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kpopfromtheblock · 5 years ago

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a/n ⇾ surprise bitch! bet you thought you’d seen the last of me! 🤪 i’ve been here all along but just haven't felt motivated to write. i know it gets annoying to have to wait so long for updates but i appreciate those of you who have stuck by my side! ILY, FR FR. i try to make every update as good or better than the last so that its worth your while and sometimes that process can take me a long time… i hope y’all can understand that… i won't always update as frequently as other writers but i will get an update out at some point, just keep baring with me pls and thank you! ✨

THERE WILL NOT BE A PART 2 TO THIS, PLS DO NOT ASK.

LIFE WITH BANGTAN | ot7 + kth smut

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genre ⇾ fluff, smut and a bit of angst.

pairing ⇾ bts x reader, taehyung x reader (smut)

summary ⇾ the boys forget movie night and they have to find a way to make it up to you, starting with Taehyung...

warning ⇾ idk, if i matters but i just want y’all to know this is very TAE X READER heavy... i mean it’s still ot7 x reader but just a bit more Taehyung focused... — smut, pwp, hand job, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk (a lot of dirty talk), fingering and more... — usual warnings: cringy-ness, swearing

words ⇾ 12k

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”Ugh!” You groan as you step out of the elevator. The cardboard box you’re holding in your arms isn’t too big but it is quite heavy. The box combined with the large backpack you’re waring is adding a bunch of unnecessary weight to your body and the journey to get to the boys dorm has taken longer than usual because of it… But you know this will all be worth it in the end, for tonight is movie night and hopefully the start of a monthly tradition with your lovers.

The cardboard box in your arms and bag on your back are both filled with Disney movies… From the classics all the way up to the most recent ones available on DVD.

Mayhaps you went a little bit crazy on Amazon, buying a total of one hundred and ten DVDs, some of which still haven’t shipped yet bc they are coming from countries outside of Korea and mayhaps, buying all those DVDs put a bit of a dent in your bank account but you’re almost one hundred…No, a solid ninety-five percent sure that this will all be worth it once you see the look of joy on Yoongi’s face after he watches the Aristocats for the first time or the tears in Jimin’s eyes during that one scene in Toy Story 3… Yeah, it’s gonna be a good night and you’re excited to experience it with your amazing boyfriends.

Finally making it up to the boy’s door, you put the box down on the floor and sigh, feeling relieved that you get to give your arms somewhat of a rest, even if for only a few seconds. You slide the shield of the keypad up and watch it illuminate. Quickly typing your customized pin in, the door beeps and you put your hand on the knob, twisting it open before it can lock again.

Once the door is slightly open, you begin kicking the box towards the opening, too lazy to bend over and pick it up again.

A minute or two passes and you’re still kicking… You’re doing well, the box is nearly halfway through the door when suddenly the door is pulled fully open. “Oh!” You say almost following forward as you had been resting a lot of your weight on the door to keep it from closing whilst you kicked the box inside. “Darling~” You know immediately, without even having to look up, that it’s Taehyung calling you. The tone of his voice combined with the endearing nickname he’s been calling you since the day you two met gives him away.

Before properly greeting him, you bend down to pick up the box again since you don’t have to worry about the door anymore… Picking the box up will probably go much quicker than kicking it.

Once the box is in your arms again, you look up to meet Tae’s pretty brown eyes and boxy smile. You can’t fight the smile forming on your own lips. “Hello Handsome.” You tell him before leaning forward to place a single kiss against his soft lips.

“Why are you so dressed up?” You question, not missing the way the navy blue slacks and crisp white button up he’s wearing, compliment his tan skin.

He takes the heavy box from you then steps aside to let you in without answering your question. “Oh fuck,” He groans. “What the hell is in here?” He asks. There’s a slight strain to his words as he struggles to balance the heavy box in one hand whilst he closes and locks the door with his other.

Upon stepping inside, you see that the dorm is up in slight chaos.

One of the boys makeup artist and a friend of yours, Sua, is chasing Jungkook around with an eye shadow palette in her hand. There is a stylist you’ve never seen before, standing entirely too close to Namjoon while she fixes the collar of his shirt and Jimin is sitting on the couch while their hair stylist straightens the few fly-aways at the top of his scalp.

Sua notices you first before any of the other guys do.

“Y/n!” She stops chasing Jungkook to approach you.

Jungkook stops running around and Jimin looks up from his phone at the sound of your name being called.

“Hi baby!” Jimin says enthusiastically before waving at you. You look over at Jimin and give him a sweet smile. “Hi...” You say softly, waving back. You know he would’ve gotten up to greet you with a kiss if the man above him wasn’t holding a hot hair styling tool to his head.

You look away from Jimin to see both Sua and Jungkook making their way over to you.

Sua gets to you first and wraps her arms around you, engulfing you in a tight bear hug, which is slightly awkward since you didn’t have time to put your arms out to receive the hug properly. “Long time no see, how are you doing?” She asks against your ear before releasing you. “I know! I’m doing well, how are you?” You smile at her, although confused as to why she’s there, you are happy to see her.

Sua has always been sweet to you and she was one of the first people to discover that you and the boys had something going on and even though she was a bit weary, she was supportive when she realized how much you really loved all seven of them and how much all seven of them loved you.

Sua kept your secret until it was made knowledgeable to the rest of the staff and you have been grateful to her ever since.

“I’m good! Just trying to get these boys of yours to sit still for a second. Especially this one.” Sua says pointing a thumb at Jungkook who is standing behind her with the brightest bunny smile. He waits eagerly for his turn to hug you. “I don’t know how you do it.” She continues and you chuckle. “Don’t worry, they run away from me too.” You joke and both Sua and Jungkook chuckle. “I do not.” He protest, opening his arms for a hug.

You finally take off you backpack, placing it on the near by chair and walk up to him. You wrap your arms around his waist and press your face against his chest. Your eyes close instantly at the warmth you feel being against him. Jungkook waste no time wrapping his arms around your frame, squeezing you against him.

Like always, you’ve missed your boys so much.

“I missed you.” He tells you, almost as if he can read your mind and you smile. “I missed you too Kook.” You confess before pulling away.

“Are you guys almost ready? Manger-nim will be here soon with the car.” You hear Namjoon’s voice from behind you. You pull away from Jungkook and turn to face the leader of the group.

What is going on?

“Did I mixed up the dates for our movie night or…?” You mumble to yourself, thinking maybe you had read the date wrong on your calendar.

You pull out your phone to check your google calendar, that holds all your important dates. You are usually bad with dates which is why you rely on your google calendar to keep track of everything.. You know once you put it in there, it’s official so you don’t understand how you could’ve messed this one up.

The men around you seem to slow down their frantic movements at your words. “Babygirl…” Namjoon calls out and you look up to face him. The look on his face, makes you worry. His brows are furrowed and his lips form a slight pout.

“Movie night... We completely forgot.” Your heart drops at his words.

‘We completely Forgot’… The words are dramatically echoing in your head for some reason.

How could the forget the movie night you’ve been planning for weeks.

“You forgot?” You ask for confirmation and Namjoon nods his head, a solemn look on his face. “Darling, we’re so sorry.” Taehyung’s voice catches your attention and you turn around to face him this time. “An event came up that we have to go to.... A car is on the way to pick us up.” He explains to you.

“Oh...” You say, not able to hide the disappointment in your voice. Jungkook comes up to you from behind and wraps his arms around your waist. You don’t even have to turn around to know it’s him. It just feels like him, not to mention, he loves to give you back hugs. He pulls you close to his chest and then rest his chin on your shoulder. “Please don’t be upset.” He begs you but it’s too late. Your feelings are hurt.

How could they forget? You think again.

“I’m not.” You lie and Jimin is the first to sniff you out.

“Yes you are.”

Hoseok comes walking out of his and Jimin’s shared bedroom. He is looking as gorgeous as ever in a suit that is tailored to perfection. Upon seeing you, he gives you his one hundred watt smile but suddenly, it fades when he notices the look on your face. “What’s wrong Angel?” He mumbles, softly. You’re about to shake your head and lie again but Jungkook speaks before you can. “She came for movie night.” Jungkook’s chest rumbles against your back as he speaks. “That was tonight?” Hobi asks, looking up into your eyes. His usual bright expression is now a little less bright when he catches the displeasure in your eyes. He can tell you’re upset and that you are doing your best to hide it but he knows you. He knows that look.

You nod your head at his question, a broken smile gracing your lips. “Angel...” He starts before his long legs strut over to you until he is standing in front of you. He leans down to place a sweet kiss to your lips. Although you’re upset, you return the kiss as best you can with Jungkook’s arms still wrapped firmly around your waist.

“It’s okay...” You lie again.

“We’re so sorry baby.” Jimin apologizes and you shrug. “It’s fine.” Your fourth lie for the night…

Jin comes strolling into the living room with Yoongi not far behind. “Ok kids. Car is here. Let’s get going.” They both look too good to be true. Dressed in dark suits that seem to compliment each other. “Princess?” He greets your curiously. You give him a small smile. “Hi...” You say. “You look handsome. You all do.” You say truthfully.

Yoongi looks up at you. “Kitten, what are you doing here?” He asks in confusion.

Seriously? No one remembered what tonight is… or was supposed to be?

You feel like you’re going crazy, like you made it all up in your head but you know you didn’t. You remember planning this night... The eight of you agreeing upon this date so you don’t understand how this has happened...

You want so badly to tell them off but you also don’t want to start anything… You suppose it’s not their fault... You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into, the minute you decided to be with them, to love them… They have priorities and obligations to fulfill as the ‘World’s Biggest Boyband BTS’ but you wish that sometimes, they could be your boyfriends and just that alone. Even if, just for the day…

“I came for movie night but it seems you all have other plans.” You say, the words come out bitter than you intended but you can’t take them back now.

“Don’t say it like that baby.” Jimin tells you, feeling guilt bubbling in his chest. Yoongi comes to stand in front of you after Hobi has step away to put on his shoes. “Kitten, why don’t you stay until we get back?” Yoongi offers and you’re about to decline his offer when you feel Jungkook press his lips against your neck. “Yeah stay, we’ll be back before you know it,” He whispers against your skin.

“You guys know I don’t like to stay in the dorm when you’re not here.”

“Please?” Jimin begs. “If you’re not too tired when we get back, we can watch one of the movies you brought.” Jimin suggest, and the idea swims around in your head for a little bit… As tempting as it sounds, you know that they’ll be the ones too tired to stay up and watch movies with you.

“Guys we really need to go…” Jin reminds them, picking up his shoulder bag and his suit jacket off the couch.

“You guys go ahead... You don’t wanna be late.” You tell them and you watch as Yoongi’s lips form a small pout. You usually lose your mind at how cute he looks when he unintentionally pokes out his lips but in this very moment, all you can do is give him a half hearted smile. He leans forward and kisses you. “I hope you’re here when we get back.” He says before walking towards the door. Jungkook kisses your cheek then lets go of you to follow his Hyungs out. Namjoon is the last to leave. He places a kiss at the top of your head then walks towards the door. “See you later Baby girl.” He says before leaving, the door slamming behind him.

You sigh and turn away from the door. You are instantly greeted by the messy dorm. The stylists and Sua must’ve slipped out of the dorm while you were conversing with the boys because you were now left alone. In a big, empty, messy dorm.

You decide to tidy up so the boys will have a nice cozy and clean place to come home too. Plus you need the distraction… You just got ditched after all.

You pick up the movie box that Taehyung left on the counter and bring it over to the coffee table. You plop down on the couch and begin unpacking the box.

You even went through the trouble of buying as many of the Korean subbed versions as you could find for some of the older classics like Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty. You know Tae and Jimin have never seen those.

You neatly stack the movies in the middle of the table, surprisingly the only clean spot in the house, before you begin tidying up the place.

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Cleaning kills about two full hours. You cleaned the the living room, vacuuming and wiping down all the surfaces. You also decided to clean the kitchen, making sure the dishes in the the dishwasher were clean and then packed away and the counter top was removed of any stains. You attempted to clean each of the boys room but gave up after picking up all the clothes thrown around in Taehyung’s.

After you were satisfied with the way the dorm looked (and smelled), you walk back into the the living room and plop down on the couch. Your eyes glaze over the large stack of DVDs you brought with you... Without even realizing it, a frown grows on your face.

Cleaning had kept your mind off of the fact that your boyfriends ditched your planned movie night but now that you were done, now that you didn’t have anything keeping you busy, your failed attempt at spending quality time with your boyfriends was all you could think of.

You sigh heavily and pick up your phone. You decide to open the twitter app and browse around. Maybe one or two of the fifteen people you are following would post something to make you laugh…

You loved laughing, it always made you feel better.

You were lucky enough to stumble across a few memes. You giggle at them and save one in particular to your camera roll to use later in your group chat.

As you scroll further down, you come across a photo that makes your heart flutter with fondness.

One of the BTS fan accounts you follow (just because you enjoy the memes they posts and all the cute edits), posted a picture of the guys. You knew instantly it was a picture of them from the night. They look exactly the way they did when they left and you distinctively remember Yoongi’s shinny dangly earring and how it looked pretty with his outfit.

The picture was taken mid laughter. The way Jimin’s eyes turned into crescent moons, how Hoseok’s mouth formed a prefect heart, the way Jungkook’s nose crinkle and his two front teeth made an appearance and how you could practically hear Taehyung’s deep laughter just from looking at the way his mouth was wide open and his head was thrown back… It all made your heart swell in your chest.

You wished you could be the reason they were laughing or be there to laugh with them. You genuinely just missed them. You were looking forward to spending time with them tonight. You desperately wanted to be wrapped up in Namjoon’s arms, snuggled under a blanket with Jin beside you and Yoongi’s head on your lap while you play with his soft locks as he drifted off to sleep… The other boys gather near by. You always felt comfort when they were close to you.

You suddenly felt a wave of discontent wash over you. You’re not usually one to let things get to you. You pride yourself in being someone who is very understanding, especially when it comes to plans changing but for some reason this situation is hitting you hard.

It’s been almost a month since you’ve hung out, like really hung out with them. And yes, you’ve gone longer without seeing them as they were away on tour in different countries for months on end but this time they were back home. You could pop into a practice every now and then or sleepover at the dorm if you want to but they had been so busy this month (even with them being back home), that spontaneous visits were not in the cards for you which is why you were so looking forward to this night.

Exiting out of twitter, you decided to open the Message app. You go into the group chat named ‘Team Kim Seokjin’ and type out a quick message.

YOU to Team Kim Seokjin

hey guys, i hope you’re all having a good time. i finished cleaning up the dorm a bit and now i’m going to head home.

YOU to Team Kim Seokjin

i know you all wanted me to stay but it doesn’t feel right... anyways, be sure to text me when you get home. love you all ❤️

You sent the messages and locked your phone, not waiting for a reply. You stood up, grabbing your duffle bag and throwing it over your shoulder. You shut off all the lights before heading out the dorm.

Your phone pinged, indicating that you received a text messages but you decide not to check it right away as you were too focused on getting back to your apartment.

You hope the comfort of your bed would make you feel a little bit better…

Meanwhile on the other side of town. Taehyung and Yoongi were in the bathroom. The award ceremony they were attending had just called for an intermission so the two decided it’d be a good time to release some fluids.

Yoongi was drying his hands when suddenly his phone vibrated in his pocket the same time that he heard another phone ping, the obviou sound of a text tone… He knew it was Tae’s phone as he was the only other person in the bathroom and Yoongi himself had yet to take his phone off of silent.

“Hyung!” Taehyung shouts after flushing the toilet in his stall. “Hmm?” Yoongi hums in response. The stall door flies open and Tae hastily walks out, holding his phone up for Yoongi to see the text he’d just received from you. “She’s not staying.” Tae pouts.

“What?” Yoongi says in confusion, not too sure what the younger male was getting at.

“Y/n... She said she isn’t going to stay over’.” Taehyung says,

Yoongi squints his eyes, trying to get a better look at Tae’s bright screen before giving up to pull out his own phone. He unlocks it and looks at the text messages you sent, rereading them a few times to himself. “Ah.” He says in realization. “‘Ah’? She’s mad at us and all you have to say is ‘ah’?” Tae whines.

One of the things Taehyung hates most in this world is when the people he loves and cares about are upset with him and you are at the top of that list. “I don’t think so.” Yoongi tells the younger man. “I disagree… I mean we basically ditched her…” Locking the phone and pushing it back in his pocket, Yoongi turns to the mirror and fixes a few loose strands of hair.

“Leave it to Taehyung to over react at a simple text message.“ Yoongi thinks.

“She’s not mad. Trust me.” Yoongi tries to reassure Tae but truth be told, he actually didn’t know himself if you were mad or not… He understands why you would be upset, if you were but he also knows that you are someone who doesn’t get upset easily.

As Yoongi waits for Tae to finish washing his hand, his phone vibrates again. This time, it’s a text from Hoseok.

HOBI to Team Kim Seokjin

🥺🥺🥺 you won’t be there when we get back?

After reading Hoseok’s text, Yoongi instantly feels a twinge of guilt in his chest. He knows he shouldn’t... After all, he didn’t even want to come to this event but, it’s work. Something he had to do… He’d much rather be at home, cuddling up beside you on the couch, watching some stupid children’s movies… That would be a way better use of his time because it was time being spend with you and his brothers.

“Ready Hyung?” Tae’s question pulls Yoongi out of his head. He nods in response at the blue haired man before the two of them exit the bathroom, heading back to the others.

Yoongi decides that he’d call you as soon as the ceremony is over, to check up on you. He just hopes you’ll be awake to answers…

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A W E E K L A T E R

With groceries in hand, you struggle to put the pin into the keypad of your apartment door. After two failed attempts and almost being locked out permanently, you decide it would be easier if the grocery bags weren’t in your hand… You lean down to place the bags on the floor and just as you’re about to stand back up, you hear the most horrifying sound… The keypad beeps indicating that it has been unlocked and the door is being pulled open from the inside.

“What the fuck?” You mumble out loud.

You swiftly stand up straight, ready to throw hands at the intruder but you are pleasantly surprised to see the one and only Kim Taehyung, standing in your doorway with a bright smile on his face. “Tae?” You say, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Although relieved to see your boyfriend and not some thief or lunatic… You were still a bit confused. “What are you doing here?” You question as he bends over to pick up the grocery bags for you. “I came to see you.” He states the obvious.

Upon hearing his words, your eyes suddenly widen at thought of him coming into your apartment complex…

In the middle of the afternoon…

Where nearly a hundred other college students are living…

Anyone could’ve saw him.

You hastily look around then begin walking forward, pushing Taehyung back into you apartment at the same time. “Whoa…” He says slightly confused and startled by your sudden moves. “Someone could’ve saw you dummy.” You scold him and he simply chuckles at you. “I was extra careful.” He informs you. “I wore a mask and a hat and I came in through the back entrance.” He tries to reassure you before walking over to the kitchen to put your bags down. You scoff at him in both amusement and disbelief because you can’t believe that he really thinks a simple mask and hat is enough to hide his appearance…

His fans could spot him even if he were dressed up as Bozo The Clown.

