#8 Out-of-this-World Romances in Space
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"Romances in space are just out of this world. Love in the dangerous, endless expanse of space isn’t easy. Traveling far distances in ships that you often cannot leave is challenging in the best of conditions. In space, the door is locked and you have to make it work. Interplanetary travel, adventure, and romance are not for the faint of heart. Good thing I have some entertaining books to pick up instead of making the trip yourself.
My favorite romances in space involve a level of mystery, political intrigue, and danger. There is just something about a romantic pairing in trouble that really sells me on their mutual respect, teamwork, and problem-solving skills. When you are in space and in trouble, sometimes love is part of the answer, and I think that’s fun."
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Being in touch with your sensuality:
On today's episode of ash-says we are going to talk about how to get in touch with your sensuality. Personally it's something I am very passionate about and kind of indulgent too.
Sensuality helps me in feeling alive and in tune with myself. I can't guarantee it for everyone but for me it works wonders. It's like the "Amrut" or "rejuvenating water" (for a lack of better terms) for me. Along with that it's the most healthy way for expressing my sexuality and keeping it in control to not let it affect my day to day functioning.
Here are some ways I incorporated in the last five years of my life to be in touch with my sensuality:
1) Exercise: No matter what I am going to vouch for this always. The way it helps me in expressing the surplus energy and controlling my desires is a chef's kiss. Plus helps in tackling the sluggish feeling.
2) Dance: Especially the slow sensual seductive dance. Not only it's a good outlet but above all that it validates the emotions and creates a space to delve in it to create a beautiful synchronisation with the body movements.
3) Art: Create! Create! Create! Nothing better than creating beautiful art or writing poems, stories,etc to voice your passion for the world and it's offerings.
4) Music: I have playlists on Spotify that specifically cater to my sensual mood. It has all the songs that can set a tone for the bedroom (iykyk). Singing to it or dancing works wonders. It's a magical experience.
5) Meditation: You can meditate on those feelings to internalize it and put all that energy in proper use for achieving a goal,etc. This is something I very rarely do because I am a very active person but putting it out here cause it works for some people.
6)Play Barbie: This is my personal favourite. After all I am just a girl. I put on some makeup, wear a bold sexy outfit or a cute dress (depending on the mood) then spend my time reading a romance novel and listening to sensual songs. It's my kind of therapy🦋🦋
7) Be a model: Being all dressed up but not clicking any photos you got to be kidding me!!! Come on girl! Pose and click! You are not going to be this young again. The best thing I do is this. It literally helps in skyrocketing my confidence. I don't click pictures daily but boy when I do, God forbid!!
8) Unlearn the shame: The basic one. You need to own your body first and appreciate it. I know saying is easy but hey you won't get there if you never start.
9) Imitate things that you find sexy: I will explain this with an example, so I find laying on the bed on my chest with my legs dangling in the air extremely sexy so when I am alone I will lie on the bed in that way as a way of expressing. Secondly, we all know sipping wine while reading a book is incredibly sexy while being dressed all slutty but I don't consume alcoholic beverages so as an alternative I drink pomegranate juice. Plus I find pomegranate as the sexiest fruit for obvious reasons.
10) Invest in things that make you feel sensual and seductive: It doesn't need to be costly. Find your sexy and invest!! For me it's aroma candles, jewellery, deep neck tops, skirts, ribbons, art honestly I have developed a knack to turn any ordinary thing into something seductive atp I feel. Everything works for me. So exploreeee!! If you are experimental enough and don't have parental risks you can try out sex toys too.
That's all for today's show on ash-says. Stay tuned for more illegal tricks and explosive opinions.
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“𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.”
[ 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ]
tags: strangers to lovers, roommate au!, best friends brother, fluff, mutual pining, smut, 18+
synopsis: In a desperate search of a new roommate, you have little to no choice but to accept your best friend's / best barista in the world's offer of letting his older brother rent out the room, who just so happens to be conventionally attractive.
You swear nothing will happen between the two of you but one thing eventually leads to another and you find yourself in his bed, leading to an unofficial roommates with benefits situation.
You know deep down it's wrong and you're worried when you start catching feelings...but it's okay because it's only temporary, right?
séries | previous chapter | next chapter
chapter two: two turtle doves (that awkwardly get along)
You were right about not expecting to receive a reply from Gabriel.
You had actually tried to call him a few times, yet it ended up going to voicemail. Your best bet would be that he actually turns up for work today.
On returning back to your apartment last night, you had tried the best you could to remind yourself that you were living in an empty space again. Remembering to not make a meal for two, remembering to switch off the lights, remembering not to turn your head searching for someone to listen to the random thought that had just popped up in your head. It was hard. You couldn’t lie about that.
But with it especially being the holiday season, you can’t help but feel the prickles of loneliness brush up at your skin as you skim through the shows and movies to watch, with all the recommended Christmas romance movies popping up on the home page. Being petty, you turned off the tv and decided to give yourself an early night.
In an attempt to distract yourself, you’ve decided to decorate your apartment this upcoming weekend for Christmas. Due to MJ’s moving you would’ve had it done all up last week, but instead you were focused on helping her pack during her last few days at the apartment.
Checking the time, it’s currently 8:15am and you’re on your way to O’Hara’s. As you stroll down the busy streets of New York city, you can’t help but cross your fingers and pray to the gods above that Gabriel is in for his shift today. You don’t think you could really stand another cup of terrible coffee, no matter how compassionate you’re feeling.
Stepping into O’hara’s, the familiar ding of the bell above the door announces your arrival. Once again, it’s a small queue and you can’t help but notice the familiar cheery tone of the barista which most certainly contrasts the rough, bored voice which you had heard yesterday.
A wave of relief fills your body as you move to the front of the queue, a smile spreading across your lips.
“Buenos días.” Gabriel greets with a smile, “Did ya’ miss me yesterday?”
“Pftttttt of course not.” you murmur. “It’s not like I’d much rather the new barista yesterday who had made the world’s worst cup of coffee word to man– I don’t even know if I can call that a coffee.” you grunt, pulling a disgusted face.
Gabriel lets out a loud laugh as he taps in your regular into the till without even asking you. “You must be talking about my brother, Miguel, m’sorry about that, he was called in as an emergency. We’re low on staff.”
Your face drops at Gabriel’s words. “Your brother?! Oh shit m’sorry—”
Gabriel waves his hand at you, stopping you mid sentence. “Don’t be, we all know he’s shit. Mama couldn’t find a replacement at the last minute so she was desperate.”
“And it was an emergency?” you repeat, crossing your arms as you look him up and down.
“It’s not my fault that I got forcefully dragged to a bar against my own free will!” He exclaims. “It was bottomless Wednesday!”
You hum in response not really believing him. “So that was really your brother then?” Grabiel nods.
At the sounds of footsteps behind him, Gabriel turns his head and then quickly turns back.
“Oh, speaking of the diablo.” He mutters before calling out to his brother. “Oi Miggy, no vas a creer lo que esta chica dijo de ti." [you won’t believe what this girl said about you]
“¿Qué?”
“That you’re shit at making coffee.”
“If you’re gonna continue complaining about me then I’m not coming in to help you next time, Gabi.”
“I’ll tell mama.”
“Uh–huh.” Miguel hums in an unbelieving tone.
Now that you had Miguel standing next to his brother, you could really see their similarities and you almost wanted to kick yourself for not spotting it beforehand. They were almost the spitting image of each other, though Gabi was a little shorter and Miguel seemed to be like a total gym rat in comparison.
Miguel now looks at you, deadpanned as he was the previous day. “I’m sorry about the coffee yesterday—”
“Oh no worries, it was fine.” you lied.
“I mean, it would’ve been better if someone had actually taught me how to use the machines.” Miguel says.
“It’s common sense in my opinion.” Gabi replies hastily.
“Good thing no one asked you for your opinion.”
“Ay, callate.”
“Whatever.” Miguel trails off to the backrooms, tired of the conversation, muttering the excuse that more oat milk is needed.
“Ignore him. He’s a dick but you’ll get used to it once you’re around him more.”
“Is he working here permanently?” you ask, curious about the mysterious older brother, “You never spoke much about him, Gabi.”
“Yeah, well he wasn’t around a lot. He was at university doing his post-graduate degree at Stanford Uni–”
“Stanford?” you practically shout out the word, a few heads turn in the cafe to look at you.
“Hey, keep your voice down.” Gabi warns. “But yeah, yeah, studying genetics or whatever he’s obsessed with at the moment. He’s moved back in with us…in fact that’s what I wanted to tell you—”
“Hold on, hold on, you can’t just move away from the fact that your brother just graduated from one of the most prestigious universities in the country.”
“He got a funding grant–”
“A funding gran–”
“Shhhh!”
You mouth the words, “fucking hell.” to yourself.
“Yep, he’s truly raising the standard for the family.” Gabriel awkwardly chuckles. “It’s weird having him around after being gone for so long but…” Gabriel looks back through the door to the backroom, there’s a sound of things falling and spanish curses which echo from the storage room. “I’m glad he’s back and so is mama, even if she doesn’t want to admit it.”
You hum along, your expression becoming soft. “Just make sure you teach him how to make good coffee now.” Gabriel chuckles loudly at your comment.
You turn your head and scan the cafe. Your eyes widen. Today, it seems will be a good day as your favorite spot in the corner is available today. Making your way over Gabriel doesn’t take long to come over with your drink.
“Anyways chica, I saw your missed calls and—”
“Oh, did you?” You say aloud sarcastically, playfully swatting him on the arm, “And you didn’t think to be bothered to reply to me? After three years of my loyal friendship this is how you repay me?”
“Okay, one: ow!” He pointed a finger at you. “And two: it wasn’t like that. It was bottomless Wednesday and don’t reprimand me because I’ve already had that from my mother and my brother.”
“Serves you right.” you snort.
“As I was saying, if you’d ever let me speak.” he says, still wincing. “I have good news and bad news regarding your roommate situation.”
“Oh…”
“So, what do you want first, the good news or the bad?” Gabriel offers.
You take a sip of your coffee first as you debate.
“The good news first please.”
“I found you a roommate.”
“Really?!” you exclaimed, your face lighting up with excitement. “Are you fucking serious?!”
“As serious as I can be.” Gabriel wincing again as you hit his arm. “You really have to stop doing that to me.”
“Maybe I can forgive you for ignoring me yesterday.“ you mutter to yourself, a smile now tugging at your lips. “So what’s the bad news?” You’d think that after hearing that good news you can barely think how you would even be affected by the bad news now.
Gabriel points back to the counter, where Miguel stands serving another customer. His face is currently in a state of pure confusion, as his fingers aggressively tap at the till.
“That’s your new roommate.”
Your face dropped as Gabriel’s words sunk in.
“Are you–”
“Serious? Yes, yes I am.” He exhales. “But look, he really needs someone to cheer him up.” You raise a brow at his sentence.
“Listen, but you didn’t hear this from me so this stays between us, okay?” Gabriel held out his pinky finger in front of you.
“Okay.” your promise, not hesitating to join your own pinky finger with his. Gabriel twists a little, as if to seal the promise for definite.
“He wasn’t really meant to come back at all, not even for the Christmas period. It was just random. His roommate back in California moved out and he had no choice but to move back with us because the rent is so skyhigh over there— but anyways, his girlfriend also broke up with him and he never really said why but I just think she can’t be bothered going long distance. Buttttt to be honest who would? Miggy is so boring over text, like I don’t even think he can understand the meaning of emojis–”
“Wait, so he needs a place to stay?” You interrupt, your brain trying to process all this information.
Gabriel nods, “And for someone to cheer him up!” he adds. “Pleaseeeeee, you’d be doing a really big favor for me, it’s so awkward between him and my mom, they’ve barely spoken since he’s moved back in. In fact since he left for uni I’m not even sure that they spoke at all. But please get this tension away from me.”
“What makes you think that I’ll be able to cheer him up?”
Just from looking at him you could already tell that he's a grinch. Totally miserable. A total opposite to what you had with MJ.
“Because you’re you andddd it’s only temporary. That’s another piece of good news actually. By New Year's he’ll probably find a place of his own.”
You wince as you repeat the word. “Temporary.” Another roommate who’s ready to leave before even signing the lease.
“I know that he’s not the ideal roommate but it’s just something for now whilst you look for someone a little bit more permanent.”
You hum at him in agreement. It does take the stress of your back for now….what’s the worst that could happen?
“Por favor, ¿para mí, mi dulce mujer?” Gabriel pulls the one trick move that you can’t resist.
[please, for me, my sweet woman]
The puppy dog eyes.
You let out a sigh as he stares at you, curling his bottom lip which makes you roll your eyes even more.
“Don’t make me regret this.”
/
“Do you want help with that?”
You wince at Miguel carrying four large boxes in one hand. You can’t see his face, his large veiny hands gripping the bottom stack of the boxes.
“No, gracias.” he mumbles, managing to lug them all to his room without a struggle. You knew he was a…big guy, but you still felt uncomfortable at his refusal for your help. Miguel left you no choice but to stand in the corner awkwardly as you watched him make multiple journeys to and fro the apartment.
It had all happened so quickly. Once you had agreed to let him move in, Miguel agreed to sign the contract the next day, albeit it was only for one month. At least that gives you more time to look for a future tenant for next year.
Once he was all moved in, you both awkwardly waited for one another to speak. Thankfully, he began first.
“I guess I’ll go…tidy up my stuff.”
You nod apprehensively. “Right. Uhhh, dinner's at six if you want it.” Miguel nods along too, not adding anything more to the conversation and disappearing into his room.
At six, he didn’t emerge. You knocked on his door as a reminder and a muffled voice replied indicating that he was busy.
You know you shouldn’t take it personally, but it was hard to ignore the feeling of loneliness that surrounded you despite having a new roommate. You let out a deep exhale as you ate at the kitchen table alone.
This was going to be one long Christmas.
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Do you still have the list of movies that inspired ST4? I had a picture of it but I lost it and I haven't been able to find it since. Please and thank you in advance.
Yep!
