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strawbeerossi · 6 months

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Taking Calls

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Whenever a man who makes you feel uncomfortable asks for your number, you give him your boyfriend’s number instead. Whenever he texts him all day and finally decides to call, Spencer plans on taking care of it.

Content/Warnings: Minor case details (nothing explicit), creep officer, loving boyfriend Spencer, intimidation mention, kissing, unprotected sex, Spencer answers a phone call in the middle of sex (I didn’t know how to word that so it works lmao.)

Word Count: 1.2K

Anon Request: I had a spicy idea where a creepy cop tries to get readers number for “work purposes” and instead she gives him Spencer’s number and the cop happens to call Spencer and reader while he’s in the middle of fucking reader or the reader is in the middle of giving him a blowjob and the cop sort of hears her in the background? I just thought you’d be the perfect person to write this 😍

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Spencer had his number given out before due to a prank on Derek’s end that had so many people blowing up his phone. It was something he vowed that he would get the man back for and specifically state that it could never happen again.

The team was on a case in Manhattan, a standard killer who had an awakened blood lust was terrorizing the city. After six victims, the NYPD felt it was best to invite the BAU onto the case, which seemed to be too little too late due to the man going dormant.

Every lead was buried so deep that you’d need an excavator to dig them up, still the team persisted. You were currently on day three, staying back at the police precinct along with Dave to interview the families of the deceased, hoping to dig up any leads.

You had currently stepped out for a brief break, standing by the coffee machine as you were getting one of the disposable cups, filling it to the brim with a healthy mixture of coffee and sugar. “Hey, Y/L/N, correct?” A voice came from behind you, making you turn to look over the person addressing you. Officer Laslow. “Hi, yes. That’s me. How can I help you?” You asked, eyebrows raising.

You didn’t like to judge people, however you had a very uneasy feeling around him. The way he was looking at you was a good enough reason to be uncomfortable, the man seeming to mentally undress you as he stared into your soul. “I was just wondering if your team had any leads? I mean, I’m sure the families know something,” He spoke, making you sigh as your shoulders slumped. “Nothing, unfortunately.” You spoke while sipping from the coffee cup in your hands.

“Nothing? What a shame. I was actually wondering if you and I could exchange numbers? No funny business, I’m just wanting to make sure we can stay in communication throughout this case. You know, share intel.”

He could’ve just asked Aaron for updates. However, in the moment of being uncomfortable and not knowing what to say, you were clearing your throat. “Well. Okay.. Just for intel though.” You murmured, slowly taking the device from his hands to put in Spencer’s number instead of your own. You’d explain things to your boyfriend later. Until then, you were doing the next best option. Spencer could handle this. You were sure of it.

As another day passed and there was no leads, the team was retreating to the hotel for the night to try and get some rest, even if they were overly focused on trying to catch the murderer running around freely. “Honey, I have a question.” Spencer began as he was walking from the bathroom, a pair of flannel pyjama pants and a white t-shirt clinging to his lanky frame. “I’ve just had a lot of texts today. The person is addressing you by name. Wanna talk about who you gave my number to?” He asked softly. He knew it had to be a big deal if you wouldn’t give someone your number.

“Some creep on the NYPD team. You should’ve seen the way he looked at me, Spencer. It made me so uncomfortable.” You shivered while looking over at your boyfriend. “I’m sorry that I gave him your number. I didn’t know what else to do.” The feeling of his hand rubbing your shoulder caused your body to relax, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

“I’m not upset with you by any means. I just wanted to ask. He didn’t try and touch you or force himself on you, right?” He asked, slowly letting his arm wrap around your shoulders as you shook your head. “No. Nothing like that. He was just twice my size and intimidating. I mean, he could’ve hurt me if I rejected him.” In this job, Spencer saw cases like that far too much, so he believed it.

“Come here.” He spoke while slowly pressing a few kisses against your cheek. “It’ll be okay. I’ll speak with Hotch about it tomorrow. It’ll get taken care of.” He smiled, the back of his knuckle gently caressing your cheek. “How did I get so lucky to be with you?” You asked softly, offering a smile as you leaned against his touch. “I’m the lucky one.” He mused, now moving to press a sweet kiss against your lips.

However, the kiss was only cut short whenever he could hear the ringtone on his phone designated for texts. “This guy is a real piece of work.” Your boyfriend muttered against your lips, opting to ignore the incessant sounds coming from his phone as he carried on your shared kiss. As the kids deepened, his hands were working to push your shirt over your head before his hands were working on your work pants. You hadn’t changed just yet, so he felt like he was definitely helping you out in the grand scheme of things.

Once you were undressed to his liking, it wasn’t long until your own hands were pushing at his clothes to bring him to the same level of unclothed as you were. “Lay down.” Spencer breathed as he broke the kiss, watching you push yourself back in bed before he was crawling on top of you to attach your lips once more. You were both eager, a lot of stress from this case as well as your own yearning for pleasure making things go just a little faster than usual. He used one hand to bring one of your legs around his waist, which prompted you to mirror your actions with your other leg.

Pushing your panties to the side, your boyfriend wasted no time pushing his cock inside of your eager cunt, a low groan leaving his lips as the hand propping him up was gripping the sheets. “Fuck. I love you.” He whispered, pressing a few sweet kisses to your lips. For once today, you felt like you could forget the officer from earlier, to enjoy the moment. Until Spencer was getting a call. “Are you kidding?” He huffed out of frustration, hips still thrusting at a slow pace as he was reaching over to take his cellphone from the bedside table.

“W-we should stop.” You breathed, knowing he had to take the call judging by the look on his face. “No. No, just lay there and take it, pretty girl. I’m gonna settle this once and for all.” He murmured. Before you could object, he was swiping to answer the call. “I don’t appreciate being ignored.” The male on the other end of the phone huffed. Just hearing his slimy voice had Spencer cringing. Using his shoulder to hold the phone up to his ear, he let out a soft breath. His hips thrusted into you at a faster speed, your lip tucked between your teeth as you really did try to keep quiet.

“She’s busy but I can take a message.” Spencer answered as if he wasn’t jackhammering you into the mattress right now, whines and moans slipping from your lips as you couldn’t hold them back anymore. “Who is this?” The officer asked, now his annoyance being clear as day. “Spencer!” You gasped out, answering his question without even being aware of it.

“You heard her. Tell the nice man on the phone who has the pleasure of fucking you.” Spencer grunted, making you red in the face as you gripped his upper arms. “You!”

“My name, baby. Tell him who gets to take you home every night.”

“Spencer!” You panted, head tossed back as he was pounding into your sweet spot.

“Now. If you’ll excuse me, I have important matters to attend to. I hope you get the hint.” He murmured.

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gangplanksorenji · 3 months

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Kinknuary Day 15: Blindfold/Sensory Deprivation

Pairing: aespa Karina x Male Reader

Word Count: 5,840

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“Alone today, huh?”

A visible shock was seen on Karina’s face as you startled her immediately and caught her off-guard, almost spat out her sweet concoction that she mostly treasured—well, for the time being.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Karina’s bewildered face tells exactly how she’s in utter shock seeing your face at such random times, but nonetheless, you see those orbs of hers lit up once she sees you.

“Well, can I just say I just want to come here and then by a great chance, I saw you here.” You cock an eyebrow at her and in response, she scoffs as she’s not falling for your lies here, again and maybe never again.

“Come on—” Karina pulls you by your wrists, closer to her before whispering to you, “—you came to see me here, don’t you? Plus—” Karina lets go of her tight onto your wrists as she relaxes herself and puts on a hubristic demeanor. “—you don’t really go to bars like this. Don’t make me a liar—I know you.”

Well, that’s like one of the two reasons why you chose to be even at this bar even though you’re always hectic to come and most preferably, wanting to stay home just to binge-watch some movies or play all the same four games you love playing—you came to see her, intentionally with a single goal in mind wanting to be fulfilled or you won’t be able to get a good night’s sleep.

Clicking your tongue as she cracks the code, you finally admitted your true purpose on being here and that didn’t lead Karina surprised in any way. “Okay, okay—I just came here to check on you because of what happened yesterday.” Your tone is sincere as Karina can hear it laced between every word you say as she stops drinking and averted her attention towards you.

“About what? What happened yesterday?” Karina’s tone is fused with puzzlement as she seems to not know what you’re talking about but you know how she’s brushing it off by trying to pretend to be oblivious and that won’t work on your watch, nonetheless what may happen. Sitting right beside her and placing your arms onto the table, you face her as your disposition weighs gravitas.

“I heard the news—you broke up with him and you’re here to drink it off, don’t you.”

You can see the visible frustration on Karina’s face the second you bring up the topic as she manages to maintain her obliviousness but that won’t last for long as it’s bound to break at any time now.

Karina scoffs as she raises her voice a little, provoking her inner rage from bringing up the forgetful event now, “ What do you even mean by that? Nothing even happened!”

“Oh, Karina, Karina, Karina—stop telling me that and I’m here to talk that with you.” Concern paints all over your face and as much as she’s incredibly stubborn in denying the truth, you chose to really be patient with her and address the situation where both parties won’t be provoked with anger and deep grudges at the end. “By the way, where are your friends? Aren’t they supposed to comfort you—”

“What are you even talking about??” Karina angrily boils her frustration out from even diving further onto the topic as she’s still in denial, the dormant rage inside her waiting to be boiled up and erupt soon like a volcano. “Also, they’re all busy and I want to be alone by myself!”

“Hey, hey—” You grabbed her wrists and made her face you as enchantingly, your gaze makes her calm down as you reassure her with your mellow tone and with touch on her hands “—I’m sorry for bringing that up but please, talk to me.”

Karina’s unstoppable fury finds its absolute demise as it slowly dissipates, your touch and your tone calming her down as she feels defeated and you can see it in her expressions and most of all, her eyes—her eyes that never lie. You know that you’re one of her weaknesses and can’t help but unveil the truth whenever she’s with you—for multiple case—and that's the beauty of it: you have each others’ trust and no one can break that apart, not even yourselves as the platonic love of being friends is within the both of you.

“Talk to me about what happened, Karina.”

You’re maybe crossing the line in terms of her privacy and the will to reflect but nonetheless, your advances are meant for the best for her as she probably needs someone to talk to, personally even though she’s not clearly vocal about it.

Now, gaining the courage and letting herself be in a state of tranquil, she lets herself be vocal about everything as she feels the utter comfort with you and with alone, puts a smile on your face. Karina then scoffs and lets out a deep sigh before looking at the distance, feeling vexed about the situation she just saw. “I saw him with someone else, kissing t-that another girl…”

You can sense Karina’s walls breaking down, piece by piece as she was deeply hurt at what she saw, leaving a wound down her heart that she absolutely can’t bear to deal with. Her voice gets hoarse as the emotions inside her are winning yet she still manages to tell you what happened despite the struggle she’s dealing with. “And like, I was like, a-at the distance and then, my w-world just fell down after that…”

Concern paints your face as you were disheartened at what happened as you think that hurt much worse knowing that it all happened ephemerally as she probably can’t comprehend how she’s badly hurt. “Oh fuck—I’m sorry t-to hear that, Karina…”

“Oh, you don’t n-need to be sorry.” Karina wipes her tears gracefully with her index finger as she faintly smiles at you, feeling a little grateful on listening to her. Of course, your curiosity took over you as you wanted to know more of what she saw, knowing for a fact that you may gather information or to do something with it.

“Have you seen the one he cheated with? Any features you saw on the girl?”

Karina scoffs again, yet this time, anger is starting to boil down as her face permeates vengeance and utter discomfort trying to think of that girl he cheated with but nonetheless, she gave you some vague answers. “I don’t really know ‘cause I didn’t really look at her but she’s probably my height and she has wavy, red hair—I think. Tch, don’t want to talk about that bastard anymore.”

You can definitely see how annoyed she is whenever she talks about the event she would want to completely forget. Knowing such vague information can’t really put you up onto a desirable conclusion to help her with a revenge, you’d probably want to keep yourself off at their problem as you want no more harm or much better, to completely brush this off as you want Karina’s heart to probably mend slowly with you by her side.

Yes, even if the line’s crossed only with being just friends with her, you show passion and support towards her and it;s further ignites with your true feelings of love for her. Yes, that’s right—you genuinely love her to the point that you’re being on her tail and obsessed with her but those are the days where you’re completely depressed and she herself helped out of it and ever since that happened, you’ve never looked at her the same way again (in a good way, though).

Your love for her is unconditional, that you only love to see her genuinely happy as always, and you’re willing to make her happy whenever she’s feeling down if possible… and that’s true love.

When Karina’s about to take another sip, you stop her as she’s shocked with your actions yet you’re just implying a better change for her as it’s for her own good, not yours. “Alcohol’s not always the way, Karina.”

Of course, Karina lightly glares at you, pouting slightly before giving her reasoning, “Come on, I paid for this—just let me finish it.”

“Okay, but that’s your last, alright? Don’t want you to go out of here drunk that you couldn’t see straight.”

Of course, she has a point and you let her be. It’s at least better than most of the ways you’re thinking when she’s depressed or not in the mood and you’ll do everything to enlighten that glowing delight she always had. Yes, you’re determined to make her happy and that’s what makes her grateful to have a friend like you…

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“I think we should go home.”

“To where, Karina?”

“My place—you can also stay for the night since I ditched his cheating ass.” Karina retorts, displaying her rage towards him and her authority over her place.

“Damn—never knew you’re brutal.”

