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i’ve been haunted by the weight of responding to this ask all fucking night

[twiceinadream]

“Yeogi, yeogi, yeogi.”

Requested: Yup

Request: Momo is unable to escape her dorm on Valentine's Day so instead, y/n sneaks into the dorm

a/u: Hey, everyone! I didn’t realize it was already Friday I’ve been so busy this week, so sorry if this seems a little weird I wrote this over a month ago and just finished it today. I hope you still enjoy this Valentine’s prompt. I love you guys!

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Word Count: 2.7k

Momo sat in front of JYP with a scowl prominent on her face as he shook his head, “I’m sorry Momo-ssi, but I can’t have you going out and about with Y/N-ssi on Valentine’s.” The man pinched the bridge of his nose, “It’s just too easy for you and Y/N to be recognized and I don’t want the media swarming the two of you.” Jinyoung trailed off at the end, clearing his throat before frowning, “I’m sorry Momo, I really am.”

The Japanese girl ran a hand through her hair as she tried to play off her sadness, “It’s fine, I understand.” Her voice was sullen as she exited his office and left the building. Resisting the urge to cry in the van till she returned back to their dorm, just wanting to cuddle with Boo and Dobby before she told you she would have to cancel the plans you had made. Mentally preparing herself for the disappointment she would hear on the other end of the line when she broke the news to you, sometimes she hated being an idol.

It didn’t take long to get from the company back to Twice’s dorm as Momo stared at your contact, resisting the urge to call you until she got inside as she thanked the driver and headed up. Her head hit the wall of the elevator as she rode it to their floor, her heart sinking into her stomach as she entered the shared dorm to find Sana, Nayeon, and Tzuyu sitting in the living room. Expectant looks on their faces as Nayeon raised an eyebrow at her, noticing how Momo’s shoulders were slumped forward and she looked like someone had just told her she’d have to give up jokbal.

The eldest bit her lip as she made eye contact with the third oldest, “How’d it go?” The question was stupid, Nayeon knew that, but decided to ask anyway. And with the way Momo just stared at her for a second before leaving down the hall, she got all the answers she needed, “I guess that’s a, ‘No’.”

Tzuyu deadpanned the sole Korean, “You don’t say Unnie.”

The sound of bickering followed Momo down the hall as she opened the door to her, Sana, and Nayeon’s shared room. Boo and Dobby lounging on the bed as they got up the instant the door opened, happy yips coming from both of them as they saw their owner enter the room. Their tails wagging as Momo laid on the bed, a soft smile gracing her lips as they cuddled into her sides. A frown taking over her smile as she smiled heavily, cuddling the two dogs as she felt tears sping into the corner of her eyes.

The Japanese girl burried her head in their fur as she let a soft sob from her lips, ‘Why couldn’t she just see you like every other couple on Valentine’s?’ She continued to cry till she eventually fell asleep, sad looks on Sana and Nayeon’s face as they listened on the other side of the door. They hated seeing any of their members sad, Momo especially since she wasn’t really asking for much.

That was when Tzuyu came up behind them, “I have an idea.” The maknae said, scaring the two older girls as she made them jump.

Sana held her hand to her chest as she spun around to face the Taiwanese girl, “Jeez! And what would that be?”

Tzuyu smiled, her dimple showing, “I need to make a few calls and you’ll see.”

-

-The Next Morning-

The sound of loud voices in the kitchen is what roused Momo when she realized she fallen asleep crying, her eyes her puffy and dry as she dragged herself out of bed. Her head felt like it was pounding when she noticed that Boo and Dobby were gone but the door to the bedroom was open. But by the sound in the kitchen she figured that one of girls had taken them out of the room.

The Japaneee girl didn’t even bother to fix herself as she headed towards the kitchen, just wanting to get a strong cup of coffee before she had to call you. She felt sick to her stomach at the thought of letting you down so early in the morning, but continued her trek down the hall when she spotted most of her members already dressed in the kitchen, “Are we going somewhere?”

At the sound of Momo’s voice the five other girls stopped what they were doing, staring at the main dancer. Before the front door suddenly opened: Sana, Nayeon, Tzuyu, and a hooded figure stumbled in, barely registering that the Japanese girl was there when the three turned the hooded figure around so that they were facing the door. A bright smile on Sana’s face as she looked at her best friend, “Momoring, you’re up! We have a surprise.”

The glee in the younger’s voice made her raise an eyebrow, “Do I need to change?” They stifled a laugh as Nayeon turned the hooded figure back around, and time seemed to slow in Momo’s eyes as the figure slowly lifted the hood to reveal, “Y/N?”

You smiled brightly at your girlfriend’s reaction, shooting her a wink, “The one and only.”

“How did you…?” Your girlfriend’s voice trailed off as she resisted the urge to cry, her body flooding with so many emotions when Boo and Dobby circled around her ankles.

You crossed the distance between the two of you as you wrapped her in a hug, “I got a call from Tzu last night saying that the company wouldn’t let you go out today. So Yoda, the snake, and a bunny snuck me in so I could be with you.”

Momo’s jaw dropped as she looked at her members who were putting on their shoes, “Wait, where are you guys going?”

Jihyo smiled as she motioned to the cabinets and fridge, “We put a little something together for the two of you, enjoy your day together and we’re all staying at Jeong’s sister’s place tonight, so use your time wisely.” The leader winked, making you and Momo blush a deep shade of red.

“Th...thank you.” The dancer said earnestly, going over to hug each of the members as they left.

“Of course Momo Unnie.” Tzuyu smiled, pushing her back towards you, “Now go have fun.” And with that: you, Momo, and the dogs were left alone.

-

It was had gotten late into the evening, with a day filled with rom-com marathons and snacks when you both started craving real food. Momo was leaning against you when she felt your stomach rumble, the sound making her laugh, “Aww, is my poor baby hungry?”

But before she could get another word in, her stomach began making the same noise as you stuck out your tongue, “I guess that makes two of us.”

Momo pouted as you both got off the couch, stumbling your way into the kitchen as you pulled open the fridge. Finding a few miscellaneous items, some chocolate covered strawberries (which you made a mental note of) before you saw a jar of half finished pasta sauce, you held it up to your girlfriend, “Spaghetti?”

The Japanese girl turned to look at you as she was rummaging through the cupboards, pulling out a box of pasta, “Perfect! And I think we might have meatballs in there.” You opened up one of the drawers to find the package she was talking about, only to find fuzz covered meat.

“Momoring, these are spoiled.” You cringed as you quickly threw it away, not wanting to look at it anymore, “Guess we’re back to just pasta and sauce.”

Your girlfriend shrugged, “At least we still have some food.” You nodded as you began taking out a few pots.

“True, and we haven’t burned anything yet.

-

-A Few Moments Later-

“Omg, Y/N! The pasta is burning!” The sound of the smoke detector going off didn’t help the fact you were now frantically running to the pot of burning water as you threw it in the sink.

“How did we burn water!?” You looked at your girlfriend in shock as a beat of silence passed between you two. You both held each other’s state for a second longer before you both burst out laughing, “I probably jinxed us earlier.”

Momo giggled as she went to hug you, knocking her fist against the wooden chopping board, “We forgot to ‘knock on wood’ Y/N-Chan.”

You nodded, “Without a doubt, but what are we gonna do now?” But before Momo could answer the sound of a knock sounded throughout the dorm, you cocked an eyebrow as you went to open the door. Not wanting the delivery person to know this was Twice’s dorm, “Can I help you?”

The man on the other side held up two plastic bags, “Food delivery for L/N Y/N.”

You raised an eyebrow in confusion, “That’s me.” He nodded as he handed you the bag.

“There you go, have a nice night.” You thanked him before closing the door, walking back to a sheepish looking Momo.

You looked between her and the bags when it suddenly clicked, “You knew the food was going to burn!”

The Japanese girl pursed her lips to prevent from laughing as she held her hands up in defense, “No, I just...um. Wanted to be prepared?”

You shook your head in disbelief as you placed the food in front of her, letting out an offended gasp, “Even my own girlfriend doesn’t trust my cooking skills.”

She deadpanned, “Y/N, you burned water.”

“Did not! The pasta caught fire!” You crossed your arms like a child as Momo began laughing, her eyes crinkling as you couldn’t help but smile too, “But, good call.”

—

You let out a content sigh as you finally bagged up the last of your guy’s dinner before you found a note left on the table, ‘Come and get your dessert -Momoring <3.

You quirked an eyebrow as you noticed the door to Momo’s room was cracked open and a small stream of light was peeking out into the hallway. A smile broke out onto your lips as you made your way to the partially opened door, hastily making your way in as the sight before you made your breath catch in your throat.

Your girlfriend was clad in an ensemble that left little to the imagination as she sat with her knees parted at against the headboard. You swallowed hard as you looked her up and down, your cheeks felt hot under her gaze, “Is this for me?”

Momo had a coy smirk on her face as she made a come hither motion with her finger, “Happy Valentine’s Y/N-ah, come and open your present.”

You wasted no time shoving off your pants as your shirt quickly followed, making a pile on the floor as you ounces onto the bed. Connecting your lips in a heated kiss as you ran a hand over your girlfriend’s exposed abs, loving the way the muscle tensed under your touch as you moved to cup her breast. A breath moan falling from her lips as you pulled away, nipping and sucking at her neck as you left marks deep enough to show.

Your hand snaked behind her back as you quickly unclasped her bra and let the garment fall to the floor, enjoying the newly exposed skin as you took a stiffened nipple between your index and thumb before pinching it slightly. A gasp catching in the Japanese woman’s throat as you took the other into your mouth, swirling the stiffened peak with your tongue before releasing back into the chilly air of the room. Repeating the process with the other as you inched down a little further till you were eye level with her crotch, “May I?”

Momo nodded her head earnestly as you took the elastic of her panties between your fingers, pulling the fabric down slightly so that her hip was exposed. You kissed along the skin that made your girlfriend’s grip on your shoulder tighten as you teased her further, a desperate whine sounding from above as you finally let up, “Needy.”

The dancer pouted as you pulled her underwear off completely, a few strands of wetness still clinging to the material as her opening pulsed with need. Her pussy was pink and puffy with arousal her clit peeking ever so slightly from its hood as you placed a kiss and lick to the junction where her leg and sex met. A surprised moan falling from her lips as you blew a steady stream of air onto her heated core, “Y/N, please.”

You rolled your eyes at your girlfriend’s impatience before leaving one last kiss to her inner thigh and diving straight in. Her body tensed as your tongue made its way into her opening, her juices hitting your lips as you ate her out. She tasted-ironically-a bit like peaches as you continued to lap up the essence that leaked out of her, you lifted two fingers to Momo’s mouth indicating for her to suck them as you worked on her lower half. Her tongue coating your digits in saliva before you pulled them away and repositioned them at her aching core. You teased her entrance with your middle finger before sinking in to the molten heat that was Hirai Momo’s sex, a releaved moan slipping from her lips when you added in another finger. Thrusting slowly as you felt for the rough patch of flesh against her frontal wall, resting it with an experimental tap to warm her before copying the come hither motion she had made before as your fingers lightly stroked her g-spot. A loud whine came out of the dancer as she fisted the bedsheets.

Satisfied with your fingers you used your free hand to lift the hood hiding your girlfriend’s swollen clit. The bud had a slight red hue from the neglect but it wouldn’t be like that for long as you left a lingering kiss against her clit, sliding your tongue along wet folds. Momo groaned happily as her hips canted against you, chasing your pliant mouth. With a throaty moan, she let go of the sheets to fondle her breasts, tweaking her nipples gently.

Momo groaned in delight, grinding against your face as you slowly fucked her with your fingers. Your chin was slick with her wetness and as she moaned, your hands drifting along her sides and belly.

You alternated between gentle suckles and broad strokes over her clit as she continued fondling her plump breasts, humming softly against her center as her walls clenched around your thrusting digits. She squealed in delight, grinding against your face, “Oh, yes...”

You couldn’t hold back your moan at the sound, you placed open-mouthed kisses along her slick folds. Before closing your lips around the fat swell of her clit, giving her a second to breath before sucking. Hard.

Momo let out a shriek as her hips jerked off your face, her orgasm gushing out of her in a sudden burst. Covering the lower half of your face with her release as her body shuddered with every wave of pleasure. A series of clipped pants was the only thing you heard before Momo finally came down from her high, carefully taking your fingers out of her as you moved to spoon her.

You smiled as your girlfriend’s bangs stuck to her sweaty forehead, a blissful smile on her face as you leaned down to kiss her, “How was it?”

“Amazing.” Her tone sounded breathless as she nuzzled into you, “What’s the damage?”

You smirked as you looked down at the dark bruises you left on her neck, using your index finger to point at them, “Let’s see, yeogi, yeogi, yeogi.” Momo scowled as you placed a kiss on her swollen lips, “Nea maeum.”

Your girlfriend looked at you for a second before pushing you off the bed, “No! You did not just use Chae’s song to describe my hickies!”

You laughed as you got up from the floor, “Well isn’t that what it’s about anyways?”

Momo rolled her eyes as she threw a pillow at you, “You’re sleeping on the couch.” You stuck your tongue out as you crawled back onto the bed.

“Admit it, you thought that was clever.” The dancer huffed as she turned away from you.

“Shut up.”

[its-deputy-caleb]

please write something about soft micah and how he secretly shows affection in camp? btw love your work!!

i've returned from my holiday ya'll 😌😌and so i thought i'd start it off with some soft micah. this ask was so fun and for reference i rewatched one of my favourite films 'Sabrina' (1954) and the soundtrack to that kinda gave me some inspo for this fic so i hope you can enjoy it! it's gender neutral and i just wanted to do something light hearted and fun to return to writing. thank u anon for this ask <3333

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It was celebration in camp, not unlike Sean’s return party however this time the gang was celebrating the success of a large train job which took almost the entire gang to successfully pull off.

Sean was dancing on the table, trying to teach Lenny (YnneL?) how to Irish dance while Uncle was proclaiming to a small crowd how he knew the secrets of being an amazing lover.

Everyone was singing and dancing to either Javier’s playing or Hosea’s old folk songs. There was boxes of liquor in every nook and cranny and it was being drunk faster than it was being poured. It seems that there wasn’t a soul having fun…

There was one exception to that matter however, and that was the broody Micah Bell who saw no intentions in getting involved and instead chose to sharpen his already sharp knife. From where you stood, you could see him mumbling under his breath and having known him for long enough you knew he mumbled when he was moody.

You stood from the crate you were sitting on, dodging a very drunk Bill to make you way over to him. Your hand came to hold his chin, tilting his gaze from the knife to your soft smile.

“Hey there…”

Micah perks up slightly, but you still notice his tired eyes and the slight sheet of sweat over his temple. Behind Micah you see Molly and Dutch as well as (and very surprisingly) John and Abigail slow dancing to the gramophone in Dutch’s tent.

“Common, come and dance with me.”

Your other hand that’s not holding his chin takes his hand in yours but Micah’s always been a stubborn one.

“Now sweetheart, ya know I ain’t one for dancing. Why don’t you go ask a charmer like Arthur to dance with ya.”

You sigh and playfully roll your eyes as Micah puffs his chest out, thinking he’s too tough for dancing.

“Well for one, Arthur ain’t my sweetheart, you are dummy and secondly I don’t want dance with anyone but you.”

Micah flipped the knife between his fingers before holstering it, mumbling about dancing being a pain in his ass but you both knew how much he secretly loved it. He stood, shuffling with his gun belt and begrudgingly took your hand as you lead him to stand between the two couples already dancing.

A soft kiss was placed on your hand before Micah placed a hand around your waist and walk in slow circles with you. Pretty much everyone had stopped to stare at the two of you but you didn’t have a care in the world as Micah clumsily twirled you in his arms. You couldn’t help the giggle that left you and it certainly caused a large blush to form high on his cheeks.

“Darlin’ it seems some folks are staring”

By now your extravagant dancing had slowed to a soft and slow swaying as you just took in each other, although you could tell Micah was still nervous about making a mistake while so many people were staring by the way his eyes were glued to his feet. Your cheek came to press along side his own, feeling his prickly facial hair as you closed your eyes and hummed close to his ear. The hand that was draped over his shoulder came to tangle in his hair and rub slow circles on the base of his neck.

“Hmm… let them stare—“

You drew back from Micah, giving his hand a squeeze as you looked at him with all the love and adoration in the world.

“—Micah I wouldn’t care if the whole world was watching, as long as your eyes are on me I am the happiest person in the world.”

You knew everyone could hear you and you certainly knew everyone was watching but you leaned in and gave a soft but extravagant kiss to Micah’s cheek and then his lips as both your arms came to sit around his neck.

His hands moved to your waist, holding you against him tightly as if you’d ever let him go.

“Ain’t gonna be looking at anyone else beside ya sweetheart— love ya too much.”

“Oh Micah, I love you too”

-

You spent the better half of an hour dancing slowly with each other and giggling like children at some of the sights around you. John had gotten frustrated at one point, making Abigail storm off but Molly and Dutch were still in their own little world much like you were.

The two of you couldn’t help but laugh as Bill tried to sweet talk Karen in front of Sean after Uncle had encouraged him and how Swanson was pestering Strauss who tried to turn in for a relatively early night.

Eventually, your head came to rest on his chest— not in a way that showed you were tired, but completely content and happy with just slowly moving in circles. His heart was beating at a steady rhythm, although it was still a lot faster than you own but it still soothed you nonetheless as it matched the beat of the song.

You stayed like that for a lot longer than you’d thought. Long after Dutch had turned off the gramophone to sleep and the embers of the fire began to burn out until finally Micah led you back to your tent where the two of you fell asleep.

-

The next morning you woke with you head tucked under his arm and couldn’t stop the smile that came to your face as you caught a now very embarrassed Micah staring at you.

The peaceful moment didn’t last however as you had to help Ms Grimshaw start on the chores since you were one of the few members who weren’t hungover and still sleeping it off. With that you made you way to Pearson’s wagon but not before you stole a kiss from Micah who was complaining about you leaving.

A few hours past and you were working away at vegetables and meats for the stew. The early morning sun was starting to show along with some of the other gang members including Micah who walked over to you with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“I uhhh… thought you’d want this since ya been working for a while now.”

Smiling and dusting your hands off, you traded a kiss for the coffee— a deal Micah was happy to give.

When you sipped at your coffee and went back to work you noticed how Micah stayed to lean on the table beside you. His mouth opened you say something every five seconds but closed it again, shuffling awkwardly as he stared at you in hopes that you understood what he wanted without him having to say it.

While chopping at carrots and potatoes you held your elbows up and created space for Micah’s arms to fit. He didn’t hesitate to either as he shuffled forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, hands resting over your stomach as his chin rested over your shoulder to watch you work.

“You feeling any better this morning?”

Micah scoffed like he didn’t know what you were talking about, instead choosing to litter kisses along your neck and shoulder.

“I don’t know whatya talking about sweetheart.”

