#prey cafe au

[prey-to-go]

haha unrestrained summer fun- aka no asks means you all suffer- heres the cafe version of these two dumbasses.

Tony would rather not go into the Café, but the other option was...bloody and surprisingly not a lot of inmates were sent to death row which meant it was quickly running out. Another thing was losing control like that despite being oddly satisfying was terrifying. What if someone he cared about got lost in the bloodlust? A shiver runs down his spine at the thought being the last push to walk inside the obviously bright café.

It was a standard one, bright colors, the whole store full of customers with plates, bowls, cups with small people sitting beside food. It made his own stomach queasy to thing of some poor thing having to sit in the mess. They didn’t look to happy either. He takes a seat and a deep breath in as he glances at the menu. The best option would most likely be tea, not to hot or sticky to be in so he placed his order at the button menu at his table.

5 minutes later a waiter came out with a serving plate, a peppy smile on her face. “Good morning, sir! I have your green tea for you, and our specialized prey to properly enhance the flavor. Peter give the drink a sweet taste with hints of a sweet fruit, very popular.” She explains setting his mug down in front of him. The boy stares up at him with wide eyes before shame dances in those honey brown eyes and the gaze is broken.

“Is that everything for you sir? Our scones go well with this drink and the option of two prey comes with that.” The waiter adds on with a smile, drawing his attention back to her. “This is it for me, thanks.” He reassurance with a press smile. Still, he waits for her to leave before turning his attention to the small boy in the mug. “Peter, was it?”

He makes sure to keep his voice soft as to not scared the poor thing. All he gets is a short nod, the boy’s shoulders drawing in slowly. God, he hated how defeated the small thing looked. “I know this isn’t ah...ideal… here how about we get you out of there hmm?” He prompts softly offering his hand to the boy. Peter’s eyes flick from his hand to his face nervously a few times before he clears his throat.

“U-um...I..we...the prey isn’t supposed to leave the dish until the customer’s finished sir.” The quite voice finally says, breaking the silence. And god that rule only made his blood boil...still it wouldn’t be comfortable to sit in the tea but drinking it while the small thing was trapped in the mug?

“Well, that’s a shitty rule.” He states plainly cupping his hands around the mug. He wanted nothing more than to pluck the boy out of the drink and tuck him safely in his pocket but that’s not what he was here to do. Peter just shrugs, refusing to look him in the eyes. Well, that was something that wasn’t sitting well with him.

He takes a small breath in before gently tilting the boy’s chin up with the tip of his fingertip. Peter was chewing on his lip nervously, small hands resting nervously on his finger. He could feel the small thing shaking horribly, like a nervous little dog.

“Listen kid...I don’t want to be the bad guy here, and you have every right to feel terrified of me, but I don’t want you to be scared…So lets just chat for a bit before we get down to business hmm?

It was a painful few seconds but after a bit he gets a meek nod from the boy. It takes a few more minutes more before the boy even says anything, but he waits, his tail swishing behind him anxiously.

“I... I’m scared and..and disappointed in myself cause you’re...you’re Tony Stark and I really didn’t want to meet you like…this.” IT was brutally honest and made his entire being sink down to the floor. “Like what?” He prompts wanting to keep the boy talking. The silence seemed suffocating truthfully.

“Like food. You’re like one of the greatest mind in the world and m’ just here like...like a lemon slice.” The boy sounded like he was son the brink of tears now, the trembling back full force, enough to make a parental croon escape him. God he barely even knew the small thing and he was already pulling at things he wasn’t even aware he had.

“Kid, you’re not food. You’re just taking a job that you need and besides, I’ve been told you’re more fruity that citrusy.” He teases softly making sure to keep his tone light. Thankfully, it got an unsure smile from the boy and was enough to make him relax a tad. Maybe less food centric jokes and he could get the boy to trust him.

Another silence falls over them, Tony having to resist the urge to bring the mug up to his lips. He didn’t want to kill the small trust he had with this small boy. Unfortunately, his stomach decided to make its presence known by growling loudly. Peter’s eyes widen drastically flicking from his face to his middle nervously, small hands grasping the lip of the mug.

“Not yet.” He reassures immediately using the tip of a finger to lightly brush the boy’s hair from his face. Peter barely even flinched at the motion which he was automatically making down as a win. He didn’t want to just gulp the poor thing down, it seemed rude besides he was so young. He sighs softly leaning against the booth grimacing at the squeak the odd material let out.

“So..why don’t you tell me about yourself...ah if you want to at least, I’m more than happy to ramble if you like.” He would much rather have the boy feel safe enough to open up but that probably wouldn’t happen the first time...First time? When was this spot going to become his regular? When Peter didn’t answer, and he gave the kid a decent breath to do so he continued.

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Tony wasn’t sure how long he talked or about what all he talked about, but he was ale to coax a few giggles or smiles out of the otherwise mute boy. The mug was finally cooling down, or at least he felt like it was. As much as he would love to drag this out, he would need to swallow the kid down soon it couldn’t be comfortable to be sitting in cold tea like that.

“I hate to cut this party short but I’m sure you’re not exactly comfortable in there.” He says after a moment of silence. The crestfallen look the kid gave him was enough to make him feel like he had just stabbed a puppy in front of the kid. “I know I know I suck.” He sighs his shoulders slumping. There was no way he was drinking the tea while the kid was still inside, or when he had the small thing snugly tucked away. He tightens his grip around the mug hating at the panicked look he received.

“This is how it’s going to go alight? I’m not...the tea isn’t going with you, what I’m going to do is slip you inside. You can set the pace and everything. That seem fair?”

He didn’t get a verbal response exactly, but Peter seemed more at ease with how the whole thing had been explained. Still, he hated how much fear those eyes held when he was looked at. “I’m going to pick the cup up; I’ll go as smooth as possible.” With the warning out of the way he slowly lifted the ceramic up to his face, an odd feeling washing over him immediately. He had never felt such an odd feeling of protect before, well he had but this was different...more deep seeded. “Bottoms up, ey kid?” That got a small smile from the boy which was good enough for him.

He parts his lips slowly, resting his tongue over his fangs to avoid any mishaps. Last thing he wanted was to traumatize the boy even more and knick him on one. HE gently tips the cup towards his slightly open maw, tensing when he felt small hands brace themselves on his tongue. The green tea taste was there sure, but Peter’s taste was something entirely different, like a warm berry taste. Sweet, but not overly.

The muscle twitches eagerly under the boy but nothing happens other than a barely audible whine. That weird feeling surged inside his chest again, Tony needing to tense to keep from pulling the small thing fully into his maw. He couldn’t he knew that it would scare the kid and break the minimum trust they had going on. Instead, he crooned quietly back in response.

He wasn’t exactly able to see the boy, but he could feel some of the tension ease up. Soon the hands moved, and he felt the boy slowly start climbing more onto his tongue. The muscle twitches again as he waited for the form to fully settle and be supported before slowly puling the boy fully inside his mouth. He didn’t dare close his mouth not wanting to seal the boy into darkness so quickly.

Small hands poke around his mouth after a few seconds, the tense little body relaxing more and more as he got used to the area. He let the boy have free reign, only lightly poking him away from the fangs when he seemingly got too close.

When he nudged the kid the last time a small giggle escaped the boy. It was something he hadn’t expected to hear from Peter, well not this soon at least. The corners of his lips twitch up mischievously before he starts lapping at the boy and doing his best to target each ticklish spot on the small body. His reward was Peter downright squealing with laughter, thrashing around as he tried to avoid his ticklish fate. It was oddly cute.

After a moment he gave Peter a break, letting a soft chuckle out as the boy sprawled out on his tongue, breathing heavily, and letting a weak laugh occasionally. Much better than the reactions he was getting earlier. He gently pins the boy to the roof of his mouth, swallowing the excess saliva that had built up during their little tickle fight of sorts. Crap he hadn’t given Peter any warning. The boy was stiff again no doubt terrified again. He lets a frustrated sigh out and croons softly, doing his best to wrap the small body in a weird sort of hug.

“A-ah sir?”

Tony hums immediately in response, eager to finally be communicating with the boy even if it was just noises. He could feel tiny hands press into the muscle, hell he could practically see the nervous look on the boy’s face as he thought of his question or whatever he was about to say.

“…Thank you for...for being gentle and slow. I know this has to be really annoying...I really tried to be a good snack but its hard knowing what everyone likes and I’m...I’m just really scared of pissing the wrong person off.” Peter’s voice shook as he spoke, another croon rumbling in the demon’s chest. He hoped it soothed the boy rather frazzle his already frazzled nerves. There was a watery whimper, and a small pat in response to the noise. God this small thing was really tugging at his heart strings.

A warble comes out in response to the whimper, the demon closing his eyes as he focused on purring and holding the precious small thing safely in his jaws. It didn’t last very long but considering the boy was speaking he wasn’t going to argue.

“Sir...could...could you swallow me now I...” Peter trails off, a hint of embarrassment in his tone. “I wanna hear you talk to me again.” The kid mumbles this much quieter than the first bit and if Tony hadn’t been listening, he would’ve missed it.

That small little request made his being warm in ways he wasn’t aware he could feel warm. He chuckles softly nodding slowly. The boy squeaks at the moment, the feeling of small hands trying to find purchase or support making his heart, well reactor melt. He starts tilting his head back making sure that Peter was adjusting to the movement. He stops when he feels the kid’s feet hit the back of his throat. He pauses waiting to see the reaction he would get before he continued. Other than mild trembling there wasn’t a huge reaction.

He waited for a few seconds before letting a warning hum out and swallowing thickly. The feeling of the boy slipping into his throat was a new experience for sure but not and unwelcome one. It felt oddly right.

The demon wasn’t often able to remember his rampages and even then, he never exactly wanted to remember them but this- this was nice, almost pleasant even. He smiles slightly as he feels the boy slip past his collar bone then plop into his stomach. His hunger had never been satisfied in a way that made him feel...almost normal. He lets a pleased sigh out resting a hadn’t on his gut lost in the feeling for a moment until he felt Peter start pressing back.

“Ah...right you wanted me to continue rambling, didn’t you?” He teases softly, pointedly poking the weight that had settled against the front of his stomach. The weight moved at the poke sending an odd sensation through his body. Huh who knew smaller prey would be more satisfying.

Tony spent the next hour talking about random things, work, anything that really came to mind to sooth the boy’s nerves. A few minutes before his hour would up be realized that Peter’s breathing was deep and even. A warmth washes over him as he realizes that the small things had fallen asleep, with him. The idea was insane but still made him a tad smug he was able to make the boy feel safe enough to doze off.

He rests a hand over his middle with a soft grin before speaking in a soft whisper “I’ll see you tomorrow kiddo, hopefully you’ll be chattier.”

[peachysunrize]

Devil’s Doll ⥃ Mob boss!Aemond

Summary: no one can do anything when Aemond Targaryen sets his eye on a sweet girl and comes to the party with her on his arms, and those who dare to say an ill word will face his wrath with a bullet in their head.

Warnings: 18+ mdni! Smut, p in v, possessive & obsessive Aemond, mob/mafia au! Murder, creampie, Aemond is a sociopath simp for you, blood & gore, oral (F! Receiving), rough sex, Qoren Martell is an ass here, self defense murder, ztell me if I’ve missed anything. English isn’t my first language so if you’re not okay with that, simply ignore this post. if you don't wanna read dark content, block rue:darkcontent <3

Word count: 3.5k

a/n: babeeees! Hello and welcome back to another unhinged smutty one shot I have written! Hope this satisfies your needs for possessive Aemond🤭 please reblog and comment, it’s most appreciated🩷

A very special thank you to @targaryen-dynasty for beta-ing this piece!🩷🫂

In the world of crimes, Aemond Targaryen’s name is enough to make men shiver in fear. The ruthless nature of him has been the subject of many late-night stories in the past few years in the filthy streets of King’s Landing and beyond.

The one-eyed prince they call him. The infamous second son of Viserys the Coward has built an empire solely around one thing; blood and vengeance. 

After the murder of his fiance at the hands of his uncle, he became an untamed beast, bloodthirsty and hungry for revenge to the point that he became the god in the eyes of many — he wiped the streets off any man from his sister’s clan, ruled on the ashes of their bones and burnt flesh.

He thrived in the newfound power, he cherished it and greedily took more and more until there was nothing left more to take. Aemond Targaryen became the head of his clan with his loyal followers doing anything to please him and keep their heads attached to their necks.

So when he finds a new sweet girl at the local coffee shop he frequents, his emotions begin to cloud his judgment or heighten it in a way.

It starts innocently; a black coffee with dark chocolate on a daily basis, a sweet smile, and ‘Have a nice day, sir!’ Always ready for him. 

Sweet girl, he calls you when you bring him his order and brushes his fingers atop yours when you lean down to put his coffee on the table.

He looks, he observes, and he obsesses over your every move, every step you take, every inhale and exhale. He likes watching you.

The ruthless god of the criminal world has set his eye on his new prey.

You notice him, of course you do, because he wants you to know about him, he wants you to be as interested in him as he is in you. He loves how your lips move when you question his motives; sweet girl he calls you again, telling you how beautiful you look when you work and how he desperately wishes he could take you out on a date. But he can’t, not when his enemies are behind the corner, ready to strike where he is weak.

Yes, you are his weakness, and the one-eye god isn’t used to it, but for you… oh for you he would murder, he would let his bloodlust get the best of him and commit a massacre just to see a glimpse of your smile.

He catches you crying in the corner of the cafe, mouth agape as you stare at the man who was supposed to be your date for today, lying limp and lifeless with a bullet in his head.

Sweet girl, he calls you as he brushes your hair out of your face, you look like a doll, his doll, and oh, in the pit of your stomach you feel a strange warmth because of his heated gaze. He is smiling, he shouldn’t but he is, and you smile back, captivated by his nature, by his cruelty and devotion.

It feels like fresh air when you reach out to caress his dimples, how he has dreamed of your soft skin on his. The touch only makes him hungrier, a desire, a need to make you his, and he does that night. He takes you to your small apartment, giving you a pleasure like no other while you cling to him — sweet girl, my doll, he calls you, vowing in his head to protect you, and when he asks you why you do not feel disgusted by what he has done to that man, you reply:

“I’m sick of heroes. They ruin their loved ones to keep others safe. But a villain, my devil, you, will burn the city without letting a flame touch my skin.”

He is like your shadow from that day; following you around in the dark without you noticing, keeping his business up while he focuses on you. Sweet girl, he thinks, how you smile at those unworthy people, your smile should be his and his only.

The news spreads like fire; Aemond Targaryen has found a new plaything. As soon as those words fall from one of his men, others gasp and shriek, staring at the poor man’s head that has a hole carved with Aemond’s bullet.

Plaything they say, he scoffs at the thought. You are no plaything for him, you are his sun, his moon, the air to his lungs, you are fuel for his soul, and he wishes he could burn under you to show you how much you mean to him, to crumble into pieces and let you stomp over him while he basks in the glow of your face.

You are his doll, The Devil’s doll.

He knows how dangerous his world is, he understands it perfectly, and that’s why he nearly loses himself when he finds the door to your apartment ajar with muddy footprints leading to your bedroom.

He sees red when the scent of iron hits his nose; blood, he thinks. What has happened to you? He has never felt such a strong emotion before, not for his fiance or even his sister. Now, he is shaking with fury, his knuckles white from how hard he’s gripping the gun.

You leap into his arm as soon as you spot him in the doorway, letting the knife fall from your hands while you push yourself to him, clutching his shoulders while you sob.

He sighs in relief, holding you in his arms tighter than he has ever done before. You’re alright, his sweet girl, his doll. He listens to you intently, wiping off the tears that fall from your gorgeous eyes gently, oh you look just like a dream come true; your dress is covered in blood, a man you killed for defense lying on the floor beneath his boot.

He has never been more proud of anyone than he is of you.

He wants to show you off to the world, sick of all the hiding and lies behind the rumors spread by Rhaenyra’s clan. He needs to let everyone know how beautiful his doll is, and what a goddess he has in his arms.

He helps you get ready, keeping his hands all over your body while you try to put some clothes on, giggling and indulging him as he kisses your bare shoulders, groaning at the sight of you in black and red.

“Sweet girl, I have to be the luckiest man alive to have you as mine.” He whispers in your ear, eye narrow as he takes you in again, thinking about how he could be graced by your presence.

“And I the luckiest girl, my love. You make me feel so happy,” you reply, spraying your perfume on your neck and collarbones, and Aemond nearly moans as he takes your scent in.

“Fuck, you have to be a sorceress, I am bewitched by your beauty and smile. What have you done to me, doll? What spell have you put me under?” He attacks your neck with kisses, relishing in the small giggle you gift him.

“I’ve poured a potion in your coffee every day, to make sure your eye only sees me and no other girl.” You joke, turning around in his arms to give him a soft peck on the lips, mindful of your lipstick to leave no trace on his clean-shaven face.

“Don’t give me ideas, doll. I might do it just to keep you all to myself.” He grins, his dimples on display for you to kiss them, chuckling as you try to wipe the red stains off his face.

“Oh, I would love that. Please do, my love,” you match his smile, lopping your arms around his neck, “now, let’s go to this party. The sooner we go, the sooner we can leave and have our fun.”

“Anything for you, sweet girl.” He says, offering you his arm as you both walk towards the door, Aemond helping you down while you hold the long skirt of your dress in your hand, taking cautious steps to the car.

Criston nods at both of you and opens the door, waiting until the two of you are settled inside the car before he gets in himself and starts driving to the location.

Aemond was reluctant to attend this party, after all, it was hosted by one of the clans that were loyal to his sister, but his grandfather convinced him to go with Aegon and Daeron, but he declined and said he’d rather go alone with his doll.

You smile at him, caressing his ring-clattered fingers that are caressing your thigh gently, talking with Cole about what is expected of tonight; murder for sure, but he would rather not get caught up in the whirlwind of hatred he has for his sister and uncle, and most importantly, he needs to keep you safe from all the eyes of those hungry men.

The ride to the mansion is quick, and a sense of dread fills the two of you when your eyes meet. Aemond presses a kiss to your forehead to both calm himself and you before the car comes to a stop and he steps out, coming to your side and holding your hand to help you on your feet.

The moment you step inside the house, you are greeted by various couples, men, women, and people that you have no idea about. You keep your head high, squeezing Aemond’s arm as the two of you hide your discomfort behind a smile while everyone keeps staring at you.

“Targaryen,” someone calls Aemond behind you, “you honored me with coming tonight!” You both turn around, finding Mr. Tyrell and his wife and oldest daughter waiting to greet you.

“The honor is mine, sir,” Aemond shakes his hand, reaching to press a kiss to Mrs. Tyrell’s hand, “thank you for having us tonight. Let me introduce you to my girl,” he puts his large palm on your waist, gently pulling you closer to him as you shake and greet your hosts.

“You certainly have won yourself a prize, Aemond.”

“No prize is as beautiful as she is, I’m afraid.” Your lover says, pinching your waist playfully away from the eyes of the attendees, looking at you with nothing but adoration and unconditional devotion.

“You’re too kind, my love,” you smile, “Lady Tyrell, I would love to get to know you more.” Aemond nods at you gratefully, glad that he has discussed his plans for the party with you.

Aemond watches you being led away by the ladies, letting the smile fall from his lips as he gazes back at Tyrell himself, “I hope you have good reasons for wasting my time here.”

“I do, Mr. Targaryen. I wish to introduce you to Prince Martell from Dorne.” Tyrell says, pointing at a group of men who’re talking intensely. As soon as the two of them approach the group, they grow silent, waiting for Aemond to say something — their silence could be because of two things, either they respect him, or they’re terrified of him.

He hoped it was the latter, for with fear there comes blind respect and loyalty.

“Ah, Targaryen,” Prince Qoren Martell says, reaching to shake Aemond’s hand, “how wonderful to finally meet the One-Eyed God of the underground. Made yourself quite the name, huh?” Qoren smirks, already sensing how his words irritate Aemond.

Aemond shakes his hand back, tightening the hold he has on him, a ghost of a sinister smile forms on his face while he stares at the Dornish man with his indigo eye.

“Can’t say the same about you, Prince Qoren. What have you been doing all this time, not ruining the South, I hope?”

“You’re funny,” Qoren laughs, tapping Aemond on the shoulder, “Ah, I missed someone who’d challenged me over stupid things, kind of feels good to have a kid like you around.”

“Mind your words, Martell. He is no ordinary man, these silly little challenges will be the least of your concerns if he decides you’re not worth his time.” Barros Baratheon, ever the loyal dog of Aemond, speaks up, standing tall and proud next to him.

“Pft, please, I’m sure he knows I’m joking!” Qoren laughs nervously this time, “but… I don’t think your man isn’t doing great nowadays huh?”

“What do you mean?” Aemond asks, slapping Qoren’s hand away, “I wonder what has been said that makes you so full of yourself.”

“I don’t need to say a thing, look, your pretty plaything is coming,” Martell smirks as he eyes you up, watching the sway of your hips as you walk shyly towards Aemond, feeling a bit out of place due to all the looks on you.

“Eyes on me, Martell,” Aemond says through gritted teeth, anger swimming in his good eye as he watches the Dornish man look at you intently.

