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hunting4fluff · 8 months

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Reflex Training

HEY! I'M BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER (maybe) I started college so it came out a little slower but it's also a little longer but who cares here we gooooooo (also I added a single Spanish word in here Idk why it just felt right in the moment)

Lee Reader

Ler Miguel

Miguel/Reader or Miguel + reader (/r or /p is up for reader interpretation) 1694 word count

You would never expect Miguel to be such a physical person.

It would make sense most in combat, when all you really can do is grapple and punch, - Weaponry for you, as many other spiderpeople, was out of the question - however when it came to Miguel, you assumed he would leave touch to fighting.

It wasn't a bad thing, by any metric. It was admittedly nice to get a hand on your shoulder, letting you know his reassurance was available or the occasional flat palmed rub on your upper back when you were noticeably overwhelmed.

Today, however, left a little bit more physical touch than what you were used to.

Miguel had been praising your abilities. Your constitution was 'fairly admirable' your intelligence was 'something to be proud of…' etc. etc. But he hadn't neglected to point out your weaknesses in order to improve. Calling in today was reflex training.

Miguel had prepared a list of possible reasons why your reflexes might be off, ranging from least probable to most probable.

"Spider sense deterioration. Unlikely, though. Older spiderfolks tend to struggle with that and at that point they've already retired."

"Got it." You nodded your head as you listen intently for a cause. Miguel was anything, if not thorough.

"Mental health issues such as chronic anxiety and depression. You had listed last week that you were experiencing little to no symptoms on our new check-in."

"Still accurate." You affirm, noting the slight huff of irritation in his voice. He hadn't originally been planning on conducting mental health surveys- he knew everyone in this society experienced traumatic events and therefore had symptoms surrounding it -but after he had "Spider Therapist", Lyla and Peter all come forth with the not-so-flexible-suggestion, he wasn't exactly going to argue on the matter.

Nonetheless, you had been doing pretty well these past couple weeks. Taking a couple self care days to relax and allow yourself to enjoy things.

"Attention span difficulties." Miguel listed next.

"Attention span has been fine recently." You shrugged. Miguel quirked a brow, giving a half-heartedly disbelieving look. You smiled back and Miguel continued on the list.

"Then last but not least, inconsistent training. Have you been slacking in the training room?"

You opened your mouth to refute but hesitated. The mental health days didn't really count, you didn't think. They were rare and barely ever affected your work. However, you had been focusing more on strength training recently…

Miguel looked you over in your hesitation, a small huff of a chuckle springing from his chest.

"I'll put down 'yes' then…" He shook his head, an amused smirk quirking the corner of his lips as he pulled up a screen and started to type the information in. You shot Miguel a glare, in which he returned your glance with another snicker.

"Tell you what, we can work on it together today, alright?" He offered. It took you by surprise- Miguel never worked personally with any of the other Spider-people. It felt… special. You shrugged your shoulders, attempting to seem more nonchalant than how you actually felt, and nodded your head.

"Sounds good, I guess." Was that too relaxed? Miguel sure seemed to think so.

"What? You're not excited to work one on one? And here I thought we had a good thing goin'." Miguel teased. You rolled your eyes and giggled, crossing your arms as you grinned at Miguel.

"No, no- it sounds very exciting-"

"Ah, now you're just trying to make me feel better!" Miguel waved his hand dismissively, laughing. He was in a pretty good mood today and it was certainly a welcome change.

"C'mon, let's just go do that training thing, alright?" You laughed with him, starting to walk towards the training room. He joined your pace by your second stride, shaking his head again.

"I make the rules around here, contestón."

His taller figure allowed him a further stride, forcing you to jog to keep up with him. Making it to the training room, he opened the door to one of the simulation rooms.

The room was about 380 square feet, panels on the floors and walls used to project images of villains and obstacles that you might need to avoid or utilize in a fight. Typically this room simulated an average living room, even going so far as to materialize furniture to set the scene. Often times, Miguel encouraged this room's use for fighting robbers and inexperienced villains for those starting off, which almost made you feel insulted that he would bring you in here.

The furniture of a living room formed, it's technology akin to Miguel's suit as you would have noticed. Miguel had explained the science behind it before in one of his sleep deprived rants, but you also had been too tired to listen.

You noted the lack of a target in the room, scanning around to find only you and Miguel standing in the scene.

"You're going to be sparring with me." Miguel answered the question budding at your lips, only to provoke a new question.

"But your claws… and you're way bigger than me…" You nervously protested. In all honesty, while his claws were pretty scary, that wasn't your biggest concern. Fighting Miguel meant having to hurt him, and that wasn't something you were willing to do.

"You've fought worse, I'm sure of it." He brushed off the notion, starting to position himself from the opposite side of the couch. "And if you're really worried about my 'claws', then I can avoid using them. I'm not trying to kill you."

You were still hesitant, but the second you moved to comply, Miguel leapt at you. You dodged out of the way, just in the nick of time to feel his pinkie finger brush against your upper arm. The way you pulled out of the way, led you into a somersault and by the time you steadied yourself, Miguel was darting at you again. He reached to grab you as you jumped to the ceiling, just barely grazing your hip and causing a strangled squeak to jump from your throat.

Miguel seemed to hesitate, processing why you make such a noise, giving you more than enough time to leap back at him and tackle him to the ground. You struggled to grapple him, grabbing his wrists before he pulled both yours and his arms apart, twisting his wrist just right as to pull it from your grip.

You were screwed.

He quickly darted his hand towards you, shifting his weight to pin you as his hand clutched- your side?

Before you could question his choice of hand placement, you saw that smug grin on his face and knew you were double screwed. His fingers slowly dragged up your side, causing you to twitch and try to arch away from the touch.

Flustered blush rose to your cheeks, heating up your face once you realized how detail oriented Miguel was.

"You know, I was thinking of adding a penalty to inadequate training sessions. You think this will work fine?"

Miguel's teasing only made it harder to try and at least seem unbothered. You felt a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you yanked at Miguel's hands, your head rolling back as you whined in protest. Verbal protest could mean laughing. You weren't going to be so easy.

"Oh, am I getting the silent treatment? There's a good way to fix that." Miguel moved his fingers towards your ribs, shooting sparks through your skin. He tapped on each individual rib, slow and teasing. Every movement was methodical and well thought out. He was anything if not thorough.

Each light creeping touch built more and more giggles bubbling up in your chest, a full grin spreading across your face as you squirmed. It would be a lie to say this wasn't a little fun. Miguel was grinning down at you, shifting to grab your wrist and holding it above your head. A small giggle slipped out before the entire dam broke, and he wasn't even touching you yet. He wiggled his fingers teasingly above your armpit, relishing in every reaction you made.

"Miguel!" You yelped out, arching away from the impending fingers.

"What? You failed reflex training and now you're gonna learn to get better!" He laughed, a devilish glint lighting up in his eyes. Suddenly, five, firm claws grazed just below your underarm coaxing a scream laugh from you. You weren't expecting his claws, much less for them to tickle so bad. You cackled and writhed, hearing Miguel's laughter mix in with yours.

"YOU SAHAID YOU WOULDN'T-" You were cut off by your own laughter, shrieking as they quickly scritched down to your side and slowly dragged up back to your ribs.

"Wouldn't use my claws? For training I wouldn't. Like I said, I'm not trying to kill you." He chuckled, speeding up the slow scritches to quick scribbles.

It felt like tingly fireworks were shooting through your ribs, causing you to cackle and screech.

"YOU'RE KILLING MEHEHE ANY-" Before you could finish your sentence, a loud squeal followed by a gasp interrupted as you started to thrash.

He slowed his touch to light tracing up and down your sides after a few moments to allow you to catch your breath, giggles still hitching in your throat before you started to calm down a little bit.

Finally he stopped, releasing your wrists as you coiled in on yourself. You caught your beath and laid there for a few moments, residual giggles slipping out here and there. He reached over and brushed some hair out of your face, laughing before he pulled you closer with one arm.

"You good?" He asked, the smug smile never leaving. You nodded your head, still smiling as you leaned into him.

"You didn't end up killing me, so that's nice." You retorted, earning one more bark of laughter from Miguel.

"Hey- it's motivation. Anyways, let's get you some water. I think we worked out your abs more than your reflexes." He joked, standing up and holding a hand out for you to grab.

Reflex training might not be so bad after all.

#hunting4fluff #tickle fluff #atsv tickle #sfw tickling #miguel ohara

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shadowscrybe · 2 months

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Rayven's Revenge- Chapter 1

Man I haven't made one of these posts in so long. Bear with me as I try to remember how to format this shit.

Summary: Rayven is the younger sister of Rhysand in the Night Court. She was banished 64 years ago for the murder of her sister. This is the story of Rayven earning her place in Prythian and finding out what it means to be family. We all know how her story ends...but how did she get there? I don't want to forget the demon princess with bat wings. Do you?

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: none-typical canon content

A/N: Uhhhhh. I have annoyed my friends talking about this fic for weeks and I think its time to start annoying all of you. I worked very hard on this, put my whole writussy into this, but feedback is always appreciated. This was mine for so long. Now its yours. Enjoy.

Morning light had begun to crest over the horizon when Rayven met with her returning shadow. Streams of warmth slipped in through the thin curtains of the small cottage, melting the coolness of the night off her wings. The long hours of the night had to be beautiful in the Night Court, but Rayven had found something special in witnessing its beauty while the rest of the court slept. The cottage she shared with her mother just outside of the Windhaven camp of Illyria was an inferior copy of the home her brother and his friends shared across the mountains decades ago in their youth, but it was the only home she knew. The Highlord had said it was more than the banished princess deserved.

Rayven had the misfortune of being born a few decades after everything important, it seemed. She was a few decades short of her first hundred years, but that didn't matter to the boys- and especially not the Highlord- who would always see her as a young fae. The boys were completing their first full cycle the coming moon, and the bastards were getting their siphons later that week, something the Night Court heirs could covet together.

The coming celebrations loosened her restraints with the Highlord and her presence in Velaris would be necessary for the next few weeks. Rayven was only to make appearances when it was appropriate for the court. The Highlord could only stomach the demon long enough for the required court affairs. When she wasn't galavanting at parties or silently simmering in council meetings, she was to remain in Illyria.

Following the poorly executed coup Kallon’s lord and father organized, Rayven took Ironcrest as her own. If the Highlord wanted it back he was welcomed to try. She considered appealing to the Highlord to move closer to her camp, but her luck had been pushed and she enjoyed the flight across the other camps anyway. It kept her on top of the movements of the other camps, especially Windhaven.

Her mother lived in Velaris by all official accounts, but after the boys finished their fifth decade, she found more and more reasons to be in Illyria. She didn't have daemati powers like Rhysand and Rayven, but she wouldn't have needed them to know the day would be hard for Rayven. It’d be hard for her mother too.

Rayven focused her breathing as she straightened her leathers, hoping to the stars she strapped them correctly. She navigated the path up to her upper level balcony and stretched her wings in the open space. She loosely braided her dark hair down her back to give her nervous hands something to do.

Her singular shadow, Rahne, returned from her morning scan of the camps, whispering about sentry positions, some kitchen gossip, but nothing out of the ordinary.

She needed reports of her normal flight patterns to reach the boys in order to accomplish what she needed to do. Rahne had warned her a second too late when she had ascended her rail to plunge off the side of her nest when he appeared.

“Going somewhere?” The shadowsinger said.

Rhane was quicker than his shadows, but his were silent. She raced the wing length between them to meet with his many shadows.

Rayven groaned and fell off the side. He turned to level out as she caught a drift back up to him. His laugh carried over the wind.

“Aren't we pleading our case to Devlon today, or did I get my dates mixed up again?”

The rising sun kissed their wings in greeting. He’d at least let her fly to the Windhaven border.

He allowed her a few strides before he said, “The Highlord asked that you stay here. It will be hard enough for us to convince him as is.”

‘Asked’ was a very nice way of putting it.

The boys had lived a full human lifetime that lunar cycle, so they were certain they knew everything there was to learn and she was a naive first cycle fae. They were meeting with Devlon to discuss their participation in the Rite that spring. She’d been training alongside them nonstop for months. Rhys told her it was important for her to have the training regardless of her participation in the Rite.

Of course, Devlon would never allow a female to participate. While Rhys had previously been denied for being a half-breed, as Devlon put it, he could still persuade the Lord of Windhaven. Rayven, on the other hand, had the misfortune of being a half-breed and a female. The worst crime to the Illyrian brutes with ways as archaic as the mountains surrounding them.

The drifted over the path to the camp only used by the clipped females. Rayven shuddered at the thought of losing her wings to these males.

“Hey,” the shadowsinger said, as if he could hear her thoughts. “We’ll find another way.” The tip of his wing barely brushed against hers. She stopped the shiver in her shoulders.

The males were always fighting over wingspan. They had more surface area, stronger for single thrust flight and carrying cargo, but the females were faster. Their wings were made for speed and agility. What took the males three muscle groups to turn on a pin, the females could do it with one. Sure, they were able to carry full grown males for miles, but the females were able to fly that same distance twice in the time it’d take them.

“Am I allowed to say it?” he asked.

“No.”

He tried to brush her wings again, so she folded hers in and dropped, parachuting her wings out in the final descent to land her feet on the stony path. They were within a few minutes of Devlon’s council tent.

“Why can't I go and beat some respect into that bastard?” she asked.

“You know why,” he sighed into his landing.

“The Highlord can make them submit and listen.” Her frustration began to manifest in her movements. Rahne started whispering calm over and over to her. “Hel, I could easily change their minds.” She wiggled her fingers at him.

He rolled his eyes at the violence she suggested. “We’d lose every Illyrian allegiant we have,” he said. He was trying. Really trying.

Tears welled in the demon’s eyes. “This is so stupid.” Her gaze was set in the direction of the tent she’d never be inside, knowing this was where he’d leave her.

“We’ll find another way,” he repeated. The hand by his thigh tensed, and then he was stepping back to take off.

“I’ll fill you in when I get back?” He spread his wings to depart.

She took in the mass of the shadowsinger before her. Even without the siphon, he was truly something to be feared.

She mumbled a fine and met his eyes. He jumped into flight, sending one shadow back to lick at her wet cheek.

“Gross,” she swatted it away and could almost hear its giggle as it returned to Azriel.

She watched as he grew smaller in the distance, until finally, he winked out of eyesight.

She wiped her eyes free of the crocodile tears and turned to her real destination.

Dumbass, Rahne snickered, expanding for their departure.

Rayven smiled at her little shadow, stepping through her dark threshold onto the crisp lawns of the Autumn Court.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #rhys!sister #azriel x rhys!sister #azriel #azriel x reader

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 2 years

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imminent danger ii, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Don't get Jeon Jungkook started on the technical side of making porn videos. What? It's important to him to bring high quality content! Okay... maybe he just likes acting desperate and slutty. Look, we all win, don't complain! It's the Halloween special, so put those bunny ears on and get to work!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; sex workers!couple: JK and his internet porn writer!gf OnlyFans livestream, costume(?) edition; yes the costumes are the lowest of effort, welcome to porn logic; low-key crack, oop; smut (fem reader, filming of sex, exhibitionist kink, mirror kink, noona kink, praise kink, teeny humiliation kink, pet name (bunbun), spit and lube everywhere, m-receiving anal with glass dildo, handjob, cum-eating, f-receiving oral); non-idol!BTS - sub!JK x noona, dom!reader; Jungkook’s POV

magician wiyllt about to magic a dildo into bunny JK's ass, lmao

People didn’t realize making a porn video was a lot more than turning on the camera and acting desperate and slutty. Well, it was for Jeon Jungkook anyway (although he was very good at acting desperate and slutty, thank you very much). The hidden sex tape vibe did jumpstart the whole idea though. Originally, it was suggested as – okay, fine, fine, he suggested it because he was a horny degenerate and wanted to try it. When you have the hottest, sexiest girlfriend in the world, hell yeah, you wanna film the sex and jack off to it later.

What?

He had needs!

And said needs included masturbating to himself and his girl fucking. Yes, it sounded vain, and it was, but Jungkook was not going to apologize for it. Besides, apparently a lot of other people wanted to watch him acting desperate and slutty while wearing bunny ears.

As in right now.

He was wearing soft, white long ears lined with pink satin on top of his long black hair (high contrast and light reflecting fabrics were important for looking good on camera) as a needy whine built in his chest when cold glass touched his hot tongue (again, light reflective), staring hazily at his smirking girlfriend who leaned down and angled her head so that the camera could catch two glistening pink tongues simultaneously licking the clear glass dildo, drenching it with saliva.

You know.

Because reflecting light was important for creating a dynamic scene.

Just kidding, Jungkook had planned for it to be a horny-inducing shot and he was right because he was getting hard, but also he was getting hard seeing his girlfriend looking sexy as fuck in that tiny black satin vest and skirt combo with thigh high sheer black stockings, matching ruffled garters, and black velvet high heels. Your classic bunny and magician theme for this Halloween season, right? No top hat though. That would be too tacky.

