#ares' thought cavern

[forever-ares]

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[sirdindjarin]

Sierra Six x Analyst!Reader

In response to an Anon ask, I give you this little one-shot. 🥰

Summary: As a CIA analyst, you've been assigned to help Sierra Six twice. This second time proves a little smutty for you.

Random Notes: Long-haired female reader, usage of words I feel weird writing, Six slighty OOC (hard to write that man as a lover sometimes) but I based him on how he is in Ballistic (Book 3).

TAGS: Smut, explicit sexual content, porn no plot, fluff(y), Six's uncontrollable angst, unprotected sex, bathroom sex, fluff, happy ending, ambiguous ending.

WORD COUNT: 5.3k

ANON ASK

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Six sits on a stone bench inside a cacophonous mall. His target is a mid-level trafficker: forties, American, good-looking. The kind of man who could successfully sell anything. The criminal sits at a table across the cavernous room, waiting for a buyer who will never show. 

In D.C. for an op, Six is pleasantly surprised to hear a long-awaited voice over his comms.

"Good afternoon, oh-Six. It's very nice to see you again." He can hear your big smile. 

"Considering I can't see you, I'll settle for saying that it's nice to hear you," though he wants to, Six doesn't smile for operational security.

He gets back to business, "I have eyes." 

"I’m sure you've done your homework, Six, but I still have to tell you that there's an alley twenty meters behind the service doors, and Tally One will be using it to exit."

Six doesn't respond. He did do his homework. This was a run-of-the-mill mission. This man would be dead in that alley within ten minutes, and the world would be better off because of it. Six needed to exert no brain power over it. His thoughts instead drifted to taking advantage of being on the same continent as you. 

Six months ago, he'd been in Peru for a week on an assignment. You'd been his analyst. However, your involvement had been remote - providing Six with data via phone calls. The sweetness in your voice couldn't be mistaken for anything other than a good soul. He'd enjoyed the warmhearted, personal way you'd spoken to him. He'd seen your file in the mission documents and noted your staff photo. Six was surprised to find himself looking forward to your phone calls. He'd thought about you often since Peru, hoping you’d be assigned together again. 

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Ten minutes later, Six stands above the body of the trafficker. It was as cut and dry as he had planned, and the man never even saw it coming. Six wipes the knife and tosses it next to the body. Typically, other members of the CIA would come clean house, but they were content to leave this guy for the locals.

You pop your head from around the corner of the alley, your hair swinging out like a pendulum. Six notices the movement and his head snaps up to address the threat, but a jolt shoots through him at the sight of you. Bizarrely, he wants to shield you from the sight of the body, so he steps in front of it. 

You round the corner and smile gratefully at his chivalrous gesture. 

"It is so strange. I’ve been involved in the deaths of targets, but seeing their bodies in person is something else.” You're contemplative, staring at the man’s motionless form.

He doesn't reply, too distracted by you being physically present. You had been in a CIA polo and your hair had been pulled back in your employee photo, but now that you were blending in in civilian clothes, he could finally, properly see you. His heart beats faster.

You hold out your hand, wanting to introduce yourself officially. 

"This is my first time out in the field. I’m glad they set me up with a legend like you, Six." You beam at him, then your tone softens, “I enjoyed talking to you last time.”  

"Being a legend isn’t very fun, let me assure you."

He takes your hand. You can't help another grin. His hand is much larger than yours, and he holds onto it a second longer than he should. 

He continues inelegantly, “I’m also glad it’s you here today.”

"Our ride is in five blocks. Are you okay to go?" You ask in case he had been injured. 

The genuine concern on your face makes him want to smile. No one ever cared unless he was visibly bleeding. 

He motions for you to lead the way, and it's one of the least altruistic acts he's ever committed. Six shamelessly let his eyes rove. The knee-length sundress you have on hugs your waist perfectly, your hair swings as you stroll, and when you turn to look back at him, Six feels his heartbeat speed up again. His characteristic near-smile appears on his face, which causes butterflies to take flight in you. 

He’s so intimidating, you think. What is he smiling at? 

Two blocks after leaving the alleyway, you spot a group of cops standing around eating lunch. Six eyes them as they lean down to listen to their radios, and he knows the body’s been found. They collectively trash their food and begin to jog in your direction.

Thinking quickly, you grab Six’s hand and turn into him, placing your other hand on his chest. He instinctively puts his arm around your waist, and you tilt your head up, pretending to be deep in loving conversation. 

The cops run by you both without a second glance. You take a steadying breath, peeking around Six to make sure they’re gone. Once certain, you look back up at him. His arms haven’t released you, and his face looks like you’ve struck him. 

Six knows what you’ve done was purely tactical, but he feels like he’s just short-circuited. All thoughts of avoiding detection have left his mind, replaced by the feeling of you. He could smell the buttercream scent of your nude lipstick. He could feel your chest rising and falling against his own. 

“We’re clear,” you whisper. 

He nods and lets go of you unwillingly. 

You notice his hesitation and your body tightens at the thrill. Sierra Six does not think of me that way. Be professional, you tell yourself. 

Wandering through downtown D.C., you navigate the busy streets until the two of you reach a black SUV. Six gallantly opens the front passenger door for you, which he’s satisfied to see makes you blush. Six gets in the driver’s seat and pulls away from the curb. He’s navigating as deftly as he can, but this city is one of the busiest in the world, and Six is well-known for his poor driving skills. The CIA’s best asset is no match for metropolitan traffic. You decide to pass the time.

“Have you been enjoying being back in the States?” You ask timidly. 

You’re fiddling with the hem of your dress, which does not escape Six’s notice.

“I am now,” he says. 

What does that mean? “I hope you’re able to see family, or friends, or whoever while you’re back. I’m sure it’s difficult being away all the time.” 

He doesn’t answer, which makes you nervous that you’ve touched a raw subject. You can’t know that he’s trying to work up the courage to let you in. To connect with you.

“I’m sorry,” you almost whisper, “I don’t mean to be too forward.” 

Your hands twist in your lap. Six’s close proximity is making your heart thump wildly, and you feel self-conscious.

Six is fascinated by your incongruous personality. You are sweet and kind. How did you wind up in such a cutthroat, gritty workplace? So, he asks. In Six’s straightforward way.

“How do you work for the CIA?” 

“Oh, I have a few degrees in communications, languages, and finance.” 

He raises his eyebrows at you, so you add, “I couldn’t decide what I wanted to study, so I tried them all. And then my aunt - she works in Operations - said I should try for a position as an analyst.”

Six laughs, “I never finished high school.” 

Because you hear the bitterness masked in his words, you kindly lay a hand on his arm. You feel the hard muscles tense beneath your touch, which was the opposite of your intention, but you aren’t aware of how touch-starved he is. His knuckles tighten on the steering wheel. 

“I know enough about the Sierra program to know why you didn’t. I don’t know what happened, but I’m sure the justice system failed you given your age.”

The vehicle lurches to a stop at another red light. Six looks over at you, amazed at your desire to soothe him. No one had ever tried to cheer him up over his own crime - except maybe Fitzroy. His jaw is clenched as he sorts out his thoughts. Six does not want to drop you off at the Langley headquarters right now, so he finally emboldens himself.

“Have you eaten?” His face is unreadable. He grimaces internally, wishing he could’ve worded that more clearly.

Not getting the hint, and hoping your admission about his past didn’t offend him, your words stumble over each other, “Oh, uh, no. I haven’t. But, if you don’t mind - I hate to even tell you this - but analysts don’t get paid all that much, so I never eat out,” you explain. “My sandwich is back at the office.” 

The light changes, and he’s forced to turn away, but he tries to clarify, “I’m- asking you out for dinner.” 

Oh.

“You- what?” 

Your heart feels like it’s going to pound through your chest. The blood rushes in your ears. No one had asked you on a date since you’d started at the agency, and the first person to do so was Sierra Six? 

He tosses you a minuscule smile before returning his eyes to the road. Six should’ve known your diffident nature wouldn’t allow you to flirt, but he wasn’t any good at it, either. He chuckles under his breath at the comedy routine this was becoming.

A small, disbelieving giggle leaves your lips. “Okay, yeah! I’d love to, Six.” 

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You’re seated at a nice restaurant. Nice enough that they had a coat check, and the bathrooms had antechambers with chaise lounges. Six wasn’t trying to impress you; he just liked the steak here. It never crossed his mind that you might think he was trying to show off his means. Despite his humble beginnings, Six hadn’t thought about money in nearly thirty years - thanks to prison and the CIA. 

“This place is so fancy,” you laugh. “Am I going to get kicked out for my dress?” It has spaghetti straps, and you’re worried.

“Do they do that?” Six had no idea if this restaurant had a dress code. He was always in a suit, anyway. Six frowns at his own lack of knowledge and chides himself for getting lazy in the U.S. His words don't assuage your worry, but you figure they probably wouldn’t have let you in to begin with. 

“I don’t see how anyone could have a problem with it.” He reasons, “I like it. It's very s-” He cuts himself off at the way you're squirming.

 “Thank you,” you feel hot again. You shyly duck your head.

You are nervous. Six didn’t need his extensive training in body language to tell him that. Six wonders if a non-physical compliment might make you feel more at ease.

“You were kind to me in Peru. That’s uncommon in this business.” 

You meet his attentive gaze, shake your head at his words, and sigh, “That makes me sad. I guess when you see the worst of humanity day after day, it does one of two things to people. It hardens or softens them.” 

“What do you think it does to me?” He asks.

You hesitate, wondering if you should be honest. “I think you’re one of the rare exceptions where it does both.”

Six sits back in his chair. “Soft is a dirty word in my line of work.”

You smile, your confidence growing. You shift forward onto your elbows, “That’s the beauty of you. You’re the only operative I’ve ever heard of who is so -” You remember you’re in public, “So good at your job but selective about your targets. You’re like Batman.” You raise an eyebrow in mock conspiracy.

Six laughs, loudly, which surprises both of you. “Batman? Jesus, that’s a first.”

“You’re better, actually,” you continue. “The things you do can be terrible - certainly the ones you go after think so,” you laugh awkwardly. “But the reality is that those terrible things do more harm to you. And you do them anyway because it’s what’s necessary. You’re a good man. You put everyone else above you.” 

It’s the most passionately he’s heard you speak, and he forces down the lump in his throat. Six did not agree with you. He was inside his own head, and he knew exactly how little the acts he committed affected him. He didn’t understand that that was exactly what you meant. That the coldness in which he insulated himself also froze him out from the warmth.

“There are things the CIA does not know about me,” he says carefully. He clasps his hands on the table. “And you would not think they were good.” 

“You’re human, Six.” You soothe, placing one hand over his. “You aren’t perfect, and you shouldn’t hold yourself to a standard that no one else does.” 

Six falls into your eyes for a moment, stunned by the grace and sincerity. His eyes start to tour around your face, appreciating your features, before stumbling over your parted lips. His own part involuntarily, and you feel a twist of tension in your gut. 

His eyes don’t leave their target as he asks, “You really think I’m a good man?” 

“I mean - I don’t know you personally, I guess, but… yes. Given what I do know and how I feel about you having met you.” You blush at your choice of words, but it was honest. 

“Would a good man want to do the things I want to do to you?” It’s said in a thick voice. 

He feels guilty for his lustful thoughts, but they just won’t stop. He's drawn to your goodness like a moth to a flame.

Your mouth goes dry, and you answer in a whisper, “I - I don’t know.” 

He smirks in a self-deprecating manner. His eyes flick back up to yours. “I think the answer’s ‘no.’” 

“Six -” you start, but the waiter comes by to bring your food. 

You’re no longer hungry given the look in the eyes of the man across from you. All you want to do now is take him back to your apartment and show him what you really think of him.

You thank the waiter - twice while he refills your water - and he leaves the two of you alone again. You’re speechless now, feeling awkward, wondering how to suggest it.

Six feels more awkward. He was trying not to scare you away, but instead, all he seems to do was put his foot in his mouth. He decides to change the subject abruptly.

“Do you have family?” 

“Oh, uh, yes.” You’ve got whiplash from the differences in subject matter, but you tell him about your family. You mention that you’re alone in D.C. “It gets lonely on the holidays. I try to bring in some cheerfulness to the office since there are others like me, but I feel like I don’t really make a dent.” You admit.

“I’m sure you do. I already told you that you made a dent for me six months ago.” Six tries to argue. He finds it hard to believe that you couldn’t lift anyone’s mood, but he also knows the kind of assholes that work at the CIA.

You don’t make eye contact, still feeling unsteady and surprised at the turn your day has taken. Six can read your body language, but his translation is off. He believes he’s offended you, and he’s already trying to manage his anger at himself. Six had waited half of a year to be assigned together again, and now he was blowing it because he had the social graces of a monkey. 

“Excuse me. I’ll be right back,” he pushes back from his chair and buttons his jacket. 

You notice the look on his face as he gets up and turns away. While your training isn’t as thorough as his, your translation is spot on. You watch as he opens the men’s room door and vanishes.

You make a split-second decision. 

Standing, you walk the fifty paces toward the bathroom doors. They’re rather far from the tables, you note happily. You swivel your head from side to side trying to see if anyone is watching as you pull open the men’s room instead of the women’s.

Inside, the antechamber is a deep red with artwork adorning every inch of space on the walls. You turn and see that the door locks with a deadbolt, so you throw it in place. Classical music is piped in, and a violin cries as you turn the corner to see Six standing at the sink, adjusting his jacket sleeves. 

Six is visibly shocked to see you. He whirls around, pulls his gun, and races over to you. 

“What’s wrong?” He’s immediately on alert.

You smile but it falters, your bravado beginning to disappear now that you’re face-to-face with him and he misunderstood your entrance. 

No turning back now, you decide.

