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Toy - Part 5: Insatiable

There was a lot going on in the room - so many sensations, each overwhelming in and of themselves, each vying for your limited attention.

There were so many things to watch, to hear, to feel - each worthy of your undivided concentration, each a vivid sight or sound or feeling that deserved to be seared into your memory.

But Im Nayeon cut through it all - and with no more than a gaze.

The sight of her alone - stark naked, her body clothed only with sweat and both male and female juices - was certainly enough to wrest anyone’s attention. But there was something else about her that went beyond her visual charms; an undeniable attraction that have her your full, undivided attention, even amidst the myriad of sensory distractions that filled the small hotel room.

She is lying on the bed, casually, almost relaxed - as if she were lounging around on a lazy Sunday afternoon. The other two occupants of the bed almost didn’t exist. Without breaking eye contact with you, she reaches out to stroke Momo’s hair, moving it out of the way of her pleasure-wracked face.

The Japanese woman’s equally naked, sweat and cum-stained body is mere inches away, legs folded against her chest, knees almost touching her shoulders as Buzz, kneeling over her, drills almost vertically into her slick pussy. It was a sexy, lewd sight, watching Momo being fucked so roughly - and yet your eyes remained locked on Nayeon’s.

There is a magnetism there. An undeniable, powerful pull.

The young Korean woman stands, leaves the bed and the two occupants fucking on it. She steps towards you, each step measured, slow, and graceful. You get a good look at the entirety of her body as she approaches.

The other occupants had parts of their bodies that one might consider better than those of Nayeon - Jihyo had larger breasts, Momo tighter abs, Sana longer, more shapely legs, Chaeyoung fuller, more alluring lips. But Nayeon possessed something none of the others did; a raw, powerful sexual energy that pervaded every inch of her. Her every action was arousing. Were she fully clothed and not dripping with sweat and bodily juices she would still be utterly sexual. But now, in this moment, she was sex made incarnate, a lustful creature wrapped up in a tight little body that seemed built for physical pleasure.

She steps past Woody, gives him no more attention than she would a fly on the wall. She barely notices the wild, frenzied movements of his hips as he stands next to the other bed in the room, thrusting hard into Sana’s pussy as he takes her from behind. The younger Japanese girl is a veritable mess on her hands and knees atop the bed, her hair pulled back by the harsh grip of Woody’s fist. Her eyes have rolled to the back of her head, and her tongue dangles out of her open mouth. Drool spills from her lips and down her chin, just another bodily fluid staining her perfect vanilla skin.

Woody lets go of Sana’s hair for a moment before reaching for her forearms and pulling back, lifting her upper body up. Her soft, round breasts and the stiff nipples atop them bounce wildly as she is fucked roughly. She screams. She trembles. She orgasms. Her fingers become claws, gripping at nothing in some vain attempt to ground herself amidst the pleasure overtaking her body.

The sounds are almost as overwhelming as the sights. Momo moans and sighs as she is filled again and again with cock. Sana shrieks and wails as her orgasm courses through her body. Their moans and the wet, squelching sounds of moist flesh meeting moist flesh, of hard, thick meat filling slick holes, fill the room. But you almost don’t hear any of it.

You see only Nayeon.

One would think that your sense of touch would be the one that could finally rip your attention from the young Korean woman approaching you. And you had to admit that for a moment you are ready to submit to the feeling of Chaeyoung’s tongue working its magic, as it already had more times than you could count, on your sore but quickly stiffening cock. Your eyes are locked on Nayeon, but you can still feel the younger Korean woman’s tongue as its tip traces a now-familiar path up your shaft, starting at the base of it and reaching its tip. You can almost feel Chaeyoung swallow the pussy juices and semen she has collected on her palette.

On the couch next to you, you can see Jihyo squirm in your peripheral vision. Mere seconds ago she was atop your lap, riding you fiercely, her large, bouncing tits pressed so tightly against your face you thought you’d die of asphyxiation - not that you would have minded in the slightest. They would have had to peel your dead body off her breasts, and they would have found you with a smile on your face.

Now she reaches out to stroke your arm, her body a jellied, boneless mess. Your fresh, warm semen leaks from her reddened, flushed, thoroughly-fucked pussy. Her breasts, sore and red with your sucking and fondling, heave with each breath she struggles to fill her lungs with. She is spent. Satisfied. She makes a mewling sound that is somewhere between a moan and a sigh. She wants to tell you how good you just were, how hot and sticky your cum feels inside her. But her lungs and her ability to turn thoughts into language fail her.

Nayeon is near, now. Jihyo no longer mattered. She barely even exists.

The older Korean woman fixates you with that gaze, that fierce, utterly sexual glare of hers that made you utterly helpless to do anything but stare right back. Her eyes travel your body, and you take the opportunity to do the same to hers.

Sweat drips from a glistening neck, although truth be told you were sure at least some of the liquids glistening on her upper chest was semen, given how Buzz had fucked her face mere minutes before. Her nipples, stiff atop perfectly round breasts, glisten with saliva - Momo’s or Buzz’s or whomever, you had no idea. Her abs, proud evidence of the work she’d been putting in at the pilates studio, are tight and firm, glistening with streaks of white cum, male or female - it didn’t matter.

You were sure, however, that at least part of the glistening trickle of liquids flowing down her creamy thighs was your semen. Despite being mere moments removed from Jihyo’s fierce ride, your memory was still infused with the sight of Nayeon on her hands and knees atop the bed, head turned, eyes searing into yours as she told you to fill her with cum even as the rest of the room watched and pleasured themselves to the sight of it.

Nayeon’s eyes finally reach the younger Korean woman between your spread legs. Throughout all this time Chaeyoung has been busy cleaning your shaft of your cum and Jihyo’s juices, perhaps readying it for her own turn with your cock - and it spoke to Nayeon’s hold over you that you barely even noticed.

“I want him again,” she says, voice clear, more of a demand than a statement.

Chaeyoung lets your cock pop out between her lips, earning a sigh from you as she does so. She looks up at Nayeon with a sharp look.

“Now,” Nayeon says, slight edge on her velvet voice.

Chaeyoung leaves her spot between your legs, albeit with more than a little reluctance. She shoots first you, then Nayeon with a look that might have been interpreted as anger - but unlike you Nayeon shows no sign of reaction to it. You weren’t sure she even noticed.

Nayeon climbs onto the couch, straddling you. She wastes no time. She reaches between you, grasps your slick, stiff cock, and slips it into her messy, dripping pussy.

You’d already filled her with a load at least once that night. And it was a large one, your cock and balls seemingly producing more cum than you thought you could. It felt like you were emptying your entire body inside her, filling her tight little pussy with rope after rope of thick, hot white semen. And it spoke to her energy, that raw, unfiltered sexual energy, that she was able to draw that much from you, much more than the other girls in the room had.

After you’d fucked her from behind atop the bed, Buzz and Woody had had a shot at her too, spitroasting her to the cheers and hollers of the other girls as they watched the oldest member of their group being fucked and taken from both ends until she receives two more loads - another in her already sloppy pussy, a third down her eagerly swallowing throat.

And so her pussy is wet and slick and sloppy, filled with at least two loads of cum, not to mention her own slick, sticky fluids.

But she is still the tightest pussy in the room.

She was like nothing else. You’d thought Chaeyoung was tight, but she almost paled in comparison to Nayeon. That her pussy was this tight after being fucked almost non-stop for the last hour and taking two loads of cum was incredible.

But it almost didn’t surprise you. Of course she was tight. Her body seemed made for it.

She rides you fiercely, hips and thighs and waist moving like liquid atop your lap, taking you in and out of her slick, dripping pussy at a rhythm that cared little for your comfort or pleasure. Her walls tighten around you. Her juices - and more than a little semen, either yours or Woody’s - drip from her opening, drenching your cock and occasionally flying from her body in heavy drops with each thrust you make into her pussy.

All you can do is hang on. All you can do is grip her firm, round thighs, and delight in the feel of the young woman fucking herself on your cock as she uses you like the toy you knew you were. All you can do is watch her - her tight, toned abs, her small, bouncing breasts, the perfect, creamy skin streaked here and there with cum or pussy juice or both - and her delicate, soft features as they twist and contort in pleasure each time she fills herself with you.

Elsewhere in the room Momo is almost screaming out an orgasm. You vaguely hear Woody tell Sana how close he was to cumming, and you hear something that sounded like a demand in reply from the younger Japanese woman.

But it all sounds far away, muted, muffled. When Nayeon begins to sigh, begins to moan, it is the only sound that you hear. When she begins to speak, it is all that exists.

“Fuck,” she hisses, the single word of profanity somehow more arousing, more lustful than the mid-orgasm shrieks of the two Japanese women having their brains fucked out mere feet away. “Fuck, you feel so good inside me.”

You sigh. You couldn’t possibly hope to give her anything nearing a verbal reply.

“You liked it, didn’t you? You liked being the first to fuck me tonight? You liked it when I picked you out of our three toys. You liked it when I sucked your cock, when you went down on my pussy, when I came hard on your cock like a good little girl while you fucked me from behind?”

You nod. It was all you could do.

“You liked treating the center of the nation’s girl group like a little fucktoy, a little slut with a tight pussy for you to cum inside, didn’t you?”

You nod.

“You liked watching me get spitroasted by two cocks, didn’t you? You liked watching that other boy fuck my sloppy pussy, knowing it was already filled with your cum? Watching that third boy fuck my mouth, knowing the taste of your cock was already on my tongue?”

You nod. Her pace quickens. She rides you harder, quicker.

“But you’re the toy now, aren’t you? I let you fuck me, but from now on I’m in charge. I’m fucking you. You’re the toy. Aren’t you?”

You nod. Her pussy tightens. Her walls constrict. Her words slur together, her tone becomes more desperate.

“No. No more nodding. Say it. Say you’re the toy.”

“I… I… I’m the toy!”

“Say you love fucking me. Say you love being inside me. Say you loved cumming inside me, that you loved watching those boys cum inside me. Say… Say you love Im Nayeon.”

“I-, I-...”

She grasps you by the head. Her hips don’t stop. She rides you until you near the brink.

“I-,... Nayeon, I…”

“Say it!”

“I love Im Nayeon!”

It is almost as if a trigger is pulled. Nayeon’s entire body seizes up, quivers and shakes violently atop you as her most powerful orgasm of the night courses through her body. Her torso becomes taut, her back arching and pushing her breasts up and out. Her pussy pulsates and squeezes, vice-like, around your cock. Her hands, still grasping your skull in a deathgrip, presses your face against her cleavage.

It is an absolute wonder that you didn’t cum there and then. A miracle.

It takes her a while to wind down from her peak. With a handful of hair she pulls your face up to watch hers. Those eyes bore into yours once more. She makes you watch as her orgasm runs its course, eyes locked on yours even as her pussy pulsates and quivers around your sensitive cock. It lasts only a few seconds, but the sheer intensity of those few seconds makes you weak.

When she is done, she bends to give you a kiss, one that is strangely passionate. Her lips, despite the use they’d been given by one or two cocks this evening, nonetheless taste like strawberries and honey and everything sweet.

She gets off your cock. You sigh in displeasure as her dripping pussy leaves you. She shoots both Chaeyoung and Jihyo a glare - the former stares back defiantly, while the latter can only hold her gaze for a moment before she looks away, apparently shown up by Nayeon’s display.

“It’s time,” Nayeon declares.

For the first time in awhile you are able to focus on the other occupants of the room. With her face down on the bed and her ass still up atop it, Sana made quite the sight - especially with a load of what you’d assumed to be Woody’s cum dripping slowly down her back.

Momo, equally, looked spent. She has made no effort to close her legs, lying atop her bed like a sack of boneless flesh. From your point of view you had a clear look between her flushed thighs, at the splayed lips of her recently semen filled pussy, and the thick drip of juices flowing from her opening and onto the bed.

Slowly, though, the two Japanese women drag their filthy, spent bodies off the beds. Whatever it was that Nayeon had planned, they knew what she meant, and knew that it likely required the space they occupied on the beds. Next to you, Jihyo stirs, evidently excited enough by what was about to happen to rouse herself from her post-sex stupor. Chaeyoung, evidently still bristling with annoyance from her seat on the floor, turns to watch Nayeon step to the center of the room.

You exchange glances with Buzz and Woody. The latter has the same clueless look on his face as was no doubt plastered on yours. The former is wearing a sly smirk - whatever it was that Nayeon had planned, it was obvious this wasn’t his first rodeo.

“You two new toys are probably wondering what this is about,” Nayeon says, calmly.

You and Woody nod. Buzz’s smirk widens.

“I had Pikachu first. That was one. Then I had you two at the same time. Two. What comes after two?”

As Woody answers “Three,” it dawns on you.

You’d had quite the eventful evening. You’d already cum twice. Sex with Nayeon and Jihyo - two of the most desired women on the face of the planet - would have surely been enough to tire anyone out.

But when Nayeon’s slick, tight body climbs onto the bed and she motions for the three of you to join her, your cock stirs once more.

The other occupants of the room begin to holler and cheer at the show they were about to witness. You’d thought they were rowdy and loud when you were pounding Nayeon alone in front of them, but this was at another level. Momo spanks Buzz’s ass as he gets up to go to the bed. Sana whistles. Jihyo says something about wrecking Nayeon’s holes, to the hoots and hollers of the other women in the room.

You join Buzz, Woody, and Nayeon atop the bed.

“He made me cum,” Nayeon says with a gesture towards you. “So he gets to pick which hole he wants.”

The young woman is on her knees atop the bed, hands on her thighs, dripping with sweat and semen and female juices. Sex emanates from every inch of her, an unmistakable aura of carnal lust that was irresistable, alluring and beguiling in a way no other woman was. As she waits for you to pick a hole she bites the tip of her right hand’s index finger. Her left hand drifts to her crotch, where she plays lazily with the slick, drenched flesh between her legs.

She is sex. There was no other way to describe her. Im Nayeon was sex.

Your answer tumbles from your mouth even before you knew you were saying them. You’d had her other holes already. There was only one place you wanted to fuck this goddess of sex, only one possible answer you could have given.

“I want your ass, Nayeon,” you say. The girl smiles a smile that would have been girlish and innocent in any other context, as though you’d just told her the exact words she’d been wanting to hear. After giving you another lustful look in a long line of lustful looks, she turns to Woody.

“And you?”

“I want your pussy, Nayeon!” Woody answers, with no small amount of jubilation. Evidently cumming once inside her wasn’t enough for him.

“I guess you get my mouth,” she says, turning to Buzz.

“Aww c’mon!” Buzz says with a groan. “I’ve already fucked your mouth. These two get all the good holes all the time!”

The girls in the room jeer Buzz as Woody, with notable enthusiasm, lies down on the bed. Nayeon straddles him, and you take up position behind her. Buzz, with more than a little reluctance, takes up a standing position next to Woody’s head. It spoke to the utter insanity of the situation that he was able to complain about being given another opportunity to fuck the face of the nation’s girl group - literally.

Nayeon slides onto Woody’s cock, letting a soft sigh escape her lips as she is filled, once again, with cock. She bends forward, placing her face level with Buzz’s waiting shaft. She grasps it with one hand - before turning around to face you.

“Fuck my ass.”

You grasp your cock, still slick and wet with her juices, and place it between the round cheeks of her ass. You reach out to grasp her firm butt, fingers digging into the soft skin, streaked here and there with miscellaneous clear, creamy fluids. You enjoy the sight of her pussy lips stretched tight around Woody’s cock, already leaking a combination of semen and her own juices onto its shaft. Your grip on her ass cheeks tightens at the sight of it.

Slowly, you pry the mounds open, revealing the tight, puckered asshole.

You bring your tip to her opening. Your cock is more than moist and slick enough. And from what you knew of her, she was more than ready, likely more than experienced.

“Fuck her already!” comes a shout - from Momo, who is on the couch with the others, impatient for the lewd show in front of them to begin.

“Fill the bitch with cock!” comes another - from Jihyo. She has taken Chaeyoung into her arms, where the younger Korean girl is playing lazily with her tits.

“Make her scream! Fill those holes with cum!” Sana adds, in a tone that would have seemed oddly cheerful and innocent were it not for the lewd content of her words.

You press the head of your cock against Nayeon’s ass. Slowly, you enter her body.

To say she was tight was an understatement - unlike her pussy, which seemed to welcome you into her, her ass seemed to fight against you, make you fight for every fraction of an inch that you slipped inside her.

But her body’s resistance made it all the more pleasurable. The feel of that tight ring of muscle gripping so intensely around your shaft as you enter her is almost enough to drive you insane with pleasure. When the head of your shaft finally pops entirely into her body you begin to feel the hard length of Woody’s shaft inside her pussy, divided from yours only by the thin walls of her body.

The lustful gasp of pleasure that escapes your lips in a breathless hiss is overpowered only by the lewd, downright erotic sound that leaves Nayeon’s throat. It is by far the most sexual sound you’d ever heard in your life. And it only raises in volume with every inch of your cock that fills her ass.

When it is over - and it takes a good minute or so, so intense is her tightness - and you are finally fully embedded balls deep inside her ass, Nayeon lets out a long breath of air, as though she had just finished some long marathon run. Her head droops between her shoulders.

She stays there for a moment, breathing heavily, getting used to having both of her lower holes so thoroughly stuffed with meat. But when she raises her head, the utterly sexual creature that was Im Nayeon returns with a vengeance. She pulls Buzz forward by the cock, bringing his tip to her lips.

“Fuck me,” she says, sternly, fiercely, powerfully - an order, a demand to be fulfilled, one that brooked no room for misinterpretation or dissent. It was a want. A need.

And so the three of you fuck her.

Woody is the first to move - already enthusiastic and eager with the thought of fucking her for the second time that night, he begins to thrust upward with his hips, his cock pushing in and out of Nayeon’s messy, slick pussy. Having already had two generous loads pumped inside her, her walls offer little resistance, although you knew from experience that it would do little to dampen her tightness.

The feel of Woody’s shaft moving inside Nayeon’s body is almost enough for you, and you are almost content just to sit there, hands tight on her ass cheeks, the tightness of her hole and the feel of the hard length rubbing against the underside of your cock almost enough to drive you to orgasm all on its own.

But the sheer insanity of the situation - being balls deep inside the center of the nation’s girl group, a woman adored by millions across the world, a woman you’d spent more than one lonely night fantasizing about - it was so crazy, so utterly incomprehensible that you couldn’t just sit there. You had to act. You had to take advantage.

And so you begin to fuck her ass, slowly at first, moving only fractions of an inch at a time. You savor the way the tight ring of her entrance grasps your cock so tightly, so fully. It squeezes the base of your shaft, where all the sensitive spots were. Every movement sends intense spikes of pleasure up and down your spine. It’s almost overwhelming.

In your peripheral vision you can see Nayeon’s head begin to bob up and down on Buzz’s cock, but it seems far away and distant. The pleasure emanating from your crotch with every thrust into her ass overwhelms the rest of your senses. All you can focus on is your hands on her butt, the delightful curve of her moist, sweaty back, and the sight of your shaft as it plunges again and again into her ass.

Nayeon is only able to let out a gurgled moan around a mouth filled with cock, but thankfully the others are more than willing to add a soundtrack of their own to the perverse show playing out in front of them.

Momo whistles as though she were at some sporting event and she were cheering on her favorite team. Jihyo orders Woody to pound Nayeon’s pussy a little harder, tells you to ream her ass, jeers at Buzz to fuck the woman’s face. Sana is the loudest, shouting such obscenities that you had trouble reconciling the filth leaving her mouth with the bright, cheerful young woman she so often portrayed in the media.

Only Chaeyoung is silent, although it wasn’t until later that you found out why.

But for now their hooting and hollering seems far away and distant. You are too intensely focused on the sheer pleasure you are taking from Im Nayeon’s body - from the feel of her ass as you begin to truly pound it, to the sight of her as she is taken by three men in three holes.

You savor every thrust and the spike of pleasure it brings. You savor the sight of her curved, arched back, sweat dripping freely down the curve of her spine. You savor the knowledge that you were balls deep inside the ass of one of the most beautiful women on Earth as she is fucked and ravaged by three cocks.

You settle into a rhythm with Woody - when his cock exits Nayeon’s pussy you take the opportunity to thrust inside her ass, and vice versa. The timed thrusting of your cocks creates a delicious friction inside her walls as your cocks rub up against each other with each entry and exit. Combined with the girl’s ridiculous tightness - how she was still so tight after having been fucked almost non-stop for the past couple of hours and been filled with at least two loads of cum was beyond you - it formed a heady, toxic mix of pleasure that made you dizzy, lightheaded, barely able to concentrate on anything more than simply thrusting in and out, in and out, finding more and more pleasure to sate an insatiable thirst for more of this young woman’s body.

