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adonis-koo · 5 years

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Lust • pjm

↳ Summary: The village of Incúrsio has always said to be plagued by a demon, to keep its evil at bay they must sacrifice a young virgin to its hunger every year. You assumed that was a certain death, by what means? You didn’t know. Becoming the the mate of the Prince of Hell to keep his brother away from you? That was never apart of the folktale.

↳ Genre: demon!au, supernatural, smut, strangers to lovers

↳ Word Count: 11k

↳ Pairing: Jimin/Reader

↳ Tags: MC is thirsty as hell, thigh riding, multiple orgasms and I mean a LOT, eating out, overstimulation, virginal sex, mutual masturbation, sub/dom overtones, finger fucking, creamiepie, unprotected sex, jimin has a big dong

Last installment

Note: Second installment to Halloween!verse !! I this is technically edited but I’m probably still gonna go back and tweak a few things, just a heads up. You don’t have to read the last installment for this series but there is a loosely followed plot :)

Incúrsio was right in the middle of the most used trading route in the whole realm. You’d often met people from many walks of life and there was never a dull day with so much life flooding your village. Incúrsio however, did come with its faults. And now laying in bed sleepless over the past twelve hours, you briefly wondered if those faults were even justifiable.

You see, Incúrsio, was home to the demons curse. An old folktale in your opinion to scare children. Your village, however, took the curse as serious as they came which opened the door to the ceremony held each year to pick the unfortunate virgin girl who’d be used as the Offering.

The virgin girl, had become you.

You believed in a lot of things. But demons were not one of them. At least not until today. Not until you were chosen from the bowl of many names, what would happen to you? You had grown up your whole life watching them drag girls kicking and screaming into the woods only to disappear and never be seen again. Would they just kill you right there?

Thoughts rolled throughout your head as you stared at the ceiling, the wood had begun rotting last year and you were surprised by the last bad storm that had rolled through the village hadn’t caused the roof to cave in on you. Maybe it would right now, you’d prefer it over whatever fate laid ahead.

The door to your room opened wide causing the early morning light to stream inside as your caretaker Grelda opened the door. Twenty two years all to be thrown away on one single piece of note with your name written down. Anger flooded your veins but your mind was numb as you wordlessly rose to your feet as followed her down the small crooked hall.

Most mornings were spent through banter while helping her make breakfast, she had been so kind to take you in when you were nothing but a small helpless child, you filled one another's lives with joy. And yet it was all absent today, the last you’d ever spend together.

Grelda had prepared you a bath, it was the first time all year you had sat down in warm water and she had even helped clean your hair. It was all in name of the celebration of the demon not destroying your village another year. The village would even throw a whole celebration that night after your death. You knew because you had always gone in previous years.

Only now did you realize just how sickening it was.

Your hair had been scrubbed near clean and the dirt from under your nails had been picked, the skin you had long since was used to have a layer of dirt covering it was polished like fine china and standing still in the dainty long white dress. The one you swore you’d wear on your wedding day- you felt as if you didn’t even know who you were any longer.

Hearing the loud knock wrap against the old unsteady door of the entrance made your heart drop into your stomach, it was time.

Grelda quickly finished the long braid in your hair before leading you to the door, stopping in front of it only to turn around and pull you into a tight hug, “I love you, my child, no matter what,” Your eyes were already stinging at the choke in her voice, her own quiet anger quivering before forcing it back, to stay strong for the both of you, “You will be okay.” She pulled away and pressed a chaste kiss on your forehead as a louder, more demanding knock rapped once more.

You could only muster a single nod as your eyes threatened to water before glancing down at your feet.

Grelda quickly opened the door to reveal the head townsmen and a few other volunteers stood stoically, as if anticipating you’d put up a fight as most girls did in the last few minutes of their life. Being sleep deprived and emotionally exhausted from your long night, some hours spent in rage while others spent in tears. You couldn’t muster anymore emotion as you stepped forward. Letting them clasp your upperarms tightly, a man on either side of you as you began to walk forwards.

Incúrsio really was a quaint place, most wouldn’t suspect it of being under such a horrid curse. The fog in the early morning gave it a haunted but enchanted feeling and a single candle stood outside of everyone’s homes, a silent mourning of the one who would be lost today. Your eyes set on the road ahead where you noticed guards were on rotation.

They must’ve arrived last night from the Kingdom up north. The Jeon Dynasty had always been too kind for their own good and you felt a brief surprise fill your face at the sight of them. Hysteria had been setting in with the Offering so close and talk of the town was the Blood Moon pack had been spotted scouting your village not too long ago.

Werewolves, were a fickle kind and often temperamental by nature but the Jeons had just signed a peace treaty with them. Surely they wouldn’t break it, right? Regardless and for whatever reason they had went ahead and sent guards anyways.

Biting against your lip you could only wonder what went through the royals heads.

You were quickly forced from your thoughts as the townsmen suddenly yanked you along forcing you to stumble slightly while attempting to keep in line with their steps into the woods where every other girl before you had also went.

Would they kill you now? Or would they just leave you lost in the woods for a blood starved vampire to find? Or a crazed werewolf to eat? Anxiety began to spike through your mind and briefly, it felt as if your life had flashed before your eyes as you began to approach the odditie ahead.

It looked like a pegan altar of sorts, the stone head like a gateway to nothing and the large black burnt circle free of any tree’s sat at it’s entrance, oh my god you were going to be literally sacrificed weren’t you? Your breath had become hitched and unsteady as you passed through the stone hedge and stood in the middle of the circle, the head townsmen forced you to kneel and then silence set in.

One second went by, then another. And another. What was supposed to happen? You could tell this was an unusual sight as the volunteers began to fidget from side to side their eyes darting to one another and you could see the hysteria getting to them as well. Swallowing you forced your eyes shut once more as your exhale came out shaky and timid.

Another minute had to become five eventually and just when you thought perhaps you'd be spared over this year one of the volunteers finally spoke, “This- This isn’t normal! Let’s just kill her and go! The demon can still feed on her afterwards!”

His words was the only spark needed to cause everyone to snap in anxiety as they began to fight among themselves. Someone determined to keep you alive while others agreeing with him and wanting you dead. Before you could blink blood had been spilled and the hysteria was becoming thick and crazed before a sharp knife was suddenly being hurdled at you in the hands of a volunteer.

You scrambled back onto your bottom before harshly closing your eyes with a whimper as defeated tears finally slid down your face. You waited for the sharp, burning puncture to set in only to timidly open your eyes from the odd silence. A tall, dark figure stood in front of you undisturbed and regal before humming, “That won’t be necessary.”

Your lips had parted as you breathlessly gaped at the figure of a human until he turned around. Dark magenta eyes like you had never seen before, too dark to be a vampire and too pink to be a werewolf. A large, almost demented smirk coiled on his lips wrapping you in a spill of darkness making your head light and your body weak as the void filled around you both leaving everyone behind.

“Don’t worry,” He leaned down, grabbing your chin, “You’re safe now darling.”

Your head was light, and briefly you wondered if the hysteria got to you as well. Your vision was beginning to spot and before you could even speak your body finally collapsed.

Groaning your body felt weak and briefly you could feel a bead of sweat trickle down your forehead, god you were so hot. Did you have a fever? Your mind was hazy and had a dull ache as you forced your eyes open, anticipating the old rotting ceiling of your bedroom.

Instead your eyes were met with a the black silk canopy and the plush bed beneath you sunk against your body brought it’s ache a small relief.

Had you the energy you would’ve shot out of the bed with a scream at where the hell were you.

But your movement was sluggish and forced you to lay there, still and in a dazed wonder, “You’re awake,” His voice was like silk, soft as an angel but the magenta eyes were anything but, “Don’t try to move,” He turned to face you, his face slim and cheekbones chiseled and high, the odd silver hair making him look ironically angelic, “You’re body is still in shock from traversing the first time.”

Closing your eyes you swallowed thickly, trying to keep the whimper from escaping your lips before forcing your timid voice to rasp, “Aren’t you going to kill me? Rape me? You’re a demon.” He was in the perfect position to do as such, you weren’t even sure you could muster a scream right now, your body was so dull and it was difficult to even wiggle your fingers.

His lips curled slightly in amusement as he walked to the bedside, pulling out the chair from his desk as he sat down, “Even demons aren’t as bad as they’re made out to be,” He clacked his tongue, a playful myrth in his eyes as he continued, a little more serious, “A demon must have consent, without it we’ll turn to dust.”

“Oh,” You breathed, glancing up at him wearily before back at the silk canopy hanging above you while muttering, “So you’re going to kill me.” If you had the energy, you’d be interrogating the supposed demon already while wielding a pillow for your defense but instead you just decided to dramatically accept your fate.

He clacked his tongue once more causing your gaze to shift back to him as he replied, “Is it so difficult to assume I’m not going to harm you?”

“...Yes.” You replied after a moment of silence making him chuckle as you frowned, “I was dragged out into the woods and almost killed only to be transported to hell with a demon. Is just killing me too much to ask?” His laugh only continued as he shook his head.

The amused smirk pulling on his lips as he leaned back in his seat, setting his foot against his other knee as he answered, “I’m afraid so darling. I’m in need of a mate, you were getting ready to be killed, it’s all very convenient for the both of us. You’re alive, and now I don’t have to search through the whole realm for a mate.”

Your lips parted and closed several times before your voice rasped in defiance though it only came out cracked and half whispered, “I didn’t agree to that!”

“Yes well…” He shrugged, not looking shocked by your resistance as he continued, “I didn’t agree with that either but here I am. I could always send you off to my brother like originally intended.”

You weren’t sure what that was supposed to mean. But going off any indication of his trailed off words, his brother must’ve not as been such a gentlemen as himself. You huffed, glancing back up to the canopy. When you woke up that morning, you had intended anything but this to happen. But he was right, you were alive and you most definitely would’ve met your untimely fate if it weren’t for him, the last thing you were going to do was pick a fight with the man who had saved your life. Demon or not.

Being his mate? Which in human terms was likened to marriage? Outrageous and you weren’t about to let that happen. But you’d cross that bridge when the time came as he didn’t seem set on genuinely mating you and there was always a chance he was just teasing you, as you quickly found out. For a demon, he seemed awfully light hearted.

“What is your name?” You muttered, glancing up at the soft silk. Was this how the royals slept at night you wondered? You had always tried to imagine falling asleep in such luxury at night only to wake up in the grunge of your bedroom.

But now, if there was anything you could appreciate, it was the aesthetic and pleasure of the room.

“Lust.” Your eyes shot back to his figure in mild panic and horror as his smirk curled into a more seductive one, his eyes brighter than before as he introduced himself before he chuckled, his body relaxing once more making a scowl twitch on your lips at his teasing, “Formally, on the surface I’m simply referred to as Jimin. You may call me as such if it’s more comfortable.”

Jimin laughed once more at the constant twitch of your lips as you fought the scold that continuously tried to twist further onto your face, “Y/n.”

He gave a hum as he plucked your hand up from the bed, your arm felt like a heavy weight but his plump soft lips felt like a caress of clouds against your skin as he kissed the knuckle of your hand, “Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Y/n, circumstances aside.” Jimin set your hand down before standing up, “Now get some sleep darling. The effects of the traversing will wear off soon.” Despite your ruffledness you found yourself listening to him as your lashes heavily fluttered closed, you could barely register the blanket being covered over your body as sleep took you once more.

The next time you woke up your head was clear from it’s pain and your body was as light as a feather. The first thing you noticed were the lights of the room had been gone leaving it dark and you wondered if it was supposedly night? You weren’t actually in Hell, right? You had been overdramatic earlier but surely that wasn’t the case. Hell was, well....Hell, endless torture. You established that this definitely was not it as you turned to face the other wall.

Instead you were faced with the sleeping demon, who had stayed respectfully on his side of the bed, but just registering that you were in his room, of course, had you yelping in surprise as you tumbled out of the bed.

Your body instantly throbbing as it hit the ground making you whine out. The bed aboved shifted as you watched him peer above you with furrowed brows and messy hair, expression twisting with amusement as he asked, “Do you enjoy sitting on the floor? You always seem to end up there.”

