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izzuku · 2 years

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Keep your body open -Chase Atlantic (Swim)

summary- you find out that there's more that one Albedo up in Dragonspine, but that doesn't stop you from being their experiment's subject.

warnings/content- male reader x albedo + sus albedo, NSFW content, male genitalia (he/him pronouns), sub! reader, dom! soft albedo, dom! hard sus bedo, degrading kink, praise kink, aphrodisiacs being used on reader, if I miss something let me know!

au/note- got in mind what would albedo do to you if you found out that he collabs with his copy. Maybe he would be more than welcome to experiment on your body since you're willing to let him touch you <3 (love definitely wins). Probably not proofed-read since my english is malfunctioning. Sorry if the end it's not enough! It's really late and I'm tired so I'll got to bed soon <3 enjoy!

(I posted this a few days ago but I'm reposting in case someone wants to read it)

credits of the image to shinshogun on Twitter!

https://twitter.com/shinshogun_/status/1502114838193094703?t=VT6Ttt0Bo2tnsKfMy72crw&s=19

Your relationship with Albedo was somehow...private. Yes, people knew that both of you had been really close since the defeat of the cursed Dvalin. But they didn't know the agreement you both made when you were aware of each other's feelings. You would help him if your performance was needed in his experiments, while he would come more often to the city to visit you. Him visiting you in Mondstadt wasn't out of place. He would often walk with you and Klee, then you both would cuddle in your house while talking about each other's day. On the contrary, being his guinea pig might have sounded scary, but it wasn't that bad. He got the chance to see you more often up in the mountain and even check your...body measurements and reactions.

This time was different. You noticed that something was off when Albedo's letter informed you of your assistance in another experiment. He stated that you needed to come with some loose clothes and food, apart from underlining the sentence "do not inform anyone nor come here with company, please". And after some time, you got to his camp.

Alchemy notes, vials, and more potions were placed neatly on each bookcase, filling the space with more life than just white and blue. The fire warmed most of the place, but there was still a sense of cold inside. Your lover was not there. "Albedo? Albedo I'm here. " you started calling out his name in hopes of catching him near the surface, but again, silence filled the camp. After inspecting the camp for some time, you heard light footsteps on the snow, slowly coming your way. When you went to turn around, someone's hand caught your nape, making pressure so your head would get on the table. A torso was flushed against your bent body while the other hand grasped both of your wrists behind your back.

"Hey cut it out! Get off of me!" You tried raising your voice with anger but a dry chuckle was the only thing in response. "Aren't you the type of person to love being bent over by your lover, [name]?" You recognized that voice, Albedo, but...he's not like this. You couldn't deny that indeed you were into these type of things,but not in this context. He has never in your entire relationship ever pushed or pressed you with such manners, he would never hurt you. "Albedo what the hell is wrong with you? Stop pressing my face onto the table!". Before you could twist in his hold another known voice was heard.

"What have I told you about him? Partners must be treated with love and affection. Now release him before he changes his mind." Another...Albedo? But, how? How was he in two different places?

When you were able to separate from the table you took a good look into your lover...lovers. After a couple of seconds you realized that the one who grabbed you from behind did not have the star form on his neck, unlike the real Albedo. He was like a copy, an exact copy but with some alterations in his personality. The look on his face was more dangerous while your real partner was looking at you with loving and forgiving eyes.

"Can you please explain what is going on 'Bedo? Who is he and how is he exactly like you." Your words rushed from your lips, earning a sweet but sadistic laugh from the copy and a sigh from your lover. "Some adventurers mentioned seeing me around Dragonspine a couple of days ago. Even though it's common for me to explore the area and take notes, they described my aura as...unnerving. So, after doing some research, I found him. An almost exact copy of me. His origins start from the Megaflora, copying my appearance to then go on and well, cause chaos". You barely got clear information about the whole story but you let him continue.

"But after some talking I got the chance to collaborate with him, so he could help me conduct experiments". You didn't even notice when his copy moved behind you, his gloved hands going around your waist to push you (again) against his body, collecting a soft gasp from your lips. His lips were millimeters away from your ear, whispering loud enough for the other man to hear. "That's when your part comes in, sweetheart". You caught a glance from your lover, watching the scene in front of his eyes. You could even see a lustful expression building in.

"I thought that maybe you could be of great help by testing some liquids. They're not harmful I can promise you that, but they'll have secondary effects. It's just an idea for a later design". The same voice from behind talked again, but more softly. "Some secondary effects might be...rising heat, dry mouth, panting, need of physical contact, etcetera. So, will you try our new aphrodisiacs?" You weren't new to these types of drinks, Albedo had asked you in the past to taste them. A part of you was already longing for both of them to touch you and whisper sweet nothings so, in an outburst, you nodded almost happily to him.

"That's our good boy". You couldn't tell if it was from the real Albedo or from both of them because your senses were focused on how fast your clothes were being disposed of. The copy worked fast with his hands, getting to see and touch you for the first time. One of his hands grabbed your now exposed hips, yanking you to a chair nearby. The cold tickled your feet as your eyes darted from the table to the man in front of you, who had a grin plastered on his face. "Sit down or else I won't be so caring, bunny".

Swallowing down your pride and nervousness, you watched your lover's figure walk towards you, his slender fingers bringing your chin up so he could see you. "Open your mouth love". He was so caring compared to his other self. With a smile, he let the liquid flow down your throat. It had a sweet yet salty taste and it glowed a rosy pink. "It...tastes good, for the moment". You completely forgot about being naked in front of him, just leaving a small reassuring smile to your partner. After that, they both let you some time to take in the effects.

More time passed when you started to notice how your body temperature was changing. You almost stopped feeling the coldness from outside the camp. A tingling sensation made you squirm in your seat, earning a look from the boys who were focusing on something else. "I think...I'm starting to feel it". Your gaze laid upon both of them, a silent plead for them to get next to you and get rid off this feeling. The first one to leave the papers was the real Albedo, putting a hand on your forehead to check your temperature that ended up caressing your cheek. "Your body seems to react to the liquid. That is good news, meaning that if it's needed we will aid you with the effects". You wasted no time in dragging his hand down your length, making him wrap his fingers around it and letting a shy moan out. " I don't...care. Please just touch me and get rid of this thing". Your pleas got to the ears of your lover, who pecked your lips before moving his hand up and down.

While you were too caught up in the pleasure you noticed something poking your cheek. Opening your eyes you saw the fake Albedo, his cock next to your mouth. Before refusing to touch anyone except from your real partner, his hand found your hair, pulling your head down so you could be closer. "You better suck now before I show you what happens". Albedo smiled at you while nodding, encouraging you to try something new. Your lips pressed a soft kiss on the head before sucking it down your throat, at least what you could tolerate. You could hear his moans and feel the tight grip he had on your hair. Soon enough you were the one moaning when Albedo started sucking instead of jerking you off.

Since your mouth was full you could barely talk, moving one of your hands to your lovers hair while the other made pressure on the copy's thigh. The knot in your stomach exploded at the same time you felt the hot liquid run down your throat. A string of saliva connected your mouth to the copy's cock as well as Albedo's mouth to your cock. Before you had any time to recover you were bent down the table again, ass up and legs spread while a cold and slimy liquid was being put around your hole. The copy was prepping you with eagerness, teasing you with his fingers sliding in and out of you, earning more moans and pleas from those beautiful lips.

[...]

"Nngh-! Pl-ease, faster! 'Bedo...!" Your screams filled the entire cave. You didn't even have enough strength to hold yourself. That's why your lovely boyfriends had their hands all over you. The cum running down your thigh made clear how many times you have cummed and how many they had inside of you. Your hole was now filled with your partner's cock, sliding faster as your moans got the best of you. Your body was almost stiff, the fake Albedo finding your nipples entertaining, giving them long licks and sucking around so purple spots could appear.

After another round, you got the chance to get some water, having the chance to sit on their lap, full of hickeys and a sweet but satisfied smile plastered on your face. A hand grabbing your ass and giving it a big squish got them your full attention. It was the copy again, still with a lustful smile.

"Who said we were done with you, bunny?"

#male y/n #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #albedo my beloved #albedo smut #albedo x male reader #genshin x male reader

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asykriel · 10 months

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Love is the Death of Duty - 10.

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☆ Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Male! Targaryen OC

☆ Status: Ongoing

☆ Summary:

“He is half of my heart.”

War made monsters of them all, but it also brought the two second sons together in a flurry of death, love, deceit and delusion. The story of Aemond Targaryen and the eldest son of Daemon and Rhaenyra, Maegor Targaryen, second of his name.

☆ Warnings: Sexual content, explicit violence, dark themes, targcest etc.

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☆ CHAPTERS: (Prologue) / ( 1 ) / ( 2 ) / ( 3 ) / ( 4 ) / ( 5 ) / ( 6 ) / ( 7 ) / ( 8 ) / ( 9 ) / ( 10 ) / ( 11 ) / ( 12 ) / ( 13 ) / ( 14 ) / ( 15 ) / (16 - WIP)

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CHAPTER 10

The morning rays bathe the camp in a warm glow as Maegor slowly stirs from his sleep, groaning in silence at the dull ache in his muscles and the nausea in his stomach.

Damned Arbor wine.

He opens his eyes to find Aemond's nestled against his broad chest, still sleeping soundly, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and shared warmth.

A smile curls at the corners of Maegor's lips as he strokes his uncle's long silver locks. Aemond probably never allowed himself to get so comfortable and vulnerable with someone. The thought of it both warms and bitters Maegor's heart.

With a gentle movement, Maegor disentangles himself from Aemond's embrace and sits up, stretching his arms above his head. The chilly morning air bites against his bare skin, but it barely affects him, the fire in his veins still runs hot from last night. Proof of their doing is scattered on both their bodies, but luckily clothes will hide away all the faint marks and love bites.

He glances back at Aemond, who still slumbers peacefully, his features relaxed and serene even with that dreadful scar running across half of his face. Maegor can't help, but drink in the sight, burning the image onto his eyes. The uncertainty and fragility of moments like this always gnaws at the Prince's mind. This might very well be their last moment spent together. Best to make up for every second in each other's company.

Maegor reaches out to lightly trace his fingertips along the edge of Aemond's scar, before he leanes down to place a soft kiss on Aemond's forehead.

This time, his uncle stirs, his good eye fluttering open to be met with the ardent stare of his nephew's mismatched eyes.

Instinctively, Maegor raises his arm to pull his hand away, like a child caught doing something he wasn't supposed to, but Aemond's hand placed over his stops him in his tracks.

"Sȳz ñāqes." Aemond mutters and nuzzles his face against his nephew's hand, kissing it in the process, his voice still laced with sleep.

"Sȳz ñāqes, qibor." Maegor clears his voice, his face already hot and his heart drumming against his ribcage. Memories of their night full of fervor start replaying vividly in his thoughts. Even if he was half drunk, he still remembers it as clear as day.

"I am glad you enjoy my gift for you." Aemond stares at the silver necklace around Maegor's throat. He was so absorbed by the younger Prince yesterday that he did not even notice how well his birthday present looked against Maegor's alabaster skin.

Aemond extends an inviting hand.

"I do. Thank you uncle." Maegor leans in and plants a chaste kiss against his uncle's lips. They could probably slumber together a little longer. It was barely the break of dawn.

However, the Princes moment of tranquility is abruptly shattered by the distant sounds of commotion echoing through the camp. Shouts and hurried footsteps grow louder, invading the sanctuary of their shared intimacy.

Saagael's low rumble near the tent announces the presence of uninvited guests.

"My Prince!" The commander's shout gets Maegor all tensed up as he sits up on the edge of the bed, glaring towards the flap of the tent. At the very least he knows the Velaryon would not dare to enter the tent unbidden. Unless Jacaerys was with him.

What now?

Aemond sits up next to his nephew, patting his back soothingly, urging him in a silent whisper to get dressed and attend to his duty.

Reluctantly, Maegor agrees and gets up on his feet. He makes sure to slip a groan or a scoff of irritation while both of them slip back into their garments, fastening their weapons and making themselves look proper again.

They both know they have to keep their relationship as unseen as possible even if it was no longer a secret, to Maegor's side of the family at least. But if news of them were to spread in the camp and reach the two Hightowers in the Red Keep, Maegor is afraid of the consequences. Alicent would not hesitate to take Aemond from him and deliver punishment in some twisted way.

"My Prince!" The Velaryon bastard shouts again, this time louder. The Cannibal shifts looming his horned head above the tent of his rider, teeth like swords bared, daring Addam to take a step closer.

"All this ruckus at sunrise for what, commander?" Addam is met by a cold glare and an irritated Prince coming outside the tent to meet him.

He swiftly bows in apology, still keeping an eye on the giant beast that wanted him dead.

"My apologies my Lord. I'm afraid I have terrible news." The commander steadies his shaky breath. He practically sprinted all the way from camp to the hilltop where the tents of the two Princes were.

"Speak." All Maegor wanted was peace and to be able to enjoy Aemond's company.

"It's Dorne. They just directly joined the war for the Stepstones."

Maegor can feel his blood starting to boil underneath his skin. He clenches his hands into fists.

"Lord Corlys Velaryon is urgently requesting your presence at the war council. You shall be briefed about the situation there." Addam reluctantly adds. The sudden tension in the air from the Prince's anger was palpable.

"Very well. I'll be there in a moment." Maegor says as calmly as he can, but his throat feels dry.

The commander bows his head again before him and turns to leave just as Maegor is about to enter his tent again, but suddenly stops.

"My Prince, if I may? It is probably best that Prince Aemond joins us for the council if he is to participate in the war. Should I inform him as well?"

"No!" Addam is taken aback by how quickly he is shut off and regrets opening his mouth. For a moment he swears the Prince's apparent calm snapped.

"I'll let Prince Aemond know myself." Maegor adds, and dismisses the commander for good this time.

As the Velaryon makes his way back to the camp, he looks back over his shoulder and into the distance, first at the Cannibal, still sizing him up and then at the silhouette of the man coming out of Maegor's tent.

He wasn't still drunk from last night. It's Prince Aemond.

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After swiftly tending to their dragons the two Princes waste no more time. They stride through the camp, towards the main tent where the feast from the previous night was held, their presence commanding attention as soldiers paused in the commotion and chaos to take note of their arrival. Whispers followed in their wake, the news of the imminent war council spreading like wildfire through the ranks.

The main tent was a hive of activity, filled with the veteran knights of their forces, maps spread across the large table, and voices blending into a symphony of strategies and concerns. At the head of the table stood Corlys Velaryon and on each side, Jacaerys and the commander.

When Maegor and Aemond enter the tent, everything goes silent. The younger Prince meets the scornful glare of his brother directed at their uncle, but decides to ignore it for now, focusing on the presence of the Seasnake among them at last.

All eyes turn towards them, with gazes mixed with relief and worry.

Corlys Velaryon looks quite distraught by the presence of Prince Aemond at first, even if he was informed by his arrival and aid offering yesterday. His help is welcomed, but Corlys knows to be wary if not of Aemond, of his mother and grandfather.

"Lord Corlys." Maegor and Aemond greet him as per courtesy as they find their place at the opposite end of the table from the Seasnake and Jacaerys.

"Prince Maegor. Prince Aemond. Let us begin the council at last."

And so it starts.

It seems like everything and everyone in this world is working against them having any peace.

"Truthfully, I never anticipated the possibility of this turn of events. Dorne's aid was under the form of mercenaries, weapons and commissioned ships until now." The Seasnake speaks, as he limps around the war table, using a cane to support himself. The war has wounded him gravely, but at least he was still alive and in one piece.

"What do we know?" Maegor watches the Seasnake carefully, his eyes darting from the limping man to the map as he explains. The tension building in his body is reaching a painful point and he is grateful to have Aemond besides him right now to keep him grounded.

"Dorne's own fleet is heading our way, manned by Dornish men in Dornish ships as our scouts report." The commander compares the dreadful numbers between their own army and Dorne's army now joined with the Triarchy.

"It seems like the daughter of Qoren Martell has high ambitions. She seeks to claim what her father failed to do years ago when Daemon and I fought here." Corlys adds.

Maegor makes a mental note to crush those ambition of someone who was proclaiming herself "the new Nymeria".

"We should've taken that outpost a week ago like we did with the others until now." Jacaerys suddenly speaks, slamming his fists against the table as he looms in defeat over the table.

"Now is not the time to dwell on the past, we must brace for what's ahead." Corlys lays a hand on Jacaerys' shoulder as he retakes his spot at the table.

"All the Black Scorpions are concentrated on that island and now surely on the ships that Dorne so generously sent as well." Maegor crosses his arms at his chest.

"We could send a raven to Dragonstone and inform Prince Daemon about the situation. He could come and help us." Jacaerys proposes.

Maegor has to bite back a curse slipping past his lips.

"Father expects me to take back the Stepstones, but you wouldn't know this kind of burden on your shoulders, Jace."

"So we do nothing and lose the Stepstones or we do something and we lose our lives? And what about you? You said you came to aid us but you haven't even spoken a word." Jace sneers at Aemond who simply scoffs at him.

"Don't worry nephew, I was just thinking about how you'd be better off flying home. Vhagar is worth ten of your dragon." The eldest Prince mocks and Jacaerys sees red, already trying to make his way towards him if it weren't for the knights to hold him back.

"Vhagar is not untouchable. Death wouldn't spare her if given the chance." Maegor's words immediately stop the bickering. However, they hold no ill meaning, just the reality of the situation.

News of his first battle and how Maegor nearly lost both his life and his dragon's haven't reached the Red Keep judging by the surprise on Aemond's face hearing something like that from him.

"Then we take out the scorpions first. How long until Dorne's fleet reaches the garrison?" Aemond questions while his nephew is lost in thought.

"A day at most." Addam Velaryon replies.

"We could attack at sunset. Use the darkness to our advantage." The eldest Prince proposes.

"It would be too dangerous. But it could work." The Seasnake knows that they need the dragons fending off the enemy to be able to allow their army to debark on the beach and attack on foot.

"Or we could all die." Jacaerys interrupts. "How do you plan on seeing the scorpions in pitch darkness, you out of all people especially?"

Aemond glares at him, gripping at the edge of the wooden table.

"We don't have to see them. Our dragons will. All we need to do is take the outpost until Dorne arrives." Maegor glares at his brother. A warning not to turn this into senseless bickering again. He touches his uncle's shoulder with his own in an unseen attempt to calm him down. It works for now.

"The Prince is right. If we can conquer the garrison we will be able to defend it from Dorne's army using the tunnels on land and the dragons in the skies." The Lord of the Tides eventually agrees to the strategy.

What else they could do? They've been dragging this fighting for too long even before the dragonriders came to their aid.

It will be dangerous but they have no other options and with the two largest living dragons on their side they might be able to tip the scale in their favor even with those Black Scorpions.

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(This amazing painting of Maegor and Saagael was made by @cyareaxes)

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Sunset finds Maegor cladded in his black armor, watching the sea on the clifftop next to Saagael, close by Vhagar who was waiting patiently, already sensing what was to come.

He was not the only one restless.

Thankfully the two massive dragons seemed to tolerate each other well enough so far. Unlike Vermax who had to stay far away from the cliff.

"What was the true meaning behind your words at the council, nephew?" Aemond's voice suddenly snaps Maegor to reality. His uncle too, was dressed up in armor, ready for the upcoming fight.

"They were not meant to insult you or Vhagar, uncle." Maegor lowers his eyes slightly.

"I know they weren't, Maegor. Something happened, did it not?" Aemond places a hand on Maegor's shoulder and this time his nephew remains silent, averting his eye.

"Ivestragon nyke, jorrāelagon" Aemond insists and Maegor wants to melt under his words.

He would love nothing more than to seek comfort into Aemond's arms, but he could not do this in plain sight. One day, however, he will be able to openly show his love and affection without worrying about anything or anyone. He wishes to at least.

"During my first battle here, I launched an attack. Just Saagael and I, alone."

"And I'm sure you crushed your enemies, nephew."

"I did. But not without a cost. I lost focus and committed mistakes that nearly cost my dragon's life along with my own. If it weren't for Jacaerys to arrive in time we both would have died." Maegor sighs looking at the Cannibal.

The only good thing your brother did.

"This won't happen again, Maegor, you've won all your battles, you are already an experienced warrior by now. And this time, I will be by your side."

"That's what I'm afraid. Death does not scare me. Losing you does. What if I get distracted again, what if I make a mistake?"

Aemond clasps his nephew's face into his hands to snap him from his anxiety.

"You won't lose me."

"Swear it ."

"On my blood, I swear. "

His worries don't fade out completely. It would be Aemond's first war and even if he excelled in swordmanship and flying the thought still scared Maegor. However, he was thankful that he rode the conqueror's dragon. Vhagar was a seasoned and formidable warrior, even if age was slowly catching up to her. Maegor has faith that like his own dragon, she would protect her rider if danger arose.

