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cinnamonest · 4 years ago

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Razor (Genshin Impact) - Yandere Profile

@bleachlemon

I'm glad you are ok with it because oh boy do I have some very very n a s t y noncon-y thoughts about our wolfboi. We love a dense boy, not a single thought in his empty, horny lil brain. Head empty, just horny for y/n.

I also have the big horny™ for any cross between boys and canines... Does smth for me. As if my favoritism wasn't obvious by how much I've written below lmao

tw: general yandere content, violence, mentions of n/sfw

tw below cut: breeding, heavy noncon, like jfc this is nasty, misogynistic

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

The biggest issue with Razor is his complete and total lack of restraint. He sees no need for it, he has no real concept of social norms. Wolves don't really practice restraint on... anything. When they see something they want to kill, they kill it, when they see something they want to have, they have it, when they're mad, they attack, when they're hungry, they eat.

So in a way, he's perfectly lucid, but doesn't act as a normal lucid person who understands social norms would do. He knows that you give him some burning, fluttery feeling, and that he enjoys having you around, and that he gets sad when you have to leave. He's perceptive enough to know it's the same urge that drives humans to form their long-term mate partnerships. If that's what they refer to as "love," he'll readily adopt that term as a way to describe what he feels. What he doesn't get is everything between point A and point Z. No point in all the "courtship" and "marriage" and other human customs -- he doesn't need to "date" to know you're the one, and he doesn't need some signed paper to signify he loves you. In his mind, it's perfectly logical to expect you to immediately come live out in Wolvendom with him. You did accept all his courtship signs, after all.

Wolves are very straightforward with it, you see. Their courtship includes going for walks side-by-side, close to each other, which you did when you let him guide you through the woods. Wolves will rest their head or legs on the other, and you let him rest his head on your shoulder (even if you flinched with surprise when he did, uncomfortable but too nice to say anything). He even when to the extent of engaging in human mating rituals -- you accepted all those gifts he hunted down, and you smiled when he said nice things about how pretty you are, how nice you smell.

So in other words, you've basically already accepted him as a mate. That's what he's perceived, and changing his initial perceptions is not easily accomplished.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

One of the most likely, and definitely the fastest. Possibly after meeting you a single time. He can't take the risk of you not coming back.

He won't be very subtle or sneaky about it either, not tricking you into walking right into captivity, nor drugging you or taking you in your sleep. It's very straightforward - it's not like there's anyone in Wolvendom to hear you, so he has no problem just slinging you over his shoulder and carrying you off. He kinda gets why you'd panic, so he reassures you that no, he's not gonna eat you or anything, you're just going home.

Don't worry about the pack - they won't eat you either, or even hurt you. He's already told them not to. He gets why you might be frightened by the massive, snarling creatures and their massive teeth and eyes that shine in moonlight, but he'll make sure you get used to them and accept them as your family, just like he has.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

That depends. Can you fight off two 180-pound masses of claws, teeth, and muscle? If so, sure, it'll be easy. If not... you'll have some issues.

He's lucky to have such a loyal pack that will help him with these things - they don't exactly understand why you'd want to leave, but they know you're not supposed to. Even when he has to leave you, which isn't often, he'll leave a few of them around to watch you. To make sure no one comes and steals you or anything - and of course, the implication that it's to make sure you don't run away, either. He doesn't really get why you would, but he's come to the realization, based on what you've tried to tell him, that you miss your family and friends. And he gets that, he really does, but in the end, he's selfish at his core, and his empathy for you isn't enough for him to just let you go.

He sleeps latched onto you, arms wrapped around you, so it's not a good idea to try. Your best bet is to wait for a time he's gone and distract the wolves with something, which isn't too hard, and run for it. But even if you do manage to escape, you won't be for long. They can smell you from a mile away and will use your scent to pinpoint you down within a few minutes. They don't exactly have any gentle ways of taking you down and bringing you back, either. They're basically going to have to use their teeth, so it's better if you don't struggle - you'll just hurt yourself.

If he catches you, though, he'll just get huffy and angry, and much like when initially taking you, he'll just pick you right up and bring you back. He's not opposed to stealing ropes and the like from the passing knights, and tying knots isn't too difficult to figure out.

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Poor boy is very easy to lie to and manipulate. Head empty, not many thoughts up there. However, you'll have to be clever about it, because most of the time, even if he believes you, he doesn't care. Sure, you can easily convince him that it's normal for human couples to sleep separately... But that's not going to stop him from curling up with you, because that's what he does. That's what wolves do.

He will, however, be somewhat easily manipulated into getting you things you want, if he thinks it'll make you happy. However, obtaining things you want will almost definitely come in the form of theft, or worst case scenario, the body of a passer-by that just so happened to have something you wanted visibly on their person.

If he finds out you lied to him on something, he'll get pouty and grumpy. It's not pleasant, but it's better than the rage reaction of some yanderes.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

His life revolves around you, and yours should revolve around him. That's how mates are. You can go for walks in the woods! You can take naps in the sun together! You can spend literal hours mating! Why would you need anything else?

That being said, he's always had a uniqueness from the wolves in that he's awake more - wolves sleep about 14 hours a day, him only about 8 or 9. You'll definitely be getting a lot more sleep than you would back home, but you'll have a few precious hours to yourselves. It makes him happy - it used to be time he spent all alone, a reminder of how he didn't truly fit in with humans nor wolves. But now, you have that time together! He's willing to do most anything you want, so long as you're together. He's always had some adaptative differences he practices by himself - making fires, cooking food on them, wearing clothes. If you want to go exploring, you can do that, if you want to make food, you can do that too. He'll even accommodate you if you want to do useless things, like your insistence on teaching him to read, or practicing his speech.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

It's fairly simple. Don't leave. That's really the one big one.

He's actually not one to make a rule against fighting him - he'll see it as you wanting to play fight, wrestling, which wolves do all the time. It's fun, even if it's easy for him to win. And it's exciting when you fight back, in a weird way.

Don't make contact with other humans, if you see them. Oh, and he'll want you to report to him everything you did or saw while he was gone hunting.

Generally, if he gives you a command, which isn't too much, he expects you to follow it. In his mind, he's the male, he's supposed to tell you what to do. Isn't that how it usually works with humans too?

If you're too disobedient, he'll get grumpy. Honestly, his most likely form of dealing with it is to wrestle you to the ground, and essentially hold you down until you comply or agree to whatever he wants.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Rip.

But seriously. No, they're not going to last. He's one of the more paranoid ones, because deep down he's aware of how little he understands. For all he knows, every human male that talks to you could be doing what you call "flirting." Hell, didn't some girls like other girls too? How does he know which ones do and which ones don't? That means everyone is a threat, and he can't let threats get in the way.

He's not one of the ones to be subtle or try to hide it from you. He will probably try a little bit if he knows it's one of your family or friends whose blood is soaking his clothes when he comes back to you, but if it's random, he might even be proud. Look at that, he took down a whole search party that came looking for you all by himself! It's proof of his strength and dominance, and you should be happy that you have a strong mate to protect you! And he doesn't really empathize well - if you're upset, he will explain exactly that to you, and insist you change how you see things. Humans are so strange, being upset that your mate is able to protect you. You'll see why it's a good thing eventually, he's sure.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

He gets frustrated pretty easily. It's usually just a lack of understanding, in his mind, you're being unnecessarily difficult almost all the time. He has told you a million times he doesn't care about whatever is normal for humans, yet you continuously bring it up, and that's a bit irritating. He'll huff and sigh and clamp a hand over your mouth if you're going on about it, and if you really refuse to shut up about it, there are a variety of ways of making you quiet - or distracting you from complaints.

He's got an immature streak, as he never really had anyone around to teach him otherwise. So he gets very pouty, a little bit aggressive and forceful when it comes to being upset over something or getting his way. If he wants attention and you're not giving it to him, he won't hesitate to just take whatever you're holding and focused on of your hands and toss it to the side.

On the positive side, he's never going to be passive aggressive. He's always straightforward and has no hesitation to tell you exactly how he's feeling.

If he's genuinely, truly furious, he can get violent. He'll probably apologize and definitely feel bad, licking all the little wounds. He wouldn't try to do anything so bad as bone breaking or severely hurting you, but might accidentally lose control of his own strength.

Do they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

More or less an equal. Not much to say here, as, to be honest, that sort of thing hasn't really crossed his mind. He doesn't waste time with thoughts of relative value, he just knows he loves you and wants you.

Subconsciously, it would be slightly below. Due to a very natural upbringing, he automatically associates males as being the leaders and alphas, while females are... Well, puppy-making machines. Don't try to accuse him of any sort of sexism or anything - he can't even really wrap his head around the concept, much less understand why it's wrong to acknowledge how much weaker you are than him. If you need proof of that, he can easily wrestle with you and prove it.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

Pretty highly determined. He mistakes a lot of things as signs of love, though. You might be only complying out of fear or exhaustion, but he won't be able to tell, he's not good with facial expressions, so he thinks it's a sign you're accepting him.

Honestly, he's one of the ones that, albeit unintentionally, will kind of guilt you into acceptance. You inevitably feel bad for him, you can tell how lonely he really is, and how desperately he loves you, wants you to love him. His intentions aren't malicious, and it's actually difficult to truly resent him, unlike some yanderes. Ironically, it reaches a point where rejecting him sometimes really does feel like kicking a sad little stray puppy in the rain - it makes you feel awful when he gets sad and quiet.

While there are a lot of yanderes who would be a lot more earnest and striving to serve and please you, which he doesn't really do, he's probably one of the most patient yanderes when it comes to this. He doesn't care if it takes the rest of your lives. He'll never give up or just settle for having you with him, he'll be loving you and trying to be reassured of your love till the day he dies, if that's what it takes.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Primarily, it's hard to emphasize how significantly his lack of human socialization impacts his yandere behaviors.

Most yanderes are forced to acknowledge the inherent wrongness of their actions - some will accept it and not care that it's wrong, some sadists enjoy knowing it's wrong, some will delude themselves into justifying it, some will try their best to act within moral boundaries or make up for their wrongness somehow. But all in all, they all have to face the reality of the situation and understand that what they're doing is considered wrong.

Razor's not like that. He doesn't really take the moral aspect into consideration. To him, the whole idea is simply a human thing entirely. It doesn't matter what humans do. He views the world in a very black and white sense. Morality is a more abstract concept, what's more important is how things are relative to himself - what he wants.

Tends to communicate in strange ways. Excess emotions, too much happiness or anger or whatever can make him forget his words, so there's a lot of subtle communication through grunts, whimpers, growls. Over time, you learn how to distinguish between the various noises and body language and what they mean.

Will lick you. It's weird. It's kinda gross. But it's just how he shows affection. He tends to get carried away with kisses, ending up lapping at your lips, licking your neck and collarbones, nuzzling his head into you.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

Scientifically speaking, male sex drive is heavily boosted by testosterone. Testosterone can be greatly increased by heavy physical activity, eating high amounts of meat, sun exposure, and is even directly correlated to spending large amounts of time outdoors.

You see where this is going.

Very high drive, very touchy, and no reservations, no shame. Thank whatever deity you care to recognize in Tevyat that you're isolated from other people out in the woods, because he has no concept of norms or appropriateness, and trying to get him to understand is a fruitless effort. You're wasting your time trying to explain the idea that groping and touching out of the blue is considered rude, or that most human men take issue with being very visibly, very noticeably hard and would likely try to conceal it, not just sit there with the blatant bulge poking forward... His response will only be that you're far away from humans, so it shouldn't matter. He's just trying to show you he loves you, that's why he insists on grinding into you all the time, staring at your body, humping you when you're curled up together quite ironically like a horny dog.

Unfortunately, he basically just does not know how to be gentle or slow about it. He can start off trying to be slow and soft if you beg for it, but once you're actually laying there and he's in you, he gets caught up in instinct and the heat of the moment, and just kinda... forgets about that whole "slow and gentle" thing, opting to just rut you as hard and fast as possible.

He doesn't talk much during sex. He already has some trouble forming sentences in normal times, you can't expect him to when he's fucking. You won't get a lot of words besides the occasional, "good, feels good," or little commands, but you will get a lot of animalistic noises - possessive growls, little whines of pleasure. He doesn't have any sense to hold back on his noises.

He's also the least likely to care about things like shaving, periods, or imperfections. Which is good, but you also can't use those things as an excuse to not fuck, it'll go in one ear and out the other.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

It's not so much an intentional disregard for your willingness, so much as a combo of not really considering it, and thinking it's just something you'll change on. If he's human, and he has the urge, that means surely you do too. Sometimes humans need emotional connections before they want to mate, right? So he just needs to express his love to you. The looping problem there is that fucking you is pretty much his primary way of expressing love. It'll work out in the end, he guesses.

His limited knowledge of humanity also will lead him to certain conclusions. From what he understands, human society often shames females for having sex and wanting sex, right? That's dumb. But their mentality is probably ingrained in your brain, isn't it? That's why you act like this. But don't worry, he's not like the human men. Wolves don't feel that way. You'll understand that with time.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

Biting/Scratching/Marking

It's a natural reaction to him. If he's balls deep in you, mounted on and pounding into your body, thrusting so hard that your body is lurching forward with every movement, he wants a way to hold you still, keep your body in place so that each pounding goes deeper and harder. It's second nature for him to just sink his teeth into your jugular, your neck, your shoulders. As an added bonus, he likes seeing the marks it leaves behind, in addition to how his fingernails that dig into your hips leave little indents in your skin.

Breeding

He doesn't know how to not cum in you. You can't honestly expect him to pull out of you, you're so warm and wet and soft, it would be torture not to reach a climax buried inside that tight heat. You can go on a rant about not wanting to get pregnant, but it'll go in one ear and out the other. He doesn't get it - you're supposed to want to have his pups. Do you not think he's a suitable mate for reproducing? You'll be halfway through explaining why kids aren't in your current agenda before being flipped over and pounded into yet again with his newfound determination to prove his strength and dominance to you. Once you understand that, surely, you'll want all the puppies you can possibly make.

Predator/Prey

This applies mostly to escape attempts. He'll be mad, but it triggers something in him, something instilled by years of hunting down poor little prey animals. The desire to hunt you down, find you, and ruin you. Instead of ripping you apart like he would boars, he can't think of anything but just fucking you up against the nearest tree, the ground, anything. The faster you run, the more afraid you are, the more exciting it is. It's a very primal urge, one that commands all sorts of predators, both in feeding and breeding.

Forced Orgasms

As with many human things, he makes certain discoveries with time about sex. The first time you fuck, it'll probably be too rough for you to really cum, but it'll only be a few days in before your body adjusts to the girth that's frequently inside of you, and you end up spasming all over him - and he's just got this shocked expression, watching with amazement when you clench down and quiver under him. Wait, you mean human females can orgasm too? Not just the men?

From that point forward, he's determined to fuck, lick, grind, and force every orgasm out of you as physically possible. It makes him feel a weird sort of pride and contentment. It's one of the few things that makes him a big smug. Even if you feel like you can't possibly cum any more, he'll try anyway.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

It's your purpose! He has learned that human girls only have one baby at a time, sometimes two, which is nothing compared to how many pups wolves usually have in one litter. That means that you'll have to make up for the lack of quantity of pups with quantity of pregnancies, which means constantly breeding and breeding and making sure every last drop stays inside of you. He doesn't understand why humans would even want to prevent pregnancy, it's the best thing that can happen, it's the whole reason you're alive, and it's a sign that you're his. Like with most things, he knows eventually you'll come around. Once you actually have the pups there in front of you, you'll love it. He knows you will.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

He's a little lacking on the thought process behind punishing. If he's mad, it tends to cloud his thoughts, reverting to a more animalistic state, and he's not gonna have the complex thoughts required to really think through punishment, so it's not gonna be anything complex.