Anger brittled through your veins as you gave a huffy indignant whine, fumbling as you stood up while stomping your foot, pointing a finger down at him menacingly as he leaned back against his hands, not looking the least bit threatened, “I…! I demand to be let go! I am not staying here!”

Jimin rose his brows before he let a small smirk curl on his face shrugging as he waved his hand, allowing his upper body to collapse against the bed. His silk black sleep shirt only held together by a single button parting to reveal his warm toned skin beneath, “Then leave.” He said it so easily, not even looking as if he truly cared, making you scold further.

Wanting to get a reaction from him, you assumed he’d at least put up a fight or maybe his eyes would go pitch black and his voice would go demonic telling you to never leave the room. Instead the infuriating man looked as if he already won the battle as he dismissively waved a hand to the door.

Stomping your foot once more you huffed before turning around and going for the door, you weren’t going to question his motives and all you needed to figure out was where to find the exit and how to get back home. Maybe the whole village would burn you at the stake for being a witch? Even if you weren’t alive by magic they didn’t know any better and it had been outlawed punishable by death.

But you’d rather take your chances there, then stay here with such an insufferable person.

Opening the door you felt a vague sense of unsurety run through you, the halls were lit in red and darkened by black silhouettes, the large crystal chandelier above head held by black candles that flickered dimly litting the hall as you stepped outside the room hesitantly.

Frowning you gently shut the door as you glanced around, suddenly swallowed by anxiety, you had never seen so much grandiose in your whole life, what was held in these halls? Were there more demons like Jimin.

Surely not all were as nice as him...Groaning you ran a hand through your hair as you tried to muster the courage to just walk down the hall and find the exit. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of the door opening not to far down the hall making a gentle whimper escape your lips before fumbling with your own door. Not even realizing what you were doing until you shut it, back into the safety of Jimin’s room.

“That didn’t last long.” He hummed out, eyes still closed with an infuriating smug smile pulling on his lips.

You glared down at his figure with the strong urge to stomp on his pretty throat, you had never met someone so audacious and annoying in your whole life! He sat up finally as he opened his eyes, his smile turning a little more sincere as he raised his brows, “I’ll take you down to the kitchen, I’m sure you’re hungry after everything that’s happened.”

You were demanding to leave and this…! This fiend (literally) was going to act like you hadn't tried to run away and was now going to offer you food!? You were about to snap only to be stopped by the wail of your stomach. You may not have been interested in a late night snack, but your stomach most definitely was.

You could feel the blush began to creep it’s way onto your cheeks as your lips angrily frowned while Jimin laughed, standing up as he walked towards you. Grabbing your hands as he opened the door, “You humans are too cute.”

“I…!” Your nose wrinkled in anger, as you harshly glared at his soft hold on your hand. You would fight this man with your bare fists if he’d only put them up against you, “I don’t want to be here!”

Jimin sighed as he paused, turning to look at you as he raised a brow, “You don’t want to get a snack?” He looked as if he was talking to a toddler making your easily flared temper further as he snickered, always teasing it seemed.

The hallway had only turned into more and Jimin must’ve known his way around here well as he weaved so effortlessly through the...this had to be an estate, or maybe a castle? It was so big, “What is this…? You finally asked, your voice soft and curious as you glanced up towards the ceiling that sat so high up it could surely be mistook for an odd evening sky as the black candles flickered.

Opening the two large doors to the kitchen, Jimin glanced back at you as he encouragingly tugged on your hand, “The palace of course, where else?” His words made you stop in your track as your brows furrowed, parting your lips but now words came out.

This time he tugged you inside before shutting the door and allowing you to sit on the bench at the sturdy wooden table, “You’re in the heart of Hell darling. The Dark Lord resides here in the palace as well as his children. There’s six others but none too pleasant I’m afraid.” He pulled out the roll of leftover bread before cutting into it, “You could try to leave if you’d like but I doubt you’d get anywhere. Except perhaps took by one of my brothers,” Jimin’s shoulders stiffened slightly as he curved a brow, a more annoyed smile twitching on his lips as he finished cutting into the loaf, “Which believe me, for as insufferable as I am, my company is better then there’s.”

You frowned, glancing at the table from his words, still not quite registering the severity of them. Perhaps you assumed hell would be more...hellish. Maybe it was, this was the palace, naturally it took on a regal atmosphere but still, “Can’t you just taking me home…? You didn’t have a problem bringing me here.” You murmured quietly, shoulders sinking slightly as you felt a small quiver in your lips.

Jimin sighed, setting the large chunk of bread in front of you as he pulled out a goblet from the counter, pouring you a cup of water as he replied, “I wish it were that easy darling,” He set it beside the bread before taking a seat across from you, “You’re the yearly sacrifice from Incúrsio. Your kin,” He paused, his brows furrowed and a small odd smile pulled on his lips, “Have an odd perception about us cursing your village. That is not the case. Incúrsio, just so happens to be one of Hell’s transversing portals causing demonic energy to run strong. Virgin sacrifices are, vitally useless given there is no demon interest in destroying your village if they don’t ‘repay’ us once a year.”

Your frown furthered as you tilted your head, now curious more then anything at his words, finally you pulled a piece of bread off as you bit into the soft substance, “But the girls...they never returned afterwards. If a sacrifice isn’t needed, then where do they go?”

Jimin sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, face twisting into mild irritation that wasn’t aimed at you, but more his words, “Well it isn’t needed but it’s still gladly took by one of my brothers. Greed is always looking for another girl to add to his collection, his cardinal nature often gets the better of him. He looks at the yearly sacrifices as his. If I were to take you back, Greed would hunt you down without hesitation given you’ve become- in his mind apart of his harem per say.” He finally concluded as he glanced towards you.

You had parted your lips several times and yet you remained speechless, before ultimately deciding to nibble along the edge of the thick crust of the bread you held. So even if Jimin did take you home, you still wouldn’t be free? Dejection casted over your eyes as your shoulders sank slightly. At least you had a stroke of luck to have Jimin intervene with the Offering when he had then. His brother, Greed, didn’t sound the kindest and while Jimin did annoy you it was nothing more than your childishness coming out. He genuinely wasn’t all that bad of a company.

“So this is it then…” You sighed, finally speaking as you met his gaze, “I’m stuck with you?”

Jimin finally gave you a cheeky smile, tossing a wink your way that forced your lips into an unimpressed quirk, “I make great company after so long I can assure you.”

You clacked your tongue as you curved your brow, “Somehow, I doubt that.” And just as before, he only laughed, never seeming to take your sour words serious.

Jimin’s company, really wasn’t terrible. He teased you constantly and you’d sourly stomp your feet at him while complaining. You had spent most of the day in his bedroom though you’d be lying to say you weren’t curious to go out and explore, Jimin had duties to attend to- as apparently being a Prince of Hell held just as many duties as a regular Prince.

You couldn’t imagine how but you often decided to just not think about it. He promised to take you out and let you explore a little bit of the castle once he returned.

And so you waited, fiddling with the white dress you wore as you’d occasionally pace around the room. You’d poke around his bookshelf and attempted to read- except you never learned how. Furthermore the book must’ve been in latin as none of the wording seemed even familiar.

Eventually you had laid back down on the plush, soft bed of black satin and silks combined, you wrapped your arms around the fairly firm pillow as you sighed.

The smell of cedar and a distinct hint of ash mixed together, but often times this had began to bring you a sense of comfort. You almost jumped out of bed at the door to the room being opened Jimin appearing in the entry as he raised his brows, “You haven’t gotten cabin fever already, have you?”

“A little,” You admitted, feeling a bit sheepish at your words as you glanced away from him. Avoiding his cheeky smile as he gestured you over, laughing at your quick steps as you almost pounced over, excited to finally get out of this stuffy room. You had been a fair bit nervous of a tour. It wasn’t every day you were in the palace of Hell after all.

Jimin offered his arm out to you causing you to pause, glancing at it with a little suspicion as he chuckled, watching your childish weary expression before reluctantly hooking your own arm around him. Jimin instantly tugged you outside the door as he gave you a small smile, “It’s really not as intimidating as it sounds. The palace is beautiful and as long as you stay around it’s realms you’ll be fine. Any further and you’ll start stumbling on the souls here.”

He cringed a little at his words as he guided you through the long hall way that had you sheepish the first time you stepped outside of his room.

It still made you a little fidgety, something about it’s low lit red lights and black candles had your stomach churning, perhaps you’d get used to it eventually.

But this was going to take time, you were already beginning to miss the sun and the smell of the grass after it had just rained. What you’d give to see the blue sky above again rather than the black voidless ceiling of the palace. You’d imagine the outside wasn’t much better, you genuinely were in Hell.

It could be worse, you kept repeating those words to yourself. Because it really could be worse, you could be dead for one. Jimin could’ve killed you with the flick of his wrist, or so you imagined. You had never seen a demon obviously, and therefore had no idea what type of power they held. But you still imagined it was a lot, for a Prince of Hell no less.

You had passed by several people, all with disarrayed facial features and gruesome boils and abnormalities, their skin ashen and horns appeared from their head, just the sight of their black soulless eyes had you almost hiding behind Jimin. It only took one look from him for them to sudden scurry back to whatever they were doing. Jimin had referred to them as mere servants, often times taking their true form here when they were not present on the surface of the earth.

Regardless you weren’t sure you’d ever feel comfortable walking without Jimin by your side as he seemed completely stress free, and you supposed it made sense, he was their Prince after all.

All had been fine until you arrived at the throne room. It was vacant but massive and the large fire roared in its place didn’t need tending too as if it was a natural fire spout, or so Jimin had called it. The large chandelier hung over head in all it’s grandiose, the large iron throne standing on it’s own without a chair beside it. Glancing towards Jimin you could only wonder where his mother was, or if he even had a mother. How could a demon be born?

You had parted your lips, intending to ask instantly gaining Jimin’s attention. The large doors of the throne room however, were shoved open and in a fiery blaze all of the low lit candles roared and the fireplace near exploded sending you into a yelp as Jimin’s arms quickly wrapped around you, pulling you closer.

Contrary to Jimin the man that stalked in was tall and his own magenta eyes were bright and glaring down with hells fury and his black hair wild and dusting over his wrathful gaze, forcing a whimper down your throat as Jimin quickly squeezed against you reassuringly, his eyes as cold as ice in contrast as they stared back.

“You disgusting fiend, why don’t you take something that isn’t already claimed.” The man hissed out, the fire all around you burning darkly and the room at been lit up and the temperature had risen.

Jimin’s brows pressed together as he glared back, not phased at the man before as he replied, “I don’t remember your claim on Incúrsio’s sacrifices, Greed you have several mates, your cardinal sin is showing.”

You swallowed thickly, shrinking closer to him as fear overrode your body. So this was Greed? The man who’d hunt you down personally if you were to ever return to a normal life on the surface of earth unmated. You watched his jaw clench and it’s line sharp enough to cut, his eyes burning dark as he sneered, “And this one will become my mate just as the rest, you can’t hide her forever Lust.”

Jimin’s jaw clenched to match his brothers, his grip on you tightening as they stared one another down. The realization on why it was so important for you to stay with Jimin now finally hitting. It didn’t matter where you went, your soul belonged to Greed now and even if you could go back to normal life he’d still bring you back.

His glare harshened and his eyes suddenly glowed in color matching his brothers as he hissed out, “You can’t mate what’s already mine. Now go before you do something you’ll later regret.” Greed only gave a growl but you watched the flames in the room die down a little as he snarled, “Mark my words Lust, you’ll regret this.” He snapped around and walked out the doors leaving the room a few degrees cooler but it wasn’t the air that was making your body shake.

Jimin’s glare didn’t leave the door until Greed was out of sight, finally he seemed to register your shakiness as his grip on you loosened, thumbs soothing rubbing against your skin as he sighed, “Do you understand why it’s important for us to remain together now?” He asked with a hushed murmur, gently pressing a kiss into your hair, “If I could take you back to your old life I would, and I can. But it will only be a matter of time before Greed finds you there.”

It was silent for a minute and you hadn’t even realized how tight you were gripping his black buttoned shirt until you watched the blood drain from your knuckles, “Do...do we have too?” You could barely manage a whisper, your lips quivering at the thought as you tried to unclench your fists.