Saagael's rumble and the sound of footsteps approaching force them to distance from each other.

Jacaerys accompanies Addam Velaryon to the clifftop. For once no scowls or snarky remarks are exchanged between him and Aemond. All three of them had to work together if they ever wanted to come out unscathed from this.

"My Lords. The ships and men are ready to go. We are awaiting your call." The commander informs and the three Princes give their greenlight.

When the sun is completely engulfed by the sea before them, that's when the three dragons take flight.

With a resounding flap of wings, the dragons take to the sky, their forms disappearing into the gathering darkness. They ascend high above the clouds and the Stepstones, merging with the canopy of stars that illuminate the night sky.

The Seasnake's remaining fleet, sails beneath them with the Lord of the Tides himself on one of them. Corlys can no longer stand aside and expect the Targaryen boys to fight for him. Even if he cannot physically fight yet, his strategies and the loyalty his men have for the Seasnake are an asset.

No torches flicker on the decks. The night becomes their ally, a cloak of darkness that shrouds their movements and conceales their intentions.

As the Targaryen dragons soar through the starlit sky flying in formation, a sense of anticipation mingled with a hint of foreboding gnaws all three Princes from the inside. They know the risks they were undertaking.

Maegor is anxious for the first time since his first battle fought. But he has to keep his mind clear and focused for all of their sake.

The contour of the island and the garrison can slowly be discerned in the darkness beneath the clouds. Dozens of lights flickering from the camp fires and torches can be seen on the beach and further in land.

This is where Daemon fought years ago.

And like his father before him, Maegor is going to attempt a night attack.

On his left side, Jacaerys closes some distance between Vermax and Saagael and points out beneath them. No words are exchanged.

Maegor looks to his right to where Aemond was atop on Vhagar. The older Prince nods his approval and his nephew sucks in a sharp breath before all three of them break the flying formation to unfold their strategy.

Vermax descends first, in silence eyeing the camps and scorpions laid out on the beach. Even if he was the smallest out of the three, he could take the swiftest turns and dodges in case anything went downhill.

The Cannibal follows closely behind until a certain point, when him and Maegor circle around to attack the garrison and the cliffs next to the beach.

Aemond and Vhagar stay behind for now. As far as they knew both the Triarchy and Dorne were unaware of his presence here. He would watch the battlefield and act as their guardian from above, using the element of surprise to their advantage.

The two dragons descend upon the Triarchy's outpost, unleashing their fury upon beach and cliffs. Flames erupted from their jaws, bathing the night in a cacophony of fire and screaming.

The darkness is set ablaze with dragonfire and the island becomes a lit beacon in the night.

Corlys watches warily from the railing of his ship as the rest of his fleet sails ahead to join the dragonriders on their advance.

Above the Seasnake, the giant shadow of Vhagar, even darker than night itself looms over as Aemond lowers the altitude, scanning the waters for any sign of the incoming Dornish armada.

However, their attack was expected. Soon enough scorpion bolts and flaming arrows start whistling through the air seeking to strike down their targets.

"Pālēs, Saagael!"

Maegor is focused. This time him and the Cannibal dodge them with precision as they whir dangerously past the two of them. The cliffs of the garrison are set ablaze once again and men that weren't torched to ashes manage to flee inside the tunnels where neither Saagael nor his fire could touch them.

Amidst the smoke, the Prince quickly scans the battlefield, trying to count the Black Scorpions still being manned but the number quickly doesn't add up.

Their scouts reported dozens of them, he only counted the five he destroyed. Just as he circles around the cliffs to rejoin his brother he spots the trenches dug out along the burning beach.

In them, the scorpions lay hidden.

The hairs on the back of his neck stand up as memories of his first attack creep back.

From the angle Vermax was flying and the thick smoke, Jacaerys can't see the trenches, let alone the scorpions.

"Aemond!" Maegor calls out, hoping that his voice is carried out above the clouds where Vhagar was flying but with no avail. The screaming of burning soldiers and crackling wood drowns him out.

He urges Saagael to fly faster, and the beast takes a sharp turn, heading towards the beach through the thickness of ash and smoke.

Just then a roar of agony echoes through the air and the next thing Maegor sees when he emerges from the smoke above the beach, is Vermax faltering through the air with two scorpion bolts through his body.

Jacaerys, struggles to maintain control as Vermax crashes into the shallow waters near the beach and he goes down with him.

Panic grips Maegor's heart as he witnesses his brother's plight. The adrenaline surges through his veins, clouding his thoughts with a blinding rage and he shouts in unison with the Cannibal.

Vhagar too, emerges from the clouds, urged by Aemond's command and the sound of her kin's pain. She descends towards the beach and joins the Cannibal's destruction, purging away all the foot soldiers that were rushing to strike the injured dragon that was dragging himself from the water and onto the beach.

Back on the ship, Corlys watched Vermax fall in disbelief. He sounds the horn for the fleet ahead to gain speed.

Hold out just a little longer.

"My brother! Have you seen my brother?!" Maegor calls out to Aemond, and his uncle notes the panic in his voice.

Aemond's violet eye scans the beach and then the water but he cannot make out any sign of the dark haired Prince.

Maegor curses and shouts before he takes out the dagger strapped to his thigh and cuts off the side straps holding his metal chest plate onto him. The armor piece falls bellow them. His heart is pounding in his chest and his hands are trembling with adrenaline.

"Don't do anything brash!" Aemond calls out but his nephew completely ignores him.

"Watch my back! Keep Vermax safe!" The younger Prince pleads instead.

Saagael takes a sharp turn, veering besides Vhagar and flying above the shallow waters where Jacaerys fell.

"Maegor!"

The echoes of Aemond's desperate pleas reach his ears and he hopes his uncle will forgive him for his stubborness. But in that moment, Maegor's duty for his brother eclipsed all reason and caution. He swore an oath to their mother that he will bring back Jace alive.

The Cannibal, flies low above the water filled with burning wood and corpses. He lets out a deep rumble, acknowledging his rider's thoughts.

Without hesitation, Maegor stands up, letting go of the chains that were his lifeline on the beast. Aemond's anguished cries fade into nothing when he hits the water.

The impact is jarring, the water envelops him like a shroud, the shock of the cold and impact momentarily takes his breath away. But he fights against the disorienting currents, and swims to the surface, his eyes darting desperately for any sign of Jace.

When he cannot see his brother, he dives again, through the debris.

His heart pounds louder in his ears with every dead men, but then, in the murky glow alight from dragon fire, he spots a figure, pale and motionless, sinking ever deeper into the depths.

With a surge of strength and purpose, Maegor swims towards his fallen brother. He wraps an arm around Jacaerys's waist, pulling him close, his eyes stinging from the saltwater and anger.

Kicking his legs with all his might, Maegor propels himself upwards, his lungs aching for air. The surface seems impossibly distant, but his determination never wavers. The weight of his brother's limp body and remaining armor pieces threaten to drag him down, but he fights against it, his muscles burning with exertion.

Finally, gasping for breath, Maegor breaches the surface, clutching Jacaerys tightly. He takes in the air in ragged gulps, his heart pounding as he swims towards the shore where Saagael and Vhagar clear out the beach, as the remaining scattered soldiers run into hiding deep in the tunnels.

Laying Jacaerys gently upon the shore, Maegor collapses beside him, his chest heaving, and his body shaking with exhaustion. Vhagar lands her enormous body nearby, the ground shaking under her weight.

Aemond climbs down and rushes to his nephew's side, while Maegor leans over his brother's pale, lifeless form. His eyes flickered with a mixture of fear and hope as he places his hands upon Jacaerys's chest, feeling the coldness of his skin and the faint beat of his heart.

Still alive.

He pressed his palms firmly against Jacaerys's chest again, feeling the weight of his own desperation and starts pushing. With each compression, he wills life to return to his brother's body, his motions steady and deliberate.

Aemond watches the tunnels in the distance carefully, but it seems like the remaining enemy chose to hide like sewer rats this time. Vermax lets out a faint cry for his rider. The beast was exhausted and injured but him too, was still alive.

Minutes pass, each second feeling like an eternity, as Maegor persist in his efforts. Sweat glistens upon his brow, mingling with the saltwater that clings to his skin. The symphony of the waves provide a steady backdrop, a reminder that life still pulses around them.

And then, as if in response to Maegor's unwavering determination, a subtle change occurs. A faint gasp escapes Jacaerys's lips, like a fragile ember reigniting. Maegor's hands freeze in place, his breath caught in his throat, as life stirs within his brother's body.

Jace coughs again, expulsing the water from his lungs.

Brown eyes flutter open, revealing a hazy gaze. Confusion mingles with relief in his expression as he struggles back to consciousness.

"I guess we're even now." He heaves in a ragged breath.

Maegor slumps his shoulders and closes his eyes in relief.

"My Lords!" The Seasnake's men dock on the beach and Addam Velaryon is the first to rush to their side.

As he begins to fully comprehend his surrounding again, panic sets into Jacaerys and he begins flailing and struggling to sit up.

"Vermax! Where is Vermax!"

"No, Jace! You need to lay still!" Maegor grabs his arms while two knights try to hold his legs as gentle as possible without causing any further wounds.

"He's alive. Injured but alive." Aemond's words catch the other Prince's attention. This time Jace doesn't glare at him. Instead, he relaxes with relief and allows the knights to carry him on the boat and take him on the Seasnake's ship. He will be safer there and the two maesters can tend to his state while they secure the island.

"Uncle, I'm sorry." Maegor doesn't stand up. Instead he looks up to his uncle apologetically and with exhaustion on his face.

"Don't. I understand, he's your brother." Aemond kneels down and rubs a hand along his nephew's tired shoulders. His hands itches to comfort him better but they both know they can't display their affection like that.

"We're still not done here." Maegor lingers into the touch a few seconds longer before getting back on his feet again. He hasn't forgotten about their goal.

"My Princes, the tunnels. How do you want us to approach?" The commander asks.

"Rush them. They're scared and broken, your men will be able to pick them off with ease." Aemond speaks first and Addam nods in approval.

Maegor looks at the ship where his brother was taken, then at Vermax who was restless, swishing his tail and shaking his head in anger and pain. Luckily he managed to take out the bolts on his own and the wounds were not life threatening. The force of the impact left his wings weak and aching but at least they were not shattered. However, Maegor reckons he would not be able to fly for at least several days.

Dorne's fleet is supposed to arrive at daylight.

"Kill them all. The ones that surrender, you bring them to me." Maegor turns to the commander. He was craving vengeance and he would have it.

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Throughout the night the Seasnake's men cleared out the tunnels with ease. The Triarchy men that put up a fight are slaughered by the Driftmark soldiers and the ones that surrender willingly are brought to the beach where Maegor is waiting calmly, like a statue next to Saagael who stands tall, looming over his rider in a protective manner, to the young Prince's side, Aemond. Vhagar was flying above them, patrolling the skies alone in case of any danger.

Addam Velaryon orders the Triarchy cowards to be lined up right before the Prince as he ordered to. They all have their ankles tied up and hands bind behind their backs.

They tremble and cower in fear in front of the massive dragon before them, just a few meters away. They can practically smell the ashy breath coming from his muzzle. Some even piss their pants and Maegor feels even more disgust for them.

"Was it worth it? Going against Targaryens not once but twice, just to lay claim on some barren islands." Maegor taunts them but no one dares to answer the challenge.

Aemond scoffs. These are not real soldiers, just mercenaries that grew uncontrollable ambitions aided by an even more delusional house.

"I can do what my father did not do years ago when he first fought this war. I will set you free."

Aemond, along with the commander and their men all throw his nephew curious glances.

Surely Maegor wouldn't spare them?

A glimmer of hope rises in the eyes of some of the prisoners and it amuses the Prince. What a pathetic bunch they are.

Maegor lifts his chin slightly, a silent command but the Cannibal understands, his thoughts are in sync with his rider's.

"I will set you free from your miserable lives." Maegor mocks.

Saagael lowers his neck and massive head to the ground. He opens his jaws and clamps them down in an instant onto the first men that were standing the closest in the front. The sound of gore and and blood gurgling though his teeth as he swallows his meal reaches Aemond's ears who barely registers everything displaying before him.

The rest of the prisoners begin to scramble to their feet, screaming and wailing with dread, desperately trying to run away, but the Cannibal dives his head again with another echoing jaw clamp. One by one they get devoured, some of them not so lucky to be swallowed whole but instead, tore up, limb by limb while they're still alive.

A couple of them manage to unbind their feet and run for their life and Addam calls out to Maegor. The Prince lifts a hand in silence and orders him and his knights to stand down.

Saagael will get the job done. What jaws cannot reach, flames do and the scattered slaughter lambs are charred down to nothing more than ashes.

Aemond stares at his nephew in silence and he feels the heat creeping on his face. Memories of Maegor and Daemon striking down Vaemond Velaryon and his guard down in the throne room rush back to him. This is the raw and powerful side of Maegor that made Aemond fall for him in the first place.

The blood of the Dragon.

And just like that, the beach falls silent again. An eerie peace settles as they establish their new outpost into the garrison. Vermax and Vhagar get their share of meat as a few of the knights dispose of the bodies scattered along the beach and throughout the tunnels.

Dragons were not picky when it came to flesh, it was a good way to make sure disease would not ridden the camp and keep the beasts fed at the same time. Vermax needed all the energy he could get for his wounds to heal and allow him to take flight again.

Later that night, Corlys gathered a war council again in the main chamber inside of the tunnels.

The same men stand around the stone table carved by the Triarchy, except Jacaerys. The Prince finally succumbed to exhaustion and managed to fall asleep on a makeshift bed, in a chamber deep inside the garrison. At Maegor's command, two knights stand watch in his brother's room.

"We have only hours left until dawn. Time is running out and we need to figure out our options." The Lord of the Tides speaks. Maegor remains silent.

"We don't have many choices, my Lord. I propose we let the Dornish debark and carry out a siege war from inside the tunnels." Addam Velaryon seeks the Seasnake's approval but the older man shakes his head.

"They will either wait for us to weaken with hunger or starve us out completely." Aemond speaks before Corlys gets the chance. And he is right even if the Seasnake does not tell him that directly.

"I say we carry out heavy on the offense. My Prince?" Aemond calls out to him but his nephew is lost in his thoughts.

Reluctantly, he admits to himself that he is at a loss now with his brother taken out of commission. They are heavily outnumbered now. Even with two massive dragons. Even with a dragon like Vhagar aiding them they are not invulnerable from those scorpions. Rations are running low and the men are tired. The Dornish army had a reputation that preceded it, they were well trained, much more experienced than the pirates and mercenaries that formed the Triarchy.

With Vermax stranded on the beach, in a vulnerable position, he would be the first to go if the allowed them to set foot on land. They could sacrifice him, surrender the Stepstones and flee, returning home with their tails between their legs like cowards. For Maegor that is not an option even if it would be his life on the line. A dragon is no different than his own family.

Unless...there was another alternative. Something that he would not hesitate to do. An offense, like his uncle proposed.

After all not even the three Targaryen conquerors before them could not make break Dorne and make them surrender.

Unbent. Unbowed. Unbroken.

It was a challenge that was beginning to itch Maegor harder and harder.

"Forget about the Stepstones." The Prince suddenly speaks with a new kind of fire and determination in his eyes.

"Prince Maegor you're not saying we should just surrender after all the lives and blood spilled." The Seasnake is almost insulted.

"I never said surrender, Lord Corlys. A new opportunity just arose for us." Maegor pulls the huge map that was spread out closer to him so he could point out.

Aemond blinks in surprise. A smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth watching where his nephew's finger stops on the map.

Dorne.

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Translations:

Sȳz ñāqes = Good morning

Qybor = Uncle

Ivestragon nyke, jorrāelagon = Tell me, love

Pālēs = Evasive maneuvers

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– Pairing: Azriel x f! reader. – Summary: Azura (f! reader) is responsible for making dresses for Elain, Morrigan, Feyre, and Nesta for Starfall, after finishing production a statement is sent to pick up orders, however, the person who attends the store was none of what she had expected. – Warnings: 18+ content, minors dni, adult language; the smuts and the fluffs, mutual pining, Azura being a innocent but want know more from Azriel, kiss, mention of sex, if you are underage do not read this post. – Word count: 6.5k ~ – Rated: Yes (but mistakes can happen, sorry for that) – Author’s notes: in today’s story I brought an authorial character of mine and I’m working on her book as Azriel’s romantic partner, as soon as I feel safe I will bring all the chapters to you. In addition, some markings during writing will have an explanation at the end of the text as well as an image of each dress described above, each aesthetic was made by myself. Now the important question, ready for that second story? (we can even consider it a tale of the main plot) I hope you like it as much as the first one, to read the previous one, just click in link down blow. A great read to all!

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“Azura help your sister with the boxes.”

Azura's mother asks. At that moment, the young woman was organizing our delivery of fabrics inside the store, stopping what she was doing to attend to her mother's request. Azura is an Illyrian half-blood, her father born to the Night Court while her mother was a sorceress from lands far away and opposite the Prythian courts. At the age of five hundred and twenty-nine, the young woman helped her mother in her clothing store in Velaris, before that the family lived in a remote house in the summer court, living by hunting and selling animals. His family consists of four people: Engel, his mother; Markus, his father; and Violet, his younger sister.

The change of family courts followed an invitation from High Lord Rhysand for him to assist in the main line of training and defense of the Illyrians within Velaris, as years ago he had helped his father as leader of the camp and now felt that he needed capable supporters, and Markus was a man who had proved his sworn honor at court and would never withhold help. When they arrived in the city they stayed in two rooms of a local tavern, it was quiet and the environment was quite hostile, there they stayed for three weeks until a property was found.

With life gradually moving forward, Engel decided to start a dream he had longed for, to have his clothing factory. For a sorceress, without a coven, it was difficult to get support from people, fae or not, as their powers were considered low and they were rarely sought after for services. However, with Engel, it was different, with the lack of support she began to seek more knowledge on her own and was learning from other sorceresses in exchange for providing services to those who taught her. When Engel met Markus it was at the height of his attempt at power expansion, she was in In the region near the Illyrian camp, it was night and as she cast new runes of power she found herself starting a red explosion for a radius of 10 km. By coincidence, Markus was guarding in a nearby area and went to the place, when he saw the woman in the middle of the several fallen trees and some on fire his instinct was danger, it could be a trap or an invasion attempt, however, his reaction was to approach the woman with Devlon, her war brother.

“Are you going to come closer?” asks the friend.

"If you want to go, go, this is not normal to happen in our lands." Says your father. “Even more without murmurs and traces on our borders.”

Even with the disapproval of his friend Markus approached the woman and with a little mercy took the woman in his arms when the bond between them happened. It was painful, bitter, and almost deadly, the partner felt everything the injured woman was going through as well as heard the cry for help seeped into his mind.

“Azura hurry up and help me” Violet yells at you. "If you're thinking about anything other than ending this mess, you can give up."

"I'm on my way." You respond by letting go of thoughts about the story your parents told you about when they first met.

“Take the two with fabrics and then the small ones with pearls and other small things to embroider.” The sister dictates as she enters the store with three boxes in her hand.

“No, chef.”

It was an internal joke that you guys had at home since Violet always had stronger traits than her father and was always the first to take the initiative in something at home, while Azura was completely the opposite and represented Engel's meekness besides she had some powers like her mother's. To make this fact the mother named her in honor of the small shadows that came out of her hands at birth and her eyes were as blue as the sea that washed the coast of the court capital where they lived. It was a beautiful scene that Engel and Markus shared. Violet, on the other hand, had not shown any signs of power until today, only her majestic wings like her father, with everything her eyes had a purple hue, thus being chosen as the reason for having that name.

“Where do I put the smaller boxes mom?” You ask as you enter the store. “These are pearls and beads here”

“You can put it on the left shelf, don't forget to separate each package by color and model.”

"Clear." I smile at Mom as I set the boxes on the counter. “Violet is in the background?”

“She went to get our lunch, you know. Fast travel." The statement made you laugh together.

“Rather her than me, of that I approve.”

Her mother finishes making some notes on her worksheet when she lets a sigh escape her lips. "I can't believe dark velvet didn't come."

"This is bad?" You question as you climb a ladder to place the purple pearls on top of the shelf.

“Yes, with the Fall of the Stars scheduled for the next few months, the demand for dresses with these fabrics tends to grow a lot.” You keep putting the pearls in the correct distribution, now it was already in orange color and on the floor. "I can try to find something in our neighboring court, they must have something."

“How would you go there?”

