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yourstru1y4ever · 1 month ago

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Day 15 - "Are you jealous?"

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x F!Reader Word Count: 2.5k (WHOO) Content: Fluff, fighting a curse (no one gets severely injured :D), Gojo's past, Reader is Kaori's younger sister, somewhat canon compliant Tuna-Tober 2024 Masterlist <- check out the other fics posted this month!

A/N: Another taste of my upcoming series that I’m hoping to put out once I finish Tuna-Tober! I do some liberties from canon since we don’t know that much about Kaori before. . . y’know. . . Let me know if you want to be tagged in the series if you enjoyed this little preview! And as always be sure to like, reblog and comment if you'd want to see more! - Yours Truly

June 7, 2007

Apparently after the stunt you pulled during the Exchange Event a few weeks ago your sister’s clan reached out to her, accepting you both into the clan. You had to go back home to Sendai and deal with negotiations with her. They would never accept that Kaori married a human, not even capable of jujutsu, nor their son.

You talked to Yaga a few days ago and he agreed to let either Gojo or Geto take your missions for you while you were gone. As you step back into your house you remember the words Yaga mentioned.

A cursed object went missing in Sendai not long ago. We’re sending some sorcerers there but given you’re up for promotion, keep an eye out.

“Auntie!!” Your nephew runs up to you as soon as you walk through the front door.

“Yuji!!” You match his excitement, kneeling down to pick him up. Once he’s in the air he’s giggling holding onto you.

“Goodness you’re getting so big now, I can barely. . .” You slowly drop to your knees dramatically, “Lift you up anymore. . .” You set him on the ground and collapse on the floor. Yuji keeps giggling at you and tries to turn you to your side.

“Come on, Auntie!” You keep your eyes closed, but you stick out your tongue like you’re dead. “I know you’re okay. Get up!!” He laughs and you can’t help but to smile along with him. You suddenly grab him, pulling him into a hug and you're both laughing.

You hear someone clear their throat and you look up to see Wasake, Kaori, and Jin looking down at the two of you. Yuji squirms out of your hold and runs up to his dad, his smile never waning.

“She’s home! She’s home!” Yuji tells him as you start to stand up.

“Welcome home.” Your sister says, her smile not reaching her eyes.

“Thank you,” You try to give her a reassuring smile back but she turns to Wasuke before she could notice.

“My sister and I have business to take care of tonight. Don’t worry about saving dinner for us, we won’t be home until late.”

Wasuke gives her a tense look but nods his head.

“I understand. Jin, can you take her suitcase up to her room?”

“Of course,” Jin walks over and picks up your suitcase while holding Yuji in his other arm. “It’s nice to have you home.” He whispers to you.

“It’s nice to be back.” You reply.

Kaori crosses between you two and opens the front door, “Let’s go, it’s rude to keep our guests waiting.”

You straighten up and look towards Jin. He shrugs while Yuji gives you and Kaori a huge wave, “Bye Mommy! Bye Auntie!!”

“Goodbye sweetheart,”

“See ya kiddo!” You give him an enthusiastic wave back as you leave. Once the door closes the air suddenly feels tense. Kaori walks a few paces in front of you as you make sure you have everything on you.

You were meeting the clan head and a few members of their board to go over the negotiations so you were both dressed modestly, but nice. You were wearing a dress that Gojo had bought for you for your two month anniversary and heels that matched. The meeting place wasn’t far from your home so walking there wasn’t a pain.

Kaori stops in front of a house that’s behind a set of gates, and as soon as you're by her side she rings the buzzer. The gate doors swing open and you both walk side by side up to the front door. You bow your heads and when you bring your head up you see the clan head looking down at you both with a curiosity you haven’t seen before.

You keep your face straight as you make eye contact with him.

“So she’s the one with the inherited technique?” A voice asks from behind him, “My future wife?”

Your eyes widen and you look behind the Elder. A boy, possibly a year younger than you, gives you and Kaori a disgusted look as he crosses his arms behind him. He looks weak and pathetic, his hair slightly greasy and he looks like he hasn’t bathed himself in days.

“The girl with that ugly scar on her head?”

“No child, the younger one.” The clan head’s voice was rough and showed his age.

“Your father might have had one too many whores, but at least this child was able to inherit our technique.” He gestures vaguely at you and your hand tightens into a fist. You try to center your breath so you don’t immediately fight these stupid-

“The eldest and I will have a conversation inside; Masamune,” The clan head points to the boy, “She’s your future wife, keep her safe.” The boy rolls his eyes and sighs walking down the steps and meets you face to face.

Kaori walks past the boy and sticks her tongue out behind his back, only for you to see.

You bring a hand up to cover your laugh, but it doesn’t go unnoticed. “What are you laughing at, wife?”

You grimace, “I’m not your wife, and I remembered something a friend of mine told me about clan meetings.” You can feel your phone buzzing in your pocket but you choose to ignore it.

“Oh and what was that?”

“To always skip them.”

Masamune scoffs, “Must be some fourth grade if she skips meetings.”

You hold back another laugh, “I wouldn't consider him a fourth grade sorcerer.”

“Him!?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “No, you’re not allowed to have any male friends if we’re going to be married.”

“Then it’s a good thing we’re not getting married.” You state simply, trying not to let your phone ringing for the umpteenth time annoy you.

Before Masamune can reply a loud ringtone plays out from your pocket, willing itself to be heard.

“I’m sorry I have to take this.” You give him a fake smile and look down at your phone to see Nanami’s phone number lighting up the front. You flip it open, turning away from Masamune.

“This better be good.” You mutter into the phone.

“You’re in Sendai right?!” You overhear a loud crash over the speaker and someone yelling to Nanami.

“Yeah, why?”

You can barely hear Haibara ask, “Did she answer?”

“We’re fighting a special grade curse- need your help. Gojo is on his way but you’ll get to us faster.”

“I- I can’t I. . . “ You look over at Masamune who’s giving you a frustrated look.

“Never mind, I can. Send me a pic of your location and I’ll be there soon.” You hear a loud crashing sound a few blocks away from you.

“Wait, are you nearing a forest?”

“Yes!”

Oh God. Instinct kicks in as you shut your phone closed.

“Hello?” Masamune calls out and you give him a look.

“Can’t explain, special grade curse-” You turn and run out the gate running towards the street.

You’re standing in the middle of the road, eyes searching for the curse’s presence. At first, you're unable to feel anything but you suddenly hear a loud roar coming from a block away.

You look up to see a curse as big as a whale barreling down the street, jaws wide open to eat you. You can see Nanami and Haibara trailing not far behind it, calling out for you to move.

Your head tilts down slightly as you allow yourself to pool your cursed energy into your hands. You bring your hands in front of you. You can feel the pulse of the curse and something inside it.

“Cursed blood technique: convergence!” You yell out as purple liquid trails out of the curse and in front of you. Its blood wraps around your hands as you clasp them together, letting the blood form a laser focus. The curse splits in two right as it reaches you, its body falling to either side of you.

Once it’s completely down, you stumble forward, dropping your focus.

“What the hell?!” You glance over at Masamune who is hiding behind the gate.

“Guys?” You yell out to Nanami and Haibara who are still running at you at full speed.

“It’s not-!” Nanami starts but it’s already too late. The curse is somehow reforming itself. . . you didn’t exorcize it yet.

“Shit.”

You run out of its way and it fully reforms itself, giving the three of you a murderous look.

“What kind of curse-?” You start.

“It’s like a hydra.” Haibara finishes. Nanami brings up his blade in front of you all.

“We need Satoru.”

“No shit,” Nanami mutters. The curse roars again and you all get ready for the fight.

“It’s a good thing I’m here then~”

Nanami looks behind him and gives Gojo an incredulous look.

“Now’s not the time,” You tell Nanami. The curse throws its head back, a disgusting hacking sound coming out of its mouth, “All of you, I’m going to line up the shot; Nanami, you need to cut its head off; Haibara, help me line it up, and Satoru?”

“Yeah Pretty?”

“Don’t destroy this street, my nephew lives down the road.” He gives you a smile before kissing you, “You got it, sweetheart.”

You hear Nanami gagging but there wasn’t any time to deal with the aftermath of your classmates learning that you and Gojo were officially dating. That can come once you all finish off the curse.

You and Haibara run in opposite directions, both trying to get the curse’s attention. Nanami and Gojo disappear from your vision but you soon hear a familiar whistle that you and Nanami came up with.

Once you’re far enough away from the curse, you turn to face it. Centering your focus on its body. You feel your cursed energy seeping out of you as you bring your hands in front of you once more, this time your right arm extending farther than your left. You focus on its heartbeat, the blood it has that keeps itself alive.

You’ve never controlled this level of curse before, but you had no time to worry if doing this would hurt you.

You tense your right hand and mutter, “Cursed blood manipulation: Marionette.”

The curse stills and its body contorts as you gain control of it. You only had a limited amount of time before you would lose consciousness. You turn your right hand slowly towards you and the curse turns on its left shoulder. You can feel it trying to fight against your technique but you hold out. Your right arm straightens out as your left hand goes in the opposite direction.

The curse’s head is a meter away from yours as its body lays flat against the street, your hands start wavering as it starts thrashing against your hold on it.

“Any day now!!” You yell out and suddenly Nanami slices through its neck, splitting it perfectly.

Before it has the chance to reattach its head, Gojo quickly walks through the path between the curse’s head and body, taking his hands across the wound, and cauterizing it with a very limited version of his technique reversal.

You drop down to your knees as you fight to stay awake.

“Hey hey, come on now sweetheart.” Satoru quickly appears at your side, bringing an arm around your torso, and helping you stand up. “We got an audience.”

You try to get your eyes to focus as you look up to see your sister looking at you with mild amusement, the clan head giving you an unamused look and Masamune’s mouth hanging agape.

Haibara runs over towards Nanami helping him up and they both walk over towards you and Gojo.

“Thank you for the help,” Nanami says to you, “I don’t know why they sent us on this mission.”

You give Nanami a smile, glancing back at the curse’s body as it starts to disappear. “I think I know why it was a higher grade than you expected.” You nod in the direction of the object that it left behind. . . one of Sukana’s fingers.

Haibara quickly picks it up before anyone else can, “We better take this back to Jujutsu High.”

Nanami takes out his phone to call one of the assistant supervisors, “We’ll be on our way, we’ll see you soon.” He says to you and you wave goodbye to him. You bring your attention back to Kaori who is starting to walk back home.

