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No Pain, No Gain - Episode 2: "Motherly Hate"

Content warning: verbal abuse from a parent

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If twisted fates had a dating Sim or something, adult yara would be the hardest to romance. Yes hes easy to flatter but oh my god is he SO easy to piss off. U sneeze around him and hes going to tell u to shut the fuck up. U fumble a bit at something and he's JUDGING u. He'd be absolutely insufferable while at dates too, judging everything everyone is doing at all times, he'd be pissed if u stay in the bathroom too long. U were 5.031 seconds late to the date, what were u doing huh???? Do better

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will the webcomic be tumblr exclusive?

Probaby. We don't have any plans to move it to Webtoon or anywhere else. Might change in the future but it will most likely remain on Tumblr

Yea what she said; we were considering having it on WebToon or something similar, but we decided tumblr is best.

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"Twisted Fates"

Original Fiction - Chapter 1

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Characters: The Void x The Red Knight

Posted: July 6th

WARNINGS: violence, Canon topical violence, mentions of blood, death, cursing, there may be romance later... of course there will be romance later!!!

A/N: Yes, I love the villain x hero thing. No, I couldn't write anything else. If you like it leave a nice comment- of ya don't scroll away. Thank @magellan-88 who said I should post it here too (hey look I made a picture thing finally for it!!!)

A/N 2: I'm still kinda shy about my oc stories, so if you happen to stumble across this- no, you didn't, hah

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

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They were considered nobodies, not threats.

It had been hard to work their way up into the ranks of supervillains, struggling to get recognized by the heroes.

But this time they were sure to get noticed.

This time they had caught him, the one and only Red Knight. And they were hand delivering him to one of the best in the business, The Void. The top villain. Well, not delivering– the man had agreed to meet them in their secret lair.

"Who has a secret lair these days?"

"It's not like everyone just goes home to their apartments!"

"I mean…don't we?"

The group fell in silence.

It had been a stroke of luck.

Or a bad day for the young hero.

Either way they had been able to take him down while… while he had been down. If you didn't take what was handed to you that would be lunacy, so they had taken it. Beaten him till he couldn't fight back and tied him down.

"Is he still breathing?"

The men stared, waiting till the masked hero took in a stuttering breath before releasing their own. No good if the one they invited came to see a dead body, but there had to be something in it for them taking down one of the idiots that always got in his way right?

"He's coming!"

There was a flurry of action, everyone hurrying to do their part, to slip into a spot they would be noticed.

There are whispers.

He should not have come, but– of course he knew curiosity killed the cat, which in this case would be disappointment. Truly, he sniffed delicately, as if they could capture his hero.

"There he is, just like we promised Mr. Void!"

They were a gang, no more than twenty. They hadn't even properly named themselves and yet–

He froze on the last step, hand clutching the handrail as he took in the scene before him.

There, kneeling in the middle of this rickety broken down warehouse these idiots had found and taken over– was his hero. Head slumped forward, dark hair curled and accentuated with what he guessed was his own hero's blood, arms bound tightly behind him. There was a bit of crude rope strung about his neck, even from here Void could see the angry red marks cutting into the sensitive skin of his neck.

He took the final step down, "and how did you manage to get my nemesis here?" He asked, voice deathly calm, black eyes skipping from one miscreant to another.

They puffed their chests like silly little birds, "we caught him in an alley, took our chance and brought him here."

He stepped forwards, one leather gloved hand reaching out slowly and cupping his hero's jaw in hand. He heard the sharp intake of breath, blood smeared across his tanned jawline, a large cut on his forehead, bruises littering his skin, his mask in tatters; not that he hadn't seen him without it…

"Duke got him good! Cracked his ribs, pretty sure it was them shit kickers that did the job there at the end!"

"Ah!" He managed quietly; imagining the sound, tilting his head back, one eye swollen shut, allowing only one brilliant emerald eye to look up at him. He could hear him struggling to breathe, a rattling noise low in his chest. The Void brushed his thumb along his jaw and the Red Knight flinched.

Flinched.

The smallest, weakest, little jerk– but it was there.

The men were laughing, callous tough barks of ridiculous laughter.

"Who said you could touch him?"

The room quietened.

He finally pulled back, rage seething, becoming a living breathing entity, "did I give you permission to touch him?"

The men stepped back, turning as they heard a heavy metal door clang shut, before facing the man once again. "Void– we… you've fought him for so long…"

"There are rules to combat, there is a reason that we dance," there was a yelp, before one of the men disappeared. "Do you truly think that I– I could not defeat him?!" It really was like playing with toys. They had broken the rules of engagement. Now he needed to follow none and oh, it felt so good to feed the darkness that he had starved for so long.

This was why he was number one. This was why everyone feared him. No mercy. No forgiveness. None when they yelled and cried and begged, the way they scattered, each one of them thinking they could escape.

"...oid… Void… s-ssst-stop…"

"STOP?! STOP?! DID THEY STOP?!" He demanded angrily, how many times had he faced off against his hero? And they had walked away, there was a reason.

He coughed, blood mixed with spit coming up, a wheeze rattled in his chest, his vision blurred, went in and out. He was sure the ground moved. "V– Void" he flinched at the squelching sound, at the pitiful cries of the men that had ruthlessly beat him until he couldn't move.

It had been his own fault.

He had made a mistake, fallen right into the worst spot after a fight with another criminal. Yes, he had won that but not without gaining a limp- it has been enough of an advantage for this group and he hadn't slept in four days. He couldn't sit up any longer, he tried again, it had been so long since the villain had really let loose. He had never stopped to examine that or what it meant. He had to stop him though.. in a second… he just had to… catch his… breath.

"FwuuwhuuUUmpfff"

The sound was enough to cause him pause and he looked over his shoulder as he finished off the last one, bone crunching and a half yell muffled. He did not hurry over, didn't use his powers to swipe away the bindings, nor did he hold the broken body of his nemesis against his own, wrapping an arm securely around their waist before dragging their arm around his own neck.

"This is entirely unprofessional of course," he muttered unhappily, uncaring of the blood sinking in and staining his outfit, speaking candidly, as if he hadn't just murdered a gang of twenty.

Knight let out a little grunt, head lifting weakly as he was lifted to his feet, precariously holding onto consciousness. "I can- I–" limping, swallowing the pain, he couldn't show how weak he was- not now. He shouldn't lean into him, shouldn't grip his shoulder, should push him away. He had to escape, nurse his wounds, he could escape…

"You underestimate how broken your body is," The Void commented, carefully moving along before stopping in front of the stairs.

"Nghhh!" He grimaced, he nearly vomited in response to the pain that rose throughout his body in waves. "V– what did you–?" He attempted to glimpse around, but the small movement had his knees buckling, baring his teeth in an attempt to keep from swaying.

V. How he hated that single letter, he was The Void, not V. He bent down and swept the Red Knight up into his arms, no small feat as the man was just that, a grown man, fully muscled with long limbs and in full gear- even though it was in rough shape.

"Hnngghh! Fuck!" The Red Knight gasped in pain before he tensed in his arms, giving in and going limp against him.

