#my pony tail keeps getting higher and higher

[witch-squibby]

This mother's day shit has been fucking crazy but one this is for sure, I have been staying very cute thru out.

[thecuriousquest]

May I request a scenario where Yandere Levi takes a liking to a new cadet. She is sweet, innocent, and just so cute. He plays favourites with her, gives her special treatment, and makes her 'help' him with paperwork, etc. (grooming her, basically.) Reader is oblivious to his intentions. She is just happy that such an important person, and her role model, is even sparing her a glance. One day, they are in his office and Levi is feeling particularly bold. He is all touchy-touchy with her. She is feeling uncomfortable but tries to brush it off. Then he tries to kiss her and she freaks out. She immediately pushes him away and rejects his advances. Levi is pissed. He thinks she is being ungrateful. He was done playing patient and nice with her and decides to take her right there, even when she cries and begs him to stop. Reader is left feeling utterly devasted and betrayed.

A Good Cadet Follows Orders

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, rape, manipulation, grooming, slapping, virginity loss

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“With me, cadet,” is all Captain Levi Ackerman throws over his shoulder as he walks towards the his office building.

“Yes, Sir!” you exclaim, bringing your training to a halt as you run after him. You don’t feel bad in the slightest for having to cut things short. The captain needs something from you, and you think about this with a smile on your face as you walk behind him, just as he has taught you.

Arriving at his office, you stand with your hands behind your back, folded delicately at the base of your spine.

Levi sits down at his desk and begins shuffling through a couple of papers. “Clean yourself up and then sit down with me. I want you to help me with some paper work.”

“Yes, Captain.”

You walk over to the mirror and see that there are traces of dirt on your cheek. Your hair is untidy as well. This simply won’t do. How could you have let yourself get this filthy during your training? And to be in the presence of such a refined captain? You can barely tolerate the thought.

You know better than to speak out of turn, but maybe if you apologize, it might ease things between the two of you. Although, there isn’t any tension in the air, you still feel disgusted with yourself. In a way, you feel like you have let him down just for walking behind him covered in filth.

You wash your face with the pot of water and basin in his office. It feels refreshing to relieve yourself of such dirt. Taking your hair out of the low pony tail that has several locks falling out of place, you redo your hair in a tight braid that Levi would approve of.

Feeling better about your appearance, you present yourself to your captain. Anxiety riddles you as he inspects your form.

“Very good, Y/N. Sit down now. You can work on these,” he explains as he hands you several forms, all of which have been given to him by Erwin.

“Thank you, Sir,” and you mean it. You are so grateful that he thinks a low tier cadet like you could help him in any way, shape, or form. It means a lot to you.

Twenty minutes in, he looks over at you and demands that you stop. “What did I tell you about rushing your penmanship?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Captain. I didn’t even realize…”

What could you say to make this better?

“It’s okay. I’m not mad. Keep in mind that this is going to the higher ups.”

“Yes, Captain, I’ll do better.”

Out of nowhere, he tells you, “I like your hair braided better than in that low style you usually wear.”

Your mouth drops a little, and you nod as you bite on your lower lip. “Thank you, Sir. I can wear it more often like this.”

His eyes lower back to the forms on the surface of his desk. “Only if it’s something you’d like to do.”

“It is. I mean, I like it like this too, and it isn’t complex. It would be just as easy for me to put my hair in a braid. It probably wouldn’t get loose either.”

“Well then, I look forward to seeing you train hard with your hair out of your face.”

Smiling, you can’t think of anything to say as you’re overcome with giddiness. “Yes, Sir,” is all that tumbles from your mouth.

———

“Fuck, Captain Ackerman is just such a hard ass. If I had the choice between training with him and being eaten by a Titan, I’m not sure which one I would pick,” you hear some lowlife cadet complain in the dining hall.

“Would you shut the fuck up?” you can’t help but interject in your teammate’s conversation.

“Oh, look, it’s the teacher’s pet kissing his ass when he’s not even here.”

“I…I am not kissing his ass. You’re just being an ungrateful jerk.”

He makes a kissy face at you with his eyes scrunched closed, and you punch him square in the jaw. The asshole rocks back on the bench, falling onto the floor with a groan.

“With me, cadet,” you hear the deep and familiar voice behind you, and you instantly go cold with fear.

Your captain just saw you commit an act of violence towards a teammate. What will he think of you now? Thoughts like this fill your head as you walk behind him, hands folded at the base of your spine, hair still pulled back in a tight braid.

You reach his office for the second time that day, and he turns to you with crossed arms.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself, cadet?”

Dropping your eyes to the floor out of respect, you bite your wobbling lip. Shaking your head, you try to control yourself.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

“I’m sorry for the disrespect I displayed tonight with my actions towards you and my teammate. I will apologize to them as well. I was angry, but that’s no excuse. I will work to do better and to be better.”

Levi seems to be considering all of this. “Why were you angry?” he inquires.

“Oh, um, well…”

“What have I told you about mumbling?”

“…Not to.”

“Go on and explain yourself clearly.”

“Yes, Captain. I was angry because he was saying things about you that I didn’t like.”

A bit of pride puffs up in Levi’s chest, but he forces himself not to let the smile he’s feeling show.

“Hmmm, do you think what you did deserves a punishment?”

Punishment…you can’t fathom it. Will he hit you, make you do extra training, clean something a million times?

“Only if you think I do, Sir.”

You hear him walk over to his desk, but you don’t see what he’s doing as you keep your eyes glued to the floor. All too soon, he’s standing in front of you holding…is that a tea cup?

He hands the tea to you and guides you over to his desk. He pushes his plate of food towards you and gestures for you to eat.

Is this how he plans to discipline you?

“Captain-”

You want to ask what is happening, but he cuts your sentence off.

“Eat, cadet. No talking.”

Not sure if you should say “yes, Sir”, you stay quiet and begin your meal. It’s warm, filling, and the tea is comforting. It somehow manages to soothe your sore muscles. When finished with your supper and tea, you look at Levi, waiting for him to give you an order.

“You look like you have something to say. What is it?”

“I just wanted to thank you for this, all of this.” You hope he can understand your meaning without you specifically explaining every single thing that you’re thankful for.

To your chagrin, he nods in return. “You’re very welcome.”

“Do you need me to clean up the dishes?”

“No, that’s alright. Why don’t you go and get some rest? Be back in my office after training.”

“Yes, Sir. Have a goodnight.” You smile as you leave and head to your quarters. The quirk of your lips never leaves until you fall into a deep sleep.

———

Captain Ackerman is making his presence behind you very clear as you sit at his desk and work on more forms. He seems to be…in some kind of mood, one you’re not quite familiar with.

He touches your braid again. At first, you thought he was inspecting it, looking for anything out of place. Sometimes, he makes you redo your hair if he finds a few loose strands.

However, this is different. He seems to be feeling your hair rather than scrutinizing your braided locks. He places his hands on your shoulders and leans into your ear.

“Very nice penmanship, cadet. Much better than yesterday.”

Nervously, you force yourself to keep still as you clear your throat. “Yes, Captain, thank you. I remembered not to rush.”

“I’m glad the lesson stuck. You’re such a good learner, a good cadet. It seems like I’ve trained you very well.”

“Yes, Sir, I’ve been trained by the best.”

Your feelings are mixed with confidence from his praise and anxiety from his touches. What is happening?

Then, something you never thought would happen happens. You feel lips on your neck, and you jump out of your chair. Turning to look at him with confusion and disbelief, you see one emotion clearly expressed by him: rage.

“Sir, why did you do that?” you ask with a high pitch in your tone as your hand clutches the spot he just kissed.

“Isn’t it obvious, L/N? Please, tell me you’re not that much of an idiot.”

His advances are fast, his feet stopping just in front of yours. You have no time to react as you try to block him from grabbing you.

He laughs as you try to use his own moves against him. He trips you, and you lose your balance, thus losing your ability to parry his attacks. From fear of falling, you stick your hands out in front of you.

Levi takes this moment to grab you like he originally planned to. He grips both of your arms and positions you on the desk so that you’re looking up at the ceiling.

You cry out as his hands begin ripping apart your uniform. The sturdy cloth that has withstood training time and time again is now being torn apart by your savage captain. He’s like a feral animal, and you’re his prey. Fear overcomes you, and you desperately try to preserve your modesty by clutching your bare crotch.

“Please, stop! I don’t want this! You can’t do this, Captain!”

“I think you’ll find I can do anything I please, you shitty brat.”

As you try to pick yourself up, he slams you down on your back again, pinning your shoulders to the surface of his desk. Paperwork be damned.

Standing between your legs, he works his way past the apex of your slit before thrusting himself inside of you. It’s jarring, even more shocking than when he kissed you, and you feel a sharp thrumming of pain down there. It’s unlike any other pain you’ve felt before. It burns, stings like a thousand wasps.

You don’t remember when you started sobbing, but your tears are all you can focus on now as the tears roll sideways and drip into your ears.

Betrayed. Utterly disgusted with betrayal is how you feel. Your captain whom you so adored is now invading you in a way that you wanted to save for someone special. Your captain was supposed to be your mentor, your guiding light; he wasn’t supposed to be some depraved monster assaulting you.

Did he ever want anything more from you than what’s between your legs to begin with? All of those months you worked with him in his office, all of the special things he’d do for you, was it all just for this moment?

A heart broken wail rips from the depths of your lungs as you look into his stone colored eyes. A sharp slap connects with your cheek, and you feel dizzy. For a singular second, you’re no longer aware of him between your legs until an uncomfortable shape pokes your cervix.

“Be a good girl now and stop crying,” he warns you as he continues to thrust in and out.

You try to take a deep breath, but the tears never cease. You feel something warm and sticky gather between your legs as he pulls away from you.

“We have a lot of training to do. I don’t want you crying like a bitch every time I fuck you.”

You don’t listen to him. You can hear him talking, but you don’t understand his words.

“I t-trusted y-y-you! D-defended y-you!” is all you can scream at him.

Levi adjusts his clothes. He regards you lazily with a glance from the side, and you feel a new wave of sobs wash over your exhausted body.

“Go to the mirror and clean up, cadet. Redo your braid as well. I see a couple of hairs got loose.”

What can you do? What else is there to do?

“…Yes, Sir.”

You sniffle with a note of somberness as you obey. What was it that the captain always used to say? “A good cadet follows orders.”

[nancypullen]

Hole in One

Alrighty! I returned home from Florida yesterday, racing ahead of storms the whole way. The mister and I arrived in our driveway around 5 o'clock and I immediately dumped suitcases and started laundry. I had to get a jump on things, it's just a week until Christmas and I can't be bogged down with run of the mill chores - I have stuff to do! My visit with my mom and sister was fun, we spent most of it shopping and eating, the two sacred female activities. I had hoped to get a haircut while I was down there since the Denton stylists have done me wrong (fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice...they've fooled me twice already). But there just weren't any appointments available. I'm tempted to get a short hairstyle, even though I don't like my face with short hair. It might be easier as far as wash and dry, but I'd have to maintain it with cuts every six to eight weeks so that's actually higher maintenance. Looks like I will sail into old age with pony tails and Farrah layers. At this point I really don't care. My mother suggested I just let it grow and sport a long braid. That appeals to me - seems like a very artsy, slightly hippie vibe, and I'm a fan of that. It may also mean I've given up. You win, hair.

My sister's birthday was on our schedule for the visit. We celebrated with presents, a good dinner, and dessert. She said that she wanted a fruit platter instead of a cake, and the birthday girl's wishes are supposed to come true.

We didn't get to light those candles. She'd contracted the plague right before traveling and no one wanted her blowing all over the fruit. It wasn't covid, but she spent most of the trip coughing, dripping, and blowing. Not fun for her at all. On the other hand, if you have stock in facial tissue or Sudafed she boosted your profits. Merry Christmas. Still, a good time was had by all and then we flew away to our respective nests. And speaking of flying, on my way down to Florida I gave the gift that keeps on giving - laughter. Apparently, choosing to fly comfortably in my favorite old jeans was a mistake. They broke up with me on this trip. We parted ways.

Sadly, I was unaware that it had happened. I have no idea how long I walked around showing the world my underwear. I had a three hour layover in Atlanta where I walked around and around and up and down. Escalators, trains, jetways - you're welcome holiday travelers. Enjoy telling your friends about the lady in front of you who didn't know her pants had split. It wasn't until I arrived at my mother's house that my sister pointed out that it looked like I'd "had a blow out". Of course. It wasn't even because they were tight, they weren't, just really, really old. They'd been washed a million times, I suppose I should have checked them for thinning spots. Naturally travel day was the day the threads just couldn't hold on another minute. Oh well. If you were in the Atlanta airport on December 12th and saw an old lady's underwear, speak kindly of her. She didn't know. Today I'm doing the bare minimum. I have a very busy few days ahead and no rest in sight until the new year. I feel myself coming down with my sister's cold, or maybe it was given to me by any of the hundreds of people hacking and snorting in the airports and on planes. I have too much to do to be sick, so I'm going to pretend it's not happening. I'm ready for Christmas, but not all of the meals involved. I'll be feeding a crowd from the 22nd through, I think, the 29th. Other than Xmas dinner I'm keeping it simple. A big pot of chili one night, sheet pan suppers, maybe a pasta bake with rotini and meatballs, definitely something in the crockpot one night. I'm out of ideas. None of that sounds delicious to me, and certainly not as healthy as we'd normally eat, but I just need to get through that week of meals. No one will die from it.

So I'm making my grocery list and checking it twice, then I'm going to wash my hair, and finish up a little laundry. Mickey has a photo club meeting tonight so I'm just making quick taco bowls (seasoned ground turkey, black beans, cauliflower rice, tomato & onion, etc) for dinner. I may spend the evening watching Hallmark movies and pretending I live in one of those adorable fictional towns. I'll be the struggling bakery owner trying to charm the big city exec who represents the corporation trying to buy out my little shop. We'll fall in love somewhere between the obligatory snowball fight and accidentally bumping into each other under the mistletoe. Although I'm strapped for cash I'll wear a different designer coat and new boots in every scene. In the end he won't be able to resist me and my fabulous wardrobe and he'll surprise me by becoming a silent investor in my bakery and dropping to one knee in front of the town's giant Christmas tree (or an ice skating rink, your choice). The predictable plot lines are what I love about them. I hope your week has been better than split pants and sneezes, and that you spend your evening feeling cozy and content. That's my goal. The countdown to Santa has begun and I couldn't be happier. Let's do this! Sending out lots of love. Stay safe, stay well, go ahead and have another cookie. XOXO, Nancy

[todayiwishtobe]

A Constricted Centaur

M/M Explicit Monsterfucking

Sub Centaur Narrator x Dom Naga/lamia Boyfriend

Both characters have cocks

Contains constriction/bondage, cold-blooded lover, anal sex, blindfolding, dehumanisation/dumbification/degradation, dom/sub, mild temperature play, mild cumplay.

 I can't see, but that just makes the touches across my body even more noticeable, my lover's cool scales coiling all about my body. His length is wrapped around my barrel, his human torso pressed against my own, his forked tongue tickling my ear as he hisses soft compliments.

I gasp as his tail rubs under my own, sending shocks up my body, and he winds tighter to me.

"Careful, pony."

His grasp is firm, and I can barely move inside his coils but I love the binding, so my tension and breath leave my body together in a long moment.

"Good boy."

I can say nothing in response as his mouth presses against mine. Our tongues push together, exploring the depths of each other. His sharp teeth are an edge of danger, made more enjoyable by the knowledge that he will never harm me.