“What do you mean I’m brutal? He definitely deserves it!” Karina exclaimed as she stated her point and you absolutely got it—her goddamn deserves it as you just played her with your own sarcasm, making her smile a little.

Even though with the free road and minimal traffic ahead, the ride was still killing enough time as you didn’t mind it, not when the both of you jammed onto the songs throughout the travel and even talked about some interesting topics that sure piqued both your interests as the both of you get to know each other even more. You can sense her happiness slowly recharging back to its original state as her constant bright smiles and laughs with you are enough of an evidence and that alone makes yourself feel gleeful for her own good.

“Well, I think, in your place it is…”

Well, if that’s the final conclusion, then you’ll be happy to be with for the rest of the night and maybe, something may go onto the road of no-return or something we called as a spicy one…

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“Wow, it's still as good as when I last came here.”

Karina can’t hide the chuckle she’s doing as she feels flustered with the said compliment, knowing that she organized it all well and it’s probably a man’s dream to have a home this simple yet luxurious in anyone’s eyes.

“Well, evil spirits may come and go but it’s all looking fine—you wanna eat something, though?”

With Karina’s polite approach towards you, you might not want to decline her offer as you’re on the verge of some unbearable hunger yourself. So, without a doubt, you agreed and stood up, approaching her as she’s still busy looking for food in the fridge.

“Do you want some fried chicken? I can microwave it if you want—”

“Yeah, sure, Rina. I’ll do it myself so you don’t have to and we’ll share this…”

You then grabbed the glass tupperware from the refrigerator full of fried chicken as you prepared the ceramic plate and grabbed four for the both of you. Karina smiles from your gentlemanly advances as you initiated to do the job yourself and even though she would want herself to do the job, you just insisted on doing it yourself and that makes her heart flutter a little. You then put those delicious chicken into the microwave and set up the timer, time being the tool to test your patience as you turned to talk to her in order to kill some time of waiting.

“By the way, why are you dressed like that even though you just went to the bar?” Again, curiosity peaks your interest as you’re a bit puzzled on why she’s looking like a majestic princess with that glittery one-piece dress with only a couple of her time to spare to just drink and reflect?

“Well, what if I told you that I just wanted to dress like this?” Karina feigns her denial again, as she’s not even trying to convince you with her demeanor as the lack of gravitas made you conclude that she did something before she even went to the bar.

“And that’s a major ‘what if’, Karina. You went somewhere that’s why you dressed like that, didn't you?” You’re tone laces hubris, as you know that she went somewhere elegant to dress with the same energy of elegance. She won’t deny herself—even though she technically didn’t, and just enlightened you with a proposition.

“Okay—me and my friends went to a party and I was hesitant at first but I gave in. Also, I’m sorry I lied to you, again…”

Well, that makes much more of a sense and not going to lie, the first time you laid your eyes on her, it was an enchanting experience—it felt like your world went into an abrupt stop as you’re mesmerized on how drop-dead gorgeous she is in all aspects you can think of: her pretty, perfectly-shaped face that's visuals are blowing your mind, her porcelain skin that you’d just want to run over your fingers to feel its smoothness, her hourglass figure and that dress complimenting her curves so well and more than what you could possibly tell.

Yes, you’re goddamn in love once you saw her and you won’t be a hypocrite and deny anything unlike her—it always has been this way yet you’re just scared to confess your true feelings towards her because of her relationship and now knowing she’s pretty much in a ‘single’ status, you’ll take this opportunity slowly as your chances would be higher.

Maybe, even though it’s selfish and partly wrong on your side, there’s no harm that can be done as you won’t lose everything and will have everything to win.

“Nah, it’s fine, Rina. Also, you look great in that outfit by the way. I love it on you.”

Karina inches closer on you while you’re still leaning onto the center table at the kitchen, waiting for the food to be heated. As she approaches you closely, you could sense some rising tension from her but brush it off, thinking it’s just one of your fallacies and delusions yet it becomes more evident when she’s just inches away from you, and smiling genuinely before eyeing on your chest and maintaining eye contact towards you.

“Thanks, glad you love this outfit on me but—” Karina intoxicates you with her sweet, alcoholic breath and then catching you off-guard with a torrid kiss that made your eyes lit up in shock and excitement, her immediate actions causing you to panic, your heart tripling its beat but nonetheless, you treasure every second invested onto the kiss as you eagerly reciprocated. You find the taste of her lips addicting as you fall under her spell and you find yourself diving deeper into the intimacy of such a hot kissing session.

The earlier turmoil was now calmed as the storm is now raging between the both parties, letting both your aggressions act up as your hands roams around her waist and her body and hers roaming around the back of your head which further ignites the fiery fervor between the both of you.

Such good things can be met with their own denouement as she pulls out of your lips’ embrace slowly, and then looking at your eyes endearingly and said, “I know what you're feeling—” Karina then points at your chest, onto your heart and continued, “—I can feel right here, beating for me.”

Well, her clever mind found out your genuine adoration towards her as there’s no point of turning back or denying—you just need confirmation from yourself even though it’s not needed, the beat of heart says so and she can feel it.

“You may not know this, Karina but—” Your hands then caressed her slender waist throughout the expensive clothing as your eyes captivate her, “—I've fallen in love with you ever since we’ve met yet I’m just scared to tell it all to you…”

You let yourself be free from the shackles that confined your true feelings for her as this opportunity should be seized up to its finest. You’ve never felt such a great sigh of relief until she directed what you’re really feeling and now with yourself being free and eased up, you couldn’t contain your need for her as you’re the one who initiated another kiss this time as the sloppy sounds of it became evident on how much you needed each other. Such clashing of soft fleshes never felt so good, and it’s better when Karina’s tongue starts dancing all over yours, intertwined as both muscles fight for dominance and utter adoration. With the messy, sloppy kisses that’s been going on for minutes, the both you further indulged into it as you didn’t mind the messy saliva that was all over your mouth since you’ve started.

“God—y-you’re such a great kisser…”

“You too, Karina—I never knew I needed this.”

Karina sighs as she felt flustered from your actions, and enlightened you with her own feelings too. “I never knew I’ll feel the same as you did to me, honestly…”

You felt a surge of serotonin when Karina grabbed your hand and directed it onto her chest—even though it's a little uncomfortable due to the feeling of accidentally touching her busts, you’d trust her because you trust her—and then, you can feel the subsequent fast beating of her heart.

That alone makes you feel flustered knowing that the feelings are mutual between each other and you’d like to take a step further yet you need great pace with that, of course.

“Can you feel it? It’s just the same as what you’re feeling too…”

Exchanging smiles because of the comfortable feeling she has shown you, you initiated another torrid kiss yet this time, you didn’t fully invest your attention towards kissing her intimately but rather, fondled her massive mounds that you’ve always wanted to touch yet something provoked her which scared you.

“Hey! Oohh~”

“Oh shit—I’m sorry, Karina—”

“No!” Karina then grabbed your hand as she directed it onto her mounds for another time, making you involuntarily squeeze them gently and fondle them with care and in response, she moaned beautifully as its almost inaudible yet it blessed your ears and it’s such a brilliant cacophony to hear. “I want more of this~”

Given the green light, you gently kiss her neck and collarbones while fondling her tits with care and inevitably, she lets out such angelic moans that you can listen to all damn day if it means to make you feel good on your end too. Your hands can’t latch onto anything but her pillowy mounds that are magnetized within your touch as you can’t be bothered to stop due to how stress-relieving and soft those are—you’ll definitely treasure this one as Karina herself is more than a golden treasure you’re glad you can possess.

It didn’t take long before she let you take off her dress within a single motion, removing the strap off just to unveil her taut nipples all on display and you could feel your hunger coursing down your veins once you saw those buds being stiff. Of course, wanting Karina to be comfortable, you need her permission first before doing anything that can let anybody know how insatiable she is for you.

“May I?” You asked while kneeling down in level with her chest and with that actions if yours, she’s getting the grip of what you want to accomplish for both of your gratifications.

“Go ahead, baby—oh fuck! There~ ohh—shit,so good!”

Subsequent moans escape her lips as you gently nibble the bud with your teeth and then latch your tongue on it to stimulate the taut nipple, offering the best quality of pleasure possible for her. While you’re fully invested on feasting onto the succulent taste of her mounds, Karina takes some energy to let you know about her wants as you stopped and take some time to eavesdrop on her proposition.

“C-can we take this on my b-bedroom—there’s more room there for us to do this, or maybe even m-more—ahh~”

Within a speed of light, you instantly agreed onto it as she faintly smiled yet full of glee with the wants being mutual. “Of course, Karina—we should’ve thought about this sooner, honestly.”

“You’re right—but let’s g-go now. I can’t wait to see what you can do for, and to me…”

It’s only a matter of time before you settle yourselves onto the climax of the show where everything will be unveiled, within your very eyes…

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“Oh gosh—k-keep doing that, baby…”

Constant fondling ensues as the sultry sounds escaping her lips fuels you to further keep up the pace and the momentum going. It was pleasurable for the both of you, as her constant, subtle writhing was enough of an evidence everytime you lay your fingers or your lips onto her sensitive body as you worship it, from head to toe, probably.

Even with all of these things on the way, you can’t help but think of one thing that’s been clouding your mind ever since and with that thought, it would be perfect but you need to enlighten Karina first with your proposition as it’s willing to find the best gratification between both parties.

Now laying onto the bed, you look deeply at Karina’s glowing orbs as you mutter, “I think there’s one way to make these things better, for you and me…”

Karina’s eyes lit in excitement on what you may have in store, and also, anticipation fully rules over her and so is curiosity, making up for all the elements of being a cute, curious cat that she most likely possesses.

“Hm, you’ll see, Karina—but for now—” You let herself rest on the bed as you rose up and got something onto her drawer. Karina trusts you truly as she let herself fully anticipate your possible reward and as you face her again, she notices a black strip of cloth being brought over by you as she’s perplexed with that, thinking what you may do to her.

“Why do you have that? What are you going to do with it?”

You smirk with your devilish thoughts in mind, opting to let her anticipate for the fullest yet you’ll let her know what you had in mind that probably corrupted you for so long. “You know, Rina, I’ve thought of really doing this with you but only if you want to…”

“What is it?”

You leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Maybe a blindfold will make things better, isn’t it?”

Of course, Karina’s eyes glisten with everything that’s lustful and utter anticipation as you almost feel like you’re going to submerge into kissing her but you refrain from that, sticking onto the plan that you have in store for her. Karina then rose up from her previously laid position as every movement she does with her naked body in display is just hypnotizing yet you didn’t bother yourself drooling and wrapped her head with the dark cloth that’s on your hands, forming up a blindfold that will make anything more pleasurable as her senses will took over her, letting her savor every moment possible.

“Too tight?”

“No, it’s perfectly fine…” You can see Karina’s head wandering around as her lack of vision lets her fight-and-flight response to activate but with her utmost trust bestowed towards you, she feels comfortable as she succumbs to your care and you’ll absolutely treat her with what your heart can do, at its best.

“You sure you can’t see anything, Karina?” Of course, you need to double-check and further confirm if she can’t see anything before you start the multiple things you’ll do with her as Karina nods eagerly, persuading you that all she can see are dark hues and nothing else.

“What number is this?” Still hesitant, you draw your fingers into the air and form a number ‘three’ with it to make sure Karina can’t see anything. Growing impatient, Karina whines adorably as she’s still convincing you that she can’t see anything but in reality, you’re just annoying her just to see how adorable she is and how that cuteness of hers will soon fade when you sullied her—

“Come on, can you just—ooh—oh! That’s g-good~” Karina, still on the trance of being feisty, moaned immediately once you’ve pinch her taut buds with your fingers as you slowly relaxed her slender figure onto the bed, letting her imagination be her limit as she uses her senses to attend her needs and feel such gratification. You continue fondling her mounds until your other hands roam onto her toned midriff, her smooth, creamy thighs that you definitely nuzzle on for hours and the main event, her succulent, wet pussy that’s ready to take you, more than anything.

“You like that, Karina—the way my fingers just tease you? Oh, you could just feel it and if you can see right now, you’d probably know how wet you are, dripping onto the sheets…” With her heightened senses, she muffled her moans in order to feel and hear every action you do onto her body yet she can’t, and rather find each moan increasing in volume as she voices out her delight. You could hear her pleas as she seems needy and helpless with her state, and you, yourself, can’t even bear to see her whining uncontrollably without her needs being attended to yet you need more foreplay to fire the lust that’s been igniting inside her.

“Just a bit more, Karina—just wanna let you feel how good this is…”

“I k-know but p-please, baby—I can’t t-take it anymore!”

You can’t just let her plead for eternity, and even with your own needy self being encouraged to dive into it deeper, you listen to the voices inside your head and let your hips do the work—the mere containment of each others’ needs shouldn’t be retained further, and let everything be unveiled.

With only her sense aiding up to make herself be in the momentum of peak pleasure, she could only know you’re planning something ahead of this as she yelped once she felt your tip brushing against her wet folds and immediately, her thighs quiver and she squirmed in need in response of your teasing actions. With the deprivation of her senses, especially on her vision, she could only moan (almost screams) in need once you’ve plunged your length inside her and even with only your tip being hugged by her velvety walls, you could definitely feel her tightness as it’s gripping like its last and that’s one hell to define utter gratification.

“Fuck—you’re s-so tight, Karina—shit, so fucking tight!”

“Oh god—y-you’re so big—so good, oh god! I n-never felt this good!!”