You grab his jacket’s lapel and pull him down into a kiss. His face remains impassive for several seconds as he tries to wrap his mind around what’s taking place. You part your lips, kissing him a second time, then a third time, before he finally starts to relax his own lips. 

Once he reciprocates, you grab his biceps, pushing him backward in the direction you hope the furniture is. He lets you push him, which oddly makes the tension in your stomach coil faster. Six’s knees fold partially when they connect with the edge of the chaise; he sits down, grabbing your thighs in the process. His gun is discarded beside him. 

Your hands frantically unbutton his jacket. He shrugs out of it. His white t-shirt leaves his scarred, tattooed arms bare to you. You rake your nails tenderly down his skin and he shudders. His lips move with yours. His tongue enters your mouth just enough to drive you wild. You lecherously note when his dick twitches underneath you.

Six’s hands come up to cradle your face, wanting to be delicate at first, but he’s ashamed to have initially thought this was a ruse. It makes him overcompensate. His hands drop to skate up your dress, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, your ass. He pulls your body down against him roughly. Six smirks at the desperate noise you make. He wants to hear everything he can make you say. 

You’re wearing the worst possible underwear, of course, as there was no thought in your mind that this would be happening. They’re old, thin cotton with holes in them. They were comfortable, but they were ugly. 

Feeling frumpy, you pull out of the kiss to breathlessly tell him, “Wish I’d worn something nicer,”

You feel a jerk and hear a ripping sound as Six hooks his fingers in the elastic waistband and pulls them apart easily, his arms flexing underneath your hands.

He leans forward to taste your lips again, and mumbles, “Now I don’t have to replace them.” 

Your fingers move to unzip his pants, and he groans when they graze his swelling bulge. You slide his pants down to his knees - you don’t need them all the way off, you just need him - before settling onto your knees. Your hips buck of their own volition, all-but riding his naked thigh. He clamps a hand over your mouth to muffle the cry you let out at the relief. 

“Fuck,” he laughs softly, entranced by the blissful satisfaction on your face. 

His laugh makes his cock jump, which reminds you of something you’d thought of often when regarding Six. 

You stand, then drop to the tile floor on your knees. You quickly twist your hair into a bun, using your scrunchie to keep it out of your way. You trail your fingers down his muscular thighs, pulling his boxers down now as well. You pull his pants further (now you really do need them gone). You look up at him, wondering if this is okay.

Six is not breathing. His blonde hair is mussed from your hands. His white t-shirt is his only article of clothing. He’s looking down at the sight before him like it’s a cosmic event. His heart pounding, Six watches as your lips, the very same lips he felt depraved over earlier, wrap around his aching cock. He groans as your cheeks hollow and you start an agonizingly slow drag. His eyes close in bliss but he forces them back open. He does not want to miss a moment of this. 

You cup one hand underneath his testicles as your other hand strokes along his velvety shaft, working in tandem with your mouth. Your tongue teases along a vein and Six’s hips jerk slightly. You hum, gratified. You wiggle around, your heels pressing into your clit to relieve yourself somewhat. 

You relax your muscles, taking him until his tip hits the back of your throat and you gag quietly. Tears spring to your eyes as you make eye contact with him, and he almost cums right there. 

“Fuck,” he says again, a strained whisper this time. He grasps your chin and eases himself from your mouth, explaining, “You come first.”

The back of your hand comes up to wipe your mouth, before you’re straddling his lap once more. His lips and teeth and tongue work at your neck, your chest, while his hands push down the straps of your dress to give him more access. 

You can feel him, heavy and straining beneath you, and you can’t stop yourself from sliding your hands along his shaft. You tease the head of his cock against your folds, causing both of you to groan. 

Suddenly, you’re on your back. The chaise scrapes the floor in protest. You almost lose your breath with the speed he’d tucked you underneath him. But you’re not complaining. He sheds his shirt, and now Six is completely nude. 

He’s so beautiful. You feel so pleasantly small underneath him and his intensely warm gaze. Six is making you feel protected and admired. It’s an overwhelming feeling. Your fingers press against the pinup tattoo on his left pectoral as if to feel the ink impression. 

I’m still dressed, it flashes in your mind. As you complete that thought, however, he rucks up your skirt and pulls the bodice down, leaving you exposed to him.

Six wastes no time palming your breasts, unabashedly enjoying them. He shifts closer to kiss you, while the movement edges his cock along your entrance. 

Six barely leaves your lips, you can still feel his breath, but he locks eyes with you as he tilts his hips and pushes the tip of his heated cock inside you. 

Your gasp breaks into a moan, your eyes wide. You grasp at his neck with one hand while the other flutters to his hip. 

Six throbs at your reaction. He leans back more, settling his hands on your breasts again, and uses the motion to push himself deeper. You keen at the fullness and watch as his eyes close with a groan. They fly open, black in lust, when he bottoms out. You shiver in your own desire, and he bends down over you, thinking you’re cold. He pushes a lock of hair behind your ear, and you wonder how in the world he could think he’s a bad man.

His hand grabs your left hip, holding you still, while the other hand covers your mouth. His thumb caresses your chin. Six drags his cock along your walls, reveling in the hot grip around him. He pulls out completely before easing back in, just as slow. Six is absorbing every little expression, every ridge inside you, every little sound you make. 

Your chest lifts, wanting to be as close to him as possible. He’s almost fully seated inside you again when he suddenly thrusts hard, letting out a grunt as he does so. A small scream is muffled by his hand. He does it again, and it sends a shockwave up your body. He continues, rocking his hips into you faster, hitting some spot inside you that’s beginning to make you feel lightheaded. You’re making sounds without a care, knowing he’s got you there, too. 

He withdraws from you with a strangled sound and rolls you onto your stomach. He pulls your hips toward him, raising you onto your hands and knees. You giggle, arching your back for him. A deep groan rolls in Six's chest at the sight of you so willing and pliant for him. 

You feel his hands grip your hips, his fingers curling into your thighs, as he slowly re-enters your body. The invasion feels even better this time. He pushes himself inside again, his body rigid at first, savoring the way your walls let him in. His balls swing against your clit sinfully. You feel like you're being split in two, and you bite your forearm to soften your cry. Six does no such thing. His broken moan is not loud, but it reverberates in the room, setting fire to your body.

Six rolls his hips dramatically, wanting you to feel every inch of him. He sluggishly builds his speed, mesmerized by the way your body moves with his. You throw an arm out in front of you, bracing against the arm of the lounge. Six reaches forward to masturbate you, and you press your face into the cushion to whine, your face rubbing on the fabric with his rhythm.

Six leans over you, his thrusts never stopping, and carefully rips the scrunchie from its place. He grasps your hair again, wrapping it around his fist, and gently pulls you back until your head is on his shoulder. You can feel him grunting and panting on your damp skin. 

Your hands reach behind you for some purchase and you find it in his hair. His fingers continue to work your nerves perfectly. You feel the cliff approaching, and you open your mouth to tell him, but he hits a particularly sensitive spot and you splinter. Sheer, white-hot pleasure rips through you. Your toes curl viciously. Your knees buckle and Six falls with you. You clamp one hand over your own mouth to dampen the torrent of cries. Your walls clench around Six as he continues to plunge himself into you, though faltering slightly. He’s breathing heavily in your ear, and you finally recognize that he’s murmuring. 

“So good. Fuck, you’re so good.” 

It’s as if he’s not even talking to you; Six is just telling the universe. You’re pretty sure he’s not aware he’s voicing his thoughts. You tilt your head back in search of his praising mouth, and he understands, surging forward to kiss you from behind. He drops your hair, letting it fan out along your back. 

His movements begin to stutter and his hands massage your breasts. Into your shoulder, he grunts with each laborious thrust. You feel lightheaded with bliss. You look back at him again and he notices the mascara running from your lust filled eyes. Six could not be more aroused than this and it finally breaks him. He groans as he buries himself inside your tight heat, coming hard in a burst of final thrusts.

You both sit in this position for several moments, trying to catch your breath and hoping you've not been heard. He kisses your temple as he carefully leaves your body. You miss him already.

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Six was gone. It had been nearly two months since your tryst in the fancy bathroom. Immediately after dressing that day, he had been called and sent off to some far reach of the world, and you'd heard nothing from him.

It was terrible. You had no closure, no explanation on what that was or if it meant anything. You went about your job as usual. Despite working for the self-proclaimed intelligence agency, you learned nothing of Six. You knew he was okay - he was too strong, too lucky for anything serious to have happened. No, what you worried about was whether or not you'd ever see him again. And why the thought of never seeing him again made your heart break. You eventually pushed every thought of Six away, trying to block out the memory of him. 

One quiet evening, you sit munching on crackers at your desk. Only one track of fluorescent lighting illuminates your office, and the other desks are empty. Everyone else has gone home, but you sit hoping for some news of Six. Normally, you don’t sit here after hours, but it's Friday - the only day you allow yourself to think about him - and you'll have to spend the whole weekend in the metaphorical dark. 

He's the Gray Man, you dumbass. You need to get over him. You feel like crying over your inability to let go of Sierra Six, but crying makes you feel worse, so only a few tears make it down your cheeks. 

You gather your things and sling your bag over your shoulder. Stepping out into the brightly-lit hallway, you see a figure walking toward you from the far end. 

You swipe at your tears, but you're sure the person saw your motion which was just as obvious. Your eyes are blurred, but you realize it's a tall, blonde man in a gray suit. His steps are quick, determined.

Your stomach seizes up in nervousness. Is it him? Surely not, there's no reason for him to be here now. 

But as you blink away the blurriness, you recognize the strikingly blue eyes, the reserved smile. You lift a hand up in a timid wave, unsure how this is going to go. 

You're not left waiting long as he closes the distance within seconds. He doesn't exactly feel comfortable making the first move, but he knows from your body language that you're taking his lead. So, as he reaches you, his hand comes up to cup your damp cheek. 

"Hi." Your voice breaks on the short word. Was the gentle touch him trying to get back in your pants? Or did it mean something more? 

"You were crying?" His eyebrows furrow.

"I- It was a rough day." You answer lamely. Then you ask curiously, "What are you doing here?"

"Is it not obvious?" Six drops his hand, confused. He thought he had a flashing neon light above him: Six is In Love. 

"Everyone's gone home." You tell him, meaning the upper echelon who ran the Sierra program. 

"I don't care about them. I'm- I'm here to see you." Six says it cautiously, now concerned about what you'll say. 

Your voice is little more than a squeak, "For some company?" 

Six's eyebrows furrow again, deeper this time. He frowns.  "Not that kind. You think higher of me than that, don't you?"

"I did. I do. But I haven't heard from you in two months, Six. I'm not sure what happened that day. I don't know what you want and I can't stop wondering what you want." Tears well in your eyes again.

Relieved now, Six's laugh is more of a sigh. He cradles your face in his rough hands. 

His blue eyes burn into yours as he spells it out, "I want you. You and your soft kindness. I spent two months away because I had to. But I also had to come back." It's clear he means for you. "As for what happened, well… you came on to me in that bathroom." He smirks.

You smile up at him, joy sparking in your heart, your hands holding onto his arms. You had tried to forget Six, but he's the kind of man you can't forget - despite his Gray Man reputation.

"You're glowing," Six says reverently.

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Lost and Found (Super)Stars

PT. 4 (index/parts) (Tag: desktop/mobile)

FNAF Security Breach Ruin, post-"betrayal" elevator ending hurt/comfort, Found Family, something I like to call "Hopeful Horror"

Summary: Having had her kindness stomped on then spat back at her, betrayed by who she thought was her friend, and now stuck at the ruined remains of Freddy Fazbear's Mega PizzaPlex, Cassie tries to find the slightest bit of meaning and worth in all of this.

Most of the way back through the cavernous path was silent. Cassie didn't want to linger long enough to wonder how deep underground they were, for there to be things like actual glowing mushrooms, it's just unnerving to think about; and Roxy was anxious to return back to their PizzaPlex place (as ruined as it is now,) feeling as if the cave-like area was going to collapse on them any moment; And they're out of the V.A.N.N.I network coverage zone, meaning Helpi and M.X.E.S as well as the AR world are unavailable until they make it back into the coverage zone.

Yeah, nobody wanted to stick down there longer than necessary.

Seeing the elevator that would take them back up to the PizzaPlex should've been at least mildly relieving, but Cassie felt her chest tighten with dread, especially when thinking on what happened with her on the other elevator. It's almost ironic, how she bickered with Helpi in refusal to use more vents, only to change her mind when he suggested an elevator shaft. Right now, she'd rather take the most decrepit vent filled with the most hostile robot than an elevator. But alas, that was the only way up, so there wasn't really much of a choice. Cassie entered it with Roxy, hoping with all her soul that nothing bad would happen to either of them in there.

The ride up was also silent, but Roxy was very attentive; Every now and then, either one or both her ears would twitch, hearing Cassie's slightly shaky breath, or her soles antsy shifting her weight from one to another, besides the off-sync, lower-pitched elevator music (it sounded so wrong...) She would've asked Cassie if she was okay, if only to cut through the silent elevator ride, but honestly? That's such a dumb question.

Of course Cassie is NOT okay! She's been evading death all night, for someone else, who wasn't even there... and chose not to be there for her when he could be. And she nearly did die down there! Cassie's probably not even fully processed everything.

Roxy keeps herself from growling, if only for the girl's sake as to not concern her. She does, however, gently reach her claws to take hold of the child's much smaller hand into them, a small but nice bit of reassurance, while also respecting possible boundaries of a kid who might be in need of a little space right now. She felt a little, nice flutter in her wirings upon sensing the small hand return the hold, with little to no hesitation.

Her ruined and sharp looks really meant nothing different for Cassie. She was the same beautiful winner she's always been. If Roxy had tear ducts, she'd cry to herself right now.

