#trouble trio hunter x hunter

[rotten-pomegranate]

yandere Trouble trio + uvogin making reader smoke weed

Warnings: rape, torture, smoking weed, being high, forced smoking

A/n: I like getting high

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Phinks

Phinks just wants you to loosen up a bit and stop screaming and crying for a couple hours, this man literally just wants some peace and quiet

He brings home a light dab pen because he doesn’t wanna get you totally buzzed

If you put up I fight he might offer to do it with you and if you still put up a fight he’s probably gonna threaten you with locking you up in your room for a week

If you don’t put up a fight and just take a few puffs and chill out he’ll be happy and just let you go about your day or night in peace

Shalnark

He wants you to let him have sex without you screening and trying to get his much bigger form off you the whole time

He’s also gonna get a dab pen but a stronger one just to make it extra easy for him to have his way with you

If you put up a fight he’s pinning you down putting it in your mouth and plugging your nose until you have to breath

While he’s doing that he’s also gonna taunt like “wow imagine what I can do if you do pass out, it would be so much easier”

When your body finally betrays you and you breath in the smoke he’ll be so happy he might pick you up and spin you around

Uvogin

Uvogin wants you to loosen up and let him snuggle you without having to catch you and then pin you down the whole time

He gets a classic bong and bag of weed and shows you what to do

If you put up a fight he’s gonna pretty much do what shalnark did and force your mouth over it until you breath he won’t taunt you though

He’s gonna give you the biggest bear hug when you finally calm down and stop struggling

Your totally sleeping in his bed so he can snuggle you all night

Feitan

Feitan wants you to shut up and let him touch you in peace

He brings home a bong and threatens you with torture if you don’t smoke it

If you put up a fight anyway then he’s dragging you down to the basement tying you up and cutting you up a little

He’s also gonna make you smoke it right there and then he’s bringing you back up stairs so he can just hold and touch you without all your annoying cry’s

He’s also gonna have you sleep in his bed and not yours because your never this quiet

Your gonna be smoking a lot more

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[keiriiz]

Shalnark’s Actor just being Shalnark 👾📱

He’s great, I love my little manipulator being bullied for being a creep. I should post my Shalnark headcanons soon like how I did my Chrollo ones. I love the entire Troupe but Shalnark is my favorite leg.

Also wanted to note, this same actor also played Wing in the performance!

[lightfeltmemories]

trouble trio sharing a partner.

characters include: feitan, phinks, shalnark

note: fun fact, this was left as a draft on my main for like over a year and i read over it and thought.... it would be better on here, but anyway, there's a lot of adult trio poly stuff, why not trouble trio? I have plans (just me announcing it, I already know it'll take years for me to actually go through with making said content) on making trouble trio content, fanfics and whatnot. so, here's a headcanon post about how the trouble trio would go with a polygamous relationship with the reader, nsfw themes will have a 🔞 on the side so look out! and when it comes to requesting anything similar to this..... no, i will not do the adult trio.

trigger warnings: yandere tendencies (but there's no actual yandere stuff like obsessiveness and whatever, most of it is just their normal way of showing affection), mentions of kidnapping, possessiveness, reader's eventual death, feitan carves his initials onto you because "you're his."

parts of this contain nsfw material, do not interact if you are a minor.

How It Starts

So, who are you? For them to actually even care about your existence, you would either have to be a part of the troupe or be someone they know way back from Meteor City, I highly doubt they would go heart eyes over some really stunning person they ran into on a mission or so, because looks aren't everything, right? A pretty girl, a handsome boy, or an attractive genderless person isn't gonna phase them in the slightest, unless you're powerful enough to woo them out their boots, other than that, the choices are; being apart of the troupe (which is the most likely case, since they have a chance of them all being with you more often) or you being a friend of theirs in meteor city and their feelings grew overtime.

Who would fall for your first? I'm honestly tied between Phinks and Shalnark, for Feitan it would take like 2 billion years for his crush to kick in since he isn't in tune with his more softer emotions (yet), Shalnark to me is.... odd... he seems like the type to fall for someone oh so easy but dude is like, the personified version of "don't judge a book by its cover," and the only thing Phinks got going for him is..... anger issues, so I'd go with Phinks on this one! of course when people (troupe members) ask him about his affections towards you, he denies them with the most obvious blush on his face, his infatuation isn't exactly that obvious but there are some hints like him wanting to be next to you more or even the two of you hanging out on your off days! next on the list: Shalnark, so how exactly would he fall for you? well, he'd probably get paired up with you more on missions and when he starts to hang out with you more he starts to feel himself grow fond of you more, and it slowly grows into a crush! kind of simple really. And finally after those 2 billion years are up, Feitan is up next! Everyone has this collective idea that if he realizes he has a crush on you, he'd do the opposite of his two counterparts; he'd want to avoid you so that the feelings won't grow stronger as he considers it a distraction, he may even contemplate on killing you, which is something I really hate to say since I feel like the idea is slightly far fetched for his character (i'm guilty of saying this myself but i considering the topic of that specific post i wanted to be dramatic) but I can see why people think this, killing you only goes if you aren't a member of the troupe but since you are, he'd have to deal with you, forcing himself to accept the fact as time goes by that he is in love with you, he's confused with his feelings when it comes to you, he isn't used to crushes, no one to him is that special for him to fall for, love is very sacred to him, it's something he and the others mentioned above haven't really experienced, and as it grows, he starts to form a soft spot for you as he gets to know you well, he starts to find parts of you that made him like you to begin with. (ik Feitan's is kinda longer than the others but I'm biased he's my fav).

How would they act around you? This was really hard to do for some reason but I already stated above that Phinks would hang out with you more and would be near you a lot, at first his affections towards you wouldn't be too different to how he acts towards others, for someone like him he's pretty good at hiding his infatuation, though over time he's starting to loose the "I have a crush on Y/N" allegations, the others would tease him a little for how he acts around you, he shows to have more sympathy and affection for you, like he's more handsy with you than everyone else, and is most definitely protective over you, he really is a girly girl, ain't he? Shalnark is a bit more happier when he's in your presence, he opens up with you way more than everyone else (when you two are alone ofc) and plays video games with you, he'll never give you a break and let you win though, he's just too good! (And competitive) May not be as protective as Phinks but he damn sure isn't gonna let you getting injured slide. Feitan once again is an interesting case, since he's come to terms with him being infatuated with you, the signs will be waaaay more subtle than Phinks', you would lowkey be left confused, like something tells you he likes you but you can't exactly prove he does, you're seen with him more often, he talks to you more, but in the beginning that's about it really, but overtime he gets more handsy with you like Phinks but not as much, he would most definitely tease you when he's in a good mood, giving you nicknames and such, and of course, very protective over you.

Confessing & Relationship

Finding out they all like you! When they start to see one of the other become more affectionate towards you, shit starts to get real, a scenario where Feitan sees you and Shalnark playing a newly released game, the both of you are so happy, laughing and all, and Feitan is hiding somewhere and just stares at the both of you, the worst scenarios are running through his mind, are they dating? do they like him? he wants to do something about it but can't because for one troupe members can't fight and two, he sees how happy you are, how can he ruin that? Another scenario is the old fashioned switcheroo where you and Feitan are getting a little too handsy with one another, he's got his hand on your thigh and your hand on his shoulder, Shalnark is now in Feitan's shoes, bad scenarios running through his brain thinking the two of you have a thing for each other, a part of him wants to step in but he can't. It's kind of subtle at first until everything starts to build up, they can see each other's jealousy seeping through, let's say Phinks was the one to save you from an attacker and Feitan wasn't quick enough, a glare is shot at Phinks' way as he sees the way he's holding you and reassuring you, and he catches it, he's confused, what the hell is going on? Another scenario where the troupe is having fun or whatnot and you and Shalnark are laughing about something a little too hard, he spots both Phinks and Feitan seething in jealousy, he's also confused! Until it all hits the three of them; they all like you!

Them finding out..... So, when they finally sit and conversate about the rising tensions between them to solve it, they come to the conclusion that you are the reason why, how will they go about this? They all have a goal in mind; a monogamous relationship with you, they are all trying their absolute hardest not to start anything between them, they were all on good terms until this very incident, they had no idea what to do about this, their own friends are crushing on the same person they want, and the tensions can only grow from here, and beyond this point things can go either north (good) or south (bad) really quickly. From here on out, they challenge themselves to impress you so that one of them finally gets you, an unspoken rule, until they realize that you like all three of them, and things grow extra confusing, they're happy because "yay they like me!" but also mad because "grrr they like him back!!" So everyone involved is kinda like.............. "omg??"

Poly? So, because everything came out, they all like you and you like all of them back, they're stuck here wondering how this will work, a polygamous relationship isn't even a thought to them because they just want to have you, and it may be one of your biggest fantasies, you eventually let it out that you want all of them at the same time and because of their confusion you would have to explain to them, they argue that it's not going to work well, since for one, they are all territorial when it comes to you, Feitan is most definitely the worst one since he's never exactly felt this feeling before and it's most likely his first crush and potential relationship, and since you're pretty special to him he doesn't want to lose you to someone else, in all honesty he'd probably kidnap you and hide you away from Phinks and Shalnark if you weren't apart of the troupe, so you can be his forever, yayyy, we love yanderes!!!! Phinks is in the middle, while yes he wants you to himself he doesn't want to admit that he would want to at least give it a chance, Shalnark is pretty chill, the idea of him having you to himself is nice also, but a polygamous relationship would probably solve all this conflict between them.

They Agree, so The Relationship Starts Here! So they decided that just for you, they would all agree to date you, of course at first this doesn't sit right with them since they want you to be with one of them, but they're also like... shit, I mean we all technically got what we wanted so we might as well make the best of it!

Small Miscellaneous Things

When they don't receive enough attention. Despite you all agreeing on a polygamous relationship, they all still get jealous whenever one is getting more attention than the other, when Phinks isn't receiving enough attention he gets more agitated, prone to more outbursts and will even straight up pull you away from the other, when Shalnark isn't receiving more attention, he would tap your shoulder or find ways to annoy you like hugging you or getting in your face, when Feitan isn't receiving more attention he finds ways to get yours by breaking something like a glass cup so that you can at least say a few words to him even if they aren't exactly the most kind, or staring at you for an ungodly amount of time to the point where you can physically feel his eyes on you, or like Phinks, will pull you away from the other so that you can be with him more.

🔞 What sex is like! Sex isn't too different from the usual, you can't really have group sex with them often since shit gets competitive real fast, they will go above and beyond to make you cum the hardest and scream the loudest, but when one or two of them so happens to be away, Feitan will make marks on your body to be territorial, so show the other two or to other people outside that he was the one who made that mark there, and it's even worse because he puts them in places that aren't exactly the easiest to cover, either it be a bite mark or a scar that spells out his initials. Shalnark will mark hickeys on your neck or will have photos of you having his cum dripping on your face or you laying beside him just completely slutted out and send them to the other two just for giggles, Phinks won't do anything outrageous (he can't you'll fucking die) but will have you wear his clothes afterwards to let the other two know when they get back who fucked them out ;).

Things start to get better! Overtime they start to realize that the petty fights over who gets to spend more time with you are meaningless, and that they all love you and you all love them, it takes them a while for them to come to these terms, but in the end, it gets better for the future, and everyone loves each other, movie nights aren't filled with who's chest you get to lay on anymore, sex isn't "who gets to make them cum harder" more, you don't feel as if you're some type of prized possession, you're now treated with actual respect and love and consideration, of course there's fights here and there like any other normal couple, but life is good.... for them anyway.

You were murdered! If they ever come into your house to find it ransacked, their first priority is to see if you're alright, they find your body laying in your room, devoid of all life, shit starts to get real, they never rest to look for the one who did this to you, since Shalnark has cameras hidden away around the house, it doesn't take long to find out who did it from hacking and such, and once they find them, it takes so much to not just rip their head to shreds and feed it to wild animals, Feitan wants to give them the worst of all of his tortures, and afterwards they die by their phinks blowing their head clean off their shoulders or shit maybe shalnark will do it.

[thedancefloorsilly]

Hi! I think this is your ask/request box so please correct me if I’m wrong lol.

If you don’t mind could you do Shalnark,Feitan,Phinks, and Illumi with a s/o who asks to paint his nails? Just like a head canon of if they’d allow it and what colour n stuff

Also I love your blog, I love how you pretty much stick to the canon. Have a good day/night :)

𐐪♡︎₊˚ trouble trio + illumi :: reader asks to paint their nails

hii!!! and yes youre totally fine this is the right place <3 imma just say rn that i LOVEE this req lol its so cute! and thank you so much omg <33 i like to try and stick to canon so i appreciate you noticing i hope u have a great day/ night as well MUAH

cw :: might have spelling mistakes its a lil long hehe

✧.* phinks

- you and phinks were absentmindedly watching the t.v., when a nail polish commercial came on and immediately struck you with a certain idea. you smiled to yourself, and called out your bf’’s name, "hey phinkkkksss," you sang out, which caught his attention. "yeah?" he answered.

- "can I paint your nails?"

- he makes a grimace when you first ask him this, and by the looks of his face... he's ready to tell you a hard no. it's going to take a bunch of 'pretty pleases' and other ways of convincing for him to give in. 

- but once he's thought about it, phinks will finally let you paint his nails.

- you tell him you're only gonna put clear polish on him, just so its not too ‘showy’. then again, phinks’ hands and nails are... a little roughed up so to say, which prompts you to think: why not just give him a whole manicure!

- once you start, phinks never realized he’d feel this relaxed by this process. he’s just sitting down watching you intently cut his nails, filing them down, shaping up his cuticles, while also thinking to himself, “is this why people love getting their nails down??”. 

- plus he just lovesss all this attentive care you’re giving him!

- right as you were about to paint his pointer finger with the clear polish, he immediately stops you. “i changed my mind,” he says abruptly , “go paint ‘em however you want,” phinks then smiles. and nooo he totallllly didn’t say that to make the process longer noooo.

- but you smile at his request, and follow along with a green polish. phinks notices this and smiles, appreciating how you chose his favorite color to paint his nails :)

- “finished already?” phinks asks once he sees you start to dry them off. “Nope!” you say, and then immediately take his hand to plant a kiss on them, “but now i am.”

- he chuckles, and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, while then eyeing the work you did. this whole manicure thing really wasn’t as bad as phinks thought. in the future, there might be a chance where phinks might suggest for you to do his nails again <3

✧.* feitan

- believe it or not, feitan actually enjoys watching you paint your nails. he finds the whole process of it so satisfying whenever you do.

- the precision of each individual stroke, along with the gratification he gets whenever you perfectly paint your nails is something he'll never get tired of (except when you mess up...)

- but one day after you were finished painting your nails and waiting for it to dry (of course he was there next to you), you brain lit up with a little idea.

- "how 'bout i paint your nails for a change fei?" you asked him, to which he just looked at you stoically.

- now feitan didn't give an immediate response right away... he just had this blank look to him, a look that would be almost impossible to decipher.

-"fine," feitan decides, which makes you happy and surprised to see. You search through the colors of your little bag filled with nail polishes, but immediately stop once feitan tersely says, "black" (no surprise tbh).

- so as you find the black sitting at the bottom of the bag, he puts his hands out toward you and you get the nail polish wand ready. the thing about feitan is that his hands aren't shaky or anything so its really easy to paint!

- as you precisely cover each nail, feitan literally finds everything SOO relaxing likeeee

- watching you do your nails is one thing but being the person getting their nails painted is another!! he loves the pampering feeling you're giving him, and though his usual bare expression says otherwise, he's actually thoroughly enjoying himself!

- once you're done and they’ve dried, feitan intently looks at all of them. now you might be nervous about what your boyfriend might say, but no no no he's looking at his nails like that because he LOVES it!! 

- it's really adding to his look he thinks, and under his mask feitan has this cute smile on his face.

- he then pulls down his mask to give you a small kiss to your temple :) and as he notices that you haven't painted your nails yet, he's asking if he could paint yours black so that you guys can match.

✧.* shalnark

- definitely the most lenient of the four to allow you to paint their nails! 

- So the minute shalnark jokingly asks, “what if you paint my nails someday,” you immediately take it as an opportunity to do it!! when you ask him what colors he wants, he just leaves it all to you so that you can surprise him (”pick whatever color you want, _____.”).

- now obviously you’re gonna take advantage of that opportunity... which leads you wanting to do the most extravagant nail design ever- 

- each finger is gonna be some different color and different design, whether it be polka dots or stripes or glitter or gems... shal literally does not KNOW what he’s got into. 

- and he even realizes this the minute you take out EVERRYY single color and little design accessory you’re gonna be using on him... for sure you know that your inner nail artist is come out so shal better come thru with a tip and everything LOL

- now as you start painting his nails, the colors you’re using are... questionable to say the least, and shalnark can’t help but make a jovial grimace when he see’s them.

- “that’s an— interesting design choice you’re going for, _____!” your boyfriend says oh-so cheerfully when he see’s how you’re doing his middle finger .

- “hm? i don’t see a problem with them?” you joked back giggling, as if you weren’t trying to recreate a portrait of shalnark literally onto his nail. spoiler alert: it looks like a giant glob. 

- (listen, your intention is to have fun, not to make them look pretty!)

- so once you’re on your very last nail to paint, and shalnark has experienced every stage of grief after seeing how you did them, the minute you place those last gem stones onto his left-hand pinky is when you finally announce that you’re done! 

- and the minute you give him that excited (and giggly) smile, he gazes over at your creation and you two just can’t help but to laugh.

- now shalnark hopes that chrollo doesn’t call a troupe meeting anytime soon, because its practically be impossible for him to remove them off from the amount of top coat you put on them. and noticing that your nails aren’t painted, nows your turn to experience the saaame treatment.

✧.* illumi

- the idea of you painting them actually came from a dream, in which you were decorating his nails with a shiny black paint on them. though you really weren’t sure how he was going to react, you decided to give it a try and ask illumi.

- now at first, your lover just stares at you with no trace of emotion found in his eyes. in his mind he was confused. he didn’t really see the purpose of painting them or anything. they were only a weapon, nothing more nothing less.

- but you explained to him that painting his nails was honestly just for fun, something you guys could try together!

- and so illumi takes this information with ease and allows you to paint his assassin nails (even though he still didn’t really get the hype with them...)

-when you start painting his longgg nails, he’s kinda just STARING at you the whole time... it’s a little pressuring because illumi’s gaze can be a little intense sometimes.

- everytime you make a teeny mistake, he might point it out 😭 saying stuff like “you smudged it” or “there’s a spot you missed”. and this isn’t him trying to be rude or anything, illumi’s just trying to help in his eyes.

- even though things feel quiet, deep down illumi actually really likes this whole process. illumi never really got any kind of attention growing up, so seeing you putting this much effort in something as little as painting his nails, it really makes him feel appreciated. 

- so yes, he’s very much enjoying the process now :) even closing his eyes in relaxation as you continue down the line of nails. once you tap your hand, signaling that you’re finished, he opens his eyes again.

- “done already,” he asks, and as you nod, deep deep down Illumi feels a little disappointed (he was really enjoying himself after all)!

- the minute he looks down, he takes his new painted nail’s in. once again... cue that blank stare. does he like them?? does he hate them?? does he—

- “they look nice,” illumi finally says, making you let out a quiet sigh in relief because you honestly can never know with him... 

