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nervousdiythesimspsychic · 3 months ago

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The fox and the treasure hunters

part 12: Trapped in Memories

pairing: ateez x fox fm reader

genre: mystery, thriller, adventure

warnings: violence, dark themes, Psychological Trauma, Psychological Stress, blood and gore, Physical Danger, Suffering, Emotional Growth, Trauma,

summary: (y/n) has been on the run her whole life. She is accompanied by the spirit of a fox, which was placed in her mind by a witch. Over the years, she has learned to work alongside the fox, but the trauma of her youth runs deep. Because of this, she is wary and trusts no one. One day, eight men walk toward the village; her instincts tell her that they are here for her. Can these men earn (y/n)'s trust and pull her out of the darkness while they search for the treasure, where (y/n) turns out to be a key player in ways they never expected?

xxx Ziezo

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chapter 12: Trapped in Memories

The group moves forward in silence, searching for a safe place to catch their breath. The oppressive quiet between them is only broken by the soft rustling of leaves and the whisper of the wind. The mist has left them behind, but its traces still linger deep in their minds.

San is still carrying (y/n), her body limp against his. Her breathing has steadied, but her eyes remain closed, as if she’s not yet ready to fully let the world back in. Her fingers occasionally clutch at the fabric of his jacket, as if afraid he might disappear.

"There," Seonghwa finally says, pointing to a small clearing between the trees. "It's not perfect, but we can rest there for a while."

Mingi and Jongho quickly scan the area while the rest stay behind. Hongjoong watches Wooyoung, who still lags at the back, his gaze fixed on the ground. His shoulders hang heavy, as if the weight of his own thoughts is dragging him down.

"Wooyoung," Hongjoong says carefully, but he barely reacts. Yeosang casts him a worried glance but doesn’t know what to say.

They reach the clearing, and San carefully sets (y/n) down against a tree. She finally opens her eyes, but her gaze is unfocused, distant.

"(y/n)?" Yunho tries gently, but she doesn’t respond right away.

She seems trapped in her own world, her mind still filled with the voices of the mist. She hears the words again, those whispered voices that tried to break her trust, that reminded her of things she wanted to forget.

"These aren’t the men who held you captive. Are they new ones who will?"

Her breath catches.

"(y/n)," San says softer this time, his hand resting gently on her shoulder.

She blinks and finally looks at him, but instead of relief, there is only confusion in her eyes.

Wooyoung, who has sat down a little further away, slowly shakes his head. "This is my fault," he murmurs.

Seonghwa sighs. "That’s not true."

"I attacked her," Wooyoung snaps, his voice filled with self-disgust. "I saw her as a threat. I hurt her."

"That was the mist. Just like with Mingi, this isn’t your fault," Yeosang tries, but Wooyoung shakes his head again.

"No. The mist used something that was already inside me. A fear I didn’t even realize I had. And now…" His eyes flicker to the girl, sitting against the tree, detached from everything not saying a word to San nor Yunho. "Now she knows I don’t fully trust her."

No one knows what to say.

Hongjoong takes a deep breath and looks around at the group. "We stay here. Everyone needs rest. Then we’ll decide how to move forward."

No one argues. They don’t have a choice.

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Night has fallen, but no one seems ready to sleep. The air is heavy, thick with unspoken worries.

Hongjoong is the one who finally breaks the silence. "We knew she didn’t grow up with us. But this… this changes everything." His voice is quiet but carries a deeper meaning.

Seonghwa stares at the ground, his fingers clasped together. "The mist didn’t just attack her. It spoke directly to her. It knew her fears, her past… it knew exactly how to get to her."

Mingi slowly shakes his head. "It wasn’t lying." His voice is raw. "That mist… it twists things, makes them worse, but it doesn’t make them up." He casts a quick glance at Wooyoung, who has his knees pulled up, staring into the fire.

"She was used," Jongho says finally, his jaw tight. "Raised to fight, to kill. And the fox…" He pauses, searching for the right words. "If the mist was telling the truth, then the fox isn’t just an ability. It’s a survival mechanism. A weapon she was forced to become."

Yeosang exhales sharply. "And now she’s here, with us. But can we really expect her to trust us?"

Wooyoung clenched his jaw and held back tears. A silence falls. The flames of the fire crackle softly, but no one speaks.

"Maybe," Seonghwa finally says, "we should ask ourselves if we can trust her."

Everyone looks up—some in shock, others with a painful recognition.

"Not because she's dangerous," he quickly clarifies, "but because she’s spent her whole life learning to distrust people. Even if she wants to trust us… Yeosang is right can she?"

Hongjoong runs a hand through his hair. "What I don’t understand…" He looks at the others. "If she grew up in captivity for so long, how did she escape?"

Yeosang frowns. "The mist said she’s been here before."

Jongho nods slowly. "Maybe this swamp was her escape route. Maybe she hid here."

San, sitting against a tree with his arms crossed, looks at the rest. "That would explain why she acts differently in the mist. She’s not just afraid of it. She knows it."

Hongjoong leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "So, she was raised as a weapon. She was tortured and imprisoned. She escaped through this swamp, and now… now she’s back." He slowly shakes his head.

"Do you think that’s why she’s not saying anything?" Yeosang asks. "Because she’s afraid we’ll draw the wrong conclusion?"

Seonghwa glances in the direction where (y/n) is sitting still against the tree where San en Yunho had left her. "Or because she’s afraid we’ll draw the right one."

Silence falls. The night suddenly feels colder.

After a few moments, San stands up. "Either way," he says, "we can’t force her to talk. But what we can do is be there for her if she ever wants to."

Yunho nods and rises to his feet as well. "We can start by showing her we’re not enemies."

No one says anything, but something shifts in the atmosphere. The realization that (y/n) may never fully escape her past. That her trust isn’t something they can expect, but something they have to earn.

And the realization that, no matter how hard the mist tried, it hadn’t fully turned them against her.

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But the air around the campfire remained heavy. The mist may be gone, but its presence still lingers in their minds. No one speaks about it until Yeosang finally tosses a stick into the fire and straightens his shoulders.

"That mist…" he begins softly. "It knew exactly how to get to us."

A brief silence follows. It’s clear that everyone is thinking about it, but no one wants to be the first to voice their fears.

"It tried to lure me with my brothers." The words come unexpectedly, and it takes a moment before they realize it’s Wooyoung who spoke. He stares into the fire, his eyes dark. "I heard their voices. They asked where I was. Why I wasn’t with them. That they needed me." He swallows hard. "For a moment… I believed it."

San nods slowly, his gaze still fixed on the fire. "For me, it was my mother." His voice is flat, as if he’s trying to detach himself from the memory. "I heard her crying. She called for me, asked why I had left her alone." His fists clench. "I knew it wasn’t real, but… it sounded so real."

Mingi rests his head against his knees. "For me, it was… failure." His breath catches for a moment. "The mist showed me a version of myself that let everyone down. Every mission failed. You were all in danger because I wasn’t strong enough. You left me behind because I was a burden."

Jongho lets out a tired sigh. "You’re not a burden, Mingi."

Mingi lets out a bitter smile. "Tell that to the mist."

Another silence falls, but this time, it feels lighter. They acknowledge each other’s fears. They know they weren’t the only ones manipulated by the mist.

Yeosang leans against a rock and closes his eyes for a moment. "I saw myself… powerless. Like I had no control over my own fate." He opens his eyes again and looks at the others. "I think that’s what the mist preyed on. The idea that we have no say in our own lives."

Hongjoong, who has been quiet until now, exhales sharply. "The mist told me I made the wrong choices. That everything I’ve done… has only led us closer to destruction." He looked up, his gaze sharp. "That’s why it’s so dangerous. It doesn’t lie. It just twists the truth in a way that makes you doubt yourself."

Seonghwa nods. "It was never just about scaring us. It was meant to break us."

Jongho, who had been listening with a frown, finally lets out a deep breath. "And yet… we’re still here. Together. Not broken."

Yunho, who had remained silent until now, looks around at the men around him. "That says something about us." His voice is soft but firm. "We all have our fears. But we have each other."

No one speaks, but the message lingers in the air.

They let Yunho’s words settle. They had survived. The mist had tried to turn them against each other, to make them believe they were weak, that their fears were real. But they had each other. They reminded each other of what was real.

Silence.

Yeosang is the first to turn his head, looking toward the edge of the camp. His eyes land on (y/n).

The girl still sat against the tree trunk, exactly where San had placed her when they decided to rest here. She hadn’t moved—her knees pulled up, her arms wrapped around them as if trying to hold herself together. She doesn’t look up. She barely moves. As if she’s trapped in her own world with dried tear stains on her cheeks.

Slowly, realization dawns on them.

"If the mist did this to us…" Wooyoung’s voice falters. "What did it say to her?"

The air suddenly feels heavier.

San looks around at the others and sees the same thought reflected in their faces. The mist had preyed on their deepest fears. But the mist also had a voice… and it had spoken directly to (y/n).

It hadn’t just shown her what she feared—it had spoken to her.

It knew her.

Mingi looks at her, his fists trembling on his knees. "We now know that she has suffered. That she was imprisoned. That… she was used." He swallows hard. "If the mist knew that…"

"Then it made her relive it," Seonghwa whispers.

The thought hits like a hammer. They had barely been able to ignore the voices themselves. The mist had twisted their reality, but they had each other to pull them back.

(y/n) had no one.

Yunho slowly shakes his head, visibly shaken. "We were so caught up with ourselves… that we didn’t even ask how she was doing."

Hongjoong runs a hand through his hair, staring at the ground. "We just left her sitting there. Alone." he felt ashamed of himself.

Seonghwa is the first to cautiously approach her. His steps are soft, as if afraid she might break if he moves too harshly. The others follow slowly, their expressions filled with concern.

(y/n) doesn’t move when Seonghwa kneels beside her. Her arms are tightly wrapped around her legs, her fingers white from tension. Her long hair falls like a curtain over her face, but he can see her shoulders trembling. She’s breathing fast but shallow.

"(y/n)," Seonghwa says gently. No response. No reaction at all.

Hongjoong crouches beside him and exhales deeply. "She can’t hear us."

"She’s stuck," San whispers from behind them. "Inside her own mind."

Wooyoung looks at the ground with a pained expression.

His voice is rough. "What if… what if the mist made her think I’m just like them? Like the men who held her captive?"

The thought cuts through the group.

San slowly shakes his head. He kneels next to Seonghwa and carefully extends a hand toward her. "(y/n)?" His voice is warm, reassuring, but her body remains rigid.

Seonghwa glances at the others and nods toward the fire. "Maybe we should move her closer to the warmth."

They nod, and with extreme care, San slides an arm under her legs while Seonghwa supports her back. She is light, too light, and she remains stiff in the same curled position as they lift her. It breaks their hearts.

They bring her back to the campfire. The rest of the group makes space, and San and Seonghwa carefully set her down on a blanket. She stays in the same posture—small, closed off.

Then, very softly, they hear her breathe out. "I don’t trust you."

The words cut through them.

Hongjoong kneels beside her and sighs deeply, not out of frustration, more out of shame. "I understand," he says honestly. "And you don’t have to. Not yet. But we’re not leaving you alone, (y/n)."

She finally moves. Her fingers grip the fabric of her pants. "Why not?" Her voice is hoarse. "Why don’t you just leave me by the tree?"

Seonghwa’s voice is firm. "Because you’re not alone."

Slowly, very slowly, (y/n) looks up. Her eyes are dull, exhausted, but deep inside, something still lingers—something the mist hadn’t been able to take from her completely.

Jongho, who had been silent until now, looks at her seriously. "You’ve always had to survive on your own, haven’t you?"

(y/n) says nothing, but the look in her eyes is an answer enough.

Jongho leans in slightly, his voice soft but strong. "You don’t have to anymore."

A long silence falls over the group. (y/n)’s gaze moves over their faces—everyone looking at her with the same determined, serious expression. No pity. No fear. Only understanding.

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Wooyoung lies on his back, staring at the stars above them. The night is quiet, except for the soft crackling of the fire. But sleep won’t come. His thoughts storm endlessly in his mind. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees it again—how his fist struck (y/n)’s face. How her eyes widened in shock. How the mist had made him believe she was the enemy.

He curses softly and rolls onto his side, but it doesn’t help. His guilt is a suffocating chain around his throat.

With a sigh, he sits up and glances at the rest of the group. Most of them are already asleep, exhausted from the long, heavy day. But then he sees her—(y/n), lying on her side, her back facing him. Her body is still, but Wooyoung knows immediately that she’s awake.

Before he fully realizes it, he’s on his feet, walking softly toward her.

He hesitates for a moment, his hands uncertain at his sides. But then he hears a soft sigh. “You’re not exactly standing still, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung bites his lip. "You’re awake."

(y/n) slowly turns over, her eyes opening just enough to look at him. Her face is still bruised from the hit, her cheek now dark blue in the weak firelight. Seeing it sends a sharp pain through Wooyoung’s chest.

"So are you," she murmurs, her voice hoarse from exhaustion.

Wooyoung slowly sits down near her, leaving a small distance between them. He opens his mouth to say something, but no words feel right. How do you apologize for something like this? How do you make up for hurting her—for giving her that one fearful look he never wanted to see? How do you say that your sorry, but that real fox is a bit scary?.

"Does it hurt?" he asks softly.

(y/n) shrugs. "I’ve had worse."

Wooyoung exhales. "That doesn’t make it better."

She looks at him, her eyes tired but sharp. "You weren’t yourself, Wooyoung."

He shakes his head. "That’s no excuse."