“Aemond…” he turns around at the sound of your voice, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Sweet girl—“

“Ah, it’s truly a shame that a beautiful girl like you wouldn’t reach anywhere with being a side chick for a Targaryen.” A deadly silence falls on the group, Aemond with his ever-rising temper looks at Qoren who hasn’t realized what he has truly said.

“Elaborate, Martell.” He hisses, reaching to pull you closer to him, covering your body mostly with his.

“You need a lady sooner or later, I doubt a woman from her status would be a good choice of a wife for you. You need someone stronger, with more connections, and a mind as sharp as you, not just a pretty whore to keep your bed warm,” Qoren shrugs, and a few men from his side laugh and agree with him.

Aemond presses his lips into a thin line, his fingers twitching in anger as he gazes at Qoren; he looks murderous, ready to pull his gun out and empty a bullet in that useless head of his — but he’s stopped by the sound of your sniffing.

He looks at you, his features softening immediately when he sees your teary eyes. He feels as if he’s about to die with a dagger in his good eye; the look on your face hurts him, burns his heart, and tears it into pieces. The string you’ve wrapped around him tightens and tightens until he cradles your smaller face in his hand, pressing a sweet kiss to your quivering lips before his eye turn black with madness.

He pushes you behind him, and in a second, the hall is filled with screams and shrieks of horror and bullets flying around, bodies of the men who dared to disrespect Aemond’s doll are falling on the floor next to his shoes one by one.

He feels you bury your head in his blazer, gasping at the sound of yet another bullet firing into someone’s head. Aemond doesn’t blink, not even once. His blood is pumping with the urge to showcase how much he’s willing to do to keep his sweet girl happy and content.

“Let this be a reminder to all of you,” his voice echoes in the hall, “whoever dares to say anything about my girl will face the same fate; death! Aemond Targaryen will go to a fucking war for his future wife!” With that, he holds his gun upwards to the ceiling, firing not one, not two, but nearly six bullets to make sure the hall is empty besides the corpses and the two of you.

“Aemond…”

“Shh,” he shushes you roughly, pressing his lips into a searing kiss to yours, groaning at the sweet taste of your lips. He adores losing himself in you; in your taste, in your scent, in every ounce of attention you give him. He feels blessed to even breathe the same air as you, but kissing you… his heart stops every time his lips meet yours, and now, with adrenaline and anger swirling in his veins, he wants nothing but to show you his devotion — even if it comes out as a rough fucking session while staring at the men he killed for you.

His trimmed nails dig into your sides, groaning at the feeling of you melting beneath his rough touch. Aemond is a man possessed with how he handles you, strong and confident while he finds the closest table and finally breaks the kiss.

He watches how your chest heaves with ragged breaths, lips swollen, and eyes wide and hazy with lust — the perfect picture of a goddess that he has been graced with.

He turns you around, pushing you on the table until you’re bending over, looking directly at the limp bodies on the floor drowning in their own blood. He hums as his fingers caress your spine before he strikes you on your ass, humming at the feeling of the weight of your flesh under his hand. 

He doesn’t have the will to wait anymore. He drops on his knees, pushing your dress up to your hips until he’s face to face with your bare pussy; wet and ready to be devoured. 

“Good girl,” he praises you for listening to him when he asked you earlier to not wear any underwear, “The most gorgeous cunt I’ve ever seen, prettiest girl, my doll.” He’s already drunk on your essence without even tasting it, that’s how much he adores you.

He moans at the same time as you do when he finally dives in, wrapping his thin lips around your buzzing clit as he devours and eats like a starved dog, caging your hips while he takes and takes and takes from you.

There’s not a thought in his head, empty and filled with nothing but an urge to show you how eager he is to please and protect you, your loyal dog he calls himself.

The One-Eyed God crumbles for a simple barista girl, and not a single soul dares to say a word, for if they say, they’ll experience his rage.

Aemond is quick and messy with how his tongue laps up your wetness, creating lewd sounds that have both of your hearts racing. His fingers join his tongue, filling you up slightly and giving you the friction you need, but you know him, the only way you can come is on his cock.

You whine in agony as he leaves you aching for more as soon as he feels you getting closer, but he doesn’t leave you waiting for too long. The sound of his zipper brings back your attention to him, and he chuckles in delight when he sees you wiggling yourself back to get some friction, to end this torture and gives into the temptation.

And he does; he aligns his painfully hard cock with your soaked entrance, pushing himself in with one smooth thrust that knocks the breath out of your lungs.

Long is gone the man he was a few seconds ago; he is on a mission now, fucking you until you tremble and fall from the edge of bliss, knowing it’s him pleasuring you, it’s him who will burn this blasted city for you.

“Oh, sweet girl, I’ll kill thousands of men if it means I get to be inside this sweet pussy—fuck-“ he groans, hands finding home on your hipbones as he quickens his pace, driving his cock in and out. Hard and fast.

The squelching sound that your wetness is making embarrasses you, and you hide your face in your arms while you squeal his name over and over again.

Your Devil has grown like ivy around your heart, covering the last untouched part of your souls that he had left untouched, and you love it, love being consumed by him.

He bends down over your back, hips snapping into yours roughly, filling you up with his length as the thick tip of him kisses your cervix while his teeth sink into your bare shoulder.

“Do you see the lengths I would go to protect you, sweet girl?” He whispers in your ear, licking your tear away with the tip of his tongue, “I will commit unspeakable crimes just to have you by my side.”

You nod at him, looping your arm around his neck to bring him down, and he compiles, bending further on your back to kiss you roughly.

Both of you are close; the knot in your stomach gets unbearable until it snaps and you moan loudly in his mouth, gushing around him as your legs shake.

He follows closely; his cock throbs deep within your core, and with one final rough thrust, he empties his balls inside you, coating your velvety walls with his thick cum, marking you as his once more.

You glance back at the corpses, smiling devilishly at how Qoren Martell’s empty eyes are still on you.

“Sweet girl,” Aemond says, “you’re untouchable now. Targaryen clan is yours to rule.”

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I made this list for myself and never planned to post it so..(there might be mistakes).. Hope it helps!! And please leave a comment/like/reblog or any reviews guys the writers should receive the appreciation they deserve (I'll be eventually adding more fics here) MINORS STRICTLY DNI

Fluff :-☁️

Angst :-🥀

Smut :-🔥

Crack :-🎃

Personal Favourite :- ✨

1. Blessing and a curse__☁️🎃✨ (college!au, magic!au, S2F2L) @btsmosphere

2. Home is where the heart is__☁️🥀(single mother, idol jm × idol reader) @bangtanfanfiction

3. Sky fell down in front of us__☁️🥀🎃✨(S2F2L,pinning) @army-author

4. Fleeting forevers__☁️ (neighbors!au & dystopian!au S2F2L). @threeletterslife

5. Into the spiritual realm__☁️🥀✨ (spirited away au, mystery, happy ending). @threeletterslife

6. Reset__☁️🥀🔥✨ (short-amnesia kinda jimin, college au, S2F2L). @dovechim

7. Lovely Demons__☁️🥀🔥✨(Fantasy , E2L, Princes of Hell! Jimin × Witch reader au) @kpopfanfictrash

8. Black Swan__☁️🥀✨ (Yandere, Cursed prince Jimin× princess reader, Obsession). @deepdarkdelights

9. Eternal sunlight__☁️🥀🔥✨(College AU, soulmate au, established relationship) @kidguk

10. First snow last kiss__☁️🥀 (architect!reader, exes to lovers). @taeshobipop

11. Porcelain__✨(Yandere, Obsession, Kidnapping, Murder, dark) @deepdarkdelights

12. Blooming days__☁️🥀🔥🎃✨ (Bf2L , college au) @bluekyun

13. Worshipers of the spring__☁️🥀🔥(GOD au) @jimlingss

14. Everything__☁️🥀🔥✨(supposed Arrange marriage AU, childhood friends/fiance's to lovers, coming of age au) @kpopfanfictrash

15. Nothing a Lil green can't fix__☁️🥀🎃✨ (Best friends au, satisfying ending, coming of age, slice of life au, bittersweet) @threeletterslife

16. Taboo attachment__☁️🎃✨ (Demon AU, contract marriage to lovers kinda). @kpopisthereasonihavenolife

17. Equinox__☁️✨(King of spring!Jimin x Queen of Winter!reader, pinning) @crystaljins

18. The tears of a rose__ ☁️🥀🔥🎃✨ ( archaeology major!jimin x business major! female! , adventure, college au, treasure hunt) @ebonyinktea

19. Reducto your ass__☁️🎃✨ (Hogwarts au). @bangtanfanfiction

20. Cry me a galaxy__☁️🥀✨(guardian angel jimin x reader) @army-author

21. I want to be with you __☁️🥀🔥✨(strangers (fan) to friends to lovers, idol jimin) @oddinary4bts

22. Running through the night__☁️🥀🔥🎃✨ (ballet instructor!jimin x art teacher!, fake dating AU, F2L). @sketchguk

23. Autumn leaves__☁️🎃✨(witch!jimin, witch!reader, arranged marriage au) @alilbihh

24. The duality of a man__☁️🎃(college au, project partner). @taesthetes

25. When the ice melts__☁️🥀🎃✨(ex skater jimin ×skater reader, figure skating au). @crystaljins

26. Sugar spice and everything nice__☁️🎃🔥✨(weak sperm jimin x witch! reader, crack smut mostly) @dovechim

27. Florezco__☁️🔥✨(Soft smut and softie jm, kinda learner jm × guide reader) @honeymoonjin

28. Cookies Charades__☁️🎃✨(Roommate to best friends to Lover, college au). @btsmakesmehappy

29. Bakery 1995__☁️🥀🎃✨ (baker!jimin, bakery cafe au, childhood friends-to-lovers ) @artaefact

30. Ephemera__☁️🥀✨(stranger/penpals to lovers kinda, tragedy). @akinnie75

31. Shadows in the graveyard__☁️🎃🔥✨ (supernatural, horror, established relationship, humour, halloween au). @minisugakoobies

32. The mansion__✨(Yandare jimin× married reader, horror, obsessive, supernatural , kidnapping). @darkestcorners

33. Touched by a fallen star__☁️🥀🔥✨(Prince jimin, fantasy, supernatural, slight smut, soulmate au?) @cutaepatootie

34. Fall like moondrops__☁️🥀🎃✨(Post college au, F2L, whipped jimin, pinning) @madbutgloriouspond

35. Hard to say__☁️🎃🔥✨( bestfriend to lovers, highschool au). @floralseokjin

36. Metanoia__☁️🎃✨(kinda Bad boy jimin , Hogwarts au). @taesthetes

37. Firelight__☁️🔥(Established relationship, camping au). @kpopfanfictrash

38. Prey for me__🔥🥀✨(Yandere, Vampire Jimin × human reader , Stalking, Obsession) @deepdarkdelights

39. Potions__☁️🥀🎃✨(Prince Jimin × Healer reader, royal au, pinning) @taleasnewastime

40. Finding home__☁️✨ (tea witch!reader, nonwitch! jimin , finding home) @snackhobi

41. Peach blossom__☁️🔥🎃✨ ( F2L, magic au + school au) @jinjikook

42. Lonely hearts club__☁️✨🎃( Hogwarts au, frenemies to lovers kinda, Slytherin jimin) @jaeminlore

43. Lonely__☁️🎃✨(Hogwarts au, gryffindor jimin × Slytherin reader). @btsinned

44. To love you__☁️🥀🔥✨(wanted outlaw jimin × Princess reader, fantasy) @alessiamalfoyzabini

[ceruleancattail]

I have thoughts about Nightfall Au Jade. Thoughts.

Tw: yandere, descriptions of torture

Him leaning against the floor, slender fingers setting up his rifle. Deft, quick movements, as his fingers curl around the trigger. He’s peering through the scope, carefully aligning the cross with his target.

It’s not the first time Jade’s sniped someone. Azul often has him on “jobs” to… silence people, without a fuss. Intimidation was a job better left to Floyd, who seems to delight in chasing down his prey.

Jade prefers to end things in one quick bite. A single, decisive blow. Of course, unless he has a personal agenda…

The guy trapped in his basement was still alive. Barely. Forced to breath from tubes of plastic, shoved hazardously into his skin. Body covered in scars, the pale glimmer of salt rubbed into each and every one. They shimmer slightly, red and sore, blood pulsing out in tiny beads of crimson. The putrid stench of ammonia hangs heavy in the air, the scent of a frightened animal.

He was one of the hooligans who found pleasure in wrecking your cafe after hours. Just one of the many troublemakers lurking around the Lantern. Jade took the initiative and took care of him, just for you.

Honestly, you should be grateful.

Yet you still regard him with a sense of suspicion. Glaring at him ever so coldly, whenever he patronises the Lantern. How it stings, sweetheart. You wound him, truly.

Part of him would love to show you what he does in your name. Would it disgust you? The amount of blood he spills in those sadistic games of his. Will you flinch when he calls your name? Holding a knife under your chin, gently gliding the blade up. Tracing the curve of your jawline, guiding your gaze upwards.

Upwards to his own.

Maybe there would be a steely gleam in your eyes. Defiance, a disgust to these antics of Jade’s. The very model of a dear, good citizen.

Or would there be a spark? A little light in your eyes, a sadistic gleam? Maybe you’ll even thank him for keeping out the riff-raff.

Would you kiss him out of gratitude? Jade hopes so.

Lost in his thoughts, Jade hums a melody. A little tune you always seem to whistle while waiting for the coffee to brew. He memorised it.

How could he not? Any note sounds exquisite from your lips.

Slowly, the cross inches towards your head. Jade leans to the right ever so slightly, making sure that he got just the right angle for a wonderful view of you.

Bobbing up and down, taking the order of a customer. Your lips curved into a small smile, a gentle expression.

How sweet.

Perhaps one day, you’ll smile like that for him, and him alone. One day.

For now, he’ll simply amuse himself with that stern grimace of yours. Jade will drop by later.

Do keep a cup warm for him, darling.

[gimmethatagustd]

venor (3) | kth + jjk

The barista at the university’s café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.

○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut

○ Word Count: 3,419

○ Warnings: None

○ Notes: Honestly, I feel sorry for Yoongi. He's doing his best 🫠

○ Post Date: February 18, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Cross-Post

○ What was Jai listening to? The series playlist

Biting his bottom lip, Jungkook stares at the text message’s timestamp from five minutes ago. He cups his phone in his hands to block anyone from peering at the screen and dims the screen’s brightness, just in case the predators standing in line with him get nosy.

He’s at the cafe. 

Obviously, he’s at the cafe. 

It’s a Sunday afternoon, and Jungkook has no idea if Taehyung works weekends, but he’s here at Venor Cafe, waiting in line between a lizard hybrid and a jaguar hybrid. This time, though, Jungkook came prepared. He’s wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt that falls past his butt. He used one of Yoongi’s hair ties to secure his ears and stuff them inside his bucket hat. Totally incognito. He could be a tiger, for all they know! 

The thing is, Jungkook genuinely needs some caffeine. He’s taking a break from studying with Yoongi in the music studios, and Venor Cafe is the coffee shop closest to campus that isn’t overpriced. The possibility of seeing Taehyung is an added bonus, just a tiny extra component to the self-care errand Jungkook was planning to run anyway. 

At least, that’s what he tells himself. 

There’s a little jitter to Jungkook’s movements as he approaches the counter. His wide eyes scan the employees, and his heart sinks when there’s not a single copper curl in sight. 

“Hello! Welcome to Venor Cafe; what would you like today?” the hybrid at the register greets. She’s a snow leopard with beautiful blue eyes and a spotted tail. 

Exhaling the air he’d been holding in, Jungkook rambles off his order without any mishaps. He even orders something for Yoongi, hoping it can be a sufficient apology for going against his hyung’s advice. It’s nice of Yoongi to be worried about Jungkook, but at this point, Jungkook thinks he has made it clear that he can take care of himself. Just look at him now! A prey in disguise. 

Despite the crowd that has gathered in the cafe, Jungkook receives his order fairly quickly. He lingers for a bit, folding napkins into the pockets of his sweatpants and unwrapping straws for both drinks he bought. Eventually, he runs out of things to keep himself busy and can no longer stall. 

“Um, excuse me?” Jungkook calls out from the side of the counter. 

The snow leopard hybrid looks up from the drink she’s preparing. “Yes?”

“Is, um, Taehyung working today?” 

“Who’s asking?” Her tone isn’t necessarily aggressive, but the downturn of her mouth and the wrinkles between her eyebrows match the defensive question. 

“Jungkook,” he replies, too caught off guard to know how else to answer but with the truth – even if Taehyung won’t even know who Jungkook is if his coworker mentions it to him later. 

After appraising Jungkook and likely deciding he doesn’t look like a threat, the snow leopard replies with a simple,

“No.” 

“Cool, cool. Um, thanks!”

Jungkook lifts the drinks and paper bag of mini donuts he’d bought with gratitude before ducking out of the cafe through the front doors. So much for fixing his bad first impression. Or was it his second? Third? At this point, Jungkook can’t keep track of all the failed opportunities to introduce himself to Taehyung as a normal person would.

Jungkook treks back to the library, balancing the drinks and snacks rather precariously through doors pushed by his hips and kicked open by his sneakers. He and Yoongi have reserved a study room similar to the one Jungkook often books with Suyun. Private study rooms are handy when he and Yoongi don’t feel like dealing with predators misusing the library space and treating it like a social hour.

Yoongi is curled up in the corner of the study room. He decided to forgo the table and sat on a beanbag he dragged from another room in the library. Jungkook thinks it’s typical cat behavior, though he doesn’t dare comment on it. Yoongi might not have claws, but his eyes shoot daggers.

“You went to the damn cafe, Jeon Jungkook.” Yoongi’s tail swats at the ground before flicking back up in the air.  

“I brought back snacks!” Jungkook hip-bumps the door to close it and plops on the floor with Yoongi, holding out the iced Americano he knows his friend will like. “A drink for you, a drink for me, and donuts to share. I’m an amazing roommate.”

“You’re a pain in my ass,” Yoongi complains around a mouthful of donuts.

“You love me.”

“Sometimes, Jungkook, I think you are a bit naive.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and gets up onto his knees to reach his laptop on the table. Careful not to knock anything over, he settles on the floor with his laptop on his thighs and his back leaning against the wall.

“Optimism and friendliness are different than naivety. You wouldn’t know because you’re a grumpy old man,” Jungkook points out as he pulls his hat off. When he finally unties his ears, he massages the base of each as they flop back into place, sore from being pulled backward at such an unnatural angle. 

Yoongi closes the book he’s reading and smacks Jungkook in the shoulder with it.

“Take that back.”

“No!”

“Hmph,” Yoongi grunts, sounding just as grumpy as Jungkook knows that he is.

The two hybrids are silent for a while, both focused on their studies. Jungkook is working on designing a mobile app for one of his classes— it’s a video game similar to the Pokemon games he would play on his GameBoy when he was younger. From the looks of it, Yoongi is reading a novel, though Jungkook isn’t sure if it’s for fun or for class. That’s always how it is with the creative types, he supposes.

“Well,” Yoongi says slowly after clearing his throat. It comes out stunted, a little awkward. “Did you see your tiger?”

Cheeks heating up, Jungkook slumps against the wall and shrugs his shoulders to his ears.

“I didn’t…”

“But?” Yoongi gives Jungkook a sidelong look.

“But… he’s kind of in one of my classes now, so I’ll see him on Tuesday…”

Bewildered, Yoongi sets his book down and turns to look at Jungkook. His tail smacks Jungkook’s leg and wraps around his ankle, though Jungkook doesn’t think Yoongi even realizes it due to how excitable he’s getting. Jungkook still doesn’t know why this is such a big deal.

“How is he in one of your classes?”

“Hyung, I’m trying to do my assignment.”

“How, Jungkook?”

With a sigh, Jungkook puts his laptop on the floor and shakes his leg free of Yoongi’s tail.

“I don’t know. He just showed up last week. My friend said sometimes predators get to take classes with prey if they want to overload their courses to graduate faster.”

Suyun is probably correct; she’s one of the most intelligent people Jungkook knows. Jungkook doesn’t mention that she was the one who told him, though. He doesn’t want Yoongi coming up with any ideas about Jungkook being friends with one of the only prey students dating a predator on their campus.

“Jungkook,” Yoongi gives him an exasperated look, “I’ve heard bad things about that specific group of predators that Taehyung hangs out with.”

The confession doesn’t sit right with Jungkook. It feels like Yoongi is overreacting, and it reminds him of his parents. So many prey hybrids let fear and paranoia dictate how they live and who they spend time with. Jungkook doesn’t want to be like that, not anymore.

“And where did you get this information?” he challenges with his arms crossed.

Yoongi waves his hand, gesturing all around them.

“Everyone knows this. It’s common knowledge. They’re shady, okay? Starting fights at parties, drugs, sleeping around, stuff like that.”

Jungkook has lived a sheltered life, but everything Yoongi lists sounds like typical college behavior — at least, what Jungkook has heard about predator college students. Maybe he is naive.

“I promise I won’t do any of that stuff, hyung,” Jungkook says with a tug of Yoongi’s ear. “I’m a good kid.”

Yoongi scowls and smacks at Jungkook’s hand.