- even though your boyfriend’s lack of words might suggest that he didn’t think much of them, deep down, Illumi was more than impressed! he really thought they looked nice :)) that, and every time he see’s them, illumi will just be reminded of you <3

[sleepless-translation]

Phantom Troupe Drama CD English Translation-Track 12

CD : HUNTER×HUNTER～Next Episode Scene 3 幻影旅団 (Link)

Track 12. おじいちゃん,おばあちゃんを大事にしよう “Let's take good care of the elderly!” starts at 41.23

Disclaimer:

This is a fun bonus content from the 1999 anime that I decided to translate because I want others to enjoy it too (´꒳`)♡ Do note that some of the characters might act in an unusual comedic manner.

Summary:

Shalnark, Phinks and Feitan are helping an old lady to get to her destination. This is right before they meet the rest of the troupe in the hotel. (The origin of the Mooncake Trio.)

[Feitan] Finally we got off. Train too crowded. I hate. 

[Phinks] What’s the hotel called again? 

[Shalnark] It’s Beitacle Hotel. I think it’s that way.

[Old lady] Excuse me. Which way is the Ivone mansion??

[Shalnark] Huh? Are you talking to me?

[Phinks] Sorry, Granny. But we’re not from around here. You should ask someone else.

[Feitan] Get out of here or I make you suffer.

[Shalnark] Hey, don’t threaten her. She's just an old lady, you know.Grandma, we apologize, but we really don’t know.

[Old lady] It's right across from the Beitacle hotel. Didn’t you just point that way?

[Shalnark] Ah! Haha.

…

[Feitan] So, why Shal carrying granny on his back?

[Old lady]. I’m sorry for the trouble.

[Shalnark] It would take more time if we walk together.

[Feitan] Better if she manipulated with black voice.

[Shalnark] I can’t do that!

[Phinks] Geez. Shal can kill someone without batting an eye, yet he’s oddly generous.

[Feitan] You one to talk with the bags in your hands. Who you fooling?

[Phinks] I couldn't just leave Shal to do all the work. But, I didn't think I'd actually carry these.

[Feitan] If you no want, just say so.

[Phinks] If I did, would it change anything?

[Feitan] Better if I cut granny’s head off. No need manipulation.

[Phinks] Cut it out! Why are you always so quick to kill people?

[Feitan] Destroy nuisances, destroy obstacles. No other way.

[Shalnark] Haha~ Don’t say that. Helping out someone once in a while isn't a bad thing. The occasional philanthropic operations are also a part of the Troupe, right?

[Phinks] Well, we have to balance a little bit of our bad reputation with good deeds.

[Feitan] Can our bad reputation... cancel out with just this?

[Phinks] Hahaha! Makes sense!

[Feitan] Why you laughing? I not understand.

…

[Shalnark] I see. So you’re going to meet your grandson.

[Old lady]. It’s been 5 years so I'm very excited.

[Feitan] You becoming soft. Shal, you just like an ordinary guy.

[Phinks] You appear like a fine young man.

[Shalnark] I'll take that as a compliment.

[Old lady]. No, no. It’s not only about appearance. Your friends are also fine young men. That one over there even with his unfriendly look, he’s quite a nice person too.

[Phinks] Good for you. You got a compliment.

[Feitan] It not for me. It Phinks.

[Phinks] What are you saying? I’m not even close to looking unfriendly.

[Feitan] Not even close? but you the worst there is.

[Phinks] What does that mean?

[Shalnark] Come on. No quarrel between members of the troupe.

[Feitan] Phinks is the one out of control. I am calm.

[Phinks] Tch. This guy.

[Old lady]. Now, now. The young man with the narrow eyes is just acting tough. You are good friends with the two, right? Thank you.

[Feitan] If you want to live and meet your grandson, w-watch what you say.

[Shalnark] Oh~? Are you...embarassed?

[Phinks] It's not every day he’s praised.

[Feitan] Get moving.

[Shalnark] Alright. Here we are.

[Phinks] Here you go, Granny. Be careful with your belongings.

[Old lady]. Thank you very much. You guys really helped me. So sorry for the trouble.The least I could do is to give you these.

[Shalnark] No. There’s no need.

[Old lady]. It’s fine. Listen to the elderly.

[Phinks] Then, I’ll gladly take one.

[Old lady] Here, you too.

[Feitan] Me? I no do anything!

[Old lady] It’s alright. Just take it.

[Feitan] Fine.

[Shalnark] Well, we’ll get going!

[Old lady] Thank you very much, you youngins.

[Phinks] TIme to go. See you, Granny. So, what did she give us?

[Shalnark] This is some kind of sweets, right? Isn’t this what they call mooncakes?

[Feitan] She gave the troupe mooncakes as thank you. What a joke

[Phinks] It’s good enough, isn’t it? For an old lady, it's the best she could do.

[Shalnark] Let’s try one out.

[Phinks] *Munch* It's sweet! No good. It’s too sweet for me.

[Shalnark] Hmm. Sweet foods are not my thing either. Let’s just give them to Machi or Shizuku later.

[Phinks] Ah. Right.

[Feitan] *Gulp* It too sweet but...

[Shalnark] Hm?

[Feitan] ...it not bad.

════════ End of track ════════

TL Notes & Commentary:

The old lady actually called Phinks いかちい / 厳つい "rugged/stern look." Used to refer to someone with a scary face and seems unapproachable. And yes, Phinks was oblivious to the fact that he does look rather unfriendly.

It was really hard to purposely mess up Fei's grammar yet also make it sound adorable in a way, so I hope it turned out okay!

Mooncake trio in Japanese is 月餅トリオ

[cr33pyjaja]

Moon Cake Trio // Trouble Trio

Chibi Phantom Troupe members :D I'm kinda proud because it was hard to draw Phinks' hair but it finally turn out nice 😭

I really like their trio a lot, I found them funny together 💗🤌

*HxH by Yoshihiro Togashi

[rotten-pomegranates-fics]

Yandere Trouble trio with hybrid reader

Warnings: smut, kidnapping, yandere, rape

Shalnark

Shalnark what’s a bat because he thinks your the cutest little thing in the world with your big brown eyes and little fangs that you try so cutely to bite him with

When he’s having sex with he lives watching your wings twitch and flop around trying to get him off you to no avail

He loves sneaking up and yanking on your ears randomly to see you jump when you feel the random pain

He gets you one of those pull up bars for the closet if you sleep upside down, half the time you don’t get to use it though because he wants you to sleep with him

If you drink blood he’ll have no problem stealing blood bags from the hospital for you

Feitan

Feitan wants a cat because they are quiet and for the most part obedient

Even when you have little outburst of throwing a vase or some plates on the floor he likes it because he gets to have his fun putting you back in your place

If you scratch stuff in his house your gonna get pinned down and declawed he only gives you one warning

Don’t worry he does understand you need to scratch so he’ll get you a post for it

He makes you sleep on the floor with no blankets or pillows when your bad other times he lets you sleep in the bed with him

Phinks

Phinks wants a cat because your cute and small and for the most part you listen to what he says

Your the cutest thing he’s ever seen in his life, with you little tail and your big round eyes

And your small he love that your small it makes it so easy for him to move around

If he ignores you for a little bit and you start curling up in his lap begging for attention he’ll lose his mind

He gets some mad cuteness aggression when your going about your basic human activity, your changing a light bulb and your standing on the counter because your to short? He’s dying of cuteness

He has you sleep with him every night because of how you curl up under his arm nice and toasty from his body heat

He won’t do anything sexual if you don’t start it, but if you do he’ll be so happy, he just lives watching you ride him with all your little tummy rolls and your cute little tail hitting his legs when you go back down

©rotten-pomegranate- All rights reserved, don’t steal, translate, copy, plagiarize, claim my work as your own or post it on other platforms.

[sullenhighstar]

They're both barbie to me

Bonus:

[dovithedarklord]

Age of Monsters - Chapter Fourteen

Pairing: OFC x Simon "Ghost" Riley, OFC x König

Tags: Slow Burn, Slow Build, Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe, Blood and Gore, Blood and Violence, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, POV First Person, Not Beta Read, Medical Inaccuracies, Military Inaccuracies, AFAB OC

Trigger Warning: The story will contain violance, blood and smut in detail. Please, keep that in mind!

⚠️MDNI⚠️

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Author's Note

New developments are revealed, and the small team gets involved in interesting new adventures.

Hello!

A little late, but Merry Christmas to you all!

I have a few trigger warning for this chapter! Detailed description of blood, violence and injury.

Have fun! :D

I.M.L. – Infected Mammal Lifeform I.H.L. – Infected Humanoid Lifeform

if you're interested you can find the story on AO3: Chapter Fourteen

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The soft ringing of the communicator fills the silence that settled between the walls of the office with a deafening sharpness, and with each passing second, the urge to smash the wretched device against the wall grows more and more. As I glance at the two Hunters standing next to me on my periphery, I can immediately identify that they are also raging with the exact same helpless fury and astonishment that is driving my consciousness towards a complete nervous breakdown. There is no denying that our little trip started rather unluckily, and ended with such a surprise that helps us slowly sink into a mess from which it's not certain that we will be able to climb out anytime soon. And although the burglars ransacked the whole place quite skillfully, we were left with enough clues to piece together what the hell could have happened in the slaughterhouse that the facility had become. After our little research, at Alejandro's suggestion, we made our way back to the base, and I had the opportunity to admire what kind of crumbs we managed to collect, and the fact that I became a naked, shredded nerve fiber is an understatement. Life has dragged many fools into this world from the womb of their mother, but Alviar surpasses all of them, with which the only non-negligible problem is, that we bear the brunt of his stupid god-role-play. Or rather, humanity.

Suddenly, the blue hologram appears from the device, and in the small window of the call our two friends forgotten at home take shape, who presumably retreated to Price's office and were already waiting for us on the edge of their seats to finally give word about the progress of our investigation. And it doesn't take the captain's keen eyes more than a few seconds to realize that something is very wrong, because as soon as he sees our trio and the gloom sitting on us, then any hopeful expression with which he might have joined our chat disappears from his face in a blink of an eye.

"Is there a problem?" Price inquires cautiously, and although his voice comes through the communicator crackling, I can clearly make out the seriousness in his tone. And judging by the way his eyebrows slowly meet on his forehead in a troubled grimace, it's evident that he's already started making theories in that sharp brain of his, wondering what we might have discovered during our hike in the mountains that helped us put on this gentle, ominous radiance in such beautiful unison.

"We're in some deep shit." MacTavish says almost immediately, perfectly summing up the conclusion of the clues we found with this one sentence. There is no mistake in my Scottish friend's statement, because as soon as we shared what we came across in the maze of the research institute, we quickly realized that the fucking chaos we experienced on the city mission was just a friendly little party compared to what the good doc cooked up in the basement of his humble residence. Because Alviar's handiwork has the potential to make us think back fondly to the experience that we enjoyed in or failed mission.

"To say the least." I add, pulling the corner of my mouth into a sour line, and as the very fresh sight of the strange corpse discovered in the lab pops up in my head, I don't try to stop the frown that moves to my face from the nervousness that has moved into my head. And this is enough for the two men waiting at the other end of the call to put on the well-recognizable features of confusion, now probably burning with the desire to finally have someone blurt out what the hell could have happened.

"What did you find?" The bearded Hunter asks, and even in the faint glow of the hologram, I can see doubt creeping into his blue eyes with insidious certainty, as he slowly realizes that we haven't contacted him in the company of the fantastic developments he was hoping for. At the beginning of our little adventure here, even I had the foolish hope that maybe fate would be kind and throw a complication in our path that we are able to iron out. But now I've learned that I shouldn't beg for karma, because every single time the bastard proves that it can and wants to show me surprises that make me lose my mind.

"The research institute is destroyed. Someone got there before us and killed everyone." My Scottish friend begins to elaborate on the events, and I catch it only from the corner of my eye, as his mouth presses into a thin line, and his unfocused gaze settles on the table, as if he wandered off to somewhere else in his mind for a moment. And I have a inkling that he is projecting the victims of the senseless bloodshed on the canvas of his consciousness again, as if he is looking for more motivation to brace himself for revenge, which he is no doubt considering. What a shame that we are once again left without a culprit, so there is no one to vent all the creative tricks of his brutality out on.

"Alviar created a mutant-human hybrid." I share this little tidbit with the captain quickly, leaving no time for him and Garrick to react to the first unfortunate incident. Because this is the detail that, in addition to the tragic silence of the facility, contributed to the tension inside me, which slowly helps my stomach shrink to the size of a tennis ball. And it seems that I'm not the only one who is filled with a sufficient amount of anxiety by the new information, because when the two Hunters on the other side of the line understand what I have shared with them, the icy shock of recognition appears on their faces with definite outlines. Because they also know very well that this is a catastrophic turn for us even in the best-case scenario.

"What?" The surprised question breaks out from Price, and I could swear that I have never had the pleasure of seeing the man so astounded. For a moment, the self-confident calmness slips from his face, and if the situation weren't so terribly serious, I would surely enjoy watching his mouth open in astonishment, like fish washed up to the shore, starving for oxygen. But now, even my witty little mind doesn't want to dwell on this, because the stress dancing on my nerves helps to direct my thoughts back to the topic immediately.

"Based on the notes found in the lab, he created a serum from the DNA of multigenerational mutants, which is capable of creating a lifeform from humans that is more intelligent than an I.H.L."  I summarize the knowledge of the myriad of documents I found, and this very simple fact sounds even more impossible when said out loud. I wasn't mistaken that I managed to stumble upon a whole gold mine on the computer, because I got my sly little hands on every single research and experimental log, observation record, and other similarly interesting tidbits created up to that point. And among the data I found in these documents, I had plenty of options as to what I wanted to be more horrified by. Alviar bit off more than one could chew with his entire work, because the virus that subverted humanity was too fast-changing from the beginning to even be able to make a vaccine against it. Although it became obvious after the appearance of I.H.L.s that the human body is also a suitable host for the pathogen, my dear colleague soon realized that he wouldn't be able to achieve results different from the original course of the infection if he tried to play with the virus itself. And even I can't deny what a brilliant idea it was on his part to use multigenerational mutants, because the changes of the infection in their genetic material remained stable enough for the doc to be able to work with it. The doctor made an amazing breakthrough, but it doesn't change the fact that only a full-blown idiotic fool would do something like that if he knew there was even the slightest chance of shit hitting the fan. And it did hit the fan, big time. "According to the test records, their physical strength and endurance is similar to that of other infected lifeforms, but in the case of hybrids, their cognitive abilities remain completely intact." I continue my not-so-rosy explanation, laying out the most important pieces of information in broad outlines, because I have a feeling that no one is interested in the exciting scientific details, but rather in the shit we are sinking deeper and deeper into every day.

As the shock on the faces of the two men freezes for a frightening moment on the projected image, it occurs to me that maybe technology is playing a cruel joke on us, and the connection with the home base has been lost. It's only then that I realize that only my little presentation has been too effective, when Garrick pushes himself away from the table with some colorful curses rolling off from his tongue, running his palms over his head in an angry motion, as though he wanted to test that he was really in reality and not just in some morbid dream. And I can sympathize with the existential crisis he must be going through, because even my brain had a hard time accepting that there are indeed such ambitious but extremely single-minded people who are willing to risk the fate of the world for the sake of their powerful friends and a fat credit or two.

"Bloody hell..." Garrick mumbles his insults under his breath, slowly clasping his hands behind the back of his head, directing his dark eyes to the ceiling, maybe looking for an answer there to those troubling doubts that are surely already filling his consciousness with ever-increasing enthusiasm. "But why?" The very legitimate question emerges from him, as he finally turns back towards the conversation and spreads his hands wide, channeling all his frustration in this one movement.

"They want to replace us." Riley also joins the conversation, and his voice reaches such dangerous depths that I can almost feel the poison raging inside him, hidden behind his mask of indifference, on my skin. His anger is understandable, because we were faced not only with the fact that my colleague cooked up a catastrophic new danger in the darkness of his basement, but also with the reality that with this thoughtless experiment, they also wanted to reshape the system that had been standing on an unsteady ground, to begin with. "There aren't enough of us, and there are more and more of the I.M.L.s."

From this one statement, the face of the Hunters on the other side suddenly turns into something quite scary, and the somber mood creeping into Price's features inevitably awakens the instinct of flight in me. Even though we are separated by thousands of kilometers, even through the image from the communicator, I can feel every single spark of hatred burning in those pair of bright eyes, which tells me that the doctor is almost lucky that someone else blew a hole into his head, because I suspect it was a still kinder death, than what the bearded man would want to give him after what he had heard.

"Based on the research data, they wanted to create artificial soldiers akin to the Hunters. But since they had no luck synthesizing the DNA of the Hunters, when they saw that during the new evolution of the virus, humans could also survive the infection, they thought they would give it a shot." I attach my explanation next to the masked Hunter's grim comment, briefly outlining the quite logical, but no less spineless and immoral solution, with which Alviar wanted to remedy the problems that have arisen in recent years. There is no doubt that the doctor started his work along a very real and pressing issue, no matter how much he went astray on a path full of dangers and moral questions. I also don't argue with the fact that with the spread of the virus and the interbreeding of the I.M.L.s, the amount of beasts to be exterminated has greatly multiplied, compared to which the Hunters, unfortunately, didn't manage to be born in sufficient numbers, of course. Several decades ago, with highly questionable reproduction experiments, the government already tried to create Hunters in a natural way, practically forcing both male and female Hunters to mate with each other. Of course, they realized the problem very quickly, because sadly both the Hunter and the Healer genes showed recessive inheritance, so although, with a sour taste in their mouth, the authorities were forced to leave the right to create their little butchers to nature and luck. And it seems that after many years the attempts have started again, first with the DNA of the Hunters, then after the failure, with that of the mutants. The goal was obviously to increase the number of people fighting against mutants with this new invention, and to create a species with whom there is no need to fear that they erase half a colony without regeneration. And this would indeed have been a very tempting solution if Alviar hadn't completely ignored the fact that the basic properties of the virus include not only the boosting of physical strength, but also aggression for its easy spread. Of course, this didn't stop my colleague from trying to make the new superweapon since the appearance of the first I.H.L.

"Nothin' is enough for these fuckin' bastards." MacTavish hisses from between his clenched teeth, shaking his head resignedly, and his voice is filled with such bitter anger that it makes me feel sorry for him for a fleeting moment. He feels betrayed, and even I can admit that he is right. He and his companions have put their whole lives on the line so that the people can live out their days in safety within the walls of the colonies, without having to worry about a beast gutting them alive. The same peace is enjoyed by the upstanding member of the government, who rest in the warmth of their offices, behind their desks, in the peace that their loyal dogs create for them by wading in blood. All this so that they can reach for the first solution, weak even as a hypothesis, with the greatest peace of mind, which may bring even more tamed fools to their feet to serve them. One might think that they do this out of love for their people, but only morons are so naive. The government knows too that a new tool is needed against the growing threat, so why not create something whose mental stability is not tied to conditions and can be sacrificed, because they can produce a new one to replace the dead at any time? They don't have to spend years and huge resources on their training, but with a tiny ampoule of miracle medicine, they can turn anyone into a weapon. It's just a bonus that they managed to get a large number of subjects for the experiments from the many law-breaking prison inmates. How fucking smart.