She studies him for a moment and then turns her head away, her gaze fixed on the flames. "The mist… it knew exactly how to get to me. How to get to you. It twists everything."

Wooyoung lowers his head and runs a hand through his hair. "It told me you were dangerous." He looks at her. "That you would hurt us."

(y/n) tenses visibly but says nothing.

"I know it was lying," Wooyoung continues. "But it sounded so convincing. And when I saw you—" He pauses, struggling with his words. "My head told me you were hostile. But my heart… my heart knew better."

A bitter smile crosses (y/n)’s lips. "The mist uses truth to make lies believable."

"(y/n)..." Wooyoung hesitates. "What it said about your past… how much of it was true?"

She freezes. Her fingers dig into the fabric of the blanket around her. "It’s late, Wooyoung. You should sleep."

"That’s not an answer." Even though he knew what the answer was after she said that, nothing was lied by the mist.

She gives him a sharp look. "It’s the only answer I’m giving."

He wants to argue, but the look in her eyes is too closed-off, too locked away. Wooyoung knows he can’t force her to talk.

He bites his lip and looks down. "I hate it."

She frowns. "What?"

"That I hurt you. That I doubted you, even for a second." His voice wavers slightly. "I hate it."

(y/n) stares at him for a moment, and to his surprise, her gaze softens just a fraction.

"I know what it feels like to lose yourself," she finally says. "To doubt what’s real and what’s not. And I know what it feels like when people look at you with fear."

Wooyoung’s breath catches for a moment. "(y/n)…"

She exhales shortly and shakes her head. "I don’t blame you, Wooyoung."

His chest tightens. "But you don’t forgive yourself, do you?"

(y/n) looks at him for a long moment. Then, she smiles—small and without humor. "Sleep well, Wooyoung."

He scoffs softly. "You're only saying that to get rid of me."

"Correct."

He shakes his head and stands up. "Fine. But when you wake up tomorrow, just remember one thing..."

She looks at him questioningly.

Wooyoung leans in slightly, his voice sincere and soft. "You have us, (y/n). No matter how hard you make it for us."

For a fraction of a second, her mask seems to crack. But then she blinks, turns her head away, and says nothing.

Wooyoung sighs but decides to leave it at that. He walks back to his spot by the fire and lies down.

San and Hongjoong, who had been quietly following the conversation, exchange a glance.

"She's still fighting," San murmurs. "Do you think she'll ever truly believe that we won't abandon her?" he asks softly.

Hongjoong stares at the fire, his face cast in shadow. "I don’t know. But we’re not stopping until she does."

San and Hongjoong exchange another look before silently walking over to Wooyoung. He lies on his back, an arm draped over his eyes, as if trying to shut out the world.

San crouches first and gently pushes Wooyoung's arm away. "Come on, man. Let us see your face."

Wooyoung mutters something, a crack in his voice but makes no effort to stop him. Hongjoong sits on his other side and places a hand on Wooyoung’s shoulder.

"It wasn’t your fault," Hongjoong says calmly. "You know that, right?"

Wooyoung scoffs. "That’s what everyone says. But she’s the one with a bruised face."

San shakes his head. "Wooyoung... You don’t really think she blames you, do you?"

He remains silent, staring at the stars above.

"That’s not it," he says after a pause.

Hongjoong waits patiently. "Then what is?"

Wooyoung takes a deep breath, as if trying to summon courage. "The mist got to me. It was like my brain was being rewritten. I didn’t see her as (y/n) anymore, not as... our fox child." His voice falters on those last words. "I saw an enemy. And without hesitation, I attacked her."

San feels his own chest tighten at Wooyoung’s confession. He and Hongjoong know how protective Wooyoung can be.

Wooyoung clenches his jaw and shuts his eyes. "I just don’t know how to face her anymore."

Hongjoong and San both glance at (y/n), who went to sit back by the tree, staring at the fire, completely withdrawn from the world.

San sighs and drapes an arm around Wooyoung. "Then you start by just being there. Like you always do."

Wooyoung slowly opens his eyes and looks at San and Hongjoong. They don’t look at him with reproach, nor with pity—only understanding.

After a few seconds, he exhales a trembling breath and nods. "Okay..."

Hongjoong nods in approval and squeezes his shoulder. "Tomorrow is a new day. Get some rest, Wooyoung."

San notices that Wooyoung is still tense, his shoulders stiff and his breathing uneven. Without thinking, he shifts closer and pulls him into a hug.

"Come here, idiot," San mutters, wrapping his arms around him.

Wooyoung tenses at first but then gradually relaxes into the embrace. "You're so annoying," he mumbles against San’s chest, but he makes no move to pull away.

"Yeah, yeah. Just sleep," San murmurs, rubbing Wooyoung’s back reassuringly.

Slowly, Wooyoung’s breathing evens out, and the tension in his body melts away bit by bit. San feels him finally surrender to exhaustion.

Hongjoong, still standing by the fire, lets his gaze drift to the girl.

She still seems lost in her own thoughts, trapped in her own world.

He hesitates a few steps away from her, unsure whether to speak or leave her be. Eventually, he decides to sit down, a short distance from her.

"You’re still awake," he observes softly.

(y/n) doesn’t respond immediately. After a few moments, she gives a small nod.

"I know you don’t want questions," Hongjoong continues, "but… if there’s anything, if we can do something—"

"You can’t do anything," (y/n) interrupts softly, her voice flat.

Hongjoong sighs, resting his forearms on his knees as he stares into the flames.

"We won’t let you fall," he tries again, not knowing what else to say.

Deep down, (y/n) wants to believe those words, but her heart is too tired to allow it. She rests her chin on her knees and closes her eyes.

"Go to sleep, Hongjoong," she finally says.

Hongjoong watches her for a few seconds, but he knows he won’t get an answer. With a quiet sigh, he stands up and leaves her alone.

The night drags on slowly, but sleep refuses to find (y/n). Her eyes remain fixed on the flickering flames of the campfire, as if searching for something to chase away her thoughts.

Behind her, someone moves softly. She doesn’t turn around, but she feels it. A few seconds later, she hears a voice—cautious and mostly gentle.

"(y/n)…"

It’s San.

She doesn’t respond, but San sits down next to her without needing an invitation. For a while, he says nothing—just watches the fire like she does. It’s a silence that doesn’t feel awkward, but heavy.

After a few minutes, he takes a deep breath. "I just wanted to check if you’re okay."

San smirked faintly and looked at (y/n), who was still staring into the fire. The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable, but he could sense that something was weighing on her mind. She seemed to be hesitating, weighing something in her thoughts.

After a few seconds, she took a deep breath and, without looking at him, mumbled, “Sorry.”

San raised an eyebrow and turned slightly toward her. “For what?” he asked, curiosity lacing his voice.

(y/n) sighed and picked at the loose fabric of her sleeve. “For… crying. Or, well, for you having to drag me out of the mist like that. It wasn’t exactly my finest moment.” Her voice carried a hint of self-mockery.

San stared at her for a moment before shaking his head with a short laugh. “Are you serious?”

She shrugged. “I never cry. Or at least, not in front of others.” She glanced at him briefly. “So yeah, sorry you had to witness that.”

San scoffed and gave her shoulder a gentle nudge. “That’s a ridiculous excuse.”

(y/n) frowned. “What?”

San looked at her seriously. “You went through hell and back again today. And you’re worried about breaking down for a moment? Seriously, (y/n)?”

He was silent for a moment, and then—before she could react—he wrapped his arms around her. Not cautiously, not hesitantly. Just a warm, genuine embrace.

(y/n) tensed at first, her muscles instinctively stiffening. But when she realized that San expected nothing from her, that he was simply offering comfort, she slowly relaxed. Her head rested against his shoulder for a brief moment.

She opened her mouth, but he beat her to it. “You had every right to cry. Honestly, you could’ve screamed, cursed, even thrown things at me if you wanted—”

“Oh? So if I picked up a rock right now and threw it at your head, that’d be fine?” she interrupted with a smirk.

San sighed dramatically. “Okay, let’s draw the line there. No rocks, please.”

(y/n) let her shoulders relax slightly and sighed. “I just don’t know how to deal with… this,” she said more softly. “With all the—” She gestured vaguely toward her head. “It feels like the swamp tore open things I would’ve rather kept buried.”

San nodded slowly. “I know that feeling,” he admitted.

She looked at him again, this time holding his gaze longer. “What did the mist say to you?”

San inhaled deeply, staring into the fire before answering. “That I’m not enough. That I’m weaker than the rest. That I’ll always let people down.” He shrugged. “And in that moment, it sounded so real.”

(y/n) let those words sink in before she replied, “That’s not true.”

San offered a faint smile. “And you’re not a monster.”

(y/n)’s breath hitched slightly, and she looked at him sharply. But San held her gaze. “What the swamp told you, about not being able to tell the difference between friend and foe… that was a lie.”

She looked away, unsure how to respond.

San tapped her knee. “You’ve saved us, (y/n). More than once. So if anyone here should be apologizing, it’s me—for the fact that we didn’t trust you at first.”

She scoffed. “You sound just like Wooyoung.”

San grinned. “That’s probably the worst thing you’ve ever said to me.”

(y/n) rolled her eyes, but the corners of her lips twitched slightly. “Just shut up and let me sleep.”

San smirked and closed his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, (y/n).”

She gave him one last glance before closing her own eyes.

San turned onto his side and looked at her with a lopsided grin, his eyes glinting playfully in the firelight.

“You know what you should actually apologize for?” he asked with an exaggerated sigh.

(y/n) cracked one eye open, eyeing him suspiciously. “What?”

San pulled a pained expression and pointed at his head. “For smashing my poor, innocent face against Wooyoung’s. My gorgeous face did not deserve that.”

(y/n) rolled her eyes, but a small smile flickered across her lips. She scoffed in amusement. “Well, maybe you shouldn’t have kept your head so low.”

San raised his eyebrows. “Oh, so now it’s my fault?”

(y/n) chuckled softly and turned away from him. “Goodnight, San.”

San shook his head with a laugh and closed his eyes. “Goodnight, fox girl.”

With a faint smile still lingering on her face, (y/n) finally surrendered to sleep, the fear and tension of the day momentarily pushed to the background.

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(y/n) stirred slowly, her consciousness drifting between sleep and wakefulness. The scent of toasted bread and spices filled her nose, accompanied by the sound of hushed voices. She blinked sluggishly and felt something warm and heavy pressed against her.

Her brows furrowed as she slowly turned her head.

San.

San had shifted in his sleep and was now curled toward her, holding her firmly, his face peaceful, his breathing steady. His arm rested over her waist, loose but unmistakably protective.

By the fire, a few men were already awake, preparing breakfast. Yeosang and Mingi struggled to balance a pan over the flames, while Hongjoong and Seonghwa murmured quietly. Wooyoung, however, was watching her with an amused smirk, clearly waiting for her reaction.

(y/n)s eyes narrowed at the knowing looks. The others were well aware that San was still holding onto her, and they were thoroughly enjoying the situation.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to stay calm and carefully move out from under San’s arm. But just as she shifted, he mumbled sleepily and pulled her closer.

“Mmm… just a little longer…” he murmured, half-asleep.

The men held their breath, waiting for her response.

(y/n) stared at him for a few seconds, then exhaled sharply and pressed a firm finger against his forehead, pushing him back with gentle force.

“San,” she said dryly. “Let go.”

(y/n) squirmed slightly, trying to free herself from his grip, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he let out a soft, sleepy grumble and pulled her even closer.

Her eyes widened. “San,” she hissed. “Let me go.”

No response.

She cast a glance at the men by the fire, but instead of help, she saw grinning faces. Wooyoung had his hand over his mouth to stifle a laugh, while Yunho stared exaggeratedly at the fire, though his shoulders betrayed his amusement.

"San," she tried again, her voice slightly louder.

He grumbled again, as if still deeply asleep, and now buried his face in her shoulder.

She froze. "…You're doing this on purpose."

A brief silence—then she felt his shoulders shake. The bastard was laughing at her right to her face without saying a word.

Wooyoung couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. "Oh my god, her face!"

The rest of the men also started chuckling. Mingi shook his head while flipping a piece of bread over the fire. "San, how old are you?"

Hongjoong let out an exaggerated sigh. "He just needs confirmation that he's a good hugger, that's all."

"I swear," (y/n) growled, her patience wearing thin. "If you don’t let me go, then—"

Before she could finish her sentence, she pushed her knee just a little too hard against his stomach. San groaned dramatically and finally released her.

"Oof, (y/n), that wasn’t very loving." He yawned, sat up, and stretched as if nothing had happened.

(y/n) shot up and marched toward the fire with an annoyed look, her cheeks warm as she crossed her arms.

Wooyoung grinned and leaned toward Mingi. "Think she realizes?"

"What?" Mingi asked curiously.

"That San could have let go just as easily last night… but chose not to?"

Mingi chuckled softly. "She has no idea."

(y/n) stubbornly kept her back turned to San, arms tightly crossed as she tried to ignore the heat on her face. But San was relentless.

"No, (y/n)!" he called out dramatically. "Don't leave me! I'm cold!"

The group almost burst into laughter but tried to hold it in. Mingi bit his lip, Wooyoung half-turned away to stay out of (y/n)’s sight, and Yeosang stared at a blade of grass with interest.

(y/n) slowly turned around, her eyes narrowed into slits. "San." Her voice was low and threatening.

San was still sitting on the ground, arms wrapped around himself as if he were actually freezing. "You were so warm, (y/n). How could you just abandon me like that?"

