#perfectly content on my own and ive always felt terrible about it because it has nothing to do with my friends and i feel awful bc why

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just talked to my counselor about being on the spectrum and my mom understands now and i am just so relieved its insane like everything makes sense it is so insane and like i dont have to feel like theres anything wrong with me anymore its just hoohkhjgghdhj

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say it before you run out of time || B. Hardy || part IX

part I  part II  part III  part IV  part V  part VI  part VII   part VIII  part IX  part X  part XI  part XII part XIII

Word count: 2.3k+

Summary: Ben and the reader have been friends since childhood. And along the way reader falls in love with him. But it might be too late when another girl shows up claiming that she’s his girlfriend.

Warnings: tiny bit of that adult content (if you really squint at it tho), angsty as fuck, reader doesn't know how to swim (neither do i)

A/n: i dunno why i have thing for swimming at the moment, and not in the best way. also I do love football, but I chose fc Arsenal just cuz of UK

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Ben leaned back to sit on his knees, your legs still wrapped around his waist as his hand stilled at your panties.

“I was supposed to only wake you up…” Ben trailed off as his thumb slid across your panties. His green eyes taking in the intricate design of the black lace. As his thumb slid across your heated core, his breath caught in his throat. With pleased sigh you rolled your hips more into his hand.

“Just a taste…” Ben murmured, his eyes flicking up at yours. For a moment you weren’t thinking straight. All you craved at this point was pleasure. Pleasure brought by him. Biting your lip and with nod of your head you waited for what he was about to do. With that smoldering look on his face, Ben dragged his finger ever so lightly over your panties and then dragged it back up to your clit.

“A fucking tease…” you said to him as you smirked and looked up at the ceiling.

“It’s what I’m best at, love.” He replied, leaning down and planting the softest kisses along your inner tights. As his lips trailed closer and closer to your covered heat, that was probably already soaked, something in your head clicked. That little voice in your head suddenly started screaming for you to stop. Letting out a deep breath through your nose, you bit your knuckles, trying to compose yourself of all the emotions that were taking over you out of blue.

Your left hand reached for his hair to lightly pull on his golden locks.

“Ben…” you whispered. This time it didn’t sound like a call of pleasure. With out a word, you pulled yourself more back into the pillows, away from Ben’s touch.

“Did I- If I—Shit—” Ben started to panic at your movement, now holding himself up by his arms as his eyes frantically searched your face.

“Hey, no, no…” you tried to reassure him, your hands reaching out for his face.

“Did I go too far? Were you not--?” Ben asked.

“Hey, wait… No, I just… I was really enjoying what you were doing…” you started, your eyes momentarily looking to the side.

“I feel that there is a ‘but’.” Ben trailed off.

“Yeah…” you said, pulling your knees closer to yourself.

“We can’t—I can’t- This can’t continue if Nina is dating you, Ben.” you said, your voice suddenly sounding so small in the empty bedroom. The light that was in his eyes before, seemed to cease and was replaced with heavy thoughtfulness. For a brief second it looked that he was thinking on what to say.

“I talked with her. This morning.” He started, now sitting in front of you. You didn’t ask anything, patiently waiting when he finishes his thought.

“I told that whatever was going between us, couldn’t continue and wouldn’t lead to anything good.” He continued and you wanted to ask how she had taken it.

“She was angry, called names, threw some punches-” he explained as if reading your mind.

“Ben?” you asked, looking over him, trying to see if he’s hurt.

“I’m alright. But I tried to reason that nothing serious can come out of that relationship,” he was careful of using that last word:

“and then there was a long talk about trust, commitment and all the differences that we had…” Ben spoke, his eyes fixed on the white blanket.

“I told her that I have-” but Ben’s speech was interrupted with a small knock on the door.

Rose opened doors enough to whisper:

“Nina is coming in a sec, so wrap it up, kiddos.”

 As Nina knocked on the door and opened them to full extent, as if waiting to look upon some incriminating scene, she was met with you still in bed with blanket up to your chest and some book on your side. While Ben was slouched in the chair, furthest from the bed, his eyes boring in his phone.

“Have you seen that professor?!” you asked Ben with annoyed look on your face as you crossed your hands.

“He can’t be that bad, it is university level, what did you expect?”  Ben said with distaste. Both of you playing your roles so perfectly.

“Okay?” Nina asked suspiciously.

“Good morning?” you asked turning to look at her.

“Yeah…” Nina trailed off, looking from you to Ben.

“Ben, can we talk?” she said.

“Can it wait after the breakfast, because I am starving or is it really important?” He said raising his eyes from his phone to look at Nina.

“About this morning.” Nina said, squaring her shoulders. You raised your eyebrow and looked at Ben.

“What about it?” he sat straight up in the chair.

“I thought about what you told me. And I am ready to change.” Nina said, puppy dog eyes of her on display.

“Change?” Ben asked if he hadn’t heard right.

“Yes. For you. So, we can work this out.” Girl didn’t stop pushing. Ben felt speechless. He had almost bared his soul to you just moment ago, but Nina comes storming in and changing his plans. With deep sigh he got up, pocketed his phone:

“I stand by what I said earlier, Nina. I don’t think that changing yourself will be the answer.” Ben said and excused himself out of the room, leaving Nina standing in the room with you.

“What?!” she barked at you upon noticing you looking at her.

“Nothing.” You raised your hands in surrender.

“Is that…” Nina narrowed her eyes at you.

“Is what?” you asked, almost challenging her. Ben would have probably disapproved of your actions, but you couldn’t help it.

“Nothing…” Nina trailed off with cold tone:

“I suppose we will be seeing each other around, since I get that you are staying  today.” Nina said with annoyance.

“Does it bother you?” you asked out of curiosity. Nina eyed you, as if trying to decide how harsh she should be towards you.

“Don’t cross my path.” She told you with accusing finger in your direction.

“Whaa...” you whispered while looking at her with confusion in your eyes.

“Got it?” Nina wanted to clarify.

“I… yeah…” you nodded as she left the room with the slam of the door.

For the rest of the day you tried to keep your distance from Nina, and also from Ben. Which of course he noticed.

“Hey, are you alright?” he asked at one point while you were sitting with Rose and Maddie outside, all three of you talking by the pool.

“Totally.” You lied and gave him a tight smile. Ben could read you like an open book. He glanced at Rose and Maddie, waiting for someone to talk.

“No, really, I am fine.” You chuckled. Standing next to where you were sitting, he let his hand rest on your head. You looked up at him, hoping to trick his mind into thinking that you truly were fine. Ben chewed on his lower lip for a second and decided not to pester you anymore. With sigh he left you all alone.

“You need to tell him.” Maddie sipped on her drink.

“Tell him what? We almost slept together.” You looked to the side.

“And? Like fuck buddies? You need to talk about your feelings. With him.” Maddie continued with a sigh.

“Nina is back at it, again.” Rose said distractedly.

“What do you mean?” you looked at her.

“Well, you told that he had talked with the chick about calling quits. But this morning, not to be intruder or anything, I accidentally, overheard their talk, kind of.” Rose winced at her own statement.

“And?” You asked in small voice.

“Girl really is trying to pull all belts to keep your Ben.” Rose explained.

“I don’t own him. But I get your point.” You said, that much you understood from earlier, too.

“You should tell him.” Maddie declared between all three of you.

“Tell him what?” you shook your head, repeating yourself.

“That you have had crush on him since like, I don’t know, FOREVER.” Rose rolled her eyes at you.

“Can’t do that. That would be too soon.” You answered.

“Too soon? You two almost slept together. Tell him, or it’s going to be weird fuck buddy thing.” Rose said and got up to walk back inside.

“You really should tell him. Admit to him AND yourself that you have strong feelings towards him. Nina has some serious persuasion skills. She is quick, so you need to be quicker and smarter about this, alright? Say it before you run out of time.” Maddie said and patting your shoulder, got up, to give you some time to think things over.

 All these encounters with Ben felt so right and meant to be, but at the same time it felt like out of nowhere. Maybe Rose was right when she said that this might turn into some fuck buddy thing? What if he was just letting off some steam? A moment later you were accompanied by Frankie.

“Hey, sweetheart, what brings you here?” You ruffed her fur and let her lay beside you. You were getting ready to over think every single thing that you had let out of your mouth for the past two days, when your thought process was interrupted by none other than Nina.

She looked dashing as always. A beautiful girl, with her long model-like legs. Her strut was confident as per always as if she knew how she effected people around her. Small smile was playing on her lips, making her look almost sinister as she glanced your way over those big sunglasses. You might even like her if her personality wouldn’t be so… terrible? But was she even a bad person? Or she just wanted to make a good point about what was hers and what was not for others to touch.

“Hello…” Nina said and walked closer to you.

“Hi.” You answered trying not to piss her off too much.

“Ben’s shirt looks good on you.” Nina said, letting her look all over you.

“I can explain.” You stood up, trying to deny everything.

“I’m not sure if I want to know.” Nina said coldly, her eyes darting to the dog, next to you.

“I really don’t see it.” Nina tilted her head to look at you again.

“See what?” you took a step closer to her, your challenging side getting best of you.

“I want you out of the picture.” Nina said plainly.

“Excuse you?” You furrowed your brows.

“You see, I like getting what I want. And I want Ben. And You-” Nina pointed at you, walking closer:

“You are meddling where you shouldn’t. So, stop seducing him, Y/n.” Nina spat your name like venom.

“Seducing him?! From which ass did you get that from?!” You whisper-shouted at her.

“Oh, please. Sweetie, I am not that blind. I love that ‘we are just friends’ atmosphere you got going on.” Nina said, now standing beside you.

“Are you insane?” you asked her.

“I want you gone, y/n. And I am not kidding.” She sounded dead serious.

“What have I done?  Where are you getting this bullshit from?” you asked confused.

“Stay away from Ben.” Nina said, not even listening to you, facing the pool now.

“Do you even love him?” You dared to ask.

“Like you?” Nina turned to look at you over her sunglasses.

“What? I don’t- We are just friends. Since childhood.” You tried to reason.

“Blah- blah-blah. Lovey dovey. Why to love someone when there is big money involved.” Nina rolled her eyes in disgust.

“You are after his fame. Aren’t you?” You said, crossing your arms. How could she do such thing to him, he was the sweetest and kindest person you have known in your entire life.

“You are dense, y/n. But I really don’t want you here. So, I’ll ask for the last time: leave or I’ll make you leave.” Nina said baring her teeth.

“And what are you going to do?” you huffed under your nose, looking at pool as well. Nina’s head snapped at you. Trying to understand why you just didn’t go get your shit and leave.

“I recall you liked that little dare last night.” Nina said, as her eyes slid to the pool once again.

“What are you-” you turned your head to look at Nina, but were met with hard push in your rib-cage.

  Meanwhile Ben was sitting on the sofa with his mates and chatting about some football game they needed to get thickets to. Rose and Maddie sitting close by, chirping into the conversation from time to time.

“The question is: if you want to go to watch them play in the London, Manchester or Birmingham?” Ben said.

“Does it matter? It’s Arsenal.” One of his mates said, making everyone laugh.

“Well, you aren’t wrong, man.” Ben chuckled, when his attention was grabbed by Frankie who had made a mad dash from outside to the inside of the house. Making straight line to Ben.

“What’s gotten into you, Franksta?” Ben chuckled, as his dog seemed to be unable to stand still, barking and whining at him, pawing at his legs, desperately trying to get his attention.

“Does she have zoomies or something?” one of his mates chuckled at her behavior.

“Y/n is really weird.” Nina came in, trying to conceal her smile.

“What do you mean?” Ben asked, still trying to calm down his dog, who was now running between him and the doors to outside.

“She thought that swimming with her clothes on would be funny.” Nina chuckled.

“Swim?” Rose perked up, her eyes growing big as she looked at Ben.

“She doesn’t know how to fucking swim!” Maddie exclaimed. Ben’s eyes darted to Frankie and her behavior suddenly had an explanation.

“Y/N!” Ben was up the next second, running out of the house. His friends with Rose and Maddie hot on his heels.