"And what about the I.H.L. from the city? Is that a hybrid too?" Garrick suddenly speaks up, thus diverting the conversation to another interesting component, which caused me quite a headache at first. Because the hybrid found in the morgue and the mutant-rider I.H.L. have very visible differences between them. While our friend observed in the city remained surprisingly human, it was disfigured in the same way as the rest of its species, although it hadn't turned into a grotesque, lanky creature, as unsuspecting victims do after being bitten. But the hybrid... It's a different story. Alviar produced a spitting copy of a full-grown, at least S-class Hunter, except for the abnormal sharpness of the teeth, the characteristic whiteness of the eyes, and the sickly paleness of the skin. That creature, with one or two negligible differences, is a human, not a degenerate monster.

"Oh, no. That one was bitten by a hybrid." I give this very simple answer, and as a wry smile makes its way to my lips, my two friends appearing on the hologram know as well that this isn't a joke. "The bite of the hybrid only affects humans, and the infection creates a less intelligent lifeform. Smart, but just enough to obey the hybrid and be able to attack in an organized manner. Only an improved I.H.L." I further elaborate on this subtlety, deepening the gloom of our companions listening to us in our small home, because this is certainly a fact that brings the mess we've fallen into full circle. If the existence of the hybrid itself were not enough, which according to the data easily rivals a Hunter in terms of physical strength and endurance, then we also have to face the fact that the bastard is also able to make its own little minions, thus creating an entire deformed army for itself. And the icing on the cake is that, unsurprisingly, the hybrid gets along very well with the other members of its little mutant family, and is able to play the role of the leader if it feels like it, thus bringing the diverse multitude of infected lifeforms under its power.

"If the hybrid was in the research institute, how could it bite anyone?" Garrick continues his quizzing, leaning on Price's desk with his palm, and it seems that his brain, stimulated by stress, is pouring out better and better insights, one after another. And I'm not surprised, because my little fan boy's mind is sharp as a knife, and he immediately put together the rather small detail that I couldn't grasp with my mind either, until we found the embarrassingly simple answer to it. "And how did that I.H.L. get this far?

"Easily. Because the hybrid was made-to-order."  Riley answers, spitting the words with contempt, and although he seems to be a model of composure and coolness even after such serious discoveries, I only need to observe the furrows slowly appearing around his eyes and the strong line of his jaw clenching under the material of the mask to know that it's not as easy to restrain his anger with an iron fist as it seems.

"What are you talking about?" Price frowns in confusion, and it seems that this statement fills him with a sufficient amount of foreboding to hold on to his desk and look for a way to ground himself. Although I suspect he guessed as well, that Alviar didn't choose this very interesting field of research out of pure passion, after we learned that the new threats were created by the hands of humans. With many years of experience behind his back, he knows all too well that in this wretched world, only the things that the authorities know about can be executed in the greatest secrecy. Because it's in their interest to hide problematic elements.

"I found Laswell's report in Alviar's office." MacTavish gets to the juicy bit of information he found in the doc's extravagant grave. As it turned out later, I was indeed not mistaken about the poetic sense of fate, because Alviar was executed in his own neat hole of an office. Based on the Scottish man's clever reconnaissance, the intruder probably killed the good doctor with a well-aimed shot after he conjured up the serum hidden in his safe. And I could pat myself on the back for my flawless intuition again, but it would be tasteless to make fun of the dead. His pathetic death is shameful enough for him even in the afterlife. "They wanted to deliver the final product to the customer a month ago, but a little whoopsie happened on the way and the bastard got out. Before he was captured, he bit two guards, one was killed on the spot, and the other was brought home so that the doc would have somethin' to examine."

After the Scottish Hunter shared the content of the report with us in the car, several of our burning questions were answered quite easily. The I.H.L. was able to travel thousands of kilometers undetected to the neighbor of Colony No. 17, because they were traveling there with what was able to create our mutant-riding friend in the first place. Alviar believed that after much effort, he had finally succeeded in creating the perfect specimen, which he could finally show off to his customer. However, he was quite ignorant about how sophisticated the hybrid he created was able to communicate, and he forgot to take into account the very small detail in his big experiment, that the mutants are also able to contact each other with pheromones. So why shouldn't a hybrid be able to perform such a magic trick? So, when the mutant intended for a weapon released its small chemical signals in the wild and the rescue army arrived in the form of monsters, the well-laid plan was overturned. Although the threat was defeated, the hybrid broke free and gleefully munched on two guards, who underwent a transformation so rapid, compared to what had been observed so far, that it was quite impressive. Under normal circumstances, it would take a few days for the changes to kick in, but here the two victims began to mutate very quickly in a matter of minutes. One was shot dead immediately, but Alviar insisted that the other to be saved, so that his sneaky hands could get closer to him. So the tattooed man survived the entire ordeal to turn into an experimental subject, and the one, who was believed to have been left behind to die, easily healed himself with the abilities he developed from the virus and set off to the nest where we later met him. It's a real fucking bedtime story.

"Who was the customer?"  Comes the question from Price, and by the sinister curve of his mouth, it's quite clear that although he wants to hear it with his own ears, he has a candidate who is so reckless as to commit such a despicable act. And before, I would have made fun of the man for so blindly ignoring the many small steps that led up to this point. Because there could have been a whole series of subtle little signs that the sharp-eyed captain should have noticed much sooner. But the fact that fate has once again confirmed another theory of mine doesn't fill me with joy, because my soul aches from the bitter lines of betrayal slowly settling between the Hunter's features.

"Shepherd." Riley shares the name that rests next to Alviar's signature on every single research document, his deep voice filled with a piercing loathing that makes it painfully obvious how much he feels stabbed in the back. It's impossible not to notice the way his broad shoulders tense up as his hands clench into fists, as if he wanted to keep chaining his body to immobility with this, before the anger that burns beneath the surface with the heat of slowly bubbling lava erupts.

The masked man isn't the only one who is disturbed by this development, because the room is enveloped in stunned silence as the two Hunters on the other side of the hologram fall quiet upon hearing the shocking information. And I suspect that the fact, that the hand of the leader of Colony No. 17 reaches so deeply into this slow-boiling, bloody upheaval can be enough to make anyone sick. The very person who decided to manufacture disposable replacements was the one who entrusted the unit with the noble task of cleaning up his dirt. Of course, it makes sense why the colony leader entrusted the small team with the task of eradicating the nest, and why he wanted to end the case as quietly as possible. He probably knew what made the I.M.L.s befriend their humanoid counterparts from the moment that wretched footage of the merchant's attack surfaced. He was well aware that the frenzy of his new toy had created the fuckup into which he was most happy to send us to erase, along with every little trace of his crime. The only thing the old man didn't consider was what would happen when his loyal subjects started asking questions, when they found themselves face to face with the terrible mess he had managed to create with the doc. Shepherd was conceited enough to think he didn't have to fear the bites of his loyal dogs. And most of the time it's this presumptuous stupidity that causes the fall.

"That fuckin' scumbag." Garrick snaps in disbelief, filtering the words between his teeth as his expression slowly turns into a snarl of rage. And he isn't alone in his indignation, because I suspect, that the only thing that keeps the Scottish Hunter and his threatening bosom friend in a transient state of calm is that it wouldn't be their own equipment on which they would vent out their anger, should they decide to let the ire pulsing through them in sure waves take control over them.  But unfortunately, it's not the time for legitimate resentment, because we have to face a much more urgent complication than the grievances of Unit 141 against the colony leader.

"The hybrid was eliminated after that because it was found to be too dangerous. But the serum was very much preserved. And someone found it long before us." I sprinkled this tiny little nothing that gives me far more cause for concern now than Shepherd's and Alviar's questionable business dealings. For although there is no evidence that the serum was stolen by those who turned the whole facility upside down with such great enthusiasm, it doesn't take more than a few working brain cells to realize what could have been so terribly valuable, that made them visit the facility at all. This drug contains a myriad of horrible possibilities if it falls into the wrong hands, and surely the person who ransacked Alviar's nice home was aware that there was a market niche that he could serve with it.

"We need to find out who took it." Price states almost immediately, formulating the obvious next step for our little team. Because there is no doubt that the culprit needs to be found before they have a chance to pass on the goods. Once we lose the trace of that serum, I have a feeling that the next time we have a chance to catch up with it is when someone has already destroyed half the world using it.

"The bastards tricked the security system, but they weren't thorough enough." Alejandro joins the discussion of the clues, who has been following our increasingly tense discussion silently from a small corner of his office. With determined steps, he gallops closer to our little trio to conjure up from the depths of his pocket the one small object what's existence equals the light at the end of the long, dark tunnel. "We found this." He raises the insignia in front of the hologram, on which a rather morbid skeleton-like creature announces the sign of the organization whose brave members have wandered into the research institute for a bloodshed-filled holiday. Although the perpetrators were resourceful enough to temporarily disable the security system in some clever way, they probably didn't have enough brainpower left in the middle of the rampage to not leave one of their dead comrades behind with the clear marking that Alejandro can now show off from his gloved hand to the two men on the other side of the call. Very stupid from the scumbags who had time to play tag with the poor staff of the research institute.

"It doesn't look familiar to me."  Garrick comments, shaking his head in confusion, after squinting at the symbol embroidered on the emblem, giving voice to the not-inconsiderable dilemma that crushed our joy in two. Because we found this precious little thing in vain, if none of my fellow knowledgeable Hunters even have the faintest idea about who it belonged to. However, it can be a very organized team if they have produced such a scout badge for themselves.

"Neither to us. But there is someone who knows everyone." Alejandro notes, bringing up the juicy bit of information he shared with us not long ago, giving us a possible way out of the rather hopeless situation in which we found ourselves. "El Sin Nombre. A lowly criminal, but might know who this symbol belongs to." He explains, and his mouth curls in such a sour scowl that it is clear that the unknown villain was involved in enough quastionable deals to establish the Hunter's dislike.

"Catch the bloody arsehole." Our captain issues his firm instructions, giving us the starting push for our next action. "Until then, we make sure that Shepherd won't have another peaceful night." He assures us, and there is an edge to his voice that I can hear from what painful threat he has in store for the colony leader. Because the dark expression that slowly spreads across the face of the bearded man instills that icy temper in his eyes, that promises nothing but revenge and suffering. As I turn my gaze to the unfriendly pair of MacTavish and Riley, I know that they are quite inspired by their captain's drive as well, because even though they can't personally approach the leader of our colony for a little chat, there is someone else they can let out their frustration on. And the poor fool has no idea what kind of storm is approaching.

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Booming music fills the peace of the night, and the flashes of colorful lights from the building not far from us announce what kind of fun is taking place within its walls. And even I think, that it's quite brave that anyone dares to party so cheerfully in the orange zone, even if they are criminals. Of course, I understand that such people have to keep up the act of coolness when they are passing the time behind god's back in the middle of important business negotiations, but I doubt that these tough guys would feel so peachy in pieces if this ruckus encouraged a mutant to join in the fun. And it doesn't matter how many traps they have set up around their little hideout, if anyone can disarm it with playful ease. Although it could also be true that only my Hunter friends have such unique skills, with which they eliminated the tricky little surprises that greeted us when we came to them in a pitifully short time.

Although it must be said that the run-down building in the middle of the wilderness is, if not from the point of view of the mutants, in a perfect place for hiding from the authorities. Just far enough from the colony to avoid prying eyes, and just close enough to return to the walls for a leisurely business meeting at any time. And while one would think that the patrols would easily find a dilapidated structure in the middle of the forest, according to Alejandro's information, this misled them many times so far. Dozens of such crumbling piles of bricks lie in the jungle surrounding the colony, and these cunning little thugs move from one to another so quickly that by the time the authorities get wind of where they hide, they have already done a disappearing act, leaving behind nothing but empty ruins. So terribly sly.

And maybe that's the reason why it took Alejandro two full days to find any kind of usable clue, which told him where this scoundrel named El Sin Nombre wanted to show up again. He'd had to break quite a few noses to get the coordinates of our date tonight out of someone, but I wasn't wrong about him being able to get anything if his fiery drive pushed him to act. Because although it took time, he led us to the abandoned warehouse, where we now lurk under the cover of night like a pack of wolves on the hunt for prey.

The bass drifting away with the wind fills me with an almost nostalgic feeling, because it instantly reminds me of those carefree times, when I didn't have to kneel in the mud, behind a bush and hide without a sound, but I scouted my dinner for the day to a similar rhythm. Those were indeed the easier times when I roamed the streets of the colony as I pleased, but now that life is nothing more than a fond memory left behind. Because for some reason, I don't regret for a minute that I can indulge in the umpteenth excitement of the last few days together with my small team. My eyes automatically search for my two companions, and although I see nothing but shadows moving in the distance and the fleeting flashes of two pairs of glowing red eyes, I know that not far from me they too are following with the same intense attention as I am, how Alejandro and his men slowly sneaks closer to the building.

The Hunter and his soldiers tiptoe between the cars parked in front of the crime den with such invisibility that even I have to concentrate to spot the metallic glint when the knife of one of the men dressed in black sinks into the tires of one of the cars. And suddenly, Alejandro's teaching, which he shared with me while improvising today's action plan, dawns on me. Or there is only one way to catch pests. They have to be smoked out of their nests, so that they then voluntarily run into the outstretched arms of the predator waiting for them. And I have to admit that even I was impressed by Alejandro's slyness, with which he invented the details of our mission, after the interrogated moron finally got chatty enough to spill the info after the unit leader’s rather forceful nagging. And if I take into account that this method also works on mutants, why wouldn't it work on a couple of bandits who will flee the moment the ground gets even a little hot under their feet.

The infiltrating team eliminates the guards lurking around the building with ruthless efficiency, and their victims have no chance to defend themselves, because the soldiers ambushing them appear and cut their throats as quickly as a snake attacking its prey. And when, after a few minutes, the last guard is on the ground, they all gather in front of the entrance of the warehouse, ready to begin the part of the operation where they make the rabbit jump out of the bush, which has no idea how dangerous guests wandered to the threshold of its humble abode.

"Victor 1-1 here. We're moving in " Comes the announcement of the head of the unit on the radio, and my hands automatically wrap tighter around the grip of my pistol, as the adrenaline awakening in my body prepares me for action. The two soldiers hiding not far from me ready themselves for the fun as well, and through the scope of their weapons, they are looking for every small opening that serves as a possible exit from the building, so that they can immediately pounce on anyone who dares to show up from there.

"Copy. We're ready." Riley answers, and as the cruel calmness hiding in his voice creeps into my ears, the excitement in my stomach also stirs up. I could have gotten used to how quickly the man gathers his cool composure, but I'm more and more impressed by the icy purposefulness that fills his thick-accented baritone when he takes on the role of the fearless Hunter. And that makes my heart rate go up, and excitedly pumps the energy ready for action in my body, which makes all my senses suddenly become a thousand times sharper. Because now that I finally don't have to fight for my survival, and I don't have to worry about my own bodily integrity, I can enjoy this adventure a little more.

Alejandro only hesitates for a minute, and in the dull light coming from the building I see him slowly counting down on his hands, so that when he gives the starting push with a wave, he opens the huge door with a single kick to throw the smoke bombs into the crowd inside, and taking advantage of this sudden surprise, pushes into the warehouse with his men. The sound of gunshots mixes with the melodious sound of music, almost providing an undertone to the rapidly developing chaos. Loud shouts penetrate the noise, as the flash of the firing weapons breaks through the colorful dance of the rhythmically changing lights, and the startled members of the crowd caught in the act appear as dark silhouettes on the dirt-obscured glass of the windows. The leader of the unit was indeed right, because although one or two of the more reckless gang members start to fight the soldiers, the others decide to escape ridiculously quickly. As soon as the first window is broken, and a figure dressed in a tacky shirt jumps out to start running toward the depths of the forest, then a rifle is fired from among the trees, and the man falls to the ground, like a sack of flour. This part of our plan may even seem cruel, where we take down all those who try to escape one by one, strictly avoiding to cause a fatal wound if possible, but I have no doubt that if the roles were reversed they would be more than happy to send a bullet into the skull of any of us. We need only one person, and only she must stay alive.

"Take down everyone except the woman!" The noise of the slowly unfolding disorder is interrupted by the yelling of the masked man on the radio, reminding everyone of the most important task of our small group waiting in ambush, and upon hearing the order, the soldiers kneeling next to me aim at the figures rushing out of the building without hesitation. It seems that we may have disturbed a very important party, because each of the thugs, emerging from the structure like frightened birds, are loaded with jewels and weapons that are way beyond the reach of ordinary people. And they start a headlong rush immediately, taking off with pathetic terror for being big-shot criminals. There are a few halfwits among them who jump into their cars to try to get away, but they soon realize that our sly team deprived them of the chance of this escape route a long time ago. And when they become aware of this, they decide to seek cover behind the vehicles and try to target us with their guns instead, but all in vain, because they cannot find any of us, hidden by the protective cover of the bushes and trees.

"The target has disappeared! She left the building!" Alejandro's infuriated yelling disturbs my tense observations, and this is enough information for everyone to get nervous all at once. It's no wonder that everyone tenses up in the blink of an eye, and I hear my Scottish friend's angry swearing in my ears, because this is not good news at all. Because the criminal, which we threw this whole party together for, according to the plan, should have been caught inside by the intruding team already. Since, according to Alejandro, the woman has a bad habit of fleeing as soon as there is even the slightest chance of escaping, and she vanishes again and again just when she is within arm's reach. And if we lose sight of her, we lose the chance to find out who stole our serum.

And this fills my body with just enough adrenaline to turn towards the firefight unfolding in front of the warehouse with intense concentration. But slowly it becomes impossible to make out which new unknown thug burst out of the building, who are the ones who are running and speeding towards the thick of the forest, or who are the ones who are bold enough to try to fight back against their invisible attackers. Suddenly, everything turns into a cavalcade of raining bullets, inarticulate yelling, and shadow-like figures, and it becomes more difficult by the minute to make out anything in the upheaval.

Maybe it's due to my sharp eyes, or the universe is finally smiling at me, because as my gaze darts around in the madness of the fight, for a moment I catch a slender figure on my periphery sneaking almost imperceptibly between the barrels lined up behind the warehouse. A single cry is heard in my brain almost immediately, and it echoes in my skull that I must not let the lowlife escape. My body moves on its own, and almost without thinking, I jump up to back away from our hiding place, ignoring the soldiers who look up in confusion from their weapons, keeping my eyes on the target. Someone is throwing rushed Spanish words at me, probably trying to figure out what the hell I'm doing, but it's muffled by the sound of gunshots. They don't have the chance to react, because I start running with such hasty steps that by the time they come to their senses, I'm already gone.

My legs nimbly carry me through the ground of the forest teeming with roots, and I don't pay attention to the attack of the twigs cutting into my face, because the momentum of the stress hormones raging in my muscles drives me forward instinctively. And as I emerge from the underbrush and bolt forward, avoiding the thousand and one rust-gnawed junk lying on the edge of the battlefield, left behind by the people who worked here perhaps decades ago, then I continue to sprint, embraced by the background noise of the gunshots, like a predator that has caught a scent. Maybe the enemy also sees me, and I feel something whizzing past my ear, but luck seems to be on my side, because not a single bullet hits me, and suddenly a cold determination takes over me that allows me to focus on just one thing. On the woman heading toward the trees, who rushes forward without caring about the turmoil unfolding behind her, leaving each of her accomplices to their fate, like a real cowardly scumbag. But I won't let her disappear.

