Trickbxbes

KUNG LAO

Kung Lao: I haven’t forgotten our spar after the dinner.

Y/n: *Chuckles* Mm, well if you ever want a rematch, I’d be happy to pin you again.

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Kung Lao: Tell me, (Y,n). You agree my hat is ridiculously effective.

You: It’s certainly one of those things.

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You: I will admit. You are amongst the more attractive Earthrealmers.

Kung Lao: Hm, there are few who compete with me in that aspect.

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You: Do all Earthrealmers carry your overconfidence?

Kung Lao: Maybe, but not my charm.

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Kung Lao: Visit Earthrealm again. I haven’t shown you the gardens at sunset.

You: Are there other things you wish to show me after dark?

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You: Either outcome in this fight, whether I’m atop or below you, I sense I’ll be satisfied.

Kung Lao: …W-well, let’s find out.

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RAIDEN

You: Aww, are you nervous, Earthrealmer?

Raiden: I may have lost the last time we fought. But that just makes me more prepared.

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Raiden: I hope our accommodations have made you comfortable.

You: Well, it’s hard to please a princess. Though, I’m sure you could help with that.

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You: Lord Liu Kang had to give you your power?

Raiden: My power, yes, not my skill.

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Raiden: I-I’m sorry?

You: I asked if you were good at plowing. You said you worked on a farm?

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You: We could not be any more different with our upbringings.

Raiden: Well, I wouldn’t change a thing for me.

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Raiden: I imagine I surprised Queen Sindel at least for a bit.

You: Oh, I’m sure you have plenty of surprises behind closed doors as well.

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LIU KANG

Liu Kang: You fought well in the tournament.

You: Are there other ways to impress you?

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You: You may be the protector of Earthrealm, but my realm needs no god to represent us.

Liu Kang: And I expect nothing less.

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Liu Kang: In a past lifetime, we were very close.

You: How close we talkin?

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You: Was I as incredible in your timeline?

Liu Kang: *Chuckles*, if you only knew.

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Liu Kang: I’ve seen you’ve been keeping my students occupied.

You: I have my ways of keeping them busy.

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You: Your hands, I wonder how they’d feel.

Liu Kang: I suggest lowering your expectations.

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JOHNNY CAGE

Johnny: Wow, I’ve seen beauties in my life but—

You: None compare to me, I assure you.

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You: Any ways to raise my respect for you?

Johnny: Not sure about that. But there’s other things you could raise.

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Johnny: You’d be a hit in my movie.

You: I’m still considering it!

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You: Your own stunts, huh? Impressive.

Johnny: Oh, honey, I’ve got all kinds of ways to impress.

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Johnny: Do you believe in destiny?

You: Your pickup lines bore me, skip to the good part.

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You: Am I the most obscene being you’ve seen?

Johnny: ‘Obscene’? I’d rather say majestic, incredible, badass.

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KENSHI TAKAHASHI

Kenshi: I wish your friendship with us formed on different circumstances.

You: Oh, don’t worry, I plan on tearing Shang Tsung limb from limb.

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You: Tell me, Kenshi, is it true your touching senses are heightened?

Kenshi: I suppose there’s one way to find out.

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Kenshi: Do you get the weird feeling of Deja Vu?

You: I have no idea what that means.

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You: Y’know, I’ve always wanted a swordsman instructor.

Kenshi: Did they not offer those in your realm?

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You: It’s been awhile, I hope your conquest has been going well?

Kenshi: ‘Conquest’, that’s a good word for it.

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Kenshi: Those lessons are available, if you desire.

You: I’ll warn you now, I’m a very ‘hands on’ learner.

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Hiii! Reader is based off same reader from a book I wrote 4 yrs ago!! (Beginning lowk ass but it got better I swear)

Pre!route Lucio likes to think he’s a top. He’s always been about being the center of attention. He finds and takes what he wants.

Is extra careful with his golden arm

Unless, you’re into being scratched by it—

A favorite position of his would be doggy style. He can take what he wants and man handle you any way he wished.

With every thrust, Lucio felt the pressure building. He had that iconic smirk plastered on his face. His golden claw gripped your ass, giving it a small slap. The impact, plus the ruthless thrusting, drew a cry from you. Your arms that were meekly holding yourself up, give out, and make you press your face into the mattress.

“Aww, don’t give out on me. I’m not done with you.”

His command doesn’t get a much tangible response from you. Just more whimpers escaping your lips as you clutch his pillow for support. Seeing your fucked out mind, Lucio chuckles deeply. His organic hand grips your scalp, lifting your head up lightly. You’re unable to defend, your eyes being rolled to the back of your head. Lucio presses a light and quick kiss on your neck before he slams your head back into the bed. His hips sped up, feeling that he was teetering on the edge.

“Obey your Count.”

Now, post!route Lucio is a slightly different story.

After all, he actually falls in love with you. That changes things. He’s less confident, less absorbed within his own pleasure. He more so wanted to make sure you were feeling just as good.