While I'm distracted with the deep kiss, he continues to wind his tail around my hindquarters, getting himself into position to take what he wants. When all is ready, he breaks the kiss. Though I'm blindfolded, my mind's eye can see the grin his words carry.

"Ready for your ride, ponyboy?"

His cock is pressing against my hole, slick with lube, and I barely manage to gasp an affirmative.

"I didn't understand that." he mocks me.

"Yes!"

"Beg for it."

I'm so horny, I can barely think enough to string the sentence together, and my lover's body rubbing against my stiffened cock doesn't help.

"You're drooling, my love."

I know, I can feel the pre oozing out and across my lover's scales. I know he'll be loving the warm drops, he's told me before, it's all part of being his precious bodywarmer. The memories don't help, especially as his length teases my arse, and I whine. His silibant chuckles taunt me, and the embarrassed heat in my cheeks just fuels my arousal.

"Come on, if you want me to fuck your brains out, you need to start with some."

He knows his teasing is just making it harder for me, and that's the point. He's perfectly capable of keeping me here for hours, and has done, but this time I manage to screw together enough brains to gasp out

"Please...fuck me...crush me...plea...AH!"

I scream in delight as he rams himself into me, cutting off my pleas with a wave of pleasure.

"Good boy, that's all a dumb ponytoy like you needs to say."

He pulls back and thrusts in again and again, finding a rhythm that runs through his entire body, his muscles tight against mine, a glorious pressure that spirals up my body, along his many coils. My breath comes in gasps, my mouth lolling open as the sensuality swallows up all else. His fingers fondle my lips and tongue, shuddering with the pleasure of his thrusts as I clench my arse around his cock, desperate to give him some fraction of the pleasure he's giving me.

"Such...good...toy..."

His halting compliments tell me I'm succeeding, his breath against my neck becoming ragged with his delight. As constricted as I am, I can't do much, but that what I can is working brings me pleasure, a cycle of escalating delight that we both ride ever-higher. For long minutes we writhe and grasp at each other, he bathing in my heat, me rejoicing in his coolness, until he grasps me tight, a long hiss from between his teeth as he fills me with his climax.

"...good...slut."

Even in his fatigue, his body works my cock, and I do what I can too, what fractions of motion I can make to thrust into his coils, and soon I too come, a feral cry as my warm seed paints him thickly. He places a finger on my lips, chiding my lack of control, but with a condescensing expectation of my weakness, after all, I'm just a dumb pony slut. He moves higher, stretch up his body on the scaffold of mine, smearing my cum over the hair of my belly and back.

The dexterity of my lover lets him bind and release purely as he sees fit, and he chooses neither as he moves himself, lying his human body along my back, his coils wrapping around me as he settles into a tight grasp that will not slip from relaxed inattention, and I can feel his eyes close as he relaxes into my warmth and softness.

His grasp is better than any weighted blanket, and I, too find myself relaxing, the world drifting away as we bask in the afterglow of pleasure and in the touch and weight of each other's bodies.

[not-a-font]

Rating the Akatsuki on how easily I can imagine them with a bowl cut.

Tobi -3/10: his spiky hair sticking up over his spiral mask makes him look like a hedgehog and helps sell the idiot chaotic gremlin persona. He just would not be the same with a bull cut and you wouldn't see it anyway since his mask has a huge strap that covers the lower parts of his hair.

Obito 10/10: Obito, on the other hand, I can very easily see with a bowl cut. I can easily picture him absolutely rocking a bowl cut while monologuing about how life is a lie.

Deidara 2/10: his hair has the right texture for it, but my mind keeps pasting on the bang and pony tail. It's very weird image and I can't consolidate with anything.

Sasori 9/10: He already has the shape and length, just comb it down a bit and ta-da.

Orochimaru 7/10: on the one hand Orochimaru's long luscious straight hair is a big part of his character design but on the other hand I can imagine Orochimaru doing literally anything because he is freaky enough to try it. Take that all you will.

Itachi 0/10: He has not the personality or the audacity for it. Every time I think about it his bangs appear out of nowhere. Not in my wildest dreams could I fuck with Itachi's hair.

Kisame 11/10: help I can picture it so clearly and it looks so wrong.

Kakuzu 8/10: I can actually picture it very easily but on in the gray color of his turban and not in his actual hair color.

Hidan -10/10: I refuse to get rid of Hidan's hair line. Let him slick it back like a 60s movie star.

Konan 100/10: very easy to see and WHY DOES IT LOOK SO GOOD

Pein -1/10: like with Tobi, the spiky hair complements his character design very well. I can imagine those punk piercings with a bowl cut. I'd score it a little higher if it was just Yahiko but pein with a bowl cut is painful

Nagato 100/10: YOU ON THE OTHER HAND COMPLETELY ROCK IT. OWN IT QUEEN WITH YOUR BLUE GIRLFRIEND.

Zetsu -100/10: ew no. Your hair is fake enough already. And quit paying for your mom's healthcare.

[tittysuckersworld]

ejahdhwgejvd okay so know how i cut my hair?? i know its been like a few weeks now but im still ajusting cause i usually keep my hair up just so its out of face. but the delights i judt got back-

used to really love putting up my hair cause it would flop arounf and be very fun to shake and such but once it got to a long enough point i just couldnt anymore. was devistated when i found out it ment it also was just constantly irritating my neck also and i just, i was really sad. i dont usually have my hair up in a sorta high ponytail but gosh did i love it

and now! with new haircut i can enjoy ponytails again!!!! and like i diwbfuwbej with how i cut it, when i putt it all back the lil pony tail is so small and cute and sorta blunt i guess? like dont know how i did it but when its up it dosent really have much of any layers and looks sorta like an anime characters hair i guess?? like how some just have blunt pony tail? idk is hard to explain-

but its just soooo cute!!!!!! need to sleep but i just wanna get up and shake my head a bunch cause it dosent slap my face! it dosent brush my sholders! it can move with full motion

without being a pain! and i love it so much!!!!!need to figure out cute hair accessories and how to easily do higher pony tails just cause i now want to have more fun with hair style stuffs again.

like planned cute hairstyles before cutting it so could cut it to do those styles and am so so so so exited to do them now when i have time+energy+materials! need to ask for like the hair stuffs tho- but am sure can hopefully get them! so so happyyyy djegdjsjdhsidjw

[slifarianhawk]

Chapter 11: Truth

A week had passed with ease and thanks to the Angelis virus any sign of harm to my body had vanished. The day came when I was supposed to complete my first set of missions for Wesker. The escort detail would be a walk in the park and the b.o.w. hunt even more so. The thing I was worried about was gathering Intel on the B.S.A.A., that alone I was worried about. Chris knows what I look like as do the B.S.A.A. higher ups.

I had just finished assembling my med kit with my viral stablizer securely stored away when a forceful knock rang from the door.

''Come in." I said pulling my hair in to a low pony tail.

"Alistar are you ready to go?" Steve asked with a black backpack on. He looked like a college student about to visit his parents.

"Almost, I have to prepare a few rounds of viral stablizer. I have a horrible feeling that something bad will happen." I stated.

"You seem a tad paranoid, I thought you were a cool collected killer like Wesker." Steve joked.

"Haha yea no, I can't ignore my instincts in situations like this." I sighed, "I'm having the same feeling from when the Russia base was shut down and we all know what happened that night.".

"That bad huh?" Steve said shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

"Yea, but oh well we are already running behind because of me ." I stocked my herbs, viral stablizer cache and lifted my brief case, "let's go.".

Steve started out the door and I followed  in suit. The halls seemed lighter than normal as if the thought of the outside world brightened my view of the rotting hellhole I'm in. The halls were filled with soldiers and researchers rushing to their proper stations.  This was almost like my time in Russia.

I let out a small chuckle when we went to the air strip. That was a big fucking mistake.

"And why are you laughing?!" A shrill female voice broke the peaceful silence, just my damn luck.

"Ah Ms. Gionne, how are you this morning?" Steve asked politely.

"Terrible, Albert's pda alarm went of too early and he overdosed on his serum. He can barely move at the moment due to the migraine!" She screeched.

"That's why she's here instead of him." A weaselly voice piped up, it was Irving.

"You must be Mr. Irving, We have never been formally introduced. " I extended my hand, "My name is Alistar Lancaster, I'll be the head of your security detail during the duration of your transaction."

"Tis' a pleasure, you seem very familiar. Did we pass in the hallway at some point?" He asked shaking my hand.

"No sir, I'm afraid that I'm normally in the training rooms or in the research labs. I don't have the authorization to roam around the base." I now ever so slightly  to sell the loyal lackey act.

At this point Excella is turning a deep shade of red, "Irving quit making friends with the "help" and load up the plane. Also Irving be sure to study your notes on the buyer, we don't want a repeat of last time."

"Of course Excella and I do expect compensation for my services if things go according to plan." He stated, turning around grabbing a crate.

"Mr. Burnside Wesker requests you keep an eye on your charge the full time. He doesn't want anything to happen to "it". He has spent a lot of assets keeping it in working condition. I have  special orders for "Ms. Lancaster" from Albert so the "special operative"  will need to stay behind for a bit."

Yet again this woman was making me lose my temper. Not even speaking of me as if I was a living being but a piece of property. I was pissed. I motioned Steve to go on as I knew I'd be fine.

Steve nodded, "if you say so boss, I'll get that Mr. Irving.".

"Right." He squeaked out feeling the tension in the air.

Once they hurried off I turned towards Excella, "What are my orders?"

As soon as I asked I felt a sharp sting across my face, "I don't know who you think you are barging into my world and tearing it down but be sure of this you bitch. If you even step out of line once I'll make sure you never see the light of day again."

"So that is what this is about....heh what a fool." I chuckled again.

"Again with the laugh! What is so damn funny?" She glared daggers into me and slapped me across the face again.

I place my thumb and index fingers over my open eyes and removed my contacts and let my eyes flare the ice cold blue, "What's so funny you ask, is the fact that you think you can actually do something to me. I am here of my own volition to serve as my teachers pawn  in her stead. Unlike you, who is just trying to get in to the pants of power hungry sadist. So from now on stay out of my way."

I cracked my neck and smirked staring straight in to her eyes "One last thing lay your disgusting hands on me again I'll send you to your grave, stupid girl."

She scuttled back shaking ever so slightly, "Oh look I need to get back to tending to Albert."

She ran off. I placed my contacts back in and headed towards the plane. I have some calls I need to make.

[Weskers P.O.V]

I was sitting at my desk clutching my head, the pain was very disorienting. Exella left to see Ms. Lancaster and Mr. Irving. Damnable technology, I knew I should of programmed it myself. I looked up to look at  the cc TV footage to see Excella giving my orders to Mr. Burnside and Mr. Irving.

Shortly after Excella arrived Irving and Steven started to head towards the plane. Steven stopped for a short moment only for Ms. Lancaster motioning for him to continue. I  found this action peculiar as I had no special order for her. That was when Ms. Gionne slapped Alistar.

I watched the screen with intrigue as she was struck again. Much to my interest Ms. Lancaster didn't flinch instead her stance became firm and her posture became intimidating. She appeared to touch her face and said something to Excella.

She backed up terrified of Ms. Lancaster, almost falling back. Ms. Lancaster simply turned around and marched to the plane pulling out her PDA and mine started to ring. Growling at the sound I answered quickly.

"I take it you just saw what your assistant tried to pull correct." Ms Lancaster's voice spoke with authority.

"Yes I did, tell me did she give my orders to your group?" I asked rubbing my temple.

"She gave orders to Steve and Mr. Irving. Did you have a message for me or did she lie to me as well?" Ms. Lancaster asked with a serious  tone of voice.

"Yes I did I wanted to warn you the area of the exchange has been infested with B.S.A.A. agents. I'm sure you understand what that means." I stated even more infuriated.

"Becareful on over dosing on that damn medicine, I don't want to see you becoming a destabilized mess." She chided, "Keep it up and you turn in to a beast like Colonel Surgei.".

Click

She released the call and I sat the pda on my desk. Why the hell would she care about my health. It's not like I give a rat's ass about her.

Knock knock

"Albert it's Excella, may I enter?" She asked.

"Enter." I groaned internally, nothing but annoyances today.

[Main pov]

It was about mid flight when I stood from my seat. I had to see what arrangements the Mr. Irving had made for our lodgings. I walked back to where Steve and Irving were sitting.

"Mr. Irving." I stated.

"Please let's dispense with the formalities please call me Ricardo." He said smiling.

"Alright Ricardo, I was wondering what lodgings were set up for us." I asked.

"Normally Excella sets that up but she didn't this time. She said that "that filthy mutt" doesn't deserve to use my connections. I hate to be blunt, but I believe she means you." He sighed pointing at me.

"I don't know why that woman has always had it out for me." I shrugged "But no matter, I can make  arrangements for lodgings with a call. I have a place in my mind I'll inform the pilot."

I pulled out my phone and stepped into the restroom. I pulled up the contact and dialed the number.

Ring ring.

"Pheonix Core lodge, Archer speaking." Came through the phone.

"Juna, I need a favor." I spoke gently not to be heard by others.

"TABITHA WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN I'VE BEEN TRYING TO CONTACT." The receiver rang out.

"Archer the plan is in motion and we can discuss details after I arrive. Right now I need my room set up, well as two suites. The Pheonix core lodge will be hosting a future ally tonight." That cut him off and there was silence, "Juna are you still?"

He let out a heavy sigh,"Yes I am, I was just worried about you. I'll have the rooms set with in the next few hours. A bit of warning there is a massive hunting group who have been causing an issue about the off limits grounds and I'm not done lecturing you."

"Thanks June. I'll see you later and tell those idiot's the owner will be there shortly to discuss the matter." I said hanging up.

I pulled of my over shirt revealing the extensive scarring. With a sigh and a roll of the neck I redid my hair. I washed my hands and exited the bathroom. Steve greeted me outside the restroom.

"You ok I thought I heard screaming in there." Steve asked.

"Yea it was one of my contacts, I kind of fell out of contact do to starting to work for Wesker." I rubbed the back of my head.

"Oh that's understandable, did you make sleeping and housing arrangements?"

"Yes I did, the Pheonix Core Lodge. It was a passion project of Tabitha.  She said if she ever got out of the umbrella scene, she'd run a hunting lodge. I'll have the drivers take us once we land."

"That sounds good to me, Hey question." He  said.

"Yea what's wrong?" I asked.

Steve smiled and pulled out a deck of cards, "Do you know how  to play speed?".

"Your on." I chuckled and we started playing.

[Weskers P.O.V.]

I was listening to Tabithas recordings. It detailed the year before I joined the management training facility.  She was quite solemn and  rarely did much.   The few times she spoke with Markus it was quite interesting what he was interested in. From cell decay to certain chemical compounds that causes a boost in neuro activity. 

"At the start of the next year, everything started to rapidly change for me." Her recorded voice sighed, "I was sitting in class when Dr. Markus walked in and introduced two people, one was with him and the other showed up just after Markus had started. Their names were Albert Wesker and William birkin. William seemed layed back more go with the flow type and Albert was  very stiff with an almost by the book personality, polar opposites.  Dr. Markus had me be a mentor to William. He was a kind man and very smart. Dr. Markus decided to mentor Wesker. Did I know then I would marry Albert about seven years later? No, if I were to be honest I thought that he would be a major hard ass and a stick in the mud. I was definitely right on one of those. " She spoke sounding nostalgic.

I heard a metal door slam, "Agent 748, come its time for your injections." A familiar heavily Russian Male voice  said.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE BEFORE I RIP OUT YOUR THOAT YOU DEPLORABLE SHIT STAIN MAN." Tabitha shrieked so loud it  distorted the audio and made my head throb.