“As if a mask could hide you from an ARMY...” You say sternly.

“Someone could’ve saw you…” You repeat, your voice still a bit on edge as you take your shoes off at the front door. Tae doesn’t seem to care that he could’ve gotten caught sneaking into your building... And it’s not like he hasn’t snuck in before. He’s been to your place a handful of times but never at this time of day so you’re just a bit concerned but you’ll let it go for now…

You walk into the kitchen to see that Taehyung has started unpacking the groceries. You’re amazed by the fact that he seems to know where everything goes. You can’t help the way your heart flutters at how domestic the scene in front of you is but flutter in your heart simmer down just as a thought pops into your head...

What is he doing here?

“Not that I’m not happy to see you babe, but what are you doing here, seriously?” You start. “I thought you and the boys would be in the studio all day.” You say and he shrugs. “Well yes, we’re supposed to be… That’s where the members are now but I snuck away for a bit...” He explains. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Your eyes brows furrow in confusion.

Why wouldn’t I be okay?

“Where does this go again?” Tae asks as he holds up the box of cookies and cream Rice Crispy Treats.

“Cabinet above the microwave.” You point to the spot you’re talking about and Taehyung nods before turning around to put the sweet treat away. You walk further into the kitchen to help him pack out the rest of the groceries. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?” You finally say, referring to his previous question. “Well ‘cause of the whole movie night fiasco last week…” He informs you before turning back around to face you.

“Ahh.” You say in realization.

So that’s what this is about... He thinks I’m still upset.

You chuckle at the thought and walk over to the fridge to put the orange juice inside.

“I’m okay my love, you didn’t have to come all the way over here to check on me.” You tell him. You feel bad that you gave him the impression that you were still upset. You don’t want him to be worried about something that you were no longer thinking about. “You’re our girl, of course I had to come check on you… I’m sure the others would’ve tried to come, had they known I was coming” He says.

You close the fridge and look up at him, smiling fondly. You make your way back over to the grocery bags… You decide to just take everything out at once and line them up on the counter to make things easier for yourself and make the process of putting things away go faster.

“You’re sweet baby but I promise you, I’m okay.” You reassure him.

“But you weren’t though… Right? Before you were mad at us?” By the tone of his voice you know there’s a pout on his lip. “Yes.” You say truthfully, not wanting to hide anything from him. “I knew it!” He exclaims. “I knew you were mad. Yoongi Hyung said you weren’t but I know you darling.” He says confidently. “I’ll admit…” You begin before closing the fridge and turning around to face him. “I was upset that night… Mainly because I just wanted to spend time with you all but I got over it.” You confess.

“I understand that you all have priorities and-“

“You’re our priority.” Taehyung cuts you off… As much as you want to believe him, you couldn’t. Yes, you know they love you and you know you mean a lot to them but you also know that their careers, their fans, mean just as much and sometimes that means you have to take a back seat to that part of their lives...

And that’s something you have to learn to accept.

“Let us make it up to you.” Taehyung’s voice brings you out of your thoughts.

“There’s no need.” You tell him and there really isn’t… They did nothing wrong and there’s nothing they needed to make up for. “Aw come on,” Tae whines. “Sleepover, we have the weekend off!” He suggests and you have to shake your head immediately. “I can’t.” You state. “I have a big project due on Monday that I need to get started on.” He pouts cutely and you resist the urge to kiss that pout off his lips.

“Ok, well just come over Friday night then… The guys and I miss you so much.” He takes a step forward and you take one back… For some reason, your subconscious is telling you that some shit is about to go down that you are unprepared for…

“Tae…” You say warningly. You hate to disappoint him and the rest of your men and you would normally never turn down the opportunity to spend time with them but you just didn’t think it’d be responsible to hangout when you have so much work to do and catch up on.

And yes, you could bring your work over to the dorm but that just wouldn’t be logical... You’d get nothing done.

“Please?” You don’t miss the way Taehyung’s voice has dropped and octave lower. You look up to meet his eyes and as you expect, there is something dark… Swirling around in them. He advances towards you again and you take another step back, this time your lower back hits the edge of the counter. Taehyung places his hands on either side of you, locking you between himself and the countertop. There’s no where for you to run.

“Please stay over.” He pleads again and for a split second your eyes land on his lips. They are slightly chapped but they look so inviting... “Let us make it up to you.” His words come out as more of a command than question. “Tae…” You say his name again, a little breathier than you expected but his close proximity is making you somewhat lightheaded… It’s not like you haven’t been this close to him before, hell you’ve been way closer but for some reason, the way that he’s looking at you right now, like he can’t wait to get his hands on you, like he can’t wait to put his mouth on you… It’s all very intense.

“I already told you… I can’t.”

“You can’t or you just won’t?” He asks you. His question kind of catches you off guard because he’s sort of got a point…

It’s not that you can’t go over to their dorm on Friday night or that you don’t want to… It’s just that you don’t think it’d be the smartest thing to do with the word load you have on your table right now… “Darling.” Tae calls… He can tell by the expression on your face that you are playing with the idea of coming over, in your head. “Hmm?” You hum, looking into his eyes. This time, you’re the one to catch him staring at your lips.

Somehow the two of you have gotten so close to each other that your faces are inches apart. You can feel his breath fanning over you as he speaks. “What do I have to do to change your mind?” He questions, seductively. His voice is as smooth and raw as honey. If lust had a sound, it’d be they way Taehyung is speaking to you right now... The tingle in your core seems to get stronger the more he talks.

You look at his lips one last time and because you can’t resist him any longer, “Kiss me.” is all you mange to say.

Tae is on you in seconds. He smirks as his lips collide with the softness and warmth of your own.

Kisses with Taehyung always start off slow… Slow and sweet and extremely passionate and today is no different. He sucks on your bottom lip slowly and you moan at the feeling. “Mmm.” He moans along with you. He loves how plump your bottom lip is and the way it bounces back into place when he lets it go.

Tae takes his hands off the counter and grabs your arms, that are still awkwardly at your sides to place them on his shoulders. You instantly wrap them around his neck and pull him closer. You run your fingers through the blue locks at the back of his head and gently grip them.

You had been so thrown off by his lips on yours that you had forgotten what do with the rest of your body.

The two of you are chest to chest as his hands caress your sides. You slide your tongue across his bottom lip, hoping that he’ll get the hint and sure enough he does, opening his mouth for you to slip your tongue in. The two of you swirl your tongues around each others, the feeling is sensual and sexy and is slightly overwhelming your senses but you can’t stop.

Another minute passes and Tae pulls away from devouring your mouth so the two of you can catch your breaths. “So...” He says breathlessly. You lean forward and peck his lips again, wanting to taste more of him. He smiles against your mouth before speaking, “Is that a yes?” He asks with his lips against yours and you giggle… It seems the man in front of you is adamant in getting you to agree to come over and if you weren’t so horny and now, so extremely wet, you’d tell him off but unfortunately (or mayhaps, fortunately?), you are both of those things and it doesn’t help that Taehyung has decided to drag his mouth from yours to the sweet spot where your neck and shoulders meet, peppering kisses and sucking harshly on the skin there.

“Oh god,” You mumble to yourself.

It feels so good.

“Darling?” Tae calls you as your eyes flutter closed. You tilt your head to the side, giving him more space to work. “Hmm?” You can only give him a hum of a response because you think your brain is too clouded with lust to form a coherent sentence… So you just don’t.

“You didn’t answer my question,” He reminds you. His warm tongue runs over the patch of skin he’d previously sucked on. “What was it again?” You ask, having genuinely forgot what it was… He chuckles and slides his hands from around your waist down to your lower back, they rest there for a second or two before he moves on, sliding his hands over the curve of your ass. He grips it firmly and you gasps at the feeling “I said...” He begins. “Is that a yes… To coming over?” He pulls away from your neck to look at your face.

Tae’s heart beats rapidly and the tightness in his boxers increases when he sees the look on your face. He always thinks you look beautiful but even more so when your eyes are filled with desire, much like they are now. He could just eat you up... And he will.

“No.” You say, bringing the man in front of you out of his trance. He raises his eyebrow at you and you try to hold back a smug smirk from forming on your face. “No?” He asks, wanting to make sure he heard you correctly.

“Nope.” You confirm, popping your ‘p’ and shaking your head.

“Hmm,” He hums. You can tell by his tone that he knows you’re just giving him a hard time and he definitely doesn’t mind playing along. “I guess that means I’m gonna have to work a little harder to get you to say yes huh?” He questions you and you smile sweetly at him, “Bingo.” You say matter-of-factly.

He knows exactly what you want.

A sudden mischievous smile graces his lips before his mouth is crashing on to yours again. Slow and sweet kisses will no longer suffice for such a moment between the two of you.... Everything now is fast and sloppy and so so good.

You moan as Taehyung’s tongue pushes into your mouth. He tastes as delicious as the first time he kissed you and you swear you could loose yourself in his mouth alone.

His hands come down to grip your thighs. “Up.” He grumbles in your mouth and you jump slightly, so that he can effortlessly lift you off the floor and on to the countertop. You can feel the groceries behind you, uncomfortably pressing against your lower back. You remove your hands from around Taehyung’s neck and bring them behind you to push the groceries out of your way so you have more room to move around… The whole time you’re doing this, your lips never leave his.

The sounds of heavy breathing and wet kisses fill the space around you... Also the sound of your favorite bag of chips hitting the hardwood floor but you have no time to dwell on that, not when one of your gorgeous boyfriends is making a mess of your panties and he doesn’t even know it…

Now with Taehyung in between your legs, you can feel how hard he is. He’s pressing himself closer to you and the sudden urge to feel and taste his cock is strong.

Your hand is down his sweatpants and past his boxers before you know it. “Oh fuck,” He grunts as you grip his hard cock in your small hand.

You don’t hold back, beginning to stroke him as best you can from where you’re sitting. The angle is a little weird and slightly uncomfortable for you and there’s a bit of restraint from his boxers and sweats still being on him but he seems to be enjoying it from the way his mouth has fallen open and his eyes are fluttering open and closed. “Feels good?” You ask, wanting to hear praises from him. “I-I’m... Fuck...” He’s struggling to get the words out and that is a boost to your pride, if any. You love that you can turn him into a puddy from just your hands. “I’m s-supposed to b-be making you f-feel good.” He finally get the words out and you smile.

You think it’s so sweet that he’s thinking about making you feel good whilst your hands are on his cock.

“We can take turns baby.” You remind him before you grab him by the collar of his shirt with your free hand and plant your mouth on his again. The kiss is all teeth and tongue as you continue to pump his length... You use your thumb to spread the precum over the head of his dick. “Y/n...” Taehyung breathes your actual name for the first time since he’s stepped into your apartment. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum in my pants.” He warns you but that only encourages you to go faster.

You stroke his length with determination.

Your end goal is to get him to bust a nut…

Right here…

In your kitchen…

In his boxers…

While you watch…

You want to make a mess out of him.

“But isn’t that what you want baby?” You tease him. “To cum, right here in my hand.” Your voice is innocent but your words are so dirty that Taehyung can only growl at you in response before throwing his head back. “Fuck, your hand feels so fucking good around me.” He says through gritted teeth. “My mouth would feel better but we’ll get to that later.” You continue to pump his cock. Your pace goes from slow and steady to fast and hard and it’s making Taehyung loose his fucking mind.

From the way his dick twitches and the way his face is screwed up in pleasure, you know he’s already about to cum. “Are you close my love?” You ask him sweetly and his heart feels like it might explode. The fact that you can switch from being so dirty to so soft and sweet while you rub him off, really throws him for a loop. You are truly the best of both worlds.

“Yes...” He groans, finally bringing his head down to lock eyes with you and you bite your lip at the sight in front of you.

You don’t realize it but your hips are desperately gliding back and forth on the countertop, trying to get whatever friction you can… Even if its just the dull shift of your wet underwear rubbing against your folds every now and then… It’s better than nothing at all. Your boyfriend takes note of this, feeling a little guilty, as he was the one who was supposed to be getting you off but instead, here you are giving him, probably the best handjob of his life. He’ll have to make up for it later but right now, he can only focus on the fact that he’s about to cream his pants.

“Oh God, please Y/n...” He calls out, his eyes haven’t left yours. The both of you are staring at each other so intensely that it feels impossible to look away. “What my love?” You ask him. You twist your hand around his throbbing cock as you continue to stroke him up and down rapidly. Your arm is about to fall off because of the constant change in speed but you refuse to slow down. “Please don’t stop.” He begs you, his voice strained. “I won’t… Not until you cum for me,” You promise him.

“Are you gonna cum for me Tae?” You feel his dick twitch for the second time after you speak.

Your mouth starts to water at thought of how pretty his cock must look right now. So thick and veiny and probably tinted a pretty shade of pink… You wish you had taken it out of his pants before going to town on it so you could see it in action… You were too eager but it’s okay... You’ll have a better view of it, once you get your face down there to suck him off.

“Oh f-fuck!” He groans loudly, halting your fantasies about his dick. “I-I’m cumming,” He stutters out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his mouth falls into a perfect ‘o’ shape. Your hand strokes him relentlessly for a few more minutes before you feel it... Tae releases his load all over your hand while your name falls from his lips repeatedly. You continue to pump him through his release, your thumb rubs over the sensitive head of his cock and he flinches at the feeling. “Shit...” He says and you giggle, before pulling your hand out of his boxers. The back of your hand is shiny and wet with his cum… Instead of letting it go to waste, you decide to give him a show... You look him in the eyes and lick the mess he’s made off the back of your hand... You’re not sure how sexy you look, licking your skin like a fucking cat would their fur, but Tae seems to be enjoying it and that all that matter.

“Holy shit...” He says once you’re done, he comes towards you at full speed, lips colliding for the third time tonight.

Taehyung places his hands under your thighs, guiding you to wrap them around his waist. Once you do, he hastily picks you up and you squeal as he carries you over the couch. He basically throws you down on it… Thank God, you got a bigger one. The little two seater you had before would never work for what the two of you are about to do…

Your boyfriend moves swiftly to help you pull your shirt off over you head and you have to laugh at how eager he seems to be. “Whats so funny?” He questions and you smile. “You’re just really cute when you’re needy.” You tease him and he scrunches his face in disapproval, making him appear even cuter than before. “I’m about to bury my face in your cunt and you’re calling me cute?” He says in disbelief. “Well, you are…” You simply shrug your shoulders with smirk on your face. “Shut up and get your pants off.” He says somewhat playfully before pulling his own shirt over his head. Your eyes land on his tan skin and his pretty collarbones.. You’re sure your drooling now at how good he looks above you shirtless and dark eyed with his pretty blue locks cascading over his forehead…

He looks un-fucking-real…

You begin unbutton your jeans but apparently you weren’t moving fast enough for Tae’s liking which seems to be a recurring theme whenever you’re about to get it on with one or more of your boyfriends… Taehyung impatiently moves your hands out of the way to unbutton your jeans himself so instead you work on your sports bra which actually doesn’t require much work at all… It isn’t the cutest one you own but it does have a zipper down the front which makes the removal process much easier and for that, you are thankful. You unzip the bra and slide it off your shoulders before dropping it on the floor beside the couch. You can’t stop your hands from caressing the tops of your breast then running your palms over your hard nipples. Tae’s hands would feel better but, he’s busy pulling your pants down past your hips. You lift yourself off the couch to help him get them off you. When they’re off completely, he takes the clothing and tosses them somewhere behind him. “Jesus,” He says as his eyes meet the large damp spot on your navy blue panties… “You were this wet the whole time?” He asks, looking up at you and you nod in response.

“Please take care of it Tae…” You plead… Now that he’s brought it up, the wet, stickiness between your legs is starting to get uncomfortable and since he’s the cause of it, it’s only right that he fixes it. “I’d love to.” He tells you before leaning down to press kisses on your stomach, right above the waistband of your panties. You bite your lip and look down at him, both your heart and your pussy are throbbing in anticipation for what is about to happen.

Taehyung takes a chance and peaks up at your through his lashes… You are a sight to behold, laying here, so prettily and patiently waiting for him to make his next move… He thinks it’d be so easy to tease you and make you whine underneath him but he’s not a selfish lover and he desperately wants to repay you for the nut you made him bust not too long ago. He kisses the damp spot on your panties before looping his fingers in the sides of them. He pulls them down slowly and as your pretty cunt comes into view, he licks his lips. He can’t wait to taste you. “Hurry.” Your voice is soft and very desperate. “Sorry Darling, I just was admiring you…” He confesses and your face heats up right away.

Oh god, this man is going to be the death of me.

He pulls your panties off the rest of the way and tosses them in the same way he did your jeans, he then begins placing kisses one by one on each of your thighs… He takes his time, stopping every so often to suckle on your smooth skin… It feels amazing but you are loosing your patience. You whine out his name and he chuckles… After he just told himself, he wouldn’t tease… He can’t help it though, he just love to take his time with you.

Tae positions himself more comfortably between your legs, hooking his arms under your thighs and spreading you open wider. He starts by licking a stripe from the bottom of your core to the top, just to get a taste. The tip of his tongue hits against your clit and you sigh at the feeling. Taehyung groans in delight when the taste of you glide across his tongue, igniting a fire in him to taste more. He flattens his tongue over your folds, licking his way back down before pushing the wet muscle between them. Your breathing is already starting to become rugged, the small pants leaving your lips are enough to boost Tae’s ego and he’s only just getting started.

Gripping your thighs tighter to bring you even closer to his mouth, he begins lapping his tongue between your wet lips and your mouth falls open at his ministration. The back of your head gently hits the arm rest of the couch when Tae’s tongue hits your clit for a second time, this time he lets it stay there, rolling it over your harden bud slowly just before he sucks it into his mouth. “F-fucking hell..” You nearly screech out. His lips are locked around your clit and you can feel his jaw rubbing against your folds while his nose is pressed to the skin at the top of your cunt. You glance down to find his gaze is already on you. For a brief minute, you are able to see that his eyes are glossed over with lust before the flutter closed in pure bliss.

The fact that he loves eating you out just as much as you love getting eaten out is just…. *chef kisses*

You push your hands in his hair and grip from the roots, he grunts causing a small wave of pleasure to vibrate over your clit. “F-fuck!” You moan out, arching your back. Taehyung sneakily removes a hand from under your thigh, bringing it up to your wet pussy. He swiftly slides a finger in without warning, causing you to yelp and arch your back, “Oh my god…” You say breathlessly. He begins pumping his finger in and out of you slowly, his mouth never wavering. He sucks on your sensitive bud like it’s his favorite candy.

Taehyung adds a second finger to your dripping heat and you clench tightly around them. He groans louder around your clit at the thought of you clenching around his cock instead. He knows he’d fit snuggly inside you and he can’t wait to feel your warmth and wetness engulf him but for now, he wants you to cum on his tongue. You taste so sweet and you’re so wet for him that he might just end up staying down between you thighs forever. “So sweet.” He mumbles exactly what he’s was thinking, over your clit. He then uses his tongue again, twisting the muscle in a circular motion around your clit while he steadily pumps his fingers in and out of you. You grab hold of your breast and pinch your nipples between the tips of your fingers to increase your pleasure.

