#noblesse au

[vroomian]

Hazbin crew talking about their past lives and the age they died and they get to Yrz

Yrz: oh I was 96 and a duke.

Everyone looking at yrzs ratty ass hoodie and unbrushed hair:

Yrz: it fucking sucked. Wouldn’t recommend.

[zwy01]

Blood Moon AU!! Part 1 - Nobles

Time for a second major AU yayy!! I’m still working on Millennium AU as usual, though I want to get started on another one that’s been on my mind since years ago but never really got the chance to put on paper.

So here we are. I’m calling this Blood Moon AU. The nobles and werewolves basically have a race swap in an almost brand new setting. Lukedonia and werewolf island still exist; it’s the characters that have changed.

All characters reference their canon counterparts to various degrees. Some are similar or even near identical to the original, while some are vastly different. This could apply to names, looks, personalities, heritage/family, moral alignment… etc. It’s gonna be fun! I’m going to let myself get crazy with this and change things up quite a bit, haha.

As for the story. To be completely honest, at this point I just want to start off this new AU as more of a simple artistic approach. Right now I’m much more interested in designing and drawing the characters rather than writing the story itself. Maybe I’ll come up with something much later but it won’t be nearly as complicated as Millennium AU, and it’ll be fairly straightforward. Even then, I don’t want to rush it so that’s for the future. If I end up liking this new AU more than I do right now, maybe I’ll give the story an honest shot and turn it into more of a long-term project, but time will tell.

(Fyi “Noblesse” does not exist in the world. Too early for details but they either never existed, are a now permanently extinct special type of noble, or they simply peaced out and ditched Earth and returned to their special heavenly realm… etc. Honestly doesn’t matter. In this AU’s setting, they are absent. “Raizel” and his brother do exist but they’re both human. Actual normal human beings, with a normal life, currently students at a normal high school, stuff like that. Just your average human. The trio are also unmodified normal human beings. They are scattered across the world and never meet each other. Basically, unlike their canon counterparts, their existence is minimal and contribute to almost nothing in this universe. It’s weird, I know! That’s just how this AU is set up)

I’m going to split the noble and werewolf characters into two parts. Doing the (originally werewolves) nobles first! Posting the werewolves in a future post aka. part 2.

The characters!

Lucretia Natalina “Lunark” Drosia: Leader of the Drosia Clan. Kendrick’s twin, and on-and-off lovers with Julius. A rather carefree woman who is primarily interested in having fun, and shows little to no concern for the future of Lukedonia as a whole. When it comes to her people, she is a decent Clan Leader and manages her family efficiently. Lucretia’s efforts only apply to her clan, and her interests in other noble affairs are almost nonexistent. She has a habit of ditching meetings and whatnots. Sometimes, she even tries to ignore the Lord’s summons but ends up going anyway because her lovely daughter makes her show up. The only thing that can get Lucretia’s blood pumping with true passion is an offer to spar. Lucretia is an excellent fighter. People have to be very careful to not interrupt her fights unless they want to unleash her wrath, because she hates it when people invite themselves into her business. She also likes to flirt with her opponents during spars. Lucretia has a bit of a weird relationship with Julius, who is the father of her daughter. They seem to have positive feelings for each other, but that’s only when both of them are very bored and have nothing better to do.

Kendrick Tian-Chen “Kentas” Ru: Leader of the Ru Clan. Lucretia’s twin. A prideful, stubborn man who believes that the stronger should rule the weak. Like his sister Lucretia, he likes to fight and enjoys a good spar. Sometimes, people can choose to settle a quarrel with Kendrick by offering to spar with him and he would gladly accept. You can trust him, because he’s a man of his word. No more grudges, no hurt feelings. Done. In a way, he’s quite simple. Unlike his sister, Kendrick does care about the future of Lukedonia. He has a strong moral code of his own, but that can be overridden by his belief of submitting to the strong. That is why Kendrick is extremely loyal to their Lord and never questions him even if the latter makes some controversial decisions. As of now, Kendrick has no children.

Marcus Duruvan “Maduke” Siriana: Leader of the Siriana Clan. Erica’s older brother, and the Lord’s advisor. The only person who truly has everyone’s best interests at heart. You can say he’s the most “good person” leaning guy in this entire AU. Marcus is quite worried about the future under their Lord’s reign. Life is pretty comfortable inside Lukedonia, which is by itself very isolated from the rest of the world. However, Marcus foresees the destruction of planet earth if no one stops the Lord, since the latter doesn’t care about other races and is only concerned with the prosperity of nobles. Though, he doesn’t want to overthrow the Lord and instead wants to convince him to step away from his current path of darkness. He believes there is still hope. Simultaneously, Marcus is secretly gathering followers and supporters who all share his beliefs and formed his own organization. Together they work to transport resources out of Lukedonia and deliver them to humans and werewolves in need because the Lord refuses the share.

Marcus is struggling to plan for the future of the Siriana Clan, in case the Lord gets tired of him and decides to kill him one day for “meddling” too much, because his younger sister Erica is insane and cruel which makes her the worst possible candidate for the next Clan Leader of Siriana. Marcus loves her, but also fears her. He doesn’t know what she is capable of. Marcus is trying to look for ways to bypass his sister and hopefully be able to hand over both his position and Soul Weapon to another pure-blooded Siriana who isn’t his sister.

Marcus had a son, but he was assassinated sometime after his coming-of-age ceremony and now Marcus is once again childless and without an heir. To this day no one can figure out who the culprit is.

Erica Siriana: Marcus’ younger sister, and next-in-line for the position of Siriana Clan Leader. Wife of Lord Maximilian, and mother of Ashlynn. Erica is a ruthless, bloodthirsty woman. She is actually the person who orchestrated her nephew’s assassination. She made sure he was killed, then got rid of his killers, whom she sent, with her own hands. No one is going to suspect a thing and they’ll never find out no matter how hard they try. Erica did this to eliminate brother Marcus’ heir so she can regain her position as first-in-line. She’s been after her nephew ever since he was born, but waited for two whole centuries before doing the deed. To Erica, she’s just getting back what she’s entitled to, which is the full power, control, and privileges of a Clan Leader. Marcus is trying to be discreet but if Erica ever finds out that her brother intends to bypass her and give his position and Soul Weapon to someone else, she might actually just kill him and take over the clan immediately. Erica is truly a terrifying, power-hungry woman who will do anything to reach her goals. She does not care for anyone aside from her daughter Ashlynn and husband Maximilian, whom she genuinely loves. As messed up as Erica is, she is capable of being very loving and committed to whom she treasures. She and her husband are absolutely addicted to each other and he would let her do anything her heart wishes for, even if she continuously breaks Lukedonian laws.

Vivienne Branwen Di Ashlynn: Name means “lively and blessed raven of dreams”. Daughter of Erica Siriana and Lord Maximilian, and the next Lord of Lukedonia. On the surface, Ashlynn isn’t as straightforward as her mother despite their similarities. Ashlynn is just as ruthless and bloodthirsty as Erica, but the former puts on a facade in front of her people and pretends to be a sweet, altruistic future Lord. The perfect angel princess. And she’s very successful at it. Ashlynn is energetic, talkative, and empathetic around her subjects. She always tells them about how she wants her father to teach her power so she can protect not only her subjects, but also people around the world so they don’t have to suffer from hunger and war. In reality, she doesn’t care about any of them and she honestly thinks of them as a burden. They’re nothing more than cockroaches to her, and she’s only doing this because she enjoys deceiving her people and pulling on their puppet strings. She welcomes the love and respect they give her, and at the same time pities them for not knowing better, for she’s had them fooled this entire time. The world is her stage, and she’s the center. Ashlynn only drops her act and returns to her true self around her parents, who not only tolerate, but also accept and even encourage their daughter’s behavior. Well, their entire family is insane. Erica and Maximilian are totally overindulging Ashlynn while being completely aware of the fact that she is just as insane as them with no attempt to correct her, because she’s their little princess and hey, if she wants the world, then they’ll give it to her. Like Erica, Ashlynn doesn’t care about anyone who isn’t her family. Ashlynn loves both of her parents to the moon and back, and she might as well kill anyone who dares to speak ill about either of them. No one is allowed to disrespect them in front of her. Not a single word.

Ashlynn has a crush on Dominic and wants him for herself one day.

Eutimio Friedrich Di Maximilian: Name means “good-spirited and peaceful ruler of the greatest”. The current Lord, husband of Erica Siriana, and father of Ashlynn. Maximilian firmly believes that nobles are the most supreme beings to exist on this planet, and that they have a right to rule over every other species. Humans, werewolves, whatever… well, for now he’ll let them be for as long as they’re still useful. He won’t hesitate to unleash his power on them if he loses his patience. From a world view, Maximilian would be categorized as “evil”, but he doesn’t think of himself as such. In fact, he believes that he is doing good for his people, who are his priority. Which is true from a certain perspective, especially to the nobles who share their Lord’s vision. To them, Lord Maximilian is the greatest Lord in all of noble history. To others who strongly disagree with him, he is the most terrifying and coldblooded Lord in existence. Maximilian is only concerned with the prosperity of Lukedonia and doesn’t quite welcome the idea of distributing resources with the rest of the world. He doesn’t want the nobles to simply exist alongside other species; he’ll make sure the nobles are on the very top of the food chain. Everyone else is irrelevant and they’re all at his mercy. Generally, opinions are very divided and you either side with him, or you don’t. Life is very, very comfortable inside Lukedonia, and indeed, to some nobles, that is all they care about. Those with more empathy see beyond the obvious and are concerned with what goes on outside Lukedonia. The thing with Maximilian is that despite showing neither mercy nor any sign of remorse for his deeds in the outside world, he is actually quite lenient and loving with his subjects. You can say he has two extreme sides to him. He’s very kind to his nobles, but only them. He doesn’t mind if Lucretia skips meetings; he’d let her be. Or when his servants make mistakes, when someone does something offensive, etc... it’s alright, no big deal. In a way, Maximilian’s Lukedonia is teeming with freedom like never before under the rule of his predecessors. This is where Marcus comes in. He is just nervous and overthinking about getting killed if he says the wrong thing, but in reality Maximilian doesn’t mind voices of objection. He’s not going to give anyone a treason sentence or kill them for saying what they really think of him. You can tell him you disagree with him, he’ll just shrug it off and laugh. Say all you want, he knows you’re trying to persuade him, he doesn’t care. He’ll just keep doing what he’s always been doing. Maximilian knows he’s the Lord, and ultimately it is his decision to make. Just don’t let Ashlynn know, because she’ll come after your head if she figures out that you had doubts about her precious Daddy.

Maximilian is a very loving husband and father to his family. He is obsessed with them just as much as they are obsessed with him. On a personal level, while Maximilian himself doesn’t crave for the blood of his own kind like his wife and daughter do, he doesn’t mind letting them do whatever they want for the funs and thrills. Erica and Ashlynn are free to break the law all they want. Though, they’re smart and strategic with it and don’t commit murder in broad daylight. Still, Maximilian is aware of his beloveds’ occasional killings, and he lets them be. He’s the type of person who would let them burn down the entirety of Lukedonia to nothing more than a pile of ash if that is what they wish to do. It’s no big deal, he’ll just rebuild Lukedonia to be even grander and more luxurious than before! To Maximilian, they are the only two existences in this world to come before Lukedonia. How sweet.

Zivon Tradio: Leader of the Tradio Clan. An elderly sorcerer who is quite the hard worker, and spends most of his time studying existing spells as well as coming up with new ones. He’s from the previous generation of nobles, and he stayed behind because he’s just too damn cool to die. Just kidding, his love for magic is why he’s still rocking it. It’s still too early! Zivon’s ultimate goal is to push the boundaries of noble magic and to create what has never been seen before. A true spectacle to behold. Zivon is one of Lord Maximilian’s favorite subjects and the latter even has an entire wifi system built and set up in Lukedonia as a gift just because the former has the hobby of streaming and likes being an “influencer”or whatever the humans call it. Zivon is quite an internet celebrity and Lord Maximilian is supportive of his work of “spreading superior noble influence over humans”. Zivon is also Princess Ashlynn’s tutor, who calls him “teacher”.

As of now, Zivon has no children.

Julius Loyard: Leader of the Loyard Clan. On-and-off lovers with Lucretia. An elegant man who is well-received by his fellow nobles. Julius is a man of few words and usually doesn’t express himself beyond the bare minimum required to be polite. While Julius does admit to enjoying the lavish lifestyle that was a gift from the Lord to all nobles, he is beginning to see why this is a problem for beings outside Lukedonia and starts to sympathize with them. It isn’t easy for him immediately to give up what he’s been used to all these years, but he’s starting to steer away from that lifestyle in support of the less fortunate. Julius was one of the first members to join Marcus’ secret organization of smuggling resources out of Lukedonia to help those in need. Currently, he’s responsible as the leader of the food distribution sector. In his free time, Julius is a jewelry designer and Lord Maximilian is a fan of his work.

Julius’ heir is his son whom he had with Lucretia. He is fond of her but doesn’t entirely agree with her rather carefree personality. They seem to have positive feelings for each other, but that’s only when both of them are very bored and have nothing better to do.

Giada Agvain: Leader of the Agvain Clan. Like Kendrick, she is extremely loyal to their Lord. She’s been by his side since the beginning, and they are childhood friends. Everyone knows that Giada used to feel one-sided love for the then-Maximilian and now Lord Maximilian, but what they don’t know is that she is still in love with him. Well, maybe it’s better for them to continue to believe that she has gotten over him. It’s not like he’ll ever like her back anyway, and you’ll never know what Princess Ashlynn will do if she finds out that anyone other than her precious Mommy is “coveting” her beloved Daddy. Giada is one of the few people who knows about Ashlynn’s true nature despite the latter’s angelic facade. While Giada does love Max on a personal level and is loyal to him, she doesn’t agree with his actions. She is also one of the first members of Marcus’ organization. Currently, Giada is responsible as the leader of the money distribution sector. In her free time, Giada tends to a small spider lily garden.