Yunho let out an exaggeratedly dramatic sigh. "So much love, so cruelly broken."

Seonghwa, who had been watching the scene with his arms crossed, rolled his eyes. "Enough." His voice was calm but firm. "You’ve had your fun. Now come eat."

(y/n) shot San one last deadly glare before walking to the campfire with her chin held high, plopping down next to Wooyoung. San stood up with a satisfied grin and followed her, whispering to Hongjoong, "I won."

Hongjoong glanced at him sideways and smirked. "I think you're the one who's gonna lose, man."

Wooyoung’s gaze unintentionally drifted to (y/n)’s cheek, now turning a deep blue. His cheerful expression faded, and his hands clenched into fists on his lap.

"(y/n)…" he started softly.

(y/n) immediately knew where this was going and rolled her eyes. "No."

Wooyoung frowned. "I haven't even said anything yet."

"You don’t have to." She took a bite of her food, avoiding eye contact. "It was the mist, not you. We’re letting it go."

Wooyoung opened his mouth to protest, but San nudged his shoulder and subtly shook his head. Wooyoung clenched his jaw but kept his eyes fixed on her cheek, as if he was looking at the bruise hardly enough it will go away.

(y/n) stayed silent as she ate. She could feel the group's occasional glances at her, but she ignored them. She knew they had questions. She knew they were worried. But the only thing she wanted right now… was space and some bread.

San, sitting beside her, noticed the tension in her shoulders and subtly shifted, letting their arms barely touch. A small, almost invisible gesture. But it was enough.

(y/n) slowly exhaled and refocused on her food.

After breakfast, the group started packing up their things. The atmosphere was still tense, but there was also a sense of determination in the air. They had to move forward, no matter how uncomfortable some truths had become.

(y/n) stood a little farther away, her back to the group, running her hands through her hair. The exhaustion still clung to her body, and the words of the mist echoed in her head.

"(y/n)."

She turned and saw Wooyoung walking toward her, his expression a mix of guilt and determination.

"I know you don’t want to talk, but—"

"Then don’t start," she interrupted flatly.

Wooyoung stopped and took a deep breath. "You can’t just ignore this. We can’t just ignore this."

(y/n)’s jaw tightened. "I am."

"I'm sorry."

She closed her eyes for a brief moment. "I already told you it wasn’t your fault."

"But it is," Wooyoung insisted, his voice softer now. "I didn’t see you, (y/n). I saw the fox. And I hit you."

She opened her eyes and looked at him sharply. "I am the fox."

Wooyoung swallowed and looked at the ground for a moment before meeting her gaze again. “I don’t want you to think we’re afraid of you.”

“You should be.”

Wooyoung frowned. “Why would you say that?”

She took a deep breath and glanced at the rest of the group, still busy packing. Then, she lowered her voice. “You all heard what the mist said. You know now. What I am. What I’ve done.”

Wooyoung stepped closer. “Yeah. And you know what else I know?”

She didn’t answer.

“That you were the one who led us through that swamp. That you were the one who kept us safe. And that you were the one who pulled me out of that mist, even after I hit you.”

(y/n) looked away. “It was the right choice.”

“That was your choice.”

She felt Wooyoung’s hand brush lightly against her arm—just a hesitant touch—before he pulled back. “You are not what the mist said you are.”

(y/n) let out a sarcastic chuckle. “No? And what if the fox stops distinguishing between friend and foe?”

“Then we trust that you will.”

She looked at him, and for a moment, there was only silence between them. Then Wooyoung turned and walked back toward the group.

(y/n) remained behind, her heart pounding in her chest, anger and frustration burning through her. She couldn’t understand how Wooyoung could trust her so easily when he had seen firsthand what happened to the hunters.

Wooyoung felt her fingers close around his arm, and before he realized it, she spun him around with unexpected strength. Her eyes burned with fury, but beneath it lay something else. Fear.

“The mist was right,” she hissed. “And you’re a fool if you don’t believe that.”

Wooyoung opened his mouth, but (y/n) cut him off.

“If the fox takes full control, I have no choice! Do you really think I can stop it? Do you really think I’m strong enough?” Her voice was shaking now, her breathing rapid. “I have no control, Wooyoung! You should be afraid. And you’re a fool for not believing the mist.”

Wooyoung held her gaze, but instead of recoiling or pulling away, he did something unexpected. He stepped closer.

“No,” he said calmly. “We’re not fools, (y/n). We’re choosing to believe you instead of the mist.”

(y/n)’s breath hitched.

“The mist wanted to break us, (y/n). To turn us against each other. Why would it tell the truth?”

“Because—” She stopped. She didn’t know the answer.

Wooyoung continued, softer now. “You think you have no choice, but that’s not true. You have one, right now. You’re here. You’re leading us. You’re protecting us. That’s a choice too.”

(y/n) stared at him, her fingers still clenched around his arm. Her body trembled, her mind screamed at her, but deep in her chest, something else gnawed at her.

Wooyoung raised his hand and gently placed it over hers. “You don’t have to carry this alone.”

Her grip loosened.

The anger in her eyes didn’t disappear completely, but it shifted into something else. She let go of Wooyoung’s arm, curling her hands into fists, her nails pressing into her palms.

“I don’t know how.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

Wooyoung gave her a faint smile. “That’s okay. We’ll help you.”

She looked at him, uncertain. He didn’t know if she believed him. Maybe she couldn’t. But at least she turned her back to him and walked back to the others without saying another word.

Wooyoung sighed and ran a hand over his face.

San, who had been watching from a few meters away, stepped toward him. “That went well.”

Wooyoung let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, if you count ignoring all the death threats.”

San clapped a hand on his shoulder. “She has a lot to think about. But you made her hesitate. That’s a start.”

Wooyoung nodded slowly, watching as (y/n) rejoined the group.

He let out a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair. “She’s starting to trust me more, right?” he asked, his eyes unconsciously following (y/n).

San leaned against a tree and raised an eyebrow. “Well… she didn’t try to hit you again. So yeah, I think you’re making progress.”

A short laugh escaped Wooyoung, but his expression remained serious. “No, really. Did you notice? She let me finish. She could’ve ignored me or just walked away again, but she didn’t.”

San crossed his arms and nodded slowly. “Yeah… She’s listening. Even if she doesn’t want to admit it.”

Wooyoung smirked slightly. “Think she’ll ever admit we’re her friends?”

San pulled a playful grimace. “Maybe… in twenty years.”

Wooyoung laughed and gave San a light shove. “I’ll give her five. Max.”

San looked at him, his grin softening. “And you? Do you trust her?”

Wooyoung was silent for a moment. His gaze drifted to (y/n), who sat with her back to them. His fingers curled into his pocket as he thought about everything that had happened. Then, slowly, he nodded.

“Yes,” he said firmly. “I think I always have.”

San nudged him lightly, grinning. “Well, if you win her trust, you might as well take the whole group with you.”

Wooyoung chuckled, “That’s the plan.”

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yandereunsolved · 1 year ago

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Dissect Me, Doctor - ,, yandere JPM with a psychologist reader

cw(s): yandere themes, dismemberment, suggestive themes, (James) necrophilia, nonconsensual touching, cannibalism, mention of reader having breakdowns & panic attacks

✧ James found you by God's hand one fateful day. You could say it was more than a mere coincidence, eh? He had just finished killing one of the hotel guests. He was about to call Miss Evers in to clean up the mess when he spotted something sticking out of the dead gentleman's breast pocket. He plucked the card out of your pocket and read it allowed, 'Doctor...' His curiosity was the least bit piqued. Psychologists weren't exactly popular in the 1930s. The true study of the mind hadn't emerged, but James had always lived to study humans. To study their fight or flight instinct, how their bodies react to various torture methods, and how fear affects the human psyche. Perhaps he has found someone who shares his fondness for such things. It would be a great way to meet someone new. Considering Elizabeth refuses to speak with him, he has grown desperate. Not even defiling his killings tapered his already suppressed desires.

✧ He got Sally to teach him how to use this magic witch named 'Wi-fi' who owns the internet—or something like that. Most new technology is just rubbish used to get people to make inauthentic connections. Although perhaps just this once, it can be used for the betterment of his temperament. He has Sally schedule an initial appointment at the hotel. Sally uses the excuse that James is bedridden and terribly ill (non-contagious), but he hates telehealth and just wants someone to talk to in person. You were skeptical because of the rumors surrounding The Cortez, but you were in desperate need of another client, and he was willing to pay extra—a lot extra.

✧ You had your first session in his room, and you immediately got strange vibes from him. He wasn't ill, that was for sure. Perhaps he was a little pale, but he probably hasn't gotten enough sun or vitamin D lately. He was even smoking! He was sitting all relaxed on a couch, dressed up in 1930s-esque attire, with a cane leaning against his lap. He introduced himself as James Patrick March, and you immediately understood why you were called. He either has a personality disorder or is a compulsive liar. Perhaps both. You asked him simple questions, such as his real name and when he was born. You were only getting nonsensical answers. He could not have been born in the late 1800's or early 1900's; that is ridiculous!

James only felt himself grow hotter with each question you asked. It was like a fire had been lit beneath his skin, and he needed to put it out. Then you asked the question that really got him going.

"Since you refuse to use your real name, I'll just call you Mr. March. How is your personal life going? Are you currently sexually active?"

"I have peculiar interests and refined tastes. How do you modern people phrase it? 'Where there is a hole there is a goal'?"

✧ With that astounded expression on your face, he feels his urges compell him to end this lovely conversation early. That look would look perfect on your dead corpse. He takes the sabre out of his cane and tries to slit your throat; he narrowly misses. Somehow, you unlock his room door and bolt through the hallways. How promising. He walks through the winding hallways slowly. You scramble to find the exit, and he struggles with not just outright chasing you through the maze. No, he must preserve the hunt. After what feels like an eternity to you—only eleven minutes in real time—you finally trip over a stair and hit your head on the railing. Talented fox. You nearly escaped to the lobby. You are too much of a challenge to let go so easily. He's going to keep you to get his release. In more ways than one.

✧ You wake up in the middle of the night in the same room as before. It's freezing, and your clothes are nowhere to be found. Your head is pounding, and you are barely able to breathe. James drugged you with some cocktail of drugs—some legal, most not. You feel blades ghosting your body. You feel them just barely slicing into your skin. It must be sleep paralysis, you rationalize. Something whispers sweet nothings into your ears. You are barely able to discern what those words are.

"You taste... a dream."

"Never leave."

"The best prey— never leave me."

✧ You drift off once again before groggily waking up in a different room. You are still in the Cortez, now in room seventy-four. You feel much different today, weighed down and yet free. You don't have any marks on you that would indicate you were harmed last night. You feel the need to escape, but you are also incredibly confused. A maid is in your room, setting down a new set of clothes. She explains that you passed out after you tripped on a stair while leaving the session early. You accuse her of helping the strange man you interviewed who tried to kill you. She chuckles and says that you aren't his type. Her voice has a little bit of spite in it. That was the moment that you were introduced to Miss Evers. Quite possibly the only person who simultaneously envies you for getting all of James attention and pities you for your lack of self-awareness and intelligence in the situation.

✧ Before you are even able to shoo her off this JPM impersonator comes in your room and greets you. You are naturally apprehensive. He is naturally enthralled to see that his trophy prey has awoken. He cannot wait to just see how you react today. You try to leave and he explains that you never finished your session. You accuse him now of trying to murder you. He brushes it off and insists that you at least have breakfast with him before you leave. You are about to answer firmly when Miss Evers folding of a towel loudly snaps together. This 'James' scolds her and she gives him a doe-eyed look. Before you are even able to say no he is ushering you down the hallway in silken pajamas someone put on you while you were passed. The thought makes you shudder.

✧ You both were served a hearty and delicious breakfast. It isn't very filling to you, no matter how much you eat. It must be how queasy you are from yesterday. If it happened. Perhaps you had a mental break due to all the stress you have been through lately. You don't get a lot of time to think because you are snapped from your thoughts. This James speaks about your future together and how you will have a long and fufilling relationship. He asks you to give him a psyche evaluation. When you say no, he subtly threatens you with the thought of not paying because you didn't actually fill his full session. You reluctantly agree.

✧ He's both incredibly frustrated and intrigued by your persistence. How many times must he explain to you that he isn't a 'cosplayer' or someone with a personality disorder. He is simply the great James Patrick March. No matter. It will make you even more fun to play with.

"Your delusions, doctor, are clouding your mind. So I suppose I will have to make you see the truth—one way or another."

He sets up small 'challenges' to see if you can pass them. He wants to test how long your mental fortitude will hold up.

✧ The first of those was dismembering himself in front of your very eyes. He does it multiple times, and they are all random. He will pluck his eye out and stir it in his tea. He will cut open his chest and stuff his organs into your suitcase. He will remove whatever is covering his neck and finger from his suicide wound. He asks if you would like to feel it, stroke it, touch it, or play with it.

"Doctor, I understand you only deal with the human mind, but would you like to feel this and assess if it is real? Do you believe me now?"

He will stab himself in the heart during one of your sessions and tell you that this is what you do to him. In the most extreme cases, if he isn't getting your coveted attention, he will take himself apart limb by limb and place them on your bed like a cross.

✧ You begin to come to terms with the fact that, at least, this man is psychotic. Perhaps not a ghost, but definitely a killer and wickedly sadistic. You try so many of the phones in the hotel, but so many seem not to work. You try to find your way out once again, but you seem to be trapped within these walls. Which comes to one of his many other tactics: trapping you in The Cortez's hallway maze. He is able to distort the minds of his guests and make sure that they never get out. Like a rat trying to find an escape from a box maze that has no exit. He enjoys just slowly walking behind you and taking in your panic and your quick breaths when your clothing rides up on you. He is able to take a respectful peek at what he will inevitably see time and time again.

