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[otakuworks]

Hiiii may I request a fem! Reader x husband! Leon where they watch their daughter play on the playground not until some small boy who creating paper rose and give it to her. The reader is in awe mode while Leon was in protective mode (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

❛ 𝐃𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄. oneshot

feat. Dad!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader | wc. 0.9K

sum. dads are always protective to their daughters, leon is no exception.

note. leon be taking out his guns for this—

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The scene in front of Leon is more intimidating than any zombies he has fought in his life and this man has been long acquainted with them.

"How miserable I would be and my daughter if her father were to be thrown in jail for attempted homicide." Your satire quip earned you defeaning silence from the man, who merely watches the whole scene plays out, but his hands are undeniably twitching to click something dangerous.

"Your concerns are misplaced. And even if I'm guilty, the President would undoubtedly pardon me."

"Darling, you couldn't possibly be thinking of murdering an innocent boy."

A week ago, you had new neighbours settling in with their cute boy just a year older than your daughter, you took the initiative to warmly welcome them in the neighborhood with your daughter in tow. They were just as sweet as their son, who's a lot more vibrant than your daughter.

Her personality is a carbon copy of her father— quiet and observant. Though it wasn't a hindrance for her to make friends, she just doesn't have the initiative. You're partially glad the boy is unwittingly helping your daughter to socialize more.

"He gave her roses. Those things could be dangerous." He refuted.

"Paper roses, Leon. Are you afraid of our daughter getting a paper cut?" You deadpanned.

"He could be dangerous."

"How could you say that to a cute boy?" Out of disbelief, you gesture your hand as if emphasizing the innocent display of friendship between younglings.

He raises an eyebrow. "Back in Spain, there was a time I had a young boy as my enemy. Believe me when I say he was far from cute."

You cross your arms, glaring indignantly. "And believe when I say he's harmless."

Leon sighs and glances at you, inquisitive. "You seem to be familiar with that boy."

"Duh, he's our neighbor's son. Which explains why he and our daughter will get along just fine."

A flash of emotion passed his eyes, he hummed. "...Makes it easier for me to—"

"Dad! Dad!"

His girl came running with the paper roses, the wide grin on her lips makes it seem like it's impossible to turn upside down. Even in your peripheral vision, Leon's rugged look softened drastically at the sight alone. Murder plan? Gone.

He bend down to pick her up in his arms. "What is it, sweetcheeks?"

"Look! Caelus gave me roses as thank you gift from the cookies last time."

"Cookies?" He blinked.

She nodded, revealing her uneven teeth as she presents the paper roses. "Me and mom went to them and gave them cookies."

"As what a good neighbor does." You added, giving Leon a pointed look. "Did you say thank you to Caelus, sweetie?"

"Yep! Ohh... Mom, let's introduce Dad to him!" Her face brightened significantly as she wiggles out of her father's hold and came running back to her friend, who's waving at you as a greeting.

As you wave back to the young boy, Leon stood there dumbstruck. "She hasn't even come of age yet I feel like I'm meeting her boyfriend." He murmured to himself.

You elbowed him. "Oh, come on. Are you not happy with our daughter having friends?"

"I am, and I'm not against it. But why does he have to give her roses of all things?" He seems exasperated at the idea.

"Do you prefer a Boquet?"

"No, I..." He sighs, clearly exasperated.

You merely rolled your eyes. When you first met him, he gave you the impression of a strong and unwavering man, undeterred by any distrubances. Yet here you are, a sole witness of a possible murder.

"Dad, meet Caelus! Caelus, meet my Dad!"

The said boy beamed at Leon despite being unsure how to approach an unapproachable looking guy like him. "Hello, it's nice to meet you."

Leon looked hesitant but mirrored the greeting with half assed enthusiasm. "Be kind to the child, Leon. Or you're sleeping on the couch." You whispered with a tight smile.

"Not the couch." His satire response has you slapping his arm jokingly.

©otakuworks | 2024

[chiikasevennn]

More Than You Think

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader imagines 🫰🏻🫰🏻🫰🏻

Warning: NSFW AFTER CUT!! Belly bulge RAAAAHHHHH, mating press, I love this man please help me, OOC I THINK MAYBE YEAH DEFINITELY BUT IDRC I JS WANT HIM SM 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 nothing violent, this thing has fluffyyy, couple problems? Idk her I'm happy with my man!! My writing is shit. Not proofread.

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Imagine Miguel O'hara ended up developing deep feelings for you. Initially, you believed your relationship with him would be short-lived, perhaps lasting only three months, given your past experiences with partners who tended to be temporary. None of them could evoke genuine love in you. However, to your surprise, your relationship with Miguel endured for ten months, and now you found yourself wishing it would never end.

Imagine Miguel O'hara feeling like you were the last and missing piece to complete him, like you were the calm in his storm, a safe harbor where he found solace and peace. He encountered you on the outskirts of town while heading to a renowned library brimming with knowledge. At first, it seemed like a mere coincidence, but as time went by, he found himself anticipating more chance encounters with you.

Imagine Miguel O'hara being a caring partner to you, but god, you were on another level. You were truly lovely. Your authenticity, rationality, and kindness shone through. He adored your sense of humor, finding joy in your quirky jokes even when you dismissed them as corny and laughed at your own silliness. You're cute, like really. That was what he thought.

Imagine Miguel O'Hara growing to love you even more, reaching a point where he thought he couldn't possibly love you any deeper, only to find himself continually surprised as his love for you intensifies beyond what he thought was possible. You weren't only those qualities; you were also nurturing, encouraging, and remarkably affectionate. Although you displayed hesitancy frequently during your time together, once you became more comfortable, you cradled him like a baby.

Imagine Miguel O'Hara growing more at ease as well, you created a safe environment where he felt free to be vulnerable, unafraid to reveal aspects of himself he once considered weaknesses. You consistently emitted an aura that he couldn't deny was soothing and captivating. Many times, he'd be enveloped in your embrace, comforted by your affectionate whispers, growing more attached as he welcomed your love. Your gentle caresses on his scalp, coupled with tender kisses on his forehead, made him feel cherished and complete—truly, you meant the world to him.

"I love you," You murmured softly as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, convinced of his slumber as you felt his body unwind within your embrace. With a serene exhale, you shut your eyes, surrendering to the peacefulness enveloping you.

Miguel embraced you tighter, mindful not to overwhelm. Drawing nearer, he took in the fragrance of your presence.

NSFW!!

Imagine Miguel O'Hara gently sweeping your hair aside, leaning in to place a caring kiss on your forehead, whispering sweet words into the stillness between the two of you as he pounded drastically into you. He had you in a mating press, legs spread just for him, holding and touching you everywhere his hands could get.

"Shit— shitshitshit," a kiss to your lips, "—you're doing—" another, "—such… A good job, m'love," In that moment, his lips met yours with an intense passion, delving into a profound kiss. He let his sperm leak inside you, his cock hitting your cervix that sent you to heavens. Miguel's mouth watered as he gazed upon the unmistakable swell of your belly.

That was all his inside you. His cum. The input that would soon become a wonderful output. Miguel teetered on the edge of primal instinct. He cursed before He swore under his breath before fiercely capturing your lips, relishing the flavor of your kiss as he slammed back into your cove, cumming so deep inside of you. You couldn't moan anymore, for you were already stuffed way too much—from your mouth and to your hole. Your mind went numb, only wanting Miguel and nobody else as he kept fucking you so hard that if anyone would come in, it'd immediately be assumed that he hated you.

Your tears continued to stream down your cheeks, your emotional dependency on Miguel akin to that of a child, craving more of him with every fiber of your being.

Just as you felt on the verge of passing out from the lack of oxygen, Miguel reluctantly withdrew. Both of you gasped for air, breathing heavily, while love marks adorned your bodies in abundance.

You embraced him back against your body and kissed his neck. "... I l—love you," voice hoarse due to the amount of noise you had freed.

With a smile, Miguel leaned in and pressed a long, tender kiss to your temple.

"... I love you, too."

Your smile mirrored his own gentleness. He loved you. Of course, you were well aware of his love for you, hearing those words, so seldom uttered, left you feeling both physically and mentally weak. And Miguel? He melted. Shit, you were so shockingly beautiful. He'd been pounding into your poor pussy for what seemed like hours, and here you were, loving him throughout the process, basically just so so in love.

Miguel may not say it verbally, but he loves you. More than you think.

[cosmogone-spectacles]

I, for one, would definitely be interested in learning about your flondon main, if you're willing to share

Oh, I suppose I can go ahead and share a tad... presuming my poor, skittish heart survives the ordeal. ^_^;; +++

"D. T. Oversol, Silverer. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

(Portrait by my good friend Cheru at @cheru-art-time!)

Primary Skills: Persuasive / Dangerous; Glasswork / Artisan of the Red Sciences

Feel free to send a calling card! Lengthier character introduction beneath the cut. +++

Mr. Oversol (or Oversol, as he is commonly referred – he seems rather particular about sharing more than the initials of the rest of his name) is an immensely private individual. Whilst he is semi-commonly present at a variety of high-society events, and, of course, the occasional apocalyptic threat to London, he always seems to subtly direct conversation towards topics related to others rather than himself. This aire of mystique, as some have put it, is only furthered by the bombazine-dark veil he has not been seen without in many a year. ...In fact, one might note, he wears black gloves, too, and a high-collared shirt, and even dark spectacles beneath hat heavy veil... God forbid one foregoes manners enough to ask about all the pomp directly, of course. High society leaves little room for such straightforwardness. A silverer by trade, his services are peculiarly difficult to obtain. First comes the mere challenge of locating the blasted man, should you not find yourself fortunate enough (or, em, unfortunate enough?) to be inundated with party invites. Oversol's offices lie somewhere in the twisted back-streets set about the foot of the Bazaar, and the longer one searches the clearer it becomes he may not want it to be found. Does he even have clientele? And why, for goodness sake, is a silverer rumoured to turn away all of the Bohemian-and-creative sort? Truth be told, Oversol is a bit of a hermit – mostly due to a displeasure with rowdy environments, a few too many suitors, and a healthy appreciation for his own privacy. This most certainly has nothing to do with a rising paranoia that has grown steadily over his years in the Neath, and irrational fears over what exactly some unsavory party might do with information on his good self. He makes true companions exceptionally slowly due to this, and finds himself primarily in the company of one Dola Hallowrove, monster hunter (@peliginspeaks), and a Captain-Correspondent Ren Haarsink (@indefinitely-sealed). —Er, perhaps not the latter. Not at current. Not after recent events. Regardless of the man's paranoid tendencies, and resulting stiff public face, he is exceptionally warm and loyal to those he considers his trusted and beloved few. They, of course, are welcome at his office any time of any day (set just beneath his lodgings, in fact; both are decorated in expensive fashion, yet stay within the line of good taste), aside from the middle of his appointments, and may even be allowed knowledge of his dear young daughte– ahem, feline companion, Boo. Sure, his gifts tend to be inordinately and unnecessarily expensive, and he will most certainly refuse a romp through Prickfinger or any other destination lacking a proper road, but you can always count on him to lend a good ear and as many perfectly-steeped cups of tea as you'd like. (Oh, ah— One last little thing. You would be well-advised not to allow him inebriation; he's a nasty rash streak with a little alcohol in his system. Last time he took drinks at a bar, he ended up across the zee on Gaider's Mourn daring pirates to most unreasonably dangerous competitions. Ghastly, that hangover was. Ghastly, and awfully zalty.)

('Portrait' by me, on MSpaint with mouse, because my tablet is broken.)

[bitchiswild]

Skating Hearts

Kazuha x F! Reader

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1k

A/n: ⛸️❄️☕️

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Ice skating has never quite been my strong suit. Frankly, the mere thought of stepping onto the ice sends shivers down my spine. But when Kazuha, with her irresistibly charming persuasion, suggested it for our date, how could I refuse? Her excitement was contagious, and her enthusiasm was enough to make me forget my lack of skills.

"Zuha!" I exclaimed, anticipating a not-so-graceful landing as I began to lose my balance. However, just before I met the ice, Kazuha swooped in, catching me effortlessly.

"I've got you, don't worry," she reassured me with a soft chuckle, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Pouting playfully, I couldn't help but express my frustration. "I'm hopeless at this. You've got to teach me your secrets!" I exclaimed dramatically, hoping to lighten the moment with a touch of humor.

Kazuha laughed at my antics, her melodic laughter echoing through the rink. "Don't worry, I'll turn you into an ice-skating pro in no time," she promised, her smile warm and encouraging.

And so, with her patient guidance and infectious laughter, our time on the ice turned from a potentially embarrassing disaster into a heartwarming memory. Her unwavering support and the way she turned my fumbles into shared laughter made me appreciate the charm of this new experience, all thanks to Kazuha's unwavering enthusiasm and patience.

As we continued our escapades on the ice, Kazuha's determination to help me skate better was both endearing and adorable. She took my hand in hers, guiding me slowly across the glistening surface, her touch gentle yet reassuring.

"Okay, follow my lead," she instructed with a mischievous glint in her eye. With effortless grace, she demonstrated a few basic moves, twirling gracefully before coming to a stop in front of me.

I tried to mimic her movements, but my feet seemed to have a mind of their own, causing me to wobble unsteadily. Kazuha, ever patient, simply grinned and gently adjusted my posture.

"You're doing great! Just relax and feel the rhythm," she encouraged, her voice as soothing as a melody.

Despite my initial struggles, her unwavering support made the experience enjoyable. With each small victory—managing to glide a few feet without stumbling or attempting a clumsy spin—Kazuha cheered me on with infectious enthusiasm.

At one point, amidst our laughter and clumsy maneuvers, we found ourselves in a comical tangle of arms and legs. Instead of frustration, it sparked a fit of giggles between us, turning the mishap into a hilarious moment we'd remember fondly.

As we took a breather at the edge of the rink, cheeks flushed from both the cold and laughter, Kazuha leaned in with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "You know," she teased, "I think you're getting the hang of it. Maybe it's my amazing teaching skills!"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, but her playful banter was as delightful as her smile. "Yeah, yeah, sure it is. It's definitely not because you're the most patient and adorable teacher on the ice," I retorted, unable to hide the grin spreading across my face.

And in that moment, surrounded by the laughter echoing in the frosty air, I realized that even though my skating skills might not improve drastically that day, the joy of being with Kazuha, her patience, and the shared laughter made it a perfect date I wouldn't trade for anything.

After our playful yet slightly clumsy ice skating adventure, our cheeks flushed with both the cold air and laughter, we decided to warm up with steaming cups of hot chocolate. The cozy cafe nearby welcomed us with the comforting aroma of cocoa, and we settled into a corner, seeking refuge from the winter chill.

As we sipped on the rich, velvety warmth, Kazuha let out a contemplative sigh, drawing my attention. Concern etched my features as I turned to her, the hint of worry evident in my voice. "Is everything okay?"

Kazuha's eyes, usually filled with unwavering cheer, held a mix of nerves and unspoken sentiments. "Y/n, being with you... it's like discovering a new part of myself," she began, her voice soft, yet filled with an earnest emotion that tugged at my heartstrings. "You make me laugh, you make my heart flutter in ways I never imagined."

Her sincerity touched me deeply, and a rush of warmth spread within me. Tenderly, I reached for her hand, offering silent support amid the vulnerability of the moment. "You make my heart flutter too," I confessed, a smile forming as I gazed into her captivating eyes.

