#heavy lake effect snow

[weatherist]

Up to four FEET of lake effect snow expected over parts of western New York (namely, Buffalo), downwind of Lake Eric, and up to three FEET downwind of Lake Ontario, in the next couple of days. Locally higher totals. Yes, they get events like this every few years, but this will be a memorable one!

(Image: the National Weather Service snowfall forecast for the next two days, showing 48 to 60 inches predicted over Buffalo, and 18 to 24 inches over Watertown.)

[0anonnymouslyours0]

corio w lucy grays older sister +18 (my guys a bit of a perv in this)

when coriolanus snow is assigned to work at district 12, he is surprised to arrive and find lucy gray with an older sister. a pretty, sweet, innocent older sister, who everyone in the district adores. corio knows hes completely wrong for you, how his capitol blood would taint your purity, but he is enthralled by you. he sees you sing in the bar, with lucy gray, but his eyes are always on you, with flowers in your hair, and a pink flowy dress.

when corio is invited to the lake he jumps at the opportunity to see you again. and when you take of your pretty sundress, and reveal your tiny bathers, nipples visibly perked and hard through the material, coriolanus uses up the very last amount of his control.

he spends all his nights tossing and turning, sneaking of into the bathroom to relieve his aching cock, while images of you run through his head. little does he know, your also preoccupied with thoughts of him, just as eager to see him again.

to his surprise, hes invited to the lake again by you, and you swim with the others as coriolanus watches from afar, adding new mental pictures do his nightly routine. however, when you come out the lake, in the same little bathers, you invite him into the woods with you to search for some berries.

"careful of the snakes" you warn him, as you search the forest floor for food. when you yell to say you've found some, your hand them to him, and very carefully coriolanus takes one and opens your lips with his thumb, feeding you the berry. your eyelids are heavy and hooded, arousal evident in your body, even from the simplest action. coriolanus is delighted at the effect he seems to have on you, so now, every chance he has, he comes to see you.

your relationship progresses quickly, and only a few months in, coriolanus has tainted you, and turned you into his own little whore, begging for him every night. his once love of lucy gray now forgotten, as he dotes on you, entirely under your spell.

[mindblowingscience]

Over the past few days, extremely cold Arctic air and severe winter weather have swept southward into much of the U.S., breaking daily low-temperature records from Montana to Texas. Tens of millions of people have been affected by dangerously cold temperatures, and heavy lake-effect snow and snow squalls have had severe effects across the Great Lakes and Northeast regions. These severe cold events occur when the polar jet stream—the familiar jet stream of winter that runs along the boundary between the Arctic and more temperate air—dips deeply southward, bringing the cold Arctic air to regions that don't often experience it.

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[igotanidea]

Cold weather: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Christmas bingo day 14 : cold weather

~Oh, the weather outside is frightful…~

“Turn it down.”

“Well, it’s not like the song has nothing to do with reality-“ Y/N retorted not really listening to Hotch’s command “it is particularly cold weather today.”

The words she used were quite an understatement. When the BAU team (strengthen by the fellow DA in the person of Y/N) left for yet another field action, there was no premonition of the upcoming blizzard and the temperature drop. Currently, it was hard to drive due to the heavy snowfall, but neither Y/N nor Derek seemed to be bothered by it. Maybe it was because they were both the passengers, but seemingly nothing could destroy their Christmas spirit, not even an unhinged killer on the loose. Obviously they were professional, as always, but their humour and attitude were something the chief of the unit were struggling to put up with, leaving him wondering why did he even choose those two to come with in the first place.  

“Turn it down.” This time it was far more stern, even for Aaron.

“Are you a Grinch now, Hotch?” Morgan grinned from the back seat, earning nothing more than a single grunt from his boss and turning the radio off. “Come on!”

“We’re at work.”

“So what?” Derek whined “working as the profiler does not come along with being gloomy during Christmas time-“

“Morgan!” Y/N felt the need to intervene upon noticing slight, almost untraceable frown on Hotch’s face “enough.” 

“Oh, so you’re siding with the boss now, Y/N?” the fellow agent leaned forward from behind the seat “Just so you know, sunshine, that’s treason.”

“He’s not my boss. I’m independent of FBI And what you just said is a slander. Pretty sure is punishable.”

“don’t give me the DA talk, Y/N. Besides-” her friend’s smile only grew wider as he moved to whisper in her ear “are you sure you are not biased because of someone’s presence?”

“Enough. Both of you.” Hotch silenced them way more effectively by pulling off the car, showing his discomfort with the subject of the conversation. Of course he knew, he was a profiler for god’s sake. “We’re here.”

Three other cars were already parked nearby and the rest of the team were waiting Obviously, the crime scene was the open area and they were going to investigate and look for clues during a snowstorm, in the cold, and almost in the dark.

“Tell me again, whose idea was it to come here right away? There is no chance we are going to find anything.” Morgan almost rolled his eyes at the nonsense of the action.

“Not with that attitude, Morgan.” Hotch muttered growlingly, turning up the collar of his coat “You could have stayed at the precinct if you’re just going to complain.”

“Can I still get back there?”

“Guys! Come and see this!” the only excited person present, Spencer, called from the side of the trees, already invested in the searching, standing knee-deep in the snow inspecting something that might have been a trace as well as some irrelevant dust brought by the wind.

“What you got there, kiddo?” Morgan almost instantly moved toward the direction from with Spencer’s voice was coming. He was surprisingly protective of the young doctor. Added value, that he finally left Y/N and the BAU boss alone.

“Cold?” Hotch asked

“What? Cold? Me? No. Not really. Not at all.” She shivered from an icy gust of wind.

“You’re shaking.”

“Am I? Really? Didn’t notice.” sticking hands in her pockets did not bring the intended effect at all.

“Maybe you should be the one heading back instead of Morgan?”

“No way! It’s my job to-“

“You’re the DA. There’s no body here. You’re useless here.”

Oh. Oh damn, that hurt.

“Useless?” she frowned feeling her cheeks flustering from the sudden rush of emotions, unable to hide it “Well I;m pretty sure if you keep dragging your team through the frozen lake in search for clues we will have a corpse in no time.”

Hotch raised an eyebrow.

“Wonder who will be useless then.” She scoffed and walked past him to join the rest of the BAU. However, she didn’t get far when a sudden grip on her hand made her stop in her tracks.

“You’re wasting time.” Hotch pointed out roughly, pulling her along, sticking her gloveless hand in the pocket of his  coat, entwining their fingers, effectively hiding the fact from the view.

***

“What got into your head?” he was fuming an hour later, his fiery gaze focused on her shaking silhouette covered by the thickest blanket they could find at the provincial precinct, sitting next to the radiator with the steaming cup of chamomile tea in her hands. “If you were my subordinate-“

“Good thing I am not then, agent Hotchner.” She cut him off with a mocking, teasing look.“Proved my point. Both of them, actually.” Yes, jumping to save Spencer, who turned out to be an unfortunate person under whom the ice broke, may not have been rational, but it was certainly heroic. “we almost had another body. And hey, guess I am not useless after all.”

 “We’ll see. But I might see some potential to keep you around.” Maybe it was an optic illusion but it seemed like the left corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

“For work?” she smirked

“Yes.”

That piercing gaze were getting a little bit uncomfortable so just to cover for the additional shaking of her hands (not from the cold) she took a sip of her drink.

“L/N?”

“Hm?”

“You should use more hand cream. Your skin is scabrous.”

What the hell was he hinting at?!  

@somest1

[ken-dom]

3. Cold hands in warm hands

Lars (... or any of the Goose characters*swoons*) being warmed/warming up the reader after they have to be exposed to the cold.

Melts. My. Cold. Heart

Hand holding 3. cold hands in warm hands

Lars Lindstrom x gn!reader

∘₊✧ We have @heresthestorymorningglory to thank for clearing my head with this one. To quote her — ‘not to sound too much like Lars but…’ — and then she proceeded to resolve all my writers block 💕 sorry it took a while anon!

∘₊✧ Pure fluff! Please don’t take any advice from this about being cold or frostbite!!

∘₊✧────────────────✧₊∘

‘It’s better to warm yourself slowly. If you’re too quick you could go into shock,’ Lars said confidently. There was an air of concern that he tried to hide, but it showed in his eyes and it made your heart leap that he would worry about you.

You nodded dutifully, standing before him with hands frozen stiff, unused to the cold here and having spent too long outside without gloves, believing it wouldn’t bother you. Turned out it did bother you, quite a lot more than you’d realised it might.

So thank goodness you ran into Lars at the Lake. You trusted him with ease, never having doubted him a day since you first met.

‘It’s scientifically proven that…’

He trailed off, mumbling the last couple of words as though he regretted speaking at all.

You leant forward, waiting for whatever he was hesitating with, whatever could help you regain the feeling in your fingers and avoid frostbite.

‘Yeah, Lars?’ you prompted.

‘It’s nothing… uhm… here-’

He pulled off his gloves and immediately dropped to his knees, a dull almost silent thud in the snow, the pressure of his weight wetting his trousers on the surface of it without a care. He was entirely focussed on covering your hands with the gloves, forgetting himself along the way.

He was careful not to graze your bare skin with his as he slid them on, but when he stood, he took hold of your gloved hands and placed one on top of the other, sandwiched between his own, and rubbed slowly.

He was strong. You knew this, but now you could feel it, from the firm way he gripped your hands in his and the vigour with which he massages them, gentle and careful, but firm.

And his hands must be huge because yours feel tiny inside the gloves. The thought makes your cheeks burn.

‘It might take a while,’ he muttered, staring down at your hands. You could feel him trembling as he rubbed, now, too. ‘You’ll experience some pain, and some tingling most likely, before they’re warm enough to move your joints comfortably. That’s normal, though. Try not to worry, ok? You’ll be ok, I’ll make sure of it.’

‘Thank you,’ you breathed, voice shaky.

Lars’s head was dipped, but you could see the way his mustache moved and you knew he was smiling. He always liked to be useful.

‘Hey, Lars, what were you gonna say to me before?’

‘Hmm?’

‘Something that’s scientifically proven?’

‘Oh… well,’ he cleared his throat, ‘it’s scientifically proven that… in cases like this, skin to skin contact is technically more effective because it’ll warm you the fastest way while still being safe.’

‘Oh, ok.’

You know he couldn’t do that, that it would only cause him pain or in the very least, distress. He was already doing his very best to help you; you wouldn’t ask him to try.

‘I don’t mind giving it a go, if it’ll help you,’ he looked up at you from under those gorgeously long eyelashes, partly hopeful, partly scared.

‘I couldn’t ask that of you, Lars. Really. This is fine.’

‘It’s fine, but it’s not the most effective method and…’

He stopped rubbing your gloved hands, took a deep, steadying breath, straightened his shoulders, and looked you dead in the eyes as he gently pulled the gloves from your hands and let them fall to the ground.

Visibly trembling now, his hands moved tentatively toward yours.

‘Is this ok?’ he asked, eyes glittering with nervous energy.

‘Yes,’ you said simply. ‘As long as it’s ok for you.’

He nodded, chest heaving, his heavy breath creating a cloud in the frosty air between you.

And then his hands covered yours once again. This felt warmer, all encompassing… intimate. His hands covered yours completely, confining your theory that they must be big. It felt safe.

His breath hitched and you could have sworn a little whine escaped his throat.

Lars’s shoulders dropped and he began to rub with confidence again, warm palms sliding over the backs of yours hands, skin to skin.

‘Does that- f-feel… better?’

‘Yes, it feels good. You sure you’re ok?’

He felt a feint pain, burning somewhere in the background where your skin met his, but it was nothing compared to what he felt when he had touched, or been touched, by anyone else.

This was new. It was kind of nice. He never wanted to break apart.

He nodded, worried he might make an embarrassing sound if he tried to speak now.