Your body is on fire… You can fill that familiar coil in your stomach starting to turn and he can sense it too… Almost as if he’s is in tune with your body… Not to mention the way you keep pulsating around his fingers. “Your close..” Tae mumbles, only loud enough for himself to hear. “C’mon Darling.” He mumbles again, in the same tone as he takes his mouth off your clit…

You can hear him talking but it’s almost like you’re under water… The pleasure is deliciously overwhelming and all you can think about it cumming hard all over his mouth and fingers… You’re so close to that sweet release, it’s unbelievable…

Now that his mouth is off your clit, Taehyung can focus on the look on your face. “Beautiful.” He, once again, mumbles to himself.

He’ll never get tired of seeing you like this. Never, ever.

He blows air over your aching bundle of nerves while he watches you become a quivering mess right before his eyes.

The moment when he decides to curl his fingers up inside you, moving them back and forth as the tips of his fingers graze across that spot, is all it takes to send you into a frenzy. “Jesus, right t-there! P-please don’t stop!” You exclaim. He pops his head up further, the entire area around his mouth and his chin are g l i s t e n i n g with your juices. “Right here?” He asks, grazing his fingers over the same spot again. The way his words fall off of his lips combined with how he’s looking at you should be fucking illegal. “Yes, yes, yes!” You squeal as you orgasm begins blazing a trail through you body. “Oh fuck,” Tae groans, as he feels your fluids run down his palm… In an instant his mouth is back on your clit. He sucks your clit, mercilessly and the overstimulation causes tears to pool in the corner of you eyes. You try to push his head away from your aching cunt but he won’t budge.

“Ah-h T-Tae wait, p-please.” You beg him.

“I-I c-can’t!” You blurt out and he finally releases you from his mouth but his fingers stay in you just a little longer, pumping you as you come down from your high.

The wet sound of Tae pulling is fingers out of your cunt is sensitive to your ears. He licks his fingers clean the leans forward to kiss you and you’re able to taste yourself on his tongue, which causes another moan to escape you. “Do you think… You can take my cock right now Darling?” He asks in between sloppy kisses. “I need to be inside you.” He admits and all you can give him is a nod of your head. “Are you sure?” He questions. He doesn’t want to pressure you or make you feel like you have to do anything you’re not up for… He just really wants to feel you wrapped around him.

“Yes.” Your voice is hoarse and barely audible but he hears you...

Taehyung kisses you once more the leans up, you can make out the imprint of his hard member through his sweatpants, you can also see a few dry patches of cum from earlier and your mouth salivates for the hundredth time tonight.

When the blue haired boy above you pushes his sweatpants and boxers down in one go, his dick springs free and your eyes light up when you see the glossy, pink tip…

Just as you remembered, it is gorgeous… He is gorgeous.

You don’t get enough time to admire it because he is positioning himself between your legs again. “Ready?” He asks you sweetly and respond by leaning up to place your lips on his again. “Give it to me.” You encourage him and that’s all he needs to hear before slowly pushing himself inside you… No foreplay, no teasing… Just straight to the point. The both of you gasps into each others mouths when your warm walls engulf his thick cock for the first time in a while…

“Jesus…” He calls out and you fall back on to the couch, not having the energy to hold yourself up anymore. He begins with slow strokes, like he usually does. He leans down to meet your mouth again, repeatedly kissing you. “I love you.” He confesses and your heart does backflips, like it always does when they say those three words to you.

“I love you.” You say back to him whilst his hips start to pick up the pace. His mouths falls on to your chest, peppering kisses on the valley between your breast before it comes to hover over one of your nipples. He pokes his tongue out and flicks it over your nip and you moan his name loudly as your eyes flutter closed.

Tae pulls out of you, leaving just the head of his cock inside your warm, wet center. He mouth comes down and closes around your harden nipple… He doesn’t hesitate to suck it into his mouth right before he pushes back into you. “F-fuck.” You shout as your hands tangle in his hair yet again. He begins stroking into you at rapid speed…

Your moans must’ve set him off…

It’s almost like a flip was switched…

The way he’s ponding into you now is total contrast to how soft and gentle he was being earlier… Not that you’re complaining. “T-Taehyung!” You scream and he finally lifts his mouth from off your nipple, making sure to release it with a pop. He leans up and you’re able to see the beads of sweat rolling down his golden skin. He grabs hold of your legs, wrapping them securely around his waist.

“Scream my name again Darling.” He commands as he grabs onto your hips for support. “Taehyung!!” You scream again when he hits a particularly sweet spot inside of you. “You’re so good to me baby! I love your cock so much.” You praise him and he smirks… The man thrives off of your praises.

Tae bucks his hips faster, you lift your own up to meet his thrusts. Your skins slapping against each other mixed with your heavy panting is one of the prettiest sounds you’ve heard and you don’t want it to end but you don’t think that you’ll last much longer… And from the way that Tae’s head is thrown back, how his grip on you is getting a lot tighter, and the way his adam’s apple bobs in his throat, you know he’s close too.

“Are you gonna cum with me Darling?” His voice is raw and he sounds so fucked out that it makes your pussy lips quiver…

“Y-yes, yes I-I’m so close baby.”

“Argh! M-Me too,”

“Give it to me Tae, please..”

You hear him mumble another curse word under his breath and his thrust begin to stagger a bit before his releases his load into you… It takes you a little longer to reach your second orgasm but Tae doesn’t stop fucking you until you do, even with exhaustion starting to settle into his bones, he rubs your clit and continues stroking his dick inside you until you cum all over him…

Soon after your release, Taehyung collapses on top of you, trying his hardest to catch a breath. His eyes fall shut as he rests his head on your shoulder while you lazily run your hands through his damp hair. It’s quiet between the two of for quite a while… You’re both in post-amazing-sex bliss and are just enjoying being in each other embrace.

You think that Tae has fallen asleep because his body is limp on yours, he’s resting most of his weight on you and his breathing is steady but then you hear his slightly muffled voice say:

“So we’ll see you Friday night then?”

You toss your head back and burst into fits of giggles.

“This guy…” You mumble to yourself, whilst shaking your head with the fondest smile on your face.

What am I going to do with you Mr. Kim Taehyung?

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F R I D A Y N I G H T

You arrive at the boys dorm at eight o’clock on the dot, like you were told. Stepping up to the front door, you quickly type your code into the keypad, the door beeps and you twist the knob and push it open before stepping inside. All the lights in the dorm were off, expect for the one in kitchen which casted a dim light into the rest of the open space. It seems like no one is home but that couldn’t be the case... Surely Tae wouldn’t have invited you to an empty dorm and furthermore, you texted him less than twenty-five minutes ago to let him know you were on your way so he had to be home.

“Where is everyone?” You mumbled aloud to yourself.

Just as you pull your phone out to give Taehyung a call, you are startled by the sound of the toilet flushing. You whip your body around to face the bathroom door. You then hear the sink running. “Taehyung?” You call out but there is no answer. The sink is still running as you walk closer to the door. “Hello?” You call out again, a little louder and closer this time when suddenly the sink turns off and the door is being swung open. You are greeted by a pair of sparkly, yet startled brown eyes. “Oh!” Tae says placing his hand over his heart in shock. “Shit, you scared me.” He says, sounding like someone has knocked the wind out of him. You smirk, doing your best to hold your laughter in.

“I was calling your name...” You informed him.

“I’m sorry Darling,” Taehyung steps up to you and wraps his arms around your waist before pulling you into him. You place your hands on his chest to stable yourself. Your faces are inches apart, much like they were two days prior. “Hello beautiful.” He says sweetly. You feel heat rise to your cheeks at the compliment he gives.

Will you ever get used to all the compliments and affection these men throw at you? Probably not.

With the sudden urge to kiss the man in front of you. You lean in to close the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips to his. He instantly melts into you. With his arms securely wrapped around your waist, he pulls you closer.

The kiss begins to heat up. His hands begin roaming your body, slipping from around your waist to lay them on the small of your back. His lips are so soft today and you find it incredibly hard to pull away from him but you do before things go any further.

You reluctantly pull your lips away from Tae’s and he eagerly chases after you, always wanting more.

“Slow down tiger,” You say jokingly as you put your hands on his chest to prevent him from getting another kiss out of you.

“I’ve missed you.” He confesses and you can’t wipe the stupid grin off your face… “Tae, we literally saw each other two days ago.” You remind him and he scoffs. “Why can’t you just say it back… You’re turning into Hyung.” He tells you, his tone bitter. You laugh, instantly knowing exactly which Hyung he’s talking about. “Leave Yoongs out of this.” You say, poking his chest playfully. “Speaking of Yoongs…. Where is he?” You say, looking around at what seems to be an empty dorm. “Where is everyone and why is it so quiet in here?” You ask curiously.

Upon hearing your questions, a mischievous smirk graces face.

“What?” You ask, suddenly suspicious.

“Come, I wanna show you something.” Tae removes his arms from around your waist to grab hold of your hand.

“Show me what?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Hearing those three words cause a irritable groan to escape your lips. You hate surprises, really hate them…

You start to have flashbacks of the amount of times you’ve voiced your distaste for surprises and it had to be over twenty… Taehyung should know better. “Tae, did you forget that I don’t like surprises...” You remind him. “C’mon, stop being difficult,” He begins tugging you towards the front door but you are resisting. “And close your eyes.” He instructs you. “Oh God, no.” You pout, stomping your foot like a child. “I don’t wanna go.” You whine.

“Hey, stopping being a brat.” He says, sounding somewhat annoyed with you… “Just close your eyes.” He adds. ”You close your eyes...” You mumble under breath… Tae hears you and laugh at your immature comeback.

“If I close my eyes we’re both screwed, don’t you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“Okay then, close your eyes. I’m not leading you into danger... I promise.”

You scrunch your face up in discomfort… “That doesn’t make me feel any better flex but okay.” Your remark once again causes more laughter to erupt from Tae. “What am I gonna do with you?” He mumbles more to himself but you still hear him, you’re too worried about where he’s taking you to comment.

After a few seconds of hesitating, you finally close your eyes. “Ready?” You can feel Tae looking at you so you nod your head in response. “No peaking.” He warns you as he start moving again with your hand locked in his. Your free hand moves around in front of you… You use it to prevent yourself from running into anything. As you start to follow Tae further into the unknown, holding on to him for dare life, you take a chance and pry your left eye open. Just as you do, he turn around to check on you. “Hey!” He exclaims and you close your eye just as quickly as you opened it but it’s too late… You’ve already been caught.

“I said no peaking.”

“I didn’t see anything and we’ve barely moved an inch,”

Tae sighs before letting go of your hand. “Wait here.” He says, before jogging down the hallway. “Where are you going?” You call after him and get no response in return. You roll eyes and wait, anxiously shifting side to side.

It takes him all of five minutes to finally make his way back down the hall to you. You raise a curious brow at him when you realize there is something in his hand. He holds the item up, letting you get a better look at it. “A tie?” You question, looking at the funky patterned accessory dangling from his hand. “I couldn’t find a mask or scarf… This will have to do.” Taehyung walks around you. “What are you doing?” You ask frantically. “Blind folding you idiot, since you can’t follow instructions.” He says nonchalantly. “Hey!” You turn around to hit his chest and he huffs out a breathy laugh at the contact. “I was kidding!” He tells you, before lifting the tie up to place it over your head then in front of your face. “Turn around.” He instructs you and you sigh before obeying his request. You decide not to argue with him anymore… The quicker you put the blind fold on, the quicker you’ll be able to get it off… Hopefully.

Tae securely ties the fabric over your eyes, making sure the large part isn’t covering your nose. “Are you okay?” He asks after stepping to the front of you and you know. “I guess..” You shrug and you can hear him chuckle. “Can you see me?” He questions. You can’t see him but you can feel him moving around in front of you, probably dancing or making weird faces.

“No Tae… Can we hurry up and do this… I wanna take this off.”

“Ok, ok.”

Taehyung finally grabs your hand and starts moving. You decided to grab onto the length of his arm, rather than just his hand. The closer you are to him, the safer you feel… And also if he decides to try and throw you down into a ditch, you’ll be able to pull him down with you with how tightly your holding on to him.

You hear the sound of the front door being unlocked. “We’re going out?” You ask, nervously. “Yes Darling, but not far.” He assures you and your nerves calm down just bit. You know you’ve stepped out of the apartment when the cooler air of the hallway hits your skin. You hear the door of the dorm shut behind you and the beep of the keypad, indicating that it is locked. “Come.” Tae’s deep voice is comforting as he continues to guide you to your destination. You walk for a short period of time before briefly stopping so that Tae can open, what sounds like, another door. “We’re going up the stairs now.” He warns you. His voice is echoing in space you’re in and you body get goose bumps, not only from the chill in the air but also when you think of all the horrible scenarios that could happen while you’re blind folded.

“Y/n?” Tae pulls you out of your own head.

“Hm?” You respond shakily and he laughs. “Why are you being so dramatic?” He questions in amusement. “I’m not.” You protest and you can’t see him but you feel like he might’ve just shook his head at you. “You’ve gotta step up, okay? The first step is right in front of you.” He explains to you and you awkwardly lift your leg up and forward just a bit before putting it back down on the step.

With Tae’s help, you are able to make it up three flights of stairs. You’re tired and out of breath by the end of it. “I’m not in the right shape for this.” You complain and Taehyung chuckles. “You’re shape is perfect.” He says sweetly, the heat that rushes to your cheeks is evident but if Tae noticed, he doesn’t say anything.

“Are we here?”

“Yes.”

“Can I take the blind fold off?”

“Not yet.”

You can feel Taehyung shifting around you for a bit, then you hear another door being open and another b rush of cool air slaps you in the face… “Ooo.” You say wrapping your arms around yourself. It’s not freezing cold but it’s the start of September and the weather is starting to change from summer to fall so it’s a little chilly.

Taehyung puts his hands on your shoulders and nudges you throw the door way. The rest of you boyfriends are watching you amusingly as you put your hands in front of you in attempt to feel out your surroundings.

Jungkook is trying his hardest not to laugh out loud at how ridiculous you look flailing your arms about. Yoongi takes a little break from grilling the meat in front of him to glance at you and a fond smile graces his face when he does.

“Is someone cooking beef?” You say out loud. Jimin and Namjoon’s eyes widen when pick up on the smell so easily. “It smells like a barbecue.” You admit and you can hear what you thought was muffled laughing in the distance but you’re not sure… You know it isn’t Taehyung because he’s right beside you. “Ok, I’m gonna take the blind fold off but you’ve gotta keep your eyes closed until I say…” He says. “Okay.” You respond, happy to just be able to get the fabric from over your eyes.

Tae stands behind you and begins untying the blind fold. He is looking at his members with a knowing smirk as he does so. “Keep your eyes closed.” He says, as the blind fold falls from over you eyes.

“Okay, ready?” Tae questions and you nod your head. “Open your eyes,” He whispers in your ear and you do immediately

“Oh my god.” You gasps, placing your hand over your mouth in awe.

“Surprise!” All seven of your boyfriends shout in unison. Before you know it, your eyes are beginning to pool with tears.

The sight in front of you isn’t what you were expecting.

You are on the rooftop of the boys dorms, it is completely decked out with fairy lights and streamers. There’s a wooden bench off to the side with an array of foods displayed. There a cute little tent made of sheets and filled with what looks like the softest and fluffiest pillows and blankets, right across from a huge portable projection screen.

There is a Disney movie already cue up… You’re not sure which on it is but, the blue screen with the infamous white castle is ever present.

“Are you crying?” Taehyung suddenly asks, as he leans down to match your height so he can get a better look at your face. “No..” You lie, trying to subtly wipe away yours tears. “Aw~ My baby,” Jimin coos before he jogs over to you. He wraps his arms around you, engulfing you in a big bear hug and you sniffle, before hugging him back. “Please, don’t cry Princess... Our hearts will break if you cry.” Jin pouts as he shuffles over to both you and Jimin, wrapping his arms around the both of you for a mini group hug. “Me too!” Jungkook shouts as he runs over to the three of you. He tries his best to wrap his arms around all of you, snuggling close to Jin first and resting his head on the older male’s back.

“I-I c-can’t believe y-you guys did t-this…” You’re a stuttering mess and it doesn’t help that your words come out extremely muffled because of all the bodies smothering your own. Jimin laughs because he isn’t able to hear exactly what you said but the shakiness of your voice is adorable. “What was that Baby?” He asks, moving back a little to give you room to speak but his arms are still securely around you.

“Ok, I don’t think she can breathe… You all have to give her room.” Namjoon is amused at the display of affection in front of him. Jimin, Jungkook and Jin back away from you, giving you breathing space and when you finally look up to greet them, your eyes are puffy and red and your nose is slightly snotty. “Aww.” You can hear Hoseok say from across the room. He had been busy fixing one of the fairy lights and hadn’t gotten a chance to see you properly. Now, here you are, a snotty nose mess in front of him and all it makes him want to do is hold you close in his arms until you’re done crying.

“I can’t believe you guys did this…” You repeat yourself, this time a little more clearly. “We felt really bad about missing movie night,” Taehyung, who has now made himself comfortable in the pile of pillows and blankets at the side of you, confesses. “But I told you it was okay.” You say, voice still trembling.

“Yes, we know thats what you said…” Hoseok starts. “But it wasn’t how you felt.” He adds.

“Yeah, we’re really sorry Princess.” Jin chimes in. “We know you were really looking forward to that night and we hate that we disappointed you by missing it.” He continues. You smile and grab his hand. You can see the guilt in his eyes, but you don’t want him to feel that way. “But all of this?” You say, looking around. “Not that I don’t love all of this but, isn’t it too much?” You ask shyly and by ‘too much’, you mean ‘too much for little ole you’…

“It’s not enough!” Jimin exclaims and the rest of the boys chuckle. “This was all Jimin and Taehyung’s idea.” Namjoon admits. “Yeah and you know they don’t do anything half assed.” Yoongi adds as he takes the last few pieces off meat off grill to put them on a plate. You nod your head in agreement. “Thank you guys for this… It’s perfect.” You say truthfully. You’re sure the boys can hear in your words, how moved you are. Your chest feels like it could explode at any minute. “Anything for you Angel.” Hoseok is staring at you like you’re his whole world and it only makes your heart flutter more. “Let’s eat kids before the food gets cold… Then we can watch the movie.” Yoongi suggests as he takes a seat on the bench. The rest of you follow suit, gathering at the table. “What movie is it?” You ask after sitting down in between Namjoon and Jin. “Astro cats or something like that…” Yoongi shrugs his shoulder and you laugh knowingly. “Its Aristocats and excellent choice.” You tell him excitedly before digging into the food like the rest of the boys.