“A nuisance is more like it. Now do your assignment.”

-

On Tuesday, Jungkook arrives at his class on time, not out of breath and not sweating through his clothes. He crosses through the double doors at the back of the lecture hall and eyes the tiered seating as other students shuffle down the aisles. There are plenty of seats available since class hasn’t started yet. Near the front of the room, Jungkook spots Suyun talking with another student. Jungkook would immediately head for the fold-down seat beside Suyun any other day. He’d pull out the adjustable desk attached to the seat and prep his notebook for the day’s lesson, maybe even get out his phone to record the audio in case he got distracted. Jungkook wouldn’t hesitate to go to his usual seat any other day. 

But today, Taehyung is on time.

The tiger hybrid sits in the back like he did the week prior. Again, Jungkook thinks Taehyung looks too big for the seat, his long legs and broad shoulders sticking out compared to the smaller frames of his prey classmates. His striped tail drapes over the armrest of the seat next to him, and his ears flick as Jungkook approaches him.

“Can I sit here?” Jungkook asks, the words nearly sticking in his throat. 

Setting down the pencil he’d been twirling between his fingers, Taehyung turns his head to look Jungkook up and down. The slow drag of his gaze makes Jungkook’s skin prickle. Taehyung’s sharp, feline eyes trigger Jungkook’s fight-or-flight response. It takes tensing his muscles for Jungkook not to bolt down the aisle and sit with Suyun instead.

Part of Jungkook knows that this is an instinctual response to being near a predator. He wonders if Suyun still feels this way about Jackson or if she has gotten used to him enough that her body doesn’t react like this anymore. 

An even tinier part of Jungkook thinks that, maybe, he kind of… likes it… 

The adrenaline is exciting, and the dangerous energy Taehyung gives off makes Jungkook feel wanted – in a way he never has before. 

Jungkook may be a bit naive, but he’s not stupid. He notices that Taehyung’s eyes linger on the smooth expanse of skin his shorts reveal. Jungkook silently thanks his morning self for picking a cute outfit for the day. He feels much better in cute jean shorts, a striped rugby shirt, and his artfully dirty white Converse than the usual athleisure he wears when he’s feeling lazy. Still, Taehyung’s predatory gaze makes Jungkook’s cheeks heat up, yet he refuses to look away when Taehyung’s feline eyes meet his again.

“Of course, bun,” Taehyung finally responds with a low purr that vibrates from his chest.

“Um, thanks!” A bit flustered by the unexpected use of the nickname in the middle of class, Jungkook quickly sits down beside Taehyung. 

Jungkook tries retrieving his notebook from his backpack, dropping it on the floor twice before finally getting his desk in order. He can feel Taehyung’s gaze while getting his phone out to prepare the audio recording. A text message from Suyun is the first thing that pops up on his phone screen, and he sincerely hopes Taehyung doesn’t see it because it’s a complaint from Suyun about Jungkook ditching her for a predator.

Digging around in his backpack, Jungkook’s fingers scrape the bottom and find his back empty aside from his tablet and a binder. He’d been so worried about getting to class on time that he forgot his little sparkly gold zipper bag that carries his pencils and pens. This is what he gets for being old school and enjoying a break from electronics in his courses that aren’t for his major. 

With a sigh, Jungkook leans back in his seat and weighs the pros and cons of asking Taehyung for something to write with or just using his laptop to take notes like most other students. He doesn’t have to worry about it for long before Taehyung decides for him. 

“Need one of these, bun?” Taehyung whispers close to Jungkook’s ear, his breath tickling his neck from Taehyung leaning in. 

With a shiver, Jungkook gently takes the pen Taehyung offers. It’s lightweight but smooth and inky, satisfyingly gliding across the page of Jungkook’s notebook. 

“This is a nice pen,” Jungkook whispers back and feels silly for complimenting Taehyung’s pen. 

Taehyung winks at Jungkook with a low chuckle before returning his focus to their professor. 

Jungkook tries not to show how flustered he is, but he’s sure his scent sweetens with how embarrassed and nervous Taehyung makes him. 

Unfortunately, class passes the same as it had last time– with Jungkook daydreaming about Taehyung and all the questions he has for him, and Taehyung being such a diligent student that Jungkook never catches him looking his way. Whatever Suyun said about Taehyung watching him must have been a figment of her imagination because Jungkook is positive he would notice if it was true. 

Jungkook notices everything. 

Taehyung’s fuzzy ears flick every time Jungkook shifts in his seat. He switches hands to write halfway through the lecture, perhaps because one of them got tired.  His scent spikes closer to the end of class, that soothing smell of summer rain that makes Jungkook tingly all over. 

It should be embarrassing how much time Jungkook spends thinking about the predator beside him and not what his professor is teaching, but it’s not his fault Taehyung is so alluring. 

“And as a reminder,” Professor Jung raises his voice in anticipation of the noisy buzz that comes with the end of class as students pack up, “We’ll be choosing final project topics soon, so please don’t let that fall by the wayside.” 

Jungkook has definitely let his project ideas fall by the wayside. It’s fine; he performs well under pressure. 

Catching Suyun’s eye across the room, Jungkook sends a silent prayer that she doesn’t come charging up to him with Taehyung still in his seat. He tries subtly shaking his head at her, but he’s not sure his point gets across. 

“Thanks, by the way.” Jungkook holds out the pen, but Taehyung doesn’t even look at it. 

“Keep it.” 

“But,” Jungkook watches Taehyung pack up his backpack, “It’s yours.” 

“And now it’s yours.” 

“But I don’t need it.” 

Wearing a lazy grin, Taehyung grips the edge of Jungkook’s desk and leans in slightly, even as Jungkook subconsciously leans back. 

“Y’know,” Taehyung begins with a lick of his bottom lip. When the grin returns, Taehyung reveals sharp canines that extend slightly further than the rest of his teeth. “I heard you missed me over the weekend, Jungkook.” 

Before Jungkook’s cheeks even flush a deep pink, Taehyung is already pushing himself up to stand at full height. He gives Jungkook one last look and slips past him down the row of seats, never leaving Jungkook’s sight until he’s through the classroom’s double doors. 

“What the hell was that?” Suyun is on Jungkook with a quickness, her large, rounded ears sticking up out of her straight hair. 

Jungkook exhales slowly. “I… don’t know?” 

Gathering his notebook and Taehyung’s pen, Jungkook almost misses the slip of paper folded in half and teetering on the edge of his desk. It’s intentionally folded and perfectly aligned at the edges, and the paper looks different than that of Jungkook’s notebook.

He doesn’t mean to be secretive, but Jungkook twists in his seat to hide the note when he opens it. Suyun is trustworthy; there’s no questioning that. Still, Jungkook wants to have the chance to process whatever this note is before he shares it with anyone else. 

It’s a good call, considering what’s scrawled on the inside in small, messy lines. 

vante95 2 pm Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays  10 am Saturdays

Jungkook refolds the paper and shoves it in his pocket. His entire face burns like a summer wildfire. He can barely stand up without tripping over himself, and he slings his backpack over his shoulder with shaking hands. 

Taehyung gave him his KakaoTalk and work schedule. 

Taehyung essentially invited Jungkook to text him and visit him at work. 

Jungkook thinks he might be sick from how nervous he suddenly feels. 

“Earth to Jungkookie,” Suyun shoves Jungkook in the arm as they go about their typical routine of walking to the library after class to study. “What is going on with you and that tiger, huh? You’ve been acting so weird the last week.” 

Chewing his bottom lip, Jungkook contemplates how to answer Suyun’s questions. He opts for the truth, spilling his little no-so-secret infatuation with the predator in hushed whispers as they cross the main quad in front of the library. 

“Do you think I should text him?” Jungkook holds the wrinkled note out for Suyun to read. A curious smile brightens her face, exposing her cute buck teeth. 

“Oh my gosh, yes. He’s so cute, Jungkook! Don’t believe all that silly stuff about predators being bad. They’re not all so terrible,” Suyun urges. 

If anyone knows what it’s like to trust a predator, it would be Suyun. Her encouragement is all the permission Jungkook needs to open the app on his phone and type in Taehyung’s KakaoTalk ID. 

Jungkook doesn’t know why he expects an immediate response; he already knows Taehyung has work right now. Still, he feels disappointment sink like a rock in his gut after five minutes pass and his message is still unread. Should he have waited to text him? Does it seem desperate to send him a message so quickly after receiving his contact info? 

Trying to pull himself together, he gets settled in a study room with Suyun and puts his phone on Do Not Disturb. He may be determined to get to know the mysterious tiger hybrid, but school will always come first. 

Suyun stands at the whiteboard, which takes up an entire wall. She works diligently to draw diagrams of something chemistry-related that Jungkook doesn’t understand– many lines connecting hexagons and acronyms he doesn’t recognize. Jungkook may be studying science, but not that kind of science. 

“So,” Suyun asks as she writes mathematical equations in pink marker that look more confusing than the hieroglyphs they were just studying, “Do you like going here better than your other school?” 

“I do, but I think it’s a lot harder here. I feel like all I do is study.” 

Suyun laughs and smiles over her shoulder at Jungkook. 

“I totally get that. We need to do something fun, maybe go clubbing. I could see if Jackson’s friends are throwing any house parties. I feel like there’s usually a few of them right before finals, as like, a morale boost.” 

“I’ve never actually been to a party…” Jungkook admits quietly, though rather than embarrassment, he feels giddiness at the prospect of experiencing another new college experience he was previously denied. 

Suyun whips around and accidentally flings her marker across the room. Giggling, Jungkook gets up to search for the marker.

“Oh my gosh, Jeon Jungkook, we are going to a party. What else haven’t you done? I need to pop your cherry.” 

“What!” Jungkook nearly shrieks. The shock of her statement makes Jungkook mess up his throw, and he ends up nearly chucking the marker in Suyun’s face. 

“Sorry, that came out wrong. I’m not, like, trying to take your virginity. Is that what you thought?” 

Jungkook hides behind his laptop once he returns to his seat. He’s not ready to admit that, yes, he is a virgin. Admitting that usually gets him weird stares and inappropriate comments. One time, an old friend of Jungkook’s said he “screamed virgin”– whatever that means!

“Maybe we can start with a house party and go from there…” Jungkook offers with a suspicious look thrown at Suyun’s back. Maybe dating a predator has had an impact on the mouse hybrid, who otherwise should be naturally timid and prudish. 

“Sure, sure. I’ll text Jackson right now. We’ll have all week to figure everything out.” 

When Suyun reaches for her phone, Jungkook impulsively checks his as well. His heart leaps into his throat, and his palms sweat when he checks the notifications he’d silenced during their study session. 

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[asamary]

I was rambling about what dogday would look in luminous au, while feathers slept.

And i thought, what if, the critters have like a human disguise, so they could hide in plainsight. And would sometimes lure people to their cabin to have their human feast :)

Most of the critters have different methods to hunt their prey like,

Hoopy likes to chase her prey in the woods. jumping from tree to tree or on the ground right behind her food. And in her human disguise, she is seen as a very hyper person, and very competitive when playing with some people(or the critters)how she hunts in her human form is pretty straight forward, she hunts the rumbustious people that come near the woods by acting as a lonely rabbit, practically luring her victim to their maze like forest. Where the fun begins.

Bubba is the one mostly using his human form, loves drinking coffee in some cafes and reading books. When he is on the hunt, he drugs his victims, and brings them to the basement in their cabin, at those times the critters leave to wander the woods, annoyed or scared by the loud screams and laughter coming from the basement.

Kicken being the cool dude, loves to get attentions, is mostly out impressing them girls(if ya know what i mean:)) in his human form. And when he hunts he mostly tags along with hoppy, being a watcher from the tress, if a prey ever escape, he's there to snatch them back.

Crafty barely uses her human form, as she is always at their cabin mostly painting or drawing. Bubba is the one buying her tools and paints when she runs out. But, there is a specific red that she always wants, human red. Sometimes bubba's victim's blood is used, or when she is outside the cabin, she search for poor souls, unfortunate enough to be in their woods.

Picky is always seen in food stands with multiple food in her hands, bubba is always there to stop her from going to get more even when she still has her hands full of foods. She is the butcher of the critters, and humans that is given to her is sliced and dice to look like normal meat, and is store in their cooler. For future use.

Bobby loves to make connection with people, she loves to get touchy with most people, and on midnight, where there is no people left, she hugs her victim one last time. To the point where their ribs break having an agonizing death. She remembers every victim she kills, and she always say she loved every, single, one of them.

Catnap doesn't like using his human form, but when his god orders him to kill some certain people, he will obey. He only comes out at night, mostly stalking his prey. He loves using his red gas to play with his victims, making them more terrified of him. He also love playing hide and seek with his victims.

Dogday is the only one who tries to help the victims escape(good or bad, he doesn't really know)because of this, his hands and legs are bound. Giving him less movements to guide the victims. But even he isn't safe, there are mini critters sleeping inside him. If the victim makes a bad move like, shouting at dogday, or shoving him, they will wake up. And they too are very hungry. So, sucks to be you then. Your gonna be eaten while your still alive.

The critters have a difficult relationships with each other, they love dogday, but him interfering in their hunts is irritating to them,(but they kinda got used to it. )

I got their design, but i wanna make the human design too. Here have dogday :))

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Stranger Danger! [Entry #1]

HEADCANON

PAIRING: Dark!Modern!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader [Modern AU]

WORDS: 3,049.

SUMMARY: Moving into a desolate, small-town suburb, you would think the risks of finding yourself in "peril" are close to none. And yet, how could you not have been more wrong...

WARNINGS: stalker!Aegon/stalking tendencies mentioned, posessive!Aegon, mentions of kidnapping, slight BDSM (spanking), Daddy kink, slight dub-con, swearing.

A/N - he literally took over my soul & there’s no going back now. when I tell you this took me forever, 4 fucking days... NO IDEA WHY I JUST KEPT GOING. ANYWAYS I had to split this HC up, because I wrote too much! So here is the first part, nearly completed the next :) hope ya'll enjoy xox

A small, simple town, nonetheless, it would suffice for you. It was inevitable that newcomers would mingle with most of the residents in a day or two, you had been advised upon your relocation.

Your case was no exception: withdrawn from your previous livelihood in the city, you wished to escape to the serenity a desolate, small-town could offer.

That was where you'd meet, Aegon... Just, Aegon [as he had ambiguously introduced himself].

Working in a minor, stuffy bookstore/cafe, many of the local townspeople often visited or dined, in which is where Aegon was introduced to you.

At first, he would dare not to approach you, though rather seek in the comfort of lurking in the noisy, bustling background as his younger brothers or sister would heroically order in his steed.

Like a dangerously ravenous predator prowling at its innocent, mindless prey, he watched you closely. Your precise movements, your ever so often-changing facial expressions, your disciplined mannerisms, your light-hearted voice. Every fine detail he saturated his senses completely, soaking himself in your vicinity, in your divine presence.

Surmising that you were a sweet, honest little thing: he fathomed and relished in the notion that you were incorrupt, all for his undoing. He'd never seen the likes of you before, and was frustrated with himself that he hadn't ever clocked you.

Aegon would often grow impatient with himself, as he observed other males conversing with you, knowing their true, carnal intentions... It made his blood boil, and yet you paid no mind, he was comforted by this, although knew his time was wearing thin.

He would eventually start to visit you every chance he could cease, even in the absence of his younger siblings. Finally building the courage to converse with you, even if it was short, simple-minded banter as you politely took his order, your voice, its tone sounded like decadent, pure honey to his ears.

He was madly obsessed with everything about you.

You could not deny on your part either: Aegon was quite handsome, with his doe, lilac eyes that enraptured you, his soft facial structure, yet also formidable. The contrast of his pale, silver hair against his fair skin, was unearthly. And Gods, did he love to listen to you. He made you feel utterly giddy, often blurting out random, cringe remarks, feeling your cheeks flash hot with blush.

Nonetheless, he continued to return to the store, coincidentally whenever you were scheduled for a shift.

Eventually, Aegon grew tempted to follow you after hours, desperate to seek you in your travels back to your humble abode. He often waited in the distance, as you closed and departed from work late in the evenings, all by your lonesome.

He'd convinced himself he was doing you a favour... Gods forbid, someone tried to attack you, he'd be your saviour, like some damsel in distress. He was being harmless otherwise.

As he fell more comfortable in this consuming routine, compulsively following you home, often making up incessant lies and pathetic excuses for his absence from home: found solace in watching you through your apartment window.

Whether it was watching you do your laundry, making a simple dinner, or prepping for bed as you'd read a book, he grew infatuated with your wholesomeness.

Although, earning even more luck, he'd caught a glimpse of another side of you, a much, much more titillating side. Attentively observing you, how eagerly your fingers ventured between your thighs, as your hips bucked forward, back arching and convulsing in swift motions. The circular shapes of your mouth, he could only imagine the lewd sounds echoing from your lips. He found himself moments later, stroking his own cock, desperately aching for pleasure and release, as he envisioned himself being the reason for your excitement.

All this entertainment however, came to an abrupt end, when Aegon found you bringing some random, strange man into the confinements of your home.

He was livid beyond words: fists clenching firmly on his steering wheel, his knuckles whitened even more against his pale skin, his jaw tense as he spied on the two of you, the way you'd laugh and grip at the man's arm. He could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

Much to his infuriated relief, nothing escalated beyond the red wine you'd generously shared. After being certain the man was completely gone, and you safe and sound in bed, he knew he had to make some sort of a move. He was adamant in avoiding this situation from repeating itself all over again, or worse...

The notion of another man taking you all for himself, was enough motive to set his plans to motion.

How it happened and how Aegon had panned it out, was all a blur initially.

You'd recognised him instantly as he slowly pulled up along the kerbside, pulling his frosted window down, as you were walking back from work. His familiar, tender smile was heart-warming in contrast to the dim, winter weather and cloudy, light sprinkle that had been hazing the day since the mane.

"You poor thing, you'll catch a cold if you wander about in this weather. I can drop you off, if you would like?"

At first you remained reluctant, out of consideration: not wanting to intervene in Aegon's plans for the day. Your meek attempts at refusing his offer however, failed, for he remained persistent.

"I don't mind at all. I have no plans or commitments, I swear it...Please, it-it's the least I can do after all."

Defeatedly you succumb to his offer, although a partial side of you is grateful that you have a reason to be out of the cold weather. Aegon leans over towards the front passenger seat, opening the door for you, like a true gentleman. You were convinced he was the only gentlemen in the town, with how chivalrous he was towards you.

As the journey began, you'd disclosed your address to Aegon, who immediately knew the directions [since having grown up here]. Although, taking a wrong turn, you initially acknowledged it at first, laughing it off. Yet, another wrong turn...

"A-Aeg, you took the wrong turn-" Glancing over towards him, that familiar, heart-felt smile began to fade as his face turned rigid to stone. Stern and stoic in his expression, he turns to look over at you with a threatening, dark tinge, before uttering the chilling, final words you would hear for the last time out in the open...

"You made me do this."

Memory hazy, you could only vaguely reminisce the moment a wet, white cloth was shoved towards your face before the darkness had closed in.

You awoke in a dingy, empty yet neatly structured basement, solid brick walls and metallic pipes enclosing the sturdy foundation of the architecture, where dense, black padding foamed across the walls and ceilings. Your breath was heavy, yet mouth taped and your movements restricted, only noticing the tight restraints around your wrists, digging into your soft flesh. Your cries muffled loudly, feeling the hot tears streaking down.

Eventually a part of the ceiling where stairs rose towards had opened suddenly, and cautiously, Aegon entered, a beaming smile across his face.

Approaching you carefully, as though you were some kind of hurt, defenceless animal that he dared not to frighten nor startle, he bespoke some "rules": no screaming, no fighting back, no disobeying and no running, under any circumstances.

"Try any of those and your punishment will be severe, understood Y/N?"

Internally, your mind raced a million thoughts incoherent to his words and yet you remained blank. Sensing the adrenaline beginning to surge intensely through your body, as Aegon began to untie the restraints, you felt yourself lunge forwards towards the steps, yet something had firmly tugged you back, causing you to grow unsteady on your feet, falling to the crowd. Met with darkness once more, your memory clouded the second time you awoke.

"What did I say? Look at what you made me do, Princess.... I told you NOT to run, didn't I? What did Daddy say, huh?"

Your head immensely throbbing with a dull pain, it took you a few seconds to settle, before realising that familiar feeling of the restraints and tight concealment of your mouth forcibly shut. Aegon's hand gripped at your jaw tightly, pulling your attention unto him, as he attempted to calm you down.

"You made Daddy hurt you... I never want to hurt you again, baby. I only want take care of you, okay?"

"Wh-What did you do A-Aeg? Wh-What have you done?"

"Only taken back what is mine."

You withdraw and grimace at his gentle touch, as he cleans your bloodied scar across your forehead, before softly applying a bandage. The faint, proud smile produced on his face as he admires his work, before his eyes linger over yours once more, the smile fades again.

"Do not think that your little defiance won't go unpunished... Daddy always commits to his word, sweet thing. You will eventually come to know this. I am in charge, you will respect this or learn the hard fucking way."

