#she didn’t like the splashing from the waterfall. but didn’t mind standing in the shallow water

[sakizm]

a little collection of pictures from my favorite place on earth💕

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Resol’nare - Part Two

A/N: I really wanted to have this up earlier today but this headache had other plans. Anyways, not much to say here except... meet Navina! 

*this story will regularly be using words in Mando’a. for a good list of references click here.*

Summary: Navina Harsa has been on her own for a long time, and she has done whatever she’s needed to in order to survive. From time to time that means forsaking the teachings, The Way of her people. But there is one thing that she will never do, and that is forsake her family- even if they’re gone. 

Word Count: 4.8k 

Warning: language

Yavin 4.   

Navina Harsa leaned against the window of the transport shuttle as the destination came into view. Clouds swirled in wispy white clusters, parting to reveal the marbled green and blue hues that the dense foliage and deep, clear water painted across the moon’s surface. Quiet gasps from the row behind her gave those passengers away as first time visitors to the remote jungle moon, the three young children chattering excitedly about all the things that their parents must have told them in the weeks leading up to their trip. Navina tried to put herself in their shoes, imagining what it would be like to see Yavin 4 for the first time all over again. But while the family of travelers was choosing this location for a vacation, her own reason for visiting was vastly different. And she had seen it many times. It is beautiful, though. 

As the shuttle neared the docking zone, the landscape and vegetation became more defined, and she could make out the massive ziggurat that poked up from the trees. Neither centuries of erosion, nor years of war and conflict had damaged the structures that still loomed like imposing stone giants over the land.

 “You can see them from anywhere you are on the ground,” the man behind her was telling his children. “If you think they’re big now,” she glanced back in time to catch him tapping the youngest boy on the nose with the tip of his finger. “Just wait until we get up close.” He curved his other arm around one of the older two, corralling the three of them close to the window. The children giggled excitedly, their parents exchanging warm smiles over their heads as they continued to buzz with questions and exclamations. 

Navina clamped her eyes shut and faced front, blinking them open again when she was sure she’d only see the back of the seat in front of her. She stared at the bright red material, a bittersweet ache opening in her chest. Another year. Her right hand came up to her throat, fingers digging beneath her dark gray shawl for the leather cord she wore around her neck. Sliding it between her thumb and index finger, she felt for the cool metal pendant, wrapping it in her palm. Squeezing until the pointed tusks of the carved mythosaur poked into her flesh, she closed her eyes once more, inhaling deeply through her nose. 

Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum, aliit. 

She held her breath, letting that ache deepen for a few seconds as the three faces she would never forget appeared in her memory. Her mother’s sharp, shining eyes. The strength in her father’s calm smile. The little one, sound asleep and dreaming. You never left, because I carry you with me. Exhaling slowly, she released her grip on the pendant, the ache receding like she knew it would, and she tucked it back beneath the cowl of her shawl. Nothing can truly separate us. Hand falling back to her lap, she turned to look out the window once more as the Star Commuter began its final descent towards the docking platforms. Bending down, she scooped up the strap of her shoulder bag and slung it across her body, the contents clanging together as she adjusted its weight and readied herself to disembark.  

An overhead speaker chimed before a cheerful pre-recorded voice rang out in the cabin. “Welcome to Yavin 4. Please be sure that you have all of your belongings before departing the ship. Passengers traveling with droids may claim them at the station hub once we have touched down. We thank you for choosing to fly with us, and hope that you enjoy your stay.” 

There was further information regarding booking return passage from the moon, but Navina tuned it out. She wouldn’t be leaving Yavin 4 the same way that she arrived. And if all goes according to plan I’ll never have to shuttle hop again. Standing as the craft hovered closer to the platform, she reached for the handle above her head, using it to steady herself as the shuttle jerked into a parked position. Once the floor had stopped shuddering beneath her boots, and the children in the row behind her had all dramatically tumbled from their seats, Navina let go of the handle and pulled her hood up, tucking her long woven braid into it. As the cabin doors opened and the rest of the passengers fumbled to gather their belongings, she filed quickly past them and out into the thick, humid air. 

Back again. 

She wasn’t born here, so it technically wasn’t her home. But it was the closest thing that she had to one. Her parents had been forced to leave Mandalore when she was only a few months old, settling on Concordia with the rest of the warrior clans. They lived there as a family for almost six years, but she had no real memory of it, couldn’t conjure more in her mind than what she’d been told. Even the memories of the night that they left were scarce and came to her in pieces- Purple light. Deep voices. The frenzied feeling of being followed. She remembered being tired, wanting to sleep, and finally being able to, curling up with the baby and both of them drifting off quickly. Her parents explained as best as they could why they had had to leave, why they’d chosen to do they things that they had, and that explanation evolved to include more as she grew older. Even though she understood it, none of what they told her helped her to remember a home before they one they’d made there in the jungle caves of Yavin 4. 

They’d only spent four years here, completely secluded, just the four of them, but she could recall almost every second. Training with her parents, learning how to fight among the wide, flat leaves and vibrant flowers, splashing in the shallows at the base of the waterfall with the little one as her parents watched, humming rhymes for him as he cooed and laughed. She remembered running through the tunnels that connected their cavern to the network of others, her own voice echoing off the walls as she practiced words she’d heard her parents say: morut'yc, cyar'ika, gra'tua. The language was harsh, hard to learn and harder to speak, but she remembered the pride that she felt when her pronunciation was correct, or if she used a word or phrase properly. Her mother’s pewter eyes would flash and her father would nod. 

“This is the Way, Ina’ika,” her mother would always end every lesson, whether it was on weapons or traditions, with the words that every Mandalorian had heard thousands of times.  

This is the Way. 

But was she a true Mandalorian? It was something she struggled with for years now. Her parents were gone. She had no clan, no tribe, no one to swear allegiance or loyalty or anything at all to. She’d given up on wearing her armor at all times when several dire situations had demanded that she do so, donning it only when necessary. It’s not even my armor. Shrugging, she reached across her chest to pull the strap higher up on her shoulder. Had she grown up among other clans like her parents did, she would have been given her own armor as soon as she started training. When she reached a certain age she would have had the chance to swear the Creed and pledge herself to the Way of the Mandalore, and she would have been presented with her first custom piece of beskar armor- usually a helmet, sometimes a chestplate. Instead she carried her mother’s helmet, a pair of vambraces that she relieved a black market trader of, both too big for her wrists and needing extra padding so they wouldn’t slip when she used them, and a thin chestplate and shoulder pauldrons that had been salvaged from troopers during the Clone Wars and coated in several layers of durasteel. Beskar armor was impossible to come by, a Mandalorian armorer willing to smith something for a vagabond wearing mismatched steel even more difficult to find. She’d done her best to collect what she could. But it wasn’t beskar, aside from the helmet, and it wasn’t hers. 

She’d called herself a bounty hunter and a pilot, a courtesan, a killer, a thief, a smuggler, a spice runner and a stowaway, and she’d done so without pause because at some point she had been all of those things, often a few of them at once. She hesitated, though, when it came to calling herself Mandalorian. I’ve broken almost every code there is to break. As much as she tried to keep the traditions and beliefs that her parents had instilled in her, she knew that for every action she took to walk the Way, she had taken at least one in direct opposition with it. Not to mention the things that she had planned. I doubt destroying the Darksaber counts as rallying to the cause of the Mand’alor.   

The stone path beneath her feet gave way to the springy jungle moss that covered the ground as she navigated her way through the station hub, the only place on Yavin 4 that could be considered remotely crowded, and she forced such violent thoughts from her mind. Not here. For the last eighteen years, every move she made or job she took was influenced by one of three goals: survival, avenging the deaths of her family, or gaining information on the most infamous weapon in Mandalore’s history- specifically where she could find it, and how it could be obliterated. In her mind, it was just another thing that stood in the way of her people ever striking a balance, just another reason for Mandalorians to stay hidden or for clans to clash with one another instead of standing strong together. It unified them once...but it didn’t last. Any totem of power would attract corruption, she was sure of it, and that’s what the Darksaber was.  

She’d never seen it herself, only imagining the way that the onyx blade would crackle to life, slicing through the air in swaths of glowing obsidian light. The stories that her parents had told her, the scraps of information that she was able to collect through the years were all she had to build her idea of the weapon on. But she was certain that she’d know it when she saw it, even if her imagination was off base. She exited the hub, something her father had once said about the sword tumbling to the forefront of her memory. “All the misuse… all the times it fell into the wrong hands… all that fear. There’s too much anger, too much hatred. The blade is imbued with it now. No one is strong enough to resist it anymore.” He didn’t believe that it could ever be used for good again- and certainly not if someone who’d been hardened and hollowed out by pain and loss and wrath were to lay claim on it. Someone like-

Shaking her head, Navina tried to clear her mind of the Darksaber and the emotions that it stirred in her. That’s not why I’m here. Her search for the blade, like her search for those who had betrayed her family, consumed most of her day to day thoughts and dictated almost every move she made or job she took. The leads she found determined where she travelled and how long she stayed there, chose her allies for her and taught her who her enemies were. But this trip was different. Her annual trip to Yavin 4 had nothing to do with her self-assigned mission. This is for them...and for me.   

Behind her, the family from the shuttle was heading towards the Ruins, where a small camp was set up with accommodations for vacationers. The children skipped and jumped, practically tripping over one another with excitement now that they had made it to their destination and no longer had to sit still on the shuttle. A sad but wistful smile curved up the side of her mouth as she cast one last glance at the parents and their young ones. They’ll have fun here. Turning away from them, she headed instead for the thick underbrush of the rainforest. Pushing a leaf the size of an astromech droid out of her way, she slipped between the branches and out of site.  

It was easier to push the Darksaber from her thoughts once the greenery had swallowed her, the air still and heavy with the heat, but fresh and clean and noticeably sweeter than it was closer to the hub’s docking platform. But before she could fully appreciate the comfort of being back in the only place she’d ever called home, a bright flash of light, this one amethyst, cut through her memory, blinding her. Suddenly, Navina recalled the face of the stranger that her family had encountered the night they left Concordia, his eyes calm but dark, the storm inside them contained but present. “Our enemies think that we are enemies.” His deep voice came back to her easily, more clear than it ever had before. “But perhaps more importantly, so do our allies.” The man had handed something small to her mother before passing a larger bundle to her father, and then within seconds he’d vanished.

The purple light flashed sharply in her mind once more, clearing the memory as quickly as it had assaulted her. Navina gasped, doubling over to brace her hands on her knees while she steadied her breathing again. That was… It’s never been that clear before, I… She inhaled shakily, straightening up and removing the hood from her head. Her long black braid tumbled free, smaller blue braids woven throughout it, and she pushed a silvery blue strand back behind her ear. I could never remember what he said, that man but now... She concentrated on his words, trying to etch them into her brain, desperate to find and keep any of the lost pieces of the puzzle she was trying to fit together. 

“Our enemies think that we are enemies.” Speaking the words out loud, she started walking once more, her steps sure and confident despite the twisted roots and thorny vines that poked up from the ground. Navina knew each rock and root of these parts like the back of her hand, no matter how much new growth there was between now and her last visit. Feet finding the route for her, she continued to focus on the memory. He wasn’t...that man, he wasn’t  a Mandalorian. That part seemed clear. But then… She chewed her bottom lip and shifted the strap of her bag, her armor knocking together and hitting her hip as she hopped a fallen massassi trunk. Then who was he? 

Narrowing her eyes, she dug out the pendant that she wore around her neck again, this time pulling it out from under her shawl. Since she was alone it was safe to reveal the ancient symbol without giving herself away. Opening her palm, she stared down at the shiny silver skull, the faceted gem at the heart of the piece shining through the Mythosaur’s carved eyes. Sometimes, when the light reflected off the gem that was encased within her mother’s necklace, it appeared to be a soft purple color. Here, on the forest floor where only small patches of filtered greenish sunlight made it through the canopy, the gem seemed colorless. She sighed, dropping the pendant and letting it bounce against her chest. Who was he, and why am I remembering this now? 

Immediately, the same hopeful flicker in her heart that had woken her from a dream a few nights prior came back, stronger this time.  Maybe it means I’ll see them again… My father and-

“Well look what the loth-cat dragged in.”  

A voice from her left broke her from her wishful thinking. Grabbing for the blaster that was hidden beneath her shawl, she whipped it from the holster strapped to her upper thigh. In one swift spin she pointed her weapon in the direction of the speaker before the familiarity in his tone registered. Wait, it’s-

“Woah, woah, woah there, Nav, take it easy, it’s just-” 

“Firo!” She lowered her weapon, sliding it back into its holster as she sighed heavily. “Are you kriffing crazy? I could have shot you!” 

“So,” Her friend’s green-gold eyes brightened, a smirk pulling his mouth crookedly up the side of one bearded cheek as he ignored her half-sincere outrage. “You didn’t know I was standing here?” He leaned casually against the nearest tree, arms crossed over his chest and one knee bent to rest his boot sole against the bark behind him. 

“That wasn’t smart, Firo.” Navina rolled her eyes and made her way closer as the man fought to hold back his laughter, his long sandy brown hair falling in his face.  

Shaking the strands away from his forehead, he blinked rapidly, each exaggerated bat of his lashes seeming to pump more sarcasm into his words. “You mean I,” he gestured to himself with his thumbs, hands clad in maroon leather fingerless flight gloves, “got the drop on you?” He extended both pointer fingers in her direction then, that same stubborn piece of hair flopping between his eyes again. 

Technically, yes, but I was… distracted. She clicked her tongue and stepped over a boulder, half buried and covered in spongy green moss and bright orange mushrooms. “You need a haircut, Firo, you look like an overgrown bantha.”

“Deflecting, Harsa?” He pushed off from the tree with one foot and shoved his sleeves up his forearms. “Sounds to me like you’re deflecting.”  He’s not gonna let this go. The bandolier that he insisted on wearing, even though it was too loose for his thin frame, fell down his shoulder and he reached across himself to fix it. “It sounds to me, like you don’t want to admit that I-” 

“Oh dank farrik, fine. Yes. Yes, you got the drop on me.” Navina played into his gloating like she knew he wanted her to, lacing her own words with playful sarcasm. “So look out, Bounty Hunters of the Outer Rim, because Firostian Ottabok is going to claim all the highest paying pucks for himself.” 

His grin finally grew too large for his face, and it burst into an open mouthed laugh. “Damn, Nav, it’s good to see you.” Throwing his arms around her, he pulled her into a tight hug and she smiled against his chest. Despite his lanky limbs and bony elbows, Firo’s hold on her was strong and secure. Navina returned it with equal force, sliding her arms under his to wrap them around his body.   

“It’s good to see you too, scoundrel.” She pulled away and shoved that same piece of hair away from Firo’s face with two fingers. “But what are you doing out here? We always meet at the caves.” Her eyebrows came together in concern as she scanned his face for any of his tells. He’s not looking away or scratching his nose, so…  “You didn’t run into any trouble, did you?”  

“Me? In trouble? He blew out a puff of air and waved one hand, fingers spread wide. “Why are you always so quick to assume I’m in trouble?” Navina arched one eyebrow and stared up at him. Do you really want me to- “You know what?” He slung one arm around her shoulder and urged her to start walking again. “Don’t answer that.” She laughed, falling into step with him as they headed toward the cavern’s opening. Yeah, that’s what I thought.    

Navina and Firo had gotten each other into and out of about as much trouble as two outlaws could over the past ten years. If she was keeping track though, she had a strong feeling that the scales would tip slightly more in his direction than hers. There had been the time she convinced a fellow bounty hunter to trade a captured Firo for the three pucks she had on her, and the time she corrected his Twi’leki translation during a deal, diffusing an already heated situation before it could become more volatile. They’d only met in the first place because his ship had crash landed on Yavin 4, and he needed to offload and hide the contraband cargo he was carrying before whoever it was that shot him down found it or him- she was never sure which outcome would have been worse because luckily, neither had happened. She had found him instead.

The network of tunnels and caves deep within the jungle that had kept her family safe for years had also proven to be the perfect place for a smuggler to stash his goods. If Navina hadn’t shown up a few days later for her annual visit, he’d have gone completely undetected, possibly for years. She may have never found him at all. But that’s not how it went. Navina smiled to herself every time she recalled that day. Attacking on instinct, it had taken almost no time at all for her to see that this intruder was no trained fighter. She had him disarmed and pinned with his then hairless cheek pressed to the cool stone wall as she clasped his wrist behind his back in one hand, his blaster in the other. A severely muffled “Um… I can explain everything,” had been the first words he’d ever said to her, and they had set the tone for a friendship that she wouldn’t trade for all the credits that ever passed through Imperial hands. 

“Alright then,” she tilted her chin up to peer at her taller companion. “If you’re not being followed and there’s no trouble to worry about?” She paused, giving him one last chance to come clean. Laughing, he just shook his head. “Why didn’t you stick to the plan? I come to you, that’s how it’s always been.” 

“Yeah,” another burst of laughter pushed past his lips. “Ever since the first time, right?” He reached up with the arm that was still around her shoulders, tugging at her braid. That earned him a quick smack in the gut from the back of her hand, only causing more rumbling chuckles to erupt.

“And you were lucky it was me that found you, bantha brain, and not whoever it was that you ticked off.” Just like I was lucky that Firo found me when… Absently, the hand she’d just hit him with fell to her waist, where beneath her clothing a long jagged scar crossed her body. Before a chill could settle in her bones, Firo’s warm grin poked dimples into his cheeks and  he swiveled his head down to look at her. Why does he look so kriffing happy? She was only slightly suspicious of her friend’s behavior though, his elevated mood and obvious excitement almost contagious. 

The gold flecks that shot through his green eyes shone as his cheeks rose up into them with his smile. “This time I...have something for you.” 

They were nearly there. Navina could see the brighter shafts of light coming through the trees and bushes as they thinned out closer to the cave mouth. “You have something for me?” She scrunched her face up questioningly. “What does that- why couldn’t you just...give it to me when I got there? What’s-”

“Because,” they climbed over a fallen tree in unison, the bottoms of their boots crunching on small gravelly rocks. “You need to see it, and it’s too dark down there.” 

Finally reaching the entrance to their hideaway- to my...my home- Firo stepped away from her and dug something out of the back pocket of his brown pants. Navina slung the bag off her shoulder, setting it down at her feet in a clatter of metal. She watched closely as he brought the leather wrapped object between the two of them. What does he have? 

“I found this two...no, three nights ago. When I first landed.” Squinting, she followed his fingers as they slipped under the flap of leather to uncover her gift. “Don’t know how I found it or why or…” He shook his head, the excitement still in his expression. “But as soon as I got down into the cave, soon as I was ready to settle in for the night? Something caught my eye and-” 

Navina gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as he revealed his surprise. “Firo… is that?” Eyes widening, she let her hand fall away from her lips to reach out for the small blade that he held in his hands. Asking questions was some kind of default setting that her mind had scrambled to out of pure shock. She knew without a shadow of a doubt what she was looking at. That’s a beskar kal… The short dagger’s hexagon-shaped blade glinted dark silver in the light as Firo handed it to her. Her heart thudded heavily against her ribs as her left hand closed around the grip, the fingertips of her right hand tracing the rectangular cut out that ran the length of the small but lethal blade. But these markings… Looking closer, she sucked in another breath. “Firo...this was,” tearing her eyes from the dagger was difficult, but she did so to look up at him. “This belonged to my father.” 

