#the staircase over water for example... with the chest underneath

[citrine-elephant]

the warden, but after the mace is introduced and gets its enchantments, a player who decides to power slam one..... enters a new dimension....

[ladydimitrescuspet]

All Yours [NSFW]

AO3 link! sorry it's been a while! been dealing with writer's block a bit, but please enjoy! sorry for any grammatical errors, wrong words, etc! and enjoy some bad smut! and tell me what you think if you want!

97 + 100: “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.” and “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” Added for 100, anon requested: alcina gets possessive because the girls dote on reader too much! and whoops my finger slipped, I also added in a little moment with the daughters!

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Every week you got to spend one whole day with Alcina’s daughters. It had started off as Alcina’s way of letting the girls “play” with you until she decided that she wanted you for herself when she realised just how taken they were with you. Your day with her daughters this week just so happened to fall on the same day as the soiree Lord Moreau was hosting.

“Ew, you and Mother are going to a party at Moreau’s?” Daniela asked. You nodded your head. “Then you’re definitely gonna wants some rain boots.”

You let out a small laugh and then a gasp as Daniela tightened the laces on the back of your corset. “Lucky for us, it’s not at the reservoir. It’s at his theatre.” You said.

Cassandra stopped mid painting your nails. “He has a theatre?” You nodded your head. “If he’s putting on a play then you should bring some dark glasses in case you want to fall asleep.” Daniela snickered at the Cassandra’s comment whilst Bela hit her shoulder. “Ow! I’m just kidding.” Cassandra grumbled before she continued painting your nails.

Bela walked into the closet. “Do you want flats or heels? Mother would much prefer you in heels, but it’s your choice.” She said.

You pondered her question for a moment before replying. “Heels.”

“Good choice.” Bela said as she walked out with a pair that matched your dress. “Now for jewellery. You should definitely wear the necklace that has the family crest on it, the one Mother got made for you.” You nodded your head in agreement.

“Do you think she’ll like this?” You asked as you smoothed out your dress.

Daniela turned you around to face her. “If Mother doesn’t water at the mouth and want to rip this off you then I will.” Daniela said before she booped your nose.

You gave her a small smile at her attempt of reassuring you. “I’m sure your Mother would be appreciative of that comment.” You mused at her. You could tell Daniela wanted to apologise but you waved her off. “I promise, it’s fine. Just don’t let her catch you saying things like that towards me.” You said, winking at her.

“Okay, okay, stop this before I have to explain to Mother why Y/N isn’t downstairs yet.” Bela said before she put the necklace with the Dimitrescu family crest on you. “There, now you look perfect. Mother’s going to love this.”

You flushed a bit. “I certainly hope so or I might just have to take Daniela up on her offer.” You replied and Bela hit your shoulder. “I was only kidding, although…. Sorry, sorry, I’m only joking, I swear!” You squeaked out when Bela gave you a playfully hard look.

Cassandra let out a snort. “You know, Mother thinks we’re too soft on you.” She said. “I think she’s a little jealous.”

“Your mother, jealous?” Cassandra nodded her head. “I’d say that’s absurd, but I know your mother and she can get quite jealous. For example, the baker in the village was simply being nice, albeit a bit flirtatious, and when I tipped her handsomely for adding in a few extra things to my order, Al almost decapitated the poor thing.” You grimaced a bit at the memory.

“Well, you’re Mother’s and you know she’d do just about anything to remind those down in the village of that.” Bela replied. “Come now, Mother’s probably downstairs awaiting your arrival. Would be rude if you were late to Lord Moreau’s.” Bela said as she took you by the elbow to guide you out of the room.

The four of you made your way to the main hall, stopping at the top when you saw the Lady of the Castle. “My, my, darling, you clean up rather nicely, but you didn’t have to get dressed up all for me.” She says teasingly.

You flushed at the compliment and quirked your eyebrow at her. “It’s a rather good thing that I didn’t then.”

Alcina raised her own eyebrow. “Hmm, is that so?” She asked, a growl emitting from her. “Daughters, don’t you have anything better to do? I’m sure Y/N appreciates you helping her get ready, but your help is no longer required.”

Cassandra leaned forward to whisper in your ear. “I told you. Can’t even spend time with you without her getting jealous.” Cassandra cleared her throat. “We simply wished to keep Y/N company as you got ready, Mother.”

Daniela wrapped her arm around your waist as the four of you descended the stairs. “You wouldn’t deny us that honour, would you, Mother?” Daniela asked, a faux innocence lacing her tone.

You wrapped your own arm around Daniela’s waist, but Bela  spoke before you could. “We’ll be on our best behaviour, Mother.” Bela shot a glance at Daniela who grinned as she tightened her hold on you.

Alcina’s eyes turned a little darker at the sight of you and Daniela holding each other. It took everything in her not to reprimand her daughters right then and there. “I will be right down.” She said before she stomped past the four of you.

“You three are in so much trouble with her.” You couldn’t help the small smile that graced your face. “When did you three get start getting so bold with your mother?”

Daniela pulled you into her lap as she sat down on the couch, her sisters on either side of her. “It’s not fair how she treats us when it comes to you.” Daniela said as she pulled you against her, her clasped hands settling just below your chest.

“Dani’s right, Mother really doesn’t like the attention we give you.” Cassandra said as she ran her hand up and down your arm, you shivered at her touch and Daniela’s grip tightened slightly.

Bela fussed over your hair slightly as she spoke. “We really do enjoy spending time with you even if it’s just once a week. If you weren’t off limits…” Her sentence trailed off into mumbling, but you knew what she was hinting at.

Daniela’s hands had now settled on your thighs causing your breath to hitch. “Daniela,” Your voice had a slight warning to it and she chuckled against your neck.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, Mother’s still in her chambers.” Daniela replied as she caressed your thighs. You nodded against her. She was right, you hadn’t felt the air in the room change with the presence of the Countess.

“Do be careful with your hands, Dani. Mother will smell you all over her precious pet.” Bela said. She shot a quick glance to the staircase to make sure that her Mother hadn’t, in fact, come downstairs and was relieved that she hadn’t.

Cassandra pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You know, if you ever get tired of Mother’s possessiveness over you, we’d be more than happy to share you.”

“You three…. How would you explain to your Mother if she caught you flirting shamelessly with me?” You asked. You took Daniela’s hands in yours before sighing. “Ever since we left the room, you have all just turned into flirts. Are you all mad?”

The three of them laughed at your question. Bela pressed a kiss to your other cheek and Daniela kissed the back of your neck and you stifled a whimper. You didn’t mind the attention from them, it was more than you’d gotten from their Mother in the past month. So without much thought you brought Daniela’s hands over your breasts as Cassandra and Bela took over caressing your thighs and teasing you as they pressed kisses along your jaw. You could feel yourself heating up as Daniela played with your breasts and this time you didn’t stifle the small moan that you released.

“Daughters, if you do anything more, the consequences will be dire.” The Countess�� voice caused you to jump up from Daniela’s lap, smoothing out your dress as your eyes caught hers.

“We were just trying to calm her down, Mother. She was quite nervous about the trip to Lord Moreau’s.” Daniela explained. Cassandra and Bela nodded their heads in agreement while you continued to try and getting your breathing under control.

Something dangerous flashed in Alcina’s eyes. “Go.” Was all she said to the three girls before they dispersed into blowflies, leaving you alone with their Mother. You gulped as she walked towards you. The crimson red of the dressed worked well with the paleness of her skin, and the slit up the left leg. The snarl on her face turned into a smug grin as she saw you eyeing her. “See something you like?”

You nodded your head slowly, not taking your eyes off of her own. “You look ravishing, My Lady.” You replied. “Shall we go?” You asked, finally breaking eye contact with her as she came to stand in front of you.

Her fingers curled under your chin, guiding your head upwards to look at her. “Just one moment, darling. I have something that I need to take care of.” You gulped again as her other hand came up to caress your cheek. Alcina guided you over to a chair and positioned you in her lap, much like the way Daniela did except her hand wrapped around your neck. “You were a bad girl while Mommy was away, weren’t you?” You tried to nod in reply, but her grip tightened.

“Yes, Mommy, I was a bad girl. I’m sorry.” You choked out against her grip.

Alcina pressed her nose into the side of your neck, taking in your scent. Her free hand travelled down your body until she reached the end of your dress, slipping her hand underneath. Alcina pressed a kiss to your neck as she pushed one of her fingers into you causing you to moan. “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you. You’re mine.” She mumbled into your neck before she added another finger.

“Yes, I’m yours, all yours. Mommy, please.” You whimpered as you grind yourself down against her fingers, meeting her thrust for thrust. You could feel yourself getting close. “Please. I’ll be such a good girl for you, Mommy. I promise.” You whimpered again.

Alcina growled into your neck. “I simply don’t believe you after how I found you with my daughters, pet.” She nibbled the skin of your neck. Her thumb swiped over your clit a few times before she pulled her hand away from you, leaving you whining at the loss of contact. “Bad girls don’t get the pleasure of coming.” She said as she pushed her fingers into your mouth. You grabbed her wrist as you licked yourself clean from her gloved hand.

Alcina pushed you off of her as she stood up to discard her glove and replace it. “Let's ,ove along, darling. We’ll be late if we don’t hurry.” Alcina called over her shoulder as she headed out the front door.

You quickly followed after her, sitting on the seat opposite of her in the carriage. The ride to Lord Moreau’s manor was torturous. You could feel your own arousal coating your thighs as you rubbed them together to relieve some of the aching. Alcina paid you no attention until the carriage stopped and she helped you out.

“Stop fidgeting. And if you’re good, Mommy has a reward for you.” She said when she bent down to be eye level with you. “Try to mingle, but not too much. If I so much as-“

You cut her off. “You won’t, My Lady, you have my word.” You stammered out. You gave her a small smile and she took your hand in hers, heading into the theatre. The theatre was quite lively. You didn’t know most of the people there, but you recognised Lord Heisenberg and Lady Benevento with her doll, Angie. “Can I go say hi?” You asked. Alcina let out a deep sigh before she waved you off.

