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[what-would-ahsoka-tano-do]

Commander Tano.

You wouldn’t suppose you’d know how to get a Jedi to go to the med-bay? General Kenobi has been avoiding his health checks for a month or two now and the medics are about to resort to stunning him.

I figured as you are of his lineage you might know- or at least have a trick you could try that doesn’t require stunning as I have noticed that the General really doesn’t respond well to it..

- Marshal Commander Cody, 212th Attack Battalion.

Commander Cody,

In this scenario there is no hope. My only advice is that if you want to stun him, skyguy cooked up a special stunner which is maybe four times regular strength? I wouldn’t recommend using it on regular people. It works in Master Kenobi though!

If he’s really really injured he has been known to once or twice fall for the ‘do it for me 🥺’ approach. One particularly dire time I know Anakin pretended he was hurt so Master Kenobi would ‘escort’ him to the mebay. That was a fun one. He usually mellows out once he’s there. Oh! And it might be the stark white and impersonalness that scares him. Paint the medbay blue and offer him a lollipop if nothing works.

Tano out!

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false god ❀ s. reid x reader

in which spencer (literally) cannot wait to show you how pretty he thinks you are tonight. 

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: smut (18+ mdni) tags: established relationship. public stuff. fingering. the team is there. readers wearing a skirt. he looooves you. they're at a bar. kinda soft dom!spence but like only if you squint. i have never posted smut before if im missing tags tell meee word count: 1.9k a/n: biting the bullet. posting smut (shudders). i have a singular roman empire and it is spencer reid plus fingering. i think about it sooo often. i do not think he would be the type to actually do this in public so yes it is self indulgent yes u can all call me crazy!! idgaf!!! i feel like the pacing in this is kinda weird pls forgive i never write smut :< if it's bad don't tell me let me be blissfully ignorant thank YEW!!

You were pretty sure there was something wrong with him (Spencer Reid). Something fundamentally broken in his brain, because he had not said a word to you that made sense from the second he picked you up from your apartment that evening. 

A lot of 'mhm's' and 'yeah's', which from maybe any other man would be normal, was not from him. He didn't speak incredibly eloquently, per se. But he did always respond to you in sentences. He liked to talk, so this lack of it was concerning you. 

He was seated next to you, in the booth Penelope Garcia had scouted out the second she stepped foot into the bar you were all meeting at. It was supposed to be a simple evening. Some drinks, some talking, winding down after the awful case you had just come back from. Spencer's lack of talking had you feeling anything but (simple). 

"Are you okay?" you had asked him when half the team stood up to go purchase the second round of drinks for everyone, and he wordlessly nodded his head, staring at the glass of water on the table in front of him, condensation sweating down to the wood. 

He wasn't. But there was only so much you could do for him when he was shutting down, especially in a public setting, so you nodded your own head, and settled into conversation with JJ instead. 

His hand found your thigh at some point during the conversation, and while you had flinched at its first contact, you didn't think much of it — he was never one for huge displays of affection, but he loved having his hands on you. An act as simple as a hand on your back had you swooning now, because you knew in his mind, he was thinking everything there was to possibly think about you. 

What you did think much of, was the way it crept higher as the team returned with drinks, and the noise from your booth got louder as conversations clashed with each other. 

Your head turned to the side, eyebrows furrowing, but he was still staring at his half-drank glass of water, with no real expression on his face. Frustratingly so.

He was never cruel, you learned. It was why his next action didn't occur until you had finished your sentence to JJ, as if to prevent what would've been your vocal chords tightening and lifting the octave of your voice as you spoke. 

It was such a featherlike touch it was hardly there, and you probably wouldn't have noticed it if he didn't do it again. And again. And again. One of his fingers brushing delicately over the centre of your underwear in a quick swiping motion, that had your head snapping to the side, meeting his jawline and his unwavering gaze with his glass of water. 

"Spencer," you muttered, and it was only then did he tilt his head down to look at you, raising an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

His hand wrapped around the side of your inner thigh and tugged you across the seat, closer to him, his head ducking down to speak. 

"You're really pretty," he murmured, and your eyebrows only furrowed further at that.

"Thank you," you decided to say. "But what are you doing?"

"I just wanna touch you. Is that okay?"

You were silent for a moment. Maybe a moment too long, because he was already pulling his hand off your thigh, nodding his head.

"I mean, yes," you quickly say, catching his wrist before it could stray too far. "I was just confused where this was coming from."

"I really like the skirt," he explained, and your lips parted and an amused huff of air left them. Of course.

"Me too."

"Need you to wear it more often," he then said, his hand finding its way back between your thighs. "Please?"

"Maybe," you said, because it was all you could say, considering he was moving things along a little bit faster now that you had consented (not that you think you would've denied it). 

His ministrations were small enough that you could keep your voice steady as you kept conversation going with JJ, but firm enough that you squirmed every thirty seconds. He, on the other hand, was acting as though he was doing nothing to you, engaged in a conversation about the origins of pasta, with David Rossi. 

"I mean, in Greek mythology, it suggests that the Greek god Vulcan invented a device that made strings of dough. Which could be classified as the first spaghetti," he said, and at the same time, his fingers slipped beneath your underwear, brushing over your embarrassingly wet folds. 

You watched him stiffen, only because you had killed your conversation with JJ with one too many 'uh-huh's', and his jaw locked.

You were merely observant as he circled your clit a few times, until you were picking up your drink and forcing yourself to sip on it in order to keep your mouth busy — instead of releasing a moan that you really didn't want the team to hear. 

His gaze flicked to you for only half a second, and you met his eyes with an embarrassingly desperate look, and he laughed, oh so quietly, before a finger slipped into you. 

It was so gentle you thought you would go insane, and he rested the finger there for a few seconds as he responded to an argument Rossi had made about the Italian's inventing bolognese or whatever. You weren't really listening. 

The internal war you were dealing with; a pool of fiery butterflies in your stomach and the constant screaming to stay quiet in your brain was a stark contrast to Spencer's relaxed state. Because he had lazily began to move his finger like it was Sunday morning and he was easing you awake, and not in the middle of a Virginia bar with conversations amongst the team happening around you. 

You hated him for that.

Your hips squirmed when he crooked his finger, and your free hand bolted to his wrist, holding his hand still just before he could do it again, and elicit a sound from you.

The second Rossi had become immersed in something Morgan had said, Spencer's gaze was returning to you, an amused smile stretched across his lips. 

"You okay, honey?" he murmured, ducking his face down to kiss your cheek, heat blossoming on the spot. 

"I am trying so hard not to make a noise," you said, and he smiled, and you could feel it against your skin, wonderfully so.

"And you're doing an excellent job of it."

"You know, if you just took me to the bathroom..." you trailed off, eyes flickering up to him. 

"Not happening. Do you know how many germs are in public bathrooms?"

"Probably as many as the seat you're currently fingering me on," you hissed, voice hushed. 

At that, he pushed the heel of his hand against your clit, and you choked out a mewl. 

"I can stop," he said, though it didn't come out as a warning. You knew he only offered it because he would get the reaction of you violently shaking your head. "Right. No bathroom."

"No bathroom," you agreed with a flip of your stomach. 

His attention was captured by a conversation again, and with it, his finger began moving again. He was moving it with such an expertise that if this was any other situation you'd be impressed. Unfortunately, you were a little preoccupied with trying not to make a sound to appreciate how well he knew your body. 

Lazy pumps of his finger had you reeling and he was hardly doing anything, which was definitely going to be embarrassing to think about later on when he brings this up. Like you knew he would. 

Your A+ streak of making no noise was interrupted — quite rudely — by him slipping another finger in, the uncomfortable stretch that only lasted a second eliciting a whimper you couldn't keep to yourself. His eyebrows shot up and you were thankful Rossi had not been looking at him when his gaze rested on you again, and that the music in the bar was loud enough to drown out the sound to anyone who wasn't listening for it. 

"Too much?" he asked, but the second you felt him slowly pulling that second finger back, you were shaking your head, nails digging into the wrist that you still had captured. 

"No. It's not. Promise."

He smiled, and wordlessly nodded his head as he allowed the finger to straighten inside of you. Then, he moved them in and out of you a few times, achingly slowly. 

"Spencer," you breathed out, frustrated. 

"Yes, angel?"

"Can you please... just... go faster," you bit out, heat flushing your cheeks. Again.

"That would make it obvious," he answered, and you let out a huff of air. You knew he was right. "But," he added, upon detecting your annoyance. "I can do this."

He was once again proving how well he knew your body, because his thumb so easily found your clit, and circled it in a way that shot sparks up through your body.

"Yes you can," you agreed, nodding your head eagerly, and he breathed out a chuckle.

It seemed to be a lot easier to do that fast enough and hide what he was doing to you at the same time, because his fingers bent upwards at the same time he flicked his thumb over your clit, and whatever self-control you thought you had was swindled.

Your teeth bit down on the disintegrating paper straw, just to stop the moan that caught in the base of your throat from leaving it, and at that, he did it again. 

Spencer Reid was good at a lot of things. Making you come from the lightest of touches seemed to be joining that long list. Your head buried itself into the forearm of the hand that was touching you, at the same time he used it to push your hips back into the seat when they had begun to lift upwards. 

"You're making it obvious," he said to you, and what you're sure would've been a wonderfully eloquent argument died in your throat when he flicked your clit again. 

"I can't," you managed to get out, shaking your head as your fingers dug perhaps a little too hard into his wrist. 

"No?" he mused, though didn't stop his movements. You shook your head. He smiled. "So you want me to stop?"

"No."

"Mm, you're conflicting yourself, angel," he said, and you groaned for more than just how he was making you feel because you knew that. 

You bit down on his arm through his shirt to silence another moan when he pushed his fingers in a little harder than before, and if it hurt, he didn't say anything. You decided it must not have, because he repeated that movement. 

You were fighting against the need to squirm as your stomach tightened. And he must've figured out what was happening, because he masked your incandescent need to moan by using his opposite hand to entangle within your hair, bringing your face into his chest, acting as a hug to anyone who could see you. 

"There you go," he murmured, awfully gently, in your ear, as your walls fluttered around his fingers. 

You weren't sure if you were imagining your hips jerking until he was slipping his fingers out of you and pushing them down into the seat again.

He wiped his fingers against his pants, and your lips parted, eyes staring at him, dumbfounded. 

"What?" 

You shook your head, regaining a little self control as you settled down. "Nothing. I'm wearing this skirt again, though."

"Good."

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Thank yew @butterfly-siege for the tagggg this is a good excuse for me to come clean 😔 I have in fact not rlly been cooking up anything hijack lately, and that is because I have been haunted with thots of my OC, Klaufi....... Who is a httyd OC dhdbejsbsjsbwnwn

I'll be revealing more about her later once my friends start posting about their own OC's (wink wink nudge nudge) but below I've posted a blurb I wrote that takes place not long after Klaufi first washes up on Berk <33

"I don't trust her." 

Hiccup sighs. He's spent the past week bedridden, and his patience for Astrid's paranoia is at an all time low. Not to mention is head is pounding, and the Meade hall isn't exactly quiet.  "Has she done anything to warrent your suspicion?" Hiccup asks, rubbing his temple. 

Astrid's face falls. But then she steels it and squints her eyes at him. "Remember Heather?" she hisses, leaning over the table to whisper at him. "Some girl washes up on the shore with some sob story? What are the chances that happens two years in a row?"  Hiccup purses his lips. "Good point," he says. "But I still disagree. When Heather showed up, we weren't exactly in peaceful times. In hindsight we should have been suspicious of her."  Astrid gives him a flat look. "I was."  "Yes, yes, and you haven't let me forget it." Hiccup rolls his eyes. "But tell me; if she did have ulterior motives, what are they?"  That seems to catch Astrid off guard. For a few seconds her gaze drifts down to the wooden table, seemingly trying to think of an answer to his question.  It pains him to say, but Hiccup was suspicious of Klaufi at first. After everything that happened with Alvin and Dagur, he learned to stop being so trusting of strangers. For the most part, at least. But Klaufi's tale of misfortune seemed too fabricated to be true. 

Then he met her, and saw the genuine kindness in her eyes. From then on Hiccup decided not to treat her like an outcast. Which became a bit hard when their first meeting left her embarrassed and she started to avoid him entirely.

