#She's cooking up something so mysterious and intriguing i just KNOW it

[saltycryptid]

"You know, I've been catching myself smiling more lately."

🥺🥺 shadowheart is everything to me tbh,,, 💖💖

[cool-fancier]

A Secret Affair

Synopsis:You can’t get enough of your brother’s Girlfriend ;)

Seoul's buzzing energy served as a backdrop to the complicated web of relationships that linked Y/N, Howl, and Bada. The three had a special closeness that went to the usual brother-sister interaction. Howl, the lively and dynamic older brother, had recently introduced the love of his life, Bada, to the family.

Bada was a force to be reckoned with, a confident and seductive woman who seemed to effortlessly command attention. You couldn't deny the magnetic pull you felt towards Bada, a curiosity that seemed to grow stronger with each glance she sent her way. The more you watched your brother's girlfriend, the more you were captivated with Bada's attractiveness.

When the entire family gathered at Howl's classy flat, it was a typical evening. Laughter filled the air as they told stories and ate a home-cooked lunch. You were sitting across from Bada and couldn't stop staring at the mysterious woman. The more you looked, the more you became drawn to Bada's confidence and irresistible attractiveness.

As the night progressed, Bada's dark eyes met yours from across the room. You were taken aback and quickly averted your sight, feeling a rush of warmth run across your cheeks. You chuckled uneasily, attempting to dismiss the severity of the situation. Little did you know, Bada had noticed the subtle glances and was intrigued by the shy yet alluring energy coming from you.

When Bada leaned in to whisper something into Howl's ear, your mood changed. You couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity mingled with jealousy. What secrets did they share? Before you could think about it, Bada rose up and walked towards you.

"Hey, Y/N!" Bada's voice was like a symphony, sending thrills down your spine. You raised your head, mesmerised by the depth in Bada's dark brown eyes. "Mind if I steal you away for a moment?"

You muttered, caught off guard, "Uh, sure, Bada."

Bada smiled warmly, her lips painted in a colour that matched her confidence. "Great! Let's go upstairs to your room. We should get to know each other better."

You couldn't shake the electric thrill that surged through you as Bada led you upstairs to your room. The air between you two was packed with an unsaid tension, an obvious energy that grew stronger with each stride. Bada's warm and welcome laughter echoed in the corridor as you entered the room, the door softly closing behind you.

"Nice place you've got here," Bada said, a lighthearted glance about the room.

"Thanks," you said, your heart pumping in your chest. The setting seemed unreal, a secret encounter with the potential to change everything.

Bada sat on the bed's edge, her stare never leaving yours. "So, Y/N," she started, her voice a seductive tune that sent thrills up your spine, "tell me more about yourself."

You took a deep breath, attempting to gather your thoughts. "Well, there isn't much to say. "I'm just a regular person navigating the chaos of Seoul life."

Bada leaned back, her elbows supporting her up, a cheeky smirk on her lips. "Regular, you say?" I doubt that."

You squirmed at the mocking sparkle in her eyes, yet you couldn't resist the magnetic pull that drew you closer to her. As you told her about your life, Bada responded by sharing aspects of herself that were as compelling as her mysterious aura.

The conversation flowed naturally, moving from light joking to more meaningful things. You found yourself opening up in ways you hadn't anticipated, a vulnerability that only deepened the connection between you and Bada.

"So, what's the deal with you and Howl?" You inquired, her tone becoming a bit more serious

She paused, unsure how much to reveal. "We're close, but he doesn't need to know everything."

For a brief period, Bada's gaze stayed on yours, and you felt a silent understanding move between you. It was a dark dance, one that thrived away from prying eyes.

Days became nights, and the secret encounters with Bada became a thrilling custom. You and Bada went like modern-day rebels, your bond growing stronger with each stolen moment. Your secret affair took place against the scenery of the the city, with its bustling streets and towering skyscrapers.

Bada suggested a late-night adventure one evening as the sun set below the horizon, spreading a warm warmth across the city. You two ended up on the rooftop of an abandoned building, the cityscape rolling out before you like a sea of glittering lights.

"Isn't this amazing?" Bada pondered, her gaze fixated on the bustling city below. "It's like we're on top of the world."

The fresh breeze ruffled your hair as you nodded. "It is. What about Howl, though? Won't he wonder where we are or mostly where you are?"

Bada looked at you with an obnoxious gleam in her eyes. "Let him wonder. This is our moment, Y/N."

And it was at that moment, as the city hummed under you, that you realised you were trapped in a maelstrom of emotions. The forbidden aspect of your relationship with Bada just heightened the tension, making every stolen glance, every hushed chat feel like a hidden gem.

The intimacy between you and Bada grew stronger over time. Late-night rendezvous turned into stolen glances across crowded rooms, and the thrill of the forbidden fueled the fire between you. The harder you tried to resist, the deeper you got caught up in the web of desire.

One evening, as you and Bada found peace in a quiet corner of a dimly lit bar, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear. "How long are we going to keep this a secret, Y/N?" she asked, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

You swallowed hard, the weight of the question settling in your chest. "I'm not sure, Bada. But for now, let's savour the moments we have."you say putting your head in the crook of her neck.

Bada pulled back, her gaze locked onto yours. "Agreed," she said, her voice a promise that lingered in the air.

Your affair's secret became both a hardship and a delight, a double-edged blade that sliced through the ordinary fabric of your life. Howl, still very much clueless to yours and Bada's secret interactions, continued to spend his days and nights with Bada, unaware of the depths of the bond that had developed in the shadows.

The whole family was together for lunch one evening, but you and Bada were alone in your room, and the intensity reached new heights. As your lips met in a passionate kiss, the world outside faded away, the air was thick with expectation.

Gasping for air, Bada pulled away, her eyes locked onto yours. "Do you know how to keep quiet, love?" she demanded, a mischievous grin on her lips."Everyone might hear you now and we don't want that, or do we?"

You, still caught in the whirlwind of desire, managed a breathless nod. The room became a sanctuary of shared secrets, and the intimacy between you and Bada reached new heights.

You couldn't help but wonder how long this delicate moments could go on in the middle of the secrecy, yearning, and stolen moments. The city of Seoul, with its towering buildings and bustling streets, seemed to hold its breath, waiting to see how the story of forbidden love would unfold in your life's current saga.

[particular-one]

I noticed ur request are open I just have to request something aslo had this idea for awhile now I tried my best to explain it detailed hope this ok

May I request a crossover fic fan heng x Genshin impact reader where reader based of electro archon Raiden shogun and maybe reader gets transported to astral express /honkai star rail universe and Mets the team I Aslo wanted to elaborate on raiden past and how she is very closed off perosn due to her past experiences with people and is very hard to make Friends

Until she Mets dan heng and they grow close bond and maybe helps reader try return her homeland . You know how raiden has two forms maybe her body is unstable like in honkai universe (like how in story quest for Genshin Ei (Reader) body want able to be in control due to shogun and she had battle her puppet self in like the boss fight verison in game maybe she unlocks this form in Plane of Euthymia to keep herself from the effects of erosion. So Reader created the puppet Shogun to ensure immunity from the decay of her physical body.While in the Plane of Euthymia, maybe reader loses control of herself like in her new form shogun and Dan heng and the team have to reason with her I hope this makes sense I was trying add shogun past best I can plus I desperately wanted crossover idea like this Dan heng since I adore him I hope this request is ok fill free to ask questions and I hope this request idea makes sense 💕I just adore Dan heng sm and love ur work plus raiden shogun Ei is my fav so YEY

pairing. dan heng x raiden ei!reader author’s note. i had to revisit shogun’s story quests cz it’s been a while i’ve gotten invested in the storyline of genshin but i enjoyed writing this (i hit the word limit with the text block too😭). i took a little creative liberty around the story of hsr so i hope it’s to your liking. :]

◇ — before you were recruited by the astral express, you were a lone drifter with a mysterious past. this universe was very much different than your own, so it was only natural for you to close yourself off with anything foreign — which is, pretty much everything. ◇ — it had been welt that located you in a nearby planet, but sent both march and dan heng to investigate. you were classified as an anomaly, and truthfully, welt had his suspicions about you at first — it was clear you did not belong to this world (but neither did he, hence why his curiosity was stoked. ◇ — to say that dan heng was merely intrigued by you is an understatement. he was downright mesmerized, that march kept teasing him on the way back. still, you were waaaaay harder to crack than anyone they’ve had on the express. you only agreed to stay with them because himiko had sensed that you were looking for your home, and promised to find a way to help you safely return. ◇ — despite the fact you’ve been with the astral express for a month, you seemed to just pop up with your presence undetected around the express, sometimes even scaring pom pom. since you did not have a permanent room on the express, dan heng offered to let you sleep in the archives. yet, during one night, he found you sleeping on the couch of the express instead. whenever he found you like that, he grabbed the singular blanket he had in his room and draped it over you. ◇ — among all the members, dan heng was the first one you warmed up to. you were always grateful when he seemingly checked up on you to make sure you were alright at night (though you had pretended to be asleep, you could always see him checking). you ended up trying to cook for him… but despite the rock hard bread, dan heng felt touched at the gesture. though he had a hard time swallowing after that. ◇ — somehow, you slowly started participating around the express. you returned march’s very chirpy greetings, you sometimes made the occasional remark that always turned everybody’s heads towards you and you sometimes shared a serene smile with dan heng, which .. made march envious because she wanted a smile from you too! dan heng knew how much returning back to your home meant to you and had stayed up in the archives trying to look for a way to get you back home — though he sometimes underwent a slight cognitive dissonance on helping you to get home, since he didn’t want you to leave the express this sudden. ◇ — due to your powerful nature, welt and himeko assigned you to go trailblazing with march and dan heng. you could easily demolish your enemies which march always finds cool and remarks on it every time. dan heng finds it cool as well but he isn’t as expressive as march about it. however, as you engaged in more battles and rumours of your god-like powers spread across the universe, it was only a matter of time an enemy faction took notice and decided that they wanted to take you for themselves. ◇ — the astral express fought to keep you safe from them, but amidst the struggle, dan heng protected you from a fatal blow which resulted in him getting severely injured. seeing him injured because of you drove you to guilt and made you remember the grief of losing everyone you loved to erosion. you went berserk against the enemy faction and successfully wiped them out, but you suddenly disappeared from the astral express. ◇ — when dan heng recovered, he was worried sick when himeko mentioned how you suddenly distanced yourself from the express and disappeared without a moment’s notice. he took it to the archives yet again to figure out where you might be, and not long after, he and welt surmised where you might possibly be — the planet they first found you in. ◇ — you were different than how they remembered you; since the fight, you had withdrawn back into your plane of euthymia and allowed raiden shogun to take full control of yourself outside. the astral express fought against your puppet to not only try and crack your shell again, but also to get one of their beloved members back.

“she’s so strong—!” march yelled from the back, just as dan heng deflected another hit from the shogun’s spear. he had always admired your strength; it had always been a delight to fight side by side with you, but never against you — that was for sure.

he knew this … puppet was not you. in truth, dan heng had sensed for a very long time that you were grappling with some sort of internal conflict, but he didn’t expect to be validated like this.

nor did he really expect that he would be fighting you as another you, that is.

still, dan heng had been extra careful not to land a devastating attack on you — well, puppet you. he didn’t really know how these cases work, but in the event that that was still you, he didn’t want to hurt you by accident.

that would be the last thing he had wanted to do.

every inch of his body was aching, his muscles felt like they were burning with how much dan heng was pushing them. he still hadn’t fully recovered, but he jumped right into this mission with only you your safety in mind.

“dan heng! behind you!”

he had been too tired to notice that the shogun was right behind him, sword raised up and ready to inflict an attack. dan heng could feel his body freeze up as he tried to get himself away — though, to his surprise, the shogun moved past him to unleash a lightning strike on …. the shogun?

was he that tired that he was now seeing double of you?

you — the you with the sword — looked back at him with a confused expression, before going back to engage with the other you. but the fleeting look you gave him was a look he could always recognize a mile away. “that’s y/n!”

immediately, march was by his side as he stepped outside the area where you were fighting the shogun puppet. “they’re both y/n, dan heng— but they’re fighting each other???” he shook his head. “no— the one with the sword. that’s our y/n.”

march didn’t seem all that convinced until welt nodded. “right. we have to stay out of her zone so we don’t block her line of sight.” dan heng’s hand gripped cloud piercer tightly just as he watched you jump right back into fighting the puppet.

“but we can’t just leave her alone—” march started, but welt placed a hand on her shoulder and shook his head. “we won’t. we just have to find that opening.”

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it was a constant back and forth. with the express supporting you at the back but never directly interfering, you were the one who directly battled the shogun. you withdrew back to your plane of euthymia in shame for endangering dan heng, so you were surprised to see him and the others here.

they care more about you than you had initially thought.

the shogun was relentless in battle — but you had instructed it to be like that. the shogun was meant to be flawless and firm; yet, here you were: battling against it for full control of yourself, and to be able to reunite with your friends.

with your newfound will, you pushed yourself to the limit to finally face your fears head on. it was time to put an end to this.

“dan heng, now!” the voice sounded like welt, but at his command, you watched as dan heng leapt in the air and into the battlefield. his cloud piercer raised just as he timed his attack on the puppet just as you unleashed another lightning strike. the impact had been enough to send you back, that dan heng immediately dropped back down to catch you in his arms.

you could see the shogun lower their spear, it’s form no longer in pristine condition as it once was. your own puppet was staring at you, its eyes glancing at dan heng, who still had you in his arms, and to the rest of the astral express. without another word, the shogun turned back and disappeared into the plane of euthymia, but not before giving you a nod.

“are you okay, y/n?! what was that? where are we?” you never thought march bombarding you with a million questions would comfort you as much as it did now, but you really did miss her, and the rest of the crew.

“you guys… came back? for me?”

dan heng helped you up, but his arm never left you. “of course we did.” he had a furrowed expression in his eyes, but they shone with the brightest concern. normally, you didn’t want anyone taking pity on you, but you simply relaxed in his arms.

they did care. he still cares.

the thought of home and eternity had always staved off the cold in your heart, but the feeling of being in dan heng’s arms had sent enveloped you in a warmth that you’ve frankly never experienced before.

you could hardly suppress your smile, and seeing dan heng return it to you made the warmth in your chest spread even further.

you could definitely get used to this.

written by carlyle (@particular-one) copyright: all content belongs to particular-one on tumblr (2023)

[kirislovelygf]

haunted, part 2 (ronal x fem! metkayina reader)

contents: you and ronal have been married for about 14 years and have lived with the metkayina happily ever since you left the forest. now imagine your surprise when your ex appears out of nowhere with the man she cheated on you with and the family they built together.

content also: flash backs to when you + neytiri were girlfriends, angst, neytiri being kinda toxic, jealous ronal, and y/n high key hating jake

wrd count: 3k

꒰ 🥥 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

neytiri and i used to spend our days swinging through the forest like kids, racing through the trees.

“i bet i can find our lunch before you can.” i teased as i jumped on a branch. she lands on another above me and teased me.

“sure,” she answered sarcastically. “i have the bigger bow.” she chuckled.

“and i have the better aim.” i said with a hand on my hip.

“aw, is that what your mother told you?” she laughed. she swings into another branch before i can respond.

we kept going until we heard something yelling.

“what kind of animal screams like that?” i asked her as we landed on the forest floor.

she shrugged. “let’s go find out.”

“fine.. but if we die, it’s your fault.” i muttered to her as i walked past. she stared as i climbed up the tree.

she followed behind and we climbed high enough to see the floor.

when jake, who i didn’t know was jake at the time, came into view, i was scared and excited at the same time.

last time i saw a dreamwalker was when dr. grace was teaching me english when i was just a girl. and we hadn’t seen one since neytiri’s sister was killed.

i signaled for neytiri to come over. i jumped on a higher branch while she lay low, hiding behind leaves.

i kept watching him, a man. a man in clothes and holding a gun. a weapon that scared me more than the man himself.

watching him move, talk to himself, was entertaining. he wobbled around like an infant. i smiled and looked down to see neytiri’s reaction.

but she was fearful of the man. and cautious.

she began to sit up and pulled her bow and arrow ready to shoot.

“neytiri.” i muttered as quietly as i could. she looks up as i shook my head and mouthed “don’t.”

neytiri still had her arrow up and ready to shoot.

she glanced back down at the human and stared at his movements. i watched her curiously.

she was intrigued by him. in a way that made me uncomfortable

she sighed in reluctance and put her weapon away. she climbed up to where i was hidden.

“let my mother know there’s a human among us. i need to see what he is doing here.” she said in a hushed tone as she stood in front of me.