Soon Buzz catches on, noticing that your thrusts were pushing Nayeon forward - and onto his cock. Being a musician himself he is well aware of the importance of timing, and he bends his musical training to a perverse end as he times his thrusts into Nayeon’s mouth to coincide with every time she is pushed forward by the thrusts into her pussy and ass.

Before you know it the three of you have settled into a perfect rhythm, cocks pumping in and out of Im Nayeon’s ass, pussy, and mouth with a timing that was as equally impressive as it was intensely perverse, and lewd, and obscene.

It spoke to Nayeon’s composure - and, perhaps, her insatiable appetite for sex - that she manages to remain at least partially coherent throughout the whole ordeal. She continues to pump Buzz’s cock with her hand around his shaft. She squeezes the walls of her pussy and ass around both you and Woody. She was more than simply remaining composure - she was getting off on it, thriving on it, inhaling it into herself like some drug that she could never get enough of.

Because truth be told, she loved it. She loved knowing she was the center of attention. She loved the adoration of her fans, loved the way they fawned over her and doted on her every action. She loved being flirted with, being flattered, being praised, being treated like the princess or queen or goddess she knew she was. She loved adoration, craved it in whatever form she could get.

And there was no higher expression of adoration, to Im Nayeon, than the physical, the carnal, the sexual. Being adored by a man during sex was good. Being adored by three men, at the same time, whilst others watched and cheered the obscene sex show playing out in front of them - it was sublime.

She tightens, she quivers, and soon enough, she orgasms the strongest orgasm of her night.

Her entire body shakes - just as it did when you were taking her from behind, just as it did when she was riding you. Her holes tighten and pulsate involuntarily, drawing out gasps from yourself and Woody. The gasps and moans that leave her throat must have sent equally pleasurable vibrations through Buzz’s cock as well, judging by the long, low moan that leaves his lips.

It must have been the final straw for the young man, because Buzz is the first to admit how close he was to orgasm - with shame and embarrassment plain in his voice. Jihyo and the others jeer at him, but really, who could blame him? Who could last long in this situation, especially from his perfect point of view, with his cock pumping the mouth of a beautiful, young, orgasming woman while two men take her from her other end? He and Woody had spitroasted Nayeon earlier in the night - but the addition of a third man brought the experience to a whole other level entirely, knowing that her tight little body was being used to even further lengths.

Woody admits he is close too, perhaps with some measure of thankfulness that Buzz was in the same predicament and he wasn’t the only one near orgasm. His grunts - and he was by far the loudest of the three of you - increase in volume. He wasn’t shy to vocalize his pleasure, and the rising volume of his wild grunts and moans indicate that he wasn’t far off from his peak.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” you say, joining the other two in admitting your proximity to orgasm. It wasn’t long since you’d entered her - perhaps five, ten minutes at the max, you couldn’t be sure. You’d taken Nayeon from behind and you’d had Jihyo ride you just minutes before, but even then you’d at least been cognizant of the passage of time. Not so now. It felt like forever. You wanted it to last forever. You wanted to be frozen in time, balls deep inside Im Nayeon’s slick, wet, messy, cock-filled body.

“Cum inside me, all of you!” Nayeon spits, drool and pre-cum flying from her lips as she lets Buzz’s cock slip from her mouth. “Fill me. Tell me how much you love it. Tell me how much you love my body!”

“I fucking love your mouth, Nayeon,” Buzz spits as Nayeon takes him back between her lips, “I love your perfect lips and oh, fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum down your fucking throat.”

“Your pussy’s too tight,” Woody says, the words half-moan, half-sigh. “I’m gonna fill you up again, gonna fill you with more cum!”

“I’m gonna cum inside your ass, Nayeon,” you add, the words tumbling from your mouth in a slurred mess, as you are barely able to form words. “I’m gonna fucking fill up this perfect, tight little ass with my cum.”

“Do it!” Nayeon shrieks, letting Buzz’s cock slip out of her mouth for a moment. “Do it, do it, fucking do it, cum inside me, fill all my holes, fill my body with your cum, oh, oh fuck, oh my god, oh!”

Nayeon orgasms again, the mere idea of being filled with cum for a third time that night - and this time, in all of her openings, at the same time - being too much for even her considerable composure to handle. She cums hard, and almost at the same time, the three cocks fucking her young, tight body do the same.

Down her wet, constricting throat, into her messy, sloppy pussy, and deep into the tight, hot confines of her ass, Im Nayeon is filled with rope after rope of thick, hot semen. It fills her, splashes in wet spurts against her already wet, drenched walls, leaving her already saturated orifices sticky and sloppy and drenched.

The world becomes an overwhelming assault on your senses. Just as before, the sights and sounds are easy to become lost in - the sight of Buzz as he grips Nayeon’s skull and throws his head back as his cock pumps her throat full of cum, the sounds of the girls half-cheering, half-moaning as some or all of them pleasure themselves to the sight of their oldest member being fucked into oblivion, the feel of Nayeon’s ass constricting so tightly around your ass it’s almost painful as you spurt rope after rope of creamy cum into her hot, clenching rectum - it is all too much.

The seconds afterward become a blur. You are barely cognizant of Nayeon’s body slumping forward, your cock finally slipping from her thorougly-fucked ass as her seemingly boundless reserves of energy finally give out. She falls atop Woody, still impaled on his cock, a boneless mess of wet, dripping flesh. Buzz falls right over on the bed. You sit on your haunches, unable to do more than simply watch as Nayeon’s ass, pussy and mouth drip thick, hot semen in a messy, creamy stream.

Somewhere along the way the world becomes a mess of warm, naked, wet flesh as the girls finally decide to call it a night, each claiming a piece of bed or couch to sleep on. Buzz, finally giving up on receiving any sort of affection from Jihyo, passes out with his head atop Sana’s full hips. Momo and Jihyo decide to make a beautiful, erotic sandwich on the couch, large breasts mashed against each other as they embrace and drift off to sleep in each others’ arms.

Chaeyoung gets up from the couch and makes for the bathroom. She gives you a slim smile as she does so, although the smile lacks the brightness and enthusiasm you’d long associated with the young, small girl. You want to say something to her, but you lack the energy to do much more than simply lie atop the bed as Nayeon snuggles up next to you, taking your arm and draping it over herself like a blanket.

Drool and semen drip from the corner of her mouth. The last thing you are aware of before you drift off to sleep is the content smile on her wet lips.

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The light coming in from the window is almost painful.

But slowly you adjust to its bright rays, rubbing your eyes in a vain attempt to wipe the sleep from them. Your body is sore all over, slick with juices and dried sweat. You groan as you raise yourself to a seated position, slowly untangling yourself from the arm and leg that Nayeon had draped over you during the night.

Around you is a sight with more visual perversity than you thought you’d ever see in your entire life. Perfect, naked bodies, each one a body you’d adored from a far along with many other thousands or millions of men - each just lying there, sleeping the exhaustion from a long night of debauchery away. The room smells dank, of sweat and sex - but the knowledge that you’d been an active participant in it dampened any repulsion towards the smell that you may have had.

“Come have some water,” comes a soft voice from the direction of the bathroom. Standing in the room’s small foyer is Chaeyoung, a bathrobe draped loosely over her shoulders, having evidently just stepped out of the shower. The bathrobe remains open and untied, the young woman’s small breasts and naked, shaved mound open for all to see.

It spoke of the sheer insanity of the past few days that seeing one of your favorite idols near naked, with her body on almost full display, seemed to have become a normal thing. Half of her group, after all, lay naked in various places around you. That the bathrobe around her shoulders made her the most modest person in the room said a lot about what the past few days were like.

You gingerly leave the bed to approach Chaeyoung, who holds out a cold bottle of water for you. You eagerly take a couple of much needed gulps, but when you finish rehydrating yourself you are immediately aware of the intense stare the young woman has begun to fixate you with.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, recapping the bottle. Chaeyoung doesn’t answer - she only grabs you by the wrist and leads you into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She moves to lean against the bathroom sink, crossing her arms beneath her small, round little tits.

“Tell me who you belong to,” Chaeyoung hisses, an edge in her voice. “Tell me whose toy you are.”

“Chaeyoung,” you reply, taken a little aback by the intensity in her voice. “Is this about Nayeon? Because-”

Chaeyoung silences you by grabbing your shaft by the base. Her eyes bore into yours with an intensity you’d not seen before as she begins to pump the semi-stiff morning erection she finds there.

“Geez, Chaeyoung,” you hiss, as the young woman begins to pump your cock with her small fist. You step forward to place your hands atop the sink, pinning the small girl between you and the countertop.

“Tell me!” she hisses into your ear. “Tell me you’re my toy. Tell me this cock is mine, and no one else’s.”

“It, it’s yours!” you spit. “I’m your toy. My cock belongs to you.”

You are fully erect now. Your cock, while sore and spent from the previous night’s events, nonetheless responds quickly to the rough, almost angry pumps of Chaeyoung’s closed fist.

“Good,” Chaeyoung replies, her features finally softening slightly at your admission. She lets the bathrobe slip from her shoulders to pool at her feet. “Then fuck me with it. I didn’t get any of your cum last night, and it pisses me off. I want it hard. I want it fast. And I want my pussy pumped with just as much cum as you gave that slut.”

The young woman turns to face the mirror, a look of intensity in her eyes. She pushes her ass back toward you, sandwiching your aching cock between her round, full cheeks.

In the mirror you watch her face as you slip your cock between the lips of her pussy and slip inside her, finding her hot tunnel wet and ready. You watch her reflection intently as you fuck her. Her small tits and the pierced nipples atop them bounce and quiver with each thrust into her tight little body.

The apparent anger Chaeyoung held towards Nayeon’s actions the night before linger in your mind, even as you fuck the mewling young woman roughly against the sink. The idea of two members being upset or pissed off at each other had never once occurred to you - they always seemed so tight-knit, almost sisterly. Clearly there was some deep-rooted anger there, a conflict bubbling just below the surface.

It might have worried others. But not you. As you reach forward to grab a handful of Chaeyoung’s hair, giving it a sharp yank as you fuck her tight, wet pussy even harder - you couldn’t help but be turned on by the idea of the two women fighting over your cock.

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Author’s Note: lol 15 pages of PWP filth. A nice change from the emotional and sappy BT ending lol, but I do have another more fluffy piece in the works after this one for those of you looking for something less filthy lol.

A much belated happy holidays and happy new year to everyone. I’m not completely back yet, at least not to the same level I used to be - I’ve been enjoying my little break from tumblr, tbh. I’ve learned to enjoy not leaning on the numbers of likes and follows as some sort of self-validation, lol, and it’s been great for my mental health. So I’ll still be chipping in with some work or some Nayeon Thirst Posts (™) here and there… but not to the same level as before. Asks are always welcome and appreciated, though!

Finally, thanks for reading and for the support, you absolute legends. Keep being legendary. <3

#twice #nayeon #im nayeon

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comfortwriting · 3 years

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Maniac - G.W

George Weasley x Reader one shot/imagine inspired by the song ‘Maniac’ by Michael Sembello

About: George admires his crush (the reader) flourish as she discovers who she is and what she wants as she recovers from the toxic, abusive relationship she’s broken free from, her life takes a very interesting turn.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of physical and emotional abuse, partying.

This time last year you thought you found the love of life, despite all the warnings you collected from other girls in the above years - you ignored them and followed your heart. At first, he was kind, romantic, very chivalrous, especially in front of said friends and family; but behind closed doors he became a monster.

George Weasley, your close friend fell for you the very moment he laid eyes on you. He too warned you about the guy you were seeing, but you didn’t want to believe it “he isn’t like that” you defended him.

Within months your relationship turned sour, you weren’t the same girl anymore, your lover - this monster - had complete control over you. He picked what you could and couldn’t wear, eat and study, he chose who you could and couldn’t be friends with and if you were to go against him you would turn up to class the next morning covered in bruises. The abuse got so bad you had to wear layers under your robes, you were never around for meal times and for lack of a better word,

George felt like he was losing you.

He tried confronting your partner but there was little to no proof that he was the one responsible - after all, the monster pulled the wool over your eyes with his lies, he could do the same with everyone else and use magic if he felt at risk of exposure.

You were failing all of your classes, losing friends, your hair dropping out, your weight plummeting but worst of all, George didn’t look at you the same anymore; his eyes usually flickered on like Christmas lights - but when he looked at you during the worst time of your life, his eyes didn’t light up, they screamed at you, begging to break free.

Exactly one year later you gathered all the courage you had stored inside of you and it burst out like a balloon filled with too much air, you weren’t afraid of him anymore, you weren’t afraid of anyone, you wouldn’t be controlled anymore not by him or anyone, you would be living YOUR life the way YOU want; no matter what other people have to say or think.

Returning to Hogwarts without the presence of the monster, everyone's jaws dropped but not as big as the boy who always longed for you; George.

The lights that went out of those beautiful eyes of his lit up for the first time in so long but now they were as bright as the moon on a dark and cold winters night, illuminating the sky.

Cat-walking through the great hall to join the first great feast everyone turned their heads following you.

Your hair now long, thick and silky reached your lower back swaying with every move. You weren’t withering away anymore, your cheeks now filled with colour and there wasn’t a bruise in sight on your body. You smirked at the lads gaping at your skirt length but you took the compliment - you finally realised your worth and you wanted to flaunt it. You were the dove in a room full of crows.

Just a steel town girl on a Saturday night Lookin' for the fight of her life In the real-time world no one sees her at all They all say she's crazy

“Where's y/n?” George asked a few familiar faces sat at the Gryffindor table.

“Don’t know” his friend Lee Jordan replied, smirking “she went out last night to Hogsmeade all dressed up, she’s probably still partying!”

“She’s mental that one” Ron chipped in, earning a glare from George.

Speaking of the devil you strolled up to the table sitting down next to George, he could smell the booze on your breath but didn’t say anything.

“What's up guys?” you smiled brightly fighting sleep, drinking Harry’s pumpkin juice.

Fred gave George an amusing look “Where have you been all night?” he asked.

You had got yourself dolled up for a house party in Hogsmeade someone was throwing, you didn’t know who but you wanted to go wild and have fun after being unable to mutter a word to your friends or even step foot in that area for a year, you wanted to take the bull by its horns.

George watched you, star struck by your presence. Your long hair tied up in a high but messy pony tail, your tight fitting velvet emerald dress (more than enough to impress the most uptight Slytherins) outlining the best your body before it’s length ended at your mid thigh. You put on crimson red lipstick and blushed, spotting George taking you in through his reflection the mirror.

Arriving to the small house in Hogsmeade you shared drinks with the strangers, dancing and having a laugh playing the most ridiculous drinking games they learnt from Muggles at a pub in London. You crashed out on the sofa and awoke just before breakfast, you took off your high heels and ran as fast as you could to freshen yourself up before class.

“I went out” you breathed out, wiping the pumpkin juice from your lips with your sleeve “thanks Harry!” you smiled at him, putting the glass down and running off to your first class.

George sat there speechless, amazed at your transformation and happiness.

Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart Changing movement into light She has danced into the danger zone When the dancer becomes the dance

You took your new found freedom with you everywhere, you felt on top of the world and capable of anything. You were over achieving in all the classes you previously failed, causing Snape for the first time in his teaching career to award Gryffindor House points.

When you weren’t in class or studying in the library being followed by a swarm of fan boys and girls, you were always in Hogsmeade; attending house parties or going to the pub with a group of eager college boys.

George felt jealous of the attention you were giving these boys but he didn’t utter a word, no matter who you were with or what you were doing, as long as you were happy and safe that’s all that mattered to him.

You were upbeat and incredibly impulsive, professors often joking that if they poked you hard enough you would burst out into confetti stars.

Fred and George took advantage of your new found energy when it came to pulling pranks and inventing items for their business, you had managed to upstage them and somehow even outdo them on a handful of pranks, George felt amazed that after all this time someone was so close to stealing his and Fred’s thunder.

However, with all of this madness and adrenalin chasing you, strapped under your belt you started being followed by consequences. You were spinning out of control but you were happy, you were starting to get incredibly intoxicated on your freedom.

It can cut you like a knife, if the gift becomes the fire On a wire between will and what will be

Minding your business on the Quidditch pitch watching George practice, sporting your blackeye from the night before you heard a familiar screech yell out from below. “There's that bitch who snogged your lad last night!”

You went to yet another house party, stupid on your part as it was a Sunday and you were itching towards your exams. You noticed that these so called ‘fan girls’ you gained had turned nasty, since your flourishing they weren’t able to get dates.

You accidentally had everyone, both men and women wanting a piece of you; but a group of girls from Slytherin and Ravenclaw surprisingly fused together, vowing to bring you down.

You drank way too much with a college guy who had ginger hair, you thought it was George and you made a move on him - you believed he was single because that's what he told you; he lied.

His girlfriend, a Ravenclaw paid a girl in Slytherin to follow you, to see how you were able to gain such a following, she became furious when she realised no magic spell or potion had been used - people liked you for you.

Catching you kissing him gave her just what she needed to cause your fall from grace, storming into the pub she pulled you off him and punched you, you were too drunk and embarrassed to stand your ground then but now you were waiting.

“Oh fuck off will you!” You yelled down at them, you stood up from the stands and walked down, pushing past them.

The group of girls followed you, the Ravenclaw getting closer grabbed you by your hood, smacking you around the head repeatedly. “Don’t you ever go near him again!”

George could see the commotion and flew beside you and dismounting his broom “what the fuck is going on? Bore off!” he yelled at the girls, pulling you away from them.

“He told me he was single!” you screamed at her “and I thought he was someone else!”

“You dirty liar!” she screamed back, turning to George staring him down “she’s turned into what wrecked her in the first place, stay away from her!”

She's a maniac, maniac on the floor And she's dancing like she's never danced before She's a maniac, maniac on the floor And she's dancing like she's never danced before

“I’m telling the truth George, I promise.” You sighed laying back on his bed, waving your wand in the air.

George stared at you, your face now bruised more than the previous night. “I believe you but...” he sighed trying to find the best way to word what he wanted to say “you need to be careful, I don’t want you to keep getting hurt”

You closed your eyes trying to hide your tear filled eyes, the dorm rooms door swung open and Fred burst in excitedly “Y/N I need your help, wait until you see this!”

Your mood instantly lifting you bolted up and jumped out of bed, following Fred. George stayed still and rubbed his face with his hands, having no choice but to follow the two of you.

On the ice-blue line of insanity is a place most never see It's a hard-won place of mystery touch it, but can't hold it You work all your life for that Moment in time, it could come or pass you by It's a push-shove world, but there's always a chance If the hunger stays the night

“What do you mean I’m not right for the job?” you questioned the interviewer, his eyes focused on the paper in front of him “I want to see what that says!��

The academic part of your life came to a close, finishing with perfect grades you were job hunting - each and every time you were able to make an outstanding first impression and you were even hired on the spot. Within days and weeks before you started your new job you received letters of regret informing you that after second thoughts you weren't suitable for the job.

“It’s confidential information, I cannot do that.” The man replied firmly.

You shook your head at him “Not if it involves me” quickly snatching the paper from his desk, before he could retrieve it you read the recorded information about you that had been documented, breaking your heart.

You burst through the shop door and stormed upstairs to find your boyfriend George, your face red and hot, tears spilling down your tender cheeks.

“What's the matter sweetheart?” he asked upon your arrival, his face dropping at the sight of your distress.

“Those bitches lied!” you cried out “They’ve lied to everyone, they’ve ruined every possible chance I have at succeeding in life!”

George dropped his pen, putting a hold on his tax filing he got up out of his chair and brought you into his arms, he looked confused at your statement.

“I can’t get hired anywhere because those girls from Slytherin and Ravenclaw lied, they managed to get Rita Skeeter to write about me, contacting everywhere in the area I applied to, telling the owners that it would be irresponsible and a irreversible mistake if they were to hire me!” you were hyperventilating beyond control, choking on your tears “they’ve painted a picture of me that doesn’t exist, George! That I’m a threat, a danger to myself and others, making it out like my past defines me for who I am now!”

There's a cold kinetic heat, struggling, stretching for the beat Never stopping with her head against the wind

You stared at your paintings hanging on the wall at your local art show, ones of George on his broom, others of all the creatures Hagrid raised. After failing at being hireable, George encouraged you to find something you were passionate about, to run with it and earn money from it. So you took up painting and added a bit of magic to impress the muggles more than those with talent you believed you couldn’t compete against.

