#mature label for rape mention

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

#391

"I hate the Prophets. They're so smug and vague, and what they did to Sisko's mom (and dad!) was basically a form of r*pe, and it's never called out."

[arxims]

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊 ᶠᴼᵁᴿ

Returning to Seoul was a decision that you finally ended up in , given that it was the place where you spent your past years. Leaving your messed up past behind, you made the conscious choice to return to Seoul in order to breathe new life into your existence. Little did you know that this decision would change your life. For the good or bad. As you reconnected with an old friend from your past, you were introduced to his younger brother, whose presence became far more significant in your life in a twisted way than you thought.

Pairing : jungkook x reader 

genre/au : a lot of angst, smut, killer!Jungkook, non idol au, violence. 

Warnings : graphic depiction of violence and gore, lots of blood, mentions of rape, smut, sexual activity, toxic Jungkook, red flag Jungkook, psychopathic behavior red flag behavior, mentally disturbed characters, suicide, murder, depictions of torture, serial killing, lots of trauma, depression, criminal behavior, murderous tenancies, possible major character death, mentions child abuse and child pornography, unprotected sex, cumming, teasing, commitment issues. 

Rating : only suitable for mature readers 

Word count : 7.5 k

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"Jungkook's not here?" 

Jungkook's absence was immediately noticed by you as you entered Taehyung's home. Taehyung, visibly exhausted from a long day at work, was lounging on the couch, engrossed in a TV show. You took a seat beside Taehyung. With a weary smile, Taehyung responded, "He's out, God knows where." Over time, you had transitioned from being just a friend to feeling like a member of Taehyung's family, allowing you the privilege of entering his home without the need to knock.

As you settled in, a weight on your mind prompted you to share your concerns with Taehyung. "There's something, Tae. Something that bothers me," you expressed, your gaze shifting to the Korean comedy show playing on the screen. Taehyung, sensing the seriousness in your tone, sat up attentively and lowered the volume to listen intently. "What is it? I'm here to talk," he reassured you, meeting your eyes with a look of genuine concern.

"It's about Jungkook," you confided softly. Taehyung's protective instincts immediately kicked in as he inquired, "What about him? Did he say something?" The thought of Jungkook potentially causing you distress stirred a protective urge within Taehyung, who regarded you as a cherished younger sister. "No," you responded, "But I don't know what I am to him, Tae. He's not even giving me an answer. He loves me, he's my boyfriend. But he's not letting me make anything official.

Taehyung raised an elegant eyebrow, his curiosity piqued by the situation unfolding before him. Observing Jungkook's behavior, he couldn't help but ponder if his brother had finally found solace in a single relationship. Jungkook's constant chatter about you, both at home and elsewhere, with your name ever-present on his lips, led Taehyung to believe that Jungkook was deeply enamored with you. The intensity of Jungkook's feelings was unmistakable, mirrored in your own actions and words.

As Taehyung mulled over the situation, a furrow creased his brow, reflecting his confusion at the lack of an official commitment between you and Jungkook. "What do you mean it isn't official?" he inquired, his expression a mix of concern and bewilderment.

In response, you poured out your heart, expressing your inner turmoil. Despite being treated well and loved by Jungkook, the absence of a formal label for your relationship left you feeling unsettled. "I know he loves me and cares for me, but he hesitates to define our relationship," you confided in Taehyung, your eyes brimming with unshed tears. The fear of losing Jungkook to another woman weighed heavily on your mind, tugging at your heartstrings.

Taehyung gazed into your eyes, his own reflecting a blend of worry and contemplation. The question lingered in the air, "What is he up to?" The complexity of emotions and unspoken desires hung palpably in the air, creating a web of uncertainty and longing.

"You asked him about making your relationship official. What was his reply?" 

"He said he doesn't wanna put a label on our relationship," you sighed, feeling a sense of desperation creeping in. Despite this, you believed it was a risk worth taking. 

"All I want is to be with him, Tae. To build a life together, start a family, and grow up in a small home. That's all I yearn for," you pleaded, knowing that only Taehyung possessed the ability to navigate this situation. He was the sole individual Jungkook would listen to.

"I asked him to meet my parents and he acted like he… HeHe only loves me for sex” you gazed at Taehyung with pleading eyes, hoping for a solution. "Please, convince him to meet my parents."

Following a moment of contemplation, a glimmer of hope flickered in your eyes as Taehyung offered, "I will try. I'll try and talk to him”

It was late, almost nine when Jungkook returned after his meeting with Yoongi. He was proud of the widespread news of Hajoon's murder and echoes his glorious name - the shadow reaper. 

He slowly closed the door of the house. As he turned back, his eyes met with the figure of Taehyung with his arms crossed. “Look, We need to Talk, Kook” Taehyung's voice sounded serious, it worried Jungkook a bit considering the fact that Taehyung was rarely serious. 

“Hyung.. Talk about what?” Jungkook's eyebrow raised. “About you, (Y/N) and your relationship with her. What are you upto?” His arms uncrossed as he raised his voice slightly. A scolding tone evident. 

“What are you saying, hyung?”

“Aren't you two together?  Then why can't you just fucking meet her parents. Poor thing only asked you to make it official and You turned that down?” Taehyung spat. He clearly despises Jungkook's actions sometimes and this was one of them. 

“Because I didn't feel like it. Did she tell you about it? She came to you whining?” Jungkook talked back. He threw his coat on the couch putting his hand in his pocket. 

“The matter is. You're making her confused. If you're her boyfriend, you should act like it. You're acting like you don't even love he-”

“Because I don't. . I'm not sure about it, hyung. But I need her”

Taehyung felt like someone hit him with a brick. His eyes widened in shock. “What did you say?”

“I. Don't. Love. Her. I'm feeling something I never felt before. And I don't know what the fuck it is” Jungkook said in a whisper. Eyes piercing Taehyung's. “But Hyung, I want her. I need her. I wanna keep her. And don't you dare break the glass palace she made in her heart. Let her believe I love her. It's better. But don't force me to just meet her parents  and all that bullshit because I'm not planning to marry anyone.”

Taehyung felt his hopes breaking into pieces. He was finally at peace when Jungkook found his girl. But he was more hurt over the fact that you've been hoping for a life with Jungkook more than anything. How are you gonna take this? Jungkook cannot lie forever. One way or another, you'll know the truth. Taehyung weakly sat on the couch “I can't believe this… You've been betraying her?” Taehyung's voice rose. “No. She needs to know.” Taehyung search for his phone on the table. But before Taehyung could reach it, Jungkook picked it and smashed it on the floor. 

“You're not telling anything to anyone, Hyung. Just remember this. The day she leaves me will be the last day I'll stay sane” Jungkook warned, leaving Taehyung in utter confusion on whether to save his friend from a lifetime heartbreak or keep his mouth shut for the sake of his brother's life. He knew Jungkook didn't make empty promises. Before storming off, he said one more thing. 

“(Y/N) is mine. She'll forever be mine and whoever steps into my way, I won't hesitate to end them.”

Though Jungkook rejected the proposal to meet your parents, he agreed to come with you to Jennie's wedding. Cause you whined a lot, of course. 

“You look perfect, baby. I'm jealous” You said, fixing his shirt as his hands rested on your waist, lips inches away from yours. 

“Are you sure we have to attend this wedding? cause you look so fuckable in that red dress baby.” He stole a kiss from your lips in the conversation. 

“No Kook. Keep your dick in your pants for once. It's important” You looked back at him. His line of sight met with your chest. “After the event baby. I'll let you have me” You just feather kissed his nose. “Don't tempt me wildcat, I might take you right there infront of the guests. Bend you over nicely. You want that?”

“As much as I want it, Kookie, we can't. I can't just ruin my cousin's wedding.”

Jungkook opened the door of your side as you stepped out of the car, at the wedding venue. Jennie loved peonies. So you were the one who designed the wedding venue decorations. And you tried your best to make it the most perfect one for her special day. 

“Baby, I'll go to the bride now. Socialize, okay?” You gripped his collar and pressed a kiss on his lips. “Uh huh” He grumbled, gripping your hips, leaning to get more kisses but you pushed him away. You turned your heals. As you took a couple of steps, you turned back and mouthed “Socialize. Love you” And you went to help Jennie.

As you mingled with the guests, ensuring everything was running smoothly for Jennie's big day, you couldn't help but steal admiring glances at Jungkook from across the room. His rugged good looks and charming demeanor never failed to make your heart flutter, even after all this time together.  

Watching him , laughing and making small talk with the other guests, you marveled at how effortlessly he seemed to fit in, his charismatic persona putting everyone at ease. No one would ever suspect the insecurities and self-doubts that he had confided in you during your most intimate moments together.

Your reverie was broken by the arrival of the dashing groom, Kai, looking every bit the perfect husband-to-be in his immaculate tuxedo. As he caught your eye and gave you a warm smile, you couldn't help but notice Jungkook's expression from across the room – his eyes narrowing ever so slightly, his jaw clenching with barely contained jealousy.

You smiled back at Kai, pushing aside the brief flicker of unease you had felt at Jungkook's reaction. This was Jennie's day, and you weren't about to let anything ruin it for your beloved cousin.

"You've really outdone yourself with the decorations," Kai said as he approached. "Jennie is going to be over the moon."

A swell of pride filled your chest. "I'm just glad I could make her day even more special."

As the ceremony began Jennie made her grand entrance, resplendent in her white gown, which was also chosen by you. As Jennie and Kai exchanged their vows, you felt delighted. You couldn't help but look up at Jungkook, who's supposed to be on the altar with you, saying vows to protect and cherish you forever. You couldn't help but imagine you and him there, you in your white gown and him in his tuxedo. Holding hands. It made your toe curl. Everything was going perfect 

The reception went really well. You really enjoyed it with your friends and your man by your side. And what made you proud is you got so many compliments. Especially on Jennie's wedding venue decorations and all.It was overwhelming.

“Thank you So much (Y/N/N). Thank you for making my day special” Jennie hugged you tightly before getting into the car with Kai. You happily waved them goodbye. 

After the wedding ceremony and reception had concluded, you excitedly approached Jungkook. Since Jungkook was showing no signs of seriousness in your relationship, you decided to take the initiative. You found him in the crowd as you dragged your steps towards him, your parents in tow. This was the perfect opportunity to finally introduce the man who had captured your heart to your family.

 “Kook” You immediately hugged him, pulling back, you turned back to your parents. 

"Jungkook, these are my parents," you beamed, gesturing between them. "Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend, Jungkook."

The moment the word 'boyfriend' left your lips, you noticed Jungkook's expression shift. His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, and a muscle in his cheek twitching - telltale signs that he was struggling to contain his rising anger.

"We've heard so much about you," your mother said warmly, seemingly oblivious to Jungkook's discomfort as she moved to embrace him.

But Jungkook deftly sidestepped her gesture, his body language becoming increasingly tense and guarded. "I'm not her boyfriend," he said through gritted teeth, shooting you a pointed glare.

You felt your cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. Jungkook had made it clear from the day before that he didn't want labels or anything too official, but you had hoped that after meeting your parents , he might be open to taking that next step.

"We're just...seeing each other," Jungkook continued, his voice low and clipped. "No need to make it more than it is."

An uncomfortable silence fell over the group as your parents exchanged a bewildered look. You opened your mouth to explain, to smooth over the awkwardness, but Jungkook cut you off.

"If you'll excuse me," he muttered, already turning on his heel and stalking away.

As you watched him go, a sick feeling twisted in the pit of your stomach. Jungkook's aversion to commitment was nothing new, but the intensity of his reaction had caught you off guard.

Deep down, you knew there was more to Jungkook's behavior than met the eye. He claimed not to want labels, but his possessiveness and need to keep you close betrayed a deeper truth - he craved your love and devotion, even if he didn't fully understand the depths of his own feelings.

Jungkook was a man at war with himself, torn between his desire to possess you completely and his fear of the vulnerability that came with truly opening his heart. And as you stood there, reeling from his outburst, you couldn't help but wonder which side of him would ultimately win out.

Little did you know, the battle raging within Jungkook was far darker and more twisted than you could ever imagine. For beneath his charming exterior lurked a monster - a creature of violence and depravity that craved your light while simultaneously yearning to extinguish it forever. king 

He drew in a shuddering breath, conflicting emotions flickering rapid-fire across his chiseled features. When he finally spoke, his voice was little more than a hoarse rasp laced with a strange melancholy.

You followed Jungkook into his car before he started it and started driving to his home. You were determined to get to the bottom of his erratic behavior back at the reception. The car ride was silent as you battled with the inner emotions you felt. The whirlwind of doubts and questions you asked yourself ‘Am I wrong?’’Does he love me?’. The car pulled up into Jungkook's apartment. He swiftly left the seat and harshly slammed the door. His anger is still evident in each of his motions. 

"Jungkook, wait!" you called out as you followed him inside the home. "You can't just dismiss me like that in front of my parents." you finally decided to speak up after a silent ride. 

He wheeled around to face you, his expression thunderous. In that moment, he was practically a stranger, the warm familiarity you'd come to know and love eclipsed by clouds of anger and irritation.

"Dismiss you?" he bit out, his tone laced with derision. "I was merely being honest for once instead of playing along with this ridiculous charade."

You recoiled as if he'd struck you, struggling to process the venom dripping from his words. "Charade? Jungkook, what are you talking about?"

He closed the distance between you in two long strides, his movements almost predatory as he crowded into your personal space. You could feel the anger rolling off him in waves, mingled with undercurrents of something that made your instincts screech with warnings to flee.

"Don't act so scandalized," he sneered, lips curling into a cruel approximation of a smile. "We both know I've never claimed to want any kind of label or commitment. So why go parading me around like some kept man, hm?"

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as hurt and confusion swirled through you in dizzying eddies. This bitter, unforgiving stranger was a far cry from the vulnerable soul you thought you knew – the tenderhearted man you'd given every piece of yourself to.

Sensing your distress, Jungkook seemed to rein himself in slightly, his expression shifting into forced neutrality as he struggled to regain control. When he spoke again, his voice was careful, almost gentle – but you could hear the tightly leashed menace lurking beneath.

"Look, baby..." he sighed, reaching out to tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear. "You know how I feel about...attachments. About being tied down. It's not you, it's just who I am."

You flinched instinctively at his touch, and something flickered in Jungkook's eyes – a predatory light that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

"But that doesn't change the fact that you're mine," he continued silkily. "Mind, body, and soul. I just can't do titles or anything too...official. You understand, don't you, sweetheart?"

As the full weight of his words settled over you like a suffocation, you realized that there was something deeply unbalanced about the dynamic between you. Something that extended far beyond his denial to labels. 

As Jungkook moved to gather you in his arms once more, his familiar scent and the memory of his gentler embraces, you wondered if you were finally getting a glimpse of the depths he had so carefully kept hidden. About what you are to him.