"I have some tricks don't worry about it." Your mother guarantees. “Your dad returns next week until then keep an eye on your mom and take care of the shop.”

“Are you going now?”

“No Azy, I'm just going through what I need you to do. While Violet doesn't come back, I'm going to our house to get some groceries.” Engel takes the bag and slings it over his shoulders. "I'll be right back, daughter."

“See you soon Mom.”

After finishing the conversation with her mother, the young woman returned to her activity on the shelf, what marked Engel's departure was the bell at the entrance door ringing, soon Azura was alone inside the environment. Silence remained as the girl began to hum the melody of her favorite song, it was a striking chant at the feasts of her ancient court, it was known as the villagers' song. During the dance, pairs are formed and young girls and boys are divided into two lines, clapping their hands and feet to the sound of the melody, often those who stay outside participate by clapping or clapping glasses, it was a real party.

Azura could have many qualities, but her ability to dance was what she was most proud of, it was like she was flying through the air with her feet on the ground or even closing her eyes and still being able to see even better. Not that the parties at the night court were bad, they were more serious and some points more sensual and striking, something that Azura still hadn't tried that style that often, but the parties at Rita's were her favorites.

After finishing the organization of pearls on the shelves, Azura went down the stairs and looked at what was still missing, they were the beads and these are in a drawer with glass under the counter. Easy activity, thought the young woman. When starting this activity, the doorbell rang indicating that someone was entering the place. When looking up Azura noticed the presence of three women, they seemed to be together and the young man thought.

“Good morning madams, may I help you?”

“Oui, mon cher.” The blonde response. “If I had known that the treatment here was different, I wouldn't have spent hours visiting other stores.”

“Thank you for the compliment, our job is to provide the best experience for our customers.” Your answer. “Are you looking for something in particular?”

“I would like a dress that is striking, but without too many details.” The woman comments as she looks at the shelves of fabrics, the others are in the other aisle. “Preferably red or some dark shade.”

“Okay, would you like some embroidery?” While writing down the possible options, he asks something his mother always remembered. “We have some beads and embellishments that would look perfect with this shade of fabric.”

“No, I like plain fabrics and cutouts. However, I do not dispense with suggestions that involve gold.” The woman smiles in response. "By the way, I'm Morrigan, and you?"

"Nice to meet you Miss Morrigan, my name is Azura or if you prefer just Azy."

"I do not believe this." Morrigan smiles radiantly. "I could say that the pronunciation is close to our friend's name, we almost always call him Az in everyday life."

"Excuse me." One of the women who were with Morrigan directs her attention to you. “How much is this dress?” She was referring to a model recently made by her mother with her help, it was black with details in the form of rose petals in purple color around the corset region, complete with a thin black robe with sparkles of the same color running along the entire length.

“Unfortunately I can't say, ma'am, it's my mother's recent work and she's not in town at the moment. If you are interested I can book it and then get back to you with the price.”

“So would Azy.” She smiles in thanks.

“What's this story about Mom Azura's trip? She could have waited for me to come back.” Violet enters the store with two bags. "Sorry for the intrusion, I got careless." Azura closes her lips in a brief smile. "Heavens I'm sorry for my lack of manners ma'am." His sister says while performing a curtsy.

"Sorry?" You ask placing yourself next to your sister.

"She's the lady here Azura, bow down."

Mistress at my mother's store? The cauldron was in our favor.

"Oh." You exclaim in a surprised and worried way. “Sorry for not recognizing you, I never imagined the presence of the court in our store.”

“Kindness and politeness are always well-regarded, however, they don't need to be charged so Much,” Feyre responds. “I miss daily informality, I felt like I was in a group of friends.”

"Make yourself comfortable, my lady, I'll bring you something." His sister walks to the back. "As?" Asked the lady, but before having an answer, the young woman had already gone to the bottom of the establishment.

"Don't worry, ma'am, Violet is just like that." I smiled in thanks. “Would you like to see something else?”

"Call me Feyre, we don't need formality here." I slightly nod my head.

“Did you like something Elain?”

“Would it be possible to make something close to or equal to this model?” The young woman hands me a sheet with a drawing on it. Undoubtedly a magnificent job. Azura thought. The dress was long and with a fabric to be used, it could be Muslin* or Gazar*, both would give the appearance of lightness together with some embroidery in the form of leaves in the abdomen area to the wrist region.

“I believe it will be possible to do exactly like the drawing.” I smile in response. “Have in mind colors you want? So we can take measurements today and start production.”

“I would like the body in green, lighter, and with brief details in dark. The flowers at the top would love it to be orange and yellow.” Elain approaches the fabric rack. “Would it be possible with this one?” she asks next to the silk shelf.

“It is possible, but it will not be as good for volume,” I respond as I pull a piece of fabric so she can feel it. “Silk tends to be straighter and I imagine you appreciate lighter clothes with a floral touch with this design. With that in mind, I recommend you take a look at these fabrics.” I call her to accompany me halfway up the stairs that lead to the second floor, where the cooking space is.

“Isn’t this very transparent?” She responds as she passes the fabric to her sister. “It appears to be, but with a neutral tone lining and extra layers it will look beautiful and will convey the true image you want.” I take the pencil out of my ear and pull out the clipboard again. "I'll sketch with standard fabrics and you come to try it, what do you think?"

"Perfect. After all, you are the professional here.” I smile sweetly.

“Come, our sewing studio is on the second floor.” Start the walk to the site. “If you want to sit, we have these armchairs, feel free.”

“And enjoy the best snack in all of Velaris,” Violet says in a loud tone as she returns to the main hall. “I dare say the best on the entire continent.” Respond in a good mood.

“This store just became my favorite place,” Morrigan states as she sits next to Feyre. “Would you have any wine or derivatives?”

“Of course, the best accompaniment to Violet's snack has always been and will always be a good wine.”

That afternoon of tests, measurements, fabrics, and wine had been fun and memorable for the sisters, while their mother didn't arrive they enjoyed the company of their clients to the fullest, after all, having the honor of preparing the dress for the lady's sister and her taking an interest in a confection of them was important, it would probably cause a nervous breakdown in her. After all the women had gone through the measurement sheet and were preparing to leave the store when Engel returned, she was immensely surprised to see such people in her store as Azura thought.

“My lady, it is an honor to have you in my shop.”

“Your daughters are wonderful…” Feyre pauses as she waits to know my mother's name.

“Engel,” I respond quickly.

“Engel. They were attentive and served us more than well, you must be proud of them.” "In fact. That's what motivates me more every day.” Mom smiles in our direction surprised that Violet is flying over the second-story ledge. “Found something you like?”

“They will make the Starfall dresses with us.”

"Even Azy told me he'd bring some dark velvets... would it be possible to get a red one?" Morrigan asks to smile as she walks over to Mom. “I'll pay more if I have to.”

"Imagine dear, I'm leaving for this reason, don't worry."

“Well, I look forward to hearing from the ladies when we need to come back to try again.”

“Thank you Azura, I'm sure you will do your best.” Elain comes to my side and I reach out for a hug.

“I guarantee it will look stunning in it.” I stretch out my arms to reciprocate the act.

Gradually the three headed out of the place to leave in return to the courthouse, it was undoubtedly a satisfying afternoon for the family. Produce the dress of three members of the court for Starfall.

Three days to Starfall, this milestone was important for those who lived in the night court, since Azura always heard about when she arrived at the court, even this time it seemed to be special because after the war had ended the high lord Rhysand invited the other gentlemen to participate in such a special celebration. Who also received an invitation was Markus valid for all his family, Azura and Violet screamed together in emotion when their father read the envelope that came to them at home, Engel, however, was nervous about the situation since her powers can be a threat to many and if Rhysand used it on her he could see into her past and that would be extremely bad.

Azura took some time in her clothing to produce one for herself, after all, she would need to be up to the event, but not going beyond the beauty and details of those she had made for her clients, two identical dresses in the same place are never well seen, so the ideas she had were directed towards something classic and without much detail on the body, just two smoky sleeves. The color chosen by Azura was green, she loved this shade more than any other and saw no better reason to use that color in her favor than now, with everything she tried to consider the shoes so that she wouldn't be out of the color plan, unlike Violet who opted for bright colors from head to toe, after all, different personalities bring opposite tastes together.

As Azura finished sewing some clothes that were brought to the concert, the entrance bell rang indicating that someone was entering the place, she hoped it was Elain to pick up the clothes, both had become great friends during the fitting visits and she even received an invitation of her own to visit her garden when possible.

“One moment, I will attend to you soon.” I talk while finishing the sewing stitch.

"Don't worry girl, we have all the time in the world for that." A male voice responds in a humorous tone. “Would you even have ties here?”

“Do we have sir, any color in particular?” I ask as I walk down the stairs to the service area.

“What color is the dress you made for my partner, Nesta?” He asks. "I'm sure I'll look charming matching her, don't you think?"

“Oh, did you come to get the dresses for the girls?” I ask approaching him at the entrance to the store. "Sirs. I hadn't noticed your presence.” I respond when I notice another man watching the top of the fabric rack, when I call out to him his eyes meet mine.

"Hello." He answers. "Azriel."

"Nice to meet you Azriel, I'm Azura." I reach my hand towards him, though he just keeps his gaze in my direction.

Am I disheveled or dirty-faced?

“Haha. I can't believe we can call each other by the same nickname.” The other man jokes, laughing out loud. "I'm Cassian by the way."

“Well, come over here. I'll get the dresses and if you wish I can bring you some tie options to see sir.”

“I will, yes. And you Az?” The man asks his friend who responds with a short wave, still in the same place. "I'll get him one, don't worry it's just problems to deal with."

"I understand. I'll be right back” I answer and start my walk to the stands where the dresses were. “Can they take it without them falling in love or something worse?”

“You can trust us both with your life, these dresses will arrive as they are here now.” Cassian approached smiling, he had sharp humor and was fun to watch. “Is it identified or something?”

"Yes, the owner's name is written on the front of the package." I take a hanger and show it to him, it says Morrigan. “Want to see your partner’s and compare color options?”

“Couldn't you take it? Nesta forced me not to open it before she did.”

“Of course, surprises are always exciting. Tell me what your reaction was afterward.” I say in amusement to your comment.

"Are you going to the party?" Cassian asks as he leans over the counter as I climb the stairs to get the boxes where we kept ties.

“Yes, my father received the invitation to the Family,” I answer almost breathlessly from holding three boxes. "You must know him, he is helping to train the youth here at court."

"Are you Markus' daughter?" Cassian sighs as he looks up to the companion who is now walking toward them. “Who knew you would be his daughter, totally different.”

"That was rude, I'm sorry for his speech," Azriel speaks for the first time since I greeted him.

“No problem, so I think you must meet my mother. We are each other’s image.” I state as I pull out some color ties that might please Cassian. “What do you think of these?”

“Can I look in a mirror?

“Of course, there's a logo in front of you. Feel free." I answer and he walks to the place. "Want to see some for yourself too sir?" I look towards Azriel's face, he is charming and has certainly drawn my attention to him.

“You can call me Azriel. I believe our ages are not so far apart.” I feel a slight shiver when I hear his voice again. He's so mysterious, it moves me a lot.

Cauldron what is it now? By mother!

“If you have any in the emerald shade I would like to see.”

"I will check."

With a slight shake of her head Azura returns to the box in search of something that could please Azriel's request, she had a tie in that color but something inside her didn't want to end that moment between them, as if even with few words she had fallen in love with him. Could it happen so quickly and like the tales she read? Where do they see each other for the first time and are they together forever?

“Nonsense,” I mutter as I think about that possibility.

"Pardon?" Azriel questions.

"I'm sorry," I say taking several options out of the box. “I often speak for my thoughts, please disregard my comment.”

"It's all right." He responds by breaking our contact through the look. Before I can say anything else Cassian returns smiling.

"I'll take this one, Nesta will surely love it." He answers. "Then we'll find a use for it." Laugh suggestively.

"I'll take this one," Azriel comments with a tie in his hands. It was a sophisticated model with some luminous details on the ends.

"Perfect. If I may, I will put them in a bag for you to take away.” I walked to the cashier where the various bags to put merchandise were kept, Mom wanted to make sure everything in there came out well protected. Next to the cashier, I found a note that had the function of a reminder, mom we told her not to charge for those services and that they would be a gift to the members for their trust and that this could keep them as customers as she still didn't seem to believe it happened. "Here it is. We appreciate your preference and hope to see you here more often.”

“But what about the payment? They said that…” Before Cassian could finish I cut him off.

"It's all set, don't worry." I smile towards the pair as they walk to the exit I follow holding the dresses. “Here, two for each.”

“Until our next meeting Azura, I hope to see if you are like your mother.” Cassian laughs as he takes two orders.

“Of course, you will also see that my sister is almost, if not one, a copy of Dad.” I join him and laugh as the smile leaves Cassian's face. "Markus has a second daughter general."

"I confess that I am looking forward to this meeting." Azriel comments looking at his friend, "Surely she will be a friend as much as your brother."

"Do not start." The friend shakes his face reproachfully at Azriel. “See you later Azura.” With those words, Cassian flies through the air with two orders.

“Would it be too much to ask to look at the dresses when you arrive?” I ask Azriel before he leaves too.

"I'll do my best, dress is not my strong suit."

"Thanks." I smile at him.

“Thank you for your attention Azura, I hope to see you more often.” And so I wave in his direction before he takes to the skies as Cassian had just before.

Does he want me again? Cauldron what will become of my person when this happens?

"You certainly need to grow up Violet, what's the harm in coming with your sister?" Dad asks seriously as he closes the door to our house.

"I don't want to arrive at a party carrying my sister as a babysitter." She responds by walking over to Mom. “Besides, the mother has already decided to go with me.” I smile triumphantly.

“Engel?” Dad asks suggestively towards Mom.

"I think we better go before the star hour arrives and we'll be here arguing." Violet smiled triumphantly at the comment, she was already hugging Mom to start the flight to Casa dos Ventos, where the party would take place.

“I still wonder how I could have had a daughter as stubborn as Violet.” My dad sighs walking over to where I was. “Would you mind arriving as my daughter’s escort?”

“Not at all, father. I confess that anxiety about what it will be like is more important at the moment.”

That said Markus wraps his arms around his daughter's waist ensuring she is safe during the flight. Plumbing so that dress and hair don't spoil without was made by Violet, she spent weeks looking if this was possible until she found it and was successful in doing so. Azura was happy with the possibility of meeting new people and even friends who came from the old court, after all, it is a great celebration to be made this year.

As she flew through the sky of Velaris Azura she devoted her attention to observing every detail of that view that she couldn't access often. How she wanted to fly. The feeling of freedom and grandeur was what I imagined feeling if I could perform this action, however, I needed to contain myself with reality and now the main vision was the party area. Everything was impeccable when she and her father flew down onto the porch of the house, the sight was breathtaking.

"Daughter? Are you all right?" Dad asks when he lands on the first floor, he was always worried when we flew.

"Yeah, it's ok over here daddy." I smile in response.

Soon the two walked to where Engel and Violet were, the second already had a glass of champagne in her hands. With Markus and his wife in arms together, the daughters followed their parents around the hall where the party took place, the music was loud, but the height was not noisy, it was perfect for dancing with someone or singing alongside a friend. Through the Azura salon, the decor was observed with appreciation, it was perfectly crafted and with details of all the cuts, Rhysand prepared something special for each High Lord to feel welcomed.

As Azura approached the food table she felt a slight tingling in her neck, looking back she didn't see anyone who could have done that and decided to look for something to eat while Violet drank other glasses and chatted with Morrigan, as well as Elain and her, his sister had made a great friendship with the woman. However, when returning her gaze to the table Azura noticed a double shadow in front of her, they seemed to whisper something that she didn't quite understand what it could be, maybe someone wants to get her attention.

“Are you lost?” I ask lightly touching the shadows. "What is it?"

When Azura touches the black shadows with her fingers some turn her fingers into blue tones like when performing some magic, incantation, or spell, what could that mean now? Curiosity about what could be happening so distracted the young woman that she didn't realize that the shadows linger, the one she had been thinking about since the delivery of the dresses, was behind her and going through the same situation as her.

“Looks like my shadows liked yours,” Azriel says.

"Azriel!" I exclaim in surprise turning my body quickly towards him. “Are they yours?”

"They usually stay with me and don't separate for anything, but I think something about you caught their attention." He responds while playing with blue scraps on his fingers. How was this possible? “Are you also an enchanter?”

"No. I had these shadows with me all the time, it was only when I needed to use my magic that they appeared.”

"Interesting." He says opening space in his fingers for them to come back to me. “I believe they want to return to their owner.”

With that the blue shadows return to Azura's body unlike the black shadows, they remained around the girl's hand and others started to go toward her.

"Shadows," Azriel called for him, I don't think even he knew what was happening. “Sorry about that Azura.”

"All right, they're fun." I smile when one escapes from Azriel and comes close to my ear, it tickles and it was fun. “What did you say, friend?” I question the shadow laughing once more, Azriel seemed amused by the scene even though he had a brief smile on his lips.

partner.

Partnership.

The shadows whisper those words in Azura's ear and that was enough for a tingle to start in her chest. A light began to start in his mind and gradually his body warmed up as if he were in the middle of a volcanic eruption. Desire. Passion. Anguish. Fear. These other feelings took over Azura's body now, the young woman was going through all that while looking straight into the eyes of Azriel, her partner. As she hadn't realized it before, maybe it was as brief as that day at the store when she'd wanted to be with him for the rest of the day just watching his face intently and enjoying his company.

In the meantime, the place continued in its time, people drinking, laughing, and talking, however for Azriel and Azura it turned in slow motion as if it almost stopped, the cauldron was becoming dedicated to that couple that was forming, after all, each one felt everything differently. In a truly intense and raw way, the purest carnal desires passed through the skin of both, and being in the midst of so many seemed to physically move Azriel who spread his wings and tried to bring Azura's body only to himself in an attempt to have her only for himself.

"Cough cough." A voice cuts my attention. "It's all right here?" Cassian asks next to Azriel.

"Yea." We both responded quickly.

"It's just that they looked so lost staring at each other that I thought about coming here," Cassian says smiling briefly, little by little he seemed to want to approach me, but Azriel holds his arm and looks straight into his face.

“Hey man, calm down. Did something happen?"

“We leave you alone.” He responds as he lets go of his friend's wrist. “Would you accompany me on an Azura walk?”

"Clear," I answer before he even finishes the question, I just wanted to be with him and nothing else.

Partner. I had a partner and he was a breathtaking man. She was certainly happy for him, but she felt that on the other side the feelings weren't the same, there was hesitation and fear. "Everything is fine?" I ask as we walk side by side through the halls of the house. I got no answer. “Is everything okay Azriel?” I question the same, I decided to touch his wing to attract his attention to mine.

When we do something and regret it right away, it's normal to feel bad, but Azura didn't expect that by performing that action she would be pushing Azriel's body to the limit. It was hot as fire and cold as snow, and that simple gesture stirred the body of the man who in time tried to control the urge to kiss her passionately. When consciousness returned to Azura she was against an icy wall and with Azriel in front of her, he had spread wings and was breathing heavily.

"You shouldn't have done that." Says Azriel.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know this would hurt you," I respond by looking up at him, but Azriel's gaze is downcast, only his arms are around me. “I was afraid and I was worried about you.” I noticed a smile on his face as I said the last sentence.

“Yes, indeed I am afraid.” Azriel's gaze darted toward me. “Afraid of bringing you to my side and not being what you want.”

“How can I deny it?”

“Standing by my side as a partner might not be easy, especially since you barely know me Azura. I understand if you want to wait, but I won't force you to be with me just to ease my pain.”

“Do you think I would be here if it were just for you?” I respond loudly, attracting his attention. “I've missed you since that afternoon, I thought I was going crazy wanting to see you after we barely spoke. Until today I thought I would go crazy wanting him so much and now you say that, do you know how much it hurts?”

"I knew that day, I just avoided saying it because I knew you didn't feel it."

“For now that I am now aware of my feelings for you, Azriel,” I affirm as I put his face in my hands, I wanted to bring him closer to me. "We are partners," I say when we touch our foreheads. “I am your partner and you are mine.”

"My," Azriel whispers.

With those words they both joined their lips in a desperate and needy kiss, their lives depended on it as if it were the last act before giving themselves up to eternity. Gradually the kiss became even more intense than before, Azura takes her hands to Azriel's head, allowing her fingers to tangle in his hair, as they kiss the inside of each one exploded in a luminous glow in their hearts as if a universe were created for them to see together and alone in this new world. Azriel let out a guttural groan at the contact and pulled Azura even closer to him, he wanted her to make sure it was just his hands touching her body, in that act, he squeezed her waist and brought her body against his.