“What’s got her so uptight tonight?” Heisenberg asked.

You frowned. “Her daughters.” You replied. “They, I let them… to-“ Heisenberg decided that he didn’t want to hear the rest of that sentence and cut you off.

“Too much information, sorry I asked.” Heisenberg said before he walked away.

You sighed. “Good evening, Lady Beneviento. How are you and Angie?” You asked the veiled woman in front of you.

“Donna and I are doing just fine, Y/N! So you let Alci’s girls touch you? Aren’t you supposed to be loyal to her?” Angie asked.

You nodded your head. “It was an accident. I didn’t mean to, she wasn’t supposed to see.” You bit your lip at your words. She wasn’t supposed to see? “I’m sorry. I should go find Alcina.” You said quickly before turning on your heel.

You found the tall woman quite quickly; it was getting to her that was the problem. You said a multitude of excuse me’s as you pushed through the crowd. As you got close to her, someone grabbed your hand. “Excuse me, please let me go.” You said as you tugged on your hand.

“Now, now, what the Lady doesn’t see, she won’t mind.” The man said as he led you away from the crowd. You tried to pull away from him and was surprised that no one took notice of your struggle. “Stop squirming.”

“I believe she asked you to let her go.” The man dropped your hand you scurried behind the Lady. “It’s very disrespectful to go about touching things that aren’t yours. If I see your face again, you’ll regret it severely.” Her threat to the man made you flush. Her possessiveness was quite a turn on for you so when you heard her sniff and saw her eyes turn a darker shade as they did earlier, you let her lead you the way that man was going to into a vacant room.

Alcina closed the door and set you down on a lounge in the room. Her face was invading your personal space as she spoke to you. “Did he hurt you, pet?” You stared at her as your chest heaved. She growled when you didn’t reply and grabbed at the back of your head. “I asked you a question, pet. Remember, bad girls don’t get rewarded.”

You gulped before you shook your head. “No, My Lady, he didn’t hurt me.” You replied as your eyes flickered from her lips and back to her eyes.

Alcina caressed your cheek as she eased her grip on you. “Is Mommy’s pet still worked up?” She cooed at you and you nodded your head. “Mommy’s sorry she let you out of her sight, when I saw that filthy man-thing with his hands on you…” Her sentence trailed off and you took that as an opportunity to bring your lips forward to meet hers.

“Please fuck me, Mommy.” You mumbled against her lips.

“Of course, pet.” Alcina bunched your dress up around your waist as she trailed kisses down your jaw and to your neck. “Be a good girl for Mommy and keep your voice down.” You nodded, moaning quietly when you felt her hand trail up your thigh. Her free hand reached around to your back to undo the laces on your corset. When it was loosened enough, she pulled the top of your dress down to expose your breast to the cool air in the room. “So beautiful.” Alcina murmured to herself as she pressed a kiss to your chest.

“Mommy, please.” You whined. Alcina chuckled as she continued to tease you, her fingers toying with your entrance as her thumb circled lightly over your clit. You bit your lip to stifle a moan as she slipped two of her fingers inside of you. The way her fingers stretched you bordered on painful, but it was also pleasurable. As you did earlier, you grind down against her fingers, wanting to take them as deep as you could.

Alcina took one of your nipples into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it before she let it go, blowing at it. The small whimper you made caused her to grin. Her free hand had been toying with your other nipple, kneading the flesh of your breast as she continued to fuck you. You let your eyes slip closed, surprised when Alcina’s pace didn’t slacken at your lack of eye contact. You felt her hand leave your breast and make its way to cheek, her thumb running over the swell of your bottom lip as her kisses trailed back up to your neck.

“Look at me, pet.” She breathed against your ear and you opened your eyes. She’d moved away from your ear and was staring at you through half lidded eyes. You felt her fingers stopped and whined. “None of that, dear.” Alcina said as she slipped her fingers out of you. She helped you sit up and she got on her knees, even in this position she was slightly taller than you. “You’re doing so well for me, pet.”

You watched as she pulled your lower half closer to the edge of the lounge, watching as she breathed in your scent and she licked her lips. Your hands instantly found their way to her hair as she guided herself toward your center and pressed her tongue to your wetness. Your grip on her hair tightened as you pressed her closer to you. The flat of her tongue ran up to your clit, she sucked on it hard causing you to arch your back. Her hand was back at your folds and pressing into your folds, you couldn’t help the slightly loud moan that you let escape your mouth.

Your hands had moved from her hair to cover your face. Alcina was endlessly teasing you, bringing you to the edge as her fingers plunged in and out of you. “Alcina, please, I can’t do this anymore.” You felt tears running down your cheeks as you pleaded with her a bit.

Alcina mumbled something against you before she removed her face from your center. She repositioned you slightly so her fingers would hit at just the right angle. She smirked when you let out a gasp at the change in position and pace.

“Tell me you’re mine.” She said softly as she ran her thumb over your wet cheek.

“I’m yours, My Lady, all yours.” You replied as you sloppily met her fingers with every thrust. You wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled her lips to yours. You let out a loud moan into her mouth as your orgasm washed over you.

When your high ended, Alcina stood up and you panted trying to catch your breath as you looked up at her. A smug grin was on her face as she took in the sight of how you looked. “You know, I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.” Alcina said teasingly, gesturing to how dishevelled you looked.

You frowned at her slightly while she looked in a nearby mirror to straighten herself up. She used the end of her now soiled gloved to wipe off any of your arousal that remained on her face before she reapplied her lipstick that she tucked away in a small purse. You noticed her pull out another glove from her purse and pull it on. How many replacement gloves did she have?

Alcina took one last glance at herself before turning to you. “Clean yourself up, pet. Lord Moreau hates it when his guests miss any parts of his plays after the party is over.” Alcina said before walking out of the room, the door clicking closed as she left.

[gintokisimp]

Whatsername Chapter 2: Extraordinary Girl

More Angst and more Pain. This chapters theme is the song “Extraordinary Girl” by Green Day

Genre: Angst, Romance, Pining

Rating: M

Word Count: 3,568

She's an Extraordinary Girl In an ordinary world

The sun had already gone past the point where it was possible for it to shine it's rays into the city. The faint golden beams reflected on the metallic structures of the ceiling. It would have been a beautiful day, if it wasn't for the strange atmosphere and the deep, heavy clouds forming over Yoshiwara.

A womans delicate arms rested on the railing of a simple balcony in the middle of the shady town, right above a small shop and a busy street.

Beautiful, silky blonde hair was brushed behind her ears on one side and falling loosely over a noticeable big scar on the other half of her face. Her amethyst, dull eyes were fixated on something in the sky only she could see.

Suddenly, a rift that was the color of crimson formed in the dark clouds, shining the last light of the day down on her. The first raindrops hit her illuminated face, steadily growing into a heavy downpour drenching her white kimono decorated with an expensive flower patterns.

Despite the depressing weather, as if nothing mattered in a town of endless desire, an equally big flood of people roamed the busy streets of Yoshiwara.

The courtesan of the suns eyes flickered from the sky to the ground below over the horde of bodies, roaming over the busy streets beneath her. The colors of the vastly different individuals mixed together in her blurred sight, creating an almost homogenous mass of flesh and fabric.

Minutes went by without much change. The woman almost appeared lifeless to anyone daring to take a look up to the balcony.

By late noon, the sky had darkened up and turned the buildings of the town into lifeless gray tones. Only the buzzing electric lights faked a world full of wonders and salvation.

The skies split, a loud rumbling opened the gates of hell.

On days like these, she had weak moments. They invited her mind to spiral down the paths of sorrow.

Humans can have weak moments full of despair. It was ok. But still, it felt like she gave up everything that she had worked so hard on. She didn't want to feel like a woman desperately clinging to a man whom she couldn't reach.

The damsel in distress. The weak princess waiting for the prince to safe her.

That wasn't her.

And she can't seem to get away

The chains of Yoshiwara ceased to exist. They ceased with the death of Hosen, yet no one was really free.

She wasn't free.

She had other responsibilities that she couldn't escape from. Responsibilities she didn't want to escape from. But still, sometimes she felt like running away. Disappearing like he did.

Hinowa forced her to take a day off. Since he left, she had worked day after day. Tsukuyo had dressed well for the day. She wanted to go out, but she couldn't bring herself to leave the room. Her fear of someone catching her weakness kept her inside the house.

But everyone already knew how fragile she was.

She thought she had accepted that he would never love her back. She thought it was enough for her to know he was well.

And right now, she just wants him to be back home, wants him to be happy.

Without her.

She could live with that.

But knowing he was gone, she could not live with that.

A faint image of permed white hair in the crowd caught her attention. Without a second thought, the muscular women leapt over the railing, dashed through the mass, and made her way to the image she saw. Her heart was beating in her throat, tightening it to an uncomfortable degree.

But there was no one there..

The person she thought she had spotted was never there.

A hallucination.

He wouldn't come here.

Tsukuyo remained standing in the pouring rain. Lightning brightened the sky, but she didn't move an inch.

It has been two years. Get over him already.

Her eyes turned up to the silver clouds grazing the skies, mirroring the mess that was corrupting her heart. The heavens cried and so did she.

Heavy rain mixed with her tears, dripping down her porcelain skin.

No one could tell she was crying.

To the surrounding mankind, she was just a courtesan standing in the rain, probably waiting for a customer to take her away, take her to the promised paradise.

Would he still remember her if he ever came back?

He won't come back.

Her fingers touched her pinkie.

He lacks the courage in his mind

He dreamed of her every night.

Holding her Hand.

Holding her in his arms.

Sometimes she fed him Dangos with the warmest smile on her face.

The samurais body was completely drained of energy, yet it desired her deeply.

He dreamed of her hand touching his bare chest.

Her underneath him.

He wanted to hold her, hold her until he died.

Waking up was pure horror.

Dreaming was pure torture.

