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by TheBringerOfNerds
You were an innocent, geeky girl with blood cancer when you died. You died while using yourself as a human shield during a school shooting to protect a popular jock/bully. When you were about to enter heaven, instead, you were sent and reincarnated to an alternate universe of The Justice League, combined with a couple of other DC shows as well.
You were reincarnated into a sort of alternate version of Maria Rivera, where you were given... The Belt of El Tigre. And now you were the hot superheroine La Tigresa.
That was 5 years ago, and since then, you've had a good life.
Words: 896, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: El Tigre: The Adventures of Manny Rivera, Justice League & Justice League Unlimited (Cartoons), Young Justice (Cartoon), Teen Titans (Animated Series), Miraculous Ladybug, The Flash (TV 2014), Arrow (TV 2012)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death
Characters: Reader, Original Female Character(s), Maria Rivera (El Tigre), Manny Rivera (El Tigre), Justice League (DCU), Members of the Team (Young Justice), Teen Titans (DCU), Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Diana (Wonder Woman), Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), J'onn J'onzz, Shayera Hol, Barry Allen
Relationships: No Idea who should be paired with Reader, Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Arthur Curry/Mera (DCU), Barry Allen/Iris West, Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Female Reader-Insert, Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Maria Rivera as La Tigresa, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, vote, Superhero Reader, El Tigre Belt, Alternate Universe - No Crisis on Infinite Earths (CW DC TV Universe), Training, superhero training, Flashbacks, Barry Allen is The Flash, Dead Darkseid (DCU), Jason Todd is Robin, Bruce Wayne Doesn't Leave Gotham (Arrowverse), Dead Lex Luthor
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Imagine Being Isekai'ed into KPOP DEMON HUNTERS (11)
Previous -
āMaybe thereās still a way. Y/Nās at home right? How can Gwi-ma hurt her if we allow Huntr/x to seal the Honmoon.ā Jinuās 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.
āWe canāt tell her. Itās not safe. Knowing her, she would try something.ā Beomās fingers were interlaced in his hair, eyes darting from the floor to the rest of the men.
āSo we just lie to her?ā Min hung his head, āYou donāt think sheāll find out?ā
āWe can worry about that after we make sure Gwi-Ma isnāt going to turn her into a soulless husk.ā Rae countered, shaking his head.Ā
It was a divided consensus.Ā
āWe could ask Huntr/x for help.ā Beomās brows were furrowed, eyes sharp. āIf they turn the Honmoon golden, Gwi-Ma wonāt be able to-ā
āThereās no guarantee that he doesnāt already have demons tailing Y/N.ā Abelās eyes were closed, darting around beneath his eyelids, running through different possible scenarios.
āAbels right. He probably already has demons waiting to drag her back to Gwi-Ma. Our best bet is to-ā
A shrill mockup of Soda pop rang out from Jinuās pocket.
āReally⦠that's your ring tone?ā Rae slapped a hand to his forehead. The upbeat popsong had snapped the tension in the air.
āItās Y/Nā¦ā Jinu whispered, his face illuminated by the blue glow of his phone.
Abel snatched the phone out of a shell-shocked Jinuās hand.Ā
āY/N? Is that you?āĀ
āAbel! Of course it's me, why do you sound so ⦠upset?ā The girl pulled the phone away from her ear, looking at the screen making sure she had dialed the right number.
āAbel, are you with the boys? Can you put me on speaker?ā Y/N brought the phone back to her head, laying in her bed.
āYeah, go 'head.ā Abel's voice crackled from her screen.
āI know you guys won't win tomorrow, but Iām proud of you regardless. Youāve worked hard, regardless of if it was for the right reasons. Youāve pushed past so many boundaries whether it be here on this side of the Honmoon or from before.ā Y/N yawned before continuing.
āThis is a huge decision that youāre 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 canāt do it without you guys.ā
Jinu was shaking, his eyes glassy.
āYouāve got a big day tomorrow, Saja Boys. Rest up, Iāll see you tomorrow night alright?ā Y/N hummed, before saying one last āGoodnight.ā
A heavy stillness weighed down on the men. Uncertainty, prodded like a sharp blade, chipping away at their conscience.
āJinu, youāre the one who banded us together. You make the decision.ā Min breathed out, his fingers twitching over the pink hair tie around his wrist.
āI⦠Y/Nās the reason weāre even able to think about going against Gwi-Ma. If sheā¦ā Jinu faltered, slowly lifting his eyes to his friends.
āUnderstood. Our priority is making sure Y/N is safe. Weāll keep our options open. Sheās meant to hang around Huntr/x for the Idol Awards, if we manage to get to her, weāll go through with plan A.ā Abel nodded, standing and reaching out his arm to Jinu.
āAnd if she isnāt?ā Beom whispered, slowly rising to his feet.
āWeāve got Jinuās song. That would give us enough souls to appease Gwi-Ma.ā 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.
ā
Before the sun had risen, Bobby had quietly used his spare key, bringing the Huntr/x girls with him to Y/Nās 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.
āY/N?ā Bobby rapped his knuckles against Y/Nās bedroom door.
āIām up!ā Y/N pulled her door open, rubbing her eyes tiredly.
āY/N, no eye rubbing. It causes keratoconus.ā Bobby fretted, whilst ushering her into the living room.
āItās fine, Iāll pay for whatever treatment anyways.ā Y/N joked.
āHm,ā Bobby frowned, his disapproval evident as he crossed his arms.
āOkay, okay, no more eye rubbing.ā Y/N laughed, elbowing Bobby gently.Ā
āThat's my girl.ā He nodded proudly, before the Huntr/x girls spotted Y/N walking towards them.
āY/N!ā The three girls chorused, rushing forward to greet the owner of the apartment.
āHey girls, are those pancakes I smell?ā Y/N laughed, wrapping her arounds around the trio.
āYep, I'm making you the breakfast I usually like to eat before show days.ā Zoey skipped back towards the pleasantly smelling kitchen.
āOh, yāknow for some reason I would have expected you guys to have cup ramyeon for breakfast.ā Y/N chuckled, eyeing the drinks on her marbletop.
āNo, of course not!ā Rumi slowly put her shin ramyeon noodles back into her bag, as if not to alert their producer.
