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exphhoria · 6 months

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Sweet as a melody

How the genshin men sound ft. Albedo, Childe, Scaramouche, Kazuha, Venti, Zhongli, Gorou, Cyno, Bennett, Aether, Xiao, Tighnari, and Kaveh

CW : Dom!reader x sub!character, Childe / Scara / Kaveh are brats, Bennett is aged up, penetration ( characters ), mention of penetration!receiving ( Childe ), light degradation ( Kazuha ), choking ( Venti ), semi-public ( Kazuha / Venti / Gorou ), overstimulation ( Zhongli ), dacryphilia ( Cyno / Bennett / Xiao / Kaveh ), breeding ( Aether ), spanking ( Zhongli ), praise ( Gorou ), edging ( Kaveh )

Albedo is all quick breaths, sharp inhales, and quiet groans, but when he’s thoroughly fucked out ( think- after an orgasm or two ), he lets out prettiest, unrestrained moans. He has a small dick that flushes pink at the tip and it’s so sensitive. Frot against it, and he’ll quickly be gasping and biting down on your neck to quiet his moans.

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Childe is mostly curses, your name, and grunts and groans. After a few rounds, he can’t speak properly so all that comes out are sounds vaguely resembling words. “F-fuck y/n- do-don’t stop” “Shit, you’re tight” P.S. brat right here ! Fuck his brains out until he can’t remember any of his usual cockiness. Childe acts like he’s all that, but it doesn’t take much for him to unravel under you, begging you to let him cum.

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Scara tries to act all tough at the start, putting on an act of defiance. Soon enough his “Fuck you”s and “I’m gonna kill you”s turn into loud, choked moans and pants of “a-ah! Right there” and “S-shit harderfsggs!” His pride only holds up for so long before you thoroughly ruin him ( he’s such a brat, pls put him in his place )

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Kazuha has high, breathy moans. They’re not extremely loud, but not quiet either. He’s also very mischievous and not shy about telling you how you make him feel. He’ll often whisper into your ear in public, describing to you all the things he wants you to do to him. Get back at him by wrapping your arms around his waist and toying with his nipples, discreetly rubbing the sensitive buds. He’ll turn into a blushing mess, squirming and stuttering. Just know that you’ll have to take responsibility for what you started ! Pull him into an alleyway to fuck him silly. “Better keep quiet, love,” you’ll mutter, “or do you want everyone to hear what a slut you are?” He’ll do his best to keep quiet, biting down on his lip in the most seductive way as you make quick work of him.

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There’s a certain bard who does not know how hold back in the slightest. Of course, this mischievous little bard is Venti. He moans like a whole ass pornstar. He’s so loud. If you don’t have sound proof walls, you’ll need to either choke him or gag him with your fingers to keep him quiet ( lest you want the whole neighborhood to know what you’re up to ). Kiss him until he’s gasping for air and his legs buckle underneath him. Venti wants everyone to know how good you make him feel, always leaving the windows open just in case someone walks by, only to see him pushed up against a wall with his legs spread wide and tongue lulling out while you pound into him.

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Zhongli tries to hide his lack of composure, but when you’re filling him up so perfectly, it’s hard to keep quiet. He has these low grunts and moans that come out all pretty and broken when overstimmed. He looks so gorgeous with his back arched and ass in the air just for you. Slap it, hard, and don’t apologize after. If you spank him in public, he’ll only glare at you sternly, secretly hoping you don’t notice the subtle tent forming in his pants.

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Gorou tries to stifle his moans at first, after all, he has a reputation to maintain, y’know? Especially because you always seem to want to embarrass him, dragging him into his tent and fucking him right there in the camps. It’s so hard for him to keep quiet when you’re making him feel so good, but he’ll try his best to be a good for you. Tell him how well he’s doing, staying quiet despite taking your cock and he’ll cum right then and there from the praise. When you’re alone, that’s when he can finally let loose, clawing at the sheets, your back, anything he can reach and moaning and gasping like he’s within an inch of his life.

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Cyno has these soft, airy moans that drive you absolutely insane. If you’re not already, hearing his pretty little whimpers make you want to completely ruin him until the only words on his tongue are your name and his face is streaked with tears. He’s so obedient for you, not cumming unless you give him the command. It’s not his fault if he messes up and cums all over himself, not when you hit that perfect spot inside of him. Take pity and don’t punish him, okay? After all, such a good boy following your commands.

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Bennett was definitely a virgin before meeting you. He cries really easily too and has these pretty little whimpers that make your dick twitch while still inside him. It doesn’t take much until he’s babbling out a broken, “A-agh! To-too much… can- can’t cum any- ah m-mmgh more.” He passes out after just a few rounds bc he can’t handle all the sensations of how good you make him feel. Manhandle him pls, he loves the feeling of losing control and letting someone have full power over him.

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Aether is very vocal in bed, not bothering to mask how loud he is. His moans are high pitched and mellow, sweet as honey. He’s always trying to tell you to go faster, but he’s so far gone that the only sounds that come out are his incoherent babbling interrupted by gasps and moans as he chokes on tears. He’s such a slut, not satisfied even after cum is leaking from his hole and dripping down his thighs. Pls breed him until he’s so filled with your cum, there’s a visible bulge on his stomach. With how rough you are, he can only come up with so many excuses before his colleagues start to wonder how he’s always losing his voice !!

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Inexperienced Xiao ftw !! He’s another one to have very breathy moans, lots of gasps and grunts too. In all the years he’s lived as an adeptus, he’s never had his insides so utterly wrecked. You’re just so big ! He can’t help the tears that stain his face nor the way his eyes roll back when you kiss his prostate so exquisitely. He’s quick to pass out, cum spilling out of his hole as he clenches on nothing. Keep fucking him while he’s unconscious and his eyebrows will furrow is the most beautifully delicate way.

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Oh my gosh- Tighnari is so needy. You don’t have sex often, but when you do, it’s rough. After being pent up for so long, he wants to be fully ruined. He’ll whine and pant, begging you to go faster, to let him cum. He’ll claw at your back, leaving countless love bites on your neck and shoulders. The only thing he can do to stop from screaming is biting down on your tender flesh and whimpering into your neck. He’ll be too dazed to speak, only loud moans and whines coming out from his marred throat. He won’t be satisfied unless he’s cum at least 5 times. He’ll try to get up early to groom himself and get to work so you’ll just have to keep fucking him until it’s dawn and he’s passed out from pleasure.

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Kaveh whimpers btw. He’s a brat too, he’ll pretend he’s tough and doesn’t like it, but when he’s close to cumming, he’ll be too busy chasing his release to keep pretending. He’s another clawer, be prepared to have your back covered in scratch marks for the next few days. It’ll look like you got attacked by a hilichurl ( or a cat ), best to just let people believe that’s the case. He likes to tease you in public so you’ll just have to punish him later by edging him until he’s sobbing and begging you to please let him cum. “P-please hic, I swear I won’t- mmMgh do it again”

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cerastes · 3 months

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Do you think at some point early on in Arknights the intent was to be a buildup to a more critical look at Rhodes as more morally grey than it first appears? Because when I started the game I was so sure that's where it was going. Popukar probably being one of the first characters you get, the idea of SWEEP, the understanding I had at the time of darknights doctor and y'know, the villains being who they are. I just thought it would be more of a thing.

I don't think necessarily, I think the intent was always to posit Rhodes Island as "as good as you can get while still being a relatively major power but not quite as big or resourceful as a state". I do think it bears mentioning that child soldiers/children and teenagers with a job as a concept don't seem to really carry a stigma as they do in the real world: The only real times in which these are painted in negative lights are when the conditions or results of these decisions end up in something negative:

Popukar was clearly indentured labor at the lumberyard. The part that's condemned is that she was miserable and practically a slave, not really that she was working per se, and she's given a job by RI later after Kal'tsit personally gets her out of there.

Frostleaf's being a child soldier even before Rhodes Island isn't really all that condemned, the effects it had on her psyche is.

Absinthe, just orphaned, is made a Rhodes Island Operator. This notion isn't rejected or truly contested, no more than "maybe we can send her somewhere proper for care". Hell, all the Ursus kids also get made into Operators.

Even outside of this, we hire children frequently: Bubble, Suzuran, Shamare, you name it. Sure, each has a context, especially Shamare who is Fucking Haunted, but the matter of the fact is that Rhodes Island isn't just housing them, it's also showing no real qualms with them taking the Operator Testing Battery and, if they succeed, hiring them. It's mentioned several times that Rhodes Island has many non-combat roles -- Angelina used to be a Messenger for Rhodes Island before taking the Operator test, Orchid was offered a desk job at Rhodes Island initially, and Weedy was a Rhodes Island researcher who explicitly worked out and trained so she could pass the physical components of the test -- but there's no real turn of eyes when a child says mmmm yeah I'll do the Battlefield Supporter Battery please, thank you.

Amiya is, you know, the CEO of Rhodes Island, and that IS pointed out in a "damn, fucked up" way, but what's being lamented is not her having a job, it's her having a BIG difficult job. I think no one would bat an eye if Amiya was a regular Operator under Theresa instead (granted, because she's the owner's daughter, but even without that link).

These are some examples of in-universe logic regarding the whole child soldier and kid with a job. I'd wager it's because life expectancy in Terra is pretty damn low from what we've gathered: Armed conflict, crime, Catastrophes, Oripathy, there's plenty of ways to kick the bucket in Terra, much like it was in Ye Olde Ages in real life, which is coincidentally an era in which by 16 you already were an adult and were expected to start having adult responsibilities.

Pre-Amnesia Doctor was definitely not a stellar person but it's always understood that they weren't bad as much as broken: Scout put it best that it broke his heart to have seen this kind educator and fun, loving individual become a heartless tactician. Even when described this way, though, it wasn't like Doc became this Brooding Evil Mass, it's still mentioned plenty that they were pretty beloved by most people and a person they liked being friends with -- Ace, Scout, and Amiya all corroborate this, and in flashbacks, you have Theresa being pretty warm with Doc -- but if you were a footsoldier, Doctor was probably your worst nightmare because you were disposable -- W, Ines, Hoederer and Flamebringer can tell you as much -- so we had less a villain or a vile individual and more a broken individual who was remolded into someone that could withstand the immense psychological pressure that came with having their role. That's not to sanitize pre-amn Doctor, it's to echo the game's own words on them as per the characters in the setting that knew them from back then, and who held both positive and negative opinions on them.

Looking at all of these from an in-universe lens, they all have coherent in-universe explanations. I also think they would have foreshadowed any sort of Rhodes Island Insiduous Vileness with characters or actions by now: Less than stellar, antagonistic high command, dubious orders to do some vile stuff, other such things. The closest we get to this is Kal'tsit hating Doctor's guts, but also Kal'tsit is a really good person and her hatred of Doctor stems from her knowing them pre-amnesia, seeing how that happened, and what Doc did in those times, particularly one big event that's pretty lore relevant.

You may have noticed the elephant in the room [SPOILERS FOR PEOPLE NOT DONE WITH THE REUNION ARC YET]: I didn't address the enemy part yet. That's because that's the part that I still have some conflicted feelings over: The real enemy, in the end, isn't Reunion's ideals -- which are shared with Rhodes Island -- but rather it's what Reunion has become, a false flag operation for the Ursus Empire to justify a war. On one hand, I like that, on the other, I do think it's something that should've been more graciously hinted at in the very early chapters, because in those very early chapters, you REALLY are rent-a-cops in essence, putting down the people you set out to help. Of course, it's not that simple and there's a nuance as to why and the business dealings and all that, but given the relative simplicity and pace of the early chapters, it really is easy to see it come across that way.

It does, however, ring consistent with what we were previously talking about, though: The essence of, more than the act or thing in itself. Or, in other words, in Terra, the onus of things seem to be placed on the result or context surrounding something more than that something in itself: Child soldiers are fine, unhappy and in-risk child soldiers are not. Teenagers with jobs are fine, teenagers with huge stressful jobs way out of their league are not. Revolutionary movements are fine, revolutionary movements with civilian casualties are not. And so on. There is DEFINITELY commentary that can be had about this, mind you, but that can be for another post in another blog.

With this in mind, I go back to what was first said in this post, I think the idea was always to posit Rhodes Island as "as good as you can get while still being a relatively major power but not quite as big or resourceful as a state".

#arknights

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katsu28 · 1 year

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OMG grapple with rafe please 🤭🤭

i have not written for this man in a hot minute!! thank u for requesting ri my dear ILY <3

rafe cameron x reader, 1.8k

“You want me to take you down.”

“No, I want you to try.”

“You’re a child, Cameron.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re scared, aren’t you?” Rafe teased, holding your phone up high and away from your reaching hands. “C’mon, you want it back, you’re gonna have to come get it.”

“I’m not playing your game!” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Just give it back!”

“Come. Get. It.” He repeated slowly, a drawn out proposition paired with the gleefully smug grin on his face that had you huffing in annoyance at your best friend. He tossed your phone on the armchair behind him, hunkering down into a guard stance. “You can admit defeat, y’know. Just say ‘Rafe Cameron is the greatest of all time’. I’ll even shorten it for you, you can just call me the GOAT.”

“How ‘bout I call you a donkey instead?”

He feigned being stabbed in the gut for a few dramatic seconds before pulling the imaginary knife out and pretending to drop it on the floor. “Low blow, but I can handle it.”

You rolled your eyes at him. There were two options here—play his game and try to take him down, or surrender and say those dreaded words. Naturally, you picked the one you had no chance at.

Sending a prayer to whoever was listening, you feigned left and went right, lunging at Rafe to the best of your ability. He didn’t fall for your weak attempt at a fake out, instead catching you around the waist and taking you down to the carpet with ease.

You noticed that he took the care to slide his hand under your head so it didn’t bounce off the floor. It would’ve been nice, except that hand retreated and pinned your wrist above your head before you could fight Rafe off. He did the same to the other hand too.

His knee slotted between yours for leverage as you wriggled in his grasp with no avail. You were pinned securely under his hands as he loomed over you.

“Told you I’d win.” He breathed, his grin very Cheshire cat-like. You opened your mouth to shoot back a witty retort, but your voice died in your throat when his head dropped down a little closer towards yours.

You suddenly came to terms with the very compromising position you were in with Rafe right now; your faces were mere inches apart, so close you could smell that damn mint gum he was always chewing on. So close you could see the scar hidden in his eyebrow he’d gotten when he’d crashed his bike when you were kids, the flecks of green in his blue eyes. In short, he was right there.

The tension in the room had quickly turned unbearably thick, too heavy for your liking, but you couldn’t bring yourself to break eye contact. Part of you liked the way Rafe was looking at you.

His eyes flicked down to your lips for a split millisecond before snapping right back up, and if you hadn’t been in such close proximity, you wouldn’t have noticed it at all. But you did, and so began the most devious plan that you really only had a few seconds to formulate in your head.

You pretended to struggle for a few more seconds before feigning giving up, aiming a pout up at Rafe. His mouth curved into a smug sort of smile, all previous intensity in those irritatingly pretty eyes of his long since forgotten. He probably thought he’d just won.

“Face it, you can’t—” Whatever gloat he was about to throw your way was cut off by you leaning up towards him, pressing your lips against his. Rafe made a strangled sort of sound right off the bat, freezing immediately the instant your mouth touched his. Just as fast, he kissed you back eagerly, way more eager than one friend should be kissing the other. And as cliche as it was to say it, fireworks erupted in your belly, bursting against your ribcage like it was the goddamn Fourth of July.