“We’re not joining their fucking clan.” She calls out.

“You were going to join their clan?” Satoru looks down at you and you avoid his gaze. “They had offered a lot of protection for my sister and her family.”

“At what cost? If anything you should just marry me and bam you’re a Gojo and no one will fuck with either of us.” You push away from him, a blush creeping onto your face.

“Don’t say things like that if you don’t mean it, Satoru.”

“Wait! No, she's marrying me!” Masamune stomps over to you two. You give him a confused look, “I’m not even joining your clan asshole, fuck off.” You tell him, but he doesn’t falter. He keeps looking at Gojo waiting for an explanation.

“Are you jealous? She’s dating me, the Satoru Gojo, and not you, you pathetic piece of shit.” Gojo’s eyes flicker down at him, his face disgusted. “I should kill you right where you stand.”

“Enough,” You try to sound serious but your smile is on Satoru's shoulder. Masamune looks like he’s about to shit himself and you can’t help but laugh at him.

“Please forgive my son’s behavior Gojo,” The clan head’s voice rings out, “He doesn’t know his place.”

“Clearly.” Satoru snarks, “Let’s get you home sweetheart.”

Within a blink, you’re suddenly in front of your house with Satoru, your hands on his chest. You look up at him and he gives you a soft smile.

“I meant what I said by the way. We should get married.”

You roll your eyes at him and lightly tap his chest, “Okay Toru, whatever you say.” You say sarcastically. He lets go of you reluctantly and you go to open the front door.

Kaori arrives a few moments before Gojo leaves. She sees him kiss you for a few moments before disappearing in front of you.

You and Kaori make eye contact as a blush reappears on your face, “We were just-!”

“It’s okay, I think it’s sweet.” She tells you as she pats your shoulder.

You were in for a lecture from Yaga once you returned to Jujutsu High since none of you put down a veil around the curse. It was worth it though since you got multiple recommendations for First Grade along with Nanami and Haibara after fighting that curse. Things are starting to look up for you guys.

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mtchee · 3 months ago

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Silence is Silver, Your Voice is Gold - [Tamaki Amajiki] SOULMATE SERIES | GN

blurb:

As your schools decide to team up for a term long integration project, you're eager to prove your worth as an aspiring young hero. LOUD AND PROUD! That's who you are! So when you're paired with none other than one of U.A's Big Three, Tamaki Amajiki, your heart shatters when he flinches away from you before you can even utter a word. He gives you a brief, stammered apology--and that's when you realise that maybe, just maybe, your dearly fated had been a cruel mistake. Your own soulmate is terrified of you without even knowing you. So perhaps, it's for the best that you pipe down and let him find someone else to better suit his needs.

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, tamaki is a sweetheart, [name] is outgoing and loud, minor angst, fluff!!!, mentions of two non-canon side characters, smitten [name], anxious but doting tamaki, ugh [name] and tamaki are so cute smh, idk how i feel abt the ending i hope it's okay T-T

| masterlist | boku no hero academia collection |

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"U.A, HERE WE COME!"

"Shut up, [name]," One of your classmates, Kaori, scrunches his nose at you disdainfully, "you're the reason no one talks to us."

"What..."

Karina, his sister, snorts while you deflate, "It's okay to be excited, [name]. Ignore him. Let's show U.A what we're made of!" She fist pump the air to distract you, and it evidently works when you copy her with a happy whoop.

All third-year hero course students have been gathered to battle ground A and B where they would mingle with the other school's class.

One of the teachers, Miss Midnight, claps her hands and swiftly garners the attention of each student.

"Alright, everybody~" She grins widely with lidded eyes, "time to pair you off with a new buddy! Don't be shy now~ We'll be calling out your names and pitting you against another duo. Now-"

You bound your way over to a tall, spiky eared U.A. student who stands with hunched shoulders and a lowered head once your name is called. Just moments prior you saw him with two others, a broad set blond and a pretty aqua toned girl, both of whom nudged him in your direction before heading to their own partners.

Oh! How cool! He's one of the big three in U.A!

Excitement courses through you at the prospect of working with him, after all, you're not bad yourself!

Taking ground beside him, you stick out a hand and take in a breath before your heroic introduction--when he flinches away at your sudden movement.

A squeak escapes him and he quickly puts more distance between you. Before you can even blink, he's bowed sharply by the waist, murmuring trembling apologies at how your loudness had startled him--but the ringing in your ears has long since drowned him out.

Your wide smile sits stiff on your lips, features frozen as a cold wave drenches you at the feeling of your soul words tingling on your right shoulder.

He's... I-I scared him..? Your heart shatters at the realisation that in your boister, he's never once lifted his head to look at you, and you notice him trembling ever so slightly.

I'm... my soulmate's scared of me..? And then a hopeful thought crosses your mind, oh! I'll just be quiet then! Then he'll like me, right?!

Instead of replying to his flurry of apologies, you take a step back as to respect his space and bring your outstretched hand down to your side. You mimick his bow, smile softening as to not seem so overbearing.

When your shadow moves, Amajiki shakily glances up, eyes wobbling when you stand upright again and make an effort to give him a small, hurried wave, as though restraining your energy.

Ah! Yes! He's looking at me now! You positively beam, aura brightening tenfold and he looks panicked, swiftly diverting his anxious gaze. R-Right, you sweatdrop to yourself, keep it toned down...

"You're so quiet, it's weird," Kaori deadpans, eyeing you skeptically from across the lunch table as he sips through the straw of his milk box.

You look up from your half bitten chicken katsu sandwhich, cheeks buldging with food, "you fink sho?"

He grimaces at you, disgusted, "chew your food first, scrub."

You pay him mind, chewing thoroughly and swallowing before speaking again, "I met my soulmate today! He doesn't like loud things though, so I'm practicing."

"Practicing..?"

Karina gasps, dropping her chopsticks in her udon, "Wait--you met your soulmate!?" You bark a laugh at her incredulous look, the noise loud and reverberating.

"Yeah!" Feeling giddy, you take another big, aggressive bite of your sandwhich to quell it, "he's shoooooo cute!"

"I said chew, you neaderthal!" Kaori pegs his empty milk box at you, at his wits end with your brash manner. His sister retaliates by throwing her full one at him, and he yelps, barely dodging it and it goes scattering across the floor behind him.

"We were talking!" She hisses before turning back to you with sparkles in her eyes, "really!? Ohmygod, what's he like?!"

You barely open your mouth before someone interrupts.

"Hey there!" The large blond from before stands at the end of your table with a wave in greeting. A sheepish smile sits in his face at having disturbed your conversation, "hah! Sorry, mind if we joined you for lunch?"

"Hi, Mirio!" Karina smiles back, "sure! The more the merrier." She ignores her twin brother's protesting grumbles, "[name], this is Mirio, he's my collaboration partner this term."

Behind the broad blond pokes out a recognisable head of wavy aquamarine hair, and Kaori grumbles even more, sinking low into his seat with a grumpy frown.

"Oh, hey! Kaori!" The girl gasps happily, bounding over to steal the seat beside him, "what a coincidence, huh?" She giggles.

The dark haired male rolls his eyes, "More like a curse..."

She turns to you, ignorant to his brooding, "Hihi~ I'm Nejire Hado! How cool! Kaori and I were partnered up too! Oh, and that's Tamaki Amijiki!"

When a familiar head of indigo hair is forcibly thrust into the centre of attention, your face erupts with warmth and an ecstatic smile quickly crosses your lips. You perk up in your seat with a gasp, though you swiftly silence yourself and instead give an aggresively friendly wave.

The elf eared student only really glances up at the table briefly before his nerves get the best of him, and his back hunches lower. He sends an acknowledging nod in your direction though, and your heart skips a beat.

Karina looks at you worriedly at your sudden silence, though your excitement is extremely palpable. She can practically see the giddy flowers dancing around you. Kaori couldn't care less.

"Oh, [name], do you already know Amijiki-san?" You nod frantically, and that's when it clicks for her. Karina's mouth drops and the looks between you and the former, and her eyebrows raise in understanding.

"A-Ah..! He's your project partner?"

"Wow! What a coincidence, huh?" Mirio gasps, bouyed by the revelation, "we promise to do our very best!"

"Us too!" Karina fist pumps the air, you copying with a happy mhmph! Nejire giggles, leaning in to participate while Amajiki trembles in the corner.

Kaori rolls his eyes at the amount of sunshine in the group, "riiiight..."

Over the following weeks, your school and U.A. continue to work together, occasionally switching partners in combat training to simulate on-sight collaboration with other heroes you'd meet on field.

Though for the majority, you worked with Amajiki. He's strong, incredibly so.

His usual demeanour would've had you underestimating him if you hadn't been paying attention. But particularly since he was your soulmate, you knew he was powerful from the get go. You want to be just as strong.

You like being around Amijiki; he's quiet, but he's very observant. He doesn't really talk to you all that much outside of training, though sometimes you tail him around break time and he doesn't seem to mind.

That, or he's too scared to tell you off.

Hm.

He cares though! Like that one time where you were sparring Mirio, you were awed by the the power of his quirk--the power that he gave his quirk, and simultaneously overwhelmed by it. You were fired up from the challenge, determination burning in your eyes, and you spent the remainder of the day pushing yourself.

That same energy pushed you throughout that week, and by the end of it, you were burning yourself out. You didn't let it stop you though, testing the limits of both your quirk and physical capabilities even when others retired for the day.

You hardly gave your bruises the time to heal, only slapping on a salve when you let yourself have a water break before getting back to it again.

In-class training had you beaming beside him as you worked together, though he noticed you tanking too much all at once.

Eventually, he mustered up the courage to look you in the eyes with a fearsome glare and sat you down with some mineral water and tasty snacks from his vest. Then he deflated and apologised in a panic before scurrying off to get Recovery Girl to see you before you moved.

You repaid him in a flurry of grateful bows and a bag of some of your favourite treats that you forcefully thrust into his hands before running off.

You never directly spoke to him, knowing you often had a hard time controlling your volume. So, you settled for vast, obvious movements--like a big game of charades.

You made sure to keep this up at lunchtimes too, where you'd talk boisterously with the twins before immediately silencing yourself as soon as Amajiki came into your sights. And you'd always greet him with an elated smile and a frantic wave.