Doesn't really matter, if he's mad, just fucking you is going to feel like a punishment, with him slamming you into the ground, a tree, any rough surface nearby and just rutting you, claw-like fingernails digging into your skin and teeth sinking into your shoulder to hold you in place, a hand clasped around your throat. Fucking is basically the primary outlet he chooses for his emotions, happiness, love, stress, and anger alike, a simple, primal form of expression. If he's mad, he just needs to take it out on something, release all of that force and energy into rough, brutal motions. Normally when he's angry, he'll go hunt down some animal, taking all that anger out on the kill. But, recently he's learned he actually quite prefers to release his anger this way. It's more satisfying and enjoyable, and it deters you from stepping out of line, too. It's not just your average slightly rough fucking, no, it's the kind of fucking that will genuinely hurt you, rutting you over and over until your insides are burning from friction, your walls and cervix so completely bruised and abused you'll feel the throbbing soreness with every movement for days, hands leaving massive bruises all across your hips and shoulders. Not that that's any excuse to not fuck more, no, no soreness will get you out of normal daily routine.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

He has a thing for breasts. They're very unique to humans, it's something he hasn't had the opportunity to see or understand, and he'll spend a lot of time just burying his face in them, licking and sucking. Big or small, doesn't matter. He just likes them.

One more nasty HC i can't not talk about

wait, you mean humans have sex... Facing each other? There are positions other than doggy? It's all he's ever seen. Porn and the internet don't exactly exist in this world. The whole concept blows his mind. He can fuck you AND see your face while he does? He'll nearly faint right then and there, and you'll regret bringing it up once you've gone numb from the repetitive pounding. He'll start asking you what else exists out there, his brain will start thinking of all the different ways to fuck he's never thought about. Once he learns you can ride him, he's in heaven, even if it's not so much riding so much as you sitting on his cock and him bouncing you up and down with such ferocity you can't even move your legs.

Speaking of things he doesn't know about, if you're smart, you make sure he doesn't find out about blowjobs. He'll love it, and it won't be a blowjob so much as him literally fucking your throat, grabbing your head and hair and just wrecking your mouth.

None of it is him trying to hurt you, really. He just doesn't understand how to be gentle. He might get better with time, but he's got a predator-born ferocity, a primal roughness that will always be a part of his nature.

(yes i did research on wolf courtship/mating rituals for this bc i suffer for my art)

#yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere razor #tw: noncon #tw: dark content #yandere profile #tw: misogyny

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greenjacketwhitehatdocmui · 4 years ago

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Those Left Behind, Chapter 4

Well, here it is, chapter 4. This can also be found on FF.net here

or AO3 here.

Sorry about the delay, but I’ve had to deal with quite a bit in the last few months. Hope this was worth the wait!

--Doc

Elsa stood before her father's portrait. A lifetime ago, he'd held her hand and admitted that he'd been very nervous when posing. He thought that he looked stiff and uncomfortable.

She didn't see it that way. To Elsa, her father looked regal and in control, a far cry from her state now. She could only hope to be half as good a ruler as he had been, gates notwithstanding.

Would he have been proud of her? No, who could ever be proud of someone like her? She was a freak, her powers a curse. If only she had been born a normal girl like Anna, none of this would have happened.

For years, she had hoped that someone would tell her that her suffering was not in vain. No, it hadn't been just her suffering. Anna's warm, loving heart had been trampled on so many times with each refusal.

What would her parents think? For years, she'd hoped beyond hope that they were out there somewhere. But she knew that it was a lost cause. They could no longer offer her any advice or comfort. She only had their memories to guide her.

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Anna practically leapt from her bed and changed. Today was the only day that the gates would be open and she wasn't about to waste it!

Now dressed, she paused as she looked outside the window. She'd done so many times in the last three years. She knew that her parents were gone. She still dreamt about them every so often, hoping that they would have some advice to offer.

The moment passed. This wasn't a day to think about the past. This was a day to go out and bask in the sun.

She dashed out of her room without another look backwards. Today was going to be a good day.

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Iduna felt the sunlight on her eyes and groaned. She snuggled closer to Agnarr, who responded with a chuckle.

"And here I thought that you were the early riser," he joked, kissing her on the top of her head. He paused. "Something wrong?"

Reluctantly, she opened her eyes. The interior of their "cabin" certainly wasn't very fancy. It was a bit sturdier than the huts that her family favored. It had been built by everyone in the Arendellian contingent. Fortunately, Captain Hansen had been quite adept at woodworking before he joined the Navy. With his direction and the convenient abundance of fallen wood, the makeshift log cabin had been built fairly quickly. Doing so was more comforting than trying to salvage the remains of their yacht.

(They had tried to reach Ahtohallan after the first month. Before they reached the sea, they found the yacht, empty and wrecked. They scavenged the interior, coming away with a map and a few other items. Agnarr had then carved a marker to commemorate those who were lost.)

Outwardly, Yelana had feigned indifference to the construction effort. In private, however, she'd wondered why the Earth Giants had spared any effort towards anyone from Arendelle. It was a conflict that she couldn't quite reconcile. Her faith in the Spirits didn't mesh with her emotions towards Arendelle.

It had been three years since they'd been trapped in the forest. In that time, Iduna saw how much Agnarr had wanted peace between Arendelle and her family. He did his best to try to work things out. There had been trade agreements, general boundaries drawn out and a crash course in Northuldra etiquette and social norms.

Iduna wondered whether or not it was enough. In the last three years, she could count on one hand the times that the misty sky had almost cleared. One night had been particularly calm and she could have sworn she'd seen a star in a patch of midnight blue. Then the moment passed.

"I'm not sure what we're doing wrong," she admitted quietly. "The mist came because everyone started fighting. But now, nobody's fighting and the mist is still there."

Agnarr said nothing for a moment. He looked at the wall and sighed heavily.

"I know," he said softly. "I've tried everything I could think of. I just wish that the Spirits would say something."

"It doesn't work that way," she reminded him, frustration coloring her voice. "Father once told me that the closest he came to communicating with them was like trying to understand raw emotions. They don't really use words, more like sensations. Then he interpreted their desires as best as he could."

He sighed heavily. He'd pushed himself for what peace he could manage between the two groups. The soldiers and sailors still admired him, followed his orders with almost fanatical zeal. The Northuldra had been...resigned and somewhat accommodating, but hardly enthusiastic.

Oddly enough, it was because they were removed from the castle that they could focus on the main issue: Peace with the Northuldra. Had they been still in Arendelle, they would have been bombarded by servants, townspeople and demanding diplomats.

Then again, they would have been a family. There was never a day that they didn't think of their daughters and how things might have been.

"Do you think that Elsa's having her coronation?" she asked.

Agnarr hummed thoughtfully. "She came of age last December," he said. "This would be the most convenient time for diplomats to come in."

“Can you imagine Anna just going from person to person like a butterfly?” she asked. “She’d be having the time of her life.”

A somewhat wicked little smile made its way on his face. “Can you imagine your mother in that situation? I would feel very sorry for the diplomats.”

“Would you?” she asked. “She’d ruffle their feathers like the peacocks they are. They’d act all indignant until they found out who she was.”

“And then they’d fall all over themselves to apologize.” He chuckled. “That’s quite an image.”

For a long moment, they basked in the impossible dream. Then they sighed and got ready for the day.

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Yelana stepped out of her hut and surveyed the camp. Everyone was busy, the better to keep their minds off of their situation.

She had to admit that things were better now than they had been three years ago. Agnarr had done his best time and again to try to smooth things out between his people and the Northuldra. Iduna's visits were also a factor. Surprisingly, the Arendellian contingent had been behaving themselves.

It was the younger generation who seemed more curious than fearful, she noted. Ryder, Honeymaren and the other children had been raised on tales of how horrible Arendelle had been to their people. After Agnarr and his sailors arrived, however, there were murmurs that the king didn’t seem like a bad sort.

She frowned. She’d fallen in that trap once before with Runeard.

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“Erke, why can’t you be more like Runeard?” she asked her brother-in-law. “He’s a strong leader.”

“What makes him strong?” he gently countered. “Is it because he’s charismatic? Do you admire his ambition? Or is it because he appears `civilized’ compared to us?”

"I just think that there may be better ways to do things," she sighed. "And who knows? Our two nations may become closer in time. After all, Iduna seems quite taken with Prince Agnarr."

He smiled. "I've noticed. She's like Sunna, always following her heart." His smile faded, replaced by a furrowed brow. "Agnarr is a good person, but I'm not certain that Runeard has shown all of himself."

Yelana frowned. "If Runeard means any harm, wouldn't the Spirits intervene?"

"The Spirits trust our judgment. They could intervene in every little injustice, but where would that leave us?" He shook his head. "I think that they're waiting to see what happens. For good or ill, our choices are our own. I think that they'd only act if they had no other choice. And with the power they wield..." he trailed off uncertainly.

"I'm sure that it won't come to that," she said, trying to sound reassuring. "Look, I know that you're cautious of Runeard, but I think that this alliance will benefit all of us."

"Perhaps," Erke allowed. "I still think that the dam is a bit too...grand of a gesture. And when I mention the Spirits, Runeard has an odd look in his eyes.”

“Not everyone is as blessed as our people,” Yelana said. “To have the Spirits on our side, helping us whenever possible—that’s a rare thing.” She offered a reassuring smile. “At least he’s not charging in with an army.”

“I doubt that he’d be foolish enough to try,” he remarked. “Still, once the dam is complete, we can try for further negotiations. I’d like to show Runeard’s people that we aren’t the savages some think we are.”

“Perhaps over a toast?” she suggested. “I think it would be fitting.”

Erke hummed in approval. “A symbol of trust between equals? That sounds like a wonderful idea."

"We can celebrate once the dam is complete," she said. "And maybe in a few years, Iduna and Agnarr..."

He groaned theatrically. "I don't want to think about that now. He's 14 and she's 12, Yelana. I do not want to force them into anything."

"But they are cute together, aren't they?" she gently needled him. "The Wind Spirit likes them both."

"Well, then...Runeard can't be that bad if his son's turned out well," he reasoned.

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Yelana tightened her grip on her staff. She had been such a trusting, naive fool. She had talked her brother-in-law into that fateful toast, which led to Runeard's betrayal. And the Spirits had reacted accordingly.

Never again, she thought to herself. We have paid enough for our mistakes.

A gentle touch on her shoulder interrupted her thoughts. There was only one person she would have allowed that contact.

"Good morning, Yelana," Sunna said brightly. "You're brooding again."

Yelana sighed. "I'm just...checking up on a few things."

She had to admit, Iduna's return had done wonders for Sunna's health. In the three years since the Arendellian contingent had arrived, mother and daughter had reconnected through stories and long walks in the forest. While Sunna wasn't the boundless font of energy she was in her youth, she could easily keep pace with everyone else when it came to the chores.

Technically, Sunna could have resumed leadership from Yelana. However, the former had demurred. After all, blood was not the main requirement for leading the tribe. Yelana had proven herself more than capable, even though she was the younger sister. The tribe supported them both. The most Sunna would interfere with Yelana's decisions would be to whisper a delicately-phrased suggestion.

Iduna gave Sunna a reason to live again, Yelana sighed. Another few years and I'd be alone. She gave me back my sister, not a hollow wreck.

"Iduna and I are going to be gathering herbs," Sunna said. "Is there anything that we should be looking out for?"

Yelana ran through her mental inventory. Thankfully, the tribe was pretty healthy, but there was always the possibility of accidents. Besides, the Arendellians were more than happy to take whatever herbal remedies were offered.

"We could use some more spruce resin," Yelana said. "You know how the boys can get." She smirked at her little nickname for the Arendellian sailors.

Sunna sighed. "Give someone a staff and they can walk with it. Give someone a sword and they feel the urge to stab." She shook her head. "I have never liked swords, even before..."

"I know," Yelana said gently. For a moment, they were transported back to simpler times. Both sisters in their prime had been fierce staff fighters, something that Erke had appreciated. The moment passed. "Iduna will be waiting outside. You should get going."

Sunna gently squeezed Yelana's shoulder. There was an odd hesitation in her eyes. "I dreamt of snow last night," she blurted out.

Yelana arched an eyebrow. "Snow? In July?" she asked dubiously.

"It's the strangest thing," Sunna admitted. "It's not like when the Spirits communed with--with Erke," she got out awkwardly. "I don't get visions, not like some of our ancestors. I'm just...ordinary."

Yelana rolled her eyes. "`Ordinary?'" she repeated. "You are anything but ordinary." She paused. "Go on, Iduna's waiting. She'll probably storm the camp soon."

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"A vision of snow?" Iduna asked. She'd knelt down to gather some herbs. Her royal clothing had proved to be impractical for the long run, so she and Agnarr had some Northuldra clothing for day-to-day business. Even Mattias reluctantly admitted the necessity of the change. His soldiers and the sailors still wore uniforms, of course.

They'd taken Honeymaren along for an extra pair of arms. She was a good distance behind, allowing mother and daughter some privacy.

Sunna nodded. "It's probably nothing. Maybe I was just hoping for a respite from the heat."

"It's not that hot in the forest," Iduna reminded her. "It's humid, but it doesn't get as warm as it would in...Arendelle..." She trailed off as a wave of homesickness threatened to engulf her. The irony that she was homesick while in the forest had not escaped her.

Iduna relaxed as she felt her mother's gentle hand on her shoulder. They'd certainly had their fair share of disagreements during their reconciliation, but it had only strengthened their bond in the end.

There was, of course, one subject that was never really discussed: Elsa's magic. She had kept that tidbit from everyone. There had been times when she had wanted to tell her mother, but it would have been futile. Elsa and Anna were beyond their reach.

"Calm down," Sunna urged her. "It's the oddest thing. Whenever I mention snow or ice, you have this distant look in your eyes. It's been that way ever since you came back to me." Her expression softened. "You weren't caught in an avalanche or something, were you?"

"No, I--" Iduna shook her head. She hated lying to her mother, even by omission. But she wasn't sure how Elsa's magic would be received. Magic was for the Spirits, after all. Revealing Elsa's magic would most likely lead to Elsa either being worshipped as a goddess or shunned for blasphemy. Neither outcome was terribly desirable.

"It's just that...the girls loved snow so much," she half-lied. "Some of the happiest times had to do with snow."

Sunna eyed her skeptically. She knew that something was being hidden, but she was kind enough not to pry.

Iduna's heart ached. She'd lost track of how many times she'd dreamed of being back in the castle. Countless tears had been shed in the cabin she and Agnarr shared. She just wanted to make things right again. And the worst part was, she couldn't even tell her own mother.

She barely registered her mother's gentle touch on her shoulder. Iduna didn't dare to look back.

"We have to believe," Sunna said gently.

Iduna took a ragged breath. "In what?"

"That you will see them again," Sunna said. "That one day, we'll all see the sun."

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Yelana sighed as she saw the glints of metal dancing in the sun. Once again, the troops and sailors were having their morning workout. And that meant...swords.

Inwardly, she scowled at the word. To her, a sword was a barbaric symbol of oppression. The Northuldra had never needed them. The staff was far less intimidating and no less deadly, if it came to that. A staff was also far more readily available in the forest than a sword.

Her scowl faded and she almost smiled. For some reason, the Arendellian contingent was never able to make any fire hot enough to forge new swords. All the swords they possessed were either already on their person or scavenged from their ship. She wondered if the Fire Spirit had some influence in that.

"Discipline and control," she heard Mattias call out to the assembled group. "Any idiot can hold a sword and swing it. It takes effort to use a sword properly."

Yelana's right eye twitched. Runeard had been excellent with a sword. Then again, with a sneak attack, you only had to strike once.