“As long as you remain unmated even staying in my room is a danger. Being mated to Greed isn’t necessarily bad,” Jimin sighed, as if realizing perhaps you did want to be someone else's, “But there’s a lot of strife between all of his mates and you’re guaranteed to never leave the lodge of his harem.”

His hands sat on your waist before he murmured, “I’d never do that to you, never to my mate. We could roam the earth together and see it’s every corner, you’d be free to go as you wish as long you returned to me. We’ve only just met now, but I need a mate Y/n, and you need one as well if you value your freedom at all.”

Your lips were quivering as you swallowed once more, you weren’t sure what this meant. But in terms of both Vampires and Werewolves a mate, was the equivalent to marriage and it sounded close to the same for a demon as well. The idea had your head spinning but just the memory of Greed’s fury ridden gaze had you quivering in fear, he was right.

If you wanted your freedom, you’d just have to trust Jimin’s words. They were so soft, and he had given a lot of promise in his words. Could he really take you back to earth, would you truly see the sun and the sky once more?

“Then we shouldn’t wait any longer.” You finally murmured, your gaze still downcast and your lips still quivering until you felt his hand cup your cheek, his fingers tracing along your jawline as he murmured soothingly, “Demon mating isn’t the same as other earthly creatures, it’s an intense but doesn’t require sexuality as most do.” He had already started leading you down the hall and by the familiarity of everything you could tell he was taking you back to his room.

You didn’t understand his reason for needing a mate but you wouldn’t deny him when he was your only option. You had just met Greed but you could tell you didn’t want to be his mate, he had several others and you’d be locked away for eternity.

This was your only option now.

Opening the door to the dark room Jimin seemed to lose his imperative rush as he gently closed it, letting you go to walk further into the room. Your body was still stiff and you were nervous, he said sexuality wasn’t required but...just how would this mating be performed?

You paused as you wearily glanced at Jimin, he had brought a black candle out of his dresser before turning to you, “Go ahead and sit down, this won’t take too long,” His voice was soothing as if noticing how quiet you had become, your banter being replaced by stiffness at the serious situation.

You’d be permanently bonded to him after this, you knew you had a choice. But this was clearly the better one, and he wasn’t terrible company...atleast not completely.

Shuffling you sat down on the edge of the bed, your hands folded meekly as you watched him set down black candles on the floor, forming a circle around the bed. Honestly, you felt like you were about to be sacrificed in a cult ritual, maybe this wasn’t far off…

Seeing Jimin pull out the silver plated knife with what appeared to be a latin incantation on it you couldn’t help the anxiety that shot through your whole body. Holy shit, you were definitely about to die. Was he gonna turn you into a demon? You had to swallow your anxiety as you fiddled with your fingers.

Seeing such a curved, wicked knife in his hands had you nervous though he wielded it so delicately, with a snap of his fingers the candles around the bed suddenly flickered with light, the light however matched the candles with a pure black flame that gave the room an odd silvery glow, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you,” Jimin offered a tiny smile as he kneeled down in front of you, knife still in hand as he continued, “I just need to put a nick in your body so I can place a blood sigal. It’ll just feel like a little pinch.”

“Wh...where are you gonna place it.” You curled slightly in weariness as you kept your gaze steadily on the silver blade that gleamed so beautifully under the lights. You had heard about both vampire and werewolf mating and it all had to do with biting, you supposed it made sense that demon’s would be different but still.

“Anywhere you’d like,” Jimin replied steadily, “Typically most go for the neck as it’s the most common mating mark, but it’s not necessary.” You watched the way his long slim fingers grazed against the edge of the blade, careful to not apply too much pressure or else he’d cut himself.

You swallowed thickly, your fingers unconsciously grazing over your neck before you shook your head. You always had a fear of possibly being drank dry by a vampire, even if you had never knew one well enough before, anything around your neck made you too squeamish.

Hesitantly you held your wrist, feeling a little more comfortable if you’d be able to watch the process take place, “Would my wrist work…?” Your lips quivered slightly and your shoulders sunk as you let your eyes flick away from his gaze.

He took hold of your wrist delicately, stroking over the skin covering your artiary as he nodded, “Perfect,” kneeling down he let the knife graze over your skin, the chill of the metal causing goosebumps to form over your skin as your breath hitched slightly before giving a small whimper at the nick skillfully cut to avoid your artiary. Setting the knife down on the bed Jimin clasped your wrist delicately before glancing up at you, “Just relax, mating is an intense practice but will be easier if you trust me. Okay?” His thumbs gently rubbed against your skin soothingly as you swallowed back another whimper before nodding.

Letting his eyes flutter shut Jimin placed his tongue over the cut, gently lapping up the blood before a bright glow casted over his eyes just as it did earlier when he spoke to his brother, his eyes flicked from you back down at your skin before you yelped, his tongue suddenly burning like fire on your skin as you tried to pull away.

Jimin kept your arm locked in place as he kept his tongue still, tears were beginning to gloss in your eyes and your vision was beginning to spot and darken as your senses became overwhelmed, fire licking at your skin as it felt like it was being melted, “Ow! It-It hurts!” You cried out weakly, the faint smell of ash and cedar filling your scent until you could smell nothing but those two notes.

Jimin said nothing, letting his tongue move gently over the mark, this thumbs rubbing against your skin soothingly as your breathing had become shallow, your vision of the room nearly dark and you couldn’t tell if you were crying anymore, every breath you took was the woody and light, yet smoky smell of cedar and your lungs choked with the burnt smell of ash.

Your senses were beginning to numb and the burn of his tongue was beginning to subside as your body weakly collapsed onto its side as Jimin closed his eyes. Your vision was beginning to go in phases and faintly the glow of his eyes had become red balls of light and you could feel your body beginning to overheat.

An odd wet pool beginning to set between your legs and your hair was beginning to stick to your neck as you let out a soft whine, your body becoming hypersensitive to every lick of his tongue against the soft skin of your wrist.

Opening his eyes he pulled away from your wrist, only letting go of you for a second before a loud whine suddenly escaped your lips, the sudden need for him to be close to taking over your body as you choked out a whimper, “Shhh,” Jimin murmured, gently sitting up on the bed as he pulled you into his chest, “The after effects are what make the process so intense, you take on the demons cardinal sin so it’s going to be a long few hours.”

Your body was burning up and you were rubbing your thighs together, uncomfortable at the stickiness between your legs as he soothingly stroked through your hair.

You couldn’t focus on the soothing gesture though when you sat in his lap, his thick muscular thighs bulging against his thin pants that had arousal soaking through your panties as you let out a breathy whine, “J..Jimin…” You could hardly stay still and your mind was groggy, then encased in his smell and focus was hazy with only one line thought in mind, “Pl-Please…”

“Shhh, that’s just the lust talking. I’m not going to do anything you’ll later regret,” You nearly cried at his gentle words, your body’s need becoming near unbearable, “We’ve become mated without becoming properly acquainted with one another, we have the rest of eternity Y/n.” Those were the words that made soft tears stream down your face as you shifted in his lap to straddle him.

Just the slightest graze of his pants making you jump with a breathy moan, “Please, you- you can’t just do this to me and then make me suffer.” Your hips instantly grinded down over his thigh, your gorged, hypersensitive clit dragging against the material as you moaned once more, pressing your face into his neck almost too overwhelmed by the sensation.

Jimin sighed, his grip on your tightening as if restraining himself before he replied, “You’re so stubborn.” His hands sat on your waist making you jump as you whined, grinding your hips harder on his thigh, a big wet mark forming over his pants as your slick arousal slipped off your folds, an insatiable desire forming in your body.

Noticing he hadn’t stop you your hips quickly beginning ride against his pants with little stifled whines and moans, your fingers tangling in his hair as your clit pressed down, rubbing into the soft fabric as your breath hitched, your body building it’s release at a fast pace that made your head dizzy and vision begin spotting again.

“Are you going to cum so soon?” Jimin murmured against your ear, his voice like honey but darkened a tone making you whine with a nod, his thigh suddenly bouncing against your soaked folds, rubbing into your little nub as you cried out, your release suddenly washing over your body as you cried softly, the wetness of your tears dripping into the crook of his neck as he soothingly rubbed your back, “Is it not enough darling?”

You rapidly shook your head, your hips already wanting to ride against his thigh once more as your hormones spiked once more your body nearly burning in pain at the need for your next release. Jimin suddenly picked you up making you cry out as you struggled to get out of his grip and back on his body as he gave a soft laugh, “Shhh don’t worry darling, I’ll help you just be patient.”

Your mind was hazy at the idea and you were still kicking about as you whined, “You! You made me like this- please!” Your impatience getting the better of you as Jimin sat you down on the bed unbuttoning his shirt, “Undress.” You didn’t need to be told twice as you fumbled with your dress, pulling it over your head and pushing down your panties.

Jimin had let his shirt fall from his shoulders as he rounded the bed, pulling his pants off nearly made your mouth water at the sight of his girthy length.

You had never seen anything so big, his bulbous head was a pretty pink and precum was beading from it’s slit, the slight curve of his cock had your body clenching around nothing as he sat against the headboard, ignoring his massive swollen cock that rested against his chiseled abdomen, hair messy and looking like pure sin, finally with a smirk and glowing eyes he commanded, “Come on little girl, you asked for this.”

Arousal was sliding down your thighs and your body was burning with need as you quickly crawled over, straddling him once more as he caught your hips, “You wanted my thigh that’s what you’ll get.” His eyes were dark and left no room for debate as you whined, settling against the warm skin of his thigh, your wetness dripping down against him as he let a crooked smirk pull on his lips, “You’re making such a big mess on my thigh doesn’t that little clit need relief?” He cooed out making your hips instantly buck against is thigh, your sticky wet pussy parting against his skin as your nub rubbed down making you moan.

Your body already hypersensitive but your mind was clouded by insatiable pleasure as you continued rocking your hips into his thigh. Jimin’s eyes stayed on your body as he licked his plump lips, finally he grabbed his fat cock as he began to stroke it making you whine, “Mmh! Please! Let me ride it! Please- please Jimin- please!” He said nothing in return but the sadistic smirk twisted on his lips, enjoying you suffer as you continued riding his thigh.

Your gorged, sensitive clit continuously rubbing in just the right spot that had your body stiffening and your words babbled and moaned as your next orgasm quickly spiked through your whole body, your hips tremored and a whine escaped your lips as Jimin kept a steady pace on his cock.

As soon as the euphoric feeling passed your body you were already wanting another, your body burning harshly and fresh arousal dripping from your folds and your inner thighs nearly coated, your cheeks were red in embarrassment as Jimin laughed at the sight, letting go of his members before grabbing your thighs. Forcing your back to hit the bed as he pulled your thighs over his shoulders, “So needy, you really are the mate of Lust huh.” His eyes were so pretty, glowing in the dark of the room in that intense color of magenta, his tongue dragged against your thigh, licking up your arousal as you whined, hips quickly lifting towards him as he forced them in place.

His tongue was hot and his own wetness mixed with yours as he sucked up all of the stray arousal on your thighs, licking his lips as he glanced down at you, his face truly that of angel with such a wicked smirk on his lips, you felt like nothing but prey under his gaze, your eyes lidded and timid as you shifted against his shoulders, “Watch.” Jimin commanded as he let his tongue place at the entrance between your slit making you cry out at the odd sensation, his tongue swirling and delicately pressing against your little hole teasing it as you obediently watched.

Your face burning brighter with each moment as he held your gaze so confidently, his tongue dragging up your wet folds before swiping across your sensitive clit making you throw your head back with another small whine. His hands suddenly gripped your ass tightly as he growled, “I said watch, don’t disobey me.” Whimpering you glanced back up, your cheeks on fire as he ate you alive, tongue lapping up your clit as you left out a breathy moan, trying to keep yourself from collapsing your head back against the bed, “Mmm! Feels so good- please! Please Jimin-”

Your hips rocked against his tongue that he stretched past his lips, letting your hips take over as his tongue flattened over your hypersensitive nub, crying out at the pain of your sensitivity, pleasure continued to wave through your body as you let out another moan.