Lucio thrusted into you fast and hard. He was relentless, passionate. His hands grip your thighs, giving them a reassuring squeeze. He felt the plush skin underneath his organic palm. Your legs were over his shoulder as he pressed you further into the bed with every thrust. It was no royal quarters, just a simple Inn, but it kept the sounds within which is what mattered.

Underneath him was you. Your hands gripped at his shoulders with clamped eyes shut. The pleasure was completely eradicating any thought process in your mind. Lucio chuckled lightly, not stopping his pace. He kissed your inner thigh.

“I know that look… Close, my love?”

In response, you nodded, groaning out his name again.

Always eager to please you, and be praised by you, Lucio had a weak will. He’d act all tough, but one push from you would have him on his knees before you.

Around Lucio’s neck was a black collar with a thin chain attached to the middle. On his knees and holding your waist, the blonde gazed up at you with half lidded eyes. They were full of nothing but adoration, and submission. You smirk softly,

“Is it a taste you require?”

You tug the chain, beckoning his head closer to your body. Lucio whimpered lightly, finding it incredibly difficult to contain the tent in his boxers.

“Please…”

Julian tries to be the one in charge at first. He really does. But you can tell from the slight hesitance in his words and forced confidence that he’s only doing it to try and please you.

Little does he know that you really don’t need all that!

Julian’s lips meet yours once more with an indescribable passion. He groans softly against your lips as your hands snake their way into his hair. You massage his scalp, and give a small tug on his auburn curls.

“(Y,n)…”

He mumbles in the kiss, panting softly. You’d let your hands trail down to his chest and gently push him onto your bed. The shop had closed, and Asra was off traveling for more supplies. Meaning neither of you expected any interruptions.

Not breaking the contact, you began to kiss down his neck. Julian hums quietly, moving his head to give you further access to his throat, at your mercy.

“(Y,n)…. Let me…”

But his gasp of pleasure betrays him as you take a small nibble, your teeth grazing his sensitive area. His hands find your waist, his thumbs gently caressing the spot.

You pull back to see his lovestruck expression. His eyes were full of passion, his lips wet and slightly parted. Your hand gracefully cups his face, and he leans into your touch. With his eyes briefly closed, you say,

“No, let me take care of you.”

The surprise in his now widened eyes was unmistakeable. He gulps softly, wanting to object, but you silence him with a kiss. All the protests fades as he gives into your command, whimpering as you push him further on the bed and crawl in his lap.

Very vocal, I may add.

You’ll have to cover his mouth when you’re riding him or use your own mouth instead.

Broken gasps and rhythmic moans come out of his throat with every bounce on his cock. His beautiful sky eyes were rolled back, but he’d continuously try to gaze into your eyes instead. It wasn’t just the pleasure, but the mere feeling of knowing he was safe in your hands.

“(Y,n)…! (Y,n)…! (Y-Y,n)!”

Julian’s hair was a mess, but he simply didn’t have the hands to fix it. They were firmly at your waist, giving him some illusion of control.

You’d blink down at him, panting but smirking. “Yes, Julian?” You lean down to bite his bottom lip before he could, drawing another palpable sound. It was music to your ears, sweet like honey.

When the male couldn’t respond, his lip quivering and his brain too hazy, you connected the dots.

“Mm, gonna cum for me?”

As if it flipped a switch in his brain, he refocuses on grounding himself. His grip on your hips tighten and he nods rapidly.

“Yes… yes! For you. Only for you.”

Because that’s what he was, yours. And when you’d grant him permission to fill you up, he’d do so with a fierce groan. Eyes clamped shut and his face toward the roof.

Switch, but mostly tops. They just oh so enjoy seeing you squirm underneath him.

Speaking of, can be a tad unfair. They’ve always been a little coy and that just amplifies in the bedroom.

“Ah, keep holding on… I know you can do it.”

If you beg enough, they’ll go easier on you. They can’t bear hearing your sounds of displeasure (even if it’s really not). They just want to please you.

And speaking of again, very eager to please. Enjoys giving more than receiving, but what else is new.

Sometimes they just can’t help themselves. There’ll be an hour left for the shop to be open and they just wrap their arms around your waist from behind.

“Asra… people are gonna see…” You’d murmur as Asra pressed soft kisses from your collarbone up your neck.

“Then let’s close early… it’s been a slow day anyway, (Y,n).” They’d nibble on your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. Gingerly, they squeeze your hip affectionately before they’d go to lock the shop for the night.

Asra finds themselves in between your legs quite often. It might just be their favorite place, their favorite hobby. Absolutely pleasing you and drawing every sound from your throat.

“A-Asra…!”

You’d whimper and grip his scalp a little tighter. Their white curls fit perfectly in between your fingers.

Asra hums as they continue to go down on you, sending vibrations against you that simply make your senses heighten. Even though you couldn’t see it, you could imagine their smirk.