The shriek-hawk symbol that was engraved near the handle alone wouldn’t have identified this particular kal as her father’s. It was the addition of her mother’s clan’s signet, along with the tiny carved lettering that she could actually remember her father etching into the Mandalorian steel. Ina’ika.

“This will be yours one day, it’s only right that your name is added.”  His rich voice echoed in her memory, punctuated by the scratching and clanging of his tools, the little sparks flying from the beskar mesmerizing her. 

“Firo, I,” her eyes fell back to the dagger in her hands. “I never thought I’d see this again.” Twenty-three years. She hadn’t seen her father in Twenty-three years, and while she knew her mother was gone, she had never known for sure what had happened to her father. To my father or… But another thought sliced through, bringing with it a rush of hope that she knew was dangerous but couldn’t stop from flooding her anyway. “Firo, do you think that means… Do you think he was here? Recently?” The two of them had been back to Yavin countless times, and neither of them had ever found the blade. So why now? How? 

“Hey, Nav, I...I dunno about… if your dad was- when the last time he was here was or…”Firo lowered his eyes so that he’d intercept hers. “I know that it belongs with you. And I knew you’d be happy to have it back. That’s all I-” 

She didn’t let him finish though, launching herself at him in another forceful hug and being careful not to carve him up with her father’s dagger. “I know. I know you don’t know if he…” she sighed. I may have lost my family but… She pulled away then, brushing a tear away before she let it fully form. “Thank you, Firo.” 

He smiled, the muscles in his face far more familiar with that formation than any other. “You’re welcome, Nav.” Not letting the moment become more emotional than he knew she’d be comfortable with, he picked up her bag and shouldered it. “Now, come on. We’ve got some...things to discuss.” 

The mischief was back in his voice as Navina secured the kal in the inside pocket of her shawl. “Oh do we? What kind of things, trouble?” 

“Well,” he began as they ducked to enter the cavern. “You said you needed a ship, right?” Navina confirmed, eyeing him with a sideways glance. “Well. Word is that the scraps of Imperial garbage that were stationed on Nevarro left in a big hurry.” Navina grinned, already liking where this was going. “Such a hurry,” Firo continued with a wink, “that they left some of their...equipment behind.”

“What a shame,” she answered. “All those ships just...sitting there with no one to fly them.” 

“We really should do something about it, shouldn’t we?” 

We should. 

Not only would she and Firo both love to steal from the Empire, it would solve her transportation problem, and possibly get her closer to the information she’d been chasing. Whatever had caused the Empire to leave Nevarro in such a rush… Navina was sure that it had something to do with other Mandalorians. 

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[s1cparvism4gna]

I Like You A Lot

WARNINGS: cursing, violence

Pairings: Chloe Frazer x Nadine Ross x OC

Tags: @desertvvitch , @courtenbae

Chapter 12

Sunny’s POV

We’d been driving for an hour and had been undisturbed the entire time. I was beginning to understand Nadine’s worry. It made the job easier thus far but Asav could’ve been anywhere. We could walk right into a trap and never know it. I sighed as we pulled upon a cliff. The ground was broken as grass grew between the cracks and vines grew along the front of the platform. Before us was the relief we'd seen from a distance.

“Woah…” I murmured in wonder as we hopped out of the car.

“You can say that again….” Chloe chuckled as her phone went off again.

“It’s magnificent…” I heard Nadine say in awe; I watched Chloe’s brows seem to crinkle in worry as she checked it. I narrowed my eyes at her as she tucked her phone away before Nadine could notice. She blew a bit of hair out of her face and rocked her weight back and forth on her heels.

“Chloe… what’s goin’ on?” I asked her. Nadine began to walk towards the platform and turned to look at us.

“You coming?” She shouted.

“In a minute! I need to talk to Sunflower a moment.” Chloe answered. Nadine narrowed her eyes and looked between the two of us suspiciously. She shrugged and started towards the relief. Chloe brought her gaze back to me and we walked slowly, several paces behind Nadine. “It’s Sam.” She told me in a hushed tone. My heart jolted and worry began to wash over me.

“What happened?” I asked her.

“He thinks he’s been made.” She said quickly. I gasped.

“Oh shit… Did he get caught?” I asked as calmly as possible, despite my speeding heart rate.

“Not yet. But I don’t think Asav’s buying his act anymore.”

“Well how much longer can he keep it up?”

“He’s not sure…” she began to chew on her cuticles nervously in thought before speaking again. “We’ve got to pull him out.”

“Well how in the hell do we do that without Nadine catchin’ on to it?”

“I don’t think we really have a choice here, Sunny. If we don’t, Sam’s beyond dead.” She told me direly. My breathing grew shallow and my head pounded against my skull. All of this mess was about to come together and I wasn’t mentally ready for it. I sighed and scratched at a spot on my head anxiously.

“She’s gonna flip her shit, Chloe.” I warned her.

“I know. But I can risk that.”

“Can you?” I asked her.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She wrinkled her brows at me and I rolled my eyes. “Nadine is a big girl, okay? I think she’d be able to handle it if you—”

“Nope. You said it yourself- she wouldn’t understand—”

“Okay but maybe if you just—”

“She won’t get it, Sunny!” She argued. I shut my mouth to let her speak. This was obviously stressing her out too. I don’t think getting Sam this early was part of her plan. “You heard her talking about Libertalia. You think she’s just going to willingly work with Sam after all of that? He put a gun to her head! And she lost everything because of him! And you as well! But at least she can stand you…”

“Barely. Look…. either way, she’s gonna find out. Why not just be honest with her now?”

“I still need her help, Sunny. Her role is not done yet.” She seemed adamant about not telling her. It was just going to create more problems in my opinion but she was stubborn and set in her way. I sighed and shook my head, my foot tapping the stone beneath us.

“How far from us is he?” I asked reluctantly. She seemed confused.

“Who Sam or Asav?”

“Both. If he’s his ‘expert’ then he should be close by. We’re gonna have to face Asav eventually. Even if it wasn’t supposed to be this soon, we have to.” I huffed with my hands on my hips. “I hope you know what the sam-hell you’re doin’....”

“I’m working on it. Just be ready when I need you.”

“Of course.” I said defeatedly, walking off to join Nadine. Chloe seemed to take a moment to herself as I climbed the platform. As I approached, I noticed a big crank that we’d have to turn. I leaned on the gold bar and wiped the sweat from my neck with my dirty black tee shirt, looking at the relief in silence.

“What’s she talking about?”

“She was apologizin’ for something she didn’t need to….”

“Ah….” Nadine looked up at the elaborate artwork carved into the mountain and crossed her arms with a sigh. “Spurrs, I know I said—”

“It’s whatever. You were right. I shouldn’t waste time on someone who wants to hurt me. I’m still pissed at him and the next time I see him, I will surely let him know that.” I said, glancing up at the mountain.

“Okay… Is Chloe okay?”

“Chloe’s fine.” I mumbled, looking back for her. She was on her way to the platform and getting ready to climb it. “Let’s just get this over with, yeah?” I said.

“Ja…” she replied solemnly.

Chloe looked up to admire the stonework, same as us. She blew out a puff of air as her eyes scanned over the depiction of what seemed like war. Packed tightly into the circular carving was a bunch of men fighting against one another in close quarters. This was the Persians versus the Hoysala.

“How long do you think it takes to carve something like this?” Nadine asked to no one in particular, her eyes never leaving the art.

“Years…. Decades, even.”

“Jesus H… Stonework was absolutely their thing, that’s for sure…” I marveled.

“And war…” Nadine mumbled.

“They must’ve made these to commemorate their victories against the Persians.” Chloe sighed.

“Looks like they put up a good fight…”

“They did. Pity it didn’t last…” she paced about for a bit, wiping the sweat that trickled down the tip of her pointed nose. “But their loss is our gain, right?” There she went again with all of that false bravado. Once again she found the bright side of this shitty situation. I crossed my arms as I looked up at the carving when something began to click for me.

“Chloe… that looks like your disc…. almost exact…” I told her. She pulled it out of her back pocket and took a few steps back to look between the disc and this carving and nodded.

“Yeah… that’s right.” She said. I looked at her in confusion as her mind seemed to wander off again. I made a face and obvious gesture at her as I awaited her next response.

“Well…. now what?”I asked. She tucked away the disc again and walked towards the crank I leaned on.

“Shall we turn this and find out?” She asked mischievously. She was just a big ol ball of risk and curiosity. To be honest, I wouldn’t have her any other way. This crank was a little bigger than the others. Suspiciously, I raised my brow as the three of us pushed it around, hoping nothing bad would come of it. As the crank locked in place, a loud rumble took place. When we looked up at the relief, it began to split in half, opening like a doorway as vines and branches snapped off from the movement. Dust kicked up and poured out from the new entrance mysteriously, rolling along the hot stone ground and circling our feet. On the other end was a rainforest thick with fog and dew. I gasped as I walked around the crank to stand next to the girls. I looked at Chloe and her jaw hung slack in awe. She was speechless.

“Are you good, Chloe?” I asked her.

“Yeah… just uh…. taking it all in….” She answered with a shaky voice. And with that, she walked through the rounded archway and into the rainforest, the massive relief gate closing behind us slowly as we followed her.

We hopped off of a few cliffs and followed the path. I was not at all prepared for this view. It was absolutely breathtaking. Before us were two colossal carved statues of Ganesh, covered in moss and vines. Most seemed to fill the air from the splashes of the waterfall that sat between them hitting the rivers below us. The skies were blue and clear, birds singing. Behind it in the distance, a green mountain with more perfectly blue waterfalls, a rainbow forming in the sky. “Ladies…. Welcome to downtown Halebidu.” Chloe sang. “Last known resting place of the Tusk of Ganesh.” I shook my head in disbelief. There was no way this was a real thing that I was actually seeing with my own eyes. I imagined this was how Nate and Sam felt when they found Libertalia. It was almost worth it to not have seen it first. The untouched city of Halebidu was definitely a gorgeous sight to behold. A smile pulled on my lips and Nadine and I exchanged smiles. Chloe however… Stone faced and anxious, she rested her arms behind her head and straightened her back, bouncing on her toes as she exhaled sharply.

“Hmm…” She hummed.

“What’s ‘hmm?’” I asked and she pulled the disc out and held it up. She pointed to a rippled spot in the depiction of the waterfall.

“Does that look like there’s a dam or something between the statues?” She asked. When I looked up, that same ripple wasn’t there.

“Probably got eroded by the falls.” I said, straining my eyes for a better look.

“So then how do we get in?” Chloe asked, putting the disc away. Nadine chewed on her lip in thought as she pulled Chloe’s binoculars off of her belt and looked through them for a moment. She suddenly exclaimed and pointed towards the statue. There was a massive hole in the crown. They deduced that it was a watchtower that got bombarded. It was probably how the Persians got in. A small smile pulled at my lips until I noticed Chloe beginning to pace again. It seemed like she had a lot on her mind during this job.

“I had heard about this place for soooo long….” she said shaking her head, still starstruck by where she was standing. She sat down on the lowest cliff ledge and pulled out the gold piece she’d been playing about with and rolled in in her hands, staring at it. “I can’t believe I’m actually looking at it.” She chuckled. Nadine grinned at her. She looked happy for her. She knew what this meant for her. Or at least she thought she did.

“Take a picture! You should send it to your dad!” She said excitedly as she walked along the cliff, staring at the view.

“Great idea…” I heard her mumble somberly. I turned to look at her and the look on her face read something sad almost. I put my hands on her hips and caught her eyes, smiling as I tried to cheer her up. She should be beyond happy right now. She found the place she’d been searching for.

“Lemme guess. He’s one of those old dudes who can’t work a new phone?” I joked, crouching before her and hitting her knee. “Just take the picture and show it to him in person then.” I said. We looked eyes for a moment and I could see the dejection in her clear blue eyes. She flared her nostrils and blinked repeatedly, chewing on her lip as if she were trying to fight off unwanted tears.

“No it’s uh…. just a few decades too late for that.” She murmured, pursing her lips. I felt my face fall as I came to the realization that her father was no longer alive. I looked back at Nadine and she frowned sadly as well. Chloe seemed almost too relaxed for that statement. But I’m sure it still hurt….

“Chloe, I—”

“Oh. Oh god no. It’s fine. It was a long time ago.” She said cutting me off with a smile. It was a good act but I knew it bothered her. However, I didn’t want to push. So I left it alone. “Shall we head for Halebidu?” She asked us with a bright smile. I took a deep breath and nodded with a small smile. Nadine did the same. “Then let’s hop to it!” She exclaimed, clapping her hands. With that, we started off walking along the cliffs.

There was a gap between us and the path to the statues, filled with so much fog we couldn’t even see what was below us. And that worried me. “Follow along!” Chloe called, throwing her grappling hook to the branch of a twisted tree and swinging to the other side, landing with ease. It was almost like old times again. When she and Nate taught me everything they knew. I was still a wuss for heights. My eyes widened and my heart began to pound. ‘Fuck, I’m really doin’ this…’ I thought, looking down into the foggy void. I unhooked my rope from my hip, nervously staring at the gap between Chloe and myself. I groaned as my breathing turned shallow. “Just like I taught you before, love! All in the wrists!” She shouted across to me. I looked at Nadine over my shoulder and she gave me a supportive nod. I grumbled incoherently and tossed the rope to the branch. Lucky for me, it latched on perfectly. I tugged on it to make sure it wouldn’t come loose and readied myself at the edge of the cliff, gripping onto the rope for dear life. ‘I’m gonna fuckin’ do it….. fuck….’ I thought. And I hesitated.

“Shit…” I cursed under my breath.

“Sunny.” I heard Nadine say. I turned to look at her. “Are you holding on?”

“Yeah! Sorry I’m ju—AHHHH!!!!” Just as I answered, Nadine poked my shoulder forcefully with a single finger and pushed me off the cliff. I fell screaming bloody murder until the rope tightened and swung over to the other side. My eyes were shut tight as I swung back and forth. I could hear Chloe calling me. I opened one eye to see myself swinging back to Nadine’s side.

“Jump to me!” Chloe yelled. As the momentum sent me swinging back to her, I squealed and jumped just as she said. My body began free falling until I landed on my two feet just barely at the edge of the cliff. But she grabbed my forearm to steady me and pulled me onto solid ground. I dropped to my hands and knees with a loud groan. I couldn’t believe I’d just done that. Nadine made her way across easily and Chloe rubbed my back gently, handing me my rope back. “Good job, hun!” She told me as I looked up at Nadine. She smirked at me and I just snarled a little.

“Fuck you.” I said plainly as I stood up. The two burst into a giggle as I walked ahead of them. “I’m glad my fear of heights is comedy gold for you. Thank you so much.” I mumbled. Little did I know that this was just the tip of the iceberg...

I found myself hanging off the edge of Ganesh’s hand. Yes. The statue. The too big to be real statue. I felt like I was going to be sick. My stomach turned the higher and higher we ascended. Nothing about this was remotely okay to me. How everyone was just okay with climbing things like this just blew me away. “I find it funny though…” Chloe mentioned.

“How so?” I asked sarcastically, tired of the climbing shit.

“You hate heights and yet you still manage to go along with us climbing everything.” Chloe laughed.

“Must be a glutton for torture.” Nadine joked. I growled. I could never be them. Go to all these great heights and hold a pleasant conversation? No. I was too busy worrying about falling to my death for that. As I pulled myself up on the ledge of Ganesh’s scepter, I hugged the wall as a brush of wind blew by, almost knocking me over. My heart was in my throat now and I could feel a few tears coming on.

“Hurry up, Sunflower! We’re almost at the top!” I heard Chloe shout from above as I shivered. I huffed and hit the wall with my palm for a second.

“Sorry, Ganesh.” I mumbled in annoyance as I began to start clambering up the ledges again. Before I knew it, these crazy women had me swinging from one statue to the other. Once I reached the other side, I doubled over and threw up. Nauseously, I sat down with my back against a wall for a second. That was it. That did it for me. I knew that after that, scaling anything else was going to be a piece of cake from then on. At least I could only hope. We climbed a little more later. Chloe has a few close calls and I damn near broke a ledge but we all had each other’s backs until the end. As we struggled to get over the last ledge, the three of us managed to stand on a narrow piece of stone at the top of Ganesh’s hand, overlooking Halebidu’s green mountains and tall rocks. It was incredible. I shook my head. This was all too magical looking to be real. A gust of wind blew by, almost knocking us over again but we gripped onto each other, holding one another steady. I watched as the two women looked at each other, exchanging heartwarming smiles. Chloe threw an arm over my shoulder as we watched the clouds part.

“I’m proud of you, love. You did it.” She whispered to me. It was like receiving high praise from a well respected mentor. A bit of pride swelled in my chest as I admired the result of all the climbing. The risk was definitely worth the view.

“Now… how do we get off this thing?” Nadine asked as Chloe pulled out her camera. “Really?! Jesus Chloe.” She smiled bashfully as she snapped the picture of her balancing herself on Ganesh’s hand.

“When are you gonna be back here?!” Chloe reasoned cutely. She’d begun flirting with her more lately. It was almost blatant. Then she turned to me and snapped a few of me walking away like a baby deer. We found ourselves swinging to a mudslide and dropping into the hole at the crown just as Nadine pointed out.

We followed her down into an opening in the floor. Sliding down by rope, we dropped between two more massive statues. One of Parashurama raising his axe and the other, an unarmed and yielding Ganesh. The drop was a long one for sure but considering what I had just climbed, I wasn’t even bothered anymore. When we reached the bottom, we found a crack in the wall. This led to yet another one of my blessed phobias. The ground was littered with the armored barebones of what seemed to be the Persians and Hoysala fighters. ‘Of course there’s skeletons. Why would there not be skeletons?’ I thought to myself slightly panicking. It was dark and dank in the passageway. I bit my lip so hard it bled a little as we walked around a bit. I listened to Chloe talk about how brutal the war was, shining my flashlight along the walls and dirty floors. We crawled through a tight space and I once again almost cried, being so close to the broken bones along the floor. It led us to a room with a door similar to the one from the fort. Knowing what to do, Chloe pressed the button. Only this time there were no handles to turn. The door just lifted, opening up to what seemed like a dungeon, a fire pit igniting in the middle of the room.

“Is this some sorta freaky Indian ritual or somethin’?” I asked nervously as I looked at the eerie scene. There were just a bunch of bones this time. There were whole piles of bones lined around the room. Chloe hissed.

“No… They’re mostly partial to cremation…”

“Ah…” I nodded, looking around. I didn’t really care about the answer in all honesty. I just wanted to get the hell out of there. Unfortunately there were only more rooms like this. They were the last of the men to defend the tusk to their deaths. After pulling out an armored body that was wedged in it, we squeezed through a crack in the wall that led us to a smoky room with a large device in the middle of the floor. There were depictions of Parashurama being gifted his axe from Shiva on one wall and Parashurama using that same axe to chop off Ganesh’s tusk. In this device were a bunch of skewed pieces that cast shadows on the wall. “What the hell….” I said looking at it.