He grinned as he stepped up, the door at the top opening carefully and his man hurried ahead to the car. "Sir!?" He eyed the slumped figure of their enemy warily, uncertain.

"Unprofessional," he repeated as he sat in the vehicle, stiffening slightly when the hero's head fell on his chest. "Hrrrmmnn, get us home."

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[hircine-hunter]

Curse ideas, anyone?

Hi, I go by Ravin_Raven (or Raven Moonspark) on Wattpad! And I have two stories that I'm writing that involve curses as the central plot lines. Here's a list of curses I know of off the top of my head, but I am hoping you can help me with making more than these ones! So, if you can please help me, I'd greatly appreciate it!

Cursed to: wear an object all the time and never take it off

To be turned to stone

To be corrupted by your own magic

Be turned into something inanimate

Be turned into an animal or beast

Trapped inside something (like a mirror or painting or locket)

Turned into an element (like being turned into some kind of essence, look up the Augur of Dunlain in Skyrim)

Unable to touch someone for fear of killing them

Unable to love because your love would kill either you or them

Turned into a demon

Possessed by a demon through a curse

Trapped someplace due to a curse (like can't leave a forest because of the curse, or like the guy in Pirates of the Caribbean who can't leave sea water)

Unable to use one of your senses

Can't talk (like Ariel in the Little Mermaid)

Your powers now hurt you when you use them, or someone you love

Your power is corrosive, and you're unable to use it without pain, but not using it hurts worse

Chronic pain curse

Unable to be in love because of a curse, like being cursed to not fall in love or keep your love

Cursed to never die

Cursed to die once you're found happiness

Cursed to die once you fall in love

Bad luck curse

Turned to ice curse

Snow and ice curse, like The White Witch in The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe

And finally, cursed to do something if someone tells you to

Now those are a lot of curses, but I have had a bit to think about this. Also, wanted to make sure there was a list on here for future writers to stumble on. I love the trope of curses and I am currently working on "The Cursed Ones" and a draft (as of right now) "Cursed" on Wattpad. Again, I am Ravin_Raven or Raven Moonspark on there. So, check me out! Also, check out RavenSky Writing Prompts on FB! It's a group. Anyways. I hope this helped!

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do you get déjà vu?

[wisp-wandering]

[kth1fics]

Twisted Fate (M) | MYG

Twisted Fate

⟶ Pairing: Min Yoongi x Female Reader (Y/N) ⟶ Genre: Oneshot, Smut, Rated R | 18+ ⟶ Tropes: Vampire!Yoongi, Strangers to Lovers, Royalty AU, Supernatural AU, Fantasy AU ⟶ WC: 4.7k+ ⟶ Warnings: blood (obviously), some degrading, biting / blood drinking, breast play, choking, sparkling jealousy, unprotected sex, there’s a third party at play, some bondage, fingering, oral (f), threats, reader has a nickname. ⟶ Beta: n/a (no beta just complete yolo - if it doesn't make sense don't worry about it) ⟶ Summary: A slice of vampiric lifestyle here inside the Briarwood Manor walls after you ultimately picked the Lord you wish to serve. ⟶ Author’s Note: I actually feel very bad that most of all my hosted collaborations are incomplete. It happens though, ya know? This Yoongi is a part of the Briarwood Manor Collab, hosted by myself! I never expected to be writing this fic, honestly. But I hope it does well and is good enough! Please leave any feedback or comments on a reblog, post, or even my ask box! ⟶ Song Recommendation: Sweet Sacrifice by Evanescence

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“Hello, puppet, did you miss me?”

The low mischievous voice whispers a chill in your ear. His cold hand comes to rest on your bare shoulder, stroking your soft skin. If anyone were to see they’d think his touch is sincere and tender, a loving gesture to greet his lover, but they’d be so very wrong. 

A puppet is what you are to him, nothing more. To serve however he sees fit. The nickname is quick out of his mouth the moment you pick him under the shine of a blood moon. You aren’t so sure what drew you to him in the first place. Maybe his aura played a trick on you, taunted you with his beauty and looks. An elegant and stoic composure mixed in one. The most unresponsive to the personal sacrifice (you) during the ritual.

You still remember the lifeless blink of his eyes when he first looked at you. From there you should have known he didn’t see the life inside of you. The vampire whose fangs ghost over your neck and haunt your nights is far from a lover. He’s an obligation. A duty. The choice you were forced to make among the six other princes.

Some nights you question what would have been if you picked someone different. How would the others treat their Church’s generous gift? Would you be more than a puppet?

His hand sends a visible chill through you. The sickly sweet voice of Lord Yoongi that you dread has returned after weeks away. There’s no doubt in your mind that there’s a toothy-grin widening on his face when he inhales your scent. You were just starting to enjoy that temporary freedom from his demanding fangs. Oh, how you wish he was gone just a while longer.

Yoongi had been away visiting a nearby kingdom to the West for business. Both Lord Namjoon and Lord Hoseok accompanied him. You know very little of their endeavors. Council work if anything. Matters that a blood-bag, such as yourself, has no business knowing. You are thankful for the pleasant peace of the manor while you had it.

You remain quiet, but your heart pounds in your chest. Anyone in an earshot can probably hear it pumping through your veins. Yoongi sends a full attack to your nervous system and he hardly touches you.

“Let’s pretend that’s excitement,” he comments as a nimble finger runs along your neck.

“H-How was the trip?” You ignore his first question completely. Faking a soft smile to please him.

“Nonsense,” he mutters as his mouth hovers the crook of your next. Your body already expects the snag of his teeth any second now. “Take off that pathetic excuse of a dress the servants dressed you in. I want you in my quarters. Now,” Yoongi whispers with demand.

You feel that there’s no room for objections, you’ve learned the hard way once or twice before. Disobeying Yoongi only makes things harder for you.

The first step you take halts as you feel his hand tug at the lace to your bodice. It snaps easily, loosening the material for an easier escape. Yoongi trails you, watches you with a burning hunger, as one by one you shed your clothes on your way to his room. 

There’s no shame walking down the corridors of the manor, you’ve gotten used to these trips. Seen many others in the same position. It’s the way of life here.

Yoongi’s room is one of the furthest from the grand room. It requires walking the stairs and passing several other spaces before reaching the crystal knob of his door. On occasion, his impatience forces you into the music room where he lays you on the piano lid and does exactly what one can imagine. 

Although, tonight doesn’t feel like one of those nights.

“You haven’t answered me yet,” his voice hums, “did you miss me?”

You don’t loath the man, but you know what he does to you. How you are easily frail compared to him and fear slipping up. The sharpness in his fangs and in his words and the strength in his grip and demeanor. You do not miss his beastly moods when he sucks your blood savagely and brings you to the brink of tears. To where you fall far too weak to put up a fight.

There are no soft sides to Yoongi, not from what you’ve witnessed anyway. When he’s finished with you, you’re sure he’ll do it with no remorse.

You want to answer truthfully. Saying ‘no’ is on the very tip of your tongue. Maybe his absence did make you feel useless in a way. But you also felt relief by being away from the ruthless need of your body. And for that, you feel a tang of guilt. Making you question how you actually feel.

