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thesorcerersapprenticeu · 2 months ago

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Chapter 20: Duel And Escape

Things continue to go downhill - and yet there are moments of calm amidst all the chaos.

As Isha joins the group and you and Jinx finally get some peace and quiet, you start to open up and talk about what's been happening all these years.

But as is so often the case, peace doesn't last long.

At a meeting, Isha is taken away by enforcers - and the next storm is brewing.

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A new chapter - now almost a rarity.

Just kidding, of course I'll still be uploading regularly every week! And woe betide anyone who says I upload too infrequently.

The second half of the second season begins - and I've already planned most of the plot. The finale will be intense, I can promise you that.

Thanks for reading, have fun with the chapter - and as always: support is always welcome!

wc: 4.8k

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There is a big difference between the forces of this world.

Gravity - the invisible force that pulls masses towards each other, responsible for the fall of things, the orbits of planets, the shape of galaxies.

Electromagnetism - the force between charged particles, the basis of light, magnetism, chemical reactions and what we call reality.

But none of these forces, none of these universal constants, has ever triumphed over fate.

Because fate is not a force that can be measured. Not a field that can be calculated. Not a current that can be directed. Destiny is what remains when all else fails. It is what decides when life begins and when it ends. When two people meet, love, hate, save or destroy each other.

Fate is the reason why you are here today. And not somewhere else.

That you were born into the L/N family - no coincidence. That you had a sister and brother, parents who had more expectations than love for you - that's a given. That you found the dusty spell book in the corner of the library at a moment when you had long since given up - that was also fate.

That you then ran away from home, howling, angry, with scraped knees, after another argument, and stood on that rusty bridge in the middle of the simmering battle between Piltover and Zaun, with tears in your eyes and trembling hands - and met Vander there, of all people, when the smoke cleared, and his silhouette appeared - was no coincidence.

But actually... none of this should ever havehappened.

In countless other timelines, infinite ramifications of being, you simply turned back. You went back home, were scolded, apologized, became a good son, an average student, a compliant cog in the Piltover machine.

You studied, you excelled, maybe you became a scientist like your parents, maybe an assistant to Jayce, maybe you even shook Viktor's hand or argued with Heimerdinger about progress.

You lived in all these realities - functional, safe, meaningless.

But in this one... you heard something back then. A humming sound. Quietly. Trembling. Like a fragile echo of hope. And you didn't leave. You stood still. You looked around you. And there she was - Powder. Alone. Lost. And that one hum was the crack that blew open fate itself.

There are an infinite number of versions of you who have left. Who became just another cog in the wheel. But not you. Not this version of you.

You stayed. And that's how it all began. Vander. Vi. Powder. Later Claggor, Mylo. A family. Not a perfect one, not an easy one - but a real one. For the first time. And that was just the beginning of your life. And your fall at the same time.

"Congratulations on your victory."

The voice slowly penetrates your consciousness. You open your eyes. Your legs feel like lead, your gaze is empty, still clouded by the weight of the last few hours. You just stand there, right behind Powder and the little girl she has recently started calling Isha.

Both sitting at the table, two beetles, two control units. Powder lost - on purpose, you saw that, even if you didn't have your eyes open. Her movements, even the ones you only sensed through the aura, were deliberately slower. She was letting Isha win.

The other Beetle was old, the controls worn out, the wires barely insulated. But that didn't matter. It was about something else.

You are back in Powder's old hideout, the room that has seen it all - plans, destruction, pain, hope. The battle from earlier is behind you, you all needed rest. Jinx has taken hits, so has Sevika, and no one knows where she is right now. Maybe she's smoking her lungs out somewhere or lying in a corner sleeping.

Only you - you were untouched as always, of course. Not because you were invincible, but because no one could really hit you.

Powder turns around for a moment. Her eyes graze you, her hair is disheveled, her cheek slightly swollen, but her eyes - those purple, insanely clear eyes - catch you, hold you, make everything else disappear.

In that moment, you forget everything that has been weighing you down. Everything about her seems like a distortion of your reality, a distraction from the cold logic in your head.

She's the only one who makes you feel like you're even alive. And she knows that. She knows it damn well - and she plays with it. With a single sentence, she throws you off balance.

"That means we're like her parents now. "

You feel something inside you falter. As if a switch has been flipped inside you. The warmth spreads, but at the same time there is a strange, oppressive feeling.

As if something terrible is coming, something that is inevitable. But that thought vanishes the moment you realize what she just said: Powder and you... parents.

Parents. For this girl. For Isha.

And just at that moment, as if she could read your mind, Jinx turns to you, grins, and you know - she knows exactly what you're thinking about.

"What are you thinking about?" she asks in that teasing tone you know so well, with that cheeky grin on her lips that simultaneously drives you mad and saves you.

You don't answer. Not because you don't want to, but because you know that if you did, your voice would fail. The words would stick in your throat like a rusty nail.

And then you both hear a soft knock - very gentle, barely audible. Your heads turn to the side in sync, to where Isha is standing. She has knocked on a tattered "Wanted" poster of Jinx hanging crookedly on the wall and points to the hair color with her small hand. Light blue and pink. A wish, clear and unequivocal. No words, just a gesture.

"Huh?" says Jinx, slightly irritated.

"She wants us to dye her hair. Just like you." You say it calmly, almost as if it goes without saying.

Jinx looks at you as if she's looking at the smartest person in all of Piltover. "Oh, you're such a genius," she says with a laugh, gets up, comes over to you - and kisses you on the cheek. Just like that. Without warning. Regardless of your mental state.

You know you're blushing. Not just in your face, but in every fiber of your body. Your heart is beating up to your throat, your eyes are trembling slightly, you can feel your breathing stop.

"Don't get nervous now..." she whispers, and her voice is darker than usual. Deep, playful, dangerous. Your thoughts jump, your legs almost jump too.

Before she goes too far - and you know she would if you let her - you suddenly cry out, quiet but panicked. "Isha's still here!" you shout softly, and immediately Jinx turns to the side, looks at the girl with wide eyes and laughs.

"Okay, okay... you're right." She raises both hands, takes a step back. But then, with a look that makes your blood run cold, she pokes you lightly on the nose, leans closer and whispers, "We'll finish this later."

You can't answer. You don't want too either. All you know is that your body is on fire.

And so, a little later, you stand together in front of Isha while she begins to dye her hair with a brush, paint and an old mirror - light blue, pink, shimmering. Jinx talks incessantly, tells stories, laughs, imitates voices.

Isha says nothing, but the smile that starts in her eyes says enough. And you - you look at them both, this little girl and the woman you love, and feel tears welling up in your eyes.

You try to hide it. You don't want to cry. Not here, not now. But Jinx notices. Of course she notices. She doesn't say anything. She just puts her arms around you, pulls you close, presses your head against her shoulder and whispers: "I understand you."

And at that moment, for the first time in a long time... you no longer feel alone.

The silence only lasts a few seconds before Jinx stands up, stretches and says with a look at you: "We have to go." She says it casually, almost as if it's the most normal thing in the world - but you can tell by the way she lowers her voice that there's something behind it.

You don't ask. You don't need to know where or why. If she needs you, you go with her. Always. It's never been any different.

"But first..." Jinx turns and looks at Isha, who is still sitting on the improvised cushion you made from old fabric and tool scraps. "...the little one needs sleep."

You nod. Isha has been with you all day - but her eyes are tired. Her little hands rub her eyes, and yet she tries to stay awake because she realizes that something is about to happen.

Jinx bends down and carefully lifts her up while you prepare the bed in the corner of the room - an old mattress, two rolled-up jackets as pillows, a clean blanket, as best you can in this mess.

You put them together. Isha says nothing, no gestures, no facial expressions, but she holds Jinx's hand. Firmly. Her fingers literally clutch it, as if it were the last piece of security in a world that is too big for such small feet.

"I think she wants a bedtime story." Jinx looks at you, her voice soft, barely more than a whisper.

You return her gaze, confused.

A story? From Me? Now?

You open your mouth, wanting to say something, maybe some stupid thing, but then you see Jinx leaning towards her. Her fingers run through Isha's hair, slowly, soothingly, gently, like a gust of wind after a storm. You understand. You take a deep breath. And you start to talk.

"Once upon a time..."

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The snowstorm is merciless, your eyes can barely open. It was a few months after you left Singed.

You have traveled far and have now reached the border of Noxus - a seemingly endless area of snow, cold and impenetrable, so that you can hardly see anything.

You are thickly wrapped up, your head under a hood as usual, the rest of your body under your coat and a thick fur over it. Nevertheless, the cold permeates everything. To keep you warm, you use your aura as a kind of heater.

You can feel the Corpse Arm pulsing; it's trying to tell you something. But as absent-minded as you are right now, watching the snow and struggling with your way through the heavy snow, you don't pay attention.

You stop and open the card with the Corpse Parts in your hands again. Not one, but two parts seem to be in Noxus - the legs and the ears. Both are marked on the map, but you'll have to find out the exact location yourself, as you obviously can't ask this Jayce Talis.

You're hungry, thirsty and damn cold. Even with your aura, the temperatures out here are so low that they're probably meant to keep people from entering this land - at least this way.

You had heard and read that Noxus' policy towards immigrants and illegals is incredibly strict and that it is not customary to enter the country through normal channels. So now you do the same.

What other choice did you have?

At that moment, as you take the next step and large winter trees appear at the edge of your vision, you can exhale for a brief moment.

But then you feel it: Far away, several hundred meters from you, an enormous amount of aura is gathering. Your eyes widen and you instinctively stare in that direction. But in the next moment, this aura disappears and your heart sinks.

An attack!

You can't say exactly what it is, but something is definitely heading your way and you need to protect yourself.

Should I quickly strengthen my aura? My whole body or just my vital organs? How much aura is it for each organ? Heart, brain, lungs, liver, kidneys... Should I use 20% of my total aura for each? What if I have nothing left after that and am at the end?

The conclusion is clear: then you'll freeze to death.

So many thoughts race through your mind in less than two seconds, and every one of them deserves a place. But the attack comes even faster than you thought.

Your senses, soaked in aura and thus amplified, perceive it far too late: a projectile.

What the...?