Mirio and Nejire are quick to catch on to your switch ups, where you happily explain: "Amajiki-kun doesn't like a lot of loud noises, so I've been practicing on quieting down."

They looked rather confused while you hummed, unbothered, and then excused yourself to brush up on your training. You didn't think anything of it, they're his friends after all! Of course he doesn't mind them being loud.

Besides, he's warming up to you now! Just, slowly.

Very slowly.

By the end of the term, most of your energy has dwindled, and the signature light in your eyes has hazed over.

You've immersed yourself in your training, tossing yourself into the throes of it all with minimum breaks as a means to extend your limits. With every new task, you volunteer to be the first. When there's a new optional training segment, you're up at the crack of dawn, rearing to go.

Your drive has always been phenominal, but it's gotten dangerously extensive.

"[name]?" Mirio and Amajiki spot you on training ground B way before the day's classes even begin. You perk up at the sound of your name, seeing them in turn and grinning widely, waving them an obnoxious greeting.

Mirio smiles back, though Amajiki's brows crinkle upward worriedly.

"The day's barely started yet, you know? You're here early."

You can't help but give Mirio a sheepish grin and a shrug, your skin glossed over with a thin layer of sweat from exertion.

"...Have.. have you eaten yet?" Amajiki's quiet question has your gaze snapping towards him; he doesn't flinch away this time. You beam inwardly at that.

You give a polite shake of your head, no, and then wave off their looks of concern with a fluid gesture of your hand--you'll pick up something later.

Everyone notices you dozing at lunchtime, your presence not as exuberant as usual. Your motions aren't quite as energetic, and sometimes you stare off into space with glazed eyes. Kaori chalks it up to an off day, and Karina reluctantly agrees.

But then the pattern continues, and your light seems to dim while your silence grows dull.

You look... sad.

It's nothing you won't be able to get over though! At least, that's what you're trying to convince yourself. Gradually, over weeks of silent pining, you've come to realise that--maybe, it's useless after all.

Since meeting Amajiki, you've done everything you could think of to get him to like you a little more.

While before you were loud, you're quiet now!

And everyone likes friendly people, you don't see yourself as someone mean, so you've made sure to be as approachable as possible.

He often startles at your sudden movements, so you've taken to bottling your energy and restraining your movements to more gentle, fluid motions.

Sometimes, when you smile a bit too brightly, you noticed he'd turn around or look away, so instead, you'd cover your mouth and crinkle your eyes--that way, he'd still know that you're happy without having to see such an uncomfortably wide smile.

Oh, and he'd get all red and uncomfy when you subconsciously lean into his space, stumbling over his words with a trembling frown, so you try and place yourself away now--you know he likes his own space.

But... he still doesn't seem to like you all that much.

Maybe the whole soulmate thing was a mistake this time around. He still looks away when you smile at him, and he turns away and shakes even when you sit across from him.

Amajiki will talk to you during training, but only really because he has to since you're partners.

You must just not be his kind of person, you think. You've always been told that you're a bit too much, so, you guess they're not really wrong.

Wow, you must look so silly following after him like a puppy, when he's clearly trying to keep his distance.

Amajiki is shy and quiet; he's determined, but thoughtful. He's powerful, but gentle.

While you're loud and shameless; excitable, but stubborn. You're kind, but impulsive.

Amajiki is everything that you're not, and you see that now. Despite your will to change, you'll never be what he needs. You think, he'll want someone who's more subtle. Headstrong, but understanding. He'd like someone who can stand strong, but isn't overbearing--someone who can calm his nerves and help him see the positive in things with a gentle tone.

You respect Amajiki. It's why you still refer to him so formally while the others have given you permission to call them by their given names. He hadn't given you explicit consent to either, so you suppose it makes sense anyway.

There's only a couple weeks left in the term.

You don't mind staying silent now, there's nothing to say. The light in your eyes isn't the same anymore, and any remainder of your energy only trickles into your presence.

You like listening to Amajiki talk. He doesn't say a lot, but when he does you like to listen. That's a perk to your silence, you suppose. If you were still as loud, you probably wouldn't hear him.

"Um, [name]..?" Amajiki tugs you aside after conjoined training in one of your remaining weeks, "a-are you okay? It's just, you've been... kind of quiet, recently..."

Quiet? That's a good thing, right? You perk up hopefully, though it shatters just as quick as it comes. When you look up, Amajiki's features a curved into a frown.

Right, nevermind. Don't be so stupid. You make sure not to look him in the eyes when you give him a carefully placed smile--not too wide, so it won't scare him away, but not too subtle so you look ungrateful--and nod your head softly.

"You-..-you used to talk a lot, y-you know," his shaky voice stops you in your tracks after you turned to head to your next session, "at least, you did more before I showed..."

Your brows pinch in concern at the hitch in his voice, and you look back to see him with a bowed head, nervously clutching the fabric of his hero costume. His shoulders are tense, trembling with the urge to run, but he steels himself.

"U-Um..." and then he glances up, eyes connecting with yours and he forces himself to stay. His pupils dilate, and he gasps sharply, lips thinning. He swallows anxiously, and then furrows his brows in determination.

"If I've done something to offend you, I-I'm so sorry..! But... I'm..-w-we're all really worried about you." Amajiki bows his head, resolve wavering and he's unable to retain eye contact, "and... I'm really worried about you... it's just, you haven't been the same, fo-for a while."

Oh. Your heart drops, so it really was all for nothing. You hum softly, looking off to the side dejectedly before deciding well, it doesn't matter anyway.

"I like you, Amajiki-kun," Your words have him snapping his head up, eyes impossibly wide while his left calf tingles, "um, I'm not... speaking too loud, am I?"

Your voice rings like a melody to his ears despite your nervous tone. At his stunned silence, your heart pangs painfully inside your chest, and you swallow thickly. Your head lowers, "sorry... I shouldn't have said anything."

"What?" The sharpness of his tone startles you, and when you look up again, shocked, and he looks just as surprised. He carries on nontheless, softer, though with an unusual firmness.

"You... why shouldn't you have said anything?" Amajiki looks pained as he repeats your words, "do you... you don't want--"

"No!" You interrupt, wide eyed at his doubt, "I-I just mean that, it'd be easier that way. And you wouldn't have to deal with such a noisy soulmate, and you could find someone you'd like-"

"W-Who are you to determine who I like?" He stands straighter now, his voice holding a certain finality that you find hard to refute.

I'm your soulmate! Is what you find you want to say, but the words die in your mouth at the hypocrisy of it.

Amajiki's gaze is fierce and unwavering, and you feel both honoured and fearful. This may be the longest he's looked at you for.

"You've known for so long, an-and were willing to leave me after this? Without me knowing?" He takes in a shaky breath, fist whitening with a grip exuding both his frustration and worry.

"You're my soulmate... m-my soulmate," he sounds awed at the fact, "...I've been waiting to hear your voice--for months, you know," his voice cracks, and it seems his courage has started to dissipate as his shoulders shrink. His cheeks flush pink from his admittance.

"I... You've been so friendly since we were partnered up. And, y-you get along so well with everyone... I got scared that you wouldn't like me because I was too... too quiet for you."

Your world stops at that. He thought what?

"I-I mean," he panics, "you were always laughing with your friends, an-and then we started hanging out and you didn't say much but you were always smiling, and then whenever you looked at me it'd make me too nervous, and when I get nervous I'm kinda sweaty so I look away. B-But then you started covering your smile, and I didn't know why, and then I felt bad because I wasn't seeing it anymore, and you started overexerting yourself so I got even more worried and then--"

"Amajiki-kun-" A bright smile had crept onto your face during his panicked ramble, and a familar red hue bursts onto his cheeks and he clenches his eyes shut. God, it's so obvious now!

"--and you don't even call me by my name," he almost seems to whine, pulling down the hood of his costume to hide. He starts trembling again, and you can't help but gasp before cooing at him.

"You want me to call you by your name?" Your eyes sparkle, and suddenly your light have been rejuvenated, "Tamaki?"

The male stiffens before slowly nodding, peeking out from beneath his hood with lidded eyes and wobbly lips. He can only make eye contact briefly before shying away--and it seems all your worries were for naught.

When you squeal and beam, clapping your hands excitedly, Tamaki can't help but smile. At the cost of enduring the attention your volume brings, he'd be more than happy to listen to you gush and spew about whatever.

Where he was once intimidated by your light, he now bathes in its warmth. And where you were once silenced by your own trepeditions, you now burst at the seams with unrestrained energy.

While you are loud, Tamaki is quiet; he likes to listen when you talk, and you are his voice when he cannot find his own.

Fate had not been mistaken.

It had just taken some fine tuning before you reached the perfect volume.

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whenwewereyoung97 · 11 months ago

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*Edited on 12/15/2023 to add Aaric and Devera.*

*Edited on 12/22/2023 to add assorted details*

*Edited on 01/03/2024 to update Aaric’s name and alias (I know his actual middle name is Aaric, but the name/middle name/last name format ruined the ✨aesthetic✨ since no one else has a known middle name)*

*Edited on 02/10/2024 because I realized on my reread that Jack pushing energy on Violet likely isn’t actually a manifestation of his signet, as much as it is him using Venin powers*

*Edited on 09/18/204 since Xaden gave us new information on Emery*

Made this because I know I’ll forget many details by time book 3 comes out, and I figured I’d share it for those interested. It’s a combination of information from my own read throughs, and from The Empyrean Wiki.

Please let me know if you see any mistakes, or if you have more to add.

I decided against doing Flyers for the time being, as what information we have is rather limited.

⚠️Warning: contains Iron Flame spoilers⚠️

Rider Data Masterlist

Violet

Surname: Sorrengail

Signet: Lightning wielding

Dragon’s name: Tairn/Andarna

Dragon’s description:

- Black Morningstartail (M)

- Golden Feathertail (former); Misc. Scorpiontail (current) (F)

Xaden

Surname: Riorson

Signet: Shadow wielding/Inntinnsic

Dragon’s name: Sgaeyl

Dragon’s description: Blue Daggertail (F)

Rhiannon

Surname: Matthias

Signet: Object summoning

Dragon’s name: Feirge

Dragon’s description: Green Daggertail (F)

Ridoc

Surname: Gamlyn

Signet: Ice wielding

Dragon’s name: Aotrom

Dragon’s description: Brown Swordtail (M)

Sawyer

Surname: Henrick

Signet: Metallurgist

Dragon’s name: Sliseag

Dragon’s description: Red Swordtail (M?)