Giada’s heir is her daughter whom she had with an unnamed noble woman.

Dominic Raffaello “Dorant” Blerster: Leader of the Blerster Clan. A calm and rational man who remains unfazed in extreme situations. He is also the youngest to become Clan Leader, because his mother and predecessor saw so much potential in him, she passed over her title and Soul Weapon to him as soon as he came of age. Dominic pretends to be fairly neutral, and most people think he isn’t dedicated to anything or anyone, but he’s actually Lord Maximilian’s right hand man in the shadows. On the surface, he is simply Clan Leader of the Blersters and does a good job of managing his clan. When he no longer needs to act as Clan Leader, Dominic goes to the castle and reports everyone’s moves to his Lord. Dominic is actually a member of Marcus’ secret organization and oversees the medical distribution sector… as a double agent. His allegiance is with the Lord and he’s only there to watch what everyone else is doing to report back to his master. That includes a long list of who is working with Marcus, what resources they have been smuggling out of Lukedonia, who is on the receiving end… etc. Every. Single. One. So Lord Maximilian is very much aware of Marcus’ “betrayal” thanks to Dominic. Curiously, Lord Maximilian tells Dominic to just let them be. Perhaps he finds this to be amusing. Nobody knows what he’s thinking. Dominic, on the other hand, is in total awe of his Lord for his immense generosity for the “traitors” even though they clearly don’t deserve it.

Dominic doesn’t know that Ashlynn has a crush on him.

As of now, Dominic has no children.

Undine Mergas: Daughter of the leader of the Mergas Clan. A woman with a short temper who is also easily provoked. Undine’s father, the current Mergas Clan Leader, believes that she is unfit to become Clan Leader due to her personality and tendencies to boss the knights around instead of being a responsible and respectful leader like she is supposed to, but he is hopeful that she will change one day. Undine is best friends with Mimi and the two of them are almost always seen together. On one of her travels to the outside world, Undine met a human named Michael Travis Osborn by chance and she has had a crush on him ever since. He’s pretty cute. Maybe the Lord will let her capture him and bring him back to Lukedonia, she thinks.

Mimi Elenor: Daughter of the leader of the Elenor Clan. A woman with a similar personality to her best friend Undine, but less impulsive and more calm. That’s why they get along and are best friends because they have much in common. Mimi has an older brother so she likely won’t become the next Elenor Clan Leader, but she’s fine with that. In fact, she’s glad she won’t become Clan Leader because all those responsibilities, hassles, sitting in meetings all day, blah blah blah… ew, just too much work. She just wants to have fun, so her brother better be competent so she won’t have to bother with her clan at all. Mimi, like Undine, also has a crush on Michael Travis Osborn. They chat about how cute he is. Both of them want to capture him and bring him into Lukedonia. They’re thinking about discussing this with the Lord. If Lord Maximilian hears about this, he’d approve of the capture and tell them to go ahead and enjoy themselves because of course he wants all of his nobles to get their hands on everything they wish for. Plus, these two remind him of his daughter Ashlynn so he’d be even more generous towards them.

Kushaal Kertia: Leader of the Kertia Clan. Cousin of Galileo. A respected fighter known for his immense speed and agility even amongst the Kertia. Kushaal is also honorable. He dislikes dirty fighting and is fairly open to acknowledging his own weaknesses and strives to become even stronger and faster. He has heard about a certain blonde werewolf warrior who is the fastest of his pack, and wishes to fight him one day. While Kushaal enjoys and supports the luxurious lifestyle given to him by their Lord, he believes that humans and werewolves could use some help from Lukedonia. After all, if they’re all gone, he’s not going to have anyone interesting to fight with anymore. Kushaal would love to spar with the werewolves, so he hopes that they’re doing well. In his free time, Kushaal likes to collect rare werewolf artifacts to display in his home because they feel familiar to him, for some odd reason.

As of now, Kushaal has no children.

Galileo Kravei: Son of the leader of the Kravei Clan. Cousin of Kushaal. A man who has a bit of an inferiority complex because his abilities seem to have hit a wall, and he can’t get stronger with his own strength. Galileo is probably going to get by just fine, even though he himself is more impatient than anyone in terms of wanting to gain strength. Other than that, no one really knows much about him since he tends to keep to himself. In his free time, he plays with his three supernatural pet aquatic snakes: Ramen, Ramyeon, and Lamien. Galileo has a huge love-hate crush on Kendrick, and people will tell you he’s both extra mean and extra nice to him. He sends him cheesy “let’s fight” love letters written on rose scented paper. Yeah. He’s totally in love.

And that’s it for now!

Again, very open to questions and discussion. Quite happy about my second major AU! While this post only touches the surface of what I have in mind, I have a feeling that I will grow to like this AU even more. Maybe I’ll even create brand new OCs specific to this AU lol.

Thank you for reading and stay tuned for future posts!

[alexblec3310]

Takeo is a maniac with an unstable psyche who is wanted, one day you found him in your room...

[darkicedragon]

darkicedragon night shift au additional rumours of why muzaka isnt dead is bc he and frankenstein are fucking frankenstein is surprised when muzaka goes along and doesnt deny jt 'were army and its scuttlebutt - every topic eventually turns into a sex joke. if i denied it, thatd actually confirm the rumour' '……..oh' frankenstein has no idea how not office based socialisations go pfft 'and, well, boss. its so outlandish that nooned believe youd screw anyone so.' /shrug/ 'its the perfect cover' azure NO SOCIALIZATION ONLY SCIENCE for Franken and yesss azure also Muzaka being the tiniest bit smug about the rumour uwu

[noirs-pages]

Raizel 1

Summary: Raizel meets a creature donning the skin of a human. From the deep sea to this ocean-locked land, you asked him a question.

(Nobody can escape Eldritch Reader. If I can, I will make it. Because I can, so therefore I will. Also I really didn't like the last third of the story. Too many fights. Too many loose ends that were never tied. Oh well. My writing, my world, my oyster.)

Nothing more than a suspicion, a rumor told to Raizel through the lips of the ever talkative Lord who so enjoys the gossips of the humans in these vast territories.

"'A calamity will be upon our shores' a fisherman once said, 'the sea, she whispers rather than roars. Something has her scared and I don't think I want to be anywhere near what it spits out. I'm taking my family and going.' Humans instincts are certainly interesting, don't you think?"

He never stated if it was a false rumor nor dismissed it as a humorous tale. Humans are weak, fearful beings with an inner strength that simply doesn't match their bodies. If they could, well what use would the nobles be? The purpose ingrained in them since birth would be denied at a such a thing, and Raizel can't think of a better way to go. A world of humans that simply don't need them anymore, a world where the shackles upon his being, upon the nobles that he silently protects, broken to do as they pleased.

Such a place does not exist, not at this moment. Perhaps the day will never come.

Humans gossip and share so many stories and fables. To the older nobles, they're laughable, but to those even older, to those ancient, they know how very real these tales are to the weaker beings. Truth can be dissected from the false and it is his purpose to watch, wait and discover the truth that many others would rather turn a blind eye to.

And so here Raizel stands, upon the white-gold sands that welcome the gentle ocean as it barely touches the tips of his shoes. There's not a single human in sight. The winds carry not a single whisper of their presence, however, it was not alone.

You were there, sitting on a wooden dock who's legs have long been eaten by the salt of the sea and by time. A well used dock that had witness to many a maiden voyage. A dock on the verge of collapsing, all it would need would be a strong wave. And yet there's not a single ripple of movement in the water around you. A perfectly silent sea, a makeshift pond, surrounded by an ocean that roared and rains that cut.

This spot could've been a paradise for the wind-chilled, but to Raizel, it reminded him of his own home. Many would call him a fool for walking and standing besides you. The Lord would join him with a gentle smile on his face. He's always so jubilant towards him and the other nobles while so gentle at the mention of humans.

Raizel also has a feeling he would still be gentle, even at beings that pretend to be human.

You didn't turn around, eyes empty of human understanding gazed into the horizon beyond.

"How do I tell them?" you asked, an arm resting on your knee, "How do I tell that cluster of humans, that 'family,' that their kin was consumed by me?"

"…why would you feel the need to?" This remark was not meant to sound callous. It's simple curiosity. A test, of sorts. In all his long life, Raizel is not ignorant of the monsters that may crawl in nature. To an extent, Raizel always felt there was something lurking just beneath his vision. However, Raizel was not a fighter, he was a guardian that turns into one if need be. He will not shun a guest, unless their intentions are less than neutral.

"…because this human deserves it." you touched your own face, as though missing the warmth it once held, "because the family that raised this human deserves it. This urge is weird. I'm not familiar with such feelings that are not hunger. And the cold."

And who was he to ignore someone that suffers in their loneliness?

[pattiemayigen]

Noblesse (MLB Knight Au)

Chapter 1 Part 2/2 is hereee!!

The next Chapter might take longer to update since I'll be busy with school and other stuff

Also, Forgive the Artstyle inconsistency🤕😔. I was Cramming the other pages at 1 am👁️👄👁️

[chengsandagan111]

"The Visitor of Her Majesty". 👑

Vator x Ignes Kravei fanart

#noblesse

#eleceed

#webtoon

#fanart

[mevekagvain]

And lastly, various doodles and au stuff

Raizel and his brother <3

Princess Tutu au

[moraxsthrone]

TITLE — spoiled

PAIRING — dom!sugarbaby!zhongli x sub!sugarmama!f!reader

WC — 4.6k

WARNINGS — nsfw. MDNI. modern au. soft dom/sub dynamic. oral (m. & f. rcv'ing). deepthroat/facefucking. overstim. squirting. creampie.

NOTES — i always said that when (not if) zhongli came home, i would spoil him rotten. i went from having no zhongli to having him at C2 lvl 90 + staff of homa + a 2pc/2pc tenacity/noblesse set, and him being in the top 21% of zl hybrid builds on the NA server, hitting 100k+ dmg...all in less than a month. i've been good to him and he's been soooooo good to me so i wanted to write this as a celebratory, homecoming gift for my long-awaited, highly spoiled geo daddy. thanks to @crystalflygeo for the idea and inspiration! i hope i did it justice! <3

the knock comes so gently you wouldn't have heard it had you not been expecting it.

“come in,” you say, finishing the last piece of paperwork and setting your pen down on your big oak desk.

the heavy door creaks open, zhongli striding in before closing the door behind himself.

“working late again, my lady?” the young man muses with a subtle smile, looking dapper in his favorite armani suit that’s been perfectly tailored to the lean musculature of his frame.

a leaden sigh escapes your lips. “yes, but fortunately i’ve just finished. your timing is impeccable, my dear sir,” you say with a playful lilt while leaning back in your chair. “i presume i’m not the only one since someone else must’ve let you in.”

“your receptionist was just leaving as i arrived.”

“well, now that you’re here, to what do i owe the pleasure?”

“i wanted to thank you again for the handsome topaz cufflinks you procured for me yesterday at that fancy boutique-” he says in his unhurried baritone, fidgeting with one of them. zhongli sounds so commanding without even trying, making your loins stir with want. you’ve taken great pleasure in spoiling him since meeting him a couple months ago, buying him everything he’s had an eye for, as well as a lot of things he hasn’t even asked for…

“i knew you’d appreciate them, what with your exquisite taste…” you interject, admiring the way the dark orange gemstones bring out his eyes. “besides, the color becomes you.”

he smiles back, making him look more boyish. “only someone with a discerning eye for quality and beauty such as yourself would even take me to places that sell such high caliber merchandise.” he walks towards you, leaning against the front of your desk mere inches from where your arm rests. “but i want you to know that i appreciate the little things just as much, if not more so. something as simple as say…” his voice trails for a moment, “...indulging me in afternoon tea means a lot to me.”

“oh? but your company is no small thing, zhongli. i enjoy lavishing you with gifts, of course. but you give me your time and conversation in return, and that is far more valuable to me than any gift i could bestow upon you…”

“you sure?” 

your brow crinkles at his hinting tone. “what do you mean?”

he reaches out with his gloved hand, delicately cupping your jaw as his boyish smile fades. “you’re a very busy lady. your time and attention are in high demand. and yet you decide to give what little of it you have over to me. your time is far more valuable than anything you could possibly buy me, and that’s something for which i could never repay you…”

you raise your eyebrows at him in sincerity. “zhongli. as i’ve already stated, your company is more than enough-”

"my lady," he reaches for your hand and brings your dainty knuckles to his lips. “...if i may?”

your mouth drops open in surprise. though you certainly wouldn’t be opposed to it, you’ve never so much as alluded to the prospect of an intimate relationship with him. you’re beautiful. powerful. but also - as he’s pointed out - very busy, leaving you precious little time for meeting a suitable mate, let alone courting one. so just spending time with zhongli - listening to his captivating stories, admiring his handsome face, hearing his spell-binding voice - has been more than worth any amount of money you could spend on him.

“zhongli, w-what…?” you give into the gentle tug of his hand, standing from your chair to face him. with your hand still in his, he cups your cheek with the other while bringing his lips dangerously close to yours. “zhongli, wait,” you say, catching your breath in your throat before he can take it away. “you don’t owe me anything…”

“perhaps not, my lady,” he says, his thumb stroking your burning cheek. “but i would quite like to give you something anyway.” your eyes search his as he speaks, his gaze so comfortably heavy. “you’re beautiful,” he says, breath fanning across your lips. “you’ve been exceedingly generous to me…and i want to give you what i feel is owed to you…”

“but zhongli,” you try, your voice so small and shaky with desire, “i’ve already said you don’t owe m-”

“forgive my insolence,” he interrupts, not sounding sorry at all, “but allow me to put it this way: i’m going to give you what you deserve.”

his thumb grazes your lower lip, only to trail down the column of your pretty neck as his lips finally and mercifully claim yours. and you give yourself permission to kiss him back. how could you not? of course you’ve never expected anything from him, but you’d be lying if you said you’d never fantasized about kissing him, touching him.

zhongli is incredibly intelligent and knowledgeable, devastatingly handsome, and his voice alone is enough to make your panties wet every time you hear it. in spite of the fact that you’ve been providing for him, it is he who seems to hold some unspoken power over you.

breaking from the kiss, you look up into his amber eyes. “wh-what i deserve?”

without a word he turns you around, your butt now pressing against the edge of your desk.