Sometimes he didn't sleep just to escape the feeling, staring at the dark sky, restraining himself from thinking at all.

Like a child left behind Like a pet left in the rain

Another sunset painted the sky in the most beautiful colors, drenching the giant rock beneath the fully shed tree in red shades. The crickets had stopped their singing, no wind was rustling through the trees, no sounds we carried over the dream like scenery.

It was silent.

Silent, like something went missing along the unstoppable movement of time.

The rock was empty.

No wood scratching over stone was heard, no silver hair was seen in the peaceful landscape.

Instead, slow steps carried a samurai through the streets of a small, lively town. Not paying attention to his surroundings, with no clear goal in mind, he stumbled through the clusters of people taking up the street. Nothing really caught his attention, but driven by hunger he subconsciously aimed in the direction of a small inn.

Unexpectedly, olive blonde hair in a familiar hairstyle passed him and he tensed up.

Tsukuyo.. Tsukuyo

The head he was focused on turned and revealed an old woman. Of course, it wasn't her. What was he thinking.

His limbs gave up and he landed on his back. Sulking in pain, he closed his eyes. The loud noises around him echoed in his head, but one voice was particularly obnoxious.

"Young man"

Gintoki opened his eyes and they met with and old wrinkled face. His throat was too hoarse to speak, he hadn't used it in months.

"What's wrong, are you okay?" His eyes only stared back at the man, uninterested in what he was saying.

"Everything okay?" The man asked again with a more worried tone.

Gintoki didn't reply.

"Get up young man, come with me, you look like you need some care." The man lightly shook his shoulder and Gintoki sighed before hesitantly getting up on his shaking feet. He was friendly and something made Gintoki believe, he was not allowed to say no to this old geezer. They entered the small Inn. It was packed with the towns residents, but the man led him through the masses, up a staircase into a hallway of private rooms.

"Go and take a shower and come downstairs when you're ready." The man said warmly, opening one of the doors.

"I don't have money" Gintoki replied.

"You don't need money. I can't let you meet your family like that"

"What family"

The man inspected him and replied after a long pause.

"I know they are waiting for you. You can't run away from them forever. You shouldn't meet them in this state."

"Why"

"In this town, we help each other and I'm sure you can do the same."

"..I hurt her" Gintoki whispered, ignoring what the man had said.

"You can drink and eat today if you promise me to meet her." And with that, he closed the door. Gintoki was left alone in the room. Still unsure about what was happening, he undressed and let the water stream run down his battered body. The water washed away his thoughts and he felt his body welcoming the change of sensations.

I don't deserve this.

There wasn't a lot of time spent in comforting silence. It came back faster than he wished.

Minutes later, he sat down at a table. No one dared to sit close to him. The old man brought him a full meal and Gintoki ate it voraciously.

After some time, a young woman sat down next to him, sheepishly looking at him, eyeing him with great interest. She would have been beautiful, if he had the eyes for that.

"Do you have a home?" The girl asked Gintoki. "Where do you live, I can take you home" She added suggestively.

Nowhere.

"You can sleep at my place" She whispered in his ear. "You're a handsome man, I can make you feel better" The woman placed down her hand on his, touching his ring finger.

Make you feel better.

Only one woman could do that, and she wasn't here.

Only one women was allowed to touch him like that.

Only this one women taking over his whole mind could make him feel better. Touching him in places that were eternally reserved for her. But she would never touch him.

She wasn't here.

She wasn't here by his side.

She will never be by his side.

The Samurai ripped his hand from under the woman's tight grip. His eyes glancing over to her, glowing with menace. She looked at him in fear, stumbling backwards before rushing out of his sight.

The Shinigami Tayuu is eternally mine. There was no place for any other woman.

Why did she reject him back then.

Why

If she just had said yes.

Or just... anything.

She's all alone again Wiping the tears from her eyes Some days she feels like dying She gets so sick of crying

All tears had already been shed. There really was nothing left that she could cry about.

Yet, she caught herself crying again.

Her cries had been noticed.

Yet, no one really heard her anymore.

She sees the mirror of herself An image she wants to sell To anyone willing to buy

No one needs a man to rely on. Care and live for yourself.

The champions of women, they couldn't be weak to men. She couldn't be weak for anyone, especially not for him. It was only leading a bad example, displaying a weakness they wanted to abolish. Be strong.

But was loving someone really a weakness?

He steals the image in her kiss From her heart's apocalypse From the one called Whatsername

What's worse than realizing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?

I don't mind being only yours.

Lies. You belong to no one. You could never belong to anyone.

Loud creaking of wooden floor tiles caught the courtesans' attention. The sound crept in her ears, finally braking her endless stream of thoughts.

Careful, limping steps made their way in the direction of her door.

Or were they hesitant?

She's all alone again Wiping the tears from her eyes

Somedays he feels like dying

The sweet, burning liquid wetted his parched throat. Every inch of his body, every single cell revolted against the intruding poison, making him feel alive and close to death at the same damn time. It was his first cup of sake, but it intoxicated him like a whole bottle.

"More" he demanded. The old man who's name he had never asked for looked at him with worry in his eyes. Gintoki ignored that.

"Who's gonna pay for that, country samurai?" A mischievous voice bickered from behind him.

"Who're you calling a country samurai, ehhh you wanna fight?" Gintoki blurted back. Without waiting for an answer, he leaped from his chair and dashed in the direction of the voice. His fist made contact with a stubbly face and he smiled satisfied. A whole group of intimidating looking men stood up and gathered around Gintoki.

It was over in mere seconds.

The men were scattered over the floor, Gintokis hands covered in their blood.

It wasn't the alcohol that made him act like this.

He had disappointed the people that tried to help him. Again.

Suddenly, the room shifted. Everything reeled around him and his whole body tingled.

I need fresh air.

He stormed outside and stopped, leaning on a broken lantern.

Gintoki gasped sharply for air and his sight darkened.

Breathtaking sunrise loomed over a huddled silhouette, outlining the man holding a dead body in his arms. The morning sun reflected in the lifeless amethyst eyes.

Blood.

Blood everywhere.

Blood on the soft fabric of her Kimono.

Blood tinting her blonde hair red.

Blood on the tanto he held. The tanto that stuck out of her throat.

Its your fault.

Gintoki blinked and the vision was replaced by a different one.

The swirling mess in his brain turned into a hospital hallway filled with fog. Clean. Too clean.

Aggressive smells desperately tried to over stench the smell of death.

"She's going soon. Do you want to... ?" Asked a bodyless voice. It led him through a plain looking door. Big bouquets of red roses were placed around a hospital bed, obstructing the view on the patient. Floating closer, his eyes caught short white hair framing a thin face. The scar on her face was unmistakably. Her face had sunken in, but she wasn't old. It was something different.

"Gintoki,..'s that you? You're back.." Her white clouded eyes couldn't focus on his face.

"Tsukuyo, there's one thing I never told you." His hoarse voice echoes through the foggy room.

His hand reached out for her face. Black markings covered them, contrasting heavily with the pale skin. Gintoki touched her cold face and her lips formed words he couldn't hear. He leaned closer to understand them.

But he never needed to hear them. He knew them and he himself couldn't say them.

He cried.

Their lips met

and Tsukuyo cried her last tear.

Before he grasped what had happened, the scenery changed quickly.

A sunny day, a cup of sake in his hand, wooden railing under his finger, the smell of tobacco in his nose, a balcony in a familiar underground district.

He turned his head and saw her smile. Her beautiful smile.

Whether it's spring or winter, if I can be next to you like this once in a while and blowing poison gas in your face, that's enough to make me happy.

The way she looked at you. She loved you and it was killing her. And you were never able to reciprocate it.

Drenched in sweat, struggling for air, his left hand clawing a pole, stars dancing over his vision, his eyes focused on his strained limb.

The long gone strand of silky, olive blonde hair on his ring finger blazed his flesh.

It burned his skin crisp like an insect lost on a summer heated street.

It easily set his arm on fire like the small, unimportant dry twigs in a fire pit, spreading to his heart, causing an unbearable pain with every muscle contraction.

She had tied it on his ring finger herself. She deliberately chose to tie it there. Carefully placing the loops, lovingly knotting it.

A quick glance and he knew it.

She meant it.

He thought about all those things time and time again and still denied it.

Nothing else belonged there. No one was allowed to touch him there. Only her hair.

The promise they made to each other.

Don't die

The promise he made to her.

Yubikiri Genman

Gintoki tied his own strand of cursed white hair on her pinkie, knowingly, making the lovers promise. To her. Only her.��Only her.

うそついたら uso tsuitara (if you say a lie)

I'll never leave you.

針千本飲ます hari senbon nomasu (I'll let you swallow a thousand needles)

I'm eternally yours.

指切った。 yubi kitta. (and) cut (my) finger.

She tied it on his ring finger... his ring finger. His ring finger.

And I broke the promise.

His soul died when he left Edo.

I broke the promise.

I left her.

You don't love her. You're alone. You just don't want to be alone. Stay away from her. She just makes you feel better about your miserable life, you don't love her.

Because you don't destroy people you love.

Gintokis body revolted. Leaned onto the lantern, he threw up. It felt to him like throwing up his long-lost dreams, throwing up his hope and throwing up his reasons to keep going. He had left all of those things in Edo anyways.

His shaking hands reached out, grasping for support. But there was no one to help.

No one to hold onto.

No one to aid him.

Even if she was there to carry him, his blood covered hand were in no right to reach out for her tender fingers. Reaching out for someone's hand is coming close to reaching out for their soul. Tsukuyos soul was so clean and pure, touching her would only corrupt it and doom her endlessly.

What happens if you constantly hurt someone?

They love you less. After a while they start to forget that they loved you at all.

I hope she's happy.

Happy without me.

I hope she didn't suffer.

You know she suffered and it's your fault.

It's all your fault.

Your fault.

His legs gave in and his back collided with the hard soil.

Somedays it's not worth trying

Crashing to the ground, his only line of sight that was left, was the deep night sky.

And there she was again.

The moon.