A dildo as a magic wand, eh?

Look, this was porn. Everyone was here to watch him get throat fucked by a glass dildo more than complain about his low-effort bunny costume.

So, anyway, back to the discussion of how Jungkook approached making his own porn videos. It was a collaborative effort. His girl was a (online smut) writer and she had all the good (cough, lewd and obscene) ideas for what to do. He was a video editor (a real day job, not sexy), so he knew he wanted to frame the shots so it would look the best on camera. They had fun experimenting on their own, and she was very supportive as he got more and more into it. He was the kind of person who always wanted to get better at his interests (sex with his girl was his primary interest in life, sorry not sorry). At first, they were only going to keep them for themselves, but, well, it seemed like they already had an audience (read: horde of dirty-minded followers from her sex blog who were very interested in her face, his face, and in paying good money to watch their faces make out and get naked, an activity he was already trying to do on the daily).

So… that escalated quickly.

The video content was mostly focused on him, because, as she said, she had the writing down and he would ace the visual side. Each of them would have their own thing, avoiding any competitiveness between them.

Yup.

Okay, fine, he liked being told what to do, he liked being fucked and filmed, and he liked other people telling him that he was a good slut for his woman, so what, so what if he lived like that?

Was he not allowed to be a-dick-ted to erotica?!

What was wrong with giving into all his pleasures and doing all sins? He was the main character of his life and what was more main character energy than being fucked with bunny ears on cam? (Probably a lot of things.) Well, anyway, he wasn’t going to let anyone tell him he couldn’t do what he wanted.

Well.

Except her.

But she would eventually give in to his big peepers. Jungkook was confident about that.

She was standing behind him, holding his chin and tipping it up. Slowly sliding the glass dildo in and out between his moaning lips, pressing the white ears against her stomach and letting everyone watch him graze his fingertips over his hard cock, spreading his thighs more. He was kneeling in front of the camera, naked chest flexed with tension of trying not to actually masturbate yet.

Little bit of body oil, of course, so the camera could catch the light reflecting off his toned muscles.

“What a good bunbun.”

The way she purred his pet name, fuck, with so much love and care while thrusting into his mouth. He wanted to roll his eyes up into his head but then he wouldn’t be able to look at her face and her face was so fucking pretty, cheeks framed with a gentle swoop of her hair, mischievous eyes sparkling, plush mauve lips forming his name.

“Don’t be shy. Show them how big and hard you are.”

They always planned together, basically storyboarding the major scenes to make sure they were both on the same page. He liked some little surprises (he was a little bit of a masochist), like now, him whimpering as he held up his stiff erection with two fingers on the dark red, swollen head, even reaching over to the bottle of lube and pouring some on his hand to coat his balls, rubbing them all over, remembering everyone was watching, shuddering she leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“Suck.”

Never mind, he was a lot of a masochist as he sucked a glass dick and held up his hard, throbbing cock for everyone to see, covering it with lube so the veins stood out, seeing himself in the mirror behind the camera.

She was the one who checked the monitor to make sure he was in frame, so Jungkook never worried about that. It was better to look at the lens so the audience could feel cozy and included. She pulled the dildo out of his gasping mouth with a slick pop, intentionally smearing his spit against his cheek, gliding her other hand down his shoulder, pointed black cherry nails pricking at his skin, tracing his nipple.

“You know our bunny is missing, chat?”

She poked his cheek with the wet tip and Jungkook shivered, knowing exactly what he was missing but pretending he didn’t, widening his eyes and biting his lower lip, the silver ring on the right side gleaming in the bright studio lights.

“W-What, noona…?”

She scratched up his chest and made him yelp, gripping his shaking chin and pressing her lips to his temple. Loving kiss and dirty words.

“His tail, of course. Ass up to receive your tail, bunbun.”

Jungkook appreciated his girlfriend for many reasons, but one of them was foresight, repositioning the bottle of lube so he had a clear path to turn around, stepping back so he could thoroughly show his embarrassment and awkwardness at positioning himself in such a way, taking the moment to grab the white bunny tail butt plug and a pillow, expertly sliding it under his chest as he bent over, spreading his ass for the camera and looking over his shoulder to check himself out in the mirror. Obviously, he thoroughly cleaned before this so he would have a cute asshole to show.

You gotta do what you gotta do for the sake of art.

Porn.

Same thing.

Fuck, his reflection looked so perfectly obedient and deliciously fuckable if Jungkook was allowed to say so himself.

“Aw, look at him, chat. Handsome and a good listener. Doesn’t he deserve a reward?”

Mirror kink, praise kink, exhibitionist kink, anticipation of anal play, damn, Jungkook knew he was spoiled and he was getting hornier and hornier with that knowledge with every passing second. He wanted to tell her, you’re so good to me, noona, let me be good to you, but then she smacked his ass cheek and he gasped, trembling and seeing his stiff cock swing between his tense legs.

“See this, everyone?” she said conversationally, as if she was talking about the weather and not his bunny tail butt plug. “It’s pretty big, isn’t it? You can’t just put something like this in without some prep.” Actually, he was willing to take the challenge but he kept his mouth shut, letting her build the tension as she knelt down next to his ass, sliding the beige towel behind her with her heel, off-screen, lube bottle in front of her knees. “Thankfully, Jungkookie is a good bunbun and thinks about these things.”

In two seconds, Jungkookie was about to be a bratty bunbun if she didn’t shove something in him soon.

She tossed the butt plug behind her and it fell onto the towel. He quickly smacked it with his hand so it didn’t roll away as he heard the bottle of lube open, seeing her spread it onto the glass dildo in his peripheral vision.

“Isn’t that right, Jungkook?” she cheerfully prompted.

“Wha-ah! O… o-oh, f-fuuuuck…”

Surprise!

His hands immediately gripped the pillow under him as his back arched and his eyelids fluttered, sudden cool hardness massaging the tight ring of muscle, easing in carefully. His body’s initial reaction was to constrict around the smooth glass, warming it, lube adding the slip, centimeter by centimeter sliding in easily, but slowly, fuck, so fucking slow as she calmly pushed the dildo in like this was a common household chore and not his quivering asshole getting invaded for thousands of viewers to witness his whimpering cries and pleas for more, burying his red face into the pillow.

“F-Fuck me, please… please, I’m a good bunbun, aren’t I, noona, please…”

“You’re a very good bunbun. Let me show them how cute your ass looks right now.”

She held onto his ass and spread it more so everyone could see his tight little hole getting properly fucked. Her foot nudged his shoulder and Jungkook realized his face was out of frame so he twisted his body slightly and scooted back into it, now properly seeing his raised ass in the mirror and his head looking back to watch as she began to fuck his ass with the glass dildo they had previously licked all over together.

Oh.

Fuck.

Me.

How many viewers were getting off to him getting fucked and how many were watching in fascination as his head tipped back and the wanton moans tumbled from his throat? Visible pleasure rippling through his body, bucking his hips back so each steady thrust was deeper, more fulfilling, more intense, sensual in the slow speed but carnal in sound, his deep groan, the lewd squelching, his knuckles hitting the floor, fist clenched to hold his body up as the arousal electrified him, skin hot and core throbbing, clenching around the dildo and whining at the unquestionable solidness.

He gasped her name, begging.

“Yes, my love?”

She was fucking his ass on camera and gazing at him through the mirror with a pleased smirk, lightly kissing his trembling hip when their eyes connected. Yes, my love? Holy fuck, he was going to go insane, trying to get his request out, but then she upped the pace, harder, faster, smirk growing as he sputtered, sparks in his blood and pre-cum leaking all over his tense thigh, not as hard anymore but still so desperate, ready to put on his best slutty bunny self so he could show all his fans what a good bunbun he was.

“I w-wanna cum, p-please…”

“Yeah?” She smiled at him, holding out, letting him helplessly whimper at the hesitation. “Hm, alright. Don’t forget to cum in your hand so I can eat it up for you after.”

Yeah, Jungkook had needs.

Need to grip his dripping cock and furiously jack himself off, almost too fast so he would last a little bit longer, the edge of discomfort amplifying the pleasure of the dildo repeatedly hitting him in that just right spot, his chest to the pillow and throwing his head back, crashing sparks of overbearing ecstasy clawing up his torso and down his legs, over and over and so fucking close, moaning, crying out, nerves wrung tight and every muscle hard, his sweaty black hair falling onto his face so only his open mouth was seen, so dirty, so wrong, watch me, thinking, I love it when you watch me, turning his head slightly, silver lip ring visible, biting his lower lip to expose the mole underneath, looking up at her under the mess of his hair.

Her eyes on him.

Pleased, enamored, obsessed, reaching over and correcting his bunny ears so they were nice and perky like his ass. Basking in the gaze of his lover, his lifeline, his one and only, him sliding his left hand under him as she shifted his hair so one of his eyes was visible, her sweet murmur, so sexy, look at you, racing heart, orgasm building, fast strokes, couldn’t hold back anymore, it was too much and it felt too good and everyone was watching, moaning loud, cock jerking and spilling hot strings onto his left palm, tilting his hips so the camera could catch the pool of white cum in his own hand.

Jungkook would lying if he didn’t say he didn’t like sex. But sex wasn’t sex unless he was staring into her eyes, his body shaking from exhaustion, lifting his hand and watching her lean in, pink tongue extending, and then wet heat touching his skin, noisily sucking up his cum, the softness of her lips and the intensity of her gaze getting him hard again. No, sex wasn’t sex unless it was her, describing it, creating it, in it, her stories love letters to him and his videos mere punctuation to the world of words she had created for him.

And everyone else, but Jungkook liked to think it was for him. He was her muse now, after all.

The aftershocks of orgasms shimmering in his veins. Her hand on his chin. Her tongue slid out, and so did his. Touching. Flat to flat, wet to wet, hot breath to hot breath, sensual and tainted, their saliva sliding down, collecting at the tips.

He slid his half-lidded gaze to the camera lens and her eyes followed. Both staring at the audience, spit dripping down their touching tongues.

Jungkook cocked an eyebrow and grinned.

You jelly?

Then he panicked as the glass dildo started sliding out of his ass.

She backed up and shoved the bunny tail butt plug into his mouth.

“Mmphf!”

“Oh, sorry, you’re right. Wrong hole.”

Wrong hole?!

After some indignant whining (him) and some soft pats on the grumpy head (her pats, his head), the butt plug was shoved right where it was meant to be (his ass) after mild cleanup with the towel that was now set aside (plus dildo, to be washed later, of course). She even delicately patted his sweaty forehead with another hand towel, fixed his bunny ears and hair before he was told to kneel again, looking confused and expectant as she adjusted the camera, his hands on his thighs.

“You look hilarious with the tattoos and bunny ears,” she chuckled off-screen.

“Hey!” He puffed his cheeks. “I won’t be nice if you keep being mean.”

She removed her vest.

His eyes went wide.

She removed her panties.

Jungkook’s eyeballs went full big peepers mode on the monitor.

“Stop it with that reaction,” she laughed behind the camera.

“What? This is my genuine reaction seeing your nakey bits!”

She strode into frame, garter, stockings, and heels still on, elegant posture giving her that prefect hip to ass curve with her walk and straightened back. Fuck, he loved the way she held herself.

“Chat, I swear we fuck a lot off cam. I don’t know why Jungkookie is acting like he’s seeing my naked pussy for the first time.”

“This is the first time today.”

She raised her eyebrows.

Damn, what a nice ass in the mirror.

“Wait… second! Second time but, still, that’s not all the time, and you could be naked around me all the time, but you’re not, and that’s mean of you!”

What?!

He had needs!

(Also, it was quite obvious that he was being a brat for the camera because he was grinning like a fool while saying it.)

She smirked, open-mouthed and dangerous.

Oh, shit.

Sometimes there were moments when Jungkook forgot people were watching, forgot he was supposed to be a little bit of a character. Normally he didn’t talk that much during sex – there wasn’t time to fill when the angle was being adjusted or the need to voice how he felt. A lot could be communicated nonverbally, but obviously someone watching would need visual and audio cues to be aware of these shifts in headspace that he could get just by looking into her eyes or feeling the energy in the air. While Jungkook didn’t really know how to act fake or the complete opposite who he actually was, he learned to be more mindful about these particular things during the livestream, slightly more exaggerated sound, action, playfulness, immersing them in the pleasure.

And then there were times when he completely forgot and was simply entranced by the shape of her plush mauve lips and the deviousness in those eyes, hearing her say words but all of it going over his head because those perfect tits were getting closer, juicy hips swinging followed by those powerful legs in stockings and heels, that beautiful pussy getting closer his face. Time slowed down, letting him memorize every curve, every line, the way the light glowed off her skin, wow.

Just.

Wow.

“I’m mean, huh? I don’t think I’m that mean. I’m so merciful that I’m even going to let you cum again while you eat me out.”

Jungkook didn’t really need to know exactly what she was saying. He had already suggested eating her out for the ending scene, and now her thighs where right beside him, so soft-looking and delicious, the scent of sex so intoxicating he simply leaned forward and started kissing her inner thighs, feeling her fingers combing through his hair, toying with the fuzzy ears, a needy moan leaking out of his chest as the tip of her pointed toe nudged his thighs and made him open his legs, forcing him to sit up a little more to get closer, closer to the heat, the sweetness, the slick lips so close he could taste it, her pretty pussy right in front of his face, and he was instantly hard just looking at it, anticipation rattling in his inhale, nothing else mattering, but.

Wanna make you feel good, noona. Wanna taste you.

She gripped a fistful of his long hair and pushed his face into her crotch.

Oh, fuck, yes.

He couldn’t really breathe but breathing was overrated anyway (also suffocation by pussy sounded and smelled amazing). Tongue out, the taste, yes, sweet and heady and dragging him into borderline insanity, who needed good judgement, not him, too busy wrapping his arms around her thighs and sinking his fingers into her soft, malleable ass, kneading it with his tongue buried into her folds, licking all over and pushing her thighs together when she readjusted and angled slightly to the side, no, his tongue finding that sensitive hard nub of electrified nerves, lapping, sucking, I won’t let you get away, ugh, the best taste he’d ever had, ramming her hips into his face, losing air, heat creeping from his head all the way down, down.

He was so hard.

“Jungkook.”

He heard his name but it didn’t really register until she poured the lube down his abdomen and splashed it over his throbbing cock and balls, suddenly soaking the hardwood floor and his inner thighs. He yelped and jerked his head, feeling a rush of heat and then coolness, and then tingling everywhere the lube touched his skin.

“Wha–Mmphf!”

Her wrist planted against the crown of his head, nails digging into his scalp and his head was shoved back into her pussy, her hips now tipped upward, thick viscous sweetness coating his tongue, his eyes rolling back in his head as she stepped onto his left thigh, not hard, just the sole of one shoe pressed into his hard muscle, enough to mean business, and that business was sex, tangling her fingers in his hair and fucking his face, his right hand instantly flying to his neglected cock and closing his fingers around his thick, twitching length, choking on his own cries as he struggled to lick and suck like a very good, very desperate, very slutty bunbun.

She kept the bunny headband very firmly on his head and pushed his forehead back so he could get a better angle, focusing his tongue on her clit as he once again stroked his stiff cock all over, fingertips and length tingling, gasping as he teased the head, rubbing the sensitive skin into his rough palm, looking down to see it. Purple-red and bulbous, the shaft shiny and so fucking hard it almost hurt, closing his fingers around it, o-oh, fuuuck, that felt so fucking good, achingly hot and shivering all over from the intense sensation, his ass clenching around the butt plug, causing it to hit that spot, right there, sparks flaring all over his lower belly, listening to her sigh of gratified satisfaction mix with his needy hum shimmering in his throat.

Everything.

Everything, making him high and lust-drunk.

The lights, the full-body feeling, the mirror displaying his naked body, on his knees and dark tattoos rippling as he jacked himself off, strands of black hair stuck to his sweaty cheeks and forehead in wet curls, his eyes half-lidded and intoxicated by the body fitted around him, long legs and fuck-me stilettos and rolling shoulders graced with luscious hair, her looking back, his devious and naughty noona, the lens capturing every hot, obscene second.

Everyone committing sins together.

Jungkook was going to rewatch this over and over, remembering the taste of pussy on his lips.

He closed his lips around her clit and sucked harder as her legs opened more, revealing more of his face, pushing his hair out of the way, exposing whine seeping from his exhale, his cheeks heating as he looked up at her, and those alluring eyes caught him, purring his name softly, hazy and surreal, breathing heavier, his eyes closing, losing himself in it, her hand in his hair, her pussy grinding into his face, tongue and lips getting sore but pushing through sheer determination, building his own orgasm and tipping closer and closer to the edge, wet, tight, hot, wanton whines snuffed in his chest, shivers racing up and down his spine, her juices dripping down his chin, her moans wispy, climbing, spiraling, look at me, show me those beautiful eyes, his eyes opening, vision glassy, want so bad that he was doing nothing but chasing the high, hard and fast and forceful.