You turned your head to look at him, that fake innocence he tries to play up to avoid emotional topics.

“Oh common now Micah— I know what goes on in that head of yours, I can only hope that dancing cheered you up.”

His forehead came to rest against yours as you noticed his arms instinctively get a little tighter around you.

“Don’t think it was the dancing that made me happy sweetheart— that’s all you.”

His accent was thick with that southern drawl that he has, not in the way that he was being sly, but in a way that you knew he was being raw and open with you no matter how many pet names he threw in there to cover how soft he is with you.

You turned in his arms, wrapping your own around his shoulders as you gave him a large and genuine smile with a hint of your cheekiness.

“Aw you flatter me Mr.Bell and to think you were gonna let Arthur have that dance!”

You make a dramatic gesture with your hand over you mouth to emphasise how sarcastic the statement was. Micah brought you in for a kiss that the two of you couldn’t stop laughing through but it bubbled away as the kiss depended and your tongue met his.

“Arthur ain’t ever getting his hands on ya darling— I’m the only one that’s gonna take ya dancing.”

Micah gave you a playful wink as you pulled him back in for another heated kiss by the collar of his unbuttoned shirt.

“Mr.Bell if you have nothing better than to do than distract those hard at work I suggest you go and make yourself useful!”

Both you and Micah pulled away, both of you shocked as Ms Grimshaw stood in front of you with crossed arms and a very angry look on her face. Behind her was Pearson who was rubbing his neck awkwardly, obviously running off to find Susan who could handle the two of you.

You had to muffle a laugh as Micah mumbled under his breath all too loud about Grimshaw being an ‘old hag who’s just jealous’ before he got up from leaning against the bench to face you properly.

“Don’t you be working too hard now sweetheart—“

Micah pulled you back in by the waist for another kiss which you happily returned. Out of the corner of your eye you see Grimshaw roll her eyes and poor Pearson who looks like he’d rather spontaneously combust then stand there for another moment.

When Micah pulled back he slowly backed way from the wagon, holding his hands up in fake surrender to Ms. Grimshaw.

“Alright alright, I’ll get out of your hair— got a coach coming in anyway, real work.”

You saw Micah saddle up Baylock and ride his way out of town, giving you one final wink and a smirk. You knew he didn’t really have a robbery planned, he always told you about it first and most of the time you went with him. This time he was merely getting out of camp chores and you rolled your eyes at the image of him waiting around at the saloon for hours until Grimshaw finally forgot about it.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of work either! The two of you cause enough trouble without you getting all lovely around camp!”

There Ms.Grimshaw goes with another lecture, you have no doubts that she was watching the two of you last night and couldn’t help the smile that came to your face at the new cherish memory you now have with the man you love. In reality, you couldn’t care who didn’t like the public affection or your entire relationship with Micah.

All you knew is that it made the two of you happy and seeing Micah smile was worth every single lecture and glaring gaze from your fellow members.

And with that you turned back to the vegetables, picking up the knife and getting on with the rest of the day.

“Yes Ms.Grimshaw”

[fukurodaze]

five stars: part 3 | three words

IT’S EMBARRASSING: a third year cheerleader!reader x second year athlete!suna au

wc: 4.1k warnings: swearing

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you hate mornings. 

they feel restless and empty and full of longing to have something worth waking up to. sometimes it’s hard to even get up when your mind is full and your heart is worried.

but you do not hate suna rintarou. in fact, you’ve learnt a few new things about him.

one, he has a little sister.

two, he has a nice laugh.

three, he is only “occasionally lactose intolerant”, but not if he “tries his best”.

the things you already knew - his volleyball position, birthday, grade, home town - were never brushed up on, but somehow made their way to the forefront of your memory the more time you spent with him. you began to see him as simply ‘suna’, instead of ‘the boy you helped with physics last year’.

you wonder how you ended up spending every morning of the last two weeks with him. he seems nonchalant, almost lazy, when you see him around with his teammates: back slouched and face relaxed almost all the time. yet, when you let him walk you to class, he’s talkative. he’s eager. he’s walking slowly so you can keep up.

it’s a bit of a question for you, why he’s suddenly popped up into your life once more after waking you up on an unlucky monday morning. 

(he had told you that you had slept with your eyes wide open, and it took you some time to process everything as your chest fluttered with embarrassment.)

then again, you’re not complaining.

“if you notice over here,” suna leans into your side, pointing at the phone in your hand as the two of you walk through the school, “there’s a little cockroach at the corner of the room going out.”

“oh my god,” you laugh. the video on suna’s phone displays today’s fight between the miya twins at the gym. 

it’s your third week with him.

now, as he lets you hold his phone, the literal embodiment of all the volleyball team’s blackmail material, there comes the familiar urge of yours to steal a few glances, adjust your hair, or maybe do something absurd and see how he’d react.

it’s a strange feeling. stranger than when he walked you to your classroom once and you, in your half-awake genius, slipped him a tube of your lip balm in the open pocket of his bag in case you didn’t have an excuse to see him again.

“what were they fighting about again?”

suna shrugs, “osamu was having a bad day, and atsumu got pissed, so, naturally, osamu got pissed.”

“shit. everyone was crowding around i couldn’t even see them throwing punches,” you mutter.

“anything that the twins do usually gets a crowd, really.”

you pass the phone back to him. “yeah, the twins are crazy popular. especially with the girls. they’re like idols.”

“right,” suna pockets his phone, “you’re popular too.”

your brows are furrowed. “stop it.”

suna playfully tenses his shoulders up, hands shoved in his trouser pockets, “you’re, like, the kind of person that organises the culture festival and is like the secretary for the student council.”

“i actually am.” 

“you probably are.”

you two pause when the sentences come out at the same time, and it takes no time for the two of you to laugh it out, lightly, with snickers and giggles that you’ve never really heard from his mouth. 

“you know, i finally got to watch a movie last night,” you begin, changing the conversation.

he looks at you slowly, sweetly. “oh yeah? what did you watch?”

“uh, totoro...”

he stays silent, and you find his head tilted and his eyebrows raised. he looks amused. you ask him, “what?”

“solid movie.”

there is a questioning look that you give him, and you know he sees it, pupils focused to your side. he speaks again, “you like ghibli movies?”

“yeah. i think everyone does. don’t you?”

suna looks like he’s staring down the sky, thinking. he hums, and then tells you, “i don’t.” 

now he exaggerates his normally poor posture, chin tilting up to get a view of your reaction. the two of you keep walking, in an unusual silence, and you’re left watching his eyes as they stay indifferent.

“didn’t you just say totoro was a ‘solid movie’?”

the boy looks ahead, “yeah, so?”

you click your tongue, eyes narrowing, “whatever. i don’t believe you.”

suna has a satisfied smile on his face. he makes sure you don’t know it.

the two of you enter the building, even taking extra time to go to each others’ lockers. it’s only been two weeks since he had seen you laying on the bleachers, eyes embarrassingly open; two weeks since he had walked you to class the first time; two weeks since he had really started to know you.

when you reach your classroom, suspicious eye contact from classmates and the increasingly busy hallway tell you that it’s time for him to go to class, too. he sneaks in a cynical remark, and you playfully hit him on the shoulder, for the first time.

“i’m betting you and him get together by august.” your friend, honoka, chimes in as you enter the classroom. your neighbouring seat mates agree.

you’re starting to look forward to mornings.

unbeknownst to you, suna has a deadline.

the interhigh is only a week away, and so he’s told himself that he’ll do one thing before completely shutting himself out for volleyball training: asking you out on a date.

in other words, he is fed up with the volleyball team’s rendition of his “showoff mode”. he doesn’t lift his shirt up that much!

his first strategy is the straightforward, nonchalant way. he eagerly waits for you at practice.

“hey,” suna almost chirps, feeling a skip in his step.

“hey.” your squint your eyes at the unexpected energy, “are you- are you up to something?”

suna’s ears turned beet red at your statement. he couldn’t have possibly guessed that you knew what he was about to do.

a smirk crawls onto your lips. “oh, so you are up to something…”

“yeah, right. it’s nothing.”

you slap a hand on his shoulder, “hey, i get it.”

“what?”

“i mean, whatever pranks you and your friends are up to, just try not to get expelled, ‘kay?”

suna’s shoulders relax, but his eyebrows furrow, “wait, wha-”

“the volleyball team’s up to something, no?”

suna nods cautiously, not sure if he should be relieved or sad at the miscommunication.

“anyways, thanks for waiting for me after practice. i have a some paperwork to do for the student council, so you can go on ahead,” you give him a genuine smile. he always likes to see it, but it’s a little less lovely when the thought of a failed asking-out attempt is circling his mind.

“right. bye.” suna dashes off, hand fisted in his pockets. 

he tells himself it’s a work in progress.

“what the fuck am i doing making breakfast so well,” suna mutters under his breath one morning, preparing a cut of fish in the kitchen. he doesn’t even have practice this morning, and yet he’s skimmed through the entire oven manual and has found the joys of cooking fish meat. 

he even takes some of the fish and puts it in a metallic lunch box with rice to bring to school. normally, he would settle for the canteen’s average meat buns. 

“two bentos…?” he breathes. he has an idea.

it’s not long before he’s meeting you at the bus stop. he finds you sending him a small wave and an immediate groan about how your english teacher “is the definition of a nerd-bully equilibrium, what goes on.”

he laughs along with the complaints you have, even joining along with the flow of conversation. sometimes he thinks he changes a little bit when he’s around you, but he doesn’t mind. he likes talking and laughing and enjoying his time with you without worrying about what other people say.

he’ll give you a bento, maybe, he thinks, because he’s seen lots of girls give their boyfriends bentos in the past. maybe it would even give you a nod in the right direction.

right before the school’s building entrance, he stops you and takes you by the arm. it makes your heart skip a beat, but for him, all his heartbeats are centered around the lunchboxes in his bag.

“suna, why-”

your words are cut off when you see the boy eagerly rummaging through his bag, at first with a smile and then with a worried look. his hand is in his bag for a little too long.

there was only one bento.

so he gives you a beat-up ballpoint pen. 

it’s transparent, and from the outside you can see the ink tube only one-eighth full. it looks old.

“um, it’s a good luck charm... for your english test today.” suna keeps his mouth pursed and his look unfazed.

“oh.” you smile at the absurd charm. it seems questionable at first, but you try to convince yourself to trust in it. to trust in suna.

“i know, it’s kind of… beat up, and every-” it’s clear that suna is worried, for what you don’t know, but the way he hangs his head and his other hand fumbles with the strap of his backpack is enough to tell you to accept the surpising gift.

“no, i like it. even if it doesn’t work.” your hand keeps the pen in your fists. 

“it does work, by the way.”

you chuckle, “i’ll return it after class?”

suna shakes his head, “you don’t have to. if you do well you can keep it.”

you nod an okay, and he has a tiny look of satisfaction on his face. he had thought of giving you his lunch and not eating, but he decided against it when he remembered he didn’t bring any money to school that day. temporary success, fuck yeah.

(you get a ninety-two on the test. you keep the pen.)

as a last resort, suna tries through text. at least he’s proud that the two of you have been texting for two weeks straight. he still has you under “y/l/n-senpai (physics)”, and it makes him crack a small smile under his covers from time to time.

from y/l/n-senpai (physics): 2 notifications

suna slides the notification open. it’s always a pleasant surprise.

from y/l/n-senpai (physics): just watched arrietty its a ghibli movie

to y/l/n-senpai (physics): ik hv u watched howl’s moving castle

from y/l/n-senpai (physics): yes ofc

to y/l/n-senpai (physics): well. i havent

suna runs out of words to type. he’s not sure how to phrase it...

still, by the way that you’re typing, it seemed like he hasn’t messed it up. he rolls around to the other side of his bed.

from y/l/n-senpai (physics): then go watch it… (READ)

to y/l/n-senpai (physics): let’s watch together|

to y/l/n-senpai (physics): let’s watch tog|

to y/l/n-senpai (physics): let’s|

to y/l/n-senpai (physics): let’s go on a da|

suna sighs, thumb pressing the delete button like there’s no tomorrow.

except his thumbs are big. and phone keys are small. and his train of thought has jumbled up past usual cognition.

to y/l/n-senpai (physics): lets go, toge (SENT)

suna starts to stare down the volleyball in the corner of his room, wishing it would explode on command, when another ping lights up his phone.

from y/l/n-senpai (physics): 1 notification

he makes the slowest visit to his contacts to change your display name on his phone. he wants to stall.

but he always gives in.

from y/n: whos toge? (READ)

“fuck,” he grunts, burying his head into his pillow.

out of sheer shame and fatigue of asking-out attempts, suna doesn’t see you in the morning that monday nor text you for the rest of the weekend, having left you on read every time you sent a message. he thinks that if he reverted back to the time when the only interactions with you were stray thoughts in his mind, life would go on and this too would pass. 

it’s not like you would care, right? he would tell himself.

but suna seemed to forget that you were on the cheerleading team, and that the cheerleading team shares the gym with the volleyball club on mondays and fridays, not tuesdays and thursdays like he had very cleverly remembered.

“suna!”

you call out to him that afternoon. you have your cheerleader uniform on, having received them just today, and make sure to catch him while he’s on break.

big mistake.

you knew the volleyball team was tall, but you never really expected them to be slightly off-putting, too. it seemed like one call of his name made the entire team, consisting of over twenty boys, turn their heads at you simultaneously. then they looked at suna. then they smiled.

you find in your peripheral vision a wide-eyed kita, glancing back and forth once before going back to the volleyballs and game plans even during his break. 

you put on your sweetest smile, as expected of a cheerleader who’d just recently gotten her summer cheer uniform: v-neck, sleeveless top, pleated skirt, inarizaki lettering plastered across your chest in maroon and white.

he steps in front of you, eyebrow raised, “yeah?”

“can i talk to you about something?” your hands are behind your back, body weight shifting from left to right.

he nods, and as you take him out of the gym, you hear the volleyball team cheer and a certain miya twin shout, “fuckin’ suna!”

“fuck off, atsumu!” suna voices.

outside, your smile falters. you lean against the wall of the gym.

“did i do something wrong?” you say it softly, but firmly. you see his shoulders tense up, just slightly.

“um, no?”

you squint your eyes suspiciously, “but you’ve been ignoring my texts...?”

suna rolls his eyes instinctively. he regrets it when he sees a genuine frown on your face. “dunno,” he says.

your frown persists, and you start to bite on the inside of your mouth. “well, the last thing you texted me was, uh, ‘let’s go toge’. i’m so sorry if i missed something, or if it made you feel bad, so-”

“no, don’t be sorry,” he has his hands on his hips, “i never meant to send that.”

“what do you mean?”

“it was supposed to mean something else,” he looks down, scuffing his shoes against the brick floor.

“oh, was that message not meant for me? and who’s toge? sorry if i’m-”

suna gathers himself. he opens his mouth. he says eight words.

“i meant to ask you, ‘let’s go together’.”

the conversation comes to a halt. his words ring ambiguously in your ear, and it flusters you when the first thing that comes to mind is a date with the boy. you try to shake it off.

“like- like what do you mean?” you feel sorry for having him repeat the phrase twice.

suna shrugs, “i chickened out.”

“dude, you’re not making any sense.”

there’s a sharp pang in suna’s chest, and he visibly grimaces. “did you just call me dude?”

“maybe.”

“ouch.”

“wait, so what do you mean!” your arms flail around a little too dramatically for someone as tired as you.

suna contemplates whether or not to tell you that he wanted to ask you out. by the way you’d just called him dude, he wonders if you’d rather him give you a fist bump and tell you ‘nice toss!’ instead of hold your hand and take you out on a date.

so he counts his stars and he goes for the leap.

“actually, i wanted to ask if you wanted to watch a movie together.”

you back up into the wall at his words. there’s a heat that crawls through your body and beats through your heart.

“is that what let’s go toge meant?”

he nods, shoulders relaxing, arms to his side, “let’s go, together. like- like a date.”

his words take you by surprise. still, you’re nothing but glad.

“yeah,” you lick your lips, “i’ll go. and i take back the ‘dude’”

“oh, really now?” his shoulders relax. 

you roll your eyes.

“so he asked you out, right?” honoka asks during a water break in pe class. you couldn’t say no.

“yeah, i’m going to his flat next wednesday.”

“why not today? friday?”

you pouted, head turning slowly, “stuco meeting. we have our cultural festival late october, remember?”

“ah.” honoka sips on her water bottle, “i won’t be here by then.”

“what date are you leaving again?” you try not to darken your tone, pouting at the idea of losing one of your dear middle school friends to distance. 

“august eighteenth. a month away.”

you begin to slouch on your bench. there are more classmates that come to your bench after hearing honoka telling you her leave date. ‘oh my god!’s and ‘i’m gonna miss you!’s fill the corner of the gym, and soon the whistle blows, signalling the end of your water break.

the rest of the day proceeds as normal, and yet there’s that familiar emptiness that seems to continue to fill up even more of your days.

it’s tiring.

suna’s flat is extremely well put, for some reason. you’d always passed him for a boy who simply didn’t care, but now you see him at his own place, grabbing his laptop from his desk one-handedly.

you’ll admit going to a boy’s place alone is an awkward concept in itself, but it seems like suna doesn’t pay no mind. he’s plugged in his laptop to a charger, set it on the table, and has sat himself down on a floor cushion.

it’s a relief that you don’t know how suna’s heart is almost threatening to beat out of his chest.

“what do you want to watch?” you’re quick to sit down on the floor next to him.

he shrugs, “maybe you can convince me to like ghibli.”

you tsk at his line, yet it eventually brings you an ear to ear smile. you reach over to the laptop, scrolling through netflix. “i guess we could start with howl’s moving castle?”

your head turns to him, and he nods, before standing up all of a sudden. you look at him questioningly, but you find him walking over to his kitchen and returning with two paper bags and two glasses of water. 

your eyes follow him as he rests the items down on the table and scoots back on the floor. he gestures the paper bag towards you, “popcorn. it’s salty, so i don’t know if you’re into that.”

“ah. thanks,” you smile, and he reaches over to the laptop, pressing play. 

you don’t expect the movie to be the first thing on your minds - the both of you knew this. though you and him had spent some time marvelling at the movie, you find that for every other time you dip your hand into your popcorn, a pair of eyes turns to glance at you. 

you two spend your time silently during the movie, however. your eyes have developed a habit of simply tracing suna’s figure with your eyes, and it comes in embarrassingly when he had looked back and found your attention on him instead of the laptop at one point.

you’re surprised, though, because he does seem to be paying attention to the movie, more or less, and you can hear his small hums of amusement and surprise as the movie progresses. you colour yourself proud.

suna doesn’t even touch his food nor his drink, having felt too nervous to do so. he wants to know how you’re doing, silently, but whenever he meets your eyes, he decides that he’d rather fix himself on the movie. he wonders if a date like this means holding your hand or even saying goodbye with a kiss hug.

when the movie ends you ask him why he hasn’t eaten his popcorn, and how you feel kind of bad about it, but he ends up telling you how good the movie actually was.