George smiled at you through the window and nodded as a rich muggle lady walked past, stopping in her tracks as she eyed up the painting of the Cornish pixies mid air showing off their mischievous grins.

“How extraordinary” she beamed up at your art, the pixies beady eyes twinkling at her. “How much?” she asked “my son will love this!”

You scratched the back of your head, forgetting that muggles didn’t have the same currency and you weren’t exactly the best with pounds and pennies.

“Uh-” you stuttered, until the lady cut you off, noticing your other paintings.

The one of George made her laugh and Buckbeak took her breath away, shaking her head in disbelief “I’ve never seen such magnificent works of art in my life... forget how much, I’ll buy them all!”

She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know And she's dancing like she's never danced before She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know And she's dancing like she's never danced before

Walking out of the art show you felt your heart skip beats, running towards George you jumped into his arms. “She bought the whole lot!” You squealed.

George spun you around in his arms, cheering for you with all his pride. “You’ve bloody done it, darling!”

The two of you celebrated with the rest of the Weasleys over family dinner at the burrow, Arthur fascinated by the rich muggles and what they spend their money on and Fred begging you to paint him for your next piece.

After finishing the celebrations George took you out for a night stroll under the stars, the two of you swinging your laced hands with every step. He stopped under the moon, it’s bright light beaming down on the two of you as if you were in the spotlight on a large stage.

Getting down on one knee George pulled out a small wooden box branded with Weasleys Wizard Wheezes on the front, you chuckled thinking he was going to pull out a magic ring to trap his and your fingers so you couldn’t part.

Upon opening the box George pulled out an incredibly sparkly and flawless amber ring which matched his beautiful hair, you realised that this wasn’t a new wacky invention or a perfectly plotted prank.

“Y/N, from the moment I first saw you on the Hogwarts Express I fell for you and over the years my love for you has only bloomed all the more... will you marry me?”

It can cut you like a knife, if the gift becomes the fire On a wire between will and what will be

You scowled down at the negative pregnancy test in your hands and threw it into the bin adding to the collection of negative tests you had accumulated over the years since your wedding night.

You fell to the floor and shook your head feeling frustrated and cheated, your husband George walked into the bathroom and frowned at you with sympathy knowing what the outcome was.

“I’m so sorry” you cried.

George sat down next to you and held you hand, kissing it softly. “We’re in this together Y/N, okay?”

You nodded and wiped your tears, letting out a shaky breath “yeah, we are.”

She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know (I sure know) And she's dancing like she's never danced before She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know And she's dancing like she's never danced before

You heard a massive thud above you, followed by a scream next door. Feeling annoyed you snapped your fingers, your paint brush and palette hovering in the air.

“Georgina, get down here right now!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, your husband George laughing behind you “don’t encourage her!” you scolded him.

Your daughter with curly ginger hair and a cheeky grin just like her fathers thundered down the stairs, pulling out an earphone.

“What?” she asked sheepishly, sending a look to her father causing him to laugh.

“All because your brother has moved out it doesn’t mean his room is your magic practice room!” you told her off “this is the third time this week you’ve frightened next door, you’ll get expelled from Hogwarts before you’ve even started!”

Your youngest of four put her hands up in defence “okay, okay, I’m sorry” she smirked, giving her dad a thumbs up before running back upstairs.

You shook your head but laughed, walking over to your husband who stood against the kitchen worktops with a brew in his hand. You hugged him and kissed his cheek. “I can’t believe this is my life” you muttered, pulling away and going back to painting your brother in law, Fred.

Maniac, maniac, I sure know And she's dancing like she's never danced before She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know (I sure know) And she's dancing like she's never danced before

#george weasley #george wealsey x reader #george wealsey imagine #fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #HP #harry potter #hogwarts #Weasley #fred weasley #imagines #one shots #weasley x reader #weasley x you

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luminous-shifting-vibes · 3 years

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*sequel* to actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

once again, it's out of context because x1000 funnier

also x1000 longer than previous post

"ur satan is gnc af"

"Bestie I’m already having gender envy over a fucking demon please"

"O_O ODEPIJHFbavevisdpvfhzdcnjawedsidjksjdkoeirjfmkdsoeirujdksodifjndmksoidfjdksidfj ITS" NOT IN MY FRAFTS IS SPEDNT 1 hour PN THAT SHIT"

"AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"ohoho sexy"

"I am very proud of myself"

"himbo x edgy fuck"

"YOU COULD SQUISH HES CHEECKS"

"he has teefs"

"SQUASH"

"good for biting 📷"

"he's a himbo basically"

"B͂̒̄iͫ̍̈tͧ̓ͯè̄̇"

"bifth"

"i havent watched blue exorcist in years but mr okumura my beloved </3"

"MY LIFE QUESTIONS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED"

"is it important information to mention that the person i put up for my turn is the son of satan" "I know like 1 thing about everyone who isnt ranboo lmfao"

"crimes"

"tumblr sexyman"

"idk why but my first thought was cowboy onceler"

"I vibe with him but he is very long and twisty"

"steampunk e-girl"

"steampunk tumblr sexyman"

"Canonically bi crimelord I agree!!"

"OOO FRIEND SHAPED"

"ARTIST SIGHTED"

"they look like someone i would want to be friends with but is way cooler than me so i'd never actually talk to them"

"babby..... would die for him"

"honestly i probably kin him"

"i'm sure he's lovely but he looks way too much like my ex i'm sorry-"

"i'd be down for another rotation! i have another twink to show y'all"

"Also :00 blonde friend"

"Let us all infodhmo"

"Hsjagdvbs shhh im on phone"

"Nix woukd you like to joon?

"skitters away"

"I have two braincells and they both drink dumb bitch juice"

"oof wait whats the order again i have 0 memory"

"i want to bond with him over cosplay-"

"Awkwardly watches in band kid"

"One day I'm gonna a broadway star"

"which isnt to say they were bad. they were just fortnite dancing during rehersals"

"I threw it so hard my glasses flew off and slid under the stage right divider"

"anyway heres my boi"

"emo"

"haha emo"

"virgil sanders kinnie"

"he looks like he listens to my chemical panic at the fallout boy"

"Bro I bet he'd kick my ass with his deck"

"bird man my beloved"

"fuck i had so much to say and then i forgot it all"

"Birds!!"

"guiguhuh"

"crabrave"

"She sounds like someone I would end up stealing her personality"

"yess name collector gang"

"alias glass aiden haven absinthe fish brick rice"

"But I have Cypress, Remure, Genesis, Lemres, and Comet"

"And she's named after a mars candy bar bc alien"

"Hey, if plato went by plato, you can be king thief"

"im not dissing my gramma like that shfojd"

"My dad has seven legal names" "bitches be like *looks at fictional character* *steals their name* it's us we're bithces"

"coraline lowkey traumatized me but i adore it regardless"

"mmmmmm magic man :]"

"°0° green man"

"criminal (affectionate)"

"he would shoplift a candy bar from walmart and then brag to all of his friends about the sick stealing he did"

"despite the fact he's canonically been capable of overpowering a minor deity"

"i would commit so many crimes for him"

"Very babey"

"Yes please tell green man he is very pog"

"he also keeps a lot of dumb secrets"

"but I will sorely miss the chaos and energy of this here chat until I wake again" (by request XD)

"i just say words and if they're funny then they're funny"

"* or extremly chaotic either works"

"at this point we are just taking turns rambling"

"oH--"

"bc my brain has a schedule"

"Hopefully they have gyoza there or I will lose my mind"

"hehe yes spooky man"

"my ghost glucose guardian"

"the head of the undead group that lives there, and we end up dating. (yes I date a ghost, no I will not be taking constructive criticism /lh)"

"ghosts r just inherently sexy"

"i mean im becoming a squid thing so"

"Raven quirk raven quirk!!"

"ł â m p"

"łæmp"

"mothman: ooh lamp you look very nice today! do you come here often? mothman: wait shit no"

"I'd date a ghost"

"mine is still accurate, i am still sobbing (/j)"

"p e e p e e"

""@nick wilde is a tumblr sexyman" is the best thing i have ever seen"

"im sorry im cackling like a dying hyena"

"you're all 12 year olds"

"PEENIE"

"He once caused global warming on accident so he could get a tan"

"god, what a himbo. i love him"

"that reminds me of my friends kin assigned me jesus"

"Man outside of battle be like: princely crying but then in battle hes like: "CATACLYSM! DISASTER! DEVASTATION!" Chill out man"

"Every time I talk about satan it never fails to shock people it's my favorite thing to do"

"im kin assigning him roman sanders" ""Oh yeah he caused global warming because he wanted to get girls" "he what""

"oh damn i forgot satan was straight"

"twink appreciation club"

"give us the twinks"

"my first thought was bottom-"

"so many people to try and get his dad to love him"

"daddy issued"

"OH MY GOD ITS WILBUR"

"Big boy but"

"anyways janus is swagggg"

"........................."

"gib twink"

"give twink then i will share"

"holds him gentle like hamburger"

"This dumb bitch opened a book that said "do not open" and got possessed by a little bastard"

"he is. fragile creachur"

"klug is beauty klug is grace i would let him step on my face"

"If I'm playing swap and I have to hear one more "Pwanet Powew" Im gonna lose it"

"Who is to blame? Pandora or the box?"

"Bakugo isnt my type but I respect the drip"

"i say like my type isnt long-haired pretty boys and girls that look so gnc that people have a history of confusing them for men"

"hes a gremlin and i can appreciate a pretty gremlin"

"that is to say i am attracted to VFlower vocaloid. This is a confession."

"note i am a lesbian"

"You may like Schezo wegey"

"why does he have one single expression"

"soul soul eater passes the vibe check"

"magic wand"

"I Want To Hold His Hand"

"i would commit a war crime for him any war crime idc which one"

"my favorite one is when he sounded rlly gay because he said "Muscular bodies keep me satisfied""

"p e a n u t"

"Klug is a homophobic homosexual its just facts"

"grug from the croods is peak male performance"

"jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair Ahem, you look very lovely."

"tag yourself im the fireworks shooting from the top of the head"

"i like essays"

"central time gang"

"11:11 pog-" (wait... is that a suprise angel number?? yes it is lovelies just for you <3)

"Then again im also a dumbass bitch who wonders what the souls in soul eater taste like. SERIOUSLY THOUGH. THEY LOOK TASTY AS HELL!!!! LIKE GODDAMN BRO YOU'RE MAKING ME FUCKING HUNGRY. Like. that shit- it's Bone Apple motherfucking Teeth. hell yea my guy. Im hongy now.... shlorp I'm seriously considering this. Like. They seem kinda like a liquid? But a solid? Are they like jello? The fuck they taste like my guy???? I keep imagining they're like sour, like sour candy maybe? Or do they taste salty? Sweet? Maybe some combo of two? Do they even have a taste or is it about the texture? The sensation? God my mouth is watering what the hell. I am starving. I think I need to go get a cookie. I'm gonna go get a cookie. Brb. I'm better. I'm still craving souls though. Which is a weird-ass cringey thing to say but I'm being dead-ass rn. They just.... look tasty???? And I wanna eat one. Thus. I am shifting to Soul Eater for the express purpose of satisfying my fucking cravings. enjoy"

"points were made"

"jello? more like helloooo schloooAHFJDSDAIDWNALDHSJKDAIDANDM"

"WAIT I THINK I HAVE AN ANIME GIRL BITING VIDEO TOO"

"anime girl voice: mmm! mm... ahhhhmp!! mmm, mmm... aaahmp!"

"i think it sounds great i'm going to start eating like that"

"several people are typing"

"do these look edible to you"

"forbidden gummies"

"when I was on lsd I couldn't eat my fruit gummies because I thought they were alive because they had little faces on them"

"oh shit yeah don't do drugs"

"anyways general consensus is puyos are edible, ty for your input everyone"

"everypony is a word so powerful it can bring nations to its knees"

"pls the self control it's taking me not to say "hewwo everypony" in gen chat when someone new joins-"

"hewwo evewrypony uwu deaw cewestia i hopwe it doewsnt wain owo"

"ive cooked up a sowution wiwth the knowwege ive acwued. they say a kitcwen time saves niwne, but im just savwing two. Ive gathewwed the inwedients to make a time sowbet. Thewe's hawdly woom fow seconds when the seconds mewt away."

"I had a ten year old sister... you know what happened to her??? very sad, very tragic... she turned eleven....."

"NIIICE"

"Guts dont say the secks word :( /j"

"watch your fucking language in front of the president"

"im so sorry lumi"

"i think you're like ehhhh 8/10 funny"

"now me???? 10/10. Hilarious"

"sometimes i have to take a step back and remember that this is the same guts i follow on tumblr /lh"

""ok every here's some good shifting advice!!! uwu have a good day" "yeah i did lsd and ate fruit gummies""

"i have one setting and it's whatever this is"

"my bitch ass cat just pushed the door open with his fuzzy face and now my sleeping dad is being lulled into dreams by Cosmo Sheldrake's 'Pliocine'."

"me on discord: nick wilde"

"me on tumblr: shifting water! haha funne! me on here: my hermit crabs are cannibals also i want to eat souls."

"im sorry yOUR VIBESA RE JUST SO DIFFERNT"

"u give off older cousin ive never spoken to but always admire at the family gatherings vibes"

"what the fuck"

"BC I HAVE LIBERTU"

"If you adopt me then yes"

"am I qualified for dad jokes???"

"we're all a lot smarter on tumblr"

"I'm like "awww... sweet... sweet little shiftlings... posting such sweet shiftling content... so pure, so wholesome... does not even know abcs....""

"can't think before you speak if you never think B)"

"I'm not responsible enough to be a mom"

"cat pet"

"show us pictures of the cat or i will do Crime"

"maybe thats me being a coward tho"

"MOTH!!!! MOTH MY BELOVED"

if y'all want I can make this a series bc shiftblr keeps giving me more content

#tw drugs #tw swearing #tw cannibalism #tw crime #tw food #tw homophobia #shitpost #out of context #out of context quotes #lumi's quotes

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vannahfanfics · 4 years

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The Visit

Category: Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Characters: Natsu Dragneel, Millianna

Requested By: AwarenessBringer (FanFiction)

Millianna’s earthy-brown eyes were lidded in perfect contentment as she gazed out of the train window at the picturesque countryside just beyond Magnolia City stretching across the horizon. The gently rolling hills dotted with great oak trees and the occasional isolated homestead against the backdrop of a clear blue sky really had a painting-like quality that made Millianna feel at ease, almost as if she were home; it was an odd dichotomy, considering that she was far from her home, the mage guild Mermaid Heel, and traveling to the city for a personal visit. Everyone always just assumed that she was coming to see Erza- which she would definitely do before leaving- but in actuality, the people that who would be greeting her at the train station were none other than a certain cotton candy-haired fire mage and his little Exceed partner.

Millianna had been routinely commuting to the home of Fairy Tail for several months now, after the dramatic upset at the Grand Magic Games. The first visit really had been to visit Erza, considering that the fiery redhead had been missing for several years which had saddened Millianna terribly, but foiling a plot to effectively end the world really didn’t make for the best situation to play catch-up. During that jaunt, Millianna had run into Natsu and Happy; Millianna, despite growing up, was as enamored with adorable kitties and kitty-like creatures as she had ever been, and so naturally she had fawned girlishly over the confused but delighted Happy. Natsu had ever so graciously told her that she could come visit Happy as she pleased, and she had been elated to take him up on his offer. So, whenever she found herself off from missions, she meandered over to Magnolia City in search of the dragon-slayer and his beloved partner. At first, Millianna had really only been concerned about the little cat, but in time she had actually come to enjoy the time she spent with Natsu as well. He was a bundle of energy and fun that never ceased to make her laugh or smile.

In fact, Millianna was considering the possibility that she had a slight crush on him.

It wasn’t the most concerning revelation in the world. It wasn’t like there were any policies or laws forbidding relationships between members of different guilds. It was just strange because Millianna had never even considered any romantic pursuits at all, let alone with the fiery, passionate fire mage who had foiled their plans at the Tower of Heaven (which worked out perfectly well and for the greater good, but she digressed). Most of all, Millianna was just concerned that such a crush could only lead to her own heartbreak; she was almost positive that Natsu did not see her in that kind of light. There were plenty of beautiful Fairy Tail women that were much better options for him than herself.

Delving into her own subconscious made the landscape suddenly seem lifeless and depressing. Despite the blooming green and brown tones of the rolling landscape, that’s all it was- smudges of color with no real life to be had, just endless hills and forests. With a small groan, she tore her gaze away from the window to stare sadly at the empty seat across from her. Suddenly she imagined Natsu sitting there, holding his belly and groaning from motion sickness but still flashing her a small smile insisting that it was nothing, he would be just fine. He was a tough guy, both in talk and in action, but it was amusing how such a little thing could affect him. Millianna felt the smile forming on her lips; with a startled gasp, she smacked her cheeks and squeezed her eyes shut to banish the phantasm. It was utterly useless, because Natsu’s beaming smile just danced in the dark of her closed eyes, adorable and enticing.

“Oh, dear… This is not good,” she tutted to herself as she opened her eyes again to pull her knees to her chest and prop her chin on them miserably. Her inner instincts were buzzing for her to hop right on the train back, because surely this evening would go quite differently than the ones before. How was she going to be able to keep a straight face when she was head-over-heels for the handsome Natsu Dragneel?

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As Millianna stepped off the train onto the platform, she instantly caught sight of a shock of bright pink hair. A beaming face and an excitedly waving hand were next to grace her vision; a pink rosy tint matching the shade of the dragon-slayer’s locks rose to her cheeks as Natsu ran over to her, little Happy tottering at his heels. Oh, here we go…

“Hey, Millianna! Glad you could make it,” Natsu grinned at her. He always had a habit of smiling so widely that his eyes scrunched up and one would swear that his face hurt. Millianna found it one of his cutest habits. Ah! Stop! You can’t think anything he does it cute! She scolded herself, discreetly pinching her leg through her striped stockings to punish such thoughts. Trying to seem nonchalant, she returned his beaming happiness with a small smile appropriate for a young lady who had no romantic interest in a young man- or, in her case, was desperately trying to hide blossoming feelings for said strapping young man…

“Hello, Natsu. Hello, Happy,” she added while crouching down to pat the blue Exceed on the head. As she scratched a little behind his ears, his tail waggled and he sighed in utter bliss.

“Millianna, you give the best head scratches,” he purred quietly. Millianna giggled, but the cute moment was cut abruptly short when Natsu grabbed her by the wrist and all but yanked her back to her feet. She cried out in alarm as he thrusted her hand into his fluffy locks of hair with a serious face.

“Really? Lemme see! Scratch my head, Millianna!” If her face had been the color of a carnation at the beginning of their exchange, then it was certified to be a rich, luscious shade of red now. Millianna knew that Natsu was just going to bug the hell out of her until she did as asked, so she resigned herself to the situation up front. With a hesitant expression, she gently began to run her fingers lightly through the tousled pink locks to lightly run her nails over his scalp, and was struck at how impossibly soft his hair was; it really did feel like cotton candy, bouncy and pillowy. After a few seconds she shifted her hand to scratch the area of his head right above and behind his ears, and almost like a cat would, Natsu leaned into the action with something very reminiscent of a purr. He gave her a sleepy smile with lidded eyes as she continued her ministrations. “Ahhh… You’re right, Happy… This feels so nice,” he sighed as his shoulders slouched down. He really was enjoying it!

“All right, that’s enough!” Millianna huffed. Natsu looked impossibly sad when she retracted her hand and even let out a miserable “Aw…” That sad little pout is so adora- Agh! No, Millianna! Bad! Bad! she scolded herself once more with an even more painful pinch. Dammit, she was going to get over this crush even if she went home with bruises dotting every inch of her skin. “Wh-What do you want to do today?” she asked quickly, trying to distract herself (and Natsu, so he could wipe that aggravatingly cute pout off his face). Like a switch had flipped, that equally endearing smile was back on his face. Millianna truly could not win; no matter what little action he performed, her little heart went a-fluttering. This is going to be harder than I thought…

“Oh, yeah! They’re having a little flower festival in the town square for a few days, Millianna, and I thought you might like to see it! I got dragged along by Lucy and all the other gals already, but it was kinda fun. So whadaya say?” he asked her. Millianna absolutely adored flowers and was definitely willing to visit the limited-time installment. Still, that nagging little voice in the back of her enamored mind could not help but chime that a flower festival was an undoubtedly romantic setting… Shut up, she told it grumpily, Natsu went with other girls already. He doesn’t find it romantic at all! She told herself that, but she still couldn’t help but blush brightly again when he grabbed her by the wrist and took off with her in tow when she nodded in agreement.

