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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐬) ⋮ Kaedehara Kazuha + General! AFAB! Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⋮ 8.5k (this is a big boy)

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 ⋮ One-Shot

𝐏𝐥𝐨𝐭 ⋮ The Vision Hunt Decree took many things away from people, your freedom was practically ripped away as you questioned what could keep you going after being torn away from your husband…

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ⋮ I really do just wanna run away with him!!!!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⋮ Writing contains spoilers for Inazuma lore and mentions of pregnancy

You longed for the emotions that was snatched from your grasp, desperately clinging to the way the things you’ve wanted so bad, honestly, there were much more things you needed to worry about that time when you were sole heir in [L/N] clan, one that was being constantly challenged over and over again. 

You’ve fought for so long for your proof of truly being right for it, while children spent days with their friends or were out with their parents getting food you were being trained relentlessly by your parents that were only able to conceive you before they were struck with infertility. You were the only one to exist in their eyes, unable to have many children for the bountiful clan you were forced to choose a suitor for the marriage.

“I don’t want to choose anyone…” You whined, you were only 13 at the time and the idea of being bounded to someone for the rest of your life caused you anxiety, “Well, you need to pick right now.” Your parents commanded, some stook out to you such as Ayato from the Kamisato Clan, you remembered him the familial meetings however, one left you to stare for a bit longer.

It was boy with platinum blond hair, you hadn’t really taken any notice to him physically other than what you had heard of his family being well off–In fact, he offered himself to you in an act save his family. You took notice of his courage, dedication to his family, and his financial situation. With someone like him as your husband, you could have your freedom as he truly wouldn’t be in control. Your little brain was unaware of the seriousness of it all, other than being told you guys would be together for as long as the two of you lived, you didn’t truly know what this marriage had meant.

At the time, they were one of the with history imbedded into the most extravagant parts of Inazuma and thus when the two of you were to meet the roles were discussed among the two of you. Only 14 at the time, you had questioned the many obstacles that were slowly beginning to put off the idea of you becoming a soldier alongside your parents and instead, you would be put into the position fit for becoming home bound.

Your family was the first to tell you of the situation between the two clans, around the time of your 15th birthday, the Kaedehara coming together with [L/N] clan in order to help try and save face, the heir found himself very much ready to accept the marriage even though you found great despair in the idea of losing your freedom to the act of becoming just someone who was housebound and childbearing, you wanted more than anything to explore the lands beyond Inazuma, becoming just like your parents and take their position was one ingrained as the future you needed to be in.

This wedding, only going on a week after your 15th birthday, would be the only time you’ve seen him besides the one portrait him shown by your parents at the meeting. You were worried for the situation in itself, you yearned that the boy you were marrying was one who would not withhold you of your freedom and yet, there was no real choice as it was left to your husband in the end. 

You remembered your wedding day, you were dressed into the traditional wear for a wedding, looking at yourself in the mirror as you found yourself being put under the expectations of the clan to represent yourself as abundance and grace to the people as you were making your way to the groom.

The act of marriage was draining, from the entirety of the ceremony and the act of keeping your eyes on the boy before you. All you did was stare at his lips, unable to look into his eyes. Nothing could stop you from this moment however, and now you would be swearing your life to this person before you, you looked at the one your life was now sworn to and nothing more brought you joy other than the hopes that your significant other at this moment would agree to the condition of you becoming a general in order to replace your parents.

You remembered the night after the wedding, the two of you leaving the event to head outside and sit to look out at the bright moon above you. You were both only a couple of inches away from one another, only glancing at one another frequently with the shared awkwardness. You wanted to talk to him, more like demand your freedom since that was now left to your husband and what he wanted for your life together. Without his permission your parents would stay in their positions until told by the boy you were now married to.

“Can I tell you something?” 

You raised a brow at this, a feeling of confliction on your face as you questioned what on earth, he could say to you at this moment that was more important than what you wanted to ask to him at this very second. The young man looked at you with soft eyes, he took a deep breath as he looked at you while you continued to face forward, you tried your hardest to hide the look subtle disappoint was written all over your face. 

“Of course.”

You stated, not knowing what to truly say as you found yourself lost in your mind with the idea of you losing your guaranteed position as general if you couldn’t immediately find out his plans of the life you had. You hated the power he had, not knowing that much about him hadn’t helped either as you looked at him with a look confusion.

“I understand that our time together is nothing short of an act of helping the Kaedehara clan from falling into obscurity…Nonetheless, I am glad you’re here with me.” 

“Because I am now bounded to you?” You spat, it was harsh and a very on the spot decision as you felt irritation crawl up your spine as you looked at the boy, “I know my purpose and I just want to get this over with so, I can explore Teyvat.” You explained. Kazuha took note of your hostility, wanting to try and ease the mood as he gave you a small smile, “I have no intentions of keeping you bounded to me…I want you to all to your hearts content.” You felt your cheeks lightly heat up; you turned your head to him with your hands now fidgeting with one another in embarrassment from the words. Your eyes widened to look at him in awe at what he was saying to you.

“My intentions with you are completely up to what you want, and I am in your debt for choosing to help the Kaedehara Clan.” You found yourself feeling a bit down after that, this was an act of kindness that you pushed against your parents and now that he was more willing to let you explore you found yourself longing for some type of path to help become more closer to him.

“Do you want to travel with me?” You questioned, you looked into the boy’s eyes with a face of sympathy, “I would love to.” The blond said, it was a very pleasant tone that you couldn’t help but look forward to everyday, you then turned to look back at the moon above while Kazuha’s cheeks began to turn pink wondering what to say.

“You know, the first time I laid eyes on you, I was starstruck. You were like the archons coming to bless me with all that I’ve asked for…You were the most magnificent person in the way your act of kindness had illuminated my future and your smile that lit up the world…” 

You were quick to call out to him, “I didn’t smile the whole ceremony…” You explained to him, nothing to truly combat such a lie as you found yourself now dismissive, Kazuha was quick to adjust himself to your looks where he was quick to grab your shoulders that made you look at him in result. You gasped at the sudden movement, looking into his eyes with confusion, you watched the scene before you, looking into his eyes with a look of pure curiosity as you analyzed the features on his face.

The young man you had married, who went by the name of Kazuha, was a sight for sore eyes to say the very least. Blessed with skin that looked as soft as silk with uniquely placed moles on his face, platinum blond hair with a single red streak on the right side of his face, the look in eyes were conveyed with his red eyes that resembled so familiar to the leaves of Autumn and even more so, his voice that cradled like you a newborn. 

You looked at the young man, nothing to truly say as you were enveloped in astonishment for him in the moonlight with look of seriousness on his face. You looked at Kazuha intricately, every feature opening a door to a new feeling that had begun to overwhelm you. Kazuha found his hand glide to your jaw, where he cupped your cheek with a slow rub of his thumb on the highest part of your cheek bone.

“When I saw you in those pictures, when I watched you fight against those who were upcoming soldiers never standing a chance against you, the smile that shined brightly in the sea of depression that laid burden to your glow. You were pure elegancy, refined, and your personality was full of life and warmth. I had never seen anyone so inspiring, and I knew in that moment I had to get to know you better…”

Kazuha continued to stroke your cheek, the illumination of the moon had only begun to display the subtle beauty of the man tenfold, opening feelings you had never felt before as you tried to your eyes away from counting the moles, or the shine of his lips, or the lovely strands, or even the way his eyelids began to become heavy.

“Every time I look at you, I am more and more captivated by your beauty and grace, and I am still in awe of you. You are truly a masterpiece. When I saw you in your wedding attire for the first time, you took my breath away. I had never seen anyone more lovely than you. You looked like an angel, and I couldn't help but feel overjoyed to be marrying such a person.”

You couldn’t feel something prickle at your eyes, you began to blink at an alarming rate as you began to question what in the world was going on with you, “Oh.” You cooed out softly, feeling the tears rush down your face before Kazuha went to wipe them, you instinctively flinched away before Kazuha reached for your shoulders and dragged you back into his arms where he had begun to hold you tight to him. 

Kazuha looked into your eyes, the red glow was apparent as it was enough to let Kazuha’s hands fall to your waist while yours laid on his chest, you looked into his with quivering smile before Kazuha gave you one that caused your every barrier to be wiped away as if a wave had taken down the sturdy walls of your castle where the flooding of emotions had continued to envelope you.

“I love you, my beloved.” 

You sighed softly, “Oh, my.” Before this moment you wouldn’t have look twice at Kazuha, and now the thought of staring at him for the rest of your life was one you had only hoped for. You let your half-lidded eyes began to close alongside Kazuha’s, the two of you still looking at one another before you felt the pair soft lips of your now husband against yours, at this moment nothing had mattered at this moment. You let yourself close off from all worries once you felt the lips of your significant other began to quell all your worries.

From that night on, you were continuing your path to exploring the many wonders of Teyvat with the help of your very supportive husband by your side. You were put through with rigorous training, as the call of being of general was one your parents were still cemented in, you fought against enemies of Inazuma alongside the exploring of Teyvat during your late teen years. Kazuha would stay in Inazuma at this time, wondering about you from afar as he sent you letters of encouragement after each battle has ended.

Very soon you were becoming a general, you were 5 Years strong with your man, your relationship was as loving as it got for the two of you until that day. You were there when it was called, due to your status as general however, similar to Kujou Sara, you were told to keep your vision and continue on with what your duties were told of you. You weren’t given initial word on the situation, a late day as your job grew to be more and more of pain your back, yet you must continue in order to preserve your name and make sure Kazuha’s father is well taken care as the time for his passing begins to draw closer. 

You kept to yourself about the situation until the city of Inazuma was all summoned for a search for a fugitive from the law. You were called in second to Kujou Sara, who would be sent to enforce the Vision Hunt Decree after the incident happened earlier that day, here you were in front of the shogun who looked down at you with hints of disappointment and anger once the almighty laid eyes on you. You were quick to take a knee to the one you followed in dear admiration. There would be no way you would be able to formulate for a response for what the Shogun told you.

“Your husband has been sentenced to execution.”

You were quick to feel your heart stop, the sweat from before that you were drenched in due to training and the blood in you had ran cold at the call of such a situation. You knew better than to argue and even more so, you knew there was nothing for you to truly doo as you found yourself slowly getting off your knee, you felt yourself become queasy and you looked into the Shogun’s eyes with a look of shock. The shogun took notice of your face, “It seems you were unaware of this.” You nodded at this, wondering what had happened whilst you were out training the day after Kazuha told you he would be out with his close friend.

“After the execution of my Musou No Hitotachi bestowed on his friend after trying to strike against I, the Raiden Shogun, and breaking numerous of the laws that are of the lowest of low for someone married into such an illustrious clan.” The Shogun dare not speak his name, you had put your weapon on the floor as you found yourself filled with immense emotion that could damage your reputation of your job as general and the clan your family has spent years perfecting.

You tossed your weapon for many reasons, one definitely being that regardless of everything you would indeed call for a challenge against the Shogun with a never-ending goal to kill them, there was nothing truly holding you back as you had nothing left to lose as you wiped the sweat off of your forehead and your face to hide the angered look on your face. “It seems he was able to snatch the vision from the now dead traitor, he has fled Inazuma as well as him being a vision wielder himself. Know that I’m disgusted and very much disappointed in what that man has become.” 

You looked into the eyes of the Shogun; you felt the tears well up in your eyes as you tried to look for a reason to stand on your own two feet at this moment. The realization setting on you with immense fear and anguish as you tried to find meaning and some type of reasoning to keep it together. 

Shogun sighed looked down at you, no emotion or care for your predicament as she then continued to explain to situation to you, “We have swept through yours and his father’s homes in search of him and any lead to where he has gone. We will be putting up the wanted posters and there will be a search for the man known as Kaedehara Kazuha.” The way the Shogun had spat his name that felt like the slur of the worst kind. 

“We will be intercepting the mail you and his father receive, in case he tries to contact either of you. That traitor would only be putting the two of in more trouble than he has already caused. If you see him, you will report him, turn him in, and if needed…To end that traitor’s life.” You weren’t there, something in your mind kept you there like the strings were sewn into your veins that moved you like a puppet. You let yourself blink, you were staring for so long to stop yourself from the tears, you looked into the Shogun’s eyes before balling your hand into a fist and brought to your heart.

“Yes, Mighty Shogun.”

You bowed then were dismissed, left to wander the empty city of Inazuma as those who populated were in fear of the Shogun’s hand, you made your way first to Kazuha’s father. The man was sick, in promise of wedding you would use all your money help the older man from falling ill and even more, protect him with all your heart.  You found yourself looking at the older man, whose eyes were red and puffy from the tears that ran down his cheeks, it was harsh sight as you found your own heart beginning to collapse in on itself as you looked at the man with nothing more empathetic stare as you aided him to sleep before helping clean up his home after the soldiers had no care for helping the father of traitor.

You finished up and began to head home. You remembered the sight when you opened the door, the look of disarrangement from the soldiers who shared no care in what was being delt to you for being married to the man to was now removed from the citizenship of Inazuma. Alas, there you wear feeling the home’s disfigurement as another reason to let the pain quell you into ever longing defeat that waited you.

You let yourself fall to your knees, with the papers on the ground surrounding you like the ruined nest, in that moment you let the situation take over you. You let yourself cry like a child, screaming and whining for your husband in the empty home the two of you shared. This type of crying, it was rare for you to let this happen and with Kazuha, every sentenced he uttered and every call of your name that slipped from his lips left you in a mess.

You cried for anything to hold you up and even more as you continued to cry out for anything bring you back to early this morning where you would’ve done everything in your power to restart everything and give you the chance to be engulfed in the young man.

It had been a year since the establishment of the Vision Hunt Decree and closing of Inazuma city borders. Tension grew rampant in the walls, even more as the year had fallen on you. 

You were remarried, your parents begging you to do so after Kazuha’s father had passed just a month after the calling for the head of Kaedehara Kazuha. You had no real choice, with one stroke of your parents would be able to rewrite your position as General and you would be disgarded with your vision snatched away from you.

The only thing keeping your ambition going was your job as General, the idea of losing your position was one that you had your heart ache in confusion and confliction as you were forced into the position, however, here you were latching onto the one thing you had semi control over with the quick answer for marriage.

