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Things in Zombies Re-Animated that I can't stop thinking about/just stuck out to me Idk:

Bartleby. He is very cute.

Like literally one of the best looking scenes in the entire show is the bit where he licks the sandwhich Dae gave him. The way his eyes close and his ears go back makes me so happy I love it when animals do that

Also Bartleby screaming in Something to Tok About is a really funny gag Idk-

The animals in this show are all great tbh I love that so many characters get to have weird little pets

WHEN BUCKY MET BARKY IS SUCH A SWEET EPISODE SJFNVKEMFMEMDN

Bucky somehow picking up on Dae being an introvert before anyone else does???

The Trevor Tordjman jumpscare in Something to Tok About

Shrimpossible

Bucky loving cool frogs, mostly because it's a mood

Just Bucky in general tbh

Also I really like Dae! I was kinda worried she would be annoying, because one of her defining traits is how quirky she is and that kind of character can get annoying FAST, but so far Dae's actually been really fun!

Also I think it's very funny that her VA(Kayhun Kim) was in Cocaine Bear

The Mothership not being Ru Paul anymore. A VERY understandable choice(getting Ru Paul back would be EXPENSIVE), but disappointing none the less

The fact that Bree canonically writes fanfic about A-spen and Wynter because she has a weird disconnect between them being her friends and them being her favorite band-

The fact that Wyatt and Eliza actually got together and then broke up over the course of like, 5 episodes? Which isn't a bad thing! I think their relationship was actually handled really well, which is why I'm gonna be thinking about it a lot lmao

WE'RE BRINGIN IT IS STUCK IN MY HEAD AND I CAN'T GET IT OUT H E L P

Bucky and Willa being friends. Them being friends is very important to me.

Zeddison. Just Zeddison. I love them <3

Willa and A-spen BARELY interacting in the first 11 episodes :(

Willa and Bree friendship :)

Bucky and Dae friendship :)

S p a g h e t t i W a t e r f a l l

Im glad Trevor Tordjman is ACTUALLY singing again in the show. If you don't count rapping(which I don't bcuz rapping and singing require different skill sets), he hasn't had an actual solo part in anything since like. Fired Up Competition. Which is weird cuz he's actually a pretty decent singer???

I'm also glad we get to hear Kylee Russell sing more!!! Her voice is so pretty :)

The soundtrack in general is really good

Eliza singing a love song to a vending machine

Addison and Bree's joint hallucination being the thing to prove to them they're still besties. Only real ones share hallucinations fr

Coach and the Solstice Slasher being highschool besites???

RAZZMATAZZ!!!!!!!!

Just Coach and his relationships in general tbh

The poster of Eliza in Invasion of the Bucky Snatchers. That image is going to haunt my nightmares f o r e v e r

SERIOUSLY I LITERALLY CANNOT GET WE'RE BRINGIN IT OUT OF MY HEAD IT'S TOO FUCKING CATCHY-

Also my brain has constructed a version of It's Okay where Wyatt's part is replaced with the chorus of I'm Not Okay, I Promise by MCR and that won't get out of my head either 💀

Also also every time I see the title of that song I start thinking about It's Alright by Mother Mother?

Basically everytime I think about It's Okay I get every song EXCEPT It's Okay stuck in my head. For some reason

And then We're Bringin It gets sTUCK IN MY FUCKING HEAD AGAIN SERIOUSLY IT WON'T FUCKIN L E A V E

Bucky is canon m-spec and polyamorous that one scene in A Wyatt Place confirms it I'm nOT INSANE I'M NOT-

I miss the Aceys 😔

This show has a surprsingly similar sense of humor to South Park and Smiling Friends? Like obviously it's really toned down because Re-Animated is on fucking Disney Channel, but like... idk it has the same vibes

The Blob

I wanna know when the rest of the season is coming out cuz I need moooooooore

[the-inkwell-variable]

Hi! I'm Kit, and my penname is Talia Wynters (she/they). I'm absolutely dying for people to interact with my stuff, and then I realized -- I don't have an introduction page! Let's fix that, shall we?

I write mainly horror, fantasy, and romance. I also write fluff, though I'm not very good at it - forgive me!

MY CURRENT WIPS ARE:

dauntless - - - horror novel, rated r

as a strange illness sweeps the nation, ashlee bennett finds herself quarantined in ground zero: bluegrass, kansas. can she escape the walls to untold dangers without? does she even want to?

priestess without honor - - - paranormal fantasy romance, rated pg-13

In the land of Tykra, werewolves cannot bear children. There are no female werewolves, and normal humans cannot survive the strain of carrying a pup. In desperation, the wolf clans turned to the Sisters of the Silver Thread, and a pact was made.

Astaria is a Sister reaching the end of the spell that allows her to carry pups. She hasn't been Chosen, and this will be her last Ceremony. If she isn't Chosen by the Alpha or his Beta today, she will be severed from magic forever and sent to be the Keeper of a small remote village.

Dom is the fresh Alpha of Thorny Claws, the largest pack in Tykra. He doesn't want to get married or to have pups, but the pack will evict him if he doesn't. Frustrated with his Fate, he arrives at the Sisters' castle to pick up his preselected mate, Aspen.

But Fate has other plans, and Aspen does not take kindly to being the second choice...

chosen without honor - - - mafia romance, rated pg-13

Lilly needs a job. Any job. She doesn't look back when a sketchy restaurant offers her a position as a waitress, even as it becomes increasingly clear that she's now working for the mafia. What she doesn't expect is to catch the eye of Lino, the don's son. What she expects even less is to find herself swept up in a torrid affair with him in the very restaurant that employs her. When she discovers his biggest secret, she is heartbroken. Will she turn her back on the man she loves most, or will she fight to reclaim what she has decided is hers and no other's?

the corpse and the killer - - - batman/train to busan fanfiction, rated r

𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 - 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸. 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺. 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦.

MY CURRENT OC's!

kia marie flaye - - - rambunctious, stubborn, and a damn good mechanic, kia grew up on the streets of gotham city after being orphaned by two-face. she works for both penguin and black mask, bouncing between their odd jobs and strange demands. she doesn't care about batman, just like he doesn't care about her and her people in the slums.

ashlee bennett - - - after a failed college career and an even shorter marriage, ashlee was too exhausted to care that she needed to move back to bluegrass, kansas. she lives with her sister, ana, and ana's four children, and works at the clinic, where the doctor just so happens to be her boyfriend. but things are about to go absolutely sideways as a new disease sweeps through town, taking normal with it...

kira leonore - - - the last leonin of ycaea (and damn good at hiding it thanks to granny's little charm), kira is an ice mage that grew up in the wild untamed ruins of the former, forest-overgrown country of ycaea. she spends her life tending to the few villagers that remain scattered through the forests and running from the inquisitors that hunt witches like her.

tiatha y'l'nyx - - - tiatha was sold as a child to the inquisition of the topaz star, in exchange for the order to stay out of the drow lands. gregorious, the head of the order, experimented on her, twisting her body to its limits and torturing her until her mind snapped. now she serves as his right hand, overseeing the inquisitors' duties and searching for more mages to subjugate.

xaente marlowe - - - an inquisitor of the topaz star, she is quite happy with her lot in life. she gets to hunt the scum of the earth - mages who do not submit to the order's rule - and use her own intrinsic magical powers as she pleases. what more could a girl want?

neia silverthorne - - - a lord of the rings AU elf! a thousand years ago, she and 99 other children, including her older brother, were taken in a massive raid by dol guldur. she and six others were the only survivors - and as time crept steadily on, the others died as well. a hundred years ago, she was kidnapped - err, reclaimed by the elves and has been relearning how elven society works against her will. she's very cranky about this.

amara - - - i created her for legends of avantris's once upon a witchlight but i can't bring myself to interject her in their shenanigans even for my own amusement, so here you go! she is half-tiefling, half-drow - she looks like a drow, save for a long tail and curved gray horns. as a teenager, she accidentally killed a matron's daughter and was forced to flee to the surface, where she was taken in by a certain carnival as both a secretary and a smaller act. she is quite skilled with shadows and illusions. she cannot lie with her words to save her life, but she absolutely can cook the books and spread falsehoods through writing and illusion images.

astaria - - - astaria is a witch with seemingly no magic. she fully expected to be sent away to be a keeper of a random village on the outskirts of tykra, but it seems fate had other plans. now she is keeper to a werewolf/shifter pack and the shy wife of the alpha himself. she struggles with self esteem issues thanks to her lack of magic and is terrible at hiding it.

ask me any questions! send me ask games! please scoob i'm dying

[dyemelikeasunset]

would you be able to include flag country names for the dom&mor characters lineup? ty!

(i love how diverse all your art and characters are, i wish i could read thru all about your ocs and stories like browsing through a wiki in an autism way)

THANK YOU!! In fact I can do you one better and write little blurbs for everyone! Including our leading ladies too of course Under the readmore:

Mor's side

Morgan: Jamaican American Lesbian. Mor's parents came from Jamaica but she was born in the US, where she grew up with her mom in Boston before moving to NYC. Mor went to university for a BA in Graphic Design and met most of her friends there. She works from home these days. Mor doesn't really realize she's the resident Pretty Girl in her group of friends (she has bad self esteem)

Lexi: American Nonbinary Lesbian. Lex met Mor in high school when they both played on the softball team, and they both came out to each other. They've been able to stay friends all these years cause their tastes in girls are wildly different. Lexi belongs to a different group as the rest of Mor's friends since they didn't go to the same college, but they're Mor's very annoying ride-or-die

Panos: Greek Ethiopian and Bisexual. Panos met Mor through their shared degree and has been a mentor and big brother figure for her since. They help onboard her to a lot of projects, and the two of them rely on each other professionally. He never really stops talking about his wife and daughter-- it's the price everyone has to pay, since he's so reliable and understanding and helping everyone all the time

Ryan: (Sansei) Japanese American and Gay. Out of Mor's art friends, Ryan is the one who's most practical about his job. Instead, he puts his energy into being a menace in his dating life. He loves to gossip about his and Mor's very messy love lives and is convinced Morgan is just as much of a heartbreaker as he is behind her innocent facade. She has unfortunately told Ryan all her dirty laundry so he teases her relentlessly every chance he gets

Barjis: Malay Trans and Bisexual. Barjis came to the US with their boyfriend to pursue their degree and also start their transition. They have a surprisingly cute illustration style and work with Panos and Mor often. They love to talk animated movies with Morgan, and it's one of the few things that gets them to talk a lot. Very skittish and tired all the time, and has a bit of a fear of "normies"

Elsa: Norwegian Lesbian. Elsa is Mor's unwitting rival in love because they always crush on the same girls (Ryan loves to tease her about this). Elsa is currently losing (Mor: 7, Elsa: 2) but she's not bitter, just single and sad. She's currently working in web journalism even though she wants to publish her novel. Friendly and considerate, but awkward

Dom's side

Dominique: Korean/Chinese and Asexual. Dom was born in Beijing but grew up in Seoul with her mother. She started working as a model at 16 and moved to the US alone when she was 18. She's currently coming back into the modeling world after a 2 year hiatus. She's charming and good at socializing, but she doesn't really know how to make friends, which frustrates model coworkers who want to be closer to her

Farid: Afghan French and Gay. Farid became a model in his late father's footsteps, so he's often accused of being a nepo model. He's fussy and annoyed easily, but he can never refuse helping people. One of Dom's only real friends, he's a bit like a little brother to her and relies on her a lot. He has a bad habit of dating married men and acting like it doesn't matter to him (it matters. A lot.)

Maithili: Indian Canadian and Pansexual. Maithili is breezy and easy-going, but behind her dreamy facade is a very level-headed personality. She works with Dom often for body diversity shoots, but she'd really like to do more high fashion. Very flirtatious, calls Dom and Farid her "work boyfriends" all the time

Wynter: British Trans woman. Wynter started modeling a little later than her peers. She was scouted after a big transition point, so modeling has brought her a lot of euphoria. She's one of the more mature personalities in Dom's life, and looks after her and the other models a lot. She lives with her boyfriend and is hoping he'll propose soon

Evita: Argentine American and Bisexual. Evita started as a social media influencer and has been able to make her way to the runway as a petite model. Despite their nonchalant persona, they work very hard and are very passionate about their job. Her current romance hangup is how oblivious Dominique is, and she knows she needs to move on

Inessa: Russian (and no fruity business). Inessa met Dom backstage at a Fashion Week while having a breakdown that Dom helped her through, so she's been attached like an inprinted duckling ever since. The type of straight girl who is obsessed with pretty women in a platonic way, so she really wants to get to know more about Dom's cute new girlfriend

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Chapter 9

SUMMARY: On the precipice of death Wynter does the only thing she can think to do to save herself. Something that is forbidden in her practice….to summon a demon and make a deal. The demon that answers her call ask what Wynter is offering  and in her delirious state she answers with the only thing she can think of  “Anything”.

PAIRING: Demon!Yoongi x BlackWitch OC 

GENRE: Demon AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Soulmates, Smut, Fluff, Angst, slowburn

WARNINGS: violence, gore, murder (maybe), eventual smut, panic attacks, honestly my brain has stopped but promise each chapter with have individual warnings!

WORDCOUNT: 6,689

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back from the dead! Long story short moved into my first home and IMMEDIATELY got laid off from my job.....all that to say I am now more stable and less depressed. I have been working on this story so she is not abandoned. I can't say that the updates will be consistent but I have written up to Chapter 12! That being said if anyone is interested in beta reading please let me know. I need someone to help hold me accountable for writing 😭. Anywho, love ya'll bunches XOXO!