Long post warning lol
300
2001: A Space Odyssey
47 Meters Down: Uncaged
12 Monkeys
28 Days Later
13th Warrior
Ace Ventura: Pet Detective
Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls
Altered States
Amelie
American Sniper
Analyze This
Annihilation
Aristocats
Armageddon
Assassins Creed
Avengers: Age of Ultron
Arrival
Almost Famous
Batman Begins
Batman V. Superman
Basket Case
Battle at Big Rock
Beauty and the Beast
Beetlejuice
Behind Enemy Lines
Beverly Hills Cop
Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey
Billy Madison
Black Cauldron
Black Swan
Boondock Saints
Borat
Bram Stoker’s Dracula
Burn After Reading
Broken Arrow
Blade Runner
C.H.U.D
Con Air
Cast Away
Congo
Constantine
Children of Men
Cabin in the Woods
Crank
Casablanca
Carrie
Crimson Tide
Clueless
Dukes of Hazzard
Don’t Breathe
Death to Smoochy
Doom
Dark Knight
Dogma
Deep Blue Sea
Dreamcatcher
Drop Dead Fred
Die Hard
Die Hard 2
Die Hard 3
Don’s Plum
Dances with Wolves
Dumb and Dumber
Edward Scissorhands
Enter the Void
Ex Machina
Event Horizon
Emma (2020)
Forrest Gump
Fargo
Fisher King
Full Metal Jacket
Ferris Bueller
Fallen
Fugitive
Ghost
Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
Ghostbusters
Good Fellas
Girl Interrupted
Godzilla: King of the Monsters
Get Out
Good Will Hunting
Hackers
High Fidelity
Hellraiser 1
Hellraiser 2
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Hidden
High School Musical
Hurt Locker
Heat
Hunger Games
Highlander
Hell or High Water
Home Alone
I am Legend
It’s a Wonderful Life
In Cold Blood
Inception
I am a Fugitive from Chain Gang
Inside Out
Island of Doctor Moreau
It Follows
Interview with a Vampire
Inner Space
Into the Spiderverse
Independence Day
Jupiter Ascending
John Carter of Mars
Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom
James Bond (All Movies)
Julie
Karate Kid
Knives Out
Kingsmen
Little Miss Sunshine
Labyrinth
Long Kiss Goodnight
Lost Boys
Leon: The Professional
Let the Right One In
Little Women (1994)
Mad Max: Fury Road
Magnolia
Men in Black
Mimic
Matrix
Misery
My Cousin Vinny
Mystic River
Minority Report
Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Neverending Story
Never Been Kissed
No Country for Old Men
Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors
North by Northwest
Open Water
Orange County
Oceans 8
Oceans 11
Oceans 12
One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest
Ordinary People
Paddington 2
Platoon
Pulp Fiction
Papillon
Pan’s Labyrinth
Pineapple Express
Peter Pan
Princess Bride
Paradise Lost
Primal Fear
Prisoners
Peter Jackson’s King Kong
Reservoir Dogs
Ravenous
Rushmore
Road Warrior
Rogue One
Reality Bites
Raider of the Lost Ark
Red Dragon
Robocop
Shooter
Sky High
Swingers
Sword in the Stone
Step Up 2
Spy Kids
Saving Private Ryan
Shape of Water
Swept Away
Star Wars: Return of the Jedi
Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back
Superbad
Society
Swordfish
Stoker
Splice
Silence of the Lambs
Source Code
Sicario
Se7en
Starship Troopers
Scrooged
Splash
Silver Bullet
Speed
The Visit
The Italian Job
The Mask of Zorro
True Lies
The Blair Witch Project
The Lord of the Rings Trilogy
Tangled
The Craft
The Guest
The Devil’s Advocate
The Graduate
The Prestige
The Rock
Titanic
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
The Fly
Tombstone
The Mummy
The Guardian
The Goofy Movie
The Peanut Butter Solution
Toy Story 4
The Ring
The Crazies
The Mist
The Revenant
The Perfect Storm
The Shining
Terminator 2
The Truman Show
Temple of Doom
The Cell
To Kill a Mockingbird
Timeline
The Good Son
The Orphan
The Birdcage
The Green Mile
The Raid
The Cider House Rules
The Lighthouse
The Book of Henry
The A-Team
The Crow
The Terminal
Thor Ragnarok
Twister
The Descent
The Birds
Total Recall
The Natural
The Fifth Element
True Romance
Terminator: Dark Fate
The Hobbit Trilogy
Unforgiven
Unbreakable
Unleashed
Very Bad Things
Wayne’s World
What Women Want
War Dogs
Wedding Crashers
What’s Eating Gilbert Grape
Welcome to the Dollhouse
Welcome to Marwen
Wet Hot American Summer
What Lies Beneath
What Dreams May Come
War Games
Who Framed Roger Rabbit
Weird Science
Willow
Wizard of Oz
Wanted
Young Sherlock Holmes
You’ve Got Mail
Zodiac
Zoolander
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Silk and Fire - Chapter 1
Read more about the series and find updates here (;
pairing: namjoon x f.reader x jungkook
guest starring: jin, yoongi, hoseok
genre: romance | drama | smut +18 MDNI
summary: it's your best friend's engagement party and you agree to meet everyone at the venue. however, you end up running late and in danger. fortunately, someone's there to offer a helping hand... or hands.
status: ongoing
warnings: mentions of anxiety
wc: 1.7k words
a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨
do not copy or translate
“Babe, you’ll look amazing no matter what you wear,” Namjoon puts his book down to look at you. “I love that dress on you,” he smiles, dimples showing.
“You’ve said the same thing about the last six outfits I’ve tried on,” you laugh.
“I am just being honest”.
Namjoon leaves his comfy reading chair and walks over to your figure. You stand in front of the mirror and stand on your tippy toes mimicking how you would look in heels. Strong arms hug you from behind, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. Namjoon has been quite busy with work lately and in moments like this he wishes he could whisk you away and take you somewhere secluded, nice, romantic, where only the two of you existed. But alas, this wasn’t that day.
In a couple of hours, you two would be at your best friend’s engagement party, who would have thought she would be the marrying kind after all? Everyone would be there, including the one friend you have never met in person. You are quite excited to meet him finally, he has been travelling around the world for the past year, and in your eight months of dating Namjoon, all the group of friends can talk about is how much they miss their group of 7.
“You smell so good, you always do,” Namjoon whispers and plants a kiss on your soft skin.
You run your fingers through his hair in an attempt to make time go still, but your eyes catch the clock by your nightstand and you jump.
“Fuck, Joon! Look at the time. I have to go to the salon, the dry cleaners, go get my shoes…”
Namjoon laughs at the way you rush around your shared house, he asked you to move in while you celebrated your 7th month together. The question came abruptly out of his mouth, but it felt right. He knew you were very special from the moment he laid eyes on you. Your looks are breathtaking for sure, but Namjoon felt an intense attraction to you because of your energy and intellect. You are sharp and smart, in a very different way than he is, and that makes him head over heels for you.
“Alright, alright… Sure you don’t want me to pick you up and get there together?”
“The salon is right across the venue, I’ll walk there once I’m done. Don’t worry, love,” you smile at him.
You should have listened to your boyfriend. You should have. Honestly, at least if he were here, you would not feel this stress. It is 7:30 p.m., and you should already be at the venue calming your best friend’s nerves. You are the maid of honour after all. But things went south from the moment the dry cleaners didn’t have your dress ready and you were far behind with your hair.
“Please just do whatever… the easiest thing. Anything! I really need to go,” you beg at the stylist, and even though she does try, your anxiety isn’t going anywhere.
By the time you finish, it’s 8:02 p.m. Your bestie sends you text after text.
Where the fuck are you?
Are you close?
Hello!????
I’m freaking out please, are you ok?
You feel too guilty and anxious to give a full explanation so you just text her one sentence.
I’ll be there in 5.
You quickly make your way out of the salon and cross the street. The night is a bit cold and windy, your cheeks hurt a little from the cool air brushing against your face. You run in your heels praying you don’t twist your ankle. As you try to look for your lipstick in your clutch, you find yourself already a few steps away from the hotel door. The revolving door activates as you step in but it stops, leaving a small space open between the glass and the entrance.
“Fuck!” you bang on the door to try and move it, but nothing happens.
A muffled voice comes from the outside. You turn around to find a cheeky smile, lip piercing, and big doe eyes looking right into yours.
“What?” your voice is louder than usual since you can’t hear him properly.
His face now comes closer to the reduced space between the glass and the entrance.
“You need to step back.”
You try to move but it seems pointless and your anxiety peaks when it dawns on you that you may be trapped here for a long time. Your breath is heavy and your palms start to sweat. Hell, your vision is blurry. The man watches you lose it in a matter of seconds, and he would be damned if he didn’t do something about it. Somehow, his large frame squeezed through the little space left, catching you before you fell to your knees.
“Darling, if you are going to get on your knees for me it better not be like this.”
You try to focus your eyes on the man that helps you stand. Your face leaning against his crisp white shirt, makeup transferring a little bit onto it.
“Are you okay?”
And now you get a closer look. His long dark hair falls graciously on his forehead and temples, the rest of it framing his beautiful face. It is a mystery how he squeezed in with those broad shoulders and big arms. Those same arms holding you in place.
“Breathe,” he gives you a warm smile.
So you breathe and try to pull yourself together, but his hands reach your waist and pull you against him. A gasp leaves your lips.
“See?” he points at a tiny red dot near the door. “That’s a sensor, if you stand up too close you might get stuck. You just need to move a little bit–” and he pulls you even closer to him, his hips slightly gracing your body. “--back,” and that does the trick.
Finally the door moves. Just as hotel employees are coming to your rescue.
“It’s okay, I'm fine!” you yell running to the elevator.
The man calmly walks after you and watches you desperately run.
“Thank you!” you yell.
Elegance. Poise. Charm. Love.
You find yourself in a small but beautiful space where ivory and gold decorate the room and the chandeliers shimmered light delicately down to the guests. You spot your best friend and her fiancé across the room. Luckily your little meltdown didn’t completely ruin your hair, so you make your way in saying your polite ‘hellos’ and hoping she doesn’t kill you for being this late.
“You look beautiful,” you hug her.
“What the fuck happened?” you can see worry in her eyes.
“The question is, what didn’t happen? Everything went wrong today, I’ll tell you later.”
“She was about to call the police and put together a search party in order to find you.”
You look at the man who your best friend decided to marry. Min Yoongi is no ordinary man. He is respectable, admirable, handsome, and the most important thing, he is husband material and perfect for Camille. He loves her dearly, erasing past traumas and filling her with acceptance and reassurance. You couldn’t be happier for them.
“I was not going to call the police, Yoongi,” she rolls her eyes.
“Yes she was,” he gives her the fondest of smiles and kisses her temple. His PDA is rare, but when it happens it is from the heart and that makes you long for the perfect man for you.
“Where is he?” you say scanning the room, and then your eyes meet his. “Please excuse me for a minute…”
Namjoon smiles as he sees you. Black shirt neatly tucked into his gray pants. His black hair parted to the side. He makes his way to you and you to him, meeting him in a tight embrace that seems to cure all your anxiety.
“I’m glad you’re finally here,” he gives you a peck on the lips. “Missed you,”
“And I missed you too!” even though you don’t see him you know it’s Hoseok behind you. You give him a tight hug. To be honest you missed hanging with Namjoon’s friends as well. They bring a certain spark to all gatherings that is hard to match.
Namjoon gives you a quizzical look.
“The dry cleaners didn’t have the dress ready on time, then my hair appointment was delayed an hour and a half, and on top of everything I got stuck in the stupid revolving doors,”
“No way…” and the most boisterous laugh you’ve ever heard in your life comes from one of the most handsome faces you’ve seen in your life.
“It did happen, Jin,”
“If it was going to happen to someone it had to happen to you,” he sweetly kissed both of your cheeks.
“Have you seen Jungkook yet?” Hoseok asks, elegantly holding a champagne flute.
“Oh is he here yet?” you ask intrigued, excited even.
“You know he likes a big entrance,” Jin adds.
Namjoon then offers to get you a drink which you accept. You stay with Jin and Hoseok making casual conversation, but you spot your saviour in the small crowd. What is ‘revolving door guy’ doing here? You excuse yourself and make your way to him, saying hello to Camille’s family as you cross the room. His doe eyes open wide and his lips curve in a smile.
“You are here,” he says.
“Yes. Why are you here? Are you following me or something?” you whisper, confused.
“Maybe I am,” he smirks and takes a sip of his neat whiskey.
“I’m okay, no need to check on me,” you do your best to smile and reassure him you are doing just fine. “Thank you, again.”
“Okay… I won’t check on you, but I will check you out,” and there’s that cheeky smile again.
Shock.
“Excuse me?”
“There you are!” Namjoon hands you a glass of white wine and puts his hand around your waist. “Ah! I see you finally met each other.”
Your eyes go from your man to ‘revolving door guy’ and back to your man.
“Babe, this is Jeon Jungkook.”
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The Reluctance of Love Pt. 1
I don't like the fated mates trope. But I think it's because I don't personally like how people write/interpret it (no hate, just not for me. Also I'm asexual so...I'm built different or something. shrug). So this is me trying to write fated mates my way.
Orc Male x Half-Elf Male, Fated Mates, Forbidden Love, Slow Burn
Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
Word Count: 2443 (average 18 min read)
Content Warnings: mention of mating, nothing happens....yet ;)
All orcish is from orcishdictionary.com, created by Matt Vancil.
Not beta-read. Criticism is welcome, but be sure to distinguish criticism from hate.
My world shattered the day I saw him, my raebukan, my mate.
The pride of Orc tribes is centered on two things. The first being the pride of our warriors who defend and conquer in the tribe's name. The second, the pride of bearing and rearing many children together as a tribe through the groupings of mates. To ensure that all children be born strong, our bodies experience lordhovid - an intense physical pull that is described as a boiling in the blood that occurs upon seeing your mate. Lordhovid does not still until physical intimacy.
Most orcs experience lordhovid many times in their lifetime, gathering multiple partners that together rear large broods of children. The larger the brood, the greater pride the patriarch of the brood holds within the tribe and rises in rank of influence.
I, Drunrag Ularat, had never experienced lordhovid.
There had never been signs that I would ever feel the sensation of my blood burning for another. And while my brood brothers and sisters from my litter all began to bear children of their own, I remained. I remembered the way my broodmothers whispered to one another behind my back about me. I heard theories that I was unlucky, cursed, born dishonorably. My broodfather soon pretended that I didn't exist. My brothers and sisters did the same.
I tried to remain faithful that Gruumsh would change my fate, that I would lock eyes with a fierce orc-woman and feel the burn I heard so often about. But each looked back at me with only a coldness I had become too familiar with.