‘The science was right,’ you huffed out a laugh, ‘it’s working. I feel so much better now, thank you Lars.’

He stopped rubbing, but he didn’t move away. He was frozen to the spot, hands clamped around yours.

‘Want to hold my hand and walk me home? Better make sure I’m not out here too long without protection against the cold again…’

Lars beamed at you. ‘Yes. Yes! Oh! Hold on…’

He let go and bent to pick up his discarded gloves from the fresh layer of snow.

‘Here — you wear one glove…’ he slipped a glove onto your right hand, ‘and I’ll wear the other,’ he slipped the other glove onto his left hand, ‘and we can hold hands with the other two to keep warm!’

You beamed back at him.

The fingers of his bare hand interlocked with yours so easily it felt like they were made to fit together. ‘It might be warmer if…’

‘Go on,’ you encouraged, squeezing his hand with yours.

He don’t answer but you saw the blush creeping over his cheeks. He guided your connected hands into the pocket of his coat.

‘There. Now let’s get you home.’

[sunshinehaze1]

consensus ad idem

Pairing: Nathan Landry x f!reader

Summary: When the forecast for a run-of-the-mill Chicago snowstorm changes and shuts down the entire city, you find yourself stuck in the State’s Attorney’s office overnight. Fortunately, you have plenty to keep you busy: prepping for your upcoming case and your colleague…Nathan Landry.

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MDNI. fingering, f!oral, spanking, playful biting, dry humping, unprotected PiV, creampie, reader has painted nails and toenails, a one finger pour of whiskey for each of you, necktie as a restraint, pet names: sweet thing, pretty girl & sweetheart. No use of Y/N.

a/n: This was written for @burntheedges Roll-a-Trope Challenge. I wanted to give Nathan Landry some love and received “Snowed-In” for the trope. I took a teeny bit of liberty with the trope, since we’re in Chicago…there is no isolated cabin.

Thank you to my sweet friend @80ssong for the beta! 😘

word count: 4,952

ao3 | ml

consensus ad idem [noun] - an agreement of parties to the same thing or a meeting of minds

“Well, folks, this morning, we expected a couple of inches of snow with this front. But, as it moved in and combined with the lake-effect snow from the north, we’ve seen it dump two feet of snow, combined with high winds. We can expect to see another foot before it moves out of the city.” You turn up the TV volume as the weatherman continues his update on the snowstorm you’ve been watching from your office window. It’s been coming down for the past few hours, and the snow looks heavy, with big fat flakes falling. The weatherman continues, “Roads are impassable, and it will be a while before the snow plows can begin clearing. Out of caution, the Chicago Transit Authority has ceased all operations. We’re in for a long night; it’s time to hunker down.”

Shit. You were planning a long night of case prep but didn’t anticipate getting stuck in the office when you left your condo this morning. You love snowstorms but prefer to enjoy them from the comfort of your home cozied up in your flannel PJs, a warm fire, and a glass of wine. Unfortunately or perhaps fortunately, you must ride out the storm here, in the State’s Attorney Office. You’ve been preparing for a case that heads to trial in two days with your fellow Assistant State’s Attorney, Nathan Landry. It’s crunch time.

You exit your office to find Nathan. As you reach the conference room with the door ajar, you notice files strewn across the table and spot Nathan behind a short stack of banker’s boxes, pouring over evidence. His jaw tensed in concentration. With a soft knock, you open the door further and question, “Have you heard the latest news on the storm?”

Your breath hitches when he looks up at you. God, he’s so beautiful—plush lips, sharp nose, warm brown eyes, a clean-shaven angled jawline that could cut glass. “No, I haven’t. I’ve been nose-deep looking over these case files.” He looks over his shoulder toward the window and has trouble seeing the building next door through the wall of white. “Oh, wow! It is coming down, huh?”

“Yeah, they said two feet have already fallen and to expect another foot before it’s over. They’ve shut down the train lines and buses. It looks like we’re stuck here for the night.”

Given the forecast this morning, you only left your house in a quilted down coat over a silk blouse, knee-length pencil skirt, tights, and heels. What a difference 12 hours can make. You were not making it back home in this, even walking. Nathan was equally unprepared for a storm dropping up to three feet of snow. Resigned that his late night would turn into an all-nighter, he sighed, “Yeah, it looks that way.”

Nervousness and excitement swirl in your stomach at the thought of a night with Nathan. You’ve harbored a crush on him but have been cautious about blurring the professional lines. No power dynamic is at play since you both are at the same level. He has some seniority, but only because he arrived at this office a year before you.

You feel your stomach grumble and look at the clock on the wall; it’s already 8:30. You realize you haven’t eaten anything since lunch since you were so distracted by work. Food delivery is out of the question, so it’s time to get creative. You ask Nathan if he has eaten anything. Only then does he realize how hungry he is.

“No, and I’m starving. It doesn’t look like we’ll have any luck ordering delivery in this mess.”

You nod. “In the mood for a little field trip?”

Nathan’s eyebrow quirks, “What did you have in mind?”

Heading out the door, you look over your shoulder, “Follow me.”

Nathan follows you out of the main office and into the quiet corridor of the justice building. He’s mesmerized by the cacophony of your heels clicking on the tile floor, echoing through the empty hall. It's so late that the cleaning staff has already left. They were fortunate enough to get home before the snow picked up. You’re a few steps ahead of Nathan, and he watches your hips sway, your ass shaped nicely in your tight pencil skirt. His eyes trail down to gaze admiringly at your legs. He isn’t sure how he’s managed to work with you the last few years, and things haven’t progressed beyond a professional relationship. You’re brilliant, witty, and gorgeous—a total package. He’s hesitated to cross any lines, but he has caught you staring at him a few times. You seem interested in him as more than a colleague. When you shared the storm update, he had to conceal his excitement that he’d be alone with you in the office for the night. He had to remind himself that the focus was the case, the clock was ticking, and he needed to find the “smoking gun” to secure a win.

You meander down a few more hallways until you finally reach your destination, “here we are!”

Metal coils hold colorful packages in place under fluorescent lighting behind plexiglass with a backlit alphanumeric keypad on the side. You both need to eat, so a makeshift dinner from the vending machines will have to suffice. Nathan stares at you, “The last time I had a dinner like this was when I would pull all-nighters, studying in the campus library.”

You chuckle and imagine a young Nathan Landry, wondering if he had always been this handsome or if he had an awkward phase like everyone else had to suffer through. Did he always have a nose in the book, or could he let loose and have fun? Hopefully, you’ll find out tonight. You each pick out a few of your favorite snacks and return to the office.

Nathan has an idea. “Glenn has a liquor cabinet in his office. Do you want something to drink?” he asks as you walk through the door to the office.

“Um, yeah! I’ll need something to wash down these chips.” You follow Nathan into Glenn’s office and look over your options. Nathan looks at you expectantly. “I’ll take a whiskey, neat!”

“A woman who knows how to take her whiskey.” Nathan grins, “I like that.”

You feel your face get warm at Nathan’s approval. He pours two glasses and hands you yours. “To all-nighters!” you cheer as you clink the glasses together.

Back in the conference room, the table is covered with snacks haphazardly. You munch on your chips as you read over the documents before you. You sneak glances while Nathan focuses on what’s in front of him, reading through the information thoroughly to avoid missing critical details. Sometimes, your glances linger for too long, admiring his forearms exposed by the rolled-up sleeves of his crisp white button-up. You try not to focus too long on the dip in his neck and the moles that dot along the top of his sternum, visible thanks to the unbuttoned top buttons and loosened necktie. His head subtly moves, and you turn away quickly before he looks up and catches you.

Nathan admires you from across the table, in awe of your focus and work ethic. You’ve spent a ton of time with him working on this case, burning the candle at both ends. But you’ve never let up, knowing how important it is for the office to win this case.

“I think I found something!” you swiftly push out of your chair and move to the other side of the table, throwing the highlighted document in front of Nathan.

You lean over the table and point to the information you found. Nathan admires your red lacquered nails and wonders if your toenails match. He inhales your scent, a floral, citrusy perfume, and feels his cock twitch. He tries to ignore it by shifting his attention to what you’re saying. You’re animated in your explanation, pointing out the different facts and how they connect the dots in the case, which could lead to the “smoking gun” you both have been after. While you’re speaking, his eyes drift down your neck to the collar of your blouse, giving him the slightest peek at your lacy red bra strap. Now he’s confident that your toenails are the same red as your nails. He lets out a quiet exhale. He realizes it wasn’t as quiet as he thought when your attention turns to him, your eyes piercing into his. Busted.

The conference room began to feel like a furnace with the intensity of your stares, completely contrasting with the bitter cold outside. Tension continues to build, and if this room was smaller, you imagine the condensation would be dripping down the windows, like the arousal dripping in your panties. You never thought the attraction you had toward Nathan was reciprocal. Reaching a fever pitch now, you lean in closer, taking a chance to see if this is real or just a dream. Without taking his eyes off you, Nathan licks his lips as he follows your lead and leans in. Your lips are almost touching when his eyes sweep down to your lips and back to your eyes, seeking permission to close the gap. Without hesitation, you grant it and seal your lips to his. It is intense as electricity courses through your veins. The swirl in your stomach builds as he gains entrance past your lips with his tongue. His hands move to pull you in closer, tenderly gripping your jaw, fingertips tangled in the hair at the base of your neck—an exchange of soft moans and grunts of approval bounce between you. Nathan sucks your bottom lip in between his, and you feel a soft bite to your lip, which shakes you out of your trance.

You straighten up, a light cough to clear your throat and the air. Your steps falter as you back away from Nathan. A mix of embarrassment, awkwardness, and arousal hangs in the air. Neither of you can make eye contact. After what feels like an eternity, but only a minute has passed, Nathan finally breaks the silence. “Umm, I’m not sure what came over me. I’m sorry about that. We should probably get back to the case.”

Sheepishly, you nod in agreement. “Yeah, you’re right. That was unprofessional.”

You return to your chair on the other side of the table. To avoid overthinking the situation, you focus on the file folders before you. Did he think it was a mistake? Was he ashamed? Is it going to always be awkward with him now? You realize your efforts are futile, and the room is beginning to feel too small, so you excuse yourself and tell Nathan you’ll be in the file room. You need to get out, overwhelmed with the need to breathe a different air. He looks at you remorsefully and nods.

Nathan watches as you exit the conference room. A wave of guilt rushes over him. He crossed a line with you, but he’s unsure how he can resolve this. He doesn’t know if you were uncomfortable. Did you regret the kiss? You both work well together, and he will regret it if this changes things between you. The internal debate on how he can fix this continues to wage war in his mind. He needs to concentrate on the case and steel himself with a renewed focus as he returns to his work.

—

Over the next half hour, he sorts through dozens of files, highlighting key details and noting dates and times of communications to create a timeline of events. He pulls another file out of the bankers box in front of him, flips the folder open, and there it is! Right there in the first paragraph is the evidence that connects all of the other pieces of the puzzle in this case. It’s the missing piece that will undoubtedly seal a win. Nathan cannot contain the smile on his face and looks up, excited to share the news with you, only to find your chair empty. He hadn’t realized you hadn’t returned from the file room. He quickly gets up and jogs down the hall to find you.

“I FOUND IT! We got them! This is it!”

You turn around when you hear Nathan’s voice echo through the empty office, stunned and confused. You can’t recall ever seeing this level of excitement from Nathan. He’s always composed and stoic, and his facial expressions are hard to read. His gait doesn’t slow down as he approaches you near the shelving unit, and you let out a surprised gasp when he wraps his arms around you, the file folder he’s gripping pressed against your back. Nathan awkwardly pulls away when he realizes he got carried away, creating another uncomfortable moment for you. Shaking his head in embarrassment, he apologizes. He clears his throat and opens the file to show you what he found, and your eyes widen.