“by now you must think i’m a weak man…”

you shake your head. “no. i don’t think that at all-”

he places his fingers over your lips. “ah-ah. i wasn’t finished speaking, my lady.”

your eyes widen, filling with lust and desire at his insistent tone. yes. you need this. and he knows it. zhongli isn’t just giving you what you want or deserve; he’s giving you what you need.

“but-”

before you can utter another sound, zhongli spins you around until your hips are pressing against the edge of your desk. you feel his hips press against your bottom, gasping quietly at the unmistakable hard bulge pressing against you.

“zhongli?”

he grinds against you, the force causing the edge of your desk to dig into your hip bones.

“you can feel me, can’t you?” he whispers, his wet lips grazing the edge of your ear. “i’ve wanted you like this all along. does that come as a surprise to you, my lady?”

before you can formulate a response, zhongli’s hands - now naked and warm after having removed his gloves - are running along your bare skin under your pencil skirt until it’s bunched up below your ass cheeks. one of his hands slips between your legs, spreading them apart to slowly make his way up until he feels the moisture between them. 

“it would seem you’ve thought about this before as well,” he deduces, eliciting an affirmative hum from you as a response.

his other hand gently pushes your hair aside to expose the back of your neck and you feel the heat of his breath there as his soft lips ghost over your goosebumped skin.

“you must get so tired of having so much responsibility on you,” he mutters. “wouldn’t it be nice to relinquish control every once in a while?”

his voice alone is enough to easily seduce you. with a small nod, your eyes flutter closed as you fight the chill that wants to run down your spine. “y-yes, zhongli, it’s…” your breath hitches when his thumb brushes your lace-covered clit, “...exhausting sometimes.”

a deep chuckle forms in his throat as he peppers light kisses along the back of your bare neck, pushing the ruffle trim top of your dress off one of your shoulders to expose more of your soft skin.

“then allow me.” grasping the back zipper between his fingers, he pulls it down, taking his precious time undressing you from your collar to your tailbone. “if at any point you want me to stop, just say 'lapis'," he whispers and you agree.

he pushes the sleeves over and off of your arms before unfastening your bra. everything falls to the floor, the expensive material pooling around your feet. having rendered you naked save for your panties and designer heels, he stands back a bit and tells you to turn around and face him. feeling a bit self-conscious, you cover your breasts and bite your lower lip nervously as you follow his order.

“tut-tut.” zhongli shakes his head in mild disapproval. “uncover yourself. i want to see every inch of your gorgeous body.”

you lower your arms, exposing your creamy breasts with pretty, budded nipples and zhongli’s amber eyes seem to glow with arousal. he takes his time looking you up and down, licking his lips, drinking in your form as his hard cock strains against his slacks. 

kissing you as he comes in close again, pulling you in with his hands on your ass to let the clothed head of his cock rub against your panty-clad pussy. you gasp and he grips his own cock through his pants and rubs the head over your hidden clit.

reaching for one of your hands, he places it on his clothed erection, sending a jolt of arousal to your core. “touch me,” he says. "i know you want to."

you nod, giving his girth a tentative squeeze through his expensive slacks. a quiet groan escapes zhongli’s throat as he pushes himself into your hand, watching you with hooded eyes as you palm him. even through the dark virgin wool you can feel that his cock is thick and hot, and you can’t help but clench as you imagine how it would feel to be taken and filled by him.

“get on your knees,” he commands and you obey, putting you at eye level with the wet spot that has formed where his cockhead is pressing against his slacks. “take my cock out.” 

you can hardly believe this is happening. not five minutes ago, you were having an innocent conversation with your platonic sugarbaby. now you’re on your knees, seconds away from freeing his cock and tasting his precum - something you’ve wanted since first laying eyes on him but never thought would become a reality.

your well-manicured hands reach for his belt, unfastening it before opening his pants to free his impressive dick. it’s so pretty - thick and pale with a bulbous tip flushed dark pink and a couple of fat veins running the length of him. you lick your lips and wrap your hand around his silky shaft, so warm and hard. without thinking, you open your mouth to lick his swollen cockhead but he reaches down and stops you with a finger to your chin.

“did you ask for permission to suck my cock?”

his authoritative tone has you soaking through your panties, your own slick coating your inner thighs. “n-no, sir.” zhongli is pleasantly surprised at how effortlessly you’ve stepped into your submissive role. “may i please suck your cock, mister zhongli?” you ask, making his member twitch in your hand.

he gives you a kind, crooked smile. “yes, of course, little one.”

his salty flavor has you clenching around nothing when you drag your tongue from the underside of his cockhead to his slit. you give it a little kiss before swirling your wet muscle around it. “mmm~ you taste so good, mister zhongli…want more.”

“such a greedy slut,” he rasps with a crooked grin. “tell you what - i’ll give you a mouthful of my flavor, but you have to earn it.” he runs his fingers through your hair. “suck my cock well enough and i’ll let you drink as much of my cum as you can handle.”

his words have you eagerly wrapping your lips tightly around him, slowly taking him all the way to the back of your throat to make yourself salivate more. pumping your fist along what you can’t fit in your mouth, pretty soon the room is filled with wet, sucking noises along with the occasional grunt and muffled gag.

with your hand still jerking him, you pull off him with a gasp.

“did i say you could stop?” he rasps, fingers tightening in your hair.

“no, sir.” you barely get the words out before you quickly suck him in again. never before have you enjoyed sucking a cock so much as zhongli’s.

as he watches you bob on him like a cock-hungry whore, zhongli takes off his waistcoat and begins to unbutton the tailored shirt you bought him a couple of weeks ago. he works it off until he’s naked from the waist up. it’s difficult to fully appreciate the sculpt of his perfect body from this angle, but you can make out his chiseled chest and mouth-watering abs, causing you to whimper on his length.

he pets your hair and praises you before resting both his hands on top of your head. he guides your pace slowly at first, working himself deeper, pressing into your throat as he rocks his hips until he’s fucking your mouth. you’re gagging on him, a string of spit and precum hanging from your chin.

“look at me while you’re sucking my dick, little one,” he says, voice still commanding but heavy with lust.

you obey, looking up at him while he admires the way your pretty lips stretch around his wide shaft, traces of your lipstick mixing with your saliva on his skin. it’s hard to see him through the tears that prick at your eyes, but your slick is dripping from your panties onto the floor below. as your fingernails dig slightly into the flesh of his toned thighs, you swear you could cum with his cockhead deep in your throat. 

the way your tears dot your eyelashes makes him suck air through his teeth. “nnfuck~ do you have any idea how pretty you look choking on my cock like this, little one?” zhongli’s hips are rocking steadily, his tight balls touching your chin with every thrust. “such a good fucking girl…are you ready for your reward?”

all you can do is moan, the vibration sending him over the edge. with his fingers tangled in your hair, he presses his patch of black hair against the tip of your nose. fighting to keep his eyes focused on you, zhongli groans loudly, releasing his orgasm down your raw, well-deserved throat.

he pulls out of your mouth, leaving you sputtering and gasping for air. but you’ve loved every second of it. even when he’s forceful, zhongli has a grace about him that’s difficult to describe. but you sense it, you know it when you’re with him like this. “th- *gasp* thank you, m-mister zhongli. thank you f- *cough* for your cum.”

“you did so well, little one,” he groans, tenderly rubbing his thumb over your tear-streaked cheek. collecting some stray semen from your chin, he pushes his thumb between your lips and you suck on it, moaning at the feeling of more of his creamy fluid coating your tongue. “you earned every drop, so don’t waste it.”

your willingness to please, your gratitude, your pliability…they all endear you to him. you may spend your money on him, but he slips into the role of your doting dominant just as seamlessly. he wants to take care of you. to dominate you and reduce you to a babbling mess underneath him, but he wants to care for you and make sure you know you’re safe even more so.

he helps you to your feet before backing you up against your desk. he picks you up, semi-hard cock bouncing with his movements, and sets your ass down on the documents you’d just finished when he came into your office.

“zh-zhongli, the paperwork-”

“my dear, the paperwork should be the least of your concerns right now, but if you must know,” he huffs, pulling your drenched panties down and off your legs, “those documents are as good as ruined…”

before you can protest he curls his hands behind your knees and yanks your ass to the edge of your desk, important forms dragging along beneath you, some fluttering to the floor. now you’re naked, save for your louboutins. zhongli clasps his hands around your ankles and lifts them in the air before bringing his lips to one of them and blazing a long, slow trail along the inside of your leg. 

“but don’t you worry…” he mutters between kisses to your skin, his lust-darkened eyes looking right into yours, “your work will be the last thing on your mind by the time i’m done with you.”

his words, his voice, his gaze…it’s all too much and you shudder under his touch, breathing his name. your hands find his dark brown hair, the long ponytail hanging over his shoulder and tickling your electrified skin as he sucks a bruise into your inner thigh.

zhongli’s hands glide down the length of your legs, spreading them to expose your wet, swollen lips. “your pussy is stunning, my lady. even more beautiful than it smells.” he pushes your knees further back, his softened cock twitching back to life as he watches your folds open for him. he breathes you in, groaning at the pink tip of your hard bud peeking out from between your inner lips. “i’ve been dying to taste you…

“ohhh~” you keen, back arching when you feel the heat of his breath on your neglected sex. “mister zhongli…please~”

“please what?” he grumbles, dark amber eyes peering up at you from between your legs.

“p-please…” you plead, voice meek and submissive, “please lick me…”

without taking his eyes off you, he sticks his tongue out and licks a slow, wide strip over your puffy lips. your hips jolt at the tender sensualilty of his warm, silky muscle touching you where you need him most.

“your flavor…” he moans quietly, “delectable.” he teases his tongue around your hard pearl, swiping slowly between your inner labia to taste more of you. “sweeter and more intoxicating than any wine i’ve had the pleasure of rolling over my tongue…”

already you’re cooing for him and he can’t help but want to hear what other sounds he might be able to pull from you, never mind how much he’s dying to devour you. he swirls his tongue around your tiny, pink erection before wrapping his lips around it and sucking it in against his tongue. immediately your back arches off the desk as you gasp his name, shoving your sex deeper into his mouth. zhongli’s brows furrow as he sucks you in harder with a deep growl. his graceful hands are pushing on the backs of your thighs, pressing you further open to dip his tongue inside your tight hole.

“gahahhh~” you cry out, his nose nudging your throbbing clit as he fucks you with his wet muscle.

he lifts his face from your pussy, glistening with the mixture of your arousal and his spit. you open your eyes but before you can whine in protest, he kisses you, and you moan at the taste of your pussy on his tongue as he presses two expert fingers inside you. you cry into his mouth, the pad of his thumb massaging your clit.

he pulls away, a string of your juices and his saliva connecting your lips. “such a good girl for me,” zhongli pants, drunk on your pussy. he slips his naked shoulders under your thighs, his free hand pushing up over your tummy and ribs to cup your breast and gently squeeze your pebbled nipple. “i think it’s time for another reward, hm?” all you can muster is a pitiful whimper in response as his fingertips find your sweet spot. “but you have to promise to cum for me, little one,” he breathes.

“y-yes, sir…” you all but sing for him, “please, mister zhongli…promise…i promise i'll cum for you~”

a dark smile tugs at his lips as he lowers his mouth to your cunt, sucking your clit into his warm, wet mouth once again. his fingers work you over nicely, tugging vigorously against your g-spot as he rubs his flexed tongue over your hard, pink tip. your orgasm builds slowly, deep in your bones and outward intensely as your fingers curl in his hair and you buck your hips against his face.

“fuck, oh god~” you cry out, only for him to latch on tighter, determined to suck you all the way off and drink down every last drop of your orgasm.

his waiting mouth is filled with your essence as his blunt fingertips dig into the plush of your hips. he drinks you down as best he can as you gush for him, but a fair amount of your liquid escapes his mouth and drips lewdly from his chin. slowly he pulls away, sliding his fingers out of your still-clenching pussy. you’re still too drunk on your high to notice yet, but his cock is in his hand, hard and leaking again. 

“so good…” he drawls, standing and sliding his dark pink cockhead between your wet, slippery folds.

you flinch at the contact. you want it - more than anything - but you’re so sensitive and his swollen tip is driving you mad as it bounces over your poor little clit.

zhongli huffs, his cock momentarily catching on your hole before sliding between your pussy lips again. he knows how overstimmed you must be but he’s too needy to care about that right now. he’s wanted to slip his cock into you for far too long and now that his shaft is sliding between your slippery folds he can’t hold back any longer. 

how many nights and mornings has he thought of you while fucking his own hand until he soiled his sheets with his hot sticky semen? how many afternoons has he returned to his office after enjoying a kettle of tea with you, only to lock his door and pull his cock out of his trousers before jacking off while moaning your name under his breath. too many times he has tried to be quiet while biting his lower lip and whimpering quietly as he filled his own hand with his thick, white cum until it dripped between his fingers onto the wooden floor below.

he leans over you, one hand planted on your desk and the other still guiding his cock, massaging your swollen clit with his thick tip. 

“you’ve been so good to me,” he groans, lust-blown amber eyes looking down at you with fire in them. “you’ve given me everything i’ve wanted and more…” the underside of his hard shaft is gliding noisily between your folds.