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CSG ~ Namjoon x OC

Chapter 1 /  Chapter 2 /  Chapter 3  / Chapter 4   /  Chapter 5 /

Chapter 6  / Chapter 7

Chapter 8

“You got lucky. I've seen people die from a lot less....” My mother leaned over the bed, carefully, cleaning the vicious cuts on my sides. I bit my lips,  trying not to cry out from the sting of whatever she was using to get rid of the congealed blood and fluid. The smell was foul and my hands were numb from the countless IV antibiotics i’d been taking in.... 

i wasn’t allowed to see what she was doing but i cut tell that she was draining whatever disgusting fluid had formed . Thankfully the wound in my shoulder wasn’t infected . The fever had come down a little and after a night in the intensive care unit, I’d been moved to one of the VIP wards at one of the bigger hospitals. The doctors were perfect angels and they seemed utterly intimidated by my mother, who took over my case without any delay.

Of course she was one of the best doctors in the continent and most of the doctors here had grown up with her as a role model. The flattery and attention was suffocating.

And it wasn’t just them.  

The cops and the city council were very vocal about , “ Doing anything we can to make sure your lovely daughter comes out of this terrible ordeal, well healed and unharmed.”

I felt sick to my stomach.

But i wasn’t ready to think about it, any of it. At least not till i got better.

“Your friend has been sleeping on the chair in the hallway for the past three days. I told him to come sit here but he seems to think you wouldn’t want that.” My mother gave me a very pointed look, one that screamed, “ i raised you better than to act this way “ 

i lurched.

“Sleeping in the-” i tried to picture Namjoon’s long limbs in some of the tiny chairs in the hallway and winced in sympathy. 

My mother shrugged.

“He’s a were. Technically its a miracle they even allowed him here. I think the next time you get up, you should go tell him to at least take the couch in here.” 

I nodded . She stared at me for another second before carefully replacing all her instruments on the cart. She took off the gloves and the mask , before rolling it away to the side. She then settled on the edge of my bed, lightly touching my hair.

“Don’t ever do that to me again.” She whispered softly, eyes a little glassy. i smiled a little.

“i’m fine now.” i said softly.

It was something between us, because my mother’s busy career usually kept us apart. My childhood had been wonky because of that and while they had loved me in every way, my parents had skipped on some important parts of it. Never both of them at the same time but...it was rare for all three of us to be together. I was used to talking about my troubles in the past tense because they were seldom there in the present.

So we’d got this habit of asking, “ But are you fine , now?”

it was just a way of telling ourselves that yes, bad stuff happened before but it was over and we were fine now.

My mother smiled and kissed my cheek.

“Do you want to take some time off? Come back home to Busan?” She suggested gently. I considered it seriously. Time off sounded great actually but I had a lot of school work to catch up on. In the long run, it would only add to my stress once I did get back. 

“I’ll be fine...” I said softly. “ They told me they’ve fixed my dorm. “

“We could get you and Irene an apartment... In a safer neighborhood. Maybe with more security. We can arrange for someone to drive you around. Do you want a car?  You know money isn’t an issue right?” There was a note of nervousness in her tone. 

I blinked in surprise.

My parents weren’t reckless with money although they made more than enough. They were very particular about me not growing up spoiled. Anything i wanted i would have to earn. My mother still made me shop at discount stores unless it was one of the red-tie dinners they held sometimes.

Cars and apartments and chauffeurs were so far out of the picture that I could only gape at her.

It stuck me suddenly that my parents had genuinely been terrified by what had happened. 

“it’s alright....I’ll be alright.” i said again, reaching out to grab her wrist. She sniffled a little.

“Your father was here for a while, when you were asleep. Then he left to .....take  care of the boy and his brother...who died....” She looked a little sad and I felt my throat close up.

i nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

“It was unfortunate.” she sighed deeply. “But it wasn’t anyone’s fault. First responders in Werewolf attacks are generally trained to open fire at any signs of aggression.” 

There were no signs of aggression, I wanted to scream but didn’t . instead i nodded.

“Is Namjoon still outside?” I said instead, trying to sit up straighter. She nodded, standing up and moving to get the cart. My mom had barred nurses from my room, insisting that only she be allowed inside. i supposed it was her way of getting control in her life again. She was pretty shaken up by the whole thing. 

“i can ask him to come in and see you but from experience, i don’t think he’ll listen. He seems content to guard your room from the outside. “ She wrinkled her nose. “ I think that sounded like a dog joke. i apologize.” 

I rolled my eyes and watched her leave, before carefully swinging my legs over the bed. They’d taken the Iv line off so I could move to the door with minimum fuss.

When i opened the door, sure enough, i found him sprawled over a couple of chairs, dozing off.

I walked right up to him and tapped his shoulders.

He blinked groggily, eyes half shut as he stared up at me.

Before promptly jumping and falling off the chair.

“Don’t be a martyr. There’s a perfectly good couch in my room. Get inside.” I said tiredly. He stared at me from the floor for a second.

He cleared his throat.

“You’re...fine.” it wasn’t a question. I shrugged. 

“it wasn’t as bad as it looked.” I said . He nodded before carefully rising up. He shuffled around awkwardly for a second.

“I’ll be going then...” He said softly, almost turning around and I startled.

“Seriously? You’re going to run?” I said, surprised. He flinched at my tone.

“I know you’re mad and you have eery right to be and i swear, I just... I wanted to apologize but I’e been thinking about it and I don’t think i deserve to be forgiven. ” He said, almost desperately.

i felt my hackles rise. 

“Then why were you skulking here for the past three days?” I snapped and he had the good grace to look a little embarrassed. 

“It’s my fault-” He began and i made a noise of impatience.

“Please don’t start. I can’t listen to your self flagellation because it is in fact not your fault. It’s no one’s fault. I’ve been thinking about stuff too and I realized that sometimes bad things happen and its no ones fault.  “

“I treated you awfully -”

“Seeing the way my kind treats yours, I can tell you that you had every right to be wary of me. it was my fault for pushing for things you weren’t ready to give... If anyone should be apologizing its me.” 

He grunted at that.

“That’s not true at all.” He muttered. 

I smiled.

“You’re right it’s not. But the rest of it is. After what happened, I understand the anger that comes from being judged and sentenced without a fair trial,” i swallowed. “ i can understand how you must’ve felt , being hurt for something you didn’t do.”

I reached out to try and touch him but my arm was still sore.

i winced when my shoulder throbbed .

He straightened. 

“You’re hurting...” his eyes softened, “ You should be in bed.” He pointed out and I couldn’t actually refute it. My body was starting to hurt again. 

“That depends ..... Are you coming in?” I bit my lips and he looked torn. 

He hesitated before shaking his head , very reluctantly , breath leaving in an exhale..

“everything i said.,..that night. It still holds. ” He said gently, eyes begging me to understand and I tried not to let it show, how much that hurt, 

 I ignored the sharp pain in my ribs. A pain that had nothing to do with the injury and everything to do with what he’d just said. 

I smiled wider instead, trying to lighten the mood . 

“Can’t be in the same room? Come on big guy, that’s just-”

“Y/N...listen.” He cut me off, this time a little sharper, “ There’s a reason wolves don’t have casual sex. We leave our scent on the person we sleep with. i left mine on you. It’s probably why Liam chose you in the first place. You smelled like Alpha. Like something safe.”

I stared at him, remembering the way Liam had said it, over and over again. Safe. Safe. Safe. 

“It’s not your fault...That doesn’t make it your fault....” I said miserably and he shook his head.

“It does. You know it does. You...You’re human. You don’t know about this stuff. I do. And as an Alpha, I should know better.” He shook his head. 

“Stop. Don’t make it sound like i didn’t want it! i wanted it ...i wanted you...” I said angrily.  i still do

“that doesn’t make it right. “ He gritted out. “ It doesn’t and I should take responsibility for it. If you were a wolf, your own scent would have masked it soon. But you’re not. And it didn’t so you got hurt....I can’t... I can’t risk something like that happening again...I shouldn’t have done it in the first place.” 

He looked almost desperate now.

“I’m not hurt....” I said weakly. 

He shook his head.

“You have to understand. You’re... You deserve better.” He licked his lips. 

“So we can’t be friends? is that what you’re saying....”

He looked up at that, eyes wide.

“I...of course not. We’re friends. I care about you, I’ll always be here if you need me. We just can’t...pursue a relationship.”

i nodded.

“Fine. point taken. I’m gonna go back in now.” I waved at the door. 

“Would you like me to help you back to bed?” And he looked so concerned that my heart gave a treacherous , hopeful lurch, like it hadn’t been pounded into enough; like it still  wanted after being denied, over and over again. 

I stared at him, not even sure what to say. 

“No. “ i said shortly.

He sighed. 

“Y/N....”

“Just leave.”

Please, for the love of God, leave and don’t come back. 

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“You weren’t the first girl he hurt....” My father sat on the chair next to my bed, while I stayed seated against the headboard. “He was bitten by a feral wolf when he was five and the autopsy showed some signs of abuse, some dating back to when he was a toddler.”

I nodded listlessly.

“He didn’t mean to hurt anyone.” i said softly.

My father sighed.

“But he did hurt them. There were two other girls, one in China , near his hometown and another in a village near Busan. They weren’t so lucky.”

I blinked.

“What?”

“Liam killed them. And I know you probably won’t believe me, but he would have killed you too....” My father said gently.

“You’re right. I don’t believe you.” i said , a little more sharply than I’d intended. 

My father made a noise of impatience.

“He was feral. His control.... it was almost non existent. The full moon is due in eight days. If we hadn’t found you...he would have only gotten worse and he would have fatally inured you at some point..... “

I stared at my dad.

“Why are you telling me this?” I said feeling pathetic. I couldn’t make any sense of anything. 

My heart wanted Namjoon, it wanted to believe that he was kind, sweet and wonderful. 

My heart ached for Liam. He had been so innocent, so lost, just looking for a place to feel at home. 

But apparently I was an idiot . Apparently, Namjoon was dangerous. Apparently Liam was feral and murderous. 

Apparently, my own mind and heart could no longer be trusted .

“I’m just trying to tell you that it’s not your fault. it’s not anyone’s fault. It’s unfortunate that this happened to him but , that’s the card he got handed and there’s no one to be blamed.”

I nodded.

“It’s not like it matters anymore. He’s dead.”i said flatly. 

My father didn’t reply. He reached out and lightly squeezed my ankles.

“Well, I’m just glad you’re okay. I love you. I don’t know what i would have done if something had happened to you. ”

I softened a little.

“i love you too.” I whispered. 

He stared at me for a second and then straightened. 

“i’m going to have a word with Seokjin about getting Namjoon out of Seoul for a while....” He said suddenly.

I startled, completely thrown . 

“What? Why?” 

He sighed deeply.

“This whole thing with ...Liam has sparked a lot of outrage in the community out here. People are scared and some extremist groups are trying to take advantage of the panic....”

I frowned.

“that doesn’t sound good...”

My father shook his head.

“No it isn’t. There’s a lot of debate about Human safety and about restricting Were’s and their freedom.”

“that’s insane. Are they serious?”

My father sighed .

“there’s a lot of political issues involved here. The city council is led by Im Jaebum and you know the guy is notorious for being anti-werewolf. He knows he’s running against Seokjin for the next term and so far Seokjin’s got a much better chance than him. Seokjin’s campaign focuses a lot on Were rights and he’s married to one too, so Jaebum’s trying to derail the whole campaign by turning the whole city against weres......He’s like a rabid dog with a bone right now....” My father looked helplessly angry. 

“ What are they planning to do?” i said, suddenly terrified.

 i remembered how Namjoon had looked in that room, handcuffed to rusty pipes with wolfsbane in his veins. The agony that had almost radiated from his skin... 

How scared Liam had looked before they had gunned him down.

“There’s talk of interrogations, bringing people in for questioning.” He grimaced, “ which is just code for torture and assault. Curfews and ankle bracelets probably to keep track of them. Probably with Wolfsbane in them to keep them subdued ” 

“ You can’t let that happen...” I said at once, horrified. 

My father nodded.

“i’ve already spoken to most of my friends in Busan and even some of them in China and Japan. they’ll be flying in this week. We’re going to stop this before it gets too crazy but Jaebum..he’s already set the ball rolling. You should give your werewolf friends some heads up. Tell them to lay low for a while. ” 

I stared at him

“this isn’t right...” i whispered.

He nodded.

“i know. And i’m going to do everything i can to try and stop it but... I know Namjoon is ...important to you. So i’ll talk to Seokjin, okay?” 

I nodded , watching him straighten up and stretch. 

“I’ve spoken to the RA in your dorm. They’ve increased security but i want you to know that anytime you want to come home, you’re free to...” he smiled and i managed a weak one in return.

He kissed my forehead before leaving. 

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Three days later, i moved back into my dorm , now cleaned and with newly fitted locks in both the window and the door. 