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“Are you sure you’re feel alright?” It was what felt like the hundredth time that Namjoon had asked Wynter that same question. Rolling her eyes she continued to sweep up the non-existent dust that was on the floor. Keeping busy was not helping her from not zoning out. In Namjoon’s defense he was still unsure if the effects of the potion had really worn off and didn’t leave any lasting effects. Wynter had reassured him numerous times that morning that it had not and that she had felt perfectly fine. 

“Yes.” Her tone coming out more clipped than usual. Less because of the concerned owner and more because of her raging and unprocessed emotions swirling in her head. To say that she was confused would be an understatement. After yesterday it was like every single thought, feeling, that she had successfully locked away in a little box in a dusty corner of her head regarding Yoongi exploded, leaving nothing but chaos in it’s wake. Not helped by the fact that she woke up this morning  to him not forcefully waking her up but instead to a full course breakfast that he had made. 

She was leary about what it was for - lowkey traumatized by the time he spelled the food to make it unbearably spicy because in his words “all food could be tampered with. Even by those you trust”.  Wynter had cussed him out for that once she had downed most of the milk. So when she questioned him before taking a bite this morning he had simply stated that she deserved a break after yesterday. It made her suspicious. 

All month he had basically been missing and now suddenly he was  gently waking her up with the small of an american style breakfast. When he had time to even learned to make that type of food only confused her further. The only conclusion was that he was planning on throwing some big test her way. Either way though now with her emotions all over the place it was hard to not conflate his act of “goodwill” with something deeper. 

Gasping Wynter stopped mid-sweep. What if he heard her yesterday? She felt her body heat up from the sheer embarrassment of the mere thought that he knew that she had masturbated. Even more that she masturbated to the some of the most deprived thoughts of him. Fuck, she even said his name. Groaning hung her head in shame as she continued cleaning. In her defense it wasn’t really her fault. She was under magical influence that exacerbated her very real, very deeply hidden, feelings for said demon. 

“Are you sure-”

“If you ask me that one more time I’m going to throw this broom at your face.” Wynter huffed as Namjoon mouth opened and closed as he tried to find a response. “It honestly didn’t last but a few hours. I felt normal by the time I went to bed last night.” Did it have to do with what was probably the most powerful orgasm she had given herself? Maybe, but Namjoon didn’t need to know that. 

Reluctantly nodding, the shaman went back to counting down the cash register. Making her way over to her little workstation in the corner, Wynter went about putting up the ingredients and materials she had used that day. Smiling a bit to herself she was happy that Namjoon had enough faith in her to allow her to start fixing candles and making small charms in the shop. It took some of the stress of doing all of the spellwork off of him and allowed him to focus on doing work for their actually magical clientele. 

The smell of orange and rose filled the air as Wynter wiped the area off with some Florida water. Humming to herself she blessed the space to prepare it for use the next day. Lost in her own little world she didn’t notice that Namjoon had walked over to her, “Wyn?”

Looking up she saw that the sliver haired shaman was standing directly in front of her, shifting his weight from side to side. Pushing his round framed glasses up with a long finger her cleared his throat. “I was wondering if you were busy this Sunday?” His voice came out stable but a slight tremble gave away that her was nervous. 

Unsure of where this was going Wynter slowing down wiping the counter until she stopped. Sunday’s were usually the days that Yoongi let her rest. Consisting of them mostly lazing about with her binge watching a new drama and Yoongi begrudgingly participating, but Wynter could tell he was secretly starting to get invested in the newest one they were watching. “I should be free. Did you need me to come in and work for a bit?”

Namjoon was quick to shake his head, “No that’s not it. Jin and Taehyung are going to watch the store that day.” Wynter’s eyes narrowed in question as a quizzical look overtook her face. “What I mean is that Tae had been talking about this new art exhibit that’s just opened up over in Samcheong-dong and I wanted to see if you would be interested in checking it out. With me?” 

Tilting her head slightly Wynter really took a moment to take him in and now very clear nervous disposition. “Like a date?” She question confusion coloring her tone, because she was genuinely confused. Never in a million would she had guess that Kim Namjoon would ask her out. Racking her brain she tried to figure out of there were any signs she missed. This must be the friend the Jin and Tae were talking about last month. She thought it was going to be one of the servers at Moon not their brother. Which just begs the question of how long had Namjoon like her. 

“Uh, yeah.” He said quietly, rubbing his hands together to try and disperse some of his anxious energy. Wynter stood in front of him, rag still in hand, at a lost for words. She wanted to say no, mostly out of habit, but other than the fact that he was her boss and mentor Wynter couldn’t find a valid reason. She knew that after that last date that she would have a hard time finding someone to accept the fact that she was tied to a demon. Though, if it was Namjoon she wouldn’t have to since he already knew. Maybe her feelings that she had for Yoongi were just misplaced. 

“Yeah. I would love to go out with you Sunday.” The words felt odd coming out of her mouth, but she chalked it up to not saying yes to an organic date in years. She didn’t count the blind date with Mrs. Kwon’s son. To her amusement Namjoon body sagged with relief at her yes, a blinding smile lighting up his face - dimples on full devastating display. “Wonderful! I’ll come pick you up around four if that works?” 

Wynter couldn’t help but smile back as she agreed to the time. “I should get going, but I’ll see you tomorrow?” Namjoon nodded as he clumsily made his way back to his workshop with a dopy grin on his face, tripping over his own feet every few steps. 

Laughing Wynter walked out of the shop with a mixture of excitement and confusion about what had just happened.

Yoongi had just put the kimchi on the table when he heard the front door open and close. He was proud of himself for getting the timing right. It had took a while to get the handle on gauging Wynter’s schedule but he had it pretty down at this point. “I didn’t really feel like cooking all that much so I just made some ramen-” Yoongi’s voice trailed off as he watched as Wynter plopped down at the small dining room table with a dazed look on her face. “What’s wrong?” His eyes scanned her for any injuries and his flicked through her mind for any hint as to what could be happening. 

“Namjoon asked me out on a date,” her voice sounded far away like she was still processing what had just happened. Pulling her hair out of her scrunchy she shook out the curls, fluffing them around her head. 

Yoongi paused his assessment and fixed her with a stare, “What did you say?” 

“Yeah.” Picking up her pink chopsticks she popped a piece of kimchi into her mouth. Chewing absentmindedly. Meanwhile Yoongi felt as though his entire world just stopped working because it would just be his luck that when he decided to pursue and lean into his feelings the shaman would finally make a move. Taking a calming breath he tried to keep his even. 

“Why?” It came out  bit rougher than he intended but Wynter was so in her head she didn’t even notice. 

Taking another piece of kimchi to eat, Wynter thought for a moment. “Well, he’s a really great man honestly. I mean he’s so good at what he does. Not only in the store but also as a shaman. I know you don’t get to see him work but the things that his mind comes up with. He’s so kind and compassionate too. I mean he’s a little clumsy but who isn’t. Plus I’d have to be blind to not notice how unbelievable hot he his, I mean have you seen his thighs. Though I’ve never looked at him that way because he’s my boss and my mentor so it seemed inappropriate but it’s been so long now that I think we’ve become equals in some ways.”

Yoongi could feel his temper raising with each word that Wynter rambled in praise of Kim Namjoon. It was like she was taking a red hot blade and stabbing him in the heart over and over again. His soft face harden as he tried to keep his jealousy in check but if this was a test he was failing spectacularly. “You’re not going?”

The finality of his tone made Wynter stop mid sentence and look over to where Yoongi was leaned on the counter his arms on either side of him. She could see where his hands were flexing from gripping the countertop. “Excuse me?” She needed him to repeat what he just said because she thought she heard him say that she couldn’t go on a date. 

“You heard me the first time,” Yoongi’s tone was as dark as his face as his stared her down. 

Scoffing in disbelief she threw her chopsticks down onto the table, “I’m so sorry but I thought I made it very clear the last time I went on a date that you do not get to dictate who I get to go out with.” 

“I’m not telling you that you can’t go out,” Yoongi felt his chest constrict a little at the lie. “What I’m saying is that you can’t go out with the shaman or really any of the Kim’s for that reason.” 

Crossing her arm Wynter laughed in his face, “Be so fucking for real right now. Whatever your deal is with the Kim’s leave me out of it cause I don’t have shit to do with it.” She could not believe him right now. To have the audacity to tell her who she could and could not date. “Your afraid that the big bad shamans are going to send you packing again,” Wynter mocked in a baby voice rolling her eyes. 

He felt it as his anger took over. The cheap table broke upon impact against the wall. Scattering broken dishes and food everywhere. Yoongi grabbed a fistfull her her soft locks at the back of her head, yanking it back forcing her eyes to his now fully black ones. Tears pricked the corner of Wynter’s eyes as she stared into his cold ones. “Do not forget who you are speaking to?” Yoongi’s voice was low and calm as he spoke to her. “If you would like to fuck your way up to the top of high shaman society I won’t stop you, but remember that at the end of the day I own you. Mind, body, and soul. So if I get sent back down you get dragged along with me.” 

Yoongi couldn’t stop the words leaving his mouth even if he wanted too. The regret and guilt was instant when he felt fear seep it’s way into their bond. He was doing the one thing he never wanted to do which was make Wynter scared of him. The monster that he truly was being reflected back to him in Wynter wide eyes. Inhaling deeply he removed his hand and watched as she bounced a bit in the chair from how forceful he dropped her. Turning away he walked out. The front door slamming behind him echoed in Wynter’s ears.

Wynter could feel the tears that she was trying to hold back begin to run down her cheeks. The fear that had dissipated throughout the few months that she had known Yoongi came back full force. Suddenly Wynter felt very small and as if nothing was in her control. More importantly she came to the stark realization that whatever these feelings for the demon she was having were foolish. Yoongi’s words doing nothing but making that abundantly clear that she was nothing more than an obligation, and investment, in his eyes.

Maybe that’s why the tears weren’t stopping. Not because she was scared of him -Wynter understood that Yoongi wouldn’t hurt her, at leat not in any real way- but because she had been slammed back into reality and into her place in his life. Wiping her tears she picked up what she could and threw out what was broken. 

Smoothing down the front of her silk skirt, Wynter took one last look at herself in the mirror. The 90’s style midi skirt was a burnt orange that complemented her skin tone and paired with a white tank top style bodysuit gave the right balance for a casual day to night date. Fixing her headscarf she added an few extra bobby pins to make it more secure to support the pineapple she had threw her hair into. It was one of those days where she just wanted to cut it all off but chose to throw it up and out of her face. 

Fidgtinging for a few moments, Wynter threw her hands up in defeat. She looked fine and she knew she looked fine, she was just anxious. Surprisingly not about this date with Namjoon but about the fact that she hadn’t seen or heard from Yoongi in days. Not even for trainings or lessons, which was odd. Obviously their argument was bad, but usually he at least popped in for a quick check in. This time it felt as though his anger was masking hurt. Now that Wynter had had some time to process the events Yoongi did seem hurt by what she said. Knowing herself she knew she would feel anxious and guilty until she apologized which was why him up a disappearing was unsettling to her, because what if he didn’t come back. Sighing she looked over to where she heard a soft knock at her door. Knowing that Namjoon was there. 

Putting on her platform heels and grabbing her small crossbody bag, Wynter opened the door to a surprised Namjoon with his fist still raised mid-air. Bashfully smiling he put his hand down, as he took a quick scan of her. “I got these for you,” he held out a bouquet of wildflowers for her to take. The mix greenery and purple flowers were beautiful and made butterflies erupt in Wynters chest. 

“Thanks!” Her heels clicked across the floor as she made her way over to the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase and some water, before setting it on her coffee table. Namjoon gave a hum of acknowledgement as he looked around Wynter’s apartment. He had been there before but he this was the first time he had been back since Yoongi had “moved in”. Wynter figured it was due to the fact the neither of them could be in the same room as the other without wanting to kill each other. 

“What happened to your table?” Wynter looked up from where she was arranging the flowers to see Namjoon pointing over to the empty space where her dining room table once sat. Wynter felt her chest tighten at the fresh memory. 

“Um, training gone wrong,” her chuckle sounded force even to her own ears. She felt bad for lying to Namjoon but if she told him what actually happened then they rest of the day would be ruined, and Wynter was determined to give this date a fair chance. He seemed to accept that answer as they left the apartment. The way over was filled with talk about the art exhibit they were going too. Wynter didn’t really contribute much content to let Namjoon lead the conversation. The way his eyes would light up with each new piece of information he remembered about the artists that were featured made Wynter’s heart swell with fondness. 

Apparently it was supposed to be a multimedia exhibit that brought together modern and classic artists pieces and allowed visual and audio artist to bring the pieces to life. Namjoon explained it better than Wynter ever could but she understood the gist of it. Knowing that anything she didn't understand Namjoon would happily explain. 

After securing their tickets, where Namjoon insisted on paying, they entered the first spaces. To say that that it was a interactive experience would be an understatement. It was as if Wynter walked right into the art itself. Somehow immersing the spectator and making them the subject. Stepping into the first exhibit it was like they were transported to the Korean countryside. The soft dirt path through the room lead them through a field of grass next to a small country home during what looked to be early morning. Wynter wasn’t sure that it was made to scale but it felt as though it was. She could even smell the smoke coming from the chimney and here the water from the stream the path followed. 