A nervous yet hopeful smile graced Kazuha's lips. "Will you be my girlfriend?" Her question hung in the air, tinged with anticipation and a touch of apprehension.

My heart swelled with joy, feeling the connection between us deepen. "Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend," I replied, excitement bubbling within me at the thought of our shared journey ahead.

Unable to contain her happiness, Kazuha's fingers delicately traced my jawline, her eyes shimmering with emotion. "Can I kiss you?" she asked in a hushed tone, her warm breath intermingling with mine.

My pulse quickened as I nodded, feeling the tender anticipation between us. In that serene moment, surrounded by the aroma of chocolate and the warmth of our cups, our lips met in a sweet, gentle union. It was more than a kiss; it was an exchange of unspoken promises and burgeoning affection, a beautiful start to a new chapter in our shared story. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of our embrace and the blossoming love between us.

With the lingering taste of chocolate on our lips and the sweet warmth of our embrace, we pulled back, our gazes locked in a newfound depth of understanding and affection. The cafe around us buzzed with life, yet in that moment, it felt like time had paused just for us. A tender smile graced Kazuha's lips, a silent reassurance of the beautiful journey ahead, and as our fingers intertwined, I knew that this date, with its mishaps on the ice and heartfelt confessions over hot chocolate, marked the beginning of something truly special between us. As we left the cafe, the chilly air felt less biting, the world more vibrant, all because of the warmth we found in each other's hearts.

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[mysticstarlightduck]

Villain Sneak Peek (Supernova Initiative) - Eldora Thalax

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☆ ・・About/General Info ・・☆

A violent and ruthless woman, Eldora was banished by her people for wanting to indulge in a warmongering effort against the Junction's galaxies, seen by the Elders - including her mother, who was heartbroken by this realization - as too dangerous. And they were right. Leaving with a burning rage in her heart, Eldora sought out to collect as many conquests as she possibly could, amassing an army that rivals that of most known warlords - in hopes that one day, her mother would "see her potential" and welcome her back. She married a young nobleman named Damen in a political alliance to increase her military powers and eventually took his family's lands for herself through a coup. Eldora's violent nature showed her true colors once more when she proved herself to be an extremely abusive woman to both her husband and their child, Kye Thalax, something that would lead to the incident that sparked Kye's vengeance arc later in the main story.

☆・・More Info ・・☆

Pronouns - She/Her

Age - 43

Current Role - Antagonist, part of the Main Villains

Appearance - Eldora is a fearsome woman with a lithe stature and striking features, her presence being one that strikes uncertainty and fear into the hearts of those around her. She has long, bright silver hair - the trademark hair color of the females of her alien species - which she often ties into a sharp ponytail, styled with silver and gold ornaments. Her attire is practical and bulletproof, being both dangerously beautiful and invulnerable like the armor she often wears, appropriate to a General/Warlord of her reputation. Instead of nails, she has sharp, charcoal-black claws. Eldora also has a cruel, violent gaze.

Picrew (note, she has pointy ears, typical of anyone from her species, but I couldn't find that option in this picrew)

Personality Types -

✶ Enneagram: 5w6

✶ MBTI: INPT

Occupation: Warlord, General/Commander of Armies, Killer

Species & Place of Birth: Khylet; Thypsiell

Sexuality: Straight

☆・・Extras・・☆

✶ Character Playlist (A full Character Playlist is still To Be Made)

Belle's Villain Song - Lydia The Bard

True as it can be Watch the petals fall Desperate as you crawl On your knees to me It's your final page Fairytale complete You see in this world we're merely players But the truth is I'm your beauty, you're the beast [...] You thought we were a match Sweetheart, I am far smarter than that There is no one living that can challenge me You’re unworthy and that, love, is a fact [...] You are nothing but a monster to me Less than nothing you're not worth my pity Not even one of you Is a rival to what I can do Underestimated all this time Don't you get it this is my design I've made all my moves Seconds from the truth

Bad - Jake Daniels

Bring me down to the dark, muddy waters I think I need my soul cleaned Got a saddle full of miles, and a shot gun on my side That I'm not afraid to wipe clean I'm a bad, bad man everybody knows my name From the dirt all the way to the sea If you wanna try your chance, at a one way dance to the depths, come straight for me 'Cause I'm bad, oh I'm bad, 'cause I'm bad 'Cause I'm bad 'Cause I'm a doctor of the wild wild west Where the bad men are wanted and the law don’t rest I'm a simple man, but my fingers on the trigger Didn’t have no choice, I'm just a stone-cold sinner In the valley of the shadows ain’t no land of the free Best believe that I'm gunning if they come for me I don’t got a way out, but I had a way in Guess I'm gonna have to live in the life full a sin

Through War - HalaCG

I'm the queen of the cold and you'll learn to bow to me Cause the strong rule a world where the weak aren't built to breathe And are you blind or what? Look at all I've got and love me I've seen your strength pretty boy, pretty boy You'll be with me you don't get a choice [...] Armies kneel when I blink, no resistance stacks to this hey It takes less than you think to make a dog out of a prince And I know what don't think l will stop until it's won [...] We'll have everything Or go be a shadow I'll show you everything that I am If we have to be this know: even through war I'll reach your hand

Mother Knows Best (Reprise) - Tangled

Just proves you're too naive to be here Why would he like you? Come on now, really! Look at you, you think that he's impressed? Don't be a dummy Come with mummy, Mother - [...] No?! Oh. I see how it is [...] This is why he's here! Don't let him deceive you! Give it to him, watch, you'll see! Trust me, my dear That's how fast he'll leave you I won't say I told you so

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✶ Tags:

#wip supernova initiative #oc: eldora thalax

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[hellsbells88]

Jenny Kirk

Young Jenny, finding her footing in the gang, is met with the 'sympathetic' guidance of the wily Micah Bell.

The sun was sinking behind the horizon as the gang busied themselves, establishing a new camp near the bustling town of Blackwater. The initial joy of their journey had given way to exhaustion, each member engrossed in their respective duties, the circle of wagons forming a protective barrier around their temporary home.

Away from the rest, on the outskirts of the encampment, sat Jenny. Her small figure was silhouetted against the setting sun, her gaze distant and thoughtful. Her dark hair danced in the evening breeze as she sat alone. As the most recent addition to the gang, she grappled with the unfamiliarity of her surroundings.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed Micah approaching. His squared silhouette stood stark against the evening sky, a solitary aura surrounding him as he drew closer.

"Bein’ part of the crowd makes it easier," he drawled, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it with a slender match. His smile was cool and unnerving, yet strangely comforting.

"But you keep to yourself," Jenny countered, defiance flickering in her voice, her blue eyes meeting his.

"And you keep to yours," he retorted, taking a long drag and letting the smoke drift between them. He gestured towards the other side of the camp with his chin as he exhaled, where the women of the camp were gathered, their laughter faintly audible. "Why don't you go join 'em?"

"I don't think they'd like me," she admitted, her gaze returning to the blazing campfire. "I don't really know them women."

Micah chuckled lowly, studying her intently. He knew the women would welcome Jenny with open arms. Despite being relatively new to the gang himself, he had already observed how the women looked out for one another. "I understand," he said instead, feigning sympathy before asking, "You afraid?"

"I'm not afraid," Jenny shot back immediately, stubbornness creeping into her voice.

Micah grinned at her defensiveness, his intense gaze never leaving her. He found their emotional hide-and-seek amusing. Although he would never admit it, he enjoyed these encounters with Jenny, intrigued by her quiet demeanor.

"Tell me, how old are you?" he asked, leaning against a tree, his gaze steady on her.

"Eighteen," she murmured, her gaze flickering to him and then away.

Micah laughed heartily. "Well, you're just a kid then!" he exclaimed, delighting in the irritation that flashed across her face.

"That don’t make me a kid," she retorted. But Micah merely chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

"Oh now, don't mind me, I just enjoy being a pest. Don’t mean no harm," he teased, playfully ruffling her dark hair before smoothing it back down in a more intimate gesture.

His teasing and touch earned him a suspicious glare, but he relished the banter, the spark in her otherwise reserved demeanor. "You've got quite a mouth for a shy thing," he added, grinning at her crossed arms.

They were settling into a rhythm of kindred spirits, an us-against-the-world sentiment resonating in their shared solitude.

"Don't tell me, you've got a fella too?" he probed further, earning another suspicious look.

"No, I don't," she replied curtly, her gaze darkening at the question. "Hey now," he lifted his hands, chuckling lightly, "can’t fault a man for asking."

"It's mighty rare to see such a beautiful girl unaccompanied," he remarked, seizing the opportunity to discreetly look her over as she turned her gaze to the campfire. She ignored his comment.

Micah noted the flicker of sadness in her eyes and decided to steer the conversation towards lighter topics. He pulled out another cigarette and offered it to her, "Smoke?"

She eyed the cigarette, hesitated, then accepted it. As she placed it between her lips, Micah leaned over to light it. Their eyes met—a silent electrical exchange was had. He knew he piqued her interest, and as she took her first drag, he continued his probing.

Ever wonder why you're here, Jenny?" he asked, his voice low and smooth. "Why you ain't with your family?"

Jenny's gaze hardened at the mention of her family, her grip tightening around the cigarette. She took a long drag before answering, "I left."

Micah raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her curt response. He had expected her to dodge the question or give a vague answer, but her straightforwardness surprised him. He could sense there was more to her story, something she wasn't ready to share.

"That so?" he echoed, feigning concern. "Big decision for a young girl."

She shrugged, her gaze fixed on the dancing flames of the campfire. "Had to," she said simply, leaving no room for further questions.

Micah nodded, understanding the unspoken message. He knew better than to pry into someone's past, especially when they were clearly unwilling to share. But he couldn't help but see this as an opportunity, a chance to exploit her vulnerability.

He paused to flick the ash from his cigarette, his gaze locked on her. "Ain’t easy," he began, imitating concern, "Venturing out alone like you have."

She looked at him, her eyes reflecting the flickering firelight. There was a hint of suspicion in her gaze, but also a glimmer of appreciation. Micah knew he had said the right thing, painting himself as a sympathetic figure in her eyes.

"But remember, Jenny," he continued, leaning closer to her, his voice dropping to a whisper. "In this world, it's every damn man for himself. You gotta look out for number one."

He held her gaze, letting his words sink in. He wanted her to understand that he was not just a friend, but also a potential ally. Someone who could help her navigate this new life, for a price.

As he prepared to depart, he left her with a final piece of advice. "Don't trust too easy now," he said, extinguishing his cigarette and gesturing towards the gang. "Nice folk—but remember what I said."

With that, he rose and made his departure, leaving her alone to contemplate the encounter. He had subtly instilled doubt in her mind, now all he needed was to wait for it to sprout.

"And Jenny," he casually tossed back, his tone relaxed yet enticing. "Feel free to join me anytime. I reckon we could both use some good company." A soft smile graced his face—one of satisfaction.

[thetorturedpoetsintern]

willow

Note: Ever since I listened to evermore from start to finish my brain entered into a Narcissa Malfoy phase. Every single song in that album makes me think of a drabble or oneshot about her and her love, a woman, and their story together. I know willow might be the only straight song in that album, but I don't care. The stories will be published in the order of the songs so I'm leaving it up to you to discover the true order of events. Until then, enjoy!🤍

Warnings: fluff, hinted sexual activities, talk about breakups

Words: aprox 800

No one remembers the moment your life changes. Or the catalyst that caused that changed. I actually know my catalyst, the exact when is uncertain. But I don’t mind when I hear her footsteps coming to climb beside me in bed. Or when we’re getting ready and her perfume mixes with mine. Or when I arrive home and she’s right there waiting for me with a big smile on her red lips.

Anytime I listen to her talk I feel drawn by her voice like a moth to a flame. Words lose their meaning and the air feels insufficient. Did she ruin all my plans? Yes, she did. But I ruined hers too so we’re even. 

I didn’t ask for it but when she entered my life, my entire destiny shifted with her movements. No matter what I did I couldn’t escape her. Even when we were apart for more than a decade and I swore to never again think about her, war and longing were my undoing. Our undoing. 

When I invited her for a glass of wine one Friday evening I couldn’t believe my ears when she told me she left Lucius. Not exactly left, more they parted by common accord. It would have been a déjà vu if we would have been in a public setting and I were the one to get dumbed. 

“What do you want me to do with this?”

“Whatever you want. I just thought you should know…”

Her eyes were lost and I knew it was a bad thing to take advantage of her like that. But I got too tired of seeing my life twisted and turned by others and I took initiative. That when was the moment I knew I would cheat, lie, steal, kill, and torture to get her in my life. Forever, not just for mere moments and memories. 

I welcomed her in my future again and she has welcomed me since with her love. No more games, no more heartaches, no more fights about what we are and why we aren’t normal and can’t be normal. 

I never married so I never had any children, but she did, she had a child. Draco was by then a young man but even so she missed him.

“You ended it with your husband, not with your son, you know?”

“I know, my love. It’s just… I don’t want to look into Draco’s eyes and see disgust.”

“You can’t know that Narcissa.”

“I don’t want to risk it either way.” I huffed and rolled on top of her, trapping her against me and the mattress. They say women have the natural power of persuasion and as I traced my lips against her neck and my fingertips grazed her earlobe while I tucked a strand of hair granting me access there, I felt it course over her as she shivered slightly. 

“Risk it like you risked it with me.Owl him tomorrow morning. You're his mother whether you sleep with a woman or not.”

She owled him that morning and he came to our place. They cried and embraced and they laughed at her stupidity. She thanked me later for pressing her to reach for him. 

Then out of the blue Narcissa introduced me to her son as her girlfriend and my heart soared at her words.

“I remember you from when I was little and you used to be a common face at the manor. I missed you,” and he enveloped me in his arms like I was an old friend.

“I never even talked to you before today, how could you possibly..?”

“I noticed,” he interrupted me as he got away to be able to look me in the eye, “because whenever you were there my mother smiled. And when you suddenly weren’t, she got sour and contained. And I love to see my mother smile.” Narcissa smiled at him and I think a tear slipped through her eyelashes.

It was a new thing for me. She didn’t shed a single tear when she left me years ago but then I understood why. Draco helped me understand. She occluded her feelings trying to go back to how her life used to be before acknowledging us.

I try not to think at all the things we could’ve done differently. But it’s not possible. Sooner or later they haunt me and I know they haunt her too. But anytime I go deep in my thoughts she’s there to pull me back and ruin my plans once again. And anytime she goes there I’m right there to ruin her too. 

Because she’s my woman, and I’m hers. And no matter the past, she is mine and I am hers and that’s all that matters. With all her flaws and scars and past, all I see when I look at her is a work of art. My work of art.

Next chapter here

[jovieinramshackle]

Book 3 Chapter 38 "Museum Travelogue"

This is basically me inserting my MC into chapter 38 of book 3, and expanding it. I wrote this in a day to post something special for Azul's birthday <3

Not shipping, Jess and Azul are frenemies with sibling rivalry till the end~

Note: this is my first time writing something and posting it publicly, so feedback is much appreciated 🙏

Hope you enjoy these two's dynamic <3

Words: 2406

Ramshackle Dorm - Foyer

A series of loud knocks reverberated through the entry hall of the humble Ramshackle Dorm.  It was none other than the Leech twins who greeted the short prefect and their dire beast companion, their looming presence filling the entry hall.

