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‘Maybe there’s still a way. Y/N’s at home right? How can Gwi-ma hurt her if we allow Huntr/x to seal the Honmoon.’ Jinu’s eyes were dead, void of any light. His words were devoid of any emotion, as if he were trying to convince himself.

Beneath the darkened sky, stars hidden from view by the urban lights. It seemed as if even constellations themselves had turned their backs on the Saja Boys.

‘We can’t tell her. It’s not safe. Knowing her, she would try something.’ Beom’s fingers were interlaced in his hair, eyes darting from the floor to the rest of the men.

‘So we just lie to her?’ Min hung his head, ‘You don’t think she’ll find out?’

‘We can worry about that after we make sure Gwi-Ma isn’t going to turn her into a soulless husk.’ Rae countered, shaking his head. 

It was a divided consensus. 

‘We could ask Huntr/x for help.’ Beom’s brows were furrowed, eyes sharp. ‘If they turn the Honmoon golden, Gwi-Ma won’t be able to-’

‘There’s no guarantee that he doesn’t already have demons tailing Y/N.’ Abel’s eyes were closed, darting around beneath his eyelids, running through different possible scenarios.

‘Abels right. He probably already has demons waiting to drag her back to Gwi-Ma. Our best bet is to-’

A shrill mockup of Soda pop rang out from Jinu’s pocket.

‘Really… that's your ring tone?’ Rae slapped a hand to his forehead. The upbeat popsong had snapped the tension in the air.

‘It’s Y/N…’ Jinu whispered, his face illuminated by the blue glow of his phone.

Abel snatched the phone out of a shell-shocked Jinu’s hand. 

‘Y/N? Is that you?’ 

‘Abel! Of course it's me, why do you sound so … upset?’ The girl pulled the phone away from her ear, looking at the screen making sure she had dialed the right number.

‘Abel, are you with the boys? Can you put me on speaker?’ Y/N brought the phone back to her head, laying in her bed.

‘Yeah, go 'head.’ Abel's voice crackled from her screen.

‘I know you guys won't win tomorrow, but I’m proud of you regardless. You’ve worked hard, regardless of if it was for the right reasons. You’ve pushed past so many boundaries whether it be here on this side of the Honmoon or from before.’ Y/N yawned before continuing.

‘This is a huge decision that you’re making right now and you might be scared, there's a lot on the line for this. Not just you guys, but pretty much the entire world is riding on the Huntr/x girls to seal the Honmoon. They can’t do it without you guys.’

Jinu was shaking, his eyes glassy.

‘You’ve got a big day tomorrow, Saja Boys. Rest up, I’ll see you tomorrow night alright?’ Y/N hummed, before saying one last ‘Goodnight.’

A heavy stillness weighed down on the men. Uncertainty, prodded like a sharp blade, chipping away at their conscience.

‘Jinu, you’re the one who banded us together. You make the decision.’ Min breathed out, his fingers twitching over the pink hair tie around his wrist.

‘I… Y/N’s the reason we’re even able to think about going against Gwi-Ma. If she…’ Jinu faltered, slowly lifting his eyes to his friends.

‘Understood. Our priority is making sure Y/N is safe. We’ll keep our options open. She’s meant to hang around Huntr/x for the Idol Awards, if we manage to get to her, we’ll go through with plan A.’ Abel nodded, standing and reaching out his arm to Jinu.

‘And if she isn’t?’ Beom whispered, slowly rising to his feet.

‘We’ve got Jinu’s song. That would give us enough souls to appease Gwi-Ma.’ Rae replied glumly, coming to stand behind the youngest.

Under the waning light of the crescent moon, the Saja Boys trudged back to their apartment. It was a plan, as messy and unrefined as it could get, but it was there regardless. The irony, that they were now banking on Y/N being around the Huntr/x girls for her safety, was not at all lost on the Saja Boys.

–

Before the sun had risen, Bobby had quietly used his spare key, bringing the Huntr/x girls with him to Y/N’s apartment.

Rumi had six coffees in a drink carrier, one for each of the group and an extra decaf just in case Y/N wanted something different. The purple haired girl walked over to the marble counter top, placing down the drinks and sat down at the table, whispering to Zoey about the difference between the typical American and Korean breakfast.

Zoey had brought an assortment of breakfast ingredients and gravitated towards the kitchen immediately. She had decided that the menu today was pancakes, sunny side up eggs and turkey bacon.

Mira on the other hand, had specifically picked out an outfit for Y/N to wear that would be matching their outfits, but inverted. A white embellished jacket and a black studded top with golden ornaments.

‘Y/N?’ Bobby rapped his knuckles against Y/N’s bedroom door.

‘I’m up!’ Y/N pulled her door open, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

‘Y/N, no eye rubbing. It causes keratoconus.’ Bobby fretted, whilst ushering her into the living room.

‘It’s fine, I’ll pay for whatever treatment anyways.’ Y/N joked.

‘Hm,’ Bobby frowned, his disapproval evident as he crossed his arms.

‘Okay, okay, no more eye rubbing.’ Y/N laughed, elbowing Bobby gently. 

‘That's my girl.’ He nodded proudly, before the Huntr/x girls spotted Y/N walking towards them.

‘Y/N!’ The three girls chorused, rushing forward to greet the owner of the apartment.

‘Hey girls, are those pancakes I smell?’ Y/N laughed, wrapping her arounds around the trio.

‘Yep, I'm making you the breakfast I usually like to eat before show days.’ Zoey skipped back towards the pleasantly smelling kitchen.

‘Oh, y’know for some reason I would have expected you guys to have cup ramyeon for breakfast.’ Y/N chuckled, eyeing the drinks on her marbletop.

‘No, of course not!’ Rumi slowly put her shin ramyeon noodles back into her bag, as if not to alert their producer.

‘It’s gonna be a long day, do you want some coffee? We have decaf and regular for you.’ Mira slid over the two drinks.

‘Thanks Mira! Y/N hummed, picking up a large iced drink. 

‘Oh, right, I haven’t really picked out what to wear today.’ Y/N sipped on her drink through a paper straw.

‘I picked up an outfit for you.’ Mira supplied easily, rummaging through her bag. ‘Here use this. Paper straws can contain chloropropanols and PFAS chemicals. I bought you a reusable metal straw.’

Y/N gasped, as Mira slid over the small fabric bag.

‘Aww thanks Mira! It has cleaning brushes too!’

‘Of course, only the best for our Y/N-ie.’ Mira’s face was lit by a triumphant smile that she shared with the Huntr/x girls.

‘Okay, now eat up, we’ve still got rehearsals and mic check. The Honmoon has been cracking more lately so we want you to be close at all times.’ Rumi pushed a plate of perfectly cooked pancakes towards Y/N. 

Their beloved producer may have said that the Saja Boys were willing to help them, but Rumi, Mira, or Zoey weren’t willing to risk any harm coming to Y/N. Their faith was in her, not the Saja Boys.  All three shared a firm nod, silently vowing to keep an eye on their girl.

After Y/N had finished her breakfast, the rest of the morning had been a whirlwind. She barely had time to grab her phone and her essential belongings before Bobby had ushered all four of the girls out so that they could get to the Idol Awards venue early.

Even in the chill of the dawn’s first light, the fans were outside standing respectfully, waiting for their idols to arrive. The three girls had arrived in puffer jackets, waving excitedly to their fans. Y/N had narrowly avoided being dragged onto the carpet with the girls, opting to walk with Bobby instead. She wasn’t quite ready to face the gaggle of paparazzi.

