft, course I don't. You might want to put some more clothes on though, it's cold." He was heading back down the garden path before he'd finished speaking. 

"Duh. I don't exactly go out in public like this." You called.

"Shame." You heard as he rounded the corner to his car. 

"Prick." You had no idea why Phoebe was so obsessed with this rude uncle who took the piss out of everyone. 

~~~~~~~

By the time you'd all gotten dressed and wrapped up, it was nearly time for the match. You walked round to Nelson Road, stopping at the ticket office to collect the tickets he'd left in your name. The noise in the stadium was unreal. It was mid March and the team didn't have long left till the end of the season, they were doing well and everyone had high hopes. Your seats were in the designated family area just behind the dugout. High above you was the owners box and directly in front of you were the Richmond team and coaching staff. Phoebe and Lexie were already joining in the chants and cheers around them. The combination of two 9 year old girls made them significantly louder than normal, Roy turned to seek them out and gave the girls a little wave, catching your eye as he did so.

"Does it remind you of loving boy bands when we were girls?" Sara asked as the stadium began it's 'Jamie Tartt doo doo doo doo' song. 

"Oh yeah, your brother is a real Robbie Williams!" You laugh. The team wins and you have to practically tear the girls apart when it's time to leave. "You'll see each other tomorrow." You reason, but it's not enough. "Why don't we pick Phoebe up in the morning and I'll take you both together?" That suggestion elicits some cheers. 

"Are you sure? I'm on early so I'll be leaving at 6am but Roy will be there. He comes straight from training Jamie at some stupid hour of the morning."

"That's fine, collect her from yours - about 7.30?"

"Yeah perfect, I'll let Roy know you'll be there." 

"Great, hear that girls? We'll get Phoebe and I'll take you both to school." The girls finally seem appeased and you manage to separate them. The rest of the afternoon you spend trying to straighten up the house, do Lexie's homework and cooking. You make sense of the coming week, Lexie gets collected by her dad on Wednesday afternoon so you know that the back half of the week can afford to be crazier and busier. Bathtime and bedtime are quick to arrive and once Lexie's settled, you finally get to sit on the sofa in silence. Sara has text to thank you for a lovely couple of days, and she's sent you Roy's number should you ever need it. Lexie is so excited to see Phoebe the next day that it takes a lot less arguing, bribery and shouting to get ready for school. You find a little extra time to put some effort in yourself with a black shift dress, heels and your hair loose around your shoulders.

"Mum, your hair looks so cute!" Lexie says happily. 

"Thanks bun. Let me brush your hair, see this is what happens when we both have time to get ready properly! No shouting and we both look smart." Lexie rolled her eyes, 

"Yeah yeah. Let's go get Phebs!"

"We'll be too early if we go now, love."

"Pleeeeease?" You check your watch, way too early but hopefully Roy won't be too much of a dick about it. It's a tube day today so you walk the short journey to Sara's. It's Phoebe who flings open the door and the two girls are inseparable once more. 

"You're really early, better come in." Roy calls from the kitchen. 

"We're walking to school so not that early." You clarify. He looks at your shoes, skeptical. 

"Walking to school then to the tube? You must be mad. I'm going past the school, I'll drive and drop you off at the station after." 

"You don't need to do that."

"I know, but I'm only going to end up driving past you in about 20 minutes anyway." He arches an eyebrow, daring you to argue. He pours another cup of coffee and hands it to you. "Besides, now you've got time to for a coffee before your day starts." You take the cup,

"Thank you." The girls come back to the kitchen, angling for extra breakfast so Roy opens a cupboard and hands them little chocolate croissants.

"Lexie's mum, you look lovely and your hair is beautiful today."

"Thanks Phoebe, that's very kind of you." You see her elbow Roy, 

"Doesn't she look lovely uncle Roy."

"Yeah, you look lovely."

"Thank you. Again." You blush, hiding your laugh behind your cup. 

"Got everything girls? We're goin' in a minute." You both finish your coffee while the girls get their bags and coats. Roy's 4x4 feels huge, he holds the door open for you at the same time as he does the same for Phoebe, then goes around to let Lexie in. 

"If this car wasn't so big, maybe it wouldn't be so easy to block you in?" You tease as he starts the car. He looks at you and for the briefest second you think he's angry, then he laughs and it's a low, deep chuckle which lights up his face and makes you feel warm in your belly. You jump out to take the girls into school while he turns the car around and then all too soon, you're outside the station. 

"Did you need me to get Lexie this afternoon?" He asks. It's a stark contrast to everytime you've had this conversation with Andy. Roy asks with ease and without judgement. "I'm getting Phoebe anyway?"

"I should be done in time, but thanks. If I get there first, I can get Phebs?"

"Nah it's OK, her mum should be home in time for bedtime tonight so I won't have her long anyway." You open the door to get out of the car but his warm hand on your elbow stops you, "Let me know if you're running late though, yeah? I don't mind. Sara gave you my number?" You nod, dumbly, "OK. Just call me or something."

"OK. See you… soon."

"Yeah, see you soon." You swear you're still blushing even once you're out of eyeshot and down on the platform. 