“Holy shit, Nathan! You found it?!” you exclaim as you playfully smack his bicep.

He looks up at you and smiles. A rush of pride courses through him, and how you look at him is overwhelming. A surge of confidence takes over, and he pushes you up against the bookshelves, the file folder tossed to the floor, and brackets you between his strong arms, gripping the shelf. He presses his body against you and kisses you. This kiss is more urgent, more heated than the one in the conference room. It’s more assured. You respond with a whimper, which encourages Nathan to keep going. One of his hands moves down your body, caressing your neck. The tips of his fingers tease your collarbone underneath your blouse’s neckline, navigating down the side of your breast to your waist and down your hips to grip your ass. A moan exits your lips this time, your body overwhelmed by the feel of him so close to you. Nathan’s hand continues its exploration down your thigh, moving closer to the hem of your skirt until he finds it. He shifts his hand underneath, bunching up your skirt to your hips. Your tights are hindering his access to your core. On impulse, he rips them open at the crease where your thigh and hips meet. His lips consume your shocked yelp, having never left yours during his expedition. Pleased with your response, he resumes his journey, anxious to find what awaits him. When his fingers approach your panties, he notices the red lace. Of course, your panties would match your bra. You are driving him crazy with this matching lingerie set. He slides the gusset of your panties to the side, and his finger slides through your wet seam, trailing up to gently stroke your clit. Your head tilts back and hits the shelf behind you. But you’re so flooded with pleasure that you don’t even notice the slight pain. Nathan continues to tease your entrance until you beg, your pussy pulsating with need.

“Nathan, please, I need more.”

“Tell me what you need, sweet thing.”

You pant out, “Y-your fingers, Nathan…”

Before you can even finish your sentence, you feel his thick finger breach your entrance. He slides in easily through your drenched folds. With his index finger inside you, his thumb begins to circle your clit, alternating touches of light and hard pressure. A groan emits from you as his other hand tangles in the hair at the back of your head. He gently tugs your head back to give him better access to your neck. His lips leave a trail of soft kisses until they reach the sensitive area between your neck and shoulder. You yelp when you feel his teeth bare down with an intense but gentle pressure. His tongue lathes over the area to soothe the tiny indents he left on your skin. You release a contented sigh as his finger continues its endeavor inside your pussy. Bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“How’re you doing, pretty girl?”

“I…” you let out a gasp, “...one more…please?!” in a lustfilled plea.

“I’ve got you,” a light peck on your lips, “I’ll give you one more.” You nod your thanks.

When you feel his second finger enter you, the blissful stretch lifts you onto your tip toes. He reaches that spot, and you’re about to combust. You feel yourself plunge toward your release and let out a cry. Unable to hold back any longer. Inhibitions be damned.

Nathan pulls out his fingers from your warmth and laps up your juices. A smug smirk appears on his face. He smacks his lips and shakes his head in disbelief, “Absolutely, incredible.”

He leans forward and kisses you on your cheek as he lifts the hem of your skirt further up to your waist. You look at him questionably, “What are you doing?”

He winks at you as he slips his fingers into the waistband of your tights. Locked with your gaze, he pulls them down slowly, his fingers brushing down your thighs to your calves and relishing the feel of your soft skin. When he gets to your feet, he lifts one leg to remove the heel slowly and pulls the tights away from your foot, uncovering your toes. Mystery solved. Red. His head rolls back with a huff. “I fucking knew it!”

“You knew what?”

“That your toenails would match your fingernails.” he tuts.

You laugh with a wink, “Sure do! Need to coordinate with my bra and panties.”

Nathan groans while he removes your other heel and the rest of your tights. He makes his way back up your body, slowly kissing up your bare thighs, his lips making their way back to your center. He moves the gusset of your panties back into place and places a sweet kiss on your clothed mound. You whimper, unable to handle the overstimulation. He stands up and shifts the hem of your skirt down. Face to face again, you lean forward and kiss his nose, moving to kiss each cheek and place a chaste kiss on his lips. “Thank you, handsome. That was incredible…”

You grab the loose tie around his neck and gently pull him to follow, “...but we have to get back to work.”

—

An hour has passed since the file room, and you and Nathan have been constructing your opening argument in the conference room. You have a strong and easily winnable case with the newly discovered evidence, but that doesn’t hinder your drive to ensure it’s rock solid. You exchange glances and smiles while you work, but it doesn’t go further. It was a good idea to remain on opposite sides of the table. It was a deterrent, but it wouldn't be for much longer.

It was the final glance from Nathan that lingered a bit too long and led to lust-filled eyes that sauntered over to his side of the table. You kick your heels off and shimmy the hem of your skirt up to your waist. Hiking your legs over his lap, you straddle Nathan in his chair. Pressing your hands to his chest, you lean in for a kiss as you shift your hips further up his lap until you feel his semi-hard cock through the fabric. He moves his meaty palms to your ass and encourages you to move back and forth. You silence each other's moans, grunts, and whimpers through heated kissing. He rips open your blouse, buttons bouncing across the conference room table. When he sees your tits confined in red lace, a groan tumbles out of his mouth. He leans forward to suck on each of your nipples through the lace, and another moan escapes you. He takes a beat and pulls down the cups of your bra, palming your breasts appreciatively before taking a nipple in his mouth. The continued soft caress of the massage, combined with the rough bite of your nipples, sent your mind into a tailspin. You feel arousal pool again in your panties as you continue to grind over Nathan’s incredibly hard cock.

“Sweet thing..” he swiftly stands up while you’re still in his lap, and you fumble to your feet. He moves so quickly you’re barely able to process that he’s turned you around and bent you over the table. Your peaked nipples pressed against the cool wood table. He stares sinfully at your bare ass cheeks and gives them a swat with both palms. You squeal in delight and feel another rush of arousal in your panties. He kneels, your clothed cunt centimeters from his nose, inhales, and finishes his thought, “...I need to taste you again.”

You gasp when he pulls off your panties. Your wet pussy is staring back at Nathan. He lasciviously licks his lips, grabs hold of the front of your thighs, and slams his face into your pussy. Lapping up your juices, he flattens his tongue through your folds. He latches onto your nub and begins to suck. You let out a wail in ecstasy as he alternates between sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue, and you reach behind to grab the back of his head and push him closer to your center. He groans into your pussy, and a throbbing sensation courses through your veins. A second orgasm edges closer as he continues his pursuit, desperate for you to come another time for him. You feel the coil in your belly lengthen until it becomes too much and finally snaps. You cry out at your release, and Nathan laps it up, careful not to miss a drop. He stands up and leans over your body for a bruising kiss. Fully sated, you stare at him dreamily, “I need you inside me, Nathan…NOW!”

Nathan begins to loosen his belt as he stands upright. His hard cock has been straining against the fabric of his dress pants, and he’s desperate for relief. He unfastens his pants with one quick motion and pulls them down his thighs along with his boxer briefs. In his eagerness to get inside you, he doesn’t even bother to pull his pants down all the way, leaving only his ass cheeks exposed. He swipes his fingers through your folds and, with a few strokes of his cock covers it in your arousal. Nathan leans forward and whispers in your ear, “You ready, pretty girl?”

“YES! Fuck me, Nathan!”

He lines up at your entrance. Teasing your opening with the head of his cock. Not willing to waste a moment longer, he pushes his cock into you. You feel incredible, even better than his imagination. He finds a steady pace, savoring your warmth and softness, committing this moment to memory. His tie is still loose around his neck, and he pulls your arms behind your back and whips the tie through his shirt collar. He loosely ties a knot around your wrists and uses it as leverage to begin a faster, more unrelenting pace. His hips slap into your ass as he pounds into you. With your cheek pressed against the mahogany, your arousal grows and drips down your thighs. You’ve never felt so full. His cock reaching areas your dildo could only dream of.

Your pussy pulsates around him, and he revels in the feel of your tight wet walls as he spears in and out. A hand whizzes through the air, and its palm lands on your right cheek, causing you to jolt forward. He grabs the tie around your wrists and pulls you tighter to him to match his thrust.

He growls, “I’m going to think about you bent over this table, my cock deep inside your pussy…every time I’m in here for a depo.”

You whimper at his admission. His thrusts become more erratic, and you can sense he’s close. It’s killing you that you’re unable to reach your clit because your hands are literally, tied. Seeking that last touch you crave to push you over the precipice, you beg Nathan for relief.

“Nathan, please touch me…” you gasp out.

“Where do you need me, sweetheart?”

You gasp out between his thrusts, one word at a time, “On…my…clit.”

He reaches around your waist to find your bundle of nerves and provides just enough pressure. He whispers in your ear between thrusts, “Come on, pretty girl…let me have just one more. You can do it.” Between the ministrations of your clit and his encouragement, the dam finally breaks. A scream of pleasure escapes your lips as your body radiates through its release.

“That’s a good girl.” He pulls you up by your tied wrists, your back pressed against his chest, and plants a kiss on your cheek. “Now, where do you want me?” he whispers.

Breathless, you whimper, “Inside. I want you inside me.”

That’s all he needs to hear. His release begins to flood your walls as he pounds into you with his final thrusts. He lets loose a loud “FUCK!” before he collapses over you, laying soft kisses along your bare shoulder and cheek.

Quickened breaths slow to a regular tempo, and you feel Nathan shift to get up. He pulls out from you and smiles with pride as he watches his release drip out of you. He smacks your ass and grabs a handful of your cheek, and then bends over to bite the other one. A squeal of delight breaks out, and you watch Nathan pull up his pants without fastening them to walk out of the room toward the bathroom. You don’t dare move from where he left you, not confident you could stand without falling over.

He returns with a warm, damp cloth. Smiling at your blissed out form, he moves closer and gently runs the cloth through your sensitive folds, cleaning up his mess. You sigh happily as he lifts you and unties his necktie from your wrists. He turns you around to face him and pulls up the lace cups of your bra while you shimmy your skirt back down. When he grips the collar of your blouse to begin buttoning it back up, he chuckles and realizes he’s ruined your top. “Well, it looks like I owe you a new shirt.”

You look at him with an exaggerated pout and scoff, “Well, damn. I liked this one, too.”

He pats the side of your hip and inches closer. With hot breath against your ear, he whispers, “I’ll make it up to you.”

A shiver runs up your spine, thrilled to confirm this won’t just be a one time thing.

—

The low hum of the vacuum cleaner outside the door wakes you up. You find yourself between the back of the couch and Nathan and smile at how safe you feel in his arms. You’re not surprised you don’t recall relocating to his office from the conference room, with how fucked out you were last night. It’s time to get up and fast before anyone catches you two in this compromising position. You shove Nathan awake and tell him he needs to get dressed. He groggily gets off of the couch and helps you up. Grunts and “ows” are exchanged as you feel the consequences of falling asleep in an unnatural, cramped position.

You sneak out of his office to grab a change of clothes from yours. When you return, clothes in hand, you quickly shut the door behind you. Hoping no one saw you. You change your clothes under Nathan’s admiring eye, watching you undress and taking in your soft form highlighted in red lace. He lets out a low whistle and smiles when you blush.

Both of you are now freshly dressed. He approaches and rests his hands on the side of your arms. “How are you feeling?”

Your cheeks bloom as a smile appears, “I feel great, aside from the crick in my neck. You?”

“Same,” he responds with a smile so wide his eyes disappear. “Listen, would you want to get breakfast and talk?” he asks.

“Yes, I’d love to. We’ve got a couple of hours before we need to be in court.”

He smiles and leans forward to kiss your forehead. Nathan is thankful he’ll have an opportunity to talk with you about the future of this now unprofessional relationship. You grab your coats, and he holds the door open for you, gently pushing you forward with his hand on the small of your back, his pinky finger touching the top of your ass. When you both see Glenn coming down the main hallway, he quickly pulls his arm away. You look at him, a silent agreement to keep this budding relationship under wraps for now.