As soon as I get close enough, I aim my pistol at the gangster who reaches the tree line, and even though I know that my skills are nowhere near sophisticated enough, I pull the trigger before I can talk myself out of it. And I'm even amazed at how close I came to hitting her, because it was only because of the woman's sudden movement that the bullet pierced the trunk of the tree instead of her shoulder. But unfortunately, this is enough of a warning for her to realize that she is caught, and when she flashes her irritated eyes at me, I know that I have to hurry, because from now on I won't be able to surprise her. I start firing again, taking advantage of the opportunity while I still find her in my field of vision, and when she suddenly disappears in the darkness of the forest, I only suppress the colorful words that climb to my tongue and increase my already fast speed.

Without hesitation, I throw myself between the trees to immediately follow the woman's trail, but I can hardly get inside, when suddenly out of nowhere a stick the size of my forearm swings towards me, and it hits my hand clutching the pistol with such deadly accuracy that my fingers involuntarily release their grip due to the force of the blow. I halt with a gasp, as the pain radiates through my arm, and I know from the slow throbbing ache in the back of my hand that I will collect a nice little bruise from this. My gun lands in the leaves with a soft thud as it slips out of my grasp, and I don't have enough time to get over my surprise and reach for a new weapon, because my attacker steps forward from behind one of the thick tree trunks, and unlike me, these few seconds were enough for her to prepare for the fight.

The hunting knife clutched in her gloved hand glints metallically in the light that penetrates through the foliage, and it's only thanks to my sharp reflexes that she doesn't slits my throat as the blade swings towards me, when she charges at me without further hesitation. But she doesn't let up, she strikes again almost immediately, and I thank Price for every punch, kick, and injury, because it's only due to his skillful and consistent teaching that I have any chance of escaping the woman's onslaught. Perhaps it's this muscle memory that allows me to parry her attack long enough to understand that she is far too practiced for me to compete with her abilities. Her movements are like those of a cat, light but deadly, and each of her moves can be the result of years of hard work, which she probably showed off successfully even against more professional opponents than me. And as I hastily back away from her, it becomes painfully obvious that this confrontation can have two very simple outcomes. She either slips away or kills me. And while I'm able to patch myself up, if she manages to drag me off my feet here for long enough, then she will vanish without a trace. And I can't let that happen.

And my brain goes through my options in a minute, and it soon becomes clear that I have only one option to get close to her and handle her with my own technique. And the fiery energy raging inside me doesn't allow me to doubt even a little bit that my plan will work, because I don't have another shot. It's either now or never.

My enemy seems to sense that something is wrong, she takes advantage of my hesitation almost immediately, and when she lunges at me, thrusting her arm forward, I prepare myself for the counterattack, grounding my feet. The knife cuts through my vest like butter, and as the blade sinks into my stomach, only the sensation of dull pressure reaches my brain. I don't give myself time to be shocked, but I suddenly grab the woman's arm holding the weapon so that my free hand reaches towards her with the speed of a venomous snake. And it seems that I finally manage to startle her too, because she doesn't have a chance to react when my hand clamps down on her face and my dull nails dig into her delicate skin. The energy surging inside me rushes along my hand with impatient speed, and as it reaches her, her eyes almost roll back into her skull in surprise. It takes only a moment, and I let go of her arm to let her fall limply to the ground like a rag doll.

When I realize that I have succeeded, the adrenaline racing through my veins begins to dissipate, and suddenly the fact that a blade punctured my stomach reaches my brain. Blinding pain pierces my insides, and I stagger backward groaning, as my body slowly sinks into the shock caused by the agony. All of a sudden, all the strength escapes from my legs, and I fall to my knees, panting, as every single nerve gets paralyzed by the suffering spreading inside me, and my hands just manage to support me, before I too fall face forward in the dirt next to the woman. The quiet little voice in my brain cuts through the screams of misery buzzing in my head and warns me that I need to signal where I am before I even attempt to treat myself.

With trembling hands, I reach for the many devices resting on my vest, and when, after a few moments that seem like decades, my fingers find one of the signal flares trapped in a narrow little loop, I yank it out, crushing the ache that ripples through my body as I pull the blasted thing out of its place. I clumsily snap off the small cap, and gritting my teeth, I push myself off the ground to sit on my heels to keep the signaling device away from me before I even collect a burn injury on top of my existing torment. And as I pull out the cord, and the bright red, sparking flames burst out of the tube, I throw it further away and, taking a deep breath, gather all my remaining concentration to find my radio to inform my little companions about my fruitful private stunt.

"This is Viper... I caught the target."  I speak up as soon as I find my voice, focusing with every cell on the movement of my mouth, instead of the heat of the blood soaking the fabric of my shirt. "I'm at the signal flare..." I add, suppressing the painful moan that is bubbling up in my throat, because I don't need the whole team to witness my torture, which I voluntarily caused to myself.

Even if there is an answer, I can't understand it clearly, because I can't make out the crackling hum that comes through the radio over the noise of my ever-accelerating heartbeat drumming in my ears. I can feel how the shock is slowly taking over my limbs, and I, falling back into the dust, try to gather all my remaining strength, because I have to overcome the pain that paralyzes my muscles. Squeezing my eyes shut, I take one deep breath after another, but with each breath, the tension of the blade penetrating my stomach only grows stronger, and I have the stray thought that I should finally start healing myself before I bleed to death here after the successful completion of the mission.

"Woods!" The roar of a familiar voice penetrates the fog that has descended on my head, and the pounding of heavy footsteps only faintly reaches me, with which the one who came to save me gets closer to me. And as I feel a large, warm palm on my arm, my eyes slowly open to look to the side, and it takes a few seconds for me to recognize MacTavish crouching next to me, his face distorted by worry. "What the hell..." He would begin his speech, as his eyes glowing in crimson find the weapon wedged into my stomach, but before he can sink into his shock, I weakly gesture forward with my head.

"Take the woman... I'll handle this..." I hiss clenching my teeth, trying not to let too much of the pain radiating through my every nerve ending leak through. Because even through my greatest suffering, I know that there is no need to give way to my weaknesses, because they only draw the attention of those around me to the fact that I'm vulnerable. And even though my hazy consciousness is aware that the man would probably not take advantage of my defenseless situation, it's difficult to overcome old habits, especially when my survival instincts guide my every action.

The Scottish Hunter only spares one glance at the woman lying unconscious not far in front of us, but instead of doing as I tell him, he just wraps his fingers more firmly around my arm, as if to help me find my balance. And I don't have the strength to argue with him anymore, so I surrender myself to the action and search for the handle of the knife with my hand, finding the courage to pull it out after a few shaky breaths. No matter how hard I try to stifle the scream that creeps up my throat, a tortured whimper escapes from my pursed lips, making me look like a wounded, whining dog. Dark spots suddenly swim in front of my eyes from the burning pain, and I try to blink away the dizziness that slowly settles into my head, when finally the last inch of the blade leaves my body. The knife falls out of my hand, but it doesn't bother me, because with an almost instinctive urge, I smooth my palm over the wound, my fingers carefully digging under the material of the torn shirt. Closing my eyes, I look for the panicked energy pulsating in me, and it obeys my pleas and starts its slow journey towards my injury, so when I feel the first cooling waves, as they begin to weave together the torn tissues, I can let out a relieved sigh. It takes a few minutes for my clever little ability to restore my body to its undamaged state, but with each moment my head becomes clearer, and when the last mangled layer of skin closes, I push myself up onto my knees. 

"Woods, ya scared the livin' shit out of me!" MacTavish breaks the tense silence, and now I have the free brain capacity to study how his eyebrows are furrowed in disapproval, and the reprimanding curve at the corner of his mouth, which makes it look like he's considering congratulating or scolding me after my stunt. And I'm quite moved by the knowledge that I managed to arouse such concerns in the Hunter, even though I know that I should be ashamed of myself after my little performance. Although I don't think that anyone who throws themselves, without thinking, in front of the enemy for the sake of protecting others has the right to look at me in such a reproachful way.

"As long as they don't aim at my head, I'm fine." I soothe him, putting a small sly smile on my face, graciously allowing him to finally help me up to a standing position. "Don't worry, MacTavish, I won’t kick the bucket so easily!" I assure the man that, contrary to appearances, it's not nearly as easy to send me to the afterlife, merely noting to myself as a side note that our target would have managed to come close to this if she had had a little more time to show off her skills. And as I turn my gaze to the woman immersed in her beauty sleep, I realize that we didn't come across a simple criminal, because I doubt that she would have acquired these amazing moves during the mandatory school training. And something tells me that she didn't manage to hone her skills so effectively during his illegal games either.

"It's not me ya have to convince."  The Scottish Hunter announces, gesturing behind my back with his head, and it would be impossible not to notice the line of the faint nasty smile appearing on his mouth, with which he leaves when he finally decides to comply with my earlier request and collect our prey.

And I, confused, tear my eyes away from the man slowly gathering the unconscious woman into his arms, to turn around to find who the hell he could be referring to so mysteriously. Almost immediately, I find Riley standing in the shadows with the stiffness of a statue, his gaze fixed on me almost motionlessly, not paying attention to his companion, who just saunters past me with a wide grin, patting my shoulder absent-mindedly, as tough he wanted to wish me good luck. And for a moment, I don't really understand what the problem could be, because my brain is unable to find a fault in the series of actions that led me up to this point. But as the masked Hunter stalks towards me with measured steps after we are left alone, like a cat about to break the neck of a small bird, I understand that my stunt did not please him nearly as much as I thought. And suddenly I can't understand what got his knickers in a bunch, because for once I didn't disobey orders, I may have improvised a bit, but I did exactly what I was supposed to do.

"It's stupid to risk your own physical safety." He remarks, and his voice sounds unreasonably harsh to my ears, as if the fact of the extremes I'm willing to go to in order to achieve my goal would really bother him. Of course, I know that I don't reach the final destination with conventional means, but without his superpowers and experience, I'm forced to use sneaky tactics. Because these were the solutions that got me out of trouble all my life and were at my service. Obviously, my current idea wasn't very smooth, but it was the only logical step that my brain could create. If I stopped the attack she would have run away, if I continued to fight her she would definitely do more damage to me. Getting stabbed was the smallest collateral damage I could suffer as the result of the situation. "There will come a time when you won't be able to heal yourself." He informs me, and as I see his flaming eyes narrow, I sense the irritation in them, and I just tilt my head to the side in interest, because I'm seriously starting to lose track. He is undoubtedly right about this detail, which Price has already pointed out to me a couple of times as well. There will indeed be times when my sly strategies won't work, but so far they've served me well. All my life I had to take care of such unpleasant problems by myself, and every single time I solved the complications that life threw me into. And since I could never count on the help of others, I quickly learned that there are situations where you have to take realistic risks in order to succeed. Like, for example, in order to prevent the shitstorm threatening the whole world, I'm unfortunately forced to allow someone to stab me. And luckily for me, the blessed ability of my kind always supported my cunning tricks.

"Are you worried about me, perhaps?" I raise one of my arched eyebrows, twisting a lazy, cheeky smile on my mouth as I slowly immerse myself in the smoldering gaze intertwined with mine. And when he settles, just a few narrow steps from me, I feel the pulsation of heat emanating from his body, which makes the warm tingling under my skin come alive with reflexive speed, further encouraging my brave little teasing. Despite the fact that we buried our differences, and even though during our outing at the research institute, he showed me how beneficial it is for me if he turns to me with goodwill, I'm unable to resist the temptation to poke a little at his feelings swirling under the surface. Because every time I see another emotion flash in those eyes, and his undivided attention is directed at me, I'm filled with satisfaction. And maybe sometimes I don't even want to fight the feeling.

"I prefer to see you alive." He states simply, but my heart skips a beat excitedly from the breath of tenderness in his tone, and I try to guide my pulse back to its normal rhythm with a small swallow, before the stupid thoughts that start in my head divert me into questionable side streets. Even though he has already stated covertly that he cares about the fate of my survival, but now that he is finally voicing this openly, I'm unable to banish the evil little joy that flares up inside me, which settles in my chest contently. Because this terrifying man is genuinely concerned about my pretty little body, and this is a development in our relationship that I would never have been able to predict.

"If I evoke such deep emotions in you, then maybe I should get injured more." I take another reckless step towards him, almost masochistically enjoying the tiny glint of danger in his eyes. Slowly, perhaps, I could start to get over the fact that something is not right in my head, because it's more than worrying, as the burning tremble wakes up in my stomach, when he leans down and gets temptingly close to me. And I have to force my hands to stay still, so they don't reach for him, because my fingertips start to tingle almost desperately to touch him.

"You've been a good girl so far, Woods. Don't make me change my mind." He warns, and I can almost feel his voice resonating along his chest, as it suddenly deepens in a delicious way, as if a big cat were just starting to purr. But I'm much more surprised by what he wants to convey to me with his words, because I doubt that I only imagine the praise disguised as scolding, which he gifts me for the first time since our complicated acquaintance. To others, his little statement might not mean anything, but I'm getting more and more accustomed to seeing behind his dubious comments. It's almost ridiculous how my mouth dries up from these two sentences, and it's downright desperate how quickly the excitement rushes through me, as I replay in my head how guilty it was to hear "good girl" from his mouth. And I don't think he used this wording by accident. Because every little move of this man is intentional.

And this quite simply encourages me to let my guard down for a fleeting moment and give in to the damned little voice lurking in my head, which wakes up again and encourages me to play with fire just a little, just this once. And as my fingers slowly crawl up between the many holsters and pockets of his vest, and settle at the edge to look for a grip there, I only reach up on my toes and pull myself closer to him, tracing the parting line of his lips through the dark material of the mask with my hot breath.

"I'll be a good girl for you, Riley." I tease and let the intensity of the flames dancing under my skin make my voice even more lustful. And I know it's not just a hallucination when I see his pupils slowly absorb the scarlet glow shining in his eyes. "Pinky swear."

When I see one of his gloved hands move in my periphery, I just back away from him with a wicked little grin, enjoying the way a very interesting hoarse growl emerges from his throat. And as I walk past him and head towards our small group, I can almost feel his gaze burning the back of my neck. It may not be time to entertain myself in the shadow of this new threat, but sometimes I can afford to have a little fun. Especially when it's the easiest way to silence the tangled thoughts swirling in my head. Because this is really not the best time to figure out what to do with my attraction for the man, which I can no longer deny. This is the problem for future Leona.

[arosesstorm]

Hello!!! may I please request a alec lightwood x gn!reader where he gets jealous when someone is flirting with the reader and he gets possessive?? thank you for this! ♥️

-ahhh I hope you enjoy this, I think I kinda diverted a bit, but jealous Alec is priceless so hopefully I'll write something more angsty next time; thanks for the request it was fun to write <;3

Jealousy Contest - Alec Lightwood

words count: a few

gender neutral reader! x Alec Lightwood

warning: jealous Alec

summary: as soon as Sebastian Verlac crossed the institute's doors Alec knew he brought nothing but trouble, but not for the reason everyone may be thinking...

English is not my first language loves, trying my best, enjoy :)

As a good writer would write, it all started when a Ravener demon decided to take a walk around New York. 

It was a normal evening, like any other at the institute when the news came and the Lightwood-Harondale trio was sent to solve the problem; their usual partners, y/n and Clary, were busy running after a Shax demon (something y/n hated as much as doing laundry) two blocks too far away to be involved.

"I just don’t feel good about this" Alec mumbled, slowly making his way towards an ally, bow raised in front of him as his steps were careful. 

"We follow orders, Alec" Jace sighed "he’s right big bro and-" a sudden turn to the left "it’s not like y/n and Clary are not capable of defending themselves" Izzy finished.

"I still don’t believe it’s a good-", but he didn't get to finish; the loud cry of a man interrupting him mid sentence. 

The three immediately felt the sudden urge to run as Alec’s feet guided him: he turned around the corner, to the right, to the left, to the right again, and there he stood, the blood in his veins dry: y/n was on the ground, a cut as long as Jace’s blade on her left side, but it didn’t belong to a blade, its darkish spots of venom visible as the Ravener stood in front of her, ready to go for another hit.

Someone was with her and it was not Clary. 

The figure stood forward, a blade as shining as the moon was in his hand as he cut the demon’s feet. 

The beast crying in agony as it fell forward, knocking the stranger to the ground. 

"Alright, now I am angry" he heard y/n mutter as their will helped them on their feet again, a tight hand pressed on their side, they were trying to show as little pain as possible. 

It took a second, he didn’t have the time to process, as he saw them took a couple of daggers from behind their back, their hands holding the weapons tightly as they threw themselves at the beast. 

As soon as the daggers sinked into the demon’s stomach, Alec’s harrow hit the creature in its head, its body falling still on the ground as he saw them turn towards him. 

The daggers falling to the ground as he heard them chuckle: "I can’t keep doing your work Lightwood" and he watched, horrified, their body falling to the ground, eyes shocked as they landed in the arms of the stranger. 

What Alec found out later was that the stranger in question, was a shadow hunter, worse, he was a man: Sebastian Verlac was his name and he was far from being discrete.

It was obvious the guy had a crush on y/n, he saw it from the way his eyes followed their figure every time they left a room, or how he would make sure to have breakfast at their table every morning, a stupid grin on his face when they laughed. 

It started to be very ridiculous and Alec himself for some strange reason was starting to get sick of it. 

When he entered the training room that afternoon, he felt himself roll his eyes. 

Y/n and Sebastian were training in a way it looked more like flirting. 

He touched them in ticklish spots, his words a continuous tease, his eyes a staring mess. 

Alec coughed, hard, which got their attention, eyes shooting his way. 

Sebastian was quick to react, his eyes kindly drifting back to y/n, "guess I’ll go, I’ve won enough for today", y/n’s quick remark "ah! You wish"as the blond made his way towards the door Alec felt the sudden urge to punch him. 

"I want a rematch then" Sebastian said, smiling, before disappearing into the institute’s many corridors. 

Y/n’s eyes were back on Alec as he came forward, "you look pissed" they stated as he took two training sticks from the weapon’s section. 

"How about we train?" He asked, his eyes sharp as he threw one in y/n’s direction. 

"Alright serious boy" they snorted grabbing the stick, legs in position. 

He was the first to come forward, his legs strong as he aimed for y/n’s stomach but they were quick to stop him halfway. 

Alec seemed determined as he came forward again, a shot for their shoulder, they dodged, a aim for their leg, they stopped him again as y/n pushed the stick back to Alec’s face. 

"More than pissed I guess", Alec chuckled darkly as he turned into position "this is called training" he spat, his gray shirt sticky on his torso. 

Y/n felt like giggling "what is going on with you?", "how about a hand to hand?" Alec replied, kicking the stick aside as you followed his moves, not failing to see his hands were trembling. 

"Something was in your latte this morning" y/n teased as Alec pushed himself forward, a hand flying in the air as they dodged his punch "actually, I go for black coffee" his body as stiff as a log. 

He tried to take y/n down again, legs following his moves swiftly, this time he got a open shot as he grabbed them by the shoulder, his arms wrapping around their throat as he held tight behind their back. 