Looking to her right she was surprised to find that there was an actual stream with small fish swimming through them. Gasping she tugged on the sleeve of Namjoon’s cardigan as she made her way over to take a closer look at the fishes. “We have to stay on the path!” Namjoon whispered at her. 

“I don’t think so. Aren’t there usually signs that say that,” Wynter countered, “Plus the lady of front said that the exhibit is meant to be explored to its fullest extent.” Looking back up at him with her eyes wide, they had a mini stare off which just resulted in Namjoon sighing and letting himself be dragged over to look at the small fishes swim. Every room that they went through was like the first one, transporting them to different times and places. Wynter let Namjoon explain what painting each room was because he was actually paying attention to the small plaques on the wall, while Wynter was basically running headlong into what awaited them in the next room. 

By the time they got to the last room Wynter felt as though they had lived so many different lives. She couldn’t remember when was the last time she had such a fun time on a date. Their hands were tightly intertwined as they walked into the last room. Both, Namjoon and Wynter, stopped at how beautifully breathtaking the space was as a sea of purple greeted them. Wynter didn’t need Namjoon to explain what painting this was, the smell of wild irises filled the air as the abstract field waved in the late afternoon breeze. She didn’t know how the had managed to pull off an entire field of flowers exactly in Van Gogh’s iconic style with just lights, holograms, and pieces of  soft fabric but they did. 

They took their time walking through knowing that this was the last room, wanting to soak in the experience and tranquility that the room brought. “I wish they were real. Irises are my favorite,” Wynter said quietly as they meandered. 

Namjoon looked over to see Wynter staring longingly at one of the faux purple flowers swaying. Feeling Namjoon bend down next to her, she turned to see him gently grab the fabric stalk of one of flowers. The air around them seem to charge as Namjoon plucked it from it’s spot transforming it into a real iris, the bright yellow petals a complimentary contrast to its purple and blue counterparts. “Have you ever seen a Korean iris before?” Eyes wide Wynter shook her head as she accepted the flower from the handsome shaman. “Well now you have,” his smile wide and his dimples deep as he turned his gaze shyly to the ground as they made their way out of the room. 

The restaurant that Namjoon took her to wasn’t far from the art exhibit. It was a small Italian bistro with intimate seating and low lighting. Wynter looked over to where the sun had began to set through the window, as she listened to Namjoon order them a bottle of wine. Her fingers lightly tapped the menu as she tried to find something to eat, before finally settling on eggplant parm. There conversation flowed easily as they went through a full breakdown of the art exhibit going over their favorite parts and what painting they wished were included. 

Wynter loved watching Namjoon talk about art. His passion for the subject taking her by surprise the first time the had met. It was through him, and Taehyung, that she had grown an appreciation for art at all. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Namjoon spoke in between bites, “To be honest, I’ve been nervous all week so to hear that you’re enjoying yourself is a relief.”

“I always enjoy myself when I’m with you, Joon.” Wynter giggled as she took a sip of her wine. While not a lie, she was enjoying herself, she realized that something felt off. The entire time through the exhibits and throughout the majority of dinner it was like she was going through the motions. Understanding that this was a wonderful date, damn near perfect, but knowing that she still wasn’t satisfied. A weird form of double think as she casually conversed with the man in front of her, yet thought only of if a certain someone would enjoy the meal in front of her. Wondering if a certain someone would have enjoyed the art, particularly the Joseon royal courtyard overflowing with peonies, Korean red pines and crepe myrtles. Wynter wondered if that was what his courtyard looked like. 

No matter how much of her full attention she wanted to give to Namjoon, she couldn’t help the fact that her mind kept wondering back to the dark haired demon who she was currently missing. Still, she smiled and bickered with Namjoon over who would pay, eventually letting him win. Wynter kept up the light flirting and conversation as they made their way back over to their neighborhood. 

Yellow iris still gripped in her hand, Wynter and Namjoon stopped in front of her apartment door. Him being enough of a gentleman to walk her up the steps to make sure she made it home in one piece. “I’ll respell this tomorrow at the shop,” Namjoon reached out and touched the selenite that rested against her chest. They both stood for a moment as they both tried to find a non-awkward way to end the date. Namjoon’s gaze dropping to her full lips.

Clearing her throat, “I’ll see you tomorrow than?”

The sound of her voice seemed to have startled Namjoon, causing his eyes to snap up to meet hers from where they rested on her lips. “Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Taking the hint he took a step back giving Wynter enough room to unlock her door and enter her apartment. After turning to say one last bye she watched as the tall man walked down the hall towards the elevator before closing her door. Slouching against the door she took what she felt like was the first relaxing breath. 

Wynter felt like absolute shit because that was her ideal date with someone she put in the friend box because she didn’t think he’d even look at her twice. Yet, she was too busy worrying about if Yoongi was still mad at her and if he would enjoy a date like that. Internally cussing herself out she took off her heels and put her stuff up. Taking the lone yellow iris she laid it on the edge of the counter next to where the vase of flowers reasted. 

The real problem was that during her almost four hour date with Namjoon she came to the annoying conclusion that she really fucking liked Yoongi. She had made the promise to herself to not let him take her heart too but here she was serving it up to him on a platter so that he can incinerate and then piss on it. Though there were moments where she was sure she saw an odd gleam in his eye or a caught him staring at her. Pushing all of that to the side he made clear that she was nothing more than an investment to him. Wynter had known him just long enough to notice that when backed into a corner he lashes out, so how sure could she really be of that train of thought. 

Groaning Wynter leaned against the back of her couch looking out into the Seoul night skyline. Hypothetically speaking even if he does reciprocate her mix of feelings, then what? They ride off happily into the sunset? That seemed like a load of bullshit even to Wynter but realistically they were from two different worlds that were constantly fighting with each other. There was no way that whatever relationship that they had would end well. The question that swirled around Wynter’s head was if it was worth it. Her mind reminded her of all the possible ways it wouldn’t work and ended up with one or both of them dead. Her heart screamed at her that none of that mattered as long as they faced it together. 

Slowly she closed her eyes and took in a deep breathe sighing it out. Her momma had always told her to follow her intuition. To follow the path her soul lead her, and it was leading her down this clearly doomed path. Only real way to begin down this path was to talk to him. Rolling her eyes she went and opened a cabinet grabbing two whiskey glasses and the bottle of Yoongi’s favorite whiskey. After pouring both glasses she mumbled under her breath, “I hope this fucking works.” Looking up towards the ceiling she shook her head before calling out. “Yoongi!” After a moment of silence she tried again, “Yoongi, I have your favorite whiskey. Poured it just the way you like it.” Her saccharine voice still not enough to get the demon to answer. Switching tactics, “Yoongi, I know you can hear me. Stop ignoring me. Get up here right now and talk to me like a fucking adult instead of hiding.”

Minutes seemed to tick by as she waited for the pale demon to show up. Head hung low she closed her eyes in defeat. He wasn’t going to come. Yoongi had abandoned her. She could feel the tell tell sting of tears starting behind her eyes. Grabbing her glass she knocked the spirit back letting the burn of it coating her throat banaish the tears away. “It’s not polite to drink the offering before the person the offering is for.” Wynter almost broke her neck to see where Yoongi stood next to her. 

Apologizing was the first on her list of things to do but seeing him in front of her after so long made her brain short circuit. Much like when the first met he stood leaned against he kitchen counter, an oversized black shirt draped over his frame, with a pair a ripped jeans to tie the whole look together. His shaggy hair was parted down the middle and looked as though he had been running his hands through it. It was the only thing that betrayed his nerves, that and the fact that he kept rubbing the bottom of his scar. 

Taking a sip of his whiskey, Yoongi stood there and watched with light amusement as Wynter tried to find her words. “Gongjunim, did you need something?” His tone playful as Wynter just gazed up at him before putting her glass down on the table. 

“Where the hell have you been?” She seethed. Wynter didn’t think she was that annoyed at him just up and leaving but she apparently was. “I have been worried sick about you. I-”

“I’m a big demon. I can take care of myself.” The interrupted doing nothing irritating her further. 

“I know you’re a ‘big demon’ but you don’t get to just disappear when we get into an argument. You get to sit there like the ‘big demon’ that you are until a resolution has reached.” Wynter’s determined gaze flickered back and forth between the demons wide eyes. Yoongi wasn’t used to people yelling at him, let alone someone who when he last saw them were terrified. Opening his mouth to respond he was swiftly cut off, “We also don’t just get to disappear without a single word or check in either! Understood?” Yoongi gave a stilted nod unsure if speaking was the best route to go. The only other person that ever reprimanded him so thoroughly was his master teacher growing up. 

This was not the way the Wynter saw this apology going but it just tumbled out of her mouth. “Now,” pouring herself another glass, Wynter took a sip before continuing. “I wanted to apologize for what I said to you. It was mean and it was hurtful. You didn’t deserve it and for that I’m sorry.” She hoped the her level gaze conveyed her sincerity. It seemed as though, after searching her gaze for any hint of trickery, Yoongi accepted her apology with a nod and a hum. 

They both silently finished there drink unsure of how to move forward. Yoongi knew he should apologize but the concept of guilt, remorse, and regret were still taking some getting use to. Clearing his throat he glanced over to where Wynter stood next to him. Seemingly dressed up like she went out. A knot formed in his chest at the recognition that she had her date today. Contrary to what she thought Yoongi was still checking in on her and making sure she was doing okay.

“So, uh, how was your date with the shaman,” Yoongi cringed at how he stammered.

Chuckling Wynter brought her glass up to her lips and took a sip, “Well, it was perfect. Namjoon was perfect.” The knot seemed to tighten in his chest at her low mumble. Knowing that he would never be described as perfect. “But.” The word lingered in the air between them as Wynter tried to find the words to explain. 

“But?” 

“I don’t think he’s perfect for me.” Wynter admitted. Yoongi made sure to hide his shock, and satisfaction, behind a neutral look. Turning herself to look into the demons face her eyes seemed to sparkle, “Just didn’t feel right you know?” A light smile graced her lips as she looked up to him, neither of them realizing just how close that they were to each other. Their bodies gravitating towards the other without their knowledge. 

“I see,” Yoongi rotated his body to set his glass behind him on the counter, needing to take a moment to compose himself without her bewitching him. The muted thud of the glass hitting the counter was the only other sound in the apartment. Looking a bit further down the counter he saw a splash of yellow. The Korean iris laid peacefully unaware of the melancholy that was raising in his heart. Slowly, hesitantly, he reached over gently picking it up - admiring it. “Where did you get this?”

Wynter  barely heard his whisper, but when he brought the flower around to show her she smiled and gave a light laugh. “Oh, one of the art exhibits we saw was a room that was a field of faux iris based on a Van Gogh painting. They were all purple and blue irises though, but when I told Namjoon that irises were my favorite-”

“Irises are you favorite?” Yoongi’s soft interruption brought Wynter’s sight from the yellow flower and up to the demons soft features where she could see a sadness lurking. 

“Yeah,” she said just as softly. “They’re my favorite. He used his magic to transform one of the fake purple irises into a Korean irises. I had never seem one before so imagine my surprise when I saw that it was yellow.” 

Wynter’s giddy excitement at the discovery seized Yoongi’s heart. Memories of a past that he longed to forget came forward. A field of bloodsoaked yellow irises burning as he tried to erase every human part of him. Wynter’s face scrunched in concern at the film of unshed tears the showed up in Yoongi’s dark eyes. Gently placing her hand on his wrist she tried to pull him out of whatever memory he was getting stuck in. “Are you okay?” She knew it was a stupid question but she didn’t know how to really comfort a demon. They weren’t suppose to have emotions like this. 

Taking in a shaky breath, Yoongi pulled away from Wynter wiping the moisture out of his eye. “Yeah,” he croaked. “I just haven’t seen one of these in a long time.” Quickly he created a small vase made of white porcelain covered in images of irises done in the distinct style his kingdom was known for. Placing the lone flower in it’s new home perfectly made for it. “A beautiful flower deserves a beautiful place to be admired.”

Wynter felt herself hold her breath at the soft look Yoongi had as he admired his work. She wondered if in the moment if this was the real Yoongi. The romantic ideals of a young prince not yet jaded and corrupted by the power that comes with being king. His feline eyes pinned her in place, caught in her staring. They stood like that, gazes locked,  admiring each other in the soft light of the kitchen. Feeling the start of something blooming in her chest, Wynter’s sharp intake of breath broke the two out of their moment in time. 

Yoongi watched as she rubbed the space of her heart as if trying to soothe the feeling away. He knew it was their bond snapping fully into place for her. Knew that it would only be a matter of time before Wynter begin feeling what he had been. “You should get some sleep.” Picking up the glasses he went and started washing them. Leaving Wynter standing there still rooted in her spot. “I promise I’m not leaving this time.”

Nodding, Wynter walked off to get ready for bed. When he heard the bathroom door click shut, Yoongi allowed himself to relax his body. He didn’t even realize how tense he was until he had came back into her presence. His time away was spent trying to instill trust with the head of prominent factions that he needed on his side, so that they had a fair chance to win against Jungsoo. It wasn’t just that, it was trying to make sure that they also wouldn’t betray him once Jungsoo was taken care of. The power vacuum that was going to happen needed to be filled quickly and that meant promising positions that allowed them to feel in control. 