“Yes, my Lord,” you speak sweet yet flat. “Your presence was greatly missed.”

Finally, you’re met in the center of his room. The still cool air swallows you as you stand there awaiting his next command. The click to the door shutting behind you resounds out loud. It leaves you trapped inside the vampire’s chamber.

“Of course you did,” he smirks to himself as he slowly undos his cufflinks. His eyes continue to scan you, admiring the shape of your body and nudity. “Go on. Sit.”

You see the nod of his head from your peripheral as you stare blankly at the dark silk comforter. A canopy hangs from the ceiling above, draping thick charcoal black curtains. There’s a litter of candles scattered throughout, none of which are lit. You’re granted very little light from the cascading moon from outside the tall paneled windows. It’s darker than usual due to the storm clouds. 

Everyday his chamber is cleaned and dusted even when left unoccupied. Yoongi likes his stuff maintained, presetine if he could. If one thing is out of alignment he will notice it. They have workers for several reasons, many for pure enjoyment and food.

As you take a seat on the side of the bed, Yoongi hovers. He stands close, taking your chin in his hand and tilting your head up to look at him. His grip is menacing, you’re aware of how easily a man with his strength can break your bones.

“Whore,” he comments as he looks down on you.

His voice cuts through you like a knife. Clear and loud. He watches the way your eyes flicker in shock and widen. Heat plasters to your face as his grip tightens.

“Do you think I don’t know?” He huffed a laugh. “Why don’t you tell me what I'm speaking about?”

“Y-Yoongi I –”

He slips a finger into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue to prevent you from forming any more words.

“Take my name out of your dirty mouth or I'll do it for you,” he threatens.

“I’m sorry!,” you attempt to say out of pure reaction. 

Yoongi leans in flashing you a smile, revealing his sharpened canines. His eyes turn a blazing ruby red, popping out of his stark black hair.

“I’ll release your tongue and when the second I do, I expect you to tell me.”

He waits for your acknowledgement before his fingers find their way back to cradling your chin.

“Lord Jimin,” the name falls out of your mouth just as your eyes fall to the ground. “I didn’t know what I was supposed to do,” you fester up.

How could you? With no guidance from the Lord you picked. He left you at the manor with very little discussion. There’s unspoken rules you’re still learning to this day. How are you supposed to know what Lord Yoongi wants when he doesn’t speak the words into existence?

“You’re not his,” Yoongi states. He rests one knee on the edge of the bed beside you. His other hand traces up your arm lightly all the way to the back of your neck. With his position, he brings your head back up to look at him. “I don’t care what he says. You picked me.”

“He would have killed me if I denied his advances,” you mention. Confusion and panic swells deeply in your eyes. “He only just –”

Yoongi snorts, displeased beyond belief. “He wouldn’t unless he wanted a war. He knows you belong to me and took the opportunity to take you when I was gone.”

“–Just bit me!,” you managed to get out.

“Hm?” Yoongi’s eyebrow quirks.

“He only just bit me. I swear there is nothing more!”

You plead with your eyes. You’ve never wanted to upset him in any way. The role you play is one you take seriously. If you were murdered by a fellow ally of your Lord, that would have madden him further, no?

Yoongi’s touch turns featherlight, nothing compared to how he touches you when he lays with you. Rough and demanding. Guiding you exactly how and when he wants it. It’s what you’re expecting from him.

He leans down close, slotting his head next to your neck as he breathes in your scent. “I’ll keep you locked up in my room.” Yoongi’s lips touch against your skin, you can’t help but shiver. “Spread your legs.”

Yoongi’s cool fingers ghost your core, leaving traces as they pass each inch. You feel the threat of his fangs against you, making your body heat up quickly. It is safe to say that you do miss the way he touches you. Feeling his grip all over your body, it brings you to places you’ve never – and will never – admit.

“But I'll have no property of mine” – he continues with his earlier words – “be shared like a whore on the street.”

You politely move your head to the side with his hand as direction, bracing for the impact of his teeth. They lightly drag along your jugular until he finds his desired spot before sinking them into your skin.

The feeling hurts like a razor sharp sting as you release a groan. Yoongi’s hand secures you in place as the other presses against your heated core. His fingers slip between your folds, gliding them across your clit and into your pussy. Drawing out the wetness he searches for.

There’s a trickle of blood that breaks through the seam of Yoongi’s lips, dripping down the front of your chest. He’s sloppy, unusual for him. Probably from the weeks away. You stay stagnant, letting Yoongi do as he pleases.

“Lay back,” Yoongi pushes you down before you feel his lips pressing kisses on your thighs. He continues to press two fingers into you while he reaches for your nipple, swirling around the hardening bud.

You close your eyes as you let out a shuddering breath. Your entire body is warming up, aching silently for more. Maybe he misses you?

“Do you want me to touch you more?” The voice is so low you can barely hear it over the heavy rain outside. When his touch does everything to ignite that burning sensation inside, how can you not want more?

“Yes,” you whimper when another kiss lands on your inner thigh. You feel your pussy tighten from the want, the need.

“Yes?” He questions, as his fingers pinch down hard on your nipple. It sends bolting zaps of pain through you, making you yelp at the action.

You feel his plunging fingers curl up inside you and drag against your walls. Your legs move on their own accord, body only reacting to the joyous sensation.

“Oh God, yes! Please touch me!” You plead.

Once your desperate words leave your mouth, he latches onto your clit, sucking the sweet tender bud eagerly. He pairs it well with the pace of his fingers in your aching core, possessive hand roaming your front as his body slots between your legs.

Your curious eyes travel downward to spy Yoongi’s black hair nuzzled between your thighs and feverishly licking at your leaking arousal. It takes everything in you to not place your hands in his hair, you know he doesn’t like being touched. But it looks so soft, so long and pretty. 

“I don’t want you to ever think about being bitten by anyone else,” he growls. “Your blood is mine and mine only.” You feel your leg being lifted enough for Yoongi’s fangs to pierce the skin on your inner thigh.

His words and actions make you whimper. Yoongi’s tongue laps over the bleeding blood on your skin.

“I won’t,” you affirm as you toss your head to the side. Absentmindedly your fingers thread through his hair, it feels like the finest of silks. “I only want you to bite me, Lord Yoongi.”

Your confession pleases him. He replaces his fingers with his tongue, diving it deep into your leaking hole. A moan slips from your mouth while your fingers fasten a lock in his hair. Lewd noises spill into the air from the vampire sucking and licking at your core, devouring the taste of you.

Doing what he says always grants you intense pleasure. Being good tends to satisfy you, you realized that a long time ago. Once Yoongi draws you agonizingly close to a climax, he withdraws his pursuit. Leaving you in a cloud of haze.

‘Is that it?’ you think to yourself. Why the sudden stop? Did you do something wrong?

Yoongi reluctantly pulls from you, forcing your hands off his hair with a sinister smile. Blood and arousal is smeared across his mouth and chin.

“What’s wrong?” you whisper the question.