There was a lull between the Huntr/x girls getting their hair and makeup done and the dress rehearsal. It was here that Mira had insisted Y/N sit in a chair and let the pink haired girl do her make up. Y/N had tried to protest but it was to no avail. 

‘You’re one of us, whether the world knows yet or not. You’re a hunter too.’ Rumi gave Y/N a back hug, wrapping her arms around Y/N’s shoulder. The purple haired girl relished in watching Y/N’s face smiling back at her in the mirror.

‘Y'know, Y/N sings all our demos. What if we leaked them online and captioned it “Huntr/x’s fourth member?!’ Zoey’s eyes were bright, a mischievous glint that brought Y/N some form of unease.

‘Erm guys, I’m not sure that's a good idea…’ Y/N sweatdropped, ‘I just help write and produce your songs, I mean, I’ve never performed with you guys.’

‘There's a first for everything.’ Mira hummed, enjoying how flustered the girl in the makeup chair was getting.

‘All your songs are three part harmonies.’ Y/N tried.

‘We have an amazing song writer and producer who can change them to four parts in a flash, don’t we girls?’ Rumi pressed her cheek against Y/N’s own, looking into their reflections in the mirror.

Y/N sighed, somewhat amused and at a loss.

Originally, Golden was a song that Rumi was trying to hide behind. Her patterns and heritage were a secret to all. But now, she had her friends by her side, and Golden was a song that truly resonated with her. This gave Y/N hope that this performance tonight would be the one to seal the Honmoon. 

‘Girls, time for rehearsal.’ Bobby called from the entrance of the dressing room. ‘Y/N they want you at the audio station.’

To the Huntr/x’s reluctance, they had parted ways for a short while, Y/N heading over to the audio station to make sure all the backing tracks and mics were in check. Fortunately all the click tracks were also in time. All three of the girls on stage sounded perfect and ready to go for the real performance.

For everyone's sake. 

It had to be.

–

‘Two bands, one award.’ The show host began, holding up the respective groups light sticks. The large screen was playing a somewhat cheesy introduction.

‘Every snowflake is special. But one snowflake is probably the best. Who will be at the top of the mountain?’ The host continued, holding a CGI spinning snowflake in his palm before switching to a visual of both groups as rock forms on a mountain face.

‘What the hell, I did not remember this.’ Y/N cringed, leaning back in her chair.

‘I think we rock that look.’ Zoey snickered from the sofa of the dressing room.

‘Yeah, the Saja Boys must be petrified right now.’ Mira continued, tossing a gummy worm in her mouth.

‘Fans from around the universe will decide.’ The screen played a glass cracking visual before revealing the logo of the International Idol Awards. 

‘Finally, the moment you’ve been waiting for. Here are the five-year reigning champs of the International Idol Awards, Huntr/x!’

How It’s Done began to play, as the Huntr/x symbol appeared on the left side of the screen.

‘Versus the heart-stealing newcomers, the Saja Boys!’ Soda pop interrupted the Huntr/x song, the right side of the screen filled with bubbles and the familiar lion logo.

'More like soul stealing.' Rumi rolled her eyes.

‘Who will win?!’

‘Please, welcome to the stage, Huntr/x!’ The host called, gesturing to the wings.

Y/N blinked, snapping to attention.

‘What, I thought you guys were on later?’ She asked, standing up alongside her friends.

‘We did too.’ Rumi frowned, throwing open the dressing room door, breaking into a sprint.

‘At least we get to seal the Honmoon faster!’ Mira laughed, sprinting alongside the four girls.

‘Wait, why am I running? I’m not performing.’ Y/N deadpanned from her spot next to Rumi.

‘I mean you could!’ Zoey laughed, as they all reached the wings of the stage.

‘Okay. This is it. For the fans.’ Rumi turned, facing the three other girls.

‘For the world.’ Zoey chimed in.

‘For us.’ Mira finished, as they all looked at Y/N.

‘You’ve got this Huntr/x. Get out there and seal that Honmoon!’ Y/N cheered, pumping her fist in the air.

‘Yes! We win this, and then we celebrate with Itaewon corn dogs!’ Bobby cheered, pushing the three girls closer to the stage!

‘Woo! Let's go!' All three girls cheered, giving Y/N a last hug before they turned to run on stage.

The first notes of Golden began to play, the set beginning to change. The entire stadium darkened, the figures of all three girls cast into shadow. Their professionalism was unquestionable.

‘Here to perform their hot new single, Golden, It’s Huntr/x!’ The host introduced, as Golden played through the stage speakers  

‘I was a ghost I was alone 어두워진 앞길 속에’  Rumi began, as the spotlight finally lit the stage. A warm golden light, filling the stage, highlighting the group.

Y/N smiled proudly, watching the performance shine. It looked like Rumi’s voice was completely healed. The girls were all running through the choreography with ease, as if it were second nature.

‘Y/N.’ A voice carried toward her, in barely a whisper.

‘Jinu?’ Y/N spoke before she turned, sure of the voice.

 ‘I lived two lives, tried to play both sides but I couldn’t find my own place.’ 

Y/N turned, and yet though the person behind her resembled her so called wife, something was wrong. Jinu didn’t have red eyes, his posture was always perfect, not slightly slumped over.

‘Called a problem child 'cause I got too wild

But now that's how I'm getting paid 끝없이 on stage’

Y/N shifted her stance defensively. This man couldn’t be Jinu, not only were his eyes the wrong colour, there was nothing behind them.

No warmth.

‘Who are you.’ The girl snarled, already knowing the answer to her own question.

‘It’s me, Jinu. Come with me, I have something to show you.’ Jinu answered.

Instinct moved Y/N’s body before anything else. Her arms tensed, hands balled into a fist immediately.

Contact between her fist and the look-a-like’s chest threw Jinu backwards. 

A grunt of protest rang out from the demon's lips.

‘I'm done hidin', now I'm shinin' like I'm born to be.’

Rumi’s solo was starting. This would mean that Mira and Zoey would come to the back wings. Surely they could help her.

‘We dreamin' hard, we came so far, now I believe.’

‘Just come with me, we won’t hurt you.’ The demon now in its own form, revealed itself, grinning with its glinting red eyes.

‘Make me.’ Y/N smiled, cracking her neck.

‘We're goin' up, up, up, it's our moment

You know together we're glowing

Gonna be, gonna be golden.’

‘Fine.’ The creature snarled, ‘Boys, she wants it done the hard way.’

A group of dokkaebi slowly circled Y/N.

‘Oh crap.’

‘Rumi’s killing it out there!’ Zoey gasped, as the make-up artists quickly touched up her face.

‘Let’s go finish this!’ Mira nodded, patting Zoey back in encouragement.

‘You didn’t say anything about a group of you rats.’ Y/N yelled, double kicking two demons in the chest while avoiding a swipe of claws aimed for her chest.

She narrowly avoided a swipe, meant for her head. The claws of a demon slicing into her cheek.

‘Y/N?’ Mira turned around, spotting the girl, fighting off a group of demons. Without a second thought, they sprinted toward the girl.

‘Alright that's enough.’ The group leader stepped up from behind Y/N and struck her in the back of the head. 'Gwi-Ma said not to kill her yet.'

‘You’re on in twenty seconds!’ The team of staff from behind Zoey and Mira protested.

The two girls rushed toward the group, only to catch a glimpse of Y/N crumpling to the floor, eyes rolling back into her head. 

‘Oh, up, up, up with our voices

영원히 깨질 수 없는

Gonna be, gonna be golden’

‘What did you do to our Y/N?’ Zoey screamed, manifesting her Shinkal, throwing them toward the horde of demons.