You don't even recognize it properly, between the snowflakes and everything clouding your vision. A projectile, sharp and purple, right in front of your nose and maybe ten meters away from hitting your head and coloring the snow red with your shattering brain.

Just as it's right in front of you, you realize what a bad situation you're in. If you don't think of something now, right now, you're dead.

It will hit your head in less than a second. Damn! You don't even have enough time to channel your aura into your head, let alone use a spell!

One second to go until it’s impact.

The snowflakes leave a pattern.

Half a second until impact.

Your stationary form sinks a few millimeters deeper into the snow.

One third of a second until impact.

You act on pure instinct:

Faster than ever before, you pull it out of your coat pocket, your hands absolutely on autopilot and your brain following behind in the act of your instinct: a steel ball.

A theoretical version, basically a replica enforcer gadget, only made from a stronger metal that you found and had reshaped.

It flies straight in front of your face while the projectile threatens to hit your head.

It turns, with a slight rotation directly in front of it, literally floating in the air and glowing slightly white with your aura, it strikes the projectile.

The projectile does not penetrate it, as you thought, but your non-expectancy still has consequences:

It gets stuck after slightly breaking through the metal layer, and the sphere's rotation and the resistance and recoil of the aura push the sphere away...

And just when the steel ball was turning so that the projectile would come in your direction.

Ugh!

The sphere leaves a light in its wake as it tears the surface of the steel ball with such force that fine shards of blackened metal dance in the air. A screeching screech echoes through the icy wind as your improvised shield gives way, as if it was never designed to stop such force.

You pull your aura together at the last moment - everything you have, everything you are - and instinctively spread it evenly over your entire body. Not with calculation. Not with strategy. But in the panicked hope that the projectile won't hit anything that will kill you instantly.

But it is pointless.

You can't even really see it, so fast, so precise, so merciless. You only feel the burn - dull at first, then cutting - as it pierces you. It slices through your left side, tearing across your chest, ripping through lung tissue, leaving nothing but destruction in its path and exiting your back.

For a moment, you don't want to believe what has happened. Your body refuses to understand what your senses have already been screaming. Your legs don't immediately give way, but your eyes tremble and your gaze automatically shifts downwards.

And there, right there, you see it: a small, clean hole, barely bigger than a coin, and the dark red that spreads inexorably, like ink on wet paper.

You want to say something. Maybe curse, maybe laugh, maybe cry - but your mouth remains closed. Because there is only blood gathering in your throat, slowly but inexorably creeping up, like death itself, working its way up your insides to silence you.

That's it.

The steel ball falls to the ground, a dull thud in the snow that sounds almost poetic in its simplicity. You follow it. Not jumping, not falling - but tilting, as if someone had pulled the last bit of energy out of you.

Your head hits the snow, soft, cold, indifferent. The cold draws into your cheek, into your forehead, into your bones, as if the ground wants to take you in like something lost that is finally coming home.

Your vision is blurred, not just by the tears, but by the life that escapes you. Your eyes don't close - not completely. You want to keep them open. You want to remember. You want to understand. But there is nothing but snow and blood.

I'm losing too much blood... damn it... This can't be the end!

Your mind is reeling. Thoughts race, but none of them stay. They circle, collide, fade, like images in the mist. What remains is the knowledge: This is your end. No dramatic finale, no heroic last stand. Just the quiet, bitter death of a boy who thought he could take on fate.

What nonsense... I thought I had a chance.

You were never arrogant. You never believed you were invincible. You just hoped - that you were fast enough, clever enough, careful enough.

That maybe, just maybe, you could still play a role in this cruel theater of the world. But reality was merciless. You didn't fall because you were weak. But because you thought you were ready.

What a huge difference... Me against a real sorcerer...

Your gaze lowers. The snow beneath you is red, so red that it looks black. The flakes around you continue to dance, as calmly as if nothing had happened, as if you had never been there.

And then, with one last breath, with one last thought, you give up.

I'm sorry... Powder...

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Isha is asleep. Deeply. Calmly. Her little fingers lightly clutch the blanket, her breathing is even, almost hypnotic, and there is a silence in the air that is not oppressive - but soothing. One that you haven't felt for a long time. One in which even your aura seems quieter.

But that very moment - that one moment that could have brought peace - is over when Jinx sits up with a jerk, with so much energy that even the soft cracking of the wooden frame echoes through the room like a thunderclap.

"Come on!" she hisses, far too loudly, full of anticipation, her voice almost trembling with excitement as she turns to you, her legs drawn up, her hair wildly tousled, the grin on her face wider than ever. "I want to hear the end of the story! You didn't really die, did you?"

And then - as if she had forgotten the world for a moment - she suddenly fell silent.

Your gaze falls on Isha. She's still asleep, but Jinx's voice was loud enough that you wonder if the little girl isn't about to wake up. Maybe that's why you didn't say anything - not right away.

You just stand still, your hands in your pockets, a barely visible, tired smile on your lips as you look at Isha's peaceful face. It's a rare sight - a child sleeping so peacefully in a world that knows nothing but noise.

And somewhere deep inside you, way at the back, where all your anger, your guilt, your old self lies buried, you are a little... relieved. That this moment exists. That it is possible.

"Come on..." Jinx is now standing next to you, her voice softer, almost whispering, but full of impatience. "Go on, tell me! I want to know!" She nudges you lightly on the shoulder, a childish gesture, like when she asked you how to use that Enforcer gadget.

"We have to go, right?" Your voice sounds calm, almost soft - not as a refusal, but as a reminder that there is still a world out there. That you are far from safe. That even this moment - as perfect as it seems - won't last forever.

Jinx sighs immediately, so exaggerated that it seems almost theatrical. She rolls her eyes, crosses her arms and, for a fleeting moment, looks like a petulant child.

"Ugh... you can't just stop! Right where it gets exciting!" She paces, even stomping lightly, her shoes leaving a muffled clack on the floor. "You were bleeding to death! In the snow! It was like something out of a damn movie! And then... nothing?!"

You turn your head slightly and look at her out of the corner of your eye. "If you want me to tell you a real story, you should let me finish - don't interrupt." You grin slightly, just a hint, but enough for her to realize you're teasing her.

"Pff..." Jinx smiles again, this time a little softer, a little more genuine. She leans down to Isha again, strokes her forehead gently, presses a kiss to her temple and murmurs almost inaudibly: "Sleep well, Mini-Me."

Then she straightens up, turns to you and shoulders her bag with the same nonchalance with which she walked the streets of Zaun back then, before everything... exploded.

"All right let's go then. But if we don't die tonight, I want to hear the rest. And don't you dare not tell me how you survived. I swear I'll tear the next hole in your lungs myself."

You snort. And just say quietly, looking back at Isha: "Then I hope I survive this time."

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The lights are dimmed, the smoke from the old lamps still hangs in the air, the smell of alcohol and stale sweat has eaten into the floor like memories you can't get rid of.

You stand at the side of the room, your back against the wall, your arms crossed as your gaze glides silently around the room. The old seat, Silco's seat, is now occupied by Jinx.

The way she's settled there - casual, defiant, almost regal - leaves no doubt that she's not thinking for a second about bowing down to anyone.

And then there's Sevika. Rushing in like a storm that nobody invited. Her voice is rough, her words direct, and even as she speaks you begin to suspect that this could go one of two ways - conversation or fight.

"I know it was you," she hisses, without introduction, without greeting, directly into the room, while she fixes Jinx. "The stunt - it was you two."

"Sure thing," Jinx replies immediately, a smirk on his lips that carries so much mockery that it almost cuts. "So was I when the damn moon fell out of the sky. And, Sevika? Am I also the reason why the coffee at the Last Drop tastes like shit?" Her voice is a dance on a tightrope between sarcasm and provocation.

You don't say anything. Not yet. You're watching. As always.

Sevika clenches her fists, but does not allow herself to be irritated. Not directly. "The people... they need someone. Someone to show them that Zaun didn't fall. That Silco's death wasn't the end. You should show up at the meeting. Show yourselves. As a symbol."

"Symbol?" Jinx raises an eyebrow and provocatively raises both middle fingers. "Choose which one suits you better. This one is my symbol."

You almost have to laugh - but you don't. Instead, your gaze remains on Sevika, who has to visibly control herself for a moment. Her eyes narrow, and for a moment you think she's about to jump. But she stands still. Says nothing. Not yet.

"He has made you his successors, whether you like it or not," she continues. "His place is empty. You can fill it. In fact, you should."

And while Jinx waves you off, shakes her head and sinks back into her seat, your gaze wanders into the distance. You still don't say anything, but your thoughts begin to circle.

What if...?

Jinx and you, at the top of Zaun. The queen and her shadow. You would decide what is right, what is wrong. No more puppets. No more other people's plans. No more Silcos, no more Singeds, no more Vanders.

Just the two of you. You think of what she once said - that she wanted an airship, just out, away, up high. Maybe she could if you had the power. Maybe...

And then you throw the thought away like a glass that falls out of your hand. No. The world is too rotten. Too rotten. Too deep in the shit to be reshaped just like that. This... is not your goal. It was never your goal.

"Don't trip on the way out," says Jinx, coldly, in conclusion.

Sevika turns and leaves. Her footsteps echo as the door closes.

You're still standing there. No movement. Not a word. You didn't say anything - and yet you were the one she was talking about the whole time.

"How would you rate her?" she asks suddenly, her voice calm, almost casual, but you feel the weight of the question. It doesn't take you a second to know who she means.

"Sevika?" You turn your head slightly, your gaze wandering over the table where Silco once ruled. "She's tough, pragmatic, assertive. She knows the Lanes, knows the people, has influence. But she lacks... Vision. She acts out of spite, not leadership."

Jinx looks at you, slightly skeptical. "And personally?"

You take a deep breath. You don't want to say it, but you do anyway. "She betrayed Vander. Back when everything fell. She was the one who looked away when Silco pulled the knife."

Silence spreads. There are things that are rarely said, even in Zaun. And then Jinx snorts.

"She said she's planning a meeting tonight. Right by the Vander statue. She wants people to see that she's ready to take the lead."

You laugh softly, a hint of mockery in your voice. "Or they'll all get bagged by the enforcers. Wouldn't be the first time one of their brilliant ideas imploded."

Jinx grins. "That would be typical again."