“okay.. what about you? will you be okay?” i asked.

she sighed and cupped my face with both of her hands.

“you always worry about me. i’ll be okay.” she smiled.

“i’m sorry, weren’t you the one who tripped over her own tail on the way here?” i whispered.

“i… ugh, you're wasting time. just go home and tell my mother.” she whispered quickly.

i chuckled softly and let her kiss me. her kisses always made me feel safe.

neytiri was always protective of me. one of her qualities i always appreciated.

she was also brave and loving and so intelligent. she learned english faster than i did and was able to learn more about the sky people.

i couldn’t stay focused. but she’d always be there to help me. well, until she wasn’t.

i replayed the moment she laid eyes on him. i must have missed something. she must have fallen in love with him the moment he appeared in the forest.

their love has always been a mystery to me. i let it go as long as i’ve been gone.

and when she came back, it felt like i was transported to the moment i found out she cheated.

i wondered and pondered about neytiri while cooking with my wife. i shouldn’t be this obsessed with her but i am.

ugh, i blame her.

i started to think about my day instead when ao’nung came home and told me he got into a fight.

with neytiri’s sons no less.

he told me ao’nung and his friends have been picking on her son and daughter. since she married a human, two of her kids ended up having four fingers.

and that led to ao’nung getting into a fight with neteyam and lo’ak.

he said they started it as lo’ak punched him, but i know ao’nung better than that. lo’ak didn’t start the fight by hitting him.

ao’nung started it when he decided to be a bully.

other than that, everything was.. manageable. ronal was here telling me about her training with neytiri and how they both hated every second of it.

“i expected her to be stubborn.” i chuckled as i stirred a pot over a fire in the middle of our home.

“i’m surprised she didn’t give up sooner. she waited until the ilu got tired of her falling off.” ronal chuckled as she chopped up fruits.

she puts them into a bowl and picks up a couple pieces.

“do you know how hard it is to fire out an ilu?” she laughed, putting a piece in my hand.

“leave it up to her to find a way.” i snickered.

she laughed beside me when tsireya and tonowari came in.

“hi, mama.” tsireya smiled.

“hi, my little flower. how was the day for you both? you’ve been gone since morning.” i said to her.

i stood up to look for bowls for us.

“it was nice. i spent time with my friends in the jungle. we must have lost track of time because we didn’t realize it was already eclipse.” she smiled as she sat down next to ronal.

“that’s okay. as long as your safe, i’m glad you had fun.” i chuckled.

“i heard something about a fight between ao’nung and lo’ak. what happened?” she asked.

“oh..” i chuckled.

“your brother was picking on the sully children. and earned a punch to the face.” ronal told her.

“ugh, i can’t believe him. he’s been messing with them since they got here.” she grumbled.

“your brother could learn from your kindness.” tonowari muttered.

i smiled and turned back, handing out bowls to everyone.

“or could learn how to fight.” i muttered back.

tonowari and ronal both glared at me as tsireya giggled.

“i’m sorry, but if he’s going to say stupid things all the time, he will need to know how to defend himself.” i said.

they glance at each other before rolling their eyes.

we ate together, not worrying much about where ao’nung was. once he was finished sulking, he’d come back home.

but when the night turned darker, and more na’vi started turning in, i started to grow concerned.

“maybe we should look for him.” tonowari whispered.

“he’s been out this late before. i’m sure he’s on his way back now.” i told him. he took another look outside, pulling the tarp aside.

he then pulled it aside completely when someone approached our home.

“jake sully.” my back was facing the entrance and my heart froze when i heard wari say that name.

i was able to avoid him these past weeks and he hadn’t come to our doorstep at all.

i glanced back and saw him and neytiri standing there. the moonlight poured into our hut as she stared inside.

i stood up and helped ronal up too before we walked over, reluctantly.

“my kids’ been missing all day. ao’nung said he took him to some place called three brothers rock.“ he said.

“oh no… he’s not safe there.” i said softly.

“what?” jake muttered.

“it’s home to akula. dangerous predators.” tonowari said warningly.

neytiri sighed in fear. “don’t worry. we will help you look for your son.” he said to her.

jake spared one more glance before tonowari walked between us to find his spear.

ronal and i went to do the same as jake and neytiri left.

soon, the entire village was searching the reefs for lo’ak. jake and neytiri were on their ikran and circling the island.

i and a couple other villagers were spread out looking for the boy.

“lo’ak?..” i called out.

my ilu began squealing nervously and thrashing. she was suddenly so nervous and started splashing the water.

“no, no, it’s okay.. relax..” i whispered to her. she wasn’t calming down.

something dimmed the light on the ocean floor. something enormous that also caused my ilu to swim away from it.

it’s a tulkun. it’s fin looked familiar though. i’ve seen them before i just couldn’t remember when. it dived into the water and swam away, causing heavy ripples before i could identify it.

suddenly, lo’ak appeared in the water. he looked like i had caught him doing something he shouldn’t be doing.

“mom?” he asked.

“what? no! no, i’m not your mother. it’s y/n.” i said nervously.

“are you okay? your parents are worried.” i held my hand out to him and helped him climb up to sit on the ilu.

“oh.. yeah, i’m okay. i got lost.” he said.

“okay.” i nodded.

we swam back to the village and i started to calling out for people to let them know lo’ak was safe.

we reached the edge of the pathways and i helped him step up.

“thank you.” he muttered.

“you’re welcome. stay safe, lo’ak.” his gaze fell behind me and he began glaring.

i looked and saw ao’nung with his black eye and pouting lip. he looked down as he stood beside his father.

jake stepped off the saddle of his skimwing, out of the water, and stopped his son before he could go over to ao’nung.

if he was my son, i would have let lo’ak at him.

jake looked at his arms and his back, searching his body for any injuries.

neytiri yelled out for her son and ran down to see him for herself.

she made sure he wasn’t hurt before hissing. “i pray for the strength that i will not pluck the eyeballs out of my youngest son.”

she swipes at his face, to which lo’ak just rolls his eyes like this happened every week.

“no, this isn’t lo’ak’s fault. ao’nung told him to go to three brothers rock. he knows better than to go there.” tonowari grabbed his son by the nape and made him kneel.

“the blame is his.” he said.

i looked to lo’ak and his parents. “thank you, tonowari, but-“

“no, it wasn’t ao’nung’s fault.” lo’ak spoke.

i grew confused.

“it was my idea. he tried to talk me out of it.” he continued.

i tilted my head slightly. i couldn’t understand why he was lying. but then i looked up to jake and neytiri, who were glaring daggers at his head.

that poor boy. i can feel the pressure from here.

“let’s go.” jake takes his son by the nap and walks away, neytiri following behind.

she slowed down as she was about to walk past me.

“thank you for helping him.” she said softly.

“it was nothing.” i shrugged. she nodded and walked away when ronal came up behind me and started glaring.

“you’re being friendly.” she muttered.

i sighed out and turned to face her. “ronal. please. be jealous tomorrow. i’m tired.”

she rolled her eyes but held my hand regardless as we walked back home together.

everyone was shaken up after lo’ak went missing for a whole day. parents were talking, saying the forest children were bad influences on their own children.

as i fell asleep, i reminded myself of the day everything went south.

the night jake became part of the clan, we celebrated. danced, drank, laughed, and had fun.

i wasn’t enjoying myself though. i noticed for the months that jake has been here that neytiri’s been paying much more attention to him than me.

especially tonight. trying to get him to dance and such.

but she’s been spending every single day with him under the excuse that she’s simply training him.

the day when he picked his ikran, she was touching his chest. for a reason i can’t understand.

what does ikran training have to do with touching his chest like that? and then she left to fly with him and i didn’t see her for the rest of the day.

and when i asked about what they did, she yelled at me.

“i don’t need to report to you! let me breathe!” she also slapped my hand off of her shoulder when i tried to be calm.

she tried to apologize that night, but i couldn’t get over how she slapped me like that.

i still had my doubts. maybe she was being friendly. maybe the problem was me and not with jake.

i disproved it all when i woke up and she wasn’t beside me like she was when she fell asleep.

i went to look for her but everyone was gathered at the trunk of hometree. everyone was confused. i tried to look for mo’at to ask her what was happening.

when i asked around me, no one could give me a straight answer. and up front were men and women ready to fight, holding their bows up in the air.

i finally reached the center of the circle everyone has formed.

i walked up behind mo’at and eytukan. tsu’tey was talking to them angrily. something about jake, i couldn’t understand, he was just rambling.

as if we spoke him into existence, him and neytiri walked into hometree. and holding hands.

jake called for tsu’tey, telling him not to do this. i wasn’t sure what “this” was.

i still had no idea what happened to get everyone so angry.

the next thing i know, tsu’tey pushed jake to the ground.

“tsu’tey! stop!” neytiri screamed at him, pushing him back. i watched in shock.

as he huffed resisting neytiri’s pushes, he asked him.

“you mated with this woman?”

and with that, it was like time stopped.

neytiri’s mouth was agape and she pushed tsu’tey back, this time he actually stepped away.

she looked at me as mo’at questioned if it were true or not. i kept glancing between her and jake.

“we..” she sighed out. “we are mated before eywa.”

“it is done.” even then she couldn’t look me in the eye when she actually needed to.

i could feel everyone’s stares on me.

i stomped toward the woman i thought loved me as much as i loved her and grabbed her wrist, dragging her away from everyone.

“y/n stop! listen for a moment.” she argued.

“all this time, you’ve been going behind my back. i knew you were in love with him. but i denied it so many times..”

“y/n, let me explain.”

“no! neytiri, listen to me. this entire time i have listened to your dumb excuses.” i yelled out.

she glared at me like i did something wrong.

“you are the worst woman in this entire planet. just last night, you told me you loved me. that nothing is between you and jake-“

“i know,-“

“and then I found out you.. you mated with him! the fucking human, you cannot be serious! right now, i believe i am crazy because what the fuck.” i screamed and screamed at the top of my lungs.

“what the fuck! neytiri!”

“you’re not crazy! y/n, i never meant for this to happen. i’m sorry. please.” she cried. “he isn’t as bad as you believe..”

“you’re incredible. his kind has done nothing but bring pain and suffering and you want me to believe he isn’t as bad as i think just because you slept together?” i reminded her.

she flinched at my yells.

“they killed sylwanin. they killed my father, they are destroying our home right now. you’re leaving me, and your home, and tsu’tey.. for him?” i asked her.

“i know how it sounds! i know what they did! but i didn’t want tsu’tey and i never wanted to be tsahik! the only thing i was ever sure about was you. until..” she cried.

“i was wrong.. i was wrong and i’m so sorry. i didn’t want it to happen like this..”

we paused. my chest was rising up and down. slowly now that i caught my breath.

“he will only hurt you.” i said, my voice raspy from the screams.

“he will only ever be a burden to you. you’ll never be able to forget who he is. what he is. what his kind has done to us.” i told her.

she glared at me, tears streaming down her face.

neither of us said a thing as we stared at each other painfully.

“you’ll always be reminded of me when you can’t escape his past.”

i heard footsteps behind me.

“y/n… y/n, it’s all my fault. i’m sorry.” his stupid voice rang.

“i’m sorry, but we have to go-“ he rambled but right as he appeared behind me, i struck him in the face, knocking him down.

“fuck you, jake!”

“stop! y/n!” she pulled my shoulder back and dropped to her knees to see how he was.

right then i knew who she really loved. it was me for a while. but it stopped, probably before she even met him.

it was worse because i thought jake and i were friends. i didn’t like him at first, no one did. but neytiri told me to give him a chance.

now i know why she said that.

that was the last time i saw neytiri. i didn’t hear about the war until years later when i joined the metkayina clan.

i lost any anger i felt for jake when i found out he was the new toruk makto. i decided i shouldn’t be angry at him because he fell in love with her. my love.

my problem wasnt even with neytiri for loving him.

but she still lied to me and manipulated me and mated with jake while we were still together.

i realize now i’ve been keeping anger for her ever since i left. i think her returning is a sign from eywa that i need to forgive her.

no, it definitely is.

꒰ 🥥 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

[emypony]

come grab your freshly off the grill cooked ship!

This time featuring the 'arts and crafts project' because Felis is glue here, otherwise the rest would fall apart.

FOR THE RECORD this is if all three Hua's here were individual entities separate from each other

I'll put my unhinged mentally unwell takes down below for your enjoyment <3

ill try to. help make sense of their personalities and thoughts on the others. Felis: basically her usual self, though maybe a bit toned down with her antics (I say toned down as if I ever elaborated on what she's like lol)

treasures Hua the most, best friends and partners, tries to get Hua to be less stiff and enjoy life but also is scared to lose her

admires Phoenix and gets along with her really well

thinks AE is kinda scary because she's a celestial but there's something alluring about such a powerful entity being so mysterious and 'cold' (girl cant help getting a crush tho)

Hua: soldier, shy, unsure of herself, basically her moths era (NOT her Elysian Realm SIM!)

got attached to Felis because she is a source of comfort and feels like 'home', likes having someone to come to after her missions

Phoenix's happy and relaxed attitude is calming in contrast to her life but her and Felis can get a bit overwhelming when together, she appreciates her though even if they're not that close

AE is very scary and she tries to keep away from her, feels like AE doesn't approve of her for whatever reason and glares at her sometimes (it's just the AE resting bitchface she gives to everyone by accident but holds no malice)

Phoenix / Jingwei: deity, thinks humans r funny, clever and wondrous and loves them dearly

Felis's happy attitude resonates with her and she may have gotten a little crush on her because of that as well, but she can keep herself in check if her feelings aren't reciprocated

thinks Hua is a cute little birdie that she wants to protect bc shes so precious

longtime friends with Azure Empyrea and they have a weird but mutual friendship (and maybe more...? unspoken feelings towards each other that they never address but are both sort of 'Aware Of' since Phoenix is the one who calms down AE if she's being unreasonable OR the first person AE goes to if she's feeling down / feels negative emotions)

Azure Empyrea: cold, calculating, has an eerie calm attitude but can be scary if she gets angry, stern and firm in her ways but can be persuaded (see: Phoenix) to compromise. means well but doesn't know how to show it

finds Felis intriguing because of her nature, also catches her sometimes glancing at her or following her around, can't sense any malice from her so aside from being a little annoyance at first, she warmed up to her presence (and she keeps Phoenix happy whenever she can't partake in whatever silly human thing she wants to play / do)

sees Jingwei as an equal, cares more about her than she lets on but doesn't want to tie her down to someone like her, still appreciates the fact that Phoenix spends time with her and tries to be the bridge between her and humans

her feelings towards Hua are complicated and she usually keeps her distance because she can sense the fear coming off her. however Hua reminds her of her past self(?start of her journey as a celestial deity), unsure and without a place in the world and she feels the need to be there or give advice (if ever asked), doesn't hold any hostility towards her but something about her own expression (? too dumb to figure out) scares Hua and she doesn't understand why

I have a so many more snippets to share...if you will ;3

[writerpetals]

after dusk | 🔞

; optional female lead smut |  ☁️

w; vampire!au, biting, blood

After dusk is the only time you can get a glimpse of her. She comes to you in long, white dresses that flow in the breeze with her hair tossed over one shoulder, the moon illuminating her face. There’s a darkness in her eyes that would scare anyone else, but you have nothing to fear from her. You know she keeps you safe. She’s there to protect you.

Your home is a log cabin deep in the forest, between large tree trunks and yellow and pink flowers that only bloom this time of year. You’re alone most of the time, keeping to yourself, gathering fruits from your garden and cooking meals just for you. You like the peace and quiet, and have no use for anyone else if it isn’t her.

You first met her on a full moon night. You happened to be adventurous enough to bathe in the river close to your home, not caring too much of being vulnerable and exposed considering you’re the only one living so deep in the forest. The night calms you, and the steamy hot waters of the spring relax your muscles after a day of gardening. You assumed you were all alone, but a creature appeared from the woods, ready to take your life.

She was there to ward the monster off. She barely spoke a word other than her name and to tell you it’s not safe for humans sometimes, but you felt safe with her. She looked over your naked body with a fire in her eyes before rushing into the shadows once again. She left you curious, wanting to know more about her, why she called you a human. Wasn’t she one as well?

An ordinary human couldn’t have scared off the sharp-toothed, black eyed monster that wanted to take your life that night. You knew she was something special. You knew she would keep you safe.

She comes to you when she is at her loneliest, you realize. After a few visits, she spoke to you more, getting a view of her own sharp teeth hidden behind full pink lips. You decided you didn’t care. She wouldn’t hurt you. Sometimes she watches you undress to bathe in the river, but she always lets you know she’s there. She will take a seat on the river’s bank, and for some reason you don’t feel shy in her presence. She looks at you with such longing, you wonder how empty her heart is.