Eventually, Astrid sighs. "I don't know," she says, but there's still a pinch in her eyebrows. "But I think we should still be cautious. We have the book of dragons, and we've put a big target on ourselves. Maybe she's an assassin." 

Hiccup gives Astrid a dry look, and then turns his head to where their new guest is walking through the throes of tables. Every day since she's washed up on Berk, she's come to the Meade hall to grab food and flee back to Gothi's.  Her shoulders are bunched up to her ears, and her gaze stays glued to the floor as she tries to get out of the hall as fast as possible.  In her haste, it seems she didn't account for her... dexterity. Something catches her foot, a high-pitched yelp echoes in the air over the chatter, and she falls to the floor. Her food and drink spill all over herself.  Astrid stares blankly as the citezens of Berk erupt into laughter, the subject of their torment springing to her feet and escaping the hall with a blush so potent Hiccup wonders if red paint spilled as well.  "Does that look like an assassin to you?" Hiccup says dryly. "... There's no way she's that clumsy," Astrid mutters under her breath.  Hiccup laughs. "Her name is Klaufi."  "What are the chances her parents knew she'd grow up to be that... Well, y'know."  "I dunno. Maybe the gods blessed them with the gift of foresight."

Yeah I'm a dirty OC/MC shipper what about it

Oh erm yes tags. @that1notetaker @droptoposmosis @yanleafy hi pookies. Feel free to just post a line or two from your most recent WIP. I'm just a yapper and incapable of only posting that many

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❝book of beasts: from the ashes❞ myg― m.

— summary: you perform a spell to meet your familiar; what you don’t expect is a centuries-old phoenix to be the one attached to your soul.

phoenix!yoongi/witch!reader | mythical shifter!au | fluff, smut, angst | 12k ↬ content warnings: reincarnation, soulmates, character death, corpses, murder, violent, mentions of black market slavery, blood, knives, loss of virginity, virgin kink if you squint, fingering, dirty talk, rough sex, yoongi pushes you, light argument, regrets, crying, witch-hunting

a/n: finally, another fic for this series is out! it took me ages but i did enjoy this yoongi!

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Ever since you were a child, there had always been stories of reincarnation and soulmates being told around you. There was even an elderly lady in your village who could recall her past life with startling clarity.

It had always been a wonder to you, if you also had a past life and someone who you were destined to be with. As far as you knew, you couldn't remember anything other than your current life. Nothing had ever stood out to you with strange deja vu that many reincarnates would speak of feeling.

You had learned magic as a child, discovering that even though you weren't born a witch, you still had a natural affinity to the craft. When your parents died and your village eventually lost economic value, you decided to travel in order to find more knowledge of the world.

However, the world outside of your quaint little village you were born in was harsh and unforgiving in your status as a taught witch. Numerous towns outright rejected your presence, not accepting anyone except a pure-witch. It saddened you, to be told to leave as if you were a plague and receiving vicious glares and cruel whispers behind your back.

You supposed there was good reason; after the genocide against their kind many, many years ago — they were wary of outsiders in their close-knit communities.

You began to wonder if you'd ever find a place to settle down and call your home, you had turned 18 and you knew it was time to find a place to live.

Just as you began to give up on the idea of being able to live among witches, you came across Caelfall.

The sign leading to the town made your heart ache with nostalgia. You just couldn't describe it but it felt like you'd been walking through this very place before.

You were thrilled when you managed to snag a little shack on the outskirts to the town fit with a little personal garden that was in dire need of a good weeding. But it was definitely a good place to grow nightshade and various ingredients instead of having to buy them from the market. The place was a bit of a walk from the market anyway so growing common and easy things would definitely be a good idea.

Your good feeling of finally having a home was quickly vanquished when you realized the people of Caelfall were not as happy to have you in their midst. With a population of mostly elder witches, they stuck to the ideal that those who learned magic were not to be trusted; whether they believed you were a threat or simply foul in your learned status, you didn't know.

The first frustrating act committed upon you was when you arrived in the town's Apothecary to see what type of things you had to look at. An elder witch named Agnes was standing there, smiling but the second she saw your face that smile turned into a glare that you swear sent your soul six feet under. You powered through, offering a smile only to receive nothing in return before you looked at the various ingredients and premade potions that decorated the little shop.

When you attempted to purchase a packet of nightshade seeds, she had charged you twice as much as the price tag said. When you spoke up about it, she told you to either pay the price or you got nothing and you nearly left over it. However, a young girl with startling red hair about your age came from the back of the store, calling in a scolding tone "Mother! That's not fair!"

You were shocked when the young lady shooed her mother back to where she had originally come from. She apologized on her mother's behalf saying "Her mind and opinions are still stuck in that of when she was a child, that'll be 10 Silver for those seeds!"

And that was how you got your seeds for the right price and managed to start your little garden.

Your next run-in with Agnes was when you wanted to sell your nightshade to her but she tried to jip you by paying only half of what you knew you should have gotten. As a result, you had to go to the market to sell your goods.

The market had various stalls with people selling, buying, and trading; most of the people were outsiders who would come and go over time.

It was at one of these stalls that you met a girl by the name of Calypso who had paid you very fairly. She also happened to be selling various wares which led you to coming across a Spell Book.

When you looked through the pages, you were incredibly excited to see so many spells that you had never gotten the chance to learn or even seen before.

"How much?" You asked, making Calypso smile at your excitement.

"130 Silver originally but I'll give it to you for 100,"

"I can get that money up in a few months will you be here?" You questioned.

"A few months, I'll even put it aside for you and save it for you, okay?"

She was a godsend, truly.

And you were true to your word, managing to get the book in 3 months as you sold as many things in the market as you could possibly manage.

Though constantly working and going back and forth between the market was exhausting, it was worth it in the end.

The pure exhilaration and excitement you felt as you were finally sitting at your potions table with the beautiful, intricate leather-bound book sitting in front of you was palpable.

There was one spell among the hundreds that the book possessed that you just knew you had to perform. It was a deep-seeded need that you felt you must do it, almost as if your very soul was commanding that you do it.

The one spell that everyone knew learned-witches just couldn't successfully cast. It was something only those born as a witch could perform because they're the only ones who could possibly possess one.

The Familiar Spell.

There was something you just couldn't shake that told you you had to perform it, you had to find the end result. There was something at the end of this tunnel that you needed to see or discover. You would learn something about yourself in the process, you were sure.

The spell called for Nightshade of any color, Eye of Newt and a simple few Slips of Yew. The only ingredient that would be hard to procure at the moment would be the Yew.

The plant tended to fetch a high price so you had sold what you had to get the 100 Silver to afford the book.

This meant that you would have to venture into the forest to locate what you could find. Ingredients were usually readily found growing in the land surrounding where witches lived; it's why they settled in their particular villages.

The air was chilly and there was a slight breeze as you ventured into the forest. You held your worn wicker basket in your hands, your fingers beginning to burn as they were exposed more and more to the cool air. Sniffling, you followed down an overgrown path and you briefly wondered how long it had been since a witch actually had to come and fetch her own ingredients.

With the economy of the country booming, ingredients and things of that sort were increasingly easy to come by. Even peddlers from other lands would come to sell which ultimately made having to hunt through the forests on your own completely useless. You should count yourself lucky since that merely meant things would be very easy to procure in your predicament.

"Ah there," You muttered, your voice being drowned out by a slightly stronger gust of wind. Perhaps a storm was beginning to roll in.

Either way, the Yew was in your sights and you rushed up to collect what you needed. However, just as you began to sift through the green to gather berries, something caught your attention.

Standing behind the tree, hidden in vines and moss and covered by tall trees surrounding it was a structure. The walls were gray and a large archway stood, though cracked and partially crumbling away, as the entrance to it.

It was some type of ancient shrine.

Unable to keep your curiosity at bay, you stumbled your way through the brush and squeezed past trees until you were standing just before the entrance to the shrine. As you stood there, the hairs on your arms began to stand up and there was undeniable heat coming from within the building. It wasn't just hot, it was pure electrically charged.

The entire building was infused with magic. Magic that had even your own magic bubbling and sparking from within, and you weren't even a pure blood. 

This shrine was built by a witch — a powerful witch at that.

The whole place seemed to emit a vibrant purple glow; and you could see the faint magic markings of sigils casted into the stone of the building.

Clutching your basket tighter, you stepped up to the doors; they were simple wood but had engravings carved all along them. The doorknob was burning hot to the touch but for some reason, it didn't hurt though it felt like it should have. Perhaps it was a ward of some sort to keep non-witches from entering.

The door creaked loudly enough to make you flinch when you opened it, and you had to hold your breath at the gust of dust that invaded your throat. You doubled over, choking and coughing as your basket toppled to the floor and spilled your ingredients all over the floor with it.

The magic and energy in the air was palpable and as your coughing died down, you opened your eyes to see a completely different scene than what you had walked in on.

Instead of cobwebs and dust hanging in the air, everything was clear and even it seemed sunlight was now filtering through the windows. The walls were awash with beautiful purple instead of murky gray and the wood was now bright and in one piece contrasting to the rotting material you saw moments before. You noted that there was, however, still a big black burn scorched into the floor that didn't disappear, instead it became more prominent as the veil of grime disappeared.

As confused as you were, you were more intrigued with the podium and a table full of jars and ingredients that sat on the other side of the room. The floor creaked as you moved towards it, your heart pounding in your chest as you felt your very soul glowing in response to a certain book sitting innocently on the podium. It felt as if it was calling for you and you couldn't stop your hands from touching it.

You gasped, yanking your hands back as the material delivered a sharp zap to your skin. It wasn't painful, it just startled you and left your hands oddly tingly.

You carefully pulled the strap out of the loop that held the book closed, allowing it to fly open.

You watched with wide eyes as the pages flicked by on their own, the sound of paper moving filling the otherwise silent shrine. As it was empty, the sound seemed to be amplified. The book had a mind of its own, locating a page near the back of the book before falling still.

The Familiar Spell.

Mentally you complained about the fact you literally just spent 100 Silver to buy a book with this spell when this one was just sitting here literally inviting you to use it for free. But that was the least of your worries as behind you, glasses and jars began to clink and move.

This was true magic; an unknown force performing the spell without you even having to lift a finger.

"A Residual Spell," You mumbled, watching in wonder as the Eye of Newt jar popped open all on its own. A Residual Spell is a spell left behind by a witch who infused her own magic, usually through a scroll or runes, to perform a spell by being activated via unknown means — a specific trigger chosen by the witch. Whatever that trigger was, you seemed to accidentally cause her magic to release and now it was going to complete this raise familiar spell on its own.

But wouldn't that mean it was going to raise her familiar? What would happen if someone else's familiar were raised in your presence with no corresponding Witch to be by its side?

You didn't have very long to wonder as the spell was effortlessly completed.

The floor beneath you rumbled and vibrated, ultimately knocking you completely off of your feet. You groaned as your shoulder slammed against the wood floor.

"What—" The place where the black burn was scarred into the floor was glowing a vibrant purple. The temperature in the room raised what felt like 50 degrees, sweat forming on your skin as you watched flames physically erupt from the scorched spot.

You were sitting up now, watching with wide eyes as a figure formed through the flames followed by an ear piercing shriek that had you covering your ears with your hands.

The bird's wings stretched wide, showing vibrant splashes of red and orange colors. Razor sharp talons scratched the floor beneath it as it shook its body to fluff it's own feathers up.

Then, before your very eyes it let out another deafening shriek and this time you squeezed your eyes shut as you felt if you kept them open the octave of its cry might literally cause your eyes to pop out of their sockets.

Then, everything became deathly still.

Opening your eyes, the bird was now gone and in its place stood a pale man with pure onyx hair that hung over his face. His sharp, dark eyes were fixed on you through his bangs with his mouth open as if he were in shock.

"It's you..." He muttered before he was suddenly stomping his way across the room to drop to his knees before you.

"Wha-Who are you?" You whispered, now trembling slightly from the shock of everything.

"...I'm called Yoongi," Then the corners of his lips raised lightly and he placed his hand over your cheek. "I'm your familiar."

"What are you talking about? I didn't raise you, the magic did it on it's own," You muttered, shaking his hand off your cheek and standing up. You missed the way his smile fell before he too stood up.