‘Damn, the hunters are here. Let’s just grab her and go.’ The largest one said, narrowly dodging the knives.

‘Oh, I'm done hidin', now I'm shinin' like I'm born to be

Oh, our time, no fears, no lies

That's who we're born to be.’

The demons lifted up the unconscious body of Y/N and sprinted away from the wings, looking for an exit. 

Mira let out a cry of frustration, watching the demons run into the corridors of the venue.

‘You know we're gonna be, gonna be golden

We're gonna be, gonna be-’

‘Rumi!’ Mira’s voice called out from Rumi’s in-ear. ‘They took Y/N. She’s unconscious.’

‘What?’ Rumi landed on the stage, watching the fans' faces melt slowly into confusion as she stopped singing.

‘What do we do Rumi?’ Zoey asked, her voice dripping with desperation.

‘Go after her. I’m coming.’ Rumi turned and abandoned the stage that was still playing Golden. There wasn’t an ounce of doubt behind her decision. In fact, it was barely a choice. Rumi would have picked saving Y/N over sealing the Honmoon on this day a thousand times over. 

Shouts of protest rang out throughout the massive crowd, watching their idol run back stage, discarding her performance jacket. Murmurs filtered through out the crowd. 

Why was she running away, and what were those patterns across her skin?

‘Where did they take her? Where are you guys?’ Rumi called into her mic, ignoring the staff that were frantically chasing after her, asking what was wrong.

‘They’re headed toward exit C. We’ll meet you there.’ A static filled Rumi’s ear afterward, signalling that both girls had taken out their mics.

‘Hang in there Y/N. We’re coming.’ Rumi whispered, keeping her eyes fixed on the glowing green exit sign, her path lit by the LED light strips.

–

‘They took her. She isn’t backstage anymore.’ Jinu’s eyes were blown wide, in a state of panic. He had watched Mira and Zoey give chase. He had given in to his inner voice, looking for Y/N backstage just to catch a glimpse of her. He had been a second too late. 

‘Then we need to move to plan B.’ Abel said grimly, his fists clenching around a now dented plastic water bottle. On his wrist, a pink sparkly hair tie not unlike min's slid down.

‘What was plan B?’ Beom mumbled from his seat on the sofa, not lifting his head from his hands. His wrist adorned a blue matching hairtie.

‘We accept the Idol Of The Year Award, we use that to advertise a concert at midnight at namsan tower. We use the fans to feed Gwi-Ma. Then he gives us Y/N back.’ Rae recited, putting a hand on Beom’s shoulder. 

‘We should get on stage now.’ Min stood up from his make up chair, herding the boys towards the door. ‘Keep it together.’

For Y/N. They thought silently.

--

Meanwhile, as the three girls finally exited the venue, barely out of breath.

‘Where do you think they took her? They couldn’t have gone far.’ Mira’s eyes darted around, scanning the crowds of people trickling out of the stadium.

‘The Honmoon! It’s coming apart!’ Zoey stared at the now purple lines, seething away, fizzling at the edges.

‘Due to the Huntr/x publicly abandoning today's stage, the International idol Awards have been canceled.’ A large screen began to play a new broadcast, to the girl’s horror.

‘Here are the winners of the International Idol Awards.’

Bobby finally caught up, panting behind the girls. ‘What's going on?’

‘Y/N was kidnapped. We need to find her. I’m sorry Bobby we couldn’t win today-’

‘She was WHAT?’ Bobby looked frantic, whipping out his phone. ‘Why don’t we call the police.’ 

‘Artist of the Year, Saja Boys.’ The screen said, as if taunting the group.

‘We’re sorry Bobby.’ Rumi teared up, ‘I know you worked so hard for this.’

‘That’s not important right now. We need to find Y/N. We can win next year. Go find Y/N, I’ll do press control.’

‘Best New Artist, Saja Boys.’ The news reporter read from her script.

‘Bobby…’ Zoey looked conflicted, the three girls slowly backed up toward the gathering crowd.

‘GO!’ Bobby looked up from his phone, his eyes set in determination. ‘Y/N is more important right now. I’ll deal with everything else. Find our Y/N.’

‘We’ll call you Bobby!’ The girls ran, as the screens on the street began to show the Saja Boys.

‘Hey, everybody.’ A remorseful Jinu came from the screen, flanked by the rest of the boys.

‘You must all be so sad about the Idol Awards.’ He continued, placing his hands on his heart. ‘We are too.

‘You lying asshole.’ Rumi sneered, glaring up at the screen.

‘So to cheer everyone up, we’re going to do a special live performance tonight.’

‘Really? Y/N is missing and that’s what they're doing?’ Mira pushed past the hoards of people. They seemed to be hypnotised, all congregating like sheep.

‘Midnight, Namsan Tower. Don’t miss it for the world.’ Jinu’s eyes held a softer look. Almost probing?

‘Wait. “For the world?” Is he…’ Zoey’s eyes flickered to the other two girls.

‘Is he talking to us?’

‘It’s worth a shot. Come on, let's go.’  

Running through crowds of people who seemed to be mindlessly heading for Namsan Tower, like moths to a flame. It was harder than it looked, finding their way while keeping an eye out for demons and Y/N. Strangely, none of the public had recognised the Huntr/x girls. They were focused only on the lit up tower, the crowning jewel of the Seoul city sky line.

–

The five boys stood, just behind the Honmoon, infront their stage. Each one drowning in resentment toward the demon lord behind them.

‘Well done. Ready to begin? You know what’s on the line now.’ Gwi-Ma chuckled darkly.

Jinu stayed silent, as the men behind him kept their eyes down, boring into the ground as if that could change something.

‘Good, I’m ready to feast.’ The fire rumbled in amusement. Finally, he had broken-in his toys.

Stalking up beside Jinu, Derpy held one of Y/N’s sparkling in his mouth.

Derpy gave an inquisitive purr, nudging at Jinu with his head.

Jinu glanced down, his eyes catching the glitter on the hair tie. His ears filled with the chanting of their group name, the crowd assembled outside Namsan Tower.

–

‘The stadium’s huge. How will we find her in time?’ Zoey panted, running through the halls that lead to the seating area.

‘I don’t understand. The Saja boys said they wanted us to win. That they wanted to keep Y/N safe.’ Rumi panted, pushing past the mindless fans.

‘Then why did they take her?’

The stadium began to darken, the large screen at the front of the stage that had once displayed the regular Saja Boys icon had changed. The performance was beginning.

‘No.. NO!’ Rumi screamed, roughly pushing past people that took no notice of her panic.

‘Girls!’ A familiar voice called, over the chanting of “Saja”. Bringing a wave of hope into the three Huntr/x girls. ‘Up here!’

All three Huntr/x members' eyes shot up, watching a bruised Y/N dodging and weaving while landing heavy blows on the thinned out group of demons surrounding her.

She was up at the VIP section. 

‘Y/N!’ The three girls cried out, immediately climbing up the stands.

‘Get off our Y/N-ie!’ Zoey threw her daggers with such force that they dented the wall, but not before they hit three demons squarely in the back.

‘Y/N, duck!’ Rumi flipped forward, bringing her sword down on the demon that was holding Y/N against a wall.

‘Are you girls alright?’ The producer asked, dropping down to the ground and sweeping out the demon from it’s feet with her leg.

‘You’re asking us if we’re alright? You were kidnapped! You have a cut on your face.’ Mira replied, frustration tinged at her voice as she swung her 곡도 (Curved moon sword), decapitating several demons.