You walk slowly to her, your thoughts still half on Vander, half on what you've just said. But Jinx suddenly looks at you differently, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Should I tell her that Vander is probably still alive and is being experimented on?

"You know..." She leans closer. "We have the whole room right now... all to ourselves."

You want to say something, some clever answer, something sarcastic perhaps - but you don't get the chance. Because at that moment, she pulls you towards her and her lips meet yours.

Not timid. Not cautious. Hot. Hungry. Possessive.

You have to lean on the table, her hand on the back of your neck, your thoughts shatter and there are no more words. Only her. Just you. The door closes behind you.

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"Isha, we're back!" Jinx calls out with her usual, slightly childlike excitement as you descend the steps into the hideout together.

Your hand still slightly warm from hers, the world outside not yet completely forgotten - but the moment shatters when you realize it. No sound. No shadow. No smile coming towards you.

Isha is not there.

Jinx calls out again. No answer. Once. Twice. Your senses are heightened, you feel it immediately - she is no longer here.

And then Sevika steps out of the shadows, as if she had been waiting. She stands there, breathing slightly heavily, her mechanical shoulder twitching once uneasily. Her gaze is cold, but underneath it is something else. Guilt. Fear. Remorse.

"You have them." Her words cut through the room like a gust of cold wind. It takes you a moment to comprehend them.

Jinx's voice is just a whisper. "What?"

"At the meeting," Sevika says tersely, "Enforcers showed up. They took everyone with them."

You feel something tearing inside you. Before Jinx can react, you speak. Your voice is dark, dangerously quiet. "And why... are you here?" Your eyes bore into her like glowing needles. "Why not her?"

Sevika doesn't avoid your gaze - at least for a moment. But you see it. Her mechanical arm twitches again. She is sweating. Your aura begins to change, slowly spreading around the room.

Jinx senses it, and although she doesn't move, it's clear that she notices your tension. Perhaps only she knows this state - when you stop thinking like a human and start thinking like something else.

"I... had no choice." Sevika looks like she's trying to justify herself, but her voice almost breaks. "I lost her in the crowd. I-I had to leave."

You don't say anything. Not yet. Your thoughts are racing, but you remember. Your words, just a few hours ago. A joke. A casual sentence about possible enforcer access. And now it's a reality. Isha is gone. Trapped. Perhaps injured. Maybe worse.

The anger that you have controlled for years, tamed your whole life like a wild animal, is scratching at the surface. You suppress it, but your aura has long since spoken for you. The room trembles.

Jinx looks at you, a moment that stretches. And Sevika? She says nothing more. Her gaze goes to the ground. She knows you're almost unstoppable now.

You reach deep into your coat pocket, the familiar coolness of the metal in your hands barely reassuring you. Your two steel balls, vibrating slightly with your aura, spin slowly in your palm. You straighten up. The decision has long since been made.

"Let's go," you say, your voice now clear, precise, cutting like a blade of light.

"We have a prison to raid."

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And that's it again for the next chapter!

We are slowly approaching the end of the second season. In terms of content, we are probably at the halfway point - but the coming chapters will be much longer, as a lot more is happening now.

I've now made up my mind and will write ending number three, in which you - the reader - will fight Viktor. Since it's not a fair match, a pact will be made ... but it will cost you a lot.

The backstory - especially the snow fight - will be told in a later chapter. The stories about other characters you have met along the way and further battles in new locations will also follow.

There's not much more to say, except: every star and every kudo shows me that it's worth continuing to write.

Thanks for reading - see you at the next chapter!

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closetnerd62 · 2 years ago

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Aftermath

A Lautski Fic

Part 1/2 : Breathe

As the Ghost of Max Jagerman disintegrated into the dark night, and Grace Chastity darted into the forest, black book in hand, Peter and Steph stood, hand in hand, in shock. Steph looked over at Peter, noticing the harrowed expression plastered across his face.

“Pete are you okay?” she asked. He stood, staring into the abyss. Frozen. “Peter.” she shook him, “Pete you’re shaking.”

Pete could feel his vision begin to blur, his chest tightening. His own hand grasped at the neck of his sweater, his breathing was short and shallow. His vision began to tunnel as if his soul was being dragged away from his own body. He stumbled back into a tree, sliding down the trunk into a fetal position.

“PETER!” Steph ran over to his side, eyes wide. “Peter, what’s happening?”

“P-panic at-t-tack” he gasped. He felt as though a rubber band had been wrapped around his lungs, tears welled in his eyes. Steph grabbed his hand.

“Holy Shit…Um.., just try to think of something else or-or slow your breathing.” she said, her attempt as a calm tone getting away from her. Peter gasped for air to no avail.

“I- I can’t” he choked. Steph took hold of his face.

“Look at me Pete. You can do this.” They took a breath together as he clung to her, his only source of grounding. He slowly began to take back control over his body. “There you go, you’re doing so good. Keep going.”

Steph stayed rubbing his back and breathing with him until he returned to a regular breathing pattern.

“Thanks.” he whispered, slumped against the tree trunk with exhaustion.

“Anytime.” She smiled gently. They sat in the silence, taking in the calm.

“Hey, um… I know you’ve already done a lot for me tonight, “ Pete muttered. “but uh- there’s a good chance my blood sugar drops soon, it usually does after something like this, and Ted gets really mad at me when I travel alone when it does, would you mind walking home with me?”

“Of course,” she replied. “Let’s roll Spankoffski.”

As the pair made their way to Pete and Ted’s apartment. Peter had begun to stumble, a surefire warning sign of the impending drop, and almost instinctively, Steph placed Pete’s arm around her shoulder, steadying him. He had to hide a small blush. He had gotten more woozy as the walk went on, needing her assistance making it up the stairs.

“Sorry, I’m kind of pathetic.” Pete mumbled

“Shut up Spankoffski, I was never into jock types anyway.”

–

“Peter, I told you to be home by 7.” Ted called from the kitchen as Steph as Pete pushed through the front door. “I’ve gotta get to a date with Char- Oh shit.” Ted's face dropped upon seeing Pete slung over Steph’s shoulder, pale.

“We didn’t have any food on us,” Steph told him as she transferred Pete to the couch. “So we came here. I didn’t really know what else to do when things started to go downhill.”

“Pete, what happened to the emergency snacks in your backpack? I’m not buying those gelatin free candies for nothing.” Ted asked.

“I forgot my bag at Beanies” Pete replied groggily.

“Dumbass.” Ted said under his breath as he went back into the kitchen, returning with a candy bar and a glass of juice. “You’re lucky I’m already making dinner, dipshit.” A light smell of smoke wafted into the room, “Shit! The pasta!” Ted ran back into the kitchen.

Steph and Peter sat on the couch in an awkward silence for a few minutes.

“You really don’t have to stay if you don’t want to,” Pete said sheepishly. “I’ll be okay in a bit.”

“I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay, Pete.” She replied. “Besides, I don’t really want to go home. I’d rather not be alone.” She said with a dry laugh. Though she was trying to hide it, Pete could see her grief. They had both been through a lot in the past few days but Peter had at least gotten some time to process, Steph had lost her father just hours before. Sure he was an asshole but he was still her Dad. She had been there for him for the past hour, maybe it was his turn. He had just about hyped himself up enough to offer his support when Ted sauntered back into the living room.

“Alright kiddies, I definitely burned the pasta but I’ve gotta go, want me to order you some Pasquale’s delivery?”

“Yeah sure whatever thanks.” Pete replied absentmindedly, solely focused on Steph. Ted rolled his eyes as he left the apartment, sporting a small smile as he closed the door. The dorks got some game after all he thought.

“Pasquale’s Pete? On the first date? Have some respect for yourself.” Steph joked, trying to push her heartache to the side.

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madamlaydebug · 9 months ago

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The Kemetic Divine Holy Day, The Day of Tehuti, has been celebrated for over 50,000 years within Black Civilisation. This is the day when we celebrate human moral and intellectual qualities.

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The Day of Tehuti commemorates the day humanity decided to make ourselves different from the other species of the planet through the quality of our civilisation, vowing in front of the Neteru (Gods) to be civilised and good. We wanted to be like the Neteru - Divine Beings. We wanted to duplicate their world. We now had a goal.

To assist us in this goal, to raise our qualities and enlighten ourselves away from our ignorance and barbarism, the Neteru gave us the tools (values and principles): The Divine Code of Human Behaviour - the 77 Commandments.

To raise our qualities is an uphill journey, it’s not downhill. It’s about taking control of your life. It’s about going through all of the effort that involves quality. These 77 Commandments outline all of the actions a human being must not do in order to live in harmony with nature and become Divine Beings. No matter how difficult they are to follow, these Commandments are our freedom. They free us from ever having to suffer as anything less than a human being on the quest for perfection and refinement.

It was by living by these 77 Commandments that our Ancestors lived and survived in harmony with the Earth for over 50,000 years. They accomplished feats that are still unimaginable and unattainable to this modern world, despite technological advancement, because we haven't evolved or advanced spiritually.

If we now understand and acknowledge that society's spiritual, moral and intellectual principles have declined and that our current values are failing us, then we have a choice: follow the destruction that society has set for us, or recover this world (replicate the Divine World) to achieve the quality, the individual quality that we can show, by reeducating ourselves and returning to what has worked for our Ancestors for so long.

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yakool-foolio · 10 months ago

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Nobody could see the Professor's face, not even the prison wardens? Hmm... sounds strangely familiar. What do you think, mystery man? Ring any bells?

OOOOOOOOOO TUSSPELLS IS SNITCHIN' ON DREBBER! GET 'EM! Now I need to see a Tusspells Takedown on Drebber with the assistance of Van Zieks.

Alright yeah I can safely kick my 'Asman is the Professor' theory under the rug since the Professor got shot after crawling out of the grave, and that'll certainly seal anyone's fate. So long, my theory, you lived a fulfilling life. OHHHHHHHHH WAIT ASMAN WAS THE REPORTER/ILLUSTRATOR OF THE ARTICLE I SEE NOW!

Perfect dodge, mystery man!

Everything went immediately downhill for Enoch as soon as Asman's article entered the public eye. Goes to show how powerful journalism is, especially when in disregard of the privacy of those affected by the traumatic, life-altering events they went through. Poor guy's lying to himself because his talent was completely wasted and he could never recover from hitting rock bottom. He messed with something he shouldn't have and paid the price for it.