"I am your familiar," He reiterates, leaving no room for you to argue with him. "I am yours only."

"A-Alright," His choice in words had your face heating up as you scampered back over to the door. There was no real reason for you to not believe a familiar claiming he is yours. If it weren't true, he'd surely let you know. "Th-Then I guess w-we...should go home?"

He smiled, this time it was a vibrant smile that had his eyes crinkling in the corners. Your heart sped up, a frustrating feeling of deja vu settling in your mind.

"Yeah, home," He repeated, following you to the door.

The longer Yoongi was in your home, the more his scent seemed to pierce into every inch of the place. It was smoky, strangely familiar and soothing.

He had knowledge of many things, helping you to learn and perfect spells.

You found him looking over the spell book from the shrine; it was difficult for you to read because over half of the spells were written in an ancient text you couldn't understand.

"What're you up to Yoongi?" You asked, placing your freshly picked nightshade on the table as you took a seat.

"I uh..." He cleared his throat, tapping his fingers on the surface of the page he was on. "I'm translating some of the spells for you."

"Oh?" You couldn't help but smile, leaning forward to see that he was, indeed, making notes along the expanse of the old, dulled writing. "You didn't have to do that."

"Well..." He cleared his throat and suddenly slammed the book shut, standing up. You couldn't miss the way his ears were burning red as he grabbed your nightshade flowers and began to pick the petals off of them and place them in a pile.

Yoongi had a quiet sense of kindness, he was never boisterous about his actions — simply doing them out of the goodness of his heart. He was easily flustered, which was endearing, especially coming from an ancient creature.

He had lived with you for about one week before he finally crawled into your bed. You hadn't realized he had been doing it, only noticing the increasing scent of smoke in your blankets. It wasn't until he rolled over one night, curled up into a small ball as he nestled into your side, waking you up that you realized he was there.

His lips were parted, features relaxed in a way you hadn't seen them before. He was breathtakingly beautiful with flawless, pale skin that seemed to glow against the deep shade of black in his hair. Mindlessly, you reached out to stroke his cheek and couldn't help but smile when he subconsciously nestled into your touch.

Having him beside you felt...so right. It was indescribable.

Something, deep inside you, told you that you needed him there — right beside you.

So you snuggled back down under your blanket and curled yourself around Yoongi's body. Easily, the two of you melted together as if you'd done it time and time again.

When the sun rose above the horizon, you took great pleasure in watching Yoongi blush as you told him; "You don't have to sneak into my bed, you know."

And after that, he would go to bed with you instead of waiting up and pretending like he wasn't tired as he watched you hunker down for sleep. He didn't have to ignore the pull to snuggle beside you until you fell asleep — instead, slipped in with you the second you indicated it was time for bed.

Even if he wasn't tired, he would go with you.

It was two weeks before he let slip the name 'Circe'.

"Circe, I think you should—" He cut himself off, stiffening under the confused gaze you set upon him. "I mean _____, you should try this spell out. I think we have all the ingredients for it. I translated it yesterday."

"Who's Circe?" You asked, taking the book from his hands as he held it out for you.

"It's nothing — just a slip up," He replied quickly, obviously not willing to advance with that conversation.

It happened again, though subconsciously, as he snuggled up to you one night. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, making your face burn hot with a blush as he woke you up. His breath fanned over the back of your neck and he squeezed you tighter as if he were afraid you would slip away from him.

"Circe...'m sorry..." He whispered trailing off into a series of unintelligible mumbling. What stuck out to you, however, was the pained intonation in his voice as if he were desperate for Circe to hear his apology.

Similar incidents continued to happen without fail. They were casual slip-ups, the name rolling off his tongue with practiced ease. It was a name he'd uttered many times in the past, you could tell. But no matter how much you pestered him to tell you, he would completely clam up.

You couldn't deny that it hurt your feelings that he wouldn't tell you. There was also the shameful feeling of jealousy lingering in your heart, burrowing deeper with every utterance of the name.

Why was he comparing you to her so much? Why wouldn't he tell you about her?

Was she really so important that he couldn't let her go even though he had been dead for 3 centuries.

Without meaning to, you began to hate Circe — a faceless mystery woman who seemed to haunt the heart of your familiar.

"Yoongi, did you get the fruits from the market like I asked?" You asked as you stood at your table, mashing ingredients together in preparation for practicing a new spell.

"Oh shoot...I'm sorry Circe—" He froze from where he was flipping through the spell book you had bought.

You sighed, pausing in your own activity to turn to look at him. He was stiff as a board, gnawing on his bottom lip. No doubt, he felt your eyes burning into him but he pretended not to notice.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" You asked, making Yoongi flinch as he was reminded he made the mistake again. Instead of answering, however, he kept his back to you and shrugged his shoulders.

You were growing frustrated. He was obviously avoiding it and it was obviously weighing heavy on his mind if he kept making the same mistake.

You were more frustrated with him than he realized and more hurt than you would like to admit.

"Yoongi, look at me," You commanded, walking up behind him.

He heaved a sigh and slowly turned to look at you, staring at you through the dark veil of his bangs. The tension that spread between the two of you was thick, it made you swallow nervously. Out of your peripheral, you saw the way his hands clenched closed so hard his knuckles turned white.

He exhaled and it made you realize how close together your faces were, his breath fanning over your skin. When you looked into his eyes again, you were shocked by how dark and heated they were.

Then he was leaning down, his lips ever so softly brushing against yours. It was fleeting and before you knew it, he was pulling back. Before he could get too far from you, however, you tangled your hands in the softness of his hair and pulled him back down for a much deeper kiss.

His hands, strong and rough, gripped your waist to pull you flush against his body. You were more than surprised to find that he was at least half-hard in his pants already.

There was something familiar about his touch, comforting and sweet as he stripped your body of all your clothes. You'd imagined being embarrassed in a situation like this; a man hovering above your naked, vulnerable body.

But as Yoongi’s lips trailed sweetly over you skin, you felt more relaxed than ever. The way he looked at you was almost pained, as if you were something so precious to him that it hurt him. His touch mimicked his gaze, holding you and touching you like you were made of glass that he needed to handle you with the utmost care lest you break apart beneath his hands.

You curiously touched his bare chest, mesmerized by the heat his body emitted. The Phoenix fire that was embedded in his very soul caused him to be incredibly warm. He smiled, leaning down to press his lips against yours again. You moved in unison with him, as if the kiss had been performed time and time again but you knew that wasn't the case.

Yoongi was the first man you'd been with in such a way. 

So why was it that your bodies worked together like a well-oiled machine?

You weren't able to dwell on it for long as he parted from the kiss and began to trail his lips down your neck, over your collar bones and down the center of your chest.

"Can I touch you?" He asked as if his lips weren't already where no man's had been.

"Y-Yes..." You breathed, biting your lip when he eagerly and suddenly enveloped a pert nipple in his mouth.

He cupped your other breast with his hand, thumbing over your neglected nipple. You whined clutching the pillow beneath your head. His mouth was hot, burning against the sensitive bud as he nipped it with his teeth. He added the perfect amount of pressure, working your breasts perfectly so that you were growing wetter by the second.

Unable to resist the urge, you reached down to card your fingers through his hair; so soft and thick. His dark eyes flickered up to meet your gaze and your heart stuttered in your chest at what you saw.

His irises were glassy, as if he were holding himself back from shedding tears. He pulled his mouth off of your nipple with a soft pop before he was surging forward to bring you in for a kiss again.

He gripped your knees, pulling your legs open so he could slot himself between them. You noticed he was as naked as you now, the hard heat of his cock nudging against your thighs.

"Yoongi..." You whispered, a sense of apprehension filling you at what the situation was implying.

Were you about to have sex with your familiar? Lose your virginity to him?

"Do you want this, ______?" He asked, voice low and raspy but oh so patient.

Did you want this?

You questioned yourself as you looked up at him, your hands pressed against his chest where you could feel his heart beat wildly from within. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were red and swollen from the kisses you'd shared.

As you met his gaze; warmth and comfort swirling within the dark irises you realized that, yes, you did want this.

"Please Yoongi," You whisper, canting your hips upward with a small whine.

"You're so perfect," He muttered, placing kisses along your sternum as one of his hands began to trail up your inner thigh. "So wet."

You whined when his fingertips ghosted along the sensitive folds of your heat. You spread your legs wider, eagerly inviting him to touch you some more. He took the invitation and slid two fingers between your folds, grazing your leaking entrance and swollen clit.

"Oh Yoongi..." You gasped when those fingers zeroed in on your bud, dragging your arousal from your entrance upwards to circle it until your thighs were trembling.

"Let me in," He whispered, prodding your entrance with two thick fingers.

His lips brushed against yours to distract you as he suddenly pushed those two digits inside you. There was a sting and you whimpered, clutching his shoulders tightly. He held still, allowing your walls to adjust to the intrusion before crooking his fingers upwards to touch a little spot inside you that made your hips buck.

The sensation was foreign but not unpleasant at all. His thumb moved to circle over your clit as he slowly began to fuck you with those two fingers. You held your thighs open, mouth falling open at the sensations shocking your system.

Before long, he was nudging a third fingers into your hole. The stretch wasn't anywhere near as bad as the first intrusion -- your walls having grown accustomed and prepared for the new addition. Yoongi's eyes flickered between your face, checking your reactions, and your core to watch how you messily accepted his fingers inside you.

"You're ready," He muttered, mostly to himself before sliding his fingers out of you. You felt empty immediately and whined as you walls clenched pathetically around nothing. His brought his fingers up to his lips, sliding them in to taste your juices on his tongue. The sight was incredible arousing, making you gush which brought a blush to your cheeks.

"Yoongi please," You whined, biting your lip as you watched him position himself at your entrance.

The tip of his cock was hot, sliding between your folds to gather your arousal along the underside of him. You gasped, glancing down to watch as he easily popped the thick head of his cock inside you.

It was more of a stretch than his fingers but it was welcomed and felt incredibly pleasurable to be filled again. Yoongi took your hands in his as he surged forward, moaning as more of your cunt swallowed him. He felt hot and hard inside you, cock throbbing at every noise you made.

When he bottomed out, he froze and leaned down to bring you into another kiss. Being filled by him was exhilarating, he pressed against that spot inside you that made your walls spasm around him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him as his tongue met yours. He tasted sweet, the remnants of your juices still lingering in his mouth.

"I c-can't believe I get to have you like this again..." He whispered, voice sounding watery as he pulled back from the kiss to nuzzle against your neck.

The meaning of those words were lost on you as you felt the wetness of his tears on your shoulder.

"Yoongi..." You cooed, hugging him tightly against you to comfort him.

You remained like that for several seconds before Yoongi's tears turned into feather-light kisses along your skin. Your nails dug into his shoulders when he suddenly pulled back, his cock sliding deliciously against your walls before he pushed back in. He kissed your cervix, a little jolt of pain mixing with the pleasure.

His forehead rested against yours, fingers clutching the bed on either side of your head. Your breathing mingled as he set a steady pace — his pelvic bone grinding against your clit every time he sunk into you.

"I-It feels so good, Yoongi," You whimpered, lashes fluttering when he angled his hips to hit your spot.

"Yeah?" He chuckled, a cocky smirk gracing his lips.

You didn't get to say another word because he was pushing off from his hands to sit on his heels. He stared down at your body, gaze zeroing in on where his cock was buried in your cunt. Licking his lips, he pinned your knees open and began to fuck you faster. His bangs stuck to his forehead as he began to sweat in exertion.

You gasped, whimpering his name as the pleasure began to mount to overwhelming levels. He didn't pause or slow, keeping his eyes on the way your cunt gushed around him — soaking his cock as you swallowed every inch of him. You were tight, spasming and clenching around him as you got closer and closer to your high.

Yoongi groaned, bringing his thumb to his mouth to lick the pad of the digit, slicking it up, before pressing it against your clit. You cried out his name, desperately reaching down to circle his wrist with your hand as he began to circle your sensitive bud.

"Yoongi I—"

"Let it go," He whispered, his free hand reaching up to cup your breast all the while he didn't cease fucking his cock into you. "Come for me, darling."

The pet name set you off and suddenly you were arching beneath him. Crying out his name you tossed your head back, trembling and clenching violently around his cock as he continued to fuck you through it.