“Hope you don’t mind doing a bit of thinking, Spurrs. Looks like this could take a while.” Nadine told me.

“Yes…. yes it could…” I said as I walked around the room cautiously. The gears in my head began to turn as I tried to figure out the point of it and how to solve it. But it was rather simple. I had to mix the pieces to form a shadow that would match the pictures on the walls. “Take a load off, girls. I got this.” I said walking around to examine the device again.

Read more on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26555698/chapters/64735600

[captainofthebrokentides]

Briefcases and Bloodspatter Benny Colon x OC Chapter 2.5: Dreams

WARNING, this mini chapter is fairly explicit. or edging that way. I hope you all enjoy and it gives you a second away from the current state of the world! Chapter 3 will be up soon. This mini chapter is 2.5 because some people are adverse to naughties, if it’s not for you, skip over this chapter, and carry on the love story in chapter 3.

The tiles of the shower cubicle was cold on Olivia’s skin as her bare back slammed against them, but she paid no mind the to slight chill, her eyes were scrunched up tightly shut, and her head tipped back, exposing her throat to the warmth of his open kisses. A deft tongue was dragged sensually up the column of her neck, lips finally coming to her ear. His dark hair tickled her cheeks and his big, strong hands held her wrists in place above her head.

“I swear I’ve wanted to do that since you walked into the office.” He growled; his voice was barely above a husky whisper.

He nipped lightly at the flesh of her ear lobe and pressed hot kisses down her neck, twirling his tongue over her pulse point. If her heart wasn’t beating fast enough already, she swore it had just doubled.

“Benny” she cooed, letting him assault her skin. She tangled her fingers into his perfectly styled dark hair, pulling gently on the longer sections.

“Mmm?” He hummed, pulling away from her for a second, but still long enough for Olivia to whine at the loss, her body felt cold without him pressed up against her. He switched the water on, and after a split second the waterfall shower above her head started to cascade down. The feel of the splashing added a whole new sensation to her already hyper stimulated body and she let out a little cry, plastering her hands flat on the wall behind her to ground herself.

Hearing the noise, Benny came back to her and cupped her face in his strong hands, tilting her head up. He took a beat to just look at her, eyes full of intensity and want. She did the same to him, trying to keep her composure as the water washed over his dark hair, moving some of the longer strands forward, they threatened to get in his eyes but he refused to stop looking at her, as if he was a starving man and she was a feast.

The droplets rippled over his smooth olive skin and bulging muscle. She bit her lip, admiring the strong physique that was usually covered by the impeccable three piece suits. ‘such a waste’ She mused to herself, as she dug her nails into the soft sinew of his back, her long fingernails leaving long, angry red streaks across the perfect surface.

He hissed in a mix of pleasure and pain, and closed his eyes.

“Kiss me” She begged, trying not to sound to needy, but she wanted his contact now, more than anything.

“I’m sorry, what?” He smirked, teasing her. He grinned devilishly.

“Kiss me. Please Benny” She begged again. Her dark eyes wide and pleading with lust.

He did just that, without missing a beat. His soft lips crashed onto hers in a heated kiss. She softened into the kiss and indulged in the heavenly feeling of his skilled tongue swirling against hers.

He broke away from her lips and began to trail kisses down her body, dropping to his knees before her. He gripped her hips tightly and she weaved her fingers through his hair and worked his way down her collar bone to her chest.

He looked up at her cheekily, and flicked his tongue over her nipple. She shuddered at the feeling moaned. He took the bud between his lips and sucked.

“Holy fuck, Benny” She half breathed, half cried in pleasure. “Benny!”

“What’s up Liv?” She swore she heard it. It was Benny’s voice, but he was still on his knees before her, mouth too occupied to be forming the words she could hear. But it was definitely his voice.

“Liv are you ok?” There it was again …

 Olivia Byrne woke up with a start, her skin flushed a deep pink and beaded with sweat. The loose hotel sheets were tangled around her legs and the pillows were askew, as if she had been involved in the passionate encounter she had dreamed of. Her breathing was shallow and her knees were still jelly like.

It had felt so real. So intimate. Like he had really been there, hands and tongue all over her body. Her sex throbbed at the memory.

“Liv? Speak to me …” Benny’s deep tones brought her back to reality, and she snatched her phone off the night stand.

“Benny” even his name felt like honey dripping off her tongue. “I’m ok.”

He chuckled lowly, the rumble stirring something deep in her loins. “You sure there, sweetheart?”

“Mmhmm” apparently she’d forgotten how to use words, which was a stark contrast to her usual babbling.

“So did you call me for anything specific? Or did you just want to talk to me?” He laughed, back to being flirty. She must have called out his name in her dream and her phone took the liberty of calling him. ‘damn technology’ she thought to herself.

Olivia wondered if he was this flirty with a lot of women, he didn’t exactly give off the player vibe. But it’d been an instant connection with her.  

“I was just going to say I was going to be late in. Someone kept me awake last night.” She flirted, a smile on her face, she relaxed into the pillows, enjoying hearing his voice. She’d deal with her insecurities later.

“Who? Must have been some company,”

‘It certainly was,’ She thought to herself, playing over bits of her dream in her head, ‘more than you know.’

“the best.”

“Glad you enjoyed it.” He paused for a minute and she could her the bustle of the office and Bull’s rambling tones in the background. “Liv, I gotta go. Bull and the clients are here. Come by and see me when you’re in?” He sounded hopeful, almost like he was asking her on a date, but he wasn’t.

“Of course. Go do your thing Mr hot shot lawyer.”

“Ah, you know I’m just a background guy, right? I’ve not been Mr Hot Shot lawyer in a while now.”

“Just go Benny. I’ll see you when I get in.” she smiled to herself. She’d seen him work  - or sort of at least, he was a good lawyer. It took a humble man to be so self-depreciating.

“I look forward to it. See you soon.”

She couldn’t hold in the big smile that plastered across her cheeks. “See you soon. Go, before Bull blows a gasket.”

“Bye Liv.”

She leaned back and studied the ceiling, butterflies bubbling in her stomach. She’d only been there a day, and the dark haired, dark eyed man had already stolen all her senses.

@reelovesbennycolon​

[katymacsupernatural]

Camp Counselor

Misha x Reader 

2000 Words

Written For: @spnfluffbingo2019, @spnaubingo

Squares Filled: Summer Camp AU(Fluff), Art Teacher Misha(AU)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, at the end. age difference

The bench under your butt was hard and unyielding, but you didn’t notice. Your oatmeal was congealing on your spoon, your coffee growing cold. But none of that caught your attention. It was a certain blue-eyed older man that had you caught under a spell, and he had no idea.

“Earth to Y/N,” your bunk buddy Tricia exclaimed as she sat down next to you. “What’s got your attention?”

Shaking your head, you turned to face her, blushing slightly. “Nothing, just daydreaming.” 

She smiled knowingly. “Sure. It has nothing to do with the blue-eyed camp leader of ours. Nothing at all.”

You glanced around, checking to make sure no one heard her. “Tricia! What if he heard you?” 

Tricia took a bite of her oatmeal, wincing at the blandness. “Then maybe you and he can head back to that cabin of his and get this infatuation out of your mind. You’re going to college in a week Y/N! He’s going to be long gone by then.” 

“I know,” you sighed. “But he’s just so dreamy.” 

You gave up on your food. Taking your tray to the kitchen, you rinsed it off before deciding to head out for the day. It was the last day of camp. Tomorrow all the little kids under your care would be heading back to their parents, and you would be heading home to pack for your sophomore year at college.

“Morning Y/N,” Misha, the camp leader spoke up as you rounded the corner. The man you had been staring at for the past ten minutes. 

“M...morning,” you stuttered, turning bright red as he patted the bench beside them. He was handsome, in a rugged way. With his plump, cracked lips, and his strong chin. He was at least five years older than you, but you weren’t exactly sure how old he was. 

“Y/N, I wanted to talk with you,” he started once you sat down. “How did you think this summer went?” 

“I think it went well,” you mumbled, glancing at him quickly before glancing down again. 

“I think it did too,” he agreed. “Especially because you were here. Y/N, don’t think I didn’t notice how much you did for this camp. You were amazing.”

You blushed. “Thanks, but I just did my job.” 

He stood up, patting you on your back. “Y/N, you did much more than your job. And I hope that you felt comfortable coming to me for anything. Anything at all.” 

You looked into his blue eyes, wondering if you were just imagining things. Or maybe your camp leader was just as into you as you were into him. “Thanks, Misha.”

“No problem. And Y/N, come find me at the bonfire tonight.” With those words, he headed out to the door, ringing the bell to announce the start of the day. It was going to be a busy day. A hike, then packing before a bonfire with hot dogs and smores. The campers would head to bed, leaving the counselours with another hour or two to hang out before the bonfire would be extinguished, signaling the end of the camp. 

The day passed as quickly as you had imagined. You and Tricia led your age group of kids on a hike to the nearby waterfall, enjoying the cool water as you splashed around in the shallows. Afterward, you had helped the campers back up their belongings, making sure they didn’t forget any of their artwork or the socks that seemed to be scattered around everywhere.

As the sun started to settle, you could feel your nerves rise. The bonfire was being built as you spoke, and you were anxious about seeing Misha again.

“Y/N, once again, you seem lost in thought. Is it our blue-eyed leader again,” Tricia teased as she carried a tray full of hotdogs to the picnic tables. Your hands were full of graham crackers and marshmallows. 

“Tricia, if I tell you something, you can’t make a big deal out of it,” you whispered. “But Misha, he seemed to want to meet up during the bonfire tonight.”

She squealed, almost dropping her tray. “Y/N, I knew he had a thing for you! That’s why he always gave you jobs close to him.” 

You shook your head. “No, it’s because I’m one of the senior counselors,” you argued, but she just chuckled. 

The bonfire started, and all thoughts of Misha were pushed from your mind as you fed all the hungry campers. He was on the other side of the bonfire, joking with some of the counselors, looking over at you every now and then.

It was almost ten o’clock by the time you had all your campers back in the cabin and tucked into their beds. After making them promise to stay in bed, you headed back out, Tricia by your side. “Y/N, go get him,” Tricia teased before heading over to Taylor, the counselor she had been eyeing all summer. 

You saw Misha standing by himself, away from the rest of the group, almost completely swallowed by shadows. “Hey Misha,” you spoke awkwardly, your boots making no sound in the soft dirt.

“I was wondering when you would show back up,” he turned to face you, blocking your view of the bonfire. “I couldn’t help but wonder if I scared you off.” 

Your mouth suddenly dry, you shook your head. “No, just unruly campers.” 

“Good, good,” he answered, his eyes searching your face, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. “And did you enjoy the bonfire?” 

Instead of answering, you nodded. “Y/N, I…, I hope you had fun this summer.”

You nodded again, wondering if he was just as nervous as you were. “Good. And did you get everything done that you wanted to?” 

“Misha, I don’t know how to answer that.” 

He ran his finger down his mouth, taking in a deep breath. “Sorry, I’ve just..I’ve been trying to get up the nerve for days, and now that the camp is almost over, I keep kicking myself.” 

He took a step closer. “Misha…,”

“Y/N, before I take this any farther, how old are you?” 

“20,” you answered, butterflies swarming your stomach. “But Misha, what does that have to do with anything?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but instead closed the distance between you, his hand reaching out to cup the back of your neck, gently pressing his lips to yours. You hadn’t expected the move, and you stood there stiffly, your lips unmoving beneath his. 

“I’m sorry,” he muttered when he pulled back. “I know I shouldn’t have done that, but I’ve wanted to for so long.” 

You were trying to find the words to say when someone called Misha’s name. He smiled apologetically before jogging back to the bonfire, leaving you in the dark, your mind swirling. Misha liked you, as much as you liked him, and you had a choice to make. You could pretend the kiss never happened. You were leaving in the morning anyway. Or you could give in to your desires, and make this camp one you would never forget. 

You found yourself moving towards Misha’s cabin, your legs making the decision for you. He was still talking to his friends, but you knew his cabin would probably be unlocked. Stepping inside, you found the light switch, turning the lights on. 

Misha’s cabin was much cleaner than you had expected. His suitcases were all packed, sitting on the dresser. His bed was made, everything put in its rightful place. 

You could feel the nerves starting to get the better of you, and you turned back to the door when it opened and Misha stepped inside. “Y/N. I was hoping you would be here.” 

“I wasn’t sure, but I..,” you stuttered, before Misha’s body was pressed against your own, his hands tangled in your hair as his lips moved against yours. Your hands slid down, grasping at the waistband of his jeans, pulling him closer. 

When your lungs felt like they would burst, Misha pulled away, both of your breathing heavily. “Clothes off,” he ordered, his shirt already flying over his head, showing off his toned upper body as he closed the blinds. “On the bed.” 

You were grateful that he had taken over, and you hurried to comply. You were dressed simply in your camp shirt and knit shorts, and they landed in a pile by the bed, leaving you in your sports bra and panties. Nervously, you pulled the bra over your head, but you were too unsure to slip out of your panties. 

“Everything,” he ordered, already down to his boxers, his erection outlined in the lime green fabric. Seeing the crazy boxer took away some of your anxiety, and you slipped out of your panties before climbing on the bed. 

While you decided whether you should sit or lay down, Misha had moved over, pushing against your shoulder until you laid down. “Beautiful. You are just stunning Y/N.” Misha exclaimed, making you blush. You had never really considered yourself beautiful, being what your grandmother loved to call plump. 

Misha ran his hand along your skin, bringing goosebumps to the surface. You watched as his callused fingers trailed against your hip bone before moving back up to brush against your lip. “I want to taste you. All of you.”

Gulping, you gripped the quilt as his head moved down, his dry lips rough against your breast. His free hand kneaded your other breast, tugging at your nipple until it pebbled. 

You squirmed against the quilt as Misha paid homage to your body, fulfilling his promise to taste every part of you. His lips slid across your skin, his thumbs circling your nipples as he settled in between your legs, his shaggy hair brushing against your inner thighs. He smiled up at you before he dipped his head, tasting your very corse.

When you couldn’t handle his attention anymore, you tugged at his hair, moving him up until his hips were pressed against yours. “Please Misha,” you begged, tugging at the waistband of his boxers. Grunting, he slipped them down, barely getting them down over his cheeks before he was settling back between your thighs. His thick head lined up against your entrance. Reaching out, he grasped your hand before he eased his hips forward, slowly sinking into your heat. 

Biting your bottom lip, your hips rose to meet his, moaning when he was fully sheathed inside you. His head was thrown back, his hip bones more prominent than before he began moving his hips slowly. Your instinct took over, your hips moving to meet his, your breaths coming short and fast. He was heavy and thick inside you, stretching your walls as he set up a rhythm. 

Grabbing your hips, he pulled you to the end of the bed, planting his feet on the floor, giving himself more leverage as his movements became faster, more erratic. His grip was bruising as his lips crushed against yours. All the sensations were too much, and you came with a cry into his mouth. 

As you slowly came down, Misha snapped his hips faster, before he came with a grunt, his hipbones pressed tight against you. 

Once both of you could finally breathe, Misha slipped into the bathroom, taking a washcloth and gently wiping you clean before pulling you under the comforters. “Why didn’t we do that sooner?” He asked, holding you tight against his bare chest, running his hand up and down your arm. 

“I wish we had,” you sighed. “I wish we had more time. But you’re going back to your Art Teaching job, and I’ve got college to think about.”

Misha pushed you down onto your back, smiling wickedly. “Well, at least we have all night.”

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[valehirvas]

The storm had settled during the night. Early morning was breaking, its pale rays reminding Hailey of all the sunrises back in England such a long time ago, the rocky shores and the mist hovering above the meadows upon which the sheep grazed. Now there was no meadow, just the hazy shape of an island a fair distance away, and everything was quiet with no cattle or sheep to hear, merely the foam of the ocean lulling the sleeping ship into a slow, unwilling consciousness... and the squawk squawk squawk of a tropical bird carrying over the open space.

Hailey lifted her head, her hair catching the wet wind. Each curl was uneven and rough - she kept it trimmed for practicality, not looks: a cut with scissor here and a slice with a knife there. She didn’t owe a neat, even cut to anyone. That’s why she was here and not the English pastures the morning had threatened to bring her back to. If she wanted gowns and pretty clips in her hair, if she wanted a mask and a husband... people had thought her crazy when she’d ran off from that gilded cage, but it had offered nothing but a slow death of suffocation to her. So she’d ended up here, beside an unexplored island with a crew of ragged and smelling men and some odd women like her who’d simply desired to be human, and truly, she regretted none of it.

They made for the shore in boats to explore, hunt and gather. The island was big enough to foster a healthy ecosystem in its untreaded jungles and the river that flowed freely from the rocky hilltop visioning itself a mountain in the center, and Hailey set herself to seek for the latter’s mouth upon landing. She was accompanied by Julia, a darker Spanish-speaking woman in her forties she enjoyed the presence of mostly for the firmness of her character and the silence they shared over the language barrier. No excess chatter, no meaningless banter, just companionship - just mutual support and some grunts of “go here” or “watch out” or “shoot now���. Together, they measured the shoreline with their steps all the way around the bend until the ship was enveloped in a mist and the boats they’d arrived in were no longer visible from the far-reaching, low-bending tropical trees and wild bushes.

Despite the sunshin from a deep blue sky with no trace of clouds upon it and the heat that it was bearing down on them, Hailey found herself... on edge here. Something about the island was almost too perfect, too lush, too out of a book imagined by a gentleman in a city somewhere when he was deep in his wild boyish fever dreams of an adventure upon the far away seas. If she’d stumbled over an abandoned chest of treasure now she wouldn’t have batted an eye at it, and that feeling gave her a sense of unrealness, like she was indeed walking within someone else’s dream. She peered at Julia to measure her composure for any signs of unease, and the woman gave her a closed look that clearly spoke a warning to her. Hailey nodded, and their pace slowed as they approached what could now be made apart as the sound of flowing water against the constant backdrop of the ocean’s waves. They both had their fingers trailing anxiously over the pistols at their belts.

The river opened to a rocky cove, its waters clear but shaded by the jungle that encircled it. A short waterfall marked the endpoint of the river where it cascaded into the brackish waters below, and Hailey could spot several fish in the shallows.

“I’ll tell the crew,” Julia said.

Hailey nodded. “I’ll stay,” she said, something... pulling her to be here, to explore on her own. “Bring bait - for the fish.”

Julia nodded back at her. Her boots dug into the fine, moist sand as she turned and began walking away, but for one more time she turned as she was about to cross back behind the jungle’s reach, entering the wider beach they’d come here by.

“Be careful,” she said, her words weighted and serious.

Hailey turned to look at her, but her throat was oddly constricted, so she barely nodded in return. Her skin tingled. She could hear... something, something that wasn’t the water. Julia walked away, and Hailey closed her eyes; she focused on the sound. Focused... she could feel the wind on her skin turning more wet, like a veil of water upon her skin. The earth felt as if it was first gently vibrating beneath her feet and then all but rocking as if caught in an earthquake. She tried to pry her eyes open again, but it was like someone else was in control of her body and wanted to keep her standing still until the storm she’d conjured within had settled - and when she finally opened her eyes, it was dark.