She remembered that Runeard had been proud of his Viking ancestors. He'd made them sound like bold explorers and fearless warriors. He'd conveniently left out the fact that they were raiders and despoilers, something he was most likely also proud of. Runeard, like his ancestors, took what he wanted--though at least he had a thin veneer of civility before striking.

She stood on a small hill that unofficially separated their two domains. She gripped her staff tight as she watched the remaining soldiers and the sailors going through sword exercises. They were using, she noted, wooden practice swords carved from fallen branches. Then she saw Agnarr consulting with Mattias and Captain Hansen, pausing only to look in her direction and nod.

Every day for three years, she and Agnarr would meet at this hill. Heated words were exchanged, but no blows...yet. She had to admit that he was an excellent negotiator, no doubt thanks to expensive tutors. He always came alone, though well within sight of Mattias or Captain Hansen.

She sighed as she saw him approaching. She waited until they were facing each other before she put her staff down and sat on the grass. Unarmed, he did likewise.

Even though he'd been fair with his negotiations, there was something that had always bothered Yelana. She knew that Agnarr was hiding something--something he refused to talk about even in the company of his own men. If Agnarr truly wanted her full trust, he would have put everything out in the open.

Agnarr sighed inwardly. It had been three years of constant negotiation and at best, they had a ceasefire. It was a fragile, tenuous thing, though younger members of the tribe had been less fearful of the sailors. Some of the children were almost on friendly terms with the sailors, though not with the older soldiers.

He wondered if Yelana could see the fear in his eyes whenever he thought about his daughters. He didn't love Anna any less than Elsa, but Elsa's...issues...were a far more pressing concern. Anna didn't have potentially destructive magic at her disposal. But then, in trying to work with Elsa's powers, he found himself giving Anna less time than she deserved.

He had so many regrets and no way to correct them. And he had to try to negotiate with someone who had mostly-good reasons to hate him. He just couldn't accept that his father was a murderer, though.

--------

Mattias eyed Yelana warily. He had a clear view of anything that might have happened on the hill.

"You still don't trust her?" Captain Hansen asked. He'd gained a few grey hairs in the last few years, but he was still in seafaring shape. He had to be; he had an example to set for his sailors.

Mattias shook his head. "Not entirely." He sighed heavily. "At times like this, I wish I knew what King Runeard had been thinking."

Captain Hansen nodded. "It's too bad there's nobody we can ask."

Mattias frowned. Those who had been close advisors to King Runeard had either run from the mist or been killed. He still remembered the almost fanatical zeal with which they tried to defend the king--but to no avail. As the remaining officer, it was up to him.

He ached to go home. He'd found out from Captain Hansen and his sailors that Halima was still alive at her little sweet shop. Oddly enough, she'd never married. It was something he'd always put off for duty, that one day he'd kneel before her and...

He shook his head. He wasn't the only one who was homesick. But until Agnarr had arrived, he'd had to serve as an example for his troops. He'd had to stay strong and resolute, holding back the pain and the resentment.

He had a better read on troop morale than Agnarr. Mattias knew that tensions were still high between the Arendellian contingent and the Northuldra tribe. All it would take was one spark, one incident that couldn't be smoothed over, to set them against each other again.

--------

The day had been long, and not without some results. As much as Yelana's loathing had been a sticking point, some progress was made. And yet, there was always an unspoken secret that hung in the air between them.

Agnarr noted with some satisfaction that a small group of Northuldra children were leaving the Arendellian camp. They were flanked by Ryder and Honeymaren, who looked amused that they'd been saddled with this duty.

"Did you have a good time?" Agnarr asked with no small amount of amusement."

"The little ones wanted to taste some Arendellian food," Honeymaren said. "Not that there's anything wrong with what we have; they were just curious."

"Little steps, Honeymaren," Agnarr reassured her. "Little steps."

She managed a small, crooked smile. Then she urged her brother and the children to follow her back home.

Mattias approached Agnarr and handed him a bowl of stew and a crudely carved spoon. He accepted it gratefully.

"How were the negotiations?" Mattias asked.

"Same as ever," Agnarr sighed. "I just can't figure out how to get past a certain point."

"She's stubborn, that one," Mattias agreed. "I have to give her that. She wouldn't have been able to lead, otherwise."

Agnarr said nothing. He'd used just about everything he had and Yelana had only conceded minor items. It was frustrating, but one day, there would be a tipping point.

"The Queen's in the cabin," Mattias said, breaking Agnarr out of his reverie. "You should get some rest."

Agnarr nodded. "Thank you, Mattias."

Mattias watched his king move towards the cabin. Then he set about assigning which of his troops and the sailors would have night watch. Not that he was expecting anything unusual, but odd things could happen on even the quietest of nights.

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The Spirits felt a disturbance in the air. It was a wave of power that was raw, uncontrolled and terrified.

The Fifth Spirit's power had rushed out towards the misty barrier. Snowflakes formed in the cool July night, seeping through the mist. The barrier only worked on animals and people, not natural phenomena.

Ahtohallan had intended Elsa to be the balance between the other Spirits. In time, she would gain control and focus, enough to subdue another Spirit if necessary.

The wave of magic that had created the snow looked deceptively gentle. Each of the Spirits felt it as a resounding slap, weakening them. It was by Ahtohallan's design, after all.

Most of their strength had gone into maintaining the barrier. None of them could venture outside the forest, weakened as they were. Still, they had to protect the people within--even if they hadn't learned their lesson quite yet.

The Water Spirit had managed to keep a few parts of the river from freezing, guaranteeing a fresh supply. The Fire and Earth Spirits offered warmth where they could with bonfires near each camp. The Wind Spirit mitigated the worst of the cutting, icy gusts.

The Spirits could tend to physical needs. The mental states of the people on both sides were beyond their ability to influence. They had always been happy to help people, but they had never asked for the worship that the Northuldra offered.

All they could do was hope that their efforts were enough. It was simply a matter of weathering the storm.

--------

Mattias and Captain Hansen looked aghast as the snow fell. It was impossible, but it was actually snowing in July. There was only one explanation: Magic.

Mattias felt a snowflake drift into his hand. It melted as he clenched it into a fist, his features twisting into a scowl.

"What have they done?" he growled.

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For a moment, Yelana and Sunna were at a loss. Most of the tribe hadn't seen snow for years. For most of them, the wonder and amazement gave way to chills and fear.

Yelana gripped her staff tightly. Obviously, the Spirits had been offended.

"What have they done?" she growled.

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Both Agnarr and Iduna had burst out of their cabin when they heard the shouting. They'd been getting ready for bed when they felt the chill in the air.

"What's going...on...?" He trailed off as his breath fogged. His jaw dropped as the snow fell. "No..." he whispered.

"No..." Iduna echoed, her blue eyes filling with tears. "Agnarr, it's--"

"I know," he whispered. It was the day that they'd dreaded for years:

Elsa had somehow lost control of her powers. Now, the world was going to pay the price.

--------

It was thanks to good planning and quick action that neither side had suffered any sickness from the sudden snowfall. Winter clothes were brought out from storage and extra firewood was gathered.

The tension between the groups was at an all-time high. Fingers were twitching for action and tempers were flaring. The men in the Arendelle camp were murmuring dangerous things.

"Can't believe that they'd do this."

"What are they thinking?"

"What did we do wrong?"

"Three years of living together and now this!"

"I trusted them!"

"Goes to show that you just can't trust magic!"

Captain Hansen and Mattias toured the camp. They frowned at the understandably low morale. They found Agnarr and Iduna urging the soldiers and sailors to stay warm, even if it meant condensing the perimeter.

Mattias could see the dread in Agnarr and Iduna's eyes. They knew something, but it wasn't his place to question his king and queen.

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The Northuldra camp wasn't in much better shape. They, too, had gathered their huts and campfires closer together to keep warm. The murmurs floated towards Yelana's ears.

"They obviously offended the Spirits somehow."

"You mean that this wasn't our fault?"

"Of course not! We follow the ways of nature! We are the chosen ones!"

"Then this is a sign from the Spirits? Are we finally done with Arendelle?"

The chatter stopped as soon as Sunna approached the group. Her normally kindly features were pinched in disapproval. More than one member of the tribe straightened up. She may have relinquished her leadership to Yelana, but she still carried herself as a leader.

"You would think of waging war against my daughter?" she asked in a low, dangerous tone. "Have we become so hardened that we would be willing to kill our own?"

"She's no longer--" a man spoke up, only to be cut off by Sunna's sharp blue eyes. He gulped and swallowed his words.

Sunna frowned and her gaze swept over the assembled tribe. Many of the men squirmed. The women found that they couldn't meet her gaze.

"The Spirits have never called us to war," Sunna said levelly. "Our way is to live in peace and defend ourselves when necessary, not to strike because we believe ourselves to be superior."

"This is obviously a sign from the Spirits!" a woman protested. "We must do something!"

Sunna fixed her with a solemn, almost chiding look. "Do you speak for the Spirits?"

The woman realized that, despite the cold, people had edged away from her. She looked away in shame.

"No," she croaked out.

Sunna's gaze softened as she gently laid a hand on the woman's shoulder. The woman flinched slightly at the contact.

"I understand that you are afraid," Sunna said, her voice gentle and warm. "But we cannot let fear twist what we are as a people: Peace-loving, understanding and kind."

There was a tap of wood on stone as Yelana made herself known. Her expression was stern, as if ready to scold a child.

"We should follow Sunna's example," Yelana declared. "She has lost the most, yet she still believes in the peaceful ways."

There was a murmur of agreement. The tension defused for the moment, the tribe went on to more important matters like campfires and the state of the reindeer herd.

Sunna and Yelana walked just out of sight, out of earshot. Judging by the older sister's look of disapproval, Sunna was not happy that Yelana had been absent until now.

"You should have been the one to calm them down." She was justifiably angry, but kept it under control. "Where were you?"

Yelana frowned deeply. "I was making sure that nobody was taking advantage of this...storm. We are vulnerable in this snow."

"I doubt that they could sneak up on us in an open field," Sunna remarked. She sighed deeply. "You've carried this anger for decades and I am to blame. It's like comfortable, worn leather. It's rough at first, but you grow used to it--until you can't imagine a day without that anger."

"What should I do, o wise leader?" Yelana snapped back. "You put this burden in my hands, remember? What advice could you offer me now, after years of mourning?"

"One day, I hope that you take this anger and let it go," Sunna said. "This has poisoned you, and with it, the tribe. What good is fighting if you lose sight of why?"

"Agnarr's responsible for this," Yelana muttered. "I can feel it. He's hiding something."

"And you are always upfront and honest?" That was Sunna's "older sister" voice, the one she used to drive home a lesson. "You never told him that you once believed Runeard."

"That is my shame to bear. He never has to know."

Sunna tilted her head slightly. "Is this for his sake, or your pride?"

Yelana found that she couldn't look her sister in the eye. Sunna had every reason to cry out for blood, yet still sought peace. Her older sister would have been a better leader, but she'd declined. Sunna trusted her.

Sunna sighed a frosty plume between them. She decided to change the subject. "In any case, I doubt that his people are in much better shape than ours. They haven't exactly been stockpiling on supplies."

"Are you suggesting that we share with them? Right now? When they could--"

"It was just an observation," Sunna said quietly. She turned back towards the camp. "What good is the bounty of the forest if it is hoarded?"

Yelana said nothing for a long moment. Then she nodded, admitting defeat.

"I will meet with him," Yelana said at last. "If getting through this together is what is required, then I...shall do whatever it takes."

Sunna smiled benignly. It was enough.

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It was midday when Yelana and Agnarr met at their usual place. They were both flanked by people close to them. Agnarr had Iduna, with Mattias and Captain Hansen at their side. Yelana had Honeymaren and Ryder while Sunna waited patiently. This in itself showed how tense things had become.

"Interesting weather we've been having," Yelana said acerbically. "I don't suppose that you know the reason for it?"

"I know that neither of our groups is responsible for this winter," Agnarr said carefully. "My people have done our best to abide by the rules and customs we've learned."

"And you don't think that the Northuldra are responsible?" Yelana offered. "We are, after all, savages who worship magic," she finished acidly. "We might have convinced the Spirits that everyone from Arendelle deserved to be frozen."

"I've explained it to everyone, Aunt Yelana," Iduna said, her breath forming a frosty plume. "They all know that we commune with nature and magic--but we don't control either. And we certainly don't control the Spirits. They do as they will."

Yelana's eyes flicked from Agnarr to Iduna. She felt Sunna's reassuring hand on her shoulder. Everything rode on her next few words.

"Oddly enough, I believe you," Yelana said. "If you were in control of this...odd winter...you would hardly freeze yourselves with us. Like it or not, we are trapped together."

"The best option is to pool our resources," Iduna suggested. "Firewood and food can be shared and we'll have a better chance of surviving together."

"Yes, that seems to be where we're headed," Yelana agreed reluctantly. "We have little choice, after all. Though it calls into question whether we had any choice at all."

"Of course we do," Sunna insisted. "Our choices always matter, whether we think so or not."

Agnarr nodded. "Whatever station we hold in life, it all matters."

"Such hopeful words in a seemingly hopeless situation," Yelana remarked. "Especially since the greater picture has not been addressed. Or were you planning to pray our way through the mist?"

"Sister..." Sunna frowned a warning, but it was too late.

Agnarr took a deep breath. Things were tense enough already without him adding to it. But there were several questions that had never been answered to his satisfaction.

“That's an interesting viewpoint," he began. "I have a question of my own: Why were your tribe and the men were trapped for so long?” Agnarr said. “If it were merely a matter of protection, the Spirits could have just forced the troops out.” He thought for a moment. “In fact, given their kind nature, they could have done it without harming a single person.”

“Only Ahtohallan knows,” Yelana said sagely. “If there were a better way, I am certain that the Spirits would have chosen that path. It is not for we humans to question the will of nature and the Spirits.”

Agnarr bit back a scathing response. His faith in religion and spirituality had diminished significantly since Elsa’s birth. After all, there were those who still subscribed to the old saying, “suffer not a witch to live.” And he would do anything to protect his family.

Furthermore, it almost seemed hypocritical of Yelana to imply that the Spirits could be convinced to harm people, then go back to a "who knows" sort of explanation. It honestly rankled him when people used faith as a way to dodge responsibility--or, at least, a straight answer.

"So, for the time being, can we agree to share resources?" Agnarr asked. He had to get things back on track. "It seems to be our best option."

"Of course," she agreed. "It's better to keep warm together than to freeze separately." She held up a finger. "But there is something I would ask of you...in private." She eyed her entourage.

Honeymaren, Ryder and Sunna reluctantly withdrew. Agnarr nodded and Iduna, Captain Hansen and Mattias did the same.

"There is something you are not telling me," Yelana said with a scowl. "You are hiding something from me."

Agnarr clenched his jaw. He forced himself to breathe, to try to keep calm. "This is not something I can tell anyone."

Yelana's scowl deepened. "It is not a matter of `cannot.' You simply will not. Even after three years of living together and trying to build bridges, you still do not trust me."

As if you have trusted me fully? the dangerous thought slipped into his mind, but not from his tongue. Voicing that would have only enflamed matters further.

"Even if I could tell you, it would do no good. Trapped within this forest, it is out of our control," he said flatly.

Yelana stared at him in disbelief. "You know exactly what is causing this winter."

Agnarr said nothing. That in itself confirmed her suspicions.

"It is someone or something in Arendelle that is causing this winter." Yelana's eyes sharpened. "Who or what is doing this? And why?"

Agnarr clenched his jaw. "I cannot answer that question. There are promises that I must keep."