"Good girl," He cooed, removing his thumb from your clit. "So good coming for me...around my cock...fuck..." He trailed off, muttering to himself and whispering praises towards you.

You went lax against the bed, eyes fluttering as you watched him reach his own high. His cum was hot as he spilled into you, hips stuttering before burying completely into you. His cock throbbed in time to his orgasm, continuing to cum inside until it began to drip out of you.

He collapsed over you, kissing you softly as he pulled out. Your face burned hot when you felt your mixed fluids gush past your still clenching walls.

"Just rest," He cooed, pressing his lips against your forehead.

The last thing you saw was his serene smile and sparkling eyes.

Cracking your eyes open, you groaned softly at how dry your mouth felt. Looking to the side, you naturally expected Yoongi to be curled up in his little ball as usual. However, your heart ached at the unexpectedly empty bed.

As you sat up in bed, you couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in the back of your mind telling you that you should check out the shrine. You slipped your clothes, which were scattered around the room, back onto your body and wrapped a shawl around your shoulders before venturing outside of your home.

There was distinct electricity in the air that had you shivering.

Yoongi was upset.

You hurried your footsteps to find your familiar, traveling a now-memorized path to the decrepit shrine, where you could feel his magic even more. Pushing the creaky old door open, you could see Yoongi crumpled down on his summoning spot with his face buried in his hands.

Loud, shoulder-shaking sobs tore from his lithe frame that absolutely broke your heart. You softly padded over to him, sinking to your knees beside his trembling form. When your hand touched his back, his whole body flinched before another sob tore from his lips.

"Yoongi..." You whispered, pausing when you heard the self-deprecating laugh escape his lips.

"I've been sleeping for so long," He choked out, finally pulling his hands away from face to see you see how his irises were glowing golden. He was so distraught mentally that he was letting his shifter magic seep through. "W-When you raised me again...I was so happy...I couldn't wait to see you again, ______."

"What do you mean...again?" You whispered, though he didn't seem to hear over his little sniffles.

"I love you so damn much but you don't even know how much you love me back," He growled, slamming his fist into the floor so hard you feared that maybe he would be able to break through with a single punch. "You don't realize...that we're made for each other," He spat.

"Yoongi, what are you talking about?" You asked, taking the hand he had punched the floor with into yours, the buzz of his magic coursing through the contact and making you tremble. He sat back on his heels, meeting your eyes and you realized that they were no longer glowing.

"You're my soulmate, ______," He whispered, scooting closer to you on his knees to take your face in his hands. "I'm your soulmate."

"What are you saying?" You shook your head but didn't brush his touch off. "Soulmates don't exist."

"They do," He insisted, moving one of his hands from your cheek to your chest, above your heart. "Our souls are intertwined — connected."

"How do you know that?" You pressed, locking eyes with him.

"You're the reincarnation of a witch named Circe," He explained, slowly taking his hands off of you as he took a deep, shuddering breath as if they memories physically pained him. "You-She died 3 centuries ago and I alongside her."

"That long?"

"I don't know why it took so long for you to come back but..." He once again cupped your cheeks and brought your face closer to his. Instead of the sadness you expected to see in them, you saw hopefulness and happiness. "You're here and...I can hold you again...I missed you so much..."

Something incredible happened when your lips met; you could see everything you couldn't before.

Inside you, you knew that everything he said was true and as you shared a kiss inside the shrine, you remembered everything from your life as Circe.

"Sweetheart," Your father uttered, a kind smile on his face. "You're 12 now...and it's been a custom for so long that at this age—"

"I'm getting my familiar?!" You shrieked, making your mother chuckle.

"Always a smart cookie," She praised, patting your hair softly.

"Yes, darling," Your father grinned. "As you know, being a witch, you're born with a creature attached to your soul, right?"

"Yes," You agreed, letting him take your hand and lead you to sit on a chair — it was made of stone and freezing cold but you were used to it.

"Do you remember what we have to do to raise it?" He quizzed, grabbing a bowl he had already set out in advance.

"You need nightshade, eye of newt, yew...a lock of hair and something infused with my magic!" You replied, grinning when he patted your head in praise. "But I don't have anything infused with magic..."

You weren't yet old enough to truly channel your magic like seasoned witches could. You were still learning the ins and outs of being a witch after all.

"Don't worry about that," You father replied, opening a glass cabinet to pull out a rose petal that seemed to glow purple. "When you were a baby, we had a dash of magic pulled so we could do this."

"We always think ahead," Your mother mused from behind you as if she were praising themselves.

"Now," Your father took a small pair of scissors, taking a chunk of your hair and cleanly cutting through it. "That should do it."

You watched with rapt attention as he placed your hair in with the glowing petal. Easily pouring in a vibrant red liquid that didn't have a label on it like the other ingredients; you assumed it was the nightshade, eye of newt, and yew mixture.

"Stand here, darling," You mother urged, waving you over to a spot marked with a sigil.

You did as you were told, standing in the center of it as your father crushed and mixed the ingredients in the bowl. Finally, he brought it over to you and placed the bowl in your hands.

"All you have to do is drink this," He uttered, stepping back away from you as he held your mother's hand.

The ingredients in the bowl melted into some soup-looking concoction that swirled red with the liquid and purple with your magic. You brought the lip of the bowl to your lips and titled it back — swallowing down the bitter mixture.

It burned once you swallowed it, making you drop the bowl in shock. You gripped your stomach and whined, flinching when the sigil beneath your feet began to vibrantly emanate a purple light.

It was still, terrifyingly silent for a beat before flames exploded from beneath you. The sigil was scorched — completely gone as you were surrounded by a wall of fire.

It was hot and you were scared you would get burned but even with the close proximity of the flames, not even your hair was singed.

Then, suddenly, there was another person within the circle of fire with you.

It was a boy your age, about an inch taller than you with pale skin and black hair. His eyes were blank as he regarded you.

"What is my name?" He asked, voice so soft that you almost missed it over the roar of flames around you.

"N-Name? I-I don't know!" You repeated, watching as the flames licked against his skin. "Y-You'll get burned!"

Even against your warning, at the flames touched the skin of his arms, he didn't flinch of move away.

"My name." He shouted now, voice stronger than any child you'd ever heard. It made you flinch when he narrowed his eyes at you. "You have to think. You know my name."

"No I don't! I don't know who you are!" You shrieked, growing panicked as the flames began to close in on your two. They were almost enveloping the boy and you began to tremble. His skin began to turn an inhuman red — human nails turning to black talons.

"You have to say it!" He roared, the flames finally covering him. He disappeared within the fire — an ear-piercing shriek following it.

"Y-Yoongi!" You cried, the name bubbling past your lips without you even realizing it.

All at once it was still.

There was no fire. The heat had vanished.

You were trembling as your parents watched on with proud smiles. Movement from below you caught your eye and you were shocked to see the boy kneeling at your feet.

"Yoongi!" You cried, watching as your familiar threw the spell book to the ground with a violent thud. "Why did you do that?!"

"How were you born to such powerful witches but you can't even cast a simple resurrection spell?!" He growled, jaw clenched in his anger as he glared at you.

"It's not a simple spell, Yoongi!" You argued. "It's one of the most difficult spells for a witch to cast!"

"You can't do anything right," He snapped, making you flinch. "You might as well give up on being a witch if you can't cast this spell."

"Yoongi!" You gasped, crossing your arms over your chest. "You're being mean, you know."

He scoffed, leaning back against the tree. "I'm being mean? You need to grow up."

"Yoongi," You muttered, nibbling on your lip as he began to walk away. Before he could get far, you grabbed his arm. "Where are you going?"

"Well I figure if I leave now I might be able to find a less pathetic witch than you to be attached to!" He snapped, shoving you to the ground before vanishing from sight before your eyes.

You knew it was impossible for him to do such a thing, but the prospect of him leaving you was painful. He'd been a constant in your life for over 4 years and his insults made your eyes sting with tears.

Holding your tears back, you packed up your belongings from the spell and made your way back home. A year ago, you'd been given a little house to live in away from your parents — a tradition for all witches who turn 15.

Yoongi naturally lived with you but when you got inside, he was nowhere to be found.

You allowed yourself to cry as you put the ingredients up and placed your spellbook back in its rightful place on the shelf. Sitting on your bed, you swiped at your eyes in an effort to stop crying.

It was useless.

Curling up on your bed, you hugged your pillow that was practically stained with his smoky scent — a very predictable smell to come off a Phoenix, you had mused. It had made him laugh and it felt so nice to make him laugh.

Your house was empty and still without his presence. You wondered where he was and you hoped he was safe.

It was a stupid wish considering he was an immortal creature made of pure magic. No mortal would be able to take him down.

It still didn't stop you from worrying.

The smell of smoke became stronger suddenly and you knew Yoongi had returned. You sniffled, sitting up to greet him regardless of the way he'd hurt your feelings.

His eyes were soft when they met yours, a whisper of your name falling from his lips.

"Welcome home," You recited your usual greeting for when he came home after you.

"I'm sorry," He whispered, kneeling on the floor beside your bed. He took your hand in his and laid it upon his hair as he nestled his head onto your lap. "I shouldn't have lost my temper like that. There was no reason for me to insult you or push you like I did."

"It's okay, Yoongi," You sniffled, carding your fingers through his soft hair. "I know you didn't mean it."

Similar incidents had happened before — though he'd never shoved you before. Ever since you moved in together, he'd grown more on edge and aggressive in his teachings.

"I didn't but it still doesn't make it okay," He whispered. "It's just...we only have a short amount of time before we have to begin our travels and I'm worried about you."

"Why?" You asked, moving his bangs from his eyes.

"If you're not powerful enough to protect yourself...when I'm not with you..." He sighed, brows furrowing. "Then anything could happen to you."

"You're just worried that if I die, you die," You joked, trying to break the tension.

"That's not it at all," He gasped, sitting up straighter on his knees. "You will always be more important than me."

His words brought a smile to your face and you couldn't help but wrap your arms around his shoulders in a tight hug.

You groaned, kicking a rock as you walked along the dirt path. It was hot — painfully so. The two of you had been on the move traveling for 3 months and summer was in full swing.

Glancing at Yoongi, you noticed the beads of sweat along his brow and you wondered how it felt to be a creature of fire in the summer heat. Suddenly, your own pain didn't seem so bad.

"There's a stream up ahead," You said, making him look down at you.

He'd grown several inches taller than you since you turned 18 — he was also developing very...attractive features. His eyes were sharper, almost like a cat and his lips were a soft, pink color that look delightfully soft against his pale complexion. His shoulders had broadened and he’d developed a sharper jawline but still retained a cute amount of cheek fat that made him look youthful.

"So?" He chuckled, glancing down at you with a crooked grin.

"Soooo...we should take a break and cool off, don't you think?" You raised a brow, nudging his shoulder with yours.

"You phrase it like a question but something tells me it isn't," He chuckled, easily seeing through you. You'd been together for 6 years and he grew to be able to read you like a book.

"Let's go," You grabbed his wrist and veered off the bath and walk through an overgrown path.

Before long, the distant sound of the stream grew louder and you could have cried at the sight of beautiful running water.

It was a much needed break, you sighed in relief as your sore feet met the cool water. Yoongi walked along the shoreline, muttering something about catching some fish for dinner. You were thankful to have Yoongi — he easily took care of you by catching wild food and cooking it with his fire incredible abilities.

He was a blessing, truly.

There were footsteps from behind you and you turned to look over your shoulder as you realized Yoongi couldn't have come from that direction.

"Hey!" You shouted, watching as two strange men walked up to your belongings.

One picked up your bag and began sifting through it. They completely ignored you, even as you launched out of the water to snatch your bag away.

"Hey now," The taller of the two grinned. "Why don't you just make things easy and let us have your stuff. It'll be a lot easier than having to kill you."

"Why, you—"

"You know what?" The other man, a blonde, snickered. "I think we should take her and bring her back. She'd fetch a pretty price on the market."

Your heart stuttered in your chest at the mention of the market. It was a black market in the region you’d entered — people being sold as slaves was commonplace.

"Y-You can have my bag..." You uttered, preferring if they took your stuff instead of kidnapping you.

"I don't think you have a choice now, little girl," You cried out at the violent grip on your arm as he began to drag you away from the shore.