“y-you deserve the whole world, zhongli,” you breathe, looking into his eyes. “i adore you…” his eyes soften at your proclamation. he stops moving his hips and kisses you, soft and tender, his tongue rolling slowly around yours before pulling away just enough to look at your beautiful face again, your eyes so full of desire and affection for him. “and i you. please-” he breathes, eyes narrowing and his hips moving again, slowly. “…let me take care of you.” both of your breaths hitch when his cockhead finally presses against your hole and stretches you open.

“nnhh~fuck, zhongli…so good~” you keen, your mouth falling open at the feeling of the soft pop of your pussy as it surrenders to his meaty tip pushing past it, deeper into your wet heat.

“ahh~” he gasps deeply, “y-you…” his head falls to your neck as he works himself in and out, a little deeper each time, “you feel -mmff- perfect~” your warm, soft walls welcome him, yield to him, sucking him in hard as you moan for him.

zhongli's cock is slick and glistening with your need. his hands hold your hips in place as he plunges into you harder, his fingertips dimpling your plush skin. your nose is buried in his hair, breathing in his masculine scent and his deep grunts as he flicks his tongue over your nipple while his naked hips clap against your ass. he rises, yanking your ass to the edge of the desk and holds you there with his hands over your thighs as he drives his length - hard and thick and wet - into your heat. your lover maintains eye contact with you as he puts your ankles on his shoulders, his hands around your hips to hold you in place when he begins thrusting harder.

fueled by your cries of pleasure, zhongli fucks you right. he takes care of you just like he said he would. you can feel the pressure of your everyday obligations lifting from your shoulders with every groan that falls from his lips, every slap of wet skin that fills the walls of your office, every whimper of his name and every growl of yours as he makes you forget that you ever needed to be in charge of anything. zhongli is in control now, pressing his lips to the inside of your ankle while those burning amber eyes stay trained on you. 

you trust him, beyond pleased to finally see this side of him. you had always suspected there was a latent dominant in him, but for him to finally take charge like this - of the situation, of you, of your body - you give it all over to him freely. and you’re rewarded deeply. so relaxed your tits are bouncing, your eyes fluttering and crossing as you feel another orgasm building deep within your core.

zhongli leans forward, holding your legs fast against his chest with one arm while anchoring himself with the other. the pad of his thumb is rubbing your clit, his lips are parted, eyes hooded, his moans mixing with yours as he fucks you so thoroughly and you cry out, “ohh…hnn…ZHONGLI~”, thighs trembling, cumming so hard you spray a little against his taut, sweaty belly, still flexing as he fucks you through your orgasm. 

“oh fuck, so beautiful…” he pants, eyes drawn to the space where your bodies meet, beads of your spend trickling down his abs. your cream coats the base of his cock, glistening in his dark brown patch of hair. he quickly lowers your legs, letting you wrap them around his waist, needing to feel him close as he ruts out the last of himself into you. 

you’re still mindlessly whispering his name against his cheek as his grunts turn into quiet whimpers and his moans become gasps. “nnfuck…get ready to take my cum, little one.” 

you’re fucked out beyond bliss but you manage to breathe out a “yesss…please give me your cum, mister zhongli. need you to fill me up with your hot seed…please, please, please~”

your words send him over the edge, hips plunging hard against you before stilling as his cock throbs inside you to spill the hot, sticky contents of his balls into your readied, welcoming cervix. his thrusts slow and jerk as he fills you completely. 

“want you to take all of me,” he confesses against your cheek, eyes closed and brow furrowed. his hips jerk against you, the last of his sperm spilling from his slit. “want you to have it all. you deserve it.” 

— BONUS ENDING (because i'm a dork and i love zhongli’s quirky sense of humor):

when he’s ready, zhongli pulls his wet, softening cock out and watches with deep satisfaction as his semen leaks from your still-clenching hole to form a thick, creamy puddle on your officially disheveled documents. he laughs under his breath. “looks like this one has my signature now as well.”

zhongli m.list

— please consider reblogging if you're 18+ and enjoyed this. i worked really hard on it. <3

[dalivanmagritte]

NCT FIC REC : JEONG JAEHYUN

back to the nct fic rec

just us. (fav, smut, fluff, royal!au)

promise of duke (fav, smut, nobless!au)

oops, baby (i love you) (fav, smut, fluff, angstish, modern royal!au)

a summer love (fav, fluff, suggestive, 60's!au, smalltowngirl!au)

seeds of pomegranate (fav, angst, smut, fluff, greek mythology!au)

just us. (smut, fluff, royal!au)

team captain (smut, fluff, college!au)

sleep well? (smut, incubus!au)

of sunrise and roses (fluff, suggestive, demigod!au, mythology!au)

on the shore of the styx (angst, mythology!au)

son of zeus (fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

son of lachesis (fluff, angstish, demigod!au, mythology!au)

son of dionysus (angst, demigod!au, mythology!au)

the charming (smut, housemate!au, college!au)

not so charming (fluff, hogwarts!au)

romanée-conti (smut, fluff, sugardaddy!au)

the v week spy (smut, fluff, college!au, stvalentine!au)

king of the streets (smut, fluff, angst, streetracer!au, journalist!au)

begin again (smut, angst)

die in your arms (smut, angst, spooky!au)

just friends (fluff, college!au)

i've got my eye on you (fluff, deaf!jaehyun)

rose bud (smut, fluff, angstish, college!au)

pregnant partner (fluff, smut)

je ne sais quoi (fluff, suggestive)

two worlds appart part.2 (angst, smut, royal!au)

midday reverie (smut, angst, fluff, abo!au)

twilight (smut, vampire!au)

boy toy (smut)

body party (smut, boxer!au)

milf (smut, fluff, milf!au)

no distraction (smut)

one of the girls (smut, neighbor!au)

sleep well, princess (fluff, smut, brotherbff!au)

horizon (smut, office!au, ceo!au)

chained (smut, arranged marriage!au)

Fucking up the sheets (smut)

back for more (smut)

our little secret (smut, ceo!au)

shapeshifter wolf (fluff, angst, witch!au, shapeshifter!au)

teacher's pet (smut, teacher!au)

deadly kiss (smut, office!au)

head over broomsticks (fluff, suggestive, hogwarts!au)

jaehyun's new secretary (smut, office!au, ceo!au)

stress no more (smut, ceo!au)

make a mess for me (smut)

racer (smut, angst, streetracer!au)

trick or treat (smut, halloween!au, dad!jaehyun, neighbour!reader, ceo!au)

trick or treat (smut, halloween!au, neighbour!au, voyeur!au)

a nonsense christmas (smut, camgirl!au)

christmas puppy (smut, fluff)

cockwarming (smut)

runway (angst, fluff, smutish, e2l!au, fashion!au)

stars, moons & other celestial bodies (angstish, fluff, retro!au)

you have one missed call (smut)

wrong hands (smut, bodyguard!au, mafia!au)

tits obsessed (smut)

19:30 (smut)

heart aches (smut)

honeymoon avenue (smut, angstish)

around the corner (fluff, angst, rich!au)

deadly kiss (smut, fluff, office!au, architect!au, engineer!au)

boyfriend material (fluff, fake dating!au, angstish, college!au)

7:37 (fluff, college!au)

motives (1) (smut, demon!au)

baby making (smut, new parents!au)

hearts won at practice (fluff, smut, junior footballplayer!au)

pastas? (fluff)

that's it (smut)

popsicle (smut)

perv! jaehyun (smut)

perfume (smut, werewolf!au, witch!au)

danger x johnny (smut, abo!au)

can you handle it? x johnny, jeno, jaemin (smut)

i wanna make you scream (smut, ghostface!au)

send in the clowns x mark x haechan (smut, halloween!au)

[pupyuj]

— UP NEXT . . .

fics ;

— "best mistake," [dom!ex-girlfriend!g!pkim gaeul x sub!brat!reader.]

— "must-watch," [dom!ghostface!naoi rei x sub!reader.]

— "surreal," [dom!demon!jang wonyoung x sub!human!reader.]

— "all night, all mine," sequel to your colorful secrets / part three of the magic words series. [dom!mean girl!jang wonyoung x sub!nerd!reader.]

— "pick your poison," [sub!witch!liz x dom!apprentice!reader.]

— "here, kitty," [sub!cat hybrid!liz x dom!human!reader.]

— "check," [dom!g!pshin ryujin x sub!reader.]

— "noblesse oblige," [sub!vampire!uchinaga aeri x dom!brat!reader.]

series / smau ;

— "i'm all you'll need," series. beach doll/whore au. [g!pdom!various idols x sub!reader]

— "everybody talks," smau. [g!pswitch!ahn yujin x switch!7th member!reader]

!! REQUESTING RULES !!

> requests that are in the 'priority' list are the ones that either came first, or ones that i'm interested enough to focus on!

> requests that are in the 'other' list are ones that will be taking a longer time to be made!

> requests that are in the 'pending' list are ones that i'm still thinking about whether i should write it or scrap it!

> please note that i get busy, lazy, or simply hit by a writer's block a lot so some requests, even the ones in the priority list, aren't going to be uploaded in a consistent time frame djfhfifjvk...

request / priority (2 max) ;

— "little things," [(soft) dom!ahn yujin x sub!reader]

— "dreamlike," [dom!stepsis!jang wonyoung x sub!innocent!reader]

request / other ;

— "one of one," [dom!toxic!ahn yujin x sub!innocent!reader]

request / pending ;

— none.

[gabessquishytum]

https://www.tumblr.com/gabessquishytum/735982880275283968/royalty-au-where-hob-and-dream-are-head-over-heels?source=share

A High Holy Day OR blessing the Harvest after Dream starts to participate in his married culture more -- it is the (Prince) Consort's function to bless the harvest/perform rites to bless the fertility of the kingdom.

On the sacred alter where Dream is laid out, King Hob must bring Dream to as many explosive orgasms as he can over the course of the day as the public lines up to touch Dream's sweaty satisfied body. To be in the presence of the Prince Consorts pleasure, to touch his pleasured body is to be granted blessings and/or a good harvest.

Because Dream was "shy" no one thought the rites would be celebrated during Hob's reign, so when the proclamation when out that Dream agreed to celebrate the holy day, people started arriving days in advance and the line to touch and bask in the largesse of the Prince Consort wrapped around the castle.

And since noblesse oblige demands that all who come to celebrate the holiday with the royal family be given the opportunity to receive the blessing of the Prince Consort --- Hob had to keep Dream cumming alllllll day.

Hnnnnngg Dream is such a good consort <3

Hob has asked over and over if he's really sure that he wants this, and Dream seems to be completely certain. He's even had the traditional garments made for the ceremony, not that he'll be wearing them for long. He's read as many accounts of the ritual as he can find in preparation, and he is awash with excitement!!! On the festival day, Hob is honestly probably more nervous that Dream is. He's weirdly terrified that he'll just forget how to give Dream orgasms or something.

But of course that doesn't happen. As soon as the blessing rite begins, Hob relaxes and focuses on his consort. Enjoying Dream’s body is the easiest thing in the world, whether other people are watching or not. He makes Dream cum with his mouth on his nipples, with his fingers in his hole, with his cock pressed between Dream’s lovely lips. Dream’s body reacts beautiful, and after each orgasm he already seems eager for the next! How ever exhausted he gets he still has a spark of desire. Especially when Hob fucks him slow and deep, giving his swollen puffy hole what it really needs.

The people know that it will be a bountiful harvest indeed. Dream’s body is proof of that! He gives ever drop of his cum willingly, and when the rite is done, the prophets are declaring a golden age for the realm. Honestly, Dream just wants a nap... but Hob is looking at him with such pride. Maybe he can manage one more orgasm....

[zwy01]

Blood Moon AU!! Part 2 - Werewolves

Second part of my second major AU, Blood Moon AU. The nobles and werewolves basically have a race swap in an almost brand new setting.

For more info, check out my first post where I explained the general lore and setting of this AU (highly recommended for a better understanding because characters in this post reference characters in the one linked below here):

I didn’t do every character because there’s a lot of them, so I left out ones that don’t have major roles in the story. If they have a name in canon, then they all exist in this AU, just that I haven’t named/drawn them yet. Maybe in the future if I feel like it. But for now, this is pretty much it.

The characters.

Peach: Current Lord of the Werewolves. Adoptive father of twins Ruth and Rosemary. Peach isn’t his real name. No one knows what his real name is. He never mentions it, and he simply smiles and doesn’t answer when asked. Peach is just the nickname the werewolves came up for him at some point because his face is covered in small fuzzy hairs which gives him the appearance of a fresh peach. And no one can really recall how he became Lord. It just sort of happened. The werewolves all agreed that he’s good for the job, and the throne became his in the blink of an eye. Okay then, sigh, fiiiiine, he’ll do it. The werewolves seem quite happy about it. It’s almost like they all voted on him. And the previous Lord has had enough and decided it was time for him to retire and enjoy the rest of his days with his family, so he was more than enthusiastic to step down and hand things over to Peach. Peach was confused about being put into a leadership role out of the blue, but he adjusted very well and does a good job of caring for his people. Perhaps the werewolves realized that physical strength is not the only attribute of a good leader. Maybe this is what they call change, and that they have evolved from the old ways. Anyways, Peach does qualify for role of Lord since he is decent at fighting and an impressive warrior, but his greatest strengths lie in his communication skills and diplomatic nature when it comes to problem solving and negotiation.

Peach is responsible for communicating with Marcus and his fellow nobles of the secret noble organization regarding transportation and distribution of resources from Lukedonia to werewolf island. Peach is eternally grateful to Marcus and his allies for going as far as to betray their noble Lord and in the process risk their own lives to help the werewolves survive and thrive in these trying times. The werewolves do have their own means of production, but it’s not enough and they need some extra help. And Marcus and his nobles answered. Peach just can’t thank them enough. Peach is also good friends and pen pals with Marcus. They call each other “Peachy” and “Maduke” in their letters.