~~~~~~

The kids manage to survive by seeing each other at school, and the lighter Monday and Tuesday you'd planned mean for a smoother week. You don't need to call and beg Andy for help and you don't have to lean on Sara or Roy either. It's not until Wednesday morning that you cross paths again. You're waving goodbye to Lexie at the door when she spots Phoebe across the carpark with Roy. Since Lexie refuses to go in until Phoebe is there, you decide to wait for them. The girls hug and race inside for breakfast club. 

"Mornin', you alright?"

"Yeah, not bad. You?"

"Yeah good. Need a lift to the station?"

"That would be great - if you're sure?"

"Wouldn't have offered otherwise. Busy day?"

"Yep, a long one today. Lexie's dad is picking her up so I've got a late meeting." He holds the door open for you.

"What is it you do?"

"Deputy Director of Communications for a charity."

"Nice. Sounds… boring?"

"Hmm. They're not a great company to work for to be honest. They don't really have any people skills so they couldn't give a shit when you need something from them. It's all take take take." He shrugged,

"So leave?'

"Said the millionaire ex footballer with a great job as a coach. I have bills to pay - it's not that simple. Plus anything else at the same level is longer hours and generally more demanding than I can do at the moment."

"Fair enough. This is your stop." He pulls up at the station.

"Thanks. Probably won't see you till next week now, Lexie's with her dad till Saturday so no emergency pick ups needed. I can avoid the school completely."

"Lucky you. Let me know if anything changes and you need me to get the little un." You're suddenly overcome with gratitude for the support he and Sara have given in such a short amount of time. As if sensing how overwhelmed you are, he nudges your shoulder, "Don't be fucking weird about it. Off to work you go."

"Fuck off. I think you're nicer than you let on." You narrow your eyes at him. 

"Yeah well don't get fucking telling everyone. I don't do favours for the whole of the fucking town."

"Just the mums of Phoebe's friends."

"Just one of them."

"Ahh, it's survival of the fittest at the school gates and that's definitely not me."

"You're doing a great job. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Now, fuck off before you're late." You can see a grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. 