“Morning, Little Shrimpy, Baby Seal! We're here to get you, it's time to go!” Floyd greeted with enthusiasm as he burst through the door.

 “Erk!” Grim squirmed, annoyed by the appearance of the new guests. “Whenever I see you two, I'm always worried you're schemin' something. Makes my heart skip a beat.” He muttered, his irritation evident.

“Tell me about it...heh.” Jess joked, looking up with a small smile at their new, abnormally tall…friends?

 Jade took the initiative and spoke. “Please. We would never dream of getting rough with those who aren't in breach of contract. The weather's quite clear today— perfect for an outing. On that note…”

“Off we go to the Atlantica Memorial Museum!” Floyd announced excitedly before his brother finished. 

“Azul's arranged it so that we'll have the whole museum booked for ourselves. He's already gone ahead and is waiting for us on-site.” Jade continued after his brother as if they were perfectly in sync when they talked.

“Is he now…” The twins noticed Jess’ suspicion creeping in. “Then that picture had better go back where it belongs. And you'd better not have doctored with it, okay?”

“You're takin' this so seriously, Little Shrimpy!” Floyd teased. 

“We haven't. I've taken full responsibility for keeping the photo in safe custody. There's no need for concern.” Jade reassured them.

“Alright then…” For some reason, Jess felt their tensed shoulders relaxing, even though they couldn’t fully trust the pair of brothers just yet.

“C'mon, let's move. Time's a-wastin'~!”  Floyd urged cheerfully, dragging Jess out of the dorm, with a startled Grim running behind them and Jade following along with his usual expressionless smile.

Atlantica Memorial Museum

As they stepped into the museum, the land-dwellers were awestruck by the underwater wonders on their display.

“Duuude! WILD. So this is what it's like inside.” Ace exclaimed, amazed at the sight of the museum. 

“There's a statue of a legendary Sea King.” Deuce added, pointing towards the imposing figure at the centre of the Museum. The statue depicted a king who ruled the ocean long ago, holding his trident up with pride. “Huh. I guess there are more famous figures around these parts than just the Sea Witch.”

 “Wow. That king's pretty ripped.” Jack remarked, impressed by the king’s muscular physique.

Jess paused, taking in the wonderful interior of the underwater museum. “This place is... breathtaking.” They murmured, their eyes scanning the room in awe. They turned to their small companion. “Don't you think so, Grim?” Grim nodded enthusiastically. “It sure is pretty, alright!” He agreed, eyes wide with wonder.

“Welcome, everyone, to the Atlantica Memorial Museum.” A familiar voice reached Jess' ears, one that stirred up fear inside them once. But now, it merely brought a slight annoyance, as the effects he had on them were long gone. Of course, it was none other than Azul Ashengrotto himself. 

“The Mostro Lounge will be holding a study tour today. Or at least, that's the purpose of our visit on paper. Regardless, I bid you take your time and enjoy yourselves.” He finished with his usual polite, yet forced-feeling smile. 

“There you are, octo-tentacle Azul-!” Grim stopped once he looked at Azul, in his regular school uniform, and with two legs. “Only... you're not. Are you just stayin' in human form?”

“Yes. Betentacled mermen like myself aren't common around these parts.” He started explaining to the confused monster. 

“I wouldn't want to draw any undue attention to myself when our job is to return a photo on the sly.” A small frown appeared on his face thinking of the possible, and even, negative attention his merform would bring. But that’s something Azul would never admit to being his real motive for staying in human form.

“(That's not the real reason, that much is obvious.)” Jess thought, catching onto his excuse. 

“I see no reason to be concerned.”  Jade teased, though a slightly concerned expression appeared on his face, different from his usual unreadable one. “No one would see the cute chubby little merman in the picture and connect that it's you.”

“It wouldn't hurt you any to swim around in your real form on a trip home! Why limit yourself to two legs when you can have eight?” Floyd continued, showing a similar concern as his brother did. Both twins were already in their merforms, unlike Azul.

Azul fixed his glasses, but it looked more like he was trying to hide away his face. “Hmph. Just drop it, please.” The twins looked at each other, as if they were telling something to the other telepathically, and let Azul be. 

“(Seems like both of them noticed too...but no use trying to change his mind if they couldn't.)” If Azul didn’t want to listen to the twins, Jess had no reason to believe he’d listen to them. Talking to him was pointless. And yet…Jess had a nagging feeling.

“I'm going to slip the photo back in its spot. The rest of you, feel free to explore the museum.” And with that, he left the group, swimming towards the wall with the large amount of school pictures originating from multiple visits to the museum. It's where his own school picture belonged.

"Hey, check it out," Floyd exclaimed, pointing at the display. "There's a display for the mermaid princess's silver hair comb.” He pointed at the supposed comb, which looked more like an old, worn-out metal fork. 

Ace glanced at the exhibit, furrowing his brows. "I saw a picture of that in the pamphlet before. That's clearly a fork, not a comb, right? Ace asked, looking rather confused as to why merfolk called this fork a comb.  Jade chuckled, amused.  “Heh heh heh... Maybe that's how it looks to you land-dwellers.” 

Jess took a look at the supposed ‘comb’ and commented “Brushing your hair with a fork...now that's a cultural shock.”Bringing out another amused chuckle from Jade, as the group went to see the next exhibition. 

But Jess didn’t swim along, instead, they looked back at where Azul was heading. “(...I wonder how he's doing...)” They were torn, both curious and concerned for Azul. Despite their uncertainty, a sense of obligation propelled them forward. With a determined nod, Jess swam after Azul.

It’s as if he could sense they were following him, he quickly turned to face them unexpectedly. “You're not joining them?"

Their mind went blank upon his sudden question. Their mind raced to think of a proper response to give him, while his eyes stared right at them behind his glasses, not expecting an actual answer from them. One thing Jess took note of is that his voice now sounded softer, and his eyes didn’t mask any emotions. He felt more…sincere.

"I'm... a little worried about you," Jess admitted, their voice hesitant. "So I'm keeping an eye on you until the photo's back in place." They knew they had no reason, but they wanted to ensure he was okay. 

Azul, on the other hand, couldn’t think that Jess’ motives were genuine. “You're so suspicious. I'll put it back right now.” 

“(That's what he thought I meant? I shouldn't be surprised I guess.)” They stuck with him until he put the photo back on the wall, the exact same place it was when Jess took it. 

Once the picture was back in its place, Azul gazed at it silently, with an expression Jess couldn’t really read— but if they had to guess— based on how his hands were slightly trembling and his eyebrows furrowed in thought, multiple things ran through his head, feeling a plethora of emotions. He really was good at hiding himself, Jess could relate as much. 

“I thought that if I could erase every photo of my past…” He began speaking again, his voice softer and quieter, like he wanted no one to hear him but himself. Except, Jess could hear him, very well too. 

“...I could erase my past itself—my youth spent mocked as a slow, dimwitted octo-twerp. The Sea Witch never hid her past misdeeds….She worked to restore her reputation, and earned the people's respect that way.” Jess said nothing, they noticed his hesitant pauses between sentences. They were unsure if Azul was speaking to himself or to them directly. And if he did, why even tell them this?

Azul paused, his voice trailing off as he stared at the picture on the wall. “I kept saying I wanted to be like her…” He hid his face behind the facade of adjusting his glasses— but his fingers were fidgeting —a gesture Jess had come to recognize as a shield of his. “But in the end, I couldn't accept my own past. I kept rejecting it.”

Jess observed Azul's demeanour, noticing the subtle pauses in his speech and the fleeting vulnerability reflected in his eyes. "(He's rambling...I wonder if he realises he's telling this to me.)" Keeping silent, Jess continued to gaze at the picture, offering Azul the space he needed.

They felt a knot in their stomach. The situation felt surreal.  For the first time, it was as if Azul was vulnerable around them willingly. Like he chose to trust them with these deep and forbidden thoughts of his. Jess kept staring at him, eyes slightly widened. They were still unsure if he was speaking to them or just rambling his feelings loudly. But they didn’t think Azul would ever be careless with his personal feelings, and just let them out like word vomit. 

Or maybe they didn't know him as well as they thought.

Whether it was accidental or not, or if he did it because he wasn’t in the right state of mind, Azul still exposed sensitive parts of himself to them. Parts that put him to their mercy. They were familiar with this behaviour, they’ve had acted like this before. They wondered if that’s why they felt an inherent need to help him at that moment. 

It wouldn’t be right to leave him there, focusing on the picture, allowing all the negative thoughts and horrible experiences from his past to crawl back into his mind.

Whether they hated him or not didn’t matter, he was still human, even with eight legs instead of two.

“Honestly, I think…” They paused, debating if they should go ahead and speak. 

“You're amazing as it is, even without stealing anyone else's power. You've got a far greater one than any magic you could take, you know.”

“What...?” Their words snapped Azul back to reality, turning his head to face them. He appeared nervous, sweat falling down his cheek, his breath quickened, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He realised he had confided in them, and that scared him.

Jess sensed his fear and decided they had to comfort him, to reassure him.

"Your incredible diligence is so rare, it left the headmage at a loss. It's way harder to master than magic, after all!" Jess's words hung in the air, sincere and earnest.

Azul blinked in surprise, his usual composed demeanour momentarily faltering. His shoulders tensed, and his glasses slipped down his nose as he struggled to process Jess' unexpected praise.

"You... You think?" His voice wavered slightly, betraying his uncertainty. He couldn't believe Jess, of all people, had spoken to him in such a positive and genuine matter. It was a bit embarrassing to him, truth be told. 

Jess reached out a hand to touch Azul's shoulder gently, offering a reassuring bright smile. “I know so!”.

A soft chuckle escaped Azul's lips, a glint of amusement in his eyes at Jess's kindness. “You needn't try so hard to butter me up,” he remarked, a shy smile forming his lips. “All I wanted was to get back at the kids who made fun of me.” Despite his appreciation for Jess's words, a nagging thought persisted in his mind, questioning their intentions.

“I’m not, it’s just what I think.” They insisted. They stared directly into his eyes, but instead of feeling nervous, a sense of warmth washed over Azul, though he still fidgeted with his hands anxiously.

“O-Oh...is that so…” Before he could even think of what to say next, a high-pitched voice interrupted their chat.

“Hey, Jess! You wouldn't believe the size of the dinosaur bones they had back there!” Grim exclaimed, swimming up with excitement evident in his voice.

“A dinosaur? Underwater?” Jess, seeing Azul losing his words, decided to turn their attention to Grim and entrained his curiosity, giving Azul a chance to collect himself. However, they had to admit, an underwater dinosaur did confuse them.

“That wasn't a dinosaur. It was a sea dragon— a type of undersea monster.” Jade clarified, joining the conversation. “The Sea Witch's cave entrance was built out of sea dragon bones...or so the tales claim.”  

 Floyd, along with the rest of the group, swam near them as well. “They've got a replica of the Sea Witch's cauldron, too.”

"Really?They have cauldrons under the sea, too?" Deuce asked, his brows furrowing in genuine puzzlement. 

Ace chimed in, mirroring Deuce's confusion. “How do you heat things up in the water, anyway.” 

“Uhhh... Beats me.” Floyd admitted, nudging Azul's shoulder “Hey Azul, you tell 'em!” 

Jess moved closer to Azul, causing him to flinch  “So what do you say? Will you share your knowledge with us, Azul?”  

Azul glanced at Jess and then at the group, taking a moment to process the situation. As Azul cleared his throat, fixed his glasses, and straightened his back, Jess couldn't help but notice the familiar glint in his eye—the spirit of a businessman. 

“Very well. Fair warning, though: I charge a steep price for playing tour guide.” 

Jess stifled a chuckle, happy for the change in his demeanour. Anything was better than seeing him mope around about the past.

"I'll keep it in mind." Jess replied with a grin, their gaze lingering on Azul for a moment, before returning to the group, ready to listen to his tour all the way through.

Jess admired him silently, recognizing there was more to Azul than met the eye. Perhaps they could take the time to learn about him along the way, and maybe, just maybe, he would be willing to fully trust them one day.

WHOAA ENDING!

Hi hey if you read until here THANK YOU SMM

I always adored this little interaction MC has with Azul, so expanding it with Jess was extremely fun!

Happy birthday to this cringe octopus <3 (affectionate)

[dream-meister-translations]

100 SLEEPING PRINCES & THE KINGDOM OF DREAMS

"WHAT WE CAN DO" SIDE CONVO

(feat. Micaela, Camilo, Adiel, Dulfer, Lecien)

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In the Country of Judgment - Arbitro. A few days had passed since the dream world began to shift, and so I was checking in on the situation for each country. Upon visiting Arbitro, Micaela and the others welcomed me with open arms and invited me to a concert. I was so happy to see them again… DULFER : ♪ ~ ~ ~ (Dulfer has such a beautiful singing voice…) Dulfer, who typically used his beautiful voice to raise the morale of his troops in battle, was now singing a melody to calm the hearts of the people. The world was in disarray, but amidst the chaos, his voice soothed everyone's souls. LECIEN : His voice is still as beautiful as ever.

Lecien, one of the princes seated beside me, muttered quietly to himself. CAMILO : It's so strange that such a violent guy can sing such calming tunes. ADIEL : Hahaha! Right~? Micaela shot a stern look in Adiel's direction as he laughed loudly. MICAELA : If you three don't quiet down, Dulfer will scold you all for being noisy. ADIEL : Sorry! Sorry! With that, Adiel slapped a hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet. Lecien and Camilo quieting down to enjoy the performance. The two of them exchanging a small smile. (They are all as friendly as ever.) MICAELA : We were told that time had ceased movement in the dream world…It was difficult for the people to believe, and many were scared… That's why Dulfer organized this concert to help calm the people's hearts… There's something admirable about Dulfer and the way he took the initiative to think about the people and how to help them. (Camilo said that each prince is working hard to help maintain peace in the country. Thanks to them, there seems to have been no major panic or revolt.) DULFER : ♪ ~ ~ ~♪ ♪ ~ ~ That pure voice echoing throughout the crowd and emanating in our hearts, is a sign that the country of Arbitro is steadily returning to a state of normalcy after everything that happened…

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The concert ended without incident and we all rushed to join Dulfer after the performance. EMMA : That was such a wonderful performance, Dulfer! DULFER : Thank you, my dear Emma. Just to hear your praise makes me glad I decided to set up this concert. As for you three… He glanced toward Lecien, Adiel, and Camilo… DULFER : Can't you at least keep quiet during the performance? ADIEL : I was listening quiet all the way up until the middle of the song! It's Camilo's fault, he said something that made me laugh! CAMILO : I was merely responding to Lecien. LECIEN : Sorry, it's my fault. ADIEL : No, no! That's not true! It's not Lecien's fault! Micaela turned to Dulfer exchanging a sly smirk at the exchange between the three… MICAELA : I apologize for them, Dulfer. I believe they were so moved by your singing voice that they couldn't help but speak. EMMA : It's true! Your voice is so beautiful I almost praised it during the performance too! DULFER : Ah, you're still such a sweet girl, aren't you Emma? With that, all his anger subsided and he offered a gentle smile. Standing beside him, Lecien caught my eyes with his own… LECIEN : Emma, how are the other countries faring?