✧ He keeps you trapped in the hotel. You never even have a chance to get to the lobby. He has a nice breakfast, lunch, and dinner with you. He has his daily sessions with you. Outside of that? His torture. All of his torture. All of it. He threatens you with it subtly if you do something that he is displeased with. He'll even lock you in that death closet of his and make you stand right near the spike. Sometimes you prefer to be in there because you can hide from him. He likes it when you hide in his death traps. So he totally leaves you alone and totally just doesn't sit right outside your ability to view him.

You are coming to the point where those times when he is cordial are the times you crave. All part of his plan, of course. Although—he hopes that you will keep up the chase, he likes that fiery spirit of yours.

✧ You often find him getting release from his dead victims. You know because your relentless cycle of agony and pleasure stops. At least he doesn't force himself on you when you are awake. You end up doing your best to stay as far away as possible from him during that time. Only you always end up stumbling into the same room as him. You avert your eyes, yet he always has something cheeky to say to you.

"Ngh—darling, darling, wait! This.... this could be us. This could be me. You and me. Nothing could be a replacement for how your flesh feels against mine."

He always turns around and gives you one of those godforsaken winks of his.

✧ That isn't the only time his victims come into play. You are always suspicious of the food he serves you. It's either drugged or the meat could be made from his victims. You first learned that the hard way. You were served meatloaf, and James called in manloaf. He stated that it was made in this very hotel by the very guest who was trying to help you leave. You wanted them so bad, you can have them—in your stomach.

✧ Not even the Countess is able to help. Not that she tries. She is too busy luring more men in. She's forgotten about James mostly, except for the betrayal. She gives you a few warnings and some caution when she can. You are almost like one of her children. Perhaps she would help you if you really were in need. Maybe.

✧ You still get those sensations in your sleep. The feeling of fingertips ghosting on your figure. How the sheets seem to slip off your body. A warm presence keeps you close throughout the night. It often manifests in such strange dreams. It feels like James's thoughts are being injected into your own mind. You dream of him against you—sometimes he is brutally murdering you, and in others he is sensually caressing you. He always seems to tease and taunt you with those tantalizing images in your mind.

✧ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ — You often have panic attacks and breakdowns because of him. Your heart rate quickens as sweat rolls down your body. Your legs shake and give in. The entire hotel seems to spin around you. You have to seek him out for your own comfort. It's so twisted and vile. You can feel bile rising in the back of your throat when it happens. You almost have to crawl on your hands and knees to reach him. Yet, it feels like heaven. His skin is so soft and supple. His suit is always made of the most comfortable materials. His body is always so cool to the touch. In those moments, your body melts into his. That is, until your mind stops its dissociation long enough to realize the trauma you were going through. You are falling for him—a classic case of Stockholm syndrome. You couldn't stand for this. You need to fight against this, against him.

✧ Unfortunately, your non-belief in ghosts stops when you see multiple people you thought were dead trying to warn you. You see your patient, who was killed in this very hotel. They tell you that they're so happy to see you. They are so happy you are here with them. You have to put on your therapist hat again and calm them down. It all clicks. Other people you thought were guests here were warning you. You are being oddly welcomed into the space. The others are cautious of your presence and afraid to upset the owner, the one who holds so much power over them. That strange being that seemed to flicker in and out of your peripheral occasionally. You finally make peace with the fact that James Patrick March is indeed a ghost. You really do need to escape here.

✧ You steal the hotel's shipping schedule for their toiletries and linens. You make a plan to escape. You think you are so clever, and it really makes James hot under his white buttoned collar. He lets you think that you are so much more astute than him. It makes him a little desperate, but he won't show it. He needs your touch so badly. He needs you to love him so badly. He needs you to be his little trophy victim. He needs you to help him chase his highs. He needs you. He needs you. He needs you. You, only you.

✧ He confesses his undying adoration for you and clings to your waist as you try to walk out. He sighs and tries one more tactic before you step out the door. He promises to tell you the entire truth. You are caught off guard by this, and your hand slips off the door. He leads you to his trophy room and shows you his 10 Commandment killings. He directs you to the corner, where your body lies. You are covered in wounds that have long since dried out. Your eyes are lifeless. You have his name etched across your naked chest. You scream, shout, and sob. James gently holds you and soothes you even as you thrash, kick, and gnaw at him.

"You've been trapped here the entire time. Since that night."

As if that makes it any better. You aren't that stupid. You could connect the dots—lack of appetite, coldness, the odd sensations, everything. You are stuck with this monster for all eternity.

"Hmm, yes! I saw you and just knew that I had to have you. Have you gotten my diagnosis yet, my love? It's lovesickness, and your body is the cure."

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sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw · 7 months ago

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Curse Week - Harrison

Day 14 | Lying Fox's curse (lie detection)

Kinktober masterlist

Gender-neutral reader (genitals not specified)

Word count: 1.2k

18+, established relationship, teasing, slight humiliation, grinding, oral (receiving), minimal editing

A/n: It's finally done! Sorry this is so much later than usual. I was too tired to write much last night and I really struggled writing it, which is why I'm surprised about how long it is

“It wasn’t anything special, and had a lot of cliches, but it was so fun to read,” you paced in your boyfriend's room as you rambled to him about a book you read. It was an erotica, but he didn’t need to know that detail.

He amused you and listened with a smile on his face. “Really?”

“Yeah! I actually really liked the themes, which were actually pretty well woven into the scenes, and their relationship had a surprising amount of depth considering how much they were-” oops.

Maybe you could have saved it, but you already paused too long.

He titled his head. “What type of book was it?”

“...A normal book?”

He smirked and closed his own book. “Was it an erotica?”

Your face flushed. You avoided his gaze.

He stood and walked over to you. He leaned in close. The smell of mint invaded your senses. “What was it about?”

“I don't want to answer that.” Maybe not saying only made it worse, because now it looked like you had some dirty kink to hide, and now he looked more interested.

“What was the name?”

You kept rotating to turn your face away from him, but he kept following you with an amused smile.

“‘Taken by a Villain’,” you finally answered.

His eyes widened then he laughed.

Your face burned with embarrassment. “Don't laugh,” you whined.

“Why are you reading a villain erotica when you already have one?” He pulled you into him and hugged your side to his chest. Your muscles immediately melted into him.

“I was curious. I was only going to skim the first chapter, but then I got caught up.”

“That's a lie.”

“So what if it is! I was half considering stopping after a few pages when I picked it up.”

He looked at you.

“... a quarter considering putting it down. Okay, it had some tropes that I liked.” Ones that you found hot to be specific.

A soft look appeared in his eyes before the teasing look came back. “What part turned you on the most?”

Your face was a furnace. The rest of your body was reacting too. You clenched your thighs together.

“Why do you want to know?” You said.

The softness returned to his face, making your heart melt. “Hmm, I want to know what my partner is into so I can make them feel the best.”

Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. Your lips parted as you stared at him.

“What are you making such a cute face for?” Harrison pulled you by the waist down onto the bed. He quickly rolled over top of you. His arms on either side of you as he stared down into your face.

“Did this happen in your book?”

“Yes.” A lot.

“And did you like it.”

“Yes.”

“Do you like it when I do it?”

Your face grew warmer. “No?”

He smiled. “I don’t even need to look in your eyes to know you’re lying.”

The look in his eyes changed back to lustful. He shifted and you felt a knee pressed between your legs. You stifled the sound in your throat.

“Does this turn you on? Want me to do it more?”

Your sex throbbed against him. Embarrassment flooded through you at his words. “No.”

“Liar.”

His hands slid down your body. Each nerve reacted. “What about this?”

“No.” Yes

“You know, your body’s being a lot more honest than you are.”

He wasn’t wrong. You were squirming and trying desperately to not press up into his touch.

“You were being so shameless talking about dirty stuff you were reading earlier. I bet you even touched yourself to it. Why so shy now?”

Your face felt way too warm. It’s not fair that he had such an effect on you. “Because it’s you. You make me feel a lot even when it’s tame.”

His eyes widened for a second. He let out a small laugh. “I never thought I could use my curse like this.”

You smiled. The emotions were too much for a second and you turned your face away into the pillow. Your hands were suddenly pinned above your head and you were forced to look at him. His fingers on his free hand held your chin firmly but gently. He drank in your expression. His eyes read you like a book. His favorite.

“W-what was that for?” you stammered out.

“I wanted to see every expression. Do you not like it?”

You smiled. “I like it.”

He wrapped his arms around you in a hug. His face in your neck as he kissed up and down it. The heat pulsed between your legs.

“Harry?” You pulled his back just a bit to look into his eyes. “I want you to undress me.”

He froze for a moment before his hands gripped onto your clothes. “I think I can do that.”

He pulled them off one by one. Each ended up on the floor until you were bare on his bed. Your hips bucked up into him, trying to get some friction.

His mouth pressed all over your skin.

On your shoulder and collarbone and going down to your chest.

“You like my tongue playing with you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to go lower?”

“Yes.”

He quickly got down between your legs. You could feel the restraint in his movements as he tried to slowly tease you on his way down rather than instantly taste you. His kisses lingered as he watched your flushed expression.

He held back a groan when he finally did press his tongue against your sex. You moaned. Your back arched up. Your hands twisted in the sheets as he delved in and ran his tongue all over you. As he pleasured you and drew every sound out of you.

“I'm close.”

“Go ahead.” He pressed his mouth further onto you.

“I want you to cum too.”

You did your best to move your leg between his. Giving him a taste of his own medicine from earlier, you rubbed your leg over his crotch. He jolted and moaned into you and you nearly came on the spot.

He grinded down on your leg and you moved it as best as you could. Feeling his hot erection against you and wanting him to cum with you so badly.

One last flick of his tongue and you crashed down. Your muscles twitched as you cried out. Your muscles wouldn't obey you and you could only press your leg into his bulge harder while his hips bucked against it.

He tried to hide it, but he was breathing heavily as he slid on your leg. Moving faster and faster until he groaned.

He let his body collapse onto you. A pleasant warmth filled you at the contact. Your fingers combed through his hair. His mint green eyes met yours.

A thought came to your mind and you had to hold back a grin. “I don't think I'm ready for a round two.”

He was still catching his breath as he smiled. “I don't think I've been happier to hear a lie.”

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dabiscarpet · 10 months ago

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Smell you, scent you

fox! Natsuya x f! reader 🦊

A collab for into the omegaverse by the beautiful @goxjo (divider cr. to my lovely aki too)

Warnings: tw: sexual themes, blood, violence, human hybrids, p in v, unprotected, creampie, a lil bit of mean Natsuya (but not a lot), crying reader

word count: 3.1k

⚠️ mdni!!! ⚠️

You can feel it, breathing almost on the back of your neck. You keep walking nonetheless, head up and tall, headphones in, but music lowered to the min, one hand in your pocket holding your phone, the other gripping hard the strap of the pretty pink purse your boyfriend gifted you month.

One block... Two blocks... Three blocks... Six.... Eight... Ten...a left and then another left, and another one... Still right behind you, hiding in the shadows, sun setting already and darkness becoming more predominant.

You try and keep your breathing steady. 1...2....3... Exhale. And again. You already lost track of the time. Where were you even going in the first place? Oh right, your boyfriend's house.

You were going to surprise him after a whole week of being completely absorbed by uni finals. He had reluctantly agreed to leaving you alone. You two loved each other so much, you were obsessed even with spending time together, so you had to take the very painful decision to ask him some time alone while you finished your semester. Now everything was over, and you couldn't think of anything else you but him once again.... Except for this moment, wondering if you'll even see him again at this point.

Gulping hard, some sort of sharpness was pressing around your neck, and a hairy hand was dragging you with extreme force into the alleyway. Before realizing it, you were pinned against the wall, bag long forgotten in the harsh pavement, scratching it, just like the wolf-like creature in front of your was scratching behind your ear.

"don't scream and it won't hurt as much" he leaned in to breath your scent, deep. You felt absolute disgust creeping through your every pore, but you laid immobilized, unable to fully understand how you got yourself into this.

Evoking your best memories with your boyfriend, his deep, rich caramel eyes is all you could see when you closed your eyes, prepared for the worst....

....

But it never came.

You heard an immediate thud and opened your eyes widely, a flash of brown and the strongest scent of cinnamon and spice the first things you noticed, the smell soon turning bitter and stronger.

The wolf-like man was thrown to the other side of the alley, and your boyfriend's imposing figure adorned by his majestic tail, now in a fighting stance, over the man. It took very little effort for your boyfriend to knock the other guy out, but his anger wouldn't go down.

He breathed strongly, almost as if it was hard for him, pupils dilated and full of fury, ears on top of his head thrown back, and his knuckles full for blood, a bit had already splashed onto his face. This made you finally react and reach out for him, trying to call out his name.

"NATSU"

He stopped, ears perked up again, fist still in the air while he turned around to look you in the eyes. He quickly dropped the dude, left to his own fate in that cold cement floor, and jumped to hug you, wrapping you in his warm body, kissing endlessly the top of your head, wonderful tail shielding both of you from distancing. Then, in his arms, now safe, you finally break down in tears.

"Natsu... I don't know what was that... was so scared, terrified!!" You managed to let thru whimpers and cries, your body now shaking and Natsuya hugging you tighter.