“i don’t believe that you don’t like ghibli movies.” you squint playfully.

there’s a grin that grows on suna’s resting face, “i never said that i was saying the truth, i just said that i didn’t like them.” 

he stands up, bringing the food and drinks on the table to his kitchen counter, and you follow him over. the realisation hits you then, “oh. oh.”

“in truth i haven’t really watched many of them so i don’t know, but, yeah.”

“it’s funny because i feel slightly played.”

“well, you’re here now, aren’t you?” 

you watch as suna reaches into his refrigerator for some eggs. he glances at you, and you’re sitting on his tiny dining table. 

“do you want an omelette?”

your eyebrows raise. your heart skips a beat at the thought of eating his cooking. you tell him, “sure.”

suna takes the time he’s faced away from you to think about what’s next. he knows that you have some kind of inclination towards him, having agreed to his explicit naming of this hangout a “date”. still, his mind wanders towards the timing: is it too early to properly confess? hasn’t he technically already confessed? the omelette flips and suna thanks the world for having it look like the prettiest one he’s ever made. 

this one’s for you, he thinks.

when you do take the omelette in your mouth, you sigh a little bit. it looks pretty - almost beautiful, in fact - but also seems to be half-half-cooked. 

you don’t care, though, because it still makes your stomach flutter thinking about the fact that he had made this with his own hands. and if it takes some half-half-cooked omelette to eat, then, hell, you’ll eat it.

it’s not all bad, though, since he offers you some rice along with the egg as well, and it eventually turns into a filling meal. you hadn’t had one of those in a while.

when you look over to the other side of the table, you find he’s already finished with your food, and normal chatter makes itself more comfortable in the confines of his small flat. this is how it’s supposed to be, you tell yourself, just meaningless banter and humorous talks.

you find yourself growing to know him even better.

“isn’t it funny, how, some weeks ago, i had only seen you as that ‘one guy i tutored last year’?” you say after the date as he walks you out of his apartment. he tells you he’ll be walking you home, and though you tell him no, you ride the bus, he says he has some extra money in his wallet for the month.

suna agrees, “yeah. i would’ve just carried on with my life.” suna lies through his teeth. he’s been through the volleyball team’s teasing for his obvious crush on you. hell, they’d even dubbed it suna’s “showoff mode” (ginjima calls it ‘beast mode’) whenever you were within a five meter radius of him. 

you tell him time flies fast, and he tells you it walks slowly. for you, getting to know suna rintarou has been something you finally look forward to after all your work. but for suna, getting to know you is something he savours every second of, remembering how he wants to make up for the times he used to pine over your unknowing self.

when the two of you get on the bus, you sit next to him, yawning. he wants to have an arm over your shoulder, or your head on his shoulder, but he doesn’t exactly know how.

“my house is actually a few stops from here.” you say. it’s already nine at night, and though you’ve spent over five hours at his flat, you don’t want to lose your time with him to sleepiness.

suna notices how you try to fight it, even having told him, “don’t worry, i usually sleep at two am everyday anyways. i’m not going to fall asleep.”

he tells you, “you shouldn’t be sleeping at two every night.”

“it is how it is.”

he chuckles, “i once got shouted at for sleeping at five in the morning during a training camp. they forced me not to train at all that day. it was-”

the bus comes to a stop and your head falls on his shoulder. he calls your name softly.

you’re asleep.

suna keeps still as the bus ride continues, remembering the stop you said was yours. he counts them - one, two, three, four, five stops - and with each, his breathing steadies. he feels like the luckiest boy in the world.

“what am i to you now?” suna’s head tilts back, whispered question dissolving into the atmosphere. he doesn’t expect an answer.

instead, your arm circles itself around his.

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[noluvagn]

BREAKING THE WALL BETWEEN US

[09:45 AM] park jisung

Being a mama's girl, everything she did was very distinct to a mother's daily action. Waking up early, clean the house, wash the dishes, make the bed and of course, cook for breakfast. But this time, she's not doing for her own. She has another stomach to fill. a stomach that belongs to someone who is now sleeping soundly in his room.

She didn't have a choice. Arranged to marry someone who she didn't even know, have to live with him for the rest of her life for the sake of her family. She had to do it. What could go wrong? It couldn't be that bad.

Jisung is a nice boy. It's not like they're total strangers. They went to the same highschool and were once neighbours when they were around 6 years old. And that's how their parents know each other.

She finalized the arrangement of the meal. Took a few deep breaths, bracing herself to wake jisung up to tell him that breakfast's ready.

But before she knew it, Jisung was right behind her. They had an intense eye contact for 3 solid second before he broke the silence.

"Hey" he smiled.

"Hi" blushing uncontrollably, couldn't help look anywhere else but jisung. She was so nervous. Her heart was beating loudly, and she swear that jisung could hear it too.

"What's for breakast?" Jisung asked.

She didn't answer. She couldn't. Jisung tap her right cheek lightly. Motioning his finger to the kitchen table. Hinting her to sit up there. And she did follow his instructions. Jisung stand between her legs. Finding her eyes and asked again,

"What's for breakfast?"

"You know. Rice, soup, meat... And i also made spring rolls. I called your mom, and she said you like it"

Jisung smiles, slowly closing the the distance between them, "Love it." then kisses her cheek.

"You could just ask normally you know" she stated while fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

"Yeah, i know. But wouldn't it better like this?"

she shrugs.

Jisung tuck a little strand of her hair behind her ear, "Hey, I think we should do this more next time. We're married, anyways."

"Okay"

"Can i kiss you again?"

She nodded shyly, and give her cheek to Jisung. She closed her eyes and waited but jisung didn't move. Opening her eyes out of curiosity and immediately turn to face him. And the next thing she saw made her heart exploded. Jisung was pouting his lips, giving her a hint that not a kiss on the cheek is what he wanted. She tapped his shoulder. Jisung smiled and asked again.

"Can i kiss you again? on the lips, this time..." he scratched his head.

She nodded and circled her arms around his neck and jisung leaned in. Though it's not her first time, but surely the kiss felt new. It was warm and full of love.

They parted and giggled. Maybe it's not so bad to do this again next time.

Hiiiiiiii, oh my god, this is my first story apart from the shitty poems i made :) hope u enjoyed it. sorry for the grammars as english is not my first language. Thank you for spending your time here 🙆🏻‍♀️♥️

[babyybitchhhwrites]

Uzui x Reader 18+

Title: Time After Time; A Collection

Rating: Explicit/R-18+

Words: 2515

Warnings: Cunnilingus, Exhibitionism 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24362824

♥♥♥♥

The tray in your hands clattered softly when you came to an abrupt stop in the hallway. Gaze darting down, you warily watched the tea you’d prepared slosh about inside nine individual cups before settling again. You issued a quiet sigh of relief and brought your attention back up, watching Uzui shut the door on whatever loud conversation was taking place just inside. 

That didn’t do much to actually block out the noise though and the voices on the other side of the screen easily bled through paper-thin walls. It was always like this whenever Rengoku and Sanemi were anywhere in proximity of one another, and Uzui’s presence usually only amplified their boisterous exchanges. You were surprised to see him disengaging from the other Hashira but you still smiled when he turned towards you. 

“I was just on my way back.” You informed him sweetly. “It took me a moment to find enough cups.” 

Humming his approval, Uzui closed the distance between you two in just a few confident strides. You quickly found yourself swallowed up in his massive shadow and when he reached out to cup your face in the palm of his equally large hand, you all too readily leaned into the affectionate gesture.

“Good girl.” He murmured, his tone noticeably sly

You couldn’t have missed that mischievous glint reflecting in those big mauve eyes even if you’d wanted to and a suspicious spark lit up in the back of your mind. He was almost certainly up to something but you easily relented when he stooped down to kiss you, rising up on your toes to meet him halfway.

The exchange was quick and possessive, and just suggestively enticing enough that you didn’t protest when he reached for the tray with his other hand. He plucked it from your lax fingers and held it aloft without a hint of effort to show for his trouble. You issued a quiet sound of confusion against his plush lips and Uzui’s mouth promptly curled into a devious smirk, sending livewire sparks racing down your spine. 

When he brought his roughly callused palm lower to lightly squeeze your neck, using his hold on you to steer you backward, you didn’t fight it. Just three shuffling steps later, your back hit the wall and you arched up into him with a soft moan. Uzui tilted his head so he could deepen the kiss then; gradually working your mouth open with expert precision, and you flushed red hot as the heat of his tongue slipped past your teeth. He took his time exploring and tasting you, temptingly caressing the soft expanse of your tongue until you started to feel lightheaded and dizzy. It was as if he were intentionally stealing the air from your rapidly expanding lungs and when he finally pulled back a prolonged moment later, you gasped. 

Blearily looking at him through the fall of your lashes, you watched as Uzui licked his lips to break apart the glistening string of saliva connecting your mouths together. Your face blazed even hotter and you let out a falteringly slow exhale in response. He was going to be the death of you at this rate.

“Open the door.” He said, husky and low.

“But the others -” 

“That wasn’t a request.” His knowingly smug smile took on a sharper edge, making your knees go instantly weak. “They’re much too preoccupied to notice our absence anyway and I’ve decided that I simply can’t wait until later to have you.” 

Your pussy clenched in anticipation as you blindly stuck your hand out in search of the door. Seeing your fumbling compliance, Uzui leaned back in and slotted his mouth over yours, once again claiming you as his. You screwed your eyes shut even as you returned the gesture with quickly mounting voracity and a triumphant noise puffed out of you when your fingers finally found the edge of the shoji screen just a beat later.

You’d barely gotten it cracked open enough to slip through before he was maneuvering you over the threshold, reaching back with his foot to slide it shut again. Not bothering to turn and look at what he was doing, Uzui sat the tray on top of the little decorative table next to the doorway and the cups rattled softly in turn. His now unoccupied hand immediately flew up to tangle in your hair even as you pressed yourself flush against the unrelenting force of his muscle-bound body, practically climbing him in a needy bid for more skin on skin contact. He chuckled softly, closing his fist around the hair at the nape of your neck and forcing your head back so that you were left staring up at the ceiling in a breathlessly intoxicated daze. 

“Uzui ...!” You keened softly, digging your nails into the bulging mass of his biceps. 

“Tell me. Are you wearing anything under that yukata right now, little one?” 

Shaking from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, you jerked against his hold. “N - no ...”

“Excellent.”

Uzui’s hands abruptly retreated only to descend upon your waist. Gripping tight, he all too easily lifted you up into the air and you had to bite back a squawk of surprise when you suddenly found yourself much further from the floor then you were used to. It wasn’t hard to figure out what his intentions were though and you groaned softly even as you curled your leg up and obediently threw it over his shoulder. The opposite leg quickly followed suit, prompting him to adjust the way he was holding onto you with a slight jostle so he could pull you right up against his mouth.

You found it increasingly difficult to draw a full breath as you reached out with eagerly trembling fingers; grasping at silky soft silver-white locks in one hand while you used the other to spread the material of your yukata for him. Uzui took a moment to appreciatively nuzzle against your inner thigh, delivering playful lovebites to the doughy soft flesh here or there before finally deigning to take a long, open-mouthed swipe at your exposed slit. You shook, haltingly tense even as you dug the balls of your feet into the firm expanse of his back and wiggled yourself that much closer to the source of your pleasure. Your cunt was already gushing sticky arousal, each puff of hot air on your labia making you even wetter for him, and you groaned. 

There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that by the end of this his face was going to be so thoroughly coated in slick that it would border on obscene and the thought alone was enough to damn near send you over the edge. You swayed unsteadily where you were perched on his shoulders, still hyperaware of the conversation drifting in from the other room even though you didn’t bother to make out what they were saying anymore.  

“What if someone comes looking for us?” You warbled, not entirely sure if you actually cared or not. 

“Then let them find us.”

He didn’t give you a chance to argue the point and you choked on a haggard sound when Uzui abruptly delved his tongue into the meat of your pussy lips. Languidly swiping that slippery appendage up and down the length of your gummy cunt, he took his time simply gathering up the accumulated fluid and sampling the flavor of you. Mapping out each petal-soft fold to his heart's content while playfully nudging the hood of your clit only every other pass or so. This slow buildup just seemed to highlight the intense pangs of desire you felt for him though and you wantingly rolled your hips forward, confident that he wouldn’t drop you.

“You’re being a tease ...”

Uzui noised a sound of agreement against your sopping core. He would have been content to proceed in this fashion for the rest of the night, drawing out your pleasure well past the point of comfort until you were begging for it, but a sharp tug on his scalp seemed incentive enough for him to get on to the main event.

Those unbelievably big hands shifted a little lower so that he was cradling the globes of your asscheeks in either palm, leaving you even more precariously balanced than before. You trusted him though, and your breath hitched when he nudged your body up just a pinch higher so that he’d have direct access to the sensitive pleasure button nestled within your puffy labia. 

This time when his tongue snaked its way into your pussy, he concentrated on attacking the clit directly with sharp, focused jabs. You jerked and twitched, legs spasming where they were hooked over his shoulders as you freely moaned for him. The threat of getting caught seemed like such a far off possibility that it was hard to worry about it too much and you twisted, awkwardly swiveling your pelvis against his mouth. 

Taking the hint to double down on his efforts, Uzui’s tongue flattened over the meaty little nub and started to draw crude circles around it, his ministrations growing increasingly tighter as he worked his way inward. The intense pangs of fast building pressure had you trembling so hard that you very nearly tipped right over but an attention-grabbing squeeze to your ass grounded you again. You tried to sit up straight then, hoping to maintain your equilibrium with good posture, yet that only made the sparks jolting through your cunt feel that much more powerful. A thin layer of sweat was starting to bead across your skin and you heaved, hunching over him with a stricken grunt. You had no way of escaping Uzui’s attention, not when you were locked to the front of him like this, and you instinctively knew you were going to unravel embarrassingly fast.

“Aah! Aahhn ... U - Uzui! Please!”

Slyly humming against your cunt as if to say ‘who’s the tease now?’, he pressed into you even deeper until you could feel his nose digging into the apex of your mound. He gave his head a little shake then and you went ramrod stiff, toes flexing uselessly in the air. You squirmed and pushed at him, though you weren’t sure if it was to shove him away or ask for more. It didn’t really seem to matter though as Uzui continued to eat out you with an unquenchable hunger that had you quaking on top of him, brilliant splotches erupting across your vision like fireworks. 

You wailed and tossed your head back, feeling delirious as you lifted one of your hands to tug fitfully at the top of your yukata. A rough yank to the soft cotton pulled one side of it down over your shoulder and your breast spilled out into the open. Mewling, you squeezed at your own tit while you rode his face with quick mounting desperation but it wasn’t good enough. The sensation was nothing compared to what Uzui’s hand felt like when he was pinching and fondling you at his own domineeringly casual pace and, in a last-ditch effort, you grabbed onto your nipple and pulled. Hard.

Uzui chose that exact moment to slurp your clit into his mouth, worrying the throbbing nub between his lips, and you shattered. Convulsing uncontrollably, you shook through the mind-numbing ecstasy of release with such wild abandon that he had to brace one of his hands against the center of your back just to keep you from falling. You were much too caught up in the blinding rush of fast pumping endorphins to give it more than a passing thought though and you stutteringly cried out for him while your pussy contracted around nothing.

High strung tears welled up along your lash line when you finally started to come down from the dizzying heights of release a prolonged moment later, still gasping raggedly for air. You blinked up at the ceiling, feeling wonderfully numb, but still vibrating with the lingering tremors of your orgasm. It was as if you were floating in an entirely different plane of existence and when Uzui carefully lifted you from his shoulders, you couldn’t help but softly whine your protest. 

“Now, now. None of that, love.” He lightly admonished, his voice thick with desire. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Your legs threatened to give out as soon as he sat you down on your feet but Uzui was quick to steady you with a knowing smirk. He was well aware of the effect he had on you and he wasn’t in the habit of making apologies for it. This was no different and, fixing him with a salacious smile of your own, you rocked forward to more closely inspect his face. Just as you’d thought. He was absolutely soaked in your juices.

“What else do you have planned?” You purred. 

A low sound of consideration rumbled up from deep within his chest as he if hadn’t quite decided his next move yet. You knew better than that though and when he reached out to nonchalantly tweak your nipple between thumb and forefinger, you readily arched into the casual display of ownership with a quiet whimper. 

“Let’s see,” Uzui mused thoughtfully. “As inviting as your pretty little mouth is right now, I think our guests are expecting a much more flamboyant show at this point, don’t you? Hm?” 

You tensed at the sudden realization that the next room over had grown eerily quiet sometime between now and when you’d last been paying attention. Resounding silence wasn’t something you would have ever expected to hear coming from that particular group and you flushed bright red when you recalled your earlier indiscretion. You probably would have gotten away with this if you hadn’t thrown caution to the wind quite so flippantly. 

“Uzui -”

“There’s no reason to start getting shy now.” He cut you off, smug and so damn sure of himself. “Your captive audience is waiting and so am I.”

Uzui slowly pinched down on your nipple until you seethed and rose up on your toes in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. Seeing the clear look of desire camping out on your face, he issued a quiet chuckle and gently pushed you back against the wall. You were acutely aware of the other Hashira just on the opposite side of that thin barrier, the more curiously brave possibly even crowded up close to the exact spot where he had you pinned. There was something about the knowledge that they were listening in on what you were doing, maybe even growing painfully hard in their pants at the unfiltered noises you’d made, that warmed you with a perverse sense of delight. You’d never considered yourself an exhibitionist before now but there was simply no denying the way your pussy eagerly fluttered at the notion.

“Please fuck me.” You blurted before you could think better of it. “I want them to hear ...”

“Oh, darling,” Uzui cooed, bringing a hand up to caress the side of your face. “You don’t have to worry about that. They will.”

♥♥♥♥

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Forest Fires | Geralt x Reader | Pt. 5

Part 5: Headfirst Slide into Destiny

Warnings: Here there be smut because who wouldn’t want to have sex with Geralt in the middle of the forest?

Summary: Chased from your home, hunted by the same enemies, you and Geralt head deeper into the forest. Unsure where you are going or what you plan to do next, you start to think about destiny.

Word Count: 2,674

Notes: So, as go on with this story, I realize that I’m making it slightly A/U. I love Yen, but for the purpose of this, story, and without giving too much away, Yen and Geralt have not met yet. Because like its way easier to create a whole new storyline for her than to break her heart lol idk. Also, timeline-wise, this takes place just after the fall of Cintra.

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You sit with Geralt, backs pressed up against a large tree trunk, letting it hide you form the world – at least hopefully it is hiding you. Though, whoever burned your house full of years of belongings seem to have long-since disappeared. You want to cry, but you can’t seem to find the tears. Perhaps it is just the shock of watching the black smoke rise from the clearing in the forest and smelling the burning scent of herbs, wood, leather, and the scent of meat signaling that they burned the shed containing a winter’s worth of food supply.