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Millianna momentarily forgot her present predicament when the two of them arrived at the town square. She stood in the entrance, eyes glimmering with unbridled joy as she basked in the brilliance of the flower festival. Though it was a small area, the town square was exquisitely decorated, beginning with an arch wrapped in trawling strawberry vines, complete with a mixture of blooming white flowers and succulent red fruits that begged to be plucked from the vine. There was no one around to chastise her, so she snuck up to the arrangement to do so, biting down on the end of the berry and practically melting as its tart yet sweet juices spread across her tongue. “They’re absolutely delicious!” she told Natsu as she chewed on the yummy fruit. Natsu nodded eagerly in agreement, having shoved a fistful of them into his mouth already. As he reached for another one, she walked over and lightly popped his outstretched hand. “Leave some for others to enjoy!” she scolded him with a waggling finger.

“Okay! Okay! No need to hit me,” he whined while waving his hand about. She hadn’t even hit him hard enough to leave a red mark; he was just being dramatic, she could tell, from the hint of a smirk that pranced in his pouty lips. Oh, there he goes again! So cute… she lamented silently as her heart began to incessantly pound against her rib cage. To avoid further dwelling on the situation, she hastily whirled around and marched through the arch.

“Let’s go!” The town square was arranged in a circular fashion with a large bubbling fountain as its centerpiece; spreading bilaterally in either direction from the arch were various sculptures made of flowers and hedges, finally meeting in the middle directly parallel to the arch with the grandest of them all. Millianna did forget her schoolgirl crush temporarily as she walked alongside Natsu around the town square, pausing to admire each work of floral art. One of them was a pair of little girls in pigtails carrying baskets of daisies carved from thick green hedges with their matching dresses demarcated by bright red poppies. Another bore the likeness of a massive dragon propped back on its powerful haunches, its wings formed by curtains of wisteria blossoms and its body formed by a collection of violets, complete with roiling flames made of white bell-like flowers spilling from its mouth. The next was a knight that bore eerie resemblance to Erza, down to her streaming red hair woven from huge roses. With each statue came a menagerie of soothing aromas wafting into Millianna’s sharp nose and easing her tensed nerves. How could she not be soothed among the beautiful flowers?

She would think that, until Natsu did something undeniably cute, like making funny faces at the Erza-yet-not-Erza sculpture or playing in the fountain with Happy until he got yelled at by the resident officiator of the festival. As she watched his energetic antics, Millianna laughed amiably with one hand over her mouth, unable to contain the sheer joy she got from seeing him live his life with complete zest, no matter what he was doing.

“Come on, Millianna, let’s go see the big one!” he called to her, running off for the other end of the square. As she watched him go, smiling back at her with his dragonscale scarf waving in the wind behind him, Millianna’s happiness was replaced with the sharp bitterness of pain. I really am… in love with him, aren’t I? she thought as her hand came to rest against her fluttering, fragile heart. No amount of reverse psychology or painful punishment was going to change that, despite her best efforts. Her gaze dropped to the cobblestone walkway; a smile was again on her face, but one of defeat and sadness. There’s nothing for it…

There was only one way out of it for Millianna: she would have to confess and have heart her broken, and that would be that. “Millianna? Are you comin’ or what?” came Natsu’s impatient cry from the large sculpture. Sucking in a breath to steel her courage, Millianna raised her head and hurried over to stand beside him in front of the festival’s pride and joy. It certainly was a magnificent specimen, a grand white castle with daffodils as gold accents and even a functioning drawbridge with a running-water moat. A blonde-haired princess waved a handkerchief from her tower window down at a young squire in a red-and-blue tunic. “Man, how long do ya think it took to put this thing together?” Natsu grinned in admiration as he craned his head back to observe the entire piece, one hand over his green eyes to shield it from the sun’s bright rays. Millianna only shrugged slightly in response. Though they had given her much joy beforehand, now Millianna couldn’t even force herself to enjoy the spectacle of nature’s brightest and most beautiful blossoms. Her sudden melancholy did not go unnoticed by the boy. “Millianna? Are you okay? You tired?” he asked her while cocking his head to the side. Under his innocent, curious gaze, Millianna squirmed uncomfortably. Of course the fact that he was concerned with her well-being ignited those butterflies in her stomach. There was currently no one else admiring the castle sculpture, so if she confessed now, there would be no one to witness the embarrassing spectacle of her rejection…

It's now or never, she insisted, but despite her consciousness raring to go, she could not force her tongue to form the simple words. She clutched her hands in front of her chest tightly, quivering as the anxiety gripped her body. She would’ve never imagined that it would be so impossibly hard! Millianna had always been a direct individual, always saying what was on her mind, but for once in her life, she could not do so. “Millianna?” As Natsu stepped closer to her with his eyebrows knitted together in concern, all she could do was eye him fearfully out of the corners of her eyes. Would he laugh at her? Would he find her crush on him abhorrent? As her mind spiraled rapidly into dark, depressing possibilities, the little voice in the back of her head actually said something useful for once. Natsu isn’t like that.

No… No, he isn’t. Millianna found that realization incredibly reassuring. Of course Natsu would never react so horribly; he was just such a nice, genuine person, after all. Even if his feelings for her were completely platonic, he would do his best to let her down easily and try to salvage their friendship, at least. Millianna sucked in a breath, finally ready to admit the truth to him. She turned to face him, determination flaring in her dark brown eyes… But she couldn’t open her mouth to speak for Natsu’s lips lightly brushing over hers.

Any bravado that Millianna had mustered up vanished like smoke in a fierce wind. Her face burned in an inferno so intense she could swear that Natsu was using his magic on her; of course, he was not. Natsu’s eyes were nearly as wide as hers. It seemed that Natsu had been leaning forward to peer into her face at the exact moment that Millianna had turned around, yielding their present compromising position. Though several seconds had passed, neither of them had moved an inch, so their lips were still locked in a light, feathery kiss that had Millianna both internally screaming and with the overwhelming urge to push forward to claim Natsu’s mouth fully. She almost, almost found herself doing so, but caught herself as her eyes were drifting shut. With a startled gasp, she jerked back, finally pulling her lips from his.

“I-I’m sorry, Natsu! I-I didn’t mean- um- o-oh dear…” she stammered as she turned her back to him, hands squishing her bright red cheeks as she effectively overheated in mortification. It felt like the world was spinning around her. Crap, crap, crap! What do I do now?! We just kissed! With a long, uncomfortable whine, she squirmed about as her jellified brain attempted to arrive at some logical follow-up, but it was pretty much useless. Her neural synapses were firing in all the wrong ways, more focused on her body’s physical reactions than actually being useful. She had her eyes shut tight the entire time, and once she cracked them open, she was terrified to find that Natsu had walked around to stand in front of her. With a loud “Kyahhhh!” she went to whirl right back around again, but he caught her by both her wrists to prevent her from doing so. “Wah! N-Natsu, what-?”

He didn’t answer her, just pulled her forward to crush his mouth against hers. Her brain melted further into a pile of goop so not a coherent thought formed in her mind; her body took over for her, thankfully. A soft “Mmm…” rumbled in her throat as she melted against him and her eyes drifted shut once more. The way his lips were dancing gently and rhythmically with her own sent electricity humming through her nerves, sending a warm, fuzzy feeling buzzing in every cell of her body. The butterflies were back, but not uncomfortable flapping in a frenzy, just lazily fluttering about to yield an oddly pleasant humming sensation. Her heart settled from a pounding drum to a steady thump in tune with the beating of Natsu’s own heart, which hovered over hers as their chests flushed together. She could faintly feel one of Natsu’s hands releasing her wrist to thread through her wavy chestnut locks; similarly, Millianna’s hand had migrated to the back of his neck to twist those fine, pink locks around her fingers. Millianna was not sure how long they stood there kissing in front of the magical castle sculpture, nor did she really care as Natsu pulled back slightly. Their eyes opened to lock gazes, Millianna’s warm brown tones meshing with the bright green of his. “N-Natsu… I don’t understand…” she managed to murmur finally. Her gaze dropped down to her feet as she tried to process what had just occurred. It couldn’t possibly be that Natsu… has feelings for me, too…? She did not resist him as he curled a hand beneath her chin to force her gaze back up to his. He had a saccharine sweet smile on his face that made Millianna’s heart clench in happiness and love. The way he was looking at her right now, like she was a divine blossom more beautiful than the crafted arrangements that surrounded them, unique and perfect… There was simply no denying it.

“Well, we came so close that I figured I might as well just finish the job,” he grinned teasingly. His hand left her chin to sweep across her cheek, as lightly as a feather but Millianna continued to feel his touch long after his hand had retreated to settle on her hip. “You were… going to say something?”

“I like you, Natsu… A lot.” It came out so easily that she didn’t even quite realize that she had uttered it. A satisfied smirk mixed with a loving smile crossed his lips, and intense feeling smoldered in his spring green irises as he continued to just gaze at her like she was the only thing in the world. She peered at him shyly through her lashes and was relieved to see that big smile that scrunched up his eyes with pure elation appear on his boyish yet handsome features.

“That’s good, otherwise that woulda been kinda awkward,” he laughed while rubbing the back of his neck. After he chuckled a minute at his own joke, he opened his eyes to look at her adoringly. “I like you a lot too, Millianna.”

“So… Does this mean you want me to keep coming to see you?” she asked with a small smile as she swayed slightly back and forth, hands clasped behind her back. The action really did make her look like a confessing schoolgirl.

“Uh-huh! And I’ll come see ya, too! I wanna see Mermaid Heel.”

“Oh, why?” He looked at her in amusement, like she had asked a really silly question.

“Because I wanna learn all kinds of things about you, Millianna.” Her heart hammered against her ribcage as she swooned dramatically at the purely effortless, endearing line. She was definitely head-over-heels now; little pink hearts were practically beating in her eyes. He grinned boyishly at her as he took her hand, entwining their fingers, and using his other to point towards the other side of the flower festival that they had yet to observe. “Whadaya say we call this our first date, yeah? We still got plenty of flowers to look at, and we can go eat afterwards, too!” He’s so dreamy! Millianna shrieked internally, clutching her heart as it threatened to pop right out of her chest from how hard it was beating. She simply couldn’t handle all his adorable lovey-doveyness.

“Okay!” she nodded gleefully, and even dared herself to lean her head on his shoulder. It was the perfect size and shape for her to nestle comfortably against him, making her feel even more giddy; dare she say they were made for one another! Pretty much nothing could bust Millianna’s elated bubble… except Happy, standing in front of them and sniffling as he stared up at them with tears dripping down his furry blue face.

“Happy? What’s the matter, bud?” Natsu gasped in alarm. Happy sucked in a breath through his nose to try and keep the snot from dripping from it as he rubbed at his big black eyes.

“You won’t forget about me now that you’ve got her, right, Natsu?” he asked miserably. Millianna couldn’t help but feel guilty at the poor little kitty’s distraught display. He loved Natsu so dearly; of course he would be worried that Natsu would become so engrossed in a new relationship that he would be left behind. Natsu shook his head firmly.

“Of course not, Happy! You’re my bestest bud!” Happy stared at him with wide eyes for a second, then began bawling harder than before. With a loud, relieved wail, he ran forward to hug one of Natsu’s legs and bury his teary, snotty face into it. “Hehehe, I love you too, little guy,” Natsu mused and leaned down to reassuringly scratch the top of his head when Happy mumbled something of the same sentiment into the fabric of his pants. Millianna watched to heartwarming exchange with a small smile. While Happy calmed himself down, Natsu tossed her an amused grin. “Shall we?”

“Mhmm!” Happy just sat on Natsu’s foot, arms and legs wrapped around his leg as he continued to cry of happiness, while Natsu began walking with Millianna to enjoy the rest of the festival. She nuzzled into him contentedly, enjoying the natural heat of his body spreading through her.

She had been right when she had envisioned that this visit would be different than the others, but she was so grateful that she hadn’t chosen to take the train back…

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queen-of-deans-booty · 5 years

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The Rapture- Part 3

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,188

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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“What the hell happened back there?” Dean asked after being on the road for a while. Jimmy was asleep next to you, and you looked at Dean when he spoke.

“What?” Sam asked.

“You practically fainted trying to gank a demon.” Yeah, you needed to shut up about this.

“Okay, I didn't faint. I got a little dizzy.”

“Well, you can call it whatever you want. Point is, you used to be strong enough to kill Alastair. Now you can't even kill a stunt-demon number three?” Dean asked. Sam shifted his gaze to you, and you narrowed your eyes in warning. The day was almost up, and Sam’s time was running out.

“What do you want me to say about it, Dean?” Sam asked as he looked away from you. Guess he wanted to test your patience.

“Well for starters, what's going on with your mojo? I mean, it's yo-yoing all over the place. I'm not trying to pick a fight here, okay? I just—you're scaring me, man.”

“I'm scaring myself,” he whispered, but you heard it. His phone rang, interrupting the moment. He picked it up before looking at Jimmy.

“Hey. It's your wife.” Nudging the formal angel, he woke up before groggily taking the phone.

“Amelia?” he asked before his eyes widened with fear. “Oh my God.”

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Arriving at the warehouse that currently was holding Claire, you got out of the car and wondered how you were going to get inside. Amelia was a demon, and you should have figured it out, but some of them were good as masking their appearance. Plus, you weren’t strong enough to see past it.

“Alright, they're expecting you to come alone. That's exactly what you're gonna do,” Dean instructed.

“I’m strong enough now, Dean. I can turn us invisible, like I did when we were going to trap Lilith the first time. You know, before you went to… you know.”

“All you gotta do is stay calm and stall. Let us do our job,” Dean said to Jimmy, putting a pause on your plan.

“You want me to stay calm? This is my family we're talking about.”

“Listen to me, this will work. You understand? Nobody's gonna get hurt,” you said.

“Yeah, whatever. Give me a minute, okay?” he said as he walked off to do his own thing.

“Okay, I’m ready,” you nodded.

“Actually, I have something else in mind. You’re the only one who’s staying invisible,” Dean said to you, making you tilt your head in confusion. After Dean told you two the plan, you quickly said the word before making yourself invisible. Assuming Jimmy was already inside, Sam and Dean got themselves caught while you trailed behind them, careful not to let them know you were there.

Walking inside the building, you saw Claire tied up with her mother next to her, looking at Sam and Dean with a smirk.

“Nice plan, Dean,” Sam sighed, playing his part.

“Yeah, well, nobody bats 1,000.”

“Got the knife?” Amelia asked, one of the demons holding Sam lifted it to show her.

“Now, where is that little witch of yours? I can’t imagine you just left her behind,” Amelia said as she looked around the place. Focusing on the spot you were in, you noticed her staring at you as if she could actually see you. Slowly walking away, her gaze stayed right where it was, making you think she didn’t see you. Your part was to get Claire to safety which is why you were slowly making your way over to her.

“I was actually bummed to get this detail, picking up an empty vessel. Sort of like a milk run. Now look who landed in my lap,” Amelia continued to speak as she walked to the side before picking up a sharpened pipe that had been broken off.

“Yeah, well, you got us, okay? Let these people go,” Sam said.

“Oh, Sam. It's easy to act chivalrous when your Wonder Girl powers aren't working, huh? Now for the punch line. Everybody dies,” she grinned as she pulled out a gun. Pointing it at Sam, she quickly changed directions and shot Jimmy in the lower chest, making him gasp out in pain.

“I see you, little witch,” she said before swinging the pipe around right at you. Before you had a chance to move, the pipe went straight through your magical barrier and into your abdomen, causing a blast of magic to shoot out in all directions. Now visible for everyone to see, you fell to the ground, the pipe still inside you.

Dean yelled out as he tried to escape the demon, but he held onto him tightly. Looking at Dean and Sam, you felt blood come out of your mouth, and you tried to focus on your healing powers. There was no way you could get this pipe out without bleeding to death.

“Waste Little Orphan Annie,” Amelia smirked before walking away. Another demon walked around Jimmy who lay dying and around you, not far behind. He walked over to Claire, picked up a pipe, and swung at her, only for her to catch it with one hand. She placed her other hand on his head, exorcising the demon in front of her.

Using this as the perfect distraction, Sam and Dean broke free before fighting their demons. Coughing up blood, you looked at Claire who burned off the ropes holding her. Maybe it was because you were dying, but you noticed a faint white glow around her body. Castiel was in there, you just knew.

She walked right past you before going over to Dean, helping him exorcise his demon since Sam had the knife. Once Dean was free of the demon, he ran over to you before lifting your head.

“It’s okay, you’re going to be okay,” he panicked as he tried to remove the pipe.

“No, Dean, that’ll kill me. Leave it,” you whispered, and he hesitantly complied. Both of you looked at Sam who was sucking the blood from the demon’s neck. Well, the secret is out, everyone knew how he got his power. When he came up for air, he looked at Dean who stared at his brother in horror.

“It’s how he gets his powers,” you whispered to him. Sam turned to Castiel who was still in Claire and had the same expression. Quickly killing the demon with the knife, Sam stood up and raised his hand once he saw Amelia trying to escape. She stopped in her tracks as Sam exorcised the demon inside her, and she was soon free of the burden.

“Sam, stop it,” you tried to yell, raising your hand to use whatever magic you had the strength for. Sending a blast at him, you watched as your magic hit him square in the face, slithering through his nostrils and mouth to do its job. Noticing the black glow around him dim, you knew that your magic was the key to purifying his disease.

“Of course, we keep our promises,” Claire said to her father, making you look at the duo. “Of course, you have our gratitude. You served us well. Your work is done. It's time to go home now. Your real home. You'll rest forever in the fields of the Lord. Rest now, Jimmy.”

“No. Claire?” he gasped out.

“She's with me now. She's chosen. It's in her blood, as it was in yours.”

“Please, Castiel. Me, just take me. Take me, please,” he begged, getting tears as he fought for his life.

“I wanna make sure you understand. You won't die or age. If this last year was painful for you, picture a hundred, a thousand more like it.”

“It doesn't matter. You take me. Just take me.”

“As you wish,” she said before cupping his cheeks. A bright light emanated from both his eyes and mouth as Castiel transferred bodies. As soon as he was gone from Claire, she fell to her knees as he stood up. Whatever trace of Jimmy there was, he was now gone.

Groaning, you coughed up more blood, making Dean look at you in urgency.

“Cas! Heal her!” Dean yelled at the angel. However, he kept on walking, but that was not good enough for you.

“Castiel!!” you used all your strength to yell, making him stop in his tracks before turning to face you. “You promised me! You said you would protect me! I can’t heal myself, but you can! You said you were here to make sure I wouldn’t die and if you leave, that is exactly what I am going to do! Please, Castiel, heal me.”

Castiel walked to you before kneeling on the ground. He ripped the pipe from you causing you to scream in agony. Dean was about to rip him a new one before the angel placed his hand on your head, sending his grace throughout your body. He healed your wound instantly before standing up.

Dean helped you from your spot, and you used his body as support.

“Thank you,” you breathed out. He was just about to walk away when you stopped him once more. “Wait, what did you want to tell me?”

“I learned my lesson while I was away, Y/N. I serve heaven, I don't serve man, and I certainly don't serve you.” Gasping, you watched him walk away without a second glance. That was it? What the hell happened to him in Heaven?

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And then there was three. After everyone was taken care of, you and the brothers were back on the road, but it was dead silent. What happened with Sam was heavy in the air, but you didn’t have the energy to deal with it right now.

“Alright, let's hear it.”

“What?” Dean asked, tiredness clear in his tone.

“Drop the bomb, man. You saw what I did. Come on, stop the car, take a swing.”

“I already said what I needed to say,” you sighed.

“I'm not gonna take a swing.”

“Then scream, chew me out, something!”

“I'm not mad, Sam,” Dean sighed, but you were. Man, you were hella pissed.

“Come on. You're not mad? Look, at least let me explain myself.”

“Don't. I don't care.”

“You don't care?” Sam asked with his eyebrows raised. He looked at you before realizing you were only going to add lemon juice to the open wound if you spoke.

“What do you want me to say, that I'm disappointed? Yeah, I am. But, mostly, I'm just tired, man. I'm done. I am just done.” His voice was calm and low which means he was very disappointed and pissed and sad all at the same time. Your phone rang which cut some of the tension, but not all of it. Seeing it was your dad, you were thankful he called. There was a plan in set for Sam since you two were worried about him.