At least Sithe has the guts to admit her guilt, but Enoch's a tough one to crack. But hey we absolved Harebrayne of a guilty verdict...! Probably... Most likely... there's a catch, isn't there?

Van Zieks is on his Edgeworth arc! I'm sure he's just as curious as we are to what's really going on behind the curtains of this cursed play. Aaaaaaaaand it looks like Sithe is the one that actually killed Asman, she fucked up big time. Rain Code chapter 1 prepared me for the bloodstain direction question!

Damn, no breakdown even when she confessed? Is there even more to this?! Enoch pulled the exact same treatment to Harebrayne that Asman did to Enoch; oh to become what you sought to destroy...

Awww Van Zieks consoling his buddy! Genuinely made me smile warmly, that's such a sweet thing for him to say. Ayyy an indirect compliment to the defense, I'll take it! Aw man Van Zieks doesn't want Harebrayne to die to the Reaper's curse and he's not risking him staying any longer.

Van Zieks wants a word with Ryunosuke? Alright, let's hear ya out! OH IS HE GONNA TALK ABOUT THE JAPANESE PERSON THAT WRONGED HIM THAT HE MENTIONED BEFORE? Finally! 'THE PROFESSOR' IS NOT SOMETHING I THOUGHT WE WOULD START THIS LORE DUMP OFF WITH AND I'M SCARED. PLAIN SIGHT? I DON'T LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING! I'D LIKE TO GET OFF THIS TRAIN PLEASE!

OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT

SUSATO RECOGNIZES HIM?!

KAZUMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

YEAH FUCK UP THAT MODEL KAZUMA SCREW YOUR HORRID DAD AFTER YOU HAD TO LIVE WITH THAT AGONY FOR SO SO LONG! TAKE HIM DOWN WITH YOUR SWORD, EMPOWERED BY THE COMPANY IT KEPT WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND! FIGHT BACK AGAINST THE SURGE OF AWFUL MEMORIES THAT CRASHED AGAINST YOUR SKULL LIKE THE WRATHFUL WAVES OF A HEARTLESS TSUNAMI! FLOW WITH THE TIDE OF ANGER TO PROVE THAT YOU'RE IN CONTROL OF YOUR OVERWHELMING FEELINGS! YOU ARE NOT YOUR FATHER!

There are tears in my eyes right now. Welcome back, Kazuma. I missed you dearly. My mental state right now:

(To Whom It May Concern - @raymondshields)

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joonslfttiddie · 2 years ago

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The Underclassman

💜Fic Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

💜AU/Genre: College AU | Smut | Potential Relationship

💜Warnings: Smut, femdom, male sub, climax denial, unprotected sex, ejaculation, virgin's first time

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 4781

Senior year of undergrad has had its challenges but you know it's downhill from here. Having gotten a jump on your assignments, you're pretty much skating through until graduation. Your only obligations are your teaching assistant tasks for Dr. Yun's psychology class, your job at the bookstore, and a few organizations on campus.

While things have been chill regarding course work, this year has also shown you who has your best interest at heart and who is just a waste of space in your life. Depending on how you look at things, fortunately or unfortunately, that meant that your ex-boyfriend was one of the people to exit your world. The two of you had been together since freshman year, and it has not been easy adjusting to the single life.

You haven't been on a date since, and just looking at other men still feels wrong. Your ex was always the jealous, controlling type who made it hard to breathe, as you walked on eggshells around him, which made you feel powerless.

"Honestly, I never liked your ex. It felt like all of your time was owed to him... like he owned you. You deserve so much better than him."

Your friend, René, opens up to you during a night of chilling at your apartment, sitting in a circle, cross legged in the middle of your living room floor. Your other friends, Michelle and Ticole, just shake their heads in agreement before taking a sip of their beers.

"I know, I know. You're right. I can see now how devoted I was to him. I was willing to give him everything I had. Of course, we now know he was giving his time, amongst other things, to someone else...but it's whatever."

Michelle chimes in, "It is whatever. This is our senior year. I just want you to take your time to find yourself again. Get out! Date! Enjoy your hoe phase. Plus, my boyfriend's mentee asks me about you every time I see him. That boy is in love."

"Girl, who? Seokjin?! I catch him eyeing me every other day in Dr. Yun's class but he has yet to say anything to me sooooo....."

"Don't do him like that...He is so sweet but so shy. He's one of those guys that's hot but doesn't know he's hot."

You all erupt into laughter and as the excitement subsides you agree.

"You're right, he is so cute but I never really looked at him like that. He has been such a sweetheart every time I've interacted with him but I dunno if he's my type, you know? Hell, he still refers to me as 'ma'am', like, I literally only have a couple of years on him, if that."

"He mentioned to Chance that he was not the best looking guy in high school. He was bullied because he was so skinny, had bad acne, braces, and glasses.. the usual "nerd" package. I, legit, don't think he realizes that puberty has come and gone. I wonder if he just doesn't have the confidence to approach you."

"Hmm... that would make sense. I hate that he went through all that. He seems so sweet despite being mistreated. I'll think about it, ok? But as far as 'enjoying my hoe phase' goes, guys fuck around all the time and no one bats an eye. I hate the double standard. I'm going to have the time of my life for the rest of the year. I deserve it, plus I've been horny as fuck, lately."

"Girl, go for it! I support this. Live your best life, friend. You've missed out on a lot being tied down like a married woman. Go get you some. And you never know, having that underclassman screaming 'yes, ma'am' may be just what you need!" Ticole says, co-signing with Michelle.

You all erupt into a fit of laughter at that and you take notice of the way your body feels from just imagining it. As heat burns up your spine and your pussy tingles, you swallow spit as you're basically salivating with excitement. Knowing what will make for some good material when you're alone later, you reply with a nervous chuckle, "Maybe, huh?"

Your girls were right! You're going to start putting yourself out there and try to be more open minded. After a restful night and having used mental images of Seokjin to gain a little post nut clarity, you begin to think that you may even explore people outside of your typical type. Internalizing all the encouragement your girls provided last night, you walk to Dr. Yun's class feeling like the baddest bitch on campus.

After taking attendance, you make a mental note that Seokjin isn't here yet. He never misses class but you shrug it off for the moment to continue your duties. You remind the students of upcoming assignments, schedule a few tutoring sessions, and answer any questions to the best of your knowledge until the professor arrives moments later. He hands you a stack of handouts and asks you to make copies since he hadn't gotten a chance to while the class takes a quiz. You grab your phone from the desk and slide it in the pocket of your cardigan before swiftly proceeding down the hall to the printer.

You turn the corner, finding yourself colliding with a student who is frantically rushing to class, landing you on your ass surrounded by the papers you were carrying, you quickly adjust your clothes as your skirt has flipped up, putting your lace undies on full display.

"Fuck! I'm so sorry! Are you okay? I woke up late and can't be late for class. I have a quiz today."

You recognize that voice immediately and look up to see Seokjin. He quickly tries to collect the paperwork as he chatters, taking a moment to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

'He couldn't have seen that, right?'

"Hey! No worries, Seokjin, I can get this. Go ahead... they're just about to begin."

After hearing his name cross your lips, he finally looks up to see your face. With a gasp, you notice his ears flush red before he responds.

"Miss y/n! I'm so sorry! Are you sure you're okay?" He pulls you up to your feet with one hand, allowing you to further adjust your clothing before handing you the papers he'd collected.

"Yes, I'm fine. Hurry up and go. Good luck!"

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you, thank you. I'm so sorry."

Seokjin smiles nervously before he rushes past you towards the classroom.

You make the copies and begin heading back to class, unable to stop replaying the incident with Seokjin. Has he always been so cute? So tall? Shoulders that broad? Biting your bottom lip, you recall the way his hair hung just above his eyes and his full pink lips slightly parted when he gasped from the shock of your accident. He looked so nerdy behind those glasses, but his brown eyes were breathtaking.

'Why am I just seeing him now... like really SEEING him?!'

You're thinking about all of this as you make the copies, sure that you hadn't noticed Seokjin's beauty for being so committed to you ex. You were blind for so long but now your eyes are wide open.

Back in the classroom, you quietly place the stack of papers on the desk, glancing up to see the student's working busily. Once you take your designated spot next to Dr. Yun's desk, you cross your legs and begin looking through the rows of seats until you spot him. Hunching over his desk and bouncing his foot restlessly, the poor guy looks so anxious. The sight leaves him looking so small and helpless, though he is definitely a deliciously full grown adult.

You glance away for a second but can't help the smirk that creeps across your face when you catch him suddenly still, sitting erect in his seat as his eyes trace your up legs all the way up to your thighs peeking from under your skirt. After making sure everyone else was focused on their work, you put your leg down and part your knees, now purposely exposing yourself to him. He licks his lips, then his eyes meet yours. Snapping your legs shut, you look down, covering your smile as you snicker to yourself. His nervous behavior commences as his gaze quickly snaps back down to his quiz, but not before you notice his face and ears turn a pretty shade of pink. What is this new feeling? You are not certain but you are 100% sure that you love it. You want more.

A couple of days have passed since literally running into Seokjin when you find yourself at work refolding the campus tees on one of the display tables, you glance at your watch to see it's almost time for you to clock out. It's been beautiful weather all day, despite what the weather channel said, but you can see the sky getting darker and you can hear thunder in the distance.

"It looks like the rain has finally made it," you warn your coworker. "Get home safely!"

Thankfully you check the weather every morning before leaving your campus apartment and was wise enough to bring your umbrella.

You grab your things from your locker in the employee lounge after clocking out. Once outside, you make it halfway across the yard to the fountain in the middle of the quad before you feel the first few sprinkles of rainfall. You stop to arm yourself with your umbrella before continuing your trek across campus as the bottom falls out of the sky. It is pouring now as you cross the street nearing your place, and you notice a familiar figure walking ahead of you.

He's soaking! He doesn't have an umbrella or even a jacket to keep him warm. You can tell that he's cold by the way he burrows into himself. The ripples of his back muscles are accentuated through his wet, white tee shirt as he hugs himself.

"SEOKJIN!"

He stops and turns towards you after hearing his name.

"Miss y/n? What are you doing out in this storm?"

You hold up the umbrella to cover you both.

