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The Katarite (Storyteller)

Characters:

Raymond De Merville as Shin Minamoto (warrior) x OC Mizuki Heiki

Lyn's Writing Event - Week 3 - Day 19 (late submission)

May 19th: Week 3: Shinto (Japan)

Characters: Raymond De Merville (as Shin Minamoto, a warrior) x OC (female courtier turned samurai) Mizuki Heiki

Fandom: Richard Armitage – Pilgrimage (history jump)

Word Count:

Location: Near Kyoto, Japan, rural valley – circa September 1184   ��Heiki Rebellion”

Warnings: graphic violence, samurai, ritual disembowelment, suicide, interrogation, dominance, death, character death, some angst, fluff possibly. (in full fic- part 1 is tame)

Definitions:

Biwa – bard (minstrel)

Heishi   - Soldier (belonging to an allegiance or faction)

Samarai – warrior (belonging to a master or family)

Isogaba maware – make haste slowly

            The wind rushed over Mizuki’s face, fall was setting in, leaves playing around her in swirls. She tucked her clothes tighter against her form, her hair in a tight braid down her back, blowing along with the wind. She didn’t want to shiver, as it wasn’t that cold, but she had been on the roads for hours and still was not any closer to the soldier’s she had seen pass her village a day ago. They must be resting further into the forest. Mizuki scanned the landscape, looking for smoke or sound. The sunset was falling behind the peak and a warm glow flowed through the valley towards her, reaching for her as she stepped towards the forest line.

Mizuki kept walking, trudging with her gear on her back, a small rattle of her cup kicked against her hip with each step. She was going to have to be quieter in the night if she was going to make it to their camps. The further she got into the forest, the darker it got around her, and she prayed against the medallion on her neck for good spirits to protect her. Mizuki stopped short when she heard some commotion, men were talking, and a fire’s glow was starting to take shape among the shadows of the trees. Mizuki smirked and set her gear down, slowly. She removed her cup, and shoved it into the sack, as she took out a piece of rope. She looked up and saw a branch from the flicker of the fire as it whooshed bigger suddenly. She was only about 10 yards away. She wrapped the rope around the trunk of the tree and scurried up it, resting on the first sustainable branch, tucking the rope into her sleeve. The branch leaned over towards the fire ring, she could see the men now, smell the smoke.

A twig snapped below her, and she stiffened, looking down from her perch, to see two darkened but bright eyes looking up at her. Mizuki held her breath, not noticing that the larger fire was illuminating her branch for that second.

The eyes dropped to the ground, and it spoke, a deep voice billowed against the crackle of the fire, “Do you know of any rabbits that climb trees?” Shin spoke to his men. The men looked towards him and laughed, in riotous response. “Not I? they usually keep to the ground, Captain” one said. Shin looked to Mizuki’s perch again, sneering, “Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” Shin threw a dagger at Mizuki’s branch and she flinched, falling off the branch and crashing into his arms. Shin caught her, then set her down roughly and pinned her against the trunk of the same tree, “What are you doing here?” Shin gritted teeth shone, his breath on her cheek, his hand on her neck.

Mizuki’s eyes were wide, and she looked around her, the men starting to take attention at the Captain’s words. Mizuki found her breath and her voice, “I am coming to find the bards.”

Shin dropped his hand, “The biwa? Dressed like that? and climbing trees, you are far from the biwa” he shook his head, “Why are you really here?”

Mizuki stood still, Shin was still close, but he wasn’t holding her to the tree anymore. A light minstrel song started through the trees then, and Mizuki watched as Shin turned his head towards the sound. Shin’s eyes darted back to her, “I see. So climbing trees is just a hobby then, fair one,”

Mizuki looked down, “No sir, just a way of staying safe at night, so no one can,” She looked back up at him, and the pause made him understand. Shin smiled softly, “clever,” he praised. Mizuki allowed herself to smile shyly.

“What is your name?” Shin asked. Mizuki started to respond and a minstrel came up to them brightly.

“Good evening, I see you have found our muse, she has been wanting to find the brigade again, and travel with more, suitable company”, the minstrel jeered, elbowing towards Shin who was expressionless in the dim light.  The minstrel’s smile dropped, and he came closer to Mizuki, “My dear, we were worried you were taken, but I see you have found the soldiers you wanted”, Mizuki looked at him her eyes bright, as if to say ‘don’t give all my info away’.