"`Promises?'" Yelana almost spat out. "You honor promises to Arendelle, but not to my people." She kept her voice low, but it took on a dangerous tone. It was deliberate, so as not to draw attention to her entourage. "Arendelle has brought almost nothing but pain to the Northuldra," she declared. "Ever since your father had that dam built, there has only been misfortune."

"Well, if the dam is the issue, why haven't the Spirits done something about it?" Agnarr asked, trying to keep his voice from growing harsh. "They could have easily destroyed the dam. Why haven't they?"

"I am not one to question the will of the Spirits," Yelana said in a low, dangerous voice. "You do not know your place, boy." She paused. "Or are you more like your father than I thought? He thought that a crown gave him total authority."

"It didn't stop him from dying," he retorted.

"We have suffered more than you have."

He clenched his jaw. "Who suffers more if we keep this grudge going? This isn't a contest, Yelana. Both our people are suffering and we need to address it in the here and now."

"And we will," she promised. "But don't expect me to ever agree to things blindly, boy. You still haven't earned my full trust."

The discussion ended, she got up and called for her entourage. Sunna looked especially concerned, but nobody in the Northuldra group said anything.

Iduna was the first to reach him. She noted his drained expression and gestured for Mattias and Captain Hansen to wait.

"What happened?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. "I thought that it was going well."

"She knew that I knew the source of this winter," he replied. "I couldn't tell her, Iduna. I just--I just couldn't. If she knew--who knows what she would do?"

She tightened her grip on his gloved hand. She wished that she had an answer.

--------

The unnatural winter had vanished on the third day. Most of the tribe and the Arendellian contingent had cheered as the snow evaporated. The only thing missing was the sun to warm their bones.

In private, Agnarr and Iduna wondered what had happened to Elsa. They hoped that the end of the unnatural winter meant that she'd gained control of her powers. The only other option was that Elsa was forever lost to them. There was no way of knowing, and that had made it more painful.

The frost, however, had set in between Agnarr and Yelana. Their daily negotiations were short, only dealing with concrete and tangible issues. The time for philosophical exchange had passed.

Despite Sunna's and Iduna's best efforts, relations between the tribe and the Arendellian contingent had become stiff and formal. Even Iduna's visits to her mother were enough to cause tension.

Three years of reaching out had evaporated in three days. Three more years passed under this oppressively neutral atmosphere. There were hints of regret on both sides, but nobody knew how to breach the walls that had been built.

Then, the sun briefly showed itself. It was as if the misty barrier had parted, just for a moment. That hadn't gone unnoticed by either side.

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"I shall go with the scouting party," Yelana insisted. "It's probably nothing, but it's best that you stay here."

"All right," Sunna agreed reluctantly. "Be careful."

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"Mattias, take a small scouting party to see what's going on," Agnarr commanded. "Do not engage unless someone attacks you first. The important thing is to get the information back to us."

"Yes, my king," Mattias nodded.

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Anna was worried. She'd never seen Elsa so obsessed before. And the fact that Elsa had been keeping secrets from her hadn't been helping, either. She was still trying to catch her breath after the whirlwind that was the Wind Spirit nearly killed them.

(Well, all right, the Spirit--"Gale," Olaf had named it--seemed friendly enough now, dancing leaves and all. But she was keeping an eye on it.)

Right now, all the noise in the forest just seemed to be out to get her. She'd been camping with Kristoff before, but she'd never felt so overwhelmed at all the noise. As such, she was understandably on edge when she grabbed an ice sword and sliced through some branches.

The Northuldran scouting party had their staves at the ready. They were in no mood for intruders.

"Lower your weapon," Honeymaren said in a low voice. She brandished her staff, ready to disarm Anna if the situation called for it.

The situation was only exacerbated by the clang of swords on shields. The Arendellian scouting party had intervened--not so much to rescue the group as to get information.

"Identify yourselves!" Mattias shouted.

Yelana strode purposefully towards Mattias. "Are you threatening my people, Lieutenant?"

"Do you have a problem with the terms we've agreed to?" he countered.

Anna eyed the two sides warily. Her body was a coiled spring, ready to strike at anyone who got close. She wasn't sure if the ice sword she'd commandeered would actually hold up, but it was sharp, pointy and intimidating.

Yelana frowned. "So, you're here too?" she asked sourly. Her frown deepened as she saw Anna defending Elsa. Something about the two women reminded her of the stories that Iduna told them. After all, platinum-blonde hair was a rare shade on anyone. That bought them some leeway, but she would not tolerate a sword brandished at her.

"Girl, I don't know how you entered this forest, but I will not be held at sword point." Her tone became colder. "Put. It. Down."

That didn't disarm the situation. In fact, Anna was even more tense. "No."

"This isn't helping," Elsa whispered. "I appreciate this, but maybe I should talk--"

"I'd listen to her if I were you, girl," Mattias said grudgingly. "I hate to admit it, but that overgrown stick of hers isn't just for show."

Anna felt Kristoff take a step behind her. He didn't grab the sword from her hand, nor did he try to push her out of the way. He was just there, supporting her without saying a word.

Anna managed a little smile. There were times when those little gestures of his were worth more than any flowery words.

Then both groups charged, intent on taking Anna's sword. Anna prepared herself for a fight.

"ENOUGH!" Elsa exclaimed, a blast of her power coating the ground with ice. Both groups slipped and fell in awkward heaps.

Mattias struggled to pick himself up. He gaped at the assembled group.

"That was magic," he whispered, flabbergasted. "Did you see that?" he asked Yelana.

Yelana blinked. Then a ghost of a smirk appeared on her face.

"Well," she began. "That does explain a few things." She managed to right herself and turned her gaze to Elsa. "So you're the reason for that winter in July."

Elsa blinked. "Wait, you know about--"

Then Olaf decided to make his appearance. Both groups stared in awe as the little snowman dramatically recounted the sisters' story.

(Yelana found it darkly amusing that Mattias was such a softy at heart. She made a note to remind him of this at the most inconvenient time.)

With a gesture, Elsa melted the ice. She looked a bit aggrieved at Olaf's overly-simplified, yet oddly charming retelling. Anna looked mortified. Kristoff, for his part, just kept near Anna, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Thankfully, the introductions were less dramatic than the initial meeting. Curiosity had overcome wariness. That, and Olaf's presence had lightened things considerably.

"Queen Elsa and Princess Anna," Yelana said, a little smirk forming on her face. "I should have known; you have much of your mother in you--including her stubborn streak." She looked pointedly at the ice sword.

With a nervous chuckle, Anna gently put down the sword. "Yeah, I guess I don't need that anymore, do I?" She paused. "Wait, you knew our mother?"

Yelana was trying very hard not to laugh at Anna's use of the past tense. Even though her relationship with Iduna had more than a bit of friction, there were some moments that she just didn't want to spoil.

"My niece," Yelana said. "Which makes you two my grand nieces, I suppose." She looked at Mattias with undisguised, malicious glee. "But the good Lieutenant has something to show you."

Mattias didn't quite grimace at having been saddled with the responsibility. Still, the girls deserved to know. The best way was to show them.

Anna and Elsa were understandably curious as they made their way to the dam. They were amazed that the Arendellian camp was so populated--though they didn't know that most of them were from the royal yacht. Any murmurs were quickly silenced by a glare from Mattias, which promised swift retribution if the surprise was spoiled.

They reached the cabin and Mattias urged them to wait outside. The sisters could see figures inside, but they couldn't make out anything.

"Your Majesties?" Mattias asked softly.

"What is it?" Agnarr asked. "Did you find what was causing the disturbance in the forest?"

Iduna caught the light of mischief in the old Lieutenant's eyes. She wondered what he had found.

"I have," Mattias admitted. "You may want to sit down, though." He thought about it for a moment. "Or not. Maybe just come outside, please. We have...visitors. From outside the forest."

"How is that--?" Agnarr began, but Mattias held a finger to his lips.

"Please, Your Majesties," he urged them. "You've both waited a very long time for this."

Agnarr and Iduna shared a questioning look. Mattias wasn't usually this dramatic.

"Lieutenant?" Anna asked from outside. "Is everything all right?"

Both parents' jaws dropped. Iduna's eyes started tearing up as she trembled. Agnarr wasn't much better off.

Mattias smiled and stepped aside.

"King Agnarr? Queen Iduna? I believe that you know these two young ladies."

As one, the color drained out of every member of the royal family. They gaped at the impossible sight of each other.

"Mama?" Anna squeaked. Her voice cracked as her lips quivered, tears forming in her eyes.

"Father?" Elsa asked hesitantly. She, too, had tears in her eyes. "How--?"

"Elsa? Anna?" Those were the only shaky words that Agnarr could get out. His kingly demeanor had evaporated.

Iduna's hands flew to her mouth as the tears flowed. "My babies..." she whispered. "Oh, my girls, how did you--?" She stopped trying to talk and just opened her arms wide.

Anna dashed forward and hugged Iduna tight. After a moment's hesitation, Elsa joined her. Soon after that, Agnarr completed the group hug, kissing both daughters on their foreheads.

For moments, there was nothing but the quiet sobbing from all members of the royal family. Mattias had backed off a little to give them some room.

Slowly, reluctantly, the parents released their daughters. Agnarr took in a ragged breath as he realized something: Elsa had allowed him to hold her, something she hadn't done since she was 12.

"We thought we'd lost you three years ago," Iduna said. "We had three days of snow in July and then...it was gone."

"It's a very long story," Elsa told her. "I--"

"Ooh!" Olaf exclaimed, popping out from behind Kristoff and Sven. "Does this mean that I can tell the story again?"

Iduna squeaked and kicked off Olaf's head. Kristoff caught that part of the snowman and immediately had a sense of deja vu.

Olaf's head shook itself. "Yup, Anna, she's definitely your mother!"

Kristoff sighed and reunited Olaf's head with the rest of his body. "There you go," he said, straightening out Olaf so that he was facing forward.

Agnarr's jaw actually dropped. He turned towards Elsa to try to make sense of things.

"Did you...?" he began.

"I made him," Elsa confirmed.

"`Made' or were there...other circumstances?" His usually tactful vocabulary seemed to have been out of reach at the moment.

Elsa flushed at the implications. "Father--no, just...he's from my magic. There wasn't anybody--just no."

"I guess I'm kind of like your grandson," Olaf noted. Then he smiled. "Anyway, I am Olaf and I like warm hugs! So, can I call you grandma and grandpa?"

"Take it easy, Olaf," Anna said gently. "Remember what we said about people taking their time getting to know you?"

"But if they're your parents, then they're my family too, right?"

Both Anna and Elsa chuckled nervously. Iduna, however, seemed to find it endearing. She knelt down and offered him a quick embrace. Agnarr, for his part, knelt down and gently patted him on the back.

"Not exactly the grandson I was hoping for," he remarked. "But you seem like a decent sort." He stood up and noticed Kristoff and Sven. "And whom might you two be?"

Anna was quick to intervene; she recognized the "reindeer in the lamplight" look that Kristoff had whenever he had to introduce himself. Introducing himself to King Agnarr was especially intimidating.

"Papa, this is Kristoff Bjorgman, Ice Master and Deliverer," Anna said enthusiastically. "And this is his reindeer friend Sven. Three years ago, they helped save my life and, well...Elsa knighted him in gratitude. So, I guess I should have started off with `Sir' Kristoff Bjorgman."

"We're meeting your parents," he muttered. "I don't believe this."

Anna patted him on the shoulder. "It's going to be okay," she whispered.

Both parents noted the byplay. Silently they agreed to talk to the young man to find out what was going on.

"Pleasure to meet you, Sir Kristoff," Agnarr said, extending his hand. He was duly impressed by the honest, firm handshake that Kristoff gave him.

Anna was almost vibrating with enthusiasm. Her father and boyfriend were already getting along so well! She didn't seem to notice that Kristoff seemed prepared to be executed on the spot.

"I think we should go inside the cabin," Iduna said. "From the looks of it, we both have tales to tell."

Elsa and Anna nodded. Before they could go further, Anna raised her finger.

"Before we do, could we have another group hug?" Anna asked as she sniffled. "Because I really, really missed that."

Agnarr and Iduna were more than happy to oblige. For the moment, their stories could wait. Right now, however it had happened, all was found.

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goodnightkisseu · 5 years ago

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Do Kyungsoo - A Quiet Love

→ request: @prettywordsyouleft “ Final one I promise! #51 - “You didn’t have to marry me, you know.” with Kyungsoo please! Possibly either arranged marriage au or enemies to lovers! Thank youuuuu ”

→ pairing: do kyungsoo x reader

→ genre: fluff

→ word count: 2034

→ warnings: none~

→ summary: growing up with wealth meant that everything was decided for Kyungsoo before he was even born. But the one thing he never thought he would easily find was love. And yet, how he felt for you was just so... effortlessly simple...

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note: after spending the entirety of December planning for what to do in the coming months, I’m finally back with another fic! Things may be a bit slow for a bit as I ramp back up, but I hope that I can provide all of you with some wonderful stories. This particular drabble request was timely as today is also Kyungsoo’s birthday! So I hope that you all enjoy this one ^^

- ash <3

Navigating a normal life within regular social norms was already hard enough. Trying to figure out if your behavior was acceptable, how others perceived you, as well as where you stood with someone was trying. Add wealth, power, and greed to this, and you had the complicated web of relationships that Kyungsoo had been trying to navigate ever since birth. Kyungsoo came from a well-off family. His great grandfather had built a business that skyrocketed in success about fifty years ago. Though his family didn't have the type of power to run the country, as some would hear of others, they were still quite renowned.

This, of course, meant that Kyungsoo grew up differently than other kids. He had his life mapped out for him before he was even born. He was sent to the most prestigious institutions for his education so that he could take over his portion of the business when the time was right. Every day was packed with additional coursework outside of schoolwork, the family priming him to be a well-rounded individual. Sometimes, he would get to play with his friends, but that wasn't often. And honestly, he could never tell if his friends were really his friends or just people that wanted to befriend him because of his family. Though as complicated as this all was. There was one thing that Kyungsoo was sure of.

He loved you.

Kyungsoo had loved you for a long time, likely before he even knew the meaning of the word. Many things in Kyungsoo's life were already etched in stone, and one of them, in particular, was his engagement with you. Your family was also rather wealthy, and it was projected to be a union that would help both families. But as children, neither of you understood this. You just enjoyed your time playing together, running through the large homes and gardens, playing hide and seek. You didn't have a care in the world back then.

But as you grew older, the two of you started to understand. You understood your roles in your families, as well as your future roles towards each other. Strangely, it didn't bother either of you. By that point, you were already close. You spent a lot of time with each other every day, so it was natural for you to depend on the other. And whether you knew it or not, that might have been when those first seeds of love were planted in your hearts.

Still, even if everything was planned, growing up was hard, mainly through the teen years. Although Kyungsoo expertly navigating these new social circles, like many of his peers, he noticed that you were having a much harder time. You were naturally rather shy, to begin with, and everything that was changing probably didn't help. Whereas girls your age were developing into beautiful swans, using makeup to enhance their maturing features, Kyungsoo noticed you shrinking away. You wore more clothes to hide, grew quieter, and this was what got the school talking.

Kids were cruel, and you were subjected to a handful of baseless rumors. Kyungsoo shot every one of them down, but that didn't stop people from talking. Amongst the sea of wealthy children who spent their family's money to get into all sorts of trouble, the only person you had left was Kyungsoo. But honestly, he was all you needed. All of the drama in high school pulled the two of you closer. Your bond grew stronger.

Kyungsoo didn't leave you for his new group of friends. Instead, he found himself spending more time with you. You would always do your coursework together. You would still eat together. And most importantly, you spent your free time together. While you pursued your passion for painting, Kyungsoo would be nearby, face buried in a book. Those small seeds of love were blossoming into beautiful flowers that thrived on your support for each other.