This is way better than the movie night you had planned and you can’t believe the lengths these men will go to make sure you’re okay. You almost feel like you don’t deserve it but you would never say that thought out loud as you know they’d scold you for even thinking it.

Just like always, you are feeling extremely blessed to be loved by such caring and considerate men and you are convinced that you are indeed, the luckiest woman in the world to have all seven of them by your side.

#bts smut #bts x reader #bts x fem reader #bts ot7 x reader #bts ot7 #ot7 #bts fanfiction #bts fan fic #bts fluff

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thekytchensynk · 4 years ago

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Class Project (Fictober Prompt 31)

Prompt number: 31

Fanfiction Fandom: Mairimashita! Iruma-Kun

Rating: G

Warnings:No warnings

Read this story at AO3

Pairing up for classwork had always been something Iruma kind of dreaded in the human world. It wasn’t that his classmates were bad, exactly, when he was able to go to school. Some of them were mean, and a lot of them were … fine. They were fine. Sometimes they were nice, but most of them were polite to him. It was just a function of time. He never got to stay long, so no one had a chance to get to know him. So no one wanted to pair up with him. They would, when the teacher made them. And they’d mostly be nice about it. But it wasn’t a situation anyone actually looked forward to.

So it felt weird to realize, as Kalegc-sensei told the class they’d be pairing off for a practical exercise, that Iruma was kind of looking forward to it.

“This is a concentration exercise,” the teacher said, pacing in front of the classroom. “In groups of two, you will attempt to hatch these.” And with a minimalistic movement, he whipped a cloth off of a small box in the corner of the room. Inside were dozens of eggs, each maybe a little larger than a hen’s egg.

The class looked at this revelation in silence for a few long seconds before Lied asked, “Eggs?”

“Minokawa eggs,” their teacher specified, seeming irritated by the inexact question. “As I said, you will pair off and attempt to hatch one egg per pair. They will be raised by the magical creatures battler, and released into the forest eventually to help rebuild their population.

“Aww!” Elizabetta cooed.

“But sir,” Az said, raising his hand. “Aren’t minokawa meant to be huge? These eggs look so small.”

“Surprisingly enough, when creatures are babies, they tend to be smaller than when they are fully grown,” Kalego answered drily.

Iruma listened to the chatter with half an ear. Splitting off in pairs. He wished it were groups of three. That would really make this a fun thing, if he could pair up with Clara and Az to-

“Because of the odd numbers, there will be one group of three,” their teacher said, as though reading his mind. His heart did a little excited leap. So they might be able to-

Something clattered to the table in front of him. Startled, Iruma picked it up. It was a small, flat piece of wood with a number on it. Their teacher walked through the room, leaving one in front of each student. Once done, he walked back to the center front of the room.

“Find the student whose number matches yours,” he said. “That will be your partner for this exercise. You have three hours. Go.”

Iruma glanced at his number. Three. Other students were milling around, chatting with one another or calling out their numbers, and pairs were quickly forming. Who else was three? He was about to call his own number out when a massive hand was suddenly in his face, holding one of the number tokens. It looked tiny in his hand. Iruma looked up, though he already knew who it had to be. No one else in class had quite that build.

“You are three?” Sabnock asked.

“Yeah!” Iruma said, holding his own number up.

“Well then. Let’s hatch this bird. It should be a simple task for the two of us, eh?”

“Yeah,” Iruma said, trailing along after his project partner as they went up to get an egg.

“You don’t have to stay in the room for this,” Kalego said over their chatter. “Just be back here for the end of class.”

Ten minutes later, the pair of them were sitting in the grass, side by side, staring at the little egg on the ground in front of them. Its shell was a very pretty deep red, with crimson flecks. When Iruma held the egg, he could feel the little creature inside moving around. But he wasn’t sure how you hatched an egg. Weren’t they supposed to just … hatch on their own? When they got warm?

“Hatching a little thing like this shouldn’t be too hard,” Sabnock said, echoing Iruma’s own thoughts without realizing. “But I suppose we can’t just rip it out. The teacher said it was a concentration exercise. Concentration…”

“Maybe we need to warm it up?” Iruma asked.

“Hm,” Sabnock said thoughtfully. Then he picked the egg up and stood up. “Well then,” he said. “Let’s try in the kitchen. There must be fire there.”

Wait, what? “Wait!” Iruma called, scrambling to his feet. “Are you sure that’s safe? What if we roast the little guy?”

Sabnock laughed. ‘A little fire cannot hurt a minokawa,” he said. “They are massive birds, powerful birds. It’s said the first of the minokawa tried to eat the full moon, and planned to eat all the humans afterward. But the demon king at that time, she went up and grabbed the bird to prevent it from eating all the humans and taking them from the rest of demonkind. She dragged it back to the demon realm, and fought it, and defeated it, and it grew smaller again in deference to her.”

“How much smaller?” Iruma asked. Sabnock considered this.

“Smaller than the guardian,” he said at last. Which, to be frank, didn’t narrow it down all that much.

In the kitchen, they got permission to use the fire. When they heard that the students wanted it for, the demons cleaning up exchanged looks with one another.

“Well, do what you like,” one of them said. “Be careful when you pull it out. It’ll be hot.”

They were not wrong. The egg, in the fire, turned a bright cherry red with the heat. They left it for a while, then carefully pulled it out of the embers and let it cool. Once the glow subsided, Sabnock tapped on the shell.

The bird tapped back.

“It’s alive,” Iruma said, relieved. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Sabnock when he said the fire would be fine -- he’d know better, after all -- but there had still been a part of him holding its breath.

“Maybe we just need to help it get out,” Sabnock said. He picked up the egg, examined it closely, then delicately grabbed either end with his hands and started to twist.

Iruma watched this a moment before venturing, “Uh, Sabnock? What are you-”

“Letting it out,” he replied. “Opening the egg without hurting the creature would take a lot of concentration, right?”

“I guess that makes sense,” Iruma said. He didn’t have any better ideas. So Sabnock tried.

And tried.

And eventually, he handed the egg back to Iruma. “It’s not working,” he said. “The creature wants to stay in there, I guess.”

Iruma held the egg in both hands and peered at it. He could still feel the little thing, squirming and wriggling inside. It still seemed healthy, and moreover, it seemed like it wanted to come out. If breaking the egg open wasn’t the answer, then the bird must be able to get out on its own. So what...

“Oh!” Iruma said softly, as a thought occurred.

Sabnock sat down beside him and said, “Have you discovered something?”

“I have an idea, but it’s kinda stupid,” Iruma said.

Sabnock shook his head. “Rival. I trust you. If you have an idea, let us try it.”

“Well… if the bird wants to eat the moon, maybe we need to give it a little moon? As a sort of lure?”

Another thoughtful pause. Then Sabnock smiled. “Let’s do it. Mayhaps the creature is hungry.”

With that, the pair of them went hunting. They picked up a few things -- a rock, a flower, other things that were round and white. But it wasn’t until they went back to the kitchen for a root vegetable and a knife to carve it that they got something close. Sabnock actually turned out to be great at carving -- maybe an extension of his bloodline ability, or maybe just a normal talent.

“Wow,” Iruma said with genuine admiration, turning the little fake moon over and over in his hands. “That looks really great.”

“Let us see if the creature in the egg agrees,” Sabnock said, picking up the egg. He held it out, and Iruma held the fake moon up and-

Nothing happened.

Iruma’s face fell, but Sabnock tilted his head curiously. “Wait. I think it reacted.”

“Reacted?”

“It did move toward the moon. Just not enough.”

Iruma considered. A task of concentration. Subtly, he adjusted his ring to the lowest level and concentrated on the little carved moon. At first, nothing happened. He could feel the power trickling along his skin from the ring to the moon. And after a few seconds, slowly, slowly, he could see a dim glow begin to come from its surface. Smiling, he held it up … then realized it was getting warm. Like, uncomfortably warm. Trending toward hot.

Concentrate.

He pulled back a little, and the light dimmed, but it didn’t go out. Again, SAbnock held the egg out to the moon. And for several long seconds, nothing happened again .

But then the egg shook, nearly falling out of Sabnock’s hand. He brought the other hand up to give it more of a platform as the movement got more violent. Cracks began to form over the outside of the egg, spiderwebbing across the whole surface.

Then an angry black beak pecked one piece completely out with a quick, sharp move. The beak pulled back into the egg, then one shiny eye surrounded by red and yellow feathers pressed to the opening. Iruma could see the moon reflected in that eye. Then that withdrew too, and the rest of the shell veritably exploded into a dozen bits. The bird hopped forward and opened its little mouth … and opened … and opened …

“Yikes!” Iruma pulled the moon back just before the grotesquely extended mouth began trying to fit around the moon that was about the same size as the fledgeling. The bird let out an angry cheep, then began attacking Sabnock’s thumb.

“Well done!” Sabnock said, ignoring the creature attempting to devour him.

Watching the display, Iruma laughed and replied, “Well done yourself!”

#fictober20 #31 #mairimashita! iruma kun

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heartwoodventures · 4 years ago

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Primary Access Required: Better Run, Faster Than My Spiders

Once everyone had gathered around Crific to teleport back home that soft 'Oh no' hit the Seeker's ears and that's when the realization hit her, Nazyl couldn't teleport with them, and refusing to leave anyone by themselves G'lewra launched herself out of the group to grab a hold of the lalafell. The whooshing sound behind her made it clear that the others got away, besides one other, one of the spiders had latched itself once again to Livia and had interrupted the cast for her. With a quick wave of her hand a small ball of aether blasted from her palm and launched the blasted thing off the Hyur, and with quick work did the medic grab Livia as well then booked it with both of them. Launching both of them in front of her the Seeker dug around in her bag and pulled out a few empty shards to fill them with her own aether and launched them at the flood behind them, the spiders would pause to absorb their treat which gave the three time to gain some distance. "Don't look back just keep running!"

Livia had measures of her own. The telltale magical facets of a large scale barrier spell set in place as a wall. It wouldn't hold the whole of the swarm back, and even then it wouldn't hold those it did block off for long, but it was a measure enough. Panicked as she was by her fear of spiders, the conjurer had absolutely no reservations about running. FAST.

Nazyl barely had time to tell Crific that maybe teleporting him would probably be the last time any of them would see him, considering the ramifications of such a spell on his body and spirit...thankfully he was pulled away, forced to move away from the encroaching horde lest the others be overwhelmed. he did not fear the spiders--nay, they had no reason to pursue him. The others, however....he made a mad dash through the snow, using his shield to swipe away whatever blocked him.

The snow crunched under their feet as they booked it through the cold Coerthas lands and all they would hear behind them was the echoing of 'Locked on Target' and the metal limbs rushing through the snow. They smacked into Livia's barrier and the smaller ones would launch themselves at it to try to break it down, the bigger ones struck the barrier with their limbs, and with each hit did it become weaker. "We need to get somewhere safe."

"Safe? What if they decide ta go huntin' beyond those grounds? What happens ta the ishgardians here?" Nazyl Tharazyl panted, stopping near the river, "Well they can't just be allowed ta stay here..."

"To die senselessly here would do little to aid said Ishgardians. We can do little as is to contest the numbers of those monstrous things, as is!" Livia was just as out of breath. "We're in agreement. We've got to at least try to lead them astray before we throw them from our trail."

G'lewra stopped along with the lalafell and started to dig through her bag again, there had to be something in here that could help them. "Come on...." All the Seeker had though were healing potions and ointments, she didn't carry bombs on her as her daughter did. "I wonder..." Looking behind her Lewra watched the flood continue trying to break down the barrier, they were losing time. "We need to find a spot to hide in, I can form a barrier around us to hide us but I can only hold it for so long."

Nazyl began to look around the area...he was pretty familiar with Coerthan terrain, and oft marked areas where he could stave off the cold…

Livia scanned the area for a moment. "A... cliffside with soft sediment in a large enough spot may do. I could part the earth to allow us a crevice, though it would ultimately box us in."

"I don't know this area at all, I avoid cold places at all cost and now I have another reason to do so." Lewra looked between the two. "If either of you two know the area better lead the way, Livia I'll have you part the earth if needed to make us a hiding spot."

Livia Arkwright nodded. "I... am unfamiliar with the specifics of the wilds here, I fear."

Nazyl stared across the river some, then glanced to his left. Things began to look familiar, "...There's a cave system ta our left, up the stream. It goes deep n' the openin' is small, we'll be safe from largah threats."

"Quickly lead us there, apologies for sounding demanding but we must be quick." Even in a time like this the Seeker apologized as she was never the type to demand something of someone. "I'm going to start preparing." Pulling the Codex from her hip G'lewra flicked to a page with complex arcane circles on it. It looked like complete nonsense to the other two but to the Scholar it was the spell that would keep them safe in this desperate time.

Nazyl cared not for apologies or whatever spell Lewra was preparing...though wouldn't it be more practical to use as little as possible to avoid drawing attention? Well, he'd fight in a chokepoint if he had to. He began running upstream, towards a small opening in the rock face...

Livia dragged her cane's base over the ground briefly as they ran. Ambient aether from the very land rose up into the rod of the focus, suffusing it in a flickering and occasional hue of deep earthen gold. She was canting as she ran. “Ready?”

Nazyl skidded to a halt as they made it into the cavern, "Alright, whatevah ye got planned, now's the time ta do it."

G'lewra ran after Nazyl and she thanked that she was fit enough to run through the Coerthas terrain, sliding to her knees behind Nazyl she placed her book in front of her and grabbed a few crystals, and threw them in place. Making a circle around them the Seeker placed her hands over the book and the tattoos on her arms and back started to glow under her coat. The book and crystals started to float around the three and that's when the barrier started to form. The usually green barrier had become blue and it finished forming around the three, the Seeker's eyes glowed a faint green and she stayed still like a statue. She wouldn't be able to move while holding this spell so if any of the flood came at them it would be left to the other two to fight them off. But something was off, they would see the flood run right past them and those that came into the cave to investigate would either walk around them or walk right on top of the barrier.

The Lalafell braced himself for a fight, and even advanced as they came for the barrier, raising his shield to stop them...their movements gave him pause, watchign them skitter over and around them as if finding something else of value, "Eh? What's this..."

Livia moved to make things more difficult for those that did investigate, it seemed. The gathered aether she'd supped up from the path was released into the cavern walls. Her call was met with the emergence of stone teeth, which locked together to form a jagged, makeshift wall of some sturdiness from the sparse material she was willing or able to manipulate. Bit by bit, these earthen spikes covered with drawn-out permafrost, and even the barrier's face got a thin layer of ice on it by the time she was done with her own spellcast."W-.. why did they stop?"

The flood crawled along the walls as their eyes whirred with noise to try and detect the three but all that was heard were a few beeps then 'Target Missing'. It was a terrifying sight just to see the spider-like creatures to crawl over the barrier as they looked for them. G'lewra had remained still the whole time and one would have to look closely just to be able to see if she was breathing.

She remained petrified. Arachnaphobia is no joke, be the spiders robotic or organic. Livia stood as still as she could, not wanting to risk further alerting the drones by sound or motion.

Nazyl held his position, sword pointed forward...if they fell into it, they'd at least be impaled. Somehow, the spiders being machines made it so much less frightening than had they been real, breathing vilekin. The way machines functioned were predictable, though their behavior now was puzzling...he glanced back at Lewra....was she hiding their presence?

The spiders clicked around the cave and turned in circles, for a moment they looked like lost puppies looking for their owner. 'Target Undected' One beeped out, and then that's when each one made a *ping* noise as if they just got notified for something. 'Return to Homepoint'. They started to skitter around the cave as the smaller ones climbed onto the bigger ones to be carried back to their base of operation, Nazyl and Livia would see them climbing over the cliffs to head back.

Livia Arkwright staggered, winded and worn by all the running and aetheric expenditure. "Matron's bosom, they're actually withdrawing. Tis a miracle."

Nazyl Tharazyl relaxed some, watching the last of them retreat back to the mountains...he'd make note of that location, mayhaps he should investigate, "Hm. Ye hide us Miss Lewra?"

The crystals around the three dropped to the ground to show they were depleted of any energy they held, the Codex fell into G'lewra's lap with a thud and the Seeker just sat there for a moment to gain back her energy, she just offered a soft nod while clipping the codex back to her hip. "It was the only way....I'll need to rest a moment as that took a lot out of me." The Seeker reached up to her linkpearl and gave it a couple of clicks, hoping a certain Viera would pick up on it.

Livia Arkwright placed a hand gently upon the Seeker's shoulder. The faint, pink glow of her aether began to hum in her palm as she channeled what little remaining excess she had into her, just to help her remain stable.

"Here's a good place...if we need food fer the moment I can go huntin' outside, it'll help replenish what ye lost."

G'lewra gave a small shake of her head. "I appreciate the offer, Nazyl, but I would rather keep you around just in case they come back. Even though they can't detect you we would be left defenseless especially in my state right now." She offered the lalafell a tired smile. "I have a few things in my bag that will hold us over until we either start traveling or the others come looking for us."

Livia slumped into her place, laying her cane at her side. "Gods' breath, but that was harrowing. I do have a few vials of formula that could keep us going, as well. I hope neither of you take offense to the heavy taste of apple."

Nazyl Tharazyl shrugged, taking out a waterskin and sipping from it. Frosty, "We shouldn't tarreh ovahlong here. Lest we get spotted again, we should probableh start makin' our way back ta the Shroud as soon as possible."

G'lewra offered a small nod. "To the Shroud then." Shakily pushing herself to her feet the Seeker held a hand out to Livia to take. "Let's keep going then, we may rest when we're back home. I also don't mind the taste of apple."

Livia Arkwright offered up a fair-sized vial to Lewra and Nazyl both. The liquid within the glass looked the color of caramel and had the consistency of juice. Little flecks of iridescent... something floated within it. "I ah-- left a few gaps to allow us a route out. My apologies for making the two of you climb, in advance."

"Don't push yerselves, we got a long walk back ta warmah climes...if ye ened ta take a break ta get yer bearin's, by all means, we can set up camp here...but I'd rathah be away from here quickleh." Nazyl Tharazyl took the curious vial, arching a brow, "...What is this?"

"A mix of apple juice, and a few nutrients run through an alchemical process. Tis good for energy, and rich for the body. The aftertaste, however, is fairly bitter in spite of the apple overtone."

Taking the offered vial G’lewra offered the snowy haired hyur a smile. "Thank you, now, let's get out of this place before my tail freezes off. I'm not rather fond of this place and the Shroud sounds a lot nicer."

Nazyl Tharazyl stared at the vial...and pocketed it for later. He didn't need it at this moment, "Thank ye, I bet it'll come in handeh when I find meself stretched thin again."

With that the three started their trek back to the Shroud to get away from the nightmare that was causing chaos over Coerthas, the question was, would they meet up with their fellow members or run into more of these creatures?

#ffxiv rp #balmung rp #ffxiv crystal rp #Heartwood Ventures #Heartwood plots #Primary Access Required Plot #G'lewra Ajra #Livia Arkwright #nazyl tharazyl

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jenovahh · 5 years ago

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Comm 03 - NSFW - Glitter

Rating: NC-17/Explicit Tags: Female!WoL, Cunnilingus, Penetration

The commissioner has chosen to remain anonymous! Thank you so much for this prompt it was fun to write and challenging!