"I'm so sorry my love, I was not faster" he sounded deeply regretful. "I hope that bastard didn't do anything to you, or I'll finish him right now-"

"No please stop, just please.... Stay with me" and you cling to his maroon shirt, tears staining down the front of it and wrinkling it between your fingers.

"I promise my love, I am really really sorry, this is all my fault" you didn't have the energy to fight him, to tell him he did nothing wrong, you just kept saying no, no, no constantly.

"I promise to never ever leave you alone. Absolutely not even one second" and he meant it.

"Come on, let's get you out of here. I'm sure this bastard must have some friends around" you just nodded and picked up your bag, hiding in your big boyfriend's shadow all the way back to his apartment.

All the way back to his apartment, Natsuya not only held your hand or your arm, his whole complexion was somehow around you. His arm around your shoulders, keeping you as close as possible, pretty ears standing up to identidy any sound, and his scent... oH GOD HIS SCENT

It wafted all around you too, like a invisible protective cloud, so powerfull it was almost making you dizzy, but his strong grip prevented you from fainting, weak legs being basically dragged by him. You felt it, still the bitterness overpowering the sweet in his usual smell. Natsu was angry, probably more than you had ever seen.

The image of him beating up the other guy flooding your mind again. You looked at his knuckles and stains of blood still remained there, and shyly peeked up to see fresh blood still on his face.

And that somehow turned you on. The twisted thought of violence, of him being so masculine, so strong, so overpowering that could easily break you with a hand, but instead he used that strenght to protect you... It was wicked, you know it, but a very small part in the back of your brain wished you had not stopped him so quick and just enjoy the sight a little bit more-

"What´s on your mind?" Wow you had not realized how many blocks away you were, how far you had gone to hide. Just now you see his apartment almost at the end of the street.

"...Noth-"

"Don´t lie to me"

"..." You took a deep breath, and as soon as you were in front of his door, you confessed. Natsu would always know if you lied anyway. "I kinda wish... to see you angry more..."

He swung the door open and pushed you inside with a little more force than necessary. In the dark, his expression was unreadable, but his tail wrapped around you and the still tight grip on your wrist giving the message.

"Well... as twisted as that sounds.... you can enjoy a little more" Natsu dragged you to the living room and only turned on the small lamp next to the couch. "I am angry right now, still furious... and partly because of you"

You were so shocked by his answer that you could not reply. Your mind started rushing, trying to figure out how and why would he want to take it out on you. Your sweet sweet Natsuya.

"Because you forced me to stay away so long, and I respected it because I love you-" He pulled you as close as possible, face coming down to your neck, breathing in fully "My scent has almost vanished from you completely. I do not like that at all"

You did not even have the time to feel relief, because his mouth attacked your neck with kisses and bites. Purse falling to the floor, you just opened up to him, using the hand that was still free from his grip to grab his soft hair, touch his soft years, and pull him closer. The intensity was as that of a feral animal, you could feel it, his primal instincts taking over quickly.

Soon, the victim was your mouth. His lips overpowered yours, just as you wanted, for Natsu to take complete control over you. You let his tongue to lick all inside you, your teeth to clash, for him to spit in your mouth, and literally bite your lips, the lower one until it started bleeding, and he licked it all.

Natsu was unusually rough, and you could be more excited, already dripping just from the thought. He pushed you against the couch, and started ripping off your clothes, examining every corner of your body to check that you were totally ok, while marking you all over, wherever his lips could reach. His smell of cinnamon and spice already imprinted all around the room, all over your clothes, your hair, your skin... but it was still not enough for him.

"I am gonna make sure to scent you so hard, from the inside out princess" He grabbed your face again as he said thosw words, kissing you deeply again. You reached out to swipe the blood from his face with your thumb, but he quickly pushed you down to your knees. "Lets start with your thoat and face beautiful" His smile was blinding, almost wicked looking.

You do not remember when he took off his pants, but now you were face to face with his clothed dick, underwear completely soaked.

"Don´t you dare tease me, I am warning you"

"Yes Natsu" You just innocently looked up as you ripped off the underwear, he was already standing tall and proud, dripping, red, needy.

You wasted no time to lick him up and down, savouring the unusual bitterness that stemmed from his mood. Licking up and down, he felt bigger than ever, not sure if it was because of how long it felt since you had touched him, or if it was truly like that. Long, thick, pretty just like everything about him is. His tail falling behinf him in relaxation as soon as you started sucking him, his expression softening as he let out a strangled sound.

While having him in your mouth, you needely grabbed onto one of his strong, big thighs, while the other tried to push up his shirt. He quickly understood, removing it in a swift motion and discarding it somewhere in the darkness. Natsu grabbed your hair in a ponytail after you started slurping and playing with your teeth aroun him, your hand now gripping hard and then soft at his base, playing with him.

"You are playing with fire, and you know it" He managed to let out, already sounding breathless. You just smiled, dripping spit and precum from the corners of your mouth, innocent eyes looking up again as you continued your vicious cycle, he was just so addicting- and something inside him unleashead at this.

The hold on your hair quickly became painful, and you lost control of your movements. He took the lead and started pushing in you mouth with more energy, making you gag quickly and slurp and drooleven more. His ears were thrown back and his brown tail stood up again, as he relentlessly pushed into your mouth. Natsuya was a man on a mission.

You just let it happen, the wicked thoughts completely taking over your brain, actually enjoying his more feral and violent side. You did not care he was hurting you scalp and irritating the back of your throat, you were just happy that his all was with you.

Harder, faster, deeper... If he was being this rough with your mouth, you could not wait until it was your pussy, dripping onto the floor right now. Natsu usually lasted long, but today it was obvious it was not going to be that way. His breathing was ragged, short, his movements impossible faster, close close.... You just did your best recieving everything he gave you, sucking in to make it even more addicting for him, already fallen into a trance of in, out, in, out, IN-

Hot, very hot, white cum painted the back of your throat, and more and more ropes kept coming out, mouth already overfilled, so he pulled out and continued in your face, splashes of milky white painted your features, and Natsuya thought he had never seen something more beautiful. You beamed at him, watching his pretty pointy ears twitching in the afterglow pleasure.

Natsuya made sure to empty himself, and kneeled down, face to face with you. He grabbed your neck and kissed you slowly, deeply once again, tasting himself in you, the thought of nastiness already turning him on again, standing hard and tall quickly. Your hand drifted down to stimulate him once again, and he bit your lip, making it bleed again.

"Gosh you're really trying to make it up to me, don't you?"

"... I'm sorry, this wouldn't have happened if I didn't ask you to stay away love..."

Natsuya's face softened, his worried nature coming back to him at this, but were enjoying his animalistic side too much to let it drop so quickly, so you squeezed down on him once again, making him grunt, darkness returning to his caramel eyes, now looking chocolate.

Natsuya stood up and dragged you up with him by the arms, inhuman force making you weak on the knees. He turned you around and you supported yourself on the back of the couch, hand digging the fabric. He wasted not a single second.

"You're right princess. This was all because of your disobedience" he played along, as he noticed how much turned on you were with his roughness.

Pussy dripping, clear liquid going down your legs like never before. Natsuya kneeled right behind to smell in deeply, which made you red in the face, but he just spread your legs more and gave a long lick, from front to back, dizzy in your natural scent.

"I can't wait, get ready" and he didn't even finish his words, as his hard member was already making it's way inside of you.

The strain was almost unbearable, Natsuya was too big, too much, he felt too hot and fat, but the juices flowing from your inside only made it easier for him to keep going in. A few tears quickly formed on your eyes and fell, but your not sure if because of the pain or the relief you were feeling at least.

He wasted no time in getting to move, each stroke making him go in a little bit more and more, soon pressing all the spots inside of your pussy, his tip abusing your cervix. He felt no remorse as the tears kept falling from your face, because the sounds leaving your mouth and the squelch of your pussy sucking him back in told him another story.

His pace was absolutely animalistic, his tail firm and tense from the concentration, just like his ears, grunts and growls leaving his throat as his natural scent boosted even more with his sweat. In, out, Natsu kept penetrating deeply, hard and fast, the couch already moving form it's position.

"aaaaaaah natsuuuuu" you looked back at him, drool falling from the corner of your mouth, and your face still covered in his cum. "i- i can't-"

"what- is- it- that- you- can't?" Each word punctuated by a hit to your cervix, and now his hand was hovering over your clit. He gave slight touches here and there, but he still wanted to see you cry some more.

"I -... I need it-" he slapped your clit, and your pussy clenched hard ".aaaaahh touch me pleaseeeee"

He decided to give to you, and your delicious pussy already had him drunk in the pleasure, he just wanted to come inside you again and again and again, and didn't care for anything else. The hand over your clit finally made full contact, and he started rubbing it slowly but pressing hard, and you didn't need much more to crumble.

With a loud "fuuuuuuckk" you came all around him, squelch getting even louder as juices overflowed your insides, you hole pressing more around him, suffocating his dick. His tail instinctively wrapped around your waist when he pulled your upper body to his, to kiss your neck and back as you were still enjoying the stimulation. His strokes never stopped, nor faltered in rhythm.

Your shaky hand reached back and up, soon finding his ears on top of his head. You rubbed on them as you knew he loved, he always melted in your touch with that, because you felt his intensity growing even more.

"I really hope you're not tired yet, because I'm not done with you until you're full of my cum, stuffed to the point it overflows, fucked out so bad you can't leave my side for days, and each day you ask me for more and more..." He kept whispering dirty things in your ear as he came closer once again "I'm gonna make sure my scent sticks to you, becomes one with you, making it clear to the whole world that you belong to me, princess"

The overestimation already feeling too good, but too much, you kept crying out in pleasure while tightening around him, you already felt another orgasm incoming "aaaaaaah natsuuuuu I'm closeeee but... Haaaaah .... You have .... Have to first" you were decided to give it to him before you came again

For Natsuya, you felt absolutely angelic, heaven on earth, as your soft insides welcomed him since the very beginning. The beautiful sound it made, the sweet juices covering his whole lower body at this point... You didn't know it, but it was equally important for him to smell of you, to have it impregnated on his skin.

His member felt like it was about to explode, his hips faltering and falling out of rhythm, but still at a speed no human could ever. He had you lifted from the waist, meeting his strokes midway. His eyes were closed, but he opened them once again to see his cum on your face had dripped down your chest and-

"SHIT-" Natsu stopped suddenly, blurred vision as he held you tight against his skin. His tail tensed completely around you two, and his ears because stiff, and he emptied all the pent up frustration in ropes of milky white cum, that soon we're dripping down your legs. At the feeling of complete fullness, you had also cummed again, swollled lip between your lips as you wrapped you arm back around his neck and he breathed hard.

More and more kept coming out, painting all the inside of your walls white, marking you, scenting you from the inside out.

You remained still for a few minutes, trying to recover your breath. Natsuya was kissing the back of your head and neck, never letting his dick free from your pussy. You tried turning your head sideways, and he immediately reached down to kiss you, this time softly.

"I love you Natsu, I'm so sorry this is really all my fault-"

"Stop" the command in his voice making you bite your tongue "I'm sorry for all the mean things I said... It's my fault after all... But I will keep my word, and I'll make sure my scent never leaves you, ever again"

"Really? And how can you do that?"

"By fucking it into you every day ;)"

#kirishima natsuya #natsuya kirishima #natsuya x reader #free!#free! the final stroke #free! x reader #natsuya smut #mdni

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aventurineswife · 3 months ago

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The Fox and the Gambler

Summary: After decades of solitude and resentment toward the villagers who shunned you, your quiet life as a Kitsuné is disrupted when a familiar presence returns to your forest. Aventurine, once the curious child, Kakavasha, who dared to befriend you, is now a charming and enigmatic man. Though his return stirs old wounds and unanswered questions, it also offers a chance to rebuild the bond you thought was lost.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Kitsune!Reader, Modern Fantasy, Reconnection, Slow-Burn (Romance?), Angst with a Happy Ending, Found Family, Mutual Pining, Vulnerability.

Warnings: Mentions of past emotional neglect and resentment, Brief references to food tampering (no graphic descriptions), Themes of abandonment and emotional healing.

A/N: I forgot to tap answer... 🧍‍♀️😔💔

Contexts: (1), (2), (3)

The forest was alive with whispers of wind brushing through the trees, but beneath the vibrant canopy, all was still. You lounged on the thick branch of a sakura tree, your nine tails draped like shimmering banners, their silken fur catching glimmers of sunlight. It had been decades since you'd concerned yourself with the world beyond this sanctuary. Decades since the villagers turned their backs on you, pretending you didn’t exist.

It no longer hurt—not in the same sharp way. The sting of rejection had dulled into resentment, and you found solace in solitude. The villagers avoided the forest, their fear rooted in tales of your wrath. And yet, decades ago, a single child had dared to break the unspoken rule.

Kakavasha.

You’d woken to the gentle tug of small hands in your fur, a child’s voice murmuring in awe. At first, you’d thought it a dream. But there he was—a boy with wide, curious eyes, stroking your tails as though they were the most marvelous thing he’d ever seen. You’d pretended to sleep, too stunned to react, and he’d whispered his thoughts to you, offering trinkets and tiny morsels of food over the months that followed.

You pretended not to care, but in truth, his visits became the highlight of your existence. His offerings, though humble, were the only food you could stomach, and his innocent chatter filled the silence that had engulfed you for so long. You even prayed for his well-being—a silent blessing only he had earned.

Then one day, he stopped coming.

You searched for him, ignoring the shocked stares of villagers as you ventured into their world. But he was gone, and the ache of his absence settled in your chest like a stone. To distract yourself, you planted flowers throughout the forest, weaving a tapestry of color and life. Yet even that didn’t erase the memory of his small hands in your fur or the sound of his voice.