You then start to pump onto her gripping walls with a moderate pace, aiming for her to really feel the pleasure and they way how your cock moves inside her wet cunt. Not being able to see opens a lot of opportunities especially when imagining something, and that’s probably what Karina’s doing as she treasures every thrust you do, your movements only aiming to further increase her needs for you and her libido. You start off slow, and gradually, build up the pace for some time yet you want to extend that so that Karina will most likely savor every hammer you do onto her wet, squelching cunt as her moans are strong evidence that she’s loving every second of this.

With only your tip inside when you withdraw, and then slamming back in, balls-deep is such an incredible factor that Karina finds, especially when she can’t see anything and would just feel everything you do. You’re hammering onto her wet cunt hard as you savor the grip her pussy does around to your raging length and to further stimulate her, you won’t just grip her hips and fuck her with a constant, relentless pace but rather, let her feel more than just one epicenter of attraction. With deep hunger and insatiability over her, your lips latch onto her sharp collarbones and her neck, making her feel your affection alongside your constant pumps into her pussy. The stimulation she’s experiencing right now is more than phenomenal as everything you do highlights every single detail on the utter gratification she’s feeling and that alone is such a great feeling for her to feel. It didn’t take long before you fondle her mounds again for the umpteenth time to further pleasure her as both your moans resonates around the puny room that’s soon will unable to cover them all, releasing symphonies of lust in which, will be the last thing you want to encounter.

“Does it feel better, Karina?”

It took her seconds before she could come up to articulate what you’ve just said, the peak pleasure she’s feeling frying her brain and making her incapable of thinking straight. “Y-Yes, it does—oh god, w-we should’ve done t-this sooner—ahh~”

You suckle onto the porcelain skin of her neck, tasting the musky flavor of her skin as sweat dribbled over it, the heat of the moment finally being permeated onto minuscule droplets. Your harsh suckling tends to almost mark her, which she can feel as her hands roam all over your torso, specifically on your chest as she mutters, “D-Don’t mark me p-please…”

“Yeah, yeah, I won’t mark you, Karina, don’t worry…”

Now, with a profound fervor and intense rush of need towards her, your hips are now starting to quickly build up a breakneck pace, maybe, capable of breaking her in half as you go ruthless, letting your animalistic urges take over you. Your constant rhythm sends both of your brains into an overdrive that no one can fix but yourselves and you may not even bother too, wanting yourselves to dive in between your devilish needs and the utter wanton needs that you’ve been longing for and been deprived of for a long time.

Having enough of showering her with kisses and the fondling of her tits that further submits her into utter submission, you then held her frame with both of your hands on her hips as you ensued a more ruthless pace, further hammering her wet cunt with no point of mercy and even returning back as her moans are now being converted to needy whimpers and cries which further fuels you to increase your quality of thrusts. Her senses being deprived is maybe a blessing in disguise, because on what you can conclude, she’s becoming more wetter and letting her imagine what could be happening—even down to the last, minute details—is just throwing gasoline onto the flames of lust and your needs.

Now, with a newly-crafted pace, another rhapsody has been orchestrated as it hits a series of wonders throughout your brain and Karina’s, as the pleasure was being the tool of forming melodies to voice out your satisfactions. She then wrapped her legs around your waist as you continue hammering her wet folds like there’s no tomorrow, her moans encouraging you for more and for the best of everything even though it isn’t needed—if you could only see the glint of lust within her eyes, and how it glows is her own, wanton needs, then you’ve probably broke loose and speaking of that, it’s coming not for long and it’s just going to be better.

With the constant barrage of uncontrollable thrusts resonating such cacophonous sounds of bodies clashing together and such angelic moans, it wasn’t long before Karina deemed herself to reach closer to her eternal bliss, chasing her orgasm with her hips gyrating onto your constantly ramming length and then—

“I’m super c-close—gahh, ooh~”

The world lit up white as she succumbs onto that bliss, despite the darkness that envelops her vision as she unshackles the beast inside her, creaming all over your length as it stains everywhere on its vicinity of your nether regions: your length, your balls, the bed sheets, and some even shooting onto the floor but those were only minimal amounts.

With the arousing sight of Karina cumming hard as she can’t manage to really control how hard her orgasm hit her, it wasn’t long before you could also feel yourself drawing close to the ring of fire. With more ruthless thrusts in order to chase yours, it’s all bound to break as you immediately find your lips latching onto hers, sharing a torrid kiss in which she eagerly reciprocated and then, everything came loose.

You bury your entire length, filling her up to the hilt as you deepen the kiss, letting her know how you’re in your approaching orgasm as you fill her up with multiple streaks of thick, warm semen that’s bound to set both yourselves onto the state of paramount bliss, in which, it does. You pull out of the torrid kiss as the muffled moans from earlier are being vocally being heard, finally voicing out how great the both of you are feeling throughout your orgasm and her walls being painted white.

Now, with your impending orgasm, you slowly limp beside her as you recover from your high as does Karina, breathing heavily, chest heaving for air. You then turn onto her and remove her blindfold in one, swift motions and god, she looks ethereal, like a beautiful butterfly emerging from its cocoon as her beauty never fails to amaze you, let alone adore her in levels you can’t comprehend. She smiled widely as her endearing eyes greets you, feeling satisfied that you’ve dumped a nice volume of load inside her cunt that she’s been longing for so long now.

“Oh, that was w-way better than I expected…”

The both of you exchange smiles as delight can be felt coursing down your veins, and you immediately voiced out how great the experience was. “See? I know you’ll love these kinds of things—I told you…”

The two of you shared another intimate kiss, but this time, it’s fully passionate as the ardor between both parties ignite and not so long after, she pulled out of your lips’ embrace as you hugged her tightly, feeling the warmth of her body complimenting yours as the intense surge of adrenaline of pure passion is just clouding both your minds, unable to find out of such a wholesome cuddling session.

“Thanks for c-cumming inside me—I really wanted that for so long.”

You scoff, feeling a little shy yet in all arms in terms of giving her what she wanted. “No problem, Karina—you felt great too… Hah…”

With silence permeating the air on the once lust-filled room, the both of you stared at each other endearingly before Karina thought that something’s not right and suddenly, a spark ignites inside her—

“Oh gosh—the chicken! We totally forgot about it!!”

And well, gladly your hunger met a hindrance, and guess what? It was all for the better as you get to bless yourself with the treatment of Karina’s insatiability and that alone, is a five-star meal you’re willing to savor and cherish for the time being.

Perhaps, maybe treat you to another, if given the right time…

#kinknuary 2024 #aespa smut #karina smut #aespa x male reader #karina x male reader

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luciddownloading · 5 months

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Planets in the 12th House 🧿

SUN IN THE 12TH HOUSE: Multiple personalities and they're all confusing. Either seems like a narcissist or a wallflower but they're really not. Most of them are massive insomniacs but also can freakishly thrive on very little sleep. MUST work on their solar plexus chakra (may either be blocked or overactive). A lot of them strongly believe in past lives/reincarnation and could be very naturally tapped into their Akashic Records. Deja Vu 24/7. In the arts, they are absolute icons and trendsetters. Could be more of a leader in their creative field but passive otherwise. If their father is in their life, no one drives them crazier but there is no one they admire and respect more. If not, they feel better off without a father and don't see it as a void in their life.

MOON IN THE 12TH HOUSE: The "child whisperer"; babies and kids instantly feel safe and soothed and understood around them. Capable of 100 different moods in the span of a day. Yet will insist they're "fine" when you ask. Uncannily capable of telling when others are not as happy as they appear. CLAIRSENTIENCE. An empath who needs to protect their energy for the sake of their sanity. Must express their emotions maturely or else they get very self-destructive. Deep, deep love of movies or music that may just be a hobby. Most feel incredibly indebted to their mothers or can have a very codependent motherly bond. Messy as hell sleeping schedule: staying up late, sleeping in late, insomnia, sleeping 10 hours, etc.

MERCURY IN THE 12TH HOUSE: Throat chakra probably needs a lot of healing. Could have a speech impediment early in life or be neurodivergent. They could also be judged very harshly (and unfairly) for their accent. Knows what people are thinking somehow and it freaks them out. Clairaudient abilities. Secretly very shrewd and cunning. Learned how to "play dumb" or "say less" early in life so people can't predict their next move. They have highly communicative Spirit Guides and they're always interacting with them but they may not be consciously aware of it. Natural channelers or mediums. NOTHING is a coincidence to them. They see signs in everything because they're always in dialogue with the Universe.

VENUS IN THE 12TH HOUSE: The biggest sweethearts but may hide that by acting kind of "mean". The best connections for them are the ones who see the big softie under the tough exterior. A lot of powerful feminine Spirit Guides around them. May also be very connected to love/beauty goddesses like Aphrodite or Freya. Is either seen as a goddess type or has a strong romantic relationship with a partner with big goddess energy (regardless of gender). Major Twin Flame vibes. Major soulmate connections. A divine counterpart could spiritually awaken them or even act as a guide (in human form or in the Spirit Realm). Art = healing. Could make their best art about the one they love or in collaboration with them. Heart chakra blockages that must be addressed.

MARS IN THE 12TH HOUSE: A dormant volcano that rarely explodes but causes total devastation when it does. Recurring nightmares that may haunt them through adulthood. Might be incredibly drawn to "scary" art: horror movies, heavy metal, grotesque visual art, etc. Would SERIOUSLY benefit from taking up boxing, self-defense or any kind of martial arts. As a teenager, they probably convinced adults they were perfectly well-behaved all while secretly drinking, having sex or smoking a lot. Becomes more open about their "bad behavior" with age. If they don't let themselves rebel, they'll implode/break down/become very destructive. Probably needs to heal their sacral chakra. Knows how to fulfill all their partner's sexual fantasies/desires but needs to express theirs.

JUPITER IN THE 12TH HOUSE: Knowing that abundance is not just about money. They have an abundance of many spiritual/emotional/creative blessings (love, inner peace, talent, psychic abilities) and financial abundance follows. People constantly being jealous of them and they're just like, "Jealous of what?" Their humility and belief that everyone can win brings them more blessings. Incredibly inspirational. They make people want to be better versions of themselves. DREAMERS. Figuratively and literally; their actual dreams are like nightly movies. Constantly rescued or kept out of trouble by their Guides. Very active spiritual life. May start life very religious but benefits from exploring lots of spiritual paths.

SATURN IN THE 12TH HOUSE: Somehow super-grounded and very otherworldly, at the same time. Most likely to make skeptics see the truth or value in spirituality or psychic phenomena. Some may claim to be skeptics themselves but that's either just a phase or what they tell themselves to cope with this reality. Very powerful and natural psychic gifts that they may resist, dismiss or fear until they're called to embrace them. Although they see themselves as a hot mess, a LOT of people look up to and admire them. Major "older sibling" energy (regardless of if they actually are a big brother/sister or not). Also, "wise mentor" energy. VERY divinely protected. They have a lot of masculine, formidable Spirit Guides who do not mess around when it comes to them. One or two of their Guides or just a compassionate mentor may play a fatherly role in place of their father figure in this life, who could be absent, passed on or emotionally checked out.

URANUS IN THE 12TH HOUSE: Highly clairvoyant. As artists, this makes them ahead of the current trends and very cutting-edge. They could also have predictive dreams and visions. Raven Baxter vibes (including the chaos and calamities). Very good at convincing others that they are straight-laced or "normal" but the weirdness eventually slips through. Might be a model child and save all their rebelliousness for adulthood. Or they could be a model citizen but totally wild behind closed doors. They stand out through either controversial artistic statements or a very unique fashion sense. Really sensitive to mental health issues. Kind of like medication in human form; can help stabilize people's instabilities.

NEPTUNE IN THE 12TH HOUSE: Virtually hypnotizes people, without even trying. They have a striking beauty that is more about their aura/energy than looks (even though they may be gorgeous). Magical, mystical beings. A fairy, elf, mermaid, etc in human form. Often feels burdened/cursed by the pedestal others put them on. Humbly owns their flaws/faults while others are like, "Nah, you're kind of perfect actually". Seen as an angelic presence or guiding light to those they influence. Can go to some DARK inner places but can also heal/redeem themselves. Extremely psychic and trusts their intuition. Third eye and crown chakra are wide-open. Spirituality is the air they breathe. Highly connected to their past lives and were most likely artists or spiritual teachers in previous lifetimes, repeating those skills in this one.

PLUTO IN THE 12TH HOUSE: Often has to play the villain before they can become the hero. Get accused of absolutely untrue or unfounded things by people who are threatened by them. Can develop a very "bad reputation" that hides the fact that they're actually really nice or level-headed. However, they secretly enjoy being feared so they may encourage that illusion around them. Many of them have natural, powerful witchcraft abilities, due to a past life or more as a witch. As a result, they may be incredibly drawn to the occult/paganism or be one of those intense "that stuff is evil and demonic!!!" types. Their Spirit Guides are forces to be reckoned with, delivering retribution to their enemies yet also giving these people "cruel to be kind" lessons that change their lives. Walking bullshit detectors. Forces people to deal with their hidden truth but become more subtle and graceful about it with age.

#astrology #12th house #12th house planets #12th house placements #12th house stellium #sun in the 12th house #moon in the 12th house #mercury in the 12th house #venus in the 12th house #mars in the 12th house #jupiter in the 12th house #saturn in the 12th house #uranus in the 12th house #neptune in the 12th house #pluto in the 12th house

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liliannadelaphinehartifelt · 2 months

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Alastor - [ ELATION ]

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A/N: This was originally an nsfw quick thought but it spiraled out of control so I guess it's a story sneak peak now?!…

WARNINGS: [ NSFW ] + [ MDNI ] + [ FEM READER ]

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You look down on him. Pure joy on your face as he kneels, sitting there at your feet, and all at his will.