With one more flick against your sweet spot your toes curled at the orgasm washing through your body, letting out a sob at the pain that washed with it, your head becoming dizzy from the pleasure but Jimin ignored your whimper as he coated his fingers along your folds, “Such a pretty girl,” You whined, squeezing your thighs as you watched his middle finger push inside you.

You had been told a first time was painful and yet you could hardly even feel his finger slide inside as he pushed another snug in your walls, “So wet for me, I could just fit my whole cock in this little hole without any preparation couldn’t I?” The effects of his cardinal sin over your body could probably let him do it with zero trouble, your walls clenched immediately at the thought, squeezing around his fingers making him chuckle, “Lust looks so good on you darling.”

Jimin pushed a third finger inside you before he began to drag them into the spongy little spot that had you crying out, head finally dropping against the bed and your back arching as your body rapidly clenched around him, “F-fuck please! Please!” Your legs were shaking and you weren’t sure if your pleas were for him to stop or to keep going, your body was demanding another fill of pleasure though as your hips obediently rocked in sync with the fingers he pumped into you with such ease.

“My little mate, so needy.” Jimin let his tongue flatten back over your clit making you let out a near scream at the electric shock of pleasure he provided, fingers nearly digging into your g-spot as your little walls rapidly clenched and relaxed around him, his tongue dripping spit mixing with your wetness as he lapped over your abused clit.

The lewd sounds spilled throughout the whole room, your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as the loud relieved moan escaped your lips, a loud squelch of your body clenching roughly around him fingers as the next orgasm washed over your body.

Your hips nearly spazzed as he kept going, your thighs shaking like leaves as he ruthlessly glanced down at you, tongue still rubbing over your clit making tears fall down your face as you cried, the pleasure your body craved so intensely nearly overwhelming you. You were unable to do anything but take what was being given to you as he took your little clit into his mouth, his fingers slowing down as they pumped inside of you, lewd squelching sounding through the room with every thrust of his fingers inside you.

Your voice was rasped but moans wouldn’t stop flooding your lips as the raw feeling of your gorged nub being ate alive and Jimin continuously prodded his fingers against the soft spongy spot against your walls enough to bring fresh tears to your eyes, “Go on, cum again I know you want too.” Jimin instantly attached his lips back to your clit as you cried out the orgasm that had quickly built up obediently released on his command as you sobbed gently your body still hot and aroused as he pulled his fingers out of you, delicately setting your thighs back down.

Your lower body was completely shaking and yet fresh arousal was already beginning to slide down your legs against the bed making you choke out a quiet sob, you were so aroused and yet unsure if your body could even handle anymore. Jimin gently shushed you as he wiped your tears away, “It’ll be over soon darling, do you need my cock?” You couldn’t even form a proper sentence as you nodded, he cooed once more wiping your tears before pressing a kiss against your forehead, “It’s okay my love, I’ll take good care of you.”

Your hips ached dully as he spread your thighs, the cool air of the room hitting your wet slick folds once more as you let out a breathy whimper, the intense hormones washing over you again as Jimin grabbed ahold of his cock pumping it slowly before letting it’s curve fit against your folds, dragging over your clit as he coated himself in your wetness.

Bucking your hips you let out a raspy moan as repeated the motion again, letting his fat girth drag over your gorged bud once more, “You like that sweetheart?” Jimin purred out, his own eyes lidded with pleasure as he dragged his length back down your folds, grabbing ahold of his bulbous head as he circled it over your clit making you mew out as your back arched, “Please! Please Jimin!” You whined making him lick his lips as he guided his head to your entrance.

Carefully he pushed his head in making you tense up for a moment, the horrid first time you had always heard about wasn’t anything you had anticipated. Your cunt was practically split open by his large head and yet all you felt was a mild discomfort, wetness dripping from your stretched hole as he stroked your hips, “Does it hurt?”

“N-no,” You shook your head with a rasp, needily bucking your hips to get him to push further in, “Just- uncomfortable, a little weird?” You fumbled with your words, your cheeks bright red but he only laughed, for a breath moment he looked endeared at his new mates innocence.

Slowly he eased his cock inside you making you both string out moans, pausing as he let his whole cock sit and stretch inside you, your warm velvety walls tight around him as he purred, lips pressing into your neck, “You feel so good sweetheart, so tight and pure just for me to taint.”

Letting out a small whimper your walls clenched around him, legs quickly wrapping around his waist and his words ignited your horniness once more as you tried to bounce your hips against his, “Don’t tease me! Jimin please start moving…!” You whimpered, cheeks becoming hot again and your body craving another release despite it’s hypersensitivity.

On command Jimin quickly began thrusting, his cock stretching your small walls perfectly, shaft rubbing into that soft spot that had you moaning, back arching and eyes fluttering shut, “You’re just too easy to tease though darling,” He leaned down, hips rolling fluidly and the wet sounds your body made filled the room as he dragged his tongue over your neck, “God you feel so good around my cock.”

Feeling his fingers drag down your body back to your clit forced a cry from your lips, walls clenching around him causing a loud embarrassing wet squelch that had him moaning.

Pleasure was thrumming through your body once more as you breathed out cracked moans, his cock throbbing inside you, hitting into your g-spot with every stroke, fingers deftly rubbing over your swollen abused bud as your body twisted and withered, moaning with a cry as you felt your eyes water up, “One more time kitten,” Jimin nipped at your neck encouragingly, “I know you can do it.”

It was all you needed before you let out a loud cry, moaning with it as your body became wrecked with pleasure, you could barely even notice Jimin throwing his head back with a moan at the way your walls tightened around him, eyes burning magenta as he let his cock cream deep inside you, his release nestling inside you and with it the burning of your body began to cool down, suddenly whimpering at the slightest of touch against your skin.

Jimin pulled him softening members from you as he peppered your neck in kisses, “You did so well darling.”

With each little kiss came a stifled whine from you, the full effect of how sensitive your body was beginning to wash over you, Jimin had fully drained the life force from your body and you hadn’t realized how tired you had become until your eyes closed, letting your consciousness take you at the sound of the praise Jimin gave.

Your body was in pain, your hips were stiff even just laying down and the ache between your legs had you wincing as soon as you opened your eyes, you were without a doubt sore from what had taken place. Your face felt hot at the memory and your mind was throbbing in a dull headache as you groaned, shifting a little at the feeling of the warm body tucked against you.

It was then that you noticed the hand that was stroking your hair with a delicate hum, shifting slightly you winced once more before glancing up at Jimin’s wrecked appearance, his neatly styled hair had been wild and ridden with oil, still just as naked as you were though he didn’t appear to care, “Are you okay?” He gave a small smile, tenderly let his hand run down your back as rested your head back against his chest, listening to quiet beat of his heart, “A demons mating ritual can be very taxing for humans.”

“Everything hurts,” You answered dully, making him give a small laugh, hand still comfortingly running down your body. You couldn’t help but wonder as silence took over the room, why did he need a mate? Remembering his words when you first woke up in this bed made you shifted a little before softly speaking up, “Jimin.”

“Hm?” He hummed out, releasing you from his hold as you struggled to sit up, glancing down at his laid out figure as he raised his brows.

You fidgetted a little, feeling an air of self consciousness you didn’t have before under his cardinal sin at the feeling of your nipples perked, crossing your arms shyly to hide yourself you looked away, “Why did you need a mate?”

It was a valid question you had never thought of until this moment, but since you had met, Jimin made it clear this wasn’t out of pity for you or for some sort of twisted goal, he simply needed a mate though you had never asked and he never offered.

Jimin shifted slightly before sitting up as well, letting his back rest against the headboard as he sighed, running a hand through his hair as he answered, “If a demon isn’t mated before their thousand year mark their cardinal sin becomes amplified to the point of no return. I’d be like a starved incubai for the rest of my life, never sated and constantly rutting into someone or something. It could be worse but my time was running out, I have too many important responsibilities both in Hell and on the surface to let my cardinal sin run me. It just worked out that you were in need of a mate as well.”

It became quiet once more as you shifted against the soft mattress, you supposed it made sense, becoming unsated for the rest of your life did sound miserable and with the way he put it, it sounded as if he’d constantly be in a rut, even if this was an unlikely duo.

You’d make it work, Jimin wasn’t bad company and at the very least you could’ve ended up locked away in Hell for eternity mated to Greed or worse, you could be dead.

Jimin reached out, letting his hand brushed the hair over your shoulder, his touch warm and soft making you shudder slightly at the cold nip of the room, unable to resist you could feel a warm bond in your chest tightening as you felt the urge to coil in closer, “For what it’s worth, I think you’re a lovely mate.” Jimin teases lightly, making your cheeks dust pink as he tugged against your arm.

Without any protest you scooted closer to him, allowing his arms to wrap around you as he set his chin again your shoulder.

You felt weird at this new sensation, aware that it was your mating bond but still odd nonetheless on how innate being close to him at suddenly became, “I don’t have a problem with your reasoning, mine wasn’t any better,” You replied dryly before shrugging a little, ignoring the ache that continued to remind you of the event that had taken place earlier, “I was just curious why it was necessary for you.”

Jimin pressed a kiss into your hair, the odd light bond in your chest thrumming happily as you curled into him closer, “Well you have an answer, I just wish we could’ve had more time to properly form a bond before hand and I could explain what would take place. I’m sure taking on my cardinal sin wasn’t pleasant.”

He soothingly let his hand run down to your thigh, the pads of his fingers brushing over the skin delicately, “But at least down we can properly become acquainted without any looming threats, we can even visit your family on the surface as soon as you can properly walk.”

You slapped his arm making him chuckle as you glared down at the mattress, your gaze however softened after a moment and your chest stirred as you sighed, “That would be nice…I’m sure my guardian would love to host for a demon.”

Jimin seemed to notice the way you attempted to keep your voice level and upbeat as he let his hand run back up to your hair, petting against your hair before murmuring the question you had been expecting, “Guardian? Has your family passed on?”

“I don’t know.” You murmured with a sigh, the room had become quiet once more and Jimin was patiently waiting for you to continue, it wasn’t a pleasant memory by any means but your bond was almost making you feel obligated to go ahead and share it.

“I was young when it happened,” You explained while leaning against his chest, his chin resting on top of your head down before you felt a soft peck against your hair once more, “I don’t even remember much of any of it anymore. But…” You paused for a moment, pressing your brows together, “We were in a carriage and it had come to an abrupt stop, I don’t remember what my father had said but the next thing I knew the door had opened and I was the first to be pulled out.”

The memory was vague and brought you nothing but grief your whole life ripped away from you in just mere seconds, Jimin soothingly curled his arms around you listening patiently, “They were like a cult, black robes and faces hidden behind hoods, one had some sort of dagger in his hands, I thought he was gonna kill me but they ended up throwing me off to the side. I had to have bruised or broken something because it hurt to breathe and I could hardly stand.”

Sighing you let your fingers trace a pattern against his warm skin before you gave a small shrug, “And then they took them, my parents, kicking and screaming trying to fight. My sister was left in the carriage, she was just a newborn at the time and I tried going back to her, but…” you could feel guilt fester in your stomach as you sighed, “I ended up passing out and next thing I knew I woke up at my guardians house, she had been out along the rode searching for what herbs hadn’t withered from the cold when she found me. We went back just along the road outside of Incúrsio where our carriage was to find her but we were too late,”

You sighed, guilt would be useless now but still even as a small child you couldn’t help but take on that burden, she was your younger sister and you couldn’t even remember her name anymore, “She was gone, I don’t know if they came back for her, or if something…” You shuddered at the thought making Jimin give you a little squeeze.

“Perhaps she’s still out there, your parents could be alive as well.” Jimin offered softly, his thumbs rubbing into your skin soothingly, a mates touch relaxing you unlike you had ever known despite not even truly knowing the man that held you, “In fact, Incúrsio is right along one of the largest trading routes, I’m sure someone found her.”

You heart felt a little more at ease at the idea of your sister out there somewhere, perhaps living a more normal life then you, maybe she was living in the luxury she deserved, you could only pray she was, “I just hope she’s happy, wherever she is.”

Laughing softly Jimin pressed a kiss against your neck, “Well I’m sure she is, and the same could be said for you as well. Maybe we can find her in the future, we only have the rest of eternity together.”