Other nights she will sit on one side of the river, you on the other by your garden. Silence would intimidate most people, but it’s clear neither she or you are most people. You feel at peace with her around. You assume she feels the same, otherwise why wouldn’t she attempt an attack like the monster before.

“Your hair is beautiful,” she tells you one night. It makes you giggle.

“I think you’re beautiful,” you tell her. She bites her lip, sharp fangs sinking just enough into her flesh to leave an indent.

Then she disappears between the trees, as if she’s playing a game of hide and seek and the words she speaks are only teasing you between rounds. Except she’s the only one hiding, and you have to wait for her to return. After a while, you grow anxious to see her. Your day is spent thinking of her beautiful face, her hair swept over her shoulder, her flowing dresses, and even her sharp teeth that intrigue you. And if you give it a little while longer, your heart begins to ache for her, too.

She returns in two nights. You’re resting near your garden, staring up at the night’s sky. There’s a break in the trees that gives you the perfect view of the stars. It reminds you of her eyes, so dark, deep, and yet they’re full of mystery. She approaches carefully, the breeze blowing away her dress to outline her figure in the moonlight. She’s never looked more beautiful, you think.

“I’ve never been friends with a human,” she tells you after she settles close enough to you on the grassy ground. “I mostly just drink from them.”

If you were anyone else, you would run for the hills. You can’t help but to take it as a joke, not a threat. You always feel safe with her.

“What are you?” you question. You’ve never seen a creature like her. You’ve read about them, sure, but you thought the possibilities were beyond belief.

“A vampire, of course,” she says matter-of-factly, raising her chin and you giggle along with her after a moment. “A vampire princess, actually. I… live in the castle on the other side of the mountain. If my father knew I was here…”

“You have a family?” Your eyes grow wide. The question sounds absurd. Everyone has a family. But you weren’t aware vampires had their own.

“Well, not a real one… but it’s real enough to me. My father - my maker - he hates humans. I’ve… been a vampire for so long I don’t even remember what it was like being human. I guess that’s what happens.”

“Would he be upset to find you here?”

She giggles at the question, pushing strands of loose hair behind her ear. “No one will know. I’ve warned off all the guards that are supposed to protect me. I told them I would feed them to sharks piece by piece if they didn’t mind their business and let me do what I want.”

Now you’re giggling. You can’t imagine the beautiful, sweet woman before you being so vicious. If what she said is true, however, she risks her life and your own every time she visits you. In the moment, it’s hard to care. This is the most she’s ever spoken to you. You love hearing her soft voice to contrast with the sharpness of the fangs in her mouth. She entices you in every way.

“Why do you come here?” you finally ask, hoping not to offend, but by her smirk you realize she doesn’t mind.

“I like you,” she admits, making your heart flutter in your chest. “I saw one of my father’s useless minions looking to feed off of you that night. I wanted to protect you. I don’t know why. I just felt I had to.”

“I’m thankful…” Warmth swells in your cheeks. Is the quiet, lonely girl hidden deep in the woods actually flirting with a vampire? Your heart says yes, and your mind tells you you’re crazy, but you don’t care.

“I couldn’t stop myself coming back night after night. I needed to see you.” As she speaks, she crawls closer to you, slowly, being careful not to startle you by making any sudden movements. “I wanted to see you bathe in the river, see all of you, and when you made it clear you didn’t mind, I couldn’t stay away.”

She’s so close you can smell the scent of citrus and flowers. She’s so sweet as you inhale her, looking into her dark, lonely eyes and knowing exactly how she feels.

“By then, I just wanted to see you. I didn’t care if we didn’t talk. I like being here with you.”

A smile forms on your lips. “I like it, too.”

“I want to kiss you,��� she suddenly says, but you assume there’s no wasting time when you’re a vampire. What’s the point? “Can I kiss you?” Your heart rate spikes. No doubt she can hear every thump in your throat.

“Yes… please…”

Suddenly you’re breathless and she’s taking you in her arms. Her lips find yours in the moonlight, drawing your body in with her kisses. Her hands begin to roam every inch of you she can reach. A whimper tickles her lips as you kiss her, getting lost in the moment being with her. Her touch is electric, lighting you up, turning you on, making the world drown out around the two of you before you know it.

“I want you,” she says in a gasp when she pulls away from your lips. You’re taken aback, head spinning and you’ve only kissed her so far. “I’ve wanted you from the first night I saw you. I knew it was dangerous to keep coming back here, but I couldn’t resist. I want you.”

She awaits your response, as if she’s getting your permission. You could never turn her away.

“Take me,” you whisper even though there’s no one around for miles to hear, “I’m yours.”

Her face darkens with lust and desire from the words. She wastes no time grabbing you, pulling you close right there against the grass. Your body comes alive in her hands, feeling her explore every curve over and over. Her lips fall to your neck, hearing her inhale sharply to take in your scent.

“You smell so good, love,” she groans before licking a trail from your collar to your ear. “I want to taste you so damn badly.”

You shiver at her suddenly dark, desperate tone. As if the beast inside her has come just as alive as you. She spends a moment sucking on your neck, not daring to bite you, but having a hard time resisting the urge. You know she wouldn’t hurt you. She wants to keep you safe, so in her you put your full trust.

“M-My blood?” you whimper. The weak, innocent tone of your voice strikes a chord within her. She growls in the crook of your neck before pulling away.

“Everything,” she groans, dripping two fingers into the collar of the dress you adorn before splitting the cheap fabric in half with ease. Your body becomes exposed, and she should be used to the sight by now considering how many times she’s seen you bathe and play in the river, but the sight still makes her speechless. It’s clear taking in the view of you fills her with so much passion.

Her strength is unparalleled in the moment when desire takes over, you realize as much. Another person sits before you, needy and desperate and wanting to taste you, but there’s a thrill to being with her. You can’t resist. You can’t back down. You want her just as much.

“I want to taste your blood… drink from you.” Her hands rise to cup your breasts, massaging them gently even though there’s dominance dripping in her tone. “I’m going to taste your blood, and you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes…” You gulp. Never have you seen this side of her, but you can’t complain. It’s another  game she is playing. One of passion, lust, dominance and control. You don’t mind at all submitting to your vampire princess.

“Because my love knows I would never hurt her, right?” She caresses a hardened nipple with her thumb, sending a surge of heat through your body. It’s almost embarrassing how badly you want her, how much you crave her touch in the moment.

“Of course,” you whisper, eyes fluttering at the feel of her hands on you, massaging your breasts, toying with your erect nipples. She smirks at the sight of your chest pushing into her hands.

“Then my love should also know I want to eat her pretty little pussy.” The words knock the breath right out of your chest. She says it so casually, as if she’s thought about it night after night, and you assume she has. “I want to feel how wet you get for me. I want to swallow every drop of honey that drips from your sweet cunt. You’ll let me, won’t you?”

Your mind is nearly numb from the way she speaks to you. Never have you had someone be so honest and upfront with you. From her words alone, you already feel your arousal dripping onto your thighs, no panties in the way to keep it in place. It’s as if you already knew tonight would happen, and you came prepared for her.

You don’t respond due to the overwhelming nature of her delicious questions, so she takes it upon herself to instigate the moment further. She reaches with one hand, pushing your dress down to your hips so she can dip her fingers between your thighs. A gasp falls from your lips the moment she begins to caress your aching slit, running her fingers ever so slowly along your flesh, spreading your juices over the digits.

“I’ve imagined what you would taste like ever since the first night I saw you,” she admits while you whimper her name in response. Your chest heaves before you gulp, mind spinning from the pleasure she offers you just beneath your dress, fingers dancing between your thighs. And she's only teasing you so far. “I bet when you come, it’s so sweet yet salty on my tongue. I want to hear the cute little noises humans make. I bet you can’t stop trembling, too. I find it… so utterly irresistible.”

Your eyes flutter close, listening to her words, concentrating on the feel of her fingers slipping back and forth over your pussy. She’s not even trying to make you feel good in the moment. Her gestures are of pure curiosity, wanting to feel your arousal on her flesh. It’s as if she’s lost in her own little world of exploring your pussy, and you’re only lucky to receive the bliss that follows.

“Oh… already so wet, my love,” she giggles, sharp teeth flashing beneath her lips. Her fingers swirl around your entrance, loving how it feels to have your juices on her flesh. You can’t stop yourself from rocking your hips against her hand. Desperately, you want more, but you know she’s playing her game. She’s in control. “I think I want to play with you with my tongue now. Will you let me?”

Your eyes grow wide, but only for a moment. All you can do is whimper a reply as your heart races and your pussy aches with need, giving her permission. In the moment you know you would let her do anything she wanted to you. You can’t resist her.

She pulls her hand from your body, but only for a moment. Before you can protest, she’s tugging your dress down your body, past your hips and feet, and tossing it aside. Now you’re completely bare before her. The way she looks at you under the moonlight sends goosebumps flooding your skin. It’s as if you’re her next meal, in more ways than one, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

With urgency, she spreads your thighs apart, taking in the sight of your swollen, aching pussy glistening beneath the moonlight. You swear you see her lick her lips a moment before she dips her head to your body. “So pretty,” is all she says a second before swiping her tongue over your slit, sending a chill racing down your spine before the heat begins to swell from pure desire. “Tastes so good.” She mumbles against your flesh, massaging your slit with her tongue until your mind goes hazy.

You cry out her name, head falling back, eyes attempting to focus on the little spot in the sky you love so much. It’s no use. Not with her tongue drawing out whimpers and moans every time she licks over your clit.

She takes her time tasting you, groaning from the way your juices drip over her tongue. She dips inside your pussy for a moment before easing her way back to your clit. Then she wraps her lips around, sucking lightly, but you can barely feel the points of her teeth against your flesh. She’s careful with them, at least, making sure to offer you nothing but pleasure in the moment.

“You’re already shaking,” she says with a giggle, two hands on your inner thighs to keep them parted for her. “Does it feel good, my love? With my tongue on your pussy like this? Will you come for me?”

Chest heaving, you give her another strained yes in response. She giggles once again, pressing her mouth to your cunt to lap up the honey that spills out for her. Then she’s back to pleasuring your clit, pressing the flat of her tongue over your folds to massage diligently. The tension coils in the pit of your stomach. You know from her words and her tongue you won’t last much longer. She’s already gotten you so worked up. All you want to do is come on her tongue, just like she wanted.

You’re so lost in the moment, you don’t even realize her hand has slipped beneath her own dress. Her fingers play with her own pussy as she eats you out, and it’s not until she begins to moan between your thighs do you notice how she pleasures herself while pleasuring you.

You whimper her name, earning her attention for a moment as she pulls her head from between your thighs.

“Yes, my love?” She smirks up at you.

“I want… want to taste you… too.” It’s all you can manage to say in a heavy exhale, but she gets the hint.

“Oh? You want to eat my pussy while I eat yours?” Another giggle fills the air, heat washing over you for the hundredth time. She’s so careless with her words, yet so careful with you. You know it’s a part of the game, but it’s gotten you so worked up you can barely stand it. “Want me to sit on your face, ride your tongue while I continue eating out this pretty pussy of yours? Does that sound good, love?”

God, did it ever. You can barely get any words out, so all you do is nod. She smirks once again, making quick work of her own dress and tossing it aside. Now she’s bare before you, but unlike her,  you didn't get glimpses of her body beforehand. You take in the sight of her, pointed nipples on display, her soft skin, the patch of hair peeking out from her thighs. She’s absolutely perfect, and in the moment, she’s all yours.

After you lay flat on the ground, she crawls over you with care. She faces the opposite of you, easing her already wet pussy over your face with a leg over your head, while her own mouth nears your awaiting slit.  Her slit glistens inches from your lips, giving you the perfect view of her cunt you wanted so badly to taste.

With hands on her thighs, you lower her body to your mouth, tongue darting out lick from her entrance to her clit, and back down again. She can’t help but to moan, back bending, ass rising until she rolls her pussy against your mouth.

“Mm, so good, my love,” she encourages you, leaning down to press a gentle kiss over your drenched slit. “Eat my pussy, just like that.”

There’s no way you could ever deny her. You massage her slit with your tongue, finding her clit as she rocks against your mouth. She turns her attention back to you, whimpers and moans spilling from within her between doing circles around your clit. You taste one another, moaning against each other’s flesh, giving her pleasure and her doing the same in return. Even with her face buried between your thighs, you still hear her cries, feeling her pull away every so often just to moan your name from the pure bliss.

Her weight presses down on you as you taste her, smell her arousal, lap up every drop of her juices that drip out. You tremble underneath her thanks to her tongue, and she tightens her grip on your thighs when you hit just the right pace. Your tongue caresses her swollen clit in circles, picking up speed the more she rides your face. She grinds against your mouth, getting lost in the moment and the way it feels to have you play between her folds.

“That feels so good, love,” she cries out, throwing her head back. She presses her pussy to your mouth even harder, beginning to tremble as  you eat her out. “Fuck, don’t stop. Your tongue feels so fucking good.”

She hisses, throwing her body back and fully riding your face now. Your hands wrap around her thighs to hold her in place. Arousal drips over your tongue, down your throat as you bring her bliss, licking, sucking on her clit.

“I’m gonna come,” she warns in a gasp, moaning your name once again as the pleasure takes hold of her. She’s lost control, riding the waves of bliss against your tongue, crying out into the midnight sky, rolling her hips and whimpering how good it feels over and over to come on your face.

And just when you think she begins to come down, she falls forward, taking your inner thigh in her mouth without warning. Her sharp fangs pierce your skin in seconds, causing you to pull away from her pussy with a gasp. The pinching pain only lasts for a second before bliss swells your body, finding pleasure in the way she drinks from you. Whimpering, she sucks the blood from your inner thigh, so high on her own release and the way you taste. The sensation makes you light-headed, the world spinning around you yet time slows down all at once until the moment she pulls her mouth away.

She groans while licking up the remnants of your blood trickling down your thigh. You’re left breathless, and even more so when she dives right back between your legs.

“So, so good, my love,” she mumbles, maybe more to herself than to you, completely lost in the moment. “Taste so fucking good. I want to do this every night forever.” She massages your clit with urgency, wanting to feel you come undone around her. Your body trembles, so overwhelmed, so high off of being fed on, being tasted.

You cry out with a gasp of her name, “I’m… I’m getting close.”

“Come for me,” she demands with a sharp tone, leaning forward a bit more so she can reach with her fingers to sink them into your pussy. Two digits slide in with ease as she continues to tend to your clit, drawing you that much closer to the edge. “Come on my fingers and tongue. I want to feel you squeezing around me.”

The words bring you that much closer to the edge. Heat swells and the tension coils until it snaps entirely, bliss bursting inside of you as electricity surges through your body. Waves and waves of heat course through you, trembling, whimpering, rolling your hips and tightening your legs around her. It’s all too much, and yet it’s just enough. It’s everything you’ve wanted from her, so lost in bliss, so lost in her.

She feels you begin to come down, so she eases her fingers from within you. Carefully, she slips to the spot next to you, face to face, hand roaming your body to ease the tension as you fall from the high.

“You really are so beautiful,” she tells you, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. All you can do is grin, tired from the blood loss and the pleasure. Together, the two of you lay in the grass in silence, staring up at the stars, wanting the moment to last longer than it can.

Eventually she has to go back to her castle. The sun will rise soon. She can’t let anyone know she was with you. She promises to return soon with a kiss on your lips. You tell her you can’t wait to see her again, not caring if she’s a monster or a vampire or anything else. All you know is you feel safe with her, and she is completely in love with you.

[m0e-ru]

Inaba Beef and Beef Steak Supply

The jokes and gags and mystery of Inaba's beef and beef steak supply had always intrigued me so I went off to find out more about it. Possibly one of Inaba's "Seven Mysteries"... A conundrum more confusing than the fog itself, and it all comes down to... the owner of Souzai Daigaku!?

[msg MSG_NPC_02_05 [Out-of-towner]] The people around here are very friendly, aren't they? Then again, so are you. If I go to Junes, my neighbors all come out and talk about what I did there and what I bought and so on... But, it's not so bad. Being friendly is a good thing, isn't it? That store has a gashapon machine, but it only works on rainy days for some oddball reason. That's one of this town's "Seven Mysteries," apparently. Hahaha! This stuff only happens in the country, huh?

Yeah this is a really funny endeavor, but I've been curious about it ever since I started playing P4. Aside from Chie's obsession with this thing, it's a bit funny to learn about it when things started going from "beef and steak are Inaba's specialties!" to "hey, we don't really have any ranches nearby, so what's the deal?"