When the breath failed for the pair both parted their lips and allowed themselves to look for a moment again, the eyes that were hazel before were now in a darker shade, approaching brown, with everything gone little time for them to have to Count on observing the other's state, Azura soon returned to her beloved's in an action of pure passion, life and ardent. In this new position, Azura could feel Azriel's arousal in his pants that were in contact with her intimate region, strong against the young woman's body, sending a wave of wetness between her legs at the thought of what he could do to you if they got in touch. a bedroom. What once seemed like a calm kiss slowly became intense now turned into a carnal and intense yearning to unite with their partner and accept the bond together. With everything, when Azriel allowed himself to drop his hands from his waist to Azura's thighs to place her in his lap, a clearing of his throat interrupted the couple's moment, Azura turned quickly to find Violet, Morrigan, and Cassian standing in the doorway with arms crossed and an amused smile on each one's face, her sister even leaned on Morrigan's torso in an attempt not to fall.

"And we here worried about what could have happened to you." Cassian starts.

“The quietest are always the worst.” Your sister talks approaching you, she wipes a small trace of lipstick on your face. “Everyone is going up to the terrace. Dad wanted us to be with him to celebrate as a family.” Violet looks suggestively at Azriel. “But if you have other plans...”

"No." I interrupt your speech. “We can go, we already talked about what we needed to. Right, Az?”

"Yea. We would go back soon.”

"There is!" Cassian laughed, leaning his body back slightly. “I'm sure I would come back.”

“I think we better go ahead and leave the lovebirds.” Morrigan comments, my sister returns to her side intertwining her arms. “Don't delay.”

Azriel and Azura were waiting for the three friends to leave the place so they could turn their attention to just between them. Now it had gotten a little awkward, both of them looking at each other not knowing what to say until Azura smiled and started the conversation.

“We can talk after the party, calmly and privately,” I suggest.

"Certainly." Azriel returns the smile with a curt nod. As I turned around and prepared to walk toward the others, I feel his hand touching mine. "Don't think I'm sorry, for not a second have that thought."

“Never Azriel.” I clasp our hands. "Do you think we should get back together or wait for another time?"

“I think we can stand next to each other, like good new friends.”

“Yes, good friends.” I smile openly at him, at that moment we were already walking through the hall towards the terrace. "Partner."

– Note: as the picture about daemon this will have part two, this week I'm finishing my college homework, I hope you understand. See you soon (: ~

*Muslin: a very thin cotton material

*Gazar: the definition of gazar in the dictionary is clear transparent silk, also known as silk organza.

A song that understands me for villagers singing: Scottish Clan – Derek Fiechter, Brandon Fiechter

Clothing for each character:

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GJ and ZZH Updates — July 10-16

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This is part of a weekly series collecting updates from and relating to Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan.

This post is not wholly comprehensive and is intended as an overview, links provided lead to further details. Dates are in accordance with China Standard Time, the organization is chronological. My own biases on some things are reflected here. Anything I include that is not concretely known is indicated as such, and you’re welcome to do your own research and draw your own conclusions as you see fit. A glossary of names and terms often used can be found [here]. Please let me know if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or additions. :)

07-10 → LLD Fest’s symposium week started. Day 10 prompt: When / how you started shipping Zhang Zhehan and Gong Jun.

→ A Twitter space was held, discussing candy in celebration of LLD Fest. 🍬

→ Dragon TV released a promotional image of Gong Jun from Go Fighting! episode 3.

→ Gong Jun’s studio Weibo posted ten photos of him from Go Fighting! episode 3. Caption: “Boss @Gong Jun Simon has become an extreme express courier to receive and escort important packages! Today at 21:00, challenge together and pay tribute to the spirit of Chinese seeds 💪” (mtl)

→ Go Fighting! episode 3 aired. [subbed video]

07-11 → LLD Fest day 11 prompt: One moment that makes you lose your zen.

→ Colgate posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun. They later made a post tagging Gong Jun, with a caption that began, “Do you believe in light?” (05:00, 511 kadian with the date)

→ KFC posted a commercial featuring Gong Jun.

→ Mengniu posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun. (1314, kadian for “forever”)

→ The fake Zhang Mama account posted an essay where they forgot to edit “request” out of the title, revealing that someone was hired to write it. The essay was deleted and reposted with an apology. The entire essay was later found to be a patchwork of plagarized work originally from 2006.

07-12 → LLD Fest day 12 prompt: One question you want the answer to.

→ #TheRealZhangZhehan, a tag created to combat Instagram-believers, trended on Twitter after a combined effort started to take the tag back from believers who had hijacked it. The tag continued to trend for the next two days.

→ Colgate posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Instagram-believers recieved a blind box they had ordered from the brand which contained photos from Zhang Zhehan’s cancelled concert (the metadata shows they were taken on 21-07-24) and a studio recording of his song 冰川消失那天 (aka Running To Meet You). I will not be linking the song, [here] are the lyrics. Fan Observations: At the end of the song, Zhang Zhehan says “你好吗?” (”Are you okay?”), a phrase that was speculated to be something of a code between him and Gong Jun in their social media posts. After Zhang Zhehan shared a bit of the song in a livestream on 21-08-03, it was speculated based on the lyrics that it was written for Gong Jun. This seems to confirm it.

07-13 → 11 months since 813.

→ LLD Fest day 13 prompt: A song you relate to Zhang Zhehan and Gong Jun.

→ Hogan posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun advertising their limited edition Qixi shoes. (1129 kadian) This was followed by a commercial for the same product. Caption: “Draw love on paper, fold it into a plane and fly towards you. Adorn the side of the shoe with love, share it with you and come to you.” Fan Observations: - The caption for the photo ad opens with “浪漫开幕“ (”Romantic openings”), the same 浪 as Lang Lang Ding. - One shot near the end of the commercial looks very reminiscent of how Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan stood during a game in the Happy Camp livestream. - In the commercial, he says “跟我走吧” (”Come with me”), which he previously said in a vlog seemingly in response to Zhang Zhehan’s “带我走” (“Take me away”) from the 2020 BAZAAR interview.

→ Zhang Zhehan trended on Twitter.

→ Dragon TV posted a preview for episode 4 of Go Fighting!.

→ Kangshifu posted three photo ads featuring Gong Jun.

→ Gong Jun posted four photos of himself wearing the Hogan shoes to his Xiao Hong Shu. Caption: “‘Took’ some photos ✌ A bit of colour but not much 😎”

→ Gudou Xingfan posted a short interview with Gong Jun about his Golden Blossom award. [translation here]

→ Louis Vuitton reposted their commercial featuring Gong Jun from 01-13 to their Instagram. They also included a photo ad of him in their story.

→ The Instagram posted five photos of “Zhang Zhehan” sitting in a conference hall wearing the brand’s merch. Caption: “Every smile is like a candy 🍬 It melts sweetly and defeats the monsters” Fan Observations: - There are signs of photoshopping around the hands. [1] [2] [3] - The print in the book is vertical as is used in Taiwan rather than horizontal as is used in mainland China. There are worries that this was done intentionally to set something up in the near future.

→ Dragon TV posted four gifs of Gong Jun from episode 3 of Go Fighting!.

→ Dragon TV posted a clip of Gong Jun from episode 3 of Go Fighting!.

07-14 → LLD Fest day 14 prompt: Headcanons.

→ Jean Arnault, the son of Louis Vuitton’s director of watches, reposted the photo ad of Gong Jun.

→ BEAST posted a teaser featuring Gong Jun blowing bubbles for their upcoming Qixi limited edition products. (1129 kadian) The caption includes the product line’s slogan, “Love’s cure Love’s new birth”

→ Hogan posted three behind the scenes photos of Gong Jun from their new ad campaign. (1129 kadian) Caption: “Zoom in on the tidbits of love and discover the sweet details ... A romantic screening for you.”

→ Xie Yihua and co. posted a picture of “Zhang Zhehan” blowing bubbles. Interesting timing...

→ Kangshifu posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Hsu Fu Chi posted a video of their irl anniversary event, with the caption including “@Gong Jun Simon sent birthday wishes to Hsu Fu Chi ‘30 years of achievement, 30 years of glory’!” Gong Jun’s face is plastered all over the event, but he himself is conspicuously absent from the video. He did not acknowledge the post in any way.

→ REAL1640′s new photobook arrived for some buyers, some of whom leaked parts of the five hours of Word of Honor behind the scenes footage included with it. I won’t be linking it, as he has explicitly asked people not to spread it further. Some highlights in text form: - The posing for the “there’s a light on you” scene was inspired by the movie Your Name, suggested by Zhang Zhehan. Gong Jun has since said mulitple times that this is his favourite movie, and his Weibo header is a screenshot from it. - Gong Jun casually called Zhang Zhehan baobei. - Gong Jun made a very loud “muah!” while rehearsing the poison sucking scene. (Uncertain from the angle if lips touched skin, though we have other footage showing it did happen in the final take.) - Many dirty jokes were made (shocker 😅)

→ BEAST posted a second teaser video. (1129 kadian)

07-15 → LLD Fest day 15 prompt: Someone you’ve met in the fandom who’s changed your life for the better. (A shoutout to all of you who regularly read these, I notice you and I love seeing your responses. 💕)

→ Gong Jun posted two photo ads for BEAST. (11:00, 511 kadian with the date) Caption: “Let’s meet again with my good friend Poo-Poo, and look for the healing fragrance together. May we all find the simplest happiness” BEAST reposted these with the caption, “May love heal everything, and may we all find the simplest happiness” and posted a third photo ad featuring Gong Jun. Fan Observation: There was a bit of a conspiracy theory last year about Poo-Poo the Panda... Take it with a grain of salt.

→ BEAST posted a short commercial featuring Gong Jun. (1129 kadian, 51129 kadian with the date)

→ Hogan reposted Gong Jun’s Xiao Hong Shu photos from 07-13 alongside an ad for the shoes he wore in them. (1129 kadian, 51129 with the date) The caption includes, “In pure white, the heart is in the eye.”

→ Hsu Fu Chi posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Gong Jun liked a very cute dog video on Douyin. Title: “Really can't hide the look in someone's eyes”

→ Danny (one of Xie Yihua’s people, involved in the girlfriend rumors) posted professional photos of a football game with a blurry figure on the sideline who is supposedly Zhang Zhehan. Many have commented that the figure looks different anatomically and has much worse posture than Zhang Zhehan. A group photo from the game was also shared which includes a frankly very ugly person that they’re claiming is him.

→ Gong Jun appeared in a livestream for Fresh, wherein he talked with an Olympic medalist. [recording]

→ Colgate posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ The official Weibo of China’s firefighting force posted a video of a firefighter singing a song requested by a follower: Heart Towards the Sun, originally by Zhang Zhehan.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted six photos from the Fresh livestream. Caption: “Simple and pure white, embellished with fresh green. Boss @Gong Jun Simon uses color to convey freshness and vitality, and always stay in the best condition! !” Fan Observation: While not exactly the same, the outfit looks very similar to the one he wore for his birthday livestream which had some candy to it. It’s interesting that this caption would call attention to it.

→ Bingdi, a CP fansite, paid for a billboard in Hengdian to display a picture of Zhang Zhehan and Gong Jun to celebrate the second anniversary of the pool fanmeet. It was scheduled to stay up until 07-30.

07-16 → LLD Fest day 16 prompt: One thing you’ve learned from LLD / the LLD fandom that you’ll take with you.

→ A teaser was posted for an episode of the variety show Back to Field which Gong Jun will be guest appearing in on 07-22.

→ Dragon TV posted individual stills of everyone from Go Fighting!.

→ Zhang Zhehan trended on Twitter.

→ Hsu Fu Chi posted another video from their anniversary event, again tagging Gong Jun. Honestly this is just embarrassing at this point.

→ The Hengdian billboard was taken down after Instagram-believers mass-reported it for being of an immoral artist. It had previously passed official review without issue. If you need any more proof that they aren’t trying to help him clear his name, this is it.

→ Kangshifu posted three photo ads featuring Gong Jun.

→ We Are The Champions episode 5 is now available for free, episode 6 is available with VIP.

Additional Reading: → Flora’s daily fan news thread

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THE PITS(TOP)

It was at a rest stop on the way out of Billings, Montana, that they got the news. It was before that, actually, but Jade was good about not checking her notifications on the road.

“Fuck!” Jade yelled and slammed the car door to have something to direct her anger towards, and she resisted the urge to kick the tire afterwards. “Do they even know how long that took us to put together? We can just repost it. What are they gonna do?”

It had taken less than twelve hours for their major story on a minor celebrity to get posted, cause a big stir, and get taken down. Of course Jade knew this was going to be a likely outcome, but it didn’t mean that she was any less upset about it.

Just as riled up as Jade but stiff as hell from the drive, Joel slowly got out of the car and cracked his back. Then his neck. Then his knuckles. "I can't fucking believe it. This is censorship! Fuck. We have it on a flash drive. They can't do anything. What are they gonna do? Take it down again? They can't do anything." Thunder rumbled as Joel kicked a bottle cap on the ground, a scowl on his typically cheerful face.

It was bullshit.

They (mostly Jade) had spent hours researching their facts and putting the most recent episode together. It had been so good. One of their best, for sure. And yet— poof. In an instant, gone.

Joel watched his twin pace angrily around the parking lot for a moment, then looked up at the gray sky. "What! The! Fuck!" He yelled, taking big breaths in between each word. A family getting into their car a few feet away turned to look at him, disapproval on their face as the mother covered her child's ears. Joel shrugged and turned back to look at Jade, "We knew it could happen but...that was handled in an ungodly amount of time, right? Fuckin' ridiculous."

Jade handled the gas pump with much more force than necessary, then moved so that she could slump against the car. She knew they had backups for this exact reason, but the censorship was expected and unwelcome. Why must people exist with wool over their eyes? Yes, maybe they had insider knowledge on this topic, but that didn't mean that their presentation was any less real and important for the public.

As if to match their mood, the sky opened up above the twins and rain began to pour.

"Ungodly my ass," Jade grumbled, and, on cue, there was a crack as the puddle forming on the ground near them shimmered and projected an image of a brightly-dressed bespeckled woman with a stern look on her face.

"You two..." The woman sighed and shook her head as she pushed back a tangle of curls and piled it all into a messy bun atop her head. "I swear, whenever anything happens, I need only look to you or your siblings." She looked as disheveled as a goddess could, which meant that she still had more grace than an etiquette instructor. "Care to explain what that little stunt was?"

Nothing surprised Joel anymore. Not the speed at which their episode had been taken down. Not the rain that was spattering onto the pavement around them. And amazingly, not the woman who appeared out of thin air before them. "Should have known," he mumbled, loud enough for only Jade to hear.

Fixing a smile on his face, Joel waved innocently to the colorful apparition. "Hi Auntie." He did his best to look like he hadn't done a thing , cutting a look to Jade while the goddess sighed. "What stunt? We were just doing a little research. No harm in that, right?"

The burning look that the goddess shot Joel suddenly made her feel a lot more menacing than her boho tie dye style. "A little research," she pronounced each word with special emphasis, as if she was holding back. "You exposed a place of safety and sanctity. You two have gone too far with these antics."

Jade snorted. "Exposed," she repeated with a roll of her eyes. "Every monster and myth on earth already knows where that camp is. So why are you pressed about mortals finding out about y'all? Is it some way to keep them quelled?" She was tempted to start recording on her phone, and it looked as though the rainbow goddess was reciting a mantra under her breath.

"You two... if this is a cry for attention, you will soon learn that you may be asking for too much. Attention is almost never a good thing to have on you, not with the forces you're playing with."

Jade gave another exaggerated eye roll at the prophetic tone Iris was taking, then stuck her tongue out at Joel.

Somehow, Joel managed to keep the easy smile on his face, despite the heat from Iris' glare. He leaned back, resting against the trunk of the car. It wasn't every day that you got chewed out by a goddess but...it also wasn't the first time. Joel wondered how long the gods would find them amusing. He swallowed hard, not letting his thoughts go any further down that path.

As if reading his twin's mind, Joel carefully slid his phone out of his pocket, intending to record the situation they'd found themselves in. The goddess launched into what felt like a pre-prepared speech, talking about the grandiose forces at hand and Joel tried to hide his smile. He caught the look Jade was giving and made a face in return.

Looking back to Iris, he shrugged. "It's not a cry for attention. We're hardly the first to make a big deal about the strange stuff going on out there. I mean, come on, Auntie— did you even listen to it before you took it down? Long Island was home to some buckwild government experiments back in the day. How do you explain that?" He cut his hand through the air. "There are plenty of people like us that live in the public eye. Shouldn't y'alls sanctuary hold up against anything these 'forces' might throw at it?"

Jade gave a small quirk of her eyebrow towards her brother, but otherwise kept her expression neutral. "We're just saying that maybe it's a time where people start to open their eyes. People who don't want to see past the mist, they won't bother, but why not make it easier for those who could have a foot in both worlds? Mortals have always been a part of myth." Not to mention the fact that the gods may or may not have their fingers in some more suspicious business. Why were they located at the Empire State Building? What kind of power did they have over the political structure of the United States? Did Zeus make money off the Iraq war?

Iris seemed to be less impressed with each sentence that came from the twins, and her patience was running thin. She looked between both of them before she flicked her hand at Joel's phone, instantly draining the battery. Before he could give her any grief about it, she held up the same hand. "You're lucky I didn't crumble that to dust, dear boy. You two are playing with fire. That is not a warning, that is a guarantee. I suggest you tuck your tails between your legs and not pull any stunts like that again. Apologize and thank those above you for vouching for you."

Chiming in, Joel added, "Yeah! The mythical and mortal worlds have been entwined for centuries! Seems only fair that people who want to know should be able to see what's really around them. And...without mortals, the gods wouldn't have so many heroes to do their bidding." It was a risky point to make, but it was true. Every myth he'd ever read proved it. Still, Joel got the feeling that the gods would not appreciate being called out like that.

He meant to say more but in that moment, the jig was up. Iris had spotted his not-so-stealthy recording and Joel grimaced. He stood up a little straighter as she delivered her warning, pocketing his now-dead phone. Hopefully the little snippet he'd recorded would still he there when it powered up again but that seemed unlikely. Being told to apologize and give thanks didn't sit right with Joel, so he stood quietly, looking away from Iris to meet Jade's eyes. A raise of his eyebrows silently communicated 'what do you think?' and, at the same time, 'can you believe this is our life right now?'

The rain was picking up, as was the wind, and though Iris seemed entirely unbothered by it, Jade was wondering if she was going to have to change her clothes before driving to a motel for the evening.

"Do you know what the gods bidding is?" Iris asked Joel, though it was clear that she didn't care for it to be answered. "Of course you don't. Or if you do, you clearly show that you do not understand. The gods are there to keep order. To keep it so that fate is handled in a way that does the least amount of harm. Do you know what happens if you ignore a prophecy, or try to deny it? You've read enough myth to know, haven't you? You can not deny prophecy, it will always come true."

Jade's cheeks burned despite the cold rain on them, but she held her tongue, and shot Joel a response. 'Ugh, yeah, what else would it be' followed by 'we should probably leave it for now, though.’ She raked her teeth over her lower lip, realizing that Iris was expecting a reply, and maybe the apology she'd already mentioned. "Of course," her tone betrayed her, coming out as a grumble, and she cleared her throat. "I thought this was like Area 51. People even showed up there and nothing happened. Doubt anything is going to come out of this." She kept an eye on Iris, watching for any sort of recognition of the Area 51 incident, since Jade was positive the gods had something under wraps there. Then, she reluctantly added, in a much smoother tone, "We're sorry that it got so big. I mean, subscribers are probably gonna be great, if you let us keep them so we can afford dinner..."

Iris rolled her eyes, but her stony expression seemed to be cracking, as though she'd delivered the message she was supposed to already. Even the rain seemed to be dying down.

"—And thank you, of course, for vouching for us," Jade added, figuring that it was what the goddess had hinted at earlier and was now waiting for.

Rain dribbled down his glasses and Joel wished he'd thought of making tiny windshield wipers for them. There was always next time. He slowly took them off his face, using the hem of his shirt to dry them off before looking back at Iris. It would be so easy to continue to argue, to direct his frustration into something instead of holding it inside. But a goddess was a bad target to pick. So Joel kept his mouth shut and nodded along to her rhetoric, a thin smile on his face.