The stars were out.

Hailey blinked, casting a frantic look around herself and back - there were several bootprints upon the sand she was standing on, as if many people had walked here recently. Behind her, to her immense relief, she could see the ship still in the waters by the shore, swaying in the midnight’s low tide with lanterns blinking into the dark like trapped fireflies. The sight eased her mind, but not her confusion. It was obvious she’d fallen unconscious: it wasn’t the first time in her life she’d lost her senses, but it was the first time she’d lost them for hours at a time. And why was she still here? It was clear many people had come and gone since, the crew led by Julia no doubt. There was no reason they would have passed her unconscious body by and simply left her there - if they wanted to be rid of her, surely she’d have a bullet in her brain now, or at least the darned ship would be gone!

It was as if she’d simply not been there when they’d come back... and perhaps they’d stayed behind to wait for her return. Perhaps she and her strange absence were the reason the ship was still in the waters.

Her head felt light and as that weakness ran deep into the bones and muscles of her legs, the questions momentarily lost their importance to her and she let herself down to sit on the sands until the faintness passed. She leaned her forehead into her palm and breathed steadily, trying to hold back the growing anxiety, but... even as she sat there, breathing... breathing... breathing, something else was coming back to her. The sound... the sound she’d heard amongst the waters before she’d blacked out, before the world had blacked out. Now she could hear it more clearly - it was a song, a lamentful, beautiful dirge hummed by a smooth, unearthly voice somewhere quite close by. It stirred Hailey back on her feet, although they were shaking, and as she walked she questioned again whether her body was her own or if it had been taken over by a spirit or some madness she couldn’t resist.

She waded into the shallow waters, the meeting of the ocean and the river swallowing her feet in her boots whole. The bottom of the cove’s waters was like a swamp and it gobbled at her like a toothless, starving man, pulling her deeper, but she didn’t stop walking.

Upon one of the rocks sat a woman, a woman of black, curly hair and dark skin that matched the tone of the gentle night not in colour but in shade, making her as if a part of the scenery, something that fully belonged to the cove like its waters and its rocks and its gentle, warm weather and the reflections of the stars upon its waves. She was humming - she was humming, and combing her hair, combing out the seaweed in it, like she’d almost drowned and in her struggles torn up half the water’s bottom about her. She had sand upon her arms, and when she cast her eyes towards Hailey, they were observant and wide and innocent, matching the childish purse of her lips.

Her presence filled Hailey with simultaneous, unrivalled dread and longing. Suddenly she wanted to fade into the waters like foam riding the top of a wave - to become one and none at the same time, to disperse and reform as part of the sea. It was insanity, but she feared she wasn’t strong enough to battle the stirring desire.

The woman watched her, and slowly, her pursed lips relaxed and then bent to a playful smile. She twisted her body, her legs still hidden on the other side of the rock, and Hailey’s heart beat in her chest like a drum as they faced each other.

“Miss, do you need my help?” Hailey struggled to let out, her voice wavering against the strangeness of the situation. Yet it was the only thing she could think to say - her mind was a whining, buzzing nothingness that mixed with ease with the constant sound of the ocean, and she felt sickly and out of place but this woman was here in the nude on a rock on an island with no living things on it aside from the fauna and the fish, so what else could she have said?

You shouldn’t have spoken. You shouldn’t have said anything. You should have run. You should be running.

Hailey’s thoughts spoke to her in Julia’s voice, clear and commanding. Run, run, run.

She didn’t. She just... couldn’t.

The smile of the woman on the rock widened. She seemed absolutely delighted that Hailey was there, like a fresh bride unboxing a diamond from her beloved. Like Hailey was just what she’d been waiting for.

The woman slid down from the rock, and for a moment, she vanished from sight. The water splashed, and her absence left Hailey with a chest in pain with sheer panic - she didn’t want to lose sight of her! She didn’t want her to go away, she didn’t want her to leave, to vanish, to go back in the ocean where the seaweed would catch her again. Frantically, she pushed her shaking body deeper into the cold water until she was in the cove chest deep with each wave lapping at her neck like a drowned man’s fingers reaching for something to grasp. Her hands in turn sought out nothing in the depths, trying to grab a hold of the woman that had disappeared. She was still looking when her eyes caught the sight of her again, just a glimpse from the corner of her eyes... the woman was standing there - no, swimming, floating - with the same smile on her, watching her curiously or perhaps... hungrily, like she held a secret for Hailey that she was dying to share.

“Miss?” Hailey let out again, spooked by the uselessness of her own voice.

A wave caught her mouth and she blew raspberries into the sea to get rid of the salt on her tongue.

“Miss, I have a ship and a crew, we can take you home.”

She was coming closer now. She didn’t seem to be in any distress whatsoever, like being stranded here in the cove was second - or first - nature to her. Hailey shivered.

“Miss, do you speak English? What is your name?” she tried again.

The woman stopped quite close to her and extended her hand to Hailey. Hesitantly, Hailey extended hers in return; half of her was screaming to do anything but that, but half of her was still consumed by that unspeakable desire to be close to her, to hold her, to be one with her like the ocean, and she’d already lost that battle a long time ago. Their fingers joined. Her skin was smooth like the scales of a fish. Cold, like she’d already drowned.

She was the most beautiful thing Hailey had ever rested her eyes upon.

“You know my name,” the woman spoke in her eerie, yet calming tone... Hailey’s ears were ringing in the aftermath. “You’ve known me your whole life.”

“Who are you?” she asked drunkenly.

“I am your best friend. Don’t you recognise me?” the woman asked, and then she laughed, giggled quietly at her own joke that Hailey couldn’t understand. “I carried you far from the people who’d imprisoned you... I took you places you had only ever imagined. I fed you when you were hungry, I sang you to sleep every night. I’ve been with you since the beginning. Do you know my name yet?”

Hailey moved closer to her. Yes... she recognised her now. Her name was at the tip of her tongue, but her eyes were where her mind was, focusing on her, watching her, eating her vision up, every curve and every surface, every glint of her watchful eyes, every inch of her patient smile.

“Yes,” Hailey replied, her own voice far away and muffled in her ears. “Of course I know you.”

The woman wrapped her arms around her, and Hailey stepped into her, their forms colliding. Her own fingers sought out the woman’s hips, the bend of the bone where it merged not with thigh but with a strong, smooth and muscular tail made for diving and travelling the seas like Hailey never would. She closed her eyes and pressed her face against the woman’s neck and breathed in every scent of the ocean, the waves and the seaweed and the fish and the early morning’s spray and the freedom and the winds and the blood of every man who’d ever drowned there.

She’d never felt so at home anywhere, and no embrace had ever left her as quiet and still, content to the bone.

“Are you here to take me with you?” she asked quietly, her words spoken in that murmuring tone of a child speaking through tears of exhaustion against her mother’s bosom.

“No, sweet sister; I am not,” the woman spoke, planting the sweetest kiss upon her temple with her chin pressing into Hailey’s face. She wanted to be closer still, and the answer both reassured and distressed her. “You won’t come with me because you’ve done no wrong and you’ve desired none that was not meant for you. You saw me and you did not think of yourself but of me and the purity of your thoughts has granted you your life.”

“I’m not without fault,” Hailey protested.

“No,” the woman replied, and her fingertip lifted Hailey’s face to her. “I know your desires.”

Their mouths joined, lip to lip, and Hailey gave herself into the kiss like she’d never given herself to anything before. The ocean was in her for the duration that they were together that way, and her skin was pins and needles and the grind of sand and the warm waves about her until the siren let her go again, still smiling. Her kiss was the sweetest taste Hailey had ever tasted.

“There’s nothing wrong with having desire,” the woman then stated, “There’s nothing wrong with the want and need for another’s touch. I am not offended by your longing - it is a sweet testament to your love to feel this way.”

“Then what is the difference? I thought not of myself but I still wanted you, so why aren’t you taking me with you?”

“If you don’t know the difference then you are blessed,” the woman stated, “but I think you know.”

“Why am I here?” Hailey asked, desperate for any kind of answers. “If this isn’t the end then why did you even show yourself to me? I’ll never be the same.”

“I wanted to see you,” the woman said with her smile widening again, but its tone was no longer mysterious, simply delighted and warm. “I wanted to hold you, too, instead of simply watching you from afar as you sail my realm.”

Hailey swallowed thickly. “Will I see you again?”

“One day,” she answered, “and then we can be one.”

Her hold of Hailey tightened and they kissed again, and this time Hailey allowed herself to let go of the desperation she was feeling, allowed it all to pour into her touch of the siren, and she kissed her fiercely and her fingers trailed down her tail towards where her knees would have been if she’d had them, and then back up again over her hips and waist and her back and shoulders, all the way up to her hair where she picked at the seaweeds and cast them back into the waters. The siren held her and her feet left the bottom, and for a moment she was floating through the water and she could imagine herself being taken all the way to the sea, but then her back brushed against the soft sands and the siren’s weight landed upon her and she let out a sigh against the siren’s soft lips. Their noses brushed together and their eyes met.

“Promise me?” Hailey whispered.

The siren nodded. “Look for me when the time comes,” she said, and then she brought her palm over Hailey’s eyes, closing them.

Even as her consciousness faded again, Hailey could hear her humming her dirge - the sad, mournful tone that still held tight that longing in her chest, the longing for the waves and the depths she’d never been to.

When she opened her eyes, it was sunny again.

“For fuck’s sake,” Jack’s voice came to her first in its thick Irish accent. “Where’ve you been? The fuck happened to you?”

A warm breeze crossed Hailey’s body as she picked herself into a sitting position on the beach.

“We’ve looked for you everywhere since yesterday!”

She shook her head and ran her fingers through her drenched clothes.

“Sorry,” she stated, almost taken aback by the firmness and roughness that had returned to her voice since the last she’d heard herself speak. “The mistress called upon me and you can’t tell the seas to wait for a better moment.”

Jack stared at her for a moment before offering out his hand. She grabbed it and let him pull her up from the sands. For a moment they stood there without saying a thing - perhaps Jack was expecting her to elaborate, but Hailey wasn’t going to.

“Alright, well - you hungry, or something?” he finally asked instead, cocking his head towards the way back to the ship.

“Starving,” Hailey confirmed.

She cast one more look towards the cove before following Jack. It would be quite some time before she’d see it again.

[new-moon-over-septarsis]

(Another writing club snippet for Disgrace; this time the prompt was "Danger". Join us, my dear readers, as Toffee tries for the first time to follow the Call of Magic, only to see there's something much more malicious hiding behind the wonder and delight of this Realm.)

Jester bolted upright. He payed no mind to the splash of water next to him, as Juno weirdly payed no mind to having her head thrown off his shoulder so suddenly. That sound again. He thought it had disappeared the moment he'd set foot in this realm. Now here it was, no longer a ringing in his head, but a call from a distance...one he could finally follow with his ears alone.

Across the flat expanse, he spotted a single unicorn. He could just barely make out dark purple fur against the shallow gold waters, growing smaller toward the horizon. That song went with it, a singular subtle melody now instead of a medley of screeches, though still chaotic and indecipherable as usual. Jester refused to take his eyes off the unicorn lest it fade into the background. He shook Juno by the shoulder, who had snuggled into the sand and gladly let the waters rise and recede around her.

"Look. Over there. I think we need to follow."

"Nuh uh. I'm comfy."

Jester sighed. "Ugh fine. Don't go anywhere."

"Mm'kay."

Jester gave a reassuring pat on her shoulder, then waded through the waters toward the figure ahead, going deeper and deeper the quicker he caught up to it. By the time the water had reached his chest it became clear that the unicorn could walk it like solid land; he would have to swim after it. Just as he was about to start paddling,

he heard a snort off to the side, followed by a growl. An enormous gray unicorn, with a cracked horn and many stitches across his body from what seemed old battle wounds, leered into the distance at the dark one. It didn't seem to take notice of Jester, but the quick Septarian dove underwater to be sure to avoid its malice, as it trotted on in a huff.

He followed their silhouettes as best he could, keeping below the surface as the waters grew deeper, deeper, too deep now to see the bottom. The only indication of which way was up or down were the crystal reefs and landmasses surrounding him. The war-torn horse made a sniffing motion then whipped its head down and submerged it. Jester kicked backward and swam behind a reef. The motions scared a swarm of horned sea horses (Jester would've rolled his eyes playfully at the notion of "sea unicorns"), which luckily provided just enough cover- or at least distraction -to not be noticed. Once the unicorn had its back turned and was far enough away, Jester kicked gently off the reef and lifted his head above water to take a breath.

Meanwhile the creatures spoke.

"Why do you keep coming back here? You're lamenting for something no one knows or even cares about," demanded a stern, gruff voice.

"I care about it." The dark purple unicorn rang with a soothing, majestic agender voice.

"Our roots are here. Our purpose is here. You can't just pretend you have no duty to fulfill."

"That place-" they motioned their head toward a location just barely obstructed from Jester's view from the surface of the water "-is all that's left of what we once were, if we ever were anything. We don't belong here. And even if we do, who decided that for us? Isn't there more to our world than this? Than magic?"

"Magic is what controls this universe," the stern voice raised, almost booming now despite its maintained composure. "And until that changes, all who oppose it have no place in this world."

The dark horse sighed bitterly. "You're just like your counterpart." The white stars that sparkled across their fur began to glow.

"And you're starting to sound just like yours."

"Maybe that's a good thing!"

Their horns began to glow in tandem with the stars as the unicorns bore them at each other.

"Do I need to teach you our place? Or would you rather end up like the one who was supposed to take yours?"

The dark one lifted their head fully, standing ground against their counterpart who leaned forward with aggression. "You don't have power over me while I run this wand. You have no control over what I want for my life."

Around them, the golden waters became a deep violet, slowly spreading outwards. The grey horse staggered backwards desperately, disgusted by the mere sight. The dark magic reached the water around Jester from behind the rock he hid, and he inhaled sharply as a wave of energy rushed throughout his body. Not just invigorating, but familiar. Embracing. Like a lost friend he'd always known and loved turned out to be beside him all along.

Eclipsa...

The aggressive one turned its head toward the sound of Jester's gasp and immediately charged. The swift Septarian dove again and kicked off the reef, swimming for his life. The moment he dared to look back, though, he realized the trail of dark magic he'd left in his wake had thwarted off his pursuer. Jester didn't want to relax, though. He kept swimming, down, down, further down.

Until he noticed a current picking up. It felt to be all around him, all around the area; one enormous circle where all the water pulled gradually to a singularity. Curious, he followed the current to a place where all the water seemed to shoot straight down; a waterfall underwater? And just like a waterfall rages, he couldn't see past it. He only noticed too late that the current had grown too strong, pulling him forward and down towards the unknown once again... only this time he was fully aware.

Jester clung onto the nearest crystal pillar. He tried climbing back to the surface, desperate for a breath, but every time he let go for even a second the riptide threatened to take him. Then he felt a splash from above. The dark unicorn galloped down through the water. They circled, motioning their head up to come with. He quickly grabbed onto their mane and rode up to the surface with them.

Jester gulped in air and climbed onto the unicorn's back as it trotted across the surface. While catching his breath he looked around for the other one. He was nowhere to be found. In his disappearance and in the returning silence, Jester noticed a subtle new sound. The longer he listened, a new sound would come one after another. Whinnying of other horses; hooves against soft, dry ground; tinkling almost like bells; snapping and crackling. But above them all: anvils.

Jester turned toward it, toward the place the two unicorns had been blocking from his sight. At the surface the water continued to pull in its direction, and without him asking, the dark horse walked forward for a better look. They both looked down into the place where the water fell, and he tried his best to comprehend what he saw.

The short and simple answer would be an enormous chasm, a gaping hole in the world in which all the surrounding water would fall in. Yet it didn't simply fade from his sight after falling too far: it disappeared altogether, blinking out of existence behind a black void. Just before disappearing, though, any water touching the walls would start to swirl around the void as if in a whirpool. Upon doing so it would shift from its normal gold color to blue, to violet, to red, then to nothing.

Jester leaned forward just a bit more to better listen, wondering if perhaps this was what he was called to. He closed his eyes to absorb the sensation, and the slightest smell brushed his nostrils: Soot. Soot, coal, burning metal, fire and brimstone. He gave a little smile upon being reminded of the smithing shop he'd worked for. But the whinnying noises began to sound distressed, almost suffering, and those pleasant memories of the forge shifted and distorted into Mewman soldiers dancing crazed around a bonfire.

His eyes snapped open and he desperately tried to shake the memories out of his head. The purple unicorn carried him away in response; he climbed down off them atop a flat crystal mass, and they brushed their face along his in reassuring comfort.

"So..." He began, unsure where to start. "You spoke of your roots, didn't you? Is that where unicorns are from? Eclipsa told me you were all born from the magic." He gasped and turned to face them. "I do know you from somewhere, don't I? Eclipsa: you're her millhorse."

They nodded. "She calls me Orion the Brindle."

"Can you tell me...do you know where she left to?"

"She's safe. And happy. That's all that matters.

Jester huffed. "Hm. Well. Good for her."

Orion stepped forward, regarding him with a curious and anticipating gaze. "I've tried confronting you in dreams before. It's nice to finally meet you, Jester."

His eyes widened. "I knew those visions were real. So, you're the one who's been calling me?"

"Many of us have. But our songs can only reach those who need or wish to be called."

Jester glared. "'Wish?' All I want is for this to stop."

"Perhaps it's a need, then. We have a purpose, and so must you if you have the power to walk through this place without losing yourself. Someone like you must be the key to our salvation."

"Salvation? You're a prisoner?"

Orion sighed. "There's so much I want to explain, and so few ways I know to describe it. I barely understand myself."

"I ..." He thought about Juno waiting for him, wondering why she hadn't come in the first place, after all her adamancy about braving this ordeal with him. "...don't think I have time for the full story."

"You would under different circumstances. I never would've called you had I known you'd bring ... company."

Jester tilted his head. "Why's it important for me to be alone? What kind of trap is this?"

"One orchestrated by the Magic, not by us. It happens to everyone. We unicorns have been here for so many generations we've forgotten our own roots." Orion looked off into the distance longingly, almost in regret. "So too does anyone who stays too long. They have endless fun, then never want to leave. They forget their roots, their purpose, their lives, and eventually lose everything."

They turned back to Jester expectantly. "Except for you, apparently."

The weight of their words took a moment to settle, not because of his own mysterious calling, but because of her.

"And Juno? What's going to happen to her?"

Orion shook their head, their tone growing darker and more serious. "Your friend is in danger. She'll lose herself here...and not just to the magic."

No.

"...I have to go back. Now." Jester took a step backward, ready to bolt.

"Wait! I haven't told you everything!"

Jester snapped. "I can't help you! Whatever your 'salvation' is, I have more important things to worry about right now!"

He turned tail and ran. Luckily Orion had brought him to an area where the path from there to where he'd left Juno was all mostly flat ground and shallow water. He wasn't sure how much stock to put in the unicorn's words, but if what they said would happen to Juno was anything like the way he'd lose himself in those visions and sleep spells, then he couldn't risk not trusting their warning.