"Bye Roy!" You hop out of the car and turn back with a quick smile. 

~~~~~~~~

The second half of the week is as hectic as you expect it to be. You call Lexie each evening through yawns, promising her a fun weekend of baking. When Andy drops her off on Saturday morning, he invites himself into the kitchen despite you trying to avoid him. 

"Did you take her to the football last week?" He asks. 

"Yeah, her little bestie Phoebe got us tickets. Her uncle is one of the Richmond coaches."

"Not that miserable twat who picks her up from school? Roy Kent?"

"Yeah him. Phoebe adores him," you don't hesitate before adding, "I think Lex has taken a shine to him as well. And he's not a twat." 

"He had a go at me yesterday in the playground. I ain't having her go to a Richmond match, she should be West Ham."

"You can't force her to support anyone. She doesn't even have to like football. She likes Phoebe, she's a good friend and her mum is just as nice." You reply with a shrug. "Why did he have a go at you? Did you park on the hatches?"

"No I bloody didn't. I said Lex couldn't sleepover and he told me she could if she wanted to."

"Course she can if she wants to. Look, if you don't want her to spend time with her friends when she's with you, then fine. But when she's with me, we work out our plans together and we do what makes her happy." He shook his head and slammed the front door. It was barely 9am and you were done with his bullshit. You pull out your phone and text Sara, Going to the park if you want to come. Coffee on me x Then you call Lexie.

"Come on babe, let's go to the park and then we'll do some baking later." You don't get a reply from Sara so you head out anyway. Lexie is somewhere near the top of the big climbing frame when Phoebe barrels into you for a quick hug, and then goes off to join her best friend. "Hey Phebs!" You don't really want to turn away from the climbing frame but you do a quick scout around to see how far away Sara is. But it's not Sara on her way over, it's Roy with Phoebe's backpack on one shoulder and two coffees in his hands. He hands you one with a small smirk. 

"Park this early?"

"Thanks, rough morning. I heard you and Andy had a delightful conversation at school yesterday?"

"Dickhead said Lex couldn't have a sleepover with Phebs when it's his time with her."

"I know. I told him she could do whatever the fuck made her happy when she's with me."

"That's what I said," He growled. "Did he tell you he made some sly dig about it being so you can go off and do whatever or whoever you want?" You spin in anger to face him, his eyes stayed on the top of the climbing frame. 

"What?! No, he didn't dare say that to me. Ugh, he knows full well that single mums aren't exactly beating prospective new partners off with a stick. Just cos he's already met someone." You wipe your hand across your cheeks, shaking your head. Roy doesn't say anything. He reaches into Phoebe's bag, pulls out a paper bag and passes it to you. A chocolate star biscuit sits inside. 

"It's not a gold star, but whatever. You're a million times better than he is. More than that. You don't need validation from him and you don't need to compare yourself to him." He holds your gaze, his dark eyes are the darkest you've ever seen. He glances at your lips so briefly you think you imagined it. You smile sadly.

"Thank you. Chocolate's better anyway."

"Course it fucking is." He smiles.

[lovely-lauren-arts]

Bro lauren for me school starts in like 1 - 2 weeks and istg I am NOT ready to go back😭 And I'll tell you why

1. ALL of our breaks were shortened for NO REASON except for our like 2 months of after schools over.

2. The boys there. the first 'skibidi sigma alpha male ohio skibidi toilet' I hear from one of them I'm throwing myself out the window.

3. My sister won't be at the middle school anymore since she's a year ahead of me (She's been held back a few times though).

4. Mrs. Ma-rude-ass. (Nickname for a rude, strict and idiotic teacher we have.)

And so you don't kill me ill ask some questions.

1. How was school for you? If you feel like sharing, not forcing.

2. did any of the obe parents go to school?

3. Who owns the orphanage that beatrice and dolly were sent to?

4. how is your toe and your cat?

5. Do you know the music artist 'Yaelokre'?

Anyways hope you are ok, I'll stop my yap now.

1. Yeah they don't care. School is designed to create little workers. Don't let it suck out your creativity and imagination.

2. When I went to school, all the boys were shouting DEEZ NUTS but I bet it's even more brainrot now.

3. L

4. I had a very horrible, grumpy teacher and everyone called her Miss. Creature because that's what her last name sounded like.

1. School was fine. It could've gone a lot worse but also, I wish I could go back in time to redo it. I always felt a sense of isolation despite having a few friends.

I was in secondary school during 2011-2016. My friend, lets call him Biz, was a full on anime-lover and brony 🦄. He was kind creepy but he was a good friend. Most of my friends were a little quirky. But I haven't seen or talked to any of them since school.

Bullying wasn't really an issue. I did get some people say things to me and one girl even tried to fight me once because I had accidentally tripped her up but other than that, it wasn't as bad as I had prepared myself for it to be. But I didn't get the typical teenage experience since I didn't exactly fit in.

2. Yes but I don't have any information about that since it's not a focus.

3. A woman named Margaret. More about her will come soon.

4. Toe is getting better, thanks. I can walk better now but not for too long. And all the cats are good.