Letting Jade do the talking was much easier than bringing up all the counterarguments his brain had already conjured up. She was the more convincing of them anyway. Joel couldn't fathom how Iris could claim the gods were keeping order when you learned that the children of the gods had basically been the root of most major conflicts in history in Being a Demigod 101. And...Zeus was pretty much responsible for single-handedly being the worst husband in the world. He doubted Hera (or all the mortals he'd knocked up) would agree that he was keeping order. It was probably bad form to bring that up though. Faking a cough to hide his laugh at Jade's mention of Area 51 , Joel looked away. It was definitely bad form to laugh before a clearly pissed-off goddess. But there was something going on at Area 51. Everyone knew that. Idly, he wondered if @_kllledbycain was a Kakashi impersonator full-time. Maybe that was the link to the Area 51 raid they needed! He'd have to remember to tell Jade...as soon as they were out of danger of being smited? Smote? Incinerated.

It was probably his turn to chime in. To really sell it. He arranged his expression into a sheepish sort of smile. "Seriously, the subscribers would...save us. But, uh, yeah. We didn't think it would take off like that, didn't think anything of it really. It was just supposed to be this silly thing we were working on. We're sorry if we put anyone at risk. And— yeah, what Jade said. Thank you, genuinely."

Jade glanced at Joel, wearing an expression that said 'what, are you going to get down and actually kiss her ass next time?' before glancing away, not wanting to snicker at her brother.

Iris, however, seemed to be at least somewhat appeased by the twins responses, and while the downpour had turned to slightly more than a drizzle, she wore an expression like unto a tired caretaker. Was she ready for the next problem? Probably not, and so she would send Hermes to deal with that one instead. "I never said I was the one to vouch for you."

Jade wanted to point out that she didn't deny it either, but she didn't want to make the little smile on Iris's face disappear. "Well, thanks for coming to deliver the message personally, then. It's always good to see you, auntie." Though it'd be better if it didn't come with an unneeded shower. Jade dipped her head to sniff herself. Okay, after hours of driving, maybe the shower wasn't entirely unnecessary.

Iris hummed in response as the rain died down almost entirely, and her form flickered before the two demigods. "Now, if you even think about putting that back up, I won't be the god associated with weather that will be coming to speak to you." She sighed and put a hand up to her ear. "Okay, now I need to deal with a translation error in Prague. Don't make any trouble, good luck on your trip, and kids, please, get into a change of clothes, before you get sick."

Jade opened her mouth to make a point, but the goddess was already gone, and so she just looked to Joel like a wet cat, jaw set as her hair dripped. "Such bullshit. I need to remember to wear a wetsuit next time we put up an episode.

Instinctively feeling the judgy look Jade was giving him, Joel turned his head in time to get her subliminal message and give her a generous eye roll in return. Maybe he'd laid it on a bit thick, so what? At least the rain was stopping now. That and Iris looked significantly less bothered and more like herself— which meant that instead of being 100% done with the twins, she was only about 70% done with them.

"Tell Hermes we say thanks for the coffee," Joel grinned, giving Iris a little wave as he moved to dig a something out of the trunk of the car. He tried not to laugh when she gave them another warning, knowing full well that he and Jade were thinking the same thing. It was time for another episode. "See you later, Auntie," he gave the goddess a small wave as she shimmered out of view then, looked over at Jade. She really did look like a wet cat. He probably didn’t look much better. In fact, the two of them probably looked a little ridiculous. They seemed to be standing in the only area of the whole rest stop that had been rained on. Go figure.

"Here," he held a towel out to Jade. "I'll add 'wetsuits' to our Patreon wishlist. Should I put 'umbrella' on there too?"

“Shut up,” Jade grumbled, clearly not in the mood for Joel’s ability to remain his goofy self in any situation. She took the towel and stepped around the car so that she could open the back seat and dig through clothes that she could change into for the rest of the ride. "There's an umbrella somewhere in here. Probably ten, honestly, and they're probably all piled under Toothless's cage." She shot their bearded dragon a look, as though he had been hoarding all the umbrellas on purpose, and he gave her a lazy wink in return. "He just winked, Joel! No shit! He basically told us that he ate them all."

Once fully changed, she wrapped her wet clothes up in the towel and tossed it in the back (something to deal with later), then walked around the car fully so that she could climb into the passenger's side. She drew her legs up so that she could rest them on the dashboard, and was only on her phone for a short time before she groaned and slumped down in the seat, contorting in a very uncomfortable-looking position.

"Ugh! Ughhhh. They got it taken off Patreon too." She huffed, looking at Joel with a forlorn expression. "Whatever, I don't even give a shit. Like this won't make it blow up even more." She wasn't sure she really believed her words, and her tone betrayed this. "Whatever," she repeated, rolling her eyes as she sniffled and turned her head to look out at the rain dramatically. It would have helped if it was actually still raining. "I'm naming the next episode number 33, I don't even care."

"Alright, alright," he nodded, understanding how his twin was feeling. While Jade busied herself looking for dry clothes, Joel set to work cleaning out the front seat before the next leg of their drive. It was no surprise that he quickly filled a plastic bag with trash— most of which was empty chip and candy bags. "He did what?" Joel glanced over the backseat, making eye contact with Toothless and raised an eyebrow. The reptile stared back at him, unblinking. "Oh, for sure. Tooth's a machine. He could eat a whole umbrella factory. Is that a thing?"

Finally, the cab of the car was clean, save for the two coffee cups in the center console. Joel picked up Jade's cup, shook it to make sure it was empty, and added it to the bag of trash. Grabbing his own iced mocha, he took a sip, the straw making an empty slurping sound in the drained cup. This too he added to the bag. Returning to the car after disposing of their trash, a gleam in the console caught his eye. In the same moment, Jade clambered into the passenger seat.

"They— seriously? Ugh." Joel quickly swapped out his shirt for a dry hoodie and got into the passenger seat. "God how do you drive like this?" He muttered before adjusting the chair and mirrors for his height. Wishing he could say something to lift Jade's spirits, a small frown worked its way onto his face. He knew his twin well enough to know that she'd recover in the morning when they saw how many new subscribers and views this debacle was sure to bring, but in the meantime— "Can I offer you a drachma in this trying time?" Joel had fished the handful of gleaming gold coins from the cupholder while Jade vented. Now, he held one out to Jade, the grin on his face almost as bright as the coin resting in his palm. "Looks like someone didn't want our episode to be taken down. Found it under the coffee."

Jade peeked away from the window back at her brother, looking up at him from where she was burrowing herself in her sweatshirt. She took the coin and pressed it to her chest, shifting in the seat to push herself up a bit, as the world seemed a bit less like it was going to end. She exhaled a breath and gave a small smile to Joel. "Should've left fries instead. Can't eat this."

Nevertheless, her spirits were no doubt lifted, and she raised her eyebrows at her twin. "Ready to start work on episode 33 tomorrow?"

"Episode 33 tomorrow," Joel agreed, as he put the car in reverse. "Fries now."

#c: jade #c: jadejoel

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genuflectx · 4 years

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Unicorn/Reader

Length: 8,655 words

Main Kinks: Horseplay, very light bondage, spanking, transformation

Other Warnings: Half-animals, farming, siblings (NOT incest), being poor, outdoor sex, pregnancy

(all images in aesthetic board are labeled for reuse with modification or are mine)

2/8/2020: REPOST

You re-adjusted the hefty pack weighing down your shoulders, a curse under your breath. Despite everything, despite the way the breeze gently touched the sweet grasses, and the way your staff kept you steady, you were exhausted and just… ready to go back home. The foothills were a fine place to hunt. But your game was a little more exotic, and your cause more needy than that of animal hunger. You had livestock to feed back home. There were crops to be cultivated, and family to be looked after. No, you weren’t wasting away your energy alone up here for mere venison. You were hunting for a unicorn. A live creature.

Evening was growing near, so you settled down. There was a stream below the hill, and scrubland to the east. You could set out some traps in hopes of having good breakfast, all the while reviewing the plan before nightfall.

A stone ring was laid, and you fluffed out the blankets beneath a tent. Next, you trekked to the shrubbery and set the traps. This was good land for rabbit and fox, who would become more active as the sun set. With any luck, by sunrise you could have fresh meat. And if God blessed you with a miracle, such a trap could snag a clumsy equine by the foot. You smirked humorously, knowing full well a horse’s hoof would thrash the stake from the ground before it would be discovered.

Water boiled on the pot while you slowly munched at a slice of bread and cheese, the remaining light keeping the pages of your notebook readable. You thumbed through old journal entries, searching for the last thing written; a vague outline of how to capture the mythical unicorn.

First, of course, you’d have to track it down. Tracking was important for any hunter to learn, and you’d learned it well in youth. The locals and neighbors swore up and down that something like a wild horse had been spotted here in these hills, close to the streams. There were no wild horses native to these mountains, so that was where you were starting. Then, after you’d decided upon a spot to camp, you’d spend the next few days quietly moving and searching and tracking. Looking for hoof prints, signs of scratched bark, really anything you could get. That was the hard part; actually getting visual.

And when you did finally lay eyes upon it, if at all? The outline was a little fuzzier after that. You could paralyze it, but you hadn’t the coin to afford such a weapon. And you certainly couldn’t shoot it, because that would risk it dying before you got what you wanted. A wild horse could be tamed, if you gained its trust and respect. But before that it must be captured.

The outline you’d hastily scribbled before hiking here described, vaguely, how you could possibly lure it into a false sense of security, net it down, then lasso it proper. That was the best bet. No harm would come to the magical creature. No harm but perhaps a sense of dread, which all prey animals must face when held taut by the human apex predator.

As the sun slowly recoiled below the mountains, you thought back to the last conversation you’d had, before having set off.

“You’re really going to just leave the farm to look for a unicorn? Oh, [Y/N.] You’ll be right eaten by a wolf before that ever happens!” And then your sister smacked the back of your head, like you were still a wee one.

You’d scrunched your nose, and hands flew to the air with exasperation. “Well what do you want me to do, we’re desperate! Should I sell another cow?”

She had softened.“It’s a fools errand. You know that. Fairtales.”

“…Yeah,” but you continued to pack, her eyes silently at your back until you slipped from the room.

Your sister was just looking out for you, as she always had. She was about a decade older, and herded the younger ones around in place of a proper mother. But she and your other siblings were the whole reason you were out here, sipping from a pot of boiled water. You were an adult. You could make your own decisions now. And you decided that you’d rather hope for an act of God than wait out the death of the family farm at point blank.

Something rustled in the bushes. You were still and kept quiet, but with the fire blinding your sight, you could see nothing. The brush was silent again, so you prepared to sleep. In the morning you rose to discover that your trap had snagged something. You licked your lips.

“Let’s see then,” you whispered to no one, already rather lonely.

It was a rabbit kit, caught by a foot in the snare. It was far too small and weak to do much but lay in wait to be eaten, so the foot was still in surprisingly good shape. You squatted down, and it sat frozen, breathing heavily.

“I couldn’t much eat a youngin’, now could I? Go on,” you loosened the wire, and it remained. “Go on!” You repeated, shoving its fluffy butt.

Finally the baby got the idea to leave. It hopped away as quickly as a little thing could, though you weren’t sure if it would find its way back home. Regardless of whether it found mama, or if a bird would swoop down for lunch, the child was nature’s business now. You stood and sighed. It would be more bread and cheese for breakfast, then.

You searched long and hard, never straying far from the sight of the stream. All animals had to drink, sometime. They couldn’t all derive their day’s worth of water from the food they ate. You lay on your belly, up atop a hill. A spyglass peered below, sweeping across the summer grasses and the dry bushes. So far you’d counted three deer, one badger, and a lone fox. It was rather early for foxes. You set the spyglass down and sighed.

Day one of tracking hadn’t gone as well as planned. You hadn’t even found any horse hoof prints. There were nothing but cloven hooves in the mud of the stream bank, leading this way or that. The disappointment led you to a restless, dreamless night.

In the morn you’d discovered more deer prints close to camp. One even looked to stray away, coming in to stop at the dusty embers of your dead fire in the night. Curious. You regretted not bringing a bow, now. Perhaps hunting venison would have been a better prerogative. At least you’d have something to show for your time in the foothills, once you returned home. You could see the pity in your sister’s eyes already.

However, day two had begun to turn out rather fruitful. There was something about the clear weather; something about the way butterflies drank abundantly from blooming wildflowers that felt too perfect. And it wasn’t just that. You had an indescribable gut feeling. Not the sort that one gets before a storm, but rather the gut feeling one gets upon knowing they’re mere moments from accomplishing a great task. It was a strange sense of well being.

You came upon a berry bush like in a dream. The drupelets were heavy with juice, fresh and ready to be picked. As you gnawed on a fat, ripe berry, something caught your attention. You tilted and leaned, glancing around the heavy brush here. It was hard to see, so you grabbed a handful of fruits and quietly got closer. There, down below, was a skinny gray horse, drinking from the stream peacefully.

“The rumors were true,” you whispered in awe.

Then it lifted its narrow head. You clumsily fumbled and dropped a few berries in an attempt to grab your spyglass quickly. The horse had a horn! A horn! The excitement was hard to restrain. It felt like your chest would explode outward. You accidentally crushed the berries in your fist, immediately wiping the juice on dirty trousers.

You had to work fast. You squatted low and dug, as quietly as possible, for a net inside of your sack. It had generously heavy balls on the edges, so that whatever it covered would be weighted down. You didn’t expect this to stop the unicorn from moving, but it would tangle the animal up. Once its legs were useless, you could really close in.

So it began. At first time seemed to slow; it was difficult to sneak down without much noise. But the trickle of the stream and direction of the wind helped to keep a low profile. And then it all accelerated, like a blazing wildfire. The unicorn panicked once netted, bucking and neighing wildly as it began to run. Its legs caught in the netting, and it carefully went down, its head tossing and nostrils flaring.

You made eye contact and reached a hand out, trying to look calming. “Shhh, it’s alright girl, it’s alright, just let me get you situated.”

But unicorns were not tame animals. Her eyes were dinner plates and she squirmed in the net. Her energy began to drain, so by the time you were able to get a lasso around her neck, she was already exhausted. The illusion of calmness befell her.

“There there,” you reached out again, nervously. Horses still had nasty teeth, and you did not want to lose a finger.

She snorted and shook her head, but eventually allowed you to pat her nose. You could tell she was still extremely tense, her ears cast back aggressively. While you’d not intended to make her a riding animal, you were worried that breaking her may be the only way to really calm her down. As you examined her gray, snowflake flank, she turned her head and stared you down.

She spoke. “What do you want? Let me go, or I may curse you!”

You jumped, hand to heart. Unsure that you were hearing right, you gawked and stared back silently.

The unicorn threw her head and snorted, pounding a hoof against the ground to stir up dirt. “Speak now! It’s rude not to!”

“So you did talk,” you gasped. “The fairytales never said anything about unicorns speaking! You’re intelligent then, like a man.”

She looked angry, her long tail flicking and flopping, much like a cat. “Yes. And now I want to know why you’ve captured me.”

“Unicorns grant wishes, don’t they? Your horn is magic.”

This made her pelt quiver, as if bitten by a fly. She lowered her head and curled her tail in close. “Oh please don’t cut my horn off! I will surely die if you do so! I will grant you anything, as long as you allow me to live.”

You furrowed your brows. “Oh, no- goodness, I haven’t come to take your horn, good creature. I’ve come to take you home, to my family’s farm. You’re going to help us. No one will harm you there,” you smiled, clapping. “No one believed me! My sister said this was a fool’s errand. I’ll show her.”

So she succumbed to her fate. You fashioned a nose band around her head, but left the bit out. She was surprisingly less aggressive after explaining what you intended to do, but she was still very wary. By now it was evening, but you reasoned that you may make it half way back before dark. While packing up camp you chatted.

“So, have you been captured before?” You asked.

She tugged at where she was hitched and shuffled uneasily, ignoring what you asked. “Have you lassoed a unicorn before?”

That made you smirk. “Of course not. Do you have a name?”

“I do.”

“…Well, what is it then?”

She tugged and scratched at the ground. “Beatrice, and I don’t care to learn yours. Will we go now?”

You hefted the bag up over your shoulders and nodded. As expected, you got a decent amount of walking in before having to set up camp for the night. Beatrice slept standing, occasionally waking every half hour or so. And then you rose with the sun, packed once more, and continued the rest of the way home. The unicorn, naturally, did not allow you to ride her. And considering that she was intelligent, you were a little afraid to suggest it. She walked behind you, ever vigilant.

“So,” you began. “If you’re a unicorn, why does your horn do,” you gestured weirdly around your forehead. “that?”

She rolled her eyes, ears twitching. “Why is it split? Well, why are my hooves split, or your rear, for that matter.”

You thinned your lips and kept walking awkwardly. “You do not like people.”

“Ah, then you understand me. No more questions. You will parade me around your farm, I will grant your wish, and you will release me again. I grow tired of talking,” she sighed.

You supposed that if it were you suddenly lassoed and led away from home, that you’d be rather sour, too. This was all starting to make you feel guilty. But she was magic, and you were desperate. If you could show her a good time perhaps she’d take pity. You didn’t want to risk the wrath of an angry wish-giver. She could probably kill all your cattle, if it so pleased. But you were certain that you could make her comfortable, and perhaps she’d even enjoy meeting your family. Or maybe that was all rationalization. Maybe you were just an asshole.

The tree line parted to wide, grassy fields, being grazed upon by rather scrawny cows. Some saw you from the corner of their doe eyes and lifted their nervous heads to watch. One spared a moo, and you tipped your head.

“Howdy to you, too, ladies!”

Beatrice snorted and smirked. At least you were amusing her, that was a good sign.

First stop was the stables. You wanted to get Beatrice nice and cozy before tending to your sister and siblings. She was your guest, so it was only right. You led her on in, and the other horses came to their windows curiously.

“You are going to leave me here? With common horses?” Beatrice asked snottily.

You chanced a careful pat to her neck and chuckled. “Well sure, you’re a horse! Don’t worry ‘bout the other two. Fenwick there is a young stallion, and Sable is just an old plow horse. Other than Fenwick you ought to not be bothered, and I’ll place you in the further stall.”

She snorted, lifting and lowering her head with irritation. But still, she allowed herself to be led to the back of the stable, all the while ignoring the other two excited equines.

“And now what?” She asked as you locked the door and gently removed her nose band.

“Well, now you can rest, eat some hay, have some fresh water. I’ll even see if I can scrounge up an apple or carrot, but I doubt we have any sugar. But first… gotta find my sister.”

“There’s more of you,” she stomped a hoof and backed further into the stall.

You smiled and nodded. “And won’t they be pleased with me! I’ll be back!”

You left Beatrice to her own devices, then trotted off towards the house. Oh, the look on your big sister’s face was sure to be priceless, and the younger kids would get a kick out of it, too. You were vibrating with excitement; all pent-up energy and restrained elation.

Beatrice, on the other hand, was distinctly lacking anything resembling excitement. She glanced around the stall, examining the floorboards judgmentally. As she tentatively leaned to grasp a bit of straw, one of her neighbors gave a quiet whinny. Beatrice lifted and wandered back to the window, gnawing on the hay. It was good, but not enough to really brighten her spirits.

On the other side of the stables, and only a few stalls down, was the plower. She was a heavy set draft horse, solid black but for the white stripe down her nose. Her ears faced forward as she leaned her heavy head over the stall window, big eyes blinking curiously and sniffing in vain.

“I’m not here for work, I won’t be long,” Beatrice stated. “So don’t bother to invest yourself.”

The second horse poked his head out from along her side of the stable. He was a spotted brown appaloosa, and didn’t smell like a gelding. This one was loud and rude, as all young, cocky stallions were. A mare close to his age was very interesting, so he had a wild expression, his hide twitching. Beatrice could not imagine greeting him in the pasture. She hoped her human host had no intentions of doing so, as she didn’t get along very well with normal equines.

“That’s very rude,” she sneered, shaking her head and laying her ears back.

The spotted horse stared at her dumbly for a moment. Then he went back to snorting and making noise, his body language speaking since he could not.

Beatrice just backed away into her stable, disheartened. She nibbled at the hay until voices came drifting from the door of the stable. Her ears pricked up curiously as she chewed.

“You’ll see! She’s right down here!”

A strange woman’s voice replied back, mockingly. “Oh sure, and have you found the trolls of the foothills, as well?”

You rolled your eyes, coming to Beatrice’s stall and gesturing wildly. “No! That’s stupid! Trolls don’t exist… but unicorns,” you grinned.

With a final huff your sister Abigail stomped up beside you, glaring into the stall. As soon as what she saw registered, she screamed dramatically, hands to her cheeks. She stumbled back, and you began to gloat smugly.

“See!”

“It’s a… it’s a… totally normal horse!”

Your face dropped starkly. “What?”

Abigail dropped the act and crossed her arms, tapping a foot impatiently. “Really, you couldn’t have glued a sharp rock to her head? A little more effort would have been nice.”

Beatrice snorted and twitched. The unicorn was mocking you! She was actually mocking you! You could see the laughter in her pink eyes.