The first week was pretty much mind-numbingly boring. I had to keep my wounds clean, had to finish all of my assignments while trying to keep my cool as the  entire college came down on weres , all but locking them up.

On a friday, i couldn’t bear it anymore and decided to park myself in the library. 

Irene had cleaned both of our spaces up and she helped  finish up the last of the laundry, before joining me in the library to get a headstart on some of the course work I’d missed out on. 

“I’ve told Taehyung that we should take a break . Things have been kind of crazy what with all the stuff going on campus....” She said softly, using a highlighter on a passage and giving me a little glance.

I stared soullessly at the notes in front of me. I hadn’t turned the page in forty minutes. 

“Good.” I said flatly, not sure what to say. 

Taehyung and Jungkook were part of the student volunteers, working to make the campus ‘ safer ‘ Mostly this included making sure all werewolves were cuffed, monitoring systems to make sure they went back to their new, high security dorms before 7:00 PM every night. 

I wasn’t sure why Irene wasn’t breaking up with the guy on the spot but it wasn’t my place to say anything. So i stayed quiet. 

I had watched some of my friends get forced to vacate their room, looking lost and confused as they got manhandled into huge vans that took them to another part of the campus where they would be staying in ‘ temporary shelters’ till the state of emergency was over. 

Im Jaebum was all all over the news, screaming about how it was unacceptable that the daughter of two very influential people,  had been abducted from one of the safest localities in the city .

 He used my name, often and well, painting me as the damsel who got carried away by the big bad wolf. There was a grainy photo of me, stepping out of the cabin in bloody clothes and it was splashed all over the media and the internet making me look like a hapless victim.

There were captions saying, ‘ What if your daughter was next?’.

The whole thing was so nauseating that I had stopped venturing out , other than for my classes. 

There was a definite air of tension on campus. Most of the weres walked around with heads hung low, thick digital trackers cuffed conspicuously to ankles or wrists. Many of them glared at me openly and i couldn’t even blame them. As far as they were concerned, i was the cause of all this. 

Security guards patrolled the area , carrying stun guns and wolfsbane pellets. It made me sick.  

The only thing that assured me was my father’s phone calls. He told me over and over again to lay low. No leaving the campus.. there may be reporters. No meeting anyone else other than Irene. 

That he had a plan and that soon this whole thing would change. 

I took his word for it. 

I hadn’t seen Namjoon in over a week. i had no idea where he was. i had no idea what was happening. 

Until he turned up on Saturday morning at my dorm, dripping wet from the rain and with dark bruises all over his face . 

He was shaking uncontrollably and the moment i stepped close, he sagged into my arms.

“Joon!! What happened?” I cried out, terrified.

He blinked tear filled eyes up at me. 

“Yoongi hyung’s missing. ” He whispered. 

i felt my heart jump to my throat. 

 oh fuck.

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Author’s Note : a slightly smaller chapter. But the next one will be longer. Feedback is appreciated... :-* 

Me killing off everyone in the fic: buhahahahahahahahahahahaha

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it takes two to make a thing go right (dogboy hybrid au) pt. 1

Rated: M

Warning: Dom themes, possessive behavior, knotting, excessive oral sex, rough sex. 

Summary: What’s better than one dogboy lover? Two dogboy lovers. But when Tae and Jungkook seem unusually clingy, it can only mean one thing. That time of the month has snuck up on you and your dogboy lovers do not want to share. 

Note: jungkook is mean to taehyung in this cuz hes the dom alpha and taehyung tests his dominance too much =( but the smut is filthy and nasty lmfaoo. also i apologize in advance if the writing is a little weird and random in some spots. ive written on this story while being terribly exhausted, and then while being drunk, sad and mad. lol what im trying to say is i wrote parts of this story in numerous states of mind! oh and yes theres gonna be a second part to this so plz dont ask ill get it out asap. enjoy my loves!

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Since the dishes in the sink had gotten dangerously high from neglect, you thought you'd finally set up shop in the kitchen and try to tackle the giant mess. With your laptop sitting up on the bar in front of you playing Bob’s Burgers on Hulu and your big glass of lemonade set to the side, you were totally prepared to spend some time here at the sink.

The reason for there being so many dirty dishes was because living with two male hybrids was like living with two bottomless pits when it came to food. They ate so much, and did not understand the concept of reusing dishes under any circumstances. Every time they ate, it was a new dish being used, no matter how many times you tried to explain to them that their glasses could at least be used more than once.

They were utterly clueless.

Glancing over the top of your lap top into the living room, you saw Jungkook and Taehyung sitting on the edge of the couch, controllers clutched in their hands as they stared intently at the screen in front of them. You huffed a sigh of relief at them finally seeming to be content, returning your attention back to the task at hand.

The past couple of days they had been unbelievably clingy, begging for your attention constantly and not allowing you to get anything productive done at home. Finally after having enough of their constant pestering, you broke down this morning and went to the store to buy them a new videogame for the PS4.

And so far, that had done the trick at distracting them so you could get some work done, but you could only hope it would last.

After you filled the dishwasher up, you started the cleaning cycle on it and continued hand cleaning the left over dishes you couldn't fit into the machine. That was, until you suddenly heard an argument break out in the living room, their voices getting louder as one accused the other of cheating and the other heatedly denying.

You leaned your head back and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to try and keep your sanity from slipping away. Should have known the peace wouldn't last long.  

Most of the time you tried to let them work out their problems alone without interfering, since they were grown adults after all, but sometimes that just wasn't the best idea.

Like now, when you heard Jungkook's deep growl reverberate through the air.

You knew from past experiences that that sound was bad news, so you quickly turned the faucet off and grabbed your dish towel, making your way into the living room to break up the fight as you wiped your hands off.

The sight that awaited you was nothing if not expected, but it never failed to surprise you at the same time.

"Get off!" Taehyung shouted and squirmed, currently being pushed head first into the couch by Jungkook, who was positioned on top of Taehyung, growling and snapping at the other's neck in warning.

Taehyung snarled in defense, squirming and trying to get Jungkook off of him, but the other hybrid was just so much stronger, making the feat almost impossible. It wasn't until Jungkook bucked his hips into Taehyung, in their strange way of showing dominance, that Taehyung finally collapsed to the couch and bared his throat, whining in submission.

Jungkook huffed, bending down to nose at Taehyung's neck and then nip at it, causing the smaller hybrid to whimper. "You cheated. Admit it."

"But I didn't," Taehyung whined desperately and Jungkook's deep growl sounded again, and that's when you realized you had just been standing there watching and that now was a good time to make yourself known.

"Stop it. Jungkook, get off of him now." You jumped into action, grabbing  Jungkook's upper arm and trying to pull him off of Taehyung, but Jungkook snapped his head towards you and growled in warning. It only lasted for a moment however, because when he realized it was you, he whined lowly in his throat, licking your hand as an apology and climbing off of Taehyung to sit back on the couch.

Taehyung scrambled to sit up once Jungkook was off of him. His ears were flat amidst his hair and he curled slightly into himself, looking at you with sad, literal puppy dog eyes.

God, you wanted to cuddle him so badly right now, but you knew you had to whip things back into shape real quick.

You placed your hands angrily on your hips and huffed in irritation, glaring down at both of them. "Are you serious guys? Can you really not play nicely with each other?"

They both looked guilty now with their flat ears and lowered heads. You once asked them what their least favorite thing in the world was, and their answer was whenever you scolded them.

Hybrid worlds were not very wide and mostly always revolved around their master, lover, or caregiver.

"Since you two don't know how to play nicely, I guess I'll have to sit here and supervise you like children." You told them rather annoyed, planting yourself right in the middle of them on the couch. Immediately, the two of them flocked to you like a magnet. Jungkook went for your neck, nosing at a spot before licking it, scenting you so you smelt like him. Taehyung hugged your arm and rubbed his cheek into your hair, his own way of scenting you.

The video game was suddenly forgotten and they weren't at each other's throats for the time being. This wasn't exactly the solution you were going for, but hey, it was a solution nonetheless.

Life with two hybrids was.... interesting, to say the very least.

And there were somethings you felt like you would never quite get used to.

For example, you don't think you could ever get used to the way Jungkook and Taehyung had to assert dominance over one another. Which, by the way, was by mounting the other one (fully clothed, of course) and giving a few thrusts into the other's behind while growling deeply and biting (not hard) into the other's neck.

Like what Jungkook just did to Taehyung over the video game debacle.

Jungkook was the worst one, and definitely the most dominate between him and Taehyung. He was never afraid to display that dominance either, like when they were playing together, arguing over something, and most importantly, when it came to you.

You never understood why one of them had to be above the other, but then again, there was a lot of things you didn't understand, giving the fact that they were half dogs.

Taehyung has tried to assert dominace over Jungkook in the past, but each and every time has led to a huge fight that you had to get into the middle of and break up. One of the times, Jungkook was so out of his mind with anger, he accidentally bit your arm hard enough to draw blood when you had thrown it out in a haste to get him away from Taehyung.

He had felt so bad, that the next few days after the incident, he wouldn't leave your side, whining in regret and licking your wound diligently. His saliva, being part dog, had helped the bite mark heal more quickly, and for that, you were grateful.

After a while of living together, harmony eventually fell between the three of you and Taehyung accepted his role as the submissive hybrid. Although every great once in awhile, he'd still try to challenge Jungkook, but it was mostly out of playfulness and Jungkook was always quick to put him back into his place.

Life was difficult living with two hyrbids, even more so with them being your lovers.

Sharing as a concept between the two never went over well, they were possessive by nature to begin with, so it was especially hard for them when they had to share you. Their bitch. You were still getting used to being called that, one half of you still finding it on the demeaning side, but the other half of you finding it strangely arousing.

Right now was a good example of their terrible sharing skills.

Jungkook tried to pull you towards him, snarling at Taehyung and the other just whined, pulling you back.

You felt like a rag-doll between them sometimes.

"Stop it, you guys. You're gonna tear me in two." You rolled your eyes, making to get up and return to the kitchen, but they both let out deep growls at your attempt. Back when you first met them, any growl that came out of their mouth frightened you and you stopped doing whatever it was that elicited that response from them in fear of what would happened. But now, you knew better, and knew that they were literally all bark and no bite. It was all about intimidation for them, and unfortunately, the trick just didn't work on you anymore. "Oh, you don't want to let me go? Okay then, you two are perfectly welcomed to go finish the dirty dishes that are mostly from you anyways."

Of course, their deep intimidating growls quickly turned into high pitched whines as they pawed at your arms.

"Baby," Taehyung whimpered when you continued to try and get up.

You ignored their whining and pleading and freed yourself before standing up from the couch, rolling your eyes once again when they got up after you and followed close behind you back into the kitchen. Like two desperately determined magnets.

A grin snuck across your face, but you willed it away before they saw it and realized you weren't upset with them after all. Sure, they really got on your nerves sometimes, but you couldn't help but to find their excessive affection endearing. After all, it came so naturally to them so it was always completely sincere. You were their entire world, and quite honestly, they were yours.

But you hated when they fought with each other, and despite them being your lovers, you were going to treat this problem like you would with any other bad habit of your... pet dog, for lack of better wording. And punish them by taking away something they enjoyed.

Which was you.

So you continued to ignore them as you returned to the sink, twisting on the faucet and picking up a dish to start scrubbing it clean. It was almost impossible to concentrate when they were nuzzling at your neck, their tongues poking out here and there on your skin, licking fervently and demanding your attention.

Being clingy was a normal thing for them, but this amount was unusual, they were practically frantic. It almost had you wondering if their behavior meant something was arriving.

At the mere thought of it, a shot of anticipation and arousal flew through your body and suddenly you were hyper aware of their big, strong hands tugging on your waist and hips. However, you controlled your hormones, knowing full well that if you let yourself get too worked up they would sense it and really be demanding your attention then. In more ways than one.

Taehyung whined, and you felt him rock his hips into you, knowing that he was trying to get your attention by enticing you.

The action didn't go unnoticed by the other however and Jungkook instantly turned his attention to Taehyung, a deep growl crawling up his throat and he abandoned you in favor of backing the other hybrid up against the counter, teeth bared and ears back in anger.

You huffed in annoyance at the fact another fight was about to break out, so you turned the faucet off once again in order to take care of things. "Stop, stop, stop," you demanded tiredly to Jungkook, but he didn't even acknowledge your words and continued to press into Taehyung's space.

"My bitch." Jungkook spat down at Taehyung, and you were surprised when Taehyung snarled back, challenging Jungkook.