On top of that, he could feel himself getting closer than ever on breaking down what this curse affect Wynter was, as well as locating Jiyeon. Yoongi needed help though. The squirmishes up top had attracted the attention of small shamans clans looking to gain power. It needed to be nipped in the bud. The padding of Wynter’s feet across the wooden floor pulled Yoongi’s focus. 

Wynter watched as the demon walked around tidying up the apartment as she settled into her bed. When she had walked out and saw that he was still there, she was pleasantly surprised. Once he deemed the place clean enough he shuffled into his side of the bed. They both knew that she didn’t need the comfort anymore but at this point it was a habit neither of them were willing to give up. It felt nice to have a warm body next to her, as she drifted off to sleep.

Yoongi waited as Wynter’s body slowly relax, signaling him to him that she was asleep. He kept is gaze trained on the white ceiling as he racked his brain with what to do next now that he knew that the threat of the shaman was no longer warranted. Now really the only thing in his way was the many ways that he could fuck this up and in turn fuck his beautiful soulmate up. Even without all of the outside forces - the curse, the rebellion, the obvious problem with a witch and demon pairing - Yoongi was most afraid of handling Wynter. He didn’t know how to love. He had crushed that feeling, along with his heart, long ago. He was a monster and he saw that reflected in her eyes. The universe wouldn’t have gifted him Wynter if it knew he would ruin it. 

Shifting Yoongi placed on arm behind his head as he got comfortable. “Wynter,” Yoongi whispered. When he got know response he tried a few more times, even peeking over to see the rhythmic raise and fall of her shoulder. He was glad he was faced away from him on her side. It gave him courage for what he was about to do next. 

“Wynter, I wish this was something that I could tell you while you were awake, but I’m a coward. I’ve been hiding something from you, not really knowing how to tell you. So I hope you don’t mind me practicing while you sleep.” Yoongi felt stupid but if he got the thought out of his head and into the air he knew he would be able to focus on his other responsibilities. “I,” swallowing down the lump in his throat he gathered the courage to trek on, “We are soulmates. I know that if I told you that you’d laugh in my face. Hell I would have laughed in my face to but it’s true. I feel the soul bond we have with each other, which is unbelievable since I have no soul.” 

Yoongi’s quiet  laugh sounded jaded even to his own ears. “But I feel it. Reforming. It’s reforming because it calls out to yours. I wish I had more information or research, but it’s rare. I know you would never choose me. The thought of me as a soulmate should disgust you. I’m a monster.” He didn’t even bother to wipe the tear the slid down his face and onto the pillow below him. “I’m a monster but I would do anything to change that for you. To be better for you. I feel deep in my soul, in my being, that I love you. Fuck, that’s weird to say.” His face broke out with a gummy smile at the relief of finally saying those words out loud, even if sadness of never being able to say the to you cause the tears to keep falling. “I love you. I know that in our deal you promised anything, but I’m afraid that it is me who must live with the reality that it is I who will give you everything.”

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A Swallow's Symphony In Spring (2/19)

Chapter 2 - And Listen to the Wind

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Warnings: A nightmare, A small amount of violence in said nightmare.

Word Count: 2551

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Finally, as night began to approach on that first day of Roman’s new torture, Roman finally got a moment of peace. A deep sigh of relief had escaped him when Wynter hadn’t followed him into his bedchambers. At least he’d have that tiny bit of privacy, even if his new guard would be staying in the room just next door. He sighed as he sat down at his desk to write. 

He couldn’t relax, not whilst he knew that someone was staying in that room, the room adjoined to his own by a heavy door that had been closed for the last six years. That room used to be a space he and his brother used back before… everything. It was bothering him that someone else was in there now, listening to his every movement to report back to his mother so that she could punish him for behaving improperly whilst sleeping. It was unfair, he couldn’t control what happened to him whilst he slept.

Taking deep breaths, Roman placed his quill back in the pot, grabbing a cloth to clean up the puddle of ink that had leaked there whilst he’d been thinking. He’d wanted to write an entry to his journal, but he couldn’t even do that without overthinking everything. What would he do now? He was sure this whole situation would tear him apart if he went on like this. 

The next week consisted of Roman trying a multitude of different things to make this horrible situation even just slightly easier to cope with. For the first few days he’d simply attempted to pretend that Wynter didn’t exist. The feeling that he was being watched constantly was difficult for him to deal with, not to mention incredibly hard to shake off, but he’d tried anyway. By the weekend he’d given up on that tactic, it wasn’t working - he was actually pretty sure that it was making it worse. Trying to pretend Wynter wasn’t there had resulted in Roman being startled by him a few times, and that wasn’t proper or ideal. 

After that, he’d switched to avoiding his guard. He'd run from him, ducking into servants' passageways and taking confusing back corridors that Roman knew like the back of his hand to lose him. All of the time he had free he spent inside his room in an attempt to actually be able to get anything done at all. He couldn’t draw or write feeling like someone was looking over his shoulder with every stroke, after all, he’d tried already. All of his time spent in training involved trying to fight out all the frustration and fear and anger that came with this whole situation whilst Virgil wasn’t around to watch him do it. 

The next weekend came along and Roman was exhausted. He’d already been warned twice by his mother about how running away from his guard was childish and unacceptable with a threat of consequences should he continue. Trapped, that’s what he was, even more so than before. He’d thought not being able to leave the castle walls was bad, but compared to this? What he’d had before felt like a blessing. 

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Blood, there was blood, splattered across the floor, the white fur rug stained a dark crimson. 

Laying there, his brother. It was so dark, but he could still see every gory detail. His twin, lying there, bleeding, crying out, the walls warping, hands reaching out to steal him away. Roman screamed, trying to break the bonds holding him in place. Let me go, he tried to yell. 

He was crying, hot tears splattered on the flagstone floor as bloody trails were left in his brother’s place, they took him - they took him - Roman had to - he couldn’t move, there was nothing he could do.

Something shook him awake.

Roman shot up from his bed, earning a muffled huff of surprise from the person who had woken him. Tears streamed down his face, he could feel them, sticky and hot on his cheeks, the room was dark, it was still night - why was he awake? He’d been dreaming, but what he’d dreamt was already slipping away from his mind. Remus, it was Remus, again, another one of those nightmares. Of course it was.

“Your Highness?” Said a voice to his left. Roman startled, whipping around to face the intruder to his chambers with his hands up, ready to attack if he needed to - but the intruder took a step back and only then did he realise it was Wynter, his guard, holding a tiny flickering candle. Immediately, Roman pulled himself together, gathering every ounce of strength he possibly had. It was probably too late, Wynter knew he’d had a nightmare. Roman was sure of that. Now he’d be reported to his parents and interrogated for that too. He couldn’t let his guard see any more vulnerabilities on top of that. 

“Wynter!” Roman snapped instead, he saw his guard jolt in surprise, “Whatever were you doing in my chambers whilst I was sleeping-? That's horribly inappropriate.”

“You screamed, Your Highness,” Wynter answered after a moment's hesitation. Roman frowned - he what? “So I came in to ensure you were not being brutally murdered - instead I found you were having a nightmare.”

“I- I don’t scream when I have nightmares,” Roman said, his stern but delicate facade already beginning to crumble in the face of a reasonable answer, but he’d never screamed when he’d had nightmares before - surely someone would have woken him up, or at least told him about it? “I never have.”

Wynter simply shrugged, “Well whatever that was you were definitely screaming, maybe it was a one-off, but - whatever, it doesn’t matter, just- you’re not being stabbed, so it’s fine.”

The room fell silent after that. Wynter didn’t seem to feel like taking the initiative and leaving Roman alone, so he simply fidgeted with the corner of his blanket until the silence felt like it was burning his shoulders with its weight and he had to speak up, “You have to tell them about this, right? The Queen and King?”

Sure, the idea of his parents knowing about his nightmares terrified Roman more than some of the better nightmares themselves did. Sure, admitting that weakness to Wynter even non-verbally made him feel like he’d been punched in the stomach, but he couldn’t think of a single other thing to say to him in that moment. So that was it.

“Well…” Wynter said, after thinking for too long for someone with basic, strict orders to have to think about a question like that, “Technically I’m supposed to, but- hm, However- as your personal guard, my duty is to you first and foremost above any other, even the Queen’s, you are able to command me not to.”

Shocked, Roman stared at this guard for a moment - he was willing to disobey the Queen? He was technically allowed to disobey the Queen if Roman gave him an order? He didn’t think his parents would overlook something like that, but if they had… what did this mean? What if it was a trick? Was he lying to get Roman into a false sense of security just to tear the rug from under his feet later? But…. Why would he do that? No-one was around for him to prove himself to.

“It’s in the knight's oath,” Wynter spoke up again when he’d stayed silent, his voice quiet but echoing around the space - Roman startled at it again, he hated that Wynter could do that - he was so quiet it was like he didn’t exist if Roman wasn’t looking at him, “You can read it for yourself if you don’t trust me.”

At that moment, Roman wondered exactly how well Wynter could read him. Moments passed in more silence as Roman looked at his guard, trying to figure out what his expression meant. Was he supposed to see something there? Something that would let him know how Wynter was feeling? What else had Wynter figured out about Roman without him realising, while Roman could barely figure out a thing about him.

With that reassurance, though, he made the decision to trust him. Surely he wouldn’t have referenced the oath if he was really lying about it. “Alright,” he says softly. His gaze fell back to his hands, which had been worrying a frayed edge on the blanket this whole time. He’d made it worse - they’d probably take the blanket to repair it when the maids who cleaned his room found it - but he liked this blanket the way it was. “Don’t tell them - please.”

He wasn’t sure why he’d added the please. His parents would scold him if they heard, telling him how manners were to be reserved for those who could afford them. Wynter was offering him such a huge service, though, so he felt he’d earned it. He hoped it wouldn’t be considered rude to say such things to someone like him - but it seemed to have done the opposite. Roman thought he might have seen a small smile on Wynter’s face for the first time since they’d met. 

So, he’d have to say that more, then. Asking nicely rather than ordering him around seemed like a much nicer way to go about things anyway. 

While Roman had some trouble reading Wynter’s expression, he could tell now that he seemed to be having some kind of realisation. What was he thinking? Roman probably would never know, but he couldn’t fathom what it might be. 

“I won’t tell them,” Wynter settled on eventually, practically dragging a sigh of relief from Roman as he sat back, trying to let go of the writhing ball of panic in his chest.

“Do you swear?” Roman asked, looking back up at him, feeling almost like a child as he did.

“I promise,” Wynter said, indulging him anyway and meeting his eyes as he said it. Roman wasn’t sure he’d done that much either since he’d gotten here. He finally felt the remainder of the panic in him fade away, leaving him feeling exhausted, the kind of bone-tiredness that only came from letting his emotions show after trying so hard to hide them. 

Taking a deep breath, Roman looks away from Wynter, “Perhaps I should have warned you sooner - I have frequent night terrors, you don’t need to wake me up.”

“Alright-” Wynter said, fidgeting apprehensively with the tunic he was wearing. It was strange to see him out of his royal armour. There was something embroidered on the tunic, but he couldn’t quite make out the details on his clothes in the dark, “-I will still have to check on you, so apologies in advance if I do end up waking you up.”

Nodding sharply, Roman laid back down, looking away from Wynter as a way to dismiss him. He was tired, he’d need his rest for training tomorrow and he really just wanted to go back to sleep at this point. He heard the sound of a sword against stone and glanced back to see Wynter picking his up from Roman’s floor - had he dropped it? He watched him pause for a moment, looking at him, before his shoulders drooped and he walked back to his room, shutting the door quietly behind him. Once he was gone, Roman simply sighed and attempted to return to the world of sleep, all while feeling like something had shifted during that interaction. 

—-

Roman felt a little bad. 

To say even that felt like an understatement. Wynter had escorted him to his lessons that morning after he’d eaten in his room - as he’d done every other morning since he’d been here. This time, after the events of last night, he’d felt like waving him goodbye as he turned to leave back down the hallway they’d come from. It wasn’t much, just a small movement of his hand, but Wynter had stared at him in surprise for a few seconds before raising his hand back and then rushing off. Roman simply shrugged it off and went to his lesson - his tutor had chastised him for being half a minute late and he then had to sit through hours and hours of lectures about etiquette and their kingdom and their surrounding kingdoms. 

As Roman barely listened to the droning voice of his tutor, something occurred to him. 

Wynter had been nice to him last night. 

The conversation they’d had after Roman had woken up, while admittedly short, was the first time they had talked since the garden. It was the first time, too, that they’d had an interaction where Roman didn’t feel like he was being scrutinised with every move. There was something strange about Wynter, he simply couldn’t stop thinking about him. Coming to a conclusion as he stood up to leave the room with a polite nod to his tutor, Roman decided it must be because Wynter had been constantly around for the last few days, a constant presence that Roman still wasn’t used to.

As for the topic currently occupying his mind, he felt bad because he’d been so awful to him. Wynter wasn’t really the one responsible for all of this - Roman’s parents were to blame for him being here, after all. Roman doubted this job was very nice, tailing Roman all day, listening out for sounds of distress all night, he wondered when the poor guy even got time to sleep. Not to mention he was probably just as worried as Roman was about doing something wrong and earning the wrath of his parents. On top of that, too, Roman had been treating him like dirt whenever they interacted. It wasn’t fair of him to act that way.