The murky twilight casts the forest into eerie semi-darkness; plunging the temperature into harsh early winter chill. You are surprised when Geralt notices you curling up on yourself – there was no way you could start a fire this evening – and wraps his arms around you, enveloping you in inhuman warmth. Of course, with your amethyst moon hanging around you neck, you are pretty certain that you could easily cast a spell to keep yourself warm, but you are hesitant to use even the smallest amount of magic for fear that your pursuers were still in the vicinity.

As you settle against his chest, exhaustion and heartbreak weighing heavily on you, you finally speak. “Why aren’t you upset with me?” You’d lied to him for weeks; let him believe you were someone you were not. 

Geralt settles his head atop yours and waits a moment before responding. “Because I see no reason to be upset.”

“But…” you stumble over your words, “I lied.”

“You didn’t lie, you just omitted information,” he says, shifting slightly to pull your legs up, so you are completely curled up against him. “Information that was clearly dangerous.” He pauses for another moment, and you swear you feel him squeeze you a bit tighter. “There is nothing wrong with keeping a secret to save your life.”

Living alone with nearly no contact with your family, or anyone else from the outside world, you had fallen into a pattern of thinking about your own life and its general irrelevance. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to live, it was just that you had been purely surviving – hunting, skinning, brewing herbs and teas, keeping the fire burning all day without fear of your cottage burning down with simple runes drawn on the fireplace. You’d been surviving only for yourself; just the innate human drive to stay alive. It hadn’t even crossed your mind that anyone else would even blink if you died.

The feeling is overwhelming, and you shiver despite the fact that Geralt has successfully blocked out the chill.

“I don’t even know what happened to the girl,” you mutter after a few moments of silence. All these years of hiding, and Nilfguaard still found you. “I could have used my position, I could have tried to help her, but instead I just… ran.”

You are surprised by how quickly Geralt places one hand on your chin, tilting your face up to his. “You can’t blame yourself; were you going to take on all of Nilfguaard by yourself?” he asks, shaking his head. You chew on your bottom lip, not sure how to answer, but he continues speaking, taking that pressure off.

“There are some monsters you can’t fight on your own,” he says, his gaze settling somewhere far off in the distance, clearly reminiscing now, “In case you were wondering how I ended up half dead in your backyard.” He is smiling a rueful smile and shaking his head, but your eyes widen, and you instinctively reach a hand up to touch his face as a wave of emotion hits you like a battering ram. For a brief moment, an image flashes in your mind – Geralt lying on the ground, blood soaked through his leathers, his eyes wide and lifeless. Only in this brief vision, it is not the Dire Wolf from the woods; it is the slice of a sword – steel – Nilfguaardian. Had he not reacted as quickly as he did, he could be dead, and it would have been your fault.

“Hey,” you hear, somewhere in the distance – it feels like so very far away – Geralt’s voice, soft but tinged with worry, “Y/N, it’s ok – stay with me.”

The vision fades away as quickly as it came, and you’re looking straight into his yellow eyes, his hands on each side of your face.

“Geralt,” you breathe, shifting in his lap so that you are facing him. You are still breathing heavily, not quite able to shake the vision from your mind. You realize in that moment, that you would kill for him. There is a seething anger boiling in your veins, but it is not about your destroyed home. It is about the fact that these monsters in men’s clothing would not have thought twice before cutting down this person who had become so dear to you.

With one hand, you reach for his medallion, fingers running over the grooves and ridges of the wolf. Underneath, you can feel his heartbeat, incredibly slow and steady, completely in contrast to your own, which is still threatening to beat right out of your chest.

It is not the time or the place, but before your mind can fully register what you’re doing, your lips are already on his; a bruising kiss full of need. He responds right away, kissing you back with matching fervor. Twilight has faded now, but the moon casts a cold glow on the forest, illuminating the trees and creating blue-tinged shadows. But you can see him, and you know he can see you, and that is all that matters.

Your cottage is gone, Nilfguaard may be on its way to find you, the world may be falling to pieces, but you had this – you had him.

His arms wrap tightly around you as he deepens the kiss. You can’t breathe, but it doesn’t matter. You shift slightly, so you are straddling one of his thighs. Despite the fact that you are quite literally in the middle of a forest, completely exposed except for the shade of the particularly large tree that the two of you had selected to stop and rest at, you find your hips already grinding against him greedily.

The White Wolf is being just as greedy, pulling at your top so that it opens up in the front. His hand slides between your breasts, tracing intricate patterns on your chest before finally tracing over a nipple. You break the kiss only to throw your head back in pleasure.

The chill of the air doesn’t bother you much, even as he pushes the material of your tunic off of your shoulders to gain better access to your bare chest. His touch ignites a fire in you, and you hardly notice anything at all save for that.

He brings his lips to your ear and gently nibbles at it, making you moan softly into the night air, before leaning back and quickly unfastening the leather buckles holding his armor in place. He pulls it off, tossing it to the side, before pulling off his shirt and throwing it haphazardly on the ground behind you. Before you have time to think, he shifts so he is on top of you. His shirt must be getting dirty from on the grass and mud, but neither of you seem to care.

One of his hands comes to rest on your throat, not quite placing pressure, but enough to have you wishing he was. You look up at him through heavy-lidded eyes and whisper, “You won’t break me, Witcher.”

Before you can pull your lips into a smirk, he squeezes. Just enough pressure to take your breath away but not so much that you actually can’t breathe. The feeling has you seeing stars. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he says, his face only inches from yours before kissing you again. He grunts as you writhe beneath him, tugging at your lower lip with his teeth before pulling it between his lips and sucking on it, almost hard enough to leave it bruised.

After a moment, he lets go of your neck, hands grabbing at your wrists and pinning them above your head. Despite the objectively horrible events of the day, for some reason, you are glad for his roughness. It takes your mind off of everything else, and Gods, the look in his eyes is intoxicating. He is looking at you like there is nothing and no one else on the Continent that he would rather be looking at.

His lips move to your neck, tracing circles with his tongue. Immediately, he has you moaning. He nips at your neck a few times, and then his lips are up against your ear. You can hear the satisfied smirk in his voice as he mutters, “You like that, Huntress?”

All you can to is breathe out a barely audible yes as his tongue traces the shell of your ear. One hand easily keeps your wrists pinned above your head as the other traces down your torso down to your hips, squeezing hard. From there, his hand moves between your legs, cupping your most intimate area roughly through your leather leggings. Involuntarily, you grind up against his hand, trying to increase the pressure.

Geralt just smirks, looking down at you. “Nice try, Huntress,” he says, pulling his hand away. For what feels like an eternity, he just looks down at you, not releasing your hands and not doing anything to relieve the almost painful pressure you feel in your core. He cocks his head to the side, studying you for a moment, yellow eyes dilated from the dark of night and from pure lust.

“Geralt, please,” you find yourself begging, looking up at him with embarrassingly desperate eyes.

“Oh, don’t worry, sweet girl,” he smirks, “I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

And with that, he is pulling off your leathers and unfastening his own with lighting speed. It is mesmerizing how fast that man can move.

You gasp when, quite unexpectedly, he pushes two fingers inside of you. “Hmm,” he growls in your ear, “Already so wet for me?”

You whimper as he begins pumping his fingers in and out, taking care to roughly graze your g-spot. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you draw in a sharp breath as he adds a third large finger, stretching you even further.

Abruptly, he removes his fingers, finally letting go of your wrists. He places his fingers over your lips, and you eagerly take them in your mouth, tongue swirling over them. He lets out a satisfied groan as he looks down at you. “You’re a needy little thing,” he quips as he gently pumps his fingers, clearly enjoying the feeling of your sucking on them.

When he finally removes his fingers, you waste no time, eyes locking on his. “Fuck me, Geralt.”

“With pleasure.” Geralt smirks, setting those amber eyes on you and positioning himself between your legs. He stops, just at your entrance, leaving you gasping and looking up at him impatiently. Before you have a chance to speak again, he grins, baring his teeth and reaching one hand up to cover your mouth. You let out a soft noise of protest and he just shakes his head, not removing his hand. “Can’t let the Nilfguaardians hear you scream.”

And with that, he pushes into you and you groan into his hand, thankful for its presence there. He has already set a bruising rhythm, but your hips are already matching his speed. You can’t get enough of him. You should be distracted by the twigs and branches that are certainly getting caught in your hair as he pounds into you, but you’re not. Even the scratch of dead leaves finding their way between the clothing underneath you and your bare skin doesn’t bother you – it is more of a turn-on than anything.

Somehow, despite his quickening pace, he manages to hit the exact spot you are craving each time, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You arch your back up into him, reveling in the feeling – you are just about to release, and you know it, and then—

He stops abruptly, letting out a huff of air as he grins impishly down at you. You let out a disappointed whimper, and he only quirks an eyebrow. “Oh, come now, I thought we were having fun.”

You glower at him, even though you know he knows how much you are enjoying this. He laughs, a deep rumbling sound, and starts moving again, this time very slowly, driving you mad with each thrust of his hips. Once again, he seems to be hitting places that you didn’t even know existed, turning you into a writhing mess beneath him.

This time, as he increases his pace and you feel that familiar tightening sensation in your lower belly, he doesn’t let up. Tears well up in your eyes from the pleasure, and you moan into his hand. The world shatters into a million pieces as you finally release, and you are only vaguely aware of his voice as you are wracked with wave after wave of pleasure.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he growls, clutching you to him as he pumps in an out of you a few more times, thrusts growing more and more sporadic as he follows you into oblivion.

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Twenty minutes later, the two of you are still cuddled together on the forest floor. He’s given you a shirt that must have been in his pack. It smells of him. He’s put back on his shirt and pants, and has his cloak spread out over top of you both, even though you are wrapped in your own cloak as well. But his body is warm, and you snuggle into him.

His arms are wrapped protectively around you, and with your eyes closed, it almost feels as if you are huddled up in a bed that no longer exists, in a cottage that has since burned to the ground. You try not to think about that – it is a worry for tomorrow. For now, you are exhausted, completely spent.

He appears to be staring up at the cloudless sky, and you wonder at how he is not tired. You know that the answer is probably something to do with his Witcher abilities, but you open your mouth to ask anyway.

“Geralt, what are you doing?” you ask, glancing up at his face.

“Thinking about destiny.” He says it so seriously, and without hesitation. You aren’t quite sure what he means, so for a moment you say nothing, just a noncommittal ‘hmm?’ as sleep threatens to take over.

“I was trying to outrun it,” he continues after a moment, as if hearing the questions running though your head. “But it seems I’ve run headfirst straight into it.”

Your heart flips in your chest. “You mean…?”

“Ending up in your forest. Yes.”

“And Cirilla?” you ask hesitantly. All throughout the day, as you and the Witcher had walked away from your old home and deeper into the woods, you’d been thinking about the girl that you’d run from all those years ago. The girl you’d run from rather than protect. It was clear he was also looking for this girl, but you hadn’t voiced the question that had been plaguing you—you’d felt certain that he’d say no; that he wouldn’t want anyone tagging along on such a journey, especially someone who had failed so miserably in her past.

The tiredness that had settled over you like a blanket seemed to evaporate. Perhaps this could be a chance to clear your conscience. It could be a chance to right a wrong. After all, you’d dreamed of her on several occasions. No matter how far you strayed from magic, the dreams never ceased.

The silence seems to draw on for ages before he finally speaks again, “I take it you’ve heard of the Law of Surprise?”

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To be continued.

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[lifblogs]

It’s Time We Had the Talk

ACT TWO Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel Pairing: Destiel Summary: While Dean is dealing with the Mark of Cain, and Sam with his own trauma, they are drawn to a hunt in Elkins, West Virginia, where they join up with Castiel in solving the deaths of two partially eaten college students. DLSV TEASER | ACT ONE

ACT TWO

FADE IN:

INT. POLICE STATION/ENTRYWAY - DAY

DEAN All right, Sam, why don't you go check out the bodies? Cass and I will see what's in the evidence locker.

SAM Don't steal anything.

DEAN What? Who, me?

Dean makes a PFFT noise, patting Castiel on the shoulder.

DEAN Okay, come on, David Bowie.

Castiel squints. They begin walking away. ON Sam, who walks over to a POLICE OFFICER.

CASTIEL (O.S.) (b.g.) Would you steal anything?

DEAN (O.S.) (b.g.) Shh.

The Police Officer notices Sam, and she looks up at him.

SAM Hi, could you show me to the morgue?

He holds out his badge.

FADE TO:

INT. POLICE STATION/MORGUE

INSIDE COOLER

metal door OPENS with a loud sound, body board SLIDES out, we see Sam standing before cooler, hands in pockets

ON Sam. Small woman, MORGUE WORKER, near him, SLIDING out second body board.

SAM Thanks.

The Morgue Worker leaves. Sam lifts the sheets on both bodies. We see what was once Margot and Hunter. They are deathly pale, the remnants of bruises on their cold, stiff skin. Both their throats have been slashed deep, almost to the bone.

Sam lifts Hunter's sheet up further to get a better look. Surprise and disgust alight his face.

FADE TO:

INT. POLICE STATION/EVIDENCE LOCKER

Dean goes through files on a clipboard.

INSERT - CLIPBOARD

we see organized notes, and the number "004" is circled in red

BACK TO SCENE

DEAN Uh... let's see, looks like the stuff's in locker oh-oh-four.

He brushes against Castiel as he goes over, and Castiel comes up behind him. Dean puts in the combination.

CASTIEL Dean, you lied.

DEAN (laughing) Yeah, that's what all the girls say.

CASTIEL No, earlier. You lied when I asked you how you were doing.

Dean takes evidence out of the open locker, handing some of it to Castiel.

DEAN What am I supposed to say? That it sucks? That I'm having nightmares?

CASTIEL If that's you being honest, then yes.

Castiel deposits the evidence on one of the tables in the room, and Dean does the same. They stand across from each other, and put on gloves from a box off to the side.

DEAN I'm fine, Cass.

CASTIEL You don't look fine.

Dean shuffles through evidence, letting us see cell phones, bloody clothes.

DEAN What are you? A doctor?

Dean takes a phone out of the bag, inspecting it. The back is completely burned out. Dean drops it on the table. CLUNK.

CASTIEL No, Dean, I'm an angel. And I put your body back together all those years ago, so I know exactly what you're like.

DEAN (smiling, a little uncomfortable) Cass, don't flirt like that. You know I get all hot and bothered.

Beat. Castiel holds up a bag containing a crushed sprig of a lavender-colored flower. He frowns, observing it.

CASTIEL I think I found something.

DEAN (beat) The hell is that?

He walks over to take a look, leaning in close to Castiel.

CASTIEL (matter-of-factly) A flower.

DEAN Thank you... Vicki Vale. Come on, looks like we're doggy-bagging it.

FADE TO:

INT. MORGUE - DAY

Castiel and Dean enter the morgue. The sheets are back on the bodies.

SAM (rushed) Guys, great. I need you to look at this.

The sheet over Hunter is pulled back. SHOT on a gaping wound.

DEAN (frowning) Is that--?

SAM It was. And you see these marks right here? Wasn't cut off nice and clean. Some are jagged, like--

CASTIEL Like someone decided to eat the meat raw.

Sam scrunches his face in disgust, but has to restrain laughter.

SAM Uh... yeah. Thanks for that.

Castiel pulls back the sheet on the other body.

CASTIEL It would appear that Margot's genitals are missing as well.

Dean stares down at the body. He points.

DEAN Fantastic. But what's that?

Sam looks again, and then grabs a file off the table near him. Skims.

SAM Uh, she had an I-U-D.

DEAN So this thing, it--?

Sam HUFFS and nods. Castiel stares back and forth at them.

CASTIEL So it -- what?

SAM Cut out the I-U-D, and cauterized the wound.

DEAN Surgery-to-go.

Both Castiel and Sam give him pointed looks.

DEAN What?

CASTIEL The wound is older than the others. So whatever this thing is, it thought it had a reason to hurt her while she was still alive.

DEAN Or wanted to. (beat) Oh, and uh... (rifling through pockets) We found something too.

Dean pulls out the labeled bag with the flower. He hands it to Sam. Sam studies it.

CASTIEL We don't know what it is. Well, it's a flower, but--

SAM Yeah. Yeah, Cass. I got that. Guess it’s time to hit the books.

Castiel’s phone begins to ring.

CASTIEL Excuse me.

He goes over to the corner and answers it. Beat.

CASTIEL (into phone) Thank you.

Castiel hangs up.

CASTIEL I got the name of the person to talk to at the college.

DEAN Good, let me handle it while Sammy’s getting his rocks off on research.

SAM Dude.

CASTIEL I’ll go with you.

DEAN (uncomfortable) No, no. I uh... I got this. Just give me the info and we’re all good.

Sam and Castiel trade unsure looks.

Dean catches on. Smiles, dangerous and deceptive.

FADE TO:

EXT. COLLEGE CAMPUS - DAY

Dean walks, exasperated. Castiel trails behind him, coat flaring as he easily keeps up.

DEAN I thought I told you I didn’t need a babysitter.

CASTIEL You do.

DEAN Fuck. Just let me handle this, okay?

Castiel stares hard at Dean. He’ll step in if he needs to.

INSERT - SIGN

the side of the brick has a sign reading “Student Life Services”

BACK TO SCENE

Castiel holds the door open for Dean. They head in.

FADE TO:

INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY

Sam sits on his bed, laptop open in front of him, along with a few books and notes. The evidence bag with the flower lies next to him.

He’s TYPING, researching.

Sam pauses, stuck in his research. He’s thoughtful, holds a hand to his face.

SERIES OF SHOTS - SAM RESEARCHING

A) Sam sitting at the table FLIPPING through books

B) Sam DRINKS from a beer bottle

C) Sam takes out flower and SNIFFS it, makes a comical, unsure face

D) Sam takes notes

E) Sam eats out of a box of pizza

F) Sam is TYPING on laptop

INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY

Sam leans back, seeming satisfied with himself.

INSERT - SAM’S LAPTOP

on the screen is a picture of the same lavender-colored flower, and lower and to the side is a wall of text, it’s titled as “Nepeta”

BACK TO SCENE

INSERT - LORE BOOK

beside Sam, aged book is open to a page in the middle showing typed and handwritten notes, drawing of flower takes up most of the page, the top of the page is titled Spirits Made Gods

BACK TO SCENE

SAM Gotcha.

FADE TO:

EXT. COLLEGE CAMPUS - DAY

Castiel and Dean leave the building from earlier. They are frustrated with the case. They walk down the road.

DEAN Margot was popular, so she might've had enemies, but in sororities. Hunter was a recluse who barely left his dorm. And nothing odd was noticed before they were kidnapped. I can’t find a connection here.

CASTIEL They were both in relationships.

Dean shoots him an incredulous look.

DEAN It’s college. Everyone’s in a relationship.