Above him, shining on him, taunting him, scaring him, mourning with him.

His ears caught the sounds of a small squad of men, probably the same ones he picked a fight with earlier that gruesome evening.

"He's totally wasted, easy target for us" He heard them mumble. The first face obstructed his fixation on the moon. A primal wrath began to rush through his veins, he hadn't sensed this instinct for a long time, wondering how his body still remembered this sensation.

Don't obstruct my sight.

Flooded with pure fury, the Shiroyasha watched them take their next move.

And they scrambled in fear.

Once again, the heavenly body brushed his silver hair, bathing him in silver light again, illuminating the tears rolling down his face.

Crimson eyes stared directly at the moon, battling for dominance with an inanimate object.

It was soothing. It was reassuring. It was like a silent pact.

He wasn't afraid of the moon anymore and what was to come.

It's worth trying.

The broken samurai dragged himself to his feet, in his new-found purpose of collecting the parts of his soul and body he had believed as lost. They were never lost, he just left them with someone. Someone who was so important to him, he couldn't form it into words.

Gintoki slowly stumbled his way back to this rotten town.

She had his heart.

Reality could only keep him away from her for so long.

Somedays it is worth trying.

Now that they both are finding

Tsukuyo.. I'm coming..wait for me

She gets so sick of crying

He's coming back, I believe in him. I want to tell him the things he missed, when he comes back.

The footsteps in front of her door stopped.

Hinowa.. please..

.. I don't want to talk.

She's an Extraordinary Girl

[kittae]

Bal Masqué (M)

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genre: Smut, vampire!au, fantasy, elements inspired by True Blood

Word count: 5438

Warnings: mentions of blood, graphic sexual descriptions, mentions of Jungkook and Taehyung

A/N: i wasted a lot of time on this shitty header, but i hope you’ll still enjoy reading this because i enjoyed the hell out of writing it! unedited so please excuse any mistakes for now!

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It was the most excessive thing you had ever witnessed in your entire life, there was no doubt about that. The decadent ballroom was astonishing in itself with its rococo interior, marble floors and staircases leading to balconies with velvet curtains that could be closed for anyone with money who needed some privacy if the party didn’t offer enough excitement on its own. In every corner there were clattering fountains, more champagne than water, and butlers standing to your disposal whether you were in need of a luxurious mask in case you hadn’t brought one, or a fix of something more...stimulating.

Events like these made you feel terribly out of place, making you wonder what a girl who lives in a one bedroom apartment in the back street of a rough neighbourhood was doing between greek statues made flesh in expensive couture ball gowns and diamond embroidered masks. It was ironic, really, how you played a dangerous game with your life to get a taste of the life of the rich and famous and then feel less than a puny ant when you did.

“You look ravishing tonight.” two cool arms curling around your cinched waist and a pair of puffy lips grazing the shell of your ear startled you out of your pondering thoughts. “Mmm, I could just eat you up.”

And your date had finally arrived as well, it seemed.

“I’m sure you could.” you rolled your eyes before turning around in his arms until your chests were firmly pressed together, your bosom threatening to burst out of your already way too tight corset when he added extra pressure by pulling you impossibly closer, making you gasp for air in the process.

“And be sure i would, my little strawberry.” he emphasized the husky words dripping with desire by dipping his head into the crook of your neck to graze his teeth along the skin, a shiver running down your spine and causing him to smirk in satisfaction.

Trying to gain back some composure by clearing your throat, although it may not have been the best idea drawing more attention to that particular part of your body, you made an attempt to appear unaffected when you were clearly, definitely, incredibly affected.

“I like your costume, Jimin. Very original.”

You eyed the perfectly black attire, undoubtedly made of only the finest materials and the most dazzling names stitched on the labels on the inside, the cape in a red and black combo the blonde and most of all sickeningly handsome male in front of you was wearing. It was very obvious which character he was supposed to be, in contrast with you, who looked like his midnight snack at best. And that’s exactly why he picked out the blood red silk dress for you, complete with a set of jewels you didn’t even want to know the value of because you feared you’d throw yourself from the balcony in shock, and the very risqué lingerie you were wearing underneath. It wasn’t only meant to be pretty, oh no. It was fundamentally essential that you could not, would not, take two steps on your ridiculously high heels without feeling like you’d faint and breathing became a luxury much rather than a natural function of the human body.

The corset was laced so tightly it pretty much cut off your blood circulation in one part of your chest, and your veins were almost bursting in another. It made your cheeks and your breasts flush a bright red underneath your skin and left your head in a constant state of haziness, and you knew your companion had chosen your outfit with care and utmost thought.

“Not as much as i like yours…” he purred as his fingers danced across the swell of your breasts, as light as a feather, “and i decided on this costume out of convenience...With you looking like this, how am i supposed to keep my fangs to myself?”

He was right, the annual Halloween Ball was the perfect excuse for not having to hide who he was, which would’ve been difficult considering his fangs tend to just pop out whenever he starts feeling aroused.

“Let me guess, my dress is red so it won’t show when you spill my own blood all over myself?”

“Mmm, i love it when you talk dirty to me, baby,” he chuckled darkly, the deep scarlet of his eyes so captivating you didn’t notice his hand climbing up from your bust to curl its fingers around your throat instead, “but i’d save the pleasantries for later tonight, if i were you, unless you want this to happen right here and now.”

To anyone else, the shade of red covering his irises appeared to be nothing more than just a pair of very high quality colored lenses, but you knew how perfectly real they were. You knew how they could make your mind empty and replace your thoughts with only those Jimin wanted you to have, as easy as cleaning out a box of old and boring toys and filling them with brand new ones. You were aware of the power he had over you, how he could rob you of your sanity with a whisper and make you forget your own name, should you stare into those sanguine orbs for a second too long. Most of all, you would never forget the way they would bleed into blackness right before he would bare his sharp teeth to sink them into your paper thin skin and feast on your blood, which he solemnly swears is the best he’d ever tasted in his roughly one thousand years of roaming this earth. You decided to take it as a compliment.

“Now, you look like you could use a refreshment,’ he mused, “i can hear you swallowing every five seconds and i’m afraid this night will be a short one if you keep that going.”

Upon hearing his words, you only then realized the texture of your throat was close to that of sandpaper and your mouth went dry from taking deep gulps of air at a time in an attempt not to faint in the first hour you’ve been attending the party. A cool drink did sound really good.

When you got to the bar, you thought it might as well have been a very fancy liquor store. There was just so much alcohol. So much. Many of the bottles on the shelves you had never seen, names you had never heard of. All those colours...It was enthralling. You would’ve stood there slack-jawed for much longer if Jimin hadn’t closed your mouth by tapping your chin with his finger.

“What do you want, babe? Don’t drink those melon shots again though, i don’t like what it does with the taste of your blood. It’s a bad comb-”

“Jiminie? I thought it was you!” a foreign, baritone voice suddenly sounded from behind you.

You would’ve laughed at the way Jimin’s eyes almost bugged out of his sockets if it wasn’t for the sheer look of panic washing over his face, his features darkening dangerously for only a split second before he slowly turned around to meet the face that belonged to the voice, with a perfectly bright smile plastered on his plush lips.

“Taehyung! Didn’t expect to see you here tonight!” Jimin greeted the taller man enthusiastically, his voice loud and a pitch you’d never witnessed before as he slapped the stranger’s shoulder in a familiar manner, and did you hear it wrong or was he giggling?! It was almost comical to you, this side of him you found very amusing since it was so vastly different from the dominant vampire who always wanted to be in control. Interesting.

The stranger was undoubtedly the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen in your entire life and considering you were in the company of Jimin, that meant a lot. He was so tall, his ash hair a perfect example of sexy bed hair with its untrimmed length and messy curls and the clothes he was wearing looked like designer pajamas and a peignoir you could pay five years of your rent with. His face looked like it could’ve been sculpted by ten Michelangelos, and even then it wouldn’t do it any justice. He was just oozing pure luxury and you never knew anyone could look this ostentatious.

“Ah well, you know, you can’t keep running from me, little brother,” Taehyung granted him a boxy smile as he grabbed Jimin’s shoulders to gently shake him back and forth, and your heart took a leap.

Both men suddenly turned their attention to you, their eyes flying to your chest and if you didn’t know any better, you’d guess they were checking out your décolleté. But you did know better, and in that moment you realized that this beautiful man, this Taehyung, was also a creature of the night.

“It’s only been a couple of centuries… and stop calling me your little brother Tae, i’m older than you.”

“For the last time Jimin, human age doesn’t count.” the older vampire rolled with his eyes before they scanned your body from bottom to top until they were staring right into yours, a tiny smirk tugging on his lips when he brought the glass of bourbon on the rocks between them. “Who’s this lovely lady at your side, by the way? Care to introduce me?”

Jimin’s grip around your waist tightened, for as far as you could feel any of it through the suffocating corset, and a low growl quietly erupted from deep inside his chest.

“She’s mine, that’s all you need to know.”

Tae's long earring dangled back and forth when he shook his head with a light-hearted snicker, “Still haven’t lost the possessiveness, I see? You should join a nest, I’ve been saying that for over five hundred years. Loosen up, live a little. Might be good for you, brother.”

“Nests are disgusting. Besides, shouldn't you focus on your own human? You haven't even introduced your newest plaything.” Jimin quipped, tilting his head to look at the shirtless man shyly hiding behind Taehyung.

“Plaything?” Taehyung gasped indignantly, clutching the younger male to his chest in a tight, protective hug, “Kookie and I are in love!”

“Really? You went from telling me to join a nest to saying you’re in love with a human in the span of ten seconds, Taehyung.” Jimin deadpanned before going over his brother’s companion’s form, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion when he eyed the tight black boxer briefs, the separate white collar and black bow tie and...well there wasn’t much other clothing to consider, was there? “Why aren’t you wearing cl- i mean, what is your costume supposed to be...Kookie?”