Glenn greets you both, “Did you both get stuck in here all night with that storm?” You nod in unison.

Glenn chuffs, “Well, I hope you spent the time wisely and got a lot done.”

You must consciously avoid Nathan’s gaze when you reply, “We sure did! We have something to show you when we get back from breakfast. After surviving on the vending machine snacks last night, we're ready for a substantial meal.”

With that, you and Nathan retreat down the hall and out of the building onto the bustling sidewalk. As soon as the glass doors close, you both burst into laughter. Once you’ve both caught your breath and composure, you walk side by side toward your favorite diner in the city. Steps in stride, you feel Nathan’s fingertips brush against you before he slides his fingers between yours. He looks over to see a smile creeping over your face, and his heart skips a beat at how happy you look, knowing he’s the one who put it there.

Thank you for reading! I'd love to know what you think. Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. 🫶🏻

[marvelmusing]

Keep Your Judgement

Chapter Six

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: Claiming the fox as your amplifier has an unexpected side effect, but you soon gain the confidence to attempt the merge of your forms.

Warnings: mentions of canon level violence.

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I think such a creature would be well suited to you. The General’s words play on a loop in your mind as you press the fox’s claw onto your hand. Shakily, you manage to join it to your skin, becoming a part of you.

Like calls to like.

It has been quite some time since I last met someone whose ambition rivals my own.

Out of one trap into another.

In such a dazed state, you hadn’t noticed the moment your thoughts were no longer alone. Vivid red fur flashes through your mind as memories not your own fill your head.

Grass fields. Drinking from small springs and quiet lakes. Hunters and traps. Cold winters. Pawprints in the snow. Summer fires. Underground burrows. Hiding and surviving. Shaded woodland. Shimmering sunlight.

Somehow, you can feel the fox nosing curiously against your thoughts. He rifles through your own memories, and you stiffen at feeling of being so exposed, silky fur slipping easily through the events of your life despite the sharp thorns surrounding them.

In an attempt at distracting yourself from the fox’s exploration, you unclasp your cloak and bundle the fox’s limp body up into the fabric. The thought of leaving him here doesn’t sit well with you, and as soon as that thought crosses your mind you can feel his appreciation.  

The fox’s natural instincts and your own cautious nature work together rather disjointedly as you reach the edge of the cave.

Reaching for your power is instantaneous, with your new amplifier you don’t need to clasp your hands together as you search the surrounding area for any guns or swords.

Nothing.

Inside your mind, the fox tilts his head rather pointedly. He knows the hunters have already moved on, but despite his confidence you had felt the need to check for yourself.

The bundle of your cloak and the fox’s body is heavy as you trek back towards the Sanctuary. While you walk, the fox weaves rather happily between your thoughts and memories, accustoming himself to the space. He appears to be accepting this much better than you are.

None of the books you had read prepared you for this. The bond between amplifier and amplified was severely unresearched – most likely because the otkazat’sya feared anything that might give a Grisha more power.

The fox makes a small noise of agreement in regard to your thoughts, startling you slightly. He seems apologetic and retreats quietly into the recess of your mind.   

Had you done something wrong? Was this supposed to happen? There aren’t many Grisha at the Sanctuary with amplifiers, and none you would trust enough to ask about this. Casting your mind back, you try to remember when Ivan gained his amplifier and whether he had mentioned any sort of mental link with the bear he killed.

The fox seems mildly interested as you retreat into the safety of the Sanctuary. Late afternoon sunlight filters through the dirty windows and the thin white curtains as you make your way through the hallways.

Feet moving without any prior thought, you move towards the General’s wing. The fox’s body would need to be dealt with, you couldn’t abandon it, but the thought of leaving it in your rooms unsettled you.

A familiar figure appears at the end of the corridor and your steps slow as he approaches.

At the sight of the General, the fox inside you perks up, lifting his head from where he’s been buried comfortably in your subconscious. He nudges at your thoughts as the two of you stop in front of one another.

Too distracted by the fox’s reaction, you don’t respond when the General greets you. At the sight of his frown, you lift your hand to show him your amplifier with a small smile.

“You found it,” he says quietly. You nod.

Carefully, he curls his fingers around your wrist, tilting your hand so that he can examine the fox claw in the light.

The feeling of his amplification isn’t foreign to you, but with the power of the fox already settling into your bones his power feels stronger than before. There’s another feeling, something you sense in the air whenever his nichevo’ya are created. Merzost. 

Inside your mind, the fox skitters about, clawing at your thoughts to gain your attention which you ignore in an attempt to figure out where the most merzost is inside him.

In response, the fox takes a clump of your memories between his teeth, shaking them like a ragdoll, and all your thoughts and feelings regarding the General spill out over your mind.

Silly little daydreams. That warm feeling in your chest whenever he says your name. How charming he looks when he smiles. The flush that rushes over your cheeks when he compliments your work.

As you try to remain focused on the man in front of you, the fox noses his way through your mind.

The fox perks up as he nudges at your memory of the gardens – when the General had sat beside you on the cold stone wall. The conversation you had echoes in your mind.

You wouldn’t have looked twice at me, back at the Little Palace.

Perhaps. But I’m looking at you now.

Put that down, you tell the fox.

The General says your name worriedly, his head tilted aside as his eyes flicker over your features, and you realise he must have already repeated your name – perhaps several times.

“How are you feeling?”

He speaks slowly, assessing your expression cautiously as you mentally attempt to clean up the mess the fox has made of your thoughts.

“Normal,” you answer quickly. He raises a brow at you. “I mean, I feel stronger. The amplifier has definitely responded positively.”

“And your theory?”

There is certainly a connection between you and the fox, but you have no idea whether you will be able to change form or if the fox has taken a permanent residence in your mind.

“Still undetermined.”

He nods slowly.

His gaze falls down to the large bundle in your other hand and you look down, gesturing slightly towards it.

“I didn’t want to leave him there.”

“I can see to this, if you would like?” he offers. The General moves slowly, reaching towards where your fingers are curled tightly into the fabric of your cloak.

Hesitating, you wait for the fox’s reaction though he appears to approve of the General, curling up amongst your thoughts of him. Glossy red fur strokes against your memories of dark eyes and a black kefta as the fox settles comfortably there.

You nod.

“Thank you.”

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Fedoyr sweeps you up into a hug when you give him the news.

Plenty of the other Grisha are eager to see your amplifier and hear about the fox.

At the Little Palace, there was always a celebration whenever a Grisha gained an amplifier. With the current state of Ravka and the Grisha, you don’t expect any sort of spectacle for you today.

As the cooks dish out the evening meal, a small smile tugs at your lips. It isn’t much better than what is usually served here at the Sanctuary, but there’s an extra portion of bread for everyone and some vanilla cake which is a rare treat.

The thought of the General asking for something special for dinner tonight, even when he doesn’t dine with the rest of the Grisha, makes you feel even more pleased by your accomplishment.

As you tuck into your dinner, the fox is very pleased by the concept of a hot meal served on a plate.

On a typical evening, you would continue your work until the moon is high, but tonight you’re exhausted. Collapsing into bed, you fall asleep within minutes, the fox curled up peacefully in the back of your mind.

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Paws scamper over hard ground as you weave amongst the carts and carriages parked along the street. At the sound of boots thudding rapidly, you tuck yourself under a cart, pressing your body low to the ground. A fox. You’re a fox. And someone has been chasing you.

Leather scuffs against stone and you look up sharply. A young boy stares at you, dark eyes observing you with an intensity that feels familiar, though you don’t recognise him.

The sound of a man’s voice has your heart racing with fear.

“You, boy. Which way did the fox go?” Dark eyes remain locked on yours and each beat of your heart echoes in your ears. “Boy?”

“I didn’t see a fox,” the boy with dark hair says.  

The man steps closer and you edge backwards. He isn’t alone. If you retreat too far, the other men hunting you will see the glimmer of your fur hiding beneath the cart.

“You sure about that? We saw it run this way.”

A woman appears from a nearby alleyway, her shadow inching towards the boy as she steps closer.

“I saw the fox only moments ago, passing by the butcher’s. No doubt it is hiding somewhere in the town centre.”

The man nods, turning towards the small crowd that had followed him.

“Keep your eyes sharp, men. It’s here somewhere.”

Tucking yourself beside the tall wheel of the cart, you watch the man walk away and the mother and son duck into the alleyway. She drags the boy by his wrist, and you follow them quietly, hiding in the shadows of the alley as they hurry.

“Mother. Why did you help them?”

“Stupid boy. If they do not find the fox they will seek out another amplifier. Surely you realise the danger of that for us. We must leave this place.”

“Again?”

“Yes again.”

There’s reluctance in the boy’s eyes but he nods in resignation.

Waking suddenly, you sit up in bed, moonlight illuminating your room. The fox is awake too, nudging at your thoughts as you ponder over the dream you have just awoken from.

“That’s what you were trying to tell me earlier,” you whisper quietly, speaking aloud to the creature in your mind. “You recognised the General.”

The boy in your dream had been him, you know it, which you assume means that the woman with him was Baghra. From the age of them both, the memory must have been from long ago. But the fox still remembers him.

The General had been the one to tell you that the fox lived nearby and now you know that the two of them had met, even if it had been only momentarily.

Destiny has never been a concept you’ve fully believed in, but perhaps you and the fox were meant to be one. Like calls to like after all.

Grisha theorists describe the process of claiming an amplifier as an exchange. The days you had spent with the fox had shown you his world of fields and woodland, and now you had showed him yours.

The fox understands living on the outskirts of the world, the Sanctuary isn’t unlike a burrow – a safe space carved out that can soon be reduced to a hole in the ground if someone is waiting at the entrance with a trap.

With that thought, you stand and dress quietly. Plucking up your spare cloak, you wrap it around your shoulders and head towards the door.

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[ladydaybreaker]

Nations of "Of Nightshade and Woodsmoke"

So someone asked about the nations of this little au...so Imma do that to take my mind off of...everything...right now.

The nations' names are Aenea, Cyrius, Kyeva, Theialos, Kemetah, and Elios.

Aenea is an "everywhere and nowhere" based country though I took a heavy influence from Ireland and the heavily wooded lands of the US. It's mostly forests and lakes, with a port on the coast which made it valuable. It's people are tall, graceful…almost ethereal when they're fully grown. Their ears are slightly curved and their eyes reflect light. Their hair is more like feathers and shimmers with incandescent light under moon and star. They are incredibly light on their feet with quiet treads and very rarely take damage from a fall (always landed on their feet). They are "Beloved by the Night", so a lot of nocturnal creatures went into how I made them…cats, bats, owls etc. They have an accent that is almost breathy and low…but it sounds like it's from everywhere and nowhere. Because of their quiet tread and keen eyesight/hearing and ability to land catlike from long falls...they are often thought to be thieves. Uzi is from here.

Cyrius is more based on the Midwest/Plains States/Northwest US. Pine forests and rolling plains, the wildlife here is numerous and rather large. The people have many colors in regards to skin and hair…though they're all curly/wavy. Their eyes are shades of amber/orange/brown and very rarely husky blue. Some have patterns that look more like stripes or scales on their skin. Some have horns of crystal. Some have claws of the same. Their teeth are sharper than most and their fingernails and hair grow incredibly quickly. They are incredibly warlike and good horsemen/women. Their "tithe" to the empire isn't with courtesans…it's warriors. And it's every year they're taken (lot of rebellion here). Emmett is from here, and he was 10 when he was taken to Elios.