"This is called winning" he slowly loosed the grip, as y/n’s eyes lightened with amusement "so you’re jealous". 

"What?" He asked, coming to the front again, his eyes everywhere but on them, "you really are jealous" y/n couldn’t help but laugh as the man was clearly uncomfortable. 

"As future head of the institute, it is my duty to show you how to properly train" Alec was quick to react, his eyes finally meeting y/n’s as they softly smiled. 

"Sure, future head of the institute, this is clearly what this is all about". 

"It is."

Y/n sighed: "How about a rematch?" They asked. 

"Can’t, gotta go" Alec replied quickly, his legs taking him as far away from y/n as possible. 

"Don’t go make a scene to Sebastian too!" Y/n laughed as Alec cursed under his breath, hurting to disappear, maybe, if he left quick enough, it would have been as if nothing happened. 

Y/n felt themselves softly smiling: "Head of the institute? More like lover boy".

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[rotten-pomegranate]

Trouble trio with reader that has wings

Writing request are opened

Woop more writing 💪🏻

Phinks is the only healthy relationship here, shalnark is a bit of a yandere and Feitan just is one

Warnings: mentions of torture, smut, mentions of mind control, reader gets pinned down, Noncon/dubcon kinda? Shalnark puts his needle in reader

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Phinks

Loves everything about them, the way they look, the way they feel, they way they rube against him when he’s fucking you or when your just sitting next to him and the brush up against him slightly

He especially love when you wake up after him come down stairs and do a big stretch, they way he gets to watch them spread out and go back in

When your riding him and you have your hands on his chest and he randomly feels them against brush against his legs it’s an instant orgasm for him

If you get cold or scared and your feathers puff up a bit he just looks at you in aww because of how cute you are, it also makes you a target because he’ll always be trying to scare you

Shalnark

Shalnark definitely sticks you with you with one of his needles so he can watch you fly around and he also uses his needles for more devious activities when your not in the mood but he is

He helps you preen whenever you need it, he gets all those tricky feathers in the back of your wings that you can’t quite reach

If you ever try and leave him he would probably clip your wings to prove a point that you’ll never be able to leave him

Feitan (this one is longer because I like Feitan the most ;-;)

Hes a sadist through and through so he definitely ties you down and plucks feathers out just so he can watch you jump and scream every time

He clips your wings as soon as he has you in his grasp, and if he has mercy and doesn’t your never aloud outside and they get no exercise whatsoever

If you need help preening he’s gonna pin you down and yank the old feathers out really aggressively

He loves tying your wings to the wall so he can do whatever he wants to you and you cant do anything

If he’s fucking you and you move to much he’s gonna pin them to the bed really roughly

As a punishment if you do anything he doesn’t like he’ll make you eat bird seed

If you ever try and leave him he’ll break both your wings to send a message, but let’s be honest you would be to scared

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[lavenderbang]

The Legend of 3racha

Fantasy au! 3racha x reader

Genre(s): Fantasy au! (y’all are wanders who do various quests :)), Fluff, comfort, comedy (maybe???), adventurer/wander/bounty-hunter 3racha!

Warning(s): monsters, fighting (slight blood/injury), swearing, alcohol consumption, but that’s pretty much it though

W.C: 13.7k

Summary: You and your trio of misfits are known for taking a variety of quests and odd-jobs that require your skill set. What happens when you are requested for specifically to take down a monster near the dark woods?

A/N: I had this vision of 3racha as a party (in the dnd sense of the word) and I haven’t got it out of my brain since! This has taken quite a long time to come to fruition, but it's here now! Enjoy, and as usual, ignore any typos, my brain is dumb :)

2nd A/N: Okay so I had the idea to set this in the same universe as my Felix fantasy au (which you can find here) halfway through writing this. Its NOT necessary to read to understand this fic, but there will be references if you want to check it out! Now back to 3racha being a party :3

They own my heart I’m soft...

You entered the tavern, kicking the mud off your riding boots and lowering the hood of your cape. It was gloomy outside today, cloudy and muggy with a drizzling of rain, but it was nothing you four couldn’t handle.

Four meaning the members of your little party, 3racha (Just go with it pls)

It was lead by Bang Chan, a strong, mysterious fellow who looked about as deadly as they come. He grew up alone in the northern mountains, learning everything there is to know about tracking and hunting. He could track anything, animal or beast. Despite his reclusive upbringing and outward appearance, Chan is a calm, and gentle soul; He manages everything (democratically of course), such as group funds, what jobs you’d be taking, where you’d move next, what the plan of attack was, etc. The three of you placed a lot of trust in Chan, which he received by never leading your group astray.

Then there was Seo Changbin, the proudest meathead around. Despite his shorter stature, he was easily the strongest on your team. He used to be a royal guard for the kingdom of Levanter when he fell in love with the royal apothecary. This was forbidden by the king, so Changbin was striped of his position and exiled from the kingdom. He has been on the road ever since, not having a definite place to call home. He is kind-hearted and loyal above all else, and wont hesitate to protect the rest of the group no matter what it takes. He also has a bit of a temper, but that makes it all the more fun for your team to tease him.

Han Jisung was the third, a foreign prince with a connection to medicinal magic. Jisung was lined up to be duke of the southwestern plains; he even was presented with a suitor, the princess to the southeastern sea kingdom Reve. However, not liking his destiny, he ran away, only to find his place with the group. He has an exceptional way of using charms and spells to heal. But don’t let the idea of a healer fool you; He is incredibly cheeky and playful, almost like a child. While his hyper personality has gotten you into trouble before, it also lifts the spirits of the rest of the group, which is always Jisung’s goal.

And that left you, (Y/N) (L/N). You used to be an apprentice to a great warlock; he taught you a fair bit of magic before you realized his only concern was himself. Eventually, when money ran short, he tried to sell you off to a brothel, but you managed to escape and find your place among the already established and well-known group of three. You were a powerful warlock now too, using every challenge to grow and cultivate your powers and reading up on spells when you could. You tried your best to help the boys as much as possible, as they became like a family to you and you cared for them very much.

“Thank god we are finally here.” Jisung shivered, blowing into his hands after entering the tavern, “It’s freezing.” The four of you looked around at the hustle and bustle of the tavern; joyous music, lots of chatter and laughter and the smell of warm food wafting into your nose.

“Go sit down over there, I’ll talk to the bar-hand.” Chan hummed, pointing to a table in the corner. You nodded, following where Chan had pointed and sat at the table.

“I wonder what she wants?” Changbin huffed out, digging the tip of his claymore into the wooden flooring. You had been summoned by letter by the duchess of central valley, told to go to the tavern on the northern border of the city of Miroh to receive further instruction. And who were you to ignore a request from a duchess? 

She was directly under the command of King and Queen Yang, the rulers of every city on the western half of the map. The central valley was a large dominion gifted to her by the king and queen; a summoning from her was not to be taken lightly...

“Not sure, but doubt it’s good.” Jisung speculated, folding his arms on the table and leaning his chin onto them, “I mean, why be so vague if it’s good?”

“Maybe it’s secret and she couldn’t write it over letter.” You suggested, trying to bring the energy of the boys up. Jisung mumbled anxiously and Changbin just scoffed, leaning back in his chair. You looked out the window and bit your lip nervously; it wasn’t like you were criminals, but (at least your’s and Jisung’s case) you were runaways... Maybe that had finally caught up to you? It stressed you out thinking of it, so you shook the thought from your head, laying your staff across your lap.

Soon Chan approached you and sat down in the chair beside you, folding his arms over his broad chest and leaning back on the back of the chair. His face was unreadable, mouth pulled into a line and eyes glancing around the tavern.

“So?” You asked, blinking nervously at Chan.

“We are to wait a bit longer, as the duchess hasn’t arrived yet.” Chan said flatly, earning a groan from the other two boys. A woman approached the table to take your orders; you knew her as the wife of the tavern owner Felix.

“We’ll have a round of ale for the table.” Chan said politely and nodded his head as she left. You and the other two boy perked up to this.

“I thought you said we couldn’t afford any extra expenses until our next job?” Jisung asked, tilting his head like a puppy who just heard its name.

“We can’t, but you guys look glum and could use a little something to cheer you up.” Chan explained with a soft smile. Changbin cracks a grin for what seems like the first time since arriving, and Jisung sits up, cheering at the idea of consuming something besides stale bread and water (which was all you could carry at the moment). You nudged Chan’s arm to get his attention and when you had it, you mouthed a silent ‘thank you’, which sweetened his smile to the point where his eyes turned into little crescents.

He ruffled your hair, before he said “So, what do you think the duchess wants?”

“Not sure.” Changbin sighs. Your drinks arrive and you swear nothing felt better than the warmth of alcohol dribbling down your throat. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Changbin continues, “Worse case scenario, she’s going to try and arrest us, but we’ll just have to fight our way out then.”

“Oh yeah? what if she brings thirty guards with her?” Chan quipped, amusement painted on his features.

“I’ll take them all on,” Changbin boasted, cracking his knuckles, “I would never let some silly duchess take you guys away.” Your heart melted at the notion, but it was soon interrupted by someone behind you clearing their throat.

“Silly, am I?” The duchess said, eyebrow raised. The four of you turned to see her standing there, accompanied by two guards who you thought could probably pick you up and throw you. Changbin’s face went red from embarrassment and Jisung stifled a laugh, coughing to cover it as Changbin kicked him under the table.

“Apologies, Good Lady of the Central Valley.” You quickly apologized, veering at Changbin, “My associate here seems to have had too much ale, as he’s become a bit foolish.” The duchess hummed, unimpressed.

“Excuse me, My Lady.” Chan said, bowing his head, “Why have you summoned us here?”

“We must talk in private,” She responded, before turning and calling over her shoulder, “Come this way.” You looked at Jisung (who looked just a unsure as you) and then Changbin, who mumbled out a ‘sorry’ from the previous incident. You rolled you eyes and looked to Chan, who simple shrugged and stood. You followed the duchess to the back room behind the bar. It was a small room, lined with barrels and crates of spare utensils and glasses.

“Close the door.” She instructed, to which you followed with a polite bow of your head. The four of you stood, staring at her intently before she cleared her throat again and straightened out her posture.

“I’ve never been fond of your folk.” She spat, grimacing like you were a plague, “Wanders do nothing beside bring mess to the places they visit.” Changbin opened his mouth to argue, but you grabbed his shoulder to stop him. You turned you attention back to the duchess, but placed your hand in his, squeezing it to hopefully calm the boy.

“They are brash and rude,” She said with a glare to Changbin. It made your blood boil, but you relaxed for the sake of a smooth interaction. She then glanced at the rest of your party, her face still sour, “Living in lawless lands before coming to my domain and thriving off the wealth of my people.”

“My Lady, I’m sure you have not summoned us here just to speak ill of our lifestyle.” Chan said, voice tight. You noticed the vein in his neck protruding and you realized he was just as angry as Changbin.

“You are correct.” She confirmed before sighing, pinching the bridge of her nose, “You see, my distaste aside, I have a job for you.” You blinked a couple times, not expecting her to offer you and the boys a quest.

“There have been reports of a large beast in the Dark Woods to the east that has been attacking my people. We have already lost a few commoners to this creature, and it keeps venturing more west. It is estimated that within a week, it would get as far as this city here.” The duchess explained, brushing her hair out of her face. Changbin’s hand tensed in yours, so you instinctively rubbed circles into it with your thumb.

“You want us to kill it, right?” Jisung interjected, to which the duchess nodded.

“Why not send your guards out to deal with it?” Chan asked, his tone slightly annoyed, which made you smirk. It was nice to see Chan subtly disrespecting the duchess.

“We already have.” She said, making your blood run cold, “They have never returned.”

“So you’re gonna send us cause we are disposable right?” Changbin grumbled, causing the duchess to roll her eyes at Changbin’s blatant disrespect.

“Because you’re useful.” She snapped back, “As much as I dislike your lifestyle, I am whiling to admit that you are more knowledgeable in the subject of monsters than my guards. As well as knowing the wild better too. “

“I would not ask you if I was not desperate, but alas, I care for my people.” The duchess finalized, sincerity in her tone, “Will you help by taking down the beast in the Dark Woods?”

The three of you look to Chan, who was deep in thought, staring at the floor. He tapped his foot lightly before looking back up at the duchess.

“We do not work for free, My Lady.” Chan said simply, crossing his arms over his chest, “What do you offer us in return?”

“I will pay you handsomely of course,” She answered, unwavering, “200 gold pieces for each of you to slay the beast and bring me it’s head.” Your eyes widened. That was quite a good price, as you’ve done much harder tasks for less, but Chan hummed nonchalantly.

“You’ll pay us half before we leave and half when we return.” Chan negotiated, tilting his head up to feel out the duchess’s desperation.

“I’ll pay a quarter now, and the rest when you bring me that monster’s head.” She said firmly, eyes sharp and scowl deep.

“A quarter now, the rest later, but you’ll fund our stay for the night at the inn upstairs.” Chan bartered, flashing her a grin, “We did travel all the way here, did we not, My Lady?” The duchess rolled her eyes but agreed nonetheless.

“You will leave first thing in the morning, and I expect your return before the sun sets two weeks from now.” She explained, She exited the tavern, the two, large guards at her side once again. The evening was still chilly and cloudy, so you were glad you could sleep inside tonight; the duchess frowned at Changbin, who still had his hand in yours, “I also expect you to address me with respect the next time I see you.”

 Changbin bit back his anger, wanting nothing more than to rip her head off, but simple settled for narrowing his eyes at her and grumbling. In all honesty, you wouldn’t mind ripping her head off either; but you refrained, keeping a blank expression.

“Of course, My Lady.” Chan said politely, waving her off as she got into her carriage. It sped off down the muddy street, and once it disappeared from sight, Changbin finally let out a growl, kicking at the dirt.

“How dare she treat us like trash and then expect us to help her.” Changbin shouted, finally letting himself go after behaving in front of the duchess, “Did you see the way she looked at me like I was nothing but the pavement beneath her foot?! I just- AGH!”

“Its okay Binnie,” Jisung tried to sooth the elder boy, but letting his own aggression out, “I think she pissed all of us off with that sweet opening number about how we are scum.” Chan just let out a scoff and shook his head, before taking a deep breath.

“Lets just go to the inn and rest for tomorrow.” He suggested, patting Changbin on the back reassuringly, “at least she provided us somewhere to rest.” You still held onto Changbin’s hand, it felt almost natural at this point, but it was warm and tense; so you simply gave it one more squeeze and it seemed to relax him a bit.

You were given a room upstairs that was pretty nice. There was a fireplace along the wall and an exotic rug in front of it. Above the fireplace hung a world map. There was a chair in the corner and a matching stool, but the main thing about the room was the two double beds that looked to have wool and quilted blankets on it, making them look more comfortable than anything you’ve seen in a long time. Each was accompanied by a nightstand that held extra candles and holders for more light.

“I wanna sleep with (Y/N)!” Jisung shouted out quickly, flopping down on the closest bed with a wide smile.

“No! I want to!” Changbin argued, jumping onto the closest bed too and trying to push him off. The two of them bickered and fought back and forth for a moment, causing you to giggle at their antics.

“I’m going to go and bring up something to eat from the tavern,” Chan called out over the ruckus, before nodding towards the other boys with a smirk, “Watch them and make sure they don’t break anything, okay?” You chucked and nodded closing the door as Chan left, approaching the other bed and sitting on it. You began to take off your boots when you feel the bed dip on either side of you.

“(Y/N), please tell Changbin you’re sleeping with me tonight!” Jisung huffed, only for Changbin to shove his shoulder. Jisung frowned, but held onto your arm, “I wanna cuddle.”

“No way! (Y/N), tell Jisung you’re gonna sleep with me!” Changbin pouts, holding onto your other arm. You laugh at the two of them, shaking your head.

“Both of you, figure it out yourselves.” You sighed endearingly, “Either of you would make a nice furnace for me to sleep warm, so I don’t care.”

“I suggest we arm wrestle.” Changbin says matter-of-factly, much to Jisung’s disapproval.

“No, that’s not fair! You’d obviously win! We need to pick something fair...” Jisung pouted, holding onto your hand, “(Y/N), pick a number between 1 and 10!” 

Just then, there was a knock on the door, before it opened to reveal Chan standing with a tray; it had four plates of meat, potatoes and veggies on it which he brought for the four of you to eat. But the boys barely even spared him a glance.

“Yeah that’s fair, pick a number between 1 and 10.” Changbin agreed, “we’ll guess and whoever is closest gets share a bed with you.”

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“Seven is the worst number. Nobody ever picks seven...” Jisung huffs, cheeks puffy with sleep and he pushed the blanket down to crawl under it.

“I know! It’s not fair...” Changbin groaned, sitting beside Jisung taking off his jacket to sleep, “Besides, Chan didn’t even care about where he slept! He shouldn’t have been allowed to guess.”

Chan simply snickered at the boys, who had been pouting and whining for almost thirty minutes about Chan winning the silly game.

“Fair is fair, he guessed the number I was thinking of.” You explained for the hundredth time, to which the other two boys let out a groan in agreement.

“Seven is stupid.” Jisung mumbled again, eyes closed and sleepiness evident in his voice, which made you smile. Changbin laid beside him, to which Jisung immediately turned and wrapped his arms around the older male. 

“Goodnight boys.” You called, to which Changbin and Jisung grunted, snuggling up together to get some warmth. It wasn’t long before you could hear the heavy breathing of them sleeping comfortably. You opened the blankets to crawl under the covers when you hear Chan putting his boots on.

“Where are you going?” You asked, staring at him from across the room. He was only illuminated by the fireplace; if you didn’t know any better, you’d find the man standing there almost scary.

“Going down to see if I can get some local information on the beast we are fighting.” He said simply, smiling softly at you, “I won’t be long, so get some rest.”

“Do you want me to come?” You asked starting to get out of bed only for Chan to stop you.

“No, it’s alright. I’ll be back, okay?” He said gently, and with that he left, closing the door behind him. You laid back down, closing your eyes and listening to the crackling of the fireplace and small snores from Jisung. But you couldn’t help but think of Chan and if he was safe; bad thoughts of him getting in trouble and you being asleep wandered through your head.

Sighing, you got up and opened one of the windows for some fresh air. You could hear the faint chattering of the tavern downstairs, which was good; you still went and cracked the door open just a bit to hear better. If Chan got into trouble, you wanted to know about it. Next, you lit the candle that was on the nightstand and grabbed your book of spells from your knapsack and brought it back to bed where you read it.

If you were to be awake, it was best to be productive, right?

You flipped through the pages, only yawning and rubbing your eyes occasionally. Most of the spells in the book you had mastered, as you’ve read this volume maybe a dozen times now. It was hard to practice a lot of them though, as they required a lot of open space and a subject to use them on.

A few hours go by until the door opens quietly and your eyes snap up to see Chan standing in the doorway. The fireplace was all but embers at this hour, so you could barely make out his figure as he closed the door gently behind him as not to make noise.

“Hey Chan.” You mumbled, yawning. You felt at ease now that he was back and safe.

“Hey, why are you still awake?” he asked with a voice barely above a whisper, taking his boots and cloak off and coming over to the bed. By the light of your candle, you could see him much better now, eyes tired and a smile that showed off his dimples present on his face.