You’re left huffing and puffing as you feel your orgasm slipping away from you. His menacing stare down doesn’t ease your mind and you feel your body shriveling up from under his scorching red eyes.

“Time to learn your lesson.”

Yoongi manages to pull your body up the bed to the headboard. Fastening two hard metal cuffs to each of your wrists. You’ve been here once before in a playful gig, but the motivation behind Yoongi’s tone sends a shiver to your spine.

You obey, as you should, while the darkness of the drapes shroud around the bed. You’re left with red glowing eyes staring straight down at you once again. His ethereal features, as beautiful as they are, frighten you to say the least. There's anger swirling inside of him. The angel you view Yoongi at shows how the cut of his eyes are deadly, the shape of his jaw is sharp and the curve of his lips stands against the casted shadows of the dark. You feel the anxious fear bubbling up inside your body, a spike of nerves setting aflame.

“What?”

He can read you like a book. Heart pinging higher than the normal rate. A confused quirk of your brows. Even the clearing of your throat and desperate breaths have him understanding your senses. Your body language tells him everything he needs to know about your fear.

“Brianne!” Yoongi snaps his fingers together as he calls upon a servant.

On cue, the door to his room opens and closes. She walks as punctually as ever, hands clasped in front of her apron as she curtsy bows to the vampire.

“My Lord,” she smiles. Paying you no mind as you lay naked and latched to Yoongi’s bed. “How may I aid you?”

“My puppet here is in need of a lesson. Care to participate?”

“It would be an honor,” Brianna bows.

Unspokenly, she begins to shed her clothes piece by piece. Yoongi hums to himself as he does the same. You are left strapped there, witnessing the entire event in confusion.

It’s as if this has been done before. You watch with worry as Brianne steps out of her skirt and pulls out the ties of her hair, allowing it to cascade around her shoulders. She steps toward the bed, eyes nearly lifeless, as she glances at you. There’s several, very visible, bite wounds on her body.

Quickly, Yoongi meets Brianne from behind. His hands guide her atop the mattress as she kneels near your feet. You curl up further, drawing your legs into yourself as your mind races with endless possibilities of what’s about to happen.

“Puppet?”

You flinch, very noticeably, at the bark of your nickname. You hadn’t realized how on edge your nerves are until now.

Yoongi follows behind Brianne, being sure to peer over her shoulder at you with his ruby eyes. Brianne is displayed before you, legs spread apart as she kneels, tits in full view. Yoongi’s crafty and daft hands sliding across her front and touching every piece of her. It’s a taunting scene, mentally riling you up inside.

“I want you to know,” Yoongi begins with a devilish low growl, “How easy it is,” he pushes aside Brianne’s hair to expose her neck, “For us to take a whore.”

Yoongi latches his mouth down on Brianne, forcing a muffled groan out of her throat. He bites, and bites, and bites, until there’s a chain of red leaking down her shoulder and arm. Some meet the mound of her breast, where Yoongi happily is cupping with his own hand while the other is gliding down her front and rubbing circles on her clit.

You watch in shame and fear. Seeing the way Brianne thrives from the mutilating hands and mouth of the Lord. Pleasure crosses her face, pain and ecstasy. She has no embarrassment with the noises that leak out of her. You swear you see her face mocking yours as you turn away.

“Look at me,” you hear the demanding growl of Yoongi.

But the burning heat of anger tingles your face. You fear disobeying him though. It only can make things worse.

“Puppet!” he growls over Brianne’s moans. Yoongi pushes Brianne down on her hands, her head closer to where you curl up against the headboard. “Look at what I am doing!”

You hesitantly glance over, hating the scene you see. Yoongi’s possessive hands scratch Brianne’s back as he lines himself behind her. There’s blood covering his front, smearing down his chest as his mouth gaps open. You squirm uncomfortably. As much as you loathe what’s happening, how your heart is thumping with disbelief and hatred, it bothers you even more that it turns you on.

Yoongi spits down at the junction between Brianna and himself and lathers his cock with his free hand. He slots himself inside her roughly, pulling out a loud moan from Brianne and forcing tears to swell in your eyes.

“Look at me!” He commands again, and this time you stare at his glowing eyes. 

Locked in and afraid to move. Sure you can see Brianne through the edges of your sight, you can see the way Yoongi’s abs flex with each harsh thrust he inflicts on her, the way her audible noises fill the room just like the way Yoongi’s cock fills her pussy.

He keeps his stare with you, eyes threatening. “How do you feel when I choose someone else? To make them feel this good while I feed and fuck them? Do you think you’re so special to go around and give yourself up like Brianne here?” He grunts between breaths, making sure to give Brianne a good ramming as her hips get pulled back into him. 

Yoongi continues to speak to you, “Do you want to end up like this?” He quizzes you again. He forces Brianne to flip over, revealing all those scattered bite marks on her body including his own. He arches her back by holding a hand under her. You can’t help but to flick your eyes down at it.

There’s a burning rage brewing inside of you, watching the way your Lord takes care of another. Bluntly in front of you as well. You don’t think you’re anything special, just a gift from the Church. There’s no doubt in your mind Yoongi has all the freedom to do what he pleases, but you’re mad that you aren’t the option when you were only raised to be such.

You remain silent and fear stricken. There’s upset and anger on your face and he can see that. Pathetically, you are his. You picked this. But desperately you want to only be his.

“No,” you whimper out. There’s a sad tear that rolls down the curve of your cheek.

“‘No’ what?”

There’s thorns forming inside of your throat, digging into it as if your voice doesn’t have freedom.

“No I don’t want this!”

Yoongi continues to thrust into Brianne, but his attention is on you. His hand closes down on her throat, squeezing slowly to prevent airflow.

“Have you learned?” His fingernails begin digging into Brianne and you hear her noticeable gasp. “That a whore is used by many and can be,” – he squeezes firmer, watching Brianne’s hands clasp around his wrist in protest – “killed with no feeling of guilt?”

There’s a gargle replacing the moans in Brianne’s mouth. Her eyes are bloodshot and full of tears. Yoongi pays no attention, he knows what he’s doing. But he keeps his ruby eyes on you, stalking your next actions.

“Yoongi, stop!” You shout with warning, “She’s going to die!”

“So?” His voice is cold.

“Stop!” you plead. “Stop it, stop it, stop it! I get it! I’m sorry! Just stop it!” Each hopeless syllable falling out of your mouth amplifies higher until you shout.

Yoongi finally halts his actions completely, releasing his grip on poor Brianne and pulling out of her. She gasps as her lungs fill with air, hands clutching her throat. Yoongi rolls her over, letting her legs hit the floor beside the bed and commands her to stand.

He analyzes her, wipes away the wet tears from her face before patting the side of her head. “Gather your things,” he beckons. “Please seek Lord Jimin and tell him you are but a gift from me.”

Brianne attempts a hoarse response but her throat is far too fragile to speak. She quickly gathers her belongings and rushes out of the room, holding her throat with a hand the entire time.