“Hey, dad,” you said softly.

“Hey, you three better shag ass to my place ASAP.”

“What's going on?” you asked, playing your part once more.

“The apocalypse, genius. Now get your asses over here.” He hung up, making both brothers look at you. Only one of them was in on this.

“What’d he say?” Sam asked.

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“Well, thanks for shaking a tail,” your dad said as he guided you three to the panic room.

“Yeah, you got it,” Dean sighed. Sam opened the door before looking inside.

“Go on inside. I wanna show you something,” your dad said, causing Sam to walk in, however, you, Dean and your dad hung back.

“Alright. So, uh, what's the big demon problem?”

“You are. This is for your own good,” you said as Dean and your dad closed the door before locking it.

“Guys? Hey, hey. What?” Sam panicked, walking to the barbed window. Your dad closed it just as Sam banged on the door. “This isn't funny. Guys! Hey! Guys?”

“I have something that will help him,” you said as you walked over to one of your dad’s knives. Grabbing a cup, you took a seat on a stood that was down there.

“What is it?” Dean wondered. Taking a deep breath, you cut your arm vertically, causing the two men to protest.

“Don’t worry,” you said as you focused on your magic. Watching it flow out of your arm and into the cup, you filled it a quarter of the way before placing your hand over the wound. Healing it immediately, you brought it over to your dad as you handed it to him.

“Make sure he drinks this. I don’t really want to go into it now, but I see people differently now. I see demons with a black glow around them, and it’s what Sam has. When I blasted him with my magic in that warehouse, that black glow dimmed. My magic healed you Dean, and Sam when that siren had you under his spell, it’ll heal him of this demon blood. When I have enough strength, I’ll give you another dosage. He’s scaring me, and this is the only way I know how to heal him.”

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chambxrlainnn · 5 years

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isn’t that AMITY CHAMBERLAIN? yeah that is HER, sitting there at the GRYFFINDOR table with those other SEVENTH years and i think i heard sybill saying they look like BENEDETTE PORCAROLI… whoever that is! when she looks into her crystal ball she sees a string of ivory pearls around a slim neck and a quaffle tight in hand, rips in clean stockings, muddy scuffs on new shoes, holding a wand behind their ear, flushed pink cheeks, and bloodied up knees paired with a smile, i’ve heard they’re pretty LAIDBACK, CREDULOUS, and COMPETITIVE. apparently they’re a MUGGLE BORN but i’m sure that’s not related.

HEY YALL. it’s honestly taken me forever to write this because I genuinely suck at making intros and yesterday was independence day so I’ve been a MESS! BUT I’M HERE NOW AND I’M SO EXCITED TO PLOT WITH Y’ALL. so feel free to hit this with a like for me to message you via IM or even send one on discord!

I. STATISTICS

NAME: amity grace chamberlain

NICKNAME(S): amma

BIRTHDAY: october seventeenth

BLOOD STATUS: muggle-born

MORAL ALIGNMENT: neutral good

HOGWARTS HOUSE: gryffindor

GENDER: female , she/her

HEIGHT: 5’6

OWL: Eggy, a plump sandy colored owl (and amma’s very best friend)

FACE CLAIM: benedetta porcaroli

WAND: hawthorn wood, dragon heart-string, 9 ¾, slightly springy

II.ABOUT

so I’m still fleshing amity out since she is an oc but here are some little points about my little muggle-born baby! I’ll explain more during plotting!!

amity grew up in an affluent family. dad, mom, three sisters, and a white maltese dog named pipp. the dog is supposed to the family’s, but amity’s sister, oriana, will tell you otherwise.

amma’s life has always been filled with constant charity brunches, cotillions, and investment galas. all hosted by huge companies and attended by other wealthy families. her mom is essentially a trophy wife and lives for dressing her girls in candy-color dresses, pearls and curls. darling little children, that’s what the chamberlain girls were…. or at-least they were when their parents were around.

amma, always trailing around her older sisters, found out about her powers during the summer before her tenth birthday. she had scared the hell out everyone by letting a flower bloom in her hand after pipp had run over the other ones.

the blooming flower was only the start of the other particularly odd occurrences that had been happening to amma. when her hogwarts letter had arrived no one in her family was really surprised. actually, they were sort of relieved because now they all understood now why amma had become so weird all of a sudden.

her mom was hella a bit disappointed in the fact that amma was now a classified witch because it meant she had no real control over her daughter as she got older. amma’s frilly dresses had turned into gold and scarlet house clothes. her crown of blonde hair that was once curled and tamed was now often pulled back due to flying lessons and quidditch. the more time amma spent at hogwarts, the less of a hold mrs. chamberlain had on her. her father didn’t really seem to mind mainly because eighty percent of his time was spent working anyways and had hardly built a stable enough relationship with his younger daughter to really realize what was happening with her. he saw the hogwarts letter and basically went “what the heavens is a gringotts?”

which amma is 100% fine with because she feels like she genuinely fits in better while at hogwarts rather than when she’s home with sisters who rather paint their nails and go to the diner to drink milkshakes with boys. don’t get her wrong though, amma loves her muggle friends and her family, but nothing really compares to the people she has met while at school. at least while she’s there she doesn’t have to hear her sisters refer to her as the witch of the family or make jokes around friends that amma can do really cool ‘magic tricks’.

but that didn’t mean all her time at hogwarts was rainbows and butterbeer either. she’s a muggleborn, so at times things were tough and they still are. she can still remember the first time being called mudblood. she punched the hell of them too.

she’s not a complete idiot though. amma knows better than to let people sink under her skin about her lack blood purity. instead, she focuses all the negative energy into quidditch or her studies… but mostly quidditch since its really the only part of her days where she can actually relax and not feel like she has be 2x as good as purebloods.

thats it for now! I plan on eventually updating this

III. AESTHETIC

comfy knit sweaters, twigs in your hair, green tea, groovy records, driving with the top down, smoky potions, cinnamon gum, the mist of hairspray, golden lockets, tattered old books, funky platforms, autumn leaves, grassy knees, gryffindor banners, a spring breeze, red blowpops, showing kids at hogwarts how to play red rover in the quidditch pit, hiding a wand behind your ear, pumpkin juice, and chocolate frogs.

IV.PINTEREST

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V. WANTED CONNECTIONS

will update later!

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roseblxsh · 5 years

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Just beyond the blackthorn trees. That’s what the goblins had said. There’s every fruit you can ever dream of, but tread carefully. When asked why, their reply came with devilish eyes and wickedly sharp teeth, You’ll see.

Nothing had ever scared me before. Not in my forest. I knew every nook and cranny of it, you see. Every twig, branch, berry and flower clear as crystal in my mind’s eye. But this secret garden was a new addition. I’d heard whispers about it, gossip amongst the fae and the elves, but I had yet to see it for myself. It just so happened that the goblins knew how to get to it.

Sometimes curiosity does kill the cat.

It was summer back then, my favourite season of all, everything in full bloom and lush with natural beauty and grace. Everything had been nothing short of perfect. My hair became a light honey-gold in the sunshine after months of bad weather and dull days, my skin once again kissed by the warmth of the brightest star. The wings on my back always did feel healthier in the warmer months, shimmering in the sunlight with the iridescence of a bubble.

I was happy. I was free.

But I was missing something. Isn’t that always the way the story goes? Isn’t that what all the poets say? My own heart let me more have pity on.

The other sprites and nymphs, of course, had no desire of accompanying me on my journey to see the garden, but I wouldn’t be stopped for anything. I craved the newness of it, I felt reckless and unchallenged, I wanted to see something different and wild and beautiful.

I had been such a fool.

Past the blackthorn trees and over the wall, the goblins had said. So over the wall I went, with some small difficulty. My wings weren’t quite up for flying that day, they ached from the journey there, since the garden was on the outskirts of the forest and I’d never flown so far in one day. None of the forest dwellers ever went this far for that matter, fearing the danger of the human village close by. But the goblins had told me of flowers more beautiful than any I had ever seen and fruit sweeter than any forest berry and I had to see. I had to know.

It couldn’t have been helped.

I almost missed it the first time I laid eyes on it. The wall the goblins had told me to look for seemed to be camouflaged somehow, hiding in plain sight beneath the trees. I had stopped to drink from a babbling brook and when I looked up there it was. It had not been there a second before. How strange.

Getting to my feet I waded through the stream, enjoying the coolness of the water against my ankles. I reached slowly out and my hands touched stone. The rock seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, the light bouncing off of a veil of gold shimmer coating every inch of the wall. Climbing it wasn’t too difficult, although the stones as I reached the top were rough and jagged, scraping against the skin of my knees. But I still wasn’t deterred.

For a moment, it was so worth it. When I fluttered gently down from the rough stone wall my bare feet touched grass so soft it was like walking on air, and then I looked up. It really was the most beautiful garden I’d ever seen. Flowers of every colour, shape and size bordered the grass and climbed up the inside of the walls. Honeysuckle, lavender, bluebells, roses, peonies, all perfectly formed and delicately placed, well tended to. I’d never seen anything like it before. Such a sharp contrast from the wild and untamed beauty of the forest.

The atmosphere was strange and different in the garden somehow, thick and hazy with magic, tickling my nose like the beginnings of a sneeze. Unable to resist, I stopped to pick a strawberry. It was large, almost heart shaped, vivid red in colour and perfectly ripe. Juice ran down my chin and I wiped at it carelessly with the back of my hand and grinned. That was the last time I remember being truly free and happy. That small moment so long ago now when I bit into my favourite fruit, surrounded by perfect flowers, the colours of the sunset making my wings glow and my heart feel light.

The strawberry was so sweet and intoxicating, so I had another. And another. And another. And then I began to feel sleepy, so I lay on the warm grass and closed my eyes, entirely forgetting the goblin’s warning. Tread carefully. But I felt safe here, safe and sleepy and warm.

That’s the thing about goblins, you have to be careful about what information they’ll neglect to tell you just to cause trouble.

The vile creatures might have told me the garden belonged to a witch.

When she found me asleep under her cherry blossom tree she flew into a rage. How dare I even enter her garden, let alone eat from it? When the old hag discovered what I had stolen from her, she spat out in a voice so low and centuries old “If you enjoy the fruits of my labour so much, thieving little sprite, perhaps you should be taught to make your own.”

I don’t remember what happened next. Frightened, I had tried to run away but she grabbed at me instantly, pulling at my hair and ripping the very wings from my back. My own scream rang in my ears and the pain of what she had done to me made everything go black.

When I finally woke up it was dark, and I was alone. The first thing I noticed was that I couldn’t move my arms at all. Or my legs for that matter. In fact, I couldn’t move at all. My skin felt rough and dry, my lips wouldn’t open, my arms ached from holding them above my head. I tried to cry, I really did. But no sound nor tears would come. My heart wept instead.

It was only when the sun came up that I knew what I was. My eyes ached from the strain of trying to see my limbs, but as soon as I did I knew.

A blackthorn tree. One of many, standing tall on the outskirts of the forest, facing the village and the castle. I recognised the bark, the scattered creamy white flowers on the forest floor and I knew. The sadness cut into me as if I were being felled for firewood. I strained and pulled and poured all of my energy into moving but nothing happened. In fact, it hurt. How could I ever be happy like this? How would I ever be happy again? Immediately I thought of my friends, my favourite places in the forest, all the things I had lost and would never have again, and I shut my eyes against the horror of it.

Seasons passed. I stood emotionless. Fall took my leaves, Winter left me breathless with the cold, Spring dusted off Winter’s chill, and then Summer brought me back to life again. The only joy I found in my new life was creating my flowers. In early Summer, tiny, but perfect, and creamy white in colour, my flowers bloomed across my arms and over my hands, and I took care to ensure each one was beautiful. Towards the end of the Summer my flowers turned into fruit.

If you enjoy the fruits of my labour so much, thieving little sprite, perhaps you should be taught to make your own.

Another year of loneliness went by, and I forgot what it felt like to feel anything. Three years of complete isolation. But that was before I saw her. No one from the village had ever come anywhere near the forest, until now. They hadn’t dared to.

One day in early Spring the forest was warm and dreamlike, the blackbirds sang and the flowers blossomed and the animals were happy and reinvigorated after February’s frost. All was peaceful, despite the pain in my aching limbs and heaviness in my aching heart.

That’s when she came running out of nowhere; hurtling towards me, laughing, holding her skirts up, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes sparkling. She frightened me, so much so that my lips almost parted. Almost. She came ever so close and placed her hand against my chest and leaned over to catch her breath, still trying to quell her laughter, but then she looked at me and the laughter stopped. The forest held its breath. The whole world stopped.

The second her eyes met mine I fell in love instantly. I’d heard about it, dreamed about it, even when the fae and the elves had laughed, even when the other sprites had told me that love was only a human folly not built to last, even though they told me was ridiculous for believing I would find it, I longed for it still. And here she was. I took one look at her and I knew instantly that she would have my heart forever.

Her eyes met mine and she turned my world upside down. Hazel eyes, long brown hair. Beautiful enough to be one of the fae folk. A green dress, fit for royalty, beautiful silver thread running through the bodice and tiny pink flowers embroidered onto the skirt. A silver circlet placed atop her head, with small emerald pieces and pink flowers interwoven through it to perfectly match her dress.

“Pretty flowers.” was all she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She reached up to pluck one from my forearm and if I could have winced I would have. But I didn’t care. The look on her face as she tucked my flower behind her ear was so worth it.

“Majesty?” came a strong feminine voice, and the beautiful girl gasped and immediately threw her hand over her mouth, stifling a giggle. She rushed to get behind me, her back against mine, and then came the voice again.

“Majesty this isn’t funny. You know you shouldn’t run off like this, what if you injured yourself? I shan’t carry you home like last time.” It was then that the owner of the voice finally became visible to me. This human was different from the first, her features hardened as though she had been sculpted from marble, her hair a fiery red, dressed in armour, her hand on the sword resting in a sheath at her hip. She was hard where my Queen was soft.

I heard the Queen sigh softly behind me, felt her push off of me and eventually come back into view. “I know it’s your job to look after me Blair,” the Queen said with a voice soft as silk, “but why shouldn’t we have fun every now and then? I’m ever so bored being holed up in that castle all day.”

“You know why, Majesty. We shouldn’t be this far away from the castle; what if something happened to you? There are rumours about these woods.” The redheaded girl looked around, eyes narrowed with suspicion.

The Queen merely raised a brow and tilted her head slightly, teasingly. “Scared, Blair?” she threw her head back and laughed, her hair falling delicately over her shoulders. “I couldn’t imagine you to be scared of anything. I thought you were supposed to be my knight in shining armour.”

Blair’s mouth quirked upwards at the corners and she bit her lip in an effort not to smile. “Cautious, Majesty. Simply cautious, never afraid.”

“Look at my beautiful tree Blair, don’t you love her?” She turned to me again and I would’ve arched my back with pride.

My Queen visited me every Thursday after that.

Thursday was her favourite day, she told me so, because it was the only day of the week she had to herself. Every other day she would have meetings with the members of her court, or listen to and try to help the villagers, or she would be invited to prestigious events like balls and parties in which she was required to dance with anyone who asked her in order to be polite. She didn’t have to be like that with me. No, every Thursday she had a picnic specially made and brought it up to the hilltop where I stood and she would lay down her blanket and sit with her back against me and tell me all about what was happening in her life. I was so happy to be her favourite place. She gave my life meaning again. I’d have given anything to speak to her.

Winter came around again and draped her snowy blanket around my shoulders, kissed my bark with her frosted breath. Of course, it became too cold for the Queen to visit me then. When she did come, she did not stay very long. The last time I saw her in Winter she told me something I did not much like to hear.

“I met a Prince at a ball last night. He wants to see me again, but I’m not sure how I feel about him” she bit her lip and looked down at her feet, “the courtiers all say he is a very good match for me.” I wanted to be happy for her, but inside my wooden heart was splintered into pieces. I felt even more pain now than when the witch first cursed me. But there was nothing I could do.

I did not see the Queen for a month after that.

She visited me again in the middle of Spring, dressed in pink silks, lips soft as a rosebud, a lace collar around her lily white throat, butterfly clips in her tousled brown hair, hazel eyes framed by her perfect fringe. She lay her basket down and plucked an apple from within it, smiling contentedly as she bit into it and sat down.

I’ve missed you, I wanted so much to say to her, I’ve missed you with all my heart.

The day is a beautiful one for early Spring, the air crisp and fresh but the sun ever so warm and inviting. She has the rest of her picnic, tells me about her Prince, rests her head against me and before I know it her breathing is steady and her eyes drift shut. She stays like that for a little while before curling herself in towards me. I felt so warm and happy like that, but I’d have given anything to be able to put my arms around her, stroke her face and sing to her softly. I wanted the chance to love her, was that so much to ask?

When she woke in the late afternoon, and readied herself to go back to her duties, she turned to me and I saw recognition in her eyes. “Sometimes…” she paused, moving closer to me, “I swear I can see…” she trailed off, raising her hand and placing it gently on the side of my face, stroking my cheek with her thumb. Oh.

Then she met my eyes and blinked and it was as if the spell was broken. She picked up her basket and off she went.

As the sun began to set that day, the warm evening breeze accompanied by sweet birdsong, I thought about her, and how warm and in love she made me feel. I began to relax, and I longed to close my eyes to dream about her.

It was at that moment I heard a rustling of leaves to my right, and my eyes darted to find the source of the sound. It was the witch.

“Remember me, sprite?”

How could I forget. She cackles as if she can read my mind. “I’ve been watching you,” she says, moving slowly closer, a magical glint in her eye. “You like her, don’t you?”

Pure unbridled rage filled me, and I strained against the curse harder than ever before. Don’t dare mock me witch, not after all you have taken from me, not after all you have prevented me from having in life.

“Careful sprite,” the witch warned, gathering her mossy skirts and sitting on the soft grass in front of me.

I shot her a dangerous look. I couldn’t bear it. The pain she had caused me, physical and emotional, and all for the sake of a few hours of harmless trespassing, a handful of strawberries and the simple pleasure of enjoying her flowers.

She watched my face carefully for a moment, and then looked past me into the distance, a dreamy and far away look on her face. “I was in love, once.”

All my rage evaporated at the look on her face.

She met my eyes. “She was everything to me. But her father discovered our love and demanded that she marry a man. I still saw her in secret but-” she stopped, and her eyes glistened. “One day she came to visit me here in the forest- my garden was her favourite place in the whole world, she used to say - but her husband had grown suspicious of us the way her father had done, and he barged into the house and found us kissing.” She paused for a long minute then, and took a deep breath before she continued. “He dragged her from the house and I fought him tooth and nail,” she smiled bitterly, “used every bit of my magic, but he threw me against a wall and I hit my head, hard. When I woke up, they were gone. I have no idea where she is or how to find her. I have searched for years.”

She looked at me, and I matched her gaze. I understood her pain, but how was entrapping me like this fair? Yes I had stolen from her, but should that cost me my life? My freedom? My love?

“I’ll give you one night,” the witch said, “one night to tell her you love her, or else my curse remains.”

Before I could even process her words, she snapped her bony crooked fingers and my eyes snapped shut.

I dreamt.

At first I thought nothing had changed, I was in the same spot I had stood for years, but then I looked down and realised I could move. I was sitting down. I had legs. I wasn’t rooted to the floor. I had my wings. I squealed with joy and the noise came hurtling upward from my throat and out of my parted lips. I gasped in shock and pure disbelief.

“My darling!”

My eyes darted upwards and there she was, hurtling towards me, wearing a smile which reached her beautiful eyes, dressed in all white with cherry blossoms embroidered across the bodice. Beautiful as a faerie.

My Queen.

She threw herself down into my arms, laughing, her hair falling into her eyes and her arms thrown loosely around my neck. Shock and pure delight ran through me as I held her. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. She met my eyes, smiling shyly, and I did what I had wanted so desperately to do since the day I first saw her. I kissed her. It was ever so gentle and soft and sweet, filled with pure love and sunlight. I felt more at home in her arms than I ever had. She held me so closely, and it felt so right, I was losing myself in her kiss…but there was something- something I had to remember….

The Queen woke up with a start. She had had the strangest dream.

My tree, she thought. My blackthorn tree… a nymph? How bizarre.

She rubbed at her eyes, stretching. It was late morning, and she was late going on her usual daily trip to the library. But as much as she loved her books, she was content to simply lay there in her beautiful nightgown, comfortable in her queenly four poster bed with all it’s silks and drapes. Besides, she couldn’t take her mind off of that dream… and the way the tree had looked the other day….