The minstrel retreated and stepped away from them, attending to the jovial soldiers around the fire.

Mizuki shifted herself and stepped away from Shin, “I wasn’t. I am able to make it my own way, thanks Biwa”. Then as if ceremoniously she turned back to Captain Shin and said, “I am Mizuki.”

Shin placed his hand on his chest, “I am Shin, Captain of the guard of the Minamoto clan.”

Mizuki gulped quietly, knowing that she was now in the middle of the encampment of the rebelling soldiers of the Minamoto clan. She bowed slightly, “It is a honor to meet you, may I join your company for the rest of my journey,”

Shin looked at her again, inquisitively, “And what skill do you bring?”

Mizuki looked back at him, eyes sure, “I am trained in weapons, tactics, I can scribe”,

Shin looked thoughtful, “Can you cook? Or heal?”  Mizuki narrowed her eyes, trying not to be offended by the high skills she offered already. Shin, saw her reaction and tried a new tact.

“We don’t have much use for scribe, but we may, can you hunt?” Shin asked, rubbing his chin.

Mizuki grinned, “Oh yes, I can catch many things smaller than I.”

Shin returned the smile, “Good, well, then, welcome to the company.”  

Mizuki thanked him with her nod solemnly, “I will not let you down Captain.”

“See that you don’t. I don’t have much use for you if you cant fight, or pose as look out”, he smirked, looking back up to her branch, “Maybe you should work on that.”

Mizuki’s heart sunk a bit but was agreed that if he didn’t want her for any womanly things, she would be safe from harm, on the ground. The minstrels tended to drink too much at night and get rather handsy. Mizuki took to sleeping in the trees for safety, while the minstrels more or less fell asleep around the trunk of the tree she was inhabiting.

Shin watched her retrieve her sack from the tree, and was impressed with her climbing skills, her nimble little form scurried quickly and was down again within a moment. Much more graceful than when he had spooked her into his arms. She would have to cover her hair, and stop smelling like flowers too, that drew him a core sensation. He pulled the belt tighter on his tunic and took a deep breath. Mizuki did not notice Shin’s demeanor change, she simply walked past him wrapping her rope and sat down by the fire.

Shin walked to the fire to address the men, “Listen, I am introducing you to Mizuki, she, will be joining us for the rebellion, she is skilled, and will only take orders from me, is that clear.”

Some men were listening, and others were not, but most of them grunted or acknowledged Shin’s words. The ones that did, eyed her with devilish intent, and Mizuki tried to ignore it. Mizuki sat down, grabbing a bowl from the firepit ring, and scooping some stew out of the pot hanging. It was sour, and smelled foul, but she was starving, and she ate it even as it burnt her taste buds from the temperature. Shin again, watched her with curiosity.

Mizuki watched Shin now, realizing how tall he was against the other men, and how attractive he was. Mizuki squirmed in her seat, she had been offered plenty of manly options in her life, as a former courtier it was all duty and pretense, but she had laid with a man before. She had been betrothed, until he died from an illness. Mizuki still had not felt love, not known the stir of fancy. Looking at Shin now, something stirred within her, it felt dangerous, and different. Mizuki dropped her gaze back to her bowl and kept eating. When she finished, she set her bedroll down and curled up on it like a small animal.

The other men had fallen asleep, and the embers of the fire died down. Shin entered his tent, pausing towards Mizuki’s form, and retreating for the night on his cot.

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The next morning, the sun broke through the trees early, and Mizuki heard the birds quell before she felt the sun. She gathered herself and went to find some food and water. A stream cut through the dense forest and Mizuki gathered water in her satchel. She drank from her hand, crouching at the stream, this time alert she felt a presence and drew her own kinife from her boot.

She stood quickly spinning around, “Better little sprite” Shin smiled down at her. Mizuki’s knife was poking into his tunic and armor, “Now, what are you doing out here?” he asked.

Mizuki looked at him puzzled, “finding water and breakfast.”

Shin looked along the banks of the stream, “I see, and what is it, you are going to find for us?”

Mizuki looked at him, confused, “Captain, you said I wasn’t the cook, but I can gather berries from over there,” she explained pointing towards a bush across the stream.