She bit the side of her lower lip and grinned, devilish and divine.

Then she tilted her head back and moaned, breathless and graceful, her body rippling, tits bouncing, and then her hips flinched, spilling into his mouth and onto his chin, liquid sweetness smearing everywhere, sealing away all available air, and Jungkook moaned too, right into her quivering walls and felt his hips jerk and his cock twitch, cum sliding down his hand, hot and thick and spurting, clearly visible over his hand tattoos, drenching his inked knuckles with milky white.

Cum on ink.

Contrast.

That was why he got the hand tattoos.

What? He was dedicated to the visual.

She let go of his head and he drew back, sticking his tongue out. Chin, lips, and silver ring reflecting light from her sticky release. He caught his reflection in the mirror. Sexy, if he could say so himself. Jungkook teasingly winked at the camera lens, cocking an eyebrow.

“Thanks for watching. Stay jealous.”

She tweaked his bunny ears, laughing.

“Dirty bunbun.”

part i jk telling the story of how they met (sort of)

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#jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook x you #jungkook x noona #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you

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ador3him · 1 year

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omg what about being friends with dream and him being in denial abt having feelings for you but then someone just openly says like “oh, yeah y/n’s definitely hot. like- dream! you’re friends with her right? would you mind putting in a good word for me?” I LIVE FOR JEALOUS DREAM

pairing: Dream x gn!reader

warnings: swearing, KINDA SUGGESTIVE BUT DEF NOT NSFW also not proofread

requested? yes!! i actually combined 2 requests! because they were SOOOO similar this was the second one: "maybe jealous best friend dream?? angst from dream being jealous to fluff?? maybe a forced confession??"

word count: 0.7k

a/n: i love karl i just didnt know who to put as the second person so i used karl im sorry guys :(

“Welcome to the stream! Woo this is great, what the heck,” y/n laughs a bit at the chat spamming and delaying every couple seconds. “Today fellas we are going to be joined by the one the only Dream!” their voice raises at the announcement of Dream’s name. “Hello guys!” Dreams voice pops through the mic as he appears from out of frame. “Wow chat loves me more than you, y/n,” he jokes laughing as y/n gasps whacking him softly on the stomach. “We also have another special guest in my house and on stream today,” y/n smiles widely as Karl appears from where Dream did. “Karl mother fucking Jacobs people!” they scream giddily. “Woo! I am here people!” Karl says really close to the mic.

“y/n stand up for a second,” Dream whispers to them as Karl loads up Spotify to play some background music. Before y/n has a chance to say anything when they stand up Dream sits down and pulls y/n onto his lap resting his arms around their waist and onto their lap. “Dreams trying to seduce me guys help,” they laugh leaning back onto his chest a bit. “What the,” Karl turns around to see what the commotion is. His eyes are fixated on what is happening, causing Dream to tighten his grip around y/n’s waist. “Should we start?” y/n suggests holding their hands out for Karl to drag them both closer to their desk. “Today chat us three are going to be playing Just Dance!” y/n says in a funky voice making Karl laugh and Dream again tighten his grip around them, like they were a stress ball or something. “Okay to play this we actually have to be standing believe it or not Dreamy,” they start forcing themself out of his death grip laughing, making Dream smile a bit.

“Thank you, guys, so much for watching! If you have been here since we started, I am sorry you had to watch 4 hours of us idiots but if you are just tuning in don’t worry, I will be making a YouTube video with clips soon! I am going to raid uh, who is streaming, Foolish! Have fun watching Foolish, mwah!” y/n waves goodbye to the camera before turning it off, Dream and Karl had already left to get them three dinner leaving y/n alone.

The car ride home from getting the takeaway was dead silent expect for the soft sounds of Dream’s music he was playing on AUX. He’s borrowing y/n’s car and didn’t want to mess with the radio. Karl sat in the passenger seat scrolling aimlessly through his phone. “Its so quiet,” Karl laughs a bit awkwardly. “Sorry,” Dream mumbles turning his music up slightly.

Karl begins to tap his fingers on his knee to the song, which seems to annoy Dream. What now he’s going to take his music taste. “So, Dream you know how we are here with y/n right?” Karl asks the obvious. “Really? Didn’t notice,” he replies eyes focused solely on the road ahead. “Well, I think they are so beautiful, and I was wondering if you could maybe put in a good word for me. Just because you have known them longer.” His voice never wavered sure his friend would do this for him. “No,” Dream replies pulling into y/n driveway. “W-what?” he looks over at him, but he is already out the car with the takeout bags.

“Y/n, come here please,” Dream calls once he enters their house, Karl following a couple feet behind him. “What’s up Dreamy,” y/n walks around the corner in Dreams merch hoodie and bike shorts, his eyes soften a bit, he places the bags down and walk up to y/n. “You’re mine, right?” he whispers once he is close to them. “Yours?” they look up at him. “Mine, no label but mine,” he clarifies. “Not Karl’s, not Georges, no one but mine,” he’s eyes flicker from their eyes to their lips. “Totally yours,” they whisper so quietly he could almost not hear it. “Good,” he leans down and kisses their lips, his hands softly holding their cheeks as if they would break. When they both pull away y/n smiles, “You got jealous of Karl didn’t you,” they laugh. “Shut up,” he pushes them away a little before pulling them back by the waist.

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quigonswife8 · 1 year

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Sleep: Din Djarin x reader

this is a bit short meh also just for this he doesn’t have grogu

gif creds: @boardboxes

The ship opens so you walk up the ramp to head into it The lights click on, welcoming you, and when you climb up the ladder, you slowly walk to the front of the ship.

You're going to sleep in your actual bed but you want to turn in when Din does; you usually turn in at the same time, it's just something you have been dloing for years.

"…we should be good for tonight…"

The two of you enter the room "mmm, that's good…" and then you look at Din, who's already made it to the console, with a tired look in your eyes.

All you want to do is sleep because you're exhausted; the bounty was a lot harder to capture than usual and you were nearly killed in the process.

Thankfully you're okay but you have been wanting to get back to the ship for hours and now you have you'll finally be able to sleep.

"You're right…" Din takes one of your hands in his and gives a quick squeeze "..and at least we'll be finally be able to get some sleep, which is what we need Cyare.."

the nickname 'cyare' means a lot to you than any name he could call you. It's special to you and always brings a smile to your face.

Din takes his hand out of yours and then proceeds to check over the front console. He needs to make sure nothing was damaged during your time gone [this ship means a lot to him so when the Jawa's had touched it he was not happy. he's still not happy with it and it happened over a year ago]

You watch as he does so but it's hard to fight back sleep. Usually it will take 10 minutes to fully shut off your mind and another 10 to fall asleep but that night you find it easy.

"we'll leave lunchtime tomorrow…"

"sounds good mesh'la…"

Cyare is Din's pet name for you, and yours for him is mesh'la. Both fit perfectly and aren't too cheesy unlike other pet names you've heard around the galaxy.

You decide to rest your head back, eyes still on your husband. He's focused but it's hard for you to focus with how tired you are.

He shouldn't be that long but for you it feels like you're waiting forever; it's getting harder to keep your eyes open so you blink a few times, hoping it will help.

It seems to somehow make things worse.

"…the ship hasn't been damaged.."

"that's good…"

You sit up more thinking it will help but it doesn't. You find it even more difficult to keep your eyes open that they end up closing; cursing mentally you try and force yourself to stay awake just that bit more, but the tiredeness wins and so you fall asleep against the chair.

Din finishes and so he brings his hands up to his helmet and pulls it off, placing it down next to him. He sits back down and turns his chair in your direction.

"…so we can…"

Din's eyes widen slightly and he falls into a silence. You've fallen asleep but he'd not notice which he's surprised by.

Knowing how cold it gets int he ship at night he stands up quietly and walks over to a small pile. He picks up a blanket that's nearly fallen to the floor of the Crest and then he walks back over to you; carefully he drapes the blanket over you and then takes steps back, enough so he can sit back down.

He's not going to wake you up because you deserve this sleep. Settling into his seat to sleep Din mutters "…goodnight, Cyare..", his eyes soon closing. The last image in his mind is the view of the night sky and then he's out like a light.

#star wars #din djarin #din djarin x reader #mando

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zarvasace · 10 months

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girls & gazettes

Welcome. This is silly. I'm shipping Traysi and Meghyn in this one, specifically TotK-era but with very very minimal spoilers. (the only spoilers are for the bright mushroom haven quest and where Traysi is.) It's just crushes. That's it. It turned out really well, actually? Why did I write this.

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Meghyn isn't as into mushroom hunting as her sister is, but she *is* really into the girl who runs the Lucky Clover Gazette. Her crush is not quite as subtle as she thinks it is.

AO3 link here. 3.1k. Traysi/Meghyn! XD No warnings beside the spoilers.

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Pale sunshine filters through the patterned canvas of the low tent walls, not doing much to warm up the interior. Meghyn tugs on her other boot and tries—again—to not grumble about the cold and the hard ground. It's been a few weeks since she and Nat left home, a few weeks that were fun and miserable in turns. It's more miserable right now, in the freezing early morning.

She can hear Nat outside the tent, frying something that honestly smells delicious. Meghyn slides on her coat and starts to clean up their bedrolls for travel. The two of them divide the chores here the same as they do back in Hateno, with Nat doing most of the cooking and driving forward, and Meghyn cleaning and dragging her feet. At least they'd camped on a dry patch of ground last night.

"Perfect timing!" Nat says brightly from her spot by the fire as Meghyn emerges from the tent, rolls of blankets under her arm. "Breakfast is about ready."

"Give me a second." Meghyn ties the rolls to their packs and starts to disassemble the tent. Thank Hylia for collapsible stakes.

By the time the tent is packed away again, Nat has the fire snuffed. She hands a skewer of meat and mushrooms over, which Meghyn takes happily. She might grumble about her sister's insatiable appetite for mushrooms, but Nat really does do an excellent job cooking them.

It's a beautiful morning, if any morning can be called that. The snowy mountains sparkle like diamonds around the hollow they'd camped in, with a few trees adding color to the landscape. The few cylindrical stones fallen from the Upheaval stand out like rather dull flowers on the mountainside. Meghyn isn't much of a morning person, so she focuses more on eating and walking than admiring the landscape.

"You know, I've been thinking," Nat says as they start down the path between two cliffs. "There's only one other person who knows where the mushroom haven is, that one kid."

"Mhm," Meghyn responds, her mouth full.

Nat has far too much energy in the mornings. She all but bounces as they walk. "And you just know that it's the perfect conditions for all those mushrooms to grow back in a month or two. So, what I'm thinking is that we might be able to start selling mushrooms and mushroom tours! Package them up all nicely and have a wagon to take people out there and show them the cavern."

Meghyn raises an eyebrow, intrigued but wary. She knows Nat has a lot of ambitious ideas.

"We could market them as extra-special mushrooms. Nat and Meghyn's Bright Shrooms!"

"That sounds like drugs," Meghyn says as she finishes off the last of the skewer and tosses the long twig off to the side.

"No, it doesn't! Okay, well, what about Fancy Fungus?"

"That's worse."

Nat doesn't seem to hear her, caught up in starry visions of mushrooms and rupees. "I know! MeghyNat Mushrooms!"

"Can we go back to the drug name?"

"Stick in the mud." Nat rolls her eyes. "Anyway, I'm picturing, in the far future of course, an entire spa built around those hot springs, maybe an inn and a restaurant, all mushroom-themed! We could team up with Cece, even, people love her!"

Meghyn sighs, though it's fond. She doesn't know if Hyrule has a tourist trade big enough to support a niche, out-of-the-way attraction like that. The stables themselves are just getting big enough to consider expanding, and even a few of them are closing down, selling to other companies.

Like the Lucky Clover Gazette. Meghyn smiles to herself as she thinks of the odd office and the staff that works there. Penn is exuberant. He and Nat feed off each other, escalating until they're both screaming in excitement. Juannelle is sweet, if a little reserved. And Traysi, well.

Something cold and hot flutters right under Meghyn's ribs when she pictures Traysi. Even that huge old parka couldn't hide how… cool she is. She clearly found her niche, running a newspaper and a growing intelligence network with hard-won skill and admirable ruthlessness. Meghyn and Nat are technically part of that network, passing on information and gossip to Penn when they find him, or to Traysi herself when they find themselves at the Gazette headquarters. Perhaps Meghyn can convince Nat that they should head that direction again…

"—listening to me?" Nat says, waving a gloved hand in Meghyn's face. She pouts.

"Of course." Meghyn blinks back to reality and watches the vapor from her words float away. "Hey, we should go to the Gazette. We're in the area."

Nat's eyebrows rise in a smile that tells Meghyn she missed something. "That is where we're going, silly."

"Wait, it is?" The fluttery feeling in Meghyn's stomach returns, but it isn't an unpleasant one. "Why?"

"Where better to advertise our new business than in the Gazette?" Nat answers. She looks at Meghyn sideways as they fall into step again. "Why did you suggest it?"

"Uh… for the same reason," Meghyn lies.

"Riiiight." Nat doesn't believe her, but that's fine. She'd never guess the real reason. "Well, we should be there soon. By my map…" She pulls out the well-worn parchment and flips it open to navigate. She's usually pretty good at that, though they've gotten lost before. "Right around that bend, so another hour, I think."

An hour is all? Meghyn stops walking for a few seconds, then jogs to catch up. She looks down at herself and wishes that she'd bothered to wear her cleaner blue tunic today, instead of saving it. Her hands feel hot in her gloves, and she tugs them off to wring them in her fingers instead. She should've done her hair today, too. Is her face even clean? What would Traysi think if Meghyn came running up covered in dirt and sweat? Certainly nothing flattering.

Nat goes off about her ideas, heedless of Meghyn's miniature crisis. She talks about the ad she wants to run, and the bottles they'll need to source from Rito Village. Meghyn hums in acknowledgement when Nat gasps and says that they should make truffle oil, too, from the recipe their grandmother gave them. Nat's ideas are grand, but if Meghyn focuses, she can see how they can be broken down into something that'll actually work.

She's not focusing right now.

The smoke from the stable-turned-Gazette puffs above the nearby pine trees, and the path turns to something more trodden. Meghyn tucks her gloves into her coat pocket and runs a hand down her hair, that fluttery feeling multiplying.

A call from above stops both girls in their tracks. Meghyn shades her eyes to look up and watch Penn land in front of them, blowing cold air into their faces from his wings.

"Hello, you two!" Penn looks ready for another trip across Hyrule, decked out in his goggles and bags. "Right on time, things are ready for—" He cuts off. His eyes watch Nat, standing behind Meghyn.

Suspicious, Meghyn whips around, but Nat's just standing there with a wide smile on her face, holding the top of her backpack straps. Her smile falls suddenly into surprise, and even Meghyn can tell it's entirely fake.

"Oh, no!" Nat says. "I left my pan back at the campsite! I have to go back to get it!"

Meghyn frowns. She does almost remember seeing something like that left behind… "Your nice one?"

"The only one I brought, silly! I'm gonna need that. I'd better go back for it." Nat heaves a sigh.

"That'll be another two and a half hours—" Meghyn begins.

"No! No, I'll be fine, you go on ahead! I know you don't like the cold."

Somewhat confused, Meghyn puts her hands on her hips. She's fine in the cold. Doesn't Nat know that? "It's too dangerous to go alone, Nat."

"Yes, but—" Nat looks imploringly at Penn, who raises his wings in surrender.

"Don't look at me. I got places to be, chirps to hear. I'm headed out right now."

Nat frowns, but then her face lights up. She reaches out and somehow snatches an entire person out of what seems like thin air. Her elbow wraps around his and pulls him closer.

He looks startled, blue eyes wide and mouth opening, but he calms when he recognizes them. His shoulders drop, and he just looks baffled. Unlike the last time they'd met, he's not wearing a parka and Rito corset, just a sleeveless blue tunic with odd designs. It looks nice. Maybe Meghyn should ask where he got it.

"The Link lookalike will come with me!" Nat announces, smiling widely. She leans in and covers her mouth with a hand to whisper something to him, and Meghyn narrows her eyes.

The Link clone's eyes burn with the light of revelation as Nat whispers, and when she's done, he grins and holds a thumbs-up with his weird hand.

"I don't know…" This is very fishy, but not unlike Nat. She thrives on dangerous spontaneity, and Meghyn really would prefer to get to the Gazette rather than go back for Nat's pan. She doesn't know this Link clone, but she does respect him for finding the bright mushroom cave first. Maybe Nat can talk him into an exclusivity contract.

Nat sticks out her bottom lip and flutters her eyelashes. "Come on, Meghyn! He'll protect me from any monsters, I couldn't be any safer. Pleeeaase?"