I left home, unable to bear the dishonor I continued to bring to my family. And I struggled through my young adult years earning my pay through hard manual labor. I learned to read and write in common to gain favor with those who hired me. I learned that my brute strength wasn't the only quality about me that could bring me honor. The older I got, the less I travelled, until I settled into a small merchant town on the coast, and worked in the forges during most of the year, crafting weapons and tools. The guilt and shame that I carried from my failure as an orc soon faded as the years passed and I settled into a rhythm that worked best for me in the quiet buzz of my coast town. I soon understood my true feelings from my childhood. I was relieved that I never had to juggle romance and physical intimacy. Even despite my lack of mate - I don't know that I ever really understood mating the same way as my tribe. It didn't make sense to me, and I didn't really want anything to do with it.
Until that fated day.
I had woke that morning with a pounding headache, and I remembered grumbling about it as I shuffled out of my room. The space was always cramped - due to my size - but it felt near claustrophobic that morning. I ran the back of my hand against my blurry eyes and blinked furiously as I peered into my food storage - only to find an onion as my offering for breakfast. I grumbled and reached for the snapsack I kept draped on my single chair and the pouch of coins that i shoved deep into the pockets of my breeches.
The morning was quiet, and the sea air was invigorating most mornings, but that morning, breathing it in only made me sneeze and the pounding in my head knocked harder against my skull. I groaned outwardly. As I walked down the cobblestone path towards the market circle, I felt a tightening sensation in the pit of my stomach with each step. Nausea overwhelmed me. Strange, since orcs have excellent constitution and I hadn't eaten a thing since the day before. I swallowed down the bile that built in my throat and forged ahead.
The market was always busy at any hour and I learned to know which vendors were more kind to me than others. It was still fairly common - and expected - to get strange lingering stares and off-kilter remarks made in my direction. I learned to ignore it, but today I already felt too unsettled to be able to shrug it off as easily as normal. I stopped by a bakery and exchanged my gold for a warm loaf of bread, then made my way down to where a stall was selling freshly picks fruits. Golden globes of fresh juicy fruit tempted me and I retrieved another set of coins before reaching for three shiny, firm globes into my sack.
As I deposited each one in one by one, I felt the tingle on the back of my neck that was someone was staring at me. With a fruit still in hand, I glanced to my right, ready to face a disgusted customer.
It was then that I looked up and met his gaze.
He was small. Maybe not by human standards, but I still considered most humans small - so he was also small to me. Willowy and thin, brown skin and long coppery curls, the ends teasing his skin around the base of his smooth, tantalizing neck. I spotted the soft pointy ears of a half-elf. Not quite as long and slender as an elf, but gently sloped up to a rounded point that poked through his mop of hair. Green-gold eyes - reminiscent of the fruit in my hand- met mine. They were large, curious eyes that looked back at me unflinching and kindly.
I couldn't look away. I didn't want to look away. He was beautiful. His lips were curled upwards naturally - like he always had a joke or funny story to tell. His lips parted as he gazed back at me, an open mouth smile just for me. There were no thoughts in my mind.
The burning began in my heart. A strong pulsing rush of boiling blood that started to spread and sear through every part of me. I stood there, unable to move and unable to look away from him. I felt so much joy, so much elation upon the sight of him, but it quickly was overrun with panic, confusion, and fear.
Never in the history of orcs had I heard of a male orc experiencing lordhovid with another male orc. It was common to have casual lovers of the same sex - but never mates. Mates were ones who promised children and the continued growth of your broods. I didn't understand - how could this man be my mate? I didn't want this. I was happy alone. Happy to be left alone. I gazed at him and the burning desire surged and bubbled until a loud, explosive breath escaped my lips. An exhalation of panic.
"Fuck." I breathed. I didn't want this.
"Sir, you alright?" The vendor asked me.
I grunted in response. I didn't break my gaze, everything in me was screaming inside me to take the half-elf and claim him here in the streets, in front of everyone. I hated that I even considered it. I didn't want that. My body and my brain remained at war, and I unable to move.
The half-elf's eyes narrowed. And he approached me slowly. The way he moved, the way his long legs and slender hips weaved through the crowd with ease, like water on glass. His eyes didn't leave me, and the walk towards me felt like it was a hundred miles between us. My breathing was growing ragged with each step. I was fighting everything not to run away...or run to him.
"I apologize if I have offended you." The half-elf said as he approached me. "I didn't mean to stare." His voice was gentle, smooth and rough at the same time. It reminded me of the sound of a harp, smooth and flowing out like song. I shuddered, my fists clenched. Closer up, I could see he had a spattering of freckles across his face, they were adorable and I wanted to spend the rest of my life counting how many existed on his body. I wanted to die for thinking of this stranger in front of me in such a base manner.
I blinked and swallowed heavily, my brain moving slower than normal. What could I do? What do I say?
The half-elf hesitated, reaching a hand out to me. I jerked back, fear and alarm and lust seizing me at once. He also jerked back. I saw that his hands were shaking. Was he afraid of me? I glanced up to his face again and saw that his eyes were wide and his lips were parting, he was breathing heavy.
He let out a heavy breath and whispered, "Can we go somewhere private? Something has come over me and I need your help."
Somewhere private.
Alarms bellowed in my brain. No. I can't be alone with him. I can't trust myself.
Before I could react, the half elf snatched my hand with both of his own. The warmth that radiated from his touch was cooler than the burning inside me and I felt my panic still. For how long I didn't know.
I let him drag me through the streets. My size didn't allow for a smooth walk, and I wasn't right in the head. I brushed and bumped against dozens of people. They likely glared at me, but I could only look at the back of my mate's head and wonder at how someone's hair could be so long and so curly at the same time and what it smelled like, what it would feel like against my cheek.
I found myself being pushed against a wall in a lonely street. I didn't know where I was. I looked down at the half-elf. His breathing was harder than before, and he stood very close to me. He only reached to my chest. My hands lingered close to his shoulders, eager to wrap around him. Around his waist. His neck.
"What did you to do me?" He said, an edge of desperation in his voice. "I don't know what I did to offend you...but please I beg you to remove whatever this curse is."
I may not be an honorable orc like my brothers and sisters, but hearing lordhovid be equated to a curse felt culturally offensive. It was true that I too didn't have any interest in these emotions, these urges. But it was the honor of an orc to experience this and feel the binding between one's self and their life-partner. And though I had grown to appreciate and become comfortable with my fate...I couldn't deny that there was a building excitement that I was finally feeling it with someone. The excitement also scared me too.
"Do you understand me?" He said pleadingly, and then he muttered to himself. "Damn, maybe he doesn't speak common."
"I understand." I managed to rasp out. My hands itched to hold him. I ignored it and wrestled through the rest of my words. "I - You are not cursed. What ails you also ails me."
"What is it?" He asked. "I'm feeling sensations that I am unfamiliar with."
"It is lordhovid. My people's mating instinct."
His eyes widened. "Why...why am I feeling it?"
I shook my head, "I don't know. This has never happened in our tribe. I am sorry."
"How do we stop it?" He asked. "Don't tell me I have to sleep with you?"
I looked away from his gaze, I couldn't bear to see him look at me with disgust. I felt a whimper escape my lips. It was too much to be so close to him and not hold him. I didn't want to hurt him, I didn't want him to be scared of me.
"I'm sorry." I breathed out.
"You...have you experienced this before?" He asked. "You seem more scared then me."
I shook my head. "I am krandad. Broken. I brought shame to my family because I was unable to mate."
"I see." He said, his voice sounding very calm under the circumstances. "And so now you experience your first...impulse...with me?"
I nodded. "I'm sorry."
He sighed. "Please stop apologizing. I'm starting to understand that this isn't really your fault."
I dared a chance to look to him. His hands were caught running through his hair, and he was also looking down. He was truly the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I don't know if the lordhovid would change that for me either. He was simply radiant.
"What's your name?" he asked. "If I am to sleep with you, I'd like to know who you are." He put a hand on his chest. "I am Altan."
"Drunrag." I said.
"Drunrag." Altan said, and a smile returned. My knees weakened when he said my name back. The orcish name on his tongue sounded like poetry, like art. Oh, if I could hear him say my name again and again and again.
"You...are not afraid of me?" I asked.
He shook his head, "I think I'm faring better than you right now actually." He laughed.
I had to close my eyes to his radiance, his laughter was too much and I clenched my fists.
"Sorry," He said. "I can tell that I'm affecting you."
"Not your fault." I breathed. "I should just go. I can't do this to you unwillingly."
"What?' He asked.
Before I could say any more. I surged all of my strength to rip myself away from the wall and I ran and I didn't look back. My body continued to burn, and I felt an aching inside me that stretched from my body and remained with Altan. It was trying to pull me back. But I would not go. With each moment I spent with him, it had only become harder to deny my body's instinct to mate with him. I didn't want to do that to him. He was too good
None of this made any sense. I couldn't experience lordhovid so late in my years. I couldn't experience it with another species and I certainly couldn't experience it with another man. I didn't even want to begin to process the anger I felt when I had finally made peace that I didn't even want to mate with anyone.
My broodmothers had been right all along. I was broken. I was flawed and I never would have brought honor to my tribe.
I didn't open the forge that day, but instead crawled back into bed where i remained shaking and shivering.
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early in the morning, especially when it rains, and a little before noon. (12)
erwin x fem!reader
chapters: (1) | (2) | (3) | (4) | (5) | (6) | (7) | (8) | (9) | (10) | (11) | (13) | (14) | (15) | (16) | (17) | (18) | (19) | (20) | (21) | (22) | (23) | (24) | (25) | (26) | (27)
summary: I basically took Isayama’s work, forced it into a romance story, and made Erwin the love interest. Commander meets cadet and they fall in love (not instantly though)
notes: very berry canonverse (but some events were modified to fit my narrative), wasn’t intended to be this long, but it all is in the details right?
content warnings: smut where it fits (or where I make it fit. Also, reader is NOT underage, so likewise, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, please.) slow burn (I really mean it. I’m not olympic diving into any form of smut for the first chapters.) no angst. I dislike angst. I would never. I could never. (Although angst can be somewhat subjective so take it with a grain of salt?)
wc: 3.4k
When it happened, your head went blank, completely devoid of any thought. You were so used to your loud, busy thoughts taking up all the space, but now it was all so empty, filled with a stillness that you had never experienced before. And such silence was as foreign and welcome as he was between your legs.
As he stretched you gently, his mouth hung slightly open, letting out low grunts, clearly satisfied with the way you were squeezing him. It looked as if he was fighting through the pleasure, through the overwhelming sensations in order to keep his eyes open. And you knew why: he seemed to be studying your face as he pushed further inside.
“You okay?” He asked between heavy breaths and you nodded reassuringly. It hurt and throbbed inside, but, despite all discomfort, you were taking him like a compliment. As he looked deep into your eyes, you realized you would endure anything for him. Anything if it meant his brow would furrow in pleasure like that, and his mouth would open in delight like it was right now. Plus, you were sure that’s how it was supposed to feel, when the thing you were trying to fit in was significantly bigger than the space available.
“Good girl.” He ran his fingers through your hair. “You’re lovely. The loveliest.” He leaned down and kissed you slowly at the same time you forced your legs to open wider in appreciation of his compliment.
The moment he slid inside you, time and thinking alike had stopped completely. And it was right there and then, in his room, in his bed, in his arms, with him buried almost all the way inside you, when his naked, sweaty form was on top of you, and his lips were on yours, that you realized the reason you had been born into this world.
That night, you became convinced that been born in a world full of man-eating creatures was a small price to pay if it meant you would get to experience being fucked by Erwin Smith. Because, as soon as you welcomed him inside you, you realized life had never felt so meaningful. Because, there in his arms, you became someone else. Someone more like yourself.
There in his arms, it was hard to believe there was ever a time in your life when you felt inadequate and scant. It seemed so foreign and ridiculous. This is exactly where you belonged, not in the Survey Corps, but in his bed.
And it was also there in his arms, where you realized that, in the event you happened to die there and then, you wouldn’t really mind. It would be like ending it all in the highest of notes. Because you were sure life had no bigger fulfillment to offer than this. Nothing bigger than being completely filled up by him, completely stuffed with him. Completed by him.
And now that he was fully settled inside, you realized he was actually the right fit for you. He fit perfectly between your legs, the same way custom rings do on brides’ fingers, and the same way keys do on treasure chests. It was almost as if you had been designed so he could fit one day.
For a while, his lips against yours were the only muscles of his body moving. Maybe he was giving you time to adjust to him, to his sensation. Or maybe he was just comfortable there. Because something about the short, loving pecks he was now planting on your lips and the way he stopped to look into your eyes before kissing you again and again, told you that maybe he found the same kind of fulfillment you did.
He shifted a little and the sensation of perfect fullness, of quintessential satisfaction made you whimper.
“Does it hurt? Just tell me if it does, okay?”
“It does, but you feel so good, commander. So good inside me. Filling me up like that.” You whispered against his lips before rolling your hips tentatively. “I have never been with someone like you. I want to feel you completely. Every inch of you. Please, commander.”
He obeyed and started moving slowly, at a pace that reminded you of decadent chocolate. His eyes were fixed on yours and his usually obedient hair was now falling in front of his eyes. It was longer than you imagined, and as his pace quickened, it started to stick to his forehead.
His hips started to fall into a deliciously addictive rhythm and you weren’t sure what the tip of his cock was doing inside you, but it could only be described as magic. The more he moved, the more your vision got blurry and the more you felt like you were going to pass out. You knew it wouldn’t take long before you started spitting out nonsense. Because it felt like he was pushing the absolute sanity out of you with each thrust of his hips.
At some point, a sinking sensation started to take over your stomach, you felt like you were free-falling into an abyss, descending into something, probably madness. So you held on to him tightly, nails buried into his back.
“You’re trembling.” He noted between heavy breaths, hand on the back of your thigh, burying himself deeper into you.
You opened your mouth wide and heard yourself saying something, but you didn’t know what it was, or what language it was. Then, your head fell to the side, and all you could see was the window and the dark winter sky before it all went completely black. Shortly after, you saw something that looked a lot like the starry night sky, but your tightly closed eyelids told you that it wasn’t.
As he pounded into you, you fisted the bedsheets with one of your hands, while the other was interlaced with his, at the other side of your head. His bedsheets were infused with his perfume, and you, intoxicated with his scent. Unlike your mind, which had gone completely empty, your body had become saturated with all the sensations. It was almost as if all your thoughts had become sensations. As if your brain had chosen feeling over thinking, because it was too overwhelmed to do both.