Fortunately, the elevator ride is not eternal (even if it may have felt like so,) and both are let out back into the more constructed environment. Technically still under Roxy Party Garage, so they make way again. The way up is quite dark, Cassie felt the need to hold Roxy's hand in more of a guiding manner as their feet met the metallic grid surface of the stairs. "Watch your step." She softly instructs the eyeless wolf-- heck, she had to watch her own step, even with the flashlight in her other hand. And Roxy followed suit diligently.

Soon they make it to the end of the staircase and through the door that led them straight to where Cassie had... deactivated Roxy. She pointedly looked away from the spot, the shame that washed over her made her feel almost sick in the stomach. Roxy avoided looking too, it just made her feel sad, for the both of them; while missing her eyes, her hearing was so acute and precise, it was almost as if she was 'seeing' with her ears instead, along a sense of location. At least Helpi and M.X.E.S were back, now that they were within the network coverage zone again.

"Helpi, what's the nearest parent node again?" Cassie asks, feeling as if the little bear was clung to her shoulder over her backpack like a koala, the sensation similar to when she felt M.X.E.S touching her mask. Of course she knows the nodes, she unwisely deactivated them (regrettably,) but there were instances she wasn't sure in which order she did; Even in ruins, the PizzaPlex was huge!

"From our current location, backtracking will lead you into Fazerblast!" Helpi reminded.

Cassie felt her chest constrict; the first thing that came to her mind upon hearing Helpi's answer was the horror of the heavy steps of an once lovable bear beating into her ears as it bolted for her the last time she was there, always on her heels and one second of hesitation away from being grabbed.

"Do not fret!" Helpi is quick to reassure. "Since you're no longer going against the security protocols but rather in their favor, it's unlikely that any distress signals will be emitted to point you as a threat."

Wait, Helpi had a point; the animatronics were going after her because M.X.E.S was calling them over to her in order to protect the security nodes. But now the security bunny had no reason to do that. Sliding her mask back over her face, Cassie looks over to M.X.E.S as if looking for some kind of confirmation to what Helpi said. It refuses to look directly at her, but with an eventual glance her way, it nods its head lightly.

"But I don't recommend dropping your guard completely, either." Helpi quickly adds before Cassie could get 'too comfortable', his mouth a flat line. "If the animatronics see or hear you, they might still come at you independently!"

Oh. Yeah. That does sound rather risky. But so long Cassie hides herself and be quiet, she should be able to sneak past lingering threats. Being a child and small comes with a tiny little advantage point there.

But would that even matter for an animatronic with no eyes or ears but still patrolled? Was that headless Freddy pointedly after her with M.X.E.S' help? Or would it (he?) be clueless without it? Cassie can't imagine how he's functioning without a head. Or what it's like to function without a head. Is that even Freddy? Does it have any semblance or essence of him in there? Or was it all gone along with his head?

The small quartet squeeze through the cluttered Roxy Party Garage, though they do pause at several points to see if there was anything around them that could become useful ahead-- there's a lot of clutter, it's worth skimming over just to make sure. And if there was anything worth collecting, into Cassie's new backpack it'll go! Maybe a little screwdriver won't hurt!

Roxy weaved her feet over some old pieces of wood, likely from pallets. "... I remember something."

"What?" Cassie looked back from where she was pointing her flashlight at.

Roxy's ears stand upright. "People used to lose and forget those duffel bags in the PizzaPlex all the time. Rarely if ever the owners claimed them back, or claimed only what was inside."

Cassie blinks at the wolf, lightly tilting her head sideways. "You think there could still be any of them around here?"

"I certainly wouldn't be surprised." Roxy hums, holographic gaze landing on the Glamrock Freddy backpack; it's nice and convenient, but if they're going around nitpicking stuff on the way, it might become too small.

"Well, I don't see any around here right now." Cassie hums in response herself, pointing her flashlight over the more immediate area. "But if we find any somewhere ahead-"

"Then it's finders keepers, baby!" Roxy finishes the sentence in mild amusement, which Cassie reciprocates, a small upwards tug at the corners of her lips.

"Finders keepers."

They eventually come across a familiar vent and some blocked off pathways, and Cassie lifts her mask off her face, suddenly feeling rather claustrophobic at the thought of crawling in there again knowing now what's in there. And Roxy's too heavy to go in there with her and her weight might make the whole thing fall down.

And Roxy's aware of that. "I can take an alternative path and meet you on the other side, Cassie."

"Uh, are you sure I can't just go with you?" Cassie asks a little uneasily, remembering the creepy crawly that chased her in those. Roxy shakes her head.

"The vent is far safer for you to use."

"But-"

"Remember what I said, Cassie? You're stronger than you seem to believe yourself to be. We won't be apart for long, and I'll still be nearby so just hang in there, okay Champion?"

Cassie is a little taken aback by the new term of endearment; she felt her throat tighten but not in a necessarily bad way. It was just a bit too big of an emotion right now.

"Do not be afraid!" Cassie hears Helpi chiming in by her shoulder. "The Music Men shouldn't bother you this time, either! If they get in your way you can try... asking them to please move?" He suggests, though it's clear he doesn't sound very sure of his own advice. But definitely sure of his claim of them being harmless or at least neutral.

Cassie's eyes drift over to Roxy's endoskeleton eyesockets. "... you promise you will be there on the other side?"

Roxy shifts into a more confident stance. "Like 1st place at the finish line! I promise, Champion."

The girl eventually nods, and turns to face the vent, crouching down to enter; though she pauses to look back over her shoulder to see Roxy prying planks and slashing at a blocked off door, likely the alternative path she was going to take. Cassie kept her mask off her face (the vents feel even more claustrophobic with it on,) before she finally went on crawling in.

Okay, she knows this vent has nothing in it, but the next one...

The little girl however gets a small reprieve first upon crawling out the other side of the vent, in the form of a small room with colorful lockers, likely part of a hallway or utility room between attractions. There was a door, but it was jammed and barricaded shut. The other vent was right there, but it was rather up high on the wall. Cassie's brows furrow slightly.

"I need something to reach it..." She mutters out loud as her eyes evaluate the many lockers in the small room. One was more or less favorably placed, if she pushed it she could send it back against the wall. She begins trying to push at the locker to shove it back, but it was a tad too heavy for the child; she could feel it move slightly under her efforts though. She changes her strategy a little by first shoving into the locker as hard as she could, then while it's rocking a little at its base, she took a few steps back then ran towards it, ramming her shoulder into it with enough effort that the locker finally topples back with a small grunt leaving her, the locker's top hitting the wall right under the vent.

Cassie is left wincing, her shoulder now with a dull pain from hitting it into a hard surface, but now she could proceed! "Yes! I did it!" She just spends a few moments taking a couple breaths while rubbing at her eyes, then she climbs up the knocked locker until she reaches the vent finally, crawling once more.

Okay, so far so good... The vent is a smooth ride. She was very faintly starting to hear the Fazerblast music meaning she had crawled a good way in... Then it showed up.

Right as she was supposed to take the last turn, the creepy crawly Cassie dreaded meeting again dropped from above, blocking her path, its teeth clattering and its head and arms twitching. The girl stops in her tracks, forgetting how to breathe. While it doesn't break into a run towards her like it did their previous encounter, it stared at her unblinkingly. Cassie felt herself between a rock and a hard place, the only pathway she had was ahead, or retreat all the way back, which at this point was just a hassle.

"Don't be scared!" Helpi's voice pipes up, trying to calm her nerves. "Try going on anyways, it shouldn't be compelled to hurt you anymore."

Cassie hesitates; there's been times Helpi guaranteed she was safe only for circumstances to refute it, but that was when that thing down in the basement had a hold of him... Surely he wouldn't egg her into walking into danger with the promise of safety as himself... right? He did seem to feel bad he was tampered with, after all.

Swallowing dry, she makes a tentative crawl towards the miniature Music Man. "S... sorry. Can you... can you move, please? I- I need to pass." She follows Helpi's earlier suggestion, counting on nothing but luck for it to work. The small spider-like robot just continued staring at her for a hot minute, but to her pleasant surprise, it complies!

It skitters backwards towards a dead-end with a vent fan, unblocking the way for Cassie, who just then lets out the breath she was holding, relief draping over her like a thin but smooth blanket. "Uh, thank you."

Being tucked under a blanket with only a dozen pillows and plushies sounded just about great right now, actually...

"See? I told you so!" Helpi states proudly, as if he himself hadn't been somewhat uncertain of his own claim. "All you had to do was ask!"

"That you did." Cassie responds as she crawls past the small Music Man, then her brows furrow a little. "But... didn't you also say that I shouldn't let animatronics see or hear me?"

"Ah, well-" Helpi lets out a sound akin to a throat-clearing. "You see, it's a bit of a toss up."

"Oh no..."

"Hey, don't despair! If you prefer you can choose to err on the side of caution. Remember that you're not alone this time!"

Well, that was a bit of a nice reminder, though it doesn't really solve the fact that she was basically gambling with potentially still aggressive animatronics.

Cassie soon finds herself coming out of the vent, finally, and into a small backstage-like room for Fazerblast, cluttered and still with a few pieces of the former attraction. The only way through was the door that would take her straight into Fazerblast itself. She can't help but feel nervous, knowing what (who?) is lingering around there. Okay, okay, she just has to reach the parent node then its two child nodes without running into them. It's just two child nodes, she can do this! She already did once, only in reverse.

Swallowing thick, Cassie, grabbed the door handle and opened the door, letting herself into the ruined Fazerblast.

To Be Continued...

#fnaf sb ruin spoilers #fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf sb ruin #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddys #five nights at freddy's security breach #five nights at freddys security breach #five nights at freddy's security breach ruin #five nights at freddys security breach ruin #cassie #roxanne wolf #helpi #mxes #musicman #music man #mini musicman #mini music man #lost and found superstars #jellycream art #ohohohohoh.... cant wait to start working on the next part! (eyes emoji) #and yes. roxy's 'champion' to cassie is the equivalent of freddy's 'superstar' to gregory. eat it up yall~

[rosie-richmond]

Unused Content Restored to Fossil Fighters: Champions

Thought I'd share this here for those who haven't seen it.

For a few years now, most of FF:C's online functionality has been restored through Wimmfi. You can battle online and receive all of the Bonus Data. One part of this Bonus Data, however, was not officially released: A special dig site for Treasure Lake which could be accessed with the Fossil Cannon. This mysterious dig site contained fossils which were extremely rare otherwise.

By combing through the game's data, a few members of FFD found more special dig sites that were unavailable to the player: The first was in Dusty Dunes, located behind the pile of boulders towards the back. The second site was Seabed Cavern, an area which normally becomes inaccessible as the story progresses. Both of these sites contain rare or otherwise unobtainable fossils, so they're more than just fun extras.

Previously, players needed to use AR Codes to access these unused areas. But now they have been restored to regular use with Wimmfi! Just connect as you normally would, and you'll gain access to these new dig sites. This works on original hardware and emulators.

Major credit goes to the lovely folks of the r/fossilfighters Discord for finding these things, and to Wimmfi for incorporating it.

Here are some screenshots from the bonus areas (not mine).

#Fossil Fighters #Fossil Fighters Champions #Bonus Data

[overandunderland]

New Underland Biome

Gloomshroom Hollow

CW: Suicide Mention

Location: Deep within the Deadlands of the Underland, Gloomshroom Hollow marks a stark departure from its barren surroundings. This biome, eerie and silent, consists almost entirely of tall, lanky mushrooms, which evoke an unsettling atmosphere similar to the infamous Japanese "Suicide Forest."

Description:

Gloomshroom Hollow is dominated by towering fungi, known as Gloomshrooms, that stretch high into the cavern's darkened ceiling. These mushrooms are pale, almost translucent, and emit a faint, ghostly glow that does not illuminate so much as it highlights the deep shadows of the hollow. The ground is soft and covered with a thick layer of spores that muffle footsteps, enhancing the oppressive silence of the area.

Ecology:

The Gloomshrooms are unique in that they thrive in the low light and nutrient-poor soil of the Deadlands. They have a symbiotic relationship with a rare type of bioluminescent bacteria, which feeds on the mushrooms' waste products and in return illuminates the Gloomshrooms faintly from within. This light is not bright enough to guide one safely but rather seems to lead deeper into the maze of fungi, disorienting those who dare to enter.

Cultural Significance:

To the creatures of the Underland, Gloomshroom Hollow is a place of sorrow and final respite. It is said that those who are overwhelmed by despair are drawn to this place, as if called by the hollow itself. The spores of the mushrooms are hallucinogenic, causing haunting visions that often play on the fears and regrets of the individual. These visions become more intense and frequent the deeper one ventures into the hollow, leading many to lose their way both mentally and physically.

Mysterious Allure:

No one knows exactly why Gloomshroom Hollow compels some Underlanders to seek their end within its depths. Some believe it is the spores that manipulate emotions and thoughts, while others think the hollow is cursed or haunted by the spirits of those who have perished there. Researchers like Solon have proposed studying the spores' effects to develop treatments for those affected by their hallucinogenic properties, but the inherent dangers of the hollow make this a formidable challenge.

This biome not only adds a layer of dark beauty to the Underland but also deepens the world's lore by integrating a hauntingly mysterious place that can be pivotal to character development and plot progression.

Think the flowers from Curse of The Warmbloods, but instead of giggles, you get horrific auditory and visual hallucinations that play on your fears and regrets.

For example Luxa/Gregor could see Henry/Hamnet or Ares. Ripred could see his pups but obviously he'll lie and say he wasn't affected. Saying he's been here before to try to die but the forest wouldn't let him.