You only hoped he couldn’t hear how loud your heart was pounding in your chest.

His grip on your wrists loosened, one hand coming down to brace himself on the carpet while the other planted itself next to your head. The way he was kissing you so firmly nearly had you melting, but the little voice at the back of your head was yelling at you to remember what all this was for. No, you weren’t kissing Rafe Cameron just for shits and giggles; you were on a mission. And no matter how good it felt, how right, you’d be damned if you didn’t complete it.

You bent your knees, planting them against his firm chest and pushing up—not hard enough for it to hurt, but hard enough that you caught him off guard. Before he could register what was happening, you had him flipped on his back, tables very much turned with his wrists trapped in both your hands.

“Gotcha.” You breathed, mirroring his earlier smile now that you were the one with the upper hand. Rafe’s Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped hard, tongue darting out to lick his lips nervously. Maybe you were completely misinterpreting the situation entirely, but it almost looked like he wanted to kiss you again. You clambered off him quickly to rid the thought, snatching your phone off the cushion and shoving it into your back pocket. “Good game.”

Rafe stumbled to his feet and cleared his throat, hunched shoulders straightening as he brushed the nonexistent dust from his polo. “I should—I’m gonna, uh, get going. Wheeze asked me to help her with something for school, I should go…help her with it.” Lie. He just didn’t know what to do other than go.

“Right, yeah, of course. You should go.” Lie. You just didn’t know what to do other than let him.

He rocked on the balls of his feet awkwardly a few times, hands shoved into his shorts pockets awkwardly. “I’ll text you later?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool, uh. Bye then.”

You watched him leave, watched him let himself out and make his way down the walk and climb into his truck, wanting to say something more but losing your chance the second he drove away.

“Shit,” You breathed, burying your face in your hands. It seemed like a smart plan at the time, but now having said and done it, kissing Rafe—kissing your best friend who didn’t feel the same way about you—was the stupidest idea you’d ever had.

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You’d just gotten settled into bed when you heard a commotion at your window that sounded suspiciously like pebbles clinking against the glass, and you knew who it was in an instant. There was only one person who preferred the throwing rocks at your window method over texting, so when you padded over and peered outside, you weren’t surprised to see Rafe grinning back up at you.

He motioned for you to open the window and you did, retreating back to the warm comfort of your blankets as he climbed up the tree next to your room and slid inside expertly. He’d probably done the same maneuver a million times throughout your lives, though this time it was different. This time, you weren’t just two best friends having a late night hangout. The same tension from earlier was back, only this time, your kiss weighed heavy on your chest.

“Hi,” He said quietly, brushing the leaves out of his product-less hair. The action made the soft strands flop over his forehead, giving him a younger, more boyish look. You always did enjoy this version of him.

“Hi.” You echoed, trying to ignore the feeling it sent flip-flopping through your stomach. Rafe always gave you that feeling.

“Mind if I sit?”

“‘Course.” Rafe sat a sizable distance away from you at the foot of your bed, broad shoulders hunched, leg bouncing. You knew this change in demeanor was because of what you’d done earlier.

“Can I ask—”

“Is everything—” You pressed your lips shut, motioning for him to speak first.

“Can I ask you a question?” He repeated, smoothing his hand over his knee as if that would stop it from shaking up and down. You merely nodded. You didn’t trust yourself to say or do anything else. “Okay. Okay, cool.” He cleared his throat, inhaling a quick breath and letting it out just as fast. “Did you mean it? Earlier, when you kissed me. Was it real?”

“Real,” You repeated, tilting your head at him.

“Yeah, real. Like, did you kiss me because you just wanted to win, or because you actually wanted to? Was it a real kiss? With like, real feelings behind it.”

You knew what you wanted to say, but you just weren’t sure if you wanted to say it. Because if you said it out loud, that would make your feelings real and not just a nagging feeling deep in your chest. If you said it out loud, there was no taking it back, no fixing things if everything went wrong. This would be permanent.

But with the way he was looking at you, the way he knew you, there was no point in lying. “It was real, Rafe. I wanted to.”

His mouth fell into a surprised little oh, but he was quick to shift his reaction. “Think maybe you’d wanna do it again?” He asked, a genuine question marked with a hopeful smile curving his lips.

You only had time to nod before Rafe was right up against you, hands sliding up to cup your face softly, lips meeting yours even softer. The ring on his index finger was cold against the warmth of your skin, leaving a coolness in its wake as his hand moved to settle at the back of your neck. Your hands found themselves twisting into the front of his faded Kildare Academy sweatshirt, bringing him closer to you.

This kiss was much sweeter than the first. While that one was spur of the moment clumsy, this one was tender. Less like working towards an end goal and more like going with the flow, seeing where you’d end up.

Rafe was panting by the time he pulled away, chest heaving as his eyes searched yours for any ounce of regret and came up empty. Then he smiled, big, wide, relieved. You didn’t think you’d ever get tired of seeing that smile, especially when it was aimed at you.

“I’m gonna be completely honest with you, I would’ve won if you hadn’t kissed me.” He insisted, giving your neck a playful squeeze. You opened your mouth to protest, but he pressed another quick kiss against your lips. “But I don’t even mind that you played dirty, because now I’ve won the best prize of all.”

“Oh, boo. That was so cheesy, Cameron.”

“I got my girl, I’m allowed to be cheesy for once.”

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Hey love!! How are you? If your not to busy, Can you do a larissa x fem reader where r doesn't want to celebrate her birthday so larissa finds other ways to make her happy on her birthday. Lots of smut please!! Thank you have a good day♡♡

Birthdays are hard but so am I | NSFW

*Authors note~birthdays can be such a difficult day for some people for a verity of different reasons so I hope this helps people who struggle*

Trigger warnings~ daddy kink, shifted Larissa Weems degrading praise oral smut

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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You dreaded the day your birthday would show itself. Every year the same, you couldn't find it in your heart to celebrate a day you'd always been told was the worst of your parents lives. You'd heard of parents spoiling their child rotten and doting on them all day. Yet that wasn't what you knew so you just ignored it. As you got older your parents forgot and you never really reminded any friends or people in your life. There was no need, after all it was just another day.

Yet this year, Larissa Weems was in your life and thanks to hiring you to work at Nevermore Academy as a potions professor. A few weeks before your birthday Larissa tried to subtly find out what you wanted to do for your birthday but you immediately became upset and shut the conversation down. That's when it clicked for Larissa, your family and lack of wanting to celebrate your birthday, it all made sense. So she would have to celebrate with you in a low key but sentimental manner that wouldn't make you feel like it was purely birthday related.

October 12 rolled around quicker than you thought but so far nothing was out of the ordinary. You woke up by your lover pressing kisses all over your face, like every morning. You both showered together and got ready for work, kissing each other goodbye before going separate ways. Your classes flowed nicely, and before you even knew it, you were heading back to find Larissa Weems.

Larissa was one for romance, but you were totally surprised to see a trail of different coloured petals leading to your shared bedroom. "Ris?" You called out for her only to be stunned into silence, there she lay wrapped up in the most beautiful emerald lace. You allowed your eyes to rake over her beautiful curves before landing on what was currently straining in her panties.

"Ris? Is that a?" You mumbled trailing off distractedly. "It is my darling, now how bout you come help daddy take care of my problem here, it's rather tight" her voice was practically a purr at this point and it was a suggestion you were happy to act on. You honestly looked like a kid at Christmas seeing her all pretty and tied up for you to unwrap, something you made quick work of. "Darling you too, take it off" she whined tugging at your clothing which caused a chuckle to escape before you joined your girlfriend in her naked state. Your lips trailed over every inch of her ivory skin. You would never get enough of the intoxicating love of your life.

Larissa used her strength to flip you onto your back, after all tonight would be all about you and your pleasure, even if her cock was almost painfully hard for you. "Let daddy spoil you my love" was all she offered before her lips and hands went on tracing patterns on your skin, the little gasps for air and whimpers of need spurred Larissa on with her exploration of your body. "Daddy" you whined knowing she'd get the message. With a gently nip to your hip bone Larissa settled between your thighs.

"Oh darling, you smell absolutely delicious" she mumbled against your thigh before lapping at your soaked sex. "Oh daddy!" You whimpered, "fuck daddy, your tongue." Your pleads driving Larissa insane and spurring on her movements. "Daddy!" You whined, "mmm cum please" you mewled as your hips bucked up towards her mouth to allow the older woman's tongue to reach deep into your walls. That was all it took for you to absolutely douse her tongue in your cum.

Larissa's hand slipped down to tug on her thick dick while she lapped your folds, cleaning up the mess you made for her. Once you came back from your high you caught sight of her palming her hard cock you just knew you had to have her inside you. "Daddy, can I?" You mewled giving her the best puppy eyes you could muster, "want you inside me" you whimpered batting your eye lashes to further the innocent look. "You want daddy's special gift?" She teased before kissing her way back up your body.

"Gonna take it darling? It's just for you"she mumbled against the smooth skin of your neck. "Please! I'll be good daddy, just wanna feel you inside me" you whimpered rocking your hips upwards as she teased your soaked folds with the bulbous head of her cock, mixing your slick with her pre cum. "Shhh baby, daddy's gonna take care of you"she murmured stealing a sweet kiss as she slipped into your warmth.

"Daddy" you mewled feeling her hit the spot within you that only she could reach. "Oh darling, you feel so good for me, so fucking tight, dirty girl for daddy" she moaned happily suffocating in your cunt. "More daddy" you are whimpered which resulted in a harsh slap to your thigh, "manners slut" was growled towards you. "Please" you squealed as she began to thrust into your sex, "daddy fuck fuck please oh god" you whimpered over and over as she bottomed you out, the room filled with your shared moans of pleasure, the obscene wet sounds and the sound of skin colliding with skin.

"Oh baby, you feel so good, daddy wants to cum inside this tight fuck hole, make daddy cum darling" she panted as your right leg slipped over her shoulder to create a deeper angle. "Oh daddy fuck need to please" you mewled incoherently. "Oh fuck baby, keep squeezing my dick like that, take it baby!" She all but growled as her pounding became irregular indicating her own climax was quickly approaching. "Daddy please wanna" you mewled as you felt your walls flutter around her pulsating cock. "Fuck daddy's gonna fill your slutty cunt up baby, happy birthday darling!" She mewled shooting thick white spurts of cum into your needy core. "Daddy" you cried as you came with her, the feeling of her painting your walls white driving you crazy.

Larissa slowed her pace to bring you back to earth slowly, loving how fucked out and blissful you looked. You didn't even realise she said happy birthday as you were too blinded by your own pleasure. Larissa had some how managed to clean you up gently and shift her anatomy back before you were ready to deal with words, "Ris?" You whimpered sounding so vulnerable, "did you say happy birthday?"

"I did baby, I know you didn't want to celebrate but you my precious girl are worth celebrating and I wanted you to feel just how much I mean those words darling." Birthdays were certainly something but never had you felt so loved and cared for like you did tonight, a happy birthday indeed.

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rocket raccoon prompt week ✷ day four family✷.⁺⋆˚₊

semi-romantic fluff | no use of yn | gn reader | minific | word count: 1,274.

The artificial daylight of Knowhere has gone from bright and pearly to bronze and slanted, and now it’s finally sunk low in velvet purples. The Star Kids don’t really have bedtimes because every adult here is a frickin’ pushover, so they’re dancing under the sleep-shift sky, all spangled and studded with tiny plasma orbs jingling on strings over the streets, glowing like warm white moons.

It’s not an uncommon part of life on Knowhere — not anymore. Neither is the heartwrenchingly light laughter ringing out from the streets, from the rooftop bars, and from the second level of Mantlo’s, where the usual poker players have meandered out to the mezzanine in order to watch the celebration.

Rocket leans back against the step where he’s slouched: tail flicking peacefully, ears swiveling to follow the sounds, nose twitching. The Star Kids smell like Indigarran peaches and moonlight, and there are lingering curls of Contraxian tobacco and Ssssaralami’s moonshine. The spiced fragrance of grilled orloni and yaro-stuffed pastries fill the streets. It’s all overlaid by a sugary scent: the bastardized Luphomoid honeycakes that you’d helped Nebula resurrect from her childhood, just especially for today.

Nobody knows when the Star Kids were born — if they were born at all — but you’d insisted there needed to be something to mark a birthday of sorts.

Children need celebrations, you’d told him and Nebs one night over drinks, and Drax the Dad had enthusiastically concurred. And so this — the anniversary of the liberation of the Arête, of the children’s arrival on Knowhere — has suddenly become some sort of festival, some sort of revelry. Nearly every citizen of Knowhere is out on the streets: eating, dancing, singing, chattering. Ruffling the childrens’ hair. Steemie Blueliver has come down from the mezzanine, and the Star Kids take turns flipping themselves over his tree-trunk arms or letting him spin them over his head. Mantis had come back to visit — just for this, from the frickin’ ass-end of the universe — and she’d picked up Pete while she was at it. Both of them are laughing with Nebs and Kraglin, while Cosmo barks and prances in the center of a bright ring of giggling kids. A cluster of raccoons from the Arête watch from the rooftop of the laundromat: still young, but no longer babies. Their fur is glossy and their bodies are soft and round, and they keep an eye out for dropped street-food.

And the music — the music is alive. It floats down the insides of Rocket’s bones: sweet and sparkling with little bubbles, like carbonated wine.

Rocket takes another mouthful of his fruit-flavored milky-fizz — spiked with something you’d sneaked him before the festivities; you’d told him it was strawberry schnapps — and he watches.

He catches it: the moment you clock him there on the steps. Your eyes crinkle at the corners when you smile, and it looks like you’ve got stardust in your lashes. You’re talking to Hoobtoe and Phloko, but you’ve only got eyes for him — warm, and inviting. He tilts his plastic carton toward you in a mockery of a toast, then clamps his teeth onto the straw and takes another sip. The skull’s ventilation systems kick on and a breeze sweeps delicately through the streets, teasing the scents of food and booze, and playing with the fibrous platinum strands of the Star Kids’ hair. Each child’s head is gleaming: pale and reflecting back dapples of radiance. Rocket swears that everywhere he looks — the tiny candles on the honeycakes, the plasma-orb string-lights, the wide eyes of the kids, and you — he can see halos and rays of light. Soft starbursts, and luminous, hazy hexagons. Little motes of crushed-up bone-dust, dancing in and out of the shadows like antigravity glitter.

A little curl of concern shows between your brows as you toss him another glance — he’d guess it’s hard for you to read him right now, because his eyeshine is probably throwing all that gorgeous light back at you. Like rubies, you’d told him once, which had probably been when he’d first started falling in love with you, if he’s being honest. Now, dazzling in the gold and shadow, you laugh at something Hoobtoe says, and you pat Phloko’s shoulder before weaving away from them — smiling at Xlomo Smeth and Ssssaralami, nodding your greetings while you walk past. You pause at the little table still stacked high with honeycakes.

And then make your way toward Rocket.

You tuck yourself next to him on the step, even when he doesn’t move — content to stay half-sprawled next to you, his arm draped casually across the stair behind your back. He looks up at you with his ruby-eyes, and then down at the honeycake in your hands. It’s got one of those teeny candles in it, lit up like a piece of amber held to the sun. You’re glowing in the gold of it, warm and apple-cheeked — eyes all glimmery, just for him.

“You okay?” you ask carefully.