5. Yeah, kinda. I love that Harpy Hare song. But I haven't listened to anything else from the artist.

Hope you're ok too 💫

[henryyarden]

Okay, I wanted to redo the makeup test I did here. I wasn't that satisfied with the contours and with the scar, so I was like: Let's do it again. And I fucked up with the scar. Just see yourself. But the contours! I'm really proud of them!

At this point, I just gave up. In the meantime, I tried to do my BF's makeup as Vernon Roche because he is sewing his chaperone in the background for the whole time.

By the way, this is him (without makeup), all proud of himself that he did his little weird towel.

Then I said that this is too cute for Vernon.

This is him after I told him to solve 847 ÷ 12. It worked. I'm satisfied. Every time we will do a photoshoot now he just has to divide.

So I did his makeup and came back to the scar and stuff. I used just a little bit of the clay that stayed on my face and let it be. I had no time left because of the light.

Since Tumblr does not allow two videos in one post, here you can watch the rest of it if you are interested:

By the way, this is how it looked when I worked with latex. I think I'll just do it like this till I figure out how to work with the clay.

Unfortunately, it took me so long that we were not able to make any proper photos. The light was already too low at this point. But at least we had some fun and tried the makeup. Enjoy the high-quality bathroom selfies in our dirty mirror.

Vernon in a deep sleep here.

Now you may ask: What is this mess? What it's doing here? Well, this was meant to be a cool post where we show you our summer versions of Rorveth (we are working on full costumes, but it takes so much time especially when we try to use as many historically accurate methods as we can - I can post some of the progress here if anyone is interested ), but since it took more time than intended and we are running out of time even with our summer costumes, I guess we have to wait till the convention (which is next weekend) to show you properly.

So I guess this is just a little teaser to show the Rorveth fandom here that we are actually working on something and it's going to be worth it!

With a photographer we agreed on doing some photos outside the convention area and I specially requested some "photos with feels and story behind them", so I really hope you'll like it! I count on this fandom! I've already asked you about Roche's tattoos and about other stuff and I love how the fandom lives here. (So, if you have any ideas or special requests on Rorveth summer/casual/no fight photos, I'm listening!!!)

And if you don't know me: Hi, I'm Klíště and I write terribly long posts and please someone stop me because on Tumblr I have no self-control.

[whumpshaped]

sunshine for the bingo? :]

BINGO. also technically this is the second time but the first was so tiny it doesnt count. after this

masterlist bingo card

tw vampire whumper, vampire whumpee, accidental whump, burns, past trauma, lady whumper, flashbacks, conditioned whumpee, death talk and corpses

Helle knew they would have to let go of Beck and begin cleaning up at some point. The entire place was wrecked, and it hurt their heart to know they'd just managed to do a bit of tidying up a week or so prior. Wasted effort.

They glanced towards the bodies and the blood seeping into the carpet, and they just knew all of it was soaked, both the fabric and the wood below. Was it ruined now? Were they going to have to call someone to redo the entire floor? Surely not. Surely, it could be salvaged...

They groaned in frustration. Okay. They just had to start.

"Will you actually stay in my bedroom this time if I bring you back?" they asked gently, already scooping Beck up before he could've answered.

"I'm sorry for leaving," he muttered. "I got so... so worried."

"Yes, yes, because I am wholly incapable of defending myself. What would I do without the help of a runt?" They pushed the door open and carried him inside, then took a calming breath. "Never do it again, yes? I will not praise you for disobeying me, if that is what you were hoping for."

Beck looked up at them with teary eyes. "I don't– I don't want praise, I was just... I was hoping maybe you'd... you'd forgive me for it, if I ended up being useful..."

"I do forgive you. But I need you to promise you will never do such a thing again."

He slowly nodded, his expression full of guilt and the pain of rejection. He must've felt so heroic in that moment when the stake had hit him, knowing he'd likely saved their life, and now here they were, scolding him for it. But they didn't need to encourage something as stupid as heroism. Self-sacrifice. What good did that ever do? Beck was way too willing to get himself killed, and with his abilities, it'd become a reality sooner than later if they were to indulge him.

"I promise, Master. I'm sorry."

"Good." They walked over to their closet and picked out a shirt, then tore off a strip of fabric. Then another. Then one more. They didn't want to go and get the actual bandages until all the windows were covered up again, and they didn't want Beck completely soaking the bed until then either. This seemed like a reasonable compromise, and something that would hold him over until he healed. They had too many shirts anyway.

He looked more than grateful to be patched up by them, mumbling thank yous all the way through. "I can help with cleaning," he said eagerly. "Once– once it doesn't hurt as much–"

"I am counting on that. Your family made a mess of this place."

He winced. "I'm sorry. I'll... I'll come help as soon as I can, Master."

-