The dark-haired young man looked flustered, not having expected to be acknowledged or spoken to directly by anyone other than Taehyung, much less his hot brother. You guessed he must be feeling the same way you were. You were just two humans, being dragged along by two ridiculously good-looking vampires at a decadent masquerade halloween ball. You almost felt bad for him for having to walk around such an event half naked, but then you tried to breathe and remembered that, oh yeah, you couldn’t. That damn corset. You’d trade costumes with him in a heartbeat.

“I’m...well...i’m a...a-” he stuttered quietly, cheeks flushed a bright pink as he looked at the ground because Jimin’s gaze got too intense. You’d been there, too.

“He’s a bunny.” Taehyung swooped in matter-of-factly, pointing at the headband with rabbit ears on top of his lover’s head. “Duh.”

“Ohh, like a playboy bunny?” you finally spoke for the first time since Taehyung joined you.

“See! Strawberry shortcake here gets it! You haven’t been walking this earth for over a thousand years to have such poor knowledge of costumes, Jimin. He’s a playboy bunny and i’m Hugh Hefner.”

“You just made that up, didn’t you? Just admit you needed an excuse to go to this party in pajamas and have your Kookie here walk around as naked as possible without having people ask too many questions.”

“Says the one who went as himself with the addition of a tasteless cape and dressed his partner up like his own personal lollipop.” Taehyung countered his brother’s witty remark before turning to you to fleetingly caress your cheek, knowing it would rile Jimin up all the more. “No offense, sweetheart, you make a great sucking stick.”

You wanted to feel offended but he wasn’t exactly wrong, was he? Also, just the way those words sounded in his low, velvet voice was so charming you almost took them as a compliment. Your skin burned where he’d touched you as you witnessed the banter between the two vampire brothers, and judging from the look on Jimin’s face, you could tell this wasn’t the first time this had occurred. How could it be when they’ve known each other for so long?

“Well, if you’ll excuse us, my sucking stick and i are going to dance.” Jimin gently took your hand with a wry smile before bowing curtly to his brother. “It was nice seeing you again, Taehyung. You too Kookie, don’t catch a cold.”

You could only just watch the bunny boy’s face get flushed again as he muttered a quiet “Thank you” under his breath and notice Taehyung wink at you mischievously before Jimin pulled you away and lead you to the enormous dance floor.

He had such a sturdy pace going there, you found it difficult to keep up in your five inch heels as you swerved through the crowd of swirling bodies, masked faces and bellowing gowns when they spun around with the music until he found an empty spot, where he could pull you so close not even a hair would fit in between your bodies.

“Are you upset?” you asked, observing the way his eyebrows frowned in a tense manner, how his lips were tightly pressed together when he ignored your words as he started swaying left and right in circles, having a tight grip on your waist and hand and pulling you along. “Jimin, we’re dracula and his sucking stick, not Fred and Ginger, remember?”

“You’re my bride! Can you not use that ass cactus’ words to describe yourself?”

“I thought it was funny.”

Jimin’s jaw muscle twitched slightly. “Just follow my lead and you’ll be fine.”

Before you even had the time to open your mouth to protest and tell him you didn’t have a single rhythmical bone in your body whatsoever, he quite literally swept you off your feet. Surprisingly enough, the two of you easily flowed in rhythm with the song, a complete orchestra on a huge balcony upstairs providing the magical music the faceless crowd spun and twirled to on the already packed dance floor.

When they set in a seductive tune, you didn’t have to do much. Jimin strung you along in the right direction at the right time, like you were his little puppet. Yet sweat trickled down your spine and your cleavage, the room feeling unbearably hot all of a sudden when it seemed like all the oxygen in the air started to evaporate. With another backwards bow before Jimin pulled you back up against his chest, you felt your breath getting knocked out of your lungs and your head spinning violently, like you were on a carousel.

“Jimin…” you gasped, your eyes rolling back when they started seeing black spots everywhere. Your ribs felt like they were going to break in their cage and your insides squeezed to mush. You couldn’t take it much longer. “Corset...can’t- can’t b-breathe…”

The blonde looked puzzled, as if he didn’t understand what you were trying to say. “What?” “Too ti...tight.” you slurred weakly. “Take it off...now…”

Jimin wildly looked around him, contemplating what to do. When he felt you swaying in his arms, on the verge of fainting, his fingers laced themselves into the tight web of threads on your back and pulled, the material ripping to shreds and freeing your aching lungs from its confines.

“Let’s get you out of here.” he spoke softly as he picked you up, ironically enough, bridal-style to make his way through the crowd of masks.

You were still groggy from the momentary suffocation, your eyelids lazily blinking while taking in your surroundings, degraded to blurry patches and muted sounds. It felt like Jimin was walking up stairs. You didn’t really care, you were glad you could breathe again.

“Honestly woman, who laced you in so impossibly tight? If i had known i’d have done it myself-”

You wanted to remind him of the fact he sent his female secretary, also a vampire, to help you get dressed before the party. She’d been around for a while and told you to just suck it up, quite literally. But just as you parted your lips, Jimin pushed the heavy curtain of a balcony to the side and your eyes fell on something that just rendered you speechless.

You immediately recognized the gorgeous profile as that of Taehyung, whom you’ve met only shortly before, but in between two muscular, naked thighs, belonging to a panting and moaning Kookie. As he laid there, legs spread and chest heaving while his lover’s tongue danced across his sensitive skin, or rather the purple flowers blooming underneath, he let his head fall back on the armrest of the sofa they nestled themselves into, bunny ears askew on his head. It was truly a sinful sight.

When you gasped, whether in surprise or arousal you weren’t sure, Taehyung slowly turned his head towards where Jimin was still holding you by the curtain, as if he only now noticed your presence for the first time. His sharp fangs shimmered when he grinned in the dark of the privacy of the balcony booth, the revelry downstairs only distant background noise.

“Why brother, if you wanted to join, you could’ve just said so.” he purred, stroking the younger male’s bruised up thighs as he spoke and watching the latter shiver in delight, something hard and distinct twitching in his tight boxer briefs. “Hurry though, Kookie’s getting impatient.”

“No, thank you.” Jimin countered through gritted teeth, but not before dipping the words in a coat of distaste.

Taehyung tsked in disapproval, shaking his head. “Always so vanilla. In that case, this booth is occupied, so if you don’t mind?”

You watched him get back to his ministrations like he never got interrupted in the first place and when he licked a long, wet stripe across his Kookie’s clothed erection, Jimin took it as your cue to leave.

He brought you to the last balcony at the end of the hallway, and it felt like he teleported you there in the blink of an eye. In some way, it was true. When he laid you down on the sofa much like the one you saw one seriously fucked out and admittedly really hot young man moaning in ecstasy only a few seconds ago, you still seemed to have trouble breathing even though the corset no longer cut off your air supply.

“Why is your heart racing like that? Shouldn’t it be slower if you only just fainted?” Jimin wondered out loud, his brows furrowing in confusion but quickly raising in surprise when you pulled him down by his collar for a quick and messy kiss.

“Take off my dress.” your whispered words touched his lips, making him subconsciously chase after them.

“Is it still too tight?”

“No.”

There it was. The black of his pupils bleeding into his irises. The sign, the startshot. His lips parted slightly and you could make out the pointy ends of his fangs just a little bit. You recalled how he skimmed his fingers over your breasts to subtly wrap them around your throat instead earlier tonight when he was repeating the gesture in this very moment, where your eyes locked even though his were only a bottomless pit.

“You’re thirsty.” you remarked, knowing all too well the tell-tale signs of surfacing veins branching out underneath his skin from his eyes to his cheekbones.

“Not for blood, i’m not.” he answered, slowly guiding the inflexible fabric of the corset off your bust until the hem grazed your nipples, sensitive and hard from watching the short scene between the two lovers before and the angel of darkness being consumed with lust right now in front of you. Human and vampire. The exact same position you were in.

You let your head fall back with a sigh, willfully exposing your neck to him. “I can see that you are.” your voice thick with want and fingers grazing his slightly unbuttoned shirt at the top of his chest to feel his defined pecs while your own arousal trickled down your thighs.

“Do you take me for a baby vamp, darling?” he mused, a low snicker resonating through his nevertheless burning throat. “I think you underestimate my ability to be ascetic...when i need to be. Making a mess out of you is just so much fun, though.”

All the while he spoke, he skillfully undressed you. The complex draperies had no secrets for his experienced fingers and you silently wondered how many of these dresses he’s had between them, queens and duchesses alike, before they finally disrobed your humble body this very moment.

“I thought we were going to have a drink,” his hands moved from your waist down to your hips when he lowered his lips to your ear, “then dance through at least five songs to get you riled up enough,” he grabbed your thighs and slowly spread them apart, “but that wasn’t necessary, was it? Hm? Someone else already did that for me, didn’t he?”

His fingers swiftly disappeared between your thighs to brush your sex through your matching red lace panties, causing a shiver to run down your spine in delight and impatience, the touch granting momentary satisfaction but so fleeting it only left you wanting more.

“You’re dripping through your pretty panties, baby,” he cooed, putting more pressure on your throbbing clit, but still not giving you the satisfaction of his fingers on your naked skin, let alone inside you. “Did Taehyung do this to my little strawberry? Did you see how good he was making Kookie feel and did you cream your underwear like this as a result?”

You nodded frantically, too light-headed to form words when you felt him slide the fabric to the side to softly graze your lower lips, making you hiss in sensitivity and bucking your hips up to meet his touch.

“Look at you, so eager… You want me to do to you what you saw my brother do to Kookie earlier, yes? Or did you want me to say yes when he asked to join? Have him touch you like this,” he dipped a single finger shallowly inside, resisting the urge to let it get sucked in by your greedy pussy, “Instead of me?”

You were on the verge of tears, so desperate for anything he wanted to give you, recalling the sinful scene of Taehyung sucking bruises into the younger man’s sturdy thighs and a wave of arousal shooting through your core once more.

“P-please, Jimin,” you swallowed thickly, wrapping a leg around his hip and carding a hand through his soft, blonde hair.