And when they’re inside you? Asra is on cloud nine. But they’ll always focus on your orgasm first. They’ll concentrate hard on it, not allowing themself to finish before you.

Asra’s amethyst eyes bore into your own. With every thrust, another wave of pleasure spiked within you. The gaze your lover carried, it couldn’t be put into words. Something so beautiful, as if you were the only thing that mattered in the world. It’s enough to make that familiar feeling pool in your stomach.

“Asra, I’m… I’m close…”

You pant, clawing at their chest as another rhythmic moan leaves your lips. Asra smiles lovingly and holds you closer.

“Unravel yourself for me, darling.”

They pick up the pace with their thrusts, going harder and deeper.

When you’re both finished, if Asra topped, your snow haired lover would pull you into their arms once more. Your head resting comfortably against their chest.

Their heart would be beating fast, but slowly begin to calm with time.

If Asra took the sub position, they’d cuddle you close no matter, pressing their forehead against your own.

Gentle face kisses as Asra commends you for doing such a good job.

Asra would draw you a bath no matter what position they were in. Making it for you but also never declining an invite to join.

They love you unconditionally, and they revel in the opportunity to present that to you during intimate times.

With your free hand, you begin taking out the groceries one by one, starting with the eggs. “Yeah, I should probably go too. I love you, bye.” You hang up the phone with a warm smile.

In the time that’s passed since the Squid Games ended, there have been a few changes clearly. You were no longer living with your dad, now having your own home. Opening up the fridge, you start to set in the designated items. That is until you hear your front door beginning to unlock. A soft voice was muffled by the wood. A voice you recognized, Dae-Ho.

Your lover opened the door, and he wasn’t alone. Strapped to his chest in a pink baby carrier, was a baby. “Yeah…! We’re home now. I bet you’re hungry, yeah?” The male cooed toward the baby as he took off his shoes. The sight made your heart warm. You close the fridge and approach. First, you cup the baby’s cheek.

“Aww, did Jun-Hee have fun with her aunties?”

This baby wasn’t of your blood. After the games, you and Dae-Ho were the only survivors. Gi-Hun had sacrificed himself on the final tower, leaving you and Dae-Ho to care for Jun-Hee’s baby. Since your good friend never got to name her, you thought of the next best thing. Naming her after her mother, who loved her dearly.

It took some time to get used to everything, but now you and Dae-Ho had found some sort of peace. It was the best you could get after all the horrors you’ve witnessed. Countless nights did you awaken to the terrors. You watched your friends die, one by one. But thankfully, you weren’t alone.

Dae-Ho smiles kindly as you cup his cheek next. You plant a kiss on his lips and back away, taking baby Jun-Hee with you. Dae-Ho took off the baby carrier and started putting away the rest of the groceries.

“Yeah, I’m surprised she isn’t all tired out. She played hard.”

He chuckled. You bounce Jun-Hee in your arms a little before letting her rest against your shoulder and chest. “Ah, you spoke too soon, babe. She’s already dozing off.” You head to your shared room with the male, passing by a framed photo of the three of you first getting the house. Gently, you set down the baby in bed so she could get some sleep.

When you walk back, you flick on the nearby lamp. Dae-Ho meets you halfway, finishing the earlier chore. His arms envelop around your waist, pulling you to his chest. He rocks you gently, kissing the side of your head.

“You’re beautiful.”

The sun was beginning to set outside, casting an orange glow into your living room. The lamp nearby illuminating the room further. You smile. It seemed hard to believe. That after everything you’ve been through, you’re still able to find an anchor through all this madness. You were able to escape with him.

“I love you.”

You meet his eyes, your eyelashes fluttering. Dae-Ho visibly softens at your gaze, leaning in. “I love you.” He presses his lips against your own. Everything felt perfect, well, as perfect as you could get anymore.

But when you opened your eyes, you noticed something from the corner of your eye. Your lamp, how it shifted. The lamp itself moved a bit strangely, as if wiggling. “What…?”

And then you snapped back to reality.

Two bullets entering your chest. The instant pain that followed the sound of machine gunfire. Your wide eyes staring at your killer, Young-il.

You remembered now. You were taking the magazines to your friends because Dae-Ho couldn’t. You reached Gi-Hun and Jung-Bae and were asked to get the magazines to Young-il and some others.

What you didn’t expect to see, was your supposed friend delivering machine fire on your allies. He stood tall, holding his walkie close to his mouth. He locked eyes with you. You were unable to tell exactly what he was thinking, or feeling. Was he feeling anything at all? You didn’t know, and he didn’t give you the time to think on it.

And so, you laid there on the ground. A pool of blood surrounded your body. Your life was slipping away faster than you could blink.

Whatever it was you saw, whatever dream, it didn’t belong to this reality.

31 Years Ago

          “Behind you!”

“Gotcha!”

A much younger Stanford slid behind a woman in his kitchen. The woman was no other than you, in the vessel you had possessed for the longest time. You stood in front of the stove, cooking some bacon for the two of you. The delicious aroma filled the room, creating a wonderful atmosphere. 