EMMA : They are faring well for the time being. I'm pleased to see Arbitro is doing alright, too. The country Arbitro plays an important role in the dream world. They are to judge the guilty and send them to their respective prisons. It's not hard to imagine that a major uprise in such a country would lead to global turmoil. ADIEL : No need to worry! The parliament is already back to work, and trials are back in session! CAMILO : We are all working together to keep the peace. I offered a a relieved smile in response to their reassuring words. MICAELA : However…. Micaela began to voice his concern, but stopped mid-thought. EMMA : What's wrong?

MICAELA : I was just thinking…If time were to cease movement in a happy moment… Maybe it wouldn't be so bad? Maybe there would be no need for sin and no one would ever suffer again? (That's such a kind way of thinking about things…) DULFER : That's a nice way to think of things, but it would make life really boring. What's the point of living if you are forever trapped in a single moment and can never change your destiny? Sounds like torture to me. As Dulfer spoke, he twirled a lock of his own hair around his index finger. ADIEL : Hey! Don't be so quick to write off the idea. I get exactly how Micaela feels! Camilo placed a strong hand on Micaela's shoulder…

CAMILO : Dulfer is right. If the world was stuck in a state of peace and happiness then there would be no need for judgement or growth. With failure we can accept judgement, atone for our sins, and change who we are. Without that, life would lose meaning. Lecien offered a small nod of approval at Camilo's words. LECIEN : It's better this way. We can help fix the world. To take the easy way out is like giving up on humanity. Lecien's eyes softened as he looked to his twin brother. MICAELA : Yeah…You guys are right. I'm sorry I said anything. EMMA : You don't have to apologize, Micaela. You've judged so many people over the years, it wears on you. It's because you have such a kind heart. My words brought a smile to Micaela's face. MICAELA : Thank you, Emma. ADIEL : Well~!

Adiel moved toward the center of the group, clapping his hands, and wearing a huge grin. His upbeat personality was quick to change the heavy atmosphere. ADIEL : How long are you gonna stay in Arbitro with us, Emma? EMMA : Not too long. I've still got other countries I need to check on. ADIEL : Well, since you're here, why don't we give you a tour of the place? It's changed so much since you last came here. Arbitro is evolving every day! EMMA : Sure, I'm down. I didn't have a set schedule for today. ADIEL : Awesome! Then I wanna show you my favorite spot! LECIEN : Adiel, don't drag Emma around like that. DULFER : Emma, take my hand, I'll guide you. CAMILO : Adiel, you must guide Emma in an orderly manner. ADIEL : Yeah, I know what to do! With that, the princes happily lead me into the city of Arbitro. All excited to show me around to their favorite places. (I'm so glad I got to see everyone again…)

[beatrixvrenragnar]

An Unspoken Vow

The door cracked open, gazes of people were unyielding, nobody said words, the new vows that would be chanted had occupied their thought. Beatrix, on the other hand, stood with her back to the door. In her dragon-forged armor, she was ready for anyone.

Except for this one.

Dorthy.

The hall initially laid quiet, a silence so overwhelming it was nearly tangible. But then it felt deafening for Beatrix as her eyes locked with Dorthy's. Suddenly, the world outside ceased to exist.

“Welcome to the clan," said someone from the clan whose name Beatrix could not remember.

As Dorthy settled among the clan members, Beatrix found her focus slipping, the weight of their shared past pressing heavily on her. Echoes of old arguments and cherished memories blurred her duties, leaving her adrift in a sea of conflicting emotions.

“Beatrix—”

“Beatrix!”

Her name had to be called twice for Beatrix to come back to Earth, or in the real setting, in front of her past lover, “Yes?”

“You are assigned with Dorthy.”

“Why?” said Beatrix. It did not take her five seconds.

Though Beatrix's expression was masked by a stern facade, flickered with a vulnerability barely contained. The clan members probably couldn't catch that. She was just very much confused, a mere thought to them. But Dorthy caught that.

“Dorthy chose you.”

“Oh,” Beatrix went back and forth looking at the clan members and Dorthy. But then she nodded, her voice steady yet soft, leading Dorthy for the whatever persuading contest that was, “Very well. This way, Lady Dorthy.”

It was astonishing how Beatrix remained silent, especially given her history of eloquence. She had been doing this for so long. Having more people in the clan would be empowering. But still, no words came out until they arrived at the dragon pit, standing before Syrax.

“She's bigger,” Dorthy started the conversation. Well, the past behind both of them wasn't solely about two women, but also everything that had been attached throughout their life. And in this case, the dragon, Syrax.

“It's been five years since you've gone,” said Beatrix. She tried hard not to be petty but that didn't go as planned. “Syrax, of course, is getting bigger.”

“Yes. Of course.”

The atmosphere fell silent once more, save for the low growl of the dragon. Syrax, attuned to Beatrix's unease, shifted restlessly, as if mirroring the pervasive tension in the air.

“Why my clan, Dorthy?”

“This is the best I can do to serve Princess Charlotte.”

“Then it is settled. You have your own reason. I wasn't needed, was I not?”

“No—”

“You can't do that to me, Dorthy. Leave me as you please. Come back to me if it's convenient for you. Have I for once—” Beatrix took a deep breath. Her resentment towards showing emotions to anyone after what happened between Beatrix and the woman who raised her. It was insane because Dorthy knew her through and through. The effort to hide had become incredibly useless. “Have I for once crossed your mind?”

“Oh, Beatrix.”

Tears flowed, leaving wet trails all over Beatrix's face. The void filled the cavity of her chest, pain crept up her throat, it felt increasingly tight and sore. Until she was in Dorthy's tight and warm embrace.

And for a moment, Beatrix was in the ending gate of her misery. The peace she had longed for seemed to be approaching her. In a matter of seconds, Syrax had grown calmer, so did Beatrix.

“I'm really sorry. I'm here now.”

“You're here, Dorthy.”

“True, I'm here.”

Beatrix reached out, her fingers gently running through Dorthy’s chin to her cheek. The touch ignited a spark that had been suppressed for too long.

“Will this be enough to accept me to be in your clan?”

A smile appeared on Beatrix's face after hearing Dorothy's question—actually it should have been Beatrix who convinced Dorothy, but it was the other way around.

“Depends. Are you going to kiss me or not?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Beatrix then closed the distance between their faces before a kiss that was a desperate plea and a tender reclamation. Their lips moved in sync, a dance of longing and passion, an unspoken vow, a silent pledge to the clan.

Or anything between them, no clue, really.

[thisispb]

A message from Past Boulevard

May 3, 2023

Ms. New Version of Me

111 Hopeful Future Street

Hi.

First and foremost, congratulations on making it far. I believe that you're currently living one of your dreams, something that you have been praying for, have been fantasizing about for years, and continuously pursuing to maintain it. Isn't it strange how time flies so fast for the both of us? Lifetimes ago, what you have right now's merely aspirations. Now, life has given birth to a new version of you---so unfamiliar, yet so recognizable. You are a blessing to me. I hope your new destination is better albeit the challenging circumstances.

For the new version of me, I know life has been so tough that it pushed you to your limits. Sometimes, you get discouraged because it's ultimately hard. I know that, because I often times see you lurking at my window. When things get tough, I hear you knocking at my door looking for solace: you bang, bang, bang on my locked door! There is not a day that you cease to twist the doorknobs---whether hysterically or calmly---hoping I'd bring you in. Every moment that I am by the aperture every time the storm comes in, you're outside then and again! You're drenched and desperate. You are devastated. And you once again look at me with pitiful, sad eyes that hope to bring you in to offer you soup to sip that mellows your weary soul.

I appreciate your unwavering trust and confidence in me, but to my dismay, you are not welcome in my home anymore. I know you crave for my presence, but it is wrong. I acknowledge that it took traffic, horrendous roads, and uncanny valleys to get to my residence, but you shouldn't have bothered anymore! I live in Past Boulevard, and you now stay in Hopeful Future Street. To get to me, it'd take you many lifetimes of pain and sorrowful miseries, hence, you shouldn't have bothered anymore. Save your time! Me and you, we used to reside on the same side of a beautiful country called "Present," but no longer do we , and I hope you find closure in that. Maybe parts of you still hold on and wish we'd still coincide, but it's not possible anymore. It was a requirement from the Divine Engineer for us to be separated; He said it was for the better. If you forgot when the notice came, it was lightyears ago when the great earthquake hit our area, and everything was shattered by the turbulence. It was necessary to evacuate somewhere, and I have decided so long ago to spare you as the new place that you're destined now offers better opportunities than this place does. These being mentioned, please leave this place completely and don't ever look back. It's your time to nurture a loving home in Hopeful Future Street (even if that means it is without me). Stop revisiting me at Past Street from time-to-time, it's a waste of your precious hours.

Every time it gets hard, breathe the air of your new place---it's refreshing, they say. For every moment it pours, take initiative and make the soup that mellows your cold heart; do not use my ingredients though, make your own. I believe it's better than mine. When the sun rises and smiles so brightly at you, go outside and stop plugging in the devices in your ears to reminisce the chirping of the birds at where you used to be; hear them, and familiarize yourself with the sound. When you reap laurels, remember your hard work and take all the credit. I may have been the origin, but you are the legacy. And lastly, for every daunting minute wherein challenges and tribulations loudly bang on your door, stop greeting them and entertaining them with the exact same antics that you would do here when you were still one with me. You are in a different place now, so those are different entities as well.

To Ms. New Version of me, embrace your new life. Embrace the life that is separated with me, but one with your inner self. You are your own woman now, it's different and it's not the same anymore. But don't fret: it's different and not the same anymore.

Visit me only to sip some hot cocoa milk, but never forget to leave once the cup boils down.

- Somebody that you used to know

[wyyvernn]

Adrian (Alucard) Tepes x gender neutral reader

CW: Very suggestive themes, implied smut, possessive-ish behaviour, blood drinking - minors dni

Just a heads up that I wrote Alucard pretty dominant in this one for i usually don't write him as such :3

Summary: You challenge Alucard to a chase in the woods and things get a little more wild than you initially thought it would.

Words: 2,109

Art by me (i told ya i would draw some art for the fic ;)

It was foolish to think that you, a mere human could hide or worse yet, outrun your dhampir lover.

But it's to your luck that the dewy air of the woods is particularly thick this sunny afternoon, and the sunlight has only penetrated the first few layers of leaves in the trees above, creating a beautiful golden pattern on the ground below.

The shadows of the forest are a fortunate benefit, they work to hide your frame behind bushes and thin branches. It's a light advantage that only brings you a shred of satisfaction until you hear leaves crunch on the ground nearby.

It's only a few moments until Alucard comes into view in all his radiant glory. His cape sits proudly over his shoulders and comes all the way down to drag along the ground as he surveys the area. It's the second time you've had the pleasure of seeing him as his usual beautiful self today, the first waking up to his tender face in the morning.

He's been skulking about the woods, howling all morning to hear how far his voice travels in attempt to detect any movement in his canine form. It must've worked if it lead him straight to you.

You clench your body in a tight little ball, keeping out of sight behind a bush that thankfully covers much of your being, even if the thought of knowing you will be found shortly, staying hidden still provides some comfort.

Time passes like a river's gentle flow and Alucard hasn't moved in what feels like hours, still welcoming the open air to his face, still watching your direction for any movement. He knows you're there but he doesn't want to pursue yet.

What impressed him the most was the wild goose chase you forced him to take part of. He took note of the many times you marked your scent on a tree only to turn and run in the opposite direction. That made him smile, he liked that touch you added - it seems you know your opponent well.

Then there was an odd series of broken sticks all piled upon each other in a small opening of the forest - serving no purpose other than to distract him, which effectively worked. You like to imagine the confused quirk of his brow, his mind pummelling deep into trying to decipher what it meant, looking it over for a good few minutes to see if there was a clue to your whereabouts only to realise in disappointment that it was nothing, a mere hindrance in his pursuit. A frustrated snort would follow making you snicker in your head.

You've definitely made yourself a worthy opponent. You may not be able to outrun or overpower him, but your wit has proved to be an exciting weapon to the game. Alucard feels that when he finally catches you and the longer the game lasts, he'll grow more ravenous and the more rewarding his prize will be.

The tension between the bush and his predatory gaze is as stable as worn fabric, held together only by a bit of frail thread. His amber eyes narrow into slits, never averting them away from the shrub as it sways softly from the warm afternoon breeze.

Your lungs burn in need of release, they ache to take in oxygen while your heart hammers in your chest like a herd of trampling horses. The adrenaline pumping in your veins fuels your desire to run yet you stay firmly hidden.

And when he does finally turn around, a long withheld gasp exhales from your throat, a sound of relief but a definite mistake. Alucard halts a portion in his step, his golden waves no longer bounce leisurely against his back, in fact, when his body rotates, the crunch of his boots on the red leaves feels ominous.

This is it, you think and your hands ball dirt into your fists out of frustration. This is it and the day isn't even over yet.

With gradual foot falls, he inches closer by the second, his slender legs sweeping the ground in long strides. As he approaches, the only thing spinning through your mind is to dash up and take off.

So you do exactly that, however futile it might be.

Your pursuer wastes no time in breaking out into a sprint after you, but you can tell he's holding back to broaden the game.

His laughter fills the air behind you and you can't help to let go of a few sputters of giggles in return.

You blindly dived further into the forest, your feet creating a ruckus as they kick up debris.

Alucard has no trouble catching up, but it's only when you zigzag between trees, stumbling from side to side does he actually find a challenge worth fighting. You stop behind one to catch your breath, hands bracing flat against the trunk and it becomes a game of peeking at each other from each edge of the bark. He follows your actions, playfully sneaking a few looks on the opposite side. You mirror his smirk as you finally hold his gaze, either one of you watching, daring the other to make a move as the suspense lingers in the air. Slowly, you back away from the tree and Alucard effortlessly curls around it, walking in your footsteps.

He chuckles once more as you turn and break out into a sprint again, dodging more trees and jumping over logs. He predicts that you'll exhaust yourself quicker before he catches you.

He's absolutely correct.

You come to a halt in a small opening in the forest with your hands held out in front of you in defence, your lungs heaving one large breath as you turn to face him. He barely looks out of breath, the arrogant prick. His arms come to cross over his broad chest with a rather satisfied smirk plastered on his lips.

"Alright..." you inhale, sucking in many generous breaths, "Alright, let's just stop for a bit and...hah...bloody hell..."

"I caught you."

"You didn't catch me, Adrian..." you retort faintly, motioning your finger back and forth between the distance of your positions, "this doesn't count."

Alucard's brows rise, quite amused by your display as you drop your hands to settle on your knees instead, heaving one final breath before you rise back up.

"Well I suppose even if it did count... you certainly took your sweet ass time finding me, didn't you?" You start, mockingly, loving the way his brows crease together, "I mean you would expect a dhampir to have better senses than a human but that was really...pathetic."

Alucard begins a slow pace, stalking towards you as your legs retreat in retaliation. His arms unwind, coming back down by his sides, a gesture that unsettles you in your brief moment of defiance. What terrifies you more, though, is the flaring of his cape blowing away in the wind behind him, the dark garment outlining his tall frame in a frightening manner.

"Excuse me?" he tilts his head, almost offended. Almost, because you know that's clearly not true and this is all still very much a part of the game.

Swallowing your nervousness, you manage to crack a wicked smile. You steel your back with each step taken backwards, watching him for any sudden movements.

"You heard me... old man-"

The moment the words leave your mouth, a flash of red highlights his body leaving no time for you to react. You feel as light as a feather, handled like nothing as you're swiftly urged up against a tree trunk. Amber irises swarm with lust and gleam with an uncharacteristic sense of intimidation, Alucard leans in close, his threatening breath grazing your ears.