"I'm just leaving work and on my way home. What are you doing out? And why don't you have a jacket on or an umbrella?"

He smiles shyly.

"Ummm...I didn't know it was going to rain today so I'm unprepared. I was going to the cafe to grab a bite before studying but it started to storm so I turned back."

"You poor thing. Why don't you come up to my place until the rain stops? I haven't eaten yet, either, so I can whip something up for us to eat."

"Uhhh...are you sure? I wouldn't want to intrude. Plus, I only live a ways down from here."

Linking your arm in his, you continue to shield you both from getting wet while pulling him alongside you.

"It's no intrusion, I promise. Since it's Friday, my roommate has gone to her boyfriend's place, so I could use the company."

You smile at each other as he takes the umbrella to hold above you and continue to chat as you make your way up the stairs leading to your door. When you step inside, you ask that he stay at the door where there's tile as he's still dripping wet.

"Just stay there for a second. You're soaked. I know there's a towel in here somewhere."

After a moment of searching through the hamper of fresh laundry you hadn't gotten a chance to put away before work, you finally find a towel and hand it to him after he's secured the umbrella strap and placed it in the corner.

"Thanks, Miss y/n. I really appreciate your kindness."

"Of course! We've known each other for years now. You're not exactly a stranger at this point, so it's no problem at all. While you're drying your hair, I'll go see if my roommate's boyfriend may have left some clothes here. You guys are about the same size. Go ahead and get out of those clothes before you catch a cold."

This wouldn't be the first time you've seen a man undress so you're not thinking much about what you just said and rush off to your roommates bedroom to find a large tee shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. You stay frozen for a second as the situation suddenly catches up to you. You and Seokjin are alone in your apartment and he's undressing in the other room. Ticole's words echo in your mind. 'Get you some!' Michelle's voice lingers closely behind. 'Enjoy your hoe phase!'

'Am I really thinking about this now?! Does he even think of me in THAT way? He seems so innocent, I don't want to be a bad influence or take advantage of him.

You continue to stand there, contemplating your next move. Sure, he is extra dorky at first glance, but when you really look at him, you see now that he is fine as fuck. He, also, doesn't talk to a lot of people so you know he's not sleeping around and he will be discreet about what happens. This could be a good thing, if he's willing, of course. You take a deep breath before you leave the room, only to walk out and see Seokjin wearing nothing but his jeans and sneakers. You gasp at the sight, hoping he didn't hear you. Sure, you knew he would be undressing but you didn't expect that body to be under those clothes. God definitely took his time sculpting him to perfection.

When he looks up to see you've returned, he shyly covers himself with the wet shirt and towel leaving his free hand grasping his spectacles across his chest. There's that feeling again...the one you experienced during class the other day. You clear your throat and walk over to him to give him the clothes, trying your best not to stare.

"M-miss y/n. I-"

"Oh... sorry! I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable. Here are the clothes. I can step out for a second."

Reluctantly, he drops the shirt and towel to the floor by his side but his other hand holding on to his glasses remains across his chest as he reaches for the outfit.

Just above a whisper, he asks, "I've been meaning to talk to you. Are you ok? You know from the other day? I was hoping you weren't hurt and I wanted to apologize again. And no, I'm not uncomfortable, you know? I just...I."

"No, I'm completely fine, I promise. And it's no problem at all. I'll step out to give you some privacy."

"Miss y/n."

"Hmm?" You pause to look up to him, awaiting his response.

"You don't have to leave. I don't want you to leave, I just..."

The look on his face teeters on the cusp of pain and embarrassment.

"What's up? You look like there's something else you want to tell me."

"Miss y/n."

"Stop calling me that, though. I'm only a couple years older than you."

"Y-y/n?" He pauses for a moment to see if he's overstepped. When you continue to look into his chocolate colored pupils, he continues speaking. "I've never done this before."

"Done what?"

He leans over to place the clothes on the end table putting his glasses on top. He stands back to face you, taking your wrist in his hand. His eyes bounce from your eyes to your lips, then back. You can see he's nervous as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

"What do you want to do, Sweet Boy? Do you want to kiss me?"

The nickname and the question causes his eyes to widen, the reddish hue of his ears and cheeks deepen.

"Y-yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, ma'am. I want to kiss you so bad."

"Good boy. Go ahead, kiss me."

He hesitates, standing straight and still, your small wrist still gripped in his hand. He's looking into your eyes as if searching to see if you're serious. After what feels like forever, he tilts his head to the side and leans in, only to pull back. Shifting his head in the opposite direction, he leans in again only to pull away. He continues this for a moment, unsure of how to approach you. This would usually be a huge turn off for you but with him it's different. His uncertainty and timidness seems to just stir you on.

"Kiss me."

Your sudden command startles him slightly and he quickly leans in, placing his mouth against yours, bumping your lip with his teeth. He pulls back quickly as if he were burned. Patiently, you take his hands, placing one on the small of your back and the other at your nape. Taking a step forward, your body now flush to his, you can hear his breath shuttering. His very prominent bulge presses against your stomach as you place one hand on his exposed chest and snake your arm around his neck.

"Don't rush. I'm not going anywhere. Take your time and try again."

Slowly this time, he moves in to softly press his lips to yours before he pulls away, the smooch audible. You gently pull him back, slowly beginning to move your mouth against his, licking and sucking at his lips. When your tongue brushes against his, he whimpers aloud, grasping your shirt into his fist. Pulling back, you look up to check in on him. The dorky Seokjin is barely visible under the haze of lust now surrounding him. He bends down, taking your lips again. Mimicking your actions from before, he licks and sucks at your bottom lip before grazing your tongue with his own. Slightly taken aback by the feeling, you pull back to regain control of this situation. When he releases you, you step back and can feel the coldness of your shirt against your skin, now wet from being pressed against him.

"That was so good, Baby. You did good. Would you like to take the rest of those wet clothes off?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You smile at how quickly he's catching on. Still standing at the entrance of your place, Seokjin begins to toe off his shoes which squish with every movement. Sliding them to the side with his foot, he begins to unbutton his jeans, hands noticeably trembling. You're unsure if he's still cold or if he's nervous so you decide to check in again.

"Are you ok? Do you want to stop?"

"Yes, ma'am. No, ma'am... I'm ok. I don't want to stop, I'm just c-cold."

"Take those off and follow me...let's get you warmed up."

Removing your now moist shirt, you begin walking down the hallway to your bedroom. Seokjin watches as your hips sashay and your ass jiggles with every step you take. He continues to peel the wet jeans from his body. Now, wearing only his boxer briefs, he follows the route he just watched you take. Inside of your bedroom, he finds you already in bed, clothes tossed haphazardly on the floor. He bashfully makes his way to the edge of the bed, awaiting further instruction.

"Aren't those wet, too? Don't you think you should take them off?"

"Are you sure you're ok with this? With me?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Why wouldn't I be? Take them off, Sweet Boy, and come here."

When he pulls them down, you have to hide the shock that overcomes you. His dick looks so thick and heavy. Your heart begins to race in anticipation. Once he's completely naked, you pull the covers back as an invitation for him to climb in. He seems reluctant, trying and failing to cover his manhood behind his hands.

"Seokjin, baby...we don't have to do anything you aren't ready for. I won't be upset and I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do."

"NO! It's not that. I want this, I want this with you. But, like I mentioned, I've never done this before...I'm a virgin. Shit, you just gave me my first kiss. I'm sorry...I should have told you sooner. I'll just leave. I don't want to embarrass myself and waste your time."

"Awww, Baby. It's ok! I don't care that you're a virgin. I want you to stay but only if you want to stay."

"Yes, ma'am, I do."

"I promise to be patient. I'm not here to judge you. I won't rush you so just take your time. Would you like for me to teach you?"

He nods his head in agreement.

"Have you ever heard of a 'safeword'?"

"Is it a word we would use to indicate that we are uncomfortable with something?"

"That's exactly what it is. If either of us say or do anything that the other doesn't like, we'll use that word. The other has to stop immediately."

"Ok...what should it be? Could we use Adler?"

You laugh out loud at his cuteness. "Ok... that's fine with me, but why did you choose that?"

"I don't know. His theory was the last thing I looked at when I was studying for Professor Yun's test earlier. It's the first thing that popped into my head," he laughs bashfully while still trying to cover his manhood.

"Adler it is. You can lay with me whenever you feel ready."

With that reassurance, he places his trust in you, removes his hands, and climbs into the sheets. Covering your bodies under the plush blanket, you pull him closer to share your body heat. Resting your head on one hand, you caress his smooth skin with the other. His body continues to tremble but not from the cold this time. Your touch is sending electricity through his core leaving his skin slightly clammy and his breathing shallow and quick.

"I've seen the way you stare at me in class. Do you like me, baby?"

His expression looks as if he'd been caught red handed.

"Y-yes, ma'am. Yes, I do."

"Have you thought about being close with me like this? In bed with me? Touching my naked body?"

His breath hitches in his throat before he answers the same as before.

"Y-y...Yes, ma'am."

"Do you ever touch yourself when you think of me? Does the thought of me make you cum, baby?"

You're practically whispering at this point, inches from his ear. Your hand travels down his abs then along his thigh, skipping the tented area where he needs and wants your touch the most. His erection jerks from the excitement, his body spasms, and his shallow breaths now deepen as he whimpers and moans under your touch. You know he's fighting for his life at this moment but you decide to press him for an answer.

"Did you hear my question? Answer me, Seokjin."

Still inaudible minus his tiny whimpers, he nods his head frantically in agreement.

"I can't hear you. Are you not going to answer me? Do you know what happens to bad boys who don't follow directions? They get punished."

He squeezes his eyes shut tightly in anticipation of what you'll do next. As he clenches his teeth, you can see the muscles along his jawline flex.

"Bad boy," you say softly, pulling the blanket off of him to reveal his hardness. His dick is so firm making his skin look extra smooth but painfully red. The precum leaking from his slit indicates he's enjoying this torture. "Show me. Show me how you jerk yourself off when you're in your room thinking about me."

You sit up briefly to grab the almond oil you'd left on your nightstand this morning after moisturizing your legs. Opening the cap, you pour a bit on the head of his dick and watch as it drizzles down his shaft along the contours of his veins.