All defensive spells and tricks you'd learned flew out the window in the face of real danger. It was the first time you'd come face to face with a threat that wasn't a wild animal and you were scared.

"Yoongi!" You shrieked, summoning your familiar immediately.

"What the—"

A single eruption of fire, red tinged with the purple of your infused magic, and the two men were gone. Nothing but two piles of ash were left in their wake.

"Are you okay?" He breathed, eyes wide with panic, grabbing your shoulders to turn you to look at him. "Are you hurt?"

"No..." You felt your body relax as he pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

Neither of you said a word as he held you, his head resting atop yours.

He was thankful you'd learned to summon him hands-free like that because, although he wouldn't tell you, if you hadn't he would have been much too far to get to you in time.

It was the first time he'd saved you and he never wanted to listen to your fearful cry of his name again.

"It's lopsided," You muttered, fighting the laugh bubbling up inside you as you stared at the cake Yoongi had made you.

"Listen!" He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. "I did my best! And it tastes wonderful, thank you very much. The appearance doesn't matter."

"Oh Yoongi," You finally let your laugh free. "I think it's cute. I appreciate you making me a cake."

"Well it's the first birthday we're spending here," He gestured around the little cabin the two of you settled in. "So, I figured we should celebrate."

"I think it was a great idea," You agreed, using the knife he'd brought along to cut a piece for yourself and for Yoongi.

Though he didn't need to eat since he was an immortal being, he genuinely was still a glutton. He loved food, especially sweets which you found cute.

"This is good!" You groaned as you took your first bite. "Where'd you learn to make this?"

"I asked that traveling lady who stopped by last week."

"You're so cute," You giggled, finishing your slice of cake along with him.

He hummed, eyes following you as you began to get ready for bed.

He whispered your name and you paused in fluffing the pillows to look at him. You jumped when you realized he was standing in front of you suddenly.

"What is it, Yoongi?" You asked, leaning into his touch as he cupped your cheek.

His eyes were dark as usual but there was a gentle smile on his lips. You reached up to cup his hand against your cheek as he slowly began to lean in closer to you. He paused for a second, your lips almost touching to make sure you didn't want to move away.

When you didn't, he closed the gap and you shared a sweet kiss with him.

Your first kiss.

You knew you loved Yoongi long before you found yourself laid out bare beneath him. His lips were soft as he trailed kisses along any and all skin he could access.

"No one's ever touched you like this," He whispered, mostly to himself. "Or seen you like this."

"J-Just you, Yoongi," You whispered, arching your back when he wrapped his lips around your nipple.

He hummed, hand sliding between your thighs to graze over your wet slit.

"Ah Yoon— " You whimpered, clutching desperately at his shoulders through the feather-light stimulation.

"Does that feel good?" He asked, voice muffled as he switched to mouth at your other nipple. The cool air on you now neglected bud caused it to harden and peak.

You didn't get the opportunity to reply, only a broken whimper escaping your lips when his deft fingers found your clit hardened and swelling under your arousal. His fingers were hot and rough but his touch was gentle and soothing.

"Are you ready for my fingers, sweetheart?" He asked, nosing softly against your cheek to press a kiss against the heated flesh.

"J-Just one..." You whispered, biting your lip nervously when his middle finger was positioned at your entrance, ready to enter you.

"You ever touched yourself here, baby?" He asked suddenly, running the digit through your folds to get it nice and wet with your juices.

"Wh-When would I ever have time for that?" You grumbled, feeling your thighs tremble when he began to circle your clit again. "I-I'm literally always you..."

Yoongi chuckled at that, a dark almost possessive sound. "True. I think it's better that way."

"What do you mean?" You breathed, meeting his dark gaze.

There was a pregnant pause, a drawn out stillness between the two of you. You were breathing heavily, wound up from the teasing he'd been giving you.

Then, a cock smirk fell over his swollen lips and you were suddenly being filled his his middle finger. Your mouth fell open and you gasped — the feeling foreign and strange to your virgin body.

"Because I'm the only one allowed to touch you like this now," He whispered, leaning over your body as he slowly fucked his finger in and out of you. "Not even you will be able to make yourself feel like I can."

He met your lips in a heated kiss, your arms wrapping around his shoulders to hold his body close against yours. Your entrance was stretched a bit more when he introduced his ring finger. It wasn't uncomfortable like you'd feared, there was a little sting but when he crooked his fingers just right your back arched.

"Ah...right there?" He asked, grinning before leaning down to nip at one of your nipples.

"Yoongi!" You cried, clawing at the soft blanket beneath your body. "I-I need...I want...please."

"What is it?" He asked, voice soft and comforting when he sensed your rising panic.

Everything was so new for you — the sensations and needs you felt. It excited him like nothing else ever has. He wanted to be the one to give you everything you wanted — wanted to be the first and only person to make you feel good.

"I-I don't...know..." You choked out, mindlessly grinding your hips down in search of more stimulation. It felt like you were teetering on the edge of something — needing a little push to fall apart in pleasure.

"I've got you, sweetheart," He cooed, resting on his forearm above your head as he began to drill those two fingers into your clenching cunt. "I know what you need."

You abandoned your hold on the blanket to cling to him. He pecked your lips, holding your gaze as he introduced a third finger. The stretch was a bit more painful than the last but it quickly and easily faded when his thumb began to grind against your sensitive bud.

"Yoon, I— " You felt breathless, eyes wide but unseeing at you gazed up at Yoongi.

"Cum for me," He growled, fingers pounding into you at just the right angle to hit your g-spot perfectly in time to the cruel circles he made against your clit. "Come on, sweetheart. Let it go for me."

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry, your walls clamping tight around Yoongi's fingers until he had to stop — simply grinding his digits up against that spot inside you as you came. You clung to him, holding him tightly against your body, his soft praises keeping you grounded through the waves of new, untold pleasure he forced your body to ride through. Finally, you were left a weak, spent mess beneath him. His fingers slowed, working you down from the high as you walls continued to spasm randomly.

Finally, he pulled his fingers from your cunt and held them up. They glistened beneath the meager candle light, coated with your cum and soaked with your arousal. You covered your face in embarrassment when he slid those very fingers into his mouth with a moan.

His tongue swirled around every centimeter, savoring your sweet taste.

Mindlessly, his free hand found its way to his cock. You felt yourself clench pathetically at the sight of his fist wrapped around his thick cock — jerking himself off as he cleaned his fingers of your cum. With a final moan, he pulled his fingers away and bit his lip as he looked down at you.

"Do you still want to?" He asked, abandoning his grip on his cock to grip your hips.

"Please, Yoongi...I want you," You whispered, spreading your legs further to fit his body back comfortably between them.

"I love you so much, ______," He whispered, lowering his head to kiss you.

It was a soft, chaste kiss despite the situation you were both in. Your heart fluttered at his confession, feeling tears prick at your eyes with a smile.

"Will it...hurt?" You asked suddenly, feeling the wet tip of his cock prodding at your entrance.

The size difference was daunting, you could tell without even looking. You could feel it. He was thicker than his 3 fingers and definitely longer — he would no doubt kiss the deepest parts of you.

"I'll make sure it doesn't," He whispered, running his fingers down your sides causing goosebumps to rise along the skin.

You leaned up to kiss him again before falling flat against the bed — leaving your body open and vulnerable for anything he wanted to do. Your explicit trust in him made his heart race and he bit his lip to hold back the stinging of tears in his eyes.

He sat back on his heels, gripping his cock in a trembling hand to slide the head up and down your folds slicking himself up with your juices. He held back a moan when you trembled every time he brushed over your sensitive clit.

Holding his breath, he began to push into your entrance. Your previous orgasm had allowed your walls to relax but you began to tense up as he tried to push inside.

"You have to relax, ______," He whispered, prodding the tip against your entrance.

You whimpered, shaking your head. "I c-can't."

"Yes you can," He whispered, thumb finding your clit and circling it. "Let me in, sweetheart."

You sighed, head falling back as he rubbed your bud, pleasure mounting once more. Without you realizing, you melted against the blanket — his name lingering against your lips.

Suddenly, he surged forward and sunk half of his cock inside your tight walls. There was a sting, as you expected, but as he continued to push forward until his cock was sheathed completely — the discomfort vanished.

The two of you were still, your walls spasming around him as he leaned forward to kiss you again. You'd never get tired of feeling his lips on yours and coupled with the way he was filling you — it was addictive.

He pulled back, just the head left stretching you open, before he sunk back inside. You were so wet that you could hear it but you didn't have it in your to be embarrassed. The way he was looking at you, dark eyes filled with lust and love, you didn't feel an ounce of shame in your body.

"Feel so...good," He grunted, beginning to fuck you in earnest while keeping his pace gentle for your sake.

"I-I...I want more, please Yoongi," You softly begged, breathless from the way he stretched you so deliciously.

"Yeah?" He asked, a scoff escaping him in a huff. "I don't think you're ready, baby."

"I am! Please!" You whined, arching your back and grinding your hips against him. The movements were inexperienced but still drew a moan from him.

"No, darling," He whispered, holding your hips down as he continued the same pace. "You can't handle that yet."

His tone left no room for argument and even if one was building, it died at your lips when he began circling your clit again.

"Yoon..." You breathed, clinging to the blanket beneath you again.

"Come for me," He whispered, lips brushing against yours as your body suddenly stilled.

He felt you come, walls tightening around his cock. He continued to work you through your high while grinding against you. The way your back arched and you cried out his name as you lost yourself over his cock was enough to send him over the edge — no matter how hard he tried to hold it back.

You gasped feeling the gush of heat inside you. He moaned your name, burying his face in your neck as his cock throbbed against your walls. He abandoned working your clit when you whimpered and gripped his wrist — the dual feelings of him touching the sensitive bud and coming deep inside you too much for you to handle.

Slowly, when both your bodies calmed down, he pulled out. His cum gushed out of you and you whimpered — embarrassed but he just smiled.

"You're mine now," He cooed, laying beside you to pull your body close to him.

"I love you Yoon..." You whispered, kissing his jaw softly, making him smile.

"I love you too," He replied, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

Breaking through the wall of overgrown shrubbery, some of the twigs scraping your arms on the way. You didn't pay any attention to it, however, as you were immediately taken in by the sight in front of you.

It was some sort of temple, it looked old and was obviously not cared for or in use for anyone anymore.

Yoongi moved in front of you, shielding you from whatever possible threats could come from the abandoned place.

"Hey, what a strange place," You whispered, following Yoongi into the decrepit, old shrine. "What do you think?"

"I think it'd be a good place to hole up," Yoongi replied, moving around the dusty pieces of furniture. "We can put up some warding spells and hide out."

"Good idea," You agreed, placing your bag on an old table.

Yoongi walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek. "We'll be okay. If we can hide long enough, they won't be able to find us."

"I hope you're right," You sighed.

"I think it'd be something to look into, Yoongi," You said, sighing when he ignored you. "Yoo—"

"No. There's no reason to do it now," He snapped, his back to you. "You're only 24, a spell like this shouldn't be performed until you're in your 50s!"

"But things are different now, Yoongi!" You cried. "They're rounding up all the witches and putting them to death. I'm at risk now and I want it done before it's too late!"

"Stop talking like you're going to die!" He shouted, making you flinch as his voice echoed off the stone walls.

"It's always a possibility—"

"No," He snapped. "I'll protect you. I've done it all our lives and I'm not about to fail now."

"Yoongi..." You whispered, standing up to wrap your arms around him from behind. "Please..."

You felt him sigh as his shoulders went lax. He turned in your grip and looked down at you, His eyes were shining with tears as he leaned down to kiss you.

"Thank you," You whispered against his lips.

That was when you performed the spell; locking away a piece of his power, his soul, there in the temple inside your spell book. Only someone who shared your magic signature would be able to see the true shrine — the one you and Yoongi lived in, rather than the one that would appear for others.

And only someone who's soul would be connected to Yoongi's could release him once you died.

It was only a year later, in the bitter cold of winter, that your fears came to fruition. You'd been out collecting wild foods as Yoongi hunted. The two of you did such work at night to avoid being detected as best you could.

You hadn't seem the dark figures stalking you like wolves until it was too late.

All it took was one moment for everything to crumble. A knife to your heart and you were falling to the freezing snow.