"Its been two months, if you don't start following my orders I'll have Ivan throw you in to the testing room." Surgei said

"GO AHEAD AND TRY I'LL KILL THE DAMN THING IF IT LAYS A FINGER ON ME." She shouted again, I heard a grunt on the recording and the metal door slam again.

"God I despise that man. Once I figure a way out of this mess I'm going to try and find way to fix my family. My son, my daughter, I regret not raising them every day and yes I had kids Wesk. In '82 and in '92n and yes they were yours. I couldn't abort them and what's more I wanted a family.  However the would of never been the case, Spencer  he found out and tried to have me transfer the custody to him both times. I'm sorry to drop the bomb on that but seeing as how I'm more than likely bound for a shallow unmarked grave here I'd rather be honest with who was listening." She started crying and I was at loss for words.

"I couldn't have umbrella have a hold of my kids.   Look what happened with Sherry! Her own father tried to kill her when he mutated! I'm sorry Albert but you were always so wrapped around Spencer's finger and I was terrified. I was a damn fool. I found her, our daughter and I can't bringing myself to face it. I know I won't be forgiven but at least I've finally been honest even if these are just recordings on a private drive." There was banging on the metal door and a sigh, "I need to end this here for now. Time to be cut open .......again." .

"Recording ended." The robotic voice said.

I was silent, the weight of what was said was extremely heavy. I quickly accessed the files Tabitha had Alistar present me with. I couldn't find any files with her name on it. Then the Colonels voice rang in my head. In the recording  he called her agent 748.

I typed it in and it pulled up the Angelis main test subject file. The title was Arch-Angel. It detailed an experiment involving U.B.C.S. agent 748. The virus was a different strand of the progenitor virus that had extreme mutation risk.   It was noted on the file that those who had children had a higher compatibility do to an increased amount of CPH4 able to increase cell energy. The subject had two kids known to the umbrella corporation. One was found and measures have been taken to obtain, target is a 16 year old female with a small family in Russia.

Notes added by Colonel Surgei, looking under the section I saw something that made my blood  boil. It stated.

"If only comrade Wesker could see his blushing bride now. I complied with Lord Spencer's request and he was correct. Her having his kids showed she had just as much promise as him. She bonded with the new progenitor strain even better than I did with the T- Virus. The daughter is a more than like candidate as well. Lord Spencer's said to call the new virus Angelis, as even gods need servants. I have to be sure  to clip this Angel's wings. Can't have this one fly away again my bed will be so cold. " I heard his voice in my head as I read. The tone mocking me and filled me with rage.

I stood up and in a blind rage punched a hole in the desk. This was what Spencer had planned for her. A death with out peace, with out resolution.

One that I brought her too. I tried but for the first time is a very very long time I, a man ment to be a god cried.

This is what umbrella made us. It just proves to me more what I have to do. I will cleanse this filthy planet of all the undesirable garbage.

Maybe then and only then can I make this guilt go away.

[purplesurveys]

1738

If you have a job, how long is your shift? I have a 9 AM to 6 PM shift. 

What was the last thing you received in an envelope? I never really receive anything in envelopes lol, but the last parcel that came for me had been my orders for D-Day and Face, which arrived simultaneously. The next time I have packages arriving it’ll be for my copies of Jack in the Box and Layover, and also the guitar pick necklace thingy that they released for Yoongi since I got the one that says ‘Bangkok’ :D 

Do you ever wear your hair in a pony tail? Yes, but these days mostly in a low ponytail because my hair just looks better that way. Any higher and for some reason the frizz just starts acting up like crazy.

When was the last time you got a new phone? February 2022 when I got my current phone. My mom’s always bugging me to get a new one just because and I keep telling her that just because this phone’s already fully paid for and I now earn enough to afford phones doesn’t mean I need to replace every time a new iPhone comes out hahaha.

Do you wear your watch on your left or right arm? I never wear watches, but if I catch myself with one I’d go with my left.

What was the last kind of pop you drank? Idk, probably a Sprite.

Do you think you’re single because you repel the opposite sex? I’m single because that’s what I prefer. I think I also just come off as being disinterested, which works out perfectly for me.

What language did you take up in high school? We weren’t offered that option back then. I think the newer batches have language electives now though, which if correct, lucky them! It’s always fun learning a new language.

Why are you home? I’m not home. I’m at a Dunkin’ having coffee and a croissant because…no big reason, I just don’t wanna be back home yet haha.

Do you like sunflowers? I’m not, like, crazy about them, but I think they’re pretty to look at. I also have a soft spot for sunflowers because my university has a tradition where they plant sunflowers all across our veeeeeery long main road at the start of the year, so that they’d be fully bloomed by August – when the newest batch of students graduates.

Whose bedroom were you in last? Nina’s – I needed to borrow money from her.

Are you counting down for anything? I’m counting down to my theoretical resignation. I don’t have a new job to jump to yet, nor do I have a resignation letter drafted, basically I’m not rushing/putting much pressure on myself – but the idea of resigning is already pretty solid in my head and I do have an internal deadline for it. My bosses also know about this.

Are you watching TV? What’s on? I’m not watching TV at the moment.

Have you ever been bitten by a mosquito? Sure, but I’m usually also able to catch them mid-bloodsuck.

Do you have a sweatshirt on right now? Nope. I have a dress that goes just above my ankle, and a denim jacket.

Where is your ex? No clue man. 

Have any pictures on your dresser mirror? I don’t have that.

Did you hang out with anyone today? What did you do? I was in the office today so my co-workers, I guess? My bosses basically held an all-day orientation for me and Dev since we’re both getting promoted to Director.

Have you had any beer this week? I was offered beer, but didn’t take it up. I hate beer anyway.

What channel did you last watch on tv? I never watch channels on TV anymore – the last thing I used the TV for was YouTube.

What was the last alcoholic beverage you consumed? Soju.

Currently waiting on something/someone? Eh, not really.

Last time you painted your nails? Forever ago.

What was the last thing you watched on television? Return of Superman hehehe.

Is your shirt yellow? My dress is black.

How old will you be in 12 months? I'll be 26.

What did you do last night? I was managing one of the busiest events in my entire career so far, with my legs going sorer (due to running around all over the place) and my impatience growing shorter by the minute because the event agency we got weren't doing shit and I had to take care of every single moving part that night.

What woke you up this morning? Just my own body clock.

Do you sleep naked? Nah.

What should you be doing right now? I should REALLY be catching up on sleep because I've had so little of it for the last two days...but it's the weekend, and revenge bedtime procrastination is calling me, so here I am at 1 AM.

Looking back, did you ever think you would be where you are now? In a sense, yes. But not as far as I have since gone, and I also never expected things to happen as fast as they have. I never thought I'd hold a directorial position at 25, and I'm not necessarily happy about it either.

Does the person you have feelings for start with any of these letters: Where are the letters? :))

Do you have make-up on? Nope.

Have you kissed anybody in the last 4 days? I have not.

Have you ever held hands with someone in a car? Yes.

The last person you kissed name started with a J or R? Both wrong.

Are you taller than 5 foot 7 inches? I'm nowhere near 5'7" to begin with.

Would you rather be called honey or baby? Baby.

The person you have the most feelings for calls you right now, what do you do? Sorry to make the answer boring but that person doesn't exist.

Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed? Because I've blocked them everywhere, as far as I can remember.

Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette? Sure.

Your last kiss meant nothing to you, right? I think it did. I just didn't know it would be the last.

Where is your phone? Beside me.

Will you kiss the last person you kissed again? No.

What if you had a baby with the last person you kissed? It's not possible. Like, literally not possible.

Where did you get the shirt you are wearing? I don't even know where this dress came from. My mom might have previously owned it then handed it down to me.

Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years time? No.

Would you ever try being a vegetarian? Nope.

Did anyone call you babe yesterday? Nah. I have a client who will occasionally call me that (in a non-creepy way! She's just quirky like that lmao) but afaik we didn't even talk yesterday.

Did you ever slam a door on someone? I'm sure I have, but I make it a point to avoid doing that as much as I can.

Have you ever walked on the beach at night? Sure have.

I bet you’re thinking about someone right now? Nope.

Are you in love with someone right now? I am not.

What have you watched so far today? Taehyung's Spotipoly thing to promote Layover; Taehyung's live; and I was like 1/3 through my favorite vlogger's newest video til I skipped the rest of it since the video was sponsored and it was getting boring.

What is the weather like right now? Very humid.

Have you ever given a toll collector 75 cents in pennies? I just don't pay in coins, period.

What was your favorite Christmas gift you got last year? My favorite auntie got me two BTS albums hehehehehehe.

[dragons-bones]

Sins of the Savage Stable: SE, What the Fuck Is That?

*pushes glasses up nose* Hello, everyone, DT’s Horse Girl Past got unlocked so y’all are about to get subjected to a rant I have sat upon for four goddamn years about the travesty that is the in-game model for horses in Critically Acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy XIV Etc., Etc., as egged on by my FC and our friends, because we’ve got a lot of Former Horse Girls And/Or Grew Up On A Farm people in our server.

DISCLAIMER: THE OPINIONS CONTAINED HEREIN ARE MY OWN. I am neither a game designer nor a veterinarian. I did, however, possess a great love of horses from a young age, owned (and still own) a shit ton of books about horses, horse breeds, equine anatomy, and related topics, on top of learning to ride and care for horses as a young preteen. I am very familiar with what constitutes a happy, healthy horse in terms of both behavior and appearance. In addition, I am aware that art styles can take short-cuts with precise anatomy, and I am not expecting exact realism from a video game. This is a post intended to be humorous, but also share my exasperation when stylistic choices veer into uncanny valley.

Get your booze, let’s begin!

First and foremost, here is an example of a real world horse and its anatomy:

(Source: “Equine Anatomy,” Wikipedia. This is quite frankly one of the better examples on the internet; isn’t too cluttered, keeps the important bits, and the horse’s head is facing forward so you can get a better sense of proportion.)

And here is the model of horse used in game for the following models: all six mount drops from the ARR primals; Kirin (though it uses a head inspired by Chinese qirin); the horses on the Azim Steppe; Unicorn; Nightmare; Pegasus; Night Pegasus; and Incitatus:

(Source: Me.)

I’ve used the Unicorn here as it doesn’t have any obnoxious glow effects that can district. As a side note: the Sleipnir, Juedi, and Red Hare mounts have a slightly different model but appear to be based off the same frame. Ixion appears to have a custom model. All four have their own issues, but we’ll get to that a little later.

So, what’s wrong? Let’s start from the hindquarters and work our way forward.

THE TAIL

*shudders*

The root of the tail is called the dock, and is where the coccygeal vertebrae extend from out of the horse’s body to create the tail from which all that lovely flowing hair grows. It is just above the anus, and, as we see in our friend in the first image, is located on the downward slope of the hindquarters. In some breeds, the dock can be a little bit higher, but generally nothing extreme.

On the SE model, the tail is directly on top of the croup. The spine has basically exited the body at an abrupt forty-five degree angle UPWARD. It is TOO HIGH. It is TOO FAR BACK. And I have to STARE DIRECTLY AT THIS SIN EVERY TIME MOUNT ROULETTE GIVES ME A PONY. All of the horse models do this. I try not to think about how pooping must suck.

THE HINDQUARTERS

Honestly these aren’t too bad. Proportions are pretty much correct; the gaskin (upper leg) is, to my eye, a little too curved, and the hock too knobbly. That said, I can live with it. The stifle (basically the knee, the articulation point between femur and tibia) could be more defined, croup except for the tail appears the right shape, flanks are okay... The barrel is a little too round, but the hind end and middle could be a lot worse, honestly..

THE FORELEGS

WHAT.

THE.

FUCK.

THIS IS AN ABOMINATION BEFORE THE EYES OF GOD.

The forearm is TOO SHORT. The cannon bone is TOO LONG. The knees are thus in COMPLETELY THE WRONG SPOT. And worse then that:

The knees. Are. BACKWARDS!!!

*slowly rocks back and forth* Friends, I cannot tell you the sound of absolute disgusted horror that left my mouth in Spring 2017 when I did my first pony farm and got Xanthos and summoned it. Oh my god. Ohhhhhh my god. Jesus Christ. Jesus fucking Christ.

Every Horse Person I know who has seen those forelegs just. Screams. Or throws up in their mouth. It ain’t right. It is just. It is SO WRONG.

Just. Just no. If I saw a horse looking like this in real life, I’d be attempting to murder the breeder for animal cruelty. This is appalling.

THE HEAD

*puts head on table and sighs for a year*

So. Chances are you’ve heard of the Arabian; it’s a very, very old breed of horse, and they’re known for their dished faces: a slight concavity to their face. There are a great many Arabian bloodlines and strains these days, each of which promotes a different version of the breed that it’s pretty difficult to define what a “quintessential” Arabian horse should look like.

I am very certain SE modelers were looking at what an FC mate called the Extremely Overbred Arabian: a horse bred solely for its looks, exaggerating the shape of the face into such a narrow wedge that quite frankly it looks uncanny and freakish, no longer like a horse, and while there have been no formal studies I can find, has led some people to be concerned about health and breathing issues. I’m not going to include a picture because quite frankly I find it upsetting to look at. You can Google it.

I hate the shape of the FFXIV horse head so much.

(The ears are also three times the size they should be, and I cannot figure out why.)

CHONKY BOIS

The less we talk about Ixion’s tail, the better. I love you, my ugly giant zappy pony, but goddamn is everything wrong with that tail. I won’t nitpick his anatomy too much because he’s so stylized that it is just a futile effort. And god help me, I’m still fond of the jerk.

Anatomy wise, the Sleipnir-style horses have the same leg and head issues as the “regular” mount; on Sleipnir and Red Hare, the leg issues aren’t immediately noticeable because of the armor on the legs but still, ugh.

The chonky bois also suffer from, uh. Well. The musculature. They look exactly like halter-type American Quarter Horses--quarter horses bred for an inflated-muscle appearance that has resulted in numerous confirmation problems (included the hind legs being completely straight, it’s horrifying) and health ones, such as the massive proliferation of HYPP (hyperkalemic periodic paralysis), a genetic muscle disease wherein the affected horse will have muscle spasms, weakness, and collapses, all of which can lead to death. Halter Horses don’t even look like horses, they look like bulldogs.

(I am also not including a picture of one, it’s a cursed Google image search. *gag*)

Now, I recognize that Sleipnir, Juedi, and Red Hare also bare a very strong resemblance to how horses are depicted in traditional Japanese art in terms of their bulk (horses in Japanese art otherwise possess correct anatomy and tail placement, thank you); it’s probably much more likely their beefiness was inspired by that than a sub-type of an American horse breed. But my initial gut reaction to seeing them was “AQHA Halter Horse” and I’ve never shaken that, so I’m never going to be fond of these guys.

...except Ixion. Why do I love these zappy ugly bastard so much.

Anyway.

But before I sign off on this useless rant:

BY REQUEST, A SPECIAL WORD ON SIDE SADDLE

*opens another bottle of hard cider*

So, female Midlanders and Elezen sit the first model type (except the two Pegasi) side saddle. This is already annoying enough; in Europe, side saddle developed primarily because it was considered unseemly for a women to ride astride. Eorzea is not Earth or Europe, it doesn’t have the same gender norms, and quite frankly I don’t want to see real world gender norms applied in a fantastical setting, please and thanks. I also find it less secure, and it makes communication between horse and rider more difficult; quite a lot of riding and cues are done via your legs and heels, and with the way the legs are positioned, your hands (and the reins) generally need to be held at a higher angle which is hella awkward feeling.