“You can’t see that? The horn is plain as day!”

“Enough [Y/N.] I have to cook supper. You know, something useful,” she headed for the door, then paused to add. “Why don’t you sell that thing? Wild mare looks healthy enough, if a little skinny. Least she’ll be good for something.”

As soon as she’d left, you gave Beatrice the meanest, nastiest look you’d ever conjured, as if straight from the witch’s cauldron itself. “I really ought to sell you!”

The unicorn whinnied with laughter and pranced around, feeling rather proud. “Oh, you poor thing! I feel just awful!”

Your face reddened. “Why can’t she see your horn?”

The question made her slow down, coming back to a restful stance. She considered it, before leaning to nibble at some more hay.

“Don’t ignore me, come on. I’ve treated you fair, haven’t I?”

She stared at you like a regular ol’ horse, like nothing was going on up there at all. But when she finally ground the hay into bits and swallowed, she offered an honest answer.

“I took pity on you, before. You could see my true nature, because you had a kind heart. I saw what you did for the rabbit’s kit. You let her go free, but you could have eaten her,” she toed the hay under foot, looking for something that appeared more eatable. “Since your kind are carnivores, I mean.”

That just made you more confused than ever. “You’re saying my sister doesn’t have a kind heart? Is that it?” That made you a little mad. Your sister was harsh sometimes, but she was truly a good person.

Beatrice tilted her head. “Not necessarily. She doesn’t seem to have much faith in the old world, and that suits her. Why should she see me? She has no reason.”

You drummed your fingers on the stall door, thinking hard. Maybe your family didn’t see her, but you did. That was all that mattered, right? You could get your wish, and then release her. If you just asked of her this one favor, your crops could grow fruitful and tall, and your cattle could become fat again. You’d be able to support the household you’d grown up in, now that your elder parents had passed. No one would know it was your doing, but you’d eat well. Your siblings would eat well.

“Unicorn, I want to make my wish.”

She hummed and came a little closer, but her eyes looked sad. “Then choose well. You only have one, and then you must let me go, as you promised,” she glanced down to the dirty stable floor. “And then I will go back into the world, sought by magic seekers and animal tamers alike.”

The sudden dreariness in her speech made you hesitate. Something came to mind, and you let it be asked freely. “Have any ever tried to kill you, for your horn?”

Beatrice looked back up into your eyes reluctantly, then nodded miserably. “Of course.”

Memories of when you’d caught her swam to the surface, how she had begged. You bit your lip and twiddled with a loose sting on your trousers. “And have any attempted to break you, as a real horse?”

“Oh yes, many. They are no match for me, but… once, I have been injured,” she ducked her head and pretended to sniff the hay. “Humans like to kick and swat, don’t they.”

Suddenly there was doubt. Something was telling you to take a day and think everything over, to consider your options. You leaned against the stable door and sighed heavily. “Give me this night and a day. Tomorrow evening I’ll know what to wish for.”

She nodded obediently, and you left.

Inside the little house you found your sister fast at work, cooking atop the lonely stove. She was boiling something. It smelled plainly of carrots, or fresh green beans. The family frequently ate vegetables from the market, or your poor veggie garden out back, so this wasn’t an uncommon smell. Before, you’d been tired of plain vegetables. But after having just gotten home from the wilderness, those plain vegetables were now a delightful scent. One cannot survive on bread and cheese alone.

Before you could open your mouth to compliment her, one of your young brothers rushed to tackle your leg. He was quickly followed by his twin, and the two were shadowed by a small girl of six. Being much older, stronger, and taller, the playful aggression just made you laugh. The boys hardly even made you stumble.

“Sis says you brought home a new horse!” Yelled the boy at your leg. He was trying to drag you further inside, as if unsure whether or not he was attempting to wrestle or hug.

“Horsey,” repeated the smirking girl.

You took a step and nearly tripped, then gave him a hard rub on the head. “Better let up boy, or I’ll toss ya in the fireplace!”

His twin rocked on his little heels smugly, watching you struggle. “She said you’re craaazy,” he tattled.

“Boys,” yelled Abigail from the kitchen. “That may be true, but let [Y/N] alone! And close the door already!”

They begrudgingly backed off, finally allowing you to shut the front door and come inside to settle. Since your ma and pa passed, it was up to you and Abigail to care for the little ones. Otherwise, they’d have no one else. It was rough. Abigail was already twenty-four, but had yet to marry. And as for yourself, being three years behind her, you’d yet to do any better. Nary a girl looked your way. Taking care of the children was a full-time job. It made you feel even more guilty that you had left on a goose chase, but what they didn’t know was that you actually did return with the goose.

Supper was served, and the whole time the kids chattered away. Once, there had been a time when dinner was for quiet contemplation. You and Abigail weren’t as strict as your parents. Now things were louder, and much wilder. It suited your strange family, but you still missed ma and pa. As you popped a slice of sweet carrot into your mouth, you recalled the way pa had taken your hand before passing. You remembered his cough, and his final wishes being carefully collected into a letter, directed by a shaky quill. He and ma wanted the farm to continue on, to prosper and be a source of hard work and coin. God rest their souls, you thought, and God give me clear judgment.

The kids were hard to put to sleep; Jane just didn’t want to close her eyes. She snuggled a stuffed bear and pouted until Abigail read to her. The twins, as soon as they were painstakingly forced to get cozy, fell right asleep. You blew out the candles and went to bed.

The house only had a handful of rooms; Jane and her older brothers shared a room, and you and Abigail shared a room. With a hard decision to make, you had a rough time resting. Glancing over at Abigail’s bed, and finding her fast asleep, you wandered out to sit on the porch. The stars gently flickered overhead, like a thousand white hot candles.

“The fairytales never said anything about unicorns speaking! You’re intelligent then, like a man.”

“Yes. And now I want to know why you’ve captured me.”

“Unicorns grant wishes, don’t they? Your horn is magic.”

“Oh please don’t cut my horn off! I will surely die if you do so! I will grant you anything, as long as you allow me to live.”

You shuddered and hugged yourself. She really did believe that you’d intended to kill her, at first. Beatrice had showed some trust in you, allowing your mercy and willingness to believe in magic put her at risk. She let you see her. And then you betrayed that, catching and dragging her away from the mountain. Your stomach hurt. But if you could just ask her one thing, one thing to bring life back into the farm, your family wouldn’t starve during winter. Maybe you could even sell enough surplus goods to afford books and new clothes, to send some of your siblings off trotting to school. But Beatrice…

You were conflicted. Tired, and with a growing headache, you went back to your bed and finally fell asleep. In the morning there would be more clarity.

Everyone rose with the first light of dawn to complete their chores. Abigail milked the cow, the young ones dealt with the chickens. You hesitated at the door of the stable, but knew you couldn’t wait around forever. Taking a steadying breath of cold, sobering country air, you slowly stepped inside, as careful as the rising sun itself.

“So, what is your wish?” beckoned Beatrice upon hearing your gait.

You stopped, flexed your fingers nervously, then went to her stall. She was laying comfortably against a pile of hay, gazing up at you through the stall window. Looking into her big wet eyes helped to steel your resolve.

She blinked, impatient. “Have you decided? My, you look pale.”

You nodded silently, and came into the stall. “Yes, I think I have. But it may not be the wish you were expecting of me. If… that’s okay?”

She stood and rose a brow, her ears swiveling back, then forward again, uncertain. “What does it matter if I believe it okay? Make your wish now.”

You tightened your lips and sighed. “Here’s my wish,” you began quietly. “I wish for you to be able to travel unheeded by man, untouched by their greed. So that way, you can move freely. No one will be able to catch you and take your horn, or ride you ever again. Not unless you allow them to.”

She stood unchanged for a moment, then as if suddenly struck, her eyes widened and she tensed. “What?”

“I said-”

“No, I heard you, human. I… I heard you. Why?”

You stared down at the dirty stall floor, at your worn shoes. “Well, it’s just… my family. I see them and I think, what if that were them? What if my little sister came upon magic, and then the world meant to hurt her, just cause of that? I mean, I may not have meant to hurt you. But the things you told me,” you looked up, brows furrowed. “Hurt my heart to hear.”

She tilted her head. “And your farm? What of that?”

You scratched your neck and smiled. “I’m gonna look for more work in town. Heck, maybe Abigail could learn to cook sweets and sell em at market. I think we’ll be okay. May not have ma and pa, but we still got love.”

The young appaloosa a few stalls down whinnied and snorted.

“Ha! Yeah, and those other two horses. We’ll make it. Now you can, too!”

Beatrice thought a moment, staying rather still. She ground her teeth idly and flicked her long tail into a better position. “Last chance to change your mind.”

“No, I’m sure. That’s my wish Beatrice.”

The dappled gray unicorn smiled and gave a thankful nod. She straightened stiffly, like a dog stretching, and her black-as-obsidian horn began to glow hotly. Its brilliance encased the dark stall. The light blinded you so thoroughly that it felt as if an angel had entered the room. And for a moment you thought one did, for as the light began to dissipate and your eyes re-adjusted, there was a strange woman before you.

“Wh-what?” You stuttered dumbly.

She wasn’t all woman just yet. Her legs were still long, long horse legs, tipped in their respective hooves. Even her hands were still strange; each finger was hard and black. Her small gray ears twitched and spasmed uncomfortably, and her tail began to shrink.

“I’m changing,” she rasped.

Her knees crunched and shifted, pressing back, moving into the correct place. The strong muscle of her horse thighs receded into the hard muscles of human, mostly hairless, or as hairless as the natural human state. The bones of her hooves and her calves moved and elongated into toes, causing her to grit her teeth and flinch. And as her ears dissolved into her new skull, her tail and its respective bones seemed to be absorbed into her back and upright spine. Some matter was taken in, and some dissipated uselessly. She began to look like a normal nude woman, standing in the middle of a horse’s stall.

You gawked and stared, backing up against the door.

The nude woman blinked long eyelashes, her new lips parting. She ran her tongue along her teeth and rose her brows when they grazed the canines. A glance over her shoulder made it clear that her tail was gone, and her short gray body hair had been changed into bare flesh. Turning back, she smiled. Then she moved from foot to foot excitedly, like a prancing pony.

“I’m human! [Y/N], your wish has made me human!”

You touched your mouth and ran it down your chin, swallowing thickly. “You-your horn.”

Beatrice stopped celebrating and touched the two-pronged horn that still stuck out from her forehead. “Oh! I can fix that,” she closed her eyes and dipped her head. The horn glowed, then seemed to vanish. “There. I’m a human proper now.”

Chuckling awkwardly, you peeked around for something to hand her. “Yeah… and a naked one at that.”

Examining herself, she gave a breast a playful jiggle. “How fun! How unique! This feels so very different. Look here!” She bounced on her toes and watched her breasts and belly move with her. “Everything jumps when I jump!”

You coughed and averted your gaze, trying to be polite. Magical creatures were so aloof. “That’s um, not the sort of thing you say to someone you don’t know, ah, intimately, Beatrice.”

As if she didn’t already know that. Beatrice rolled her eyes and continued to explore her new body with awe and curiosity.

You exited the stall and snatched a saddle blanket, one that the appaloosa used. It wasn’t the best, and it was probably a little dirty, but it would cover her. Returning, you held it out.

“Here… hide yourself. You’ll need clothes if you intend to walk among people, maybe some of ma’s old dresses.”

Beatrice took it and smiled, but she didn’t wrap up. “[Y/N], I have another question for you.”

“'Bout humans?”

If she had her horse’s ears, they’d have turned back at your 'low-class’ accent. “Yes, about humans. Won’t you show me how it feels?”

You barely glanced at her from the corner of your eye, confused as to why she hadn’t covered yet. “What do you mean?”

Shifting legs, she bounced and grinned excitedly. “To be a human! To mate with a human! Truly, I have always wanted to know.”

You gawked and nearly guffawed vocally in surprise. Instead the sound caught in your throat and out came stupid sputtering. “Wh-what now!? Am I hearing things? Weren’t you just going on about how folk used to try and cut off your horn?”

She furrowed her brows and pouted irritably. “Yes. But I… always have been curious about your kind. How you walk upright, how you live in your weird little wooden cubes.”

“And… and sex.”

The human-unicorn nodded and tried to snap her fingers, but failed disappointingly. “Exactly! I’ve never met a human as tender-hearted as you, if you may call it that. If I were to mate with any, you would do well. Please. Let me thank you for your kindness.”

She took a step towards you, causing you to back out of the stall nervously. The proposition wasn’t terrible, but it certainly was embarrassing. You didn’t want to make love in the middle of a smelly stable stall, right next to two eavesdropping farm horses. Were you expected to lean her over a bale of hay? The water through? But you couldn’t bring her inside, either. The look on your sister’s face as you lead a strange, naked woman inside would be outrageous. She’d strike you down. And you definitely didn’t want her around the children, God forbid.

She stopped coming and examined the tack nearby, with a thoughtful hum. As she picked up a bit, her pink eyes sparkling, she added. “Come on then, I’ll even let you ride me.”

You covered your crotch bashfully and swallowed, unable to take your eyes away now. “Let’s go, cover up and follow me,” you whispered, as if someone could be around the stable door listening.

Beatrice, in her new, strange human body, tip-toed after you as quietly as she could muster, the blanket cast over her shoulders. Occasionally she’d giggle, like this was all a game. The horse tack tangled carefully around her wrists in her antsy hands, and she nibbled her lip with excitement looking down at it. She was never one to enjoy a human upon her back, but what could she say? After over a century of hiding in the mountains, now she could walk easily through town, as if cloaked in invisible robes. She was just so happy. There were so many possibilities ahead of her, so much to explore and see. So sure, she’d give you a ride. Just one. But first, sex.

Everyone had gone back to the house, leaving the path to the nearby woods inconspicuous and open. There would be no eyes on the two of you as you beckoned her across the way, far behind the house and any unwanted attention. The tall oak trees and thick bushes would shroud everything. You could barely see the house at all anymore.

“Now, what are the crude things your human girls say when they want to mate? Fuck me? Fuck you? Something like that? Well. You understand.”

Her bluntness made your cheeks retain a dark shade of red, but the silly way she spoke didn’t make you any less needy. As she got to her hands and knees, naked rear in the air, the blanket fell from her shoulders unceremoniously. You supposed she would be most used to this position. With the beams of morning sun glaring through thinning fog, and her dark hair cascading over her shoulders and into the dirt, you were certain your heart would stop. Beatrice was strange and old, but she was also kind and beautiful.

“I haven’t done this in a few years,” you commented, shaking down your trousers and carefully getting to your knees.

She sighed and looked back at you upside down. “Neither have I. Of course, I am most used to other unicorns. This will be so different, go on then!” She wiggled her ass.

You laughed and gave it a hard, playful smack, and she yelped. “Ah-ah, human girls can’t just take it dry. I don’t wanna hurt you now,” your hand reached lower and gently fingered around the lips. She gave another yelp, though smaller.

“I see,” she sighed, blinking long eyelashes. “That feels nice.”

You ran along the damp folds. The hair prickled your fingers and was coated with lubrication as you pressed against her clitoris. She sighed, so you knew you were on the right track. You rubbed it carefully, until she prompted you to be a little rougher.

“Enjoying yourself already,” you teased, squeezing her ass with your free hand.

“Yes, keep going.”

So you ended up swirling circles around her clit as you simultaneously stroked yourself, watching. It was a little difficult to keep the pace of both at once, but it still felt nice.

Beatrice became restless. “Stick it in already, I can sense that you want to.”

You gently squeezed your hard shaft, nearly drooling. With a quick nod you shuffled closer. She gasped when you just barely ran the tip a few times through her wet folds.

“You need it that bad, unicorn?” You asked, lightheaded.

She nodded and pushed back against your cock, letting the tip press the entrance. It had you biting your lip. Giving her ass another hard smack got a squeak out of her, and you began to slowly ease in. She inched back in turn.

“Ah,” you sighed.

She seated very easily; her pussy was almost unnervingly perfect and warm. It was perhaps a combination of slickness and magic, you thought. Or maybe you were just insanely horny and desperate, since you hadn’t fucked in forever. Could have been a sprinkle of everything.

Staying achingly still, you kneaded her soft rear and asked. “So, does it feel how you expected?”

Beatrice blinked her eyes open and thought for a moment. She hummed and moved just a little to give it a feel. “You’re not nearly as rough as unicorn stallions.”

“That… that a bad thing?”

She laughed coyly, and you could feel the vibrations in your cock. It made you shiver.

“No, but I could certainly take it. Why, here,” Beatrice grabbed the horse tack, popping the mouth piece between her teeth. It didn’t fit as neatly into the jaw of a human, but it would serve its purpose well. She slipped the headband on securely in place.

Your cheeks were beat red. “Don’t think that’s the intended purpose for that.”

She just giggled and began to jostle slowly, slipping your aching dick in and out a few inches. It had you cursing, ready to move. As you started to gyrate you took hold of the reins, giving a gentle yank. Her head was pulled back by the bit, and it seemed to excite her more. She was such a strange beast, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

You slapped her ass, which by now was tinting rather pink from your continued abuse. Then you slapped it again, and again, before thrusting hard with wild abandon. She just felt so good. Before long you got the first moan out of her, her breath coming out ragged around the bit.

“More! Rougher, come on human!” She ground out, words mumbled.

In desperation to appease her tastes you loosened the reins to reach for her wrists. She seemed surprised but willing, and cried out when you held them together against her back, pressing your weight down upon her. The bit nearly slipped from her mouth as she whined and panted, her ass jiggling with every deep thrust.

You weren’t going to last long like this. It was impossible. You let go of her wrists and slowed down to take a break, panting and sweating. She started to make up for the loss by bouncing back on your cock while you stayed still.

“Ohhh lord,” you whispered, brows furrowed. “Slow… slow down, I won’t last.”

Beatrice grinned and kept going. You yanked the reins. It craned her neck back, forcing her to lift her upper body up by her hands, or else hurt her neck.

“Oh shit, your ears,” you gasped, running your free hand down your face.

Her magic was losing its touch as Beatrice continued to unabashedly enjoy herself; her horse’s ears had unfurled from her hair. And then there came her horn, spiking out from her forehead. She was turning into her previous self.

“Don’t worry,” she comforted breathlessly, her ass smacking against your skin as she continued to ride you.

What were human legs shifted, the muscles bundling into bigger, tighter coils. The hair grew back quickly, painting her legs from the thigh down a mid-tone gray. Toes cracked and squished, and the bones moved, once again tipping her long legs with dark hooves. Beatrice just about resembled a satyr at this point.

You didn’t have much time to worry or fret over what was happening, as the warm pussy bouncing on your dick rhythmically tightened and loosened. Beatrice began to rub her cunt furiously, howling violently as she came around you.

You found yourself hissing through your teeth. “Where should I cum,” you asked quietly, holding back by just a thread.

This was a funny concept to her. Unicorns, though sentient, were much more wild when they mated. The majority of sex was purely for procreation, though it rarely bared any fruit, or else there would be many more unicorns upon the mountain. She’d never been asked where her mate should release.

So she replied. “Inside, of course! Let yourself go.”

It sounded silly with her teeth and lips still gripping the bit, but you were too far gone to find the humor in it. Instead, you let Beatrice ride your orgasm out of you. Her pussy gripped your throbbing cock as you moaned, balls tightening and unloading inside of her. She didn’t slow so you had to grasp her ass, clinging and clawing the soft flesh hard to keep her in place. With the reins dropped, she could lower her self back down, her back becoming an incline to the dirt below.

Beatrice sighed, and you caught your breath. You sat for a moment, just enjoying the warmth and the natural sound of the woods. Then, you slowly pulled out and watched the cum ooze down her leg. It dripped messily onto the damp morning soil.

“Ah, did I do all that?” You teased, spreading her lips for a better view.

She waggled her rear and dropped the bit, the beginnings of a tail stump forming from the base of her spine. “And made me lose control of my magic for a little while there. Well done!”

You helped to tidy the woman up then slipped your trousers back over your hips. As you sat peacefully in the dirt next to her nude form, you asked. “What now, unicorn?”

She stared up between the leaves, smiling. Her horse legs, ears, and horn had been hidden again. Now she just looked like a naked human woman once more. “I want to see the human world! All of it! I’ve never been given such a selfless gift, [Y/N]. And I hope I have repaid you in kind.”

“I never needed any payment. But… I had fun.”

“Do you want your ride now?” She clapped gently.

You scratched your head and gave a lopsided smirk. “Thought that was the ride?”

Beatrice tilted her head, thinking. Then she began to guffaw and bellow with a deep laughter. “No! You are a funny human!”

“Well, you’re the first to say so. Please, go explore the world. And if you ever need shelter to hide, our little farm is open to you.”