This place. All the wonder mysticism of this realm, of magic itself. He'd wanted to believe it could be different from ways he's been wronged by magic in the past. But if Orion's words were true, then it was all true. And, deep down, he felt he'd known it all his life. Magic and all its delight. It wasn't just a lie: it was a trap.

[twdeadlysins]

We Will Rise: Chapter 2

Pairing: Eventual Bellamy Blake x Reader 

Word Count: 3,435

Warnings: Slow burn, violence, language, animal death, mention of character death, possible typos … ya know the 100 usual.

Summary: The mere thought of going down to Earth never dawned on you until you were put on the exodus ship to do just that. You were skeptical, but decided to enjoy the experience even if the radiation killed you since you were going to be floated anyways. That was until the person you loved the most and abandoned was among the 100.

Author’s note: I don’t own anything from The 100, so all credit goes to their respective owners. This is going to be a LONG series because the reader is inserted in the events that take place in the show, therefore dialogue from the show is and will be used. 

If you want to (un)tagged in for this series, don’t hesitate to send me an ask, message me, or comment and I’ll add you. The same goes for any other fics! I’m in no way, shape, or form a writer. Any feedback is appreciated, but hate is a different story. Thank you and enjoy!

The gifs I use aren’t mine, so all credit goes to their respective owners.

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“You came back for reinforcements, so I’m gonna help,” Wells said, trying to convince Clarke into letting him aid you all in finding Jasper as you leaned against the wall on the drop ship listening to the interaction. You had decided to get away from the chaos outside to get peace and quiet since everyone was on Bellamy’s side and they would do anything he said … and you didn’t think that was a good thing not unless he got his head screwed on straight.

Nonetheless, what Clarke said was right, he didn’t need to come and you didn’t want him to even if it meant you’d have another person on board searching for your friend. Wells didn’t exactly get your father killed, but he did get Clarke’s father and you were close with him. The Griffin family was your third family, because the Blake’s had the second title, so when your father was floated, you didn’t just lose him that day.

When Clarke had informed Monty he wasn’t coming either, it led him to argue and state that Jasper was his best friend. You were going to interfere and back up him up, he had every right to go just like you, but your blonde headed friend made a point. He was too important since he grew up on Farm station and was recruited by engineering, he had knowledge about food and communications, so he would work on getting in touch with the Ark while you all would get Jasper.

“Hey,” you whispered as you approached closer to Monty, placing your hand on his shoulder to comfort him. “We’ll get him back.” He softly nodded before Finn entered the drop ship before Clarke questioned if he was ready to head out.

“I’m not going anywhere, and neither should any of you. That spear was thrown with pinpoint accuracy from 300 feet.”

Her brows knitted together and yours did too, was he really suggesting for you all to do nothing?

“So what, we let Jasper die?” she questioned and paused for a brief second, “that’s not gonna happen. Spacewalker? What a joke,” she scoffed as she took a step closer to Finn, barely inches away from his face. “You think you’re such an adventurer … you’re really just a coward,” she insulted, moving past him to head outside.

“It’s not an adventure, Clarke, it’s a suicide mission,” Finn shouted.

You scoffed with your arms crossed as you followed suit, “it might be, but I’ll die knowing I tried.”

When you got outside you overheard Bellamy scolding Octavia, saying she could’ve gotten herself killed out there, but Clarke interrupted and said she could’ve if it weren’t for Jasper. You smirked knowing she was one, right, but also trying to give him a reason in coming along even if he didn’t know it yet. The thought of him tagging along didn’t bother you entirely, but it would feel a tad awkward for you two to pretend like nothing happened. Regardless, you reminded yourself he would be helping Jasper, so your problems involving him were the least of your worries.

Octavia wanted to come too, but you all disagreed that her leg would just slow you all down and that was when Clarke addressed to Bellamy saying she was actually there for him. She gestured to his gun and instructed him to follow her, but he didn’t move an inch.

“And why would I do that,” he challenged as he quirked his brow. Why couldn’t he just drop the big ol’ macho act and be a decent human being and help out? Why couldn’t he be the Bellamy you knew before the box, the one you fell in love with …  but maybe you had yourself to blame for that.

“Because you want them to follow you and right now they’re thinking only one of us is scared.”

That was all it took for him to join you all, so he ordered Murphy to accompany him and instructed Atom to keep an eye on his sister while you were all gone, being the overprotective brother you knew all too well except it was a little overboard especially for him. Your day was going great so far. Your best friend was impaled by a spear and you had to be stuck with two people you weren’t on good terms with, could this day get any better?

You ventured the woods for a good while until Bellamy spoke up, asking what the whole rush was, that Jasper couldn’t have survived with a spear to the heart. The statement caused you to fold your arms against your chest and roll your eyes as you turned around to face him while Clarke corrected him, telling him that he screamed which indicated it didn’t and he was still alive. Murphy and Wells were bickering and you irritably told them to shut their traps earning an unreadable look from Bellamy from the corner of your eye as you finished your scolding.  

The stress and anxiety of not knowing whether Jasper was still alive was already too much to handle, so you had little to no tolerance for anything. You started to walk ahead as the group continued to stand there and you overheard Bellamy saying you all could continue hiking if Clarke would take off her wristband which she had countered that the only way the Ark would think she was dead was when she was.

Finn and Clarke had caught up to you and you three ended up trekking further into the woods, not caring to wait for the others. The thought of Jasper dead flooded your mind as you trailed a couple steps behind, what if he was? What if they took him to torture him, eat him, or just finished the job that the spear didn’t.

“I’ve been thinking about Mount Weather,” Finn said, interrupting your thoughts. “How come they didn’t attack until Jasper crossed the river? It’s not like we were being quiet and they didn’t know we were there.”

“They waited for us to cross. The river is a boundary which means Mount Weather is off limits,” she answered before scoffing. “How are we gonna get those supplies? What- what are we gonna do for food?” she nervously stumbled.

Finn didn’t answer, but instead looked forward and strided ahead which led you and the blonde to give each other confused looks. He stopped and placed his hand on a tree for support as you two joined him and you both followed his line of sight to see a river with a waterfall. It was beautiful, the way the water streamed down making the rocks glisten as it entered the body of water, and the sounds it made was calming. Earth was beautiful. The Ark was interesting to live in, but it was nothing compared to this place, this place was your real home.

Clarke focused her eyes on Finn, but he ignored her disapproving look as he made his way over to the river. You two followed, your boots splashing the shallow water as you carefully stepped on the bumpy surface. Clarke had handed you a bottle to fill water with, so once you reached where the river was deeper, you ducked the bottle underneath to collect the liquid. While you screwed the cap on, you heard a little splash followed by the blonde sternly saying you all didn’t have time for it.

As you turned around to see what she was referring to, you saw as she struggled against Finn’s grip around her wrists, he was trying to pull her in the water. Before you could utter a word, he was successful as he dragged her with him, her shocked reaction to her being fully in the cold water made you snicker, but it quickly subsided when you saw Finn giving you a smirk, a smirk you knew meant that you were next.

Your grip on the bottle tightened as you tried your best to sprint away, but it was impossible to push through the water as it weighed your legs. A shriek escaped your lips when you felt a pair of arms around your thighs, making your hurriedly shut your eyes knowing you were going down under. The water was freezing, but it felt refreshing after hiking for hours and the thoughts you were having vanished. Once you reached the surface, you wiped the hair that was glued to your face and broke out into a smile as you swam in place. Clarke didn’t look as pissed as she did earlier and said you would take a little break knowing it was a good idea. You nodded, a smile still plastered on your face as you ducked your head back so your hair would be completely out of your way and slicked back.   

“I think I know why you two are so hell-bent on finding Jasper,” he said looking between the two of you before staring at Clarke. “Why you’re always taking care of everybody else.”

Clarke made a comment about him sounding like her mother which made you grin and agree, but you turned serious, but curious wondering what he thought.

He paused and inhaled a minor breath, “you couldn’t save your fathers.”

Neither one of your made a peep for a second before you went to open your mouth, but you held your tongue when you saw Clarke’s brow knit together as something caught her eye behind you and Finn which caused you to crane your neck to see what she saw. She swam passed you and you glanced over at Finn with a confused expression, but all you got in response was a shrug before he went next.

Once you were out of the river, you approached the two wondering what they were fearfully gawking at, but your movements abruptly halted as your eyes widened and your mouth opened slightly. Your orbs trailed the blood that littered a few rocks before locking on a hand print that was on one of them, making you intake a sharp breath.

You tore your eyes away from the sight and looked around the scene before seeing something that looked like it didn’t belong. You bent down and dove your hand under the rock, retracting after you grabbed the item only to gasp as you knew exactly what it was.

“Jasper’s goggles,” you whispered, inspecting the attire.

“He was here, we should get the others,” Clarke said, making you lightly nod your head before peering over at Finn as he kneeled down, wiping his hand on the blood … it was wet.

“We’re close.”

***

“Hey, how do we know this is the right way?” you heard Murphy ask, causing you to roll your eyes as you assisted Finn in tracking Jasper.

On the Ark they provided classes for you delinquents since you were all still underage and needed education. You took the classes since you wanted to know about everything there was to survive if the time ever came to go down to Earth and boy did it pay off. Being locked in a box was completely boring, all you ever did was read, sing, sit in silence or sleep, so learning didn’t seem tedious at all anymore. Surprisingly to you, you talked the instructor into letting you take private sessions aside from the general classes, you weren’t about to die because you didn’t know how to make a fire. He was shocked, but delighted that you were interested in learning Earth skills, so tracking wasn’t the only thing you were good at.

“We don’t, spacewalker thinks he’s a tracker,” Bellamy said. You were tracking too, why didn’t he insult you too?

“It’s called cutting sign, fourth-year earth skills. He’s good,” Wells remarked. “I heard Y/N was one of the top five in the class.”

“Number one, but it’s nothing,” you blatantly corrected, still focused on tracking Jasper. You honestly didn’t know why this was the topic of conversation, but if you’re going to state something, at least get it right.

“You want to keep it down or should I paint a target on your backs?” Finn sarcastically questioned in annoyance and you didn’t blame him, tracking with people talking nonstop was distracting plus it could draw unwanted attention and you weren’t about to die because some idiots didn’t know when to glue their lips together.

Finn inspected a tiny branch that was lazily hanging as it was broken from a bush as you bent down, noticing a few drops of blood. The findings made you relieved the trail didn’t go cold, but gloomy knowing it belonged to your best friend.

Out of nowhere a distant moan erupted and you glanced up with wide eyes and slowly stood up, trying to determine which direction it was coming from. You decided to quickly pace ahead before the sound vanished, ignoring whatever the others were saying to each other and as you got closer you were able to figure out where they were coming from, so you sprinted until you reached an opening in the woods with everyone joining you.   

A gasped escaped your mouth as you saw Jasper displayed on a tree with his hands tied on a branch above while his waist and legs were secured with rope to keep him in place. His torso was bare, blood littering his entire body and there was a patch of green on his chest, but from where you stood you couldn’t tell what it was.

“Jasper!” you called, not caring if it was a trap, he needed help and you were afraid if he didn’t get it soon, he’d die.

Just as you all were going towards Jasper, Clarke suddenly fell through the ground, but Bellamy was quicker and was able to get a hold of her before she could fall. You got closer and stared down the pit to see sharp wooden spikes at the bottom before peering over to Bellamy who still had the blonde in his grasp, staring at her and she did the same with fear in her eyes.

The guys and you went over to Bellamy to aid him in hoisting her up to safety. You grasped the back of his jacket and yanked, being successful as she panted once she was back on the ground. Finn made sure she was okay and she assured him she was, but Clarke never tore her eyes off of the boy who saved her until she focused on Jasper, saying you all needed to get him down.

Finn and a reluctant Murphy went to climb up the tree as Clarke noticed that a poultice was on Jasper’s wound. They used medicine from a leaf to tend to his wound that they gave him. Either their prey preferred live bait or maybe you all were the prey.

Finn and Murphy were in the process of getting Jasper down and you felt helpless just standing there, doing nothing to contribute, to help your wounded friend. Fuck it. You started to head towards the trunk of the tree, but halted your movements once you heard growling from the distance.

“What the hell was that?” Wells inquired, confirming what you heard wasn’t all in your head.

“Grounders?” Bellamy questioned, but you soon found out the source of the sound when a black panther showed itself, snarling at you all.

Clarke had shouted for Bellamy to get the gun, but when he frantically went to reach for his gun, it wasn’t there. You didn’t have to search further because shots were fired causing you to hurriedly look in the direction of the noise. Wells was shooting at the beast as you backed away, but you hit something solid making you jump and glance behind you. Bellamy was there and he kept you close, frantically searching around, not knowing where it was. There was dead silence which you knew wasn’t a good thing, it was getting ready to pounce, but the question was at who?

All of a sudden, a growl came from behind you both and he pushed you behind him causing you to tumble to the ground on your stomach and see the creature in midair only to be shot and taken down before it could successfully attack Bellamy.

Wells dropped the pistol with wide eyes as you propped yourself on your elbows, panting and glancing over at Clarke while she stared at Wells with shock, what in the fuck just happened?

***

Finn and Murphy managed to get Jasper down and you all made the trip back to camp after you almost became a meal, so Clarke could tend to him and Bellamy could bring back dinner for everyone. Wells and Finn had placed Jasper’s arms around each of their necks while you trekked behind, dreading to go back to the crowded place. They were rebellious for the wrong reasons, they were being led by someone who wasn’t exactly in the right place to lead. Bellamy wanted to take off all your wristbands for Christ’s sake.

When Bellamy caught Clarke before she fell in the hole, he stared at her and paused like he was hesitant, was he trying to decide whether or not to let her go? If he did, then he wouldn’t have to worry about her wristband, his dirty work would’ve been taken care of. You didn’t want to think that thought ever crossed his mind, but you did and you couldn’t help to think that happened.

When you made it back to camp, Clarke had requested some supplies for Jasper while Bellamy and Murphy carried the wrapped panther and set it down before revealing it the everyone. The rebellious leader shouted ‘who’s hungry’ and earned various shouts and cheers, making you roll your eyes and head inside the drop ship to offer any help that was needed.

Clarke assured you that she didn’t need any help as of right then, so you nodded and told her that if she needed anything, you would be there. She thanked you before you slid down the ladder, hearing the ruckus still going on outside. You contemplated on staying inside to lessen your headache, but you couldn’t ignore and isolate yourself from everyone even though you really and I mean really wanted too.

You finally made your way outside and stood beside Finn and scoffed as you saw what was happening in front of you. You chose to ignore it and spark a conversation with him which triggered your memory about what he had said back at the river.

“By the way, I was eager to save Jasper because he’s my best friend, not because I couldn’t prevent my father from getting floated,” you bluntly said as you gave him a sideways glance.

He was about to respond, but footsteps approached behind you caused him to withdraw from doing so.

“He’s stable for now, but without medicine-”

Clarke stopped talking as she witnessed what you had noticed just mere seconds ago. “They’re taking off their wristbands for food?” she unbelievably questioned. “No way, I- I won’t do it,” she protested to no one.

You shook your head in disbelief as you saw another person get their wristband pried off and Bellamy grin, handing them a stick with the meat attached. “Yeah, fuck that, I’ll starve before they take mine off.”

“You don’t have to,” Finn said which made you glance over in his direction only to see him walk up to the fire and go to take a stick of meat.

“Woah, woah. Wait, wait, wait,” Murphy interrupted. “What, you think you play by different rules?”

“I thought there were no rules,” Finn blatantly stated before walking off with the meat causing you to smirk and walk up to the fire, grabbing a stick for yourself and smiling at Murphy while you did it. As you strutted off, you winked at Bellamy and took a bite before sitting at a tree to enjoy your meal.

You smiled to yourself as you ate, the look on his face was mixed with shock and anger, but you didn’t care. You loved him, but that didn’t change the fact he was acting like a major dick. Finn was right, there were no rules, so you weren’t about to follow anyone. Hopefully things would change and you’d get the Bellamy you once knew back. Things between you two were already tense and you still had hope that you’d be able to fix things between you two. As of now though, you’d rebel against him like he was doing to the Ark, doesn’t feel too good, does it?

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Day 24: Shower/bath ft. Neloth

Relationship: F/M Species: Unspecified Warnings: NSFW, Vaginal sex

Summary: The slight detour was a brilliant idea on the dragonborns behalf, a chance to wash away the thousand-year-old damp they’d both collected at Nchardak, though neither planned on it taking quite so long.

The waterfall was a pleasant sound, though the absence of spriggans still had his curiosity sparked.

“How did you know it would be safe here?” He inquired, nose raised as he watched the dragonborn saunter around the bank, stopping at the base of the falls.

“I cleared this place out no too long ago, your gardener asked me for assistance in collecting taproots – this was the only place I could find.” She ran her hands beneath the water, humming softly at the respective temperature, before beginning to strip herself of her armour. It wasn’t until Her cuirass was completely removed, her torso bare to the elements, that Neloth finally looked away. He leaned over the bank precariously, grimacing at the scum and algae that floated atop the surface, congealing at the edges and hiding his reflection from him. He was damp from ancient ruin water – but was this any better?

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Her voice floated over the sounds of the water, and was it not for the distinct thunk of her armour hitting the floor, he would’ve looked up, seeing the nude woman standing unabashedly beside the falls. “This way old man.” He whipped around at her quip, the shimmering water distorting her figure as she slipped behind it.

Curiousity snatched him as he pursued, ashamedly hoping to find the woman behind the falls – instead, finding a cave, so dark that one would miss it had he not been looking.

The prominent pads of his shoulders scraped against the stone, the damp stone trickling water onto his head. His mouth was set into a permanent snarl till he entered the chamber. The water glittered with the light that burst through the cracks, highlighting the woman that waded into the middle, sinking till the waters reached her neck, sighing at the cool sensations that prickled her skin.

He didn’t turn when she caught his eye, instead, he watched attentively as she raised a hand from beneath the depths, a finger crooking in a ‘come hither’ motion. He didn’t miss her cheeky smile, challenging, childish, and altogether too tempting for the old elf to ignore. He could feel her eyes upon him as he disrobed, delicately placing his robes upon a nearby boulder rather than unceremoniously dumping them. He’d taken his time, stripping the fabric piece by piece with slow, slender fingers, curling around the cloth, pulling it to reveal strips of ashy grey skin.

There was nothing to him, protruding hip bones and ribs, taut sinew at his thighs and abdomen. His skin was dappled with darker shades, the darkest being his cock, a deep dark grey that slowly disappeared beneath the water.

He stayed like that, waist deep, feet stable on the shallows and he cupped the water, rubbing it into his skin to wipe out the damp that clung to him. The water was fresh and cool, so clean it reflected the cave ceiling, making it seem as if he bathed within the night sky. His ear twitched at the splash that echoed, disinterested gaze drifting to where his companion once was – but now there were only ripples.