"No," he shoved Jungkook back off of him. "She's fucking not."

Surprise colored your features at how Taehyung was not submitting and you suddenly became anxious, worried what was going to happen now. Nothing good ever came after Taehyung's refusal to submit, because Jungkook hated when his dominance was threatened.

"Guys, look at me," you tried, but they were too busy sizing each other up. "Guys!" You bit your lip, thinking hard on what to do, on how to nip this in the bud before it worsened considerably.

And then an idea popped into your head.

"I-I'll go lay down with you and rub your ears if you please just stop fighting!"

That was one of their grandest weaknesses. Ear rubs.

You almost laughed when you saw Taehyung's tail wag at the prospect of an ear rub despite how he was squared up with Jungkook. Even Jungkook's ears twitched after hearing that, and then they both glanced at you, tails lowering as they started wagging in guilt.

Ear rubs were clearly way more important than a dumb fight.

Reaching out your hands, you smiled softly.  "Come on my loves," you knew they loved it when you spoke sweetly to them. It always made them happy. So after that, they eagerly took ahold of your hands and let you lead them out of the kitchen, down the hall and into your shared bedroom.

At least you knocked out most of the dirty dishes. The rest would have to wait a little bit longer, and maybe you'd make Taehyung and Jungkook take care of them.

Once you got into the room, you didn't even have a chance to get on the bed yourself, because Taehyung was nudging you down onto it from behind with a huff. A squeak slipped passed your lips as you caught yourself on your hands in fear of falling face first into the mattress. Heartbeat increasing slightly from the unexpected push.

You huffed out a surprised laugh, looking over your shoulder to lightly scold Taehyung, but the amused look on your face quickly fell when you saw the way Taehyung and Jungkook were looking at you. They stood behind you, eyes dark as they stared down at you like two predators stalking their prey, licking their lips hungrily.

Belatedly, you realized your new position was quite the compromising one. Your face was down and ass was poked out into the air, a delicious and satisfying sight to the two hybrids who kept licking their lips. Jungkook even went as far as to lick his teeth. Their eyes were boring into your ass and when you looked down slightly, you saw the rapidly growing tent in their pants as their obvious arousal began to show.

You gulped in a mixture of anticipation and desire, trying to keep your hormones under control in fear of them literally pouncing on you. "T-Taehyung," you tried to scold with a shaky voice and then turn over to sit on your butt, but you quickly stopped moving at the sound of the deep growl that resounded from Jungkook.

Another gulp, out of slight fear this time.

"Jungkook, baby," you called sweetly in an attempt for him to lightened up on some of his intensity, and then you tried to turn over again, but he only let out another growl.

"Stay." He demanded, moving closer in behind you, but not without Taehyung growling in disagreement.

"Jungkook," Taehyung suddenly whined. "I got her like that, not you, so I get her first."

Jungkook seemed like he couldn't care less about Taehyung's misfortune in the slightest, only giving a snarl in response as he manhandled you to where you kneeling on the bed as well, making it to where you were now on all fours.

If the sight of you before was delicious to them, this one now was absolutely mouthwatering.

Not really knowing why since it seemed to be a lost cause now, you still tried to control your hormones. If you went full on unabashedly aroused, the reaction it elicited from the two hybrids was overwhelming and intense, so you tried to keep it as lowkey as possible while you prepared yourself for what was to come.

It was almost humorous how quickly things turned. It went from giving them innocent ear rubs, to giving them something far less innocent.

Your control on your arousal was slipping, especially when you felt the bed dip behind you as Jungkook climbed onto it. Biting your lip, you looked over your shoulder again and just about lost it at the sight of Jungkook. His teeth were bared slightly from a snarl and it was like he couldn't take his eyes off of your ass. Displayed so perfectly for him to take as he pleased.

It was a total lost cause when you felt a gush of wetness leak out of you onto your panties. There was no holding your hormones back now. And you knew it was now clouding the air when the two hybrids suddenly took a deep breath. Taehyung began to whine frantically, tail wagging as he paced behind Jungkook, wanting so badly to get to you, but knowing he couldn't because of the other hybrid.

Jungkook chose to mount you then, positioning himself to where he was over you and the large and prominent bulge in his pants was now pressed right up against your ass.

You let out a shaky breath, stomach twisting in a burning ball of arousal.

Taehyung tried to slowly get onto the end of the bed, but Jungkook turned on him and growled, making him back away with a whine.

You would scold Jungkook in times like this, and tell him to share you with Taehyung, but Jungkook's possessiveness in this setting was admittedly a guilty pleasure of yours. It made you feel so wanted and desired on such a filthy level - plus, Jungkook always shared in the end. After he got off inside of you, he'd let Taehyung have his turn, so you didn't feel too bad.

But one thing that was even better than letting Jungkook just have at you, was making Jungkook work for it. He always got so riled up, that when he finally got you, he was fucking ruthless. Which you loved.

So when you felt him tugging your tight lounge shorts down, you quickly flipped yourself over to where you were sitting on your butt, a breathless laugh tumbling out.

Jungkook huffed in irritation, immediately going for your hips to just flip you back over, but you moved back away from him until you were up at the pillows. The grin on your face couldn't be helped, this was too much fun. He stared at you for a moment, frowning, before he made to move towards you.

"Nah-ah-ah," you waved a finger at him, lifting your foot up to press against his chest, halting him from coming closer. "You haven't been a very good boy today Kookie, so why should I let you have me?"

Jungkook bent down and licked at your ankle with a whine, looking at you with his puppy dog eyes. "Please," he pleaded, lowering his hand to grab at his aching cock through his pants. His hips jumped from the friction of his own hand.

"Please isn't an answer, Kookie," you were tempted to tease him by letting Taehyung come get you, but you knew that wasn't a smart idea. Things could turn seriously violent then.

Speaking of Taehyung, he carefully and slowly tried to get onto the bed again and Jungkook was too distracted by trying to get you to surrender to notice his movements. So by the time Taehyung was up onto the bed and moving closer to you, it was too late for Jungkook to get him off of the bed.

Now, you had two eager hybrids in front of you, that were very much aroused and with very little patience.

You smirked, deciding to turn this little game up a notch or two. With your left hand, you slowly smoothed it down your stomach until you got to the waistband of your shorts. Taehyung and Jungkook were completely still, watching your hand intently with their ears perked up.

You bit your lip to try and contain the grin threatening to spread across your face but it was a futile attempt. When your fingers slipped passed your waistband, you caught sight of their tails begin to wag in anticipation and impatience. You dipped two of your fingers between your folds and then slowly slipped your hand back out with a pop of your waistband. Lifting your fingers into the air, Taehyung and Jungkook followed the movement closely, their tongue coming out to lick their lips.

It was Taehyung who first tried to lean in to steal a lick, but you simply pulled your hand back and with your other one you placed it against his chest to halt his movements.

"No." You firmly said, and Taehyung sat back with a whimper, rubbing his head against Jungkook's shoulder, in which the other hybrid just turned his head and licked Taehyung's cheek quickly in acknowledgment.

"I want you," Taehyung whined, licking his lips again when you brushed the two wet fingers against each other.

You sighed, stomach twisting in a sharp pang of arousal at how utterly desperate they were to have you.

"You want me?" You cooed at them, and they suddenly became frantic, tails wagging and their heads nodding in agreement. "If you get me, what will you do with me?"

"Breed you." Jungkook said immediately with a growl, puffing his chest out slightly and your foot slid off of him, making your leg fall back down onto the mattress. He stayed put though, despite the lack of barrier now.

You almost moaned at his answer, becoming even wetter and thinking of how amazing it'll feel to eventually have Jungkook's thick cock inside of you - pinning you to the bed as he pounds you senselessly.

Some might say this was down right cruel, but you parted your legs, again gaining their undivded attention as they waited for what was next, and then smoothed your hand down onto your clothed center, patting it lightly.

"You wanna fill me up, Kookie?"

A shiver of excitement shot up your spine at the growl your words elicted from Jungkook deep within his chest. He tried to move to get in between your legs, but you quickly shut them before he had the chance, giving him a smirk and another wave of your finger.

"Did I tell you you could come touch me?" You asked him, but he just puffed a breath out of his nose in utter annoyance. Clearly growing tired of your little games.

But that's exactly what you wanted.

You were so caught up in Jungkook however, you failed to notice Taehyung who had moved in enough to gingerly stick his tongue out and lick at your two fingers that were still damp with your arousal. Honestly, you didn't have the heart to shoo him away, so you allowed him to frantically lick your fingers clean. His ears were laid back in fear of you scolding him, but you just stared at his skillfull tongue, at the way it curled around your fingers and lapped deliciously.

Suddenly an idea popped into your head and you pulled your hand away, much to Taehyung's disappointent, but you didn't care because you were about to give him something so much better.

They watched you curiously, wondering what you were doing, but when they saw you lift your hips off of the bed to start tugging your lounge shorts down, they immediately started whining in anticipation. You dropped your hips, telling them to behave and be patient as you slowly slid the shorts down your legs, taking your time and teasing them as much as you could.

After you slipped your feet out of them, you made sure to keep your legs pressed together for the time being.

"Mm," you bit your lip, gazing up at them with hooded eyes. "Do my babies want a little treat?" You gave them a little preview by spreading your legs slightly, just enough for them to catch a glimpse of your deliciousness in-between and then closing them again.

They about fucking lost it.

You couldn't even try to keep them out, because Jungkook was promptly forcing your legs apart with his impressive strength and making room for himself between them. Taehyung grabbed your leg, pulling it up and outwards so he could have room too, but Jungkook had different thoughts on that.

He growled deeply at Taehyung to back away from what was his, but the other hybrid just lowered his ears to make himself look non-threatening and Jungkook decided to just not worry about it anymore. Everyone here knew whose bitch you were and who would be breeding you first.

Your legs were spread wide, exposing your glistening swollen center that looked absolutely irresitable to the two hybrids.

Yet something was holding them back, like they were so strung-out they couldn't even get themselves to actually taste you. So you ran two fingers through your wetness again and then lifted your hand into the air for them. They almost bumped heads in their haste to lick your fingers, both of them whimpering at the amazing taste.

You became even wetter when they started licking into each others mouths in an attempt to find more, having cleaned your fingers completely of the sweetness.

God, it was erotic and unbelievably hot. You were truly blessed to have two hybrids as lovers.

"You want more babies?" You cooed at them, patting the source of it all to get their attention.

Unrestrained now that he had a taste, Jungkook was the first to dive in, burying his face into your pussy and going to town with his tongue. They weren't the only ones having been strung-out, so after finally getting stimulation down there and rough stimulation at that, your stomach twisted in a vicious knot, heat blazing through your core.

"Oh God, Kookie," you moaned in a high pitch, thighs trembling from the ruthless stimulation of his frantic tongue. You tangled your hand in his hair, stuck between wanting to move away from the sharp pleasure or move even closer in search for a delicious release in the future.

Taehyung carefully moved in, trying to find a good angle for his head and he ended up just pressing in beside Jungkook and licking whatever part of skin he could reach, which happened to be crease where your leg met your pelvis. Jungkook was quite frankly hogging the good stuff.

A possessive growl ripped from Jungkook's chest at Taehyung's proximity, but he was way too enthralled in the taste of you to press the matter any further. He moved down a bit and shoved his tongue into your entrance, licking deeply, as far as he could go and your eyes almost rolled back into your head at the sheer pleasure. Especially because after he did that, Taehyung took advantage of the space and angled his head to where he was lapping at your clit.

You've had previous lovers. Quite a few before the two hybrids came along. But none of them could even compare to Taehyung and Jungkook in bed. Looking down, and seeing both of their heads between your legs and knowing that they wanted to be there, made you throw your head back and moan as you shifted your hips in pleasure. Some of your old lovers wouldn't even eat you out (they didn't last very long), and the others that did only did it out of obligation.

But Jungkook and Taehyung genuinely loved eating you out, the taste of you utterly addictive to them.

A rush of heat headed south when you watched Taehyung begin humping Junkook's leg in search of friction, a whine escaping his throat.

Jungkook, seeing it as Taehyung trying to assert dominance over him, reluctantly pulled his mouth away from you in order to bare his teeth and growl at the other hybrid. Taehyung completely ignored him, taking this opportunity to really dive into you now that Jungkook had pulled back a bit and he continued to rock his hips into the other, enjoying the friction it was granting.

"Jungkook," you moaned out when you saw him make a move to probably tackle Taehyung, but you caught his attention just in time. "No." You tried to sound firm when he looked up at you, but your voice wavered from the extreme pleasure Taehyung was currently giving you.