"Show me, bad boy. Let me see."

His hand tremors as he brings it up to fist himself. Using his thumb, he distributes the oil and precum over his tip before slowly gliding down his rod. He grunts and gasps as his abs contract, lifting his head from the pillow slightly. He moves his fist back up to the top, barely touching himself.

"Look at me, Seokjin."

He opens his eyes, though they are hooded and lazy. Your heart flutters at the sight. He holds eye contact and his plush lips part as his pants, ready to receive his punishment.

"Squeeze tighter. Imagine my tight pussy slowly sliding down your dick. I'm so wet and juicy."

Following your instruction, he applies more pressure. Still looking into your eyes, his brows furrow as if begging for more. He begins to pick up speed as he's almost there.

"Slowly. Rub your thumb over the tip."

And he does, slowly smearing more precum over the head of his penis. You can tell that he's close to the edge. You allow him to stroke himself a few more times before you grab his wrist, stopping him.

"I want you inside of me. I want you begging me to let you cum."

You grab your phone before moving back towards him. Straddling his hips as he looks at you with a dumbfounded expression. You lift up onto your knees and guide him into you.

"Oh, oh, oh, y/n! Oh! OH!"

He is a mess as you slowly lower your soaking wet pussy to sit flush onto his lap.

"What a nice seat. I think I'll sit here for a while. Don't move."

You unlock your device and start to scroll through your Instagram feed as you're perched motionless with his dick buried deep inside of you. He feels so good and it's a challenge for you to remain still, sitting in this dominant role. You look up to see him looking up to you. The slight chuckle that leaves your lips causes your walls to tighten briefly around him. His whimpers cause you clench even more. He hisses and grabs your hips, sinking his nails into your skin. Simultaneously, he pulls you down as he grinds up to burrow deeper into you. You swallow your moan, unwilling to relinquish your newfound power. You lean forward to firmly grab his chin, bringing his eyes up to yours.

"I said...Be. Still," you whisper. You leave him heaving as you continue to scroll on your phone, putting on as if you're not ready to ride him off the cliff of ecstasy. His little pleas making it harder to act.

"Hmmm...Pleeeease! I c-can't. Y-y/n, please. I can't... can't hold it anymore."

"You can't hold it? Do you need to use the word, baby."

His brows are winkling tighter, sweat pecking at his forehead and chest. You adjust yourself, purposely lifting your body only to follow the trail of moisture you've left smeared on his dick to sit back down.

"N-no... I can't. I can't hold it, y/n! A-ADLER!"

"Go ahead, baby. Let it go."

With your permission, he grips you tighter and pounds into you. Seokjin bares and grinds his teeth, his grunts becoming louder with every stroke. He controls himself for as long as he can, lasting for approximately ten seconds before he explodes, painting your walls with his cum. He feels so amazing, you to want to continue to move. His whining grows louder as his sensitivity increases. Stopping for a moment to allow him to catch his breath, you push the hairs stuck to his forehead away and caress his cheek.

"Are you ok, babe?" Your voice sounds so loving, laced with tenderness.

Seokjin opens his eyes to look at you before he replies, "Yes, ma'am. I'm ok...more than ok. That was better than any of my daydreams, better than I could have ever imagined. You feel so good, so warm, so wet. You look so beautiful sitting on me like this. Thank you so much for this experience."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. You're doing so well."

"But you are too sexy, I couldn't restrain myself. The nickname you called me... the way you spoke to me... your dominance. Whew! But, I came way too fast, I'm so sorry. I wasn't able to pleasure you."

Looking at him, you can see that he's oozing with confidence. Confidence you're sure he's unaware that he carries. You both continue conversing as he softly traces tiny circles on your calves with his fingertips.

"Stop that...you're being too hard on yourself. You did great and this was your first time! You'll get better the more you do it. And you feel amazing, by the way. You just have to learn what to do and gain more experience."

"Ummm... could you help me with that, y/n?"

"Of course, Sweet Boy, I would love to help you with that."

He blushes and chuckles a little with a voice that sounds deeper than you remember. "Really?! Thank you so much, y/n. I never would have imagined I'd be able to be here with you, like this. I'm, literally, the luckiest man alive. Also... I am still inside of you but the way you're looking at me, well, I'm getting hard again. What should I do?"

You can't contain your laugher at his innocence.

"Well, baby, you just came. Now it's my turn."

"Yes ma'am... just tell me what I need to do and I'll do it. Anything you want. I want to learn how to please you."

#ambw #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #bts #bts smut #kim seokjin #bangtanwhq #joonslfttiddie #bts jin #bts seokjin #college #undergrad #university #jin sub #non idol au #smut #kim seokjin smut

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A Lady & Her Hounds

Chapter 8

The Hound x Fem!Reader (Jon Arryn's daughter; Sabrina)

This chapter contains: Fluff | Angst

Word Count: 1449

You made your way back to camp. No one was there. The fire had gone out but the logs were still hot. ‘Where did they go’ you remembered you still had that cloth Sandor gave you. When he cleaned blood from your face. You knew why you kept it, but you didn’t want to think about it. You gave the cloth to Desert and Rain to smell, they were the best trackers.

“Find.” You commanded. They immediately started following the smell. You followed them they kept going downhill. For some reason that gave you a bad feeling. Suddenly you spotted something, your dogs ran for it. Barking and looking back at you. It was The Hound, bloody, hurt and left to die by the rocks.

You ran to him. As you got closer you saw how bad it was.

“Gods! What happened to you?! Where’s Arya?!” You were desperate. All the little safety and stability that you had before was gone.

“Someone tried to take her...” His breathing was hard.

“She left me to die. Now you can finish the job with that dagger of yours.” You looked at his wounds, his leg was so bad the bone was sticking out, his chest had many cuts. You were watching him die.

“Don’t die Clegane.” You wiped the blood off his face with the cloth you kept.

“Wake up girl! You think your little ointment is going to save me now?!” He coughed as the effort to yell was too much.

“Forest, River! Get help!” You ordered your dogs. They were trained to seek for individuals and bring them over to you for assistance.

“It’s too late for help.” He grabbed your dagger from your waist holder and handed to you.

“Do it. Do it!” You only stared at him. You couldn’t.

You placed your hand on his chest trying to feel where his heart is. He put his hand on top of yours and held it tightly so you could feel his heartbeat. You remembered how only some months earlier you were lying on his chest listening to the same heart.

You leaned down. Putting your lips on his. You regretted not doing it earlier. Leaned back and looked him in the eyes. He didn’t have any hate in his eyes anymore. Just acceptance a hint of regret.

“Goodbye, Sandor Clegane.” You whispered to him. You took the dagger from him. Holding it tightly. Your hand was shaking so you had to hold it with both hands. As you raised the dagger you heard barking towards you.

"They found help." You whispered. As you looked back you saw your dogs bringing you a grey-haired man.

"Over here!" You stood up and waved. The man came closer. He looked at Clegane and back to you.

"I think he's already gone dear." You looked back at the bloody man on the floor. He didn't seem to be breathing. Your dogs started sniffing him, almost as if trying to find the leftover life on him. Luckily you heard a cough.

"Gods! He's still with us! Come on dear help me take him to my cart." You nodded and took some of the strings of his armor. Took the strings through under and out of his armor making it easier to drag him. The dogs helped pull him into the man's cart.

"My name's Ray, I'm the Elder Brother of a free community not far from here. You are welcome to join us." The man seemed kind. You had no option but to trust him at this point, though having four big and well trained dogs already gave you a good sense of security.

His group was hard working, it was a free society that worked together in the name of the seven gods. To be honest you couldn’t care less about any god. But Ray gave you shelter and food. He provided you with a private tent to take care of your friend.

In the morning you used to tend to Sandor’s wounds. You got a wet cloth and placed over his forehead to keep his body temperature controlled. You worried mostly about his leg. You kept pressure on it and the bone seemed to be going back to place. He stayed unconscious for days. You thought maybe he wouldn’t wake up anymore. That he would live forever on that bed.

In the afternoons you went out to gather some herbs and roots with your dogs. You enjoyed your days out. Bathing in the river, making natural medicines and hunting with your dogs before sunset. It was like you were leaving a dream. There was just one thing missing. One person specifically.

At night you used to sit by his bed holding his hand and talking to him. Sometimes reading a book, or just caressing his face and saying he will get better.

One day after coming back from hunting with your dogs, Ray called you.

“He’s awake!” You thought he was joking, but you ran inside. And there he was. Complaining about the soup the women had made for the supper.

“Take this shit soup out of here!” His voice made you smile.

“Of course that’s the first thing you would say after being unconscious for days.” You smiled.

“Maybe if she soup wasn’t so bad I would’ve been better sooner.” He looked at you seriously and then smiled lightly.

He was surprised by your dogs jumping next to him to smell him now a hundred percent alive.

“Down!” You said and the dogs immediately stopped and settled.

“Ah so you got your dogs.” He tried to sit up.

“They saved your life you know.” You brought a stool to sit next to him.

“I remember when they found me.” He said quietly.

“What else do you remember?” You asked a bit embarrassed that you kissed him.

“I remember you wiped some blood off my face… I remember you thought you could save me with your little ointment.” The sarcastic tone of The Hound was back.

“I remember I had to you where my heart was. Even if you already knew it.” He got more quiet and serious.

“I remember…” He started to doubt if you actually kissed him of if it was just an illusion of his dying mind.

“That’s all I remember.” He finished.

“Then your mind has been out for a while now.” You were surprised that he didn’t remember the kiss. Maybe he just didn’t care about it.

“Why did you help me?” He asked before you could leave the tent.

“What do you mean?”

“Why didn’t you just let me die?”

“I had already lost my family, my friends, my dogs, my house!” You got a bit carried away with your anger. You calmed down and continued quietly. “I didn’t want to lose you too.” He looked at you. He just nodded. You left the tent. Needing some air. You knew he was going to be walking well soon. The last couple of weeks were great. You didn’t have to make any hard decisions. Now with him awake, you would need to figure out if he leaves what you’re going to do.

You went outside to get some fresh air and clear your head. When you got back you automatically went to his bed as you forgot that now he was awake.

"Sorry, I'm used to cleaning your wounds for the night..." He nodded, consenting to it. You grabbed a stool to sit beside his bed and started undoing the tourniquet on his thigh. You used a clean cloth to wipe the area, he tried to hold in a few grunts from the pain he felt.