If so, the truth was more twisted and terrifying than you could have ever imagined. But even as dread coiled through your veins, some deep part of your heart still clung to the desperate hope that the man you loved was still in there somewhere, fighting to re-emerge from the gathering shadows.

"You know I want you, baby. All of you, forever." He reached out, calloused fingertips grazing your cheek with an odd sort of reverence. "But husband? Father?" A harsh chuckle rattled in his chest. "Those roles...they weren't made for a man like me."

Jungkook's gaze bored into yours, intensity and haunted desolation in those depths. For a beat, his guard seemed to slip completely, allowing you a glimpse at the tempest of darkness that dwelled within.

"I'm toxic, y/n," he said, each word carrying a strange shadow of self-loathing. "Poisoned to my rotten core by demons you can't even begin to comprehend. Giving me those kinds of titles, those kinds of...expectations..." He trailed off, shaking his head as he deciphered his next words. 

"It would only end up ruining your very existence."

“Isn't that what you're doing now?”You fired back, but your rear drenched lashes canceled out the intensity in it. Jungkook raised a hand, effectively silencing you with a look that mingled tender adoration with soul-deep anguish.

"I can't be what you want, no matter how much it kills me," he said simply. "The most I can offer is myself – the broken, damaged man who needs you with an intensity that terrifies me. Beyond that..." Another weary shrug, devoid of hope or expectation. "I'm not built for picket fences and babies, sweetheart. I can only ever be a wildfire, scorching everything in my path."

As he drew you into his embrace, you felt the truth of his words like injecting into your very spirit. 

Though you knew your choice had already been made long ago, every sane impulse in you urged you toward self-preservation, a voice that repeated in your mind, begging you to save yourself from the incarnation of hellfire in front of you. And you felt the need to keep yourself away from the impending insanity you're gonna drag yourself into by staying with him. You were hopelessly, inextricably bound to the tempest of his love . 

In the end, total devastation was inevitable for you. The only open question was the extent it'll reach in the aftermath.

You pulled back abruptly before Jungkook could claim your lips in that searing, desperate kiss. His forehead creased with a fleeting look of confusion that quickly gave way to resignation as you leveled him with an unwavering stare.

"What do you mean you're not made for this?" you demanded, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. "For having a real future together? Then why did you let me believe it was possible, Jungkook? Why give me that kind of hope if you knew all along it would lead nowhere?" you finally found your brain in the mayhem of thought whirling inside you and decided to speak up. 

He opened his mouth as if to respond, then seemed to think better of it, jaw ticking as he warred with himself internally. For several endless moments, he simply studied you intently, fingers flexing at his sides in wordless agitation.

"I never lied to you, (Y/N), " he said at last, voice low and tinged with a weariness that went bone-deep. "Not about the most important things. I told you from the start that I don't do commitments or pretty fairy tale endings."

 "But you..." He trailed off, seeming to struggle against the reins of his own restraint. "You burrow so deeply under my skin, baby. Make me want things I have no business craving."

You fought the urge to lean into that scorching familiarity, too raw and off-balance to surrender so easily. You have to. You can't go back to this agonizing cycle of pain you've been going through for seven months. 

"When I'm with you, it's like the broken shards inside me piece themselves back together for a few fleeting moments," he confessed, voice dropping to a hushed rasp. "Like I could actually be the man you deserve, instead of the warped, unforgivable thing I know myself to be."

He drew in an unsteady breath, agony writ large in the taut lines of his expression. "So yeah, I let myself get caught up in the fantasy sometimes. Deluded myself into believing we could make it work against all reason and logic."

“We can make it work. If you just let me. I'll make us work. I promise” Your voice seemed tired. You just wanted him to be with you. 

Stepping in closer once more, Jungkook cradled your face between his large, calloused palms, forcing you to meet the turbulent depths of his gaze head-on.

"But the truth is, I'm a fundamentally fractured thing, (Y/N)," he said, each word etched in harsh reality. "Dangerous and selfish to my core. Giving me a wedding ring, letting me put a baby in your belly...it would only end up tainting the light I love most about you. Twisting it into something as warped and wretched as the demons that ate away at my soul from the inside out years ago."

“ I don't understand. Jungkook. Did you lose your mind?” You whispered against His thumb which skirted the plush swell of your lips, his touch feather-light yet carrying the banked heat of a thousand barely leashed desires. "I lost it a long time ago. I'm not built for a forever baby. I can only ever be ashes and ruin in the end."

As the weight of Jungkook's grim self-assessment washed over you in chilling waves, you found yourself caught between two impulses - the driving need to soothe the haunted parts of him, and the screaming instinct to cut your losses before this pain of realization manage to pull you under as well, crush you under the weight of pain, suffering and agony that your dreams have been withered in breeze. 

In that moment of reckoning, you were forced to confront the truth that the man you had poured every ounce of your limitless devotion into has never wanted to spend the lifetime with you, let alone be tamed by something as precious and fragile as the dream of family you still clung to.

Jungkook was the wildfire he had always claimed to be - beautiful in his fury, yes, but ultimately destroying all in his path to  ash if allowed to burn. And you, solely, with burning heart, decided to rescue yourself from his scotching fire which could potentially set your sanity ablaze. Only if it already isn't destabilizing. 

Tears traced  down your cheeks as the full, devastating weight of Jungkook's words finally penetrated the fabric of your naive denial. This man – this beautifully destructive force of nature you had given every piece of your heart and soul to – he was never truly yours to possess or nurture into something sustainable.

"All of it was a lie," you murmured, more to yourself than him as your vision blurred and swam. "This whole time, you let me believe we could have...everything. A real future."

Jungkook made a choked, anguished sound low in his throat, reaching for you instinctively. But you stumbled back, wrenching yourself from his touch as if it was a poisoned Thorne. 

"Don't," you bit out, mustering what little remained of your fragile composure. "I can't...not again. Not after hearing the truth straight from your lips."

He froze then, every hard line of his body going rigid as you seemed to age a thousand years before his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, baby," Jungkook rasped, each word dragged from the deepest wellspring of his shattered soul. "You have to know, hurting you is the last thing I ever wanted—"

"But you did hurt me," you cut him off, voice little more than a wobbling whisper through the maelstrom. "You just admitted to living a lie, letting me pour every ounce of myself into an illusion because facing the ugliness inside was too hard. Despite my condition. You still made me…"

A solitary, broken sound escaped him. But you couldn't bring yourself to look, to let the all-consuming intensity of his presence draw you back under before you'd found the strength to break its spell once and for all.

Drawing a deep, shuddering breath, you straightened your spine and lifted your chin, channeling every last ounce of your battered self-worth and respect. 

"This...this is the only way then," you said, each word like shards of jagged glass scoring the delicate flesh of your heart and soul. "Clearly, we want different things, Jungkook. Things you can never give me, no matter how much we might try to force it. We shouldn't...we can't see each other again," you concluded, the taste of your own damnation on your tongue. "Not after laying it all bare like this."

Pivoting on your heel, you turned away from the man you loved – the demon who had consumed you, piece by precious piece – before your resolve could splinter anew. Each step struck through you like shrapnel, until you were certain there could be no greater anguish than the sensation of having your very essence unmade. You were completely broken, each step making the pain worse. 

"No," he bit out, the single syllable ringing with the weight of something Biblical, inescapable. "You don't get to just walk away from this, from us."

You barely had time to process his meaning before Jungkook was on you, crowding into your space with the fluid, predatory grace of a big cat cornering its prey. His broad frame boxed you in against the wall, palms slamming against the plaster on either side of your head as he caged you beneath the scorching brand of his body.

"I warned you, baby," he growled, the words half snarl, half plea as his gaze bored into yours with intensity. "Tried to make you understand that I'm not made for happily ever afters and diamond rings."

Unbidden tears sprang to your eyes anew, cutting blazing tracks down your flushed cheeks. You opened your mouth – to protest or surrender, you didn't know. But Jungkook sealed his lips over yours in a punishing, soul ripping kiss before you could give voice to either decisions.  

It was anger and adoration, tenderness and possession taken to their most primal extreme. A devouring fusion of everything you had tasted in simple sips during your time as his lover, his obsession. 

When he finally wrenched himself away, you were trembling and lightheaded, the shreds of your anger all but extinguished in the wake of his unrelenting onslaught.

"I'm a force of nature, baby," Jungkook murmured, trailing a path of searing kisses along the slender column of your throat as you fought to catch your breath. "Wildfire and in my wake. I'll only ever leave you in ashes if you tie the knot with me." 

He nipped at the juncture of your shoulder, tongue laving over the heated imprint his teeth left behind in a maddening caress. "But I'll be damned if I let you slip through my fingers without taking everything you have to give first."

His voice dropped to a rasp, resonating straight to your very core. 

"That pretty, pretty soul of yours?" A low, rasping chuckle that carried more than a hint of a threat even as he peppered your swan like neck with adoring, reverent kisses. "It was mine the moment you fell into my gravity” 

White-hot lances of your fear to lose you sanity and desperate, untamed yearning licked through your veins in equal measure at the promise blazing in his eyes. 

You were his – an ember caught in the blaze he had stoked from the moment your paths first crossed. And no matter how many times the flames licked your faith and sanity to tinder, you would keep rising from the ashes, drawn back into his searing, ruinous embrace.  

Because for better or worse, Jungkook had awoken something just as wild and merciless within you. Something that recognized its perfect other half in him, two noble, tragic souls locked in an intricate perfection.   

Just as Jungkook leaned in, his lips a hairsbreadth from claiming yours in that searing, possessive kiss, you managed to summon the tattered remnants of your willpower and pull back abruptly.

"Stop this...this bullshit," you rasped, propping yourself against the wall in a futile attempt to put much-needed space between your overwrought senses and his overwhelming presence. "I can't...I can't do this anymore, Jungkook."

Your voice broke on his name, the single syllable carrying the weight of every shredded dream, every shattered promise between you. Fisting your hands in the fabric of his shirt, you met his blazing gaze head-on, willing him to see the truth laid bare.

"Don't you understand?" The words ripped from your throat in a wounded rasp. "I'll lose it. Lose myself completely if I let you pull me back under. I'm going crazy now. I can't even think properly. Stop this before I go insane"

Jungkook's expression didn't so much as flicker, that ferocious intensity pinning you in place just as surely as his body had moments before. His eyes burned, amber and smoldering, daring you to tear yourself away from the irresistible gravity of his orbit.

"You're already lost to me, baby," he murmured at last, each word a husky brand against the heated flush of your skin. "Have been since the moment I caught your scent on the night breeze and decided to make you mine."

A tremor lanced through you at the implacable vow, the delirious hunger underlying his promise. 

"I'm not some pretty little dream you can just walk away from when the night turns bleak, (Y/N)," he growled, and you felt the words reverberate through you like an electric impulse. "I'm the shadow over your heart, cast in every color of sin you've ever tasted and a thousand more you haven't even begun to name. You think you can just leave me like that?"

Try as you might, you would never fully escape the inescapable gravity of his making.

"You don't get to cut yourself free now, not after letting me inside to fester for so long," Jungkook continued, lifting his gaze to yours in a silent demand for your surrender. "That choice was made the night you whispered yes and guided me into that secret, sacred space you'll never be able to take back."

Hot, traitorous tears spilled over the brittle confines of your lashes, scoring blazing tracks down your flushed cheeks. In that moment, you realized the unvarnished truth of his words, accepted it with every aching fiber of your being.

You were bound to this elemental creature – this wildfire made flesh. You have to turn back. Now or never. Leaving behind love, the obsession, the devotion you utterly held for him. To save yourself from the rusted cell bars of the psyche ward. You were losing it. 

You harshly shoved Jungkook away, desperate to create space between you. "Stop! Stop this, please," you sobbed, sliding down the wall until you were crumpled on the floor. 

The tears flowed freely as you shook with the force of your anguished cries. Raking trembling hands through your disheveled hair, you squeezed your eyes shut, overwhelmed by the torrent of emotions crashing over you in waves. Each shuddering breath felt like shards of glass piercing your lungs.

You couldn't do this anymore - this constant push and pull, letting Jungkook drag you to the brink of shattering over and over again. Didn't he see how he was unraveling you, stripping away every last piece of who you were until there was nothing recognizable left?

Opening your reddened eyes, you fixed Jungkook with a haunted stare, reflecting back the myriad fractures now marring your wounded spirit. "I'm breaking, Jungkook," you confessed in a tremulous whisper. "Shattering into pieces under you. If I let you sweep me back into the chaos, I may never be able to put myself back together."

His words were a darkly seductive vow as his lips hovered a hairsbreadth from yours. "Let go of the remnants of who you used to be, and rise from the ashes as you were meant to - savage, merciless, and utterly, devastatingly mine."  

 

"Burn me to ashes," you whispered in utter capitulation. "Complete your terrible work and unmake me utterly. Then you can be free to find your next victim." your body shook as you were holding onto your last string of mental control. 

"I don't want to see you again," you stated, mustering every ounce of determination as you met his smoldering gaze head-on. 

A pained frown creased Jungkook's brow, but you pushed forward before he could protest. "We should not see each other again. Ever again." you stated. 

With shaking hands, you smoothed your rumpled dress, willing your voice not to waver as you took a fortifying breath. "Ever."

The idea of walking away from Jungkook's gravitational pull, from the searing intensity you had allowed to consume you utterly, felt like carved away pieces of your very soul. He had become the obsession around which your world orbited.

But you couldn't - wouldn't - let him reduce you to ashen ruins the way others had before. Not again. The memory of that heart-rending, soul-shredding agony was still too fresh. You have to do this. For the people who actually love you. 

Jungkook seemed to sense the shift in your demeanor, the implacable walls being erected to strengthen your decision. His lips parted as if to give you commands or pleas. You didn't want to know.

But you were done being a hapless pawn in someone else's blaze. 

"Don't," you warned, holding up a hand to forestall whatever soul-scouring onslaught he prepared to unleash. "I can't...I won't survive having my heart shattered into those many pieces again. Not even by you."

For a suspended moment, the air was thick with the weight of a thousand unvoiced farewells

Then, drawing every remaining reserve of your battered strength, you turned on your heel and simply...walked away. Each step sent an agonizingly painful ripple throughout your veins. 

You didn't look back to see the expression on Jungkook's face, didn't let yourself open to the pleas and sugarcoated words you knew would come. Just pressed onward, one agonizing footfall after another, until you had created enough distance to safeguard what little remained of your tattered, grievously wounded heart.

It would be a long, horrible journey to self-reconstruction from here, you knew.  But this time, no matter how many times the phantom pyre called out, you vowed to safety in the still, small quiet that follows in the wake of even the most cataclysmic blaze.

Because for all your beautiful ruin and tragic devotion, Jungkook's love had always been a wildfire - devastating as it was brilliant. And rising like a phoenix from those particular ashes was a feat your battered soul could no longer muster.

The familiar surroundings of your childhood home provided little solace as you stepped through the doorway, your dad's worried gaze immediately finding you.