Kyeva is Scandanavia/Russia based. Thick pine forests frosted with snow, planes of ice and towers of glaciers on the northern sea, mountains cold and bitter as the people themselves. The people here are tall, well built with hair shades from black to deep indigo but frosted with white at the bottom and is ALWAYS straight as icecicles. Their skin is almost always snow-paper white and has thousands of tiny crystals frosted over it that cause a wavering effect (snow blindness). Their eyes are probably the most striking...shades of slate blue/grey that has bright silver/white "cracks" and/or a snowflake in the iris. The latter is as if the pupil is the snowflake's heart. They are known for being extremely hardy and tough people with an affinity for the cold...they do not do well in warmer climates or with fire. They are often employed as miners, warriors, or guides in the snowy north. Doll is from here.

Theialos is Greek/Mediterranian based. Rolling hills of olive and laurel trees on a coast of white beaches and azure-turquois waters with mountains to the east. The people there are...well...imagine a greek statue. Beautiful and chiseled as if from marble...though they tend to be more golden tan as if spending all their life in the sun. They have eyes as bright and colorful as gemstones. They also have what is called a "birthstone" somewhere on their body. A beautiful gem that grows with them and is surrounded by a gold 'mount'. These are incredibly sensitive and can be used against the Theialosian for good (intimacy or stress relief) or evil (torture). Their people are incredibly charismatic and their most notable trait is the ability to know when someone is lying to them...or convince them to do what they want. They are heavily employed as Assassins. Thad and Lizzy are from here.

Kemetah is Egyptian/Mediterranian in feel as well. It's the sister nation to Theialos and is on the other side of the mountain border, a great river and oasises dot the shimmering sands full of ground up gemstones that seem to blaze with the setting sun amidst many spires of crystal. The people here are olive skinned...with gemstones that range from apple seed sized to quarter sized dotting their skin in beautiful patterns that strangely enough seem to keep them cool. Their hair colors are also very bright and jewel-like. Gemstones, dyes and salt are their exports. They do not do well in the dark as they claim to hear 'whispers' and begin to experience panic attacks if left in a dark room too long. They are natural dancers and singers. Rebecca and Darren are from here.

Elios is based heavily over Great Britain and it's lands it used to rule over. Split into three regions: Northern, Central, and Southern. Northern Elios is more based on Ireland/Scotland as it shares a border with Northern Aenea (Sam is from here!). Central Elios was based more on England and it's lower born citizens have more of a cockney-ish accent (J is from Central Elios). Southen Elios is where the capital lies, bordering southern Aenea and Theialos (western and eastern respectively) and has more of an Australian accent sounding people (Tessa and V are from here). They have eyes that seem to blaze and flicker like flames in the sunlight with freckles of molten gold on their bodies. They are more attuned with fire and are unlikely to be burned in the event of one. Iron, Steel, and glass are their exports. They are the main ruling faction and have conquered all the above nations in various wars.

To the south of Elios and Kemetah are jungles which have not been conquered (though the Eliosian Empire is working on that.) The east of Kemetah is steppes and badlands that have been blasted by some ancient war with the gods and man that no man can live in. To the west of Aenea is ocean and to the north of Kyeva is nothing but winter wasteland. It is unknown if there is more beyond these.

[marvelsfavoriteuncle]

Jarvis tapes on Jason’s life (or at least what the footage tells you) 🎞️

Jason Grayson Underwood was born at twelve-oh-one a.m., April 20th, 1922

at Children's Hospital, San Francisco,

the second child of Fran and Jonathan Underwood. His sister Dolores Marie Underwood only be 5 years old.

On the 16th of June in 1929, Mr & Mrs. Underwood would divorce taking both children their separate ways.

~~~~

August 30th 1943, Howard Stark and his sister Elizabeth Stark would come into the picture, change his life forever.

Meeting both of them during the war, alongside Agent Margaret ‘Peggy’ Carter. Who would later on become his sister in more ways than one.

Eighty-seven days later Jason met James Bucky Barnes and The Howling Commanders, crossing paths on the battle field with Captain America.

~~~~

After the war ended, Jason Underwood went on to work for the SSR. He had the opportunity to work selling watches in Texas and New York, but went on to become an associate of the organization.

Which is where he met Agent Jack Thompson, Daniel Sousa and plenty of others.

However he had another job underneath his belt as him, Edwin Jarvis and Agent Carter were given a job to locate Howard Stark’s stolen items while he hide away.

The whole time, half of the country was after him.

That’s when he would met his sister once again, Dottie Underwood, A Black Widow. As she worked with an scientist and Soviet spies to frame Stark’s items as dangerous as they seemed.

It was complicated.

He was not pleased and made sure his sister was behind bar for her crimes, with working for the wrong side. But she did not care, she never did.

He shot the scientist and spies with the help of the SSR who realized who was responsible for all of this.

They freed Howard and his sister from all charges. Jack Thompson became Chief Executive Officer in New York City.

But they all know Peggy Carter deserves all the credit for the job.

Daniel Sosua was promoted to Chief in California.

~~~~~

In 1947 New York City, Chief Jack Thompson and Agent Peggy Carter of the Strategic Scientific Reserve (SSR) apprehend Soviet spy Dottie Underwood.

Newly appointed Chief Daniel Sousa of the Los Angeles SSR office meets with Detective Andrew Henry, who has discovered a woman's body in a frozen lake during a heat wave.

That’s when Jason Underwood was called from his newly acquired home in Los Angeles for the job, requesting Agent Carter to sign onto the job.

Howard and his Elizabeth Stark were living in Los Angeles as well, making films and creating new inventions for their company.

~~~~

Ten weeks after filming a new movie Howard was creating and working on the case, Jason was driving north one night to his shared studio beach cottage when something highly unusual occurred, something almost magical...

Snow fell in Los Angeles, California. Heavy winds and hail stormed all into one. The car swing over the slippery slope of the bridge as he drove onto the main water, as he tried to pull up.

But failed to get the brakes to work.

The immersion in the frigid water caused Jason's body to go into an anoxic reflex, instantly stopping his breathing and slowing his heartbeat.

Within 2 minutes, Jason Underwood's core temperature had dropped to 87 degrees...

his heart stopped beating.

He was silent underneath the table of water for 7 minutes.

At 11: 55 a bolt of lightning struck the vehicle discharging half a billion volts of electricity and producing 60,000 amperes of current.

Its effect was threefold.

First, the charge defibrillated Jason Undwood's heart.

Second,

He was jolted out of his anoxic state causing him to draw his first breath in 3 minutes.

Third, based on Von Lehman's principle of electron compression in deoxyribonucleic acid, which will be discovered in the year two thousand thirty-five, Jason Underwood will henceforth be immune to the ravages of time...

he will never age another day.

~~~~~

Of course, he didn’t know that would be a harsh yet effective condition until later.

Wrapped in a cold sweat, dizziness and fatigue were the consequences of the accident.

He was in bed for a few days at the house or made to be sat down, as a nurse took his temperature while he helped study the case.

A field of zero matter and Whitney Frost, 2 times Oscar nominee who was a scientist at heart, was behind it. They hoped it wouldn’t be the rest of mission and the caseload conditions that harmed them.

But faith had other plans.

Peggy took the rest, after her painful defeat of almost being impaled by the help,to call Jason’s sister Dottie for undercover work.

It wasn’t the best thing, but worked like a charm. Dottie left getting her cut of the money and ran.

Soon enough, Jason, Peggy and others were up for the challenge to help finish the race in their job. It was a long and difficult process for the entire team but they made it work.

Zero matter was seemingly gone. Whitney Frost was put in prison.

~~~

Weeks went by.

He studied long and hard for weeks, working with Howard, Peggy, Dr. Wilkie Jones and Ana Jarvis on cases. Figure out the answer to the questions they had from their previous research on the mission.

And the effects left behind.

Jason found nothing on his plate of studies onto what happened to him, as the years went by he noticed his friends slowly turning around with age, as he stayed the same.

It wasn’t zero matter or the previous time on trips that harmed him.

It was something else.

Some would see it differently, thinking it as a blessing that he stopped aging, others might’ve called it a curse.

It just depends on who you were talking to.

For Jason, he made the blonde sick to his stomach and want to hide behind closed doors.

As the years passed, Jason credited her unchanging appearance to a combination of a healthy diet, exercise, heredity, and good luck.

He would travel around, change his name and mind. Leave for a couple of weeks every new decade.

It was all to prevent confusion, controversy and added pressure from anyone who might’ve wanted to sent him to a lab to be tested for his status. 

To protect himself and his loved ones…

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first time doing this so yeah

sort of snowy vibe where reader manages to defend himself and kill a bear but not without getting injured

joel's out there for whatever reason you like and sees the whole thing, basically feels obligated to help this random stranger because it wouldn't sight right with him to leave them bleeding out in the snow? he like patches the wounds n stuff

loved the secret admirer one and i saw the post so i thought id give this a go! sorry if its weird

Heal My Wounds, Heal My Heart

Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Word Count:2.6k

Tags: Comfort, Injury, Blood, Soft!Joel, Nightmares, mention of alcohol, mention of death

A/N: Not weird at all Anonymous, thanks for the request! I actually learned more about bear behavior writing this funny enough. Glad you liked one of my previous fic, hope you take a liking to this one. Enjoy!

Shots rang out between your heavy grunts and the growls of the rageful mammal. You had stepped into its territory, not purposefully and completely unbeknownst to you. You were just trying to get by, just trying to find a safe place to rest before dark. Everything was peaceful up till that point until you were faced with a bear, a fairly aggressive one that charged at you. 

Seeing it afar, you were obligated to turn around and leave its sight. The moment it saw you, it was instantly startled by your presence, halting its interest in catching any food near the lake and standing on its hind legs.

It was likely scared, as the bear itself wasn’t very large, likely still in its earlier years. Maybe the young mammal was just gonna watch as you walked back into the woods, but no. It charged at you, either threatened by you or perhaps desperate for any source of meat. 

Intentions didn’t matter, the animal was charging you down and you took shots at it. They weren’t as effective as you thought, the small bullets looked as if they barely fazed it. What didn’t help was your shaking hands, after running out of bullets, you needed to reload. You groan, making a split second decision to just run. Fighting a bear head on, would make for a cool story if the odds weren’t stacked in your favor. Not to mention you needed to actually survive the encounter to tell the tale, which wouldn’t be likely if you tried being a badass. 

Your steps clashed with the snow below, attempting to run as fast as you could. The snow wasn’t deep, rather thin enough to see the grass still sticking out. Running proved to be effective, adrenaline kicking into high gear. You didn’t know how long you ran, just focusing on finding any way to ensure safety. In the back of your head, you knew it was just something to give you comfort in this hopeless situation, nothing was gonna save you from this other than your own wit or luck. 

Unfortunately your tactic wasn’t good enough cause you felt a sharp pair of claws strike your back. You scream out, falling into the harsh ground with a thud, the blades of the greenery engulfed your face. 

With your face in the ground, you knew this was it. Your end wasn’t going to be by a clicker, a horde or even a person; but an animal, definitely not something you expected would come to be. 

You groaned into the soil, anticipating its sharp teeth to sink in your skin. Even with the layer of clothes you had on, you were sure the bear would have no problem getting through. 

Everything felt like it was going in slow-motion, preparing for your last moments to be filled with growls from the beast. What came instead, was a gunshot. It sounded heavy, causing the bear to growl once more, turning its attention away from you. The heavy bullet pegged its neck before another hit its skull as it tried running. The mammal went down, collapsing a couple of feet away from your legs. 

Hearing nothing, other than your own quick breaths, had a sense of relief washing over you. You were saved from being mauled. But by who? The question repeats in your head becoming a lot more unsettling when realizing it was a person; a total stranger. Your condition only made you fearful as you pushed yourself onto your elbows. Looking up, you glance in the direction of the ever growing footsteps. A man, dressed in a thick brown coat, walked over to you with his weapon in hand. He stopped just beside you, making it hard to see his face. 

You mumble, “Help…please…”, seeing if the man was dangerous or not. Chances were he’d just put you out of your misery, after seeing what had transpired.  