āItās gonna be a long day, do you want some coffee? We have decaf and regular for you.ā Mira slid over the two drinks.
āThanks Mira! Y/N hummed, picking up a large iced drink.Ā
āOh, right, I havenāt really picked out what to wear today.ā Y/N sipped on her drink through a paper straw.
āI picked up an outfit for you.ā Mira supplied easily, rummaging through her bag. āHere use this. Paper straws can contain chloropropanols and PFAS chemicals. I bought you a reusable metal straw.ā
Y/N gasped, as Mira slid over the small fabric bag.
āAww thanks Mira! It has cleaning brushes too!ā
āOf course, only the best for our Y/N-ie.ā Miraās face was lit by a triumphant smile that she shared with the Huntr/x girls.
āOkay, now eat up, weāve still got rehearsals and mic check. The Honmoon has been cracking more lately so we want you to be close at all times.ā Rumi pushed a plate of perfectly cooked pancakes towards Y/N.Ā
Their beloved producer may have said that the Saja Boys were willing to help them, but Rumi, Mira, or Zoey werenāt willing to risk any harm coming to Y/N. Their faith was in her, not the Saja Boys.Ā 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 dawnās 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 wasnāt 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.Ā
āYouāre one of us, whether the world knows yet or not. Youāre a hunter too.ā Rumi gave Y/N a back hug, wrapping her arms around Y/Nās shoulder. The purple haired girl relished in watching Y/Nās face smiling back at her in the mirror.
āY'know, Y/N sings all our demos. What if we leaked them online and captioned it āHuntr/xās fourth member?!ā Zoeyās eyes were bright, a mischievous glint that brought Y/N some form of unease.
āErm guys, Iām not sure that's a good ideaā¦ā Y/N sweatdropped, āI just help write and produce your songs, I mean, Iāve never performed with you guys.ā
āThere's a first for everything.ā Mira hummed, enjoying how flustered the girl in the makeup chair was getting.
āAll your songs are three part harmonies.ā Y/N tried.
āWe have an amazing song writer and producer who can change them to four parts in a flash, donāt we girls?ā Rumi pressed her cheek against Y/Nās 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.Ā
āGirls, time for rehearsal.ā Bobby called from the entrance of the dressing room. āY/N they want you at the audio station.ā
To the Huntr/xās 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.Ā
It had to be.
ā
āTwo bands, one award.ā The show host began, holding up the respective groups light sticks. The large screen was playing a somewhat cheesy introduction.
āEvery snowflake is special. But one snowflake is probably the best. Who will be at the top of the mountain?ā 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.
āWhat the hell, I did not remember this.ā Y/N cringed, leaning back in her chair.
āI think we rock that look.ā Zoey snickered from the sofa of the dressing room.
āYeah, the Saja Boys must be petrified right now.ā Mira continued, tossing a gummy worm in her mouth.
āFans from around the universe will decide.ā The screen played a glass cracking visual before revealing the logo of the International Idol Awards.Ā
āFinally, the moment youāve been waiting for. Here are the five-year reigning champs of the International Idol Awards, Huntr/x!ā
How Itās Done began to play, as the Huntr/x symbol appeared on the left side of the screen.
āVersus the heart-stealing newcomers, the Saja Boys!ā 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.
āWho will win?!ā
āPlease, welcome to the stage, Huntr/x!ā The host called, gesturing to the wings.
Y/N blinked, snapping to attention.
āWhat, I thought you guys were on later?ā She asked, standing up alongside her friends.
āWe did too.ā Rumi frowned, throwing open the dressing room door, breaking into a sprint.
āAt least we get to seal the Honmoon faster!ā Mira laughed, sprinting alongside the four girls.
āWait, why am I running? Iām not performing.ā Y/N deadpanned from her spot next to Rumi.
āI mean you could!ā Zoey laughed, as they all reached the wings of the stage.
āOkay. This is it. For the fans.ā Rumi turned, facing the three other girls.
āFor the world.ā Zoey chimed in.
āFor us.ā Mira finished, as they all looked at Y/N.
āYouāve got this Huntr/x. Get out there and seal that Honmoon!ā Y/N cheered, pumping her fist in the air.
āYes! We win this, and then we celebrate with Itaewon corn dogs!ā Bobby cheered, pushing the three girls closer to the stage!
āWoo! 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.
āHere to perform their hot new single, Golden, Itās Huntr/x!ā The host introduced, as Golden played through the stage speakersĀ Ā
āI was a ghost I was alone ģ“ėģģ§ ģźøø ģģāĀ 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 Rumiās voice was completely healed. The girls were all running through the choreography with ease, as if it were second nature.
āY/N.ā A voice carried toward her, in barely a whisper.
āJinu?ā Y/N spoke before she turned, sure of the voice.
Ā āI lived two lives, tried to play both sides but I couldnāt find my own place.āĀ
Y/N turned, and yet though the person behind her resembled her so called wife, something was wrong. Jinu didnāt have red eyes, his posture was always perfect, not slightly slumped over.
āCalled a problem child 'cause I got too wild
But now that's how I'm getting paid ėģģ“ on stageā
Y/N shifted her stance defensively. This man couldnāt be Jinu, not only were his eyes the wrong colour, there was nothing behind them.
No warmth.
āWho are you.ā The girl snarled, already knowing the answer to her own question.
āItās me, Jinu. Come with me, I have something to show you.ā Jinu answered.
Instinct moved Y/Nās body before anything else. Her arms tensed, hands balled into a fist immediately.
Contact between her fist and the look-a-likeās chest threw Jinu backwards.Ā
A grunt of protest rang out from the demon's lips.
āI'm done hidin', now I'm shinin' like I'm born to be.ā
Rumiās solo was starting. This would mean that Mira and Zoey would come to the back wings. Surely they could help her.
āWe dreamin' hard, we came so far, now I believe.ā
āJust come with me, we wonāt hurt you.ā The demon now in its own form, revealed itself, grinning with its glinting red eyes.
āMake me.ā Y/N smiled, cracking her neck.