You couldn’t help the smile that curled on your lips as your nose wrinkled at his words, pulling away as you raised your brows, “I can’t believe I really agreed to something so...indefinite.”

Snorting his own laugh Jimin let the smile quirk on his lips as he replied, “But you’ll come to love me anyways, I’m absolutely confident.” He sent you a wink making you roll your eyes, the bond between you both once more thrumming happily.

Perhaps he was right, maybe, just maybe, you would come to love him, regardless of what may come you doubt you’d ever admit it to him, even for the rest of eternity you refused to give him the satisfaction.

“We’ll see Lust, we’ll see.” You clacked your tongue, both smiling at each other and though mating was always done out of love but he sure did make one hell of a great friend too.

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Survival Mode.

In ten recent coming-of-age films, Ella Kemp finds the genre thriving—and looking very different than the 1980s might have predicted. Film directors and Letterboxd members weigh in on the specific satisfactions of the genre, especially in a pandemic.

There have been jokes, some more serious than others, about the art that will come out of this time. How many novels about a fast-spreading disease are you betting on? Will Covid-19 be better suited to documentary or fiction? But the art I’m most looking forward to, and revisiting now, is the art made about teenagers going through it.

Physical school attendance, so central to the John Hughes movies of the 1980s, is up in the air for so many. Sports practice, theater clubs, mall hang-outs; the familiar neighborhood beats of a teenager’s life are more confined than ever. All of us have had to tweak our reality to make the best of invasive changes forced upon us during the pandemic. In a sense, it feels like we are all coming of age.

Teenagehood, though, is a particularly tricky time of transition, and we don’t yet know the half of how the pandemic is going to impact today’s young adults—and, by association, tomorrow’s coming-of-age films. But in the last two years alone there have been enough brave new entries in the genre, about young people so enlivening, that there’s both plenty for young film lovers to lose themselves in, and plenty for us slightly older folks to watch and learn from.

So I sought out ten recent coming-of-age films (and several of the directors responsible) to see what these stories teach us about teenagers, and how we might empathize with them. The list—Jezebel, Beats, Zombi Child, Blinded by the Light, Selah and the Spades, The Half of It, Dating Amber, Babyteeth, House of Hummingbird and We Are Little Zombies—is by no means exhaustive. But it allows us to look at several things.

Firstly, that the genre is thriving, considering these titles barely scratch the surface. Secondly, these ten films look a whole lot different than their 1980s counterparts. Six are directed by women. Four tell queer stories or, at least, feature queer characters in a prominent subplot. Seven tell stories about Black people, Asian people, Pakistani people. Only three are from the US.

And: they’re really good. They understand teenagers as angry, energetic, passionate, confused, desperate and deeply intelligent beings, echoing the nuances that we know to be true in real life, but that can often get watered down on the screen.

Blinded by the Light (co-written and directed by Gurinder Chadha) We Are Little Zombies (written and directed by Makoto Nagahisa) Beats (co-written and directed by Brian Welsh)

The protagonists in these first three films use music to feel their way through panic, brought on by both internal and external circumstances. Screaming another’s lyrics, furiously composing their own anthems, dancing along and sweating out their fear to the beat, the ongoing beat, and nothing more. It’s salvation, it’s release—when you’re left with your own thoughts, the only way to fight through them is to drown them out.

Music acts as a source of enlightenment in Blinded by the Light, directed by Gurinder Chadha (who made 2002’s coming-of-age sports banger Bend it Like Beckham). In Thatcher’s Britain, Pakistani-English Muslim high schooler Javed discovers the music of Bruce Springsteen, and his world bursts wide open. The wisdom and fire of the Boss helps Javed to make sense of his own frustrations; that the film is based on a real journalist’s autobiography makes it all the more potent.

Meanwhile, in Beats, a real-life law enacted in Scotland in the 1990s temporarily banned raves: specifically, the gathering of people around music “wholly or predominantly characterized by the emission of a succession of repetitive beats”. As the UK struggles to contain a youthful, exuberant new counter-culture, the central characters face what it means to enter adulthood. The answer to both: a forbidden rave.

“I have to say, there’s probably no such thing as teenagers without complicated emotions,” We Are Little Zombies writer-director Makoto Nagahisa tells me. The Japanese filmmaker—who loves the genre, known as ‘Seishun eiga’ in Japan—wrestles with the frustration and hopelessness of the world by giving his film’s four orphaned teens the tools, and the permission, to find solace in something other than their everyday life. Following the deaths of their parents, the quartet create their own catchy, cathartic, truth-bomb music; it’s an instant hit with kids across Japan, but the adults miss the point, of course—that the cacophony of superstardom is filling the silence of their mourning.

Nagahisa-san’s film is named after a fictional 8-bit Nintendo Game Boy game that the main character is addicted to. “I used to get through my day relatively painlessly by pretending I was a video game character whenever bad shit happened to me,” he explains. Teenagers “are constantly feeling crushed by reality right now… I want them to know that this is a valid way to escape reality. That reality is just a ‘game’. I want them to know they don’t need to face tragedies, they can just survive. That’s the most important thing!” Who else needed to hear that right now?

Jezebel (written and directed by Numa Perrier) Zombi Child (written and directed by Bertrand Bonello) Selah and the Spades (written and directed by Tayarisha Poe) House of Hummingbird (written and directed by Kim Bo-ra)

Our next four films turn to technology, mythology, hierarchy and education to animate their protagonists’ lives with a greater purpose. In Jezebel, nineteen-year-old Tiffany finds her way through mourning with a new job, earning money as a cam girl and subsequently developing a bond with one of her clients. There’s a magnetic aura, one that harnesses grief and turns it into something more corrosive as this teen puts all her energy into it. Similarly there’s mysticism in the air in Zombi Child, in which Haitian voodoo gives a bored, heartbroken teenage girl a new purpose as she searches for a way to connect with the one she lost—and with herself.

Selah and the Spades and House of Hummingbird understand the third-party saviour as more of a structure, that of a school or an inspiring teacher. Selah finds herself by doing business selling recreational drugs to her classmates in a faction-led boarding school. Nothing mends a sense of aimlessness like power. This same framework lets Hummingbird’s Eun-hee, a schoolgirl in mid-90s South Korea whose abusive family invest their academic focus in her useless brother, search for love and find connection in her school books—and from the person who’s asking her to read them.

The films on this list are not perfect; some might be criticized for specifically following a formula, the tropes of the coming-of-age film, a little too well. Jezebel lets its protagonist rise and fall with familiarity, while Selah suffers the consequences of her extreme actions, and even Eun-hee reckons with a few recognizable pitfalls. But still, the fact that these films exist is “innately radical”, says Irish writer-director David Freyne, whose queer Irish comedy Dating Amber is covered below. The filmmaker describes the coming-of-age genre as mainstream, but in the best possible sense: “It’s a broadly appealing film,” he says.

This is why, to see these stories reframed with minority voices, with queer voices, is so quietly revolutionary. “The more you see them, the more broadly we see them being enjoyed—the more producers and financiers will realize these stories don’t have to be niche just because they happen to frame a minority voice. Everyone can enjoy it.”

Film journalist and Letterboxd member Iana Murray, a coming-of-age genre fan, echoes Freyne’s thoughts. “Representation is absolutely not the be-all end-all, but I’d love to see more coming-of-age films that reflect my experiences growing up as a woman of color,” she says, before introducing what I’d like to call the Rashomon Effect. “I see it as like one of those films that tell the same events from different perspectives, something like Rashomon or Right Now, Wrong Then,” she explains. “A story becomes even more vibrant when told through a different set of eyes, and that’s what happens when you allow women, people of color, and LGBT people to create coming-of-age narratives.”

Dating Amber (written and directed by David Freyne) The Half of It (written and directed by Alice Wu) Babyteeth (directed by Shannon Murphy, written by Rita Kalnejais)

Which brings us on nicely to our last three: wildly different titles, each with young protagonists at war with themselves, trying to make sense of their bodies and minds as best they can. In this context, companionship is everything. Finding a platonic soulmate in Dating Amber, a sexual awakening in The Half of It, a first love to make a short life worth living in Babyteeth. Each film is directed with a verve and passion that you know must be personal.

The story of a frustrated boy in the closet in Dating Amber aches with care from Freyne behind the camera, while Alice Wu directs Ellie Chu, the main character in The Half Of It, with patience and the kind of encouragement that quiet girls who live a life between two cultures are rarely given. And with Babyteeth, Shannon Murphy returns Australian cinema firmly to the center of the movie map, with a quintessentially Australian optimism and sense of humor, which Ben Mendelsohn called “delightfully bent”.

These perspectives are specific to each teen, but the intensity transcends genres and borders. It manifests musically, verbally, visually, aesthetically. These teens connect with their favorite music and means of entertainment, but also simply to their favorite clothes and accessories—blue bikinis and green wigs, red neck-scarves and floaty white dresses. These details give the characters ways to reinvent themselves while standing still, which certainly feels apt for a life lived, for now, at home.

‘Pretty in Pink’ (1986), written by John Hughes and directed by Howard Deutch.

Many argue that the coming-of-age genre peaked with John Hughes, who defined the framework in iconic 1980s films that have his stamp all over them, whether he wrote (Pretty in Pink, Some Kind of Wonderful) or also directed them (The Breakfast Club, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Sixteen Candles). Hughes’ world view was of a specifically suburban, white, American corner of the world, which he filled with misfits and ultra-hip soundtracks. “John Hughes was to the genre what The Beatles are to rock and roll,” confirms Letterboxd member Brad, maintainer of the essential coming-of-age movie list Teenage Wasteland.

After Hughes, the genre tumbled, Dazed and Confused, into the 1990s—notable voices include John Singleton with his seminal Boyz n the Hood, and Gus Van Sant’s My Own Private Idaho and Good Will Hunting. This was also the decade of Clueless, which informed the bright, female-forward fare of the 2000s, like Mean Girls, The Princess Diaries and the aforementioned Bend it Like Beckham. The last decade has seen new American storytellers step into Hughes’ shoes, including Greta Gerwig (Lady Bird and Little Women), Olivia Wilde and the writers of Booksmart, and the autobiographical voices of Jonah Hill (mid90s) and Shia LaBeouf (Honey Boy, directed by Alma Har’el).

It’s interesting to note—whether it’s the 1860s or the 1980s—that many coming-of-agers from the past decade take place in an earlier period setting. Social media has demanded the upheaval of entire lives, but it seems some filmmakers aren’t yet ready to grapple with its place on screen.

The audience, on the other hand, is far more adaptable. The way we’re watching coming-of-age films has shifted, and it’s more appropriate for the genre than we could have imagined. On the last day of shooting Dating Amber, Freyne recalls one of the young actors asking, “So, is this going to be on Netflix or something?” This is when cinemas were still open.

“That’s often how younger people are devouring content now,” Freyne reasons. His film, in the end, was snapped up by Amazon (a US release date is yet to be announced). “It’s creating a communal experience with the intersection of social media: live streams, fan art, daily messages… It’s made us feel incredibly connected, moreso than I think we would have got with a cinematic release.”

Streaming platforms also cater to one key habit of a younger film lover: the rewatch. The iconic teen films of the 80s embedded their reputations thanks to the eternal allure of the Friday night video store ritual, and constant television replays. These days, it’s only with a film finding a home on Netflix, on Amazon or on Hulu, that a younger person (or, in times of global crisis, any person) can both financially and logistically afford to devote themselves to watching, again and again, these people onscreen that they’ve immediately and irrevocably found a connection with.

It’s always felt hard to be satisfied with just one viewing of a perfect coming-of-age film—observe how many times Iana Murray has logged Call Me By Your Name. What is it about the slippery, universal allure of the genre? It’s possibly as simple as the feeling of being seen in the fog of intergenerational confusion. Says Nagahisa-san: “Grown-ups think of teenagers like zombies. Teenagers think of grown-ups like zombies. We’re never able to understand what others are feeling inside.”

“The reaction is always emotive rather than intellectual,” adds Freyne. “There’s something quite visceral and instinctive about coming-of-age films; it’s an emotional experience rather than an analytical one.” That emotional experience is tied up in the fact that we often experience coming-of-age movies just as we ourselves are coming of age, establishing an unbreakable connection between a film and a specific period in our lives. MovieMaestro Brad explains it best: “There is a bit of nostalgia in a lot of these films that take me back to my younger days, when life was simple.”