CASTIEL It could still be a lead.

Dean GROWLS in frustration.

DEAN Just give me something to kill!

CASTIEL Dean--

DEAN Drop it, Cass.

Suddenly Castiel grips Dean by the front of his clothes. Slams him up against a wall. ON Dean. Stunned.

CASTIEL No, I will not drop it, Dean. This thing isn’t natural, or--or... you. Maybe you think it doesn’t matter, that you don’t matter. But Sam and I disagree. I. Disagree. So know that, learn it, feel it. You. Matter.

Dean opens his mouth, preparing to respond. He pauses. Castiel’s grip softens, running up and around the back of Dean’s neck. He brings their lips together.

Dean eagerly joins in, and the kiss quickly turns fierce, abrasive. They move together, press against each other. They are making out now.

SHOT through bushes. They are being watched. Castiel bites at Dean’s jaw.

BACK TO Dean and Castiel.

The Woman rushes at them, throws Castiel aside with surprising strength, making him CRY out. She grabs Dean by the throat.

FADE OUT:

END OF ACT TWO

[the-blind-assassin-12]

I See You : Part 1

A/N: Billy’s awake... and he remembers everything. What’s his plan?

Word Count: 2,568

Warnings: graphic descriptions and foul AF language annnnnnnd M U R D E R. 😈

Six months. That’s how long it had been since he’d woken up in that dimly lit back room, cuffed with thick chains to the hard bed beneath him. The first few moments of consciousness were blurry as the exposed beams and overhead lights, the cracked and clouded windows and stained cement floor came into view, and his survival instincts kicked in telling him where he was. Warehouse. Breathing slowly through his nose to keep himself calm, he looked down at his right arm and saw that it was stuck full of needles and tubes. I.Vs. His eyes followed the clear tubing from the crook of his elbow to a makeshift stand, a nearly empty saline bag hanging from a bent hook, rundown, dated medical equipment beeping softly behind him. He swallowed, his throat bone dry and scratchy, as he tried to recall what had happened…how he’d ended up there. He tried to reach up to his face but the short metal restraints prevented him from doing so, clanging loudly and echoing in the cavernous room. So I didn’t come here on my own then… He scanned the room for any other clues, coming up empty until he spotted a non-descript black phone on a small side table. What the fu… He reached for it, wrapping his fingers around the cheap plastic before flipping it open only to find that it was completely devoid of any contact information. There had been no calls made and none received, but the battery had been fully charged. Billy set the phone back down, frustration growing by the second. Everything in him, all his training, his conditioning, all of it was telling him he was in trouble, sending him signals that he wasn’t supposed to be here, but there didn’t seem to be much he could do about it. He hated that feeling more than any other, that feeling of having no control, of being at someone else’s mercy.

He swallowed again, the sensation like sand paper on his esophagus. Fuck, I need water. He blinked his eyes a few times and realized that they felt dry, too. Jesus, how long was I out? He’d wanted answers but the longer he was awake, the more he looked around, the more questions he’d gotten instead. Unable to reach past the restraints that held both of his wrists in place, he looked down at his lap. Stretching the fingers of his left hand he gripped the threadbare sheet that had been draped over him and pulled it back. His eyes widened as they fell on the heavy bandages that covered his abdomen. Shit…I really… And then it hit him- he remembered. Everything. The fight on the carousel. The broken mirror. Frank’s face hovering over him, his gruff voice in his ear. Choking on his own blood, nearly drowning on it, the metallic taste of it coating his tongue. He remembered the last two words he uttered, and what he’d felt when he’d said them. “Kill me,” he’d implored his former friend, the man he’d called brother for years. “Kill me,” the two words he never expected to come from his own lips. It hadn’t all been vanity in that request, hadn’t all been about pain or suffering or consequences. There’d been some regret, some admission, some self-loathing in those words as well. He knew what he’d done to Frank’s family, and he knew Frank- knew that there was only one way that this all was going to end; with one of them dead at the hands of the other. Brothers.

The hum of the florescent lightbulbs, despite being 32 feet above him, seemed to grow to a deafening roar as the realizations struck him in waves. His breathing quickened through flared nostrils and the machine behind him increased its incessant beeping as a result of his heightened heartrate. He couldn’t reach his face, couldn’t know the extent of the damage there, but he remembered the sound of the glass shattering as Frank dragged his cheek along it. He remembered the inhuman screams from his own mouth, remembered Frank’s words “Dyin’s easy, Bill.” Yeah, Frankie, it is. And when I get outta here I’m gonna show you just how easy… Frank didn’t want him dead just yet? Fine. One at the hands of the other, right? He looked at his hands; at the cuffs clasped around his wrists, at the knobby bones protruding after the atrophy of however much time had passed and decided that these hands would serve him well for killing…just as they always had.

Sometime later, a pair of footsteps echoed from the hall to the right and Billy sat up as straight as he could, ready to face whomever those footsteps belonged to. He winced slightly as a searing pain shot through his abdomen, and he looked back at the bag hanging on the hook to see that it was empty. Putting two and two together he realized it must have contained some form of pain medication- something to numb the agony that he’d otherwise have been in. Good, I wanna feel it. He felt his lip curl as the footsteps grew nearer, a man’s form materializing in the darkened doorway. “You can stay right where you are, doc, until you start explaining,” he snarled as the man’s eyes widened upon finding his patient awake and alert.

“Didn’t expect to see you up,” the man said, scratching his chin. Billy felt an itch on his own chin that he couldn’t scratch and his anger grew.

“Well here I am, asshole,” he opened his hands. “So start talking.”

The man hesitated before taking a few more steps towards Billy. He squinted his tired-looking hazel eyes, dark puffy circles showing beneath them, and Billy guessed he was a doctor at a nearby clinic or hospital that was looking for a side hustle. The man’s eye’s flicked to the empty bag behind Billy and then back on the coal-black eyes burning holes through him. He nodded at the I.V. stand. “I could set you up again there.”

“Not interested in dope, doc. Talk.”

“Alright,” the man took another step. “You came in pretty messed up. What do you remember?”

“Everything.” Billy growled.

The doctor nodded again, pocketing his hands. “Guy that brought you in made me promise that you’d survive, told me to give you that,” he pointed to the phone on the side table. “That was about as much as I could get out of him.”

“Yeah,” Billy scoffed, “Frank’s not a big talker.” He felt a burning sensation crawl across his face as the nerve endings there woke up.

“You been here about a month,” Billy kept his stoic façade but that news socked him in the gut. A fucking month? In a fucking coma? The doctor continued. “Had to keep you sedated, keep you out of it so you could heal…he…I’m assuming it was the same guy who brought you here?” he paused and Billy nodded. “He did a number on that face of yours. Cheek flapping off the bone, ear nearly torn off. I’m good with a needle and thread but that” he gestured with two stubby fingers towards Billy’s face, “was a challenge.” He indicated Billy’s bandaged torso next. “Stab in the belly though, that’s the one that was really critical. That’s what I had to keep you sedated for- make sure you couldn’t move and rip out the internal sutures.”

“Well great job, doc, I’m alive,” Billy said sardonically. He’d have given the man a sarcastic round of applause if he could. “Now how about we get these cuffs off. I’ve got some business to finish.”

Something familiar flashed in the man’s eyes- something Billy had seen in dozens of eyes over the years- fear. “Sorry, can’t do that just yet.” The slight waver in his voice told Billy that he was right about the fear…but it wasn’t him the doctor was afraid of. It was Frank. He wasn’t going to deviate from whatever plan Frank had in mind. “You’ll still need supervision…you’ll need more medical attention…for a few more months before-“

“Months?!” Billy barked, the force of his question causing a pull in the wound in his abdomen.

The doctor nodded. “You have no idea…the shape you were in…the shape you’re still in…Hell, you sure you don’t want another round of morphine? You must be hurtin’…”

Billy just fumed silently in response as feeling started to come back all throughout his body. The pain would have made most men howl, would have made most pass back out utterly overwhelmed, every nerve in his body igniting with just the slightest movement- the flutter of an eyelash, clearing his throat, bending a finger. But Billy was not at all like most men. Instead the pain only made him angrier, only fueled the rage that caused his heart to keep on beating. “I’m good,” he refused the doctor again.

The doctor took a half step towards the I.V. stand. “You sure? I-“

“I said I’m good.” The definitive tone in his voice chopped through the air like a paper cutter and the doctor nodded quickly. “How long?” Billy inquired.

“Until you can-“

“Until I can leave. How. Long?” Each word dripped with venom- for the man in front of him, for Frank, for himself for getting into this situation at all.

The doctor ran a shaky hand through his hair and shrugged. “Two more months?” Billy’s eyes darkened and the man flinched. “Make sure there’s no infection…make sure you can walk without pain…without-“

“Make sure you follow Frank’s orders, you mean.” Billy fell back against the poor excuse for a mattress.

“Look, guy,” the man said, holding his hands up in front of him. “This Frank character? He means business. He shows up with you looking like minced meat, with his threats and his conditions…knows my name, knows my wife’s name…so yeah…I’m following his orders. Me and you…it’s not personal, but I’m not trying to get on his bad side like you must’ve.”

With that, the doctor checked Billy’s bandages, set up another I.V.- no painkillers, just fluids- and said he’d be back later with food. Billy watched him retreat down the same hallway he’d come from, and heard the distant sound of a door swinging on creaking hinges, scraping against concrete, before slamming shut with a heavy thud. As though the whole interaction was being screened, watched, the phone on the table next to him began to ring. Billy looked at it, eyes threatening to melt the piece of shit burner as he stretched his restraints to pick it back up. Flipping it open, he answered. “Frank.”

. . . . . . . .

He’d gotten out of that back alley hell two months later, like the unnamed doctor who now resided somewhere in a landfill with the contents of the dumpster Billy had left him in had said. Frank had called once a week every week, like he’d said. He never mentioned anything about keeping the doctor alive, and he either didn’t know or didn’t care that Billy had disposed of him. But he’d made it clear that his rules were to be followed- made it clear that he’d come after Billy if he got word that he’d stepped one foot outside the city limits of New York. He’d given Billy instruction on where to go, where to find work, where to live- all places that wouldn’t check backgrounds or credit or anything that would link the scarred, scruffy shell of William Russo to the remnants that Billy had become. Seeing no other option, and not having formed a bullet proof plan for revenge just yet, Billy had stuck to the script. Three months became four and four became six. Six months with just his own thoughts etching tally marks on the inside walls of his skull. Six months with just Frank’s weekly phone call, ensuring that he was still playing by the rules. But by the sixth month of his new life, the wheels of his old one began to turn and a plan had started to form.

He’d felt like a dog. On a leash. Beaten and abused. Rabid. Whipped. But you’re a dog too, Frankie, aren’t ya? You obey. You don’t defy. You snarl and you bite but you didn’t go for the kill. Well I’m breaking from the pack now. No more masters. No more leashes. No more squirming under someone’s thumb. He scratched absently at an itch near his nose, fingertips finding the jagged ridges and grooves of one of the many scars that made up his new face, lingering over the once smooth skin that was now rippled and taught, stretched and pulled. His top lip curled involuntarily at the constant reminder of what had been taken from him, what he’d built, what he’d lost, and how he’d be forced to live now that it was all gone.

Rules. Always someone else’s rules. Someone else calling the shots, someone else running the show and pulling the strings. His mother. The group home. Arthur. Rawlins. Frank. React. Endure and then react. That had always been how things had gone. He was tough enough. He could take it. Proud to handle it. But he was sick of it. There was always something to gain for being strong; had always been a reward for resiliency. Where was the reward now? There was no reward now, only a reminder. He dragged his hand down his chin where a rough layer of stubble grew in patches, before bringing it back up to the top of his head, scrubbing it over the bristly hair that had once been smooth and lustrous. Rubble. That’s what was left of William Russo, former Marine Special Forces operative and CEO of Anvil- the hollowed out remains, the crumbling edifice of a once proud structure, ravaged by firebombs. It was time to rise from the ashes.

Billy waited at the bus stop like he did every day, the hood of his white sweatshirt pulled up over his head despite the warm temperature. He checked the time. 2:42. The bus would be coming in three minutes, and so would Frank’s phone call. He turned the small rectangular phone over inside the pocket of his sweatshirt, waiting. As the minutes passed and more people gathered around the bus stop, he felt the phone vibrate and he pulled it out to answer, just as the hulking MTA bus rounded the corner. He stepped back to allow the other passengers to board before him, answering the phone as a lady and her young son made their way up the steps, smiling at the driver. “Hey, Frankie,” he answered, voice dripping with sarcasm.

It was the same call Frank always made. It was the same bus at the same time that Billy always took. But there were two things about that day that were different- two things that would change everything; one- Billy had a plan, and two- that plan went to shit when he heard a familiar voice address him once he’d ended his call with Frank.

“Billy Russo?” the voice was light and airy, female and sweet as honey. “Is that you?”

Billy froze in the middle of stowing the phone safely back in his pocket. Shit. Six months had passed and not one person had noticed him. Until he heard your voice. Shit, shit, shit.

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[melodicminho]

strangers to lovers (part one) / hakyeon

anonymous said: Hi, nice day!! I read your masterlist. And no one has ever requested for VIXX! I want to be the first person. I want to request an Strangers to Lovers AU with Hakyeon/N because Strangers to Lovers is like, my favorite trope. <3 If it's not possible, then a College AU? Thanks in advance, have a nice day/week!~ 

the intro is kinda *REALLY* long so there will be a part two, oops. i hope this is okay for you even though its super trash!

thing is, you two have been bumping into each other a lot

you guys don’t know each other, but somehow ur both at the same place at the same time?

first time he saw you was at a public swimming pool

you had on a thin swimming shirt with shorts and you were hanging out with your friends

all he had was a quick glance at you before jaehwan started to splash massive waves at him

the next time you two were in the same place, you had seen him at the dancing studio

he was dancing some sort of choreo in front of a few people

one by one, those people copied his moves slowly but surely as he watched on with an approving look on his face

you gazed at him through the window for a few more seconds before turning around to head to your destination

hakyeon taking a mere glance as he noticed someone vaguely familiar

the third time he saw you was when he was at the zoo with his friend taekwoon

you were excitedly watching the dolphin show as taekwoon led him down the other way, to where the penguins were

hakyeon wanted to go talk to you that day, but taekwoon wouldn’t stop dragging him to other animals, much to his dismay

he saw you again on a different occasion which

??? are u stalking him or something lol

he was out with hyuk at this local barbecue place

and somehow, you were seated a few tables away from him with your friends

you n ur friends noticed hakyeon and ????

“is he stalking u or what lol”

he isn’t really sure if this is a sign to approach you but hes still kind of worried that you really are following him around

sanghyuk noticed that hakyeon was staring and nudged his shoulder, speaking with his mouth full of beef

“if you’re so interested, maybe you should talk to them, hyung”

“no no i can’t. i think they’re stalking me”

seems like he said that too loud though cause your friend in front you just spat out her drink onto the table

“oh my god WHY” you whisper shouted in embarrassment, pretending you didn’t hear what that strange man said as you continued to cook the meat in front of you

intrigued, sanghyuk looks at his friend with sparkling eyes, shoving a perilla leaf into his mouth, “what makes you say that?”

“i’ve seen her at the same places i’ve been four times this week??? this seriously can’t be a coincidence”

“maybe you’re the one stalking them?”

sanghyuk receives a slap to the back of his neck for that comment

“hey, it could also be that red string of fate thing, that would be pretty cool.”

“this isn’t a soulmates kind of thing, kid, what are you saying.”

sanghyuk raises his hands up in defense and goes back to eating as hakyeon stares at the back of your head with a frown on his face

shoving a wrap into your mouth, your friend quietly peeks behind your shoulder and wrinkles her nose, “yo, that dude’s staring at you.”

with a weak sigh, you rest your head on the table, quietly whining

“maybe you should go talk to him or something, tell him to stop and all”

and you were like !!! year ur right i will go talk to him and so you stood up with a defiant look on your face and began to stalk towards hakyeon as he sat there motionless

sanghyuk whips out his phone to text the groupchat hhhhhgko

‘yo come to the bbq place i think hakyeons gonna get beat lol’

you ask hakyeon if he’s been stalking you for the past week and his mind is blown!!! what did you just say to him

he would’ve been more upset with you if you weren’t so attractive uuhg

he scoffs, “you’ve got this all wrong, isn’t it the other way around?”

and ur standing there like

excuse me?

sanghyuk’s silently sitting at the table with his tongue in his cheek as he tries to contain his laughter and he’s telling the rest of the group to \HURRY UP’

“you really think i’d stalk someone like you? that’s headass”

“um OUCH”

hyuk throws his phone onto the table and throws his head back, trying his best not to spit his food out of his mouth

before hakyeon gets to say anything else, taekwoon’s already there to diffuse the situation. had it been hongbin or wonshik, they’d possibly instigate an even bigger fight if they felt like it

“hyung, calm down. i think you’re getting a little too worked up” jaehwan eyes smiled at his friend as he slid into the booth beside him, the man turning back to you with a sheepish grin

with an intimidated glare, hakyeon tried his best to calm down, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. with how upset you are with him, someone you don’t even know, he admits defeat to himself. you probably weren’t stalking him

“you thought this person was stalking you?” taekwoon looks at you with a blank gaze once hyuk was done explaining

then he smiles shyly, looping his arm with yours, “you thought my friend was stalking you?”

an alarm goes off in hakyeon’s head

!!!!!!!!! FRIEND

“huh? that’s your friend????”

“um i think our whole group knows them except for you, hakyeon” sanghyuk speaks informally, eating the beef with hongbin and wonshik as jaehwan nods an affirmative

ur friend’s sitting alone now but she doesn’t mind lol you said you’d pay for the food today so she’s gonna ask for more meat

“so this is the guy you were hanging out with at the zoo?” you looked up at taekwoon with a wrinkled nose and he laughed

“he was in the washroom when you found me by the penguins”

you pointed at jaehwan, “and that was the guy you kept splashing at the pool?”

“uh yeah, but he went to go eat a snack when you saw me.”

then you glared at wonshik, “and he’s also the guy that was teaching that choreo class, right?”

he shrugged nonchalantly, “i mean yeah, but you came to see my class.”

hakyeon feels insulted as you’re talking to the other boys except for him

your gaze was then pointed at hyuk who gave you a squishy smile, “why’d you bring him here?”