As the room falls silent, you can’t help but stare at the naked vampire in front of you. He’s thin, toned, skin milky pale due to his vampiric complexion and lack of sun. Cock stands out, still hardened as a hand runs along its length.

“Never become a whore, puppet. It’ll get you killed.”

Yoongi turns to look back at you, seeing how shriveled up you’ve become. He knows the power he holds and the loyalty you only wish to fulfill. It’s how you are raised. You want to act on your own actions, but Yoongi is the shotcaller. The owner of you.

“I’m only yours,” you state with a nod. 

Like lightning, Yoongi returns to you. Finger’s dipping into your cunt again. He groans with the seeping wet arousal leaking from you, making sure to comment on how you must have been turned on all along. He pushes deep inside your needy walls, stoking and thrusting his fingers at a quick pace almost as if he wants you to cum right then and there. His tongue works on your clit, swirling delicately around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

The pleasure between your legs causes you to tremble, Yoongi’s name falls out of your mouth as you tug on the cuffs chaining you to the bed. You’re beginning to feel the start of your delayed climax from before. Your breaths become shallow pants while you can’t help but ride Yoongi’s mouth desperately.

Your hazy mind takes away your active awareness and forces you to enjoy the senses you hear, feel, smell, taste, and see. Yoongi works his way up past your navel, peppering kisses on his pursuit to your clavicles. His teeth glide over your skin only enough to scratch you as you whimper from the loss of his tongue.

Somehow you end up on your knees and straddling Yoongi’s pelvis. He flipped you quickly to slide himself under you. The chains twist, forcing your wrists together. His hair fans out around his head as he rests on the pillow, eyes lazily looking up at your hanging breasts. You feel the cold hard hands on your hips as he leads you onto his cock, letting you slide against his length and spread your arousal on him.

You use your arm to muffle your moan as he slips his tip inside of you. The promise of his length inside of you makes you eager so you press down. Letting an inch deeper before he pulls you back up to begin the process again.

Yoongi leans up from under you to latch his mouth on one tit, sucking harshly at your nipple before sinking his fangs enough to draw blood. The sting hurts, you whine on the impact as he simultaneously draws your hips down onto him. Stuffing his thick cock inside your tight cunt.

You want to lean on him for support but those blasted chains hold your position high. In reaction, you bite your own arm as you feel the way Yoongi fills you up and feeds on you. The joyous satisfaction you gain from pleasing the Lord is soon to follow.

Yeah, there is no way you wish to be a whore. Yoongi is more than enough.

“You like it. Don’t you, puppet?” Yoongi chuckles. He pulls on your hair sharply, twisting your head to the side to admire his earlier bite mark. “You like being my little puppet and filled up like this, huh?” Yoongi grinds his hips into you, his other hand firmly guiding your body to ride him.

You’re left breathless, painfully in pleasure, but fully enjoying being filled to the brim by his cock. The recklessness of his grip on your hair and bleeding from his beautiful bites. It’s so devilishly good, you could never wish to be anything more than his puppet. 

“Ah, please,” you groan. The sound of skin against skin resonates throughout the darkened room. It’s mingled with your beautiful cries and his low guttural grunts. 

“I love it,” you confess.

You don’t ever want to be used to getting filled so well. You don’t want to be curious about the other princes and how they would treat you. Something about Yoongi is exactly what you need, you just never knew before. Is the lesson supposed to make you have this realization?

Yoongi releases a low groan against your skin, murmuring, “you feel so fucking good. You taste so fucking good.”

Once again, Yoongi sinks his teeth in you. The pain draws you closer to your impending orgasm and you yelp outloud. 

His thrusts become even more determined. Your chest arches into him as you tug on the cuffs that limit your hand movement. The noise from the headboard thuds rhythmically against the wall as your cunt clenches.

“Cum on me,” you hear the words tickle your ears. Yoongi’s hand wraps around your head and leads you into a bloody, searing kiss. He hushes your moans as his tongue dives past your teeth.

Metabolic tasting liquid seeps into your taste buds but you aren’t focused on the flavor. The cradling hand on your cheek and gentle soft strokes of his fingers on your hips are. The deepened kiss, full of lust and passion, sends you to overdrive as you whimper through your crashing orgasm.

Your legs shake against his sides in the same pace of your walls gripping his cock. Your blood trickles down on Yoongi’s chest as you ride out the waves of pleasure. Wet squelching sounds happen at the intersection between you and him as his thumb runs circles against your clit.

You feel your eyes fluttering shut as you groan. Your rolling orgasm kicks your body into realizing how much strain it’s handling. The harsh mixture of pain and pleasure. Your body is beginning to fall limp, the life and energy inside of you finally hitting their max. You want to collapse but Yoongi continues to thrust into you, perhaps chasing his own high.

“Ah,” you breathe as Yoongi’s mouth detaches from yours. His eyes focus on the mess of arousal on his lap, the way your cunt disappears his cock entirely. There’s a vice grip on your hips now, all you can do now  is be a toy for him.

A puppet, so he’d say.

Your head begins to spin as your vision fades into darkness. The last thing you see is the beautiful features of Yoongi, enjoying full on gratification from your body. Blood covered across his smooth poreless skin and black raven hair. 

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[veerbles]

“Were you trained as a dancer?” “An acrobat. My whole family are acrobats.” // “Some people see a magic trick and say, ‘Impossible!’ They clap their hands, turn over their money, and forget about it ten minutes later. [..] And then there are the ones who stay awake, running through the trick again and again, looking for that skip in perception, the crack in the illusion that will explain how their eyes got duped; they’re the kind who won’t rest until they’ve mastered that little bit of mystery for themselves. I’m that kind.”

Or: a kinder universe.

[notllorstel]

“1, 2, 3, 4, the length some people would go.”

“5, 6, 7, 8, Maybe in another life we could’ve been friends.”

Just a couple of masked gentlemen.

[twisted---fates]

Hunter and the Hunted - Episode 1: "Chase"

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"Twisted Fates"

Original Fiction - Chapter 2

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Characters: The Void x The Red Knight

Posted: July 20th

WARNINGS: violence?

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They called him The Void for various reasons. 

His powers for one. The ability to open black holes had never been easy to control, it was the one he concentrated on the most, never ending, never resting. He had lost plenty to the damned curse, he didn't need to lose his life to it.

Soft whisps of darkness inked from him, like so much smoke drifting, concentrated he could open various sizes. When he had first begun he had quickly learned to be able to use them to walk through walls, then he found he could throw literally anything into them and shut it away. He could not recall finding anything once he had done that.

They were useful when needing to get rid of problems, he also found if he set an item in it and shut it on said item he could literally cut it in half. This included any material, various metals, concrete– even flesh and bones.

The Void. He showed no emotion. Expression always one of boredom. With eyes that gave no color except of the inky darkness that came with death. No kindness behind them. None knew where he came from either. 

He tilted his head to the side, leaned forwards and reached out, long sure gloved fingers slipping over a dark bruise, green and yellow accentuated the spot and he frowned. The Red Knight lay stretched out before him utterly defenseless. 

The Red Knight. 