He didn’t, the man pulls the strap of his weapon over his shoulder, and kneels down to you. The man looks you over, seeing the dark red slashes across your coated back. 

“Damn”, he murmured observing the long trail that went down your back. The beast got you good. He leans his hand into your shoulder, “Can you walk?”

“I think, yeah.” 

There was some doubt in your voice, but at least you were cohesive. The man would’ve taken any answer that implied you could function. “C’mon, you're not safe out here.” 

The man pulled you up until you were on your knees. He then gets in front of you, getting his hands under your arms, and yanking you to your feet. The whole process had you wincing. 

Finally standing you started to feel light-headed. You lean into the man, accidentally, feeling your balance becoming unsteady. You grapple onto his bicep to keep from falling. In turn the man grabs your sides, “Easy.”

It was difficult, with your head feeling like it was going to implode. The man then let out a whistle. You assumed it was for his horse, cause there was no way he was out walking aimlessly like you were. This man looked like he had himself situated compared to you. 

You waited, both hearing the sounds of the horses' hooves growing closer; along with a neigh. 

You looked back at the deceased bear, and then turned back to the man, who continued to hold you upright, “Thank you”. 

He nods. Although his face was mostly stone cold, there was a glint of concern behind his eyes. 

The horse had slowed its pace just outside the two’s reach. The man carefully walked you over, allowing you to lean your head into his shoulder. Strangely he didn’t seem to mind at all. He lets you take a second to put your weight into the horse, breathing out you try hoisting yourself up, failing with the pain. He had to help you onto the horse, before he himself got up into the front. 

Grabbing the reins, he looks over his shoulder, “Hold on, gonna be awhile.”

You do just that, wrapping your arms around his waist. He was off, taking you somewhere you weren’t sure of. Regardless of where, you were sure he had no bad intentions.

“What’s your name”, you asked.

He hesitates and doesn’t answer right away. You thought he might not have heard you, but he does indeed reply, “Joel.”

From there on you two remained silent throughout the ride, say for the occasional grunts that slipped out of you. You squeezed the man each time the sharpness increases, randomly. It made the ride agonizing to sit through, making the journey feel much longer.

The horse came to a slow stop near a small cabin. You don’t know where you were anymore, you’d had your eyes closed for most of the ride, and your mind was too focused on the pain. 

The man, Joel, got off the horse, helping you down and taking you into the house. He set you down onto the couch, careful not to touch your back. He steps away, removing both his jacket and going over to retrieve some supplies. 

Sitting on the couch you couldn’t help leaning forward as just across from you was a fire, a small one within the fireplace, it was enough heat to keep you from shivering.

Joel had returned with a bucket in hand, along with what looked to be a first aid kit. He sets the supplies down on the table just in front of the couch. "Arms up," he says.

You really didn't want to, but at the same time, you needed something to ease the pain. You lifted them up, gritting your teeth harshly. Joel had helped remove all your layers until you were completely shirtless. It felt strange being this exposed to someone you just met not even an hour ago.

His eyes lingered on you for a bit, observing features of you that weren't even freshly injured, He was supposed to be telling you to turn around, but it looked like he might've got distracted.

You reminded him of what he was about to do, by putting your back to him hoisting your one leg onto the couch while the other is placed on the floor. "How bad does it look?"

Your question got him back on track, causing him to furrow his brows at the sight. His hesitation to say was probably more telling than a response. The scratches were rather dark now, beginning to swell in some areas with strains of blood leaking down. "Pretty bad," he says, grabbing the rag from inside the bucket of water, "It looks like it might be getting infected."

"Oh great..." you comment, hearing the man squeeze the rag drag dry. His weight hit the couch behind you, causing you to shift while he scoots closer to you.

"Ready?"

You hummed, straightening up your posture. He didn't even give you another second after responding to prepare, the cold rag ran up one of the sharp trails, getting you to yelp. “Damn,” you whined, your fingers digging into the cushion.

“Thought you were ready,” the man says wiping away at all the red.

“And I’d thought you’d be more gentle.”

This got Joel to huff, amused by your retort. He ran another stroke across the next scratch. “Seems gentle ain’ suit you.” He noticed the other scars along your body, some overlapping the others. What stories were behind those, he wondered.

You raised your brow, gritting your teeth, “Why you say that?”.

He wanted to point out the old scars but refused, and that case he’d have to admit he was looking you over, “Not often you come across someone who travels alone. Usually people stick to groups. Seems odd you ain’ in one.”

“I get that a-lot, everybody I've run into thinks I'm a distraction. They believe I'm bait for a group, and that they'll jump out and kill them."

Joel knew that mentality well, after all he’s been on both sides of said scenario. It was haunting how many people he killed during those days, at least he now had a keen eye for when something like that was about to go down.

He hums. After rubbing off all the blood, he reaches over to the table again, pulling out a second rag, the used rag gets dumped into the bucket to rinse. Joel also opens up the first aid kit, pulling out a tiny container of alcohol. "I don't get that impression from you," the man assumes, poring a small bit of the liquor into the cloth.

"Really," you piped up carefully looking over your shoulder.

The man glares back at you. "Yeah, really."

The corner of your lips rose, at last someone wasn't accusing you of being a raider. From his relaxed voice, there wasn't much evidence to assume he was lying. The fact that he even thought about helping you should've been enough to disprove any suspicion. Although, saying your thoughts out loud would make you a hypocrite.

You couldn't trust everybody of course, but assuming everyone was untrustworthy wouldn't be of much advantage to you.

Joel finished patching you up, through applying alcohol, adding a couple of stitches, and bandaging the long scrapes; you could finally just relax. He had told you, you could stay and even offering to make a bed out of a couple of blankets. You thanked him and preferred to stay rested on the sofa where you had dosed off not long after.

You shook through the night, jerking and twitching each time you felt the cutting sensation run up your back. It made sleeping impossible, and the moment you did fall asleep, a nightmare was awaiting you inside your unconscious state. You dreamed of its claws, the jagged teeth, the crushing weight above you; playing the outcome of it tearing into you.

It felt real, too concrete, you could've swore the dream was reality, and you being saved was an outcome you made up in your head within the few seconds you had left to live.

You awoke to a slight brush run against your arm. You were still half seated in the sofa, only now leaning into the back cushion with one shoulder. You nearly jumped up at the sudden touch, thinking again you were still in the horrid dream. You couldn't be more relieved to see that it was just Joel, his figure looming in front of you.

"Hey," his voice comes out as a whisper.

For the first time you took a liking to the man's accent, the tenderness behind his vocals might just be the cure for your night terrors.

He continued to speak, "I heard you from the other room, sounded like a hustle out here," he explains, referring to your occasional grunts that rang out across the living room.

You realized what he was talking about, you flutter your eyes shut in humiliation, "Sorry," was all you could say. You felt obligated to explain yourself, to give him a good reason why you were causing a commotion. "Was having a bad dream. I'll try keeping it down, I-". It felt like a poor excuse but it was genuinely all you had to offer. Joel was understanding to your surprise.

"It's quite alright, I get those myself,” his face turning to a frown as he explained, with his thump stroking in rhythm on your skin.

The embarrassment, subsides, feeling a small connection with Joel. You didn’t expect someone, as gruff as he was to be disturbed by anything, let alone a passing dream. It didn’t make you doubt that his dreams were way worse then yours.

The older man breathes out, letting his hand slide off of your shoulder. No please, you thought, desiring his hands against your skin.

He opened his mouth, about to speak, but you grabbing his wrist cut him off. Both of you looked shocked, you more than him at your reflexes. You completely ignored the pain surging through your flesh, completely caught in a trans.

Your gazes tangled together, making your face feel flush. You look away and guide his hand towards your skin. His hands, massive in your grasp, fell once more into its previous position. Feelings of calmness and delight filled you again; just a strong as before.

It registers in Joel's mind, seeing how you reacted to him releasing his touch and the way your body relaxed reliving his warmth, that you enjoy it.

He decided to sit down next to you, this time in the direction you were facing, his touch never leaving your arm. The man wasn't tired anyway, lack of sleep just felt normal nowadays.

His fingers run long circles up and down your skin, getting a shaky breath out of you which managed to settle after a minute. No longer did your breath feel as if it was hitching your chest. His touch was sending small tingles all the way up your shoulder.

You started feeling your eyelids becoming heavy, becoming much harder to stay awake and savior how gentle the man was touching you. You could see through your blurred vision his head tilting in your direction from time to time, as he laid back into the cushion finding your skin comforting to caress.

You smirk thinking having some sort of company was his reason for rescuing you. With one eye peeled open you asked, "Did you save me just for this?" It was more of a drowsy joked than anything that slipped out.

He didn’t answer, he just kept his gaze focused on the wall ahead. Possibly even biting back the urge to smile. It was impossible to tell, with your ever darkening vision. You don’t know if you’ll get ab answer, most certainly not that night, and possibly never upfront. Still, the idea brought another smile to your face before drifting off into darkness.

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Fourth Annual Cauldron Lake Ice Hockey Tournament

In the thrilling conclusion to the Fourth Annual Cauldron Lake Ice Hockey Tournament, (sponsored by Coffee World and the Bright Falls Council for Outdoor Recreation), the Oh Deer Diner Deer, led by team captain Rose "the Brute" Marigold, face the reigning champions, the Kalevala Knights, led by team captain Ilmo "the Grinder" Koskela. Which team will rise to the occasion and which will sink beneath the black water of Cauldron Lake?

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“Alright team!” Ilmo shouted over the rumble of idle chatter. 

All of the heads turned to him as he stood in the doorway of the heating tent. His stance commanded attention; legs spread to keep his balance on the skates on his feet and his arm out to the side, holding an old hockey stick that looked like it had seen better days. He had a look of steely confidence that seemed at home on his features. 

“Last game of the night, last game of the tournament,” he started, walking into the tent to conserve heat. “It's us versus the Oh Deer Diner Deer once again.”

A quiet murmur filled the tent as the team made their comments about their rivals. Ilmo put a hand up, silencing them effectively.

“You may have heard that Bright Falls has a goalie that has been dominating this year. The rumors are true, the new Sheriff, Tim Breaker, is helping out the Deer this year. And yes, he played semi-professional hockey. But, he’s got nothing on Jaakko.”

A few cheers sounded and Jaakko was shoved from side to side in his goalie gear. A small smile appeared on his face as he pushed his teammates back playfully.

“Okay starting line up time:” Ilmo announced, and all the heads popped up. “Jones, ya ready?”

A middle-aged man with grizzled features nodded sharply.

“Good, ‘cause you’re going!” Ilmo shouted, and the team gave a grunt. “Charlie, ya ready?”

Among the older denizens of Watery, a teenaged boy popped his head up. The black and yellow hockey gear he sported seemed to almost drowned him. Nonetheless he raised a fist, “Down with the Deer!”

The team cheered in agreement.

“Good, ‘cause you’re going!” Ilmo repeated. “WIlliams, ya ready?”

Another player grunted, leading the team in cheers. 

“Good, ‘cause you’re going!” he said, before locking eyes with his brother. The two of them stared each other down with fire in their eyes before Ilmo spoke up. “Jaakko, ya ready?”

“You know it, brother,” he replied, “Let’s kick some Bright Falls ass, boys.”

Ilmo belted out one last “Good, ‘cause you’re going!” and the tent erupted into shouts as the team stood up and donned the rest of their gear. 

Meeting in the middle of the tent, over the propane heater, all of the team members put their hands in a circle. 

“Knights on three,” Ilmo instructed, “Yksi, kaksi, kolme:”

The team shouted, “Knights!” in unison before filing out of the tent.

Ilmo made his way to the back of the tent to his brother, who was buckling his mask to his helmet. Jaakko smiled at his brother and grabbed the back of his head and brought their helmets together with an audible clash.