Age eventually led Kyungsoo to start working for his family's business. This was expected, but it did mean that the two of you spent less time together. Your engagement was kept quiet for the time being, allowing you both to focus on your new jobs. You also worked at your parents' company, though a lot of the work you did was behind the scenes. You never really got over your shyness, and you preferred to handle business that didn't require you to be in the spotlight, and your parents respected that. It did make things a bit harder in some respects, but you all worked through it the best that you could.

Though you were both busy, Kyungsoo had worked hard to maintain that connection the two of you had over the years. Because as much as he wanted to be there for you, he appreciated you being there for him too. He wasn't going to let the stress of his family's work get in the way of your relationship.

Naturally, after the two of you grew comfortable with your roles, your families were back to talking about your marriage. For something that had been agreed upon so long ago, there wasn't much arranged for it. So all of the wedding planning had to be completed within a few hectic months. This did make some things difficult, of course. While you were trying to plan the wedding, old friends and the general public felt the need to comment on the arrangement. They posited that someone as successful as Kyungsoo could have found someone better, someone more fitting for the limelight. These comments were hard to see, even hear, but Kyungsoo stayed close. He knew what you needed, and not once, over all of these years together, had that changed. And eventually, the chatter from your social circles died down.

That night, Kyungsoo arrived home a bit later than usual from his business meeting. He had some people coming from overseas, and due to some flight delays and overall time differences, the meeting ran for longer than expected. He was exhausted now, and he figured that you probably would have been asleep yourself. From what he had gathered from your messages throughout the day, work had been hectic for you as well. Yet, much to his surprise, you weren't. The moment he walked through the front door, he saw the light of your studio, the yellow hue dancing across the floorboards of your hallway. With a faint smile, he dropped off his jacket and bag by the door before he made his way over, eyes peering into the gently lit space to see what you were up to.

One of the first things that the two of you did when you moved in together was to set up this little art studio for you. Something that hadn't changed since you were children was your love for painting. Even now, your brush effortlessly danced across the canvas as you laid down the first layers to your next masterpiece. Though art was always a hobby, you had sold a handful of pieces under a pseudonym. And though it made Kyungsoo happy to see others appreciating your work, part of his did wish that you would make yourself known… instead of hiding behind a façade.

"Looking lovely as always," he stated, his low voice cutting through the calming music that you had playing in the background.

Though you were startled, you had learned not to jump. One, for the sake of your painting, and two, because this was pretty typical of your husband. Kyungsoo was always rather good at sneaking up behind you when you least expected it. As much as that bothered you sometimes, you were glad when he was around.

"Are you talking about me or the painting that I'm working on?" you inquired, turning around a bit in your stool so that you could get a good look at him. He smiled when your eyes met, and you received a chuckle in response.

"Both. Though, I think that your painting may outshine you this time," he teased, watching as your eyes narrowed slightly, a scoff leaving your lips in return. Kyungsoo's smile spread as he made his way across the studio, the space much more natural to traverse now that the two of you found some proper shelving for your supplies. He gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek, and the moment that he felt your lips pulling into a smile, he knew that you weren't upset. His hands found their way to your shoulders, and his eyes gazed at the piece of art before him.

"The colors are really nice for this piece. You went for warmer colors than you usually work with. I think it's stunning," Kyungsoo complimented.

You gave a small nod before resting your head against his arm. "I wanted to try something a bit different this time," you explained. "Since I'm usually partial to cooler colors, I wanted to step outside of my comfort zone, work on something that can bring warmth to a room."

"Will we be hanging this one up, or will you be looking for a buyer for it?"

You hummed softly, your mind trying to come up with the right decision. "I think I'd like to keep it. I think it could look really nice in our living room, in that one empty space along the back wall. I always thought it felt a bit cold, so this could help?"

Kyungsoo nodded. "I think it would look really nice there," he agreed. "Maybe someday, we could actually tell our friends that the artist they are so in love with is you…"

You let out a quiet sigh, knowing what Kyungsoo meant. He always wanted you to be more confident in yourself, to share your passion with others. Though you had become more comfortable in your own skin, it was still hard for you to in a room with too many people. He wanted to be able to bring you to events, but extravagant events were always too much for you. Small ones were fine, but when they reached a certain level, it was hard. "You know that isn't like me…"

"I know," he said softly. "Part of me wants to show you off to the world, to show off your talent to others. I think people feel like I purposefully keep you hidden away. I... I just want others to appreciate you the way that I do…"

"You didn't have to marry me, you know," you reminded him. "You could have chosen someone that liked the spotlight more than I did. They would love to go to those big and fancy events and have people ogle them…"

Kyungsoo nodded, his hands gently sliding down your arms as they reached for your hands, helping you up on your feet so that he could slip his arms around you, holding you in his embrace. "I could have. My parents told me that there were a lot of other families that were interested in an arranged marriage," he told you truthfully. "But, I know that I could never have the same connection with any of them that I have with you. We grew up together. We were there for each other, and you managed to take over every inch of my heart, little by little. You didn't do anything big, but each of your little gestures showed me how much you cared. I couldn't find that anywhere else…"

You couldn't help but the smile that crept onto your features, the way that the heat rose to your cheese. "You, Do Kyungsoo, have become very cheesy since we were kids," you stated, your own hands finding their way around his neck.

"Only because I love you so much," he reaffirmed. "Our parents may have arranged this marriage, but what I feel for you isn't fake. If I had to marry anyone else, I wouldn't feel the same. I don't want you to ever forget that."

"I won't," you told him earnestly, as he leaned down to seal your lips with a kiss. Though your lives were anything from average, Kyungsoo wouldn't have changed this quieter and more private love for anything in the world…

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bleached-d-soul · 5 years ago

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Size Queen - Cuckquean: Chapter 2

for my friend @the-wayward-arc and all of you my dear readers!

Weiss made a mistake.

"Ugh, please, don't stop!"

She was raised on the belief that Schnees were always right. That they were people incapable of making a mistake by nature. Any deviation from the perfection was someone else's fault but never theirs. She was a Schnee, she could not make a bad decision.

"Harder, please, harder!"

So why was she being subjected to all of this right now?

She already apologized. She already accepted her place as a lowly miserable cuckquean. She hasn't been fucked in weeks. Jaune didn't even allow her to use toys or her fingers. Any and all pleasure she could have always came from her pathetically rubbing her swollen needy sopping wet cunt on any surface she could find. Provided that she was allowed to move, that is.

Most of the times, like right now, she wasn't.

"Oh fuuuuuck!" she watched Emerald cry out in ecstasy as the orgasm rocked her body. Her eyes followed the trails of thick semen that were running down the chocolate-skinned girl's legs. As if she didn't even exist as anything but the holder of sex toys for the two, they started making out. In their room. In her bed. How many girls had been fucked there already? How often had she been reduced to sleeping on the floor while her bed creaked under the weight of passionate and wild sex?

And how many times she wanted to rub her brains out to the sound of it.

"Hey, Schnee, come here and clean up for me."

Weiss stood back up fast and firm, her body shaking with need. Both Jaune and Emerald watched her with amusement as she made her way towards them. The viibrator Emerald stuck into her ass at the beginning of their session dangled helplessly, ready to fall any moment. Weiss felt incredibly pathetic as she forced herself to clench hard around the tip of the dildo in a desperate move to keep it inside.

Emerald promised her that, if she could hold onto the dildo till they were done, that she would be allowed to rub herself on Jaune's leg. That night when she watched Jaune and Vernal fuck like animals, something inside her simply broke. She was beyond salvation or repair. And without Jaune's presence, she couldn't cum at all. She would fuck and finger and play with herself for entire weekeneds without any result. Then Jaune would give her a firm but sharp slap across face and she was squirting like a faucet.

Which is why she was reduced to this sorry state.

For the chance to be used as a toy, she would suffer any and all humiliations and degradations. She played a good little stupid doggy for Jaune and Velvet. She was an unattractive twig-like model Coco dressed up into sexy lingerie to better show off her own ass and breasts. She cleaned off the bodies of twins from some club after they took a very heavy dose of bukkake from Jaune. She even had her holes used as a holder for Professor Goodwitch's crop.

She was everything and nothing at the same time.

And she hated how much she loved every second of it.

To have her pride shattered into pieces and stomped into dust. To have girls of lesser birth like Emerald and Malachites treat her like a two-Lien whore. To be paraded around Beacon on a leash with dildos stuck up her ass and cunt. All those who thought she was some Size Queen now knew better. Her social life was effectively ruined and she was but a toy for her betters like... Well, pretty much any girl not named Weiss Schnee.

As she approached the two, Weiss made sure to not meet their eyes. Unless they told her to, she was unworthy. One of the many lessons that were drilled into her disobedient stupid uptight cunt of a brain by days and days of education by her betters. She would always know her place thanks to them. Emerald and Jaune didn't even bother to look at her as she began cleaning Emerald's ass of any of Jaune's semen.

The moment her tongue touched his thick delicious cream, she froze. She wanted to savor it. Roll it around in her mouth, drinking in every bit of its salty and bitter flavors. But she knew better. She was not a woman or even a human when her betters were concerned. She was a toy. A tool who served her Master and Mistresses' purpose. And so she diligently ate the thief's ass, gulping down semen without a second to enjoy it.

"Oh, Schnee! Almost forgot, turn around."

Weiss did as she told, presenting her ass to Emerald. Only too late did she realize that she exposed her dangling dildo for the girl to easily yank out of her ass. Her body spasmed and she cried out in orgasm at the sudden emptiness in her tight little ass. Pitifully, she watched as Emerald held the toy in front of the heiress as if to remind her that she failed at something as simple as that.

"Now then, what was the punishment for failing, Schnee?"

Weiss looked down, barely restraining herself from crying from her sheer weakness and unimportance.

"T-Two more months of edging," she choked out, her body trembling in pain. She could already imagine the next months. "No right to cum."

"Good girl," with a sharp laughter, Emerald slapped Weiss across the cheek with the plastic phallus. Weiss groped her miniscule breasts as she tried to lap up some of her own ass juices like a complete degenerate. "Now scram, I don't want you around here when I am having sex with Jaune."

Needless to say, she wasn't allowed to take her clothes. So she walked out of her own room, naked and with derogatory words such as 'No Good Bitch' and 'Lousy Cunt Queen' adordning her body. A few weeks ago, the sight drew attention, with no end to scrolls flashing in her face. But nowadatys it was part of the norm. All guys knew she was all talk and no fuck. While girls enjoyed treating her like the piece of garbage and stress relief.

As she passed her way towards the room where she kept her spare clothesm Weiss wondered how long she could take this before she snapped. She needed more. She wanted more. She could enjoy the rough treatment. She knew she deserved nothing more or better. But she was so starved for good fucking. She didn't care if Jaune split her apart or fucked her brains out and, for the rest of her days, she would only know how to moan and beg for more sex.

She just wanted a-

"Oh, come on, Steele, don't be such a bitch!"

Weiss stood still as she tried to make herself as invisible as possible. Someone was in here. Steele, wasn't that the girl from Emerald's team? The one who always looked like she couldn't care less about anything?

"You know the rules, Onyxia. No fucking my man without my permission," Weiss watched as the dark-skinned punk girl glared at the silver-haired huntress. But to no effect. Suddenly, Steele's hand found its way into the girl's shorts and then right into her wet tight cunt. "You want Jaune's cock? You want him to make you so loose no man can ever fit in there properly? Is that what you want?"

Onyxia was the epitome of trouble. She was known to have started fights over presumed slights. Sometimes she didn't even need a reason. She was a bona fide bully, out there to cause violence for the sake of violence. And yet, as Steele roughly manhandled the shorter girl, Onyxia seemed to have neither strength nor desire to resists. Instead, she melted into a mewling mess. Kneeling down, she latched onto Steele's leg and started to plead,

"P-Please, Steele, I am sorry for being such a bitch to you. I promise I will do better! I will be better, just... Just give me another chance, please! I promise to remember who is in charge!"

Weiss' eyes widened. So she was in charge. She used to think that it was Vernal. Although her opinion was rattled when three days ago, she saw Vernal being locked in the same room as her for three hours of edging. Steele Black was the one Jaune was with. She was the Alpha of this harem. So that meant that if Weiss managed to secure position under her...

She would finally get fucked.

The thought sent shivers down her spine and right towards her needy denied pussy. She knew that Jaune wasn't capable of handling all these girls all on his own. She should have known that there would be someone behind it all. She wouldn't be surprised if it were Pyrrha or Vernal or that foreign student Cinder... But Steele? Weiss was genuinely surprised, quite impressed.

But more importantly, she was delighted beyond ahy measure.

Pyrrha was too much in love with Jaune to give him up to her. Vernal would be too territorial and a bitch to deal with. Cinder, from the few interactions they had, would definitely use her to gain access to Schnee influence and money. But Steele? Steele was an easy mark, Weiss was sure of it. The girl seemed uncaring about most of anything most of the time. And from what she observed, she was hardly one with an eye and a mouth for cut-throat bargaining.

This was almost perfect!

The plan began to brew in Weiss' sex-starved brain. Whatever humility had been drilled into her these past few weeks vanished in a blink of an eye as she saw an opportunity to gain the upper hand over all the girls. Jaune was angry at her and he would most likely not even want to fuck her. But if he loved Steele as much as she thought, then he would listen and do as she said. He would fuck her into sweet sweet daze. He would claim all her holes as his, making her impossible to satisfy for other men. Cover each and every inch of her body with his rich thick semen. And in time, he would grow to enjoy her. Want her. Addicted to her.

All she needed to do now was get Steele under her thumb.

"Just you wait, you stupid bitches..." With her pride back and stronger than before, the desire for vengeance came and burned bright in her heart. "Soon, it will be you begging me for leftovers. Just you wait...!"

She could already picture it all in her head. How much she would savor the revenge on all the girls for the humiliation and denial they had put her through. She would make them crawl. She would make them beg. She would put them through Hell and drag them back, broken and desperate. And in the end of it all, after they all suffer the same things they dealt out to her... She wouldn't let them even touch Jaune. If they would want him, they would have to settle for licking up his cold cum off the floor while she enjoyed one fresh creampie after another.

And they would love it all.

"Mistress, please," she pictured Vernal, bound to the wall. Her pussy was red and swollen, dripping with need and despair. There was no more fire in those eyes. No more bite in her mouth. Only want and obedience. Readiness to do whatever asked in return for the briefest of releases. "Please, please, please, forgive this unworthy little slut! Just a touch! Please, just let Master touch me!"

Nope. She would enjoy fucking Jaune right in front of her though.

"Mistress! I completely finished all your chores! Look, look how clean and shiny the room is!" Emerald stood, dressed in the twisted version of a maid uniform. She had indeed finished all the chores in their room. It must have taken a lot of time. Especially with her arms bound behind her back and that plug up her ass. Still, the green-haired thief looked excited, wanting. She smiled a broken smile, salivating at Jaune's exposed cock. "I-I have been a good girl, right? I promise to keep being the good girl - no! The best girl! S-So please, may I lube his cock up for you? P-Pretty please, my Mistress?"

Weiss would smile at her. Dangle the opportunity right in front of her. Just before she kicked the girl out of her room and told her to quietly edge herself while listening through the door. Emerald would then break into tears. She wouldn't stop crying even as she edged her brains out to the sounds of their passionate lovemaking. She would make sure to watch the poor pathetic girl sniff at the sheets drenched in their sweat and juices.

She would leash all her teammates for their treatment of hers. None would be allowed to speak. Only mewl, moan and cry for release.

All the exchange students would be sent a daily reminder of what they could never have. She would have Jaune fuck them extra hard before they left for home. Just so they would never forget the taste of that magnificent cock and suffer every day of not having it buried in their pussies and asses.