The black haired hybrid chose to ignore you, turning his attention back to Taehyung with a dangerous growl.

"Jungkook!" You snapped at him this time, desperately trying to keep your wits when Taehyung threatened to completely sweep you away in utter bliss. His tongue was currently lapping at your entrance while his nose rubbed unintentionally against your clit. It all felt so fucking amazing and you wanted to lose yourself to it, but you couldn't let Jungkook attack him.

Jungkook looked up at you again, huffing in irritation, but you held his gaze steadily.

"Come up here," you told him, and he glanced at Taehyung for a moment before looking back at you with a whine. "Come on, Jungkook."

So he stole one last lick on your inner thigh before he moved up your body, licking across your nipple on his way up. You gripped his jaw then, pulling his head up to yours and smashing your mouths together.

For a moment, you actually kissed, mouths moving together like well-oiled engine. But it didn't take long until Jungkook was shoving his tongue passed your lips and licking frantically at the wet cavern. You moaned into his mouth at the taste of yourself on his tongue and then shifted your hips when Taehyung began pressing forward in order to lick as deeply as possible into your entrance.

Jungkook was half-way hovering over you now, resting his weight on his hip and in the perfect position for you to reach down into his pants and take his impossibly hard cock into your hand. Immediately, before you could even move your hand, he was bucking his hips into the tight grip in search of relief.

Taehyung had also moved to where his hips were straddling your leg slightly so he could start rubbing his clothed cock against you.

Now, they were both rocking their hips into you for relief and the motions were driving you abolustely insane. They made you feel so dirty and used and suddenly, you wanted to flip yourself over and let them have at you. Let them pound your ass until you were turned into a crying, screaming mess.

"'Wanna breed you," Jungkook murmured into your mouth gruffly, trying so hard to fuck into your hand roughly for some satisfaction, but there was no way he was going to get any in this position. He needed to be inside of you, with your tight wet heat suctioned around him.

"Yeah?" You moaned in between his incessant licks and kisses. "Wanna breed me, baby? Wanna fill me up and knot me?"

The filthy questions earned you a growl from Jungkook and he nipped at your bottom lip sharply, making you wince slightly as your eyebrows knitted together.

"Turn over. Want that ass in the air for me." He pulled away, giving you room to obey. "Gonna fuck my bitch so good. Fill her up with my pups." He was almost talking to himself at this point, so ready to fuck you as he quickly removed his pants and jerked his shirt over his head.

The only problem though was Taehyung, who was still languidly licking at you and rubbing himself against your leg. In his own little world. But when you made the move to turn over, he immediately caught on to what you were doing and sat back in excitement. His tail wagging as he rushed to remove his clothing.

Getting onto your knees and resting your weight on your forearms was an easy enough task. But it's the chaos that followed the action, where it all turned difficult.

Taehyung tried to move in behind you out of instinct, but a vicious growl tore from Jungkook's chest and he jumped to intercept the other's movement. With his brute strength, Jungkook wrestled and pinned Taehyung to the bed by his shoulders, growling and snapping in warning less than an inch away from his neck.

"My bitch, do you understand me? Stay the fuck away from her." Jungkook snarled, and even being human you could almost feel the domineering, intimidating pheromones that were echoing off of his body, so you could only imagine how affected Taehyung was by them. If you weren't in the bedroom with your ass in the air, you would stand up for Tae, but you knew better than to get into the middle of what was going on. When it came to breeding, Jungkook's word was law. He got first go.

Taehyung was positively terrified, ears flattened into his hair and eyes squeezed shut with his neck bared in submission. He whined in fear. "You don't touch until I say you can touch. And that won't be until after I pump her full and knot her up, so know your fucking place." And just to drive his point home and really get Taehyung to listen, Jungkook opened his mouth and rested his canines on the thin skin of Taehyung's neck. A dangerous warning. And then he removed them, snarling once more as he backed up off of the other hybrid and turned his attention back to what mattered.

You.

Jungkook sniffed at the air and then let out a satisfied huff when he smelt your arousal, the tantalizing aroma going straight to his cock and making it throb as he moved into position behind you.

You shuddered in anticipation when you felt the weight and heat of his body behind you and it was no surprise when you felt his strong  hands grip your hips and begin jostling your body into his desired position. When he was done there was a deep arch in your back and your ass was poised perfectly in the air for him and it delighted you knowing how badly the sight probably drove him insane.

Seeing you completely offering yourself up to him, like his good little bitch. Your stomach twisted fiercely when he growled in approval at the sight of you and began lining his cock up with your entrance. Before he pushed in, he looked over his shoulder back at Taehyung and snarled, not even liking the other hybrid to be so close, but he was too desperate to be inside of you to care much about it.

As he pushed in, you bit your lip and held your breath, hand clutching the sheets in front of you in order to keep yourself grounded. The intense stretch of his girth stung, but it was expected and you knew it wouldn't last long. As soon as he would start thrusting, your body would adjust and open up perfectly for him, accepting his thickness eagerly.

"Fuck," you squeaked out breathlessly when he bottomed out with a thump and you listened to him breathe heavily through his nose behind you, most likely taking in this moment and gathering himself before he began plowing into you.

Jungkook draped himself over you, nuzzling through your hair in order to find your ear. For a moment he just breathed into it, making your heart beat frantically in your chest out of anticipation on what he was going to do next, and then he poked his tongue out to lave over it before tugging the lobe between his teeth with a growl.

"So wet and tight, my bitch feels so good," and he emphasized the last word with a deliberate roll of his hips that ended with a firm smack into your ass. The feeling was absolutely delicious.

And before you knew it, his hips began moving in a consistent motion. Quick little thrusts that you knew would only build in intensity over time. But right now, they were small and almost soft, yet had enough speed to have your ass jiggling every time his hips met it.

You could hear Taehyung behind you whining and moving around on the bed aimlessly, not knowing what to do with himself and the unbearable urge to fuck. You wanted to feel bad for him, but the steady, perfectly consistent rhythm of Jungkook's thrusts wouldn't allow you. You were already so fucking gone. The way Jungkook was fucking you right now could get you to cum without you even thinking about having to touch your clit. That's how good it was.

Jungkook reached underneath you and slipped one of his hands up your stomach all the way up to your breast, squeezing it and then tweaking the nipple with his fingers. "Perfect tits, baby. Can't wait to see 'em all full and leaking of milk for our pups." He growled dangerously then, his thrusts intensifying, shifting to the next level effortlessly.

"Yes, Kookie," you moaned out loudly, clenching around his cock from the filthy words shamelessly tumbling out of his mouth.

Honestly, you were pretty sure it wasn't possible for you to get pregnant by them, which was why you never worried about condoms or birth control. It's not like you were positively for certain, but you just figured since you were technically different species, you wouldn't be biologically compatible like that. But you had to admit, one of your deepest, darkest filthiest fantasies was quitting your job and just staying with your ass in the air all day everyday for them to take turns breeding you over and over again. Being their personal little pup-maker, like they'd probably love for you to be.

But that was a fantasy, and you tried to keep the sex with them under control because they were pretty much always horny and would be perfectly happy just spending their whole day fucking you. The instinct to reproduce was strong within them and always present, making it hard for them to see you in an innocent light sometimes. Like when you'd bend over to pick something up or tie your shoe, they'd see it as an opportunity to mount you from behind. Or when you'd be their little spoon while cuddling, they would be hyper-aware of their crotch pressed up against your ass and then get aroused and try to have sex.

Don't get you wrong though, you were a young healthy woman with a strong sex drive of your own that had no problems indulging two handsome hybrid's insatiable obsession. But sometimes, you had to be rational and refuse them or else you'd never get anything done throughout the day.

This time of the month however, when your ovulation cycle began to run its course, you knew that you had to surrender yourself to their incessant desire, at least until after it wasn't so strong to them. Because one time during one of your ovulation cycles you had a bad cold and did not feel like having sex at all, so you rejected all of their advances and quickly found out that it was physically painful for them when they could feel such a strong urge and pull towards you but couldn't do anything about it. It was so unbearable in fact that you ordered and expressed shipped from the internet a pheromone mask, a spray that you spritzed all over your body and masked the strong scent that you were sending out to Jungkook and Taehyung. It helped eased the sexual urge for them, but they were still clingy and didn't leave your side throughout the whole cycle.

You still had that spray, and kept it for emergencies, but you chose to deal with your cycle naturally most of the time and let them fuck you like they wanted. It was easier to just let it happen, rather than make sure you put the spray on again every hour to keep it effective. Plus, you really had no issues about dealing with it naturally when you could. And it was a Friday, so you had the next two days off and were free to spend them right here in this very bed if need be.

Your train of thought suddenly rerouted back to the present when Jungkook sat back onto his heels and gripped your hips in his strong hold, before pounding into you harder than before. Driving his hips into you with the sole purpose to get himself off and fill you up to the brim with his seed and knot.

You gasped, mouth hanging open in a silent scream and you gripped the covers beneath you, pulling up on them before pressing your forehead into the mattress. You were so wrecked beyond basic thought, that you didn't even notice Taehyung was now beside you. Glancing over at him, you saw him staring intently at where you and Jungkook were connected, the wet and sloppy sight of Jungkook's cock pistoning in and out of you and the obvious stretch you were having to endure in order to accommodate him. Taehyung's hand was wrapped around his cock, so tightly that his knuckles were white and he whined, frowning.

"T-Tae," you tried to speak, but Jungkook was fucking you so roughly your whole body was jostling with his thrusts and making it hard to even get a word out.

Taehyung's ears twitched at the sound of his name, but he couldn't pull his eyes away from the sight they were glued on.

You wanted to jerk him off, taking pity on him, but when you began reaching back for his cock, Jungkook growled in disapproval and suddenly draped himself back over your body. One hand holding his weight up on the bed and the other going to rest on your stomach.

He pressed his hand into your lower stomach and growled lowly in your ear. The pressure was tantalizing, emphasing the feel of his cock rubbing against your walls from within.

"My pups are gonna be in here. Mine, you're my bitch." He decided to remind you once again and the sharpest stab of arousal made your stomach clench from the reminder, and it was also that moment when you felt the familiar sting down at your entrance. The tell tale sensation of his knot beginning to form.

It was that added stretch whenever he would shove his knot passed your entrance and then pull it back out. It would catch on your entrance the more it grew but he would just thrust especially hard to fit it in and then yank his hips back to pop it back out and repeat the process.

This was the part where it was clear you were not made to take a hybrid's cock, even though whenever you'd voice that realization, Jungkook and Taehyung were quick to assure you that whenever you got pregnant with their pups they would be able to fit through your vagina so technically their knot should be no problem for you to handle.

Needless to say, even if that was true, it was definitely easier said than done.

"Jungkook!" You cried out, feeling that familiar urge to tap out as you buried your face in the covers. But despite the pain, your stomach still swirled warmly in the direction of a release and oddly enough, the arousal and pain blended into something delicious and overwhelming.

And then, Jungkook gave the hardest thrust yet and popped his knot into your entrance, the action causing you to gasp sharply. But you knew this time, it was in you to stay. Because Jungkook didn't try to yank his hips back like before, instead he grind into you with a purpose, hips flushed with your ass.

The swirling warmth in the pit of your stomach began to intensify at how full you felt, and not to mention you could feel the way his knot rubbed snugly against your walls and hitting every sugary spot you could imagine.

No human man could ever make you feel this way.

And just the thought of that, coupled with the incredible feeling of being filled to the brim, was enough to send you spiraling into the most sweetest high. The feeling of heaven flushing throughout your limbs and caressing your stomach and lower back, making your toes curl and mouth pop open as you welcomed it with fervor.

The sensation of your walls clenching and clenching and your thighs quivering in an attempt to keep yourself up was what finally coaxed Jungkook into coming. Releasing his thick seed deep within you as his chest rumbled with a deep content growl, his face nuzzling into your temple and hips continuing to move in small little grind to milk himself dry inside of you.

There was so much cum, he was still releasing into you and it always amazed you how completely stuffed you were afterwards. Filled up completely by Jungkook, every inch inside of you.

"Fuck," you whimpered, letting out a shaky breath and the small little noise made Jungkook wrap both arms around your middle in an attempt to comfort you as he lapped at your face, but you were now supporting both of your weight and you let out a helpless noise at the pressure on your upper body. "Jungkook, please you're squishing me,"

And he gave you one last lick before placing his hands back onto the bed and picking his weight up off of you.