She could’ve sworn she saw a face in the bark, a feminine one, full of heartache and loneliness. The Queen decided she would investigate.

“Majesty?” A soft knock at the door.

“Yes? Come in.” The Queen sat up, corrected her posture, put the dream out of her mind for the moment.

She needn’t have worried, it was only Blair.

“I beg your pardon Majesty, I was just checking in on you. You don’t normally sleep in this late and- Oh, um-.” Blair flushed and immediately averted her gaze.

Her Majesty looked down. Oh. “Sorry Blair,” she said, flustered, tugging the neckline of her nightgown up.

Blair cleared her throat, still a bright shade of strawberry red, and said “I’ll see that breakfast is prepared for you.”

The Queen thanked her, but breakfast was the last thing on her mind. She had to get dressed, she had to go. She had to get to the forest, to her tree. She had no idea what her dream meant but she knew that it was important enough to take note of. She knew that much.

By midday she had eaten, was dressed and ready to go, but as she collected her basket and prepared to leave the castle, she came to find Blair blocking her exit.

“Blair? What’s going on?”

“Lockdown, Majesty. We have it on good authority that the Prince you refused to marry is threatening to do you harm. He is well known for his violent behaviour in other kingdoms but he will not get away with it here. No one goes in or out until he is captured.”

The Queen was torn. “Blair, I have to go to the forest.”

“Why?”

“It’s hard to explain, but I have to- I had this dream-”

“No.”

The Queen was taken aback. “What did you just say?”

“I cannot stand down where your safety is at risk. You appointed me Head of the Queen’s Guard. You put me in charge of your safety. I am simply fulfilling that duty. I swore an oath to always protect you. This is me keeping my promise.”

Awestruck, the Queen both admired Blair and was frustrated with her.

“You can go with me, you’ll keep me safe.”

“It’s too big a risk.”

“Blair, as your Queen I am giving you a direct order,” as she spoke the Queen seemed to regain confidence, drawing herself up to her full height, chin raised and authority in her voice, “you will allow me to leave the castle and I will take three guards with me. Surely one Prince is no match for three of our finest swordsman.”

“Forgive me, Majesty,” Blair spoke in a voice as cool as the steel of her blade, “but I don’t have to answer to you when it comes to your safety. Anything I deem as a threat to your person I have the authority to deal with as I see fit.”

Gobsmacked and frustrated, the Queen shot Blair a final pointed glare which said this argument wasn’t over, but turned her back on Blair and her set of guards to return to her library.

It was two days later that they caught him.

They found him in the castle kitchens, a bottle of poison in his satchel. The Prince had disguised himself as one of the servants, but Blair knew something wasn’t right the second she laid eyes on him. He was arrested, charged with attempts on the Queen’s life, and the date for his execution was set.

Little did I know that his execution would also be mine. When he had faced the guillotine they came for me, axes in hand.

They hacked at my ankles for what felt like hours, and then, finally, I fell. The witch watched, silent as the grave.

If I were born a blackthorn tree, I’d want to be felled by you, held by you; fuel the pyre of your enemies.

Dying now, feeling weaker by the second, they lay me on top of a pile of other blackthorns, and set us all alight. He burned with us, and through the flame I could see her.

She was with her knight, safe in the circle of the redhead’s arms, and instead of being jealous, I felt at peace. She was safe and happy now, and that was all that mattered.

I never did get to tell her I loved her, but at least I got to burn for her.

#this is 4 my gf :3 #its absolutely rubbish but she wanted it sjdfhksdjfhds #my writing #ellie #its based on that hozier lyric bc i love it n it reminds me of my gf sjfhsdf

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mrneighbourlove · 7 years

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Snake who Smiles: Ch 2. Party Crashers

Zemalocke sat in his bed drinking a nice glass of red wine. Under his covers was the resting frame of the woman he had just fucked for the past hour. A Lorleidian mother wanting to be able to afford bail for her husband, some man who dared work a second job without a permit. It really was all these savages were good for. He rubbed her tired head against his crotch, playing with her hair. Using his free hand as he took another sip, savouring the aged wine. A knock then came at his door. "Who is it?"

"It is I, baron." The messenger stood outside the room, not daring to enter unless permission was first given. "I have news from Hyrule I believe you will find most interesting."

Zemalocke looked down at his whore. She was out like a light, her body shaking from the fucking. "You may enter."

Stepping inside of the room, the messenger noticed the woman in the bed and failed to say anything for a brief moment before coming to his senses.

"... the queen is pregnant."

That took Zemalocke by surprise. After so many years she had finally produced a child. And he was so close to cracking down on the royal family to produce a Hylian Heir. Those goddamned animals! The Baron then smiled, and a thought occurring to him, takes another sip of his drink. He would not let Hyrule have another cycle of weakness. He had studied Lorleidians quite closely. They could not use their magic to their full effectiveness when pregnant. Zarazu was mighty, but with the proper execution, even she would fall. "Harry, was it? Please send a message to Councilmen Nappan. It is time to begin our plan."

Twins. The entire family was celebrating. Soon, a little boy and girl would be joining the Dragmire family. With each passing month, Zarazu's belly grew larger and larger. Soon enough, she was making jokes about feeling like a beached whale and eating everything in sight. It was not uncommon to see the queen snatching something from her husband's plate or the commander escorting her to the kitchen at all hours of the morning for tuna fish and ice cream. To include the entire kingdom in their joy, the retired king and queen had planned a banquet for the new heirs-to-be. Everyone was just beaming with energy and ready for the next generation to rule Hyrule.

"Zarazu, you've ate five ears of corn, don't you think that's enough?" Covarog teased her lightly. "You haven't even had dessert yet."

"No." Zarazu said with her mouth full. "Surrenda joo strawberrehs."

"How ladylike of you to speak with your mouth full of food."

She swallowed.

"Oh shut it, I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry."

"I'm eating for three."

Klinge shook his head. "That's no excuse to not act like a lady." He tore the piece of corn from her hands. She had enough. "You will feel sick. And you still need to address your guests."

"Hey! I wasn't done with that." The queen sulked as she wiped her mouth. "You want me to steal your strawberries too?" Zarazu huffed as she snatched away a chocolate coated berry and nearly drooled in delight. "These things are addictive."

"Let's go say hello to some of the visitors. I know Kanisa and Vidar are here with Kerugan. They're very excited for us." Covarog chuckled. "And of course, Ba'puu just had to say hello to 'puppy'."

Zarazu giggled at her dragon's nickname for Vidar.

"All right, all right, let's go." Zarazu tried once, then twice to heft herself out of the chair with little success. Finally, Covarog had to help pull her to her feet. That burgeoning belly was always in the way.

Klinge took the strawberry from her and studied the crowd. Spotting Vidar he gave a respectful nod. The warrior was quite formidable, and could prove he could fight for Kanisa.

"Goodness, how do you get around, Zarazu?" Kanisa asked as she balanced Kerugan on her hip. "And I thought carrying Kerugan was tough, I can't imagine two!"

"Let's just say I'll be happy when I can see my feet again and can put on my own shoes." Zarazu jested with a cheery smile, holding out her arms for little Kerugan. "Who's grown so big? Hm? Are you growing more and more like your big, fearsome daddy?"

"Yes..." Kerugan said bashfully as his aunt hugged him. "Mama says I might be bigger than him one day!"

"Maybe so, maybe so." Zarazu agreed as she gave her nephew back to Kanisa. "Maybe one day, you'll have your own dragon too, just like your mother."

"Ha! Na'seema is attached to him at the hip. You should see them play together." Kanisa told Zarazu with a laugh. "I'm sure she's glad to visit Ba'puu. I know she missed her father."

Klinge looked down at little Kerugan. How everyone could have children was beyond him. He made a light smile behind his helmet when he saw Kanisa. "Vidar, Kanisa. I trust you have been well?"

"Hn." Vidar just gave a nod of his head, not exactly one for festivities. He preferred the quiet over the loud chatter. Of course, that did not mean he was going to let his wife and son attend this merriment alone.

"We've been well. We're..." Kanisa giggled. "We're expecting a little one at the beginning of winter. The Dusas told me it was going to be a girl. I'm so delighted to know what the baby is going to be, that way I can start preparing again."

"Yeah! I'm gunna be a big brodder!" Kerugan grinned from ear to ear.

"A big brother to a little sister." Kanisa gently tickled Kerugan, earning a squeal from her son.

"That's good to hear. I'm proud of you." Klinge patted Kanisa's shoulder. "Make sure to keep your Shiekah training up. Are you teaching your son?"

"Of course, Kerugan is learning a bit more everyday, aren't you sweetie?"

"I like the axe."

"His favorite is the axe." Kanisa repeated to Klinge with a bright smile. "I tried to get him into daggers, but he's like his Papa. Axe or club." She rolled her eyes with a shake of her head. "Boys."

"Na'seema needs to get bigger so we can fly!" Kerugan told Zarazu. "Like your dragon!"

"Oh, sweetheart, you know dragons take a while to grow. Maybe one day I'll let you take a ride on Ba'puu, yes?" Zarazu said sweetly, earning a look of horror from Vidar. "... with your mother or father riding with you." She then added, knowing that Vidar was just nervous around the dragons.

"And when he's a man." Klinge added. He too, at the very least mistrusted dragons. And he knew all too well the situation of the Direnors.

"Ah, Princess Kanisa? Long-time no see." Klinge turned around to see the smug grin of Baron Zemalocke. He wore a fancy suit as always, this time with a ceremonial cape.

Zemalocke had always liked Orana and Kanisa. Even though they were Gerudo, they had always been divine, and their beauty had only grown with age.

"Baron." Kanisa curtsied, one hand extending the edge of her dress while the other balanced Kerugan. "I'm not sure if you were able to meet my husband, Vidar?" She gestured to the Direnor, who had his arms crossed, looking intimidating as ever. "We're visiting for the party and look forward to the birth of the twins."

"I smell a rat." Vidar told Kanisa in his language, his nose allowing him to smell how twisted Zemalocke's demeanor was. "I want you to stay away from him."

Zarazu, with her magical spell to lift language barriers, nearly choked on her drink at Vidar's words, trying not to laugh. She passed it off as drinking her juice too fast, fanning her face lightly.

"Sorry, it went down the wrong pipe."

"Ah, I apologize, Vidar's still learning the Hylian language and customs." Kanisa knew exactly what her husband said, knowing full well he could speak Hylian by now. Though, not everyone had to know that. "He hopes you are faring well and is glad you could attend the celebration."

Baron Zemalocke took a sip of his drink. For a moment he locked gazes with the giant brute. He didn't need a translator to know what he said was disrespectful. And what a waste on Kanisa's part. Still, at least out of all her siblings, she had the most class. "...Indeed. Nice to have you back from the clutches of that savage, frozen undead wasteland. We worry about your health Princess Kanisa."

"Oh, it's far from a wasteland, Baron." Kanisa replied with all the elegance and grace of the court at first. "It's beautiful. You really should travel more often. I'm sure Glacier's Forge in the spring time would be a sight for anyone to see. As far as savage, well..." She shrugged her shoulders, not giving a damn. "Only the biased and ignorant would think that. Excuse me, Kerugan needs to be put to bed." And with that, she walked off into the crowd, in the direction of the bedchambers, Vidar following close behind.

"And not a single fuck was given that day." Zarazu said into Covarog's ear in her native language, earning a snicker from the king. Then in Hylian, she laughed. "I do think the hormones are getting to Kanisa as well, don't you, my dearest?"

"Well, Vidar informed me of her famous mood swings when pregnant..."

Baron Zemalocke looked towards Zarazu, having another sip of his drink. "So. You two actually managed to produce not one, but two children. You must be so happy."

"As Ganondorf proclaimed to everyone in the castle, a dynasty." Covarog chuckled, smug as ever as he pulled Zarazu closer. He gently kissed her forehead. "A son and a daughter. Only my wife, a powerful, witty, beautiful, Lorleidian could do such a thing."

"You flatter me, husband."

"I speak only the truth, love."

Zemalocke gritted his teeth together with a wide smile of disgust. "Enjoy it. Being a parent is such a joy. Here's hoping you don't have a miscarriage." Zemalocke left the couple, getting a nod from the councilmen. The assassins were in place, ready to cause chaos and take out this trash for good.

"Well, that went as well as I thought it would go." Covarog walked arm in arm with his wife back to their table. It was hard for her to stand for long with all that pressure on her back.

"He's an ass and he'll get what's coming to him one day."

One of the waiters had a large cloth hiding his firearm. He nodded to his fellow companions. Making a quick turn he fired at Zarazu with a hidden crossbow.

Covarog saw the movement out of the corner of his eye. He moved to pull Zarazu out of the way, the arrow avoiding her chest area but still nicking her shoulder. The queen yelped in surprise as she was literally plastered in a corner, Covarog and Klinge standing in front of her. Ralnor saw the commotion and ushered Cass out of the room with his children before going to his brother's aid. Vidar was returning to present his gift to the unborn children after helping Kanisa put Kerugan to bed and saw the man with the weapon. Without thinking twice, the huge Direnor tackled the imposter.

The first assassin jerked about underneath Vidar, desperate to get away from him. He pulled the arrow from his bow and attempted to stab at him.

Two assassins in front of Zarazu and her bodyguards drew their crossbows fully and fired another volley. Klinge had his shield up by now, and after having bolts bounce off, conjured a spear and impaled on of the assassins through the chest. The other reloaded as two new assassins came from each side of Covarog, swinging up at him with hidden blades.

Far above on a balcony one last assassin aimed her bow at Zarazu. Licking her lips the sniper took aim. "Goodnight your highness." She finished her pray and let the arrow fly.

The party was in chaos, people running in every direction. Vidar was easily able to crack the first assassin's arm and pinned him to the floor before snapping his neck. Direnors never took any prisoners. Covarog turned and sliced clean through another assassin while Ralnor crept up behind the other and slit his throat. The commotion nearly overwhelmed Zarazu, but she still possessed that sixth sense for detecting danger. Seeing the arrow coming from the sniper, the queen was able to form a wall of ice around herself for protection. It was the most she could do since she could not move properly to fight.

The sniper cursed to herself as Zarazu protected herself. How the hell was magic fair? She got up from her position and prepared a bomb arrow. "Let's see you get through this."

Klinge cut through any assassin that dared come close to his Queen. And blows made against him were ineffective. One way or another. The Black Knight tried to make it as less messy as possible. Although that didn't stop him from decapitating one of the assassins.

Zemalocke watched from a safe distance as the mayhem unfolded. It was interesting to study the combat capabilities of all his vile enemies, and just as predicted, Zarazu was not at her 100%. Taking a sip of his wine he tapped his rapier in case the assassins got any funny ideas. They were after all not directly hired by him. He smiled when he saw the sniper let her explosive arrow fly.

Covarog kept the assassins back from his wife. Of all times for someone to attack, it had to be at the celebration. He figured this was literally how to crash a party. Ralnor was keeping track of everyone's movements, trying to pinpoint where the true culprit was. Where was the sniper? It was imperative to take down the sniper. Vidar was pummeling some of the other enemies into a bloody pulp. However, when the exploding arrow hit the ice, it caused Covarog, Ralnor, and Klinge to go flying forward, knocking Zarazu backwards into the wall with a harsh grunt.

Zemalocke had to do everything in his power to not overly change his observation and cheer. The three pitiful Gerudo rats had been knock away from the ice queen. Too bad they were too physically big to simply roll with the knock back.

Klinge groaned. In the smoky haze of the explosion he made out another assassin sneaking up on Zarazu. "Queen Zarazu!"

As he dashed to protect her, another assassin blocked his progress, locking in combat with him. How many of these damn people were there?!

The assassin smiled as he came behind the Queen. "Too easy." He prepared to swing down on her with a halberd he took from one of the walls.

Zarazu was slightly dazed from getting slammed into the wall, though she was able to regain her senses. As the assassin brought down the halberd, Zarazu coated one arm with her ice, blocking it. She was still pinned against the wall, one arm keeping the blade back while the other over her large stomach. This person would not hurt her babies. She was not able to fight like normal, but she would still try. Her foot collided with the assassin’s knee to try to get him to go down.

"Covarog!!!" Zarazu hated feeling defenseless, but even she knew when to ask for help. "Klinge!!!!"

The assassin grunted as Zarazu kicked him. "Just die you god damn-" He was cut off as Klinge grabbed him by the neck, lifted into him into the air, and stabbed him through the heart. He threw the body violently at one of the other assassin's, the weight of the dead man breaking the cut throats legs. The assassin crawled right towards the exit, running into Vidar. He didn't last long.

Zemalocke was annoyed. The 'Deadly 25' wasn't panning out too well. ‘End these fools already', he thought, pouring himself another glass.

Klinge looked around, killing the last few assassins with the King and Prince. Only one of these bastards, if they were unlucky enough, would live to answer for this. One assassin nicked him with his blade, causing the attacker to laugh.

"Hahaha! You can feel it can't you? The poison through your veins. It acts instantly. A fine coating for my blade. Perhaps you can scream for me as your final act!"

Klinge looked at him deadpan, a solid blink. The silence made the assassin uneasy after a moment.

"You don't know me do you?"

"Why aren't you dying? Gasp for air! Fall to your knees!"

Klinge walked towards his stunned attacker and delivered a swift blow to the neck. The assassin gasped as his throat was sliced open and his blood leaked out. With a gurgle he fell to the floor.

"You can't poison the dead."

The sniper meanwhile took aim, up high on a balcony, behind Zarazu's field of view. "Smile, you bitch."

Vidar had made his way up onto the balcony, having been able to root out the assassin with his nose. It was really beneficial to be a Direnor sometimes. Just as the sniper started to take aim again, Vidar grabbed the assassin and wrestled the weapon away from her. Unfortunately in doing so, the arrow struck the chandelier, causing the chain holding it in place. It fell directly in the path of Zarazu.

Zemalocke eyes lit up like diamonds. The pretender to the throne, squashed like the ant she was, how appropriate. However, like a Queen ant, she had soldiers ready to die for her. Klinge tackled Zarazu, holding her close as he fell to the floor. "You ok?"

Zarazu released a most undignified squeal as Klinge tackled her out of harm's way. The hard armor of his was not exactly comfortable but it was still preferred more so than the weight of the chandelier. Out of instinct, both of her hands were over her belly, protecting her twins.

"I think so." Zarazu breathed shakily. "Is everyone else okay?"

The sniper realized she had failed her mission and her entire team was dead. "You and everyone else can go to hell!" She threw a handful of blinding, stinging powder towards Vidar and ran as fast as she could away. No one was going to catch her.

Vidar yowled as the powder stung his eyes, but Ralnor, like the spy master he was, had plans. As the sniper tried to run away, he hit her in the leg with one of his daggers. There was a special coat of paralyzing poison on the blade to keep her from running too far.

The Sniper yet out a yelp as the dagger hit her. Her run turned into a jog, her jog a walk, then her walk a drag, until finally her legs gave out. She tried to crawl away with her arms, until she bumped into a very angry Gerudo mother who was able to keep her still with a foot placed firmly on her back. "No. Let...go..."

"You attack one member of my family, you get to deal with the whole family." Orana kept her foot on the assassin with Corsaire and his crew scouting the rest of the castle for any other suspicious persons. Vidar went to check on Kanisa after Zarazu washed the powder off his eyes. Ralnor and the spies were also searching for any other culprits. Covarog stayed beside of his wife, checking her over for any injuries. Luckily, there was only a small cut, noticeable by the tear on the gown, on her shoulder.

"Love, are you sure you're all right? We should get Doctor Boveir to check you out just in case."

Zemalocke looked over the carnage and sighed. So a direct attack didn't pan out. Foolish assassins. They deserved to die for their failure. And even if they interrogated the woman he wasn't worried. She had no connection to him, and there was no physical evidence linking the Baron to Councilmen Nappan. He smiled broadly when Ralnor and the rest spotted him, merely swirling his drink.

"You... you wretched, spiteful, son of a bitch!" Ralnor walked over to Zemalocke, grabbing the man by the front of his collar. "You planned this!"

"Ralnor, what are you doing?!" Covarog was completely taken aback by his brother's sudden rage. It was not like Ralnor to lose his temper so easily.

"I don't have any proof but I will find you out eventually! Snakes like you can't hide in the grass forever!"