“How’s the bacon coming, Angel Eyes?”

His nickname for you, it always made your heart skip a beat. You still weren’t used to it. You didn’t know why he insisted on calling you that. He knew your real name. But nevertheless, it made you warm. “Still calling me that, huh?” You comment lightly. Ford wraps up some butter and closes the fridge. His smile never left his face. 

“Yeah, do you… want me to call you by your real name instead? If that’s what you’re more comfortable with—“

“N-no! It’s… it’s okay.” 

You smile sheepishly back at the male. Your shimmering eyes gazing into his brown orbs. But thanks to you being caught off guard, you don’t notice the bacon grease beginning to bubble higher. With a hiss, a bubble in the grease pops and lands right on your hand. 

“Ah—! Dang it…!” You retract your hand, holding it with pain. Ford quickly rushed over and turned off the stove, he sets the pan onto a different, more cool burner. Taking his hand lightly into your own, he leads you to the sink so you can wash off your wound. 

“Are you okay?” He asks tenderly, his touch gentle. You nod, not noticing the way he held your hand, not processing how comfortable his skin felt against yours. “Yeah… man, you mortals have it rough with such fragile skin…” 

Your reply makes Ford laugh, his eyes closing as he grins. You find yourself staring, thinking of how nice of a laugh he has. Ford reopens his eyes and neither of you seem to move from your spot. Your hand resting atop his under the running water. 

Ford’s the first to pull away and end the moment. He clears his throat subtly. “Are you still okay to search for the ‘Quickster’ today? I can get a first aid kit—“ 

“I’m okay, Stanford.”

Your reassurance eased the male’s nerves ever so slightly. The mark on your hand was a simple red bump, nothing too bad. Ford adjusts his glasses and approaches the dining table once more. “Great! Then I’ll wrap up breakfast and we can go!” 

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       Now out in the forest, you and Stanford were creeping low. It was the beginning of Autumn. The leaves in the trees already turning a beautiful shade of amber and reddish browns. With every breeze of the wind, some more leaves would gently fall to the ground. The scent of pine was most prominent. Mother Nature really was a wonderful thing, and you’d tell her that. 

The two of you step out of Ford’s vehicle. Sadly, teleportation was not in the cards for you while in a human form. The doors open and close with a creak and a click. 

“Alright, this is where I last saw it when I looked through it’s eyes.” 

You inform your ally. Your power was useful when it could be used while in a vessel as well. Being able to see through anything’s eyes. The two of you were here on a hunt, for a beast Ford named, ‘The Quickster.’ Ford takes out his second journal, skimming the page. 

“This dang thing is always gone before I can get a good sketch of it. If we can sneak up on it, maybe I can finally study it.” He explains to the audience what exactly his intentions were on this expedition. Both of you crept forward, trying to find this creature before it could move on. 

“You know, Angel Eyes. I’m surprised you never thought of making an entire catalogue dedicated to the creatures of this town. There’s just so many!”

Ford whispers, making sure not to step on any of the dead leaves. “You make a good point… I guess I never thought about that.” This kind of thing was completely new to you. Having hobbies, was completely new to you. You usually just did as your told and moved on. If they wanted to sell a piece of their soul to get what they wanted from you, it wasn’t your business. But you were enjoying your time with the male, more than you ever did with another boss. 

“There…! Footprints!” 

Ford whispered and bent down by the print in the ground. It was a paw of sorts, only having three toes though instead of a usual four. The brunette man began to sketch the image into his journal in a smaller part of the page. You rub the back of your neck, watching. “Now we just have to find the actual creature…” You trail off. Ford finishes up his sketch and looks back to you, but pauses. He seemed somewhat entranced by something behind you. 

Following his gaze, you see some butterflies flapping their wings over. They weren’t normal insects however, these ones glowed, leaving a sense of shimmering with each flap. 

“Woah…” You lift your hand to gently hold one in the palm of your hand. Ford grins ear to ear as he flips to the next page in his book and started to draw the critters. “Stay still!” He calls, not taking his eyes off the paper unless it was to look at the butterfly once more. His concentration kept him so caught up, that he didn’t notice until it was too late. A glowing butterfly landed on his nose. 

Light giggles escape your lips, not wanting to scare off the butterflies. Ford’s two pupils reach the center of his eyes to observe the creature. 

“Very… bright…” He smiles a bit goofily. Undoubtedly studying the creatures in front of him. He had to, for anything he ran into out in these woods. It was in his mind as a scientist. “We’re a mile from Lake Ambertree, right? These butterflies must reside only in this area.” He starts to create his own theory in his brain. You lift your hand slowly, allowing the butterflies to flutter around and or land on your body. Two of them do to your right arm. “Yeah… maybe they have a nest nearby. Do you think they follow migratory patterns like monarch butterflies? That’s why you’ve never seen them here before?” 