You looked back over your shoulder at him, wondering what he looked like after such an intense fuck since you basically never had sex facing each other. You always had to be on your hands and knees, in the proper breeding position, Taehyung and Jungkook proclaimed.

The sight nearly made you orgasm all over again. Sweat soaked his hairline and was dripping down the sides of his face, coupled with hooded eyes and parted lips as he breathed heavily from the previous exertion. There was a slight furrow between his eyebrows, making him look like the sexiest thing you've ever witnessed. And as if the whole thing couldn't get better, he tilted his head back slightly and sniffed at the air, hips twitching afterwards.

"Smells good. Just like it always does when my bitch gets bred."

You moaned, feeling fucking aroused all over again because of Jungkook and his damn filthy, blatant words.

When you propped yourself up back onto your elbows, your sore knees were brought to your attention and you were just about to ask Jungkook if he could arrange you two on your sides like usual but thats when you suddenly felt something.

Something little and faint down at your entrance, that was there and gone within a quick second.

Jungkook suddenly went tense above you and then you felt it again. This time, you realized it was wet and warm, prodding and swiping around the area tentatively.

"Taehyung," you suddenly said with a shaky exhale. Not asking for his attention, but just voicing your realization that the odd sensation was him.

He was positioned behind you and Jungkook, head angled between your legs in order to lap around your sensitive center. He always did this after Jungkook knotted you, enjoying the new juices that your climaxes provided while also offering his numbing/healing saliva. Aiding with any soreness you felt, but it was mainly for Jungkook. Whenever you couldn't feel Taehyung's tongue, you knew he had veered off to the base of Jungkook's cock and was licking at the little part of his knot that could be seen from inside of your vagina. Their knots were always sensitive and sore afterwards so they would help each other out and lick them to ease the dull ache since they couldn't reach their own.

Jungkook released a deep breath, his body seeming to relax along with it. He crowded you forwards and then dropped his weight down onto his hip on the mattress, moving the two of you so you would be on your sides.

Taehyung whined at the loss, trying to follow the irresistible taste and Jungkook just rolled his eyes tiredly when he got you both situated and then he slipped his hand under your inner thigh so he could heft your leg into the air that way for Taehyung. The eldest hybrid re-positioned himself and dove back in, licking at you both once more eagerly.

You were so exhausted all of the sudden, Jungkook always did a number on you when you fucked. It was go big or go home for him all the time when it came to sex, which you had no complaints about whatsoever. But golly, it sure tired you out.

Practically numb to Taehyung's tongue at this point, you just rested your head on the pillow and gazed tiredly down at him working, enjoying the feeling of both of your lovers so close to you.

And before you knew it, your eyes were slipping closed and the last thing you remembered before dozing off was Jungkook growling softly and easing your leg down, telling Taehyung to let you rest.

You awoke to the sun shining straight into your eyes and you moaned, turning your head away from the light. But the innocent morning sunlight was definitely not what roused you from sleep, and quite frankly, not what made you moan either.

Opening one eye and peeking down, you saw a mop of brown hair between your legs, fluffy ears perked up.

"Taehyung," you whispered, biting your lip and frowning at the over-sensitivity of his tongue lapping at your clit.

Realizing you were awake, he looked up at you and his tail began to wag in excitement. He pulled himself up, whining and your eyes fell to the large bulge in his pajama pants.

His hips stuttered, seeking out friction.

"Please, before Jungkook wakes up," he pleaded desperately, giving you the literal puppy dog eyes as the cherry on top.

You yawned, stretching your muscles and wondering how the hell you allowed those eyes to have such a strong effect on you as you rolled over onto your knees. You kept your head on the pillow, hugging it and closing your eyes, feeling Taehyung moving around behind you.

Good morning world, you thought humorously as you arched your back and poked your ass into the air.

[thatvixenchick]

hey there vixen! Ive been followin you for a while, and wanna ask some advice; so an online friend of mine has revealed that they’ve been lying the whole time; that they are really not in their 20s, and have been around like, 19. We’ve been chatting for 4 years, and I’m slightly panicking, since I have talked the nsfw of the nsfw stuff about her back when she was about 16. Rly sorry if this is sudden, but wouldn’t you be weirded out if its revealed ur friend has been underage this whole time??

Because of the current tumblr climate, I’m going to answer this much more long-winded than I normally would have. Take a seat, it’s story time.

When I was in middle school, I was much more emotionally mature than my peers. I started going into chat rooms on the internet and the people I connected with were all older. Occasionally, they would strike on topics I was not comfortable participating in, so I would tap out until later. That wasn’t often because I was in mostly themed chats. We talked about ghosts or updates on the websites we visited or TV shows we watched. Most of my main chat were college students. I hid my age with them and when they would talk about classes, I would desperately try to pretend like I knew how college courses worked. They never learned my age.

In late middle school, my peers started exploring sex. I did not. I had a mental block on exactly how sex worked right up until the end of 8th grade in which I picked up a romance novel, not realizing what it would contain. The book solidly used “gates of womanhood” and “gates of manhood” the entire scene, but it got the point across. We had no sex ed in my schools because of where I lived. However, my mother was insistent on me going to her about anything. So in a daze, I walked up to her and asked if that was really how sex worked. She said “yes” and left it at that since she was coming to terms with the fact that my questions in the future were about to get a lot more detailed.

That summer, I took the book to 4H camp and talked about what it contained to the 14 girls I was in a cabin with. Half of them wanted nothing to do with it, the other half wanted to know. I refused to give details. Only 3 of the girls were brave enough to read the scene, and one got invested and finished the book. (I still dunno how people can read that fast…)

In high school, people were having sex, getting caught, and talking about it. I also discovered fandom. I quickly learned that, at this point in fandom history, there was a 50/50 chance of an author being around my age or much older. I trusted the ones much older since the ones around my age had crazy ideas about how sex worked. For example, Harry rubbed Hermione's belly button because the author thought that’s where the clit was. My friend group would talk about these fics and laugh. We would share terrible examples of sex. We would also share good examples of sex. Online, nobody spoke of their ages as it was an unwritten rule of fandom spaces during that time. Some you could tell, others you could not. It was how things worked back then.

For every new thing I learned from fanfiction or my high school friends and was confused about, I would go to my mother for accurate clarification. She used these moments to also make sure I understood safety and consent. I asked her about the things I learned from my friends about the sex they were having irl and discovered how much of it was SO unsafe. About this time, I started having cyber sessions with a person from my text-based role-playing group. He was a year younger than me.

At 17, a friend from a forum group that I talked to over messenger started flirting with me. I knew he was older. So, in light of our 4 year friendship, I told him my age. He was uncomfortable and decided to stop talking to me. I didn’t blame him for that, though I was a bit sad. Still, it was the best decision he could have made for himself and I respected that.

At 19 my cousin came to me because her boyfriend wanted to have sex. She was 13. She had nobody to turn to for advice or information since her family was of the opinion that no information at all was best. I had always encouraged her to ask me about anything she needed to know. I explained that she was too young and her partner too uneducated. I let her know the facts about what she asked. I made sure to drill into her head that condoms were non-negotiable since she looked determined to do it anyways. She did. She got hurt. She stopped seeing the boy. She avoided anything sexual for another 3 years before slowly getting back into things. Every time she needed something, or had a scare, or had a question, she would come to me. She was always so afraid of talking about it out loud, so I let her know all the safety information I could give to make sure she understood what she was getting herself into. She stayed sexually active, but she also stayed safe, clean, unhurt, and would punch a guy that tried to push something. Consent is important.

As for me, I did not start being sexually active with my own body until I was 19. I did not have sex until I was 21. I dated during that time, but I set very clear and firm boundaries about what I was and wasn’t comfortable with. I had no tolerance for those boundaries being pushed. As I grew older, I continued to enjoy learning everything I could about sex and kink, consent and safety, sexuality and gender. Currently, I help out with sex education where I can, including essays, presentations at conventions, and podcasts.

So now you know my history and can better understand my answer:

I understand why a person would have various reasons for lying about how young they are on the internet. I did it. I have friends that did. There’s a certain amount of responsibility one has to take when lying about being older, though. One, you cannot engage in any sex talk that is personal between yourself and the older person you are talking to. Two, you must be honest if a situation arises in which the older person could get into legal trouble. Three, you must take full responsibility to walk away from conversations that you find uncomfortable. Four, you must protect your privacy with your life and give no details on your name, specific location, personal acquaintances, or pictures of yourself.

I understand why a person would be upset about being lied to. Not only the lie but because the decision of what they would feel comfortable with was taken from their hands. It was a violation of their trust and personal online safety. 

Not to mention, things are different now than they were back in my day of fandom. It’s important to keep in mind the expectations of the majority in different spaces on the internet along with personal boundaries of whoever you are talking to. Be educated and make informed decisions about your online interactions.

Would I have been upset about discussing nsfw content that did not personally involve me or the other party without me knowing that the other party was underage?

This answer varies per person and that’s okay. Every person has different boundaries for themselves and different expectations of their own online privacy and safety. Every person must set those boundaries for themselves and see that they are adhered to by those around them whenever possible. It’s nobody else’s job to enforce the rules you have made to protect yourself.

Legally speaking (I am in America), so long as the older party remained unaware of the age younger party, and all talk of a sexual manner was not used in a way to seduce the younger party, and no pictures of the younger party were exchanged, then nothing illegal happened. That’s a fine line to walk, however, with the ways that lawyers can spin things. So it’s understandable that an older party would want to be able to walk away from any nsfw conversations with a younger party to protect themselves.

However, I also understand not being bothered at all because the younger party had someone they were comfortable with talking to about these things. They were learning, whether they realized it or not, the details of the content they were reading, what was and wasn’t real, and how to form better decisions on safety and consent. Because speaking to someone more mature means getting better information. It means there’s no argument about where the cervix is located or whether or not a nipple can be pinched off with a clothespin. An older party could find themselves relieved that the younger party had someone to talk to that knew better than to sneak out during school lunch break and have sex in their car with a plastic bag for a condom.

As a sex educator, I would rather a teen come to me with their questions than to their peers. Of course, as a sex educator, I also understand my own personal and legal boundaries better than your average joe on the internet. So it’s perfectly reasonable for a person who does not know those boundaries to want to tap out of a conversation with someone underage.

So for me, personally, I come from a time when ages were simply not discussed. This isn’t unusual for me. I also understand wanting to talk to someone more emotionally mature who likely has a better education than one’s peers. I also get being panicked when you weren’t aware of the boundaries you should have been adhering to when talking to someone underage. It’s a complicated situation, made more so by the individual in question and the details of the conversations I might have had with them. How I felt and the actions I would take would vary depending on the situation as this is too broad a question to give an all-encompassing answer.

So I will say that any emotions that you are having about it are valid. The decision that you make now should be what is best for you - for your emotions, your safety, and your future. It is worth being empathetic to the other party, but you should never be swayed by their reasoning, feelings, or excuses because ultimately, you must do what you feel is best for yourself. But whatever you do, don’t hold onto it and obsess over it. Deal with the emotions you have from the violation of trust, come to a rational decision as to what’s best, follow through, and then let it go and move on.

[oddsnendsfanfics]

Two Strangers : Coffee & Cuddles

Genre: Fan Fiction (Vikings) Pairing: Ivar/Reader Warnings: N/A Rating: G Length: Drabble Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: Because shy, sweet Modern!Ivar is too cute not to love. 

Two Strangers Master List

The house was lit as the morning light came through a few slatted blinds, dim from the clouds which covered the sun, but light enough to comfortably leave most lights off. Feet on the wood floor, your toes scrunched against the glossy boards wishing you'd put socks on. Following the short path from the bedroom to the kitchen, you inhaled the fresh aroma of coffee brewing.

In the kitchen, Ivar stood, in last night's jeans, gazing out the window. Bare chested with his hair loose, he yawned and stretched his shoulders up to loosen the tension in his back. Sleeping with someone else in his bed had been nice, a bit nerve wracking, but nice.

"Good morning, gorgeous." He broke the silence, not turning to look, the steps were far too delicate for it to be Ubbe.

"Good morning," You blushed faintly at his greeting.

"I'm glad you stayed here last night," Ivar pointed to the window. "You may have never got out of the hotel, today."

Outside the window there was more snow piling on top of the dusting that had been there all week. The sky was gray and pink in the morning, a few stray flakes continuing to tumble to the ground. Shivering at the sight, you wrap your arms around your self, bringing the warm house coat closer to you. Ivar's scent was woven into the fleece material, bringing a small smile to your face. The soft sandalwood and citrus scent was intoxicating.