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Warrior of Light.

Liberator of Doma. Savior of Ala Mhigo. Retriever of Coinpurses.

Warrior of Darkness.

Enough titles to sing your praises to fill an entire book, by this point you were sure.

Have books been written yet? You hadn’t been approached yet for a biography. Mayhap you were on the move too much for anyone to sit you down long enough to talk to you about your life; not that your life is much of a secret.

Any news of your deeds and miracles had reached nearly every part of the continent. At the very least, the only thing missing would be the more trivial escapades or your humble beginnings.

Sometimes you miss those days. The days of stepping out and actually exploring. Choosing to help the occasional stranger but still going your own way, seeing the world at your own pace. Some might think not knowing where your next meal would come from daunting, but you had never worried. You could fish. You could hunt.

You could be yourself. For yourself.

It pained you sometimes, to think of the life you could have lived. If you hadn’t met wonderful people like Y’shtola or Thancred...if you hadn’t encountered Lyse in the forest. Or...Papalymo.

Grimacing, you heave out a sigh, trudging along behind the Scions through the Rat’tika Greatwood, its muggy swamps and blistering heat doing nothing to improve your mood.

After nearly being accosted by the Night’s Blessed, fending off a potential Vauthry invasion, and held at knife point by small army of Viis, you believe you’ve earned a well deserved break, especially knowing that exploring the looming temple nearby is on tomorrow’s list of events.

You are provided with a rather cozy room, given to you by the Viis in exchange for their seal. They are all quite lovely and so is their home, your eyes drifting to the beautiful women of the village as they lead you to your room that you’ll be staying in for the night.

To your surprise there is a plush feather bed resting against the far wall, instead of a hammock like you were expecting giving what all you had seen of the village. A small basin with a mirror rests in a corner of the room as well as a desk, but the room is otherwise for the most part barren.

None of the luxuries or comforts offered to you back at your room in the Crystarium, and you are just now aware of how concerned the Exarch is for your overall well being and happiness.

You returned to your room after a hearty dinner provided by the ever hospitable Viis, waving to the Scions as you announced you would be retiring to your room for the night, practically falling onto the bed for some well earned rest.

You had already bathed in their bathhouse, feeling a bit better considering you had dove into the murky waters of the nearby lake filled with Hydaelyn knows what. It wasn’t all bad, being able to dive below and explore the ruins, feeling that sense of discovery and adventure you had longed for when you were a child.

You couldn’t hate the job entirely, even if the stress was monumental. There was absolutely no way you would be able to explore an entirely different world if you had kept to your path as a young adventurer, if you had never joined the Scions.

There might not even be a world at all.

“Really hero, must you think so loudly?”

You’re on your feet before you can blink, dagger in hand as you immediately turn towards the voice. Vision focusing, you meet stark, gold eyes, twinkling in obvious amusement in what must be considered your antics.

“My, you sundered souls are so easily excitable. Though I suppose there would be drawbacks to being unable to sense the very aether around you…” Emet-Selch trails off, hands up turned as he shrugs his already sunken shoulders.

He looks exactly as you had seen him earlier this morning, dressed in the same imperial robes with the same silly white streak in his hair. You twirl the dagger in your hands with ease, scoffing as you move to lie back down in your bed.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Ascian?” you question harshly, not at all willing to play nice. You weren’t quite ready to throw your life away, mouthing off to a being such as he; you were no fool. You were sure that even a child could sense the danger he exuded from his very being, but you also weren’t in the mood to deal with mind games.

“My, my, aren’t we touchy.” He comments, crossing his arms and looking down at you from his nose, his lips pulled in a condescending smirk. “I come to pay the vaunted hero a visit, and am only met with hostility. Surely you are not so inhospitable to all your guests?” He asks, voice lofty and teasing, making your brow furrow in irritation.

“If all you came here to do was mock me, I would prefer you leave me be.” Is your answer, wanting to close your eyes and ignore his presence. Sadly, even with his rather hands off approach to “aiding” your group as he had said he would, you didn’t quite trust him enough to blink, let alone rest around him.

Choosing to lay on your side, you keep your eyes on him, taking notice of how his own rove across your body in a way that is almost curious.

“Normally I would follow your request and be on my way, however I find my curiosity weighing out my apathy.” He crosses over to the nearby desk and you watch as he snaps his gloved fingers. With slight wonder, you watch in awe as the simple wooden chair transforms into an extravagant, plush lounge chair.

He reclines as a royal would, crossing one leg over the other as he stares you down, eyes somehow serious and taunting at once. “I find myself interested, and perhaps a tad too invested in what could possibly be upsetting you so. So by all means, let it out.” He grins, making a sweeping motion of his hand.

You regard him silently for a moment, wondering if he’s actually serious. It’s not often you find yourself presented with the opportunity of someone who will listen. Listen to your frustrations, your woes, your chagrin at having to be you.

Of what it is to be the Warrior of Light.

“You’re not going to run off and tell Elidibus what a sad sack I am if I do talk to you, are you?” You question, moving to sit up to put you on equal footing with the Ascian sitting across from you. He rudely snorts, the action somehow still elegant on him. “Hardly.” He scoffs.

“There’s not much to say really. I wish I wasn’t me.” You offer nonchalantly, missing the slight look of concern on his face.

“Do not waste my time by giving me clipped statements.”

Something in his voice makes you look at him again, reevaluate his presence in your room. He might be relaxed in his chair, but his focus is entirely on you. There is a muted demand to his last statement, an edge to his tone that maybe, just maybe, he actually does want to listen to you.

“I don’t enjoy being the Warrior of Light.” You begin slowly, trying to judge his reaction but his face is as impassive as ever.

“There was no way for me to predict that I would be Hydaelyn’s chosen,” you can’t help but giggle at how his face twists with disgust at Her name but you continue, “and be the sole Champion of Eorzea. I had only left home to go and see what the world had to offer, only to find that I was the sole savior the world had.” Just saying the words irritates you all over again, losing what calm you had.

“It’s not enough that the Source can’t stay saved, but I must also be the savior of this world!” You hiss, baring your teeth at the ancient being before you. “Was it not enough that I had to liberate two nations? Strike down three Ascians, beings so old and powerful that I cannot even begin to imagine what any of you can do. More and more is constantly asked of me, and I…”

You let out a staggered breath, shoulders slumping much like the man across from you. “I’m tired of it.”

Silence hangs heavy in the air between you, somehow heftier by the weight of his stare. You wonder what is going through his head. You take the time to quickly analyze his features, seeing as any time he deigned to make an appearance, the tension in the room would skyrocket and he would scurry off after sowing his chaos.

He looks as tired as you, if not more so, the dark circles around his eyes strangely enhancing his sharp, handsome features. His golden eyes twinkle like the finest cut topaz, shimmering as if the very sun itself lights them despite how dimly lit your room is. His hair seems to fall a little too perfectly in place, the white streak of his hair standing out even against his pale skin.

“Perhaps you need a way to relieve the tension.”

His words snap you out of your silent appraisal, finding his expression has changed, his voice teasing. “Sadly screaming into my pillow and beating things up don’t make me feel better.” You huff, leaning back on your hands.

“Screaming into your pillow you say?” He echoes, chuckling at his own personal joke. “That very well may happen. My proposal was one of a far more pleasurable method of, as you mortals say, blowing off some steam.” He purrs, voice low and seductive, a baritone as smooth as a fine brandy.

You arch a single eyebrow at him, wondering if he was really offering what you thought he was offering.

“Are you propositioning me?”

Always best to make sure.

He barks out laughter at that, making a show of wiping his eye. “Never let it be said that the Warrior of Light went into things half sure.” He snorts, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yes, hero, I am offering you release; a union of our bodies to ease all that turmoil you’ve got building inside you.”

You can hear the amusement in his voice, and you quietly wonder if he has any secret motives by sleeping with you. However his words from days prior, that he only speaks the truth, leaves you doubting that he would use sex as a means to silence you.

Though you can’t deny, it would be very dramatic, and very much like him.

“If it is your own pleasure you worry about, fret not; I have had...years of practice.” He murmurs, bringing one hand to his lips to slowly pull his glove from his hand. You watch the action from start to finish, mind already wandering to how smooth his hand looked, and how great it would feel on your body.

“Very well.” Standing to your feet, you move to tower above him in even strides, looking down at the ancient being before you. “If it is release you’ll grant me, then I will allow it. However, it must be on my terms.” Your voice leaves no room for argument, and you take pride in watching as his eyebrows raise toward his hairline for a moment.

“By all means, hero. State your terms.” He makes no move to stop you as you move forward to kneel on the chair, straddling his lap with ease. He’s warm, which strikes you as strange, though you suppose that despite being an Ascian, he still has taken a mortal form.

There is desire in those molten pools of his, and knowing it is directed at you is empowering. You place your hands, worn and torn from battle, upon his shoulders, shuddering beneath his touch as his hands settle themselves at your hips.

“If you wish to help me find release, then you must please me.” You begin, taking care to watch for any change in his expression. “You must do as I say. Touch me how I wish. Take care of me.” His hands play with the hem of your nightshirt, his fingers sending sparks racing down your spine as he just barely brushes against your skin.

“So the vaunted hero wishes to be worshipped?” Though phrased like a question, it one of rhetorical nature, his eyes half lidded as they trail down your body. “A mere mortal asking worship of a Paragon. Hydaelyn’s chosen consorting with a bringer of darkness…”

His smirk is roguish as he finally slides his gaze back up to your own. “Why, if I were not here to hear the very words straight from your lips, I’d find myself disinclined to believe them.”

You take his chin by the hand, keep his focus locked on you. “I’m surprised you’re still alive, with all that pride you have.” You tilt his chin and he allows it; it is a control he bequeaths to you. “You probably don’t like that; having to bow to the whims of a mortal.” You finish with a click of your tongue, watching as fire lights behind his eyes.

“Is that a challenge, hero?” He mumbles, bottom lip poked out in a pout, eyes sparking with indignation.

“It’s your pride on the line, not mine.” You reply easily, taking his hands in yours and placing them on your waist. “However, I am not so callous as to prevent you to do anything you dislike. You will speak up if I do something you don’t like, won’t you?”

His eyes twinkle for a moment, his hands creeping underneath your shirt to finally grasp at your skin. “Of course.” he murmurs, eyes drifting from yours as he raises your shirt, exposing your skin to him. His eyes are hungry, and you wonder if he is more eager for release than you are.

“Let’s put these skills of yours to the test then, Ascian.” You huff, allowing him to raise your shirt high enough that his fingertips graze the underside of your breasts, glad he had chosen to come at this hour when you’ve forgone your undergarments. His touch is confident, self-assurance shining through every glance of his fingers on your tender flesh.

“Does the hero want me to sing her praises?” He questions, tilting his head as he looks at you from beneath his lashes. “To worship her as one would a god?”

“Yes.” You answer without hesitation, raising your arms to help him get your shirt off but he wills it away with a mere snap of his fingers. His hands climb higher, eyes drinking in your form though there is a distant look to them; as if he is looking through you. “Touch me.” you demand, watching as his hands cup your breasts gently in his hands, running his thumbs across your nipples, now pebbled from his attentions.

“Your mouth...I want you to,” you don’t even get to finish the sentence before he leans forward and his lips press to the skin of your breast, teeth lightly nipping on a pert nipple that has you shuddering above him.

You must say that he is as skilled as he claims, his movements practiced and calculated as he tugs delicately with his teeth, knows just how much suction that has you writhing in his lap. He releases your breast with a pop, his breath ghosting across the now moist skin. “I do hope you are up for the challenge yourself, hero.”

His tone hints at pleasures unknown and stories untold, that you find yourself momentarily shaken, enraptured by the lust pooling in those gold eyes. Eager to take back control you fist your hand in his hair roughly, brows furrowing at his smirk. “Did I say you could talk?” you hiss, to which he snickers.

“Then what would you have me do?” He asks, hands moving to slip themselves to running down your back once more, his hands dipping to play with the top of your waistband. “Simply say what you desire, hero. I am more than willing to play the part.” The huskiness in his voice spurs you on, fuel to your already raging desire.

“I want you between my legs.” You state without pretense, not dropping your gaze as he rises from the chair, moving the two of you to the bed. When he lays you down you find that it too has changed, much like the chair from earlier. Gone are the cotton sheets, replaced instead with fine silk, caressing you much like his hands are.

“I want to see you too.” You add, stopping him before he can settle himself above you.

“As you wish.” He acknowledges, his robes dissolving into mist before your very eyes, baring his lean form above you. You didn’t expect him to have no meat on his bones, but it is still somewhat jarring all the same to see him bare before you; all hard lines and lean edges, a faint musculature that betrays the awesome power you know lurks beneath the surface.

You reciprocate the same shamelessness he had shown earlier with his appraisal of your own body, watching with rapt attention as he climbs into the bed to hover over your body.

You expect him to go straight between your legs but instead he busies himself with your neck, pressing feather-light kisses to your skin as his hands roam across your naked skin. “So quiet. Must I work for it?” He purrs against your skin, the sound going straight between your legs.

He trails down with more kisses across your collarbone, the valley between your breasts. You slip your fingers into his hair as he continues his way downward, parting your legs so that you may hook them over his shoulders.

“Feeling inadequate Ascian?” You tease despite the breathlessness to your voice, seeing that mahogany hair with a streak of white between your thighs. With another snap of his fingers your bottoms are gone, leaving you fully nude to him.

“Never.” He says with a smirk, pressing gentle kisses to the skin of your inner thigh. You unintentionally jerk in his hold, knowing you are dripping wet for him and yet he will not touch you where you need it most.

“What are you doing?” You ask, a growl rising in your throat at his teasing.

“I am between your legs, as requested.” He croons, caressing your thigh gently, pressing more kisses to your skin. “Or did you desire more from me?”

He is obviously having too much of a good time with this, and that will not do.

“Eat me out.” You order, pressing your hips to his face. “I want you to make me come.”

He holds your gaze for just a moment before he finally presses his mouth to your folds, testing the waters with small flicks of his tongue. The sight of his golden, hawk like eyes peeking from over your curls is erotic in itself, his tongue growing braver until he finally slips pasts your folds to seek the pink bud he knows is lying underneath.

Whimpers begin to slip out as he devotes himself to his task, annoyance shining his eyes momentarily before they have that far away look to them once again. His tongue circles around your clit in a way that makes your head spin, your breaths coming fast until he pulls away.

“I will be the first to say that while your physical form is appealing…” He murmurs close to your dripping sex, breath sending shivers racing up your spine. “However...with my sight I find your soul far more beautiful.”

You flush red at his praise, shivering as he brings a finger to slowly drag across your clit, his gaze almost awestruck at how you keen out your pleasure. “Loathe as I am to take demands from a mortal…” he trails off, moving to press a kiss to your folds, drinking down your nectar. “Your soul shines far too wonderfully like this.”

You’re sure you feel your heart skip a beat for a moment, caught halfway between embarrassment and affection. He resumes his task with ardor, his eyes fluttering shut despite his prior comment on enjoying the appearance of your soul.

Perhaps he doesn’t need to actually see to look upon your soul, but most coherent thought goes out the window as Emet-Selch flicks his tongue at your sex, unashamed of the mess you’re making of his face in his bid to please you. His eyes are open again, staring through you, into you, and you wonder what you must look like to him.

The thought of someone as powerful and ancient as him steals your breath away. It makes your thighs clench tighter and your heels dig harder into his back. If it hurts, he doesn’t complain, if anything it spurs him on further, his movements growing more insistent. The moans finally begin to flow forth, filling the room that you haven’t realized has slowly changed, so caught up in chasing your pleasure.

He’s found what rhythm you like, what makes you moan loudest and it’s a continuous push to the edge with no signs of stopping. You pray that none of the Scions will suddenly require your presence, for you’re sure that your moans are quite audible from outside the door, and this is the last thing you want to explain to them.

How does one explain taking an Ascian to bed? What words could smooth over the fact that one of your greatest enemies currently lies nestled between your thighs, lapping at your folds as if a man dying of thirst and gazing at you like a blind man seeing for the first time?

It’s wrong, it's oh so wrong and you know it, and yet you find yourself unable to convince yourself to push yourself away from the Ascian to stop him, though from his grip on your thighs, he wouldn’t let you leave if you tried.

You watch hazily as one of his hands reaches downward, a moan pulled from his throat as he strokes his length. While his moan excites you, how deep and rich it was, you will not let him be distracted from his task.

None too gently do you pull his mouth away from your sex, urging him upward so that you may flip him beneath you. “It’s not your turn.” You huff, warmth blooming in your chest at how his eyes rove across your form in a way akin to reverence, eyes still glittering as he uses his sight to peer at your soul.

Pressing him on his back you climb higher until your hips rest just above his face, and from there he needs no further instruction as he presses his mouth to your clit once more, a low and throaty moan tugged from him as you pull at his hair.

You can’t help but take a peek at his length behind you, noticing just how hard he is, and you haven’t even touched him. You wonder if he really is that excited solely from pleasuring you, a pearl of precum leaking from the tip that you’re eager to taste, but not right now. Not when he slips a finger into your aching hole and thrusts it in time with his tongue working your clit, his name torn from your lips in a sigh as you press your hips further into his face.

He makes no sound of protest as you do so, that eagerness he had displayed before returning full force that has your legs quivering to keep yourself upright. Pleas for more tumble forth from your lips, his eyes holding yours in a gaze so intense that you find yourself unable to look away.

A second finger slips in with the first, thrusting at a fierce pace that practically has you sobbing in ecstasy atop him. It feels so godsdamned good, you feel ready to overload after having denied yourself release for so long.

You’re not sure when you started begging for him to make you come, for him to finally give you that last push you needed, but he curls his fingers just so and you fall apart atop him, crying out his name in abandon as your orgasm shakes you, barely able to support yourself on your arms as white hot pleasure shoots to every nerve ending in your body.

You moan in light protest as he continues to lap at your core, his fingers having retreated but his attention has not. “E-Enough,” you breathe shakily, hardly able to move yourself from atop him to flop on the bed. You feel him shift to move and as you turn to face him you freeze, feeling every bit the proverbial lamb before the golden eyes of the wolf.

His lips shine with your juices, pink tongue coming to swipe across them. His eyes are half lidded as he stares down at you. Though he is currently in the dominant position, his gaze speaks of subservience; a need to please that has your lust spiking all over again as you roll to your back to fully face him.

“Where would you have me next?” He asks, moving to hover above you, caging you with his arms. You let your own snake around his neck, tickling the fine hairs at the nape as you bring him closer to you.

“Inside me.” You whisper, feeling suddenly hesitant to kiss him. The decision is made for you when he closes the gap, teeth nibbling on your bottom lip to get you to open up for him.