“I can see the images in your head,” he murmured, nipping at the skin of your neck before laving his tongue over the faint mark he left behind and simultaneously, finally pushing his finger further until it curled against your walls. “He really left an impression, didn’t he?”

You wanted to deny it, the slight bitterness in his voice not going by unnoticed and you didn’t want to upset him any further. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t make your mind lie even if your lips could, and he saw everything. You wanted Jimin so bad, but you couldn’t get the image of the two gorgeous boys, one nestled in between the other’s legs as he laid there fucked out and begging to be had. You couldn’t help it and whatever may have happened between the two vampire brothers in the past, you felt like you struck a nerve.

“I-I don’t-” you began, breathlessly, but Jimin quickly helped by adding a second digit and making you gasp, your body squirming under his touch while he casually continued to cover your neck in kisses.

“You want to reenact what we saw?” he suddenly proposed, the silken words whispered in your ear striking sparks along your flesh, your temperature rising rapidly from the pleasure inflicted by his fingers languidly moving inside you, “Would you like that, sweetheart? Hm?”

You nodded again, so hard you thought you were going to sprain your neck and Jimin snickered under his breath before he retracted his fingers from within your tight core. You whined at the loss of contact, but the disappointment got soothed when he lowered himself between your legs, kissing his way down your torso until he reached the place you needed his kisses the most. Of course, that would be too easy.

“Remember this?” he grinned, the pearly white of his fangs setting off strongly against the darkness of the isolated balcony and your memory instantly making a connection with the moment Taehyung turned his head to meet the two of you standing there, watching him. Your breath instantly hitched.

Jimin chuckled humorlessly, tightening his grip on the flesh of your thighs before his lips descended there as well. “Yeah, you do. Keep your eyes on me, darling.”

Before you knew what he meant, he started sucking harsh hickeys into your skin, granting you the confusing pleasure and pain you knew his lips could inflict on your flesh and making you throw your head back in bliss. He wouldn’t stop until you were covered in red and purple stains, the only flowers that would bring you joy the ones blossoming underneath your skin. Every time he finished making one bloom, he soothed it with his soft tongue.

“Such a lovely bouquet.” he hummed distractedly, your eyes glued to his face as he inhaled your scent, the scent of your blood surfacing but not quite enough to taste it.

“Jimin, please…” you tried again, irrationally hoping he’d look into your head to know what you wanted, but you knew him better than that. You couldn’t stop watching him as he completely ruined your skin in the best way possible, your desire for him to take you the strongest it’s ever been.

Your only answer was a soft chuckle before his lips left your thighs to go in a more central direction, licking his way up the front of your drenched panties. A high-pitched mewl rolled off your tongue while his circled around your clothed clit, your hips rolling to keep him going, to express your neediness somehow.

“This is where it ended, remember?” Jimin interrupted your moment, the smirk evident in his voice.

“No...No, please, keep going!” you begged, pitifully whining as you tangled your fingers into his blonde strands, tugging just a little because you knew that’s what he liked.

“Hmm? Are you sure? You want me to pick up where he left off?”

You’d honestly already half forgotten about how this was supposed to be a reenactment of what you saw Taehyung do to Kookie, but you knew Jimin was just doing this to mess with you. You knew he could see inside your mind and know Taehyung had already left a long time ago. That’s been his goal all along.

“Yes, yes!” you whimpered impatiently, locking his head in between your thighs and almost smothering him against your aching pussy, making him giggle in delight. You never knew a vampire who was so happy to please. “Please, Jimin...”

“Mmm, you want me to devour your juicy little cunt, don’t you sweetheart?” he asked you softly, his velvety voice compelling you to give him an answer if it wasn’t for his tongue drawing patterns against your lowers lips and his fingers playing with the edge of your panties distracting you. You wouldn’t even know he was talking about such dirty things just going off by how he said them.

“Ye-yes, please.”

It was all you managed to get past your lips before a moan slipped from in between them when Jimin’s wet muscle suddenly found your bare skin, your panties gone in the fraction of a second when he ripped them to shreds. He dove in like he’d been waiting just as eagerly as you have, although he probably had a lot more self-restraint.

He wasted no time in letting his fingers join while his lips closed themselves around your little bundle of nerves, suckling on it as his fingers slid inside to fill you up.

“F-fuck...Jimin…” you panted as you let wave after wave of incredible pleasure wash over you, the particularly hard sucks around your little nub shooting through your nerves like electric shocks and having been so wound up for what seemed to have been eons, you felt yourself getting there embarrassingly fast. He just managed to push all the right buttons, his fingers prodding and stroking at your sweet spot while your swollen clit throbbed inside his mouth as he continued sucking and licking with varying pressure and driving you wild.

“Jimin! I’m-i’m not gonna-gonna be able to-”

As if he knew what you were going to say, that you were getting dangerously close, and he probably did, his lips left your nub with a lewd, wet sucking sound, only to move a few inches to the left to reach your inner thigh to bear his fangs and sink them into your flesh. The sharp sting and sudden, overwhelming pain that followed was the last push you needed to come hard, your arousal covering his fingers still guiding you through your mind-blowing and confusing pain-induced orgasm as your blood started to flow inside his mouth, his soft lips somewhat soothing the painful wounds as they brushed over your skin while he eagerly drank every drop. Your mind was empty save for the image of Jimin feeding himself before you, the blood leaving your body no longer painful but a strange, pleasurable feeling that left your head light and hazy, your chest heaving with the aftermath of an orgasm that knocked the wind out of you.

He didn’t go overboard. He never did, as a vampire of his age and experience should. He only needed a little, and even then it was more for the taste than to nurture himself. You’d expected him to heal you right away and call it a day, but he went straight for your core again.

“Jimin!” you gasped, surprised, when he locked his lips with yours down below and greedily licked up anything you spilled, his tongue dancing over your skin and making sure to clean everything up.

“Dinner and dessert.” he chuckled with a last kiss to your center before he pushed himself up on his elbows to hover over you, making a tiny incision in his index finger by pushing it against the tip of his fang before spreading a little of his blood onto the wounds on your thighs. They closed miraculously quick, your skin healed like nothing had ever happened.

You smiled, satisfied, although you felt spent. Jimin tended to have that effect on you, and you absolutely loved it.

“I hope you’re not too tired, sweetheart.” he purred as he slowly kissed around your chest, sometimes stopping to nip at one of your nipples. “The night is still young… And you know what your blood does to me, don’t you, baby?”

Your eyes widened in realization, and when Jimin rolled his hips between yours for you to feel his painfully hard cock through his pants, you knew this was going to be a long night. For you, and probably Kookie, too.

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Chapter 44: Jalon

Chapter 44

Jalon

I awoke in Link‘s arms the next morning, torn from my slumber from the sounds of Gareth fussing in his room. I yawned, gently freed myself from my husband‘s embrace and got up to take care of our him.

We had swapped the cradle for a bigger crib. Gareth was growing fast; I was pretty sure he would end up being taller than Link eventually. And now he was sitting at the bars of his crib and rattling them, loudly squealing to be fed.

„It‘s alright, sweetie. Mommy is here.“ I lifted him into my arms and pulled down the collar of my dress so he could drink. Then I left the room and tiptoed down the stairs, hoping not to wake Link, so I could prepare breakfast.

I passed the front door on my way to the kitchen, only to stop and slowly look to the floor. There lay an envelope. A letter adressed to Link and me. I picked it up and continued on my way to the kitchen, settling Gareth in his kitchen-crib after burping him and opening the letter.

My eyes widened as I read it. Then I dropped it onto the table and rushed upstairs to wake Link.

I all but jumped onto the bed, grabbing his shoulders.

He opened his eyes wide, and for a split second, I wondered what I must have looked like to him. What did he think, opening his eyes only to see his wife looming over him with wide eyes and a broad grin plastered onto her face?

„Rebecca?! What‘s going on?!“ „We just got a letter from Talon! Malon had her baby yesterday. It‘s a boy!“

A few hours later we had saddled Epona and Glory and were on our way to LonLon Ranch. I mentally smacked myself for not having prepared any baby-gifts. And giving Malon Gareth‘s hand-me-downs felt kind of tacky. So we had bought a pretty little wooden rattle with little sheep and cows painted on it, and a soft blanket for her little boy at the market on our way to the stable.

Talon greeted us when we arrived. „Hello, dear friends! So good to see you. Malon and Matthias are inside.“ His cheeks were rosy and there was nothing but joy in his eyes. „Malon will be so happy that you have come to welcome little Jalon into the world.“

„Is she alright?“, I asked, remembering how taxing the birth of Gareth had been.

„As well as she could be! Of course she‘s exhausted, but that‘s to be expected. Come on in, now!“

Malon was in her room, sitting in her bed with her newborn son in her arms. She looked up and smiled at us.

„Rebecca. Link. You came.“

I hugged her. „Of course we did. I‘m just sorry that I completely missed my opportunity to prepare gifts for your little one.“ With that, I placed the rattle and the blanket on the bedside table.

„Well, he‘ll be around for a while, so there‘s still time“, she joked, rocking Jalon in her arms. „These are fine, don‘t worry! Thank you so much.“

Link stepped closer, Gareth in his arms. „Congratulations, Malon.“

„Thank you, Fairyboy“, she replied. „I see you brought Gareth.“

„Sorry about that, but my parents were busy and we couldn‘t find another babysitter on such short notice“, I explained. Then I gently took Gareth‘s hand and waved it at Jalon. „Say ‚Hello‘, Gareth!“

„Ahh ohhh!“, Gareth replied, trying and failing to copy the sounds that came out of my mouth and causing us all to giggle.

We stayed for a bit, talking to Malon and Matthias, before Malon grew tired and we had to bid our goodbyes, so she could rest.

Once we were back home at the city, I started to prepare supper while Link was playing with Gareth. The whole time, I couldn‘t stop smiling to myself. A new life being brought into the world was such a beautiful thing… a myriad of possibilities for little Jalon to grow up. And maybe he and Gareth would be as close as Malon and I were.