He turns his eyes back to the streets so his heart doesn’t fall apart like the overblown petals of an autumn flower in his chest. The scene there doesn’t help though: everything is as warm as fresh-baked bread. Groot’s joined Steemie, tossing the kids in the air. Even Howard’s come down from the mezzanine, awkwardly patting the head of a child who’s taller than he is, while he tries to protect his cocktail from the jumble of bodies. Rocket eyes him, then snorts and shakes his head. A soft huff leaves his mouth: too short to be a chuckle, too affectionate to be a scoff.

“I’m good,” he rasps out. “Just thinkin’.”

“About what?”

The corner of his mouth curves in a perplexed, uncertain little smile, like his head hasn’t caught up with the rest of reality. “‘Bout how I used to think I wanted to be alone.”

He sips his milky-fizz. The strawberry schnapps warm his belly. Howard would love this shit, Rocket thinks.

He reminds himself not to let the guy near it.

“Why’d you bring that over?” he asks, nodding at the candlelit honeycake cupped in your palms.

You reach toward him with it, lifting it for him: a sugar-sweet little offering. “Today is your day, too, you know.”

He blinks up at you, a protest filling his mouth before he pauses and tilts his head consideringly.

He supposes you’re right. He supposes he had been trapped on the Arête, for far longer than he’d realized.

“Okay,” he says mildly, and he can see the way you startle at how agreeable he sounds right now. He shrugs, sets down the milky-fizz on the step between his feet, and takes the cake in his hand. “What’s with the candle?”

“Pete brought them,” you tell him. “It’s a birthday tradition on Terra. A candle for every year.” You smile at him. “When you blow it out, you make a wish.”

He looks up at you, and then out at the wide glimmering lake of people, all shadow and shimmer. He turns the golden cake in his hand like he’s studying it: trying to read something in the fruit-infused icing and the amber-glow flame. Then he turns his eyes out again to the people of Knowhere: music and mirth and the joy of belonging. And from this angle — up close, and unhidden by eyeshine — you can see the moment when ironic amusement turns into something just a shade off of wonder.

His fingers are usually so quick you can barely follow them — but now he reaches up with his other hand, almost lazily, and casually pinches out the wisp of candleflame.

“I think I’m good on wishes, actually.”

there's that critical mass word-count. i personally think it is very cool of me that i took till thursday to break a thousand.

day three. emotionalistic ✷ day five. machinery rocket prompt week masterlist ✷ main masterlist rocket raccoon prompt week list

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bl4nk-pag3 · 1 year

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— White.

synopsis: You, who swore would never humiliate yourself like that for a guy, proceeds to do exactly that.

pairing: ricky × gn!reader

warnings: its a little angsty at first, not exactly fluffy, the reader is not feeling loved. gunwook is their friend. open but hopeful ending!

word count: 1.5k

a/u: I don't have a song this time, but I imagine ricky as a white cat way too much and this is inspired by that. Feedback is appreciated!

It was white day.

Not that it matters, nobody got you nothing on Valentines day, you didn't had this type of connections with people.

Obviously, your friend joked about giving you chocolate if his valentine didn't accept (he was a sweetheart like that), but fate be made, the valentine accepted, and now you have to see a smiley Gunwook kicking his feet at the cute card named to him by, apparently, Junhyeon.

You didn't exactly known junhyeon, but everyone kinda knows junhyeon, so it wasn't that strange that Gunwook would fall for him, but him reciprocate? It was kinda cute, see your best friend happy always made you happy anyways, even if you are indeed a lonely soul in school.

— Sorry... I got a little carried away. — The huge and bright smile on Gunwook's face was almost blinding, causing a huge contrast between the large and imposing figure despite being adorable, and you, who looked more like a bag of sadness than a human being, and it was obvious that the tall boy would notice, blinking his round bright eyes in his direction, making you feel even worse than before. - Are you okay?

That question could be an insignificant from anyone, but for some reason when it was Gunwook, you already felt the urge to cry completely invade you in an overwhelming way, because that was the truth, he really cared, and it made you sad not knowing what to say to him. Pulling a paper from inside your book, making origami had already become an inevitable habit to control anxiety, a small hobby from when you was a child that ended up lasting until now, with each fold it was as if it slowly became easier to deal with the whole environment.

— I don't know... There's no reason for me to be sad, right? I wasn't denied or anything — That was true, you had never come out so you hadn't had any disappointments during Valentine's Day, but now you questioned whether it was a good decision as it felt even worse dealing with the weight to be truly alone.

— You should give something to Ri- —The sharp edge to Gunwook's speech came in the form of your hand firmly pressed against the Korean's full lips, widening your eyes in pure panic as you looked around to make sure no one had heard him just saying your crush's name like it was the dumbest thing in the world.

— Have you finally lost your mind?

Ricky was a difficult topic, complex to talk about so vaguely. To say that he was popular was almost to diminish the relevance that the chinese boy had in the school, you would never dare compare him to any other popular person in that school, he looked much more like a prince walking among commoners than just someone charismatic who was a class leader like Gunwook. He was handsome, smart, silent and graceful in everything he did, it was impossible not to fall in love with him and you were no exception, but you weren't a person who deserved any attention from the other either, which again left you feeling a bit downcast.

— How would I give him anything? What does he not have? Only on Valentine's Day did I see chocolates and more chocolates fall out of his cabinet... The door wouldn't even close anymore! — The words rushed out of your mouth and you wondered if Gunwook was keeping up, but it was just the only way you could talk about Quanrui without completely freaking out and slamming your head against the wooden table. Muttering low and putting your face in your hands, you really didn't know what to do, but now that Gunwook had already put such an idea in your head, it was inevitable for your brain to go through several scenarios where you declared yourself and were completely humiliated.

— You could give him this flower... I really like your origami, maybe he does too!

Gunwook was literally like a beautiful fairy full of flowers and sparkles around him as he talked so romantically about proposing to the most desired boy in school, while you at most looked like a shrunken, disheveled ugly goblin trying to believe you might have a chance with the handsome prince. You felt pathetic looking at the paper flower in your hands. Quanrui was the greatest example of money there was, why would he accept that piece of garbage?

— I think I'm going to pass getting humiliated today... I'll go ahead to the club — You didn't feel so comfortable in that noisy and busy room anymore, and the idea of ending up somehow ruining the amazing day Gunwook was having just for be unloved was giving you a headache.

Packing your things into your bag, you smiled at Gunwook, shifting your gaze for a moment to the flower on top of your desk, deciding at the last moment with a glimmer of hope that your romantic side hadn't yet been crushed by bad feelings, only to take into account your best friend's worried look in your direction, with no intention of actually delivering it to its intended recipient.

And even with all those thoughts pretty much settled in your mind as you left the room in a bit of a hurry and just slowed down the halls, your feet took you almost automatically to the cabinets where you'd first noticed Ricky a few months earlier.

He was beautiful that day, but it was hard to find a day when he wasn't. However, what was different was that he looked out of place, with a large, dark sweatshirt covering his entire body, with the hood pulled so far forward that it was difficult to even see the blond strands that were so distinctive on him. Obviously you had already heard about the Chinese boy who was a prodigy and above all he was extremely handsome, but seeing him like that trying to hide from the almost empty corridor made you forget for a second who he was, genuinely caring for him as a person, and it was exactly at that moment that you decided to talk to him, in an audacity that you had never shown to anyone, just trying to know if the boy was okay and receiving a nod in response.

Such a stupidly simple encounter made you so in love with him, who would have thought.

Now you could notice the strange coincidence that your lockers were really so close to each other, subtly touching your nameplate and sliding just two to the side to find his, "Shen Quanrui", very imposing, really suited him and every appearance it carried. With a smile on your lips, it was almost strange not to see any gifts overflowing through the bars outside the cabinet, but maybe the girls were really waiting for him to answer someone, not desperate to get a chance. Deciding to let the side that listened to Gunwook speak louder inside you, you took the paper flower to the locker openings, placing it inside until the end of the stem, but keeping the flower itself outside with a proud smile in the face.

And would you really have left it at that, resigning yourself to your platonic crush going anonymous forever and maybe one day eventually getting over what never would happen... If it weren't for the chill that went down your spine a few seconds after your silent statement, causing you to spin on your heels and find yourself face to face with a confused Ricky, looking at you only to then stare at the flower hanging in his locker.

— Hm? Y/n...? — It was almost a sin to hear your name come out of such a calm and melodious voice in such an awkward situation, even more so with Ricky's eyes shining in complete expectation trying to understand probably why you were there when he hadn't declared himself at any moment in Valentine's day, or how you had the courage to be humiliating yourself in such a way when no one else had done it... The possibilities were many, and all of them painful making you want to disappear into your own clothes.

— Hi, Ricky... — The awkward silence stretched after that, with your eyes wandering to your feet that restlessly rocked in place, but curiosity soon made you look at Quanrui noticing that he was also moving the box of sweets in his hand, as if he couldn't think of a way to say anything. Feeling your stomach sink at the thought that you were somehow preventing him from proposing, you didn't know if you wanted to cry or throw up with despair, but both options seemed reasonable. — I'm sorry, I must be disturbing you...

— No! — The tall boy’s hand were warmer than you would have guessed, curling completely around your wrist as if he was afraid you would run away again, which made you look at Ricky confused, trying to understand what that meant until he cautiously stretched out the box in his hand towards you. — Sorry it took so long...

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vendettaspathfanfic · 5 months

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Chapter Two

(Chapter Index)

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A few hours into the night, he awoke to nature’s call. After taking care of business, he carefully began tiptoeing back to bed, The only source of light were the streetlamps outside, their feeble glow seeping through the grimy windows. The faint light painted hazy shadows on the floor, just enough for him to avoid stepping on his jacket and sunglasses.

Wait… he left them right here didn’t he? He did, but they’re gone. Who could have moved them!?

Scourge gently shook Fiona awake, whispering her name.

"What is it?" Fiona's response came out as a groggy slur, her eyes remained closed, her expression a grimace of sleep-interrupted irritation.

“My stuff’s gone. Did you move it?” His voice was a low whisper, his eyes darting around the dim room, straining in the faint light to find any hint of a perpetrator or his missing belongings.

“No, I didn’t move your fuckin’ stuff, Scourge,” she retorted, her voice heavy with sleep, “we’ll figure it out tomorrow.”

“Your bag’s gone too,” he added, his gaze falling on the empty spot where she had left her bag. Realization dawned on him, and he couldn't keep the growl of anger from escaping his lips, "Someone's stolen our stuff!"

At his words, Fiona's eyes snapped open, and she sat up abruptly, her sleepiness replaced by a surge of anger.

"Are you fucking serious!?" Fiona's voice was a low growl, her eyes blazing with fury in the dim light.

“We should’ve secured it. Fuck!” He berated himself for the oversight, but before he could say anything more, he heard the all too familiar rapid flutter of abnormally fast footsteps coming from the same floor as them.

He knew very few people who ran at that sort of speed, and he wouldn’t be happy to see any of them. After all, those people were directly responsible for his imprisonment!

“I think it’s a Sonic.” Scourge muttered as he clenched his fists, burning rage racing through his veins.

“C’mon!” Fiona exclaimed, her voice laced with urgency as she swiftly rose to her feet and darted out of the room. In the darkness, she fumbled and stumbled, her senses heightened as they searched for their adversary.

Scourge's ears pricked up at the sound of a faint scrape, drawing his attention to a stray coffee table. There, beneath it, lay a small mound, its details shrouded in the deep shadows of the room.

Signaling for Fiona to remain silent, Scourge advanced towards the table with deliberate, cautious steps. In a fraction of a second, he lunged forward, his movements a blur as he snatched whatever lay beneath, preparing himself to strike with all his might.

But as his fist paused mid-air, he realized that his target was not Sonic, but a tiny child. They were screeching and thrashing around as he held them up by the ankle.

"Is that...a kid!?" Fiona blurted out, her voice a mix of astonishment and confusion as she strained to make out the details of the child, only catching fleeting glimpses of blue fur in the dim light.

“DONT BITCHING TOUCH ME YOU FUCKBALLS!!!” The child screeched, their voice shrill and piercing, their attempts at profanity poorly executed, a testament to their young age.

"You think you can steal from us, you little shit!?" Scourge's voice rumbled with anger, his grip firm as he held the child at arm's length, their tiny, biting teeth snapping at him in futile defiance.

"FUCK YOU, YOU COCKSUCKERFUCKER!!!" The child's high-pitched scream echoed through the air, their anger matching Scourge's intensity.

Fiona interjected, her voice steady despite the chaos surrounding them. "Look what we found," she announced, triumphantly displaying their stolen items in her grasp, a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes.

"GIVE IT BACK, YOU CUNTS!!!" The child's shrill shriek reverberated, their desperation intertwining with their profanity-laden outburst.

Scourge couldn't help but scoff at the child's attempts to curse, a mix of annoyance and amusement flickering across his face. "Well, at least you got one swear kinda right," he remarked, rolling his eyes at their behavior. "Lucky for you, I'm exhausted as all hell, so l'm gonna give you a chance to get the hell outta here scot-free."

Still maintaining a firm grip on the screeching, flailing child's ankle, Scourge carried them outside into the night. In the glow of the streetlight, Scourge's eyes narrowed as he took in the child's appearance. They were a little blue hedgehog with matted hair, a missing front tooth, an oversized dirty t-shirt, and ripped up sweatpants.

Wait.

The odds were incredibly slim, but the similarities were too striking to ignore. He leaned in closer, his gaze fixated on the child's face. And there it was, confirming his suspicions: two distinct birthmarks, resembling tiny dots, nestled just beneath the little hedgehog's chin.

A surge of emotions flooded within Scourge, leaving him momentarily frozen in disbelief. His mind raced, desperately trying to process the implications. One thing was clear…

His sister never left the orphanage.

The sound of Lightning’s voice calling out to him jolted Scourge back to reality. Turning his head, he saw his companions--Fiona, Simon, Predator, and Lightning--standing at the front door, their gazes fixed on him and the child. Lightning’s question, “what are you standing around for!?” hung in the air, urging him to explain the situation.

“It’s her…” Scourge managed to utter, his heart raced so much that it felt like it had climbed into his throat.

Fiona, sensing Scourge's hesitation and sensing the gravity of the moment, stepped forward, her eyes filled with concern. She approached Scourge, her voice laced with curiosity and worry. "What is it?”

Scourge swallowed hard, his throat dry and constricted. "It's her," he finally responded, his voice barely above a whisper.

Fiona's heart plummeted, her eyes widening in shock as she glanced down at the furious yet tiny blue blur in Scourge's grasp.

"Shit! Put her down!" Fiona demanded, her voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and urgency as she tried to regain her composure.

As soon as Scourge released the child, she staggered, her disorientation evident from being held upside down for so long. She attempted to run, but her movements were unsteady and clumsy, this only caused to trip and fall back onto the ground after a quick zoom to the end of the block.

Reacting swiftly, Fiona rushed to the child's side, scooping her up. She quickly assessed the girl for injuries, discovering a large infected cut crossing her mouth vertically on the right, accompanied by various cuts and bruises. Surprisingly, despite the sweltering summer heat, the child shivered in Fiona's arms. Concerned, Fiona touched the girl's forehead, realizing that she was burning up with fever.

"You’re all sorts of messed up," She remarked, her voice filled with a mixture of solemnity and determination. She knew that the child wouldn't last much longer if left alone in her current condition. Besides, she wasn’t going to let Scourge’s sister die.

Despite Fiona currently being harmless, the little girl's panic escalated, causing her to thrash and flail uncontrollably. Her tiny hands clawed at the older fox’s arms, leaving behind trails of scratches and welts.