Years later, you sensed a presence approaching your tree. You didn’t stir, though the rustling of leaves and faint scent of incense teased your senses.

“You’re not really sleeping, are you?” a voice said, smooth and familiar, tinged with humor. “I know you pretended when I visited you as a child.”

Your eyes opened, slowly. The figure standing below was taller, his hair catching the light, and his eyes gleaming with a knowing look. He was no longer the child you remembered, but there was no mistaking him.

“Kakavasha.”

A smile tugged at his lips—wry, playful. “I go by Aventurine now. You’ve hardly changed, though.” His gaze swept over you, lingering on the tails that spilled like waterfalls around the tree. “Still as striking as ever, though I see the years have left their mark.” He gestured toward the faint scar on your cheek.

You frowned, sitting up on the branch with a fluid motion, your tails curling around you protectively. “And you’ve grown arrogant,” you said coolly, though your voice softened despite yourself. “You didn’t even warn me you were leaving. Do you know how far I searched for you?”

Aventurine’s smile faltered for a moment, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “I didn’t think I’d mattered that much,” he admitted. “Not to someone like you. The villagers barely acknowledged your existence, and I thought… I thought I was just a nuisance to you.”

Your tails bristled, the fur shimmering with irritation. “A nuisance?” you echoed, incredulous. “You were the only one who dared to see me. The only one who gave me offerings that didn’t reek of malice. You…” You paused, unwilling to reveal the depth of your feelings. “You weren’t a nuisance.”

Aventurine looked up at you, his expression softening into something sincere. “Then let me make it up to you,” he said, holding up a small offering—an ornate lacquered box tied with a golden ribbon.

You eyed it warily, your sharp nails tapping against the branch. “You’ve come back to bribe me?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Not a bribe. A gesture. Open it.”

Cautiously, you leapt down from the branch, landing gracefully in front of him. His eyes widened briefly, as if taken aback by your towering height. You plucked the box from his hands and opened it. Inside lay a bundle of silken threads in shades of crimson, gold, and silver—materials for weaving, an art you hadn’t practiced in decades.

“I remembered how you used to mend things with a skill that even my mother would've envied,” he said, a touch of nostalgia in his tone. “I thought you might like to create something for yourself again.”

You closed the box gently, staring at him with a mixture of gratitude and skepticism. “You’ve changed, Kakavasha,” you said finally.

“Call me Aventurine,” he insisted, his smirk returning. “And yes, I’ve changed. But I haven’t forgotten you, no matter how much time has passed.”

For the first time in decades, you allowed yourself to smile—a faint, fleeting curve of your lips. “We’ll see if you’re worth forgiving,” you said, turning to walk back toward the tree.

Behind you, Aventurine laughed softly, following your trail of flowers. “Oh, I’ll earn it. Trust me.”

And for the first time in years, you thought maybe, just maybe, you could let someone back into your world.

#x reader #honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr aventurine #aventurine x reader #hsr aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #kitsune!reader #modern fantasy #reconnection #slow burn romance #angst with a happy ending #found family #mutual pining #vulnerability

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tsunami-of-tears · 2 years ago

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ACOTAR Masterlist

☼ Angst ☁︎ Fluff ☾ Smut ✧ Suggestive (not quite smut) ✦ Dark themes

Series

Shadows and Sunshine ☁︎ ☾ ☼ Azriel x OC (completed)

Angel ☁︎ ☾ ☼ Cazriel x Healer Reader (for poly+ ACOTAR Week 2024) (WIP)

Haunted ☼ ✦ Elain x Medium Reader (sapphic), Rhys x Medium Reader (platonic) (WIP)

Oneshots

Azriel

No Control ☾ Azriel x Reader

Iris ✦ ☼ Azriel x Rhys’s Sister Reader

Someplace better ✦ ☼ Azriel x Reader

Cassian

Sunny ☁︎ Cassian x Reader

Switch ☾ Part II ☾ Cassian x Reader

Peace ✦ ☼ Cassian x Reader

Eris

Missing him drabble ☁︎ Eris x Reader

Feyre

Draw me like one of your fae girls ☾ ☁︎ Feyre x Reader

Lucien

Quality Control ☾ Lucien x Reader

Morrigan

Red ☁︎ ✧ Mor x Reader

But Daddy I Love Her ☼ Mor x Vanserra Reader

Rhysand

Cake ☁︎ ✧ Rhys x Reader

Taboo ☾ Rhys x Reader

Other Ships

The Wolf and the Fox ☾ Tamcien (A/B/O)

Just one? drabble ✧ Elucien

Poly+

Three Wishes ☾ Batboys x Reader

Foxtrot ☼ Nerissian

Subtle ☁︎ ✧ Azriel x Reader, Nesta x Reader, Nessian

Other

Size Queen hc ✧ Rhys, Azriel, Cassian, Lucien & Nesta

Reacting to Reader’s piercings hc ✧ Rhys, Azriel, Cassian, Lucien & Eris

So High School hc ✧ Rhys, Azriel, Cassian, Lucien, Eris & Tamlin

ACOTAR characters as dog breeds hc

ACOTAR ships as Taylor Swift songs hc

ACOTAR x Stardew Valley hc

Rhys teaching Nyx to read incorrect quote

Cassian cooking Nesta breakfast incorrect quote

Dividers are by me ♡

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drmetalheart · 1 month ago

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Chapter 100! Titled 'Ceremony' and is exactly what it sounds like. I know it were supposed to be in less than a week according to the prev chapter but still feels like everything is going so fast.

The color page is school themed probably because April is the start of the school year.

No chapter next month.

The chapter starts with Prez Bold arriving in Japan for the Japan-USA meeting and he is personally greeted by PM Inari.

Someone who looks like a fusion of kotaro and hoshikuma (lol) is warning Prez Bold that the meeting is a trap.

News of Japan's self-isolation broke just as Inari replaced Minamoto as PM. The self-isolation severed all diplomatic connections during these 3 years and the country got surronded in mysterious thick fog.

And now that the fog has been cleared...there must be some scheme behind this meeting.

Bold knows that himself. The whole world has been patiently waiting, observing what could have been happening in Japan. And someone HAS TO clarify it for everyone else. Who? President Bold, of course.

But to clear his colleague's worries about his safety, Bold introduces him to a granny.

She is a shaman (kemonoist), the strongest in the country.

The official English translation went with kemonoists for kemonoya (basically what Inugami and Anaguma called themselves; detectives dealing with kemono affairs). Shamans is what kemonoya are called in the USA.

She will be accompanying the president along with his security personnel. Her role is to see through any vixen 'curses' (magic) (Reminder that vixens is what bake kitsune are called in the USA...lmao so they dont account for male foxes?)

He will go unarmed, as his only goal is to talk.

PM Inari greeting President Bold.

Bold asks the granny if it's safe to shake hands. She answers that in case that woman is setting something up, the patterns the granny drew on President's body will react immediately and she will take injury in place of Bold.

Well, aren't these guys from the farm?

The whole world is watching the ceremony begin.

The opposition is ready for ii to start moving though.

Kabane and his friends as well as Iyo and her parents are in Gunma at Tarouta's restaurant.

Genji is in Kyoto.

Both places are outside of ii's initial Tokyo Skytree reach.

Mayo suspects that if Kaidou plans to intervene with the meeting, then his kaiju should emerge in the waters just within the ii's radius, around Ibaraki or Chiba. Why is he so sure though? He's sure the kaiju will emerge from the sea as it's a rule.

Robara raises a concern, that brainwashed people living in areas where the kaiju would appear would lack even a will to escape.

But apparently, Inari had ordered for people living in the Kanto area to be evacuated already. Akagi suspects its because it would be a problem if suddenly exploited people (mamono) died in large numbers.

There's many reporters and politicians still remaining in Tokyo though.

Iyo takes it upon herself and the tanuki to save the remaining people.

Kabane was about to say that Iyo's expression is strange, but he was stopped by akira and shiki.

But Iyo is fine with not smiling. Her people are not stupid to be fooled by fake smiles.

There hasn't been any updates about the vaccine from Thin and I am getting worried.

No one knows where Inugami or Mihai are, or what are they doing. It's up to Kabane and friends now to do something. For now, the goal is simple: clash ii and Kaidou.

The meeting has begun.

No face hair Inugami jumpscare.

Nobimaru actually had plans escape with Inugami.

But...

Flashback of his convo with Inari. He asks is it's okay to have Inugami be there at the meeting.

What point is there in lovers sweet talks if the other side in under a love spell? Watching someone spiral in despair is best enjoyed when their mind is clear, not clouded or brainwashed. (very paraphrased; basically saying that there's no point in watching inugami succumb to ii as she won't be able to enjoy him being in despair if he's brainwashed).

He asks to prepare the 'best seat' for Inugami.

Inari says no. Nobimaru is staying by her side during the ceremony.

Why, she asks, do you think I let you do as you pleased before? Did you think I trusted you?

Is there even a single person you trust? asks Nobimaru.

Inari: You know me so well...so well in fact that I wonder why are you still by my side.

Nobimaru too shall have a special seat at the meeting.

Back to the meeting. Nobimaru says that this is mostly likely the end for him. All he can do now is to pray, pray that Inari is hated by the world; pray that the person who is coming to save Inugami (Kabane), might perhaps save him as well.

He's calling Kabane a prince as reference to one of the prev chapters where Inari jokingly reffered to Inugami as a princess waiting to be rescued. But I'm leaving that shit out lol sorry.

Creepy Inari jumpscare. She's looking directly at Inugami, her lips saying: Look at me.

But he's always looking, no need to remind.

Meanwhile, Robara is giving these who can't fly means to uh...fly.

Three eyes of Cyclops...okay Aimoto!

Akira wants to match with them but he already can fly lol.

Kabane, Shiki, Akira, Kon are to deal with the kaiju.

Finally the actual conference begins.

Bold asks the reasons for the self-isolation. Inari 'apologizes'.

She needed to make some preparations in order to avoid greater chaos and confusion. Right now, Japan is a place where kemono and humans live together. But it's difficult to properly respect each other when both sides are essentialy different living beings.

The isolation was necessary to protect everyone from discriminative gazes of others. Inari only wanted to give human rights to kemono.

Bold doesn't seem like giving in her bs. They were worried. All diplomatic relations severed, the country is covered in dense fog, no way to call or send letters to Japan, no way to get to Japanese sites...As a President, Bold has repeatedly tried to communicate with Japan, fearing that the allied country might be in critical situation. However, all of these attempts had been rejected.

As he asks Inari, the pattern suddenly reacts, and the granny is injured.

He does a complete 180 and says that America agrees with PM Inari's policies and supports her. One trillion dollars will be donated to Japan.

ii has started functioning.

Those watching the conference are shocked. The Chinese kemono call Inari a reincarnation of Daji of the Yin (Shang) dynasty.

Well, we know that Mikuzu = Tamamo and Tamamo was based on Daji/is essentially Daji. It is rather peculiar that the Shang dynasty is mentioned because timelines...ack.

Daji was the consort of the last king of the Shang dynasty of Ancient China. The real Daji was killed and impersonated by a fox. She died after 1046 BC.

Tamamo-no-mae was a courtesan of a Japanese emperor Konoe who reigned from 1142 through 1155. These dates and the whole legend of being killed by a human and sealed into the Killing Stone perfectly lines up with Mikuzu and even lines up with the allurestone/bewitching stone being created AFTER the kemono jihen (which should have happened during Minamoto no Raiko's lifetime, 948 to 1021).

Basically, Daji lived like one thousand years before Mikuzu, so yeah do with this information what you want. Could be the same fox reincarnated every thousand years or something. Could be the chinese kemono comparing Inari to Daji/overreacting.

Inari got what she wanted.

Kaidou emerges as kaiju! The ape mamono are flying around with the cameras in order to report the kaiju emergence/existence and make it world news.

Mihai is mihai-ng and he's been doing around the world in one week until he ended up in Japan again because Inugami didn't tell him the place.(I assume he flew around in a week because in one of the previous chapters Inugami told him to wait a week as it was the time needed for the Radiotower ii to grow fully).

What a great 100th chapter! Lots of questions remain still...

What about the vaccine and Kanetake? Where are Ume, Tsubaki, Hoshi, Yamabuki and Mayu as they haven't been seen at the meeting? Or Mikage...not like the whole minister cabinet has to be at the conference but still. Are they all affected too?

Yamabuki was planning to use the tower. Is she gonna butt in between Kaidou and ii?

Rip hoshikuma arc though, you will be remembered.

And Sakura/Kyoto when?

#kemono jihen

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yokumirumerafan · 1 month ago

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Heyo! This is definitely really specific and kind of weird but I was wondering how you think tsuyu, Hitoshi, Denki would react to someone (pre or post romantic relationship) who has an insane amount of random fun facts about animals and finds basically any and every animal adorable (not insects) even some that people think are ugly (like opossums and sharks and snakes) and loves to randomly spew fun facts like how Fly agaric (red cap white gill amanita fungi) is poisonous to a lot of animals but red foxes will eat them to experience the hallucinogenic effects the fungi caused without dying. And how you can spin a shark upside down to put them into a temporary catatonic state if you feel you’re in danger near one. And pigeons make something called crop milk that they feed their young and only two other birds produce that.

🌿🦎 TSUYU ASUI (Froppy)

At first? She just blinks. “You know a lot about animals, ribbit.”

Lowkey impressed that you know more random animal facts than even she does (and she is part frog??)