But that’s not to say only those coming of age can appreciate a coming-of-age film. On her favorite coming-of-age film, Mike Mills’ 20th Century Women, Murray explains, “It doesn’t see coming-of-age as exclusive to teenagers, because that process of growth is really about transition and change.” (In a similar vein, Kris Rey’s new comedy I Used to Go Here, in select theaters and on demand August 7, meets Kate Conklin, played by Gillian Jacobs, in a sort of quarter-life-crisis, needing to grow down a bit in order to grow up.)

Natalia Dyer in ‘Yes, God, Yes’ (2019), directed by Karen Maine.

There is endless praise, conflict and wonder to be found in the ten films mentioned above—and all the ones we haven’t even gone near (Karen Maine’s orgasmic religious comedy Yes, God, Yes, now available on demand in the US, deserves an honorary mention, as does Get Duked!, Ninian Doff’s upcoming stoner romp in the Scottish Highlands). The thing about this genre is it’s raw, it’s alive, and it’s always in transition. Just when you might think it’s gone out of fashion, it emerges in a new and fascinating form. And yet, there are still so many filmmakers who haven’t tackled the genre. I asked my interviewees who they’d like to see take on a story of teens in transition.

“I’d love to see Tarantino’s take on a coming-of-age tale,” says master of the genre himself, MovieMaestro/Brad. Murray gives her vote to Lulu Wang, saying, “I love the specificity she brought to The Farewell, I think it would transfer well to a genre that needs to escape clichés.” Freyne, meanwhile, wants to see if Ari Aster might have another story about young people in him. Maybe something a bit less lethal next time.

Ultimately, “you write from empathy, not from experience,” says Freyne. I think the same goes for watching, too. It won’t be tomorrow, and it might not be this year, but eventually, the world will emerge from Covid-19. What will we have learned from the films that we watched while we were waiting? From the sadness, the angst, the determination, the rage and the passion?

Nagahisa-san already knows, and his advice is everything we need right now: “You don’t need others’ approval of who you are, as long as you understand and approve of yourself. Do whatever pops up in your mind. Live your life without fear or despair. Just survive.”

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Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Shu Sakamaki (Story 03)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! I’m an amateur translator, but I hope you do enjoy it anyway!♡

Place: Scarlet Mansion — living room

Yui: (Several days passed since I came here. Until now, I haven‘t been in the situation where someone started fighting)

(But, no one ever refused to kill someone because he wants to become king .... It's no wonder if anything happens)

(... Under such circumstances, Reiji-san’s going to gather everyone. Are we going to start a fight or something?)

Reiji: Seems like everyone‘s gathered. Let’s start the discussion then.

A few days passed since we got Eve. For now, it hasn’t been clear how to become the king.

You, aren't your memories supposed to come back soon?

Yui: Ah! Y-Yes...

(I can't remember anything about that, but if I'd say my memories are back, Reiji-san would want answers)

Shu: ...

Reiji: As you can see, we still need some time to find a way to become the king. But on the other hand —

Now that Eve is in our hand, we’re in a situation where it’s most likely to be targeted by others.

Yuma: Whenever we’re going to do anything, I’ll be totally prepared for it.

Reiji: Yes, there’s a chance for Yuma and Kino to go for a reconnaissance around the houses.

Yui: (... ! Reconnaissance... )

Kino: Eh, why are we going alone?

Reiji: I and Shu, will wait in the house for the enemies raid.

Shu: I had no intention of going for a reconnaissance even though I was told to anyway.

Kino: Hm, I'm being used by my brothers because I'm the youngest.

Reiji: Please refrain from that, Kino. As the eldest son, you’re saying that my orders aren’t absolute?

Kino: Fine Fine, I get it. I‘ll do it.

Reiji: Then this is the end of the story. I wish each of you, good luck in this.

Yuma: Leave it to me. I’ll try to gather as much as information as possible.

Kino: It’s easy to say that, but isn’t it hard to go on a reconnaissance? Well whatever, I'm going to the family from Ruki, so Yuma can visit Carla‘s family.

Yuma: What? We don‘t need to work separately!

Kino: That‘s totally fine for me. Well then, let‘s go.

Yuma: Tch, I‘m on my way.

Shu: Since this boring talk ended, I‘ll go to bed.

Reiji: If you return to your room, please go together with Eve. Didn‘t you do that yesterday already?

Yui: (... ngh, he really knew I spent the night in Shu-san's room)

Reiji: It isn’t something that must be praised, I think it's not bad to always be by her side for escorts.

But, be aware of your own. Does that sound good?

Shu: Noisy...

*Shu leaves*

Reiji: You really can‘t act your age. Come back, Shu!

Geez... You should keep up with this man right away!

Yui: Y-Yes! Understood… !

*Reiji leaves*

Yui: (Reconnaissance to other houses... If everyone seems to be preparing to fight —)

(Your brothers will have to fight each other)

(But... how can I stop them?)

Place: Scarlet mansion — Shu's bedroom

Yui: Excuse me, Shu-san.

Shu: ... I can‘t remember that I allowed you to enter.

Yui: I'm sorry. But if you can't watch me, Reiji-san will get angry.

Shu: I see, never mind then.

Yui: (At the end, I was allowed to sit in Shu-san‘s room)

(In this situation, even if I can only rely on Shu-san, even if you’ve lost your true memories)

Shu: ...

Yui: (Shu-san, he‘s not interested in me at all even if I'm in his room)

(I need to think what should I do, because I can‘t just watch him sleep...)

Choices

1) — Talk (white) ♡♡♡

2) — Wait (black)

— Talk♡

Yui: Uh, Shu ....would you like to talk a little?

Shu: No. Be quiet.

Yui: But I really want to talk.

Shu: It's not like I want to talk with you.

Yui: (There is no hope at all .... At the end, he doesn't want to keep talking. But there might be one topic that may be interest for him—)

— Wait

Yui: (If I talk to him while he’s in bed, I may be forced out of his bedroom again)

(I’ll just wait for the right timing until Shu-san is ready to listen to my story.)

Shu: Zz...

Yui: (No way, he really fell asleep!?)

Shu-san, please get up!

Shu: Ngh... what is it? Get out if you’re so noisy.

Yui: (Ugh... I put him in a bad mood. I need a topic, topic...)

— end Choices

Yui: Um, Shu-san, do you like music?

Shu: Music... ?

Yui: (He‘s just starring at me ... what if he gets angry and kicks me out?)

Shu: ...Why are you suddenly asking that?

Yui: Eh!? Uh, I don‘t know. Because I like music, I guess?

(Uh, my excuses are weird. I just really want to know what Shu-san‘s hobbies are.)

(If he won’t catch up on this topic, I can't help anymore ...)

Shu: Hmm, you do... ? I wasn’t expecting that from you.

Yui: Huh? O-Okay. Shu-san, so you do like music?

Shu: That’s true ... classic music isn‘t bad.

Yui: (Finally, I do got an answer! After all I knew you’d be interested in that topic)

(If that's the case —)

Brahms ... do you know him? I love his symphonies, they‘re pretty good.

Shu: Oh, you have a good taste. Do you listen to him often?

Yui: Yes, I do.

(I actually want to ask Shu if he wants to listen to music from him together...)

Shu: The time when I’m listening to music settles me down. You don't have to think about anything unnecessary.

Yui: Anyway, what are you recently listening to?

Shu: ... Nothing.

Yui: Oh?

Shu: I can’t listen to anything even if I wanted to.

Yui: (Oh ... that’s right, certainly no music player can be found in his room)

(Theres not even an old classical gramophone.... wasn't there one in the mansion?)

Uhm? So how did you listen to music so far?

Shu: ... ? Good question...

... That is...

Yui: (Is he confused... ?)

(I see... Shu-san was listening to music when we were at the Sakamaki's house —)

(Some parts of his memories are still there. Shu-san’s true memory as Shu Sakamaki!)

Shu: ... I guess it doesn’t matter where and how I listened to it.

Yui: It may be important! Please try to remember it!

Shu: If I remember correctly, Reij gathered some of the equipment in his room.

Yui: Then why don’t we go and ask Reiji-san about it? What kind of equipment did you use?

Shu: So noisy. Why are you so stubborn about it?

Yui: That‘s, um...

Oh, it’s because I wanted to listen to your classic music!

Shu: What?

Yui: Life without music is really boring, I want to refresh my mind a little.

So if there's any equipment in Reiji-san’s room, why aren’t we getting it?

Shu: ...

*sigh* ... It's bothersome, but I certainly want to listen to music again.

Yui: Well then.

Shu: Let’s go and ask him.

Yui: ... ! Thank you so much!

(If Reiji-san could confirm it, he should surely remember something ... I wonder if there’s really nothing to play music with in this house ..)

(Maybe if he listens to music again, Shu-san’s real memories may come back even if its just a little!)

Place: Scarlet Mansion — Reiji‘s room

Reiji: Equipment for listening to music? We don‘t have such things.

Yui: Are you really sure?

Reiji: Yes I am. What is it that you seek to entertain yourself in this tense situation? You better know your position.

Yui: I-I‘m sorry...

Shu: ... So we never had any equipment... ?

Reiji: I can’t believe what a huge idiot you are. Did you just woke up from a long dream?

Shu: Well then, how am I...

Yui: (Shu-san, I think he’s a little confused ...)

(I’ll stop talking for now, because I'm thinking about this situation. I should be very careful here)

Reiji: Geez, you really are taking important time from me. Even if the rest of our family aren’t here, their hands still aren’t enough for me.

The dinner should not be delayed from it's schedule. Please get ready quickly.

Yui: (Dinner... speaking of that. If the vegetables were made by Yuma, where did the meat come from?)

Well, are you going to buy ingredients for food?

Reiji: Ingredients...? Is there no common sense for you?

Food, medical supplies and other necessary supplies are regularly provided to the designated place. The rest is just collected by our familiars.

Yui: What? Is it paid? Who prepared it?

Reiji: Everything is ... supplies will be replenished regularly. That‘s only natural.

Yui: Will be refilled ...?

(Spontaneous occurrence doesn’t occur unless someone prepares it...)

(They’re being tweaked, they don't even have any doubts about anything anymore ...)

(After all, someone’s preparing this. Someone who makes everyone's memories strange and let’s them fight)

Reiji: ... Oh? This looks like — a mark from someone’s fangs?

Yui: Uh, That’s, umm...

Reiji: It’s not necessary to ask who was the one biting you. Shu, it was you right?

Shu: ...Huh... ?

Reiji: Didn’t you hear? You put your hand on Eve. Who gave you permission for that?

Shu: Oh... that was...

Reiji: The key for overcoming, Eve, is only worth to be owned by the eldest son, Me.

I just told you to escort her. Even if I trusted you and gave her out in your hands, you misguided her

Shu: ... I couldn’t be helped. She invited me to suck her blood

Yui: Huh... !

(Ugh, certainly he’s not wrong but he told me to say that...!)

Reiji: Don‘t imitate...

She was supposed to be an obscene maiden because this woman is Eve, but it seemed to be a misconception.

Yui: But, I just —

Reiji: I didn’t ask for an answer. It’s unsightly that someone like Eve, got touched with such filthy hands.

*Reiji grabs Yui*

Yui: Wait... ! What are you doing?

Reiji: Everyone will know who you belong to, I just need to overwhelm you with my own bite marks.

Shu: ... !

Yui: Hmm, wait, Reiji-san ...!

(No, I'm too weak to push away ...!)

(I don't want to let anyone drink my blood blood besides Shu-san ...ngh)

Reiji: Please be calm. You are the tool to become the king. You’re officially my prey...

Yui: No, I am... !

(I’m nobody’s prey. I only belong to Shu —)

(... That’s right, it’s different. Shu-san also considers me as his food)

(There is no meaning in resisting ...)

Shu: — Stop!

*Shu grabs Reiji*

Reiji: Ngh!

Yui: Eh...?

Shu-san...?

Shu: Ugh...

Reiji: You don't usually show interest for anything, but now you’re getting in the way...