“Fuck! Little help!?” Fiona winced, her voice strained with pain and urgency. She gritted her teeth, struggling to maintain her grip on the child as her arms were mercilessly assaulted by the girl's desperate attempts to break free.

“I got her!” Scourge exclaimed as he dashed over. He snatched the child from Fiona’s arms, his heart pounding with frenzy. But before he could react, the girl's teeth sank into his arm, clamping down with a fierce determination.

Scourge bellowed out, “What the fuck is wrong with you!?” The raw edge of pain was evident in his voice as he grimaced, his teeth clenching together and his muscles contracting in response to the agony. He watched in a state of horror as his blood welled up around the child's teeth, coating them in a shiny crimson layer. After a brief but intense struggle, he managed to pry her jaws apart with his thumb and index finger, forcing her to release her bite. The child promptly dropped to the ground and attempted to make her escape once again.

Despite her swift movement, Scourge was faster. He lunged forward, catching her by the ankle and hoisting her into the air again.

"Okay, now I've got her," he grunted, wincing as blood trickled down his arm. The little girl continued to squirm in his grasp, her limbs blurring with her frantic efforts to escape.

"Hold her steady by both ankles and watch your legs!" Fiona barked out, her voice sharp and authoritative. She was busy untying her yellow hair ribbon, her fingers moving with practiced ease. "Simon, hurry up and grab her hands! Predator and Lightning, help hold her steady!”

In response to their superior's orders, the team sprang into action. Simon, who had thick, calloused skin on his large hands, quickly immobilized the child's hands with his fingers. At the same time, Predator and Lightning joined in, assisting Scourge and Simon in lifting the child to a horizontal position and keeping her torso steady.

Fiona, meanwhile, used her hair ribbon to bind the child's wrists together. The knot was tight enough to prevent the child from breaking loose, yet loose enough not to cause her any harm.

“LET ME GO OR I'LL RIP YOUR SHITFUCKING THROATS OUT!!!” the little girl shrieked, her voice echoing with an almost demonic fury.

"Shut up!" Predator growled back, his gaze fixed on the struggling child. He then turned to his comrades, "Why do we even care where this kid ends up?"

"Because we do, okay?" Fiona retorted, evading the question.

"We'll explain later!" added Scourge, his voice strained from the effort of holding the child.

"I SAID LET ME GO!!! LET ME GO!!!" The child's screams were punctuated by her frantic attempts to kick free.

"No!" Fiona stated emphatically, her voice devoid of any sympathy.

The girl's struggles gradually began to wane. Realizing that her attempts to break free were futile, she stopped fighting and tucked her face away, as if trying to hide the fact that she was on the verge of tears.

"We're not going to hurt you, kid," Fiona said, crossing her arms over her chest. "We just don't want you hurting us. Right now, you're screwed without us and you're likely gonna die from an infection." She cast a cursory glance at the angry, red-green wound that was swelling ominously. "Look, we can help you survive this. But you have to stop biting, scratching, and kicking. If you don't, you'll end up as rat food before you know it, understand?"

The child remained silent for a moment, the severity of the crimson fox’s words sinking in. Then, with a groan of resignation, she muttered a begrudging "fine."

Relieved, Fiona let out a sigh and a small smile played on her lips. "Smart kid," she murmured, her tension easing slightly. "Now, listen up. You're gonna have to stay still for a bit. It might sting when we clean your wounds, but that means we're fighting off the infection. You'll feel better afterwards, I promise."

The child grumbled, her voice tinged with discomfort. "Can you untie my hands?" she asked, her tone laced with a hint of annoyance.

Fiona's annoyance flared, and she glanced down at her scratched arms, a visible reminder of the child's earlier aggression. "I could, but I don't trust you enough for that," she replied curtly, her gaze shifting to the others. Together, they carefully carried the child inside.

Once indoors, they quickly searched for a suitable spot to attend to the child's injuries. They were fortunate to find another child-sized mattress, and with gentle care, they laid her down. Exhausted and worn out, the child no longer put up a fight.

Frustration etched Fiona's features as she struggled to examine the child through the veil of darkness. "Damn it,” she muttered, her voice filled with urgency. "We need a few things. First off, we need a light."

The child's voice was barely audible as she spoke up. "I have a light," she offered.

Fiona's eyebrows lifted in pleasant surprise. "Alright, where is it?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"In the kitchen," the child replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "We keep some things there."

"We?" Scourge interjected, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. He was intrigued by the mention of others and couldn't help but seek clarification.

Fiona shot him a quick glance, a hint of impatience in her eyes. "Just find it. I remember seeing that on this floor," she replied firmly, shutting down any further questions. “It should be over by the stairs.”

Upon prying open the dust-ridden windows, a stream of lampight poured into the room, illuminating the path for Scourge. His once challenging trek towards the kitchen was now eased, as he navigated through a disarrayed sea of discarded food containers and rotting toys. Amid this chaos, he stumbled upon a pleasant find - four dusty lanterns crammed within the depths of a derelict cabinet, bare of its drawers.

A wave of relief washed over Scourge as he realized they now had a somewhat decent source of light. Under his breath, he muttered a triumphant "fuck yeah," and quickly made his way back to Fiona and the child. In the meantime, Lightning, Predator, and Simon occupied themselves in hushed conversations, eyes occasionally darting towards Fiona in anticipation of her orders.

Fiona, holding one of the lanterns high, allowed its light to illuminate the child's face fully. She studied the infected wound on her lip with a keen gaze.

"Damn, kid, it looks even worse in the light… What did you do?" Fiona's face twisted into a grimace as she inspected the inflamed wound.

"The slide broke when I went up the steps.” The child's response was soft, her eyes narrowing uncomfortably in the stark brightness of the lantern.

"The slide?" Fiona's eyebrows knitted together in concern, her mind replaying the sight of the remains of the corroded metal slide she had seen earlier. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as the child bobbed her head in affirmation.

"I'll get the first-aid kit." Predator volunteered.

"Good. Scourge, Lightning, go out and find as much clean water as you can, and find some antibiotics." Fiona directed, before turning towards Simon. "I'm gonna need you to hold the lantern while I try to take care of this mess.”

Simon promptly complied with his co-leader's request, while Lightning, confused, asked, "now can we talk about why we're playing doctor with this little gremlin instead of getting some fuckin' rest?"

"Nope. C'mon." Scourge's response was a gruff grunt, as he beckoned Lightning to follow him out of the building.

"Whatever" Lightning scoffed bitterly, "where the hell are we gonna get antibiotics? We don't got a prescription."

"Not how it works here, man. All you need is to pay for it." Scourge retorted, his face contorting in pain as the bite wound throbbed. "Hopefully that kid didn't give me whatever the hell she's got."

Lightning glanced at Scourge, raising an eyebrow, "this gonna get in the way of our plans?"

"No." Scourge's response was swift and decisive, "Fiona will heal her, then that'll be it."

"Again, don't get it. She's just some kid!"

“No, Lightning, she’s not. She’s…” he trailed off as he rubbed his forehead in frustration.

"She's what?" Lightning demanded, growing increasingly irritated with the scant information he had regarding this situation.

Realizing the futility of withholding this information any longer, especially when they were en route to the shopping district, Scourge averted his gaze. With a resigned sigh, he confessed, "she's my sister."

Taken aback, Lightning’s head reeled in surprise, “you got a sister?”

Eyes straight ahead, Scourge slowly nodded in affirmation. The unexpected revelation hung in the air between them silently until they got to the nearby shopping district.

“I’ll get the meds, you get the water.” Scourge declared, his voice as flat and emotionless as a slate. As soon as Lightning began his search through the streets in search of a place selling clean water, Scourge navigated his way through the neon-lit streets to a small, dimly lit pharmacy tucked away in a pop-up shop. Interrupting the pharmacist who was openly 'sampling’ their own merchandise behind the counter, Scourge relayed the symptoms that his sister was experiencing. He was soon offered a bottle of potent antibiotics, complete with instructions to administer a single pill both in the morning and evening.

“Ok, how much?” Scourge asked.

"300 moebiums," the pharmacist retorted, extending a hand in anticipation of payment.

“300? Bullshit!” Scourge growled, his temper flaring as he gripped the counter with both hands.

“Want the kid to die?” The pharmacist retorted smugly, a mistake that would cost him dearly. Scourge was over the counter in an instant, grabbing the pharmacist by the arm and pinning him against the counter, his head pressed hard against the cold surface.

“Do you want to die!?” Scourge hissed through clenched teeth, his grip on the man's head unyielding, his other hand twisting the pharmacist's arm in a clear threat of harm.

“No! Screw it man, just take it!” The pharmacist whimpered, his once confident demeanor crumbling in the face of Scourge's wrath.

"Smart. I'II grab a few extra just in case me and my girl catch whatever this kid's got," Scourge retorted, his tone triumphant. He snatched the antibiotics, vaulted back over the counter, and bolted from the store, a green blur streaking back towards the orphanage.

Fiona, using the procured water along with some peroxide, was able to gently cleanse the wound. As anticipated, the child began to writhe and squirm in response to the stinging treatment, requiring Scourge to hold her down. As the night wore on, Predator and Lightning, realizing they were of no further use, retreated to their own sleeping quarters, the child's cries reverberating through the structure as they attempted to catch some sleep.

Several hours later, after stitching and bandaging the treated wounds, Fiona administered a dose of acetaminophen to the child. The relief was immediate and palpable, the swelling having considerably reduced, and the child quickly succumbed to sleep, her tiny body relaxing as the pain subsided.

Scourge, having taken over lantern-holding duties from Simon after a series of negotiated rotations, sat down with the light next to him, allowing Fiona to tend to his own bite wound.

"She'll pull through," Fiona murmured, exhaustion tinging her voice as she cleaned his wound.

"Thanks..." Scourge grunted, his voice strained as the peroxide worked its magic, the stinging sensation making his arm throb.

"Sorry," Fiona said, her voice laced with sympathy.

"It's fine," Scourge responded, biting his lower lip to distract himself from the pain.

Fortunately, Scourge's injuries were far less severe than his sister's, and thus the treatment process was considerably quicker. His wounds were minor scratches in contrast to the dire state his sister found herself in. Upon completion of his own care, Scourge reciprocated Fiona's gesture, meticulously cleaning and dressing her wounds with the same attentiveness she had shown him.

“Hey, you did good, Fi.” Scourge complimented her in a gentle tone, admiration for her resilience and dedication evident in his eyes. She had done an exceptional job under challenging circumstances, with barely enough energy to keep herself standing.

“You owe me coffee.” Fiona responded, a soft, muffled chuckle escaping through her nose.

“Deal.” Scourge agreed with a warm smile, swiftly concluding his treatment of Fiona's injuries.

By this point, dawn's light was beginning to filter through the windows, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. Both Scourge and Fiona were utterly exhausted, their energy reserves entirely depleted. They were so drained that they didn't even attempt to make their way back to their makeshift beds. Instead, they simply let sleep claim them where they sat, leaning against the cold, hard wall, their bodies pressed closely together for comfort.

A few hours later, the abrupt noise of heavy, familiar hops approaching roused them from their slumber.

Blinking their eyes open, they found a somewhat perplexed Flying standing in front of them, a goose egg on his head, and a look of confusion on his face as he took in the sight of his superiors asleep with an unfamiliar child nearby.

Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, he asked, “say, what did I miss?”

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bleachbleachbleach · 1 year

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went for a jog and all I got was this thought experiment

This is not a very hinged post, even by the typically low standards for hingedness on this blog, so I’m just going to. Put a cut in here nice and early.

It’s deer season right now, so I while I was out for a jog this evening I heard a gunshot and got to thinking, like, what does a bankai release sound like, and from how far away can it be heard?

I mean, maybe it depends on the bankai, though in generally they tend to be pretty flashy in general, and everyone’s gotta release, regardless of what happens after that.

We know that when actually fighting (with either bankai or shikai) friendly fire is a big consideration, to the extent that there are protocols for implementing third-party shields/etc. that don’t have to be put up by the combatants themselves--like when Yumichika orders a bunch for the Advance Team in real-time. And of course we end up with these 1v1 fights all the time, for reasons of tradition and practicality both. (Though the fact that so many of the fights during Fake Karakura are SEQUENTIAL rather than simultaneous cracks me up, because they really all just watched Ikkaku lose that pillar, huh??? Even if these fights take place over a matter of minutes rather than the 45min they feel like to us, still--!!)

This isn’t about sound, specifically, but thinking through what information we do have about bankai/shikai distances: People were fighting pretty far away from each other in that arc, given the entirety of Fake Karakura was below them. Kyouraku and Starrk got to see some snow crystals, but that’s it, so I assume they were 3 ri or more from Hitsugaya and Halibel:

[Bleach 132]

NB: The 3 ri is a radial measurement, as he says “3 ri in all (4) sides/directions.”

This very random number is honestly a neat detail--TO ME--because that’s around the average size of a storm cell! (Possibly related, but I was recently told by a child that I spend an above average amount of time on the Weather App, and that instead I should look at TikToks in bed like a normal person.) Don’t get me started on the fascinating history of antiquated Japanese units of measurement, because that was also very interesting to me. I think the wildest part is that there are measurements for area rather than just length, but since Hitsugaya doesn’t use them does this mean that Soul Society was just like “fuck it, we have had to change calendars and writing systems and units of measurement and vocabularies TOO MANY TIMES to keep up with these fucking living human people, we are eliminating some of these!!!” because boy nothing would excite me more than reading the AP Style Guide for Soul Society--

But anyway, that’s just what we know about the potential impacts and their range. I want to know about sound! How far away can you hear that release? Can you hear it from as far away as a rifle? As far away as thunder? How much of an impact re: temperature/relative humidity would tensou juurin have on these distances? What about standing up in the sky vs. on the ground where all the buildings and trees are?

I don’t have any desire to know these things for applied use--this is one of those things where making up the questions is way more interesting than any answers--but yes my jog was very cold and uphill and I had a lot of time to think about ephemera why do you ask

#stream of consciousness i am not going to try to compose #shinigamiology #no brain just bleach #bleach manga #bleach カラー

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sug4rsweet · 7 months

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[ GET TO KNOW … KAORI ! ]

[ BASICS ! ]

BIRTH NAME ! takahashi kaori

ENGLISH NAME ! kimberley ava takahashi

KOREAN NAME ! yoo do-hee

CHINESE NAME ! liu xiaoyan

NICKNAMES ! kashi, kaorin, ri-chan, kim, kimmy, kimbo

BIRTHDAY ! february 6th, 1995

ZODIAC ! aquarius

BIRTHPLACE ! aoyama, tokyo, japan

HOMETOWN ! yanaka, tokyo, japan / new york city, new york

ETHNICITY ! japanese

NATIONALITY ! japanese-american

SEXUALITY ! lesbian

[ PHYSICAL ! ]

HEIGHT ! 5’7” 1/2 (171.5 cm)

WEIGHT ! 113 lbs (51 kg)

BLOOD TYPE ! AB

PIERCINGS ! none

TATTOOS !

— the letter k (on her right wrist !)

— iris flower (on her left upper arm !)

— lotus flower (on her right upper arm !)

— cluster of stars (on her right upper arm !)

— a crescent moon (on her neck !)

— a star (on her right ankle !)