‘I’m fine, just a little banged up.’ Y/N spun around, kicking the last demon in the chest, sending him flying back into Rumi’s sword.

‘Wow, maybe I should join you guys.’ Y/N joked, wiping away the blood, trickling from her cheek.

The three girls gawked in horror, taking in the injured image of their friend. Her jacket was long gone, bruises were red and fresh, littering her arms and legs. Her left cheek had a cut, trailing from her ear till her nose, her knees were beginning to bleed. Y/N slowly sank to her knees, catching her breath.

‘I changed my mind, Y/N you are to never join us in missions. Look at you.’ Rumi hurriedly rushed over to the girl, holding Y/N’s face in her hands.

‘Damn it, we don’t have first aid supplies or ice here. Everything's back at the tower.’ Zoey dropped her weapons, also rushing forward with Mira.

Their flurried conversation was stopped short, as the stage lights dimmed.

The Saja Boys began to harmonise demonically, floating into the air dressed in all black traditional Korean 한복 (hanbok).

‘I can’t believe they would do this to you.’ Rumi shook her head, helping Y/N stand to her feet.

‘It wasn’t them. There was another demon, it looked like Jinu, a shape shifter. The boys would never hurt me. I swear.’ Y/N shook her head,  eyes closed in protest of her screaming joints as she moved to stand.

‘I'll be your idol’ 

‘My song…’ Y/N’s eyes blinked open, looking toward the stage.

‘Keeping you in check (uh), keeping you obsessed

Play me on repeat, 끝없이 in your head

Anytime it hurts, play another verse 

I can be your sanctuary’

Abel’s smirk was hollow. Purely a performative expression. Y/N could tell, after spending so much time with him, his default expression was a stoic face with soft eyes. Even when he was performing, his eyes always showed amusement but not right now. 

Right now, his eyes were desperate.

Begging even.

‘It’s not them. It has to be Gwi-Ma. He’s making them do this.' 

‘Y/N… we-’ Rumi began.

‘No, look! On Min’s wrist!

‘Know I'm the only one right now (now)

I will love you more when it all burns down

More than power, more than gold.’

The purple haired man sang, a pink glittery hair tie on his wrist caught the stage light.

‘That's my hair tie. He’s wearing it on his wrist.’ Y/N pointed at the large screen, clearly displaying Min’s wrist as he brought his hand up to his face.

‘Yeah, you gave me your heart, now I'm here for your soul’

Rae sang, a magenta hair tie adorned his wrist, matching his hair.

'They have actual names?' Mira looked taken aback.

‘They’re all wearing sparkly hair ties on their wrists.’ Zoey pointed out, looking at Y/N, her face dawning in realisation.

‘I'm the only one who'll love your sins

Feel the way my voice gets underneath your skin’ 

Jinu sang, his eyes trained on the audience in a dead gaze, a fake smile lining his lips.

‘They’re being forced into this. I think Y/N is right. Remember how Jinu said For the world. He wanted us to find him. To help him save Y/N.’ Zoey stood up next to Y/N helping her stand on her other side.

‘How can we be sure?’ Mira was still hesitant, holding on to some resentment.

‘Those are Y/N’s hair ties. She wears them around her wrist for luck. She wore one today. It’s golden.’ Rumi gently took Y/N’s arm, lifting it to show the accessory.

‘Yeah, y’know, for turning the Honmoon golden and everything.’ She smiled tiredly.

‘Listen, 'cause I'm preachin' to the choir

Can I get the mic a little higher?

Gimme your desire’

‘We need a plan. How do we stop this? The Honmoon is fraying as we speak.’ Mira led the way, as the rest of the girls slowly led Y/N back towards the stadium lobby.

‘Do you guys remember What It Sounds Like?’ Y/N said, sitting down slowly on a bench.

‘The song we recorded not too long ago right? Alongside Takedown?’ Zoey nodded, leaping over the counter of an  unattended food stall, rummaging through a fridge for some ice. 

‘You’re hunters. The Honmoon allows you to project your voices without microphones. I can connect the instrument to the stage speakers, I have an override code for emergencies.’

‘I can be the star you rely on

내 황홀에 취해, you can't look away

Don't you know I'm here to save you?’

‘We’ve never practiced this song. We don’t even have a click track. I’m not sure we can-’

‘Zoey, I know you can do it. You’re hunters. All of you. This is what you’re meant to do. This is how you all shine.’ Y/N stood, accepting the makeshift icepack, letting it rest on her shoulder.

‘Remember? We are hunters, voices strong.’ Y/N sang, her eyes glowing with an inextinguishable fire. In the background, the concert continued, blaring the voices of the Saja Boys.  

‘Slaying demons with our song.’ Rumi continued, coming to stand at Y/N’s left, taking her hand.

‘Fix the world and make it right.’ Mira sang quietly, standing in front of Y/N, holding Rumi’s other hand.

‘When darkness finally meets the light.’ Zoey finished, standing on Y/N’s right, holding her and Mira’s hand.

An iridescent glow stemming from the feet of the group, hummed through the purple fraying lines of the Honmoon, replacing the purple fizzing lines.

Beom was rapping now, his voice dripping in hidden disdain.

‘How did we…’ Mira stared in wonder, ‘We changed the colour of the Honmoon?’ 

‘No, I think Y/N did.’ Zoey stared at the lines. They only radiated a few meters away from the group but they were visibly contrasting. ‘This has never happened to us before.’

‘No, this has to be a different Honmoon. Look, the lines are new.’

‘Y/N you have to sing with us.’ Rumi decided, nodding firmly. ‘You said you changed the patterns of the demons right? You are the weapon, you never needed to manifest one. Your voice, your touch, your presence itself aids the Honmoon.’ 

‘But I-’

‘We don’t have time. Y/N you’ve always believed in us. Enough to write songs whenever we needed them. Please, believe in us one more time.’ 

‘Besides, we kinda…’ Mira trailed off, looking sheepish.

‘We didn’t practice so we need you to guide us…’ Zoey rubbed the back of her neck, slightly embarrassed.

‘You guys won’t take no for an answer will you.’ Y/N laughed, her voice almost being lost amongst the screaming fans. 

‘No, especially Rumi. She’s been trying to get you to join us forever.’ Zoey gave a soft smile, adjusting the icebag on Y/N’s shoulder.

‘Okay, so what’s the plan? How are we gonna tackle this?’ Mira brought all the girls into a huddle.

‘There's three sides to the centre stage. We’ll each take an entrance. I’ll stand behind Rumi because Gwi-Ma already knows about me and Rumi, it's likely he’ll keep eyes on us.’ Y/N spoke quickly, her nerves buzzing in anticipation.

‘We’ll start from the entrances and end up at center stage so we get the attention of all the fans. Then, once we gather enough souls back, we go for Gwi-Ma.’ Y/N finished, fiddling with her phone.

‘You can get the backing track up? How does that even work?’ Zoey looked impressed.

‘Actually, it’s not that hard. I’ll explain it later. We need to get into position. Everyone knows what to do?’ Y/N looked up, greeted by the expression of pure grit and resolve on all of her friends.

‘Let’s do this.’ Rumi nodded, bringing her hand to the centre of the group.

‘LET’S DO THIS.’ The rest cheered. 

–

The boys were now reaching the height of the song, stretching out their arms toward the adoring crowd,

‘Living in your mind now

Too late, 'cause you're mine now’

Their feet began to leave the ground, bringing the screams of the crowd into a crescendo.

‘They can fly?’ Y/N blinked, gaping at the men who were at least two meters in the air.