But no, it’s not just side saddle. I am but one person, I know there are plenty of riders out there who find it comfortable. Fine. I will live with that.

But in FFXIV it’s side saddle BAREBACK.

Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME.

I could tolerate more if there was, y’know. A saddle. Even just a regular saddle and not a proper side saddle (though the later would be better, since it’s specifically built to keep a rider’s legs secured and help them stay balanced). No, it’s BAREBACK.

Side saddle bareback is asking to fall off your horse and break your neck.

Hilariously, I would actually be fine with it if it happened on one of the chonky bois, or even specifically Ixion. As someone who once rode a Clydesdale when she was barely five feet tall, riding astride on a horse with a wide back is hard and it hurts. Sidesaddle in that case is much easier, and with a big enough horse even preferable, because you are basically sitting on a table. Like, Jaysus, Synnove is a max height Highlander, but riding Ixion sure as fuck doesn’t look all that comfortable.

One of the dainty little Arab-esque models, however? Absolutely fucking not. RIDE ASTRIDE.

FINAL WORDS

In conclusion, the horses in this game are a travesty and give me constant psychic damage. SE, where do I send my bribe money to get this fixed already?

Thanks for coming to my TEDtalk, enjoy the Live Letter tonight. I need more booze.

[yukihime-mikeys-girl]

The universe wants you to heal

CW - angst, abuse, drunk abusive household, guns, death, character death, swearing, yandere-type behavior, toxic relationships, higher deities, devil, suicide, blood, mentions of physical and verbal abuse, blood, character death, pain, fluff, abandonment issues.

A/N - I am veering a little away from the canon age difference between Shinichiro and Mikey. Instead of the 10 years, it's going to be 14 years. So Shinichiro is going to be 18 when Mikey was 4 years old.

Also, as compensation, I hope this longer chapter is satisfying. 💖

Please do not repost it to other sites. Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated.

MINORS DNI.

PLEASE STAY AWAY FROM THIS SERIES IF THE ABOVE WARNINGS TRIGGER YOU.

Mikey x OC

The universe wants you to heal

You made a beeline towards the nurse’s office the next day.

“Good morning, Sato-san. I apologize for going home early yesterday. May I please pass on the note you had for me to Tanaka-sensei?” You ask. You have absolutely no intentions of giving it to Tanaka-sensei, even though you know he is not going to send it to your house.

“Ah, l/n-san, how are you feeling today?” She chirps.

“I do feel better, thank you very much for taking care of me.” You reply back politely.

“Make sure to keep eating your food on time. Or else, your anemia will worsen.” She reminds you. It seems to make you feel warm inside. Someone cares enough to tell you to take care of yourself. This warmth morphs into sadness since you realize those were the kind of things you used to hear from your so called ‘friends’ before they slowly stopped involving you in plans, which then changed into them not talking to you altogether. You’d heard the whispers during class as well, “Do you know, she comes from a broken home. My mother told me not to associate myself with such filthy people. You never know, when you might get questioned by the police, if something bad happens with such people.”

Yes, you’d overheard this from the mouth of the one person who you thought would never say it. Sato Irina had been friends with you since kindergarten. She was sweet, popular and most of all, pretty. Long blonde hair falling until her shoulders, which was always kept in a neat little high pony tail. Everyone wanted to be Irina’s friend. What with her blue eyes and perfect features. She even had the best manners in front of everyone. You scoff internally, remembering what she really was like. She was the one who had approached you when you were sitting with some boy that day.

________________________________________

It was your first day in class and you were scared to talk to anyone. Everything felt so new to you. you’d never seen so many kids in one place. Your mother cooed to you and said, “Now, now, y/n-chan, don’t get scared, they’re all kids your age. They all seem nice, now don’t they?”

This just makes you clutch your mother’s dress even more. Dragging you close to her, your mother goes towards the teacher who was at the other end of the class, trying to separate two more squabbling kindergartners. Once your mother reaches the teacher, she turns towards your mother. It seems that one of the squabbling kids has stopped and is walking towards you. You try to hide even more into your mother. He comes towards you and just holds the hem of your dress, giving you a toothy grin. He seems to stand quietly while doing this, his eyes darting from your mother to the teacher.

“Ah welcome, l/n-san. Is this y/n-chan?” the teacher asks your mother, while looking towards you. You blush and hide even more behind your mother, with your mother forcefully bringing you in front of her. Both, the teacher and your mother are surprised as they see the boy clutching your dress tightly. Laughing it off, your mother speaks to you, “y/n-chan, do you want to stay for a while?” you nod. This boy is intriguing to you. You don’t know his name, and neither does he know yours. But that doesn’t stop the two of you from going towards a table filled with books and crayons. Well, it’s more you walking towards the table and him following you like the way you were following your mother earlier. You sit at the table, glancing towards your mother every few minutes to make sure that she’s still there and is not gone. She assures you with gestures that she will wait for you sitting with the teacher. You then focus on the books, and open the box filled with the crayons. The boy who was following you also sits beside you and takes the said crayons and starts coloring one picture. He seems completely focused into trying to color within the lines. You join him with another crayon on the same page. The two of you are now completely engrossed in trying to fill in the picture neatly.

“That is Sano Manjiro. He usually is always by himself, but I think he’s opening up to your daughter, l/n-san. He’s never initiated anything like this before. It’s also good to see y/n-chan get comfortable with the kids.” The teacher tells your mother. Your mother seems to agree with her. “y/ndoes not talk much to anyone. I’m afraid she is also becoming a bigger introvert than what I expected. It’s good to see her trying to make friends in her own way. Please do take care of her when she’s here.” Your mother replies to the teacher. She smiles to your mother and nods in agreement.

Once the two of you have finished coloring the entire picture, you grin at him, and he returns it with a similar grin of his own. You stick out your hand to him and shyly say, “I’m l/n y/n, nice to meet you.”

“My name is Sano Manjiro, nice to meet you, y/n-chan.” He replies back while holding your hand. The two of you then spend the entire day playing around and coloring more pictures. Without realizing that the day was getting over, you happily played with Manjiro. Your mother calls for you, telling you it’s time to go home. You are reluctant to do so, wanting to spend more time with Manjiro. He seems to be mirroring your feelings, as his brother comes to pick him up on his motor cycle.

Bidding him goodbye and promising to meet him tomorrow, you make your way home with your mother. She seems a bit concerned, seeing that the kid you were playing with was going home with a boy looking like a delinquent, but she wasn’t bothered as much, because who was she to complain? Here she was with her own kid coming from a broken home.

“Mom, can we get ice-cream please?” you chirp beside her, pulling her out of her thoughts.

“Of course, sweetie.” She replies with a sunny smile.

The two of you enter the café close to your home and the waitress hands your mother the menu. Peeking into it, beside her, you point towards the green and brown ice cream pictured in a glass.

“What’s this?” you ask with wide eyes.

The waitress smiles as she replies, “It’s our newest addition. It’s called a mint choco sundae. Do you want to try it kiddo?”

The stars in your eyes and the slight drool on your face are enough for her to understand your choice. Laughing at you, your mother orders the same thing for herself as well.

When your order is placed in front of you, you take one spoonful of the ice cream, before squealing in your seat. Jumping atop the said seat, you start doing a happy dance, while saying, “This is the best! Mom! We need to make this the official y/n flavor!!! It’s shooooo gooooooood!!!” Your mother chides you to sit down on your seat before the waitress can come and scold you for dancing. Once you’re settled, she laughs at the way you were being so open and happy about things kids should focus on. She seems to think that taking you to the said kindergarten was a good thing.

Unbeknownst to you, exactly across the café is a motor cycle shop. The lights seem to be off, since it’s close to closing time. But there is a boy whose eyes are glued to the glass. He is staring at you from inside the shop.

“Mikey”

There’s no answer. He still stares outside.

“Mikeyy...”

“Huh? What is it, Shinichiro-nii san?” he asks, when he’s brought out of his reverie.

Shinichiro nods his head and sighs, smiling at the way his brother is looking at the café. He knows about Mikey’s sweet tooth.

“Do you want to get some ice cream?”, he asks.

“Can we? Please? Pretty please?”

Mikey doesn’t need to be asked twice. Jumping up and down, he runs towards the door, happy at the prospect at seeing you and also getting some ice-cream.

As Mikey is waiting for Shinichiro to lock up the shop, he’s bouncing on his heels, whining about Shinichiro being slow. Laughing at his antics, Shinichiro ruffles his hair as he turns to hold Mikey’s hand while crossing the road. As they are busy looking both ways before crossing the road, you and your mother are already heading out of the café. By the time Mikey and Shinichiro reach the café, you’re already long gone, and so, he misses meeting you. As the waitress is showing Shinichiro and Mikey to their seats, Mikey cannot help but look around frantically. He knew he’d seen you here.

Seeing Mikey fidget so much in his seat, Shinichiro is amused. Placing his clasped hands below his chin, he asks, “Who are you looking for? I thought you wanted ice-cream.”

“I met a girl today. Her name is l/n y/n. She is nice. We colored books together before playing all day. I saw her here, but she’s not here anymore.” He replies with a pout.

Shinichiro finds it cute. He starts to tease Mikey, “Do you like this l/n girl, Mikey?”

“Yes! She is the best!” he replies enthusiastically. Groaning and realizing, he’s just a 4-year-old and would not understand the concept of puppy love, Shinichiro drops the topic. But he is happy that Mikey is at least opening up to someone rather than just fight with the other kids in his class. It’s a start, he thinks.

‘l/n y/n, hmm, you might be just the thing, Mikey needs in his life.” Chuckling some more, he waits for the waitress to get you both your regulars. It’s always chocolate fudge sundae for the both of them.

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You cannot wait to go to kindergarten again, the next day. The prospect of coloring some more with Manjiro is just too tempting. You seem to enjoy his company. As you dance while reaching your class, your mother pulls you aside and says that she will be back in a few hours to pick you up. You nod to her and rush inside. She laughs, looking at your enthusiasm to go spend another day with Sano Manjiro.

“I saw you at the café yesterday!” Manjiro greets you when you go to sit beside him.

“You were dancing on the seat. It was funny.” He says while giggling.

“Why didn’t you say hi?” You ask him as you pout.

“You were gone when I came in with my brother.” He pouts back at you.

As you both sit simpering over the fact that you both couldn’t meet, what you both don’t realize is a pair of blue eyes watching you with jealousy.

‘Manjiro is mine! Why is he talking to that witch? You can’t take him away from me.’ She thinks, while walking towards the two of you.

“Hi, my name is Sato Irina. Nice to meet you!”, she grins at you while holding her hand out to you.

“H-h-hi, my name is l/n y/n. Nice to meet you too.” You stutter while shaking her hand nervously. These things were a little difficult for you. It had been easier with Manjiro because he just stuck with you the whole day yesterday, without saying anything. You were not pressured into introducing yourself to him immediately. That’s why when he’d spoken to you after coloring that picture, it seemed a little easier on your nerves. It felt like you knew him.

But since you both were pouting at each other and not on talking terms currently, you forced yourself to talk to this pretty girl who had walked up to you. She seemed to be the popular girl in class, seeing as so many glances and glares were thrown in yours and Manjiro’s direction. Almost as if it was accusatory on how such bugs were tainting their princess.

Nonetheless, Irina-chan was nice to you. She started to include you in everything that she did. What you would not notice was that, she’d always interrupt you every time you were with Manjiro. He noticed this, but he did not know how to fix it, so he’d get angry and yell at Irina-chan in class. Already having a bad reputation since the beginning, all kids would side with Irina. This also included you.

“Why are you beating Irina-chan!?!?!?” You scream at Manjiro one day on the ground. Everyone else is to scared to stop him.

“Because you don’t play with me. It’s always Irina-chan this, Irina-chan that. I was your friend first, so why won’t you play with me?”

“Because you are mean to Irina-chan.” You reply angrily. You take her with you to the teacher, while giving evil looks to Manjiro. You never realized that Irina had played you and Manjiro so well, that you now hated him, while he was angry at you, hurt even, because of the importance you gave to Sato Irina.

She grins to herself behind her blonde bangs while thinking, ‘If I cannot have you as my friend, Manjiro, no one else can.’ Looking sad again, with fake tears, she looks to you, and let’s herself be taken to the teacher.

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You haven’t thought of that memory in a very long time. How did it come back so suddenly? Aah yes, the nurse shares the same surname as that bitch, you think. Come to think of it, was it the same Sano Manjiro in your class right now? They both had the same blonde hair, you keep thinking. You should have realized a little sooner that he would have been a lot better friend than Irina, had you not fallen into her trap. You promise to yourself, that if you ever met him again, you would kowtow to him and apologize. You had been a shitty friend to him, when he had been nothing but nice to you. You were the Irina to his y/n, you feel.

Your thoughts are interrupted as you bump into the said blonde boy once again in front of the nurse’s office as you are walking out. So much for not being clumsy, you think. You need to start looking around when you’re walking, you think to yourself. When you look up, to apologize to the person you bumped into, you see a pair of onyx orbs looking at you, smirking. Flustered at the fact that it had to be the Sano boy, and that you were just thinking about him, you apologize hastily and turn the other way and start running.

“Wait, l/n-san!” you hear. You pause midway, but don’t turn around, as you are busy trying to stop the blush that is creeping up your cheeks.

“Give me a minute, I’ll be right with you.” He says as he enters the nurse’s office.

You wait for him, politely, since he’s asked so nicely. And also, because you now remember the boy from back then. They share the same name, you think. Subconsciously, you seem to be giving him a chance because his name is the same as the boy who’d stuck with you on your first day and had been a good friend till you turned on him.

He comes out with a note in his hands. “So even you had been to take the note from the nurse? She asked me to give this to Tanaka-sensei. Do you have to give it to him too?” He questions you as you both start walking towards your class.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to.” You mumble, while looking down.

“Hmm? Why’s that?” he questions you, quirking his head a bit to look at your face. He knows something’s up.

“I don’t want to take this note home. My mom doesn’t need to know that I fainted yesterday, it will just make her more anxious.” You tell him.

He seems to connect the dots.

“How about we give it to Tanaka-sensei and then once he signs it, let’s forge the signatures and give it back to him the next day?”

Your heart races at the fact that you’re going to commit this kind of a thing. You’ve never forged your mother’s signature before. Strangely, it excites you.

“Okay!”, you beam at him when you look up.

It’s his time to blush while scratching his neck.

“Race you to class, slowpoke!” He says as he starts running.

Not wanting to be left behind, you’re running behind him, trying to reach the class before him. You cannot help but smile at this. It’s been a long time since you’d heard such simple words from peers your own age.

As you both turn at the corner in full speed, he bumps into Tanaka-sensei, while you bump into him.

With a loud oof, you fall, and he falls on you. Tanaka-sensei is also on the floor. All the three of you hear raucous laughter from a few meters away, as Draken stands there, holding his stomach. He knows you’re both screwed now. Hiding his laugh behind his covered face, he runs away, meaning to meet the both of you once classes are over so that he can finally tease you both. And maybe hopefully, help his dummy friend make some progress with you.

Mikey feels something soft under him. ‘How did the floor feel so soft?’ he starts to think. When he hears a groan under him, he realizes that he’s sitting on your stomach. His face is now flushed a thousand shades of red. Scrambling to get up, he first helps you up, and then turns towards Tanaka-sensei to help him up.

Once all the three of you are standing, you and Mikey are bowing your heads to the teacher while he reprimands the two of you.