Soon enough do you take over the kiss, having him moaning into your mouth as you reach between the two of you to stroke his cock. “I want you to fuck me.” You hiss, feeling how hot and ready he is in your hands.

He lets loose a low chuckle, the baritone of his voice rumbling through you. “Such vulgar words, Warrior of Light.” he purrs, lining himself up with your entrance.

You feel the head nudge past your folds, your hips already angling to try and take him inside before he can even push himself inside. “I find myself quite willing to obey, so long as you let me see that wonderful soul of yours.”

“What’s so,” Your inquiry is cut off as he finally pushes inside, feeling as if the breath was knocked out of you at his girth. He just barely pushes your limits, your body doing it’s best to adjust to his length as he presses kisses to your jawline. “Twelve above…” you moan, rolling your hips against him that has him thrumming against you.

“Yes, just like that.” He praises, pulling out slowly, letting you feel the length of him before thrusting back in, making sure you’re adjusted. He continues that slow pace, watching you closely for any discomfort, but you haven’t the heart to tell him you’re simply wrapped in so much bliss that your body feels as if it can barely take it.

“W-What does it look like?” You ask, breath hitching as he just barely brushed against that spot inside of you. “My soul, I mean..”

It took every ounce of effort you had to form coherent sentences with Emet-Selch thrusting inside you, his strokes measured and purposeful. Even in this was he skilled, as if he was determined to make sure the only noises you were making were lustful sighs or wanton moans.

When he smirks at you, his own hair mussed, skin flushed, you find he looks incredibly charming. “Normally it is the color of the sky. What the sky is supposed to look like. A dazzling, brilliant blue.”

His hands move to clutch your hips, gripping with surprising strength as the same smirk turns devilish. He brings you down hard on his cock, pleasure shooting through you as he stays hilted inside you. “It flares crimson like a sunset when you make your demands.”

You gaze up at him in wonder as he finally sets a steady pace, making your back arch in invitation to which he readily accepts. Bending over he takes a nipple between his teeth, nibbling lightly until his mouth engulfs it entirely, tongue swiping over the sensitive bud in perfect synchronization with his thrusts that has you mewling like a cat beneath him.

“Fuck me,” you demand, though it comes out a plea with how pleasure filled your voice is, your arms clutching him tightly as you meet his thrusts. “Fuck me like you mean it,” Your taunt is cut off by your own moan as he plunges deep inside, his moan dancing with your own as he pistons his hips into your wet sheathe.

You’re glad he had changed the bed, the room to much finer material because you are positive that the old, rickety cot would’ve left no pretenses as to just what was going on in your room with how forceful his thrusts were.

You had forgotten that there would be strength in the lean muscle that was currently flexing beneath your greedy hands; muscle that was now being put to use as Emet-Selch drove himself inside you, his mouth hanging open to make room for his sharp breaths as he plunged deep inside you.

He buries his face in your shoulder, your hand fists in his hair as he rocks into you at a brutal pace, giving you just what you desired, or rather at this point needed. There is something else you need, before it is all said and done.

You carefully roll the two of you over, the surprise in his eyes endearing as you straddle yourself atop him, hands flat on his chest as you begin to raise and lower your hips onto him. Now he’s hitting that sweet spot inside you, your eyes fluttering shut as you race toward oblivion, your body seemingly moving on its own accord.

“E-Emet,” you whine, feeling yourself so very close that edge. Distantly you realize you’re not ready for it to be over yet, not ready for him to stop looking at you as if he had not seen something so magical.

The choice is taken from your hands as he rubs at your clit and you come undone, crying out his name in release. Stars dance behind your eyelids as your orgasm sweeps you away, feeling Emet-Selch follow you soon after with your body clenching him so tightly.

The two of you lie there for a few moments, catching your breath as you bask in the afterglow. He is the first to move by trailing a hand lightly on the skin of your back, seeming to be content with the silence as you come down from your high.

You shift to meet his gaze, which you’re surprised to find calm and affectionate. “Well?” He prompts, the corners of his lips pulling into a satisfied grin. “I made good on my word, I hope?”

You hum thoughtfully for a moment to tease him, giggling at his displeased expression. “Yes. It was more than satisfactory.” You concede, giving him a mischievous grin of your own as you trail your finger across his chest. “And you? You seemed to enjoy yourself quite a bit.” You tease, pleased to see him suddenly unable to look you in the eye.

“Yes, well...it certainly wasn’t a waste of my time.” He scoffs, giving your skin a light pinch, smirking at your yelp of pain.

“I have half a mind to crush my head between my thighs Ascian.” You snarl, giving him a hard jab, to which he gives a genuine laugh.

“If that is your way of asking for another go Warrior, I find myself ready for the task.” His touch turns heavy as it snakes down your body, his voice but a whisper as he holds you close.

You try to ignore the way your heart flutters at his amorous actions, but find yourself unable when his eyes glitter, knowing he is looking upon the beauty of your soul. It is certainly not the strangest compliment you’ve received, but it is by far the best.

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The Soldier and the Dragon (Pt 1)

[In honor of FFVIIR, a tale of Cloud and Ivalice; excerpted from the adaptation project as always. To be released in parts as they’re completed.]

The Felmarian Highlands stretched from the Limberry border to just south of Lesalia and as far west as Mount Bervenia; it was believed that Mesa, the Hero King, established his great city in the shadow of those mountains for their protection in the wake of the great Cataclysm, and as Lesalia grew, the range served always as a protective bulwark for Ivalice’s royal seat. It was from these mountains that the Zeirchele found its origin, and it was said that they offered some of the richest, most beautiful views in all the continent. But the weather at their altitude could be quite perilous—indeed, the southeastern end of the range suffered nearly year-’round snowstorms, which funneled most travelers of the Highlands through the low, bowl-cut valley pass that fed towards Dorter, a circuitous path wide enough for heavy caravans but one which added days to the journey, hemmed in by tall rock faces until they were desposited out nearly in the Zeklaus.

There was, however, a second path. More precarious and thus less traveled, some ways north from Germonique’s Crossing there was a steep slope cut into the mountains that wound halfway up one of the lower peaks before smoothing into a plateau where the rock had been cracked open to allow passage. It was recommended that one only travel the path on birdback, and even then on a greenfeather if you could find one, due to the uneven traversal, and only during calmer weather.

There were four chocobo on that path now, three with paired riders and a fourth laden with gear. They were not greens, however, but pure blackfeather birds, though surprisingly docile; despite their usual station as warbirds, these four seemed to navigate the narrow ridgeline as though they were well-practiced, keeping sure footing the whole climb. The six hume travelers were all in hooded cloaks, layered tunics, and other accoutrement for the cold, but thus far the break in the storms had held.

When the path leveled out, and the rock provided a windbreak, the riders disembarked; the shortest of them opened their cloak slightly to reveal an infant grasping for her collar, well and warm. Another, who moved at a hunch, brushed down the birds as they got some needed rest after the climb.

The band’s leader and his passenger lowered their hoods to reveal Ramza Beoulve and Mustadio Bunansa, their breaths visible and clouding about their faces.

“I told you.” Ramza offered his friend a wry grin.

“When you’re right, you’re right.” Mustadio shook his head. “I owe you five gil. A gentleman always pays his wagers.”

Ramza scrunched up his face. “Am I now to take you for a gentleman?”

“I like to think that the Bunansa name carries with it a certain charm and gentility, yes.” Mustadio grinned, flipping the gilcoin at his friend, who had to throw up his hands to catch it.

“You have that fusil oil you use on the end of your nose.”

Mustadio ignored him, instead walking over to slap the back of the man who was tending to the birds. “Credit where it’s due, my friend, I didn’t think Boco’s unruly progeny could be tamed, yet here we are, freezing to death as we ought.”

Cloud Strife turned to regard Mustadio, his unearthly blue eyes all but glowing from within the shadowed hood. “They just seem to listen to me.”

Mustadio pointed to an errant spike of hair protruding from Cloud’s hood. “I dare say they mistake your plumage for one of their own.”

“Don’t tease him.” Rem Tokimiya sneezed and rubbed at her face with her sleeve. “He’s done ever so well today, he has.”

“Indeed.” Ramza walked over to where Cuthbert and Nicholina were bobbing their child. “How does the little one fare?”

“Just fine.” Cuthbert grinned. “He’s stronger than all of us together.”

Ramza’s face softened. “I’ve no doubt.” He stretched his arms, and then his back, working the kinks out from the day’s ride. The chocobo had held up far better than even he had expected, but even a smooth ride up a mountain face was still just that. “Shall we break for lunch, or travel on?”

Nicholina’s wide-brimmed wizard hat shook back and forth. “From here, the journey is no more than two hours, perhaps three.”

“I know I’d as soon have tables and chairs,” offered Mustadio.

“Mayhap you are of the nobility after all,” Ramza said, to be rewarded with his friend attempting a playful open-handed jab at his ribs.

Cuthbert cleared his throat. “As well, I’d sooner not continue gazing at the miracle.”

“Ah.” And Ramza turned back towards their destination, where the plateau met the mountainside, and a fissure lay open, as though the peak itself had been rent in twain by a blade even larger than Cloud’s gigantic materia blade.

It was said that in the time of the Zodiac Braves, they did travel this mountain pass and come upon the mountain peak as an obstacle; loyal Balias, truest of the Braves, was empowered in his love for Ajora Glabados and split the peak with his bare hand so that they might cross. Ever after, it was said no door or bar could stand before him. The story was apocryphal; not a one of them could ever remember an abuna or confessor citing the tale, and it was not in the scriptures. But after they things they’d already seen, the event now felt less implausible.

“A point well-considered,” Mustadio muttered, pulling his hood back up.

To pass between the riven stone of Splitcrag Pass, they walked their birds. Though in truth they could pass three at a time shoulder-to-shoulder without touching, it felt claustrophobic—once they were between the jutting formations, a sort of optical illusion left them feeling like they tipped instead towards each other, threatening to collapse on top of them. It was perhaps thirty minutes before they were completely clear of the pass, and mounted again; Ramza let Cuthbert and Nicholina take the lead, as she knew the path from here the best.

On the opposite side of Splitcrag Pass, the road was far more traversible; the stone—and later, dirt—had been well worn-down by travelers, and so the birds felt comfortable increasing their pace. Blackbirds loved to run, so they let them kick up some snow as the sloping pathway led into the first clusters of trees they’d seen since ascending from Araguay and the Falls. They were leafless, but they were signs of life, and spirits were buoyed as their path met at last the road from the valley.

It had been safer to take the steep route; Agrias had taken her own contingent west, and Osric’s was to split from her before Dorter; all of them were trying to stay off the main roads. Ramza had volunteered to take the northern route for the child’s sake; Nicholina and Cuthbert would not be swayed from her first trip home since the day she’d been taken to the Akademy.

They’d come once more to the Mining Town of Gollund.

***

As they rode down to archway at the town’s entrance, formed from iron rods and piping, where the road gained cobbles and smoothed, Mustadio shivered.

“Do you have need of further heat?” Nicholina’s hand was alight with a soft magick torchfire; she’d been casting intermittently, keeping her hands warm for her child.

“If I wanted to catch flame, I’d experiment with my powders again.” Mustadio shook his head, looking back to where Rem had a similar light dancing in the mountain air—her head was turned away as she let out a damp cough. “Thank goodness you no longer wear the clothes in which we found you!”

“Those are a unifo--” she was brought up short as Cloud suddenly halted their chocobo midstride. “Whoa!” He evidenced no sign of having heard her, swinging one leg over the bird’s lowered neck and hopping to the ground—his eyes fixed on the town before them.

“...I am home,” Nicholina whispered with a strange mix of awe and sadness.

Cloud walked off without a word.

“Cloud!” Ramza hissed. “Don’t wander off!”

“So much for good behavior,” Mustadio sighed as he also climbed free and followed.

Ramza spurred his chocobo forward at a gentle lope. It had been a long while since he’d last come to Gollund; it had been after Lionel, after the group had reformed, when he’d met Orran Durai on the way to Lesalia. It seemed like a lifetime ago, now. He’d not had much chance to explore the town, then.

The Highlands have been the primary source of coal for all of Ivalice for as long as anyone could recall; while oil was becoming a more popular source for heating—for non-magickal heating—in recent years, the kingdom certainly still went through enough of it that Gollund, the largest mining town west of Zelmonia, was a vibrant place, and populous enough as well, given the harsh clime. But it was not a wealthy one. Most of the homes here were “modest” and “humble,” which were words that Ramza had once been taught to use in place of “poor.” The town center was only a spare few buildings—an inn, a market, a couple of homes—in a loose ring around a wooden structure that held the town’s sole water reservoir, which put him in mind of nothing so much as tales of Ajora’s well. It was there that Ramza found Cloud, staring at the water tower with one hand over his shoulder, on the hilt of his blade.

Mustadio had caught up to him, and was attempting to reason with the mysterious swordsman from another world... and attempt which seemed to fail, as Cloud turned and stalked off. “What has happened?”

“He’s in a state.” Mustadio shrugged. “I’m not certain what prompted—hey!” Ramza turned to follow Mustadio’s gaze only to see Cloud throw open the door of one of the houses and enter it.

Cuthbert came up alongside him. “What is he doing?”

“I don’t know.” Ramza waved him off. “We needn’t cause more of a scene than we are already. Take Rem and your family and rent us some rooms, we’ll corral him.” And he followed behind Mustadio into the house.

It was a small cottage, smaller even than the one where they’d holed up during the lost year; there was a wooden table meant to seat four in the center of the space, and he could see a trio of beds off to one far side, an old kettle on the coal stove, a few sprigs of flowers hung on one wall. The only resident, an old woman, was backing away from Cloud in terror, shaking her head.

“I lived in this house until I was fourteen,” he mumbled. “But it all burned down.”

“How could you say such things?” She cowered. “Are you sick?”

“Cloud!” Ramza used his battle voice, the commander voice, the shout that drove their company, and Cloud stiffened to attention.

“Sorry grandmother,” Mustadio whispered as he slowly, gently placed his hands on Cloud’s shoulders. “It was the war, you know?”

Her face softened, though her scowl remained. “Leave my home.”

Cloud let himself be eased back out of the house. Ramza took some gil from his purse and left it on the table, not even looking to see if she accepted.

Outside, Mustadio leaning in, trying to meet him eye to eye. “You can’t just enter someone’s home, yeah?”

“Cloud, you came to us through the orrery.” Ramza endeavored to keep his voice even. If they attracted that sort of attention for long, someone would recognize him for a heretic. “How could you have lived in that cottage as a boy?”

“The Zeno Gias...” Cloud rubbed at his eyes. “I do remember. North of here, the Promised Land.”

Mustadio frowned. “You mean Lesalia?” He looked to Ramza. “Now he thinks he’s King Mesa.”

“Let’s go, Cloud.” He led the man gently towards the inn.

***

The midday meal consisted of a hearty beef stew, and the first fresh bread they’d had in at least a week. Mustadio had a single tankard of warm mead; the rest had water.

When they’d rejoined the group at the inn, they’d rented two rooms, settled in, and had begun to ask Rem why she’d grown so quiet. Ramza had guided Cloud into a chair; he’d looked to the stairs leading to their rooms and pulled Ramza close.

“They’re missing a bed,” he hissed. Ramza gave his shoulder a pat and sat down beside him.

“I suppose it reminds me of my own hometown...” Rem dragged her spoon idly around her bowl. “Machina and I grew up there together.”

“That’s the boy you’ve talked about, right?” Cuthbert dabbed at his mouth. “I hadn’t realized you’d known him for that long.”

“Oh, yes.” Rem smiled sadly. “One day, the army of the White Tiger came... he and I hid together...” She closed her eyes. “He always promised to protect me, he did, even then...” She opened them. “They burnt it all down... there was nothing left.”

Cloud’s face twitched.

“I can’t imagine what it must be like.” Cuthbert looked at his child, dozing in Nicholina’s arms. “No doubt it was the same for Dorothea... you’re strong, to keep going, with those memories.”

“Oh...” She laughed bitterly. “I don’t remember any of them, from back then... just Machina.” She shrugged. “I can’t remember them. At times, it’s like it... it never happened.”

Cloud sucked in on his teeth.

“So,” Mustadio offered after a suitably respectful pause, in which everyone focused on their meal, “what transpires next? We drop off the happy family?”

“I shall be pleased to introduce you,” Nicholina nodded. “Did you see the larger manor towards the back of town? That is my home.”

Cloud began to sweat.

“I shall not be joining you.” Ramza pushed his empty bowl forward. “With the greatest of respects, Nicholina, it is better I keep my distance from your family.”

“Ramza, you are our family.” Cuthbert scowled.

“And that means more than I can say, Cuthbert, truly, but you understand my perspective.” Ramza sighed. “Nicholina’s father need not know of a heretic, lest he be accused of harboring one. It’s quite all right. I shall take this opportunity to visit the tavern; it would be to our benefit to know what word is traveling northward.”

Rem leaned in towards Nicholina. “Are you nervous?”

“No.” She bobbed her child. “Whatever transpires, I am not the child that lived here any longer. I am what was made of me.”

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Requested by @iwusnineteen Thank you so much for your request! It’s been a lot of fun to write and I will be writing more for it!

Sansa feels a sense of pride as she looks out past the damaged wall. The North was hers entirely now. With Jon at the wall and the wildings beginning to move back and forth the two norths. Their people were becoming more acquainted with each other. Still, there was the occasional problem to arise between the northerners and wildlings. The most recent of which came from a village on the coast closer to Bear Island that had been attacked. The houses pillaged and some of the women stolen.

Sansa was lucky there weren’t more problems from the attack. With veterans of the wars finally returning home. Their children picking up the weapons and tools they have laid down to learn it for themselves. Some of their daughters returning home with white walkers’ remains on their hands.

She heard that part of the reason not more people were taken was because the children had fought off their attackers. Alongside their fathers. Slowly the North was becoming more independent, and self-reliant. All while it’s people became stronger together. A united front to the rest of the world. That was the true reason she was here on top of the wall. To talk with Tormund Giantsbane and Jon Snow. The newest kings beyond the wall.

Sansa held no doubt that it was Tormund’s people who performed the attack. He had been known to sail towards the area before the attack from the white walker army. She invited both men to meet with her at the wall. Sansa looks down as the shouts begin. Red hair riding side by side dark black hair.

“Is that Lord Snow my lady?” The young Ryon Forrester asks as he leans even further over the wall. Sansa ignores the urge to grab him and pull him back. Instead, she reminds him how far down the ground actually is. The young minor lord slowly backs away from the edge then.

“He is no lord. He is a man of the Night’s Watch. He can hold no titles.” Sansa explains as she watches them raise the gates.

“Then why is he not at the wall? He is coming from beyond it.” Ryon points out resting a hand on his sword. The young man was only a year younger then Rickon was when they were both alive. Now he had lived for two years past what her brother ever could.

“I do not know. The wall is under now once again under Jon’s leadership. It is possible he is working to make the night’s watch connection with the wildings in a stable state. Diplomacy is existential when maintaining healthy relationships with allies. If Jon goes beyond the wall to work alongside the wildlings then I am sure it is to the benefit of the wall and the north as a whole.”