"Thank you," Your voice is low, you hadn't realized how sleepy you would sound, "by the way, for letting me stay. It's been really nice of you and Ubbe to let me crash here."

Ivar nodded and smiled, he had no problems with your presence as you were fully aware. Ubbe had insisted, several times, it was more than fine with him as well, but you felt like you were putting him out somehow. When you made it back to your hotel, tonight, you would make sure to leave some cash behind as a thank you to Ubbe.

"I like having you here," Ivar spoke, his crutches softly thumping against the kitchen floor. Steadying himself, he reached up and dug around a cupboard. "It's nice to have someone other than Ubbe to talk to in the morning." He finished with a soft grunt, his arm stretched overhead Ivar's face lit up when he found what he had been looking for.

"Do you need any help, Ivar?" You questioned leaning against the kitchen table feeling a little useless for not offering to help.

Ivar wouldn't have taken it anyway, he had made it very clear that you were here as a guest. Last night when you'd tried to help clean up after dinner, Ivar had practically requested someone sit on you to keep you from doing dishes. Had you not willingly given in, opting to talk with Bjorn's wife; Torvi, you felt as though one of the Lothbrok's would have complied happily.

"Nope, I'm good." Ivar answered placing a large glass bowl on the counter top.

You were impressed at how well he got around, but seeing him at home was even more impressive. Ivar had explained that he'd designed the entire floor plan of the house, drawing it to suit both him and Ubbe. A family friend, a skilled builder and sort of Ivar's boss, had helped bring Ivar's ideas to life. Whether he was using his crutches or wheelchair, there was nothing out of bounds for Ivar in his own space.

This morning Ivar wanted to be Ivar, a normal (if that were possible for a Lothbrok) 23 year old, who was trying to impress the girl he adored. He had big plans to have breakfast ready before you woke, but had overslept and only managed to get into the kitchen a handful of minutes before you. Coffee had barely began to brew when you'd stepped into the spacious kitchen.

"Do you want chocolate chip or banana waffles?"

Slouching into the robe a little further, you lulled your head to the side, a playfulness on your sleepy face. "Surprise me?"

"In that case," Ivar smirked, moving to get the waffle iron out, "you should go back to bed and I'll bring them in."

"Or," You shifted your weight, curling your toes against the smooth flooring, "I could help you and we can go back to bed, together?"

Ivar giggled, one of the little things you were growing to love about him, his nose crinkled and his eyes sparked with a giddiness. "What are we waiting for? Grab a knife, you're on fruit slicing duty, gorgeous."

The radio played a string of random 80's hits, the two of you signing along to as many of them as you could, laughter erupting through each one. Ivar swayed back and forth, stirring the waffle batter, singing into a spatula in a silly manner. Watching him go about his antics, you couldn't help the laughter that followed.

How far he had came from being the shy guy on the plane.

"What the hell are you doing, Iv?" Ubbe's booming voice startled you. Squeaking, you jumped and threw the knife onto the floor with a clank. "Easy, no need to go throwing knives at me." He began to laugh. "I liked her until she tried to murder me, let the record show."

"Morning, Ubbe." Ivar waved a hand, steadying himself and pouring some batter into the waffle maker. "Waffles?"

"Uh, if I say yes do I have to go back to your bed and eat them," Ubbe smirked devilishly, "Or can I have mine in here?"

"Ooh," Ivar bit his bottom lip, shaking his head at his older brother, "you best make your own, my bed doesn't have room for three." He winked at you.

"No worries," You quietly butt in, washing off the knife, "I don't mind eating at the table alone. You boys enjoy breakfast in Ivar's bed."

Turning to face you, Ubbe cocked his head and Ivar snickered. "Okay, murder attempt aside, I like her again." Ubbe motioned to you. Rubbing his hands over his bearded cheeks, he groaned and stepped toward the coffee maker. "You two enjoy, I'll grab something at work, I have to go."

"Will you be back for dinner?" Ivar glanced over at his brother, watching him grab a travel mug and fill it.

"Depends," Ubbe shrugged glancing around for the milk, which was next to you. "Floki has this new design he wants to try at that office building, the one you designed last month." Ivar seemed to know exactly what his brother meant.

"Okay, well, enjoy." Ivar waved his brother off. "Tell him that I'll have those designs for him in another week."

"Tell him yourself, I'm not taking the flack for you slacking." Ubbe winked at you, his mouth tugged into a smirk.

Ivar muttered something about his boss, while Ubbe shook his head, not paying his little brother much attention. Grabbing his coffee, Ubbe bid you and Ivar farewell shouldering a bag and leaving for work. Outside Ubbe's truck engine came to life, the tries faintly crunching the snow, and you and Ivar were once again left alone.

"I was thinking, after breakfast, what if we stay in today?" Ivar brought you back to the kitchen. "We can watch some movies, hang out, and enjoy each other."

"At some point, I have to go back to my hotel," You glanced down at the robe, wearing a tshirt you'd borrowed from Ivar under it. Your own clothes would be nice, the dress you'd worn for dinner last night wasn't suitable for a day like today.

"Right," Ivar nodded curtly. Pulling a waffle from the waffle maker and laying it on a plate, he stood for a second obviously in thought. Brushing his hand through his hair, he shifted uneasily, looking as though he wanted to say something. Instead he made another waffle.

A mix of fresh fruit in a bowl, you placed it next to the plate with the waffles. Asking for direction to the coffee mugs, it was the least you could do to continue to help. Fresh coffee poured, made perfectly, you took a sip of the hot liquid and sighed in contentment. Ivar still bobbing along to the radio, drumming his fingers on the counter top, he was more of a morning person than you'd imagined.

Breakfast ready to be served, you helped Ivar carry it to his bedroom – his suggestion of eating in bed had been more serious than you'd expected. Situated on his bed, blankets and pillowed strewn around from the night you'd spent, the two of you got comfortable with your plates in hand and coffee resting on the nearby bedside table.

Resting against the headboard, Ivar smiled when you moved from the middle of the bed to sit next to him. "If you'd like we can eat and then get ready, I'll go with you to the hotel."

"You don't have to, if you have other things to do." You replied between bites of your waffle. "These are really good, by the way." Pointing to the plate with your fork, you lick your lips.

"Thanks, my mom's secret recipe." Ivar smiled proudly, his voice giving him away. In what he had told you about his parents, you knew that he missed them terribly. "She would have liked you." His voice was hushed. "My dad, too."

Fork down and plate off to the side, you leaned in, gently kissing Ivar's cheek. "They seem like they were really great people."

Turning his head to face you, Ivar's brow knitted together and his face was soft. Setting his plate beside him, he turned his upper body, hand gently under your chin guiding your face closer to his. Gosh, his lips were always so soft, you loved it. Sweet and bitter was the only way to describe the taste of Ivar's kiss, the waffles and fruit couldn't mask the bitterness of the coffee and several years of smoking on his lips. Leaning into him, you wrap a hand in his hair, enjoying the feeling of being so close.

"I meant it," Ivar whispered, breaking apart. "The other day, when I said I loved you."

"I know," You bite your bottom lip, your eyes searching his. You'd had no doubt in that. "Ivar, I want..."

"You don't have to say it back, it's okay." Ivar kissed the tip of your nose, smiling. "I jumped in pretty quick and if you're not ready then I'm okay with that."

"I want to say it, but I don't want you to think it's only because you've said it." You explain your feelings the best to your ability.

"You'll say it when you're ready." Ivar was reassuring, his thumb stroking your cheek. "Now, about today."

The diversion was welcomed, Ivar didn't want to push when there was no need.

"When we go to your hotel, how do you feel about checking out? You only have a handful of days left here, I'd like it if you stayed here." Ivar went in head first. What was the worst you could say? "If you want to."

"Yes," You blurted out before giving it any thought. If you thought about it, there would only be a million reasons why you couldn't or shouldn't agree.

"That was easier than I thought," Ivar laughed, kissing your forehead.

"Please, I'm not that difficult." You teased with a nudge and a wink.

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the phoenix & the raven [two]

▷       original fiction

↳ content: fantasy, mutual pining, romance, action/adventure, angst

↳ words: 2.2k

▷       [ I ] - [ II ] - [ III ] - [ IV ] - [ V ] - [wip]

"I've been wandering with the odd mercenary work, I suppose," he told her, watching her walk across the room with a filled glass in each hand. "This isn't going to be on my tab, right?"

Rae shook her head, a light chuckle escaped her. She pushed one of the glasses toward him as she sipped from her own. Midnight had come and gone and the only illumination at this late hour was the orange hue of the candles that were decorating the nearby tables. The pair were sat off to the side of the bar, close to the back room.

"You just disappeared, no one heard from you," Rae said, a bittersweet sadness weighed heavily in her tone.

"What made you open this place up?" he asked, changing the subject, watching her shift in her seat.

"Unlike some of us, I hung up my leathers and sword a few years ago," she told him. She raised a hand to point toward the awning of the bar where her own sword hung proudly, "but I still have the old girl. Never know when I might need her." She smiled softly. "Now I entertain the ruffians who come through and I listen to their stories; living vicariously through them, I suppose. But... I want to know the real reason you left, you can try to subvert the conversation all you like but I'm not here for it, Dark."

He held his glass with a claw-like grasp, his head bowed as he gently swirled it around. He clenched his jaw so hard it made his teeth hurt. She watched as the soft light cast dancing shadows across his face. He looked almost vulnerable despite his unkempt beard and hair. There was a slight tremble to her hand as she slowly reached toward his hands.

"Are you forgetting just how damaged and worn down I was?" he asked with genuine incredulity. "I couldn't bear to drag you down the spiral with me. You deserved so much more than that." Her fingers gripped his hand tightly as he continued. "The nightmares..." he shook his head as if to get rid of them once more, "the drinking and fighting was just to numb everything out, same old story, right? I know how much I hurt you, Rae. I know I can't take it back, but given the chance, I would in a heartbeat."

"There's no need to--" but he cut her off by slowly removing his hand from under hers.

He bowed his head towards his glass, now cradling it with both hands. He looked up at her and she became aware of the tears pooling in his eyes. He chugged the glass back, taking one long gulp before eventually continuing.

"I was so lost without you," his voice was softer but it was tinged with fear, "I never realized just how much I needed you, just how much I loved you."

Rae felt her cheeks flush with a gentle heat, her heart jumped to her throat and her eyes stung with tears. Dark had no intention of looking up at her at that moment, anxious about the consequences of his words. Rae's chair made a deafening screech against the tile flooring as she stood up at stand at his side. Her arms overwhelmed him with a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. Dark shifted in his seat to face her, wrapping his own arms around her waist. She breathed in deeply the earthen scent of his hair, dampened slightly by the odor of alcohol in the air.

"Don't ever leave me again," she told him, soft yet stern.

"I promise," he told her, squeezing her tight.

* * *

The noise of the shower in the adjacent en suite should've been deafening but Rae was adrift in thought. Her heart raced uncomfortably in her chest; she was happy, he was safe, but she was deeply saddened, still deeply wounded by his disappearance.

She ached from the assault of emotions that had begun overwhelming her from the moment he had opened his mouth.

The water was a welcoming heat that beat down on the worn, scarred skin on his back. He leaned his forehead against the hard tile, trying his best to steady his footing. He was mesmerized by the water as it swirled away under his feet, convincing himself that everything he had been carrying all these years was finally beginning to fall away. Or perhaps I am just a fool, he thought, a low, rumbling chuckle escaped his chapped lips; a faded scar ran over his top lip. He was still heavily handicapped by the alcohol in his system.

Dark entered the bedroom dressed only in his tattered pair of black leather breeches with his hair still dripping wet. He caught sight of Rae standing in front of a mirror; she seemed to look through her reflection instead of at it. Her shirt was unlaced and hanging down around her shoulders, his attention was caught by the peeking of her breasts.

Rae's breath hitched in her throat as the scars at her shoulder blades burned hot and her eyes shot up to find Dark's staring at her in the mirror. She was abruptly aware of her vulnerable state and unable - or perhaps unwilling - to alleviate her situation. Dark strode his way across the claustrophobic room and as he neared her, he reached out toward her.

She quivered under his caress as fingers traced the scars that tarnished her back; he recalled how beautiful her wings had once been, striking and ethereal in their magnificence. He could feel his own scars ache in empathy for her.

"It still hurts, doesn't it?" he said, a matter of fact.