[ CLAIMS ! ]

FACE CLAIM ! hirai momo (twice)

VOICE CLAIM ! nishino kana (soloist / japanese), jeon somi (soloist / korean, english)

DANCE CLAIM ! chaeyeon (soloist / ex-iz*one)

[ CAREER ! ]

COMPANY ! avex trax / jyp entertainment

OCCUPATION ! idol, songwriter, producer, actress, model, fashion designer, dj

DEBUT DATE ! december 7th, 2011

TRAINEE YEARS ! none

YEARS ACTIVE ! 2011–present

SURVIVAL SHOWS ! produce 48 (2018 / ranked 13th), produce camp 2020 (2020 / ranked 9th)

FANDOM NAME ! bonbon

COLORS ! #FF69B4 and #FFBF00

[ BACKGROUND ! ]

TAKAHASHI KAORI was born on february 9th, 1995 in aoyama, tokyo, japan. born into a wealthy family, she was the first and only child of TAKAHASHI HIDEHIKO and NAKAMURA MAMIKO. her father is a businessman, while her mother is a socialite, designer, and former idol—having been a member of shōwa era girl group ONYANKO CLUB from 1985 until 1987, and having her own short lived solo career until 1991.

originally a competitive roller skater, kaori took an interest in music through her mother, who would play kayōkyoku throughout the house. kaori would dance to more modern j-pop songs with her mother, and took up choir at her school for fun. she would discover k-pop shortly after, and would begin posting dance covers to YOUTUBE in 2008. prior to that, in 2004, kaori’s life drastically changed, as her parents were forced to divorce. her father’s family often expressed disapproval towards their son’s marriage to a woman from a low income family, and tried to unsuccessfully convince hidehiko to divorce mamiko himself in the past. following her parents’ divorce, kaori and her mother were forced to move out of their upper class neighborhood and move into a smaller apartment, and mamiko—who was unable to pay rent on her own—had to take up jobs as a receptionist and kyabajō. kaori was initially allowed to stay with her father, but after a few years, his family was granted permission to cease her visits. kaori wouldn’t see her father in person again until 2012.

in 2006, kaori and her mother moved to new york, as her mother had gotten a higher paying job at HARPER’S BAZAAR magazine. kaori lived in new york for five years, finding work as an actress and model, and continuing to skate in the meantime, before moving back to japan to attend high school—and completely on her own. she would begin modeling for gyaru magazines such as EGG, VIVI, SEVENTEEN, and RANZUKI and for brands such as JSG and DIAMOND LASH, and that same year, she made her debut as an actress, starring in her first big screen film. she would have a supporting role in a j-drama, and the show’s subsequent success caught the attention of AVEX TRAX. kaori accepted their six album contract, and would spend the next year recording her debut album. on DECEMBER 7TH, 2011, her debut single—“TREAT ME (AKACHAN O ATSUKATTE)”—was released.

kaori’s debut was a success, and over the next few years, she would grow to become one of japan’s most successful idols. she would make a successful chinese debut in 2013, and would try her hand at the american market in 2014 with a decently successful album. that same year, she would launch her own clothing brand, JAZZY. in 2018, looking to break into the korean market, avex would send kaori onto PRODUCE 48, hoping to get her into the show’s final group. neither from an AKB group or a korean agency, kaori was an independent trainee with zero training under her belt. despite that, her pre-existing popularity and experience prevailed, giving her a high grade, consistently high rankings, and a center position. unfortunately, she ended up at 13—just one place off from the final spot.

regardless, kaori moved on, releasing a successful album in japan later that year. in 2020, in order to increase her presence in china, she was sent to compete on PRODUCE CAMP 2020. yet again, she ended up at 9th place—failing to make it into the final group. like before, though, she moved on. and in 2023, kaori would return to korea again, signing with JYP ENTERTAINMENT and making her official debut with her album SALTY+SWEET. she has garnered a sizable fanbase in both korea and the united states, and is one of asia’s most WELL KNOWN singers.

#🍬 … KAORI !#PROFILE !#kpop oc #fictional idol community #kpop oc soloist #koc soloist #kpop soloist #kpop solo artist #jpop oc #jpop oc soloist #idol oc #idol soloist #idol oc soloist

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The Tale of King Dod Veruna and Enshadu

The full moon celebrations in Ojian were different to the ones in Theed. Dn. Sabrun told them all to hold hands in at least pairs and make sure nobody got lost as she led them through crowded streets filled with stalls of rice cakes and sweet breads dipped in thick syrups and large flat breads filled with meat that made her stomach growl just to hear it sizzle on its pans. Dn. Sabrun had promised them a good meal, though, and that where they were going was better than any of these distractions, so Padmé held onto Nura's hand and kept to the group, tugging Nura back whenever she started to get distracted.

Their teacher led them to the very coast, where a small crowd had gathered on a makeshift theatre, temporary seats and lights arranged, and even some tables in the back. Padmé followed her friends to their seats and sat with them, just close enough to Dn. Sabrun that she might hear anything she told them.

"Have any of you seen a theatre performance before?" Dn. Sabrun asked, as the performers began to set up. All of them were masked, some in plain enshué of tasse or synthsteel, the most of them white. Padmé wondered idly what the play was about.

One of the girls in the class raised her hand, though in the dim light Padmé couldn't see who. Dn. Sabrun said, "Have you seen the tale of King Dod Veruna and the Dark Lady?"

The girl hesitated. "No, but I saw Shiraya's Last Days."

Someone else said, "I've seen the holo!"

Several others chimed in, though Padmé did not. She hadn't seen the play before, but she didn't want to say it, not when many of the others had. Though she wasn't alone; several others were only looking among themselves.

Padmé knew the story, of course, or some of them, but if it was her choice, she liked watching Zenda—her mother said that was natural, because Zenda had the best adventures—and if it was her mother's choice, she would always watch Shiraya's stories. And if it was Sola's, it was cartoons. Enshadu had not featured much in their watching.

"This story is best watched," Dn. Sabrun said. "So pay attention, now."

Padmé adjusted in her seat and turned her attention to the beach, where the holo of a palace had been set up, and a performer in a King Dod Veruna enshué and a kua so long it dragged behind him stood, hands crossed behind his back.

In the background, one of the musicians began a low, haunting melody.

The séame began, "Ri cu nanké soc Veshinc, co fuâd re ké tugoné."

——————

Behind her, Anakin said, "Padmé."

Padmé looked up, and Anakin laughed. "What?" she asked, frowning.

"As much as I'd like to, I won't understand much of the holo if it's in Naboo."

Padmé sighed. She hadn't even realised the holovid, so familiar to her, would be basically gibberish to Anakin. "You could learn faster," she suggested, and Anakin laughed again.

"I will, I promise," he said, his eyes flashing to her stomach—still relatively flat, but Padmé knew that would probably not last. So he had noticed her murmuring to herself—well, to their child—in Nabooro. Nothing important, but it felt right, even here on Coruscant. Anakin had been meaning to learn Nabooro for the last three years, but it was only after she told him she was pregnant that his attempts had really gained any meaning. Until then, it had been only "I love you," and "dearest," and the few words she had taught him, all along similar lines. "But can we watch it in Basic now?"

"If you insist," Padmé said, teasing, and Anakin smiled, tucking his nose into her neck as she rewound the 'vid and changed the language settings to Basic.

The séame began once more. "Once upon a time," he said. Padmé repressed the wish to roll her eyes. The voice of the narrator in Basic was somebody with a deep and dignified voice and a Coruscant accent that reminded her a little bit of Master Kenobi. Anakin seemed to hear the resemblance, too, because he pressed a smile into her skin. "There was a just and fair King."

——————

The king's castle sat atop the moon, whence he watched all that happened in the Kingdom. This king was true and generous, brave and kind… but he had one flaw, and that was his pride.

One night, as the moon rose in the sky, the King's eyes fell for the first time on a part of his land where his light did not reach. Where all of his land seemed to shine back at him, this place sat dark and mysterious. Curious about this place, the King put away his royal cloak and his crown of silver, and wore simple clothing to descend to his kingdom, so he may have truthful answers. There, he asked in the surrounding villages about this strange, dark part of his world.

"That is the home of the Dark Lady," he was told. "She protects us from the creatures of the Deep, whom even the moon's light cannot protect us from."

This angered the King, whose pride in his light and his ability to protect every corner of his kingdom had sometime turned into arrogance. At once he took to the home of this Dark Lady… and found that the Dark Lady was only a woman, and nothing more. What could a simple woman do that his light, the light of the moon itself, was not capable of?

He asked her so.

The Dark Lady said, "The light of the moon cannot touch the Deep, and in truth never should."

——————

The performer that played Enshadu had not donned the traditional enshué, but a deep black one with a single tear limned in silver. Padmé watched as King Dod Veruna and Enshadu began a battle with their staffs, their long sleeves and cloaks fluttering around them as they did. It was beautiful—the moon caught upon the silver-threaded embroidery on their clothing and turned them almost into holos of themselves.

"Who do you think will win?" Dn. Sabrun asked.

"They can't fight," Suvane said, sounding shocked. "King Dod Veruna and Enshadu love each other!"

Padmé frowned. That was true, and she knew that, but the sight of their battle had made her think that this was a different tale, or an older one.

"They will," Dn. Sabrun said.

Nura seemed to be in agreement with Padmé. "How?" she asked, pouting. "They're fighting."

Dn. Sabrun seemed amused. "Are they fighting?" she asked. "Or are they dancing?"

——————

The King, angered, said, "There is no place in my kingdom that my light cannot touch." And revealing himself as the King who lived upon the Moon, he ordered every lantern upon the moon lit, until each river in his kingdom shone back the veins of his land. His servants hurried to obey, but the King found the Dark Lady's home unchanged, still under shadow.

"Even now," the Dark Lady said, "the moon's light does not touch the Deep."

Growing angrier still, the King now had great mirrors built, and turned them thus that his own light may shine even brighter, until every lake in his kingdom became a mirror in itself and turned his own light back to him.

"Even now," the Dark Lady said, saddened, "the moon's light does not touch the Deep."

Finally, unable to relinquish his pride and furious to have twice failed, the King summoned the light of the sun to himself, and shone bright enough to illuminate all in the world, even the very shadows themselves. And as the light of the moon finally touched the Deep, all its creatures came forth, great beasts with teeth sharp as knives and mouths as wide as caverns. For these were creatures that had once been kept at bay by the Dark Lady's power, and upon seeing the brightness now they emerged.

"What have you done, King?" the Dark Lady asked, mournful, at the sight of these beasts, who began to crawl over the land, destroying villages and harvests, cities and forests, with no impunity.

Realising his error, the King pulled away his light. First, the King returned the Sun's light, which had never been his to keep. And still the creatures of the Deep crawled over the land, until his kingdom's towns and cities began to crumble.

Then, he dimmed his lanterns, and still the creatures of the Deep ravaged his kingdom, until the people of his land had to lift their own weapons, afraid that their King could not protect them against these beasts.

Finally, he shattered his great mirrors and spread them through the skies, each piece too small to reflect more than a point of light… and even then, emboldened now, the light of the moon was sufficient for these creatures, who did not cease their horrors.

"What have I done?" the King asked, as the people of his kingdom died before him.

——————

Anakin looked mildly horrified as the exaggerated bodré continued their destruction of cities that deeply resembled Moenia and Theed, though of course they wouldn't have. "Padmé," he said, slowly, "this is a story you tell children?"

Padmé raised her chin in the air. "It was my favourite when I was young," she said. On the holo, something exploded. "Children love explosions."

Anakin snorted. "I… you're not wrong," he murmured. "Ahsoka's been telling me some of the popular stories in the creche, ones I never really heard. They're violent." He huffed, a noise of quick amusement. "But the Jedi wouldn't like all this talk of Light and Dark. Definitely not when the Light unleashes, ah, all these beasts."

Padmé shifted in his arms. "This isn't about the Force, though I can see the similarity. It's the moon's light. King Dod Veruna illuminates… the injustices and horrors people believe they can hide under the cover of the dark."

Anakin raised an eyebrow. "Why do I get the feeling you don't like the Dark Lady very much?"

Padmé paused, surprised. "They're not opposites, you know," she said. "If you follow the metaphor, it may look like Enshadu is just espousing ignorance, but that isn't it at all. She's the protector of the damned and the outcasts. She protects her bodré just as much as she protects the people in those villages. This holo is… simplifying it a little."

"Monsters need protection, too?"

Padmé raised an eyebrow. "Is it better to pretend they don't exist than to offer them… aid, if they're willing to accept it? Enshadu's presence is a reminder." She looked over at the holo, paused upon a still of Enshadu watching the destruction. The holo had her in tears, but Padmé remembered her own preferred version: a play she had watched recently, in which Enshadu wept not for the villagers, but for the creatures that did not know what to do with so much light.

"An unwelcome one, for most," Anakin murmured, as she continued the 'vid and King Dod Veruna's devastated features rose.

Padmé eyed him thoughtfully. "They're lovers, you know," she said. "King Dod Veruna and Enshadu. And protectors of lovers, together. Our own ceremony invoked them… heavily."

Anakin opened his mouth, then closed his mouth. "Play the 'vid," he muttered, and Padmé laughed.

——————

"Only the darkness is protection from the creatures of the Deep," the Dark Lady said. "Would that you had understood this, King."

"I bow to your wisdom," the King said. "Please teach me what it is I may do to end this senseless violence." And seeing that his humility was true, the Dark Lady pulled him into her embrace. As she did so, the black of her long neem wrapped around him, head to toe, and finally the moon, too, was hidden entirely.

As the light disappeared, the creatures of the Deep, blind once more, began to stumble back into their depths, and the villages of the kingdom were safe once more, though not unchanged from this time.

The King was moved and humbled by this act, and for the first time he gained an appreciation for the dark, which he realised was as much a part of his kingdom as his own light. He thanked the Dark Lady, but as he did, he saw that she could not see. "My eyes were not made for such light," she said, sorrow in her voice. "Having once seen it has changed me. I cannot see in my own dark. How, now, will I protect our people?"

And so, the King once more lit his lanterns, but wary of his past mistakes, he lit only those that would shine upon the surface of her home, and allow her to see.

And even to this day, you may find the moon shining upon the waters of the home of his beloved Dark Lady.

——————

Before them, King Dod Veruna unmasked Enshadu, and pulled her to him for a kiss, tying off a new enshué behind her head before they separated. This mask was the one Padmé knew—deep black, with a streak of silver down the forehead, over the nose, and past the lips: the streak moonlight left on the Dark Lady.

"Any questions?" Dn. Sabrun asked.

There were lots. "Why did he help her?" "Why did she help him?" "Why wasn't Zenda there?" "Why doesn't he wear his neem?"

"What does it mean?" Padmé asked Dn. Sabrun, as the performers parted to to mark just where the moon—not Veruna, but Ohma D'un—cast a bright halo across the lake, rippling out almost to the beach itself.

Dn. Sabrun said, "It means different things to different people," she said, patient. "What do you think it means?"

Padmé stopped. "What does it mean to you?" she asked.

Dn. Sabrun said, "To me, it means we all have much to learn, from the oldest and wisest of us to the youngest. And that we must help each other learn, whenever we can."

——————

"What does it mean?"

Padmé looked over her shoulder. "What did it mean to you?" she asked.

Anakin shrugged, but he looked thoughtful. "There's more than one way to skin a womp rat?"

Padmé grinned, carding her fingers through his hair. "You're not wrong. I've always seen it as a story of… ignorance, and its cost. Where even good intentions can fail." She paused, and rolled over to face Anakin. "And I've always found the lovers very romantic."

Anakin raised an eyebrow. "What's romantic about that? I assume the light and dark thing means they never meet again?"