It feels so odd but intoxicating. You, so much smaller than him, who can only harness half the power he holds and are seen by everyone as the softest being ever to grace the hotel halls. You, an almost picture-perfect doll many thought fell from heaven, towering over one of the most feared overloads without a hint of fear in you.

Alastor at your whim, willingly, and all because you flattered him with your existence. So polite, so sweet, and so daring. You were fragile and fearless, an ordinary sinner who had him wrapped around her little finger within minutes of your first meeting.

And you knew it.

You knew it and you used it against him shamelessly.

One look from your doe-like eyes and he felt incapable of refusing any wish you asked of him.

It gave you a rush, confidence even, and boosted your hidden ego, knowing you could crumble such a powerful demon to his knees so quickly. The slight smile you'd learned to showcase daily became a grin looking down on him now, in the confines of his room, in the dead of night…

You'd come to him for attention, and though he was busy preparing the script for his next broadcast, he immediately disregarded it as you waltzed into his space.

“Hm, seems you missed me a lot, Al,” you teased him with a giggle, perching yourself on the sofa he'd just been lounging on himself and lowering your gaze as he crouched his taller frame before you.

A true gentleman….acting without being told to.

How sweet….

“My dear,” he addresses you quietly, smile ever present as you tipped his head up with your stocking-clad foot; the soft black fabric reached your thighs, drawing his attention to the exposed skin above it as you playfully nudged his chin to refocus his wandering gaze.

“My eyes are up here, sir. Don't you know it's impolite to gawk at a lady?” You flash a closed-eye smile while chastising him, crossing one leg over the other as he looks upon your face, but he finds it incredibly hard to leave it there as the silk of your nightgown shifts with your every move.

Alastor could easily rip it off, pin you down, and take what he wanted from you.

Use you for all your worth and dare you to run as he did…

He had the power to but basked in your control instead, loving the trivial games you'd play with his undead heart and undeniably amused by your confidence to do so.

You didn't need his affections, his ownership, or permission.

Protection or popularity wasn't your prerogative either…

You needed nothing from the feared Radio Demon…

Not a single thing…

But you would damn sure take everything from him.

“What is it that you desire, sweetheart? Tell me, and it's yours…” Alastor felt his chest lose all its air as you giggled again, humming quietly, hearing his offer and only answering him when you'd taken an excellent, sultry look at him.

“Anything?” you question him, reaching out to gently pet his ears, brushing the same delicate fingers through his town-toned hair a couple of times before tracing over his hidden antlers. Alastor felt an invisible shiver rack his body as you toyed with the familiar areas, aware of their sensitivity but selfishly stimulating them to get his reactions.

“Anything…you want..” the stag groaned lowly, smile growing tight as you massage his right ear before switching to the other and using that hold to drag him closer while uncrossing your legs. He obediently leaned in, the subtle scent of your aroused heat stirring a dormant hunger in him instantly and the plushness of your thighs fitting perfectly into his clawed hands as he reached for you.

You moaned quietly as he dragged his claws over your skin, careful not to rip your stockings, panting heavily against your clothed cunt like a starved man.

It'd been days since he last tasted you, had his fill of your cunt that you so graciously allowed him access to, and Alastor had long forgotten how to mask his greed for it…

He saw no point in hiding his craving when you came to him in a state like this. Demanding and desperate, just the same as he was.

“So…” you sighed in delight as he nuzzled his head closer, blood-red eyes drifting up to meet yours as you continued to speak, “…you’ll help me fall asleep then? One last time…”

A lie.

You both knew you'd return to him for all your needs, desires, and troubles.

“One last time “ meant nothing to Alastor and even less to you.

“Of course, I will, my darling…” he let the static drop from his voice, admiring how your small canines dug into your bottom lip, eyes lidding over with unmistakable pleasure.

That was all you needed to hear from Alastor, voicing no refusal as he shifted closer to your heart and moaned loudly as he passed his tongue over your clothed heat once, then twice before ripping it away with his sharp teeth.

You jolted from sudden action, not startled by Alastors microaggressions and rather proud of yourself for causing such a ravenous reaction. “Careful, or you might hurt me, Al…” you feigned concern, petting his head gently as a lazy smile tugged at your lips, and said deer demon responded to your coy reprimand by slowly lapping at your folds.

“Oh, mmm…” Your back arched from the velvet cushions you sat against, hands fisting the fabric of his red dress shirt as he wrapped an arm around each of your thighs, effectively keeping you still.

His grip was bruising, a normal pain you'd come to expect since you tended to struggle to tease his efforts at pleasing you, but your little habit persisted.

“Y-you think- ahm…you think you deserve this?… To have me…t-to get anything you want…ah…” you writhed in his hold, glaring at him vengfully despite drowning in a pool of ecstasy everytime he passed his unruly tongue over entrance. Alastor chuckled at your brazen remarks, reveling your warmth as he switched between teasing your clit and exploring your inner walls, and you lost your breath from the familiar pattern.

He knew you inside and out, committed your every reaction to memory, and thrived off seeing your tender body betray your power-hungry mentality.

Your thighs trembled as his tongue slithered deeper into your cunt, leaving no inch of it unexplored while his gaze remained on your flushed face. He couldn't look away, not when you threw your head back before letting out a string of whimpers, blinking back tears as your hips rolled closer to his face.

He had you now, legs shaking, and your count steadily streaming a mix of his saliva and your cum.

He had you, and there wasn't a thing you could do to stop him.

You'd asked for it…

“Earn it…earn me…Alastor,” you praised his efforts through grateful moans, vibrating with pleasure as the coil in your stomach curled itself impossibly tight the longer he feasted on your cunt. Stars dotted your vision as your high approached, his distorted groans and deathly grip coaxing it.

Blood trickled on your thighs, his nails gradually digging deeper into the fabric covering them, but you refused to care as Alastair brought you over the edge.

“That's enough..” you whine as his tongue swirls inside of your cunt, leaving nothing to waste as you come down from your high. He didn't relent to the ministrations, overstimulating you on purpose, and you tugged one of his ears roughly to correct him. Alastor grunted in pain, grimacing at you as he backed away from your entrance slowly, “What a violent little thing you are.” He chastises you, eyes narrowing as a huff leaves your lips, “And you're an arrogant son of a bitch…” you snap back childishly.

His eyes glow bright red at your snarky remark, smile widening as you follow it up with an innocent smile. No one but you could get away with talking to him that way, smug and inconsequential.

Indeed, Alastor would find a way to fuck the meaning of genuine fear into you…

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This was literally a drabble…ughh my writers block is actually debilitating atp… :(

[ BONUS CONTENT + ]

His eye brow raise kills me everytime…like okay yes sir whatever you say sir mhm will do sir no need to ask me twice sir!!! ❤️ credit to the creator

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[MESSAGE FROM THE CLERGY]

An important (and overwinded) announcement regarding this blog below the cut.

Hello everyone! This is Rawkin Ghoul/ Tumblr Ghoul/ Tumblrina/ Soda/ etc etc.

First thing’s first: no, this blog is not an official Ghost social media account.

I started this blog in late 2022 when ghost-official started blowing up (I do not believe this one to be real either, and honestly I won’t believe they have a Tumblr until it is linked on their official website) and thought, “wow, I could make a better Ghost blog than that. One that’s way better organized and actually advertises properly for them, and posts regularly!” So I did.

Originally it was meant as just that, a little joke between some friends, and wasn’t meant to really get farther than that. But then I thought, Ghost does have a lot of fans on Tumblr- a lot of exquisitely talented and devoted fans. Maybe I can kinda “roleplay” it for a while, build almost a bit of a portfolio, and then either offer the blog to management or offer to run it for them officially, for fun, if they were interested.

More time passes and more people followed. I thought “xofficial” as a username was a common enough joke/ gimmick that people would realize it wasn’t for real (and in fact, when I first searched the URL, I found that this username was once in use years ago! Sorry, previous owner), especially after posting that April Fools joke post- this was wrong of me to assume. There are a lot of roleplay/ joke “official” Ghost accounts all over the web but I failed to really properly disclaim that I was one of them.

I of course don’t plan to reach out to Ghost anymore and haven’t for some time, for multiple reasons including Tumblr just not being a good website for advertising. But another one is I got pretty loose on here. Tumblr is so different from Twitter and Insta and all that- you guys (and myself! I go here too) don’t want to have someone sell something to you- but you do love interaction and jokes and solving things together.

I think we can all admit it- when Ghost is dormant, the fans can get bored and even agitated, and can start to have a go at eachother. I’m certainly not guiltless there either. I wouldn’t say I’m notorious or even particularly well known in general but I’ve gotten into drama here and there. I figured the blog would be a fun way not just to distract the community, but really engage with it. The blog passed 5k a month or so ago and I started thinking, we could do something really cool with it. Smaller events like fanart contests and zines. But what if we did more? Organizing pre-ritual meetups. Larger community projects like fan-made music videos. ARG. Maybe even a short video game- there are so many incredibly skilled and hard-working Ghost fans and I wanted to try to bring them together because I think our love for Ghost, for whatever reason we love them, screams so loud and everyone deserves recognition (also a reason I started Fanart Friday as a regular thing).

You guys know I do my best to keep up with your tagging and what you’re saying and everything and I’ve seen the people pointing out the blog isn’t real from the beginning- I didn’t want to address it directly at first because I thought if nothing else people enjoyed the mystery.

But, more lately there’s been more and more people who are agitated, disappointed, and even a little scared to hear that this blog is not official.

I want to offer my very sincere apologies to people who I made feel that way. I should have made it obvious sooner- I know so well that there are a lot of very young Ghost fans especially who wouldn’t necessarily surmise that this isn’t real. I’m really sorry to those of you I disappointed.

I will never ask you for money here, or any personal information, or send asks anonymous or otherwise from here or my main personal blog as “Tumblr Ghoul”. I have had one person ask to message me so I messaged them to allow them to do that. If somebody contacts you claiming to be the person running this blog, they are lying. Please block them. My interactions here I aim to keep as public as possible, hence being increasingly liberal with replies and reblogs as the number of people interacting grew.

My only goal with this blog is to advertise for a band that I love and to entertain/ help the fandom when and where I can. I love and appreciate all the fanart and interest in the character of Tumblr Ghoul but I don’t want anybody to feel obligated to me and I especially don’t want to hurt anybody. I started this blog for fun and that how I want it to remain- fun for everyone.

People pointed out when I didn’t post for some time a few months back and it was because I had lost interest in the blog and was going through a rough time- and then one particularly bad day I got on to check it by chance and just seeing your guy’s tags and comments made me feel so much better. I tell people that I found Ghost when I really needed a friend and they fulfilled that for me, but the past few months you guys have done just the same for me. I am so sorry to have betrayed that and made you feel unsafe and lied to in return.

As of posting I do intend to still run the blog as I have been (with a disclaimer added to the bio regarding the legitimacy of this account)- posting about tours, chapters, merch, etc, as well as Fanart Friday. I 100% understand if anybody doesn’t want to be involved in that, so anybody who has tagged me in something and don’t want it on the blog now, I can open messages and you can let me know. I will probably close them again after a week or so if I get a large flood of unrelated messages.

Please do not message me asking me who I am, who knows about the blog, etc. Gaining popularity was never something I wanted from this so I will stay anonymous, for the time being at the very least. A very small number of people know who is behind the blog and to my knowledge only one of them is even on Tumblr and in the fandom.

Thank you for all the support you’ve shown me, Ghost, and eachother. It can be easy to see the bad parts of a community and roll your eyes electing to keep your distance, but since starting this blog I’ve been reminded what good community is even when it’s frustrating sometimes.

Thank you for reading, I won’t hold it against anybody who wants to separate themselves from this blog at this point, and please don’t let my oversight and general dummyness sour your experience with Ghost or its other fans. Enjoy the rest of this tour and whether it’s with or without me, please keep rawking 🤘 Be good to eachother.

Thank you.

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cloudninetonine · 6 months

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A Player's Aid: Chapter 16

Fandom: Legend of Zelda, Linked Universe

Warnings: Bad langaue, mentions of conflict, mentions of intimidation (??), mentions of blood, stabbing (??? Wild has been stabbed by an arrow), Tears spoilers (Great Fairy new location)

The few following seconds shared one of the two reactions you were expecting.

Jack shit.

Everyone still watching, waiting- the longer you stood idly with the stone still dormant under your palm the harder your face fell until the scowl was obvious to see.

“That it?” More to yourself than anything, you glanced down to Wind who shared the same disappointed look.

“I guess.”

What a barrel of fun.

It seemed such mystery would lay underdiscovered for a little longer, your heart dropping in disappointment. You didn’t like not knowing, didn’t like the unknown behind the veil of magic continuing to hide your purpose. Ridiculous. It was ridiculous. Why couldn’t you have been given the slightest hint to what was going on? Why were you being held in the dark? You weren’t supposed to be here, in some mediaeval wonderland with horrid creatures lurking in the dark or under the guise of humanity- Hylianity? Oh, who even gave a fuck.

“This was fucking pointless.” You muttered, dejectedly. “Let’s just go.”

Wind patted your hand in a show of sympathy, Wild joining your opposite side to send you a smile with similar emotion.

Robbie shrugged. “Eh, you win some, you lose some.”

Behind you someone began to speak, your body turning to address them-

And suddenly it was gone.