She would personally torture Professor Goodwitch too. The woman would be driven to the limit with days and days of denial before being forced to serve as her glorified toys and clothes rack.

"M-Mistress, may I have him for just a few minutes, please? It is our wedding night, after all..."

And then, of course, there would be Steele. She could imagine it all finally end a few years later. Once they graduated and she had Jaune completely addicted to the taste of her superior body, she would have no more need for the girl that helped her get ahold of him. She would show her some kindness, of course. She would be even merciful enough to let the silver-haired girl marry the blonde. She would pay for the wedding and their home. Make sure they never had any trouble or want in life.

All the while continuing to fuck Jaune day-in and day-out!

Steele would watch her husband tear off the dress of her as a bridesmaid. And go down on her like a wild animal, driven only by lust and hunger for flesh. While she would have to watch it all, pathetically rubbing at her pussy in a wedding dress. It would be both the reward and the punishment. The reward for being kind enough to give her the chance to steal Jaune away. And punishment for having him in the first place.

There would be no more distractions.

No more doubts or hesitation.

She would prevail, taking the boy for himself once and for all.

Because Schnees were superior.

And superior always succeeded.

Steele rolled her eyes as she watched Vernal crawl back with her freshly spanked and fingered ass exposed for all to see. A shame, really. She did like the girl quite alright, all things considered. She wasn't as bossy as Cinder. And could actually relate about lots of stuff unlike Emerald, who would usually yammer on and on about Cinder. Or Jaune, lately. But as much as she liked the bandit girl, she wasn't going to give her any special treatment.

Give a finger, lose an arm and all that.

Ever since Vernal leaked that photo of her boyfriend's dick, there was no stop to the girls trying to take him away. He even had to get a second scroll to talk to her since his last one was being constantly bombarded with nudes of girls across Beacon. Which was really dumb of those whores since now she had another leverage to use against them if they got out of line.

Steele couldn't help but feel happy at that though. If someone was trying to take something from you then that meant it was something worth having. Worth fighting for. Not that she didn't know that already.

"We are assassins, brat," her bastard of a dad said once during one of his more sober moments. Him being sober meant he didn't miss when he hit or kicked her. That particular day, the beating was extra hard. After all, what right did she have to try and go to a birthday of a boy she had a crush on, right? "We don't have friends. We don't have lovers. We don't have family. All we have are useful tools and targets. So get that shit out of your head before I break it."

He made sure to drill that lesson into her head extra hard. No surprise there, of course. Mom ran off the first chance she got. Didn't take her with her, which earned her the title of a Total Bitch for the rest of her life. Perhaps dad's abuse of a training was a way to get back at mom. To raise their only daughter into the same merciless mercenary as him. Or maybe he was just a sadistic prick that got off beating the shit out of her.

She was happy that she killed him off. Seriously, what kind of idiot abuses their child while also raising them to be an assassin, anyway? But as much as seeing his lifeless body collapse onto the ground filled her with joy, his words continued to haunt her for years after that night.

She would never be a normal girl. She would never be normal, even by the standards of hunters. Huntsmen and huntresses were also raised to fight. But they would always fight Grimm first and other humans second. Her? She was raised to see everyone as a nuisance or a potential paycheck. She was trained to kill. Not out of necessity. Not because there were no other options.

She was raised to kill as the first option.

If someone paid her, she would kill whoever the client asked her to. If a person had something she wanted, she would kill them too. If a person was annoying her, she would kill them. Hell, she was trained to even kill out of boredom. A life would be cut short simply because she had nothing better to do that day. And it was normal for her. She no longer had nightmares or doubts. She could come home drenched in blood and doze off in her bed without anything tugging at her heart.

Dad told her she would never someone to love her. Someone whom she could love in return.

"Hey there, babe."

A gentle embrace. A hot kiss. And those warm eyes.

"Hey, Jaune."

She returned it all in return.

Her dad told her she would always be his daughter? A cold and unloveable murder machine?

Well, fuck him.

She was happy when she killed him.

She was even happier now that she had proved that bastard wrong.

Because she found love for herself. Not one born out of lust and boredom, even if it started as such. What she had with Jaune was sincere. Simple and primal, but no less beatiful and addictive. She had never felt so warm and safe before. Not when she was living with her bastard of a dad. Not when she killed him. Not when Cinder took her under her wing. But now she did. And she was not going to lose that feeling any time soon.

"So, did you fuck Emerald extra hard for me?" she asked, resting her head against his chest. A separate room just for the two of them. A small piece of the world that only they knew and lived in. She would have to thank Goodwitch for that later. "Think she is hooked on you now?"

Because she would rather listen to her praise Jaune instead of Cinder.

"I would have asked but she wasn't coherent enough to answer," he grinned wickedly. She loved when he did that. He was an adorable and loving pup of a boyfriend. So she loved it when he showed off his fangs to her. "Though judging how she was clinging to me, I would say, yes. Completely hooked."

Good. She let Emerald have him not out of the goodness of heart but rather with this ulterior motive in mind. Cinder, Emerald and Neo were already desperate addicts for Jaune's cock. Just not desperate enough to call off the attack on Beacon. Steele planned to change that though. She already convinced Neo to tie up that con woman Rowan. The little psycho was feeding her boss Jaune's cum these past few days and soon the mistress of theft and crime would be just another bitch under in Jaune's palm.

And once they had Amanda Taurus and her loyal underlings fucked into submission and collared, they would have the entire thing called off.

Her happily ever after was so close.

She straddled Jaune's waist, pressing her toned ass against his stomach. She could already feel the tip of his hardening cock. She made sure to look him in the eyes as she began to strip off her clothes. She hungrily drank in the lustful gaze. He turned to move and she stopped him.

"Jaune, are you forgetting who is in charge when the two of us are alone?"

Her voice was hard, but filled with passion and hunger. She loved him. She wanted him. And she always made sure he knew that.

With other girls, he was a complete and undeniable dom. His word was the law and his presence demanded obedience.

But with her?

He was the one under her.

"N-No," he whispered, breathing heavy as he laid back down. "Not at all, Steele."

She smiled.

"Good boy."

He knew the rules. She didn;t have to remind him. So she smiled as he laid there motionless but shaking with excitement as she crawled back, pressing her face against his bulging crotch. Having released his erect cock out of the confines of his pants, she playfully flicked its head. Her boyfriend winced, his face blushing deep red. Her favorite expression of his. Well, second favorite.

"I think I can still smell Emerald's pussy on you," she said as she took a whiff of his cock. The strong smell hit her nostrils and set her loins on fire. She played it cool though. With a click of her tongue, she continued, "That's no good. That rotten bitch should know her place and clean up after herself."

She dragged her tongue across his shaft, enjoying how much he shivered from it. Emerald would, of course, be punished later for that. She loved Jaune. And she was willing to share his cock with others. But he was hers and him having the smell of another woman on any part of his body rubbed her the wrong way. Perhaps she should feed her some strong aphrodisiac and reduce her to the same sorry needy state the Schnee bitch was in nowadays.

Speaking of which...

"How was Schnee, by the way?" her fingers played around with the tip of his cock, the feeling of his thick precum making her want to gobble it all up there and then. "Did she beg you to fuck her after you were done again?"

It was almost a ritual by this point. Some girl would manage to get a permission to fuck her boyfriend. Jaune would take them up. And the Schnee would pitifully follow them wherever they went. Most girls enjoyed having the needy cuckquean watch and serve them, especially faunus girls who simply loved having a Schnee as their pitiful plaything for the night. And whenever the girls were not up for having someone watch, Schnee would be kicked out and spend the rest of the night fingering herself by the door.

It was almost sad.

"No, Emerald kicked her out," Jaune groaned as she began to give him a slow and gentle handjob. "I was surprised when I didn't see her with an ear pressed to the wall. Must hva egone off somewhere to rub her brains out."

But, as Steele said, it couldn't have happened to someone more deserving.

Weiss Schnee was the kind of person Steele would have hated even if she was raised in a normal family. Her family was rich as hell and she probably never knew what it felt like to want something but not be able to get it. Steele, who had to fight for every little bit of happiness she had in this life, hated Schnee for that. She hated her even more when she rejected Jaune like that in public.

Jaune wasn't anything more than an interest then. She didn't do crushed - not since the age of seven. She was bored and just teased the boy for the sake of it. But each and every time they met, he never stopped to inrigue her. He wasn't the strongest or the most vicious of a fighter. He was weak, in so many ways that she was surprised she spent time with him. But then she realized that it was his strong spirit that she found herself interested in.

She jokingly - though not entirely - asked him out on a date.

Only to get rejected because he loved Weiss. Not liked. Not fancied or wanted to fuck. He loved her. And, just like all else that he said, he said those words with sincerity. She hated how much it pained to hear those words. Well, whatever, she told herself back then. Not like she cared enough to be jealous or anything. She did, however, spit in venom that he could get rejected for all she cared.

When that happened, she felt awful. Not enough to angst or cry over, of course. But there was... something that she felt uncomfortable with. Something that made her seek Jaune out and offer him a comforting shoulder.

She wasn't sure why she did what she did next then. Why she kissed him and dragged him to their room. Was it pity? Just the frustration from work that she needed to release? Or was it that she saw it as her chance at happiness and love? It didn't matter then. So it didn't matter now.

"I love you, Jaune."

"I love you too."

She got her happily ever after.

Gods help any poor soul that was dumb enough to try and steal it away.

Weiss was in need of serious help. He had known that for the last few weeks ever since she decided to become his personal cuckquean. Even though he neither asked her to nor wanted her to do that in the first place.

Jaune watched the heiress come to the cafeteria with the air of pride and power she had seemingly abandoned weeks ago. Well, nothing good could come from it, he thought. And he was right when she approached Steele with the same fake polite smile and tone that she used when talking to Pyrrha at the start of the year. He used to think it was lovely. Now all he saw the selfish want for something she was denied.

"- and so, I am willing to offer you good money in exchange for making Jaune my exclusive sex slave."

Seriously, what the hell was wrong with her?

"I assure you, Steele, money is not all I offer, of course," Weiss smiled charmingly as she presented her with the image on her scroll. "My family has connections. Connections that could give you things normal people could never hope to receive. Like these."

Jaune got a glimpse of what Weiss was offering.

And he had to restrain himself from yelling at Weiss there and then.

"Proesthetics?"

Steele was quiet, her voice not quite angry or happy. It was the same voice she used when the two of them were alone. When she was hurt but refused to admit or show it. The topic of her legs was among the few things that were able to pierce through her usually iron-hard demeanor. Weiss crossed the line like that and for what? To get his dick that she couldn't even handle?

"Not just any proesthetics," Weiss grinned. "Those are the latest work of none other than Pietro Pollendina. I have seen what you work with and let me tell you, the tech that these ones have are beyond and above anything you might want. Speed, strength and even the function to store and use Dust! You won't find it anywhere on the market here. And even if you did, it would cast you a fortune."

She smiled, the same smile a predator showed its prey.

"So do we have a deal?"

"Sure."

"I see, in that case how about-"

Weiss froze, her expression impossible to tell. Somewhere between the shock and manic glee.

"Did you just agree?"

"Sure did," Jaune watched Steele whistle. "All the money and the new legs, huh? I really should start charging girls around here for Jaune's time."

Jaune wasn't sure what to make of it. Whenever the topic came to Weiss, his girlfriend hated even talking about her. And yet right now she looked as if she actually enjoyed time with her.

Their eyes met, the brief smirk she gave him along with the roll of her beatiful eyes assured Jaune that it was all some sort of plan of hers. All she wanted from him right now was to play along. And so he did. Without saying anything more, he followed the heiress and his girlfriend along towards their private room. Weiss kept talking about how Steele made the best decision in her life, continuing to list all the benefits from this arrangement.

Steele, meanwhile, hummed in agreement with only occasional word or joke that showed Weiss she was still listening. He didn't miss, however, the playful eager sway of his girlfriend's hips. Or the promise of a particularly fun night ahead.

"Now... Let's begin!" Weiss grinned, practically tearing off her dress. Her panties were positively drenched by now. "Steele, you may stay and watch us tonight. Think of it as me showing you I am worthy of your kindness."

Her words didn't match her tone. There was no gratitude or appreciation. Only the same haughty arrogance that made Jaune want to gag Weiss and keep her as such. Still, he trusted Steele's judgement so said nothing as he began to strip off his own clothes. He was halfway done with pulling off his hoodie when Weiss lunged at him, pushing him onto the bed.

She might have put on the face of a proud and strong heiress in charge. But that slipped off and was thrown out the window the moment she pulled out his cock. Without much posturing and talking, she swallowed it whole, which impressed Jaune somewhat. Last time he allowed her to try and suck him off, she choked with only a third of it down her throat before passing out.

"Ah wahm bwaininh!" she looked at him happily, too obsessed with keeping his cock in her mouth to properly speak. She looked like an animal. Dumb. Prideless. Only obsessed with getting her fill for the day. She tried to mumble something more. "Ahm ghun- AAAH!"

Steele was having none of it as she smacked Weiss' petite pale ass, leaving a quickly reddening mark.

"Don't get too full of of yourself just cause you can fit the whole thing in," she hissed in the girl's ear, her fingers playing around with her swollen folds. "If you want to impress me, you gotta deepthroat him like your life depends on it."

Or the deal was off. Even as cock-drunk and needy as she was, even Weiss understood the hidden message. And so she did her best to please him. It was clear that she trained for this, as messed up as that sounded. No more gagging or choking or breaking for air. Weiss' nostrils flared as she began to bob her head up and down his fully erect cock. Her eyes dulled, her focus drifting away as she inhaled more and more of his scent.

Jaune would lie if he said he didn't enjoy it. Her blowjob was far from his normal stuff. She lacked the skills the other girls had. But she made up for those with sheer desperation and hunger. The fact that her throat was much tighter also helped her case.

Not for long though.

"Off."

She looked at Steele confused, continuing to suck like a spoiler brat. Steele quickly reminded the girl who was in charge and pulled her off of him by her hair. Weiss yelped in pain and landed on her ass, whining about how she could feel him close to cumming. Which, to be fair, he was. Jaune got off bed and Steele started jerking his cock off. Hard full-length pumps up and down enchanted the heiress as she stared at his pulsing member with the same awe as one could stare at the divinity.

"Open wide, bitch. And don't you dare move."

Without any argument, her hands locked behind her head, Weiss stretched out her mouth as wide as she could. Her tongue lolled out in desperate need to taste his semen as she prepared herself for the load. She, however, wasn't ready for the loag as big as his. The thick fat load covered her face, tongue and her bare breasts. He continued to cum, covering more and more of her porcelain skin. He could see her shake with need to scoop up whatever cum landed away from her tongue and swallow it whole. But she resisted. She obeyed.

She still, however, looked positibely drunk, breathing in the smell and shivering with pleasure at the feeling of the heavy cream all over her body.

"Get back on the bed, Schnee," Steele slapped her across her face, bringing the heiress out of her cum-drunk stupor. "Spread your ass wide and open. Don't make me wait."

She hurried to do so, eyes full of excitement. Jaune positioned himself right at the entrance of her virgin ass shortly after, his cockhead poking against her tight rosy hole. He knew that she managed to stretch it out a bit after all the anal torture the other girls had put her through. But he doubted she was ready to handle him without breaking apart. Girls like Arslan and Blake were natural and able to take it. But arrogant sluts like Cinder and Malachites failed and now were so broken they lost any actual brain cells at the lightest of slaps across their asses.

It seemed the heiress would be joining the latter quite soon.

"Before Jaune starts fucking you, answer this one simple question for me, Schnee," Steele looked the girl straight in the eye, scooping up some of his cum with her finger before popping it into her mouth. "How easy do you think I am?"