After a long while of thinking instead of listening to his tutors, Roman had come to the conclusion that he’d be far better off befriending Wynter if he could. Hopefully it would make both their lives at least a little less miserable and maybe - if he was careful about it - he could gain a real, actual friend. He knew it was wishful thinking, to hope that Wynter would be willing to talk to him let alone befriend him without reporting him, but… He couldn’t help but think it could be worth the risk if it worked. 

—-

As he had before, Roman was soon able to fall back into his old routine of drifting through his days, mask firmly in place. A few adjustments were made of course at the same pace as his realisations came. He started knocking on Wynter’s door when he left his room, deciding it must be irritating to have to listen out for him leaving every time, he’d started paying more attention to him, too. Wynter’s feelings on the matter were still unclear. 

Another change he had made was making an active effort to be nicer to Virgil when he could. Of course, he still had to be careful, he couldn’t be too friendly where there were other staff around to report him doing so, but when he could he tried to ask for things more politely rather than barking orders, thank him when he did them, offer him small smiles when he looked back to check he was still there - that sort of thing. He thought it was going decently well. 

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OC Questionaire #2

Thank you @phoenixradiant for the tag! Hi! Sorry, I'm a little late on the response. You can tag me whenever; I just might not get to it right away!

Following my last OC Questionaire post with Rachel, Cameron, and Elaine, I will be answering this one with another set of 3 OCs from Legacy of the Fallen.

1. Have you changed much since you were a child?

Ben: "Some say I have, but I don't really think so."

Amber: snorts without amusement. "My childhood changed me. I may not have understood everything that was happening around me, but no one is the same person after seeing your home and people destroyed."

Ryan: "No, not really. I'm just a little more stressed out, but I was already an idiot who didn't know when to shut up." Shrugs.

2. What do you deserve?

Ben: "Nothing." He avoids eye contact, his fingers gripping each other uncomfortably. "That probably sounds bad, but it's all just too much. I don't deserve any of it."

Amber: "No one deserves anything, you earn everything you get. Are you asking for what I think I should have? If so, then I think that we all deserve to have a home that we can finally feel safe in. It's really not all that spectacular."

Ryan: "I deserve a medal; being alive and existing is worth the recognition of great honor. Wait- you think I'm serious? No! In lieu of a medal, I deserve that delicious sandwich you brought with you. Do you mind?"

3. Can you cook?

Ben: "Kind of; some things better than others. Rachel sometimes has me make eggs for her."

Amber: "Of course, I cook all my own meals. Call me paranoid if you want to, but I don't like other people messing with my food."

Ryan: "Depends on your definition of cooking. Sure, I can put something on a stove and cook it, but I can't guarantee that you won't end up in the medical center after eating it. The good news is that I'm a better healer than a cook, so you'll be fine afterward."

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Your questions for your OCs are:

What is your favorite/most precious object?

Who are your best friends/closest allies?

Do you have any obsessions?

What's your family like?

Do you look up to anyone in particular?

[garthcelyn]

My name is Kit, and I write under the pen name "K.D Wynter" and work on films (student ones, mainly) as "Kit Goddard". I'm 25 years old, use any pronouns (unless it's welsh, then Ef is good. Y'know. The masc one).

If you're under 16 I'm gonna ask that you don't follow me

The Eternal Carosel of Wips (I haven't finished anything in my life)

Risen - the world's worst gays go on a road trip to find a magic sword. One's dead and came back wrong, one's tired, one's on the verge of a mental break down, and Val is also there. TW warnings for murder and mild/implied incest.

The Night Society - It's 1920s London and the young maid Eleanor Walker is totally not into Eliglble Bachelor Adam Sinclair. Okay, maybe a little, but it's mostly for the cannibalism. TW warnings for cannibalism and homophobia.

Let Us Live For We Must Die - Risen spin off - Dorothy Marlowe has been murdered. It's up to her friends, the world-famous(infamous?) art thieves; The Ivory Rose, to solve the case after their charmer, Dougall, is wrongly(?) accused. TW for murder, implied cheating and found family infighting.

Dogteeth - Risen Spin Off - Local stoner swaps places with a God. Pwyll and Arawn retelling.

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(please I'm begging)

Ram's Blood - writer/director/producer/actor - surrealist horror and cannibals in the woods

Le Pop - writer - surreal? short film challenge - mistaken identity and balloons. You'll understand.

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You can send me a script to format!

You can pay me to proof read!

You can get me to do Welsh things! (mostly Welsh/English translation work, but don't think I don't see some of you fantasy writers using Welsh as a shorthand for ~mystic fantasy~, I'll even help you out so you don't end up with a "Yennefer The Witcher smoking a sewage system" situation.)

Hell, you can even send me scenes for a vibe check!

I'm first language Welsh, I've graduated First Class from a film and tv course with a specialism in screenwriting (and script supervision, so I'm Big on continuity work)

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9 people, 9 questions

Thanks for the tag @wynters-writings~ I'd tag some people but I'm sadly not really sure if I have up to 9 immediately in mind... Let's see @fracturedfable, @jezifster, @vacantgodling, @aninkwellofnectar, @ashen-crest, @drippingmoon, @raevenlywrites, @pheita, @ink-flavored, @galactic-mystics-writes

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The one I put on the tag game a bit ago. I'm in hyperfocus catch up mode mo music @_@ Favorite color

Red

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A Series of Unfortunate Events (rewatch on Netflix)

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Spicy then savory then sweet in the order. Only thing I won't touch is bitter.

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Married but polyamorous and also looking (we date separate)

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Hazbin Hotel (gods the songs on repeat)

[jplupine]

Day 12: Akon ~ Portal

Pairing: Akon x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~6.5k Date Published: October 12, 2023 WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Sub!Akon, Pervert!Akon, Light Yandere!Akon, Small Dom/Big Sub, Teasing, Portal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Praise + Degradation, Vaginal Sex, Breeding Mount, Finger Sucking, Anal Fingering [Male Receiving], Biting, Creampie, Dub/Non-Con Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. Wynter also uses terms like 'good boy', 'dirty boy', 'pervert', and 'darling' to refer to Akon. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: Wynter shows affection through food, and Akon handles his budding feelings in an unusual way.

You can also read it on AO3!

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

  "Wynter, pass me that pen, would you?" Mayuri gestured at the table in front of me, and I glanced down to pick it up. "Take this one. It's dried up." He tossed the pen he had at me before taking the one in my hand.

  "Sir, you know why I'm here."

  "So?"

  "So, I'd like you to stop pestering me."

  "I would stop 'pestering' you if you let me get a look at you." Mayuri walked away while writing on some paper pinned to a clipboard. "You seem to have some anomalies according to your physicals that I want to get a better look at."

  "You're not even supposed to have access to those records!" I raised my voice out of frustration, and Mayuri spun around to look me in the eye as he towered over me.

  "Watch your tone with me. Be glad I'm even offering rather than cutting you up while you sleep."

  "You don't scare me, Captain. So stop trying."

  "....That wasn't a threat. I am truly tempted to just slice you open and have a look inside." Mayuri tapped my nose with the end of his pen before poking me in the chest with it. "But I fear your death would interfere with the findings. I'm not yet certain if these anomalies can only be studied with you alive or not."

  "Then you're not getting those findings. I'm not stupid enough to let you anywhere near me with a scalpel." I retorted, and Mayuri began to chuckle.

  "We'll see about that." He then swiftly turned to walk away while scribbling more things down on his clipboard.

  "Asshole." I hissed under my breath.

  "Mind your words. He has better hearing than you might think." I looked to the side to see Akon tinkering with something on the table he was hunched over.

  "See if I care. I'd say it to his face if he hadn't walked away so fast." I sighed and leaned on the table with my arms crossed. "What are you working on?"

  "A portal." He answered while picking up a screwdriver. "It reads brainwaves to connect to wherever the user desires. Or at least it will." Akon stood up straight and stretched out his neck while sighing. "I'm thinking of using it to transport food so I don't have to waste time going and getting it."

  "Don't you think leaving the lab sometimes is good?"

  "Not during important projects."

  "I dunno. You're looking kinda scrawny, Akon. You should get out more and eat better food." I glanced over at the taller man and raised my eyebrows. "You don't look like you've slept much in a while either."

  "I'm fine." He waved me off, and I sighed through my nose.

  "What's this?"

  "Food." I stated after setting a brown bag down on the table. Pulling out containers, I scooted some tools to the side to make room. "I cooked it, so you better eat it."

  "....You made me food?" Akon finally looked at me with a blank expression, and I nodded.

  "Home-cooked meals are better than prepackaged and heated-up ones. I'll be back later for my containers, so don't throw them away." Patting his shoulder, I then left.

  "Wow. You really did eat it all." My eyebrows rose at the empty, cleaned-out containers stacked in a neat pile.

  "You told me to."

  "Aw. You really are a good boy, aren't you?" I smiled while teasing him, but he fumbled and dropped the tools in his hands. Akon managed to catch them before they fell to the floor after rolling off the table. His eyes were wide and his knuckles were white from how hard he was holding the tools.

  "I, uh, I am an adult."

  "I know."

  "I'm not a boy. Let alone a good one."

  "Akon, I was just teasing you."

  "Oh." He seemed to relax and turned away from me to focus on the tech he was building. He glanced at me from the corner of his eye for a split second, then made it clear that he wanted me gone without even saying another word.

  Taking the containers with me, I couldn't help but smirk while thinking about how severely he had reacted to something so small.

  "My patience is wearing thin, Captain!" I shouted while storming through the lab. "Don't you ever try going over my head again! No one can give you permission but me, and I sure as shit won't!"

  "If you agree, I can make it as painless as possible." Mayuri stuck his hand through a metallic circle, and it disappeared into a swirling blue before suddenly appearing right in front of my face. He roughly grabbed my jaw and dragged me forward while forcing my mouth open.

  It wasn't hard to figure out Akon had finished building his portal if Mayuri was using it now.

  "Hm. Foul mouth and yet good oral hygiene all the same." The Captain was using the portal to get a look in my mouth while staying several yards away. "Ow!" He hollered when I bit his hand and pulled away from the portal that had been created in front of me. "Someone can't take a joke. Look! You even made me bleed, you little rat!"

  "You're more of a rat than I am!" I shouted before turning on my heel. "And I won't tell you again, Mayuri! Stay out of my files!" I heard him mock me by pitching his voice higher. The rage boiled, and I was about to start yelling again when I instead jolted with a surprised yelp.

  Spinning around with my face burning, I was going to raise Hell.

  Except, when I looked at them again, Mayuri and Akon were just shoving tools through the portal and sending them flying across the room. Neither of them were paying attention to me at all anymore.

  "This could actually have many practical uses." Mayuri held his chin before sending a screw through, and it clattered against the floor on the opposite side of the lab.

  If they were toying around with the portal by throwing things around and no one else was nearby....why had it felt as if someone pinched my ass?

  "I'll make you dessert if you do it." I said while setting new containers of food down on the table next to Akon.

  "And we both know he won't back off just because I ask him to." His eyes were glued to the computer screen as he typed away on the keyboard. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but it looked like he was putting in data based on how the numbers were grouped together.

  "Then what do you suggest? You know Mayuri better than anyone else here."

  "I suggest you agree to be a research subject."

  "Don't make me hit you. Now get to a stopping point and eat."

  "Define 'stopping point'." Akon droned, and I sighed through my nose. Taking the lid off the container in my hand, I then grabbed Akon's shoulder to force him to turn in his seat. With a spoon full of food, I shoved it into his mouth as soon as he went to vocally retaliate.

  "Eat." I raised my brows at him while his eyes narrowed. He chewed and swallowed with his arm resting on the table.

  "You're annoying."

  "Does it look like I care?"

  "No."

  "Now think. How can I get Mayuri to leave me alone without him studying me." I gestured with the spoon, and he heavily sighed.

  "Given his stubbornness and tenacity, killing him might be your only option." Akon then paused while looking to the side with his head tilted. He seemed to be thinking before he looked at me again. "Or let me do it."

  "Let you do it?"

  "Yes. He'll be jealous not being able to do the work himself, but he'll want the results more." Akon waved his hand. "I can also do it without any surgeries. Virtually painless." He then leaned forward, bringing his face closer as his dark eyes seemed to glitter.

  "Well....you certainly have more tact. But why virtually painless instead of just painless?"

  "Blood samples and the sort will come with a little prick." He seemed serious, and I couldn't believe I was actually considering it.

  "And he'll stop badgering me?"

  "He will with the research being done."

  "All right. Fine." I put another spoonful of food into his mouth. "What's your favorite dessert?" His eyes lit up, and even if he was just as knowledge-hungry as Mayuri, at least he went about it in a different way.

  "This auxiliary lab will give us more privacy. I doubted you would be comfortable enough in the main lab." Akon led me into a wide-open room filled with equipment and shelves of materials.

  "That was a correct assumption. So it's just us?"

  "Yes. You needn't worry."

  "No offense, but I know your colleagues aren't exactly known for respecting boundaries." Placing my hands on my hips, I then looked around the room again. "So what's first?"

  "External examination. I'll need you to take your uniform off."

  "All of it?"

  "Yes."

  "....Even my underwear?"

  "Yes. This is purely research, Wynter. Think of it like a more extensive physical." Akon turned on a computer with his back to me and pointed to a table a few feet away. "You can put your clothes there."

  Shifting on my feet, I took in a deep breath before loosening my sash. Pulling open my kosode and shitage, I then folded them over and placed them on the table. My sash and sword were next, followed by my hakama.