Everything was gone. Like the sun had suddenly gone out, along with the stars, the galaxies- like the land beneath you had been sucked away by an unknown force as you stood stock still in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Hands still visible, body still intact, your eyes widened in a confused little horror while you glanced around the area with comical silence.

…

“....Am I tweaking-”

BASS BOOST.

It was the best way to describe it. Like standing next to a speaker in a club, the sound waves close to bursting your own ears as you screamed in surprise and made a move to cover them. Light accompanied it, blinding and raw as it pierced even your eyelids after snapping them shut to save your own sight. Flashing colours and screaming volumes, you curled into a tight ball to save your senses as everything flew right towards you- what was this? Some sort of rave turned to the level hell?

Only one way to find out.

Forcing yourself to open your eyes you saw continuous flashes. The changing colours turned to solid pictures, the scene around you changing each passing second practically leaving you dumbfounded. What were these images? It took all the power in you to focus on only the tiniest tidbits of it.

Field. Red poppies.

Mountain. Encased in snow.

Cave. A stream that led to light.

Your eyes fell to the floor, a surface that seemed to flutter like waving water beneath your boots with the familiar veins of blue that ran rapidly into the abyss.

The screaming was still too loud, the feeling of liquid slowly rolling out of your ears and into your gloves only proving that along with tears of pain rolling down your cheeks. Oh god, oh god it hurt and it just wasn’t stopping.

“Please.” You hiccuped, shaking from the strain. “Please stop- it hurts.”

And just like it was dark again.

Just like before, save for the show of Sheikah magic that still flowed gently further and further into the ground, the area grew dark and silent. Not a peep, not a sight, only the nothingness that just surrounded you moments earlier returned full force as your body collapsed into a foetal position, still silently crying and shaking.

The lights were soft this time, the movement of the magic catching your attention as you watched it move beneath you.

Sheikah symbols slowly formed with the English following straight after, a slow transition of foreign script to a translation as it shined against your eyes.

“Here lays the tomb of our fate-”

You faded back in.

Eyes caught aquatic blue with the sailor kneeled just at your level, a concerned gaze searching frantically into yours before relaxing at the sight of your attention on him. Gilda also sat on his shoulder, looking just as relieved as the teen.

“You-....you okay?” The fairy asked after a beat.

You blinked, registering the other bodies surrounding you and the feeling of magic just by your head- the familiar white glow of Hyrule’s healing spell stopping the horrible ache within your head along with your eardrums. God, you hoped he saved your hearing.

You were tired.

“…” You inhaled then sighed something heavy. “Put me down like a fucking dog.”

Quite a few voices piped up to give you a collective. “No.”

��Fuck you lot then.”

Welp, at least you tried.

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After a lengthy chat with Robbie, it was time to move again.

Hyrule insisted on a longer break along with a few others to let you recuperate but you had brushed it off, needing a distraction and not wanting to cause more delay than you already had back at the castle. Being a day behind probably wasn’t good for these band of heroes and you didn’t want to add on to that when you could still walk just fine. After all you were just tired and…well, you were tired and that was all that needed to be said.

Keeping hold of Hyrule’s hand your eyes stayed downward, focused on the dirt path the lot of you walked in the next few dragging hours. Staying silent as you rolled over those gruelling few seconds that you had dissociated. Seconds. Only seconds when it had felt like aeons as those voices screamed and those scenes flashed.

Why a field? Why a mountain? Why a cave? What was the tomb the Sheikah script mentioned and what did it all mean?? Your mind felt heavy with only more questions, too many still left unanswered and agitating the expanse of your mind. The whole point of touching the dripstone was to gather information but you were only left more confused than you were before. It was selfish for this world to continuously dogpile information with really no notes- couldn’t the universe give you some kind of red pen annotation for this amalgamation of ‘what the fuck’?

It had begun to rain into the last hour of your journey, mutters of distaste echoing through the group as the pace grew faster, passing by Manhala Bridge then taking a turn to the left towards the towering Coliseum in the distance.

You only really registered the ache in your legs when the outline of Outskirt Stable was only a few paces ahead.

“We’ll take shelter here for the night.” Time spoke, louder than the storm that currently beat down on your heads. “I don’t think it’s good to walk any further in these conditions.”

And those conditions sure were conditioning- you heard the telltale roars of thunder and flashes of lightning. You instinctively muttered the seconds after each crack to see the following strike.

BOOM!

FLASH!

Four miles away, quite close.

The front desk clerk, Embry, was the one to get you all situated. No beds needed, just somewhere with a roof so not a rupee lost, even when Time tried to insist the kind innkeeper waved him off.

“You pay for the beds- shelter is a Hylian right!”

Hmmm, your government could have taken a tip or two from that.

Your bedroll had never felt this comfortable, it seemed, even against the hardwood floor of the stable, horrible lumps and stiffness only equated to your nice fluffy mattress back home. As if you could feel that plush duvet, freshly washed for a long night of rest and your pillows expertly fluffed to embrace your head, you felt yourself begin to drift.

Dinner could wait, you needed a nap and you needed it now. Hell, maybe you would sleep through the whole night from the fatigue-

“Hey- you’re not falling asleep now are you?” A red, tired eye cracked open with a horrid twitch, turning to look at Wind who looked down at you from where he was leaning, big blue eyes studying you curiously. “Come on, I wanna show you something.”

Dear Christ in heaven- “Really? Now?”

“Don’t say it like it’s late- ‘s’only early evening!”

“If I could choke you, I would.”

“Just come on!”

“Better be worth it or I’m hanging you from your feet outside.”

The boy rolled his eyes. “It is!”

With a heavy groan you flopped onto your front then pushed your weight up to kneel, blinking blearily at the hand offered to you that quickly yoinked you upright once you had taken it. Dragged to the opposite side of the stable inn, dragging your feet in a show of exasperation as the younger boy brought you to the mini tent set up right at the back of the structure- little Haite (now bigger than her once chibi version) sat just outside, watching the light darkness underneath.

Wind kneeled down and you copied his movements-

“Awh.” The Hylian retriever tilted its head towards you, panting and looking tired with puppies surrounding her stomach, snoring quietly under the noise of the storm. “Okay, it’s worth it.”

“Told you~” You yanked his ear at the show of attitude, the boy yelping and slapping your arm when Haite shushed you both quietly, sending you fierce glares.

“You’ll wake the puppies!” She whisper-shouted and you both fell silent.

Eyes returned to the spectacle of the dog and pups, watching them with soft eyes.

You needed something like this. A moment to just relax and wind down, not thinking about the mounting horrors of Hyrule or the darkness that lurked, waiting to snatch you up. A bit of normalcy laid right before your eyes, a relaxing activity that could securely hide your daunting anxiety- watching puppies sleep their pretty little heads away.

“Who’s the dad?”

“A wolf!”

“Woah!”

“Yeah! She used to sneak off to play with him all the time!”

Oh they were wolfdogs too- your heart couldn’t handle the cuteness.

On instinct you reached your hand out, careful and slow as you moved closer to the Hylian Retriever who tilted her head again curiously, bringing it forward to meet you halfway.

A gasp came from your side. “Wait, don’t-”

And the retriever gently licked your fingers after a sniff, a smile pulling on your face as you moved to ruffle her fluff.

“Oh! She’s been very aggressive recently because of the puppies!” Haite noted, watching as the stable dog pushed its head further into your hand to feel your touch. “What’s your secret?”

Wind bumped you playfully. “They just have a thing with animals- Epona loves them.”

“Nah, I’m just lucky.” A puppy raised its head with a small squeak and your hand carefully moved to gently stroke it, its little sleepy whimper causing a flutter in your chest from the cuteness. “Awh, they’re so adorable.”

It was soothing, the harsh pelting of rain only added to the comfy atmosphere as you continued to pamper the pups and tired mother until you were both finally called over for dinner. Quiet chatter amongst you all so as to not disturb the many other people resting within the stable, you kept glancing over to the little makeshift dog house where the retriever kept beautiful eyes of gold focused on you. Her tail wagged each time your eyes locked.

“(Name).” Your attention swivelled back, making eye contact with the eldest. “You only briefly discussed what happened with the stone- please, tell us more of what occured.”

Oh great, back diving into the horrible and very much terrible moments in this adventure of pain that you were unwillingly dragged into. Having to relive the same scarring moments in an awful cycle to relay what cryptic message some unknown entity was trying to laser beam into your brain.

You sighed, heavy, and your free hand was grabbed by the Traveller. “I didn’t get much, in all honesty….it was bright and it was…it was loud…so loud….”

Your eyes glazed over, the images flashing.

“A field.” With…with red poppies.

“A mountain.” Encased in snow….

“A cave.” With a stream leading to light.

“....And there was something about a tomb.” Our tomb. You weren’t exactly sure who that referred to but the ominous tone sure wasn’t a fun thing to read along with the chill that had run up your back from the words alone. “That’s all I got…sorry…”

Hyrule gently squeezed your hand. “That’s okay, don’t push yourself.”

Warriors leaned forward.

“It seemed like a painful experience though.” The captain added, gesturing to your ears. “How loud was it?”

You gently brushed your ears unconsciously, the ghost feeling of maroon liquid gently seeping into your gloves and around your fingers. “Loud enough.”

Quiet surrounded you for the moment.

Then noise entered the room in the form of Wind dropping his empty bowl, a loud clutter echoing through the space and catching the attention of everyone. “....Woops.”

Chatter returned once again, a more mirthful atmosphere growing around you as the sailor made eye contact and winked.

You’d have to thank him later.

Settled in your sleep mat, you were on the edge of sleep when a weight was gently laid on your chest. You didn’t bother to open your eyes, expecting to see some appendage of Wind, knowing how he liked to move around, until another weight appeared: then another, and another, another- at the fifth weight placed you peaked an eye open to see the retriever trot over with a puppy in her mouth, tail still swishing at the sight of you as she placed the sixth and final baby upon your chest before she finally settled between you and a very confused Wild with a stretch then yawn.

Silence quietly passed.

Then Wild blinked. “...what just happened?”

You curled a protective arm around the canine babies with teary eyes. “I’ve just become a father.”

Wild watched you before snorting. “Congratulations.”

Then he turned over.

You didn’t have a lot going for you in this land of magic and monsters, but at least-

At least a dog liked you.

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“Mind if I join you?”

The traveller’s eyes rose from polishing his blade to the man before him, sat by the whispering fire that softly flickered in the gentle night air. His visitor was adorned with his wolf pelt in the cool Hyrule evening as he waited patiently for the younger hero’s confirmation.

“Go ahead.” The brunette smiled, returning to his chore as the elder parked himself beside him with a tired huff, the rancher’s eyes focused on the stars above rather than his brother in spirit. “Patrolling?”

The ranch-hand hummed. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“I struggle to sleep with no trusted lookout- even if we’re supposed to be safe….just something you learn from my home.”

Silence fell between them after that.

In the light of the moon, birds had settled in their nests, the daylight mammals in their den while the insects sung their usual tune. Bugs harmonised with the wind and trees, their sounds a beautiful chorus of peace for those who bore witness to it; the lightning bugs danced to the near hypnotising rhythm, nocturnal critters snuck through the bush of the surrounding woodland in their nightly hunt.

Twilight inhaled a breath.

“...Have you mentioned anything to (Name) about us?”

“Hm?” The traveller glanced at his companion. “Why do you ask?”

“They knew who Wolfie was- they knew his name.” A stillness surrounded both as the Hero of Twilight looked to the Hero of Hyrule, his face a little hard. “I understand if you want to share your own secrets-”

“I wouldn’t do that to you, Link, and you know that.” Hyrule’s frown made the other’s face drop, looking down to his lap as the younger man continued, a sigh fresh on his lips as he returned to look at his reflection within the blade’s surface. “I know that Wolfie was a hard secret to tell and I would never share such a thing, even with them.”

“Then how did they-”

“Possibly from how they knew us to begin with.”

Twilight blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“Their odd device? They showed us the Champion- they did mention that’s how they came to know our stories.”

A beat. “So…they could know more?”

Hyrule sat a little straight. “They do- I’ve asked.”

…Twilight began to nervously fiddle his thumbs, a sudden course of adrenaline rushing through him as the thoughts raged in his head. You knew more? How much more? Is that how you knew of Wolfie? If so why hadn’t you said anything- leave them, him, in the dark like that? He wasn’t sure how to react that night, as you cried and shook, whether to shift back and question you or just let it be as coincidence. But for goddess’ sake you saw a wolf and didn’t react, just seeked his comfort during your terror and slept like a child swaddled in their favourite blanket throughout the remaining night. The hero couldn’t just let that go.

You could have known he was Wolfie- that he was affiliated with the Twilight Realm.

Twilight bounced his leg. “...Have they said anything?”

Hyrule paused his activity upon seeing the turmoil on his friend’s face, settling his sword aside.

“They said it was none of my business.” He chuckled, smiling a little. “Well, not that way exactly, but I could tell in their eyes that they would not say a word to me- just after I asked if they could keep my own secrets.”

“They know your own secrets?”

“Yes.”

“....And they haven’t said a thing?”

“My brother in spirit- if you are so worried why don’t you ask them?”

….Could he really ask such a thing? “But what if they don’t know?”

Hyrule shrugged. “Then they don’t.”

“And if they do-”

“I can wake them if you like-”

“No! No.” Twilight raised his hands in worry when Hyrule had begun to raise, the brunette falling back to his seat on the log. “No you don’t need to wake them.”

“I wasn’t going to.” The Hero of Hyrule grinned something cheeky at his brother’s deadpan, chuckling once more as the stronger man lightly nudged him at his tasteless joke. “I doubt they will move anyway- they seemed very comfy in that canine pile.”