“Commander, I- I” Your voice quavered, almost as if you were going to cry, and it was so feeble you weren’t sure he could hear you over your own moans, his deep grunts and the wet sounds filling the room. “I think I’m almost there.”
“I know. I can feel you.” You heard him say, in arguably the sexiest of whispers, right before a warm, overwhelming throbbing started spreading from your core all throughout the rest of your body. Every single muscle tensed up before fireworks started exploding all over, especially where your bodies were connected. And then, just as sudden as it had come, your whole body loosened, his frame and the room around you slowly coming into view, accompanied by a feeling that reminded you of the sky after the rain, when the sun stops hiding behind the clouds.
You smiled through heavy eyelids and he answered by giving you a single-lip kiss, and you thought you had never tasted something as sweet. He was still inside you, however, so your hands slid down his back to grab his ass, your way of letting him know that he could keep going as hard and unforgiving as he needed in order to find his own release. As he thrusted into you, you squeezed the plump flesh tighter, pushing him in even deeper. His perfectly round ass, thick with muscle, felt so perfect in your hands, and so did his lips on your neck, and the tip of his cock in your magic spot.
And then you saw his brow furrow and his mouth release a loud grunt before his thrusting grew unsteady and erratic. You knew he was close too. And your heart was threatening to break your rib cage, excitedly jumping at the thought of warm, sweet cream filling you up to the brim. Just at the last minute, however, he pulled out, leaving you empty, his creamy load spilling all over the white sheets and your inner thighs. Of course he would pull out. You snorted at your own foolishness. It was the rational, best thing to do. You had been too fucked out to think logically.
He then collapsed on top of you, head on your chest, and you wrapped your arms around him, running trembling fingers through his golden hair, which was now wet with sweat. Thank you for fucking me so well, commander. “You were so good to me, commander.” That was fucking delicious “That was so good.” You managed to say, completely exhausted. And, for a while, the knocking of violent flurries of snow desperately trying to get in through the window glass was the only thing breaking the silence of the night.
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“Do they really look at me that way?”
“Who? The soldiers? They do. I rather they didn’t, but they do.” He said while his fingertips drew circles on your back. “Of course I can’t be too hard on my men, when I myself seem to be completely unable to stop doing the exact same.”
You had been lying there for a while, catching your breath, head resting on his chest, body nestled against him, one leg thrown over his, your hands drawing random patterns on his chest, soft wood hissing in the fireplace, and the snow falling heavily outside making you remember the conversation you had that day in the forest. You smiled to yourself, not only because nature had proven you right, but also because, if you focused enough, you could still feel him stretching you out.
You were loving the intimacy, your pussy shamelessly resting against his thigh, without a care in the world. You could get used to it, lying together in bed, completely naked, not even bothering to pull up the covers. You definitely could, because it was the textbook definition of perfect.
“Well, just for the record, commander, if I catch anyone looking at you that way, I will let them know in the spot, very politely don’t worry, that they can’t.” He chuckled. But you were serious, you didn’t want any of those ladies, especially not that one who wanted to marry him, looking at him like that.
“Come here.” He grabbed you by the chin and pulled you in for a slow, midnight kiss. Textbook definition of perfect, indeed. For some reason, it all made you think of a perfectly round bubble, prismatic and glistening, and also about how little it takes to pop one of those. You hoped yours would never burst, but in the event that it inevitably and imminently had to, you hoped it would be way later. Way into the future, after you had fucked a couple more times, maybe in some other places, in some other positions, in other seasons. Sadly, it came dangerously close to bursting when he pulled away and you remembered that you would be leaving in a few hours.
“How will you spend the winter holidays?” You asked, half in an attempt to start a conversation about how much you didn’t want to leave, and half to distract yourself from the uncomfortable weight you started to feel in your chest at the thought of spending time away from him. If only he ordered you to stay.
“Working.”
“You don’t get vacations?”
“I don’t. It comes with the job.”
“That’s impossible. Everyone needs a break. At least a short one.” You propped yourself on your elbows, staring back at him with incredulity.
“I’m telling you the truth. It’s literally written in the job description.”
“Well, what happens if, I don’t know, let’s say a lady wants you to take her on a date.”
His lips curved into a knowing smile before saying:
“Well, then you explain your situation to the lady and pray that she doesn’t get too upset.”
You snorted before letting your head fall back against his chest. “Well, it sucks for the lady, but it sucks more for you. Is it like this for everyone? Everyone with a high rank in the military?” You felt him nodding against your head . “How do they, I don’t know, make new friends, explore their interests, find a partner even? Start a family? Rest?”
“Well, that’s why you are expected to do all that before assuming the position. If you don’t, then it becomes more of a challenge.” He explained very matter-of-factly, and you couldn’t help but wonder… how come he hadn’t met someone yet. The commander didn’t look like someone who would struggle to find a partner. “And more so for the Survey Corps. You’ll notice most of us are not married. It kind of comes with the job too.” He interrupted your contemplations before you could come up with a hypothesis. “It’s sort of an unspoken rule.”
“What comes with the job? Mandatory celibacy?”
“Not exactly, but I mean, you wouldn’t want your family to go through all that grief if, let’s say, you never make it back from a mission. The stakes are too high for people in our field. And most of us think it would be unfair to leave someone waiting for us forever.”
You tilted your head back so you could look at him. His fingertips were still absentmindedly drawing patterns on your back, but his eyes seemed to have gotten lost somewhere far away. “Well, you forgot to mention all that at the entrance ceremony.” You said jokingly, trying to stir the conversation into a lighter direction because it was getting too heavy for your liking.
“What? You wanted me to give you more reasons not to join? You had plenty already. And speaking about that, what would compel a princess from Mitras to join the Scouts?” He asked in a playful tone and you chuckled, deciding you wouldn’t actually mind if he called you just that from now on.
“Princess?” You let the word linger on your tongue, it definitely tasted sweeter after he had used it with you. “I don’t really know. I think the princess actually wanted to join the MP. It looked boring. Just the type of boring she was looking for. But boring is good in a world like ours, isn’t it?”
“Boring is good indeed.” He said, his stare threatening to stray somewhere far again. But then he seemed to notice you were looking up at him so he promptly asked you: “Whatever happened to your goal of joining the Military Police?”
“Well, my physical skills got in the way. I wasn’t kidding when I told you I failed almost all my physical examinations. Didn’t make the cut and ended up here.” You scanned his face, still in disbelief of the events that had taken place earlier that night, unable to stop a smile from taking over your features. “But I’m glad I did.”
“So am I.” He looked back at you and interlaced your fingers together over his chest. “I wasn’t lying either when I said I don’t know what I’ll do without those butter biscuits.”
“Just the biscuits?”
“And the tea, of course.”
You propped yourself on your elbows so you could look at him, to which he responded:
“And obviously the sex.”
“Commander?” You quirked an eyebrow and he just laughed before pulling you back to his side.
“But maybe it’s a good thing you’re leaving. I can’t promise I’d be able keep my hands to myself if you stayed.” You failed to understand how was that a problem. “And I can’t promise that would bode well for you or your body either, especially right here.” He cupped your pussy from behind, and the way you didn’t flinch at his touch told you that you were already getting used to it. Good. You liked that. You had no problem with that at all. It made you feel his.
“Well, now I really don’t want to go.” You buried your head in the crook of his neck and hugged him tightly, breathing in his scent as if trying to take some with you for the long journey back home, all while feeling sorry for yourself and all the sex you were going to miss. But he just chuckled.
“It’ll be okay. It’s just a couple of weeks. And, think about your parents. They must be missing you a lot.”
“My parents are just fine without me. They are always in the shop anyways.”
“What do they do?”
“We have a trade shop. My parents started it together not long after they got married, moved to the capital, started selling fresh produce to the wealthy folks in Mitras, it went better than expected, and now Father thinks he’s one of them.”
“Isn’t he? That is one really nice house you have.”
“Thank you. I like it too. But Father says it feels like an apartment instead of a house. He doesn’t appreciate having to share a wall with the neighbors.” You cleared your throat before proceeding in a pompous voice. “They are too close and so is the front door to the street, or so he says.” The commander chuckled lightly. “He doesn’t like the idea of stepping into the street as soon as you open the door. Oh, and he is very adamant he needs a garden. And I don’t know why or for what, because I have never seen him watering a plant. Mother says he won’t stop complaining until he moves to one of those houses up the hill. You know, those where the main gate is three towns away from the house.” He let out a hearty laugh whose sound instantly created a warmth in your chest. He was already so beautiful, but when he laughed… Oh when he laughed. It was hard to put into words really. The crinkle in his eyes was reason enough but the sound was what did it for you. You were convinced it was one of the best things the human ear was able to perceive.
As his laughter quieted down and turned into a soft smile, his eyes scanned your face from forehead to chin, like he was reading a page from a book he liked.
“What?” You asked suddenly, wondering if you had a booger or something, judging by how much time his eyes spent in your nose.
“Nothing.” He replied, still a little too interested in your features. “I was just thinking about the day we met. And how quiet you were all the time. Almost as if you were counting the words you said to me. And now-”
“Now I won’t shut up?”
“Well, I always had the feeling you were quite fond of talking.”
“You were right, and I’m not done narrating my backstory yet.”
“Please don’t let me stop you.” He said with the expression of someone pretending to feel sorry.
“I didn’t always live in the capital. We moved there when I turned ten.”
“Where did you live before?”
“In the suburbs. Back then, the shop was so small it fit inside the house, so I helped my parents run it. It was a lot of fun, and I got to travel around with Father a lot. I remember we even went to wall Maria a few times before it fell. The vegetable patches were massive there. The onions they grew were always so flavorful, I don’t know what they put in their soil. Oh and the juiciest oranges, you could only find them there. Plus the farmers were always so kind. Wherever we went, we learned a lot of interesting stuff from them.”
“Oh, so that’s when strawberries started talking to you, and telling you when it would snow, and how heavy it would.”
“I told you I didn’t make it all up. My father did.” There it was again. Your favorite sound in the whole world. You looked up at him until his features softened. Yes, you loved seeing him laugh. Actually, just seeing him in general, no matter what he was doing, was enough for you. “The farmers in Shiganshina, most of the stuff he knows, he learned from them.”
“He sounds like an interesting man. Your father.”
“You think? Tell me about yours.” You asked, immediately wishing you hadn’t, because as soon as the words left your mouth, his smile vanished, his eyes hardened, and his demeanor changed completely.
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I have thought on Jadzia Dax from Star Trek Deep Space 9.
I'm currently rewatching the show (midway season 2), probably my 4th watch through over 8 years? My first time with slightly more youtube-essay-driven media analysis skills. I'm enjoying picking up on a lot more things than I used to but there's one thing that bugs me above all else.
Jadzia Dax doesn't really have a strongly defined character that shines through.
I've spent a while thinking about it. Obviously as a science officer its a little harder to tell stories the audience can understand and relate to compared to Odo's murder investigating or Sisko's exasperated diplomacy, but her stories have issues greater than that.
Both the stories centred on Dax, in season 1 where she stands trial for a crime supposedly committed by a former host, and in season 2 where someone tries to steal her symbiont, are about things that happen to Dax. Not the things Dax does. She is neither the perspective character through which we can see the world of Star Trek, with her own unique views and feelings, nor is she the one actively moving the plot forwards. She's either the victim who sacrifices herselr or quite literally refuses to do anything. Unfortunately this is quite a common failing of writing that's easy to fall into, writing about a character instead of the character making decisions that drive the plot. Its one that sci fi writing at the time seemed to do quite often with a lot (but not all) female characters. Ivanova and Talia from Babylon 5 fall victim to this too, especially in early seasons. In contrast, Major Kira, and even Ezri Dax later on have stronger characterisation and are the centre of their own stories.
I doubt this was intentional, its clear through the successes of writing other characters in the show that the writers, actors, and showrunners are trying to make everyone alive and meaningful, so what went wrong?
Looking at Jadzia Dax's character, I think what's clearly missing is a strong drive for her character. No real desires or vulnerabilities. No questions either. To provide constrasting examples:
Odo (who gets almost too much screen time in season 1) is clearly driven by a sense of justice no matter whatever starfleet rules say. He's in constant conflict with Quark, ever vigilant, somewhat isolated from other people. No one ever asks "Why does Odo do what he does?" His motivations are clear, and they even tie it up with an extra motive that's very plot relevant: the mystery of where he comes from. All things a single episode writer can use and explore.
Major Kira has her own conflict with starfleet, her desire to do right by her own people, to get justice for Bajor, and always stand up for the underdog which creates really good stories as she struggles with her own values and constantly has to make choices that affect the story.
Bashir wants acclaim, accomplishment, romance, and also for everyone to like him. Quark wants profit without putting himself at risk. O'Brien wants to just do his job and go home to his family. Sisko wants to hold everything together with the responsibility of peace and reason on his shoulders while singlehandedly raising his son. Jake wants community, friends, and freedom in his life. Funnily enough Ezri Dax has far better drive. Trying to figure out what she wants in life, handling this enormous change and overwhelming personality, and her own lack of confidence that she's useful to anyone sometimes. She grows and changes more over the course of a season than we ever see in early seasons Jadzia.
What does Jadzia Dax want?
I think in attempting to make a wise 300 year old person who's seen everything, they accidentally wrote themselves into a corner. Jadzia has no strong motivations to do much at all. She does fine as a secondary character, and I love how her friendship with Sisko plays out on screen, but beyond being surprisingly enlightened about a lot of things as the result of age and experience there's no drive there.
And so no drive or motivation, and no stories told from her perspective. We have ourselves a problem.
I thought for a while if I could find a solution to the issue rather than just offer criticism. I originally tried writing an outline for an episode. Jadzia would be a fantastic protagonist for any wacky sci fi short story concept that required a scientist to explore, such as time travel paradoxes, simulations, weird space anomolies that do "plot relevant thing" that she would be perfectly posed to actually explore instead of "technobabble and tap console" until the problem is solved.
Then I decided that all we really needed to have a framework any writer could use is to establish a strong character motivation for her. Here's my shot at it.
Jadzia Dax, in harmony with seven lifetimes of experience, is an extremely competent twenty seven year old woman. She can almost certainly do the job of anyone on the station better than they can. Fix a computer? Better than O'Brien can. First aid? She's there and solved the issue before Julian can get there. Solve a murder? A past host was an invesigator of course she can to Odo's chagrin. She has better ideas of what Sisko can do to bring the Bajorans towards the federation. Hell she's the best representative of federation values on that station and could constantly be presenting that of the story.