‘I mean, we can jump out of a plane and not die so…’ Rumi shrugged, looking unimpressed. ‘It’s not that cool.’

‘I mean, do the fans not think this is at least some kind of suspicious?’ Y/N was astounded, trailing behind Rumi, removing her icebag and throwing it in a nearby bin.

‘I will make you free (I will make you free)

When you're all a part of me’

‘Thats… actually a good point.’ Rumi mumbled, looking somewhat miffed. ‘I guess they think it's just special effects right?’

‘Makes sense.’ Y/N nodded, watching the men continue their song.

‘preachin' to the choir

Can I get the mic a little higher?

Gimme your desire

Watch me set your world on fire (world on fire)’

‘Did you write this Y/N?’ Rumi wiped off the residue moisture off Y/N’s shoulder, adjusting Y/N’s matching outfit.

‘Uh, yeah I did.’ Y/N winced, wiping at her cheek quickly. Her hand came back, dripping scarlet.

Rumi sighed, brushing a thumb under the cut tentatively.

‘We’re going to need to disinfect this after.’ 

‘How’d you know I wrote it?’ Y/N smoothed down Rumi’s hair with her clean hand.

‘내 황홀에 취해, you can't look away (yeah)

No one is coming to save you

Now we runnin' wild’

‘How could I not recognise your writing style?’ Rumi rolled her eyes, a faint blush spreading across her face.

‘Come on, we’ve got a Honmoon to rebuild.’ The purple-haired girl squared her shoulders, leading Y/N by the hand toward the stage entrance.

‘You're down on your knees, I'ma be your idol’

‘Oh…’  Rumi began, her haunting voice echoing through the stadium. Making her way toward the crowd, the fans parting to let her through.

‘We are hunters. Voices strong. Slaying demons with our song.’ Her voice turned dark. Rumi had tapped into her demon voice. The patterns littering her skin glowed violet, her left eye turning yellow.

‘Fix the world and make it right. When darkness finally meets the light.’ Her right fingers grew into claws.

‘You come here like this?’ Gwi-Ma snarked, his cocky tone bleeding into his words.

‘You think you can fix the world? You can’t even fix yourself.’

‘I can’t.’ Rumi agreed, her voice hollow, her eyes were glazed over.

‘And now, everyone sees you for what you really are.’

‘They do.’

‘And now the Honmoon is gone.’ Gwi-Ma was all but sneering now.

‘It is.’ Y/N squeezed her hand.

‘But we can make a new one.’ Rumi’s eyes cleared, her eyes snapping up to the purple hued fire, letting go of Y/N’s hand.

‘Nothing but the truth now

Nothing but the proof of what I am

The worst of what I came from, patterns I'm ashamed of

Things that even I don't understand.’

Zoey’s voice chimed in from the left stage entrance, taking over the melody.

‘I tried to fix it, I tried to fight it

My head was twisted, my heart divided

My lies all collided

I don't know why I didn't trust you to be on my side’

Y/N had changed the lines to be more widespread in terms of distribution. Originally this song came only from Rumi, but now it was for all of them. Rumi was no longer alone. 

‘I broke into a million pieces, and I can't go back

But now I'm seeing all the beauty in the broken glass

The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony

My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like’

Mira sang, as the three slowly walked onto the stage platforms, eyes fixed on each other.

‘Why did I cover up the colors stuck inside my head?’ Zoey sang, her chest beginning to glow.

‘I should've let the jagged edges meet the light instead.’ Mira sang, clutching at her chest with her hand.

‘Show me what’s underneath.’ Rumi sang, gesturing with her hands towards her two group members.

‘I'll find your harmony,’ The three girls harmonised, their chests glowing the faint colour of the old Honmoon.

‘The song we couldn’t write…’

‘This is what it sounds like.’ Y/N stepped onto the stage,  joining the song, her voice rippling through the stadium like an autumn breeze. 

‘Y/N?’ Min whispered her name like a prayer. The men were frozen in disbelief. 

‘WHY IS SHE FREE. I TOLD YOU TO BRING HER TO ME. STOP THIS SONG!’ Gwi-ma howled, sending a swarm of demons, a writhing mass of limbs and disfigured faces.

The sheer intimidating number rumbled the stage as they raced towards the hunters. 

‘We're shattering the silence, we're rising, defiant

Shouting in the quiet, "You're not alone" ‘

Y/N sang, as she walked forward, watching Rumi draw her sword.

‘We listened to the demons, we let them get between us

But none of us are out here on our own.’

The four chorused, marching forward toward the demons, Zoey and Mira both drawing their weapons. As they slashed through the first wave of demons, the crowd seemed to regain consciousness as if they had been released from a spell.

‘So we were cowards, so we were liars

So we're not heroes, we're still survivors’

The girls were slashing through the mass of demons, weaving through each of them whilst singing, getting closer to the centre of the stage. 

‘The dreamers, the fighters, no lying, I'm tired

But dive in the fire, and I'll be right here by your side.’

Reaching the middle, the group embraced. The three Huntr/x girls wrapped Y/N in a tight hug, causing a ripple through the Honmoon, a glowing of iridescent strings. 

Not only had Y/N changed the Honmoon, she had changed Rumi’s skin?

Rumi’s patterns had turned an almost ultra violet white. The group shared a knowing look, before turning to face Gwi-Ma, now ready to advance on their biggest foe.

‘We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back

But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass.’

Y/N’s eyes caught Jinu’s, she watched his cat like pupils dilate.

‘The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony

My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like’

Y/N smiled, walking closer towards the front of the stage whilst the Huntr/x girls cleared a path before her.

‘Why did we cover up the colors stuck inside our head?

Get up and let the jagged edges meet the light instead.

Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony

Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like’

‘Y/N!’ Beom cried out, the first of the group to leave the stage, racing down toward her, throwing his arms around her.

‘Beom, you look good in your 한복 (Hanbok)’ Y/N grinned, patting the youngest on the back.

Y/N closed her eyes, letting out a slight groan. 

‘Okay, gentle please, I think I have bruised ribs.’ She complained, as larger, stronger hands held her up by her waist.

‘You’re hurt.’ Abel’s deep voice sounded weak, as if all the air had left his lungs.

‘Hey Abel.’ Y/N laughed, wincing slightly, ‘ S’ not as bad as it looks.’

‘You’re a terrible liar Y/N. You should leave that up to us.’ Rae’s melodic voice chimed in, coming to stand in front of Y/N.

‘We need to get you home as soon as possible. To a hospital even.’ Min fretted, brushing Y/N’s hair back, checking her for injuries.

‘I’m fine Min.’ Y/N laughed, brushing back the oldest man’s hair, revealing teary eyes. ‘Hey now, don't cry.’

‘M not.’ 

‘Okay honey.’ Y/N smiled, before turning her eyes toward the man who had not yet come down to greet her.

‘Jinu… Won’t you come say hi to your husband?’ She called out, giving him a forlorn smile.

‘Y/N…’ He breathed out in response, body instinctively floating down towards her, ignoring the screams of protest coming from Gwi-Ma. 

‘YOU DARE DEFY ME? YOU WERE NOTHING WITHOUT ME.’

‘I don’t deserve to forget.’ He looked onward, hands itching to delicately sweep over the cut on her cheek.

‘There’s my wifey.’ Y/N smiled, sighing in relief as Jinu came to kneel before her.

‘I stole your song…’ His claws cracked the stage as he dug his nails into the floor.

‘Yeah, well as long as you give me royalty fees it's okay.’ Y/N joked, hand lifting Jinu’s chin.