"Sweetheart?" He crossed the room, wrapping you in the comforting embrace you hadn't realized you were desperately craving until that moment. "What happened? You look..."

"Broken," you supplied hoarsely when he trailed off. "I feel broken, dad."

Your mom appeared then, features creasing with maternal concern as she took in your disheveled appearance and the sorrow etched onto your face. "Oh, honey..."

You brushed away the tears that had already begun trickling down your cheeks anew. "I...I need to tell you both something. About Jungkook."

They exchanged a weighty look, but remained silent as you guided them to the cozy living room, sinking into the overstuffed armchair that had cradled you through so many tears and triumphs over the years.

And then, like a dam finally fracturing under inexorable pressure, the entire story came pouring out in a torrential swell. You laid bare every intoxicating high and devastating low of your relationship with Jungkook - the obsessive passion, the soul-scorching connections, and the alarming moments where darkness and volatility took the helm.

By the time you finished, your parents' expressions had shifted from shock to heartbroken empathy...and something else you couldn't quite put a name to. An emotion that looked suspiciously like disappointment.

Your dad was the first to break the heavy pall of silence. "Sweetheart, I can't say I'm surprised that boy turned out to be more trouble than he's worth." He sighed, raking a hand through his graying hair. "I knew we can't trust this Jungkook guy"

You blinked owlishly, surprised by his revelation. In all the turmoil of your relationship, your parents' approval had been the last thing on your mind.

Before you could respond, your mother reached over to clasp your hands in her soft, familiar grip.” It's okay sweetie. We are here for you”

Tears stung your eyes anew at her plaintive words and the unvarnished concern on their faces. Your parents had been silently standing vigil through the entire storm, hoping against hope that you would eventually see the gathering darkness for what it was.

"We never wanted to overstep, baby girl," your dad continued gruffly “But don't be blind again. And I'm glad you realized he's not good for you”

He leveled you with an intense, soul-searching stare that bordered on paternal command. "You need to get as far away from that boy as possible, you hear me? Cut every tie until he's nothing but a memory."

Your mother squeezed your hands, nodding . "It's the only way you'll ever begin to recover, find your spark again. That man...that relationship...it's not good for you baby. And I can't lose you again."

Unconsciously, you found yourself nodding along with their grave pronouncements, accepting the heavy truth of their concerns. You had been well on your way to obliteration at Jungkook's hand. No matter how brilliant and all-consuming the heat of his love burned, it was a pyre that would inevitably reduce you to scattered embers.

"You're right," you rasped, the words tasting of ash and resignation on your tongue. "I can't...I can't keep letting him consume me like that. It'll only end in total ruin eventually."

A tremulous inhale, followed by a fragile, failed attempt at a smile you hoped looked more reassuring than it felt. "But I could use some help picking up the pieces. Becoming myself again, for the first time in...I can't even remember how long."  

You dad nodded resolutely. "Of course, (Y/N/N). Anything you need." His expression softened then, suffused with naked paternal affection.

A week passed. You never went out of your house nor let Jungkook reach out. He's been wandering in your mind as well as your premises for the week. You were sitting on the kitchen counter as your mom made breakfast. Your dark eyebags evident. He's everywhere. In your dreams, in your bathroom mirror, beside you in bed. He doesn't seem to let go of your mind. 

Your phone screen lit up in another silenced message. Then you noticed the train of 56 missed calls from none other than the destroyer himself. Control (Y/N)

"Did I ever tell you about the plans your uncle has been cooking up?" Your dad started. 

You furrowed your brow in silent question, waiting for him to continue.

"Well, you know your childhood friend Mingyu has been sweet on you for years," he said wryly. "And between you and me, his father has had dreams of officially joining our families through marriage for about just as long."

You and Mingyu had been fast friends since you were young, bonding over afternoons spent pulling pranks around his family's sprawling estate. You admit that you had an undeniable crush on him since childhood. And you once told him that you'll marry him for sure. 

But you were too broken for finding love now. No. You're done with that bullshit. Your parents will only do the best for you. You knew it might seem sudden and hard to accept. But Mingyu is a gentleman and he could potentially help you get the reminisce of Jungkook wandering in the expanse of your mind. 

"Oh honey, don't look so scandalized," your mother laughed lightly, waving off your sudden bashfulness. "We would never push you into anything remotely serious right now, not after the hell you've been through. But you can consider. They're willing to wait"

Her expression softened, turning tender and reassuring in a way only a mother could as she reached out to brush a stray tendril of hair from your face.  

"But...if you're open to it, maybe reconnecting with an old friend might be just the gentle balm your poor heart needs right now? A chance to remember what feeling cherished and adored is supposed to look like, without all the sound and fury?"

As your parents exchanged a hopeful look, you knew this newest development might catalyze the journey on the road of healing ahead. Your parents were relieved that Mingyu’s family was oblivious to your little boyfriend. Your battered spirit would require more meticulous tending and time than a simple rebound could provide.

But at the same time, something in you unclenched slightly at the idea of allowing yourself to open up to the softer, steadier affections of someone who had been woven into your life since childhood. Someone inherently safe - who could teach you how to breathe easy with the assurance of a solid, labeled relationship. 

Perhaps Mingyu could help chart the path back to the person you had been before Jungkook's wildfire had scorched away every remaining sliver of recognition. It was a lifeline, a steadying tether you realized you desperately needed in order to keep your chin above the tides of despair that threatened to drown you utterly.

So you lifted your chin, mustered the ghost of a tremulous smile, and looked into the warm, hopeful eyes of your parents as you answered the only way you could.

"Reconnecting with an old friend actually sounds...really nice. I'll consider it” 

Why do I feel like I messed this chapter up. I felt like (Y/N) Mingyu thing was too abrupt. Cause (Y/N) is heartbroken and blah blah blah. Idk. Do you feel like it was in such a rush?

Finally a long chapter. I'll take a mini break. Probably for a week or two, if I feel like it. I like writing but I was lacking confidence in my writing, which made me not publish my stories for so long. But yeah. I do have some cringe story drafts. Long way. Talking about moonstruck. It'll be only traumatizing as it progresses. Some um expected moments and, idk. I don't wanna spoil it. I have a shitload of ideas in my head and most of the events in Moonstruck now weren't even planned when I first planned out the plot. Still, the important parts are yet to come… see ya in the next part. Feel free to let me know your thoughts. Honestly I love when readers comment I'm living for this. Love yall 

- Mars

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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Nine – Messing With The Wrong Hybrids}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

words: 7.8k!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: WARNING THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN MENTIONS OF ABUSE, DEATH, RAPE, MOLESTATION, ABDUCTION, EXPLICIT PROFANITY AND GRAPHICAL MURDER. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION⚠️

NOTE: The warning label has been thoughtfully placed at both the beginning and end of the content to ensure that individuals who may be easily triggered are given ample opportunity to avoid viewing it.

TRANSLATIONS

Un diavolo è stato risvegliato ed è ora pronto a divorare le anime di coloro che osano provocarlo: A devil has awoken and is now ready to devour the souls of those who dare provoke it

Sorellina: Baby sis

Fratello: Older brother

La tua morte sarà così dolorosa che desidererai di aver venduto la tua anima al diavolo: your death will be so painful you'll wish you sold your soul to the devil

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MATERIALIST

Heaven's POV

It has been a week since Jay told me about Jeong-sin and Woobin's sudden move for revenge, and I've been feeling uneasy ever since. Taking down woobin would be relatively easy for me, but my primary concern lies with the safety of the boys.

The boys are relatively new here, embracing their newfound freedom and camaraderie. I can't help but worry that their presence puts them at risk. While I have full confidence in my ability to protect them, the unpredictability of the situation keeps me on edge.

I've made a promise to myself to ensure the boys' safety and provide them with the life they deserve, a commitment I intend to uphold for the rest of my days. Their well-being is my top priority.

Lately, I've observed significant progress in the boys, particularly Jungkook, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin. They have been dedicated to their training, and it's starting to show. One notable change is their growing comfort around humans; they no longer shy away or lower their gaze when conversing with humans, a significant milestone for hybrids like them.

I've noticed that my hybrids haven't shifted at all ever since I removed the nano chips designed to alter their DNA. These chips were originally intended to prevent them from transforming into their animal forms. While I'm relieved that they no longer have this restriction, I can't help but worry about the impact it may have on their ability to connect with their animal sides.

I don't want to pressure them to shift, as I believe it's a personal and innate process. However, I also don't want them to unintentionally limit themselves from fully embracing their dual nature. Developing a strong bond with their animal counterparts is important for their well-being and overall identity.

I'll continue to observe and support them as they navigate this journey of self-discovery and transformation. My hope is that they will eventually feel comfortable enough to embrace all aspects of themselves, both human and animal, without any external limitations.

I was sitting at my desk in my cozy home office, surrounded by piles of work files that needed my attention. The only sound in the room was the soft scratching of my pen against paper as I reviewed documents and made notes. Suddenly, the peace was interrupted by the sound of my brother Marcus entering the room, his usually calm demeanour replaced by a look of anxiety and distress.

Marcus was always the hardest of my four siblings to understand. He had a way of keeping his emotions hidden, his facial expressions often unreadable. Even when he was engaging in what he jokingly referred to as 'the devil's playground,' where he would release hell on those who crossed him, his demeanour remained cool and collected.

So, seeing him in a state of panic was a rarity that sent a shiver down my spine. I could tell something serious had happened, or was about to happen, to prompt such a reaction from him.

"Marcus, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern as I watched him struggle to find the right words to express himself.

He hesitated, his words coming out in a jumble of stammers and half-sentences. It was clear that whatever had shaken him to this extent was serious.

"The b-boys... Namj- all-'' Marcus trailed off, unable to complete his sentence.

My mind raced as I tried to make sense of his fragmented words. The boys? My hybrids? The thought sent a chill down my spine. This couldn't be happening.

"Spit it out already! What has happened?!" I demanded, my voice rising in panic as I braced myself for the worst.

"They have been taken," Marcus whispered, his words hitting me like a ton of bricks.

As I processed Marcus's words, disbelief washed over me. Taken? How? By whom? I had just left them after breakfast to attend to some urgent business. The mere thought of them being missing sent shivers down my spine.

My trembling voice failed to mask the rising panic within me. "You're j-joking right?! This is a prank, right? Dante put you up to this, haha...you guys got me, it's not funny," I stammered, desperately grasping for any explanation other than the dreadful truth.

But Marcus's solemn expression dashed any hopes of it being a joke. His eyes bore into mine, conveying a reality I wasn't prepared to face. "No, it's not," he affirmed, his voice heavy with the weight of the revelation.

A whirlwind of thoughts raced through my mind. No, this can't be happening. They must be playing hide-and-seek in the backyard, or so I desperately tried to convince myself. The silence that followed was deafening, punctuated only by the echoes of my own racing heartbeat.

I quickly rushed out of my office, the urgency of the situation propelling me forward. Panic and confusion gripped me as I frantically searched through the entire mansion, my heart racing as I almost didn't notice the chaos that had unfolded in my own home.

The scene that greeted me was straight out of a nightmare - bloodstains marked the walls and floors, lifeless bodies scattered around, and the acrid smell of smoke hung heavily in the air. Firefighters and police officers were bustling about, putting out the flames and gathering statements from the shaken staff members.

How could this have happened under my own roof? The feeling of disbelief and powerlessness washed over me as I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the situation. I prided myself on being in control, on knowing everything that transpired within these walls. Yet, I had failed to prevent this catastrophe.

As I frantically tried to piece together what had gone wrong, it dawned on me that my office, my sanctuary within the mansion, was completely soundproof. A measure I had taken to shield myself from distractions, it now seemed like a cruel irony. The security alarms and cameras I had installed as a precaution now felt like a mocking reminder of my oversight.

Questions and doubts swirled in my mind, each more damning than the last. Why hadn't anyone alerted me to the danger? How had I been so oblivious to the brewing storm within my own home? The weight of my own ignorance bore down on me, a heavy burden of guilt and regret.

In that moment of clarity, a cold realisation gripped me - my arrogance and complacency had endangered everyone under my roof. The safety of my loyal employees, the well-being of those who served me without question, all had been jeopardized because of my own negligence.

The sinking feeling of failure gnawed at me, a bitter taste of remorse colouring my thoughts. I had been so sure of my invincibility, so certain that no one would dare challenge me, especially within the confines of my own domain. And yet, here I stood, a mere shadow of the woman I thought I was, my bravado shattered by the harsh reality of the present situation.

As the gravity of the situation sank in, a new sense of determination took hold. I would not rest until I had uncovered the truth, until I had rescued my boys and restored order to my shattered home.

I glanced around the room and spotted Andre and Dante engrossed in a conversation with Mr. Kim, a private investigator who had been working with our family for years. As I focused on them, I noticed the nurse tending to Dante's wound. My heart skipped a beat as concern flooded my mind. Our family lived an unpredictable life, constantly at risk of threats and danger. Even though we were well-prepared and skilled, the dangers always managed to find a way to inflict harm upon us.

I rushed towards Dante, my mind racing with worry. The sight of him injured stirred a mix of fear and protectiveness within me. I couldn't bear to see my loved ones in pain or in harm's way. Despite Dante being older than me by a year, I couldn't help but feel overly protective of him, as if he were the youngest in our family.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, my voice laced with concern as I reached Dante's side.

"I'm fine, sorellina," Dante reassured me with a weak smile, trying to downplay the severity of his injury. "It's just a scratch," he added, trying to ease my worries.

As Andre finished talking to the investigator and approached me, his face was a mask of calm, but his eyes betrayed the turmoil within. I could feel the weight of his words even before they left his lips, and I braced myself for the gut-wrenching truth that was about to unfold.

"Heaven, I'm sorry I couldn't protect them," Andre's voice cracked with raw emotion, and my heart clenched in response. His words echoed in my mind, each syllable heavy with guilt and regret. I could see the anguish etched on his features, the burden of failure weighing him down.

"I tried, I really did," Andre continued, his voice steadier now, but the pain still lingering beneath the surface. "But it all just happened so fast, we were so unprepared, unaware." His words hung in the air, a haunting reminder of the chaos that had descended upon us.

"I know who took them," he declared, his voice resolute.

My mind raced as he revealed the truth behind the attack.

Jeong-sin.

That bastard had orchestrated the assault on our estate with ruthless precision. His men had slipped past our defences, exploiting our vulnerabilities and striking when we least expected it.

"And I swear, even if it costs my life, I will bring them back." The intensity in his gaze was unwavering, a promise forged in steel.

I tried to speak, to offer words of solace or reassurance, but the lump in my throat choked back any sound. Tears threatened to spill over, but I held them in check, refusing to crumble under the weight of despair. I had to be strong, for them, for the boys who were now out there, lost and vulnerable.

Tight hugs were exchanged with my brothers before I decided to make my way upstairs. The thought of them following me made my heart ache, so I was relieved to find myself climbing the stairs alone, avoiding a potential emotional breakdown in front of them.