Dax struggles to hold herself back when she sees her friends failing at what she can solve the problem for them. She tries not to, that's what her training tells her to do. But out here on the edge of Federation space where there's constantly lives on the line? She finds herself interfering in other people's work more and more often. She just doesn't want it do be done wrong. She pushes herself hard to do too many jobs. She doesn't sleep or eat enough while telling everyone else to take care of themselves better. After a while people start relying on her. It turns from her helping to her having those responsibilities. Pilot. Diplomat. Linguist. Researcher. Mechanic. Leader. So much emotional support for her friends because everything they're suffering she's been through herself. It becomes too much for her and you could make the core of one story her just crashing. Learning how to balance her experience with giving room to other to shine through and solve their own problems, which they're very capable of doing. There's plenty more detail to elaborate on but I think this gives a core drive and conflict that lasts a character a couple of seasons at least to explore and grow through.
I happily invite thoughts as to whether my original observations are astute, or wether you think there aren't any problems with how Jadzia's passivity plays out in the show. If you think there are problems, do you think my perscribed solution helps fix them? How would you go about it?
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I started my D&D campaign back in April of 2020 shortly after the COVID Lockdown hit. I was bored out of my skull and stressed, and a friend had expressed his frustration with his own D&D group and I just went "Fuck it."
I hadn't played DnD since college. I had never GM'd a tabletop game. But I had nothing better to do. So I went on to Discord into, like, the three channels I'm active in and rounded up a gaggle of friends from FFXIV and from my old City of Heroes group. For my starter campaign I used the very first Eberron campaign ever published for I think 3e or 3.5e, converted to 5e, "The Forgotten Forge."
And three and a half years, multiple cases of COVID, two rounds of cancer and chemotherapy, four or five moves, three kidney stones, multiple bouts of depression, and a half dozen job changes, we finally finished the campaign at level 16, having convinced the Lord of Blades to devote his talents to building the new Warforged nation and healing the Mournlands using the unique techno-organic warforged plants and animals we'd discovered, instead of his original plan which was to absorb the power of a Creation Engine and a Demon Overlord into himself, achieve apotheosis, and drown the world in a tide of blood.
My original plan for the final battle has in large underlined letters the phrase "Biblically Accurate Chainsaw Angel" and included a speech with lines like "LET THE SEAS BOIL AND THE SKIES FALL! LET THE WORLD BURN!"
Also probably ending up with the players picking the Red, Blue or Green endings from the End-o-Matic 9000.
But that didn't happen.
So instead, the campaign that started with our little group of heroes stumbling onto the murder of a professor with the clues to a hidden workshop, ended with the wedding of Seeker the Warforged Artificer, the man who'd talked the Lord of Blades down (despite having a Charisma of 8) and now holds the title of Maestro Seeker, is an advisor to the national leadership, and is the teacher of a whole new batch of warforged, and the warforged medic Solace, an NPC whose existence began as a joke about Seeker having a whirlwind romance with a medic in the space of about 23 minutes while the rest of the party were running errands.
Hot damn was that a lot of work. Three and a half years, and despite it starting in modules by the second I'd decided I didn't like the story as it was written, threw it out, and told my own story. Featuring friendly little fire elementals named Phil, packs of extremely patriotic and laddish mimics named Jimmy, an eight foot robotic sweetheart named Friend whose primary weapon was an equally massive tower shield and her totally-not-boyfriend warforged druid/allosaurus/swearasaurus Din, a wrestling match with a hobgoblin that nearly turned lethal when an 18 foot tall warforged titan came in with the steel chair, an alligator with a gun, and banishing the elemental dragon powering a flying battleship while A) the team was still on the battleship and B) it was still several hundred feet in the air and C) it was the only thing keeping it there... it's done.
And it was all worth it. God I love these guys. So here's to you, Katie, Jacquie, Mike, Stan, and Will. I'll see you all next week for our next adventure.
#dnd#dungeons & dragons#dnd 5e#forever DM#eberron#i want a fucking medal#anyone who runs a full campaign from 1 to high levels and herds a half dozen people into regular games should get a certificate or somethin#and for SOME REASON I'm running the next campaign too!#I mean I love GMing but still
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The Lucy Maud scholars are presenting a brand new book/collection of essays this year. (But not until May!) And it’s alllll to do with the Emily series this time! And sure, it’s devastatingly overdue, but looking over the tantalising bulleted contents really makes it seem like some forgiveness/leniency is probably warranted!
Despite being overshadowed by the immense popularity of Anne of Green Gables, the Emily of New Moon trilogy has become a subject of endless fascination to fans and scholars around the world. The trilogy was conceived during an important phase in Montgomery’s career during which she turned from Anne and plunged into more intricate aspects of gender, adolescence, nature, and authorship. While the novels have attracted rich critical attention since their publication, book-length studies proved surprisingly scarce. L.M. Montgomery’s Emily of New Moon: A Children’s Classic at 100 is the first scholarly volume exclusively dedicated to the trilogy, coalescing different research perspectives. It offers a fresh point of entrance into a well-loved classic at its one-hundredth anniversary
✨PREORDER HERE.✨
Essay titles below the cut!
PART ONE: LITERARY RESONANCES
1. Warring with Failure: Emily’s Quest and the Victorian Past / Kate Lawson
2. Exile and Instrumentality in the Emily Books / Jessica Wen Hui Lim
3. Emily Byrd Starr Meets Brené Brown: “Braving the Wilderness” and Achieving “True Belonging” / Lesley D. Clement
PART TWO: EMILY’S THINGS
4. Everyday Objects: Material Culture in the Emily Trilogy / Allison McBain Hudson
5. “Something Incalculably Precious”: Diary Writing in Emily of New Moon / Lindsey McMaster
PART THREE: GENDER
6. The Japanese Reception of the Emily Trilogy through Translation / Yoshiko Akamatsu
7. Claiming and Reclaiming the Maternal: Mothering and Mothers in the Emily Books / Rita Bode
8. “A Ghost You Can Feel and Hear but Never See”: Queer Hauntings in Emily of New Moon / Katharine Slater
PART FOUR: TIME
9. The Romance of History in the Emily Novels / E. Holly Pike
10. Encroaching Darkness: L.M. Montgomery’s Books about Emily / Carol L. Beran
11. Reading Emily out of Time and Place: Breaking Chronology and Space / Margaret Steffler
12. Emily’s Afterlives: Trauma, Repetition, and (Re)Reading in Emily of New Moon and Russian Doll / Anastasia Ulanowicz
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Hello, I came across your Kencyrath rec post and I am tentatively intruiged. That said I wanted to ask about a trigger before I dive in. Suicide is pretty strong trigger for me. I can handle it if it's mentioned, but detailed descriptions of the act or a lot of time spent in a suicidal character's head/thoughts dealing with suicidal ideation would not be. Is this an issue in the Chronicles of Kencyrath, and if it is, do you have a different recommendation?
Okay SO.
The Kencyrath exist in a honor/shame society, in which going against the code of honor (lying, breaking your word, etc) is considered a sin that can only be forgiven through an honorable death. Sometimes this takes the form of going into battle without the intention to come back, generally without armor, but it also takes the form of ritualized suicide with a specific kind of knife. I would call it a very specific kind of suicidal ideation, in which it doesn’t come so much from a depressive headspace as it does from a kind of rigidly religious one. There isn’t a ton of time spent in the heads of characters actively pursuing ritual suicide, nor what I would call traditional depressive suicidality, but it IS a very present element of the society, including people freely making choices with the understanding that they will be expected to take their own life afterward, or people being forced to take their own life as an alternative to being dishonored. Think samurai rules or Imperial Chinese rules and you’ll be in the right ballpark. Ultimately I can’t know the inside of your brain, but if onscreen suicide discussion or aftermath is a concern, I might table this series until you feel more ready for it.
In terms of alternative recommendations, buckle up, I have a list based on what part of the Kencyrath pitch you were into. These recommendations are made with the assumption that all the OTHER content warnings for the Kencyrath are not a problem, but I’ll note any really major ones and include a broad rating according to AO3 rules. Anything with an asterisk by it heavily features the big Chivalric Devotion vibes of the main Kencyrath dynamics. I read a lot of that.
Sprawling politics:
The Unbroken* (drafted soldier impresses daughter of the empress, they try to stop a war, full of double-crossing schemes and gallant ladies, cw colonialism, M for violence, sex, and extremely real colonialism)
The Captive Prince* (dethroned prince is sold into slavery under his mortal enemy, definitional enemies-to-lovers content, cw sexual assault, E for a very sexually relaxed culture in a bad way)
A Taste of Gold and Iron* (unambitious prince gets tangled up in a currency fraud scheme and gets a shiny new bodyguard, E for a very sexually relaxed culture in a good way)
October Daye series (starts out classic urban fantasy, rapidly becomes Blood Magic and Politics The Series, for those committed to a long series, T for violence)
Pulp fantasy adventure vibes:
Hero and the Crown/The Blue Sword* (classic sword and sorcery fantasy, for DnD lovers and people who read Horse Girl Books as kids, General Audiences)
Silver Under Nightfall* (vampire couple teams up with vampire hunter to cure a magical plague, the polyamorous murder romance you need in your life, cw coercive assault and body horror, E for gore and numerous threesomes)
Heaven Official’s Blessing***** (translated Chinese novel, very old fallen god returns to Heaven and Does His Best, for those committed to a LONG book, currently on volume 8, T for violence)
Witch King (body hopping demon tries to solve his own murder with his found family in tow, perfect standalone book, T for violence)
Spicy magic systems:
The City We Became/The World We Made (sentient cities and extra dimensional invaders, for everyone who read a lot of Avengers In NYC fic back in 2012, cw racism and survival sex work, M for sex)
Gideon the Ninth/The Locked Tomb series***** (everyone knows about this series, it’s the one with the lesbian space necromancers, cw for just the craziest flavors of abuse, M for violence and cannibalism I guess, also fits the below category)
The Gilded Ones* (what if all the misogynists who said women were demons were absolutely correct, and it was fucking rad, cw for SO much sexism and also religious indoctrination, T for violence)
A Soul to Keep* et al (okay oKAY LOOK THIS IS MONSTERFUCKER CONTENT BUT I RECOMMEND IT, local cursed woman gets forced to marry a demon, they argue a lot and the sex scenes are REAL bizarre, cw kidnapping and the second book deals with a character coming out of a severe depression, HARD E for monsterfucking, obviously)
Interpersonal relationships that are just SO fucked up:
A Dowry of Blood (a letter from Dracula’s first wife to the man himself, cw domestic abuse, M for adult themes and sex)
Remnants of Filth/Yuwu* (translated Chinese novel, loyal general becomes the jailer for his traitorous ex-lover, cw slavery and discussion of sexual assault, E for sex)
The Salt Grows Heavy (homicidal Little Mermaid and plague doctor wander through an apocalypse together, actually read everything Cassandra Khaw has ever touched, the absolute pinnacle of horror, cw all her stuff for really creative violence and body horror, M for violence and gore)
Anyway if you have any other book recommendation questions and/or you read any of these and enjoy them, hit me up, recommending books to people is genuinely one of my great joys in life.
#Kencyrath#book rec#chronicles of the Kencyrath#hooooo boy howdy let’s get into these tags huh#the unbroken#the captive prince#a taste of gold and iron#October daye#the blue sword#silver under nightfall#heaven official’s blessing#tgcf#witch king#the city we became#the locked tomb#Gideon the ninth#the gilded ones#a soul to keep#a dowry of blood#remnants of filth#Yuwu#the salt grows heavy#cassandra khaw#listen i fucking L O V E recommending books#i AM the person who will ask what you like about your favorite books and recommend five things off the top of my head#i flatter myself I’m quite good at it#oh the other cassandra khaw book i recommend is hammers on bone#which is about an elder god working a day job as a private investigator#and has the vibe of a magnus archives Meat Episode(TM)#but that one doesn’t really fit the kencyrath tone except a couple niche scenes in the master’s house and jame’s nightmares
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Summer Madness/kinktober Masterlist
A collection of BTS fanfictions that I am marathon writing over the summer while I'm off work. A total of 33 works spanning different members. This is a long list including the blurbs, so they are all under the cut. All of them include a reader insert
Brotherly Betrayal - JK
You've been dating your high school best friend for three years now, pretty much since you left high school. Lately, though he hasn't been able to make it home from college to see you as often as you both might've liked... His brother, Jungkook, has decided this is completely unacceptable and wants to show you how his little brother should really be treating you. (Spanking, praise, degradation[once], overstimulation, Cheating)
2. Long Day - NJ x HS
After a long day at work, Hoseok isn't really up for the anniversary plans they had made, so they make a few adjustments
3. Is Three a Crowd? - NJ x SJ
Namjoon arrives late to an after-party and finds that the girl he is crushing on has started flirting with another member in his absence.
4. Bring Innocence to Sin - YG
You decide it's finally time for Yoongi and you to start a family but he isn't so certain
5. Pregnant Frustrations - NJ
Namjoon comes home to find his pregnant wife with a bit of a conundrum
6. Finding Solace in Uniform - HS
Hoseok has been struggling with adjusting to military life. Foreign soldier Y/N takes pity on the poor guy and tries to help him out.
7. Repercussions - HS x NJ
Y/N is fed up of not being the center of attention because Namjoon and Hoseok are busy. But can she handle it when bratting gets her EXACTLY what she asked for?
8. Tour Suprise - YG
You surprise your best friend, Yoongi, while he has a few days break on tour. The only issue is you didn't think to check if there was space for you at the hotel... looks like you're sharing a bed.
9. Tempting Tutelage - TH
When you begin to fall behind in one of your university courses, you enlist the help of your childhood friend, Kim Taehyung, to help you pass the semester.