The pure white became stained with the red of your blood. Above you, the night sky was lit brightly with the light of the moon and the stars. You and Yoongi loved clear nights like that.

It took everything in your power to whisper his name — the air fogging up with your breath as you uttered it.

The name of the man you loved — the man who would forever be etched into your very soul would be the very last thing you said.

He had felt it long before you had summoned him — your draining spirit. But seeing you on the ground, eyes desperately searching for him broke him.

He fell to his knees, finally coming into your line of sight. He couldn't help the sob that tore past his lips when, despite your situation, you smiled.

You had half expected you wouldn't be able to summon him with your diminishing life force. But being able to see him in your final moments was all you could ask for, truly. Although his eyes weren't filled with the vibrant happiness you wanted to see, they were the eyes you loved regardless.

He cupped your cold cheek, his own body still emanating heat. He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours and held there, just kissing you, even after he felt your soul leave.

The gaping emptiness left inside him was painful, the bitter reminder that he had let you die. He had failed to protect you and now he had to face his punishment.

It wasn't much of a punishment, after all he didn't want to live in a world without you.

He picked up your body, limp and cold, before making the short trek to your home — the shrine.

All around him, he could feel your magic from the wards you'd put up. Despite that, it was disembodied and felt fake without your soul there to feed them.

He knelt beside your body as his skin began to flake off and turn to ash. He held onto your hand for as long as he could until his hands turned to ash.

He kept his eyes on your beautiful face until he finally disintegrated — a charred stain on the floor beside your body. The last thing he whispered were from his very soul uttering words of love for you.

Around him, as Yoongi's soul too vanished, the lively home once created within the shrine reverted back to a hollow decrepit place that would only be seen for the next 3 centuries.

Until your soul finally made it back to him.

Pulling back, you met his eyes, finding unrestrained fire and love and...lust swimming inside them. He seemed to notice the change in you; he reached up and cupped your jaw to move in for another kiss.

His lips were soft and warm, that lovely smoky scent enveloping you as he held you close to him.

Although the memory of the first time you were with him was burned into your memory -- you couldn't forget the other ways he held you. With rough hands and filthy words whispered in your ear.

"Please Yoongi," You whispered, reaching down to cup his hard length in the material of his pants. "I want you please."

"Yeah?" He grinned, lips turning from soft to rough as he kissed you again.

"Show me that I'm yours again, please," You begged, moaning when he suddenly pinned you to the hard floor.

He growled, pushing the hem of your dress up roughly to expose the panties you wore beneath. He didn't hesitate in tearing them down your legs and pinning your thighs open.

"So pretty for me," He groaned, eyeing your wet slit spread open for his greedy gaze. "All mine, right? Tell me."

"All yours, Yoongi, only yours!" You cried out when he dipped down and ran his tongue over your clit to taste the creaming juices you gushed at being in such an exposed position.

He knew exactly what to do to make you feel good, swirling his tongue over your clit until you were tugging at his hair. You felt your cunt clench when he suddenly spat against your entrance.

"Can't wait, I need you so fucking bad," He whispered, pulling his cock from the confines of his pants.

He slapped the head of himself against your clit, making your hips jump. Then he finally sunk into you to the hilt with a groan of your name.

Having him inside you after remembering everything was unlike anything you'd experienced in your life. He felt so good, stretching you perfectly, and grinding against your g-spot to make you whine.

He loved the noises you made and he couldn't help fucking into you harshly from the get-go.

"Yoongi! Harder!" You cried, making him chuckle.

"Yeah? Want it harder?" He smirked, hooking your knees over his arms to leave you completely open to him. "I'll fucking ruin you, sweetheart."

The words made you clench him tightly and he groaned. The wet sound of his cock sinking into you mingled with your moans as he doubled his pace. His hips slapped against yours harshly — pain blossoming alongside the pleasure when his cock kissed your cervix.

Your eyes rolled back, body spasming under the onslaught of pleasure.

"'M gonna...cum..." You sobbed, reaching down to circle your clit.

"That's it baby," He whispered. "Get yourself off for me. I'm so close."

Suddenly, he froze balls deep inside you. His cock throbbed for several long seconds before he groaned and came inside you. The rush of heat oh so familiar that it set you off as well. You came, clenching and trembling around his cock as he continued to spill his load. Finally, he pulled out — making you whine and clench once more.

"Oh? You still want to cum?" He asked suddenly, knowing by the way you continued to mindlessly circle your clit with trembling fingers.

"Please Yoongi," You begged, gasping when he replaced your fingers with his own.

They were rough, circling and grinding against the bud until you were arching once again.

His cum gushed out of you, soiling his fingers as he continued to work you through the high and aftershocks.

You grabbed his wrist, bringing those cum-soaked fingers to your lips to envelop them and swallow the mess down. He sighed, yanking his fingers from your mouth to press his lips against yours.

The kiss went from heated and lust-filled to loving and soft in the matter of moments. Pulling away, he gave you his familiar gummy smile before sitting up. He tucked his softening cock back in his pants and smoothing your dress back down properly. Your panties were torn from when he had yanked them off of you — leaving them of no use.

"Should we go home?" He asked, standing up and taking your hand. Your legs shook a little as you put weight back on them.

"I think so," You smiled, lacing your fingers between his.

The two of you left the shrine, the wards and sigils that had been put there by Circe glowing brighter now that your power was connected with your old soul.

Yoongi smiled, tugging you down the familiar path — talking happily about what he wanted to eat for dinner.

You couldn't help but giggle along with him, your heart fluttering endlessly in your chest.

Even though so much time had passed, as Yoongi's nose wrinkled in the wake of his grin, you were reminded that he hadn't changed one bit.

You vowed that even after this life, you would always return to him. You never wanted to be the source of his tears. You couldn't even imagine how he must have felt knowing you didn't remember him. Didn't remember the feeling of his lips against yours, the memories that must have haunted him every time he looked at you -- knowing you didn't share them anymore.

Even now, you could feel his pain; remnants of your last death still weighing heavily on his mind. You squeezed his hand, pausing to pick a wild flower that bloomed within the green grass.

Handing it to him, he smiled. His eyes sparkled with unshed tears — making your heart ache. He smoothed your hair behind your ear, placing the flower there and took your hand again.

As he looked on, you kept your eyes on his side profile.

You loved him and you never wanted to forget the feeling of his love again.

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[karmasuna]

hi can i have a saus x reader where he goes to eat her and looks into her eyes and suddenly feels guilty and spares her ??? 🥺 thank you i love your blog !

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your eyelids flutter open slowly to a dim room, hands bound together and your surroundings unfamiliar as you frantically search for anything you might recognize. eyes darting around frantically, they land on the shadow towering behind your form currently bound tightly to the chair. the outline of the fin was something you’d recognize anywhere.

“s-samezuka shark?” you whisper, voice trembling in fear and confusion.

the proud shark merely grunts in affirmation, not moving an inch from his menacing stance. the sound echoes, bouncing off the bare walls, and when it dissipates only the sound of your heavy breathing is left.

“the master has arrived.”

you snap out of your shocked state from his words, immediately picking up the sound of thundering footsteps coming towards you. gulping in fear, you try to make yourself look as brave as possible without trying to start a fight.

as the figure emerges in the doorway you squint at him, trying to discern any identifying features of this authoritative person as he moves closer to you, stopping right in front of you and kneeling down so he was level to you.

“thanks for the meal,” he says calmly, face shrouded by his hood as his deep voice washes over you like smooth silk. behind you, the shark bows before shuffling away. large hands find their way to your arms, gripping them so tightly you were sure they would leave bruises.

that voice sounds similar, you think to yourself. could it be-

“sousuke-kun?”

teal eyes meet yours in surprise as he freezes up, not expecting you to be able to recognize him from just his voice. an unreadable emotion flashes in his eyes as his gaze locks with yours, seeing the hurt and confusion in yours.

his heart clenches from your vulnerable stare, and he suddenly pulls his hands away from your skin like you had burned him, promptly standing back up and tearing his gaze from you.

he sighs, allowing himself one last look at you, drinking up the sight of you being presented to him like a perfect meal before turning his back on you, once again leaving you alone in the abyss of the dark room.

tears prick at the corners of your eyes seeing him look so sad. when you’re sure he’s left and out of earshot you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, relaxing your composure a little bit, looking longingly at the doorway before uttering a fee words quietly.

“saus sand pie, i would’ve let yew eat me if yew had just asked.”

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☾   cute character questions   ☽

THE  BASICS.

NAME :  Geneviève “Ginette” Pontmercy AGE :  22. ZODIAC SIGN :  Aquarius. ONE GOOD TRAIT :  independent ONE BAD TRAIT :  inflexible

HABITS.

ONE BAD HABIT : She’s disorganized, in the sense that she will know where everything is, but no one else will be able to guess. Her quarters always appear to be a mess. She simply has better things to do with her time than keep things tidy; there always seems to be something more important. The records of her own travels are the only thing with some semblance of order— she needs quick access to those in case someone else wants to look up something. There are general sections devoted to painting, drawing, writing, and reading but they overlap each other and are more suggestions than rules. ONE GOOD HABIT :  In spite of her otherwise head-in-the-clouds impression, she is very good at remembering peoples’ birthdays... on the day itself. Whether she’s thought to get anything ahead of time is more hit and miss, but she’ll find a way to acknowledge it. ONE HABIT THEY CAN’T BREAK :  She daydreams, and as an extension of this she talks to herself to help her work out intellectual problems or develop ideas. She is aware this doesn’t do much for her social life, but she’s decided not to try breaking it. By now it’s a permanent part of her process. ONE THEY’VE BROKEN :  She developed an addiction to laudanum after her grandfather died. Through great effort and the support of her family— especially, somewhat to her surprise, her father— she crawled back out of the abyss and took up traveling instead. WHAT THEY’RE AFRAID OF :   Her biggest fears revolve around being ordinary, dull, and conforming. She also doesn’t like sickness and being dependent on other people; she would hate to lose her intelligence or her freedom.

FAMILY.

THEIR PARENTS NAMES : Marius & Cosette Pontmercy THEIR SIBLINGS NAMES : subject to discussion of course, but my personal headcanon gives her an older brother Jean-Georges and a younger sister Mélisande (whose name I credit to ye olde Twitter RP, shoutout to y’all). FAVOURITE CHILDHOOD MEMORY : Her grandfather’s visits, especially when he’d read her to sleep with Captain Cook’s adventures or a story of his own creation. FAVOURITE CHILDHOOD TOY : First it was a simple straw-and-coconut doll that was left in her shoe one Christmas. When she was older, she got a spyglass for examining wildlife in closer detail and she was never parted from it. EMBARRASSING STORY : She didn’t think so then, but that one time when she burst in on her parents thinking they were dying. They... weren’t. FAVOURITE FAMILY MEMBER : Her maternal grandfather. And her sister, once she was born. A STORY ABOUT THAT FAMILY MEMBER : When she was little, she could only say her sister’s name as “Gigi” and to this day she’s the only one allowed to call her that; now it’s a joke between them and Ginette gets her own back with “Mémé.”

WHAT  THEY  PREFER.

COFFEE OR TEA ?   Coffee, but she does know how to make good tea and likes it occasionally. SHOWERING IN THE DAY OR NIGHT ?  what is shower. She bathes at night though. TAKING BATHS OR TAKING SHOWERS ?  baths, obviously. Although she has used small waterfalls like showers and loves that. TV OR MOVIES ? What is this. WRITING OR READING ?  both— her reading is much broader in subjects than her writing, which is mostly devoted to chronicling her adventures. PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC LOVE ? Since she hasn’t really experienced a great romantic love, she would currently say platonic. Even after she has, they would be approximately equal weight in her estimation. ICED TEA OR LEMONADE ?   Iced tea. ICE CREAM OR SMOOTHIES ?  Ice cream. CUPCAKES OR CAKE ? Cupcakes are easier to eat on the go and it is possible to make them just as good. BEACH OR MOUNTAINS ?  She loves anything outside, but mountains have more of an adventurous air and are less likely to include human company.

FAVOURITES.