Aegon suddenly departs that very moment, leaving you lonesome to cry inconsolably for God knows how long: ignorant to the notion of time now, it felt like hours as you weakly pondered over your destitute thoughts, wondering if anyone cared enough to know or realise of your abrupt disappearance to send for help... Yet again, you were scarcely known in the neighbourhood, people barely recalled your name correctly, had you not worn your employee name badge.

Feeling your reddened, puffy eyes slowly succumbing to sleep, you had awoken instantly by the sound of the ceiling door opening suddenly, to Aegon's heavy footsteps etching down.

Without an exchange of a word, Aegon pulled a chair right in front of where you crawled up and sat, before slapping at his thigh, harshly gesturing for you to sit atop.

"Bend and lay over my lap, now-"

Not wanting to add fuel to the fire that ignited from within Aegon, you dared not to disobey. The dark, forbidding look in his lilac eyes, that you once fawned for, now frightened you into compliance. The feeling of your tense body relaxing over his sturdy, meaty thighs, you found more comfort over than the stony cold floor you sat upon for hours ago.

Without a warning, Aegon's rough palm came striking down hard against the naked flesh of your ass cheeks.

"10 spankings for my naughty girl, cause for 10 seconds she tried to run away from me-"

"2 slaps- 3 slaps-"

Reciting each total, and the shrieking cries from your behalf echoed across the empty room, feeling the skin of your ass growing number by the minute, your hands instinctively gripped at the flesh of Aegon's thighs for support. Your mouth pressing down against its side, to muffle the cries more.

"6 slaps- 7 slaps-"

"Sweet heart thought she could get away? What does she think, that Daddy will let her go that easily? I promise I'll take care of you- 8 slaps- I'll feed you, nurture you- 9 slaps- I will love you."

The final stroke stung sharply, your skin burning with the heat of the friction, it was definite Aegon took the silence to admire his handprint over your bare skin, a stifled chuckle escaping his growling laugh.

Guiding you to sit upright on his lap, you felt tense and immense discomfort as you hovered over. Tears streaming down your scarlet, tender cheek, Aegon stroked each fallen drop across your sobbing face, cooing you in his lap, as one free hand soothed at your back and the other gently squeezed at your thigh.

"Promise me, Princess... Promise me you'll never leave me. I'm the only one that can take care of you, protect you and love you. Mark my words."

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Once Upon a Time 9

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Andy Barber

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You pass the cafe with the fleeting mournful thought of a coffee. You don’t mind something warm to see you home but you won’t risk venturing inside. You’re determined to stick to a direct route but inconsistent route. You can’t afford to be predictable against someone quite the opposite.

You’re headed back to Aunt Jo’s. The thought of being alone is terrifying. The train comforts you as you find it crowded and cramped. Typically, you can’t stand the claustrophobic crush but today, it’s your shield.

You try not to think of him. It’s impossible. He lurks just over your shoulder, around every corner, and even in the back of your mind. You keep telling yourself that whatever he’s up to with Chelsea is the end of it but you just can’t believe that. It only makes you worry even more; not just for yourself but for her. She might not be the friendliest but he’s preying on her nonetheless.

You shudder and rub your hand together inside your mittens. You peer around the traincar again. The route piques your nostalgia. You used to come this way every day when you were still living in your aunt’s guest room. When you were still slogging your way through your post-secondary slump.

Your body goes on auto-pilot as the robotic voice proclaims your stop over the chatter. You get off and walk along the platform, climbing up to ground level. You pause at the top of the stairs, peeking up and down the street. You can’t do that, you can’t just sink back into what’s comfortable. You can’t let your guard down.

You gulp and tuck your chin down but keep your head back. You let the snow kiss your cheeks as you keep watch over your shoulder. It’s a long shot that he’d follow you on the train but you can’t be too safe. 

The more you think about the last few weeks, the more your ears burn with paranoia. He wasn’t subtle, you were just stupid. You put yourself in danger for your own denial. Of not wanting to deal with the what if.

You reach your aunt’s street and dip down around the park. There’s no trace of a stalker behind you but you take the redundant path in an attempt to shake your unseen shadow. He could be there. How many times had he been before and you didn’t notice?

You let yourself into your aunt’s house, the brass knocker bouncing loudly as you swing shut the door a little harsher than you mean to. You twist the long and blow out a shaky breath. It’s good to be there. 

You put your bag on the low bench beneath the mounted hooks. You kick your boots onto the mat and hang your coat above. You swipe up your purse and stop in the archway that looks into the front room. You back up and turn to stare at the leather boots beside your aunt’s bright red uggs.

The house is quiet. Eerily so. You don’t know how you didn’t notice earlier. Whenever you walk into your aunt’s, there’s something going on. The television, the radio, or her neighbours arguing over the backgammon board.

You tiptoe across the room. You don’t hear anything. You look into the kitchen and find the stove on, the scent of something cooking within roiling from the dark glass window. She must be here, the light’s are all on and there’s still chopping undone on the cutting board.

A sudden clang makes you jump. You hurry down the hall as your heart leaps into your throat. You turn down the basement stairs, following the bend down to the lower floor. You see your aunt’s spirally silver hair straggling to her plaid flannel shirt as he rests a hand on the furnace.

To your horror, she’s not alone. You could’ve predicted this twist yourself as if out of some twisted thriller. Andy is on one knee as he reaches behind the metal door that opens into the underbelly of the furnace. He leans back on his toe as he straightens his shoulders and shuts the door.

“That should fix the problem,” he grunts as he puts his hand on the painted brick and hauls himself to his feet, “if it doesn’t, I’ll pay for the professional.”

He chuckles as Aunt Jo shakes her head. You stand paralysed, your hand gripping the railing, as you gape at the scene. He claps your aunt’s shoulder and smirks, his eyes slowly skimming over to you.

“I’ll pay you back first,” Jo insists, “stay for dinner.”

“I can’t,” Andy turns back to her, “got a lot of work to do still. Maybe next time.”

“Next time,” she harrumphs, “I’ll hold you to that.”

She crosses her arms and swivels, smiling at you as her face brightens, “there she is. My niece,” she nods at you, “didn’t hear you come in, hon. This is the new neighbour.”

“New neighbour?” You mutter.

“Andy,” she supplies before she gives your name, “didn’t you see the sign on Bernice’s lawn? She’s moving closer to her grands.”

“Oh,” you blink, biting down to keep a scream from breaking through.

“Ah,” Andy winces and reaches into his jacket. He looks at his phone and sighs, “that’s the girlfriend, just in time,” his eyes flick up as his brows arch, “can’t keep her waiting.”

“Yeah, yeah, enough excuses,” your aunt chides, “I get it. Once you’re settled, you’re gonna try some of my famous lasagne.”

“Really, I’d love to,” he assures her, “I miss a home cooked meal.”

“Miss it? What about the girlfriend?” Your aunt asks.

“Eh, she’s not really the type,” he shrugs, “she wants to go out,” he wiggles his phone in his hand. “So, I’ll have to find somewhere with a table.”

“Alright, alright, let me see ya out,” he points him towards you, “Lucas likes to sneak out with visitors.”

You shift away from the stairs, speechless as you watch your aunt trail Andy. He glances over as he passes and his cheek dimples as he winks. Your lips part as you can only stand there dumbly.

First Chelsea, now your aunt, you understand exactly what he’s saying. He will be around whether you want him to be or not. These are not coincidences, these are very clear, very loud promises.

No, they are threats.

[mulloey]

the new girl • ateez

ateez gets a new pet

warnings: bdsm au. dom!ateez, sub!reader, use of bdsm terms but they’re not hard to figure out, more experienced ateez, rewards and punishments, bdsm training, impact play, pet play, praise and degradation, cocky & patronising ateez, implied bisexual reader, orders, naked female & clothed males, finger blasting, anal play, oral (f receiving), mouth fucking (with fingers), voyeurist ateez at times, taking turns, no penetrative sex. everything you’d expect from a bdsm au tbh

A few days ago you could never have pictured yourself in this situation, or any like it, for that matter. But here you are, in a private room of a bar in Gangnam with eight men who seem genuinely interested in making you their submissive. How their even knew you were into that kind of thing is a mystery — or would be a mystery, were it not for your smug looking best friend behind the bar who’s been talking for months about setting you up with some of the people who patronise these rooms and make little secret (to the staff, at least) of what they use them for. But to your friend’s credit, she’s managed to pick, out of what you’re sure has to be scores of creeps and weirdos, eight extremely attractive, extremely interested men.

“We usually find our partners through matching sites and meet them here for the first time,” they’d explained, “but we’ve been out of luck recently, so we thought we’d try to find someone the old fashioned way. And when your friend behind the bar told us what a natural submissive you are, we knew we had to meet you for ourselves.”

You’d blushed at that, both at their words and the fact that your friend had so wantonly offered you up like that. But it’s true that you’re naturally submissive, and she has reason to know it; in college you’d done casual scenes a few times with her, and though you never ventured much further than whips and chains and yes ma’ams, the little you had explored was enough to show you and her just how submissive you are, and want to be. And if she trusts these strange men, who surround you like predators and stare at you like prey, then so do you.

They seem to have heard the stories too, of just how easily you’d caved when she praised you or ordered you around, and they definitely seem to like those stories. And even though you’re essentially being interrogated for your suitability as what some would call a sex slave, you feel comfortable and at ease with them, which you didn’t even know was possible in a scenario like this. So when they ask if you’d like to meet again to explore this further, you don’t even bother to blame the wine for how quickly you agree.

They offer to squeeze you into their cars to drive you home but you decline, insisting it’s not worth the trouble. With a half-joking you won’t be ordering us around for much longer they call you a cab, bidding you farewell with a quick hug each. The leader, Hongjoong, adds his contact to your phone and slips a black business card into your back pocket.

“I’ll see you soon, puppy,” he smiles.

Over the next few weeks you text and call back and forth with the men. They’re kind, unexpectedly patient and gentle considering the type of relationship you’re quickly moving towards with them. In just your luck, their schedules take them out of the country two days after your first meeting, and by the time they’re back and have enough time off to give you the attention they want to, you’ve known them for a couple of months, and like them, you’re impatient to start.

But ever the careful and responsible dominants, they insist on a few more in-person meetings with each individual member — “for your safety, puppy, and ours,” they say — before you finally get the call you’ve been waiting for.

“Hi, honey,” Hongjoong greets. “Are you ready to start?”

——————

Days later, you meet them again in a cafe in Gangnam. It’s a pretty unique set-up for a cafe, a little darker and more ambient than most, but it suits the purpose of your meeting well. You spot them quickly, huddled around a table in the far corner of the room and they see you too, waving you over. It’s only four of them, you note, not the eight you’d met the last time. They stand to allow you the choice of where to sit and you choose a seat at the edge. You know them fairly well and have no doubts of their intentions, but you know you’ll feel more at-ease knowing you can get up and leave quickly if needed. The others settle in, Yeosang next to you, Seonghwa and Hongjoong opposite, and Jongho at the end. Their gazes are fixed on you and just as intense as you remember them.

“Uh…” you start. “Where are the others?”

“We thought it’d be better if less of us came this time,” Hongjoong explains. “To make it less overwhelming for you.”

“It’s something we should have considered last time,” Seonghwa adds. “We apologise that we didn’t.”

You smile, shaking your head. “No, it’s fine,” you say.

“It’s not,” Jongho says, “but it won’t happen again. Did you bring everything we asked?”

You nod, reaching into your jacket pocket to pull out a crumpled sheet of paper with everything you’d been told to pack. “I think so,” you say as your eyes move down the list. “Yes, I think I remembered it all.”

“We’ll see later,” Seonghwa smiles. “It’s not a problem if you didn’t, though. You tried your best and you’re new to this.”

The others hum in agreement and you smile nervously.

“You even wrote it all out, didn’t you?” Jongho says, gesturing to the list in your hands. “Good girl.”

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“Would you like me to explain the plan for this week?” Hongjoong asks gently.

You nod, staring down at your hands as they fiddle in your lap. A larger hand comes to rest atop them, holding them still and you look up to meet Yeosang’s firm gaze on you. “Look at him and answer him properly, sweetheart,” he says, gentle but stern.

You nod, feeling stupid and look up at to see Hongjoong staring expectantly at you. “Yes please,” you say and he smiles, easing up.

“Good girl,” he praises. You blush, bowing your head in embarrassment and Yeosang clicks his tongue, wordlessly chastising you. You mumble an apology and meet Hongjoong’s gaze, who praises you again. “Think of it as a trial run, yeah? We want you, we know that, but we need to see how it will work. What kind of arrangement will suit you best.”

You nod in understanding. Yeosang releases your hands from his grip but you grab his arm as he starts to move it away, needing someone to hold onto while you digest it all. He smiles and takes your hand back in his, squeezing it gently. “Good girl,” he mumbles.

“Are you with us so far?” Seonghwa asks.

“Yes,” you say.

“Good,” he smiles. “So for this week, we’ll all be getting to know each other and getting used to our new dynamic. We’ll start figuring out the kind of submissive you are and the kind of training you’ll need. That make sense to you?”

You nod a little dazily, starting to feel overwhelmed. None of these words are new to you, of course, even in this context, but they’ve never been so real to you before. To be spoken about like a pet, a submissive in need of training, is a lot to take in. It’s also strangely, embarrassingly thrilling. “It makes sense,” you confirm. Your voice catches in your throat at first but if they notice, they don’t care. Maybe they enjoy it.

“What, um…” you trail off, feeling awkward, but a nudge from Yeosang encourages you. “What happens at the end of the week?”

The men share a look that you can’t quite decipher. “Well,” Hongjoong says, “it’ll be up to you. If you’re happy with how things are going and want to commit, you can stay with us. You’ll keep your own place, of course, but we’ll move the things that you’ll need to our place and start making it your main residence.”

“But if you want to take it slower,” Jongho continues, “which is always an option, I might add, we’ll take you home and continue getting to know you more casually, just like how you would in a normal relationship.”

“And of course, ending our arrangement entirely is an option too,” Yeosang adds. “At any time.”

The others voice their agreement and you smile gratefully. “Thank you,” you say. “I’ll remember that.”

The oldest two smile, sharing a look before Seonghwa speaks. “If you’re ready,” he says, “there are four people at home waiting very patiently for your arrival.”

—————

Their home is large, in a nice, quiet area of the city where little could disturb — or be disturbed by — you. Your bags are carried by Jongho as Seonghwa leads you by the hand to the front door. Before he can even get the keys out of his pocket, the door swings open, revealing an excited looking San standing eagerly in the doorway. “Hi, baby,” he beams at you.

“Were you watching from the window?” Seonghwa asks. San nods unashamedly and the elder mumbles something that he ignores.

“Come in, baby,” San says. “We’re waiting inside. Can I take her in, Seonghwa?”

“It’s up to her,” Seonghwa says, smiling down at you. “She can make her own decisions. For now.”

For now. His words dizzy you slightly and you can practically see the evil plans forming behind San’s eyes. He offers his hand and you take it, turning to Seonghwa. “Are you coming too?” You ask.

He smiles fondly, shaking his head. “We’re gonna get everything set up in your room for you first, honey. San’ll take care of you.”

You nod with slight uncertainty but allow San to lead you through to the living room. The set up is… interesting, you think. A massive TV, typical for a house of men, surrounded by black leather couches and chairs arranged almost in a circle. The coffee table’s been moved from its spot in the middle, leaving it, or so you have a funny feeling, open for you to be displayed to them. Just the sight of the arrangement has you feeling like prey, but what’s more intimidating is the man on the couch who looks up with interest when you walk in. He smiles kindly as he stands to greet you, but you see the look in his eyes. Without them saying anything to you, it’s clear what your place is just from the way these men look at you. You’re their toy, and they’re your owners.

“There she is,” the man — Wooyoung, you remember — breathes. “Hi, doll.”

You wave shyly at him and he smiles. “Cute,” he says.

“You remember all our names, right?” San asks and you nod. “Good girl.”

“Bring her over here, Sannie,” Wooyoung says. San nods and guides you over to sit on the couch, sandwiched between him and Wooyoung.

“Can I touch you?” Wooyoung asks. You nod and he smiles, pressing a hand to your cheek. Without realising and almost instinctively, you nuzzle into his touch and he coos, stroking your cheek gently. “You’re such a puppy, aren’t you?” He hums. If you’d been confident enough to meet his gaze, you’d have seen the dark, predatory look in his eyes.

“Wooyoung,” you whine, embarrassed. He coos again and you blush deeper, hiding your face from view.

“She’s going under already,” San chuckles. “Such a natural, aren’t you baby?”

“Already toying with her, are we?” Someone interjects. You look up to see Yunho in the doorway, staring amusedly at the scene in front of him. “I thought we agreed to wait.”

“I can’t help it, Yunho,” Wooyoung replies. “She’s so pliant.”

Yunho cocks an eyebrow, taking a few steps towards you. “Is she?”

“Just so easy,” San affirms, running a hand through your hair. “Such a darling puppy.”

You moan softly at the sensations of the men on each side of you running their hands over your body. Yunho chuckles, shaking his head. “I’m sure,” he smiles. “Do you think she’s ready?”

San and Wooyoung share a look and you stare at them quizzically. “Ready for what?” You ask quietly.

Wooyoung smiles down at you fondly. “Don’t worry, baby,” he says. He looks up at Yunho. “I think she is. Where’s Hongjoong?”

“Here,” comes a familiar voice. Hongjoong emerges from behind Yunho, his eyes finding you the moment he walks into the room. “Hey, bunny.”

You like that name. “Hi,” you squeak.

He smiles like you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen before turning his gaze to Wooyoung. “What did you want me for?”

“I didn’t,” Wooyoung says snappily. Hongjoong rolls his eyes. “We were wondering if you think she’s ready yet.”

His older’s eyes widen slightly but he seems to consider it for a second. “If Seonghwa agrees,” he decides. “Then so do I. I thought we’d wait a few more hours, but…”

“Yeah, not happening,” Yunho says. “It’ll be a tall order keeping these two off of her until then.”

The men beside you glare at him but don’t refute his words. You still don’t know exactly what it is you’re meant to be… ready for, but it sounds important. You wonder what it is that Hongjoong won’t agree to without the elder’s assent.

“Do you know where Seonghwa is?” San asks. “And the others?”

“In her room, I think,” Hongjoong says. “Just finishing up. Should we call them down?”

The three share a look, silently deciding before they nod, small smiles on their faces as they give Hongjoong their agreement. He nods, and you can see he’s smiling too, but in a different way than he’d been smiling at you earlier. There’s something behind it, a desire maybe, or an intention, that you can’t decipher. You’re not entirely sure if you want to. But you’ve willingly put yourself into his hands, all of their hands, and you’re desperate to see what they do with it.

When he calls the others down they come separately, but soon enough all eight of them have gathered in the living room with you. Even as they talk to each other about things you don’t understand, their eyes are set on you. You feel tiny and describable but also oddly safe. They stare at you like a toy, sure, but a fragile one. One they want to cherish and protect as much as play with. You already feel comfortable and warm surrounded by them in a way you didn’t know you could.

After a short and indecipherable discussion with Hongjoong, Seonghwa briefly moves his gaze from you to give him one final look. When his eyes return to you they’re even darker than before. Deep down you know that something, or someone, has just flipped the switch.

“She’s ready,” he says. “Let’s start.”

You hear your breath hitch, feeling your heart begin to race and Wooyoung hushes you, stroking your head. “Don’t worry,” he says. “It’s nothing to be scared of.”

“It’s really not,” San assures. He turns his gaze to Seonghwa who keeps it briefly before he shrugs, a small smile on his face. “We’re just gonna play with you. But the first time is always special.”

You nod, a little less nervous but still, your first time playing with them, being their submissive, is no small thing. It’s a moment you’ve been playing in your head for weeks, months — what it would be like, what they’d be like, what they’d expect, how they’d do. In the days leading up to this meeting you’d been kept up with nightmares of failing them, of falling short and being kicked to the curb despite how often they’d reassured you that they’d never, ever do that. And now that moment’s here. Time to prove yourself — or not.

San and Wooyoung stand up, pulling you to your feet by each of your arms. They each press a kiss to each of your cheeks before walking away to join the crowd, leaving you alone and watched, completely surrounded by them. Truly a prey among predators. They regard you silently for a few minutes, eyes running up and down each inch of your body before Hongjoong speaks.

“We’re going to give you a little test, pet,” he says. “It’s not to see if we want you, because you’re already ours, but to see how much training you’ll need.”

You nod in understanding and he clicks his tongue, already displeased. “The first lesson is verbal answers,” he says. “Unless we tell you not to speak, you respond to everything we tell you in words. Yes sir or no sir will do. Do you understand?”

You nod again, but realise your mistake quickly and squeak out a weak “yes sir.” Hongjoong smiles approvingly.

“Strip down to your panties,” he says. “Put them on the chair then come back to stand over here. Do it now.”

You breathe out another “yes sir” and do as he commands. You turn away from the men as you undress, too embarrassed to face them but you can still feel their eyes burning into you. Your hands shake as you unbutton your shirt, folding it neatly before placing it on the chair as instructed. Your bra quickly joins it, then the skirt and tights until all that’s left are your tiny white panties, clinging to your hips as you turn around nervously.

You feel exposed, clad only in one flimsy garment and surrounded by eight fully-clothed men. Their gazes are dark and intense on you and you’ve never felt more vulnerable. But they look pleased, which eases your nerves slightly.