‘Besides, I wrote it for you guys anyways.’

‘Alright, you’ve had a good enough reunion. We need your help to defeat Gwi-Ma.’ Rumi glowered, coming to stand between Y/N and the Saja Boys. 

‘We can’t keep just killing the demons he sends at us, we’ll tire out.’ Zoey agreed, throwing her knives into the horde.

Suddenly the mass began to shimmer into petals, their bodies dissipating before everyone’s eyes. The petals were being sucked back into the fire on the main stage.

‘What’s going on.’ Mira narrowed her eyes, swinging her blade into petals.

Gwi-Ma seemed to grow larger, swelling in size as the petals fed his body.

‘You traitor.’ Gwi-ma snarled, ‘Did you really think that I’d let you live? Let your friends live?’ Gwi-ma began to cackle,

‘YOUR VOICES CANNOT DEFEAT ME.’ 

A split second. 

Just one.

Jinu had seen the burst of fire. He had turned around when Gwi-ma began to speak, the flames blaring its way toward him.

He had closed his eyes, accepting the fate that were to befall him, at peace knowing that Y/N would be safe. She would find a way to defeat Gwi-Ma.

But the searing heat did not land. 

Only the soft caress of a gentle hand on his cheek.

‘It’s time to go home, Jinu.’ Y/N smiled, the purple flames raging against her back.

‘Y/N, no NO.’ Jinu reached for the girl in front of him, watching her body slowly begin to glow with a white light, steadily consuming her form as Gwi-Ma cackled.

‘Y/N!’ The group cried, to no avail, watching the girl enveloped suddenly in light. They all ran toward her, only to be pushed back by an invisible force.

A deafening WHUM spread through the stadium, as Y/N’s body lifted from the ground, exploding into a searingly blinding light, sending a shockwave of white gold through the strings, across the stadium, one final ripple, sealing the Honmoon. Leaving in her wake, a ripple of iridescent lines.

A terrible wail, as Gwi-ma was extinguished.

And Y/N was gone.

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Fingers tightened slightly around the cloth, you braced yourself to speak. “I’m already employed here, your highness—”

“You know that’s not what I mean.” He repeated, eyes tracking the way your shoulders tensed.

Silence stretched between you.

“You can drop the act.” A soft step came from behind you.

“Maid.” He mocked, voice came out closer than before with a faint smile playing on his lips at the title.

Your grip on the duster tightened.

So… You’d been found out.

Slowly, you turned to face him.

The prince was no longer on the bed. He was right behind you now. Too close.

You hadn’t even heard him move. 

It made you wonder how long he’s been standing there… Right behind you, watching how you trembled in your boots. Shivers went down your spine.

Your eyes narrowed, and for the first time since your stay here, you met the prince’s gaze head on.

“How long have you known?” you asked, dropping the act entirely.

His lips curved at the eye contact in delight. “Long enough.” 

His gaze didn’t waver. If anything, it sharpened. Like he’d been waiting for this.

“For someone so careful,” he continued lightly, “you do stare quite a lot.”

Your breath caught. “…What?”

“Not directly, of course.” He stepped closer, his shoes clanked against the high quality flooring, unhurried. 

“You watch me when you think I won’t notice.” 

This… wasn’t part of your plan today. Your mind was twisting in horror now as you calculated for a way to escape.

“…So?” you said, forcing steadiness into your voice. “What now? You expose me? Interrogate me?”

“No.” The word came out too quickly.

Then, his gaze softened.

“I want to hire you.” He let his words sink in for a moment. 

“So? Name your price, and I will pay you triple, no quadruple the amount they paid you.” 

Your brows furrowed in confusion. The words still making no sense.

“You… want to hire me. Actually?” 

He nodded firmly, the faint smile still on his face. 

But that was still vague. Did he want you to betray your initial employees, is that it?

No, more importantly, why hasn’t he disposed of you yet… He could’ve dragged you to the torture chamber and gotten all the answers out himself, why bother to pay?

“To… spy back on them?” You raised an eyebrow, confused and on guard for an escape. You were trying to buy as much time as possible while also considering the offer he was about to give.

“No.” He answered curtly again, and your guard immediately dropped at that response. 

What the hell does he want? You couldn’t read anything from his face, only that unnerving smile stayed in place.

Then, a dumb idea came to mind. “You… want me to spy on you?” 

He beamed at the question, like he was waiting for you to say those words. Like you’d finally asked the right question.

“I don’t want you to spy,” he said quietly, taking another step.

Your heart hammered against your chest as you stepped back instinctively from this prince. 

“I want you to watch.”

Your breath hitched at another step your way.

“Not like before,” he continued. “without hiding, and without avoiding eye contact.”

Now there was nowhere left to go. 

You were pressed against the door now, the prince only inches away. And your hand was frantically looking for the handle.

His hand lifted slowly. Giving you time to pull away.

You couldn’t didn’t.

His fingers brushed your cheek. It was gentle, too gentle for a spy like you deserved.

“I want your full, undivided attention on me,” he murmured.

His thumb tilted your chin just enough to force your gaze back to his.

“Not short, secretive glances. Full on watching me, just like this.”

You couldn’t look away. Not with him this close. Not with his eyes fixed on yours like that.

“Is that too much to ask?”

His voice softened further. Something almost thoughtful in it now.

“Because I’m willing to pay for it.” 

He tilted his head, a small furrow forming between his brows.

“All of it. I’m willing to spend all of my fortune for your time and attention.” 

You tried to shake your head in response, but his hand on your chin made it impossible to move away. 

“All you have to do is give it to me. Hm?” 

Your hand finally found the door handle, only to realize it was locked ever since you came in.

There was no space for refusal now. He was never asking in the first place.

“Good,” he murmured softly.

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See, a well known activity was hosted today. A jousting tournament. A great opportunity to show himself off, gain some experience from the game for warfare. To see you admire him. To gift him your favor by your own hand. A gift of appreciation and support for his deeds. What he had done for you.

However, you weren’t there.

You weren’t there to favor him. To gift him. To see him win, and he blames you when he doesn’t. When he falls off his steed and lands into the dirt with a grunt. His jaw clenching in anger underneath his helmet.

Just where in the gods lands were you? He honestly hasn’t seen you all day, but that still doesn’t excuse your mistake of missing out on his part of the tournament. Well, not that he had won, and he wasn’t really willing to admit that to you… but he still didn’t gain your favor. Sure, he may have gained others, but he didn’t accept them. He wanted yours as they were always full of divine luck within them. He wins every time you have gifted him something, anything, even if it wasn’t a flower or a jewel, but a mere pat to his pauldron or a playful tug to his cloak.

He glares at a knight of silver through the shadow of his visor when he shoulder checks the silver knight. His own body not even jerking when he does, a loud clank going off, making some people jump, and he doesn’t look back when the silver knight gives out a curse at him. He was far too boiled to make a greater scene out of that. He needs a rather good explanation of his maiden of why they weren’t there for him at his part of the tournament.

It takes him a pretty good while to find you. He had to resort to asking around to find your whereabouts much to his growing displeasure. His dark gauntlets tight on the hilt of his sheathed sword as he approaches your seated form within a secluded place within the local library.

How dare you look so content when it was his day to excel.

“Having fun, little maiden?” His jaw is tight when he speaks. Throat strained as he moves swiftly in front of you while his cloak whips, snaps at his sharp your graceful movements. Gathering your attention quickly.