Skipping the elevator, I made my way to the third floor where both my room and the hybrids' rooms were positioned. Moving from one room to another, I collected each of their hoodies, finding solace in the familiarity of their scents.

Finally settling into the large room where the boys used to hang out, I allowed the weight of the situation to hit me. As I curled up on the couch, surrounded by their hoodies, the tears began to flow uncontrollably. It was a release I hadn't experienced in a long time, each teardrop carrying the weight of the emotions I had been holding back.

In that moment of vulnerability, I realised just how much these guys meant to me. Their absence felt like a gaping hole in my chest, a void that couldn't be filled. The depth of my emotions took me by surprise, leaving me feeling raw and exposed.

As the tears continued to fall, I couldn't help but reflect on the bond that we shared.

When my eyes finally gave out and I was unable to cry anymore, I just lay there, feeling limp and soulless. It was as if a piece of me had been taken away, leaving a hollow emptiness in its wake.

As the silence enveloped me, my mind drifted down memory lane, reliving all the precious moments we had shared. I could almost hear Jungkook and Taehyung bickering over who would get to have pets first, their playful banter filling the room with warmth. Yoongi, ever the quiet one, would come and rest his head on my lap, seeking comfort in our little family.

I could picture Hobi meticulously grooming his tail before moving on to groom Jimin, who was lazily sprawled out on the couch. Their bond was unbreakable, a testament to the love we all shared.

Jin, the eternal caretaker, would be in the kitchen, lost in thought as he planned out our next meal. Namjoon, always the intellectual, would be seated by the window, engrossed in a book, his eyes dancing with curiosity and wonder.

The memories flooded my mind, each one a bittersweet reminder of what once was. It almost felt as though they were still here with me, their presence lingering in the air like a faint whisper. The ache in my heart grew stronger, and I could feel the tears welling up once again, threatening to spill over.

I slowly rose from the spot where I had been wallowing in heartache and despair for what felt like an eternity. The weight of grief bore down on me, making each movement a struggle, but I fought through the pain. As I stood up, a fire ignited within me.

"I am Heaven fucking Valentino," I whispered to myself, my voice filled with determination. "I will not allow myself to drown in tears any longer. I will find a way to bring my boys back, no matter the cost."

The thought of the ones who had taken my loved ones away from me fueled a rage that I had kept hidden, right beneath the surface, like a dark entity had consumed me.

They would pay for their actions, they would suffer as I had suffered. I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white with determination.

A sinister thought crept into my mind, a darkness that I had never known before.

"Un diavolo è stato risvegliato ed è ora pronto a divorare le anime di coloro che osano provocarlo," I thought, the words dripping with malice. A devil had been awoken within me, and it hungered for vengeance.

Nothing would stand in the way of me reuniting with my boys. I would move heaven and earth, confront demons and angels, if that's what it took to bring them back to me.

They may have thought they had won by taking my loved ones away, but they had awoken a force within me that would not rest until justice was served.

I squared my shoulders, ready to face whatever lay ahead. The road to redemption would be long and treacherous, but I was determined to walk it, no matter the cost. The echoes of my vow filled the room, a solemn oath to myself and to my hybrids.

3rd Person's POV

~3 Weeks Later: Unknown~

The cold, damp air clung to the seven unclothed hybrids as they found themselves chained to the unforgiving stone wall. They were huddled together, their bodies pressed tightly against one another for some semblance of warmth and comfort. Each of them bore an expression of defeat, their eyes vacant and haunted by the horrors they had endured.

Despite the physical closeness, a palpable sense of isolation hung heavy in the air. The chains that bound them served as a cruel reminder of their captivity, stripping them of their autonomy and dignity. They felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly powerless in the face of their oppressors.

Every breath they took was laced with fear and uncertainty. The promise of freedom had been nothing but a cruel illusion, shattered by the harsh reality of their existence. They had dared to dream of equality, of a world where they could coexist with humans without fear or prejudice. But now, as they huddled together in chains, they knew that those dreams were nothing but a fantasy.

Regret gnawed at them, a bitter taste in their mouths as they reflected on their misplaced trust. They had believed in a future where they could stand proudly alongside their human counterparts, where they could claim their rightful place in society. But now, as they trembled in the darkness, they realized the futility of their hopes.

The weight of betrayal bore down on them, crushing their spirits as they grappled with the harsh truth of their situation. The promises of liberty and freedom had been nothing more than empty words, designed to placate and deceive. Their hopes had been manipulated, their trust exploited for the benefit of those who saw them as nothing more than objects to be controlled.

A sense of helplessness settled over them, suffocating in its intensity. They knew that resistance would only bring more pain, more suffering. And so, they clung to each other, seeking solace in the simple act of being together in their shared despair.

As they shivered in the darkness, a flicker of defiance sparked within them. Despite their desolation, a glimmer of determination kindled in their hearts. They may have been chained, they may have been broken, but they refused to be silenced.

~FLASHBACK: Day After The Kidnap~

Ice-cold water splashed over their huddled forms, shrieks of shock and surprise filling the dimly lit room. The abrupt intrusion of reality yanked them from the depths of slumber, their bodies tensing with immediate alertness.

“Wake up, filthy hybrids!” The voice that cut through the air was raspy and harsh, carrying the weight of authority and disdain.

The hybrids stirred, their eyes flickering open to survey their surroundings with a mix of confusion and apprehension. The man loomed over them, his features contorted into a scowl that radiated contempt and power. It didn't take long for the hybrids to piece together the grim situation they found themselves in.

“SHUT UP!” The command was barked out with force, causing them to flinch at the sheer hostility in his tone.

The Jaguar growled low in his throat, a primal instinct rising to the surface in the face of perceived threat. Before he could react further, a surge of electricity coursed through his body, convulsing him in agony as he let out a pained cry.

“Growl at me again, and I'll shock another one of you motherfuckers.” The threat hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play. The hybrids, though seething with suppressed rage and defiance, wisely chose to hold their tongues and contain their feral impulses.

Where were they? They had been playing outside in the warm afternoon sun when chaos erupted. The sound of the explosion still echoed in their ears, and the sight of the armed men storming towards them was etched in their memories.

They had fought back, the adrenaline coursing through their veins giving them a surge of strength. But the men had been too many, too well-equipped, and soon darkness had claimed them.

Now, they found themselves in a dimly lit room, the cold metal bars of a cage enclosing them. Panic gripped their hearts as they scanned their unfamiliar surroundings, searching for a way out, for any sign of hope. Where were they? How had they ended up here?

Amidst the confusion and fear, another thought nagged at them – Heaven. Was she safe? Did she even know they were missing? The boys were desperate for answers, for reassurance that their Human was unharmed.

Their musings were interrupted by the harsh voice of a man in the shadows. His words cut through the silence like a knife, filled with malice and contempt. He spoke of Heaven in a way that made the boys bristle with anger, his crude insinuations igniting a fierce protectiveness within them.

"That woman is one kinky bitch," the man sneered, his tone dripping with disdain. "I'm not surprised, it's always the stuck-up ones that tend to be wolves in sheep's clothing." His words were like poison, fueling the fire of rage in the boys' hearts.

In that moment, they felt a bond of solidarity with Heaven, a fierce determination to protect her honour and dignity. The man's attempt to degrade her only strengthened their resolve, their loyalty unwavering.

“I bet you pleasure her every night, making her moan as she glorifies herself in her fortune,” the man continued, his words laced with contempt.

Yoongi's eyes blazed with unbridled fury, his chest heaving with rage as he glared at the man in front of him. How dare this despicable human talk about Heaven in such a disrespectful way?

“You think you can speak about Heaven like that, you disgusting excuse for a human?” Yoongi's voice was low, sharp with anger.

He could feel the tension crackling in the air, the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he shook the cage with a violent fervour. The man, unfazed by Yoongi’s display of rage, smirked.

“Who the hell do you think you are talking to, you pathetic excuse of an experiment?” The man’s voice dripped with contempt as he raised a shock stick, threateningly advancing towards Yoongi. But Yoongi stood his ground, his defiance unwavering.

No one was allowed to disrespect the one human that Yoongi held dear. His loyalty to Heaven burned like a fierce flame within him, guiding his actions as he faced off against the man with the shock stick.

As the man poised to strike with the shock stick, Yoongi’s muscles tensed, gripping the bars of the cage and just as the man's arm swung forward,

“NOW!” Yoongi's voice boomed through the room, a command that sent a ripple of urgency through the other hybrids. With a synchronised effort, they threw themselves against the cage, their combined strength testing the limits of its hinges.

The metal groaned under the force of their combined efforts, straining against the weight of the hybrids pushing against it. The tension in the room was palpable as the cage creaked and shuddered.

And then, with one final push, the cage gave way. The door swung open with a loud clang, sending the man stumbling back in shock. Yoongi emerged from the confines of his prison, his eyes ablaze with determination as he faced down his captor.

As they were finally set free from the confines of their cage, the man's trembling hands gripped the shock stick tightly as he stumbled backward in fear. His attempts to assert authority were feeble as he waved the weapon in front of the liberated hybrids, his voice quivering with false bravado.

“S-stay back, you freaks! I won't hesitate to use this!” he stammered, his words lacking the conviction needed to command respect.

As the ragtag group made their way out of the cage, there was a sudden shift in the atmosphere. A collective hush fell over them, their bodies frozen in a moment of eerie stillness. Gradually, their once-human eyes darkened, their forms contorting as claws and fangs emerged, transforming them into grotesque, bestial figures.

The sight was nothing short of ghastly; their twisted appearances bordered on the demonic, exuding an aura of malevolence that chilled the very air around them.

“What in the world?!” The man's voice cracked with disbelief, his fear escalating as he scrambled to his feet. “I didn't think you could get any freakier than this, you sick freaks, back off!” his panicked words failed to mask the rising terror in his tone.

In a fatal misjudgment, the man's futile attempt to stand his ground prompted one of the hybrids—a jaguar-human hybrid—to launch a vicious attack. With a primal snarl, the hybrid leaped upon him, driving its elongated claws deep into the man's chest. A piercing scream of agony pierced the air as the hybrid dragged its lethal appendage down the man's writhing form, leaving a trail of crimson in its wake.

“What was that you said, huh?” a guttural voice, dripping with malice, cut through the man's cries of pain. It was Yoongi, his once-familiar voice now distorted by an otherworldly presence, bearing no semblance to the man he once was.

Rendered speechless by searing pain, the man could only gasp in torment as Yoongi's words, laced with venom, reverberated in the air.

Observing the brutal scene unfolding before them, the other hybrids wore twisted grins of satisfaction, relishing the man's suffering as though it were a perverse form of retribution.

“You are tainted with the stench of decay, a foul odour that sickens me. I despise the smell of rot, but the scent of your putrid flesh decomposing shall be a welcome change,” Yoongi's voice, now a sinister growl, resonated with a primal thirst for vengeance. His words dripped with a chilling promise of further violence, a dark vendetta incarnate.

As Yoongi stood there, looking at the grisly scene he had created, a small sense of satisfaction washed over him. It wasn't just about vengeance anymore; it was about asserting dominance, showing that no one could cross him or his pack without facing dire consequences. Each tear of flesh, each crack of bone, was a message to anyone else who dared to challenge them.

The man's pitiful cries echoed in the room, gradually subsiding as his life drained away. Yoongi relished in the agony he had inflicted, savouring every moment of the man's suffering. It wasn't enough for him to just end his life quickly; he wanted him to feel the full weight of his wrath, to understand the extent of his mistake.

But as the man's last breath left his body, Yoongi and the rest of the guys felt a shift in the air. The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the ragged breathing of the hybrids. They had all witnessed what he had done, had all dwelled in dark satisfaction and the man’s misery but that was all a momentary high.

Their reactions ranged from horror to utter disgust. Even Hoseok, usually the most optimistic of them all, couldn't hide his shivers at the sight.

“What just happened?" he managed to choke out, his voice tinged with fear.

“We'll think about this later, we need to get out of here first-'' Jin started, but his words were cut off by the sudden hiss of gas starting to fill the room.

The hybrids coughed and sputtered, their lungs burning as they struggled to breathe in the toxic fumes. Despite their best efforts, the gas soon overwhelmed them, and one by one, they fell to the ground, unconscious once again.

Little did they know that the events of that night had triggered something dark within them, awakening their primal instincts and setting their animal sides free.

As they lay there, unaware of the imminent danger they were in, the hybrids' transformation had only just begun. Their latent powers surged to the surface, mixing with the bloodlust in their veins and fueling a hunger for control that threatened to consume them all.

The shift was not just physical; it was a change in their very essence, turning them into feral, feared beings that would stop at nothing to assert their dominance.

If they let their animal sides take control, the hybrids would become merciless predators, a force to be reckoned with in a world that was unprepared for their power.

The danger wasn't just in what they had become, but in the havoc they could wreak if they lost themselves to their primal urges. They were on the verge of unleashing a darkness that could consume them all.

~Present day~

Namjoon POV

Since that dreadful day, our lives have been a living nightmare. We found ourselves waking up in a dingy basement, trapped in a horrifying ordeal orchestrated by unknown assailants. The sheer brutality of our captors' actions left us utterly broken and demoralised.

We were subjected to unspeakable acts of violence – physically and emotionally abused, stripped of our dignity, and forced to endure unimaginable suffering.

The group has reached a breaking point. The relentless torment we've endured has taken its toll, shattering our spirits and extinguishing any flicker of hope. The overwhelming sense of helplessness and despair weighs heavily on all of us.

Amidst the despair and agony, a troubling accusation emerged – that Heaven was somehow involved in our harrowing ordeal. Despite the evidence pointing towards her involvement, I struggled to accept that someone we held dear could betray us in such a cruel manner. However, the guys were convinced of her guilt, their belief unwavering in the face of mounting suspicions.

I found myself torn between loyalty to my pack and a lingering faith in Heavens’ goodness. I attempted to reason with them, to persuade them that Heaven would never betray us and that salvation might yet be within reach. Yet, my words fell on deaf ears, their resolve unyielding in the face of overwhelming despair.

As the de facto leader of our pack, I grappled with feelings of inadequacy and failure. I could sense the weight of responsibility pressing down on me, the burden of ensuring the safety and well-being of my packmates becoming almost unbearable.

The sight of my packmates battered and broken, their spirits crushed and their hope extinguished, filled me with a profound sense of guilt and helplessness.

Hobi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook bore the brunt of our captors' cruelty. Jungkook, in particular, bore the scars of our ordeal most deeply, his spirit shattered to the point of withdrawing into a state of detachment and resignation– little space.

Witnessing the toll that our suffering had taken on them, seeing them reduced to mere shells of themselves, filled me with a profound sense of grief and powerlessness.

As we languished in our grim captivity, I grappled with feelings of despair and resignation.