Liam

Surname: Mairi

Signet: Farsight

Dragon’s name: Deigh

Dragon’s description: Red Daggertail (M)

Sloane

Surname: Mairi

Signet: Siphon

Dragon’s name: Thoirt

Dragon’s description: Red Daggertail

Garrick

Surname: Tavis

Signet: Unknown

Dragon’s name: Chradh

Dragon’s description: Brown Scorpiontail (M)

Bodhi

Surname: Durran

Signet: Countering signets

Dragon’s name: Cuir

Dragon’s description: Green (unknown tail type)

Imogen

Surname: Cardulo

Signet: Erasure of recent memories

Dragon’s name: Glane

Dragon’s description: Orange Daggertail

Quinn

Surname: Unknown

Signet: Astral Projection

Dragon’s name: Cruth

Dragon’s description: Green Scorpiontail (F)

Dain

Surname: Aetos

Signet: Retrocognition

Dragon’s name: Cath

Dragon’s description: Red Swordtail (M)

Jack

Surname: Barlowe

Signet: (Pain projection - Signet or Venin ability?)

Dragon’s name: Baide

Dragon’s description: Orange Scorpiontail (F)

Aaric

Full name: Cam Tauri, Aaric Greycastle (alias)

Signet: Unknown

Dragon’s name: Unknown

Dragon’s description: Blue Clubtail

Mira

Surname: Sorrengail

Signet: Extending wards

Dragon’s name: Teine

Dragon’s description: Green Daggertail (M)

Brennan

Surname: Sorrengail, Aisreigh (alias)

Signet: Mending

Dragon’s name: Marbh

Dragon’s description: Orange Daggertail (M)

Lilith

Surname: Sorrengail (maiden name unknown)

Signet: Storm wielder

Dragon’s name: Aimsir

Dragon’s description: Brown (unknown tail type)

Augustine

Surname: Melgren

Signet: Battle foresight

Dragon’s name: Codagh

Dragon’s description: Black Swordtail (M)

(Unknown)

Surname: Devera

Signet: Unknown

Dragon’s name: Unknown

Dragon’s description: Red Clubtail

(Unknown)

Surname: Kaori

Signet: Illusionist

Dragon’s name: Smachd

Dragon’s description: Unknown

(Unknown)

Surname: Carr

Signet: Fire wielder

Dragon’s name: Breugan

Dragon’s description: Orange Daggertail (M)

Burton

Surname: Varrish

Signet: Weakness reading

Dragon’s name: Solas

Dragon’s description: Orange Daggertail

Naolin

Surname: Unknown

Signet: Siphon

Dragon’s name: Tairn

Dragon’s description: Black Morningstartail

Heaton

Surname: Unknown

Signet: Breathing underwater

Dragon’s name: Unknown

Dragon’s description: Unknown

Emery

Surname: Barnes

Signet: Air manipulation

Dragon’s name: Unknown

Dragon’s description: Brown Clubtail

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lilacxquartz · 5 months ago

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Don't Make Me Feel Alive I Chapter 6

kenjaku x f!reader

chapter summary: giving into a curiosity he could no longer ignore, he took his chance with you.

warnings: noncon, manga spoilers

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6. Blur

It was strange, but as Kenjaku completed the night by your side, he couldn’t help but get quite distracted. His mind raced with a one track thought as body ached with carnal curiosity. Even now, his memories were fresh with the curve of your body, frustrated with the decision to halt his exploration.

Logic aside, he was still a human; both born as one and even now, even after so many bodies still just a person. As a result, he knew it himself that such longing primal need was going to hinder his own cause.

Such a distraction led him to wonder if this was his own mind’s doing or if this was the fault of his vessel, wondering if his body might have liked something about you—ultimately deciding on the latter. Thinking back to how he acted in Kaori, there was an interest there with Jin but that was based off a pre-established relationship and also because he had to do so. As far as he knew, you had no idea who his current vessel was, so that left behind one explanation.

It was surely odd to him though as he settled on the thought.

Why… you?

He continued to plant his gaze on you as he watched you wake up, taking in everything you did and as you came around; his sights focused on how you stretched as well as how the amulet stabilised, concluding it was probably safe for him to continue.

As you continued to awaken, you felt his eyes on you without even needing to turn around to face him. It was an instinctual sort of feeling as a wave of dread washed over you and upon turning to look at him—you flinched, his eyes blank and fully devoid of a soul yet so ablaze with something you couldn’t comprehend.

Your body continued to tighten as he moved closer towards you and his intentions had finally surfaced.

(He wanted to enjoy this, to take it slow—to feed and savour your fear.)

“W-wait-“ you stammered, instantly recoiling at the prospect of him leaning closer.

Something felt wrong.

It felt as though you were being cornered.

“—Relax,” Kenjaku purred, pausing for just a moment as he leaned over you and then got up from the bed, finding your sinking reaction delicious, “just… sit up and stay still so I can inspect something.”

You reluctantly did so, feeling your breathing shudder, “T-that’s all?”

His expression remained cold and unchanged, not offering a single shred of warmth nor comfort as he instead simply nodded, closing the gap with his touch. You flinched again as his hands now pressed against your shoulders, pulling you ever so slightly towards him as he loomed over you.

You continued to shudder in growing discomfort as he disguised his intentions with you temporarily; his touch proving to feel invasive as he brushed his hands down your arms, daring to explore your waist again as well as your back and stomach, taking every passing second to memorise every single detail that he liked.

“Does this hurt?” he asked you, feigning care while also trying to get a handle on what exactly your condition took from you.

Not that he would go any easier on you.

“N-no,” you shakily replied, still frozen from what he seemed to be doing to you, “b-but I am, I-uh, I am uncomfortable so if you could please b-back awa-“

“—Relax,” he simply repeated himself, gently shushing your protests as you quietly begged him to stop. He was going to have his needs answered either way, whether you wanted for him to do so or not—so ultimately, your reluctance meant absolutely nothing to him.

You continued to feel increasingly uneasy as he moved gradually inwards, his body parking itself right in front of you. His frame towered over where you sat as he lowered himself ever so slightly to part your legs, standing dangerously close to you in a way that you didn’t like at all.

In an attempt to displace him, you tried to push him back but he didn’t budge at all, continuing to instead cage you in as he savoured the thought of what he was finally about to give into doing. His expression turned hungry, his body almost feeling as though it had to feed to sate the burning need.

(Oh, how he longed to devour you.)

When he didn’t move away, you tried to instead move back, finding that to your continued dismay that he didn’t let you—returning his hand to your shoulder, locking you into place, determining that once he knew you felt fully trapped, that it was then that it was finally time to make a move.

His hand continued to loiter around your shoulder, pushing you back down onto the mattress as you tried to resist. His own body didn’t so much as break a sweat while you strained yourself. His leg positioned itself right in between you, half kneeling onto the mattress as he continued his pursuit.

“H-hey, w-w-w-wait,” you tried to say but he didn’t reply. His intentions however were very telling and you didn’t even have to ask what he was doing at this point.

Kenjaku’s hands continued to move over your body, sliding beneath your top to move over your bare stomach; fingertips slipping to take hold of your breasts and fingers tweezing around your budding nipples. His calloused palms rubbed rough against your contrasting supple skin, squeezing and kneading however he pleased.

He pulled your wrists above your head, fastening them quickly into place with a rope of some sort he snatched from the nearby workstation, keeping you secured into place. Too much of a struggle would have worn you out and he wanted you to savour what he was about to put you through. The bindings were tight as a result.

“S-stop,” you tried to say despite his touch persisting, quickly understanding that your words were falling onto selectively deaf ears instead.

He next moved his focus towards your trousers, unbuttoning and then unzipping the pair, slipping the fabric off of your hips. He parted with his own clothes after, dropping them off to the side as he revealed his taut yet muscular frame.

You continued to remain helpless despite your continued vocal protests and physical attempts to keep him away, but as he moved to bend your knees up slightly and spread your legs even more, you knew that it was already too late.

You couldn’t do a single thing as he positioned himself over your now exposed heat, radiating such warmth that tempted him inside. Your underwear was snatched off in an instant, practically torn away from your hips.

He pressed the tip of his throbbing cock just over your entrance, pushing in slowly—filling your walls with his length and finally plunging inside. You grunted on the impact as you reluctantly took him in; your thighs clenching as he kept them forcefully spread apart.

Feeling you squirm and writhe as your body continued to resist him, he moved forward to fulfil his hunger. His hips rolled fluidly as he found his preferred rhythm; something that bordered on painful as he continued to slam himself inside. Your hips slowly bruised as his touch continued to tighten—holding onto the spots he liked for stability, pounding you into complete submission.

As he continued to ram himself into you, he moved one hand slowly down from where he kept your arms above your head and down to your hair, grasping wherever he could and pulling as tight as possible without causing damage to your skin.

Such continued violent pursuit proved painful as his cock continued to impale you; his rough pace and the noises that you produced now sounded pained—higher pitched and almost whining—a melody that he found enjoyable for his ears, encouraging him to push himself harder, further, attempting to hit you as deep as he could just to hear you cry because of—or no, for him.

As you continued to surrender to such unbearable sensations, you involuntarily latched onto him as you attempted to seek comfort that he continued to refuse you. Instead enjoying the sight of you looking so desperate underneath him, your eyes full of tears that streamed down your face from his cause, just for him to see.

Something about this whole thing felt draining to you, as though the stress inflicted stole your energy in some sort of way. Your vocal cries and physical attempts to get him to stop did nothing more other than waste your efforts, knowing that he absolutely wouldn’t give into stopping at all.

Kenjaku relented as his thrusts grew gradually slower however more impactful, finally seeming close to his end as a coiling surge dared to fire up within him.

Speeding up a final time in an attempt to push the final shred of need he had, his building pleasure finally reached a crescendo, his own grunts sounding rough as he continued to bury himself in your core, finally emptying himself deep into your sex—feeling truly satisfied, so perfectly spent.

Yet he didn’t stop just yet, still continuing to push himself a little further. He felt as his load filled you up wanting nothing more than to completely milk himself into you.

However, he soon collapsed over you to collect his breath, feeling something strange that continued to fester. Despite his needs finally being met, something else continued to unravel passively that he couldn’t quite place his finger on.