An arrow shot through the trees as she spoke, and Shin pushed her down to the ground swiftly, crouching himself against the embankment, “So much for breakfast,” he grunted, letting go of her, and running back towards the encampment. He shouted in Japanese, “Isogaba maware.”

(PART 2 tomorrow)

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@sweetestgbye @legolasbadass @scariusaquarius @evenstaredits @middleearthpixie @lathalea @enchantzz @riepu10 @amylupotter

Lyn's Writing Event 2024 - Day 19

[skelevall]

a hoonter must hoont

[roadwanderer]

save me chinese stealth armor… chinese stealth armor save me…

[dogontwolegs]

wulf the wolf

[arcxus-of-altihex]

Ruan ref!! Or well, I wanted to revamp his design for 2024 so here he is.

[szynkaaa]

my girl cries stardust

or that one time the Destined One was starstruck (literally?)

in my head this is after the Destined One and my OC have been traveling for a while and now and established a good form of communication too despite the Destined One being silent. He noticed that she never allows her herself to cry in front of him, figured it might be because she didn't want people to see her cry. And then something something happened where she reached her limit and broke down. Seeing her cry was simultaneouslythe most beautiful and heartbreaking thing he has seen.

[kabewski]

GUN WITCH FOREVER

[killsworthss]

Can’t stop and won’t stop my delulu

You can do it with vidu studio or lumalabs

Have fun loves 🤭🤍

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your squad like this

[henneseyhoe]

What A Woman Wants; Fun

JoeyBada$$ X BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: Basically pwp, Strangers sex(don’t be her, this is crazy lmao), Mentions of intoxication (the reg shit), Daddy kink(surprise, surprise), Public sex, Bathroom sex(kinda?), No protection (WRAP IT BEFORE YA SMACK IT), Dirty talk cause yeah, Unedited (girl im tired, sorry)

SUMMARY: What’s the point of going out if you can’t have fun?

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She honestly had no business being out this late, especially downtown. But, she was a sucker for pretty lights and good music, she needed an excuse to wear a sexy dress with heels way too tall and she wanted to score free drinks, which she successfully did with the bat of her long eyelashes, successfully pulling in anyone that looked her way like a cheetah ready to pounce on its prey.

One of them were for sure to be her victim tonight, and she knew exactly who by the time she was sipsy and on the dance floor.

Bodies crowded all around her, moving to the beats of soca and dancehall music bumping through speakers loud enough to almost damage hearing. The air was nearly polluted with weed smoke.

All she focused on was moving her hips to the rhythm and giving the man behind her a show better than he had seen in all his years of living even if it was just a simple whine of her waist, she was gonna make it look as sexy as it could be as her mini dress rode up the cup of her ass with every swirl. She didn’t care.

“No panties?”

He asks as his hands trail up the front of her thighs, breath warm against the neck he had riddled hickeys on seconds ago. His voice was deep, a new york accent prevalent all throughout that made her pussy scream fuck me till the sun up, or at least till I tell you to fuck off.

She shakes her head slowly and licks her lips, her crimped curls falling into her face as she continued to whine up against him, pulling him closer behind her by the back of his neck.

He didn’t even have to ask, really. He knew the feeling of pussy in his lap when he felt it, clothed or not.

“I was hoping later tonight i’d get this dress ripped off and fucked like I deserved to be”

He let out a low moan from her forwardness, his heart skipping a beat behind his rib cage and his hands gripping hard on her waist to help control the fluidness of her movements. She could just feel his hard dick against her ass, twitching underneath the restricting true religion jeans at each word she devilishly spoke to him.

As they danced, there were moans leaving their mouths that only they could hear, thumping in her core that only she could feel. His breathing against her ear had her hot with arousal, a large hand with fingers decorated with jewelry coming up to wrap around her throat and grip to keep her grinding just in the right place. She whimpers softly as her dancing stutters, the girl feeling a nudge at her entrance from his erection.

“Keep doing that shit imma have to fuck you right in the middle of this club, ma” He spoke against her ear again, pressing harder against her. Without any other thought, she nodded needly as if he had asked her instead, earning a smack to her ass that would have made her almost stumble forward if it wasn’t for him holding her back against his chest.

“Outside. Now”

There was bass in his voice, just enough to make her quickly break away from him to follow instructions.