Twilight chuckled. “I suppose so…you have a lot of trust and care for them, traveller- in such a short span too.”

Hyrule raised a brow. “Your point?”

“Nothing bad, I promise, just-....protect your heart, okay? We don’t know how long they’ll be with us for.”

Hyrule frowned, brows furrowed. “....I…I suppose you’re right.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean-”

“Let’s just…let us no longer speak of it, okay?”

In the distance, a lone wolf howled.

“...Okay.”

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“(name)....”

…

“(Name)...”

…What was that?

“(Name).”

Just on the edge of consciousness, the voice grew closer the faster and faster your body returned to the world of the living. Darkness was the first thing you registered as your vision began to fade in, the faint outlines of objects slowly forming as your brain kicked itself into high gear and the world began to make sense outside of the reality of dreams.

“(Name).” Soft hands patted at your face, tiny in scale to a human’s and soft as they tried to shake your cheek. “(Name), get up.”

“Noooo…” You muttered, tightening your arm carefully around the puppies still snoring away. “Tired.”

“I know you are,” Gilda reasoned, laying against the crevice of your neck. “But please.”

You closed your eyes once more, hoping to drown out her voice with thoughts of jumping sheep and clouds but when she begged again, sounding so desperate and pleading, you finally managed a tired sigh. Carefully, you worked to take off the six slumbering puppies and place them carefully by their mother, her eyes peeking open to see you push yourself to your feet with the blanket still wrapped around you.

“Fine.” Grunting, you waddled over to the curtains of the stable doorway, blocking out the moon’s beams for the sleeping patrons. “Show me the way.”

The next half hour involved climbing a hill. A horrid 30 minutes that only resulted in a pissy, tired attitude from you as the fairy continued to urge you to hurry as she hovered a few inches from your ear, her usual ethereal sounds almost like a buzzing fly next to you in your exhausted and irritated state.

“Stop rushing me.” You huffed, a little out of breath from the climb. “I’ll get there when I get there.”

“I just-”

“Gilda, I’m tired can you just-”

You registered the glow first. Twinkling like stars in the night that had your attention snapping from the glowing forest green to the sparkling gold that made your jaw drop in awe.

“Is…is that?”

Gilda smiled. “It is…you can get closer.”

The Great Fairy Fountain was a blooming flower with beautiful orange petals dusted with spots of daffodil yellow, a golden encrusted sculpture crowning the centre with resting birds and more flowers. Assortments of mushrooms in variations of beautiful colours dotted over its surfaces, an abundance making up the ramping path that led to the glowing water that rippled with magic in a memorising way. You couldn’t help but slowly waddle forward, eyes shining in the light of the fountain’s beauty.

Multi-colour lights fluttered around with giggles and hushed excited chatter, calls of your name and soft caressing of your skin from the small crowd of fairies surrounding you, their presence making you giddy with excitement at the experience.

After not even a few seconds, there were fairies seated all over you and you were more than happy about that.

“This is incredible.” Gilda rushed to take refuge against your neck, playfully nudging one of her fae sisters aside to lean into your warmth. “Is this what you wanted to show me?”

“Not exactly.”

In a display which you could only describe as magical, your vocabulary not wide enough to explain the beautiful details in which the nest of fairies rushed around in a mesmerising dancing spectacle, their giggles and chants growing louder and louder by the second, along with the bubbling of rushing water before finally it glowed a bright white and the liquid burst as something came to rush out.

Or someone.

“Hahhhhhh!”

You yelped and leapt back in surprise, eyes focused on the giant woman that had exploded from out of the pond.

Petunia pink hair with stunning forest green eyes and beautiful black skin. The Great Fairy was covered in glittering gold jewellery encrusted with red rubies, with the skin of her chest plated over with gradient pink scales and behind her ears sprouted iridescent fairy wings that fluttered gently in the wind. Makeup done to perfection, her red lips grew into a dazzling smile as she leaned her chin on her hand.

Kaysa’s eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky.

The definition of perfection.

“Hello, dear guide.” Her voice was angelic, like a church choir’s beautiful symphony. “Just the one I wanted to see. Please, come closer”

The sisters giggled around her, either taking seats on her form or settling in her hair- Gilda however stayed by your side, staring up at the larger woman while tugging at fistfulls of your clothes frantically.

You took a careful step forward, eyes large in sheer amazement of her as you did. “I…I’m not sure if I’m who you’re looking for.”

“Oh?” The fairy cooed, leaning forward to study you closer. “And what makes you think that?”

You looked to your feet, feeling so little under the gaze of something so grand and magnificent.

“I just…everyone makes the guide out to be this really high and noble figure and I…I’m not that.” You breathed, feeling your stomach twist in disappointment. “I don’t remember any of that. I’ve always been this mediocre person walking around everyday being just as confused as everyone else and just… me? A magic guide? No, that’s not me. So I’m really sorry, but you have the wrong person-”

Kaysa’s giant hand gently came to rest around you, pulling you closer to her leaning face as she released the most beautiful laugh you had ever heard.

“Breathe, (Name), you don’t need to be nervous with me- after all, it should be me who is nervous!”

Grasping gently to her thumb you followed her steps, your sudden racing heart slowly going back to an appropriate speed once again, until finally you had fought off the panic attack that had threatened to take you once more.

Fucking hell, it seemed that was all that you were good for recently.

Kaysa moved so that her hand came to rest beneath you, your body seated on her massive palm comfortably with the pad of her thumb softly rubbing your back in a comforting motion. Your still exhausted brain fought off the fog of sleep at the movement, looking back up into her giant green eyes that shone with mirth and kindness.

“There, better?”

You smiled. “Much, thank you.”

“Now,” She brought you closer, the ground beneath you growing further the higher you were raised until you were face to face (read body to face) with the Great Fairy. “Do you really believe such things about yourself?”

“...that I’m mediocre?”

“That you are unworthy of the title of Guide.”

You twiddled your thumbs, “....Yes.”

“Hm. And what makes you think this way?”

Ugh, where to start. “Um, I’m kind of shit at directions, first of all. So Guide? Yeah, no. Second, I don’t have any magic- the only kind of magic I’ve ever done was the typical card trick in a deck which honestly isn’t even magic, just trickery. Noble? I would probably sell my best friend for a tub of ice cream-”

Her laughter cut you off, her free hand coming to gently cover her mouth to muffle her giggles. “I’m not sure. I only know one Guide who could bring such laughter to an audience so quickly.”

You shrugged. “I guess I’m just good at comedic timing- nice to know that we both have that in common.”

“...You share their light too.”

“Huh?” You sat a little straighter, “What do you mean?”

In that moment, the youthfulness of The Great Fairy Kaysa vanished, the spark in her eyes grew older as memories flashed in her mind. You weren’t quite sure what she was recalling but you could tell that it was something important as a sentimental look washed over her features and her smile wilted just the slightest, bearing a saddened tinge.

“The Guide carried this aura of light around them- even in the darkest of times. Not only did the heroes depend on that light in moments of pure misery, but the many others who had interacted with them felt that beautiful spark. In your eyes that light still seems to burn, slightly dampened by whatever your world has forced upon you but even now those flames refuse to die.” Her free hand came close, index finger slow and steady as it pressed carefully against your chest. “Here is where it burns strongest, it fuels you, (Name). You may not realise it now, but you are much closer to the Guide than you realise.”

You felt your heart pulse and flutter, eyes zoning in on your chest curiously at the strange reaction only to see nothing. How odd, you could have sworn you saw a quick flash of something.

Your hands rested against her skin. “...But I’m not them.”

“Maybe not- but you are connected. Whether it be your motivation or your souls, I know that spirit better than the heroes themselves.”

Her hand moved away as you retreated quickly to your thoughts, eyes still focused downwards to your chest as the bottled questions only seemed to grow closer and closer to bursting out in a cloud of confusion and frustration. You expected to be connected to the Guide but a spark? What did that even mean? What spark did you possess that the Guide also shared? Was it the presence that Dink had mentioned those days ago? Ugh, why were people confusing you more? Why couldn’t things make sense-

You yawned unwillingly, eyes blinking in an uncoordinated way. Oh yeah, it was still the middle of the night.

“Tired?”

“Yeah…”

“You may rest here, if you truly wish.”

No arguments here. The thought of having the walk that half hour back to the stable only made your body tense with the phantom aches from over-exertion. Your half awake brain didn’t really comprehend the consequences of your actions in that moment as you slowly moved your body to comfortably lay within the hand of the Great Fairy, eyes shutting to block out the ethereal glows of the fairies.

“Okay,” You yawned once more, “But only for a little bit.”

What a fucking liar.

You felt Kaysa move you closer. “(Name)?”

“Mm-hm?”

“What is something you wish to have? For your journey ahead?”

You cuddled into the warmth of her hand, pulling your blanket closer to your face. “I guess….I wish I was stronger…and braver….maybe get a cool sword….”

Kaysa giggled. “A good wish.”

Your consciousness quickly faded out as you fell back asleep, the fairy watching you happily as your body further relaxed into her palm with your breathing evening out to a slow but steady rhythm.

Kaysa sighed, gathering her magic from deep within her and bringing it forth, her lips glowing with her power as she brought your sleeping body closer to her and carefully planted a kiss onto your head. Your body glowed in response, sparkles of her magic flying off you like smoke into the night before finally retreating away.

“May this blessing of strength and courage stay with you forevermore.”

Gilda still sat with you, looking over your body with saddened eyes before turning back to Kaysa, her tone timid. “...Do you think they’ll ever remember?”

Kaysa frowned. “I’m not sure, little one.”

“They don’t think they’re the Guide.” Gilda gently brushed your cheek with her hand, looking over your face with delicate warmth. “But…it has to be them.”

“And it is.”

Kaysa’s hand raised further into the dark sky, lifting you towards the twinkling stars. There was nothing before there was something, the stars flashing softly in the expanse of the night just as the spot where your heart laid began to glow, similarly to the light of the Guide that the many heroes once possessed.

“Only the stars would seek out their presence like this.”

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“Where are they!?”

The scene the following morning wasn’t a pretty one. The Hero of Wind almost regretted waking up, his eyes reflecting his grogginess as he blinked in an action to wake himself up when he noticed the tension that seemed to perpetrate the room. Confused, the boy glanced around to see the mess: Wild looked frantic as he paced, Sky and Four chatted nervously in the corner glancing towards the eldest three- Time, once again, looked angry beyond belief while Twilight and Warriors tried to calm him down with Legend looking almost smug just beside their leader. Hyrule was also nowhere to be found.

One glance to your sleep mat showed the sailor the source of the problem- only nursing puppies and their tired mother lay there.

Wind blinked. “This is a problem for later me.”

He turned in his sleep mat and shut his eyes.

The many patrons of the stable glanced around to one another, almost telepathically sharing their confusion and slight discomfort of the scene. To wake up to such a disaster of a scenario probably wasn’t high on their list of chores that day, especially the poor stablehands needing to be ready for work, but unfortunately it seemed as if fate had other plans.

Time brought hands to his face and dragged them down, his scarred eye showing in distaste of the situation. “Can I have at least one day without one problem?”

Legend huffed, almost triumphantly. “As I said, they weren’t to be trusted-”

“Veteran!” Time snapped, everyone in the room tensing in surprise at the pure anger in his voice as he glared an obvious tired eye at him. “Now is not the time.”

The Hero of Legend looked to his feet quietly.

“Do we know where the traveller went?”

“No, he was gone as soon as I woke up.”

“Same here.”

“He woke me.” Wild muttered, frantic and well, wild, as he continued to walk up and down the room- his steps nearly leaving marks in the floorboards. “He left as soon as he did.”

Twilight turned to him, exasperated. “Why didn’t you say that?”

“I woke you, didn’t I?”

And thus began an argument-

“Will you all be silent!?”

Not even this quietness could be called silence. It had almost sucked the noise out of the space, not even a pin would be heard in this absence of sound- almost as if time itself had stopped. No one moved, no one dared breathe too loud, everyone simply made themselves as small as possible as the Hero of Time sucked in a deep breath.

“We are going to find them.” He started, gritting it out from behind his teeth. “And we are going to do it now-”

“No need.”

Everyone turned to the front, even Embry behind his desk to see both you and Hyrule at the open doorway of the stable, Gilda seated on your shoulder. You didn’t look quite ready to step into the mess but your face also showed a new sense of determination that no one had seen you wear before.

“The fairy fountain. I was at the fairy fountain- we had a chat and then I fell asleep. I should have said something but honestly I wasn’t even in my right mind when I woke up. It won’t happen again.”

Hyrule’s hand gently squeezed your own, encouragingly, as silence once again took over the room. The patrons and workers of the stable watched the scene, a live action soap opera right before their very eyes which had finally grabbed their full interest as they patiently waited for the next few moments.

Time began to slowly advance towards you. Twilight reached out to him, as did Warriors, Wild seemed to trip over himself then literally tripped over his own pillow to get over to you first. The stable’s own retriever raised her head, the lips of her muzzle pulled back with a threatening growl that caused the eldest to pause in his stride but even she shrunk when his gaze fell to her before he continued and finally stood before you.

Your bladder threatened to release its contents down your legs but you stood firm, making sure to stare right back into his eyes. The milky white of his scarred eye sent a shiver down your spine, accompanied by the Fierce Deity’s markings was sure a dynamic duo to boot, flashes of a certain Kokiri boy with a mask that held unimaginable power going through your head until you released Hyrule’s own hand to reach out and gently grab Time’s- the old man’s eyes widening for a split second as you brought it closer to you.