She stood up and stretched, popping her back and fingers. As she moved and twisted, she hummed. “Hmmm, [Y/N]?”

“Yeah?”

“I do so hate to ask more, but… about the clothes?”

Your eyes widened and cheeks reddened. Right! She was still extremely nude! As nude as a newborn baby. You scrambled to your feet and started to trot away. Then you stopped suddenly, turned, and called. “I’ll be right back! Stay here!” Then you ran off to the house over the hill.

EPILOGUE

The world went back to normal and the season drug on mercifully slow. You had not wanted to face winter. But soon, within a week’s time after the unicorn left the farm, there came unexpected change. You noticed less pests gnawing at tomato leaves. The stalks of beans began to wrap tightly around their sticks, springing up high and mighty were once they’d dangled pathetically. Even the wimpy apple trees bucked up, their fruits growing fat for the coming autumn harvest.

Abigail came inside from milking the cows. “I think Petunias lookin’ a bit happier lately, since she done had her calf,” she commented. “She’s started producing twice the amount of milk! Last calf didn’t give nearly as much!”

You’d been in the middle of talking to your younger siblings, who were all in amazingly good spirits. “Really now?” You commented, holding one of the twin’s wrists to keep him from smacking his brother.

“Now what’s goin’ on here?” She put her hands on her hips and gave the young ones a glare. “Rough housing again? Be nice to your brothers!”

“Um, I’m being nice,” peeped the little girl, giggling because the others got scolded.

You let him go and he stuck out his tongue. “They was just arguing about when they get to help us sell on the market, since they haven’t helped do that before.”

Abigail went to wash her hands and pursed her lips. “Right, ma and pa never did let you rascals set up the stalls. You know, I think things are lookin’ up! Why not let the buggers help this fall?”

“Really think we’ll have enough to sell?”

“Sure, maybe we’ll go on and sell the calf on the market, since she’s about weaned. Get some good coin, save for a new meat steer. Better calves next spring, better coin next fall!”

The boys clapped their hands together to beg, sending big baby eyes your way. Even their younger sister tugged at your shirt, pleading.

“So can we help? Can we pleeeeease? Please please please?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “Suppose if Abigail says you’re ready, bout time you learn.”

“Yay!” They all cheered, dancing around noisily.

So summer did as summer should, sun-soaking the veggies and fruit trees and herbs. The cows grazed on luscious fields of grass with a bit of hay mixed in. Chickens went on to produce large, round brown eggs, which made for delicious morning protein. And, when autumn came, you and your family went to harvest. It was a long few days of gathering; plucking, picking, leaning and crouching. By the end of it the fields were empty and your baskets were overflowing. You’d never expected to produce this much food, it turned out to be way more than your family could eat on their own. That meant you’d have plenty for market.

You had the strong plow horse pull a small cart into town, its wagon full of crates. The children sat among the goods excitedly, goofing off and chatting. They were so ready to help this year. When you arrived everyone got straight to work, though there were a few delays as the kids accidentally dropped some apples or wandered to pat the horse. But, eventually, your stall was ready to welcome customers.

The morning was chilly and long. People stopped by, pleasantly surprised by your crop. A neighboring farmer even dropped in to tip his hat, and bought an apple for his daughter. You began to rake in a fair amount of money, perhaps more than you’d ever made on market before. It was like someone was looking out for you; an angel had put a good word in.

A woman shrouded in a soft gray cloak came through the crowd and decided to glance over your produce. You could not see much of her face as she tilted her eyes down at the ripe apples and the baskets of fresh beans.

“Is that a wizard?” Whispered your younger sister quietly, pointing. She wasn’t subtle at all.

You laughed under your breath and shrugged. “Wizards got coins too,” you replied, going to greet the customer. “Hello there! See anything you like? We’ve got some nice juicy tomatoes over on the other side. What you looking for?”

The strange figure glanced up, so you could finally see her face among the shadow. Her features were still rather clouded, though her eyes were an otherworldly pink and her lashes long. A young maiden. You weren’t sure why, but you suddenly got a funny feeling in your gut. Did you know her? Perhaps you’d gone to the schoolhouse together.

“Might I have three apples, stranger? They look very sweet.”

“Have you the coin?”

She twisted and dug into a pocket hanging from her waste, then held her palm out. When you went to take the money from her she took your hand and gently turned it over. You stood, silent and confused. She poured to coins into your palm, then took her fruit. As she loosened her robe to store the apples in a larger pocket, you noticed through the gap that she appeared a few months pregnant. The cloak had been hiding her belly well up until that point.

“Thank you, I shall enjoy these! Goodbye for now, perhaps I shall see you again,” then she wiggled her fingers and mixed back into the crowd.

You stared after her, brows furrowed. A long minute went by before you felt another light tug at your shirt, only to find your litter sister.

“Um, so, was it really a wizard?” She asked, eyes bright.

You couldn’t help but smirk. She squealed as you lifted her up and poked her nose. “Oh sure was! A good and kind wizard! She bought three whole apples.”

The young girl gasped. “Girls can’t be wizards…”

“Well why not?”

That answer made her have to re-think everything. Her face scrunched. “Cause, then that’d be a witch!”

“Ahhh, I see!”

Abigail yelled at the two of you to stop goofing around. There were customers to attend to. So you sat your sister back onto her feet, gave her a pat, and re-joined the rest of your family. Perhaps the unicorn had blessed you, after all.

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Flight 136 | 3

PLOT: Inspired by the series Lost (without the creepy mysterious island monsters). Stranded on an island with BTS after your plane crashed.

THEME: romance, comedy, smut, fluff, friendship,

WARNINGS: Slow Burn. Smut. Flirty Jimin. Strong Independent Woman OC. Bi Tae. Plane crash. Panic attacks. Emotionally done with heartbreaks. Terrorism.

PAIRINGS: Jimin x OC (You can think of it as Y/N. Just think that you were somehow nicknamed Cho lmao) / JK x Lia - inspired character (since she’s physically similar to IU kkkk Why not put IU instead? Hmm. Why indeed?)

Guide for reading

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I like being able to visualize the characters and the setting so I will insert images from where I based the story on :)

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CHAPTER 3

“Okay, so is everyone alright? Thank you so much to our medical student for helping us out. Maybe let’s get to know the basics first, like our names, and the languages we speak, for communication purposes?” Cho was fascinated and almost forgot that she was stranded on an island. Namjoon was really charismatic when he takes on the “leader role”. Even with the current circumstance, he does not lose his cool, at least when in front of the others.

The small group introduced themselves as instructed and found out that Keith was the only one who does not speak Korean, while Namjoon, Lia, and Cho were the three who can give English-Korean translations. Of course, the rest of the BTS members have relatively good receptive skills in English, so they would need more help on the expression part, if and when they need to communicate with Keith.

“We haven’t been exactly trained for island survival in case the plane crashes, but we’ve been given basic guidelines and survival tips. Since the plane must be somewhere deep in the ocean by now, we have no way of communicating. We also have no idea what happened exactly.” Keith had one hand on his waist, and the other rubbing his forehead. It was the first time Cho saw him lose his cool. He was no longer keeping his professional smile, the situation must have caught up to him. He and Namjoon were taking turns in speaking, Namjoon translating.

“For now, we need to secure our safety and survival while waiting for rescue. We can’t just wait while doing nothing. We don’t know how long we will get stuck here.” Namjoon sighed deeply. Cho felt bad for him, he must be feeling so much pressure. The world had just gotten back up from the recession caused by the pandemic after a vaccine has been discovered. Cho knows their previous tour had been cancelled because of that and the company must have suffered so much loss. And now their next tour is being disrupted again by this crisis.

The group decided to pair up, unanimously agreeing no one should wander around alone. Namjoon, Hoseok, and Keith will go around the island, assess the safety of their location, and check if they can find a better area. Jin and Yoongi volunteered to look for edible plants in the forest, as well as to plot the location of fruit trees. Tae, Jungkook, and Lia agreed to go fishing. And Jimin volunteered himself and Cho to go collect firewood and leaves for cooking.

“Good thing we have camping experience, thanks to Bon Voyage.” Tae addressed the group with a grin. “It’s not going to be that easy. We had professionals to guide us then. We’re completely on our own now.” Yoongi answered. Tae visibly pouted. Someone clapped loudly in front, “Alright guys. Be safe, and make sure to get back before the sun sets. Don’t forget to get 1 whistle from the first aid kits per pair, in case you need to call for help.” Namjoon called out.

While Jimin collected their whistle, Cho approached Lia and asked quietly, “Hey, are you going to be okay with them?” Lia glanced at Tae and Jungkook, “I think I’ll be fine. They’re nice. Tae just seems.. hyperactive and playful.”, she gave Cho a reassuring smile. Cho couldn’t help feeling fond and protective of her. She was an only child, and has always longed to have a younger sister. Lia looked so gentle and innocent, Cho just wanted to put her in her pocket. “Are you going to be okay with him?”, she giggled, wiggling her brows, and bumped Cho’s hip, nodding her head towards Jimin who was coming back with 2 whistles and a small bag. Cho just rolled her eyes. So much for innocent.

Jimin approached you and put the whistle around your neck like a medal. Then he did the same to Cho. “Thank you! Please take care of Eonnie!” Cho said brightly as she bowed to him, before following Tae and Jungkook to collect things they can use for fishing. “What a sweet girl,” Jimin commented, watching her tap Jungkook’s shoulder shyly to announce her arrival. Then he sighed and turned to you, “Unlike someone here” You fake gasped, looking affronted. “What ever do you mean? I am sweet! Just not with you.”

We’ll see about that. Jimin thought as he gave her a smirk. “Anyways,” He opened the small bag he was carrying and showed Cho the contents. “I also got us some ropes we can use to tie around the firewood, aaand some bottled water and scissors.” Jimin showed his collection proudly. Scissors? “What are the scissors for?” Cho was confused. “Oh, I was thinking your pants may be a bit hard to move around in. It’s also very hot in this island. Do you want some help altering it?” Cho looked down her attire. Oh yeah, she was still wearing her airport clothes, sans her coat. She actually didn’t mind the length of her pants as it could provide protection from insect bites and stray branches, but it was hard to move around in. She was actually surprised Jimin had that forethought. “You know what, you’re right! Great thinking, 친구 (chingu/buddy)!”

Cho looked for an elevated surface she can sit on, “Give it here,” palm out, she asked Jimin for the scissors. In response, Jimin waved his finger in front of her face, “Ah, ah, ah. How can I let a lady do this by herself? We wouldn’t want you to accidentally cut your beautiful skin, would we? Now, sit back and relax, Stylist Jimin will do his magic!” He beamed, his eyes disappearing again. Then he kneeled in front of her and carefully fingered the hem of her pants, checking the best area from where to cut it. “Stretch your legs a bit,” Jimin said softly without looking up. Nervously, Cho did as told, scooting forward a bit to straighten her legs out and making sure to keep her legs closed. Jimin paused, and looked straight into her eyes.

“Spread your legs.” Cho almost choked. How dare he say something so suggestive! She knew he was just having fun teasing her, but the intensity of his gaze and the timber of his voice as he said those words were nowhere near the playful tone he was using earlier. Fearing her voice will betray her if she speaks, Cho responded by angling her body to the right and nodding to the outer seams of her pants. She was wordlessly telling him to cut from there instead. Jimin raised one of his brows but complied and proceeded to cut from the outer seams. He cut slowly and carefully, making sure the scissors do not touch her skin. As opposed to his hands that he made sure to keep contact with her leg the whole time.

Cho was holding her breath, trying to move her leg away from Jimin’s touch every once in a while. “Tsk. You’re going to make it hard for me if you keep squirming like that—” “Just finish it already!” Cho snapped. Jimin stood up, his body bent over hers, keeping in mind the task at hand. “Stop. Moving.” Jimin gripped her knees under her pants. Then he added, “Just relax.” as he softly caressed her knee with his thumb. “How high do you want me to cut it? Up to here?” Then he slowly moved his hand higher, up to her inner mid-thigh, “Or up to here?” He whispered to her left ear.

Cho wanted to push him away, she really did. But Jimin’s intensity was keeping her in place. It had been so long since she flirted with someone like this. And she was torn between giving in for fun, or backing away to seal herself away from men, as she had resolved to do.

“J-just above the knee is fine.” She answered breathlessly, her mind still at an impasse. “Then you really gotta spread your legs now, 예쁜아가씨 (yebbeun agassi/pretty lady)” He said just a bit above a whisper, then backed up a bit to look at her face. His eyes were sparkling with mirth. He was really enjoying this. Cho swallowed, and put her hand over Jimin’s hand that was holding the scissors. She pushed his hand gently, and stood up. “I think doing it this way would be easier. Why don’t you kneel back down and finish your work, Jimin-ssi?” Cho put her right hand on his left shoulder and gently pushed him down. Two can play this game, Park Jimin, and I won’t lose. Cho decided. She looked down at him, and tilted her head in challenge, when he did not move.

Jimin stared at her, trying to not let his awe show on his face. Why haven’t I goofed around with this kind of girls before? I never knew they were so much fun. He slid his hand from her ankle, up to her knee slowly and sensually, before answering, “Yes, my lady,”. His words were submissive, but his actions were anything but. He never broke eye-contact with her as he did this. His stare returning her challenge on who can really dominate the other. He nudged her leg to make her open up wider. Cho just rolled her eyes and complied. Jimin smiled and moved closer than necessary. Way closer, that his hair was already touching the material of her pants. Looking up, Jimin asked, “Is this okay?” His chin just a few millimeters away from her belly button.

You think this is going to make me back down? She smiled sweetly, “Oh yes!” Jimin smirked in victory and finally started cutting her pants along her knee. He made sure to caress her inner thigh more often than necessary. But not enough to make her knees buckle and accidentally cut her. He can feel her leg muscle tightening in tension, but when he glanced at her, she was the epitome of indifference. She was staring at her nails, looking bored out of her mind. Now cutting her pants from the other leg, Jimin couldn’t help but snigger. She was really competitive, he liked that very much. It spurs his own competitiveness. He snipped the last length of the material but didn’t let it fall on the ground. He put the scissors down and checked if she was looking at him. She wasn’t. Sneakily, he inched his finger further up until he reached the edge of her—

Jimin felt himself being pulled up, before his back was slammed into a tree trunk with his arm twisted behind him. His eyes widened as he found Cho’s body pushing against him, her elbow under his chin, her knee pushing into his groin.

“Ah, ah, ah. You wouldn’t want the pretty lady to think you’re not a gentleman, now, would you Jimin-ssi?” Her eyes were wide and alert, her chest heaving up and down as she catches her breath, but there was a small smile on her lips.

A woot was heard from behind them, “Whooo! That was hot!!” Hoseok was passing by when Cho launched her self-defense tricks on Jimin. “But is everything alright here?” He carefully watched their faces, trying to gauge the mood.

Jimin laughed out loud, “Alright, alright! I’m sorry. I lost.” Then he gave Cho his most powerful puppy dog eyes. Cho exhaled and let him go. Shaking her head from amusement. He really took her by surprise. She didn’t think he would go that far in a public place and her instincts just kicked in. She was just glad her body didn’t go into attack mode, she would hate herself if she gave Jimin any kind of injury.

“We’re fine hyung!” Then he waved Hoseok away. After he was gone, Jimin bent over, his hands on his knees. “What was that? Are you.. an MMA fighter or something?” He coughed. Cho quickly checked him over, “Oh no, are you okay? Did I hurt you? Oh no, oh no, oh no,” She was panicking, and Jimin realized she was as surprised as him with her actions. Jimin slid down along the tree trunk and slouched on the sand. More than anything, his pride was the most hurt.

“I’m sorry, I took a self-defense class when I started living alone. I was so paranoid that I took the lessons several times a year to make sure my body won’t forget the skills, and now.. my body just moves automatically. I’m so sorry! So sorry!” She continued to touch his neck to check for red marks.

Jimin can no longer count how many times this girl, woman, had him speechless with awe. He has never met anyone like her before. She was pretty, although not in a drop-dead gorgeous way. She was not the type you’d notice in a crowded room, but her confidence raises up her charm. She was kind, but she wouldn’t go down a fight. She was smart, but she was not condescending. It makes Jimin wonder whether other people are as multi-faceted as her, and if he just did not look at people closely. Or if this lady before him was simply a unique creation made to make him weak in the knees.

He caught her fiddling hands, and put them down gently. “I’m fine. You just caught me by surprise.” He reassured her. Then added self-consciously, “…I’m sorry if I took it too far.” To his surprise, she giggled.

“It’s okay, really. It was fun.” They stared and smiled at each other for a little while more before Cho finally stood up to check her new outfit.

*Her island outfit now looks a bit like this

“Thanks for helping me cut them. Let’s go get those firewood. I don’t want BTS to think I’m a slacker!” She laughed. Jimin stood up too and grabbed the small bag. “Hey. I’m BTS too!” He pulled something from the bag and handed it to Cho. “Here. I also got you this. Uhm, I just.. I thought..” He didn’t really know how to explain why he got her a shirt to cover herself up. She was still wearing her fitted tank and he didn’t want her going around the island in front of everyone looking like that.

Especially not in front of that liar, Keith. But after practically feeling her up, he was at a loss.

“You want me to wear this? Hmm. Alright, turn around. Make sure no one’s looking.” He was so glad she didn’t question him over it anymore. She didn’t really feel like removing her top out in the open so she just pulled the blouse over her current top. “Done! Okay, let’s go!” She started walking towards the trees but he stopped her.

“Wait. I’m changing too. You don’t have to turn.” He winked and gathered the hem of his sweatshirt, and lifted It up to his chest. “You are perfectly welcome to look.” Then he pulled his sweatshirt over his shoulders and head. He threw the shirt aside and pulled another white shirt from the bag. Of course, he took his time and flexed his muscles. Cho was too shocked to react, so she just watched. He was really fit. She already knew that. He definitely knew that. The little shit. He did his signature move of pushing his hair back away from his forehead then said cutely “Jjan! Let’s go 예쁜 아가씨~ ” He grabbed her hand and led the way to the trees. Cho simply smiled and shook her head and let him lead her.

[ Jimin changed from this to this ]

Lia shyly tapped Jungkook’s arm. “Hi, here’s our whistle that I got from Jimin-oppa! What else can I help with?” Jungkook smiled at her and shook his head, “It’s alright, V-hyung and I will carry everything.” She looked at all things they had to carry, it looked a handful. “Are you sure? I can carry at least one of those.” She felt an arm drop around her shoulders and turned to see it was Taehyung. “That’s right! We just need your cute self cheering for us~ ” Lia stepped back and bowed to him, “안영하세요 (annyeonghaseyo), I’m Lia. Nice to meet you!” She introduced herself again since it’s their first time talking to each other. Then she stepped closer to Jungkook. She felt uncomfortable being touched by Tae for some reason. She hardly knew him, after all.

Jungkook tried to hide his smile. He felt strangely pleased that Lia seemed more comfortable around him. He knew he was developing a crush on her. It didn’t help that Lia was treating him like a normal person, and not a worldwide superstar. He really loved that. Their kiss also had a huge effect on him. It wasn’t his first kiss. He’s not a fuck boy like Tae, but he did have his own share of sexual partners in the past. But he found that Lia ‘kissing’ him for medical purposes was hotter than any other kiss he had in the past. Maybe he had a doctor/patient kink. Huh.

“Hey guys, get some change of clothes over here!” Jin called them over to gather around the suitcases they collected.

From their airport outfits:

To island outfits:

*Tae and JK said they were already comfortable and didn’t need a change of clothes >_<

The fishing trio then headed down the beach to where Suga and Jin directed them. “This is fun. I have never actually tried fishing before. How about you guys?” Lia asked as she tried to spot some fish under the clear water. Jungkook was tying a safety pin on the edge of the stick they collected. “Well, Suga-hyung and Jin-hyung love fishing. I sometimes join them. But I couldn’t sit too long without moving. It’s meant for highly lethargic people, I think.” He gave her a sideways glance and smile. Lia moved closer to him, his makeshift fishing pole catching her attention. Jungkook felt his heart beat faster. Damn.

“I’ll try to catch some with my bare hands!” Tae shouted with his box smile plastered on his face, already knee-deep in the waters. He had removed his shirt to use it as a net. Jungkook highly doubted he’d catch anything with that. But he knew there was no stopping that Hyung from doing what he wants. He was more concerned over Lia seeing him topless. He looked back at her, only to see that she’s back to checking out the makeshift fishing pole he had in his hands. His eyes widened as she placed her hands on top of his, to help tie the thread. She giggled, “Your hands are too big, here let me.” He gave her the pole, glad to have a reason to keep watching her.