He huffed as he took in the damage. Black tactical pants were intact save for a long cut along the right thigh, tight black undershirt had seen better days. The black leather jacket with red accents he usually wore was of no use, beyond repair. 

Olivander had it tossed, along with the tattered gloves and mask. He watched as his medic and his team came in and set to work, cleaning the Knight up; stitching and bandaging cuts, binding the man's ribs. "He'll need to be careful, surprised he didn't puncture a lung…"

"Mm" he cocked his head, looking over the arsenal that had been set to the side. He toyed with the metal hilt of the sword, it had taken him seconds to figure the weapon out, and truly he loved it, delighted in it. If one had the ability to bring the blade to life it came out, he had been surprised to find the black blade pleasing to look upon and wondered why he had never seen it before during his fights with the man. Was it new? The one the Knight usually toted around was white, perhaps he had added to his weaponry? 

Black eyes slid back to the face of his enemy. Enemy. 

It seemed like forever since their paths had crossed. It had been the Red Knight that had given him his first wound since he had started, the cocky grin that had slid on his face when he had fallen back in surprise had infuriated the Void. He had attacked without thinking, no one cut him, no one touched him.

And yet it had been this idiot with the boastful laughter that had him– enjoying the rigorous activity of a well fought battle.

It had been one he would seek out again. One he sought to face another day.

He turned his gaze back to the sword in hand. No need to look at the bruised jawline of the knight, no need to watch the medic apply a bandage to the large cut across his forehead. 

The medic looked at his teammate who gave him a questioning look. "We are done sir."

He nodded, watching as they cleaned up and stepped out quietly. Gaze slipping back to the body on his bed. 

What to do now?

*

Groggy. His entire body ached.

He had done it now. 

Rook gave a little grunt as he lifted a heavy arm, his body refusing to work with him as he dropped a hand to his face and immediately regretted it. He couldn't remember getting back home, but the bed under him gave way as pain rippled through him chased closely by nausea, he sat up, reaching out blindly before catching the edge of the trash bin and dragging it close, getting sick.

His ribs hurt, one or two must be broken– the memory of steel tipped boots contacting and the sound of his rib cracking as his entire body was lifted with the violent action made his head swim. There had been so many hands and feet, elbows and a metal pipe he was sure. How the fuck had he come out of that alive? A gloved hand fell on his exposed neck, a cool cloth following, Rook let out a small sigh of relief at the coolness against his overheated skin.

He jerked, again, instant regret. Still, he launched himself to his feet, something his body vehemently argued against. 

There was a chuckle as he swayed dangerously. "What did I tell you little Knight? Hmm? You've underestimated your injuries-" he chided and reached out, pausing when the man shoved him. "You're weak," he growled. 

Rook grimaced when hands shoved him back, the motion sent him onto his back into soft bedding and he scrambled back as The Void leaned over him. "Whatever you're up to–" his voice cracked, rope- he remembered rope wrapped around his throat– being dragged as he tried to catch a gasp of breath, the harsh material cutting into his skin as he choked- helpless.

The sound of a solid click made him stop, bringing him out of quick flashes of memory, the ache in his ribs made him drag in deep breaths. Black eyes stared down at him, one dark thick eyebrow raising and he realized too late what the sound was. "VOID–!" he bit out as the man pulled back, leaving him suddenly cold. Still, he pulled at the cuffs, planting his foot against the wall beside the bed to give himself more leverage. 

"Can you behave?" 

"I don't know what game you're playing-" he bit out, flinching at the sudden burst of pain in his throat, again his voice was more rasp than grit. He flinched at the prick in his shoulder focusing on the pinch, somewhat surprised to see a needle there. His body refused to work for him in seconds, giving in to the drug almost immediately, "V–" he gasped, as if it was truly a surprise that his enemy would do such a thing. Void had killed people right in front of him without a blink.

Strong gloved hands gathered him up, "I would rather not sedate you, but perhaps for a few days… seeing as you are hell bent on damaging yourself," he sighed.

Rook growled, it was short lived as his head detached and the world slipped away, even as he was tucked in under soft covers.

*

He wasn't sure how long he had been sedated, but when he woke he was alone, and there was food on the table beside him. He was no longer cuffed to the bed, but the restraints were left there, perhaps as a reminder. His ribs were bound and his eye was healing, the swelling had gone down, the throbbing had stopped or rather it had become bearable.

He was careful when he swung his feet over the edge of the bed and ignored the food and drink in favor of trying the door. It was unlocked! He swung it open and paused as a large henchman turned to face him, easily double his size. Rook took inventory of his injuries as the man stepped towards him and slammed the door shut. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck fuckfuckkk," he leaned against the door, reaching back to lock it, his head was still foggy. 

V had apparently kidnapped him. But there was no one to pay the ransom, not for him. Shit. 

"Haven't even touched the soup? I worked very hard on that for you." Rook jumped as V stepped into the room via the wall, dark inky smoke trailing behind him before the black hole disappeared. "Don't bother looking for a weapon, we've taken those from you for the time being, you'll get them back later."

"Later?! What are you playing at Void?! What is this?" He demanded, holding an arm carefully around his ribs, taking a careful step back, knowing the door stopped him. 

Black eyes blinked at him innocently, "you were apprehended in the most crude of ways, I simply leveled the playing field," he answered, shrugging nonchalantly. 

What was he supposed to make of that? This wasn't how this was supposed to go. "You're joking" he said, he saw the shift immediately, but couldn't react in time. 

A hand wrapped around his throat and he was slammed against the hard unyielding door with enough force that it knocked the wind out of him, he scrambled to wrap his hands around his foes forearm, tried to shove him off, he couldn't breathe, he bared his teeth, it was all he could do.

"Do not make a mockery of my hospitality," Void bit out, ignoring the way Knight shoved at him. "You are beyond weak at this point, all it takes is a well placed punch–"

If he couldn't breathe before, Void's fist in his gut made sure there was nothing left in his lungs. He dropped like a sack of potatoes when his enemy finally stepped away, letting him go.  

The man infuriated him. And look at what he had done now. He turned on his heel and stepped out, leaving the hero curled in on himself on the cold floor.

[coralinnii]

❋ You said what now? ❋

↳ He accidentally found out your feelings

feat: Ruggie ⭑ Chenya ⭑ Lilia ⭑ Epel

genre: fluff (uhh for the most part), humour,

note: no pronouns used with the reader, no explicit spoilers for book 7 in Lilia’s section, reader is referred as human in Lilia’s section, reader is implied to be a first year in Epel’s section, bad cat-related wording in Chenya’s section

Fun fact: while not obvious in the English translation, if you listen to Chenya’s Japanese voice lines, he likes to say “nya” at the end of his sentences.

Will I keep that fact in mind anytime Chenya pops up? Absolutely.

Also, I just started my college classes again last week (which is why I didn’t post last week). All of my classes are dense with text and quizzes so…I need to study real hard which will most likely eat up my time for writing. Good ol’ inconsistent me~

Although, I’m taking History and we focus a bit on the age of nobility and old kingdoms…so maybe some inspiration for my villain/ess!au series (or maybe not cuz history is weirder than one thinks…)

How it happened

Perhaps a little sneaky, Ruggie is someone reliable, resourceful, and fun to be around. You started to fall for him and even that sneaky side of his became endearing to you.