Padmé shrugged. "That can be romantic! It's the sacrifice, I think: he gives her a little bit of his light just so she can see, and doesn't see her again so she can… be who she is without suffering. Do what she's meant to do, even if that means sacrificing his pride."

"He doesn't seem to have much to offer, considering he's the one who blinded her in the first place."

Padmé stroked her fingers across his forehead. "This is a kid's holo, but… there's this poem, Cu Saétâto so Enshadu, where Enshadu talks about how nothing she's ever seen before and nothing she'll ever see again will compare to the singular moment in which she was surrounded by King Dod Veruna's light. It's an erotic poem," she added, and Anakin's attention shifted.

"Is it? Tell me more about this… erotic poem."

——————

"What do you think it meant?"

Leia frowned. "Well, from one point of view, the King was responsible for all of the destruction himself. So perhaps it's about… ignorance and its consequences." She snorted. "Or it's a commentary on the carelessness and arrogance of royalty."

"You're royalty," Luke said.

Leia shrugged. "Self-awareness is a useful quality."

Luke shook his head. "I thought it was about forgiveness. The King was responsible, but—what happened wasn't what he intended."

"That doesn't change everything that was lost," Leia said. Luke nodded.

"I know. But if the Dark Lady hadn't forgiven him, it would never have ended." Leia gave him a wry look, like she knew what he was doing. Luke could feel his shoulders slowly rising to his ears, and he sat up straight again. "What are you giving me that look for? I haven't seen this before any more than you have."

Leia shook her head, but she was smiling. "I want to look into the Dark Lady more. All this beasts from the Deep and Dark nonsense just sounds like Imperial propaganda—how old is this 'vid, anyway?"

Luke checked. "Just a few years, but I don't think the story can be that different from the traditional ones." He clicked through a few articles, then slowed. "They're lovers, traditionally," he said. "The King and the Dark Lady. Enshadu." The name was strange in his mouth, unfamiliar. He imagined what it might sound like with practice, and said it again. "Enshadu."

"I wouldn't have guessed that from this."

Luke nodded. "I'd like to hear the real story, though. If they're lovers, then really, isn't this a story of everyone trying to protect the ones they love? Even if it doesn't always go well."

Leia's expression softened. "I suppose so. If you ever find a better 'vid, one that doesn't look like it was made to pander to Palpatine… well, you know where to find me."

Luke grinned. "I'll find something. Stories like this—they're always being told."

#star wars #sw fanfiction #anidala #padme amidala #nabooro #naboo culture #naboo #luke skywalker #leia organa #this is not how i intended to tell this story but you know what #i enjoy seeing different people interpret the same story. and i DEEPLY enjoy seeing its development in time #imagining fairytale retellings of this a la retellings of cinderella... my heart sighs #i need to add a ...thing with all the translations. and i will. eventually #i hope most of the words are clear enough though lol #.religion #.myths #.mythology #.six

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**meant for readers 18+, due to content**

For the Love of the Dungeon Master

Hellfire Club had just ended its latest campaign. Mike and Dustin called out goodbye as they rush out the door of Eddie's trailer. Their excited exclamations make you smile.

Eddie had his back towards you. He was focused on organizing the aftermath of the D&D campaign. The dim light casting his sillheoutte against the wall.

"Eddie....," your soft voice fills the silence.

" 'Nhn?" He answers, still focused.

"I-I- dont want to be alone tonight...." your voice trails off, breaking.

Eddie has been your best friend since middle school. It's been more than that to both of you. Flirting has always happened between you two. Between sarcastic comments being exchanged to teasing each other by you sitting in his lap or him placing little kisses on your neck or forehead, it's the way it always has been. Hell, half of the club wonders why you both haven't made it official yet. Eddie wasn't one for labels but then again, he had always been labeled his entire life. You couldn't blame the guy.

Eddie turns towards you, his tongue placed between his lips. That damn tongue. He always does that when he was concentrating.

You collide into Eddie's arms. He teeters a bit at the unexpected motion but he never fully falters in his stance. His arms enclose around you in a protective circle. You snuggle into his chest, closing the remaining distance.

His doe brown eyes are full of concern. His ring clad fingers gently caress the skin of your face. In one deft movement, he tilts your chin up to meet his gaze. He is studying your face, gently rubbing circles with his fingers on the base of your throat.

You close your eyes at the cool metal of his rings. Eddie smiles as he feels your pulse quicken under his fingertips. You place your hands on either side of his face. He closes his eyes at your delicate touch. You entangle your hands in your hair, drawing him closer to you. His forehead comes to rest aganist yours. Your lips hungrily find his, a soft moan escaping from your throat. You pull him even closer to you.

Eddie's eyes shoot open, wide with both surprise and wonder. "Hey, what's this?" he murmurs against your lips.

Eddie held you away from him, taking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and the stars that were in your eyes. He could still taste the peach flavor of your lips. God, he longed for more. His ringed fingers lightly grip your upper arms, shaking from the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He was afraid to let you go, that you would disappear like the rest of the good things that came into his life.

You looked up at him from beneath your long lashes, your blue eyes wide. The way he is gazing at you is making your heart pound.

"Eddie, I need you...," your voice is breathy as the words fall from your lips.

Eddie's brown eyes darken with desire, becoming deep pools of chocolate. He swallows hard, his eyes glistening in the low light.

"No one has ever needed me...," his voice breaks. The simple statement breaks your heart. Eddie didn't have the easiest childhood. His dad was in and out of jail, for one crime or another. He only lit down at Wayne's house for a day or two, always leaving Eddie heartbroken in the wake. Wayne always picked up the pieces, with your help, of course. His mother hadn't been seen or heard from in years, abandoned her only child.

Your Eddie.

You leap into Eddie's arms. Instinctively, your fingers tangle in his thick curls, your lips grazing the skin on his neck. Eddie lets a moan escape his throat, fueling your desire for him. Your legs wrap around his waist, pinning your heaving chest aganist his. He cups the rounded curves of your ass with his hands, chuckling as he boosts you further up his body. He is relishing in the feel of you, sliding aganist his growing hard on.

"Oh, y/n, you little minx," he murmurs. He gently presses you up aganist the wall of the trailer. His hands trail over your body, a surge of heat rising to the surface of your skin wherever his hands once were.

He nips at the soft flesh of your neck, nibbling at your ear lobe. The moans of pleasure escaping your lips drive Eddie wild. His hand grasp at your hips, pulling you closer to him, as if he wants to become one with you. "Oh, baby, you're driving me absolutely crazy," he says between kisses. "Eddie," you whisper in his ear, biting it gently. Eddie whimpers, coming unraveled as your teeth graze his ear. His lips find yours again, his teeth capturing your bottom lip, gently tugging.

Eddie's hands grasp your thighs, rubbing circles on your jeans. He adjusts his hold on your thighs, making you shiver with desire at his touch.

"You are absolutely the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he lovingly says. He gazes at you in awe as your eyes soften and your lips part as he falls silent. He makes his way down the hall to his room, pausing every few feet to steal a kiss. Your lips barely left his neck, unless to welcome his kisses, softly kissing and nipping.

Eddie moans, "it's so hard to concentrate on walking when you're doing that, sweetheart."

Feigning innocence, you look up at him beneath your eyelashes, "do you want me to stop?" Eddie's breath catches in his throat at the half innocent and half feral look in your eyes. "Oh, hell no, y/n. Don't stop. Please."

You suck on his neck, finding the vein on Eddie's neck, his pulse quickens under your lips.

"Oh, God--- Jesus H. Christ...," Eddie moans loudly. You smile at his trademark curses.

Eddie's smell is intoxicating. It's a heady mix of cedar and patchouli with a hint of citrus. His smell drives you crazy. It always has. Your fingers play with his curls absentmindedly as you bite his neck.

Eddie kicks the half open door to his room, swinging it open. He never loses his strong grip on your body, keeping you anchored aganist his. His lips graze yours, capturing your bottom lip in between his teeth. He closes the door quickly, pushing your body up aganist it. He slowly slides you down his body, brushing up aganist the bulge forming a tent in his jeans. Eddie closes his eyes at the sensation, swallowing hard. He unlaces your fingers from behind his neck, taking both your wrists above your head and holding them in place with just one of his.

His eyes are a darker brown than they were moments ago, teeming with desire. His free hand gently traces down your side, following the curves with his fingertips. Goosebumps rise to the surface of your fair skin. Eddie releases his grip on your wrists. His intense gaze wanders over your body, heaving with his every touch. His finger tips grip the hem of your Hellfire shirt, lifting it to reveal more of your skin.

His tongue is between his lips as he slowly lifts the shirt further up your body. "Oh, you're gorgeous... absolutely gorgeous, sweetheart..." Eddie gently pulls the shirt over your head, tossing it to the side. His hands wander to your hips, pulling you closer to his body. With a smirk, Eddie dips his head, kissing the soft flesh that peeks out from over your bra. "A black bra, huh?" Eddie's fingers stroked the skin between your breasts, making you shudder with desire. "That's so sexy...," his voice is heady with desire. His lips are on your neck, gently nibbling and sucking. You throw your head back, warmth pooling in your stomach as Eddie's lips explore your neck. He moans as your hands start exploring his body, running your hands underneath his shirt and tracing his abdomen lightly with your fingertips.

You curl your fingers under the waistband of his jeans, playing with the love trail that disappears just underneath.

Eddie's hands wrap around your upper body, his kisses are becoming more needy and frequent. He is fumbling with the clasp of your bra, finally freeing your breasts as he lets it fall to the floor. He cups your breasts with his hands, massaging and kneading them with his palms. His breathing is more erratic, his need for you building with each touch. He bends his head with that wicked smile you have come to love, his warm lips envelope the nipple. A moan once again escapes your lips.

"My Eddie," you say so softly that you wonder if he heard you.

Eddie's curly head pauses. His brown eyes come into view as he gazes at you in wonder. "Your Eddie?" He strokes the side of your face. The look in his eyes changes from wonder to love. A blush rises to your cheeks. All you can muster is a little nod. Eddie's lips find yours again, full of need and desire. The taste of mint from his lips overwhelm your senses. His movements growing more desperate. He lifts you up into his arms, carrying you across the room to his bed. He gently lowers you to the mattress, his hand protecting your head. Eddie's hands slide across your thighs, unbuttoning your jeans. He kisses down your stomach, sliding the jeans down. "Is this okay?" He pauses to ask you. His eyes questioning, reading your face. He never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable around him. You give him a smirk, biting your lip. You raise your hips, allowing him to slide the jeans off your legs. He quickly throws them to the side, not caring where they landed. You giggled. "Oh, y/n, am I that funny?" You try to hide another giggle. "No, Dungeon Master," you reply.

Eddie's eyes flash, "Jesus H. Christ... I love the sound of that," he exclaims. His lips trail across your inner thighs, leaving you breathless. His ringed fingers hooking underneath your panties, your hips bucking in response to his touch. In one swift motion, Eddie removes your panties and leaning down to kiss your thighs. He bumps your clit with his tongue, teasing it with little kisses. "Eddie..." you whimper with need. "Not yet, sweetheart, not yet..."

Eddie holds onto your thighs, nuzzling your swollen folds with his tongue. He moans, "y/n, I have thought about this for a long time." Your hands tangle in his curls, pushing his head down, absentmindedly playing with his hair. Eddie's mouth is warm as he latches onto your clit, sucking hard. Warmth pools in your center, causing you to arch your back. Eddie's fingers enter you, the metal of his rings cool against the warmth building inside you. Eddie gazes up at your face. He smiles when he sees your tongue between your lips. "Sweetheart, you look amazing like this," he murmurs as he speeds the pace up, causing you to whimper.

"Eddie, please, Eddie," you gasp. He pulls you up to him, his fingers still pumping inside you. He kisses your neck, biting and sucking as you rock aganist him. He is loving every minute of watching you fall apart in front of him. He wanted to watch as your orgasm got closer. He knew you were close. He could feel you tighten around his fingers. Your breathing speeds up, your heart pounding wildly against his chest, the absolutely feral look in your eyes as he circled his fingers inside you.

"You're so beautiful... Come on, sweetheart, cum for your Dungeon Master."

His words undid you. The convulsions wracked your body as your orgasm burst inside you. Stars filled your vision. You clung to Eddie, whimpering and gasping, holding onto his Hellfire shirt. You peppered his neck with kisses, slowly moving your hands over his body.

Eddie shifts on the bed, positioning himself where he could see you better. His fingers tracing the blush that appeared across the skin of your neck and shoulders. You grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head and tossing it aside. You grabbed his hands, motioning for him to stand. He gladly obliged. He would do anything for you after the show you just gave him. He bit his lip as you kissed down his love trail, gently nipping at the skin. He jumped slightly at the sensation. "Nnmmmm..." he moaned. It was music to your ears. His soft moans resonating in your head.

You stuck your fingers inside the waistband of his jeans, lightly rubbing aganist him. Eddie threw his head back as his cock responded to your touch. He moaned sadly when you stopped. The sound made you wetter than you already are. He needed you as much as you needed him. You made quick work of his handcuff belt buckle, stripping his jeans and boxers off. His erect cock springing free from his boxers drives you crazy, the feeling stirring inside your already sensitive body.

Unexpectedly, you pushed Eddie onto the bed. You climbed on top of him, kissing his neck before capturing his lips. His eyes widened as you took control, kissing every inch of his body. He grasped the sheets beside him, his hands balling into fists. You place loving kisses on his thighs, causing Eddie to arch his back and buck towards you. His self control was wavering, growing weak with each soft caress of your lips. You stroke his length in small circles, lingering over the vein. Eddie's eyes are hooded with desire. He gasps as you nuzzle aganist his cock with your lips. "Oh, Jesus H. Christ," he murmurs as you suck on the vein at his base. Without a warning, you take him into your mouth, slowly stroking him with your tongue as you suck. Eddie's legs start to shake as you go deeper, sending him over the edge.

"Ahh, y/n, my sweetheart," he chants over and over like a prayer. His moans grow louder and more breathy. You suck down hard, deepthroating him as he bucks toward you. His release comes, a mixture of sweet and salty upon your tongue.

"Oh, God, baby, that's so hot," he gasps, coming down from his high.

Eddie reaches out for you, bringing you in close to him. He tangles his fingers in your hair, leaning in close. He rests his forehead aganist yours, bumping his nose with yours. He inhales, taking in the intoxicating smell of your hair. He sighs contentedly, caressing your skin with his fingertips. Goosebumps rise to the surface.

"I love you," he pulls away for a moment, taking his warmth with him. You snuggle close, kissing him deeply. Eddie pulls you into his lap, adjusting underneath you. His eyes widen at your silence, pleading for you to say something.

"Eddie, I love you too." You smile at him.

"I've waited to hear those words for so long," he softly whispers to you, kissing your neck.

He gently lays you down on the bed, nuzzling the crest of your breasts. Eddie gazes up at you. He begins peppering kisses down your stomach and over your hips. His fingertips graze your inner thighs. A needy moan escapes your lips.

"Eddie, please, I need you."

"Oh, you're so beautiful when you beg for me," he teases.

Eddie kisses his way back up your thighs. He pauses, his fingers circling your clit. He slowly slides his fingers inside you, reveling in how warm and wet you are. His devilish smile makes it appearance again, his tongue placed between his lips. He slides his fingers out agonizingly slow, bringing them to his lips as he tastes you. "You taste so sweet," he says softly.

Eddie comes face to face with you, stroking your cheeks and neck. He places his hands on either side of your face. His brown eyes search yours, looking for any hint that you might have changed your mind about him. You trace his jawline with your thumb, rubbing in circles on his stubble. Eddie leans down to kiss you, melting into your touch.