Lia’s forehead was scrunched up in concentration, her slim fingers working hard to tie the thread securely. Her hair was slowly falling over her shoulder, hiding her face. Before he could realize what he was doing, his hand was tucking her hair neatly behind her ear, so he could see her face better. Jungkook froze, his mind zooming over excuses he could say. But Lia just said thanks softly, and continued her work without even glancing at him.

Whew. Jungkook let go of the breath he was holding. That was a close one. But he couldn’t help feeling disappointed that he seemed to have no effect on her. He dropped his arms and pouted to himself.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Tae smirked to himself, his hands on his waist. He witnessed that tiny episode. And Jungkook may not have noticed it, but Tae definitely saw how red Lia’s face was when Jungkook touched her. “Wah, I put my arm around her and she practically runs away. But Kookie does that cheesy thing and she blushes so cutely?” He does a thinking pose, his thumb and index finger cupping his chin. “Let’s see~ First there’s my Chimmy and that noona. Then here we have Kookie and little miss doctor. Tae tae is going to have soooo much fun! I’m sure one of those couples would be open for some threesome action. Kekeke- WAH! A fish! Come here fishyyyyy.”

“So… I’ve been meaning to ask. Have we met before?” Cho finally decided to just ask the question that has been nagging her ever since she woke up on that island. “I mean... I’m sure that as much of a flirt you are, you don’t just try to hit on random strangers, especially while stuck on an island.” Cho straightened up and dropped the sticks she collected beside Jimin who was trying to tie up the last batch of firewood they collected. Sweat was collecting on his forehead. The veins on his arms were bulging out as he put all his strength in securing the ropes. While waiting for him to answer, Cho thought how admirable he is. She had not thought of BTS for a long time. She used to listen to their music and even watched some of their variety shows. She had been a fan for a year before her life had turned haywire. She never even got the chance to see them live. The changes she made to her life indirectly caused BTS to disappear from her radar.

Anyways, she found it admirable that the boys were all trying their best in this situation. Not one of them had shown a diva attitude, as is usually expected from some big name superstars. They had been nothing but considerate and treated everyone as equals. She suddenly froze, a weird thought passing through her mind. We’re not in some hidden camera prank, right? Jimin wouldn’t be openly flirting with me if we were. She looked around urgently, trying to make out cameras from behind the leaves and bushes.

“What are you doing?” She snapped her head back to look at Jimin. “We’re not- you’re not- currently filming are you? Like some BTS in the Wildlife or something?” Cho asked him, her eyes still fearful. Then she went back to paranoidly checking their surroundings. Then Jimin laughed out loud. He was laughing so hard, he fell from the log he was sitting on. “Ah, really. You’re really amazing.” Cho visibly deflated, hanging her head down. “I know it’s crazy. It’s just— Argh!” Cho kicked some dirt “It’s not entirely impossible, you know.”

“It is. We’re not going to string along innocent strangers like you, and subject you to this kind of trauma— just for a show.” He has calmed down and sat beside you on the log again. “We’re all just.. stuck in this unfortunate situation together.” Both of you sighed, lost in your individual thoughts. “We have met before. Back in the airport.” Cho looked confused. Jimin scooted away from her and cleared his throat.

“Want to see some… magic?” He said in an animated voice then looked around the forest exaggeratedly. Cho’s eyes widened in realization. “You saw that??” Then she laughed. Such a lovely laugh. “Oh my goodness. But- I didn’t see you there? I’m sure I would’ve noticed the commotion if Park Jimin was seen in public.” She paused, thinking some more, then gasped. She narrowed her eyes at Jimin as her mind put two and two. “Bucket hat. With mask? That was you? Huh.”

Jimin eye-smiled. “Bingo! I went there for some peace and quiet. But instead, I saw a pretty lady performing some magic tricks. I never asked about your job. You were so good with that kid. Are you a teacher?” Cho leaned on one arm and stared into space. “I was once. But about 2-3 years ago I changed professions. I’m a linguist now. I study different languages and do all sorts of jobs related to that.”

“Do you regret changing your job?” Jimin asked softly.

“Huh? No, I.. I really like my job. And I’m happy to be working with languages. It’s really amazing. Every country has something unique to their language and sometimes, there are words or phrases that has no direct translation to any other language. And it’s all because of their culture. We are all humans, but we grew up with different beliefs and values, and that’s how many conflicts arose. But it makes me think, what if the whole world has only ONE language, and ONE culture, like- the human culture, wouldn’t it create less misunderstandings? But then— it would be so sad to have all the existing culture to just stop.. existing.” Cho sighed deeply, then got lost in her thoughts silently.

Jimin burst into giggles. “Cho, Ah~ Cho! You’re really, really, so fun and interesting! Aside from the fact that you sounded very passionate about what you do, did you realize that you switched back and forth from Korean and Japanese??”

Cho’s jaw dropped. “Oh no! I do tend to do that when I’m rambling and when my thoughts are so fast!” Then she laughed, “I got fired from a couple of translating jobs because of that.” She said matter-of-factly. She chuckled then looked up. “It’s getting dark, we should head back.” Cho carried a couple of firewood bundles, “Don’t even think of stopping me. You can’t carry ALL of that.” Jimin just nodded and teased you, “Hai~ (Yes in Japanese) ” Cho laughed, “Stop teasing me!”

A/N: My chapters are getting longer! Yay! I’m sorry some members’ parts are short! As much as I’d love to make equal parts for OT7, this story is mainly revolving around Jimin and JK’s love story, plus the overall plot. I’m also too excited to finish the story and get to the good parts. When the story is finished, I might make some one shots about the other members in this universe. I actually have the Season 2 for this story planned out already. I am that excited, lol.

CREDITS FOR THE PHOTOS NOT MINE. Found all of them on Pinterest! Let me know if it’s yours and want it to be taken down. :)

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Shoma Uno: Lombardia Trophy Post-FS Interview

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Your thoughts on your score?

S: Hmm. Umm I don’t know. It was about the same as last season’s Worlds wasn’t it? But this one I landed a 4S and only made a mistake on the 4Lo, whereas at Worlds, I made a mistake on the 4T… I guess that shows the difference between the perfection of the two programs.

Within all of the hype amongst your Italian fans, how does it feel?

S: I don’t really understand why, but I can jump for some reason. The mistake on the loop is within tolerable range, and I didn’t even have to brace myself in the salchow, I just took off normally and I landed it normally. The salchow shouldn’t be that difficult of a jump, so maybe I can land it if I’m not especially conscious of it.

The salchow is the jump that you said you could never do last season. How does it feel landing it in competition?

S: Hmm. I didn’t even plan on doing the 4S until my training camp in Chicago. Near the end of the camp, I was told to challenge the salchow as well, while trying the lutz. I started trying the salchow, and even though the lutz had a higher success rate, as I kept practicing, I realised that with the salchow, even if I mess it up, it wouldn’t affect me with the other jumps. We put it in the program for the time being, but I did not think that I would ever even try it in competition, not to mention landing it in competition.

How will you head into your next competitions, the Grand Prix Series?

S: Hmm. I always had bad starts every season, and that was my image of myself, but it went quite well. From now, I would like to analyse and practice what I couldn’t do this time.

You kept saying that you felt good in your practices here. You weren’t doing many jumps during the morning practices today.

S: I didn’t feel like I could do any jumps this morning, so I gave up and didn’t do them, but I was able to jump more than I thought I would be able to in the 6 minute warmup. I didn’t think I would be able to do the 4S at all, but I gave it a try and I was able to do it quite well. I didn’t really think too deeply about it.

You were indecisive about your jump layout for this season, but are you satisfied that you made it loop and salchow?

S: That’s true. I always had an image in my head that the salchow was the most difficult jump for me. But it’s known to be an easy jump, so maybe I can put it in as the second jump. I’ve been trying to do the loop as the second jump, but it hasn’t been going well, since I lacked power, so maybe this is better for me. Even though I would be fine to keep this layout, I will think about adding a lutz after further perfecting my programs first.

Compared to yourself from two years ago, not only your jumps, but your expression has improved as well. How do you feel about the level of perfection of your expressions in Turandot.

S: Ah, it’s not there at all. I do think I’m moving a little bit more than I usually do since this is a competition. I realised this after watching the video of my FS just now, but I couldn’t skate half of the program the way I want to. That will be my next big aim.

How do you feel about landing the 4S after not being able to do it three years ago?

S: I don’t feel anything about it. I quickly quit trying it [three years ago], and I don’t carry the thoughts I had three years ago. My mindset is changing so much over time, so I don’t have much thoughts about it.

You smiled after you landed your last 4T.

S: Before going into the performance, I told my coach, “When I smile [after landing the last jumps in competitions], it means that the performance is exhausting me”, so I smiled after landing the toeloop.

Was it really exhausting?

S: Yea. The entrance to the first 4T was very unstable, and I took off thinking ‘Waaaah’, and I landed it to my surprise. I did the second 4T also thinking, “This is so tough”.

After you smiled at your coach then, she screamed, “You can do it!” Did you hear that?

S: No, but I did hear her before the cantilever. I heard her the most. She yelled, “Run!!!”

Were you perfecting things like your posture during the morning practice?

S: When I practiced in the morning, my posture was very bent forward, and that affected my skating and jumps. I knew I wouldn’t be able to jump in that state, so I decided to do what I could fix then. I figured I could fix my skating so I worked on my skating and expression.

Your thoughts now that you have completed your first competition?

S: Worlds two years ago, where I experienced a lot of regretful emotions, I practiced so much and I was in such a good state, and I hadn’t left anything out to practice, there wasn’t anything left to practice, that was how much I practiced for it. But I couldn’t do it at the end. If I compare now to then, I realise that I’m not doing good practices at all right now. I’m not working hard at all. The fact that even with such a slump in my effort, I was able to do a good performance, made me realise that maybe it’s the way that I bring my feelings into competitions that’s important.

Your thoughts on continuing to include such a difficult jump, the 4S, in your next competitions?

S: After landing the salchow this time, I’m now sure that it will become a strong jump for me like the flip. I think it will become a jump that the success rate will be even higher than that of the flip, so instead of seeing it as my ‘challenge jump’, I want to make it a jump that will help me.

How will Turandot evolve in the future?

S: I couldn’t really portray Turandot, because I was too focused on the jumps. This was a good competition in terms of seeing where I am right now, but I would like to move through the year in order to express Turandot well. I’ll make sure not to make the mistakes I’ve made previously, and I’ll do whatever that feels good, respecting my own feelings, and not thinking too much about what’s ‘right’. I will do what I want to do, while making sure to not waste every moment’s emotion. If I’m not able to focus, instead of forcing myself to focus, I will just let myself enjoy, and if I have a hard time enjoying, I will force myself to focus.It really depends on the situation. The one thing that hasn’t changed at all is my mindset of giving it my all and attacking.

Will you be excluding all of your bad experiences from the past then?

S: Hm. Rather than excluding them, it’s not like everything that was involved during a bad performance is bad, so that’s the hard part. I often do badly when I think too deeply, so I’m prioritising what my heart wants to do right now.

How tough was the last spin for your body?

S: I’ve had tougher moments. But I did realise that I am terribly lacking the amount of practice. I know I can spin faster. The ice felt really unsure to me. Even if I get tired, I should be able to skate more. I really solely realised that I am still lacking practice.

Does the fact that you landed all of your jumps in your program make it a good start of the season for you?

S: Hm. I’m actually a bit worried now since I’m starting off way too well for so early in the season. My imagination was that I would do a really bad performance and so I could switch my mind to “I must work hard”. I think everyone else was expecting this as well, and I was expecting this too. I think the fact that my performance went so much better than I thought it would go proves my mental growth towards competitions.

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hisazuki · 7 years

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Yona ch.137 spoilers

Akatsuki no Yona chapter 137 “To our allies” summary with pics

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The Wind tribe soldiers are observing Shin. They’ve noticed their army is gathering near the border: war will probably start soon. Han-Dae asks Tae-Woo if they’re going to obey Soo-Won’s orders. The general replies their tribe lives right next to Shin’s territory, so it’s a given they were called to fight. They must be ready for when the Sky tribe comes, that’s when the fighting will begin.

Han-Dae isn’t really happy about the war. Saki doesn’t understand why: didn’t he choose to go to Sei and fight the last time? Han-Dae says it’s because he had heard about Lili being captured (the rumor said she was weak, but he quickly changed his mind when he saw her ^^;). They both agree wars won by hurting people are difficult to come to terms with.

Back to Yona’s group. Ogi says he sent a messenger to the Wind tribe and that he should reach them in half a day. He asks Hak if “avoid battle” was really the message he wanted to convey. Hak says their priority is to buy time, even if Shin might start attacking in the meantime. Voldo suggests they hurry to the border as well.

Min-Soo rushes in and tells them about what he overheard: the Sky tribe will head for Shin in 3 days, and they have about 20000 men. Everyone is worried, the war will break out earlier than they expected.

Yona tells Hak to go to the Wind tribe first. She will try to slow down Soo-Won’s army. She plans to talk to a certain ally of theirs... Hak doesn’t want to let her go without him. Ogi offers to send a messenger instead, but Yona says she wants to meet that person herself, even if it might be difficult. Min-Soo is willing to accompany her.

Again, Hak says he won’t let her go alone. Argila will go with her, then. Yona tells Hak to go. The Wind tribe is waiting for him. She doesn’t want to have any regret, so she’ll do what she can on her own. She’s confident buying time and waiting for the right opportunity will allow them to find a way to end things peacefully between Kouka and Shin. Then they’ll all be able to go to the dragons, Yoon and Ao.

Hak says he understands and he’ll be waiting.

Yona realizes what she’s done, hides her face with her coat and leaves with Argila and Min-Soo. Hak is still stunned.

Hak: ...What was that?!

Voldo: She already left.

Hak: Hey, wait.

Voldo: I told you, she left.

Hak: Nononononononono it’s weird it’s weird it’s weird pukkyuu!

Ogi casually remarks things have turned pretty bittersweet in here. He’s having fun (and put Yona’s kanzashi in his hair :D).

Hak is upset. He can’t let himself be caught unawares by everything the princess does, but for her to do such a thing just like that... can’t she give him a break?

In the carriage Ogi lent them, Yona’s buried her face in her arms, blushing furiously. When Hak told her “I’ll be waiting” with his worried look, she felt she didn’t want to part with him. She talks to herself in her head: “Yona, there are things you should and should not do, you know?” “What are you trying to do, Yona?”... She has to forget and put it out of her mind. She must focus.

Han-Dae has read Ogi’s message. He wonders if it’s really from Hak. Tae-Woo recognizes Hak’s handwriting. The soldiers are confused: should they obey Soo-Won’s command to wait for the Sky tribe and fight with them, or listen to their former general? They turn to Tae-Woo for answers.

Tae-Woo reminds them they’re all from the Wind tribe, and from Fuuga. Kids from Fuuga have had something etched in their souls since very young. No matter how great the Heavens are, no matter how admirable the king is, there’s only one person standing at the top of the Wind tribe.

Tae-Woo heads to Shin army’s camp with his small group. Meanwhile, he tells his soldiers to have fun, they’re not going to fight. Han-Dae is worried: their leader told them not to fight, but is it really alright to go to Shin like that?

Apparently there was a 2nd page to Hak’s letter. It said to get along well with people from Shin. Problem: soldiers from Shin aren’t friendly at all! Han-Dae wants to give them some wine, but gets almost shot with an arrow.

Tae-Jun is in the castle’s courtyard, all muddy. Kyo-Ga scolds him for playing in the mud at his age. Tae-Jun says he’s been harvesting iza crops in a nearby village. Kyo-Ga is still angry: what good will it do him to learn agriculture? He’s his assistant now, can’t he see how much effort Kyo-Ga put into learning various things, obeying Soo-Won and trying to rebuild the Fire tribe?

Huk-Chi arrives and tells Tae-Jun he has guests waiting for him. Tae-Jun runs away from his brother and later thanks Huk-Chi for coming up with this lie to save him. But his aide tells him he really have guests, and they’re envoys from Hiryuu castle. Tae-Jun freaks out: did he do something to anger the king?

The first person he sees is Argila, a scary-looking guy who looks like he’s a seasoned warrior. Then 2 hooded figures... Min-Soo asks Huk-Chi to leave the room. Tae-Jun loses it: they’re here to kill him, right? Oh no, he has been traumatized by mean-looking warriors in the past! And he feels like he’s become a better person lately, but that doesn’t prevent him from still doing bad-ish things from time to time!

Voice: Tae-Jun...

Hisa’s thoughts on the chapter:

Well well, it was high time we saw Yona pulling strings to achieve what she wants without relying on the dragons. Not only has she decided to use her influence to stop the war, she’s also “decided” to move forward on a more personal level (although her kiss with Hak was more of a spur-of-the-moment thing).

There are several things to discuss in this chapter, so I’ll just address the topics as they appeared.

1) Soo-Won. He’s still proceeding with his war plans, as he told Yona in the previous chapter. However, there might be something suspicious in the place he’s chosen to discuss this topic with Kye-Sook. It's an open room with no doors, and looks like a storage area. Obviously that’s where Min-Soo was headed, as he was pictured carrying books. No doors means Soo-Won didn’t care about being overheard and his war plans aren’t a big secret, or he purposefully brought Kye-Sook here knowing Min-Soo would be around to hear them. Was it his intention to have Min-Soo report back to Yona all along?

2) Min-Soo. What are you doing, Min-Soo? I can’t understand you. Rather, I don’t like this sort of redemption arc so late in the game. Kusanagi dumped his backstory on us last chapter, explaining why he was loyal to Soo-Won while still inclined to help Yona. Why is it now okay to defy SW’s orders even though he couldn’t a few months (?) ago when the king saved his life? Did something happen to his mother, has he found other powerful allies, or does he just not care anymore? I’m confused -_-; He’s like a convenient newfound ally that I want to trust but can’t.

3) Hak and the kiss. Yona asks Hak to go to the Wind tribe. I don’t really see what he can achieve over there that he couldn’t do via Ogi’s messengers. They know Soo-Won will arrive in 3 days, it feels like he only goes there to confront him and take the blame all on himself for the Wind tribe’s treason (which might be an admirable thing, but what can he hope to do against 20000 soldiers?). That’s where the kiss comes in. As I said when I first read the chapter, to me it was a non-event. Not because it doesn’t mean anything for Yona and Hak, but because the chapter has been constructed such as to place that kiss in the middle of the chapter, and not at the end like you’d expect for a meaningful, heartwarming confession. Just as Hak said, he mustn’t let himself be overwhelmed by what the princess does. That kiss might’ve been a pleasant surprise, but Hak didn’t even question it (like, does it mean she likes me? was it just a parting kiss? etc). It wasn’t romantic, and there were onlookers. Hak and Yona didn’t really get to enjoy it - it’s not the usual “I love you” shoujo kiss. Which brings me to point 4).

4) The Wind tribe. What the hell was that about Hak being their god and standing at the top of everything? Sure he’s powerful and played with the kids and probably attracted their loyalty, but... how blind and lovestruck can they be with Hak? From what we know, when Hak was young Mundok was the true leader of the Wind tribe, and Hak was the nice big brother everyone could annoy and train with even if he was reluctant, and he didn’t like going to the castle to perform his duties (partly because of Yona). He became their general at a young age, yet it was during King Il’s reign: during his time as a general, did he get to lead soldiers to battle or make strategies or anything that would justify being elevated to god-like status among the Wind tribe? Is Mundok such a doting grandfather that he’d let everyone worship Hak like it’s no big deal?

I fear this kind of buildup is a bad omen for what’s to come. The goodbye kiss + the Wind tribe saying they’ll blindly follow Hak to the ends of the Earth? This definitely smells like a bad-things-ahead/death flag. Only I don’t expect Hak will die, but I suspect something might happen to Tae-Woo or Han-Dae. Idk, the kiss upset me, and maybe that’s why I’m seeing bad vibes in the Wind tribe’s loyalty.

5) Tae-Jun. He’s back! And somehow he made up with his brother, seeing as he is his assistant/lieutenant now. I can’t wait to see how he’ll react to what Yona tells him. I was expecting Kyo-Ga to still be studying at Hiryuu castle, because he clearly will be an obstacle to defying Soo-Won’s orders. Maybe that’s where Min-Soo will come in handy, if he can lie and say he’s here as the king’s representative.

Next chapter will be titled disturbance/perturbation. I’m hoping we’ll get to see a bit of Kouren’s side of the story, but it will likely be the continuation of Yona’s talk with Tae-Jun and the confrontation between Soo-Won and the Wind tribe.

#Akatsuki no Yona #Mizuho Kusanagi #Hana to Yume 07/2017 #chapter 137 #spoiler pics #my AnY scans

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