You assembled to meet your new husband, one of a different clan that was still noble and held the Shogun up in their minds similar to that of worshiping the Archons. You found yourself uncaring of the situation, the idea of marrying in under a year was one you wanted to hold off as long as possible, on the other hand, your parents needed you married in under a month in order for your clan to stay true to reputation of upholding the world of the Shogun as general.

That’s when you married, one of the samurai from Raiden’s army, you were quick to choose another outfit for the wedding as your past wedding outfit was one that was kept for the memory of Kazuha. The year had been beating you with nothing left besides your body that suffered the scars and bruises from battle with the different armies and the mental battle that had eaten away at your desire to continue life as you know it with no left of love for anything.

You and your now husband were getting the photos taken for the home after having to remove all the pictures of Kazuha, your heart ached as you snatched one up before putting that picture with some left over poetry in a bow and burying on the hill where you and Kazuha shared a kiss that brought you joy and kept you in high spirits whenever you kissed the man your heart longed for so long for.

You, and the man you were married to, were on scene for the collection of a vision, keeping the people back in case of any rebellions coming to try and stop the act of removing a vision from ones who were not of high status. You found yourself watching as one shot from the crowd to collect the vision, the two of you watched in awe as the blond had held the vision in their hand looking up at the Shogun.

You were in awe and shock as you watched both soldiers who guarded the one, they were removing the vision from spring into action to try and collect the one who was going against the law of the Shogun. You watched as their blade was drawn, taking both of the soldiers with ease before the mighty Shogun made their way towards the blond.

With no vision they were still able to harness elemental energy in their palms, the way the people had reacted to the Shogun’s call for their eternity was nothing of a warning before the shot of electricity began its way to the sky whilst being released from the sword that the Shogun had now brought out. The summoning was elegant, when held up the sword radiating with determination of the Shogun as she called out to the blond before them.

“You will be inlaid upon this statue.”

The crowd gasped at the words, with the taking of the blond you and the soldier you were spending your time with were now to call for the residence of Inazuma to return home as this could result in a rebellion. Your calls were to make sure the public was hidden from such tragedies, the idea of eternity laid in the minds of all who obeyed the Shogun’s orders.

While the people were rushed home you were able to watch the fights conclusion, your eyes wide as the blond was now laid out on the floor, it left you in fear with your feet cemented to the floor as you watched the summoning of energy into the sword that was going to brought down on them. You felt emotions of pain and longing for such a rebellion, yet your duty called to you and dragged you away.

“We must hurry, beloved.” 

You were dragged along, your face still burdened with the memories of those passed and even more, you were there to witness all the Archons had to offer to you at this moment. The pain and grief-stricken look as you and the people were rushed away from the sight and continued to be pushed on back to their homes. You had worry, nonetheless, you would be called again by the Shogun in the recent events to help guard the palace, you awaited your calling at home for tomorrow.

It was nighttime, the man you were legally bounded to was across the table from you, instead of looking at him with all the passion a loving significant other should have you were staring into your favorite drink that lulled you to memories that have stayed dormant in you. You yearned for the look of fiery passion in his eyes in those of the one who sat before you, a uniqueness about them that kept you enamored in their appearance that could be as simple as moles, and yet, here you were finding the cup as the apple of your eye more than the man before you. 

You were disgusted in him at this moment, being lost in your mind did you no good as you were left to look down into the cup with a longing feeling. “Are you alright, beloved?” You nodded, no words to say as the act of talking to him had repulsed you beyond the edge of the universe. You looked into the man’s eyes, a smile on your face that reeked of sweetness that hid the scowl you’d have after he left. “Good…” The man sighed with relief before giving you a smile, “I can’t wait for you to have my children.” A soft peck on the forehead as your parents cooed in response to the one you would be carrying.

You hated the remark of children, you wanted to avoid this as becoming a general would guarantee that you wouldn’t have to endure them and continue your life with the freedom of your wealthy inheritance and to leave Inazuma. You shared a bed with the creatin who wanted nothing more of you than being an incubator, nothing to truly be excited for the days following and even more so at this night where you found your days being wasted by the dreams that let you in the grace of being in Kazuha’s arms once more with the nightmare of reality coming to cut your short of any type of happiness that you had longed for when you were of that young age.

You decided it was that time of night, when your husband left to do late night training where you left through the back door and went to where you had been going every time you had a night off. You took in the smell of the night, it was cold and yet, so nostalgic. You looked over a high peak of Inazuma where you were once on your wedding night with the only man you could ever love to help sooth you in ways no person could never imagine. Even years after the feeling continued to eat you alive, increasing frantically as you sat down in this same spot where you were once at your peak of happiness.

The world was dull around you, of course, without those bright and passionate eyes that looked over your expressions with joy as you read the writings that left you immersed in the beauty of the world you had never truly seemed to notice with the young man who brought you so much. Now you were back where this feeling originates, no spark to pick you up as you look over the edge to see the bright moon familiar to that night.

You sighed, letting yourself ease into the position before feeling the presence of another come close, “I apologize but this place is occupied.” You explained, your eyes not going far back as you continued to look forward with an uncaring face, there you were just looking forward as the ideas of having nothing more to do with your life beat you into submission.

You listened for their footsteps to continue, soon hearing the grass underneath them crushed as the person took their spot next to you with only a couple of inches keeping the two of you away from one another. You looked over at the lit-up city this night, the warm lights of the homes there could never replicate the feeling no matter how large your home was there was nothing that could replicate the feeling of being in the warmly lit home with the person to keep you warm that night, no light needed whatsoever.

“Are you okay?”

The person next to you spoke, their voice was raspy most likely exhaustion taken over as it was a long night, there voice seemed hardened by hardship faced such as screaming or excessive crying, something you had become quite intertwined with as the fact that the one you only loved was now gone and even more was someone who showed interest in you to open your eyes to the beauty of yourself.

“No.”

You were honest, there was no need to lie to the stranger next to you as you were quite enveloped in their voice that kept you nice and comfortable, honesty would be best to keep the conversation going as you longed to hear anyone actually want to talk to you outside of work or your arranged marriage that you wanted nothing to do with even after getting to know them.

You sighed before the person next you chuckled, “Is there something wrong?” You nodded at this eagerly, “There is…There’s always something wrong these days…” The person next to you had looked you closely, you felt their eyes on you and yet, you continued to look forward as you had no real words to say to him. “Well, can you tell me what’s wrong? I’m great at listening.”

You thought for a minute at this, you felt your heart ache at all the feelings you felt and even more, the idea of coming to spill your guts out to the person next to you was something you hadn’t expected as you questioned what you were on about in the first place. “I’m in love with someone who is not my current husband…” The person raised a brow, “Current Husband?”

You nodded at this, “Yes, sadly, I was forced to remarry in order to make sure my lover’s father did not die before he could return to say goodbye…” You felt yourself aching, your ribs closing around your organs like you were holding something in that was practically eating you alive. “I needed to keep my clan’s reputation as a general and as a heir…So, I let myself be wed…”

The person next to you sighed, “That sounds terrible…” You nodded at this, “What happened to your past husband?” You perked up at this, you could go on for hours about the man you’ve longed to be around for centuries as Kaedehara Kazuha was one for the books with his personality that made you feel you so war inside the act of a pyro vision couldn’t even compete, or the fact his writings were ones you kept secretly buried under where you sat as you reread them to hold the memory even closer to heart after your separation.

“Not in Inazuma…Not after his head was called for by the Shogun.” They hummed, "Do you believe they’ll come back?” You raised a brow at this before rolling your eyes the acknowledgment of it, “I don’t think so…” They hummed again, “Why not?” You rolled your neck as you adjusted your position to a more comfortable one, “I don’t think I’m worth coming back for. Especially since I’m remarried…I don’t know if he’ll still love me the same.” 

The person next to you smiled at this, their hands were quick to your face, they turned you to look at them with this longing look in their eyes with a soft smile as the person you found your voice began to make your throat swell out of the idea of being with them once more. You cooed to yourself as you questioned how you even felt at such a situation, you almost wanted to cry at looking into their face.

Kaedehara was a sight for the sorest eyes, his beauty that he held with ease had often times left you befuddled by such and even more now as age had beautiful laid their graceful hands on him with the most attentiveness. The young man’s hair was much longer, placed into a high ponytail with his bangs and hair coming to cover his ears, he had a lovely face to start off with and with age it continued to find its way as the scars on his face never deterred yet, added to the ruggedness that came with some of the worn-down material of his clothing.

You looked into his soft eyes; half lidded with a bright glint in the beautiful bright red eyes that glazed over you as your felt almost everything drown out your senses just leaving his voice alone for your tortured heart. “How I missed you…” The way Kazuha said your name made your lips fall into uncontrollable pout before you felt the tears prickle your eyes. 

You didn’t know what to say, the way your tongue was tied into the tightest of knots, you wanted to say something to bring attention to the way you felt for the man before you. You made a quick decision, you launched yourself at the young man before you with your arms wrapping around his neck.

Kazuha let you take him down on his back, you laid your head in the crook of his neck as you began to cry furiously as everything, squeezing him tightly with the fueling feeling that he might never return. It was almost as if he wasn’t real, you weren’t touching him, but you remembered pulling yourself up to look down at him where Kazuha removed his arms from around your waist to your face where he pulled you into his lips with the largest smile on his face.

You felt the tears hit your cheek, as you let yourself get pulled tighter into the kiss that enveloped you like you were a child, you whined into the kiss as you were so desperate for more of the love Kazuha had to offer to you. At this moment however, the two of you had to pull away from one another. 

“Moments like this can’t last forever…” Kazuha cried out; his voice sounded almost relieved as the tears leaked from his eyes at the thought of being in your presence again. You thought of that for a moment, a swiftness in you that left you with sense of longing for him. “Let's run away together.” You told him, he looked at you in bewilderment as you yourself looking down at him with yearning eyes.

Kazuha stuttered, “What about your husband?” The young man looked at you with pleading eyes, to forget all duties and come into his open arms that only unleashed themselves for you.  Forget him–All he wants for me is to be housebound and stuck in Inazuma for the rest of my days as his incubator!” You would never open up this much, even your closest that you knew of had never known about this part of the relationship. 

However, this was Kazuha you were talking about, you were practically opening the pages to your written story get torn away and replaced with the writings for your future endeavors with Kazuha. Kazuha’s eyes widened at this, as much as he wanted you to come with him on his travels and more, to come with him and spend time with the young man, there was nothing he could do legally as you had divorced Kazuha under the fact, he was now an outlaw that was granted to you by the Shogun. 

“Your marriage–” You barked at him, “Take me with you!” You cried out to him; you were practically in a mess of all the emotions you felt at this moment. Even if Kazuha was better at covering up such a thing as the years had hardened him and made him into the man he was today, there was nothing without your glow and your presence. The yearning to be in your arms again took over him, countless times you two were close to one another while he was hiding, he found himself never fully leaving Inazuma as he longed for your voice to call out for him.

Kazuha was smitten, absolutely infatuated with your existence, there was nothing stopping him at this moment where you and he could leave with one another and escape. “When the Vision Hunt Decree is rid of, I will take you to lands beyond Inazuma–Not just for fighting, but to take in nature as yours.” You nodded eagerly at this, you looked into the young man’s eyes before questioning the decree, “The end?” Kazuha hushed you, “Yes…A couple of friends of mine are coming together…” 

The young man explained to you, putting your hands on your mouth in astonishment as you questioned what on earth he was on about, “We are going to take on the Riden Shogun…We will end that decree, and we will travel the world.” You found your hands on his shoulders, his hands around your waist, you let your face fall onto his his below you as you cried out in joy for the plan Kazuha had laid before you. 

You decided to wait for this plan to come into fruition…

“My dear…” You felt your eyebrows furrow at the nickname, what could you possible say as you looked at your weapon with a longing for someone. When you found your eyes slowly looking up through your lashes to look at the man you questioned him, “Yes, husband of mine?” The man scoffed at such a phrasing, calling you out on the emotions buried in you that you hoped he wouldn’t spill in front of you for your heart to be on display and dissected by the one who you found no desire to be around.

“Your sadness for that wanderer that tried to ruin Inazuma…I noticed it when that blond laid on the ground and looked as if you were guilty or resentment for what you were doing.” The man spat, you almost cried out in a relief and so, you barked out a laugh at the man to hide the feeling of sympathy you felt for the blond that laid on the ground hoping that regardless of it all they would be granted the eternity of love and affection even if they were to do such a thing to the mighty Shogun.

“Nonsense. I have my values for my Shogun that exceed my love for even you, my dear.” It was a joke since you truly had no love for the man next to you or feelings of belonging under the hand of the Shogun. You felt the mention of long sting you, a common feeling as you watched couples frolic with one another only finding happiness in those relations whilst you were alone. 

The feeling of love you held for the man who had stayed in your heart so lovingly was one that hit you with a smidge of guilt as you thought of him while guardian with your significant other, “Really?” You nodded, chuckling at the questioning that came with a soft whine, “But of course. My duties come before all; never will they ever be dissuaded by such.” 

This was true.

What could you really say? The year after the deeply beloved man who had grown around your heart like an armor that kept you emotionally and physically protected, with an aura that they blessed you with when you had nothing but forced on duties, and the love that grew with the 5 years of marriage had brought you more and more joy than thee man next to you could never even think of reaching in your eyes.

“I understand.” The man sighed to himself, he pushed the loose brown strands from his face where you got to look at his nice fair skin and pretty brown eyes, you acknowledged that he was handsome yet, no beauty could catch your eye quite like Kazuha as his true excellency was not just a brief look but an in depth analyzation of everything that any man can bring to make you swoon for them.

“Do you think you’ll ever love me as much as you respect the Shogun?” You scoffed at this, thinking he could compete with the almighty woman that hailed down on Inazuma city, “we live under the ruling of such a God. We need to respect her more than we can love anyone so we can live in peace.” You looked into the man’s eyes, he sighed at your response before immediately changing his face to one of stern and a look of frustration as he got up from the table, “We should pay attention to our work.” You nodded at this and the two of you made your way over.

It was the night as of now, all had been settled from what you heard from Guards on the patrol at that time and in fact they had noticed the blond being escorted by Kujou Sara into the place of the Shogun. You, and the man you lived with, stayed near the gates. You were both behind them, just watching and waiting for something to happen. It wasn’t long before some energy was shot through the air that had caught all the guard's attention, you all flinched at this moment as the closest went over to the door whilst the near end rushed towards the gates. 