Working on new places and things to expand the world without going to out of plausibility. My only issue with this idea is trying to figure out a way to combat it. I'm thinking like the nice covid masks with the filter on them

But what do you guys think? Does this sound cool? 😅

#gregor the overlander #the underland chronicles #tuc #fanfic #ripred the rat #suzanne collins #the underland #underland chronicles #new biome #mushrooms #hallucinations #Gloomshroom

[peggy-sue-reads-a-book]

The Water Nymph

Pairing: Ares x Aphrodite

Rating: teen+

CW: boobies

Summary: A newborn goddess arrives on Olympus and immediately captures the attention of Ares, god of war.

The girl from the ocean was two hours old and never heard of war. There was a room full of strangers, and one of them taller than the rest. A mountain on his throne. She had never heard of gods. Only dusk skin, soft black hair waving over strong shoulders. And black eyes rounded in surprise, childlike in the lines of his face. She has never heard of war.

Yet jealousy for this man might stir her to anger, she thought. Her first thought. Ever.

The girl was wet with dew. No— seaspray. Another nereid, thought Ares grimly. A morsel for one of them. Damp clung to her as to a newborn colt. She nearly stumbled off her chariot. So out of place. She was knobby kneed, her face freckled as a goatherd. Her arms and legs were too long for her waist and her fox’s nose a little too prominent. Even her teeth had a funny gap. She was not like the gods.

There was a clammy quality to her skin. Ares’ scowl deepened as he considered she might be sick. Zeus would drag an unwell toddler into his hall merely because she took the shape of a woman. Then, she has never seen the sun, he realized. Foam sticks to her hair, her naked hips, her breasts, filling the room with the scent of brine. She hugs her own upper arms, hiding in her hair. It reaches her knees. Golden brown, straggling and mussed with salt.

They are watching her. Ares’ heart quickens and his brows draw together. Leering eyes. Poseidon. Father. Even Apollo. He is a bow, hard oak bending, straining with tension. A siren? No. She’s done nothing to invite them like this. Nothing but stand in a room.

Her eyes are on him alone. Huge and black. They age her. The dark rocks of the sea. Her gaze pulls him, a finger hooked around the lowest lyre-string. My eyes.

The eyes of a titan. The muscles of his body tense, begging him to rise. To throw his arms around her, hide her in the cavern of his shoulders, his chest, make her invisible. Whatever she is, she’s not simply another nymph. His eyes dart to his parents in sudden dismay. Hera appraising her with rapping fingernails. Cruelty was always reserved for anyone special.

And she was. The brine of her skin filled the room like an opiate. Postures relaxed. Grew sloppy. Drunk. Strange. Hermes quick, changeable features had gone blank, his mouth foolishly open.

Even Ares felt it, though he pulled against it. The scythe. He would slaughter Zeus. The sea god next. Jaws breaking against his fist. They should all be so many waves against stone. All this if only they would stop looking at her — her the girl in his arms, her breasts firm against him, his fingers digging into that wild, unwashed hair. The sea howls in his ears, demanding.

She was staring at him. Trembling slightly, the honey of the summer air somehow cold on her wet skin. Her eyes were impossibly dark, impossibly locked on his face. No chains could have held faster. She was iron. A sinking anchor.

The wind on her bare arms sent her whole form shivering. Tears stood in her eyes — she has never felt discomfort before. She hid her face, rubbing her eyes in wonder. The enchantment snapped. She was just a girl. With sand-burned feet and wobbling legs. He understands now. They could not hurt her so long as they were frozen in their places, hypnotized.

And she had looked at him with her eyes like shadowed pine.

He hears his own voice, rumbling of its own accord: “Stop this.” And in two strides he is out of his throne and tearing the cloak from his shoulders. He fits it around her. It is clumsy, bulky on the frail angles of her frame. She bunches it’s edges in her hands and pulls it around her.

The smile into his face is guileless and crooked. A toothy gamin’s smile that makes her face all the more delicate in contrast. Even her eyes soften to deep green. The spell of her gaze is over and now— the earnest wish to ruffle her hair. To lead her into the sun and make her well.

If only Hera’s smile were not on them, curling, cruel.

#greek mythology #aphrodite #ares #the greek gods #love at first sight #love and war

[annwayne]

So uh, I was wandering around tags an I found your post where you were talking about your wips, the ask the writer about them

And I’m curious about your OC x Riddick isekai Fic could I know about that?

!!! Oh hell yeah! I'm always up to talk about my wips lol. Any questions or details you'd like to know about are welcome!! (though there are things I won't give away hewhewhew)

Thanks for asking! This got uh, a little long, so I'm putting it under a cut lol.

Alright, so first thing I think I should lay out is that this isn't a totally traditional isekai fic (as far as I know them to be).

My oc, Ares Mayer, goes between her world (our world basically) when she's awake and Riddick's world when she's asleep. It all starts when she falls asleep in front of the tv, with netflix playing Pitch Black. Her dreams go on for as long as she, well, survives. Then she wakes up in the 'real world' and goes about whatever regular stuff she does. And by night time when she goes to bed the story picks up nearly right where it last ended.

At first it's a blast for Ares. A lucid dream where she's part of a movie she loves? Epic! But then, this is a horror situation. Doom is impending and for whatever reason, she can't change anything.

She didn't really notice it the first time. Once she realized where she was, Ares tried to pull that other crew member off his chair, to save him. But then she woke up. The blue light of the tv washed over her living room. Realizing what had happened, Ares turned the tv off and went to sleep in her bed. It took awhile to fall asleep though, thanks to the headache she had.

Next time she's in the dream much, much longer. Waking up to Carolyn yelling at everyone to leave as she gave her crewmate a merciful death. She met the other survivors, helped with finding supplies, even talked with Riddick at one point-the whole thing plays out just like in the movie. Nearly. There's more now, because she's there. When half the party leaves to try and find water, she sticks behind. Maybe the guy in the chair was impossible to help, he was yelling at her and wouldn't listen after all. If she just warned Zeke, then he'd be okay.

He wasn't okay.

She woke up.

Not so weird, you know, something scary happens in a dream and that wakes you up. That's normal. She goes about her day, headache growing.

Three dreams in a row. Two nights. One day.

This time Ares woke up on Carolyn's back, with everyone screaming, trying to pull them up out of the caverns. Ares freed the cord and they tumbled out of the dirt mounds into sunlight. How she survived is greatly debated, and the survivors start to suspect her of being dangerous due to the odd circumstances of her rescue. Not to mention, Ares was rather cryptic and frightening, talking in what sounded like riddles to everyone else.

Johns was ready to write her off as some sort of psycho, but Carolyn was slightly more generous. There was a way that Ares talked to Carolyn, like Ares could see all of her soul. A sympathy and sadness that carried in Ares eyes when she spoke to Carolyn.

Riddick already found Ares interesting, thanks to her shameless flirty introduction, but now she was a puzzle, something to solve and something that may benefit him. His conversations with Ares are the most confusing, because he didn't immediately write her off as crazy, so Ares opened up to him about what she thought could be happening quickly. Theories about dream-walking into different realities where fiction was real, ideas of temporal rifts and visions made into fictional media, even godly intervention to teach Ares some lesson was brought up once. That sounded like god to Riddick.

So it keeps happening. Wake up, pop an advil, go to work, live a life, and then fall asleep. Fail to prevent death after death after death. Fail to convince anyone to leave early. Fail to change the story. Ares is desperate and breaking. Watching these deaths with the barrier of a TV screen was different to watching them play out right before her, so vivid and clear with smells and touches she couldn't be dreaming-could she?

So, that's the premise. This might seem like I gave a lot away, but the fic I have planned will go all the way up to the 3rd movie, maybe even 4th if that comes out while I'm writing.

Unfortunately I have no potential release date to give you for a first chapter. I fandom-hop and write fics as they inspire me. This idea will never be abandoned, but it will likely take a few years to be posted anywhere. Again, thanks for your interest and ask <3 I actually got some writing for the story done because you got me thinking about much I love this story again!! Feeding your authors really does so much for us xD

#annwayne answers #riddick #riddick/oc #pitch black #if this idea inspires you feel free to take it for a spin! every premise has a twist when different people are tackling it :) #I know I got inspired by the many riddick/oc isekai fics on ao3 #isekai isn't my go to trope #but for this franchise it just works so well #The dramatic irony playing out is just so good too

[colormepurplex2]

Curse Of The Serpent | Bitter Lies & A Honeyed Truth

↳  Perseus!Namjoon x Medusa!Jimin ⤜ Strangers/Fated Lovers ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 5,934 ⚠️ Angst, confused feelings, self-discovery, kissing, body touching, mild hair tugging, tending to wounds, handjob

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“Not here,” Ares states firmly. “She’ll have felt the curse break and won’t hesitate long before coming to see what has become of her pet.”

“But, Ares—“ Namjoon tries to insist, but Ares just shakes his head and lunges forward to cuff his large hands around Namjoon and Jimin’s arms. It’s impossible to resist the strength of the war god as he hauls them bodily through the cavern.

The sea beyond the cave has quieted since Namjoon’s been inside. A garishly opulent bronze and leather chariot attached to a band of phantom war horses balances precariously on the cliff edge just outside the mouth of the cave. Namjoon and Jimin both voice sounds of protest as Ares shoves them ahead onto the flat of the chariot before he steps on, grabs up the corded rein, and lashes it in the air ahead of the vessel.

Immediately, the chariot rockets forward, the ghostly projections galloping on silent hooves right over the cliff edge and into the sky.

“Ares! Have you gone mad?” Namjoon yells above the whining din of the wind whipping past.

Ares throws his head back and laughs. “Mad for ever trusting that harlot is what I am, brother.”

Namjoon bites his tongue, though his thoughts float to the fact he knows his brother has dallied with his own love affairs over the years. He’s curious about what atrocity Aphrodite could have done this time to warrant such a reaction from Ares. The more pressing question right now is why any of this is happening and what it has to do with the man huddled in the corner of the chariot opposite Namjoon.

Olympus is just as splendid a sight as it is every time Namjoon is here. He wishes it were under better circumstances this time, however. Ares navigates the chariot to the foot of the stairs leading up to his temple.

“Can’t you just let me go?” Jimin’s voice is reed-thin and full of trepidation as he speaks, eyes constantly flicking around. He has the strip of lace from before clutched tightly in one hand. The other absently rubs at the serpent mark on his neck.

“Quiet,” Ares commands in a soft yet firm voice. “We must move quickly. I’ll explain everything as soon as we’re behind the wards in my temple.”

The dozen steps leading up to the towering archway entrance seem like hundreds as they make their way up. The inside of the temple is vast, with large supporting pillars dispersed throughout. At the far end is a marble throne, though not nearly as obnoxiously lush as the chariot. It’s quite the opposite, stark lines and plain, what one might assure is the proper appearance suiting to seat a god of war and destruction.

Ares bypasses the throne and makes for a small alcove in the recesses of the temple. The space opens up into a large chamber, lit brightly by overhead view lights. Once Jimin and Namjoon are within, Ares slams the wide gold doors shut and drops an iron locking rod across them.

“We’re here. Now start talking.” This isn’t the first time Namjoon has been inside Ares’ temple, but it is the first time he’s been inside this particular chamber. It reflects the opposite of the throne room, even more ostentatious than the chariot. There are silk and velvet-covered couches and loungers strewn around in a haphazard fashion. Lavish rugs cover the floor, and tapestries hang from every inch of wall space. A large bed, overflowing with plush cushions, sits off to one side. It’s an obscenely decorated bed-chamber, but Namjoon only gives it a cursory glance.

Jimin stands by the door, eyes locked onto the war god, waiting to see what he intends to say. He can’t help but dart fleeting glances at the warrior’s half-brother. The urge to go to Namjoon’s side, if only to feel protected, is barely stifled by his need to remain vigilant and wary. As Jimin knows all too well, gods are notorious for playing games.

Ares sighs, pulling off his helm and tossing it toward a pile of pillows. The metal headpiece bounces and rolls, the noise muffled by the thick rugs, until it stops under an errant couch.

“Would either of you like some wine?” Ares asks, moving over to a low wooden table and grabbing a green glass bottle filled with dark reddish-hued liquid. Namjoon and Jimin both shake their heads at his offer. “Very well, then. At least have a seat.” Ares gestures with his free hand toward a cluster of loungers.

Namjoon purses his lips but moves to a lounger upholstered in blue silk. He perches on the edge, elbows resting on his knees. He rolls his shoulders, pushing down the sliver of irritation at Ares not giving him time to grab the round mirrored shield before hauling him out of that cave. The bareness of his back makes him feel vulnerable and incomplete, a warrior without all of his elements. Thankfully, he had his sword in hand when Ares dragged him out and was able to sheath it before being tossed into the chariot. He adjusts the belt of his sword, letting the weapon’s length rest against the side of the lounger.

Jimin chooses to recline against the wall next to the door, crossing his arms over his chest and staying as far away from the others as he can, considering his circumstances. His clear blue eyes track Ares as he shuffles across the floor and plops down into a seat beside Namjoon.

The furniture groans as Ares stretches out and upends the bottle of wine, draining half in a few hearty gulps before setting it on the floor by his feet. “Should I begin, or will you?” Jimin finally asks after Ares remains silent for a few tense minutes.

Ares casts him a mildly withering glare before bringing his attention to Namjoon. “What Jimin said is right. The Gorgon curse was placed upon him by Aphrodite. The timeline is all the same. The events are mostly the same as well. The only deviation from the story you know from legend is how and why the curse was placed.” There is a moment of pause as he grabs the wine bottle and gulps another mouthful before he launches back into the story. “You know how jealous Aphrodite can be, especially in matters of vanity. She’s a gorgeous goddess and likes attention.” He lofts the bottle up in an off-handed gesture of annoyance. “It’s not remiss that she hates when others get more attention than she does, as you know. She became jealous over all the attention Jimin was getting—“

“Evil bitch,” Jimin mutters from his place by the door.