āWe're goin' up, up, up, it's our moment
You know together we're glowing
Gonna be, gonna be golden.ā
āFine.ā The creature snarled, āBoys, she wants it done the hard way.ā
A group of dokkaebi slowly circled Y/N.
āOh crap.ā
āRumiās killing it out there!ā Zoey gasped, as the make-up artists quickly touched up her face.
āLetās go finish this!ā Mira nodded, patting Zoey back in encouragement.
āYou didnāt say anything about a group of you rats.ā 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.
āY/N?ā Mira turned around, spotting the girl, fighting off a group of demons. Without a second thought, they sprinted toward the girl.
āAlright that's enough.ā 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.'
āYouāre on in twenty seconds!ā 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.Ā
āOh, up, up, up with our voices
ģģķ ź¹Øģ§ ģ ģė
Gonna be, gonna be goldenā
āWhat did you do to our Y/N?ā Zoey screamed, manifesting her Shinkal, throwing them toward the horde of demons.
āDamn, the hunters are here. Letās just grab her and go.ā The largest one said, narrowly dodging the knives.
āOh, 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.ā
The demons lifted up the unconscious body of Y/N and sprinted away from the wings, looking for an exit.Ā
Mira let out a cry of frustration, watching the demons run into the corridors of the venue.
āYou know we're gonna be, gonna be golden
We're gonna be, gonna be-ā
āRumi!ā Miraās voice called out from Rumiās in-ear. āThey took Y/N. Sheās unconscious.ā
āWhat?ā Rumi landed on the stage, watching the fans' faces melt slowly into confusion as she stopped singing.
āWhat do we do Rumi?ā Zoey asked, her voice dripping with desperation.
āGo after her. Iām coming.ā Rumi turned and abandoned the stage that was still playing Golden. There wasnāt 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.Ā
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.Ā
Why was she running away, and what were those patterns across her skin?
āWhere did they take her? Where are you guys?ā Rumi called into her mic, ignoring the staff that were frantically chasing after her, asking what was wrong.
āTheyāre headed toward exit C. Weāll meet you there.ā A static filled Rumiās ear afterward, signalling that both girls had taken out their mics.
āHang in there Y/N. Weāre coming.ā Rumi whispered, keeping her eyes fixed on the glowing green exit sign, her path lit by the LED light strips.
ā
āThey took her. She isnāt backstage anymore.ā Jinuās 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.Ā
āThen we need to move to plan B.ā Abel said grimly, his fists clenching around a now dented plastic water bottle.Ā On his wrist, a pink sparkly hair tie not unlike min's slid down.
āWhat was plan B?ā Beom mumbled from his seat on the sofa, not lifting his head from his hands. His wrist adorned a blue matching hairtie.
āWe 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.ā Rae recited, putting a hand on Beomās shoulder.Ā
āWe should get on stage now.ā Min stood up from his make up chair, herding the boys towards the door. āKeep it together.ā
For Y/N. They thought silently.
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Meanwhile, as the three girls finally exited the venue, barely out of breath.
āWhere do you think they took her? They couldnāt have gone far.ā Miraās eyes darted around, scanning the crowds of people trickling out of the stadium.
āThe Honmoon! Itās coming apart!ā Zoey stared at the now purple lines, seething away, fizzling at the edges.
āDue to the Huntr/x publicly abandoning today's stage, the International idol Awards have been canceled.ā A large screen began to play a new broadcast, to the girlās horror.
āHere are the winners of the International Idol Awards.ā
Bobby finally caught up, panting behind the girls. āWhat's going on?ā
āY/N was kidnapped. We need to find her. Iām sorry Bobby we couldnāt win today-ā
āShe was WHAT?ā Bobby looked frantic, whipping out his phone. āWhy donāt we call the police.āĀ
āArtist of the Year, Saja Boys.ā The screen said, as if taunting the group.
āWeāre sorry Bobby.ā Rumi teared up, āI know you worked so hard for this.ā
āThatās not important right now. We need to find Y/N. We can win next year. Go find Y/N, Iāll do press control.ā
āBest New Artist, Saja Boys.ā The news reporter read from her script.
āBobbyā¦ā Zoey looked conflicted, the three girls slowly backed up toward the gathering crowd.
āGO!ā Bobby looked up from his phone, his eyes set in determination. āY/N is more important right now. Iāll deal with everything else. Find our Y/N.ā
āWeāll call you Bobby!ā The girls ran, as the screens on the street began to show the Saja Boys.
āHey, everybody.ā A remorseful Jinu came from the screen, flanked by the rest of the boys.
āYou must all be so sad about the Idol Awards.ā He continued, placing his hands on his heart. āWe are too.
āYou lying asshole.ā Rumi sneered, glaring up at the screen.
āSo to cheer everyone up, weāre going to do a special live performance tonight.ā
āReally? Y/N is missing and thatās what they're doing?ā Mira pushed past the hoards of people. They seemed to be hypnotised, all congregating like sheep.
āMidnight, Namsan Tower. Donāt miss it for the world.ā Jinuās eyes held a softer look. Almost probing?
āWait. āFor the world?ā Is heā¦ā Zoeyās eyes flickered to the other two girls.
āIs he talking to us?ā
āItās worth a shot. Come on, let's go.āĀ Ā
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.
ā
The five boys stood, just behind the Honmoon, infront their stage. Each one drowning in resentment toward the demon lord behind them.
āWell done. Ready to begin? You know whatās on the line now.ā 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.
āGood, Iām ready to feast.ā The fire rumbled in amusement. Finally, he had broken-in his toys.
Stalking up beside Jinu, Derpy held one of Y/Nās 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.
ā
āThe stadiumās huge. How will we find her in time?ā Zoey panted, running through the halls that lead to the seating area.
āI donāt understand. The Saja boys said they wanted us to win. That they wanted to keep Y/N safe.ā Rumi panted, pushing past the mindless fans.
āThen why did they take her?ā
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.
āNo.. NO!ā Rumi screamed, roughly pushing past people that took no notice of her panic.
āGirls!ā A familiar voice called, over the chanting of āSajaā. Bringing a wave of hope into the three Huntr/x girls. āUp here!ā
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.Ā
āY/N!ā The three girls cried out, immediately climbing up the stands.