The Link clone nods vigorously and smiles brightly, agreeing. He almost looks like he's laughing.

Meghyn stares at the two of them for just a moment longer, remembering the way Nat had tried flirting with him earlier. Things are taking shape in her mind now. She sighs, letting out a cloud of vapor, and rolls her eyes. "Fine. Go have fun."

"Yay!" Nat bounces back up to full height—a head or so taller than the Link clone—and pulls him back onto the path. "You too, Meghyn! Bye, Penn!"

"Be safe!" Penn calls as the two of them disappear around the ridge.

"She's really crushing on that kid, isn't she?" Meghyn says to Penn.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, she clearly set this all up so she could go on a date with him."

Penn starts coughing, and Meghyn turns, unsure if she'd be able to help if he's choking, but he gets over the fit quickly and stands straight again. "Yep. Really stuck on him. Anyway, I should get going. See you around!"

Meghyn waves a hand and waits until Penn is a speck in the distance to turn back toward the Gazette's smoke and picture her next step.

Oh, Hylia, she's going to go meet Traysi alone. It's a very exciting prospect, but also terrifying. Traysi is… a whirlwind, to say the least. She's aggressive in pursuit of news, and so put-together, and pretty… Meghyn bites her lip, imagining herself sweep dramatically into the Gazette, a rugged adventurer. Traysi would be there alone, and Meghyn would say something entirely dashing, Traysi would snap at her, but as the day wore on, they'd both soften and end up cuddling around the fire, and maybe Traysi would invite her in…

Meghyn feels herself blush bright red at the thought. No, no. Nat would be here soon, three or four hours max. Juannelle would probably be there, or one of the younger Rito teenagers employed to distribute the newspaper. Meghyn and Traysi would not be alone, and who's even to say that Traysi would be open to… something like cuddling around a fire? With Meghyn, no less? She probably stinks.

That brings Meghyn back to the present. She looks down at her hands, then at her dirty tunic. She can't get to Rito Village without passing the Gazette, and she really does want to maximize time away from Nat right now, so a bath is out of the question. Still…

Meghyn finds a hollow in the cliff nearby, shielded from the road and everything else by evergreen trees. The late morning sun shines right into the spot, giving her light. Quickly, so as not to expose herself too much to the cold, Meghyn changes her tunic into the clean blue one and takes a bit of extra time to lay down her vest and belt nearly on top. She digs into her pack and pulls out her travel mirror, and uses a handful of snow to wash her face. There. That's as nice as her appearance will get, out here. She'll be content with it.

Nervously braiding a section of her hair, Meghyn walks back out to the road. The closer she gets to the Gazette, the worse her butterflies become.

The area around the Gazette headquarters is exactly as she remembers, if a little more deserted. A campfire burns merrily out front, and two horses rest in the attached stable. Meghyn can't see Juannelle, though, or anyone else.

She can hear someone yelling, muffled.

Meghyn falls into a run, worried. The yelling is coming from inside the Gazette, along with banging. It stops after a moment, and Meghyn pauses in the Gazette's main office. Maps, documents, and notes cover every inch of table and wall space. Some of the scattered pencils have chewed-off ends, very clear evidence of Traysi's presence. It's a bit chilly, even in here, but the shelter from the wind helps. One very obvious folded note stands out among the clutter, and Meghyn picks it up.

I'm going to stay the night in Rito Village! (The key is in cubby 6B!) -Juannelle

Oh. Meghyn frowns. No Juannelle, no Penn… Where's Traysi? Did Nat really go so far for a dumb little date with the Link clone? What did the note mean, key?

One of the employees-only doors rattles suddenly, something heavy slamming into the other side. Meghyn jumps at the sound, eyes falling on the heavy chair wedged under the doorknob. Someone has to be trapped inside. On purpose?

Meghyn locates cubby 6B and finds a little brass key quickly. Whoever's on the other side of the door smashes something else into it, something that sounds like it shatters. The door rattles again as Meghyn struggles to pull the heavy chair away from it.

"Ow!" It's definitely Traysi trapped behind the door. "Juannelle! You're not getting the week's bonus for this! Let me out!"

"I think she left," Meghyn says loudly, hoping her voice gets through the door. She gives another tug, and the chair comes away, though the door remains shut tight. The momentum sends her crashing down to the floor.

"Wait, who's that?" Traysi demands. "Where's Juannelle?"

Meghyn grunts and stands back up to fit the key in the door. "There's a note that says she went to the village for the night. It's Meghyn, you know, Nat's sister? We hunt—"

"Truffles, yes, I know." Traysi goes quiet for a moment, shuffling around. "Can you get me out?"

"I'm trying." Meghyn wiggles the key in the lock, but it refuses to turn. Is it the wrong key? She scowls and tries again.

"You have to lift the handle while you turn it," Traysi says, sounding closer. "It's old."

"Right. Who locked you in there, anyway?" Meghyn gets the key to turn a little, her heart leaping, but it sticks, so she pulls it out to try again.

Traysi huffed. "Juannelle. I don't even know why—oh."

"Oh?" Meghyn lifts the handle as hard as she can and gently turns the key. The lock finally clicks.

She opens the door and freezes. Traysi is standing right there, with that huge parka on but unbuttoned. Her dark eyes glitter in the ambient light, and strands of her brown hair have flown away from the tight braids she usually keeps them tied in. She's red. Why is she red? Meghyn stares for a second, then stumbles back, swallowing.

"Right, um. There you go."

"Thanks." Traysi steps out of what looks like a storage room, avoiding Meghyn's eyes.

This is a disaster.

"I'm so sorry," Meghyn says. "I think Nat went a little too far, trying to get a date with that Link lookalike—"

"Link lookalike?" Traysi spins, caught on the scent of gossip like a sunflower to the sun. "Nat set herself up? But… wait. Meghyn, are you jumping to conclusions? I don't think we have the full story here."

Meghyn pauses. She thinks over what she knows again. "Penn met us on the road and said something was ready. Nat insisted I go on ahead, because she left her pan at the campsite. I said she couldn't go alone, so she snatched the Link lookalike from somewhere and he agreed to go with her. I got here, found a note from Juannelle about her being gone and the location of the key, and then… well, rescued you."

"My dashing adventurer," Traysi says, headed to the table to look at the note Juannelle left behind. Meghyn freezes. She pictures herself steaming from the ears at those words. She needs to sit down. Her stomach feels… like it's full of sunshine or something. Summerwings, maybe. Did Traysi really just say that? Meghyn's not really thinking clearly.

After reading the note, Traysi sighs and turns, hands on her hips. She meets Meghyn's eyes and flushes. "I don't think Nat meant to go out with Link. I think they all worked together to set us up."

"What?" Meghyn bursts. She's elated, she's dreadfully embarrassed. She wants to sink into the ground and have dark dirt surround her on all sides. Her hands fly up to cover her face. "Oh. Traysi, I'm so sorry for Nat, she's enthusiastic, and—"

Traysi takes a step closer. "Meghyn, calm down and don't apologize. Do you see me complaining about being here alone with you?"

Meghyn peeks out from between her fingers. Traysi's smiling, amused, if still somewhat red. "...no?"

"You're right. I'm not complaining, not one bit. Unless you don't want to be here?"

"No, no! I mean, I do!" Meghyn scrambles for words, but Traysi's looking at her like that, and…

"Good." Traysi's smile could cut through a thousand lies. "I do, too. Do you want tea?"

Meghyn isn't daft enough to not realize that she's head-over-heels. She's known about her crush for a while, and thought it was just that. A dumb little crush. She could admire from afar. She could. She hadn't realized that Nat could tell, though. And apparently Traysi liked her back, to the point where her friends would conspire to give Meghyn a shot.

Well, she wasn't about to waste it.

"Yeah. Yeah, tea sounds nice."

#my writing #totk #traysi #uhhh what else #loz fic #sure

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Monthly Muppets Madness: Sammy J and Randy in Bin Night (Comissoin for WeirdKev27)

Hello all you happy muppety faces and welcome back to Monthly Muppets! My look at all things muppet, from the troupe themselves, to other works by jim henson to the many things inspired by his fine work.

And tonight is bin night as we look at the australian comedy duo of Sammy J and Randy Feltface and their 2012 special Bin Night. I first found out about this duo after Kev had found out about this duo from Lachey V, another long time patron on this blog, and wanted me to cover their show Ricketts Lane, which looks delightfully insane in the vein of british comedies like The Mighty boosh or Snuffbox. Sadly so far we haven't been able to find it anywhere in the us and attempts to rip it off Lachey's dvd's didn't quite work. So while I fully intend to cover Rickett's Lane at some point, for now we're doing Bin Night to still give these boys the spotlight.

The Duo's origin seem simple enough: Randy came from Heath McIvor's long time love of puppetry, having according to wikipedia been practicing since the tender age of 13. McIvor was tasked by a friend to do a show called "what is bullying to you" and needing a third puppet that could be unisex, Randy was born. While the show didn't go off well, McIvor liked the puppet and started performing with him, picking up steam.

He eventually met Sammy J when the two were double billed and they hit it off, soon becoming a double act. Nowadays the two aren't performing together as Randy has moved here to the US and Sammy is still in austrilia doing a show on ABC, but it's clear if the two wanted to get back together they could and it dosen't seem like any big split happened. They simply had other stuff they wanted to do and parted ways. I'm defintely up to look at Randy's solo material eventaully if anyone's intrested

For now we're looking at bin night. Bin Night has a very simple premise: Sammy J and Randy have someone sneaking their bags into their trash bins, and have decide to stake it out. various other nonsense insues including a feast, living shovels, murder, furry cosplay, and trips to machu pichu. You can find out about it all under the cut.

So the setup I mentiond is simple as is the set for this one: i'ts just the duo's yard, their house, and the bin. There's plenty of other props, backup dancers for the feast song, and what have you but it's a scaled down two man show almost entirely focused on these two idiots attempts to make it through the night.

Luckily Sammy J and Randy are strong characters; Sammy J is a tight ass, putting most of his faith in overcomplicated plans that have to go to the letter and annoy randy at how long they take. Randy meanwhile is a bit more loosey goosey and impuslive, the kind of guy who'd gladly sneak into a musuem benifit next to the building he's been peeing on to bum free food.

Sammy J drives most of the plot but it works well. Not only is the contrast of the muppet being the sane one of the two great, but Sammy takes your usual straight man to hilariously up his own ass lengths that lead to Randy barely parsing what he's doing. For instance Sammy J had a security system installed and insists it's state of the art and great.. despite all it's acomplished so far being accusing Randy of being a pedophile due to how the system SHOUTS "alert alert pedophile" for reasons, getting him arrested for trying to get into his own house, and getting him on the sex offenders registry. Not only that you have to close the door JUST RIGHT or your locked out, which naturally happens to our heroes. It's a joke that could easily fall or simply lean on being "lol pedophile".. but just keeps escalting and keeps working due to relatablity: we've seen tons of security system gags and i've had plenty of technology fail and plenty of people assume an overcomplicated system for their house is more resonable than removing it.

The lock out is also bad due to my faviorite gag of the special: the feast. The boys sing an entire song about Sammy J cooking them up a feast. Why he choose feast night to be stakeout night I don't know. And fitting the character he can't even have THAT be simple, forcing Randy to fast for 6 days to properly enjoy it and just.. not admitting he fucked up at any point, preferring to wait on the line to get support instead of I dunno, throwing a rock in his own window. The backup dancers, who get rudely dismissed and the chef's hat are just delightful.

The special has plenty of delightful stage florishes too: they go through their suspect list by having Randy's pupeteer dress up as each one , turning off the lights and using spotlights to simulate a camera flash while Sammy narrates them. My faviorite is the local family man from the family everyone hates whose hobbies include "Cheating on his wife and when not cheating on his wife football, darts and cheating on his wife" We also get extra puppets including a shovel and a pizza box. This show was low budget but you can tell they stretched every dollar they had and it paid off, both being skilled at muppetry. It's an ingenious use of stage and budget.

The pizza box comes about because the two consider odering pizza but Sammy's refusal to bend on waiting on hold sadly scuppers that plan. It does lead to a new one as Sammy, being the draconian howard moonian prick he is, threw away a nut loaf Randy tried to sneak in. Problem is BOTH are hiding things from each other, so they don't want to open it. We also get a great gag on Sammy pointing out on how "father time tops up people's life juice." and how he just says "Well that's it isn't it" when confronted with a good rebuttal.

Naturally the second Sammy J leaves Randy gets in the bin and finds BETRYAl: he'd been waiting to hear back from a woman he liked who was in machu piccu and Sammy J sent the letter away.. then wacks him with a shovel. Then decides wether to bury him or.. dis...dismember the corpse? And he chooses the latter?

Yeah we get full on muppet mutilation here complete with the bloody head of randy feltface. Sammy does capture the bin burglaar but as a ressurected Randy explains (Father time does indeed top off life juice), their kinjdly neighbor was a drug kingpin and he neded the money to get to machu picu. HE was in on the bin stuff this whole time. So the two decide to go to macu picu, Randy to find his lost love, and Sammy because "third wheel?".. and because he'll pay for Randy's passport. They miss her by 45 minutes but they had fun.

As you can probably gather this special was both hard to write about, as it's a fairly simple stage show more reliant on letting gags fly and insane. It seemed pretty mundane at first but just..e sclates as it goes and it's beautiful the whole time. Just about every bit they set up pays off some how. They also make out at one point, so they at least got to the point faster than the mighty boosh ever did.

Sammy J and Randy in Bin Night.. is a lot of fun and I recommend it wholeheardtly. These two comics clearly get how to take the muppet style of nonsense and translate it to adult humor without having ot scream

There's a lot of impressive puppets, fun gags and great character work nestled in this special and it was well worth the hour it took to watch it. You can find the special on youtube if your curious. I only wahnt to dig into MORE of these guys work, both as a duo and riding solo, after this magnificent special: it's fun, breezy and a nice mix of the muppets and the mighty boosh. Check it out if you haven't and check your bins. You never know when people will hide drug money or letters int here.

#sammy j #randy feltface #muppets #australia #bin night #comedy #special #monthly muppets

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The perks of being the baby; Jack Chambers:

Oh how that loveable tiny infant with the chubbiest cheeks, little heart shaped lips, sweet deep dimples, tiny rounded chin and squishy chunkiness that encased his miniature body. His name was Roger, and just like that he became the youngest member of the Chambers family. Susan and Alice's instant female attachment seasoned in with a little tenderness welcomed little Roger in.

But Roger and Jack had this special bond since day one. The way Jack would cradle him in his arms, feed him, change his diaper, play his favorite game; peek-a-boo with Roger. He protected him with his life and never let Roger go to far from him when the little cheetah learned how to crawl. Scratched knees were kissed and bumped heads were iced with cold cloths.

Every fever was monitored with great caution and tender hugs. Bedtime stories were read every night and finished off with pacifying cuddles and tender smoochies from his parents before flying away to dreamland.

But now Roger was 8 years old. Although he enjoyed the occasional expulsion for his misdemeanors due to his admirable cuteness, Roger still kept his pique rejoinder everytime his parents or sister would infantile him beyond his years. Roger would be endlessly tired of his mother cooing at how 'squishy' his chubby little cheeks were, his dad ruffling his 'little man's' hair and Susan and her dearest game of baby with Roger as the baby and Susan as the mommy.

But today, Roger was set on being seen in a different light. Today, he was a man. Or at least a more mature person than he was 2 weeks ago when he accidentally put a hole into Mr. Waddath's window. That was 200 dollars down the drain for Jack. Much to his great acrimony. Roger didn't have the fluke of being the youngest on his side when it came time to doll out the proper punishment.

Roger woke up before anyone else and made breakfast not just for himself, but for everyone. Granted it was just cereal, but it was hefty start in getting the recognition Roger was entitled to. Alice heard all the comotion and went into the kitchen to see what could have been happening at 7 in the morning.

"Roger?" Her groggy voice spoke from the corner of the doorway. She rubbed her eyes and focused them on an already dressed for school Roger who was finishing pouring milk into the last bowl. ""Roger?" Her groggy voice spoke from the corner of the doorway. She rubbed her eyes and focused them on an already dressed for school Roger who was finishing pouring milk into the last bowl. "What are you doing up so early?"

Roger stopped motionless in his tracks for a few pondering seconds to look at his mother before returning the bowl. "Making breakfast,"

Alice stepped closer and examined the four bowls full of frosted flakes. She played middle man to being impressed and a bit astound to what Roger was thinking in that mischievous 8 year old brain of his. Eventually, Jack came in with all the comotion and the acknowledgment of Alice no longer sleeping beside him in the bed.

"Roger?" His eyes focused themselves onto a ambitious Roger, who's mind was now set on pouring orange juice into everyone's glasses. Jack glanced over to Alice and then to the bowls of cereal that were ready to be enjoyed.