“—yes, well, so she is. As I said, she was jealous of the attention and devised a plan to take care of the competition. To get rid of the one who was outshining her, she consulted with one of Poseidon’s sea hags to create a curse that would prevent anyone from ever looking upon Jimin again or from him ever looking upon someone else in turn. That bit of lace there,” he nods toward Jimin, whose fist tightens around the streamer of black lace he’s still holding, “was enchanted with the curse. As soon as Aphrodite secured it over Jimin’s eyes, the curse began to take hold and imprint the mark of the Gorgon. Poseidon was there, conspiring with Aphrodite the whole way through. He’s the one who planned the party that night, all so they could unleash their demon and create their narrative of the monster known as Medusa. They didn’t plan on Athena walking in and catching them in the act. They threatened Athena’s son, Erichthonius, claiming they’d ruin him and his kingdom of Athens if she spoke of what really happened. Of course, gods being gods, she cared more for her son than someone else, and that’s how the legend you know came to be.” Ares gives Jimin a half-frown, his brows furrowing as his eyes linger on the once-cursed being.

“All of this is true?” Namjoon asks, looking at Jimin, too. The moment his eyes land on the man by the door, that weird feeling from the cave returns. Warmth suffuses beneath his skin, and a low thrum flitters in his belly.

“Is it so hard to believe that some gods are monsters?” is the only response Jimin offers.

Ares makes a noncommittal sound, bringing Namjoon’s attention back to him. “It was recently brought to my attention that Aphrodite has been sneaking around with that pompous, feathered asshole Hermes. Glad to see you have his sandals. He won’t be getting those back, the tricky little deviant,” Ares huffs an irritated sigh. “When I confronted Aphrodite about it, she laughed at me…made a mockery of me in front of everyone on Olympus who would listen. That’s another story, though, for another time. I’ve had it with her games and her promiscuity. I consulted with the Oracle and Fate to discern how best to teach my tramp of a wife some humility. They spoke to me about a serpentine curse to be broken and hidden beauty unleashed by the blood of my blood and a star from my heart of hearts. They assured me the curse could be broken if the bearer had unwavering faith and was selfless in their motivation.” He pauses again, glancing at Jimin. “As well as something else…” he trails off, uncertainty lacing his words.

“Something else? Ares, do not begin the word games now. Speak plainly.” Namjoon pushes up from his seat and glares down at his godly brother.

“Love,” Jimin states simply.

Namjoon’s eyes snap up to meet that cool blue gaze. That oddly warm feeling is like a punch in the gut. “Love?” he parrots in confusion, trying to ignore the way his body is reacting.

Jimin smiles slightly, the expression turning into a grimace as he drops his gaze to the floor. “Ares is quite the storyteller. There are just a few minor details he wouldn’t have been privy to. Poseidon held me down, laughing at me as he used his godly strength to pin me to the marble floor. Aphrodite took her time, toying with me and telling me all the horrid things I would do once I became her monster, all the people who would die because of me—the people waiting just outside the room in mid-celebration. She explained the curse and what it meant for me, that there would be no hope for it ever to be broken. You see, all curses have a counter—a way to break them. It’s just reaching that point; that’s the hard part. She thought she had found a loophole of sorts. The sea hag had assured her it would work…and I guess, in many ways, it did, considering I’ve spent hundreds of years alone in a desolate sea cave fearing the outside world. As she was winding the lace veil around my head, she told me the only way this curse would ever be broken was if the person who was destined to reside beside me in the cosmos came to my rescue and parted the veil with a god's weapon. How could someone come to rescue me if everyone turned to stone before they got the chance? Eventually, instead of people coming to try and help me, they came to destroy me. A never-ending cycle of turning poor, misguided souls into stone…all for what? Because I’m pretty?” Jimin asks in a bitter tone.

“You knew of this curse?” Namjoon asks Ares, an edge biting into his words. “Tell me you only found out once the Fates told you.”

Ares puffs out his cheeks, looking nothing like the god of war and courage he is. “I will not lie to you, brother. I did know about it but had forgotten until the Oracle and Fate reminded me. Aphrodite told me of the curse a few days after word spread about the Gorgon attack at Poseidon’s feast during a spat we had.”

“And you did nothing?” There’s no mistaking the venom in Namjoon’s question.

“Come now, Perseus—brother, I’m doing something about it now, right?”

“After hundreds of years! And only because you’re mad at Aphrodite!” Namjoon roars, kicking the leg of Ares’ chair. The wood snaps, sending the giant god sprawling onto the floor and the near-empty bottle of wine careening across the carpets in a spray of deep plum. “You are no brother of mine,” Namjoon grits out between clenched teeth. “Love. Is that what this is?” He slaps a hand to his chest and fists a handful of his shirt. “This feeling in here?”

Jimin straightens up by the door. “There’s a feeling?”

As if acknowledging it out loud permitted it to become more prominent, the odd feeling lurches beneath Namjoon’s breastbone. It’s warm with a subtle, constant hum like that of a honeybee. It pulses every time Namjoon looks at Jimin.

“It’s like something in here is trying to get out,” Namjoon mutters, glancing down at his fist, still strangling a handful of his shirt. “Every time I look at you,” he says, bringing his attention back up, “it becomes more intense.” The feeling washes over him, clarity bleeding through the confusion.

Namjoon realizes now he’s been wrong all along. He only thought he loved Andromeda. Guilt wars inside him momentarily at the thought of the woman still being held hostage by her own father. What he felt for the fair maiden is nothing compared to this fierce fire growing inside his chest that seems to be fueled by Jimin.

“I feel it, too,” Jimin whispers, chewing his bottom lip. His brow pinches as his eyes flick across Namjoon’s face, taking in the apparent war of emotions there. “You don’t want this. Do you?”

“I—it’s not that, Jimin. There’s just…someone.”

“You already have a lover,” Jimin assesses with a tight smile. “It’s possible Fate is wrong or maybe just cruel.”

Ares heaves himself up from the floor and flicks a hand between Jimin and Namjoon. “Fate doesn’t make mistakes. Besides, Perseus, I didn’t want to bring this up before because I knew it might change your mind and deviate your feet from their course…but, Andromeda never agreed to accept your hand, even after her rescue. It was only the word of her worm of a father that said anything of the sort. I didn’t want to discourage you or fill your heart with woe. I knew how this would end, and Fate affirmed it. So, I did not see any harm in letting you continue on as you were until everything played out as is spun within your thread.”

“Rescue?” Jimin asks. “Is this woman—is she in danger?”

Namjoon nods. “She’s being held hostage in one of Poseidon’s ocean prisons. Her father, King Cepheus, intends to sacrifice her to…well, your mother. He wants to win favor with Cetus, so she’ll leave his kingdom alone.”

“Sounds like Mother.” Jimin frowns. “I might know where you can find some help. Ares,” he says, turning to the now rumpled god, “can you get word to the dead shoals?”

Ares shrugs one big shoulder. “I don’t see why not. Why?”

“You need to summon my sisters. They hold a grudge against our mother that could fill Olympus twice over. Over the years, I’ve caught snippets and rumors of my sister’s fates. Contrary to what the world may believe, the curse Aphrodite put on me has nothing to do with how my sisters became gorgons. That’s something that was deep in our blood, thanks to our lineage. It was the madness that followed the curse that drove their inner monsters to the surface. I’m sure they’d salivate at the prospect of seeing to it that Cetus doesn’t need a sacrifice to leave the kingdom of Cepheus alone. Let them know of your aid in my freedom, and they are sure tol assist. Also, maybe as a way of asking forgiveness…you could rescue Andromeda in Namjoon’s stead?” Jimin directs the last part as a question, pointedly giving Ares a stern look.

Ares scoffs. “I was getting to that.” He turns back to Namjoon. “I have many wrongs to make right with you, brother. Let me handle this for you as further repayment and compensation for not being mindful much sooner and being selfish in my reasoning.”

“Would you truly do that for me, Ares?”

“Aye, I would. If that is what you want.” It’s surprising the vulnerability that Namjoon can hear in Ares’ voice, but comforting in knowing his brother is speaking the truth.

He casts a quick glance at Jimin, trying to suppress the smile that automatically pulls at his lips. “Make haste in your message to the dead shoals. I’d have Cepheus releasing his daughter before the moon is full.”

“I shall make it so. You can count on me, Namjoon.” Ares gives him a slight nod of his chin before snagging his helm from beneath the couch it rolled under. “You shall find everything you need here. Do not leave this chamber until I return at sundown tomorrow. I imagine you two have much to discuss.” There is an unmistakable twinkle of mischief in Ares’ eyes before he pulls up the lock bar and exits through the large ornate doors. They snick shut behind him with a sense of finality.

Namjoon clears his throat, laughing awkwardly into the silence that follows Ares’ departure. “An apology seems dreadfully inadequate.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” Jimin says quietly. “If anything, I should be thanking you. Despite your initial intentions to remove my head from my body, if you hadn’t set out on this path, I wouldn’t be here… curse-free. Though, maybe I should direct my gratitude toward Fate instead in that case.”

A pregnant pause stretches between them, finally breaking as Namjoon steps closer to Jimin. “I’m trying to fight this, whatever this is,” he gestures between them. “My body and soul urge me to move closer, but my mind says that’s absurd considering.”

“Fate is funny like that, it seems. You know it’s unheard of how this is panning out. Fate and the Oracle aren’t generally so direct with their gifts and insight. I wonder what more your precious brother hasn’t said.”

That gives Namjoon pause. “He’s good at keeping secrets. Gods—all bitter lies disguised as honeyed truths. I’ve never fared well in the court politics and deceptions of Olympus.” Shaking his head, he dispels that line of conversation. “Please, let us start over if you’ll allow it?” Namjoon looks up at Jimin.

“I think I would like that,” Jimin confirms, though his words sound mildly uncertain. “It’s been so long since I’ve conversed with someone outside of them actively trying to kill me. I’m afraid I may be a bit uncouth.”

That spreads a smile across Namjoon’s face. “How about we start by getting more comfortable? I’m sure I can find something for you to wear if you’d like to change.” His eyes drop down, taking in the thinning black and white tunic that hangs around Jimin’s slim form. His black pants have salt stains around the cuffs and wear at the knees. The leather sandals on his feet look to have seen better days.

“There’s not much in the means of resources at the edge of the world,” Jimin says self-consciously, rubbing the fabric of his worn top between his fingers.

“What, um, what does it feel like for you?” Namjoon asks. Jimin gives him a quizzical look. “The feeling, I mean, that you say you feel, too.” He moves over to a large wardrobe on the far side of the room, next to an open doorway that leads into a bathing chamber with a large sunken hot spring gurgling within.

Namjoon pulls open the wardrobe and begins rummaging through the confines in search of clothing that might be size appropriate for the slight figure of Jimin compared to Ares. Even with his own considerable measure, Namjoon knows most of the clothing will also swamp him.

“It feels like the sun in summer. Or, rather, what I remember of how that feels. It’s been a long time since I felt a warmth that wasn’t accompanied by the crackle of a fire.” Jimin moves over to the wardrobe, coming to a stop by Namjoon.

The close proximity of Jimin has that warmth doubling, morphing into a comforting lull of satisfaction in Namjoon’s chest. “Like the sun in summer,” Namjoon agrees, awe painting his voice as he turns to Jimin. He has an armful of assorted robes and belts. “They might be a bit big, but with the right belt and strap, I’m sure we can make them work until Ares’ return.”

“I’m sure they’ll be fine. Thank you.” Jimin accepts the bundle with a soft smile. “Do you think Ares would mind if I washed?” His eyes slide to the side, landing on the steaming pool in the bathing chamber.

“I don’t think Ares has any room to deny anything to you now.” Namjoon steps toward the bathing chamber, his hand automatically coming up to cup Jimin’s elbow and encouraging him to follow.

Electric tingles spark at the contact. They share a lingering look, searching one another’s eyes for any indication of revulsion or panic. There is none. Another soft smile quirks Jimin’s lips, his chin tilting down in silent assurance.

As they enter the room, Jimin sets the bundle of clothing on a dry bench near the doorway. A plethora of baskets sit on the far side of the spring, filled with bottles of oils and canisters of crushed flower petals.

Namjoon glances at Jimin from the corner of his eyes. His fingers press a little more firmly around Jimin’s elbow briefly before he drops his hand altogether and takes a step toward the door.

“Wait.” Jimin turns with Namjoon, reaching out and snagging his wrist. “Stay. If you want,” he’s quick to add, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. “You look like you could use it.” Namjoon’s eyebrows rise in amusement, his teeth catching his lips to keep from smiling. Jimin shakes his head, sighing. “That’s not what I mean. What I meant to say is that the bath is big enough and I’m sure you’re weary from your journey. I know spending any amount of time in that sea cave, you’ve surely got some salt collecting somewhere.”

That breaks Namjoon’s resolve, and the smile floods his face. “Something like that. As long as you’re okay with it, I’d welcome a chance to wash away these last few days.”

Jimin just nods, giving Namjoon a tight smile that makes the small cut on his cheek pull taut. “Ow,” Jimin winces, cupping his injured cheek.

“Here, let me,” Namjoon says, quickly closing the distance between them and placing his hand over Jimin’s. He gently pulls Jimin’s hand away to get a better look at the cut. It’s slightly puckered and red, an angry line Namjoon now feels mirrored across his heart. “I should clean this. It’ll be easier from the bath. I saw a few bottles of salve and ointment in the basket.”

“Okay,” breathes Jimin. There is a sadness in his blue eyes that Namjoon wants nothing more than to make disappear.

“I’ll give you a moment.” Namjoon reluctantly releases Jimin’s hand and turns, giving the other man some privacy.