“I’m sorry, Link.” You didn’t look away, keeping eye contact. “I’m sorry if I worried you- I’ll try not to let it happen again.”

He raised a brow, “Try?”

“I think you know better than I do that you really can’t control what happens next.”

Hyrule glanced over to you with a mixed expression and you tried not to flinch at your own stupidity.

WHAT KIND OF STUPID FUCKING SHIT IS THAT!? DO YOU KNOW WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO!?!??!?!

Time took a deep breath in.

Then let a deep breath out.

“Yes. Yes I do.” You released his hand, letting him turn back towards the group that looked upon you three with a horror of too many lifetimes. “I apologise for my outburst, that was no way to act.”

When he walked away Hyrule leaned closer to you, his voice just above a whisper. “That was very brave of you-”

“I think I nearly pissed my fucking pants.”

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Breakfast was once again awkward, the whole morning was just not right. You felt guilt for once again bringing such an atmosphere to the table but then again that just seemed to follow you everywhere. Such luck, it seemed, followed you around like dog shit at the bottom of a shoe.

It was a slightly tense goodbye to the workers, the Hylian retriever didn’t seem to want to let you go and followed until she was called back. You waved to her, calling a sweet ‘good girl!’ that had her tail wagging excitedly and her howling a storm until finally you were too far to see her again. She would be missed.

You were glad that these men were able to create conversation out of nothing once you were on the road again, the atmosphere light enough to share laughs and stories as you trekked closer to the intimidating behemoth that was Digdogg Suspension Bridge- a natural formation of the land that literally did bridge Gerudo Canyon to Central Hyrule accompanied by slabs of wood, made to be kept sturdy.

It was a large drop to the water below and your skin crawled nervously before Wild tugged you back.

“I think you’ve had enough wandering today.” He joked, only slightly comedic as he smiled at your scowl and patted you on the back. “Stick close, okay?”

You chuckled, “I’m not going to keep disappearing, don’t worry.”

Hyrule sent you a deadpan. “I’m not sure if we can trust you on that.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault I’m wanted by an insane dark version of you guys.”

Your boots clicked and clacked on the wooden bridge, the slight glow of Dah Kaso Shrine peaking through the cracks of the boards gently from its small island just beneath you.

“Which is exactly why you shouldn’t wander off, dummy.” Wind poked his tongue out at you, a mischievous spark in his eyes. “You’ll be safer with us!”

“Yeah, as if trouble doesn’t follow you around every corner-”

Your body was near thrown to the ground, your face planting into the rough dirt with a pained grunt as another body quickly covered your own. The air was briefly knocked from your lungs. A curse sat loosely on your tongue, threatening to escape you before men shouting caught your attention, Epona’s frightened neigh was almost deafening as the body atop you pushed off abruptly and a gloved hand hurriedly tugged you up.

“You’re okay, you’re okay.” Your world spun as you were yanked to your feet, falling into Wild’s chest with panicked eyes that only grew worse when you noticed the arrow lodged deep into his shoulder. “Blood- where did the blood-”

“That’s your blood!” You yelled, shoving your hands against the wound in an effort to stop the oozing maroon from further spilling. “You’re fucking bleeding! Oh my fucking god!”

Oh God, oh God, oh God-

What was happening!?

Where did the fucking arrow-

“Hello heroes.”

#linked universe #lu #linked universe x reader #linked universe imagine #player au #a player's aid

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New Faces in New Places

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: none really, just run of the mill teen wolf dangers lol

Genre: fluff I'd say

Summary: After a few signs from your familiar you're moving to a new town and you find out very quickly that it is anything but ordinary

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You cross-reference the address your mom gave you with the building you're currently parked in front of. It looks like the right place but man, moving to a new town is always a hassle.

"We finally made it Ellie. You almost burned down my old apartment to get me here but- we made it. You'll have to wait here though, okay? I know mom trusts this guy but I'm not too eager to bring you into a vet's office for no reason." You say to your bird before you get out of the car. You make sure to leave the windows down because heavens know how long you'll be here. You walk into the office, startled slightly by the sound of the bell over the door. A Black man walks out of the back room wearing a lab coat over his maroon colored button-down. He's bald and has neatly trimmed facial hair.

"Hello. How can I help you?" He asks.

"Hi, Dr. Alan Deaton, I'm guessing?"

"Excuse me, do I know you?"

"Not me. But you do know my mother."

"And who is your mother?" He asks, an eyebrow quirking up at you. You wave a hand over your wrist, exposing your family crest marked into your skin, and show it to him.

"My goodness." He gasps stepping back. He swings open the door by the counter and gestures for you to follow him through the doorway he originally came through. "It's like seeing a ghost. I never thought I'd be seeing that crest again after your mother and I went our separate ways. Wait is she-"

"She's fine. Living her best life in Europe." You say, eyes shifting around the room to take it in as you lean against the metal exam table.

"That's good. What brings you here then?"

"Actually, my familiar. Kind of. She knocked over a candle that burned this spot on a map and when I did some digging, spoke to my mom and she told me it had to be here. Also that I'd find you at this place."

"I wasn't aware your mother still knew where I was but honestly leave it to her to keep track of her associates." He chuckles.

"Yeah, she told me if I was coming to Beacon Hills I had to find you first. So what do I need to know about your little town?" You ask.

"Oh well, we definitely get a lot of strange activity here. Beacon Hills has a nematon."

"Beacon Hills has a nematon?" That gets your attention. You had no idea.

"It was cut down many years ago so it's been dormant for quite some time until recently when a group of teenagers accidentally reactivated it."

"A group of teenagers reactivated a nematon?! What the hell kind of teenagers are running around here?" You blink at him.

"They weren't trying to. They were only trying to track down their parents and stop some human sacrifices."

"And they somehow reactivated a nematon? And they did that accidentally on their own?"

"I didn't know it would reactivate a chopped down tree but we also didn't have many other options at the time."

"So I take it you're quite involved with this group of teenagers?" You ask.

"Their ringleader works for me." He shrugs.

"Their ringleader works for you? So you're the adult to our resident Scooby gang." You laugh.

"What?"

"A Scooby gang is the term I use for a group of teenagers who have a knack for getting into shenanigans they have no business getting into." You shrug.

"Well, you know. Druids are advisors by nature."

"Sure- to supernaturals usually. Is this group of kids supernaturals?"

"Not all of them."

"Not all of them?! Are there a lot of supernatural kids around here?"

"Relatively?"

"What does that mean-?" You shake your head.

"Deaton! We need your help! It's Isaac- something's wrong he's not healing!" The frantic yelling along with loud movement from the front of the office turns your attention from Deaton to the doorway, your question forgotten as a man with dark hair comes barrelling in with a younger boy behind him carrying another. They all halt at the door when they see you standing there and you're smart enough to pivot so you're standing next to Deaton, out of the way assuming they intend to lay the half-conscious one on the table.

"Well don't just stand there bring him here. What happened?" Deaton asks. The man steps to the side boy carrying the other can lay him on the table.

"Wolfsbane." You say quietly, immediately picking up its signature with a magical scan of the boy.

"What?" Deaton's gaze snaps to you.

"It's Wolfsbane, we have to get it out of his system if you want him to heal himself. Do you know what kind? How it got in his system?"

"Does that matter?" The man asks staring at you from across the exam table.

"Kind of. All of that stuff affects potency and subsequently the best solution to-"

"Y/n." Deaton says gently.

"He's a bit old for your Scooby gang but I take it he's part of it?"

"I should've prefaced. They aren't all teenagers."

"Noted. But he is. And he's dying." Your gaze shoots down to the kid on the table again. "How do you want to go about this?" You ask crossing your arms.

"Can you tell me if it's yellow wolfsbane?" He asks.

"It's not." You say after a moment of your eyes flitting across the gash in his side.

"Good. So we can burn it out of him."

"You're going to induce a fever?" You ask and Deaton shakes his head.

"He's bleeding too much too fast. You'll have to burn it out."

"Me?" You blink at him.

"You know how to right?"

"Of course I do." You say.

"Well I don't keep a torch in the office so yes you'll have to do it." Deaton nods. You hardly notice the other two watching your conversation like it's a tennis match, both sets of eyes darting back and forth between you as you talk quickly with Deaton.

"Very well." You sigh rotating your neck and cracking your knuckles in preparation. You grasp the young boy's hand.

"What is she doing?" The man asks, almost growling as he shoots a glare.

"Saving Isaac's life. Back down Derek. You came here for help." Deaton says.

"Hi, Isaac. My name's y/n. I'm gonna do my best to make it quick but this is gonna be uncomfortable for a little while so- feel free to scream or break my hand." You say gently to the boy on the table, Isaac you presume, before closing your eyes. When they open again your irises are literal flames that shock the two people watching you carefully as their friend's life is in your hands. Isaac groans, his back arching off the table and his fingers squeezing around your hand with a strength that would probably crush it if he wasn't currently bleeding out on the table. It takes longer than you expect, seeking out and burning the wolfsbane coursing through his blood, but after a few minutes his blood starts to boil and you know there's no more of the deadly plant in his system. You close out your spell and wait for his grip to loosen before releasing his hand.

"I think you should wrap that gash. He's clear now but- there's no way of knowing when his healing will kick in." You tell Deaton. Deaton nods and grabs a gauze pad and medical tape.

"He'll be okay?" The other teenager looks at you and Deaton.

"Yeah he'll be fine." Deaton nods.

"What are you?" The teenager looks at you curiously.

"Who are you?" The man asks, his gaze is still skeptical but much less hostile, there's something in his eyes that you can't quite identify. Akin to awe but not quite.

"Scott, Derek, this is y/n. She's new in town. Y/n, this is Scott McCall and Derek Hale."

"Members of your Scooby gang." You say.

"Why do you keep saying that?" Derek asks.

"Before you walked in here Deaton was telling me about a particularly atypical group of teenagers that had a knack for getting into shenanigans."

"I'm not a teenager." Derek says.

"You haven't already met Stiles have you?" Scott asks. You turn to Deaton with a confused look on your face.

"Scott's best friend. Shenanigan might as well be his middle name. He's quite the erratic kid." Deaton explains.

"Ah- well, no. You, four are my intro to Beacon Hills." You say. Isaac groans as his eyes finally start to open. His half-lidded gaze turns to you and his brows furrow as he tries to identify the stranger in the room.

"You saved me." He mutters. "Are you an angel?" He asks suspiciously making you giggle at the question.

"No sweetie. In fact, some people would call me the opposite."

"Y/n don't freak him out." Deaton chuckles.

"No angel, just a witch. But welcome back. Whoever did this knicked you real good." You tell him with a soft smile and gentle squeeze of his arm.

"Well- thank you." Isaac says.

"A witch?" Scott blinks at you.

"Yep. I don't understand how this kid got wolfsbane poisoning. Are there hunters in Beacon Hills?" You frown at Deaton.

"Sometimes." Deaton says.

"One of them's an ally now though. He helps us a lot." Scott says.

"Hunters and werewolves working together. This is one interesting little town." You muse.

"You'll get used to it pretty quick." Deaton chuckles.

"Oh I'm sure. I'd hang around but Ellie will start to get antsy if she doesn't get out of her carrier soon so I have to find my house. I'll be in touch Deaton. I have a feeling this conversation is far from over." You say.

"You can call me when you get settled if you have any immediate questions. Or swing by later." Deaton says writing his number on the back of a card.

"You rest up Isaac at least a few hours before you do anything strenuous. And watch that gash, if it doesn't start healing within the hour come back to Deaton. And I assume you two will look after him. Nice to meet you all." You say to the trio of wolves before taking the card from Deaton and leaving the office. You don't notice the way Derek's eyes follow you but Deaton does, and he has to make a conscious effort to stifle his smile.

A week later and you're mostly settled into your new home. Ellie is also pretty well acquainted with her new space, which is great because she can be quite particular.

"Something interesting out there Ellie?" You ask when your bird perches by the window, staring outside as intently as a bird can. Her wings flutter fiercely for a moment and she attempts to pry open the window with her beak. You quickly stand from your couch and whistle at her, tapping your finger to guide her over.

"I take it we have to be somewhere? Now when I take you out there wait for me to get on my bike before you start rushing off to whatever danger you're chasing." You warn her as you put on your shoes. She coos at you with her head tilted slightly and you roll your eyes before leaving your apartment. Outside you barely manage to get the bike running before Ellie flies off down a street.

"Dammit Ellie." You huff, speeding after her on your bike, looking up every so often to check her flight path. She eventually perches on a perches on a light by a warehouse and you take off your helmet ready to curse her for being so frantic but the sound of voices inside grabs your attention.

"I told you not to rush off you silly bird." You hiss at her when she flies down to sit on your shoulder as you approach the door curiously. You can see two people standing to the side but ready to jump in along with three, no four, people circling each other and you can hear growling, which is cleared up when one of the faces is revealed to be Scott from Deaton's office. You've had a couple more conversations with Deaton since your first one and have since learned that Scott is the ringleader he'd mentioned that first day and that he's got a whole bunch of supernatural friends. You whistle loudly enough to get everyone's attention and six pairs of eyes snap to you. You recognize Isaac in the bunch too. The two other guys they were growling at don't match any of the descriptions Deaton's given you so, process of elimination tells you the other two people looking at you must be Stiles and Lydia.

"Whatever you think you saw, you didn't we were just teens doing- teen goof things." Stiles, you're pretty sure, frantically says.