But bigger, financial priorities occupy the hyena beastman’s mind more than anything else. Unless he can make a madol from it or get a freebie, his interest in anything else is seemingly non-existent. It was rather easy to keep your feelings to yourself when the topic of love rarely, if ever, comes up.

So it came to a surprise to you when the shaggy-haired sophomore mentioned his coworkers at a part-time job he picked up in town.

He started ranting about how a duo at his workplace started an unlikely relationship a few days ago. According to him, the two were from two different worlds and didn’t appear to be either of their types.

“Doesn’t make any sense if you ask me” he mumbled, scratching his fluffy head by the sudden revelation at his job.

You nodded and hummed as he recounted his workday with you, but in all honesty, you didn’t share his confusion over the so-called sudden pairing. By the way Ruggie described the couple, it does sound like their personalities wouldn’t mesh well and would theoretically clash too much for anything to bloom between them.

But attraction follows no simple formula. No one can stop themselves from falling for someone. You yourself were an example.

“Love is never predictable, Ruggie.” you commented without thinking, perhaps too distracted by the cute love story of Ruggie’s coworkers or it could be that you’re drowning in the warm feelings from being so close to your crush that your mouth is running too comfortably on its own. “I mean, I never thought you were my type but I still ended up-“

You shut your mouth before you could finish but looking at the wide-eyed expression on Ruggie’s face, the effort was moot.

“You still ended up?”

…Shoot.

What happens now?

Colour him shocked. Ruggie never entertained the idea that you would like him, out of all people.

He could’ve pretended not to figure it out, or convince himself that it was a misunderstanding. But he knew when he saw your flustered embarrassment and your cute stuttering trying to come up with an excuse, there was no misunderstanding. You like him.

Ruggie has a good amount of ego and he wouldn’t downplay his boyish good looks (odds are it got him out of a few close calls), but in a school of celebrities, royalty, and guys with money coming out the wazoo? He knows when he’s outmatched.

To be honest, his brain froze for a moment at your slip up. He clutched his heart which stuttered out of beat, his ears and tail stood in attention like a meerkat. Jack was worried watching his upperclassman in such a daze while folding laundry, heck it even got Leona raising a brow over the uncharacteristic clocked out look on his shorter dormmate.

But, Ruggie is a workaholic hyena. Always planning his way to work up the ladder to earn some good madol. Even if he likes the idea of making a family of his own, romance wasn’t in his peripheral vision at the moment. Not while he’s working multiple jobs at once. He would honestly feel a little bad because he knows he’ll end up ignoring any poor soul stuck with him.

As bad as it is, he might at first think to pretend he heard nothing about your feelings. He couldn’t bring himself to make you go through that, to be in a relationship where work takes precedence over you.

But then he thought it wouldn’t be so bad…snuggling up to you during one of his rare free time. Maybe you’re the type to surprise him with lunch and he could rest on your lap while you brush his hair. Would you maybe rub his sore muscles after an arduous club training session? Having boyfriend privileges means no one can complain when he slides up to your side, keeping your attention to himself without having to share…

Screw it, he’ll figure something out. He’s a greedy hyena through and through

Shyeheehee! Better be ready for what you’re asking for. Once I’ve set my eyes on something, I’m not lettin’ it get away!

How it happened

This man is a literal magic trick, appearing and disappearing to revel in the shock of his unsuspecting audience. As elusive as he is, the times he does show up brings a shock of joy and excitement to you.

It seems that the purple-haired student has made it a habit to join the Heartslabyul’s unbirthday parties from time to time, enjoying the occasional chaos and keeping you company to your conflicted delight.

You didn’t know why but Chenya made it his mission to fluster you every chance he gets, with cheeky comments and sly touches as he leads you away from incoming mishaps such as a stray splash of paint or a flying slice of cake. You don’t know why but the cat-like menace has taken a shine to teasing you out of the blue. Sometimes he would suddenly whisper nonsensical riddles into your ear, or tap your shoulder to then poke your cheek as you turn. Small silly pranks that should annoy you but your body becomes filled with butterflies when he smiles that charming grin at you.

How maddening, you thought as you fell for another sneaky surprise from the impish beastman. Once again, Chenya appeared right behind you, smiling just over your shoulder which gave you and your friends a fright (for different reasons) to which he took pleasure in, judging from the mischievous grin on his lips.

Your shouting caught the attention of the other Heartslabyul students and recognizing the white jacket and castle emblem, their eyes boiled with competitive rage. An RSA student? On Night Raven territory?!

“Ah, looks like fun time is over. I’ll just show meowself out~” and like a mirage, Chenya’s figure disappeared as the NRC students failed to catch even a strand of his fur. Not even when he took a second longer to fade out just so he could teasingly tickle the tip of your nose with his fluffy striped tail.

The students kept on making a fuss, eager to teach the mischief maker a lesson for trespassing on rival territory. You sighed at the wasteful effort, assuming that Chenya would be smart enough to have left long ago.

“Why must my crush be such a frustrating person?” Angry hollers and Riddle’s commanding cease-and-desist orders overwhelmed your tired voice, and your soft words ended up softly carried off into the wind.

But your words caught the interest of a curious ear before it disappeared.

What happens now?

Curiouser and curiouser. He was not expecting such a confession. Though to be fair, he supposed you didn’t mean for anyone to hear it.

Chenya found joy being in your company. The shock in your bright eyes followed by your cute laugh sends a warm, giddy feeling in his heart that he just could not stop. He had a feeling he knew what these feelings could be but he was content with what he could get in the rare moments he can see you.

But now, when he realized what your cute reactions meant? That sends whole new exciting feelings within him. It’s fuzzy and warm as usual, but now also shocking and thrilling. The sneaky beastman is grinning for more than one reason now.

He won’t immediately confess back. Considering this wonderful predicament where you don’t know he knows of your affections, his playful nature compels him to milk the fun of this situation for all its worth.

If you thought his cheeky antics were bad enough, you haven’t seen his flirty side till now. Playful taps on the shoulders become sneaky grabs by the waist, and just when you think he’s gone, his signature grin would grace your vision as he fades into view, a little too close to your own face. Sometimes when he feels emboldened, Chenya would sweep you off your feet for a spontaneous walk along the sweet breeze.

When you’re finally at your wit’s end, when all his teasing and heart-fluttering gestures fills you to the point of combusting in flustered frustration, that’s when he’ll finally tell you his reciprocated feelings, perhaps while stealing a quick kiss when you least suspect it. All to see that terribly adorable look on your pretty face.

Every adventure requires a first step. I’m excited to see where we’ll go together from meow on~

How it happened

See, you thought he already knew. You swore he did. Why else would he tease you so much with his sweet compliments and flirty jokes? The mysterious senior spoke to you as though you were a naive child crushing on their older peer, which you supposed wasn’t entirely wrong.