“cause i like the food here, duh.”

you groaned and hit your head against taekwoon’s shoulder a couple of times, his arm still linked with yours

“all this time he was part of our circle and i didn’t even know? you guys are so despicable.” you poked your tongue at all of them and they shrugged in response

since the situation was no big deal anymore, you went back to you and your friend’s table and started eating again, not even speaking a word to hakyeon

“you’re such a bad person hyuuuuuuuuuung” the younger ones of the group booed and nudged at the man as he shoved perilla leaves into his mouth, his embarrassment growing and growing

fast forward a few days

the fifth time you see him, it’s a grocery store

without hesitating, you stood beside him as he looked at the different cereals

he didn’t look up since he thought you were a stranger

ok u kind of are still but

you nudged him, your eyes fixated on his face as he slowly turns to you

there was a hint of surprise on his visage when he saw that it was you and his posture deflated a little

“hey, i’m sorry about what happened between us before” you smiled warmly at him and he gave you a little smile back

“it’s alright. i think it was my fault anyways. i was being creepy at the barbecue place and i can’t blame for you thinking you were being stalked. it’s 2017, you never know what someone is capable of i guess.” hakyeon rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward chuckle and threw a cereal box into his shopping cart

“wanna start over?” you ask him, your voice going softer as you hold your hand out for him to shake

with a forgiving smile, hakyeon instead pulled you in for a warm embrace

once you started fresh, you and hakyeon have become the inseperable friends of the group

jaehwan voices his dislike for this

“he stole them from me!! this is disrespectful”

you were on your phone with your legs resting across hakyeon’s lap, your pressed against hongbin’s side on the couch you all were sharing

“that’s unfortunate” hakyeon would chuckle, patting jaehwan’s shoulder, “sorry, kid.”

“i also am opposed to this friendship,” taekwoon mutters from the recliner, frowning at the way hakyeon’s hand is resting on your knee

“you stole them from us, you friend stealer.” the man speaks with an empty voice, his gaze blank but powerful as he has a silent staring competition with the person he’s accusing

hongbin wraps his arm around your neck to put you in a loose headlock which makes your attention go to hakyeon and taekwoon

????? these guys man

“i’ll forever be #1 on their list of friends now,” he says proudly, leaning back against the couch with an arrogant smile

evERYONE HATES IT WHEN U TWO ARE IN THE SAME ROOM

kdkvhhhd pls shut up hakyeon ur so noisy

people who aren’t in your friend circle think you two are dating and it’s so stressful for everyone bc hakyeon keeps fawning over u

“thats my mans” he sobs as you do something that isn’t even something he should be proud of

you literally just made food for yourself

??? taekwoon decides that hakyeon should have an intervention

everyone quickly agrees although they don’t really know why he needs one

“u need to get ur shit together”

“u need a break from y/n lol why are you like this”

you’re just eating the snacks everyone provided for the intervention, you don’t really mind anything that’s going on

“no more y/n for you until you can kep yourself under control!!!”

hakyeon submits

sends you love signals every now and then when everyone’s hanging out

you’re amused at this so you send a love signal back

basically all of these guys are your bitches ngl they worship the ground you stand on for some reason

probably because you’re the equilibrium that keeps this group of 7 friends together

it was hakyeon at first but that was because he didn’t know you existed until a few months ago

two leaders in the group is probs what everyone needs lol

as hakyeon gets to know you more and more as each day passes by, he slowly gravitates towards you once again

you just keep pulling him in with your spontaneous personality and pretty laugh, and your eyes lure him in, and your voice makes him want to listen to it all day and your huggable frame makes him want to--

ewHoa

hakyeon calm down honey

his daydreaming stopped when a pair of fingers snapped in front his face

“yo, you alright?”

“yeah, lol, don’t mind me.”

going forward a few weeks!!

u seem to plague his mind everyday

silently losing his sanity because ur all he can think about and he can’t do anything WHEN YOU SMILE AT HIM LIKE THAT !!!!!

he is trying to gather up the courage to ask you out, and jaehwan and wonshik are trying to hype him up but it kinda just makes him feel worse

hakyeon is worrying a lot and probably feels like you two are better off as friends

jaehwan’s saying no and wonshik’s agreeing with hakyeon just for fun

“at this rate, you’re never going to get a chance with them if you don’t ask them out /: “ hongbin says, squinting his eyes at the tv screen in the living room as hakyeon clutches at his chest

someone help him

[drunkdragondoes]

Prompt: First time, m!Robin x Flavia

@esauwest

To Lord Khan Flavia,

I have not seen you since the Fell Dragon had been put to sleep. I pray this letter finds you well.

I will keep my introduction, however, short. In my eyes have failed when I did not end myself. A time borrowed of ten thousand years is still borrowed, never our own. Yet Lord Chrom and the Halidom see it fit that I be lauded as a hero. He has made a point of it again and again - there will be another time to make it right.

He has asked that I take a leave of absence, to explore the land a little on my own. As my dearest friend, I shall entertain his notion and have chosen to make Regna Ferox my first place to visit, should you deign it fit to have one such as me.

I understand that letters and papers are not your preferred method of diplomacy, but I felt that this notice would at least let you respond should you decide to allow me to visit.

Flavia accepted his request without a second question. It was true that his method of asking for passage and the request to stay was not the preferred way of her land. Diplomacy was often face to face, and letters were looked down upon. But she mirrored him and sent a letter in return. And in a moon’s time he arrived in front of her throne, kneeling at her feet.

“Grandmaster Robin, I’m glad you made it. Coming to Regna Ferox in the near dead of winter is no easy task.”

“It’s just Robin, for now,” his mop of white hair bobbed just a little lower, as if bowing again, before looking up at her. “I prefer not to have that title while I am on leave. Still, thank you for your kindness for one such as I. I did not think you would accept me so readily.”

She didn’t tell him that Chrom had sent a letter even earlier than he did, detailing the full extent of his concern for Robin’s wellbeing. The man had become a mess in light of his ‘failure’ to truly defeat Grima. She had been there that day. Some time before the dragon was weak enough, Robin had been incapacitated. There was no chance for him to even strike, and it ate away at him to this day. Chrom had all but begged in his letter for her assistance in his plight to help Robin back to his feet.

She had some ideas, but for now the man in front of her needed rest. She would begin her plan the next day.

The next morning she had invited him to her breakfast table, and the two had a conversation. Amidst the chewing and smacking of lips, though, Flavia set her plans into motion.

“Robin, one of the things that I recall the most about you was your sword arm. I’m curious to see if you’re still up to par. Care for duel?”

She watched as his jaw slowed to a crawl, no doubt chewing and thinking upon her words. Finally, he swallowed and spoke. “I remember us having a match once,” the words came out slowly, thoughtfully. “Others might have called it close, but I recall a fair trouncing. Sometimes I think my arm still hurts from blocking your blows.”

But two could play at that game, and her lips perked upward. “You didn’t answer my question.”

He thought for a moment longer before spearing a piece of egg with his fork. “Well, if you’re so inclined to beat upon me, I see no reason to turn down a request from my most gracious host. However, I do wonder why you are so inclined to see me beaten.”

“Well, then, when I beat you in our duel, how about you grant me a favor?”

That got Robin to raise his eyebrows. Smiling even, she dared to consider. “You speak as if you’ve already won.”

“Didn’t you just admit to it?”

“Hmph,” there was a definite smirk on his lips. “Then do I get a favor if I win?”

This time, Flavia gave a quick laugh, her heavy voice rumbling from her chest. “I’m not a cheat when it comes to words, Robin. That will always be fair and square. But you better get ready for this duel. I’ve been known to approach them like it’s life or death.”

It was clear to Flavia with how Robin moved that, in spite of his own self-inflicted shame, he saw it fit to continue training, perhaps down to the bone. Though he had his own clothes with him, he had removed his traditional dark purple cloak, something she had almost never seen him without and leaving him in his paler shirt. With his arms bared, she wondered how much muscle he had beneath his clothes.

But as soon as the wooden practice sword came into her hands, all that lay before Flavia’s mind was the upcoming duel. It was a little heavy, just the way she liked her swords, gripping it with both hands. When he finally picked out his weapon, she saw that it was one that mirrored hers.

“You ready to begin?” she barked.

“At your leisure, Lord Khan.”

With only a few onlookers present, the two began their match and they circled around each other. They watched each other like hawks, eyes never leaving the other. In a battle it was different - there were soldiers by their sides and by their enemies. But a duel was different. It let her drink in his features, the muscles on his arms seeming even more prominent. Every step of his was calculated and heavy with confidence.

In the end, though, it was he who made the first move. It was just a quick swing, aimed at her thigh and easily blocked. But it was to test her and she knew it. Before long another strike came down, this time towards her shoulder, and she raised her sword to meet it before stepping to the side and letting the blade slide down harmlessly.

Yet before she could retaliate, Robin had already drawn himself back, resuming their circling game. She flexed her grip on the handle. He seemed faster than before, maybe even stronger. Robin once again proved that he was no slouch in combat.

But neither was she. Regna Ferox’s title of Lord Khan was not carried without merit, after all. She tested him with her own strikes, looking to set the pace of the match, to keep him off his footing. Soon it came into full swing, their blades locking and unlocking, backing away only to reenter so soon.

It was not long before fatigue began to make its slow way into their muscles. Her blonde hair, tied back to reveal the scalp of her dark skin, became matted with sweat. Likewise, Robin’s hair had begun to clump and stick to his forehead. Sweat coated their skin, and his shirt clung to his chest.

She took another breath and stepped in. Raising her blade high, she slammed it down with all her might. Robin want to deflect the blade away from him, hoping to use her force against her. But with a resounding crack, his sword was smashed into a myriad of pieces. With a triumphant breath, she brought up her weapon against his neck-

...only to find that it had shattered as well. All she held was the handle of a broken piece of wood with the rest of the blade hanging by a thread.

“Did…” Robin trailed off, droplets rolling off of his brow as his confused and incredulous eyes looked into hers, “Did we come to a draw?”

For a moment she paused, doing her best to think of an answer and to catch her breath. But when she did, she pressed the splintered tip against the skin at his collar, summoning forth the tiniest pinpricks of blood. “Not after that.” A smile spread across her lips as she watched Robin roll his eyes.

“Fine, fine,” he said after a series huff. She had a feeling that he would have smiled were he not so tired, but she could hear it in his voice and that was enough.“What would the great Lord Khan Flavia ask of this lowly man?”

For a while Flavia held onto the request, both dangling it in front of him while playing the role of host. If there was anything he wanted or needed, she had it provided to him. But as spring began to make its way into the cold lands, she planned a hunting trip into the wilds, bringing Robin along. She took him west and south of the seat of her throne with her best hunters, letting him survey the regrowing land that was beginning to break free from the ice and snow.

And while she didn’t say anything about it, she could see the change slowly taking place. By seeing the growth and recovery around him, his countenance changed little by little. He was still caught up in his own failure, but she could see just a bit of him attempting to move on.

They were sitting next to each other at a campfire one night when it happened, after a long day of hunting. They had finally killed their first deer and were celebrating. By fate Robin had landed the finishing blow and was gifted with the first bite of meat, even before Flavia.

“You brought me out here for a reason, didn’t you Lord Khan?”

His stomach was full and just a little heavy with ale from a nearby town. He would never have been so direct otherwise. She didn’t respond with an answer, but instead just smiled, letting her hand ghost over his. But before the night was over she placed a kiss on his lips.

She didn’t make her request until after they had returned, not until a few days before he would return to his country. He was still undecided if he would visit other lands of the continent or resume his work, but he was sure that Chrom would be happy to see him again. She figured that a warm bed was better for the two of them, as it was still cold after all. And while Regna Ferox valued strength more than other aspects discretion was still wise, for the man would return to Ylisse after all was said and done.

Flavia rapped upon his chamber door with her knuckles. She doubted that he was sleep, though it would be of no consequence if that were the case. She would just try again the next night. But she was right, and Robin opened the door. His room was still lit with candles, perhaps for reading or writing before the night was over. But he had already settled into his modest nightclothes, perhaps closer to sleep than she guessed initially.

In comparison, she had only a coat of furs wrapped around herself.

“L-Lord Khan.”

This was the first time she ever heard him stutter and she vowed to take it to her grave. “No need for the title, Robin. I’m just Flavia tonight.” She stepped into the room and felt her neck turn to face the bed. “Besides, I’m here to follow upon my favor.”

He was a smart man, and she didn’t need to look at him to know that the gears were spinning in his mind. She remained silent, but was rewarded when the door shut behind her and he spoke. “This is surely a scandal.”

Her lips smiled as she quipped a return. “You’re still in the room with me.”

“I…” he faltered. “I admit that I am willing to at least hear you out.”

“You know, Robin,” she whipped her body around to face him, blonde hair gently raking upon her skin. She held the opposite sides of her fur coat and kept her body covered. “That’s the second time you’ve fumbled with your words tonight.” Slowly walking over, she tucked a chin under his finger, her dark skin gently contrasting against his paler complexion in candlelight. “I think I’m having an effect upon you.”

“I would like to think that anyone would think twice about their words when the most powerful person in Regna Ferox visits their bedchamber at night.” His cheeks were slowly reddening and he made to turn away, but her finger stiffened and pushed him back to look into her eyes.

“Me being naked doesn’t scare you?”

“Well,” his eyes fell down across the top of her body for the briefest of flickers and he turned even brighter. “... That, too.” It happened again as he turned his head away, and this time she let him go. “Would it be safe to say that your request is both more amorous than I expected and yet fully expected at the same time?”

She chuckled, her hand falling back to her coat and letting it expose just a little more of her shoulder. “You can say no if you want.”

“I’m… I’m surprised you’d have one such as me, Flavia.”

There it was again - that condescending tone he used towards himself. “Man, woman, doesn’t matter. As Lord Khan I can have anyone I wish.” Her hand fell onto his shoulder, gently kneading beneath the pads of her fingers, feeling his strong muscles. “Besides, you’re cut from a hero’s cloth, Robin. You are exactly what is desireable in Regna Ferox. I’m surprised no one ever tried to pick you up while we were on the march.”

His tilted down in embarrassment, his eyes trying to trace her toes against the cold stone tile. “I… It just never came to the table for me.”

“Not even Tharja?”

He quickly shook his head. “Not like that. I never saw her-...” he bit his lip, “not like that.”

Flavia felt her voice soften, going quiet. “So you’ve never been with someone.” Her hand rose to his cheek, gently letting his skin fall against her calloused palm. “Would you like to change that?”

One last breath, one last blink, one last darkening of his cheeks.

“... Yes.”

She smiled, her hand falling to his and dragging him towards the bed. “Well, come on then, no need to stand here in the cold. And just relax. Let me handle everything.” Letting go, she climbed upon the mattress and beckoned him towards her. “Here, lay down.”

Robin did as he was told, and now that the full weight of the situation was bearing down upon him his shyness had begun to fade away. But he became aware of the looseness of his pants, cloth peaking at his arousal and turned his head to the side again.

To remedy this, Flavia moved herself over him, placing her hips over his covered length and slowly let the fur coat fall. “It’s okay to look, Robin,” she said, answering the question she knew he had in the back of his mind, and slowly he turned to face her.

Her breasts were the first to be exposed to the night chill. As the front of the coat parted, though, the next was her toned stomach, abs pressing against her dark skin. His eyes were glued to the edges of the parting cloth, slowly drinking in everything from her body. But when it finally pulled away to reveal her hips and the folds of her core, she watched as he gulped and barely suppressed a chuckle. She let her legs relax, pressing herself against his hardened member and he twitched.

“Go on. Isn’t curiosity one of your traits?”

It was like a dam had opened up. His hands, unsure at first yet gentle and probing, trailed all over her exposed body and she shivered and languished under his touch. The air was cold, but she felt her body becoming hot as he explored. She grinned when he raised his head to have a better look at her breasts, feeling the soft flesh bend and squeeze in his hands. She gave a short laugh when they trailed down over to her stomach, taking in their firmer feel.

And when he finally gave in and looked down, she leaned back a little to expose her wetting flesh. He was careful, slow, like when he was approaching a wild beast on their recent hunt. But finally his thumbs went to both ends and gently pulled them apart.

“Some of the cruder men…” he gulped, “they speak of… I mean, I know what they put in, but-”

“You mean fingering?” she did her best to sound gentle yet impartial.

His blush turned darker, but he nodded. “Yes… that would be one of them.”

Her hand softly grasped a finger and placed it at the entrance. “Go on, then. Give it a nice, slow wiggle.” She didn’t expect him to be good, and while she was more than rearing to take him in now, foreplay would most likely be necessary in his future encounters.

And when he took a breath and gently pushed in, she shuddered and gave a low hiss. She was no stranger to the act, but another person’s touch always trumped her own. And as he explored, slowly satiating his curiosity, she began to undo the front of his top, gently plying the buttons apart. Her reward was his toned chest, strong from the war and training. Her own hands explored his body slowly, mirroring his movements from before. But she did her best to remain slow - Robin had never been with another after all, and too much at one time might lead to finishing too soon.

But she knew she was ready now. Gently grasping his wrist, she pulled it away and moved her body back a bit. Then, holding the hem of his pants, she pulled them down, letting his cock spring up, rigid from anticipation. Leaning in close, she grasped its base and examined her prize.

“It’s nice.”

Robin’s lips opened and closed, but he said nothing. With a small smile, Flavia let out her tongue and gave it a slow drag from base to tip, watching him flinch beneath her.

“F-Flavia…”

She didn’t think he’d last if she continued that way, and she laughed as she raised her body over his length. “We’ll save it for another night.”

“Y-You mean to say… we might do this again?”

“Of course,” she quickly responded, dragging her wet opening over his tip. “As I said, you’re a desirable man.” Finally, though, she stopped over his head and looked him in the eye. “Are you ready?”

He nodded, and she slowly let herself descend. She let out a low moan, but Robin let out an even louder one. It was short, though, and he pursed his lips. Finally, though, she had taken as much as she could from this angle. She knew from the start that he would finish well before her if he remained still, and she spoke again.

“Touch me.”

“W-Where?”

“Everywhere.”

He didn’t need a second command. His hands rose to her chest again, softly apprehending her flesh. They fell to her hips and thighs, squeezing them with each slow rise and fall of her body. He let out low hisses, and in those moments he would freeze up, trying to calm himself and she patiently waited it out.

But soon his eyes and hands fell over her filled entrance. Grasping his hand again, she guided his thumb through the small patch of blonde and to her clit, leaning back. “Keep brushing it. Right there.”

And this time when she moved her hips, just a little faster, Robin did his best to keep up. His voice escaped his lips, her name ghosting through the air, but his hand never stopped. One of her own hands hastened to grab his other and brought it to her chest, and she felt him squeeze.

And for a moment, it was a heavenly rhythm between them. But she knew Robin wouldn’t last long enough. Not on his first night with another.

“F-Flavia!” he let out a panicked cry. She could see his body tensing, feel it tensing beneath and she pushed harder. Her body moved past the pace they set, and for all the good it did he tried to keep up. But it was for naught. In seconds she felt his cock twitching inside her. His white hot seed spilled out onto the two of them, the slaps of skin becoming even wetter.

But in spite of all this, perhaps he hung onto her commands, for he stroked and squeezed her even more. He was well and finished by the time she felt her body snapping over him, the walls of her pussy coaxing whatever was left from him. But it was enough and it was good.