"Does this count?"

Unable to do anything, he pins your arms above you while you squirm about in his grasp, smugly grinning down on you. When you don't say anything, he hums, quite satisfied by your shocked silence.

"Now I do believe it's time to claim my prize," his free hand leaves your wrists to graze down your arm where every chilling touch of his finger leaves goose bumps over your flesh. He slides the digit to your chin where he lifts it gently, causing you to directly gaze into his sensual eyes.

You expect him to claim your lips right there, but he hardly seems to be in a rush, intent on teasing you first. A sudden moan escapes your lips only to feel the weight of his knee pressing in between your legs on your lower region. You tried to muffle your sounds by turning your face into your shoulder but that only revealed a full display of your neck, giving clean access to the dhampir who sighed in response.

Encouraged by your whimpers, his knee moved harder as he approached your skin. As his mouth aligned up with your neck, his lips pulled back to reveal his fangs before he sunk them into your flesh, pain flooding in that area until it morphed into a sweet, comforting pleasure. Instinctively, you arched your spine, curling your body into him as he drank hungrily from you like a mad man.

The taste of your blood, the smoothness of it and the warmth pouring down his throat all at once set his skin on fire. He could feel it sticking to his tongue like a thick syrup as he lapped up every drop, savouring every note of its taste that made his head fuzzy and his eyes roll back in delight. He'd never had anything so divine between his taste buds, never having the good privilege of such a luxurious prey presented before him so openly.

He groaned a deep purr, the vibrations travelling all over your body and to the depths of your very core, making you shudder. It was such an unusual thing of Alucard, almost as if he had gone...feral. Even the way his eyes glowed with flares of the sun or his voice spoke in a low, sultry tone - it felt like something else took over...did he spend too much time in his wolf form? Was that taking a toll on his mind? Were his natural instincts on his father's side activated as soon as you kicked off? They all seemed like pretty reasonable theories.

His lips pulled back from your neck with an audible smack but not before he dragged the tip of his tongue to gather that last bead of blood, relishing it like the finest wine. There was a defined mark he left behind, two bright red puncture wounds and a lingering ring of pink around them that would surely grow purple in less than an hour.

"I want to take you right here, right now. I would devour you whole against this tree if I pleased...and you would allow it."

"You seem so sure of yourse- mmph"

You're immediately cut off as he slams his lips onto yours, unwrapping his hands from your wrists to now settle on your hips instead, allowing you to encircle your arms around his shoulders.

It's the first time Alucard has shown such thirst for dominance and a lack in mercy. Usually you're the one having your way with him, usually it's you who plucks and plays with his body, doing all the right things to make him squirm beneath you. Now you're the one shoved against a tree, now as he hooks his palms beneath your thighs and urges them to wrap around his waist, effectively deepening the kiss, you realise you're the one squirming beneath him.

You think maybe it's the fact that you told him to be as wild as he wants this morning, maybe if you told him to be a little gentler he would allow you to breathe.

But as your tongues entwine and your hands busy themselves in his hair, it becomes increasingly more difficult to care about how breathless you are or how dishevelled your clothes are, whether or not your neckline is hanging half way down your shoulders and Alucard withdrawing his lips from yours to tuck back into your neck.

His fangs don't break your skin again, not yet. Instead, he leaves a kiss there, forming a risqué smile.

"I am sure of myself," he whispers, finishing your sentence before he so rudely interrupted you.

Alucard sets your legs down again only to properly lift your body into his arms, his mind already made up as he heads back home. You yelp in delight and shock, instinctively grabbing onto his cape.

"And you will enjoy what comes next, back at my castle."

A/n: I remember starting this some time last year wowow i have like two more drafts from then as well asfffdsf *procrastination intensifies*

[railroad-migraine]

"Can I Kiss You?"

-> Bell's Hells/C3 x GN!Reader Headcanons

Notes: Another post that was not requested but something I wanted to write. An interpretation of how the party members would react to the reader asking for a kiss. Pre relationship stuffs, cuteness overload tbh. Consent is sexy, you guys ❤️

Mighty Nein version 💜

~ Poet

-

Ashton 💙

That's something incredibly inappropriate to ask a friend.

Fuck yeah you can.

He's obviously messing with you. The moment your gaze drops, they tilt your chin back to face them again. It's comfortable. Playful, cheeky even. A surprise, unexpected for sure, but so welcome.

They had scrunched up their nose, frowning in a way that you misinterpreted being fueled with rejection. You are relieved it is simply Ashton mulling over the idea, wondering why hadn't this happened sooner. The chemistry has always been there, you're fun and attractive - it baffles him that it took this long but oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Might as well make up for lost time. Pucker up.

And the transition was just so easy. It happened without any drama or fighting or grand confessions. Best friends to lovers? It's something Ashton can definitely be on board with.

-

Chetney 💙

Kissing me a luxury few can indulge in. Sorry, did I say few? I meant 'you.'

A lazy, slow smirk graces his face. Oh Chetney. You ol' stud. His confidence is palpable, radiating off such a small lil dude - it's unreal. His ego is through the roof now, and it's all your fault.

There's a swagger in his step as he moves to stand before you, bushy brows waggling in a way that's simply comical and animated.

Tease him. Give him a quick peck on the forehead and leave him flustered and confused, scrambling after you and demanding a proper kiss that you both deserve.

-

Dorian 💙

... You're kidding, right. ...Aren't you? No? Uh, yeah- Yes, I'd like that! Very much so.

He tries to brush it off and chuckles shyly, crossing his arms and kicking the ground a little, initially thinking your request was merely a cruel joke. But when he manages to look at you properly, the realisation hits him.

He's buzzing with nerves, delightfully so, getting over his mild surprise and indulging in a broad grin instead. A little breeze flies by you, anticipating and excited.

His thumb brushes your cheek, swipes a soothing circle. Charming. Maybe not as suave as he'd hoped to come across, but charming all the same. The wind whips through Dorian's hair, but he's unbothered by it, pleased sky blue eyes meeting yours.

-

Fearne 💙

So I haven't scared you off yet? Good~

So darn confident. She is more perceptive than she looks - she knows you've been psyching yourself up for the last few minutes to ask. The restrain she demonstrated by not sweeping you off your feet was so very admirable.

Her voice is saccharine, layered in sweet, warm affection. Encouragement. She's warm in close proximity, and you wonder if it's simply Fearne's fey and magical ancestry bleeding into the space between you. It's different, electric, but still comforting and familiar.

Nuzzles her nose with yours, seemingly giggling at nothing in particular. No pranks or thieving or lying. The moment of being together for now is enough for her.

-

Imogen 💙

Forgive me, heh, but you've caught me a bit off guard. B-but I am definitely not gonna say no to that.

Presses her palms to her cheeks, her face hot with a deep rosy flush as embarrassment and fondness floods through her. She's wanted nothing more for the majority of her knowing you, but now doesn't know how to deal with the reality of it.

Even though you're not the telepath, you can almost hear Imogen's thoughts racing a mile a minute, what-ifs and buts repeating over and over as Imogen tries to compose herself for both your sakes.

She sums up the courage to quickly lean in and kiss you, clumsily missing your lips and landing at the corner of your mouth instead. She gapes, cursing herself, but you're laughing and drawing her close, your mind whispering and repeating her name over and over again.

-

Laudna 💙

Oh aren't you just simply darling! Yes, you absolutely may.

It doesn't look it, but Laudna's brimming with excitement at the prospect of something so romantic and new between you. There's an echo if irritation from Delilah within her mind, but it is pushed aside to be dealt with later.

Adjusts her hair, sweeping it out of her face so that it she can see and so it doesn't get it the way. She wants to look semi presentable for her first kiss with you, and feel confident while doing so. It's been a while since she's felt so alive.

She daintily perches one hand on your shoulder, the other resting comfortingly on the slope of your neck. She feels the the warmth of your skin, the soft thrum of your heartbeat, and for a moment imagines that hers follows the same rhythm, if only for a second.

-

Orym 💙

I was hoping you wouldn't mind stooping to my height for a second - I was going to ask you the same thing.

Orym's bashful smile reaches his eyes, lit up and hopeful, mirroring your own expression as a disbelieved sigh leaves him. The lovely feeling that he's being reacquainted with is shared by you, and it's made him so happy.

He scratches his head, taking a second to consider how this will work. It's been a while since he was with someone, let alone someone much taller than him, but he adapts quickly just as he always does to any situation.

You lower before him, and he knows your knees must feel uncomfortable against the ground, but you don't seem to mind when you're at nose-to-nose level with the halfling, his nudging yours affectionately. He mutters something about investing in knee pads, making you laugh before leaning in.

[shina913]

Intersect, Part 9 | KNJ

Intersect, Part 9

Definition: To meet and cross at a point; To share a common area

✫✫✫Intersect Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: KNJ x fem!reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Office!AU; enemies to lovers; fluff; angst; smut; NSFW

Word count: 5.5K+ words

Warnings: office banter; excessive cussing; office romance; sexually explicit conversations; dirty talk; bed-sharing; oral (F-receiving); fingering; clit-play; un/intentional voyeurism; vulnerable confessions; life-altering decisions (not sure if that's a legitimate warning); so much angst

Summary: You hate him, he hates you. You were both fine staying in your own lanes–until you’re forced to work together on a make-or-break project for your company.

A/N: Incoming angst!

The trip home was long, to say the least. You’ve taken this flight many times and five hours typically zip by for you–now, it feels considerably slower.

You wrapped up your conversation with Haejin asking for some time to think about her offer. If you were being honest, it was a very attractive offer. And you had a week to give her an answer.

You spent the entire flight weighing the pros and cons.

If you accepted the offer:

Onboarding would start immediately, jetting off to New York City first

You’d learn on the job, right next to Haejin for the first month then you're off on your own

You would travel around the world, under the banner of the Moonstone Foundation

You would have a larger team and call the shots

You’d get paid a lot of $$$

You would be working your dream job

If you turned down the offer:

You would remain close to home, close to your family

You would still have a great job that you love, in a company that equally respects your work

You wouldn’t have to make any huge adjustments in your life

And who else was in your life?

Namjoon.

Where would your tall, sweet human fit in all this?

Would he be supportive? You thought he would be. Namjoon was just as career-driven as you were. In the two years that you’ve worked with him, you don’t remember him ever taking any time off—and his team could vouch for that. 

Except that one time. When he flew across the country to see you. One whole day, that he chose to spend with you.

If you took this job—would he wait for you? It seemed like a lot to ask of somebody who declared his commitment to you mere weeks ago.

Was it a declaration of commitment? He hadn’t said the words…and neither have you.

But you were absolutely sure about how you felt. That one day cemented that. 

Ladies and gentlemen, please return to your seats and be sure to stow away your tray tables. We are starting to make our initial descent.

As the familiar city lights twinkle thousands of feet beneath you, you think of how you couldn’t wait to get home.

When you walk out of the arrivals area, you catch a glimpse of it. A little over six-feet tall, beanie, hoodie, and jeans—with the sexiest smile and those dimples that never fail to reel you in.

“Welcome home, baby.”

******

This was not going to be an easy conversation, by any means. He had barely rolled your luggage in and was on you in an instant.

“Joon…we…we need to talk.” You manage to say in between pants as he continues to ravish you by your doorway.

“Can it wait? I missed you so much and I pretty much counted the minutes at the office until I had to take the train to the airport to come pick you up,” he says in between kisses.

“I missed you, too,” you reply, cupping his face in your hands, kissing him just as eagerly.

He reaches his hand up your jean shorts, the truncated in-seam providing him easy-access. You gasp out loudly when slips beneath the layers.

“So wet already?” he purrs.

“Hmm–only for you,” you sighed, your tongue darting out to lick his lower lip while he worked the bundle of nerves you had built up on the flight back.

He slides two fingers in your cunt. “You want me in there? Hm?” 

“Yes” you mewled while your walls clench around his digits. “I want you in me, now.” Your teeth graze his chin.

You were so lost in the moment that both of you flinched when your phone started going off. You groan in frustration, trying to dig it out of your pocket to silence it until you get a glimpse of the caller ID.

“Fuck, it’s just Yoongi. I’ll just let it go to voicemail,” you said.

Namjoon looks you square in the eyes. “Answer it.”

His suggestion catches you by surprise.

“You heard me,” he commands while his fingers continue to pump slowly inside of you. “Better hurry up before it stops ringing.”

Before you know it, you tap the green button on your screen to pick up.

“H-hello?” You try to control your ragged breaths

“Hi, YN. I wasn’t sure if you were going to pick up–”

“I just got home from the airport, what’s up?” Namjoon pulls his fingers out of you and puts them to his mouth and sucks on them.

It turns you on to the point of no return. What a fucking prick.

“Mirai and I were supposed to have a check-in tomorrow morning about the data analysis for the ACF project. I just wondered if I could add you to the meeting invite?”

Namjoon smirks at you before he drops down to his knees, undoing the button and zipper to your bottoms, pulling it down along with your panties in one swift move.

You gasp softly at the abrupt action. “Uh–c-couldn’t you have just emailed this to me, Yoongi?”

You look down and watch him hook your right leg up to his shoulder, your free hand clinging onto a bookshelf that you were so glad that Jungkook bolted to the wall.

“I was but uhm–the meeting’s at 8AM and I didn’t want to surprise you—“

“A-hah,” you yelped at the feel of his velvety tongue licking one long stripe over your clit. 

“YN? Are you—alright?”

You bit back a moan as the tip of his skilled tongue teases the sensitive bud.

“Sorry, I—I was just writing some notes from my trip and remembered something,” you lied.

“Anyway–are you free tomorrow morning? I know you try to block off 8AM for emails and general office stuff but since you just met with them, I think it would be really helpful to get some fresh input.”

“Yeesss,” you say a little breathily. “I mean, yes, that’s fine.”

Namjoon was really working you now. You look down at him, his eyes up at you, fully cognizant of what he was doing.

His palms were on your ass, pushing you closer to his mouth to torture you further–tonguing your clit while three relentless fingers, massaged and curled around your insides. Your thighs started to quake–your orgasm would hit you any minute now and Yoongi was going to be on the other line to hear you fall apart.

“Yeah, I was thinking, it would also be great to–”

“Hmmphh…shit,” your hand flies to your mouth to stifle a high-pitched moan while Namjoon’s fingers hasten. 

“Sorry–Say that again? I didn’t catch that,” Yoongi says, confused.

“Nothing! I’m–I’m–c-close…close to a breakthrough here,” you managed to say before he sucked on the extremely sensitive flesh. You were seconds away from freefalling. 

“Aah–just-send-the-invite-see-you-tomorrow-bye,” you say in a rush before you frantically fumble to end the call, moments before your body starts to jerk, followed by a loud, lingering sigh.

Namjoon rises to his feet, eyes wide open with a big smile on his face. His lips and chin, coated in your arousal. “Fuck, that was so hot!”

You grimaced. “I think he might be traumatized. I don’t know how I’ll be able to keep a straight face tomorrow.”

He waves you off, “He’ll be fine,” then leans in to give you a kiss. Just then, that tent he had in his pants pokes you in your belly.

You giggled before you palmed him through his jeans. “Now let’s take care of you.”