"You made breakfast?"Jack asked in a sort of questioning manner. Roger was quite pleased with his homemade breakfast. He gratified himself on the back and took a seat as an invite for the rest of his family to join. Susan awoke and went into the kitchen to see cereal and orange juice set in her usual spot.

Susan perplexedly took a seat and started eating as everyone's glanced back and forth towards Roger who was unbothered, eating away at his cereal. Alice finally spoke and expressed her gratitude for her ready made breakfast. "Thank you sweetie for making us all breakfast. We really appreciate it." She nudged Jack's leg under the table who followed her motif of thanking Roger, as did Susan.

Roger seemed pleased with this as he continued eating without constantly glancing over to see how everyone was taking this sudden bolt for out of the blue.

Everything seemed pretty casual, especially for Roger as he was grabbing his bag and lunch for school. But the sweet smell of the adult treatment came to a halt when Roger bumped his shoulder going out the door. "Ow!" his voice echoed enough for Alice to cease her cleaning the counter, and Jack to completely turn his attention from the morning newspaper which was something he rarely did.

"Roger, are you alright?" Alice said marching over to her injured son, who was rubbing his shoulder blade. Jack rocketed himself from the table, and attended to Roger as well. Susan looked on from the doorway she was midmost through. Roger felt uncomfortable with the attention he was receiving, as it reminded him of a small child that drew attention when their mommy and daddy were lost and everyone catered to the poor bairn with sweet gentle tones and compressing hugs. Afterall, who could resist feeling sorry for the little one, who presented themselves as so helpless and innocent.

Well, the scenario demonstrated itself with Roger, who was in his mother's grasp and whose father was rubbing his cheeks and repeating reassuring words with a hushed timbre. Roger tried hard not to produce a pouty lip that he used as an excuse to make himself more pitiful. But instead, he presented himself mime to any need for concern.

"I'm fine." Roger said trying to distance himself from the fine line of childlike guileless and the depth of an adult. But Alice didn't timely catch on, as she plopped a big kiss to his cheek and Jack sealed it in with a papa bear hug. "Just be careful sweetie." Alice reminded before sending the two out for school.

While the walking the granite path, Susan couldn't help but tease her younger sibling about the great amount of affection he received from their parents. "Look out for that crack in the road sweetie." She joked with an amused chuckle. Roger furrowed his eyebrows when glancing at the blonde before his attention back the the sidewalk. "Jealous?" Susan looked puzzled. "Why would I be? Mom and Dad already consider me a proper mature lady," She said uppity. "While they still see you as their helpless baby cub that still needs his cheek kissed for a stubbed finger." Susan babyishly cooed, as if to add more indignity to Roger's infantilism.

Roger gifted her a sour look. "Well at least I'm trying....you never support me!" Susan scoffed. "Honestly, I try to Rog, but it's hard when you're pulling pranks or when you're constantly getting in trouble at school for fighting or teasing someone. And plus, you have a natural curse of being the youngest which automatically deems you to be babied."

Roger pondered on that. "What do I do then?" Susan shrugged, "Not much you can. I think if you act mature, mom and dad will hopefully see you as that."

At school, Roger tried his best to be well bred. His teachers went pale at this sudden change, and even questioned if Roger was alright. "I'm fine, I'm just trying hard to pay attention to the test tips." His reply still didn't seem to sanguine them. Instead, they scrutinized his behavior and didn't let their guard down for one second.

Roger carried on through his everyday at school, leaving everyone flabbergasted about rapport. The school day ended and Susan and Roger were delighted to see either Jack's green chevy bel air or Alice's black chevy bel air. Today it was Alice. "Hey kids, how was school?"

Susan settled herself in the back. "It was really good. I got an A plus on my test!" "That's so good honey! What about you Roger?"

"I studied for my upcoming test next week and got an A on my science report." Alice was captivated by this. Although she knew Roger was a smart student, and nere really failed any classes, his mischievous quirks are what got him in serious trouble.

"That's great honey! Did your teachers say anything?" Roger shook his head. "Nope, only good job."

Alice sped home, thinking either she or Roger were coming down with a fever. She even called his teachers who had incredulously confirmed this. Jack arrived home later that evening per usual, and Alice was waiting right there to tell him about little Roger's day at school.

Jack of course greeted Alice with a peck on the lips before gathering her anticipating facial look. "What happened?" "Roger."

Jack sighed before cupping his hand to his face. "What did he do?''

"Nothing, that's the scary part," Jack furrowed his eyebrows, now with anticipation himself, "He didn't pull pranks, or do anything that would warrant a detention for him and when I called his teachers, they confirmed it." Jack looked on astonished. But his suprisment soon turned grave before he was up from the chair, darting to Roger's room. Alice bemused, followed suit with her husband into the bedroom of their young son.

Roger's head shot up like a slingshot, upon seeing his parents entering his bedroom with apprehensive faces. "Hey bud, we just wanted to know...how are you feeling?"

Roger smirked sharply. "Fine, I mean..nothing's wrong." Jack and Alice exchanged expressions before Jack put his hand on Roger's forehead and cheeks. "No sign of a fever or warm head," He started. "So he's not sick...physically thank goodness."

Alice and Jack sent an inquire of questions before finally leaving. Susan poked her head shortly into Roger's room before sitting down on the bed. Roger closed the door, and listened to what Susan was to say next. "So, you hoodwinked mom and dad?"

"What are you talking about? I'm serious about trying to be more mature for them to see me as more capable." Susan raised an eyebrow. "Susan, you don't get it. I'm tired of being everyone's little Roger, your 'baby' brother, and mom and dad's 'baby' boy, I want a fresh start." Susan nodded. "I know I make fun of you at times Roger, but before you came along, mom and dad thought the same way about me. But with a little maturity and you of course, they saw me in a different light."

Roger pondered on that before affably thanking his blonde sister for her cultured counsel. Susan gave a illustrious grin before skipping out of Roger's bedroom. But of course, taking full advantage of Roger's apathetic guard, let one of his passage of right sisterly antics slip....maybe as payback for all the antics of Roger she had to put up with.

"Mom! Dad! Don't forget to kiss Roger goodnight!" Roger sent a serrated glare to Susan along with a stuck out tongue before returning to his room to hurry himself to bed before his parents shuttled themselves up the stairs to act on Susan's reminder for them to shower Roger in their puerile affection. Especially Jack.

Alice had her share of doting to her baby boy, but Roger being a daddy's boy, seemed to bear the 'brunt' of his father's tenderness. 5 year old Roger never obliterated how he had fallen on the hard concrete pavement in front of school; tears dripping from his eyes, while blood rivered down his scraped knee. That's when Jack came in after seeing the abominable mishap, and according to Roger, made it 10 times worse when he smothered the little lad's cheeks in kisses and 'nauseating' pet names Jack had continued to announce.

"Oh my little Rogie! Daddy's here, he'll make it all better. I'll kiss it better." Those words burned into Roger's memory, like a farmer branding his stock. But that was just one of the 'horrifying' public mishaps that involved Roger's babyish treatment. 2 year old Roger, who was still in diapers, needed a change while at playgroup, and the abasement of Jack running full speed with a diaper and powder in his hands, needing to "change his baby bears diaper," was all too much for Roger. Don't ask him how he remembered that.

So, it was no surprise that Roger's guard against the unimpeded devotion of affections his parents had towards him and Susan were tightly monitored by him. But nonetheless, Roger wasn't going to allow the trial of this to admonish his title of 'Mr. Independent'. He was determined to shed his image of the lovable baby boy bouncing on his parent's laps, who received kiss after kiss on his chubby cheeks from all his family.

When retiring time rolled around, the kids were packing into their beds, waiting on their parents to send them off the dreamland. Despite experiencing languor, Roger forced himself awake to make sure he got his shot at proving his heyday one last time before eyes were shut that night. "Goodnight Susan, have sweet dreams." Roger heard kisses being pressed to Susan's cheeks.

Fear sweat began to suffocate the youngin. So as a solution to this, he rolled himself in the covers and made it cover his face so his parents would have very little facial flesh to latch their puckered lips onto. "Roger, we just came to say goodnight darling." Alice said, making her way over to his bedside.

"Wow, they're determined," Thought Roger, as he snuggled deeper into his covers. "Rog, you're going to suffocate like that," his father yanked the covers back, exposing Roger's rosy warm cheeks. "There, isn't that better?" Jack had said this with twinges of a cooing tone.

Roger's emerald orbs adjusted themselves to his parents who were sitting on either side of his bed. Their expressions were the same as two parents who stared in awe at their newborn, who was suckling on his thumb with a teddy bear hugged up to them.

"Look at our little baby," Alice said, softly. "Seems like only yesterday, he was in his little crib." Roger shot an internal eye roll at such a statement. To him, they should've complimented his immense maturity this morning instead of focusing their nostalgia on the past of his baby days.

Alice yawned before leaning down to give her son a goodnight kiss on his forehead. "Goodnight honey, see you in the morning." She rubbed his cheeks before disappearing into her and Jack's bedroom. "Well, it's just you and me little guy," Roger cringed at that nickname. "I know you're not little anymore but....I remember when you were. You were so tiny compared to you teddy bears, you would suck on your blue pacifier and you loved shiny things." Jack seemed so in love with those days the more he talked about it.

Jack then looked down at an gauche Roger. He shined a soft, gentle smile before covering Roger back up in the covers, paralyzing him in his bed, unable to make an abrupt getaway from any tricks. Roger had assumed that to his luck, maybe he could escape another goodnight kiss, but he should've known better. "Goodnight my boy, I love you," Jack whisper talked. He bent down to Roger's cheek and pressed a big sound kiss to it. "MUAH!" To Roger, it echoed throughout the entire world and everyone was laughing.

Heck, it might as well have been in front of Heather Morgan, his crush, Lionel Tamptin, the coolest guy at school or on a national broadcast television for the entire universe to mock him.

If you asked him, Roger might as well have had cartoonish red kiss marks all over his face with a binky in his mouth and bonnet on his head. But adding insult to injury, Jack booped Roger's nose with his before leaving the room. Roger just laid there, humiliated and bitter over the outrage he suffered. It was like they wanted to 'ruin' his social life with their constant stifling.

Unimaginable, Roger woke up with furrowed eyebrows and crossed arms, already ill-tempered from the cumbersome chagrin. Why Roger could even still feel the tingling from Jack's melodramatic babyish notion of love and he wasn't impressed. With the day being a weekend, it would be the ordinary for Roger to jetpack out of his bedroom, chow through his breakfast and dash to corner shop, meeting his friend, Jason there.

But instead, Alice was forced to check on a laggy Roger who had a mulish frown across his face. "Baby, breakfast is ready," Roger gave way to a blench after hearing that. Baby. He was not a baby. "Are you feeling alright?" Roger instantly bluffed a rictus. "Of course, I just overslept a little." That seemed to satisfy Alice, as she grabbed his hand and escorted him to the dining room table downstairs.

Roger's eyes couldn't help but zero in on his hand being intertwined with his mother's. It seemed like every attempt he made to be 'grown up' was overshadowed by his parents attempts to keep him little. "There's our little guy!" Jack's words ricocheted in Roger's brain. He was at the table, with the open newspaper on top of his thigh. But before Roger had the option to dodge anything, Jack stretched his arms out for a big bear hug, accompanied by a quick smooch on Roger's temple.

"Started to get worried about ya." Jack stated as Roger took his seat at the table. Alice flashed a warm smile while Susan chuckled at seeing Roger being cuddled. Much to his dismay. Roger flashed an angry glare to Susan, before flicking some bits of his toast at her.

"Ow!"

"Roger." Jack said in a warning tone. Roger smirked before going back to his breakfast. "You know for someone who wants their parents not to see them as a baby, you're sure doing a lousy job." Susan balked, wiping her face of residue butter, thanks to her brother.

All eyes were now on Roger. That same feeling of shame crept up on him like last night, once proven that his efforts were futile in changing his parents perspective. Roger dropped his toast and cleared his throat, aching to get that dryness that was clogging his breath to perish. "So what? I can't help it if I'm the youngest!" He raised his voice more than he should.

He threw his napkin over his plate and stormed outside. Roger got on his bike and pedaled away from the blue house as fast as he could. Tears were held hostage the more Roger's mind played his humiliation over in his mind. "Stupid Susan," he thought, "All stuck up because she has high marks, she's a nerd, she likes to play by the book all the time."

Roger's cheeks were stained scarlet. It wasn't until he got to the corner store, when he realized he was still in his PJ's. He shook his head yet still found his way into the store, buying chocolate bars for comfort.

Meanwhile at home, Susan was made to explain to entire situation to her parents as to why her little brother seemed so upset about the footnote she shared at the table. "So that's why Roger was staying out of trouble!" It clicked within the family as to why Roger's resolution to be developed made him so aloof to any ounce of what he felt to be childish stratagems.

Alice furrowed her eyebrows. "Jack, can you go find him?" Jack was already up, with keys in his hand. "Thanks again Susan."

Jack took Alice's car this time. It was the first one available and he wasn't one for wasting time in a crisis. The black car drove haltingly up and down neighboring neighborhoods, in search of a black bike and hopefully a little brunette boy still in blue teddy bear pajamas.

Then he spotted him.....Roger, sitting alone on the curb, eating a chocolate bar. He was dispirited, his face yelled gloomy and his aura around him was abasement. Jack's heart dropped and shattered into pieces at the sight. As much as he wanted to jump out and smother Roger in a hug....he knew he wouldn't be able to do that.

"Roger?" Jack's voice was soft, gentle as to carefully approach the chance he had with his son. Roger glanced up a bit before turning his attention back to the ground again. Jack parked the car, and made his over to his boy. He sat next to him, admitly with a struggle due to the low ground and Jack's natural reduced flexibility that always comes with age.

"Hey champ," A conversation starter to say the least, "You mean to tell me that you walked all the way to the store in your pj's and bought a chocolate bar?" Roger shrugged. "I rode my bike." Jack looked over at the obvious piece of metal, shadowing by the very curb they were on. "Your sister told us what happened," Jack wanted to clear the air as fast as possible. Roger looked Jack in the eyes now.

"W-We didn't know.....we're sorry." Roger looked back down, mind riveting back and forth of what exactly Susan said. Roger nodded, still not facing Jack, symbolizing he wanted more of an explanation. "Sometimes, we all get carried away because.....well...you are our youngest and last baby and I guess we try to hold on to that....me especially,"

Roger's head perked up in proper blindside. Sure he had always suspected this, but it was never hashed so bluntly in a confession coming from the main person who had a hopeless devotion, catering to Roger's juvenile side.

"But I was wrong for that, I should never have treated you like a baby. Because you're not a baby....your an older kid and deserves to be treated like one. I'm sorry Rog....this was about me not wanting to let you go....truth is, somedays I just see you as that loveable 3 month year old who was helpless, tiny, adorable...and I just felt so.....so responsible. I just wanted to protect you from everything and just hold you and tell you everything was going to be okay. I never had that....so I promised myself that when I had children, I would never let a day go by where I didn't show them I loved them."

Now Roger understood. He was seeing the entire picture all at once and although Jack was the one apologizing, Roger was the one carrying the weight of his egotism. "Aw shucks dad!" Jack gave a gentle smile before wrapping his arm around Roger. "Is this a trick?"

Jack shook his head. "No, honest!" Roger playfully rolled his eyes before hugging Jack and then pulling away instantly. "You know, just in case anyone from school sees..." Jack chuckled and smiled gaily. "I understand....let's go home okay?"

"Can I follow you with my bike?" "Of course," Jack smiled at Roger with yawning gratification. "Of course you can."

#jack chambers son #jack chambers imagine #jack chambers #yn chambers #daddy's baby #daddy's boy #baby of the family #harry styles fanfictions #harry x reader #roger chambers #susan chambers

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impeccablebackside · 6 months

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kinda like the thought of giving the queens a bit more "casual" cuddling during sex. like i imagine plato just giving his vicky some soft scraching behind her ears while he's also inside of her. the doubled pleasure causes her eyes to roll back, and she starts to purr. it'll also make them feel safe and even more comfortable with their partners. cuddling sometimes is just everything. but simultaneously with fucking? ...hell yipedi-yeah!

Thank you so much for this ask anon. While I have never really talked about it beyond one post, cuddling during sex is something that I think would be a really great thing (to put it lightly). That sort of sensation / sensual play holds a lot of good promise and is incredibly underrated. Anything that can elicit shivers of joy is wonderful.

I love the idea of some good ear attention or scalp / neck massage type secondary stimulation to go alongside the primary stimulation of being fucked. I am not sure if you know (but I am thinking that you do given the wording of your ask - so thanks again anon), but scalp massages or gentle scratching end up being very relaxing yet stimulating. It would cause Vic to be almost zoned out and in on each bit of attention she is gettting from her mans. Relaxed, but focused on all the pleasure, riding out the bliss in the most arresting of ways. Separately, the differing types of attention are welcomed, and together they combine and elevate the other. It would definitely border on being overwhelming once the waves of her orgasm start hitting her, with much more force than other situations would typically produce. The eyes rolling back is literally what I picture in my mind anon. We share similar thoughts it seems.