His eyes scanned across the banks, then the expense of black water that had swallowed her up. Water breathing. He should’ve guessed. With a roll of his eyes, he stepped closer to the edge, toes curling at the drop. For a moment, his skin shimmered, the effects of his magic coating him as he dived under. Nothingness filled his lungs as he swam beneath the pool, staring into the darkness with a heavily creased brow.

You’re being immature

His voice echoed in her mind as she swam up behind him, hands raised to attack – though his eye already stared into her from over his shoulder. His eyes never left hers as he turned, swimming up to her with a scolding glare that never seemed to work.

We both know you can’t stay angry at me. You wouldn’t have come this far if you didn’t trust me.

Her smirk grew as she met him halfway, locking her arms around his neck as he trod water, eyes rolling with an exasperated expression. His hand reluctantly held her hip, only to stop her from pulling him with her when she floated away.

Don’t misread this situation, hero. You’re merely a means to an end.

Bubbles floated from his mouth when her legs latched around his thin hips, heels pressing into his ass and bring them together. His cock twitched against her quim, the unmissable smugness across her face making his brow crease once more.

But of course, I’ll be happy to bring you your end, master.

His lips quivered, and even though her hand moved slowly – plenty of time to shake her from him and swim away – he didn’t stop her. Bubbles came from his nose as a warm hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it to life until it was hard enough to slip into her. His jaw hung as he felt her, hot, and tight – when was the last time he took a woman?

Their sex was slow, fluid, languid, like the water that surrounded them. Bubbles popped at the surface whenever they released heavy breaths, a stream of air tainting the darkness. The magicka that encased him sent delicious tingles into her, igniting the growing flame in the pit of her stomach, causing a conflict in her mind on whether she wanted to finish with a sweet release or continue this intensely pleasurable torture.

He wished it would last forever, the feeling of her around him, squeezing his cock with her inner muscles, her walls caressing the head when he pressed against her deepest, and her most sensitive spots. He enjoyed the way she quivered in his hands, feeling her for where she reacted best like she was a whole new experiment. But with such great sensations came a price, and he too could feel the pressure building, a century and more without release and the feeling was flooding him far too quickly. He felt too young as if he was inexperienced once more.

That wouldn’t do for the master Telvanni.

He pushed her back, letting the water hold her as he thrust slowly, sensual brushes of his cock in-and-out. He brought his thumb to her clit, roughly pressing and rolling it – a stark contrast to the actions of his cock – and soon there was a nearly endless stream of bubbles coming from her.

He bit his lip in restrained desperation, the way her walls quaked around him almost too much – but he refused to cum before her if only to prove a point.

The sensations were overwhelming, despite the enchantments her lungs seemed to burn, the pressure from his touches on her clit was unimaginable, and still, the gentle effects of his cock had yet to stop. All was too much, and soon she was breaking, spine bending as she came hard.

Her quim clung to him, sucking him in when he came. Thick hot spurts coated her insides, and he clung to her, nails scraping against her skin as he buried himself inside her.

His cum began to seep from her when he pulled out, thus their cue to resurface. They broke the water, making for the bank where they both collapsed. With heaving breaths, they looked to one another

Another spot of bathing was definitely needed.

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Once Bitten, Twice Shy: part ? ~ something

More RegisxEvangeline for ya. A little intimacy in this one. Long post. I literally had to combine some paragraphs to make sure there were proper breaks for all the dialogue. Tumblr imposed a 100 block limit which I guess I hit lol ~~ also this happens in the future of this fic. I've had it written for a month or more and idk when I'll get more done so I might as well go ahead n share it with you all. Hope you enjoy!!

-----Regis sat down on a large rock at the water's edge and slipped his worn leather boots from his aching feet. He let a soft sigh escape his thin lips as he laid back and stretched out on the rock. The heat from the sun's rays penetrated his body, along with the residual heat from the stone, causing his body warm up quickly. It was the first time they had been able to relax on their trip. He was glad for the momentary respite; his ageing body needed it. He brought himself upright, into a sitting position, and rolled his pants legs up to his knees. His legs were tired form their trek through the woods. He ran his calloused hands up and down his claves, massaging them slightly as he did so. He slipped a bare foot into the crystal-clear water and sighed at the refreshing feeling it provided. He closed his eyes and focused on the moment, allowing his body and mind to relax further.

"Oof!" Evangeline tossed something into his face as she headed toward the edge of the pool. "What in Hell's name..." He muttered pulling the item from his face, blinking a few times at the heavy cloth in his hands. A confused look crossed his countenance as he examined the material in his hands. He looked up and around for Evangeline. Another bundle was flung at his face, he quickly snatched it midair and redirected it into his lap. "Was that really necessary?" He asked turning his dark eyes up to the woman before him. She was stripped down to her black cotton panties that tied at the hips, and her brown leather bralette. Her crimson hair cascaded down her back, accentuating her porcelain white skin. She glanced back over her shoulder at Regis and shrugged before diving into the spring. Regis rolled his eyes and shook his head. Evangeline disappeared from his view, diving deep beneath the water's surface. He smiled to himself and took his time folding her clothes; he enjoyed the aroma that lingered on them. It wafted into his face as he folded the cloth. Her scent was distinct; the sweet smell of perspiration mixed with her perfume, an aroma that reminded him of ripe blackberries with the hint of vanilla. He propped up his arm on his knee and scooted closer to the water's edge as he waited for her to break the surface.

"Eva? Come on now, you're starting to make me worry." He shouted towards the water's surface after a while of waiting. He peered down into the deep spring, searching its depths with his dark eyes to spy her. He waited a moment before pulling his feet out to stand erect on the rock. He leaned forward a bit out over the springs edge. "Don't make me come in there after you. You know I don't like getting my clothes wet." He yelled. He paused a moment, straining to hear her over the pounding sound of the waterfall. "Eva, this isn't funny!"

Regis grimaced and clenched his teeth. "Damnit woman." He muttered as he pulled his shirt off over his head. "Evangeline!" He yelled over the roaring waterfall, his hands wrapped around his mouth in order to carry his voice. "Eva!" He shouted once more, pausing for a beat before diving into the pool. He opened his eyes and took in his surroundings.

The pool was deep and relatively clear most the way down. The bottom was dark, due to its depth, and covered in what looked like a type of freshwater seaweed. Buckthorne. He thought, quickly surmising that the witcher had dove down to gather the rare plant. He turned a complete revolution, looking for any sign of Evangeline before moving further down in the water. He pushed further down to the depths, scanning back and forth for any movement. Then he saw her; her hair floating upward, swaying with the undertow, almost blending in with the buckthorne. She reached out for him sluggishly, her eyes rolling back into her head as she did so. Damnit. he thought swimming towards her with more speed. He realized as he approached that she was stuck in the buckthorne and weeds along the pools bottom. His memory flashed back to the image of her before she had dived into the pool; she didn't have her weapons, not even her backup dagger.

He realized she had no way to cut away the thick plant wrapped around her ankle. Perhaps, for once, it is a blessing that I don’t exactly need a blade to lacerate things. He thought as he flexed his left hand; the fingernails extended into long talons that swiftly cut through the weed holding her prisoner. His right hand wrapped around her waist while the other returned to its normal form; its nails receding back to their normal length. He kicked off the muddy bottom, stirring up muck and sand as he did so. He maneuvered their bodies together, careful to avoid the swaying plants around them as he pushed toward the surface.

Regis felt his heart beat faster as his air supply ran low, he kicked his feet more swiftly as they neared the surface, propelling them up out of the water with a loud splash. He gasped for air, trying to fill his lungs with large ragged breaths as they bobbed along the ponds surface.

"Eva!" He gasped, giving her limp body a shake. "Evangeline!" He yelled as he pulled her with him to the rocky shore. He dragged her body with him onto the pebbly sand and pushed her hair from her face. She was pale, more so than her normal alabaster tone. "Damnit!" He muttered, turning her onto her side, pounding his palm onto her back. "Breath, damnit, breath!" He yelled as he tried to force the water from her lungs. He watched as a thin trail of water trickled from the corner of her mouth.

Regis grimaced as he realized his efforts weren't working. He rolled her over onto her back, tilted back her head and opened her mouth. He pressed his thin lips against hers, her lips were softer than he had imagined, and he breathed into her mouth, hoping to fill her lungs and expel the water trapped there. Suddenly her body jerked, her eyes flew open, and water gushed from her mouth. Regis pulled away and forced her onto her side, he hit her back helping to force the water out of her lungs. She coughed harshly as her body jerked in efforts to clear her lungs. Her coughs died down as less and less water came out. Eventually, her lungs were cleared and her coughing ceased. Regis rubbed her back with a sigh before turning and rolling onto his own back, settling onto the shore beside her.

"Thank the Gods." He muttered running his hand over his face. His chest still heaved up and down, as he tried to gather his nerves. He took a moment to inhale a few deep breaths, before speaking again. "I thought," he began with a raspy voice. "that you had left me for a minute there." He felt her shift beside him. "Don't ever," he said taking in another deep breath. "scare me like that again, please." He felt her shift again. "Eva..." He turned to check on her. She had curled up next to him and was taking in shallow breaths. "Darling, are you alright? Talk to me, please, say something..." He said tilting her head up to face him.

"I-I'm okay... thanks to you." She muttered tilting her head back down resting her forehead against his shoulder. "I'm sorry." She whispered.

"It was just an accident." He said slightly confused by her actions. "It could have happened to anyone. Please, don't apologize. We're both okay, right? That's all that matters." He said reaching over and stroking her wet hair from her face.

"I put you in danger, yet again." She muttered, shifting away from his touch. "Without a thought I pu-"

"Don't think that way. It's done and over now, let's just enjoy the view, shall we?" He said tilting her face back up to his.

Tears. Her beautiful golden eyes were welled up with tears.

He sighed gently and rolled onto his side to fully face her. He took her cheeks in his hands and thumbed away the tears. "You're always full of surprises. I never thought I'd live to see the day that a witcher cried." He teased with a thin smile. She closed her eyes and tried to hide from him again. "Eva... Eva please look at me..." He said pulling her back to him. She sniffled and hesitantly opened her eyes again. He held her gaze with his dark ones, and gently thumbed over her bottom lip.

She felt her stomach flip at his touch. She was ashamed of what had occurred. She had put them both in danger, quite haphazardly. Something a witcher should know better than to do. She had let her guard down for the first time in ages and this was what happened. She almost died and so had he in his effort to rescue her. She tried to look away from him again, it hurt too much to hold his gaze, but he refused to let her have her way. He pressed his lips against hers in a soft kiss. He brushed wet strands of hair from her face, letting his fingers weave into her long locks.

He sighed and pulled away.

Evangeline froze.

She stared up into his eyes, not having felt the emotions he made her feel currently flow through her in years. She felt nauseous. A fire burned between her legs. Her cheeks flushed. Her eyes teared up again.

Regis cleared his throat. "I-uh-I.." He cleared his throat nervously again. "F-forgive me, I don't know what came over me." He said beginning to push himself away from her. She grasped at him; wrapping one arm around his torso, the other around his neck, and pulled him back to her. She shook her head at him and leaned her lips up to his. Her heart thudded in her chest; she hoped that she hadn't just ruined what chance she had for his affection.

Her doubts were quickly quelled as he pulled her closer to him and deepened their kiss.

She allowed her hands to roam his back; feeling his muscles beneath the smooth skin and finding scars she didn't know he had. He let a hand rest on her hip and the other twine into her hair as he kissed her more. She felt a soft moan escape her lips as he let his tongue roam over her lower lip. Startled by her vocal response she tried to pull away, embarrassed by the natural actions her body took. He held her forehead to his, and with a crooked smile chuckled.

It was a feeling neither of them had felt in ages.

"I'm much too old for this heroic nonsense, you know." He murmured against her lips trying to ease a smile from her. "But, I'd have to say it was definitely worth it." He smiled, pulling her into another passionate kiss.

They laid there together on the rocky beach, in each other's arms for what seemed like eternity. Regis worked his way from her lips, down her jawline and her neck. His teeth scraped her skin, sending goosebumps across her flesh. He kissed her neck gently and with a sigh, forced himself to pull away from her.

"What's wrong?" She asked staring up at him. He sighed heavily and sat upright.

"There's something I need to tell you; something I've been meaning to tell you but lacked the courage needed. " he said with a grimace running his hand through his damp hair.

"And you chose now, of all times, to tell me... what exactly?" She said sitting up beside him on the sand.

"Well, yes." He scoffed. "It's something you should know before... before we take our relationship further."

"I see... Regis, I know you're aware I had suspicions about you when we first met but I left that weariness behind a while ago. If that’s what-"

"Please, let me finish." He said cutting her off with a gentle tone, his hand hovering in the air motioning her to stop speaking. "This is something you need to hear, albeit something you're not going to want to hear, in the end... nevertheless you deserve to know."

"Know what?"

"Bloody hell this is a lot harder than I imagined it being..." He said with a shake of his head. He took to his feet and paced back and forth before her.

"Regis... You're weirding me out here."

"My apologies, that was not my intention." He said with a finger to his lips, deep in thought. "I suppose there's really no way to do this with ease. I honesty had hope you'd deduce it on your own, maybe you have?" He asked shooting her a questioning glance, his chin clutched between his thumb and forefinger in thought still.

She shook her head at him, an eyebrow cocked at him in confusion.

"Ah, alas, I should have surmised as much. It's not something one easily infers; the signs are there but one has to be quite conscientious to see them and piece them together." He murmured twirling his hands in the air as he talked. "Not that you aren't meticulous and good at your job. That is to say-"

"Regis. Out with it."

"Right..." He said running his hand through his hair again. "Well, promise me you won't overreact... That you'll listen until I'm finished and not to jump to conclusions..."

"I'll try, but I supposed it depends what you're trying to tell me."

"Quite right." He said with a deep sigh. He turned to face her, she went to stand and he motioned for her to stay seated. "It might be best if you stay sitting for this. What I have to say might come as quite a shock." He said wringing his hands nervously. She nodded and arched her eyebrow at him again. "Okay, there's no easy way to say this to you. Just keep in mind this isn't something many people know, and there are very few whom I chose to share it with, at that."

"Regis..."

"I'm a Vampire." He blurted out with a shrug.

Evangeline blinked a few times, trying to process what her companion had just iterated to her.

"W-What?" She mumbled, her eyes narrowing at him. Her heart skipped a beat as her brain finally processed what he had said. Her eyes searched over him trying to find answers to her thoughts before he could speak again.

We cook with garlic, that doesn't affect him. He's obviously fine in the daylight... Shadow, his shad- her thoughts stalled as she looked down to see that he cast no shadow. Her eyes shifted to the water's surface. Reflection? Again, her eyes confirmed his statement more. He's touched silver before. He not afraid of fire. He's never tried to harm me, has he - Unknowingly her hand moved up to her neck where his lips had just been.

He scoffed at her motion, rolling his eyes and looking away from her. "I'd never hurt you Eva. It's a foolish myth that vampires seduce and suck the blood of young maidens. A legend to fill the erotic wants and needs of foolish humans."

She sat there still in shock, gazing at his handsome form, confused by her thoughts and wants. Her eyes darted to her swords, nestled in the rocks behind them. Regis sighed and shook his head.

"Please don't go and get it in that witcher head of yours that I'm some monster you must exterminate. One: I'm obviously no threat to you. And regardless of what actions you take now, I refuse to do you any harm." He said counting his reasons off on his hand. "Two: You're smart enough to know you stand no chance against me in my true forms. And three: Even if you did manage to inflict a mortal wound on me, I'd only regenerate after a short period of time. Here's a true fact for you: higher vampires, such as myself," he said placing a hand on his chest for emphasis. "can only die at the hands of another of our kind." He paused for a moment. "So please," he began, staring into her eyes as he talked. "feel free to gather your weapons and have at it, if you must." He said with a venom in his voice she had never heard before.

She could see he was hurt by her reaction. It pained her to see him in such a way. All the years of training and life lessons were telling her to act just the opposite of how she felt. She bit her lip and looked away from him, breaking his gaze. She felt sick to her stomach, not from the knowledge of what he was, but of how she was reacting to it; how she wasn't being supportive and comforting him. She realized it must have taken a lot of willpower and courage for him to tell her, of all people, his secret. It made her feel even more guilty.

"Regis..." She whispered getting to her feet. He had turned his back to her, not wanting to see her reaction; feeling dejected. His arms were crossed in a defensive manner, quite unlike the man she had grown to know. She sighed to herself. She needed time to gather her thoughts, but she couldn't think straight with him brooding beside her. Hesitantly she reached out to him, laying a hand on his arm. "We should make camp and get some food for tonight." She said looking down into the water's surface, sad that it was only her reflection staring back at her.

Regis clenched his teeth but nodded in agreement. He grabbed up his satchel, leaving his shirt behind, and dissipated into a large dark cloud that floated towards the top of the waterfall. Evangeline sighed and felt sick to her stomach again. He wasn't lying, he wasn't toying with her, she realized that now. She shook her head and set to work gathering kindling for their fire. She tossed around plenty of questions in her mind as she worked. Things that she wanted to know about him, things she wanted to know about his kind.

She laid out their bedrolls and started a fire. She glanced over her shoulder up at the top of the waterfall, where she found Regis gathering fish for their supper. The sun almost reflected off his pale skin. She realized as the sun set that her underclothes were still wet and as the sun dipped further behind the treetops the colder she became. She looked around for her clothes, finding them in a neat folded pile by the water's edge. A faint smile crossed her face. She gathered up her clothes and picked up his shirt as well as she made her way back to the fire. She made a makeshift drying rack next to the flames out of some spare sticks. She looked back up at Regis, for a moment they made eye contact, he held her gaze. She could tell, even from a large distance, that his eyes were still filled with hurt. She forced herself to turn away from him and slipped her still wet bralette off, tossing it onto the rack before her. She then slipped his shirt on, giving the hem a tug to cover her bottom completely. Regis watched her as changed. A slight smile emerging on his face as he realized she had put on his shirt instead of her own. In turn, she pulled up each corner of the shirt and untied her panties at her hips, before laying them across the drying rack.

He decided that it was a good enough sign for him to return to camp. He gathered up his net and the fish he had captured in it and made his way back down the cliffside. Evangeline was kneeling before the fire, racking the coals with a tapered stick as he walked up. He felt a smidge of hope return to him as he wasn't met with hostility. He laid the net full of fish on a large rock and knelt beside it. She joined him with a knife and set to work gutting and preparing the fish for roasting. He sat immobile, watching her as she worked, wondering what she must be thinking of him.

"You know this would go a lot faster if you helped out." She said giving him a sideways glance.

He nodded, flexed his hand and once again his nails shot outward like beastly claws. The movement startled Evangeline, but she quickly regained herself and watched silently as he cleaned the fish with her. With the fish prepared and roasting they took up seats beside the fire, a few feet of distance separating them. Regis watched as Evangeline shivered. She rubbed her hands up her arms and realized she still had on his shirt.

"Aren't you cold?" She asked turning her eyes to him. "Don't you want-"

"I'm fine. My kind can withstand extreme temperatures well." He paused for a moment as she looked away from him and back to the fire. "In addition, I'm quite enjoying seeing you wear my things." He said with a smirk. She gave him another sideways glance, a small smile on her face from his compliment.