Two more months passed, during which we just went about our normal business. We occasionally visited Zelda in the castle and checked up on the progress of our new house, or visited Talon, Malon, Matthias and Jalon at LonLon Ranch.

The heat of summer faded, and a noticable chill in the air announced the arrival of autumn. Gareth was now almost nine months old, and Link and I were happier than ever.

Then, in the middle of autumn, we received word that our new home was ready.

We hadn‘t visited Zelda for a few weeks because she was busy with her royal duties, so we hadn‘t had the opportunity to see the house since the topping out ceremony. And so we hadn‘t known what to expect.

It was a large farmhouse, similar to the main building at LonLon-Ranch, but bigger with a facade of wooden beams and white clay. It had two stories, like our old house, but the second floor seemed to be a bit smaller than the first floor to make room for a roof-terrace. Next to the building stood a smaller, wooden building with  two entrances; one accessible from the outside and one leading to a large fenced pasture.

Worked into the clay wall above the front door was the crest of the royal family; the Loftwing with the Triforce between its wings. Why would Zelda tell the builders to put this there?

My eyes widened. This was no house, this was an estate!

„There you are!“ The foreman, a large, middle aged man, approached us. „Whaddaya say? Her Majesty didn‘t have much to say about the specifics, she just told us to make it big for you. Furniture an‘ all is already included. I dunno who ye are, but the Queen sure seems to like ya a bunch if she gifts so sumthin like this! I hadta make all of my boys work day n‘ night to get it done in time!“

„It‘s beautiful!“, I said, trying to keep my voice under control so I wouldn‘t squeal like a delighted child.

„Well… about the furniture...“, Link began hesitantly.

„Dontcha worry ‚bout a thing, forest boy! Her Majesty told us to make the furniture look forest-y for ye.“

„She did? That‘s great!“ Link took my hand. „Come on, let‘s take a look inside!“

The first floor consisted of the kitchen, with a stove, stone-oven and sink, dining area with a huge treestump serving as the table, a living area with a fireplace, a couch and two armchairs and two staircases, one leading down into the cellar, where the food-storage was, and the other leading up to the second floor. And while the furniture was very forest-y, as the foreman had so eloquently put it, it was at the same time definitely not the same. There were elaborate swirly-patterns carved into the bark of the furniture. The floor of the living area was covered in a carpet that, in work that must have taken ages, had a pattern of lighter and darker greens, yellows, browns and reds stitched into it to make it look like the forest floor covered in foliage. And above the fireplace the builders had mounted a Hylian Shield with two swords crossed behind it. There were racks for displaying weapons at the wall.

We continued upstairs, and found ourselves in a hallway with five doors. The one up ahead led to the a large bedroom. As the bed in our old home had been, the new bed was cut from a single, huge tree. And that tree must have been truly enormous, because it was also at least twice as big as the old bed. And it had a canopy made of pieces of fabric cut to look like leaves. On both sides of the bed were small tables made form the stumps of slightly smaller trees, and on the other side of the room were a basin for washing and a door that led to a walk-in closet. The floor was covered with the same kind of carpet we had seen in the living area. And above the bed, again, was the crest of the royal family.

The next room was the one adjacent to this one. It was a bathroom with a huge tub, big enough to fit in at least five people. And to my joy I discovered that they had actually hooked us up to the water-system of Hyrule, something which only high nobility could afford under normal circumstances. So we also had a proper toilet, and there was a fireplace underneath the tub so we could heat up the water in it.

The tub itself was made of ceramics, with intricate patters worked into it in beaten gold.

The next room was Gareth‘s nursery. The crib was in the middle; a loverly bed with the same forest design most of the other furniture had. There was a crib-mobile fastened on the ceiling above it, with tiny horses and cows dangling from strings. On one side of the room, there was a large chest filled to the brim with toys.

The remaining room was empty, so we would have to come up with a use for it.

To say that I was overwhelmed as we concluded our tour of the house would have put it mildly. Sure, I had been a guest at the castle for extended periods of time before, but being a guest in a luxurious place and actually owning one were two completely different beasts. I felt dizzy, so Link led me to one of the armchairs downstairs and urged me to sit down.

„Well this is… certainly a house“, I said carefully.

„It is“, Link confirmed, his voice giving no indication of his actual feelings about this place.

„So…“, I said. „What now?“

Link sighed, rubbing his eyes. „I… suppose there are a few things in our old house that we could use over here. Most of our clothes, for example. And after that, we could sell it. Or maybe rent it out. I still have plenty of rupees left, but a steady source of income would be nice.“

„And we have to get Epona and Glory over here“, I added.

Link and I looked at each other and let out a deep sigh. This house would take some getting used to.

We left the house for a bit to go fetch our possessions from our old place. Clothes, weapons, Gareth‘s toys and of course our horses. It was already late evening when everything was packed away and Epona and Glory had been introduced to their new home.

We were just about to retire to our bedroom when someone knocked on our door.

„Did we invite anyone?“, I asked, puzzled.

„Not that I know of.“ Link got up and answered.

A few moments later, Zelda stepped into the living area, weaking a black cloak over her finery so she wouldn‘t be spotted so easily. „Hello, you two! I just wanted to come by and see how you liked your new home!“

„It‘s so big“, I replied, accepting her warm, welcoming hug. „And luxurious.“

„The two of you deserve no less. The people of Hyrule may have forgotten what you have done for the kingdom. But I haven‘t.“ She lightly kissed my cheek, though I couldn‘t help but notice how close to the corner of my mouth that kiss ended up. She then hugged Link and gave him the same kind of kiss; mostly on the cheek but very close to the corner of his mouth.

I nodded in the direction of the fireplace. „Why don‘t you have a seat? Would you like something to drink? Link and I just drank some tea, and the water should still be hot.“

„Tea sounds lovely right now, thank you.“

Link took Zelda‘s cloak while I walked into the kitchen, getting out one of our finest teacups and prepared some tea for Zelda. When I returned to the living area, she had settled into one of the armchairs, while Link sat on the couch. I handed the cup to Zelda and then sat down next to my husband. Zelda was just about to speak when something, or rather someone, tugged at her skirt. With a smile, she reached down and lifted Gareth onto her lap. „Hello there, little one. Did you come to say hello to your dear auntie Zelda?“ Then she stopped for a moment. „...Goddesses, that just made me sound terribly old, didn‘t it?“ Then she shook her head. „No wonder, though. I feel like I have aged ten years since my coronation.“

„Even if you did, you‘d still be pretty far from old“, I remarked.

Zelda lightly pinched Gareth‘s rosy cheek. „The ministers are starting to pester me about marriage.“ She pulled a face, causing Gareth to giggle, and said in a mocking imitation of a typical aristocrat‘s voice:„It doesn‘t have to be a king, Your Majesty. Of course we wouldn‘t insinuate that you aren‘t perfectly capable of ruling Hyrule on your own, Your Majesty. But you should at least take a royal consort who can give you an heir, so the kingdom isn‘t left leaderless incase something happens to you.“ She sighed and continued in her normal voice:„They are correct, of course. But it‘s hard to agree to a marriage born out of politics or convenience when I know how happy marriages out of love can be.“ With that, she cast her sad gaze at us.

I blushed and at the same time felt tears sting in my eyes. I felt no guilt over being Link‘s wife anymore. But I felt for Zelda.

Then I had an idea. „...does your heir have to be the result of a marriage?“

Zelda tilted her head to the side. „No, I suppose not. Since the father would actually be quite irrelevant. Why do you ask?“

My heart stung, but I turned to Link. „Link, you love Zelda, don‘t you?“

Link blushed and looked at me with wide eyes. „What? I… I love you, more than anything, and my feelings for Zelda-“

„Link, I am not doubting your fidelity. You love Zelda. Hell, both of us do! And we can help her right now.“ Then I looked to Zelda again. „...if you will agree with that plan, Zelda.“

Zelda looked at both of us with her mouth hanging open. „You… would do that?“ Once the initial shock had worn off, she looked off to the side. „I couldn‘t do that to you, Rebecca. For that, I cherish you too much. If we‘re doing this… then it‘s going to be all three of us.“

My heart skipped a beat, and my face flushed red. „All three of us?“

She leaned forward, suddenly smiling. „I wouldn‘t be the first Queen of Hyrule to have multiple lovers.“

„Lovers…?“, I muttered, feeling my blush deepen.

Zelda slightly shook her head. „I thought you would have noticed by now. How I have come to love you as much as I love Link.“

„Zelda...“

Link got up. „This is absolutely insane.“ Then he smiled. „Insane enough to be the perfect plan for the three of us. Let‘s put Gareth to bed and then retire to the master bedroom.“

I could barely contain the flurry of emotions within me as we entered the bedroom. Lacings were undone, tunics and underclothes dropped to the floor with barely a whisper of sound, and before I knew it, Zelda was on top of me on the bed, her erect nipples grazing against mine as she kissed me. I moaned into her mouth as her fingers found my most sensitive spot and began to circle around it, enough to tease and arouse, but not enough to satisfy.

Link was breathing heavily, just looking at us touching each other, before approaching and putting his hands on Zelda‘s hips. He let his hands run up and down her thighs, then slipped one of them between her legs and followed the glistening slit of her vagina. She tensed a little and moaned, but never stopped stimulating me, even though I was already dripping wet and loudly groaning for more.

Once Link found Zelda ready, he put his hands back on her hips. „I‘m… I‘m going to put it in now, Zelda.“

She half turned to him. „Go right ahead.“

Nothing could have prepared me for the rush of arousal I felt when I saw Link push forward into Zelda‘s body, and the feeling of her tair tickling my breasts as she pressed her face onto my chest. Seeing two people I loved so consumed in pleasure was indiscribable. And the whole time, Zelda didn‘t stop touching me. I felt my orgasm approach and moved against her fingers. As much as I would have loved to feel Link inside of me at that moment, her fingers felt amazing. I reached down, finding the bundle of nerves between her legs, and began rubbing it with the rhythm of Link‘s thrusts. Zelda dissolved into a sweaty, moaning mess and screamed into my breasts as she finally unravelled. Link cried out in pleasure and spilled himself into her. Both sank down on me, panting and exhausted.