Loves that you see beauty in things most people don't. Snakes? Slay. Sharks? Majestic. Opossums? “They’re actually very clean animals, ribbit.”

You two will spend HOURS just info-dumping to each other. She even starts bringing a little notebook for “Y/N’s Weird Animal Facts.”

The moment you told her about the upside-down shark thing, she said: “Let’s never try that. But it’s cool.”

She absolutely brags about your knowledge. "Y/N said that jellyfish have no brains but still function. Isn’t that amazing?”

You're the Animal Fact Couple™ now.

⚡🐹 DENKI KAMINARI

You start spouting animal facts and he straight up forgets what he was saying because he’s so entertained.

“WAIT WAIT WAIT—did you say FOXES TRIP ON MUSHROOMS???”

Thinks you're the cutest ever when you light up and go on a full rant about snakes being misunderstood.

“NO WAY, I’m telling Sero about this—Y/N says pigeons make baby milk!”

Tries (and fails) to remember the facts so he can impress you later but always ends up saying it wrong. “Yo babe, didn’t you say you could hypnotize a shark if you like... sing to it?”

LOVES animals now just because you love them. He buys plushies of every weird animal you like.

Secretly makes a “Fun Facts from Y/N” TikTok series. You go viral.

😴💜 SHINSOU HITOSHI

You start talking about opossums and he's like “…You like those things?”

But then you explain why, and his eyes do that soft, curious squint.

“You’re weird. I like it.”

LOVES when you randomly start throwing facts at him. You’re his favorite podcast.

He’s chill on the outside but if anyone dares insult your animal love, he’s absolutely shutting them down with one glare and a: “Actually, Y/N says pigeons are one of the smartest birds. Stay ignorant.”

When you talk about the hallucinating red foxes, he chuckles and says: “Sounds like me trying to stay awake in class.”

He 100% lets you decorate his room with snake-themed posters and shark plushies.

Slowly starts looking up facts just to impress you back. “Hey… Did you know that octopuses have three hearts? Just like I have one… for you.” (then dies of embarrassment)

#merafan #mha #mha headcanons #mha scenarios #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x you

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ifwebefriends · 1 year ago

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My Child Lebensborn review/thoughts/rambles

So the other day, I played a game called My Child Lebensborn and I just have a lot of thoughts and feelings about it. It’s kinda intense with its themes and story (TW below) so if you’re in a good headspace right now, I really think that you should play it or watch a let’s play on YouTube. It’s like 4-5 hours long. The game is on most consoles as well as android and iOS. It costs $3 and a part of that goes to the Children Born of War Project so while I’m usually pro-piracy, this is one game that I really think you should not pirate. I played the iOS version which you can download here.

The game is described as a “dark tamagotchi” where you play a struggling single parent in 1951-1952 Norway and care for your young adoptive child (either the male Klaus or female Karin, you choose). Klaus/Karin is a “Lebensborn,” an Aryan child born out of wedlock of a German soldier and a Norwegian woman during the occupation of Norway in WWII. You have to balance caring for the child both mentally and physically, work, investigating the child’s origins, and keeping up with local news. A lot happens to the child over the course of the game that you can’t do anything to prevent, you can only impact how the child sees the situation and how they may react to it. It’s a really good and educational game about an aspect of war that I wasn’t really familiar with until now and while it’s not really the most “fun,” it’s a very fulfilling and engaging experience.

The story is basically entirely told through text and mostly happens to the child outside of the home so most of the disturbing stuff happens off-screen but it’s still heavily referred to and feels like a punch to the gut.

If you have a hard stomach and think you can handle it, stop reading this post now and go play it as I’m about to give trigger warnings that could spoil the game and then go into my personal thoughts about it.

Trigger warning for: references to war, bullying, assault, poverty, abandonment, references to Nazism, attempted murder, being forcibly tied up, being urinated on, ethnic discrimination, cruel family members, cruel teachers, and child sexual assault.

Direct Spoilers below

So I don’t think I ever want kids IRL but the way that Karin had MY WHOLE HEART and I wanted to be the best parent ever for her 🥺 like that is my DAUGHTER and you WILL NOT TOUCH HER

Karin baby you deserved so much better I’m sorry I could only do so much for you 🥺🥺🥺

AHHH I DIDN’T BUY THE FOX TOY IN TIME IT WAS GONE BEFORE I HAD THE MONEY FOR IT FUCK

I wish I had chewed out the grandparents more during that visit with them fuck them

The bullying was so fucking cruel like what the hell that’s a child who didn’t ask to be born under these circumstances have some compassion!!!!!!

The way that I clocked almost IMMEDIATELY that Karin was sexually assaulted since she didn’t want to be touched (I don’t know where I learned the warning signs but I did)

I wish there was an option to fucking murder Mr. Solheim

I choose to believe that Karin and the parent ended up somewhere good where people were more tolerant, I have to believe that

I chose to investigate the parents as much as possible, be as honest with Karin as I could, and tried to keep some hope and cautious optimism alive in Karin while still being sensitive to her feelings and not forcing her when she didn’t feel like doing something and I was very satisfied with how things turned out, she trusted me fully by the end

I wish that Karin was more trusting of others by the end but I don’t know how much control I had over that

Here are my chapter complete endcards to further describe the choices I made:

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#it’s a rough game man #my child lebensborn #scheduled post due to global strike #Karin fjellvik #Klaus fjellvik #tw sa mention #tw sa implied #world war 2 #war #video game #video games #review

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nervousdiythesimspsychic · 3 months ago

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The fox and the treasure hunters

pairing: ateez x fox fm reader

genre: mystery, thriller, adventure

warnings: violence, dark themes, Psychological Trauma, Psychological Stress, blood and gore, Physical Danger, Suffering, Emotional Growth, Trauma,

xxx

Ziezo

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chapter 6: worries and no choices

The night was still deep and dark as the eight men moved through the wooded terrain. Branches cracked under their boots, and the only other sounds were their heavy breathing and the soft rustling of the wind.

No one spoke at first. The tension from the past few hours hung over them like a suffocating blanket.

It was Hongjoong who finally broke the silence. “We have to admit we underestimated her.” His voice was low, controlled, but there was a sharp edge to it.

Mingi scoffed. “That’s the least you could say. I mean, look where we are now.”

San looked over, his jaw tight. “You were the one who went to bed,” he shot back.

Mingi narrowed his eyes, but before he could reply, Yeosang raised a hand. “There’s no point in blaming each other now,” he said calmly. “What’s done is done.”

Wooyoung, who had been quiet until now, ran a hand through his hair. “I still can’t believe it,” he muttered, his voice hoarse and tired. “She completely played us.”

Yeosang nodded. “She was acting,” he said with certainty. “No one goes from terrified and helpless to aggressive and manipulative in seconds unless it was a performance.”

Hongjoong sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “What annoys me the most is that she played it smart. She used us. Let us untie her, comfort her… and then literally knocked us to the ground.”

Yunho looked at (y/n), his gaze slightly softer. “Yeah… but let’s not forget what happened after.”

A silence fell over the group. The words seemed to stir something in them. They exchanged glances, recalling what they had seen—her eyes, almost glowing in the dark, the raw speed and strength with which she fought, even while injured.

“Did you see her?” Yunho asked quietly. “I mean… really see her? She wasn’t just fighting. This was something else.”

San nodded slowly. “It was like her body took over. Like she wasn’t even herself anymore.”

“That explains why those hunters could scare her so easily,” Seonghwa noted. “(y/n) herself is smart, but the fox…”

“The fox reacted on instinct,” Hongjoong finished. He let out a deep sigh, his gaze fixed ahead.

Seonghwa clenched his jaw. “They didn’t spare her.”

“They would’ve killed her if we hadn’t come,” Wooyoung murmured.

Mingi stared ahead. “Maybe she realized that too,” he said bitterly. “That’s why she even fought us. She probably thought we were enemies too.”

San closed his eyes briefly and let out a deep breath. “Can you blame her?”

No one answered right away, but they all knew the answer.

As irritating and manipulative as (y/n) had been, no matter how much trouble she had caused—she had ultimately become the victim of something far worse. And she had been completely alone in it.

Hongjoong turned to Seonghwa. “How much farther to the cabin?”

“We still have a way to go,” he replied. “A few more kilometers.”

The group quickened their pace.

The men took turns carrying (y/n) through the dark night. Every few kilometers, the one holding her passed her to the next, always with the same carefulness. Despite their frustration over what had happened, they handled her injuries with care. Her breathing was weak, and at times she seemed to stir, only to drift back into unconsciousness.

A heavy silence settled over them. The night suddenly felt colder, as if the weight of their mission bore down on them more than ever.

The cabin came into view, and with each step, the tension among them grew.

The men finally reached the hut, hidden among the trees and far from the city. It was a modest shelter, but it offered the privacy they needed now.

Mingi, who was carrying (y/n) at that moment, knelt down and carefully laid her on an old, worn blanket on the wooden floor. She let out a soft, pained sound, her eyebrows drawing together, but she remained unconscious.

Seonghwa was the first to act. He immediately started a fire in the fireplace to drive the cold out of the space. As the flames slowly flared up, filling the hut with a warm glow, the severity of (y/n) condition became truly apparent.

An uncomfortable silence fell over the group as they took a good look at her. Her clothes were torn and stained with blood, her skin covered in bruises and scratches. The wound on her leg, where the hunter had stabbed her with a dagger, was still bleeding. But the most disturbing thing was her face—her lower lip was split, her cheek swollen, and a thin trail of dried blood ran from her nose to her chin.

Yeosang cursed softly.

Wooyoung, who had been furious earlier, was now silent as he knelt beside her. His gaze drifted over the red marks on her wrists, left behind by the ropes that had bound her for so long.

“This is… worse than I thought,” Yunho murmured, running a hand through her hair.

Hongjoong sank into a rickety chair, staring into the flames of the fireplace.

San sat against the wall and closed his eyes for a moment. “First, we make sure she doesn’t die,” he muttered. “Then, we figure out what comes next.”

Mingi nodded. “I’ll clean the wounds.”

Mingi fetched a bowl of water while Seonghwa and Yeosang knelt beside (y/n). Her face was still twisted in pain, even in her unconscious state. Seonghwa tore a piece of fabric from his own shirt and dipped it in the water. With gentle, precise movements, he began wiping the dried blood from her face.

Yeosang inspected the wound on her leg where the dagger had struck. “This really needs to be cleaned, or it’ll get infected,” he murmured, his voice low and concerned.

Mingi nodded and sat beside him. “Hold her leg still,” he said, pulling a small bottle of strong alcohol from his pocket. “This is going to hurt.”

He carefully poured the liquid over the wound. Even in her unconscious state, (y/n) reacted. Her body jolted slightly, her face contorted, and a soft groan escaped her lips. Seonghwa placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her still.

Yeosang bandaged her leg tightly, but not too tightly. He looked at her face, which now seemed a little more relaxed, though only slightly.

Mingi leaned over her, inspecting her wrists. The rope burns looked painful—red and swollen. “What have we done to her…” he whispered almost inaudibly, but Seonghwa heard him.

“We tied her up, we didn’t torture her,” Seonghwa said softly. “The hunters are the ones who did this to her. It’s up to us to make sure she survives.”

Mingi nodded and carefully spread an ointment over her wrists. (y/n) groaned again, her head turning slightly to the side, but she still didn’t wake up.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the hut, San had fallen asleep against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, but his head tilted slightly, as if he had dozed off mid-thought. Jongho lay on the floor, using his arm as a pillow, while Wooyoung sat against a wooden support beam, his eyes closed, breathing deeply.

Yunho leaned against the windowsill, gazing outside. “We have her, but we’re not safe,” he said in a hushed tone.

Hongjoong stood a little further away, his expression sharp and watchful. “They’ll be looking for us. Especially now that they know what she is.”

Yunho nodded. “The only question is, how long do we have before they find us?”

Inside the hut, the silence was filled with the crackling of the fire and the soft breathing of the men who had finally found a moment to rest. But it didn’t last long before Seonghwa’s voice broke through the quiet.

“She’s getting a fever.”

Everyone still awake immediately turned toward (y/n). Mingi felt her forehead and cursed under his breath.

Zoë lay still, but her breathing had quickened.

And they had no idea if she was strong enough to fight off the fever.

Wooyoung, roused from his light sleep, sat up and sleepily looked at the group. “Of course… She has to get sick too,” he mumbled. But there was little sarcasm in his voice—just weary concern.

Jongho and San also began to stir. San rubbed a hand over his eyes and looked at (y/n), who murmured something unintelligible in her sleep. Her body twitched slightly, as if she was struggling against something in her dream.

“What’s she saying?” Jongho asked, moving closer.

Seonghwa shook his head. “No idea.”

Hongjoong frowned deeply. “If her fever doesn’t go down, this could get dangerous. We can’t just leave her like this and hope for the best.”

Yunho looked up at him. “What do you suggest? If we send someone to the city for medicine, we risk being discovered.”

“I can look for herbs,” Yeosang finally said. “Not as effective as real medicine, but it’s better than nothing.”

“I’ll go with you,” Mingi offered. “I know a little about which herbs help with fever.”

Hongjoong nodded. “Alright. Stay out of sight and come back as soon as possible.”

Yeosang and Mingi left the hut while the rest of the men stayed with (y/n). Seonghwa continued tending to her, repeatedly wetting the cloth and gently wiping it over her face and neck.

San watched and sighed. “She’s annoying and dangerous,” he mumbled.

Wooyoung leaned against the wall and briefly closed his eyes. “Yeah… what a mess.”