I glance around at my pack mates, seeing the frustration and anger mirrored in their eyes. Being unable to help Jungkook and Jimin as they are taken yet again is tearing us apart. We know the consequences of defying humans, but it doesn't make it any easier to watch our brothers be dragged away.

The door creaks open, and my heart sinks as Jimin is shoved into the room. His face is a mess - red and swollen from repeated blows, with deep scratches marring his skin. I can feel my blood boiling at the sight of his injuries, at the injustice of it all.

The guards handle him roughly, pushing him towards the cage where I'm confined. Jimin stumbles and falls to the ground, a pathetic sight that ignites a fire in my chest. How dare they treat him like this? How dare they take away his dignity and his pride?

I focus on keeping my growls low as the guards threaten me, their eyes gleaming with malice. They enjoy our suffering, revelling in their power over us. But I refuse to cower before them, to let them break me down.

My blood boils as I listen to the guards disrespect Jimin. I can feel the anger pulsing through my veins, the urge to protect him at any cost overwhelming me. Seeing the marks of violence on his back and neck only fuels my fury further. No one should ever lay a hand on one of our own.

The mention of Jungkook brings a different kind of frustration. The guards' crude comments and objectification of him make my blood boil even more. It's sickening to hear them talk about him as if he's some kind of object to be used and discarded. Jungkook deserves respect, he is My packmate.

I clench my fists, trying to calm myself down. The guards may be ignorant and cruel, but I can't let their words dictate my actions. I need to focus on protecting my pack and standing up for what's right, no matter how infuriating the situation may be.

As the guards leave the basement, their laughter echoing in the hallway, I can't help but worry about what other injustices may be happening in this place. The fact that they see us as nothing more than tools for their pleasure and profit is sickening. We're so much more than that. We're a pack, a family, and we deserve to be treated as such.

I turn to Jimin, his eyes filled with pain and exhaustion. I know he's strong, but even the strongest of us have their breaking points. I reach out a hand to him, offering whatever comfort and support I can provide. We may be in a dark and unforgiving place, but we'll get through this together. As long as we stand united, we can overcome any challenge that comes our way.

I just hope Jungkook is at least spared today.

TRIGGER CONTENT AHEAD ⚠️

3rd Person's POV

As the hours tick by, the heavy creak of the basement door echoes through the dimly lit room. Two guards, their faces etched with a mixture of disgust and dominance, are shoving a muzzled panther hybrid inside. The air is thick with tension as the powerful scent of fear and adrenaline fills the space.

"Fucking hybrid bit one of Ms. Park's friends. Listen here, you little fucker, I'm gonna show you what happens when you mess with your superior," one guard growls, his voice laced with a sinister edge, a twisted smirk playing on his lips.

The hybrid's eyes gleam with defiance as it struggles against the unyielding grip of the guards. The other hybrids in the room let out low growls, the primal instinct to protect their own kicking in. They watch in silent fury as the youngest among them is dragged to the centre of the room, chains rattling ominously with each step.

With mechanical efficiency, the guards restrain the hybrid, chaining his hands and legs with a cruel lack of concern for his well-being. The muzzle is fastened tightly around his jaws, stifling any protests or cries for mercy. The room is a powder keg ready to explode, the tension so thick it's almost palpable.

As the guards step back, a palpable sense of anticipation hangs in the air. The hybrid, now subdued but still defiant, stares back at his captors with a mixture of fear and anger burning in his eyes. The room is silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the guards and the low, menacing growls of the other hybrids.

It is a cruel display of power, a reminder of the hierarchy that dominates their twisted world. The guards revel in their authority, their twisted pleasure at the sight of the hybrid's submission evident in their cruel smiles.

As the brutal scene unfolded, Jungkook's agony only seemed to fuel the guards' sadistic pleasure. With a smirk on his face, one of the guards commanded his friend to join in on the cruel act. The sound of the belt being unbuckled echoed through the room, signaling the beginning of the torture.

A wave of pain surged through Jungkook's body as he was struck repeatedly on the back, each blow causing him to cry out in distress. Sore and covered in blood, he lay defenceless on the ground, his spirit broken by the relentless assault.

The cruelty didn't stop there. In a display of horrifying brutality, one of the guards forced himself on Jungkook, violating him in the most despicable manner. The other guard followed suit, taking turns in dehumanising and abusing the helpless hybrid.

Meanwhile, the other hybrids in the cage could only watch in horror and helplessness as their companion suffered at the hands of these vile men. Their growls and cries of fury mixed with the sound of metal bars being rattled in a futile attempt to break free. The cage, designed to withstand the strength of hybrids, held firm, mocking their desperate attempts to rescue Jungkook from his torment.

Jungkook's screams and moans reverberated through the room, a haunting symphony of pain that only seemed to fuel the guards' twisted pleasure. Their laughter and jeers filled the air, mixing with the sounds of the hybrid's suffering to create a sickening cacophony of depravity.

As the guards reveled in the misery they had inflicted upon Jungkook, a sense of dread hung heavy in the air. The darkness of the room seemed to seep into the very souls of those present, staining them with the taint of their vile deeds.

Just then the basement door flew open with a deafening creak, announcing the unexpected intrusion, the room fell into a tense silence. All eyes turned towards the mysterious woman who barged in, dressed head to toe in a black tight leather jumpsuit and a ski mask that concealed her identity. The guards, who had been in the middle of a vile act toward Jungkook, froze in their tracks, their expressions a mix of shock and fear.

Jungkook, laying half-conscious on the ground, struggled to focus through the haze of pain and confusion. Suddenly, a familiar scent wafted towards him, cutting through the chaos around him. Lavender and baby powder. The scent triggered a memory, a connection that stirred in his clouded mind.

The hybrids, who had been prisoners in this grim basement, looked at the woman with a mixture of shock and a glimmer of hope. They had endured torment and misery at the hands of their captors, and this unexpected arrival brought a spark of uncertainty into the air.

The woman's gaze swept over the room, her eyes locking onto each of the hybrids before settling on the guards who were still occupied with Jungkook. A wave of anger and determination flashed across her face, hardening her features.

“Heaven…” Jungkook's weak voice whispered softly before succumbing to unconsciousness, his body finally giving in to the pain and exhaustion.

The woman's voice sliced through the tense atmosphere, dripping with venom and rage as she confronted the guards.

“How dare you HOW. DARE. YOU. PUT. YOUR. FILTHY. HANDS. ON. MY. HYBRIDS?!” Each word laced with a promise of retribution, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Closing the distance between her and the guards, she exuded a palpable aura of danger. The guards, momentarily caught off guard by her presence and boldness, dared to question her identity.

"Who the fuck are you?" one of them hissed, defiance colouring his words.

A chilling smile crept onto the woman's face, her eyes glinting with a dangerous light.

“I'm the devil, and I'm here to take you to hell,” she retorted, her words laced with a sinister promise of justice.

The guards, faced with a force they had not anticipated, exchanged uneasy glances. In that moment, they realised that they were not dealing with a mere intruder – they were facing someone who held power beyond their comprehension.

As the guards ominously raised their guns, the tension in the room thickened. They pointed their weapons directly at her, ready to fire at any moment. But she remained calm, her heart pounding in her chest as she whispered into her earpiece.

"Jay now!" And in a deafening roar, a bomb exploded, sending shockwaves through the room and hurling everyone into chaos.

Amidst the smoke and debris, she swiftly regained her footing and locked eyes on the man who had violated Jungkook. With a swift movement, she took hold of her knife and sliced through his groin, causing him to let out a gut-wrenching scream of agony.

As he writhed in pain, she taunted him, "Oops, wrong body part." With a cold determination, she drove the blade into his left eye, eliciting even more cries of anguish.

But she wasn't done yet. With a merciless resolve, she viciously stabbed the guard multiple times, each thrust releasing a disturbing gush of blood. And with one final, fatal blow, she plunged the knife deep into his skull, ending his life in an instant.

The room fell silent, save for the echoes of the man's final screams.

“Crazy bitch, who the fuck are you, huh?!"

The other guard, trembling and desperate, attempted to reach for his gun but found himself abruptly stopped as Namjoon, appearing seemingly out of nowhere, sank his teeth into the guard's leg with a savage ferocity. The other hybrids swiftly joined in, tearing and mutilating the guard's body in a brutal display of retribution.

END OF TRIGGERING CONTENT ⚠️

With the cage now broken open from the explosion, Heaven wasted no time and rushed to Jungkook's motionless form. Overwhelmed by a mix of relief and exhaustion, she weakly called out into her earpiece,

"Fratello, please come quick," her voice trembling with emotion as she sank to the ground, the weight of the harrowing ordeal finally catching up to her.

As chaos and violence unfolded around her, one thing was clear - she was a force to be reckoned with, a formidable presence in a world of darkness and danger, willing to do whatever it took to protect those she cared about.

As the rush of adrenaline subsided, a wave of sentiments that she had been keeping at bay crashed over her like an unstoppable force. She felt a whirlwind of emotions - from revulsion to despair, feeling completely erratic and shattered. Her hybrid, lying on her lap, was in a pitiful state, maimed, suffering, and deeply traumatised.

The weight of guilt bore down on her, her mind reeling with the same haunting question - how could she have allowed this to happen? It was her carelessness that had led to this tragedy.

If only she had stayed vigilant, none of this would have transpired, and the boys would have been safe at home, frolicking and cuddling with each other while watching a movie - instead of the grim reality that now unfolded before her.

"Why did this have to happen? Why you? If only I had arrived sooner, if only I hadn't left you alone, none of this would have occurred. I failed you... as your guardian, your protector, and most importantly, as your friend. You didn't deserve this... you don't deserve this. I should have been there for you... I should have..." Her voice trailed off into a desolate whisper, choked with emotion.

She found herself unable to articulate the depth of her anguish; it felt like her very essence was being torn asunder as she gazed upon the injured hybrids. They gazed back at her, an amalgam of conflicting emotions apparent in their eyes.

Did they truly believe the accusations against her? Was this all part of some elaborate scheme? If so, why did she intervene to save them once more? Why was she there with them in their darkest hour?

Confusion and turmoil reigned supreme among the hybrids, their trust shattered, their wounds both physical and emotional raw and exposed. The woman before them remained an enigma - a figure of both mystery and reproach, leaving them adrift in a sea of uncertainty and doubt.

As they cautiously approached the pair, a makeshift barrier formed by the hybrids shielded Heaven and Jungkook. The tense atmosphere was disrupted as guards representing the formidable Valentino family, along with her brothers, arrived on the scene.

Attempting to edge closer, the Valentino guards were met with fierce snarls from the hybrids, a clear indication to maintain a safe distance. Sensing the escalating tension, she intervened with a calm yet emotionless request directed at Andre.

"Hey Andre, could you do me a favour and give us a moment? We'll catch up with you later, alright?" Her voice carried an air of detachment as she spoke.

Just as Dante seemed poised to speak, Marcus intervened, prompting Andre to signal the guards to depart, leaving them alone to address the pressing situation at hand.

Feeling the weight of the fraught situation, she knelt before the group, her hands clasped tightly as she offered a heartfelt apology tinged with regret.

"I know mere words may seem inadequate at this point. No amount of apologies can erase the pain you've endured. If my actions have eroded your trust, I understand. But before you make any decisions, can we please leave this place and talk somewhere else?" Her plea was earnest, a mix of desperation and sincerity evident in her tone.

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air as they gazed at Jungkook's motionless form, contemplating her words. It was Namjoon who broke the silence, stepping forward to gently pat her head, a gesture of comfort and understanding.

In that moment, she looked up, meeting Namjoon's gaze as he uttered a few softly spoken words that held a glimmer of acceptance.

"Let's go," his voice was gentle, a faint smile playing on his lips, signalling a tentative truce amidst the chaos that had enveloped them.

Namjoon's face was grim as he gave a subtle nod to Jin, Yoongi, and Hobi. Without a word, they each took a silent step forward, their eyes determined as they carefully lifted Jungkook's unconscious form.

With a shared understanding, Heaven rose from her crouched position on the ground, her resolve firm as she led the way out of the dingy basement. The air was thick with tension, and the collective anger that simmered within the group was palpable.

As they made their way through the dimly lit corridors, Heaven's thoughts were consumed by a relentless desire for vengeance against Kim Jeong-sin. The mere mention of his name sent a shiver down her spine, igniting a fire of hatred and malevolence within her that burned hot and fierce.

"You've messed with the wrong hybrids, Kim Jeong-sin," she vowed silently, her voice laced with venom. Her gaze was steely as she envisioned the reckoning that awaited the man who had dared to cross them. "Very soon, you and your brother will be reunited. I promise you that."

The promise hung heavy in the air, a dark omen of the storm that was brewing on the horizon. Heaven's heartbeat with a fierce determination, her steps steady as they brought her closer to the reckoning she sought.

Revenge, she knew, would be a dish best served cold. The taste of vindication would be bittersweet, a symphony of justice and retribution that would echo through the halls of time.

With each passing moment, her certainty grew, fueling the flames of her resolve. She would be their worst nightmare, a force to be reckoned with, a harbinger of doom for those who dared to cross her path.

And as they emerged from the shadows of the shabby building, Heaven's eyes burned with a fierce intensity, her soul ablaze with a thirst for vengeance that knew no bounds.

"I'll be your worst fucking nightmare," she seethed, her voice low and dangerous. "La tua morte sarà così dolorosa che desidererai di aver venduto la tua anima al diavolo."

The words hung in the air like a curse, a promise of pain and suffering that would consume those who had wronged her. And as they faded into the night, Heaven's resolve remained unyielding, a beacon of wrath and retribution that would not be denied

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Hey there lovely readers 🌟,

I hope you're all doing well! I just wanted to drop in and give you an update on the latest chapter of my story.

Firstly, I have to apologise for the delay in updating. This chapter really took a toll on me, and I needed to be in the right headspace to write it. The scenes I crafted were quite intense and emotionally draining. It's amazing how our minds can conjure up such disturbing imagery, isn't it?

I understand that the content of this chapter may be unsettling for some of you. The graphic descriptions and scenes portrayed may evoke strong emotions, and I truly appreciate your willingness to engage with them. I want to reassure you that this is a work of fiction, none of it is real, so please don't take it to heart.

In the midst of all this darkness, I want to emphasise the importance of practising good mental health. It's crucial not only for ourselves but also for those around us. Taking care of our emotional well-being is essential, especially when we're exposed to challenging narratives like the one in this chapter.

I want to thank each and every one of you for your support, feedback, and encouragement. Your comments and votes mean the world to me and keep me motivated to continue writing. I know this chapter may not be everyone's cup of tea, and that's okay. Your comfort and well-being matter, so please take care of yourselves first.

If you choose to continue reading, I deeply appreciate your dedication and open-mindedness. Rest assured, the next chapter will be less haunting, and I promise a lighter tone ahead. Remember, it's not the end of the world, and there's always a glimmer of hope in every story.

Thank you for being such amazing readers and for accompanying me on this journey. Your support means everything to me. Stay strong, stay positive, and never forget to prioritise your mental health.