When the act was done, her breath regained, Flavia let herself fall to his side. She wondered if he was still coping with the sensation as she dragged the blanket over them, but such concerns were put away for the time being as her eyes closed to rest.

Robin would dig himself out of his pit. She was sure of it. But a little help went a long way. And it was certainly appealing to know that she had forged a bond with him that would not be put aside lightly.

To Flavia,

My mind still drifts to that night sometimes. Again, I thank you for all that you’ve done for me since my visit. Some days I still struggle, but to know that many others, and especially you, have faith in me is a gift unparalleled.

But I think I can put those times behind me now. You see, I have found a visitor most strange, and I think it would please you very much to see her. I seek to return to your seat immediately at your earliest convenience. After all, was it not you who mentioned that a hero is desirable for a Feroxi?

I eagerly await your reply.

Your lover, Ex-Grandmaster Robin

A/N: Whew, sorry for the delay. But surprisingly once I got started it kinda just spilled out. I think I was worried about not getting back into the FE swing of things, but perhaps it was severely misplaced, haha.

Just one more smut prompt left!

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With myself beating it last week, and my friend and I finishing our game up this weekend, I thought I’d post my thoughts on The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild.

 I’ve never written any sort of review, so I’m thinking of this more of my thoughts on the game with a little review sort of thing at the end. Most blatant “spoilers” I mention is found out quickly after starting the, so keep those in mind before reading on.

 First a little backstory for some of my thoughts: I decided a couple months ago against buying a Switch to play this (at the time of their Nintendo conference thing they held), so I bought it for my Wii u. Why? Well, mostly it’s the lack of games I had interest in for months on end for the system. I just wasn’t going to buy a whole new system for hype and 1-2 games I’d be interested in for the first 8 months of the console’s release - assuming the other games I *am* interested in are not delayed. Besides, the Mario game looks... a little strange at this point. This isn’t about Mario though, it’s all about Link.

 My initial thoughts of the game before release were hope, but skepticism on if they could truly release a open-world style game, where they said fairly early on, you could go straight onto the final boss if you wanted. Hm. For several years, I waited patiently along with so many others.

 I love the beginning of the game. You start out waking up in some chamber you’re not familiar with, after being asleep for what you quickly find out is 100 years. You have amnesia and have no idea how you got there, let alone who you are, or what happened. 

 After several story moments, probably messing around with cooking and a few small tutorial shrines (more on those later) to get a few special abilities, and also a glider for Link and the world opens up for you. This is also where you start worrying about things like the environment.  Having the proper clothes to do any given task. Warm clothes for the colder areas, others to keep you cool in the hot.

 Clothes - something Zelda games you typically don’t have to worry about - are a big part of this game. Some help you climb faster, run faster at night, give you heat, cold, or lightning resistance. There’s even a town in the game which forbids males to enter the town, so you’re forced to cross dress to even enter the town. He looks adorable in them too! There are many pieces of clothes, some you have to buy, some you can find in the shrines or out in chests in the world. There are 3 clothes slots: Head, torso and leggings. Having the proper piece of clothing for any given area is important, or at minimum, knowing how to provide the same protection via cooking, is also useful.

 Clothes even provide defense as well, so you take less damage from attacks. You can upgrade the defense of said clothes by locating giant fairies, like the ones found in previous games. After an initial ‘unlock’ cost, they’ll upgrade your clothes if you have the proper materials. The good news about them is that after the initial rupee cost, you don’t have to pay any more. The downside of them, is that you have to find more giant fairies scattered around the world, paying more and more rupees to unlock, to upgrade your gear further. Plus, upgrading your gear further eventually requires some harder and harder to get materials.  Some even provide additional protection/buffs when you upgrade them all twice and then wear all pieces at the same time.

 Speaking of Rupees, you no longer get them from defeating (most) enemies. There are a few that give them, but for the most part, rupees are gotten from boxes you destroy, selling materials you get for defeating enemies, random pots lying around or chests.

 The same goes for hearts (health). You no longer get them for defeating enemies, and have to get any from either completing shrines for a full refill, catching a few fairies around big fairy shrines, or the biggest part, food/cooking. I won’t go into major detail on cooking, but will say that it’s fairly straight forward. You can eat an apple by itself to gain half a heart, toss it on a open fire for a few seconds and pick it up, and that’ll get you a cooked apple for 3/4 of a heart, or cook it in a pot to get 1 full heart per apple. If you use a cooking pot, you can hold up to 5 of any ingredients you want. Cooking 3 apples at once gives 3 hearts, 5 gives 5. Combining raw meat and other stuff gives even better results. The only other things to note is that some cooking ingredients gives boosts to resistances, running speed, defense or more. Trying to combine 2 ingredients that gives 2 different buffs cancels each other out, and you will only get some hearts. Early on tossing a couple apples and a jalapeno in a pot gives you a few minutes of cold resistance and a couple hearts, very helpful for going into the chilly mountains for an early shrine. Some recipes even give you additional temporary maximum hearts, so your max may be, say, 3 hearts, but the right recipe can give you an additional 8 yellow temporary hearts that act the same, but can’t be refilled once taken off.

 It’s after completing the mandatory shrines and getting your glider, it’s the point in the story that beyond telling you where may be a good place to start, you’re not forced to do anything you don’t want. I probably spent the first hour at this point (or more) just wandering around, finding a few more shrines to do, randomly finding Korki - apparently the same ones that were in Wind Waker - who give you a seed for finding one.

 Well, may as well get into the things-to-do in the game.

 Upon finding the correct Kokiri, those seeds mentioned above can be used to upgrade your inventory space for your weapon, shield or bow slots, costing more and more seeds for each upgrade you do.

 Thankfully, as far as those upgrades go, each slot (weapon/shield/bow) count as their own individual upgrade, so if you keep upgrading your weapon slots, while the cost of the weapons will keep going up, the shield and bow upgrade cost will remain low until you start upgrading those too. Apparently there are some 700 seeds in the game, which I’ve found, upon beating the game, a bit over 100.

 Not far into the game you unlock the ability to help you find scattered memories about the world, where if you go to the glowing/sparkly spot, unlock a suppressed memory that unlocks a bit of Link’s past. They are usually 1-2 minute cut scenes, and are 100% optional. Some are pretty interesting though, so I do recommend you find some.

 Climbing is a major part of the game. At some point in his slumber, I can only imagine Link was bit by some sort of radioactive spider, because he is agile. 100 years of lying in a coma has done nothing to his limbs and he can limb all over the place, limited only by your stamina bar and angle of what you’re trying to climb and... the weather. Just a bit more on that in a bit. You can also try and leap up while climbing, in any direction, but that sucks up more of your stamina.

 Other things to do are called Shrines which you learn about early. There are more than 100 of them in the game. Each one you complete awards you with a Spirit Orb. When you get 4 orbs, you can trade them in for either a heart container (same ones from previous games) or stamina upgrade.  It’s up to you what to do, but I found out upgrading stamina a few times early greatly helps.

 Stamina works the same as it does in Skyward Sword. You have a full circle of stamina that quickly drains as you either run or start climbing. It does quickly refill when not using it though, so that’s nice. You can also pause while climbing to stop stamina use to try and navigate where you’re climbing in case you’re running low on stamina. Some cooking recipes also refill stamina, so read up on those things you’re picking up and cook accordingly. Each time you upgrade your stamina via shrines, you can 1/4 of a new circle, to which you can have up to 3 full stamina circles. I can honestly say I find stamina to be of more use than hearts.

 The first 4 shrines award you with abilities: 2 kinds of bombs (to blow stuff up with just like previous games), stasis (time stop for objects, and later on, enemies), Magnesis (manipulate metallic objects) and Crynosis (makes climbable ice blocks from water, can also can destroy ice objects enemies may toss at you). All of them have their uses and have unlimited use besides some having small cooldowns. The remaining shrines have various treasure scattered around and most either need puzzles that need solving, or the puzzles themselves are unlocking access to the shrine - far too many more to list here. Shrines are probably my favorite part of the game.

 Just wandering around you’ll find things lying about for all sorts of things. Plants, mushrooms, apples, weapons, shields, all sorts of stuff. Some plants you get only appear at night, or when it’s raining. Hunting animals award varying kinds of meat that you can eat raw for hearts (ewww) or cook for increased effect.

 Speaking of weather though, that’s another interesting part of the game. No restrictions when it’s nice out, but when it starts raining, things become more complicated. During the rain, you slip a lot while climbing, making it very difficult, and even impossible, in some cases unless you’re not trying to climb too far up. There is also lightning to be concerned about. Any metallic item you have equipped, can make you an instant lightning rod. Whether it’s a bow, weapon, whatever, if you’re not careful, you get hurt. Thankfully there are obvious sings that you’re in trouble if you have something bad equipped, and it’s obvious in your equipment menu which items are not good to have on.

 Getting to and beating the 4 main dungeons gives you some cool backstory as well as 1 additional ability for each dungeon you beat. One of the dungeons provides you with a free resurrection every 26 minutes (it will refill your hearts and give you 5 additional free yellow hears upon dying, automatically). Another will provide you with a immunity shield that has 3 charges and protects you from all damage. 2 other abilities I’ll let you find out on yourself. All are useful though.

 Beyond all this, now it’s onto some of the things I found more disappointing or down right annoying.

 Weapon/bow durability... good grief. Things break like nobody’s business. Just a few swings from any given weapon and it’s gone. Bows fair a bit better for me, because I don’t use them as much. If you’re a bow lover though arrows are harder to come by, and expensive to buy. There are a few areas where arrows are pretty easy to come by, but it’s still annoying to have to farm them. If you do a side quest that requires hunting for instance, you use your arrows, which is also annoying.

 Most weapons don’t last beyond a few enemies, requiring constant replacements. There are replacements all the time, but most are weak, making me not want to use some of my stronger weapons unless I’m fighting a harder enemy, or even a boss.

 Speaking of bosses, there are all sorts scattered around the world. Whether they’re a mini-boss type or full on boss from one of the 4 dungeons, few gave me any real challenge. The ones that did provide any challenge felt like they did it for the wrong reasons. Some mini-boss types would near one shot me no matter what I had equipped, giving me more than 1 cheap feeling death. Once you had their patterns down, the amount of health they often had made it so I needed to have a few minutes of near-flawless fighting to take them down. It was frustrating.

 I never found much of a point in upgrading equipment very much. As I said above, upgrading them twice and equipping a full set, sometimes provides additional benefits. Upgrades beyond 2 levels I found to be somewhat useless, as the materials required to upgrade them are not worth the effort in finding where they are, let alone the little bit of additional protection it provides. Many enemies hit too hard for it to even make a difference. If you learn to parry and read attacks, you won’t get hit much anyway.

 The point of the game, which you learn about early on, is to find the 4 guardians and help the citizens of that area subdue the guardian. You basically do a event of some sort, go inside the guardian and do a dungeon with a boss to get the guardian to turn back to your side, where they were 100 years ago.

 Why put this in the ‘disappointing’ section? Well, because I found them disappointing. You go into any given dungeon, unlock a map, then manipulate the dungeon over and over in some way or another to figure out a couple small puzzles. I found the first the hardest because I didn’t quite get the concept, but by the second dungeon I was rolling through them.

  Just 1 of the 4 bosses that accompanied the dungeons gave any challenge, and I even beat 2 of the 4 in under 2 minutes on the first try. They would have taken less time if a minute or more didn’t have the boss out of reach. The one that gave me any challenge just took a ‘oh... metal’ sort of moment and that fight was over as well.

 Calamity Ganon... I 100% accidentally fought him. Lets just say that after I beat the other 4 major bosses, I decided to do a little more wandering around before fighting him. I just had unlocked a memory around Hyrule Castle and saw an open door with a cool looking spiral staircase. I walked in and one cut scene later I was in the final fight. I thought for a few seconds about resetting it, but oh well, I went for it.

 After a nice little cut scene from beating the other 4 major bosses (remember I said they are technically optional and you can go straight to Ganon should you so wish), my fight began. Without spoiling the fight, I beat it on the first try, just eating a couple of things in my inventory. Some optional mini boss fights took longer than any phase of Ganon.

 The ending? Short and disappointing. Small cut scene, ending credits, other short cut scene.

 I have to still unlock more memories to see if the ending changes a bit, but other than that, I doubt that collecting the other some 600 Kokiri seeds or finding the rest of the 30 shrines I’m missing, will change anything.

 Some final thoughts: The framerate of the game... wow. I’m not one impressed by fancy graphics or whatnot, but they did a pretty bad job here. The game looks good and all, but frequent framerate drops, and even at some points, the game paused for several seconds, are unacceptable in this day and age. The loading time even gives pre patched Bloodborne on PS4 a run for it’s money. The shrines would take maybe 10-15 seconds to load, but the outer world is much worse. Open world or not, they could have done a much better job. I hear these issues are also on the Switch version as well, but I can’t confirm that myself.

 I liked this quite a bit, but I’ve played better, games, let alone Zelda titles. Zelda: A Link to the Past, Zelda 64, and Majora’s Mask, took me longer to figure things out when I first played them, and I enjoyed them more. I even liked Zelda 1 more, but as I first conquered that game in the late 80′s when I was a little kid, I won’t count how long that took me to beat compared to this. Hey, I was born in 1981, so impressive graphics don’t phase me in any decision.

 The only parts of the game that stumped me a little were

1) how to navigate the lost woods. I found no help on this in the game, and had to figure it out myself.

and

2)  figure out how to climb Death Mountain without bursting into flames. Seriously. Link bursts into flames unless you have the proper protection. Not even fire protection armor helps. It’s pretty funny the first time you go up there to be honest.

 This is the first game I’ve ever posted extensively on, so I have no rating system. Out of 100? 10? whatever.

 If I were to give it a rating based on 100, it would be a 85 or so. Not perfect, but I had fun with it. There are enough flaws to make it not nearly the best Zelda game in the series, but this is the most fun I have had with a console Zelda game in general since 2000 with Majora’s Mask. This is a step in the right direction for sure, and I enjoyed it a lot more than Skyward Sword, Wind Waker, or the name of the one that escapes me at the moment where you turn into a dog. Ugh.

 I hope you have all had a great weekend!

 - Lana

[ecotone99]

FN Wendigo Brawl

The footsteps were very near, and there came a low growling, almost like thunder rumbling in the distance. Out of the trees appeared a tall, hunched figure covered with white fur. It lumbered into the clearing, and stopped a few yards away from Elan. It was Gaul, in all his monstrous glory. Elan watched the beast, noting the spatters of blood on his mouth and hands. His claws were like large meat hooks, and caked with bits of entrails of his most recent victim. Whatever poor creature it was, it likely suffered a slow and miserable death; Elan shuddered, "That could be me next" he mumbled to himself. Gaul likely was drawn to Elan humming his tune earlier, and Wendigos hate music.

Elan was thinking to himself, how could you have been so stupid as to forget that?! If he wasn’t so frightened, he would be quite livid with himself right about now. He sunk lower to the moss-coated ground; doing everything in his power to stay as quiet, and still as possible. He gripped his spear, anticipating he may have to defend himself; he prayed hard that he wouldn’t have to. Nelson was curled up in the satchel, which was now resting against Elan’s leg. He could feel the little mink quivering like an autumn leaf. He watched Gaul closely from his hiding spot. The beast’s head bobbed up and down, sniffing the air. His head turned from side to side scanning the forest with fiery red eyes. By the expression on Gaul’s face, Elan had guessed what the creature was thinking. He imagined the creature saying in a low, guttural voice: “Where did you go you little whelp? I’ll catch you, and when I do, you’ll wish you’d died before drawing your first breath!” It was a horrific thing to think of. Elan reassured himself, however, that Gaul would not find him. He had taken every precaution necessary, he hoped. The creature sniffed the air, and paused. Elan watched the brute closely. Gaul’s head turned sharply towards the blueberry bushes, making Elan’s heart jump in his chest. The young shaman did his very best to keep his body still. He can’t see or smell you. The cloak will conceal you. You are safe. Elan thought.

The beast stuck his nose out, and sniffed the air. Elan started to feel uneasy as the blood in his veins turned to ice. Had he not applied enough rosemary? Gaul took a sliding step forward and continued to sniff the cold air squinting, but then the creature’s eyes started to widen.

A terrible thought popped into Elan’s head, Could Gaul be sniffing out the rosemary I’m wearing?! He knew the beast was cunning, more so than his kin, and was more than likely familiar with the scent of rosemary. It was commonly applied to warriors to hide their scent from wendigos. The young shaman tightened his grip around the shaft of his spear; and clenched his jaw to stop the chattering of his teeth. He could see Gaul’s lips starting to slowly curl upward, revealing rows of spear-like teeth. He brandished his fangs which were almost as long as a saber cat’s, and even saber cats didn’t mess with Gaul, Elan thought. The creature furrowed his brow and growled lowly, and the white fur on his back stood upright. He knew Elan was there; Elan could feel it in the pit of his stomach, which felt more like a gaping hole right about now.

Don’t move, don’t move! Elan thought to himself as his face broke out in an icy sweat. It took every ounce of willpower he had to fight the urge to flee. He stared into Gaul’s red eyes, which were quite wide, and glowed like brightly lit embers embedded in his dark, sunken sockets. Elan recalled being told stories of warriors coming face to face with evil demons. Their eyes were always described as fiery red, and burning with a murderous hunger. That’s what these eyes felt like, and they burned very deep indeed. The creature was now on all fours, and started to lean forward.

He’s going to charge! Elan thought. Before Elan had any time to panic, there came a sound of rustling leaves and snapping twigs from above. A very angry and low growl filled the air, making the hair on Elan’s neck stand upright. A large shadow leaped out of the trees and attacked Gaul, kicking him square in the chest. Gaul did a somersault backwards, but was soon on his feet again, and facing his attacker. Elan looked at the dark figure, it was another wendigo; a jet black one. Elan’s eyes shifted back to Gaul, and he did not look happy at all with this intruder. He was on all fours glowering and grumbling obscenities. The other Wendigo did the same, and they started to circle the forest floor locked in a glaring match. They walked on all fours like a pair giant, ugly gorillas. Now that Elan could see them both, he took note of the black one’s size. It looked as big and ferocious as Gaul, and probably could give the white-haired beast a good thrashing. Still, Gaul had a sinister reputation of being the most vicious and murderous wendigo on this side of the River Rouge. The hair on their bodies bristled like porcupine quills, and occasionally one would howl at the other and thump their fist hard against the ground; that made Elan flinch. The two creatures started to roar like a pair of angry grizzlies, only louder. Gaul took a swipe at the black beast, and it didn’t take too kindly to that. Almost instantly they were swinging their clawed hands at each other, and finally the black one knocked Gaul over with its foot. It jumped on top of the white brute and they locked arms. They both started snapping at each other’s necks with their fangs; snarling and wailing like a couple of rabid dogs. Elan’s jaw dropped in horror and disbelief. He could only lay in the bushes and watch frozen with fear; as though his limbs had been filled with cement.