The soft shuffling of fabric is the only indicator that Jimin is undressing. A soft sigh signals his entry into the burbling water. “This seems almost a crime to enjoy when all I’ve had are quick scrubs with freezing salt water the last hundred years or so.”

“You really have been alone all this time?” Namjoon asks before he can stop himself. He immediately regrets the query, fearing it’ll upset Jimin.

To his surprise, though, Jimin just sighs and laughs lightly. “I fled from anyone who even remotely tried. I didn’t want to hurt anyone if I could help it. That’s how I found myself at the world's edge, sequestered away in a dank cave long abandoned by its previous resident. With only stone statues and the ocean for companions.” Jimin clears his throat. “You may join me now if you still wish.”

Namjoon takes a deep, fortifying breath and begins to work the fastenings on his armor and clothing. The sword's weight leaves his hip, and for once in his life, he doesn’t feel naked without a weapon. Instead, he feels an immense sense of rightness. The sword goes onto the bench next to the pile of clothes he procured for Jimin. His sandals come off quickly and he tosses them by the door.

“It’s not fair, the way gods play their games with little care to the repercussions.” The leather armor covering his chest and hips gets discarded beneath the bench. Namjoon reaches back with trembling hands and grips a handful of his shirt, working the cream-colored fabric over his head.

Jimin clears his throat from behind Namjoon. “You talk as if you’re not one of them. Do you not believe yourself so?” he deigns to ask.

Namjoon can feel the heat of Jimin’s gaze on his back, traveling down to his leather trousers as he loosens the ties and lets them sag below his ass. “Zeus may be my sire by the divine laws of nature, but he is not my father.”

The leather trousers slide down Namjoon’s powerful legs, pooling at his feet. He takes his time bringing each foot up and easing the cuff over his heel. All the while, that intense feeling of Jimin’s gaze doesn’t relent.

“Have you always been a warrior?”

“Since the day I could hold a sword,” Namjoon answers. He finally turns, unashamed to bare himself so intimately before the man he’s quickly growing fond of and who has already captured his heart by the forces of Fate and destiny.

Jimin doesn’t hide his perusal. His crystalline eyes trace over every contour of Namjoon’s body, mapping out each peak, valley, and swell of muscle. With measured steps, Namjoon crossed the small expanse to the edge of the pool. He takes a moment to admire Jimin, submerged to his shoulders in the bubbling pool—steam wafts along the surface, obscuring everything below.

The water offers a kiss of heat, a pleasant burn that soaks deep into Namjoon’s tired limbs. His eyes stay on Jimin’s as he steps further into the bath until his feet touch the natural ledge used to wade around the oblong-shaped natural spring. They stay in a comfortable silence, eyes on one another—Namjoon circuits around the pool to where the baskets of bottles and canisters sit.

He finally breaks his gaze with Jimin to peruse Ares's various ointments and salves. Generally, gods do not need these types of things, but other beings are known to frequent Olympus who may. He has no mind to thank Ares as a lot of this mess can be placed at his feet, even if he was inadvertently involved.

Grabbing a healing ointment and a cooling salve, Namjoon brings his focus back to Jimin. “Where would you like me?” Jimin asks softly. The heat from the pool has perspiration collecting along his brow and neck, darkening his hairline and turning the strands an iron color.

“Do you mind sitting on the first ledge?” Namjoon nods toward the edge of the pool.

Jimin moves to obey, his body gracefully gliding through the spring. Water cascades from his shoulders, chest, and stomach as he lifts himself up with his hands braced on the edge and turns to sit on the ledge just below the water's surface.

Steam feathers across Jimin’s lap, leaving his torso exposed to the open air and Namjoon’s eyes. “You really are exquisitely perfect,” Namjoon comments with an awed tone of reverence. His heart picks up a more brutal beat, thumping wildly in his chest as he closes the distance between himself and Jimin. He swallows hard, clutching the jars in white-knuckled fists.

“I’m sure there are sonnets about your own beauty,” Jimin comments, letting his eyes wander over the bronzed muscles framing Namjoon’s neck and arms. “Namjoon, son of Danaë.” Something inside Namjoon crumbles in on itself before flowering back out in a renewed well of strength and affection with the way Jimin gives respect to Namjoon’s name in such a way.

Chills spread down Namjoon’s arms, once again in a warring emotional state of trying to understand how mere words could elicit such a visceral reaction in him. Whatever it is, he wants more of it. He craves it—needs it to survive. Before he drops them in the water, he quickly sets the jars on the ledge above Jimin, away from the steaming water.

Jimin holds his breath as Namjoon steps in closer, his hips faintly brushing against Jimin’s knees. A shudder passes through Jimin, his breath dipping with a soft exhale. His eyes flutter shut as Namjoon lifts a hand and strokes his thumb just under the cut on Jimin’s cheek. “I’m so sorry,” Namjoon whispers.

“It’s…it’s been so long,” Jimin says. Namjoon watches as the tip of Jimin’s tongue pokes out to swipe over his slightly parted lips. “So long since I’ve been touched by someone not intending me harm.”

Namjoon’s heart squeezes at the anguish in Jimin’s words. He brings his other hand up to cup Jimin’s jaw. There’s no mistaking the soft sob that shudders through Jimin when Namjoon traces his thumb over Jimin’s bottom lip.

“Shh,” Namjoon coos softly, pressing in closer to Jimin. His legs naturally spread, allowing the larger man to crowd in further. Taking away one hand but keeping the other stroking gently  along Jimin’s jaw, Namjoon uncorks the healing ointment and dips a finger inside. The translucent gel smells faintly of honeysuckle and ginger. The salve is like aloe, soothing the angry redness from around the wound. It doesn’t take long for Namjoon to have the cut clean and the ointment and salve applied. “All done,” he says softly, ducking his head to catch Jimin’s half-lidded gaze.

They stare at one another, the moment stretching longer as they both take the time to truly appreciate the beauty of the other. Jimin’s tongue darts out again, working at the corner of his mouth. An errant tear manages to slip from his lashes and begin to track down his other cheek. Namjoon watches the salty drop as it crests over the apple of Jimin’s cheek and angles toward his chin.

Flicking his eyes up to Jimin’s, he leans in, hesitating to give Jimin time to protest. Salt explodes on the tip of Namjoon’s tongue as he presses his lips to Jimin’s cheek, capturing the tear before it can go any further. A soft gasp leaves Jimin, his parted lips trembling with his next words. “Touch me, please, all of me. It’s been so long. I do not know how much longer I can bear it if you don’t.”

Namjoon brings his lips to Jimin’s with a deep, satisfying groan. “You taste how I think starlight would taste,” Namjoon murmurs between kisses. The words part his lips enough to draw in Jimin’s tongue. Tentative at first, he only seeks small sips along the seam of Namjoon’s lips. “Intoxicating and derived from the heavens.”

Angling his head slightly, Namjoon opens further in an invitation, welcoming the slide of Jimin’s tongue into his mouth. Jimin raises his hands and firmly presses them against Namjoon’s chest, marveling at the solid feel of muscle and smooth skin.

“More,” Jimin pleads, unabashed in how needy and breathless he sounds. He has craved the touch and comfort of another for so long it hurts. The large, rugged palms of Namjoon soothe just as much as the aloe salve. Only, instead of a flesh wound, it’s a balm to his soul.

Sliding a hand up, Namjoon feathers his fingers through the damp strands of hair behind Jimin’s ear. Being gentle yet firm, Namjoon tightens his fingers around a handful of Jimin’s hair and tugs his head sideways to deepen the kiss even further. Jimin’s fingers press into Namjoon’s chest in response, eliciting a soft mewling noise from his throat.

Stroking Jimin’s chin one more time, Namjoon lets his other hand trail down, tracing a delicate path along Jimin’s body. He can feel the frantic thrum of Jimin’s pulse in his neck, the supple curve of muscle across his chest, and the slender taper of his waist. A beautiful map that Namjoon wants nothing more than to memorize.

“Gods,” Namjoon curses softly as his hand dips below the water's surface and encounters the hard length of Jimin’s arousal. He pulls his hand back, uncertain if he’s crossing a line. His own aching cock bobs in the water, he refuses to pay it any mind. This isn’t about him, not in the slightest.

“Don’t stop,” Jimin encourages when he realizes Namjoon’s hesitation. It’s all the encouragement Namjoon needs to plunge his hand back beneath the water, wrap his fingers around Jimin and squeeze lightly. Jimin cries out, head dropping back to expose his throat as he jerks in Namjoon’s hold. The movement dislodges Namjoon’s hand from his hair, letting it fall to his shoulder instead.

Namjoon slides his hand down and then back up in a generous stroke. “I will touch you forever if it means getting to look upon your face and watch the emotions dancing in your eyes.”

Jimin drops his chin forward, bringing his eyes level with Namjoon’s. His eyes continue down until they fall upon Namjoon’s forearm and where his hand disappears below the surface. “I want to watch you touch me,” he gasps, his stomach muscles contracting as Namjoon rubs his thumb over the head of Jimin’s cock.

With a coy smile curling his lips, Namjoon places his other hand under Jimin’s ass, lifts him clear of the water, and settles him on the outer lip of the hot spring. Namjoon follows him, going up a step. They both drop their gazes, watching as Namjoon’s large hand fists up in a slow stroke that has a pearly bead of moisture seeping from Jimin. “Nectar of the gods,” Namjoon moans, watching as more pre-cum comes up with his next stroke.

The muscles in Jimin’s thighs flex and go taut with each upward swivel, and moans begin to pour from his lips every time Namjoon’s thumb smears the gathered moisture. “Namjoon,” Jimin pants. “I’m about to—“

Namjoon cuts off Jimin with another searing kiss, devouring the words and moans as Jimin’s release shudders through him. Hot ropes of cum lace across Namjoon’s chest and stomach, each additional stream losing momentum until it just drips down onto Namjoon’s hand, now making lazy corkscrew motions, encouraging Jimin’s orgasm until completion.

The soft, almost pained whine Jimin lets out has Namjoon finally pulling back, breaking the kiss, and gently moving his hand to Jimin’s thigh. Namjoon presses his forehead to Jimin’s as they both try to catch their breath. A small thread of satisfaction slithers through Namjoon at how completely and utterly at peace Jimin looks, soft in a way with his kiss-swollen lips and lids at half-mast. “Beautiful,” Namjoon murmurs.

Jimin’s lids tug upward enough that he can lock gazes with Namjoon. “I don’t know that words will ever truly express the feelings and emotions that are raging inside of me right now. All I know is that whatever happens next, I want to face it with you by my side. Thank you for seeing me, touching me…but most of all, for freeing me.”

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[4res]

Understanding The Body Of The Red One: The Art Of Form, Part 12 - The Unconditional Condition

The House of Mars is one of great struggle, strength, and unpredictable movement. It moves with a grace and depth that right now, in this form I am in as a human, I can't reach in full understanding. I am invited into this House as a lover and a guest, where I can commune with God Himself in total preparation for the day that I can finally move in.

But if there is one thing I am certain of as I dive into the cavernous Mars, it is that I am ignorant. In fact, this is all any of us can ever be completely certain of. Our ignorance.

I can only meet Mars as deeply as I have met myself. I can only unlock doors that I have journeyed to find the key to, and I can only know the rooms that I have, through great challenge, unearthed.

Actually.. I lied before. There are 2 things we can know for certain right now:

That we are ignorant.

That we are loved completely unconditionally.

Wash your hands of the pains of religious pasts. Where phrases like "The Gods don't completely love you.", "The Gods lie, too.", "The Gods aren't perfect beings.", and "The Gods just don't have time." dwell and take root.

I am warning you, it is like taking poison.

The tongue of the Divine utters languages that I cannot understand and speaks far beyond my understanding of right and wrong, and truth and false. Who am I to believe that they have lied, and not that it is me who does not have the understanding to process their Truth? What is false to me?

Who said the Gods must move and speak by my standard? It is up to us all to explore this house, no matter if you too are in the House of Mars or House of Artemis - no matter where.

We must take with us only that we are guests in this mystery and it is the Gods good pleasure to give us the Kingdom of Olympus, and unveil our misunderstandings. Through this we must wield our humble understanding that we are learning and through this learning, we must be willing to lay down our judgements and ideas about Gods.

We must be willing to wash our internal canvas daily, and relearn Mars daily. We must stay learning. It is not enough to earn the key to the bedroom and lay waste to the rest of the House.

I am warning you that Gods speak Truths that we cannot understand and we can't be arrogant enough to believe we are waiting for the Gods to make sense to us, or that we already know. And so they begin to take on Human-Thinking, which is hardly the pentacle of higher thought.

Do not rest on the laurels of your own understanding. Know every single day that you do not know.

Above all else, know that their total perfection blasts hard beyond the word perfection. It launches wildly into unconditional love that we cannot accept. It is more painful than fear for us to accept that there are no rules, and no hoops through which we must jump - despite what we have been taught, religiously.

And that their perfection washes over us, and coats us in the thick sap of Love that would break us down to our bones if we truly knew that we never had to struggle a day in our lives. That Their love will redeem our very soul, no matter what. No matter what. We are totally loved and comforted, every second.

I am warning you.. Divinity is a language that we uncover with honor and humble fingers. We unwrap God daily like a paper-packaged parcel from a far away country that we have waited on for months and months and months.. Do not take this poison and fall into the metal claws of a spiritual bear-trap. It will tear you down to your tendons if we believe that the Gods are at all functioning by our standard, our language, our beliefs.

God is all understanding, perfect, and ALL love. Even the hot, boiling, crimson winds of Mars wrap around me like a warm blanket and carry me Home every single day. And still every day, I wander out like a lost lamb and am slowly returned by Ares by nightfall.