My research entails the funny mystery of the beef supply and where all the cattle come from, so the descriptions and quality of said beef and steak are kind of supplementary along with everything I've gathered. That being said, I've only examined the game itself. While my prior knowledge of things such as drama tracks, manga, spinoffs and ect. are what I currently know and not something I've actually examined as closely as my main source; which is the  game itself.

tl;dr Souzai Daigaku conspiracy Inaba beef probably isn’t beef the whole city goes mad THAT BEING SAID here's what I found

Besides Chie's obsessiveness with this thing and the fact there's "meat gum" which may or may not be related, "Inaba's specialty" of beef and steak is a funny little detail around the whole of Inaba.

They say beef and beef steak are the city's specialty. Folks in Okina being able to acknowledge it. However, they say it's only been like that just recently.

From the dialogue of the husband of Souzai Daigaku's owner:

[msg MSG_NPC_02_04 [Kind man]] If you're wondering what this town's specialty is, wonder no more! It has to be beef steak! But to be honest, it's only been that way for about a year. Before that, no one really cared about it. But my wife always liked it. That's why she started up Souzai Daigaku. She's got a good head for business. Now it's kind of a student hang out. I see this girl in a green track jacket all the time.

Beef is some sort of staple within Inaba at this point. Mainly something Souzai Daigaku serves, but also part of Aiya's menu and the special Beef Bowl Challenge they have on rainy days (or every Friday during the winter).

The way it's cooked in Souzai Daigaku is really tough in texture. "It's tough, hard to bite into, and it got cold while I was still eating it...It was tasty." - Marie.

Souzai Daigaku sells them awfully cheap and they’re sort of addictive, where the skewers and croquettes and a typical snack among the locals and highschoolers (Chie Satonaka). The specialty "Super croquette" often being sold-out, unless it's raining then maybe there's a better chance to get them. Aiya’s Beef Bowl Challenge also being unable to be served as ingredients have run dry.

However, it is said the quality of these products served at Souzai Daigaku are dependent on the owners' mood that day. "Their food tastes different depending on when you go." -Kanji

Souzai Daigaku's history itself is that the business within that establishment is a hobby by the owners, changing every two (2) years or so.

  This exchange between Yosuke and Yukiko:

[msg YOSUKE_W_YUKIKO_LV2_1 [Yosuke]] Oh yeah, my dad negotiated with Souzai Daigaku to see if they'd open up a branch in Junes. But he said they turned him down. They're just running the shop as a hobby... [msg YOSUKE_W_YUKIKO_LV2_2 [Yukiko]] Oh, Souzai Daigaku? They change the nature of that place from time to time... [msg YOSUKE_W_YUKIKO_LV2_3 [Yosuke]] The... nature of it? [msg YOSUKE_W_YUKIKO_LV2_4 [Yukiko]] Yes... The owner's the same, but what they do changes about every two years or so. It used to be a lingerie store, and before that I think it was a video rental place. [msg YOSUKE_W_YUKIKO_LV2_5 [Yosuke]] Yeah... that's definitely a hobby, not a business.

 Now, according to several accounts, stirs the mystery of Inaba's beef and steak supply.

There are no ranches within Inaba itself. And no idea who’s Souzai Daigaku suppliers at all.

An out-of-towner states there are ranches much too far away. The husband says there are some nearby, but they're only dairy cows, not beef cows. This is added on by a student saying it’s injected with fat to make it more tender. But that would just make the meat more expensive.

It’s explicitly labeled to be “Inaba Beef.” Unsure if Junes is being supplied and sells these things. Even the city-boy protagonist sounding surprised it tastes like beef at all.

[msg REIZOU_35] > You opened the fridge. > A steak bento is inside... > The package states: "100% Inaba Beef!" > ...... > Eat it...? [msg REIZOU_35_YES] > It DOES taste like beef...

It’s a “conspiracy” by Souzai Daigaku.

Addition to how well the products taste per day, during November when Nanako’s hospitalized, it appears that the business is also gravely affected. Accounts of the croquettes of Souzai Daigaku going bad, to the point a grandfather tells his daughter not to cook it.

In the end, it’s still considered “locally produced,” and with no word where Souzai Daigaku gets them. lol

  And here’s all the sources I’ve gathered from the script dump because i dont want to open the game and whatever. you should read the script dump it’s a nice hobby <- DESCENT TO HELL. sorry if it looks biased i am literally trying my best out here you can take a look at it yourself if you want.

Here’s a spreadsheet on the game’s voice lines but there’s also a section on how to interpret how the script dump works. probably. https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/e/2PACX-1vQpjr1lpowysg0fRlcyucPwMRkl4iEJHy82drM5HgbnQHgadT5TAO1lkOeZP96zGAGBxobi0e6L2MNN/pubhtml

That being said, these aren’t in order and I didn’t add dates or anything, but you can look at the script dump as a whole for context sorry again if this is bullshit lol

  YOSUKE SOCIAL LINK [msg MSG_001 [Yosuke]] Sticking chunks of steak in croquettes... Man, this really is the country, huh? Well, it is good... though it's tough. Chie called this stuff "tender and juicy"... What kinda teeth does she have...?

[msg MSG_0000 [[x 0x80 0x80]]] > The famous steak croquettes are tough...

KANJI SOCIAL LINK [msg MSG_000 [Kanji]] Chie-senpai says the steak bowl here is great. And hey, she's the expert.

MARIE SOCIAL LINK [msg MSG_000] > Shopping District, Souzai Daigaku... > At Marie's insistence, you have come here to eat steak skewers...

[msg MSG_001 [Marie]] It's tough, hard to bite into, and it got cold while I was still eating it.

[msg MSG_002 [Marie]] ...It was tasty. I remember it all from when we came here. This place, this taste, and you.

DAISUKE EVENING TALK [msg SP2_NIGHT09_TALK01_MES_S [Daisuke]] You went to the beach with Yosuke and the others? It's a pretty beach, isn't it? Then again, I've never been to any other beaches, so that's the only one I have to base things on. Well, I mean, I don't have a lot of beach experience, but at least we beat the city in terms of nature, right? What do you think? Is there anything else here in Inaba that's better than being in the city?

[sel SP2_NIGHT09_TALK01_MES_S_2 top] "Kind people." > "The food is good." "Let me think of something."

[msg SP2_NIGHT09_TALK01_MES_B [Daisuke]] We're only known for our steak. That's not much of a specialty... Well, if you think it's good, then that's all that matters.

[msg SP2_NIGHT09_TALK01_MES_B_2] > Daisuke smiles happily...

[msg SP2_NIGHT09_TALK01_MES_E [Daisuke]] We have all this land... I wish they'd made the schoolyard bigger. Then we could play more soccer. Y'know, have the guys on the bench do some scrimmaging while we're playing...

RISE EVENING TALK [msg RIS_NIGHT08_TALK03_MES_E [Rise]] Once you get addicted to good, cheap food like that, it's hard to stop eating it. It's the same way with Souzai Daigaku's steak skewers.

YUMI EVENING TALK [msg BU1_NIGHT12_TALK02_MES_S [Yumi]] It's almost Christmas. It's pretty much like any other day, to me. I know it's not the same as the name-brand stuff, but I made sure to order some chicken for Christmas from Junes. Yosuke-kun was begging me to help him with his quota, and I couldn't say no. I mean, I like chicken, so it's not like I'm suffering or anything. Why don't you help him out, too?

[sel BU1_NIGHT12_TALK02_MES_S_2 top] "Of course I will." > "I don't have the money." "I'm more of a cake guy."

[msg BU1_NIGHT12_TALK02_MES_B [Yumi]] Oh, that's a problem. We are just in high school, after all. It might be less traditional, but steak skewers are a lot more accessible for us, aren't they?

[msg BU1_NIGHT12_TALK02_MES_B_2] > Yumi is smiling...

[msg BU1_NIGHT12_TALK02_MES_E [Yumi]] He gave me some coupons to thank me for ordering from him... But they're all for Christmas stuff. I guess he's really out for business!

[msg BU1_NIGHT06_TALK02_MES_E [Yumi]] All this talk about curry is making me want some. A neighbor gave us some "Inaba beef," so maybe I'll make curry tomorrow...

CHIE EVENING TALK [msg CHI_NIGHT05_TALK01_MES_I_2 [Chie]] Meat Gum is the best way to finish off a steak dinner! This sinewy texture's too good. Well, we should get going.

[msg CHI_NIGHT07_TALK03_MES_E [Chie]] But what with how hot it is, I'm starting to crave some cold ice cream too... There's already Meat Gum--don't you think they should make Meat Ice Cream? I bet it would be a huge hit!

COSTUME [msg COStalk_KUM_14_Change_1 [Teddie]] This is an interesting outfit, isn't it? Trigger tree!  C'mon Sensei, gimme some canday! ...Just no meat gum, though.  I got one from Chie-chan once, and one is enough for a lifetime.

[msg COStalk_KUM_14_Dialo01_1 [Teddie]] Tada!

[msg COStalk_KUM_14_Dialo01_2 [Chie]] Ahahaha! That's great, Teddie! You're totally a pumpkin!

[msg COStalk_KUM_14_Dialo01_3 [Teddie]] Hehehe, trigger tree! Chie-chan, won't you give me some canday!?

[msg COStalk_KUM_14_Dialo01_4 [Chie]] Oh, I have some candy! It's meat gum! It's steaktacular!

[msg COStalk_KUM_14_Dialo01_5 [Teddie]] What? It's meat, but it's gum? This bear's seen everything now.

[msg COStalk_KUM_CHRISTMAS_OF [Teddie]] Wow, it's Santa! I want a present... No meat gum, please.

NON-PARTY DUNGEON DIALOGUE [msg YOSUKE_W_YUKIKO_LV2_1 [Yosuke]] Oh yeah, my dad negotiated with Souzai Daigaku to see if they'd open up a branch in Junes. But he said they turned him down. They're just running the shop as a hobby...

[msg YOSUKE_W_YUKIKO_LV2_2 [Yukiko]] Oh, Souzai Daigaku? They change the nature of that place from time to time...

[msg YOSUKE_W_YUKIKO_LV2_3 [Yosuke]] The... nature of it?

[msg YOSUKE_W_YUKIKO_LV2_4 [Yukiko]] Yes... The owner's the same, but what they do changes about every two years or so. It used to be a lingerie store, and before that I think it was a video rental place.

[msg YOSUKE_W_YUKIKO_LV2_5 [Yosuke]] Yeah... that's definitely a hobby, not a business.

[msg YOSUKE_W_KANJI_LV2_1 [Yosuke]] Oh yeah, my dad negotiated with Souzai Daigaku to see if they'd open up a branch in Junes. But he said they turned him down. They're just running the shop as a hobby...

[msg YOSUKE_W_KANJI_LV2_2 [Kanji]] Their food tastes different depending on when you go. That hobby stuff aside, ain't it more how they feel on that day?

[msg YOSUKE_W_KANJI_LV2_3 [Yosuke]] ...I'm glad they turned down our offer.

FRIDGE [msg REIZOU_35] > You opened the fridge. > A steak bento is inside... > The package states: "100% Inaba Beef!" > ...... > Eat it...?

[msg REIZOU_35_YES] > It DOES taste like beef...

OVERWORLD NPC [msg MSG_NPC_08_16 [Lazy male student]] Hey, did you hear? The beef they use in grilled steak is supposedly from regular dairy cows. People are saying that they inject each piece of meat with fat to make it more  tender... I don't believe it though. It'd cost way more to have every single piece of meat individually injected. Well, maybe they could find some way to make it cheaper, but still...

[msg MSG_NPC_01_07 [Homely student]] You ever been to Souzai Daigaku? They know how to run a business there. They're always on top of the latest trends, and the woman who runs the place is really into it. They're the ones who made the grilled steak croquette, you know. Kind of a random specialty, but people love it. ...Hm. Now that I think about it, how do you decide what makes something "special" anyway?

[msg MSG_NPC_01_13 [Homely student]] Hey... Do you like grilled steak?

[sel test_sel01_13 top] "It's pretty good." [a] "It's kinda gross." [b]

[msg MSG_NPC_01_13a [Homely student]] ...It may be best to lay off that stuff, though. Just between you and me... but, there's a rumor going around that the grilled steak isn't real meat... or something...

[msg MSG_NPC_01_13b [Homely student]] Oh. Just forget I said anything, then.

[msg MSG_NPC_04_04 [Lady]] Oh, it's you again. Listen to this, I heard it from someone in the neighborhood. The local specialty of Inaba, grilled steak. I heard that it's a fake. It seems like they just made it up because they needed to come up with a specialty quickly... Well, at least that's what the new rumors are saying.

[msg MSG_NPC_06_03 [Carefree guy]] ...Hey, hey, get this! We don't have any cows around here, right? So why is Inaba's specialty grilled steak, huh?

[msg MSG_NPC_06_05 [Carefree guy]] I told you about there being no beef cows here so... there's something bothering me. Souzai Daigaku's beef... doesn't it seem a little TOO cheap? Don't get me wrong, it tastes good, but... Doesn't it seem kinda odd?

[msg MSG_NPC_06_14 [Carefree guy]] Seriously, Inaba beef's pretty suspicious... I swear it's a conspiracy by Souzai Daigaku. But it tastes so damn good. I think it actually tastes better than before now... Dammit, now I'm curious... What's the truth behind this beef...?

[msg MSG_NPC_02_05 [Out-of-towner]] The people around here are very friendly, aren't they? Then again, so are you. If I go to Junes, my neighbors all come out and talk about what I did there and what I bought and so on... But, it's not so bad. Being friendly is a good thing, isn't it? That store has a gashapon machine, but it only works on rainy days for some oddball reason. That's one of this town's "Seven Mysteries," apparently. Hahaha! This stuff only happens in the country, huh?

[msg MSG_NPC_02_14 [Out-of-towner]] This village's specialty is grilled steak. But... I don't see any cows anywhere. The only ranch I can think of around here is really far away. ...Isn't that odd? Where does all this meat come from?

[msg MSG_NPC_01_15 [Shopping woman]] Shopping woman:What should I do for dinner tonight... Maybe I'll make croquettes. The trick is to fry them at a high temperature. If the oil isn't hot enough, they'll get all soggy. Loud old man: Not that I'm complaining about your cooking, but... Don't make beef croquettes! Shopping woman: Huh? Why not? Loud old man: You don't know!? Right now, Inaba's beef is... Uh... Well... Never mind! Shopping woman: How strange... Grandfather would never say anything bad about Inaba.

[msg MSG_NPC_02_04 [Kind man]] If you're wondering what this town's specialty is, wonder no more! It has to be beef steak! But to be honest, it's only been that way for about a year. Before that, no one really cared about it. But my wife always liked it. That's why she started up Souzai Daigaku. She's got a good head for business. Now it's kind of a student hang out. I see this girl in a green track jacket all the time.

[msg MSG_NPC_02_12 [Kind man]] Something's been bothering me lately. ...Isn't it kinda weird that beef steak is our specialty, when there aren't any ranches nearby? We're getting it pretty cheap, but... only my wife really knows where we get it from. I left it up to her...

[msg MSG_NPC_02_17 [Kind man]] I've been hearing a lot of unpleasant things... There are some ranches not too far away, but they've only got dairy cows there. What does it all mean? What kind of meat are we using in our steaks?

[msg MSG_NPC_02_20 [Kind man]] My wife, she... She said she was tired of me. Can you be tired... of a person like that? If she says so, it must be true, right? She told me not to worry about the steak... We've got reliable suppliers, she said. My wife says it's true... it must be. I just won't think about it...

[msg MSG_NPC_02_25 [Kind man]] Hey, it's pretty cold, isn't it? I bet if you ate something from Souzai Daigaku, you'll warm up. I let my wife handle the beef, but I've been helping with the croquettes.

[msg MSG_NPC_02_26 [Kind man]] *yawn* I haven't been getting much sleep lately. My wife and I have been having long talks all night. We've decided that Souzai Daigaku should have a special limited-time menu to celebrate Valentine's Day. Hmm... Perhaps some Inaba beef fondue, with chocolate sauce?

[msg MSG_NPC_05_10 [Male student]] Tests are coming up soon, but there's still time to procrastinate! I'll keep my all-night studying schedule... huh? ...Did something happen to you? I don't know, but... cheer up! At times like this, I'd tell you to eat a croquette... But recently, even those have started to taste bad.

OKINA [msg MSG_NPC_10_11_1205_040 [Hungry young man]] Inaba, huh...? I hear the steaks are good in Inaba...