You found yourself watching as all the guards collapsed, the air had become dense and like dominoes you all were beginning t fall to the ground, the air was one you were unfamiliar with as you found yourself getting hit was such had begun to clog up your throat. You were quick to fall to your knees, grabbing your throat as Kaito rushed towards your side, holding you to stop your face from hitting the ground before he soon fell to unconsciousness. 

You looked around, all the guards still choking on the dense air that had become one a fear of any as some began to reach out to the one who opened the doors of the Shogun’s place. You all cried out in pain, groaning and moans that howled out only to fall on the deaf ears of the blond who passed you all.

You continued to hear of the noises that burdened you, your place on the floor with your head cradled under the chest of the one you looked on with unloving eyes, you found yourself more than hating the burden that life had become on you. You watched from afar as the Shogun began to make her way over to the blond, you wanted to say something, but as the dense air had grown thicker, there was nothing you could truly do besides let the darkness swallow you whole.

For all of Inazuma, that day was a moment of celebration for the Vision Hunt Decree and the gates of Inazuma to open once more to allow people their freedoms from within the walls and out as people were blessed with the future of their own versions of eternities to go and pursue.

You were bed ridden for a while, all soldiers inside of the palace were being taken care of and after some days most had begun to awake, there you laid in the bed, waiting for one or someone to come and comfort you. You were sat up on your bad, your back against the wall before slipping on the slippers that now quelled your feet, you didn’t truly know what to do as you stood up from your bed and dusted off the white clothing you were dressed in as you adjusted the long kimono like sleeves before making your way out of the building to look outside at all the people.

Some were soldiers that you looked after, reconnecting with loved ones as they cried in their arms with the cheers for those who were coming out of the healing area, you watched on in awe as the people were being cared for by those that had missed and those who had done the same for you. You felt your heart warm up as you watched the children run to their family dressed in the white robes. 

You looked on with your face almost scrunching up in pure jealousy before feeling a hand on your shoulder, you turned to look at the man you were married to, “With the demolishment of the laws such as the Vision Hunt Decree and the borders of Inazuma now opened for all to come…It seems as if everyone was finally free and happy to live in the hearts of their eternity.” You smiled at this, thinking of your eternity with Kazuha–It being cut off after the man who was legally bounded to you planted a kiss on your cheek, you found this feeling fleeting as the kiss gave you nothing but a reminder of the one who was now gone and even more as it was killing the reasoning for your own eternity before you found yourself scanning the crowd one more time.

You almost cried out in joy, your eyes landing a familiar platinum blond hair that congratulated those soldiers who were coming out of the same building as you with a large smile on his face that let you know of his joyful look in his face. You watched on in admiration as his words for just as beautiful as he was, the aura that warmed up everything inside of you and brought joy to the next day as you felt yourself hiccup.

You immediately put a hand over your mouth, your eyes were beginning to grow ever weaker as you looked at the young man that only stood a few feet away from you with the same look from before, you acknowledge his bandaged his hand and forearm and the scars on his face. You watched him, your heart pounding against your ribs as you questioned every God in the universe before you found yourself just staring at him.

You found your knees getting weak upon hearing his laughter. 

You felt the man you were married to go for your shoulders, you couldn’t stand by as you watched the one you love not to know of your status at this moment. You were quick to run over to him, practically launching yourself over as your weak knees branded you, you kept running however, as fast you could with your arms out and tears began to fall rapidly as you watched the young man only a few feet away.

You cried out for him, “Kazuha!” You were practically sobbing as you ran, nothing could stop you at this moment as you continued cry with your eyes closing only waiting for the impact of your beloved in your embrace. Kazuha was one who hadn’t truly noticed you until you called for his name and even more there was nothing stopping Kazuha from immediately pushing past those in the crowd.

Kazuha yelled out your name in fear, hoping this wasn't another delusion of you and he had heard of you, Kazuha noticed you with the body parts shown covered in scars from the fight for the Shogun’s laws that lead your department from the young man who practically needed you more than anything at this moment.

The two of you cried out to one another as soon as you were broth close enough to see one another, the puffiness of your eyes from crying and the tears that fell gracefully on his cheeks did nothing to help the engulfing of one another in a hug. You felt the young man’s strong arms around you, it was weird feeling Kazuha hold you so tight as his muscles were defined and more sculpted from when you saw last saw him. 

Kazuha was holding you up, your legs falling weak as he held you so close to his chest before placing your head below his chin and beginning to let the tears fall not in front of you however, as the years had become so burdened by what had happened that fateful day that Kazuha wished he could’ve done something-Anything to bring you back into his good graces as he held onto you so tightly not wanting to lose you.

You, on the other hand, were a practical stone in front of all and yet here you were with your ugly sobs that came from your throat as Kazuha held you so similar to way you had so longed for from your parents. You found this hug to be the most impactful thing of your life, the long year without Kazuha drained you both immensely and at this moment, something felt so fulfilling to be in one another’s arms.

You felt Kazuha grab your face and pull you away from his chest, you looked deep into the sunken eyes of Kazuha with his face very much the embodiment of beauty that even God’s wouldn’t be able to obtain no matter how many times they tried, with the face still growing with age as his look of ruggedness from his hair that had very much grown to become even longer now tied up as well as his chiseled neck, chest, and shoulders.

Kazuha still had that same face however, no matter how long, he could maintain the beauty he had for the rest of his days as you stared in his eyes with admiration as well as him returning the look with such a gaze that shined of passion and infatuation that only grown from the year as this yearning had only become brighter in brighter as he looked more and more into your eyes.

You found your hands on his chest, feeling a bit before landing on his broad shoulders that let you have a better look of the physique he hid under his clothes; you were soon cut off from the admiration of it all by the feeling of Kazuha’s lips against yours.

You felt the passion in his lips as he pressed them against you with a molding that felt just right for the two of you, the only reason Kazuha ever pull away from such a kiss was to tell you to your face.

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“I can’t wait spend my eternity with you.”

[vibratingskull]

The heart's dilemma

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

Tags : angst, bit of alcohol, gift

FemaleReader x Thrawn

You go back to the Chimaera for a soiree with Thrawn to study the book you gifted him, but is everything going as planned ?

We’re FINALLY done with the Memories chapters and got back to present times, this one takes place some month after The Present.

You’re applying your favorite lipstick with caution, you have to be presentable after all. Thrawn may be an old friend with whom you recently reconciled, but he’s still your superior and a proper behavior and apparel is expected. This meant dignified makeup and outfit. You thank the Maker you don’t need makeup during work days on the Relentless, Admiral Konstantine considering it a selfish and useless display of individuality when the Navy needs obedience and unity. You don’t disagree with him, albeit you’re less vehement than him. But tonight you’re invited over at a party in Thrawn’s quarters on the Chimaera, an informal party so less suffocating than those Imperial gatherings but you’re still nervous nonetheless. You want to appear at your best and most confident so you did opt for a bit of makeup. 

You pick up your favorite perfume and apply it lightly on your neck and behind your ears, after a good shower those fragrances of fruits and honey will give you a fresh scent. You comb your hair and arrange it in a proper hairstyle. You open your jewelry box and rummage through it. Most of them have been offered by Arzel and they’re not especially… neutral. You pout and search for some simple pearls or earrings. You only find a platinum ring with Arzel’s initials, it’s the least tacky of all your jewels. You pass it on and walk to your grand mirror to inspect yourself one last time. You chose a claret-red dress that hugged your form and modestly cuts at your knees, the collar is evasive with off-shoulder sleeves that spread through your whole arms to a ring of fabric on your middle fingers that hold the sleeves in place without folds. Spiced up by some heels, the overall look is a bit bold but he will surely cut you some slack, you hope he’s not a man to worry too much about that behind closed doors.

You're spinning on yourself to check your attire at every angle when your comlink rings. It’s Arzel, he’s wondering what you’re up to this evening. You consider his message, wondering how to respond… Should you be honest and tell him you go see Thrawn? He said he has a newfound respect for him but you feel you’re still walking on eggshells with this subject. You opt for a reasonable “I’m going out with friends.” and grab your purse and jacket.

The evening is still warm enough and the sun is only starting to set, illuminating Coruscant in pink and tangerine shades, you don’t resist and take a picture with your imager. You secretly hope Thrawn will let you snap a pic of the two of you, in the good old days’ name, a symbol of your friendship freshly renewed. You just have the time to pass the doors, you notice a limo parked in front of your building. You slowly approach unsure. The driver straightens as you walk closer.

“Lieutenant commander (y/n) (y/l/n)?” He asks.

“Yes.”

“I have been tasked to drive you to the Grand Admiral Thrawn.” He politely opens the car door “Please, take your seat.”

You sit down in the luxurious car, smelling the odor of new leather. The limo is spacious, with a mini bar and tinted windows, inside it already resonates with an album of one of your favorite bands. 

“The Grand Admiral, especially requested for your favorite drinks and snacks to be at your disposal.” He explains, taking place behind the wheel.

“That is very thoughtful of him.” You thank him.

You’re a bit intimidated, usually when you’re in those types of cars Arzel is with you, so you don’t mind what’s around you too much. But today you’re alone in this incredibly pricey car and you feel a bit out of place. Your dress and perfume suddenly seem really cheap. You squirm on your seat, trying to take as little place as possible, like you were bothering someone. 

You shake your head. 

No. 

You’re simply coming to see an old friend, he can display his new fortune as much as he wants, you’re beyond that. You’re coming to see him, not his wealth. You make the conscious effort to spread yourself in the car to feign confidence, like you owned the place.

“We will be there in one standard hour.” He indicates as he takes off the limo.

“Perfect.”

The flight is uneventful, your driver took the priority lanes, passing before many civilian cars. Your nervousness subsided a bit but you play it safe and favor fruit juices over any alcoholic beverages, you slowly rock yourself to your favorite music and speak with him from time to time.

“You’re no ordinary driver, you're a new officier, am I right?”

“Indeed I am, ma’am. How did you know?” He demands without letting his gaze go out the road.

“Because I’m being asked the same thing from time to time.” You laugh.

Such is the weight of lower officers, you think looking out through the window. To do the bidding of admirals. You hope he doesn’t take it too badly to have to drive an officer barely higher than him, but nothing in his demeanor indicates any anger of jealousy.

“If I can, ma’am. What are your ties to the Grand Admiral?” He asks with a conversational tone.

“Oh, we are old friends.” You smile. “We met each other at the Imperial Academy.”

“You must be really good friends. He especially asked for you to be safely transported by one of his subordinates.”

“Well, I hope I am.” Your heart flutters. “You've been under his orders for a long time?”

“From the beginning ma’am.”

“Is he a good superior? I never worked under his supervision.”

“He is very good, ma'am. The empire should have more admirals as understanding and competent than him.”

“You can cut the “ma’am”, I’m sure we are almost the same rank.” You gently propose.

“I can’t ma’am. The Grand Admiral specifically asked I treat you like a superior.” he answers straight off.

You pout. Odd but not that unexpected.

“Well, I’m practically here as a civilian tonight.” You insist.

“No can do.” He bluntly responds.

You drop the subject, slouching back in your seat, observing the dying rays of the sun. It’s splendid. You recognize the dockyards and the limo took off higher, in the direction of the Chimaera. The sudden acceleration pushes you into your seat. You slowly enter the ISD’s hangar and park next to a civilian transport?

“What is that?”

“A ship the Grand Admiral got back from some pirates.” 

You shake your head with a smirk, surely he uses it for when he goes undercover with some stupid character, Eli talked to you about this Horatio Figg thing. It makes you chuckles simply thinking about it. Your driver kindly opens your door and guides you to Thrawn’s quarters. Some people turn towards you as you pass by and a horrifying thought crosses your mind, what if they think I am some prostitute? You suddenly slow down, unsure of your attire now. Your driver notices and stops, looking at you with questions in his eyes.

“Is everything okay, ma’am? You don’t feel well?”

“Is my outfit… appropriate?” You ask, a little tremor in the voice.

He details you from head to toes.

“Your outfit is great ma’am. I don’t see any problem with it.”

You silently praise yourself for not choosing stilettos or shaded stockings, the verdict could have been quite different. You try to pay more attention to the faces of those who stop in your way, but they are just gaze, no whistle, no offensive comments or inappropriate hand gestures. You even see some impressed faces. You feel better even if your heart's still pounding a little. Your heels clac all the way through the Chimaera with the boots of your escort. 

“Could you send my greetings to Commodore Faro?” You demand.

“Of course, ma’am.”

You sigh interiorly, it would have been some months before you would have to add Commander Vanto too to not appear suspect. But he’s not here anymore, Thrawn sent him away somewhere in the vast universe. You bite your lips, you missed him. Despite what happened, you wish you had the occasion to say goodbye. But it’s too late now, and you’re filled with regrets for not having talked to him. To just say that you saw what happened and that you forgave him. You would have hugged him and playfully disheveled his hair to spite him, then you would have laughed together at a bar for the whole night. 

You finally arrive before Thrawn’s door, sorting you out of your thoughts.

“I must leave you here. Good evening, Ma’am.” Your escort says and walks away.

You knock on the door. Some second pass before it slides open. You hesitantly pass the head through, observing the room. It’s more of a suite than a room, the lights are soft and dimmed and smooth jazz is played on a low level. You enter and the door shuts down behind you. Thrawn is nowhere in sight, so you just walk some steps aimlessly, an immense glass wall allows you to observe the immensity of space but your gaze is lured by some art pieces displayed in the room. Real ones and not projected holograms this time. You’re observing a canvas of an impressive size when a voice rises behind your back.

“Welcome, (Y/n).” 

You turn towards your friend, as usual his hands are joined behind his back and wears a haughty expression, but a thin smile greets you this time. Despite wearing is white uniform he dropped the lieutenant commander. He comes to your side. You get a whiff of his cologne.

“I am glad you accepted to come.”

“I told you I was also interested in that book.”

“I stopped you in your analysis of art. Please, tell me what you see.”

You chuckle, everyone’s analyzing art for him and not just appreciate it.

“It is an interesting painting.”

“I am sure you can do better than that.” He encourages softly, looking at you

“Well.” Your gaze goes back to the canvas, a black paint ribbed with touch up of reds and reddish magenta, some drops of whites “It looks like a frozen scene only lighted by a red lightning through a window. I guess the whole principle is to be able to see what we want in those specks of colors.”