The way he treated you with so much care and love that you wondered if he already suspected of your feelings and was being considerate to you. He listens to your rambles as though he has all the time in the world for you, compliments you on your achievements as though he’s genuinely proud of your hard work, and he jokes with you with that boyish charm of his. But the scarlet-eyed fae never pursued further with advances with you, which made you think that perhaps this was just who Lilia was, a strange but friendly man, unwilling to hurt your feelings. Were you grasping at straws and misconstruing his intentions?

With a heavy heart, you tried your best to give up your hopes but maintained a cordial bond with Lilia, not wanting to avoid the jovial fae so suddenly (well, without having to explain why anyways)

But one day, when you were walking with the smiling senior, he started talking about a souvenir shirt that Kalim had given him during their club meeting. It was a shirt patterned erratically with various colours and pictures of tiny bats littered about. It was an eccentric visual of fabric but it strangely fits the equally eccentric man.

“What are your thoughts? Would I not look absolutely adorable in this?” Lilia asked, holding the shirt in front in his uniform with a boyish smile, his fangs peeking out slightly. But you rolled your eyes as you sighed exasperated by this man’s antics.

“Don’t you think that’s unfair for you to ask me?” You looked at him with a pout, somewhat irritated at the mature fae you’re trying to get over. “Of course I’d said you would, considering how much I like you”

For a rare moment, Lilia turned wide-eyed at your words. “Pardon? Do you by chance… harbour feelings for me?”

Turns out, he didn’t know at all

What happens now?

Guess you can still surprise this old man. He had his suspicions but for all he knew that was how the youth were these days. He was fond of your shy expressions whenever he was around and he could hear the quickening of your heartbeat, but he didn’t want to assume. Perhaps you were just more on the skittish side.

In the centuries he lived, he saw love in many forms. In the recent centuries he lived, he got to experience some of those forms of love he’s seen, with the pain and joy that comes with it. To him, it couldn’t ask for more as he lives out the last few centuries he has left.

You however, were still vibrant like a freshly bloomed flower in its prime. Was that why he just couldn’t take his eyes off you? He couldn’t help but watch in admiration as you lived with almost enviable vigour. He felt pulled, entranced to be by your side for even just a moment, just to see that beautiful gleam of life (and love, he realized) in your eyes.

But Lilia felt a beat of guilt in his heart. Your life is so short in comparison to his own. You should be sharing your youth with someone as brilliant as yourself, not pining over an old soul like himself. Humans are fickle creatures but he supposed with such short lives, it’s best to be curious and experience all one can without regrets.

He would be honest with you, sharing his thoughts with you as though warning that your affections were better spent with someone that suited you better. It would be up to you to convince the stubborn fae that he was your choice, that you already decided he suited you just fine. All you’re asking from him is if he shared the same feelings as you did.

“I may have tried to get rid of my feelings before, but I’m choosing not to run away this time,” in your eyes, Lilia sees that same vibrant gleam that mesmerized him, almost breathing a new sense of life into him. “All I ask is if you feel the same way”

And he does. He’s lying to himself if he hasn't thought of a life with you where he could steal surprise kisses throughout the day, where he could bring you to soar through the night skies as he takes you to explore the world with him. He imagines a life of silliness but also a life of blissful content as he gazes at you like a beacon of light in his life, a new reason to live a bit longer.

Lilia feels ensnared by love once more, but the burning warmth in his soul is just too invigorating. He’s looking forward to this new chapter in his life, with you.

I do hope you’ve prepared yourself, my dear. Eternal love with a fae should not be taken lightly. But rest assured, I look forward to our new adventure

How it happened

You were Epel’s close friend and confidant, someone who he can share his achievements and woes with. Being so new to the college, the two of you depend on each other through thick or thin and along the way, you grew to see the lavender-haired freshman as more than just a companion.

He has a bit of a temper and is quick to the jump at times, but he was always there for you and even though he doesn’t always see eye-to-eye with them at times, he respects his seniors and takes their lessons to heart.

When he talks about how much he dislikes his height or his feminine features, you nodded along for his sake but you couldn’t tell him that you were actually in disagreement. You adore his fluffy locks that you occasionally got to touch with his permission and his light blue eyes felt like calming waves of the purest lake. Epel constantly swore to you that he’ll have his growth spurt and will even tower Leona in height, but you like how you could hold him close to you without issue.

You love all that he is, even if he’s not too keen on some parts himself

But you kept this all to yourself. You thought Epel had other priorities on his mind and you were scared that confessing would ruin the friendship you’d built with him. For now, you were content to be by his side for however long you can.

You were dead tired during a particularly harsh Flying class with Coach Vargas and you were barely conscious enough to keep your eyes open. It took everything you had to just nod along to whatever Epel was saying, something about some Savanaclaw students?

“Who they think they are, callin’ me cute like that? I outta rip off their yapper for underestimatin’ me.” You weren’t helping his point when you thought how cute his accent was as he grumbled about his day. You were falling in and out of consciousness but thought you should at least reply back to your friend…anything at all…

“I’m sorry…that happened…even though…I think…you’re really cute…”

You were already out cold to notice your friend frozen in place as you finished your drowsy comment, your head landing on his stiff shoulders.

What happens now?

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Congratulations, you broke your friend and you don’t even remember it. When you woke up, you couldn’t figure out why Epel was as bright red as his hometown’s apples. Epel couldn’t even bring it up without getting too tongue-tied, his accent sputtering out incomprehensible words.

The blue-eyed freshman was raking his brain for an explanation. You thought he was cute…really cute to be precise, but what does that mean? Did you like him? As in like-like him? Is it normal for non-countryside folk to just say something like that? But most students around here tend to mean it like an insult but you weren’t like them, you would never do that to him. So what did you mean by it??

Left without a choice, Epel thought about who he could ask about this, maybe one of his seniors. But he immediately reconsidered when he realized who his seniors were (Vil and Rook will never let this go and there’s no way Leona would entertain this conversation) and turned to the only adult he can trust, his meemaw.

In his letter, he asked his grandma what it means when someone you cherish calls you cute (not mentioning who) and after a few days of fidgeting and awkward encounters with very confused you, he finally got an answer from her.

“STOP SITTIN’ ON YOUR KEISTER TWIDDLIN’ ‘ER THUMBS! GO AND ASK, DAGNABBIT!”

And that’s how you were confronted by a flustered Epel about your cute comment one random school day. To be fair, you probably didn’t fare any better when you realized you let your thoughts slip out.

You may have confessed your attraction to him but Epel can still be the first to make the first move. Relationships and dating are all new to the petite freshman and honestly he felt a little weak in the knees, all the nerves wracking his body like his first broom ride. But the past few days, he couldn’t stop thinking about being with you, sweeping you off your feet, impressing you the only way he can, to have your eyes solely on him like he does when you’re around. Heck, he thought what it’d be like to grow old with you, holding you like no one else can as you spend day and night by each other’s side. All these thoughts and more is what spur him to take the next step.

I ain’t too great on love and romance, but I’ll work hard to show ya how much ya mean to me. I promise that!

[sofonn]

more tfgraves (maybe its a brainworm)