“…You seem… stressed my knight.” His hand impossibly tightens on the hilt of his sword as he listens to your words of calm. His eyes glaring down at you through his visor while he just watches you turn another page of your book. To hear you pointing out that he “seems stressed,” but oh… he can’t help but feel a pleased buzz that goes through him when you say “my knight.” It always pleased him. Not that he would admit it.

“It seems you have forgotten something today.” He hints it out, leaning down. His helmet getting close to the book in your hands. He wants to make you realize what exactly he was pointing out without even saying it outwardly. “Care to remember?”

He sees you pause. Your eyes not even moving to read anymore lines of your- He gives a quick glance down to read the title of the book. “Court of Gentlemen” Ah, that was a romance book.

Wait, romance?

He does a double check, making sure he was reading the title correctly. His mood lighting up slightly when he in fact, knows what you’re reading. Though, that still doesn’t dismiss you from missing out of his tournament.

“Oh, by the gods.” He hears the realization in your tone, and with the way you instantly put the book down and look him over tells him you just barely remember what it was today. Your eyes finding the new chip in his chestplate that put a streak of silver through the usual dark metal. “Did… did you win?”

The audacity of you.

He growls lowly beneath his helmet. His gauntlet not holding the hilt of his sword in a death grip quickly grasping at your neck. Pulling you forward to meet his helmet as he can feel you swallow. His eyes still looking down upon you with a menacing glow. “Where were you?”

“I-I must of lost track of time!” You stammer, your hands coming up to grasp at his gauntlet that holds your neck. Not tight enough to restrict air flow, but definitely enough to make it uncomfortable. A lingering warning.

“How? Reading too much of those petty little fantasies of yours?” He growls, moving you to where he would mouth words into your ear without his helmet on. “How about I make those true for you, hmm? Maybe then you won’t loose time.”

He pulls you by the neck, controlling how you move, making you fit between his legs as he switches places with you: him sitting down instead with you kneeling between his armored thighs. Not caring for the dignity here.

“Please me with those mounds of yours.” He gruffly demands. Spreading his legs a bit more for you to explore. His gauntlets finally leaving your neck when he takes note of your willingness to stay. “Don’t be shy. I’m sure you have read worse, little maiden.”

He watches as you swallow. His gauntlets simply resting on his own cuisse, waiting for you to make your move. Your pretty eyes looking up at him as if you were asking him out of all the knights for permission. He still gives you a slight nod though. A bit enamored with your respect, even with the position he put you in.

Your hand moves as soon as he gives you the go. Your movements a bit shaky, hesitant, but he makes no move to push you. To rush the process. If anything, the sight was making him aroused. To see you untying the straps of his codpiece and see the surprise in your eyes when his length springs free from its confines.

“Come on now.” He starts to push, trying to encourage you. “It doesn’t bite.”

“Shut up.” You grumble at him and roll your eyes at him, and he can’t help but chuckle at you. His form shifting in his seated position to get comfortable before he shivers, trying to repress his own groan that leaves his lips. The feeling of your tongue tracing a part of his length upwards before slotting your breasts around his member. The skin to skin contact a bit of a nice feeling.

“There we go…” He sighs, relaxing back, letting you do what you want to him as long as it’s still you giving him a titjob. His eyes going have lidded as he just watches the event going on between his legs. His member giving a twitch when you kiss his tip before fondling your breast to please his length.

This was certainly a way to relax, especially in a local library. However, with the tournament still on-going, it wouldn’t be too much of a problem to avoid the public eye if needed. Most would be focused on the winning knights there. Besides, you had picked a rather good place in the library to hide yourself in before he found you.

“More, little maiden.” He demands or more like moans at you. Tossing his helmet back before looking back down at you. One of his gauntlets gently rising up to thread through your hair. Lowering your head just a bit to tease your lips on his tip. “You’re doing well.”

It honestly doesn’t take him long for his member to give a twitch and coat your lips and the top of your bust with a milky white. The combined stress of the tournament, and frankly you? Pissed him off. Yet, he could think about that later. Right now? He was going to use you to his advantage.

He’s quick to move and switch places with you again. To have your chest pressed up against the bench he was just sitting upon. Your body bending in an awkward angle. His hands settling on your waist behind you and pulling you against him. His whole, armored body over shadowing yours, eloping you in his darknesses while his member twitches just below your clothed core. His cold helmet nuzzling into the back of your neck. Reminding words leaving his lips. “I did say I was going to be true, wasn’t I?”

Perhaps, that will be your punishment. To be fucked in the local library until you couldn’t walk without him as an escort. It would certainly make you favor him once more.

“@kit-williams” - Tagged cause I know you love knights.

“Don’t bullshit me.” You dare to curse, your eyebrows coming together in anger. Your hand tightening into a fist around your bladed weapon. “You manipulated me, made me trust you despite my refusal to do so.”

“Did I now?” He just hums at you, tilting his head as his hair falls from his shoulder. “Should I remind you of your times together? Or will I have to remind you.”

You would have winced at his words, but you didn’t want to lose your pride in front of this… asshole. He didn’t deserve it, but his simple words do remind you of the times you did have together. Only because you didn’t know the man was the Emperor despite your gut churning tightly inside of you, but it also fluttered for a moment too. Your heart being slowly charmed by this man’s persistence until he showed his true colors.

“Really?” You scoff, shifting your weight. Pointing at him with your weapon. “We only had our moments because you made it so, not I.”

“It takes one and some dedication to start something, no?” He smiles up at you, all full of false disgusting charm. You might even have preferred Nurgle right there instead of a man. You hear how well the followers are…

You would have winced at his words again though. He was always finding a way to contradict you by the smallest amount. It almost felt degrading, like he was nit picking at everything you have done and turning it against you like some drama filled family.

“One has to reciprocate the feeling.” You retort, folding your arms in a way where you can still have your weapon in your hand. “I did not.”

“Hmm, but you did.” The fucker almost sings, you can hear it in his tone, and you swear to god (not him) that you find a way to kill this man over and over. “You cried out to me, raked those little claws of yours at my back while I stuffed you full of me.”

You blink at his words, a bit surprised by his boldness to even voice such actions out before an embarrassed blush over comes you. You head moving to look away from this bastard. “You tricked me.”

“No, I courted you.” He rumbles lowly, finally moving from his spot and suddenly appearing right besides you. Your arms unfolding as you stumble back while you look up at his towering figure. Your thoughts breifly wondering how you even took this guy. “And you, little one? Fell for it.”

“Did not.” You argue quickly, without thinking. The hairs on the back of your neck standing up while you continue to take steps backs away from him while he advances. “I never accepted anything from you.”

“Oh, but you did.” He sighs, almost groans. The top of his body curling down to your height to quickly grasp at your neck. His touch surprisingly gentle with how he was portraying himself at the moment: imitating, dangerous. A grunt leaving you as you found yourself back against one of the many walls this being keeps you trapped in. “You took me.”

"Taking your cock doesn't mean shit." You spit at him. Glaring up at him even if he had the advantage on you. His face wincing slightly back. "If anything, that was a one-night stand."

"Foul woman." He sighs before tightening his hand on your neck, restricting some of your air flow. His turn to down glower down upon you. "You hurt me with your words."

"Bullshit, you don't have any feelings." You call him out, not even knowing if he had any or not but your mind thinks so. Your neck going under a bit of strain by his hand, but you will not oppose to his pleasure. "You're not even human. You don't deserve the title of "Emperor of Mankind.""