“Go get ‘em, veli.” Jaakko encouraged, making Ilmo smile widely.

The brothers tottered on their skates out of the heated tent and onto the ice of Cauldron Lake. A good-sized rink had been cleared of snow and benches had been hauled out for spectators to watch. Under a tent on the opposite side of the rink, a table with chairs behind and on either side served as the penalty boxes and score-keeper’s table. Behind the table, in a heavy fur lined coat was Ahti, nursing a coffee and leaning against a shovel. Next to him was Rose Marigold, teetering back and forth on her skates. Her team was warming up on the ice as the Knights joined on the opposite side.

Jaakko broke from Ilmo and joined the rest of the team and the captain skated over to the tent. He came to an abrupt stop in front of Rose, sending a flurry of snow at her calves. She just rolled her eyes. 

Ahti just chuckled and shook his head. “Pluck your chickens elsewhere, lapset. Wouldn’t want a repeat of last year, ei?”

Last year’s tournament flashed vividly in Ilmo’s mind. His back still hurt from where Rose had body checked him hard enough to send him into the snowbank. But getting her back with a slapshot between her skates had been payback enough. However, the two didn’t speak for a month afterwards.

“The Deer are committed to sportsmanlike conduct this year, Ahti. No trouble from us.” Rose boasted, leaning against her hockey stick. 

Ilmo rolled his eyes. “Knights are known for their chivalry, you know.”

Rose scowled. “Oh shove your chivalry up your ass, Koskela,” she mocked.

Ahti laughed heartily, throwing his head back. “Ah, ten for the attempt.”

The two players shoved off of the ice towards their respective teams. It was sure to be a close game.

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Ice Breathing Forms

~ Created by Miyuki Yukimura ~

~ Derived from Water Breathing ~

• First Form - Ice Breaker

> The user mainly uses this attack in a lunge attack as they cause multiple horizontal cuts on their opponent. Most compare the attacks to a pickaxe destroying ice from a frozen lake.

• Second Form - Icicle Rain

> The user moves their sword at a quick speed in a vertical manner as they cause multiple minor cuts, although this is seen more as a defensive move.

• Third Form - Snow Fight

> Most Ice Forms are quick to attack but in this form, this is a counterattack as it’s a much more “long” attack compared to the other forms. Although using the phrase “snow,” the feeling of it is much more like hail being thrown. With that, it feels like the hail gets engraved to the skin to cause a burning sensation which is actually the cuts.

• Fourth Form - Hail Storm

> The user gathers monuments as they dig their heels into the ground before jumping high and harshly landing down.

> This Form can be mixed with other forms although it’s quite difficult as it requires a lot of stamina and focus on the arms and legs.

{ Original Form: Miyuki tends to twist her body sharply as she’s falling back down. As she falls, she prepares her sword to strike. Most compare it to a cat landing, as the impact of her attack feels like hail preparing to take harsh land. }

{ Shizuru’s Reform: Although similar to Miyuki, he turns his entire body so that he is facing down as he prepares his sword for the attack. As he does, he usually takes a hit before turning his body again to land his feet against his opponent to knock them down. }

(Shizuru ; The little brother of Miyuki, Ice Tsugoku)

• Fifth Form - Swirling Blizzard

> Similar to Water Breathing’s Sixth Form, Whirlpool twists its body, and the user uses their blade to cause a fierce whirling motion. Instead of creating a whirlpool effect, it causes a below-temperature feeling of gushes of air one would feel in a blizzard. Instead of shredding the area within its current, it just strings the area along as if it’s being blown by the air. This continues until it hits the opponent, where the temperature itself will cause bodily harm, from a burning sensation or/and turned into a frozen state.

> It works best works in cold climates as the attack doubles the lower temperature. This attack requires the user to lower their own temperature and because of this, it can be quite difficult to pull it off without learning Total Concentration Breathing first. It helps maintain the user’s body balance out as the body will be cold enough to make this fifth formwork while not making the user get threatening levels of hypothermia.

• Sixth Form - Feigning Frost

> Feigning Frost is a fake out attack as the name says. It appears as a harsh attack similar to Swirling Blizzard but instead of causing a torturous feeling, it gives more of a sweet feeling one would feel about a childhood memory. When the opponent is harmed by this attack, the feeling is much like snowflakes landing on their face. Similar to the gentleness of Water Breathing, Feigning Frost is the only form that resembles its closeness of it.

{Shizuru’s Reform: Shizuru manages to change the format to make it much easier as it requires multitasking to remain the fake out and make the effect happen. By altering the movement by creating a heavy snow appearance than a snowstorm. It's equally as threatening yet not as much force to create the appearance of a painful attack soon to be.}

• Seventh Form - Iceberg Slam

> This form is when the user causes two quick slashes on both opponent’s sides, which at least seem like small scratches. But moments later, the more the user keeps attacking, the opponent feels much more pain than the attacks would regularly feel. It's like the small scratches or cracks, increase immensely where causing bigger cracks to the point where the entire iceberg, cracks apart.

• Eighth Form - Crystal Splinter

> After the user causes a slash, or multiple depending on stamina, the opponent earns feeling aftermath if the opponent was hit where it feels as if there were crystals emerging in the wounds that were caused by this attack. Similar to like roots growing in an erratic manner inside another organism.

• Ninth Form - Glacier Collapse

> This form requires the user to completely cause their temperature to go down until their own body heat feels like ice itself. This allows the user to land only one heavy blow in any way, either slicing the opponent perfectly in half or puncturing through them. After the attack, the opponent feels as if ice is growing around their body and forcing them to freeze in place. Then with any attack from any Breathing Style, the opponent easily “falls apart” like breaking a glacier.

> This form is quite dangerous as the user temperatures can cause various illnesses if not psychically built for it, not treated soon after, or/and not able to regulate body temperature to return to a decent temperature. For Miyuki, this would always be her final resolution, even as the creator herself, it has taken large chunks of her health that required her to be hospitalized for weeks.

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Writing Patterns/First 10 Lines Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @emeraldhazeart!

Tagging: @druidx @inkysqueed, and I'm not sure who all else has 10 fics posted, so: open tag!

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

I think I already know what the patterns are going to be, but we'll see. I'm assuming I go backwards. I also assume posted fics doesn't count wips. I'm not sure about snippets either but I included a few of the longer ones that feel kinda like fics to me.

1. Local Rule

            Stepping out of the barracks and into the dim morning light, Fairwyn crossed the courtyard where Garrus was already talking to a young redguard.

2. I didn't give it a name here on tumblr, but its file name is Date

            Garrus tugged on his red silk cuff. This shirt was way too expensive for him, what was he even doing?

3. Sweet Surprise

            Cradling two sweet rolls in one hand Lecrinn held them close as she pushed the heavy door with the other. She opened it just enough to slip out, leaving the chatter and warmth of the busy inn for the street outside. It was also busy and warm but more tolerably so.

4. Heart Warmed

            Cheydinhal marketplace swirled with activity from people and snow.

5. I Got You

            The world had faded away. Lecrinn and Garrus stood by the road, her head nestled against his shoulder as his leaned down where their foreheads touched, eyes closed, arms around the other.

6. Friday Kiss Tag Game

            Sitting along the riverbank, Lecrinn and Garrus laughed.

7. Starlight

            She was like a shooting star, Garrus thought as Lecrinn walked down the street towards him, showing up unexpected and catching all of your attention.

8. Stalemate

            Warm light flickered across the stone floor as the fireplace crackled, it turning to a blur as Baurus’s eyelids drooped. As his head began to nod he quickly straightened, snapping himself back awake. “All right, Martin,” he walked over to the table covered in a pile of books, “time for bed.”

9. You're My Rest

            Willow branches swayed over the lake shore, their shadows dancing across a quilt and the dishes strewn across, left with crumbs, drops, and last bites.

10. Shield You from the Rain

            Light rain patted against the dirt road, rippled through puddles, and left drops on the grass. It stirred up the scent of fresh earth and left a chill in the late morning air.

What I thought, I like to start by setting the scene. I always have but I haven't always been good at it. I used to struggle with it so much that I'd end up skipping over it. A lot of times the first paragraph was the last thing I wrote, which actually helped a lot so, can recommend.

My favorite ones here though break from the pattern a bit. Starlight and I Got You start with a quick line that sets up the theme and then sets the scene, I might look for opportunities to do that more often, I like the effect.

The other patterns are that they're all Oblivion fanfiction and they're mostly my ship. And that I don't finish nearly as much as I write, the amount of files I scrolled past to find the posted ones. 😅

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For the falling asks - 6, 14, 20 and 36🍂🍁

!! Thanks for sending some asks 🎃🍁🍂 sorry the answers got so long!

6. What is your favorite fall season film?

It's not one that will (or even has) ever really scared me, but I still have a soft spot for the old Disney Channel Halloween movies. Particularly Hocus Pocus. Nothing really niche here, haha

14. Have you ever caught a glimpse of the future?

Yeah! Kind of funny I'd get this one asked if all of them! I, uh, used to be able to tell when animals were about to die, or other unfortunate events to do with them. There were three main times of this, that I remember.

One was with our cat Gizmo, who was brought in to be neutered and declawed (I know declaring is bad, my current cat very much has her claws), and I was crying and yelling the whole way there that if we brought him to the vet he would die. My mom thought I was being ridiculous and dropped him off and then took me to daycamp. When she picked me up later my mom told me he had died at the vet.

The second was with our bird, which we had acquired through it just. Landing at our table in the backyard. It was a lovebird I believe? Some kind of tropical one. On my sister birthday I went to my mom and told her that the music was too loud and that the bird was going to die, I was told it would be fine. To be fair it probably wasn't the music, it's possible the window was left cracked just enough to chill a tropical bird. But it still died that day.

The third time we were heading off to school and my sisters cat was outside, it was a little snowy but not blizzarding. I told my mom we needed to let the cat inside otherwise she'd get lost and could die, I may have specified in the snow? My mom said not to worry about it. That day at school a lake effect storm moved in and that cat was never seen again.

I've also had dreams where I'm doing something mundane and they usually ended with me realizing I'd experienced them before. I'll wake up from them and be like, oh weird! And then years later I'll be playing a game with friends or something and I'll feel a growing sense of deja vu until I hit the moment I remember the dream and say that I've had a dream about this before.

20. Favorite fall treat?

Hot apple cider! The good kind of cider too, direct from a mill. Spiced if possible. There's so many good ones though. I just could drink warm spiced cider for the rest of my life and not get tired of it. I do want to try making homemade pumpkin gnocchi this year. Maybe in a herby cream sauce with roasted pumpkin seeds sprinkled on top?

36. Favorite fall tradition?

Mm. There's so many I love. I do like handing out candy though. It doesn't have to just be to kids, anyone who knocks on the door for trick or treating gets candy costume or not. I'd love to one day be the house with the super decorated yard and the big sized treats.

A more personal tradition is usually a more quiet ceremony directly on Samhain. I try to make a nice meal, and then ring in midnight with a little candlelit meditation. I try to do something like this for most holidays, but Samhain is special for some particular reasons that I don't want to dump on people because they're a bit heavy. Maybe I'll try to do the pumpkin gnocchi this year, with some roasted chicken? Or grilled, perhaps? Have to think of a dessert (maybe try making cider braised/stewed apples?)

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[triforce-of-mischief]

Secret Santa

@merriclo Merry Christmas!!! Here's some winter fluff featuring your favorite boys! 💜

~ 1800 words, rated G, no warnings ~

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The low creak of a footstep on a wooden stair rang through Wild’s house, instantly rousing the lightest of sleepers. Three heads popped up to look at Wild, who had paused midstep. He slowly lowered his foot, clearing the remaining steps before tiptoeing over to the others.

“Wild, what are you doing? Are you going somewhere?” Wind asked.