Zemalocke, completely in his right was enjoying Ralnor's rage, right up until he grabbed him. His skin crawled at the desert rat’s touch. None touched him unless given the privilege and order to do so. He slammed his hands down on Ralnor's arms, giving him a push away. "Unhand me cur! You think I planned this? Please, if I wanted the crown dead, I'd come up with a far better scheme. Waitress assassins? Such pathetic accusations.” Zemalocke tapped his rapier, ready for a fight if needed. Turning his head he smiled smugly at Covarog. "I think you best pull your brother back Covarog, least he gets hurt biting his tongue from tripping over himself. Wouldn't want him to cry again. And a snake Ralnor? You know snakes devour rats right?" Zemalocke thought back to those wonderful moments of Ralnor crying like a baby in front of him back in their youth.

Klinge was behind Ralnor,wanting to crush the Baron into tiny pieces and scatter his ashes to the wind, but they had no proof. Yet.

"Ralnor, let it go, we can't put this bastard away without any proof."

"You saw him sitting there, gloating about this whole situation! Are you not angry?!"

"Of course I'm angry! She's my wife, she's carrying my children!"

"Then the culprit needs to have his head on a stick!"

"We can't charge him without proof."

"When are we ever going to find proof? That son of a bitch has been plotting against us for years!"

"I know, he's the snake in the garden, the rat in the walls, and the fly in our soup, but what the hell can we do without solid proof?!"

"Covarog, Ralnor... not here..." Zarazu held onto Covarog's arm. While she had bruises and was a little battered, the queen was all right.

Zemalocke shook his head smugly, a hand going to face as he chuckled. "Oh ho ho ho ho. How savage of you Ralnor, but not surprising. Gloating? I was just having a drink. And I think if you want to go on about analogies Covarog my favourite is the dagger in your back, but that's just me." Zemalocke finishes his drink and places it down on the table. "Well it has been a wonderful party, quite the show indeed. Maybe you two should learn to channel that pitiful anger you feel. You should throw another event like this soon. Could do without the assassins though. If I were you I'd fire your event coordinator." The Baron takes in the faces of all those as he walks away, chuckling to himself. "And once again, congratulations on the babies..."

Klinge sulked the dungeon back and forth. Hours upon hours he had tortured the assassin. When she gave a first name it was a councilman. To Klinge's absolute fury when he moved to arrest him, the councilmen commuted suicide. No connection to Zemalocke had been made. He was sure the assassin knew something. Perhaps Ralnor's methods could produce something.

Ralnor tried every trick he knew in the book to get the assassin to confess that this was all Zemalocke's plan. However, she kept repeating over and over that it was Councilman Nappan who hired her after begging for mercy. While Klinge was good at breaking bones, Ralnor was better at breaking down the mind. Frustrated with his results, he slammed his dagger into the table covered in weaponry.

"Not one utterance about Zemalocke..."

Klinge sighed in deep, angry disappointment. "The bastard. If she really has nothing, then we have no link to him on this..."

"Zemalocke will slip in eventually. I just... I wish I had something now." Ralnor groaned as he rubbed his forehead. "If something would have happened to Zarazu and the twins, Covarog would have been crushed...

"Agreed. And the worst part is, all we can do is just sit and wait for the next attempt."

"Unfortunately so." Ralnor hated feeling like he was trapped between a rock and a hard place. It was not like him to be so worried. "I know you've already upped security. I'll plant a few spies on Zemalocke."

Klinge nodded in simple agreement. "Think our current captive will hold any more use?"

"I doubt it." Ralnor shook his head. "She's told us what she knows."

"So you want to kill her or leave as one of 'practice dummies'?"

"I think I'll leave the decision to you. You usually have a better use for them than I do, anyhow." Ralnor started to exit the dungeon. "I'm counting on you to keep Zarazu safe. If we lose her, we lose Covarog."

Covarog hardly left Zarazu's side since the assassination attempt. The king thought the next attempt might be when she was giving birth. He had strict orders throughout the medical team that not one word was to spread of when Zarazu's labor started. The whole ordeal was taxing his nerves.

"Please come to bed, love." Zarazu told Covarog as she patted the side of the mattress next to her. She tried to keep him calm but it was difficult. "Everything will be okay... the twins will be here soon and we'll be parents. We still have to think of names, you know."

"... you don't know that for sure, Zarazu." Covarog said lowly as he finally sat on the mattress. "I worry. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"I know, I know, but we have allies too." Zarazu held his hand, smiling at him. "And I didn't let Vul'kar take me down, did I? I'll be all right... and Klinge will stay with me while I rest so you can attend to matters."

Kelly and the other royal guards finished making their rounds. "King Covarog, Queen Zarazu, I trust you are well? After a tight inspection no one has booby-trapped any of the rooms in a 100 meter radius of your courters."

"I am fine, Captain Kelly, thank you for checking up on me." Zarazu smiled as Kelly entered the chambers. There was to be round the clock guards outside of the door. The queen was not to be left alone at any moment. She would have company even while she slept, while she walked in the gardens, even when she ate her meals. Patting her belly, Queen Zarazu had to press a heel out of her side. "The twins are all right as well, they're doing somersaults in there."

Kelly chuckled at that. "Nice of you to be cracking jokes. You'll probably die with a pun being your final words knowing you."

"Hrm, I think I'd rather die by an orgasm, thank you very much." Zarazu joked with Kelly. "In the throw of rapture with my husband."

"Zarazu, please..." Covarog coughed, his face a little flushed. The hormones were making her more straightforward than usual.

Kelly blushed a little as well but rolled with it. "I think that's the libido talking. So, you able to stretch out well enough with that belly?"

"Stretch? I can't even see my toes." Zarazu wiggled her toes underneath the blanket for emphasis. "I'll be glad when I can walk again, not waddle." She sulked lightly. "I feel like a beached whale."

"Love, you still look as beautiful as ever." Covarog assured her.

"Hm-hm, says the man who has been asking me if my tits are going to stay this big."

"What? They're soft!"

"They're tender!"

"Oh Covarog you naughty boy." Kelly teased the King.

"She's the naughty one." Covarog muttered under his breath.

"Will you tell Klinge that I'm all right, Kelly? I don't want him to worry either." Zarazu asked the captain with a smile. "You know how he is."

"We'll definitely have to alert him when you go into labor. It could be within the upcoming weeks." Covarog told Kelly. "I'll need you and Tulilad to keep the castle running properly until it is over. I don't trust anyone well enough like I do you three to keep her safe."

"Of course your majesty. Will do our best." Because if we don’t, the entire kingdom will weep.

#Klinge #Zarazu #Covarog #Zemalocke #Ralnor #ridersoftheapocalypse #Collab

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xcheybaby · 7 years

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Grace

Disclaimer: Some names of people and places have been changed for privacy reasons

“Cheyenne!”

I turn around and a long-haired little girl comes barreling across the room and into my arms. I hug her as tight as I do every Wednesday night when I come to the town;s humble church to tutor my favorite first grader. The large meeting place turned cafeteria has large round tables with folding chairs filling the space. The small windows toward the top of the walls don’t let in much light, but the bright LED bulbs make up for the absence of natural light.

“How have you been, Grace? I missed you this week,” I tell her. She giggles and tells me that she missed me too.

“I made you something at school today!” She exclaims.

“Oh, you did? What is it?”

“It’s a surprise. Close your eyes.” I close them as tight as I can and I hear her digging around in her backpack. Finally, the rustling of papers stop and she taps my shoulder to let me know I can open my eyes. I open them and in front of me is a hand drawn picture of two girls, one tall and one short.

“It’s me and you!” she says as she hands it to me. “I made it during free time at school. My teacher helped me spell the words.” I look at the top of the page and “I love you this much” was scrawled in her sloppy handwriting.

“See, my arms are out like this because I love you thiiiisss much.” She holds out her arms for another hug. I hug her tight once more. This is the last time I'll see Grace and I don't know how to tell her. The Study Buddy program is coming to an end for the school year, and I won’t be able to volunteer again next year. I decide that I won't tell her until it is absolutely necessary. My heart breaks at the possibility that I won't see my little Grace again. I can feel the sting in my nose as I fight back the tears.

"Come on, let's go get some dinner, okay?" I pull away from her so she can't hear my sniffling.

"It's mac and cheese today!"

I remember the shy and scared little girl who was assigned to me for Study Buddies at the local church at the beginning of the school year. I remember praying for a girl when they were reading the names off on that first night. I mean, I would have been happy either way, but something about tutoring a young girl made me excited. I wanted to be a role model for her. And plus, all the young boys in this program were bouncing off the walls 24/7. I didn’t think I could handle their never ending energy for very long. But when they called my name and I walked up to the front of the room and saw Grace, my heart immediately felt both elated and saddened at the same time. I was ecstatic that I was assigned a her, but she was so scared that first day. Unlike many of the other kids who had been a part of this program for a while, this was her first day, too. The program leader, Val, introduced me to this very nervous looking child.

“Cheyenne, this is Miss Grace.” Val placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “And Grace, this is your new study buddy, Miss Cheyenne.” Grace stared at her feet. “Why don’t you say hi to her.”

Without glancing up, Grace spoke in the quietest voice, “Hello, Miss Cheyenne.” I bent down to her level and smiled. “You can just call me Cheyenne if you want.” Grace looked up at me for an instant and then back down at the floor.

“Okay.” She said.

Watching her now, bouncing through the meal line, talking with all of the other first and second graders at a million miles an hour, smiling, laughing, it’s like she is a completely different girl. She is much more outgoing and confident than when I first met her. I’d like to take some credit for that. It makes my heart full to see her so happy and unafraid. After getting her tray, she practically spills her juice fast-walking back to our table.

“Be careful,” I warn her, but I can’t hide my laughter.

“I’m sorry, mac ‘n cheese is just my favorite and I couldn’t wait!” She flashes the brightest smile as she shoves the first spoonful into her mouth. “Aren’t you gonna get some?” She mumbles through her cheese filled mouth.

“I already ate before I came,” I answer her. She shrugs and continues eating her meal.

I hadn’t eaten before. Truth is, I was too nervous to eat. Trying to figure out what to say and when to tell her that I probably wouldn’t see her for a while, if ever, left my stomach churning. She finishes her last bite as Val claps her hands.

“Okay everyone, time to get started. Let’s all throw our plates away, please.” I grab Grace plate for her and stand up.

“I’ll get this tonight. Just grab your backpack and we’ll go pick a spot upstairs to do your work, okay?” She complies and we make our way up the stairs to the kids rooms. Our favorite couch is taken tonight and Grace pouts. “Ugh, I wanted to sit there!”

“Hey, it’s okay. We have to give some other kids a turn on the couch, right? We can’t hog it every week.” She sighs and picks a table on the other side of the room, near the coloring station. This girl loves to color. Every time we finish her homework and reading, she makes a beeline to the coloring station to get some crayons and paper. The church didn’t have coloring books, so I’d draw the outlines of trees, or stars, or farm animals, and she would color them in.

For that past Christmas, I had spent hours upon hours making a special gift for her. She had told me once that she didn’t have any coloring books or crayons at home, and that gave me an idea. I stayed up for hours the night before I saw her for the Study Buddy Christmas party, drawing outlines of scenes for her to color in and even printing out some free Disney coloring pages I had found online. I compiled them all into a book, bought her a huge pack of crayons (you know, the 64 pack with the sharpener on the back — the one all the cool kids had), and wrapped it all up with a big bow. She opened it the next evening and she was confused. I had to read the cover of her new coloring book out loud before she understood what it was.

“It says ‘Grace’s Coloring Book.’” I pointed out each word as I read them aloud to her. Her eyes lit up and she squealed with delight. She put the book down carefully and wrapped her thin arms around me as tight as she could.

“It’s perfect,” she whispered to me.

That was about five months ago and since then, we’ve colored a page together every Wednesday night. Each page a collaboration between the two of us. When the book was all colored up, I bought her a new one. And when the book was all colored up, I bought her a new one. Each page a collaboration between the two of us. I’ve been lucky enough to receive a page or two from her as presents and I proudly hang them in my dorm room.

But tonight, we will not be coloring. Grace has an ungodly amount of math homework for a first grader. “What are these teachers thinking?” I think to myself. I help her through the math as best as I can, because sometimes I even struggle with first grade level mathematics. Then it’s on to geography. I help her identify all the states she has learned so far and she tells me their capitols.

After we finish her last page of work, she zips up her backpack and then looks at me with a gigantic smile. I know what she wants. I turn around to the bookshelf behind me and pluck out the same book we read together every Wednesday night, Where do Balloons Go?. We take turns reading each page out loud. She struggles with a particularly large word, and I help her sound it out.

“Sk-” I say. She repeats

“-eye”, “-eye”

“-scer”, “-scer”

“-ape”, “-ape”

“-er!” she finishes. “I remember now! It says skyscraper!” She giggles and continues onto the next line.

It’s amazing how far she’s come since she first started. Before I started tutoring Grace, she was below her grade level in reading. She could hardly read any of the books the church had in their small children’s library. I had to scour the shelves for something for her to start with. Now, I’m not crediting myself for teaching her to read, but I could tell she wasn’t getting any help from anyone else. Her teacher had too many students to be able to focus on Grace specifically. Her mother has two other kids, another on the way, and is too busy to help her with school work. I think I was the only one available. Having the appreciation for reading that I do, I was happy to help this young girl become a more efficient and passionate reader. By the time our tutoring was over, she had caught up with the other students and was now equal with them in level and able to join their reading group instead of being assigned an easier book all by herself. I was so proud of her. I still am.

Hearing her read words she had struggled so much with only a few months ago fills my heart with joy. She celebrates every word she learns and every book she completes. This book, Where do Balloons Go?, was even more special for one other reason. It had stickers. And not only normal stickers, but they were, as Grace called them, “magic stickers.” They could be removed and reused over and over again. This meant that every time she successfully read the book, she’s allowed to play with the stickers in the back of the book. She was able to create her own story with these stickers and it’s always a really fun way to end the night.

Val comes up the stairs and announces that since this was the last Study Buddy session for the school year, we will be taking a group photo in the gymnasium. I suck in a sharp breath and hold it in for a few seconds. I was having so much fun reminiscing my time with Grace and reading with her that I had almost completely forgotten. This is my last night with her. My class schedule for the following school year does not leave room for the weekly Wednesday night Study Buddy hour..

She grabs my hand and says, “Come on, we have to get a good spot!” I let her pull me along and the other leaders usher us to our spots for the photo. We are two of the first people to be placed in our spots which means we had a little time to wait before the photo was taken.

“Cheyenne,” Grace says in her smallest voice.

“Yes?”

“Are you coming back when I go back to school next year?” She looks up at me and waits for my answer. Damn her puppy dog eyes.

“I’m not sure,” I lie. I knew I wouldn’t be back, but I didn’t — no, couldn’t — admit that to her. I didn’t want to leave her without hope. But, I knew that wasn’t fair to her. Tears well up in the corner of my eyes and threaten to spill over.

“It’s okay, Cheyenne. I’ll miss you, too.” She hugs me and buries her face into my side. I bend down and hug her back tightly. In the last moments I spent with Grace, a flood of thoughts overrun my mind. This girl has impacted me infinitely more than I ever thought imaginable. Grace has taught me that I should never give up and to work through my problems even if I become frustrated. As I watched her overcome her obstacles with reading, she taught me how to overcome my own struggles. She taught me what it’s like to love someone else and that friendship can come from all people of different sizes and ages. Grace will always have a place in my heart no matter where I am. And as the photograph is taken, Grace whispers, “I love you, Cheyenne,” and I swear every muscle in my heart breaks.

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The strange melody emanating from the other room was beautiful and probably ancient. Ariadne had stopped drinking over a minute ago, and was now dancing to her own melody. She was very fast and equally graceful. I found her altogether terrifying. There was no known way to combat her magic if she were to become homicidal, and being Aaliyah’s aunt crushed the faint hope of striking first. Who would emerge from that door: the kind healer or the butcher of an army?

The door slammed open and what shot out of the room was neither healer nor butcher. The ancientness seemed to have been left behind as this two-thousand-year-old woman giggled, dancing rapidly across the ground. As she danced, decorations started to cover the wall beyond her as if the house itself was attempting to partake in her joy. How could someone who could do this be stopped?

“Boss-man, sir, you should probably get them to the forest.” commented Aaliyah with a smile as she watched her aunt dance.

“But the sun…” I reminded her.

“Is setting and won’t even bother her slightly at the moment. Better hurry.”she insisted.

James seemed to notice the decorations at last. He darted to the fairy, staring at her for a fraction of a second before grabbing Ariadne’s hand. The moment the fairy flew into his pocket, James seemed to tug against Ariadne to no avail as she danced around him. I moved to help, grabbing Ariadne’s other hand. We needed to hurry before the house was transformed instead of decorated. I banished my protections, imagined us heading to the forest together, and projected the image.

She finally moved. Despite our speed, a very obvious trail was left in our wake, filled with balloons, streamers, confetti, and other decorations fit for a history museum in their antiquated style. Knowing the ease with which Ariadne could transform and mend flesh, I could imagine how easily destroying someone would be for her. The possibilities for aiding and ending life were merely bound by her imagination, an imagination with the past two thousand years of experience to draw upon. What could my family do if she ever moved against us?

The moment we stepped into the forest, the fey responded to Ariadne’s presence. I felt their recognition in the hundreds of images coming to us. Raine had joined us, smiling and dancing, though keeping an obvious distance from Ariadne. The forest around us became adorned with decorations not seen in millennia, finely crafted in a way that made them seem grown into being. Emma could probably make a business out of selling these if she chose to learn the patterns.

Joining Ariadne’s radiance was a dust-like coating that came to rest across the forest, creating pinpricks of light all around us. Prisms appeared, casting rainbows in every direction. Odder yet, my head felt fuzzy, but I felt jubilant. Some part of me knew that I was being affected by Ariadne’s magic, but I wanted to dance and celebrate with the others. The fey were here, and my other friends were coming.

Long wooden tables appeared around us, fully decorated and laden with a tremendous variety of foods. The fey weren’t even startled, simply grabbing up food while continuing their dance. They shared with us thoughts of other parties, wild and beautiful. I stopped resisting my urges and grabbed James for a dance.

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“Raine, beat them there. One of us should witness this.” suggested Aaliyah with a smile.

I stopped hesitating and dashed after the trio, leaving the others behind. I followed the trail, carefully examining both the familiar and unusual decorations. Fighting the icky feeling Ariadne’s magic gave me was a profound happiness, like being dipped into a vat of joy and letting it suffuse me.

When I arrived in the forest, I felt all of the minds reaching out and let their happiness add to my own. These beings weren’t bothered by a monster crossing into their realm, they only cared about this moment in which a party was being held. There was no past or future concerns as they wanted to make the most of the present. To them, Ariadne was a missing part of their community finally reunited.

I was slowly dancing in time with the music as I wandered through the mindscapes of place these fey had seen. The pace of their thoughts elated me. With hundreds of minds sending images, feelings, and desires to me, things were slightly less slow-pace than normal. I had time to treasure each one individually before focusing on others. For the first time, a forest was added to my mental fortress, a place to remember this moment with these wonderful creatures.

Food appeared sometime later, and I swore to try each and every type as the aromas caught up to my sight. Some of the fruity drinks were fermented while others seemed to be the most perfect examples of freshly squeezed juice. There were also several types of milk. At least, I was fairly certain those were each milk. I didn’t know the scents well enough to know what the differences were.

Surprisingly, the animals weren’t running. I could smell them nearby and occasionally caught sight of them prancing along. Were they as captivated by this as me?

Long after the others joined us, I found myself questioning whether or not a monster such as myself had any right to be this happy. Not one person here seemed to hold my presence against me, despite knowing what I am. I knew the fey could sense my nature, I felt their knowledge in the thoughts they shared, but they only cared about the joy they felt dancing with me. Was this really okay?

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When I first saw Ariadne, I was excited. Meeting an elder vampire was a treat that surpassed Papa’s tales of them. I wasn’t prepared for her magic. She was literally a radiant being when she chose, and the light burned as keenly as sunlight, making me grateful as ever for Portentia’s presence.

I felt slightly guilty at making Portentia wait a minute for me to feed, but she didn’t seem to care. The girl continuously surprised me with her clear raison d’être and nonchalant pride in her role as a hero. If there were others with power like hers, I doubted they’d be half as humble.

After thanking Portentia, I lagged behind long enough to touch some of the new decorations, surprised that they weren’t an illusion even as I smelled the natural scents of some. Power such as this was absurdly useful.