What should I do?! The shaman thought to himself. He stared as the beasts tumbled and slashed at each other in the undergrowth, sending up clippings of shredded leaves, stems and bloody fur. Elan thought about slipping away; before he could, however, Gaul lunged at the black wendigo, and wrapped his enormous arms around the beast’s waist. He had him in a powerful hold, and started charging him back into the bushes to the tree where Elan was hiding. Elan rolled out from behind the blueberry bushes just in time. Gaul slammed the black creature hard against the tree trunk, sending down a shower of leaves and withered twigs. Elan slipped behind the trunk and sat up with his back pressed hard against its bark. Terror had filled him, and his chest hurt with each beat from his heart, which was pounding hard like a hammer. He heard a howl of pain, and glanced back around the tree trunk. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Gaul. The white-haired beast was wailing and backing away, holding his hand to his head, which was now drizzling with blood. The black wendigo was clenching a large stone in his fist. Elan could see stain of red blood smeared over a jagged corner of the stone. The black wendigo swung a hooking punch to Gaul’s cheek and knocked him over. It then leapt at Gaul, but the white beast threw the black one over his head using his powerful legs. Gaul was now up on all fours again, and slamming his fists into the ground. He started hopping around and roared maniacally. His grey face went flush with anger, and his eyes blazed furiously.

Oh gods he is in a real rage now! Elan thought. The black wendigo was up again, but Gaul had already leapt six feet into the air. Elan gaped as he watched Gaul come down hard on the black beast with the heel of his foot. Gaul was on top of him now, raking his claws against the wretch’s face. The creature howled with pain as Gaul pinned him to the forest floor under his great weight. This was probably the best chance Elan had of escaping. He wanted to move, but he was still fixated with fear as he watched the two monsters. Gaul then jammed one of his large claws into the black wendigo’s eyes, causing it to wail with pain. Elan nearly shrieked as he watched blood come spilling out of the beast’s socket.

It’s now or never! Elan thought. He grabbed his spear and satchel, and bolted. He held the arrowhead out in front of him; looking for the slightest glimmer of light. He pointed it off to the right, and it glowed brightly. It led him into a thicket of brush. As he ran through the branches, they tugged at his clothes, almost as if to ensnare him in their tangled embrace. Each time he felt them tug, he broke free and continued to run. One of his sleeves got torn on a broken branch, but no blood was drawn thankfully. His heart was now pounding in his throat, whether from fear or exhaustion he could not tell, perhaps both. He only thought of getting as far away from those monsters as possible. The stories of these woods were true, all true! Horrible things did in fact live here. The world to him now seemed like a hovel filled with nothing but evil creatures; nowhere felt safe. He had gotten a good distance away, but could still hear the creatures battling. There then came a shrill, and woeful wailing over the tree tops. It was the kind you’d hear if someone had fallen from a cliff, or was being murdered in cold blood. It was followed by the fluttering of spooked ravens, and Elan had a pretty good guess of what creature was making the noise. Gaul was killing the black Wendigo, probably by tearing poor wretch’s throat out with his teeth. The sound made Elan pick up pace; he’d never felt such an urge to run so far and so fast. It was a horrible noise, one that filled him with a mixture of terror and pity. He couldn’t stand to hear a helpless creature suffer and die in such a miserable way. He was certain, however, that Gaul got much pleasure from it, just as he would when he did the same to the young Shaman.

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One Year Ago, Zelda: Breath of the Wild Changed Game Design

One of my experiments in games is to think of something I could do in the real world, and attempt to pull it off in the game I'm playing. The more absorbed I am by a game's world and systems, the more naturally I feel inclined to try this experiment.

In other words, I have to be so immersed by a game, effortlessly pulled in by intuitive controls and systems that gel together naturally, that I forget I'm playing a game.

When I heard sounds echoing up from a well in Amnesia: The Dark Descent, I looked down, picked up a stone, walked over to the well, and dropped it. I stood still, listening, waiting for the clack of stone against stone, or a splash. I counted silently to myself: one-one-thousand, two-one-thousand. I had no designs on hopping into the well. Amnesia's terrifying and tenebrous world felt so real that the experiment came naturally. It's what I would have done in the real world, and the game's systems made it possible.

If Amnesia let me pull off the odd experiment or three, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild cast me in the role of mad scientist. For the first 15 to 20 hours of the adventure, all I did was solve shrines. I don't gravitate toward puzzle games, but I do like puzzles within the context of exploration and adventuring. In other words, Zelda puzzles are kind of my thing.

Breath of the Wild's puzzles were different. The goal of each shrine is to decode the shrine's name, a hint at what you need to do to receive an orb you can put toward more heart containers or stamina vessels. That hint is just a suggestion. According to Breath of the Wild's directors, they designed each shrine so that it would have a solution, thereby preventing players from getting stuck. But their solution was envisioned as one of many. A suggestion, if you will.

In every shrine, I'd suss out what needed to be done. Then I'd do it my way. Oh, that crate is metal. I can pick it up and put it on that switch. Hey, since these two switches need an electrical charge, I bet I can place a line of metallic weapons between them to ad hoc a connection.

I didn't think about those experiments in the context of the game's controls. Breath of the Wild's physics and chemistry systems were deep yet accessible. Anything I wanted to do made sense within the context of Breath of the Wild's world.

That brand of experimentation formed the beating heart of Breath of the Wild's chemistry and physics systems, resulting in innumerable ways to make the world your own. You could paddle across that stream, or you could chop down a tree and walk across it like a bridge. You can go one-on-one with mobs of Bakoblins, or use Magnesis to drop metal crates on their heads. Or glide in from above and whip out your bow to rain arrows on them in slow motion. Or lure them away from their camp and steal the slab of boar meat roasting over an open flame. Or just hang back and watch them hunt wild game and chase it in circles.

Or, you know, just walk up and stab them with your sword, Master or otherwise. That's an option too. But it's one of many. It may be yours, but it's not mine. Others may be mine and not yours. And therein lies the fun.

When I tired of shrines, I turned my attention to towers. Climbing towers is fun… in Breath of the Wild. Nintendo took an open-world dead horse that Ubisoft beat to a fine paste and made it fun by making it an option. There's no indicator on my world map telling me to climb this or that tower to advance to the next area. If I want to climb a tower, I'll climb it. When I'm good and ready to battle another Divine Beast, taking me one step closer to Princess Zelda and the final battle against Ganon, I'll take it. Not a minute before.

Breath of the Wild runs just fine on Wii U, but for me, the game is inexorably tied—linked, one might say—to Switch. Like the game, Nintendo's console-portable hybrid can be played on my terms. It spends most of its time docked to my TV. When I head out for a weekend with family, I remove it from the dock, place it and the power cord into my carrying case, and off we go, to be played while waiting for a table or in the living room while my nieces and nephew chase each other in circles.

One year removed from its launch, Breath of the Wild still represents Nintendo at its most ambitious and creative. I'm one of those oddballs who wasn't enamored with Super Mario Odyssey. It's a good game, a refinement of Nintendo's best-selling 3D Mario formula, but it's still ultimately a refinement. Breath of the Wild is everything video games are and everything they can be. Bold. Experimental. Engaging. Imaginative. Open. Freeing. Colorful. Humorous.

Portable, and stationary, too.

Breath of the Wild isn't perfect. At its worst, it's the best menu sim I've ever played. I'd like a way to jump between categories in those menus rather than have to scroll through each page of each menu, especially as my ingredients tab spills over three, four, five pages. And it sure would be nice to drop or throw shields and bows to quickly and neatly jettison ones I don't want.

For me, though, those are quibbles, tantamount to a few grains of sand on the "cons" side of the pros/cons scale. On the "pros" side, Breath of the Wild's freeform design and the way it tacitly encourages me to seize control and play on my terms amount to a boulder the size of Death Mountain.

Shacknews CEO and editor-in-chief Asif Khan likes to poke fun at me for having yet to cross Breath of the Wild's finish line. It's true: I haven't seen the game's ending. I don't even know if it's got more than one. To me, Breath of the Wild isn't a game that needs to be beaten. Conventional video games are beaten. Breath of the Wild is a laboratory full of experiments I still want to conduct.

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Chapter 2: Oops

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“Nika! If you do not hurry up and come outside, I’m going to give you such a beating when we get back home!” A man yelled to Nika from outside. The teenage boy groaned as he hurried up with him getting ready for the days sales and chores. A raggedy tunic that had been through what could be assumed was to be fights, leggings that barely fit without a belt and boots that were two sizes too big. Nika had been given all this from his father as he grew into himself. Even now, he was much smaller than his father had been and was more of a burden than a blessing to his father who had only him to help on the farm. He had always been more interested in magic. Even as he prepared for the day, the brush for his hair put it in place and his shoelaces tied themselves. Those bright green eyes looked to their reflection, getting him mentally prepared for a day of ridicule, screaming matches and self-loathing. A usual Monday morning, he thought to himself.

Grabbing his bag, Nika ran out to his father who gave him a slap to the back of his head before getting on his horse which had a cart full of produce and meats in it. Nika, rubbing the hit spot, got into the cart and held on as the horse started forward. To him, his father was a rugged man; full beard, scars littering his face and arms from work, muscles from manual labor, and a scruffy voice to top it all off. The two were total opposites and that set them apart from the other villagers who were alike to their family members and all seemed to fit to where they were born into. 

“Hello Nika! What produce do you have today?” The sweet voice interrupted his small thoughts. A beautiful woman followed the cart close behind, holding her pale blue dress up from the ground to keep it somewhat clean. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled into a braid that trailed behind her to her waist and those glistening blue eyes always made days like these worth it and the smiles were worth their weight in gold.

“The usual, Ms. Paulline. Radishes, potatoes, carrots… Oh! We as well have some fresh onions this harvest. The kind you like of course.” Nika smiled and held up one of the purple onions, “We will be setting up shop in the usual market so you can’t miss us!” As they begun to turn down the market alley, Nika waved a temporary goodbye to Ms. Paulline. His attention now turned to the hulking figure that crested over the walls of the alley. A few spirals of the nearby castle revealed the capitol of their grand country and the home of one of the most powerful sorceresses in all of history; Fonata Krystalline.

Legend stated that Fonata was born along the streets of this small village that bore the name of her favorite wild flower that grew along its borders, Lingu. Fonata was an orphan who was born with the gift of magic that surpassed even that of the eldest of vampires who had been given the harshest of teachings of magic. She was but only 10 when she was given the honor of the most powerful sorceress in the land and 12 when she was bestowed even greater power by the godly birds of life and death, Pheon and Azu. It was then, she was crowned as queen of the land and with her new power, gave to the poor of Lingu and to all else she could help. 

No sorcerer has ever matched her power and was an inspiration to all magic users to gain equal powers to her. Nika found her as the greatest of inspiration since they had grown in the same village and had grown up poor. Without her to drive him, he was sure his father would’ve diminished all hopes of him becoming something years ago. “Nika! Out, let’s go! Start setting up!” His father ordered as he halted the horse and got off, scouting their spot. Some people were beginning to ruin spots for farmers in the market for some reason and had nearly pushed three sellers in the past month to selling in a new area. Thankfully, those people were persuaded to stay and now everyone was on edge, fearing the people would strike again. 

Nika got out and once his father was done, begun bringing out the crates of produce and meats. Once the cart was emptied, he pulled out the wooden stands they used and set that up. The stand was pre-built so all it needed was to be pulled out and clicked into place. His father went to the other farmers as he arranged all the items in their respective places and got himself in place as he awaited the opening of the market. The minutes before the opening was always silent, but once everyone was open for business, the alley would be crowded and bustling till sundown or until everyone was emptied of their inventory. Their spot was situated at the corner of the alley and a major street which was a highly sought-after place that they paid good money to keep. Nika could see everything from where he stood but what he did not expect to see was a carriage coming down the street. It was rare to see a carriage going through the village since there was a safer path made that led to the bigger cities and the castle. Two white horses led the luxurious white carriage which were highlighted with precious gems and accented with gold. Whoever this was was very important like a royal or possibly the queen herself! Nika watched carefully and as the carriage passed, he got a glimpse inside to see a teenage girl looking right back at him. Her hair was a pale blue and her eyes were a deep violet like the Lingu’s around his village.

“Who was that?” was all he could muster as he watched the carriage hurry away towards their destination.

“The princess Yukina Isa of the Frost Giants,” Ms. Paulline answered, holding an empty basket, “Father told me that the leaders of the four countries are having a meeting. Her and her father are here from their homeland to talk to the queen.” Nika almost questioned her on her knowledge of what was going on, but remembered who she was exactly. She was no regular maiden, but the daughter of the town mayor. It was no wonder she knew what was going on since those important people would be passing through or around the village. Her basket was placed on the edge of the stand and her eyes met his. “Now, sweet Nika, how much could I ask for those radishes? I’ve got a few mels for a bushel.”

“I’ll give them to you for half if you tell me when exactly the meeting is to be held.”

“Nika, you know I am not allowed to tell any more than I already have! Fathers’ rules.” “Yes, yes, but a quarter of what you ask and five of the best tomatoes on the market!” Nika held up the bin of tomatoes, hoping she would bite. Ms. Paulline sighed and handed over a mel and 15 scrols, “It is to start in two hours. If you head off now, you’ll make it just in time to hear that the castle gates will be shut till the meeting is over.” With a nod, Nika gave her what she deserved, gathered his bag and set off towards the castle, not caring about his fathers’ anger for him leaving the stand unattended. Meetings were the rare times that all could see the different rulers of the other three major nations. It would as well get to be his first chance to see his idol without all the glitz and glamour of her entourage.

“I thank you all for meeting with me on such short notice,” Fonata spoke softly as Frosna and Yukina stepped into the room, “Our normal meetings are months from now but I and Nijiru have grave news to report concerning the Akio.” The room was situated in the highest tower of the castle with only one barred window to the outside. In the center was a large round table in which a map of the world had been engraved onto it as well as the topography of each country. A special red line was drawn to track the growth and overall movement of the Akio and from where it started to where it ended, the line seemed to encompass all the northernmost country in a huge circle.

Fonata erased part of the line and connected it in a large downwards U towards the bottom left, meeting with another country, “The Akio is coming onto our land. The warmer weather is slowing the pace of its growth but I do not think that will stop it for long. The being is known to adapt very quickly to its surroundings and I expect it to do the same within our borders,” she motioned to Nijiru, “It is as well gaining speed and entering the waters of Manicour. We have the strongest mages working to keep the Akio at bay for a little longer while we come up with a way to kill it permanently.”

Frosna frowned at this, knowing that soon, the Akio would fully engulf both countries as it has nearly done with his. The only safe place the giants had was the capitol; a small island on the southernmost tip of the country. It confused everyone as to why that was saved, but no one dared questioned it as it was the last hope of all Frost Giant kind. “You have yet to develop the magic that could seal away this beast? My god Fonata, it has been almost 15 years since it had come about! 15 years since this monstrosity killed my wife! Are the dragons not assisting with your development of the spell? Are the godly birds not heeding your call? Are there no gods that can help us save ourselves from this nightmare?!” his voice had grown and grown till it was a loud roaring that shook the table and the tower itself.

“Frosna stop it! The dragons have heeded my please for their help and are giving Fonata all their knowledge to assist with the spell. The birds Pheon and Azu have already given her half their power so they feel they have no need to assist her further as well and the gods abandoned us long ago! Us beings of ice, flesh and magic have no gods to rely on other than the gods we have made in our minds.” Skyrine snapped at him, glancing to the shaking queen, “She has given months at a time for the spell, Frosna. Look at her, she could barely stand if she had not the servants with a better sense to let her do as she pleased. She is the strongest sorceress we’ve ever seen, but she is as well human. Pushing her as you suggest will kill her and then where would we be? Already dead, that’s where.”

“She is right,” Nijiru sighed, “Fonatas’ power has bought us 15 years to try and make the spell we so desperately needed. Without that power, we wouldn’t have had 15 years, let alone 15 minutes to figure out how to kill this thing.” He glared at the king through his fox shaped mask, but then looked around as if searching for something. Everyone stopped as they saw Nijiru search, knowing that if he knew something was wrong, this would be the sign. He moved along the walls slowly and stopped at the windowsill, “I did not know you still allowed pests in your castle, Lady Krystalline. I will blame it on the staff since you do are not deserving of that criticism at the moment.” 

His arm shot out and grabbed the wrist of what felt to be a small boy. This made Nijiru freeze and look outside, “Oh my god, young man! How did you get up here? This is nearly the height of a fully-grown giantess!” he exclaimed to the young man dangling from his grip. Short, scraggly blond hair, tattered clothes, and shoes that obviously did not fit him. Everything about his appearance screamed the beggar outside that you were afraid would rob you at night but he was up at the window of the highest tower with no mechanical means of getting up to this point.

“Well sir, I do believe this is what you call magic?”

“Spying in on such important international meetings without authorization is a punishment set at none less than a lifetime in jail young man,” Fonata frowned at the boy standing before her. With her help, she and Nijiru had brought the boy into the meeting room, now interrogating him on why he was there and how exactly he got there in the first place. “Be honest with us and start at your name.” “My name is Nika Nordstrum. I wanted to see all of you guys before I had to go back to my father at the farmers market so I hurried over and cast a spell to levitate up to where I assumed you would all be. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop or anything, I just wanted a sneak peek at you guys!” Nika defended, “I will go home and neve-.”

“Are you of a wizard class?” Skyrine cut in. “No.” “An apprentice?” “No. I’ve never had formal magic training before, ma’am. I just study magic in my free time.”

“So, you just naturally had this level of magic within yourself?” Fonata inquired, her interest piqued with the boy. She hadn’t seen such mastery in magic naturally grow since her youth where her magic evolved to that of a warlock by the time she was 14. “How did you come upon your finding out your proficiency in the arts of magic? Specifically, levitation?”

“Well, I’ve always been interested in magic so I stole a lot of books about learning the arts. I got good but dad didn’t like me dabbling in magic since we’re farmers and he always said that magic took out the personal touch in raising crops that’s essential. When I started to read about you Queen Krystalline, I only got more and more invested. It started with little things like moving things around my room, then I got it to where I could sow fields with my magic. Once that was mastered, I decided to follow your path. I began trying my hand at levitation magic with all the old books I had. I’m not quite as good as you yet though and I promise if you let me go without telling my father, I’ll become the best without interfering with your proceedings, my queen.” Nika explained, looking down towards the ground.

Fonata turned to Skyrine and walked with her and Nijiru out of the room. This boy had found her to be his inspiration but she doubted how much the child knew how incredible he was even without reaching her level of mastery at his age. True, by this time, she was already learning how to become a pyromancer, a class that required decades of training from dragons, but to be able to levitate this high up with no obvious strain on his body was incredible! The three looked to each other very carefully before Fonata spoke up calmly, “I think I have found my first apprentice and I hope that if the worst comes, he will be able to not only take my place, but destroy the Akio.”

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