Peach puts his own needs behind those of his people. When Marcus’ supplies of food, money, and other essential items arrive, Peach always tells his people to pick everything they need and even bring home some extras. He waits for everyone to take their share, then he picks from whatever is left. This often results in him not eating enough, though his weight loss is also partially due to him subconsciously eating less than what he really needs. He does this out of love for his people, and he wants to save every extra bite for someone who might need it… even if there are enough resources to go around a few times thanks to Marcus. Peach just wants everyone to have a good life, and being their leader means putting his people above all else, including himself. The werewolves are aware of their Lord’s tendencies to unintentionally skip meals, and they figured out a way to solve that. They would tell him that they won’t eat unless he does too, and then Peach would eat because he doesn’t want his people to starve themselves. If it works, it works. Peach appreciates his people just as much as they appreciate him. They know it’s no easy job to be Lord, and they’re all there to support him. Peach has their full respect and this unanimous sentiment is more than rock solid. He is their only candidate for Lord and they will never challenge him for as long as he’s willing to sit on the throne. There probably are quite a few werewolf warriors who are stronger than him and could defeat him in a duel, but no one even thinks of challenging him despite the old rules stating how the strongest gets to rule them all. Peach is simply too precious. Quite unusual for a warlike supernatural race, maybe even too peaceful to be true, but it’s real. The werewolves are one big happy pack.

Peach has no biological children, though the number of werewolf women who are eyeing him and more than willing to have his children can probably form a line all the way up to Mother Moon in space. It makes sense, he’s literally the perfect man.

Peach has two adopted daughters, Ruth and Rosemary, whom he found by the werewolves’ equivalent of a dumpster. He felt sorry that their parents didn’t want them, and took them in and raised them as his own.

Ruth: Adopted daughter of Peach, and Rosemary’s twin. Ruth is rather sensitive and has a tendency to make decisions based on feelings and impulse, and needs to learn not to jump to conclusions. She is also prone to overthinking and still doubts Peach’s love for her to this day. Ruth thinks her father only adopted her out of pity and that he is only nice to her because it makes him feel good about himself, which are all false. This puts a strain on their relationship and Peach has a hard time bonding with Ruth, and Rosemary takes up most of the communication between these two. Ruth does genuinely love Peach as her father but she just needs plenty of reassurance. Other than that, she’s a pretty chill person despite being stoic at times. Technically, Ruth has a lot of privileges as the daughter of the Lord, but just like her father, she has an immense love for her people thus never actually uses the perks she’s entitled to. Like Peach, she waits for others to take what they need and scavenges for the leftovers, though Peach always stops her and asks her eat properly because she’s still growing. When Ruth refuses and insists on being like her father, Peach then orders her to eat and she has to listen to him. It’s the only time Peach ever orders Ruth to do anything and it’s a running joke in the family, to the former’s amusement and the latter’s annoyance.

Ruth is also a bit of an odd one out when compared to her fellow werewolves because she somehow finds fighting with a sword to be much more natural and swift as opposed to using her claws like werewolves are supposed to. It just feels way more intuitive, and she knows how to fight in that style. Too bad no one shares this feeling, and to this day Ruth remains the only person who can teach herself. Peach is looking into bringing proficient swordsmen into werewolf island so his daughter can have someone to bond and train with. His success is limited, and Ruth is stuck with self-learning. Maybe another day. People think it’s funny how the Lord’s daughter favors swinging around some sharp stick over Mother Moon’s gift of transformation and hand-to-hand combat. Well, she’s already kind of weird, so. Sticks over fists, y’all.

Ruth has a crush on Kenji.

Rosemary: Adopted daughter of Peach, and Ruth’s twin. While Ruth is skittish and distant, Rosemary is social and upbeat. Rosemary hopes that her sister will eventually see that her assumptions about their father’s feelings for her are only misunderstandings, but for now she’ll keep acting as the bridge between these two because Ruth isn’t exactly enthusiastic about sitting face to face and talking it out with pops Peach just yet. Rosemary just sighs. This is also why Rosemary is closer to their father because she has no problems with expressing herself and the communication between them is much better. Rosemary is the less independent twin and likes to stick around Peach for most of her day because she simply likes being around him, and the latter is quite flattered. She enjoys assisting Peach with his work and she’s one of the most hard-working volunteers who helps to transport and distribute the contents of Marcus’ packages to the citizens of werewolf island.

While Rosemary enjoys hand-to-hand combat, she also likes to study magic and draws magic circles in her free time. Being a werewolf magician is just so cool. Shooting powerful laser beams and setting up movement restriction spells? That’s a YES. Rosemary is a big fan of noble streamer Zivon Tradio, who goes by “GlitterDream KittyPaws” on the internet. Perhaps she can alter and adapt some of his spells for her own use. She also has a bunch of his merch, with a pink nail filer with his face on it as the latest addition to her collection. Peach is aware of Rosemary’s hobby and is supportive of her. It’d be fun if she can learn some tricks and give him a new hairdo in the snap of a finger! So fun.

Rosemary has a crush on Cloudy.

Ronan: Younger brother of Larke. A haughty and prideful werewolf with a certain hatred for nobles. Ronan insists that he despises all of them even though many of the foods he eats and the things he uses were generous gifts to them from Marcus, who is… a noble. His argument is that the noble Lord is incredibly selfish and malicious for monopolizing almost all the available resources in the world for Lukedonia and that Marcus is just doing what he’s supposed to do, to redistribute some of that back to the inhabitants of the world, which includes his pack. It does make some sense, but Ronan completely ignores the huge risks Marcus has taken by going against his Lord and he is somewhat ungrateful. His older brother Larke tries to correct him, to no avail.

Ronan is known for his speed, though Larke is even faster than him. He takes great pride in his brother’s achievements as well as his own. Ronan tries hard to impress Larke and loves him very much, though he doesn’t tell him that his deepest fear is that Larke will abandon him one day; a fear that will never come true but haunts him nonetheless.

Ronan also has a dislike for humans but he secretly loves spicy ramyeon and chocolate coated cookie sticks. It’s almost like a guilty pleasure to him, and he’d get all embarrassed when someone points out his double standards. Marcus occasionally sends human treats to werewolf island as well, and you can bet Ronan’s always rushing to check what’s new. He’s too prideful to admit it. Sigh.

Ronan has a crush on Sapphire and is borderline obsessed with her. He used to invade her personal space all the time but over time he has learned to not be an ass. He genuinely cares about her, and wants to win her heart one day. He’d gladly be Remi’s stepfather if both mother and son let him, but Remi doesn’t really like him. Rip. He tries to get Remi to like him, though.

Larke: Older brother of Ronan. Larke is famous for being the fastest of the werewolves. He and his brother Ronan’s late father was also known for his speed. Larke was able to push his own limits and at some point surpassed their father, which is a huge achievement. Larke might not talk much, but he cares a lot for his loved ones. Their father died when Ronan was a toddler and Larke raised him in his father’s stead. Ronan means everything to Larke and the latter would sacrifice anything for his younger brother. Larke is also completely dedicated to werewolf island and he believes that one day the most fulfilling way to die is to give up his life defending his home. For this reason, Larke trains day and night to become even stronger and always strives to overcome his limits. Larke is also wary of the nobles and more or less anticipates a surprise attack from Lukedonia given the nature of their Lord, though he doesn’t say it out loud like Ronan does. His gut feeling tells him that his father’s death had something to do with the nobles despite the lack of evidence.

Larke has a crush on Kameron.

Kenji: No one knows what his origins are. Kenji is one of the werewolves not native to werewolf island. Instead, he came from the outside and joined the clan here to escape his former clan. The clan he was born into was too aggressive and always at internal conflict, and that is not the lifestyle he wants. They were too bloodthirsty and merciless, and it wasn’t uncommon to wake up to a couple of dead bodies lying around soaked in fresh pools of blood. Those bodies would then be kicked around and ultimately dragged away and tossed into the ocean before the stench hit. The werewolves there treated this as normal occurrence. Just another day, no big deal. It’s too much for someone like Kenji. Kenji just wants peace and quiet, which is exactly what Peach’s clan can offer to him. He had heard rumors about Peach’s clan and ultimately left his old clan in search of a new home despite there being richer material resources in his homeland. It’s just not worth it to stay. And he is right. Peach’s clan is more much peaceful and conflicts only go as far as harmless personal drama. Peach listened to Kenji’s story and welcomed him to join their family, and Kenji’s been doing very well ever since. Sometimes Kenji accidentally hurts members of his new clan out of reflex simply because he had to stay on guard to defend himself at all times in his old clan, and that has taken a toll on his mind. His new family is very understanding of him, and tells him it’s okay, they’ll help him together. Kenji tears up every time they’re nice to him. Aww, he’s just a big ol’ teddy bear despite his scary appearance.

Long ago, in his homeland, Kenji had two daughters and a son but they all died from being caught up in the warriors’ internal conflict. Even his partner fell victim to one of the fights there, and Kenji wasn’t able to save them in time. To this day he refuses to get attached to anyone because he doesn’t want to experience loss anymore.

Linden: Son of an unnamed human father and werewolf mother. Linden is quite an oddity among his kind for being half-human. He’s definitely not the only one, but there’s not many of them. Growing up wasn’t easy because his heritage means that his body is a bit different from everyone else’s, and that his parents couldn’t fully grasp how to best raise their son because he is neither werewolf nor human, instead something in between. Linden’s father was one of the very few humans to reside in werewolf island as a permanent “member” of the pack. His parents had a happy, fulfilling life together and his father eventually died of old age and now it’s just Linden and his mother. Linden tries his hardest to adapt to a werewolf lifestyle but he doesn’t quite fit in with the rest of them. He looks like a pureblooded werewolf and acts and thinks like one, but the human blood in his veins would render him unable to keep up with the rest of his peers. His friends are extra careful with him because they’re afraid he might just fall apart if he accidentally trips himself or something. It’s okay, Linden’s tougher than he looks. He insists that they include him on their activities. He’s a bit slow and less strong, but he’ll catch up in a minute. Linden is a joy to be around so everyone likes him, even if he’s not quite at their level.

Linden has a special thing for tea. He likes to forage for leaves and puts them in boiling water to see how they taste. It’s so much fun! He’d take the leaves and dry them, age them, mix them with other ingredients etc. to create a variety of tastes. Though he has to be careful because some things that pureblooded werewolves have natural full immunity to are still dangerous to him. Once he almost went to the other side from drinking something he crafted without checking the contents carefully and his friends were barely able to pull him back from having one foot in the grave. Well, he had no one to check with, he thought he had full immunity just like everyone else! Now he knows. In the present day, the entire werewolf community is watching out for him. Oh my, thank you!

Linden has a crush on Ronan, and Rosemary, and Ruth, and many others. He ends up liking anyone who is nice to him.

Cloudy: Daughter of unnamed werewolves. She got her name from being born on a cloudy day. Cloudy is rather shy, and the only person whom she’s totally comfortable being around is her elderly father. He had Cloudy quite late, so he put all of his attention into her and she grew up rather sheltered. He did most of the talking for her, almost acting as her spokesperson. Cloudy would clutch onto her father’s robes and hide behind him when others approached and only grew out of it in adulthood. Sometimes, out of reflex, she still reaches her hand out expecting to grab onto a piece of cloth for comfort. Oops. She’s doing a great job though. Cloudy has her own group of good friends and they’re very caring with her. Rosemary, Kameron, and Linden are part of this group. Sapphire too if she decides to tag along. They like going to the beaches together and they’d sit on the sand and stargaze while listening to the waves and the gulls. Sometimes they’d also bury Linden until only his head is above the sand. And they’d all laugh together. Cloudy’s father was worried about her and what will happen after he dies because she’s so attached to him, but seeing his girl with her awesome friends has reassured him that she will be just fine after his soul returns to Mother Moon’s embrace.

Cloudy is one of the few if not only werewolf to not eat any meat. Like just no meat at all. This is a very strange thing for a werewolf to do, as the werewolves’ diet had been pretty much meat-only since the beginning of time, only to have evolved into more mixed one as of recently. Still, they’re mostly carnivores. Cloudy’s love of animals is very strong so she doesn’t eat any, as she can’t see them as food no matter how hard she tries. She’s fine with milk and eggs and such, just nothing harvested from an animal’s body. This diet would cause her to not be able to fully channel the strengths of a werewolf, but that’s fine to her since she was never really a fighter on the inside to begin with. Plus, she can just chill with Linden in the back. She can show him her colorful crystal collection and they’ll excitedly chat about where to find more.

Cloudy has a crush on Ruth.

Kameron: Son of unnamed werewolves. Kameron was the product of a short fling between his parents. His mother was a wandering traveler who stumbled upon werewolf island and that’s how she met his father. She left werewolf island and said her permanent goodbyes to her partner and then-toddler son to continue on with her travels, leaving her partner to raise Kameron on his own. Kameron and his father have a great relationship despite their differences in personality. Like his mother, Kameron is easygoing and cheerful. He has a talent for putting up smiles on people’s faces by being funny or making a fool of himself, or both. He always jokes about how Ruth and Rosemary are his long-lost sisters even though that’s clearly not the case. Peach thinks it’s hilarious.

Kameron has a fascination with noble culture. Sure, Lukedonia’s not the greatest place and its inhabitants are a mixed bag, but it’s still so interesting. He wants to know everything about them. What they do for fun, what their jobs are like, how the weather is over there, do they get to control their own weather, how does it feel to read minds, how does it feel to get your minds read, do you even have eating utensils and beds if you don’t need food or sleep, do you pee and poo, why is everyone’s eyes red, blah blah blah… the questions are endless and he is overflowing with excitement and curiosity. Kameron daydreams about picking up a random noble from the streets and just interviewing them all day long, asking questions to his satisfaction. It’s just so cool to be a noble. Kameron likes being a werewolf, of course, he’s just drawn by the unknown. Perhaps he’ll even marry a noble one day, haha. Just kidding, that’s impossible. It’s better to stay at home, he thinks. No way that’s happening.