"You know Stiles I'd have expected a better excuse from you." You say. "That is Stiles right?" You ask Scott. He and Isaac nod which causes Stiles to look frantically between the three of you.

"How do you know my name?! And you two know her? Why don't I know her? Who are you?" Stiles asks.

"I'm gonna ask that you hold all questions briefly." You tell Stiles before turning your attention to the two unidentified individuals who still look to be on guard. "You two, I'm guessing, do not belong here." You address them only to be met with a growl that you immediately counter with a command. "Ciúin." You say sharply and their aggression dwindles. "I suggest you both return to where you belong of your own free will while you can. This territory is not up for grabs." You say sternly, flashing your magic in warning. The boys glare at you as if they are planning to challenge your demand but neither seems willing to take the risk when they meet your warning gaze. After a stretch of silence, they let out another growl at Scott and Isaac before leaving.

"We totally could've taken them." Isaac huffs.

"What did you do?" Scott asks.

"Nothing really just- a scare tactic I learned some years ago." You shrug.

"Well thank you." He nods.

"Can I ask my questions now?" Stiles asks.

"Stiles, Lydia, this is y/n. She's new to Beacon Hills." Scott says to his friends.

"So how do you already know her?" Stiles asks.

"She knows Deaton. And, she saved Isaac's life." Scott says.

"Yeah." Isaac nods. "Hi again." He says to you with a shy smile.

"Hi, Isaac. You look much better than the last time I saw you." You return his smile with one of your own when he straightens up at your attention.

"So do you! I- I mean, now that I'm not like half-conscious or whatever." He says awkwardly shifting his gaze from you.

"Hey, how did you even know we'd be here?" Scott asks you.

"Ellie." You say lifting your shoulder slightly to show off the bird still perched there contently. "She flew right to you." You add, handing her a treat you conjured.

"That's a pigeon." Stiles says.

"She's my familiar." You correct him.

"You have a familiar?" Lydia asks.

"Correct." You nod.

"What does that mean? Is she not human?" Stiles asks Lydia.

"I'm a witch. Think druid but cooler." You wink at him. "Don't tell Deaton I said that." You add in a stage whisper that makes the others laugh.

"So is that how you knew my name?" Stiles asks.

"No. Deaton's just been giving me the 411 on everyone I need to know about so I made a guess based on the names and descriptions I have." You say.

"Scott we've gotta have a talk man. When you meet people who might be of significance like witches you're supposed to tell me!" Stiles says.

"I figured you'd meet her yourself soon enough." Scott shrugs.

"Before this continues- because I'm sure it will. What were those guys doing here anyway?" You ask interrupting the couple's quarrel that's about to start.

"They were- sending a message." Isaac says.

"A message? To whom?" You frown.

"Scott. Looks like word's gotten around that he's an alpha."

"It's a good thing you showed up when you did because I had a really bad feeling about them fighting." Lydia mutters.

"I guess Ellie's taken a liking to you all. She's the one who sensed there was trouble."

"Thank you Ellie." Scott says nodding at your bird.

"You all should get out of here and head home before any more trouble comes looking for you." You say.

"Will you be alright getting home?" Isaac asks you.

"I should be asking you all that." You chuckle.

"Stiles will drive us." Scott tells you.

"So?" Isaac prompts.

"I appreciate the concern hon but I am an adult, with enough magical power to level a city. I'll be fine on my bike." You laugh. "Now you guys get going." Everyone starts to move towards the door except Stiles, who starts to object when he sees his friends leaving.

"Hang on now just because you stopped a fight doesn't mean you can- woah woah hang on!" Stiles loses his train of thought as Scott drags him towards the warehouse entrance and you chuckle.

"Come on man don't be an ass." Scott mutters to his friend.

"I just want you to know I have more questions for you that I will be asking at a later date!" Stiles calls to you even as he's being removed.

"Deaton has my address! Have him give it to you and you can come by and ask as many questions as you want!" You shout after him.

"I will do exactly that!" He points just before the group exits and you laugh to yourself in the empty warehouse.

"You brought me across the country to protect this group of teenagers?" You ask Ellie. "I hope you know we'll have no more peace." You scoff at her before the two of you leave the warehouse yourselves.

A few hours later a knock on your door pulls you away from the movie you're watching. You place your mug of hot chocolate on the table before walking over to your front door and checking the spyhole to find Derek on your porch.

"Derek?! What are you doing here?" You ask with a frown. You haven't seen him since you met last week and quite frankly you weren't sure you would. He seemed rather apprehensive around you all in all.

"I- heard you helped the kids out of a jam earlier. I wanted to thank you." He says.

"Oh- no need. They probably could've sorted it out themselves honestly but Ellie really felt we had to step in."

"Ellie?"

"My bird, familiar."

"Familiar- that's right, you're a witch."

"I am indeed." You chuckle. "You- said you came here to thank me? I don't want you to feel like you have to do-"

"Oh I don't! Didn't. I'm not here out of obligation I wanted to come. It's not every day someone as pretty as you moves to Beacon Hills."

"Are you flirting with me Derek Hale?" You ask, surprised at his direct line.

"Depends on if it's working." He says.

"Are you here to ask me on a date or not Derek?" You ask. There's a moment of silence before he replies.

"Will you go on a date with me?" He asks.

"I would love to." You smile at him.

"I've been trying to work up the courage to ask you that all week." Derek breathes out.

"How cute. Do you have a phone?"

"Of course I do."

"Do you have it with you?" He hands you the device eagerly and you input your number for him. "You can call me when you've figured out the details." You say handing it back to him. "Okay?" You prompt when all he does is give you a goofy smile.

"Okay." He says still giving you a pleased look that makes you want to laugh at how cute he is. You jolt suddenly when your own phone rings on your coffee table.

"Oh shoot- one second." You say rushing to grab it. Unknown number. "Hello?" You answer walking back over to your front door where Derek has his phone pressed to his ear, looking at you cheekily as he speaks and his voice comes through your device.

"I'll pick you up at 7:30 on Friday?" He asks and you laugh before you give him an answer.

"Didn't realize you already had a plan."

"Oh, I've been planning all week. If you said yes I wanted to be ready."

"Then I will see you Friday. For now, you should go home, looks like it's going to rain." You say noticing the clouds obscuring the usually starry night sky. Derek looks up as if he didn't even realize.

"Right. I'll see you Friday." He says with one last smile before he takes off. You smile to yourself as you return to your movie and hot chocolate. Friday just can't come soon enough. Maybe moving to Beacon Hills was a more perfect idea than you gave Ellie credit for.

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True Love's Kiss

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Chapter II

Paring: Maleficent!Aemond Targaryen x woodland fairy!reader

Synopsis: you try to find somewhere to hide and surprise Aemond.

Warnings: none.

A/N: reader is AFAB, they/them pronouns used.

When you depart, still shrouded by the veil of the night, your whole family is silently crying, as well as the queen, who has kept princess Aurora in her arms until the very last second and has forced you to take her from her arms. She looks distraught, aged ten years in a handful of hours, the king, standing by her side, stares at you with eyes darkened with madness. You are so afraid of the consequences of their foolish decision: the law of hospitality must always be upheld!

For a fleeting second you wonder why the king has addressed Aemond with such venom in his voice, but it’s a hazy thought, soon overridden by other concerns. Like finding that woodland again, the one that called you on your way to the castle, oh so many hours ago.

You and your people had traveled for days to arrive in time to the christening, yet you had stopped when you passed nearby the patch of land, not mesmerized, but you had felt something, like a pull, unlike the rest of your family, a power forgotten for too long now calling you, and you alone of all the magical folks.

Carefully, you try to locate that source of energy, letting the horse go on his own, too focused on that pulse in your head, like a second heartbeat, to truly steer the animal, until you can feel that dormant magic again, its colors exploding in your head like a star, showing you the way.

You curl your hands around the reins to guide the horse on the right direction, hoping that the collective spell your family cast over you, worked and protected you from one specific prying eye.

Your family’s collective effort worked, you were discovered the second the spell on that patch of land disappeared when you entered the woods.

“You should see this.” Vhagar’s voice is raspy and old, yet beloved to Aemond.

“What is it?”

He walks briskly to where the water receptacle stands on its column, Vhagar, in her human form is watching with rapt curiosity, her decrepit body kept in a vertical position by the knobby rod she’s clutching in her arthritic hands.

“It can’t be happening.” It’s all Aemond manages to say.

“Yet it is”

“It shouldn’t!” Aemond bends his back closer to the water, where your image floats alongside the gentle waved. “What are they hiding?”

His eye focuses on the bundle strapped in front of your chest, his magic trying to enhance what his eye can’t see, until a strand of his hair falls into the water and you disappear.

A curse escapes his lips

“I wonder how they managed.” Vhagar says, almost amused.

It has been such a long time since anything surprised her and twice in the same day, you manage to complete the feat. Quite the surprising little woodland fairy you are.

“We’ll need to investigate.”

In his younger years Aemond would have already teleported himself, his emotion besting him. He’s now older and far more calculating, most important of all: he’s alone, he can’t take any risks.

“If we can enter.” Vhagar reminds him.

“We never tried, all these years.”

“No one set foot there. No human or otherwise.” Vhagar adds. “What makes you think it’s going to be any different now?”

“Because it did for them, and for the little beastie.”

“Maybe it works only with them”

“Why? Because that ridiculous woodland fairy is special? Destined for greatness?”

“They are courageous. No one tried to stop you, they did, armed only of their weak magic.”

“It’s because that fairy doesn’t know what’s good for them, like all their kind!” Aemond spats. “They aren’t special.”

Vhagar levels him with a stare, still such a young heart, burning with emotions. She’s far too old to remember how it felt like.

“Shall we go, tomorrow?” She asks, her knobby hands tight on the head of the cane.

“Yes, we shall.” Aemond heads for his bedroom shaking his head.

He’s seen you and princess Aurora strapped against your chest, bundled up under layers and layers to keep her warm, in the water. Such foolishness! He’s not going to harm a hair on the child’s head, not when, in sixteen years, he’ll see the desperation on he father’s face. Aemond’s revenge will taste so sweet.

You moan when the canopy of leaves open to let you enter, the magic if the forest seeping through your pores and you bend over, every fiber of your being burning with such power, every nerve coming alive in ways you’ve never experienced. You have to grab your horse’s mane, or you’ll tumble down and you can’t afford that, not with the precious cargo strapped against your chest!

Aurora whines when she’s squished between you and the horse, her small lament snaps you back into yourself and you manage to take a hold of yourself and stop the horse. What is this place? You wonder. Who used to live here and leave such a mark?

Aurora whines again, you can feel her tiny head try to move and just fall against your bosom, her mouth open, hungrily looking for a breast to suck; you swear, she’s still a small child, for what you know about human biology, they tend to eat often. Her nanny had given you bottles of milk for her, your magic had kept them from going bad, but now you need somewhere warm to feed the child.

As if pulled by an invisible string, your internal compass forces your head to turn, your eyes seeing a path covered by the overgrown vegetation. Could it lead you somewhere? Not that you expect to find any magic folk, or even humans living here, but maybe you’ll be able to find some sort of temporary shelter, at least for today.

You are tired, having to counterfeit Aemond’s spell had drained you, and then the long ride here and the weird reaction of your body to the forest! You need to sleep and gain your energies back; the child as well, needs to rest properly and eat and have her clothes changed. What have I gotten myself into? You feel tendrils of uncertainty spread: maybe your mother was right, perhaps you should have gone back home and leave this mess for the humans to solve. You shake your head, what ifs will not help you now, you have to do it.

Almost by himself the horse heads towards the overgrown path, and you let it: you don’t have a direction, this might as well do, as long as you can find some sort of refuge for what remains of the night: you are so tired your eyes are closing by themselves!

You might have fallen asleep, lulled by the gentle movements of the horse’s body and its warmth, waking up with a shudder when the animal stops in front of a run down cottage. You can see the ivy growing on the old bricks and the moss on the roof, the stone steps are broken and the windows are so dirty it’s impossible to look inside. The whole ensemble would look creepy, if it weren’t for the pull you feel towards it, as if you can see through the rough exterior.

Aurora wails, desperate and hungry, forces your hand: creepy or not, the place has a roof and walls, you can spy a chimney and you just know that the hearth works; if you are lucky you might even find a hole where you can fall asleep.

To your immense surprise, the furniture are old and dirty, but are there! An abandoned cottage like this, should have been stripped barren of all objects not nailed down, instead everything is where it is supposed to be granted, there’s spiderwebs everywhere, but those you can easily deal with using a sweep of your hand; you are just happy you’ve found a place for yourself and the child!

You can’t help but open your mouth at the firewood piled next to the hearth or the fact that all the furniture are still in the cottage: how’s that even possible? The place is abandoned, there’s no trace of life here, yet no one has barged in and ransacked the place. Why?

You’re running on the fumes of your magic, nevertheless you let tendrils of it poke at the energy the cottage is exuding and all you can feel is this low, calm hum, a leftover from someone who had wield magic and has passed away.

Aurora starts screaming and your connection to the cottage breaks, before the old stones can tell you all their tragic story.

If you hadn’t to care for a newborn child, you’d probably focus more on why your powers reacted to the forest the way they did, or why no one stumbled upon the cottage or ransacked it, but you had to soon realized how demanding human newborns are, when you have no one to share the burden with, while caring for the cottage and revamping the vegetable garden in the back, before the food Aurora’s parents had given you, finished.

Truth to be told, if you weren’t running around like a headless chicken, you would have felt Aemond’s presence hiding in the shadows, observing your disorganization with a smirk on his lips.

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