While I considered the childish uses I’d have for such a gift, I followed the long trail of decorations. One step was the difference between the real world and a crazy forest of music, light, and gaiety. Catching scents on the wind, I added a banquet to the list. I couldn’t begin to comprehend the magic around me. The barrier around this forest was immense, and the amount of residual energy around me made the outside world seem like a desert compared with this verdant forest.

In under a minute, I was swept away into the party, high on the merriment even more so than my modest consumption of Portentia’s blood. The foods were incredible, the drinks were divine, and the company was intense.

Over the course of a seemingly endless dance, I was kissed by Emma, laughed with Brandon, and danced with… well, everyone! Seeing Alma act so carefree was bewildering, like meeting a talking dog, thought here might be one of those too in this forest. Some of the creatures were incredibly similar to humans. Others seemed all the stranger due to their similarities. Then there were ones who occasionally resembled a human before becoming something else entirely. Even as they transformed, the fey danced with complete ease. Were parties like this once common when the fey roamed the lands?

Catching a fey’s thoughts about pranking another of its kind, I laughed. Before I could respond, James appeared with Alma.

“The sun’s rising.” he warned.

I sighed and asked “Already?” Only as I looked around did I realize I had absolutely no clue where I was in relation to the house. “Which way is the house? I seem to be a little lost.”

“That way.” stated Alma as she pointed. She was still smiling from the night’s merriment and seemed far closer to my age than normal.

“We need to make sure Ariadne’s aware, or we’d show you.” added James apologetically.

I doubted Ariadne needed help after what I saw tonight, but I didn’t argue. Someone was running toward me.

“I’ll see that she gets there, master.” stated Mila after arriving. “I don’t believe the fey wish any of us to go.”

James laughed and said, “Probably not.” Then he took off with Alma in a blur of motion.

“Shall we?” asked Mila, gesturing in the same direction Alma had pointed.

“Yes. Thank you.” I told her with a smile. I was very, very thankful to have Mila back with us.

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“Sorry to bother you, but did you realize the sun is rising?” questioned James after he arrived with Alma.

I nodded and said, “Of course, child, I was born far before alarm clocks. Shouldn’t you make sure the young one… Cosette, was it? Shouldn’t you make sure she’s indoors?”

“She is already on her way. We simply didn’t want anything to happen to you.” insisted Alma.

I feigned surprise as I looked the two over. Then I said, “My, my… you seem a bit more lively than last time I met you. Did you and James have a bit of fun out in the woods?” With a wink and a smirk, I enjoyed seeing Alma turn bright red.

“No, we most certainly did not do anything indecent.” she insisted.

I knew, of course. I would’ve been able to tell her if she’d be pregnant had they, even ensuring it if she wished to be. Even after this party the likes of which hadn’t been seen for an age, she underestimated me.

I sighed and said, “Live a few lifetimes, and you’ll see what is considered decent change over and over. Aaliyah, make sure everyone gets inside before anything indecent happens.”

My niece grinned as she told me “Of course, Auntie!”

With those words, all was well. The entire world wasn’t a match for my niece’s whims, and her given word was as absolute as her existence.

I dashed to the house, catching sight of the first rays of dawn, and I smiled. Seeing my friends again was such a treat that I could die happy on this spot, though I knew I’d be missed. I hurried inside, already wanting to tell Vito and his brothers of this discovery. Why hadn’t my niece told me sooner? Perhaps her fey whimsy was even stronger than I liked to believe.

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marshallhawkins666 · 6 years

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Sexism; or My Attempt to Score Feminist Points with the Ladies; or Getting Distracted and Ranting About Corporate America Without Any Research!

(Disclaimer, if it seems like I’m being sarcastic I probably am.)

It seems like we’re all posting all over social media and all over our lives about how good we are as people. Anytime we’re posting shit on these platforms it’s usually some form of bragging. Fine. I get it. Check me out. Karen likes this. Oooo Ted comments ‘this is problematic racist because you called that guy black’. And so on whatever. We’re all posting all this shit about how fucked up it is that police brutalize these people and rich white guys are raping these people or how this chick keeps lying about being raped and this Mom is a terrible parent cuz her kid is pissing on a picture of Obama. So we gotta get the Republicans cuz they’re all heartless ghouls. Or gotta get those Libtards trying to take my guns and spreading Gay Communism to my children! Not great examples but you get it.

It’s not fucking brave to be like ‘I, the straight white male think women are equal!’ or ‘I think black people are just as good as white people! Cops shouldn’t shoot unarmed black males!’. How fucking bold. Wow. Good job. You’re a real hero. Or heroine. See I’m not sexist.

And we walk around going he’s a sexist because he said cunt! He’s a racist because he said the n-word! We’re acting like three year olds telling on each other for cursing. And then we keep walking like we have this imaginary sash and a crown that says ‘Not-racist, not-sexist, see? because i can tell who somebody is based on a word they used! And i never use those words! Can i buy you a drink? I’m pure! ooo weee women are greeeeaaat’ Like if i just write the word nigger right here that means i’m racist right? I must really hate black people. That word is magic. It transforms you into a slave owner mentality monster. That’s silly. It’s never one word. It’s the context. It’s the meaning and intent behind the word. Censorship is fucking dumb. Censoring art is even worse. There was a communist revolution once and they destroyed all religious art. That’s dumb. That’s so misguided.

The truth is sometimes we’re all sexist, racist, homophobic. Sometimes on accident! Admit it! That’s not even the point. The point is to recognize it and learn from it and grow as a person and don’t act on these made up stereotypes society and media put in your brain. Also admit when you’re racist! One time I called one of my black friends, one of my other black friends name. That was racist of me. I fucked up. I didn’t mean to. I was an idiot and racist in that moment probably. And then evaluate yourself! Have empathy!! Sheesh.

It seems to me we’re all seeing horrible things happening and we instantly make them about ourselves. We instantly put ourselves in a position of hostility because we react so emotionally now because the news told us when you hear the word ‘cops’ or ‘woman’ you get fucking ANGRY. The news says it’s an all out culture war. Which side are you on? Huh bro? Which side? We don’t even care what’s right. We care who’s right. We want to be right more than we want shit to change. Does anybody talk to each other? Or are we all reacting to the reactions of shit. We’re in an echo chamber and we don’t remember what the original sound even was. We’re just sitting on the edge of the ocean dipping our toes in the very, VERY edge of the water and judging and yelling about every wave even though we don’t talk about what’s causing it. We’re just cars covered in bumper stickers and if you cut me off in traffic with a Trump sticker I’m gonna fucking rear end the hell out of you cuz you’re obviously a rapist nazi. Or you’ve got a Hilary sticker and obviously you’re a Communistic trust fund college kid going through a hippie phase and constantly refers to Marx despite never reading a word of the ‘Communist Manifesto’.

The Kavanaugh (sp?) trial thing was so ugly. Obviously we have no culture and no grace or dignity. Because fuck that. Grace doesn’t get views. Dignity doesn’t get hits, baby. Where’s the juice?! Is he a pedophile rapist or is he a Saint? There’s no fucking nuance at all. We just want to crucify. It’s sad. We wanna get on TV and yell at each other and name call and tell people ‘here’s the news, two unqualified idiots yell at each other for a half hour. Okay! Here’s some weird prejudice way of looking at it! Which fucking side are you on? Satan or Jesus? Pepsi or Coke? Don’t worry! Tune in after the commercial and we’ll keep justifying your prejudices!’

I remember hearing on a radio station in Grand Theft Auto five, the DJ goes ‘tune in to WXYZ News, justifying your prejudices since 1992′ or whatever. It’s so outrageously true it hurts. Turn on any news station. We live in a capitalist society. Shit is run on money no matter what. So giant corporations pay people to tell you what’s going on. That’s so inherently insidious, right? They’re gonna pay people to tell you to keep voting a certain way and to keep buying iPhones and Nabisco. This is what freedom looks like! You get to pick what kind of Nabisco cookies you want! You have the freedom to be in debt to one of five banks! Ah how beautiful this country is! Look at the breathtaking skyline of Walmart, American Express, and McDonalds! How beautiful the homogeneity of capitalism all over this concrete nation and slowly but surely all over this planet! You get to choose which of these twelve (and ever decreasing towards a monopoly!) corporations you can work for! With the promise of a trophy wife and some kids you half-resent! Ugh, I hate it. I hate myself for getting caught up in this kind of angsty teenage energy.

I believe we’re arguing about the wrong things. I don’t think humans are the enemy. I think the enemy is the same as it has always been. It’s the inhuman systems we create. These inhuman systems that put people in charge whether they’re qualified or not. Because it allows for the wrong people to attain to much power. And these people transform into something inhuman. Because it’s never one person. We like to put faces to it. We like to say Hitler did all that! Well, he did. But also a giant army of people did too. That system that was created to persecute and we fell in line. This is a we problem (please reference the Michael Jackson song ‘Man in the Mirror’).

We’re fighting among ourselves while system continue to allow for evil to exist. The thing to destroy is the systems. Not us. Not your neighbor. Not that kind of racist guy you see at the gym. Not that weird girl telling you all white men are rapists. They’re scared. What I mean is we’re scared. And it’s because of the systems we created. It’s not the individuals. Even the weird lizard people news anchors aren’t the problem. They are a symptom of a much, much bigger problem. But it’s so easy to confuse us because we’re so tired and busy and our dad’s are dying and your uncle’s sick and your cousin’s in jail and you’re not getting enough hours at work and your boyfriend keeps texting Erica from work. So we get mad at these faces that some corporation props up on a screen to get money and ratings. And then we get mad at each other for not hating the same faces we do.

I don’t know anything I’m talking about really but my guess is that the evil or rather the shit that is planned to keep us docile as a masses is hidden from us. Obviously that sounds conspiracy-ish. And it is i guess.

But my point being stop hating your Dad because he thinks building a wall is a good idea. Stop hating your sister because she said maybe we shouldn’t punch Nazis in the face. Stop hating your neighbor because he’s afraid of Islam. Becuase we all feel a certain type a way because of the one of two news channels we choose to subscribe to. And the news has been telling us to hate each other since news was invented. Talk to your dad. Talk to your sister. Talk to your neighbor. Or don’t but understand that they’re just scared and don’t know what to do. We are all scared and exhausted and don’t know what to do. Maybe as a rule of thumb we should always try to find the humanity in what’s happening. Not try to find what problematic alliance you should join and then claim the other side is aligning themselves with Darth Vader. We don’t know what’s going on. We just create villains or heroes because of a headline a corporation paid to put in your brain. That’s gross. Let’s discuss what’s right not who’s right. Not this made up left vs. right, pepsi vs. coke, Red Sox vs. Yankees. We need to grow up and talk like adults. Me included.

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Building a Home Your Kids Want to Come Home To

Kindred and Grace Website by Hayley Novak

building a home your kids want to come home to SHARES I’ve always admired families who stay close after their children are grown. A boy who wants to bring his girlfriend home, girls who go shopping with their mom even after mom’s style is. . . mom-ish. Happy camaraderie and a freedom to be unique while coming back to the fold to be loved unconditionally are metaphoric blocks we are trying to build into our family structure. Happy, healthy, close (but not clingy) grown families are so rare anymore. When I see one, I want to stop and pull up a chair and watch, like a happy movie, pressing pause at my favorite scenes and hyper-analyzing each minute detail. I watch my neighbors in awe, Sundays set aside for their grown children to drop by. I watch the massive quantities of groceries rushed in the door in preparation, Lay’s potato chips peeking out of the grocery sacks, the smell of the grill starting, as one by one the vehicles arrive, as their kids bring their kids home. I feel like a stalker but it’s hard to tear myself away from the sweetness of a family who loves well. But looking at the epically cool families while your little ones aren’t even sleeping through the night can be depressing: happy philosophy discussions over bowls of ice cream seem light years away. I don’t know this for sure, but here’s what I think: take heart because happy starts now. I don’t have a three-step plan, but we care deeply about creating a safe family. Our kids aren’t babies anymore; JD is 11, Cambria is 9 and our youngest, Eli, is 4. We are still in the thick of it. We don’t know how it will all turn out. But here are eleven things we are doing to build relationships with our kids and create a home they’ll want to visit someday.

1. Listening >Lecturing If I want my sixteen-year-old to talk to me about life, then I must listen to my fifth grader. It is hard sometimes. I find it hard to focus. Several weeks ago JD came home from a party and sat at the counter and proceeded to download every single detail. I honestly didn’t want to hear every little bit but a warning deep in my soul stopped me from sending him to the shower. Instead, I put away dishes and listened to his happy chatter. I looked across the counter at his face, still round with boyhood, and knew in my spirit that listening mattered. Daniel told me the other day that he took JD disc golfing; he relayed, a bit shocked, that JD had kept up a running conversation with him for the entire 18 holes. Does the talking stop for teens because parents stop listening? I don’t know yet. I only know at this stage I’m very, very tempted to stop listening: the stakes aren’t super high, the stories aren’t super interesting, I hear a lot about different kinds of pizza, jokes, and play by play description of each sporting event. But every time I start to tune out, I think of what I want in the future and tune back in.

2. Structure & Spontaneity Children love surprises. Adults love surprises too, though we’ve conditioned ourselves well to the daily grind of life. But surprises aren’t much fun if they happen constantly. One aspect of my job as a mom right now is creating structure so that we can be spontaneous. This means bedtimes and baths and schoolwork, the rhythm of a weekend, chores and hard work. And then it means throwing it all to the wind and packing everyone up to skip school and ride the subway into Chicago to a rooftop pool Hotwire deal and see fireworks over Navy Pier and eat breakfast on Lake Michigan. Structure + spontaneity is eating oatmeal for breakfast all week so we can eat donuts every Monday morning. It means going to bed early so they can stay up late when we have company. It means working hard so they appreciate throwing the job list in the trash and going on a hike (with snacks). Schedule makes the surprise so much sweeter; but too much schedule is just sad. Why wait for your kids to be adults to travel with them? Or eat out? No one will think going to the carwash in pajamas is cool when they’re twenty, but they’ll remember it happened and smile all over again. (I know. I was the five-year-old in pajamas watching the carwash magic. I never forgot.) Do the fun stuff. Do it now.

3. Shopping While shopping is hardly a cross for a woman to bear, it takes time and energy and I realized with a flash one day that my daughter Cambria had been begging me to go shopping with her and I was just too busy. I love thrifting and she was looking for the glow of the mall forty minutes away. We made up a plan to shop on free Saturdays when Daniel could have Eli with him and set a date. I was stunned and humbled by how much my daughter loved doing this with me. I wanted to cry multiple times as I realized how much I’d already missed out on and what I could have missed if I didn’t listen to her. We shopped and shopped and shopped. My feet ached. She bought accessories like a diva on vacation but stuck to her budget religiously (her daddy was proud) while I succumbed to Target (her daddy was not as proud of me). Much like listening, if I want her to know I love her and care about her need to be beautiful when she’s sixteen, I need to be involved in all those feelings now. Right now it’s the perfect color of laces for soccer cleats. I’m told a girl’s beauty needs get more complicated. I’m in it for the long haul even if it has to involve the mall.

4. Music Our family loves music. It’s easy to make music styles a hot button conflict as kids get older. But we are trying hard to avoid that by creating “us” music, not “me” music. In other words, we listen to all sorts of music at the kitchen counter, looking up lyrics and critiquing music styles together. This requires patience for Daniel and me (I’ve given up a lot of music that I really love because it’s not best for everyone) but it also requires patience from our kids (they often have to be flexible too). When we listen and even play and create music together we can appreciate the art and not lapse into a me-oriented world of zoning out with headphones. One of our favorite things to do is create playlists for events and people. We have a massive library of online playlists, carefully curated and edited to fit moods and events: we have a Saturday Morning Pancakes playlist and a Beanbags playlist, not to mention Happy Birthday, Dad, School Background, JD’s Christmas Party, Mowing, Rainy/Soul, and Kick My Wednesday in Gear. My hope for the next few years is for music to draw us closer, not farther apart and give a window into the individuality of each child’s soul.

5. Open Door to Friends When does the proverbial door open to friends? I’m not sure and I don’t want to miss the window, so our door has been open from the start of our kids being able to have relationships. It only gets more enjoyable and fun as their friends get older (and funnier and more interesting). It is never easy to allow your home to be open. It’s not easy to teach a child how to be and have a good friend; having friends and being friendly is something taught most often by example. It’s exhausting to have toddlers over that bite each other and spill juice all over. It’s not easy to deal with hurt feelings when little girls leave each other out and it’s embarrassing if it’s your kid who is the offender. It feels weary to explain why your son can’t shoot his airsoft gun at friends without eye protection. Sometimes it seems easier to close the door to friends, but I’m not sure anything other than temporary comfort is accomplished by that choice. Interacting with my children and their friends gives me opportunity again and again to train them, to demonstrate and teach wisdom and grace as well as speaking life and love into the extra kids in our home. I don’t want to wake up one day and realize that I don’t even know my children’s friends. So that means waking up now, and interacting now and swinging the door open. . . wide.

6. Patience with Trends and Styles Children are going to become adults. It’s important as parents to guide their steps and set parameters, but there should still be a lot of room for individuality. Think carefully before you choose to die on the hill of which shoes your child wants to wear to the family reunion. This is really hard for me because I feel like our kids reflect us. We don’t want them to be rebellious but I’d rather use my influence on issues that are black and white rather than making my daughter a mini me. Our kids are just hitting the age of caring about all of this. Homeschooling doesn’t shield a child’s desperate need to fit in and feel cool! I don’t place high priority on the cool factor–in fact a very low one (“I shop at Goodwill. You can too!”)–but we don’t want to exasperate them either. I may live to regret this, but we have found that saying something like this works: “Hey, this isn’t our favorite thing, and please don’t wear it to special events but why don’t you wear it when you are going [fill in appropriate place for trendy item].” Time and time again I see the thrill of said trendy item wear off and the child acquiesce to our family’s more classic (read: boring) style of clothing and appearance. But in the meantime we have averted multiple world wars and wounded spirits and misunderstandings.

7. Pizza Night On Friday nights at 7 pm at our house, you will see people draw their activities to a close and show up for pizza and family movie night. We are on our second year of regularly doing this together and I have been surprised at how much everyone enjoys it. Sometimes Daniel even takes time off of work for it. We eat in the living room and shut all the windows. JD usually picks the movie; he screens and searches relentlessly to find excellent entertainment each week. We have not forced this time slot to be free but as Daniel and I have chosen not to work or engage in other obligations, we have noticed that the kids do too. It’s crazy the things they’ll opt out of on their own: “Oh, sorry, I’d love to go but we have movie night. Maybe Saturday.” (I secretly grin to myself.)

8. Journaling Journaling is actually a new way I’m communicating with the kids but it’s been so successful that I’m sharing it here. I grabbed two blank journals, and wrote one at the top of each journal. I explained that each child’s response was 100% optional and I promised no hurt feelings if they never wrote back. I did not expect their intense fascination with journal sharing. They pour their hearts out on paper and then leave it on my pillow in a little bound book. I have laughed and laughed and almost cried reading what they think about life, and love too. You should try it. But believe me when I say the hardest thing about journaling with your kids is refusing to screenshot their responses to your friends.

9. Debriefing after Events This is huge for our family. We have a lot of event traffic and travel and guests and it’s very easy for us to lose track of family life. When I was a kid I capitalized on those busy times to do exactly as I pleased and I was pretty sure Mom and Dad would never notice. Debriefing gives us a chance to see how each child is doing, if there is anything to address from the event that just happened (it’s not polite to throw and gleefully launch frogs in front of little children, even if it is fun) or soothe hurts (we are sorry you got left out of the game) or even just simply saying: “Hey. You guys were awesome hosts. Good job.”

10. Sending Children to Grandparents Everyone needs a break from each other. Training children is not a lasting assignment, but marriage is, and it’s important to cultivate your marriage. I admit feeling guilty every single time I send the kids to their grandparents (even though its only twice a year) but to fall in love again is a better gift to our children than marriage burnout while we cling to parenting 24/7/365.

11. Going Outdoors Something about being outside seems to make humanity realize that the universe does not revolve around themselves. Being exposed to the elements is sometimes gentle and sometimes harsh but it’s all directly from the hand of God, unlike being inside our carefully controlled environments. The normal everyday frustrations of family life seem to pale a little when you leave the bills on the desk and the crumbs on the floor to go hiking in a cave or fishing in a pond. Laying in the back yard on fresh cut grass eating cookies, catching lightning bugs, building a fire, watching stars come out, listening for birds. . . appreciating the world God created, together, brings an awareness that God is in control and we are not. And that’s a good thing for a family to know.

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