"So... I thought of a few things... that I'd like clarified... about... your kind, as you put it, and about you... If you don't mind." She said making eye contact with him.

"I presumed that you would. Go ahead, I'll answer to the best of my ability." He said leaning his back against the large boulder behind him. Evangeline nodded.

"Well, I guess for starters, why did you even make initial contact with me, knowing who and what I was..."

Regis snorted. "Really that’s your first question?" He asked gazing over at her.

"Should it not be?"

"Oh, I didn't mean that it shouldn't be, merely that I was surprised by your route of interrogations. That definitely wasn't what I was expecting. But to answer your question, I was purely intrigued by the woman before me. I knew the risks involved, I stated that to you before, if I remember correctly. Moreover, no disrespect to you Dear, but I've yet to encounter even a witcher who could best me in combat. There wasn't any trepidation in my mind."

She nodded. "Okay, that makes sense based off of what you said earlier. Next question then... Well, it's more of a statement in a way. All of the vampires I've encountered or read about have a... need to feed..."

"Ah, this was the line of questioning I expected." He said with a nod. "There's a significant difference between the species of my kind. A higher and lower order, if you will. Lower vampires, primitive creatures, such as your average garkain, felders, and ekimmarra need blood to survive. They feed on blood to sustain their life. Higher vampires such, bruxae, alps, and katakans do not, they do it for pleasure."

"Pleasure?"

"Yes. Higher vampires are a bit more complex, you have the average ones that I've already mentioned, as well as those like myself... if you will, superior vampires, elders I suppose. We partake of blood recreationally, although some, myself included during my teething phase, can drink in excess... to where it seems to humans that it is out of some carnal need. It's wholly to the contrary though, as a drink of blood to us is the equivalent of a good wine to you. We get drunk off of it. And like humans, we can become addicted to it..." He paused for a moment, reflecting back in time. "Which, I regret to say, happened to me in my youth. But, it made me who I am today, I suppose, it was a good thing for me in the long run. I, like many of my brethren, went on binges. I lost control... and I paid for it. I spent fifty years regenerating underground. Buried in a deep pit with bits and pieces of my body strewn about me." he shivered at the memory. "I vowed after that I'd never take another innocent life, never to take another drop. And, although, I've kept that vow for... more years than I care to admit, I did break that vow once... About a fifteen years ago... and paid, yet again, for it. It took me less years to regenerate this time, as I had the help of a vampire friend nurse me back to health. He's gone now." Regis said somberly.

"What happened to him?" She asked scooting closer to him, wanting to comfort him but not sure how. Regis shook his head.

"He lost his way. He fell down a bad path, he inflicted enormous pain on innocent people, he... caused the deaths of many races." He said solemnly. "I had the choice to choose between a dear friend trying to do the right thing, or chose the friend who had lost himself, much like I had all those years ago, and caused the slaughter of an entire city." He sighed. You can deduce what happened from there..."

"Regis..." She whispered pulling herself to his chest. His voice caught in his throat. She felt him swallow hard. "You don't have to say anymore, if you don't want to. If it's too painful-"

"No, I need to tell you. You deserve to know. Not only did I keep my nature from you, I also kept how I really know about you... from you, as well."

She pulled back from his chest and gazed up into his eyes. "What do you mean?"

"The friend I mentioned... the one who helped me defeat Detlaff, that was his name... the vampire who nursed me back to health..." He lost himself in thought for a moment. She saw it in his eyes, he was remembering a time and place where his friend was still alive and hadn't strayed down a bad path. He shook his head, shattering the thoughts that he had recollected. "The friend who made the right decision, one of my dearest friends in the world, is Geralt of Rivia."

She pushed back further from Regis, staring at him with wide eyes. "What?"

"It's another long story." He sighed tilting his head back to rest against the rock, closing his eyes as he did so. "But the jist of it is; I met Geralt when he was on his journey to find Ciri, years ago. I'm sure you've heard tale of it, of the Elder Blood and child surprise."

"Yes, I've heard many stories of Geralt over the years." She paused in thought for a moment. "You died to help Geralt, didn't you? And he helped you with your friend because he owed you." She said connecting the dots.

"Yes."

She nodded. "And he... he told you about me?"

"Briefly. The man was so obsessed with finding Ciri nothing else mattered to him. But there were a few nights, when we wintered in Touisant, where he opened up to me about his past; about you."

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

He shrugged. "It didn't seem prevalent at the time." He said with his eyes still closed. "I wanted to get to know you myself. He didn't specify any details about your past together; just merely mentioned you were his first love and he wondered about you often." He opened his eyes and held her gaze. "I knew the minute I saw you in that inn who you were, solely based off of the rumors after the war. I suppose part of me wanted to know why Geralt had fallen in love with you in the first place, and to see if the rumors that such an amazing, talented, beautiful woman were true." He finished with a lopsided grin.

She turned away from him to hid the blush in her cheeks at his words. "I suppose, it's good to know he carries no ill will toward me. I'm glad he's moved on and has a family now. He deserves it, Geralt is a good man."

"That he is. So, when I first heard about you from him I realized that you must assuredly be a special woman. And that was over a decade ago."

"You have a good memory for someone... your age." She quipped.

"You're not exactly a spring chicken yourself anymore." He chuckled playfully.

She joined his laughter and rested her head against his chest again. He wrapped his arm around her waist and rested his chin atop her head. She breathed in deeply, taking in his scent; various herbs, smoke from the fire, and his natural musk. It was something she had smelled often on their voyage but until now hadn't understood. The herbs that he always had on hand helped to mask his natural scent; the pungent smell of decay. It didn't bother her anymore, she found his aroma just as enticing as his personality.

"Regis?"

"Hmm?" He hummed as he stroked her hair.

"Thank you for telling me everything. I'm sorry for how I reacted at first." She said hugging him more tightly. A faint smile crossed his lips.

"Thank you Dear," he said kissing the top of her head. "but I should have told you before now."

"I understand why you didn't though, really. And about Geralt as well. I think it was for the best that things happened this way." She said pulling away from his chest to look at his face. "You're not still mad at me are you? You got pretty defensive earlier... I've never heard you talk that way before."

Regis sighed and glanced away from her. "I suppose I did, didn't I?" He said turning his face back to hers. "My apologies. I spoke harshly and without cause. I let my previous experiences guide my actions without thought; you didn't deserve that from me." He said brushing hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "Can you forgive me?" He asked staring into her golden cat like eyes. She felt herself blush again.

"Depends." She shrugged, biting her lip, focusing on his chest instead of his intense gaze.

"Depends?" He chuckled. "What must I do to get back into your good graces then?" He said caressing her check, coaxing her back to his face.

"Kiss me again, like you did before." She said, her eyes moving from his dark eyes to his lips and back again.

"Gladly." He grinned as he slipped his fingers into the hair at the base of her neck and pulled her to him.

[isitkpop]

Elf!Daesung as your Boyfriend

Request: Not Requested

He’s the water elf

Lives in the same forest as Chanyeol and Yoongi but in a cave behind a small waterfall

You would have to either swim or hop across a stone path to get to the shallow area where the waterfall is at

Chanyeol likes to mess with Daesung by bathing in the waterfall where there is a CLEAR VIEW OF A NAKED CHANYEOL

Daesung proceeds to make the water fall really heavily on Chanyeol making it hard to stand

Daesung is shirtless most of the time at his cave because he loves spending time in water

Can communicate with amphibians and other water creatures...

Has names for all of them...

The turtle is Steve...and that’s like his best friend xD

Loves to travel to the park to play with the kids in the lake

Hates it when people litter in the lake and makes them go in the water to clean up after themselves.

If they refuse, he would use his magic to splash them a little with water.

If they still refuse, he would then drench them...

At midnight, you decided to take a dip in the lake...

While Daesung is like...sitting at the bottom of the lake meditating. 

You jumped in

Scared the shit out of him

Accidentally made waves in the lake and washed you up on shore

Daesung swimming to the surface

Scaring the shit out of you too

He swims to where you are and crawls out with no shirt on, LUCKILY HE HAS PANTS!

He’s apologizing like crazy

You then notice his pointy ears and you’re like “OH! You’re the water elf!”

“Yeah...” Blushes a lot “Sorry for scaring you and washing you up on shore...”

“I feel like I should apologize. Why were you sitting on the bottom of the lake?”

You then realizing you may have caused a disturbance with Daesung’s connection with the water. “OH MY GOD! Were you meditating? I’m so sorry. I hope I didn’t ruin your connection! I was just going to cool off!”

“No no no! It’s okay. I was almost done! But it’s okay. You didn’t ruin anything. My connection is still strong.”

You then pull your phone from your shorts pocket from the ground and checked the time and “Oh...It’s a little late. I have to go.”

“Oh. Well! Stay safe!”

You throwing on your shorts and then walking away with a soft smile.

The next day you decided to go swimming again...at Midnight.

This time Daesung was sitting at the pier. 

“Oh! Uh...It’s you.”

“You can call me Daesung.”

“Well, nice to meet you again Daesung. I’m y/n”

You’re both sitting on the pier in silence as Daesung is swinging his feet in the lake

You’re both like that for like an hour

Daesung says bye since he was getting a bit tired. You’re also leaving too

You’re both not being able to get each other off your minds. 

It’s been a week since you’ve seen each other and then you’re like...”I gotta find him”

You know he would be living near water and could it possibly be where your secret place is at since you were little?

You walked the path in the forest and like found your secret place which is near the waterfall and you hopped along the path and seen the cave was being in use.

“Daesung?”

Daesung popping up out of the water from behind you and scared you making you fall in

Daesung swimming towards you to make sure you’re okay but you smile at him and push him a little for revenge and then swim to the surface for air

Daesung following after and Laughing as he surfaces and then follows you to the shallow end

“I used to visit this place a lot when I was younger”

Daesung remembering a little girl coming by and sitting at the edge and playing with the fish

“So that was you?”

“What? You’ve seen me before?” You then remembering watching Daesung play with the water “I knew you looked familiar! I missed you Dae!”

“Why did you stop coming by?”

“High school. But now I’m in college.”

“You’re smart! I don’t age.”

“HEY!” You smack him towards the ‘smart’ comment and your both laughing and he’s just staring at you because...Her smile is so beautiful...

You then catch him and then your blushing and then he’s blushing. You’re both clearing your throats because...it just got a bit awkward...

He then takes you inside his cave and it looks so cool. Moss growing in some places and a whole bed of moss and blankets for a make-shift bed a fire pit in the small part of the wall. His closet on one wall and another wall covered with magic circles and runes

You’re both just catching up and like hours passed and you seen that it was dark out now and you told Dae bye and Dae is left sitting there with a huge ass smile on his face because might have just fallen in love with you a little bit because you’re so caring and sweet and you’re just fun to talk to and just everything he needs

Daesung telling Yoongi and Chanyeol what’s happening and told them not to tell their own girl’s because Dae knows they will tell you

Whoops....

Guess who finds you???

Both of their girlfriends find you sitting in the library at campus and sits in front of you with huge ass smiles on their faces

“Uhhh...May I help you?”

“Hi! I’m (Insert Yoongi’s girlfriend name)”

“I’m (Insert Chanyeol’s girlfriend name)”

You found out about their boyfriends and that their friend’s with Daesung and they find it cute that you and Daesung known each other ever since you were little

...annnddddd.....there goes the Daesung has a little crush on you slipping by their lips...

You’re like “Wait what?”

And they’re like...Sarcastically saying whoops

It’s been like two weeks since you’ve seen him because you’ve been thinking about it and sure...You may have had a little crush on him when you first met and all the times you’ve both met has been so fun and then your like...”Shit...”

You heard a knock on your door and you open it to find Chanyeol and Yoongi panting and looking worried and they tell you that Daesung could possibly be sick and you might have something to do with it

You being all worried and scared and running through the forest and hoping over the stone path and getting soaked from going through the waterfall and found him laying in his bed breathing heavily with the other two girls watching over him.

They move out of the way for you and you tell them that you can handle taking care of him.

They leave and it’s just you and a sick water elf

The waterfall is falling softer than usual. You grabbed a cloth and soak it with water and put it on his forehead

You’re roaming the cave and found books and decided to read through them while watching over Daesung

You found out that a water Elf has a stronger connection with the one they love most and with the lack of being with the one they love, they become sick

You’re starting to become sad because he’s sick because of you and it’s your fault because you were scared to face him because you’re also in love with him

You decided to get some sleep and slip in the blankets and sleep close to him

Daesung wakes up the next day feeling perfect and notices that you’re there...sleeping...really close beside him

He’s freaks out but then notices how peaceful and beautiful you look and softly brushes his fingers across your cheek and then it stirs you awake and you smile at Daesung because you knew he would be better when you’re near him

“You’re here..”

“I was so worried about you yesterday. How come you didn’t tell me that you liked me? Better yet...why didn’t you tell me that being away from me for so long makes you sick?”

“I didn’t want to scare you off because it’s too soon to tell you that I love you...I’ve actually been getting sick for quite awhile...since you stopped visiting me...”

“I loved you ever since high school. I missed you so damn much but I was way too busy to see you...You have no idea how much I wanted to see you and talk to you about all my struggles...I went through so many break-ups because none of it worked out...I knew it had something to do with you because....I feel connected to you...”

“Fuck it...” He kisses you gently and it’s super cute and romantic because...she loved me for so long...I can’t believe it...

You’re both official now...You having to move in with Daesung because of the special bond that you and him have

Your dates consists of swimming late at night, nice restaurants, and sitting at the pier on the lake and just watching the stars and listening to each other laugh, or complain...and even cry

Daesung is literally the most special boyfriend to have because you both have something special between you two that keeps you together...

[elasianstar]

The World on a Turtle’s Back Chapter 7

Observer POV

When Raphael woke up it was to the smell of bacon cooking. Cracking open his tired eyes the first thing he saw was a pair of sleek black wings knelt by the campfire. Elasia was cooking breakfast by the heat of the coals.

“Wakey wakey eggs and bakey! I've got a great day planned for us!”

The sound of her banging on the cast iron skillet with a metal spatula had everyone up in a few moments. Mikey fell on the food first, thanking her with his mouth full while she passed the hot percolator to Donnie and Leo. His cup already had the energy stone thing she put together for him hanging over the rim.

Her brother was gone, the only sign he had been there was the indentation in the grass where he had bed down.

Elasia turned to glance over her shoulder at him she reached back with a heavy plate full of food. It was as delicious as usual, the bacon was just perfectly between crunchy and chewy, and the eggs were just the way he liked them. His eyes closed as he slowly chewed the food, preying that he would never have to give up her cooking.

“Hey Elasia? If you're a bird why do you eat eggs?”

It was Mikey, already coming back for seconds.

“Well a lot of birds will steal and eat other birds eggs and Corvids are natural scavengers. I wouldn't eat my own egg if I had one, but a chicken egg is fair game.”

“Wait, you actually lay eggs?”

the incredulous look on his face was almost humorous.

“Well I hatched from one and the other Avia in the old days layed eggs. Logically thinking I should, if the time ever comes. But that's neither here nor there, I actually have a few gifts to hand out for today's trip.”

She tossed a bundle of fabric to each of us the patterns were different but they matched with our colors. Putting down my empty plate I picked up the red bundle in the grass by my legs.

“New shorts?”

Leo was holding a pair of blue shorts in his hands, they were marked with white palm frond patterns.

“They're swimming trunks, I figured since you guys wear clothes on the regular that you would probably feel more comfortable than going all natural.”

“Why would we need…”

Mikey interrupted Donnie by bursting out from behind one of the larger trees already wearing the orange trunks that were decorated with little red spots.

“BEACH DAY!!!”

“Well seeing as we're in a landlocked state no… but we will be going to the lake. Figured you could go swimming and I'd teach you guys how to fish if you wanted.”

Leo's eyes lit up like it was his birthday at the mention of the lake. he was rushing off into the woods to get changed, monitoring his movements so he wouldn't seem too excited.

…

ELASIA’S POV

When the boys had all gotten changed we headed for the lake. I naturally felt best flying low beneath the canopy and the Guys made a bit of a game out of trying to keep up with me by jumping from tree to tree. They had obviously practiced a bit yesterday but they were still shaky on exactly how to judge their landings on the branches. This led to a few near falls and a few broken branches when they would misjudge a tree’s strength. But all in all they were improving quickly. Soon they were leaping through the trees with ease, doing tricks in the air before landing almost soundlessly amongst the foliage.

The lake was about three miles from the house sitting in a large cleared area. it had a nice waterfall on one end, fed by the creek the boys had lounged around the day before. On the other end was a small sand swimming beach that led at an angle into the water. Either side was left more to the wild, rocks and sticks poked up through the water, providing cover for bluegill, bass, and catfish. When we got there a large blue crane was picking through the shallows while fish jumped in the deeper water.

Almost immediately a huge splash disrupted the calm of the lake when Leonardo flung himself into the water from a nearby walnut tree. When he resurfaced his wet mask was thrown onto the beach and he paddled slowly through the water, only his head and the crest of his shell visible on the surface.

With a few whoops and hollers the other three soon joined him, diving below the surface only to Bob back up to the surface later.

“You guys act like you haven't swam in years!”

“We haven't, there aren't many turtle friendly swimming pools back home.”

Donnie was roughly pulled under by one of his brothers, starting an aquatic wrestling match. They all seemed completely different in the water, no matter their usual temperaments each of the brothers was a grinning energetic mess. Tossing each other through the water and making plenty of those happy turtle noises I'd come to recognize. They most likely hadn't had the chance to swim like real turtles since before their mutation.

“Come on Elasia the water’s fine!”

Pulling out a book I sat on the edge of the lake, my swimsuit cover wrapped securely around me.

“Aww come on Angelface! You're missing out on all the fun! You can swim can't You? Hey Donnie can birds swim?”

“yes Mikey, most birds produce oils that protect their feathers in the water. Maybe she just doesn't want to, don't go pushing her.”

After about an hour I found myself in a sudden shadow. Looking up I saw Raphael standing above me, I motioned for him to take a seat.

“Something wrong Red?”

“Just wondering why you aren't getting in the water with us, this was your idea.”

Gripping my cover a little closer to my body I feigned innocence.

“I just don't feel like swimming right now, I was just getting to a good spot in my book.”

“Uh huh and even I can tell you've read that one probably a few hundred times before. But if you don't trust me enough to tell me what's wrong I guess I'll just get Mikey to try cliff diving with me.”

I reached out to grab his hand before he could leave.

“You play dirty you know that right?”

“Just using your own words.”

I followed him to the edge of the lake, waiting for him to dive back into the water before I started to unzip my cover.

Raphael's POV

When my head broke the surface I was going to tease her a little bit, give her an extra reason to jump in the water. But then as her cover fell around her shoulders I noticed something, even with all the night's I've spent at her apartment I've never seen her in anything that didn't cover almost every inch of her body. As her cover fell I realized why.

Her usually pale skin was criss crossed with silver scars, some thin like spiderwebs, others jagged and rough. In the middle of it all was a thick T shaped scar, running across her collar bones and down the midline of her body. The other ones were easy to miss when the light hit her in certain ways, but there was no hiding the way that large central scar puckered her skin.