  The chill air in the room gave me goosebumps. Leaning on the table, I lifted one foot while listening to Akon type away on the computer. When I took the ties out of my hair, I heavily sighed since all that was left was my underwear.

  Glancing at Akon, I saw that he still had his back to me as he clicked on a few things. Taking the last garment off, I was left awkwardly standing there with my hands over my crotch while feeling the cold floor against my feet.

  "Before we start, do you have any scars other than the one on your mouth?" Akon spoke up.

  "Uh, yeah. Two on my chest. I had a double mastectomy."

  "Any others?"

  "That's it."

  "Good. Then this should be easy to get through." Akon finally turned around and paused while looking at me. I nervously shifted on my feet and dropped my gaze. "You have more muscle mass than I thought. Hm. Whoever did your mastectomy did a good job. Having the incisions follow the lines of the muscle tissue and with such clean cuts...." He trailed off while holding his chin and getting a closer look at my chest. "Does this hinder you in any way?"

  "No. I had no complications even during healing, so no problems."

  "I see." He stood up straight before reaching his foot under a table to pull out a stool on wheels. Akon sat down on it in front of me while sanitizing his hands. "You seem nervous."

  "Just hoping you'll be gentle with me." I chuckled, but he paused with a blank expression on his face. He then took in a deep breath and stretched his neck until I heard a few pops.

  It was hard to tell what just happened.

  He grabbed one of my wrists to bring my hand closer. Akon was surprisingly delicate as he spread out my fingers to look at them. He even checked my palm when flipping my hand over before his gaze moved up my arm.

  It was quiet in the room as he continued to get a close look at me. He briefly squeezed my bicep and shoulder before humming inquisitively. I was able to relax since he was maintaining professionalism, and I'd yet to see any sharp instruments.

  Akon had me turn around and swept my hair out of the way. His hands brushed down my back with his thumbs going along my spine.

  "You have no internal body modifications?"

  "I don't."

  "Your training and genetics seem to have gone hand in hand quite well. From what I'm seeing, your skeletal structure is nothing overtly impressive, but it does have more range than average. Reach back with both hands." Akon's hands left me as I put my arms behind me. He then grabbed my wrists and raised them with my elbows straight. "See, here is where most people will reach their limit, but you seem able to go further."

  "Being my size means I have to take advantage of what I do have and work with it." I chuckled, and Akon raised my wrists higher.

  "So you've trained to increase your flexibility?"

  "And agility." I replied as he lowered my wrists.

  "Hop up here. I'm going to look at your legs now." Akon pat the examination table, and I pulled myself up onto it. It was freezing cold against my ass. Once I got comfortable, Akon started at my feet, checking my nails and soles like he had my hands. "From the looks of it, your medical files are correct in that the noticed anomalies aren't visible externally. I'll start with blood, saliva, and epithelial cell samples to see if there's anything there."

  "And how do you plan to get the cell samples?"

  "I can just scrape your forearm." Akon walked away to gather supplies, and I was honestly relieved. Given the research department's reputation, I feared this might sour, but Akon was sticking to our agreement.

  I softly grunted while pulling my pillow closer. It was dark in the room, and I was too groggy to tell if I was still asleep or not. The moon peeking through the window near the bed did have a dreamy glow.

  I vaguely registered feeling something moving over my ass as I lay on my stomach. There was a gentle squeeze before something slowly swiped over my core. The next squeeze had my body unconsciously leaning into the touch since it felt good.

  I on some level realized it was a hand touching me, massaging my ass in a wide palm with long fingers. The hand traveled higher, hooking its fingers behind the waistband of my shorts before pulling them down. A tingle went up my spine when a few fingers traced the crease between my ass and thigh.

  The slow caresses and feather-light touches felt nice. The hand dipped lower and squeezed my inner thigh in a way that made my gut clench. Knuckles brushed against my core before pressing harder through the fabric of my underwear.

  Fingertips then traced over my labia before adding more pressure against my clit. I clenched and softly grunted as those fingers continued to stroke and gently push. Heat rushed beneath my skin and pooled between my thighs the more I was touched.

  Even if this sex dream was a bit strange, I wasn't opposed to it.

  My underwear was pulled down, exposing my ass and wet heat to the cooler air. The hand was joined by another when both grabbed my ass in a firm grip. My breath shook, feeling thumbs drift lower and sliding through the accumulated slick between my lips.

  They spread me open while exploring more. Those gentle fingertips tracing over my skin and circling my pussy kept me in a relaxed but needy state. My hips raised as I groaned into my pillow.

  One of the hands left me before two fingers pressed against my core. Given how wet I was, they slid right inside. The thumb found my clit and rubbed slow circles over it while the fingers began to pump in and out of my pussy.

  This damn dream was torture as I craved for the other hand to come back. In fact, I wished this stupid dream would give me more of whoever my mind was conjuring up.

  The fingers curled inside me, causing my spine to arch as I moaned. Whoever it was never went faster or harder, keeping a steady pace that made me squirm. Clutching my pillow, my brows knit together while my breath shook.

  The delicious torture continued, and wet sounds reached my ears with every thrust and curl into my pussy. The thumb on my clit also never stopped working, making sure that throbbing bud had attention that shot sparks of pleasure through my nerves. The slow, steady rise of building pressure just might actually release if this continued.

  "So how do they look?" I questioned while watching Akon studying the X-rays in front of him.

  "Normal enough. I'll have to go more in-depth. I have a hypothesis the anomalies are possibly related to your Zanpakuto's powers or even just hyperactive pheromones. Perhaps both."

  "Pheromones? Do I stink?" I grabbed my kosode and pulled it closer as I sniffed it.

  "According to those with more sensitive noses, you give off stronger chemosignals. I'm trying to figure out if this is just a natural occurrence or an influence of your abilities. There are also a few other things that showed up in other scans that are far outside of the normal range." Akon turned to look at me with his hairless brows furrowed. "But your bones, muscles, and other organs seem to be like any other."

  "A win for me, I'd say." Running a hand through my hair, I glanced over at the sectioned-off area hidden by curtains. "So what's back there? The curtains weren't there last time."

  "Some equipment had to be moved in here to make room in the main lab." Akon replied while entering data into the computer in front of him. A nagging feeling made me think he was lying for some reason.

  Standing up, I quietly went over to take a peak. If it really was just equipment, no harm no foul. But if it was some contraption Mayuri was planning to use on me, I'd break it before he could.

  "....Akon, I might be mistaken, but that just looks like a breeding mount." I stated with the curtain pulled back, and Akon's head whipped in my direction.

  "Which is equipment."

  "So it is a breeding mount?" I made a face, and I saw the tips of his ears turning red. "What the Hell would you guys need this for?"

  "We pride ourselves on thorough research, which happens to include the breeding habits of certain subjects."

  "So why the curtains if it's 'just equipment'?" I raised my eyebrows at him, and his gaze averted to the side.

  "Some people get....uncomfortable around such equipment. I wasn't sure if you were one of those people."

  "Thankfully, I'm not." I let go of the curtain and crossed my arms while walking back.

  "Then why did you react that way?" He looked at me again, and it was my turn to avert my gaze. Should I tell him the truth? "Wynter?"

  "Look, I don't know. Maybe you guys are a bunch of perverts or something."

  "Wha- I- We-!" Akon stumbled for words and actually looked embarrassed with wide eyes and red cheeks. "We are researchers! Scientists! N-Not perverts!"

  "Yeah, yeah. My bad. Come on. Let's go get dinner."

  "Unbelievable." Akon huffed.

  "Maybe if your entire department didn't have such a weird reputation...." I muttered, and he rolled his eyes while putting the X-rays away.

  Dragging Akon away from work to go eat had been easier than usual at least. However, he'd been quieter than normal. From the look on his face, I could only assume he was thinking about something. Probably work.

  After parting ways and going home, I was plagued by yet another dream so much like the previous few nights. The same hands gently caressing and groping tenderly, leaving me aching and throbbing.

  But this dream finally gave me more. It gave me sweet kisses to my inner thighs creeping closer and closer to my dripping heat. A broad tongue followed, lapping at my arousal with such hunger that made me shiver.

  Hands on my thighs spread my legs more before soft lips pressed against my clit with a kiss. I knew who I dreamed to be touching me this way. It was the first face that kept coming to mind even if I didn't actually see his face in these dreams. But those hands....those careful touches....and the low groan that vibrated his tongue had familiarity.

  I panted while clutching my pillow and silently begging for more. I was at the mercy of my dream that never truly gave me what I wanted, and what I wanted was all of him. To feel his entire body against mine, the warmth of his skin, and listen to him whimper my name.

  His mouth and agile fingers tried to coax as many orgasms out of me as possible before the blaring morning alarm had me waking up with a jolting start.

  Panting, I saw my bed in utter disarray as the morning sun lit my room. Heavily sighing, I groaned in frustration as my head fell back. These damn dreams kept leaving me with soaked underwear and terrible bedhead.

  Perhaps giving in to what I wanted might make the dreams stop. But there was no way trying to fuck Akon wouldn't have consequences.

  Going into the auxiliary lab late at night, I found myself unable to sleep due to the things running through my mind. I hoped talking to Akon could help clear things up and kill these things eating away at me. And since he hadn't been at home, this was the next best place to find him.

  The lab was mostly dark with some light coming from behind the curtains in the corner. I could hear music playing at a low volume with heavy bass that got louder as I got closer. As I had guessed, Akon was working late again. What project could possibly be keeping him up this time?

  "You're a sick fuck." Akon grumbled and heavily sighed. "'Pervert' is putting it lightly." My brows furrowed in confusion as I wondered what the Hell he was talking about and to whom.

  Grabbing the curtain, I slowly pulled it back to peek inside. I didn't want to interrupt if Akon was having a private conversation.

  But I only saw him casually leaning on the breeding mount while looking at a metallic device sitting on top of it. It looked like the portal he'd been working on before but with a few changes to it. Was he talking to his own invention or himself since no one else was there?

  "No. It's for research." Akon reached a hand toward the device before snatching his hand back and walking away from the mount. "If it was for fucking research, you wouldn't hide it, and you know it." His tone went harsh, and he leaned on a table littered with tools, a computer, and an ashtray with crushed butts.

  The heavy bass continued to play as he silently stood there. He then sighed and turned back around to reach out to the portal again.

  "You're an idiot and an addict." He turned on the device, seeming to have finally come to a conclusion after arguing with himself. I kept quiet hoping to figure out what the fuck was going on.

  Gone was all his previous hesitation as he put a few of his fingers through the portal. I jolted as my spine went stiff, and I covered my mouth with my other hand. My eyes went wide with utter shock as I could feel fingers rubbing between my thighs.

  My heart began to hammer in my chest as realization dawned on me, and I couldn't look away. Akon tilted his head while sighing as his fingers found my clit and began to rub slow circles. I watched as he changed his position and got closer to the end of the mount. Akon was still touching me through the portal when he grabbed the knot of his sash and loosened it.

  He was going to fuck the breeding mount while touching me.

  "Akon!" my voice made him jump as he twisted around.

  "Wynter?!" He looked shocked as his voice cracked, and he quickly backed away from the portal. "I-I-I-" He kept stepping back as his face flushed red until he ran into the table because of me advancing on him.

  "How long have you been doing this?"

  "I-I can explain-"

  "How long? Those weren't just dreams, were they?" My tone was firm as I placed my hands on the table on either side of him. He was trapped with nowhere to go.

  "Back up! Back up, back up, back up!" He sounded frantic, and I already knew why. I'd seen his erection before trapping him between me and the table.

  "No. You're gonna answer me." I took a step closer, forcing his legs to spread as he leaned one arm against the computer monitor. I could feel his dick getting harder as he looked down at me.

  "....A....A while. Please, you're too close."

  "What? Ashamed of getting caught in the act?" He turned his face away as his jaw clenched. "You owe me a big fucking apology."

  "I'm sorry."

  "You don't mean it."

  "I do."

  "Don't lie to me, Akon. I don't deserve that. Especially not after what I've done for you." I grabbed his thighs to hoist them onto my hips, causing him to make a sound of surprise as things on the table rattled. "And you're right. 'Pervert' is putting it lightly." His sash came loose with a simple tug, and I dropped it to the side.

  "What are you doing?"

  "Call it revenge. You left me to clean up your mess morning after morning. I think it's well past time I left you a mess."

  "Wait, what?" His eyes widened, and I opened the front of his uniform to expose his torso.

  "Hm. Look at what just a little bit of care does for you." Akon's skin looked smooth and unmarred, and he no longer looked as if he'd break just by touching him. It was still dark under his eyes from the lack of sleep, but I had a feeling he'd be sleeping fine when I was done with him.

  He watched as I pulled my own clothes off and didn't say a word the entire time. However, he spoke up when I grabbed his hakama to pull the garment off.

  "Wait. Shouldn't you be....mad?"

  "Akon, I've been bringing you home-cooked meals. I agreed to let you research me. I'm mad and I want to fuck you. Now get up." Grabbing his kosode that was barely hanging on his shoulders, I yanked him to his feet. "What do you think Mayuri will say if he finds out you've been using that portal to be a massive perv?"

  "That one is for personal use only. The one for the lab stays in the lab."

  "You made more than one?"

  "Several."

  "So you made a portal just to mess with me?"

  "I don't think I should answer that." Akon muttered, and I scoffed. Letting my gaze drop, I looked over his naked body with excitement flooding my veins.

