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[owomonsterwrites]

Blue team & dad!Johnson headcanons

I know it was @jackthunderboltyt who asked for this, BUT I cannot find the OG ask. im tagging you forgive me, m'lord I might make a little fic but I ran out of ideas sooo here you go!

Sergeant Johnson is blue teams' dad. No argument. Just saw these hyper-lethal teens and went "they're mine now

This is sad because I can't find any content about Johnson and his augmented murder hobo children”

Shhh dont mind the discrepancies, sam is alive and well nothing bad ever happened to him shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Johnson is more or less a glorified babysitter for some oversized murder children to others but to him, he's their dad 

He does act like a dad, maybe the “im gonna count to three and…” or the “ya dead? No? You're fine.” kind of dad. While handing them medical equipment or something 

Has been called dad. Likely by sam or john “dad- I mean sir!” johnson cherishes these moments. 

Calls them his family and kids ‘“yeah, the kids and I just got back from one hell of a mission.” 

Corny dad jokes. All the time. Kelly loves them. 

Has totally said shit like “that's my kid!” “that's my son/daughter!” or “you go get em kiddo!” he's so proud of them 

Brags to others about how cool his kids are “yeah.. Those are my kids, they're great ain't they?” and elbows the person then points at whichever kid it is

I think blue team began to view him as a father figure during tsilent storm or the battle of seoba 

Sam. sam, sam. Sweet boy. Baby boy. Sam and johnson have a back-and-forth commentary relationship, it's so fun. With sams enormous sense of humor, and johnsons loud-mouthed banter. great combo imo. 10/10. I hear johnson saying “I sure as hell didn't as for you two cents!” and sam quips back nonchalantly “good thing I've got more than two cents” 

Has walked into one of their rooms and said “are ya winning son?” or something and they look at him deeply confused 

Because of sams lack of care/trust for anyone outside the spartan program, it took him a much longer time to warm up or even care for johnson than his other siblings. Perhaps when he saw that john, kelly, Linda, and Fred trusted him he felt he could let his guard down some

I think that johnson hosts them small bday parties if they want it. They deserve it :)

Linda is like the weird emo child in the corner to johnson./j He loves her very much, even though she will appear out of nowhere and scare him half to death

Johnson has many many many family photos of them all together ( yes jack, you can include Miranda in this if you'd like to hc that Miranda is like their mother! Ik in ur au johnson and Miranda are dating so-)

Johnson  takes bets on which of the kids will win against kelly in a race or who would win in a sparring match against sam (Hint its none of them) johnson does it because he knows they like to compete with each other

[themotherofblood]

put it on me | d.t x reader x r.t | vampire au | bloody baby au

an: heyyy ya’ll missed me? had a tove lo song stuck in my head it’s talking body.

synopsis: baby knows she has been made to forget, she knows they are pretending to, everything is alright but is it?

warning: overconsumption of alcohol, compelling, argument.

You were dead sure something was off, like visually not a hair out of place but you just knew, like a nagging intuition burning holes into your stomach. Though it could have been the last shot oqf tequila you took.

They let you off the fucking island, it made no sense. What four months of playing a captured princess and out of nowhere “Go birdie go fly and be free.” something was off it was sour milk in your mouth. One could even say it was because you were touch deprived, but the more shocking detail to take note of was the lack of puncture marks in your body. This wasn’t some insecurity bullshit again, this was them hovering over you from the balconies watching you dance with you friends and not lifting a finger to feel you up.

Absurd isn't it?

Something happened, you can only feel it in your dreams, something deeply wrong— something that you were not supposed to see but you hadn't been compelled, at least you think you weren’t. You simply woke up in their bed three weeks and they’ve pretended like you would break from a single touch, and they watch you—constantly. When you eat, when you read on the lawn and sometimes you could swear they watch you sleep.

This uneasiness was tearing at you, were they done with you? Their own martial relations seemed to be a little too close, they always were but you never felt left out but now you did, you felt nervous even to walk up to Rhaenyra for a hug in the morning. And now this.

A taste of caged freedom. Freedom.

Who knew you'd grow so fond of the cage that housed you, a golden stone castle far from any life you’ve ever seen? Yet here you were now, at a cheap club your friends and you had graced every weekend after working on your thesis to chug fireballs and vodka.

Freedom? That's what the wanted you to feel, to help you transition back to your mortal life. Well then, a taste of it should have been fair for all. So you didn't hesitate after pulling another bill from your bra and ordering another round for your girlfriends. You loved them, you missed them, but right now your sense of celebration wasn't for them. As the bitter liquid burned at your throat, you shot daggers at the balconies again and disappeared into the crowd.

Deep in the sea of sweaty bodies jumping with no care in the world, thick into where the intentions of every one were similar, “We’re free game” You didn't care who touched you, just as way before when you didn't. You never know the person, hell you couldn't even make out their face from the lights but you felt the hands, the grinding.

It did feel freeing, compelled or not, you could do it— slip further into the crowd and just slip out of this dingy club. Disappear with the money and ID tucked into the lining of your bra, they won't find you. Strom City was far too vast to find a little scorned soul nearing the bottom of the bottle. You closed your eyes and just felt the music and the alcohol making you feel weightless, you lifted your hands into your hair to cook the back of your neck as you continued to sway, a stranger’s beer can pressed to the back of it. You smiled at your friends dancing, reaching for the coolers in one of their hands and took a big swig. You could feel the bile at the back of your throat, but you knew you'd been fine if you just kept dancing.

You could still feel hands on you and yet no faces, it wasn't until you turned that you could finally register faces— or well a face.

Daemon stood still amongst the dancing crowd, arms crossed and neck just slightly titled. Silently questioning as to the fuck were you up to.

You didn't stop, looking right at him you kept dancing when the beat dropped stealing the last of your friend’s drink. Hips swaying and still holding your wild hair so you don't overheat, you knew you were playing with fire. What's the worst that could happen? They’d drain you of all blood until there was no life left in you? You’d come to terms with that possibility months ago.

You could feel him nearing, shrugging off the mortal bodies coming in contact with him. You could hear your friends giggling as she reached for your hand and yanked you through the crowd.

“What the fuck were you thinking,” Daemon said, looking very visually irked as he sat comfortably on the hotel couch.

Rhaenyra had barely anything to say but she was angry, you could see it. A conflicted hurt. The rules were clear, they were crystal and you'd broken them.

You scoffed sipping on the glass of water you were forced to drink as you leaned against the bathroom door, still heeled and dizzy. You couldn't digest their discontent when they were ones playing games with you.

“We have very simple rule-”

“Oh fuck your rules!” you cut him off

“It's just bodies isn't it,” you said holding in a hiccup “We are just bodies.”

Rhaenyra opened her mouth but you raised your finger to stop her, stumbling of the bathroom door and walking to the middle of the room.

“How many? How many girls? How many men? I mean fuck!” you shook your head stumbling a bit.

They entertained your outburst, usually you were so placated that this was beyond the unusual.

“Don't you see, you've lived the two of you have each other, have been married for like a forever long time, and me. I'm twenty— human years mortal, simple-bodied.” you tap your head to see if they saw your point.

“I have barely loved, and now that I do—” you hiccup blinking your drunk tears away “its with two blood-sucking—” you stopped yourself laughing.

“I’m just a body to you that you use for fun.” you laugh, mascara tears coating your face.

Rhaenyra finally speaks “that is not true.”

You scoff once more, this time breaking the glass of water you'd been drinking against the bedstand “Turn me then.”

Daemon turned his face, looking out the window and Rhaenyra now stood shaking her head at you.

You could feel the glass imbedded into your palm, you raised the broken shard at her— lil quivering. “Turn me.”

“Turn me.” it sounds like a pathetic prayer.

This time Daemon turned to you, eyes narrowed staring at your bleeding palm, he looked at his wife. He knew this would have come to this conclusion, it always does.

You knew you’d die soon, whether it was to come back as one of them or dead for good. You’d made your peace with it a week before, pouring your heart out in the pages of your journal. Though what were you expecting, that the sex with you was that good that they’d have you around for a life time.

You served one purpose for them, to be their walking blood bag, a toy for them to use and dress as they pleased.

“Turn me.” you said once more.

This time Daemon pushed off the couch, he was in front of you within a blink of an eye, nostrils flared as he grabbed the back of your hair and yanked it back.

“You want to sell your soul that bad? You’d break even before it began sweet girl. The pain of the turn, but sure since you want it that bad.” he bit into the back of his hand and pressed it to your mouth.

The taste of bitter copper filled your mouth, it was true human blood tasted far sweeter, and you’d tasted it on their lips countless times. Your own blood.

“Daemon stop.” Rhaenyra said this time, approaching her husband.

He did not budge, still staring your soul down as he pulled the glass shard from your hand. He didn't hesitate to press it against your carotid artery, the faintest if pressure and he’d dig in. You bleed out and either come out as one of them or a feral— a demon of sorts. They wouldn't take that risk but Daemon was so done for it.

He knew the truth of what he’d compelled away from you, the attack, the threat that somebody was after them— he feared not for him or Rhaenyra but if they found you. He had thought of turning you a thousand times over, and so had Rhaenyra, though the possibility that you may not make the other side. Not many survive the pain, not many come out looking like their mortal bodies but mangled creatures from hell.

However Daemon had snapped, he grew irked from having to hide the truth, from having to pull away. True he had Rhaenyra to come to with his ails but she would sway him otherwise. Rhaenyra battled the guilt of nearly killing you for days, she still does and cannot touch you without remembering her teeth digging into your flesh. You may not remember it, but she had torn you within an inch of your life.

“Daemon we have to let her go.” Rhaenyra urged.

This time your eyes snapped to her and then back to Daemon.

“No turn me.” you urged, this time pushing yourself against the shard of glass “turn me.”

Daemon threw the shard away, shaking his head as he held your shoulders.

“No no, you're not leaving me.” the panic set into your body, death would have been easier. “Just turn me, I can do it.” you hiccuped.

Rhaenyra this time finally touched you, pulling you closer and embracing you, your senses were completely engulfed by her. The way she smelled, her touch, her hair.

You kept mumbling “no” incoherently as she sat you down on the bed.

Her eyes dilated as she shushed you, you looked at Daemon, his stern expression held pain to it if you looked close enough. He leaned against a wall. He knew Rhaenyra had to be the one to do this.

You felt no pain as Rhaenyra pulled the small pieces of glass from your hand, they were already healing because of Daemon’s blood.

“I’m so sorry my love,” she kissed your palms as she sat them back down onto your lap. “It isn't safe anymore.”

“Please don't,” you pouted, more tears flowing down your cheeks. “Don’t leave.”

“You were away on a vacation in the Summer. Isles, you needed a break. You won't remember us, anything about the past six months, it will be as though time stopped and brought you back to reality.” Rhaenyra whispered, kissing your forehead.

“Please.” you cried.

“The pain you feel now will be gone, we will be gone.” her eyes dilated one more as she shuffled your body back into the bed. “Go to sleep.”

Okie and that's a wrap!! I had so much fun writing this chapter, kinda poured my own breakup pain into it. Either way, I can't wait to start writing more!!

[quimichi]

MATCH UP TRADE ♡

@merbear25 SO SORRY I'M LATE :((( I had it in my drafts, hit post and--missed and didn't notice--I had soo much fun doing this tho! I hope my picks for you are to your liking ♡

MEGUMI

@ i seriously have almost no idea why i imagined megumi with you specifically...but i think its really cute so deal with it-♡

@ first of all, he would TOTALLY get why you want time for yourself sometimes. Mainly because he does need his time sometimes too. Maybe you can both agree on specific "alone times" so no one is like lonley alone when the other is alone??? Yk what i mean???

@ we all know Megs is a little stoic- he would never EVER admit you're cute. Like super adorable and sweet. You're caring, supportive and clumsy?? Makes him all fuzzy inside. Especially when you maybe drop something out of nervousness

@ or when you silently or loudly support him. The latter makes him blush tho

@ oh but he can hate your strong-willed ass. No you're not coming to this misson, stop preparing. HE SAID STOP WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN HE WANTS YOU SAVE???

@ sooo you're patient? You really need that with him. He would take it very slow in the relationship. Like don't get me wrong he trusts you, loves you and appreciates you so damn much. But he still kind of struggles to show his feelings to you. So your patience will be greatly appreciated. You're gonna be rewarded too :3

@ not really a cuddly person but would try it for you. If the time really allows it yk.@ but would hold you close at night nonetheless. Kind of a harsh grip on you but hey, he just wants you close-

@ can he watch horror movies? Yes. Does he like them? They're ok. Does he watch them for you/with you? Most definitely yes!

@ oh but hes kinda creeped out by your collection. He's not scared of many things, maybe like none...but what definitely makes him uneasy are those dolls and nutcrackers-

@ oh and hes super scared of you being mad-

@ its like me, I'm not scared of many things but my mom being mad?? Nah--it's the same for Megumi

SANJI

@ HEAR ME OUT!!! OK PLS

@ Sanji 🫥

@ you do know how to have fun! You're adventurous! But also you're a very responsible and collected person (at least thats how i see you-)

@ i feel like Sanji wants and needs someone like you! You're not boring. You're very interesting and different. And you can hold his ass back-

@ would teach you cooking! And if you ever crave pizza, sushi, chocolate strawberries or a lemon cake, he will do it for you. Any meal and dessert for his beautiful lover!

@ many many many MANY compliments but its Sanji...its a crime to be insecure around him

@ your dolls lol-he gives you some as presents but is still like...creeped out at them.

@ definitely yelled a "QUIT STARRING" at one of them some time

@ ok now the difficult part...You're scared of large bodies of water (same) he will make sure you forget about it. Just don't go outside--or don't think of it. Just prepare dinner with him!!!

@ would definitely hold and comfort you if you're ever scared of a Strom. Especially on the sea cause...2 dislikes collide with one another--

@ super protective of you, what a surprise ik. Not even Luffy can get roo near you lol-and hes his captain-would kick his ass--

[fourthwingfan]

Madness - Chapter 2

Warning: violence, swear language and pretty much that's all for now

There’s a misconception that it’s kill or be killed in the Riders Quadrant. Riders, as whole, aren’t out to assassinate other cadets…unless there’s a shortage of dragons that year or a cadet is a liability to their wing. Then things may get…interesting.

– major afendra’s guide to the riders quadrant

(unauthorized edition)

I will not die today. I will survive it. Then I will be free.