10. Faux Beaux Retreat - NJ
11. Serendipitous PenPals - JK
12. Cold Companions - TH x JM
13. Beta Be Good Enough - SJ
Omega kim Seokjin is about to hit his heat, but his partner is a beta, not an alpha. She expresses her concerns but he will hear none of it, he thinks she is more than enough and now she needs to prove it
14. Tidal Temptation - NJ
15. Friendly Favours - JK
16. Sensual Synthetics - JM
17. Envious Revelations - YG
18. Jealous Regrets - NJ
19. Helping Hybrids - NJ
20. Snack Time - HS
21. World's Best Rapper - NJ x YG
22. Living Legend - NJ x JK
23. Suspicious Flirtations - YG
24. Seductive Revenge - SJ
25. Are You Jealous Baby? - NJ x JK
26. Just a Reminder - JK
27. Small Miscommunication - NJ
28. I Knew it! - SJ
29. Revealing Rivalries - NJ
30. Reminiscent Romance -TH
31. Call Me Daddy, and I'll Call You Tomorrow - NJ
32. Power Trip - SJ
33. Magnetic Meetings - SJ
#bts fic#bts smut#kpop smut#kpop fic#jungkook smut#namjoon smut#seokjin smut#yoongi smut#hoseok smut#jimin smut#taehyung smut#summer madness 2023
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Saw ur request are open I just had to do another request :) this time rwby crossover fic yay
Kinda based of rwby vol 8-9 between those seasons of rwby .May I request crossover fic Dan heng x Reader where reader is from remnant is huntress has abilities like Weiss and Ruby semblance mix together and her sliver eyes ablities using weapon like scythe similar to Ruby crescent rose maybe she fighting during Altas end vol 8 but ends up in different universe and not familar with so she has adapt but she gets in trouble with express crew thinking the Reader is stellaron Hunter spy but find out she not associated with the bad guys and at first when they met reader very wary of her sinve reader is closed off due to have trauma of her losing loved ones and reader just wants to go home until she Mets Dan heng who she grows close bond with
But Dan heng notices reader is struggling and tries to connect to her get close but she pushes them away maybe she training battle she shows of her skills using glyphs and petal burst and weapons and maybe some creatures grim from her world Salem come to express and they don’t know how to handle and maybe reader has flashbacks and so using eyes abilities she saves others and the crew is shocked but mostly Dan heng of how powerful the Reader is maybe she just breaks down holding all guilt since she effect their universe put everyone danger and wants to leave but maybe Dan heng comfort her reassurance giving the love she needed just fluff ending romance if this makes sense if unable to do this request idea due to complex of it i respect your choices I just like to put detailed to request idea :)
a stranded huntress
synopsis - when a huntress gets thrown into a unknown world
includes - dan heng ft express crew
warnings - gn!reader - but based on female characters from rwby (ruby and weiss), angst to some comfort, fluff, breakdown(?), wc - 1.2k
a/n: hi! so sorry this took so long :( it's been ages since i watched/read rwby so some details may be skewed
creatures of grimm were foul things. horrid creatures controlled by their equally horrid master that strived only for destruction and since they didn't have a soul, never felt a thing for the damage they caused. the only defense against them was really just people like you, huntsmen and huntress.
creatures of grimm couldn't use aura, they were both mindless and souless so you never expected them to harbour such a power - this one was clearly an exception. it seemed and looked different to the usual that you'd face and it made you wary but that was all the more reason to not let it get away.
you couldn't explain what happened to anyone, even if you tried your absolute hardest. one minute you were fighting the weird looking creature in remnant the next, you were in a place that onlooked to a sea of stars - crescent rose still in hand. you had absolute zero clue where you were but if this were some trap set by salem, you were determined not to be caught out so you hid.
hiding wasn't going to last you forever but you hoped it would atleast buy you time to figure out your surroundings and your situation. fortunately for you, the express crew never really had any suspicious for the first day. the express was still cruising through space and was in search of a planet so many did spend most of their time in their rooms and only started suspecting something when pom pom complained about another ghost problem.
in regular fashion, pom pom sought out himeko when they yet again feared the express had a ghost. pom pom explained in a rather rushed panic to himeko about how they had heard footfall and even some of the food had disappeared. normally himeko would assure the conductor the express didn't have ghosts but it seemed all too strange out in space.
the second tiime pom pom complained about a ghost was mid way through the second day of your unknown arrival. it was less of a complaint and more of a frightened panic however. pom pom had spotted you on the far side of the express and immediately rushed to find someone, anyone to rid the express of the ghost.
fortunately for pom pom, unfortunately for you, they had managed to stir the entire express crew and now himeko and welt both insited that maybe there was something aboard the express - although they both doubted it was any form of ghost. you knew you probably wouldn't be able to hide forever but now that they were looking for you, you realised you probably should have some sort of explanation.
to say the express crew were surprised to find an entire human hiding on the express would be an understatement. immediately after spotting you they all went on guard and demanded an explanation as to why you were hiding on the express, especially because of their recent endeavours with the stellaron hunters leading them to believe you were one of them.
you felt hesitant to give out the full information for the extent of your predicament but you wanted to clear the idea they had of you being a stellaron hunter - you had no clue who they were but if these people had such a big reaction, it mustn't be good. the extent to what you told them was how you didn't know how you got here or how to get back home.
the express and it's trailblazers were known for helping out many people and while your short explanation garnered some sympathy, they were still understandably wary. welt asked you why you didn't make your presence known on day one, if you weren't a threat, and you only agrued back that you were scared. but for the time being you would have to stay on the express, they weren't that cruel to throw you out into space.
the atmosphere on the express notably changed after your discovery, for valid reasons. they had truly no idea who you were, especially because you refused to let up anything past your name and the brief explanation of how you got here, and now you had to spend time with them before they docked somewhere. you also rarely interacted with them and only did so when they initiated conversation with you.
dan heng himself was quite the reserved member of the express. that's not to say he didn't interact with his friends often but he normally would keep to himself. he was also quite observant but nobody needed to be to see that you were struggling with your situation. he reasoned with himself and left you to it and would only offer help of you approached him.
but he realised how unlikely that would be and eventually he really couldn't stand seeing how much you struggled. he could easily sympathise woth your situation to some degree and would offer to listen but you always pushed him away - much like the other trailblazers. you knew he meant well but you simply couldn't afford to build some sort of connection with someone, especially in a world that eas definitely not your own.
but what was from your world were the creatures of grimm. the creatures that now stood aboard the astral express under the orders of their master, salem. you could take a very accurate guess and assume that the express crew would have no clue on how to defeat them, they could put up a fight but creatures of grimm were different.
so you would waste absolutely no time and no hesitation when throwing yourself right into the fight and putting yourself between the creatures of grimm and the express. you couldn't let it happen again, you couldn't let the creatures destroy the express crew. while you could've been fancy and used your petal burst or even your scythe, but you wanted it quick and efficient - silver eyes would be that way.
the entire crew were left shocked, and rather impressed, at your skill in battle and dan heng could only stare in pure admiration for your skill but you were reeling. the guilt hit you all at once, the creatures had probably found their way here because of you. now you had caused even more trouble for the people in this world and who knows if more creatures of grimm would work their way over. you needed to leave. to get far away. to never let these people get hurt-
you were pulled out of your spiral by a hand. a hand that was placed carefully and with the utmost comfort on your shoulder. your head slowly turned to find the owner, a certain raven head that had done nothing but try and help you smiled gently at you. you hadn't noticed before but somewhere in your spiral your legs gave way, you only noticed as dan heng crouched down to your level as he gave you reassurance.
the other express members could only agree with what he was telling you and himeko gladly told you that you didn't need to leave but it was all drowned out. you could barely makd out what they were saying and could only focus on the comforting sight of dan heng. for once you could let your guard down, let yourself become more vulnerable - and this was when you practically tackled him into a hug.
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Venus Rx. Check on that inner teenager!
This time is fundamental when it comes to our self worth/esteem/love! The relationship you have to yourself and how you show up in relationships at this stage gives us detail in how we view ourselves in relation to others! This is when one learns how they fit in (or not) with others/in this world(conformity vs non conformity), compatibility, exploring our understanding of how to apply love/create connection with others based on guidance from those older than us/more experience than us.
Age 13 is the 2nd house profection year. 2h rules self worth/esteem, what and who we value. 2nd house is ruled by Venus. Venus rules our ability to evaluate. Also, This is the second Jupiter return beginning to develop and shape our view of the world in how we occupy spaces with others romantically or platonically. One’s aesthetic is re-formed here too.
0-12 is our first Jupiter cycle. Age 12 we begin out Jupiter return as we are transitioning into a new part of brain development (Jupiter rules the brain)
The 1st 7 years (Mercury rules 7 ) is when there’s structure being built in the mind. (Mercury rules the mind) Major milestones/brain development. We are first experiencing ourselves in the world and forming a relationship with it through exploring our senses, being most in tune with our instincts, collecting information subconsciously. (Moon collects, Mercury utilizes the information). This time affects how you develop social skills. (Moon=sociability, Mercury=communication(verbal, body language, facial expressions)
Age 7 is the 8th house profection year. This is we begin to go through metamorphosis in how we interact with the world, gaining more independence. (8h=death, our separation from parents to explore other relationships and who we are, seeing reality from a different perspective )
Ages 8-12 is typically when we are beginning the journey of puberty, a transitional stage in life. This is when one becomes more aware of their body image (Venus)
12 to 13 is a great milestone in development. This is when we hit our second Jupiter Return. Jupiter rules growth, expansion, our political views, beliefs systems. Here is where we build upon or reassess this structure through our interaction with para-social & social relationships. Physical growth spurts(Jupiter) (Age 12: 1st house year=physical appearance)
That first cycle of the Jupiter return(0-12), we were gaining understanding/perception (Jupiter) of what the world is through our parental/guardian/family dynamics. Jupiter rules those that guide/educate us. This reflects in the relationship we choose with others.
13-17 we are more inclined to be influenced by peers. More likely to engage in risk and romance. External vs internal validation. This is typically when the Myelination(generation of myelin, which is a lipid, Jupiter rules lipids) of the brain is mostly complete ( development of cognitive & motor skills ) (the planet Jupiter is mature at 16) (except the prefrontal cortex , Mercury rules this (rationalizing thoughts, behavior, emotions) & Mercury Matures at 32, while the moon(who it gets info from) is mature at 24 & Venus(evaluative ability) matures at 25(when the prefrontal cortex reaches mature development )
Age 18 is the 7th house profection year. When experience our next phase in life, where we gain a new relationship to the world. Your status in the world changes.
Age 19 is the 8th house profection year. Upon gaining/losing a certain status in life, we are now on a fool’s journey, you may begin to look for new purpose or passion at this stage. 8th house= death. This is the ending of our teenage years.
Our cognizance of these years aides is in closing out past cycles, creating new experiences, finding a new direction in life, understanding the areas of our lives/selves in which we need to develop more, create a more stable/strong/secure foundation. Since this Venus Rx is paired with a Saturn Rx, we could be experiencing tower moments(upheavals/progression/transformation ) in current relationships(past relationships can be relevant too) , career paths, passions in life, self esteem, perception of love, etc.
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Chapter 8: June - Part One
☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x fem!mute!Reader (she/her pronouns), set in a modern semi-fictional world
☾ Summary ➼ Due to childhood trauma, you find yourself an adult without the ability to speak. After years of working on it, you have found ways to live without a voice. Now here in your late 20s, you are 5 months in getting used to a new town. On a fateful day in late November, you and your adopted sister visit a local bookstore-café, unaware of the friendships about to blossom. Throughout the months, one friendship in particular develops into something more.
☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fluff, slowburn, oblivious feelings, romance, angst, mention of minor character deaths, trauma, illness, adoption, mentions of fire, disabilities, alcohol use, very light nsfw mentions, references to child abuse, smoking and alcohol abuse mentions, domestic violence, light assault
☾ Author's note ➼ Hi guys! Welcome to the final chapter!! As you can see, I will be splitting up June into multiple parts!! I don't know how many yet. I have multiple days planned, each with their own twists and surprises. I can't wait to get to day 3 and 4 AAAAAAAA. Anyways. This chapter is really slow but it's set up for the stuff later, I promise!! Happy summer, see you in my next update (hopefully soon)!!
☾ Word Count ➼ ~5.1k
As promised, you find yourself on a plane to the Marleyan coastal city, Liberio, in the middle of June. The flight was not as long as you thought but unfortunately for you, Hange forgot their earbuds. The consequences of their scatter-brained self fell onto you. Your sister decided to fill the space with their voice as they spoke animatedly about the itinerary that they've changed at least six times since the plane's departure. You offered to let them borrow your earbuds - mainly out of mercy for yourself – but they refused, stating they were yours to use. Not like you had a chance to really use them anyways.
For the most part, you were able to zone out as Hange’s words became a buzz. You opt to fill the time as you stare out the window and into the horizon, fleeting thoughts of what the future held flying by like the plane you sat in. Only when land could be seen breaking up the dark blue expanse off in the distance did you notice the silence. You're not sure how long it had been since your sister stopped talking. You twist your head around, fully expecting to see Hange asleep. This was not the case.
Heavy-lidded slate gray eyes stare into your own, typical deadpan expression painting the rest of the owner's face. You jump slightly at the sudden change, your heart doing the same but not entirely from the shock.
"Hi."
‘What are you doing here?' You sign curiously.
"What? Tired of me already?" A hint of teasing slips into his tone.
'No! I'm just confused. You're okay!" Your eyes widen in worry, hands flying everywhere.
"I'm kidding. Hange kicked me out of my seat to speak with Erwin." He turns his head in the direction of said person a couple rows ahead, talking just as lively as your sister.
Your eyes trail back over to Levi's face, taking note of the thin sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. His eyebrows crinkle in the middle the way they do when he’s agitated. You flicker your gaze down to see his hand tightly gripping the armrest that separated the two of you. His knee bounces so hard you’re surprised the plane isn’t moving with it. Levi is anxious, something you've never seen him be before now.
Reaching over, you gently place your hand on top of his. His eyes snap to you at the touch of your warm skin, tense at first but then visibly relaxing when he remembers it's you. You offer him a small smile, a look of relief washing over his face for just a moment.
You knew this was your first time flying anywhere but you assumed you were the only one. While you had stared out the window in childlike wonder, Levi must have been quietly suffering. You had enough tact as well as enough knowledge of your friend to know he wouldn't want to talk about it. Instead, you wrap your fingers around the back of his hand and turn back to the window.
You stay like that when the sea changes to land and don't let go even when the wheels hit the pavement.
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The moment you step outside of the airport’s sliding glass doors, you're instantly hit with a gust of humid air. It's hot and you already feel a sticky sweat clinging to your clothes not a minute later. The late morning sun filters through the slats that vertically adorn the awning above the pick-up zone as cars stop and leave like a drive-through for people. Erwin had called for a taxi while you all had waited for your respective bags at the claim area. The plane had landed during the worst time, and it showed as you note there is no end in sight for the line.