The butterfly by Ford flies off his nose, granting the male a view to a rather majestic sight. You, the sun shining behind you, with butterflies gently flapping their wings slowly on your body. Your gaze was focused on the insects, making your form look like some sort of art piece. 

“Stanford?”

Your sweet voice snaps him from his thoughts. He didn’t realize he was staring. “Oh! Sorry, that’s a good theory. I’ll have to investigate that further on a different day, maybe bring Fiddleford along.” He clicks his pen, pushing his glasses further on his face. His cheeks warm. You spot the blush apparent on his face and blush lightly yourself, chuckling. 

Ford gets you both back on task as the butterflies begin to move on. “Now then. As wonderful as those creatures are, we’re here to find The Quickster.” He closes his book and sets it back in his large coat pocket. “Angel Eyes, can you look through it’s eyes again?” He asked of his adored lab assistant. You nod calmly, feeling relaxed from that experience. “Yeah, let me just…” You do so, and go rigidly still. Your face paled as you froze where you stood. Ford takes notice of your mood change. 

“What’s wrong—“

And then when he felt hot air briefly touch his back. A breath. Ford felt all his hairs stand on end as he slowly turned around to face the magnificent beast. Within the air, above his head, teeth began to slowly reveal themselves. It was a mouth, drooling and red on the inside. Only, it opened as if the monster was sideways. It’s mouth was vertically opening on it’s face, splitting it in two most likely from the size of it. Ford’s pupils shake, as he comes to a terrifying conclusion.

“It’s invisible!”

“Stanford- LOOK OUT!” 

Your concerned shout triggers Ford to quickly jump aside, dodging the beast’s attempt to bite into his flesh. After it misses, the mouth closes and the beast once again disappears. 

You and Ford regroup back to back, looking around it. “So… it’s a carnivore. Those teeth tell me all I need to know…” The ladder can help but make that distinction. He takes out his laser gun, holding it out in a ready position. “Can you stun it?” You ask, a bit nervous in all honesty. “I can’t shoot what I can’t see!” Ford replied, just as anxious as you. 

Suddenly, Ford is struck to a tree with a ‘twack.’ You gasp, raising your hand in his direction, panicked. “Stanford!” But you’re not given much time to tend to the dazed male, when you feel the beast grab you in it’s mouth. The teeth around you were sharp, but not digging in enough to wound you. Either way, it was terrifying. “Let me go!” Your pleads do nothing as the beast starts running away with you in it’s mouth, it’s drool pouring all over you. 

Ford groaned, holding his shoulder as he regained his senses. But once he hears you call his name, he snaps back to reality. 

“Ford!” Your figure was disappearing by the second. Ford extends his hand out to you. 

“(Y,N)!” 

His screams do nothing, and he knew he had to act fast. Scrambling to his feet, he makes chase after you, making sure to follow the footprints he so diligently took note of. 

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         Ford was barely able to catch his breath. He managed to follow the tracks and reach a large cave. The man had no idea what lurked inside the darkness. He took out of his pockets the only four things he had on him. His journal, a flashlight, a small knife, and his laser gun. It wasn’t a lot, and he didn’t know how many of creatures were hiding in there. But he had to try. He didn’t know how much time you had. 

“I’m coming, (Y,n).” 

With that, he enters the dark cave with stealthy steps. 

Meanwhile, you found yourself hiding behind some rocks. The cave was dark, the only light being from a faint glow of a strange algae in the walls. The creatures didn’t even need to be invisible. 

But while you were down there, you got a glimpse of the creature’s true forms. Their skin looked smooth, as if made from stone almost, or comparable to a baby’s skin. They were gray, with four legs and no tail. 

The beast had three children, who were on the hunt searching for you. The mother sat in the center of their den, waiting patiently. You were being used as a hunting lesson. You didn’t dare mutter a word, afraid you were going to be caught. 

Peeping your head over the rock, you see your chance to sneak over to a different hiding spot. You were steadily getting closer and closer to the exit. You’re not caught thankfully. One of the cubs playfully pawed at a stone instead. Although they weren’t as big as their mother, they were about as big as an average grizzly bear. 

Keeping your eyes on the creatures sniffing around, you start to slowly step backward. 

You feel your back bump into something, making you about to scream. But a hand covers your mouth immediately, silencing you. When you look to see who it was, you were barely able to notice through the darkness, that it was Ford. You sigh with relief and look back at him, knowing what the plan must be. “Oh, thank goodness you found me.” You whisper to him. “Are you alright? Are you harmed?” Ford asks quietly as to not attract attention. You shake your head, brushing off some dried off drool. 

Ford validates your thoughts, pointing to the cave exit, the way he came in. There was only one way in and one way out. “Good, let’s keep it that way.” 

The two of you attempt to tiptoe out, but then, Ford steps on some gravel. The tiny rocks crush under his feet, and the sound echoes in the cave. You’re frozen for a moment, alongside Ford, hoping, praying. But then one of the smaller beasts turns the corner. When its eyes landed on you both, its face split apart to let out a roar. 