“Very good,” Hongjoong says approvingly, gaze fixed on your chest. You blush, hands instinctively reaching to cover your chest but you think better of it before it’s covered. Just in the nick of time, you think, if the scowl on Yeosang’s face is anything to go by.

“Smart girl,” Seonghwa chuckles. “Are you ready to start?”

“Yes, sir,” you say. He smiles gently and beckons you towards him. As you approach him, the others move to form a circle around you. You gulp, somehow feeling even smaller than before. You’re truly trapped now.

“Right then,” Seonghwa says, clapping his hands together. You flinch at the sudden sound and you hear a few of them chuckle. With your eyes cast down, you miss the glint that crosses each of their eyes at your obvious fear. “We’ll start by seeing which commands you already know. We’ll teach you the ones you don’t.”

“Yes, sir,” you say.

“Look at me,” he says. You look up, meeting his gaze nervously and he smiles.

“Down,” he says.

It takes you a moment to register the command, and by the time you do it’s clearly too late. Seonghwa sighs, looking disappointed. He nods to a man behind you and before you can register it, five hard slaps are delivered to your ass. You yelp and try to lean away but the man snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you backwards into him.

“Disobeying already,” he breathes and you recognise the voice as Wooyoung. You whine and he slaps you again, this time reaching around to hit the front of your thigh.

“Don’t complain,” he grumbles.You breathe out an apology and he hums, rubbing the pink mark on your thigh with momentary tenderness. “And no more talking. You’re a puppy now”

You nod, and your first instinct is to apologise but you think better of it, literally biting your tongue to keep your words in your mouth. Wooyoung notices, chucking lowly before he steps back from you.

Jongho steps forwards, commanding your attention as he approaches you. He gets close enough to kiss you, close enough for you see the small details of his face, but that face is emotionless. Focused.

“This is your second lesson,” he says. His voice is even lower now, with a new quality you don’t recognise. But you know exactly what it is — dominance. Control “When we say ‘down’,” he says, “you get on your knees. Instantly and without question. If you don’t, you’ll be punished. So let’s try that again. Down.”

Desperate to obey, you let your legs give out, falling to your knees with hopeful eyes on him.He smiles, pressing a hand to your cheek and letting you nuzzle into it. “Good dog,” he says. “Up now.”

You spring to your feet without thinking, basking in the pleased looks on their faces. “Clever girl,” San praises. You smile shyly at him and he smiles back. For the first time since you’ve met him, it doesn’t reach his eyes.

Then Jongho steps away, leaving you alone and surrounded again. You do your best to stay still, figuring that’s your best bet to avoid Wooyoung’s heavy hand for now.

They let you stand there, exposed and vulnerable, for a few minutes before moving on.

“Come,” Yeosang says. You start to walk towards him but he stops you with a raised hand. “Crawl.”

You gulp, shakily lowering yourself to your knees and crawling towards him. It’s only a few feet, but the thick silence and the feeling of their stares on you makes it feel like miles. It barely registers with you exactly what’s happening right now; you’re naked except your skimpy panties, surrounded by eight fully clothed men, crawling towards one of them at his command. You can’t think of anything more humiliating. Or arousing.

When you reach Yeosang he reaches to stroke your hair. “Sit,” he orders. You sit back up onto your knees and he smiles. “She’s learning fast,” he says.

The others hum in agreement. “She’s clever,” Mingi says, sounding proud.

“She is,” Yeosang agrees. “ Alright, pet. The next commands are easy. Eyes up.”

This time they give you a second to figure it out and you do, meeting Yeosang’s gaze with hopeful eyes. He nods. “Eyes down.” This one is much easier to figure out — you drop your eyes to your lap, contrite and humble. “Good girl,” he says. “Isn’t she good?”

“The best,” Yunho purrs. You don’t notice him creeping up behind you until you feel his big hands wrap gently around your throat. After a few more commands, properly obeyed depute your shaky start, he speaks again. “Shouldn’t we reward her now, Joong? She’s done well.”

A few others chime in their agreement and Hongjoong hums. “You’re right,” he agrees. “Come here, baby.”

You crawl to him, slightly faster as you begin to get to the feeling of it, and Hongjoong crouched down to your level, holding his arms out for you to crawl into. He lets you snuggle into his chest for a moment before pulling away, moving his hands to gently hold your face.

“Tell me,” he whispers. “How do you want to be rewarded?”

The answer slips out before you can consider it. “Fuck me,” you say. At his raised eyebrow, you tack on a whispered, “please, sir.”

Hongjoong smiles, running his thumb over your lips. When they part slightly he slips it into your mouth, letting you suckle at it. He looks enamoured by the sight. “No, honey,” he smiles. “You’re not ready for that yet.”

“I am,” you insist, nodding fervently.

Silence briefly abounds before Hongjoong slaps you across the face, quick and wordless, like this is a normal way for him to express his displeasure — which, when it comes to you, it probably will be. “Don’t disagree with us,” he snaps. “What you think doesn’t matter anymore. You’re not ready.”

You bow your head. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m not ready.”

Hongjoong nods. “Turn around and show me your ass.”

You obey, turning slowly on your fours until your ass faces him, leaving you facing the rest of the men. They stare at you with fascination and scrutiny. Hongjoong runs a hand down your ass cheek with feather-light touches. You feel electricity prickle up your spine, fearful. You’ve displeased him and spoken out of turn and you worry about the consequences. His hands aren’t the largest in the group but he mentioned he works out and he’s still much larger and stronger than you, so you don’t doubt that he could cause you a lot of pain if he wanted to. A few cracks of his hand against your ass would no doubt leave it stinging and you shiver at the thought.

But the harsh, punishing strikes you’re expecting don’t come. Instead he runs a long finger down the centre of your ass until it lightly grazes across your pussy. You squirm at the feeling. The others smile at the sight as their leader pushes your panties to the side to press a finger into your heat. “How does she feel, Joong?” Seonghwa asks.

“She’s perfect,” comes Hongjoong’s voice from behind you. It’s slightly strained and raspier than before. He’s clearly just as affected and you feel proud. “Tight and warm like we thought she’d be.”

You make a noise of surprise and he shushes you. You knew they’d have talked about you in your absence, but you hadn’t considered that they’d have talked about…this specifically. And the way they talk about you like a thing, like you’re not even there, is objectifying in the best way. Everything about this is hotter than you could have imagined. Even the slightest touches set your skin alight and they know it.

Hongjoong curls his finger slightly and you jolt forward a bit but he quickly pulls you back, wrapping an arm around your neck to put you in a near headlock. “Easy, baby,” he whispers. “Easy.”

You look up to see the others have inched towards you, surrounding you completely. They each look thrilled in a different way, and you’re desperate for their touch — any of them. All of them.

“Please,” you gasp. You can barely speak through Hongjoong’s grip on your neck but they hear you.

Seonghwa comes to kneel in front of you, cradling your face in his palms. “Oh baby, baby,” he whispers melodiously. “So pretty like this.”

Mingi and San join Hongjoong behind you, running their hands over your ass and their fingers through your wet folds as Hongjoong adds a second finger to your hole. With the two fingers inside you he spreads you open, allowing the other two a perfect view of your stretched out pussy. “Fuck,” they both breathe. “The prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen,” Mingi says and San agrees.

Jongho and Wooyoung and Yunho and Yeosang take their places on either side of you. Wooyoung reaches to play with your tits, grabbing and squeezing them and slapping them where they hang below you. His hits are hard like the ones he’d delivered to your ass earlier, and soon your pretty tits are decorated with red marks. The other three seem content to watch and palm themselves as Hongjoong works you open and Wooyoung abuses your sensitive tits, while Seonghwa pushes finger after finger into your mouth, lazily fucking your throat with his long digits. You gag and choke when he pushes them deeper but you do your best to suck them. Seonghwa tuts when you choke particularly violently but he seems pleased with your efforts. “You’ll make such a perfect cock sucker,” he muses. “You’re such a natural already.”

You whine around his fingers, stuffed into your throat and covered in your drool. He presses a kiss to your forehead before he pushes them in deeper. You choke but keep them in your throat and you hear Yunho whistle. “She’s dedicated,” he says admiringly.

“She was born for this.” Seonghwa speaks through gritted teeth and you look down to see his hard cock straining against his pants. You’re not sure what you were expecting exactly, but you’re surprised by its thickness. You’re not quite certain how it will fit inside you.

Returning your gaze to his, you’re met with total, almost feral darkness in his eyes. “Don’t tempt me,” he grunts. “I’ll ruin you.”

He pulls his fingers from your mouth, slapping you across the cheek a couple of times until your face is red and covered in your saliva. Hongjoong’s keeping a steady pace as his fingers pump into your pussy, but there’s so many sensations, so many strong hands on you, that you can’t quite process it all. Your awareness of each man goes up and down with each movement they make and you’re completely overwhelmed.

Painfully quickly, Hongjoong pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty for one merciful moment until the men next to him take their turn. Mingi presses a finger to the edge of your asshole, not penetrating it, just gently and softly teasing the rim, but the feeling is enough to make you buck against him. His other hand grabs your waist, holding in place. “Have you never played with this hole before, baby?” He asks.

You whine, shaking your head and he laughs. “You’ll be used to it soon enough,” he says. “It’s Jongho’s favourite hole, isn’t it?”

Jongho laughs and though you know he’s right next to you, he sounds distant and out of reach. You gasp at the feeling of another, thicker finger on your asshole. Unlike Mingi, Jongho doesn’t hesitate, pushing his finger into you. It’s a completely foreign feeling, much different to the feeling of your pussy being penetrated, but in some weird way it almost feels… better. Maybe it’s the resistance your tight hole puts up against him, stretching around him then sucking him in; or maybe it’s the degrading, humiliating feeling of knowing every one of your holes is being used and explored by these men. Either way, you’ve never felt like this before and you don’t want it to stop.

While the two men play with your asshole, San dives into your pussy, latching his mouth onto it and exploring it with his tongue. You’re fairly certain Hongjoong’s fingers have already made you cream but if San notices, it clearly only spurs him on as he eats you relentlessly, pushing you quickly towards the edge.

“Fuck, San!” You scream and he growls, landing a hard slap against your already red cheeks.

“That’s not my name,” he snarls. His voice is muffled by your pussy like he couldn’t bear to pull himself away from it even for a second. You must taste good, you think with pride, but another harsh slap reminds you to respond.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you say.

You feel San smile against your pussy, large hand soothingly rubbing the red mark where he’d slapped you.

While you were distracted by the three men playing with your holes, the other five have stood up, retreating to the surrounding couches where they’ve somehow even served themselves wine without you noticing. You look up to see them watching you intently, small smiles on their face as they lounge around, taking in the sight in front of them. You must look pathetic, you think; face covered in your own sweat and drool, entire body littered with red handprints and three men stretching and playing with your holes. But you can see from the faces, and bulges of the men on the couches, that they love it as much as you do.

San pulls his mouth off of you, replacing it with his fingers before you can complain or even register the absence. He works you open a little more gently than Hongjoong, but the pumps of his fingers are strong and precise. On their side of him, the other two have started a game of how many fingers they can fit in your asshole. They do it carefully, wetting their fingers and inserting them slowly, with each finger they add you’re stretched a little more and it burns. Deliciously.

Your mouth hangs open, breaths strangled as you lose yourself in the feeling. You feel your eyes roll back as San speeds up, pumping three fingers in and out of you. Mingi and Jongho pull theirs out, rubbing your loosened asshole almost soothingly as San keeps going, faster, harder, deeper, until all it takes is for him to press this thumb firmly against your clit for you to let go, coming all over his fingers.

As soon as you’re done you collapse, letting your body fall to the floor in exhaustion. Mingi and Jongho pull their fingers out of you with moaned praises, gently stroking your back. With his fingers still inside you San lifts you up, pulling you back to lie against his chest. His fingers don’t move inside you, just sitting there like a comforting presence as he adjusts you to a comfortable position. He pulls them out slowly, hushing you when you whine softly at the loss, and settles you so your head is resting on his chest, just under his neck and chin so he can easily lean down to whisper to you. “Didn’t know you were such a squirter, baby,” he mumbles.

Too fucked out to respond, you just groan and he chuckles. “I’ve got you, honey,” he says. He starts to sway, rocking you back and forth soothingly. You hear him say something to someone else, you think Jongho, who laughs and hands him something. You look up to see San wiping his hand, wet with you slick, onto a towel. He sees you watching and smiles down at you, pressing a kiss to your head before reaching down to move your panties, still bunched to the side to expose your dripping hole, back into place.

You hear other voices around you as your eyelids start to droop. With San’s hand rubbing comfortingly up and down your back, you let yourself fall asleep, snoring softly against his chest. He watched you with a fond smile. “She’s asleep,” he announces to the others.

“Good,” Yeosang says, “she deserves it. She did well.”

Hongjoong hums. “Better than I thought. I’m so glad we found her.”

“I’m gonna take her upstairs,” San says. The others agree and he slowly stands, holding you carefully in his arms as he carries up to your new bedroom. They watch as he leaves before turning to face each other. It’s silent for a few long seconds before Wooyoung speaks.

“This is going to be so much fun.”

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hi! thank you for reading my first full-group fic! if people enjoy it i plan to make it into a series, but i deliberately wrote it so it can be left as a standalone as well. so please comment and let me know what you’d like! i really appreciate seeing everyone’s feedback or thoughts on my writing, and it encourages me to write more too. so please let me know. if you want this to continue, i’m also happy to accept requests for it as well as my regular requests. just specify☺️! thank you for reading as always! please reblog & comment, i can’t wait to see everyone’s thoughts on this! my seonghwa fic will be coming soon as well. please forgive any errors, i have proofread but things may have slipped through. love🖤🖤🖤

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Okay, okay... I had another au idea... It's a bit like the 🌺Lotus Eater AU, but... this would be its cousin au, kinda? Their themes match a bit, so do a few elements, but they're both stand-alone AUs?

I call this one... 🌸This Could Be Paradise🌙 (AU)...

A basic plot/premise for it would go something like this:

Reader wakes up on a strange (what they assume is an) island, but it's rather... big. It has fresh water almost in every water environment, it has plentiful fruits and vegetables and even prey animals, such as fish and chickens and cows... It's... quiet, though.

Then, one day, someone shows up.

(I'm going to say... Gambit... becausewe need a bit of comfort and so does he, after @][>)÷= @][>)÷=) (and he's a fun character, who's like a big brother/fun uncle)

And for once since they've been there, Reader feels hopeful and not wary, because this is someone they know, someone who is usually easy to talk to, and will likely have a plan to get off wherever they are.... Except he doesn't. He's acting... weird. According to him, he knows only his name and a few faces; otherwise, he doesn't remember anything besides waking up in a dark cavern on the island...

Reader is understandably freaked out.

Okay, the man with the plan doesn't remember much, if anything. So that leaves Reader as the idea person. Okay. They'll try to work with that.

Good news: The island isn't hostile and has plenty to eat and drink. There's no violent or crazy people so far. And if there IS a problem, they aren't currently running from it, so that's a plus. Does that make the situation good? ... No, not really. But it does make it better than 85% of most other insane situations they've been in. Bad news: They're (possibly?) alone on an unknown island. They haven't seen anyone else. And the only one of them who knows enough to remember they're in a weird, if not bad, situation, is Reader. Not the worst situation they've been in, again. But not ideal, either. So their plan?

They get to explore every inch of the island they're on, until something pops up that can help them.

It works.... albeit after three days of trying to explain Remy's life to him, with him mostly not believing Reader, or thinking they're very creative, but not remembering things correctly. They find a large, grandiose, very very odd... house? mansion? mall? city?... whatever it is. It's very big, it's spacious, and it's clean, from what they can tell. There are buildings within this one large one? Yet it doesn't make sense. (How can any of these places be here?) There are a few museums, galleries, aquariums, cafes... large rooms full of blankets and pillows and beddings... even things likes pools and gardens and balconies and whatever else one can imagine. Reader and Gambit, after going deeper inside the vast place, do find someone... It's one of their friends/teammates/mentors... (Reader is so glad that Gambit recognizes that mutant, because maybe now someone will think they aren't crazy)... Yeah. So, they do think Reader is the odd one out. According to them, they've been there the entire time, and they don't remember ever not being there...

Reader is rightfully scared now.

The two of them are invited to join the others, and while Gambit accepts, happy to see more of the people he remembers, Reader hesitates. They eventually accept, but keep their distance. Each step they take, every turn and new hall and new room, only makes them feel more on edge... They eventually meet with the others. For the most part, things seem okay on a surface level. But deeper? Most of them either don't remember anything before waking up in the buildings or cavern, or they simply change the subject... So Reader, while the others are distracted, slips away, going to find the root of the problem...

And somehow, they don't find anything.

The island is mostly empty, save for the animals and some diffent environments, but otherwise? There aren't any other buildings beside the... whatever the big one was. There aren't any other people there that Reader can tell. And they seem to be the only one who remembers... anything. No one seemed hurt. No one was unhappy. But... what the fr*ck is going on?

They find their answer when they eat a few odd flowers/fruits...

Their taste is sweet, saccharine... Their colors are appealing, inviting... Their scent is calming, heavy... But when Reader takes a bite...

It's like they can't remember a few things. And when they take another, smaller bite... those memories only blur further...

Suffice to say, they toss the flower/fruit as far from them as they can, and go to tell the others.

They do get to the building, navigating the complicated corridors and halls, and eventually find one of the adults. Reader explains everything, and the adult agrees with them, at the least saying it makes sense... only to then ask what's wrong with it. Leaving Reader confused and growing more nervous by each minute. The adult points out that they realize they are not from there, that they've known the entire time, but... do they really want to go back to where they used to be? What they remember, the few things not completely blurred out or wiped from their mind, depicts nightmares, hatred, fear, violence... So they ask Reader if that's what they remember too, and if so, are they really wanting to go back to that? To trade what is ultimately a safe haven, a paradise for all of them, for what sounds like H*ll?

Reader is quiet for a moment... and then they leave.

They're alone. None of their friends/family/teammates believe them, or they if they do, they're purposefully keeping quiet about the truth. Except... They get an idea. What if maybe the flowers/fruits act as a mind control/brainwashing thing as well? It's sweet as sugar, it smells like lavender and honey and chamomile, it's nice to look at... so what if it's purpose isn't just to make everyone's mind be wiped, but it was made or specialized to make them want to stay that way as well? ... It's gutsy, is what it is. And to find out, Reader is going to have to be very careful... There's one person who has been around them, and despite thinking they're odd, they'll likely go along with what Reader has planned: Remy...

Reader is careful, approaching him. They ask if he's willing to help them figure something out, to see if they're crazy or not... And they feel guilty when his eyes soften and he's trying to say they're not; yet Reader asks if he can let them explain... With a nod as their answer, they do: He and the others eat a sweet flower/fruit, and drink whatever juices or nectar come from it, right? Well... what would happen if they stopped eating it? Just for a while? Reader sighs in relief when Gambit agrees, then asks if they can keep it a secret until their test/game is over... which he agrees to, if only to cheer them up and calm them down...

Spending a week watching everyone and making sure their plan isn't found out is difficult. It's trying, especially when Reader is trying not to draw attention to themself or what they and Remy are doing... It's even harder when no matter what the conversation is about, Reader feels like they can't really say much because they know too much, and they'll be written off or considered more insane... Yet finally, (praise the heavens finally) five days have passed, and they can check on Remy... and they feel guilty, seeing how he seems nervous and fidgety for once. Because apparently they were right. It only takes a few pokes and prods at his memory for everything to come back, and Reader is soon trying to comfort him, because now he knows, too, and he isn't sure how to get them out. Somehow, after talking over what Reader's found, they devise a plan...

They need to leave. As soon as possible. If they can get someone else to follow them, then if they're too busy searching, then the two of them can try to drag them with them so they can make a rescue plan. Their one problem? Who to pick...

Whomever they choose, Reader is apologizing the entire way to them, all while Remy keeps trying to keep the peace between the three of them and keep them from running off. They have at most a week or two before they're caught, if they're lucky. Slowly, while they stay hidden and keep moving, the person they caught slowly feels the effects slipping away... And they slowly try to get Reader to confirm what is or isn't true, asking what their plan is...

And then during one night, it all goes south...

Remy wakes up to find their third member is missing, so he goes to find them, or at the least goes to see if they are on their side or not... Before he can find them, he's caught by a few of the adult platonic yans, who explain that they can't let them leave... Something saccharine and honey is forced into his mouth, and when's he's forced to swallow, his mind starts to blur around the edges... He tries to fight it, tries to fight them, but each movement sends him stumbling, to the point he's being held up... The last thing he hears before he blacks out is a soft apology, then everything fades to nothing...

Reader wakes up, possibly sensing the danger, and realizes they're alone. They carefully call out for Remy, then the other friend/teammate... And are met with cold, crushing silence. In a heartbeat they're up, staggering through the dark and hunting for any clues they can find... They stumble upon where Remy was caught, and a bit off is another area, showing signs of a struggle... and Reader realizes they truly are on their own now...