“You should not be running in the corridors like this. What would happen if something heavy was being carried around? You would have smashed your heads into it and broken it! The two of you already have the nurse’s letter, and you should take it easy, and yet, here you two are, running around like a couple of hooligans! This is absolutely not acceptable! Detention for the both of you for 2 hours after school is over. Wait in the class, after all the kids have gone back home. You both need to learn your place! And hand me the notes from the nurse. I need it signed from your guardians who will be called into school. I was initially going to just give it to you to get it signed and bring it back, but now, I want to see your mother, l/n and your grandfather, Sano, and I want them to sign it in front of me!”

There go your plans of forging your mother’s signature. You look completely guilty and try to hold back your tears, because of the fear of asking your mother to come in to sign the form. Mikey sees this from the corner of his eye and starts to feel guilty. He plans to beg the teacher during detention, to give the forms to the two of you, so that you can forge the signatures. He did not want to put you into more trouble than what you already had.

As Tanaka-sensei is walking away, he seems to be grinning. ‘That made it easier than it should have been.’, he thinks to himself. Initially, he had planned to call the two of you, separately to the teachers’ office and ask you to not worry about the signature, provided that you would help Sano with his math, seeing as he was failing pathetically. Single digit numbers in a test for 100 marks was not something to be proud about. He wanted all his students to shine. His plan to get Sano to listen was simple. Tell him, that he would phone Sano’s grandfather and inform him about how he was failing math and that he was forging his grandfather’s signature, or else, learn math. He’d tell Sano, that he’d already spoken to l/n and that he’d arranged for her to tutor him outside of school hours.

Ren knew, that the Sano boy would agree instantly. The problem would be with l/n, since she did not like to talk to anyone as much. When the duo bumped into him, his smartly used the situation to put his plan into action. 2 birds with one stone, he thought. He was planning on speaking to the two of you and bargaining with you that, if you both helped each other, then he would not ask for your respective guardians to come visit him.

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You were on pins and needles the entire day, until school left. So much for trying to hide the note from your mother, you thought. While the two of you are waiting for Tanaka-sensei to come to class, you hear a voice from beside you.

“I’m really sorry. I did not mean to get you into trouble. It’s fine with me, since I don’t mind, but I know that you didn’t want your mother to see this note. Once sensei comes back, I’ll beg him to let you go, saying that it was my fault. You’ll just have to forge your mother’s signature on it then. Okay? I’m really sorry, l/n-san.”

Mikey sounds apologetic and sad. You start to feel bad. Yes, you didn’t want the note to go home, but you were as much to blame as him in this. He was taking the brunt of the scolding for your sake, just because you’d told him in passing that you didn’t want your mother to see the note. It reminded you of his words from the previous day, ‘Can you give me a chance to be your friend?’ he’d asked you, while walking you home. Maybe it might not be such a bad idea after all, you think. This could also be your way of giving the chance to that boy from your memories, a chance at being friends again.

Seeing your forehead scrunched in thought, he feels he’s overstepped his boundaries. But remembering Draken’s words, he plods along.

“Earth to l/n-san... Please accept my sincere apology. I really didn’t mean for this to happen. Let me make it up to you with some mint choco sundae while going back home, okay?”

You’re brought out back at the prospect of a treat of mint choco sundae. Shaking your head as if to get rid of the images of mint choco, you speak to him.

“Hey, it’s as much my fault as it was yours. Had I not run into you, sensei would not have fallen, although, now that I think about it, it must have looked so funny from a third person’s perspective. You don’t have to beg sensei. I’ll do it myself. And I’m not mad at you about this either, so take it easy will ya? Although, I will hold you to your promise of mint choco sundae. You sat pretty comfortably on me, when you fell, you know.” You tease him in the end, trying to lighten the mood.

His blushes furiously as he remembers the awkward pose you both were in when you’d fallen. But he is pleasantly surprised that you are opening up to him. Trying to make the most of it, and also deflect the teasing back at you, he replies cheekily, “I’m really sorry, I promise, the next time we fall, you can land on me.”

Now it’s your turn to blush. Your cheeks are completely red as your you cannot stop your brain from seeing today’s incident in reverse, where you’re the one sitting on his stomach.

He laughs, while you hit his arm in indignation. While you’re having this light banter, Tanaka sensei has finally made it to the class. It’s time to face the music, you think. Maybe the world was giving you a second chance in the way of Sano Manjiro, you think.

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“It was supposed to be me” - Pre Acotar Rhys

Warning ⚠️ : I apologise before hand for the pain this might cause. It certainly caused me to cry even while writing it.

Side note: It was also really fun for me exploring Rhys’s relationship with his family before he came into power.

Drawing Credit: @patchesdraws

“One more time, Rhysie please.”

Rhysand couldn’t help but sigh and look at the heavens above for help. Honest to cauldron, eleven years ago the higher power decided to send this little hellion girl his way. A girl who literally with one look could get him to do anything.

Why did the cauldron have to bless her with those violet beseeching eyes, he didn’t know.

“Nugget, you know mother said no.”

“Oh come on… what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

Rhys raised an eyebrow at her.

“You learned that from Cass didn’t you?”

Elara simply snickered in response.

“Alright fine, but keep quiet while we’re heading to the balcony okay? Don’t want to wake ma up.”

Elara bent down on one knee and redid the knots of her laces. She stood up, tightened her pony tail, lifted her chin, and settled her arms in a power move?

“What are you doing?”

“This is my superhero move. I’m ready for my mission.”

Rhys couldn’t help but snort at that.

“Superhero move?”

“Yeah, everyone does it before the start of a mission.”

“No they don’t.”

“Yes they do.”

Rhys sighed at his sister and shook his head, “I’ve never seen anyone do it.”

“You’re too busy doing all your dramatic entrances to notice brother.”

Rhys gave her a mock glare, “You know what, maybe we don’t need to sneak out for flying tonight.”

“Okay okay I’ll be good, geez. Sensitive much?”

Rhys cracked the door open and peeked into the hallway. It was all clear, using a hand signal he motioned Elara to follow.

Rhys took the lead as they kept close to the wall, using the shadows as cover. They silently hurried down the hall and just as Rhys was about to push the right door of the balcony, Elara stopped him.

He looked back at her in question, but she simply pointed towards the left door. He assumed that she wanted him to use that side instead.

They made it to the balcony and Elara looked absolutely elated.

“Why did you make me push the left?”

“Oh because the right one has a squeeky hinge. I tried to oil it but it had little effect.”

Rhys stared at her in shock, “How often do you sneak out?!”

“Shh!! keep it down will you? I get bored and you’re always so busy at the Illyrian camps now. A girl has to entertain herself.”

Rhys pulled her in for a quick hug and kissed the top of her head, “Sorry nugget, I want to be here more often but you know how father can get.”

Elara smiled up at him with understanding, “I know, I get it. Doesn’t change the fact that I still miss you.”

Rhys wiggled his eyebrows at her, “Well I could probably learn from you and sneak out of Illyria more.”

Elara snickered and stepped away from his embrace to summon her wings. Without any fear whatsoever she ran and jumped off the ledge while doing a fancy flip.

Rhys shook his head and muttered as he took his flight, “and she says I’m dramatic and extra.”

Nyria smiled as she looked out the window. The sight of her daughter flying, and doing canon-balls mid air made her laugh. Her skill was brilliant already and she felt a roaring pride settle within her. Her son, who was so serious of late, so so engrained in his duties as heir was goofing around too for once.

Only with Elara did he now let that guard down.

“He should be preparing for the meeting tomorrow, instead he’s flying around the city like an adolescent.”

Nyria huffed and glared over her shoulder at her mate who now stood behind her.

“He’s been working hard, you know this. Give him this at least.”

“I can’t afford to be soft on him Nyria. You know best how this world can be.”

“I don’t want to rehash this argument again Rynar.”

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“Gained a tad bit of weight there Beron sweetling?”, said the mischievous High Lord of the Day Court.

Helion was probably one of the only High Lord’s Rhys liked and he truly did bring life to these god awful meetings every now and then.

Azriel stood like a statue besides him, but even he shared an amused glance with Rhys. If they weren’t standing behind their High Lord, neither would have dared even that.

Tamlin had made his way towards Rhys as soon as he entered the foyer for the meeting. Rhys wanted to ask him why he hadn’t joined their training session two days ago but decided to leave it after seeing a hollowed look in his eyes.

If Beron was cruel to his sons, Tamlin’s father and brothers were ten times worse. It was for this reason alone he had decided to befriend him, that and he seemed different to the other royalty in Prythian. Rhys was sure he could find a friend in him.

“Hello.”

“Hey, I’m sorry I couldn’t make it.”

“Its all good, you okay?”

Tamlin offered a small smile and nodded.

Rhys’s father noticed their conversation and gave him a glare before turning towards the other High Lords.

“Let’s begin the meeting shall we?”

The High Lord of the Spring Court, tapped his fingers on the table in an unpleasant rhythm.

“Why must you always take charge?”

Rynar simply offered the high lord a bored look, “I wasn’t aware it would be a problem. If you’d like to call the meeting”, he flourished his hand, “then by all means.”

This was going to be a long meeting alright.

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Nyria jumped at the sudden crash of the door against the wall.

Her mate stormed into the office and a somber Rhys followed him in, gently closing the door behind him.

“How many times do I need to tell you, you are not to help that boy!”, Rynar yelled. If he kept this up, Nyria was sure he’d have a sore throat by tomorrow.

“What happened?”, she asked.

“Your son is adamant on befriending that Spring Court Heir.”

“Father, he is abused at home. I am only helping him learn how to protect himself, that is all.”

“Rhysand, listen to me and listen to me well. There is no one you can trust or should trust. The Spring Court specifically, given the chance they will stab you in the back.”

“I am willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.”

Rynar’s power started to rumble in agitation, he never had the precise control one should have had with such immense power. Her son, seemed frustrated too. The stars in his eyes winked out and she could feel his power waking up from its slumber. A slumber he worked hard to put it to.

A power so deep, so never ending that even the slightest release could decimate the city.

“Rynar…”, she warned him.

He turned his angry eyes towards her and shook his head, “No. I listen to you every time but no more I -“

He stopped as the door opened and Elara stepped in.

“Papa, I need your help.”

“Elara, not now.”

Elara simply ignored her father and continued,

“I was training by myself near the eastern forest and this red hound was stalking me.”

“What?!”, yelled out both Rhys and Rynar.

Nyria didn’t bother because she could spot her daughters lie from a mile away. She was here only because she heard Rhysand being yelled at. This was an excuse to divert her fathers attention.

Rynar moved towards her, and patted her arms checking for any injuries, while he did the checking, Elara winked at Rhys.

The panicked look from Rhysands face disappeared and he offered her an amused smile.

“Are you okay Ely?”

“I’m okay but I do think you should check the area Papa.”

“I’ll go with you sweetheart. Rhysand stay here, the emissary of the Day Court will be here soon.”

Rhys watched in amusement and awe as her his little sister led their father away.

“One person in this universe who has the power to rule that man.”

Nyria snickered, “and she definitely knows how to use that power.”

He turned to look at his mother, hoping to see her good spirits directed at him. Instead, she offered him a grim look.

He groaned, “Not you too ma.”

“He’s not entirely wrong Rhys. The spring court does not have a good reputation.”

“If we never give someone a chance then we leave them to continue the cycle. You’re the one who told me this.””

“I did and I am proud of you Rhys, but I do not want you to be hurt either. I am your mother, I worry people will take advantage of you.”

Rhys was going to speak but she held up her hand, “However, you can make your own judgement and if you believe that the boy needs help then you do it. I’ll handle your father.”

Rhys smiled and she smiled back as the stars in his eyes returned. He moved to the sofa she was on and laid down with his head in her lap.

She ran her fingers through his hair and enjoyed this moment with her son. It didn’t come often now that he was leading the Illyrian legions after the war while also taking on some of Rynar’s duties.

“I do love you Ma.”

“Of course you do. I’m a very loveable person.”

Rhysand snickered, grabbed her hand and kissed her palm.

“I love you too Rhys,” she placed her hand right above his beating heart, “always remember your kindness will always be your biggest strength. Remain true to your heart and there’s nothing you can’t do, can’t achieve.”

“I will. I just might give father a heart attack while I do that.”

“He does care in his own way Rhys.”

Rhys simply let of a “hmm”. To change the subject Nyria smiled down at him and said, “Did you know, I almost named you Nyx.”

Rhys’s eyebrows met his hairline, “Really?”

She snickered, “Yeap I could only think of two names that would go with your ‘unique’ family name. When I saw you, you looked like a Rhysand, My Rhysand.”

“Nyx is nice too.”

“Yes, maybe you could name your son Nyx.”

Rhys shook his head, “The possibility of me finding someone who would want to be with me and have a child with me is zero.”

Nyria smacked his shoulder.

“Ow!”

“You’ll find her and she will be perfect. I’m going to enjoy watching you hopelessly fall in love and be an absolute mess.”

“Ma I - “

“Besides you have to find her, I already made so many dresses for her. You wouldn’t let my work go to waste now would you?”

Rhys was about to say something but there was a knock at the door. Before even answering, the door swung open. Nyria rolled her eyes at the soon to be future general of the Night Court.

“Do come in Cassian.”

“My beloved Lady Nyria, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

Nyria snickered, “What happened now?”

“I saw your terrible excuse of a mate is what happened.”

“Cassian!”

“What? Am I wrong?”

“Rynar is actually very kind when he wants to be.”

Cassian and Rhys just snorted.

“What brings you here Cass?”, asked Rhys who now got up from the couch and greeted his brother.

“Your father wanted a report and your mother promised me a coffee cake.”

“I did?”, asked Nyria with a raised brow.

“Pretty please?”, asked Cassian who unlike Elara had the worst puppy dog face.

“Alright, stay for dinner and ask Azriel to come as well. I have missed you boys.”

Cassian stood ten feet taller with that, always shining under Nyria’s care and attention.

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Rynar had winnowed into the camps to check on the legions progress.

Rhys had been training one new cohort for the past few weeks and was honestly exhausted. The hard work however was paying off as the legion demonstrated their skills to their High Lord with great aptitude.

Rynar simply nodded at the end and moved along to oversee Cassians legion.

By the end of the night, his father stopped by Rhys’s quarters.

As Rhys made the peppermint tea his father preferred, Rynar went through legion reports.

“Your sister and mother will be visiting you in five days. You may take a few days off.”

Rhys looked up in surprise, his father never once gave him a few days off. Rynar must have sensed the surprise in the deafening silence and looked up at his son.

“You have worked hard these last few decades Rhysand. Your training is complete and I have nothing more to teach you as heir, so yes… you can have a few days off.”

Rhysand opened his mouth but no words came to him, he tried again.

“Uh thank you sir.”

“Stop with the gasping fish look and bring me my tea already.”

Rhys finished stirring the sugar and brought it to his father. He sat on the near chair and waited for further instructions… only they never came.

“Well you definitely make better tea than Ely does.”

Rhys shared a rare smile with his father, to say Elara was an absolute disaster in the kitchen was an understatement. She was even worse than Mor was.

“I think she once managed to burn down instant made noodles.”

Rynar laughed and Rhys was shocked to hear the sound. His father laughed but never with him, only did he let that side out with Elara or mother at times.

“Ah yes, I remember that. Nuala had come running in as if the city was under attack, turns out it was my daughter setting fire to our kitchen.”

The conversation flowed after for a while and this was by far the one and only conversation Rhys could remember having with his father which didn’t revolve around training, their court or war.