“Couldn’t sleep with you out by yourself, so I’m reading.” You said simply. Chan sat beside you and you scooted closer to him, placing your head on his shoulder.

“What are you reading?” He asked, although he already knew the answer. He leaned his head onto yours, squishing his cheek against it; he would often do this when you sat next to each other. Just his way to show affection you supposed.

“My spell book.” You hummed, glancing down at the pages. Chan wrapped and arm around your shoulder and pulled you even closer him, his big frame bringing comfort to you as you relaxed into him.

“You should rest now, you look sleepy.” He said, pulling the book from your lap only for you to grab onto it tightly.

“Let me finish this section first.” You said, to which Chan let go of the book, allowing you to pull it back into your lap, “It’s only a few pages. It wont take long.”

“I’ll stay up with you until you finish.” He said, and when you started to protest he shushed you, “It wont take long, right? So I’ll be sleeping in no time.” He chuckled deep in his chest and you smiled, enjoying being close to Chan. 

You went to reading, looking down at the ink-work on the pages. However, within minutes, Chan could hear your small snores and he smiled to himself at how cute you were. He slowly pulled the book from your grasp, reaching over to set it on the nightstand before blowing out the candle. He gently removed you from his shoulder to lay you down onto his chest, to which you naturally wrapped your arms around him. 

Chan felt his heart beat faster and his face grew warm, as he held you close to him. Secretly, he was really happy about winning your silly game, because it was comfortable and nice to have you in his arms while you rested.

“Night (Y/N).” He hummed contently, placing a kiss on your forehead and letting himself fall asleep too.

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You woke up to a gentle shake of your shoulder, with the sun peeking right over the horizon and flooding into the room you were staying in.

“Come on (Y/N).” Jisung whispered, hand still on your shoulder, “We gotta get going now.” You groaned, pulling the soft blanket above your head. It had felt like you just fell asleep but it was already time to leave?

“(Y/N), the boys are already downstairs waiting for us,” Jisung reasoned; He tried to pull you up by grasping onto your shoulders, only for him to flop down and crush you with his weight when you refused to sit up.

“Just a bit longer, please.” You whined, taking your hands out from under the covers to hold onto Jisung tightly, not allowing him to stand up. He sighed, squeezing you gently as he relished in having you in his arms this morning because he couldn’t last night.

“As much as I appreciate this hug right now, we have to leave if we are gonna get to the Dark Woods and back on time.” He chuckled, patting your back and leaning you up, taking you with him.

You grumbled and let him go, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

“Besides, Changbin already packed up all your stuff for you this morning and put it by the door, so you just gotta get your shoes on.” Jisung explained, fixing your hair endearingly and nodding towards the door.

“Awful nice of him.” You mumbled sleepily, before getting out of bed and stretching your arms. You got your boots on and put on your knapsack, before finally grabbing your staff and opening the door. Jisung cooed at you for getting up, saying things like ‘good job’ and ‘I know you’re tired’ and you smiled at his thoughtfulness.

“Finally, sleeping beauty is awake!” Changbin teased when you came down the stairs. You rolled your eyes at him, used to his antics. Chan handed you an apple, saying breakfast was on the road today.

“Lets get going.” You agreed, biting into the apple, “lead the way, Tracker Man.” Chan smiled at the nickname, but nonetheless started the trek east. It was silent for the most part, aside from Jisung humming a tune and the crunch of your apple.

It wasn’t long until you finally got to the edge of the city when you finally made some conversation.

“So, do you guys know what kind of monster we are dealing with or..?” You asked, kicking at pebbles on the dirt road as you walked. 

“Well, from what I learned last night at the tavern,” Chan began, talking over his shoulder at you, “Rumor has it the beast is something big. I heard stories of it eating whole horses.”

“We already knew that, silly.” Jisung said matter-of-factly, earning a glare from the eldest, “The duchess said it was big.”

“Yeah but I didn’t think that big!” You complained, feeling a bit nervous about the nature of your opponent, “What else Chan?”

“I heard a story that one of the farmers warded it off with a torch, so maybe it’s afraid of fire?” Chan said, but you could hear the pout in his voice, “But I can’t know for sure how effective that is without knowing what kind of monster we are dealing with.”

“I don’t care what it is, I’ll kick it’s ass all the same.” Changbin said proudly, smirking while lacing his fingers together to stretch his arms out in front of him.

“That’s because you do the same thing for everything we fight: swing your claymore around and hope you don’t take one of our heads off.” Jisung teased, earning a scowl from Changbin, but it quickly changed into a tiny grin when you giggled along with the jokes.

“I do not!” Changbin half-whined half-giggled, nudging Jisung with his elbow, “I’ll have you all know, I’m very calculated and tactical when in battle.”

“Oh yeah? You ‘calculated’ hitting the tree and one of the big heavy branches falling on my foot while we were fighting a pack of goblins in the forests on the edge of NCity?” Chan asked in a playful tone, eyebrows raised as Changbin tried to defend himself.

“How was I supposed to know the branch would fall if I hit the tree! If anything, you should have just moved before it fell.” Changbin shouted, crossing his arms and lips pulled into a pout, “Besides, Jisung healed you up well and you were fine within an hour.”

“Not to mention, last I checked, you were the one to call for Changbin’s help that day anyways.” You said with a cheeky smile, before wrapping your arm around Changbin’s shoulders, “He was just trying to help, so don’t be so picky about it.”

“You wont be saying that when its your foot getting crushed by a stray swing of Changbin’s claymore.” Chan reasoned, huffing out a sigh, but smile gracing his face nonetheless.

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After a rather uneventful week of travelling on foot, you finally reached the little village of Alsea the evening of your seventh day; it was a river-fishing village that bordered the Dark Woods. Chan thought it would be best to stay for the evening, get more information from locals about the monster, as well as be fully rested and regain the most strength for a battle.

“Alright, it’s best if we split up.” Chan suggested as you entered a crowded pub. The air smelled of mud and rainwater, as it was a hot spot for many of the local fisherman to visit after work.

“Me and Bin will go talk to some of the tougher looking fellows over there,” Chan explained, pointing to a corner where there seemed to be an arm wrestling competition going on, “You two should go ask the barkeep and see what they know. We’ll meet up in an hour or so and go to bed, alright?”

“Sounds good, c’mon (Y/N)!” Jisung said with a nod, pulling you in the direction of the bar. You waved over your shoulder at Chan and Changbin, before following Jisung through the crowded pub to make it to the bar. You hopped up on one of the stools, Jisung settling down beside you.

“Excuse me, Sir.” Jisung called to the bar-hand over the chatter and music of the loud pub. He was young, and handsome if you do say so yourself. He looked up at the two of you, putting down the rag he had been cleaning the bar with, “We’ll have an ale for me and a glass of wine for my partner here please.”

“Right away, Boss.” The bar-hand said with a nod, preparing the drinks before serving you both. He grinned at you, looking you up and down and making your face heat up a bit from the attention.

“Here you are.” He almost purred, sliding the glass towards you and handing Jisung the mug of ale he ordered, “Enjoy.”

Jisung frowned, grabbing his drink and taking a swig of it before scooting closer to you.

“This place is pretty busy,” You said sweetly, “Is every night like this?”

“Usually, but it’s much more busy when the snow comes around,” The bar-hand replied, “I guess folks are wanting to find a way to stay warm, and the atmosphere and alcohol help.” You hummed, taking a sip of your drink. The bar-hand eyed you closely, biting his lip bottom lip as you swallowed the drink. It made Jisung feel sick they way he was watching you.

“What brings a pretty individual like yourself into these parts? Alsea isn’t really a tourist spot.” The bar-hand asked, brushing his hair away from his face. Before you could answer, Jisung slung his arm around your waist and pulled you into him, causing you to let out a little squeak in surprise.

“We are actually on our honeymoon, isn’t that right, darling?” He replied in a passive aggressive tone, frowning at the man behind the bar before plastering a fake smile on his face.

You resisted the urge to chuckle at Jisung’s behavior, but nonetheless leaned closer to him and nodded. Playing pretend doesn’t hurt anyone, besides, its a fun idea for you to tease Jisung....

“Yes dearest, and what a lovely honeymoon it’s been! I thought we were going to get lost on the way here though, with all the detours you decided to take us on.” You laughed, trying to keep your voice even. You playfully hit Jisung’s leg, making him chuckle and look at you teasingly. Game on.

“I only took detours because I wanted to get here as fast as possible for my love. ” Jisung confessed(?) while dragging his hand along your waist, earning a sarcastic pout from you before he turned back to to the bar-hand, who looked a bit annoyed now, “And it was lucky I did because this is the only town before hitting the woods. We would have missed meeting this fine gentleman if not for my detours.”

“Well how sweet of you, dearest.” You sighed, downing your drink and placing a kiss on Jisung’s cheek. It quickly burned red and Jisung prayed he kept his expression at least a little bit under control. You smirked and turned to the bar-hand and smiled politely while you pushed your empty glass towards him, “We are headed out east through the Dark Woods. I heard it’s lovely this time of year.”

The bar-hand cleared his throat, regaining a bit of his composure before giving a fake smile at the two of you.

“Under normal circumstances, it is.” He confirmed, grabbing you glass and putting on the counter behind him, “But I wouldn’t recommend going there now. There is rumor of a monster that lurks there.”

“Oh really? What kind of monster?” Jisung asked boldly leaning on the bar and drinking from his glass. A bit of a direct question to ask the bar-hand, but at least it was useful.

“Nobody really knows.” The bar-hand replied, face serious and voice in a hushed tone and he leans closer to the two of you, “from what I’ve heard, it came down from the northern mountains, and its bigger than anything we’ve ever seen come from the woods.”

“do you know anyone who has actually seen it?” You probed, chewing nervously at your bottom lip as the bar-hand shook his head.

“Nobody who has gotten a good look at it has lived to tell about it.” The bar-hand replied solemnly, before sighing and brushing his hair away from his face once again.

The seriousness of this monster made your anxiety shoot through the roof. It was obvious by now this would be no easy feat to kill the beast, but the more you heard about it, the more it sounded impossible.

The atmosphere felt cold and you felt a sudden warm hand on yours. Turning to Jisung, you felt him squeeze your hand comfortingly as he smiled at the bar-hand.

“Well, maybe it’s best we don’t go through there for our honeymoon, Love.” Jisung teased, finally looking back at you with a gentle grin. He wrapped his arm around you once more, and you could feel your anxiety melt away, just for this moment.

“Well, I agree. The two of you should pick another route. Sorry you traveled here for your plans to be ruined, but better safe than sorry!” The bar-hand hummed. Jisung took some gold pieces out of his pocket to pay for your drinks, thanking the bar-hand.

The two of you hopped down off the stools, but Jisung didn’t let go of you. He held your waist firm and lead you towards the center of the tavern where it was cleared out to dance. A man was playing the fiddle and while a woman sang some folk song.

“Care to dance, Love?” Jisung asked, teasing smile on his face as he turned you to face him. You nodded and slipped you hand into his empty one and reached up to grasp at his shoulder. You began to sway around to the music, carefully avoiding others who also decided to come out and dance.

“You know, you played a very convincing jealous newlywed.” You chuckled, pulling Jisung closer to you so you could whisper in his ear, “I almost thought you were jealous for real.”

The two of you continued to dance, spinning and stepping around the space smoothly. Jisung let out a sarcastic laugh, rolling his eyes at you before leaning in to whisper to you.

“I was jealous.” He argued flatly, tightening his grip on you once again, “That stupid bar-hand was practically drooling on the counter looking at you. I didn’t like it.”

“Oh, you didn’t?” You scoffed playfully, shaking your head at him. He let his annoyance play just slightly on his face, causing you to smile, “I couldn’t tell.”

The song ended, and Jisung pulled away slightly. He still held onto your hand as he gazed at you with a slight grin on his face. He placed a quick kiss to you hand, thanking you for the dance. You let out a squeal of surprise at the action as you swatted at him with your other hand. You both laughed at each other, walking away from the dance floor as another song started.

“Let’s go find the other two knuckleheads.” You suggested, holding onto Jisung’s hand as you weaved through the crowd looking for your companions.

You approached the table at the back with a crowd formed around it, shouts and cheers heard just barely over all the other commotion of the pub. You pushed your way through to see what all the excitement was about; you couldn’t say you were surprised at what you found...

Sitting in one of the chairs was Changbin, who was locked in an intense arm wrestling match with one of the biggest fisherman you’ve ever seen. You let out a laugh when you see Changbin yawn before he effortlessly slams the fisherman’s hand down on the table. The crowd of men cheers as Changbin celebrated his victory.

“Why am I not surprised..” Jisung sighed, as you just patted his cheek soothingly and shoved your way to the table.

“Who’s next?” Changbin boasts, making a ‘come here’ motion with his hand, “Who dares challenge me?” When he caught sight of you, His expression lit up and he swatted at Chan, who stood behind his chair monitoring the whole ordeal. By the looks of it, he also seemed to be making bets on Changbin, as he was handed a small pouch by one of the fishermen. When Chan saw you, his expression mirrored Changbin’s as he smiled and waved you over.

Another man sat down across from Changbin, his arms the size of one of your legs; it was a mystery on how he even got into the building as he looked to be bigger than the doorway.

You and Jisung slinked your way over to where Chan stood, greeting him before looking at Changbin.

“Who invited Goliath?” Jisung asked in a hushed tone, swallowing as he gazed at the big man across from Changbin. 

Chan folded his arms across his chest and hummed. “I saw him earlier when we entered. I thought it was only a matter of time before he came to challenge Bin.”

Changbin sat unwavering, grasping hands with the beast of a man. He glanced up at you, to which you gave him a firm, but encouraging look. That seemed enough to give Changbin confidence, as he looked back at the man with determination.

“You guys seem to have been working hard at finding information out.” You mumbled sarcastically to Chan. The other fisherman were chattering, placing their bets as the two strong men prepared for their battle.

“We got a bit.” Chan protested, taking his eyes off of Changbin to look at the two of you, “But I’m starting to think this fisherman is our beast...”

You and Jisung chuckled at Chan’s joke, looking back to your friend to support him and cheer him on in this seemingly impossible feat. Changbin was the strongest person you knew! Surely this big scary man was no match for him!

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“I can’t believe it was over in three seconds!” Changbin whined as he flopped down on the bed, “my pride is more hurt than my arm!”

“So you don’t want me to massage your shoulder then?” Jisung asked teasingly, only for Changbin to grunt out a ‘no, please’. Jisung snickered, sitting down beside the dishearten man and began to gently rub his shoulder; an aura of blue coming up from his hands, causing Changbin to groan out in delight.

With the winnings from the bets on Changbin, Chan purchased a stay in the inn down the street. It wasn’t as nice as the tavern in Miroh, but it was much nicer than sleeping outside. Besides, you were going into the woods tomorrow to fight whatever this thing was, so it was best to get a good rest.

“Okay, so we know it’s big, it’s furry so probably mammalian, it’s prone to fire, and it’s supposedly from the north.” Chan hummed, tapping his chin lightly as he looked through one of his journals that he kept for monster information.

“Could it be a Worg?” You asked, looking up from a different journal of Chan’s to see him shake his head no.

“Worgs are usually bound to the plains, never up north or the forest.” He replied, flipping through the pages as he sat down on the other bed, frown on his face.

“Maybe it’s not from the north?” Jisung offered, turning to look at the two of you as he gently smoothed his hands offer Changbin’s shoulder, “I mean, it’s just rumored to be from the north.”

“I guess...” You hummed, closing the journal to hand it back to Chan as you yawned, “Whatever it is, we at least have a general idea of what it could look like and how we should attack it.”

“Yeah, we should rest up instead of worrying about whatever this mystery creature is.” Changbin suggested, voice muffled by the pillows. Jisung stood up, allowing Changbin to rise, “Besides, as long as we all have each other’s back, we can take on anything.”

“Like that fisherman you lost to?” Chan teased, causing Changbin to grunt, throwing a pillow at his companion. Jisung let out a laugh, earning a second pillow being thrown at his head.

“If I had all of your guys’ strength too, I could have won!” Changbin huffed, catching the pillow as Chan tossed it back to him and laying it under his head.

“I think that’s why we work so good together. We all have different strengths and we can depend of each other.” You said sincerely, going over to pick up the pillow at Jisung’s feet and bring it over to where Changbin laid.

“How endearing!” Jisung cooed before frowning, “I think I’m going to puke.” You chuckled, taking your jacket off and setting it on the chair beside the edge of the bed, pulling out the covers.

“Hang on, how come Bin get’s to sleep next to you!?” Jisung whined, coming over to your side and holding onto your hand.

“Because I slept next to Chan in the last inn and we got to play newlyweds earlier.” You replied with a grin; Jisung resembled a puppy in this moment, lip stuck out in a pout., “It’s Changbin’s turn.”

“And you had the audacity to shame us on how much information we were gathering...” Chan tutted, looking to Changbin as if to say ‘can you believe them?’. Jisung paid them no mind as he held onto your hand with both of his, almost pleading.

“Yeah, we’re newlyweds! Shouldn’t we sleep together?” Jisung bargained, “Besides, I hate sleeping with Chan! He drools and snores so loud!” Chan let out an offended protest as Changbin simple pushed Jisung away from the bed.

“(Y/N) said it’s my turn.” Changbin said matter-of-factly, causing Jisung to frown as Changbin slipped under the covers too. He laid on his back with a smug grin; an open invitation for you to lay on his broad chest.

“Next time.” You promised apologetically, blowing out the candle on you bedside table as Jisung sighed in defeat. He trudged over to Chan’s bed with a disappointed ‘fine’ falling from his lips

“Next time, I’ll just get us a room with one king sized bed and we can all sleep together if it’s going to be this big of a problem!” Chan scolded like a parent, opening up the covers for Jisung to crawl under.

“I’d rather eat one of Changbin’s sweaty socks than be trapped between all three of you.” You grimaced, causing the boys to chuckle. 

“Goodnight.” Chan called out, blowing out the candle and sliding down in the bed. Jisung latched onto him a bit too quickly for someone who “hated sleeping with Chan” in your opinion, but the two of them seemed to relax, as their forms sunk into the mattress.

You laid down, ready to sleep close to Changbin so he would keep you heated; he seemed like he still wanted to be playful, as he flipped over so his back was facing you, tugging all the blankets with him.

You lightly smacked his back before shifting so that you were flush against him. You tugged some of the blankets back over to you before you buried your face against his shoulder blades and draped an arm over his stomach to keep him close.

Changbin laced his hand over yours, keeping it in place as he relaxed into the bed, letting out a gentle sigh. He whispered out a ‘goodnight’ to you; you hummed in response, nuzzling into him. You then allowed yourself to fall asleep under the gentle thrumming of his heartbeat. 

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Branches crackled under your boots as you trudged along; The canopies of the trees stretched far above your head, forming almost a roof that blocked sunlight due to haw thick the overgrowth was. but despite the lack of sunlight, much of the forest floor was overrun with many different species of flora.

“Ow! Son of a bitch...” Jisung mumbled, hitting the bramble he was standing in with his sword and instinctively bringing one of his hands up and shaking it. He picked out the thorn that seemingly was stuck into his finger and grumbled.

“Hey Chan, isn’t there another path that isn’t so.... poke-y?” Changbin asked, looking down at the bushes that came up to your waist.