Rolling off of you and allowing for you to have some space to breathe, he considered leaving you completely alone after he returned from getting up and cleaning his mess but for some reason chose not to give you even a second to yourself after.

Instead, he turned you slightly over to your side, pulling you back against his chest as he got back into bed, for some reason attempting to offer comfort as something within him continued to boil away—going as far as to even undo the bindings on your arms, his expression dampening slightly when he noticed just how red it rubbed against your flesh.

He didn’t understand why he was trying to do so though. He hadn’t really offered warmth like this to anyone else before.

At least not for a long time.

You initially attempted to push him back, actually craving space now that it was finally over, but he silently kept you in place—his hands roamed around your body in a different sort of way, now attempting to soothe, knowing fully well that whatever little trust he had worked with you to establish prior now crumbled away beyond repair.

But… he didn’t regret a single thing.

He never did.

Still, it was strange but as this peculiar emotion within him continued to manifest, he made the decision to keep you glued to his company in the long run; feeling somewhat conflicted at the possibility of you spending your time elsewhere.

In his mind, he categorised you as a secret project of sorts, something that he wanted to remain hidden even from his most trusted allies.

However, to some degree, he still didn’t like this feeling as it continued to prove distracting, wondering if it would be for the best to cut his losses right away rather than letting it grow more.

But he didn’t.

“Your turn,” he spoke, staring down at your body, still so freshly violated from his own touch.

You blinked at him, not knowing what he meant.

“Go clean up,” he clarified.

As much as he liked you sitting in bed uncomfortable and full of his load, he was the one who would be subjected to cleaning up the mess if it spilled.

It sure took a while for you to get up from the bed though, your mind numbing at what exactly had just happened to you. When you finally found the bathroom, you locked the door behind you and attempted to wash the still clinging sensation of him away; finding that no matter how hot or cold the water got, no matter how hard you scrubbed the feel of him away, that it all remained.

Even after drying yourself, you next emptied your stomach into the toilet nearby in a surge of nausea, prompting you to clean yourself up a second time.

Eventually when you reluctantly returned, knowing that your escape was already impossible, he presented you with a new set of clothes that he then, to your completely unwavering dismay, helped you get dressed into.

Such crippling dependence on him continued to feed some sort of hunger that still lurked deep in his mind as he watched you barely able to stand let alone do anything by yourself. Maybe he was turned on from your inability to survive without him and with all things considered, he concluded that this wasn’t the worst thing he had ever done.

Especially since in doing so, whether you viewed it as something positive or not; you were now safe with him.

One particular thing did gnaw at him though, realising that your condition would likely continue to drag you down and in turn, him, too. It didn’t matter how much you spent training with him because your own sickness would prevail as the higher influence won each and every single time.

This led him to a bitter realisation that if you did get hurt outside of his prevention come autumn, that he would have to leave you behind either way; his plans taking priority no matter what.

But for now at least, he at least chose to not think about such things, having an idea to counter the potential issues tucked away deep in his mind.

For now he wanted to enjoy whatever it was that he was experiencing, finding it to be a luxury to sometimes just relax and give into his own humanity (or lack of it, in your eyes), whenever he had some time to spare.

He watched you succumb to the exhaustion that he caused this time around, feeling something conflicting stir within him once again. Just for the sake of it, he decided to take things easier for the remainder of the week to see how the energy retention and management would fare if you didn’t have to use it at all.

He could keep himself in check either way now that his burning curiosity was finally satisfied and even if you didn’t want it again later down the line, he could very easily just take it from you however many times he pleased.

But for now he wouldn’t.

Just to see if your condition would improve or not.

Not because he wanted for you to actually relax.

(Because that would mean that… he cared?)

(And he surely didn’t.)

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abbysimsfun · 2 months ago

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 45 (Improving the Clinic)

QUESTION: Why is it so difficult to raise the clinic's rating? Has anyone ever gotten it to five stars? How??

Brindleton Pawspital was steadily improving, but every day at work was hard. Heather now had three vet techs who improved their skills every day (even Marcus Flex!), but they all had a long way to go to catch up to Heather.

She still worked long hours, earning more four-star reviews and increasing her clinic's reputation. But four stars wasn't five and left plenty of room for improvement, so she set to work upgrading the décor to add to the ambiance. She added a box of pet toys and an espresso machine in the lobby, new artwork, and better couches. Conrad liked to send her flowers, and the arrangements always brightened up her office.

She placed a community board by the edge of the square and installed a unique statue crafted from bird feathers found by her cats. A vendor at the docks traded for it when she'd collected twelve different bird feathers. He said it was a Spotted Sixam bird, but her mother was an astrobotanist and she'd never heard of one before. Nonetheless, she displayed the local artwork proudly outside her clinic.

At the end of another successful workday, she convened with Kaori Hayashi, her best vet tech, to discuss her newest hire. "Do you think Rico will be able to get his skills up as naturally as you did?"

Kaori shrugged. "He's great with the animals but he's a bit slow yet. But he's enthusiastic, and keeping him away from Marcus for most of the day was pretty smart!"

Marcus was still prone to take too long on his exams, even if he was getting better. "I don't want Rico learning how to do everything the hard way. Thanks for taking him under your wing."

"It's no problem, Doc. Oh, by the way: Petcare keeps sending emails about raising our prices." Kaori smirked as Heather rolled her eyes. As important as it was for her to raise money for the buyout, she was well known for quality service and products at reasonable prices. She didn’t want to change for Petcare or Landgraab Corp.

"They think if they just keep sending price suggestion emails, I'll suddenly stop ignoring them," she scoffed. "We can raise enough to buy them out without making the clients pay more."

"There is one thing we could try. I saw it on Simdit a while ago, but a friend of mine has a connection to this old armour-maker from Tartosa. His suits of armour actually make people so happy they drop more money. He says businesses always notice better ratings once they put them in every room."

"Sometimes I feel like nothing I do can improve our rating, no matter how successful we are." Heather sighed. "Do the statues really work that well?"

"My friend swears they're really special."

"A suit of armour seems so out of place in a vet clinic..."

"He says people like what they like, and they like these statues! Besides, when have you ever really cared about aesthetics?"

She had a point there. "How much do they cost?"

"They're expensive," she said, pulling out that f%$@*& lump of clay. "Probably eight or nine thousand simoleons apiece."

Heather cringed. "The clinic doesn't have near that kind of money right now."

"I don't blame you for not jumping at the chance. It sounds like a crazy idea, but my friend's a good dude. I trust him on this, but maybe you should focus on paying off the Landgraabs first."

Heather was proud of the way she was running the clinic. If she worked hard and saved properly, she'd be rid of Nancy and her company sooner than later.