******

The morning was shaping up to be hectic. You grabbed a medium, triple-shot mocha from the cafe around the corner from the office to help brace for all of your meetings. The days after a business trip are always frenzied–expense reports, meeting notes, client debriefs, follow-ups…and worst of all, catching up on all of the other work that you missed out on while you were away.

Yoongi tried his best to act professional during your meeting. You knew that he knew what you were doing on the phone–or at least had a pretty good idea of it.

But you didn’t let it faze you. You were composed and gave him all of the information that he needed to move his project along.

After he thanked you for all of the helpful input that you provided, scurried off to his office and mentioned something about a new opportunity that he had to discuss with Celina.

Your next meeting was a huddle with Jimin and Mirai, who filled you in on the latest information on the baseline survey responses. You were happy to know that Namjoon kept everything moving smoothly, resolving any internal issue while keeping you informed of any high-level decisions that you needed to make.

The day was waning and you barely had a chance to catch Namjoon apart from smiles down the hallway and quick work chat messages to check in.

You were so inundated with work that you almost missed the new piece of decor hanging in your office—a small replica of Seurat’s The Lighthouse at Honfleur. It was the painting that you spent time admiring at the museum.

You couldn’t help but smile.

******

“Hey, I have something to tell you. You think we can talk later?” You poke your head into his office after taking a chance when you see his door ajar.

“Of course. Everything okay?” He beckons you to come in while he stands by his bookshelf, trying to search for some reference materials.

Since last night’s attempt was unsuccessful on account of a few…’distractions,’ you were more determined to have this conversation sooner rather than later.

You shut the door as soon as you step in. “Yeah, everything’s great. I just wanted to run something by you—can you come over tonight?”

“Sure. I have a code review with Hobi and Tae at 5. It was the only open time we had on our calendars today,” he grimaces. “So–I probably won’t get in ‘til after 6:30?”

“That’s totally fine,” you smiled. “Just come by when you’re done–whatever time that is.”

“Okay. I have my key,” he says proudly.

It’s only been a couple months but since you both frequented the other’s place, you thought it made sense to give each other keys the week before you left for your business trip. Logical.

He figured he could also revive your dying house plants while you were away–and he was right. Practical.

“Perfect. I’ll make you dinner,” you said.

He beams back at you. “Can’t wait.” He leans down to place a chaste kiss on your lips before he excuses himself to walk over to his next meeting.

******

Namjoon gets in a bit later than expected and looks a bit frazzled when he walks through the door. His meeting with Hobi and Taehyung had run over. A routine code review turned into a troubleshooting session. Namjoon’s team inherited the program from a previous contractor and, needless to say, their quality control was little to nonexistent. When Namjoon left the office, they had barely gotten the program into a stable mode so Hobi and Taehyung elected to stay a bit longer to monitor it in case it crashed again.

You welcome him with a piping hot bowl of jjajangmyeon. “Woah—this is so good, baby. What would I do without you?”

You take in a sharp breath, suddenly feeling a pang of guilt. From what? You’re not exactly sure why. Maybe it was the fact that a lucrative job offer had just landed on your lap not so long ago–and you were wrestling with the thought of taking it and asking the man that you loved to cool his heels while you lived your dream.

You were both accomplished in your own rights. Namjoon had charted his own path and you did the same. He was already reaping the benefits of hitting a major career milestone while you were just beginning to make strides in yours.

You were ambitious and driven. You had all but mapped out the next five years for yourself–but you never factored him in. He was a variable. Now, you had to determine whether he was the independent or dependent kind.

“So, I ran into Kim Haejin on my last day.”

“Oh! That’s…random.”

“It was. She’s doing some lobbying for Moonstone.”

He nods. He’s been to Capitol Hill a handful of times and seen special interest groups trying to round up legislators, competing for their attention to push their agenda. Some had genuine and sincere intentions while a few…just wanted to pay a few digits less on their tax returns.

“Anyway, we met up after our meetings at the Capitol and I found out that she’s also been in contact with the children and families committees up there—really trying to push forth this one piece of legislation that a few people in congress are sponsoring.”

He hums. “I gotta hand it to her. Running a family corporation, a charitable foundation, and juggling motherhood on top of all that? I don’t know how she manages it.”

This was it. You braced yourself while you broached the topic.

“Well—that’s the thing. She thinks she’s stretched too thin because of all of these responsibilities. So…she’s looking into handing off the Foundation.”

He slows his chewing.

��Oh. So…what does that mean for grantees? And uh…contractors? For us?”

You slowed your pace. “She’s not quite handing it off in a sense that she’s ending the Foundation. She wants someone to take over for her—to oversee the program.”

“Okay…”

You felt your heart start to beat out of your chest.

“She asked…me…if I could do it.”

His eyes bulge out of their sockets and he almost chokes on his food. “Baby—that’s…that’s great! What did you tell her? Oh shit. But you’d have to leave the company…ah—what the heck? This is your dream, YN! This is fucking amazing!” He was beaming with pride.

You smiled back at him, feeling some relief as he looked so happy for you.

“I mean…I, I told her I’d think about it first.”

“Aish, c’mon, YN! What’s there to think about?” He says it as if it was a no-brainer. This fueled your confidence.

“Well—for starters, I’d have to embark on a ‘tour’ of sorts,” you gestured with air quotations. “You know, to promote the Foundation, expand partnerships internationally—“

“A tour?” He looks puzzled.

“Y-yeah. The tentative schedule on the calendar is for a year—possibly longer—Asia, Africa, Latin America...The organization is growing rapidly. I also have to make sure that Jungkook is settled. Plus, our relationship is—“ You stop your babbling when you see his face falter.

“Y-you’ll be gone for a year?” he whispers.

Your heartbeat lurches. “A year, maybe more,” you say hesitantly.

In an instant, his expression turns despondent. Although his eyes were downcast, you could see his jaw ticking.

You rest your palms on either side, cupping his face, trying to tilt it upwards to look into his eyes.

“Joon, look at me—“ He does, and you wished that he hadn’t. He had a smile on his lips but his eyes were pained.

Tears started to sting your eyes. “Baby—“

His hands rest over yours, assuaging you. “Hey—You should take the job.”

You take in a shallow breath. “Well, see, the reason I haven’t taken it is because…I was thinking about us. It’s going to be so hard being away from you. And I–Namjoon, I…” you paused for a beat. This wasn’t exactly how you pictured it but you had to let him know–and you had to know if he felt the same. “I lo–”

You are interrupted by his phone blaring on your dining room table. He glances at the caller ID. “Shit, it’s Taehyungie. Hold on.”

However sweet you thought Taehyung was when you worked together, you wanted to strangle him through the phone for his shitty timing.

“What?” Namjoon groans into the phone. “Fuck. I thought we cleaned up the duplicates?” Another groan. “And the patch didn’t work?” Taehyung murmurs something unintelligible which elicits a low growl from Namjoon while he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Alright, alright. Just…hang tight. Uh–tell Hobi to run the validation script manually to hold off the errors. I’ll head back now.”

He hangs up.

“Sorry–YN, I uh–” 

You nodded. “It-it’s fine…”

He hurriedly gathers his wallet and building pass off the table then wordlessly heads to the door to put his shoes on.

You followed right behind him. “Uhm, do you want me to pack some food for you? Maybe bring some for Hobi and Tae? They could be hungry.”

He pauses then turns around abruptly. “N-no, that won’t be necessary,” he replies.

“Uh…okay. Are we–” You blink then shake your head. “Let’s pick this up again tomorrow? I really need–”

“S-sure, yeah. Listen, I–I really have to go.”

You nodded, looking up at him expectantly. When he doesn’t move, you take it upon yourself to close in on him yourself. You tilt your chin up to him and give him a kiss. You move your lips against his, coaxing his mouth open to slip your tongue in. He moans softly, lifting his hand to cradle your nape. Deepening the kiss, responding to your languid strokes with his own licks.

He pulls away first, pressing his forehead to yours–bearing that same pained expression in his eyes when you asked him to look up at you.

“Let me know when you get home?”

After giving you a small nod, he’s out the door.

******

You must have been dreaming. The last thing you remember is Namjoon leaving your apartment–he seemed off after you told him about the job offer. Did you miss his text or call?

You feel your mattress sink, you get a whiff of a combination of your body wash and faint traces of men’s cologne. Moments later, warmth envelops you. You were half asleep when you glanced over your shoulder to see Namjoon burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Is it really you?” You croaked out.

He chuckles softly, his warm breath fanning your ear. “Who else would it be?”

You roll over to face him. “I thought you went home?”

“I thought I did.”

You smile languidly. “What time is it?”

“Late.” He kisses your forehead and moves down to give you a peck on your lips before he pulls you in closer to his chest. In an instant, you drift right back to sleep.

******

“Okay so, I have like, four tickets to the actual ceremony but only two for the baccalaureate. I was thinking maybe you and mom can come because–with dad and his sleep apnea–he’ll be snoring up a storm and I really don’t–”

“Kookie–it’s fine,” you chuckled. “You don’t have to explain. He can stay and nap at the hotel until the ceremony starts in the afternoon.”

“Have you asked Namjoon-hyung to find out if he can make it?”

“I’m sure he can move some things around but I wouldn’t–wouldn’t get my hopes up. He’s been struggling with one of his programs and working nights and weekends to try and fix that.”

“Oh,” he pouts a little and looks dejected on screen.

“I’m sorry–is your ultra-supportive noona’s presence not enough to put a smile on your face on your graduation day?”

He does his big-bunny smile. “Of course it is–I just thought maybe he’d come with you. Because we’ve grown close, I think. He's kind of like the big brother I never had,” he says sheepishly.

“Then why don’t you text him yourself and ask? Like you said–the worse he’ll say is ‘no.’”

He nods. “Speaking of answers–have you responded to that CEO’s job offer yet?”

You sighed. “I–haven’t. I have ‘til the end of the week to let her know. I, uh–talked to Namjoon about it.”

“I’m sure he’s excited for you!”

You made a face and your brother picks up on your uncertainty immediately. “Was he not,” he asks slowly.

You inhaled sharply. “I don’t know how to describe his reaction, exactly. It was–mixed? He was enthusiastic at first and then when I told him about the year-long tour, it was as if someone walked into the room and killed the lights.”

Now it was Jungkook’s turn to look confused. “What do you mean?”

You explain what happened during dinner and how his excitement died down shortly after. You were already starting to feel deflated because of his reaction until he came back later that night. It seemed to quell your doubts.

“You think he wouldn’t be cool with long-distance?” Your brother asks.

“I don’t know. We haven’t really–reopened the topic since this morning. We’ve both been swamped with other stuff. He’s coming over tonight, though so–maybe we can clear it up then.”

******

While you took absolute pleasure when he fucked you senseless, you had many quiet moments that you relished.

Like this. Both of you laying in your post-fucked out state with your heads at the foot of the bed. Him on his back while you on your stomach, just talking, after a long day at the office.

“I have a confession to make,” he began.

You turn to glance at him while he stares up at the ceiling.

“Remember when I told you that Mayumi ran out of love and patience for me?”

You hummed and nodded cautiously at the mention of an ex from somebody you were seeing.

“She left me because—she said that I held her back and…lately she was starting to resent me for it.”

“W-why would she resent you?”

“Because I was selfish. After finishing my undergrad, I went straight into getting my doctorate. I asked her to move in with me, which she did—at the expense of losing out on a great job opportunity. Moving away from her family. But I convinced her that moving into the city would present more opportunities for her. More options. Plus, we’d be together.”

You weren’t exactly sure what was prompting Namjoon to open up like this but you let him, nodding and humming softly to urge him to continue while you listened.

He goes on to narrate that Celina had hired him right out of undergrad. They first met when she happened to be a visiting lecturer at his university. He caught her eye when he started to challenge one of her findings—which in the end, she admitted was slightly flawed and outdated due to an old theory that she had based it on.

He jumped at the opportunity because she had an esteemed reputation in public policy.

She saw promise in him and convinced him to go straight into a graduate program while he worked as a programmer and research assistant at her budding firm.

You started to get a weird feeling and decided to ask him outright.

“Are you–are you trying to tell me something? You and Celina–” You asked hesitantly.

Your bed shook as a hearty laugh booms out of his chest.

“No, no, baby. I promise you, that’s not where this is going,” he looks at you assuringly. “Besides, I didn’t think I was her type because—I pretty much questioned her at every turn. I wasn’t uhm…agreeable to everything that she said. And I wasn’t doing it to be a dick. I just—wanted to make sure that every angle was taken into consideration, making sure that we were thorough. Which, I think in the end, she respected me for and it made me a good researcher.” He clarifies while he reaches up to kiss your bare shoulder. “We strictly had a mentor and mentee relationship.”

He had obviously risen up the ranks using his smarts and determination. Unfortunately, his ambition drained his personal life.

Mayumi was always trying to accommodate him. Worked her decisions around him. She was happy to do it because she loved him.

“Then one time, I was doing some extra work at home—nothing unusual. But at that specific time, I was feeling some extra pressure at work because I wanted a promotion and I knew that I deserved it. Only thing was, there were three other people in contention. I needed to do something…insanely exceptional to be at the forefront.”

He put in the work, traveled to conferences, strengthened client partnerships, recruited notable researchers–which, at the sound of that, you cocked our eyebrow to. Clearly, all of this was enough to convince Celina and the rest of upper management to reward his efforts.

Once he became Associate Director, it was all downhill for him and Mayumi. They argued more often. She would storm off and pick up extra shifts at work while he spent nights in his office. Somehow, being anywhere but home was more peaceful. It was not healthy.

At some point, they knew that they were done for. But why did Namjoon hang on that long if he didn’t think things were past the point of mending?

“The day that we were submitting that revised proposal? She called me that morning, saying that she was done, she had had it with me. For some reason, I asked her to wait for me. So I rushed out of the office in the middle of the day.”

He didn’t know what he had hoped to accomplish. Would he convince her to stay? Would he promise to change and devote more time to her, like she had asked multiple times before? They’ve gone through this cycle in the last few years. Take a break, get back together.

He tried but her mind had already been made up right before he walked through the door. Before leaving, she told him how she felt as if she’d always had to play second-fiddle to everything else in his life—which was his career.

She’s given up everything because he promised that they would be together—which was true for some time—until his work took over his life and she became an afterthought.

He turns his head to face you again. “All this to say that, I don’t want a repeat of what happened before. I feel that this relationship is much more different than that. I recognize that you have your own dreams and ambitions. I want to support you and—find that balance that I didn’t before. I was too young and too full of myself. I don’t want to be selfish anymore—not with you.”

You regarded him intently. “Joon—“

“Don’t ever let me hold you back from things that you want. I don’t want you to resent me.”

This man squeezes your heart like no other. If at first you were worried about how he would feel, now you weren’t because it seemed like he had swept those concerns away. This was going to help with your decision to take Haejin’s job offer easier.

You smiled warmly at him. “Namjoon, resentment is far from the emotion that describes what I feel for you right now.”

He sits up slightly and leans in closer to you while he balances his weight on his elbow. “Good, because I don’t think I can forgive myself if you started to hate me.”

“Joon…where is all this coming from,” you ask softly.

“I just–need you to promise me that you won’t let me hold you back.”

“B-baby, I don’t–”

“Please–just promise me?” He gently implores.

“I promise,” you assured him.

With that, he closes the gap between you and kisses you.

God, you loved this man so much.

******

The next morning, you find the side that he slept in empty. You panic a little but are instantly placated once you see a handwritten note on the pillow that he slept on.