He watched every single step, her dress repeating rolling up the curve of her ass on each click of the six inchers her feet were screaming to get out of, but she would just have to ignore it for the night. Making it to the bathroom in the heels wasn’t even the hard part, it was actually staying up right in them when getting pounded standing up.

Fucking in a bathroom hallway wasn’t ideal, but they couldn’t wait to get to her apartment, his, or even his car.

One leg lifted and held up on his shoulder with her back against a wall, his hands gripped onto her waist to keep her in place as her hands grabbed a hold of his biceps. Thank god for flexibility gained by her stretching that morning.

She heard the sound of his chains clanking against his chest and felt the cold material of them against her leg with every movement in, the feeling of cool metal on her skin being just enough to add onto her pleasure.

“Give it to me!”

She begged breathlessly and he gladly obliged, slightly bending his knees to hit that secret spot that had her toes curling into her shoes. At any point anyone could walk out and see them. See her bent and surrendering to him. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Say my name, ma”

She didn’t even know the niggas name, but her immediate response was—

“DADDY!”

And he happily accepted it. The tip of his dick effortlessly found her gspot in no time and he wasted nothing to continue to press up against it, leaving her a babbling mess. It was like he had broken free a dam, pussy responding to his beck and call by soaking him and pulling him deeper.

He curses under his breath, praising her on how good she was taking him with no prep beforehand.

“You’re so fucking deep!”

Her tummy swirled when she felt the tip of him sit at the button of her belly button, her eyes widening.

“That’s how you like it, right? Lemme know, baby, I wanna make this pussy get right”

He moans, his lips brushing against hers just before he pecks them once to get his fix.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck!”

He made her forget she had free will to cover her mouth as she did truly wonder about the volume of her voice right now even with music playing, but she was too caught up in the strokes he was delivering, a sudden slow swirl of his hips to reposition himself followed by a hard press into her that filled her to the brim taking all of her breath away. He could listen to her whimpering like that for hours.

“I know, baby, I know. Let that shit out, I wanna feel that pussy cum for me”

He encouraged her, a lopsided grin growing on his face as he watched her completely lose it. He himself couldn’t even contain a manageable volume, but he also didn’t care like she did. He was gonna make his noise regardless. Let her know that pussy was good.

“When we done imma need that number, ma. You call me whenever, aight?” He spoke in between doing his damage, his eyes now focusing on where they met.

She moans in agreement since that was all she could really do without her voice breaking. He understood because he could feel the choking squeeze of her walls, her cream sticking to his balls and making the clapping sound way more apparent. He could feel that ribbon in his lower stomach slowly, but surely begin to tighten and his love sounds started to get more fluent.

“Pretty ass face, good fuckin’ pussy. You deserved some dick tonight, ma”

“You hear that shit? Wet ass pussy”

“Let daddy get you that nut, baby, wet that dick up”

The sounds of his deep voice set off throbbing in her clit and she only needed one more thing to push her over the edge again, and he supplied exactly what was needed.

He looks into her eyes with intention to break her and lets go of one side of her hip, bringing his thumb to her mouth and allowing her to suck. She did so proudly, bobbing her head and humming out moans until he pulled out and pressed the pad of his thumb against her aching clit, rubbing small circles.

“Oh- Oh shit! I’m-“

She shuttered before her knee buckled and her head flew back, thankfully a few inches away from a wall so she didn’t hurt herself. He caught her and made sure she stayed up right, still playing with her clit as his hips bucked and stuttered in sync with hers, his own release triggered by the tightening of her warm walls. There was no pulling out from then, He would have just had to make sure he bought her a pill the next morning.

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💌~ i deadass can’t tell if i like this or not and it’s bugging me 💀 hopefully yall fw it tho. Had to go back to my roots with an og rq cause nobody like answering me apparently! (apart from the two babes that did, love yall down <3)

[mimi0mizu]

damn forgot abt tumblr- anyway drew rouge for ace’s bday cuz i dont like him ♥︎

[hallowshumour]

Doodle of my edgy ass rainbow dash kinsona, Storm Chase. 🌈🌩💥🎠

[kurakuradon]

💀🏛️ 𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖉𝖘 🏛️💀

[roadwanderer]

fallout brain rot is real don’t let anyone tell you otherwise

@raze-from-ash

[starrysharks]

reassassination swap AU... fuckin.... unassassination idfk

[arcxus-of-altihex]

I figured out how I wanted him to look for sure so here <3