He gives you a sudden huff of a laugh, his form coming in closer as he painfully makes you look up at him. His breath painting your cheek as his eyes seem glow a bit more brightly. "You have no idea, little one-"

"I don't want to have an idea." You cut him off, testing his patience. The room feeling like it has gotten incredibly cold as this man snarls at you before coming forward to thrust is tongue into your mouth. His actions forceful, exploring your mouth anyway he likes while his other hand comes down to wrap around your waist a pick you off the ground.

“I’m going to break you, little one.” He growls into your lips rather calmly for a being that is angry. One of your hands having to brace yourself on his shoulders while the other hand with your weapon rises high above. His own strength hauling you up more upon him with ease. Stealing everything he can from you, the oxygen in your lungs included. “Then, you would have no other objections to spare.”

“You’re a cunt.” You manage to breath out, sacrificing you own air and energy to the man in order to try and get an hit on him as your thrust your armed hand down. “Gah!”

He makes you fall backwards onto a silky bed, making you miss your hit as his hands roam. Going from your waist and all the way up to your torso and to your armed hand. One of his hands wrapping around your wrist to keep such dangerous object out of the way, and to keep you pinned in place. The other hand? Sneaks under your waist line, sliding quickly over your folds and teasing you.

“Such a violent woman you are…” He purrs, his body looming over you, casting a shadow. His eyes watching every twitch of skin that betrays you. Upping the game by sliding his middle finger inside of you, making you still and gasp out for a second. “…All the more intriguing.”

He moves the finger inside of you, curling it in all the best places. Carefully watching you every single time you whither and groan out to his stoic amusement. His actions being particularly hard when you try and reject him.

"F-fuck you." You moan out, your body arching in unwilling pleasure. His hand around your armed hand tightening while his fingers go deep inside of you, making sure you are feeling him in any way. "Y-You are no g-god."

"Hmm." He hums at you, leaning down closer to you before giving you a chuckle. The sound masculine and seductive. His lips too close to your neck for your liking. His finger hitting just right inside of you where you gasp near his ear. "That's right, I am not."

“@kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.”

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He hasn’t stopped for hours. His infinite stamina overpowering compared to your humane endurance. His hands keeping you in place with ease for how he could- would just use you. His thrust unpredictable: fast, slow, deep, edging. He was staying true to his previous words that he would making you succumb under his whim whether you like it or not. Making you feel as if you’re on the verge of breaking before he back’s off and starts the process over and over again. It was like he was edging you of the inevitable but still makes you climax all over his cock.

There was resting points, however. Where he would let you regain just enough of your senses to where you can still feel him. Though, this is where his also fucks with your mind. Prying into your thoughts while your weak and trying to change them. Making them just like how he wants them. How he wants you to be: Submissive to him. You can save those foul words to someone else that has your wrath for he won't tolerate it.

His lips press up against the pulse of your neck, suckling and kitten licking for these brief resting periods too. Decorating your fragile skin (at least against his power) in purples and blues with a few of the bruises being yellow as they barely start to heal from how he holds you, uses you.

“You fucking bitch.” You sigh and curse at him. Glaring up at him despite your position, your state of exhaustion. One of your hands resting upon your chest and the other tangled in the sheets with the Emperors own hand pinning it there. “Satisfied with yourself?”

Your words hold more to them. Of what you believe him to be, and he knows that. Yet, he’s not one to confirm nor deny it. He’s stays like the mysterious asshole that he is. Staring down at you with an undefinable look of those golden eyes of his.

“Hmm, very.” He hums, unbothered by your still steaming hate of him. He has the power to change that, and he slowly is with how you don’t fight back against him. Not like you actually could.

You scoff at his words and roll your eyes at him. Daring to look away from him and the bare glory of him that anyone would die for to look at. Hell, even a creature of Slannesh would but that's an obvious thought. “Of course you are…”

“Don’t look away from me.” He demands of you. Moving his hand from yours to grasp at your chin and move your head back to look at him. His form leaning down as his hair falls from his shoulders. Creating a form of curtain around your head, making him the only thing you can look at. His golden eyes enrapturing you. “I am not done with you yet. Never.”

The Emperor leans forward more, pressing his lips against yours. A kiss that you don’t recuperate that makes him thrust inside of you to get you to gasp for him and claim your mouth. Not that he minds taking what you have left of you. He was going to devour you: body, soul, mind.

He moves his hips again. His thighs pressing up against yours that was coated with only your climax with a soft smack. Starting up another round that you never wanted. His own mouth swallowing your moans of unwilling pleasure as he takes and takes. Never giving you a chance to recover from what he steals from you unless he, himself wills it.

Not that he will give you a chance to do so. He’s going to keep you in a pretty gold cage that’s only available to his usage. Hang you up high in his quarters for him to admire, to break.

Oh, how that seems like a thrilling yet revolting thought for him. To deprive you of everything but him. Entertaining even if it weren’t for his title “The Emperor of Mankind.”

Well, his title didn’t say anything about being humane.

“@kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.”

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[eaJ, Safari Riot & VALORANT - Visions]

Visions in my head of this

You don't know the half of it

I've got dreams of lookin' up

Lookin' up, high as I can get

But nothing feels like how it feels

To know these things I don't know yet

The weight of everything

And everything's a threat

Sometimes, I'm trapped inside

And I don't know what I'm gonna do

But to take on the world

Is the only thing that we know how to do

I've got dreams (yeah, hmm)

Of finding out what all of this is for (what all of this was for)

It's you and me

And everywhere we go, we're leading to an open door

What all of this was for

We've made our mistakes, the good and bad days

But nothing really breaks if I got you

Look at the sky when you go outside

And know there is nothing

To keep me back from you (ah)

I've got dreams

Of finding out what all of this is for

It's you and me (and know there is nothing)

And everywhere we go, we're leading to an open door

To keep me back (keep me back, keep me back)

From you (keep me back, keep me back, keep me back)

To keep me back (keep)

From you (oh, oh)

To keep me back (keep me back, keep me back)

From you (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

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“Where am I? Am I…”

???: Welcome, [Y/N].

“Wait, Alpha Trion? How? I thought you were a fictional character where I’m from.”

Alpha Trion: I understand you’re perplexed of the situation. My brothers and sisters are appointing you to break the cycles of errors made by Optimus Prime.

“What? I’m confused. Why are you appointing me? I’m human, literally not qualified for the role. Maybe I’m dreaming all of this…I need to wake up.”

Alpha Trion: That is not possible, [Y/N]. You were in an accident back in your world.

“Accident? I…don’t remember how I died.”

Alpha Trion: You will remember someday, my child. As of now: Primus, the Primes and I chose you to fill in Optimus’ role. To break cycles caused by overlooked issues.

“…Forgive me, but are you hearing yourself? I’m…well, not really human anymore…I don’t think I’m “Prime” material for this kind of responsibility.”

???: Of course you’re “Prime material”. We’ve watched you since the day you were emerged.

“Alchemist? Who else is with us?”

Alchemist: Prima, Solus, even Megatronus. He’s right behind you.

Megatronus: Greetings.

Alchemist: Rarely comes out to greet anyone.

“Huh. So, do I have to replace Optimus or Orion when being reincarnated?”

Alpha Trion: You will be taking over his frame. Their spirits will guide you of the worlds they experience in.

Solus: You’ll get the hang of things, [Y/N]. Plus, it would be fun to see a former human as a Cybertronian.

Alpha Trion: Are you willing to take this opportunity to break the cycles?

“…If it helps me guide my way through this kind of purgatory, I accept.”

Alpha Trion: Okay…Your journey starts now.

[(A/N): Hello! I started a series of the [Reader] being Isekai’d to the TF continuities and becomes Prime himself.]