OKINA SCOOTER PICKUP CONTEST [msg MSG_NPC_19_NANPA_00_000 [Flamboyant high school girl]] And that guy trying to pick me up was such a loser. That nose piercing of his made him look like a cow!

[msg MSG_NPC_19_NANPA_00_010 [Loud high school girl]] Hahahaha! That sounds awful! What did he think he was, Inaba beef?

DECEMBER FOG [msg MES_015] > The classroom is in an uproar... Male student: I've been thinking that I won't have to worry about anything as long as I do what everyone else is doing. Female student: Yeah, I'm the same way! The TV will tell us what to do! Male student: Yeah, I hardly even care about the fog anymore, either. By the way... Have you heard the rumor about the grilled steak they sell at the shopping district...? Female student: Really? That's not what I heard. I heard that the lady at Souzai Daigaku is... Ms. Sofue: Everyone, please quiet down right-- ...Huh!? What did you just say!? Can you give me any details!? > The uproar only grows louder...

GOLDEN EPILOGUE [msg MSG_007 [Troubled man]] But... what are we supposed to sell in a "locally produced goods" section? I guess the steak kabobs are good, but what other stuff is there? We're not famous for anything else…

[zoeyslament]

In acting class, we learned about Stainislavski’s Theory, and a big part of that is Objective. So I took my RtC Pokemon AU and analyized it for Objective!

also, feeling obligated to tag @margo-mania, the kool moot who is helping develop this goofy au!

Stainislavski’s Theory as used in my stupid RtC AU

“Objective”

Group objective: To find, study, and befriend (and maybe fight) the mythical Pokémon Deoxys

Singular Objectives:

Ricky: Wants to study the Pokémon that come from a land beyond our own. Spends hours staring up at the sky, looking for something, anything, that proves other life exists. Once he catches wind of Deoxys’s landing, he knows he’s found his evidence

Noel: Wants nothing more than to draw and write about the beauty and magic of Legendary and Mythical Pokémon. He tags along with Ricky because he’s starting to get lonely when it’s just him traveling alone with Absol. 

Ocean: Your stereotypical “wants to be the very best” trainer. She gets caught up with Noel and Ricky after her Vaporeon accidentally attacks them. She has been recently defeated at a Gym, and once the boys tell her about their quest to find Deoxys (Quest for the Other Worlds, as Noel calls it in his journal) she tags along in hopes that defeating Deoxys will make her strong enough to become the Champion.

Constance: She’s lived her entire life cooking at her family’s inn. She loves her family and her home region, but she also longs for adventure. While they’re staying at the Inn, Ricky lets her look through his notes on space Pokémon. She is intrigued, and in the night, knocks on the group’s door. The four of them then run off into the night.

Mischa: A real man of mystery. His objective is entirely unclear. All the group knows is that he’s from a land far away and he’s been training with his Zoroark. It’s later revealed that he used to be a recruit of Team Plasma and feels really bad for it, so he’s distant. It doesn’t help that he and Noel are falling in love throughout this entire story because I am a sucker for Nischa. (Yes the others tease them the entire time)

Penny: Oh, dear sweet Penny…she’s on the run from the cops the entire time. She’s an ex Team Magma member who never quite abandoned her team. She’s mostly with Team Cyclone right now because they’re protecting her from law enforcement!

[malleux]

Hello! I hope you're doing well, may I participate in the match up event?

My pronouns are she/her, and I have a preference towards men.

Hobbies: reading (any form, as of current I've been reading a lot of manhwa), arts, theatre production, videogames (I usually play action RPGs, fighting, gatcha and rhythm games), watching anime, cooking (by small extension), history

Skills: draw and paint (digital+ traditional), animate (just s tiny bit), arts and crafts (for set and props mostly), playing video games (is that even a skill ??? I'm not a god but I'd like to think I play games pretty well enough), writing (less creative more on academic/reports), cooking (I can only follow a recipe though), sewing (just good enough to mend small holes/ put things together)

Personality: infj, introverted, emphatic, laid back, understanding, supportive, creative, humorous, sarcastic, witty, determined, can be dense at times, lazy, intuitive (idk I'm able to guess things based on intuition), reserved (I only ever actually open up to ppl i know well), stuck in my head day dreaming/ thinking (it could be about anything lmao), non confrontational but passive agressive

Love language: quality time, acts of service (giving)

That's all! I hope this wasn't too much!!!

hi! this is perfect, thank you for requesting!

i match you with… heizou!

Hear me out… detective couple.

When I read your bio, I kind of honed in on your intuition. At first, heizou is a little on edge. He’d originally just hired you as a secretary to take requests and write down cases for him to focus on, but he couldn’t help but be intrigued when you’d make off-handed comments about them.

You talked about someone who came in and asked Heizou to investigate the mysterious disappearance of his business partner. The guy seemed severely distraught, but you’d had a bad feeling about him from the beginning. His actions just seemed… off to you, giving you a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach that was hard to shake.

Later on, it came to light that the man was behind his partner’s disappearance. He didn’t want to share the fortune, and played it off as a kidnapping from a rival business.

After many more cases with similar circumstances, Heizou started to pay more attention to you. He’d ask your opinion on things, letting you take your time and read over evidence and statements that he’d collected. Heizou would take anything you said into consideration, not hesitating to look into something you felt wasn’t right.

You became his partner in solving crime, the Watson to his Sherlock, and started to develop an unbreakable bond— the foundation of trust and partnership built long before you had actually become a couple.

Once you are a couple, though, the crime stopper partnership doesn’t end. If anything, it grows stronger. You’re hanging out way more outside of work, and Heizou will even take the day off for the two of you to have a date or take a break if he feels like you’re overworking yourselves.

Often takes you to theatre productions in Inazuma. Marionette puppet shows are common, and sometimes they are inspired by cases that the two of you solve. It’s a fun date night— spending time together, reminiscing of the past.

When you’re busy daydreaming on the job, Heizou just smiles. He assumes you’re working hard and thinking about a case, even if you’re definitely just daydreaming about him. Or the book you’re reading. Or literally anything else. He’s so proud of u.

It takes the both of you a while to fully open up to each other, but the vulnerability and level of closeness you have with each other is worth the wait. Heizou is someone you can genuinely trust and depend on with your life, and he feels the same about you. He picks up on the tiniest things about you and is never wrong with his observations.

When you’re passive aggressive to someone you’re not too fond of, Heizou knows. When your social battery is running low, Heizou knows. He makes the best escape plans for any situation, and gets the two of you alone quickly. For your sake, of course. Totally not also because he wants some alone time.

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Iteration - a Malevolent fic, epilogue

John has been poisoned. Who did it? Unknown. How can he be saved? If not for Arthur, he wouldn't.

The ripples from this event hit far distant shores, and no one will come out of it unchanged.

Part 100 of the Surrogate series.

AO3 - epilogue

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The poison was a mystery, and apparently, would always be. This… This would not do.

A spell to activate it was clever. The description of a sauce didn’t make sense, initially, but a magic surge to specifically catalyze the poison into its active form? Absolutely brilliant. Which made sense, given whom she thought had made it.

The Keeper had observed the tiny, frail, twitching piece of magic for hours, dissecting it thread by thread, vivisecting this unthinking, unfeeling living spell so she could see the ways each bit of magic interconnected. There, a specific intent to precipitate one ingredient into a solid from its dissolved state; there, a flash of energy directed just so to charge the particles in question, activating the magical cascade that chewed away at the injured fragments of gods and shunted them out, away, gone.

But fascinating as it was, she had pieces of a puzzle that were not complete. Dagon could not give her a name for the poison, and didn’t know how it was made. She’d paced, and brooded, and researched, and considered asking Dagon for every antidote he could cook up that might clue her in (damn the price!), but it wasn’t enough.

That’s when she heard the whistling.

Sharp, clever, perfectly on-pitch, yet absolutely chaotic in its purported melody. It was very clearly Kayne, in the Scriptorium, doing… something?

Whatever he was doing, he was bringing it her way.

And he was a mess.

Torn. Bloodied. He stopped whistling to grin at her like some rabid coyote, and then resumed, walking forward. His ichor was eating holes in the floor.

“Kayne!” She couldn’t quite keep herself from being bright and bubbly, the intrigue and the questions and the mystery and the need roiling together into a sound like teeth gnashing in delight upon seeing a meal. “Where are you going? What are you doing? Did you see what happened?”

“Heeeey, baby sis!” he said with a wave (flinging more ichor, which sizzled and spit as it ate into whatever it touched). “Got you a present! Oh wait, gotta finish my performance, ahem, ah… oooooooh!” He pressed the back of his ichor-dark hand to his forehead and threw his head back like some damsel in a movie. “Alas, I am done for!” And with all the drama of a thousand cats, he flopped onto his back on the floor.

She watched, silent and still, for a long second.

Wait. That was her cue!

“Oh no!” she cried, sweeping to his side, kneeling and pulling his limp form onto her lap. “My dearest brother, struck down but steadfast to return unto me! Pray tell, Kayne, speak softly to me; tell me your efforts were not in vain, so I may avenge thee!”

He gave her the most exaggerated wink. “No need, fair one, for I have avenged mineself!” He paused. “Myself? Mine… self? Well, either way, I actually didn’t do that, but I did getcha a present.” He held up a small, square crystal.

Inside, etched into the glass, was a recipe.

“I put on a show,” he said.

She gasped, soft, reverent, taking the crystal and rotating it in her hands to see every angle, the words trying to crawl from her sight but pinned in place. This was it. The poison. This was it! “Really? For me?”

“Well,” he said, and though he was grinning, his voice dropped into a terrible register. “I might’ve needed to remind someone not to fuck with my show, and also wanted them to think that they could fight me off.” He rolled his eyes back, and for a moment, aped dead, tongue improbably long and hanging out of his mouth. Then he grinned at her again. “I was just such a pain in the ass that he gave me the damned recipe to make me go away.” He cackled.

She grappled him within all four of her arms (and about five more for good measure), clutching him tight to her chest. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I need to tell Dagon right away. Everything was so muted and mixed with the interference I couldn’t tell—thank you!” And then she paused, hands ruffling his mussed and bloodied hair. “Do you need to be healed? A silly question, I know, but I can at least fix up your guise for you.”

“Weeeell…” Somehow, he did puppy eyes. “I can do it myself, buuuuut….” And he arched dramatically over her skirt-covered knees. “Oh, alas, I gots a owie…”

She pulled out a black silk handkerchief and tenderly daubed at his brow, power thrumming as his guise knit back together, leaving clean streaks of unblemished skin amidst the ichor that coated him. “But… why walk away?” She asked, torn flesh knitting back together under her ministrations. “This… you caught him, fair and square. He tried to kill your stars. Why let him go? Why not really make him suffer for it?”

That smile was worse, poisonous, dark, hungry. “Because it wouldn’t be enough, doll. There is a fucking reason no one has tried to go against me in millennia, and our brother… our fool of a sibling… thinks that reason doesn’t apply to him.” He stretched. “I mean, sure, he could quit now, but we both know he won’t. And sure, I could have called him on it now, but who the fuck cares? It’s just two gods squabbling over mortal toys. Nothing interesting about it. But.” He wriggled. “Oh, oh, oh, this? This is a fuckin’ guillotine of his own making. I’m not just gonna stop him. I’m not just gonna call him out. I am gonna humiliate him, hurt him, fucking castrate him, and do it all in such a way that he won’t stick his bleeding dicks out of his lab again for a million fuckin’ years. Even letting him pick me apart tonight was all steps on that road. I want him to think he can hurt me. When that axe falls, doll… it’s gonna be memorable.” He laughed, a sanity-shredding sound to match that smile. “They might even end up writing songs about it.” He suddenly drooped again. “Woe is me! I got bited. For He Was Just Too Much.”

“Oh nooooo,” the Keeper said, keeping up with the dramatics (if only just) while her mind clicked and whirred. “I… I see. It’s not about… them. It’s about making an impression.”

It did not feel good to say. She liked them. Her hearts hurt.

But that didn’t matter; her brother’s games were his own, and she could respect the main drive behind it. She was not his keeper (hehe), and neither was he hers. And wasn’t this a better solution, anyway? In the long run, this would keep him from sniffing at her door before long.

(She was, still, deeply angry about the incident at the House of the Worm. The servants of that awful sibling had stolen things right under her nose, and destroyed knowledge in the process. But that was her axe to grind, and she would not ask Kayne to heft it for her.)

“Humans have an expression I like,” he said. “‘An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.’ Teach a lesson good enough, you’ve only got to teach it once.” He wriggled again, settling on and in her lap like a cat. “I hope you like the recipe. Wasn’t why I went, but you know. Thought of you, and I was already there.”

“Don’t read my mind,” she huffed, but there was no force behind the words, merely a childish whine. “I really needed this. Both for your purposes, and… It doesn’t get much more rare than this.” Her voice was hushed. “I’ll get your show back on the road soon. Promise.”

“Aww, you don’t gotta, but thanks. They’ll manage.” He grinned. “So you like your present? Huh? Huh? Who’s the best older brother? I am!”

“You are!” She lifted him into the air, spun him, and brought him back into a crushing hug. “I love it, Kayne, I do. You’re the best. And, well, I will shortly be paid for the antidote, once I can confirm with Dagon. This is so helpful.”

“Ha,” Kayne said at her, at everybody, at nobody, and enjoyed being fussed over until he got bored.

#

Hastur tried to be a good god. Just. Right. According to his own code, anyway. But this…

This wasn’t the right thing to do. Yet… it was the right thing to do.

It was true that Bh’tnnkr’nuah would never leave those mines. He couldn’t; if anyone saw him again, it would be saying Hastur was weak, or hadn’t meant his word, or wouldn’t pursue suffering in exchange for wicked deeds.

But some part of Hastur understood. Understood this fool who’d thrown everything away for the sake of…

Of course he knew where the mate and daughter went. They weren’t hard to find. And he didn’t have to let them know he was the one who set up communications so these three could talk, see each other’s faces every night, even if they were separated by entire worlds.

The communication crystals were from his treasury, and marked when sent as final wages, paid in full, to be followed by no more. But this family could talk. See each other.

If, in time, that mate and child wanted to… visit him in the mines, Hastur would allow it—but that was far, far in the future. For now, this gut-wrenching mercy would have to do.

He understood Bh’tnnkr’nuah’s decision, but he could never forgive it. And as for whoever had pretended to be Gokar’luh…

The death of his son was out now, no way around it. Time for that part of the plan to slot into place—the pretended dismissal, the frustration that his banished child should have been so stupid, the laughter that Gokar’luh could ever have thought he’d succeed.

Tomorrow. The lies and sharp-toothed deceit, the pretense at the asbsence of grief… tomorrow.

Tonight, he sat alone in his room, and held Gokar’luh’s crown, and wept, for he understood the assassin he could never, ever forgive.

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Notes:

(Note from Trin: it's my birthday, and I am a hobbit, so... here's 21,000 words for you!)

[aliceinclockland]

(cardcaptor high school au drabble)

akiho & kaito's first day in crystal high would be their scary (and kinda awkward) introductions to section cosmos— reasons being:

1. they transferred in the middle of the school year (the school rarely allows those type of transfers), and

2. they had not-so-good experiences with the previous schools they were enrolled in.

but at the end they went home happy :)

kaito actually attended school 3 days after because he wasn't sure if they'll be accepted by their classmates or they'll be the "odd ones" again, just like the past schools.

on akiho's first day, he really didn't want her to go, but akiho assured him that she can handle herself, and added that if he's really worried, he can go with her anytime (after all, lilie enrolled BOTH of them and it's supposedly his first day too). in the end, he denied the offer and chose to anxiously wait for her to be home.

after hearing akiho telling lots of stories after her first day, he became curious. it was rare to see akiho telling school stories while smiling, so he wanted to see the section for himself.

he went with her on the third day. it was a wednesday. new students typically get introduced at the beginning of the week, but there he was, standing by the board. silently waiting for their teacher's cue for him to introduce himself to the class.

"good day, everyone. my name is kaito." he says as he looks for akiho's face in the crowd.

his face remains emotionless as the class looks at him curiously.