  Letting him go, I went over to the portal and plucked it up from its stand. Akon tensed while watching me.

  "You know, something's been bugging me about the modifications you've made. It got me wondering...." I trailed off before slotting the portal into a bracket that held it perfectly right in front of the hole in the breeding mount. It fit too well to not be an intentional design. "You really are a dirty boy."

  "I didn't think you would notice that."

  "I notice a lot." I shrugged while leaning against the mount. "Now get over here." Akon seemed hesitant but did as told. "Mount up, stud." I pat my hand against the padded surface of the breeding mount, and Akon's blush deepened.

  "What?"

  "I didn't stutter." Our eyes were locked as we stared at each other.

  "You know where that will lead to right now."

  "I won't tell you again. Or do you need help?" I smiled while grabbing his wrists to pull him closer. Placing his hands onto the mount, I then stood behind him. With one hand on his lower back, I reached around with the other and wrapped my fingers around his dick.

  Akon took in a sharp breath before I began to stroke along the shaft a few times. He was hot and thick in my hand, making me even more eager to have him inside me.

  "Wynter...."

  "Hmm?"

  "What are you planning to do to me?"

  "Are you scared?"

  "You're making me feel as if I'm pinned beneath the paws of a predator, but I can't stop being hard. It's a very confusing mix of fear and arousal."

  "Honey, the only thing you need to fear from me is being devoured." I nipped his shoulder blade and smiled. "And you look pretty delicious." Akon's blush spread, turning the back of his neck a shade of pink.

  Guiding him forward, he tensed right in front of the portal. Keeping my hand on his lower back, I rubbed my thumb against his skin.

  "You can think of it as research. Believe me, having your cock inside me is very different from just your fingers or tongue." My voice was close to a purr as I looked down at his length in my hand. I was aching to feel him more, and he took a shaky breath before moving forward.

  The tip disappeared through the portal, and I felt it press against my core. Akon dug his nails into the mount as he could feel how wet I already was. Between his earlier touches and pinning him to the table, I was already close to just pouncing on him.

  Shifting on my feet to spread my legs a little more, I then used my own arousal to wet the head of his dick. I kissed Akon's shoulders and back as he slowly went a little further. His tip pushed inside first before inch by inch of his shaft followed.

  He was going so slow as I held his hips in both hands. Resting my forehead against his back, I bit my bottom lip while focusing on how he felt inside me. The sound he made, so soft I nearly didn't hear it, made me lose patience.

  Shoving his hips forward, he hit the mount while going balls deep. He made such a guttural sound as he hunched over and crumbled. I hummed and kissed his spine.

  "This is.... Fuck." Akon muttered as I smiled.

  "That good?"

  "It's so hot." He leaned against the mount more. "So wet....for me."

  "That's right, sweetheart. But you better get to work, though. You've got plenty of nights to make up for." My hands traveled up his back before going down his sides. He shuddered and pulled his hips back before thrusting.

  Akon's breath shook as his hands gripped onto the breeding mount. My palms ran up and down his thighs, exploring every inch of him that I could reach. His inner thighs were so soft as I raked my nails up them. He clenched and whimpered from my touch.

  My hands then went up his stomach to his chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath his ribs. I licked over his spine as he continued to thrust into the portal and in turn my pussy. His panting and muffled sounds had my clit throbbing.

  "You don't have to be so gentle, Akon. Here, let me show you how to do it." Placing my hand on his lower stomach with my fingers on either side of the base of his cock, I put my other hand on the mount. With my hips pressed against his soft ass, I thrust my pelvis forward.

  I kept his body between my hand and hips, grinding against his ass as I taught him how to fuck me. He moaned with his forehead against the mount. It was hard to keep control of myself when he looked and sounded so enticing.

  He clenched his jaw to muffle his moans and quiet grunts, and I nipped his back.

  "Open your mouth."

  "W-Wynter-"

  "I want to hear you. Tell me how good it feels, Akon."

  "Good. So good."

  "Better than your hands, huh?"

  "Yes! Fuck, yes."

  "Keep going." I cooed and grabbed his ass, making him jolt. "I said, keep going."

  "Like this?" His breath shook as he maintained the pace I showed him.

  "Just like that." I bit my bottom lip with my eyes closed in bliss. Feeling his thick cock filling me to the brim over and over again while listening to him was utterly delightful.

  Looking down at Akon, I held his hips again as my thumbs brushed over the dimples in his lower back just above his ass. The curve of his spine and how his muscles rolled beneath his skin as he squirmed was like looking upon some forbidden delicacy. I continued to grind against him and moaned.

  Leaning over, I littered more kisses over his back, and each nip made him buck. I could hear him panting curses while whimpering beneath me. It drove me wild.

  "Are you sorry now?" I questioned with my lips brushing up his spine.

  "No." Akon didn't hesitate in giving his answer this time. His horns nearly tore through the mount when he groaned.

  "I knew you were lying."

  "You feel so damn good."

  "What made you do it?" My arms wrapped around him as I leaned against his back. He didn't stop thrusting and dug his fingers into the mount's padding.

  "I wanted you....all to myself." Akon panted, and I hummed.

  "What a greedy boy you are."

  "A-And the way you taste.... I couldn't forget it."

  "Yeah? You really are an addict, huh?"

  "Y-You heard that?"

  "I did." My fingers slid up his throat to his lips. His hot breath rolled over my skin with each heavy breath. "This more than you bargained for?"

  "Unexpected. Not unwanted."

  "How far are you willing to go, little pervert?"

  "As far as you want. Make me yours. Please." Akon whined when I pushed my fingers into his mouth.

  "I'll take good care of you." I muttered before kissing his shoulder blades. My fingers pressed against his tongue as he moaned. It didn't take long for his saliva to be dripping down my knuckles and palm. It was even dripping from his chin onto the mount. "My, aren't you a drooler?" I chuckled while pulling my fingers free.

  Akon's saliva bridged between my fingertips and his bottom lip. Moaning, I lowered my wet hand between us. He nearly jumped when he felt me touch his ass with my slick fingers.

  "Shhh. Relax, darling." I cooed against his back while feeling the tension in his muscles. Rubbing my drool-soaked fingers over the puckered muscle of his asshole, Akon began to shiver. "Relax. That's it."

  I would've preferred proper lube, but his own spit would work well enough this time. Pushing one finger inside, Akon tensed again with a whimper. I didn't move any further and continued to kiss his back and shoulders to help him relax.

  He took a shaky breath, and I slowly began to pump that finger. His hips stuttered with his cock still buried in my pussy through the portal, making me smirk. Akon tilted his hips back as if seeking more, and I obliged.

  Getting in a second finger, Akon gave a broken moan and nearly fell from his knees shaking. The breeding mount kept him standing as I chuckled.

  "Oh, I'm gonna love this." Thrusting my hand, Akon nearly squealed while ramming his hips into the portal. I moaned and placed my other hand on the mount for stability. I didn't stop pumping my fingers, and Akon was turning into a mess under me with shaking legs and drool still dripping from his chin.

  He reared back while crying out my name as his hips went back and forth between the mount and my hand. I couldn't stop grinning while watching his body writhe and twitch from pleasure.

  "You're so fucking cute. Look at you. Barely even able to stand." I bit his shoulder while groaning, and his hips bucked. I knew when I'd found his prostate because he gave a broken moan as his voice cracked. He had to lean his elbows on the mount and was moaning with every thrust.

  He was getting close and losing rhythm. Curling my fingers, Akon's back arched while his voice filled my ears. Electricity danced across my skin with my eyes closed and my mouth hanging open in a moan.

  Akon's cock began to twitch as heat flooded my core and began to drip down my thighs. He groaned while giving a few more shallow thrusts that made more of his cum spill down my thighs. And, as he was deep inside me, I also hit my peak and orgasmed while groaning and biting his shoulder.

  Panting, I leaned against his back and slid my fingers out of his ass. Akon grunted, and I kissed the red bite mark. He slowly rocked his hip back to pull out while trying to catch his breath.

  As cum kept dripping down my thighs, I glanced around and spotted a sink a few yards away. Leaving Akon, I went to wash my hands and legs. When I was cleaned up, I glanced back and saw Akon collapsed on top of the breeding mount with his arms dangling over the sides and his cheek against the padding as he panted.

  Getting some paper towels, I carried them with me back to Akon. Folding one up, I used my other hand to tilt up his face and clean the drool from his chin.

  "You did so good." I cooed, and he hummed in response. Helping him get cleaned up, I then threw away the dirty paper towels. "You can have a little break, but I'm certainly not done with you." Brushing his hair back, I kissed his forehead.

  "Wynter...."

  "Hm?"

  "My knees are still weak."

  "Are they?" I chuckled and gently held his face in my hands. "You poor thing." Kissing his cheek and then the other, I paused with my nose brushing against his. "Maybe I'll ride you next time to give your legs a rest." Akon's breath shook as he glanced down at my mouth.

  Leaning in closer, I press my lips against his with my thumbs brushing over his cheeks.

  "I'd like that." He muttered.

  "Good. You've only made up for one night after all." I kissed him again, and his arms wrapped around me as he leaned into it.

[jaysen-vor-hee-hees]

Me using the word undoubtedly and, undoubtedly, feeling fancy as fuck

[noirofhyrule]

I can barely remember when I wrote this, however, it is part of the lore that I wanted to give to Wynter, a strong, solid and very positive woman despite the hard and cruel life that has been with her. Because it is something that I keep and remember that I once learned when I was young. Always be kind to everyone, even if life is not kind to you.

WARNINGS :  Angst-ish, confort, dunno i've never put warnings on my writing lol i come from Wattpad

Trauma

That night was one of the coldest and loneliest nights she had had in so long. She had even forgotten what it was like to have that feeling of a deep emptiness in her chest, which made her remember her life before joining the Task Forces. 

It was like feeling lost, without any encouragement, only anxieties and fears, past pains that had been blocked by her mind, being reminded every millisecond, where her head relieved them over and over again, not letting her sleep or even rest. 

Helpless, she grabbed her pillow and clung to it, as if her life depended on it, a way to keep herself sane and not be unleashed to panic, to give in to delusions and lose whatever consciousness she still had. 

Eventually, footsteps down the hall were heard. These were slow and heavy, which stopped in front of Wynter's door. 

Soft knocks were heard on the other side, startling the woman inside the room, keeping her alert for anything, not moving much from her bed. 

When there was no answer, the man opened the door and entered, finding Wynter in a fatal state. 

Her hair was a mess, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, her cheeks were sore and her nose was the same. The dark circles under her eyes were not small. She was tired, but she couldn't sleep. She felt exhausted, but her mind couldn't stop thinking. 

Simon, who saw her in such a deplorable state, left the cup of tea he had brought her on the bedside table and approached her, gently dropping his hand on her shoulder. Wynter had barely reacted, with a slight flinch at the physical contact of someone else. 

He lifted his mask just enough to let his lips free, to move closer and kiss her forehead. 

Maybe it wasn't like Ghost, but Simon cared for her, cared for her like Alejandro said he did, loving her and giving her his time to respond. 

"How are you feeling?" 

It was the only thing he asked, for he knew he would get no answer from her. It was a difficult moment after all, and he knew that words were never enough to make someone feel better. And he knew that perfectly well.

Gently, he sat down next to her and let the girl come to him so he could gently embrace her, it was as if he felt that any sudden movement could break her more than she already was. Like a porcelain doll. 

"It's okay, sweetheart. You're okay..." He hugged her a little tighter, holding her closer to him, to his chest, hoping that in his arms she could find some comfort while she stopped crying. 

He stroked her hair gently, noticing how brittle and unkempt it was, yet he didn't care. He fiddled with the white tresses that he thought were beautiful, even though she sometimes hated them. 

"I thought I was losing you" She finally spoke, and Simon listened to every word that came out of her mouth. Without interrupting her at any point. 

"That you had died".

He could feel her trembling and sobbing still in his arms, he could even tell she was grieving over her thoughts. 

What was it that was going through her mind that had her so upset? Only she knew. 

Still, Simon could not continue to see her like this, suffering, especially for him. It was as if a looping feeling came over him, of dying for her, but she would die for him. 

They could stay like this for as long as it took, he knew she would thank him for it. After all, Simon knew perfectly well that she needed to love someone to be her pillar to hold her up in times when she couldn't fend for herself. 

"I'm here, I came back for you". He whispered softly in her ear, in an attempt to bring her back to reality. 

"What will happen if you don't?" 

She asked back. Breaking away for a moment to look at him. Her face was still covered with tears, and her eyes looked red from crying. 

With a sigh, she nodded, however, they both knew well the risks of the job. Their life was a very high price they put on the table every day, where they didn't know if they were going to get it back. 

That's how Ghost had a very strong feeling of wanting to protect her. He needed to protect her. So he took Wynter in his arms again to be her shield, hugging her and pulling her back to him, he wanted her to feel loved in his arms. 

"I don't want to lose you, I've lost enough".

At this starting point, she had calmed down, more she just stayed in Simon's arms, after all she liked the comfort she felt in him, she felt safe. 

Simon nodded, she was opening up to him, something he always knew she had kept locked away, she was presenting it to him on the red carpet. And he was glad he could have her trust. 

"I'll always be there for you, Wynter". 

He paused briefly, leaning back on her bed. He smelled of her, a sweet, red-fruity scent. "Always". 

The fatigue was noticeable in both of them, the day had been too long for both of them. 