“Run!”

Ford fires off a blast from his gun that makes the pup cry out in pain, scampering back. You and him run together, and hear the mother’s enraged roar. Ford turns his head and sees the beast pouncing, about to land on either one of you. The male didn’t have time to think of a carefully calculated plan. He only had one concern in mind. You.

“Look out!” With a mighty shove, Ford pushes you out of harm’s way, leaving himself to the monster. 

It crashes atop Ford, the male below making an ‘ack!’ sound. The sudden attack made the male drop his gun. The object slid away from him a few feet, too far for the male to grab. You whip your head over and gasp. 

“STANFORD!”

Extreme amounts of anxiety bubbled up in your chest as you tried thinking of some sort of plan. The monster had its claws on Ford’s chest, holding him down. The gun was on the other side of the man. You’d have to book it now in order to grab it before the monster kills Ford. You absolutely hated how useless you felt. All you could do was make a run for the only other weapon around. 

The monster then digs it’s nails into Ford’s chest, making the man let out an agonized scream. His blood curdling hollering echoed throughout the cave and bounced back, making the sound louder than ever. Ford acts fast, taking out his small knife and stabbing into the creature’s leg. It roars in his face, experiencing a fraction of the pain it inflicted on the human. 

When suddenly, everything goes white. The once dark cave was now illuminated by an invisible light. Every creature other than Ford lost all color. This was the plain in existence that comes forth whenever one makes a deal with a demon. The same backdrop that appeared when Gideon made a deal with Bill. Time was slowed entirely. 

“What the…” Ford looks to his right and sees your body dropped to the ground, unconscious. Instead, your diamond form floated forward. Your eyes were black. You were mad. The same darkness in your form that Bill had. 

You ominously and silently float forward.

“Burn.”

Red flames appear on the beast’s body, lifting it up off of Ford, and then slamming it into the ground a few feet away. The flames began to completely swallow the creature. Its eyes dart around, but it’s unable to move. Then, the flames slowly turn blue. The same blue that Bill had. The monster began to whimper out in pain, feeling the flames. But it was still unable to move. 

Ford watched, his eyes widen with shock and wonder. He just saw your back facing him, as you faced blue flames. You were silent, just eerily floating there. 

“(Y,n).”

His voice muttered. It was hesitant, but insistent. You shift your diamond body back to look at him, and see his gaze shift from you to the monster’s cubs. You realize what he’s trying to say. Although it did so much damage, it was still a creature trying to care for its children. 

Through Ford’s point of view, his eyes fluttered, the pain making him on the verge of passing out. The darkness in your eyes fade, and you reach out to him just as he falls unconscious. Everything went black. 

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       When Ford awoke, he felt droplets of water on his cheeks. At first, he thought it was rain. But then he heard sniffling. His eyes weren’t open yet, he was relying on his other senses. The pain of his injuries were still very much prominent. But he was laying on something semi soft. Not soft enough to be a bed, but warm like one. Then, he realized. He was in someone's arms.

“Please… please wake up…!”

It was your voice. 

“I’m not strong enough to carry you back to the car…!” His eyes began to slowly open. He was outside, definitely. The smell of pine returning to his nose. The sun was beginning to set. It cast a warm glow of orange against the autumn leaves and trees. 

You must’ve dragged him out of the cave, but that’s all you could make it to. 

“No one’s ever been so nice to me before… please wake up…! I-I never got to tell you… I can’t lose you…!”

Your tearful and heartfelt confession kept you from realizing Ford was waking up. He felt his own heart skip a beat. Is it possible you felt the same way he did? He didn’t know what to say, or think. All he could do was mutter,

“You won’t.” 

A soft gasp escapes your lips. You look down and see Ford staring up at you in disbelief. A heated blush spread across your cheeks. There’s an uneven silence between you two. Until Ford lifts his hand shakily and cups your face in his palm. You lean against his touch, not breaking eye contact. The way your eyes shimmered in the sunlight, it made you gradually look prettier in the animation. As if you were prettier in Ford’s eyes. 

“Angel Eyes…”

His thumb gently caressed your cheek. Your heart tugged down toward the man. Your head tilting downward a bit as you continue to cradle him. “Are you okay…?” You ask, smiling with relief. Ford blinks slowly, he felt like he was dreaming. The pain in his chest didn’t compare to a different sensation inside it. 

“I’m okay...” 

Ford’s eyes dart to your lips and back to your eyes. A silent signal. It were as if some invisible force was pushing your heads together. And no, it wasn’t the monster. And soon enough, both your and his lips press together. The two of you close your eyes, and deepen the kiss. His hand never left your face, holding it tenderly. 

It should’ve scared him, what you are. A demon using a meat puppet to walk and talk in this mortal plain. But it didn’t. He embraced it. He welcomed the weirdness. He just wanted you. 