Reader goes to rescue them, able to enter and explore the behemoth building without any problem or kerfuffle... But everything in the building is so... quiet... Dark... A secret threat waiting to pounce... Reader manages to find a hall that smells of antiseptic and that thick, heavy scent of honey and nectar, and goes down it. They stumble into a lab area, soon finding Remy incapacitated, and Reader takes a step forward...

Only to hear a shift behind them, barely dodging just in time.

They weren't alone in the room. They'd been followed the whole time.

A few of the adults are there, and in the dim light of the shadows, Reader can almost swear their eyes glow a soft, faint pink. They say they need to stay still, and let themself be taken care of... That they've been feeling unwell, and that it's not necessary for them to hold on to the past, to the pain...

Reader runs, darting away from the hands that go to grab them. They're able to keep distance between themself and the others, carefully not to touch anything or slip... Yet when they notice one is missing...

Something heavy slams into them, holding them still, and the next thing they know something pricks them... A gentle feeling fills them, soft and sleepy and quiet, yet no matter how Reader tries to break free, they're soon limp, limbs heavy and head foggy, as they're carried to a medical table. Something... someone... says something, but it's faded before Reader registers what it is... Something wraps around their wrists, then their ankles... an object is placed against their face, forcing something sweet and thick into their senses... and slowly, everything fades...

(Reader wakes up awhile later, and are told they and Remy are going to be forced to forget what happened, their past, everything before waking up on the island... That it's for their own good, for everyone's good, and that they're only going to hurt themselves trying to escape. And for what? To go back to a world that hates them? That reviles them? A world that almost killed them? No... They'll be safer, healthier, happier, where they are. All they have to do is let themselves be taken care of, to let them get the medicine, that honeyed, nectary sweetness, back into their system, and everything will be okay... Just take calm, deep breaths, and let them handle everything, okay? They've got them... they're safe... Just take a deep breath... and relax...)

(Reader has a plan to escape, but... that is for part two...😉) (If you have questions about this AU, or the 📒Mutant High🧪 AU or 🖤Dark AU, feel free to ask them! I'm just not doing requests at the moment😊)

[that-irrelevant-ricecakeaddict]

SIC PARVIS MAGNA {Charac. Profiles Pt. 2}

an au by @that-irrelevant-ricecakeaddict & @seventhcallisto

SERIES MASTERLIST, Charac. Profiles Pt. 1

Jeong Yunho {Hans}

[24 years old]

(based on Helena Bertinelli, Huntress)

Backstory: He grew up with police officer parents who had interests in car mechanics, so he naturally picked up the same hobbies. Eventually started making weapons and studying art of weaponry as well as hopology. His family moved to Seoultham when he was a young teenager, where his parents got killed. Yunho had to resort to crime and smuggling to survive. He hated himself for committing crime (out of love for his deceased parents), hence he adopted the alias Huntsman (later renamed as Hans when he met the others) to gatecrash dangerous weapon dealings he hears of. Later on, he met Hongjoong through the New World weapons black market and joined him after hearing about Birds of Prey.

>Originally named Huntsman, Mingi pestered him to change it because it sounded too "intimidating"

>Co-founder of Limitless Mechanics, a 2 storey mechanics shophouse located next to the entrance of Felony Alley

>Lives at the shophouse with San

>Used to be an infamous illegal arms dealer, still has contacts in the intergalactic black market even as a vigilante

>Can be very protective of his members

>Resident Fix-It Felix of the team

>Spends most of his time tinkering at the shop with San

>Quickly grew attached to Mingi when he joined the team, and likes brainstorming new gadget ideas with him

>Signature weapon is a crossbow that he's always finding new features to add to it

Choi San {Hawke}

[23 years old]

(based on Shayera Thal, Hawkgirl)

Backstory: An alien warrior from planet Aurora who designed high tech weaponry from the planet's raw materials. His first encounter with a human was when he met Yunho, who was on a smuggling mission to Aurora. San assumed that Yunho was another greed-filled thief who came to his home planet to steal, but became friends with him when he found out they had a shared interest in weapons design. He was intrigued by Yunho's stories of life on Earth and decided to follow him back.

>Registered in Seoultham ("Omg my first human identity!!") thanks to Mingi pulling some strings

>On Aurora, he was known as San Hol, but he adopted the surname Choi after coming to Earth because he wanted to blend in more

>Co-founder of Limitless Mechanics (with Yunho)

>Has large feathered wings that he can shrink and hide

>A strong fighter with extensive knowledge on weapon design

>Can come off as very earnest and innocent

>Spends his time with Yunho at the shop or following around his other members to their activities out of curiosity

>Has very eccentric tastes due to growing up on a completely different planet

>Fix-It Felix pt. 2

Choi Jongho {Nightingale}

[22 years old]

(based on Dinah Lance, Black Canary)

Backstory: An only child living in a small town with his parents, he was born with a mutated voice box that allowed him to physically manifest soundwaves with his voice. He accidentally hurt his father with it when he was a kid, and started to see it as a curse for the majority of his life and didn't speak much out of fear of causing harm to others. At 18, he moved away from his parents to live in Seoultham to lay low. He eventually heard from word of mouth about Mingi's expertise in tech, and went to him for help in building soundwave-muting technology. Mingi did built a device for him, but also encouraged him to embrace his ability and got him to join the Birds of Prey.

>Works as a barista at Nightbrew Cafe

>Lives with Wooyoung in a suite located on Diamond Street, which is just across Felony Alley (16 Diamond Street, #1, 1117)

>Occasionally does singing gigs at bars, and is known by regulars as Lucifer's Bard due to how sinfully addicting his voice is

-He started singing from a young age as he thought it would help to build control of his ability

>Wears a necklace made of a metal that absorbs excess vibrations, allowing him to speak normally without having to constantly watch his volume (takes it off sometimes to fight)

>when fighting crime, he wears a cloth mask made of a special fabric that San brought from Aurora. It allows his voice to pass through without interference while still providing coverage for his identity

>Came off as uptight to the other members at first, but Mingi brought out his real fun-loving and laid back personality

Jung Wooyoung {Kitty}

[23 years old]

(based on Selina Kyle, Catwoman)

Backstory: Grew up in Seoultham and got by with his good looks and street smarts. At 17, he started to date a rich young man who would often abuse and berate him. Soon after, Wooyoung was kicked out of his house by his parents who found him disgraceful, and was stuck with his then-boyfriend who eventually broke up with him and left him alone and penniless. Wooyoung took revenge by breaking into his now ex's penthouse and stealing all his expensive possessions, which was when he developed a knack for stealing. He was living off stolen goods when he met San (who had just arrived on earth) and befriended him. San, being the sweetheart he is, invited Wooyoung to join the Birds of Prey, which Wooyoung, albeit with some hesitation, obliged to.

>Works as a museum curator at the Visage of History Museum

>Lives with Jongho in their suite (rent is paid off mostly by Wooyoung's salary and "souvenirs" from his occasional heists on local robbers)

>His alias, Kitty, is known by locals and authorities as a genderless vigilante who is efficient and quick, as well as extremely slippery and hard to catch

>Used to steal from the wealthy out of desperation to survive and was an infamous cat burglar, but stopped after joining Birds of Prey

>Has very expensive taste and splurges the team's money (not that they mind, though)

>He occasionally ambushes and robs the illegal jewellery smugglers that he hears about from his police friend Changbin and the museum staff

>Knows reader through Taehyun and Yeonjun

>very physically affectionate, often subjects the rest of the team to overly dramatic displays of affection

☆☆☆

SIDE CHARACTERS:

Kang Taehyun (reader's elder brother)

[23 years old]

-travelling archaeologist

-permanent business partners with Yeonjun and Soobin

-wooyoung's business partner (introduced through Yeonjun)

-due to how often he travels, he rarely gets to come back to visit his sister. And since him and his partners work with Wooyoung, reader always sees them doing admin work together when she comes to see him.

-Taehyun wasn't home when their parents died, he had been at a party, making him feel guilty for the death of them. Because of it, he promised to take care of his sister as much as he could, even if it meant being away most of the time to work and pay for bills

Seo Changbin (local police officer)

[27 years old]

-Yeonjun and Wooyoung's good friend

-has taken a liking to Taehyun and is always chatting him up when Taehyun visits with Yeonjun and Soobin

-a loud mouth, but he means well

-occasionally slips up and tells Wooyoung details on his recent cases

-himbo energy

Choi Seungcheol (local police detective)

[28 years old]

-the most renowned detective in Seoultham

-his father was also a detective but he died in the line of work by one of Joker's henchmen

-he started off at a younger age and became an unstoppable force in his work

-He's got plenty of loyal companions and he doesn't mind bending the rules to his favor if it means catching the perp he's chasing

-he doesn't particularly see his actions as morally wrong or that he might be abusing his title. What matters to him at the end is putting the person behind bars permanently

-Has a thing against vigilantes, even if they have truces with the police force (ahem ahem mingi)

Yoo Jeongyeon (reader's good friend)

[20 years old]

-attends Ok-ja Central college, law degree.

-Her and Nayeon share an apartment together in a more protected and enriched part of the city 

-which leads to them asking reader to move in with them, because they're worried for her wellbeing at Halazia apartments

-the more chill of the three friends. she's definitely the mom of the group

-she's always had the best grades, separating her future career and her personal life in the process

-her parents both work as lawyers, so it was in her nature to follow their footsteps. She doesn't feel the pressure to, though

-both her parents and younger brother live in another city

-chose seoultham as it was an unconventional place for her to make her mark, seeing as there was so much crime. 

-her father and Nayeon's father were friends, and due to that they became roommates and then close friends

Im Nayeon (reader's good friend)

[21 years old]

-attends Ok-ja Central college, visual arts degree

-Her eldest sister was a photographer before she passed, which left Nayeon with their sickly mother at the time. She had to take care of both of them for a while

-her mother proceeded to remarry a rich man after her sickness had gone away, said rich man became Nayeon's father

-he encouraged nayeon and promised to take care of her expenses. So then, when she graduated, she immediately applied for Ok-ja Central college at 18

-her step-father moved her into the luxury apartments, making sure she was in a safe part of seoultham

-conventionally enough her step-father also knew Jeongyeon's father, which ended up with them both becoming roommates. That led to them becoming close friends

-Her and Jeongyeon met reader in the college's dining hall when she stepped in between an argument to grab her silverware, completely disregarding the fighting men in favor of eating. They quickly took to befriending her

Kim Chungha/Annie

[28 years old]

-daughter of Halazia Apartment’s Landlady, and helps out a lot with managing the place

-works as a dance instructor 

-lesbian ("OMG GIRL KISSER CHUNGHA 😍😍" -leslie and calli)

-interested in Seonghwa's plants and occasionally visits him at the apartment to ask about his collection

-her and her mother are the only women Seonghwa is comfortable with (besides reader)

-she is SUPER lenient with the people in the building. How much trouble could two college kids cause?

-Chungha is not at all surprised by the amount of friends Mingi keeps up at his apartment, as long as they're not causing too big of a ruckus and trashing the place

-when her mother occasionally comes to visit the apartments, she makes sure to tidy up, as she does leave the place messy due to her packed schedule

Choi Soobin (Taehyun’s close friend)

[24 years old]

-Soobin and the rest of Taehyun's close friends had been around since childhood, having grown up with the Kang siblings.

-Soobin sees reader as if she's his own sibling.

-reader had a crush on him when they were younger 

-works as a historian, partners with Taehyun and Yeonjun a lot for projects and is hence always travelling with them

Choi Beomgyu (Taehyun's close friend)

[24 years old]

-works as an actuary 

-super laid back and fun

-often plays online games with reader even though they live in different cities

-crashes at reader's place whenever he visits (which is often, especially with the amount of travelling he can afford on his salary)

Choi Yeonjun (Taehyun's close friend)

[25 years old]

-works as a geologist, partners with Taehyun and Soobin and travels a lot with them for projects

-the one who originally got Taehyun a partnership with Visage of History Museum (and subsequently with Wooyoung)

-fratboy energy.. but not the nasty type of fratboy yknow

Huening Kai (Taehyun's close friend)

[22 years old]

-popular fashion designer in a bigger city

-founder of Huekai fashion brand (Hongjoong is a fan of him)

-he had a thing for reader when they were younger. And he still happens to have a small innocent child-like crush on her

-a goofy sweetheart, genuinely good hearted like a puppy

[julianweyrauch]

New York City Trip

Ist zwar jetzt schon über einen Monat her, aber ich muss über den New York City Trip schreiben. Einfach schon, weil es eines der besten Wochenenden meines Lebens war. 2 Nächte, 32 Austauschschüler und eine Großstadt. Einfach geil!

Ging am 1. Dezember ganz früh los. Da war ich ja schon bei Nicole und April, aber Wes hat mich her abgeholt und zu der Bahnstation in Albany gefahren. Dort habe ich dann Kent, Giovanna und Jamie, sowie Cindy (unsere Aufseherin) getroffen. Mussten dann erstmal 3-4h nach NewYorkCity fahren. Schöne Strecke! Direkt am Hudson River hoch. Am Hauptbahnhof von New York angekommen, der übrigens deutlich kleiner ist als unser in Berlin, mussten wir noch weitere Stationen mit der Stadtbahn fahren. 1. Ziel war Ellen´s Stardust Diner. Dort haben wir auch endlich all die anderen Austauschschüler getroffen!

Ellen´s Stardust Diner hat irgendeine besondere Geschichte. Hab's aber vergessen. Ich weiß noch dass es einen Haufen Arbeitsloser Straßenmusiker gab und dieses Diner hat ihnen Angeboten für die Gäste zu singen. Ist also quasi ein Live-Musical, während man seinen Burger isst. Ganz cool eigentlich.

Direkt danach sind wir den ganzen weiten Weg zum Rockefeller Center gelaufen, um dort auf das Dach zu gehen. Leider war das Wetter ein wenig pisse, aber sah trotzdem noch sehr schön aus!

Das Center ist auch für seinen Weihnachtsbaum bekannt (siehe Bild). Muss ehrlich sagen, dass ich da aber ein wenig enttäuscht bin, weil der jetzt nicht krass größer oder hübscher war, als die deutschen Centerbäume. Dort hatte es dann übrigens langsam angefangen zu regnen und so schlau wie ich bin, hatte ich kaum was an. Sieht man dann auf späteren Fotos!

Nach dem Center durften wir frei rumlaufen. Sind direkt mal zu den Souvenirshops gegangen, versteht sich.

Mittlerweile ist es auch schon 18:00, aber noch zu früh um zum Hotel zu gehen. Kurz nach dem Foto fängt es aber grausam an zu regnen. Gut das wir 1 Stunde Freizeit im Bryant Park hatten. Wenigstens gab es ALKOHOLFREIEN Glühwein, den ich mir mit den anderen Deutschen gegönnt habe. Wir wurden dennoch recht nass, siehe Fotos:

Danach, die Rettung: Das Hard Rock Cafe! Ein trockener Platz mit Essen. Weil ich dringlichst einen Wechselhoodie brauchte (wie man unschwer erkennen kann) habe ich mir, für den Preis einer Niere, den Hard Rock Cafe Hoodie gekauft. Hat sich aber gelohnt!

Ursprünglich war geplant, dass wir noch mehr Freizeit am Times Square haben, aber da es so krass geregnet hat, wurde das verschoben (was mir recht war). Also sind wir danach ins Hotel und durften den Pool benutzen! Das war alles ganz schön. Um 23:00 war dann Schlafenszeit.

Am nächsten Morgen gab es leckeres Frühstück. Mussten ja gestärkt sein für die Freiheitsstatue. Sind nämlich schon um 7:30 abgefahren. Wie sich das gehört, bin ich schön um 6:00 aufgestanden, um mit einer Japanerin und einem Belgier ins Gym zu gehen.

Die Freiheitsstatue war irgendwie kleiner und gleichzeitig größer, als ich erwartet hatte. War aber schön, das ist klar!

Anschließend sind wir zu der 9/11 Gedenkstätte gelaufen. Irgendwie bedrückend, aber auch sehr interessant. Während ganz NewYorkCity eher laut ist, wurde alles still, sobald man näher gekommen ist! Unglaublich viele Menschen waren dort versammelt. Und komisch darüber nach zu denken, dass hier so viele Menschen ihr Leben verloren haben.

Danach hatten wir 2 Stunden (glaube ich) zeit, um rum zu laufen, Souvenirshops ab zu klappern und zu shoppen. Weil wir dann doch etwas hungrig waren, sind wir zu einem Starbucks gegangen. Sah super schick aus, hat auch so viel gekostet! Aus irgendeinem Grund haben mich die Gruppenfotos an dem Tag doof erwischt...

Lustige Geschichte (mehr oder weniger): Kurz nach dem Foto ist uns aufgefallen das Kent und ein anderes Mädchen gefehlt haben. Wir haben sie kurzzeitig in diesem massiven Starbucks verloren, weil die an irgendeine andere Kasse gegangen sind.

Nach dem Starbucks, sind wir noch in eine RIESIGE Halle gegangen und haben ein paar Souvenirs geholt.

Dann sind wir noch die Brooklyn Bridge hochgelaufen, was mehr war als gedacht. Krasse Aussicht und einen Haufen kleiner Stände. Danke Gui für die krassen Fotos. Das Foto von der Freiheitsstatue ist von ihm und die Fotos, die jetzt kommen sind auch von ihm. Er hatte irgendeine krasse Kamera dabei.

Nachdem meine Füße dann wirklich geschmerzt haben, haben wir zum Abschluss noch die Blue Men Show angeguckt. Super ekelig, super lustig und einfach geil! Durften leider keine Fotos während der Show machen, aber ich kann euch versichern, dass sich das zu 100% lohnt mal an zu gucken

Nach der Show sind wir auch wieder zum Hotel, haben schön Pizza gegessen und haben uns einen schönen Abend gemacht. 23:00 war wieder heia.

Nächsten Morgen durften wir ausschlafen. Bin trotzdem um 7:00 aufgestanden, damit ich wieder ins Gym gehen kann. Das war ja dann auch schon der letzte Tag. Wir sind aber noch in ein Museum gegangen. Das war wohl ein super weltbekanntes Museum (so sah es auch aus), aber so wie ihr mich kennt, bin ich da nur durchgerannt und habe mir ein paar lustig aussehende Statuen angeguckt!

Dann hieß es auch schon Abschied nehmen. Weil ich und mein Distrikt mit der Bahn gefahren sind, mussten wir uns als erstes verabschieden. Auch wenn ich bezweifle, dass das irgendwer von den anderen Austauschschülern liest, muss ich mich bei euch bedanken für diese coole Zeit! Super coole Leute von überall! Und auch wenn ich wahrscheinlich die meisten nie wieder sehe, werde ich mich immer an die erinnern!

[snow-143]

late nights gaming- bts smau (ongoing)

pairings | athlete!jimin x phychstudent!reader (fem)

genres | smau, crack, fluff, college au, strangers to lovers, idiots to lovers

summary | working in a successful cafe and being a psych major is hard but you wouldn’t change it for the world especially when you end up falling prey to a tiktok trend hiding your number in one of the many vinyls for someone to find. but when yous both make up a secret identity and make it an unspoken competition to find out who the other is first things gets little less boring. that and the one cute regular that you have been seeing around everywhere recently.

warnings | swearing, on purpose lowercase, grammar mistakes, they’re probably going to bully eachother, sarcasm, dry humour, just bad humour tbh, dad jokes, CRACK, non of this is meant to be taken seriously, kissing, may include some nsfw scenes but i will warn you before hand, this is going to be a mess, probably cliche, irregular updates, probably some plot holes, might stray from the original description, kys and suicide jokes. lmk if i missed anything.

disclaimer | i am a college student myself with a part time job so my updates will not be regular however i will try my best. also this is my first smau and post in general so please bare with, interactions and constructive criticism would be amazing but don’t be too mean i’m sensitive. also non of this work actually represents bts or anyone else i may mention.

profiles one | profiles two

one- sugar daddy

two- vmin vs sope

three- vinyl boy

four- winter

five- reeking from your pores

six- screams for help

seven- hide your bitches

eight- mama bear

nine- on your wedding day

+more

[ceruleancattail]

Taken

Nightfall Au

Nightfall Octavinelle x reader

Tw: blood, mentions of death

Normally, you’ll come at the break of dawn to unlock the Lantern. Lift up the metal grate, twist the keys in their respective holes. Before entering the premises to prepare for the day.

You’re the only employee. The only one with the keys, in fact.

So seeing the metal grate lifted up ever so slightly didn’t do much good for your heart. Throbbing wildly, thundering heartbeat blaring in both of your eardrums. Choking down a deep breath, you drew your legs into a squat, fingers tracing over the keyhole carefully.

The edges were jagged, bits of metal rising up like the fangs of some feral beast. They scratched against your fingertips, blades against skin. As if someone took a screwdriver to your door, breaking the lock.

Clutching your keys in between your knuckles, tightening your grip until veins reared their heads. Lines cutting through the back of your palm, zig-zagging like bolts of lightning.

A safety precaution, at least until you reach your counter. There’s a pistol concealed underneath, unknown to even your most loyal patrons. They might have taken it as an insult, and god knows what happens when their honour is slighted.

Why have a weapon so close at hand? They’re just customers at a cafe, it’s not like they’ll just start a brawl right there and then. Besides, you have them, don’t you? No one would dare mess with you, just give the word.