Annoying. So annoying. So many little glass shards to pick up. So many corpses to throw into a pile by the front door. So many layers of clothing to put on so they wouldn't get burned. They could've waited for nightfall, sure, but they didn't want to spend their night doing this.

Helle huffed as they tried to put another ripped off curtain rod back in place, securing it with regular nails and a hammer. They didn't own a fucking drill, they never thought they'd need it. And this was the easier part, too. Hanging up the curtains themselves was a major pain in the ass, and they were not looking forward to it.

They went window by window, holding at least three nails in their mouth at all times. They were so immersed in their work that they didn't even hear as the bedroom door opened and closed, nor the soft patter of feet drawing nearer and nearer.

"The bleeding stopped," Beck announced sheepishly, almost startling them enough to fall off the ladder; but instead they ended up letting go of the half-secured curtain to steady themself, letting in the last rays of the evening sun as it swung to the side.

Beck let out a bloodcurdling scream as the light hit his sensitive body, and Helle jumped off the ladder without thinking to pull him into the shadows. "What on earth is wrong with you?" they snapped, desperate to cover up their horror and nausea with righteous anger. "Your only job for the night was to stay away from goddamn trouble! Is that really so difficult?"

The poor thing was crying and whimpering from the pain, his hands, neck, and face burnt and twitchy. Helle was pretty sure he couldn't even see with his eyes having gotten such a direct hit — he was probably blind for the moment.

"I– I'm sorry– I'm sorry–"

"Oh, be quiet." They wanted to strangle him. They wanted to throw him against the wall and hear his ribs crack. They really wished their stupid, idiotic, overzealous, overexcited puppy of a vampire servant could've resisted the urge to throw himself in harm's way for just two seconds. "What did I tell you? What the hell did I tell you? I told you to stay in the goddamn bedroom."

Beck whined, so pitiful that Helle couldn't stand it. They shoved his burnt body further into the darker parts of the room, letting him stumble and fall when he failed to find a single thing to hold onto. Not that it would've helped, given how ruined his hands were. "I'm sorry," he repeated brokenly, staring at nothing with those stupid doe eyes of his. "I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry–"

"Quiet."

He flinched and curled in on himself, sobbing, making it impossible not to draw a comparison to when...

"I apologise!" they cried for the hundredth time, body covered in lashes and fresh burns. They couldn't stop trying every time the lady pulled them away from that terrifying, poisonous patch of sunshine in the hallway, whenever they got a moment of reprieve and they weren't just screaming incoherently. "Please, forgive me–"

She pushed them forward again, plunging most of their upper body into the light to sizzle and melt like wax.

Beck tried to weep as quietly as he could, afraid of being punished further than he'd already punished himself by accident. They shook their head a little, dispelling the memory.

"I shall draw you a cold bath after I have finished the work," they said coldly. "Do try to writhe as little as possible; burned skin cracks and tears quite easily."

~

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[fancifulflora]

(SFW) been wanting to cry for some angsty stuff for ATOC, can I request a hc list of how would X, D, R and A react when the Crown is fatally injured, possibly shot by an arrow or stabbed?

Maybe an extra rrq that the Crown is a gentle, cinnamon roll type, that overly kind soul you'd want the least to get hurt but yeah now they're dying

The editor for this tumblr ask literally crashed when i was almost done with X's entry and I've never felt more devastated in my entire life ksahkj. There is also something very similar to this prompt though, it's more about the Crown sacrificing themselves for the ROs. If you're interested in that I'll link it here

I apologize if this isn't the best but I'll try to redo what I can

Azad/Ashti

You were absolutely foolish to get yourself hurt. No matter how kind-hearted you may have been, the Imperial Guard was made to lay down their lives for you. Any injuries you sustained was a stain upon their honor, their own failure to complete their duties.

The Royal Protector fights the icy cold waves of guilt washing over them. They save the lectures and punishments for another time because all that matters in that moment is you.

Their first priority is to get you to safety, the only sign you may see of their inner turmoil not found in their words, but their actions.

The protector's hands shake ever so slightly as they apply pressure to your wounds, hoping to staunch that they can before the healers arrive. A cold sweat chills them down to their very core as they listen for your pulse- only to find it fading away by the second.

They try to reassure you, but it doesn't work. In desperation, they find themselves practically ordering you to keep your eyes open, to not leave them while they're trying to save your life- tightening your bandages up. The unspoken words of concern and love dying in their throat when they look up to see just why you haven't responded.

By the time the healers do arrive, it takes their combined effort to finally pry the Royal Protector from your side.

Dara/Delal

Having served in the military for so long, the General was used to the bloodshed and horror of it all. Gore, suffering, and pain were things they could stomach. Or a least, the ability to do so was required of them.