The words become my mantra, repeating in my head as Rhiannon gives her name to the rider keeping tally at the opening to the Parapet. The hatred in Xaden’s stare burns the side of my face like a palpable flame, and even the rain pelting my skin with each gust of wind doesn’t ease the heat – or the shiver that jolts down my spine.

Rhiannon grips both sides of the opening in the turret, then looks over her shoulder at me. „I’ll wait for you on the other side,” she shouts over the strom.

I hope so. I mean she has my other boot, thanks to Violet’s fantastic idea. She’s too kind for my own good.

She steps out onto the Parapet and begins walking, and even though I’m sure his hands are full today, I send up a silent prayer to Zihnal, the god of luck. For all of us.

„Name?” the rider at the edge asks as his partner holds a cloak over the scroll in a pointless attempt to keep the paper dry.

„Where were you for the last 5 minutes? I don’t think that you’re so blind to not notice that staring show with Riorson just now.” I say in surprise.

„Melgren, is it?” he asks in an annoyed tone. „Go and try to not fall off like your friend. I don’t think that your father will be too pleased.”

„As if he cares…” I mutter as thunder cracks above me, the sound comforting. I’ve always loved the nights where storms beat against the fortress window, both illuminating and throwing shadows over the walls. It makes me feel small, if I was like somebody else. With a quick glance, I see Dylan’s and Rhiannon’s names already blurring at the end where water has met ink. There will be another roll at the end of the Parapet so the scribes have their beloved statistics for casualties. Morbid.

I place my hands on either side of the turret and drag my fingertips across the stone. It’s still warm from the morning sun but rapidly cooling from the rain, slick but not slippery from the moss growth or anything.

„Today if possible, Melgren.” I hear Xaden shouts behind me.

Handsome, but a prick. Just my luck.

Ahead of me, Rhiannon is making her way across, her hands out for balance. She’s probably a fourth of the way, her figure becoming blurrier the farther she walks into the rain.

In through my nose, out through my mouth. I force my breathing to calm, my heart rate to slow down. I can do it. I trained for this. I am Aelin Melgren and I will survive it.

I take the lone step up onto the Parapet. I find my balance and I move, leaving the safety of the turret. There’s no going back now.

I take measured strides that I practiced for so long. I can do it. One step a time. Don’t look down, just keep your eyes ahead of you. You will get through it. For you. For Violet. I hear my thoughts encouraging me.

The stones beneath my feet are uneven in places, held together by mortar in the joints that make it easy to trip, and I concentrate on the path ahead of me to keep my eyes off my boots. My muscles are tight as I lock my center of gravity, keeping my posture upright.

„And you think you’ll be able to ride?” I heard behind me. „Some Sorrengail, with that kind of balance. I pity whatever wing you end up in.”

I stop and glance back at Violet. It seems the wind knocked her back at the turret’s wall.

„Come on Vi. You need to tell me the facts that you know about this place. Don’t waste your time with lowlifes like that one.” I say to distract her.

„Facts? I’m not some book you know.” She replies.

„Some? No. You’re a fucking library.” I laugh at her.

Step after step, we make our way across the Parapet.

„Navarre, our home, is the larger kingdom, with six unique provinces…” I hear Vi behind me.

„Then what about Poromiel?” I ask when she stops. I need to distract her. She need to focus on something and not the fact that we can fall off the Parapet any minute.

We pass the painted line that marks halfway. We’re over the highest point now. Yes, we’re good so far. Rhiannon ahead of us, at what I think is the three-quarters point. Good.

That’s when I hear a shout behind me.

„Vi?” I ask as I try to turn around despite the strong wind.

„I’m fine. I’m fine.” she squeaks. „Go on, I’m okay.”

„Fuck Vi, don’t do this to me. I promised you that we will be getting off the Parapet the safe way, not by jumping.” I try to humor her. „Now where were we? Poromiel?”

„The kingdom of Poromiel mainly consists of arable plains and marshlands and is known for exceptional textiles, endless fields of grain, and unique crystalline gems capable of amplifying minor magics.” Continues Vi

I spare only a quick glance at the dark clouds above me before inching forward, one foot carefully placed in front of the other. My next step knocks a couple of pieces of mortar loose, and I pause for a moment. I swallow and test my weight before moving forward again.

„In contrast, Navarre’s mountanious regions offer an abundance in ore, hardy timber from our eastern provinces, and limitless deer and elk.”

Good. She’s focused on history. We can do this. We’re almost there. I can see the Riders Quadrant from here. The enermous stone footings of the citadel rise up the mountain to the base of the structure, where this path ends. Scraping the rain from my face with the leather on my shoulder, I glance behind us to see where that jerk is.

He’s stalled at just after the quarter mark, his stocky form standing still…like he’s waiting for something. His hands are at his sides. The wind seems to have no effect on his balance. I swear he’s grinning across the distance, but it could just be the rain in my eyes.

We can’t stay here. We have to keep moving. I try to walk a bit faster, in hope that Vi follows.

I look back over my shoulder to see where that jerk is. Jack if I remember correctly. Or something similar. Who cares.

He’s turned his back on us and is facing the next candidate, who wobbles dangerously as he approaches. Jack grabs the gangly boy by the straps of his overpacked rucksack, and I watch, as Jack throws the scrawny candidate from the Parapet like a sack of grain.

A scream reaches my ears for an instant before fading as he falls out of sight.

Holy shit.

„You’re next Sorrengail!” Jack bellows, and I jerk my gaze to Violet.

Then his strides eating up the distance between us with horrifying speed.

MOVE. NOW.

„Vi, we need to move faster. You can do it, just don’t look down.” I say with a serious look.

I can’t do anything right now. The Parapet is too narrow to switch places, and even if we can manage somehow I don’t want to test my figthing skills on these slippery stones.

Another gust of wind slams into me and I lost my balance for a moment. When I regain it I hear a thud and glance behind my back. Violet is on her knees, her left leg is dangles off the edge of this bridge from hell.

Jack is far too close now.

„Violet Sorrengail you can do it. Stand up and come with me. We’re almost there.” I say while I reach for her arm to help her up.

„I will not die today.”

„You won’t. Now come, we need to move.”

„I’m coming for you Sorreangail!” Jack shouts.

Vi throws her arm out to the side and nods. Good, we can go.

I focus on the end of the path, the courtyard of the citadel, where Rhiannon steps to safety. I keep my body tight, my center locked.

„Will you scream the whole way down?” Jack mocks, still shouting, but his voice is closer. He’s gaining on us.

„Don’t listen to him!” I say when I can see the end of the Parapet now, the riders who wait at the entrance to the citadel.

„It’s really for the best that I take you out now, don’t you think? It’s so much more merciful than letting the dragons have at you. They’ll start to eat you leg by rickety leg while you’re still alive. Come on,” he cajoles. ”It will be my pleasure to help you out. You’re a dead weight to Melgren anyway.”

„Fuck off Jack. If the dragons going to eat somebody, it definitely will be you.” I yell back at him.

There are only a dozen feet left to the outside of the citadel’s enermous walls. My left foot slips, and I wobble, but I only lose a heartbeat before I’m moving forward again.

Fuck this boot. It’s really a death trap.

The fortress looms behind those thick battlements, carved into the mountain in an L-shaped formation of tall buildings, built to withstand fire, for obvious reasons. The walls that surround the citadel’s courtyard are ten feet thick and eight feet tall, with one opening – and We’re just. About. There.

I hear Vi bites back a sob as stone rises up on both sides of us.

„You think you’ll be safe in there?” Jack’s voice is harsh…and close.

Secure on both sides by the walls, I run the last ten feet, adrenaline pushes my body to its max. I hurtle forward, jumping the twelve inches off the elevated Parapet down to the courtyard while turning back and grabbing Violet’s arm to push her in front of me, where two riders wait.

Jack roars in frustration. Spinning, I rip a dagger from its sheath at my ribs just as Jack skids to a halt above me on the Parapet, his breath choppy and his face ruddy.

Murder is etched in his narrowed, glacial blue eyes as he glares down at me…and where the tip of my dagger now lies againt his bare throat.

„I think, we’ll be safe for right now asshole.” I hiss at him.

„Will you?” Jack vibrates with rage, his thick blond brows slashing down over arctic blue eyes, every line of his monstrous frame leaning my way. But he doesen’t take another step.

„It is unlawful for a rider to cause another harm. While in a quadrant formation or in the supervisory. Presence of a superior-ranking cadet,” Violet recites from the Codex. „As it will diminish the efficacy of the wing. And given the crowd behind us, I think it’s clear to argue that it’s a fromation. Article Three, Section-„

„I don’t give a shit!” He moves, but I hold my ground and my dagger slices in his neck, a thin red line starts to from under the blade.

„I suggest you reconsider. Or no and I will cut your throat. I don’t care.”

„Name?” the rider next to me drawls, as if we’re the least interesting thing she’s seen today. I glance in her direction for a millisecond. She pushes the chin-length, fire-red strands of her hair behind her ear with one hand and holds the roll with the other, watching the scene play out. The three silver four-point stars embroidered on the shoulder of her cloak tell me she’s a third-year.

„Aelin Melgren” I answer, but a hundred percent of my focus is on Jack again. The rain drips off the lowered ridge of his brow. „And before you ask, yes, I’m that Melgren.”

„Not surprised, with that maneuver,” the woman says, holding a pen.

„And you? You’re pretty small for a rider, but it looks like you made it.” She said to Violet.

„I’m Violet Sorrengail.”

„A Melgren and now a Sorrengail. It will be interesting.”

„Your name?” She asks again. Pretty sure she’s asking Jack, but I’m too busy studying my opponent to glance her way.

„Jack. Barlowe.” There’s no sinister little smile on his lips or playful taunts about how he’ll enjoy killing. There’s nothing but pure malice in his features, promising retribution.

„Well, Jack,” the male rider on my right says slowly, scratching the trim lines of his dark goatee. He’s not wearing a cloak, and the rain soaks into the bevy of patches stitched into a  worn leather jacket. „Cadet Melgren has you by your throat here. And Cadet Sorrengail is right. Regs state that there’s nothing but respect among riders at formation. You want to kill her, you’ll have to do it in the sparring ring or on your own time. That is, if she decides to let you off the Parapet. Because technically, you’re not on the grounds yet, so you are not a cadet. She is.”

„And if I decide to snap her neck the second I step down?” Jack growls, and the look in his eyes says he’ll do it.

„Then you get to meet the dragons early,” the redhead answers, her tone bland. „We don’t wait for trials around here. We just execute.”

„What’s it going to be, Melgren?” the male rider asks.

Shit. What is it goint to be? I can kill him and spare us a lot of trouble, but I don’t think it would be such a good idea after all. There are a lot of people and we have been cadets for what? A whole minute? I don’t want to bring more attention to Violet. She’s barely able to protect herself and I won’t be by her side in every minute.

„Are you going to follow the rules?” Violet asks Jack behind me.

Sweet, naive Vi. Of course he’s going to, until he can find a way to kill her. Damn I need to teach her how to properly protect herself.

„Guess I don’t have a choice.” A corner of his mouth tilts into a sneer, and his posture relaxes as he raises his hands, palms out.

I lower my dagger but keep it palmed and ready as I move sideways, toward the redhead keeping roll.

Jack steps down into the courtyard, his shoulder knocking mine as he walks by, pausing to lean close to us. „You’re dead, Sorrengail, and I’m going to be the one to kill you. And watch your back Melgren, I will be there.”

„Of course honey, I’m waiting for you in a dark corner. I really like to see you bleed out.” I reply waving at him.

[miguellover07]

C´est pas vrai. (Part 2)

Part 1 of @atotalmess-lol

Warnings: around 866 words, mention of death, angst with bad ending, not proofread, Miguel x fem!reader

He feels a peng in his heart, hearing that even in this dimension he didn't get the chance to be happy but this time he left his lover and not his daughter all alone.

With shaky legs and trembling shoulders, she steps closer her hands reaching out for him but before they could actually touch him she stops unsure if her brain is playing a cruel trick.

It´s clear to Miguel that even with her mask on that she is on the verge of a serious breakdown. He guesses that the canon event must have happend recently.

"You can´t be real... this is all just a post trauma thing right?" she sobs out while she pulls her mask down and the sight of her face makes his breath hitch.

Her hair, her nose, her eyes even her mouth resembles Gabriella and he feels his own wounds opening up again.

The man is too caught up to react or say anything, his eyes wide with hurt in it, too perplexed to answer her.

Debating with himself whether or not he should tell her the truth or just take the role of the dead Miguel of this dimension... again.

But perhaps this time he can prevent the multiversum from collapsing.

Maybe if he recruits you in his spider society, he could be by your side and have a family of his own.

"I-I- don´t-" he can´t focus with the strom of thughts inside his head.

Those sad teary eyes make him lose all rational thoughts and he puts his arms around her without much thinking.

The third person already forgotten and they decided to leave the scene, feeling like they shouldn´t disturb it.

In an attempt to keep him from going she digs her nails in his back while weeping loudly, fearing that he would leave her or get shot again.

His heart breaks at her sobs and uneven breathing, he hugs her tightly as he feels her losing strength in her legs.

Silent tears roll down his face which is burried in the crook of her neck, smelling her shampoo and trying to be as close as possible. Savouring every second he can.

None of them are able to speak as they both mourn their lost ones.

Miguel his daughter and she her lover.

He can´t believe it she is actually the woman he could have Gabriella back in his life and despite the loss he also feels hope sparkling in his heart.

With her in his arms he slowly falls down to his knees, pulling her on his lap.

"How is this possible? Tell me, please" she hicups and sniffles while cupping his cheeks in her hands, wiping away his tears.

Miguel´s jaw tenses as he still couldn´t decide which option is the safest for the multiverse and her, he doesn't want her to get hurt because of his stupidty like he hurt Gabriella.

Biting his lips he stares in her eyes while slowly shaking his head "no" is all he can muster up with a broken voice.

Taking deep breaths to calm himself down, he needs to in order to get out of this mess.

He regrets hugging her if he had just went away and his cold demeanour, if he were just a minute faster with this stupid anomaly then the two of them wouldn´t have met.

He feels foolish for even thinking that he could do this all over again, he couldn´t even find an excuse for the dead Miguel if he were to take the role of him.

And even if he recrutes her it wouldn´t work.

These two would only end up like Gwen and Miles, where in every universe Gwen falls in love with Miles but in every universe they don´t get together.

Miguel knows he needs to say good bye, he can´t afford this luxuary as the protector of the multiverse.