"Are you sure about this? About me?" His eyes are questioning.

"Eddie, I couldn't imagine this being anyone but you," you reassure him. "There's only ever been you."

"Y/n..." You bring your fingers to his lips, silencing his doubts.

"I've always wanted you, I will always want you."

Eddie clutches you close to him, tears in his eyes. He slowly enters you, feeling your warmth around him. Waves of desire build in Eddie's eyes. His body is shuddering aganist yours as his hands wander to find your throat. He turns your head, burying his face in your hair as he crashes into you.

"Oh, my Eddie," the sensation building inside you as Eddie pulls out slightly. Eddie grasps your shoulders as he slams into you, making your back arch up towards him. He goes to bury his face in your neck again. You grab him by his chin, caressing his skin and forcing him to look at you.

"Don't hide your face from me, Eddie. I want to see you."

"Oh God, baby, I love you so much," he gasps at the sentiment you just expressed made him come undone.

He holds you close, his lips devouring yours as he speeds up. Your hands are clutching at his back as you buck your hips towards him, his cock plunging deeper inside. Red scratches come to the surface of his pale skin as your nails rake down his back.

"Oh, Eddie," you whisper as his movements become more fevered aganist your body, causing heat to pool between your legs. Eddie pushes himself up on his forearms, "I need a better view," he murmurs. He grabs your legs, wrapping them around his waist. "You're so beautiful and sexy," he groans plunging deep inside you.

"Mmmm, Eddie, my Dungeon Master, I'm going to..." your voice broke off as Eddie abruptly picks you up. Eddie has a strong grip around your thighs as he carries you to the chair across the room. He sits down with you in his lap, rotating your hips in circles around his cock.

"Mmmm, y/n, you drive me crazy. I just wanted to see you ride me, sweetheart." He buries his face in between your breast as he speed up his movements. He holds you closer, his body shaking as his orgasm rocked through him. "I'm about to cum, baby." His soft exclamations and frenzied thrusting inside made your orgasm wash over you, spilling out over his thighs. You clung to his sweaty form, encircling his torso as you gasp. Eddie kisses you as you both come down from your orgasms. He pushes the hair out of your eyes, plastered to your forehead by the sweat beading there. His dark hair has fallen in his face, his signature smirk visible underneath his long curls.

Eddie scoops you into his arms, cradling you aganist his chest. He makes his way over to his bed, softly laying down with you. He rolls to his back, guiding you to lay on his chest. He plants a soft kiss on the top of your head, intertwining his fingers with yours and resting it on his chest.

"Please stay," he contentedly murmurs, half asleep.

"Always," you kiss his soft lips as his eyelids flutter. A sleepy smile graces his face. The breath catches in your throat, tears spring to your eyes.

"Eddie?"

"Nhmh?" He groggily answers.

"You are perfect. You deserve the world. I love more than you could possibly ever know," your voice is a whisper.

"I love you more," Eddie murmurs with a smile. He brings you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you. He covers both of you as he sighs happily. For the first time in a very long time, you slept peacefully.

#eddiemunson #eddie x fem!reader #fluffy #eddie munson smut

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whats-wild-to-you · 1 year

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Dark Horse (100 Days sequel)

[Choi Wooyoung]

[Jay’s POV]

We sat in the kitchen, silently eating breakfast. Soo-jin woke up early and made scrambled eggs and pancakes and even freshly squeezed orange juice. I was wondering if she would still be mad at me but seeing her in the kitchen preparing breakfast, I knew she was concerned and deserved answers.

“Smells good.” I said, catching her attention. She looked up, her signature smile plastered on her face, giving nothing away as to what went on underneath it.

“Sit.” She ordered and placed a cup of coffee in front of me.

“I think that’s plenty. Let’s eat together!”

“I’ll be done in a sec. I have two more pancakes to flip.”

I was waiting for her, and dug into my food as soon as she sat down. Her mood changed in an instant.

She kept her head low, downing her food as if she was being chased.

“Slow down! You’ll get a stomach ache.”

“Huh? .. Oh.”

“Is something wrong?”

She shook her head vehemently but not very convincingly.

“I gotta go. I promised to help Ri-Na with … something.” She announced, hastily getting up.

“Stop! Sit back down!”

Like a child who was being scolded, she reluctantly sat back on her chair, absentmindedly stabbing the leftovers on her plate.

“Talk!”

“There’s really nothing I-”

“You’re not leaving unless you talk to me.”

Her eyes darted left and right, I thought she was looking for an escape route, until I realized she was trying to blink back tears.

Sighing, I scoochwd closer, protectively putting an arm around her.

“I’m sorry about what happened yesterday. I should’ve stopped her, and I don’t know why I didn’t.”

“I do! It’s because you were forced to break up. Mr. Kim told me everything. You still had feelings for each other and all these years you never found closure.”

Out of instinct I wanted to defend myself but there wasn’t really anything I could say. Soo-jin was spot on! This was the reason I’ve been feeling guilty.

“If we never met, would you have gone back to her?”

“No.”

“So, no more feelings?”

“None.”

She looked at me intently, scanned my face for any sign of doubt. Any sign of a lie. When she made sure I was really telling the truth, she got up off her chair and sat down on my lap instead.

“You’re dangerous! I wish I was more cautious but I’m so in love with you, I can’t stay mad at you for long.”

I brushed a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, caressing her cheek. Soo-jin was on the verge of tears again and it was all my fault. I wrapped my arms around her small frame, pulling her close to me. We hugged like this for a while, when she suddenly looked up at me, grabbing my face and crashing her lips on mine.

The taste of her lips mixed with that of her tears and I instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist, carrying her back to the bedroom. I didn’t know what I was doing. All I knew was that I wanted her to feel good again.

[Soo-jin’s POV]

Jay put a hand on the back of my head, slowly easing me down onto the bed. He didn’t talk but his eyes told me everything that was going on inside of him.

He slowly inched closer, kissing me softly.

It felt a lot like that one time back in the house when I woke up from a nightmare and realized Jay was laying in bed with me. Just like then he was very careful now. Fresh tears threatened to spill once I realized why he was like this. He was afraid. Afraid of doing something wrong, afraid of scaring me off, afraid of losing me.

When I pulled him closer to me, I saw the panic in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry.” He mumbled, then got up and fled the room. Soon after I heard the front door click.

I reached for my phone on the nightstand and quickly texted Ri-Na.

I need you!

30 minutes later the door rang. I hurried over without checking and my face fell when I saw Mr. Kim standing in front of me.

“What’s with the face?”

“You’re not who I was expecting.”

“Are you expecting someone?”

“Ri-Na. I- nevermind. What brings you over?”

“I need to talk to Jay. And you. I need to talk to both of you.”

“Jay’s not here.” I said meekly, avoiding his eyes.

“You had a fight?”

“No, we didn’t.”

“Liar.” Mr. Kim said, pulling out his phone to text Jay.

15 minutes later he unlocked the door.

“Come. Sit. I need to tell you both something.”

Since Ri-Na still hadn’t showed up I texted her, claiming that I meant to send that text to Jay.

Kinky. She texted back, adding a ton of eggplant emojis.

“What is it, hyung?”

“Well, the private investigator we hired late last year called me this morning, saying he found out something interesting. Apparently your ex-fiancé is your stepmother’s only son!” Mr. Kim’s gaze panned from me to Jay.

“What?” Jay exclaimed flabbergasted.

“Your father wasn’t Mrs. Choi’s second husband. He was her third. She had Wooyoung with her first husband who passed away. Then she married Mr. Lee, who had 3 children from a previous marriage, and lastly your father. What’s interesting, is that she gave Wooyoung up for adoption a year after he was born. Did he ever mention anything to you?” Mr. Kim asked me, but I could only shake my head. I was hearing all this for the first time.

“Do you think he may not know he’s adopted?” Jay wondered out loud.

“Anything’s possible! And remember, that still doesn’t prove anything. We need evidence!” Mr. Kim added.

“Evidence?” I asked, but the two men were deep in conversation and couldn’t hear me.

“I want just go up to him and talk to him.”

“And you’ve burned all bridges with Ari.”

“How do these two even know each other?” I chimed in but they both ignored me.

“I may have an idea. I’ll call you later.” Jay said, practically shoving Mr. Kim out the door.

“What are you planning to do?” I asked Jay, following him into the bedroom.

“I need to check something. I’ll tell you everything later.”

He disappeared without saying another word and I was once again left in the dark.

Jay came home the next morning, sleep-deprived and with bloodshot eyes.

“Where the hell have you been?”

“Sorry, I got carried away. Byung Hyun and I have been trining to untangle the mess with my stepmother and Wooyoung.”

“Any luck?”

“Maybe. But I’d rather not discuss this with you. I need to keep you out of this.”

“Because of Wooyoung? You think he’s going to contact me?”

“I don’t know, maybe!”

“Are you about to do something stupid?”

“Probably.”

“Are we good? This morning you-”

“You deserve to be happy, Soo-jin, you don’t deserve this. But I’m going to make it all go away, so we can live our life in peace. Just give me a little time to achieve it!”

“You got all the time you need. If it helps, I can crash at Ri-Na’s for a while.”

Jay nodded and wrapped his arms around me. My head rested on his chest, and I was breathing in his scent.

“I love you!” I said, kissing him passionately before I went to the bedroom and pulled a few things out of my closet.

[Jay’s POV]

“You’re going to do what? This is crazy! I’ve always known you were impulsive, but this is pushing it!”

“Go bold or go home, right?”

“Bold? That’s an understatement. Do you even know if Changmin will cooperate?”

“I haven’t talked to him yet, but I texted him and we’re meeting him later.”

“We are? Us two? Together?”

“Hyung, I need you!”

“I know. That’s what’s scaring me.”

Later that day, hyung and I visited Changmin’s restaurant. It was break time, so he was the only one there.

“I got excited when I read your text, but something tells me I that will change very soon!”

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it!” Hyung chimed in and I gave him the side eye.

“I need your help.” I blurted out, not the type to beat around the busy. “You need to talk to Wooyoung for me.”

“Wooyoung?”

“Soo-jin’s ex. I can’t explain it to you all in detail, but we know him and my stepmother are related. You need to talk to him, get him to admit it!”

“Assuming he knows about it.” Mr. Kim added.

“Oh, he does!” I said to him, even though I wasn’t sure myself.

“You think him and your stepmother are behind the anonymous threats?”

“Yes, and I’m running out of time! I want this to go away, because I don’t know how much longer Soo-jin is going to stick around and endure all this.” It was the first time I said it out loud. My biggest fear. Even though Soo-jin was understanding, I knew she ran out of patience a long time ago.

“What exactly do I need to do?” Changmin said sternly, giving me a reassuring look. I shared my plan and breathed a sigh of relief when I realized he was not only on board, but also added ideas of his own.

“We have to make it believable, otherwise he’ll call out our bluff!” He added and I nodded content. We parted ways after Changmin insisted on us staying for dinner, knowing that there was no going back now.

“How do you think Soo-jin will react to all of this?” Hyung asked while he drove me back home.

“Honestly? She’ll be pissed, but I hope she’ll see the big picture and realize she has nothing to worry about!”

“It would help if she knew what we’re about to do!”

“No! The less she knows, the better.”

Hyung nodded and navigated through traffic. At home he immediately called our PR team and told them to publish the content of the email he just sent them.

“For your sake, and Soo-jin’s, I really hope this works!”

[Soo-jin’s POV]

It’s been a while since I woke up well rested in the morning. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled my nostrils, I followed it until I saw Ri-Na sitting at the bountiful breakfast table, chuckling.

“Works every time!”

“Aww, you shouldn’t have!”

“Sit. Eat. You don’t even know how stressed you look. While you’re here, we will get you back to a 100%. No talks about any scandals, no amateur detective work, nothing. Just food, sleep, and trashy tv!

“I’ll drink to that!” We toasted with our coffee, and Ri-Na turned the tv on, switching through the channels until she found a gossip magazine.

‘This just in. We’re getting reports from sources close to Jay Park that claim that he broke up with his girlfriend. It is said that she left him because of the ongoing scandal surrounding him. When we have more information, you’ll hear it here first.’

“Son of a ...”

“Must be part of the plan.”

“What? What plan?”

“Jay didn’t elaborate, but apparently, him and Mr. Kim are plotting something. Let’s just wait and see where this is going!”

The next morning I was rudely awakened by Ri-Na, screaming loudly at the tv.

“Ya! Your boyfriend is crazy! Get up! You have to see for yourself what they’re saying!”

Ri-Na dragged me out to the living room, pointing at the tv, increasing the volume.

‘After our initial report yesterday, we can know confirm that the reason Jay Park and his girlfriend broke up is indeed another man! Jung Changmin was Mr. Park’s private chef before he opened his own restaurant earlier this year. Him and Mr. Park’s girlfriend have been close, with Mr. Jung saying Jay never treated her right. He also alleged to an additional scandal, claiming Mr. Park’s girlfriend was hired to play the role. More on this topic later.’

“What the hell is wrong with him? Did you know any of this would happen?”

I simply shook my head, too stunned to speak. Surely this was all part of Jay’s plan. By now I knew, his methods and approach to things was unorthodox, but learned to trust that in the end he always succeeded.

But this was different. He was playing with fire, and could very well get burned.

***

[endgame]

#Jay Park #more soju please #MORE VISION #park jaebum #park jaebeom #park jaybum #jay park scenarios #Jay Park fanfic #jay park imagines #khh imagines #aomg imagines #aomg scenarios #jay park AOMG #aomg jay park #aomgofficial #h1ghrmusic #h1ghrgang #AOMG

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alphawolfcraft · 2 years

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-Static storm- part2

Summary: the bad batch waits out for the storm to end. they also get to know Kath better

Part one of the story if you wish to read it

-start-

Omega has never seen a static storm before but by how the mandalorian talked about it it sounded calm and soft. It a way it was soft. As the sun set the sky was covered in heavy clouds yet no drops of water fell from them. It was not entirely an unfamiliar sight. Kamino had heavy clouds that always covered the sky not unlike this planet.

The sky starts to rumble as the clouds blanket the world in darkness. The thunder rumbles their bones like a deep base in music and the sky fleshes before every reverberating grumble. Its a memorizing site really. Watch as the sky put on a show for you. Its dancing lights seem erratic and yet some how so practice as they dance across the dark sky. In the eyes of a young child it would look something like fireworks ,if omega knew what that was, but still it was mesmerizing to her.

But that was before the first lighting strike. lest say when it did, she squealed like a piglet and scampered away from the window she was starting out of, to her biggest brother. Who had fallen a sleep. Kamenio was not a planet that suffered from lighting and thunder, just its constant down pour of water.

Omega was not the only one affected by the loud noise. hunter flintch from the sound and cover his ears. Glaring at the window he muttered a few curses so low that not one herd it. Wrecker ,the brother who omega hid under, woke. Cutting him of mid snore.

"Huh?" Wrecker asked dumbly pushing him self up from where he lay.

"Its just a lighting wrecker. go back to sleep" tech droned. face glued to his data pad not even bothering to look up.

"Oh" wrecker hummed. now feeling dumb wrecker hunch over. While doing so his eldows hit something. Omega.

"mega?" Wrecker asked tilting his head "are you ok?"

"Yes" came her muffled lie. Her wobbly voice was enough for wrecker to think other wise. Scoping her up ,she gave a superised yelp.