"Wha-What are you talking about?"

"You really should stop yammering in your sleep," she hissed in her ear as she buried her fingers deep in Weiss' abused and denied cunt. "Red told me about your plans. How you want to get Jaune under your thumb. Even that sweet little wedding fantasy about me."

Even as her cheeks burned with lust, Weiss somehow managed to pale in fear and shock. Jaune had no doubt that Ruby would be rewarded though.

"I thought to myself, should I leave it be or do something? I mean, you have neither ass nor tits nor even the actual personality to hold onto a man like Jaune, let alone steal him away," she continued to play around with Weiss, dragging her tongue across her cum-coated cheek. "But then I told myself, that you are just too dumb to let go of your obsession with my man. The only way to end it is to put an end to your fantasies once and for all."

She motioned for him to act. And so he did, pushing his way inside her ass. The heiress screamed as she felt his thick pulsating cock tear its way inside of her. No lube or lovely mercy as she was forced to endure the burning sensation of his hot meatrod. Arching her back and rolling her eyes, she came then and there, squirting all over Steele's fingers as she passed out.

Almost.

"Not so fast, cunt!" a rough and fast smack across her face kept the girl from fainting on them. She looked positively afraid. "You are not leaving this place until we fuck your brains out and some manners in. Jaune?"

The wicked grin spread across his lips.

"Yes, Steele?"

She returned one of her own.

"Let's break her."

Didn't have to tell him twice.

Grabbing onto her hips, he started to thrust in and out. There were no soft kisses exchanged like he did with Steele. No tight embraces they shared. No foreplay or gentleness in his motions. Even the worst of the bunch like Cinder or Glynda weren't treated as roughly and mercilessly as she was right now. He showed her mercy the first time she tried to have sex with him. He thought that was enough to show her where she belonged. But he was wrong.

And now was the time to correct that mistake.

"How does it feel, Schnee?" Steele asked the heiress even as the girl laid there, eyes and mouth open wide in silent scream. "You thought being treated like a cuckquean was bad? Having to watch the man you rejected fuck other girls into bliss you would never know seemed like Hell to you? Now guess what."

She cupped her cheeks and planted a deep wet kiss on her lips, invading her mouth with her hungry tongue. Jaune would lie if he said watching his girlfriend violate the mouth Weiss was not hot. He made sure Weiss knew that as he began to brutally pump her up and down his cock. At this point, her pussy was gushing like a fountain, cumming every two minutes or so.

"Now you are not even that! You are nothing, Schnee! Not a slave. Not a pet. Not a cuckquean!" she grinned as she watched the heiress look at her in growing fear and awe. "You are our toy! A living and breathing fleshlight! Doesn't that feel great? To be treated like a set of holes for my boyfriend to occasionally fuck out of boredom or frustration?"

High on the insanity of it all, drunk on the smell of sex that filled their room, Steele began viciously playing with Weiss's tits. Twisting and pulling, groping and slapping them like her personal stress relief toys, Steele showed the girl no mercy even the latter begged for it incoherently. "No more! P-Please, no more! I was wrong! I was wrong! I was wrong and I am sorry! Please!" she pleaded, her face broken between two emotions. She was crying and sobbing, her eyes genuinely fearful and regretful. While at the same time her lips were stretched out in a smile, her tongue lolled out for more of Steele's kisses. "He is going to break me! I am going to break! Break and be nothing! Nothing but a whore! Please, I can feel it! I can cumming my brains out!"

As if to emphasize her point, Weiss came once more, spraying her juices all over him. She collapsed, whispering some gibberish about mercy and servitude. Heh, guess her brains did leak out just now.

"And now for the final part!"

With glee, Steele guided his cock into her cunt. Positioning herself above the heiress' face, Steele grinned as some clarity returned to the girl's eyes. Good, she wanted her conscious and coherent for that.

"Here's how things will be from now on, Schnee," she sat down on her. The girl, barely more than an animal now, began to obediently lick at her cunt. "You are no longer a student here. No longer huntress in training. I am merciful enough not to send you back home with a bastard in your belly. But your life as a human being is now officially over."

The girl began to lick more desperately as Jaune started mercilessly violating her cunt. How long has it been since she got any cock in there? Judging by how tight she clung to him, she would say way too damn long. Even as she rode the heiress face and Jaune was making her unable to be satisfied by anyone ever again, the two had no trouble sharing a kiss. After all, the girl currently struggling under them was barely more than a tool. A simple mindless toy.

"You will live here with us from now on," Steele ignored the muffled thanks and praises the heiress sang her. All she had to do was get Glynda to arrange this and it would be perfect for them. "Of course you are not allowed on bed unless we say so. Not that you will be getting much sleep anyway."

She squirted on top of her, enjoying the sheer desperation with which the heiress lapped up her juices.

"Cum inside her, Jaune! Let's give the heiress a present for her last day as a human being!" Her boyfriend smirked as he quickened his pace, brutally and shamelessly violating the girl beneath him. Finally, he reached his limit and came inside, sending the torrent of fresh potent semen into the girl's unprotected womb. And together with him, the two girls came as well. Steele's orgasm was wild, full of excitement and fire as she marked the girl under her pussy as their property. And Weiss' was just as violent as she gave up on three things.

Her quest for Jaune.

Her pride.

Her very humanity.

Who needed any of that? As long as she got fucked like that, she didn't care they treated her like a toy. Yes, this time, she learned her place for real. No more schemes or plans. No more fantasies and dreams of being Jaune's lover and Mistress. She would never be any of that. She never could be anything beyond the simple dumb toy for them to use to their heart's content.

"I love, Jaune."

"I love you, Steele."

She was pushed off the bed and onto the cold floor, catching the glimpse of the two engaging in a passionate make-out session. So warm. So alive. It was something she craved but now knew better than desire. With a dumb smile and eyes peaceful in defeat, she fingered her sloppy cum-filled cunt. Her new life was beginning now. And she buried her fingers deeper as she imagined.

Her being a Mistress? A superior to anyone?

Her mess of a brain now was in a much better place. Her a superior? Perish the thought, what a joke. She would be everyone's toy and pet. A walking and talking jizz rag and pain slut. And now there was no humiliation in that. Only love and acceptance. She would go on months or even years of keeping her holes untouched and denied. If her Master and Mistresses told her to strip, she would do so with an eager smile and no resistance.

When Winter would come and visit, she would make sure to introduce her to her betters. Because Schnee women were just submissive sluts and pets disguised as prideful warriors and royalty. She couldn't wait to bring both her sister and mom under Jaune and Steele's rule. To serve the two alongside her family. Yes... That would be a new definition of a Schnee in her mind.

Schnees were not superior or better than anyone.

They were just a bunch of inferior fools in need of a lesson.

And she would make sure that the whole Remnant knew that.

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WHO WANTS TO ANALYZE CRAZY DREAMS?!!

Aight bros this dream I had last night was INSANE basically because it made a lot of sense in a lot of different weird ways and I personally love hearing people’s dreams and helping interpret them SO I hope all FOURTEEN of you maybe-real-people will consider sharing YOUR dreams with me via asks/messages/comments/whatever (if you want other people to weigh in then go for it in the comments otherwise I don’t mind if it’s just one-on-one I really just want to discuss dreams). To get the ball rolling I’ll describe my dream and my analysis of it (But feel free to just skip reading that part and go straight to yours if you want! I’m half typing this out just to keep a record for myself)

SO my dreams lately have involved being lost, usually in cities, where I’m vaguely aware of where I should be and am trying to find my way toward that. AND lately my dreams have distinct beginnings and ends and relative themes throughout, which is not how they used to be. I’m going to break this one down into separate numbered sections to kind of establish the timeline and to highlight the key parts.

Part 1: I was in an empty mall; mostly empty, with the stores all dark, but not closed. Think small town, mid-day, but technically open so one or two stores are still available for shopping. I was just sort of wandering through with no real goal, like a lazy tourist, and I knew I was in my local Big City.

Usually I go to this Big City and sort of do a lazy tourist thing a lot when I’m getting ready to attend a con, which I am currently irl preparing for, so it made sense to me that I was in the area wandering around.

Part 2: I saw a theatre attached to the mall, where there was basically just a big entrance that opens up and there it is - but it was a stage theatre, not a movie theater. I could see the stage and all the seating just past the ticket counter. Next thing I know, I see several drag queens in powdered wigs and costumes filing out of a nearby door, which I guessed led to a green room. At the end of the line was a close friend of mine, the only anatomical female of the group, dressed as Marie Antoinette, and she was surprised to see me and invited me to come watch the show (which, of course, I eagerly agreed to).

First of all, she would SO take that role and she would SO be part of a drag show if the opportunity presented itself, so all that made lots of sense to me. I also adore this friend, and don’t hear from her much, so I’ll take every opportunity to be around her if invited. The problem is this doesn’t happen often, and I get stuck feeling like me reaching out to hang out with her will come off as needy, but also that maybe she would prefer I reach out more and is disappointed that I haven’t. Also, I think the last time we hung out for real was the time I’d elected to let her know about a year-long unrequited crush I’d had on her, so in the interest of never making her feel awkward again, I feel like I can never be the one to initiate a hangout, even though we’d had an open conversation that went very well considering the circumstances. Oh - at this point I was also aware that I didn’t have my hair styled, makeup on, or an especially good outfit - I looked frumpy, which I felt she noticed. (She’s gorgeous, not in a fake way, legitimately she always looks great but she also does fucking bomb makeup whereas I feel like I’ve never fully learned it/understood it.)

Part 3: At the drag show, I realize it’s a dress rehearsal. No biggie. I head to the bathroom, where a lot of the queens are now actually getting ready, some in the bathroom and some out in the hall. I’m nonbinary, but I only recently learned what that even is and started embracing it; in the moment, I can’t decide if I should go into the female bathroom or the male bathroom. I really don’t want to be in their way while they’re getting ready and though my instinct is to go into the bathroom opposite my assigned sex in an act to embrace my newer self, I immediately think of how non-nonbinary (not-androgynous) I look, and shamefully head into my assigned sex’s bathroom.

This is no mystery, I still constantly feel like even a group for ‘people who don’t fit into the other groups’ is still too exclusive for me to fit into it; Like I’m posing, and I should just be quiet and stick to my assigned sex, and nonbinary isn’t what I am because I’m not nonbinary enough?? It’s hard to explain but I feel like you get it even if I can’t put it into words well. I felt like an asshole trying to go into the opposite sex’s bathroom, but I felt like a coward ducking my head and going into ‘my’ bathroom.

Part 4: In the bathroom, it didn’t matter what I’d chosen because the drag queens were getting ready in both (which I should have seen coming?) While in there I was of course half afraid I’d be seen through various gaps in the walls and did notice someone getting high out of a CVS bag in a stall.

This is basic bathroom-related anxiety I face in dreams a lot, although the drug thing is new and I think related to how often junkies are getting high on the steps literally outside my front door every night when I’m trying to go to bed. In the moment I felt like I should let someone know but I didn’t because I’m not street smart and somehow that implies that street smart people don’t need me getting into their business?? Idk

Part 5: I found a former theatre club classmate to sit with to watch the rehearsal. I don’t remember the show at all but I remember that I was supposedly there for the whole thing and didn’t get to see or talk to my friend at all, so I ended up wandering out without saying goodbye.

Typical again - At social events with this friend, I feel like the norm has been that I don’t actually get to spend much time with her and that it’s not really noticed if I leave

Part 6: My cat was with me?? My cat, an FIV positive soft boi who I love with everything in me, was for some reason with me on this trip and I’ve just realized I’ve lost him in this mall. He doesn’t wear a collar and is easily spooked. Somehow I see him in an open area and swoop him up into my arms and tight against my chest; now I just have to not let him wrestle free while I find my way back to the car.

Again SO normal, but in a new, FUN terrible way! Combining my fear of losing my sick cat outside and not being able to find my car in a big city during an important situation. Both are repeat anxiety nightmares, but I’ve never had it structured like this before.

Part 7: I don’t remember where the car is or how far; I only have a vague idea; I also know there’s no way when I get there I’ll be able to open the door without losing him but right now I’m just focused on finding the car. Suddenly there’s a few people here and there in the mall and I’m really worried that someone will approach me to touch my cat or to offer help and only end up spooking him. A kid walks up to me and he has a gameboy open in his hands; I know he just wants to touch my cat but I explain I need to get him to my car and he offers to help, which mostly is just him following me while half-playing his pokemon game and half looking at my cat.

The boy is the same age/slightly younger than my youngest brother and looks exactly like him and acts exactly like him, he just isn’t him somehow - and he’s legitimately sort-of-trying-to-help in his own kid way. I appreciate the moral support. But I’m confused what this represents in my dream?? Me and my youngest bro used to be very close, but I was a little distant with him after I moved out and lately now that he’s in high school I feel like he doesn’t want my attention as much as he used to and also doesn’t want to spend time together.

Part 8: At one point I’m squeezing my cat so tight to my chest he’s gone limp and isn’t breathing - but I loosen up and check and he’s fine after just a second, although he’s irritated and a little squirmy. Somehow this boy with us has now gotten me to finding my car at the top of an open parking garage and I haven’t dropped the cat the whole way. I open the door and start putting my stuff on the seat (I had a purse this whole time). In the front seat, there’s actually already a cat. My cat?? I say out loud, ‘oh, I didn’t actually bring him in - there’s an unopened one right here!’. Because the cat in the car, my cat, has a San Pelligrino soda foil cap on its head. Also, I realize I dropped my cat - you know, the one I’d carried back? But no, there he is, and I pick him up and put him in the back seat. He’s also my cat. And somehow I’m still more worried about his well-being, even though supposedly, the cat in the front seat with the foil hat is mine.

The squeezing thing is a memory of the other night irl when I realized my cat was so deep asleep he felt like he’d stopped breathing and when I moved him to wake him he was completely limp and still; he’s fine now and was confused and irate at me for waking him before. But the two cats thing was throwing me off really hard; All I knew was that a family friend literally just put down her cat yesterday and that I’d seen pictures of her baby girl, and this girl cat looked exactly like my boy cat and was roughly the same age and had an illness. But I was certain that both of these dream cats were my boy, although weirdly I was more loyal to the one I’d been carrying.

My husband actually helped me figure out this crazy shit in a way that blew my mind (because foil hat was reaaally confusing me.) He asked what I usually do with San Pelligrino sodas, and got me to admit that usually, I don’t finish them. (I don’t always finish most drinks actually.) But it really sucks when I leave a San Pelli unfinished, because they’re expensive and they’re one of my favorites, so wasting it is a bigger deal than wasting other drinks, and I feel regretful because I didn’t get to appreciate them all the way to their end and guilty because I didn’t do all that I could to make sure they weren’t wasted. He said the cat in the front seat is a healthy cat - an ‘unopened’ one that I haven’t put in danger and that doesn’t have any predetermined threats to its well-being because it’s ‘new’. I wish desperately that I didn’t have to be constantly afraid of losing my FIV boy to an illness, but at the same time I would never want to replace him with a healthy cat even if they were exactly the same - his weakness has made me not only glad I have him in my own care, where I know I’d give anything in my power to keep him healthy and happy - it’s made me and my husband open to the idea of seeking out needy pets in the future that might not otherwise have chances with families. (We also know that we have to be ready for the worst; if a vet tells us our boy isn’t going to be happy or isn’t going to feel healthy, we need to be ready to let go and voluntarily put him down when his quality of life diminishes.) Basically, having the opportunity of the healthy-safe-front-seat-fresh-cat didn’t make me forget or discard the one I’d carried back with me, and I think that’s my brain reaffirming I don’t regret my boi and will protect him with everything I have until I literally can’t anymore.