“Well, it appears to me that I forgot that time zones exist and unfortunately we can’t check in to the condo for another couple of hours. Any ideas?” Hange whips around to look at the group, making sure to hold their hat in place before it can fly off in the breeze.
“I’m starving. Want to grab a bite somewhere?” Erwin checks his phone to verify the time as he inquires. It was a little past 11am which means that it had been about 6 hours since you had last eaten a full meal.
“Whatever is fine with me. But I think we may be here for the next couple of hours anyways.” Levi shrugs as his eyes scan for the oncoming taxi. They land on you for a moment, lingering. His gaze doesn’t stay long but it’s enough for you to shoot him a toothy smile and thumbs up in agreement. The corners of his lips twitch as he looks away.
“There’s a little café within walking distance of the place we’re staying, why don’t we go there? Maybe you guys can get some ideas for No Regrets while we’re there, huh?” Hange nudges Levi in the shoulder with their elbow.
“What are you trying to say, four-eyes?” Levi cuts his eyes over to your sister.
“Oh nothing, shorty.” Hange snorts back.
“Okay, okay, you two. The car is here, cut it out.” Erwin glances over to you and winks, as if to say ‘children’.
The ride to the café is relatively short. Since you were all staying a little less than a week, the suitcases were small and easily maneuverable, fitting nicely in the trunk of the car you sit in as it speeds down the highway. Luckily, the local people spoke the same language but the accent they had was something you were not expecting. It’s light and airy, but it’s obvious they had their own dialect.
By the time you sit down at one of the outside tables and order the rest of your meals, the clock reads 1:48pm and your stomach feels as if it will devour itself. Hange and Erwin are chatting about something off to the side while you take in the rest of your surroundings. It was overwhelming to say the least, but not in an entirely bad way. Bright colors and tan buildings overtake your senses. You rub your eyes, realizing just how tired and strained they were.
“Maybe we should have gotten you some caffeine?” Levi looks over to you as he sips the tea he ordered. It’s dark as usual, the steam from the hot liquid drifting and refracting the sunlight in a million different ways. There’s a look of peace on his face as he ingests it, a clear sign that he is pleased with the way it was made – which is hard to do for Levi Ackerman.
‘I’ll be fine. I’m sure I’ll sleep well tonight.’ You wave your hand dismissively when you’re done, shooting Levi a small smile. He doesn’t look convinced but doesn’t press.
“Do you know the plans for the next couple of days?” He inquires, staring over to your other two friends deep in conversation. They’re pointing to a paper itinerary they had printed out prior to leaving home.
‘Hange has changed it so much that I have no idea. I know we’re going to the beach tomorrow morning but that’s it.’
Levi says nothing else, the clinking of his teacup hitting the saucer being the only noise responding back. You start to wonder if Levi feels as you do – like a passenger along for the ride with Erwin and Hange helming the wheel. You wonder even more if he’s of the same mindset that you don’t really mind being thrashed around if you get to be with your friends, with him. A breeze blows past, granting a brief respite from the sweltering humidity and pulling you from your thoughts. You can’t wait to shower later.
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Just as Hange said, the condo isn’t too far from the café. A few minutes walk from it, actually. The building where you would reside for the next week is massive, much more than the pictures gave credit for. You can hear the distant crashing of waves belonging to the ocean that sits behind it. When you step inside the cool, air-conditioned lobby, your mouth drops slightly. This was not like your typical residential condo complex.
The outside looks quite plain, white with light blue accents. But the inside? Marble flooring and gold embellishments flood your eyes. Dark, glossy wood makes up all the furniture with navy blue velvet to line the seating. A massive crystal chandelier hangs from the center which also splits a double curved staircase leading to who knows where, sitting under it are a couple of elevators. To your right sits a restaurant called Rumbling Bar and Grille and to your left, something that looks like a grand ballroom. Double French doors stand open outwards, and you can see more marble flooring filling the space. There’s a billboard hanging by the doors with multiple fliers about upcoming events tacked to it. The only noises you hear are the patrons at the bar enjoying an afternoon meal. You can’t believe Erwin had managed to book something so grand as this.
After your birthday party last month, Erwin had explained the reasoning for such an occasion, saying the perks that were planned for the next few days were from a trip he had booked forever ago - A trip he had booked for him and Carly as an anniversary present as well as a place to ask her to marry him. Considering after everything that had happened so many months ago, you can see why he didn’t want to bring it up. But then Carly called him to ask about using it for her and her friends and well, it was under his name. He said it wasn’t hers to take.
Erwin said he was fine about it all and would rather it be put to use by someone else, not to mention that it was all nonrefundable. He didn’t really go into details about what the perks were other than that some things were easily upgradable to fit the four of you comfortably. You can’t help but feel slight guilt for taking advantage of such a lavish gift, but Erwin stared you down before you could even protest any further.
“Little Berry!! Are you coming or what?” Hange pulls you out of your thoughts and your eyes zero in on Hange, Levi, and Erwin waiting by the elevators for you. Signing a lazy sorry, you grab the handle of your rolling suitcase and hurry to catch up with them.
The complex is set up so that every floor has one condo each, and there are about 30 floors in total. Due to that, every resident is given a private code that must be put into the elevator that gives it the permission needed to move to the appropriate floor. Erwin inputs the code he was given by the hosts and eventually the doors open up on the 27th floor half a minute later.
Your first impression of the condo is warmth. The owners have it decorated in a typical beach fashion but instead of the normal navy blues and grays, it was all oranges, pinks, and tans. Very much like a vibrant sunset on the beach.
The entire floor was built with an open plan. A large living room sits in the middle with spacious, comfortable looking couches and a massive flat screen TV sitting upon a long table up against the wall. A grand kitchen sits off to the side, separating itself from the dining room with a white marble island countertop that serves as a bar to eat at. Along the entire wall facing the ocean sit wide windows, starting from the floor and reaching up high to the tall ceilings. Natural light would not be a problem here.
Originally, Erwin’s booking had a single bedroom. Somehow, he was able to get something so last minute with 3 bedrooms, all with their own private bathrooms. A king, a queen, and a double twin. The men got the bigger rooms which left you and Hange in the smaller one, but you didn’t complain about that at all.
Your bedroom isn’t as small as Hange claimed, however. It’s big enough for two people, the same area as a typical hotel. On the far wall, a glass door separates the room from a small veranda that faces the ocean, equipped with a single garden chair and small round table.
You clumsily place your suitcase on the bed closest to the bathroom, grunting in effort as you do. Hange does the same, and smiles over to you in accomplishment. You and Hange didn’t have many similarities even though you’ve lived with them for more than half of your life, but you did share the need to over-pack for every trip ever made.
“We don’t have any plans for the rest of today, right?” Hange flops onto their bed and stares over at you. Their head slowly sinks into the soft pillows.
‘Not that I know of. I don’t even know what we’re doing for dinner.’ You shrug your shoulders and brush the hair out of your face that fell with the exertion of moving your suitcase.
“I was actually thinking about us making dinner and staying in to rest up for the next couple days.” You think for a moment and ultimately decide that’s not a bad idea. You were quite tired and wouldn’t mind relaxing.
‘We don’t even have groceries for that, silly.’
“Why don’t you and Erwin go? I trust you both to think of something delicious.” So much for relaxing.
‘I guess. But what will you do?’
“If you must know, I’ll be staring at the back of my eyelids.” Hange chortles as they move their arms across their eyes. You huff and start unpacking a few things before pulling off your suitcase and tucking it into the corner. By the time you stand up straight, you hear the light snores that belong to your sister.
In their defense, they have been pulling late nights the past week so that they didn’t have much to worry about while they were gone. So you didn’t have much to be mad about, not like it bothered you much to begin with. This was vacation after all, and they had practically planned it all with Erwin.
You step over to your sister’s bed and gingerly pull their shoes off, placing them on the floor by the glass doors. You grab the handles of her bag and tug it gently. They had packed way more than you did, and it showed in your face as you did your best to lift it off the bed without disturbing them. You pluck off Hange’s glasses and set them on the bedside table before brushing their hair out of their face, smiling down at them as you do. Doing this reminds you of all those nights back when you took care of Hange in the deepest part of their university years. Once satisfied, you grab your shoulder bag and quietly step out of the bedroom before closing the door with a soft click.
You twirl around to find Erwin busy typing away at his laptop on the sofa while Levi’s in the kitchen inspecting the cabinets, moving things around like he’s looking for something. You move closer and rap on the coffee table with your knuckles to get Erwin’s attention.
“Hm?” He responds, not bothering to look up at you. You knock again, finally getting his bright blue eyes to land on you. “Oh, sorry. What’s up? Where’s Hange?”
‘They elected to take this time to nap. We’ve been chosen to do grocery shopping for tonight’s dinner.’ Erwin chuckles at that.
“That’s Hange for you. That sounds great but I’m unfortunately in a pickle trying to get these reservations set for tomorrow. I’m sure Levi wouldn’t mind going with you, though.”
“Wouldn’t mind going where?” Levi calls from inside a cabinet, his back turned to you.
“Grocery shopping. We’re having dinner here tonight.” Erwin goes back to his typing, his eyes squinting as he reads along with something.
“Normally I’d say no, but this place has next to no tea and if I’m to survive this week, I need more than what the café had to offer.” Levi laments and finally wheels around to face your direction. Your eyes meet and you point to the elevator with a thumb. He nods and shuts the cabinet behind him before heading towards the doors.
“What do you want?” Levi mumbles over his shoulder towards Erwin.
“Whatever you two want. I trust you implicitly.” Levi grumbles more at Erwin’s response as he presses the button to call the elevator. It looks like whatever was on the menu for tonight fell onto the two of you.
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The walk to the grocer was not a very long one. With every passing moment, you start to understand why Erwin chose this spot. It was close to everything you would need without having to rent a vehicle. However, because of how short the trip to the store was, it left you and Levi little to no time to decide what to make for dinner tonight.
Levi stands with his hands in his pockets as he stares at the selections of meat in front of him, lips pursed and eyes narrowed. You’re leaning against the shopping cart as you stare over his shoulder at the options. There were too many to choose from and you really had no idea what you wanted. You glance over to the glass case tucked into the corner of the store, filled to the brim with fresh fish and crustaceans sitting on a bed of ice. Levi didn’t even bother to look at it when you passed it the first time.
You both had already been here for half an hour, gathering small things for the rest of the trip like sunscreen, drinks, and snacks. Not to mention loose leaf tea in which Levi had spent 15 minutes of that time alone finding the right one. You would never tell him, but he is such a tea snob. You had mentioned taking a walk around as you both did the extra shopping to give yourself more time to think, but you find yourself still in decision paralysis as you stand shivering in front of the cooler.
“Any ideas yet?” You reach over and tap him on the back of the shoulder to get his attention.
‘Not yet. You?’ Levi clicks his tongue in slight frustration.
“Tch. Are we sure we don’t want to just eat out instead? It would save us the hassle.”
‘Levi.’
“Okay, okay. Pasta? How about pasta?” Levi points to the seafood bar. “With shrimp?” You stare at him incredulously, questioning if he can read your mind. But also confused, as you didn’t think he cared for it considering the uninterested tone. But still, you nod in approval, almost a little too enthusiastically. He hums back in response and gently pulls on the cart towards the freshly caught shrimp. You have no choice but to be tugged along.
You watch as Levi orders a pound of de-shelled shrimp in his usual monotone voice. The way his jawline tenses as he waits, the way his bottom eyelashes sit on his soft cheeks. His pouty lips, marred from his past mistakes. You don’t notice how hard you’re staring until his gray eyes cut over to you.
“What?”
‘Nothing, you just have an eyelash on your nose.’ Levi rubs his nose with a finger to rid of the imaginary lash.
“Better?” You nod, face heating up at being caught.
“Here you are sir.” The guy behind the counter calls out, holding a taped up package of the cold shrimp. “Anything else I can get you?”
“No, thank you.” Levi reaches over and takes it carefully before tossing it into the cart. He turns in your direction but looks past you to the aisles behind you. “Let’s go grab the rest of the ingredients and get out of here, yeah?”
With that, you and Levi weave and bob through the aisles you had once gone through already. Luckily with the grocer being so small to begin with, it didn’t take much time at all now that you knew what you were looking for. At one point Levi wanted something off a shelf but couldn’t reach. He stood there for a minute staring daggers into what looked like a package of shortbread biscuits. He of course didn’t say anything and instead twirled around and left down the aisle. You reached up to grab it after he disappeared around the corner and tucked it away into the cart.
To make it fair, you both decided to split the grocery bill and much to your surprise, it wasn’t as much as you thought it would be. If Levi wasn’t so stubborn, you would have offered to pay for it all. You can already picture Levi staring holes into your skull at such an offer.
When you get back, you note that not much has changed. Erwin is still on the sofa, scrolling through something and only stopping once he hears you placing paper grocery bags down on the counter. The TV is on, playing the local forecast for the rest of the week. It looks like sunshine and high temperatures.
“There you are. Find anything good?” Erwin places his laptop on the coffee table and stands up before making his way over to you and Levi. He sticks his hands in the bags to help unpack and eyes the fresh tomatoes, shrimp, and cream. Blue eyes then trail over the dry pasta that Levi currently held in his hands.
“Shrimp pasta?” He raises an eyebrow at you both.
‘Tuscan shrimp pasta.’ You correct him. ‘Levi’s idea.’
“Hm. Interesting.” Erwin chuckles at that and places it all down on the counter. You look up at him curiously as he does so.
‘What do you mean by that?’
Erwin leans down to whisper so that only you can hear while he sticks his hands back into the bag. Levi isn’t paying attention as he’s currently putting the cold ingredients away in the fridge.
“Pasta is one of his comfort foods. But the shrimp? He’s not a fan. Something must have changed his mind.” He pulls away and looks down at you with a gleam in his eye, an award winning smile blinding you. You fidget with the hem of your shirt as you consider his words.
‘Is Hange up yet?’
“No, but I did check on them. They are out like a light.”
‘I’m going to wash all this travel grime off then. Be right back.’ You turn on your heels to head towards your room at a brisk pace.
“So Levi...” You hear Erwin start just as you close the door behind you.