She could have worked with him but it would be too complicated, too destructive for the both of them.

With a pained expression, he takes a strand of her hair to push it behind her hair.

And as if she knew what he was thinking she once again slides her arms around his neck, starting to beg "no no no, please don´t, please don´t leave me alone, I can´t do this without you, please oh please don't"

Hot tears streaming down her face again as she panics and Miguel can feel his heart shattering at her behaviour but he can´t allow himself to be weak and repeat his mistakes.

With strong but gentle arms he pushes her away, taking the sight of her in and while he stands up, she tries to cling to his hips, looking up at him while continuing her desperate begging "at least explain it to me, please!"

Miguel could explain it to her but then there would be a posibility that she could reach him and he can´t allow that.

That´s why he slowly steps away resulting in her clinging to his leg, he starts pushing buttons on his watch only for a portal to appear so that he can go back to his dimension.

All the while his eyes never leave hers and once he is gone, back in his office, he breaks down on his knees, hugging himself, trying to remember her scent and the feeling of her trembling body against him.

The image of her and him with Gabi in his arms lingers in his mind which only tears him more apart. His thoughts filled with what could have been.

It was no mistake this spider-woman is his destinated partner but it´s just the wrong dimension and he can´t risk it only for his selfish desires.

On the other side, she is laying there on the roof top, crying and screaming for him to come back, her fist start hitting the ground, too frustrated and tired of her repeated loss.

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OMG thank you @atotalmess-lol much for letting me write a second part and I hope you like the little something I made. It was actually so much fun writing angst and achhh I´ve kinda hurt myself with this and I hope I remember this correctly with Gwen and Miles from the movie

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An Eye for an Eye (part 17)

A/N: whomp whomp not really proofread so apologies for any typos. Comments and reblogs are appreciated, I love hearing y'alls thoughts <3

Word Count: 2605

All chapters: MASTERLIST

The flight to King's Landing was a short one, Daenys urging her dragon to go as fast as possible. Throughout the whole journey, she argued with herself about whether or not this was a foolish idea and she considered turning back multiple times. No one knew where she was going or that she had even left Dragonstone and if she was caught, she would be taken hostage for sure. She could still remember the feeling of Aemond's hand around her wrists when he had tried to take her from Strom's End. She could not run into him at any cost. She was just here for some sort of closure. To witness the fruit of Daemon's revenge. She landed Silverwing on the outskirts of the city; she couldn't risk bringing her any closer to the castle lest anyone saw her. Once she had dismounted, she spoke to her dragon in High Valyrian, sending her off until she would need to call her again. Dragons were easily recognizable creatures and a waiting dragon even more so. She made the trek to the Red Keep on foot, keeping her pace brisk. There was an urgency in her footsteps that surprised her, it wasn't as though she had an appointment to keep but something in her heart made her speed up anyways. As she walked her cloak's hood fell back and she pulled it forward to shadow her face once again. Targaryen hair was another easily recognizable thing, and hers might as well act as a beacon in the bright moonlight.

When she finally arrived at the castle, she took a moment to catch her breath. Now that she was here, she didn't know what to do. She didn't know where to go or even what to look for. She didn't know what form Daemon's revenge would take, it could as easily be a poisoned cup of wine for everyone knew Aegon's love for the drink, or it could be a silent cutthroat from Flea Bottom, someone who could slip into anyone's chambers and slit their throat. Daenys let out a frustrated breath. So it really was a foolish idea to come all the way here. She should have just kept her curiosity in check and waited for the news back at Dragonstone. Now she had made the journey for nothing and she was tired, her legs aching from the long walk. The thought of going all the way back seemed irritating and she was sure her dragon probably needed the break as well.

Then an idea emerged in her head. Since she was here she might as well pay a visit to Helaena. Dear Helaena whom she hadn't even said goodbye to. And the children, oh how Daenys missed those children. They were perhaps the only few things she missed about the Red Keep. She regretted leaving them behind and she knew that the longer this war dragged on, the further apart she would drift from them. She wondered if Helaena's youngest, Maelor, even remembered her. He was only two, and children that age rarely had any sense of object permanence. The thought made her heart twinge, for it saddened her to think that she would be just another faceless person to him. Perhaps Helaena and the children would even grow to hate her, if they didn't already. Helaena had to be hurt by her abrupt departure and lack of farewell. Daenys tried to think back on what she remembered of the princess's schedule. She would be taking her children up to the royal apartments at around this time in the evening, to put them to bed. She'd spend a few hours with them before returning to her own chambers. Yes, she'd go visit them and try to make things right, or as right as she could. She'd apologize to Helaena for leaving without seeing her and she'd forgive her. She'd tell her that she desperately hoped that this conflict over the Iron Throne wouldn't drive a wedge between them. Perhaps it was a foolish and naive thought but it brought her comfort nonetheless. She did not want to lose a friendship that meant so much to her.

That was how Daenys found herself standing under the window into the room that she knew Helaena currently occupied. She craned her head to try and get a glimpse inside but it was too high. One way to get inside would be to go through the main entrance and make her way into the chambers using the multitude of secret passageways that snaked through the Red Keep. However, that would be a time-consuming task and it put her at a greater risk of being seen. The other way was to enter through the window. The walls were generously covered in trellis and the obvious answer would be to simply climb it, but Daenys had learned, through one fateful accident from when she was a child, that the vines were not sturdy enough after the first few metres. If they were not sturdy enough to bear her weight at age seven, they definitely wouldn't now. Many would consider the task hopeless then, but if you spent enough time exploring the Red Keep as Daenys had, you'd know that there were divots and imperfections in the stone wall that acted as perfectly suitable footholds if you knew where to find them. Ignoring her protesting leg muscles, Daenys dug her hands into the stone crevices and began to haul herself upward. When she was only a short distance below the window ledge, she stopped. The window was open and she could hear voices coming from inside. Did Helaena have guests perhaps? The voice was obviously a male voice so it couldn't have been Alicent, but it sounded nothing like Otto or any of her brothers.

"Scream, and you all die."

Daenys's heart raced as she swore internally. Something was clearly wrong. Someone was in danger and she foolishly hoped, that somehow, on this night Helaena had decided to deviate from her routine and she was anywhere else in the castle except for in that room. Daenys hastily pulled herself the rest of the way up before gingerly peaking her head above the threshold to look into the room. It was dark, like all the candles had been snuffed out. Two men stood with their backs toward her and Daenys almost let out a gasp. The bulkier of the two men had his hand firmly placed on Jaehaerys's shoulder and a sword to his throat. The other held a squirming Maelor hoisted up on his hip, a dagger to the screeching boy's neck. Helaena stood opposite them, with her face toward the window, Jaehaera hiding behind her dress.

"Who are you?" there was a tremble in Helaena's voice that she tried to conceal.

"Debt collectors. An eye for an eye and a son for a son. We're here for one of your sons Your Grace," the slighter man snarled.

Daenys's blood ran cold. No. No no no. This couldn't be it. This could not possibly be the revenge that Daemon promised her mother. It could not be...and yet it was. Who else would use those words? An eye for an eye and a son for a son, the very same words that were inscribed in Daemon's message. Daenys's mind sped in a hundred different directions trying to make sense of the scene and she saw Helaena come to the same conclusion at the same time as her.

"You're here to kill my sons." Helaena's voice broke.

"We only want one. 'Tis a fair trade. Won't hurt the rest of you fine folks, not one lil' hair. Which one do you want to lose, Your Grace?" the man who spoke earlier responded.

This is what broke Helaena. She fell to her knees, trying to push her terrified daughter behind her to shield her from the horror. The air was thick with tension. Daenys watched the scene unfold, her heart in her throat. She considered leaving, for a single treacherous moment. She could climb back down, pretend that she saw nothing and fly back to Dragonstone to await the news of Aegon's dead son. It was sickening and horrific, a twisted form of justice for her brother, who wasn't even given a chance to beg for his life. This would be revenge. She could just imagine the reactions, Queen Alicent, Aemond, and Aegon; everyone would feel the loss as deeply as her own family felt Luke's. Everyone would grieve and rage and hurt as much as she did and she imagined that she would like to get drunk on their devastation. But then another, quieter thought joined the rest of her vicious ones. Helaena would hurt too. Darling sweet Helaena who brushed her hair and wove flowers in her braids when the death of her brother left her too grief-addled.  Lovely, kind Helaena who brought her lively children and deposited them into her lap so they could giggle and climb all over her to help cheer up their Aunt Denny. Tenderhearted Helaena who sang lullabies to her when Luke's ghost plagued her dreams. Who most of all was not the one who killed her brother and did not deserve such pain when she had never caused anyone any pain in her entire life. The children too were innocent. Jaehaerys and Jaehaera only six and Maelor even younger. They did not deserve to lose their lives, as her brother had, to such senseless violence in a dispute started by grown men. Daenys was snapped out of her reverie by Helaena's hysterical wailing.

"No. No, please. Take me instead. Please don't hurt my children," Helaena begged through a cascade of tears.

"Who said anything about children? We're only here for one son. 'Tis a generous offer Queenie so you better hurry up and choose."

Daenys looked between the two men. She had to act fast but both men had their weapons pressed against the boys' throats and one wrong move could cause severe damage. Daenys needed to find a way to take them both out at the same time because if she engaged with only one, that would leave the other free to hurt Helaena and the children. The only thing she really had was the element of surprise. Daenys cursed herself again for not bringing more weapons, for not carrying more useful things with her. She slid her legs over the edge of the window and settled them on the carpeted floor, but as she did so, Helaena's eyes fell on her. It was a momentary glance but it was enough to fill her eyes with additional anguish and betrayal.

Betrayal?

Did Helaena think she was here with the two men, that she was part of this scheme to murder her children? Daenys felt sick.

"Please. Please I am begging you, take me instead. I'll-I'll do anything...anything...please."

"A wife's not a son Your Grace. It has to be one of your boys."

"Please, please, please. How much are you being paid to do this? Please, I'll give you anything. Please don't take my sons."

"You better hurry up and decide," the smaller man gestured toward his friend, "My friend here might grow bored and have his fun with your little girl while we wait."

Helaena made a strangled choking sound and it was the man's final comment that made Daenys snap. She crept up behind the shorter man first, standing directly behind him as he made more threats. He was the greater danger because he held Maelor and the younger boy would not be able to escape on his own. Daenys figured that afterward, she would only need to hurt his larger friend enough for Jaehaerys to slip away from his grasp. She held her breath and moved quietly enough that his companion did not notice her. No one else in the room noticed her. It certainly helped that Helaena purposely avoided looking at her, but Daenys couldn't decide if it was to avoid drawing attention to her or if it was because she just couldn't bear to look at her. She had a sinking feeling that it was the latter. She watched Helaena struggle to name a child in between blubbering sobs and waited for the man to grow tired of waiting. For the dagger in his hand to move even the slightest bit away from where it was pressed against the little prince's throat.

Then the moment struck. The man yawned and Daenys's dagger whispered across his throat in one clean stroke. He made a strangled sound and blood burst forth. He reactively pushed the dagger forward but it met resistance. Not having the strength to push further, he dropped the young prince and the dagger. Helaena was there to catch her younger son and pull him to safety. The next few moments happened in the blink of an eye. The second man turned toward his friend in surprise and Daenys used his momentary distraction to pierce one of her daggers into the hand that held his sword. She pulled out another dagger and stabbed it into the meat of his other arm. He howled, dropping the sword, and Jaehaerys twisted away from his hold.

then Daenys heard Helaena scream in the background and she wondered with wild panic if she was alright. Was one of the children hurt? She had killed the first man, she knew that for sure. One of the things you learned growing up with Daemon was how to slit a man's throat with deadly precision. It was her concern for them that made Daenys blindly lash out. She had to kill this second man before he turned his attention back to what he had come for. With no regard for her own safety, she reached out to pull her dagger free from his shoulder and buried it between his ribs, twisting until he made a wet choking sound and blood spilt from his lips.

The man was not dead though. He turned toward Daenys with fury in his eyes and she took three steps backward, trying to lead the fight as far away from Helaena and the children as possible. He reached out to grab her throat but she ducked. Instead, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and hauled her head up. Daenys slashed out with her dagger and it caught him in the ribs. He dropped her and she crawled away. He gave chase. He was large and lumbering and Daenys's smaller frame allowed her the advantage of speed, but he was much stronger. He had picked up his sword at some point. Daenys blanched. To do any real damage with her dagger, she'd have to get closer to him, and now with the sword between them, that was near impossible. He swung his sword in a wide arc and Daenys felt a stinging pain in her side. Her single eye made it harder to guage direction and coordinate her movements to strike too precisely and she did not have time to stop and take a drink from her flask. He swung again repeatedly and got her a few more times before she rolled out of the way.

Daenys took a deep breath, and threw her dagger, praying that it would hit its mark, that it would hit him somewhere, anywhere. She breathed a sigh of relief when it embedded itself in his shoulder. Not his heart, but at least it hit him. However, this only aggravated him further as he stomped toward her with renewed vigour. She stumbled back and her back hit the window sill. He closed his fist around her throat, pushing until he had her dangled out the open window, her legs kicking helplessly in the wind. She hazarded a look down and her vision swam. It would be a long fall. Suddenly she felt the left half of her face cramp painfully and she groaned. What terrible timing for her eye to act up. The pressure on her windpipe combined with the scalding sensation in her face made her lose focus.

Daenys could feel the life leaving his body and then the hand around her throat went limp.

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Soultember Prompt 2: Soul Freckles

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Ship: Rayllum

  When kids are young, seeing shapes in freckles is playful. However when the kids started to get older, they began to be told that somewhere written on their bodies by these little specks of color, was a hint to who their soulmate was.

    Rayla was always confused about the freckles on her collarbone. She knew that they would lead her to her soulmate but she couldn't figure out what they meant. They made two backwards Cs with a line at the bottom.

    Callum never understood his freckles. They resembled a full moon. He used to think it was just a circle until he traced the dotted lines inside of it.  The pattern rested on his collarbone. He wished to know who this mysterious stranger was who he was bound to by fate itself.

    The moon shape always worried Sairi and Harrow. They tried to not think too hard about it or to let their worry get in the way of Callum's excitement and detective work.

    Callum never understood their anxiety, why would his soulmate make them so, scared? Worried didn't quite seem right.

    As time passed on, Rayla and Callum grew up. Callum became a big brother and lost his mother. He started training with Soren and drew as much as he could.