“And what do you see?” He asks gently.

“Hmm… I see…” Good question, what do you see? “Either two parting hands, or two joining hands.”

“Does your heart not tilt toward one of those two options?”

You look again, doing some soul searching.

“They are definitively joining.” You decided. “Reaching towards each other.”

He lightly nods, his smile stretching up a bit, apparently he appreciates your analysis.

“And you?” You inquire. “What do you see?”

“It depends.” His gaze goes back to the painting. “Most of the time I see victory and boldness. Other times I see a specific landscape. And sometimes I see two bodies embracing each other.”

“What dictates when you see it?”

“When I feel alone and long for a connection.” His gaze lost itself in the void, his smile dying.

So it does happen for him to feel alone. Surely sending Eli must have worsened this sensation. You graze his arm with the tip of your fingers.

“It may be bold of me, but I am here. You don’t have to feel alone all the time.” You smile gently “Plus you have Karyn at your side, she may be a bit obstinate and gruff sometimes but she has a good heart, she would understand.”

His smile comes back but shakes his head, he heads towards the long sofa and tea table.

“She does have a good heart, but I’m afraid she’s not the right person for this longing.” He leans forwards and takes an envelope on the table. “But surely you are.”

You fluster and feel a stroke to your ego.

“Well, I can always try. What kind of longing are we talking about?” you request merrily, joining him.

He looks at you with an enigmatic smile.

“You will discover it soon enough.” His stern expression comes back and he hands you the envelope “Here. Eli left this behind for you.”

Your smile disappears. You take the envelope after hesitation which only wears your name for mention. 

“You have an idea what this is?” you ask, a bit sad suddenly.

“He only told me that you should read it alone.”

You consider the envelope and put it in your purse, you’ll deal with it later then. Thrawn invites you to sit on the pricey sofa while he goes for some glasses. You bounce a little, which amuse you tremendously. 

“But tell me, your suite is richly decorated. Where does all that come from?”

“Most of it comes from auctions I won, others are presents I received.”

You grin.

“Does a Grand Admiral really have time for auctions?”

He comes back with filled glasses and a chuckle.

“I always have time for art.”

“That’s fair.”

You take your glass and clink it with him but he doesn’t sit down. He reaches for something, behind the sofa and takes out the Codex.

“Now, for what you came for.”

You spend the next hours debating with him about this book, analyzing the drawings and figures and testing every traductors possible. But you can’t really say you advance in any meaningful way. The discussion gets heated by moments but never degrades into an argument, you laugh and drink a lot, emptying several glasses as the evening leaves place to the night. 

“What’s this by the way?” you ask pointing your glass. Maybe you worry about it a bit late.

“It is barely alcoholised. I knew you would drink and wanted your mind clear.” He explains gently, caressing a page of the book.

“Good thinking.” It’s true you feel the stinging of alcohol but your mind is surprisingly clear, albeit a bit light. You finish another glass.

“I want you focused and without faulty consent for the night.” He closes the book.

“Well” you laugh “That’s an imaginative way of saying you don’t want to deal with me completely drunk, but I get it.” You already take another glass

He shakes his head.

“You obviously do not. But you will soon.” He puts the book on the table and takes a little black box. He dusts a speck of dust and puts it in your hand “Happy anniversary (y/n).”

Your gaze navigates between him and the box.

“Oh you remembered!” You exclaim “You shouldn’t have!” Lies, you’re overjoyed to receive a gift once again, it must be your greedy side. 

You open the little box without losing a moment. 

A ring. 

It mimics a wicker braid, but is made of two distinct metals, Orichalc and another one you can’t identify. You raise your eyes to Thrawn who looked at you opening your gift like a child would. You think you could see a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“It is Nyix.” He answers your silent question, taking the ring out of the box. “A precious metal coming from my worlds.”

He takes your right hand and goes to put it on but stops as he sees there is already a ring.

He observes it and his eye twitches imperceptibly as he reads the initials. He takes your left hand instead and slides it on your ring finger. You take the time to admire the jewelry. It is really splendid.

“I had it specifically made for your starday.”

You extend your hands, shocked.

“You had it made especially for me? But it must have cost you a fortune!”

“Less than what you probably paid for that book.” He counters. “I wanted something that came from both of our worlds.” He explains.

“To symbolize our friendship?” You feel the tears behind your eyes, you’re overflowed with joy, even if your heart is a bit contrite.

“Yes, our… friendship.” He repeats lowly.

“It’s gorgeous, Thrawn. Thank you.” You smile looking at him “I will cherish it all my life.”

He nods, sliding closer to you with his glass.

“To you.”

You clink it with yours once again.

“To you, too.” You chuckle

“To us…” He breathes

You take another sip of this tasty fizzy drink. It’s really good.

“Did I tell you you look ravishing, tonight?” He asks in a low voice.

You finish your sip with a click of your tongue, giggling at his weird humor but appreciating the compliment nonetheless.

“No you did not.”

His hand grazes your thigh through the fabric of your dress.

“It is a shame, because you truly are.” He puts his hand on your thigh, with a gentle smile.

You stop mid movement, surprised. You look at him a bit lost, but you can only see confidence in his gaze. He slowly leans towards you, imperceptibly.

“I am honored you took the time to dress you up for me.” He delicately tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You’re completely frozen. “I do not know if you remember, but you wore the exact same colors at the Academic Gala. Already you wore them perfectly back then but your dress was not as… Alluring.” His finger brushes his way from your cheek to your jaw, sliding under your chin.

He takes the glass of your hand and holds it, kissing your knuckles where the ring is without breaking eye contact.

“(Y/n)...” He purrs

“Th-Thrawn…?” You’re petrified.

“I wanted this for so long…” He confesses, holding your chin and leaning slowly, eyes fixed on your lips.

“I… I…”

Wait.

Hold on.

Is it really happening?

After all these years?

You feel butterflies in your stomach and your heart pounds so furiously you’re sure he can hear it over the jazz music. Your cheeks are on fire and your mouth is terribly thirsty. You blink several times, verifying it is happening. 

But you’re not dreaming. You feel his hand sneaking its way up your thigh, picking up the fabric at the same time, his breath on your lips and his scent of cologne and musk fills your lungs. He brushes your lower lip with the tip of his finger, parting them slightly. His gorgeous face fills your field of vision as he comes closer and closer. He stops a painful centimeter away from a feverish kiss, your breath gets stuck in your throat, your stomach making knots.

As you close your eyes, a light reflects on Arzel’s ring.

You…

“Thrawn.”

Surprised, he moves back a bit with wondering eyes.

“I’m sorry, but… I’m engaged and… I’m loyal.”

Silent, he considers you with an indecipherable expression.

 “And that is honorable from you.”

He moves away. You’re left in shock, eyes lost in the void.

What just happened ?

A shudder comes and shakes you, feeling really cold abruptly.

You're trembling with all your might, taking fistfull of your dress, you feel tears rolling on your cheeks and a wave of shame comes rising in you.

What are you doing here?

“I think… I think I’ll go!”

You don’t let him time to respond or do anything, you take your jacket and flee. You run, bewildered with fog in the eyes. You arrive as well as one can to the hangar where your driver is speaking with some colleagues. He sees you arriving and looks perplexed.

“Drive me back home!” You order, already sitting down in the seat.

He doesn’t ask anything and sits behind the wheel. He took off and you left. But strangely, your stomach knots only worsen as you go away. Your driver looks at you through the rearview mirror.

“Did… Did he tried something?” He asks maladroitly.

“No..�� You gulp, in tears. “No. It’s me…”

The rest of the trip is spent in silence, occasionally broken by your sobs.

You run to your room. You lean against the door and let you slide to the ground. You hold your knees, your stomach In knots and cry your heart out.

It’s you…

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[cosmerelists]

If Cosmere characters played Terraria...

Previously, Stormlight characters played Stardew Valley. Now, let’s say the Cosmere characters all had access to the computer game Terraria. What would that be like?

1. Adolin: Very excited by all of the swords

Shallan:  Adolin, love, you don’t have to carry around ALL of your new swords.

Adolin: I can’t leave any behind!!

2. Wayne: Very excited by all of the hats

Wax: Why are you fighting with the sparkle wand?? You HAVE the ice sword!

Wayne: Don’t ya see the wizard hat I’m wearing??

3. Steris: Takes care of chest organization & base building while Wax fights

Steris: And THIS chest is filled with all ingredients needed to make buff potions that lend bonuses to combat skills, whereas this chest contains ingredients that make buff potions related to defense or speed.

Steris: The appropriate crafting stations are right above as well.

Wax: T-That’s amazing!

4. Renarin: Keeps throwing himself into fights totally unprepared

Adolin: W-wait! Did you buff at all?

Renarin: (using a wooden bow against the Eye) Come again?

5. Sebarial: Spends all his money getting the best gear

Sabarial: Well, it took 50 platinum, but all of my gear is now “Warding.”

Palona: While you were doing that, I beat Skeletron.

Sabarian: Heeey, my strategy worked! 

6. Szeth: Speedruns

Szeth: What is speedrunning?

Szeth: I simply killed all of the bosses immediately and in order.

7. Raoden: Builds ideal houses for all of the NPCs in their preferred biomes

Raoden: All the walls are bright colors! Everything is clean!

Raoden: And I dyed all my clothes orange immediately, of course.

8. Vivenna: Builds simple but effective homes for all NPCs

Vivenna: I also put all of the paintings away into boxes, where the colors won’t scare them.

Siri: Vivenna...

9. Denth: Puts all the NPCs in NPC prisons.

Denth: You know what I hate most about being a mercenary?

Denth: If you build tiny, prisonlike homes for all of your Villagers, people think your gameplay reflects your character.

Denth: Instead of it just being the simplest and most effective way of housing them all!

Tonk Fah: Hey, is it time to drop the Guide in lava yet?

Denth: Don’t mind him. 

10. Kaladin: Protects the NPCs

Moash: Kaladin, please. They literally just respawn with new names if they die.

Kaladin: EDWIN, NO! STAY INSIDE--IT’S A BLOOD MOON!!

11. Vin: Gets a grappling hook as soon as she feasibly can

Vin: [soaring through the caverns]

Elend: (dying from fall damage for the 19th time): How do you do that so well???

12. Eshonai: Plays on the hardest difficulty

Eshonai: It’s the only way to experience everything the game has to offer.

Eshonai: I also play on the largest world!

Venli: The biomes literally just repeat.

Eshonai: So many new caves to explore!

13. Lift: Plays on the easiest difficulty

Lift: Because I’m just a little kid!

Wyndle: Y-You just SHREDDED the Destroyer!

14. Dalinar: Becomes deeply invested in the lore.

Dalinar: “You feel an evil presence watching you.”

Dalinar: ...

Dalinar: But what do those words mean?

15. Kelsier: Uses glitches

Kelsier: And by spawning a thousand ducks from this duck statue, I ensure that only the head of the Destroyer spawns! No probes at all!

Vin: Wow, how did you learn that?

Kelsier: There’s always another secret.

[punishedsurge]

SBFC 001: This is Gonna be Terrible. [08/13/13]

1hr 12min runtime, respectable.

“TheSw1tcher” man…

Rustlemania and LoU this year on the channel, awesome.

Dragon’s Crown talk. [Still haven’t played it.]

Wonderful 101 demo talk, haven’t played it either. “WiiU is a Platinum Box.” They wonder why games are developed to need the big gamepad. [I mean of course Nintendo wanted devs to utilize it.]

Matt: I bought a brick with a screen, it’s called a Vita.

Pat: Woolie, you’re the only person without that particular brick!

Woolie: This is the worst peer pressure ever.

Matt talks about the vita making his hands cramp and ache, says meaty man hands are to blame. [I agree, mobile gaming ergonomics still suck.]

Guacamelee talk. [Haven’t played this either.]

Divekick talk, [Me no play.]

Liam: AoT and Free are the best anime ever. Free has well developed characters and abs.

Smt 4 talk.

Pat: It’s not like Persona. That would be like saying Darkstalkers is like SF because they’re 2D fighters by Capcom.

Project CrossZone talk. [No play dis either nope nope nope. They all dropped it eventually for being too long and not seeing characters they like.]

“Visual Sex Game” Ghost Song kickstarter talk. [It hit it’s funding but didn’t get released until 2022?! What the fuck.]

Shitting on Shadows of the Eternals. [CP charges dropped on someone in the dev team in between kickstarter campaigns. Oof.]

Project Phonenix talk. The various titles and IPs the team had worked on screams that the game is too good to be true. [And it was. This shit died with zero fanfare lmao.]

Pat: Diablo 3 is a weird game because it’s so good and one decision fucking ruined it (the auction house). [Sounds kind of like Diablo 4 tee-hee lol.]

Yatagarasu kickstarter talk. Bunch of small Japanese fite game devs came together for this kickstarter. Matt and Pat had issues with the characters, Matt for their designs and Pat for half the cast being palette swaps. [Max made a video about this too.]

Project Awakened mention. Matt is glad it’s kickstarter failed because it looked like shit. Looking at it, it’s hard to argue against him. [They confuse the name with “Project Awakening”, a much newer game that looks like a more generic FF16.]

Infamous and Prototype talk.

Woolie: Second Son is the first one that looks interesting.

Liam: I played Festival of Blood, that one was good.

Woolie and Pat both like Prototype more.

Pat: Infamous clearly had better production and gameplay, with more thought put into it— but you run faster in Prototype, so I’ll play that one.

Atlas sale. Index Corporation turned out to be fucky-wucky and stopped existing because of bankruptcy. The entire company is up for sale, Sega is offering 201 million dollars for the company.

Pat doesn’t like it because Sega’s output sucks, which even then wasn’t all that true. But he’s right about them axing Sega USA after bad business practices which lead to a lot of games not coming to America, except for European PC games? Idk sure I guess.

Woolie doesn’t like Sega because they ‘mistreated Platinum.’ Name a more overrated game developer (I still like their old games)

Liam accurately describes Sega’s plan for Atlus, “let them cook”, basically. He also argues there’s a huge market for Persona in the West.