You can’t admit it to them. You can’t reveal the underlying fear that chilled your spine, rattling your very core. The way you tensed up whenever their gaze wandered to you, eyes narrowed like a predators’, staring down their next target.

You hated feeling like the prey in this fucked-up game they play.

Your eyelids flutter shut, before you yank the grate up. Metal cutting into your palm, the entire grey structure creaking in protest. When it clicked in place, you took your first look around.

The door was unlocked. A door chime strewn onto the floor, ribbons and bells spreading out like a corpse. Chairs was thrown around, standing in hazardous angles in the cafe. Tables turned about on their heads, legs hanging aimlessly in the air.

A struggle had certainly taken place on your premises. Pursing your lips, you took a step inside. A clatter accompanied that step. A quick glance down revealed ceramic fragments, sharp jagged shards lining the floor. A cup handle here, the shattered remains of a plate there.

Your grip tightened over your keys, the handle pressing deep into your palm. Deep enough for you to feel the sting, skin burning alight. Another step, navigating your way through the remains of the carnage.

A sharp squeak. Hinges turning with a sharp brisk movement. Tensing your shoulders, you raise your hands defensively. Heart thumping through your chest, throwing itself against the cage of bone and flesh that kept it confided.

A glint of silver. A pair of wire-framed glasses, perched on an artisan nose. Curls of grey flowed down his scalp, gently framing his face. A bemused expression, along with a small, polite smile. The man raised both of his hands in a gesture of surrender, footsteps sharp knocks against your cafe’s floors.

You raised your keys, clasping them like knuckle-dusters. Your only weapon in this scenario. How unfortunate, really.

The male slowed at the sight of your keys. He opted to stand right in front of your counter, shaking his head. A pair of misty eyes met your eyes. It was pale, unbearably so. As if both of his pupils were filled with illusions and smoke, curling seductively within that gaze. They beckoned you closer, pleading with you to look.

Look at him.

Gritting your teeth, you scowl. You’ve seen him enchant others with that gentle gaze of his. Those poor, unfortunate souls, as he called them. He’ll led them in an elaborate little dance, guiding them deeper, and deeper into his world.

Once you’ve realised just how far you’ve gone, it’s too late. There’s no turning back. The water hits you at once, the unbearable weight crushing your back, waves filling every crevice of your body. The ocean rushes into your nostrils, lungs set ablaze.

Oh, he’ll find a use for you, even after you’re gone. Human bodies sell well, if you know the right people. He always said that, before shooting you a sly little wink. As if it was a private joke both of you shared.

It disgusted you then. It’ll disgust you now.

Your voice thundered out from your gut, almost an animalistic growl.

“What are you doing here, Ashengrotto?”

A quick, theatrical clutch at his chest.

“Ah, I thought we were on a first name basis, my dear. It’s rather cold, hearing you call me that.”

You take another step forward.

“Answer the question, Azul.”

Azul’s lips twitched upwards, a crafty little grin. His hands clasped together, silk gloves covering both of his palms.

“I’m simply doing my part as a wonderful citizen of this beautiful city.”

“By breaking and entering?”

A light-hearted chuckle, as artificial as they came. Laced with something sinister. The sound sent chills racing down your spine, a chill spreading through its base.

“By ensuring that nothing happens to your lovely little store.”

The door was flung open once more. Slamming against the wall behind. A lanky figure leapt out of your kitchen, arms outstretched. They reached for you, engulfing you in their embrace.

A putrid metallic scent flooded your nostrils, stinging every last inch of your nose. Something warm clung to your skin, a gooey crimson substance. It leaked onto your clothes, dying them a myriad of scarlet.

Hands grasped at wherever they could reach. Holding on tight, as if you were the only thing in the world. The only thing that mattered, to him.

Mismatched eyes of ember and sepia glanced down at you, the effect of which was awfully jarring. The longer you stared at both, the more unease you felt.

Jabbing a fist into his ribs, you grunt in protest. An attempt to escape his clutches, no matter how futile it might serve to be. His grip only tightened, compressing your rib cage. A squeeze, that left you feeling nothing but his chest, his skin, his breath wafting onto your scalp.

Nothing but him.

A click of a tongue, slightly disgruntled. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Azul shaking his head. Brows creased into a frown. A much more genuine expression from the smile he greeted you with.

Despite yourself, you had to snort.

Guess the asshole had some heart after all.

“Floyd, I believe you’ve squeezed them for long enough.”

“Awww… but I’m so tired, Azul,”

Floyd groaned, yanking you closer to him. His voice trailed off into a petulant whine, stretching out Azul’s name in a plea. A childish tone, which contrasted heavily with the words that came right afterwards.

“The guy wasn’t easy to kill.”

Your blood ran cold. Stifling a cry, you thrusted the keys into his body, not caring where you hit. Floyd released you with a grunt, backing away. His eyes flicker to yours, a spark of maniac glee flaring to life.

“Shrimpy’s got a mean bite!”

Swinging to your left, you make a beeline to your counter. Shoes kicking aside all the debris, the stench of blood clinging onto your arms, your clothes. Stains, lingering wherever Floyd touched you. Marks of crimson that bloomed on your skin.

Ghastly flowers of scarlet, a mark of sin.

Hands slamming against the cool surface, you fumble under it desperately. Fingers tracing every inch of the counter, praying to whatever listened. Hoping to find the sturdy hilt of your pistol, locked and loaded.

Anything to protect yourself from them.

“Oya, oya. Looking for something?”

A deep chuckle, venom dripping with every sllyable. A hiss in your ears, acid dissolving every last trace of hope in that throbbing heart of yours.

A weight settled deep in your gut, plunging it into the darkness of the abyss. Whipping around, you came face to face with your pistol.

Angled directly under your chin. The metal was cold. Ice cold. Pressing into your skin, forcing your head upwards.

Forcing you to look at him. Jade Leech, with that dastardly smirk flickering over his lips. That painfully patronising gaze he gave you. There was pity in his eyes, yet even that was overshadowed by the cruel amusement twinkling within.

Arms snaked around your waist, Floyd taking hold once more. The sound of a single person’s applause, as Azul strolled to your immobilised form. Carefully, his fingers reached for your hand.

Deftly lifting it up, prising your fingers loose from your keys. One, by one. From the silk of his gloves, you could still feel the cut of his nails. Digging into the back of your palm, a warning.

Don’t move.

Don’t resist.

Not like you could, not with Jade pointing your own gun back at you, and Floyd’s arms tight around your waist. You couldn’t even breathe, let alone struggle against Azul’s touch. Horrible, how every graze of his fingers made your skin crawl, goosebumps bursting alive on both your arms respectively.

Eventually, he prises the keys free. Plucking them from your hand, Azul twirls it around his finger. They clatter, a cheerful chime. Before he pockets it, hiding them from your view.

“You don’t need these. Not anymore.”

Tilting his hand to the side, Jade drags the end of the gun up the side of your cheek. The very edge of the barrel tracing the curve of your face. Jade hums when it does this, a soft little melody.

As if it was his palm that was tenderly caressing your cheek, not a pistol. He chuckles, a careless sound, as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“We’ve decided that this neighbourhood is a little too dangerous for you. We would hate if you got hurt, darling.”

The last words were whispered in a sultry purr that made bile rise up your throat. The acidity lapping at your tongue, threatening to spill over at any moment.

Floyd squeezed your form, a little more firmly then what would be considered affectionate. It was more like how an eel would strangle prey, then an action of love. Was there a difference between the two for him? You were starting to doubt so.

His chin rested on your shoulder, as Floyd nuzzled into the crook of neck. His fangs brushing over your neck every so slightly, blades gliding across your skin. Just barely shy of piercing through, drawing blood.

As if you weren’t drenched enough.

“We’re taking you home, Shrimpy!”

Your eyes narrowed, scowl deepening. A headache was starting to form, the pain already gnawing at the very corner of your brain. Home? Certainly not yours.

A snarl tore itself free from your throat, a guttural sound.

“Let me go, you three.”

A sigh from Jade. A moan from Floyd, and a silent tut-tut-tut from Azul. All three of them fixed their eyes on you, a unspoken threat in their gaze.

“Neeeh? I don’t think so, shrimpy.”

Floyd hissed, nails digging deeper into your flesh.

“After all we’ve done for you, love? That’s a little cold.”

Jade crooned.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be safe, with us.”

Azul reassured you, with a sickeningly sweet tone that grated your eardrums.

They were the shadows of this world.

Men who lived in the dark, where the only law was the desire of these twisted individuals. What they wanted, they got with their own two hands.

It’s a pity that they set their sights on you.

[gimmethatagustd]

venor (2) | kth + jjk

The barista at the university's café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.

○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut

○ Word Count: 4,364

○ Warnings: None

○ Notes: I miss hanging out at coffee shops pretending to do my homework in college, honestly. Take me back.

○ Post Date: February 11, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Cross-Post

○ What was Jai listening to? The series playlist

The start of the semester is a disaster, to say the least. Jungkook quickly realizes he didn’t pay enough attention to Yoongi’s campus tour. 

Despite the seemingly clear distinction between the two halves of campus, Jungkook gets lost. On his first day, he accidentally shows up to the wrong class. Not only is it embarrassing that he sits down in a psychology class when he’s supposed to be in a computer science class but it’s also a predator class. 

Jungkook has never felt his face burn as hotly as it does when he leaves the classroom – which takes entirely too long since he chose to sit at the front of the room. He grips his backpack by the straps and holds his head high despite his pinkening cheeks.

It doesn’t help that a rumble of dark chuckles, snickers, and a few whistles follow him out the door. In his periphery, Jungkook thinks he spots one of the predators that had been in the group with the tiger hybrid. It’s the wolf who commented on showing Jungkook around – which, apparently, had something to do with his knot. 

(Jungkook looked up knots on the internet later that night and was, to put it simply, scandalized.) 

Jungkook flings the classroom door open and slips out of the classroom, but not fast enough to have missed the wolf. He shoves his tongue against the inside of his cheek and makes an obscene gesture with his fist. 

Lovely. 

The thing about Jeon Jungkook is that he has never let anything stop him. No amount of inappropriate comments or intimidation tactics will prevent him from having a fulfilling college experience. Predators be damned! 

Once Jungkook memorizes his class routes, the next step is to establish a routine. This is an essential part of college life, considering Jungkook has a habit of getting a bit… off track. It’s only been a few weeks, and Yoongi has already commented on what he has dubbed Jungkook’s “loading face” that pops up whenever he gets lost in thought. Jungkook thinks Yoongi is being playful and not mean when he calls it that, but he can’t be entirely sure.

Still, Jungkook understands this aspect of his personality, so he’s very pleased with himself when he finally figures out what to do with the random gap of time in his daily schedule in the afternoons between his last class of the day and the start of his shift working at the campus library. 

-

Across the street from the east side of campus is a little coffeehouse called Venor Cafe. Jungkook, never being one to study languages, doesn’t think much of the establishment’s name as he stops at the chalkboard A-frame sign on the sidewalk outside the cafe’s front door. The large, bubbly handwriting advertising discounted flavored drinks for college students catches Jungkook’s eye. He’s a broke college kid living far from home, and he hasn’t eaten lunch yet – he might as well take advantage of what little rewards his student ID can get him. 

The shop isn’t one that Yoongi included in his list of restaurants for Jungkook to try, but Jungkook remembers Yoongi mentioning wanting to cut back on his coffee intake. Perhaps that’s why the nearby coffeehouse isn’t on the list. 

The bell hanging above the front door chimes when Jungkook slowly opens the door and slips through. It’s dimly lit inside the cafe, with most of the light coming from the large front windows facing the street. It takes a few seconds for Jungkook’s eyes to adjust after being in the summer sun. The air conditioning is welcomed, as is the array of mouthwatering aromas that greet Jungkook as he ventures further into the building. Something about the rich smell of ground coffee beans and sharp spices like nutmeg and chai makes Jungkook’s skin tingle. 

Wooden tables with colorful, mismatched chairs are placed throughout the cafe. A large couch and a few well-worn leather armchairs crowd around a glass coffee table in the corner of the room near the register. Jungkook sits at a table by the front door to look out of the large windows and people-watch. 

Removing his backpack, Jungkook places it on the empty chair opposite his seat and pulls it closer to him for easier access. The metal scrapes against the concrete floor, making Jungkook cringe.

It’s strangely quiet in the cafe. Chill lo-fi music plays from the overhead speakers, but it’s quiet enough that Jungkook almost doesn’t notice it. Somewhere in a back room, he can pick up on dishes clattering in a sink and the murmur of voices, and there’s the hum of machines behind the front counter. 

Surprisingly, the cafe is nearly empty. There’s no one at the counter, and Jungkook spots only one other occupied table toward the back of the cafe where what looks like three college students sit, hunched over laptops. Maybe it’s dead in the cafe because other students are still in class. 

Since there’s still no sign of any employees, Jungkook ignores the rumbling in his stomach and pulls out a tablet and stylus. He uses a napkin to brush off the little crumbs on the table and gets to work on his latest project. It’s a comic, less Marvel and more BL manhwa webtoon, and nothing he plans to show the world. Drawing is a creative outlet for Jungkook when he’s tired of writing code all day. Sometimes, he comes up with a story to tell, but he usually just likes taking little scenes from his everyday life and adding something to them that makes the world feel a bit more exciting and much less ordinary. 

A part of Jungkook wishes he’d decided to attend a university for graphic arts rather than computer science. Unfortunately, the promise of a high-paying, stable job and his pushy parents makes him stick with the path he has paved for himself. 

The sudden harsh sound of a coffee grinder startles Jungkook, forcing his gaze from his half-finished drawing to the cafe’s long counter. From this angle, Jungkook has to look over a glass case displaying various baked goods to see the employee behind the counter, who is now adding to the noise by brandishing a whirring frother. All Jungkook catches a glimpse of is a puff of coppery curls, but that, paired with the sudden earthy scent of summer rain, is enough to make Jungkook jump from his seat. 

Jungkook has to say something cool. In the few steps it takes to approach the register, Jungkook has gone through about seven hundred options. He reminds himself that this is a totally normal scenario. He’s just a guy at a cafe to get a sandwich and a latte. The barista is just a guy working part-time to get through college. That’s it. There’s no reason for Jungkook’s hands to be clammy or for his heart to stutter as he leans against the counter, wide eyes tracking the tiger prowling on the opposite side. 

Taehyung.

The barista is close enough for Jungkook to read his nametag, close enough for Jungkook to see the little beauty marks dotting his face like constellations or little flecks of chocolate on caramel skin. Sweet. 

“Hi–” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“Um…” Jungkook resists the urge to shrink away from the counter, the harshness of the barista’s question digging into his flesh like sharpened talons. “Coffee?” 

So uncool. 

Taehyung’s striped tiger ears lay flat, disappearing into his curls, and his sharp eyes flit toward the group of people sitting in the corner of the cafe.

He looks so much bigger now than he had before. Maybe the apron he wears accentuates his proportions, showing off how broad his shoulders are and how prominent his chest is. Jungkook can’t help but follow his body, taking note of the raised veins of his forearms and his large hands compared to the coffee mug he holds between them. There’s an elastic hair tie around his wrist. Jungkook imagines what it would be like to play with his curls and tie them back out of his pretty face. 

“You’re new, right?” Taehyung asks, pulling Jungkook out of his stupor. His voice is rich and deep, like the chocolate mocha Jungkook is considering ordering. 

“Oh, you remember me.” 

They slip out, words meant to remain a thought but escaped before Jungkook could stop them. He feels his face grow hot, but the little smirk that tugs at Taehyung’s lips makes his stomach flip. 

“Of course I do.” Taehyung sets down the ceramic mug, now dry from him rubbing it down with a clean cloth. With his palms flat on the counter, Taehyung leans forward. “Couldn’t forget a pretty little bunny like you, could I?” 

No one has ever spoken to Jungkook with such blatant flirtation before. At least, Jungkook thinks Taehyung is flirting with him. There’s already a little imaginary Yoongi on his shoulder telling him that Taehyung is a predator who is more likely hunting than he is flirting, but Jungkook would rather watch Taeyung’s tongue swipe across his bottom lip than pay attention to what the Yoongi in his subconscious is saying. 

“Thank you?” Jungkook asks with a little scrunch of his nose, an expression that accentuates his front teeth. “I think?” 

Taehyung’s gaze drops to the counter as he laughs lowly with a slow shake of his head. 

“Here’s the thing, bun,” Taehyung’s fingers tap against the marble counter in tune with the music overhead. Jungkook can’t help but admire how long and pretty they are. “You can’t be here.”

Jungkook is so caught up in the new nickname that he almost forgets to ask, “Wait, why?” 

“You’re on the east side. Predators only.” Everything about Taehyung’s presence is intimidating as he utters those simple words, but Jungkook can’t find it in him to be afraid, even as a chill creeps down his spine. “And judging by those floppy ears and little cotton-ball tail, I’d take it you don’t belong over here.”

The bell above the front door rings, interrupting Jungkook’s response. It’s for the best; Jungkook isn’t even sure how he would have responded to such an embarrassing read. All he can think about is how Taehyung managed to notice his tail, which he thought was hidden by his baggy t-shirt. The floppy bunny ears are inescapable, unfortunately. They’re smaller than other rabbit hybrids but still there, with black fur that doesn’t quite blend in well with his hair. 

Two snake hybrids get in line behind Jungkook. He doesn’t look at them, even though his curiosity makes him want to. They’re whispering to each other with words that slip around Jungkook’s eardrums. They’re whispering about him. 

With a sigh, Taehyung straightens his posture. He drapes the rag over one shoulder and gives Jungkook a stony expression. 

“Please leave.” 

“What?” Jungkook’s eyebrows lift into his bangs. “I haven’t even ordered my coffee yet!” 

Taehyung’s jaw flexes as he hollows his cheeks, gaze sliding from Jungkook’s face to the snake hybrids behind him. 

“You’re taking it to-go. What do you want?” 

“What do you recommend?”

“I don’t drink coffee.” 

“Then why–” Jungkook presses his lips together and tries not to laugh at the desperate look on Taehyung’s face. “Never mind, just an iced mocha latte, please. And one of those.” Jungkook points to the sandwich he wants. 

After paying, Jungkook steps to the side to let the snake hybrids order. By this point, another employee appears from the back room. He’s a panther hybrid with a silky-looking tail and rounded ears. His pale eyes lock on Jungkook, and his lips curl into a scowl when Jungkook smiles. The poor guy clearly woke up on the wrong side of the bed. 

The panther takes over the register so Taehyung can finish making Jungkook’s order. When Taehyung hands Jungkook his drink and sandwich, his fingers brush against Jungkook’s palm. The touch leaves Jungkook’s entire arm tingling long after he’s packed up his backpack and left the cafe to head toward the library. 

Sure, it wasn’t an ideal first meeting with Taehyung. Jungkook even forgot to tell Taehyung his name! But now Jungkook knows there’s the possibility they’ll cross paths again, especially since Venor Cafe’s food is pretty good, and it’s only a short walk from the library. Maybe this little cafe can be part of Jungkook’s routine, too.

-

Later that night, after an uneventful shift at the library, Jungkook still buzzes from the high of seeing his mystery tiger hybrid for the second time. It’s almost too much for his little body to contain, and he struggles to keep his cool when Yoongi eventually gets home from his part-time job at a local record store. 

“Jungkook,” Yoongi sighs with his head in his hands, “I specifically told you not to go over there.” 

“Yeah, but it was fine.” Jungkook slurps more noodles, unintentionally spraying little droplets of broth on the kitchen table. It’s an instant ramen kind of night. Luckily, Yoongi is a decent cook, so he added shrimp and fresh vegetables to the broth to “elevate it,” in his words. 

“You said people were gossiping about you at the cafe! How is that fine?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Maybe they’ve never interacted much with prey either. You never know.”

Yoongi gives Jungkook a deadpan expression. “You’re being too naive.” 

Maybe Jungkook is naive, but he prefers that over pessimism. Life is too short to be worried so much. Yoongi already acts like an old man. 

Yoongi pushes his empty bowl away and opens his laptop again. Bulky headphones wrap around his neck and rest on his collarbones. The headphones are designed to fit his ears much better than any headphones Jungkook has used. Jungkook can hear some type of electronic music beeping and thrumming from them—the life of a music major. Jungkook doesn’t understand it, but he respects it. 

Until transferring to his new university, Jungkook had never been the type to stay up late. It seems that little parts of Yoongi’s personality are rubbing off on Jungkook because he has found himself working on assignments well into the night to keep Yoongi company while he works on his music. 

After a few minutes of silence, with only the sound of the two men clicking around on their laptops echoing through the quiet kitchen, Jungkook finally lets out the little secret he was hiding when he relayed his earlier cafe adventures to Yoongi. 

“I saw the pretty tiger again.” 

Yoongi groans loudly, pulling his headphones off again. He gives Jungkook another judgemental look that does nothing to curb the giddiness stirring in Jungkook’s chest. 

“You need to stop.” 