"Your bone seems to be back in the right place, you will need to not put weight on this leg for a couple more weeks." You explained as you moved to clean up the stitches and scars on his torso. You pulled up his shirt revealing his strong chest and abdomen partially covered in hair. You avoided his gaze as you tried not to blush. It was definitely easier to do this when he was unconscious.

"You learned this from those books?" He quietly asked.

"Well, yes and no. I did read about how to treat and take care of wounds and diseases, just not on humans." You smiled shyly as you leaned over his chest to finish cleaning the dry blood off his wounds.

"Good thing my patient is The Hound." You said smiling avoiding his gaze once more. He let out a small chuckle. He couldn't deny his feelings for you anymore after seeing you take care of him. He just didn't know how to act on them.

#sandor clegane #sandor the hound clegane #the hound #sandor x reader #game of thrones #got

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Gotta say you’re super talented and creative BUT I’m gonna be rude for a sec. It feels like you’re always in drama mode, calling someone out every couple of days on this app. I'm not saying you’re spreading hate (thankfully you don’t @) but some of these fights just aren’t worth it. It’s making SL fandom feel toxic. Everything’s getting controlled and pointed out. If someone else likes jellyfish, that’s cool. If someone’s using AI, that’s fine too. AI detectors aren’t even reliable. Let’s not see the bad in everything let’s give people the benefit of the doubt. The person who plagiarized your work on Wattpad That’s a legit reason to be upset, but the rest is just getting problematic. I don’t wanna make you feel bad, but just a reminder there are real ppl behind the accounts. It can be intimidating to face a big account like yours, even if you don’t tag anyone bc everyone knows who it is.

False, I’m not in drama mode all the time:DD, it’s just that i wanna call out things as of late. Idk what happened with march that everything is going downhill.

Clearly you dont understand my point, what i meant by my previous post is that “Dont suddenly take interest in my hyperfixations just because you know me. I’m uncomfortable with it.” I didn’t say “Don’t like jellyfish.” What i meant is “Don’t take interest in mine out of nowhere.”

And using ai is fine? Are you hearing yourself right now? So you mean to say that readers deserve to be lied to thinking they are reading someone’s genuine words and thoughts and pass it off as theirs when they used ai to make their fics? Huhhhh?? Idm ai, but the readers deserve to be respected in a way that they should be told that what they are reading has ai assistance. Ai detectors arent always reliable, fine, but a fic scoring high in multiple fics is suspicious, isn’t it?

I get that I’m big in everyone’s eyes, but I want to use my platform to spread good instead of bad, If ur worried about me turning into a drama account dw, I wont. I’ll stick to my usual yapping after this.

I called out the ai thing because readers dont deserve to be lied to. SL fandom is growing toxic, yes, because toxic people keep coming into the fandom and making things unreliable. My longtime readers know i never get into dramas, you can check my archive and all you will see are nonsensical brainrots and screaming. I want my blog to be a safespace for all the silly people who just want to enjoy things but I don’t want to turn a blind eye to toxic things that shouldn’t exist.

And I am well aware that there are people behind the accounts. But so are readers, they invest their time and emotions reading fics to make them happy. Dont they deserve respect too? The people behind accounts should be held accountable for their mistakes but I’m not dropping @. I’m not dropping anyone’s name so that they can realize on their own what they are doing is wrong and change their ways. I want them to redeem themselves. I don’t attack anyone just because.

I’m not a problematic person:DD, I have proof of that. I’ve been in this app since 2020 or something and i’ve only done fics and random art posts. But since I have a big account now, I should use my platform well to spread awareness.

Anyway, again, to my readers who are worried I’ve been into this “drama” phase for a while (even tho clearly i dont wanna be in this situation as much as anyone doesn’t) i have to put up disclaimers. I need to set up boundaries. Kyunnie the nonsensical yapper will be back and my acc will once again just purely be adorable daydreams.

#∞ ₒ ˚ ° 📎— kyunnya speaks

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"It's like I can still feel her hands on me…" [dick @ roy; healing from trauma is not linear DX]

It was supposed to be a casual evening, honestly. Both him and Dick had planned a movie night ahead of time with their favorite snacks and everything, and Lian was at the babysitter's place so they had Roy's place all to themselves. Of course there was anticipation building towards tonight; it's not like the two of them had all the time in the world on their hands, and when their schedules finally did align, Roy always wanted things to be special even if it was supposed to be just a chill evening with his beloved.

Hearing those words pivoted everything to a whole new direction. Roy paused in the middle of his popcorn crunching to look at Dick, and the way his eyes reflected a mindset that was a thousand miles apart, sinking deeper into thoughts that he doubted he wanted to divulge. He grabbed the remote and muted the volume, placing the popcorn bowl aside and turned to face Dick.

"Hey, Dick. Look at me." He insisted gently, green eyes watching those lost blues. He didn't know what suddenly brought this on, but it didn't really matter. He was present with him in the moment, more than ready to be of assistance in any way Dick would ask him to. He was hesitant to touch him, of course; it might just cause that experience to spiral downhill even further.

"She's not here, and she will never be again. You are in full control of your body. I want you to repeat this with me, okay? And breath. Like we practiced, yeah?" He offered both his hands out to him just in case he needed to touch something, have someone to ground him, feel the texture of something physical and real and not the sights and smells that these horrendous memories evoked.

"We're here in my house, and I'm here sitting next to you, you're not alone. You're not there anymore. I will never let you be there anymore, ever."

#redbullseye #dramatisperscnae #//ic #//(trauma is a vicious circle 😔)#//(poor bb)

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Miranda Priestly, the formidable editor-in-chief of Runway, woke up feeling terrible. Her entire body ached, her throat was on fire, and her head was pounding. She knew instantly what it was – she had the flu.

But today was a special day. It was her first year anniversary with Andrea Sachs, her brilliant assistant turned girlfriend. They had planned a romantic evening together, and Miranda could not bear the thought of ruining it with her illness. She had to hide it from Andrea at all costs.

Miranda dragged herself out of bed and stumbled to her closet, determined to look her best for the occasion. She put on a black dress and her signature Chanel jacket, hoping that the outfit would distract Andrea from any signs of sickness.

As she made her way to the office, Miranda prayed that her illness would not impede her ability to lead the fashion world. But when she arrived, everything went downhill.

"Good morning, Miranda! Happy anniversary!" Andrea said, beaming with joy.

Miranda tried to hide her discomfort, but her voice betrayed her. "Good morning, Andrea. Thank you."

"Are you okay? You sound different," Andrea noticed.

"I'm perfectly fine, Andrea," Miranda said, clearing her throat. "Just a bit of dryness in the throat."

Andrea looked skeptical but decided not to dwell on it. "So, for tonight, I made reservations at that new Italian restaurant you love. And I also have a little surprise for you," Andrea said, handing Miranda a small box wrapped in a ribbon.

Miranda managed a smile, genuinely touched by Andrea's thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Andrea. I look forward to it."

But as the day went on, Miranda's flu symptoms worsened. She had to cancel a meeting because of a fever, and she was barely able to keep her eyes open during another. Andrea had noticed something was off.

"Miranda, I know something's not right. You can tell me," Andrea said, putting a hand on Miranda's forehead. "Oh, you're burning up! We need to get you home and into bed."

"I can't be sick, Andrea," Miranda said, feeling defeated. "Not tonight."

Andrea took control. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you. I'll make some soup and we'll watch your favorite movie on Netflix."

Miranda couldn't believe it. Andrea was taking care of her, just like she always did. "Thank you, Andrea," Miranda said, feeling grateful for the first time in a long time.

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As they settled in front of the TV, Miranda couldn't resist revealing her true feelings. "You know, Andrea, one year ago, I never would have believed that I could be this happy."

Andrea smiled, taking Miranda's hand. "I know, Miranda. But you deserve all the happiness in the world. And I'll always be here for you."

Miranda felt a tear roll down her cheek. She had always been the one with the upper hand in their relationship, but now she realized how much Andrea meant to her.

"Thank you, Andrea," Miranda said, closing her eyes. "Thank you for everything."

Andrea leaned in to kiss Miranda's forehead. "Happy anniversary, Miranda. I love you."

Miranda smiled, drifting off to sleep. "I love you too, Andrea."

archiveofourown.org/works/47282962"

#my first story #mirandy #sickfic #cross posted on ao3 #miranda priestly #andrea sachs

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Conquering the Slopes: The Art and Adventure of Skiing

Skiing is more than just a winter sport—it’s a thrilling blend of skill, balance, and a deep connection with nature. Whether you’re carving fresh powder down a steep mountain face or gliding through tree-lined trails, skiing offers a sense of freedom unlike any other. With each turn and drop, skiers embrace adventure while mastering technique, making the sport both physically demanding and mentally rewarding.

A Blend of Nature and Sport

Skiing transports athletes into some of the world’s most breathtaking landscapes. Snow-covered peaks, alpine forests, and wide-open runs create a backdrop that few sports can match. These natural environments make skiing not just an athletic endeavor but a sensory experience as well. The crunch of skis on fresh snow, the crisp mountain air, and the vast white vistas make every descent memorable.

Many skiers cite the peace of early morning runs or the thrill of a challenging black diamond trail as what draws them back to the slopes. The ability to move smoothly over snow, guided only by gravity and momentum, brings a kind of joy that connects the mind and body to the outdoors.

Mastering the Basics: Balance and Control

At the heart of skiing lies control. A good skier learns to move with the terrain, not against it. Balance is the first fundamental skill—keeping the body centered while navigating varying snow conditions and slopes. From the first time someone clicks into their bindings, they begin to develop a feel for how the skis respond to pressure and angle.

Turning is the next skill to master. Initiating a carve with the edges of the skis, maintaining posture through the turn, and adjusting weight all require coordination and timing. As these movements become second nature, skiers gain confidence and precision. With more experience, skiers can control their speed, direction, and even style—whether it’s cruising leisurely or racing down challenging courses.

The Physical Challenge of Skiing

Skiing is a full-body workout. The legs bear the brunt of the work, absorbing bumps and maintaining stance. Core muscles support posture and help with turning, while arms assist in balance and pole placement. The cold weather might be deceiving, but skiing burns calories quickly, especially when navigating steep terrain or deep snow.