āGet off our Y/N-ie!ā Zoey threw her daggers with such force that they dented the wall, but not before they hit three demons squarely in the back.
āY/N, duck!ā Rumi flipped forward, bringing her sword down on the demon that was holding Y/N against a wall.
āAre you girls alright?ā The producer asked, dropping down to the ground and sweeping out the demon from itās feet with her leg.
āYouāre asking us if weāre alright? You were kidnapped! You have a cut on your face.ā Mira replied, frustration tinged at her voice as she swung her ź³”ė (Curved moon sword), decapitating several demons.
āIām fine, just a little banged up.ā Y/N spun around, kicking the last demon in the chest, sending him flying back into Rumiās sword.
āWow, maybe I should join you guys.ā 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.
āI changed my mind, Y/N you are to never join us in missions. Look at you.ā Rumi hurriedly rushed over to the girl, holding Y/Nās face in her hands.
āDamn it, we donāt have first aid supplies or ice here. Everything's back at the tower.ā 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 ķė³µ (hanbok).
āI canāt believe they would do this to you.ā Rumi shook her head, helping Y/N stand to her feet.
āIt wasnāt them. There was another demon, it looked like Jinu, a shape shifter. The boys would never hurt me. I swear.ā Y/N shook her head,Ā eyes closed in protest of her screaming joints as she moved to stand.
āI'll be your idolāĀ
āMy songā¦ā Y/Nās eyes blinked open, looking toward the stage.
āKeeping you in check (uh), keeping you obsessed
Play me on repeat, ėģģ“ in your head
Anytime it hurts, play another verseĀ
I can be your sanctuaryā
Abelās 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.Ā
Right now, his eyes were desperate.
Begging even.
āItās not them. It has to be Gwi-Ma. Heās making them do this.'Ā
āY/N⦠we-ā Rumi began.
āNo, look! On Minās wrist!
āKnow I'm the only one right now (now)
I will love you more when it all burns down
More than power, more than gold.ā
The purple haired man sang, a pink glittery hair tie on his wrist caught the stage light.
āThat's my hair tie. Heās wearing it on his wrist.ā Y/N pointed at the large screen, clearly displaying Minās wrist as he brought his hand up to his face.
āYeah, you gave me your heart, now I'm here for your soulā
Rae sang, a magenta hair tie adorned his wrist, matching his hair.
'They have actual names?' Mira looked taken aback.
āTheyāre all wearing sparkly hair ties on their wrists.ā Zoey pointed out, looking at Y/N, her face dawning in realisation.
āI'm the only one who'll love your sins
Feel the way my voice gets underneath your skināĀ
Jinu sang, his eyes trained on the audience in a dead gaze, a fake smile lining his lips.
āTheyāre 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.ā Zoey stood up next to Y/N helping her stand on her other side.
āHow can we be sure?ā Mira was still hesitant, holding on to some resentment.
āThose are Y/Nās hair ties. She wears them around her wrist for luck. She wore one today. Itās golden.ā Rumi gently took Y/Nās arm, lifting it to show the accessory.
āYeah, yāknow, for turning the Honmoon golden and everything.ā She smiled tiredly.
āListen, 'cause I'm preachin' to the choir
Can I get the mic a little higher?
Gimme your desireā
āWe need a plan. How do we stop this? The Honmoon is fraying as we speak.ā Mira led the way, as the rest of the girls slowly led Y/N back towards the stadium lobby.
āDo you guys remember What It Sounds Like?ā Y/N said, sitting down slowly on a bench.
āThe song we recorded not too long ago right? Alongside Takedown?ā Zoey nodded, leaping over the counter of anĀ unattended food stall, rummaging through a fridge for some ice.Ā
āYouāre 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.ā
āWeāve never practiced this song. We donāt even have a click track. Iām not sure we can-ā
āZoey, I know you can do it. Youāre hunters. All of you. This is what youāre meant to do. This is how you all shine.ā Y/N stood, accepting the makeshift icepack, letting it rest on her shoulder.
āRemember? We are hunters, voices strong.ā Y/N sang, her eyes glowing with an inextinguishable fire. In the background, the concert continued, blaring the voices of the Saja Boys.Ā Ā
āSlaying demons with our song.ā Rumi continued, coming to stand at Y/Nās left, taking her hand.
āFix the world and make it right.ā Mira sang quietly, standing in front of Y/N, holding Rumiās other hand.
āWhen darkness finally meets the light.ā Zoey finished, standing on Y/Nās right, holding her and Miraās 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.
āHow did weā¦ā Mira stared in wonder, āWe changed the colour of the Honmoon?āĀ
āNo, I think Y/N did.ā Zoey stared at the lines. They only radiated a few meters away from the group but they were visibly contrasting. āThis has never happened to us before.ā
āNo, this has to be a different Honmoon. Look, the lines are new.ā
āY/N you have to sing with us.ā Rumi decided, nodding firmly. āYou 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.āĀ
āBut I-ā
āWe donāt have time. Y/N youāve always believed in us. Enough to write songs whenever we needed them. Please, believe in us one more time.āĀ
āBesides, we kindaā¦ā Mira trailed off, looking sheepish.
āWe didnāt practice so we need you to guide usā¦ā Zoey rubbed the back of her neck, slightly embarrassed.
āYou guys wonāt take no for an answer will you.ā Y/N laughed, her voice almost being lost amongst the screaming fans.Ā
āNo, especially Rumi. Sheās been trying to get you to join us forever.ā Zoey gave a soft smile, adjusting the icebag on Y/Nās shoulder.
āOkay, so whatās the plan? How are we gonna tackle this?ā Mira brought all the girls into a huddle.
āThere's three sides to the centre stage. Weāll each take an entrance. Iāll stand behind Rumi because Gwi-Ma already knows about me and Rumi, it's likely heāll keep eyes on us.ā Y/N spoke quickly, her nerves buzzing in anticipation.
āWeāll 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.ā Y/N finished, fiddling with her phone.
āYou can get the backing track up? How does that even work?ā Zoey looked impressed.
āActually, itās not that hard. Iāll explain it later. We need to get into position. Everyone knows what to do?ā Y/N looked up, greeted by the expression of pure grit and resolve on all of her friends.