Kameron has a crush on Larke, though the two of them don’t know that the feeling mutual. Kameron likes to tease Larke and Larke pretends to hate it even though he likes it and wants Kameron to talk to him more. There’s quite some unresolved tension between them and who knows where it’ll go.

Gregory: Father of Sapphire, and grandfather of Remi. Gregory was Peach’s father figure during the latter’s youth. He still is, and Peach relies on him for advice. Gregory is one of the few people whom Peach can truly relax around because he knows that he’ll be treated as a normal werewolf and not Lord of the werewolves, which is what everyone sees him as. Gregory knows that Peach gets tired from being put on a pedestal all the time, and as much as Peach enjoys being in a leadership position, too much is too much. When these two are alone, Peach would jokingly complain to Gregory about how sitting on the cold, hard throne all day just hurts his buttcheeks and even his superior werewolf healing can’t save him. They’d have a laugh about it and talk about family drama and stuff. Though not related by blood, these two are very much family by bond. Gregory’s nickname for blonde werewolf is Peachfuzz. In return, he gets called Grandpa Grumpy. Aww.

At some point the nickname Grandpa Grumpy spread across werewolf island and now most of the pack calls him that instead of his actual name, as an affectionate way of addressing him. He’s fine with it. They all love and respect him for his wisdom, and for that he is grateful.

Gregory does have a real family. He has a daughter named Sapphire who looks just like him. As a father, Gregory feels troubled because Sapphire is too polite and formal with him. He wishes that she can be more casual around him. While Gregory is aware that being reserved is part of Sapphire’s personality, he can’t help but wonder if she will ever let him into her life, even just a bit. What she’s doing, how she’s feeling, what she ate for lunch, what she wants for dinner, did she make new friends… she doesn’t seem to share much. He knows it is possible that she just doesn’t want him to worry, but she’s still his kid and he’s supposed to worry about her. Gregory always lets her know that he is there for her. In a way, Sapphire reminds him of his late partner, who was also distant and private. Other than that, Gregory and Sapphire are a loving family and they have their moments here and there.

Sapphire: Daughter of Gregory, and mother of Remi. Sapphire is quiet and mysterious. While she doesn’t reject being in a social setting, she prefers to sit on the sidelines and doesn’t initiate any sort of interaction unless she’s being interacted with. Rosemary, a good friend of hers, makes sure she’s included in activities. Sapphire would just blush and follow her friend group around. They know she’s not cold, she’s just a little quieter and that’s fine. Everything is normal and time passes by peacefully until one day, Sapphire’s belly starts to grow and she could no longer hide the baby she’s carrying. Gregory and all her friends are shocked. They thought they had her trust, but she never told anyone. They’re surprised because they’ve never seen Sapphire with another werewolf, and that she’s going to be a mother at such a young age. By human standards, she’d be a teen mom. Gregory tries to be gentle and very carefully asks his daughter who the father is, if she doesn’t mind sharing. Sapphire just closes her eyes and silently shakes her head, refusing to answer. It’s alright then, if she doesn’t want to say anything. They’ll help her the best they can.

Everything continues smoothly and the due date neared. This is when tragedy happens. For the first time ever, Sapphire is crying. There had been evidence of an abduction and several werewolves had disappeared. Sapphire’s partner was one of them. Traces pointed to Lukedonia, hinting that this was the deed of nobles, but there was nothing solid enough for them to hold against the nobles. In the end, they couldn’t save him. Or any of them. Sapphire was grief-stricken and refused to eat, almost killing herself and her unborn baby, until Gregory begged and begged for her to please take care of herself and that he cannot lose her. Unwilling to sadden her father, she starts to eat again and her body returns to normal.

Soon, Sapphire gives birth to a son and she names him Remi. Remi will never have a father, but she will try her best to raise him. Sapphire doesn’t really have any hobbies that stand out because she spends most of her time on Remi so she never really gets the chance to explore with her life.

Sapphire is too busy to like anyone. She does have a lot of admirers, many of whom are more than willing to take care of her and Remi as her partner and Remi’s stepfather. Ronan is one of them. Sapphire rejects all of them, but they just keep coming back. Remi shoos them away for her. Maybe one day Sapphire will find love again, but right now she is still mourning her partner who is currently permanently missing with no news of his fate whatsoever.

(Eventually she does find love and has her happily ever after. In the far future she has another child aka Remi’s half-sibling with a nice werewolf guy, when Remi is an adult)

Remi: Son of Sapphire, and grandson of Gregory. Remi is stubborn and tends to react emotionally to things. He thinks this is his fault and blames himself for being temperamental, but in reality he’s just his father’s son. Other than his looks, he doesn’t resemble his mother much. Remi is in a bit of a special situation. Sapphire is his mother, but they’re more like siblings. This is partially due to Sapphire having him at a young age, but mostly due to his grandfather Gregory suggesting that he grows up as his mother’s brother instead of her son. This is to take some stress off Sapphire’s shoulders so she won’t need to be anxious all the time. Originally, Sapphire could’ve raised Remi together with her partner, but that became impossible due to the abduction incident. Raising Remi alone is too much for a young Sapphire, so Gregory stepped up. He doesn’t mind raising his grandson as his son, and tells Sapphire that she can choose to go on and enjoy life as she wishes and leave Remi to him. Whatever she decides, he will be supportive. Sapphire is grateful for her father’s offer, but ultimately decides to be a very involved sister-ish mother in Remi’s life. And that’s that. Their family is a bit special with unconventional dynamics, but still loving nonetheless. Remi calls his mother by her name and his grandfather “Father”. Neither of them minds and they’re quite content with it. Sapphire’s friends also treat Remi as one of them and often ask her if her “brother” wants to tag along for hunting or fishing or something.

Remi’s primary goal in life is to gain power. He wants to grow up to become a strong and wise warrior like his grandfather, and he’s a bit impatient with it, despite being so young and still having lots of time in front of him. Gregory tells him not to worry. Other than that, Remi is rather dense and doesn’t know how to have fun. His friends have to drag him outside or else he’s just training all day.

Remi doesn’t like Ronan and finds him to be creepy. Remi once slapped Ronan across the face when the latter called him “my son”. He knows Ronan has a huge crush on his sister-mom but that’s just going too far. Just… ew. No thanks, bye bye. And stay away from her because she’s not interested!

Remi is too dense to like anyone. (For now)

Zen: Son of unnamed werewolves. Zen is respectful and composed, which are traits that become even more obvious when compared to his best friend Ulrich. Zen is an independent thinker. While he does appreciate Lord Peach and noble Marcus’ efforts to keep the werewolves afloat with extra resources, he believes that the werewolves should gradually wean themselves off the nobles’ help and become truly self-sufficient. It’s not beneficial to rely on outside help and who knows if one day the nobles will come and ask for the werewolves to return the favor since they’ve been “indebted” to them for so long. Zen doesn’t like the idea of his pack having something that can potentially be used against them. In reality, Marcus and his organization would never do such a thing, as they really are altruistic with their good deeds. Still, Zen has a hard time trusting them and he can’t bring himself to let his guard down. Zen has told Peach about his concerns, and the latter has reassured him that his worries will never come to be. Zen thinks otherwise. Peach appreciates Zen’s efforts to watch out for him and their big family, and jokes that he should take a “chill pill”. Zen is not amused.

In his free time, Zen just hangs out with Ulrich. He’s down to do whatever Ulrich is up for. He’s even willing to leave werewolf island and follow his best friend to the ends of the earth if that’s what he wants. That’s how much Ulrich means to him. Sometimes, Zen has dreams where he and Ulrich are in another strange universe where they are not werewolves; instead they are a supernatural race and the dream ends with both of them getting executed by a mysterious winged being. Maybe he’s just too tired, that’s why he’s making up all this crazy shit. But it’s too realistic to be a simple illusion. This gives Zen the chills.

When Ulrich is busy, Zen makes art with chains. He links them one by one. Your average werewolf would find that to be rather boring. Zen thinks it’s therapeutic.

Zen doesn’t have a crush on anyone, though he has a platonic love for Ulrich.

Ulrich: Son of an unnamed half-werewolf mother and werewolf father. Ulrich is mostly pretty tame though he can get fairly angry and jealous when he is upset, where he then tends to lash out at things and people nearby. Probably not the best judgement, because being three-quarters werewolf means that he’s weaker than most of whom he provokes and often ends up getting his regretful ass beaten. Probably deserved it. They didn’t start it, he did, so it’s always his fault. Ulrich would then sulk in the corner with a bloody nose and some bruises and complain to Zen about how the latter is late at comforting him. Zen would just sigh, shake his head, and come over and crouch down with Ulrich and tell him “better not do it next time” as he pats him on the shoulder. Ulrich never listens and he’s definitely doing it again. His one braincell simply never learns. And this cycle continues in an almost comedic manner. Zen is more than capable of defeating Ulrich in a spar at any given moment, but he lets his best friend boss him around without any objections. Ulrich doesn’t even know Zen is just super chill and nice. There’s not another soul in this world who will tolerate his less than favorable attitude and temper without some form of retaliation.

Ulrich is also a bit of a hypocrite. He can hang out others all he wants, but he gets upset when he sees Zen with someone else. He can have many friends, but Zen can only be his friend. His jealousy would cause him to lash out at his best friend at times, but he isn’t actually angry at him. Ulrich just never learned how to properly and calmly express his feelings. Fortunately, Zen accepts all of Ulrich’s flaws and they’re still best friends.

Ulrich has a weird hobby of pulling out his own fangs and fashioning them into necklaces and bracelets. It’s pretty hip, and hey it looks nice. Besides, he’s mostly a werewolf so they’ll grow back in. Ulrich makes Zen wear one of his “diy” necklaces and gets upset when the latter takes it off, so now he has to keep it on the whole time. Zen wouldn’t be surprised is Ulrich is making some pocket money with his unusual jewelry.

Ulrich doesn’t realize, but he too feels platonic love for his best friend. He probably can’t live without Zen.

Thank you for reading and stay tuned for future posts!

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If Jooster met without the social and financial implication, i.e. they're both servants, or gentlemen, do you believe they would still fall in love or is their relationship at leas partially due to their circumstances?

anon im obsessed with you. im obsessed with this.

TLDR they'd fall in love in every universe with every set of circumstances.

girlfail 4 girlboss is true no matter what social status they hold

heres what im thinking... (in mini, first meeting fic form)

Both servants AU:

Bertie and the Knight

I like to think of myself as a man of many capabilities, an iron will, a strength of character, an indomitable whatsit, a certain affability, a certain wit, irrespective of my Aunt's remarks on that matter. I may not be the most organized chap, nor the most tidy or capable of ironing, but I hardly see folding socks as being the measure of a man, what?

My employers seemed to hold a different opinion on the subject, though they often relied upon me for my quick-thinkedness, not that I had proven myself to be entirely reliable when fishing one out of the soup... I'll admit I often found myself in the reverse position, my employer pulling me out of some scheme or another gone pear-shaped...

One occasion left my employer, a Mr. Halloway, relying on his manservant, that is to say myself, to preform a scheme of his own invention, and he made it clear as... well something that is really quite clear, that it is imperative that this remain top secret. And a dashed difficult secret to keep. You see the lieu of this scheme happened to be Lady Halloway's Manor, a family reunion was to take place on the premises at the same time as this plot and well... I rather quickly found myself in somewhat soupy waters...

I had found the teapot, an ironing board, a frying pan, a box of matches and a bed-sheet, but I must have been struck by the same affliction that makes my good friend Barmy the man that he is, well you see I forgot what to do with the blasted things!

Then, in my moment of hapless peril did a Knight in black and pinstripe offer rescue, seemingly materializing out of the air itself!

"Excuse me, Mr. Wooster, I couldn't help but observe that you seem to be having some trouble tying these sheets around this teapot. Should you be requiring assistance?" he inquired, voice low and smooth and eloquent as my ears have ever heard, and I have spent my years among the noblesse, I have heard eloquence!

"Ah! Er, I mean that is to say no! That is to say no thank you Mr..." I sputtered hopelessly. You see the man was quite tall, standing a few inches above my own head, which is, you'll note, some 6-and-something feet from the ground. I'll admit I felt rather dwarfed in that moment, not that I particularly disliked the hastened pumping feeling in my chest.

"Jeeves." said Jeeves.

"Jeeves, right, yes. You need not worry yourself, Mr. Jeeves, rest assured that the Wooster brain will be able to... wrap itself around this conundrum in some way or another, what?" I assured him, not so steely in my conviction as I would have hoped...

"Indeed, Mr. Wooster... Though may I inquire as to the purpose of this... endeavour?" he asked once more, taking a hesitant glance at the ensemble of disjunctive materials I had amassed for what purpose?

I must say, feeling this man, Jeeves, broad chested and fit as he was looming over myself... I'd be hard-pressed to remember my own name at a time like this.

"Ah... ha, right... er, no, thank you, I believe I'll just... oh, well you know how these things work themselves out, hey...?" I replied, more useless and brainless as I'd ever been, which, my Aunts would say, is quite impressive.

"Indeed, Mr. Wooster." he spoke, and I couldn't help but notice the slight upward twitch of his lips and the cool, all-knowing shimmer in his dark eyes.

----

Both gentleman AU:

Where words fail, music speaks

I perused the hall upon entering it, greeting those I knew with idle pleasantries, introducing myself to those I did not. I mingled, engaged in topics of conversation far below my cognitive abilities though entertaining enough to stave off the urge to fabricate an explanation to excuse my early departure.

After some considerable time spent in placid conversation with distant acquaintances, I took notice of a man consorting among his companions by the grand piano. He appeared to be of the noblesse, although his attire denoted a certain unfamiliarity with appropriate dress for such an occasion, this demarked him from his associates who, to their credit, were composed marginally more suitably.