Pat: Persona and SMT have a larger market out here than Yakuza ever had. [I feel Yakuza is a lot more popular than Persona nowadays, but idk]

Pat tells Liam to shut the fuck up about his desire for Project Diva to come out, he punches back by asking when Streets of Rage 4 is coming out. Pat responds with “Never”. [It finally came out in 2020, I dunno if he played it or like it.]

SALTY BET MENTIONED GODDAMN I FORGOT. [It’s still going to this day, I looked it up on Twitch and it had 300+ viewers.]

Discussion about pot splitting and collusion in the FGC. “Spooky is going nutssss” is dropped. The boys also shame players who did it. [One of the guilty is Justin Wong, one of Matt’s co-hosts on Triple K.O.]

MATT WATCH: One of the people he’s ’stalking’ is Bryan Singer for his return to the X-Men movie series with Days of Future Past, after going to a talk with the director he thinks he’s a cool enough guy.

[Dude has had sexual harassment/assault allegations since 1997, definitely not cool lmao. Pre-MeToo era Hollywood really protected shitty people, still do.]

Outro is that dope KI sample by Mick Gordon. So much better than the choice to let Woolie put on 144p songs at the end.

[nami-writes]

Seek, And Ye Shall Find - Harry Potter

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content warnings: suicidal ideation, panic attack

three kings.

It's just Quidditch. That's why Harry's looking so intently for him. It’s just because of Quidditch.

That’s what he tells himself, at least.

In reality, there was something new that night. Something good. He saw a change in Malfoy, saw a part of him he’d never known could exist before, and he needs to see it again. He needs to remember what it's like to see Malfoy as a person and not a rival. Someone to play with rather than against, even when battling for the Snitch.

Malfoy's walls falling let Harry's fall too, further than he thought they could go, and for once it was less about the game and more about the moment. No rules to follow, no crowd to please— just him and Draco, and a passion for Quidditch that was never about being the Chosen One or a Malfoy.

So it is about Quidditch, really. It's not a lie. It's just an easier truth to tell.

—

Christmas break is coming up, and for the first time since fourth year, Harry has turned down Ron’s offer to let him stay with the Weasleys.

“What? Really?” He reacts with genuine surprise at first, but it quickly turns to cautious suspicion. “This isn't about Malfoy, is it?”

“Harry, please don't tell me you're going to spend Christmas break trying to talk to that prick,” Hermione sighs. “You've wasted enough of your time on him already.”

“It's not a waste,” he says, but for good measure, adds, “And besides, I'm not. The winter Quidditch season starts soon after break ends and I want to practice on the pitch.”

She raises an eyebrow. “All break?”

“Yeah.” She knows, and she knows that he knows. “I gotta be ready. At least I won't be missing class time to do it.”

That gets her. “I guess.” And her reluctant agreement is what permits Ron to allow it too.

“Fine, fine. That's alright, then,” Ron gives in. “Just remember you're always welcome at my place, yeah?”

“Course,” Harry smiles. “Say happy Christmas to your mum and your brothers and Ginny for me. I'll see you both after break.”

—

Malfoy doesn't go home for Christmas break.

Harry knows this because the school is barren, save for a number of Slytherins and a handful of other students with families left broken by the war, and every once in a while he'll spot a distinct platinum-blond in the corner of his eye that disappears before he can turn around.

—

It's Christmas Day, and it seems the Slytherins are throwing a party in the dining hall. Shocking enough by itself, but especially so because Harry watches students from other Houses walk in and join too. No yelling, no infighting, nobody getting kicked out. Just a Christmas party for all the kids who don't have a Christmas to go home to.

Harry wants to go in too. This is the kind of thing he always wished to have as a kid, a Christmas he wanted to attend because it was for no reason but to celebrate Christmas. No Dudley and no Dursleys. But he can't bring himself to walk through the doors when he knows there's someone else who could benefit more.

He has a Christmas at Ron’s that he could go to anytime. But Malfoy has no Christmas at all.

Luckily for Harry, it's not so hard to find the only student with green robes and platinum-blond hair crying at the top of the Astronomy Tower.

“You're back,” he says as he reaches the end of the stairs. “I haven't seen you here in a while.”

Malfoy quiets his crying down to sniffles and shaky breaths but he doesn't move from where he stands at the guardrail.

“The Slytherins are throwing a Christmas party,” Harry continues. “You should come.”

He wants to see the other Malfoy again, wants everyone else to see him the way he once did. But Malfoy tears his worn Slytherin robes off and tosses them over the edge. The red and gold neckband of a tie peeks out from underneath his shirt collar. “I'm not a bloody Slytherin.”

“So you're a Gryffindor now, then?” he says.

“I'm not a bloody Gryffindor!”

His voice cracks hard that time and Harry starts towards him. “Well, whether you're a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff, they're letting anyone join. Not just Slytherins. So you can come.”

“Take another step towards me and I'm following my robes over the edge.”

Oh.

That's what this is.

Bloody hell.

“That's why you like coming up here?” Harry frowns, but stops in his tracks. “Because you want to jump off?”

“You don't know anything about me,” he scowls. “I didn't want to jump until you came along. All I wanted to do was remind myself I could.”

“Yeah? Well, you watched me jump from here last time you let me have anything to do with you. If you jump, I'm coming after you.”

Malfoy stares down at the ground, as if contemplating this threat. “You won't make it. What we did last time won’t work without my broom.”

“I'll take that chance.”

Maybe Harry’s too-stubborn insistence to stop him or die trying finally gets through his head. Maybe he really is a Slytherin, too ambitious but not quite stubborn enough to follow it to the end. Either way, he takes one step away from the guardrail, his legs so shaky he can barely remain standing.

Harry rushes to him, hesitates to reach out to stabilize him but does it anyway when Malfoy clearly won't. And when Harry breaks that tension, that fear of contact, Malfoy grabs onto his arm with a death grip and suddenly Harry understands how real Malfoy is too. From where they stand on the deck, Harry leads him back inside the tower, where he collapses to his knees.

“Fuck,” Malfoy breathes, hands shaking vigorously, “bloody hell, fuck fuck fuck.”

He scrambles to loosen and pull his Gryffindor necktie off, unbuttons the top of his dress shirt, and swallows air like he can’t possibly get enough. Harry carefully lowers himself to the floor too but doesn't touch Malfoy again. He needs space.

“I can't even fucking kill myself right,” he chokes out. “I don't know how I got re-sorted into Gryffindor.”

“It took courage to ask in the first place.” Nobody would've expected Draco Malfoy to ask to be re-sorted. And in front of the entire year, getting re-sorted into the House he'd rivaled for seven years— not even Harry knows how he could handle that. Though he supposes that's why they're up here in the first place. “Why did you ask, by the way? To be re-sorted?”

“Because Slytherin doesn't want me,” he says, “and I hoped that any other House would.” He laughs, a dry, bitter laugh. “Guess I was wrong.”

“I want you,” Harry says too quickly to think. “Alive. Even if I'm not one of the Houses.”

Malfoy scoffs, unimpressed. “Then you’d be the first.”

—

They don’t go to the Slytherin Christmas party. Instead, Harry coaxes him with much resistance to come with him down to the Gryffindor common room. A party with the entire remainder of the school probably isn't such a good idea right now but at the very least, it must’ve drawn the other Gryffindors from Gryffindor Tower.

“This is a bad idea, Potter,” Malfoy says quietly. He turns every corner with reluctance, eyes darting around searching for potential witnesses to… Harry isn’t sure what; his existence? His presence? Is this how he navigates the school all the time?

“Would you rather go to the Christmas party? Or run off to wherever you go when you’re not in class?”

“I’d rather be besting you at Quidditch again.”

“That was one time, and you’ve been to the Quidditch pitch plenty of times,” Harry remarks. “Have you ever even been in the Gryffindor common room? Or Gryffindor Tower?”

Malfoy shrugs. “Never had a reason to.”

“Not even to sleep?”

“Why would I want to sleep with Gryffindors?”

“Because you are one?”

He gets quiet at that. Harry almost apologizes— maybe he crossed a line. But Malfoy shakes it off. “No, I’m not.”

Harry shrugs this time. “If you say so.”

He takes them to the Fat Lady and— after dodging nagging motherly questions about who Malfoy is, why has she never seen him before, where are all the other Gryffindors, why don’t they join them— she finally lets them in.

“It’s… cozy,” Malfoy notes after he’s determined that they are, in fact, alone. “I'm not sure what else I expected from the Gryffindor common room.”

“Yes, I do think that the Slytherin common room would be particularly cold and gloomy compared to this,” he teases. And to his surprise, Malfoy actually cracks a barely-amused smile.

“I guess.”

Harry gives him a moment to take in his surroundings. The sight of Malfoy holding his green Slytherin robes in the red Gryffindor common room is foreign, like he doesn’t belong there. Malfoy himself doesn’t seem to feel like he belongs there, stiff and awkward where he stands with no indication of any intent to move further in. So Harry takes the initiative and plops down in one of the armchairs on either side of a chess table.

He raises the black king on his side. “Play me?”

The corner of Malfoy’s mouth quirks up. “Don’t test me. I’m brilliant at chess too.”

“I’m not, but I did once win a round with giant living chess pieces that almost killed Ron,” Harry grins.

“The Weasel almost got killed by a chess piece?” Malfoy asks, eyebrow raised with intrigue. “Now you’ve got me.”

Malfoy sits, robes thrown across the back of his armchair, and makes the first move.

[earaercircular]

Movilex, the recycling company from Spanish Extremadura that was ahead of its time

A company operator dismantles electronic waste.

The company manages more than 490,000 tons of electronic waste. Long before the approval of the SDGs by the United Nations in 2015, the firm already included the circular economy and sustainability in its work

In May 2022, a fire broke out at the Movilex facilities in Lobón[1] (Badajoz). In a record period of just six months, in November of that same year, the company opened a new plant with modern facilities and renovated machinery, while implementing improvements in the recycling process with an investment of 5.5 million euros.

Few images define better the strength of this company, that has made the circular economy[2] and respect for the environment its hallmarks. That misfortune made it possible to show the best of a management team and a squad that was inaccessible to discouragement.

"As a lesson from this situation, perhaps I would highlight our ability to react and resume operations by opening a new plant in just six months," says Luis García-Torremocha, CEO of the company. Named Extremadura Entrepreneur of the Year 2023, he leads, together with his brothers José Juan and Joaquín José, a family business committed to the environment, its land and its employees, based on "sacrifice to achieve everything we have achieved in these more than 13 years of history, and the adaptability to the new times that run”.

Back in 2006, the García-Torremocha brothers were among the first to see the need to invest in the sustainable development of companies, deepen the benefits of the photovoltaic sector and commit to effective management of ferrous and non-ferrous waste. Thus, they transformed the parent company founded by their father (dedicated to the production and export of white asparagus) into one of the leading companies in the recycling of electronic waste on a national scale.

Evolution

In 2009, Movilex began its journey with a capital of 320,000 euros. Today it invoices 32 million, manages more than 490,000 tons of waste, employs 147 professionals and is present in Spain, Portugal, Uruguay and Panama. “Not only do we offer waste management, but we also promote the use of these resources and recover their presence in the production chain, extending their useful life. We are an essential pillar to create a circular production process”, says García-Torremocha.

In a sector that is constantly changing, it is essential for Movilex to adapt to each new regulation. "As the regulations for certain wastes are updated, we must adapt our procedures, work methods and facilities to obtain the new authorization required," he says.

It currently manages waste from more than 2,000 companies and has a portfolio of 150 clients. Over the years they have expanded their line of business and services.

At the end of 2022, after recovering from the fire, Movilex received the platinum badge at the 1st UNImpulso Awards[3], a recognition given to companies from Extremadura that are committed to promoting talent and employability in the region.

International jump

Panama. In 2014 Movilex undertook one of its major international projects by winning the contract for the comprehensive management of the waste generated in the expansion works of the Panama Canal locks. Despite the tough competition with companies from the Latin American country, the firm from Extremadura led the project thanks to its certifications. In this way they demonstrated their mastery in the management of large-scale works.

Uruguay. In 2019, the Spanish company obtained the waste management contract during the expansion and improvement works of the port of Montevideo. The company was awarded the international tender for the refloating, transfer and scrapping of more than 50 vessels parked in the ship cemetery in the bay of the Uruguayan port.

The company will invest 1.8 million to grow in Spain and Portugal

The company led by Luis García-Torremocha has undergone a process of constant expansion to become a reference beyond Spanish borders. After becoming the first specific plant for the treatment, recycling and recovery of electrical and electronic equipment in Extremadura in 2010, it landed in Latin America in 2014, leading the integral management of waste in the Panama Canal works.

Movilex IB Portugal was born in 2015. A year later, delegations were opened in Colombia and Brazil and, in 2017, it was Mexico's turn. A year later, the company from Extremadura began to work in Uruguay on the recycling of the naval sector and other infrastructures.

Its expansion throughout the Iberian Peninsula has continued with the opening of new plants in Alicante and Porto. Movilex also exports to different countries in Asia (India, Pakistan or Japan, among others) and Africa (Senegal, Morocco, Angola).

“Our main objective is to continue growing in Spain, where we want to open new offices and recovery plants, and in Portugal, where our plans include expanding the current plant. For this, we will make an investment of 1.8 million euros. In general, we want to grow 50% in the next three years ”, explains the CEO of the company from Badajoz that he runs together with his brothers.

Source

Eduardo Mesa, Movilex, la empresa de reciclaje extremeña que se adelantó a su tiempo,in: El País, 2-8-2023, https://cincodias.elpais.com/extras/pequenos-gigantes/2023-08-02/movilex-la-empresa-de-reciclaje-extremena-que-se-adelanto-a-su-tiempo.html

[1] Lobón is a municipality located in the province of Badajoz, Extremadura, Spain. According to the 2012 census (INE), the municipality has a population of 2,869 inhabitants.

[2] Read also: https://www.tumblr.com/earaercircular/688767376750231552/the-circular-economy-reaches-the-city?source=share

[3] The University of Extremadura, in collaboration with the Extremadura Public Employment Service (SEXPE), organizes the UNImpulso Employment and Entrepreneurship Fair.

[droptoeholdyourhorses]

My Nine Platinum Trophies

On PlayStation. Not literal platinum trophies.

It's rare that I actively go after a platinum trophy in a video game but last night, in the early hours of the morning, I got my ninth so I figured it would be nice to go back and look at the ones I do have.