SONG :  Her mother would play the piano when she was young (this tapered off with the addition of another sibling) and Ginette was particularly enamored of a sprightly folk tune popular at the time. She didn’t know until much later that Cosette had learned it from her father, and to this day she doesn’t know what it was called. However, she has all the words memorized and will sing it to herself as an amusement or to boost her mood. BAND : this isn’t really a thing yet?? OUTFIT : She prefers simple clothes because of her active lifestyle; her absolute favorite style would fit in well in the Regency, loose and unfitted dresses, though of sensible cotton cloth rather than silk, which somewhat spoils the drape and the Grecian effect. This isn’t to say she scorns more ornate dress entirely— in the city, at events, she will dredge up her mother’s fashion sense and don something with more flair. It is, after all, another way to display her differences setting her apart from the rest. Which also explains (in addition to her general artistic nature) why she favors the Artistic Dress movement’s style even when back among high society. In terms of specific colors, she favors what might be called autumnal: deep reds, soft greens, and various shades of gold, though she can also turn to the other side of the color wheel with sunset-like colors of blues and purples. Like anyone else she has her moods and the differences can be quite stark. PLACE : A little corner of Père-Lachaise cemetery, beneath a yew tree, among the tall grass. As much as she loves adventure, it means a great deal to visit the grave of the man who’s inspired her so directly. She has her mother’s wild spirit, but Cosette never did anything so wild with it as to escape prison, fake her own death, etc. (Luckily she never had to.) To a young child in her formative years his tales— doled out, of course, in age-appropriate batches— combined with his interest in the world at large was hugely influential. MEMORY :  While visiting the Galápagos, she got to see everything she’d read about in Darwin’s travelogue, which was very meaningful to her, but the one that she’ll treasure most is the discovery of a new species of butterfly. She managed to capture one and bring it back to show experts, and they confirmed it, so Valjean does have a permanent place in history after all: Leptotes valjeanae (squinting at the Latin... but you get the idea). PERSON : Still living? Her sister. They’re best friends, thick as thieves whenever Ginette comes back to Paris. MOVIE :  Again, not a thing. SHOW :  See above.

TAGGED BY :   stole it. TAGGING : @asklemaire @scepticiism @pontificalandwarlike @livingsouloflove @namcdesire @therapardalis @murroyilodel & anyone else that fancies it!

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Alaska:  Day 24, New Rebel Base

[[ They've arrived in the next rebel base, their giant insectoid "pilot" coming to a stop at a large growth of moss and flowers on the cavern ceiling to munch away. A rebel conductor helps them out of the basket and back into the tunnels, where they're informed once again that they stand to meet the small group that will lead them to the lusus keeping hold and assist them in securing their transport to Minnesota. They wait in a room while the troupe is summoned. ]]

REDGLARE: -She found it kind of peaceful, on the giant bug basket. A lot of time to think. Now she's hobbling off and having to walk again hurts a whole fuckload, don't it? Urgh. She leans back and folds her arms as she waits.-

[[ The bandages have gotta be hella itchy, too. ]]

REDGLARE: >;/

LATULA: -WALKING BACK AND FOURTH A BUNCH NO LESS-

DAVE: -he's been compliant and talking incessantly but hey, he's alive. the room they're in makes a nice shelter, but he's antsy- heres an idea

DAVE: teleporters

MINDFANG: -The bug basket wasnt awful, but still she was glad to be moving along. The sooner the better really. And also not having to move much after her chest trauma was great, but now was the time to suck it up again and she leans against one of the walls while digging her fingers into the small crevices of her bionic arm to see if she can adjust anything in there to make it any semblance of slightly more functional.-

HESONY: =mrrrg... He approached Mindfang and made a gesture towards her arm. In addition to that, he makes a face at her digging.= :\

MICEXA: -how rich do u think this operation is-

MICEXA: -that's the look she is currently giving Dave, but she quickly readjusts to look at Sunny-

MINDFANG: -Slowly looks up at him, do you see the look in her one eye? Do you see how she imagines destroying you.-

MINFANG: Can I help you.

HESONY: At the rate you're going, your arm is gonna go limper than a droopy bulge.

HESONY: =He held out his hand offering and open= Let me Help you?

LATULA: (pff h4h44h4h4h4h4h4)

DAVE: nice

MINDFANG: -Turns her death glare briefly on Latula.-

MINDFANG: Your use of descriptors m8kes it almost impossi8le to say no. -Shes being sarcastic.-

LATULA: >8P

HESONY: That makes it all easier then. =with one hand he took her arm and inspected it, running a finger over a nasty looking puncture.=

MINDFANG: -EXCUSE.-

MINDFANG: -Sorry hes getting punched in the face, you dont just grab someones arm. Here comes her fist.-

LALTULA: OH SN4P DOG

HESONY: =well he should have expected that tbh=

HESONY: =the blow staggers him and he straightened from it, wiping blue from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.=

HESONY: You do realize punching me only exacerbates the problem.

MINDFANG: -Yeah it kind of did, her metal hand struggles to open again, making several clicking noises as the fingers uncurl.- Yes I am aware.

MINDFANG: And it was still worth it. -She almost smiles when she sees the blood. Almost. Its satisfying.-

MICEXA: !!

MICEXA: -SLIDES IN BETWEEN THEM AGGRESSIVELY-

MINDFANG: -DO YOU WANT A PUNCH TOO? She will give them out for free.-

MINDFANG: -Eyes her as she cradles her arm.-

REDGLARE: Stop 1t.

REDGLARE: W3'v3 got mor3 f1ghts 4h34d of us.

REDGLARE: L3t h1m f1x 1t.

DAVE: we also got a lot of distance to travel

DAVE: before the fights

HESONY: =he sneered from around Miss= Just thought you ought to know you Have a malfunctioning piston and the shock absorbers are shot to Hell.

HESONY: However I don't entirely blame you. Most of your group is rather dull-witted.

DAVE: maybe were gonna spice it up

DAVE: bam traveling fights

DAVE: wheres my goddamn train

DAVE: gotta bounce on the cars

MINDFANG: I can travel fine with it in this condition, and o8viously it is still useful enough to fight. -Just not...ideal. She can make it work.-

MINDFANG: And what makes you so qualified to make the repairs anyway.

HESONY: ...

HESONY: You Have got to be kidding—

HESONY: =he pulled off his right glove and clenched and unclenched his metal hand.=

MINDFANG: -Watches him, unimpressed.- Having a 8ionic replacement does not qualify you to fix one.

MICEXA: -pinches the bridge of her nose... sunny why... why must you care so much and be so cute-

HESONY: Things work differently in the League.

HESONY: You learn or you die.

HESONY: =not cute. bamf. look at me=

MICEXA: -YEAH BUT U CUTE THO-

[ !!! SUDDENLY !!! A truck with enormous mud and slush caked treads pulls in outside, seeming to grind down the rough terrain with ease. There's some kind of machine gun rotating around the roof although its' not currently in use. There are several trolls hanging off of it. If the gang is inside, they can hear the roar of the motor signalling it's arrival. VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOM. (do u like my sfx) ]

MINDFANG: Thats no new knowledge. Any wriggler worth its half formed 8rain cells should know that.

HEITOR: -snuffles while hanging off the edge of the truck. HE IS A BIG.-

AQUILA: -actually is one of the unlucky folk stuffed inside with the gigantic driver :[-

HESONY: That is more than enough to be qualified. What, do you require a certificate?

LATULA: -peeps outside to look at the truck-

LATULA: uh yo.

LATULA: w3 w41t1n on som3on3 h3r3?

MINDFANG: I might considering I have no personal investment in trusting your word-- -Turns to look at Latula.-

HEITOR: -GASMASK STARES FROM OUTSIDE. Heseems to be hauling some kind of gigantic backpack, along with several toolboxes worth of tools on his belt and pants.-

LATULA: uhh

LATuLA: y3s.

HESONY: FINE. Let it fall apart or become dead weight, but don't make this a liability to everyone else.

HESONY: =He finally glanced up as they exited the vehicle.= Apparently.

REDGLARE: -HOBBLING TO EXIT AND SHOVES THE DOOR OPEN HARSHLY, staring at the truck.-

REDGLARE: Who 1s your l34d3r.

MINDFANG: -Thats harsh redglare.-

HEITOR: -SNORTS behind his mask, adjusting a nozzle on his backpack.-

DAVE: now the partys here

ULFURA: -She ALSO hangs off the outside of the truck, trying to peek around Heitor to see the new guys and having a REALLY HARD TIME.- HEEEYYY???

REDGLARE: 1s th4t you?

HEITOR: -SNORTS again and leans back.-

ULFURA: NO!!! ARE YOU KIDDING???

ULFURA: -LEAPS from the truck to eyeball them -- yeah, she is smol. SHE SQUINT.-

DAVE: this looks like a fun one

MINDFANG: -Small and squinty? What a combination.-

URSAIS: -Has difficulty parking. Eventually gives up and just KICKS DOOR OF THE TRUCK OPEN with furry boot. Out comes the burr troll. She is enormous, WIDE AND LONG even compared to someone like Heitor. - o'hm serRRy bout the trRuck fuckin rRickety piece a shit. AY.

HEITOR: -GRUNTS and punches ursais in the arm.-

HEITOR: -DONT INSULT HIS HANDIWORK-

ULFURA: -frankly just dwarfed by every single one of these guys-

REDGLARE: ...

REDGLARE: -focuses on the BIG and sighs-

REDGLARE: So you 4r3.

URSAIS: -rubs her arm and GRUNTS AT HIM.- we'rRe 'erRe to pick up some fellow rRRRebels. owch. look all i'm sayin is knowin how big somuv us 'rRr you coula opted ferR somethin' a little biggerR.

URSAIS: NYWAYS.

URSAIS: who do i gotta talk to to get this shit rRollin. -LOOKS ARUND.-

MICEXA: ....

MICEXA: -looks between the UU members-

HEITOR: -SNORTS.-

LATULA: yo.

ULFURA: ...

ULFURA: WELL SOMEBODY SAY SOMETHING???

ULFURA: -points at Latula- YOU???

URSAIS: -gdi ulfura out of the mouths of babes...but yeah this is kind of awkward.-

LATULA: M3?????

URSAIS: look it was my underRRstandin that some peple needed ta get to minnesodey??? SO SPEAK TH' FUCK UP.

LATULA: OH SH1 T 1 M34N. uh. sh1t. 1 D1D s4y th4t.

LATULA: y3s w3—

REDGLARE: Y3s.

REDGLARE: M1nn3sot4. Soon 4s poss1bl3.

REDGLARE: W3'v3 got oth3r cr3w to m33t w1th.

REDGLARE: C4n you do 1t?

LATULA: >8T

HESONY: =he's not saying anything. he might get punched in the face again.=

DAVE: they better do it

URSAIS: -SHE IS KIND OF GIVING THE LEGISCERATORS THE STINK EYE.-

MICEXA: -shifts. EVEN MORE AWKWARD.-

MINDFANG: -You might get punched regardless, you are never safe.-

AQUILA: -floating- g'day ladies n gents! :D

HESONY: =squints right back at her=

LATULA: h4h4 soz l1k3. 1M l4tz pyrop3 but you 4ll tot3z h34rd of m3 b3for3.

ULFURA: COURSE WE CAN DO IT!!!

LATULA: (PL34S3.)

ULFURA: ... -looks up at Heitor- (WHO???)

URSAIS: -kinda cuts through everyone to get to Redglare- well 's wut the feck we'rRe e'rRe to find out but i ain't givin no garRentees. wuz a hell of a time even gettin erRe at all, but i think we'rRe yerRr best bet. cuz we gota n ace up ourR sleeves and it's sure as shit not this trRuck. we gonna trRy an trRavel by airR.

URSAIS: and once we get to minny sody we'rRe gonna help y'alll rRip our mutual enemies ta shrReds.

URSAIS: -grins-

REDGLARE: ...

REDGLARE: 4lr1ght.

REDGLARE: R3dgl4r3.

REDGLARE: R34dy wh3n you 4r3.

MINDFANG: Sounds enticing.

URSAIS: my name is capn urRsais arRcone and this here's mah crew. -GESTURES TO THEM. APPRECIATE THEM. SHE'S PROUD.-

URSAIS: -ESPECIALLY OF YOU, ULFURA.-

HEITOR: -HISSES OUT A NOISE THAT SOUNDS LIKE 'HI'-

HESONY: =blandly=

HESONY: Charmed.