I am warning you not to rest on your painted pictures of Olympus, and not to rest on the mouths of devotees, for even I am wrong. Rest only on the understanding that our journey isn't over, and I am not moved into this Home until my last breath. Until then, it is my duty to understand and my duty to defend that Mars is a Truth speaker, and an unconditional lover. All Gods are. And that above all else, we have always been and always will be loved in ways that would make us explode into dust if we comprehended it for a single second.

Do you believe me?

#hellenic polytheism #mars #ares #aresdeity #helpol #theartofform #can you tell how red my face is and how fast my heart is beating

[senatushq]

the amethyst ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 3,000+ & UTP SPECIES. Demigod ( Spartoi ) ABILITIES. Accumulation + 1 Secondary Ability OCCUPATION. UTP

They called you Pelorus, they called you wise and regal, but you were aloof and paid little mind towards the conflicts that transpired between good and evil or right and wrong. Your compass was askew and it didn’t really matter to you what reasons a person had to fight. Capricious, some would say, a trait you undoubtedly inherited from your blood-soaked father. You were a warrior, just as your siblings were, sewn from the shadows you sprang from the earth and felt the divine blood of your cursed ancestry flow through your veins. Thebes was one of your legacies, alongside Cadmus and your siblings you founded the ancient city in the name of the false Gods. There you ruled for a time because you thought that it befitted you to do so. The five with a reputation that preceded them, invoked in the name of Ares and war, you regrettably left your post behind to join in the conflicts of the original vampire. You settled old scores, made sure blood debts were paid in full, but it was all so… Boring, trivial even. Just as the others you departed and took to taking on worship, it was said that you were a demigod, that someday one of the Great Old Ones would come to you and seek to possess you. Then you’d reach your truest form and truthfully that felt fitting, who better to become a God than you? Cthonius was killed by the original pretenders and this crime deserved an answer, so you and your siblings ended a conflict that would have no victors. From the field you wandered and to a cavern hidden beneath a lake you slumbered, protected by murky tides until darkness awoke you once more.

this skeleton is currently closed.

#takenskel #demigodskel #the amethyst

[forever-ares]

my whole tiktok has been yuta singing his part in love on the floor… because of his whiny voice. now hear me out: yuta is a breedable man.

#ares' thought cavern #/j /lh #maybe /hj #idk #nct 127 #yuta nakamoto #nct yuta #love on the floor #concert #this man is crazy #i need therapy #this mf #anygays #byeee <3

[darkacey]

Lucas, the soulsphere, and Radea’s powers

So, I have a lot of thoughts about Lucas’ role in all of the events of Rune Factory 5, and I have even more thoughts now that I have gotten through the Everlasting Darkness chapter. I’m writing a fic from Lucas’ POV and I’m typing out things, trying to figure this all out. Spoilers beneath the cut.

Here’s where I’m at — Radea absorbed all of the runes from the people of Rigbarth, Alice/Ares and Livia had to bail them out, and Radea’s given us the long explanation about Gideon’s master plans to control everyone via the data he collected from SEED’s soulspheres and the experiments he has been conducting with spell circles.

The part I’m hung up on is this: why the FUCK was Lucas’ soulsphere reading not sus to anyone??

Livia knew instantly that Alice/Ares is an Earthmate because of that reading and how brightly it glowed.

We are told that Lucas voluntarily gave a soulsphere reading, and that it didn’t match anyone in HQ’s database. Scarlett assisted with this reading, presumably, after Alice/Ares left to investigate the Meline Crystal Cavern. This means that Lucas’ reading likely didn’t appear to be anything special to a mortal OR a literal Divine Dragon.

Livia tells Alice/Ares that the reason they weren’t affected by Radea’s powers was because she gave HQ falsified information.

Lucas WAS affected, which means that Livia sent his soulsphere reading unaltered.

My questions from these thoughts:

Why does Lucas’ godhood not protect him from Radea’s powers?

Why didn’t anybody notice that his soulsphere reading is weird af?

We know the soulsphere can reveal negative/positive amounts of runes because Livia uses it specifically to check Lucas’ levels in the final romance event with him.

Does this mean that Lucas’ missing memories literally made him mortal until he regained his memories???

I feel like I’m the only person here with my little red string board trying to figure this shit out. Anybody else have any thoughts/theories to add??

#rf5 spoilers #rf5 lucas #plot holes #fanfic inspiration

[epruettearts246-01]

Week 9

I thought this week’s chapter was very appropriate considering the current project we’re working on in class, specifically the digital AR poster we are going to design. Screen-based typography is much more complicated than traditional typography, and it’s important to understand how computers actually display graphics in order to fully capitalize on the creative possibilities/limitations that come with the technology. This chapter was very helpful in that it gave in-depth definitions to terms I’ve heard for my entire life, like bitmaps and antialiasing. I also learned new words, like the “jaggies.” I really appreciated the various case studies presented at the end of the chapter, as it was interesting seeing these principals and rules applied to real life websites/displays. I thought that the Appetite Engineers website was very interesting and is a good example of how limitless websites can be.

This week I also began sketching out ideas for my national park poster. I ended up coming up with a lot of sketches, but after the in-class critique today I think that I can go back and push my ideas a bit further. I want to emphasize the rock textures associated with caves as well as create more depth in my posters. I like the lantern visual a lot and was advised to combine it with the visuals of a deep cavern to make it seem like the poster is of the perspective of an actual explorer. I definitely want to explore this idea and move some of these posters into illustrator, where I can flesh them out more.

[chibi-celesti]

Twisted Tonelico (A Twsited Wonderland x Ar Tonelico AU) Book One, Part 3

Phase 01: Part 01, Part 02, Part 03, Part 04, Interlude

Phase 02:

Phase 01: Book 01: Dia rosa rudje

Previously: Slowly, out of the shadows of the many mine shaft paths, came a huge, grotesque monster!

As it grew closer to the group, it bellowed out through the cavern.

“STONE………IS MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!”

~Twisted Tonelico~

“MONSTEEEEEEER!!!!!!!”

They began to run away once the beast revealed itself. Gaining some distance as best as they could. No one bothered to look back in fear of it catching up to them. And catching up to them it did, all while shouting that whatever stone still exists in the cave belongs to it and it alone.

“I’VE NEVER SEEN A MONSTER LIKE THAT BEFORE!!!!” Meryu exclaimed.

“HEADMAGE WASN’T KIDDING WHEN HE SAID THERE WERE BEASTS LURKING HERE STILL!!”

“I’M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!!!” screamed Grim.

They ran until Ace spotted an opening they could hide in. Turning left, he jumped into the cavern, grabbing Meryu and Deuce by the collar, and dragging them further into the darkness.

They all held their breaths in until they heard the monster disappear further down the mine. Once they were sure it was gone, everyone sighed in relief.

“Sheesh… What even was that thing?!” Ace interjected. “If I thought it was gonna be this asinine, I’d call it quits.”

Deuce glared at the red head. “Are you serious?! You wanna give up already?!”

“Deuce, that’s not what-”

Meryu was immediately cut off by Ace. “And? What are you gonna do about it? Besides, it's your fault we’re in this mess!”

“MY FAULT?!”

“Yeah! If you hadn’t almost dropped that cauldron on me, we wouldn’t even be in this mess!”

“YEAH, WELL… IT’S YOUR FAULT FOR HARASSING HER THIS MORNING!!”

“Guys!-”

“NOT MY FAULT BOTH HER AND THE STUPID CAT STARTED IT!!”

“WHO ARE YOU CALLING A CAT!!!!”

“WILL YOU GUYS SHUT UP?!?!”

Immediately, the duo stopped bickering at the girl’s response. “It’s ALL OUR faults we’re in this mess! And it doesn't help that your argument-” a roar from the monster can be heard echoing near their spot. “Lured the monster back to us.” Meryu groaned.

“To be fair, you screamed too…”

Grim leaped out of her hold and made a head start of fleeing. “I’m outta here!!!!”

“Oi! Don’t ditch us here!!” Ace gave pursuit with Deuce and Meryu behind him. Running out of their hiding spot, the beast was hot on the group’s trail ready to strike.

“SSSSSSSSSTONE ISSSSS MMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINEEEE!!!! YOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUU CAAAAAAAAANNN’T HAAAAAAAAVEE IIIIIIIIITTTT!!!”

“Stone? Could it be talking about a Magestone?!” Meryu shouted to the others.

“So there IS one here. But where?!” Deuce interjected after her.

The beast soon struck the ground behind them, causing a mini earthquake to happen, making everyone lose their balance and fall. Getting her bearings quickly, Meryu looked on in fear at what she saw. Grim and Deuce were both trying to stand back up, oblivious to the monster slowly making its way behind them. They’re completely vulnerable. Ace saw this too, eyes wide in horror. He called out to them in a panic:

“Juice! Cat!”

Both turned to see the eldritch monster behind, weapon ready to strike them down. They closed their eyes, bracing themselves for the end. The beast began to swing-

~Was yea ra exec hymmnos PAJA sos yor!~

Until a sudden melody began to play.

They opened their eyes, confused at why they hadn't died yet. What they witnessed was something that shocked them to the core. The beast was being held back by strange binds. No, not binds, but rose thorns and vines!

~Wee granme ra hymme corle mea grandus marfo yor!~

Ace, Deuce, and Grim were shocked by what they saw. “Huh! W-where did those wines come from?!” Grim exclaimed, confused. “Where’d this singing come from?!”

The ace of hearts looked around til he spotted the oddball girl not too far from them. Surrounded by a giant Rose! What the fuck!! Did she do that ?! How?!

All three starred as the giant rose held back the beast. Meryu, hidden from view due to said flower, called the trio to their senses. “Get up! I don’t know if I can hold it back for long! Hurry!!”

“H-HAI!!”  Deuce and Grim straight Ace and helped him up off the ground. “What about you, Melenas-san!”

“Go look for the Magestone!” She answered Deuce. “I’ll be fine!”

The three hesitated before fleeing the scene.

“Stay safe, you guys…” she whispered to herself.

~Dwarf Mines: Main Hub~

The boys panted after finding a better safe spot for them to rest away from the monster and Meryu. Her song still echoing through the endless corridors. While they are relieved that they made distance from the creature, Ace(secretly) and Deuce(bluntly) were worried about the girl. The latter looked down the path they ran from, debating about going to help. Ace on the other hand, worried about whether they’d find the stone before morning…

Ace lifted himself back up, shaking his head. “This… is…ridiculous…. I’m fine with just accepting the expulsion.”

Deuce looked at him dumbfounded. “Again with that, Ace!” He couldn't believe what he was hearing again that night! “Why are you chickening out?!”

Ace scoffed. “You saw that thing back there. Ain’t no way am I dying to stay here.”

“You may want that, but I don’t.” The brunette was getting frustrated. Tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. “I tried so hard…I don’t wanna get expelled and be a failure.”

He looked at the Spade, mockingly. “What, you gonna cry?” Oblivious to the fact he made something crack inside the other boy.

“HEY! YOU MAKING FUN OF ME?!” This spooked Grim.

“AH! He’s acting way different just now!”

“Do I need to remind you that this is YOUR fault again?”

“I’m not the one who got mad at a cat!!”

“I’M NOT A CAT! AND I WOULDN’T BE LOSING MY CHANCE GOING TO NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE CAUSE OF YOU!!” Grim pointed accusingly at Ace.

The boys continued arguing without end. Not a single one of them willing to listen to reason nor to each other. And refusing to accept responsibility for today’s actions.

Until…

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

The screams of Meryu were heard. “MELENAS-SAN!!!”

~Meanwhile, with Meryu~

The Reyvateil sang as hard as she could, holding back the inky beast from chasing the boys. That should buy them some time… She knows she’s not physically strong, but she wanted to do what she can to stall for more time or attempt to kill the beast herself. The problem was how without undoing the binds. Quickly, she thought of the next song to push back, calling upon her Water magic again to douse the beast. After that she called upon the flower to extend more of their roots and vines to pull the beast arms further behind its back.

Just a bit longer… She was starting to feel a little tired from expending so much magic. If she were back home in Ar Tonelico, this wouldn’t be an issue to her. But alas, that’s a worry for another time. She prepared another verse, amplifying the strength of her power. 

~Persia, grandus herra gyas bister vl ciel~

The beast trashed out even more, desperate to break free from the flower’s vice grip. Slamming itself on the wall, shaking the foundation of the corridor leading to some of the ceiling stalactites falling on the plant and almost falling on Meryu herself.

This chain reaction caused her to lose her balance and stop singing, and dispelling the vines that held the creature back. With a mighty roar, the monster broke free; ready to set its sight on the Reyvateil.

Meyru righted herself back up just as the beast loomed over her. Its pickaxe arm raised above its head.

She was trapped and all alone.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

~Book 01: Dia rosa rudje: Tes biron~

Hymmnos Note:(Rough Translations)

Was yea ra exec hymmnos PAJA sos yor! - I invoke the Hymmnos Purger for you!

Wee granme ra hymme corle mea grandus marfo yor! -I will sing from my heart to protect you, my dearest!

Persia, grandus herra gyas bister vl ciel - Please, protect them from this vile monster!

>///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////<

It's official, folks! Meryu has her own original hymn for an actual fight! Yahooo! granted it took a hot mintue to finally drop this one. ^.^'

I hoping not to spill out all the lyrics for this song compared to when she sung [Harmonics: Singing Hill]. I might tease yo guys with a post with the full lyrics at some point.