He found that he liked it. Maybe… maybe now that he was trained, he could finally have a relationship of sorts with him.

He went to bed settled, he had a decent conversation with his father and he was finally going to meet Elara and his mother in a couple of days.

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Tamlin had arrived the next day on the borders of Illyria for his training session.

The session went alright but Rhys had noticed a couple of extra bruises on his arms. He didn’t ask though, Tamlin always shut down when asked. He would open up when he wanted to and Rhys wanted to give him time to process it.

“Will we be training again on weeks end then?”, asked Tamlin.

Rhys was in the process of picking up his weapons.

“Actually my sister and mother are visiting so I won’t get the time. We’ll definitely meet next week though.”

Tamlin nodded, “Will they be coming here?”

Rhysand usually would have never specified their safe houses in Illyria but he found himself trusting Tamlin. He was a friend and it was okay.

“Actually, I’m planning on meeting them halfway at one of houses near the river.”

Tamlin let out a short laugh, “Eager to meet them?”

Rhys offered a smile in return, “Yeah. Besides I want to make sure they reach safely to the camp after entering Illyrian grounds.”

Tamlin simply nodded.

As they said their goodbyes, Rhys noticed Tamlin avoiding his gaze. Rhys felt a pang of sympathy, times at home must have gotten worse.

Rhys clapped him on his shoulder, “Things will get better Tamlin, you’ll see.”

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God damn it. If Rhys needed something done, he really couldn’t trust anyone else to do it. The new commander was an absolute idiot and now Rhys had to train the new unit.

To top it all off, the weather was unforgiving today, the cold unrelenting on its mission to freeze everyone over.

What pissed him off most was the fact that he couldn’t meet his mother and sister halfway.

He kicked a stone as the men did their drill. His mood was sour but he’d meet his family soon and it would be okay. He made sure to keep the fire going in the cabin so that his mother and Elara could relax in the warmth. He even made Elara’s favourite pie with the help of Azriel and Cassian.

Just as the men switched their positions, swearing and shouts came from near the river. Rhys frowned, what was going on?

A young captain came running in his direction, panting and his eyes wide in horror.

“Sir.. sir, uh you need to come with me.”

Rhys ran alongside the captain and rushed towards the crowd that now had gathered around the bank.

Rhys pushed through the men, and while he did so they turned sorrowful eyes towards him.

Rhys didn’t know why but his heart was beating wildly out of his chest. A dreadful feeling creeping up his spine, a feeling that all was wrong.

He made his way through the last of the men and his heart dropped. Laying on the wet bank of the river was a young girl with raven coloured hair. Her back was turned to him and… and her wings were cut off. As if they had been, sawed off brutally. Her limp hand was extended towards another woman, a woman who’s tanned bloodied skin looked starkly pale against the snow on the ground. Her breathing was shallow, so shallow.

He heard a soft murmer, “Rhys.”

Rhys let out a deafening roar, a roar of anguish as he recognised the voice. A voice which sung him to sleep as a young boy, a voice that reprimanded him on many occasions, a voice that told him of unconditional love.

His scream let out a blast of energy which decimated the nearby tree’s.

He ran towards her and skidded on the ground as he knelt down to turn her on her mutilated back.

“No, no, no Ma.”

Nyria looked up at him with tears escaping her eyes, her lips blue from the freezing river.

She barely croaked out the words, “Rhys my boy…”

“Someone get the healer!”, he roared at the men.

Many turned and ran to get help.

“Rhys I… I don’t have.. much time. Only the bond is keeping me…. Elara.”

Rhys turned in horror towards the younger girl, who even unconscious was reaching out to her mother. He let out a sob and moved to his sister.

He gently turned her and saw his tears drop down on her bloodied face.

“Elara please, Ely please. Please wake up.”

His hands ran over her face, his tears and his damp sleeves clearing the blood caked on her beautiful face.

“No! God No!”

He put his two fingers searching for a pulse , praying to the mother that he could find the feeling of his sisters beating heart. He couldn’t.

He screamed and screamed in anguish. He hugged her limp body to his and rocked back and forth.

“Please.. please.”

He looked up crying, screaming, “Its not her time! You hear me?! It’s not her time.”

“Please! Anything, I’ll give anything please.”

He prayed, he yelled, he begged to anyone who could hear.

“Nugget wake up, I’m begging you, please wake up.”

She didn’t, his sister was gone. She was impaled, her wings taken from her, her body cold. Rhys couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything to stop the tears, the pain.

His power rumbled, out of control and he didn’t care. He could hear the healer checking his mother and he carefully laid Elara down. His hands cupping her face as he kissed her forehead and rested his own against hers.

“I’m sorry Ely, I’m so sorry.”

Rhys sobbed, uncaring of his men watching him.

“Sir..”

The healers voice reached him and he turned towards her. Her grim eyes said enough.

He shook his head, “No”.

A tear went down her face, “Your mother… I’m sorry there’s nothing I can do.”

Rhys shook his head again, “Do something! Do anything! You’re a healer, this is what you fucking do. Please, I’m begging you.”

He continued to beg until he heard his mother, “Rhys come here.”

He moved and held her against him.

“Ma just hold on okay? We will get you healed. Just hold on.”

With all the energy she could muster, she raised her hand and rested it against his cheek. He held it and squeezed.

“Don’t let this change you. Fight through and be true to yourself Rhysie.”

“Mom please just hold on, please. I can’t -“

“Yes you can, you’re my pride and joy. You’re my happiness. Stay true Rhys.”

“I love you so much son.”

“I love you Ma.”

“Stay true.”

And with those words, her eyes drifted close and her hand fell to the floor. Rhys hugged her close and sobbed into her neck. An scream filled with anguish released and his power, in a sonic echo blasted through the camp. The mountains rattled and shook the snow from their summit.

He repeated the same words over and over as he rocked his mothers lifeless body,

“It should have been me.”

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OH MY GOD BUBBA. I JUST SAW THIS CONCEPT ON TIKTOK. imagine gray saying “you know i love you right?” and the reader responding “yes” AND THEN HIM SAYING “good. because i’m going to fuck you like i don’t” LIKE JUST MAKE A WHOLE SMUT CONCEPT AND I SWEAR I WILL BE YOUR BITCH FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE K BYE LOVE YOU

“you know i love you right?” grayson crawled up the bed towards your tired body. you were wrapped in his hoodie, hair in a messy lopsided bun, glasses framing your complexion as you scrolled mindlessly on tiktok.

“yes, i love you too.” you giggle, kissing him quickly on the lips whilst he hovers over your body, your phone long forgotten as you thread your fingers through his hair. both graysons arms resting either said of you as he holds himself up and puckers his lips begging for more. addicted to the taste of you.

“good. because im going to fuck you like i don’t.”

grayson growls through gritted teeth. tugging at the end of your his shirt, in order to lift it over your head and let your breast breathe. his eyes remain on you the entire time, searching for consent or any sign of discomfort before attaching his lips to neck sucking at your sweet spot. his teeth digging into the tender skin when hearty throaty moans leave your lips. it edges him on and a switch inside him flips. he wasn’t going easy on you tonight.

“you’re my slut tonight, got it?” graysons lips work their way down towards your breast, sucking at your skin before he takes your erect nipple into his mouth. he had his tongue twirling around, licking and sucking at your sensitive nub. when grayson receives a sigh of relief in response, he’s retracting his lips and causing you to let out a disappointed groan from the loss of stimulation.

“words, kitten, i need your words.”

“im your slut, daddy, treat me like one fuck- fuck i need y-you.”

satisfied with your answer, grayso lips resume their attack on your sensitive nipples. his fingers creeping their way down towards your core, already feeling the heat radiate off you. your wetness seeping through your panties the minute grayson presses the pad of his thumb to the fabric. the heavenly smell of you hitting his nostrils as he grows painfully hard.

grayson grows impatient, slipping your panties to the side before he’s thrusting two digits inside your slick walls. giving you next to no time to adjust as he rapidly pumps in and put of cunt, the mixture of your juices and staggered moans encouraging grayson to work faster.

“right there, daddy, fu-fuck.”

“you like that?” grayson mocks you, watching intensely as you bite down on your lower lip, teeth digging into the tender skin so harsh that you draw blood. graysons fingers never let up, bringing his other hand down that had been wrapped around your neck, to slap on your clit, drawing you closer to your desperate release. “you like how my fingers feel in your tight pussy, my little cum slut.”

“god you’re absolutely soaking for me, you naughty girl. you gonna cum yeah? squirt all over daddies fingers.”

at graysons demamds, you do just that. the overwhelming pleasure controlling your body as your legs begin to shake vigorously. grayson has to hold your tighs down to keep his fingers from involuntary slipping out of you, putting his whole weight on your body as you were overcome with such a high. 

“daddy, fuckfuckfuck. m’cumming- shit, right there, right t-there.” 

“fucking hell, kitten.” grayson watches in awe, the way your body reacts to his fingers and the bucket load of fluids leaving your pussy has his mouth watering at the sight. he’s begrudgingly withdrawing his fingers from your walls, the lose of contact making you whine in protest, your pussy feeling bare and cold without him. but at the sight of him bringing his soaked digits to his lips, sucking and licking the life out of them, you can slowly begin to feel a second ogramsn approaching. 

“i like how ready you are for me.” grayson chuckles, seeing you so fucked out from an intense orgasm with only his fingers, but panting and whimpering for more. so desperate to be filled up, to feel his dick drive in and out of your cunt, edging you on to squirt whatever you had left to offer.

“m’gonna ruin you, sweetheart.” he growls more to himself than you, whilst mandhaling you to spread your legs further open in order to accommodate him between them. without warning, hes pushing into you with such force, finding a steady pace as your wetness and cum from before act as his lubricate. 

you can feel every inch of grayson inside you, his dick pressing deeper and deeper with every thrust. his fingers gripping tightly to your hips, sure to leave harsh purple bruises but none of that mattered. the way your pussy was clenching around him was driving him crazy, pleasure springs through both your veins as graysons thrust only seemed to get faster and more dominate the more his name fell from your lips. 

“come inside me, daddy. wanna fill your cum drip out my tight little pussy.”

“oh fuck.” grayson breathed, quick to pull himself out of your walls with a slight pop, before hes roughly flipping you over on all fours. eager to resume his position inside your cunt from behind as he hands find their place in your hair. wrapping it tightly around his fingers as he yanks your body up so its flush against his sweaty toned chest.

“oh god yes.” you moan at the new postion, graysons balls slapping agasint the curve of your arse cheeks as your head falls back to rest against his shoulder, eyes rolling into the back of your head. grayson meets you half way, kissing you hungrily as he carries on fucking you into oblivion. he was sliding in and out of you at such a euphoric pace, that he has to talk himself down from cumming before you. 

“its so fucking tight-” grayson groaned, nibbling on the skin of your exposed neck as he pulls harder at the ends of your hair. creating a makeshift pony tail when he pushes your body back on all fours, shifting your arse further into his body as small gasps leave your swollen lips. 

“daddy, im gonna- fuckfuckfuck.”

“beg me.”

“gray-”

“give me one good reason why i shouldn't leave you here, all needy and desperate for daddy’s cock. have you begging and pleading with me to finish the job.” 

“please, let me cum, i need to cum- feels so good, love your cock. wanna have your babies.” 

at your pleads, grayson is growling, his breeding kink coming out of him as he slams into you deeper, harder, faster. your knuckles are turning white from how hard your gripping the sheets, your face pressed into the mattress as you push your arse higher in the air for grayson to hit deeper with his angles.

“the tightest pussy ive ever been in, and its mine, all mine.” 

“im cumming! shit- oh shit, yes yes yes-”

grayson was hitting every spot perfectly inside your cunt, making your toes curl and your stomach erupt when your orgasm washes over you. letting out a stream of moans and whimpers as you start to feel his thrust slow down, his own release approaching. your arousal coating his cock as long shakey breathes leave your lips, followed by an animalistic groan from your boyfriend when words of enocument leave your heavenly lips.

“come inside me, daddy. it feels so fucking good oh my god.”

“fuck, gonna fill up your little hole, kitty. take all of daddy, my good little girl.” grayson comes undone seconds after, his warm cum spurting to the back of your walls. his fluids filling you entirely as it creates a cocktail with your own. his flithy words filling you with such intensity that has you squeezing desperately around him.

you’re both panting and breathing heavily, grayson can't even bring himself to pull out due to the feeling of your slick cunt clenching around him member. your walls pulsating from such a high, that it has him cockwarming you for the rest of the night. basking in the feeling of both your love and cum filled pussy.

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“If only I could hear your voice” Chatnoir x reader PART 1

A/n: this was requested by DianaTales on wattpad I hope you like it, just to let you know this one shot I believe will be at least two parts. Also I thought this song was suitable for this one!

Also possible triggering warning. This imagine contains strong language, bullying etc.

••••

I never was born like this..

I don't remember much about when I was little..

Don't remember what happiness was..what peace was..how it felt to talk or sing..

How it felt to hear my voice..for people to hear my voice.

Things use to be perfect..my goal was to sing..to sing my heart out and become a singer.

I mean isn't that every girls dream? To become someone people look up to?

To be noticeable?

The doctor's voice rings in my head again.

"(Y/n) sweetie, I'm sorry but your voice box was damaged in the accident..I'm afraid you won't be able to talk..or sing.."

"(Y/n), honey you'll be late for school!" My mother called from down stairs. I let out a small sigh and I gave myself one last look in the mirror before heading down stairs.

I greet my parents with a smile and they gave me a kiss and a hug. I ate breakfast and I walk to school.

I kept my (eye colour) eyes glued to the ground while I listen to music. As I walked I tried to sing again.

I know I can't speak but I've been trying a lot to try to..I just want..I want to sing..

I let out a sigh which sounds like I was being strangled in a way. I hate not being able to speak.

I higher the volume on the music as I walk.

Once I get to school I scan the area for that girl Chloe and her 'friend' Sabrina. With them not in sight I head straight to the school doors.

Without looking up I bump into someone. When I look up I see Adrien. "Oh jeez I'm sorry (y/n) I didn't see you there..you ok?" I nodded and he helped me up.

"Oh Adrien!!!" I froze as I see Chloe and Sabrina running over. Adrien gasped as he is suddenly embraced by the mean blonde girl.

"I missed you so much!" I take a step back and turn to run to only be tripped by Sabrina.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here. The little mute girl is back." Sneered Chloe as she flipped her hair over her shoulder.

My eyes narrowed as I met her cold blue eyes burn in my (E/c) ones. I brushed a lock of my (h/l) (h/c) hair and glared at her.

What does she want now?!

As I stood up Sabrina pulled out a sheet of paper that slipped from my binder. My eyes widened as I tried to grab it from her.

As I opened my mouth try and speak only a squeal escaped my lips.

Chloe laughed. "Aw the mute is trying to speak again, you really a pathetic."

Tears weld in my eyes as my (s/c) became flushed with anger.

Sabrina giggled as she handed Chloe my sheet of paper I was trying to get back. "Chloe, give it back now." Adrien stated angrily.

She rolled her eyes. "Don't worry Adrien, I want to see what Mute made..oh my!"

It was a drawing I made of Chat Noir and I..in the drawing I was in his arms and he was holding me tightly as were in the sky.

It was based on the dream I had last night..when I have a dream I like to draw my favourite scenes so I could cherish it forever.

She laughed even more when she found some son lyrics on the back of it representing about Chat.

Chloe began to read.

" 'I don't want to say about you, the way you move, the way you talk, the way you walk, the way your always in my mind~your eyes shine so bright, it's like I'm seeing a whole new light yeah..' What kind of crap is this?" I froze and the look on Adrien's face made me heart shatter.