Sending you all my warmest regards and gratitude,

Your apologetic favourite AUTHOR-NIM 🙏🏾🤧❤️

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[gamblersdoll]

starting a guts x reader short story, im thinking between 4-7 parts.

this will be after the eclipse, so there is angst and sad parts, but the trigger warnings will be listed as follows:

murder, death, rape mention, (no one will experience rape in this case.) violence, blood.

any labels: smut, 18+, and fluff, humor, dark humor.

please note that any of the most triggering things i can conclude will probably have a community labeling “mature content.” if dark content is not your thing, please do not read nor inbox me *again* saying its “too dark” or “too triggering.”

lastly, more guts x nerd is about to come out,

and camgirl! reader x guts is coming.

thank you, and anyone wanting tags in any of the chapters just leave them below. i love you all. 🩶

[bthump]

so does tumblr hide stuff with a mature content label from showing up on the dash then? the thing i posted is on my blog page

but not on my dash and like??? i know i don't have the baby filters on so what gives here? it's not flagged, at least not yet.

ETA never mind it's flagged again lol. oh well. the basic jist was: here is how the rape is visually depicted and structured to centre casca's arousal in light of realizing a lot of berserk fans apparently missed that and are big mad about miura mentioning it.

[imptwins]

The thing is right, even before I was fully into dark kink (or 'proship' if you wanna call it that) I still wrote things with problematic undertones. Everyone does. Even the most wholesome media properties have dark themes. Steven Universe has characters - protagonists, mind - using, manipulating, lying to each other. She-Ra, Gravity Falls, The Owl House, all the most celebrated modern 'cartoons that appeal to adults' kinda shows have this kind of stuff in them, not to even mention anime and plain ole live action shows/movies. But before, I masked it. I had characters do things that were out of character for them to avoid something that would actually fall under a category or - much worse - I portrayed things that technically were in that category but just told myself I was skirting the line enough that it wouldn't actually fall into it. Most properties do this. You'd be hard pressed to find anyone who deals in mature themes - let alone outright porn - who hasn't ever depicted something that would most likely, without a 'headcanon' that there were negotiations beforehand, fall under a category of (sexual/)abuse, (sexual/)harassment, or simply rape. I've mentioned those tropes more than enough; a spur of the moment touch or kiss that one character is shocked about at first but realizes they like, mild blackmail, nagging, or duress played off as banter, the ever-popular Sleeping Beauty moments. Again, Steven Universe frequently depicts domestic abuse even from protagonists. I use SU as an example of this a lot because it was there for my whole 'arc' for problematic content; first being blind to it, then realizing the themes were there and feeling really conflicted and confronted, and then coming to appreciate that the show dealt with them in mature and realistic ways, that showed flawed people who made mistakes and weren't demonized for it, but were given the chance to learn and grow. Like I shouldn't have to point out how bad Pearl can be sometimes. A really big moment for me was when a close friend wound up triggered from one of my works, because they correctly pointed out that the consent in it was dubious at best. I wound up adding a dubcon CW, but I felt awful about it. Both because I'd hurt a friend and because that was what I'd written, without even really meaning to. It wasn't that I didn't understand consent, I knew that I was skirting the line when I wrote it. But I was so afraid of the tag, of the label. And as a result not only did I upset a friend, I also wrote something that wasn't as good as I could have. I shied away from it, when if I had have just embraced from the start that I was writing dubcon and actually leaned into it, there would've been more interesting and mature themes that I could have explored. Instead I tried to never quite cross the line, and it upset someone anyway. It should have been tagged from the start. But only ONE PERSON out of the like 30 people who read it took issue, because it personally triggered them. To be totally honest, I could have just ignored them, said 'one out of thirty must mean they're over-sensitive,' and went on with my day. I think this is what leads to SO MUCH mainstream work that has this kind of stuff in it. Someone doing something that by all rights qualifies as sexual assault, but just isn't tagged. Because people WILL just let them get away with doing it as long as they have some plausible deniability room that it wasn't really noncon or blackmail or abuse. But if they put the tag on? Now, people will simply call them a [accusation] without even really looking through their work. Those people probably wouldn't have ever been interested in the first place, but tagging it makes you a target. So, good job antis, you've created an atmosphere where people would rather not tag something and pretend it's not as dark as it is, or bypass tags, than just use them. Because you'll doxx and threaten people who conscientiously tag, and ignore works that straight up depict domestic abuse as long as it's coy about it, and pretend that's not what it is.

[tbhimnoteasyonmyself]

Desperate Pleasures (7950 words) by TBHImNotEasyOnMyself Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin/Nie Huaisang, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin & Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Nie Huaisang & Nie Mingjue, Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao & Nie Huaisang, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin & Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin & Jin Ling | Jin Rulan Characters: Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin, Nie Huaisang Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Hurt, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Attempts at comfort, Light Angst, Comfort/Angst, Conversations, Late Night Conversations, Relationship Discussions, Arguing, Death Threats, Emotional Baggage, Emotional Constipation, Emotional Outbursts, Emotional Roller Coaster, Crying, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Forgiveness, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Complicated Relationships, Smut, Shameless Smut, Sex, Gay Sex, Switching, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch Nie Huaisang, Anal, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Dick riding, Oral Sex, Comfort Sex, Drunk Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Hate Sex, Emotional Sex, Crying During Sex, Aftercare, Literal Sleeping Together, Kissing, Gentle Kissing, Rough Kissing, Neck Kissing, Drunken Kissing, Surprise Kissing, Shut Up Kiss, Scheming, Scheming Nie Huaisang, Lies, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Fratricide, Mentions of Patricide, Mentions of filicide, Implied/Referenced Incest, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Not Beta Read, POV Third Person Summary: They don't really mean for it to start happening when it does. Yet what are one’s drunken actions if not the desires one did not have the courage to give into sober? It is better not to think about it, though. They are what they are and they do what they do. And that's good enough. No need for labels or reasonings or long conversations about indefinable concepts, no… None of that. Just them. As they are. Just them is good enough. OR How Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang find solace in each other through the years in ways that are probably too complex and nuanced to put into words outside people would understand but that make sense to them, nonetheless.

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With 47 individual responses, it has been determined by the community that the most desired frame for the 2023 Hashirama Week will be seven (7) days long with an additional day to cover Hashirama’s birthday.

The event will run from Monday, October 16th to the following Monday, October 23rd, 2023

Will there be NSFW Prompts?

As determined by the 80% of votes in favor of NSFW prompts being included, we will be including NSFW prompts for Hashirama Week.

NSFW prompts will be written in red text and bolded with a | separating it from the SFW prompts.

Example: (Any) Mythical AU / Hanakotoba | Monster Fucking

It is required that artists and authors tag their works accordingly if depicting explicit content. #nsft and the appropriate community labels are a must when posting. (Moderators have ensured that Mature content is not hidden from the Event Blog. We will see your work as long as you tag it and/or mention @Hashiramaweek2023.)

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Where and How to Participate

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To participate on Tumblr, tag your work with #HashiramaWeek2023 Mentioning us at @Hashiramaweek2023 is not required, but encouraged if you are concerned about your post possibly being hidden.

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To participate on Ao3, you may submit your works to the Hashirama Week 2023 collection.

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Due to Twitter’s new account policy, we will not be hosting the event on Twitter as “Accounts may be permanently removed due to prolonged inactivity” after a period of 30 days. Because we do not intend to maintain Hashiramaweek2023 past a three-month period (Until 23 January, 2024), it is likely that the account will be removed afterwards. However, we still encourage you to post your work wherever you are comfortable!

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Participants are required to adhere to the following rules and regulations. Failure to do so will result in your account being blocked.

AI Art & Writing

The Moderators for HashiramaWeek2023 do not recognize AI Art or Writing as valid content as it has roots in Art theft and Plagiarism. If you attempt to submit a post containing any content generated using AI you will be blocked.

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Hate speech and harassing other creators is unacceptable. If you are seen leaving negative comments in the replies or tags on other creators’ posts, we will be blocking you. If we’ve already reblogged your own content by that point, it will be removed from the blog.

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Please do not repost other people’s work, even with permission.

Collaborations

Fandom is a collaborative experience! We welcome all forms of collaboration, be it multi-artist, multi-author, or artist and author collaborations.

Shipping

Shipping is permitted so long as the works are Hashirama-centric. However, we do have a handful of restrictions regarding the content of the works submitted. While we recognize the inherent creative value of more controversial topics, we respectfully request that the following themes be excluded due to the current Moderation team being unequipped to handle them:

No Incest

No Rape/Non-Con

(Dubious consent is allowed but will require warnings.)

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(Polyamory is not cheating. OT3s are welcome.)

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Dark Themes

Hashirama Week is meant to be a week celebrating Senju Hashirama. Therefore, themes like Bad Brother Hashirama or Dark! Hashirama are discouraged. He is an inherently complex character whose existence has strongly impacted the course of history in Naruto and we would like to focus on him and his relationships as they are.

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[raincitygirl76]

One thing I really enjoyed about Heartstopper Season 2 is it started to show the cracks in young love. That romantic love is wonderful, and supportive friendships are also wonderful. But neither of them are necessarily all-conquering.

Please note I haven’t read the books yet, so maybe this gets addressed later on.

Charlie seems to have some mental health issues which Nick’s love and support are unlikely to magically fix. Neither will the love and support of their friends group. And Darcy’s family being unsupportive is an ongoing issue that is causing her significant stress, to say the very least.

Even though Tara is a loving and supportive girlfriend, and even though their friend group band together to provide support to Darcy when her family are being difficult. Matters are exacerbated by Darcy being legally a child still. She’s basically stuck until she’s both a legal adult and has finished her secondary education.

Now, I’m not saying either Charlie or Darcy are doomed just because of shitty life circumstances. I’m quite sure that Nick the compulsive googler is worried about his boyfriend, and Nick may play a decisive role in Charlie getting psychological help. Charlie (quite rightly) trusts Nick’s good intentions. If Nick is worried about him, Charlie might be more inclined to talk honestly with a professional.

Just as Tara being Darcy’s girlfriend and offering loving support may enhance Darcy’s resilience, and help her cope better with family bullshit. Tara could also be the canary in the coal mine, if in the future things ever escalate to the point where Darcy can no longer live in her family home, for either her emotional or physical safety. Obviously this is all highly speculative.

But neither Nick and Tara’s romantic love nor a fabulous network of mutually supportive friends can FIX Charlie and Darcy’s problems. They can help, they can make a big difference, but there’s no magic wand.

Season 1 was more focused on the joy, butterflies, and heartbreak of falling in love for the first time. Also on the way friendship groups change and coalesce as life circumstances change. Ex: Charlie, Tao, and Isaac coming to terms with changes in their long-standing quartet once Elle switched to an girls school. Elle making friends with Tara and Darcy at her new school, and introducing them to her friends from Truham. And of course, Charlie trying to integrate Nick into the gang, with vigorous opposition from Tao. Not to mention the conflicts between Nick and his rugby friends as they saw Nick drifting away from them in favour of a bunch of uncool weirdos.

Season 1 was delightful, but Season 2 felt more…grown-up. It was still a blast to watch, but it felt like these young people are maturing.

Honourable mentions to the following S2 awesome bits which I didn’t mention yet:

1. Elle and Tao’s romance, Elle’s painting, and Tao’s mother’s absolute heartwarming delight that her son is now dating Elle.

2. Isaac’s romantic and sexual crisis, a journey so memorably leading him to the realization that there’s nothing wrong with him. He’s perfect and whole just as he is. He’s asexual and aromantic, and there’s a whole community of other people like him out there. There are even BOOKS about people like him.

3. Imogen breaking up so memorably with that goddamn attempted rapist Ben Hope, and getting drawn into Nick’s new friendship group as her S1 crush on Nick deepens into friendship. And maybe discovering she might be more than an ally. Very intrigued to see what, if anything, happens with Imogen and Samar in S3.

4. Nick calling out Ben with, “No, I hate you because you literally assaulted him.” I understand why the show didn’t really give a name to Charlie’s trauma at Ben’s hands in S1. They didn’t soft-pedal it emotionally, even though they never really label it as attempted rape. S1 Charlie was obviously traumatized, Nick was obviously repelled by Ben’s actions and desperately worried about Charlie. But the vocabulary wasn’t there, for whatever reason. It took until S2 for Nick to say to Ben, “you literally assaulted him,” with all the rage that reminder deserved. And I cheered!

5. My darling Mr Ajayi (my favourite S1 side character!) got a love interest in Mr Farouk. Who is such a polar opposite in personality to Mr Ajayi, but somehow, they click. And if they get married someday, they DAMN well better invite Coach Singh and her wife to the wedding. After all her yenta-ing to encourage them.

[ryita13]

I told my parent "Rude isn't the same as racist" in response to her saying that a black lady was racist to her over the phone (then admitting that her race was never even mentioned), and now she's giving me the cold shoulder.

This was ironically after she was talking about how people her age and older are supposed to be mature (talking about dirty politics).

When you spew false accusations and labels, it threatens the validity of the rest of your argument. Not to mention, it also makes fun of the people who have and are really suffering from the things that you are using as an insult to make yourself feel better.

It's like those "feminists" who hold up signs that say that a man saying something inappropriate to them is the same as rape. It isn't. It's still inappropriate and shouldn't be allowed, but it is in no way the same. Saying that helps to invalidate the actual victims and if you are invalidating the real victims, you aren't really fighting against the crime, are you?