URSAIS: i wasn't specially talkin to YEW.

URSAIS: -OWLTURNS-

MINDFANG: -Get told Hesony.-

ULFURA: -BOUNCES IN PLACE. YES, NOTICE HER.-

HESONY: And that is some kind of problem?

LATULA: -loudly SULKS-

MICEXA: -rests a hand on his arm- Sunny-- Don't.

LATULA: -man she can't even be famous as a criminal-

ULFURA: -she doesn't watch enough TV to know you... tbh she doesn't know most of you. BUT SHE LIKES THAT SMALL WEIRDO LOOKING ONE, THE RED GUY WITH THE FINS. She's pretty sure he's a guy who would angry squat.-

URSAIS: -VAGUE SWEEPING GESTURE.- arRight well you lot get all yerRR shit redy trRy to travel as light as possible tho.

REDGLARE: W3 lost most of our b3long1ngs.

REDGLARE: 1t's just us.

URSAIS: -grunts- we gon have to do sum walkin firRst and no offense but y'all look like yerR one foot in the grR...-stops..glances at all these people with amputated limbs- o sorRy...um

URSAIS: ...nyways. ye. bundle up n stuff and we'll go.

URSAIS: the trRuck is a little too conspicious so we'rRe just gon leave it. -glances at Heitor apologetically.-

REDGLARE: -wise...-

HEITOR: -GRUNTS-

LATULA: 41ght.

URSAIS: -DON'T GRUNT AT HER LIKE THAT, IT'S NOT HER FAULT.-

URSAIS: ey y'all elp anybody that can't make it on theirR own.

HEITOR: -he can and will carry u-

URSAIS: -SHE COULD CARRY LIKE...THREE OF YOU.-

HESONY: =so could he but no one want him to touch them=

URSAIS: -THEN DON'T BEAT EM UP SO MUCH NEXT TIME GOOD GOD.-

MINDFANG: -Yeah jeez.-

HESONY: =Then maybe warnings should be heeded next time, sheesh.=

URSIAS: -FUCKIN highbloods.-

URSAIS: -FUCKIN GOVERNMENT HIGHBLOODS.-

MINDFANG: -Gets the urge to punch Hesony again. But thats pretty normal.-

MINDFANG: Then lets get moving.

HEITOR: -LUMBERING FORWARD.-

LATULA: -she is not lumbering... but she ain't sprightly, either.-

LATULA: soz w3r3 you 4t th3 4tt4ck down th3 w4y wh3n w3 got p1ck3d up?

HESONY: =you castist pos. there's at least five highbloods in this UU group.=

ULFURA: -she will be sprightly for the BOTH OF YOU. bounces ahead of them-

MINDFANG: -Goodbye comfortable wall, shes walking.-

URSAIS: -YE BUT THEY'RE FAMOUS REBELS. IT'S DIFFERENT.-

HESONY: =NO IT'S NOT=

URSAIS: -PROBABLY HELPING DAELOS WALK. Anybody else? She's got a free arm.-

MITUNA: -Floats quietly-

[[ It's cold and snowy out still, and that and the darkness offers them a fair amount of general cover. It shouldn't be a terribly far walk to the lusus holding encampment, but they'll have to go through some woods on the way. ]]

REDGLARE: -no thank u she will FORCE HER WAY THROUGH THE PAIN-

REDLGARE: -GRAHH-

MICEXA: -redglare pls...-

MINDFANG: -Redglare please.-

URSAIS: -Just gives her a weird look??? Buti it's noen of her business.-

MINDFANG: -Keeping her eye on Redglare just in case she falls.-

MICEXA: -she hesitantly... offers Redglare an arm.-

MICEXA: -LET HER HELP YOU DAMMIT-

MINDFANG: -Redglare dont do, dont let them help you. She squint.-

DAVE: -with the gang- do we have to go through the woods again

REDGLARE: -WELL if mindfang is gonna refuse then shell take it-

REDGLARE: -ALWAYS DO THE OPPOSITE-

MINDFANG: -TRAITOR.-

MINDFANG: -Shes judging you so hard right now.-

MICEXA: -thank u... she wraps the arm around Redglare to help support her-

HESONY: =makes a frustrated noise somewhere in the back=

MICEXA: -between the two of us we have two whole legs-

MICEXA: -it's like we're almost a whole functioning person-

REDGLARE: -minus one eye-

TEREZI: =eyes are overrated=

URSAIS: -She's scarcely seen a sorrier looking group of people.-

LATULA: uh y34h 1m w1th h1m tbh.

LATULA: gonn4 h4v3 fuck1n for3st n1ghtm4r3z.

MITUNA: -Flaps his nub-

MINDFANG: Just do your 8est to ignore it. -At Latula and Dave, despite feeling pretty on edge about going into the woods too...-

DAVE: got it DAVE: great

LATULA: 1m just s4y1n fuck tr33z.

URSAIS: o yea i ferRgot ta answerR ya. we weren't so much in the fightin as mowin thrRough it.

AQUILA: and it turned out just beaut. :)

LATULA: r4d.

HEITOR: O (oo) O

HESONY: (Must be mowing through small fry. Of course you'd be able to beat fodder.)

HEITOR: -HEAVILY BREATHES OVER HESONY'S SHOULDER-

HEITOR: O (oo) O

MITUNA: 7alk 5hi7 ge7 hi7

MITUNA: (he5 a one man apocalyp5e)

HEITOR: -THANK U MITUNA-

HESONY: You don't know that. You only just met these people!

MITUNA: L00K 47 H1M -Gestures at him-

ULFURA: HE'S A ONE MAN CHEESEBURGER APOCALYPSE!!!

HAITOR: -reaches a meaty hand over and ruffles ulfura's hair.-

HAITOR: -SCAMP-

ULFURA: -punches Heitor in the buttcheek. She's buttcheek height right???-

ULFURA: -YEAH THAT'S WHAT YOU GET.-

HAITOR: -yes-

HESONY: =Just...DRAGS his hands down his face=

URSAIS: acutally thas a preddy accurRate scription..

MITUNA: you merely adop7ed 7he darkne55 he wa5 born in i7 molded by i7 by 7he 7ime he 5aw 7he ligh7 he wa5 a man

HAITOR: DOCTORATE... IN ENGINEERING...

URSAIS: -looks at this tiny psiionic. who hurt you to make u like this.-

HAITOR: -vents some steam from his backpack-

URSAIS: jesus trRoll chrRist.

MITUNA: -Sunny!-

URSAIS: we know u got koali-fee-cations. we GED IT.

HAITOR: -GRUNTS-

ULFURA: -grunts also, but HIGHER, and more sassy.-

HAITOR: -WOW-

MITUNA: -Floats around Roadh-- Haitor-

HESONY: =snaps at mindfang and gestures at...ALL of Haitor= Here's your fucking certification, must be your lucky day!

MITUNA: (he big mad)

MINDFANG: -Slow turns to Hesony and raises her fist ever so slightly.-

URSAIS: -also gives him a Look like boy she redy 2 fight.-

MINDFANG: Calm down already.

URSAIS: -elirah would get mad at her tho for gettin off task...-

MICEXA: Hesony--!

MINDFANG: We get it, it is o8vious you do not like them. But good news no one else here enjoys your presence either.

HAITOR: -he'll totally fight... but the mention of his koala fictions distracts him a second and he TURNS towards Mindfang.-

HAITOR: -slaps his own arm corresponding to mindfang's cybernetic limb and points to her-

HESONY: =He's smiling. All the stress of the past month has totally worn him down= You sure you wanna do that?

HESONY: Your arm will likely break before my face does. :D

MINDFANG: -BOY.-

MINDFANG: -Looks at Haitor, and others. You see him asking for it right?-

NYALAH: -turning in her grave being in proximity to the magnitude of this blueblood fuckboi. Jfc.-

HAITOR: -STARES-

URSAIS: -GROWLS- ey! quit yer shit 'fore i get angrRy this ain't no leuiserRly strRolll this is serRious.

HESONY: =Nyalah, you dont even get to, youre the reason Terezi died=

MITUNA: Y34H 817CH ehehehe

MINDFANG: -Better be calling Hesony a bitch.-

MITUNA: -He'll leave it to interpretation-

MINDFANG: -She huffs though and turns her gaze forward again.-

URSAIS: less play the quiet game, yeah? til we get therRe.

URSAIS: we'rRe nearRly to the encampment.

URSAIS: got some steep turrRain comin up firRst tho.

MITUNA: 573PP1N 0N 7H3 834CH

HESONY: =His face is just=

HESONY: =BLUE=

MINDFANG: How steep is steep?

DAVE: im guessing steep

HESONY: What? Can't Handle a little rock wall?

MINDFANG: I can. 8ut we have group mem8ers missing lim8s thanks to you.

REDGLARE: >;I

REDGLARE: -well she wasn't going to point it out but-

MICEXA: -INTERNALLY SCREAMING-

MINDFANG: And so traversing any extreme terrain might prove extremely difficult on them. 8ut yeah clearly they are fucking weak 8ecause they cant "Handle a rock wall." thank you for pointing that out.

HESONY: (I'd say it's pretty much even. Terezi's dead thanks to you.)

URSAIS: shut yerR damn mouth, i don't wanna hafta say it gain.

MITUNA: (no you)

HESONY: (No, you.)

MINDFANG: -Wigglers. Both of you.-

URSAIS: fuck me right up my furRy nook. -grumbling.-

HEITOR: -stares at ursais. maybe they can throw them-

URSAIS: -it's seeming more and more appealing...-

MITUNA: -Flips sunny off-

HESONY: =Tuna gets the double bird=

MITUNA: -Plarps him in the face with a psionic snowball-

HESONY: =SPUTTERING=

MITUNA: ehehehe

HESONY: =beans Mituna dead center with a manually made one.=

URSAIS: -SHE JUST....CANNOT BELIEV.E-

MITUNA: -DOOF!-

MITUNA: -That's it, he just shakes lose an entire tree branch of snow onto Sunny's head-

REDGLARE: -she's not even gonna try to stop this.-

HESONY: GAHHH!!!

HESONY: =Takes out his shield and uses it to scoop snow off the ground with it= HESONY: EAT POWERDY WHITE SHIT!

URSAIS: -that's it. she's grabbing Hesony by the arm and dragging him none to gently to the front of the line with her-

MINDFANG: -Jfc guys.-

MICEXA: HESONY!!!!!!!

MITUNA: -makes a lil psionic barrier. Unbothered.-

URSAIS: -barks in his face- WALK! AND DON'T DO NOTHIN ELSE!!!

HESONY: =Wrenches his arm from Ursais's grip. There is a brief staredown=

HESONY: Don't. Touch me. Again.

HESONY: =And with that he does start walking again. If they're good at anything it's following orders.=

MITUNA: -snrks-

URSIAS: -SNORTS, her nostrils flaring and just keeps up her pace.-

MITUNA: -Slides up next to the pig-

MITUNA: doe5 your arm 5hoo7 la5er5

HEITOR: -NO RESPONSE. snorts piggily-

MITUNA: dude you go77a 7ell me

HEITOR: -VENTS STEAM FROM HIS BACKPACK. holds up his arm. Wiggles his fingers. NADA-

MITUNA: awwww

MITUNA: do you 7hink i could ge7 one 7ha7 5hoo75 la5er5

DAELOS: -speaks up for the first time this entire time- I thought you could already do that

HEITOR: -SNORTS AGAIN.- HEITOR: -also, lowers his arm.-

HEITOR: -STARES AT DAELOS-

DAELOS: -THIS IS WHY HE ISN'T TALKING THESE PEOPLE MAKE HIM HECKING UNCOMFORTABLE. Also he's a depressed horse.-

MITUNA: yeah bu7 how 5wee7 would i7 be 7o 5hoo7 la5er5 from your hand5

MITUNA: back me up here 7ula

LATULA: SHOOT 1T FROM YOUR D1CK MOR3 L1K3

AQUILA: i knew a guy once who could do that i'm pretty sure. it was a real rip snorter of a pahty trick let me tell ya.

MITUNA: -Looks down at his crotch a tad too long-

LATULA: lm4o.

MITUNA: im gonna do i7

LATULA: DUD3 WH4T.

MITUNA: im gonna