1. WWE SmackDown vs. Raw 2010 (PS3)

First Trophy: 22/08/2011

Platinum: 20/11/2011

Time: 2 months, 29 days

Rarity: 1.9%

Given WWE SvR 2010 came out in October 2009, you might be wondering why I was late to the party on this one. Until 2011, pretty much the only games I played at all were the WWE ones and I stayed loyal to my PlayStation 2 until the bitter end. When WWE '12 was announced to be exclusive for the seventh generation, I caved and got myself a PS3. For whatever reason, I actually skipped SvR 2010 when it came out on PS2 so I picked up a cheap copy for the PS3 instead and managed to get my first platinum a few days before WWE '12's release.

2. Family Game Night 3 (PS3)

First Trophy: 17/07/2012

Platinum: 26/09/2012

Time: 2 months, 9 days

Rarity: 2.7%

Ah yes, arguably the most prestigious platinum of all. Accomplished by achieving such feats as winning The Game of Life 10 times, having a perfect game of Twister, locking another player in any room in Clue, building all five trap variants in Mouse Trap, and gaining six combo cards in Yahtzee.

3. Rocket League (PS4)

First Trophy: 16/08/2015

Platinum: 05/01/2017

Time: 1 year, 4 months, 20 days

Rarity: 2.7%

Another case of being behind the times. Rocket League was free on PlayStation Plus upon its initial release in July 2015 but I don't remember actually having a copy until Christmas 2016. However, when looking through the trophies, I have two dating back to August 2015. I can only assume I did download Rocket League briefly, lost interest the first time around, uninstalled it and eventually got back round to wanting to play it again. Mysterious circumstances whatever happened meaning the platinum took close to 17 months as opposed to just 11 days. In between FGN3 and Rocket League, I also 100% completed Monopoly Plus, Firewatch, and Hitman but none of those offer a platinum.

4. Killing Floor 2 (PS4)

First Trophy: 08/06/2017

Platinum: 29/06/2017

Time: 21 days

Rarity: 1.7%

This one I did get when it was free on PlayStation Plus. However, I picked it up at the insistence of my friend Chris. He currently has 92 platinum trophies for comparison sake. A fun little game that helped pass the time during a period of unemployment for myself until I found a job that September. A couple of months prior to the KF2 platinum, I also 100% completed Disc Jam, meaning my overall platinum count should really have been 8 at this stage.

5. L.A. Noire (PS4)

First Trophy: 25/12/2017

Platinum: 23/03/2018

Time: 2 months, 26 days

Rarity: 1.8%

I never played L.A. Noire on the PS3, instead getting the enhanced edition for Christmas 2017. I soon realised what I had been missing. A lovely game with a fantastic story that never outstayed its welcome. Probably the first time I actively wanted to achieve a platinum as opposed to having a majority of trophies and then just picking up the ones I didn't have. On the topic of Rockstar games, I got Red Dead Redemption 2 as a gift for Christmas the following year. I have 81% of the trophies for that game, missing out one single player trophy and a few of the online ones. I do however have 100% in-game completion which is good enough for me.

6. Golf With Your Friends (PS4)

First Trophy: 23/05/2020

Platinum: 11/06/2020

Time: 19 days

Rarity: 0.5%

The fastest platinum I've achieved to date. Golf With Your Friends was a quite handy game for a group of us to play during a time where none of us could see each other in person for reasons I forget. I've not played any of the GWYF expansions though.

7. Grand Theft Auto V (PS4)

First Trophy: 11/12/2014

Platinum: 24/01/2021

Time: 6 years, 1 month, 13 days

Rarity: 0.1%

Now, to be fair, while I did play GTA V throughout those six years, I didn't spend all that time trying to get the GTA V platinum. Between May 2016 and December 2020, I didn't earn a single trophy for it. So why did I suddenly make it a goal when for so long it hadn't concerned me? There was some reason I couldn't go into work for a few weeks around the end of 2020/early 2021 - who knows what it could have been? - and I needed something to pass the time. I decided to replay the story of GTA V and then realised the platinum actually seemed doable after all. One month later, I got my rarest platinum of all. Much better than the 55% I completed on the PS3 version of the game. I don't have any desire to do it again once I own a PS5.

8. Zombie Army Trilogy (PS4)

First Trophy: 25/01/2023

Platinum: 30/05/2023

Time: 4 months, 5 days

Rarity: 1.4%

The second zombie related game on the list, also at the instance of my friend Chris oddly enough. Did end up preferring it to Killing Floor 2 after some initial reluctance on my part to play it. Chris is now trying to convince me to buy Zombie Army 4 and get the platinum on that as well. He does play other genres of games, I promise.

9. WWE 2K23 (PS4)

First Trophy: 29/04/2023

Platinum: 28/06/2023

Time: 1 month, 30 days

Rarity: 0.1%

A historic platinum for me, for a couple of reasons. It marks the first time in my gaming history I've got two platinum trophies in a row. It's also the first WWE game since SmackDown vs. Raw 2010 that I've achieved the platinum for. It's going to feel odd playing it now and not having to worry about trophy hunting.

[theultimatefan]

Lebron, Pelé, Ruth, Gehrig Items Highlight New Heritage Auctions Offerings

As always with one of Heritage's Sports auctions, extraordinary history and unassailable rarities draw the collector's attention every which way thanks to the more than 2,800 pieces representing every sport and every decade in which professional games have been played. And every legend, too — from Ted Williams' Sultan of Swat Crown to signed pieces from Pelé's collection to a photo-matched pair of LeBron James' rookie-season sneakers. One could crack the spine on the May 11-13 Sports Catalog Auction and start with what has long been one of The Hobby's holy-moly Holy Grails: 73 high-grade 1952 Topps baseball cards pedigreed from The Lionel Carter Collection, so named for the man who famously accumulated only the very best of the very best.

In The Hobby, at least, Carter's name is better known than most of the players on these cards – Ken Raffensberger, say, or Dick Kryhoski. He was a connoisseur among collectors, among the first to concentrate solely on well-centered, well-struck baseball cards with the highest grades. Most of his assemblage went straight from wax packs into his albums, where they remained until their auction debut 16 years ago.

Carter's 1952 Topps collection alone consisted of what was likely the most extensive single assortment of Mint and Gem Mint cards from that historic set. Sharp corners, white borders, bright colors, shiny surfaces — every one of his cards looked like it came from a 5-cent wax pack just this morning. Most of the 73 cards offered here are the highest-graded examples.

"I expect the 1952 Topps cards from The Carter Collection are going to rewrite the record books for commons cards from the 1952 Topps set," says Chris Ivy, Director of Sports Auctions at Heritage.

This wax box of 1962 Topps Baseball (First Series) cards, with 24 unopened packs, is no less dizzying. This green cardboard treasure chest is so rare Heritage has never before offered one, and the Baseball Card Exchange says this is the first 1962 Topps baseball box they can recall authenticating in a decade.

Some of baseball's rarest cards make their auction debuts at Heritage in May: a select group of signed baseball Exhibits cards from the 1920s. A father and son bought them in the 1970s and only now part with this estimable collection that includes cards autographed by Babe Ruth and Walter Johnson and a 1925 rookie card signed by Lou Gehrig that's one of just a handful known to exist. The remainder of the extensive, historic and sought-after signed Exhibits collection will be offered in the coming months.  

The memorabilia is no less extensive or impressive, beginning with an astonishing assortment of collectibles, including LeBron's rookie sneakers and a lifetime's worth of memories owned by soccer's supreme legend, Pelé.

In this event are pair of sneakers making their auction debut: the very shoes on King James' feet when he played only his second game in the National Basketball Association. Photo-matching reveals James laced up these size-15 Nike Air Zoom Generations on Oct. 30, 2003, when the 19-year-old Cleveland Cavalier dropped 21 points against the Phoenix Suns, beginning his two-decade-long march toward the NBA's all-time career points record once held by Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

As the catalog notes of these Nikes, "This is unquestionably one of the most important artifacts of 21st-century sports ever to be placed upon the hobby's auction block."

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[Blog #7] Spring 2023, Carol Ann Duffy (Part 1)

Beginning this week, I will be showcasing what I have learned from my Literature from the Writer’s Perspective course in Spring 2023. This course was taught by my Contemporary Poetry Seminar professor, so the T.R.I.F.F.I.D. method is still implemented in my analysis.  

Today, I am dissecting one of my favorite poems, “Valentine” by Carol Ann Duffy.

Before I start, I would love to greet anyone who happens to stumble upon this blog post.  

This is the link to my first blog post on Ada Limón’s The Carrying (2018):

My professor assigned a poetry book collection or individual poems every other week. My main objective was to dissect a few poems that left an impression on me while using his T.R.I.F.F.I.D. method.  

Tone: the voice, mood, or attitude the reader believes the author is conveying through subject and word choice. 

Rhythm: the pattern and beat between the stressed and unstressed word syllables. 

Imagery: the details told through the five senses (touch aka physical, sound aka auditory, sight aka visual, taste aka gustatory and smell aka olfactory). 

Figure: or figure of speech, is the non-literal expression of language. Figures of speech include hyperbole, irony, metaphor, simile, anaphora, antithesis and chiasmus. 

Form: the way a poem is presented on paper or a screen. Think of how the author physically shapes the poem -- the use of dialogue, line spacing, paragraph breaks, rhythms and patterns. 

Idea Density: how the author expresses their ideas throughout their poem. Can be literal (concrete) and/or figurative (vague or hidden).  

Diction: the word choice and arrangement within a piece. 

Carol Ann Duffy’s “Valentine” (1993): 

Carol Ann Duffy’s poem, “Valentine,” incorporates several figures of speech such as alliteration, consonance, rhyme, assonance, simile, metaphor, personification and anaphora in order to appear as a typical love poem -- sounding looking and sounding rhythmically pleasing.

For alliteration, Duffy mentions three: “red rose” (line 1), “cute card” (line 12) and “light like” (line 4-5). 

Lines 4-5 and 14 are consonances: “light like” and “Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips”.  

On the other hand, line 22 features an assonance: “Its scent will cling to your fingers”. 

Line 14 contains a slant rhyme between “kiss” and “lips”.  

Also, Duffy’s poem incorporates two similes: “It will blind you with tears like a lover” (line 7-8) and “It promises light like the careful undressing of love” (4-5). 

However, there is only one metaphor present: “It is a moon wrapped in brown paper” (line 3). 

In addition, there are two usages of personification, since an onion cannot perform human actions: “It promises light” (line 4) and “Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips” (line 14). 

Moreover, Duffy uses several anaphoras throughout her poem. For example, the “Not a” phrase is repeated two times: “Not a red rose or a satin heart” (line 1) and “Not a cute card or a kissogram” (line 12). 

The “I give you an onion” phrase is used in lines 2 and 13. 

The “It will” phrase appears twice: “It will blind you with tears like a lover” (line 7-8) and “It will make your reflection a wobbling photo of grief” (line 9-10). 

Lastly, the “Its” phrase is repeated three times: “Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips” (line 14), “Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring” (line 19), and “​​Its scent will cling to your fingers” (line 22). 

Though Duffy’s poem offers negative commentary on the commodification of romantic love, the poem still functions as a love poem if the reader replaces the central subject, “onion”, with something more aesthetically and stereotypically loving and cute -- for example, chocolate. 

Some elements would need to be reworded or deleted (such as the phrase ‘Not a’), however, most figures of speech can remain unchanged such as the alliteration and assonance.

Part II:

As mentioned, Duffy’s poem is dense with its subtle ideas on the commercialization of Valentine's Day and romantic love in general. Lines 1 and 12 perfectly illustrate Duffy’s message: “Not a red rose or a satin heart” and “Not a cute card or a kissogram”. 

Furthermore, Duffy’s Valentine gift, an onion, represents the societal perception of the perfect romantic lover -- the worth of one’s love can only be showcased through a price. Her poem, on the other hand, disproves this materialistic/consumerist perspective by showcasing how love can be displayed through anything (even an onion).  

Part III:

Lastly, in terms of form, Duffy’s “Valentine” consists of four stanzas (excluding the three individual lines). In narrative, the poem is split between 4 major moments of a romantic relationship (some people may have) -- dating (getting to know), disagreements/complications, commitment and marriage (long-term). For instance, the first stanza states:

I give you an onion.  

It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. 

It promises light  

like the careful undressing of love. (line 2-5)

Here, this first stanza marks the beginning of a romantic relationship. In particular, the phrase “It promises light / like the careful undressing of love” (line 4-5) represents the dating stage; Duffy correlates the undressing of an onion’s outer skin to potential lovers familiarizing themselves with one another through compatibility tests (dating, chemistry, 20 questions, etc.). 

The second stanza mentions:

Here. 

It will blind you with tears 

like a lover. 

It will make your reflection 

a wobbling photo of grief. (line 6-10)

In other words, the second stanza marks the trial and tribulations of maintaining a romantic relationship. To me, the phrase “It will make your reflection / a wobbling photo of grief” means love will have its ‘ups and down,’ specifically the ‘downs’. After the dating phase (getting comfortable), lovers tend to discover the cracks in their partnership (i.e. disagreements, fights, insecurities, etc.); similar to how an onion can cause tears, love can also produce sadness. 

The third stanza states: 

I give you an onion. 

Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips, 

possessive and faithful 

as we are, 

for as long as we are. (line 13-17) 

Here, the third stanza focuses on the commitment aspect of a relationship. Duffy compares the taste of the onion -- “possessive and faithful” (line 15) -- to lovers that are willing to stay together. 

Lastly, the fourth stanza mentions: 

Take it.  

Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring, 

if you like.  

Lethal.  

Its scent will cling to your fingers,  

cling to your knife. (line 18-23) 

In other words, Duffy’s final stanza marks the union between lovers; a careful continuous cut of an onion resembles a ring and the smell of an onion tends to stay if one does not properly wash it off. Duffy uses the shredded onion skin and smell as a metaphor for marriage and devotion, since a wedding ring wraps around fingers like the scent of an onion.

Who is Carol Ann Duffy?

Arguably, one of the best living poets, Scotland native Carol Ann Duffy has been interweaving topics such as feminism (gender issues), LGBT, and romance since her debut poetry collection, Fleshweathercock and Other Poems (1974), at just 19 years-old. 