Left early—SOS from Hobi and Tae. Figured you needed all the sleep you can get so you wouldn’t rip anybody’s head off. See you in a bit.

You regretted that you didn’t tell him how you felt last night–but he was so vulnerable and truth be told, his actions felt more than enough to assure you. You would definitely tell him today. You glance at the post-script below his note.

PS — You’re so cute when you snore!

You scoffed. “I do not snore!”

******

You didn’t catch Namjoon when you arrived at the office in the morning and you went straight into a marathon of meetings with your team and a few other project officers, not to mention that you were still catching up on a pile of work sitting on your desk while you went off on your trip.

Once you found a few minutes, you place a call to Haejin and tell her that you would take the job, provided that you could incorporate some scheduled time off–that was a hard line for you. You wanted to be able to see and spend time with your family and Namjoon.

Haejin was more than accommodating. It was a small price to pay for a huge weight off her shoulders. She was a huge advocate for work-life balance in her company. She hated the thought of her staff being overworked or didn’t have personal time for a vacation, to go to their child’s recital, or just plainly take a mental break. She promised a great support staff for you if and when you were scheduled to take time off.

The next step was meeting with Celina to put in your notice–but not before you shared the good news to Namjoon.

You knock on his door to find him with his nose buried deep in a draft report that he was reading through.

“Hey,” you say excitedly. He glances up briefly to acknowledge your presence then returns to the report.

That was weird. 

But you brushed it off and proceeded to tell him that you spoke to Haejin about taking the job. You also told him that you requested for unrestricted, on-demand time off to accommodate your family and him. You were over the moon at the thought of living your dream and expressed that it was too good to be true–a killer job and the man that you love by your side.

“Isn’t that great, Joon? There are only a few organizations like this–who would actually grant this flexibility–”

“I think you should take the job as it is…without any conditions or pretenses,” he interjects coolly without looking up at you.

You scrunch your face in confusion.

“Huh?” You actually heard what he said. You were more in shock, is what it is. “I thought–I thought that you were supporting me and that you’d be there for me? You know–last night? When we talked?”

“YN–let’s be practical here. You’ll be gone for a year. You’re leading a whole program–and it will need your full attention. I’ll just be a distraction.” He says evenly before he lifts his head to look up at you. 

“W-wait–”

“I think that what you’ve done for the firm is amazing. You’ve grown our foundations and philanthropic efforts considerably in a short period of time. It goes to show that you’re really good at what you do. I’m not surprised that you’re starting to outgrow your position. More people are finally taking notice of your skills.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t…” You took in a sharp breath. “Look, Namjoon–I never said I felt like I was outgrowing my position here.”

“YN–you know that I’m a huge supporter of career growth. I don’t think people should confine themselves to boxes.”

His voice was barely recognizable to you. This was the same tone that he adopted when he spoke to clients and business partners. Academic, formal…disconnected.

“You should take full advantage of every great opportunity that comes your way. Clearly, The Moonstone Foundation will give you that. This is what you’ve wanted. This is…your dream. Don’t let anything or…anybody hold you back from it.”

You were aghast. Was he still talking about the job offer or–

“Joon…” you softened your expression, rounding his desk, leaning against it and dropping your voice. “It’s just us, here. We can talk like…like normal? I thought that we were on the same page?”

He stares at you blankly and doesn’t return your affectionate tone.

He moistens his lips before he speaks again. “We are talking. And I’m saying–you should move forward. This–this relationship is going to be a distraction for you. And that won’t be helpful for Haejin and the Foundation.”

Who was this imposter and what has he done to the real Kim Namjoon? The man you’ve grown to love in the last couple of months.

“What are you saying? I’m so confused, Joon–”

He looks you dead in the eyes–gone was all that love and warmth from last night. Cold and emptiness had taken over. It was the same look that he gave you when he told you to get out of his office when you supposedly stole his project from him.

“I’m saying–that we should cut our losses now.”

You stood in front of him, flabbergasted. “Are you–are you breaking up with me?” It sounded idiotic by the time the words spilled out of your mouth.

He swallowed hard and flexed his jaw. “I just think that you need to be able to focus on your new position so you can produce your best work. You know–no interferences, obstacles…”

You tune him out. His voice was replaced by Celina’s–ringing in your ears after you decided to castigate Yoongi during that one meeting.

If I fall apart, then everything and everyone else around me is affected…everything that we all worked hard for–just because I decided to have a cry at work.

Suddenly, it felt like ice water had replaced the blood running through your veins. You touch your tongue to the inside of your cheek–a habit you picked up from him. But it didn’t matter because it helped you don a mask that you desperately needed at that moment.

“Got it. Say no more.”

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[OPEN]

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Chosen (Park Seonghwa) Rated

Pairing: Creature! Park Seonghwa × Human! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Sci-Fi/Fantasy AU.

Summary: Symbolizing purity, innocence, and daintiness, the Daughters of Aster had been hand-picked since a young age to be brought up and raised for a very special task: to carry the offspring of the nobility in the kingdom, which just so happens to consist of cold-blooded humanoid creatures. And now that she's become of age, it's Y/N's turn to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.

Word Count: 5.6K

Warnings: Tentai content including tentacle bondage, tentacle sucking, breast play, suction play, breeding kink, penetration with tentacles, multiple orgasms, semi voyeurism, reader is a virgin and Seonghwa is whipped for her, mentions of eggs, and stomach bulges. (It's my first time writing actual tentacle smut so I apologize if it sucks.)

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Gulping harshly as she pressed a hand to open the large, metal gate that guarded the huge mansion, the young woman hesitantly stepped inside the spacious and grim-looking garden. Underestimating the weight of the gate, she softly jolted back when it suddenly slipped out of her grasp and clashed back into place. She winced momentarily when the loud noise seemed to resonate, spooking several of the small critters and ravens that roamed around the small terrain. Glancing back, she half expected an old groundskeeper to swoop out of one of the trees and chastise her reckless behavior. But nothing surrounded the area except the foliage, trees, and rose bushes that added to the beauty of the grand estate.

Gathering back her courage, the quaint young woman took slow and careful steps across the small dirt path that led straight to the front stairs of the mansion. It was a somewhat terrifying architectural design, reminiscent of the old gothic-styled cathedrals from ancient times, not at all fashioned after the pompous and outlandish French designs most of the other members of the aristocracy preferred. The gray stone walls made the place seem cold and distant, the hardly lit windows signaled that it was probably rarely inhabited, and the black ravens perched on the top of the sculpted angel monuments lined up through the staircase only made the sensation feel more haunting and chilly.

Finally, in front of the main entrance, she hesitated as her fingers brushed along the round metal door handle. She felt frozen with fear as she realized there was no returning after all. This was the moment she had been prepared for her entire life. In a few moments, she was about to meet.....

Her master.

Just that thought sent shivers down her spine. She did not wish to ponder too much on the various horror stories she often heard back in the institute, nor imagine what kind of life she would live now as a surrogate to one of...their kind.

In the very moment she lifted her hand once again, she took a jerked back when the door seemingly opened by itself, a young maid looking surprised to see her standing there. Upon inspecting her attire and recognizing the crest that held her dark blue cloak in place, the maid's expression beamed with joy.

"Oh! You must be Miss Y/N correct?"

Nodding her head and affirming it was indeed she, Y/N felt puzzled when the tiny maid practically yanked her inside, albeit not intended to harm her, she simply seemed excited about her presence, which frankly made no sense to her. It was not as if surrogates were treated with kindness let alone respect. When her hands reached up towards her neck, the young woman was quick to stop her.

"Oh please! Let me do that for you."

Although she was not particularly fond of people coming up so close in her personal space, she maintained a calm demeanor whilst the maid removed the long cloak off her frame, delicate hands folding it perfectly and tucking it under her arm.

"I'll have this cleaned and ironed out for you Miss before taking it back to your room. You must be famished after coming here after such a long journey." She paused briefly and examined Y/N's complexion, which seemed rather pale and depleted, making her pout rather sadly at the state their new guest was in.

"If you would like, I can ask the cook to prepare a meal for you. Do tell, what is your favorite dish?"

Y/N waved a dismissive hand at the kind lady's offer.

"Please, do not trouble yourself. I am not the least bit hungry." Indeed, it was not a lie. She was overly anxious and uneasy that she did not believe it to be possible to even fathom stomaching any sort of sustenance at that moment.

"If you do not mind and if it is allowed... I would much prefer to retire for the evening." Y/N humbly requested.

Nodding with the understanding that the new company was weary, the young maid took hold of a golden bell tied around her waist and proceeded to ring it moderately. In mere seconds, a tall sharply dressed gentleman came up and bowed towards her.

"Cedric would you please escort Miss Y/N to her room?"

Gesturing for her to follow, the butler guided her up the flight of stairs into the second story of the house. Passing through a long corridor, Y/N glanced now and then at the outside patio through the windows that overlooked the gardens. They were much larger than what she initially thought, and the longer she looked, the denser the trees seemed to appear. She was so distracted by the scenery that she nearly collided face-first into the poor butler's back had he not spoken up first and made her steps come into a screeching halt.

"This will be your room from now on miss." Producing a string of keys out of his pocket, Cedric unlocked the door and gently pushed it open, stepping inside to make room for Y/N to pass.

Her breath was nearly taken away by the sheer size of the room. It was double the size of the old living space she used to share with 6 other girls back in the institute and was furnished with more than what she'd ever need. The decor too seemed like something more befitting for someone of the family than for someone of her station.

"If there is anything the matter with the decor or should you prefer a different pattern, you may simply speak the word and the Master shall arrange for the room to be modified as you like."

At the mention of the Master, Y/N felt that nerve-racking tingle travels down her body once again.

"Shall you need any assistance, please feel free to ring the bell attached by your bed and one of us will be more than happy to aid you?" Reaching for the door handle, Cedric bid her good night before closing the door to leave her to her thoughts.

Still feeling cold from the long walk, Y/N stepped closer to the fireplace, outstretching her hands in hopes of warming them up. She was grateful that although not expecting her early, they had prepared a nice fire to warm up her room. After getting filled with the heat, Y/N went over to one of the dressers so that she could change into her night attire. Upon opening the many drawers, she was shocked at not finding any of her old clothes, instead, there was an abundance of luxurious clothing which she did not recognize. Storming over to the large wardrobe, she too found that none of her personal belongings had been delivered, they seemed to have all been replaced with new apparel. Knowing that she had no choice, she went back to the first dresser that she had looked in before and rummaged through to find the plainest and simple nightgown she could find. Reaching for the row of buttons training down the middle of her blouse, she undid them one by one with utter care before slipping it off her body, letting the garment fall on the floor. Running the zipper down, her long and flowing skirt joined her blouse, one foot delicately kicking them away for the time being. Standing there in nothing but her undergarments made Y/N suddenly feel apprehensive. She carefully looked around the room again, feeling the strange sensation that someone was watching her. Shaking that thought out of her head, she quickly threw the nightgown over her head and finished dressing. The fabric was soft to the touch and it didn't scratch against her delicate skin, but the most surprising factor was that it fit like a glove on her body. It made her wonder if perhaps they had prepared it in advance or it was merely a coincidence.

Picking up her discarded clothes, she neatly placed them on the table near her, slightly folding them and smoothing them over. Going over to the bed, she pulled back the covers before sliding her body onto the mattress and covering herself. She couldn't help the small blissful sigh coming out of her mouth as her sore limbs welcomed the soft and comfortable bed, the pillow feeling like a fluffy cloud. As she laid there, she began to reminisce about all the events that led up to that very moment, or more specifically, that very morning during the Auctioning.

Hearing the loud applause coming from the other end of the room, Y/N tried to calm her nerves, knowing she was the next one in line to face the crowd. As soon as she took one step forward, she was stopped by none other than the Head of the Institute, who took hold of her wrist and looked at the girl behind her.

"Abigail, you go next. Y/N, you're coming with me."

Without so much as a further explanation, Y/N found herself dragged away from the waiting room where her fellow inmates also looked at each other in confusion at the sudden interruption. Y/N wanted to speak up and ask what was happening, was she not to be auctioned off to one of the many noble families? The old woman of course knew all the questions Y/N had, but she didn't say a word until they were outside in the front of the building, where there was a carriage awaiting her.

"Your personal belongings have already been sent out to your new home. We've received word to have you delivered as soon as possible." Even with that brief explanation, Y/N still didn't understand anything. Noticing her distressed state, the Headmistress sighed softly.

"Y/N, you are not to be auctioned off like the rest of the girls. Someone has already purchased you many months back, but it seems they accidentally forgot it and thus added you to the lineup. Luckily, I managed to find you before you stood up on that platform. Certainly avoided a disaster." The old woman chuckled, yet that did not relieve Y/N's worries.

What did she mean someone had already bought her? Who were they? Where was she sold off to?

Unfortunately, none of those questions were answered, instead, she found herself being pushed inside the carriage and speedily taken away to an unfamiliar side of the country that she had never seen before, away to who knew where until she ended up right in the place she was currently in.

Drowsy and tear-filled eyes eventually closed even whilst remembering the events of the day. Y/N knew she was more than likely lucid dreaming as she slowly drifted off to sleep. She didn't feel fully unaware of her surroundings though, and perhaps it was that skeptical feeling that kept her on edge and guarded against anything around her. It especially came into help when she seemingly felt something stroke her cheek, gliding down to caress the outline of her jaw. At first, she believed it was nothing more than her imagination, but when she felt a thumb running across her bottom lip, she opened her eyes, screaming and sitting up when she saw a dark figure standing right in front of her. He was started himself by her outburst, immediately retracting his hand when he witnessed how agitated his innocent act had made her.

"I'm sorry..... I didn't mean to frighten you." His voice was soothing and low, clearly intended so that she'd calm down.

"Would you mind if I..." His gesture indicated that he wanted permission to come near her again, which she felt like she had no choice but to give.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, the handsome stranger reached out and cupped the sides of her face, moving it slowly to the left and then towards the right, eyes drinking up every detail of her countenance.

"My God, you're even more beautiful than the last time I saw you tending to the gardens in that place."

Hearing those words made Y/N widen her eyes. How did he know about that? Unless...

"Are... Are you my new master?" She couldn't even believe it.

The young man giggled softly.

"If you don't mind, I would much rather prefer if you called me by my name, Seonghwa." He introduced himself. Y/N briefly nodded, but obviously, it wasn't enough for him as he leaned in close, nose nearly bumping into her own.

"Please say it." He urged her to.

"Seonghwa." She breathed out his name, to which he let out a gentle smile as one of his hands moved to tuck some of her hair behind her ear.

"Once again, I apologize for startling you, my dear. I just got impatient and couldn't resist myself. I just had to see you." He confessed before getting up out of her space.

"You must be tired so I'll leave you be now. Get some rest love and I'll see you in the morning."

Y/N expected him to walk towards the same door she had come inside from, but she looked with astonishment as Seonghwa went over towards another door which she had mistakenly assumed to be her bathroom, and opened it up.

"My room adjoins to yours, so if you ever want to come and see me, I'm just a knock away." He fought hard to not laugh at her flustered expression, whispering out another good night before retreating into his chambers.

Y/N released a breath she didn't know she was holding. So far her new master looked...normal? Nothing at all like what she expected from the many tales that roamed back at the institute. Seonghwa was nothing that she expected, exceptionally beautiful, poised, kind, and gallant. But she knew she could not be fooled by his charming manners, after all, none of the members of the aristocracy were actual humans...