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        Back in the house, Ford was shirtless, his chest and stomach wrapped in white wraps. He sat on the couch, where a first aid kit laid on the side. On the coffee table, was an open sewing kit. The way it wasn’t neat implied it was used recently. Ford was, of course, finishing his research page in his journal on the beast. He smiles and taps his pen against his chin. 

“How does ‘The Invisabeast’ sound?”

He asked, proud of his punny title. You re-enter the frame, holding two mugs of warm tea. A small string sticked out each mug from the tea bag. You set one down on a cup holder next to the sewing kit and sit on the couch. “I think that sounds pretty good. Now, cmon, take a break and drink this. It’s supposed to help your body heal.” You bring the mug up to his lips. But Ford wasn’t done talking. 

“Although it isn’t technically invisible, but using camouflage with its changing skin—“

“Ford.”

“I wonder what type of microbiological input was added, maybe the same in chameleons? Although it must be more diverse because the terra—“

“Stanford—“

“—It’s able to not only change color but match its surroundings itself, almost like a mirror of sorts. So if I include that data with—“

You peck his lips, surprising the male, but not enough to stop his yapping. He just smiles cheerfully, continuing to ramble. “—some cross—“ You kiss him again. Ford’s eyes close halfway as he lazily smiles, still talking. “—species… mm…” He finally gives in and kisses you back, humming against your lips. After a few moments, you pull back and replace your mouth with the mug of tea instead. 

Ford concedes, drinking some of the warm tea. He sucks in some air and then sighs.

 “Ah… here I thought you liked my scientific rambles, (Y,n).” 

He turns his head to you, his tone lighthearted. 

You rest your head against your hand, gazing at him lovingly. “Oh, I do. But I also like you being, Y’know, alive.” You mess with the slight curls in his hair briefly before you say,

“And… call me Angel Eyes. I like that more.” 

Coming from him, it made you feel better than the name you were given. It was certainly better than ‘Eyesore’, a nickname given by Bill.

Ford felt a wonderful sense of pride at that, and he takes your hand with his free one. 

“Okay, Angel Eyes.”

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         Present day, the Ford everyone was more acquainted with, woke up on his lab desk. He sat up, rubbing his head. He lifts his elbow up on the table, resting his upper body against it. He rubs his eyes, an unpleasant expression present on his face. For a while, he just stares at the scribbles of notes on the table. Although it wasn’t the papers he was thinking about. 

You state. Your words resonate with the boy, as for the first time since being tied down, he was still. It was almost scary. His breathing remained uneven, and he’d cast his eyes to the dirt. 

“(S,n,n)… I’m…” He pursed his lips, briefly closing his eyes as if in pain. “I don’t…” He gulps deeply and then lifts his head back up to you. 

“I’ve had… you know I’m fucked up. B-But… whenever you were around me… I… I don’t know, you… you grounded me.”

He spoke from the heart. You could tell he was struggling immensely just to get this out. He’d have to repeat and revise it over and over in his head to make sure he didn’t say the wrong thing on accident. You remember the endless nights where you’d hold him through his night terrors. The times where you’d tend to him when he’d feel the side effects of switching medication, or withdrawal. The moments when his mind was racing so much that he couldn’t make a comprehensive response, and how it cleared up when you held his hand. You did ground him. As if your presence had better effect than any medication he choked down. 

Josh’s eyes grow foggy as he thinks of the same thing. 

“I-I’m… I don’t want to lose you. Not again.. please, (S,n,n)... “

Forgive In Time

Do Not Forgive

The sky poured as Dae-Ho reached the front of his apartment building. The dark clouds blocked the twinkling stars in the night sky. His clothes drenched with rainwater. He stared up at the building, more specifically, a window. There was a faint glow of yellow on the walls of that studio.

He shakily sighed, you were home.

But just as he takes a step to enter the building, he finds himself frozen where he stood. His first thought was a simple ‘why can’t I move?’, before it sunk in. It hadn’t been that long to the rest of the world. To Dae-Ho however, it felt like an eternity. All he wanted when he was in those games was to run back into your arms. Your loving arms that always made him feel safe, loved. He had entered the games to pay off his debts so you and him could live a normal life. Because no matter how he tried to keep you from his problems, your kind heart always kept you involved. He felt like he didn’t deserve you, no matter how much you told him otherwise. And that was before the games.

455 people died so he could be here. The money he now owned, came from the blood of those 455 people. Why? Why was he the one to survive? It played in his head like a sick record. And when he thought about it deeper, how many of the 455… did he kill with his own hands?

He was as still as a statue. He knew for a fact, he wasn’t the same person as the one who first entered the games. His once beaming heart of light was now shrouded with grief and darkness. The kindness in his eyes was replaced with a jaded anguish. 455 people. 455.

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You were in your kitchen, trying to make a meal for yourself. But every movement you made felt heavy. Invisible weights shackled your limbs. The bags under your eyes were deep. Your eyes roll down to the wedding ring on your finger. A reminder of the man you loved so dearly, a man you haven’t heard from in a week.