There was little she wanted more. ->

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【中文-D】抖娘-利世

【中文-D】朵朵酱

【中文-E】eliza喵喵

【中文-E】eloise软软

【中文-E】ElyEE子+Elyeee

【中文-E】恩田直幸

【中文-E】二佐Nisa

【中文-F】Fushii_海堂

【中文-F】发条少女YoKi+Pr社

【中文-F】肥肥雅

【中文-F】粉色薯条

【中文-F】封疆疆v

【中文-F】疯猫ss

【中文-F】冯珊珊

【中文-F】腐团儿Ikaros

【中文-G】G44不会受伤+G44不会武功

【中文-G】嘎潼

【中文-G】高中一只颖

【中文-G】糕糕萝莉

【中文-G】隔壁小姐姐+Pr社

【中文-G】嗝崽

【中文-G】工口糯米姬+糯米姬ovo+潘达学妹

【中文-G】工口小妖精+Pr社

【中文-G】古川kagura

【中文-G】骨头佬 + 小宠现在是全民学姐 - 時崎狂三旗袍

【中文-G】瓜希酱

【中文-G】怪蜀黍的乖萝莉+萝莉邻座怪阿松+松果醬心+Pr社

【中文-G】鬼畜瑶在不在w

【中文-G】锅锅酱

【中文-G】果咩酱w

【中文-G】过期米线线喵

【中文-H】HaneAme 雨波（台湾）

【中文-H】豪歌

【中文-H】好玩的江可爱+樱桃味的可爱m

【中文-H】赫连SAMA

【中文-H】黑川

【中文-H】黑川鹤子

【中文-H】黑猫猫OvO

【中文-H】黑米粥

【中文-H】狐狸小妖

【中文-H】胡桃猫

【中文-H】花兮_honoka

【中文-H】花音栗子+金鱼kingyo

【中文-H】黄金二逼王

【中文-H】凰儿

【中文-H】魂下糖君

【中文-H】活捉一只云儿吖

【中文-I】izumi泉桃子

【中文-J】Jesenim

【中文-J】JK铃木希子+工口小幼酱+幼宝小可爱i+幼酱M

【中文-J】JK邪魔暖暖+Pr社

【中文-J】激萌星儿+千叶双子

【中文-J】佳佳好难啊

【中文-J】佳奈（芝加哥打字机）

【中文-J】甲乙丙我姓丁

【中文-J】浆果儿

【中文-J】叫我脚丫子+Pr社

【中文-J】叫小黑

【中文-J】金克丝

【中文-J】尽职的媛媛

【中文-J】镜酱

【中文-J】镜颜欢+Pr社

【中文-J】九九八XY

【中文-J】九曲Jean

【中文-J】九尾狐狸m+可露露+萝莉悠悠酱+甜乙女+香草少女m+学妹超乖+咬一口小奈樱+Pr社

【中文-J】玖尾酱+岁酱

【中文-J】橘猫

【中文-J】菌烨tako

【中文-K】Kanami酱+Pr社

【中文-K】KaYa Huang

【中文-K】KaYa萱

【中文-K】Kettoe

【中文-K】Kitaro绮太郎

【中文-K】kittyxkum+绯红小猫

【中文-K】可爱loli蛋黄姬+Pr社

【中文-K】可爱的胖丁啊+可爱的小胖丁+胖丁不乖哟

【中文-K】可可老师

【中文-K】口水妹

【中文-K】快点亲亲我吖+魔法秋秋

【中文-L】Leah梓未

【中文-L】lovely呆玄

【中文-L】Luisa_零纱纱

【中文-L】Luv_小蜜桃

【中文-L】来自喵星的岁酱@cikey_c

【中文-L】蓝小沂KiKi

【中文-L】懒懒睡不醒

【中文-L】浪漫没有期限

【中文-L】老鼠窜过雨棚

【中文-L】里有

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【中文-L】莉莉酱

【中文-L】铃铛

【中文-L】铃木美咲+Misaki Suzuki+软软趴在床单上+Pr社

【中文-L】六碗鱼子酱

【中文-L】六味帝皇酱

【中文-L】楼银Emilia

【中文-L】陆卿卿kyokyo

【中文-L】鹿野希

【中文-L】露西宝贝

【中文-L】萝莉的胖次

【中文-L】萝莉液液酱YeYe

【中文-L】洛璃LoLiSAMA

【中文-L】洛丽塔大哥

【中文-L】洛美

【中文-M】miaotutu+Pr社

【中文-M】Miao喵酱

【中文-M】Mika Ying 冉冉（香港）

【中文-M】Miko酱

【中文-M】Misa呆呆

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【中文-M】Money冷冷

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【中文-M】麻酥酥+Pr社

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【中文-M】猫女王的日常+Pr社

【中文-M】猫田圣奈奈

【中文-M】猫夏小卡

【中文-M】猫型人偶

【中文-M】猫性大扎+Pr社

【中文-M】猫性少女+Pr社

【中文-M】霉可可

【中文-M】美羽miu

【中文-M】焖焖碳

【中文-M】萌��酱+甜味弥漫+Pr社

【中文-M】萌萌的奶卉&闺蜜+Pr社

【中文-M】萌柠少女

【中文-M】萌犬一只+Pr社

【中文-M】萌尾鹿

【中文-M】萌雪雪糕

【中文-M】萌芽儿o0

【中文-M】萌汁

【中文-M】弥美Mime

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【中文-M】迷失人形quq

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【中文-M】蜜汁猫裘

【中文-M】蜜汁少女+榨精少女

【中文-M】面饼仙儿

【中文-M】喵喵er

【中文-M】喵鱻姬+Pr社

【中文-M】喵子Nyako

【中文-M】杪夏

【中文-M】名濑弥七

【中文-M】铭铭kizami

【中文-M】魔法少女小柠檬+Pr社

【中文-M】沫小舞

【中文-M】墨嵐

【中文-M】墨玉-M

【中文-M】木花琳琳是勇者+Pr社

【中文-M】木绵绵OwO

【中文-M】木之本果

【中文-M】沐沐是淑女呀+沐沐睡不着m+沐小沐睡不着+蜜桃沐沐

【中文-M】沐浴自然℃

【中文-M】穆零Mu0

【中文-N】Nagisa魔物喵

【中文-N】Naimi奶咪

【中文-N】neko酱

【中文-N】Neko-薇薇

【中文-N】NinJA阿寨寨

【中文-N】娜美妖姬+完具少女+Pr社

【中文-N】奶肌酱

【中文-N】奶酪陷阱

【中文-N】奶狮不咬人

【中文-N】奶糖少女白桃

【中文-N】奈奈肉

【中文-N】奈汐酱Nice

【中文-N】南鸽

【中文-N】南宫

【中文-N】南桃Momoko

【中文-N】尼是老虎

【中文-N】你的负卿

【中文-N】你家大可爱露露

【中文-N】你们的小秋秋+Pr社

【中文-N】你十七鸽

【中文-N】年年

【中文-N】念念_D

【中文-N】念雪

【中文-N】您的蛋蛋

【中文-N】柠檬喵酱

【中文-N】诺儿的小世界

【中文-N】糯米姬

【中文-N】糯米酱

【中文-P】PAKI酱

【中文-P】啪喵少女

【中文-P】潘白雪

【中文-P】狍狍超可爱+养只小狍纸

【中文-P】狍崽子

【中文-P】皮皮奶可可爱了啦

【中文-P】皮皮娘+又又酱

【中文-P】拼音嘤嘤嘤

【中文-P】娉婷宝+软耳奶猫

【中文-Q】七月喵子

【中文-Q】柒柒要乖哦

【中文-Q】戚顾儿

【中文-Q】奇行家狗崽

【中文-Q】起司块wii

【中文-Q】千本年糕

【中文-Q】千岁娇+Pr社

【中文-Q】千舞樱洛+Pr社

【中文-Q】千夜未来

【中文-Q】芊川一笑+一笑芳香沁

【中文-Q】浅野yoyo酱

【中文-Q】浅野菌子

【中文-Q】乔伊丝

【中文-Q】切切celia

【中文-Q】青木小荷

【中文-Q】青青子js

【中文-Q】清水由乃

【中文-Q】清颜真德秀

【中文-Q】晴儿（香港）

【中文-Q】请叫我若生

【中文-Q】秋不是柯基+秋和柯基+夏小秋秋秋

【中文-Q】秋楚楚

【中文-R】ran冉酱-Pr社

【中文-R】rioko凉凉子

【中文-R】日奈娇

【中文-R】阮邑

【中文-R】软妹摇摇乐yoyo

【中文-R】软萌萝莉小仙+Pr社

【中文-R】软软酱M

【中文-R】弱气乙女

【中文-S】Sakiiii翎柒（斗鱼）

【中文-S】Sally多啦雪

【中文-S】Sayako

【中文-S】sexlyzi楽见酱+楽萌宝

【中文-S】Shika小鹿鹿

【中文-S】赛高+工口萝莉赛高

【中文-S】三寸萝莉+Pr社

【中文-S】三刀刀miido

【中文-S】三度_69

【中文-S】叁月

【中文-S】森福少女

【中文-S】闪月半

【中文-S】韶陌陌

【中文-S】少女枪械师+Pr社

【中文-S】深渊童子

【中文-S】神本无尾

【中文-S】神探火狸狸

【中文-S】神楽坂真冬

【中文-S】十万珍吱伏特

【中文-S】十夜殿下

【中文-S】是本末末

【中文-S】是青水

【中文-S】是依酱吖

【中文-S】霜月shimo

【中文-S】水淼aqua

【中文-S】私人玩物+Pr社

【中文-S】斯洛克甜心+Pr社

【中文-S】斯文文文文

【中文-S】饲育系少女X+Pr社

【中文-S】苏恩惠（斗鱼主播）

【中文-S】苏苏超甜吖+苏妄言

【中文-S】苏小宁

【中文-S】苏嫣嫣阿姨

【中文-S】索索-sophia

【中文-T】Tina很妖孽呀

【中文-T】Tomoyo酱

【中文-T】塔塔_Lo1iTa

【中文-T】太宰子颖+Pr社

【中文-T】钛合金TiTi

【中文-T】桃谷谷

【中文-T】桃谷若姬子

【中文-T】桃良阿宅

【中文-T】桃气橘子+小蔡头喵喵喵

【中文-T】桃桃酱

【中文-T】桃小沫沫酱

【中文-T】甜美小娇妾+沈娇娇

【中文-T】甜甜的小奶猫+甜心奶猫酱+Pr社

【中文-T】甜筒+一口幼桃

【中文-T】铁板烧鬼舞w

【中文-T】涂鸦诗柔

【中文-T】兔牙酱儿+小兔牙+Pr社

【中文-U】uki雨季

【中文-U】usejan蓝蓝

【中文-V】vams子

【中文-W】wink是可爱的wink

【中文-W】w黑米粥w

【中文-W】玩偶宝宝

【中文-W】宛如視圖福利+Pr社

【中文-W】婉Yue

【中文-W】婉儿别闹（斗鱼）

【中文-W】汪知子

【中文-W】王胖胖u

【中文-W】妄摄娘

【中文-W】旺仔桃叽

【中文-W】雯妹不讲道理

【中文-W】我才不是neko

【中文-W】我就是呜崽酱

【中文-W】我是你可爱的小猫+Pr社

【中文-W】我想吃麦当劳

【中文-W】无影

【中文-W】无筝Ryou

【中文-W】五更百鬼

【中文-W】舞小喵

【中文-W】雾枝姬Kirie

【中文-X】西尔酱+Pr社

【中文-X】西园寺南歌

【中文-X】希希酱

【中文-X】习呆呆+Pr社

【中文-X】下面有跟棒棒糖

【中文-X】夏鸽鸽不想起床

【中文-X】夏花

【中文-X】夏美酱

【中文-X】夏茉果果+Pr社

【中文-X】夏诗诗

【中文-X】仙九Airi

【中文-X】仙仙桃

【中文-X】香草喵露露

【中文-X】向小圆

【中文-X】宵鱼鱼

【中文-X】小阿甜

【中文-X】小仓千代w

【中文-X】小丁

【中文-X】小结巴

【中文-X】小酒酒

【中文-X】小卷

【中文-X】小鹿丢了

【中文-X】小鹿醬

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【中文-X】小鸟酱

【中文-X】小青茗

【中文-X】小清殿下

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【中文-X】小兔软糖

【中文-X】小仙云儿

【中文-X】小野妹子

【中文-X】小野樱

【中文-X】小尤物

【中文-X】小渔

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【中文-X】邪魔暖暖

【中文-X】星澜想来杯珍珠奶茶+星澜是澜澜叫澜妹呀

【中文-X】星野咪兔

【中文-X】星之迟迟

【中文-X】熊川纪信

【中文-X】熊丫丫

【中文-X】轩萧学姐

【中文-X】雪琪SAMA

【中文-X】雪晴Astra

【中文-Y】云溪溪

【中文-Y】Yami

【中文-Y】Yoko宅夏

【中文-Y】yui金鱼

【中文-Y】Yuki乔酱ovo

【中文-Y】Yunkei

【中文-Y】yuuhui玉汇

【中文-Y】押尾猫+Pr社

【中文-Y】芽美

【中文-Y】闫盼盼

【中文-Y】眼酱大魔王w

【中文-Y】羊大真人

【中文-Y】阳布布鸭

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【中文-Y】瑶瑶baby

【中文-Y】要词甜

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【中文-Y】野餐兔

【中文-Y】夜兔

【中文-Y】液液酱YeYe+Pr社

【中文-Y】一北亦北

【中文-Y】一米八的大梨子

【中文-Y】一千只猫薄禾

【中文-Y】一小央��

【中文-Y】一小只萌宠

【中文-Y】一只饺子

【中文-Y】一只可爱简

【中文-Y】一只喵喵梓

【中文-Y】一只冉呐

【中文-Y】一只肉肉酱+一隻肉肉醬

【中文-Y】一只桃狐狸呀

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【中文-Y】音波酱+樱木川田+Pr社

【中文-Y】桜井宁宁（斗鱼）

【中文-Y】桜桃喵

【中文-Y】婴儿肥的马爷和tony

【中文-Y】樱川奈子

【中文-Y】樱井奈奈

【中文-Y】樱狸子

【中文-Y】樱落酱

【中文-Y】樱勺

【中文-Y】樱玉花子

【中文-Y】樱崽ovo

【中文-Y】营养甜奶

【中文-Y】优米

【中文-Y】悠宝三岁

【中文-Y】悠悠子大魔王

【中文-Y】尤猫醒醒ovo+尤猫睡不醒

【中文-Y】由衣酱+Pr社

【中文-Y】有喵酱

【中文-Y】幼齿喵

【中文-Y】幼音少女

【中文-Y】柚木yuzuki+Pr社

【中文-Y】柚子猫

【中文-Y】鱼鱼喵s+Pr社

【中文-Y】羽柔子

【中文-Y】羽生三未

【中文-Y】芋宝宝+芋喵喵

【中文-Y】芋圆侑子SJ

【中文-Y】御茶姬

【中文-Y】御姐倩倩

【中文-Y】元气少女花狸追+Pr社

【中文-Y】元气小奈音+Pr社

【中文-Y】原来是茜公举殿下+Pr社

【中文-Y】源纱希喵喵喵

【中文-Y】月月酱

【中文-Y】晕崽

【中文-Y】云宝宝er+Pr社

【中文-Z】Zaya秋

【中文-Z】炸酱沐沐

【中文-Z】榨汁姬

【中文-Z】真央Mao

【中文-Z】芝麻酱+Pr社

【中文-Z】知一妹妹

【中文-Z】枳姬

【中文-Z】稚颜酱

【中文-Z】周叽是可爱兔兔

【中文-Z】逐月Su+Pr社

#福利姬 #写真 #少女

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Madness - Chapter 12

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Presentation Day is unlike any other. The air is ripe with possibilities, and possibly the stench of sulfur from a dragon who has been offended. Never look a red in the eye. Never back down from a green. If you show trepidation to a brown…well, just don’t.

—Colonel Kaori’s Field Guide to Dragonkind

There are 169 of us by the time the morning is done and, and with our time we’ve placed first out of the thirty-six squads for Presentation—the piss-inducing parade of cadets before this year’s dragons willing to bond.

Anxiety seizes me at the thought of walking so close to dragons determined to weed out the weak before Threshing, and I suddenly wish we’d placed last.

The fastest up the Gauntlet was Liam, of course, earning him the Gauntlet patch. Pretty sure he doesn’t know how to take second place. But I’m really proud of him. He deserves it.

The box canyon that makes up the training field is spectacular in the afternoon sun, with miles of autumn-colored meadows and peaks rising on three sides of us as we wait at the narrowest part, the entrance to the valley. At the end, I can make out the line of the waterfall that might be just a trickle of a creek now but will rush at runoff season.

The leaves of the trees are all turning gold, as though someone has brought in a paintbrush with only one color and streaked it across the landscape.

And then there are the dragons.

Averaging twenty-five feet tall, they’re in a formation of their own, lined up several feet back from the path—close enough to pass judgment on us as we walk by.