"Oh my god! You have a crush on Chat! What a loser!" She shouted loud enough for people to hear. Another squeak escaped my lips as I yank the paper out of her hands and ran the other way as tears escape my eyes.

I ran to the girls washroom and sobbed my heart out.

Stupid Chloe..

*Time Skip*

After crying for a while and controlling myself I stepped out of the washroom and cleaned up my hair.

My (e/c) eyes were red and blood shot. Around my whole eyes they were puffy and red. My skin colour was no longer had its natural (s/c) glow. It was now pale.

I splashed cold water on my face and tied my (h/c) in a pony tail.

I step out and walk to class. Miss. Bustier looked at me. "Ms. (L/n) your late to class." I bowed my head and walked up the back of the class.

"She was too busy dreaming about Chat Noir." Teased Chloe making some students laugh.

My heart clenched as I sat down. "Isn't that right Mute? Oh wait you can't answer that cause you can't talk!" Chloe added on with another laugh.

"Chloe, that's enough!" Our teacher stated calmly and I looked down at my shaking hands.

"I mean what chances do you have with Chat?"

"Leave her alone Chloe!" Snapped Marionette making my heart flutter a little.

Marionette and I use to be good friends when we were little. We still are..just..I prefer to keep my distance.

I let my (h/c) bangs cover my eyes as I tried to not focus on Chloe. "Hello? Loser I'm talking to you? Are you deaf too?"

"Chloe leave her alone!"

"She's so pathetic, at least now I don't get to hear her ugly voice, she has no talent what she ever, glad she had that accident."

I froze, my whole body just shut down on me. Without anymore thought I grabbed my things and ran.

A sob breaks out of my chest even before I could make it out the door. I stood back up trying to ignore Chloe's taunts.

"Maybe you should leave, like forever. There is no point if you even being here. No one wants a mute. Your just too pathetic for this world."

I ran, not caring that the teacher was calling after me. I don't care anymore..

I just want the pain to stop..

Strands of my (h/c) hair stuck to my sweaty (s/c) forehead as I ran down the hall and out on the streets.

I even ran all the way home, I didn't care about school, I'd rather stay home..that's the only place I can feel safe..

Where no one can hurt me..

I sobbed as I run to my room and collapse on the floor pulling my knees to my chest.

I tried to scream but only a squeak came out of my mouth. I kicked and three things across my room. I grabbed my music book and threw it hard against the wall making all my papers go flying.

Chloe's right..I am useless..

There's no point for me..

I cried even harder as I grabbed my sketch book and tossed it in my little garbage bin.

I sank to knees again and sobbed.

I hate her..

I hate her..

I hate them..

I hate the world..

I hate myself..

Hate..

Hate..

Hate..

The doctors voice rings in my head again.

"I'm sorry but she won't be able to talk again..she will be mute..I'm sorry.."

That what I always will be..

Forever and always..

Mute..

•••

Two updates in one day. I’ll probably post part 2 later on today. And I’ll try to post some more transformer one shots as well.

I’m also well aware that I got a few asks as well. I’ll try to work on them later if I can. I’m currently working on my other books too.

I’m also going back to work next week so I won’t be active that much again but I’ll try my best.

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Drill Sergeant

SuperM/WayV AU: 8th member

YinYin x SuperM/WayV/NCT

The newest members of NCT have a rude awakening when it comes to YinYin’s standards.

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“You nervous?” Taeyong asked.

Sungchan shrugged. “Not really. I don’t know, should I be. It’s just a dance practice, right?”

“Yeah, but…first one with everybody.” Taeyong smiled. “Did you watch the video last night?”

“Yeah. I don’t have it memorized but I think I have a pretty good idea of the choreography.”

“I’m about the same…but I think the choreographer will…” He trailed off when Haechan came running into the room. “Why the hurry?”

“We’re fucked.” Haechan rushed over to them.

“Did you guys hear?” Lucas burst into the room. “We’re so dead.”

“What? Why are we dead?” Shotaro stood up from where he was stretching, looking worried as the boys all gathered around.

Haechan took a deep breath, obviously out of breath from running. “I just…talked to YinYin in the café. Oh I’m going to pass out.”

Johnny clapped him on the shoulder, checking to make sure he was okay as Lucas finished the story.

“I knew she was up late last night but I didn’t think….we’re dead. We’re dead.”

“You’re scaring the new kids.” Mark warned.

“They should be scared.” Haechan exclaimed.

“Why?” Doyoung demanded. “You’re kinda leaving us hanging here.”

“YinYin has the choreography memorized.” Lucas told them.

There was silence.

And then there was chaos.

“Oh my god.” Taeyong ran a hand through his hair.

“Do we still have time? We have time right?” Yuta rushed for his tablet, trying to find the video of the choreography.

“What’s happening?” Sungchan asked. “Isn’t it good that she has it memorized?”

“Not good.” Jeno shook his head quickly. “Very not good.”

“Is she getting coffee?”

“Green smoothie. She said she wanted energy.” Haechan answered.

“It was really nice knowing you guys.” Mark gave a mock bow, leaning over Yuta’s shoulder to watch the video.

“Why is everyone so worried?” Shotaro asked. “It’s just….YinYin?”

He exchanged a glance with Sungchan. They’d both met YinYin on numerous occasions, and she had never been anything less than polite. She was chill to the point of being lazy, but she always smiled and waved, and had even put food on their plates at the group dinner. So they couldn’t understand why on earth the boys were panicking over the fact that she’d learned the choreography.

“YinYin and dance practice YinYin are two very different people.” WinWin explained.

“Dance YinYin is mean!” Jisung exclaimed loudly, glancing towards the door.

“Mean? But how can she-“

“Just….don’t fall behind in the dance. At least…don’t make it seem like it’s because you didn’t know something. She’ll put up with teaching someone if it seems like they’re trying.” Ten said quickly.

“And don’t look her in the eye because she’ll-“

The door to the practice room slammed open.

“What’s up, losers?” YinYin said loudly, sipping on a smoothie. “Ready for another glorious day.”

“No.” Mark whispered.

Observing her, Shotaro and Sungchan couldn’t see anything different. She was wearing leggings and a long sleeve crop top, with her hair up in a pony tail. She wasn’t wearing her brace, which was a sign that she was obviously ready to dance, but she didn’t look especially mean.

“How’d you sleep, Yin?” Jaemin asked, tensing as they all waited for her answer.

“Great!” She exclaimed. “I finished learning the choreography by like four so I got a few hours of sleep. And now I have a nice green clean energy boost.” She held up her smoothie.

“It’s worse than we thought.” Ten whispered to Lucas.

YinYin dropped her bag in the corner of the room. “We should stretch before practice.”

When she turned back around, all of the boys were mid-stretch.

She snorted, walking over next to Sungchan and Shotaro. She bent to touch her toes. “Did you guys watch the video?”

“Yup.” Sungchan said. “We tried our best.”

“It’s your first full group practice, don’t stress about it.” YinYin laughed. “We won’t bite.”

“Thanks, that’s-“ Shotaro forgot how to speak when YinYin dropped into the splits.

“Yerim….” Yuta said, trying to speak softly. “Don’t you think we should take it easy today? Because it’s the first day and we have two new members?”

“Of course.” She reached forward for her toes. “I’m thinking we only do five hours before lunch, what about you?”

Lucas groaned audibly

“That sounds fun.” Sungchan said, his voice a pitch higher than it had been earlier.

The choreographer walked into the room, and they all stood up. YinYin bounced on her toes.

“Ready?” She winked at Shotaro.

He gave her two thumbs up.

As it turns out, they were not ready. Even though the two newest members had a better knowledge of the choreography than most of the others, they didn’t have it totally memorized. Twenty-three of the members were making very solid progress, learning the formations and mastering the moves.

Unfortunately for them, the twenty-fourth member was not impressed.

“Mark, why are you coming down on three-and?” YinYin demanded. “You have to be right down on three. And Jaehyun, please try and match your stride to everyone else’s, it ruins the uniformity of the formation.”

“Sorry, YinYin.” Jaehyun said quickly.

“Yes, ma’am.” Mark practiced the move again.

It had been like that for over an hour. They would run the dance a few times, and then YinYin would give her ‘pointers’. The choreographer would then echo how good her eye was, and then add on that she was pulling it off perfectly.

YinYin turned to face Shotaro. “You’re keeping up okay?”

He nodded quickly. “I think so.”

“Good.” She smiled. “You’re doing great.”

Xiaojun rolled his eyes.

YinYin caught it in the mirror.

“Is something wrong?” She spun around.

“Just…stretching my eyes.” He gestured to his face.

She narrowed her eyes, clearly not buying it. “Well, try stretching your legs. I can see how you struggle on the lunge.”

“I’ll do that.” He sighed.

“Good. Let’s run it again!” She clapped.

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Escape (Prince!Taeyong x guard!you)

a/n : hey this scenario is back into your homescreen! in case you haven’t read the previous works (which actually doesn’t connect you can read this without revering to them, but it makes more sense to read the previous one and this. first and second) 

taglist : we gotta thank @princessyongie because I feel like continuing this since after seeing the tags 🥺🙌💖

Five more laps and you're done. You're proud of yourself for always waking up in the morning to take your morning run with the other guards. Though it is tiring and hard to wake up in the early morning, you feel your body freshen up and awake to start the day as the royal guard of the young prince.

“So, what are you going to do today?” Your fellow guard, Jeno, asks you when both of you have finished running laps and already take a breather to talk.

“Hm, I'm not sure, but I heard the prince has some guests to see today.” You retie your hair into a pony tail, ooh time to cut them.

“oh another sets of royal ladies?” asks Jeno while both of you walk to the washing rooms to clean yourself up.

You nod “I guess. His prince friends only come on the third weeks right? Today is not the third week yet.” You hide a smile, someone in the circle of friend has a sweet smile that you can never not stare at.

“I see, you miss that prince huh?” Jeno playfully elbows you and you chuckle “Who? I don’t know them!”

“the one with the sweet smile, you said. Prince Jae-” He teases you more. You punch him and he yelps

“What smile? Who are you talking about?” a stern voice greets both of you and you quickly fix your posture, so does Jeno

“Good morning, your highness prince Taeyong “both of you bow down to him and he bows back in politeness.

“Morning,” he replies back.

“What are you doing here in the shower room?” you pull your towel higher to your chest, though you are still completely covered with proper clothes. Just something about him being in the shower room makes you feel a bit shy.

“I was looking for you, because apparently you were lounging here with Jeno talking about a smile.” He sounds joking but you know this will be a long day.

“I am sorry, I'll quickly change and see you in your study room.” You wait for him to dismiss you and when he turns his body to leave, both Jeno and you let out a great sigh.

“Yak mind your words. That was creepy.” You shudder.

“Sorry, just go shower. See you!” he waves and goes into the male bathroom while you to the other side.

You run through the field into his study in a dash and after composing yourself you knock on the big door.

“Come inside,” Taeyong knows it was you from the knocking pattern.

You come inside the room and stand on the door.

“Do you know your schedule already?” he asks you without looking away from his book.

“Yes.” You gulp. You received your schedule for today already and Taeyong has guests to entertain today.

“Prepare my horse,” He closes his book and stands up from his chair.

“Let's go for a quick runaway to the beach.” He winks and you shake your head

“How? You're supposed to prepare for-"

“my toast speech when the royal ladies come to sit with me in the garden for tea.” He finishes your sentence in a mocking tone and you keep your mouth shut. What is wrong with him and you today? Why are you pissed by his cockiness?

“I have enough time. This is still early, we can ride our horse and then come back by lunch. No one will know-" he skips to the window and opens the curtain “Because we won’t use the front door.”

Your smile blooms once you see his eyes sparkle with joy from the idea of escaping with you and you're suddenly on a good mood when you see his plan includes jumping out from the window.

“Now go, take your horse and mine. I'll lock the door from inside and meet you in our usual secret place!” Taeyong pushes you through the door and you only grin at his secret plan. Dang today is not that bad, he probably forgives what happened earlier.

--

You meet him with two horses on the back door. He already has his prince outfit shimmied off, only wearing a loose white shirt and a tight pants, his shoes are replaced with his boots and his hood is already hiding his face nicely.

“Where’s your crown?” you notice that first thing first after going closer to give him his horse and saddle.

Taeyong takes your help to jump on his horse and he smiles “I left them in my room, why? We don’t have to wear that right?”

You shake your head, he was always asked to wear them, but Taeyong prefers his head light. “Anything the prince says!” you shrug your shoulder and jump onto your own horse.

“I’ll lead the way!” he excitedly hit his horse and you follow him soon.

Just like that you are now on the empty beach, it’s mostly empty because the village is too far from the coast and it’s almost like a private beach. Nevertheless, you love this beach because of the memories.

Taeyong already neglects his hood on a reef stone and his shoes are also neatly tucked there. With his barefoot, he runs through the waves and you mentally slap yourself for forgetting the towels or dry clothes. You step down from your horse and choose to have a look out still for any danger. Duty comes first right?

The wind blowing your loose hair to your face makes you grunt and fix your ponytail. Oh you really should get them cut short again! Despite you, loving how your hair looks better long. But before you feel your face free from the tingles, you felt someone grabbing your hair tie and a dash of shadow runs before your eyes.

“Catch me if you can!” Taeyong is already several feet ahead of you with his right hand shaking your hair tie in the air.

You scoff and take the queue to catch him, did he know he choose the wrong girl to play with? You take your shoes off and make a dash to catch him. He runs away, laughter clearly resonating through the morning crispy air. Taeyong never looks this happy in a regular day.

Your fast movement catch him without a hustle, with one swift motion you have his wrist and you’ve turned his body to face you, “Told you, you picked the wrong girl.”

He was astonished by the view he sees.

A rare sighting of your hidden beauty, black short hair dangling with the wind and your smirk on your face when you catch him in your hand makes Taeyong grows weak. His right-hand falls and the hair tie was dropped to the sand only to get washed away by the tides. Your eyes widen and you quickly drop him to catch the tie, only to see it lifelessly gone with the waters. You close your eyes, controlling the rage bubbling inside your heart, no that hair tie doesn’t matter, just that you’re confused how will you tie your hair now?

“You’re prettier this way.” He blurts out nervously and that catches your attention

You turn your head to face him, “I am sorry I lost your hair tie. I can get you more.”

You shake your head “Don’t be sorry. I have to cut my hair anyways.” You run a hand smoothly through your growing hair, oh you miss this feeling too.

Taeyong’s eyes widen in surprise “No! Don’t!” he is surprised with his own action when he pulls you closer to him as the waves almost crash through your ankles and maybe wet your pants.

You raise your brow, clearly confused by his remarks. “Have you seen yourself?” he holds your shoulder and you shake your head.

Taeyong sighs and closes his eyes before opening them again “You’re beautiful,” he mutters that one more time

You feel heat rising up to your cheeks and you feel your voice crack “I- Can you let go off me?”

He is bewildered as he quickly lets your shoulder go and you nervously distant yourself from him.

“I should not be slacking, let me focus back on guarding you.” You nervously snap your fingers to focus back but the young prince is not helping you at all.

Taeyong steps closer again to you and tucks a strand of hair away from your face, “I can take care of myself (y/n), you don’t have to be on guard all the time,” he smiles softly to you.

Your lips tremble “I did not want to make the same mistake,”

He shakes his head and runs a smoothing hand on your hair “Come on, I forgave you for that already,”

You feel your eyes wet “I- not with the kingdom Yong.”