Stamina and strength both play a role. Climbing back up after a fall or navigating long runs at high altitudes demands endurance. For this reason, many skiers train off the slopes, focusing on flexibility, strength, and cardiovascular fitness to enhance their performance and prevent injuries during the season.

Safety and Awareness on the Mountain

With the excitement of skiing comes the need for caution. Understanding the rules of the mountain is essential for safety. Skiers must know how to yield to others, watch for signs, and stay in control to avoid accidents. Helmets, goggles, and layered clothing are standard for protection and comfort.

Avalanche awareness is also essential in backcountry skiing. Understanding snow conditions, carrying proper safety gear such as beacons and shovels, and skiing with a partner are crucial precautions. Ski resorts often post alerts about trail closures or dangerous conditions, and following these notices helps ensure a safe and enjoyable day on the mountain.

Varieties of Skiing for Every Adventurer

Skiing offers a variety of disciplines to suit different interests and skill levels. Alpine skiing is the most common, with downhill runs and ski lifts. It provides a mix of speed, technique, and accessibility. Cross-country skiing, on the other hand, trades the steep slopes for flat or rolling trails, offering a more endurance-based workout and a peaceful connection with nature.

Freestyle skiing combines athleticism with creativity—skiers perform jumps, flips, and tricks on terrain parks and halfpipes. It’s fast, expressive, and often draws younger skiers who enjoy pushing boundaries. Backcountry or off-piste skiing is for the more adventurous, taking skiers beyond groomed trails into untouched snow and remote locations.

Each style offers a different kind of thrill and challenge, and many skiers try multiple types before settling into their favorite. The versatility of skiing makes it a lifelong sport, with something new to explore every season.

The Culture and Camaraderie of the Slopes

One of the most enduring aspects of skiing is the community that surrounds it. Ski lodges, lift lines, and après-ski gatherings all provide spaces for connection. Sharing stories of challenging runs, powder days, or wipeouts builds camaraderie among skiers. There's a sense of mutual respect and joy that comes from facing the mountain together.

Family trips to ski resorts, ski school for kids, and annual meetups with friends turn skiing into more than a sport—it becomes a tradition. Many resorts also celebrate local culture with music, food, and seasonal festivals, creating a festive atmosphere that draws people from all walks of life.

Technological Advances on the Slopes

Over the years, equipment and gear have evolved to make skiing more accessible and safer. Skis are now lighter, stronger, and more responsive, enabling smoother turns and improved control. Ski boots are designed to provide both support and comfort, thereby reducing fatigue and the risk of injury. Clothing technology has also improved with the development of waterproof and breathable fabrics that keep skiers warm without overheating.

Ski resorts now offer real-time trail updates, mobile apps for navigation, and automated lift systems. Snowmaking machines extend the season, while grooming machines ensure trails are ready each morning. These advancements have opened the sport to a broader audience and improved the overall skiing experience.

Skiing as a Lifelong Adventure

Whether you're just beginning or have been skiing for decades, the sport offers endless room for growth. Each slope, each snowfall, and each mountain has something new to offer. As skills improve, new trails become accessible, and even familiar runs feel different with changing weather or snow conditions.

Skiing teaches patience, persistence, and respect for the natural environment. It demands focus and rewards courage. More than anything, it brings a unique blend of excitement and serenity—something rare in today’s fast-paced world. For many, skiing isn’t just a hobby. It’s a lifestyle. It’s the pursuit of adventure wrapped in snow and sunlight, and it calls every winter to those ready to answer.

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The Fortuner features a bold exterior, plush interiors, and safety tech like 7 airbags, vehicle stability control, and downhill assist.

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The Electric MTB Adventure Guide: Your Path to Smarter, Stronger Riding

Imagine standing at the foot of a trail you've never dared to climb before. The sun is rising, the air is crisp, and there's an electric hum of possibility. You're not just here to ride — you're here to redefine what a ride means. And with your electric MTB, you're ready to conquer terrain that once seemed out of reach.

Chapter 1: The Rise of the Electric MTB

You're part of a global wave of riders embracing a new era of mountain biking. The electric mountain bike — or EMTB — has quickly evolved from a niche gadget to a serious tool for adventure, fitness, and freedom. No longer confined to fire roads or light gravel, today's electric MTBs are rugged, responsive, and designed to handle even the gnarliest singletrack.

But more than the technology, it's the philosophy that's changing. This isn’t about shortcuts — it’s about opening doors. The electric MTB doesn’t replace the effort; it amplifies your intent.

Chapter 2: What Makes an Electric MTB Special?

Let’s break it down. A modern electric MTB combines the essential DNA of a traditional mountain bike with integrated electric power systems. Here's what sets it apart:

Mid-drive motors that deliver power efficiently and maintain balance

Battery systems that offer up to 150 km on a single charge

Pedal assist modes that give you control over how much help you get

Trail-tuned geometry that preserves handling and feel

Durable components that can take the abuse of technical trails

When you ride an electric MTB, you’re still pedaling. You’re still steering, shifting, and sweating. The difference? You’re pushing boundaries further than ever before.

Chapter 3: You, the Rider — Who Benefits from an EMTB?

This revolution isn't just for tech nerds or pro athletes. It's for you — whether you’re recovering from an injury, looking to extend your rides, or wanting to explore trails you thought were too advanced. Here’s who’s embracing the electric MTB:

Trail explorers pushing into remote backcountry zones

Fitness riders managing heart rate and performance more precisely

Older riders who want to stay in the game without joint pain

Beginners who need a confidence boost on climbs and descents

Riding an EMTB is about accessibility, not avoidance. It's about enabling your passion without punishing your body.

Chapter 4: The Electric Assist — More Than Just Power

You might think the motor is the star. But really, it's the synergy between assist and rider that makes the experience extraordinary. You choose how much help you want — from a light boost in Eco mode to full-throttle climbs in Turbo.

Smart systems from Bosch, Shimano, Brose, and others are now finely tuned to your cadence, torque, and terrain. That means your bike knows when you need a nudge and when to stay quiet. You ride more naturally — just further, faster, and fresher.

Chapter 5: Trail Access and Regulations

The expansion of electric mountain bikes has stirred conversation in the trail community. Fortunately, access is growing — responsibly. Many parks and trail systems now classify EMTBs as a distinct category from throttle-powered e-bikes, granting them access to traditional bike trails.

Use tools like Trailforks and MTB Project to find EMTB-friendly trails. And remember: ride respectfully, yield appropriately, and be an ambassador for the electric MTB community.

Chapter 6: Terrain Mastery — Where the EMTB Excels

Picture this: steep switchbacks that once drained your legs are now flowy challenges. Loose, rocky ascents? You float over them with poise. With the extra power and torque of an electric MTB, here’s what changes:

Climbing becomes strategic and fun — not just a slog

Downhill feels more rewarding since you arrive less fatigued

Loops and laps become longer, turning a 10km ride into a 30km journey

Your ride doesn’t get easier — it gets more engaging. You still work, but the nature of the work shifts toward finesse, endurance, and decision-making.

Chapter 7: Choosing Your First Electric MTB

Buying an electric MTB is a bit different from buying a standard bike. You’ll want to consider:

Motor type: Bosch Performance CX, Shimano EP8, or Brose S Mag?

Battery range: 500Wh, 625Wh, or dual-battery setups?

Suspension travel: 120mm for XC, 160mm+ for enduro?

Geometry: Slack head angles, longer wheelbase, and stable rear stays

Don’t forget fit. A poorly fitted EMTB won’t feel right no matter how powerful. Test ride different models and talk to local dealers who specialize in e-mountain biking.

Chapter 8: Real Riders, Real Stories

You’re not alone. The community of EMTB riders is growing fast, and their stories reflect your own:

Lena, 42, Weekend Adventurer: “I used to avoid long rides because of my knees. Now with my electric MTB, I’m out every weekend. I feel stronger, not weaker.”

Erik, 29, Trail Techie: “I geeked out on all the motor systems and geometry. But what surprised me most? How natural it feels to ride.”

Sofia, 35, Backcountry Explorer: “The EMTB opened trails I’d never dare ride alone. Now I’m exploring ridge lines, waterfalls, and remote forests like never before.”

Your story is next.

Chapter 9: Daily Routines and Maintenance

Your electric MTB is robust, but it needs attention. Here’s your checklist:

Battery care: Store at 50–80% if unused for weeks; avoid full discharge

Chain and drivetrain: Clean and lubricate frequently — torque adds wear

Brake pads: EMTBs are heavier, so pads wear faster

Suspension tuning: Set sag and rebound for your weight and trail

Don’t forget software updates. Some motor systems offer firmware improvements that enhance range, smoothness, and responsiveness.

Chapter 10: The Sustainability Angle

You're not just riding smart — you’re riding green. Compared to driving or using gas-powered trail bikes, EMTBs offer:

Lower emissions per kilometer

Fewer trips by car to the trailhead

Quiet operation that minimizes wildlife disturbance

Plus, many EMTB brands are now investing in recyclable battery tech and low-impact materials. Your choice reflects a future-forward mindset.

Chapter 11: The Future of EMTBs

Where are we headed? Think:

Integrated displays and GPS for seamless navigation

Wireless shifting and braking

AI-powered assist modes that learn your habits

Lighter, more compact motors

Swappable battery packs for multi-day trips

As the technology improves, the line between rider and machine blurs — not in a dystopian way, but in a way that empowers your spirit of exploration.

Chapter 12: Community, Connection, and the Ride Ahead

Riding an electric MTB is personal — but it’s also communal. Online forums, local clubs, and brand-led events are helping riders connect, share routes, compare builds, and challenge each other.

Join a demo day. Sign up for a group ride. Document your adventures. You’re not just riding; you’re shaping the culture of modern mountain biking.

Final Thoughts: Rewrite Your Ride

So here you are — at the edge of the forest, with your electric MTB humming beneath you. The trail ahead is steep, winding, and wild. But you're not intimidated.

You're equipped. You're empowered. And most of all, you're energized.

The electric MTB isn’t a trend. It’s a movement. It’s a tool for those who believe in riding smarter, going further, and living fully. So go ahead — write your story, one trail at a time.

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