Her two piece suit didn't cover much of it, the short ruffled skirt covered where the scar started to flare back out over her hip bones and the sports bra style ruffled top hid the path of the line over her sternum. The dark fabric covered in tiny silver jewels did help mask the other scars though, making them seem more like strange ornate markings across marble skin.

She when she noticed us staring my brothers kindly averted their eyes but I couldn't look away. She looked me directly in the eyes as she spoke.

“You guys aren't the only ones who've spent some time in a lab.”

When my mind put the pieces together my hands turned to fists beneath the water as my blood boiled. I knew how she had gotten that scar, they had cut her open, dissected her like a frog in a science class. Knowing her usual healing rate they most likely did it several times to make a scar like that. I was so blinded by my rage that i didn't even notice when she dove into the water and swam over to me until I felt her smooth yet slightly calloused hand on my cheek.

“Calm down Raph, I know what you're thinking and I can assure you those filthy bastards burned for their crimes. They died in return for all of the lives of the creatures they had tortured and wasted. I personally made sure of it.”

I grabbed her hand under the water, giving it a light squeeze.

“Myōjō, I wouldn't have pestered ya about it if I'da known, i'm...”

“It's fine, we can talk about it later. It's in the past, No reason to let it ruin our fun.”

She pushed off of my thighs with her feet before diving backwards under the water. When she emerged She was facing away from me and had brought up a gooey foam ball that looked like it had been buried on the lake bed.

“Who wants to play slimeball! Mikey headsup!”

He turned around just in time to get a face full of pond scum. Tossing the ball from hand to hand he chose his target, winging it at the back of Leo's head where it struck with a harsh wet slap.

In a few moments the battle was on, Leo and Donnie against Elasia and Mikey. Several more slime balls having been retrieved from their hiding places on the lakebed. I kept score from the “sidelines” until a wet stinky blob smacked me upside the face. Everyone had frozen, waiting for me to explode until I raised the ball in my hand, scoping out a target.

“SWIM! EVERY TURTLE FOR HIMSELF!”

The game devolved into anarchy. everyone was flinging slime balls at everyone else, laughing and trashtalking between the harsh wet slapping sounds of impact. After a while however we all started to tire and Elasia disappeared beneath the surface.

She was taking a long time to resurface and I was starting to worry until she burst out of the water with a foot long catfish squirming in her arms.

“I don't know about you guys but I'm ready for some lunch.”

The fish made a rubbery squeak sound when she bit into it and if we could have turned more green we probably would have as she swallowed the chunk she ripped out of its side whole.

“What? Oh come on you guys can't be grossed out, turtles eat fish!”

She tried to pass the thing around, trying to get us to take a bit of the thing. It was still flopping around in her hands.

“Nope, no, not gonna do it, love ya Angelface, you're my best gaming buddy but stop joking, where's the food.”

“I think I'm gonna be sick guys, back off.”

Leo looked at her sideways, muttering a familiar phrase. “You are seriously twisted.”

He eyes lit up,

“Thanks! But look, I bet he'd eat the fish.”

She gestured to a weed filled area on the edge of the lake where the head of a wild turtle barely poked up out of the water. Ripping off another chunk with her teeth and causing Donnie to gag she threw the chunk toward the turtle. It exploded out of the water to catch the piece, every inch a 2 foot diameter snapping turtle. In seconds the hunk of fish was gone and the surface of the water was calm again.

“See I told you, now you have no reason not to at least try it.”

She held the thing out in offering, stopping in front of each of my brothers before she got to me. She looked up at me pleadingly and because I still felt a little guilty about the cover incident I took it from her.

My stomach tossed at the idea as it's cold dead eye stared up at me. It had stopped moving but it's gills still twitched in a desperate last ditch attempt at life. Scrunching up my face I took a small bite, holding back a shudder as I felt my teeth break the skin. It was a little slimy… and it wasn't half bad. The texture of the meat was smooth and almost buttery under my tongue and though the flavor was expectedly fishy it was light and pleasant.

I didn't care what my brothers would think, I took another bite. Elasia let me keep the fish, a happy grin stretched across her face as she dove to catch another. By the time she surfaced Leo was curious.

“Alright, give me the thing. God this feels so wrong.”

He bit into it quick, tearing a chunk of flesh from the fish with a pained look on his face before chewing slowly.

“It's not half bad, come on Don try some.”

Donnie was covering his mouth with his hand while he gave the fish the side eye. Reaching out he plucked a tiny piece of meat from Leo’s fish and reluctantly popped it in his mouth.

“It tastes just like sushi.”

Elasia handed him the next catch and he flinched.

“I don't want to kill it.”

She turned away from him and ripped the head off with her teeth, pulling the innards with it and throwing them to the snapping turtle before handing it back to Donnie. A little horrified by the scene he pulled a utility knife out of his trunks pocket and carefully started cutting small chunks out of the side of the fish.

All that was left was Mikey.

“You guys are all insane, there's no way, I swear to god and pizza I'm not touching that nasty fish.”

Elasia simply shrugged.

“Ok, I see I won't be able to talk you out of it so I won't push you. But unless you know how to make pizza from oakleaves and acorns you're out of luck. Raph you want another?”

I threw my bones and fish innards to the snapper. rolling my shoulders and cracking my neck as i prepped myself for a chase.

“Let me try to catch one this time.”

ELASIA’S POV

Raph dove beneath the surface and I could feel the slipstream off his shell as he swam past me. There was a release of bubbles under the surface and a great deal of thrashing before Raph came up again, a catfish clutched tightly in his hand. He was bleeding and cursing as soon as his lungs found air again. I knew what had happened immediately.

“You got spined didn't you?”

He opened his hand, the dorsal fin of the catfish embedded deeply into his palm. His brothers hissed through their teeth as I pulled the spine free of his hand, blood dripping into the water as golden light sealed the puncture.

“You're probably going to start feeling woozy and sick to your stomach soon, catfish spines carry a mild toxin. You should be fine though.”

When I looked up from his palm he was gazing down at me, an expression I couldn't place in those bright peridot eyes.

“You should probably spend a little time in the shallows until we see how the toxins affect you.”

“Uh yeah, sure thing doc.”

I pulled the spine from the fish and handed it back to him.

“go sit down and eat, enjoy your revenge.”

His brothers followed him to sit in the shallows and enjoy their meal while I caught myself a fish. I brought two on a hunch and came back to find Mikey bumming fish cubes from Donnie, I threw him the extra and he fumbled with it in an attempt to avoid the spine before digging in

“I knew your appetite wouldn't let you be picky for long. How are you feeling Raph?”

“A little queasy as you said but nothing major.”

“give me your right hand.”

I squeezed his wrist with two fingers, just below the pad of his hand.

“Feel better?”

He looked at his hand like it suddenly had five fingers.

“Yeah how did ya?”

“There's an acupressure point there in humanoids that relieves nausea. Watch this.”

I hooked my pointer finger just between leo’s collarbone and first ribs and pressed. His entire left shoulder tensed into his neck and his eye twitched.

“Ok ok uncle, uncle!”

“Another pressure point, Charles hates when I use that one.”

Leo rubbed his neck and I could see Raph mentally storing that information away for later.

Once everyone finished eating we relaxed on the beach for a while to give everyone a chance to dry out and rest their muscles. A few of the guys fell asleep warm and with full bellies. Seeing them stretched out together on a log I started to laugh, they were behaving like wild turtles. Leo was resting his head over mikey's crossed calves and Donnie was curled up with his shell under mikey's head. Raph was leaned back against the log, carving on a piece of driftwood with his nails. Every once in a while he would apply a little pressure to his wrist point.

“Whatcha thinkin bout?”

I sat down next to him watching as he carved details into a little statue of a snapping turtle and gathered his thoughts.

“I'm mostly thinkin about a dream I had last night. Wonderin what one of those soul bonds look like.”

I tried to hide my surprise brushing some of the cast wood shavings off my leg before I could speak.

“Well there are a few different kinds. The bond between family usually appears as a white thread, tying the souls together like beads on a cord. The bond between soulmates usually appears as a red string of fate. And the bond between eternals is shown as a fine thread of spun gold. The bonds of the white thread can stretch to the heavens but never stay connected during a rekindling. The soulmate bond survives rekindling but only if new contact is established in the next life as most don't have the privilege of remembering past versions of themselves. The eternal bond however keeps the souls close in both realms, they will remember each other after their rebirth and will actively seek each other throughout the annals of eternity. The last kind of bond only occurs between the ties to a soul of the higher powers.”

He nodded softly, taking note of the information and letting it filter through his thought process.

“And what does this symbol mean?”

He scratched a diamond in the sand, aligning the points with the cardinal directions, the southernmost point connecting to a fifth central point.

“That's the ancient mythos. The diamond represents the four quarters, air in the east, earth in the north, water in the West, and fire in the south. The fifth point represents spirit, or the element of the soul in its purest state, the star. Having fire connected to spirit in such a way is congruent with a tale older than even me. It spoke of the great war and the plunging of our people into darkness, but it was also said that when fire ties the elements together a midnight sun will rise from the depths of the southern oceans and the balance of the children of eve and the children of Lunis and Lilith will be restored. The triquetra will be balanced and harmony will rebirth the world anew, forged in the view of the five elements.”

“You said you dreamt of this symbol last night?”

He wiped the drawing way, scattering sand in both of our laps.

“It was just a stupid dream.”

“I see.”

We were interrupted by a shuffling, dragging noise behind the log. Peeking around the edge we saw the snapping turtle, shuffling toward us with a shiny rock in its mouth. It dropped the rock in my lap and curled up between Raph and I, staying stretched out of its shell to look at us.

“I think he’s trying to repay us for the fish guts.”

“She.”

I looked up at Raph and back at the turtle, it figured he would know so I took his word for it. I scratched the snappers shell in causing it to chur, the low rumbling sound vibrating through my hand.

“She's nice, usually snappers are more bite first ask questions later.”

“Don't judge a turtle at first glance, they might surprise ya.”

The snapper climbed up into my lap and fell asleep, enjoying my gentle scratches.

“She needs a name… you guys all have names from the renaissance so how about Mona Lisa?”

The snapper poked her head out long enough to nibble the fingers of my resting hand.

“I think she likes it.”

“Myojo? Can I ask ya a couplea things?”

“shoot Red I'll answer anything you ask.”

“what happened, to give ya that scar.”

leaning my head back against the log my eyes closed for a minute as i remembered, Lisa nibbled my fingers again when i stopped scratching.

“I was six years old, this lifetime. Felix was taking me around to each of the global safe zones when we got separated around Arizona. I was captured by human scientists and kept in a cage not much bigger than a dog kennel for three years while they would run experiments on me. They would pump me full of chemicals that made me sick, they would force me to run on treadmills and fly in wind tunnels until I would black out from exhaustion all while feeding me only enough to keep me alive.

I would watch as they tried to create creatures like me, mixing various chemical and DNA cocktails and using them on any child they could get, human or mythic. Those poor babies would live torturous lives in cages even smaller than mine, they never lasted long.

When they would get a somewhat stable mutation they would shove me into this domed arena with it. They would be frightened and violent, most of the times they would force it to attack me. The only good thing to come out of those fights would be the fact that I would get a substantial meal afterwards.”

“You…”

the look on his face was a mixture of pity and disgust.

“It was survival, and you should know by now that I'm primarily a carnivore, it takes a lot of proteins and nucleic acids to rebuild tissue. i had no other option.”

“Anyway, when I would...finish a fight, my body would naturally start to repair itself of the damage caused by the constant experimentation. When the scientists found out, well they had a new use for me. For the next two years they kept me pumped full of fresh blood and raw meats, kept me bloated like a tick while I was near constantly strapped to their steel operating table. They would cut me open, systematically damaging parts of me with blades acids and toxins just to watch me heal, one time they cut off my right arm it grew back like a starfish over the course of six months. They never tried that one again. Each operation was done without anesthetic, I was completely conscious and even though I couldn't feel much I could oftentimes lift my head and watch myself work. My heart beating, my lungs inflating and deflating with my breath, my guts bloated and churning the gore and ichor they pumped into me to fuel my constant flow of magic. I wanted to kill each and every one of them, I would spend my days dreaming of the most gruesome and creative ways to do it.”

I traced my fingers over the puckered line on my belly. i didn’t want to see the look on his face. he was seeing the monster i really was.

“and one day I did it. While they were preparing for the days procedure I was slowly working my claws over the leather wrist straps as usual. When the head surgeon pressed his scalpel to my chest I pulled as hard as I could and snapped the strap on my left arm, bringing it around to slash four deep furrows in his throat. His blood helped loosen the bonds around my other wrist and ankles and in seconds I was free. They fired at me with tranquilizer rounds but I moved too quickly. Within a few seconds I had ripped out all five of their throats with my teeth and sliced their guts open with my claws. I slammed my fist against the emergency shutdown button as i entered the hallway, It locked all the doors and windows in case of an escape. I was free to move from room to room then, destroying everyone inside and releasing as many viable experiments as possible before I burned the place to the ground. I wouldn't let them harm another innocent child ever again.”

my claws had made bloody crescent moon marks in my palms, i licked them clean before they sealed shut again.

“When I finally made my way back home I was 11. I gave each of the escaped children a home, helping most of them live a comfortable last months. I used the knowledge I picked up to become a better doctor, I understood how the body worked better than I ever had. I could heal people in more natural ways, reserving my magic for only the necessary cases while I passed my knowledge through the communities.”

his voice was careful as he chose his words, i felt his hand brush mine before settling on his lap.

“Ya used your past to find purpose.”

“Yeah, so in a way my scar is more of a badge, a testament to my trials. Mostly I fear what those who don't know my story will think when they see it. Will they see the strength or will they take me for a captive, someone who simply let it happen and became lost from themselves.”

“Ya said my marks reminded ya of war paint… I think your scars work about the same way. They are your battle trophies, each marking a victory.”

I don't know if he was aware of his motions but his fingers trailed over one of the more jagged scars on my arm, trailing from my shoulder clear to the joint of my elbow.

“You had another question?”

“It doesn’ matter.”

After that Raph decided to tuck in and join his brothers basking so i headed for the forest. I needed some time for myself to clear my thoughts.

…

When i flew back to the lake the guys had woke up and were standing at the top of the waterfall, pumping each other up to jump into the water nearly three stories below. Before they could i stalled, setting my trajectory before tucking my wings against my back and falling into a stoop. If only i could have seen their faces when i streaked past, shooting into the water like a bullet.

“What was that!”

“I think it was Elasia!”

“How was she flying so fast, is she ok!”

When my head broke the surface i waved up at the guys, they were knelt over the edge of the clif searching the surface of the lake about 20 meters from where i had surfaced.

“Come on guys! The water’s great!”

I was expecting Leo to be the first to dive but it was Mikey. He took off at a full sprint before throwing himself through the open air, arms thrown wide like the wings of a bird as he seemed to almost float on the wind for a few seconds before dropping into the water like a stone. When he resurfaced his eyes were shimmering with joy and he laughed like a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Leo was the next to take the plunge, when he hit the water it was like it refused to splash, hardly rippling as he slipped below the surface. With a few kicks he surfaced and he looked more at peace than i’d ever seen him.

Donnie didn't have his glasses so he and Raph jumped together, crashing into the surface of the water with enough force to throw a tidal wave over the rest of us. Donnie surfaced first, wiping the water out of his eyes.

I was yanked below the surface by my ankle my eyes turning gold as their protective film sharpened my vision in the dark water. A large shape circled me far enough away to be unidentifiable in the shadows, until i spotted a streak of bright red. His eyes were glazed over with white but he nodded as i motioned toward a small cave in the lake floor. We could hear the others slowly starting to get worried by our disappearances before they ventured into the depths.

We got Donnie first, my wings wrapping around him like the flippers of a fierce leviathan while Raph covered his mouth and dragged him into the cave. There was an air pocket inside.

“You two scared the shell of me! Who’s our next target?”

Mikey was next Donnie wrapped him in underwater plants, adding grabbing tentacles to our false leviathan, his bubbly scream alerted Leo. we would have to work hard to get him.

Leo seemed like he was able to feel the smallest disturbance in the water, avoiding us with ease, but also working himself into one of the lake’s narrow inlets. We had him trapped.

I spread my wings in the water making a shadow that could suggest the spread jaws of our next leviathan. Raph, Donnie, and mikey stayed close to build the bulk of the body, using plants to add twisted limbs and tentacles. The look on leo’s face shifted from horror to determination as he moved to ready himself for combat, fully prepared to fight to the death if need be. With the first swipe however the water seemed to respond to his movement in triple, a strong current of water knocking the breath out of our lungs and breaking our leviathan apart as we were forced out of the lake.

“What in the hell was that!”

“Leo just water bended our asses out of the lake!”

When the turtle in question followed us out of the depths his eyes were wide, both because he had realized our ruse and because of what he had just done. He kept glancing between where the four of us were piled on the bank and his own hands.

“How did I just…”

I choked out his answer around the torrent of water i was coughing from my lungs, being the head of the beast i had gotten the brunt of the attack.

“Undine, only the undine would be able to manipulate the element of water in such a way.”

Leo looked at me like i had just said he was going to grow another head.

“There are four, elemental spirits, They are mythical guardians, creatures that can control the chaotic energies of the universal core elements. Undine is the element of water, sylph is air, golem is the stone of the earth, and salamander is fire. There haven't been reports of the elementals living in flesh for millenia, even before my time they were regarded as mythology amongst my people.”

Having caught my breath i stood, pushing past the younger three as they guarded me with wide eyes and shocked expressions. I approached leo and he pulled back from me in fear as i tried to take his hand. I grabbed it anyway turning it over to see his wrist. There marked in deep black, like a tattoo was a simple triangle shape pointing toward his elbow, the alchemical symbol for water.

“I never believed i would live to see it. I've worked with the elements for years, every ritual calling them to protect and guide us back to the sun.”

She ran her fingers over the mark and it glowed bright blue.

You’ve been chosen as the Undine, Leonardo Hamato. Your soul will survive the test of eternity, beginning the closing of the circle in the west as the east had opened it. Your heart and mind will be ever soothed by the ebb flow of the tides of time, your will as formidable as the crashing waves, wearing the stone of impossibility to sand beneath your feet. Be wise in your journey and know that the river is ever carving new paths.”

Leo looked past me at each of his brothers, begging someone to say something in the face of this terrifying new information. He had been blessed, and they hadn't. What would that mean for their family?

The three spoke almost in perfect tandem.

“Turtles First.”

I had a feeling they would be ok.

I let the guys work over the current events as a family, but i knew Raph wasn't going to share the details of his dream. Under the new circumstances it seemed more like a vision. There was a fair amount of squabbling as expected between Raph and Leo, but it seemed more for the sake of squabbling. But then mikey said something that shut everyone up.

“There are four of us, leo had waves on his heart soul thingy, maybe we don't have anything to worry about.”

“We can't bet on that Mikey, until there’s proof we can't go assuming to build false hope. But that doesn't mean going and risking yourselves trying to trigger anything. This was a fluke, an accident.”

…

It wasn't an isolated occurance.