    Rayla trained to be an assassin with Runnian. She lost her parents to the battle at the Strom Spire, and now was on a mission to kill the king of Katolis.

    Life takes you places you don't expect. A mission of death led to Rayla and Callum meeting. It led to a beautiful friendship and a prettier romance. As soon as the mage used Aspiro, Rayla understood what the dots on her collarbone meant. The idiot that she was traveling to Xadia with, was her idiot.

    Callum took a little more time to understand. The hints were supposed to be small. There was a curl irony to meet your forever love on the day you lose someone so important to you.

    "So, did you ever make out your soulmate mark?" Rayla asked.

    "I think so. My mom and stepdad used to be really worried about it, but I think they would like her." Callum blushed, "How about you?"

    "I think so." She smiled, "so what is it?"

    "It's a full moon." He pulled his shirt down to show Rayla. "What's yours?"

    "It's a spell." Mimicking Callum, she pulled her collar down to reveal her freckles.

    "Hey! That's Aspiro!"

    Rayla giggled, "yeah, It is." The two were silent for a moment. "we should get going, gotta get Zym home."

    "Yeah."

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the orkney trip

part 11 redux

tumblr you suck. my internet is good but you have to stuck at 20% upload eh?

day 9 (continued)

So I walked down towards the beach, crossing the burn, just as I was about to descend the rocky slope I saw this:

It's the skeleton of a red throated diver! I narrowed it down to divers, then checked it against the photos i took of the bird skulls displayed in the Gloup visitor centre and the specimens in the stromness museum (they have a room full of birds taxidermy among other things to my absolute delight)

I took the skull but the rest were interred into the bothy window to carry on the tradition. Leave no trace but the bones you found.

the skull and its pretty shadow on the bothy's doorframe in the golden hour.

So I thought, I should boil the eggs I brought all the way from Kirkwall behind the house, shielded from the wind. That's when I met Robbie the Irish guy from Dublin, who was cycling around scotland after getting the idea from seeing peopole cycling south america, just got down from Shetland and was now heading to Ullapool. Although there were two other big groups there (one group of young people and another group in their 50s on motorcycles who just came up from Ullapool), only Robbie and I decided to sleep in the bothy. We got a fire going for a while and had some warmth in the evening, although we couldn't find an axe to chop the rest of the firewood (i suspect that the warden took it to stop people from turning the chairs and tables into firewood).

That's the big group. One of their stove was so powerful, it resembled a little bonfire and transformed the cottage into a paleonithic cave filled with firelight and shadows of its inhabitans dancing on cold stone walls. The situation had stalker vibes I thought. The roof leaks but thankfully there wasn't any rain that night. Although there was a hole in the wall near my head that was stuffed with paper and I slept in my boots, it was comfortable enough. Nice to have a roof over my head.

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day 10

Robbie got up early to run to see the Old Man, and we got on the morning ferry. On that ferry were Robbie, me, the american couple, two tourists who kept to themselves, Tom Attah a blues musician and professor at Leeds Arts uni who is here to perform at the Orkney Blues Festival, and Malcolm from Hoy, clawhammer banjo player who shares my love of american old time music.

The american man got to talking with them (he was affable and friendly, talking to everyone he met as if we were sandbox npcs *affectionate"). I don't talk unless no one does (one of the reason I like traveling alone, because if I'm with someone else I will let them do all the talking unless they are keeping silent as well, which annoyed the hell out of a past friend), so I just listened in. That Sunday was the last day of the Orkney Blues festival, and there were going to be free music events all afternoon and in the evening there would be a finale concert. Of course I simply had to go. I only had the museum on my list that day anyhow.

Stromness museum features whaling, seafaring, exploratiom (supposedly the first european to be buried in Australia was an Orcadian), the hudson bay company, the franklin expedition (the last british soil they set foot on was here, Franklin was entertained ashore, they got their water from the Login's well), and of course, John Rae. His fiddle was here, all restored, somewhere in the museum was another fiddle made of tin by a herring trawler blacksmith after losing his fiddle at sea. The two were played together at one time.

A game we should play.

Hudson bay company recruitment poster.

James Fitzjames' name made a surprise appearance written on the stern of this Cloth Boat here that should've accompanied John Rae on his expedition but never made it.

Login's well. This is why Stromness is the final stop, it is pilgrimage to me.

And yes I did talked to the poor Irish guy about John Rae, the Franklin expedition and the Terror. It simply had to be done and we were standing right under the statue of John Rae near the piers, if not then, when?

(tbc)

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 ⋆˙⟡ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓵𝓭 𝓥𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼  ⋆˙⟡

Very LOONNNNGGGGGG thread incoming!

Okay, FINALLY introducing the Starfield Voyagers!

I tried varying their body types and tried going out of bounds of what I'm used to drawing. The shoes were what I struggled with the most, honestly. Many of these characters don't really have an official character design, so I had to improvise on clothing. I don't really know if I did good with the posing of the crew members; hopefully the poses convey their personalities.

Okay, enough with the rambling, onto character details!

1st row(with obligatory Philomina sketch):

Citron Volta: Engineer of the Starfield Voyagers and mechanic of the Pricilla Via. Citron Volta is a lazy person in nature, only doing things when she wants to and refusing to do things that she doesn't want to. She's very unorganized, with contraptions and mechanical parts of robots littering the ground of her workshop. Nonetheless, her skills are exceptional. She's an alumni of the Starfield Voyagers.

Clarensis "Clarence": A very mysterious passenger aboard the Priscilla Via. 2nd oldest member of the Starfield Voyagers, behind only by the captain herself. Philomina states that Clarensis is a "princess" hailing from a crystal-covered world, and that she's on the run from assailants who wish to use or assassinate her. She's cold to strangers but very touchy once she gets to know you well.

Kamui "Scopes" Alphei: A young fishman native to the panthalassic planet, Aleviang. He's studying in an apprenticeship under cosmos-renowned navigator Nimbus Strom aboard the Priscilla Via. He is very bashful and timid, but passionate in learning more about different planets. "Scopes" is a nickname for him given by the Starfield Voyagers. Most recent addition to the crew.

2nd row:

"Lio": A boisterous and gentle man who swore an oath of pacifism despite his violent background. Although he has no specific job in the Starfield Voyagers, "Lio" helps around the Priscilla Via however he can, whether it be protecting the members or hauling around heavy equipment. He has not disclosed his real name, only wanting to go by "Lio" from now on. Lio is on the Priscilla Via so that Philomina can interview him.

Morloom: A heliobi sealed inside a blank grimoire, Morloom swears vengeance on Philomina if it's the last thing he'll do. But for now, he will amuse the Bibliophile. Morloom has a terrible personality, he constantly antagonizes the crew, does petty pranks, and tries to convince unsuspecting people to open the grimoire so that he can consume their energy. Philomina keeps him on a tight leash.

Nimbus Strom: The lead navigator of the Starfield Voyagers and a very meticulous and stern old man. Nimbus Strom is a hard man to please, always critical of things as a perfectionist. Although he didn't want one at first, Strom realized how important it was to pass down knowledge to the next generation, hence why he has an apprentice. Leader of the Navigator's Omni Alliance and former teacher in the Intelligentsia Guild(and taught Dr Ratio).

3rd row(Housekeeping Trio):

Aliscia Corduroy: A lady maid who serves with wide, piercing eyes and an abyssal smile. Don't let her unnerving face concern you, Aliscia Corduroy is one of the most loving of the Starfield Voyagers. She enjoys whatever activity comes her way with exuberant excitement, especially if it's cleaning. When speaking , she poses with dramatic flair and unabashed attitude. Aliscia is a big fan of Robin and her music.

Lucius: A butler of few words, Lucius is a gentleman with quiet finesse. Most times, you won't hear him appearing behind you, reminding you to eat before you sleep. Philomina gifted Lucius a bell earring simply because his silent presence kind of freaked her out. Lucius is nonverbal about a lot of things: his past, his likes and dislikes, even his true thoughts(Phil tried reading his mind once). An alumni of the Starfield Voyagers.

Magdalene: A pepeshi from the Alfalfa family that left the Planet of Festivities, Penacony, in order to pursue a life outside of the bounds of the Dreamscape. However, a life aboard the Priscilla Via was not a life she envisioned. Begrudgingly, she decided to stay since it's easy to form commercial connections when she's beside an influential figure. It's not that she enjoys the company of these people, really...

I will most definitely be redesigning some of the crew members in the future, but this is all I have for now. Thank you for your patience!

...

This is what I felt like after finishing this page.

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Conflicted feelings || Ghost x Fm!reader

Summary:

You and ghost have been working for a while now, you work well as a team however you both have an issue that is clearly easier said than done

Tags: Comfort, wouldn't say enemies to lovers but you and ghost never had a stable friendship, fluff, confessions, cuddling, support, undiscussed trauma surrounding thunderstorm ・❥・Masterlist

"Just fucking great!" Ghost mumbles angrily as nothing but silence fills the radio. You two are stuck in the abandoned shack until morning. The storm raging on outside. You had no way of getting back to base with the severity. Only a fool would consider stepping out in this. The mission was over and you managed to steal the intel but with the current weather situation, HQ had gone silent on you two. Leaving you both with no choice but to find safe and security in an abandoned small house, engulfed by the forest.

"Calm down Ghost we'll be fine." You retort back, not wanting to deal with a moody lieutenant making the whole situation worse than it already is.

"Don't start, Y/n..." He stares at you. His brown eyes behind his mask glaring at you. You can see parts of his mask glisten as the rain drips from it.

"Just saying... Getting angry isn't gonna help us... Best we can do is just wait this shit storm. We'll try again in the morning." You sigh and shake off your bag but keeping your rifle at hand in case of any situation that may still spring you to action, your hand resting lightly on the stock. It's cold metal caressing the palm of your hand. You hear a loud sigh as Ghost finds a spot and settles against a broken chair, its wood in splinters.

"Guess I'll take first watch then... Mind passing me your flashlight?" He said with annoyance, not exactly happy with everything. You just nod solemnly before grabbing your flashlight from your utility belt and chucking it to him. He catches it and looks it over before turning it on and off.

"Don't break it like you did with yours..." You lean up against the cold wall of the shack. The coldness of the grey walls sending a slight shiver down your spine. It's not exactly the most comfortable spot but you can't complain since you could be in a much worse scenario.

"I'll wake you up in 3 hours..." Ghost reminds you. His voice still filled with agitation.

"Goodnight ghost..." You tried to at least calm the tension, the strom already making you feel anxious and you hate sleeping on a bad note.

"Whatever just go to sleep." His voice was cold, clearly not wanting to make small talk. You decided not to comment however as you closed your eyes.

The room was silent for a while, apart from the howling off the wind and and the rain crashing on the grass outside. Ghost never bothered checking if you was asleep as his eyes was fixated on the door. He was on edge, sitting completely still.

Until the common sound of thunder broke through like a hot knife through butter and you was jolted awake. Your eyes adjusting and your heart began to race. You was never a fan of thunderstorms.

"It's just a bit of thunder, go back to sleep..." Ghost was aware that you was awake. His gaze never lifting from the door.

"I...I can't." You felt yourself begin to shake as a flash suddenly lightened up the room. Your heart now racing.

"What do you mean you can't? It's just some thunder. You're fine." Ghost almost laughs , his head shaking. Thunder follows along and you mind races. Your hands now shaking and your breath is begin to become faster.

"Ghost... I... I-" Another flash interrupts you and you let out a gasp, closing your eyes to block it out. This time ghost turns to you and notices the state your in.

"It'll pass..." He wasn't the best at providing support but he couldn't just ignore you. You let out a loud gasp as you now struggle to breath. Another echoing boom sends you into a spiral of anxiety and your head gets dizzy. You suddenly grip onto your vest, trying to stop suffocating. Ghost's mood instantly switches and he immediately rushes to your side. He helps you out of the vest and he looks at you.

"Y/n... I'm gonna need you to breath for me." His voice is stren yet light enough to come off as concerned. You just nod in reply, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. Ghost watches on, his eyes on yours.

"In and out... Just take it nice and slow." He knows exactly how you feel right now as you continue to panic. Seeing you like this has completely changed Simons cold hard demeanor, at least for now.

Another flash breaks away and you feel yourself getting worse.

"Stay right their I'm gonna grab some water..." He's about to get up but you grip his hand, he flinches a little but he doesn't move away.

"Sorry..." You suddenly let go, knowing ghost doesn't like to be touched and you just pushed that boundary. All you need right now is to be held and comforted but with Ghost you knew that was virtually impossible. He was never the type to give out a hug or to pat your shoulder, knowing physical contact was a problem for him. It was one of the first things you learnt about him and despite the fact that you two aren't always seeing eye to eye, you respected that rule.

"Tis ok." His voice is a little rugged, a blush forming under his mask. This time the contact didn't scare him or panic him, it sent a whole new different feeling for him. He craved more.

"Do... Do you want me to hold you?" He catches you off guard. The question sending you into a complete wave of questions. Although his gaze on you reads a thousand words as to reassure you that he's deadly serious.

"It's alright if you prefer to... Be alone..." He adds, not wanting to make you uncomfortable with the idea. Although ghost wants nothing more now to just feel that sudden warm feeling he just experienced moments ago.

"Uhm... S-sure..." You still shake from the anxiety and he nods. He begins to take his vest off and you realise that he's getting distracted.

"Your supposed to be on outlook-" BOOM. The clap shakes the ground and you let out a small cry, hands fidgeting the hem of your shirt as you desperately try to distract yourself.

"Not when you're like this..." He sits down beside you and he picks you up with ease, like you as light as a newborn baby. He places you on his lap and his arms engulf you into a tight but gentle embrace. This new side of ghost makes your mind suddenly race. Was you completly wrong about ghost all this time? Did he actually have a heart beneath the cold layers.

He just sits their with you in his arms, his hands making small circles in your flesh. The sensation sending your heart to flutter. It's almost like he's done this before, you immediately get a wave of guilt. You laugh silently to yourself at it as its stupid since you and ghost was just squad mates. After all, he showed no interest of actually wanting to understand you better, to know your ins and outs as a person. Never taking an interest to find out what you are as a person. To each other you were just strangers, although you felt differently about it. You couldn't deny the fact that you have slowly fallen in love with the masked man who was your superior who some how has you safe and secured in his arms. It was only time before the stone cold killer; who's famously known to be as quick as he is deadly at his job, had you wrapped around his finger.

Every time you wanted to get closer, he'd shut you out. Never allowing you into his life, yet you still don't understand why out of all that you believe, he's suddenly changed.