[doritofalls]

You mentioned you wanted to rewtite the love hotel suite? 👀

well it's not as much that i actively want to rewrite it, but i did have a dream about rewriting it. which is reasonable of my subconscious because we all know it is a trainwreck. i will talk about kiyo's love suite scene in detail under the cut and while i will try to remain as non-explicit as possible i will discuss the themes of consent and lack of consent and talk about sexual themes, so please only proceed if you are old enough to buy smokes in most european countries. i have also added the mature community label to be safe. 

most of my main gripes with the canonical kiyo love hotel scene isn't even the bondage element - it is fairly possible that by that point he has canonically brought up that he likes ropes, fucking, whatever, ok. working only by canon when writing a love suite event extra scene, let's keep that for the time being. it is not even that it's more explicit - it is by far not the only explicit love hotel scene next to miu's and angie's and tsumugi's kind of. i would argue that as far as kiyo and angie goes, their upbringing and personal traumas (implied csa in both ends) could even result in them acting overtly sexual for their age (we are ignoring whatever the hell miu's doing for argument's sake), and the love hotel scene isn't the only example of that, either.

i do find the element of consent (tho not only in kiyo's scene, obviously) clumsily handled and oddly written, though. kiyo is a victim of multiple instances of csa and familiar with the culture around bdsm, even if he by all means shouldn't be. i do not think it fits kiyo's character to ignore consent the way he does in the love hotel scene, when it is just not something that he does in other elements of his interpersonal relationships. if anything, kiyo seems to prefer explicit verbal consent to be a big part of most of his interactions, posing frequent tag questions. he tends to draw clear boundaries but other than the love suite event he is not seen crossing other people's boundaries in canon. it just comes out of left field, and it's weird and ooc.

now comes the lack of context, again, because it's not like the player is supposed to know the other characters' romantic fantasies - and even if you are, the catch is that they are fantasies. which muddies the water significantly when judging korekiyo's behavior in the love suite event. does he have fantasies of a reluctant partner who does get into things as they progress? a partner who is just shy? does he have fantasies of an unwilling partner entirely? even if that was the case, you can hardly judge someone for having fantasies, only being played out through fanservice fuckery, especially with the backlog of kiyo’s rape trauma. even if his fantasy includes shuichi as a fully willing and consenting party, is it possible that shuichi’s reluctance to play along makes the entire sceneiro have to reroute and get from point a to point b? 

we don’t know!! there is a severe lack of context. but that being said, i do just hate the whole love hotel scene and feel uncomfortable with the direction it takes, even if it IS just essential fanservice. implying that 3 out of 16 characters would ignore sexual consent is. bad guys. that’s bad. 

while in the dream i mentioned it was a situation where kiyo woulda had a chance to meet his sister in the flesh again with some possession/reincarnation switcharoo, i do actually like that the event isn’t about his sister. like i have mentioned it before, i do not think kiyo is truly in love with her - if anything, she is an unmovable element he must plan and wrap this fantasy around to feel wanted and in control. the sort of emotions his sister makes him feel are the polar opposites of his love suite event, and i think that’s a meaningful difference to showcase, even if i largely hate the entire thing. i do think kiyo having a good cry similarly to kirumi’s love hotel event woulda been much more productive use of this time, because canon makes it seem like sexual encounters are not all that rare for kiyo... so a moment of emotional intimacy slash relief would probably have been both more notable and more worthy of being a “fantasy” in his mind. though, that being said, i doubt kiyo allows himself to have fantasies that are unrelated to sister in some sort of capacity, so maybe physical encounters are as far away as he can get from her without it feeling like a betrayal. 

iunno....tldr hate kiyo’s love hotel all my homies hate kiyo’s love hotel 

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Media Content I consumed/devour

Last update on Saturday October 22 2022

Anime I have already watched:

to be organised later kind of mind dumping !

/!\ Some of these do contain triggering topics please proceed with caution( bc I did not mention for every single one what it is about and the genre. In the near future I might or not I'll see...)

You will also find in-between parentheses my opinion about anime as well as me exposing myself, if it's mature bl(boys love) or not and some trigger warning too labelled like this /!\ + the content it deals with.

This list is under constant construction so do not expect it to ever be complete simply because it won't!!

91 days( All of it-spoiler: this anime is pain layered), 2.43: Seiin Koukou Danshi Volley-bu, 25-sai no Joshikousei(more of hentai I should say), 6 Lovers, Ikoku Irokoi Romantan, Houkago no Shoukuinshitsu, Actors: Songs Connection, Ahiru no sora(spoiler if you're a sore loser don't watch this at all), Ai no Monogatari, Ai no Kusabi(not suitable for everyone- spoiler rundown: people are in this sort of futuristic world and some are used as sex slaves again not for everyone bc here they literally own people), Aoi Bungaku Series, Akame ga Kill, All Out, Angel Densetsu, Antique Bakery, Africa no Salaryman,

Babylon(I still do not understand what happened in it- I'm reading the manga), Banana Fish, Baki the Grappler, Baki( all of it), Bartender, Be Boy Kidnapin' Idol, Bem, Bio Hunter(got me into monsterfucking oh yeah this one right here), Black Jack, Black Lagoon(Women had me like 🫡 yes ma'am anything you desire!! not me exposing myself like at all, Bleach(stopped at episode 300 sum bc seeing Ichigo in pain is not my thing at all, but read the whole manga. The Men in here: got me confused, lost, flabbergasted, triggered a third existential crisis and surprisingly I said I don't like men, I don't bat an eye in their presence but guess what honey out of all these one got me. That man is Kyoraku san plus he's a cancer like what this can't be a coincidence at all. Ahh, je m'emporte à nouveau. Like I said, he's so fine if I am trying to become a parent in this lifetime only he could provide me with them period I said what I said. Pleath!!! What you've read up until now was just a sliver of someone that is going to get their period. I wish you a lovely day, morning, afternoon, night wherever it is that you are currently at 😊), Blood, Blood-c(all), Blood +, Bronze Koji Nanjo Cathexis, Bronze: Zetsuai since 1989, Boku no Sexual Harassment(I feel like this anime right here needs another name than this one bc let me tell you it's way more than what the title entails...), Bungo Stray Dogs (All),

Captain Tubasa, Cardcaptor Sakura, Castlevania(Three main characters are sooo good looking and do I have to highlight the Adrian Tepes and his ethereal beauty like... sir you don't even need to do me like that 🥲 had me questioning my whole existence as someone that has never once in my life fancied men. Should I or shouldn't I? The question remains unanswered.), Close the Last Door, Crayon shin-chan(This kid is so vile Oh my goodness, if you are well acquainted with Japanese customs in terms of politeness you already know what I mean 🙃), Crows

Dakaretai Otoko Ichi ni Odosarete Imasu( anime+movie), Days, Death Note, Demon City Shinjuku, Demon Slayer, Devilman, Devilman Crybaby, Devil's Line, Doraemon, Doukyussei, Dragon Ball Z, Drifters(Men: their attitude, resolve, conviction and goals plus how they look!!!!??? Got me like 🫣 Honourable mention for Oda Nobunaga and his crazy obsession about powder long haired men own my soul 🫠🫡😩), Dumbbell Nan Kilo Moteru, Durarara,

Enen no Shouboutai(Daddy Leo what's up Debby Ryan hair tuck behind ear and run. But on a serious note why most men here are hot as hell, give me a damn break will you!!),

Fist of the North Star, Finder no Hyouteki (/!\ rape, drugs specifically aphrodisiacs, Chinese and Japanese Yakuza) Fudanshi Kokou Seikatsu, Fugou Keiji; Balance Unlimited, Fujimi Orchestra, Fuyu no Semi (Mature Bl- spoiler: I cried for this one too, such a beautiful love story with a tragic ending!), Free, Fullmetal Alchemist

Gakuen Babysitters, Gansta, Gibiate, Ghost Talker's Dream, Given(Bl), Gokushufudou, Great Pretender(1-2), Gunslinger girl

Haru wo Daiteita, Haikyuu, Hamatora, Re- Hamatora, Handa-kun, Hellsing(/!\ Necrophilia, Paedophilia by religious entity, the main character has suffered so much that it hurts my soul yet he's so badass) , Hey, Class President, Himouto! Umaru-chan, Hinamatsuri, Hinomaru Sumo, Hitorijime My Hero(Bl), Horimiya, Howl's Moving Castle, Hunter x Hunter, Hybrid Child(Mature Bl with censorship), Hyperventilation(Mature Bl with censorship),

Inuyashiki: Last Hero,

K-on, Kabukichou Sherlock, Kachou no Koi, Kengan Ashura( 1-2. The Fang is that black bodysuit, standing in the middle of that arena, with his hair down, Adonis physique had me drooling in front of my screen like no other man could, drenched sweat in blood unlocked a blood kink in me! I was 😯 and he was there all proud ✨ ), Keroro Gunsou(Soo funny I cannot stress this enough. My favourite one is Tama Tama, so adorable!!), Kirepapa, Kizuna, Kite, Koisuru Boukun, Kyojinzoku no Hanayome(Bl), Kuiba: Shu Tu, Kuroko no Basuke, Koneko no Chii: Ponponra Daibouken, Kumichou Musume to Sewagakari( Kirishima is my kind of man- Alexa play it's raining men 😉),

La Maison en Petit Cubes, Legend of Duo, Love Stage, Loveless,

Jieyao, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure's( 1-6: Kakyoin Noriaki is one of the several perfect husbands I have like his style, manners, politeness and his life story: I just want to hug him so bad ), Juni Taisen: Zodiac War, Jujutsu Kaisen(the movie + the anime- Nanami-san and Chousou are hubby material no cap, I do not need to back this up), Junjou Romantica,

Maiden Rose(This Mature Bl is paired up with violence just so you know also I should say there is somewhat of a power dynamic in there-people that watched it know what I'm on), Maison Ikkoku, Mangirl, Meikyuu Black Company, Michiko to Hatchin, Minegishi-san wa Oostu-kin ni Tabesasetai Mini Anime, Mindiao Ju Yi Wen Lu( I forgot the name of the white long haired dude- me and my Amazing memory an immaculate duo- but he's so damn fine Daddy what's good, let me know when you're free? Horny hours got me captive💀 ), Midori(if you are not acquainted with the mangaka's influences in his works, I suggest you do not check this. It tends to disgust people), Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid, My Hero Academia (1-5), Monster, Mushi-shi, Music up- Reborn, Mugen no Junin,

Nanatsu no Taizai, Neon Genesis Evangelion(spoiler: this one is beautiful but the ending is going to make you depressed that is if you aren't already), Ninja Hattori-kun, Ninja Scroll, Noblesse(Men in this anime are ✨scrumptious✨ I have a soft spot for Frankenstein and M21 👀🫦),

Ojamajo Doremi, Okane ga nai(Mature Bl- it deals with let me see if remember this one though... I do well, it's about this main character : thé epitome of european beauty standard blonde hair blue eyed you get what I am saying. This is fairly rare in the setting of the anime keyword here rare so summed of this beautiful character whose name I no longer have in mind is sold at an action yes you read that right! The man that bought him is... a pervert and human trafficking not suitable for everyone so beware), Orange(about suicide so pleath proceed with caution. I was such an emotional mess (yes I cried watching each episode because I dealt with this topic myself) , Orenchi no Furo Jijou

Papa Datte Shitai(Bl), Papa to Kiss in the Dark, Persona 5, Pokemon

Queen's Blade( anyone that is fond of oppai this is is might be your Tengoku- I'm not going to lie it was for me 😏)

Sakamoto desu ga, Slam Dunk, Saiki Kusuo no Psi Nan, Shakunetsu Kabaddi, Shingeki no Kyojin, Sekaiichi Hatsukoi(Bl), Saezeru Tori wa Habatakanai(BL-all), Samurai Champloo, Sex Pistols(Bl), Super Lovers(Bl), Sword Art Online, Shigurui: Death Frenzy, Super Crooks, Sk8 the Infinity, Supernatural,

Tenkuu Shinpan, Thermae Romae, Thermae Romae Novae, Tight Rope (Bl), Tokyo Ghoul, Tokyo Revengers, Trigun, Twilight of the Dark Master,

Urotsukidōji: The legend of the Overfiend(this is better labelled as hentai by the way, again not suitable for everyone...)

Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust, Vassalord, Vanitas no Carte

Wicked City(Maki is such a beautiful woman Oh my goodness don't mind me simping), Wotaku ni Koi wa Muzukashi,

Yamishibai( 1-6), Yarichin Bitch-Bu(Hella graphic Bl), Yebisu Celebrities (Mature Bl), Yes ka No Ka Hanbun Ka, Young Black Jack, Yowamushi Pedal (all of it)

Yu-Gi-Oh!, Yuri on Ice, Yuukoku no Moriarty,

Zetsuai 1989( This is exactly what made me fall in love with anything that revolves around the Yansen world- it is a mature bl anime with tad censorship so watch at your own risk!!)

Cartoons I already watched

Power Puff Girls, Samurai Jack, Scooby Doo, Tom & Jerry, Dexter's Lab, Code Lyoko, Codename: Kids next door, Courage the Cowardly Dog, Ed Edd and Eddy and Johnny Bravo.

Cartoons I occasionnaly watch

We Bare Bears, The Amazing World of Gumball, Oggy and the cockroaches.

Series I watched

Everybody hates Chris, True Blood,

Live Action

Tokyo Ghoul, Bleach, Mugen no Junin,

Manga

My fave genre of manga is horror so Warau Kyuuketsuki by Maruo Suehiro is a must imo

Manhua

Manhwa

Book/Poetry authors

Mary Shelley, Henry James, Marquis de Sade, Edgar Allan Poe, Ernest Hemingway, Charlotte Brontë, Samuel Beckett, Maupassant, Christiane Rochefort, Honoré de Balzac, André Malraux, François Mauriac, Shakespeare, André Gide, Sophocles, Émile Zola, Jean Rhys, China Miéville, George Orwell, André Brink, Webster, Fitzgerald, Defoe, Tennessee Williams, Michael Ondaatje, Ngūgī wa Thiong'o, Kate Grenville, Osamu Dazai, Edogawa Ranpo, R.H. Sin, Rupi Kaur, Rumi,

List will come soon

Music

Current taste

A lot of Classic music, Pearl Center, The Japanese House, Super Beaver, Green Tea Peng, Denai Moore, Macroblank, Pop Smoke, Bad Hop, St. Vincent, Majid Jordan, Hump Back, Giveon, Back Number, Ten's Unique, Hideyoshi, Jay Park, Beach House, Teru, Tony Fika, Mitsume, Beach Bunny, Mono no Aware, Lijemea, Sho Time, Plaza, Grapevine, Tricot, Ze Espanhol, No Buses, Histujibungaku, Soul Media, Kaneko Ayano, Mc Tranka Fulha, Ichiko Aoba, Ferro Gaita, Yzerr, Deb Never, Kana-Boon, Hiroshi Suzuki, Mega Shinnosuke, Morena Santana, Avu-chan, Mol-74, Cody Lee, Tony di Frank, Taeko Ohnuki, Peach Pit, Goldlink, Indigo La End, Tota Lopi, Never Young Beach, Toe, Lücy, Tempalay, Denzel Curry, Willy Semedo, Brockhampton, Miyachi(I got Kansai Life on repeat 😊), The 1975, Boy Pablo, Ryo Kawasaki, Hiromasa Suzuki, Kiyoshi Sugimoto, Indigo Jam Unit, Jiro Inagaki, Agatha, Hidehiko Matsumoto Quintet, Tadao Hayashi Harp Trio, Polkadotstingray, All That Jazz, Elisa, Hatena, Number Girl, Kotringo, Jin Dogg, Mamerico, Miyako Hasegawa, Does, Tiji Jojo, Casiopeia, Keytalk, Passepied, Spicysol, Temporex, Thee Michelle Gun Elephant, Annabel, Goose House, Civilian, Theatre Brook, Rookiez is Punk'd, Howl be Quiet, Humbreaders, Vicke Blanka, Shirō Sagisu, Kenshi Yonezu, Meiko Nakahara, Galileo Galilei, Kenichi Kurosawa,

Showmore, Zeca di Nha Reinalda, Bulimundo, Tendre, Sirup, Djoje, Bôa, YeYe, Lucky Tapes, Mondo Grosso, Kinoko Teikoku, Official Higedandism, Fujii Kaze, Amazarashi, W.o.d., King Knu, Chilli Beans, Scarlxrd, The Pillows, Omoinotake, Kali Uchis, Shishamo, Asian Kung Fu Generation, Tomoko Aran, Haruka Nakamura, Helsinki Lambda Club, Fleetwood Mac- Witchy vibes, Macaroni Enpitsu, Yasuha, Miki Matsubara, Anri, Junko Yagami, 1986 Omega Tribe, Mariya Takeuchi, Tatsuro Yamashita, Junko Ohashi, Takako Mamiya, Jorge Neto, Mai Yamane, Eve, Radwimps, Jun Togawa,

Used to Listen to

Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkin Park, Beadoobee, The Police, Tears for Years, Evanescence, Travis Scott, The Doors, Brent Faiyaz, Metallica, Sade, Dido, Bruce Springsteen, Playboy Carti, Harry Styles, Dua Lipa, Beyoncé, Taylor Swift, Aerosmith, Drake, Bees Gees, Eminem, The Ruling Stones, Tupac, The Beatles, Bad Bunny, Led Zeppelin, The Weeknd, Black Sabbath, Rihanna, Queen Eagles, Sza, AC/DC, Men I Trust , The Stooges, Adele, Journey, Current Joys, King Crimson, Ariana Grande, Ramones, Billie Eilish, Blondie, The Clash, Bon Jovi, Guns ‘N Roses, The Cure , U2, Depeche Mode, Motley Crüe, Def Leppard, R.E.M, Surf Curse, Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Radiohead, Greenday, Weezer , Foo Fighters, Blink 182, Rage Against the Machine, Jane’s Addiction, Sonic Youth, The Cranberries , Blur, The Verve, Pixies, TLC, Spice Girls, Tom Odell, Lewis Capaldi, London Grammar, Tyler the Creator, Kanye West,

Anime I currently watch:

Ultraviolet, Argento Soma, Bayonetta, The Skull Man, Vatican Miracle Examiner, Kokkoku, Akiba Maid Bar, K, Kachou Ouji: The Legend of Black Heaven, Gintama and Wild Adapter.