Chan was leading you through the Dark Woods, following a seemingly invisible trail to your beast. The eldest turned back from his place at the front of the line, frowning at you all.

“Yeah, I’d assume so.” He answered simply before waving his long sword towards the bushels in front of him, “But based on these markings, this is the way the beast went. So I’m following that.”

“I can’t see anything?” Jisung huffed, his hand covered in a slight blue aura for only a moment before he shook it again to loosing his joints. 

“That’s because you’re not a tracker,” Chan replied, rolling his eyes, cutting more of a path in front of him and continuing on, “Now quit complaining and lets go.”

“Let me go right behind Chan,” You suggested, squeezing past Jisung; you whispered a simple spell into the top of your staff, causing it to start to smoke. You grabbed it three quarters of the way down, tipping the top into the bushes to burn the edges, creating a more clear path.

“That should be better.” You hummed in delight, sweeping your staff from side to side as you walked, careful not to linger in one place too long lest to light the whole forest on fire. The two boys behind you let out grunts in agreement and you continued the trek deeper into the woods.

It was calm for a while, with the four of you just listening to the stillness of the air and the sounds of you and Chan making a path before you finally decided to speak.

“Chan, if you’re following a track made by the beast, you must have some idea of what it is, right?” You asked, careful not to burn the ankles of the man in front of you as he stopped abruptly. 

He was quiet, looking out into the woods; you followed suit, dissolving your magic and silently coming closer to him, placing a timid hand on his shoulder as not to scare him. He didn’t move, eyes squinting to see farther into the distance.

Suddenly Chan crouched, whispering out a frantic “Get down!” at the three of you; you quickly comply, crouching low beneath the underbrush as your heart rate increased rapidly. Jisung and Changbin shuffle their way over to the two of you, close enough to hear their breathing as you all waited for Chan to explain anything that was going on.

That’s when you heard it; A distant thumping. It sounded like footsteps coming closer and closer to your party.

“Chan....” Jisung whimpered slightly, gripping the hilt of his sword, “What is that sound?”

The ground shook with each step the beast took; you tried to peak through the foliage to see what it was, but it was nowhere to be found. The footsteps seemed to be getting very close now, the crunching of branches loud as you could hear the beast. 

Chan looked pale, holding a shaky finger up to his lips to tell you all to be quiet. He slowly removed the black bow he carried to notch an arrow in it. Changbin prepared his claymore, gripping it tightly with both hands, his expression stone cold.

And then, the footsteps stopped.

The air was silent, the only sound you could hear was the rushing of blood in your ears and the breath of your party members. The once calming stillness of the woods had now bred a tense atmosphere, causing a sense of unease to wash over you all as the silence continued.

You shifted you weight with uncertainty, looking up and around to try and get even a glimpse in the right direction before your eyes fell on Chan, who was gazing at the three of you with a look of concern.

And then it happened in a flash

The bramble around you peeling back, a loud roar that causing a great ringing in your ears and Jisung flying up towards the sky helplessly in the grasp of this great beast, screaming and flailing around in distress.

It’s fur was snow white as it stood on two powerful legs; it was easily 10 feet tall, gnarled teeth and small eyes pulled into an aggressive expression as it roared out again, brown spit flying from its mouth. You gazed in horror as his grey meaty hand held Jisung by the ankle.

A Yeti.

Jisung!” You cried out, quick to stand and try to conjure a spell with your staff; But just as quickly as you reacted, the Yeti was faster, swatting you into a nearby tree with the back of it’s other flat hand, sending you tumbling down through the sharp branches while knocking the wind out of you and sending your staff flying.

Chan shot his arrow, landing it directly into the knuckle of the beast’s middle finger; it reacted by letting Jisung go, dropping him into the thick bushes below with a crunch. The yeti let out an anguished cry, balling its fist to crush Chan, but he leapt out of the way and helped Jisung stand.

Changbin quickly dove between it’s legs, slashing at it’s knees with his claymore. The beast turned and swatted at Changbin; it missed it’s mark, slamming it’s hand into a tree and sending one of the large branches down on the ground.

It grasped it’s newfound weapon and swung it around at the ground, nearly taking Chan’s head off if he would have held it just a bit higher.

“Chan, what is this thing?!” Changbin barked, ducking his head as the yeti swung his tree club at him, “and how to we beat it!!?”

“Yeti!” Chan shouted, notching another arrow and shooting it at the monster’s face; it was unfortunately blocked by the tree branch it weld, but not without the yeti bellowing at Chan and attempting to crush him with its foot. The oldest jumped out of the way, pushing Jisung down with him.

The beast threw its branch away, slamming it into another tree as it let out another booming roar and leaned forward, placing it’s knuckles on the ground in front of it.

You coughed, a groan of pain escaping your lips as you sat up and clutched your back; the pain was indescribable as it took the brunt of the impact, not to mention your skin was also cover in cuts from the sharp branches you fell through. Your vision was a blurry still from the initial impact, but once it cleared up a bit, you were able to see Changbin slicing once more at the yeti, getting a good cut in at its hip area. This small victory was short lived, as the beast reacted on instinct and swatted at him, sending him flying a few feet into the nearby bramble.

Chan was able to use this time to climb up into one of the trees and get a good angle on the yeti with his bow. He got one good hit in on the yeti’s shoulder before it caught sight of him and grabbed at his legs, pulling him from the tree and shaking his body until he dropped his weapon.

Jisung went to help Changbin, clutching his sword tightly as he ducked into the overgrowth and helping Changbin up; he seemed to recover fast, moving to stand at Jisung's side.

“This isn’t working!” Jisung cried out as he slashed at the yeti, trying to get it to drop Chan. The beast tried to kick at Jisung, but the healer dodged to the side in the last second before scrambling back to his feet.

“Fire!” Chan yelled, beating the yeti’s fingers with his fists as the beast flailed him about, much too distracted with trying to get Jisung, “yetis hate fire!”

You blinked rapidly, processing what Chan was shouting about.

Fire...

Fire!

You could make fire! all you needed was-

“My staff,” You mumbled, looking around frantically for the object. You pushed aside some bushes, crawling around on the ground searching for the one thing you needed to help your party.

You finally found it, laying ten feet away on some gnarled tree roots. It looked to be damaged; a big crack running along the length of it. But it would work for now.

You used it to stand tall, trying to ground yourself despite your state; you willed all the power you could into it, conjuring up a bright ball of white hot fire with one of the most advanced spells you knew. You weren’t sure how strong it would be, as you’d only performed this spell once and that was in your best condition and a fully functioning staff...

The ball grew, sending waves of heat outwards before you launched it into the yeti’s back, setting its white fur ablaze. It howled in pain, dropping Chan ungracefully and starting to slap its back to put the fire out.

Unfortunately for you, the raw power of that spell send burning embers down the crack in your staff, effectively breaking the tool for good as it slightly crumbled in your hand.

What now?

Shit! It was risky for any warlock to try and do a spell without a magic tool to direct their power.

But you had no other option as of now and you needed to help the boys.

“Fuck you!” You spat angrily as threw your broken staff to the side and picked up a branch that had fallen from one of the trees; using a different, less complicated spell, you shakily conjured a weak flame and lit the tip of the branch on fire. You then lunged forward with all your strength, using the branch like an inferno-covered spear to stab at the beast.

You continue to push it back, burning it’s grey skin until you reach Chan, allowing his to recover a bit and grab for his bow that he dropped earlier. He placed a gentle hand on the small of your back before moving to the side of you.

The other two boys had seemingly made fire, Changbin wielding a burning branch covered in foliage with Jisung behind him readying his weapon.

The beast roared swatting at both you and Changbin with it’s hands, however still trying to maintain a distance between it and the fire you held. It looked to be backing away from you as you closed in on it.

Chan slung his bow around his shoulder and unsheathed a longsword before shouting “I have an idea! I need (Y/N) and Changbin to focus the fire down to the undergrowth and make a perimeter. We can’t let it get away!”

You and Changbin exchanged a knowing look, nodding at Chan before you sprang into action. You dipped you flame covered branch down into the bushes and ran around to make a big circle. As you did this, Chan kept the yeti’s attention by swinging at it with his sword, Jisung coming to help the ranger by diving between its legs to appear next to Chan.

You finally met up with Changbin about 5 feet behind the beast, giving it very little room to maneuver without stepping in the fire.

“You look like shit.” Changbin exclaimed, seeing the state you were in with scratches and sweat covering your body.

“Thanks?!” You replied simply, tossing the broken branch into the already blazing inferno creating a perimeter.

Changbin unsheathed his claymore before calling out, “What now Chan?”

“Now we all close in and attack it with everything we have!” The eldest shouted, already starting to move in and stab at the yeti with his sword. Changbin let out a yell before rushing the beast, using both his hands to swing his large weapon at it’s waist. Jisung let out a shout too, using his sword to attack near the beast's legs.

You reached for the only weapon you carried, a dagger that sat on your hip.

But before you were able to charge, you felt a wave of pain wash over you from the center of you back; it spread like electricity all across your body, making you feel weak in the knees.

Your vision grew spotted, with the sounds and sights of your friends going in and out of focus.

Ah shit...

that stupid monster really did a number on you...

And with that high level spell on a broken staff, your body was spent.

Falling to the ground you try and stabilize yourself with your hands;

But it was no use as you slumped forward and pass out.

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When you finally came to, the sky was dark and the only sound that filled your ears was the crackling of campfire and the soft humming of a folk-song.

You felt a strong pair of arms wrapped tenderly around your frame as you laid in the comfortable lap of one of your dearest companions.

"You should be resting." Changbin whispered, delicately brushing a stray hair from your face, "Although I'm thankful to see you have some life in you."

"What happened?" You mumbled, turning your head to look around. you seemed to be at a makeshift camp, with Jisung laying on a soft bedroll sleeping as still as humanly possible. In contrast, Chan was sat up against a tree, arms crossed and eyes shut, but seemingly asleep as well.

Your boys were safe, that's good.

You drew your attention back up to Changbin, who just stroked your upper arm comfortingly. His face has a few cuts on it and his shirt seemed to be torn, with quite a few massive bruises covering his arms.

"We beat the beast, everything is okay. You fainted, but Jisung healed you up good." Changbin relayed in a hushed tone, gazing at you softly. You frown, weakly reaching your hand up to touch one of the scratches on his face.

"He didn't heal you?" You asked, voice trembling. Your arm felt heavy as Changbin grabbed your hand, placing a kiss on it and returning it to your side.

"Couldn't." Changbin replied simply, keeping a warm hold on your hand, "You were so badly injured he used up all his energy to heal you."

Changbin's voice shook slightly as he looked away. You could see the wetness of his eyes reflecting the light of the fire as he tried not to let out a tear.

"Hey, I'm okay." You whispered, squeezing his hand.

"I was scared we were going to lose you." Changbin admits, biting his bottom lip to keep it from quivering. You could hear the fear in his tone, which broke your heart. Using all the strength you could muster, you sit up, wincing ever so slightly at the ache in your back. You scoot closer to Changbin before you engulf him in a hug, holding onto him as if he would shatter.

"I know, but I'm alright now." You affirmed, reaching to gently stroke his hair as the usual barbarian let out a quiet sob into your shoulder. He carefully wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to sit in his lap. Changbin wanted to hold you as close as possible, worried you would be gone of he let you go.

You couldn't help but feel at ease in his grasp, melting into his touch as you tried to soothe him with hushes and adoring touches on his hair and back.

You both sat like this for a while, not a sound passing between the two of you besides Changbin's shaky breaths. When he finally did let you go, you placed a quick kiss on his cheek, right where a cut laid. Wordlessly, you kissed another, and then the other.

"There, all better." You joked with a cheesy grin. Changbin chuckled at you, before you cringed from another sudden wave of pain.

"You should rest." Changbin hummed, shifting so he sat up more straight, "I have to keep watch for a bit longer, but I want you to sleep right here with me, okay?"

He helped you lay back down in his lap before he reached for his blanket that was rolled up by his pack. He covered you lovingly with it, keeping his arms around you to make sure you were warm.

"We have a long trip ahead of us tomorrow, so sleep well." Changbin wished. You hummed in response, closing your eyes and grasping onto the hem of the blanket.

"Sorry I wasn't much help fighting today. I'll be better tomorrow." You apologized, letting yourself relax in the safe embrace Changbin provided.

"Nonsense," Changbin reassured you, voice barely above a whisper, "You were brilliant today."

"Thanks Bin. Goodnight."

"Goodnight (Y/N)"

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"I can't believe you guy's were cuddling again." Jisung let out a huff, blue healing magic from his hands rubbing the bruises out of Changbin's skin.

"You were out cold too! You wouldn't have even known if (Y/N) slept beside you." Changbin argued, shaking his head at the healer and offering up his left arm for treatment.

"Even if he was awake, there was no way you were gonna let them go." Chan teased, turning to whisper to you, "He wouldn't leave your side from the moment you passed out. Not even while Jisung healed you."

"Knowing Changbin, I'm not surprised." You giggled, packing up your things relatively slowly; Your whole body still ached, but you were sure you'd be alright after a long rest, "I think its endearing how much of a big softie he is."

"Doesn't matter, it was my turn." Jisung grumbles under his breath. a pout played on his face as he finished up healing Changbin. The latter stood, saying a small thanks before he started to pack up his belongings.

Soon the four of you were all but ready to go. The fire was getting stomped out by Jisung, while Changbin made sure the monstrous yeti head was secured in a burlap sack.

You weren't entirely sure if the duchess meant it genuinely when she said she wanted its head, but better safe than sorry in your opinion. maybe she wanted to mount it as a trophy of the victory for her people? And if not, it would be entertaining to see her face when you brought it to her.

Changbin began the trek ahead, hoisting his things over his broad shoulders and making a move to go ahead and lead. You tried to tie the end of your bag to secure it, but you couldn't stop the trembling in your fingers enough to complete the fine motor skill. it frustrated you that you weren't back to your peak performance yet.

Jisung's healing can only do so much, especially when it came to magical damage; sure, your body was sore, but there was an underlying weakness that came from casting a spell without your staff. In the heat of the moment you didn't feel the toll due to adrenaline and being in survival mode.

A stick with no magical properties was better than casting a spell with nothing, but you would still pay the price for using such a common item with no embedded magic; weakness, fatigue, muscle spasms, and a whole plethora of other possible side effects was inevitable. Luckily it would fade as time went on, but it didn't make you feel any less of a burden now.

"Let me help you with that." Chan suggested warmly, crouching down and tying your bag closed quickly. You thanked him, moving to sling the bag over your shoulder as you stood. But before you could grab it, Chan lifted it and tossed it to Jisung, who gracefully caught it and slung it over his shoulder.

"Ready to go?" The healer hummed, smiling at you.

"I can carry my own bag." You huffed in annoyance; you began to walk over to Jisung to take it back when Chan grabbed your arm, stopping you in place.

"Nah, there is no way you're lugging that all the way back." Chan insisted, before nodding to Jisung with a grin, "Besides, Jisung strong. what's an extra couple pounds?"

"This feels like nothing to me!" Jisung piped up, adjusting it with ease on his shoulder.

"Fine." You replied, knowing it was better to pick your battles when it came to Chan when he made a decision.

"Great." The eldest responded, before turning around and patting his shoulder, "Now hop on so we can get going."

Oh... this was a battle to pick!

"What? No! I can walk just fine." You argued, patting Chan's shoulders. When he turned back around, a frown played on his face as he crossed his arms over his chest in classic Chan fashion.

"Really? Because you could barely even stand up on your own." Chan reasoned, tone firm before his eyes softened ever so slightly, "I'm sure you could walk the entire journey if we had all the time in the world. You're strong."

"But we don't." He finalized, turning around and crouching down, speaking over his shoulder, "We have to get a move on and we don't have time for you to lag behind so I'm going to carry you."

You groaned; mostly because you knew Chan was right, as per usual... You would slow the party down and you didn't have time for it if you were going to meet the duchess on time. The least you could do at this point is not hold everyone up.

"What's taking you so long? Quit smelling the flowers, we have places to be!" Changbin barked back at you three. You turned to Jisung, who shrugged and went on ahead.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, giving in and climbing onto to Chan's broad back. The man hummed, seemingly pleased by your dismay.

"If you get tired, tell me and I'll make sure I can keep up." You said, almost as a whisper because of how close you were to Chan's ear. He could feel your breath tickle his cheek ever so slight as you rested you head on his shoulder. You felt frail in his grasp, as he made note to try and be and gentle as possible while moving around.

"I won't get tired, don't worry." Chan reassured you, shifting your weight in his strong arms before beginning the long trek back to Miroh. His large hands provided sturdy support to your legs as as he walked, trying to catch up with the other two boys.

You would never admit it, but you were secretly a bit grateful for Chan, as you weren't sure if you truly were strong enough to make the journey without his help. And being secure in his hold, feeling the warmth of his body close the entire trip would definitely a plus, bringing you a sense of ease you couldn't describe.

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"I can't believe she's making us wait. I'm tired of hauling this smelly monster head around." Changbin complained, leaning back on his chair.

"You're lucky they let us bring that thing into the tavern." Jisung scoffed, kicking the Yeti's head lightly, "It reeks!"

"That's because it's rotting." Chan said matter-of-factly, shaking his head, "Did you guys expect it to smell like roses?"

"No, of course not!" Changbin said, annoyance ever present in his tone as you grimaced at the head, "I just didn't think it would be this bad!"

The boys continued to bicker back and forth about the head as you sat quietly, picking apart a scone that Felix had baked today. You had begun to regain a bit of strength along the journey, not feeling as sickly as you once were. You were almost certain that a good night's sleep in the inn upstairs would bring you right back to normal.

But you had to wait until the duchess arrived for you to collect your payment before you could do that. But of course she was late, as she didn't seem to care about your time; it was probably negligible in her eyes.

You ate the scone, washing it down with a entire mug of fresh fruit juice before she finally did arrive with two guards in tow. Long after the sun had set, like she agreed, but she showed up nonetheless. And when she did, you swatted at your companions to quit arguing on whether or not rotting head smelt worse is worse than Changbin's armpits.

Chan stood from his spot and bow to the duchess as she approached, "Good evening, My Lady."

"What is that awful smell!" She wrenched, scrunching her nose up and covering it with her wrist.

"The Beast's head, just as you requested, My Lady!" Jisung beamed, standing to bow as well before he presented the duchess with the grotesque thing. You watched as Changbin tried his hardest to keep himself from smiling at her expression.

"Well, I did say I wanted it's head didn't I..." The duchess huffed out, expression sour. with the wave of her hand, one of her guards takes a hold of it and takes it away, finally allowing you to breath fresh air again.

Right, well," The duchess hummed, clasping her hands together, "Might I say well done. My people are safe thanks to you, which is all that matters to me."

"We are also glad such a creature can't terrorize helpless folk, My Lady." Chan agreed, standing up straight with a graceful smale across his face.

"Yeah, super glad." Changbin grunted out, eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, "anyways, I think it's time you paid us?"

The duchess scowled at Changbin who only smiled tantalizingly at her. "We did what you asked, My Lady." The title sounded patronizing coming out of the his mouth, but it was more so when accompanied by a haphazard nod that you could barely argue as a bow.