It's when they see the arrow impaled in your skin, smell the metallic scent of red staining their cloak that the General realizes they may have been wrong. A complex bundle of emotions stirs under those layers of armor, but they have the strength to push through and remain vigilant.

If not for you, then for their own sanity.

Without a second thought, they tear their cloak, torn strips used to either secure the arrow in place and prevent it from moving. If not that, then to help stop the bleeding of any wounds.

They hold their Crown close, all propriety forgotten as the only thing on their mind is you. You need them in this moment and the last thing they'd ever do is fail you. Even if it's killing them on the inside.

What you need in these moments is strength, a shoulder or person to lean on. Which is why they allow you to squeeze the life from their hands. They listen to your weakened voice, giving you the same, almost practiced, words of reassurance they've given countless others.

Yet something about the words this time shakes the General to their core. This time, it feels entirely too raw, like a hundred old wounds made fresh again. The feeling paralyzes them, the unadulterated fear deep in their hardened expression.

As the situation worsens and all seems lost, the General straightens themselves, remaining by your side and keeping a steadfast vigil by your side. Never once do they stray from you. Even as crowds of healers all frantically apply aid to no avail. They remain by your side even as the anguished cries from loyal allies and friends alike sound throughout the halls at news of the inevitable.

And there they remain, even when the last wisps of golden sunlight in those eyes of yours wither away.

Rozerîn/Rêzan

To say that you were everything to the Sorcerer would be an understatement. They had found themselves and their entire life turned upside down by your very being, your warmth and kindness endearing you to the Sorcerer.

You were their purpose, and their friend.

So it's surprise that when they rush to your side, panic and fear overtakes them. The tension is almost palpable in the air as they order, practically beg for others to secure your safety- to fetch the healers- to do something.

It's also in this very moment that they curse their own abilities, or lack thereof. Healing magic simply wasn't a big priority, especially when there were so many others who could look after your health and safety.

If only they had studied more - practiced more- perhaps paid more attention to their surroundings or kept a better eye over the many enemies of Arsur.

A gentle hand, your hand, frees them from the mental prison they were trapped in, lifting the weight of guilt and shame enough for them to focus on pouring every once of themselves to saving you.

You had saved them, been there by their side from the very start.

They had to return the favor, to repay you for all your trust.

Those sentiments ring through their head, repeated over and over again like a mantra as they feel a sharp pain in their skull. Hands trembling from the sheer amount of magic they were using.

The darkness, a very similar one you once saved them from sets its familiar claws into them, the Sorcerer collapsing besides you- their fists bunching up the fabric of your clothing. With what little strength they can muster, the Sorcerer pulls you to their chest, cradling their dying star to their chest.

Xelara/Xelef

The mercenary was a mess. Clever words had long left them by the time they reached your side. Instead there were only frantic, broken phrases of concern and orders to remain still less your wounds worsen.

It almost feels out of character for them, at least, for those who only knew the mercenary by reputation. Having lived the life they did and taking on a profession that exposes them to danger so very often; the Pale Sword had a relationship with death that bordered on being blasé. Even when other Crescent Blades fell in battle, their leader could keep a rational mind about it. For many, this helped to cement the band of mercenaries as relentless, a force to be reckoned with.

If only the gossip mongers and general public could see them now, form hunched over your own. The corner of their vision blurred from the stinging of tears threatening to spill.

They had expected an end like this for them, perhaps even desiring it over the withering they'd have to endure from aging, but for you? Nothing like this was supposed to happen to you. You were the Crown of Arsur. The leader of millions that all relied on you being safe and well. And, perhaps more importantly to the mercenary, you were also the keeper of their heart.

Were? No, you are the Crown of Arsur. And you will live through this. You have to. Otherwise...

The Pale Sword ends the notion right then and there, focusing on the present and being by your side. By now, they've done what they can for you, whether through what general first aid they know or through the healing magics of one of their Blades.

Moving you was out of the question, the very attempt to do so drawing a loud cry of pain from your lips. A wince of guilt burns in the mercenary as they pull back, trying to keep your focus on them instead of the carnage of battle.

The feeling of helplessness isn't an unfamiliar one to the mercenary, however, it's one that the Pale Sword despises to their very core. But what could they do for you that hasn't already been done? What could they do to ease your undeserved suffering?

What they do best.

Lie.