Did you change your feelings while escorting?

Shu: ...I wouldn’t say something like that. Anything about this situation is fine.

Reiji: Then, please don’t disturb me. It is not forgiven to interrupt me, the eldest son.

Shu: Yes... I understood... I wanted to keep Eve for myself, which was selfish.

Yui: (Please, Shu-san...)

*door opens*

Yuma: What, I thought we’re gathering in the living room and not here.

Yui: Yuma-kun! Kino-kun... !

(They came back from their reconnaissance)

Kino: Is there anything wrong, did something happen?

Reiji: No... nothing happened.

*Reiji releases Yui*

Yui: (He... released my arm. Did he give up because they came in...?)

Reiji: Good work on the reconnaissance. Let's listen to the report while enclosing the dining table.

We will start as soon as the food is ready. I'll start preparing the meal now ...Excuse me.

*Reiji leaves*

Yuma: This dude really is in a bad mood. I wonder why, but let’s go ahead.

*Yuma and Kino leave*

Shu: ...

Yui: (For the time being, I was saved from being sucked by Reiji-san..)

Um, Shu-san?

Shu: If I would have not interrupt Reiji right now I probably wouldn’t be scolded later.

I didn't needed to stop him in the first place.

Yui: But... I’m happy. I’m happy that you helped me, Shu-san.

Thank you so much for your help!

Shu: ...Hm? Help...?

*Shu grabs Yui*

Yui: Kya!?

(What... I was pressed against the wall... ngh)

Shu: Why are you so happy about my help?

I wonder why I’m getting through this just for you?

Yui: B-But... wasn’t there a reason why you stopped Reiji-san... ngh

Shu: That is...

Yui: Shu-san. There is no equipment in this house which could make you listen to music

Shu: ...Be quiet.

Yui: It is not this house where you always listened to classical music

Shu: Be quiet.

Yui: Please remember! We’ve lived together at the Sakamaki house!

Shu: — Shut up!

Yui: ...Ngh

(It wasn’t paying attention... I can’t... breathe anymore)

Shu: You really are annoying. If I’d suck you dry, would you finally be quiet?

Yui: That... is...

(His fangs are so close... I can’t be bitten now...)

Shu: Is my breathing getting shallower? Oh, are you excited?

Yui: I, um...

Shu: Don’t talk. It’s annoying. Ahh...Nn...

Yui: Please... stop...

(His fangs are directly in my throat...)

Shu: Your trembled scream is a good sound. Let me hear more of it

Yui: (...Ngh, nothing changed at all)

(I still wasn’t able to recover a slightest memory, even if I’m trying so hard..!)

Shu: Are you hearing that sound? I wonder what those sweet tones are.

Yui: That’s me crying ... I can’t help it. I don’t know how to recapture Shu-san’s memories...

Shu: Is it that story again? I get tired of listening to it.

If you only say that once more, I should squeeze your neck a little harder. I'll break through your skin from here.

Yui: Ngh... ! Shu-san, please, please stop...!

Shu: I can’t afford to stop... *kisses*

Yui: Ngh... !?

Shu: Fufu, what is it? Did you think I was really meaning it seriously?

Yui: Ugh...

(He’s enjoying himself... while treating me like this ... ngh )

Shu: Your tears won’t stop floating down your face. You really look good with that face on. Don’t ever stop showing it to me.

Yui: Please... let me go...

*Shu blushes*

Shu: If you really like being insulted, I will suck more as you wished.

Ahh...Nnn...Nnn

Yui: Agh... ngh...

(It hurts so much. Now, he’s even sucking more forcefully)

(Always, he was always so gentle with me. Shu-san was always caring for my feelings)

(This situation... I absolutely hate it —!)

*weird noise*

Shu: Ngh... Agh

Yui: ...Eh... ?

Shu: Ugh... damn, what’s that ...

Yui: (His body is swaying. His head... seems to hurt ...)

Shu-san... Are you okay... ?

Shu: Ngh...You have no reason to worry about me.

I’ll go and rest in my room. Don’t follow me...

*Shu leaves*

Yui: Ngh...

(Shu-san... what’s wrong with him... ?)

Place: Scarlet Mansion — Shu’s bedroom

Shu: ...

What I saw for a moment ... was it a house?

Why was that woman standing in the kitchen...

That smile ... I’ve never seen it ...

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deathstands · 4 years

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・。 ◟ major big uwu moment , i haven’t been this excited abt an rp in a minute & i’m ecstatic for my muse ! i’m really glad to meet you all , i’m cc , nineteen & a notorious loser . a quick about regarding seamus , former nasa nerd , lover of stars , fight mode because he’s been doing it his whole life . this is entirely too long & winded , but i think ( ??? ) it’s cool n e way . like this & i’ll come to u for plotting or , lmk if you’d prefer to plot on d*scord .

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( ben hardy. cis male. he / him. ) / SEAMUS OLMSTEAD has been with the group for two years and is currently doing their part in the community as a car mechanic. while here, the twenty-nine year old has created the reputation of being abrasive & cursory, but can also be known as venturesome & jocular. in a sticky situation, they will resort to fight mode and their current weapon is a handmade spear.

𝓲. 𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 .

full name : seamus lucas olmstead nickname(s) : lucas , bastard , selfish wanker age : twenty - nine gender / pronouns : cis gendered male / he / him sexuality : bisexual / panromantic hometown : des moines , iowa position : car mechanic previous occupation : aeronautical & aerospace engineer faceclaim : ben hardy

fun facts : misses his cigarettes * clenches fists * every gd day , hasn't brushed his hair in three months , used to be a division one collegiate swimmer , doesn't know how he made it this far because he's loud & selfish , stargazes at night by himself :( , has worked on rockets , gives good hugs but doesn't give many out .

aesthetic : the dark side of the moon , quiet contemplations while bathing in the moonlight , drowning in a field of grass while mourning a broken family , running in slow motion in the shallows of a pool , blessings from artemis , a worn out id badge unable to be thrown away , targets on your back & watching out for yourself first & yourself only .

𝓲𝓲. 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕝𝕖 .

death tw .

bathed in the moonlight at his birth , the first thing icy hues see are the stars . implanted into his memory , he grows up loving the night sky . at four , he brings his twin baby brothers out on the rooftop his window leads to & shows him the constellations the night they come home from the hospital . his parents yell at him for endangering his brother , but all he wanted to do was show him his love for space .

he grows up thinking he’ll go to the stars . he’s smart & he’s sharp , but he can’t ignore the way the kids in his class laugh at him , how they make fun of him when he comes to school with a fishbowl around his head like he’s an astronaut . he doesn’t fight back at first because he can’t – he’s small , skinny & he’s a nerd ; that’s how it is & that’s just something he’ll have to ignore if he wants to go to space .

& so , thirteen years of his life he’s a nerd ; nothing but a skinny little boy with his head stuck in a science textbook & that’s his brand . but in eighth grade , his mom of tired of her skinny lil son coming home with bruises & black eyes because he’s fighting his bullies , so she signs him up for the swim team . tiny , little seamus who lives in a land-locked state , forced to swim .

luckily though , it all works out for the better . he takes to water like he’s taken to STEM & it’s all in his favor . over the next few years , he finally hits his growth spurt ( say hello to 6′2″ , seamus ) & buffs out , gaining a swimmer’s body while still keeping up his smart lil head . he learns to fight , finally , & people leave him alone when they realize he’s no longer just brains , he’s also brawn .

at the end of his high school career , stanford gladly offers him an athletic scholarship & to nobody’s surprise , he’s accepted into the aeronautics & aerospace engineering program . he thrives , obviously , balancing swimming & his heavy workload very well . college is a breeze & he loves it , because he’s met like minded people with like minded goals & nobody’s making fun of him when he snags an internship with nasa after graduation .

but , his senior year , his youngest brother – the younger twin , abraham , is killed in a freak accident & seamus doesn’t hear about it because he’s too busy . it takes a full day & over twenty people until he hears the news & it tears him apart . abraham’s death tears the entire family apart – how did a seventeen year old pass so suddenly & so quickly without any warning ?

well , seamus doesn’t ever return home after the funeral . he throws himself into work , finishing his masters in record time , earning a job at nasa by the time he’s twenty - four . he’s a full blown rocket scientist & an astronaut in training , which should make him happy but he’s felt nothing but childlike anger since abraham’s death . how unfair , that death just takes & takes & takes .

& death doesn’t get any kinder . twenty - five , his partner dies during flight training & his mom passes suddenly from an illness nobody knew she had . twenty - six & the outbreak starts . all of his friends at nasa die in front of his eyes & by the time he reconnects with his family , he learns his father’s passed getting his remaining brother out safely . as the years go by , his allies die , his enemies die , he kills & he kills & he chalks it up to self defense , but it doesn’t make him feel any better .

he finds woodbridge with his youngest brother by fluke , only convincing them of his worth when he shows him a nasa id he could never bring himself to throw away . since then , he's kept his head down & done his work , doing whatever's asked of him & still keeping to himself . he's a former rocket scientist & he's a smarty , making him quite adaptable & able to fix up almost anything inside the walls . the guy to go to when something miscellaneous needs tweaking or fixing , he gladly tunes things up for no charge as long as no questions are asked .

the final straw , this past year – the death of his brother who left the safezone & never returned . he left a note & all seamus knows is that he’s probably out there dead somewhere . looked hard for a few weeks , but has all but given up . it’s the apocalypse , death is now a common theme .

𝓲𝓲𝓲. 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 .

exterior , he's found his spot as a car mechanic . he used to work on rockets , cars are much easier to work with . on the exterior , he's a jocular guy who's known for making dry jokes at the worst time . selfish , in the way that he tends to look out for himself only in the madness . he's got a reputation for having a face that makes him unapproachable , with anger lined in his features that make those not want to bother him – but , most in the safezone know that he's harmless ( mostly ) . a soft space nerd with something smart to say at any time , he's a loner , but he's good company if you want someone to listen or someone to bounce ideas off of .

interior , there's a quiet rage that's been brewing in his blood for years & he's waiting for it to erupt . it might , if not for the constant apathy that takes over his brain every day he wakes up . the guy to go to when something needs fixing , seamus can hide his anger in death & the world very well . he keeps it in , forcing a well rehearsed smile & carefully chosen expressions to mask his inner thoughts , he wants relief but he doesn't know where to find it .

midway , skilled & experienced , he's shied away from the spotlight most of his life . he's always been one to keep his head down , not bother anyone unless bothered & he intends to keep it that way even in the apocalypse . he'll fix your watch , your car , your fridge – whatever you need , but he won't give up his background or tell you why he keeps his nasa id in his back pocket at all times . quiet and silently intimidating , even if he doesn't intend to come off as that .

#fear:intro #this is ? long :)#・。 ◟ 𝖘𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖚𝖘 ┊ points .#・。 ◟ ┊ 10 points .

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Day 5: Celebration / “Bad timing?” / Prosthetic Arms

Summary:

Following the defeat of Thanos and the return of everyone who was snapped Tony shut himself away from the world as he poured all his energy into building himself a new arm. So okay, maybe isolating himself and causing his mental health to plummet wasn't the most productive way to go about it, but luckily his family was not going to leave it like that.

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Tony emerged from his workshop after another 30-hour binge. He was dressed only in a T-shirt and boxers and the latest vesion of his arm had just been installed. He had to go to the gym to do some testing of it. He could already tell it would need some tweaking – it hurt where it connected to his shoulder and the sensations he recieved from it were slightly off – but he wanted to check how it operated before restarting work on it.

The house was dark, but he knew it by heart, had designed it himself and didn't need lights to navigate it. The quiet in it got to him though, he missed hearing Morgan and Pepper playing, working, watching movies, but he understood their reasons for leaving. He was broken beyond repair, too busy trying to get back what he had lost when he snapped. Some days he wished it had taken him because even though he had gotten his whole world back he had been unable to hold on to it. Peter still called him every day, but he could never answer, still felt guilty for letting Peter disappear for five years.

No, I didn't let him. There was nothing I could do.

Tony closed his eyes, forced his body to take deep breaths as memories of Titan threatened to overwhelm him. Robotic fingers brushed against his thight and he flinched, was pulled back to the present. He stared at the red and gold arm hanging by his side, shook his head and continued towards the gym.