Hange is indeed passed out. When you left, they had their arm over their face. Now, they’re face down on their pillow and snoring away. Good thing you had moved their glasses when you did. You take a moment to gather some fresh lounge clothes before setting out your night wear for later. You take one last glance at your sister to make sure they were still breathing and close the bathroom door behind you.
The rest of the evening goes by in a blur. Hange had woken up by the time you got out of the shower – which took you a while to do as it was the nicest shower you have ever used. While you waited for Hange to clean up as well, you spent some time on the balcony looking out into the ocean as the sun lowered into the sky. Your skin warms in the golden light that came with this time of night. You watch as families pack up their things and leave the sandy shores, the sounds of small kids whining making their way up to you.
Dinner, as planned, took little to no time at all to make. Especially considering the four of you teamed up and tackled every part of it flawlessly, all working in sync. At some point, Erwin and Hange were on vegetable chopping duty which left you and Levi tending to the stove, stirring the cream sauce and sautéing shrimp respectively. You watch Levi out of the corner of your eye, noting how intently focused he is on the task at hand.
“You keep staring at me today, what’s up with that?” He doesn’t even look up when he speaks, choosing to do so once he finishes his sentence. Sharp gray eyes stare into your own and you force yourself to look away, opting to gaze down to the bubbling cream mixture before you.
‘I’m not.’
“Tch, could have fooled me.” His remark contains no traces of malice, so you know he’s not truly all that bothered.
‘Maybe you just have a slappable face,’ You tease. More like kissable, you think. Your cheeks flare at the flashing thought and mentally swat it away.
“I’d like to see you try.” A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he tosses some seasonings into the pan.
“Alright you two, stop flirting and move, the tomatoes are done.” Hange chirps from behind you.
Was that flirting? You don’t stop to dwell on it as you’re pushed away from the stove and far from Levi. You move to the other side of the island and lean against it as you watch Levi start arguing with Hange about something again. Erwin is doing his best to move them along before the food burns. You laugh to yourself at the scene unfolding before you, feeling your heart warm at it.
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Whether it was from Hange’s soft snoring or the endless thoughts racing through your mind, you find yourself tossing and turning in bed. Reaching over to the side table, you pull your charging phone closer to you and click the side button, resulting in you flinching away at the sudden bright light. When your eyes adjust, you note the time reading well past three in the morning. You can already feel the imminent exhaustion for tomorrow.
You set the phone down carefully and push yourself up into a sitting position. Out the veranda glass doors, you spot the distant movement of ocean waves as the current pushes in and out of the shore. The reflection of the full moon glitters along the dark expanse. Without another thought, you pull yourself out of bed and throw on your thin jacket before padding out of the bedroom and through the front door.
Compared to this afternoon, the night is considerably colder and the breeze off the ocean made it even more so. You pull your jacket around you tightly, scolding yourself for not putting on more clothes. The bottom of your night dress ripples in the wind creating goosebumps up your legs. Besides the cold though, the night is gorgeous. There is quite a bit of light pollution from the night activities blaring through the streets so the stars are muted but otherwise it’s a very clear night, not a cloud in sight. The ocean, the moon, the muffled music in the background of the ultimately silent and peaceful night… you revel in it.
The waves lap the shore gently as you make your way over to the shoreline. Your bare feet digs through the soft sand and you chuckle to yourself. This is the first time you’ve ever been on something like this and it was strange. You get close enough to where the water stops and take a deep breath before taking a few steps more. When the salt water rushes over your feet, you jump in surprise. It’s a lot colder than you expected, but you chalk that up to the fact that the sun is no longer out to warm everything.
“Couldn’t wait until tomorrow to take a swim?” You hear a familiar voice grumble behind you. Startled yet again, you jump and snap your head to the visitor. Levi stands with his hands in his jogger’s pockets, black t-shirt billowing in the wind with his hair doing the same. The moonlight hits him like it always does, giving him a glow that only he can reflect.
‘It’s the only good time for skinny dipping.’ You sign back jokingly. He only rolls his eyes in response. He takes a few steps closer but not enough to get his feet wet, which you notice he’s completely laced up in sneakers. Must be the sand, you think.
“You’re a dummy. Can’t sleep?”
‘Too excited. I have a lot of thoughts.’
“Like what?” He smirks over to you and crosses his arms over his chest.
You walk over and stand beside him, tapping a finger on your chin like you’re lost in thought.
‘Like… what kind of sand mermaid I’m going to make you into tomorrow. Later today.’ You smile over at him.
“I’m sure whatever you choose, it will look great.” Levi huffs in amusement.
‘What’s keeping you up?’
“Perpetual insomnia…” He trails off and gives you a side eye before continuing on, “And I heard you leave.”
‘Afraid I might run off with someone in the night?’ You gain another huff from Levi, but he doesn’t say anything back. He shifts his weight, a subtle wince flashing across his face.
‘Need me to carry you, old man?’
“Oi, fuck off.”
Another cool breeze blows past, this time pulling your unzipped jacket back and exposing more of your skin to the open air. You’re now very aware of what you’re wearing in the presence of Levi. Not that you had planned to run into anyone, but you scold yourself again for not layering up even more. Your night dress didn’t show too much in terms of cleavage which was comforting. But then the fact that you had no bra on and the fabric was quite thin races through your mind. You catch his gaze flickering down before you can pull your jacket around you again. When you glance back up, he’s already looking in the opposite direction.
“The way I see it,” He clears his throat. “we can either walk along the beach until you’re tired enough to go to bed or we can head back and you can try your hand at sleeping now.” That was quite an ultimatum, you think. You rack your brain to see how tired you really were. Before, you might have head back after a bit. But now that Levi is here… well. You didn’t want to cut this moment short.
‘I don’t want to go back yet.’ Levi nods and starts off to the left, the soft crunch of sand emanating from every step. Yes, you were quite excited to see what else this trip had in store.
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Losses and Gains, Pt. 8
Oh, good.
Announcement at the end of the post.
CW: MC is afab and uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. Smut scene: threesome, f! oral receiving, mentions of various positions.
Themes: Angst. Romance. Amnesia. Reunion. Smut. Sex.
Characters: MC="you", Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos
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18+ only
Enjoy
"You...?" Lucifer whispered.
"I remember everything," you repeated. "I remember my human world life, the exchange program," you paused, looking at all three demons. "It's all there."
"Oh MC," Diavolo said, sliding in next to you and pulling you into his embrace. "You scared me," he whispered. You felt the bed shift next to you as Lucifer slid in next to you as well, putting his hand on your thigh, and then after several moments pulled you from Diavolo to embrace the Avatar as well.
"Welcome back, mistress," Barbatos said with a small smile, bowing.
You smiled back and sighed, relaxing back against the headboard. "You're probably wondering what happened."
"Well, you can't necessarily blame us," Diavolo replied quietly, holding your hand while Lucifer held the other, remaining silent.
"Right. So... I went into my subconscious and found the Mount Blanc memory. I had to relive what happened, the pain and everything, because my mind blocked it out since it was traumatic. Once I finished the memory, everything came rushing back, and it was the most painful thing to have every single long-term memory come rushing back like that," you explained.
"I'm not sure if I want to ask, but how did you access that if you had no recollection of it happening?" Lucifer asked.
"Let's just say, I guess I had help," you replied cryptically. He sighed and nodded.
"Do you remember the last two weeks?" Diavolo asked.
Your gaze drifted to Barbatos, and you replied, "I do." The butler maintained his calm exterior. Looking back at Lucifer, you softened. "I'm sorry for my outburst," you stated.
"Don't worry about it. I know it was hard for you, but we're just glad you're back with us," he replied quietly, running his thumb over your knuckles.
"I think we should give MC a chance to clean up and recover. Why don't you two get started on what you'd like to tell the nobledemons while I take care of her," Barbatos suggested.
There was hesitation in the Avatar's and Demon Lord's eyes. They briefly glanced at one another and finally conceded. Each gifted you a kiss on the cheek before departing for their work. Once the door shut, Barbatos guided you to sit on the edge of the bed and began inspecting you.
There was a heavy silence in the air, and you weren't sure if it was the right time to bring up what happened between you two recently. As if he knew to fill the space, Barbatos finally spoke up,
"Let's get you into a bath."
You nodded soberly and offered him your hand to guide you. He took it, gently grasping it in his gloved hand, but not before he slid an arm beneath the backside of your knees and scooping you up. You gasped but instantly wrapped your arms around him to hang on as he carried you to your bathroom, still quietly observing him.
Once inside, he began gathering things together and starting your bath. When he was content with that, he turned and said,
"Arms up."
Still silent, you did as told, and the butler began to undress you. You tried not to watch him too closely, but surely he would have already figured out what you were doing.
But, alas, the demon butler never brought up what happened between you two. He merely gave you directions as he got you cleaned up. At least you felt somewhat normal again after the bath, but your mind still insisted on plaguing you to inquire about where you two stood with one another, but that was for another day.
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It was quiet for a few moments as the two demons soaked in your presence. You looked between the two. Barbatos had finally allowed the prince and the eldest brother to return to your room, seemingly having done nothing while they were waiting except sitting in silence, processing what had just happened. It was just you three sitting on your bed again.
"I'm sorry for what happened back at Mount Blanc... and everything afterward. I'm sure you both were worried," you blurted out guiltily.
"You don't need to apologize, none of it was your fault," Diavolo replied. He looked rather emotional, and then his gaze went askance. "Can you do something for me?"
"Hm?"
He took your hand and placed it on his cheek, and finally his eyes landed back on yours. Instantly, you leaned in closer and placed a sweet kiss on his lips.
Oh lord, it's her, he thought.
Before you could pull away, Diavolo cupped your jaw, holding you in place. He deepened the kiss, his tongue lapping at yours as your mouths opened, and your hands went down to gently land on his neck.
After a few moments of this, you broke away, looking him over, as he blushed furiously. "It's really you," he mumbled.
Turning to Lucifer, he pulled you in for a kiss, tired of waiting. His gloved hand went to the back of your head, threading his fingers through your locks. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, and you felt his lips tip upward against yours, knowing he was happy as well. His thoughts consisted of "You're back, it's really you," as well.
You pulled back and smiled. However, you could tell between the two, they were interested in a more intimate reunion, so you wiggled back to lying down on the bed with an ornery smile.
"What's that look for?" Diavolo asked.
"I want you both to undress for me," you demanded, "And then undress me."
Both looked at each other and then back down at you.
"You missed me, right? Show me just how much you missed me," you teased.
In a flash, the two raced to do as you asked, and at the same time they slid back into the bed to start undressing you while kissing wherever they could on you. You turned to face Lucifer, kissing him feverishly as he worked your top and bra off. As your upper body was freed, he scooted down the bed to kiss your neck, chest, and breasts, giving your nipples extra attention with his tongue, swirling around and sucking gently.
Behind you, Diavolo shuffled your bottoms and panties off of you. His hand purchased your outer hip, gripping it tightly as he kissed your shoulders and the back of your neck.
"Ahh- haha- ohh..." you rasped joyfully.
"We're so glad you're back, my love," Diavolo whispered in your ear.
Lucifer continued to make his way down your body, placing kisses and love bites wherever he saw fit to do so, enjoy your soft skin and plush figure. He made it all the way down to face your core, grabbing your outer leg to pull it towards him, allowing him better access to your pussy. Your inner thigh rested on his cheek as he blew hot air onto your outer lips, causing you to shiver.
Diavolo's hand busied itself in massaging your breast, tweaking your nipple as he continued to whisper to you. "Sei un dono, mia rosa," he purred to you, his chest vibrating against your back. "Sei l'la donna dei miei sogni." His own magic seeped out in his words, a hazy flush clouding your thoughts and vision as he whispered sweet nothings to you.
[You are a gift, my rose. You are the woman of my dreams.]
You gasped as you felt Lucifer's tongue breach your sacred space, the warmth and wetness spreading across your clit as he gently lapped at the swollen bud. Your hands dove to rake through his hair, your hips subtly grinding into his ministrations. He tugged you closer and held you in place as he ravaged your cunt, showing you just how much he missed you.
Diavolo twisted your upper half just a little, gaining access to your mouth with his, kissing you ravenously and using his hands to caress all of you that was within his reach. He continued to murmur his praises and sweet nothings against your lips.
Your pleasure began to mount higher, that familiar and pleasureful burn cascading across your insides. The soft sounds coming from your mouth turned into short cries of bliss.
"Let go for us," the prince murmured. "Let us have all of you."
Unable to reply, your jaw merely went slack and eyes screwed shut. Heat flashed across your body, and pleasure filled your veins as your orgasm rippled through you. Lucifer's fingers dug into your hips and thighs as he drank in your release, groaning as he tasted your cum.
When the bliss had faded, you finally relaxed.
"MC," Diavolo murmured. "I love you."
Lucifer finally drug himself up the bed from between your legs as well and pulled you into his embrace.
"I love you," he added.
"I love you both."
For the rest of the night, you three rolled around in the same bed, even occasionally on the floor or an armchair just to stretch. Whether it was you grinding down on Lucifer's lap while he sat in a chair, or when you sat on all fours while Diavolo took you from behind, the pleasure never stopped, nor did the love you shared with them. There wasn't a moment where one of them didn't worship you. And the cum spilled was just used to lube up for the next round, unable to find a moment to just breathe, because truly, after something like this, none of you were entirely interested in stopping. Both demons were forever changed by this instance, having thought they'd lost the part of you that knew them unlike any other being.
That was what was ultimately lost, and therefore gained again: the part of you that understood those two demons, knowing them to their most intimate parts. That's something that could never be replaced. To think that you could've been alive but unaware of just how much you all had been through was painful enough, for how long it went on for.
And, though you enjoyed every moment of your reunion, things still lurked in your mind, keeping you from completely enjoying yourself. Things like wondering how much of the Devildom was different since you last remembered. There were things that surely were kept away from you, for the sake of keeping peace and protecting your peace.
You didn't forget a certain demon butler either. How would you two progress from this? What were you to do now? What did you want?
All these things kept you awake as well, after your reunion. As your two betrothed lay beside you, you thought about it all. And then that's when it hit you.
Oh shit! The wedding!
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Hi everyone! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, as it was the chapter finale. I'm going to go ahead and do a mid-season break. I stated in another post that I started a new full-time job, and quite frankly, I'm exhausted. I suffer from chronic fatigue and it's been hard to adjust to my new schedule. I will let you all know in advance when I'll be done with my break, just know, this series isn't quite over yet! So please, stick around, I have more content from other works coming!
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