That was the end of my dream - putting the rescued cat in the back seat safely while acknowledging the other cat. And I woke up with my cat snuggling me, of course. I’ve had a lot of these weirdly detailed dreams lately and I love writing them out. Watchyal got? Anyone??

#dreams #I once dreamt #dream meanings #dream analysis #dream discussion #share your literal dreams!

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drink-n-watch · 5 years ago

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Well, it seems this show is just going to stubbornly refuse to not be charming. Fine! On top of that it is an absolutely stunning sunny early spring day here which is saying something as it has been snowing, dark and miserable all week… I guess I’m just going to have to deal with a wonderful Saturday…. and I have to work all weekend ARRRRGGGHHH. Not gonna lie – I’m pretty bitter about it! I know I shouldn’t complain and I am grateful – I’m just a bit tired, is all.

How are you doing Crow? I hope the weather is just as great where you are and that you are getting a chance to enjoy it!

I’m very sorry to hear you have to work this weekend! At least you don’t also have to deal with a blizzard. That would be even worse. Though that probably doesn’t help much! I’m doing well, and thanks for asking. I, too, am trying to deal with Villainess’ stubborn charm. It’s tough, but I think these reviews will help! Oh, I’m in normal font and there will be spoilers.

Let’s get to this episode. I took notes and there are a few things I want to talk about, but let’s get the summary out of the way, first.

Catarina is now 15, I think, and just starting magical boarding high school with all her friends, which is also where the game Fortune Lover actually starts. And so, it is finally time to meet the great Maria. The influence Catarina has had on the people around her is quite impressive, but she doesn’t seem to quite realize it. She does call herself a dummy and her grades aren’t as good as her friends so she may just have a tendency to underestimate herself.

Not to interrupt, but “doesn’t seem to quite realize it” is a really, really kind way of saying she didn’t feel the mighty wind as the clues passed right over her head! In rapid succession. For hours at a time.

This said, the group is as we know them. Ketih may be attractive and therefore draw the attention of women, but he’s pretty much the opposite of a playboy. Catarina keeps calling Geordo “dark hearted,” but he has been patient and kind with everyone from what we have seen. Alan is relaxed and has no particular need to constantly prove himself and Nicol… well we never got to know him much, so I can’t say. In any case, these are certainly not the archetypes we started with.

So when Maria makes her entrance, she doesn’t have quite the effect on them that she is supposed to, but Catarina is blind to all that and still very worried about her future. A worry she deals with in her traditional way: Farming. However, when Catarina and Maria fnally do meet, Catarina can’t help but be charmed as well, and the two become friendly to the point that Catarina protects Maria from bullying when other students were picking on her for her commoner background. An event that was supposed to have happened with Gerodo.

Keep your enemies closer is a fine strategy, but what now!

The theme you mentioned of Catarina still being so worried is giving the show so much opportunity for humor and happenstance based on misperceptions. Like when Catarina and Alan were looking at the student rankings, and he “casually” mentioned he was asked to give a piano recital and wondered if she’d attend. Still wanting to avoid doom flags, she enthusiastically said she’d love to. It was only then that he actually agreed to do it — pretty much just for her.

Or when, after saving Maria from the bullies (and may I say that I now have a strong appreciation for Catarina’s Resting Villainess Face and how effectively it scared the bullies away?), Catarina scarfed down all of the muffins. Which had been on the ground. Catarina misinterpreted Maria’s expression and apologized all over herself. But when Catarina said how delicious the treats had been, Maria positively glowed.

Or how about Mary coming right out and saying that if Catarina didn’t feel well, “I’ll look after you day and night.”

Catarina seems like she’s already conquered the entire main cast! And yet she’s still terrified.

One thing I kept thinking about, if Catarina was a 17 year old girl in a 9 year old body, is she in fact 23 now? Will she outgrow these games? I’m not saying she should, I haven’t…

I haven’t outgrown games, and I’m more than 3 times her age! Heck, now I can afford a better gaming rig than I could when I was a young ‘un. I still think disposable income is cool…

We only see him for a second, but I am very intrigued by the student council president. He’s the final character in the OP, which makes him fairly memorable and I have been wondering who he is for 3 episodes now. He didn’t have a big role this week or anything, but I’m really curious what his part in the story will be. Any guesses?

Catarina seemed quite taken with Sirius Deek (to use Anilist’s spelling; Crunchyroll used Sirius Dieke). I wonder if her actions will turn the game on its head? Will she actually develop a romantic interest in Sirius — and the rest of the cast becomes his rival? Or will he get swept up in Catarina’s harem hurricane like everyone else?

Maria finally got a face after she met Catarina. I really like this on a couple of levels. You could easily write off her facelessness up until now as a stylistic choice to add some suspense and mystery to the character. Keep us on our toes. But it also fits well with the tome theme as main characters (especially in older games) are often faceless. I think it’s for that the people who play them can just project their own features on the character, or something like that. Even the mystic messenger MC is faceless and that’s a fairly recent game.

I don’t like faceless MCs. It’s a little creepy and it really drives home just how shallow and substanceless these “characters” usually are. Yeah, I hesitate to call them characters…

So I’m choosing to read way too much into it and say that her meeting with Catarina allowed Maria to become more than an empty vessel. Not just a stock character whose entire purpose revolves around getting herself a man but an actual person, with friends! Awwwww!

Including a friend who, with a fierce look, drove off four or five other young women who were probably upperclassmen. Maybe I could make the case that Maria is still close to the trope of a shrinking violet, but it looks like the closer she gets to Catarina, the more comfortable she becomes with herself.

Bit of a trend, isn’t it?

And once again Maria stole one of the boy’s scenes. That’s at least twice now! I got to say, the boys only seem happier for it. We could always overthink this one as a gentle commentary of socially imposed gender normative roles and how we are better off just being ourselves.

But it may also be an excuse for some more implied shoujo-ai.

Heck it can be both!!!

I’m going with both. I’ve never been one to embrace false dilemmas! There are enough real dilemmas to be embraced! Or something…

So what I’m saying is that this is a very fun show. My favourite anime about tree climbing so far!

I cannot think of a funnier or more enjoyable tree-climbing anime ever. It’s quite the distinction!

And I’m still laughing over Catarina’s mom’s parting words of advice: “Don’t lift up your skirt, eat food off the floor, or throw your toys even accidentally.” And Catarina’s already eaten food off the floor! Well, the ground, anyway.

My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! ep 4 – Ave Maria Well, it seems this show is just going to stubbornly refuse to not be charming. Fine! On top of that it is an absolutely stunning sunny early spring day here which is saying something as it has been snowing, dark and miserable all week… I guess I'm just going to have to deal with a wonderful Saturday….

#anime #blonde bishie #comedy #My Next Life as a Villainess #otome #reverse harem #romance

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sargent-art · 7 years ago

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Communication

Our prompt for this week was communication so here’s a short story about a new girl from a different cultural background than we’re used to. She’s dropped into the heart of Kansas and has to work through odd social norms and stereotypes. This is only my second draft so it’s not completely done yet.

A small hand appeared at the entrance to a blue cube cubby. The hand searched around until it brushed against a bright red shoe. The hand carefully extracted the shoe from the cubby and continued to feel around for its pair, but It came up empty. Outside, and a few feet below the cubby entrance, stood a little girl with straight black hair and olive skin. She looked about 7 or 8 with some baby fat still present on her cheeks. She wore a green t-shirt with the incredible hulk sketched on the front and blue jeans. Her name was Talia. She stood there holding her one red shoe with a puzzled look on her face.

Again, she reached up high into her cubby, and yet she came up empty-handed. She considered asking her teacher, but she was far too nervous to ask. It was her first year at this school and it seemed like every time she opened her mouth she was mocked for her bad English, or she would say something dumb that evoked vicious mockery from her classmates. So as much as possible she kept quiet, and no one laughed or thought less of her.

She laced up her one shoe and headed home. Her new school was in the middle of podunk Kansas so she would walk or ride her bike home on most days. She loved her shiny red messenger bike, the way the red looked against the barren background of Kansas. She unlocked her bike with a shiny silver key around her neck and headed for the road home. But before she could hop on a tall blonde girl leaned against the bike rack.

“Why are you only wearing one shoe?” the bold girl asked with a devious smile on her face.

“I couldn’t find it,” Talia said back as plainly as she could. Talia had seen this girl before making fun of her and just wanted her to leave; she remembered her name to be Emma.

“I know who has it “

“Then why did you ask if you already knew?” She looked back at the blonde with an eyebrow raised.

“Vincent took it,” Emma said with a satisfied look.

“Why?” Talia said getting more confused by the second.

“I think he liiiiiikes you,” she said exaggerating the amount of I’s in likes.

“Then why would he take my shoe?” Talia asked.

“Look I don't know what boys were like back where you used to live, but here if a boy takes your stuff of is mean, it means they like you!” she said practically squealing.

“But that seems to mean,” Talia said with concerned eyes.

“It’s not though because it’s flirting.” Emma snapped back.

“Oh” was all Talia could think to say

“So do you like him back” Emma was persistent to keep every inch of drama alive at this small town elementary school.

“He’s never even talked to me before,” Talia said plainly.

“Well do you think he’s cute?” Talia's face flushed red at the last comment. She wasn’t accustomed to talking to anyone until now let alone boys. Even just thinking about romance in Amway made her fidget uncomfortably.

“You doooo!” Emma almost yelled.

“I didn’t say that! I just don’t like talking about this kind of thing” Talia snapped

“Well your face says something else. It’s settled then; I'll go tel vincent that you like him” Emma said skipping away apparently very satisfied with herself.

“Wai- “ but before Talia could say anything else Emma was gone.

Emma spent the bike ride home confused and worried.

“why was being robbed such a good thing? Maybe Vincent was a nice guy, but that didn’t change the fact that they didn’t even know each other. Maybe he could help her fit in at school or play tag with, but boyfriends are icky, everyone knows that!” Talia thought to herself as her rubber tires bounced along the dirt road.

When she got home, she instantly took off her shoe and snuck upstairs. Lucky her mom was watching WWE wrestling on the couch and didn’t notice her entrance.

“If mom notices I’m missing shoes she’s gonna kill me,” Talia thought to herself as she scaled the steps like a mountain goat using all fours.

When she got up to her room, she quietly shut the door and collapsed onto the bottom bunk taking up most of the space in the small room. Soon, a small head poked out from the top bunk.

“What up Tali?” her big sister said as Talia began to wrap herself in a big blue blanket.

“Everyone in this town is upside down and backward,” Talia said through a pillow.

“You got that right kiddo. ” Talia’s sister Aaron said as she jumped down and sat next to Talia on the bottom bunk.

Aaron was starting her Junior year of high school and It seemed like they were in the same boat. Aarons English was a lot better than hers, but her classes seemed so hard and the people somehow just got meaner.

“What happened?” her sister said rubbing the lump under a pile of pillows and blankets.

“A boy stole my shoe, and then this girl said he did it because he likes me, but if Vincent likes me then why would he take me stuff? Then she said that boys are mean if they like you!” She said muffled by the blankets.

“I know the feeling kids; it seems like it’s the same in high school. All the girls go for guys that don't give them the time of day, and it’s horrible to watch. Nothing seems to change from elementary school.” her sister said solemnly.

“But I don't want to be like that,” Talia said popping out from under the blanket.

“We don’t need to be like that. We are strong independent women who don’t need to man!” Aaron said tackling Talia and tickling her to the ground.

“STOOOOOP!!!!!” Talia screeched as the two sisters laughed and battled for victory. That night Talia went to sleep feeling strong and ready for anything that could stand in her path.

The next day at school Talia held her head high and ignored all the snickers and jabs at her English and the whispers circling about the supposed romance between her and Vincent. She answered nearly ten questions and felt happy and proud of her independence and strength. Anytime she felt doubt she would think of Aaron and how she would make her proud.

When the school day ended she headed straight for the bike rack and headed home. Her face plastered with a smile ready to tell Aaron how well she did. But all of a sudden a blue dirt bike appeared next to her, then in front of her. She grabbed the breaks, her tires halted, and she was flung forward off the front of her bike onto the rocky ground. Her knees and hands top layer of skin had easily been scrapped off, and she found scratches on every inch of uncovered skin.

She looked up, and as the dust cleared, she met every with Vincent. For a split second his eyes looked sorry and sad. But that was quickly replaced with a slightly forced smirk.

“Why did you do that?” Talia yelled with tears in her eyes.

“Well… umm... “ He said nervously. “ I have your shoe” he finally said with a smirk returning to his face.

“Oh,” she said with a hint of venom in her words.

He reached down to give it to her, and just as it was within her reach, he jerked his hand back and the shoe was out of her reach.

“If you want it, you better come and get it,” he said mockingly then turned his bike and headed towards the bridge.

By this point Talia had lost is. She was mad. She didn’t understand her new school or anyone in Kansas, but she knew then that she was going to get her shoe back to prove to herself and everyone else that everyone else was backwards and wrong, not her! This isn’t how people should treat each other and certainly not how friends act.

She slowly stood up, her knees wobbled a little from the fall, but she was determined. She mounted her bike and began to pedal in pursuit of Vincent. He noticed she was following and flashed a toothy grin back at her. She kept on following him till they got to the bridge. When Vincent suddenly jumped off of this bike, ran to the side of the bridge, and held the shoe out over the water. His sly mischievous smile still plastered on his dimpled face.

Talia slowly stopped and put her bike down. She carefully walked towards him with her hands up in defense. His hand tightened as she drew closer then released and the bright red shoe tumbled into the river.

“Ploop!”

They both watched as it slowly floated farther and farther away. Talia’s eyes began swelling with tears. She turned to Vincent who was utterly taken aback by her reaction. Vincent's eyes were wide and laced with confusion.

“Why are you crying?” he asked quietly.

“You stole my shoe than threw it in the river and made me crash my bike!” she yelled back at him.

“Yeah, but didn’t you want me to?” he said back with a puzzled tone.

“No!” she yelled making Vincent jump a little. “Why would I ever possibly want to fall off my bike and lose my shoe on purpose?!” she said sarcastically.

“Well, I don't know, but Isn’t this what I’m supposed to do? That’s what my brother said.” Vincent said defensively.

“What about treating me like a person, like a friend instead?” Talia said no longer yelling.

Vincent's head drooped and his eyes dropped to a small patch of dirt he started pushing around with his shoe. A few seconds of silence passed before Vincent worked up the courage to speak again.

“I- 'm sorry” she stuttered out. “ I don’t really like being mean but everyone says I’m good for doing it.” He said as tears began to bubble over his eyelids.

Talia hesitated, she understood him. Ever since she got here everyone was told exactly what to be, whether it was a polite young lady who sits still and behaves or an obnoxious boy who plays sports and fist fights with his friends. Your parents told you by buying you pink barbies or a soccer ball, everyone else defines you by girl or boy and acts accordingly.

Talia reached out a placed a hand on Vincent's shoulder.

“Do you want to be friends with me Vincent?” she said gingerly.

Tears still streaming down his face, Vincent turned to look at Talia with puffy red eyes.

“After everything, I did to you-you still want to be friends?” he asked choking on his words slightly.

“Just one rule. No more being mean,” she said objectively.

“Deal. I never liked being mean anyways,” he said with a bright smile.

Vincent extended his hand out, Talia spit into her hand and shook his firmly.

“EEEEEWWWWW!!!!” he screeched pulling his hand away.

Talia couldn’t help but explode with laughter, and Vincent quickly followed. They laughed and laughed until they couldn’t breathe. They spent the rest of the day following the river looking for a missing shoe, which turned out to be quite the adventure for our two heroes. They became the best of friends and never let anyone else tell them who they could be.

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