"i just transferred here, and i live with akiho's family. that is all." he says as he looked over to where akiho is seated and saw two girls talking to her. from what he remembers from her first day stories, these two must be the students named sakura and tomoyo.

the teacher assigned the seat behind akiho, but before he sat there he wanted to introduce himself to the girls who made akiho happy on her first day.

tomoyo was intrigued by his mannerisms while sakura tells him it's alright to be informal with them. kaito told them they both learned how to speak their language in a formal manner so it's hard to change it. tomoyo joked that she finally have "formal-speaking buddies".

during lunch break, the three girls invited him to eat lunch with the entire group, where he met the rest of them.

naoko and chiharu shared some gossip they've heard about kaito— mainly how "mysterious" he is and how many girls are interested in him. he was worried that he might've done something bad to be within the radar of any student here. the two assures him that what they've heard about him has been mostly positive.

kaito and akiho then opened their lunch box, and everyone marveled at how cute every dish looks. akiho proudly commented that kaito made all of it himself. kaito swore that he could see sparkles in everyone's eyes when they looked at him, probably out of curiosity.

not used to all this attention, he blurted out that he learned how to cook at a very young age. rika, who just arrived (she had to run some errands for a teacher), said that she had to do the same thing too.

that's when they got reminded that everyone haven't introduced themselves properly to kaito yet, so they did.

rika volunteered to be first, since she talked last in the most recent conversation, then yamazaki followed suit. he was about to give a random trivia before chiharu cuts him out with her introduction. naoko followed after, and then syaoran was next.

last to introduce themselves were sakura and tomoyo. after they introduced, kaito honestly confessed that he has heard a lot about the group, and he thanked all of them for taking care of akiho on her first two days.

sakura then told him that akiho is their friend, and that she and kaito can join the group anytime.

the rest of the day was a breeze, and kaito was more than happy that they both ended up in section cosmos.

it's almost as if fate decided that him and akiho will meet sakura's friend group because it knows that they'll be warmly welcomed by them.

for the first time, he looks forward in going to school with akiho.

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and cut!

my brain is having too much thoughts rn so this might not be as coherent but the plot outline in my head is:

kaito and akiho's first day. akiho went to school first, kaito went on their 3rd day, was welcomed by everyone despite his fear of them being treated like they're different taking over, and he's never been happier to go to school with akiho after he met sakura's group.

still remained a man of few words, though.

I'd like to believe that him and syaoran actually became close bc they share some similarities 😁

i think that's it? good night 😴

[boliv-jenta]

When the West Was Wild

Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Silva x OFC (no description, a last name is given in later chapters)

Story summary: A women making her own way in the lawless West has her quiet night interrupted by a stranger in need. While helping him she finds a few unmet needs of her own.

Chapter summary: Silva fulfills all his duties as her 'husband', except the one she wants him to the most.

It felt strange to have so much free time. Since she had moved here there was always something to do. Her chores took hours, then there was cooking and taking care of herself. None of that was her concern now. Silva had taken over pretty much everything. When she found him tending to the last of her vegetable garden early one morning she had protested.

He had simple fixed his hat upon his head and carried on digging. "I know you are capable of doing these chores even in your condition. I doubt I've ever met a more capable woman, maybe save for Mary up there." His moustache twitched with a supressed smile. "I mean no disrespect but while I am here you don't need to do anything. You or the babe will no want for a thing."

But she want for something, him. Desperately. All this new found time had just freed her up to think about him. The deep, rumble of his voice. The perfect pout of his lips. His thick, tousled hair streak with grey, that shimmered in the light. The solidness of his body. The sheer size of his hands. It didn't help that he had taken to touching her. To comfort her. Guide her. He would put his hands on her waist to help her down from the wagon now. His hands might as well have been a branding iron. She still felt the seer of them on her. The mark of them would stay with her forever. Her need for him had even slipped into her writing.

Since she was a child she was fascinated with pirates. Her nanny told her stories about her early life in the Caribbean. All the things she had witness. Tales of treachery between the men, of hidden treasures, of mutiny. Her young mind was completely captivated. As soon as she was old enough to research it for herself she had delved into stories of a time that wasn't so long ago that felt like another world. On a trip to Boston she had even visited the site of Rachel Well's hanging. She though about if she would have had it in her to take up piracy to survive if she hadn't been born into affluence. Her fixation on the subject soon inspired her to write many a short story. She had promised herself she would write a full novel. A complex tale of a women thriving in man's world. With twists and turns, intrigue, mystery. With her new experiences it should have been even easier. Unfortunately, every time she put pen to paper all she could write about was her secondary plot, a love affair between her main character and her first mate. Some of her desires had found their way onto the page. After writing several pages on her heroine and love engaging in amorous congress on the deck of her ship, Silva had returned home. On seeing her flushed face, he believed she had the vapours and wanted to call for the doctor. Fanning herself with the offending pages, she promised him she was fine, she had simply been sitting too close to the fire before her returned.

That was only slightly less mortifying than the time the first storm of the season had blown through. The wind felled a tree on Thomas's land. The tree in turn broke a fence and the few sheep he had ran loose. Silva had been sleeping when Thomas banged on the door for help. Silva only had time to slip on his jeans for decency, his upper half was only clad in his undershirt. By the time the two of them had gotten the sheep rounded up in the heavy rain. Silva was soaked through. His undershirt clung to him. Allowing her to see every curve of every muscle. The top of the shirt was unbuttoned giving her a tantalising glimpse of his bare chest. The French term 'La petite mort' sprang to mind. Her consciousness was indeed weakened. The throb between her legs was near unbearable, to the point she thought she may die if she didn't seek relief.

As Sliva began to dry his hair by the fire as best he could she retreated to her room to ease her current state. In her haste to do so she had dived under her covers without moving the old sowing tin on her bed, where it rested after she made some alterations to her clothes. When her, particularly exquisite, release came, she knocked the tin off her bed. The crash alert led Silva, who came running. She managed, or she hoped managed, to convince him she had simple fallen in her dream and jerk awake, knocking the heavy tin in the process.

Her mornings were filled with writing, articles, her novel, lists for everything she would need to prepare for the baby. It's the least she could do for the poor child. For some reason she just couldn't be excited for their arrival. It wasn't that she didn't want the baby. It just didn't even seem real. She had a small bump and an odd fluttering sensation now and then but that was it. She couldn't imagine for the life of her that she was growing a person inside of her. Maybe she was still in shock from it all. Holding a hand over her stomach she reassured herself that she would feel different once the baby was here.

The late afternoons and evenings were her new favourite part of her day. In the afternoon Silva had started to teach her some of his skills. Whittling was fast becoming her favourite. Not just because she got to see Silva's talented hands at work close up. There was so much wonder in taking a piece of wood creating something beautiful from it. It was similar to when she wrote. How she turn a blank page into something beautiful or powerful, capable of bringing great joy or evoking sadness. He taught her to whittle arrows. Then he taught her how to shoot them. That proved quite difficult. For some reason her aim was always just off or her stance wasn't quite right. Silva had to repeatedly correct her posture or the positioning of her hands. His own hands coming up over hers, his chest at her back, manipulating her body into position. His calm voice in her ear "Breath. Take you time. Then release."

Releasing was definitely on her mind by the time they were through.

The evenings were filled with cooking, writing and reading. Silva was a quick study. Thanks to his mother's insistence, he was already rather a good cook. He just needed so guidance with the herbs and flowers the local area had to offer. For a man who often referred to himself as a simple man, one who put simple practically above all else, he had a complex pallet. He was able to pick up on even the most subtle flavours. She wondered if he'd let her take him for a meal in the city. She'd very much enjoy the sounds of enjoyment that well cooked meal would pull from him.

Reading and writing took a bit more work. The words he knew on sight gave a good basis. His extensive vocabulary helped him work out others. For every word she taught him from her books, he taught her one. Some even in other languages. Chinese. French.

"Where did you learn all this?" She had marvelled, sitting next to him in the glow of the fire.

"I've travelled from sea to sea and back again. I've worked with all kinds of folk." There's more to learnin' that what's in these books. There's a whole world out there."

"Yeah, I had noticed."

"Is that what made you want to move here?"

"Kind off. I wanted an adventure. I wanted my novel to feel authentic. I didn't see how I could write of adventure when I hadn't had any. My husband wanted to show of to his friends so we moved."

"If I can be bold, do you miss him?"

"Not him exactly. I miss the good times we shared. We had a long courtship before we married. There were a lot of fun times. Times when I felt cared for. I miss that."

"Do you not feel cared for now?" He left the words hand there, heavy with implication, until his nerves got the best of him. "You have Mary and Thomas."

She caught it, how he almost opened up then tried to hide, to scramble back into the cover of leaving things unspoken.

"And you?" She tried to sound matter of fact, to hide the quiver in her voice brought on by her trembling heart.

"And me." He nodded.

That was the first time he'd alluded to the fact that he was there for her. He'd spoke about repaying her, being there to help here with the baby, he never said anything about being there for her.

They shared a knowing smile before she got back to reading.

A knock at the door disturbed them. Silva moved to the window. As her peered out he locked eyes with Sheriff Rockwood. It was too late for him to hide. "Sheriff." He cursed over his shoulder as she approached him. Bracing themselves, they opened the door.

"Evening Sir. Ma'am." He tipped his hat at both of them. May I come in?" Silva moved back allowing the older man room to enter.

"I'm sorry to bother you. Even more sorry to come baring bad news. We found a body. It's wasn't too far from here. It was off the main road. Between the elements...Ma'am forgive me of speaking of things in front of a lady but...between the elements and the wildlife there was not much to look at. We did however, find a number of items that point to the remains being those of your husband." He studied Silva's reaction as he spoke. Silva reacted with suitable shock, he even forced himself to look bothered by your husband's passing. "Which begs the question of who exactly this gentleman is?"

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[invisibleraven]

"visit an antique book story, choose books for each other to read" and Rulie??

They were actually out window shopping when they found it, a small little store just off the beaten path that had Julie intrigued. And Reggie was happy enough to be pulled along.

The bell over the door chimed as they entered, an older lady waving at them from behind the counter, and Julie stopped. The place smelled a little musty, but overwhelmingly of old books, and she just let the aroma pass over her.

"it smells like my nona in here," Reggie commented. "She loved old books."

"We should browse, see if we can find something for each other," Julie said.

"Whoever does better gets to choose dinner tonight?' Reggie proposed, a competitive gleam in his eye.

"You're going down Peters!" Julie replied, shaking on it, then reeling him in for a tiny peck before diving into the shelves.

Reggie smiled at her retreating back, then slowly started traipsing through the aisles. He could see countless mystery titles but passed those by, it was definitely a genre neither of them were great fans of. Same too of horror. He liked horror movies okay, but reading it wasn't his cup of tea.

A few biographies were interesting, but nothing screamed at him that it would be a perfect choice for Julie.

Then he was in the classic literature section, and Reggie knew he hit paydirt. Julie loved Austen and Bronte, he had fond memories of laying his head on her lap as she read Pride and Prejudice to him, toying with his hair the whole while.

Of course, he had done the same for her, reading the Lord of the Rings trilogy, not even caring that she fell asleep part way through Fellowship. It had been a nice way to spend an afternoon, his favourite girl and his favourite book all curled together.

With that in mind, Reggie grabbed another Austen title, bound in thick blue leather with gilded edges. He knew it probably cost a fortune, but no price was too great for Julie.

He met her at the cash register, her purchase already wrapped up, and she playfully hid her eyes as his was given the same treatment. "Home?' she suggested, offering her hand.

"Home."

Once there, they giddily exchanged bags, Reggie urging Julie to go first. She gasped as she pulled out the copy of Sense and Sensibility. "Oh Reggie, it's beautiful!"

"I figured you could read it to me like we did Pride and Prejudice?" he suggested.

"I'd love that," she whispered, wiping at her eyes. "You know this was my abuela's favourite book? She gave me a copy when I was a kid, and I've loved it ever since."

"Well then I'm honoured that you get to share it with me," Reggie said, bringing her hand up to kiss her knuckles.

Then he opened his book, and stared down at the copy of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.

"You said you had fond memories of your nona reading this to you as a kid," Julie said. "And I thought..."

"It's perfect," Reggie stated. "I haven't read it in forever though."

"Well we'll just have to enjoy it together then," Julie surmised. "After dinner, which will be mac & cheese because I want something warm and comforting before we spend the evening curled up with a book."

"Coming right up," Reggie said, going off to start cooking.

It might had been chance that lead them to the store, but the books they bought there became treasured relics in their home. So much so that when Luna was old enough, they read her both, forever instilling in her a love of books, just as their families had for them.

And they did the same for their grandchildren as well, the books forever having a home in the hearts of their family, just as they always would.

[rayne-storm]

I'm Not Asking For the Moon

AUgust 8 - Wildcard: Arranged Marriage

Fandom: DA:I

Summary: Solas x Lavellan

He offers an arrangement- a practical arrangement - where he will take care of her, and in return she keeps him company, shows up as a pretty face when he needs to go to fancy places.

And maybe she can learn to love him, given time.

A/N: this is sort of a songfic? Based on "Practical Arranfement" by Sting. I know it isn't the traditional set up for an arranged marriage, but I like it well enough.

******

She's uneasy, as usual, around the mysterious elder. He showed up, one day, and everyone seemed drawn in by his charm, by his intriguing manner of speaking, how he seemed to know things no one else did. The way he looks young and old at the same time, knowing and youthful, perhaps eternal. It makes the hairs on her neck stand up and her ears twitch.

He could look at you, and it felt like he was poring over your soul.

She's uneasy. But never disrespectful. She's uneasy. But willing to talk and listen when he's around. And she does appreciate that he, in, turn, listens when she speaks (rare though it is).

The others treat her with a wary sort of respect, but that's about it. She's an outsider. Fade-touched. Even in their clan, she is unusual. Some say a harbinger, some say the second coming of a Goddess. Her face remains unmarked, as no one was willing to mar her skin. She doesn't like that she feels naked compared to the rest of the clan.

But he too is unmarked. And doesn't look at her like an oddity, or a devil, or anything more than a person. It would be nice if she didn't also occasionally catch him staring in a way that felt… possessive. Predatory. Like a wolf.

He comes to her, one day, asking if they might talk. Alone. Her hairs stand up on the back of her neck, she feels her ears twitch slightly. But she knows that even if he tries something, she is fast, she is cunning, she can fight. So she agrees, and they walk through the park near where the clan is camped, pausing by a fountain, the running water obscuring other sounds.

"Lady Lavellan, I-"

"Please, hahren, call me Winter. That is my name."

His ears duck slightly, a nearly endearing gesture, and he glances down.

"Of course. Winter. I… have thought, considerably, about my current situation, and yours, and I would like to… offer an arrangement. A practical arrangement."

That bids poorly.

"What sort, Hahren?"

"Please, Solas. Just Solas. But… it would be… a union, if you will. A meeting of our respective assets. A joining."

"Solas, are you proposing?"

He blushes at that, and can't hide the flutter of emotions that pass over his usually serene, stoic features.

"Perhaps. I… I'm not asking for the moon, not promising some kind of paradise. I… am lonely, I confess. And you are… you feel, I think, like an outsider. Like me."

"Not like you, you're a respectable sort. I'm… a black sheep."

"Not to me."

She doesn't know quite what to say to that. It's honest, she can tell that much. His eyes dart around her face, looking for any sign that she feels any which way about this.

"What all would this entail? Would I just be a warm body to you, ease your loneliness that way?"

"No!" It is swift and biting. The mere suggestion seems to offend him.

"No," he repeats, softer, "We could sleep in separate beds. You wouldn't have to cook for me, or even learn to… I just… admire you, greatly. You are intelligent, clever, strong. You are more than capable of accompanying me on my journeys, and… maybe you could learn to love me, given time…"

It won't be difficult, if he's really like this. Soft. Strong, still, knowing still, but… gentle. The Wolf domesticated. It's still a lot to take in, more even to think about. But…

"I think I could, yes."

She can't help admiring the way the blush continues to settle on his features, or the pale blue of his eyes darkening slightly as they widen.

"You… accept?"

"Yes. When shall we get married, hahren?"

"As soon as you are comfortable, da'len. Ma vhenan."

Oh. Now she's the one blushing. He's really laying all of his feelings out. For her. Just her. It could go to her head if she isn't careful.

"I think that the clan leader is free tonight. If you're alright with that."

"I am."

***

They are married in a quiet ceremony, and Solas keeps looking at her as though she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, even in her secondhand dress, her hair hurriedly braided up by flustered women who make no effort to hide their shock… or dismay.

She knows that there are girls around the small field (where the nuptials are performed) dressed in their finest, hoping to sway the man into some manner of last-minute change of mind. But he doesn't so much as glance their way. His focus remains on Winter, bare faces a match in nerves, in tints of red as vows are exchanged, in tunnel-vision as the ceremony winds to a close.

"May I?" He asks gently, when told he might kiss her, and she surprises herself by nodding.

It's sweet, gentle, but promises more. Much more, should she simply ask.

Perhaps she can come to love him sooner than he thinks.