"Fucking hell... I've been wanting to do this for ages." He breaks the silence and looks down at you. "You feel so... Warm..."

You look up at him and you see his eyes smiling at you, instead of being the hard emotionless stare your always expecting, his gaze is soft as his eyes meet yours. You blush a light pink and he takes a deep breath. You feel his chest rise and fall as he does so.

"Suppose I have some explaining to do..." He senses your wandering mind.

"You bet your ass you do." You retort in a playful tone. Light but just enough to help the flow of the situation.

"I'm sorry for... Being so hard on you. I never intended for you to feel like I don't care. I really don't know what to say, never really had to...say how I feel." He clears his throat, his hands dropping from yours as you notice hes struggling.

"Take your time ghost..." You reassure him.

"I never hated you, y/n. The only reason I acted the way you did because I didn't want you to get hurt, I still don't but the more I deny my feelings the more our... Bond is gonna get wounded and I can't do that to you. I tried to get you to stay away, but like a dog chasing a ball you always came back, trying so hard to keep up. For the first time in my life you didn't see me as some... Monster. You wasn't scared of me. All my life I've been leading up until I met you has always been solo. I was to scared to trust people, to always fight alone. Trust was and is still hard for me to give out, but there's just something about you... Your different than anyone else. You have a heart that I wish I had." His words are full of sincerity. His eyes telling you all that you need to know.

"I will admit I was wrong about you. You always used to shelter yourself from everything, all I wanted was for us to get along. I just don't understand why out of everything you decide to finally speak up now." You keep your eyes on his, he brings a hand to cup your face, his finger stroking your cheek. Your heart soars for the longing it's been wanting. You have wanted nothing more than this moment.

"Because the people closest to me always get hurt... I was just protecting you. You don't understand how hard it was for me to keep away from you. All I wanted was for me to open up to you and tell you how I feel but I was chained back by my own walls. Afraid of scaring you off and losing the person that I only care for in this gods forsaken world." He says with an almost protective tone, this ghost is completely different to the one you knew 10 minutes ago.

"You know I could never hate you Ghost-"

"Simon..." He interrupts you.

"Huh?" You look at him puzzled.

"No more Ghost... Please call me Simon." He strokes a finger under your eye, his eyes glued to your gaze, taking in every single detail about your face like it's the last time. "You're so beautiful..." He murmurs, bringing your face to his. His breath blowing softly onto your skin. Your breath catches and you feel your cheeks bloom a rose red. Emotions swell within you and your heart enlarges with the feelings. You move a hand to cup his own face, the smooth texture of his balaclava rubbing along the palm of your hand. You feel the muscles of his face move as he smiles at you, his hazel eyes piercing yours. With a sudden movement he removes the bottom of his mask, revealing his soft brown lips. You can see a scar just below his cheek, his own a cherry colour. Your heart is in your hands as he traces a finger against your own lips. Delicate but just enough to send sparks of passion through you.

"I want to kiss you...." He whispers, his eyes never leaving yours. He's hesitant, waiting for you to answer.

"Then stop wasting time and kiss me you idiot." You blurt out, your mind having zero filter as your mind is a racing roller-coaster, but it's to late to apologise as ghost already closes the gap and his lips are on yours. They are warm and wet as kisses you with a sudden fire, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him close. He cups a hand around your head and another on your waist as reply. His kisses send your heart into a frantic rhythm as you both melt into each others embrace. Your soul soaring above the clouds as you have been waiting for this moment for so long. You have no plans to stop now and neither does Ghost.

He pulls away and you don't realise how out of breath you are until you come to your senses.

"Notice how the storms passed..." Ghost can't help but stare at you. You've been so caught up with you both confessing to each other you completely forgot about the strom.

"Oh..." Is all you're able to form. Your heart still racing.

"Are you... Ok... With everything?" Ghosts voice is tinted with worry slightly.

"OK? I've never felt so... Happy in my life. Of course I'm ok with everything. Are you?" You need to know that what just happened wasn't a lie.

"I'm more than ok... So...i don't usually ask but I'll say this instead. Would you like to be mine? I'll be yours is you so wish." His tone is gentle as he smiles, he wants nothing more than for you to be his.

"I'll gladly be yours... Always." You snuggle into him and you listen to the soft thadump oh his heart. He wraps his arms around you, securing yourself in his embrace. He leans down to kiss your head lightly. You feel euphoric as to what's happend, your haunted questions are now forever put to rest as you just lay their in complete silence in Simons arms. The man who you knew was tough and ice cold actually has a soft spot after all.

"Get some rest... I'll be here." He rubs your back softly, his hand trialing back and forth along your spine.

"Goodnight Simon..." You try again but this time it's not as bitter as the one you said earlier.

"Goodnight y/n... Sleep well." He whispers softly against your ear as you slowly fall into a peaceful slumber and with that, you both hold onto each other as you sleep. Knowing that this is just the start of your journey together, finally feeling at ease.

[dreamingmagi]

Scar

(Sorry for mistakes )

There are days when Strag looks at his scars from many battles, or times when the Dream Creatures have dealt him some damage. That day was no exception. It was a beautiful sunny day, the water in the river was warm and pleasant. Strag had just finished his night patrol and decided to take a bath before going to sleep and rest. Underling Magi found a wonderful place, surrounded by trees. Taking off his boots and mittens, he left them near the root of a great oak tree. Taking off his shirt, the first thing he saw were his biggest scars, which gave him not only physical but also mental pain, these scars are like burns. But he didn't get them at Cald or anywhere else. He received these scars from a very dangerous type of fungus, which entered his body through spores and slowly killed him from the inside. Strag remembered how it hurt like today.

Memory In the dead of night, among the forests of Naroom, guards were walking in one of the settlements, and lights were shining in several windows of the houses. Shadow Stalker was lying in bed with other Underneath magi who had also contracted the same fungus while saving their homes. Strag couldn't sleep, because of the pain, his lungs are burning, he can feel the fungus digging into his skin using it to grow bigger and bigger. His lungs could no longer exercise, the pain was getting worse and worse. Strag raised his still healthy hand and placed it on the head of his best friend and partner, Freep, who was sleeping with his face buried in the blanket, a relic around his neck that allowed him to stay here longer, and without expending energy. Underneathian patted his friend's head gently. Strag turned his head and saw several more beds where several of his acquaintances were sleeping, some of them fought side by side with him against Chur, some were his classmates in school, and some were just former fans of his. -If … I were a little stronger … - said the hunter quietly, after which he began to cough hard, it was worse than all the pain he once experienced. Coughing with fungus-infected lungs was the worst. When the coughing stopped, Strag looked at his hand, which had a spot of red blood with purple drops. - No… my goal is to survive until morning… Tony and Eden will come with medicine in the morning… I must survive.

Suddenly the window opened. Strag instantly looked there and saw a black silhouette in the moonlight. The teenager was about to press the crystal that would inform Strom of danger or help, the crystal was above his head, he had almost reached it when he was suddenly stopped by another hand, larger and yellow, but with native warmth. Strag turned his head and saw the features he was used to seeing since childhood, and the same scar on his face. - Stery? - I see, you look bad at all, little brother. Strag was happy to see native face, but then his eyes were filled with tears of pain and anger, because his older brother had been serving Agram for almost a year and was a Shadow Magi, but then why were his brother's eyes the same as they were before. Those brown eyes that he inherited from his father, and not the blood red they were? Is his brother becoming normal? Will he leave that evil? If not, Stery must fulfilled his task, because of which he had to swear with his family, to make his brother hate him, to make his mother shed tears, and to bring his father to silent anger, and to make his people hate him . He had to do it to be closer to Agram and his new plans. Stery looked at his brother with tears in his eyes, after which he put his hand on his chest. -You have to live for them now - Stery held his brother's mouth with one hand and the other on his chest. - I cast, a transmission spell.

At this moment, Strag felt a slight relief in terms of breathing, but it was at this moment that he lost consciousness, and already woke up in the morning when he heard shouts of joy from the yard. The teenager took a breath, it didn't hurt as much anymore, his chest hurt less, and he could breathe more freely. The young man took off his white shirt and looked at his chest, the infection became less, before going to sleep the purple infection covered almost all of his chest, and now only half of it. A transmission spell, special in that the caster can transfer another person's illness or injury to themselves. While Strag was pondering this information, several nurses came into the room and brought mugs on a tray with a substance that shone like gold and was warm, because steam was coming from it. After taking the medicine, the infection hardened, and after a few days it fell off, leaving damaged skin. End of memories Strag sat down on the ground with his back against the same oak tree. He tightly squeezed his hand over the scar on his chest. Salty drops of tears fell on the ground. -Why… why Stery… he's the Shadow magi… why did he save me, I'm his enemy now… - Strag quietly asked himself. His Moonsense gave him a signal that someone was approaching, the teenager wiped away his tears and grabbed one of his gloves, and when he saw who it was, he smiled.

-Hey, Strag, did you decide to go swimming without us? - shouted Tony loudly with a wide smile.

-That's for sure, but it's better to let Tony go into the water first, because of his stink all the fish will float belly up. - Eden joked about her style.

-HEY!!! It will not prevent you from bathing, otherwise the dirt on you will soon come to life. -What did you say?! While teenagers were swearing, a phrase sounded in Strag's head: "You have to live for them now." He understood what this phrase meant, and it healed the wounds in his heart that could not heal for a long time. Shadow Stalker laughed loudly and this caught the attention of his friends, now all three of them were laughing.

[ramayantika]

This one was from a dream I had when I was in grade X and like the daydreamer I am I had penned this down in my diary which is now lost.

In a Dream

Month of March, the season of spring.

A cool breeze lulled me to sleep.

Have sighted dreams with people unknown,

But you though a stranger still feel familiar.

You came in through the door silently.

No words exchanged, only mere glances.

But there is something else that does the talking between us.

I wonder why you didn't speak a word.

Perhaps a new environment and new faces greeted you.

I glanced at you once again, but you didn't meet my eyes.

Again we encounter each other on a sunny day

In a yellow field with tall grasses and soft sand mounds.

Your fingers brush through the sand as if writing words on it.

Alas, the breeze brew so strong that it carried away every sound and every word.

Did you not sense me standing beside you? Or did you deliberately not spare a glance at me again?

The thousand words inside my head stop singing to me when I stand near you.

I wait for long under the sun, as it travels from its glorious sky throne to the cool river.

It is then you look up to me, but once again, your lips do not move.

Do I understand the language of the eyes? I am unsure.

I think I have known you from somewhere before.

We have lost and found each other many a times.

Fate has woven our threads together.

Then why is it that we part each time we meet?

Your hands brush against mine. I see two stars collide.

A strom arises in my heart and on the field.

That's where you again part away with a red thread curled on your finger

Again.

***** ********** ************ ******** *******

I actually have a collection called Bhava where I compiled all of my early works (out of which I find a lot of them to be cringe) Bhava anyway means expression, so my first creative expression compilation had to be titled that.

Also, Bhava actually made me learn a lot more about myself. I wrote that in what I considered to be a very shitty phase of life which actually wasn't but thik hai ek baar aise phase se jana chahiye bhi shayad usse jivan ko appreciate karne ki sikh milti hai

Anyway I will stop here kal phir milte hai vapas koyi rant post ke sath

[wordsmithnandini]

Stay A little Longer 🍂

So I am feeling almost nothing right now , everything is numb as I lie down on the shore of the beach , and there aren't even many people here right now as it's already evening 6:30 and because it's winter , the sun sets soon and the sky is almost black but still there are strokes of orange and red color as if it's dying in the agony if u take it negatively but as all the people around this whole world says to be "POSITIVE" - well if you take from their point it's a Phoenix dying only so it can rise again with more fierceness , take whatever you wish for , because for me it's only dying of the sky into the darkness because I just lost the most important person of my life , my Wife ,few hours ago but I didn't cry, I couldn't because she told me not to and said while pressing her lips on mine slightly in a slow kiss "I love you my husband , my most treasured person , even if I am gone promise me you will stay happy , yes you can stay in grief for sometime but do moveon with your life and be happy just the way you have been with me and raise our beautiful daughter into a great women , tell her mommy loves her and she will always watch her from the sky...

I luv you

Reyansh, luv u forever"

"Luv you too Ayana"

And then she closed her eyes in my arms and never woke up...

We have been together since almost 10 years now , we met in college and we have been married for 5 years ... Or had been ...

I don't know what I will say to my 2 year old daughter ,when she will ask me "where's mommy ? Dad" there is so many things in my mind and heart and in every cell of mine that I don't know nor do I understand what should I do , how will I live ?

I don't know so I close my eyes and just keep lying there on the shore where every now and then the splashes of water comes straight on my face and body and it's soaking my white shirt and pant but I don't care about it so I just try to feel something just when I hear a clearing of throat from behind and so I open up my eyes to find a women standing behind me with something's in her hand , god knows what , I don't know why she did that so I just ignore and try loosing myself again in the dark and again then she speaks ,

"Hey ! I don't know who you are and why  you are lying down here on the shore when its freezing cold and above all your whole body is wet , please come up otherwise you might catch cold and yeh have this "

I don't open my eyes the whole time but then I do and she's a little closer now and is holding hotpacks in my direction...

I don't want to answer her bit it had be rude of me to do that when someone's trying to help me so I stand up and take the packs from her hand and then I stare in her eyes and just ask "yours ?"