“Why?” Jungkook whines. Moving his laptop, he folds his arms on the table and rests his head on them. “He’s so pretty, hyung. He’s got these sharp eyes that dip a little in the corners. When he smiles, his mouth makes this, like, rectangle shape that may sound weird, but it’s so cute in person and, like, not at all scary. Well, he is kind of scary, but not in a bad way. It’s actually kind of hot. And he smells so good–” 

“Jungkook!” Yoongi presses his palms to his cheeks and stares at Jungkook with a look that borders on horrified. “This never works, okay? Predators and prey aren’t meant to go together; we’re literally hardwired to avoid them. They’re gross, disrespectful, and aggressive. They let their animal sides totally control them. He was probably trying to come onto you!” 

With a roll of his eyes, Jungkook huffs. “Taehyung is nice. I can feel it. Besides, I could kick a predator’s ass if I needed to. I do kickboxing, remember?” 

Yoongi ignores the kickboxing part, commenting, “Oh, so you’re on a first-name basis with a tiger now?”

Jungkook’s cheeks heat up, and he responds a bit too quickly. 

“Yes!” 

Sort of. 

Yoongi doesn’t need to know the details about that.

“Whatever, I warned you. Don’t come crying to me when he turns out to be a douchebag,” Yoongi grumbles and refocuses on his laptop. 

It’s a discouraging conversation, but Jungkook doesn’t let Yoongi’s grumpiness dissuade him. He has seen a predator-prey relationship work out; at least, so far, it has. There’s a girl in one of his classes, a mouse hybrid with the cutest ears that twitch whenever someone makes a loud noise and a flighty but sweet personality. Jungkook knows for a fact that she’s dating a fox hybrid; he saw the two of them holding hands in the library– the only place on campus that isn’t separated by hybrid type. They are adorable. The way her boyfriend looks at her is with love, not intimidation. 

Other students whisper about them, primarily predators who disapprove of their relationship, but it doesn’t seem like the couple cares about what others have to say. 

Jungkook doesn’t care, either. Maybe he’s getting ahead of himself, considering Taehyung doesn’t even know his name, but he’s determined to befriend the tiger, at least. Something about him makes it difficult for Jungkook to let him go. 

Undeterred, Jungkook spends the rest of the night finishing assignments that aren’t even due yet; that way, he knows he has time to kill tomorrow before his work shift. He’ll go back to Venor Cafe and properly introduce himself to Taehyung. He’ll prove that he’s more than the stereotypes about prey. He’s accepting of all people and unafraid to make friends with people who aren’t like him.

-

Jungkook’s chance to improve Taehyung’s first impression of him comes sooner than expected and in an unlikely place. 

On Tuesdays and Thursdays, Jungkook’s last class of the day is a random elective he chose because he had the room to add a fun class to his schedule. It’s an Art History class, specifically one that focuses on ancient Egyptian art and mythology. As someone who appreciates art and dabbles in it, Jungkook enjoys the class, even though he’s one of the few third-year students out of a lecture hall of primarily first-years. Stuff like that has never bothered him; Jungkook just likes to learn. He doesn’t care if people think he’s weird for being older or for choosing a course that has nothing to do with his major studies. 

As is the case with all his classes, Jungkook likes to sit at the front of the lecture hall. It’s a little life hack since he’s self-aware enough to know that paying attention can be difficult. The closer he is to the professor and the learning materials, the easier it is to focus. If he sits in the back, there will be too many other things to distract him. 

Unfortunately, today, Jungkook is late. 

His previous computer science class ends late, and Jungkook has to sprint across campus to get to the Humanities building. With the weather still clinging to the summer heat, Jungkook gives himself a moment to stand outside the classroom doors to catch his breath and hopefully let his sweat dry. The only thing more embarrassing than showing up to class late is showing up sweaty and panting. 

Flapping his t-shirt to get some circulation, Jungkook takes a deep breath, adjusts his backpack, and slips into the lecture hall as quietly as possible. He doesn’t bother being strategic about where he sits; there’s no way he’s going to draw further attention to himself by walking to the front of the room. 

He drops into the first empty seat at the end of the last row. It’s far from ideal, but only a few students turn their heads to look at him, so Jungkook takes it as a small victory. 

Taking out a notebook and pen, Jungkook tries to figure out where the class is at in the lecture. He didn’t miss much, but it’s hard for him to catch up when the adrenaline of needing to sprint to class is still flowing through his veins. 

What makes it worse is that only a few minutes after he calms down, the door to the lecture hall opens again. Another late student with few seating options, it’s no surprise that they take the seat next to Jungkook. 

What is surprising is that the person is a certain fluffy-haired barista. 

More heads turn this time, and a few whispers create a quiet buzz throughout the room. The professor continues the lesson on hieroglyphics – the part of the course that Jungkook is the most excited to learn about – but Jungkook hardly notices. All he can do is stare at Taehyung. 

He wants to say something, but they’re in the middle of class, and Jungkook has no idea what he would say.

Hello? Why are you in a class for prey students? Why are you here when school started three weeks ago? Why is your profile so pretty? Did God personally sculpt the slope of your nose and the pout of your bottom lip? Are there little beauty marks scattered all over your body or just on your face? 

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook tries to force out the delusion in his brain and focus on the ancient symbols the professor shows on the screen. He’s being weird; he doesn’t even know Taehyung. He’s fawning over the first predator he’s ever spoken to, and it’s weird. 

Jungkook needs to be normal about this. 

Except, he can’t. 

He’s just so intrigued by Taehyung. Yoongi’s scolding replays in the back of Jungkook’s mind, but he can’t see what the big deal is. Taehyung is just like all the prey hybrids in the room. He takes notes in a leather-bound notebook as though he’s always been in this class. When he isn’t writing, he brings his pencil to his mouth and gently bites on the eraser with his front teeth. It should be gross, but Jungkook finds it endearing. Here is this big, intimidating predator nibbling on the end of his pencil and practicing writing his name in hieroglyphs. 

If Taehyung notices Jungkook staring at him, he doesn’t show it. His eyes never stray from the front of the room unless he’s looking down to take notes. He sits slightly slumped in his seat, with his thighs spread as far as they can. He’s too big for the furniture and is clearly uncomfortable, Jungkook realizes. Prey are typically much smaller. Even Jungkook, who works out religiously, is smaller than Taehyung. Something about it makes Jungkook’s stomach feel weird. 

“Jungkook?” 

Blinking away the blur of his vision, Jungkook looks up at the mouse hybrid with the fox boyfriend, Suyun. She gives Jungkook a puzzled look, ears wiggling and nose scrunched the way Jungkook’s nose often does. Suyun is the only other third-year student in the class, so Jungkook usually sits with her… when he’s on time. 

“Yeah?”

“Class is over… I thought maybe I could go over my notes from the first part of the lecture with you since you missed it.” 

“Oh, um, yes, please!” Jungkook shoves his stuff into his backpack and stands up, twisting around to see that Taehyung is already gone. How had Jungkook blanked for half the lecture? 

“Want to go to the library?” 

Suyun leads the way out of the lecture hall. As they pass through the doors, Jungkook realizes that Taehyung is speaking with the professor at the front of the room. For a moment, Taehyung’s gaze meets Jungkook’s, but Suyun quickly ushers Jungkook into the hall. 

“Do you know that student? The tiger hybrid?” Jungkook asks as they leave the Humanities building and walk to the library. 

Suyun shakes her head. “Do you think I know all the predators just because I’m dating Jackson?” 

It’s a teasing question, but Jungkook ducks his head in shame. He shouldn’t have made the assumption. 

“Sorry, that was silly.” 

“It’s okay. I actually assumed the two of you were friends or something,” Suyun says with a shrug. She carries her things in a tote bag that is half her size. It swings dangerously when she rounds a corner. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, he kept looking at you like he knew you,” Suyun explains, though Jungkook doesn’t understand what she means. “Wanna get a study room so we won’t have to deal with all the noisy predators?” 

Jungkook nods and follows along with Suyun’s plans, too busy mulling over her words to help them plan their study session. He supposes he won’t have time to go to the cafe before his shift, but maybe that’s for the best. It might be weird to see Taehyung three times in less than twenty-four hours, even though the second time wasn’t Jungkook’s fault. 

“Are predators even allowed to take prey classes?” Jungkook asks as Suyun leads him up the library stairs. 

She takes a moment to think, letting out a soft hum. The study rooms are on the second floor, away from the chaos of the library’s main level, where the predators tend to hang out. They pick one of the smaller rooms since it’s just the two of them, equipped with a single table and a few chairs, plus a whiteboard mounted on the wall. 

“They can, but I'm pretty sure it’s only for special circumstances. Like, if they really need the class and it’s only offered at a certain time or they’re trying to graduate early. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it happen, though.” 

Jungkook sits down beside Suyun at the table and waits patiently for her to get out her notebook. He wonders what’s so important about Art History that Taehyung must take it with a bunch of prey. 

“Do you think it’s awkward? Being the only predator in a class?” Jungkook wonders aloud. The question makes Suyun laugh. 

“Nah, they’re all so self-assured. That guy’s probably loving the attention he’s getting from it. Everyone was talking about him after class.” 

Something akin to jealousy flares in Jungkook’s chest, but he does his best to stamp it down. What does he have to feel jealous about? 

“Yeah, probably,” Jungkook agrees half-heartedly. 

Suyun gives him a strange look but doesn’t push the conversation further, which Jungkook is grateful for. He’s not sure what he’s feeling anymore, but he knows his Tuesdays and Thursdays will be much more interesting now.

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Vulture!Wednesday AU Part - 10

Monday morning arrived, and as Wednesday Addams reflected, she realized a grave mistake had been made. People were watching her, whispering behind her back when they thought she couldn't hear, and sometimes even when they knew she could. Strangely, not all the whispers were negative, which added to the intrigue. Deciding to brush it off, she carried on with her day, though it was frustrating to deal with the opinions of the remaining club members about what had transpired.

Xavier continuously pestered her about her well-being and advised her to stay away from "Normies," while Beany Boy complimented her, finding her demeanor "cool." Eugene, thankfully, had remained silent, sparing her from yet another unsolicited opinion. Little did she know that the magnitude of her error would soon be revealed during Bianca's shift.

"Good morning, afternoon, or evening, dear listeners, depending on when and where you are tuning in! Welcome to 'Undercurrent Trends', the radio show where we dive deep into the mysterious depths of what's trending. I'm your host, and together, we'll explore the currents shaping our ever-changing world," Bianca presented her program. "Today, we have someone truly remarkable joining us – you might have already seen her, as she made waves on the Internet. I'm talking, of course, about one of our fellow students here at Nevermore, Wednesday Addams!"

Wednesday's eyes widened, her heart sinking as Bianca gestured for her to come forward. If looks could kill, the glare Wednesday shot at Bianca would've wiped out her entire bloodline. The siren smiled as Kent brought a chair and a pair of headsets for Wednesday, who reluctantly put them on.

The setup for the studio was simple. A table, microphone, a couple of chairs, and a console in the middle connected to the DJ's table near them.

"Thank you, Bianca. It's good to be here," Wednesday replied, trying to maintain her composure.

"Wednesday, let's get right into it. You claim that you were acting in self-defense, but many believe your actions were extreme. Wouldn't you agree at least that you took it too far?" Bianca inquired.

"I claim nothing," Wednesday replied firmly.

"Well, you might not, but the response to the video of your attack has certainly divided the public's opinion," Bianca continued. "Some are calling you a criminal, others are saying you didn't do enough. What do you think?"

"Considering the seriousness of the threat, I calibrated my response accordingly," Wednesday replied, choosing her words carefully.

"Did you?" Bianca took out a piece of paper and began reading. "A broken kneecap, injured throat, second-degree burns, and a shattered ankle, how did you assess the level of force used?"

"I based myself on the experiences I, as an Outcast like yourself, have endured."

"And that's how you justify those injuries? Aren't you worried how this might be seen by the rest of the city or how it might reflect on the rest of your schoolmates? Schoolmates who can, in turn, take your actions as a sign that it's okay to injure the rest of the citizens?"

"If any student or teacher in Nevermore had ever felt the urge to attack a Normie under any circumstance they would've done so already," Wednesday replied firmly. "In the same way some of the Normies have already done so to Outcasts over the centuries."

"So you say we're better then."

"I say this: me and two other schoolmates decided to go to a cafe, one owned by Normies and operated by them. The trio who came didn't come for us but for the barista, a fellow Normie," Wednesday explained, her voice steady. "When one of my schoolmates decided to step in to help, the trio attacked their prey. I have encountered this behavior before: predators toying with their prey. For the sake of my schoolmate as well as the barista and the rest of the patrons, I disarmed the situation. Whether you believe my methods were too extreme or not, I don't care. My schoolmates were safe, and the barista was spared any more damage to himself."

"How magnanimous of you."

"You think this is about my ego, but it's not. Personally, I'm indifferent about the relation between the two groups. My actions aren't a reflection of every Outcast who exists, but my own," Wednesday continued, her tone resolute. "What mattered most was that someone, regardless of their background, was in distress and required help. In those critical moments, my schoolmate and I instinctively responded to the situation. We didn't contemplate the potential repercussions or the opinions of others."

"And yet, opinions have risen. Why don't we listen to a few of our callers?" Bianca replied and Kent cut the microphones and started playing some music.

"What are you planning?" Wednesday asked as the music began.

"I'm giving people what they want, discussing the hot topics of the day... business as usual," Bianca offered a smile so sweet it could have been mistaken for genuine. "Now pay attention, the phones are ringing."

Wednesday rarely regretted her decisions, but right now she had two: setting up the radio to transmit online and to receive phone calls. Proficiency in one's job shouldn't be punished, at least not her.

"Hello and welcome to 'Undercurrent Trends,' what's on your mind?" Bianca pressed a button on the console, and a middle-aged man's voice sounded in their headset. Wednesday steeled her resolve; whatever game Bianca was trying to play, she refused to be a part of it.

"Yeah, I just want to know what gives you the right to use your powers on a bunch of kids being kids," the man said.

"My powers aren't of the physical variety, and those 'kids,' as you called them, are old enough to know assault is a crime," Wednesday replied before Bianca had the chance to start.

"Bullshit!"

"If your scale of power is based on bone fractures, it's a woefully limited perspective. What I did can be accomplished by any human being without the help of supernatural crutches," Wednesday replied.

"Yeah, right, why don't I go to your school of freaks and test if you break too, freak?"

"If you're as strong as you're articulate, I'll have to clear my schedule for the rest of the month. Next." Wednesday pressed the button on the console, and the call ended.

Bianca stared at her with a mix of surprise and amusement before pressing another button.

"Hello and welcome to 'Undercurrent Trends,' what's on your mind?"

"Why do you people have to go around causing trouble?" This time the voice belonged to a young-sounding woman.

"What you call trouble is the fight of those who don't fit in the definition of 'normal' by a small minority in positions of power who have the delusion of being the arbiters of what's good and bad based solely on their feelings. Focus on living your lives, and we'll do the same. Next." Wednesday ended the call.

"'Undercurrent Trends,'" Bianca said as she left the call to continue.

"Where did you learn to fight like that?" This time the voice was younger, almost prepubescent.

"I took lessons. Next."

One by one, Wednesday attended to every call, countering any hostility with a composed and brief response. Bianca eventually relinquished her active role, opting to relax in her chair, radiating smug satisfaction as she enjoyed the show. Despite her intentions, Wednesday's patience was gradually eroding due to one insidious question after another.

"Why do you people run around like you deserve to be here? You don't contribute to society, just walking around asking we make exceptions for you. My family has served this country for years, ever since the First World War. What have any of you done for us?" The voice of a middle-aged man barked at her.

"We don't advertise ourselves because until the product of the Strategic Scientific Reserve known as Captain America came to be, using our abilities tended to attract mobs of ignorant, overzealous cretins who'd kill them or worse. Even though vampires assisted the Allies during the second world war."

"What?!"

"Next time you go to celebrate your heroes, ask Captain America about the alliance with the Kingdom of the Night to protect the allies from night raids. The government didn't just make deals with the mafia at the time." Upon hearing the answer, the man made a vague noise. Even Bianca was left with her mouth slightly open in surprise.

Wednesday smiled as she stared into Bianca. Her hand slowly reached the button as she savored the moment.

"Next."

"What's the difference between Outcasts and superheroes?" A small child asked.

"We were here first. Next," came the reply.

"If you are such good guys, why don't you help with all the supercrime? Like with the Spider?" The speaker's voice lacked clear gender markers, leaving me guessing whether it was a man or a woman speaking.

"Super crime, as you so eloquently put it, has been a bunch of criminals getting their hands on technology derived from the alien invasion. And as for this, what did you say, Spider? What crimes have been committed that have you crying for justice?" Wednesday replied.

"She's a vigilante!" the voice shouted.

"Has her actions brought any damage to everyday people? Granted, I'm not one to indulge in the cesspit that is social media, but I have yet to hear a single thing about this 'vigilante'. Bianca, you know more than me about this, what has the Spider done lately?" She turned to see Bianca as if suddenly pulled by an invisible string, straightened her back, and sat with newfound composure.

"Oh, uhm." Wednesday didn't even try to hide her satisfaction as Bianca struggled to get her phone and scrolled by the news. "The Spider, she... just stopped the robbery of an armored truck."

"Good for her," Wednesday shrugged.

"So the outcasts are with the heroes?"

"Why not?" Wednesday replied. "Captain America isn't a member of the army anymore, Iron Man certainly isn't. Hulk and the other two who were there when the invasion started? If to support them is to support vigilantes then, yes, we are."

"That's not the same! I'm from San Francisco and everyone knows the Spider paid the people who robbed those places to appear as the hero!"

"Then give me evidence. Hard evidence. Give me the confession of one of those robbers in court, under oath, claiming such was the case. Can you provide that? Or give me a link to where I can see and hear the person confessing their affiliation?"

Silence.

"Then stop wasting my time and everyone else's. Next."

But no new call came, instead music began to play. Both girls turned to Kent but instead found Weems, panting and puffing, sweat glistening on her forehead as she tried to calm her breath after what seemed to be a vigorous run.

"My office. Now." Weems panted.

And so, Wednesday and Bianca trailed Weems all the way to her office, the bustle of students scattering in their wake. Despite being unable to see her face, it was evident that the Headmaster was not in an amicable mood. With a forceful gesture, she ushered the pair into her office and slammed the door shut. The sharp sound made Bianca flinch, but Wednesday noticed something peculiar – the landline phone on the desk appeared to have been torn out, not by a bladed instrument, but by sheer force.

Weems sat behind her desk, attempting to create the illusion of inner peace, but her facade was visibly cracking even before she spoke her first word.

"Well, that was quite a segment you two made, didn't you?" Weems struggled to keep her composure, resisting the urge to scream at them with every word she uttered. "It certainly brought some attention."

Wednesday replied.

Weems lips pressed into a small line it almost looked as her mouth had disappeared.

"Headmaster." Bianca began but Weems raised a finger at her and she shut up.

"Why did you think revealing the fact the government already knew about us and the deals made in history was a good idea?" Weems asked, her eyes going from one girl to the other. She continued before any of them could reply. "Do you have any idea the number of phone calls I received after you said that? The number of conspiracy nuts, the reporters from those little newspapers no one buys claiming 'an alien stole my husband's skin'? Or perhaps the one from the Black Court from Wallachia itself?"

"I was trying to help defuse the situation, Headmaster." Bianca smiled nervously. "I had no idea she would hijack the show!"

"If by 'defuse' you mean left me to answer phone calls without asking for my consent, then yes, that's what you did." Wednesday replied without sparing a glance at Bianca. "You're missing the point."

"And what, pray tell, it's the 'point'." Weems fumed.

"You said it before, Normies hate us. They hate us because across their history we've been the unknown, the thing they threaten their children to behave with. It's a mathematical equation: a subject not fully understood plus fear of the unknown leads to panic, mistrust and violence." Wednesday replied, her tone became more intense with each moment.

"You revealed, on air, that their government has lied to them. You cannot imagine the repercussions this will bring onto this school" Weems leaned over her desk as if she was about to jump at Wednesday's throat.

"Then let's use it to our advantage. They know the story their government told them, now you can tell them our side. You could bring representatives and give lectures to all the Normies who want to hear and they'll spread their views to others. You can make us more 'human' in their eyes"

Weems seethed in anger and slammed her fist on the table.

"You just pulled that out of your ass." Weems pointed her finger at Wednesday. "You can call it whatever you want, try to make it sound as logical as you want but I know this wasn't why you did it. Why either of you did it. Lucky for you, not all calls and messages were cries to kill us on sight. Some were actually interested in what you said. Not many, but some. So your little idea you just did might have some use for the school."

Wednesday smiled satisfied.

"I want a full proposal on my desk by the end of the week. Now get out."

Knowing not to kick the hornet's nest anymore, the girls left the office as swiftly as they could.

"Did you really just come up with that?" Bianca asked as she closed the office's door.

Wednesday ignored her and walked back to the tower, only stopping when a buzzing on her pocket told her Thing had sent her a message. She took her phone, a small flip phone from a company that still produced them and looked at the message.

She had a schedule now. Once every two weeks, the cars would move back and forth between those tracks carrying their precious cargo.

Her only two distractions were a proposal for Weems and a stream at the Weathervane. Easy enough. But first, she'd have to gather information on how to rob a train. It was time to perform her first séance in her new home.