In 1983, Duffy received national recognition after winning the National Poetry Competition, but her accolades did not stop there. In the years following, Duffy became the recipient of numerous awards and prizes such as the Eric Gregory Award, Somerset Maugham Award, Scottish Arts Council Book Award, Ted Hughes Award, etc. 

In 1993, Duffy challenged the standard love poem when her “Valentine” poem was published (Mean Time poetry collection) (Scottish Poetry Library, n.d.). Along with showcasing differing poetic elements, Duffy’s “Valentine” conveys the various stages of a romantic relationship as well as the commodification (consumerism and materialism) of love through the properties of an onion.

For more information and poetry by Duffy, check out the links below:

Lastly, what are some of your favorite love poems? 

Feel free to share some below!

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Don’t forget the LHCF Christmas Party at 6 PM Saturday.

Sunday we will workout at 1 PM ONLY.  ONLY !!! 

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sex is overrated || ji changmin

» summary: you knew what you liked in the bedroom but men never seemed to take a hint. maybe it was your fault. or maybe they were just really fucking vanilla. nevertheless, your best friend is determined to prove to you that he knows exactly how to make a girl come, and you're no exception.

» pairing: ji changmin x female reader

» rating: NC-17 minors please do not interact with this work

» genre: best friends to lovers, ruin the friendship, smut, porn with some plot, a little fluff

» warnings: where to begin... dom changmin, sub reader, changmin is massive, fingering, oral (f & m), rough sex, face sitting, deep throating, squirting, spanking, spitting, unprotected sex, chocking, restraints (pink handcuffs hello whisper), face fucking, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia if you squint (?), degradation, a nude photo, marking, biting, scratching, mild bruising, creampie, changmin is an aftercare king though... i think i got it all but will double check.

» words: 5,051

» a/n: whisper. that’s it. also probably the filthiest thing i've ever written so i'm going to pour some holy water now and pg-13 my eyes a little... feedback and comments are greatly appreciated x

Sex was always exaggerated pleasure. 

At least sex was never any good. Not good enough to justify laying naked in a stranger's bed before leaving early in the morning to go home. You weren’t sure if maybe there was something wrong with you, but they just all seemed to be so pathetically vanilla. 

“You look fucking miserable, jesus christ,” your best friend since a particularly terrible high school party a few years ago, Changmin, scowls at you, his hair unbrushed on his head and his eyes still tired. It’s surprising that he’s even awake. 

“I am miserable, Minnie,” he grimaces, grabbing another mug from the endless ones you both have (it may have something to do with your need to buy a disney themed one every time you see one), pouring you an extra large cup of black coffee. 

“I’m sorry angel,” he pouts, and you gratefully take the scolding beverage from him before adding some milk.

“Why are men so shit in bed? Why is sex so overrated?” the platinum blond young man seems unfazed at first, given that you’ve probably asked him this at least once every two weeks for the past year. He was used to it, and every time he could only offer the same few solutions. Tell them what they want, and trial and error it. It was never a one size fits all.

You knew that, but you were also impatient and in your sexual prime, and no one was satisfying you. You couldn’t remember when you’d last had an orgasm that you didn’t bring on yourself. Anyway, here you sit against the kitchen island with disappointment pulling all your features down, and your best friend sighs, “go shower. We can talk about it after.”

You listen to him. Changmin was probably the only man on this entire planet that you rarely if ever argued with. He just understood you, sometimes it made you even wonder if he read your journal, because how the hell did he just get it?

“Minnie, can I ask you a question?” you ask, brushing through your wet hair as the man looks at you when you come back into the room refreshed. You’re wearing his shirt again, legs bare, and he wishes he wasn’t so perfectly willing to give them all to you as if they belonged in your wardrobe more than in his. 

“Sure,” you put the brush down, thinking the question over in your mind before deciding to ask it anyway.

“Do you think you’re good in bed?”

It was probably the worst moment in time for Changmin to take a sip of his coffee, for now he was left choking and coughing horrifically while you reached around to pat his back. He was trying to remember in his mind if you’d ever asked him a question quite like this, but quickly determined that this may’ve been the boldest thing he’d ever been asked by you. 

It’s not that Changmin necessarily kept his sex life a secret from you, nor did you keep yours hidden, but you’d never directly asked him if he actually thought he was any good. 

“Are you asking me in hopes I say yes so you don’t entirely give up on your sexcapades?” 

You huff, crossing your arms as you lean against the counter across from him, “at least tell me you know how to make a girl come. That’s enough for me.”

He doesn’t know if the temperature in the room has risen or if he’s just warmer, but the vulgarity in which you ask makes him feel weaker. That being said, he liked to believe that he could confidently tell you that he could, and that it wouldn’t be a lie, “Are you telling me you’ve never once heard me had sex?”

Now it’s your turn to blush, turning your head away from him to stare at the wall ahead, “I mean… I wasn’t going to say it and embarrass you.” 

He likes this push and pull, the teasing nature that your question brought, and there’s something about you becoming more shy that makes him more confident, “you tell me then.”

He got you there. Not only had you heard some of the girls he’d been with, but they’d been more than vocal. Honestly, you couldn’t imagine ever being that loud, but then again, no one ever did anything that made you feel the need to scream.

“I have another question,” you start, and he nods as his lips turn upward into a grin, his deep dimples on full display for you. He’s nothing short of charming and sweet.

“You’re full of those today, aren’t you?”

“You sure they never faked it?”

Changmin can remember the few times he’s been rendered speechless, but none even came close to the way he falters now. He guesses there wasn’t ever a way of truly knowing, but it had been a long time since he felt like a girl wasn’t genuine with him. Honestly, the last time was probably back when he was still incredibly inexperienced. 

“Want to find out for yourself?” it’s an invitation that he doesn’t quite realise he’s given before it’s already too late, but he’s grateful that his voice always holds a hint of teasing so that if you completely turned away in disgust, he could somehow get away with it being a joke.

Both of you stand there silently, and Changmin is close to apologising for maybe crossing a line with you, but you cut him off first. 

“Okay,” he thinks he’s going crazy, like he’s hallucinating and losing his mind, but you don’t seem to back down, “but we should lay some ground rules first.”

Changmin didn’t know what he’d done in his life that resulted in him sat across from you at the dinner table with a notebook in front of him and a blue pen in hand writing down a list of what the two of you should be in agreement with before you’d have sex.

It sounded ridiculous, but he guessed this is how most friendships fell apart. There was always a risk involved. 

“Alright, let me see it,” he turns the notebook around towards you, and you read it all outloud one by one, pausing in-between to see if he has any objections or anything to add.

“If one of us feels uncomfortable we stop, no questions asked. If one of us catches feelings, we stop with no ill will and we won’t talk about it unless the person is okay with it. Traffic light system if ever necessary with tapping system if…” you pause, swallowing, “if traffic system can’t be used.”

Honestly, it makes you wonder what the hell you two may get up to, and it definitely makes you wonder if you should really be doing this. Changmin seems to see it too, the way you hesitate, “we don’t have to-”

“I know,” but you want to, “Minnie?”

“Hmm?”

“You remember what I like, right?”

“I mean… I know what you complain about when you come home unsatisfied, if that’s what you’re on about,” you nod, looking at the way his face illuminates with the dimmed light in the room. He’s beautiful. You've always thought it, but never had it been more than surface level admiration.

“Alright so…” this doesn’t feel natural. Maybe you need alcohol, but you also don’t want it to intoxicate your mind and hinder coherent thoughts. You just don’t know how to go about this. 

Changmin stands up, his chair dragging along the wooden floor when he does, “I mean… you’re free now, right?” 

It makes you laugh, getting up to briefly put your long empty mug in the sink before you jump up on the counter. His shirt rises with your movements and he moves closer to you instantly, already asking the next question, “can I kiss you?”

“Yeah,” he waits an agonisingly long time before his eyes flutter closed and his lips fall onto yours, but it’s enough to make you wonder why the hell you both took so long to do this. He’s good at kissing you, quick with changing pace so that you don’t get bored and rough with his hands on your body. It’s exactly what you’d want, and you wonder if maybe Changmin paid even more attention to the things you’d carelessly said in the past than you thought. 

You moan against his lips, and he slips his tongue into your mouth and roughly tugs at your hair, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter as your legs part for him to stand between. It drives you wild, and you feel just a little pathetic with how good you feel from something as simple as a kiss.

“You have no idea what you’ve done,” he pants against your lips, pushing the fabric you’re wearing up above your hips, your lace black panties in full view for him and the man nearly falls to his knees for you then. There’s something about you that works similarly to a drug, and he can’t wait another second before he strips your (well, his), shirt off and throws it to the floor. 

“Fuck,” he’s eyeing you hungrily, and normally such a gaze at your bare body may leave you wanting to cover up. But the way Changmin looks at you is so desperate and hungry that you blurt out the next words before you’ve thought of it. 

“Take a picture,” he can’t believe his luck, nor does he know what galaxy he saved in another life, but he’s practically tearing his phone from his pocket and fumbling to unlock it, nearly dropping it in the process. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes, Changmin. I’m sure,” it’s all the reassurance he needs, and the image he takes is enough to make his cock hard and strain against his sweatpants painfully. He throws his phone to the side, pulling his own shirt over his head and your mouth nearly waters at the sight you’re met with.

“Minnie…” you drag his name out in a whine, and he’s pulling you to your feet and practically shoving you down onto your knees in an instant before him. 

“Yes, angel?” it’s a mocking tone, but the very way he speaks to you causes your pussy to clench and your underwear to cling to your folds. The fabric teases your clit when you move and the stimulation makes you quiver. 

“Look at you, are you that weak?” you whine, licking the prominent v-line along his muscular stomach, before dipping your tongue beneath the fabric of his sweats. The blissful curses that leave his mouth and the grip he has on the back of your head is enough for you to pull the grey offending trousers down, his cock springing free.

“F-fuck,” maybe you were slowly starting to understand why girls were so loud with him. His cock was easily the biggest you’d ever seen, even to the point where you maybe thought that it was too much. Not only was the length impressive, but it was thick, enough that you struggled to wrap your hand around the base. 

“Are you dumb off seeing my cock already? Haven’t even fucked you yet,” it was degrading maybe, to have him insult you, but you wanted him to. His words turned you on, and you stick your tongue out and place the head of his cock in your mouth. 

You feel him grip a handful of hair, creating a makeshift ponytail as he steadies your head, your tongue lapping up his pre-cum and circling around the tip before you slowly try to ease him further into your mouth.

“Angel, you’re pathetic if that’s all you can take,” honestly, you’re inclined to agree. You’re barely halfway and your jaw already feels tense and your mouth feels full, but you try to relax and angle yourself slightly so that his cock pushes into your throat, “good girl.”

You cough, choking on your own spit and his cock but he keeps your head locked in place as tears spring to your eyes. It’s almost too much, but Changmin isn’t that cruel. He knows it and releases your head from his grip right after, allowing you to breathe. 

“I want you to fuck my mouth,” he’s stunned into silence at first. Truly, he’d never met a girl so eager to have his cock in her mouth, but who is he to say no?

“Oh… was that not too much for you… hmm?” 

“I’ll tap you three times if it is,” a pause, and then you look up at him, “I promise.”

He knows you’ll hold yourself to it. Even if he’d never experienced you sexually, he knows that you don’t go above your limits, so he trusts that you’ll let him know if you can’t take it. 

“Open your mouth,” you obey eagerly, knees pushing further apart, and he’s pulling your hair and yanking your head back so you look up at him before he spits in your mouth.

Fuck, he even remembered that.

He guides your mouth back to his cock, and you angle yourself again to push him deeper down your throat. You stop when you gag, and he only pulls back just enough to stop you from choking. He’s still at first, as if studying your reaction, before he starts to move. 

Changmin is relentless. Once he decides a certain pace, then that’s the way he’s going. He fucks your throat completely dry, and you only manage to get air for the second he spends pulling out of you before his cock stuffs you full again. Tears fall from your eyes and you moan, causing vibrations to hit his cock that only urge him on while you claw at his skin by his hips, trying to hold on to anything so you don’t fall over, scratching him until red angry marks taint his otherwise perfect skin. 

“You’re gonna swallow all of my cum, aren’t you baby?” you whimper, feeling his cock twitch before he stills, holding your head in place as his cum shoots down your throat. You savour every drop, falling into his arms as he pulls you up to your feet and then up onto his waist, “you good?”

“Y-yes,” you clear your throat, letting him carry you over to his bedroom before he sits down on the edge, shuffling around with you on top of him. Your clothed pussy rubs against him and it makes you shake, even more when you realise that he’s pushing your body further up, “do you need a break?”

“No,” he nods, resting his head on a pillow whilst you straddle his chest. You think you have a minute to breathe, but then his hands grip your ass and forcefully drag you up until your clothed cunt is hovering right over his mouth. 

“Min-”

“Hmm?” he kisses your thigh, and you nearly debate telling him that he doesn’t have to make you come. That you believe him when he says he knows exactly how to pleasure someone. Yet you’re convinced you’ll never get the mental image of him between your thighs out of your mind any time soon, and you’ll be damned if you let this go. 

“Fuck, I didn’t know you were so wet,” he chuckles, kneading your ass as he leans up and kisses your clothed folds. Your entire body trembles, and you wonder if you may have an orgasm right then, “all because of my cock in your mouth, hmm?” 

“Y-yes,” he pushes the fabric to the side, licking up your juices like he’s starved off the taste of you, and you feel your wetness drip onto his lips. You’re a moaning mess above him, only made louder when he spanks your ass. 

“You’re such a slut, hmm?” you want to agree, but just as you’re about to, his tongue finds your clit and you lose it, pushing down enough to wonder if you’re suffocating him between your legs. If you are, Changmin doesn’t mind, for he keeps the rigorous pace and only occasionally stops when the fabric of your underwear slips back into place. 

He growls, dissatisfied, and eventually he grips both ends of the flimsy fabric and tears it in half. Every movement he makes feels so messy and hungry, but you know everything is perfectly calculated. 

His ring finger teases your entrance while his tongue is still teasing your clit, lightly sucking the flesh, and you definitely know he’s calculating everything when he pushes his finger into you just as he lightly bites down on the bundle of nerves. 

“Changmin!” it’s rare, almost never, that you use his full name. Usually it’s when you’re angry, but in this case, it’s because you’ve lost most ability to think and say the first thing that comes to your mind. 