And it was only a matter of time before she figured out what sort of monster Seonghwa was.

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Y/N tried to steady her heartbeat as Seonghwa drew closer to her, lips brushing against her own. Although this was the exact moment she had been prepared all her life for, she still felt a tinge of nervousness as she felt Seonghwa's hands clasp around her waist, his body, which was all bare save for the briefs between his thighs, pressing against her own.

"Tell me, my dear has anyone ever kissed you before?" He smiled when she shook her head.

"May I kiss you?" His inquiry sounded so sweet and pure that Y/N didn't think twice about lifting her face and closing her eyes.

Seonghwa's lips were soft, reminding her of the soft petals belonging to the different roses in the gardens outside, precious little buds that she had been granted permission to take care of in the month she had been living with him. He had never once denied her anything and had been very attentive to her every need. And now as he tenderly kissed her, pouring his heart into the loving kiss, Y/N wondered if this is what love felt like, that foreign emotion that she'd often hear spoken about yet always been told it would never be something she or any of the other girls at the Institute would ever experience. She didn't know, but she knew that she enjoyed whatever this was, this feeling of Seonghwa's lips closing over hers, only to pull away and then dive back in, each minute that passed enabling his kissing to become more ardent and passionate. It was truly breathtaking for her, as she'd often find herself gasping for air each time his lips would pull apart from her mouth.

Starting at the corners of her lips, Seonghwa began pressing butterfly kisses down towards her jaw. Y/N's breath hitched, neck tilting back when she felt him nibbling against her skin. It seemed as if he knew exactly where to direct his attention towards, her sharp breaths an indication that she was warming up to his touches. Releasing one hand off her face, he moved it down until his fingers brushed against her collarbone, treading dangerously close to her covered bosoms.

"Now tell me, love has anyone ever touched you here?"

As if on instinct, Y/N arched her back towards his palms when they lightly squeezed at her pillowy mounds, a light, and embarrassed moan being uttered by her for the first time in her life.

"N-no, no one's ever touched me there." Her shy confession made him smirk as he then dropped his hand down to lift her flimsy nightgown.

"What about here? Has anyone touched here?"

Cupping her sex, he found it warm and inviting, his body aching to be inside of her, to fill her up and breed her as he wanted to. He didn't need her to answer, just her mouth going agape and emitting the cutest whimpers he had ever heard was enough of an answer.

"No of course not. You're pure and completely untouched by anyone else....." When she felt his fingers slide across her wettened folds, her hands reached out and gripped against his biceps, using them to keep herself steady as they continued exploring her deepest places. It felt so unusual yet wonderful to have Seonghwa pry open her lips, fingers ever so gradually slipping past her tightness to lodge inside her warm cavern. Once settled, they began moving, pulling themselves out before coming back in. To distract her, Seonghwa stooped down to kiss her once more, it felt more rushed than before, tongue occasionally poking outwards to scrape against the roof of her mouth. As his fingers worked hard to stretch her open and mouth busied in devouring her adorable whines, it was all to prepare her and get her to ease up before he continued with anything. Pulling away with a deep inhale, Seonghwa used his free thumb to wipe away the excess saliva on her bottom lip, breath ghosting over her own.

"Y/N... I'm going to need you to stay calm and not freak out. All right?"

By his tone, Y/N deduced that she was about to figure out just what exactly it was that made him different from her. She could feel him hesitate, looking just as scared as she did the first time she arrived at the estate. Just as she was about to assure him that she was not afraid, she felt something crawl up her legs, it was somewhat slimy and had a couple of ridges along the underside of it. Glancing down, she nearly fell back onto the bed when she witnessed two long tentacles wrapping themselves around her thighs, tearing up part of the silk fabric of her nightgown. Before she could stumble back, another tentacle launched out to wrap around her waist, pulling her forward to help her regain her balance. She breathed heavily, looking visibly shocked as she realized they were coming out of none other than Seonghwa himself. He scanned her face, trying to read her reactions. Scared? Disgusted? Apprehensive? It was rather difficult to make out exactly what she thought about his tendrils holding her steady and tightening around her body. Wanting to test something, he produced two more tentacles, these slightly thinner than the previous ones. They moved closer towards Y/N, who of course, instinctively recoiled from the unusual limbs.

"Don't worry. If I were in your position, I'd be utterly revolted as well." Although he spoke out those words with a dry smile, they held a lot of pain within them and it made Y/N saddened to hear him. Wanting to make up for it, she outstretched her hand towards the nearest tendril, the very limb slightly pulling away when it felt her come near. No doubt Seonghwa was hesitant about having her touch him. Undeterred, Y/N reached out once more, this time the tentacle didn't recoil but subtly leaned into her touch. Ever so slowly, it began to wrap around her arm, looping itself around her wrist, and settling itself on top of her palm. Y/N couldn't resist herself as she softly squeezed at the tender limb, thumb curiously playing around with the tiny suction cups along the underside of it. She couldn't help but giggle when it slightly slithered itself to attach some of the cups onto her palm, applying light pressure that had a rather pleasant feeling. So amused by the bizarre member, she didn't realize that the other thin tentacle had moved until she felt it loop itself on her other arm, the same as the one on her right side. Seonghwa felt relieved when she didn't seem afraid anymore, instead, she now smiled up towards him, fingers gently caressing the smooth surface of his tentacles. Unbeknownst to her, he could feel every touch ministered on them, the tentacles being a part of him, an extension of him. And they were highly sensitive to any sort of contact made with them.

"Can we...can we continue?" There was a slight quiver in his voice that did not go unnoticed by the woman held hostage by his slimy tendrils. Understanding exactly what he was referring to, Y/N nodded, eagerly awaiting to see just how Seonghwa would impregnate her.

Feeling herself lifted off the floor, the tentacles gently laid her down on the bed, detaching themselves momentarily off her body as they began poking around at the semi-ruined fabric of her attire. Grasping at several ends, Y/N gasped astonishingly when they tore off the rest of her dress, discarding the remaining pieces on the floor. Laying there completely naked in front of Seonghwa, who did not hide anything in his stare as they raked her entire body. Feeling self-conscious, Y/N moved to cover herself but the tentacles were faster as they wrapped around her wrists and ankles, holding the first ones above her face while the other ones kept her legs apart, allowing Seonghwa to fully gawk at her wetness. The thought of burying himself deep in her and breeding her made him uncontrollably hard.

Y/N squirmed as several more tentacles sprouted out of Seonghwa's body, making her question just how many he could produce. Two medium-sized ones traveled up her sternum, oozing out some sort of secretion that trickled onto her breasts. The tentacles then latched themselves onto her perky mounds, twisting and pulling at her nipples until they hardened and poked out. They continued to toy around with her boobs, flicking against her sensitive nubs now and then before going back to clamp down and attach their suction cups to her tender skin. Y/N shuddered as she felt them slightly vibrate, adding to the daze-inducing state she was drifting off to.

Just as she was distracted in enjoying the pleasure the two tentacles were giving her, she let out a shriek when she felt another slimy organ come up and flit at her clit. The tentacles around her ankles kept her from closing her thighs, leaving her with no choice but to succumb to the movements made in her delicate button. It felt so surreal, so extraordinary, and she writhed around on the bed as much as she was able to when the tiny end of the tentacle sped up and rubbed faster against her swelling clit, the delicious friction making her mouth water. She wondered if this was the bliss some of the girls back home talked about, the ones who had gone out of their way to break the solemn vow they swore about remaining intact and pure, forcing them out of the Institute as they were no longer considered valuable vessels for future buyers.

"If this is what they enjoyed then, I would have gladly broken my vow too." Y/N mused to herself. But then she remembered had she broken her vow she would have never been able to meet Seonghwa, and she'd grown attached to him in that short period of meeting him.

"No... It's better this way. Having saved my body just for him so he can use it as he pleases. Have me carry his children. Oh, God." She felt herself clench around nothing as she thought about being stuffed by him, carrying his babies. Months before, the idea of carrying the offspring of some humanoid stranger horrified her. Now, it thrilled her and she looked forward to it.

"I'm going to slide a few more inside of you now, ok? It might feel uncomfortable, but I promise I'll make sure you don't feel any pain." Y/N vigorously nodded, the tentacles around her ankles spreading her legs further and bringing them up so her knees were bent.

Two thinner tentacles, even thinner than the ones around her wrists came out and began probing around her hole, stretching it ever so slightly before sliding inside her. Y/N felt them scraping against her tender walls, leaving her flabbergasted at feeling them creep deeper and deeper against her right muscles, stopping once they reached her cervix. Ever so carefully, they position themselves at her opening, prying her cervix open. A dull sting shot up her body, not exactly painful, but it wasn't exactly pleasant to feel. Noticing this, Seonghwa made the tentacles release their hold on her tight rim.

"Perhaps I might need to make use of this after all."

Y/N didn't know exactly what 'this' was, all she felt was the two tentacles lightly thrust inside of her, tips flicking up to tease at her sweet spot. And then she felt it, the tentacles oozed some sort of secretion to coat her inner walls, even moving to spread some of the liquid against the entrance of her womb. The tentacle working on her clit had to momentarily stop when Y/N began spasming, small gasps and moans spilling out her lips, not realizing that she had just had a subtle orgasm, but Seonghwa knew. He felt when her juices covered her walls, causing them to become more slick and wet, an effect produced by the natural pheromones his tentacles had just sprayed inside her, helping her to relax and not feel any more discomfort. Although it would also make her highly sensitive, meaning she would become a sticky and panting mess by the end of it, every stroke or brush inside her body would be heightened considerably. And Seonghwa was rather curious to see how that would play out.

Finally, a rather large and thick tentacle sprung out, heading directly towards her opening. It contracted itself as it skimmed past her entrance, flowing smoothly thanks to the previous tentacles that had worked Y/N's core open and the pheromones he had induced into her. At first, nothing seemed to happen, then Y/N's mouth flew open as she felt the tentacle start expanding, bottoming out inside of her, forcing her stretched-out muscles to widen even more. Unable to resist the urge, she looked down, nearly wheezing as she looked at the tightly nestled tentacle inside of her, pulsing inside her slick covered borders. Just those small pulsing vibrations had her throwing her head back as more liquids seeped out of her. Feeling her arousal coating its skin, it seemed to rile up the large tentacle as it began pushing itself further until it reached the entrance of her cervix.

"Usually humanoids of my kind would place as many eggs can fit inside their surrogate's womb... But I don't wish to overwhelm you with that, especially since it's your first time." With a smug grin, Seonghwa stooped forward and placed a hand on top of her abdomen.

"So let's just try it with two."

The large tentacle began contracting once more, wriggling around as if trying to get something out. Y/N soon felt what it was as a smooth, round, and semi-hard object began pushing itself inside of her. The two smaller tentacles, which were still lodged on the sides of her walls, went back to pry her cervix open, allowing the egg easier access as it traveled through her tunnel and nestling itself inside her womb. Seonghwa watched proudly as her belly swelled up as soon as the egg lodged itself in her, fingers brushing against the oval outline bulging out of her skin.

"So pretty, so beautiful." He praised her, teeth tugging down at his bottom lip as a hidden tentacle had come out to rid him of his last article of clothing, stroking his hardened cock generously, the suction cups paying close attention to his leaking head.

"How are you feeling so far love?" Seonghwa wanted to make sure she was fine before proceeding.

Y/N fluttered her eyes open, soft pants spewing out her mouth.

"Please...more." That was all she could manage to mumble out.

Satisfied by her answer, the massive limb started wriggling once more, popping out another egg that scraped deliciously against the roof of her cave, journeying past her barriers and plopping next to the previous egg, joining it inside her womb. With slight embarrassment, Y/N cried out as another wave of pleasure poured out of her, hands wanting to cover her reddened face at the thought of so easily cumming by the mere thought of Seonghwa's eggs inside her while his tentacle continued throbbing inside her.

"Don't feel ashamed my love. I just so happen to enjoy watching your face contort with pleasure." His admittance only made her more sheepish and flustered.

"We're almost done, love. I just need to fertilize my eggs."

Y/N groaned loudly when the tentacle began moving, thrusting itself in and out, her previous juices seeping out every time it pulled out her body, creating a wet stain on the sheets underneath. Maybe it was her imagination, but Y/N swore she could feel the eggs move inside her, bouncing each time the tentacle pushed back inside her. The tendrils around her ankles and wrists tightened themselves, holding her steady as the tentacle started to plunge itself faster and deeper into her, twitching every so often, a sign it was getting ready to squirt into her womb.

Seonghwa was also enjoying the spectacle, watching closely as he was about to impregnate his darling surrogate, the tentacle wrapped around the shaft matching the movement the larger one was doing. He felt blessed to be able to feel both sensations at once, one being his cock stimulated while his tentacle had to endure Y/N's tightness clench unbearably around his slimy member. It was ecstasy for both of them, their grunts and moans echoing inside Seonghwa's room. Wanting her to experience the maximum pleasure he could offer, the tentacles laid out across her chest went back to their previous task of playing with her nipples, suckling on her tender flesh whilst the one between her legs toyed with her swollen clit. It was all so much for her that Y/N couldn't help it as her third orgasm of the night overtook her, this one more intense and prolonged by the endless amount of attention her body was receiving.

"Seonghwa!" She cried out, tears of over-stimulation brimming at the corners of her eyes.

Hearing her call out to him, Seonghwa himself hissed as the tentacle worked him over the edge, spurts of cum trickling down onto it as well as splattering onto the floor. The tentacle that was now coated with his cum moved towards Y/N's face, lightly tapping on her cheek. Turning to face it, she inhaled sharply and didn't hesitate to allow it to slide past her lips and wiggle inside her mouth. She moaned around the appendage, sucking on it, the sensations flowing back to Seonghwa's cock.

"Oh fuck." He exclaimed, the tentacle pushing itself on the back of her throat while the one between her legs rapidly moved to finish its final task.

Y/N's wailing was partially muffled by the tentacle stuffing her mouth, her body and mind spiraling out of control as she felt thick ropes of warm cum being gushed out of the tentacle and shooting straight into her womb. She could even feel her stomach swelling up even more by just the liquids being poured into her. It was enough to have her crying out once more, a state of euphoria clouding her mind as her 4th high shocked her senses, numbing everything except the feeling of the tentacles around and in her. Seonghwa himself didn't need further stimulation, cumming untouched for the second time when he finally finished breeding her, mouth drawing out long and labored breaths as he started to come down from his high.

Slowly, one by one the tentacles started pulling away from Y/N's body, disappearing back into Seonghwa's body. Both of them groaned deeply when the last tentacle pulled out of her agape hole, some of the leftover cum dribbling out onto the bed. Y/N felt so sore and so full, her hands reaching down to caress her now swollen stomach, surprised at how big it looked. She felt ready to pop at any moment. With utmost care, Seonghwa moved her further into the bed, helping her rest her head against one of the pillows and covering her up with the warm blanket. It wasn't long until she felt his body press up against hers, pulling her as close as was possible as one hand protectively wrapped around her belly.

"Thank you..."

She was so weary after that intense session that she could only mumble a barely audible 'huh?' at his words. Chuckling, Seonghwa pressed a kiss against her cheek.

"Thank you for carrying my babies. You have no idea how happy I am at this moment."

She could only manage to give out a faint smile at his words, fastly falling asleep when she felt him hum a soft tune against her ear.

"I'm so glad I chose you."

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