“Let’s go, Second Squad, you’re up next,” Garrick says, beckoning us with a wave that makes the rebellion relic on his bared forearm gleam.

Theo and the other squad leaders stayed behind. It’s only the five of us.

“Into formation,” Garrick orders, his tone all business, which doesn’t surprise me given that his leadership style is more mission first, niceties last. Go figure he seems to be so close to Xaden. Unlike Xaden, though, the right side of his uniform has a neat line of patches proclaiming him Flame’s section leader as well as more than five patches advertising his skill with a multitude of weapons.

Interesting. We’re in the Tail section. Why is he here?

We comply, and Liam and I end up near the back this time.

Garrick’s hazel eyes skim over us. “Hopefully Theo has done his job, so you know that it’s a straight walk down the meadow. I’d recommend staying at least seven feet apart—”

“In case one of us gets torched,” Ethan mutters from ahead.

„Correct, Ethan. Cluster if you want, just know if a dragon finds disfavor with one of you, it’s likely to burn the whole lot to weed one out,” Garrick warns, holding our gazes for a beat. “Also, remember you’re not here to approach them, and if you do, you won’t be making it back to the dormitory tonight.”

“Can I ask a question?” Vila says from the front row.

Garrick nods, but the ticking of his jaw says he’s annoyed. I can’t blame him. Vila annoys the shit out of me, too. It’s her constant need to tear everyone down that makes most of us keep our distance.

“After Gauntlet I met a couple of the second- and third-years, and I talked to some of them…”

“That’s not a question.” He lifts his brows.

Yep, he’s annoyed.

“Right. It’s just that they said there’s a feathertail?” Her voice pitches upward.

“A f-feathertail?” Rio sputters from directly in front of me. “Who the hell would ever want to bond a feathertail?”

I roll my eyes, and Liam shakes his head.

“Professor Kaori never told us there would be a feathertail,” Ethan says. “I know because I memorized every single dragon he showed us. All hundred of them.”

“Well, guess there’s a hundred and one now,” Garrick replies, looking at us as if we’re children he’d like to be rid of before glancing back over his shoulder at the entrance to the valley. “Relax. Feathertails don’t bond. I can’t even remember the last time one has been seen outside the Vale. It’s probably just curious. You’re up. Stay on the path. You walk up, you wait for the entire squad, you walk back down. It really doesn’t get any easier than this from here on out, kids, so if you can’t follow those simple instructions, then you deserve whatever happens in there.” He turns and heads over to a path before the canyon wall where the dragons are perched.”

We follow, breaking away from the crowd of first-years.

“They’re all yours,” Garrick says to the quadrant’s senior wingleader, a woman I’ve seen a few times in Battle Brief murmuring to Xaden. Her uniform still has her signature spikes on the shoulders, but this time they’re gold and look sharp as hell—like she wanted to throw in a little extra badass today.

Cool.

She nods and dismisses him. “Single file.”

We all shuffle into a line.

Liam is at my back and Rio just ahead of me, which means I’ll be treated to his commentary the whole time, no doubt. Awesome.

“Talk,” the senior wingleader says, folding her arms across her chest.

“Nice day for a Presentation,” I joke.

“Not to me.” The senior wingleader narrows her gaze on me, then motions to the line of cadets before her. “Talk to your nearby squadmates while you’re on the path, as it will help the dragons get a sense of who you are and how well you play with others. There’s a correlation between bonded cadets and level of chatter.”

And now I want to switch places.

“Feel free to look at the dragons, especially if they’re showing off their tails, but I would abstain from eye contact if you value your life.” She pauses long enough for that bit of advice to sink in, then adds, “See you after your stroll.”

With a sweep of her hand, the senior wingleader steps to the side, revealing the dirt path that leads through the center of the valley, and up ahead, sitting so perfectly still that they might be gargoyles, are the hundred and one dragons who have decided to bond this year.

The line starts, and we give one another the suggested seven feet before following.

I’m hyperaware of every step as I walk down the path. The trail is hard beneath my boots, and there’s a definite lingering odor of sulfur.

We pass a trio of red dragons first. Their talons are almost half my size.

“I can’t even see their tails!” Rio shouts from in front of me. “How are we supposed to know what breed they are?”

I keep my eyes locked at the level of their massive, muscled shoulders as we walk by. “We’re not supposed to know what breed they are,” I respond.

„Fuck that,” he says over his shoulder. “I need to figure out which one I’m going to approach during Threshing.”

“Pretty sure this little walk is so they can decide,” I retort.

“Hopefully one of them will decide you don’t get to make it to Threshing,” Liam says, his voice quiet so it barely reaches me.

I laugh as we approach a set of browns, both slightly smaller than General Sorrengail’s Aimsir, but not by much.

“They’re a little bigger than I thought they would be,” Ethan says, his voice rising. He’s in front of Rio. “Not that I didn’t see the ones at Parapet, but…”

I look over Rio’s shoulder to see his wide gaze flickering between the path and the dragons. He’s nervous.

“So Ethan, how long do you know each other with Liam?” I ask him, continuing to walk forward past a handful of oranges.

“What?” He asks.

“We’ve been squadmates for a few months now, but I don’t know much about you.” I try to distract him.

“Well our family were close before…you know.” He says slowly, tugging down his sleeves. Yeah, I know. “We practically grew up together. And we were always in trouble. Mostly because of him.”

“Come on, really?” I laugh and glance back at Liam. He smirks and shrugs.

“Yes. He and his sister were real troublemakers.” Ethan laughs with us.

“But you never said anything. You always took the blame with us.” Liam says behind me.

“That’s true.” Ethan nods. “Because we’re friends.”

“I didn’t even know about your sister.” I say over my shoulder, lowering my gaze immediately when I accidentally make eye contact with one of the oranges.

“She’s just like you. I think you would get along well.” Liam says. “Sloane is fierce and her personality is matches yours.”

“What do you mean by that?” I glare at him.

“You’ll see. She joins us next year.” His voice is thick with concern.

“Don’t worry, Liam. We will be there for her. I promise.” I smile at him.

I will do anything to make him survive the year. That’s the least I can do for him.

“And what about you?” Liam asks. “Are you going to write someone once we get priviliges?”

“Yeah. Probably for Mira.” I say. “She used to write letters for Violet and me. And I think it’s a bullshit rule that we are not allowed to write letters in the first year.”

“You don’t think it encourages loyalty to the wing?” He asks.

“I think I’m just as loyal to her whether I’ve had a letter from her or not,” I counter. “There are bonds that can’t be broken.”

“I’d be loyal to her, too,” Rio says, turning around and grinning as he walks backward. “She’s one hell of a rider, and that ass. I saw her right before Parapet and damn, Aelin. She’s hot.”

We pass by another set of reds, then a single brown and a pair of greens.

“Turn around.” I make the spinning motion with my finger. “Mira would eat you for breakfast, Rio.”

“I’m just wondering how one of them got all the good traits and the other looks like she got the leftovers.” He refers to Violet.

“You’re an asshole.” I flip him the middle finger.

“Just saying, maybe I’ll write a letter of my own once we get privileges.” He turns and continues walking.

We pass more dragons, and my breathing starts to settle. The smell of sulfur disappears, or maybe I’ve just grown accustomed to it. They’re close enough to torch us, but I can’t hear them breathing or feel it, either.