“God, look how you clench around my finger,” he swears he sees stars with how tight you are, pushing another finger inside you to slowly open you up enough for his cock, his rings cooling against your heat. A string of curses fall from his lips, knowing it’ll likely require some patience if you’re already clenching around something so small. 

“F-fuck,” you rock your hips against him, and he uses his free hand to press your thighs down, holding them in place as he laps his tongue back over your folds to where his fingers scissor you open, before running up to your clit. There’s a familiar coil in your stomach, but it grows all too quickly and without any warning while you desperately struggle against his harsh grip on your legs and his eagerness to taste you, “Chan- ahh.”

You briefly wonder if you may pass out, your entire body rising up though he moves with you, not once letting his fingers move even an inch out of you as he feels you convulse and shake above him. 

It takes him another second to realise that you’ve squirted on his chest and up along his collarbone and neck when you rose up, and your cheeks go incredibly crimson when you realise that you’ve left him a complete mess. But to him, he’s never felt more accomplished in his life, “fuck, you’re doing that again.”

His fingers slip out of you, and he’s incredibly gentle when he lets you lay there to recollect your breathing and become aware of your surroundings again. You could safely say that not only could he make a girl come, but he’d given you the most intense orgasm of your life. 

“Can I restrain you?” 

The question catches you by surprise at first, and it takes pathetically long for you to react at first, “what for?” 

“When I fuck you,” your eyes open, and there he is, sweating, still glistening slightly from your own orgasm, cock fully erect and dimples showing as he smiles. 

He looks ethereal. 

“Unless you’d rather stop for today? If it’s too much-”

“No! No, please don’t stop,” he chuckles, amusement dancing in his eyes while he reaches over and kneads your ass cheeks again, occasionally offering a light spank that causes your body to ripple against the mattress, moans leaving your lips. 

You may lose your voice at this rate. 

“So… can I?” You think about it for a second, before ultimately nodding and deciding it’s something you’d like to try. 

“How do you want me?” 

“God, you can’t just say that. I might die,” you laugh, at least happy to know that you affect him just as much as he affects you. 

“But to answer the question…” he comes up behind you, chest pressing into your back as his cock grazes against your ass, making you subconsciously push against him, “I’d like you just like this.”

He adjusts the pillow, ensuring that your head is well rested if your hands are going to be bound against your back, limiting the amount of support you can give yourself. What shocks you the most is how the handcuffs he’d fished from his nightstand are not only a bright pink, but shaped like a heart, “didn’t take you as someone who’d have that.”

“Chanhee bought it as a joke. Don’t think he’d assume I’d actually use it,” you chuckle, briefly thinking of your friend who really probably didn’t think much of it (or maybe he did know), whilst Changmin restrains your wrists and tightens the metal, “too much?”

“No… but not tighter, please?” Changmin obeys, doesn’t push where he feels like he shouldn’t and instead pushes your knees apart, your pussy coated in your juices and now in full view for him as he’d stripped you off your last item of clothing.

An item that you could honestly throw away. 

“Just tell me if you want me to free you,” but you don’t think you’ll want him to. Something about giving him complete control over you whilst he fucks you from behind makes you question your sanity, because you feel like you’ve never wanted anything else more. 

The tip of his bare cock teases your entrance and you whimper, especially when he stills “can I fuck you raw?” 

“Yes,” you'd expected an internal debate in your mind that never comes. You always used condoms. Hell, you couldn’t remember when you last didn’t, but you wanted to feel every inch of his cock inside you and suddenly that internal thought process didn’t matter. You were on birth control anyway. 

“You’re going to kill me,” he slowly pushes his cock inside your sopping cunt, groaning at how tight you feel. He was going to have to take it inch by inch, quite literally, and the very thought was agonising to him. 

“F-fuck… you don’t fit,” you’re laughing, and at least knowing that you’re amused has him relaxing from the thought of thinking he was causing you pain. He laughs with you, but it’s quickly lost as he pushes himself deeper inside you, the sound strangled in his throat, “oh my god.”

“You still have a bit more than half, you know?” 

“Shut up, there’s no w- mhmm,” he shuts you up with a rather deep push of his hips, splitting you open around his shaft, “now it’s about half.”

He’s teasing you again, but it’s so incredibly hot that you don’t care. You’re convinced that Changmin is the sexiest man in the world with the way he’s set on fucking you stupid.

It’s never taken you this long to adjust to someone’s length and girth, but it’s a good few more minutes of Changmin pushing a little more every time until your ass finally meets his hips, “god, look at you. You’re drooling.”

He chuckles, and you realise he’s right, moaning as you feel yourself clench around him unintentionally. He really has you forget all coherent thought, completely unaware of your own reactions “you can move.”

The platinum blond does not need to be told more than once. He’s been waiting to move, been desperate to, as he moves in slow and languid thrusts, like he needs you to feel every inch of his cock inside you, “mhmm, more.”

“Already? Can you take it?” You nod, feeling him hold your head down against the pillow, his other hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise as he quickens his pace. You cry out his name almost instantly, screaming it over and over from the pleasure you feel, though it’s partially muffled. 

“How good you take my cock.”

“Y-yes,” you stutter, feeling a sharp sting to your ass, but before you have time to respond, he’s taken the same hand he used to pull you up by the handcuffs that bind your wrists, your back twisted while he grips your hair and pulls you back into his shoulder, “h-harder.”

“Still?” he groans, obliging as he quickened his pace, his other free hand going around your waist and to your stomach, and he swears he can feel his cock inside you with every thrust, “mhmm fuck… I can feel my cock inside you.”

“Fuck... oh fuck, C-Changmin!” you wish your hands were free so you could touch him, but instead you have to rely on him to hold you up as he roughly pounds into you with no remorse. The pleasure becomes overbearing, but it’s brought to its peak when he dares test the waters with something you’d only mentioned once as something you wanted to try. 

His hand that had been gripping your hair snakes around your throat, and at first he only squeezes lightly to see how you respond, if he should stop or keep going. 

“C-Changmin! G-god. Please,” you whimper, tears falling from your eyes once again from the pleasure and he grins, biting down on your shoulder. 

“Whore,” he groans, tightening the hand he has around your neck just slightly as he breathes into your ear, his grip enough to cause the oxygen in your brain to short circuit but not enough to make you feel in pain or like you’re in danger. 

If your hands were free, you honestly think you’d make him grip you harder, and you know you’re about to fall over the edge.

It’s your inability to freely move and the way he holds you in place exactly the way he wants you with his cock deep inside you that makes you scream his name one more time, so loud that you'd be more surprised if the neighbours didn't hear it, your entire body shaking and clenching on his cock as you mess the sheets with your orgasm. 

It’s the stimulation around his cock and the tightness that makes him lose control, and a mangled cry of your name leaves his lips when his cum spills into you, coating your walls and leaving you to collapse as he loses his strength to hold you, pleasured groans falling from his chapped lips.

You fall onto the bed, hands still bound behind your back with Changmin falling right next to you. Neither of you say anything, but both your heavy breaths are loud in the room as you try to collect yourself. 

“We should shower,” you whine as a response, because you honestly don’t think you can move. Changmin doesn’t think he can either, but there’s no way he’s letting you lay in the mess you made with his cum still spilling out of you. 

As absolutely feral and possessive as that makes him. 

Your best friend unbinds the pink cuffs keeping your wrists together, wincing slightly as he sees how harshly you tugged at it even with the room he’d left. He brings them both to his lips, kissing the faint bruising as an apology falls from his mouth, but you don’t want him to be sorry.

“Please, if you dare apologise for the best sex of my life, I’ll kill you,” he chuckles, and you reach out lazily to poke his dimples, smiling when he squirms. 

“I’ll get you ice at least,” he finally gets up, and while the muscles in his body scream at him, he lifts you up into his arms and into the bathroom, setting you down in the tiled shower whilst adjusting the temperature of the water. 

“Wait here,” you nod, sat on the tiled floor in the shower as the water falls onto you, though you find it quite comfortable. Changmin comes back not long after, a few ice cubes wrapped around a towel that he holds to your wrist, kissing your forehead softly while brushing through your knotted hair. He’s completely different now, caring for you, and your heart swells in affection for him. 

“Can I wash you?” you nod, and you sit there with him whilst he rubs your body wash over your skin and then his own, making sure you’re both clean and taking his time as he does. He winces at the faint bruising on your hip and around your shoulder where he’d bitten your skin, but you glare at him, reminding him not to think about it. 

“Don’t pout about it,” you remind him, and he nods as he slowly begins to massage your scalp with your conditioner. 

He cares for you so much, and you’ve never felt it more than now, still trying to recollect your thoughts while he ensures you’re okay even when his own exhaustion is threatening to have him pass out on you. 

He even makes the bed for you both while you just sit and wait, fluffing the pillows for him, dressed in a new shirt of his while he's just adorning a pair of black boxers, and when he reaches for you to fall into his arms, you’re more than happy to. 

You think with how you’re spent, you’d fall asleep in an instant, but instead you lazily brush Changmin’s hair from his forehead and kiss his shoulder. He lets you do whatever you want, watching you with a deep adoration and love, but it doesn’t scare you. 

It doesn’t scare you, because you know when you look at him, it wasn’t just you who’d failed at keeping your feelings away. 

“I love you,” he’s surprised to hear you say it first, but the warmth in his chest and the smile that threatens to slip just make you want to say it again and again. 

“I love you too,” you nestle into his shoulder, still lazily playing with his hair while one of his hands hovers over your thigh, the other behind your back, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt so content. 

“Also… next time, I’ll be the one leaving bruises,” Changmin laughs, and it’s a sound that brings you complete peace. 

“I’m holding you to that but..." he pushes the fabric of his boxers down past his hipbone, revealing aggressive red marks that you barely remember leaving. There's a silence first, before you lean close and kiss the broken skin, "oh, please don't do that. I'll want to ruin you again."

You oblige. As desirable as the thought is, you're both tired, and you lay there silently for a few more minutes until he breaks it to ask you a question that's been on his mind since your first orgasm, "still think sex is overrated?"

You throw a pillow right onto his smug face as your answer.

well... i wrote that... i actually can't believe the ideas in my brain sometimes. also the resitance to switch it to another member because i'm weak for them??? guess we writing more boyz ✌️🥵

[thecreaturecodex]

Muki

Image © Victor-DT, accessed at their deviantArt gallery here

[The Creature Codex 2022 World Tour is moving south, to South America. South America has probably been the continent that has gotten the least attention in Pathfinder. Australia is the other contender, but there’s lots of Australian animals statted up, at least, and transported incongruously to the vaguely European Avistan.

We’re starting with one of the many Little People found in the lore of South America’s people. The muki appears throughout the Central Andes, in Ecuador, Bolivia, Colombia and Peru, under different names (I believe the name “muki”, spelled this way, is most common in Bolivia, but Wikipedia might be lying to me again). The muki fits into the wider family of mining faeries, along with such D&D staples as gnomes and kobolds.]

Muki CR 2 CN Fey This little man is the height of a human toddler, but broad shouldered and muscular. He has a long beard, and small horns growing from his head. He carries a lantern in one hand and a pick in the other.

A muki is a mining fey, constantly delving into the earth in search of precious metals. They provide copper, silver, gold and platinum to the fey courts, and guard their treasures jealously. A company of mukis will often mine the same mountain as mortal crews, and they will attempt to distract or misdirect the humanoids in order to keep the best treasures for themselves. Pranks played by the mukis include making strange noises, collapsing empty tunnels, stealing or moving gear, or even knocking out miners with toxic gas and leaving them to be found by their peers.

A muki will occasionally work with humanoids instead of against them, but only if suitably rewarded and only under certain circumstances. Mukis will sacrifice veins of tin and copper if it means keeping the silver and gold to themselves. They appreciate rewards of mortal intoxicants—alcohol and coca are favorites. The surest way to lose a muki’s help is to let others know that a muki is helping you. A muki that learns that its confidence is betrayed will often offer to guide their former friend to a new lode, only to leave them stranded and lost in the dark after hiking through miles of tunnels.

A muki can dig through stone as if it were paper, but their tools leave metals practically untouched—a valuable skill when seeking out ore. Any lamp touched by a muki radiates a light as clear as daylight, but only if the muki so wishes. Some mukis wear traditional robes, others steal mining garments and helmets from mortals and dress up as them, half in honor and half in mockery. They don’t particularly need the helmets—a muki can headbutt its way through a solid stone wall, given enough time. Few mukis are more than two feet tall, but they have brawny bodies. They walk with a waddling gait due to their short legs and wide feet.

Muki     CR 2 XP 600 CN Small fey Init +1; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, Perception +10 Aura bad air (Fort DC 14, 30 ft.) Defense AC 14, touch 12, flat-footed 13 (+1 size, +1 Dex, +1 natural, +1 armor) hp 16 (3d6+6) Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +6 DR 5/cold iron; SR 13 Offense Speed 20 ft. Melee heavy pick +5 (1d4+3/x4), slam +0 (1d4+1) or slam +5 (1d4+4) Statistics Str 16, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 13, Wis 14, Cha 12 Base Atk +1; CMB +3; CMD 14 Feats Alertness, Great Fortitude Skills Bluff +7, Climb +9, Knowledge (dungeoneering, engineering) +4, Perception +10, Profession (miner) +5, Sense Motive +4, Stealth +11 Languages Common, Sylvan, Terran SQ digmaster, magic lantern, no breath Ecology Environment any mountains and underground Organization solitary, crew (2-6) or company (7-12) Treasure double standard (Small padded armor, Small heavy pick, hooded lantern, other treasure) Special Abilities Bad Air Aura (Su) As a standard action, a muki can emit toxic fumes in a 30 foot radius. Any creature breathing in the area must succeed a DC 13 Fortitude save or take 1d6 points of nonlethal damage. A creature that fails two saves in a row is staggered from coughing for 1 round. A creature that is unconscious from nonlethal damage begins to take lethal damage. A muki can stop emitting these fumes as a move action. This is a poison effect, and the save DC is Constitution based. Digmaster (Su) A muki ignores the first 8 points of hardness when attacking stone objects or creatures. Magic Lantern (Su) A muki can cause a lamp, lantern, candle or other light source to glow as per a daylight spell. It can activate or deactivate this ability as a swift action.