"Dont worry!" Wrecker doomed as he set her on this lap "I'll keep you safe!" Hunter watch a his younger brother curl around omega, practly covering her from the world with his massive body and what ever wrecker was trying to do worked. Omega started to have a giggling fit. It must have been contagious because wrecker joined her making them a withering ball of laughter. The calmed down eventually after a few minutes leaving the room in dark silents. (The had turned of the lights per the mandalorains request)

The first lighting strike was not the last not by a long shot. It was like after the first strike a flood gate opened. One after another they came with there deafening cracks. Some times the strikes would be instantaneous one after another with a millisecond between each one and others the strikes would be a minute apart. Tonight they won't be able to sleep that much is obvious. Hunter can even hear shuffling beyond the boor. It seams that the storm is also keeping the mandalorian awake.

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Groaning Hunter cracked his eyes open to the morning sun. Vidrant oranges and gold's fill the room, it was calming hunter noted. Seeing his brothers and sister peacefully sleeping. Yeah, yeah it was nice. It makes hunters heart ake knowing that peace like this wount last not when the imprerals are after them. Crosshair. Shit he's still with them and hunter hasn't even thought about how to get him back. Even when hunter thinks about it, he doesn't even know where to start. Doesn't know who to trust, he Doesn't trust cid fully and is sure the feelings mutual. Plus he doesn't have the money to bribe some one to tell him the information he needed. Maybe he's making up excuse. He should ask tech about that. A monotone robotic voice speaks helping him out of his thoughts.

"Kath requested me to wake you all" Ax spoke jolting the others wake awake "she also requests that your hurry and I quote 'if there ship is lucky it wouldn't be a molten mess of metal'"

"Lovely" muttered hunter, with there curse luck there ship will be molten metal. He also for got to wake wrecker ever hour.

"Sun of a b-"

----*----

Wrecker was fine. the big guy thankfully had a thick skull and walking around like nothing happened. Kath seemed no where to be found as the ate breakfast. Ax said they where fine to eat with out her becuase she was working out side doing chores be for she forgot them. It was strang eating at a table again and not eating crap food. they all ate when ever the could and or remembers to wich was often enough. Sense wrecker often complained about being hungry even after he ate a hole ration bar. Some times when there struggling with money and could not buy enough food for all of them he would gave up this own meal for another to have it They all needed it especially omega. She needed it the most out of all of them her body was still growing. He never really like the rations any way.

"Eat up a much as you cam we have a long truck to do to day" Kath said entering in to the room tacking off her dirty helmet. Did she roll in dantha shit? Hunters nose said no, just mud. Kath was strangely covered in mud and hay. Her face was fine till she rubbed a hubby hand over it. Creating a streack of dirt in her other whys cleal compection.

"What happend?" Omega asked cerisly stuffing yet another pancake in her mouth. She's going to puke if she keeps it up hunter noted.

"A stamped, the hurd I have was more frisky this time around with the static storm and I nearly got trampeled" Kath said unfazed, fixing her self a drink.

"Are you all right?" She asked not longer interested in her food. Thank the force.

"Yep" Kath said confidently, she hit her chest plate. "My beskgar'gam saved me from the rest" she entertained omega till the rest of them finished eating. Kath Sent omega off to clean her self up. Kath turned towards then suddenly serous.

"Ok man I don't like to ask intruding questions to people I don't know but seeing how your ship was shot down i'm going have to" Kath said bluntly

"How do you know we were shot down?" Echo asked. He had leaned back against his chare and Crossed his arms. . . or what was left of his arm. Kath raised her draw not looking to imprest.

" seeing how there where giant scorch marks on the sides on it, it crash landing. Mind you that doesn't happen unless somethings wrong with it AND that its an imperial ship" Kath ranted simultaneously angry and sarcastically. There was a long uncomfortable silents of staring at each other. Omega had come walking in during in. She looked around at the sudden change of mood. She looked towards hunter for and answer, hunter who at some point during the rant stood, up hand on blaster, waved over omega. She walked over to him with out question, nest thing she new she was out behind his leg blocking the manbo from her.

"Hunter?" Omega asked quietly. He did not respond his hole attention was on the mandalorian. Sighing Kath spoke.

"Look man I just want an answer, a truth full one"

"And what? kill us" hunter snarled "your obviously know who we are" Kath's head jerked back like she got slapped

"Im sorry, if I knew who you where I would not be asking these questions" Kath stated "do ask my question. Why where you shot down?" No one made a move to talk. They all looked towards hunter expecting for him to do something.

"We're being hunted by an imperial force" Hunter said hesitant " that's why we where shot down" at those words the mandalorains hole poster changed from defensive to open and friendly.

"Well that changes things!" Kath chirped turning around to grade her helmet. It all defiled them

"Wait what" Wrecker said The most visually confused.

"Your not going to turn us in to the imperials?" Tech ask hand dropping away from his blaster.

"Of course!" Kath said turning back to them smiling, it did not reach her eyes and there was something dark in her eyes promising hurt. It made Hunters spine crawl. "I have a score to settle with them."

----*----

Omega was left behind with echo at the manbalorians house as the rest headed out for the ship and the had found it.

"Well its better than I thought" Kath quipped looking over the wreckage "only half of it is melted" she was right. the half that was sticking out of the gound, the back half, was practically fused with the ashy ground. The others half ,the front half, had survived. protected by the dirt that covered it. The trees around the ship had not survived the onslot of lighting. They where all dent to a black crisp. Thankfully what ever fire happened did not spread.

"Lula!" Wrecker wales crumbaling to his nease.

"Pardon?" Kath asks concerned.

"Its was a stuff toka 99 made" tech said barely interested in wreckers wailing and more in there ship.

"Oh" Kath huffed a sigh of relief "good is thought it was a pet"

"How are we going to get of this planet now" hunter questioned a hand plastered to his forehead.

"I'm unsure there is no say we can fix the damage that had been done" tech hummed

"Mind if I jump in?" Kath asked them.

"Go a head" Hunter said dully.

"There is a setelmet here" Kathy told them "and there dare ships there"

"But?" Tech queried

"But every one there is of manbalorain blood" Kath sighed crouching down on the balls of her feet. "The don't like outsiders"

"Well figer something out" tech said confidently.

"But Lula!!!!" Wrecker cried. He had finally calmed down from his grief. Hunter sighed and tech shook his head.

"I'll see if its serviced you guys head back" Kath said waveing them off.

-end-

This took so long 😭 but it out. so yeah thank you for reading it even if its spelling is bad and I hope you like it! There will be more parts out at. . . some point I hope. 🙄

Anyway a have a good day y'all!

#the bad batch #clone force 99 #the bad batch fanfiction #hunter tbb #wrecker tbb #tech tbb #tbb echo #omega tbb

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So I made some OCs based off the devil's interests-

Satan/Others of Gehenna was first lol

Name: Akari Cheong Aliases: Ak, Kari, Ri-Ri, Child of Solomon, Dove, Phoenix Gender/Pronouns: Female (She/Her) Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Bisexual Age: 21 Birthdate: September 1st Occupation: University student before coming to Hell Sexual Paraphilia: Martymachlia and Odaxelagnia Mental Illness: Post-traumatic embitterment disorder

Appearance:

Height: 5'5 Build: Athletic Build, Carrot body shape Skin Tone: Medium Hair: Shoulder long black with purple fade tips Eyes: Round eyes in the color cherry red Identifying Marks: A total of 10 moles (one under her right eye, above her left eyebrow, next to her left nostril, near the bottom right corner of her lip, on the right high side of her neck, on her right elbow, left wrist's far left side of the upper part, right above her right shin, two high on the back of her right thigh)

Personality: Very bold and bitter, often growls when she speaks low, domineering, but is pretty nice when you get to know her long enough Motto: "Metal" (when something cool happens or she think something's cool) "Hell knows no fury than a woman's wrath" (after accepting Hell) Best Quality: Her good kicking Worst Quality: Very emotional and sometimes ends up crying when she doesn't want too Fears: Thanatophobia (fear of dying), Becoming like her father Hobbies: Motor repair, painting, dealing with whoever is going on in Gehenna as kind of a stand in therapist Talents: Calming Satan down when fighting with Mammon somehow Skills: Great fighter, high pain tolerance

Family: Father (deceased), Mother (deceased), Little brother (deceased) Best Friends: Minhyeok, Emi, Hana, Dea Relationship Status: Technically dating though rn it's more of a friends-with-sex type of deal Significant Other: Satan (Primarily) Other Relationships: Leraye, Paimon, Belial, Sitri, Zagan, Astraoth, Minhyeok (dating all of them), Gabrial (love-hate relationship though she tease him after Christmas) Secret: Her fears and insecurities Role Model: N/A Crush: See Above with relationships Source of Embarrassment: Her weight is small in comparison of others so she can easily be picked up and thrown Source of Pride: Her looks and right hook and kicking

Backstory: Akari was raised in a Korean and Japanese(her mother's side)-American family but her father was a very strong fisted man who wanted to control the entire family from how they dressed to what they did throughout the day. She moved to Korea where she met Minhyeok and the two have been close ever since, sometimes she would spend nights at his house regardless of the timing or when they went to different schools as they got older. Then when she turned 11 her family died in a insane murder-suicide from the father in which she only managed to survive cause she snuck out before it could happen and ended up moving into Minhyeok's family home until they turned 18 and she got her own place. Since then she's been pretty bitter and acted very rough to everyone except Minhyeok.

Theme Song(s):

Thanks @simplyoriginalcharacters for this amazing OC tem. though I edited some of it to fit the fandom

#what in “hell” is bad?#whb mc #whb oc #whb akari #my art #Spotify

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Storm's Convergence by Valerie Storm #YAFantasy

Storm's Convergence

Demon Storm

Book 5

Valerie Storm

Genre: Young Adult Fantasy

Publisher: Shadow Spark Publishing

Date of Publication: 2/13/24

Cover Artist: @Ginkahederling

ASIN: B0CRYQJRN1

Number of pages: 313

Word Count: 78962

Tagline: The Fire Witch ruined Kari's life once before

Now she's back

And she's not alone

Book Description:

The calm can only last so long.

Now a member of Freehaven's Council, Kari tries to put her past behind her and settle down in her new home with her ever-present Lord and love, Ari.

Cracks in her mind, parting gifts from the heart eater, make planning the upcoming Spring Festival a struggle, but Kari is determined to do her best, even after Guine departs the town.

When a mysterious child appears at the festival and marks Kari, all semblance of normalcy is banished.

A triple threat from her past awaits beyond the walls of Freehaven and options are thin. Not willing to spill any more blood, Kari takes it upon herself to stop them—with Ari by her side.

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Excerpt:

The girl grabbed the neckline of her shirt and jerked her closer with too much ease. Kari stiffened as the girl’s cheek touched hers.

“Funny wolf demon, hiding in this wretched town.” Her voice was low and cruelly amused. Kari tensed, prepared to jerk free and throw a fist, but the girl hissed, “Ah, no, don’t move. There are many innocents here, though I would not call demons innocent. I know you would not want them hurt.”

She suddenly realized the closeness of so many villagers, as if she’d been ripped out of reality and dropped harshly back into it again.

Kari bit back a growl. “Who are you?”

She knew, though, before the small girl laughed. The boastful yet righteous arrogance of someone who believed truly and wholly in her cause—it could be no one else.

“I feel your defeat. You’ve answered your own question.”

Kari’s throat was dry. “Ri…Riniko. What are you doing here? Why—”

“Since you’ve yet to heed our warning, I’m here to play a little game.”

“Kari!” Ari called.

Riniko’s small hands tightened. “Tell him to leave. We’re busy.”

She hesitated. Ari yelled for her again, and now she envisioned him pushing through the crowds, looking for where she’d gone.

“It’s fine,” she yelled back. “I…I’m helping someone. I’ll catch up!”

Riniko’s grip didn’t loosen. “Your boy is insistent.”

Kari turned her head with some difficulty, given Riniko’s grip. The little witch traded, wrapping her arms around Kari’s neck with a giggle that cracked against her eardrums.

Visible between passersby, Ari made his way to them. His brows raised at the sight of the girl around her neck.

“Who is…”

Kari smiled, big and wide, and prayed he didn’t notice her trembling lips. “She’s lost. I’m part of the Council, so she came to me. Go back to Rathik and Essie, I’ll catch up.”

Ari saw something in her face; his eyes constricted, his jaw pulsing, uncertain of what to do. Please walk away, Ari. It’ll be okay this time. I promise.

When she did not say anything more, he relented. “Alright. Meet us over there, okay?”

Kari nodded, jostling Riniko. Ari glanced between them, then jogged off.

Riniko giggled again, quieter this time. “Good.”

Kari grabbed her around the waist and yanked her off. There was something insanely surreal about holding a small child in her hands, a child whose eyes burned with unmatched cruelty and fire.

“What do you want?” she snarled.

Riniko wrapped too-small fingers around Kari’s wrists and met her eye with a cool, even gaze.

“You know what we want. I’m only here to set the fire of action a little higher for you.” Her palms, pressed against Kari’s skin, warmed. Kari’s eyes widened, and she struggled with the instinct to fling the small child away.

“We do not want to burn this entire village to the ground. Despite the way these villagers associate with demons, they are still good, innocent people. The demons can be excused as long as they remain thusly. But you cannot. You must come and face your fate.”

Her arms were burning; Kari bit back a scream. “I keep telling you, I don’t want to hurt anyone! Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“Tell that to those poor people in the east. They probably thought you didn’t want to kill them. But now they’re very, very dead.”

Kari staggered back. There were fewer villagers out now, less to see this odd pair, but Kari dreaded what Riniko would do if even one was drawn to them. She inched away from the square, edging toward an alley between two buildings.

“Isn’t it enough that I died once? What more can you want?”

Riniko laughed. “Oh, yes, but Zina got cold feet. Superstition, I guess. She couldn’t let it die with you. No, she believed it would go on, despite having no body. So here you are, her little pet wolf demon, but she won’t be here to save you a second time.”

Cold feet? Let it die with her?

The burning on her arms increased, snapping her attention back to Riniko’s young-girl face. “I’ll come to you,” Kari croaked. “Does that make you happy? I’ll leave and find you.”

Riniko’s eyes lit up, though she did not remove her hands. The heat continued to rise until Kari thought she could smell her flesh cooking.

“Oh, do you promise?” Riniko asked, her voice girlish, sickeningly sweet. “Pretty please?”

“Please stop,” Kari whispered between her teeth.

Little hands lifted, releasing her from the agony of fire. Kari trembled, then froze as those hands touched her cheeks.

“It was easy to infiltrate this place, Kari. It would be even easier, now, to set it all ablaze. You remember my previous work.”

Kari’s hands around Riniko’s waist shook with the effort to not squeeze her into pieces. “You’re the monster, witch,” she snarled.

“It takes a monster to slay one,” Riniko responded. “Remember that if you decide to hesitate any longer. I’m tired of waiting for this final show. My sisters have both seen that I was right and now it’s time to end this.” Riniko raised her hands. “Put me down.”

Shaking profusely, Kari set Riniko on the ground, where the little witch-girl brushed off her plain, brown dress. She fluffed her hair, then raised a finger to her lips.

“Remember your promise,” she said, then spun and skipped away into the darkness.

About the Author:

Valerie Storm was raised in Tucson, Arizona. Growing up, she fell in love with everything fantasy. When she wasn’t playing video games, she was writing. By age ten, she began to write her own stories as a way to escape reality. When these stories became a full-length series, she considered the path to sharing with other children & children-at/heart looking for a place to call home.

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