Rae pulled her shirt across her body trying to maintain a modicum of dignity before turning on the balls of her feet to face him. He had always been taller than her but at this very moment, she suddenly felt terribly small and fragile. She looked up at him with tired, misty eyes.

"I'm not wrong, am I?" he asked. She shook her head wearily.

"You know... a lot still hurts, Dark," she told him, hugging herself for comfort. "I don't know what you want me to say."

"What I want you to say doesn't matter," he admitted to her, "because you're all that counts, Rae. Whatever you say, be that good or bad, has to come from your heart." He raised his hand to her cheek, gently catching a tear as it fell. Her skin felt delicate and soft, a stark contrast from his rough and weathered hands.

"Then give me time, Dark," her voice was small as she took a step back, breaking contact, afraid to cause any harm. "You've had the time to think about all of this. For all I knew..." she hesitated before continuing, "...you'd gone and gotten yourself killed."

Rae gently brushed passed him but was caught off guard by his hand gently holding her by the arm, pulling her closer to him. Hastily, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his broad chest. His skin was still damp against her cheek as he nestled her closely.

"Stay right here with me," he whispered, his lips brushing against her soft hair.

She gently pulled away and took his hand in her own, his strong hand dwarfed hers, yet they fit together perfectly. She timidly guided him toward the bed and motioned with her free hand for him to lie down. The mattress shifted against his weight but before he could pull her down with him, she let go and walked around to the other side, setting herself down.

Dark watched her with his steely eyes, attentively taking her in. He watched as she delicately lay herself down next to him and patted her chest. Dark raised a curious eyebrow at her, and when she laughed - music to his ears, so pretty and light - his cheeks flushed red.

"Come here," she told him.

He shifted awkwardly toward her, laying his burdened head on her chest. A long, labored breath escaped his lips as she began to gently stroke his hair; he felt like he could finally relax. As Dark lay there, drinking in her scent with his head pressed against her bosom, his eyes were now struggling to stay open; Rae began to hum a delicate tune that would follow him into slumber.

"Because all roads lead back home."

* * *

The dawning sun cast beautiful pink and orange hues across the room as the morning chorus pierced the silence. Neither Rae nor Dark had moved all night, their chests rising and falling gently with their slumbering breaths.

Rae was first to open her eyes, accustomed to early mornings, but on this occasion, she was reluctant to move at all. She looked down at Dark, his hair across her chest; his arm had a welcoming weight as it limply draped around her waist, his warmth encompassed her.

He looks so peaceful, she thought, running her fingers through his hair and smiling when he nuzzled his face closer into her. A low weighty breath escaped Dark's lips as his eyes began to slowly open and adjust to the morning light.

"What time is it?" he asked her, his voice husky.

"Almost time to get to work," she told him, tucking a lock of his hair behind his larger pointed ears as her fingers still fondled with it. He groaned.

"I say it's still sleepy time," he playfully demanded as he held her as close to his own body as he could.

Rae could hear shuffling come from down the hall. Cedric was getting ready to do his duties for the morning, the patrons who had stayed the night would soon follow suit excepting their breakfasts. Cedric was the only other member of staff at her establishment, it had been the two of them from the beginning.

A traveling merchant by trade, Cedric and Rae met not long after she had purchased the building, which was no more than a dilapidated wreck and a sad, abandoned shell of its former glory. He had recounted his fond memories of his youth at the tavern and agreed to help her shine once again.

With determination, and a lot of hard work, The Weary Monk had superseded its predecessor and people from all walks of life came together to enjoy the fruits of her labor.

"I'm afraid not, Dark," she announced, "and you're going to help out here if you want to stay." His head shot up, his eyes wide with disbelief. "You're going to get yourself a credible job while you're here with me."

In the mornings, Cedric would work the kitchens and Rae would tend to the patrons, fetching their food and drinks. Rae had put Dark in charge of serving and bussing tables if she was otherwise occupied.

"One flagon of our finest local ale, coming up," he chimed to the gruff bear of a man who sat at the end of the bar. He handed over the large glass and took his coin. Dark poured himself a finger of his own poison and added his own coin to the pile, "and one for me."

He watched Rae as she glided effortlessly around the room attending to her own duties. He took note of how her shapely curves were accentuated by her figure-hugging black breeches, accompanied by a white silk blouse than floated daintily around her waist. She glanced over at him and flashed an impish grin.

"How are you holding up?" she called over to him.

"This is easy, I'll gladly do this all day," he responded, flamboyantly waving his arms in the air.

"It's still early, Dark," she reminded him, pointing toward the clock that hung on one of the far walls.

Noon was fast approaching and Dark was on his fifth drink. He was becoming clumsy, but the thoughts were calm and he'd risk the repercussions, anything for quiet.

Rae leaned against the door frame that lead to the back room watching him; with the sleeves of his black tunic rolled up to his biceps, she couldn't help but take in the magnificence of his strong forearms. She watched as his muscles tightened as he pulled down on the pump to dispense the next drink. She was suddenly torn away from her daydream when a deafening collision of glass on stone filled the air; deathly silence followed immediately.

Dark stood frozen on the spot, his hand in an awkward half-open gesture in the air where the flagon had begun its demise. Tentatively, he turned his head toward where Rae was stood, only now she was furiously making her way toward him with balled fists at her sides. He caught sight of her right fist aiming to make contact with his arm.

"I'm not blind and I'm far from stupid, you of all people should know that," she told him. Dark's eyes widened. "You're going to be paying for each piece you've broken," her voice wasn't harsh like he'd expected, she sounded sad. "At this rate, all the wages I was planning on giving you will be swallowed up by this and your tab, if it hasn't already."

Dark hung his head, his face beginning to feel hot when he realized the gravity of the situation. He let out a low growl when Cedric peered his head around the door with a guffaw. Rae grabbed his arm roughly and lead him through the side door.

"Good luck!" Cedric called after them but Rae only had to turn her head to look at him, her face solemn, for him to quickly back off.

[your-friendly-neighborhood-sc00t]

Soul Calibur VI was just announced at the Game Awards

As I’m sure everyone is aware, the announcement trailer for Soul Calibur VI was just revealed yesterday, and the game is coming out in 2018, meaning that at most, it’ll be released in 12 months, and at shortest, most likely 6-8 months. MEANING THAT THE GAME IS MOST LIKELY FINISHED AT THIS POINT.

With the horribly rushed, unfinished, and pathetic state that Soul Calibur V was released in, Namco/Project Soul has ALOT of ground to make up for. And with this game coming out in just a year, it had better be a finished and complete product, there’s no excuse for it NOT to be.

With that out of the way, I’m going to list off some predictions I have, as well as things that should be added or removed to the game.

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Removal of Critical Edges and Brave Edges

I absolutely despised this addition to SCV, super attacks and special attacks are things that are present in just about every other fighting game franchise, but Soul Calibur was always unique, in which it had never needed or used these mechanics, and rightfully so, the lack of these in previous titles is one of many things that helped differentiate it from everything else. The inclusion of these mechanics didn’t further deepen the combat system, but simplified it, and wasn’t at all innovative for a fighting game. AND, there was balance issues with them, like some character’s CEs being far superior to others.

All in all, these were terrible additions, and I never want to see these mechanics in another Soul Calibur game again. And I genuinely hope they don’t become pillars in the core gameplay.

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Removal of Just Guard, and Revival of the Original Guard Impact System

The Just Guard mechanic was definitely one of the most boneheaded decisions made in V, there just, wasn’t ANY reason for it to even exist, it was difficult for some to pull off, it required EVEN MORE so precise timing to execute, and was just utterly pointless.

We need the original GI system from SCII and III, with the standard Impact and Parry, and you NEED to be able to perform it freely, with no restrictions to meter.

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Removal of Meter

A meter system truly has no place in this series, it never did, it added this retarded restriction of GI'ing, and was required to perform buffed versions of your standard attacks, sound familiar?

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Needs to be a Prequel to V

Considering all the dreadful mistakes made in terms of characters and story in V, this game needs to take place before this game, and from the looks of the trailer, it is indeed going to be, Sophitia (dead by SCV) and a much younger looking Mitsurugi are both present. So this gives me a bit of hope. And let’s be perfectly honest, nobody honestly gave a damn about half of the new characters introduced in V.

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Chronicles of the Sword Mode

Something really innovative, unique, and fun that was in III, was this mode, which was essentially a campaign for your custom characters, with it’s own unique plot and characters, with some RTS elements thrown in. It was a truly satisfying, and gratifying experience, and with how in-depth the Character Creation system is becoming, this NEEDS to make a return, it’ll definitely add some replay value to the game.

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Even More In-Depth Options for Character Creation

V did an astounding job at furthering the already-impressive character creation systems from III and IV, but they could still add some more options to improve the system. Increasing and decreasing the size of individual body parts in V was a good start, but I’d like to be able to further mess around with my character’s facial features, like increase/decrease the size of their nose, eyes, ears, cheeks, etc. Add highlights to their hair, and smaller things like that. Also I’d appreciate more than 3 slots for Special Equipment, and little to no conflicting equipment, which was something that was incredibly annoying in IV and V.

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Custom Character Jobs and Unique Fighting Styles

Something specifically present in III, was jobs for your custom characters, essentially you’d pick a job, and a variety of different fighting styles and weapons would be available for you to choose (though you had to play as them for a bit to unlock these special fighting styles). The cool thing was, these were entirely distinctive from the roster of existing characters, your custom character was even able to fight differently than the rest. They took this out starting in IV, and it has yet to make it’s return. Reintroducing this would be freaking awesome, and would encourage players even more so to craft their own CCs, as they will have new, different styles to also try out.

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Defining Mode

Starting in II, each game had, what I refer to as a “Defining Mode”, essentially the one mode that stands out in single-player content. II’s was Weapon Master, III’s was Chronicles of The Sword, and IV’s was Tower of Lost Souls, V didn’t really have one, unless you consider “Legendary Souls” to be it, I don’t as it was just a lazy and sorry excuse for a mode, lol…

So if VI doesn’t return any of these modes (which it likely won’t) it needs to have it’s own distinctive single-player mode that defines the game.

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Removal of the “Comeback Mechanic”

This one, absolutely infuriates me, essentially in V, when your opponent is on their last 20% of life, all of your attacks are nerfed and HALVED, unless they do more than 20 points of damage. So, the match begins to swing in THEIR FAVOR, JUST BECAUSE THEY HAVE LESS HEALTH THAN YOU.

WHAT KIND OF LOGIC IS THAT, THIS IS A FIGHTING GAME, IF YOU WANT TO WIN, YOU HAVE TO HARD FOR IT. This is the only fighting game I’ve ever heard of to make use of this TERRIBLE mechanic, this is disgusting, and I NEVER want to see this in any fighting game ever again.

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Cancels

Something that every game after II was lacking in, were attack cancels. Being able to cancel a large variety of your attacks boosted the mental game of SC, SIGNIFICANTLY, you had several ways to fake-out or bait your opponent, that it was ridiculous. And if you started up some attacks, you didn’t always have to actually commit to it, giving more freedom to the player. There are some cancels in III and IV, but they are truly far-and-few between. While V lacks essentially any cancels at all, and standard attack cancels are utterly useless due to GI being restricted to meter. So, VI really needs to bring back the immense amount of cancelable attacks to bring back that lost depth.

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Needs to be as fast as SCII

I really hope I’m not the only one who thought V’s gameplay was slow as all hell, the characters are sluggish and take a LIFETIME to recover from THEIR OWN ATTACKS. AND IT TAKES YEARS JUST TO GET UP FROM THE GROUND WHEN KNOCKED DOWN. This game absolutely needs the speed and fluidity that II had, no other game felt as smooth or refined, but VI has the chance to equal it, to which, I hope and pray that it does.

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Team Battle

A mode that was exclusive to II, you could form a team of up to 8 characters and duke it out against someone else who also has a team of that size. It was incredibly satisfying just to go through numerous rounds, trying to see who could knock-out whose team first. And it’s a feeling I’ve been sorely missing for years at this point.

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Anyway, I think that’s about everything Soul Calibur VI needs in order to be a proper SC title, but I have to admit, I’m nervous as hell. Like I said earlier tho, it has immense ground to make up for, after the travesty that was V, but I’m hopeful that VI will be a game worthy of praise, and of the SC name.

I really do hope this game turns out to actually be something, I’ve been a fan of the series for years, I’ve grown up with these games, so I’m just hoping this is the game that redirects the series onto the proper track.