Even on the flip side, I am also all for delicate stimulation when a tom is jerking it or getting fucked. I know I would absolutely freaking melt with any form of butterfly kiss or gentle touch regardless of situation. I have a soft spot for super personal and intimate things like that. If I am in a 'vulnerable' position, I would likely shoot off and quiver at such light, but compelling attention. It would be so revelatory. I think Plato would be in the same boat. It is not the amount of non-sexual stimulation, but rather simply the meaningful attention he would get from Vic. Any sort of focus on him by the white queen gets him weak to begin with. I think him jerking himself while Vic sits behind or beside him, giving him sweet kisses and whispering in his ear is a semi-frequent occurrence to some degree. I even wrote a very short post about it. Even in other fics, I have dropped in mentions of neck or ear nibbling, headpats / caressing, or ear rubbing. While they are never a big focus at all, they all contribute a bit to making the character feel even more special.

Even just as part of aftercare, cuddling and sensual touches are so perfect between Vic and Plato. Both of them are quite spent after they are finished fucking one another's brains out and serving their souls some good pleasure. Vic takes time to clean herself to return to the prim and proper queen she embodies, making sure her fur is back in order. Plato usually sits quietly contemplating after, mostly because his mind is still levelling off from what he experienced. However, he always helps to clean her off once he floats back down to earth, and spends extra time cleaning her headfur because he cannot help kissing her over and over again.

Whether it be pre- or post- sex, they both absolutely love the quiet time spent cuddling with one another. It fills both of them with an euphoria that they cannot get any other way. After the short time when they are both idle catching their breaths, Vic turns to watch Plato, who is always looking at her with a smitten love blazed across his face. Being appreciated by someone else in such a close physical relationship makes Vic feel so special and safe. Particularly, Plato giving her head pats and rubbing her face makes her melt, and all the stress she holds is beautifully unwound. Attention to her ears and the fur under eyes comforts Vic, and she gets always gets sleepy. Sweet, affectionate kisses between the two of them alongside this elevate the aura of love. Curled up together with her man is her favourite place to be, and after sex they drift off wholly content and wrapped in the warmth of each others arms. It really is a beautiful thing.

You are definitely correct anon, cuddling and embracing is oftentimes everything, regardless of if it involves sex or not. Very little is as rewarding as simply belonging to someone else. Knowing that you belong so wholeheartedly to the positive essence and energy of another, no matter the context, is part of what inspires my idea of romanticism. To be truly in love is to possess that level of interconnectedness where you are not whole without someone else. To bridge the physical contact between two people and become one, sharing in the warmth and embrace of another is superb. To conflate the emotions and desire of two people into a miasmic haze of love (and lust) is truly a premise of immense joy. The closeness, specifically the innate intimacy where two people can connect in such powerful way, seems like it would be the ultimate end-goal. Potentially more than any sort of sexual satisfaction.

#i fucking love their relationship anon it is the closest thing to perfection I could ever surmise #(and I want to know what it is like so badly it hurts some days to be honest)#if you have more thoughts about them or even thoughts about another queen getting cuddled let me know please #thanks immensely anons for all the asks in the past couple of months #they are all truly appreciated #there have been some real good questions in them too

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sadnesslaughs · 6 months

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You have a coffee shop, and you always treat everyone kindly, whether they are heroes or villains. Everything was going well until a young hero decided to read your mind.

“Hi, welcome to Sanctuary, the coffee shop that caffeinates everyone. What can I get you today?” I smiled, fingers hovering over the register as I prepared to take the order. Ugh, I can’t believe how stupid some of these villains look. Look at this idiot, wearing a black and red suit. What is he, Shadow the hedgehog? What’s his special power, listening to an alternative band while whining about the system? Seriously, the rookies get worse with every batch. I thought, letting out a small chuckle at my Shadow joke, picturing it in my head. Heh, imagine him with those big spiky… Is he staring at me? Why’s he staring at me like that? It’s not like he’s said his order yet. Does he want me to do something? “Um-“

“I’m not a villain.” He hissed, body shaking as he pushed out those words.

“Never said you were, sir. Heroes get a ten percent discount. We have to support our heroes in everyway we can.” Yeah, support the idiots that stink up my store with their sweaty costumes. At least the villains have the decency to shower after getting their asses kicked. Nope, not the heroes. They strut in, dripping in blood like a newborn lion cub presenting a meal to its mother. It makes me sick.

“You support heroes? You don’t seem the type. Sure you aren’t a villain?” Now he was swaying? What had him so worked up? Did he have to use the toilet or something? Why’s he so focused on me? He knows he’s in a coffee shop, right?

“I do. I appreciate the work you do, Shado- um, I mean… hero? Sorry, I don’t know your name. Anyway, what can I get you?” I said, trying to speed things along.

“Ugh… If you support heroes, why do villains get a discount too?” He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. The way he planted his feet against the floor told me he wasn’t planning on leaving without an explanation. Some heroes were utter time wasters. Why couldn’t they focus on boring the villains to death with conversation? Why target civilians like me?

“Because playing favorites would get me killed. I’m sorry if that offends you. I let the heroes’ guild know my reasoning, and they not only approved it, but encouraged it. They understand my work can have hostilities and by not playing favorites, I’m able to keep both my work and personal life safe. Now, what will you have?”

Why was he so upset? I didn’t do anything to the little idiot. It’s not like I enjoy serving villains either, they cause me more pain than the heroes. Sure, villains are the better customers, but they’re far worse people. It’s not like a hero has ever made me late to work. Just yesterday I missed a whole day’s work because Mr. Demolition blew up the Northside bridge. Real kicker was that he didn’t even mean to blow up that bridge, getting his norths and souths mixed up. So, I missed work because a villain didn’t remember Never Eat Soggy Weet-bix. Lovely.

“I’ll have a strawberry latte.” He said, eyeing me. What did he expect me to say, something smart? Sure, it’s funny that edgehog wants a strawberry latte, but I would never say that to his face.

“Excellent choice. Any cream?” Again, he glared at me. He must have been having a rough day. At least that makes two of us. He was having a bad day, and I was stuck serving him. What a twisted hell we were dancing in!

“No. Make it quick, I’m busy.” He held out his discount card, and I gave a polite smile.

“Of course. I won’t waste your time.” Not like you wasted mine… I scanned the card and took a peek at his hero name. Dark Spiral. How was that worse than I could have imagined? Oh, I’m the Dark Spiral, fear my spin of malice. “Pfft.”

“Something funny?” Oh, he was leaning over the counter now. He looked like he wanted to squeeze my head off. Seriously, what was his problem? I handed the card back, trying not to smirk.

“No, sir. Nothing’s funny. Good hero name. I’m sure you’re going to be an amazing hero someday. Well, even better than you already are.” I finished making the red drink and set it on the counter. “Thank you for supporting a small business. I hope you have an excellent day.” As I said that, my hand stretched out, hovering over the tip jar, having two separate ones. One for heroes and one for villains. The villains always won, mainly because they needed somewhere to dump their stolen money. Still, I wasn’t complaining. It’s not like I could tell if the money was stolen or not.

He didn’t answer me, snatching the drink and storming towards the door. Typical hero, such tight-asses when it comes to money. Oh, sure. They’re happy to promote a charity for some good PR, but they would never give a dime of their own money. Heroes and villains, what costumed losers. As that thought crossed my mind, Dark Spiral turned, his finger shaking as he raised it to the heavens. Was he about to say something? Did he actually want cream? Before he spoke, a hesitation seemed to fall over him, instead turning and leaving.

“Weird.” As he left, I went back to serving customers, still thinking about that encounter throughout the day. What a strange hero. I’ve never seen someone glare at me so intently before. Must have been having a really bad day. I wonder what his power is? I should have checked it when I took his hero card. Oh, well. Not like it mattered.

#short stories #writing #writing prompt #story #writer

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lpkorra · 10 months

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the bones for across the spiderverse to be a great movie are there, but the directors do not use their run time effectively to tell that story. my thoughts are below the read more cut

Miles' plot line is about not needing validation from the people around you to achieve what you are capable of. But this is shown in three pieces, 1) his mom being worried about him not being welcome in the discriminatory world of high ed, which is super real but i feel like this needed more thematic support thoughout instead of focusing on him having too much on his plate, 2) him choosing not to believe the other spiderpeople when they treat him as inherently bad, 3) payoff? he tells his mom her advice was helpful but it turns out it is his mom from another world. I feel like that number three point really hurt 2, which should have been the climax of the movie. her not being the mom who said that to him really took the wind out of the sails of this moment which due to its placement should have been the climax of the movie.

so much of the first part of the movie was miles feeling stressed and having too much to do. he is in a loving supportive community so his future need for validation in college seems a bit far off. I wish they had gone into the ethics of why the spiderclub can't help each other so that these teens can balance their lives. that felt more where the plot was going but it was just kinda dropped. It is only in there so the big bad villian can be created but doesn't have any actual payoff in this move.

Gwen arc is also about validation and knowing who has your best interest at heart. I feel like this plot is the typical you run away from home with your cool friends and realize your new friends are not as cool as you thought trope. I think this plot line is better handled than they usually are as her father does realize that it is not Gwen that needs to change but himself, so it is not full on prodigal son shit. Also some of her new friends are still cool and do want to help her achieve her goals, she so she has to really figure out the people around her and know which ones have her back. I think my problem with Gwen's arc is that i feel like she should have been the protagonist in this movie but she wasn't? like her arc was much better plotted than miles' but i still don't feel like she was central enough to the plot. I think her part needed to be beefed up enough so that she was the true protagonist, and that would have fixed the movie a bit.

Honestly i think the easiest way to fix the movie is just in the last 20 minutes. have Miles' arc end when he is transported. cut his interaction with universe 42 inhabitants. then have Gwen's bit where she is deciding for herself what she wants to do and not going after the approval of her new friends, have that be the climax and have them discovering that miles in not where he should be as the quick curtain to the film, don't drag it out. this would cut a lot of time at the end that could then be put into scenes where Gwen is questioning more what is the role of the spider club.

I do also like the take on generation trauma in this film as it shows how older generations can impose trauma on the younger because they just assume that that is how life has to be and instead of attempting to change how things work they instead put rules into place that insure others experience the same things they did. I hope this thread is more fully developed in the sequel. I think i'm ok with it not being completely tied off but we will have to see.

I think my biggest complaint is that this movie just didn't feel done. maybe when i see part three it will tie up all the loose ends and i will feel so happy with the story. but i feel like this was a two parter tv special where you are supposed to see the next part the following week. it was not just a cliff hanger at the end. major plot and thematic threads were not tied off sufficiently to make this movie feel like its own entity.

#across the spider verse spoilers #across the spiderverse

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madeofcc · 2 years

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July Update 🌞

Hello everyone and welcome to all the new brave and awesome soul that have been following me 🎉 you're almost 900 people potentially reading this (you won't be that many but anyway, you're still here).

As usual, here's a little update about the blog and my life and how both influence each other. I have some annoucement this month so think about reading the blog part to know what will happen during this summer ...

Otherwise and as usual, thank you all for being here and happy summertime to everyone ♥

LIFE UPDATE : Well well ... June was full of surprises, either good or bad. I finally turned 30 last month and never felt better in my life (though I’m a bit terrified to be like super old and alone one day haha but I also always think about how lucky we will be if we actually become old one day with global warming ...anyway). I’m still working full time, and still struggling each month with money (this inflation is a real nightmare I swear T_T) but I feel way better than before. I think it’s because I expose myself a lot more to the sun than I used to before to stay “whitish” as fuck and avoïd police control or racist slurs all the time but now I’m like “Look how tan I am bitch ♥” and I never felt more confident weirdly.

Last week, I also kinda broke my neck a bit. It’s not broken but I still have to make further exams to check if everything is indeed fine but I feel a bit better each day so fingers crossed ... I have few days off next week and I really look forward this moment to finally relax a bit. June was full of content with the DH special and pride edits. I wanted to do more but didn’t had time, especially with all the updates that basically turn a simple 1h photoshoot into a 3 days nightmare just for one pic >< Considering all that ... Here’s the blog update !

BLOG UPDATE : HOLIDAYS ♫

Yep, that’s right, I’m sorry my dear followers but I really, REALLY need, at least, an entire month of break to organise my next moves here.

I’m thinking of a new way to continue and finish DH2. I knew this part of the story wasn’t that essential but it will tell you a lot about Destiny and who her mother was and some characters will have some pretty important change as well (spoilers in the DH Random at coach !). I also want to talk about capitalism and global warming so I have to finish this season. The idea I have is to make 1 post with like 10 important shots from the entire episode and post a long text with every event, including some important lines. Would you be ok for a new DH ?

I want to post it between August and September so I can totally focus on October, aka the best month of the year, and especially Simblreen. I noticed that you were a lot more to enjoy Another Side than DH so I decided to stick on the idea of a new story. This time, it will be a horror story, totally inspired by Hill House/Bly Manor and focused on .... the iconic Behr sisters ! As their background story has a loooot of potential for that kind of story (2 sisters that lived with their grandma ... What happened to their parents ?! Why do they both seem fakely happy ?) I want to write about trauma, family and sisterhood, also want to go back to a full horror story. I’m warning you already, it will be scary and tense ! I can also tell you that the story will be like the Goth one, tell in chapters but it will be way longer than the Goth one. I’ve planned a lot of sidestories inside the main plot, full of characters and dark secrets to discover hehe. Both sisters will also be older as I love to write about YA/adult messed up because of trauma I guess ...

After that it will be .... SHOWTIME ! Not that awesome ts3 EP sadly but I’ll finally start working and posting DH Melodia (the Musical Special) and DH3 that we’ll have all the Coach special vibes and a lot more darker ones. The story will finally get really serious this time, with fun part though don’t worry, but the season will be horrific, gore and violent and most of the plot will focus on sisterhood VS toxic masculinity, including serious issues like rape and harassment so ... Just be prepared ^^” Anyway, I’m already preparing some characters for this part of the story and I can introduce you here a new one you’re going to love I think : Meet Mindy Perez

She’s going to be very important in DH3 and will be introduced in Melodia, with another new character that should been made by @aniraklova this time ♥ We’ll tell you more about it later.

I’m also planning a huge casting call for this part of the story, but this time kind of reverse as I’ll tell you exactly who and what I’m looking for. Just like a real casting call in which everyone apply for the same character you see ?

But plan, plan, plan, I already have to remember myself that I’m on a break and that I can actually play a little for a change :)

I wish you all a great summer. I’ll be reblogging most of the time during this month and will probably catch up on a lot of stories. Sending you all the good vibes that I can and remember to have fun, enjoy life a bit and relax my dears ♥

#July 2022 Update #Blog update #this is so long !#so sorry #but if you read it entirely ! I love you!#anyway #time for fun and play I guess ^^

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robynmizore · 3 months

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Redemption Chapter 18:

Winged Dreams

Posting this author’s note here in advance to prevent confusion. The cast of characters you are about to see are from my own series. Consider it a sneak peek for what’s to come. I’ll look forward to your thoughts on them~

“It feels weird to be back.” Takumi admitted as the Askrian castle came into view.

He’d gotten the hang of flying now, so a particularly embarrassing scene he’d dared not mention nor think about was far behind him. He’d miss the cabin, and the freedom to just be alone with Robyn without interruption. The progression of their relationship still made his heart fluttery when he thought about it. In a good way, and he could tell Robyn felt the same.

“It’s still early. Looks like no one’s up yet.” Robyn observed.

“Good. We should be able to land right in my room then.” Takumi responded, hovering near the window.

Can’t be too careful.. the prince thought, closing his eyes briefly to concentrate.

When he opened them, they were overtaken by a light green glow. “Search” was a magical skill both he and Robyn had picked up, although his worked a little differently. When people, animals, or objects moved about, it shifted the wind currents. By focusing his mind on each individual current, he could tell if someone was nearby, or if someone had passed by recently. He could also trace those individual currents to find someone nearby and pinpoint their exact locations, and eavesdrop on conversations.

While Robyn had the same skill, her’s worked differently. Regardless of movement, she could detect if someone was in the same room or area, even if they were hiding or completely still, and could also find specific objects. In addition, she could track people much further than him, the stronger her bond with them, the further she could track.

“No movement detected in the room or hallway.” Takumi reported, and Robyn giggled softly, earning a head tilt. “W-what’s so funny?”

”We sound like ninjas on a secret mission.” she chuckled as her husband used the breeze to gently open the window, landing them safely inside.

“I mean, we kind of are.” Takumi laughed softly in response.