Hongjoong looked at the men, seeing the exhaustion in their faces and posture. “You’re all going to sleep,” he said firmly.

San opened his mouth to protest but closed it again when he saw the serious look in Hongjoong’s eyes. Wooyoung rolled his eyes but got up anyway. Yunho and Jongho gave a short nod and withdrew without argument.

As the hut grew quieter and the others settled in, Hongjoong remained next to Seonghwa. They both looked at (y/n), who was still feverishly trembling under the blanket. Her breathing was heavy, her face damp with sweat.

Seonghwa wet the cloth again and gently placed it on her forehead. “She looks really bad, Joong.” His voice was soft, almost hesitant. “Do you think she’ll make it?”

Hongjoong stared into the fire. “She has to.”

Seonghwa looked up when Mingi and Yeosang returned half an hour later. “Did you find anything?”

"Yes," Yeosang answered, pulling out the herbs. "This should help with the fever and the pain."

Mingi immediately walked over to the kettle by the fire. He filled a wooden bowl with water and set it in the hot ashes, allowing it to slowly warm. Meanwhile, Yeosang crushed the leaves between his fingers, releasing their natural oils and juices.

"How long is this going to take?" Hongjoong asked impatiently.

"Not long," Yeosang replied as he dropped the finely ground herbs into the water. "But it won’t work instantly either. It will ease the symptoms, but she mainly needs rest."

Mingi stirred the liquid slowly with a spoon. The bitter scent of herbs spread through the cabin. When the mixture was finally ready, Yeosang murmured, "We need to get her to drink this."

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. "Do you think she can even keep anything down in this state?"

Seonghwa sighed, glancing at the girl's face. Her lips were dry and cracked, her breathing shallow.

Mingi knelt beside her, carefully brushing a damp strand of hair from her face.

Yeosang took a wooden spoon, scooped up a small amount of the mixture, and gently brought it to (y/n) lips. "Come on, drink a little."

At first, she didn’t react, but when the bitter liquid touched her tongue, she let out a weak groan and turned her head away.

"(y/n), you need to drink this," Seonghwa urged.

He supported her neck slightly and carefully pried her jaws open just enough, allowing Yeosang to try again. This time, she swallowed a small amount with difficulty.

"Good," Seonghwa whispered.

Seonghwa examined the wound on her leg. "This isn’t good," he muttered, noticing that the bandage had started bleeding again. "We need to do something, or it’s going to get infected."

Hongjoong looked at the wound, his lips pressing into a thin line. "You mean... we have to cauterize it?"

Mingi, who had just sat back down beside Zoë, tensed. "Is that really necessary?"

"Yes," Yeosang confirmed.

An uneasy silence settled over the hut. None of them were comfortable with the idea, but they knew it was necessary.

Seonghwa rubbed his face wearily. "We need to do it quickly before her body gets any weaker."

Hongjoong nodded and stood up. "I’ll heat a knife in the fire. That should seal the wound."

Mingi looked anxiously at (y/n) face. "How are we going to keep her still if she wakes up?"

"I’ll stay with her," Seonghwa said firmly. "I’ll hold her down."

Mingi exhaled heavily and looked away. "This feels wrong."

"I know," Hongjoong said as he placed the knife into the fire. "But if we do nothing, it’ll be worse."

The knife glowed red-hot, the heat radiating from the metal. The men exchanged tense glances, their bodies rigid with anticipation.

Seonghwa took a deep breath and looked at Mingi. "We need to put something in her mouth, or she might break her teeth if she bites down."

Mingi nodded, pulling his dagger from his belt. He quickly unwrapped the leather handle and rolled it up. "This should work," he murmured, carefully parting (/n) lips just enough to place the leather between her teeth.

"Hold her tight," Hongjoong warned. "We don’t know who will wake up—(y/n) or the fox."

Yeosang knelt by her legs, while Seonghwa firmly held down her shoulders.

Hongjoong took a deep breath, wrapping a cloth around the knife’s handle to protect his hands from the heat. "Ready?"

The men nodded.

Hongjoong slowly brought the glowing knife to her wound. As soon as the metal touched her skin, the hut filled with the sizzling sound of burning flesh.

(y/n) body tensed instinctively. A raw, muffled scream tore from her throat as her muscles seized up. Her head jerked back, but Seonghwa held her firmly in place. Her eyes shot wide open—and for a brief moment, they glowed intensely.

Yeosang cursed. "The fox!"

Her body started to tremble, her fingers curling like claws, and a low growl escaped between her teeth. The air in the room grew heavier, as if an unseen force was pressing down on them.

"Hold her down, Mingi!" Hongjoong shouted, as Mingi tightened his grip on her wrists, pressing them against the floor.

(y/n) breathing was ragged, her body fighting both the pain and the control she was rapidly losing. But exhaustion and her injuries proved too much. The glow in her eyes flickered, her muscles slowly relaxed, and her body collapsed, trembling, onto the mat.

The fox was gone.

Hongjoong pulled the knife away and quickly dropped it into a bucket of water. Steam rose as the steel cooled.

The hut was filled with the sound of heavy breathing.

Seonghwa wiped the sweat from his forehead and carefully felt around the wound to check if the bleeding had stopped. "We need to bandage it now and hope she’s strong enough to recover."

Hongjoong looked at (y/n), his face unreadable. "And then? What do we do when she wakes up?"

A heavy silence hung in the air. None of them had an answer yet.

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The first rays of sunlight slipped through the cracks in the hut, casting soft, warm patches of light on the wooden floor. The lingering scent of smoke and burned flesh still hung in the air, a silent reminder of the painful night they had endured.

Yeosang was the first to open his eyes. His back protested against the uncomfortable sleeping position, but he ignored it. His gaze immediately drifted to (y/n), who still lay motionless, her chest rising and falling slowly. The bandages on her leg were still clean—a good sign.

Slowly, he stretched and noticed the others around him beginning to stir as well. As the morning progressed and the men gradually woke up, a tense silence filled the hut. The smell of smoke and herbs still lingered, a reminder of what had happened that night.

Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Mingi, and Yeosang sat apart, their gazes shifting between each other and (y/n). Her breathing was still weak, but she seemed more stable than before. They knew they had to inform the others about what had happened.

"We need to tell them," Seonghwa said softly, looking at the other three.

Hongjoong nodded slowly.

Eventually, they called the rest of the group together. San, Wooyoung, Jongho, and Yunho looked at them questioningly, still rubbing the sleep from their eyes.

"What is it?" Yunho finally asked when he realized the four men hadn’t gathered them just for a casual conversation.

Hongjoong was the one to speak. "We need to tell you something about last night... about what we had to do to her."

The light atmosphere in the hut shifted instantly. The others looked at them with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.

Seonghwa took a deep breath before delivering the verdict: "Her injuries were too severe. The bleeding wouldn’t stop… We had no choice. We had to cauterize her leg."

A chilling silence fell.

San's eyes narrowed. "What?"

Wooyoung cursed under his breath and shook his head. Jongho clenched his jaw, and Yunho stared in shock at the sleeping (y/n).

Sensing the tension, Mingi crossed his arms. "If we hadn’t done it, she probably would have bled to death. It was either that or losing her."

Yunho shook his head slowly. "Damn it..." he whispered.

San sank against the wall, running his fingers through his hair. "She’s going to hate us."

"She already did," Yeosang muttered dryly.

But the joke fell flat in the tense atmosphere. No one could deny how devastating this must be for (Y/n).

Jongho was the one who finally sighed and stood up. "Then we just have to hope she doesn’t wake up in a murderous mood."

next chapter

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the-bi-space-ace · 2 months ago

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For your director’s cut ask, I’m going to share a list of some favorite stories/scenes and let you choose what you’d like to give more detail on. 😊

1. Modern AU - I love the relationships between these characters. Every story is so heartwarming but also hurts so bad. 🥺

2. The World Tumbles Down - Echo and Crosshair on the observation deck. One of my favorite scenes in the whole series. The vulnerability and understanding between the two of them. ❤️

3. Whatever It Takes

4. In Their Own Ways

5. Oh, Shut Up

The last three are classic favorites I’ve reread so many times. Thanks for sharing so much of your wonderful writing with us! 🥰

ooooooh I'm going to give more detail on allllll of them :)

Apologies that this took a few days I may have gotten a little carried away trying to get all my thoughts out lol

Modern AU - My partner and I talk about these characters allllll the time. It was my partner who introduced the idea of a modern AU where Rex has Echo and Fives as his sons but as we were building on that AU it became clear that there needed to be a backstory about Rex and his brothers. I wanted a story that delved into childhood trauma, how each sibling can react to it differently, and how they would cope when abandoned at a young age. Every good moment has that underlying 'something terrible happened here' which I love in a story and what makes this one so special to me personally is that they're all going to be okay. Sure, the things that happened to them were horrible and they'll live with that hurt for a long time but they are okay they turned into wonderful people who love each other fiercely and make the best of a bad situation. In the next few fics for that series I'm going to be exploring some of the fallout after that first summer without their father: having to move out of their childhood home, Fox graduating high school and grappling with whether or not he should leave for college, Cody growing up and being a teenager with Wolffe as a kind of dad and kind of brother and the problems that arise from having so much responsibility for a very young Rex, and how Wolffe is coping with having to be a parent to his youngest siblings. There's a lot more to come and while there are a lot of hardships to get through there will still be fluff tossed in. Wolffe learning how to be the adult and make up with his brothers even when he's frustrated with them, Fox learning how to be his own person outside of what has happened to him, Cody getting to be a kid for once, and Rex growing up very very loved. I’m planning on doing a holiday themed fic that shows some of the happy memories and the ways Wolffe tried to make his brothers’ lives full even when they had so little. I'm excited for it and I'm also hoping that sometime soon a name for the AU will come to me and I'll be able to rename Modern AU into something more... telling about what it is and what it's about. One day lol. It’s something I come back to every time I write for it. What should the AU be named? Should it have a name? We shall see.

Echo and Crosshair on the observation deck in The World Tumbles Down is very special to me. It's one of those scenes that was meant to be a deep breath and expanded into a pretty honest and caring moment for these two. It was originally much smaller, meant to round out the chapter with something lighthearted but when my partner edited it they told me with some padding it could speak more to what's going on with the characters so I added far more than I intended in the first draft. I knew I wanted Echo to talk about things with the batch, little by little, and get some kind of closure by opening up but Crosshair also needed someone to take him out of his head for a bit. He doesn't want to talk, neither of them do, but they give each other company in some pretty dark moments. These two are so important to me. They scratch a particular itch in my brain that I can’t get anywhere else. It’s them or nothing. Many times I have to stop myself from just making every sweet moment in my fics about these two. This was a needed moment and one I actively reread when I need some comfort. It has become one of the defining moments, for me at least, of this fic. It’s where Echo accepts comfort, where Crosshair admits he is afraid to lose him and the people around him, where they both draw from each other what they have needed for a long time: a friend.

Whatever It Takes - This was a request way back in 2023 from @renton6echo and what was meant to be something short turned into 10k+ words of Echo Echo Echo Echo. This is one of my favorites and I still go back to reread it to this day. This is one of those fics that I just started writing and couldn't stop. The words kept coming and they didn't stop coming and it was such a wonderful thing to experience. Every piece of it came together exactly how I wanted and I love this fic so much. There's such an intense protectiveness from the batch and Rex in this one that made me grin from ear to ear while writing it. I love that, especially when it's aimed at Echo. It's one of my favorites for relationship dynamics between them all too. Something about it just feels very authentic and it's one of my favorite 'eras' in my Ao3. That fic and every fic I posted around then is so very me and it's a lot of fun. I may have to go reread it after this lol.

In Their Own Ways - Back when I first started writing fic for the SW fandom I focused solely on one shot hurt/comfort. I was pretty sure I'd never branch out into longer fics and focus on these shorter moments in time instead. Boooooy was I wrong lol. This is still one of my favorite Hurt/Comfort fics I've ever written. I was so engrossed in my Crosshair and Echo obsession already and this was one of my first attempts at getting it on paper. Honestly, this is one I could see myself rewriting. It's been almost three years and I've improved a lot, have a better idea of characters and Star Wars in general, and would love to revisit it and update it to be more current to my style now. Plus, back when I first started writing fanfiction I was really worried about not making things too intense. I was worried that I should tone it down and make it a lot simpler than I really wanted it to be when, really, I like when the moment is even more charged. I really should have just written it exactly how I wanted to in the first place but I was still really afraid to. I'm happy to say I have grown out of that fear completely lol. I still love this fic with all my heart and I think the fic itself is still very good and something I am proud of, I just think one day I may rewrite it and see what changes. I would never ever take the original fic down, though, it's still super near and dear to my heart.

Oh, Shut Up - An OG fave. One I still read with fondness and love and think it is one of my favorite fics I've ever written still after all this time. I wrote this fic on my phone, in my notes app, while laying awake in bed in the middle of the night. I knew I wanted to engage with the fandom but had no idea how. This was what I decided to do. I was so focused on representing the characters right, worried I'd screw up the characterization and it wouldn't be believable, that I spent most of my time working through who the characters were while writing it. It needed to be perfect, especially if I was going to put it on Ao3 for everyone to read. Echo and Crosshair are two characters who are such a comfort of mine, will continue to be, and this fic really does encapsulate everything I've ever wanted to put out into the world about them. It's so self-indulgent (all of my fics are) and it's really the core of what I've always wanted to write. Hurt/comfort. Tension. The need to reach out but not knowing how to bridge the gap. And the eventual acceptance of each other. I'll revisit it over and over again and never get tired of it.

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