You knew your Dae-Ho, he’d never do this to you. All of his stuff was still here. Which led you to worry deeply on another possibility. Perhaps the loan sharks caught up to him? Maybe they took him somewhere, and you’d never see him again. The wait was agonizing.

Knock knock knock.

Your head perked up to the door, and you bolt to the door. Could it be? Have your prayers been answered? Opening the door, you see your beloved standing there. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. Dae-Ho looks at you, his eyes softening. “(Y,n)…”

Without wasting a second, you hug the man desperately. “Dae-Ho!” Tears well up in your eyes as you clung to him. He’s stiff, stiffer than you’ve ever felt him be. But as he steadily wrapped his arms around you, his grip then got tight. His strong arms nearly squeezed your breath out of your lungs. His shoulders shook slightly, as he held back his own overwhelming emotion.

When you pulled back, you felt his hands gently grip at you as if you’d disappear once he let go. You cup his face, your face contorted with concern.

“Oh God, where have you been? A-are you hurt? I-I was so scared I—“

“(Y,n)…”

Dae-Ho’s voice sounded as if someone had their hands around his throat. Thin, and croaky. Then, you took notice of how different your man looked. His skin was paler, his frame thinner. There was no light in his eyes. “Dae-Ho… what happened…?” You closed the door, and then put your hands on his shoulders.

Your love took a deep breath, he pulled out a card from his pocket. You looked at it with some confusion, but you allowed him to elaborate.

“This card… has all the money to pay off my debt, and more.”

He didn’t break eye contact as he continued, his lip quivering. “But to get this money, I had to endure and do unspeakable things. Things that… made me not the man you once knew.” His hands shakily take yours, as his eyes watered. Your heart twisted in knots seeing him look so broken. Before you could speak, he then asks,

“Would you fall in love with me again… if you knew all I’d done…?”

His question carried a burden he didn’t wish to place on your shoulders. You’re quiet, processing his words. You didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. Your lips part, and you ask,

“What kind of things did you do?”

Your query made Dae-Ho take a shaky breath. The memories of the games made him let go of your hands, as if feeling unworthy. “I-I had to play games, for my survival. So many people died. I found a group though, people I soon called my friends.” A single tear rolled down his cheek, he’s unable to meet your gaze. His shaky hands rose to his chest, holding each other. “But every one of them are gone now. And some of their deaths… were my fault.” His voice cracked, he tearfully looked at you again.

“But all of that was to bring me back to you…!”

Despite everything, all the trauma, all the guilt, he still hoped and begged… he wouldn’t lose you too.

“So tell me. Would you fall in love with me again? After everything I had to do, I’m… I’m not the same person. I’m worse, I’m… I’m not the man you married. I’ve hurt people, I’ve killed people…I can’t change any of that…!So… I have to ask… because…”

You knew what he meant. He loved you, of course he did. Your silence only increased his anxiety. You lift your hand, looking at your wedding ring on your finger. There was a distant look in your eyes.

“If that’s true, can you do me a favor? Let me sell this wedding ring. If you have all that money, I’m sure you’ll be able to find one for yourself. Better than any pawn shop.”

Your words broke Dae-Ho’s heart into little pieces. He looked like a kicked puppy. Even though he was setting it up, he didn’t expect for you to agree with his guilt. “You…really…?” But one thing in your statement brought him anger. The last comment. His eyebrows furrowed. “‘P-pawn shop?’ That ring… belonged to my halmoni. A ring she saved specially for me as the first born son! It’s a family heirloom! A blessing of our love! To sell it… that’d make her roll in her grave!”

“Only my husband knew that! So I guess that makes him YOU!”

You shout back instantly. Dae-Ho’s wide eyes stared into your soul with shock, before they melt into realization. “(Y,n)…”

You take a deep breath. “I will fall in love with you, over and over again. I don’t care what you had to do to survive…! You’re mine!” Hot tears pooled in your eyes next. All the emotions you had been experiencing this past week coming out at once. “Don’t tell me you’re not the same person! You’re always my husband and I’ve been waiting for you…!”

That broke your Dae-Ho into sobs as the two of you embraced each other emotionally. All the pain he had inside of him, spilled out intensely. Everyone who died, everything he lost, all to make it back here. He didn’t need to speak, you knew what he wanted to communicate through his wails.

He didn’t think he’d make it back.

He did everything he could to be here back in your arms.

He loved you, so much.

Your hand found the back of his head, and you stroked it gently. His cries wet your shoulder, his hands gripped your back. You softly wept beside him. He had went through so much misery. The two of you are unable to stand, slowly sliding down to your knees.

Dae-Ho pulls back to hold your face tenderly. His eyes scanning your face for any sign of dismay or deception. But all he saw was your loving gaze as you held his hand on your cheek. He sniffled.

“I’m yours.”

You smiled tearfully, kissing the inner palm of his hand. “I love you.”