She answer's "here" taking 2 more out of her mini black purse... I then go and sit a little far away on the flat stone , she joins me after hesitating for more like just 5 seconds or so and then she askes me in lowered voice "why were you there, and why does it seem something really not well happened to you recently" , I ignore her simple enough - I didn't ask her to come to me or care or even ask me questions and I am not under any obligations to answer her so I stay silent , she again speaks and says " I guess you don't wanna share , anyways my name is Anaya "

That's when I turn and see her straight in eyes and speak "Anaya"

"Oh so you do speak huh mister , yes I am anaya , and why are your eyes mist with tear , why are they wet upon listening this name because till now you didn't had a single drop in your eyes, but somehow my writer instinct says there's much chaous going on right now and it's like Strom and you don't know what to do ? " , " Is it something like that? , Do u mind telling me your reason of this strong Strom which I see in your eyes, only if you want afterall , I will be going soon from here so it's one time meet , I am not going to tell anyone anything you know "

And then she is waiting for my answer and this familiarity of her name , and without telling my thoughts or anything to her , she understood things I don't myself and so I reply " yeh, something like that happened , my wife , her name is anaya or was , she passed away few hours ago but still she's there here , right in my heart and stuck with my soul and she asked for a promise to not cry or to grief for long but I don't know what to do because there's heavy clouds here inside of me and they can't hold on anymore" , by the time I stop I feel a tear falling down on my wrist watch which was also given by her on my birthday , I look into the eyes of the writer across from me Anaya as she exlaims . She speaks after a minute or so " I understand what it is to loose someone so precious and treasuring to you and it's okay to cry and let out your stromy heavy clouds go away , yeh it may take time and maybe longer than you ever thought of but it will all move to how it used to be , maybe a little different but you know everything after 12:00 o clock at night is new , so there will be a night when your life will also start a new so let go , cry all you want , grieve and scream all you want because that's how it is "

From her words it seems she have faced deeper wounds and knows a lot better about it so I just ask one thing "Do you mind if I hug you for a little while , " she just nods and the time I do hug her I am crying my eyes out and all she does is patting my back slowly and in slow voice keeps telling me "it's okay" "shhh" ,"it's fine" , "it's alright now" - I don't know how much time passed by but I think its long enough so I pull away and then she stands and says to me " anyway I gotta go now just please take care of yourself, remember what I said , it was nice meeting you"

She's about to turn around when I stop her "Hey, Wait - my name is reyansh and can I ask you something"

"Sure , Reyansh , anything"

"Can you stay a little longer ? , Just for a while , for sometime please"

She says nothing for sometime but then says with a smile "okay ! I will , let's sit and yeh here I have a extra towel with me , you may use it - it's fresh I just bought from market , cover yourself or else you might get fever"

I take the towel and wrap it on my completely slick wet clothes and sit there silently with her for a while watching the waves of the beach as it sometimes move higher and sometimes it's just calm and I feel that life has its ups and downs , your very loved ones also live someday , maybe a little too early sometimes but it happens , so as time passes right now I feel things will do get better with time and the big credits of it I will give to the one sitting beside me Anaya {the writer} and I don't know if I will ever see her again but may she also have someone by her side when she is all alone , when the whole world tunes out in black and white ...

Sometimes to ask even a stranger for an unknown affection is correct thing to do and it's also correct to sometimes ask them to STAY A LITTLE LONGER WITH YOU

so maybe it was my awfully bad day but I think at 12:00 o clock someday there will ne new beginnings and yes I will also keep my promise I gave to my wife - closing my eyes I remember her and whisper Luv you anaya ...

- miss_mehta { Nandini }

Nerium 🍂

[writerisai]

I see her walking through the terrace and watching moon in the nights and reading books silently in the Noisy World.

She will grab a book in the library walk like a floating lotus, sits usually in her window seat as always and see the words like making love.

She'll cook with grace, conflict like Strom and think like pro.

How I suppose to unlove her?

[shimmersmuts]

In the same game but different plays.

"Had anyone called you a bitch!" "Besides you, no." Mizu dryly said back.

The two females fall out had taken place only the previous night. They had travelled from midnight to dusk, and how Mizu could take the hard labour of the road- her companion's scornful mouth was of a bigger challenge.

Ringo had tried to keep the peace between the two woman but every time he speaks both of them, more then once, told him not to intervene.(Not suddle either.) He felt like a child traveling with his divorce parents.

Amari had been gagged twice, once so tight she almost died. She threatened to take her life if Mizu did not ungag her, which Mizu did consider a good option but Amari had something no one else has.. the identity and location of all the white men in japan.

"I'm tired, let's rest for now." Mizu stares up at the gloomy sky. A fierce thunderstorm was heading their way, and she knew they needed their strengthfor when it hits. Her companion's were grateful for the rest. Pour Ringo had been dragging the cart with Amari on it throughout the night.

The mountains had a dark cloud close to black. It frighten all three of them. It was only open road and heavy snow as far as the eye could see. If a storm hit they had no idea where they would find shelter from it. "I think we should hide in a cave. That strom will claim our lives." "I can't remember speaking was an option for you." Amari wanted to protest but her last fight with Mizu ended with a horrible bruise on her eye and forehead. She did not want to be knocked unconscious again.

Mizu gave Ringo order to watch over Amari as she will search for something for them to eat. "If she opens her mouth, cut her deep. I don't care where as long it's deep." The two ladies scornfully glared at each other but even though Amari was tied down, she was bloodthirsty for Mizu.

She will get her fair share of justice.

Mizu went to find any animal or any form of food. It was the deep winter she knew the odds were against her in finding growing food, but hopefully a animal would lurk in the forest.. even though the forest looked deserted from all inhabitants.

Amari stared at the big gaint Ringo for moments on end and it made the 'dumblingman, ('as she had called him a few times,) extremely nervous. "Would you quiet staring!" He dropped the fire wood he had gathered. Amari rolled her vibrant hazel eyes at him.

Her stare alone could make men pee she knew but what did the giant expect her to do? She was tied up against a tree with only him as entertainment. "Does my gaze make you uncomfortable?" "Yes, as it makes everyone uncomfortable!" He bluntly explained but it made her chuckle.

A small sense of amusement filled her heart in knowing she still had some effect on those around her. Captive or not.

Amari found his discomfort as appealing as sugar to a child. "Sorry dumplingman, did not think you could feel." "Of course I can feel!" "Your traveling with a demon, what did you expect me to think!" She wrathfully screamed but to her great surprise Ringo took a knife and cut her upper arm.

Amari winch of the pain but doesn't scream, only again scornfully stared at the man. "Now be silent or the next cut will be your throat!" Ringo left her to restart the fire.

Amari stared at the dark cloud again. She first hand knew how bad a storm so deep west could get. Even thought Amari did not want to she had to try another approach. Small fake tears went down her cheeks. She sobs softly and tried to hide her tears but Ringo saw and his soft heart could not ignore the surprise display of emotion. "Are you crying?" "NO!"

Ringo sees her once harden features now softer than snow itself. Amari had mastered the art of impression and perception. She looked like a delicate flower even bruise and hurt. Her sharp eyes now shimmering. Her dark copper hair, in many soft curls and that delicate face so angelic it could bring armies to their knees.

Ringo softly bended in front of her and asked why she was sorrowful but Amari told him to leave, knowing he would refuse. "Please, I don't like seeing people cry." He gave a soft smile. "My master will have my head, I just know this. He gave me a week to kill your master and it's been 8 days already. He will send someone for us all.. and I pay the dearest prize." Her long bangs she used to hide her face.

Amari sobs were fake but seemed so real. It was hard to see someone like this for Ringo. She had bruises, many bruises. Mizu did not hold back when she and Amari fought. Even though Amari wasn't as near in the same level of strength then Mizu.

"I'm sorry, but my master will protect you. All of us. Master is a excellent warrior, had not been defeated." "Your master may be called a demon but she's as much woman as me. Fowler's army is thousand on thousand. Regardless what you believe she will die, so will you and so will I." And for the first time Amari's words were actually not hollow.

For 10 years Amari had been Fowler's prisoner. She first hand knows how ruthless and cruel he could be. The only reason he kept her alive was cause of her pretty face. How sickening it sound he thought her in the art of seduction when she was barely a girl. She learned to play and manipulate man by him and had to perfect the art for almost 6 years now. Amari never want to work for him but when she tried to runaway he always found her and beat her senseless for weeks until she could barely walk or breath. She remembers the cold winters she was tied outside bare naked, with nothing to eat. How the man pissed on her, beated her and used her as less than a human. She was only 11 then.

Amari knew Ringo was a simple mind, there was no use in lying to him. "Run Dumplinman, ran as fast and as far as you can. Leave your master and me. Your master's faith is already design but you could be spared." "And you?" "What about me?" "What about your faith?" "My faith is what my lord decides." She withdrawn from him completely with those words.

Seeing someone defeated and hopeles.. were there anything to say?

Ringo decide to take off his coat and cloak it around Amari. He than continued with the food in silence but does say one thing when he offered her a plate at the end. "You could redesign your own faith, as my master did hers." The faith Ringo had in Mizu was honorable. Amari couldn't understand why he was so content with an doom cause but did admire his believe and warmth. His person was a rarity.

Mizu had been gone for over a few hours but was in no rush to return to the two most annoying people she had ever met. Ringo spoke too often and of the most useless but thoughtful things, but Amari spoke to just get under people's skin.. which she usually got right.

She had found a hot springs and decided to take a moment to rest and relax. The hot water was more than enough for her achying muscles and bruise body. The stapped wound Amari had gave her was the most painful, no one had stabbed her almost clean through with a blunt knife.

Mizu thinks of how she met Amari over a few days ago. Amari came across so delicate and innocent. Soft spoken, meekly and gentle natured. How a Huge mislay it was to her true lioness ways.

Everyone knew of the temptress priestess. A woman that had made army crumble without ever having to take a knife. She only turn all the man against each other until they killed themselves like beserked beast . They would hungrily do as she said like she was some genie in a bottle. Like she beable to grant their deepest, darkest wishes..

even though those wishes were usually what she had between her legs.

Mizu met Amari at madam Kaji's brothel. She claimed to had been a traveler, looking for a place to stay where man could not find her. 'A innocent girl walking into a brothel and all the man preying on her naiveness.' Of course the blue eyed Samurai would protect her, and of course tell her to leave but also would want to keep her save. "She is a evil genius." Mizu soaked deeper into the hot springs.

Mizu wasn't someone that would openly protect someone but Amari knows how to bring out that side of a person. The girl's trick was not limited to men, for Mizu was not one, even though Amari did not know that at the time.

Amari would pretend not to know how to read, getting Mizu to teach her. She would pretend not to know any better about life getting Mizu to aid her every whim. She was so clever, so deceitful.. but Mizu had to wonder was it all deceit?

At times she did see Amari's true nature. When she seduced the gatekeeper to let them in, even though they did not have passes nor did they except money. When she would tell Mizu that kindness is for those who had a easy life, not for those who life wasn't their own. Even when the two rubbed each other's feet and spoke for 2 hours like best friends. But that had to be fake cause after their talk Amari tried to kill her.

Mizu felt foolish. She should've known better than to trust someone again. Her mother, husband and anyone close and dear to her had betrayed her. Only swordfather and Ringo could she trust.. she hoped.

Mizu let her long dark hair rest in the warm hot spring, the water was a complete bliss until she felt a unsteady wave enter into the pool. There she was now also naked, getting into the spring- Mizu's prisoner. "How- how did you get free!" Mizu pulled her sword and pointed it at Amari's neck. She was stunt Amari had escaped and found her.

Amari, naked and bored, looked up at Mizu like she was a stranger blocking her summer sun. "Unless you gonna cut me down, I suggest you to get into the water and have a conversation with me like civil humans" "Why would I do that?" "Cause you said once we were friends, and when you said it I believed you." There those eyes go again.

Whatever Amari had no one else had. She could manipulate you with her eyes alone. Someway always get the right amongt of light in them that made her seem so alluring, it turn minds weak.

But Mizu wasn't going to fall for that again. "We are not friends." She pushed the blade hard against Amari's neck. It was a small cut to make blood run. Amari open her side eye, in the direction of Mizu. "We not? Than this makes it easier!" She splashed a great amount of hot water into Mizu's direction.

The hot water cause a distraction for Amari enough to kick the sword out of Mizu's hand and tackle her to the ground. The two rolled back and forth on one another until Amari had the upper hand and pinned Mizu to the ground.

Mizu had a whole lot of Amari's breast now in her face, before reaching eye level. The whole interaction had Mizu uncomfortable. She was stronger than Amari but not as confident in her naked body to pin the smalled and short build woman down. Amari had a glorious hourglass figure. Breast as big as coconuts, snatched waist and wide hips. No body hair, her copper hair now wet and curler than before. She was a vision in her glory and Mizu couldn't help but notice it.

Mizu blushed, looking up above Amari, instead of what she had seen. "Get off me." "Your strong enough to push me off, so why don't you?" Amaru taunts. Mizu does try but then Amari pulled a knife from beneath a rock. She held it to her throat, freezing Mizu where she laid.

Amari smiled at her small win, finally bested the samurai.

Amari sees Mizu's blush cheeks, she found it sweet and wonder if it was cause of their nudity or for the fact of the hot springs heat still rushing through her body.

"Ringo? Where is he!" Amari rolled her eyes. "He's fine. I told him some sob story and stole his knife. He's sleeping right now. I did nothing to him, only escaped." She swore.

Mizu felt a bit at ease hearing this. "You did not kill him?" "I don't kill innocent." Amari reassure.

Amari sees Mizu's fair skin, dark hair and tall athletic body. Her breast weren't as big as her own but now hard and scrunch up they seem supple.. extremely firm and round.

Mizu sees the on going stare of Amari and quickly pinned the girl down. Now on top, knife thrown away, and completely at Mizu's mercy.

Amari could have now a better view of Mizu. Her small but full mouth, slender cheeks and rounded eyes. Mizu had so many feminine features especially her perfect long legs.. how did Amari never noticed them in the time of her seduction at the brothel. No idiot could mistake Mizu for a men but she did.

"Master master!" Ringo called out from the distant. The boy had awaken and had gone to find Amari. The girl sure just escape but tied him up but it seems he found his way out of the ropes. Ringo sees the two female at the springs, Mizu pinning Amari down.

He blushed at the sight of them but also found the interlink extremely attractive. "Master the prisoner-" "I have her. Pack up camp, we are moving." The rain than started to pour.

Ringo heads back to follow out his orders as Mizu tied up Amari again, with one of her fabrics from her komono. She then threw the girl into the water. Amari tried to keep her face above water regardless if her feet and hands were now tied up. A perfect trap for someone like her.

Amari kept kicking. Just trying to keep her mouth above the water. Her legs the only strength she had. She find her footing on an rock inside the boarder of the springs. Amari sees Mizu's backside turned to her and couldn't help but stare. Back muscles, strong legs, firm bum.. how perfect Mizu was build.

Amari became flushed, knowing this was now the second time she gawked at her enemy..

She felt shame and knew she couldn't do such a thing again. Fowler will have them killed.

Mizu than pulled Amari out of the water when she was near drowning. Amari coughed up much water before being able to breathe normal again. Mizu doesn't give her a second and instead dressed the girl for her. The interaction for both were uncomfortable but yet alluring.

Mizu ties Amari's kimono around her body, tucking away her soft breast inside. Her palm lightly touching Amari's plump round breast. Mizu gulps and Amari noticed this. Even though it was forbidden she was grateful the attraction wasn't one-sided.