#twisted wonderland #twst #ar tonelico #twst x ar tonelico au #twisted tonelico

[napiersworldzero]

Summary of Session 1/5/2024

Before their search for the Hellriders, the party noticed something strange with this town. Every building in this town was a house, spare the tavern Sword's Holster. Every old storefront was now a house and the villagers traded in precious stones. Boris and Rome noticed that there was a mine nearby and Boris heard a strange thrumming coming from within. The party ventured within and saw that there was still cause for mining as they spotted precious gems in the walls. But they ventured deep within and saw that there was a sheer drop off of about twenty feet to a rich, moss green mist below. They each found their way down before Rome thought it best to head back. As time passed, Rome left and returned and Ten then agreed it was best to leave then Mavi but they each left and returned only to learn that the green mist was messing with their minds, making them wish to leave. So they held their breaths and ran through the mist. They ran down the winding tunnel before they across huge, wooden double doors they pushed open and ran through, shutting behind them. But they heard voices within, sneakily peeking around the corner to see a woman holding a bowl over her husband's head who was kneeling, arms up and outstretched as he was chained to the ceiling. Above them was a statue of a serpent with its fangs poised over the bowl, over the man's eyes, as it dripped venom. The woman had to dump the bowl, leading to some venom dripping into the man's eyes who cried out and strained against his restraints, causing a small earthquake.

Loki and Sigyn.

Boris disguised himself as Ares and Mavi as Cronus, approaching with the attack word cavern. They approached and Boris questioned Loki who was helping him out in the world while he was trapped him but Loki claimed that he had been here for the past four hundred years, that there was no one left to do his biding. With no lead and believing that the Weave Killer was being caused by Loki, they all attacked. Sigyn ran for her life at the order of her husband and Loki took hit after hit. Boris stepped away to pray, Mavi cast a portal above and below Loki so he would hang, as Loki cast Wish: "I wish for the ceiling to collapse on us all."

The magical strain and conditions of his imprisonment killed Loki as the ceiling fell and he slipped through the portal, landing on top of the rubble and being lightly buried. Boris and Ten dove for the portal, falling through as Mavi and Rome were buried. Ten and Boris spotted someone teleport in, grab Loki, and teleport out. But they managed to dig their comrades out and then looked up, seeing roots. They pulled on a bunch and created an opening. They threw Mavi up through the hole and she created a portal in the town and in the cavern. Everyone made it out safely and started to catch their breaths.

As they caught their breaths, Boris and Ten remembered something crucial about the person who teleported in, who Tyr said "The Weave Killer has escaped": As the figure moved about, bending down to pick up Loki, they noticed that the figure was quite. Well. Dressed.

#dnd #dnd campaign #dnd homebrew #dnd stuff #dnd5e #ten #mavi #rome #rome the gnome #romethegnome #dungeons and dragons #dungeonsanddragons #dnd one #napiersworldzero #worldzero #napier's world zero #dr boris #drboris #dr. boris #campaign updates

[silvermuffins]

Pokemon Scarlet Liveblog! Part 9

I'm gonna be real, folks, i have no idea how I'm gonna get out of this one.

To be clear: I am on a tiny ledge above a massive cavern with nowhere to go but down. I am also in a Pokemon battle with a psychic version of a bird Australia lost a war against. My Pokemon fell into the cavern below, leaving me in a staring contest. We are about two inches apart.

I am going to die here :)

i fell

OH I KNOW WHRE I AM

i am Free! Back up the mountain!

oh i think I see the gym from here! knowing what I do about Grusha, this is going to be very sad.

these are some harsh slopes man

...th sign just says to the glaseado gym. No town, like Nebula said...

Nagoree the Cryogonal joins the dex!

wow....you can see the entire region from here and it's breathtaking. this is the treasure I was seeking.

I have reached the gym!

wow there's actually people here. okay let's tackle the gym test. PLEASE be something cool.. FUCK YEAH TIME TO SLALOM

ftr i have been running around Glaseado in my summer uniform. Fani givs no fucks. AND I have made it to the highest peak! I like that there isn't a clear path. You gotta WORK to get hre! And at som point I'm gonna try gliding from there and se just how far I can get.

OKAY time to try the slope!

i hop there's ways to redo these minigams

I love how lik, obviously people riding Cyclizar is very normal. Koraidon is very clearly not a Cyclizar. Absolutly no one comments.

Okay! TIme to take down Grusha.

oh no im adopting him

"today's not a great day to face me" why??? why do you want me to give up??? is it the anniversary of the accident???

man i don't blame you for being jaded but im like twelve....and I have twelve levls on you I think I'll be fine

wham wham wham

awww... He's a lot nicer of a guy than he lets on

w takee break for the night

OKAY so here's where we're at: Eight Gyms! Four Titans! Four Bases! 218 Pokemon registered to the dex as caught, and 291 seen!

The dex tells me Tatsugiri won't evolve and Frigibax is probably the pseudo.

i am up on th peak gazing out over the region.....man I think I'm going to the lak neAAAAAA FLL OFF TH WRONG SIDE OF TH MOUNTAIN

okay back on track, at least for Medali.

And! Once I do the lake titan, then!!! I'm gonna be able to CLIMB ROCKS and thus, go on stakequest.

Okay! We ar in Medali! ...you know what I have an unvisited tower near Glasado's Grasp let's go there actually. doot doot. And now I hav a kitty to visit. in reality.

I am back from playing with Tip! where were w. Oh right lake. Eyyy we got our coal monster to evolve! We can swap out for something! Shinx, specifically! Yaaay Cinda is evolving.

Hm. There is a cave up there. I can't reach it.

ooh I'm gtting into the northwstrn area... HERACROSS. You'ree Untzigah now. Wait what happnd how'd it faint? Annyway this is not what I xpcted of this environmnt... I thought it'd b volcanic!

That's two heracross I couldn't catch :c try a quick ball off th bat this time. Thre we go! holy fucking shit why is verything suddenly real damn annoying

crafts the most horrific sandwich I can, but puts it together splendidly: peanut butter, vinegar, pepper, and mustard, with pickls, avocado, onion, and red yellow and green peppers.

Found the local shrine! This on is green and contains the ruinous vessel.

yanks this stake out of the ground

ACK I FELL OFF A CLIFF

Well. Hm. Now I'm in battle on the high sas, my Tinkaton behind m, whil I balanc precariously on the nose of the veluza I want to catch.

I think the cameera is stuck inside a cliff. Well I guess I am naming this Veluza Foothold.

There's great big blue things in the water...oh goddamn Veluza. OKAY got the blu thing! Dondozo! Finally caught the damn thing. You're gonna be Chiisna. Oh! And Cinda is evolving so we can swap out. It's Starly nxt! One battle latr, evolution.

TRAPPD BY GYARADOS

god. picnics are saving my hide, here.

Heyyy Duchae is evolving! Swap something else in. Mareep, specifically. Yanks another stake out of the ground. Woo! Misty the Mareep evolving already!

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa frogs

ooh! Another stake! Yoink! ...One quick reboot to fix a glitch.

Pickle and peanut butter sammich. holy shit, first time i've ver made a Bad sandwich....and only one star.... I'd been wondering how cursed I'd have to go to get a bad one. Anyway I have now mad a good one but stacked very poorly.

OKAY DRAGON TITAN

i THINK i see it...you know what I haven't seen? Th big awkward rock face that obscurs the herb hollow.

oh that's not a dragon, that's a guy

oh. Oh that sushi dragon has to b it. no? it's just a bunch of talking sushi dragons lying about? oh i battl thm if I talk to them....do I need to kill them all? ...I don't have an additional fairy tm for Pebbles to learn so, this might take a bit. and demand several ethers or picnics. hooboy. ...mayb I'll just talk to the big one and see what happens.

o

oh

well that's it

...huh, so it's NOT dragon type at all, interesting choice. Fits the title "false dragon titan" but... this means there hasn't been a truly dragon type objective. Which I find suspicious. ....Unless that Tatsugiri that just wnt in is gonna be th real titan, and this Dodonzo is only "titan" because it's been eating titan tatsugiri?

nope it's not the tatsugiri....what is going on hre

hmm?

OH SHIT

DOUBLETITAN

the dx did say that Dodonzo teams up with Tatsugiri to find food...

slowly. kisses this thing. to death.

DRAGON DOWN! SANDWICH GET!

awww Koraidon has learnd to ask nicely. but YES YES BE ABLE TO CLIMB ROCKS YES PLEASE.

im about to Hurt over the doggy tho

YUP I AM FELINGS

BABY

OH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

i didn't expect a pokmon gam of all things to hit me that hard in th heart

sada why do you know. and can you wait. your son is having a Moment.

HEEEERE COME THE MOMMY ISSUES

wait. the fuck is going on now???

no. fuck you. i wanna play ball with arven and mabostiff.

tumblr behave yourself

hy arven can we play ball first.

.....wait. Sh said she was searching for a way to reach Arven. But she can just call me, and she can just call the school, so even if she didn't have his number she could call Clavell and be like HEY I NEED ARVEN....so what gives????

holy shit thre's a dragonit just out in the wild. WOohoo misty is evolving so I can swap out to something else! ,,,I do not hav a Petilil, it seems, so Shroomish is next. Ah, there goes Moosley too! I don't know that I have the apples Applin needs yet? So we'll skip ahead to Spoink. Oh damn that was fast on the shroomish. Don't have a Misdreavus...so it'll be Makuhita next.

Yoink! Another stake. Yank! That's another! I wonder how many that is now??? I think around seven? Yank, that's anothr!

gonna fly to artazon bc i know I saw a stake near there and i am enjoying my perfected explorational capacity

...i KNOW there's more ingrdients for sandwiches in this game, why won't anyone sell them to me? anyway. Yank, a stake. Exploring! Going way up on top of this rock formation!! There's ruins on top, who the fuck had a house here?!! Yank, found anothr stake! Yank, anothr!

im also just, exploring bits of Paldea I hadn't reached yet. Eri can wait. Let her sweat a bit.

Gonna check the shrines I've visited thus far. Purple has two chains lft on it, so that's three or four left! Thre's thre on yellow, so that's five or six. ...And only one chain left on green, so on or two stakes.

I think we go deal with Eri now.

Huh...I think when your pokemon is paralyzed its animations slow down. Anyway I got Kraraia the fire tera Seviper. OH Wild Mimikyu! You're gonna b my dear Bean. ....Oh fuck you Zorua. Okay here's a real one.

Stake! my first blue one. Yoink. Indeedee! You're Gaball. Pouch evolvd so w can swap for..somthig good against fighting.

aighty I have climbd my way to the pokemon center and discovered that thes dark peaks are glassy, like obsidian.

how the hell did i not lose anything on that sandwich....anyway I'm gonna book it for the base, i can xplore this northern field another time....man the trees here are so big

OH this is a bamboo forest!!!! ther's Chitekki's volution....keping hr for the base, then getting koris in to breed a gothita (and get armoroug). Candy hr to lvel 53. Oh thre's another POkemon cnter here.

Cassiopia is hoping th Big Boss will com out into th open....and Clive knows what hsi final dcision will be....

holy shit wild pokemon keep ambushing me

oh shit it's just clive and eri out front, no guard? ooooh what a big sis type.

much yelling about what Eri must be feeling and Team Star's everything later.........

But, hm. Givn the team's purpose, and the fact they're not really messing with anyone - like, for the most part, they're not causing significant problems to the general population of Paldea - what was with the recruitment quotas mentioned way back at the start? why dos Team Star need any new recruits, period, let alone quotas?

on little. hiccup later. moving right along.

oh. apparently it changes nothing.

also jfc in love with the combination tough chick and cute girl thing??? i am confused in a delightd way. Awww she wants to protect everyone in th caph squad, and also the rest of the team......about that last bit, though......

....eri, sweetheart. Stop trying to carry the entire world on your shoulders. Who taught you that you have the take responsibility for everything? pressure like a drip drip drip that'll never stop....

maybe if i defeat her, she'll be able to let herself rest. maybe, strippd of leadership, she won't feel like she has to take care of anyone but herslef.

Hyyyy Oingo is evolving! I can get koris on the team! ...Ca....Cassiopeia. Cassiopia, you're uh, you're a little late with the intel. Eri already tried to stop me.

Huh... Cassiopeia is surprised by Eri's behavior. Which indicats to me that the last year and a half has been changing veryone in Team Star. THings are not what they were when they began.

OKAY let's do this!. wham wham wham. this is my favorite base, layout's not too open. awww she has heal balls. Daya will tear through her team like a hot knife through butter, because Acrobatics with no hold item.

PRIMAPE EVO???????

okay thy ned to stop doing so much damag with Close Combat right the fuck nnow. And stop surviving my Acrobatics. Just th car lft now!

that was annoying. Eri down! do these kids have to hit me in the Masked Circle feels?

if you don't know what that is don't worry about it a knife between the ribs would hurt less,

oh god she was no better about resting back then

i feel like. absolutely terrible about taking down team star. i am distinctly not proud of what i am doing.

nooooooo

Oh no.... Carmn bullied Eri...thn the class turned on her, but Eri reachd out....

"Please...don't take away our greatest treasure." I DON'T WANT TO I HATE THIS god i hav no idea how this can end well i just want these kids to be happy

...oh. Cassiopeia, you've got it wrong. "I imagine they'll leave Team Star before long now that they've lost their special positions" you're completely out of touch with how these bosses think and behave.

Clive is here instead of Penny??

CALLED IT. Cassiopeia IS the big boss!

......oh

oh the purpos of this is basically "you can't hold on forever, go live your lives" or somthing like that...

The schoolyard after dark. Okay.

weps bitterly into my DM with Nebula. bye bye yesterday playing in the bg.

i am going to take a quick dtour to get the nearby shrine registred as a flying taxi destination, and then we carry on through the tears. Yanks a stak out of the ground. And another one.

??? whre is the shrine...is there a cave here somewhre? FOUND IT. Beads shrine!

watchs my pawmot drown a noivern....

oh right. Grabs Koris, gets egg power, tim to breed. ...vry tim I picnic all my Pokmon just conk out. Watchs the meteor shower while thy snooz. Okay got an gg, and I am evolving Koris.

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