I wasn‘t quite satisfied yet, but this evening wasn‘t about me. So I just watched them gather themselves. Zelda was the first one to regain her voice.

„It seems that you didn‘t get your due, Rebecca“, she mumbled, tracing the outline of my breasts with her index finger.

„It‘s fine“, I assured her.

„Absolutely not.“ She slid behind me, pulling my legs open so I was all but presenting my intimate zone to Link. „Look at her, Link. How can you say no to that?“

Link lifted his index finger to ask us to wait. „Give… give me a moment.“

„Suit yourself.“ And while we were waiting for Link to recover, Zelda stroked my breasts and kissed the base of my neck. „You have an amazing body, Rebecca. Even after giving birth, you‘re still so beautiful.“

„Nothing can beat your beauty“, I said in a low voice. „You seem quite comfortable with yourself. Have you done this before?“

„Not with other people.“ She kissed my earlobe. „But a good Queen knows to feign confidence.“

„Hmmmm...“

Meanwhile, Link turned to us again, his member once again standing proud.

I cried out as he pushed into me. And clung to him, even while Zelda was kissing me and egging us on. But Link was still exhausted, and I had been on the verge of climax anyway, so that second round didn‘t last long. At the end of it, the three of us crawled under the bedsheets; Zelda in the middle and Link and I snuggled up to her sides. Link and I rested our entwined hands on her stomach, and huddled together like that, we soon fell asleep.

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Hints

Name Written In Rock

Go to the workshop island (Disc 1). After solving the boiler puzzle, go to the small balcony that has the frog trap. Climb down the ladder. At the bottom, face the ladder so that you are one screen away from being directly at the ladder. In the upper left corner is the word “Alex” written in the rock.

Hidden Faces

At the start of the game, leave Temple Island and then return. Go to where you started. Next, go to the bottom of the staircase and look down to the right. Two faces are in the top-left. To find the other three, rotate the Gate Room (rotating room) until you can enter from the passage under the gate. Go under the gate, and immediately after you do that, on the right side of the screen, you will see three faces. You will only see them if you can enter the room from the place you are in. For more hidden faces, step outside the cage where you start the game. Turn left, and look up. One face is just to the left of lower center, hidden in the rocks. The other is in the lower right corner.More hidden faces can be seen on Temple Island, after going under the chained wood gate. The passage to Gateway room at other end must be open. Look along the right side of the screen. The three children’s faces are Rand Miller’s daughters.

Human

Go to the 233rd Age (Gehn’s house) after trapping Gehn there. Go down the ladder to Gehn’s bedroom. Go up to a sort of round cage thing (the “holo-projector”) and look in the rocks in front of you through the window. There should be a human there.

The “Deleted” Book Press

There was a book press on Crater Island (where Gehn makes his books), by the ladder up to his “house” (which was locked at the start). It was removed during the game’s development, but still can be found. Face the boiler controls and click in the upper left hand corner, on the pump. You should now see an angled picture of the nice view to the left of the boiler. Look down towards the left side and you will see the upper part of the book press. Another way to see it is to walk a bit back on the catwalk and turn towards the boiler room. It is difficult to find, but it is there. If you look up, you will also be able to see it, just even more blurred.

Photo On Cliff

In Riven, after you have advanced to a decent point in the game, go to the chamber where you first appeared in the game. In that area, go to the edge of the cliff facing the holograph room and the first transport. Look down the cliff and you will see rocks and the water. In the upper-left side of the screen, in the cliff, is a photograph of two “MYSTerious” children. Those are Robyn Miller’s children.

Gehn’s Face

After you break the lens at the end of the game, look closely at Atrus. For a brief moment a face will appear. This also happens at the start of Riven, when Atrus holds up the Linking book to Riven. This was intentional, so that it felt like Gehn was watching you from the very beginning.

Jungle Secrets

When you change to Disc 3 you should be at a point where all the trees are cut down. Find the path that leads to the gate. Open it and start to walk. As soon as you go under the first tree, look to your left. You should see a giant dagger sticking up out of the ground. Walk down and you will find another rolling ball thing. Remember to note what the symbol is and what sound it makes. Return to the path and start walking forwards again. When you reach the two pathways, go right. As you walk down you should see a giant fish head. Approach and inspect the head and you will find nothing. However, back on the pathway you should see two lamps. Go until all you can see is the top part. On the very top there is a small disc. Push it and see what happens.

Bonus Appearance

Remember back at the beginning, when the native takes your prison book, gets shot with a dart, and is dumped over a cliff? Once you have captured Gehn and freed Catherine at the end of the game, return to the Temple/Generator at the first (disc 2) island and look over the cliff. The will be gone, but look at the upper left corner of the screen.

Cheats

Developer Mode

At any point in the game to toggle developer mode on/off:

1. hit ENTER2. type b3hn (case sensitive)3. hit ENTERTo bring up the console: Hold CTRL and hit TAB. (If you don't get a cursor at the bottom left of the screen try the first part again.) Console Commands (partial list):pleh - displays helpdebug - toggles debug infog nnn - goto card example: g 159gs sss nnn - goto stack / card example: g tspit 159hs - toggle hotspotsslideshow - view slideshowOther commands are not listed because they will crash the game if used incorrectly.Warning: help and slideshow are timed events. The game will not respond to ANY user input until they are finished. ALT-TAB and CTRL-ALT-DEL still work though. ALT-F4 does not.

Unlockables

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Easter eggs

Easter Eggs

Use the following steps to activate the Easter Eggs in the game. Note: Click the places just once. You will know if you have done so when the cursor disappears for a second. At the start of the game, exit your cage, go towards the stairs, turn right and look over the cliff. Click on the unconscious guy. Go to Boiler Island. Enter Gehn’s lab, find the little chest of drawers where Gehn keeps bird’s eggs. Click on the little orange one. Solve the Animal Stone puzzle on Jungle Island. Go to the Moiety Age and in your prison, click on the little bowl on the table. On Jungle Island, go to the submarine. Travel in it to the place with the five switches. Look out of the window there and you will see the sub, back on the cliff. Click on it. Go to Survey Island by taking the Maglev from Boiler Island. Note: You might have to turn the Maglev around and then get out. Go to the room with a long handle. Pull it, and a lift will appear from the floor. Do not go into the lift, but from where you are, click on the little star on the top of the lift. Finally, take the Maglev from Jungle Island to Temple Island, or travel there by linking book. When you are next to the blue button near the Maglev station, turn left. You will see a triangle of light. If you look very closely, you will see the letters RAWA, the nickname of one of the Riven programmers, Richard A. Watson. Click on the letters to activate the remaining Easter Eggs in the game, as follows Lights onGo to Temple Island, the island you started from. Go to the room with the Whark statues and the temple itself. Make it so you are looking at the room from the exit (where the Maglav is found) There is a hidden switch in the left side, on one of the pillars. Press it. Wire-frame detailGo to where you make the “sub” descend into the water next to the village by the lagoon. Go three or four screens toward the village (until you are looking down a ladder). Then, turn right. You should see a wire-frame view of the lagoon. Silly PuttyGo to the underwater viewing room on Plateau Island. Sit in the chair and hit the button to face the window. Pull the left hand lever and then look down at the view screen (the one used to spy on Catherine). Finally, click on the small round, brown bolt just off to the right of the view screen to view the Easter Egg movie. Singing GehnGo to Ghen’s 233rd world (the one you go to using the Fire-Marble Domes). Go to his bedroom and face the wall with the red tapestry and the star on it. Click on the D’ni symbol for 5 in the exact center of the star to see the Easter Egg movie. Sky HighWhile you are on Jungle Island, go into the jungle. Take the elevator up to the “second” floor of the jungle and start walking up towards the control throne past the dome. Up about the middle of the stairs leading to the control throne, turn around and face the dome. To your left, down on the path underneath, you can see some lights by the side of the road. Click on the lamp farthest away from the dome to see the last Easter Egg.

The Sixth Spyder Easter Egg

After you have completed the Spyder easter egg hunt and clicked on all five “hot-spots” (bird egg, wooden bowl, submarine, star, and “RAWA”) as described above, you will have activated the Spyder Easter Eggs. The following Easter Egg was left out in the list above. To get “dumped”, go to Crater/Boiler Island from jungle island on the logging cart. Once you get there, climb up the ladder back to the cart and click the bumper in front of the cart.

Easter Eggs (Alternate)

This is an alternate and quicker way to unlock the Easter Eggs. Follow these instructions exactly. If “click an object” is stated, do not move forward and click it; click it from where you are. If “back away” is stated, make sure the hand is in the “move back” spot. Also, click on the indicated target only once. If the pointer disappears quickly and comes back, you did it correctly — do not click it again.

1. Start a new game, and while you are still in the cage, save the game in case you make a mistake. Do not save it after leaving it. 2. Click on the handler from inside the cage. 3. Click on the handler to see a closer view. 4. Click the top of the handler once (only). 5. Move back. 6. Move right. 7. Move up (look up view) 8. Click on the star on the cage once. 9. Move right. 10. Move right. 11. Move right. 12. Move forward. (Click by cliff with "move forward" hand) 13. Move forward (by cliff) 14. Look down cliff with "look down" hand. 15. Save your game here in case you make a mistake in the next part, as it is complicated. 16. You will see the guard, "Cho", on the ground below the cliff. Click these spots only once in order. If the pointer disappears quickly, the spot is activated : The knife on the ground, Cho's head, the holster on Cho's torso by his left arm (on the screen, and not from Cho's point of view), Cho's right hand , Cho's foot, Cho's left hand, Cho's torso (where part of his uniform has a stripe). Now all you have to do is click the name "RAWA" by the mag-lev on Temple Island, a step mentioned before, and you will have full access to the Easter Eggs mentioned earlier.

Glitches

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Guides

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