“I want to show you something,” Wild whispered. “Anybody who’s awake enough can come now. The rest of the sleepyheads have the whole day to come out and I want to go now while it’s early.”

“I want to see!”

“Take me take me please!”

Wind and Mask jumped up from their bedrolls, dancing around Wild in hushed excitement.

Legend stretched and got up as well. “You’ll have your hands full with the two of them, I may as well join you.”

Wild ducked into the alcove under the stairs and brought out warm clothes for each of them. Legend pinned a ruby-set brooch to his hat and tugged his boots over multiple layers of socks. Wild showed Wind and Mask how to put on their snowquill sets, tucking in hems and rolling up sleeves where they were too long for the smaller kids. They giggled when they noticed the tail feathers on their tunics, admiring how they looked like Rito.

While the other three watched in confusion, Wild examined everybody’s boots before grabbing cloth-wrapped bundles from the alcove. He handed them out, saying, “Careful, they’re heavy.”

They were heavy, and Mask struggled to shift his bundle around in his arms so Wind could lift the cloth-

“No peeking!”

The boys pouted, but decided that listening to Wild was a smarter choice than risking him telling them that they couldn’t go at all. The mystery bundles would have to stay just that for a little while longer.

“Is everyone ready?” Wild asked, giving the group a final check. They all nodded and with a flourish, Wild opened the front door.

The world was completely silent and still; the birds and frogs were sleeping through the cold. The early morning sun gave a glowing effect to the blanket of white that coated everything as far as they could see. The ground, the trees, even the roofs of the colorful model houses down the path, were all resting under a thick layer of-

“Snow!” Mask and Wind laughed, pushing past Wild and immediately finding a snowdrift to kick. Legend walked after them, much slower, taking in the change of scenery.

“Hateno’s beautiful in the winter, isn’t it?” Wild said, joining the vet for an appreciative moment.

“It is,” Legend agreed. He looked down at his mysterious package. “But what are these for?”

“You’ll find out soon! LAST ONE THERE GETS THE CUCCO REVENGE SQUAD!” Wild yelled, sprinting across the bridge and down the hill. Indignant shouts came from the others as they stopped what they were doing and took off after the speedy champion.

Snow crunched under stampeding boots as Wild led them past Hateno’s front entrance, through the woods, and across the boulder-filled field. They rounded the final corner and the two youngest heroes cheered as they discovered where Wild was taking them. The waterfall which fed the small lake at the corner of the valley was frozen solid, as well as the lake itself. It was a beautiful, natural ice rink.

Wild guided them to a few logs lining the edge of the lake and told them to sit. “Okay, you can open your packages now!”

Cloth flew through the air as Wind and Mask flung the wrapping away, leaving them to stare at the contents in confusion. “Knife shoes?” Mask questioned, examining the strange item.

“Not ‘knife shoes’, kid,” Legend chuckled. “Ice skates!” He knelt in front of Mask and began to remove the sprite’s regular boots. “See how smooth the blade is, just like your sword? It cuts cleanly into the ice and distributes your weight so you can keep your balance.” He took the skates when Mask offered them and fit them snugly on the kid’s feet. Out of the corner of his eye, Legend saw Wild doing the same for Wind.

The young heroes winced as their older brothers pulled the laces tight before tying them in elaborate knots. “Can’t you loosen it a little?” Wind complained.

Wild shook his head. “The tighter the better, same as adventuring boots. Loose skates give you wobbly ankles, and you could hurt yourself. I bet you don’t want that, right?” He tugged the knot to ensure its stability, told Wind to wait another minute, and went to put on his own skates. Legend did the same, then returned to Mask and helped him to his feet.

Wild and Legend guided Wind and Mask to the lake itself, helping them find their balance as their skates bit into the slippery ice. Wild was a bit unsteady but able to correct himself, and Legend couldn’t exactly call himself inexperienced. The kids were soon able to support themselves and the four fell into their own rhythms, carving sloppy circles around the circumference of the lake. Wild tried a variety of risky tricks, always sure to keep his distance whenever he lifted his skates high in the air. Wind stared at him in envy, unable to do more than shuffle along with his skates barely leaving the ice. Legend glided swiftly and easily, having to double back more than a few times to lift Wind from where he had fallen on his butt. Each time, Legend would attempt to dust frozen crystals from the Rito feathers on the backside of Wind's tunic. In turn, Wind would screech and launch himself at the vet, propelling himself forward with no means to stop while Legend soared backwards out of his reach. Then Mask would speed past them, distracting everybody with a couple of effortless pirouettes.

“How is he so good already? It sure seemed like this is his first time,” Wild marveled, watching the sprite zip around with a care in the world.

“Beats me,” Legend huffed, though Wild could see the faint hint of a proud smile.

“Uh, guys? A little help here?” Wind called from the other side of the lake. The older teens looked over to see the sailor slowly inching backwards, his skates and gravity working together with a mind of their own. Wind’s knees were bent, his arms flailing, and he was clearly nervous with no reference for how close he was to the shore.

“If you can’t figure out how to stop, just sit down!” Wild shouted back. “You can stand up again from there.”

“But I don’t wanna touch the ice!” Wind cried. “I’ll get frostbite!”

“I’ll get him,” Legend sighed, and skated over to the sailor.

Wind made the mistake of frantically reaching out to Legend, immediately forfeiting any remaining balance. His skates gave way and he tumbled to the ice, catching himself with his hands before realizing what had happened. “IT’S COLD!” he yelled, quickly pulling them away.

“Of course it is, what did you expect?” Legend sighed and offered a hand to help Wind back up.

“I’m not stupid!” Wind protested, desperately clinging to Legend’s arm. “It’s just annoying, is all. And I’m the worst skater out of us by far,” he mumbled.

“What happened to the Hero of Winds who never gives up? You’ll be a pro in no time, I guarantee it!” Legend directed Wind’s gaze down to their skates. “First lesson: straighten up those ankles. And you’re treating this too much like walking. To skate, you push to the side with your blades like this…”

With Legend’s guidance, Wind grew much more confident on the ice. Soon he was even skating laps around Mask, and challenged the other three to race after race around the lake.

After a few hours of skating, Wild noticed that Wind was having trouble again- but this time it was because he was constantly shivering. Even with his special Rito outfit, the island boy was no match for Necluda’s frigid winter. Wild knew that Wind would immediately deny it if he called him out directly, so he chose his words carefully.

“Wow, look at the time!” he said loudly, making sure everybody heard. “We should probably head back so I can fix up breakfast for everybody.”

“Noooo!” Mask and Wind whined, attacking Wild with pleading eyes. “Just a few more minutes?”

“I mean, if you don’t want hot chocolate…” Wild teased, already skating to the edge of the lake.

The kids shouted in alarm and hurried to follow Wild, Legend close behind them. Frozen fingers fumbled with skate laces- Wild had to take over for Wind- and wobbly legs were barely given a moment to adjust to solid ground before they ran back to the house.

Most of the other heroes were building a snowman in Wild’s front yard, but the early risers barely spared them a passing glance as they trudged into the house. They heard Warriors begin to ask “Where have you guys been all morning?-'' before Legend slammed the door mid sentence. Wild tossed his skates aside and went straight to the kitchen to start the hot chocolate.

“Oh thank Zephos, a fire!” Wind exclaimed through chattering teeth.

Wolfie was laying on the rug in front of the fireplace, Four resting against him with a book in hand. Four looked up to see Wind approaching, damp clothes and all, and frantically shooed him away. “Oh no you don’t! Change into dry clothes first!”

Wind groaned and took a detour to his bag, and Legend dragged Mask over to the fireplace.

“You can play in the snow later, but you need to warm up for now,” Legend said firmly, ignoring how Mask was looking longingly at the front door. Legend himself was not fighting to hold back a shiver, and was definitely not getting dangerously close to regretting his decision to go ice skating with only his skirts protecting his legs from the cold wind. Still, Four gave Legend a knowing look as he scooted over to make room for the vet and the sprite.

“Why aren’t you outside, Four?” Mask questioned as he plopped down beside Legend.

“The cold doesn’t usually treat me well, so I wanted to enjoy the chance to stay indoors for once,” Four hummed. “And my friend here insisted on keeping me company.” He reached back to scratch behind Wolfie’s ear. “Unlike everybody else.”

Legend gasped, a hand flying to his heart in mock hurt. “Ow.”

Four elbowed Legend. “You know I’m kidding. I’m glad you guys had fun, and I’ll probably go outside later once the sun has been out for a while.”

Wind joined them, already rambling before he reached the floor. “Yes! We can have an epic snowball fight and build a snowman army and-”

Legend tuned him out as he noticed Wild returning from the kitchen, balancing a tray of mugs. Legend helped Wild distribute the hot chocolate, which immediately silenced Wind. The sailor sighed in relief as the warm mug revived his numb fingers.

The heroes (and the wolf) would play in the snow later that afternoon, but for now, they were content to cuddle together, warm and cozy from fire and friendship.

[bomberqueen17]

trissmiss

well it was shaping up to be not a very merry christmas, but the sun came out so we went out to shovel.

cut for photos and blathering

in my driveway, looking west toward the garage. [image: snow, a drift of at least five feet pressed up against a small white garage, nearly obscuring the door; the corner of a house, heavily-drifted, but a section of driveway scraped down to the pavement by wind.]

My driveway, looking east toward the road. I set about shoveling this drift, but it broke me and i gave up and only removed the left half of it, to clear part of the driveway to make a foot path. [image description: a drift coming around the side of a house, about four feet in height but quite thick, in front of a car with very little snow on it. Beyond that, a man in blaze orange snow pants is throwing snow onto a pile; he is up to his thighs in snow.]

Dude started out by the sidewalk. The street wasn’t plowed, so we figured ther was no point clearing by the road because when they came by they’d plow us right back in. (This is the horror that all of us in the snow belt know: when they plow the road, it throws a snowbank into your driveway.)

But after we’d been working for maybe an hour, we heard an engine, and looked and there was a town snowplow working on the cross-street a block up. We were very excited about this; I ran out to take a photo of it. But then imagine our shock and delight when it turned and came down our street next! Dude ran back in front of my car to get clear, and it came down the road in a glorious explosion of snow, operating at full speed-- Town of Tonawanda operates big highway plows so this guy was probably going 30-40 mph, flinging debris a good 20 feet either side. it’s the only way to deal with snow this deep and heavy.

Once plowed out, we focused our efforts on getting a pathway to the street.

[image: my partner, a six foot three inch man in orange snow pants, sits on a hunk of snow in a tiny passage he’s digging one shovel blade wide through a heavy snowbank. he looks tired.]

Once we’d dug out, we came inside, cleaned up, and then assembled our goods and hiked a quarter-mile down the street to dude’s mom’s house. Just over the border into the city of buffalo, no plows had been by but people were trying to dig themselves out.

[image description: footprints in snow in foreground, midground is the man in the orange snowpants carrying a shovel over his shoulder, background is a row of houses.] Note the cloud bank behind the houses: this is looking south. That is a lake effect front still dumping on south buffalo, which had been spared the worst of this storm but now is Getting It, though I think less severely.

Once at Dude’s mom’s house we unwrapped some presents and then made appetizers. These were what we’d planned to bring to a party on Christmas eve that got cancelled: Lil Smokies sausages wrapped in those Pilsbury crescent rolls that come in a tube.

[image description: pastries with tiny hot dogs sticking out of the ends of them, on a platter]

I’m pleased to report that I managed to wear the me-made dress I’d intended for Christmas after all; it traveled beautifully under my snow pants. Merino wool, baby.

[image description: the author, a fat blonde woman, is posing in front of a large mirror wearing a knee-length wool dress that’s quite tight-fitting through the bodice and flares a bit in the skirt. It is maroon-red with elbow-length sleeves.] That’s a Cashmerette Turner, modded to include side seam pockets.