They closed the window, then gazed at the familiar sights in the room. His bed had been neatly made, looking even more welcoming with the tapestry hung above it. Takumi’s heart fluttered again as he recalled the night they spent together after the ball. It had been sheer bliss, and in that moment, all awkwardness he’d ever felt around Robyn had melted away like morning dew. It wasn’t just Takumi’s skin that had been laid bare under the moonlight, but his soul. Ever since, he’d shared a special, unbreakable closeness with Robyn that he’d never felt before, and it left him feeling oddly content with himself, and he knew she felt the same. Next, they made their way to to Robyn’s room, where they hung the second tapestry over the fireplace. An appreciative smile made its way to the prince’s lips when he saw the fresh stack of firewood neatly piled up beside the fireplace. It was a nice feeling, knowing someone was considerate enough to anticipate their return.

“I wonder how Gaius and Caledori are getting along.” Robyn commented mischievously as they closed the door behind them.

Takumi chuckled, deciding to humor her a bit.

“Let’s go ask them! They teased us nonstop so now it’s payback time!”

Still laughing, they made their way to the staircase, and unable to resist, Robyn called

”Let’s slide down the banister, for old time’s sake!”

”Careful, don’t fall.” Takumi responded, launching himself off the railing after her.

Robyn reached the ground before him, and hurried off into the main room, and shaking his head in amusement, Takumi went to follow her, but his wife’s panicked cry made him freeze in his tracks.

”Takumi, come quick!”

”Whats wrong?!” Takumi broke off in surprise, his eyes widening when he saw Robyn cradling Caledori’s unconscious form in her lap.

The other heroes were no better, all seeming to be in a sleep-like state, and no matter how hard Robyn shook her friend, Caledori wouldn’t wake. Takumi knelt down beside Cherche, touching her cheek gently, but she showed no reaction.

“They’re suffering..” Robyn whispered, placing her hand over Caledori’s as her friend’s face furrowed in a look of distress, her chest fluttering rapidly.

Who would do this..?! she thought in dismay.

“They got Alfonse too..” Takumi muttered, his face grim. “Everyone in the castle seems affected.”

”So we’re the only ones awake..” Robyn murmured.

“Those Emblian dastards!” Takumi hissed, rage sparking in his gaze. “We should attack now and demand answers!”

”We don’t know if it was them. They could be affected too.” Robyn protested. “Let’s not do anything rash, and try and find some answers first.”

The fury and sadness in her husband’s eyes eased a bit and he nodded.

“If we ride my wind currents, we could probably sneak over to Embla and investigate-“

”There’s no need. They’ve already been affected too. You must make haste. There’s no time to waste.”

A voice interrupted, and the pair spun around to see the spirit standing behind them, a somber expression on her face.

“Your friends and Embla have been put under a deep sleeping spell.” she continued. “You will need your powers to infiltrate the dream and rescue Askr and Embla.”

”Wait.. we have to help Embla too?!” Takumi scoffed. “But they’re the enemy!”

”Things are not all that they seem. Cast aside your foolish human rivalries. Gods and goddesses must stand above those.”

”Fine.. but I still don’t trust them, or you. How are we getting into this dream anyways?” Takumi inquired suspiciously, and the spirit’s gaze shifted to Robyn.

”It is not I that holds the key, but the one who controls fate. Your powers allow you to not only enter others dreams and memories, but to alter them as well.”

Alter memories?! Why would I want to do something so awful?!

As if she’d read her mind, the spirit added

“You may need this power to protect your identity from future enemies. Now, take Takumi’s hand and focus your mind on Caledori’s, as if you were mentally reaching out. You should be able to reach her in dreams.”

Hesitantly, Robyn took the prince’s hand in her’s, and concentrated.

Hang in there Caledori.. I’m coming to help, I promise!

There was a strange pulling sensation, like she was falling into a deep trance. There was a rush of wind, shadows flitting rapidly across her vision, then all was still. Robyn dared to open her eyes a slit, and at once, they flew open in surprise. A warm breeze played with her hair, and pure lavender flowers swayed gently, a few small cabins here and there. Robyn frowned. They looked nothing like a nightmare. Takumi’s back was turned to her’s, and she couldn’t help but admire the way the sun dappled his hair as he turned towards her.

“Are you sure this is the right place- whoa!”

The prince stopped and stared, wide-eyed, causing Robyn to frown.

“Is.. there something on my face?”

”N-no! You uh.. here.”

Takumi pulled her over to a clear puddle in the ground so she could gaze at her reflection.

What..

A skin tight, full body black fabric adorned her figure, decorated with dark green wire that covered the top and her right arm. Translucent ribbons hung from her waist, but what drew her attention was the purple and dark green wings that glimmered, along with the outfit, in the warm sunlight.

“I-I’m a fairy?!” she stammered out in disbelief, but before Takumi could reply, her necklace glowered and the spirit’s voice rang out.

”For this world, you will need to focus on utilizing your magical abilities. Your sword is still there, however, it is unusable in this form. Instead your magical abilities are heavily enhanced.”

”I see..”

Robyn fluttered the wings gently, but she didn’t feel anxious about not using her sword. Instead, excitement filled her as Takumi looked over curiously.

“Do they work?”

”Yes!” Robyn replied, fluttering harder, letting out a small gasp as her feet lifted off the ground.

“Whoa.. you’re flying!”

”I know!”

The trees look so much better from this height!

The Summoner reached out to touch one of the glittering leaves.

“Don’t fly too high!” Takumi warned, and Robyn glanced down to see the prince staring at her with wide eyes.

Oh..

She had flown rather high.

“Alright, I’m coming down!”

Robyn started to flutter down, but very quickly she was seeing why Takumi had to practice so much, and too late she recalled the spirit’s advice to slow down as she neared the ground, closing her eyes as she braced herself for the impact, but a strong pair of arms caught her.

“E-easy there.”

She opened her eyes to see her husband holding her in the sky, his hair rippling in the breeze.

“You okay?” She nodded in confirmation, and Takumi smiled as they floated a little higher. “I want you to hold onto my hands, okay? We’re going to practice together. Ready?”

Warmth filled her as Takumi shifted back slightly, then spin them, slowly, gently.

“This is our sky dance.” Robyn murmured, recalling how they’d danced at the cabin.

“Yes. And now you can do it with me.”

Round and round they went, until fluttering her wings felt.. natural.

“Okay.. I’m going to let go now so you can try flying on your own.”

The prince’s hands left her’s, allowing Robyn to float on her own. While flying with Takumi’s wind powers had been thrilling on its own, doing it by her own power was even more exciting.

“Do you think we could touch the clouds?” she asked, gazing longingly at the white fluff, and Takumi chuckled softly, indulging her.

“Let’s find out!”

Higher and higher they flew, until the air grew cooler, Takumi joking that perhaps they’d accidentally fly out of the dream. They rested on one of the clouds, which felt soft and fluffy as they overlooked the world.

“I wasn’t expecting this place to be so.. lovely.” Takumi mused. “And I can’t see the others from here..”

”Perhaps not with sight, but with wind currents!” Robyn suggested, and her husband’s eyes lit up.

“Good idea!”

He closed his eyes to concentrate, while Robyn let her eyes sweep over the fields.

I hope Caledori and the others are safe..

“I think I sense movement in the forest over there.” Takumi said, pointing to the expanse of trees in the distance. “Let’s check it out.”

The forest looked dark and forbidding as they approached, the tops of the trees so tangled together, they seemed to block out the sky.

“This seems more like a nightmare..” Takumi muttered as they landed, and Robyn nodded in agreement.

They’d originally planned to fly over and scout the area, but it was far too dark to see.

“I can barely see past the first row of trees..” Takumi murmured, then held out his hand, which Robyn accepted. “Stay close.”

They stepped into the dismal gloom, picking their way carefully over tangled vines. If their friends were trapped in a dream, it certainly made sense to keep them in here, as it would be very easy to get lost, the pair quickly discovered.

“We’re not even that far in, but I can’t even see the entrance.” Takumi grunted, squinting, then his gaze darted past her.

“Robyn, look out!”

”..!”

Robyn spun around and dodged just in time as a shadow lunged at her, claws outstretched.

“My.. shadow..?!” she whispered in disbelief as in one smooth movement, they were surrounded.

“No time to question! We have to fight!” Takumi said, his back to her’s.

“Right!”

Let’s see what our new powers can do!

While training with the spirit, she’d discovered that because she was the Goddess of Fate, Robyn was what was considered an “impossible element,” both light and dark, and already, she could guess which one would be best for this fight. Channeling her holy magic, she sent a blast through the wall of shadows, evaporating them right through the middle. Behind her, she could hear Takumi firing wind infused arrows from the legendary Fujin Yumi, so he too could hit multiple enemies at once. Her triumph at eliminating the first wave was short lived as rows upon rows replaced them.

“Gods.. they’re endless!” Takumi exclaimed. “They’re not very strong by themselves, but things could get ugly fast if they keep coming like this!”

”Whatever called us here.. wants us to remain here!”

As if they’d read their minds, the shadows began to merge together to form a massive shadow that loomed over them with vicious sneer.

This is getting out of hand.. Robyn grimaced, raising an arm to summon a light shield.

But before she could finish her spell, several vines manifested, wrapping around the creature’s arms and legs. It snarled, straining furiously against the restraints, but could not break free.

“No..”

She heard Takumi whisper in disbelief, causing her to frown. Why did he sound so shocked? Following his gaze, Robyn felt her breath hitch in her throat.

No.. it can’t possibly be you!

Long forest green hair blew gently in the slight breeze that dared to penetrate the trees. Light green and pink wings fluttered, the body adorned with light green wire, decorated by leaves at the waist and skin tight glittering pink outfit, just like Robyn’s. An achingly familiar forest green gaze met her’s, eyes full of gentleness and serenity. A gaze she’d dreamt nonstop of being reunited with since she’s first arrived in Askr.

“Leafa!”

Robyn couldn’t keep the joy out of the cry that escaped her as she flew to embrace her sister so tightly it send both of them spinning.

“Where have you been?! I missed you so much!” she sobbed, burying her face into her hair.

”..What do you mean?”

The confusion in her sister’s voice froze Robyn’s tears in her tracks as she continued.

“We weren’t separated for that long, maybe a few hours at most! You had us so worried though, we thought that awful spell Freyja used sent you and Takumi really far away!”

That’s right.. it’s all just a dream.

Takumi was gazing up at them, confusion in his eyes. Robyn gave him a pleading look and he nodded in understanding. He’d play along, for her sake.

“Sorry.. I was just worried you wouldn’t find me.” Robyn apologized. “Where.. are the others?”

Please let Kiyoshi be with you!

The leaves rustled, and three more girls emerged.

“Maizono, Rina, Serah!” Leafa greeted each girl in turn. “I found Robyn!”

The trio she greeted were all in fairy forms of different types. Maizono’s skin tight outfit was blue, decorated by light pink wire matching the big bow that held her tied back hair. Rina’s was black, her’s matching the bow that held her ponytail and red wings. Serah’s was yellow with black wings, her black hair braided in the back. None of these names seemed to ring a bell. Friends of Leafa’s perhaps? And where was Kiyoshi? As if on que, a man with dark grey tied back hair, who they called Hisashi emerged, followed by a dark brown haired, scarf wearing man named Asahi.

“Looks like everyone is here. Kiyoshi should catch up in a minute-“ Asahi broke off as the shadow finally broke though the vines with a snarl, lunging at Robyn.

“Robyn, look out-“

The words had barely left Takumi’s lips before a large scythe with a blue rose on the blade shot through the darkness with deadly precision, sending the shadow flying into the trunks with a sickening thud. The scythe spun back around like a boomerang, its owner, a man with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes catching it easily.

“Y’know,” Kiyoshi said, twirling the scythe casually, his tone nonchalant. “I was gonna say ‘Hey, get your filthy claws away from my cousin!’ But then I decided slamming you into the nearest tree trunk sounded a lot more fun. Now then..”

Robyn’s cousin gave the weapon another spin before taking a battle stance, blue eyes narrowed in mischief.

“How does round two sound?”

From his place beside her, Takumi seemed to be taking everything in with quiet fascination.

“Do you know these other people?”

She shook her head.

“No.. but they think they know us. Probably due to this being in a dream world. It would be best to play along for now.”

”Soo.. it’s a fight you want, is it? Be careful what you wish for!” Asahi was taunting the shadow, who struggled to its feet.

The three boys didn’t seem to have fairy forms like the girls. Kiyoshi had his scythe, Asahi had a feather shaped dagger, while Hisashi had two smaller twin swords.

“Take this!” Rina called as it launched another attack, a red glow surrounding its body.

The creature slowed, panting, as if it was overheating. Leafa took the opportunity to bind it in her vines again.

“You’re done!” she said sternly as Maizono struck it with a ball of water.

It strained against the restraints, then snickered, causing the girls to hesitate in confusion. The massive shadows began to separate into countless smaller ones, surrounding the group effectively and forcing them into a tight circle.

“Uh-oh..” Leafa muttered uneasily, while Serah let out a whimper.

“Damn.. I can’t even see the forest anymore!” Rina exclaimed, flames beginning to rise from her hands.

“No!” Leafa gasped. “You’ll burn down the forest! Again!”

”I have an idea! Cover me!” Robyn ordered, fluttering up before anyone could protest.

A few shadows tried to grab her, but were quickly subdued by Takumi’s arrows.

If they’re made of darkness, they should be attracted to light because they’ll want to snuff it out. I just hope this works! Robyn prayed, summoning a tiny ball of light.

The shadows all immediately flocked around her, wrapping themselves around her in a tight ball.

“ROBYN!!”

She heard Leafa shriek in panic.

Now!

Reaching deep into her heart, Robyn summoned the light from deep within her, glowing brighter and brighter until the beams of light pierced through the ball, melting the shadows away with a hiss. Robyn emerged unscathed, the group cheering as she fluttered down to join them.

“That was amazing!” Takumi exclaimed, eyes shining, embracing her as she smiled sheepishly.

“Now we just have to beat Freyja!” Asahi exclaimed.

“If you even make it to her alive!” a voice taunted, causing the group to whip around as the trees parted to reveal a man with long, greasy black hair and a mask that covered half his face.

He was dressed in a dark mage outfit and carried a purple and gold tone, his face twisted into a hideous sneer.

“Ugh, not you again!” Asahi groaned. “Look buddy, that relationship with King Garon just ain’t gonna happen, so why don’t you can it and beat it before I make that ugly half-melted troll doll you call a face look worse.”

“W-who the hell are you?!” the mage spat, earning another eye roll.

“Nice to meet you too, Iago. Name’s Asahi. I’d ask myself the same thing if I had to wake up with your face every morning. That is.. if I could even sleep at night between questioning my existence as an emo abomination. Ever hear of a bath? You know.. baaaaaath? B-A-T-H?”

Robyn would have laughed, if it weren’t for Takumi quaking with rage beside her.

“You!” he spat, and the mage snickered as he tried to gain the upper hand again.

“Ah yes.. if it isn’t Prince Takumi. How lovely it is to see you.. again. You should have been driven to despair by those lovely nightmares I infected your mind with, if it weren’t for her!”

He jabbed a furious finger at Robyn, who frowned as confusion filled her.

“Wh-what?!” Takumi stammered as Iago cackled wickedly.

“Fool! I was the reason you were plagued with all those nightmares of your mother’s death! Garon chose you to be our perfect pawn because you were the weakest, but thanks to that wretched woman-“

”..If you lay one finger on my husband ever again.. I’m going to be wearing your guts like a Hoshidan kimono….”

Heads all turned to stare at Robyn in shock as she glowered at the mage, practically oozing fury as flashbacks of all the nights she spent consoling Takumi from nightmares filled her mind. The prince had admitted while he’s always had nightmares, they’d grown worse since his mother’s death, and they’d assumed it was due to trauma. But knowing the man in front of her had deliberately made these dreams more frequent to torment him infuriated her beyond words.

“E-excuse me?!”

”Oh I’m sorry.. did I stutter?! I said if you so much as touch Takumi, I’m going to be wearing your guts like a Hoshidan kimono!”

The rage in her voice began to steadily increase, Iago starting to look increasingly more unnerved.

“I’ll find a recording tome so I can record your screams as my bedtime song every night, and then I’ll have your head mounted on my wall as a godsdamned HALLOWEEN DECORATION!!!”

”Y-you should hear h-how absolutely insane you sound right now!” Iago blustered, struggling to regain control over the situation again. “A-as Nohr’s finest mage, you would do well to address me properly!”

”You’re absolutely right, how rude of me.” Robyn responded, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Why hello my good bitch, whatever seems to be the fuck-“

”ENOUGH!!!” Iago screeched, eye twitching as Takumi sputtered out a laugh and the mage drew his tome. “Any last words?!”

”You were a mistake!” Asahi called from somewhere behind her. “Lose the cult reject outfit and maybe we’ll take you seriously!”

”GINNUNGAGAP!”