He sighs and pulls you to his side, “Hey, let’s not grieve over that! You’re wasting my precious escape time.” He grins and you wipe a tear “Ah silly me, sorry for ruining your day.” You push a smile and Taeyong giggles “I should be the one sorry, for making you sad.”

You tense suddenly when he pulls you into a hug, “You’re pretty, you’re amazing, and you’re always doing your best to keep me save, but for once I want to you to enjoy your day too.”

“Come on, let’s catch the waves, and we can go sneak for some brunch in the kitchen.” Taeyong pulls you into the wave and you put a smile back on your face.

“Oh, and if you hate your hair falling to your face, here.” Taeyong hands you his handkerchief

“Huh?” you hold on to it with big question mark on your face.

Taeyong laughs “You really don’t know things other than sword, archery and combat?” he takes back the handkerchief and gathers your hair together before “tying” it with the expensive linen.

You’re amazed he can tie your short hair nicely with that handkerchief, but Taeyong always has his own way of making things work. Oh! prince things!

“Hey I should keep you dry!” you pull him back before a big wave can soak him.

He giggles “Now that is more you! I don’t care if I come back soaked, I’ll sneak in to dry myself.”

You groan “Oh but please, you’re not riding a horse in a wet clothes, you’ll fall sick.”

He smirks “And if I am sick, will you take care of me? I’m sure you’ll be put on guard duty in my room.”

You snicker “Yeah coz you’ll put that as a command and I can’t do anything against it.”

He nods “So tell me, do you want me to tell the chief guard that you can keep your hair?”

You grin in amusement but laugh afterwards “You and your prince things! Nope, I’ll cut them short again. I don’t feel like running with hairs all over me.”

Taeyong nods gloomly “Ah, alright. Anything that’s best for you is best for me. I guess I’ll have to stop saying I like long hairs.”

You blush and bump his shoulder “Stop being cheesy. Let’s go back to the castle, I’m hungry and lunch time will be over for me if I don’t come back now.”

Taeyong almost forgot about the fact that your lunch time is different than his, he can eat anytime he returns but not you. So, he picks up his things and with your help once again, he is seated on his horse and so are you.

“Thank you for accompanying me today!” Taeyong bids his farewell when you and him separate ways into the castle. You reach your hand to take off the handkerchief, but he was faster “Keep them, until you find a rubber band or you cut them,” he sounds sad at the end of the sentence. He tried hiding it but you heard his heart.

“Okay prince, see you!” you quickly leave while he waits for you to disappear into the stables.

“How I wish you can forgive yourself for that incident. It was not your fault, never your fault but why do they keep blaming you for it?” Taeyong walks back to his window and sneak into the room again. Right in time when he hears a knock on the door and his butler comes in to deliver his letters and news.

His prince duty is back!

end

next : probably we’ll get to see what is this “incident” or maybe not. I’ll see where my head brings me to 😂

[badwolf-winchester]

Ancient Bloodlines

Pairing: Loki x Emy Nightstar (OC)

OC Summary: Emy is the newest Avenger. She specializes in Magic and close range attacks/ weapons. Her heritage is unknown to her as she was left at an orphanage door step when she was a young girl with only the memory of her name. She goes by her nickname Emy but has never told anyone her full name as its a reminder of her being abandoned. Emy can see through any illusion and Magic no matter how powerful they are or how strong the magic is and is unaware of this. Her powers include Telekinesis, Elemental Control, True Sight (as stated above) Enhanced healing and Shifting (she wont discover this till much later in the story). She loves to read, listen to music, play violin, sing, and draw.

Story Info: Takes place after infinity wars. Tony and Natasha are alive Steven comes back from the future after giving back the infinity stones. Vision is alive and living with Wanda in the tower. Thor and Loki live in the tower with the rest of the Avengers and for the sake of the story Himedall is alive and living with the rest of the Asgardians on earth in New Asgard (you will find out why later)

One last thing: Please do not repost my work on any other site or social media, however reblogging on here is fine. I work hard on all of my fanfics and it’s disappointing when people take my work as their own. I am the creater of all my OCs such as Sora Nightstar, Emy Nightstar, and Lithium Nightstar. My inbox is open for any and all requests as i am a multi fandom writer. Let me know how you like the story and i will do my best to answer any and all questions. As always i encourage any and all feedback as it helps with my writing. I hope you all like it!

The Beginning

They say that your parents are there to teach you the rules of the world, but what happens when you have no parents? Who will teach you then? The world is cruel but people are crueler. Ive learned this first hand when the person i trusted most in this world left me on the door step of the St. Trinity’s Orphanage. I was 9 when my mother told me she didn’t want me anymore and i guess I couldn’t really blame her. I mean who could love someone who couldn’t control the powers that grew with each passing year. Someone who started fires out of thin air when they had nightmares, conjured whirlwinds when startled, unfurled earthquakes when angered, spring forth rain showers when sad, and levitate objects when riddled with anxiety. I will never forget that day for its seared into my mind like its own person brand echoing with every beat of my heart. A monster thats what she called me, her own flesh and blood was a monster in her eyes, and i could see the relief when she ran from the solid oak door finally rid of the burden she had to put up with throughout the years. An abomination she cried as she reached the cobblestone sidewalk eager to be rid of me and by the pace she was going at i could tell she had more spring in her step than on the walk over from the bus we exited from. Unnatural she bellowed as she disappeared around the corner a ghost of a smile springing from her lips as she disappeared. These where the last words i would ever hear from my mother, if thats what you would call her.

Emy’s POV

Tonight was just like any other. Crisp cold air submerged the city in a blanket of dark and silence while it settled into your bones. I never minded the cold in fact I welcomed it, it reminded me of the cabin i found one year after running away from one of the many abusive foster homes i was forced to stay with. I’ll admit it was one of the times I was able to avoid the social workers for longer than a week and the happiest I had ever been in my life up until i was captured by Hydra. When I had a flair up with my powers, which usually ended up being fire, i would immediately get sent back to St. Trinity’s but this time i ran before they had the chance to toss me aside. The staff there used to place bets on how long i would stay with a family, they would joke saying i was cursed or jinxed but i knew the truth, no one wanted me. Once the parents found out about my abilities I was sent packing. I was labeled as a flight risk and a danger to others which only deepened my anti socialism.

Walking through the streets of New York i pull my dark purple jacket on and my dark brown hair in a pony tail as I get closer to my destination. Because i don’t feel the effects of the cold weather Tony, being such the dad figure he is, has made it his priority to make sure i still wear one just incase so here i was walking home in black ripped up jeans, a black v neck T-shirt, black and purple checkered vans and a light weight dark purple jacket. With my headphones in my ears and “I like it heavy” by Halestorm blasting I make my way to the place i call home, Stark Tower. Walking through the front doors i make my way past the receptionist who always greets me with a bright smile. As I walk towards the elevator I give her a small smile back and a head nod. After entering the elevator and pressing the button for the penthouse I start to reflect on how i got here.

By the time i was 15 Hydra found me in that cabin and took me away. I went from hopping from family to family to being used as a science experiment, constantly being poked and prodded just so they could get a reaction out of me. As a child my powers where very unstable mostly flaring up with my emotions, its no wonder that Hydra caught wind of me its not like i was hiding it very well or more so that i couldn’t hide it. They tried to wipe my memory to gain control of me “a blank slate” is what they wanted, but for some reason, they failed as I wasn’t susceptible to their conditioning methods no matter how much time i spent in the chair. However, I could tell they were scared of me I could see it in their eyes. This didn’t last long though as they used what they called their perfect weapon code name Winter Soldier to beat me into submission. After that first meeting that left me with a broken arm and a fractured ankle i started to obey, since then Ive met the Soldier a couple of times but if he remembers me he dosent let on and I dont blame him, he has been in that chair so many times Im genuinely surprised he can even remember how to walk. He is stronger than the others as most of the other test subjects had turned to vegetables after the 4th mind wipe, he was on his 10th the last time i saw him with Hydra.

Another test was done on me and this one was different. They used a teseract? If thats what they called it I can’t be sure nor did I care all I could feel was pain like as if someone injected lava in my veins. After they injected me I started screaming after a while I couldn’t even hear myself anymore, my throat was so sore and horse from the constant roar of my agony I just wanted it to end. How long was I out for? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days? Years? They didn’t keep clocks there or at least not in the dungeon like cell they had me in. When the fire faded i was left with this numbness and after further tests I realized that I was immune to fire. I can literally stick my hand in fire and i will be left untouched and unscorched. They did the same test with freezing temperatures to see if they could subdue me at least in some way. I must have been out longer than just a couple of days as during the tests i didn’t recognize any of the Doctors. In that moment I realized something, if they were trying to contain me then something must have happened to the soldier. It was time to plan my escape.

Back in my cell i could hear footsteps approaching me and then stop short. One of the scientists frantically trying to talk some sense into someone just out of my line of sight. “She is immune to anything we throw at her sir. We have done every test we could there is nothing left for us to do.” One of the goons in a lab coat stated to what i assumed is a higher up. “Bolden If her powers keep growing at the rate they are it could be days in which she will be unstoppable and with the soldier gone we dont have anything that can keep her in line. She broke Mandy and Rays arms the last time we tested her. She is getting too strong.” Brining a hand up to his chin the higher up Bolden stepped out of the shadows and looked at me with deep interest before he turned to looked at the man and scoffed. As he walked away i felt a cold chill ran down my back as I anticipated what was to become of me; I knew it was nothing good i had already broken their rules. His next words only confirmed what I feared. “ Its simple. Break her spirit or kill her Doctor. And when i say break her i mean in anyway means necessary.” His sadistic laugh is the last thing i remember before everything went black.

Its been 2 years since i have escaped and now I’m living in the avengers tower. I don’t remember what happened after that night in my cell its all a blur of red, screams, and gunshots. When i woke up next i was in a 6ft crater where I was being held captive without a scratch on me. Trees were uprooted and fallen over as if a bomb went off. Luckily the Avengers showed up not long after me waking up and took me to their base where i met Directer Fury. With his permission and 24/7 surveillance provided by Tony Stark via FRIDAY and training sessions to get my powers under control i was allowed to join the Avengers and fight for good. Little did i know that by agreeing to this I would end up in the path of a certain God or Gods who were also taking residence at the tower.

With the sound of a *ding* the elevator shook me out of my mind and back to the present. As i exited the elevator I pulled my head phones out of my ears and was instantly met with the sound of Tony losing his mind. “Where did she go? She knows she can’t be out this late. She could be taken again! Its 5 minutes past her curfew!” Rolling my eyes I roll my headphones up and shove them in my pocket and round the corner. “Tony it takes 5 minutes to get from the lobby to the penthouse calm down. I bet she will walk through that door anytime now.” Came the sweet voice of reason of none other than Pepper Potts. “I’m Home.” I said in a deadpan voice as i walked by the couple only for Tony to stand up and intercept me by placing a hand on my upper arm. “Where did you go and why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?” I looked at him and raised an eyebrow pushing his hand off me. “Tony its Wednesday. I have training with Strange on Wednesdays and I had Friday alert you as I was leaving but you were in the lab with Bruce.” Not sure what to say next Tony mumbled a small apology. “Sorry I was just worried about you. I know you are grown enough to make your own choices as you are 25 but I just want to make sure you are safe. How was the training with The Wizard?” Sighing and shaking my head just wanting to go the library and read I decided to just let it go. “Strange is a hard ass that much you already know. It wasnt bad actually I think I’m warming up to him. I didn’t spontaneously throw him to the wall when he snuck up behind me as i was going over the ancient texts so i call that improvement.” I said sheepishly while side stepping around him. “I’m gonna go to the library now and grab some light reading before bed you guys have a good night.” With out waiting for a response I quickly made my way towards my new destination only to have Tony saying something about guests in the house but I ignored him.

Pushing open the library door I make my way to the poetry section to grab my usual copy of Edgar Allen Poe that I read before bed. As my had reached for the spot i knew i put the book in i find that its not there. “Wait what? Where is my book? I know I put it back here before I left for training so where did it go?” Frustrated I stomp back over to the entrance and rip open the door ready to go on a murder spree while shouting down the hallway. “CLINT! You better give me back my night time book or I’m breaking all your arrows again! No one reads in this tower but me! How stupid do you think I am!?” Straining my ears I listen for any type of movement but was met with dead silence. After a minute I finally hear movement through the vents coming from the west part of the tower and I take off sprinting. Sliding around a corner I barely miss colliding with Steve and Bucky who look like they were on their way back from a mission. Offering a quick apology before I continue my pursuit I hear Steve yell “Hey! No running in the tower!” Not faltering in my hot pursuit of the Hawk thief I continue to zip through the tower ignoring the Captains words until i was almost to the vent that lead to the 2 level family room. Using the railing for the steps leading down to the family area to give me more height i jumped as close to the vent as possible and conjured my signature Scythe to slice through it while twisting in the air kicking the vent free and off its track. A shocked and terrified scream resonates from the vent as the culprit falls to the ground with a thud and a grunt. I landed in a crouched position and slowly straightened to my full hight. “What the hell Emy?! When did you learn to do that?!” Clint yells as he sits up rubbing his left shoulder that he landed on. I started stalking towards him with the blade of my scythe scrapping across the ground as i went while giving him a death glare. “Give me back my book Barton.” At the mention of his last name his head snapped up to me fear replacing the pain from his fall. “Oh shit last name not good.” Scrambling up on his feet he turns and runs towards the common room that connects to the elevator with me hot on his tail and my scythe trailing behind me in my right hand.

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit SHIT!!” He yells as he makes it fully to the room only to fling forward as i jump and kick his back tired of all the running. Twirling my weapon around I place it at his neck sneering at him. “I will not ask you again.” I said placing pressure on his neck with my blade. Sensing a fast moving object coming from my left from the kitchen I move my head back 3 inches as what looked like a hammer flew by me embedding itself in the wall. Turning my head slowly in the direction of the flying object, I confirmed it was indeed a hammer that was thrown at me. Irritation flared through me as i released Clint from the end of my scythe and turned fully to the kitchen to face my attacker. There stood 2 men that i did not recognize, one tall oak of a man with blond short hair, blue eyes and tan skin in blue jeans, a red T-shirt ,and grey jacket. the other shorter man made me stare at him and faultier for a second as he was so different from anyone i have ever seen, dark blue skin covered his entire body with darker almost black symbols and piercing red eyes, long black hair with black jeans, a green dress shirt and black jacket. Tearing my gaze away from his own curious one i looked between both men before i clenched my jaw letting my irritation settle back in. “Which one of you threw that hammer.” I said venom dripping with every word. “Whoa its ok Emy thats just Thor and Loki they are the asgardian Gods that live here in the tower part time when they are not in Norway.” Clint said standing up quickly. Not moving from my position i narrowed my eyes and flicked them over in Clint’s direction. The ground started to shake as my irritation and annoyance grew to anger remembering what i was doing before being interrupted by the Gods. Throwing his hands up in surrender he then quickly reached into his back pocket and retrieved my book. “Ok ok dont blow a fuse Em.” He said while tossing me my possession stopping me from causing an earthquake. Catching it in the air with my left had I inspected the book to make sure it wasn’t damaged before I let go of my scythe, with a wave of my hand it disappeared back to the pocket dimension I keep it in then looked back at Clint as the tremors stopped. “Touch my things again and i will be wearing your guts like my mom’s pashmina.” I said to the thief before walking out of the room and disappeared down the hallway not giving the Gods a second glance. As I entered my room i could hear a silky voice ring out from the kitchen. “Well isnt she interesting.”

Part 2 coming soon

@nickkie1129