We pass the halfway mark and continue.

Is the way the dragons stare at us scary as hell? Absolutely, but they want to be here the same as we do, so at least I hope they’ll be judicious with their firepower.

“When did you come up with your plan about the rope? Or the dagger?” Liam asks. “I know it bothered you a lot, that Violet couldn’t make it to the top. You could have told me. You can trust me, you know.”

“I trust you with my life, Liam! And we didn’t think of it until yesterday,” I answer, taking the time to look over my shoulder so I can see him. “And if it didn’t work, I didn’t want you to be an accomplice. You have a real future here, and I refuse to bring you down with us.

“I don’t need you to protect me.”

“I know. But it’s just what friends do, Liam.” I shrug as we walk by a trio of browns, the soft crunch of our boots on the dark gravel path the only sound for a few minutes. “You protect me, I protect you. It’s simple.”

“You keeping any other secrets up there?” He asks.

“I think it’s impossible to know everything there is to know about someone. But you know me the best.”

He snorts a laugh. “If that wasn’t skirting the question.”

“At least I was honest.” I laugh too.

“You guys done bonding back there?” Rio sneers. “Because we’re almost to the end of the line, if you haven’t noticed.” He pauses in the middle of the path, his gaze swinging right. “And I still can’t figure out which one I’m going to choose.”

“With arrogance like that, I’m sure any dragon would feel lucky to share your mind for the rest of your life.” I pity whatever dragon—if any—chooses him.

The rest of the squad is gathered ahead of us, facing our direction at the end of the path, but all their attention is focused to the right.

We pass the last brown dragon, and I inhale sharply.

“What the hell?” Rio stares.

“Keep walking,” I order, but my gaze is transfixed.

Standing at the end of the line is a small golden dragon.

Sunlight reflects off its scales and horns as it stands to its full height, flicking a feathered tail around the side of its body. The feathertail.

My jaw drops as I take in the sharp teeth and quick, darting movements of its head as it studies us. At its full height, it’s probably only a few feet taller than I am, like a perfect miniature of the brown next to it.

I walk straight into Rio’s back and startle. We’ve reached the end of the path, where the rest of the squad has been waiting.

“Get off me, Melgren,” Rio hisses and shoves me back. “Who the hell would bond that thing?”

My chest tightens. “They can hear you,” I remind him. “And who the hell would bond you?”

“It’s fucking yellow.” Vila points right at the dragon, disgust curling her lip. “So not only is it obviously too small to carry a rider in battle, but it’s not even powerful enough to be a real color.”

“Maybe it’s a mistake,” Ethan says quietly. “Maybe it’s a baby orange.”

“It’s full grown,” Liam argues. “There’s no way the other dragons allow a baby to bond. No human alive has ever seen a baby.”

“It’s a mistake all right.” Rio looks at the golden one and scoffs. “It’s freakishly weak.”

“It looks powerful enough to burn you to death,” I counter.

“Maybe you should be the one to burn to death, Melgren.” He sneers. “You’re useless. You’re only trying to protect Sorrengail because she’s weak, and because of this you’re weak too. The likes of you should be eliminated.”

Before I can say anything Liam lunges between us, grabbing Rio’s collar. “Don’t ever say that about a squadmate, especially not in front of unbonded dragons.”

“Let him go—he’s just saying what we’re all thinking,” Vila mutters.

I turn slowly to stare at her. Is this what happens to us the second we’re out of hearing range of any superior cadet? We turn on one another.

Ethan puts his hand on Liam’s arm. “Don’t make a mistake in front of them. We don’t know what they’ll do,” he whispers. And now we’re grouped up.

I shuffle backward a little as Liam drops Rio’s collar.

“Someone should kill it before it bonds,” Rio sputters, and for the first time in my life, I actually want to kick someone while they’re down…and keep kicking until they stay down. Or I should simply kill him. It would be easier.

„It’s just going to get its rider killed, and it’s not like we get a choice if it wants to bond us.”

“You’re just picking up on that now, are you?” Liam shakes his head.

“We should go back, they’re staring at us” Vila says, her gaze darting around the group.

We take off one by one, leaving the suggested space between us. Rio is the first, Liam goes before me this time and Ethan follows behind, with Vila bringing up the rear.

„They’re pretty incredible, aren’t they?” Ethan says, and the wonder in his voice makes me smile.

“They are,” I agree. “I’m so excited to see which dragons will choose us.”

“They’re honestly a little underwhelming after seeing that blue at Parapet.” Vila’s voice carries all the way to Liam, who turns around with a glare.

“Like this isn’t stressful enough without you insulting them?” He asks.

I need to defuse this quickly. “Yes, Sgaeyl is amazing but, don’t think these dragons sizes mean they’re weak. And it could be worse. We could be walking past a line of wyvern, right?”

“Oh please, Aelin, spare us. You’re ridiculous.” Vila says sarcastically. “Let me guess. Wyvern are some elite squad of gryphon riders created because of something we did at a battle.

“You don’t know what a wyvern is?” Liam asks, then begins walking again. “Didn’t your parents tell you bedtime stories, Vila?”

“Do enlighten me,” Vila drawls.

I roll my eyes, continuing along the path. “They’re folklore,” I say over my shoulder. “Kind of like dragons but bigger, with two feet instead of four, a mane of razor-sharp feathers streaking down their necks, and a taste for humans. Unlike dragons, who think we’re a little gamey.”

I notice each dragon as we pass, but my heartbeat steadies. “Violet’s father used to read to us those fables every night,” I tell her. “And Violet seriously asked him one time if her mother was going to turn into a venin because she could channel.” I laugh at the memory.

Liam chuckles as we walk by a set of glaring reds. “Did he tell you people supposedly only turn into venin if they channel directly from the source?”

“He did, but it was after her mother had a really long night, and her eyes were bloodshot red, so she freaked out and started shrieking.” I laugh harder. “She took her book of fables away for a month because the guards all came running, and Violet was hiding behind her brother, who couldn’t stop laughing, and, well…it was a mess.” I keep my eyes front and center as a large orange sniffs the air when I pass.

Liam’s shoulders shake with laughter. “I wish I could have seen it.”

“That sounds like some border-village nonsense.” Vila scoffs. “Venin? Wyvern? Anyone with a modicum of education knows that our wards stop all magic that isn’t channeled directly from dragons.”

“They’re stories, Vila,” I say over my shoulder, and I can’t help but notice how much ground we’ve covered.

One of the dragons blows air on us. There’s a smell of sulfur. Maybe we should hurry before the dragon decides to scorch us.

„Oh my gods, the smell,” Vila complains.

“What did you expect? They’re dragons.” I roll my eyes, turning around to level a glare at her, but Liam’s face makes me pause.

His eyes are as wide as saucers, and his mouth hangs open. “Aelin.”

It’s a whisper, and I wonder briefly if I heard him as much as I saw the word forming on his lips.

“Ael—”

A warm huff of steam blows against the back of my neck. My heart thunders, the beat increasing erratically as I take what might be my last breath and turn toward the line of dragons.

The golden eyes of not one but two greens meet mine, consuming my field of vision.

Oh. Fuck.

To approach a green dragon, lower your eyes in supplication and wait for their approval. That’s what I read, right?

I drop my gaze as one chuffs another breath at me. It’s hot and appallingly wet, but I’m not dead yet, so that’s a plus.

The one on the right chortles deep in its throat. Wait, is that the sound of approval I’m looking for? Shit, I wish I’d asked Mira.

I lift my head and suck in a sharp breath. They’re even closer. The one on the left nudges my hands with its giant nose, but I somehow stand my ground, rocking back on my heels to keep from falling over.

Greens are the most reasonable.

The one on the right sets its nose right at my breasts and chuffs again.

What. The. Hell.

It inhales, making that noise in its throat, and the other shoves its nose into my ribs, making me raise my arms just in case they feel like taking a little nibble.

“Aelin!” Liam whisper-shouts.

“I’m all right!” I call back, then wince, hoping I didn’t just seal my fate by screaming in their ears.

Another chuff. Another chortle, like they’re talking to each other as they sniff me.

The one under my arm moves its nostrils to my back and sniffs again.

Realization hits and I choke out a tight, surreal laugh. “You smell Teine, don’t you?” I ask quietly.

They both draw back, just far enough for me to look them in their golden eyes, but they keep their jaws shut, giving me the courage to keep talking.

“I got if from Mira.” Slowly lowering my arms, I run my hands over my snot-covered vest and the armor carefully sewn into it. “She collected Teine’s scales after he shed them last year and had them shrunk down so she could sew them into the vest to help keep me safe. You will meet her sister too. Violet is here and she has the same vest as me.”

The one on the right blinks.

The one on the left sticks its nose in again, sniffing loudly.

“The scales have saved me a few times,” I whisper. “But no one else knows they’re in there. Just Violet, Mira and Teine.”

They both blink at me, and I lower my gaze, bowing my head because it feels like the thing to do. Professor Kaori taught us every way to approach a dragon and exactly zero ways to disengage one.

Step by step, they retreat until I see them take up their places in line in my peripherals, and I finally raise my head.

“Thank you for not eating me.” I smile at them.

“Aelin!” Liam groans.

Taking several deep breaths, I try to lock my muscles to keep me from shaking.

„Aelin.” Liam is only a few feet away, a look of terror in her eyes. He must have been right behind their heads.

“I’m fine.” I smile and nod. “I have dragon-scale armor under the vest,” I whisper. “They smell Mira’s dragon. Please don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t,” he whispers. “You’re all right?”

“Other than having a few years of my life shaved off.” I laugh.

“Let’s get out of here.” He nods, his gaze darting toward the line of dragons.

“Good idea.”

He turns and walks back to his place, and once there’s fifteen feet between us, I follow.

“I think I just shat myself,” Ethan says, and my laughter only pitches higher as we move through the field.

“Honestly, I thought they were going to eat you,” Vila remarks.

“Me too,” I admit.

“I wouldn’t have blamed them,” she continues.

“You’re insufferable,” Ethan calls back.

I focus on the path and keep walking.

“What? She’s obviously not fit to be a rider. We need to be strong and mercless. We need to choose a dragon-“

A blast of heat singes my back and I halt.

Don’t be Ethan. Don’t be—

“Guess the dragons think she’s insufferable, too,” Ethan mutters. Our squad is down to four first-years.

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