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all was well guidelines

002 // GUIDELINES

community & conduct

REGARDING J.K. ROWLING —

While we use the world & characters created by J.K. Rowling, All Was Well distances itself from her harmful opinions, especially her transphobia, racism, and antisemitism. We’ve tried our best to remove some of the more problematic elements of her lore on site, and encourage and (prospective) members to do so as well. Goblins are no longer a part of our canon, and house-elves have been freed entirely. All Was Well aims to be an inclusive environment welcoming to all, and we have a zero tolerance policy regarding discrimination, bullying, and other problematic behavior.

THEMES & SUBJECT MATTER —

All Was Well is a 21+ site hosted on Jcink Premium. Our rating is set to 3/3/3 meaning we allow the playing of mature and dark subjects, however, the following subjects are not allowed to be played out on our site: rape, non consensual nsfw content, and pedophilia. We also ask that you mind the triggers of our members as well as keep in mind common triggers, and tag them appropriately when they occur.

ROLEPLAYING BEHAVIOR —

We hope that everyone is capable of basic roleplaying etiquette, this is to ensure everything runs smoothly and avoid any conflict between members. Please make sure to tag your content appropriately in post titles, using a [m] to indicate mature threads, and [cw] to indicate content warnings; avoid godmodding, powerplaying, or metagaming in character unless previously discussed; confirm that your writing partner is ok with any possibly triggering subject in a post; and try and match post length as much as you can unless otherwise discussed. Be kind, communicate with each other, and make sure that everyone is on board!

OUR COMMUNITY —

Joining the All Was Well DISCORD is obligated. Our communication and moderation happens through the server, as this is more accessible for everyone to be included. However, you are welcome to turn off notifications except for @ mentions. As for our community, we hope to create a welcoming & safe environment for everyone! We hope that everyone treats each other kindly, plotting flows freely and no one feels excluded, and if there is ever an issue, you feel comfortable communicating this to the staff.

creation & portrayals

REGISTERING AN ACCOUNT —

Before registering a character, please make sure to check our reservations and canons list to avoid any disappointment or misunderstandings. When registering your character, please use the format First Last, with the first initial capitalized. For any spelling errors, please contact the staff to fix it for you!

LIMITATIONS —

Here at ALl Was Well, we assume that you know your own limits and do not take on more than you can chew. There is no limit on the total amount of characters you can play, but only the first four characters are free. After those four characters, we ask that they all have a minimum of five thread posts before you can pick up the next, and so forth. Outside of that, you are not allowed to play more than three major canons total, to ensure they are divided equally between members. We ask that you also do not pick up any characters with close connections to one another, such as playing both Hermione & Harry, or both Draco & Scorpius.

PROMOTING DIVERSE PORTRAYALS —

In order to promote more BIPOC portrayals and gender diversity, the five thread post limit on new characters as referenced above is not applicable provided that the character you pick up is either: black, indigenous (to the Americas, the Caribbean, Australia, Polynesia, Micronesia, and Melanesia), and/or identifies as transgender or non binary.

FACE CLAIMS / PLAY BY’S —

Please make sure to use established public figures to portray your characters, these are people such as actors, models, influencers, and musicians, and should be signed to an official label or agency. Currently we do not allow any faceclaims that are: younger than eighteen, have asked not to be portrayed, are deceased, adult content stars, those accused of either abusive and/or predatory behavior, and those known to be extremely racist and/or queerphobic.

APPROPRIATE CASTING —

When you cast your character, please make sure to keep to keep the following in mind. We use a +10/-10 years guideline for casting face claims in regard to the age of the character they portray, but if your options are incredibly limited (a specific ethnicity, gender identity, etc) we are willing to be flexible with this. However, please message the staff to discuss this first so that we can see if there are fitting options available and sign off in case there are not. We ask that you try your best to keep in mind the face claim’s ethnic background compared to the character. Whitewashing is absolutely not allowed, and we ask that in the case of family connections, you make sure their ethnicity matches as best as possible. We won’t ask you to dive into a face claim’s family history down to percentages, but we do ask that you try to make an accurate casting (i.e. no using Latine and South Asian face claims as biological siblings). Please portray trans / non binary characters and face claims properly. This means no erasing of the face claims identity, and using the proper pronouns. When casting for a trans or non binary character, we prefer the use of face claims that identify as such, but due to the lack of resources, we are okay with cis face claims being used. However, in the case of trans characters, we ask that your face claim matches the gender they transitioned to (so no using a cis man to portray a trans woman, for example).

WIZARDING WORLD DISCRIMINATION —

The wizarding world is very preoccupied with blood politics and the rights of creatures in society, and we find that is enough bigotry for them to deal with. As such, our wizarding world does not include racism, we simply do not allow it to be a thing. When it comes to gender identity and same sex marriage, the wizarding world is also more progressive. Resources are readily and freely available to transition and/or fulfill wishes for biological children, and same sex marriage has been legal for years. There might be some more traditional wixen who still regard this negatively, but it is seen as a very outdated view.

activity & moderation

CHARACTER ACTIVITY —

We have activity sweeps on Discord every month, to check if characters are still participating and have met our requirements. While your focus should always be on real life, we do want to make sure that the site keeps moving and no one is taking up a role they cannot handle. Each character has to have made at least two thread posts that month in order to pass the activity check, and they must post these in the activity check topic on the site itself. If a member fails to meet the activity requirement and has not contacted us regarding a hiatus, their claims will be reopened. The account will be archived for a month before we delete it, and you can contact staff to unarchive it should you wish to reapply. Members can post an absence in Discord if real life is too hectic to focus on roleplay that makes them exempt from this check, and any new members that have been accepted within two weeks of the activity check are exempt from it as well. In order to combat ghosting while having taken characters, we will occasionally check in with members if they disappear for a long period of time without any activity. We also remove members from our Discord if they have been in the server for two weeks or longer without applying / finishing a character for this same reason.

RESERVATIONS —

We allow reservations for face claims, canon names, and occupations. Reservations last a total of seven days after which they will be reopened. The staff offers an extension on reserves of an extra three days, provided you message us before the first reservation has ended. This is to avoid any reservations sitting for a long time without being turned into finished claims.

CHARACTER GRAPHICS —

Don’t forget to add your character’s graphics before submitting them for review. The mini-profile avatar should be 220x450px, the icon avatar is a square image that will automatically resize (but 150x150px is recommended!), and your mood board images should be any square image and will also resize!

SITE MODERATION —

For ease and accessibility, all moderation will happen through our Discord server. We will post announcements, reminders, and acceptances in there, and we have channels to submit finished characters, request topics to be moved or archived, and for thread tags for our members to use. Our server also has a ticket system, where you can make a private channel to message the staff regarding any questions or concerns. This ensures we are all kept in the loop and makes our task easier.

CONTACT WITH STAFF —

We aim to build a good community at All Was Well, but this does not happen without any input from members. Please communicate any possible issues with the staff, don’t let things fester behind the scenes, we are here to help you, but we are not omniscient and might not have noticed an issue! We understand that it can be anxiety-inducing to message us with an issue, especially if your issue is with the staff itself, but it is very important to communicate with us directly to ensure a solution can be worked out. The staff is across different time zones, which means we might take some time getting back to things, so we ask for your patience when it comes to questions and handling certain matters. We are open to constructive criticism and member input, but we do ask that you remain kind in doing so, and remember that the final decision will still be ours.

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I expected a game of sexy nurse, but instead, I got Yun Kouga's LOVELESS!

The Story

The story is about an corporate security who gets some Exposure Response Prevention (ERP) Therapy.

The story isn't structured like a typical yaoi manga, but it's more like a serious shounen ai like Loveless (this volume remained me a lot about Loveless) with ERP Therapy instead of the magic word battles and O.C.D instead of Cat and Dog Ears on virgins.

The manga treats the topic of O.C.D in a very sensitive and serious way that doesn't make it in your face and let's you experience life with O.C.D with the main character.

In fact, I almost didn't buy this manga because Gentle Cage (HINT HINT!) handled it's therapy and PTSD subjects really poorly and had nothing but mostly rape in it.

But I decided to read the first chapter online and I REALLY enjoyed it! It had a really great set up, but I didn't want to read the rest of the online chapters because I wanted to save the series for this upcoming review when the manga volume was released. And it was worth the wait!

The Characters

The characters are all likeable. Even the main character's boss who is understanding of his special needs and makes things easier for the main character when usually in these sort of manga where usually the boss is a huge asshole to the main character.

The characters in this are all surprisingly realistic in this, even the slow, budding romance is relatable!

All of the characters (even the minor ones) are really well done.

The Art

The shots in this manga are really well done. It does a really good job at showing important emotions during a scene which you would think was filler.

But the drawings overall are hit and miss. Some of the characters look sketchy at times and the manga looks like it's at the pre-alpha stage of development, but the author didn't have time to draw out the final scene, which is a shame.

The Yaoi

It doesn't feel right to give this volume a yaoi catagory. It's more focuses on the character development than on the romance. The romance is clearly there, but it isn't the main focus. It's like giving Loveless or NO.6 a yaoi catagory where the romance isn't the first priority. So for those who looked at the front cover and thought that they were getting a sexy doctor, sorry to say this, but this manga won't get your jollys off in the slightest.

Final Thoughts

Overall, this is a great start with a series that has a lot of potential. The story is handled so well, that I can't think of any other thing (other than medical books) that handle a sensitive topic like OCD so well.

It is so great that there are series like this coming to the west that aren't just porn.

The Story 5/5 The Characters 5/5 The Art 4/5 The Yaoi N/A

Overall 4.5/5

IMPORTANT NOTE:

This has nothing to do with the story itself, but I thought I should mention it to those who are interested in English Releases of manga trends. And plus, this is a bit of a rant, so you might decide to not read this part, but these are my personal thoughts on this matter.

The Age Rating

Where do I begin with the age rating other than it is nothing but BULLSHIT! This manga go an M rating for Mature themes and 'Frank depictions of Sexuality'. But there is one problem I have with this...

WHERE IS THE DEPICTIONS OF SEXUALITY?

I am shocked that this volume got an M rating. I haven't read the whole series, but it says THIS VOLUME! As in this volume, WHICH THERE IS NOTHING SEXUAL IN THIS OTHER THAN A COUPLE OF SCENES WITH BLUSHING gets an M rating.

The mature themes part is more understandable, except that Loveless (Which was rated T (13+)by the way) had themes of rape and explicit scenes of child abuse, while Ten Count volume 1 got an M rating slapped on it for the theme of a mental illness (which is surprisingly common) and a couple of scenes where the main character blushes gets an M rating! If the illness was something like Erectile Dysfunction, I could see why the company would put an M label on the series. But the series is about OCD!

The world has become a lot more understanding about mental illness these last few years, but sometimes, situations like this come along and decide that OCD is too mature for teens to handle.

This is a form of Censorship. It is stopping most people from picking it up because it is shrink rapped and has a parental advisory warning on it, so most people looking at it in the shops would most likely think that this book is nothing but porn for women.

This volume should of been rated T (13+) or T+ (16+), Not M (18+) and shrink rapped like the latest volume of HighSchool DxD!

[allshipsareok]

When fancops equate being a proshipper to being a pedophile they're making several very wrong assumptions.

1. "All proshippers ship fictional adults with minors and consume nsfw of fictional minors"

Wrong. Many proshippers are uncomfortable with such content and avoid it but they don't harass people who enjoy it.

2. "All proshippers who have adult x minor ships are attracted to a minor and identify with an adult in their ship"

Wrong. It's usually the other way around. Adults don't stop relating to fictional teenagers the second they turn 18 and many teen characters from popular media are deliberately made to be relatable to adults so the media will appeal to wider audience. Not to mention that a fantasy of being younger, more innocent, pampered and protected by someone more mature who knows better is a pretty common one.

3. "All proshippers who find underage fictional characters attractive perceive them as children"

Wrong. Big tiddy ecchi anime schoolgirls look and act nothing like real schoolgirls. Buff 16 years olds from shounen anime look and act nothing like real 16 years old. High school drama teenagers played by adult actors look and act nothing like real teenagers. They are perceived as either adults with a 'minor" label slapped on them for some reason or just... characters and ageless blobs. Fancops are the only ones weirdly obsessed with fictional characters' ages.

4. "Things people find attractive and desirable in fiction directly reflect what they find attractive and desirable in reality "

Wrong. Lesbians who like anime pretty boys are still lesbians. Furries' attraction to cartoon anthropomorphic animals doesn't extend to actual animals. Women who have rape fantasies don't actually want to be raped.

5. "Brain doesn't know the difference between real and fictional situations"

Wrong. It very much does. Our brain clearly distinguishes fictional and real situations.

Different parts of brain are activated when real people are discussed and when fictional characters are discussed.

It's funny how fancops accuse people of sex crimes solely because of some incorrect assumptions based on their fictional preferences and by funny I mean disgusting.