āLetās do this.ā Rumi nodded, bringing her hand to the centre of the group.
āLETāS DO THIS.ā The rest cheered.Ā
ā
The boys were now reaching the height of the song, stretching out their arms toward the adoring crowd,
āLiving in your mind now
Too late, 'cause you're mine nowā
Their feet began to leave the ground, bringing the screams of the crowd into a crescendo.
āThey can fly?ā Y/N blinked, gaping at the men who were at least two meters in the air.
āI mean, we can jump out of a plane and not die soā¦ā Rumi shrugged, looking unimpressed. āItās not that cool.ā
āI mean, do the fans not think this is at least some kind of suspicious?ā Y/N was astounded, trailing behind Rumi, removing her icebag and throwing it in a nearby bin.
āI will make you free (I will make you free)
When you're all a part of meā
āThats⦠actually a good point.ā Rumi mumbled, looking somewhat miffed. āI guess they think it's just special effects right?ā
āMakes sense.ā Y/N nodded, watching the men continue their song.
āpreachin' to the choir
Can I get the mic a little higher?
Gimme your desire
Watch me set your world on fire (world on fire)ā
āDid you write this Y/N?ā Rumi wiped off the residue moisture off Y/Nās shoulder, adjusting Y/Nās matching outfit.
āUh, yeah I did.ā Y/N winced, wiping at her cheek quickly. Her hand came back, dripping scarlet.
Rumi sighed, brushing a thumb under the cut tentatively.
āWeāre going to need to disinfect this after.āĀ
āHowād you know I wrote it?ā Y/N smoothed down Rumiās hair with her clean hand.
āHow could I not recognise your writing style?ā Rumi rolled her eyes, a faint blush spreading across her face.
āCome on, weāve got a Honmoon to rebuild.ā The purple-haired girl squared her shoulders, leading Y/N by the hand toward the stage entrance.
āYou're down on your knees, I'ma be your idolā
āOhā¦ā Ā Rumi began, her haunting voice echoing through the stadium. Making her way toward the crowd, the fans parting to let her through.
āWe are hunters. Voices strong. Slaying demons with our song.ā Her voice turned dark. Rumi had tapped into her demon voice. The patterns littering her skin glowed violet, her left eye turning yellow.
āFix the world and make it right. When darkness finally meets the light.ā Her right fingers grew into claws.
āYou come here like this?ā Gwi-Ma snarked, his cocky tone bleeding into his words.
āYou think you can fix the world? You canāt even fix yourself.ā
āI canāt.ā Rumi agreed, her voice hollow, her eyes were glazed over.
āAnd now, everyone sees you for what you really are.ā
āThey do.ā
āAnd now the Honmoon is gone.ā Gwi-Ma was all but sneering now.
āIt is.ā Y/N squeezed her hand.
āBut we can make a new one.ā Rumiās eyes cleared, her eyes snapping up to the purple hued fire, letting go of Y/Nās hand.
āNothing 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.ā
Zoeyās voice chimed in from the left stage entrance, taking over the melody.
āI 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 sideā
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.Ā
āI 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 likeā
Mira sang, as the three slowly walked onto the stage platforms, eyes fixed on each other.
āWhy did I cover up the colors stuck inside my head?ā Zoey sang, her chest beginning to glow.
āI should've let the jagged edges meet the light instead.ā Mira sang, clutching at her chest with her hand.
āShow me whatās underneath.ā Rumi sang, gesturing with her hands towards her two group members.
āI'll find your harmony,ā The three girls harmonised, their chests glowing the faint colour of the old Honmoon.
āThe song we couldnāt writeā¦ā
āThis is what it sounds like.ā Y/N stepped onto the stage,Ā joining the song, her voice rippling through the stadium like an autumn breeze.Ā
āY/N?ā Min whispered her name like a prayer. The men were frozen in disbelief.Ā
āWHY IS SHE FREE. I TOLD YOU TO BRING HER TO ME. STOP THIS SONG!ā 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.Ā
āWe're shattering the silence, we're rising, defiant
Shouting in the quiet, "You're not alone" ā
Y/N sang, as she walked forward, watching Rumi draw her sword.
āWe listened to the demons, we let them get between us
But none of us are out here on our own.ā
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.
āSo we were cowards, so we were liars
So we're not heroes, we're still survivorsā
The girls were slashing through the mass of demons, weaving through each of them whilst singing, getting closer to the centre of the stage.Ā
āThe dreamers, the fighters, no lying, I'm tired
But dive in the fire, and I'll be right here by your side.ā
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.Ā
Not only had Y/N changed the Honmoon, she had changed Rumiās skin?
Rumiās 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.
āWe broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass.ā
Y/Nās eyes caught Jinuās, she watched his cat like pupils dilate.
āThe scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds likeā
Y/N smiled, walking closer towards the front of the stage whilst the Huntr/x girls cleared a path before her.
āWhy 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 likeā
āY/N!ā Beom cried out, the first of the group to leave the stage, racing down toward her, throwing his arms around her.
āBeom, you look good in your ķė³µ (Hanbok)ā Y/N grinned, patting the youngest on the back.
Y/N closed her eyes, letting out a slight groan.Ā
āOkay, gentle please, I think I have bruised ribs.ā She complained, as larger, stronger hands held her up by her waist.
āYouāre hurt.ā Abelās deep voice sounded weak, as if all the air had left his lungs.
āHey Abel.ā Y/N laughed, wincing slightly, ā Sā not as bad as it looks.ā
āYouāre a terrible liar Y/N. You should leave that up to us.ā Raeās melodic voice chimed in, coming to stand in front of Y/N.
āWe need to get you home as soon as possible. To a hospital even.ā Min fretted, brushing Y/Nās hair back, checking her for injuries.
āIām fine Min.ā Y/N laughed, brushing back the oldest manās hair, revealing teary eyes. āHey now, don't cry.ā
āM not.āĀ
āOkay honey.ā Y/N smiled, before turning her eyes toward the man who had not yet come down to greet her.
āJinu⦠Wonāt you come say hi to your husband?ā She called out, giving him a forlorn smile.