I parted ways with the gentleman with whom I'd been engaged in lacking conversation, on the premise of greeting an old friend who had newly arrived to the banquet. The man, chattering animatedly, took no notice of my approach as his hair, seemingly soft and almost buoyant, bounced atop his head as he spoke. His friends appeared off-put by my presence, one of them nudging him until he turned to face me.

"What ho!" the man greeted, his cheeriness alarming me somewhat as his wide eyes, the color of resplendent aventurine, seemed to beam brightly from within. "Bertram- Well, no, Bertie- yes Bertie Wooster." he added with a broad grin.

"Mr. Wooster..." I replied, temporarily at a loss for words as I met the man's extended hand with my own. His were cool, nimble, slender. I noted his fingertips on my hand, slightly calloused. I understood now why his party was huddled by the piano. "My name is Sir Reginald Jeeves."

"Oh, yes, well, good to meet you, Mr. Jeeves, rather... I say... You wouldn't happen to know who's bally shindig this would be, would you Jeeves?" he asked, leaning on the side of the pianoforte with a furrowed brow.

"I do believe the invitations were sent out on the part of a Sir Halloway, Mr. Wooster." I answered.

"And this Halloway fellow, I haven't had the pleasure as of yet, is he a... well is he a musical sort of chap?" Mr. Wooster inquired further, momentarily eyeing the instrument.

"It is my understanding that such is the case, Mr. Wooster."

"Oh, that is good news, eh, Jeeves? What is it that that Andersen johnny said about music. Something about words failing and so forth?" he asked, cheeks rosier with burgeoning excitement as his fingers seemed to play the notes on the piano's lid.

“Where words fail, music speaks.” I answered as he looked upon me with a kind of joyous gratitude I felt entirely undeserving to receive but grateful to witness.

"Truer words, what?"

"Indeed, Mr. Wooster..."

[darkicedragon]

Fanfic: A Punch and A Drink

Fandom: Noblesse Summary: Min-gyu was used to keeping a low profile to not draw attention, but he now has the attention of someone who seems completely on a different level compared to everyone else he's met before. Notes: Bartender!M-21 and bouncer!Kentas AU. Was going to be another snippet collection, but this might be a standalone for how M-21 first came to the bar and I make a different snippet collection afterwards. Rating: PG-13 Genre: General Word count: 4,816 Status: Complete First part of the series

Min-gyu tried to draw air into his aching lungs, his shoulder throbbing. Yeah, he was a half-werewolf with enhanced healing, so the wound was already gone only leaving slashed fabric and dried blood to prove the attack had even happened, but the area still hurt.

"Get back here, lil pup!" echoed around him, and he gritted his teeth, pushing himself faster as his lungs burned. Smoking had hid his scent from others who could identify him by smell, but he'd smoked enough over the years that even his werewolf healing was starting to give up on his lungs. "You think you can get away after trespassing on our territory?"

There wasn't any other way to mask his scents that worked. He'd tried them.

He dashed down an alley, hoping-

A dead end.

Fuck.

It wasn't quite a dead end, a fluorescent purple sign declaring Dark Spear glowing in the darkness. Maybe he could hide in there for a few minutes. He glanced at his torn clothing. He would stand out, but maybe he wouldn't be bothered considering what area of town he was in.

The door was open and he ducked in.

A bar greeted him.

And it was completely empty.

He couldn't hide anywhere here.

"The bar is closed right now."

Min-gyu span, focusing on the bar again. There was a blond man there behind it, cleaning a glass. He had been so still, that must have been why Min-gyu had missed him at first glance.

"Uh. Sorry?" What else was he meant to fucking say? To have a normal conversation after what he was in the middle of felt like he'd stepped into another world. Should he leave now? Had enough time passed?

The door behind Min-gyu slammed open. "There you are!"

Min-gyu backed up a couple of steps. Three werewolves squeezed in through the door. Shit!

"Can I help you?" floated behind Min-gyu from the bartender.

What kind of fucking - it was so fucking obvious what was happening!

"You can be quiet and let us do our business," the one at the front snarled.

Couldn't transform here. Not in front of a human. Min-gyu wasn't part of the supernatural world properly, but he knew some of the rules at least.

"Yes, well, rowdy patrons aren't allowed in here, so you will be removed."

Like that was going to fucking work!

The second werewolf scoffed. "Who by? You?" She slammed a fist against a table. "Go ahead and try!"

In the silence that followed, Min-gyu swore he heard a sigh from the bartender, and he had to be imagining things.

Except the lights above them flickered, one by one shorting out.

No.

Only the ones over the werewolves, plunging them into darkness, while Min-gyu and the bartender were left surrounded in a halo of light.

But...the shadows were wrong. Too dark.

It was only a couple of feet away. Min-gyu should have been able to see where the lights had gone out, but it was like a cloak had just wrapped around him, completely blocking his vision from anything outside of the light.

Then the werewolves started screaming.

It wasn't just screaming. A cacophony of cackling surrounded Min-gyu, as if the room was filled with hundreds of people. There was the sound of wet tearing meat and a splatter of blood appeared at his feet. He took a step back, but made sure to stay within the light.

The screaming stopped as soon as it started, and the silence rang in Min-gyu's ears over his pounding heart and his harsh breathing. What the fuck had just happened? Magic? He thought it was flashier than that.

"Now then," the bartender said, his voice still light and measured as if that was a normal occurrence. Maybe it was for him. "I do believe we should have a chat."

Shit.

Min-gyu eyed the darkness. There was lapping noises coming from it now, like... Yeah. He couldn't go that way.

From one danger right into another.

At least this one hadn't tried to hurt him.

Yet.

If the bartender wanted to Min-gyu would have less chance of getting away compared to the werewolves.

Min-gyu walked towards the bartender and sat at one of the stools in front of the bar. "You're not human," Min-gyu said. That much was obvious.

The bartender chuckled as he set down his glass. "I'm very much human."

What? But he'd just - done whatever he'd done.

"But I am involved in the supernatural world."

The dark lights flickered purple and then came back on fully. Min-gyu looked back at where the werewolves had stood, but there was no sign of any violence there. The area was clean.

The only evidence left was the spots of blood where Min-gyu had stood.

The clink of glass hitting the bar counter. "Do you want a drink?"

Min-gyu wasn't sure. A drink sounded good right now after everything that had happened, but was he actually allowed to refuse? "Yeah. Give me whatever." He needed it.

The bartender smiled. "Excellent." He starting mixing something, his movements so smooth Min-gyu ad trouble keeping track. if the bartender slipped anything in there he wouldn't know until it was too late.

"I'm Frankenstein."

"Min-gyu," he said, watching Frankenstein pouring out a light blue-looking liquid from the mixer.

A spark and then purple flame floated on top of the drink before Frankenstein pushed the glass towards him. "Considering your entrance here, I take it you have no interest in joining a wolf pack."

Min-gyu grimaced. "No." He wasn't a full werewolf and he had no interest in taking or keeping territories. He blew out the fire, the glass already warm to the touch.

The drink was fruity, only burning slightly after he'd swallowed.

"Then would you like to work here?"

Min-gyu stared at him. "What?"

"Would you like to work here?" Frankenstein repeated, cleaning down the counter. "I can offer certain protections if you do."

He'd had worse proposals. "Nah," Min-gyu said, setting his glass down. "I'd just bring more trouble to you." Like he did with everyone. His hand drifted to his shoulder, checking it again.

Frankenstein's eyes followed his hand. "As you've seen, I can quite perfectly look after myself and the bar."

"What...was that?" The bar looked normal. No sigils across the walls or anything glowing out of place.

"That is Dark Spear." Frankenstein smiled again.

...Right. The name of the bar. Maybe there wasn't any sigils because it was the bar.

"I have spare shirts in the back if you want one."

Another offer. "I don't have any money for it." Enough for a drink, but that was stretching his limit already. He braced himself for what Frankenstein wanted in return.

Frankenstein chuckled. "I would have to be a rather shoddy business owner if I couldn't afford spare clothes."

Business owner. This was his bar?

"...I'm good." He could get another shirt. He glanced back at the front door. Would he be allowed to leave if he didn't take the top though?

"All right." Frankenstein nodded. "You can return whenever you wish if you change your mind about the job." Frankenstein paused. "Or even if you don't. This bar is a safe haven for those of the supernatural world, so long as you don't cause trouble."

Min-gyu narrowed his eyes at that phrasing. "And what if I bring trouble instead?" Like he'd just done.

A sharp smirk grew on Frankenstein's face. "As I said: this is a safe haven. I have little tolerance for bullies."

That much was obvious. Min-gyu's eyes were drawn to the door again and the-

The blood spots were gone. "Uh. Okay. I'll...go now."

"I hope to see you again."

Of course he did.

With every step closer to the door, Min-gyu stared at the lights, waiting to see if they would flicker or turn off.

They didn't, and Min-gyu breathed a sigh of relief as he closed the door outside behind him. It was dark here too, but he could see shapes, light glinting off sharp corners and puddles. It wasn't a total darkness here. That was safe, wasn't it?

Maybe.

He shook his head, moving again.

There was probably more werewolves in that pack roaming around.

* * * Min-gyu tossed and turned in bed that night, but his mind didn't settle, going over what had just happened.

He'd always avoided joining a pack, but this felt different. It didn't involve werewolves, for a start.

He'd been tricked before though.

He should scope out the place more before he decided.

* * * It took a couple of nights before Min-gyu entered the bar again. He'd gotten turned around while trying to run away that night with the werewolf pack and it was task in itself to find the bar.

Even before he opened the door, he could already hear people inside.

People were dotted around, each table occupied by at least one person, a gentle murmur filling Min-gyu's ears.

Frankenstein wasn't behind the bar, a younger man there instead with black hair with one white stripe. From across the room, Min-gyu could see his beaming smile.

That wasn't the only thing Min-gyu could see from across the room.

The bartender was semi-transformed, triangular ears sticking up past his hair.

And no-one else seemed to notice. Or care.

Frankenstein had said the bar was a safe place for supernaturals. To be physically safe, and they didn't have to hide from humans?

The bartender noticed him, flashing him a bright smile and waving for him to come closer.

He didn't like drawing attention, but he'd already been seen and he was going to end up at the bar one way or another, to ask information and to be a paying customer, so he went over. He could feel eyes on him as he walked past, his hair prickling, but he kept moving. He wasn't seen by werewolves, and that was what mattered. Maybe there were werewolves there, just ones that didn't want to start a fight. Or they hadn't sniffed him out yet.

Min-gyu patted his pocket for a packet of smokes out of habit at the thought.

"Haven't seen your face around here before, stranger. I'm Tao." Somehow the bartender's smile was even brighter close up, his fangs showing as well, slitted eyes clear against his light blue eyes. "What're you having?"

"That's because I don't hang about in bars." Too risky of getting sniffed out. "How's your boss?"

Tao stilled, his expression freezing for a second. "He's good! Pays well, entertains all the ideas I have and-" He trailed off, sniffing the air.

Ah, fuck. When was the last time Min-gyu had smoked? He should have done it right before he entered the bar.

"Dooo you wanna meet him?" Tao peered at him through his hair, finger tapping on the glass he was holding, his sleek twin-tipped tail flicking behind him.

Min-gyu shook his head. "I already did."

At that, Tao relaxed, ears flicking in a circle before staying upright again. "Phew! Okay, cool, I thought you were gonna try and start trouble. Takes ages to clean up the mess." Tao wrinkled his nose.

That was weird. "I thought..." Min-gyu glanced around in case someone was close enough to overhear. There wasn't, but he lowered his voice anyway. With supernaturals, it was hard to tell what could be overheard. "It was taken care of?"

Tao frowned. "No? Well, it is by us, but if you mean like-" His eyes widened. "Were you alone?"

"Yeah." ...Right. if there was anyone else in the bar at the time, Dark Spear would have probably killed them too.

Tao nodded. "He calls on help when it's like that since it's cleaner and less mess. He usually deals with things himself."

"...But he's human." A regular human wouldn't be able to stand up to a supernatural themself.

Tao snickered, ears quivering. "Boss might be human, but he's definitely not normal."

No, he wasn't.

"So what're you havin'?" Tao asked, tossing his mixer between his hands.

Fine. He had to be a paying customer to stay, and Tao had answered his questions.

* * * Min-gyu bounced his foot off the floor, reaching for his pocket again.

He'd known about places where supernaturals gathered but had never found any - he'd assumed it was invite only, knowing the right people or be the right species. Not somewhere someone could just walk in from the street.

The bar had gotten busier since he'd first entered, more people coming up to Tao to order, fighting to be heard over anyone else. Enough to see more people dotted around who weren't hiding what made them stick out as not human. Or they were the ones who weren't able to hide what they were.

More people were glancing at him too.

He'd already went out for a smoke but how long ago had that been?

Long enough.

It didn't matter if he was feeling cravings or the others were starting to smell him - he needed a smoke.

He should leave anyway - he'd gotten the information he wanted.

* * * Min-gyu couldn't sleep again, staring up at his ceiling.

It had been weird in the bar, being surrounded by supernaturals and none of them caring he was there. Probably because they didn't know what he was.

He didn't really belong in either world. He knew too much and saw too much, his reflexes and strength too different from a human's to be normal, but too human and too weak to be a proper werewolf, and others were worried about him starting a fight as soon as they found out what he was. Or he got jumped instead.

Between looking weird for a second against waiting for the next fight to start, it was better if he stayed amongst humans.

It had worked for him so far.

* * * Min-gyu zipped up his jacket against the chill after he left work, fingers already digging into his pocket. That had felt too long and he'd been counting down the minutes until the end of the shift.