Ryon nods excessively as if the faster he shakes his head the more she would believe he was hearing. They step on the elevator and hear the delighted shouts of the men below. Ryon moves past Queen Sansa to try and get a better look. She could almost replace his dirty brown/blondish hair with red in her mind’s eye.

“Ryon is you would,” She asks gesturing to the elevator’s gate.

“Oh, of course, my lady,” He moves quickly to open it up and catches himself on the gate after tripping over his own feet. Sansa frowns at the sight before passing the young man. Tormund laughs freely as Jon looks unconvincingly between Ryon and Sansa. Of all people he was no one to judge the company, she keeps around.

“Sansa,” Jon smiles as he greets his cousin. His face grew brighter as she smiles back. He hops down from his horse and opens his arms. Sansa almost doesn’t meet them. She almost steps away in an attempt to keep the atmosphere formal. Yet as he closes the distance between them Sansa opens her arms in return. She openly pushes her face deeper into Jon’s shoulder as they embrace.

She doesn’t have as much restraint as she likes to think she does when it comes to Jon. He squeezes her tightly before pulling back to kiss her forehead. Her fingers tighten around him before inevitably letting him go. His hands rest comfortably on her shoulders, a habit she had noticed he picked up while away from home the first time.

“It’s good to see you again.”

“The North misses you,” Sansa replies keeping her smile short.

Jon frowns but lets her go. Those were not the words he wanted to hear. “They must be doing fine with you leading them. How is Bran?”

“Has he not written to you?” She asks following his lead towards the repaired housing structure.

“He hasn’t,” Jon frowns at the new stairs. He pulls his hand back from them and walks up with a confused stare. How long has he been back to the fort? “He has other ways of communicating with me.”

Sansa almost asks how, but a chill down her spine warns against it. Mayhaps she wasn’t the only one who had strange dreams. They were always followed by a letter from the king of the now five kingdoms. Tormund pushes Jon up the last few steps. He glances back to see that Sansa was watching them. He whispers something into Jon’s ear only while staring her down.

“Stop it Tormund!” Jon whispers back. When he looks back at her his eyes wander down.

“Is something wrong Jon?”

“No. We’ll talk in here. There’s no master room constructed yet. So this is as much privacy as we can expect.” Jon explains as he opens the door for them. “Any night’s watchmen out!”

Two tired and measly men stumble out of the room. Their eyes keep low as their limbs move slowly. Whoever they were they were not yet acclimated to the weather this far north. As the groggy men leave Jon slams the door shut behind them. His expression switches from suspicion to business.

“So why did you ask for this meeting,” Jon questions jumping straight into business.

“Am I not allowed to want to see you?” She sits comfortably on one of the beds.

“If you had wanted to just speak with me that is what I would assume this visit was. However, you sent for Tormund as well. So, what happened Sansa?” He sits next to her on the bed. Tormund found leaning against the wall closest to the door perferable. She wishes Jon would have done the same. Not only did his position make it more difficult to keep this professional, but she could feel the heat emanating off of him. Somehow he still smelt of home, of Winterfell after so long. His warmth reminding her of nights spent by the fireplace as Old Nan shared her stories with them. It was different back then. They were children. Children who thought themselves, siblings. Before the world and their trauma set upon them.

“Sansa?” he takes her hand and squeezes it comfortingly. “What’s wrong?”

“There was an attack,” she admits sounding far more devastated over it then what she had been.

“What kind of attack?” Sansa doesn’t miss the look of concern Jon gives Tormund.

“A group of wildings has been attacking the villages near the coast of the mainland closest to Bear Island.”

“How do you know it was wildlings and not some of your southern men?” Tormund’s voice was gruff. His impatience shining through as Jon shoots him a look that pleads for cooperation.

“Eye-witness reports. Some of the children and men who fought them off described them as wearing wilding clothing with no banner above them.” She explains squeezing Jon’s hand back.

Tormund looks at their hands before looking to Jon. His emotions clear on his face. He thought it ridiculous that she had summoned them down for this. “Why are we listening to this? Our people are waiting for our return and we are here to listen to her accuse them! No one under us has gone back South!”

“We don’t know that Tormund,” Jon declares as he pulls Sansa closer by her hand. “There is no way for us to keep track of everyone. I’ve told you about this Tormund,” Jon stands up releasing Sansa’s hand. She almost reaches to pull it back but stops herself last minute. To make it seem as if she had almost done nothing she rests her hand against her chest while the other remains still in her lap. Every movement measured, every result planned. “I think I’ve seen some sail south in boats from,”

“There’s no evidence of that. You’re so quick to believe this queen did you not learn your lesson from the other one?” Tormund voice is bitter and angry. Sansa could feel the hurt emanating from it. He wanted Jon to be on his side of this since it was them he now lived with. Yet Jon would never side against her, not with someone who was not blood or did not share his bed. Jon’s face contorts and he turns his back on his friend. Tormund had not thought wisely over his words. They had cut Jon deeper then any disagreement between them had ever cut Tormund.

“Fine. I will stay at the only working docks. I’ll watch and work with the wildings there. If I so much as find one northern woman there against her will then I am stealing the women back to their homes.”

“You couldn’t even handle one woman at a time, what makes you think you could take that many?” Tormund’s laugh was loud and boisterous.

“You know I don’t mean it that way.”

Tormund claps an arm around Jon’s shoulders. “We may make a wildling man out of you yet, my little crow.” he looks back at Sansa and frowns. “I’ll wait outside. I want to be heading back before it gets too dark.”

“Fine.” Jon slams the door shut behind the wildling. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he turns around. As he lets go he throws his arm out and opens his mouth. He closes it almost immediately again. “Look, I’m sorry Sansa. The wild folk, sometimes they just don’t like to listen. Tradition was never something any Northerners have ever been good at giving up.”

She stands and walks over to her blood. Offering her arms out as a gesture of understanding. As he embraces her again she wraps her arms tightly around him. She takes a deep breath trying to commit his scent to memory.

“I trust you to do your best to solve it. In the meantime, the Northerners will be told to continue trade with the wildings, but they have permission to defend themselves if violence occurs.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

“Winterfell is lonelier with all of you gone.” She admits talking into the fur of his clothes.

“Your queen now. That’s what you wanted.” He points out as he pulls back from her.

“I wanted my family there with me. I wanted us to have a home to go back to. A place for us all to stay safe,” she points out all but jabbing her finger into his chest.

“Arya will come back, and you are always free to come visit me. Just send word first and I will meet you, anywhere up North.”

“Anywhere, anytime?” She watches his expression carefully.

“I promise,” Jon’s face was completely sincere as he swears to Sansa.

“I will hold you to it, Jon Snow.”

He laughs and sits back down on one of the beds. Sansa looks back and forth between the door and her cousin. Curious as to what she should do next. Her business here was concluded. She and her men could start the ride back and be home before too many days. Yet here she was hesitating.

“Jon, have you heard who are ruling the newly open lordships of the North?”

He looks at her with a bemused smile. His eyes revealing his confusion as to why she asks. “No. Why Sansa?”

She sits back down next to him. “Well it helps no one if you know not who our people may have problems with in the future.”

“Our people?”

“They are just as much mine as they are yours. They may not recognize me as their queen but they love you Jon. I love you too, and as long as they treat you kindly and try to get along with the other Northerners then that is all I can ask.” Sansa points out as picks up a piece of paper from nearby. She searches for an ink pot and pen. Jon opens the dresser next to them and pulls two out.

“This use to be Samwell’s and mine room. He always kept extra ink in here,” Jon offers as a way of explanation.

“I will have to thank the maester,”

“I’m sure he would appreciate that,” Jon scoots closer as she inks the tip of the feather pen. Sansa leans her shoulder against his chest. She claims it’s too sturdy her hand as she writes. As they study the new lords and lady's names, Jon seems none the wiser. In this moment the wall almost felt like home.

#game of thrones #tormund #sansa stark #jonsa #jon snow #fanfiction #fanfic #ff

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jissoo · 5 years ago

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Yeah, the treatment frustrates me. I remember yg saying it takes so long bc he thrives for perfection but??? That's not an excuse?? Others have a good schedule of comebacks and are amazing. He can give us Blackpink's comebacks on time and still have it perfect. There's no excuse at this point. Jennie's solo came out like a year ago and we STILL have yet to even get Rosé's. This is just lazy and horrible management. Especially with the new come back no longer having a specific date.

agreed. the perfection excuse isn’t enough and even so, the perfection excuse is a lie. kill this love was such a rushed comeback, it’s literally like they pieced it together in 2 weeks and i guarantee you that making dddd didn’t take that long to make nor would it have taken them long to create other tracks to make aiiyl era a mini album comeback. i get so sad when i see other groups getting their comeback announcements regularly meanwhile bp are just locked in dungeon until it’s cf time like it just isn’t fair at all and the only thing to blame is yg ent. they take so long without reason. i’m still extra mad about rosé’s solo because we should’ve gotten it in 2019. i was so excited for her solo and i kept clowning myself the whole year about when we were going to get it only to get disappointed again. ROSÉ’S SOLO IS LITERALLY ONE SONG! ONE SONG! like, maybe if they actually invested the effort and time into doing it, we would’ve gotten it by now or mayhaps it’s already made but yg is keeping it hostage 🙄

i remember someone pointed out on twitter that in blackpink house jennie was seen singing/humming no one by lee hi which was released a year later in 2019 so, i guarantee that they probably already have the song ready, just no release of it. it’s not difficult to make them regularly active at all. mamamoo’s moonbyul just announced a 2nd solo album. AN ALBUM meanwhile we’re here begging for one solo song that yg can’t even give us. they deserve to be more active, imagine how big they would be (more than now) if they were active and putting out music more? ON TOP of rosé’s solo would be amazing. but of course, we get nothing but the bare minimum.

#askjissoo #just think of all the opportunities #like they say bp are going on another tour but like hold the fuck up can we get more music i dont want a mini at all

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Day 19 - Radiance

With Syngigeim and Q’hara fending off any stray beasts that would dare attack them, the Scions, and Emet-Selch, made their way to Fort Gohn. Where one might have expected any sort of construction within the past two years, the Fort looked relatively untouched, with burnt beams and torn walls. And this was after Urianger reassured the group that Y’sthola, or Master Matoya, as she evidently now went by, was helping to rebuild it.

Q’hara heard the Elezen mutter quizzically at this. “Mayhap Y’sthola sought shelter elsewhere. Come, let us quit this place.”

It was just then that Q’hara barely heard the sound of footsteps rushing towards them. “Now! Surround them!” A voice cried out. And then a flurry of footsteps, and the sounds of bowstrings being pulled as people...a mix of Elf, (Duskwights even, though maybe the First didn’t have such distinctions as in the Source) Darhn, and Ronso appeared. The majority seemed to be wielding bows and some had staffs. Mages and archers. But above all, there were far, far too many for them to contend with, if they were even going to fight. The group raised their hands in surrender.

Even still, their leader, a white furred with black stripped Ronso, seemed confused. “These sin-eaters! They’re not like the others!”

“There’s a reason for that. Lower your weapons, please. We mean you no harm,” Thancred said.

It was then that a Mystal woman strode up beside Ronso. A Mystal woman with purple hair and light blue eyes and an astrolobe in her hands.

“Kaen! Kaen! Thank the Twelve!” Q’hara said. “Please can you clear this up? We’re your friends right?”

A mutter came across the assailing crowd and suddenly Q’hara realized he probably just called Kaen by her “true” name if she had any time with the Night’s Blessed. Which he was guessing this might be. Hopefully. Bugger.

“Is this your beloved?” the Ronso asked her.

Kaen seemed to shudder at the mere thought of that. “No, but I do know him. Of course it would be you making the faux pas, Q’hara.”

“W-what of the others?” A nervous-looking Elf asked up. “Master Matoya was certain about a sin-eater.”

“Compatriots and allies of mine and Master Matoya. Except...” Her eyes fell on Emet-Selch. “You I do not know. Who is he?”

Q’hara heard Syngigeim mutter “oh boy” under her breath and seemed to be ready to start saying something. Unfortunately, Emet-Selch spoke up first. “Oh, trust me when I say I will not be sticking around much longer.” He then directed his words to Syngigeim. “I had hope we would have come to an understanding but it seems you seem to have more of a knack for infuriating the natives.” Syngigeim’s expression twitched in anger but he continued undeterred. “You have committed the sin of boring me. And so I retire to the shade.” He then gave her a smirk and said, “Good luck,” before promptly vanishing as an Ascian does.

“There! Did you see that one disappear?” The nervous Elf spoke up again.

Both Thancred and Syngigeim gave identical grunts of exasperation and frustration. “I think I preferred Lahabrea,” Thancred muttered.

Q’hara heard the sound of some sort of heels hitting on stone and a familiar, sharp voice shouted out, “Enough. Runar, Serah, report.”

Of course, Kaen would have taken her mother’s name. Q’hara should have figured that one out. She and the Ronso, evidently named Runar, turned around and addressed the approaching figure, calling her “Master Matoya.” Q’hara knew better as Y’sthola, now dressed in a flowing black dress. She...well, she looked good. Not that Q’hara would say that right at the moment, he did enough damage already. “We apprehended them as ordered but...they don’t look like Sin-Eaters and Serah seems to know them.”

“It is our friends and allies. Syngigeim, Q’hara, Thancred, Urianger and the new Minfilia I assume,” Kaen said, nodding to each of them in turn. Y’sthola seemed surprised and aghast at that. “I do not doubt what you said, I could tell something was troubling you about the aether,” Kaen continued. “Is something the matter? Can you still sense the disturbance?”

“I can. Only one sort of creature is sufficed with such light.” Her eyes, purest white and blind to normal sight, were still on Syngigeim, “Which makes it passing strange that something like that is in the company of people who’s aether I recognize.”

“Mine apologies Master Matoya, but thou art mistaken. Before thee standeth our dearest comrade, the truest hero among us,” Urianger spoke up and said. “Though Syngigeim hath but recently arrived in the First, her and thine compatriots have slain not one but two Lightwardens by their puissant hands.”

At that, Y’sthola was taken aback and looked genuinely shocked. “It- it can not be!”

Q’hara spotted Syngigeim seemingly flex her fingers and look down at the ground a bit. Was she genuinely upset that Y’sthola did not recognize her? They didn’t seem that particularly close, Syngigeim preferring other company in the Scions than the sometimes too harsh Y’sthola. But then she looked back up, and gave a little smile as she said “It’s been too long…clearly.”

“Oh, Syngi! That one was a bad pun. A horrid one! Too soon!” Q’hara exclaimed, not helping but to crack a grin at that.

“Oh bugger, that was a pun. Augh. Trust me when I say that wasn’t mine intent.” Syngigeim said, looking a bit flustered.

Meanwhile, Y’sthola was rapping her fist up against her cheek, seemingly ignoring the banter as she was thinking about something. “Master Matoya?” Runar asked after her.

“Lower your weapons.” She then finally said, her voice seemingly filled with some distress. Thankfully, the members of the Night’s Blessed complied. “Forgive us this hostile welcome. Come, I would give you a proper introduction to Rak’tika and its people.” The remaining members of the Blessed walked off, leaving Y’sthola to guide the Scions to her new home.

–

The Scions began their business within Rak’tika, seeking the way into the ancient ruins of Ronka. In between doing odds and ends for the members of the tribe, Q’hara, Syngigeim and Kaen assisted Y’sthola on her efforts on deciphering the tablet the Exarch gave her. Though now they were to rest a bit and partake of Runar’s stew.

“I’m a bit of a cook myself, so I am highly curious as to your skill,” Syngigeim said to Runar with actual enthusiasm. Much of Syngigeim’s behavior had been a bit distant, from everyone, so he was happy to see some sort of actual joy.

“Tis nothing too especially special,” Runar said. “Though I am interested to see what an outsider will think of it. But...”

“Something wrong?” Syngigeim asked.

“The others on patrol should have returned by now. Our food will be overcooked if we wait any longer. We will just have to start without them. Would you call Master Matoya and the others?”

“I’ll do it! You two chefs look after the food okay.” Q’hara suddenly said, walking on over to Y’sthola’s study. What the hells was keeping Syngigeim down lately? Q’hara wondered. She had been anxious ever since Alphinaud left for Garlemald but now something else seemed weighing on her. Hells she even broke up with her wife an-

“I tire of these games, Urianger. Why do you pretend you cannot see it?!” Q’hara suddenly heard Y’sthola say just as he got to her door. “The blessing may spare her the fate of becoming a Lightwarden but you can not be blind to the nascent corruption! She is not as she was in the Source.”

What?! Q’hara leaned in close to the door, putting his left ear up against it. He heard no noises, save for the beating of his own heart, for a few terse painful moments before Y’sthola started back up again.

“Though I have no proof, I fear that the light which poured forth from the Wardens was not negated at all. I fear it has been absorbed – that she has been suffused with their light.”

That...would explain a lot about her behavior, if she was somehow aware of this. A stark terror gripped Q’hara’s heart. Wait, then her using Eos on Titania’s light and claiming that she was using that to release the aether back to the earth was a lie?! Why would she do-

“Though I have given thought to such possibility, I dare not speak until more is known,” Urianger said.

He heard Y’sthola scoff at that. “By the time you deign to enlighten us, it may be too late – if it is not already.”

Q’hara flexed his hand into a fist and glanced on back at Syngigeim as he over heard Y’sthola’s response. “Urianger – I know full well, after all these years, that you have only the best of intentions. But that does not make it any easier to put my faith in such a man so infatuated with secrecy. I have had my suspicions ever since the Exarch bade you speak that day, but now I must ask.” Q’hara turned to look at the door, taking care to hear. “The Eighth Umbral Calamity and all that followed; everything you have claimed to have seen – did you?”

The moments seemed agonizing as Q’hara heard nothing from Urianger and just as he tried to shuffle in closer, he heard a cry for help. “The Eulmorans have come for us! We’re under attack!”

Gods be good, why did this have to happen now? Because that be how the world works. Always another issue to distract. He would just have to table this for after they deal with Rak’tika and its Lightwarden.

#FFxivWrite2019 #q'hara tia #syngigeim usynlonwyn #kaen paniphar #y'sthola rhul #Urianger Augurelt #Emet-Selch #thancred waters #runar

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foul-humors · 6 years ago

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Revelation

A small, weathered airship broke through the cloud layer below Azys Lla. The ancient allagan facility remained hovering in the sky as it had for five thousand years. Not by coincidence, one of the passengers of the airship found her earliest still-existing memories taking place there. Nighean smirked fondly at the fuzzy memory: How she'd been summoned to the facility like other creatures of the void, and how she'd seduced Paion, the lead researcher of the team that summoned her. How she'd broken free of her bonds, freed her fellow voidsent, and when the researcher asked the reason for her fury, she explained that she controlled her own fate.