āY/Nā¦ā He breathed out in response, body instinctively floating down towards her, ignoring the screams of protest coming from Gwi-Ma.Ā
āYOU DARE DEFY ME? YOU WERE NOTHING WITHOUT ME.ā
āI donāt deserve to forget.ā He looked onward, hands itching to delicately sweep over the cut on her cheek.
āThereās my wifey.ā Y/N smiled, sighing in relief as Jinu came to kneel before her.
āI stole your songā¦ā His claws cracked the stage as he dug his nails into the floor.
āYeah, well as long as you give me royalty fees it's okay.ā Y/N joked, hand lifting Jinuās chin.
āBesides, I wrote it for you guys anyways.ā
āAlright, youāve had a good enough reunion. We need your help to defeat Gwi-Ma.ā Rumi glowered, coming to stand between Y/N and the Saja Boys.Ā
āWe canāt keep just killing the demons he sends at us, weāll tire out.ā Zoey agreed, throwing her knives into the horde.
Suddenly the mass began to shimmer into petals, their bodies dissipating before everyoneās eyes. The petals were being sucked back into the fire on the main stage.
āWhatās going on.ā Mira narrowed her eyes, swinging her blade into petals.
Gwi-Ma seemed to grow larger, swelling in size as the petals fed his body.
āYou traitor.ā Gwi-ma snarled, āDid you really think that Iād let you live? Let your friends live?ā Gwi-ma began to cackle,
āYOUR VOICES CANNOT DEFEAT ME.āĀ
A split second.Ā
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.Ā
Only the soft caress of a gentle hand on his cheek.
āItās time to go home, Jinu.ā Y/N smiled, the purple flames raging against her back.
āY/N, no NO.ā 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.
āY/N!ā 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/Nās 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.
Trying to figure out how to draw armour.
These are some of my notes I uploaded on patreon. A lot more to come since I really want to figure this one out.
Synopsis: Youāre a spy disguised as a maid, sent to infiltrate the crown princeās castle and gather information. The mission never mentioned anything about being caught. Or worse, beingĀ kept.
And now heās willing to pay anything, just to keep your eyes on him.
Look At Me
You were currently in the chamber of the crown prince, excitement barely contained.
Itās been three months since you started working as a maid, your disguise. Three months of careful steps, lowered gazes, and quiet obedience just to reach this point.
You were tasked with cleaning his bedroom, something only highly recognized maids were allowed to do.
And now, you were finally here.
Alone in his room.
Or⦠so you thought.
But the head maid never told you the crown prince would be in there, waiting. Quietly watching you enter from his bed.
āIām sorry, your highnessāā you bowed immediately, lowering your head the second you realized he was there. āI wasnāt informed you would be present.ā
You had to keep your head down. It was a criminal offense to even make eye contact with the royalty.Ā
He just sat there, unbothered, on the bed. You could feel his eyes tracking your movement.
āItās fine.ā His voice was calm and dismissive.
Yet he didnāt move. He didnāt leave.
You looked up slightly to see if he was going to leave or not. Dang it! How else are you going to snoop around the room if heās still here?
You hesitated, then forced yourself to continue. If anything, this just made your job harder.
āIāll begin cleaning, your highness.ā
āHmm.ā Was all you got back, meaning he had no intention of leaving. And you were in no position to tell the prince of the country to get out of his own bedroom.
So you worked. Carefully, quietly, while avoiding his gaze.
But you could feel itā¦Ā
His eyes. Following you. And it was definitely not the casual kind of look. No, he kept watching long enough for sweat to collect around your collar.
āHow much do they pay you?ā
Your hand stilled mid-motion.
āYou mean my salary as a maid, your highness? Wellā¦ā you tried to answer as calmly as possible, fingers shaking with nerves.
āNot that.āĀ
Your shaking paused for a moment.Ā
āIām trying to hire you.ā
Fingers tightened slightly around the cloth, you braced yourself to speak. āIām already employed here, your highnessāā
āYou know thatās not what I mean.ā He repeated, eyes tracking the way your shoulders tensed.
Silence stretched between you.
āYou can drop the act.ā A soft step came from behind you.
āMaid.ā 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⦠Youād 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 hadnāt even heard him move.Ā
It made you wonder how long heās 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 princeās gaze head on.
āHow long have you known?ā you asked, dropping the act entirely.
His lips curved at the eye contact in delight. āLong enough.āĀ
His gaze didnāt waver. If anything, it sharpened. Like heād been waiting for this.
āFor someone so careful,ā he continued lightly, āyou do stare quite a lot.ā
Your breath caught. āā¦What?ā
āNot directly, of course.ā He stepped closer, his shoes clanked against the high quality flooring, unhurried.Ā
āYou watch me when you think I wonāt notice.āĀ
This⦠wasnāt part of your plan today. Your mind was twisting in horror now as you calculated for a way to escape.
āā¦So?ā you said, forcing steadiness into your voice. āWhat now? You expose me? Interrogate me?ā
āNo.ā The word came out too quickly.
Then, his gaze softened.
āI want to hire you.āĀ He let his words sink in for a moment.Ā
āSo? Name your price, and I will pay you triple, no quadruple the amount they paid you.āĀ
Your brows furrowed in confusion. The words still making no sense.
āYou⦠want to hire me. Actually?āĀ
He nodded firmly, the faint smile still on his face.Ā
But that was still vague. Did he want you to betray your initial employees, is that it?
No, more importantly, why hasnāt he disposed of you yet⦠He couldāve dragged you to the torture chamber and gotten all the answers out himself, why bother to pay?
āTo⦠spy back on them?ā 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.
āNo.ā He answered curtly again, and your guard immediately dropped at that response.Ā
What the hell does he want?Ā You couldnāt read anything from his face, only that unnerving smile stayed in place.
Then, a dumb idea came to mind.
āYou⦠want me to spy onĀ you?āĀ
He beamed at the question, like he was waiting for you to say those words. Like youād finally asked the right question.
āI donāt want you to spy,ā he said quietly, taking another step.
Your heart hammered against your chest as you stepped back instinctively from this prince.Ā
āI want you to watch.ā
Your breath hitched at another step your way.