****

As Thedas erupts into chaos, as an anchor is seared into her unlucky hand, Solas is there. His face is horror and pride and relief when she seals the first Rift, his hand holding her arm up when she begins to feel faint.

He knows more than he lets on.

She was perceptive before, to the workings of the veil and the fade, and now the edges of his silhouette dance, touched by spirits and fade whispers. She isn't sure how she feels about learning more and more about her husband every day. When they can be together.

Her time, suddenly, begins to be consumed by others, by strangers worshipping her as the Herald of a Goddess she doesn't believe in. It weighs her heart down and she can all but feel the way her demeanor shifts, becomes lined and wan.

But still, he looks at her like some kind of miracle. Like the moon or stars. He still talks to her like a person, not like a devil or a Saint.

He stays with her, when he can.

They still sleep in separate beds. But now he waltzes with her in dreams. One night, he dares to steal another kiss, and she wakes up breathless.

***

The Inquisition is breached, and she doesn't know how she's survived when she wakes up in a camp far away, to his face gazing down at her with concern, with fear, with something she doesn't recognize. He holds her close and murmurs sweet nothings in Elvhen. Promises to be by her always. To keep her close, to protect her.

He doesn't leave her side for an instant until she can walk on her own. A doting husband, the kind she used to dream about as a little girl. That little girl wouldn't believe her if she described the man she would marry. It would be impossibly wonderful, and terribly strange.

He stays by her when they break camp to find a stronghold he promises is waiting for them in the Hinterlands. Skyhold is indeed a thing of great beauty, the stones humming as she walks through the old keep.

***

They waltz at an Orlesian ball, alone on a balcony, where wicked eyes can't see them. He murmurs how proud he is of her, how far she's come. How he knows how hard it is to be here, with this room full of serpents.

"Do you know," she begins, resting her head on his chest as they say to the music, "that I didn't think it would happen so quickly?"

"What, vhenan?"

"Ar lath ma," she murmurs, and his eyes well up (she didn't expect that), and he kisses her for the third time.

She invites him to sleep in her chambers, if he would like, from then on. It would ease her mind to have her husband close. The man and his counsel both.

It was a practical arrangement. But he gives her the world.

[flowerismi]

Dark Desires Chapter 2

This is a primarily Itachi x Hinata fanfic. It will also contain some Hinata Harem.

"Hey!"

Hinata said as she met Itachi's eyes in the doorframe of his apartment. And as she reached Itachi she was pulled into a hug by him. He smelled nice. And his chest behind that loose t-shirt felt so good. Hinata blushed vaguely.

"Welcome"

Itachi said as they walked into the apartment. It was a bigger apartment than hers. It had two floors. With an open ceiling of the living room to the top floor. The kitchen and living room were downstairs along with one bigger bathroom and one bedroom. While upstairs had three other bedrooms, a smaller washroom and toilet, and an outdoor terrace.

"It's not as nice as your place, but it has its charm"

Itachi said and smiled at Hinata. She looked up at him with intriguing eyes.

"Not at all! It's really nice!"

Hinata outbursted. Itachi's apartment was older, and the windows were smaller. But it all came down to individuals. What style people preferred. Itachi's apartment was in a much more quiet area. While Hinata's was closer to the center of the city, with much more noise.

"So, I was thinking we could make something together again? If you want to? I found it more fun cooking together with you than doing it alone"

Itachi said smiling his usual soft and gentle smile that Hinata adored. Hinata's eyes lit up with joy. And she nodded excitedly to him.

"Yes! I would love to!"

She replied. And Itachi chuckled back in agreement. They went out and down to a small local shopping mart to figure out what to get. Hinata felt nervous. She kept seeing couples going around, holding hands, kissing each other. Did people think they were a couple as well. Hinata blushed even more.

They finally came back home to Itachi and started cooking spaghetti and meatballs. A simple dish that they both craved. Hinata started cutting vegetables, while Itachi prepared the meat.

"So how has your week been?"

Itachi asked curious. Hinata sighed with a soft smile.

"It's been a long week. The teachers have not been holding back"

Hinata replied and giggled.

"University is a lot different than high school... The responsibility is on you to make sure you can follow the classes"

Hinata continued. Itachi looked over at her talking. He felt himself blush slightly. The evening was perfect. The food turned out well. They shared their thoughts and talked for longer than they expected.

"Should we clean before we watch the movies?"

Hinata asked as she took her plate to the kitchen.

"Yeah, then we don't have to worry about it later"

Itachi answered and started cleaning up the dishes. When they finally finished cleaning they went out and sat down on the sofa. Itachi handed Hinata a blanket and sat down beside her.

"So, this movie has some intense moments, but it's one of my all-time favorites. If it's too much you let me know okay?"

Itachi said as requested. And Hinata nodded back at him in agreement. Hinata wasn't really into mystery movies like this. But she was surprised at how into the movie she got.

"Wha? Isn't that the sister? Why would?... I don't understand it... Wait?..."

Hinata kept mumbling confused. Itachi couldn't help but laugh at her frustration with the plot.

"No! Noooo! It was her all along!?"

Hinata gasp at the point of no return. Widening her eyes and looking at Itachi. Itachi nodded back to her, confirming her comment.

"I can't believe it!"

Hinata said as the credits started rolling. Hinata continued talking about the many points of the movie. Itachi only smiled and laughed at her cute expressions and small epiphany.

"So, what do you think?"

Itachi then asked when Hinata finished her chatting.

"It was really intriguing! I can see why it's one of your favorites."

Hinata said with a smile.

"I'm glad to hear that."

Itachi replied happily.

"So now you get to show me the best of rom-com."

Itachi teased Hinata.

"Yes! I just have to go to the bathroom then I'm ready!"

Hinata said as she got up from the sofa. Itachi nodded and got up as well.

"I'll bring some more snacks, would you like another cup of tea? Or some more soda?"

Itachi asked as he headed for the kitchen.

"Uhm, maybe just a glass of water?"

Hinata requested on her way down the hallway to the bathroom.

"Right away miss"

Itachi replied. And Hinata giggled as she closed the door to the bathroom. She smiled to herself as she looked in the mirror. And giggled quietly as she felt her heart flutter with happiness. She was having such a great time. Feeling much joy spending time with Itachi. It just felt natural being with him. She could just be herself without any worries. Not hold back her thoughts. He seemed interested when she spoke. Listen and asked questions. Hinata remembered Itachi like that. Always so considerate and respectful of others. Hinata loved that about him.

As Hinata finished, she noticed that there wasn't any toilet paper left. She sighed as something just had to go negatively that day now that everything else was so perfect. Luckily she could reach over under the sink when she stretched far enough, and she opened up the sink cabinet. She found the toilet paper stacked on top of each other and pulled out one of them. She was about to close the cabinet again when she saw something. Hinata's eyes widened and her cheeks blushed.

After washing her hands, and drying them. She wanted to look further at the mystery in the cabinet. She knew she shouldn't. It was private. Maybe it wasn't Itachi's. Maybe it was one of his roommates. She sighed, knowing it was a bad idea. But couldn't help herself as she opened the cabinet and looked behind the rolls of toilet paper.

'... Wha... What is this?'

Hinata asked herself, as she pulled up a small book nsfw. She gulped as she saw the condoms, lubricant, and oils. Hinata held the book in her hand. She should put it back, she should leave it alone. But she just couldn't help it. And she took a peak inside the book.

'Yoni... Yoni Massage?'

Hinata read. She had never heard that word before. Looking at another book from the cabinet she saw it was a book about different sex positions and foreplay. What it stimulated and how to best achieve your climax. Hinata held her breath. As she felt become hotter.

'Is this the kind of thing Itachi is into?'

Hinata thought, as a small smile formed on her lips, and she bit her finger in excitement. Feeling her cheeks blush and her heart beat harder. Just the thought made her crotch feel hot and ache with lust.

Hinaya gasped as she realized she had spent a little too long in the bathroom. She put the things back and closed the cabinet door. Quietly sneaking out of the bathroom. Acting as if nothing had happened. She could feel she was still blushing, but she did her best to calm herself down as she reached the couch.

"I thought you might have left me and ran off"

Itachi said teasingly. Smiling to Hinata. Hinata feeling embarrassed looked away.

"Is everything okay?"

Itachi asked, noticing Hinaya was acting a bit differently. But she smiled back at him and shook her head.

"I'm fine my apologies, I just needed to freshen up a bit"

Hinata said apologetically and sat down beside Itachi. They started the movie and continued as before. Hinata couldn't see if Itachi was enjoying the movie or not. He seemed just like his usual self. So perhaps that was a good sign. But Hinata couldn't stop thinking about the things she saw in the cabinet. And as the movie showed an intense kissing scene. Hinata blushed and held her breath. As the room felt hotter than before, and she had to take her shirt off.

"Is it too hot?"

Itachi asked and was about to remove the blanket from them both. But Hinata held it and said it was alright.

"It'll be too cold without it, but too hot with both the blanket and my shirt. And I prefer the blanket"

Hinata said as she tried her best to smile and pretend as if everything was fine. As the movie ended Hinata found herself shedding a tear.

"It's just so cute... I love it."

Hinata said as she dried away the tear. She smiled and looked at Itachi. He was chuckling looking at how emotional Hinata was.

'So adorable...'

Itachi thought looking at her flustered cheeks. Which he thought was from watching the movie.

"So what do you think?"

Hinata asked, holding the blanket up to her shoulders. She looked in anticipation of what Itachi was about to say.

"Well..."

Itachi said. But Hinata could see he was hesitant to answer.

"Itachi, please tell me the truth. You don't have to lie and pretend you liked it if you didn't."

Hinata said and reached out to Itachi. As she placed her hand on his shoulder. Running it down his arm and pulling her hand to herself. His arm muscles felt so incredible. His skin was so soft. But underneath you could feel his hard and rough muscles. Hinata gulped and looked away from him. But she looked back at him as she heard him laughing.

"Well, it's not that I dislike it or anything... But, I don't think it's my genre. I mean I enjoyed watching it with you, and I would again. But maybe not a movie I would watch on my own or with my friends"

Itachi said and brushed his hand over Hinata's head. Feeling her soft hair that smelled like summer flowers and sweet drinks. Hinata on the other hand also felt captivated by Itachi's touch. He had a certain aura surrounding him. Everything around him was just calm and peaceful. It felt so nice and relaxing feeling his touch and being near him. Hinata smiled and closed her eyes feeling his fingers run over her scalp and through her hair.

Then everything stood still for Hinata. He was so close. So sexy in the dime light. So handsome in his loose t-shirt and messy hair. She wanted him to lean in and kiss her. She wanted to feel his chest and body. But Hinata knew Itachi would never make the first move. He never had.

"But Itachi... Don't you love her?"

Hinata had asked Itachi one of the last times she had seen him. Back when she was only 14. And he was 16. Hinata had seen how Itachi had the biggest crush on a classmate of his. And Hinata just couldn't understand why he didn't tell her. The girl would probably feel the same.

"I... I can't... I don't want to force my feeling on her..."

Itachi answered with a smile. Hinata didn't understand it at all. Why did he feel he was forcing his feelings on her?

"Let this be our little secret okay?"

Itachi said to Hinata and held out his pinky. Hinata sighed but promised and held out her pinky as well.

"Itachi..."

Hinata asked. Her voice was serious and sounded almost angry. Itachi widened his eyes shocked. He looked nervously back at Hinata, who was looking down. But she slowly raised her gaze to face him.

"Why didn't you tell her how you felt?"

Hinata asked. Itachi couldn't recall a time he had ever heard Hinata sound so serious. She always had such a sweet and innocent tone of voice. It was almost frightening hearing her like this.

"What? What do you mean?"

Itachi asked not sure what she was talking about. Hinata's face got more intense.

"Why did you feel like you were forcing your feelings on her? I just..."

Hinata continued frustrated. Why was this handsome, sweet, and gentle man feeling so low about himself? But the real reason Hinata was getting so frustrated was because she was the same as him.

Hinata never had the courage to ask out Naruto. She just kept her distance. She didn't want to lose what they already had. Their friendship. But it wasn't enough. Hinata wanted more. Wasn't that selfish of her though.

That's when Naruto finally confessed his feelings to her. Hinata never had to do the hard work of a confession. The pressure of failure. The fear of embarrassment. She was too scared to even try.

Hinata heard Itachi chuckling, smiling with a worried face. He looked down and away from Hinata.

"I... I don't know..."

Itachi said. It made Hinata so angry. Why were they both like this? She hated it. In frustration, Hinata pushed Itachi down on the couch. Itachi widened his eyes in shock. As Hinata had a hand on each side of his face. Looking intensely down at him. Hinata over him with his legs on each side of her. There was silence for a moment between them.

"Hinat-"

Itachi tried to call out to her. But he didn't get to finish her name. Hinata fell and let her lips meet his. She rested her weight on her arms while wrapping her fingers in his hair. She closed her eyes and let the kiss get more intense. Itachi was even more shocked and his eyes stayed open, watching Hinata as she raised her head slightly. Opening her eyes, looking down at him with a frightening and angry look. They were both gasping after the air. As saliva ran down their chins.

"I don't want to force my feeling on you but... You make me feel so good..."

Hinata said. She had never in her wildest dreams imagined she would be able to say that to anyone.

"So just... Let me be selfish for a moment."

Hinata said. Her voice began shaking. And Itachi saw tears forming in her eyes. Dripping down onto his face. Itachi reached up and dried the tears away. Looking at her beautiful face. Her white eyes shimmered with fear of rejection and embarrassment. Itachi smiled softly and pulled Hinata down to meet his lips again. This time he controlled it. And he let his tongue inside her mouth. Feeling her warmth. Playing with her tongue. He sat up slightly and pulled Hinata even closer to him. Their bodies almost reached each other. He let his hand run down her neck. And his mouth followed. Kissing her cheek to her ear. Her soft skin and sweet scent. Biting her ear, being careful of her earrings. He could hear Hinata's breathing, and feel her warm breath against his skin. It made the hair on his neck rise. And he smiled to himself. As it had been so long since he had enjoyed himself like this. He let his kisses go further down to her neck. Licking on her collarbone. He stopped to get a breath. And Hinata opened her eyes. They both looked at each other. Cheeks flustered, and bodies hot.

"Itachi... Can I... We... Can I fuck you?"

Hinaya asked. Itachi froze up instantly. His mind went off the roof. Hinata looked concerned back at him.

"Itachi? Do you want me to stop? I'm sor-"

Hinata said scared that she had taken it too far. But Itachi put his hand over her mouth. Looking back at her with a face red as a tomato.

"H-Hinata..."

Itachi said nervously.

"Don't ever ask if you can fuck me..."

Itachi said with a stern tone in his voice. Hinata got scared for a moment but as Itachi looked deep into her eyes she saw the lust in his eyes.

"Just do it..."

Itachi said. And removed his hand from her mouth. Hinata tried to hide the smile that formed on her lips. She blushed more and tears formed in her eyes again. She had never felt so spontaneous before. She pushed down her weight on Itachi again and kissed him as passionately as she knew how to. It felt so good to be this close to him. She felt Itachi run his hand up and down her back. His other hand held her arm tightly. Hinata started grinding her hips against him. And she felt how his body wanted more. Hinata pulled away from the kiss. As she was about to remove her shirt. But Itachi stopped up.

"Not here"

Itachi said. He sat up and Hinata fell back on the couch. She was startled as Itachi picked her up bridal style.

"I-Itachi, I can walk myself"

Hinata said nervously. Feeling insecure if she was too heavy. But Itachi only smiled at her seduction. He closed the door to his bedroom. And let Hinata fall onto the bed. He grabbed both her legs and pulled her closer to him. Hinata screamed while giggling with laughter. Excited and surprised by his grab on her. Itachi pulled off her socks and moved further up to her skirt. Hinata looked embarrassed up at him with a small smile.

"Everything okay?"

Itachi asked with a caring smile.

"I'm okay... Just insecurities."

Hinata giggled nervously.

"What do you have to be insecure about?"

Itachi asked chuckling.

"I don't know... I just... Am I pretty enough? Is my body weird? What if you don't like me... Am I good enough?"

Hinata said, looking into Itachi's eyes as she said the last line. Itachi widened his eyes. Did she really not see just how beautiful and perfect she was?

"Hinata..."

Itachi said with a hesitant voice. He lifted Hinata's leg and kissed her feet. As he ran his fingers along the soft skin of her calf.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You are the kindest and most caring human being. If anyone should be nervous it's whoever gets to share a bed with you"

Itachi said. Continuing his kisses down to her ankles.

"I've never been more nervous to be with anyone before than I am right now with you..."