She stood on the deck of the airship, arms folded. The two-man crew of the small craft managed the controls and mechanisms under the close watch of the half-dozen black-robed cultists. Or, rather, as close a watch as the half-panicked cultists could be, not accustomed to flying. At her side, a smartly-dressed Roegadyn with two, thick black horns sprouting from the sides of his head, seemed just as unbothered by the flight as the demoness at his side. He smirked at the sight of the facility. "Ah...thar she is..." the Roegadyn commented, satisfied.

Nighean nodded. "Dear pilot, pray guide us along the western edge of the floating continent. We seek a red structure, with a short, central column wrapped by lesser spirals. Tis solitary upon its rock.” The pilot muttered something in response, but seemed to acknowledge her. “Lord Heartsnatcher?" She spoke the Roegadyn’s name - a title, really - and waved her hand to some objects moving towards them from the facility.

"Ah right ye damned souls, hop to! Aronz, Jajalolo! Aim yer cannons to the second bell and deal wit them sharks!" the Roegadyn commanded. A hyur and a lalafell moved to the starboard side of the deck, wrapped their legs into the railing, and aimed their rifles. A volley was released under Heartsnatcher's direction, and moments later, another. The objects - allagan scouting drones - were downed swiftly.

"Got em', m'lady!" the hyur exclaimed.

"Most excellent, Aronz." She looked to Lord Heartsnatcher, and gave him an approving nod, then held her hands to the sides, channeling magic. "Mayhap the rest of this trip should be quieter." As more drones approached, to them, the airship would simply vanish from the skies.

Without further hinderance, the pilot brought the airship to the island in question, and all of the cultists - save Lord Heartsnatcher - stepped off and began making sure there was nothing there to get in their way. Heartsnatcher remained with Nighean as she addressed the airship crew...a miqo’te man and a hyur woman who looked less happy by the second.

"I am to understand one of you knows aught regarding the operation of Allagan Tech?" Nighean asked. The non-pilot nodded and raised her hand nervously. "Wonderful. You shall accompany us."

"Now wait just a minute! You said nothing about-!" the pilot started. Lord Heartsnatcher cut him off with a backhand.

"M'lady di'n't see fit ta speak ta ya. Keep yer comments to yerself," the Roegadyn growled.

Nighean sighed, and turned to disembark. "Lord Heartsnatcher, tis most unnecessary to strike him. He merely speaks from a place of concern for his companion." She looked over her shoulder. "Pray do not worry. I have no intention of seeing either of you come to harm, so long as you continue to cooperate." She motioned for the woman to follow as she moved down the gangplank.

Lord Heartsnatcher grumbled at the pilot. "Yer lucky she's runnin' tha show." He paused at the gangplank. "I'm doubtin' ya will leave yer lass behind, but if'n ya do, know I'm gonna boot her off the rock. But hey...mebbeh you'll catch 'er, aye?" He chuckled.

Setting foot on the flying island, Heartsnatcher hopped a bit in place to test how solid and stable it was. "Huh. Queer stuff, 'at," he muttered before looking to Nighean. "Might I have a moment o' indulgence, m'lady?"

"You may," the demoness replied, looking over the building.

"What be our purpose, 'ere? I thought yer Order, ‘at ‘Nevermorn,’ was headin' this way soon."

Nighean nodded. "They are...yet I would be sure there is naught to compromise me ere they arrive."

"Ah. Makes sense. Ya sure ya ain't the one wot likes books an' thinkin'?" He chuckled...though the sound caught in his throat as Nighean shot him a glare. With a bowed head, he muttered, "Er, beggin' yer pardon, m'lady."

One of the cultists approached. "The facility is wide open, my lady."

Nighean nodded. "Thank you, Miss U'hana." At that, the group made their way into the building, with the cultists leading, guided by Lord Heartsnatcher. Nighean kept the engineer close to her side, cooing to the young woman."Worry not. I shall keep you safe."

The nervous woman gave the demoness a troubled glance, first into those vivid amber eyes, then at Nighean's horns. Nighean smiled warmly and shook her head. "Indeed do I know your thoughts. You wonder if you can trust a creature such as I." She laid her hand on the young woman's shoulder, her vicious talons in full view, yet not presented threateningly.

"You're voidsent, right?" the woman asked.

Nighean nodded. "Indeed, but tis never been my want to use people, then discard them. Rather would I put you to work, and reward you appropriately. Thus do I expect to engage your services in the future."

The woman hesitated. She was nervous enough, still expecting the feminine creature at her side to turn on her at any second. "The part where you kidnapped us isn't really working in your favor, if that's your goal."

Rather than strike her, Nighean chuckled. "Mayhap not, yet I fear it was necessary." The hall opened to a large room with smashed specimen tubes strewn about the area. The tubes were filled with strange, chimeral creations, though nothing seemed a threat. The cultists reported to Heartsnatcher before the Roegadyn turned to the pair.

"Nothin' ta stand in yer way, m'lady!" he said with a nod.

Nighean nodded. "Tis most appreciated, Lord Heartsnatcher. I should think this will take a moment, so a few to watch over the entrances, and the others to rest until they switch."

Lord Heartsnatcher grinned. "Aye, 'at'll do, m'lady." He turned to gather the cultist and issue his orders. Nighean looked to the woman.

"Pray tell me your name."

"Eh? Tara." the woman replied, furrowing her brow up at Nighean. "Look, no offense, but can we get this over with?"

Nighean nodded. "Very well, Miss Tara. Pray find a terminal, and see to its operation." A vial of blended plant matter appeared in her hand. "Tis my goal to analyze the contents of this vial, and query the system for records which relate to it."

Tara nodded, and set about her task.

A few bells went by before Lord Heartsnatcher approached the pair. "Beggin' yer pardon, m'lady, but...."

Nighean cut him off with a raised hand as she watched Tara work. "You wonder: Should I not know already how to operate this? Should I not have gained the knowledge through Esoterica? And should it not be so, why not turn to one of our own?" Her gaze drifted to the Roegadyn.

He nodded. "Aye, m'lady."

Nighean shook her head. "Long ago was I here, and long ago did the systems come to know me. Those parts connected with the systems that remember will reject my query. Those not connected with such have not the information we need."

The Roegadyn rubbed his chin in thought. "Aye. I s'pose 'at makes sense. But then, wa’t of our own? Why not one o’ them?"

“My taint upon them may yet be recognized by the system.” Nighean answered simply, then looked back at Tara as the woman closed up the derelict terminal and turned it on. Heartsnatcher grinned. "Oy! Excellent work, lass! Wot was wrong wit' it?"

"Power was disconnected," came the reply.

"Wot?"

"It had nothing give it energy."

"It took ya that long ta figure 'at out?"

Tara rolled her eyes. "You think you could have done better?" She held out her hand to Nighean, making a grabby motion. The voidsent chuckled, and set the vial in Tara's waiting hand.

"Well...no, 'spose not," Heartsnatcher replied, realizing he didn't have the foggiest idea how even the simple magitek put out by Ironworks functioned.

The terminal's lens projected a floating, holographic interface, and Tara studied it for a moment before poking at it methodically. "Please identify this sample," she stated clearly, holding the vial out to it. As the other cultists began to watch, curiously, a separate light from the terminal focused on and enveloped the vial, causing it to float out of Tara's hand. It beeped quietly for a bit before returning the vial to the woman.

"Searching, Searching. Match found. Substance identified as 'Aetherochemical Substance V-1632-GE' with unknown flora contaminants."

Tara looked back to Nighean and Heartsnatcher. Nighean mouthed something, and Tara looked back to the device. "What's Aetherochemical Substance V-16...3...?” She paused. The terminal beeped at her.

"Please restate query."

Tara shook her head. "What is the previously identified substance?"

The terminal beeped. "Standby. 'Aetherochemical Substance V-1632-GE' was created by Team Leader Paion with the assistance of co-leader Adrasteia." Nighean laughed at the mention of Paion, then gave pause at the second name, her usual confident smirk vanishing. The name made her mind itch, though she couldn’t figure out why.

The terminal continued: "V-1632-GE is an experimental cleaner for aetheric corruption common to creatures of the World of Darkness. Note: the substance has not been approved for mass production, however, and the line was not continued."

Heartsnatcher asked, "Oy! Why not?"

"Clarify," the terminal responded. "Would you like to know why it was not approved, or why the line was not continued?"

"Both," Tara answered, curious. A cleanser for void corruption was worth pursuing, and it wouldn’t make sense to just toss it aside.

Beep. "Though the reaction can be sustained theoretically indefinitely, the cleansed aether remains in the solution until it is drawn out, resulting in temporary suspension of the reaction. Though there exist means to draw the aether out, methods which draw it out fast enough to allow for practical application have proven to be dangerous."

Heartsnatcher looked to Nighean. "'At wot happened ta yer servants in La Noscea?" Nighean nodded in response.

The terminal continued, unconcerned with Heartsnatcher's question. "The experiment line was not continued due to the sudden unavailability of Paion's team."

"What happened to them?" Tara asked, starting to wonder if the substance in her hand was toxic to her. Before the terminal responded, Heartsnatcher asked Nighean, "T'ink this has ta do wit ya?" Again, Nighean nodded, smirking lightly.

Beep. "Searching. Searching. Searching. Searching. Detailed information limited due to data corruption. Summary: All team members dead or missing."

"What happened to them?" Tara asked.

Beep. "Detailed information regarding this matter is limited due to data corruption. Cross referencing with team member biographies. Data has been manually added by Paion regarding the disposition of team members Adrasteia, Bethzatha, and Iaret. Each are listed as 'deceased' according to this data. Cause of death is suicide."

Nighean tilted her head. Lord Heartsnatcher asked her, "Doesn' match up wit yer mem'ries, does it, m'lady?" Nighean nodded in agreement, but seemed unconcerned. Tara looked back at the two of them, then at the substance in her hand, then at the Terminal.

"Is there evidence to verify this?" Tara asked.

Beep. "Analyzing available records. Standby. Standby. Standby. Analysis complete. Physical and recorded evidence are available, however incomplete. Independent review may be required to verify Paion's entries. Would you like to proceed with the review?"

"Aye," Heartsnatcher said.

"Yes," Tara spoke at the same time.

Nighean said nothing, folding her arms, a smirk returning to her lips. The terminal beeped at them, and stated, "Note: These recordings have been automatically selected, and may be irrelevant and-or incomplete. Compiling. Standby." Even for Nighean, it seemed to take the system a long time to compile the data, though this was far from due to the actual passage of time, which was mere minutes. "Compilation complete. Projecting"

As the scene materialized in the air before them, two hyur - a man and a woman with greying hair - could be viewed. He had eyes of soft blue, and her eyes, at first, appeared a curious shade of amber. Closer inspection would reveal her right eye's iris was a flat black. Both were dressed in the garb of Allagan researchers, and stood tensely in a hallway. The man's arms were folded, face stern. "He volunteered."

"Do not speak such lies to me!" she replied, upset. She stared at him, scrutinizing him.

"Oi, she talks like you," Heartsnatcher mutters. Nighean shushed him, focused on the scene.

The man in the recording threw up his arms in exasperation. "Fine, he didn't!" With a grunt, he continued. "But I've told you. Until we reestablish contact with the ground, sacrifices have to be made if we are to make progress!"

She shook her head. "Paion, can you not see the reality you face? Those who left had the right of it! The Empire is gone!"

He scoffed. "Since when did you care about the Empire? You always pursued the research for its own sake."

"Truly do I wish to see our research bear fruit, yet I am not blind to reality! We are done, volunteers or no!"

He reached out to brush her hair from her face. "If you truly think that way, then please leave, my love...but I'm staying. I won't let this go to w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-" He was cut off as the scene stuttered and vanished.

The terminal beeped. "Data of the remaining scene is missing. Skipping."

When the images returned, the woman from earlier sat at the end of a bed in a small room. She was contemplating some manner of tool in her hand which resembled a cross between a syringe and a handgun. She didn't spend long on it before pressing the tip to her arm and pulling the trigger. She winced as the syringe instantly emptied, but for a moment, nothing else seemed to happen. Then she grimaced, clutching at her chest and falling to the ground in clear pain. Once more, the scene vanished.

Again, the terminal beeped. "Data of the remaining scene is missing. Skipping."

"I guess she did commit suicide...assuming that was Adrasteia," Tara commented. "But it looks like she didn't m- Oh, here we go."

The same scene returned, but the room was in disarray, furniture knocked about. A feminine figure stood in a shaded corner as Paion - the man from earlier - approached. "Adra? Is that you?" Though his expression was calm, there was fear in his voice.

"Tis indeed," she replied. Her tone was calm, yet her voice had an unnatural quality to it. The cultists looked to Nighean. The voice was terribly similar to the voidsent's own.

"What...what have you done?" Paion asked on the recording.

She stepped out of the shadows. It was the same woman from before, but her clothes were torn and singed, doing little to hide her beautifully twisted form. Patches of scales streaked across her body, and a quartet of under-developed horns sprouted from beneath her hair. Paion backed away, frightened.

"I have taken control of my fate." As the woman on the recording spoke this, Nighean's eyes went wide, and she took a step backward.

"Data of the remaining scene is missing. Skipping."

"No! Halt! Cease playback!" Nighean suddenly called out.

"Recognized banned user. Command rejected." Nighean stared as the recording resumed, unrelenting. Neither Heartsnatcher nor Tara requested it to stop. She could have blasted the terminal, but something stayed her hand.

The new scene took place in a lab of some sort. Paion was thrown into view, crashing through the equipment. He grunted, and moved to his feet with effort. The twisted woman he'd called 'Adra' earlier approached from that direction. As she loomed over him, his eyes darted around the lab, resting on a staff nearby before looking to her. "Please stop this! You're destroying everything we've done!"

"We shall be your slaves no longer, Paion." was her reply.

"I...what was I to do?! You...you made yourself into one of those creatures! I couldn't simply let you roam free!" He reached for the staff, but she lashed out with swiftly moving talons, slicing through the table it rested on.

"YOU HAD FORCED MY HAND!" she screamed as he jumped away, now backed into a corner. Her talons retracted, and she looked over her hand before her eyes snapped to him once more. "Pray speak honestly. How long would you have assured me everything was to work out for the best? How long ere I was made another 'volunteer’?” She laughed scornfully.

"It...it wouldn't have happened! Adrasteia...I loved you." Tears welled up in his eyes.

Adrasteia sneered. "Twas your research you loved. Admit the truth: you restrained me out of jealousy. Jealous that I succeeded where you failed." She backed him against the wall, then grabbed his arms and lifted him, amber eyes glowing hellishly.

"Please, Adra! The...The process...it has made you paranoid! The subjects have always been psychologically unstable! Let me help you!"

She laughed scornfully. "You think me paranoid? My mind has never been so clear. Yet I shall not reject your offer." She moved to lock her lips with his, whispering, "You will help me. Your aether will empower and susta- ARGH!"

With a cry, she dropped him, back arched in pain as an assault came from behind. Suppression units had entered the lab and were firing at her. As she recoiled, they lashed out with mechanical ropes, trying to restrain her. Talons swiftly extended, she sliced through them. With her focus now off him, Paion grabbed the staff. He spoke arcane words, and aether swirled from it, forming into a dark gate.

"Adrasteia tis Diafthoras, I rebuke thee in the name of Hydaelyn! Through your sins you have made yourself an enemy of this star and all life upon it! You have become a wretched creature of the Dark! I banish you forthwith through this gate and to your new home! Be gone from this world!"

She screeched in anger, struggling against the aetheric binds as they dragged her through the gate.

The scene vanished once more.

"End of compilation. Note: Automatic analysis suggests Adrasteia's death has been misreported. The system suggests that her status be changed to 'missing'."

As the recording stopped, everyone in the area was quiet. Tara looked around at all them, puzzled, clearly missing some key information. The voidsent woman looked uncharacteristically stunned, if not outright frightened. Lord Heartsnatcher broke the silence.

"So...we know her true and proper name, then," he spoke with a somewhat sinister tone. Nighean looked to him sharply, but before she could say or do anything, two of the cultists sprang forward, staves held forward. Before they could even get a few syllables out, Nighean stretched forth with her talons and sliced one to ribbons. She was not fast enough for the other, however.

"Adrasteia tis Diafthoras, stop in place and heed my command!" the cultist ordered.

Nighean froze, then turned to the cultist, hatred in her eyes. "DARE you use my name against me?! Dare you after aught that I have done for you?!" Her voice had power behind it, but it was undirected. The cultist quaked. "WELL?!"

Lord Heartsnatcher chuckled, and looked back at the frightened man. "Go on, lad. Ya got the false Lady's ear, then." Nighean's eyes turned to Heartsnatcher, the burning hatred there focused on him. Still, she seemed unable to act.“Our true Lady bid us ask her a question, did she not?”

The cultist swallowed and spoke clearly, "I command you to tell us the truth: Who was responsible for the attacks on the Mirrors of Adrasteia and their servants?"

Nighean growled, her visage becoming harsher by the second. "I was."

At that admission, everything - event ambien noises - went silent. It was as though the sound was snuffed out like a candlelight. When it returned, another woman - the spitting image of Nighean, though seeming as an eastern noblewoman by her dress - entered. The cultist pointed his staff at the new one, but Heartsnatcher held his hand up. "M'lady. My true lady," he spoke, kneeling before her. "We have done as you asked."

"Esoterica," the first Nighean growled.

"Melodia," she second replied calmly, nodding to her counterpart in greeting. "Truly do I think we should have a word."

"Think you that these treacherous worms will not use our name against you in time?" Nighean Melodia asked. Nighean Esoterica tilted her head.

"You were want to promise them a family. Twas I who offered them what they craved: Power." Lord Heartsnatcher grinned at Esoterica's words. His grin didn't last long, however, as Esoterica continued. "Yet, unlike you, I was never want to trust any mortal."

"Eh?" Heartsnatcher grunted, before the realization struck him and he bellowed, "Bind her!"

The staff-wielding cultist found himself unable to speak the words, already silenced by Esoterica’s magic. Esoterica waved her hand dismissively, not taking her eyes from Nighean Melodia. The simple gesture begat horrific movements of power, and cultist began screaming. Their expressions wrenched into agony and horror as they melted into piles of flesh, cloth, and bone.

"By the twelve!" Tara shrieked, pushing up against the wall behind her.

Esoterica looked to the woman. "How curious...you are not sworn to us." She looked to Melodia. "We had those among us that might solve the problems of Allag tech, and yet you bring her? Mayhap you did not trust Heartsnatcher after all. Most proud I am of you, Melodia, that you would consider such a possibility and plan around it. Ah...truly would this have been an enjoyable game, had I known we were playing."

Esoterica looked back to the woman, and waved her away. "Go. Your freedom was promised, and I am not want to break our deals, whether made by myself or...my other self." At this last bit, she looked to Melodia. Tara was frozen by terror until Esoterica looked to her and bellowed, "GO!". With that, Tara fled from the area before the creature changed her mind.

Esoterica grabbed her counterpart’s hand, teleporting them away as she said, “Again, Melodia...we need to talk.”

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