āNot like before,ā he continued. āwithout hiding, and without avoiding eye contact.ā
Now there was nowhere left to go.Ā
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.
YouĀ couldnātĀ didnāt.
His fingers brushed your cheek. It was gentle, too gentle for a spy like you deserved.
āI want your full, undivided attention on me,ā he murmured.
His thumb tilted your chin just enough to force your gaze back to his.
āNot short, secretive glances. Full on watching me,Ā just like this.ā
You couldnāt look away. Not with him this close.
Not with his eyes fixed on yours likeĀ that.
āIs that too much to ask?ā
His voice softened further. Something almost thoughtful in it now.
āBecause Iām willing to pay for it.āĀ
He tilted his head, a small furrow forming between his brows.
āAll of it. Iām willing to spend all of my fortune for your time and attention.āĀ
You tried to shake your head in response, but his hand on your chin made it impossible to move away.Ā
āAll you have to do is give it to me. Hm?āĀ
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.
In this NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure, you're a common maid at the royal palace. There should be no reason for you to meet or speak to the Emperor, Kaeldral Nocthos. But why does he keep teasing you?!
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Ello, welcome to my Masterlist Anon! I hope you can find my writing enjoyable or perhaps cringe as I slowly grow my skill in this particular hobby! Either one is fine with me as long as you're having good fun out of it. If you would like to know some facts about me? Here's some that I have provided:
ā I go either by Ichor, Bleeding or more realistically PJ. I don't mind being called any of those ā My Favorite colors are Dark Purple & Lime Green ā Rather sleep in the cold rather the heat ā Favorite Characters? Way too many, but to list a few? Headless Horseman, Knights, Subject Delta {from Bioshock2,} Ahriman {From WH40K.} So far...
May I have a naughty fic with a yandere dark knight? He lost the jousting tournament and he fucks his frustrations out on the reader, making her give him a titjob.
āOh? Youāre more for the aggressive knights, eh?ā - Ichor
Summary - āA dark knight is angered when he loses his part in the tournament, and moves to find you to confront some things with you.ā
āMaiden.ā The knight growly calls for his lover. His armor of dark metal clicking against him as he moves with fluency. Searching for what is his. His helmet snapping to look in every little corner and dark shadow his little lover could be in. His steps powerful, almost demanding against the stone he stomps upon. Maids and nobles scrambling to get out of his way. Knowing to not piss off the angered knight anymore after what had happened in the tournament today.
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 werenāt there.
You werenāt there to favor him. To gift him. To see him win, and he blames you when he doesnāt. 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 hasnāt seen you all day, but that still doesnāt excuse your mistake of missing out on his part of the tournament. Well, not that he had won, and he wasnāt really willing to admit that to you⦠but he still didnāt gain your favor. Sure, he may have gained others, but he didnāt 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 wasnāt 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 doesnāt 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 werenāt 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.
āHaving fun, little maiden?ā 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.
āā¦You seem⦠stressed my knight.ā 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 āseems stressed,ā but oh⦠he canāt help but feel a pleased buzz that goes through him when you say āmy knight.ā It always pleased him. Not that he would admit it.
āIt seems you have forgotten something today.ā 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. āCare to remember?ā
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. āCourt of Gentlemenā 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 youāre reading. Though, that still doesnāt dismiss you from missing out of his tournament.
āOh, by the gods.ā 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. āDid⦠did you win?ā
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. āWhere were you?ā
āI-I must of lost track of time!ā 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.
āHow? Reading too much of those petty little fantasies of yours?ā He growls, moving you to where he would mouth words into your ear without his helmet on. āHow about I make those true for you, hmm? Maybe then you wonāt loose time.ā
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.
āPlease me with those mounds of yours.ā 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. āDonāt be shy. Iām sure you have read worse, little maiden.ā
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.
āCome on now.ā He starts to push, trying to encourage you. āIt doesnāt bite.ā
āShut up.ā You grumble at him and roll your eyes at him, and he canāt 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.
āThere we goā¦ā He sighs, relaxing back, letting you do what you want to him as long as itās 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 wouldnāt 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.
āMore, little maiden.ā 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. āYouāre doing well.ā
It honestly doesnāt 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.
Heās 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. āI did say I was going to be true, wasnāt I?ā
Perhaps, that will be your punishment. To be fucked in the local library until you couldnāt walk without him as an escort. It would certainly make you favor him once more.
ā@kit-williamsā - Tagged cause I know you love knights.
I saw your requests are open and Wh40k is on the list, so can I request a yandere!Emperor of mankind x reader with SMUT?
The plot is reader is a qualified mercenary and busy doing her mercenary stuff. She met Big E (not knowing it was him) and impressed very much so he decided to take her with him. The reader wasnāt pleased and tried to do what she could do to get the Emperor off her backā¦but didnāt reach success)
āHello Anon! It seems the Yandere!Emperor has made a few of you⦠worship him unintentionally like with his sonā¦ā - Ichor
Summary - āBeing a skilled mercenary means you would have some unusual employers⦠You didnāt think it would include a huge red flag covered in gold.ā
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||Words: 1.4k||TW// Yandere, Entrapment, Smut, Noncon/Dubcon Fingering(I do not condone these actions.)
āYou sicken me.ā You lowly growl your words at him. Eyes narrowed at him from where you stand: high above and away from his grasp. You werenāt a fool to be so close to a figure of ultimate power like him. A proclaimed god; an Emperor. āYou tricked me.ā
However, you have been a fool not to realize the maskās he wears.
You have this Emperor on⦠ācommon groundsā you would like to say, but considering you were on the job, taking care of things that your job required? It was more or less on enemy grounds, and he was in the way. In front of your target; talking to them as if this person didnāt cause atrocities that would have an hit on their back.
This target of yours has done the common thing: Pissed off a higher power. Something that not many would want to ever do, or even dare to do, and yet hereās your target. Wanted for foul words and⦠unholy actions upon young with the price of his head being quite a generous mount for such an easy kill. Well, besides the damn Emperor in your way, or at that time he called himself āHercules.ā A name you did hear upon historyā¦
Besides positively feeling he was giving you a fake name. You usually donāt take missions from the rich, you didnāt like the dance between them and how they hold themselves above, but there are some poor that can be just as evil as them. All because they might not have lived correctly. A saddening reason, honestly.