Itachi said. Looking down at Hinata. Her eyes looked so beautiful. Her face filled with love as she smiled flustered from the compliments.

"Thank you... Thank you, Itachi..."

Hinata said as she pulled her leg from Itachi's grasp. She sat up and pulled Itachi down to her by his shirt. As she kissed him with a tear running down her cheek.

"I really want you..."

Hinata said back.

"I want you so bad... You're so handsome... You make me feel so hot inside..."

Hinata said. She just let all her thoughts out. She didn't hold back. Not to him. He started chuckling again. Smiling.

"You have to stop talking like that, or I might not be able to hold myself back"

Itachi said. His cheeks were also flustered. Hinata smiled and pulled her shirt off. Exposing her bra and bare stomach. Itachi gulped, getting more and more excited looking at her. He was about to pull his shirt off as well. But Hinata stopped him. She looked off to the side hesitant.

"Can I... Can I t-take it o-off you?"

Hinata asked nervous and embarrassed. Itachi blushed and smiled.

"Go ahead"

Itachi replied, with a taunting tone in his voice. Hinata felt a gush run through her. Hearing him talk like that. Hinata gulped and turned her attention to Itachi. She was feeling hot. It was so intense. She reached down and pulled the shirt off him. He helped her by raising his arm slightly. Hinata was met by his muscular upper body. She ran her finger down his chest. He felt warm.

"You can touch me if you want to"

Itachi said as he played with her. Hinata blushed more and looked startled up at him.

"I-I..."

Hinata said but stopped. She turned around feeling hot having him so close. But she felt Itachi run his hands from her shoulders down her arms. As he leaned in to kiss her neck. He bit her and chuckled as he left a mark on her. Hinata gasped startled.

"H-hey I-I have school on Monday"

Hinata called out giggling as she felt the mark he had left on her.

"I know... But for tonight, can you just be mine? I'm sorry if I'm selfish..."

Itachi whispered into her ear. Holding onto her arms harder. Hinata couldn't help but sigh.

"Then let's be selfish together... Even if it's just for tonight"

Hinata said. Itachi released his hold on her. And she turned around to face him. They both got out of their pants/skirts and pulled down their underwear nervously. Itachi, now completely naked, Hinata only having her bra on. She gulped as she opened the bra and it fell to the ground with the rest of the clothes. Itachi smirked to himself as he enjoyed the view of her naked body. Hinata was feeling so hot and her blood was running to her crotch.

"Itachi... Can you... Can you touch me?"

Hinata asked. She tried to look at him while she said it. But she ended up hiding her face in her hands. Itachi smiled and chuckled.

"It would be my pleasure."

Itachi said. He walked over and sat down on the bed. Leaning up against the headboard of the bed. He smirked and gestured for Hinata to sit in front of him. She gulped and crawled up on the bed. Sitting in front of him.

"Here, lean down, it's okay"

Itachi said, helping Hinata closer to him. Making her rest up against him. Hinata took a deep breath as she could feel his member pushing against her. She felt Itachi let his hands run down her arms. Pulling her hair away from her body. He let his hands run over her stomach. Making circles. He could hear Hinata's breathing increasing. Her body reacted to his touch.

He let his fingers run up to touch her lower breast. Going further and further until he reached her nipple. It was hard as a rock. She was so turned on right now. She gasped as Itachi pinched her sensitive nipple.

"Nhgn... Oh god..."

Hinata cried out to him. Itachi smiled to himself and moved his other hand down between her legs. Hinata was already wet. Her secretion met his fingers. As he ran his hand over her entrance. Hinata moaned out as he continued stimulating her nipple while playing with her pussy. He ran circular motions over her clit with his thumbs. While stroking her pussy with the rest of his fingers.

Hinata was hypnotized by his hands and their movements. The way he touched her was so different from what she had experienced previously with a partner. He was so delicate. The way he was caressing her body. Using his fingers to stimulate all of the different areas of Hinata's crotch. He moved his fingers to separate Hinata's inner lip folds. Hinata panted out loud as she felt his wet fingers brush over her entrance. Itachi then licked Hinata's neck the best he could sitting behind her. Having her rest up against his naked body. He bit and kissed her simultaneously. And caressed her nipples more softly. He then let his middle finger slide into Hinata. Moving it up to reach her G-spot. Hoping to get the best stimulation for Hinata.

"Arh... It feels so good"

Hinata yelped out with tears in her eyes. He really knew what he was doing. As his finger slid back and forth in her. While pushing up toward her G-spot. Hinata didn't know if she was about to reach her orgasm. But something inside of her was building up and she didn't want Itachi to stop. Itachi felt Hinata grab his arm that was playing with her nipples. She had a tight grip on him as she felt she might not be able to control herself. Itachi moved his second finger into her. Continuing his stimulations of her nipples and clit. He moved faster and slightly harder. As he heard Hinata's breathing getting faster and her body trying to fight the orgasm.

"I... Itachi... Arg... Ahh... Arghhhh!"

Hinata shrieked out as she reached her climax. Itachi got surprised as he noticed Hinata had an ejaculation with her orgasm and her secretion squirted out of her entrance. Hinata smiled in pleasure with closed eyes and furrowed eyebrows. She felt so selfish for asking Itachi for this. But she felt so good at that moment.

"Did it feel good?"

Itachi asked as he pulled his fingers out of her, and felt her body react to him leaving. Hinata nodded and quivered embarrassed. He could hear her fast panting getting slower. She turned her head and body to look at Itachi. Her face was flustered and her cheeks pink. She had the softest smile on her lips. As she fiddled with her hands. Feeling shy. Itachi reached up and gently brushed her cheek with his hand. Feeling Hinata nudging back at his palm with her cheek.

"... I-Itachi... Can I... Can I be at top?"

Hinata asked as she blinked and looked back at Itachi. Itachi smiled tauntingly and slowly pulled his hand away from her again. His eyes filled with excitement and lust. She seemed very hesitant and nervous. Almost as if she was afraid to ask him. Itachi pulled himself up and kissed her. Making her feel his willingness to let her do whatever she wanted. He left Hinata longing for more. As she almost clung to him as he pulled away from her. Ending their kissing. Itachi leaned over to his bedside table and opened one of the lower drawers. He pulled up a condom and ripped it open. Hinata continued blushing as she looked at Itachi. He was about to put it on when Hinata reached for his hand. Itachi looked curious up at her. Her face was as red as a tomato. Almost as if sweat was running down her face.

"C-can I do it f-for you?"

Hinata asked contented. As she felt so embarrassed asking him something like that. But she wanted to do it for him. She wanted to please him first, the way he had done to her.

"... Sure"

Itachi said with a soft smile and gentle eyes. He was so intrigued by her. He never would have taken her for the outgoing type regarding something so intimate as this. But she didn't seem to hold back her requests or curiosity. Which made Itachi glad. It showed how safe and comfortable she felt with him. He had known her for a long time after all. But perhaps she had come out of her shell these past few years. Where Itachi hadn't been in contact with her.

Hinata's eyes lit up and she smiled softly back to Itachi as he handed her the condom. He leaned back and let Hinata do what she wanted. She gulped as she looked down at his member. He was hard, but not fully erected. She slowly reached down and wrapped one of her hands around his member. As she started moving her hand up and down. Itachi widened his eyes surprised. Realizing she probably wanted to play with him all along. He smiled seducing feeling stimulated by her movements. He closed his eyes and enjoyed as she continued rubbing his member up and down. He was beginning to feel how his blood pressured in his member.

"Hinata... Can you... Put it on please"

Itachi called out to Hinata still with his eyes closed. He grabbed the bedframe with one arm and rested the rest of his weight on the bed. Cleansing his fist. Hinata looked shocked at Itachi. It almost seemed as if he was in pain. Hinata stopped what she was doing and quickly did her best to put on the condom. It was her first time doing it. But Itachi opened his eyes as he could feel Hinata struggling. He reached down and helped her get it on right. Before grabbing her face and pulling her to him passionately. He leaned back as he deepened the kiss. Letting his tongue eat her and play with her. Hinata felt Itachi let one of his hands down between her legs. Pulling her harder with his other hand holding the back of her head and her cheek with his thumb.

Itachi felt his finger getting wet as he put them inside Hinata again. Playing around with her. Before pulling out of her again. He stopped the kiss and opened his eyes to look into Hinata's eyes. He slowly grabbed around his member as he guided it up towards Hinata's entrance. Hinata's eyes widened startled as she felt the cold condom against her hot entrance. She gasped. Her breathing was too much so she opened her mouth panting heavily. Hinata could see Itachi was waiting for her. And she slowly started grinding against his member. Moving her hips to feel the length of him. Letting her secretion make the condom wet. She could see the pain on Itachi's face as he moaned out and shot his head back. He felt so good against her. She could feel herself getting hot again. Her nipple was hardening and her breasts aching. She reached down and got Itachi to remove his hand from his member. As she grabbed it and guided it to enter her. Itachi lifted his arms above his head. Resting them on the bed as he felt Hinata take control of him.

"Arh... Nhgn... Argh..."

Hinata started whimpering as she forced herself down onto Itachi's member. She could feel a tear form in her eye. The painful pleasure of feeling him fill her up. She could feel Itachi tense up as he just wanted to be swallowed up by her insides. Hinata kept going until she was sure all of him was inside her. She cried out as she pushed down onto him.

"Nghnn... Oh god..."

Hinata groaned out. Her breathing was hard and heavy. She rested her hands on Itachi's lower abdomen. Sitting still until she was sure she was ready to continue. Itachi looked satisfied up at her with a gentle smile. He felt so good. She was so tight around him. It felt as if he could feel her pulse through his member. As her heart was beating fast and hard. Her pulsing body reacted to getting penetrated by him. He looked up at Hinata. As she sighed and looked down at him with a smile. Hinata started moving her body. Riding him as she let his member slide back and forth inside of her. She was going slow. Still struggling with the intense emotions she was feeling. It was hard, but she kept going. She could hear Itachi's breathing getting faster as well. He seemed to be enjoying himself. As he watched Hinata's breasts bounce with each movement she made. Her hands were on his stomach. Trying to hold her balance.

Hinata then leaned forward and rested her weight on her arms. Her breasts were on Itachi's chest. She moved her hips to thrust harder and harder down on Itachi. With each thrust, she whimpered.

"Arg... Arh... Ah... Nhgn... Agh... Ahh..."

Hinata continued, gasping for air. When suddenly she felt Itachi grab her ass with both his hands. He held her tight and clenched hard.

"Ita-Argh!.. Arg!... Arh!... Ahhh!"

Hinata cried out as Itachi thrust Hinata down onto him with his grasp on her ass. He continued and made Hinata move faster as her movements now were controlled by Itachi. As he continued thrusting himself harder and faster. He could feel he was about to reach his orgasm. But it had to go faster. Much faster. He heard Hinata continuing to cry out with each thrust. And felt her breasts bounce against his chest. Her hard nipples against his soft skin. When finally he reached his climax and he let out a heavy moan as he clenched Hinata's ass cheeks and came inside of her. Only the condom between them.

They both lay down in silence. Only their heavy panting could be heard. Hinata on top of Itachi. She could feel his heart beating in his chest. She smiled happily to herself. As she closed her eyes and smelled how nice Itachi's scent was.

"Hinata... Are you okay?"

Itachi asked as he came back to his senses.

"Yeah..."

Hinata said with a soft tone, the smile on her lips could almost be heard through her voice. She raised her head to look up at Itachi. And Itachi blushed as he saw her beautiful eyes looking so longingly up at him.

"I'm sorry... I think I'm about to fall asleep."

Hinata said with tired eyes. She rested her head against Itachi's chest again. Feeling his soft skin and muscular body. Hearing his heart beating getting slower with each beat. She loved it.

"It's okay... You can sleep."

Itachi said as he stroked the top of her head. Hinata could feel his warm hand on her head. Playing with her hair. She didn't notice much more as she fell asleep.

When Hinata woke up, she could sense that she was naked. She gulped and her face got flustered. As she tried to comprehend the night that she had shared with Itachi. She then felt pressed up against something hard. She turned her head and saw Itachi behind her. His back turned to her. They had been sleeping back to back. Hinata smiled to herself and turned around. She sneaked her arms around him and hugged him tight. As she rested her face against his back. She could feel Itachi wake up. Itachi woke up feeling Hinata's breasts and nipples pressed up against his back. Her breathing was on his neck. And her naked body to his skin.

To be continued...

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AIdol

by ebi-hime

Price (US): $10.99

Included In: Bundle for Racial Equality and Justice

Genre: Visual Novel

Pitch: A Vocaloid fan is shocked when the virtual idol she adores sends her a DM—and says she's in trouble!

My expectations: Developer ebi-hime has published 39 anime-style visual novels to Itch in the past eight years. I can only see the date they were made available on Itch, so it's possible some were released somewhere else prior to 2015. Regardless, 39 games is a mind-boggling number of games for anyone to develop in one lifetime, and ebi does appear to be a one-woman developer. Okay, but anyone can throw something together at a weekend game jam and call it a game, right? Well, here's where it gets weirder. Many of the Itch listings include each visual novel's word count and estimated time to completion. Among the pages with this information, most hover around either 50,000 words (2-3 hours) or 100,000 words (4-6). At least one game is double that. And people are playing these. ebi has more than 3,000 followers on Steam. Three people I follow on Twitter also follow @ebihime, including one of my close, personal friends. AIdol was funded by a KickStarter campaign that raised $2,872. I'm not saying these are huge numbers, but these games have dedicated fans. I am beyond intrigued.

Review:

Hana is just a boring girl. She doesn’t have friends. Her hair is short. She doesn’t know anything about makeup. She can’t cook. She listens to music. And on top of all that, she can’t cook and she doesn’t have friends!

Maybe if Hana didn’t spend half of her time repeating this list of unremarkable characteristics to herself, she could develop a personality, but who needs to be a human when they could instead be a fan?

Her passion is “virtual idol” Aiko, a Vocaloid popstar who performs hologram shows and sells stomach-churning quantities of overpriced merch. She’s basically Hatsune Miku, except the Lyriq corporation has given her artificial sentience for some reason. But something sinister is happening at Lyriq. Aiko’s programmer has been fired. Her code has been changed, and her memory has been erased. Now Hana and Aiko must work together to solve the mystery.

This mostly involves oops-I-bumped-into-you-and-spilled-coffee meet-cutes and shirtless boys.

It all bores the heck out of me. After an hour of purple prose and static images of generic anime people, I started skipping dialogue, hoping to get to the end, but I couldn’t even put up with that. Not for me.

+ The intro sequence—lots of quick cuts and effects set to (I think) an original song. It's lively and well produced; not at all what I expect from a visual novel. + There are occasional typos and grammatical errors, but again, it surpasses my expectations for this type of game. + Professional-looking artwork. I don't know how much is original, but asset packs are made to be used. + Ditto, music.

– I brushed my hair away from my forehead. It's hot today, and I hoped it would help me to cool down. Mom thinks I should try a new style, but I don't know anything about hair. We disagree about hair, but I am lucky to have her. Sometimes when I look at her, I think she looks like she's the same age as me, except her hair is different than mine, and I don't know much about hair. Or makeup. I prefer Aiko figurines. I ordered one from AImazon, an online store that is very popular on the idol forms. Other people on the forums can be rude, which is why I'm thinking about cutting back to only posting for 14 hours a day. With my hair away from my face, cooling me on this hot afternoon, which feels as hot as yesterday, I leave the forum and turn my attention to Tumblr. "Now I understand how someone can write 39 visual novels," I write. – Aiko asks Hana to help her find her original programmer. Hana asks the idol forum if anyone knows anything. Then she hops on a train and visits Lyriq headquarters. She doesn't get any information there. She spends a few minutes commenting on every person she sees walking outside. (Throughout this scene, the only things onscreen are her internal monologue and a picture of a deserted city block.) She stops into a café and watches a young man order coffee, with all the pointless detail of that scene from The Room. The man bumps into her and almost spills the coffee. The game forgets about Hana and instead follows the man on his walk to his office, where he waits for an elevator, talks to a co-worker, goes up the elevator, and talks to another co-worker about his experience getting coffee. The perspective shifts again to this co-worker. We learn about her life for a few minutes, and then she sits down to do her work. Part of her job is moderating the idol forums. She sees Hana's post and closes the thread. Back at home, Hana reads every response to her question, until she finally sees that the thread has been closed. She texts Aiko to tell her the bad news. – No.

🧡🧡🤍🤍🤍 Bottom Line: Props for making a complete product with decent production value. Anime and visual novels with minimal interactivity don't usually do anything for me, but even if that is your scene, surely there are better options than AIdol.

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