He was free now. He just had to make it home and-

He lifted his eyes as he lit his cigarette, seeing three people down the street. They were stood there, waiting. The wind shifted, blowing behind Min-gyu and he saw them tense, turning around to look at him. As soon as they saw him, they starting coming over.

They passed under a streetlight, revealing their faces more. Shit.

They were a couple of the werewolves who had chased him last week!

He span on his heel and ran, dropping everything, already hearing the werewolves chasing his heels.

"Hey! What the hell did you do to our mates?"

Shit.

They'd tracked him down to his work? Or they'd just found him?

Didn't matter. He needed to get away.

A howl behind him.

Calling for the others.

How the fuck was he getting out of this?

He wasn't.

Normally, he'd just leave the territory, find somewhere else to live.

This time werewolves had died.

And the last time they'd been seen was chasing after him.

He was fucking dead.

Should he go back home and get his grab bag? Was there any point?

He might still make i-

"There you are!"

A blur in his periphery and then a hand grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking him back hard enough to lift him off his feet. He slammed into a wall and if that hadn't already knocked the wind out of him, he was pinned in place by the werewolf's aura.

"Where's your pack?" the werewolf snarled, close enough Min-gyu could see her slitted eyes, wrapping a hand around Min-gyu's neck. "There's no way you took out even one of them by yourself!"

He wanted to laugh. How the fuck was he meant to answer if he couldn't fucking breathe, and one person had taken three of them himself!

He hissed instead as the werewolf squeezed, claws digging into his skin.

The werewolf had transformed. There wasn't anyone else around.

Min-gyu transformed, slicing his claws through the werewolf's wrist. He was dropped with a yelp and Min-gyu shoved his shoulder into the werewolf's chest as soon as he touched the ground, making the werewolf stumble.

That gave enough space for Min-gyu to dash away.

He got a couple of steps before he felt the werewolf's aura pressing on him, just before he threw himself to the side. The werewolf's slash on caught his arm instead of his back. Or his head.

This was fine. He could still move.

Min-gyu gritted his teeth, forcing one leg in front of the other. He had to put as much distance between them as much as-

He span around a corner and slammed into someone.

Shitshitshit!

Heart thundering around his ears, he tried to recover, but he heard more werewolves jumping down behind him, and the person hadn't moved when he ran into them so it had to be another werewolf, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as he tried to bolt past them.

He was trapped.

"My, my, it is loud here, isn't it?"

That wasn't a werewolf.

It was Frankenstein.

"Get lost, human," one of the werewolves behind them said. "This is werewolf business."

"And it's my business when you're causing such a ruckus in my neighbourhood. My 'territory', as it were."

Frankenstein was staring down a bunch of werewolves without hesitating. He couldn't control Dark Spear here? ...Could he? What kind of human was he?

His territory. Did a human's territory matter to a werewolf? It might if it was a human who could kill them with ease.

Frankenstein's arm was still around Min-gyu, and should he try to run now? Leave Frankenstein to deal with them?

"Tch." The werewolf at the front with pink shoulder-length hair lifted his lip, baring his fangs. "We were chasing him off our territory a couple of days ago and we haven't seen a few of our packmates since then." The werewolf focused on Min-gyu. "His pack must have done it."

He didn't have a pack! It had to be obvious!

"Oh, no," Frankenstein said with a laugh. "That was me. As you see, this is my business and I'm directly involved.

He was just - he was just admitting that?

And yet, the werewolves weren't jumping to attack Frankenstein.

Frankenstein stared them down, still smiling. "They were being disruptive in my bar and. Well." He curled his own lip, baring his teeth. "You know I don't like that."

A chorus of low growls surrounded them, but none of the werewolves stepped forward to challenge him.

How strong was Frankenstein? None of the werewolves wanted to fight him?

"Now that's been cleared up," Frankenstein said, turning around, steering Min-gyu with him, "you can go now."

Min-gyu didn't know if he should pull away or keep going with Frankenstein, hating that he had his back to the werewolves.

One step. Two steps. Stop. Frankenstein looked over his shoulder at them. "Please remind the rest of your pack of what the rules are in my territory, and how to interact with others, hm?"

Min-gyu stared at him. Was he seriously chiding their behaviour?

"...We will."

Min-gyu heard the werewolves leave, but Frankenstein didn't let him go, walking again.

"Uh. Thanks." Because what the fuck else was he meant to say after all that?

"No," Frankenstein said with a sigh, "I should be the one apologising."

What.

"I caused this mess," Frankenstein continued. "It's my fault the werewolves were targetting you, and for that, I apologise."

Min-gyu stared at him. Did Frankenstein really think it was because of him? "No." He shook his head. "They'd go after my anyway."

He glanced around. It seemed empty right now. "I should go before they come back."

Frankenstein still didn't get go of him. "They won't, but I won't let you walk around with injuries like that." His eyes drifted to Min-gyu's arm.

"It's fine," Min-gyu said, shrugging. He barely felt it. "It's mostly healed now." Frankenstein had to know what he was, right? But if he was human, he wouldn't be able to smell what Min-gyu was.

"'Mostly'," Frankenstein repeated with a raised eyebrow, making Min-gyu look away. "You may be physically healed, but it still hurts, yes?"

"Well..." Min-gyu trailed off and then sighed. "Thanks, but I shouldn't stay near you." He tried to push away but Frankenstein's grip didn't slip. "I'll keep bringing werewolves to your door. They'll always sniff me out." Eventually he would be too much of a burden to keep around. It was what always happened.

Frankenstein hummed. "Then what if they can't?"

At that, Min-gyu barked out a laugh. "I've tried everything." Everything he could think of and anything he could get his hands on.

"I may have something that works for you."

...Frankenstein wasn't going to accept a 'no'.

"Fine." May as well play along until he figured out how to get away or Frankenstein realised how much trouble he really was.

* * * Frankenstein's office was spacious, books lining the walls, though Min-gyu couldn't think why a bar owner would have that many.

The chair didn't squeak when Min-gyu sat on it, and he felt out of place, everything too clean and neat. He checked his arm to make sure he wasn't dripping blood on anything.

"Can I look at it?" Frankenstein asked as he set a tray down on his desk. There was antiseptic on the tray on one side as well as bandages; on the other side was a plate of food.

Min-gyu shrugged. "Nothing to look at - it's healed over." He pulled back his sleeve, showing off unbroken skin.

Frankenstein studied his arm anyway, lingering on the scars that dotted around Min-gyu's arm. There had been a few fights where the werewolves' claws had gotten in deep and his healing wasn't as strong. He covered his arm again, pulling it away from Frankenstein's eyes.

Frankenstein cleared his throat, handing him the plate. "To keep your strength up."

Min-gyu would have refused but his stomach was a fucking traitor and rumbled at the smell. He hadn't smelled anything like that before. There hadn't been time to eat at work and healing always drained him. "Thanks."

While he inhaled the food, Frankenstein searched through one of his drawers. He brought out an unmarked glass bottle of what looked like cologne and set it on the desk with a soft 'thunk'.

Hm.

"This can help to mask your scent so that you won't have to keep smoking instead."

Seemed too good to be true, and that was usually the case.

Min-gyu took off the lid and sniffed. Nothing. That didn't mean anything. It could just be water in there for all he knew.

"Try it on your food."

Min-gyu narrowed his eyes at the bottle. Was that safe? Was he poisoning himself?

There was no reason for Frankenstein to do that though, if Frankenstein could make him disappear with no trace left.

Min-gyu sprayed his food. There. He'd done it. He breathed in and-

Nothing.

He could still feel the heat rising from it, still see the food, but it was like the food itself was gone.

Frankenstein was waiting patiently at his desk when Min-gyu looked up again.

"Yeah. Okay. It works." If Frankenstein had this, was he really human? Was he hiding what he really was?

Frankenstein beamed.

"You just had this lying around?" Why else would Frankenstein have it unless he was using it?

"Oh no, I made it." The smile turned proud.

He... Frankenstein made it. He just knew how to make a potion or whatever this was that could hide scents? Who the fuck was he? "Why?" Min-gyu asked, sniffing the food again. Still nothing. The smell wasn't coming back. It seemed normal.

"I figured you might need it."

Min-gyu stared at him. Frankenstein...had made it for him...? After meeting him once?

Was it that obvious how desperate he wanted to hide?

Min-gyu slumped, setting his chopsticks down. "What do you want for it?" What did Frankenstein want him to do?

He couldn't step away from this, if there was a chance he might actually be able to hide from werewolves.

"I don't want anything for it." A 'favour' then. Something that couldn't be tracked back to Frankenstein. "Though it would be easier for you to pick up refills if you stayed within the city."

Frankenstein didn't want anything for it. He was giving it to Min-gyu for free?

"My offer is still open for you to work here though," Frankenstein continued.

Min-gyu couldn't think properly, trying to understand what Frankenstein was wanting, how Frankenstein thought. None of this made sense. "Why are you doing this...?"

Frankenstein's features softened. "Because you need help and I have the ability to do so. Working here means you're under my protection, and even without this-" Frankenstein nodded towards the bottle. "-werewolves will leave you alone."

He made it sound so simple. So easy.

"I've never worked in a bar before," Min-gyu hedged, poking at his food again, a waft of its scent coming through. Only the top layer was affected. How long would it last for? He couldn't eat it though, not when he was figuring out what was happening. He didn't know what was done in a bar.

Frankenstein chuckled, pouring out two drinks and Min-gyu watched the liquid flow and settle in the pristine glass. "Everyone starts something completely new - I wouldn't expect you to know everything, especially when I've thrown it at you so suddenly."

Then what...?

"There are a number of jobs here you can trial, and I have a few administration roles somewhere else. You can try each one until you find something that suits you."

"You don't know me," Min-gyu said, frowning, suspicious thoughts rising again. "I could be completely useless working here. Or try to steal something." He have to be fucking stupid to do that, but there were others who were desperate for other reasons and be willing to try. "You didn't ask for references." This place looked like it asked for that.

Frankenstein tented his fingers together, peering at him in a way that made Min-gyu feel like he was seeing right through him.

Min-gyu squirmed.

"And if I were to ask for references?"

"...Fuck." Min-gyu wouldn't be able to give any. Not when he moved every couple of weeks or months, dropping out of contact or never being in contact in the first place.

"As for not knowing anything about you, hmm..." Frankenstein trailed off, his eyes drifting. He started counting off his fingers. "You're resourceful, being able to stay out of being forced into a pack or killed, as well as using what you can to your advantage to stay hidden."

...Okay, put it that way, that sounded like a good trait. But he'd had to do that so he wouldn't be killed.

Another finger ticked off. "You're quick thinking under pressure."

Again, he needed to be to survive.

"You know when to ask when you're not sure and how to get more information."

How did he - was he talking about when Min-gyu had gone to the bar and met Tao? Had that really looked like-? But he needed to know more! Which was exactly what Frankenstein was saying.

Another finger. "You're open to trying new things."

More like because he wasn't allowed to leave and he was desperate for protection.

But Frankenstein had allowed him to leave before, so probably would have let him again if Min-gyu had asked.

"And," Frankenstein said, "you know your manners and how to interact well with others without resorting to threats or violence." He smiled. "Overall, I think you'd be a good fit here."

And that was apparently the most important ability here.

Min-gyu stared at him, turning over everything Frankenstein had just said.

"Do you disagree?"

Min-gyu exhaled, running a hand through his hair. Where had Frankenstein been when he'd been trying to fill out application forms?

It didn't sound like him. What Frankenstein said was right, but he'd never span it out like that. Those were just things he did.

"I...guess I don't." He agreed with the traits, but not the reasoning. Or if he'd really proved that.

"Then welcome to Dark Spear." Frankenstein lifted his glass, smiling.

Min-gyu hesitated and then picked up the other glass Frankenstein had poured out for him, feeling the edges of the cut glass. He clinked Frankenstein's glass and drank.

He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but... It would be nice not to be on the run for a while.

[lizzy-wanders]

Honneur

Je crois que ce qui est le plus à déplorer dans notre société contemporaine, c’est la disparition de l’honneur. Elle était pareille à une mère ; une femme gracieuse et élancée, belle autant que forte, mais également stricte, qui s'assure que sa progéniture puisse survivre et surtout vivre comme il se doit. Lorsque les hommes ont cessé de vouloir mourir pour elle, ils l’ont lentement traquée et mise à mort dans le secret afin ne plus en porter la responsabilité. Ils ont voulu faire taire ses précieux conseils ainsi que ses reproches bien méritées, promettant ainsi les générations futures à la lâcheté : cette nourrice qui n’enseigne rien, mais gave plutôt ses protégés jusqu’à les faire vomir pour les nourrir encore. Elle les maintiens dans un cocon de plaisirs et d’émotions qui doivent sans cesse être écoutées et validées au lieu d’être appréhendées et comprises.

Or, il n’est jamais été question de mourir pour être honorable, cela n’était qu’un mensonge grossier perpétré par des extrémistes. L’honneur, c’était avant tout de respecter ses engagements même lorsque cela devenait difficile ou que l’on en avait plus envie, traiter autrui avec dignité, travailler dur et demeurer humble. Il s’agissait de principes pourtant simples auxquels tous avaient avantage à se plier, pourtant, on a voulu s’en départir comme un enfant capricieux pousse ses légumes hors de son assiette.

Aujourd’hui, c’est comme si l’on avait voulu effacer jusqu’à la mémoire même de l’honneur. On ne prononce guère plus son nom, mise à part dans les contes et les romans. On ne l’enseigne plus aux petits, à sa place, on donne des instructions vagues et moins fortes,  comme « sois gentil », ou « sois patient ». Il en résulte des individus maladroits et hypocrites qui ne se soucient point de l’impact qu’ils ont chez les autres et croient à tort que tous les écarts de conduite pourront être pardonnés ou oubliés. Rétablir son honneur n’est plus un enjeux, la noblesse de caractère s’est perdue, les rois et les reines sont déchues.