"It seems you still have yet to learn manners on all your travels." The duchess sighed, snapping her fingers quickly. The remaining guard pulls a bag out and places it on the table, "Thank you for your service to my kingdom."

With that, the duchess turned and walked away, practically stomping as she exited the tavern.

"Please doing business, My Lady!" Chan shouted after her before taking his seat again. Jisung followed suit, scraping his chair as he opened the bag, dumping the contents onto the table. He tucked the bag away after making sure all the pieces lied safely on the table in a pile.

"Splitting it up? Usually we pool everything together" Changbin asked, as Chan began to count the gold pieces.

The eldest nodded, jutting his head in your direction, "(Y/N) asked if we would this time." You nodded.

It was true, you had asked Chan if the earnings from this job could be split. It was pretty unusual for your group to split up earnings, as you were practically inseparable so you wouldn't make frivolous purchases outside a group setting. But this time, you felt you had a good reason for it.

"It's the most fair in my opinion." You explained, adjusting your bag in your lap, "I need a new staff and you should know that magical items cost a pretty penny. This way, it'll be a purchase that doesn't take away from your guys' funds, since you wouldn't use it anyways."

"That's very kind of you." Jisung said softly, touched at your thoughtfulness. He reached his hand over and held yours, squeezing it as a sort of thank you for your consideration. The moment didn't last long as Chan let out wry laugh.

"That crook, doesn't she have enough?" He scoffed under his breath before shaking his head and looking up at you all, "She scammed us."

"What?" You asked, looking down at the gold pieces; sure enough the piles were quite a bit smaller than expected.

"She only gave us half of what was promised," Chan stated sharply, half in disbelief and half in agitation, "and that's including what was given to use before we left."

"Last time we ever trust a high class cheat ever again!" Changbin growled, slaming his fist on the table. You could practically see the smoke billowing off him as he stood up furiously.

"It's alright, we still have enough to make ends meet." You reasoned, placing a delicate hand on Changbin's arm to calm him down. It does the trick, as he sits back down and folds his arms angrily.

"Yeah, but what about your staff? There is no way your portion will be enough for it..." Jisung said, shoulders slumping as he gazed at you apologetically.

"No, not even close." You sighed, standing and taking your share anyways, "but I'll just have to make do until I have enough. At least we have enough to put warm food in our bellies and a roof over our heads for a bit."

You tried hard to not sound so defeated; you weren't exactly sure how you would be able to practice magic without a magic embedded object to wield, but there was nothing you could do as of now. And truthfully, you had waited long enough for such a disappointment, you felt exhaustion catch up and felt more like something to deal with tomorrow.

Plastering a wistful smile on your face as you stretched your arms over your head. you placed your share in your bag before slinging it over your shoulder haphazardly.

"Where are you off to?" Chan asked, standing too.

"Bed." You said with a tired yawn, jutting your thumb in the direction of the staircase where the inn suites resided, "I'm still recovering, so I think a long rest in a comfy bed is exactly what I need."

"We'll come!" Changbin exclaimed, standing too; you shush him, and shake your head, quickly disagreeing.

"No, you guys should stay out and celebrate! don't pack it in on my behalf." You urged, smile finding its way onto your face as you looked at the three boys. You couldn't help but think about how much you adored them and how special your little family was. Sure, you got swindled, but at least everyone was alright. That's all that mattered to you.

"We defeated a huge beast and lived to tell about it! And we did get paid! Maybe not as much as we had hoped, but enough to have a few drinks and be merry." You encouraged, lips curling into catlike grin.

"(Y/N) right. There is no need to sulk on what we don't have when what we do have is wonderful company and good atmosphere." Chan agreed, cheerful expression slowly growing as he gazed back at you. He stood, grabbing a few gold pieces from his share and pointed to the bar, "First round is on me fellas!"

"Sure, why not!" Changbin agreed, collecting his share and placing it in his wallet.

"Enjoy the night. Be sure to come to bed when you're ready!" You cheered. Chan grinned, pulling you into a hug and placing a chaste kiss on your cheek before he whispered 'goodnight'. The ranger quickly slipped into the crowd, going to barkeep to get refreshments for his companions.

Changbin waved you over and placed a kiss on your other cheek, playfully telling you to dream of him. You agreed, barely able to contain the chuckles that bubbled up in your chest at Changbin's nature.

"Cheer up Jisung!" You laughed, poking the healer with your finger when he stayed slumped in his seat. A pout played on his face as you ruffled his hair, gazing up at you silently from his spot.

"The boys will keep you company, and if that fails, try the scone. perked me right up." You suggested, lightheartedness in your tone as you wave goodbye to the boys.

You scamper up the stairs, entering your usual room at the inn. You close the door behind you with a sigh, making quick work of lighting the fireplace and a few candles so you could see what you were doing as you prepared for bed. You took your boots off, followed by your jacket. You set them off to the side with your bag, trying to keep your things organized.

Just as you crawled into one of the beds, there was a soft knocking at the door. You hummed affirmatively, feeling too tired to get up and check for who it could be. Besides, it was most likely the tavern owners or one of the boys.

The latter was correct as Jisung opened the door, slipping inside before closing it behind him. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, much to your amusement.

"I thought I told you not to come to bed on my behalf!" You chuckled, sitting up and letting the covers pool around your waist.

"I didn't!" Jisung exclaimed defensively. He brushed his hair from his forehead as he shifted his weight from foot to foot, repeating his statement much softer now, "I didn't..."

"Then why are you here instead of celebrating, hm?"

"Because!" Jisung looked at the floor bashfully, biting his bottom lip before squeaking out, "it's my turn..."

You're only confused for a minute until you remember what he means. Snickering to yourself you open up the covers, fluffing up the pillow and pat the place beside you.

"Come on then," You invited, causing Jisung to grin joyously as he frantically starts taking off his shoes and jacket. In no time at all, all his outerwear is discarded and he practically leaps into the space beside you.

"Blow out the candle, would you?" You asked in a hushed tone, to which Jisung obliged, leaning away from you for only a moment to do what you asked. He snuggled up to you on his side so that you were facing one another before he wrapped one of his arms around your torso.

"Comfy?" You whispered, to which Jisung replied simply with a 'mmhmm'. "I've been waiting two weeks to not have to sleep beside Sweaty Changbin or Drooling Chan." He sighed dreamily, showing off his gums with a bright smile. You cant help but find him cute as you chuckle at his antics, clutching his shirt as you tuck your hands in the little space between the two of you.

"Hey (Y/N)," Jisung murmered after a few moments. You could feel his breath on your face as he spoke, tickling your flushed cheeks.

"Yeah?" You mumbled, eyes shut as you relaxed into the comfy bed.

"I'm sorry about your staff."

"It's alright. I'll get a new one eventually."

"About that... Me and the boys decided tomorrow we'd go down to the shopping district and pool our earnings together to buy one for you."

Your eyes fluttered open to be face to face with Jisung. His eyes held a sense of fondness in them that touched your heart, "Why would you guys do that? That's not fair to the three of you at all." You asked simply.

"Because we love you." Jisung said, as if he had said it a million times before.

"You do?" You feel your heart race as a well of emotions begins to fill in your chest at the notion.

"Of course we do. Why wouldn't we?"

"I don't know."

"Don't you love us too?"

"Of course I do." You replied delicately.

Because it was true. How could you not love them?

Chan was the leader, kind and thoughtful without fail. He would always try and take care of you, putting your needs over his in any given situation. He always made sure you were comfortable, doing everything in his power to help achieve your happiness and safety. He grew up alone in the mountains, but would brave the elements ten times over if it meant he could do it with you.

Changbin acted tough and strong, but truthfully was the most doting and affectionate of all. He used his strength to protect you from any harm, but when you were, he was adamant about never leaving your side until you are better. He's fight for you no questions asked; He already had his love taken once when he was exiled, he would rather die than have it taken again.

Jisung, a once foreign prince who understood you more than anyone. He was bright and playful, like a dream in a world where you have to fight day in and day out. He would heal you not only with his cheerful nature, but also his natural ability; even to his own detriment sometimes. In his mind, his body could be broken and energy spent up, as long as he was able to see your smile again it was worth it a million times over.

They were your home. Your team.

Of course you loved them.

"I love you all more than you could ever know." You spoke breathlessly, hoping to somehow convey all the feelings stirring up inside you at this moment.

"Good, then it's settled." Jisung said gently. You could tell he was beaming from the way his pitch sounded before he placed a toothy kiss on your forehead, "Now rest up. Big day tomorrow."

"Goodnight Ji." You whispered, not being able to help the corners of your mouth quirking up.

Life as an adventurer was hard; braving the likes of monsters, the elements, and scamming duchesses. But as you laid in Jisung's warm embrace, thinking about all the things you loved about your boys, you knew everything would be just fine, as long as you had each other.

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A/N: Ending is kind of dodgy/corny cause I'm always awkward when it comes to writing endings, but I finally finished this piece !!! When I tell you it's been in the drafts for l i t e r a l y e a r s... But its done now so hooray! I hope you enjoyed it &lt;3

Also if you're reading this and liked Felix And Your Tavern (the fic I mentioned at the beginning)... I do have a part 2 in my drafts as well, but it has references to this story in it and I wanted to publish this first. So stay tuned for that, as it's not quite ready yet!

[yaboirezzy]

Oh damn...I forgot I had an inbox

Okay so let me remember how many:

Amphibia

-Sashannarcy/Calamity Trio (Anne x Sasha x Marcy)

-Spraddivy/Chaos Trio (Sprig x Ivy x Maddie)

-MechanicFighter (Polly x Pearl)

-Yulivia/Gown n' Dagger (Olivia x Yunnan)

-IT Romance (Ally x Jess)

-Grimesylvipop/Old Timer Trio (Hop Pop x Grime x Sylvia)

-Barrelleifdrias/Divorce Trio (Leif x Andrias x Barrel)

The Owl House

-Lumity/Sweet Potatoes (Luz x Amity)

-Huntlow/GoldenFlora (Willow x Hunter)

-Raeda/HarpyMelody (Eda x Raine) + Camilraeda/Mom Trio (Eda x Raine x Camila)

-Veesha/RavenSlug (Vee x Masha)

-Gustholomule/GusMatt (Gus x Mattholomule)

-Skarney/Melody and The Beast (Skara x Viney

The Ghost and Molly McGee

-Mollycule/MollyPoly (Molly x Oliver x Libby x Andrea)

-Scrinx/Ghostly Exes (Scratch x Jinx)

Hilda

-Frilda/AdventureWitch (Hilda x Frida) + Frildavid/Trollberg Trio (Hilda x Frida x David)

-Kaisanna/Sketchbook Ship (Johanna x Kaisa) + Kaigerdanna/Trollberg's Mom Trio (Johanna x Kaisa x Gerda)

The Loud House + Casagrandes

-Ronniecoln/OrangePurple (Lincoln x Ronnie Anne)

-Slyde/Bestie-to-Main Duo (Clyde x Sid)

-Clidonniecoln/Chaos Squad (Lincoln x Ronnie Anne x Clyde x Sid)

-Lobby/Eldest Duo (Lori x Bobby)

-Chazni/Mall Duo (Leni x Chaz)

-Saluna/Rockstars Duo(Luna x Sam)

-Lubenny/Comedy Duo(Luan x Benny)

-Lynncisco/Athlete Duo (Lynn x Francisco)

-Lucky/GingerRaven (Lucy x Rocky)

-Skiana/Toolbox Duo (Lana x Skippy)

-Lolinston/Majesty Duo (Lola x Winston)

-Livid/Science Duo (Lisa x David)

-Carldelaide/Double Trouble (Carl x Adelaide)

Little Witch Academia

-Diakko/Starlight Magic (Akko x Diana)

-Sulotte/SpiritMushroom (Sucy x Lotte)

-Hamanda/Her Rebel (Amanda x Hannah)

-Barblotte/Nightfall (Lotte x Barbara)

-Consucy/Shroombot (Sucy x Constanze)

-HannahBarbara/Diana's Emotional Support Witches (Hannah x Barbara)

-Poly New Nine/RGB Team

Naruto

-Poly Konoha 12/The Leaf Pile

My Hero Academia

-Poly Class 1-A/Fam 1-A

Spooky Month

-Goldenlavender (Lila x Jaune)

-Candybats (Kevin x Streber)

-Sketchhatz (Susie x Robert)

Erma

-Connerma/GingerYokai (Erma x Connor) + Connsiderma/GingerRatYokai (Erma x Connor x Sidney)

-Terramy/Amerry (Amy x Terry)

-Samiko/YokaiBooks (Emiko x Sam)

-FumiHaru/The Princess and The Kappa (Fumiko x Haru)

-EnaKenji/FloatingCyclops (Ena x Kenji)

-Amitsu/Amomo/GoldenYokai (Amy x Mitsu/Momo)

Sonic

-Sonadow/'See Sonic Prime' (Sonic x Shadow)

-Knuxouge/All Because of An Emerald (Knuckles x Rouge)

-Tailsmo/Wholesomeness in 'X' (Tails x Cosmo)

Yes I am perfectly fine why do you ask?

[lightfeltmemories]

HUNTER X HUNTER MASTERLIST

phantom troupe

episode one: phantom troupe and romance | least toxic to most toxic trouble trio: sharing an s/o

feitan

black!fem!reader finds out feitan's hair is naturally curly hxh theory: is feitan a p3d0phile? BUNNY (contains non-con)

shalnark

HIDDEN (contains stalking and yandere content)

[childlikegoblinqueen]

SCOM Writing Notes…

This next chapter is fighting me so much.

I know what I need to happen, but it feels like a lot of it needs to move in order to fit into upcoming parts of the story.

I’m also finding the closer I get to the end of the fic the more difficult it is to write chapters that I am happy with…

Is this normal? I was on such a deadline for Stranger Tides, being a NaNo project and all.

Here I’m putting myself on a different path.

I also wrote that one having no idea how it would be received. I wrote first and published later.

I’m also not 💯 satisfied with the title track I have for this one.

Anyway, I hope to have a new chapter out later or tomorrow… in the meantime…. Let’s revisit the fates of Belos’ former “Inner Circle.”

See below…

Darius and Eber: Led the push to hold the others accountable for their crimes both under Belos and Independently. Joined the newly created government in a military form.

Some of the stuff Darius was involved with is a little gray… but he’s the head of the BI CIA equivalent…

Raine: lives with their wife and family in the Owl House. Opted for a different approach to healing the Isles. Created a charity to use music and bard magic as therapy for those who are suffering through trauma from Belos’ rule. It’s called “Survivor’s Song.” The name was suggested by a silent board member.

Lilith: Is a historian, an author and a cool Aunt! She curates a museum for the BI hoping to reclaim a history that was lost under Belos. Helps document the progress of the Palisman/ Palistrom Forest restoration project under her father, the BatQueen and no one else at all. She edits text books for schools on the Isles written by the reclusive author, C. Jasper Bloodwilliams X. His next book is SUPER DUPER LATE FOR PUBLICATION. No pressure.

Hunter: Public disaster and recluse. Expecting a child with his wife very very soon and can’t stop getting into trouble. Working on his dad bod and literally nothing else.

Flora D’Splora: Is a propaganda machine for Tibbles’ campaign and a talking head on a “news” channel.

Kikimora, Adrian and Terra: The Terrible Trio! in jail for crimes convicted under the Inner Circle trials. Hunter’s testimony was the final straw.

Osran: Rich so he suffered no consequences. His granddaughter is kind of a public figure. She is the heiress to the Lovoed media company and is married to Boscha.

Vitmir: Turned on the Terrible Trio provided evidence against them and received reduced sentences. Died in an overdose of a top secret government drug that made it street level.

Mason: Also turned on the trio. Had an unfortunate scandal that landed him back in prison where he had an accident and died.

Hettie: Turned on the trio. Had menial healing jobs until ????

Discuss!

[waheelawhisperer]

Shipping Skadi?

Didi Didi Didi Didi Didi Didi Didi!

Skadi x Doctor is my first choice for this one. Her profile makes it pretty clear she's got a bit of a thing for Doc: her trust 200 profile entry suggests that the Doctor should be in charge of her and take care of her needs if you know what I mean and the person recording it seems to have used the Doctor's name as a way to get Skadi to open up, while a number of her talk lines can read as pretty shippy. Those talk lines involve her going from telling Doctor to stay away from her (out of fear for their safety, she admits this directly in the very first talk line on her list) to offering to let them touch her hair, which the Doctor apparently thinks is "long and beautiful". She describes misfortune befalling the Doctor as "trouble for [her] too". She encourages the Doctor to buy her a drink, offers to take them to see her home someday, and swears to defend them with all her might.

"Kind, compassionate, person with limited comparative aptitude in combat melts the heart of stoic, badass, violent lone wolf warrior" is hardly a new romantic storyline by any means, but I find the way at least partially reverses the typical gender roles in such a tale (and reverses them entirely if you view the Doctor as male) by making the tough ultraviolent badass a woman and the softer, kinder partner potentially a man. I like this type of dynamic a lot, probably because I think women who could kick my ass are hot. The only problem is that Skadi needs to be very careful to keep from breaking poor Doc in the bedroom.

Skadi x Specter: While this one apparently gets elaborated on a bit in later events, I think what we've gotten in the global release is already quite compelling. Skadi has demonstrated a willingness to go to great lengths for Specter's sake multiple times (her actions in Grani and the Knights' Treasure, chasing after Specter and Gladiia in Under Tides) and one of her talk lines specifically has her request that the Doctor help Specter. Also, sane Specter is a little brat who needs to get railed, and is also probably one of the few beings on Terra who has the Outstanding durability needed to withstand the force of "Unquantifiable Superstrength" Skadi's mighty hips.

Skadi x Specter x Gladiia: Similar to the above, except now Specter has reinforcements in the form of a swordfish MILF, which means Skadi is the one getting bullied now.

Skadi x Specter x Gladiia x Doctor: Three jocks (one of whom is also a nerd) ganging up on a poor helpless ("helpless", Doc has plenty of ways of potentially turning the tables through their cunning and allies) landlubber nerd, yes please! Not even (too much of a) crackship since all three of the Abyssal Hunters have lines that can be read as shippy with Doc, though Gladiia hides ("hides") it under a generally unpleasant and standoffish demeanor. The trio is very careful with their fragile little brainiac surface-dwelling (male)wife and think it's adorable that Doc needs their protection, though Gladiia will usually scoff at the idea and will only admit its truth deep within her heart of hearts.

Skadi x Specter x Gladiia x Adreanna: Adreanna can have three hot underwater girlfriends. As a treat.

As for the crackships/friendships, I think matching Skadi up with any of Rhodes Island's sweethearts (the kind, friendly characters without a mean bone in their bodies - think Bagpipe, Grani, Saileach, Exusiai, etc.) creates a funny and interesting dynamic as Skadi tries desperately not to become attached to someone who is just determined to be friends with her (and everyone else). Grani gets special mention here because they have an established dynamic from Grani's event.

I could also see Skadi sharing drinks with Schwarz, Blaze, and the other operators known to frequent Rhodes Island's bar. We know from Schwarz's profile that she can sometimes be seen "accompanying mercenaries and bounty hunters at the bar", and Blaze is obviously a heavy drinker and a heavy fighter. While they may not quite be on Skadi's level by any means, they're still elite combatants by Terran standards, and I think Skadi would respect that.