Mizu pulled Amari's stocking up her legs and hips, seeing small glimpse of her flower. Her cheeks became even more flushed and it has Amari smirking. "I take you like what you see?" Amari tease but Mizu gave a dead palm stare. "Don't flatter yourself." "I don't need too, your breath says it all." Mizu didn't even realise how intense her breath had become.

She felt embarrassed and looked away, demanding that Amari should stop her game. "We both know our lives is no game!" "But yet you act like a fool." They go back to camp, where it had already started to pour down. Light thunder could be heard from where they stood.

Ringo was trying to hide under a tree but the rain founded the big man from every angle. "We need to move further West, that's where Fowler is." "We will die in this storm. We need a place to stay for the night." Amari protested but Mizu reminds she had no say in the matter. "Excuse me for giving some common senses." Mizu doesn't reply instesd used a apple and stuffed it in Amari's mouth.

Thunder than struct and it was near the mountian they were heading. A chaotic wind blows threw them, each of them feeling the cold in their bones. "Master, I think she's right. We won't be able to travel with her tied up and all our things in this rain." More thunder struct.

Relentless Mizu agree. She knew if she was alone she would had gone forward but she has weak people with her, she needed to think of then aswell. "Fine, let's look for a place to spend the night." "I see your using common senses." Another obnoxious voice stated from behind.

Mizu sees a figure in the distance and quickly drew her sword. Before blood shed could accure the man showed open arms and took off his hood, revealing Teigan of all people.

"Taigen?" "In the flesh, even though you left me for death." He dryly applies. He was still upset for Mizu knocking him out and leaving him in the forest, denying his duel. But he had found them even if it took several days.

Ringo was happy to know Teigan was okay and in some way Mizu was too but not as much. "I said I have a mission." "Well so do I. So again, I wait till you finish you quest. Making sure no one kills you but me." He blunted stated.

Taigen picks up Amari's bag and umbrella, using it to protect only himself from the rain. "This way, there's a small inn near here I know of. We can make it within a hour if we head through here." He start leading the group and they all follow.

Amari hated Teigan using her umbrella as she was being carried like a potato sack over Ringo's shoulder but she was also grateful for him using it. He will be knocked out from the powder soon.

The four reach the inn in a small abandoned town. Taigen alone tried to book them a place but the keeper denies this and tell him to leave. "I had been resting here for years?" "And for years you had also broken everything with your whores. Go to a brothel and spend the night there." The old man rudely chase him away.

The next to try to book a place was Mizu but regardless how much she offered to pay the man wouldn't allow them to enter. "Taigen is not welcome here!" Mizu angry left the Inn and asked Teigan to apologize to the keeper but he refuses. "What did you even do?" "I use to spend nights with girls on my travel here. They were passionate and wild, the most of them. The Inn Keeper had to redo the rooms everytime I left." He gloated.

Mizu than told him he was a savage and shuffed him for his incompetence. This made Teigan feel some offense and ready to fight, duel or just a few needed punches. The two were ready to brawl but Ringo pulled them apart before blows could be given. "You two wanna fight right now? We are soaked to the bones and have no place to sleep or eat!" He scolded the two for the first time.

Amari, left to sit in filthy mud and dirt, looked at her companions and wonder how the gods could had stuck her with such meat heads. She tried to speak threw her rag, getting the attention of the group. Ringo takes her rag off and she could finally spit out the piece of the apple that was stuck in her mouth. "You all are idiots!" Were the first words she decided to announce.

Of course this offended Teigan but Ringo and Mizu had grew accustomed to her insults. She had been calling them Dumplingman and royal bitch for days now.. idiots was in a way a refreshments to the cliche insults.

"Untie me and let me talk to the man. I can get us in." "I rather die." Mizu gave a skeptical glare. Amari doesn't allow this to effect her though. "This is my skill level, princess. I can get him to do as I want." "That's why I don't trust you." "Princess? I guess we all think your delicate." Teigan gloated by Mizu. Mizu only gave him a hard shuff to the back again.

Amari than realise she was one of the rare few in the inner circle to knew that Mizu was female. She wonder if she could use this to her advantage in anyway.

Amari stared at Mizu directly as she spoke, knowing she was the one to convince. "You may not trust me but I have the skill set for the problem at hand. It's or sleep in the rain and get sick, or trust your enemy for a second so BOTH could benefit." Mizu doesn't answer and instead untied Amari. Both Ringo and Mizu giving her skeptical gazes. "You stay near me at all times or else." Mizu warned finally but Amari seemed happy with the arrangement. (A little too happy.)

The gang than walked to the Inn as the Inn Keeper was mopping the pool of water the two previously had left behind. He grew upset seeing them again entering and chase them away but Amari than step between him and them. "I'm sorry sir, forgive me please. My companions only did what they believed was best." She gave him a wholesone smile.

Seeing her rosy lips and cheeks, fair skin and deadly gorgeous eyes, the man couldn't function. Even wet and dirty Amari was a vision. "It's okay my dear, not your fault at all." She gave him a kind smile. She grabbed the man's hand, making soft circles on them. Soothing him in a way he would never imagine. "Sir, we had travel far and this storm outside had taken us greatly off course. Tomorrow it's my wedding day and as a young bride I could never arrive at my new home sick and disformed. My family is very pour, we have only a little money to pay for this Inn. If you could aid a young bride to be, I would be internally grateful." She showed off her limited used, dimple smile.

It doesn't take Amari much and the man open his inn to them. He welcome them all and asked them if they need anything. "A hot bath for all four of us, my brothers and I sure would like to be warm." A innocent smile this time and the man was like her puppet.

He wanted Amari and the gang to have the best of comfort. "A bride like you should be treated like a goddess." He quickly handed her a towel to clean herself up.

The man then handed the keys to Amari which Mizu takes from her. "My sister stays with me, her virtue is my protection." Mizu stated. The man only nodded, understanding a protective brother.

Amari was tired of Muzi by now but had to keep the act for the group. She did not want to sleep in the rain nor change her lie. A simple lie is the best lie.

Mizu and Amari got the masters bedroom which included a dining and sitting area. Ringo and Teigan got a secondary room that were linked enter to Mizu's room. The Inn keepers family started with a bath where they comb Amari's long hair, did her nails and treated her as royalty. Mizu was only there to stare at her prisoner's luxury treatment.

Amari speaks to the Inn Keepers wife that tells her everything on how great marriage will be and how Amari must behave on her wedding night. The two bond over the subject fondly.

Mizu sees Amari's nipples expose once more. Pink, round and hard. Mizu had never felt this way about a girl and the more she sees Amari's body and power over people, even if she doesn't like it, she admires it. Amari was strong, sensual and very alluring. Something about her could just hold your attention.

Teigan had entered the room and sees Mizu gawking at Amari, teasing at him for it. "So you have a boner for your prisoner." Were his loud obnoxious words. Mizu gave a simple side glare. She had, had enough of motor mouths for the day. "I don't have a boner for her." She said offensive but cause of this Teigan knew he was right.

He tried to take a peak at Amari but Muzi showed him away, demanding he leaves the room. "She's not a side show for you to gawk about." "But it's okay when you do it?" They go back at forth with another with Amari seeing the scene but not breaking her smile or focus from the nice lady.

Amari than sees Teigan trying to provoke Mizu rapidly and tries to intervene, dismissing the lady. She than pours her a glass and offers it to the both of them. They see her leg hunginy out of the tub with her long hair in several messy curls,almost like she had the best sex of her life.

"Teigan, would you like to join me? You and Mizu?." She teases. Muzi of course knew she couldn't leave the two alone. Amari would have her way with Teigan in seconds and escape. But Teigan, no shame or hesitation, got out of his robes. His naked glory were on display for the both of the ladies and only one dared to look. Amari found him handsome, he surely had a warrior's build and truly had nothing to be ashamed about.

Amari hands the cup to Teigan and offers him to enter the bath but Mizu tells them the act was inappropriate. "Don't forget we are pretending to be siblings. The Inn keepers will-" "Will what? They are wrapped around her finger. We have nothing to worry about." Teigan challeng. Amari doesn't deny or agree, only glad someone more like her had been added to the team.

She states this and cheers to the man, allowing him to put his legs in the tub. "C'mon Mizu, show what you have to offer or is what they say about a white man's dinger true?" Teigan mocked.

Amari gave a hardy laugh but in truth did not find the subject amusing, but she couldn't show it. Being vindictive was too important for her image. "Yea Mizu, at the springs I already saw you. You have nothing to be ashamed about. I bet Teigan will be more impress than me." She took along gulp of her red wine.

Amari's cheeks had become even more flushed. Her wet hair sticking to her cheeks and her fair skin desirable in the water. Mizu was aroused but she shouldn't had been. She looked at Amari.. not understanding if she wanted to drown her or throw her on the bed. 'Was pretending to be a man effecting her sexaulity? For not so long ago she even felt a desire for Teigan and now all his glory met her eyes. Both of the most sexual appealing people she had met was now in display and looking truly welcoming.

Amari decided to leave the tub and with slow gawking steps went to Mizu. "I know you like him and I know you have a lot to hide, but this is a moment without shame. You can be your true self between us." She carefully whisper in her ear.

Teigan watches Amari's back, who was round like he likes it. He felt shame for not even considering Akeni at this moment but later that will be on his mind. Now he wanted the temptress priestess.

Amari slowly unroped Mizu but Mizu quickly grapped her wrist and pinned her down against the wall. Amari, unhappy, glared at Mizu violently. "You really know how to suck the fun out of everything." Mizu continues to pin Amari's one wirst against the wall, also unhappy with Amari's actions.

Mizu could understand Amari knew Teigan didn't know of her true identity. Mizu also knew that Amari was trying to make her uncomfortable on purpose. How she had gotten to know Amari, the only reason Amari has done it was cause she likes it. She liked the drama, to get under someone's skin, especially Mizu's.

"God, it must be tiring to be so broken inside!" Mizu rudely commented. This cut Amari and with her free hand she tried to slap Mizu but again caught and now both hands pinned against the wall. Amari planned for it and kicked Mizu off of her.

Mizu falls to the ground and rolls to her feet again as Amari grabbed a oil lamp and lunged at Mizu. The girls threw back and forth quick shots as Amari tried to get one good hit. But Mizu easy and swiftly kept evading. Only when Amari lost her form did Mizu give on strike, a sweeper kick that send Amari to the floor again.

Teigan dumbfoundly sees as the two went back and forth, not knowing to intervene or enjoy the show. He decided with the second one.. he too liked getting under Mizu's skin.

Amari kicks Mizu's feet from under her and it send Mizu for the first time to fall on the coach Amari was, but on Amari aswell. They both looses their breathe on the impact. Mizu turns off of Amari and onto her back, giving Amari enough time to choke her.

Mizu doesn't struggle to break free from her weak arms and throws Amari back on her backside, getting on top and pinning both legs and arms down. "Give it a rest! You never beat me in a fair fight." Mizu warned.

Amari stared up at Mizu. Tension filled the room with the two females. Amari's passion warm Hazel eyes meeting Mizu's cold, determined blue eyes. Their breathe heaves heavily as one. Both angry, both intense.. Teigan had lost all focus of amusement and instead felt like a third wheel. Their fight had more sexual passion than what he has given to any woman.

"You say I'm broken but at least I feel, blue eye demon!" Amari spat in Mizu's face. Mizu takes a deep breathe, angry but knows aswell it all is pointless. They both had hurt each other.. extremely deeply.

"Well, I think that's enough." Teigan had pulled his golden rope on before he pulled Mizu off of Amari. He told both of them to keep their cool. "You fight like snakes, your entanglement seems confusing. I don't know if you wanna fuck each or kill." "KILL" Both applied simultaneously.

Teigan stared back at the two.. they had no idea how alike they were he realise. "I'm not so sure. But this love affair shall not be the death of me. You owe me a duel, tomorrow at dawn we fight. Last man walks away." Teigan reminds Mizu.

Mizu couldn't believe he still was on the matter of their duel. "I said at the second of autumn. I still have three to kill." "Which you won't succeed in." Amari adds her side note but neither made a comment. "I can't wait that long to regain my honor by then Akeni-" "Who you had abandoned and would just now cheated on. What about her? You clearly don't care about her." "That's not true! I love her-" "No, I agree with that at least. If you love her you wouldn't had been desiring me." She took the bottle he was drinking and went to the bed.

Mizu gave a wondering stare at Amari but the girl seemed again unintrested, like seconds ago they weren't fighting.

"You too will kill each other." Teigan took a sip of the glass Amari had left in his hand. Within second the man who was ready to regain his honor had hit the tub and then the floor. Mizu looked at the scene in horror but Amari still seemed none bother. "It finally happened." She shook her head.

Mizu checked on Teigan to see if he was fine. Her heart went in ease realising he was still breathing. "What did you do to him?" Mizu demanded to know but Amari rolled her eyes, emptied her bottle and calmly went to the door. Just as expected the lady of the inn had brought her towels. Amari thanked her and told the lady she was ready to sleep now, her brothers wants to have an important conversation with her.

The lady thought it would be the 12/20 rule and so left the two, for she couldn't see Teigan. Mizu demanded again to know what happened but Amari assured her Tiegan was only asleep. "Why did he past out then?" "It's what happened when you mix the hormone powder of the Ravlon plant with wine. You fall in a deep sleep." She then set the towels under his head.

"But he never had the plant near him." "Oh my goodness Mizu, let it go." "No!" Amari grunted but explained her umbrella was made of the plant and it had a apartment instore into it. When a person open the umbrella they breathes in all the plant powered and when they have wine later or after a few hours they fall in a sudden deep sleep. "He won't die?" "No, he only used the umbrella once. You need to at least use it for a few days to die." "But you use it." Amari doesn't answer her this time.

That's a deep scar of her past she doesn't want to answer. "He will sleep till morning, but that knock was hard so it might belonger. He will survive I assure though. He's too stubborn on your duel to die."

Amari had finally gotten dress in her pink gown. She asked Mizu if she would like to bathe but Mizu denies this. "You were in the cold rain with us. The water is still hot and now no one will harress you." "But your still here." Amari smirked at the comment.

The two definitely had chemistry.

"No man will harres you." Thunder then struck again and Amari got Ringo to take Teigan to his bed. "I wish you two sweet dreams." "Your such a sweet gaint." Amari smiled. She could've hurt Ringo when he was alseep but never does, he wasn't like other men.