”SURPRISE!” several voices shouted as he entered the living room.

Tony jumped, his arm fired a repulsor blast at the floor, splintered it and he yelped in pain as a piece of wood buried into his right calf. He should have worn pants. He cursed, slid down to the floor and glared at everyone.

”I have a heart condition, you know.”

It really was everyone. Pepper handed Morgan to Peter, sank down next to him and looked at his newest injury.

”Oh, Tony”, she kissed his cheek. ”We didn't mean to scare you.”

”What are you doing here anyway?”

”It's your birthday, doll”, Bucky nodded towards the table which had a huge cake and a couple of presents. ”Bad timing?”

”Sneaking up on an old man is always bad timing”, Tony muttered but accepted Pepper's and Steve's help as they picked him up from the floor and led him to the couch. Professor Hulk found one of the many first aid-kits Pepper had left around the house and sat down next to him, pulled the piece of wood out and examined the cut for any left-over splinters before stitching it up and putting a bandage over. Tony stared in fascination at the gentle way Hulk's hands moved. He yawned and leaned against the back of the couch.

”Fri, why didn't you warn me about the visitors?”

”You muted me ten hours ago, boss.”

”We're going over your protocols after the party.” He nodded towards his prosthetic arm. ”Anyone wanna help me get it off?”

”You sure, doll?”

”Yeah, don't want to blast anyone by mistake. Plus it kind of hurts.”

He thought Peter would be the one to help him, but Peter hid behind others and instead Bucky sat down. Tony gave him instructions on the pieces he couldn't reach, released whatever he could reach himself and then Bucky took the arm off his shoulder. Tony let out a sigh of relief and Bucky stared in awe at the arm.

”It's beautiful.”

”It will be more beautiful when I get it to work. Sorry about destroying your surprise party. Didn't think I left the trigger that sensitive.”

He was so tired, but a cup of coffee showed up in front of him, Natasha's hand offering it. He smiled at her and gulped the black gold down before anyone could blink. His eyes fell on Bucky who, if he didn't know better, almost looked lovesick. Red magic lifted the cake from the table and held it infront of him. Wanda smiled at him.

”Blow out the candles.”

”For the record, that's way too many candles”, Tony noted before attempting to blow them out.

He managed five, then he was out of breath. The others laughed and he did a new attempt, managed the rest of the candles only becaue Peter had let Morgan down and she helped him. She climbed into his lap.

”What did you wish for?”

”You can only make a wish if you get all candles at once. But I wished to have my whole family here for my birthday.”

Morgan giggled.

”That's a stupid wish, we're all here already!”

He looked around, at Morgan, Pepper, Peter, Rhodey, the Avengers, and nodded.

”Yeah, you are.”

”Mr Stark...”

Mr Stark, I don't feel so good. Tony closed his eyes, opened them. Peter looked nervous.

”Kid, please call me Tony.”

”T... Tony. Are you mad at me?”

”What? Peter, no.”

He pulled Peter down, gave him a hug.

”Don't you ever, ever dare think I'm angry at you. You could blow up the moon and I wouldn't fault you.”

”Why won't you talk with me then?”

Peter's hands gripped at his shirt as if Tony was his life-line and Tony took a shaky breath, held on to Peter equally hard.

”It's not on you kid, never on you. I can't...” He swallowed down whatever tears threatened him. ”I'm angry at myself.”

”Why? You saved us, saved the world, the whole universe.”

”It was Bruce.”

”No”, Peter let go of him, pulled away and forced him to look into Peter's eyes. ”They told me everything. It was all thanks to you. You solved the timetravel-issue, you built the gauntlet, and you was the one who defeated Thanos. I saw the last one myself so don't even try to argue.”

”We defeated him together. And if Regular-sized Man over there”, he gestured at Scott, ”hadn't told us about the quantum realm we wouldn't have been able to travel through time. It's... it's all thanks to him.”

”No”, Peter flicked his forehead and he blinked. ”You don't get to belittle what you did.”

Tony looked away.

”I let you down.”

”You could never let me me down”, Peter hugged him again. ”You could blow up the moon and I would still follow you.”

Tony laughed, hugged the kid back.

”Believing in someone blindly like that isn't good you know.”

But somewhere inside he could feel himself starting to heal.

The party was quieting down. Morgan, Peter and Rhodey had fallen asleep while watching Toy Story, Strange, Carol and T'challa had left for their regular duties, Wanda had left together with Strange and Tony wasn't sure what to think about that. Scott, Hope and Clint had left to go home to their families, Sam, Steve and Pepper were talking in the kitchen and Natasha and Bruce had disappeared to somewhere. Thor had also left, together with the guardians since there was always something to do in the Universe, someone who needed rescuing. Tony was almost falling asleep himself.

”The arm really was amazing”, Bucky said and sat down on his right side.

Part of Tony's brain, the more basic one where all the monkey-instincts still lived, told him that he should be afraid being next to the assassin that had killed his parents and he hadn't had enough time to get to know, but he felt relaxed, leaned his head against the back of the couch.

”Only part of me that is”, he let out a sigh.

”What?”

Tony held his left hand out for Bucky to shake.

”Winter Soldier, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am The Merchant of Death.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and flicked Tony's forehead and Tony blinked. This was the second time someone did that.

”All of you is amazing.”

”Did you miss the part where I'm a murderer?”

”So am I.”

”No, shit, that's different. You were under control. I murdered on my own violation.”

”And then you saved the people of Gulmira. Saved the world by stopping the massproduction of iron monger-suits. Saved the people in Monaco. In New York. Several times by the way. Saved the world again by taking care of HYDRA-assholes.”

”Group effort”, Tony protested. ”Steve, Natasha and Sam did most of the work.”

Bucky ignored his protests.

”You saved the people of Johannesburg. Saved most of the people of Sokovia. And the world.”

”They wouldn't have needed saving if it wasn't for me.”

”Being able to create an AI like that is honestly also amazing. Everything you create is amazing. I've seen the team's gear, also amazing. But that doesn't matter, it's not because the things you've created that you'e amazing, it's how you keep coming back, keep trying to fix it, make it right. How you keep helping everyone even after everything they've done to you.”

”Shane would disagree with you.”

”The Avengers wouldn't. And anyway it's not just that.”

”Holy shit, there's more?”

”It's the soft sounds you make when you get your coffee, and the way your eyes lit up when you study something and take it apart with your mind, and the way your hair falls when the hairproducts you use have been removed, and your cute nose, and the way your fingers can't stop twitching at the thought of building, and the way you smile when you think no one is watching, and....”

”Shit Robocop, take a man to dinner first.”

”Sure, when are you free?”

Tony twisted, pressed his left hand to Bucky's face and laughed. Bucky grabbed his hand and licked it.

”Oh ew. You are disgusting.”

He dried his hand off on Bucky's shirt. Bucky just laughed, wrapped an arm around Tony and pulled him close, somehow turning him around so Tony was sitting with his back leaned against Bucky's chest.

”I'm serious though, I'd love to take you on a date. If you'd let me.”

”I'm not very good for relationships, just ask Pepper.”

”I prefer to reach my own conclusions. It's just a date, promise. If it leads to a relationship we'll tackle that when we get to it. And I mean, the Winter Soldier and the Merchant of Death?” Bucky nibbled on Tony's ear. ”Perfect combination.”

Tony couldn't stop the moan from escaping his lips.

”Fine, you win, one date. But only if you let me take a look at your arm as well.”

”Whatever you need, doll. But no upgrading it until the third date.”

”What if I decide on no more dates?”

Bucky shrugged.

”I'll have to settle for letting Shuri do it.”

”Don't let her hear that.”

Steve and Sam got back from the kitchen and Steve raised an eyebrown at the two people in the couch. Bucky grinned towards him.

”Jealous?”

”Not really. You ready to head home?”

”Yeah, sure”, Bucky got up from the couch, winked at Tony. ”Pick you up at friday?”

”Friday's good. See you then.”

Bucky left together with Sam and Steve and Tony put his hand over his face.

”Fri, what the fuck just happened?”

”Do you wish me to replay the conversation, boss?”

”No, just... set a reminder for Friday and make sure I listen to it.”

He let his hand fall down. Pepper stood in the doorway between the dining room and the living room and smiled at him. He gave a weak smile back and she sat down next to him, pulled him into a hug.

”We miss you, you know.”

He grabbed her shirt, held on to it as if his life hung on it.

”I miss you too.”

He curled in on her and she kissed the top of his head.

”I'm sorry we only work when the world has ended, but Tony... don't let our failure keep you away from happines.”

”I love you so much, Pep. So, so much.”

”I know. And I love you. I always will.”

She dried his tears, gently coerced him to let go of her. She put her hand on his cheek, caressed it with her thumb.

”You haven't been sleeping.” She kissed his cheek. ”I'll set up the couch and then the two of us will lay down in it together with the rest of our family.”

She nodded towards Rhodey, Morgan and Peter and Tony grabbed her hand, pressed his cheek into it, pressed his lips against it.

”What would I do without you?”

”Work on your arm”, Pepper smiled, pulled him up and sat him down in the armchair before turning the huge couch into an even larger bed. She filled it with blankets and pillows before waking Rhodey up. He yawned, stretched, and Peter and Morgan woke up as well. Natasha and Bruce came back, noticed them setting up for sleep and wished them goodnight.

”Come by the compound sometime”, Natasha hugged Tony and kissed his cheek. ”We miss you.”

”Yeah... maybe.”

”I have some experiments I'd like you to look at”, Bruce offered and Tony laughed.

”How could I refuse after that? I'll come when...” he glanced at his missing arm. ”I'll stop by later.”

They left the cabin and Tony hobbled back to the couch, fell down in it and buried himself in the pillows. Morgan crawled up to him and he rolled over to his back.

”Hey pumpkin.”

”Mommy says you have a date.”

”Now why would she tell you that?”

”She also told me to go over and hug you.”

Morgan threw herself down next to him, cuddled up on his left side and he wrapped his arm around her and gave her a hug.

”I'm happy you're happy again, dad.”

Tony kissed the top of her head and smiled.

”I'm getting there at least. Go to sleep now.”

He noticed Peter standing awkwardly at the edge of the bed and gestured for him to join in as well. He curled up behind Morgan, rested his head on Tony's arm and Tony smiled at the kid. Rhodey also flopped down, Pepper helped him out of the braces and then he laid down on Tony's right side and flicked Tony's forehead just like Peter and Bucky.

”Don't close us out like this again, you hear me?”

”Yeah, loud and clear. Sorry, honeybear. I love you?”

”Love you too, but man are you hard to get through to. Heard a certain someone managed to though.”

”...where you all just listening in on our conversation?”

”Word travel fast. Go to sleep now, God knows you need it.”

Pepper crawled into the bed as well, wrapped her family in blankets before placing herself at the head end of the bed, her fingers buried in Tony's hair. He closed his eyes, made himself relax and fell asleep surrounded by his family.

They were still there when he woke up. Peter and Morgan were talking quietly, Rhodey snoring loudly and Pepper in the kitchen making breakfast. He stretched, sat up and saw his arm on the table. He still needed to work on that.

”Hey, Pete, wanna help me with the arm?”

”Can I?”

”Yeah, of course.”

”It's just, you haven't let me before.”

Peter carefully grabbed the arm, helped Tony put it back on. Tony groaned as the pain returned. He really needed to fix that. He rubbed his eyes with his non-metal hand.

”Feeling a bit more human now so you're welcome to join me. If you want to. You too, pumpkin.”

He got out of the bed, picked Morgan up and left for the gym. Peter put an arm around him as they walked, helped him take a bit of weight off the injured leg. He sat down with Morgan on a bench when they reached the gym and went back to whatever conversation Tony had interrupted while Tony went to work on testing the arm. He made notes with Friday about everything he noticed, everything he could improve. He had a deadline now. He smiled, even though the punch he gave the sandbag send a jolt of pain through his whole body. On Friday, when it was time for his date with Bucky, he had to have the arm functioning.

#winterironweek #tony stark #winteriron #pepperony #my writing #fanfic #I probably forgot some avengers #there are too many characters #and they weren't that important for this story anyway

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