"You're not going to leave me?" 

Simon settled Wynter on his chest, while he removed the mask from his face, he needed some air.

 "Never". 

Convinced, he wanted to give her all the love and support she had been deprived of in her life. He knew how hard it was to experience abandonment from the people you should have counted on, and he wouldn't let anyone hurt her like that again, not if he had anything to do with it.  

"I love you". He said, "And I always will".

Wynter sobbed against his chest again; it burned to hear those words, but they were a pain that made her happy. She tightened her embrace against him as she nodded her thanks in tears, repeating it over and over again. 

Gently, Simon stroked her cheek with his thumb, wiping away the few tears that remained on her face. 

She was beautiful, seeing her face this tired was a poem, as if he was remembering something he had forgotten many years ago. 

And that feeling was down to earth, feeling lost, but hopeful. Hurt, but grateful. Lonely, but loved. 

To feel human. 

She was the love of his life and he would do everything he could to protect her and make her feel better when she was angry. He couldn't stand to see her cry, even when he did it with a smile and she laughed a little through her tears. 

"You are beautiful".

He told her with a soft voice and eyes full of love.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen".

He wanted her to know how much he appreciated her.

That made her smile, a little wryly, looking into his eyes. "Even if I'm crying? Or if I'm upset about something so stupid?" 

Simon nodded. "Even then" he said confidently. She could be in her sweatpants, her face full of tears and her shirt stained with food, and he would still think she was the most beautiful, perfect woman in the world.

He found it impossible not to adore her, because she was the most amazing thing in his world. And he wanted her to know that she was perfect just the way she was, even if she didn't believe it herself. 

He hoped that his words might reach her in her moment of insecurity, and perhaps make her see herself with more love and kindness....

Simon felt a deep satisfaction as he watched her try to wipe away her tears and calm herself. He could see the emotions running across her face, the pain, anguish and sadness. But her desire to go through them to find calm and inner peace, her determination to overcome them, was a beautiful thing to behold.

He loved watching her try to find the strength she needed to overcome her feelings of pain, sadness and grief; it showed how strong she was as a person and how much her resilience to pain and suffering meant to him. 

They don't know how long it was, or when it was that they both fell asleep, in each other's arms, not until someone had to go and wake them up. 

"Simon, Wynter. Are you awake? Price wants you to make a report on your missions-" 

Opening the door and seeing them asleep together, Soap sighed and decided to let them rest.

[annabellewynter]

Hi! I'm new to Writerblr and excited to be here.

The name I go by is Annabelle Wynter.

I am a married female in my 40s.

I have two kiddos that keep me busy and an adorable pup named Beast that loves to snuggle. Here's my buddy.

I love to read every genre! There really isn't one I don't like, it mostly just depends on my mood.

Some of my favorite books are Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Stephanie Plum novels, Court of Thorns and Roses, Bridgerton Series, Grapes of Wrath, I'm seriously all over the place.

I am the same way with television and love Schitts Creek, true crime documentaries, Sons of Anarchy, Vikings, and cheesy reality TV.

My daughters are really into WWE and I love Rhea Ripley and Becky Lynch.

I also write in several genres and currently have two WIP.

The first is a novel that's in its second draft. I'm working on additional changes and will be sharing them on this platform as well as Wattpad. It's a romantic mystery called Surving Karma.

The second WIP is a Regency Romance called Wild Lavender. I have posted the first chapter on here and Wattpad. Summaries are below the cut.

I would LOVE to read some of my fellow writerblrs, so please Tag me to check out your work.

My DMs are open and I love making friends.

Happy writing/reading!

Karma, the universe's funny little way of keeping a tally on each of us and making sure that before the end, it all evens out.

I believe in Karma. And that is why I have spent the past five years working my ass off to try to add some good juju to my scorecard. The first twenty-something years? Well, let's be honest, I have some serious marks against me; and that's just what I can remember!

My name is Collins Alexander, and I'm a recovering alcoholic.

Five years ago, I hit my bottom in a serendipitous fall from grace that landed me a month in rehab, an end to my law career and an eviction from my high rise apartment in the Chicago loop.

Now I'm trying to offset my negative balance with Karma by devoting my life to helping other addicts in a state run rehab. And things were going pretty well too, until the handsome District Attorney, Keaton Donnelly showed up with a picture of my former defendant, missing a few appendages and news that I was next.

And if that wasn't bad enough, they assigned an undercover agent to assist. His name is Derek Nowak and he's got intel on the Chicago gang scene and a smile known for dropping panties all over the Midwest. This is doing nothing to help my mind stay focused on keeping all my appendages intact.

So here I am, in my black bootie Louboutins, a final remnant of my prior life, holding a steaming cup of black coffee and running like hell.

Cause Karma is nasty bitch, and she's coming to settle a score.

Summary: Everett Greenwood never expected to be the Duke of Rorchester, that was a job for his older brother. But when sudden tragedy strikes, he finds himself thrust into a life he never wanted. Then he sees Melina delivering honey to the grand hall. The girl who lives in a shack in the woods becomes the only love his heart has ever known, but can society accept the simple woman as his choice? And will secrets from her past destroy their chance at love? Find out in Wild Lavender.

[disneyobsessedmouse]

Can you write something that's like Willa is afraid of storms or something, and Wyatt comforts her? or Just some sibling fluff

Zombies Fanfiction •-•-•-•

Willa attempted to push down the frantic feeling of panic that was bubbling under her skin.

She felt her stomach drop with each rumble of thunder that coursed through the night.

She tried taking a deep breath in through her nose, attempting to mask the appearance of any anxiousness that she might’ve been showing. What kind of an alpha would she be if she let a thunderstorm get the best of her? If she showed any sign that she was weak, her pack would feel uneasy and unsafe.

She shifted her attention to focus on the baby wolves she was currently in charge of. She had the role of watching over them so their mothers could get a nap in. It was a duty she wanted to do to help her pack and she was very proud to do it.

Another bang of thunder pierced through the already uncomfortable air causing Willa to flinch and instinctively shut her eyes out of panic.

She felt pathetic. She could hear her heartbeat ringing through her ears, she felt like her heart would burst out of her chest if she didn’t—

“Willa?” Wyatt turned to her suddenly. “You’re jumpy, are you okay?” His eyebrows laced in worry.

Willa let out a shaky exhale before regaining her posture. “It’s fine, I’m fine.” She replied putting on a façade of confidence.

Her brother stared at her in silence, observing her stature.

“Wynter!” Wyatt called out to their beloved friend.

The hyper wolf quickly came running around the corner, ready to assist Wyatt with whatever duty she was presented with. “I’m here! I’m here!” She said out of breath and rushing the syllables of her words.

“Can you watch the wolf pups for a few?” He asked in a silent plead that could only be read through his expression.

Wynter smiled reassuringly. “You betcha!” She exclaimed eagerly, quickly clamping her hand to her mouth when a few pups started to stir in their sleep. Wynter winced at the little ones’ reactions. “…Sorry!” She apologized in a whisper.

Wyatt thanked her and quickly turned towards his sister. She looked unwell. Stressed. He knew she thought she could hide it well but of course, he could always tell.

He firmly placed his hand on Willa’s arm, guiding her out of the nursery room and into one of the more private rooms of the den. He knew she had a thing against being openly vulnerable in front of the rest of the pack.

Willa reluctantly let herself be dragged along, already figuring Wyatt would start to pry about her “emotions and well-being” or whatever. That stuff was only a second thought to her! The first and only thought on her mind is always her duties as the leader and alpha of their pack.

Wyatt grabbed her shoulders sternly as the two came to a halt inside of the empty room. He forced his sister to look at him. “I know you’re lying to me, Willa. What’s going on?” He asked her again, hoping that her answer would change.

Her mouth was somehow glued shut. No matter how much she wanted to talk about her feelings she couldn’t find the strength to do it.

Her eyes drew a line to the entrance of the cave where the rain poured, attempting to signal that it was the storm that bothered her.

Wyatt drew in a harsh breath, giving her a knowing look as it suddenly clicked in his brain.

He instantly wrapped his arms around her in a comforting hug. The sentiment taking a while for Willa to actually return herself. Her arms hesitantly rested around his frame.

Her heartbeat pounded against her ribcage, slowly beginning to calm into steadiness. When another struck of lightning rung throughout the den, he only held her tighter. She shut her eyes, focusing on the scent of his freshly washed clothes.

“It’s okay to not be okay,” Wyatt whispered after a while of silence. “You know that, right?”

Willa shakily hummed in disapproval at his words, fully disagreeing. “I can’t afford to be this way I have to keep my full attention on the pack—“

“You’ve had too many responsibilities ever since mom passed away” Wyatt interrupted. “…Sometimes I wish you just…got a break.” He replied solemnly.

Wyatt had always felt like he lost a part of Willa after their mom died. He’ll never forget the day she became so closed-off. Willa refused to let anyone see her cry, even if her reason was valid. She tried building herself up out of nothing, but Wyatt always saw through her faulty brick wall every time he looked at her. He saw her hurt.

Willa remembers the day clearly. The day their mom passed due to an attack from an enemy tribe. She remembers how two of the werewolves that had accompanied her mother on the mission had returned with their heads hung low. The cold silence of the den had made the hairs on the back of her neck stick up. No one spoke right away but there was no point, she just knew what had happened. She just knew her mom was gone.

It was thunderstorming that same night. The ringing of lightning had already made Willa’s sensitive ears sting to begin with but the pain of her mom’s sudden passing worsened it. The dark pounding that the thunder had produced was forever embedded in her memories along with the empty feeling of losing a parent. Whenever it rained this heavily, Willa couldn’t help but let the thoughts of her mother consume her mind.

She squeezed her eyes shut in his shoulder. The reminder of their mother‘s passing now weighing down on her conscious mind. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be stronger for you when you were little.” Her thumb rubbed against the cloth that covered his arm.

“Sometimes I think you were too strong, Willa.” He replied.

She made no effort to respond, focusing on his words.

She pulled away from their shared embrace, holding him close by latching her hands to both sides of his arms.

Her eyes searched his face with a weak smile before cupping his cheeks. “You are just like her, Wyatt.”

It was true, Willa had always noticed her mom in Wyatt. Their mother always had a certain spark of kindness within her. The kind that could make you feel loved and safe within seconds. It was the same kindness that Wyatt held.

“…I see her in you all the time.”

Willa had always felt the intense need to protect him from every danger of the world. It hurt her heart when mom died but she knew she had to show up for her brother. She knew she had to force herself to pull it together for him.

She became strong so that he didn’t have to be.

Wyatt smiled between her hands. “I’ll watch the pups for you tonight.” He promised. “You should sleep, you need the rest.”

Before Willa could open her mouth to protest, he interrupted her with a smile. “Don’t worry, I got it.” Wyatt grinned.

Willa smiled softly. “…Thank you.” She whispered.

Willa observed Wyatt as he left the room, watching him turn to look at her before wishing her a goodnight.

As she went to lie down, she noticed that the sound of thunder and rain pattering on the walls of the den suddenly didn’t seem so scary anymore.

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RRRSAAHHHH a little writing thing for two ocs that @paranoia-exe and I have made linked lores for! ALSO ALSO OOH OOH big big big credits to the amazing @emmettnet for original inspiration* for Zuriel (whumpee) and Kore (whumper)!!! he's genuinely one of my favorite whump creators oh my goodness- anywho enjoy :3. I didn't have a lot of ideas so this is sort of shit but y'know fuck it we ball + it's shit I know and it's a short piece of writing please have mercy also I haven't proofread any of this shit lmfao

CW:!!!!!! wing whump, implied captivity, non-human whumpee/whumper (angel-demon dynamic ig), uhh- implied dehumanization. uh oh silly time!

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A pair of soft ivory wings, flawless golden hair cascading down to the statue's lower back from its head. soft, pale skin, face forever moulded into an expression of tranquility, eyes closed and chin held high with its golden adorned arms stretched out parallel to its wings that were being held in place by metal chains and rods. its body carrying a silky smooth cream robe, golden chains and expensive jewelry hanging from its ears and arms and even its wings and clothing. A translucent veil was draped across the statue's face, made out of a soft white fabric. the angel itself was a sight to behold, and it was oh so realistic in the eyes of anyone who viewed it; both visitors, and the statue's owner, Kore.

Zuriel was a perfect little decoration in the demon's abode, and it certainly played the part well. It would stay still for hours at a time, and had been taught by Kore never to react — whether it be flinching, or moving, or verbally responding — to anything or anyone when in that state. He couldn't say it wasn't good at following orders.

Even then, despite Zuriel's uncanny ability to stay still, Kore was still paranoid of someone finding out about a statue in his house actually being a sentient, living being. Sure, this was completely irrational — most of the time — considering Zuriel would never even move an inch and people rarely paid enough attention to notice the few moments of which it did twitch or move. Though, those moments of which the angel fucks up leads to discipline.

Perfection is all Zuriel knew. How to stand still with jewelry and heavy items of clothing weighing down its arms and wings, and it was so good at staying immaculately still that you couldn't even see it breathing most of the time. It was truly a divine being, but all it was good for now was to be a decoration. An item.

Mayhaps it will be worth more in the future. The chances are low at best, but it knew to expect the unexpected. It was how Zuriel got into this situation anyway.

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*Emmett was the creator of Angel On The Wall, an au of his ocs, which is what inspired both me and Wynter to create Zuriel and Kore!! :D