Mizu with Tiegan and Ringo gone finally took a bathe, and as Amari claimed the water was still warm. Amari sees the bruises on Mizu's body especially her cut on Mizu's shoulder, it will definitely leave a scar.

Mizu had turned her back to Amari but was aware the girl could try to strangle her at any moment but Amari stated she was tired and wanted to rest, which she had done. Hours past and only when the storm was restless did Amari wake.

Mizu was still in the bath which Amari knew had gone cold by now. "Your not asleep yet?" Mizu came out of her meditation and hears the soft voice of Amari behind her. "No." Amari asked if Muzi wasn't cold yet but she reassured she had already water boiling on the fire.

Amari offers to pour the water into the tub which made Mizu suspicious. "I won't attack you. If I flee now I will have to travel in this storm." More thubder struck and the rain was heavily falling like bolders. Amari wasn't build to survive a storm like that nor if she had to take Mizu's body.

Amari doesn't wait for an apply and instead pour the water into the tub for Mizu. She added a few oils and lidt more candals. The room was warm from the fire, the aroma of cherry blossoms and lavender filing the air. The room was so steamy that they could barely see each other.

Amari was like a ghost in the mist. Her movement still delicated as she aidded Mizu. She poured more water and this time her cleavage showed profoundly, catching the sharp and striking eyes of Mizu.

Mizu never knew what to expect from Amari. One second she's helpful and the next she tries to attack her. The one thing she knew about Amari she was set on her goals, ragardless if she fails she keeps trying. "Lay back, I want to massage your head." Mizu still suspicious relaxs her head against the water before Amari started massaging it and pouring warm water over her head. Her touch against Mizu was soft, soothing. She couldn't even remember if her mother took soft care of her as a child.

Amari sees Mizu's long legs not fitting in the tub. Her body was covered in oils and water but her silhouette could be seen through it. Mizu was beautiful, stunning and so so desirable for the girl. Amari had to cross her legs as she felt her dirty mind think unspeakable thoughts. 'Not again.'

Mizu asked Amari what she was thinking but Amari only tells her to relax. She deep scrubs into Mizu's head, down her neck and massages her shoulders but instead of relax Mizu flinched in pain. "The cut, please be gentle." Amari sees the destruction she caused on Mizu. "I'm really sorry about that." "To cut me or betraying me?" The sweet moment passes.

Amari could defend herself but the days she spend with Mizu she too enjoyed. Mizu wasn't like the demon she thought she was. The stories Amari heard of Mizu was she was a cold half blood murder. Amari thought Fowler had send her off to finally get her killed but instead Mizu had a strength complexity. She was kinder than what she expected.

Throughout her act Mizu showed patient, with her and Ringo who Amari knew wasn't how Mizu would usually be. She didn't come across as patient. When Mizu killed the mute and deft girl of madam Kanji, she saw Mizu showed remorses. Mizu could had fled but instead defend madam Kanji and her brothel, killing 500 men. Mizu was a warrior, she was honorable.. she wasn't a white demon like people made her out to be.

Amari felt shame for her actions but she had no choice. "Mizu I am sorry, for cutting you and tricking you but please understand I had no choice." She said softly, fearful.

Mizu could tell Amari was haunted by something. Mizu took Amari's hand and ledt her to the side of the bath. Undressing her and inviting her into the tub. "You want me to bathe with you?" Mizu nodded at her.

The girl slowly undresses Amari again. Mizu stood tall against Amari, her body like a soldier but so much better for her curves and edges that made Amari wetter and wetter by sight. The girl's nipples went hard and when Mizu's not so gentle touch pulled the kimono from her chest, exposing her well ripped breast.. she had to make her hands double touch her hard nipples.. Mizu had to feel them.

Amari became breathless by the touch, her legs now harder pressing against each other, hiding her desire. When Mizu threw Amari's robe from her body, she saw the wetness and did not know how to respond. She let her hands run over Amari's hip, her waist.. her bum.. how she was so firmly but curvey build. It was a body worth going into war for.

How much Mizu wanted Amari she felt something holding her back. "Forgive me Amari, I-" Amari shushes her.

The moment for both was intense and instead of giving an answer Amari took Mizu's hand and let her touch her secret place. Mizu was surprised to know Amari was as wet as her. "Amari?" "You have nothing to be ashamed about. I feel what you feel." Amari reassure. Mizu had never been with a woman, and only been with one man. Amari somehow knew this by how ashamed Mizu seemed.. a shame that matched her own.

Instead of letting the shame and the unknown get the two girls, Amari decided she won't let the opportunity escape her. Even when she thought Mizu was a men. Her desire to kiss her then was also real. Amari entwined her and Mizu's hands, slowly started to kiss her neck and went down her chest. Mizu did not fight it, nor deny it. If Amark will grab a knife and stap her in a few minutes then it may happen but Amari's warm breathe against her skin was a feeling she couldn't deny herself anymore.

Amari touches Mizu's breast, squeezing them gently. Kissing her nipples, liking her edge until Mizu chest started heaving so much and fast her body became warmer than the fire that lidt the room. Mizu closes her eyes, taking in Amari's hot touch on her skin. It felt like knives sticking her.. but in a way that felt so good. The tension between the two were sharp and needed to be cut.

Amari worked down Mizu's body till she reached her warm, soft pussy. Amari let her tongue play with Mizu's clit, a sensation Mizu never knew went across her chest, down her spine and up her toes. Amari wanted her pussy so badly, and with her mouth showed it. Her tongue did not spare to explore every part of Mizu's inside. How good Mizu tasted.. it was a drug Amari couldn't get enough of. Her wet pussy giving so much juice it went down Amari's mouth, Mizu's tigh. Amari loved how much desire was showed by Mizu by her display of her juices.. a euphoric sensation took her. The tip of her tongue graceful parting her pussy.. teasing her so much and sucking sweetly by passionate her clit.

Muzi wanted to fight a moan, Amari was just to skilled in this. It made Muzi somewhat nervous but Amari could tell. She pulled away from Mizu, a stop Mizu did not want to happen.

Amari rises again, entwining her hands with Mizu again. "Don't think, let your body do what it must. What happens here stays betweeen us." Amari tucked some of Mizu's hair behind her ear again. There was something nore genuine to Amari which Mizu found confort in. Her desire was still there Amari could tell but she didn't want a stiff interaction with Mizu. They both wanted this and deserved it, Amari wanted to make this special for them.

Mizu nopped, trusting Amari for once. Amari kissed her neck again softly biting it and it made Mizu moaned. She wanted to touch Amari but did not know where. Amari sucks on the swet skin of Mizu, feeling her breast before her hand reach Mizu's now dripping pussy. Amari loved how wet Mizu was for her.. she wanted to bring Mizu to her edge. Sooner than later. The warrior will have several rounds tonight.. the first one will be innocent fun.

Amari for the first time entered Mizu's tight pussy. How sweet her fingers felt in her folds. Mizu was warm and the smallest touch made her toes curl. Amari goes in and out, slowly at first but the quicker she went the deep her finger were. Mizu didn't even know some of the parts Amari reached exsisted inside of her. Amari felt het hand wet, dripping.. how she longed for those juices now but seeing how Mizu was enjoying herself.. it made her pussy vibrate and hungry with desire.

"Say my name Mizu." "What?". "I want you to say my name." Mizu doesn't argue and instead moaned Amari's name as she wished. The harder and more she moaned, the better it felt when Amari was inside of her. Amari thought about fisting Mizu, but her pussy was so tight and warm.. she didn't want to ruin it. She instead used her thumb to play with Mizu's clit as three of her fingers entered.

Mizu had to grab onto Amari, her hand wanted to play with Amari's pussy so badly but her knees became weak with the sensation. She couldn't think avout anything than how good Amari felt inside of her. Muzi begs that Amari would go faster, a bit harder. Amari liked how she was getting mlre vocan and onto there fun.

With her last pinky finger Amari enters Mizu and now Mizu had to hold onto Amari's shoulders. Amari went deeper and deeper, close to fisting but not so rough. Mizu moaned harder and harder, chanting Amari now. Amari kissed her mouth hungrily, her tongue now also invading Muzi. Muzi couldn't stay by buy open her legs more and allowed her tongue to play with Amari's. Their mouth dripped from slobby but tasteful kisses. Amari pulled Mizu even closer, her pussing now spreaded to her.

Amari wanted to make Mizu cum and so had to pull away from her soft lips but both their mouths now swollen of how rough they kissed each other. Hunginy Amari went back to Mizu's neck, biting and sucking.. tears now overwhelming Mizu's eyes of the pleasure.

Mizu was near climax, Amari knew. She leaves the wonderful neck of Mizu and went back down to her pussy. She will cum nowhere else than Amari's mouth.

Amari takes Mizu's leg over her shoulder and deep with her tongue and finger entered the warrior. The rain was hitting hard the windows, the steam now even more from their bodies and bath. But the passion and hunger between the two was more than the electric storm oustide.

Mizu moaned, grabbed onto Amari's hair. Her body was taking way too much. The warm bath had made her clit so much sensitive and Amari wasn't playing around. That woman knew how to lick, to suck and to take Mizu like she was there before but in truth.. Amari was addicted to the deliciousness of Mizu's pussy juice. A necture so sweet she wanted it all. Amari's hot breathe alone against Mizu swollen and sensitive pussy was alone enough to make her moan but that skillful tongue.. Mizu wanted to pass out of how good Amari was playing with her warm insides.

Amari licked all her walls, softly sucked her clit and then spit in it to let her finger fill her once again, sucking her clit so damn good Mizu needed to cum or she pass out. Her body was shaking of how overwhelmed Amari made her feel.

Amari opens her lips more, parting Mizu's pussy like no dick has ever before. Mizu wanted to asked her to stop but Amari's finger reentered and her mouth still sucked and and tongue still played with her clit.

Tears overwhelmed Mizu as she reached climax.. the passion was just too good. And as Amari wanted Mizu cum so hard.. she squirted all over Amari's mouth.

When Mizu finished she saw stars. She could barely stand and had to fall back in the bath. Amari stood up satisfied. Mizu looked destroyed, all the air in her gone.

Mizu slightly open her eyes to see her cum dripping from Amari's mouth. And as a normal person would wipe it off Amari licked it all up. She declared she wanted more. "Never tasted pussy juice so good." Amari than got into the tub and onto Mizu.

The two had only once shared a kiss. A few nights after they met. Amari kissed Mizu when she thought she was asleep but Mizu wasn't. Mizu kissed back and Amari never even knew.

Amari grabbed Mizu by her jaw and kissed the girl passionately. Mizu was still overwhelmed from her orgasm but she too couldn't get enough of Amari. Her senses shaked violently from what she experienced but she fought threw.. she wanted more of Amari. She NEEDED more of Aamei.

Mizu kissed back, her tongue entering Amari's mouth and taking in her own juices. Amari liked how dirty Mizu could get. Their tongues went back and forth, Mizu pulleding Amari even closer to her as if their bodies could become one.. which she wish they would.

Mizu held Amari strong against her body, her hand now reaching down to feel Amari too. Mizu expected Amari to be loose but to her surprise her pussy was so tight her fingers had trouble getting inside. "Your still a virgin?" Mizu had to asked. Amari smirked, just taking Mizu's hand and guiding her safely inside of her. "I don't do men." She hungrily kissed Mizu again.

The two went back and forth all night, until the bath fell over on how they were fucking. They did not stop though. Amari would spread Mizu's legs apart, until their pussy were rubbing against each other. A good sensation neither actually new but how wet their were both new it felt good. Mizu would grabbed Amari's hand and entwined their fingers, a support as they pussy fucked each other so hard.. the climax reaching Amari and letting her cum hard against Mizu's pussy. The quick study that Mizu is though, she threw Amari back and licked her pussy good.

Amari wanted to beg Mizu to not stop but her body couldn't take how good Mizu made her feel especially after she just came. Mizu loved how tight Amari was but needed it to spread for her. She sees a banana on the table and without asking Amari enter her. Amari toes curl of how painful but good it felt. "Now I wanna please you more." Mizu carefully started to fuck Amari with the banana as her fingers played deeply with her clit. Amari will remember her, her pussy will remember her. Mizu wanted Amari's pussy all to herself.. fucking it until Amari tells her its only her's.

They went several rounds that night until both past out from exhaustion. In the end they couldn't speak of how tired they felt but dangg did they also feel good and alive. Their bodies vibrating with pleasure.

When morning came the two were past out on the bed. 18 times they went the previous night and anyone who was inside the inn heard their moans. Amari and Muzi spared no expense. In the tub, against the wall, on the floor.. the room were in pieces after them.. features still in the sky of how much fun and passion the girls had. Pillows were ripper, coaches opened by their nails as they held onto as the other fucked them raw. The night was a night that no one would ever forget. No one in that inn fucked so good and passionate like those two.

When Mizu woke she was holding Amari. Amari laid safely in Mizu's arms, small and nuzzled against her chest. Mizu did not drink but after the night she had she needed a bottle.

Mizu didn't want to let Amari go.. she seemed so sweet and at ease in her arms. The night was passionate, insane... neither knew they could feel so good and yet overwhelmed by a single touch. Mizu carefully moved out of Amari's arms and to the table of wine. The bottle had fallen to the ground as they were attacking each other throughout the room. But there was still a glass that had a small amount of wine in.

Mizu set her komono and set it on in time when the inn keeper had entered the room. Seeing how destroyed the room looked and how Amari was sleeping naked on the bed.. they knew what hapoened and was horrified. "What can I say.. can't keep my hands off of my wife to be." Was the best lie Mizu could come up with. The inn keeper doesn't say much and instead left the room quickly. She was horrified at the sight.. the room was destroyed like animals had stampeed through it. Teigan destroyed the room on many occasions but but marks against the windows? How did they even do that?

"I'm happy the feeling isn't one sided." Amari commented. Mizu sees the goddess with hair now loose curls and all around her body. Her body now with bite marks, crawl marks and many hickeys.. even on the inside of her tigh. Seeing how the morning sun hit through Amari's hair and body.. she looked like a flower in bloom. Mizu doesn't think and instead threw her cup down and went back to take Amari. Kissing her like she for the first time seeing her in years.

The two went another round.. this time Teigan woke by the sound of their voices moaning and grunting. Ringo and him didn't know if they were fighting or fucking but by the sound of the bed breaking from their activities, they both could guest how much fun Mizu was having.

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I hope you can handle the silent Strom inside me cause I don't speak during it....