Beside her, she heard Takumi gasp as the mage fired a ground shaking ball of dark energy at her, but a sly smile made its way to Robyn’s lips, freezing Iago’s features when he caught sight of it. Being the impossible element meant that Robyn was both pure holy element and pure darkness element, so neither could affect her. And Iago was about to find that out first hand as she absorbed the attack, leaving a puff of smoke. As the smoke started to clear, Robyn stepped out from behind it, calling to the now petrified Nohrian.

“Unlike you.. I don’t need fancy incantations for my spells. Go back to school…” A warm glow surrounded the fingertips of her outstretched hand. “DIMWIT!!!!”

The force of her spell hit faster than they could blink, sending Iago slamming into the trunk so hard, the whole tree came crashing down onto him as he slumped to the ground, his tome falling from his hands. Asahi let out a low whistle while Kiyoshi put away his scythe.

“One down, now for-“

”It’s not over yet!” Takumi hissed, floating up as Iago struggled to stand, reaching for the tome. “I’ll finish him.”

By some miracle, Iago managed to stand as the furious Hoshidan prince landed in front of him.

“Many say Gods are supposed to show mercy.. but this one is fresh out of it!” the prince deadpanned, hitting the mage with a branch shaking wind blast that sent his cloak flying clean off.. leaving the mage in his small clothes.

“Tch..”

Takumi’s head lowered, his eyes hidden in shadow as he blushed furiously, too flustered to speak.

“D-don’t look Leafa!” Robyn heard Serah whimper.

“Y-you too!” her sister replied as they covered each other’s eyes.

“Oh my gods!” Maizono gasped as her and Rina covered their mouths, giggling uncontrollably.

“Damnnnn buddy.. when I said to ditch the cult reject outfit, I didn’t mean like that.” Asahi muttered, shielding his eyes with one hand as he peered through his fingertips.

“Still better than what he was wearin’ before..” Kiyoshi mumbled back, cheeks tinged pink. “Talk about second hand embarrassment..”

Even Robyn had nothing else to say, and throughly humiliated, no one stopped the mage as he made a hasty retreat.

”I can’t believe you recognized him!” Rina gasped out between laughs as Asahi shrugged.

“Well you described him to me, didn’t ya? It was pretty easy to recognize someone who dresses that obnoxiously.”

Takumi remained silent throughout the whole interaction, his face still crimson.

“Dude.. is he okay?” she heard Kiyoshi asked, and Asahi started to snicker.

“Looks like Takumi learned a new move for the bedroom-“

”SHUT IT!” Takumi and Kiyoshi yelled at the same time.

Robyn went over to stand beside Takumi, leaning her head on her husband’s shoulder, feeling him relax instantly. A faint, mischievous smile made its way to her lips, and as soon as the attention was off him, she leaned in to whisper impishly in his ear.

“I wouldn’t mind if you tried that~”

”Nnn..”

Takumi’s face turned scarlet again, and he refused to look at her. It wouldn’t take a detective to figure out that the prince’s mind was clearly in the gutter.

“Ugh.. why did we have to get separated from Alfonse and the others? We’ll never find them if we can’t get out of this dumb forest!” Asahi complained.

No matter which way they turned, there was no sign of an exit. Suddenly, Leafa stopped with a gasp.

”I’ve got it! I’ll ask nature!”

”Ask.. nature?” Takumi inquired, tilting his head, and Leafa nodded enthusiastically.

“If I talk to the forest, maybe it’ll show us the way out! One moment please..”

Leafa fluttered down to rest a hand on the earth, a light green light emitting from her as she closed her eyes and concentrated.

That makes sense! Since Leafa’s the fairy of nature!

While they’d been exploring the woods, Robyn and Takumi had cleverly managed to find out the group’s powers and weapons without actually giving away the fact that they didn’t actually know them.

Leafa was the fairy of nature, Rina was fairy of fire, while Maizono controlled water, Serah was a light fairy who specialized in strengthening spells and illusions. Kiyoshi controlled darkness and the moon and wielded his scythe, Hisashi controlled time, his weapon of choice two twin swords, and he could replicate other’s weapons and summon a weaker version of it. And lastly, there was Asahi, a dagger wielder who controlled the earth and had an entire army of bird familiars at his disposal, which he seemed to really enjoy sicing on Kiyoshi. Robyn had a feeling he and Henry would get along quite well.

The green glow that was surrounding Leafa began to expand and grow, and the vines began to unfurl, the trees parting to reveal a path.

“Brilliant!” Takumi exclaimed.

“Thank you nature, for showing us the way!” Leafa said, giving the trees a quick bow and the group continued on.

“Ugh, finally!” Asahi groaned as they exited the trees. “Any longer and I’d be kissing the ground.”

”That I’d like to see.” Kiyoshi teased, earning a playful shove.

“Come on, let’s find Freyja and give her a piece of our minds!” Rina declared.

Robyn and Takumi exchanged puzzled glances. They’d managed to glean some information, but still drew a blank when it came to Freyja. Hesitantly, Robyn spoke up.

”She can’t be all bad.. right?”

”What?!” Rina exclaimed, while the others just looked shocked. “Have you forgotten? She kidnapped Freyr and trapped the Order of Heroes in a nightmare! They were on the run but Alfonse told us to come find you!”

”Robyn’s just being optimistic. Like she always is.” Takumi asserted, and she gave him a grateful look.

The sounds of fighting up ahead drew their attention.

“Soooo.. how much we wanna bet on them being up there?” Asahi drawled, and Rina’s eyes narrowed.

“Let’s check it out!”

The group took off at a run (or flight) towards the noise, just in time to see the Order of Heroes facing off against-

“Dream King Freyr?! What are you doing?!” Maizono exclaimed in horror.

The ethereal looking man with what appeared to be butterfly wings across his chest gazed at them sadly.

“Do not interfere. Freyja has taken my powers. My death is the only way to stop her.” he replied, sounding resigned.

“Like hell I’m gonna listen to that!” Rina fired back. “Thinking that dying is the only answer is just plain stupid!”

”Why are you all trying to take my brother from me?!” a beautiful woman with long snow white hair and crimson eyes shrieked.

“Great.. Freyja’s here too..” Kiyoshi grumbled. “And if what Freyr said is true.. she’s unstoppable now. This is the hardest choice we’ve had to make, but if we can’t think of anything else then..”

”W-we can’t kill someone!” Serah cried out in horror. “Courtesy Call was formed to save others! Killing Freyr goes against everything we stand for.. right Robyn?!”

Robyn froze as all eyes suddenly turned to her.

Why me?!

”Well, Robyn? You’re our leader. It’s your call.” Asahi said.

Even Takumi’s eyes were calmly expectant. He believed in her. They all did. Robyn slowly turned her gaze back to the fight raging below her. Her purpose was to help others.. right?

But how can I help someone I know nothing about?! I doubt she’d agree to a friendly conversation! Unless..

The realization hit her like the ocean’s grey waves. Maybe there was another solution!

”I have an idea, but there’s not much time to explain. I just need you to get me close to Freyja so I can talk to her!”

”Get you close to Freyja?!” Kiyoshi echoed. “But she’ll attack you!”

”Not if Leafa restrains her.” Takumi spoke up. “You can do that, right? Just like you did with the shadow?”

Robyn’s twin nodded earnestly.

“What about the alfr?” Asahi inquired, pointing to the two dark fairies fighting beside Freyja. “I doubt Tirandra and Plumeria are gonna sit still and look pretty while we tie up their precious queen.”

”Leave that to us.” Maizono asserted. “Now let’s hurry!”

The little group charged, and as predicted, Tirandra shouted

“What the hell are you doing?! Get away from her!”

”Such persistence.” Plumeria sighed, shaking her head as if she were dealing with naughty children. “Isn’t it time for you to die?”

“Fat chance!” Rina shouted, knocking them out of the sky with a fire ball.

“You’re done! Time to cool off!” Maizono chimed in, blasting them with a tidal wave of water large enough to drown a small Askrian village.

“Ugh!” Tirandra sat up with a groan, her companion doing the same, too weak to fly as she glared up at them. “If you’re going to kill us, just do it already.” she growled.

“Hard pass. Even though you’re really annoying.” Asahi replied loftily, and Serah formed a powerful light cage around the pair.

“Look out!”

Robyn heard Takumi shout, and they heard Freyja’s shriek of rage, and looked over to see her making multiple copies of herself to attack them. Asahi let out a low whistle.

“Damnnnn.. that’s a new one.” He turned to Hisashi. “Looks like we’re up now.”

”And me.” Kiyoshi asserted, his eyes glowing brilliant blue.

He touched the ground, shadowy soldiers rising up from the darkness. Hisashi faced a group of cloned cooly.

“Your weapon may be stronger.” he deadpanned. “But mine..”

Reaching towards the skies, he summoned a massive sword that towered over them, freezing their adversaries in place with a time spell.

“..is bigger.”

The sword came crashing down, crushing over half of them. The sky darkened abruptly, and they looked up to see Asahi grinning like a madman.

“And now for the grand finale!”

What seemed to be dark clouds turned out to be birds as they dive bombed towards the remainder of the clones. A gap in the ranks opened up.

“Now!” Robyn called, and flanked by Takumi and Leafa, they broke through the gap.

The Queen of Nightmates looked shocked as the trio propelled towards her, lifting a hand. But Leafa was faster.

“Nature, come and help us!” she called, a pale green glow spreading to the plants around them.

The trees sprung into action, grabbing Freyja from all sides as the vines snakes around her, securing her into place.

“Go!” Leafa urged. “I’ll hold her as long as I can!”

”Right!”

Her fingertips glimmered pale gold as she touched the furiously struggling queen’s temple.

Show me her memories!

The Summoner closed her eyes, letting the glow wash over her.

Darkness greeted Robyn when she opened her eyes. Her hair and wings looked even more luminous in the dismal black. Takumi was beside her, and she guessed the prince must have followed her in.

“Where are we?” Takumi asked softly, looking around.

His voice echoed as if they were in a cavern.

“This is Freyja’s memories.” Robyn responded quietly, offering him her hand. He took it and they floated up. “Killing her just feels so.. wrong. Like there’s more to this. So I came to find out for myself.”

A single door remained stagnant, and Robyn reached to open it. The couple shielded their eyes at the brilliant flash that emitted from the door, and when it cleared, they were standing in a field of flowers. A younger version of Freyja was sitting on the ground, surrounded by three male fairies, their cruel laughter filling the air.

“Why do you have that mark under your nose?” one jeered. “It’s so ugly!”

”And you stink!” the second taunted.

“No wonder you have no friends!” the third chimed in.

“L-leave me alone! Please!” Freyja whimpered, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to hide her face behind her hands as the jeering continued.

“She can’t even fight back!” one scoffed.

“That’s enough!” a stern voice interrupted, and they looked up to see Freyr towering over them.

“It’s King Freyr!” the second yelped. “Let’s get out of here!”

The three fairies booked it, and Freyr scooped his sister up, spinning her around, causing her to giggle.

“Pay no mind to them, Freyja. You are always beautiful in my eyes.” he consoled her.

“Okay big brother, I love you!”

Takumi and Robyn observed silently as the background shifted, then cleared, showing a now older Freyja and one of the male fairies.

“W-well it’s just that.. you’re so beautiful and-“

”So now you’ll accept me? Because I’m beautiful? That’s pathetic reasoning. You sound like a mortal.” Freyja scoffed, storming off.

While she did not speak them out loud, the lake could still hear her thoughts.

I don’t need love from others, only Freyr!

She paused by the castle window to gaze outside at her brother as he comforted a small girl who had fallen and scraped her knee, and Robyn could feel Freyja’s rage as if it was her own, filling her veins and consuming her to the brink of madness.

Those horrid humans just want to take my brother’s love away! Freyja’s thoughts seethed. Well I won’t let them. I’ll kill them all!

”..Is that really what you want?” Robyn asked gently as a dark aura rose around the girl, and she spun around, crimson eyes smoldering.

“Of course it is!” she hissed. “They want to take his love away from me! And.. and then I’ll be all alone!”

“Freyja.. that’s not how love works.”

Robyn reached out to brush away the stray tear that dared to fall down the girl’s face, and she looked at it in dismay. Their surroundings began to shift again, Freyja’s childhood field of flowers manifesting. Robyn held her hands, spinning them slowly, and floating in the sky beside her, she could see Takumi’s eyes soften as he recognized the sky dance they’d done countless times.

“Freyja.. love isn’t like a single flower with limited petals. It won’t run out of you pluck them. Instead, they grow and expand. Like a whole field! Just because Freyr shows love to others, doesn’t mean he loves you any less!”

”B-but he’s the only one who will ever accept me!”

”That’s not true!” Takumi chuckled, and Robyn materialized the images of Tirandra and Plumeria.

She joined their hands to the circle, and the sky dance continued.

“They were willing to give their lives for you.” Takumi asserted. “If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.”

”There’s thousands out there, millions even who’d be willing to accept you, if you’d just let them in. And want to know a secret?”

Robyn leaned closer and whispered.

“Takumi has a mother he loves. And a father. Sisters and brothers too. But that doesn’t mean he loves me any less, does it?”

”That’s right. My love only expands. Never lessens.” her husband confirmed as Freyja’s eyes darted between them uncertainly.

“But.. but I’ve done such awful things.. No one will accept me after what I’ve done..”

”So make amends.”

There was almost a fatherly quality to Takumi’s voice now.

“If you prove to them you’ve changed, they’ll have to accept you. And if they don’t, then you don’t need them.”

”Okay..”

The madness in the queen’s eyes had vanished, replaced with calm resolve.

“It’s time to wake up now..” Robyn whispered gently. “We’ll see you on the other side..”

Robyn opened her eyes, Takumi at her side. The fighting around them had stopped, both sides staring uncertainly at each other. Freyja stood calmly.

“..Stop the fighting.” she ordered.

“What?!” Tirandra exclaimed, and Plumeria looked on in silent shock.

Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna with the rest of the order looked baffled.

“I’m sorry, brother. I now understand why you love these mortals so much. I know these words are not enough to mean the pain I have caused you and them.. but I promise I will make amends. Starting by releasing these mortals from this nightmare.”

With a wave of her hand, Alfonse and the others closed their eyes and vanished, and when Robyn looked up, Leafa and the others were frozen in place, as if time itself had stopped. When she fluttered over to touch her sister’s cheek, she didn’t move. Pain pricked in Robyn’s heart.

“Can’t we take them with us?” she pleaded softly, but Freyr shook his head.

“I’m afraid not. But they are out there. Fate will bring you together again.” he promised.

I’ll wait for you.. Robyn vowed silently as she placed a gentle kiss on Kiyoshi and Leafa’s foreheads, before fluttering back over to land beside Takumi.

“Ready to go?” he asked, and she nodded.

“Before you leave.. a strange spirit gave me a gift earlier. I believe I know now who it’s for.” Freyja began hesitantly, and Robyn and Takumi exchanged surprised glances.

Freyja placed a hand gently on Robyn’s stomach, and a strange warmth began to resonate through Robyn’s body.

“This is my first step to making amends.” she murmured. “You’ll understand soon.”

Before they could ask questions, Robyn was blinking awake with Takumi, Caledori sitting up beside her.

“Oh, Robyn you’re back!” she exclaimed in relief. “I just had the craziest dream! You were a fairy, and Takumi had wind powers! And there were others too, but I can’t remember what they looked like. It was amazing!”

“Ah, is that so?” Robyn chuckled, trading glances with Takumi.

As Gaius approached, and Caledori hurried blushingly to greet him, Robyn caught Alfonse’s eye.

“I won’t ask too many questions.. but I doubt all of us having the same dream was a fluke.. was it? You saved us from something, didn’t you?”

Robyn nodded once, and he understood.

Robyn lay in Takumi’s arms, her head resting on his bare chest as he stroked her hair gently, his skin against her’s warming her own. Their shared intimacy that night had left her with an almost tired like feeling.

Must be the effects of the dream still. And we were more intense than usual.. Robyn mused, closing her eyes with a contented sigh.

Takumi opened his eyes to a cliff top, the moon shining brightly down on him. For a moment, he wondered how he’d gotten here, but a familiar presence by his side made him turn his head joyfully as he realized he was dreaming.

“Mother!” he gasped, embracing her tightly.

A chuckle shook Mikoto’s shoulders as she returned the hug, then stepped back.

“My dear son.. I couldn’t be more proud of you. But that is not why I have come to you tonight. I have a message for you.”

“A message?” Takumi tilted his head curiously at the happiness that filled her gentle gaze as she pointed up.

Beside the moon, three stars shown brightly.

“My sweet Takumi.. your path was never meant for two.. but for three.”

Mystified, Takumi turned to ask her what she meant, but Mikoto was gone. The prince turned his hazel gaze back up to the stars. It wasn’t fear that filled him.. but warmth and love.

AN: So what do you think the three stars mean? Find out in the next chapter: which will be released February 14th in celebration of the couple’s first Day of Devotion together! Can’t wait ^w^

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