It only takes a moment for mercenary to pull their act together, a practiced, albeit softer smile, gracing their features. What would have been smoothed, honeyed lies of your condition fall flatter than they'd like. Your weak smile tells them as such, a weakened, forced laugh humoring the mercenary and giving them one last act of kindness they know deep down they do not deserve. Nevertheless, they embrace the comfort wholeheartedly, bringing the back of your chilled hands to their lips, their touch- their kiss, returning your gift with one last hug of warmth before the light in you fades away.

[dailyunstableeve]

I've been going around looking at Miguel's fanart for my wallpaper and I did come up to some that just like, made me feel sad about how lonely he looks like in the art so I couldn't stop myself from writing a short story about it.

I have no idea who's the artist of the art but if you do, go support them and maybe let me know their user so I could too.

This is the art that I try to write based on it.

"What are you doing here?"

I found Miguel sitting on the edge of the rooftop. He seems awfully quiet today, I mean, he doesn't talk much but today is too silent.

Miguel didn't answer as I expected, I didn't say another word and just sat next to him, together at the edge of the rooftop.

We sat quietly for the whole ten minutes. If he doesn't want to talk, then I'll just stay there with him, hoping he knows that no matter what, I will be there for him.

"Eve."

He called my name out of the blue.

"Yes Miguel?" It took me a second to finally reply.

"How do you move on from your mistake?" He asked, continuing staring off at the view in front of us.

"I don't think I'm the right person to answer that, but I'll try to answer it with my thoughts about it," I let out a short laugh to cover the awkwardness I felt, even though there's no awkwardness in this, "I don't think there's moving on from mistake we've done, even if we acknowledge that it's our fault, our mistake, and tried to redo it right, it will be still our mistake."

"People may have forgiven us from the mistake we've made, even if there's people telling us it's not our fault, we did what we could to make it right, I know deep inside, it stays inside us, and from the term of mistake, it'll change to lesson," I continued.

"Making mistakes and fixing it, it's part of how we grow stronger for any other challenge we might face in the future," I looked at Miguel, "I know you will never forgive yourself for what you've done, but what you're doing now, is you trying to fix it, to make up with the mistake you've done."

"And you're not in this alone, I'm here for you, whatever happens, I'll stay with you," I smiled.

I hold out my hand, waiting for Miguel to put his hand on it, to show him that I'll always be there for him.

So I could do my best to make sure he doesn't feel sad anymore.

No more sitting on the rooftop, trying to dig his heart out to atone the mistake he has done before this.

Me sobbing after writing this because he's not real ����

[i-like-forcefem]

hey sorry to send another kind of downer ask, but I was wondering if you had any advice in regards to coming out? or just getting over your fear of coming out XD I guess I'm a little terrified that the few people who are close to me will leave and then I'll just be all alone. I guess that's one of the reasons forcefem is such a nice fantasy, because then you can be sure you have at least one person who will stick around after. and of course if someone 'forces' you then I kind of get around that feeling of guilt and shame just for admitting I want to be a girl, I know it doesn't make sense but I can't stop feeling it for some reason. anyway sorry again, love your blog :D

No problem at all! And yeah this is a hard question, what I did was just be stupid about it and bluntly tell my parents, they treated it really well! Probably because I've already had like 10 of these conversations during my life but this time I was actually old enough for them to respect my opinion

And yeah I was surprised it went better then I really could've hoped for! They can surprise you!

But that doesn't mean I wasn't a dumb-dumb with how I did it

Here's some stuff I'd do before if I had to redo it: 1) Gently bring up the topic to see how they feel about it, don't engage too much, if they have the bad opinions don't turn it into an argument (though maybe do say how you feel and give them time to digest that hm maybe these folks aren't super bad, plant a seed of doubt, but to do so you need to be respectful of their opinion! Make them feel heard!)

2) And in the reveal make sure to sit them down properly, tell them why you feel this way, how you're still open to it maybe being something else (you have a problem, and you're going to the doctors to see how they can help! (or you already have been going to the doctor and this is the treatment they recommend!))

3) And everyone's situation is *really* different and I'm not experienced in giving feedback on stuff like this, so ask some friends who know your situation! Ask online on subreddits or in discord servers! (Maybe go to the Orchard discord server!!! It's made to help with stuff like this!)

As for the fear of people leaving you... I don't know them, but they can surprise you!!! And even if worst comes to worst for some of them there will always be more! There's so so many lovely people! So I'm sure you won't have social-holes for long!!!

But yeah go to someone else who's more experienced in this! My expertise lies in turning boys into girls! Social consequences be damned! (Since it's more fun if they need to figure out themselves how to explain why they're wearing a skirt to the principal)