āTricked you?ā The golden titan below you looks up at you with a blank, eerie stare. His eyes softly glowing with hidden mysteries and power. āYou came to me willingly, little one.ā
āDonāt bullshit me.ā You dare to curse, your eyebrows coming together in anger. Your hand tightening into a fist around your bladed weapon. āYou manipulated me, made me trust you despite my refusal to do so.ā
āDid I now?ā He just hums at you, tilting his head as his hair falls from his shoulder. āShould I remind you of your times together? Or will I have to remind you.ā
You would have winced at his words, but you didnāt want to lose your pride in front of this⦠asshole. He didnāt deserve it, but his simple words do remind you of the times you did have together. Only because you didnāt 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 manās persistence until he showed his true colors.
āReally?ā You scoff, shifting your weight. Pointing at him with your weapon. āWe only had our moments because you made it so, not I.ā
āIt takes one and some dedication to start something, no?ā 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 areā¦
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.
āOne has to reciprocate the feeling.ā You retort, folding your arms in a way where you can still have your weapon in your hand. āI did not.ā
āHmm, but you did.ā 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. āYou cried out to me, raked those little claws of yours at my back while I stuffed you full of me.ā
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. āYou tricked me.ā
āNo, I courted you.ā 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. āAnd you, little one? Fell for it.ā
āDid not.ā 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. āI never accepted anything from you.ā
āOh, but you did.ā 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. āYou took me.ā
"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.
āIām going to break you, little one.ā 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. āThen, you would have no other objections to spare.ā
āYouāre a cunt.ā 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. āGah!ā
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.
āSuch a violent woman you areā¦ā 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. āā¦All the more intriguing.ā
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."
I read your Emperor x fem!mercenary and it was gorgeous, so can I request continuation of this story, the aftermath of encounter between these two where mercenary lies on the bed, tired and thoroughly pleasured(against her will but nevertheless) and the emperor on top, still inside(a bit of smut here), licking and kissing mercenaryās neck and she just sighs heavily, saying: āYou Bitchā¦satisfied now?ā Emps smirks at her and deeply kiss, starting another round.
āThis one is a bit short. I was trying to do it with a headache and was doing a multiple of other stuff.ā - Ichor
Summary - āAsk explains it well.ā
||Words: 700||TW// Dubcon, Smut, No Rest For The Wicked Apparently. {Previously}
Your breath comes in quick inhales, trying to regain what the Emperor stole from you. Everything and nothing. From soul to skin. He has you beneath him, withering for him. Twitching in overstimulation.
He hasnāt 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 youāre on the verge of breaking before he backās 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.
āYou fucking bitch.ā 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. āSatisfied with yourself?ā
Your words hold more to them. Of what you believe him to be, and he knows that. Yet, heās not one to confirm nor deny it. Heās stays like the mysterious asshole that he is. Staring down at you with an undefinable look of those golden eyes of his.
āHmm, very.ā He hums, unbothered by your still steaming hate of him. He has the power to change that, and he slowly is with how you donāt 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. āOf course you areā¦ā
āDonāt look away from me.ā 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. āI am not done with you yet. Never.ā
The Emperor leans forward more, pressing his lips against yours. A kiss that you donāt 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. Heās going to keep you in a pretty gold cage thatās 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 werenāt for his title āThe Emperor of Mankind.ā
Well, his title didnāt say anything about being humane.
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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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āWhere am I? Am Iā¦ā
???: Welcome, [Y/N].
āWait, Alpha Trion? How? I thought you were a fictional character where Iām from.ā
Alpha Trion: I understand youāre perplexed of the situation. My brothers and sisters are appointing you to break the cycles of errors made by Optimus Prime.
āWhat? Iām confused. Why are you appointing me? Iām human, literally not qualified for the role. Maybe Iām dreaming all of thisā¦I need to wake up.ā
Alpha Trion: That is not possible, [Y/N]. You were in an accident back in your world.
āAccident? Iā¦donāt remember how I died.ā
Alpha Trion: You will remember someday, my child. As of now: Primus, the Primes and I chose you to fill in Optimusā role. To break cycles caused by overlooked issues.
āā¦Forgive me, but are you hearing yourself? Iāmā¦well, not really human anymoreā¦I donāt think Iām āPrimeā material for this kind of responsibility.ā
???: Of course youāre āPrime materialā. Weāve watched you since the day you were emerged.
āAlchemist? Who else is with us?ā
Alchemist: Prima, Solus, even Megatronus. Heās right behind you.
Megatronus: Greetings.
Alchemist: Rarely comes out to greet anyone.
āHuh. So, do I have to replace Optimus or Orion when being reincarnated?ā
Alpha Trion: You will be taking over his frame. Their spirits will guide you of the worlds they experience in.
Solus: Youāll 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?
āā¦If it helps me guide my way through this kind of purgatory, I accept.ā
Alpha Trion: Okayā¦Your journey starts now.
[(A/N): Hello! I started a series of the [Reader] being Isekaiād to the TF continuities and becomes Prime himself.]
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On the day she lost her child stillborn, Evelyn Vyche narrowly escaped her hunters and survived.
She found refuge in a place called Herzen amidst the heavy rain.
āThe mansion where corpses appear without warningā¦ā
Despite knowing the eerie rumors about the Dukeās mansion, Evelyn couldnāt refuse the head maidās request to become a wet nurse.
She had been caring for the Dukeās daughter, who was blonde-haired like her dead baby for a month. It was then she first encountered the owner of the mansion in the garden on a summer night.
āWho are you?ā
āPle, pleasure to meet you, Sir. Iām Evelyn, the nanny to Miss Johanson.ā
āA nanny.ā
The Duke, who had been gently stroking her hair, then moved his hand lower.
āYou smell sweet.ā
āSometimes, my, my milk leaksā¦.ā
After his hand brushed her cheek and chin, and traveled down her neck, Evelyn held her breath.
āUnbutton your clothes.ā
As she doubted her ears and stood frozen, the Duke spoke again.
āUnbutton your clothes. Iām curious about what the child has been eating.ā